#I didn't know how to end it so it kinda just...stops

[softsunnyy]

let's take some time

Jack asks you to take a break when the relationship starts to go in the wrong direction. And you suffer, but at least you believe you're both experiencing the same thing… until you see videos of a party at a bar and start to believe it was always one-sided.

4,3k words.

angst, angst, angst, but happy ending. Reader is kinda the problem here tbh, but at the end of the day they're just two fools who don't know how to handle their feelings.

as always, poorly written.

when the words left his mouth, you exhaled, as if he'd punched you in the stomach, though it didn't really take you by surprise. Jack and you had been having problems for the past couple of weeks, with arguments that left the air tense and made you cry in your moments alone. The relationship seemed to be slipping through your fingers, and you didn't know how to get it back. How to get him back.

and you let the days go by, trying to maintain a positive attitude and not look for trouble, but everything seemed completely useless in the face of chaos, since any comment could turn against you, and your boyfriend had made that very clear. Jack was becoming more and more distant, distracted, and a pain in your chest tried to warn you of this, tried to make you feel uncomfortable or insecure, but you wanted to ignore it and believe in the love you have for him, and that's how you find yourself facing this situation.

“i think we should take a break. I don't think this is doing us any good,” he tells you, looking down, too hurt to meet your eyes, missing the way you blink rapidly, trying to push away the tears that are starting to form, while your throat aches and your hands clench into fists on your thighs, making your knuckles turn white.

you opened your mouth a couple of times, trying to start a sentence, but no sound came out, your mind clouded. The silence stretched for a couple of seconds, until he finally looked at you. His red, irritated eyes making you think for a moment that this might be hurting him too, and then you dared, you asked him the only question you could think of.

“are you sure of this?” “do you want this?” you wanted to ask him too, but you couldn't; you didn't know what to say, what to do. You didn't know if the right thing to do was to fight for his love or let him go. You're not even sure he feels the same way you do, even though you're looking into his eyes, like you've done a thousand times.

and he hesitates, he stops for a moment, and then in a very quiet, raspy voice he says, “yeah… i think it’s for the best.” And then the decision was made, because you would never do anything to make him uncomfortable, and if he wanted to take some time, you would give it to him, even if it hurt you deeply.

so he removes most of his things from your apartment—like some hoodies, his underwear, his shampoo, his toothbrush, and much of his essence—while you look at him with complete sadness, feeling like he’s also taking a part of your soul.

and he talks to you, tells you he’ll bring your things from his house, that you won’t have to worry about going there, but you don’t pay much attention, because you feel your body cramping, a constant, stabbing pain in your chest, and an emptiness in your stomach that makes you want to throw up your entire lunch.

when he leaves, you can't even cry, not right away, not even when he said goodbye at the door, giving you one last kiss as if it were a final goodbye, as if there were no way back. Instead, you can only stare at the wall, sitting on your couch, your head completely lost, your body too heavy.

it's like something has been ripped from inside you, as if something is missing and your heart wants to escape from your chest to find it. But physically, you remain there, sitting on that couch you chose together, unable to blink, unable to eat.

and when the days begin to pass, it's slow, everything moves too slowly. The house feels cold, the sky is always gray, the food is less appetizing, and your routine becomes more and more tedious. Your friends try to make you laugh, convince you to go out, to try to have fun, but you get bored quickly, you just wanna go back to your room and lie on your bed in the fetal position, crying yourself to sleep while you think about how he must be feeling.

you try to think it's mutual, that maybe he feels bad too and will soon regret this, but hours, days pass and you don't get a single text from him, a single call from his brothers, a single comment from his friends. And when you see them on the street, they give you a sad smile, as if you had broken up, as if there's no other option, and you can't return the gesture, so you just look at the ground and keep walking.

you wanna avoid him, forget everything related to him, but his face is all over the city, and you see him, on the way to college, on the way to work, on commercials, news, even food boxes, as if life were playing a trick on you, forcing you to see his huge smile all the time, while he enjoys doing what he loves, probably not caring about you as much as you do about him.

and you wanna leave, you wanna visit your family, go away for a month if necessary, but you wanna disappear from the city. So you wait, you do your best to finish your classes, to wait until you can request time off from work, and then you take them with you as far away as you can, trying not to cry, not to pick up your phone, not to watch television.

and the first two days worked; you're laughing, watching the stupid things the people you love do just to see you smile; and life feels fresher, your shoulders don't hurt as much, the puffiness under your eyes is going down... until that saturday night comes, when everyone has gone to sleep and you decide to turn on your phone. Your finger slides across the screen, traveling between apps, answering messages, until you open instagram and see that one of your friends posted a close friends story. And something inside you told you not to look at it, to close everything and go to sleep, but you dared anyway. Then you saw a video. It was a party, at a bar you recognized perfectly. And there's music playing in the background, so you don't hear much, but you recognize Trevor, laughing too loudly while elbowing someone. The camera pans a little, and then you see him.

Jack.

wearing a white shirt, with the top three buttons undone, sweat pouring from his skin, and a huge grin on his face. You can tell from his eyes that he's drunk, and from the way they laugh, you know he's really having fun.

you don't know when you stopped breathing, but you realized it by the sharp pain in your chest. Your hand shook, and the image was frozen, still in the calm, happy expression of the one who's supposedly still your boyfriend. And now you wanna throw up, you want to stop watching, but your eyes see the time, and you realize the video was uploaded a couple of minutes ago.

he's partying. That's what you thought, over and over again.

and you couldn't stop yourself. You watched every video, every photo, every update from the friends you had in common, seeing the whole group partying, posting captions like "he's backk," "mission take the dog out: done," while you felt the annoyance taking over.

you spent weeks crying, not knowing how to move forward, clinging to the things he left behind in your home, like a false promise that he'd come back, that this wasn't over. You spent nights remembering that last kiss, thinking about the thousands of things you wish you'd done differently. God, you even had to leave home, taking your family and going to the furthest place your savings would allow to get him out of your head.

and he's celebrating.

your throat closes, and you try to forget him, to go to sleep as if nothing had happened, but nightmares attack you, and you spend the night tossing and turning on your mattress, with different images of Jack forgetting you, changing you, leaving forever while you rot in that rented house.

now, what you don't know is Jack's perspective, because you don't talk, because you're trying to keep the no-contact agreement, so you miss out on the hell he's been living. He's been like a zombie for weeks, and arguing with everyone, friends, brothers, even his parents. Crying every night as he thinks about the things he would have done differently; remembering the stupid things he said to you in every argument, and replaying the images of how your light faded because of him, like he's a poison destined to kill you from the inside out. 

rejecting invitations, messages, calls. Getting up only to go play hockey, then going back home and sinking deeper into his misery, while he stares at the hoodie he never returned to you, hoping you won't notice, or that you won't say anything about it. It was his favorite, because it used to be your favorite. And it still smells of you, of your perfume that he bought you so many times before it ran out. Of your perfume that he bought again almost by instinct, and that now rests on his sink. Perfume he used to spray on the pillow, so he could sleep imagining you were still there.

nights convincing himself he made the best decision, because he couldn't bear to see you so sad because of him, while he breaks a little more with each passing day, feeling like all the fun and light in his life disappeared along with you, as if you owned his soul.

and his friends worry. Can you blame them? Jack used to be a party animal; fun, always there when you wanted to have fun, the best guest at any party, and that didn't stop when you started dating, but it has stopped now that you're not together, and they can firmly say they've never seen him so... lost. So out of his mind.

and they don't know what to do. They don't tell him about the times they've seen you, the things they've heard, they just try to get him to come out, but nothing works, until one day they all arrive together, opening the door to his house, turning on every light, settling in like they´re allowed. And Trevor and Alex drag him out of his bed, pulling at his feet as he tries to kick them, his voice hoarse from crying, but feeling so weak that fighting was useless.

together, they choose clothes, a cologne (your perfume, by accident), and force him to brush his teeth before leaving, leaving him with no other choice.

unfortunately, they take him to that bar, where you two went thousands of times to see bands play, to relax, to forget everything. And now each of those memories has come flooding back, making him feel dizzy, making his stomach turn, and unconsciously trying to walk back to the exit, only to be stopped by his friends. So he ends up drinking again and again, forgetting each drink, feeling lighter and dizzier.

he laughs at stupid things, and Trevor´s the best to keep him laughing. He sees phones near him, recording, taking photos, but he feels like he's floating, completely lost, sweaty, and forgetting for a moment everything that's happened in the last few weeks, as if it never happened.

and the hours pass, he keeps drinking, keeps having fun, and gets closer and closer to everything going dark. Then that song comes on, the one that made you laugh, the one you mocked so many times, claiming that '80s artists would be embarrassed, but you still danced with excitement, as if youth were eternal, as if euphoria were the only thing running through your veins, making him feel full of energy, even if it was the last song, at 2, 3, 5 in the morning. And then he begins to discreetly distance himself from his group, taking advantage of the alcohol to make them lose sight of him until he leaves the bar, holding onto the wall with difficulty, until he gets a little farther away from the music, taking out his phone and quickly dialing the number he couldn't forget even if he were almost passed out from drunkenness.

your phone vibrated, once, twice, three times, until you poked your head out from under the covers, your nose stuffed, your eyes swollen, and your throat destroyed, picking up your phone in irritation and answering it without first looking at who was calling.

“hello?” you asked, your voice raspy and making you wince. In the background, you could hear a bit of music, voices, and you frowned, confused, about to look at who was calling you.

“that song is playing.” You recognized his voice immediately, though the words came out too relaxed, almost incomprehensible. You sat up in your bed immediately, suddenly on alert.

“Jack?” you asked, though you didn't need confirmation. Still, he hummed, affirming it.

“that song is playing, the one that says…��� and he began to sing, very poorly, slurring his words, getting the lyrics wrong too often. You were perplexed, not knowing how to interrupt him. “You hate that song,” he said when he finished.

“Jack, why are you calling me?” you asked, feeling the ache in your heart. One of your hands played with your blankets, trying to maintain your composure, even though hearing his voice broke you even more.

“i needed to tell you… because you’re not here,” he said, as if it were the most normal thing in the universe. As if he wasn’t calling his girlfriend, with whom he took some time, at 5 in the morning.

“yeah, well, i think we both know why,” you replied, harsher than you intended. And for a moment he remembers, remembers everything, so he falls silent, trying to think of a response. Suddenly more sober than he'd been all night.

“shit, i'm sorry, i don't know what i was thinking,” he said, completely remorseful, closing his eyes as he ran a hand over his face in frustration.

“it´s fine, now, since you remembered, go on having fun now that you're a free man.” And you hung up, knowing your voice had cracked on the last words; letting him go, when it was what you feared most. You began to sob, unable to stop yourself, throwing your phone to the other end of the bed, curling into a ball as your body shook violently, as if you'd ripped off the band-aid, and with it, something in your heart.

Jack, for his part, remained silent for a few seconds, the phone still pressed to his ear, but not hearing anything. And he tried to think, even in his state. He tried to reason, to guess what you were referring to, and then he remembered the photos, the videos. He thought about how everything must have looked, how you must have felt, and he wanted to throw up, feeling guilty, dirty, even though he hadn't done anything to anyone, but knowing that his actions had caused you some kind of harm.

and that night, he tried to go to your house, to look for you, to apologize in person, but you didn't open the door, so he ended up falling asleep outside your door, until one of your neighbors woke him up in the morning; a kind woman who always looked at you two with nostalgia, but now looked at him with pity. She told him you had gone on a trip, and told him when you would be back.

so he waited, day and night, trying to look presentable, but failing every night when he looked you up on social media again, or when he opened his gallery again and found all the photos, the videos.

he found himself replaying that nearly two-minute video of you over and over again; of you putting bows in his hair while you shared one of your precious bits of gossip, not realizing he was recording you until you looked down, blushing, laughing, and accusing him of having evidence against you, as if you were committing the biggest crime.

and he would unconsciously smile, seeing your big smile, your displays of affection, your little things that make you so special, and then he would fall back into that spiral of anguish, of guilt, knowing he had ruined everything by asking for that time; letting you go, as if he were giving up on the relationship.

when he felt like this, so sad, so lost, he always turned to you, to your arms, to your love, because you´re his light, his sun, the person who brought him back down to earth and reminded him that it's okay to make mistakes, to doubt, to want to do things differently, but that he shouldn't let himself be consumed by the "what ifs"; using his doubts as motivation to make positive changes, to stop falling and start climbing, even if it was at a slow pace. You had always been there to hold him, to take his hand and show him that he wasn't alone. But this time... this time you couldn't help him, because you both let go of each other's hands. And Jack doesn't know what to do.

for your part, your vacation was ruined, with nightmares every day, but trying to put on an act in front of your family; using all your energy to look fine in front of them, and being completely destroyed when everyone went to sleep. So exhausted that afterward it was almost impossible to move, every muscle feeling tense, hurting like shit.

and you're afraid to go back, to face reality, but the date is getting closer and you know it's time, so you pack your things, sighing heavily and returning to your apartment, which you know will be cold, lifeless, with his hoodies folded on your bed, as if waiting for you, without his scent, without his warmth.

the surprise comes when you arrive and a figure is waiting for you in front of your door, hands in the pockets of his jacket, looking down, and wearing a cap over his hair, which is longer than the last time. He seems to sense your footsteps, so he raises his head and meets your eyes, which are wide open.

“Jack…” you whispered, in disbelief, walking slower and slower, as if he might vanish when you finish approaching. And he waited for you, not coming closer, afraid that you might run away from him after all. “What are you doing here?” he could hear how tired you were in your voice, even though your eyes still had a bit of their usual sparkle.

“i think we need to figure some things out,” he replied, seeing you frown, confused. Still, you let him in. And he moves with uncertainty as if it were his first time there.

“sit, i just wanna grab a bottle of water,” you instructed, leaving your suitcase by the entrance and starting to walk toward the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” you asked, trying to sound normal, even though your heart was pounding, about to burst out of your chest.

“no, thanks,” he replied, distracted, looking around, noticing that you hadn’t taken down the pictures of the two of you, and paying special attention to one of his favorite photos; one from when you were 15 and you went to see one of his games for the first time. He still remembers how all his friends spent weeks teasing him about how nervous he was, but it was all worth it when you kissed his cheek, congratulating him on his goal. God, his brain had stopped working at that moment.

when you returned to the living room with your water bottle in hand, you found him looking at the photos, and something inside you ached too much, so you decided to speak as you went to sit down, far enough away from him to contain your urge to jump up and hug him.

“what do you wanna talk about?” your voice pulled him from his thoughts, and, slightly blushing, he went to sit down, all too aware of the distance between your bodies.

“i made a mistake,” he said bluntly, impatiently, watching your eyebrows rise, and missing the way your heart skipped a beat, as if he had just said the magic words.

“what do you mean?” you asked, in a low, weak tone, as you opened your bottle so you could take a sip; your throat suddenly dry.

“i thought i was doing the right thing by letting you go,” he cleared his throat, but still didn’t stop looking into your eyes. “But losing you has been really hard, and i hate it.”

“it didn’t seem like it,” you commented, with some venom in your voice, remembering that party where you saw him alive, in his element. “I saw you laughing, celebrating, and our friends saying they were ‘bringing you back,’ as if our relationship had completely turned you off.”

“it wasn’t like that,” he interrupted, frowning, almost offended. “They were, but because i was..." he paused for a moment, trying to find the words "i stopped talking to them, i cried every day, i missed you too much. And they came that night, all together, picked me up, and took me with them.”

“to that bar.”

“to that bar,” he affirmed. “They had no idea, and i wasn't gonna ruin their night, so i decided my best option was to drink and drink until i could let loose and enjoy myself for at least a couple of hours,” he explained, but he still saw some doubt in your eyes. “I know that when you met me, i liked to have fun, maybe too much, but i didn't go to that bar looking for trouble, or an adventure, or whatever you think happened,” he said, trying to keep his voice soft, so as not to turn this into an argument. “God, i even called you. I got away from them and called you when that song came on.”

“it's a terrible song,” you commented, still weak, and after being silent for a few seconds, processing his words, taking another sip of water. And you saw him smile a little, relaxing his shoulders.

“it is, but i needed you to hear it,” he sighed. “For a moment i forgot everything that had happened, and i thought it would be the same as always, that you would answer me, that you would laugh…” he tried to get a little closer, regretting it when he saw you tense up. “But that didn’t happen, and when i listened to you, when i understood that you were hurt and believing something that wasn’t that way… i came here.”

“you what?” you choked on the water, looking at him with a frown, but surprised. “It was around 5 in the morning, Jack, something could have happened to you.”

“i know, but i stayed here, and in the morning mrs. Winnicott told me you had gone with your family, and that you would be back today,” he explained.

“so you just came to my apartment to try to win me back,” you said, though there was no venom behind your words and he just shrugged.

“did it work?” he asked, hopeful.

you were silent for a couple of seconds, considering everything. You stopped looking at him, and instead looked at your hands. He waited patiently, feeling his heart pounding like never before, completely terrified at the thought of losing you.

“there are things we need to work on, Jack, you know that, right?” you asked, looking at him again, seeing him nod. “We can't go back to the way we were, because i don't think i can stand more days of just arguing with you. Not again,” you continued, and he listened, really listened. “I want my boyfriend back, but i need you to promise me that we're gonna try, really try.”

“we'll make it work, i promise,” he replied without hesitation, reaching out to take your hand. This time you didn't stop him.

and feeling his warmth broke you, so you threw yourself into his arms, holding him as tightly as you'd ever had before, listening to him begin to sob, his face buried in your neck, his hands clinging to you, as if you could disappear at any moment.

there are still so many things left to say, so many boundaries to set, but for now you just enjoy the feel of his body against yours, like that 16-year-old Jack, who curled up on you when he felt he was failing, or that 17-year-old Jack who threw himself at you when he knew his dream was about to come true and he could take you with him.

you missed him, you missed him so much that you don't wanna let go, you can't, and you hold onto him with the same intensity, your tears running down your cheeks, but with a smile so huge it lit up his world once again.

it wasn't perfect. And you're young, you're gonna make mistakes, you're gonna cross boundaries, you're gonna get to know each other a little better. But right now, there's only one thing you're both clear about: you don't want to separate again. Not when you've both already found your home in each other's arms.

you're the end game; you just have to learn to live with whatever that means and comes with.

but you'd do anything, just for him.

[haveasnickerss]

I swear they are canon, not bc they were canonically confirmed, but bc the fandom just made it canon. Officially, no they aren't canon. In reality, almost everyone considers it canon to the point we forget they aren't

wdym Dooku ain't Yan Dooku, he is, just like Cody is Kote, and that name was given to him by Jango, so that's why he later changed it to Cody and only the people that are close to him know him as Kote (17 calls him Kote)

Even if clones aren't fluent in Mando'a, I do believe they at least know some words and phrases, that they were either taught to them by Jango (who btw, was actually proud of his boys, I did reblog a post that explains it if you have the patience to look for it) or that they heard from their trainers, who were mandalorians (that's actually another not technically canon but in reality canon thing). So I firmly believe that they know how to curse, how to say the remembrance, ways of calling themselves (vod, vode), random war chants and phrases like "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur" (today is a good day for someone else to die) and other phrases to give important messages, like "gar shuk meh kyrayc" (lit. You're not use to me dead- basically to encourage someone to rest) or "Haat, ijaa, haa'it" (which is basically a super strong promise, lit. Truth, honor, vision)

Also, the 212th needs its medics. That's all the reason we need. And Helix and Bones are badasses. No more explanation needed

Do I even need to explain the Anidala one? Like they canonically literally kissed in front of both Obi-wan and Yoda, they literally were like we pretend we don't see (I strongly believe Obi-wan was expecting Anakin to make the right decision for himself, to actually choose, either the order/his duty or his love for Padme, bc although I believe a balance can be archived between love and duty, Anakin did not have that ability to balance both, so his love became attachment (which this is something some day I'll sit down to write all my thoughts about) and he was unable to let go, and he also didn't want to stop being a Jedi (I think he idolized the concept a bit, until the pedestal he put it on became resentment, a thought for later me) (bc yes the Jedi order did have its flaws and so did the members, but it wasn't as bad as some ppl picture it)

So yeah. They're kinda of an open secret. Also Rex is a terrible liar. He also deserves a raise.

Also, if you have a Padawan and a Master, why wouldn't the Padawan call their master's master a grandmaster?? It just makes sense, it's logic, and don't tell me they didn't care about lineages, Yoda literally liked to mess with lineages, he was constantly making sure certain ppl ended up on his.

So yeah. It not only makes sense. It's also cute. And yes, I do have an obsession with the theory Dooku wanted to bring Obi-wan to his side (and the reason he mentioned there was a sith lord in the Senate in ep II) was bc he was his grandpadawan. And deep down, very very deep down, in the part of his soul that wasn't corrupted by the dark side he still cared. A little bit. Even if they weren't close when he was still in the order.

So yeah. I've just ranted a little bit. I don't know how it happened (my opinions got the better of me). I just wanted to reblog...

Reminder to myself that

Helix and Bones of 212th are fanon characters

Dooku is canonically not a Yan

Grandmaster and grandpadawan are not real terms when it comes to lineages

Padme and Anakin's marriage is not an open secret

Clones don't speak Mando'a

Cal Kestis and Caleb Dume weren't best friends before Order 66

Kote is not Cody's name

However, I will be ignoring these facts just because I can and no one can do anything to stop me

[sweetcalebb]

Another request if that's okay🙂‍↕️ so Caleb is nosing through MC's books (again) and he finds some queer romance books? And he's confused as MC has never said anything about being queer🫡

Caleb reacting to you being queer ! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

a/n: again, if this isn't what you envisioned, feel free to comment, DM me—just let me know!

wc: 1k

Caleb should've learned his lesson the first time he snooped through your books. But how could he resist when the first time he did it, you ended up reenacting one of your smut scenes? The opportunity was just too good to pass up.

You're in the bathroom, completely oblivious to the snooping Caleb in your room.

He's grinning ear-to-ear, ecstatic to see what other kind of filth you read. He bends down, running his finger across the spine of your books while he hums to himself.

Then Caleb stops.

He picks out whatever book his finger landed on and takes it out. Caleb gives the book a once-over. A barely-there look before he starts flipping through the pages.

"What other kinda stuff do you imagine, Pips?" he murmurs to himself, leaning against your bookshelf as he skims every few lines.

So far, no smut.

But he does find something else.

"She" and "I".

You're reading a first-person point of view with a male protagonist. That's what he assumes, anyway, as he continues to read through the pages. But he almost reaches the end of the book and there's still no smut.

Caleb pouts, a little disappointed.

"So you're not a complete fanatic." He lets out a small breath at his own teasing, about to put the book back in place when he pauses.

He glances at the back.

Caleb doesn't know why he decides to read the summary. He just does. Then he sees it.

Caleb looks closer, like maybe he read wrong, but he didn't. The protagonist isn't a "he". The protagonist is a "she."

Caleb's brows pinch together.

Did he misunderstand something? You'd never said anything. Had you..?

He's turning questions in his head, trying to make sense of it all.

Then you walk in and he gets an eerie feeling of déjà vu. You smile at him as you walk past, barely looking at the book he has in his hands.

Sure, last time was mortifying, but now you know you can trust him with that part of your life. So you don't really question him. Just sink down into your mattress.

"What do you have there?"

Caleb’s gaze shifts between you and the book. He opens his mouth, brows still furrowed like he's going to ask something, then he closes it again.

You quirk a brow at his lack of response. "What?" you laugh. "What are you reading this time? Monster smut?"

Caleb widens his eyes. "W-What?" he nearly chokes. "You read that stuff too?!"

You shrug. "No, I only have like, one book."

Caleb makes a mental note to ask you about that later. "Uh. Well, no... it's not monster smut."

Your smile falters slightly. Why was he being so serious? Your eyes dart down to the book, but you can't make out which one it is.

"Okay… So… What did you find?"

"It's..."

If you wanted to tell him, you would’ve, right? He stutters, "Uh… it's just.." But he still can't find the right words, so he simply shakes his head. "Nothing. Never mind."

You stand up and walk over to him. What did he find that could possibly be worse than all the things you read? "Caleb, what is it?"

You snatch the book from his hands.

Then it makes sense.

"Oh."

You feel your chest tighten as you look back up. Not because he's angry. But because you can't tell what he feels at all. He doesn't look angry, or disappointed, or shocked. Just.. nothing.

"Is that—I mean—is that personal to you?"

You hear the question he won't ask and you feel your chest squeeze again.

You fidget with your book, absently running your nails through the pages. "Yes."

Silence.

Agonizing, deafening silence.

Why isn't Caleb saying anything? Why is he just... looking at you? You hate it. It's making your head spin with worry.

"Are you mad?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Caleb seems to finally notice the weird look he has. His eyes widen and he instantly steps towards you, hand reaching out to grab yours.

"No! No, not at all! Not.. mad.. Just.." He sighs, giving you a gentle squeeze. "Upset."

"Because I'm—?"

"No! God, no!" Caleb groans, running a hand down his face. "I'm digging myself a deeper hole. Sorry, no, not because of that. I just wish you felt safe enough to tell me sooner."

You let out a quiet breath, the tension finally bleeding out of your shoulders. "Wait, so you don't mind that I'm queer?"

"No," Caleb repeats, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "I just.. I'm selfish."

"Selfish?"

You still feel your heart pounding, but a soft smile is tugging at your lips now.

"Yeah." Caleb's lips purse with a small pout. He doesn't even mean to do it.

"I wanna be a part of every aspect of your life, Pips. I want to know every secret, every detail…" He sighs. "I want to know everything about you."

"But you're really not mad at me?"

Caleb laughs. "Never."

"Okay."

You stare up at him, your chest all warm and fuzzy. And you think this is it. That everything is fine because you finally said it and Caleb doesn't mind. But the small tremble in your lip takes you by surprise.

Everything went fine, so why do you feel like crying?

"What?" Caleb breathes, pulling back when he sees the small shake of your lip. "Did I say something wrong? I didn't mean to, Pips—"

"No," you whimper, shaking your head. "I don't know why I feel like crying. I just—I thought it would be this big thing but it wasn't. And you were so sweet, but I was so scared—I just—" You stop yourself, biting your lip to stop yourself from actually crying.

Caleb softens, tugging you in by your hand and wrapping his arms around you.

"It's okay. You're safe."

You let out a weepy laugh, nuzzling into his chest and letting a few tears melt into his shirt.

"So… Do you wanna talk about this?"

You shake your head. "Not yet. But it feels nice that you know."

Caleb nods. "Okay. Wanna watch a movie? Your pick."

You scoff and playfully nudge him back. "Of course it's my pick. You're in my house."

Caleb puts his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, no need to get all snappy."

You laugh, blinking away the rest of your tears. "Thank you, Caleb."

"Of course."

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Welcome to Beast's Party

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Only a few hours remained before Emma's party.

Luke: "Oh hey, Licht, Nokto. You showed up at just the right time."

Licht: "Is there a problem?"

Luke: "Gilbert's gone."

Nokto: "That's a big problem."

Licht: "You think he got caught up in some kind of trouble?"

Luke: "I doubt it. He's the type to cause trouble, not get caught in it."

Licht: "That's... not really a good thing, you know."

Nokto: "Prince Gilbert was the most excited about the party, so maybe he'll just pop up out of nowhere?"

Nokto: "That said, starting the party without the person who planned it feels kinda wrong. And if—just if—something did happen to him, it could turn into an international incident. Which would be a whole other problem."

Licht: "Let's split up and search. Luke, tell us where you've already looked."

Licht: "No sign of him."

Nokto: "Same here."

Luke: "Not here either."

Licht: "He's not in Emma's room, is he? He was really fond of her."

Luke: "That was my first thought, too."

Luke: "But he has this weird sense of sincerity, so I don't think he'd see her before the time we agreed on."

Licht: "You sure know a lot about Gilbert."

Luke: "I think someone said that once... probably... maybe."

Nokto: "Wow. That's like vague on top of vague."

Licht: "Did anything about Gilbert's behavior during party prep seem off?"

Luke: "Not really. I think he was his usual self."

Nokto: "Oh—wait. Didn't he seem a little extra reactive at one point?"

------------Flashback-----------

Gilbert: "Luke-sensei~ I finished the rose!"

Luke: "Whoa, you really are good with your hands. Not a single unnecessary wrinkle."

Gilbert: "Yay!"

Luke: "Also, stop calling me sensei. It's giving me goosebumps. My fingers are even starting to twitch."

Gilbert: "Aww, Luke sensei, are you okay? Is it tendonitis?"

Luke: "Saying it cutely doesn't help at all!"

Luke: "How about you two? Everything going smoothly?"

Nokto: "I'm good, no problems here."

Luke: "Nice and clean work. Licht, let's see yours."

Licht: ".........."

Nokto: "Licht, if you keep pulling like that, the fabric's going to stretch."

Nokto: "Just lightly pinch the edge of the cloth with your right hand, then wrap it clockwise with your left—see? Easy."

Licht: "Got it."

Licht: "Thanks. You really make everything look effortless."

Nokto: "You're welcome."

Gilbert (whispering): "Fufu, it's so obvious he's secretly blushing because his big brother thanked him."

Luke (whispering): "Moments like this really remind you that they're brothers."

Luke: "Alright, this should be all the roses we need for the party decorations."

Licht: "The table's covered in roses. I didn't realize we had made this many."

Nokto: "Once we set them up in the ballroom, it's gonna look stunning."

Luke: "Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, orange, black, white… We've basically got every color."

Nokto: "If I had to pick one that's missing, I'd say transparent."

Luke: "Yeah, even I can't make that out of fabric or any material, really."

Nokto: "But what if I told you it actually exists?"

Gilbert: "Really? A transparent rose?"

Licht: "It's an old legend—one that only a few people know about."

Licht: "They say that on the night of a full moon, in the castle's rose garden, a small, transparent rose blooms—a rose that brings happiness."

Gilbert: "Wow, that sounds perfect for the Kingdom of Roses—though I bet Chevalier would just scoff at it."

Luke: "Yeah, I can already picture that."

Gilbert: "A transparent rose that brings happiness, huh?"

Nokto: "Sounds like something she'd like."

Licht: "It's such an old legend. I doubt she's heard of it."

Gilbert: "But if she did, she'd definitely want to see it."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Licht, Nokto & Luke: "Ah..."

Nokto: "Come to think of it, tonight's a full moon."

All Three: "There you are."

Gilbert: "Oh? What's with everyone showing up together like this?"

Luke: "We were looking for you. If we don't keep an eye on you, who knows what kind of trouble you'll get into."

Gilbert: "You worry too much. It's fine—Emma's party is tonight, so I'll behave."

Nokto: "We'd really appreciate it if you could stop causing trouble regardless of whether there's a party or not."

Licht: "Are you looking for the rose?"

Gilbert: "Yep, that's right. It's a beautiful full moon tonight, after all."

Gilbert: "See? Not a single cloud in the sky. I can clearly see the doubt written all over your faces."

Licht: "So you believe in that legend?"

Gilbert: "Whether I believe it or not doesn't matter. I'm just curious, that's all."

Nokto: "Still, thinking you'll find a transparent rose in this huge garden is kind of a stretch."

Gilbert: "Life's more fun when you keep a bit of your inner child. You guys are missing out."

Gilbert: "Maybe you should take a page from Clavis."

Luke: "If we all acted like Clavis, Sariel would probably whip him into tears."

Nokto: "I can kind of picture that. I might even want to see it."

Licht: "Nokto."

Nokto: "Kidding, kidding."

Luke: "So, you're looking for the rose... for Emma?"

Gilbert: "The little bunny loves those kinds of romantic legends. She'd believe it in a heartbeat."

Luke: "Yeah, she's definitely the type who'd fall for something like that."

Gilbert: "To be honest, I thought about inviting Emma to join me in the search, but I figured I'd earn more affection points if I told her I searched for it alone."

Nokto: "Wow. The world's walking disaster is trying to use earnestness as a weapon."

Luke: "Still, no matter how hard you try, you won't find a transparent rose—because it doesn't exist."

Gilbert: "Huh? It does."

Luke: "………."

Licht & Nokto: "Huh?"

Gilbert: "Look."

Licht: "The petals really are transparent."

Nokto: "It's way smaller than I imagined."

Gilbert: "Exactly—it's transparent and tiny, so it's hard to see from that distance."

Gilbert: "Here, come closer. Take a good look."

*pop*

Licht & Nokto: "!?"

Gilbert: "Ahahaha! Gotcha~!"

Luke: "Knew it. You made that rose yourself, didn't you?"

Gilbert: "I knew you'd figure it out, Luke."

Gilbert: "I actually made a few prototypes to surprise little bunny."

Gilbert: "And since you all helped, I figured I'd show you too—as a small thank you."

Licht: "More like a prank than a thank you."

Luke: "You're such a damn big kid."

Gilbert: "Hehe. See? It's more fun when you don't lose your inner child."

Luke: "You're too close—back off already!"

Licht: "That rose was so detailed, most people would've been fooled."

Nokto: "Guess we lose for even believing it for a second. That stings a little."

Gilbert: "But even if it was just for a second, that transparent rose did exist inside you, didn't it?"

Gilbert: "Doesn't that make it more of a win than a loss?"

Luke: "You're the living embodiment of twisted logic."

Nokto: "There's a limit to how far you can spin things with words."

Gilbert: "Wow, that's harsh. Can't you at least call me a romantic?"

Luke: "Nope."

Licht: "Not a chance."

Licht: "I'm not saying Gilbert's right, but maybe the legend survived all this time because that rose lived on in someone's heart."

Licht: "And yeah… I can see Emma liking something like that."

Luke: "Wow, you're actually kind of a romantic."

Licht: "I'm not."

Nokto: "Huh? Where's Prince Gilbert?"

Luke: "He's gone?! Where'd he go?"

Nokto: "Wait, isn't it about time for the party to start?"

Licht: "He went to pick her up."

Luke: "If sneaking around were a competition, that bastard would take the gold."

Nokto: "Well, we should get going too."

Nokto: "After all, we want to make her smile just as much as he does."

♡ Silvio, Leon, Azel, Yves

♡ Kagari, Clavis, Keith, Sariel

[taodarlington]

SEXTAPE , deftones .ೃ࿐ todoroki shoto

SYNOPSIS : todoroki shoto hates his father. obviously. but, there's someone that knows just how to take his mind off of his inner turmoils.

NOTES : i don't know what to categorize this as, i got lazy at the end i'm so sorry please don't hate me, no use of y/n

as a child, todoroki shoto never had time to himself.

his days and nights were spent within the confines of his household, one he never really called home. yes, he did eat, sleep, and live there, but it wasn't really living. it was just surviving.

his father, enji, was what he would call an absolute asshole. his heart clenched with rage at the very sight of that man, hating him with all his might.

when he was seven, todoroki shoto ran away from home after witnessing his father fight with his older sister, fuyumi, again. he didn't know where to go, as he was never allowed outside, so he just ran. ran until his lungs burned, until his palms were sweaty and his feet ached with every step.

the boy ran, and ran. once he was far away, he collapsed in the grass of a play park, staring up at the gloomy sky as his vision blurred with tears. hot, raging tears.

what did he do in his past life to be born this way? to have a father who saw him as a tool, a mother who couldn't stand the sight of him, older siblings that he never really was able to be properly introduced to? he wished for it all to be a dream. no, a nightmare. a horrible, long--

"are you okay?"

todoroki gasped, sitting upright immediately. there, standing right infront of him, was another kid. round-faced and knobbly-kneed, like him.

todoroki shoto shook his head, looking down at the ground. "no. i'm not. i.. i'm mad."

you frowned, crouching down and sitting on the grass across from him. "what are you mad about? maybe i can help."

the boy sniffed, wiping away his tears with his sleeve. "you can't." he answered plainly, wishing you would go away as to not see him in this state. he didn't want you to get hurt by his words, or anything he might do, so sending you away as soon as possible was the best option.

however, you just offered him a small smile. "well, maybe i can at least help you." and with that, you stood up, grabbing his hands and pulling you up with him. "everything's going to be okay. i promise. i don't really know you, but that doesn't matter! everything will turn out just fine, okay?"

and for a second, todoroki shoto saw that determined look in your eyes, and really did believe your words. he looked up at you, a flicker of doubt settling on his face. "what do you know? you're just.. a kid."

"so are you!" you cleared your throat. "you know what? i know something that will make you feel better. let's play.. let's play flower shop!"

todoroki stared at you with a bewildered look. "..play flower shop??" to which you nodded. "yes, flower shop!" you grabbed his hand, pulling him under the bottom of the playground slides and sitting down with him. "i'll be the flower girl, and you can be the customer! my flower girl name will be.. marigold! what's your customer name?"

todoroki was extremely confused. why was this random kid asking him to play flower shop? and.. fake names? really? he frowned at you. "i don't see how this is important."

you waved him off. "it's super important, because we're playing pretend! now pick a name, silly!"

todoroki gave himself two seconds before answering. "shoto."

"what kinda flower is that?" you asked, but you didn't give him a chance to explain before moving on and telling him about the different flowers you had on sale (piles of mulch and leaves).

as you blabbed on about gardenias, todoroki's anger towards his father and the tugs of grief in his heart slowly faded away. he stopped thinking about how horrible his life was, because sitting there, with you, some random kid, filled him with a sense of contentment. the corners of his lips quirked up into the smallest of smiles.

"oh, right, i just realized! i don't know your name!" you gasped, suddenly dropping the leaves you had bundled up.

"you already know my name. it's shoto." todoroki said, not realizing that you had thought of his given name as his so-called flower shop name.

you laughed, your voice bouncing off the metal poles and plastic slide. "i see. so you don't wanna tell me your real name. okay, then i won't tell you mine, either!"

"um, no, that's not what i-"

you shushed him, insisting on telling him about your new bouquet of wildflowers.

todoroki pursed his lips

ten minutes later, when your mother had called you away to go home, he finally decided it was time to go home. he followed the landmarks he had seen while running. he snuck in through his estate's back gate, climbing through his unlocked window and flopping onto his bed. it seemed as though his father hadn't noticed that he had left.

he didn't run away again. not when his father forced his intensive training to the ground, not when he started to despise his left side, not when he was offered an escape from his household in middle school, not even when he applied to u.a. high to officially start his journey as a hero.

todoroki shoto had turned into a cold, stoic boy. in his mind, he'd attend this school for three years, graduate, and become the best hero. without using the curse of a power his father had given him.

as he shrugged on his uniform, he took another look at himself in the mirror. those tear-filled eyes of his had become dull, his shoulders broad, and his hands taut. he grabbed his backpack and headed out the door without so much as a word to his sister nor brother.

todoroki arrived early to campus. he found his seat at the back of his classroom, class 1a, and sat down. setting his bag in his desk compartment, he folded his arms on the table and laid his head in his hands, closing his eyes.

he wasn't here to make friends. he was here to prove his father wrong, and that was his sole goal at this institute.

todoroki quietly stood up when his new teacher, aizawa-sensei, announced for all to change into their physical education uniforms and head out to the fields. he lingered near the back of the group, eyes straight forward and staring at the back of the heads of strangers.

"agh!" todoroki had unknowingly bumped into another student. he turned around, sparing them a glance and expecting to just go back to where he was going, but something made him stop and stare.

"sorry! i wasn't watching where i was-- huh?" you looked up at him, a puzzled expression on your face as he turned around fully to face you, looking like he had just discovered the meaning of life.

"are you okay?"

there it was. it was you, and those were the first words you had ever spoken to him. todoroki shoto felt a strange sense of déjà vu, head spinning at a thousand miles per second as he stared at you.

"um, okay, i guess i'll just.. go now.." you backed away from the boy, about to turn around to catch up with the rest of the class, when he called out to you, hand catching onto your wrist and forcing you to a stop.

a flower. a drop of sunlight. a smile so bright that it turned everything else dull in comparison. you. you.

"marigold?"

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[boogersparkles]

THE WAY TO A PERSON'S HEART IS THROUGH THEIR STOMACH!

Yuuta mito x gn!reader

Genre: crack, romantic, mutual pining

Summery: Yuuta wants to confess his feeling to [Name] and the Octo trio try to help (spoiler : it doesn't end too well)

Warning: might have ooc-ed the octos (idk if this is considered a warning but i use [Name] instead of Y/N cuz it reminds me too much of those AoT insta reels💀)

Words: 2.840~

Notes: Yuuta fic drop!! This came out wayyy longer than I anticipated also kinda changed the writting style cuz the colours aren't enough for everybody. Constructive criticism is welcomed! (Next fic will probably be with Yuuna or Yuuken cuz they need love too)

Yuuta really likes you. In fact, he could say that he adores you.

He believes that you two are closer with eachother than his other friends here in Twisted Wonderland. That you can relate to him on a different level than anyone else, that your care and trust in him shows just how unseparable you two are. He could even say that you were more comfortable than just average friends, so why...

Why is he struggling so much with how to confess to you?!

He feels completely helpless when it comes to romance. He can't even ask anyone for help since Ace's relationship went horrible, Deuce doesn't know how to talk to girls besides his mom and the only thing that Grim knows how to romance is tuna.

He had also brainstormed ideas, like making handcrafts or baking, but he was an amature when it came to art and you pretty much live under the same shaby roof that threatens to fall on you 24/7 so he won't be able to be secretive.

He was sitting on a bench, resting his head in hands, contemplating and overthinking his choises. Unbeknownst to him, a specific group of mermen were walking towards his direction.

"My, my, looks like Yuuta has found himself in a predicament"

Startled by the sound of Azul's voice, Yuuta sees the well known Octo trio standing right in front of him, smilling while casting an ominous shadow, making them look more intimidating than friendly. Not giving him a chance to say anything, Jades chimes in.

"What seems to be the problem, dearest Yuuta? Your face was deeply distorted with frustration"

"Your face looked a lot like Red Squid's (Trein) with all those wrinkles on your forhead, Shrimpy!"

"Can we stop talking about my face, please?"

Yuuta's cheeks bloomed red with embarassment, being caught in his little overthinking loophole wasn't something that he wanted, much less by the people who yearn for blackmail material secrets.

"Right.. Well then, what is it?"

Azul drops the teasing and asks genuinely. Crossing his arms and cocking his head questiongly. Yuuta hesitates for a bit but reluctanly answers.

"I wanted to confess my feeling to [Name] and I wanted to do something special for them. But i don't know exactly what to do"

"I thought Shrimpy had a specialty for cooking. Can't you just bake up some cookies or something?"

"I did think about doing that, but there's no way I could secretly make something quick enough for them to not notice me. Besides, most of the cooking appliances are either broken or impossible to clean"

None of them say anything for a while, they look between eachother, as if to telepathicaly converse in some groupchat. Then Azul speaks up.

"I have a proposal"

"I'm not signing any contract"

"Wha- You didn't even let me finish!"

Yuuta wasn't too sure if he fully believed him, but he still lets him continue.

"I'll allow yoy to use the Mostro Lounge's kitchen for as long as you need, only if you work for us"

"...Really?"

"Come on Yuuta, have some faith in me. I can be harsh at times but I'm no monster. If payment is what you're worried about, I'll have that set up for you"

"I wasn't worried about that. I'm just.. surprised"

He accepts the offer and smiles brightly, the others seem to be pleased as well. Starting tomorrow, Yuuta will work at the Mostro Lounge and will try to confess to you.

Keyword: try

Attempt 1#: Cookie trouble

Yuuta was baking at the Lounge's kitchen, where Azul had given him a recipe for some Valentine's day cookies. Even though it was way too early for Valentine's day, the gift held the same sentiment, so the date didn't make a difference. He left some extras in a jar for the guys as a thank-you present for lending him the kitchen.

Making his way out, Yuuta waves goodbye to his fellow coworkers and leaves with the cookies in a paperbag. He was proud with how they came out, having Floyd as a taste tester because he wanted to skip work, which didn't end too well for him but he couldn't care less.

Some of his fellow cooks were also impressed with his skills, since it was his first time making that specific recipe.

"Woah, these are delicious Yuuta! Good job!"

"Exquisite, the flavor of the chocolate is just the right balance of sweetness. Splendid work, Yuuta"

"Hey Yuuta..? Can.. you teach me how to get good at baking some time?"

He originaly was worried that you wouldn't have liked them, but the compliments really gave him a confidence boost. Getting excited, he thought about how he should approach you. Should he say something short and sweet? Or should he say something more deep with affection. Guess he'll figure that out when the time comes.

As he was walking past the statues of the Seven, he accidentaly bumps into somebody.

"Oof- sorry about that!"

"Watch where you're going punk!"

Great, he just HAD to bump into a raging deliquent.

"I apologize! I wasn't looking where I was going"

The hooligan slowly started to tower over him. Yuuta sweared that if they were in some cartoon, he would be able to see smoke come out of his nose and ears.

"Listen here punk. I've had the worst day a man can possibly have, so if you don't get your face out of MY face, I swear to the Seven I'm gonna-!"

He abruptly stops his rant and... Starts to sniff the air?

Yuuta just stood there, terrified and confused. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Should he like.. Walk away and act like this never happened?

He tries to sneak away but freezes in his place when the man's bulging eyes land on him.

"You...."

"Me..???"

"You... HAVE THE MOSTRO LOUNGE'S SPECIAL VALENTINE'S DAY COOKIES WITH THE WHITE CHOCOLATE AND STRABERRIES?! IT'S LIKE THREE MONTHS UNTIL VALENTINE'S DAY HOW DID YOU GET THOSE?!?!"

"I.. uh... what?"

Yuuta struggled to understand a single word that came out of his mouth, since he sounded like some crow chihuahua hybrid. Could he even describe that sound? Honestly he had no clue.

Before that psycho can do anything, like an angel sent from the heavens (or from the bottom of the ocean) Floyd comes to the rescue! Or... more like to publicly execute the guy.

"Who do you think you are bothering little Shrimpy like that..?"

Now Floyd was the one towering over the deliquint. Yuuta can just imagine how comical they looked from a third person point of view. The situation just gets more and more ridiculous by the minute.

"Eek! It's Floyd!"

Not looking in front of him, the cowardly hooligan crashes into Yuuta, making him drop the cookies.

"Little fishy got away. Now I really want to squize him.."

"Let it go Floyd, it won't accomplish anything, but thanks for standing up for me"

Glancing behind Floyd, he sees Azul and Jade walking up to them.

"We reported to a teacher about everything. Are you okay, Yuuta?"

"I'm fine... But the cookies aren't, what a waste.."

"Truly a shame. And you worked so hard to make those"

Jade gave him a sympathetic look and a pityful one at the cookies. What to do with them now? I mean, you can't feed them to any animals because of the sugar so..

*Crunch* *Munch* * Munch*

"Floyd! Don't eat them off of the ground!"

Attempt 2# : Wrong breakfast delivery

Yuuta was still a little bumbed out about the incident from 3 days ago, but he wasn't going to give up so easily. His spirit still stays strong! For now...

Finding himself in the kitchen again, he cooks up some pancakes and shapes fruits into hearts. Putting them in a divided lunchbox, he also places a small jar with your favorite spreading along with a little spoon and a little note that said "Would you like to go out some day? Just the two of us ♡" right on top of the jar, making sure everything looked neat. After closing the lid, he quickly leaves through the Octavenelle's mirror.

He finds you sitting at one of the cafetiria's tables with Ace, Deuce and Grim. As Yuuta sits across from you, he pushes the lunchbox your way, focusing on you because the others were too busy arguing about something stupid again.

"Good morning [Name]! I made you breakfast"

"Aww, thanks Yuuta. But I already ate"

"If you're not gonna eat it, I will!"

Before Yuuta could stop Grim, he had already opened the lid and started scarfing down everything like some beast that hasn't eaten in centries. Crumbs and juices were flying everywhere like bullets along with the now forgotten note that pretty much vanished into thin air. Everyone was taking cover to not get dirty, except Yuuta who was wallowing in his despair, not even reacting when some juices splatter on his cheek.

"Grim, slow down! You're gonna choke!"

"I can't help it, Yuuta's cooking is the best!"

"Thanks... Grim..."

From the corner of his eye, Yuuta could see the Octo trio cringing with second hand emberassment, which he couldn't blame them for. He's been in two seperate situations where he had his plan disintegrated right in front of him by some stupid factor.

When the warzone had calmed down, he feels a hand on his shoulder

"Yuuta, when you're available, please come to my office"

~After school hours had ended~

A couple of hours later, Yuuta found himself in Azul's office. He never even noticed how fast time passed, but he needed to listen to what Azul wanted to say.

"Well.. How do i put this gently-"

"Shrimpy, you're killing us here man"

"Huh?"

Yuuta was slightly surprised by Floyd's words, but it wasn't fully unexpected.

"Alright, listen. You've helped us with busines, surprisingly by a lot for such a short amount of time. Therefore, we will set up a date for you two"

Okay now THAT was fully unexpected.

"You would.. really do that?"

"We wouldn't be offering if you didn't raise sells nearly by 9% within a week"

After that, who was Yuuta to reject that offer? Lady luck was with him at the wrong times, but third time is the charm!

Right?

Attempt 3# : Dinner date

Yuuta had invited you to eat out for dinner, just the two of you. He also told you not to tell anyone because he was able to win a VIP spot for two people at the Mostro Lounge and he didn't want the others to get jealous. So you kept your mouth sealed, excited for your little dinner date.

Actualy, you didn't know if this was a date or not, but the thought of you and your crush sharing a romantic dinner together made you blush, just a little. At the moment, you were waitting for Yuuta at the school's well to pick you up. He said that he needed do something for work and that he'll try to finish it as fast as possible.

As you felt the cool breeze hit your skin, you hear footsteps getting louder and louder. Turning to your left, you see Yuuta dressed in a white button-down shirt and a fancy pair of navy blue pants.

"Hi! Sorry that I'm late, got caught up with work"

"Oh, it's okay. At least you took the time to dress nicely. I'm starting to feel underdressed"

"Why would you think that? You look great! Besides, we're not really financhially stable"

"Guess you have a point. Anyway shall we get going?"

"Yes, of course"

You started to walk towards the Octavenelle dorm, chit chatting along the way with how your day went, up coming exams and Yuuta's work. Speaking of which, you haven't seen him much because of it. You were happy for him that he found a job that suited him, but you started to miss him.

Finally arriving at the resturant, you go to the reception to find your designated table. But when you were about to speak, the receptionist perks up when he sees Yuuta and personaly escorts you to the VIP rooms

"This is your room. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my leave"

He leaves you and Yuuta in front of the door with the number 2 on it. Number 1 probably being Azul's office, but number 2 is still pretty high in the ranks AND money, right?

"Yuuta. Just what exactly did you do to win this?"

Yuuta simply laughs at your baffeled expression and opens the door, gesturing you to enter.

"Don't worry about it. Let's just enjoy our dinner"

Stepping into the room, you see a single table with two chairs, underneath a beautiful chandelier adorned with seashells and pearls. As if that wasn't romantic enough, the room was dimly lit and one of the walls was an aquerium of multicoloured fishes with sparkling scales.

While you were still admiring the room, Yuuta had gently held your hand, leading you to your chair, only after pulling out for you. When you sat across from eachother, a waiter came in to give you both menu catalogues and a little device for whenever you needed service.

The waiter exits shortly after writting down your order, leaving you and Yuuta all alone. You two sit for a bit, not sure with what to talk about, since you had previously said everything on your way here. So, to not stay in complete silence, you decided to play a game of "I spot" with the fishes in the aquerium.

But it's been over 45 minutes now and dinner still hasn't been served. Yuuta had secretly sent Azul a mesage about the delay, but he simply replied that there were some technical difficulties in the kitchen.

~Meanwhile in the kitchen~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT THE STOVE IS FLYING?!"

"I DON'T KNOW! THAT SAME PSYCHO WHO WAS SCREAMING ABOUT COOKIES FROM DAYS AGO CAME IN AGAIN AND STARTED THROUGHING RANDOM SPELLS ALL OVER THE PLACE"

Azul's phone was shaking in his hands as he listened to one of his employees explain the situation. Peeking in the kitchen, he sees the mentioned stove flying in circles, as the food danced wildly on the plates. Taking a deep breath, he turns back to his employee.

"Did anyone get hurt?"

"Uhhh... Jade is currently stuck to the ceiling while Floyd is fist fighting with the cookie man"

"SEVENS DAMN IT-"

~Back at the VIP rooms~

Yuuta audibly sighs, he hoped that you didn't hear him, but you had noticed how tense he was ever since you sat down.

"Hey Yuuta, are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Just a little stressed from work"

"Are you sure that's the only thing bothering you?"

You just have to notice every tiny detail about him, don't you? Yuuta straightens his back, putting his clamy hands together, he finally spits out what he has been hiding.

"I... wanted to confess to you and I wanted to do something special... But anything I had planned never worked out"

He really struggled to say those words, nerves shaking when his voice cracked.

"I've liked you for a while now and I wanted to make this a memrable experience, but I just got a text from Azul that they're having difficulties in the kitchen.."

"Yuuta.. I like you too, but you didn't have to go out of your way to set this whole thing up"

Yuuta just looks at you, calmer from before. A small blush creeping onto his cheeks, listening intently to your words.

"Besides, those dumplings of yours always have me head over heels for you"

"Then, I guess that I'll have to keep making them, haha"

He finally relaxes, cracking a smile while resting his chin in his palm. You couldn't help but do the same, straight up looking like you came from a cheesy romance movie.

The moment was cute while it lasted. Then suddenly, Yuuta gets hit with some mysterious flying sauce that came from the kitchen square in the face.

But he didn't mind it too much, he was too busy paying attention to your laugh.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer groaned as he started to wake up, he really wished that he would stop fainting in times like that it was getting to be annoying.

Adam: Lu?

Lucifer opened his eyes and Adam was there with a glass of water. He sat up and accepted it, drinking the cool liquid down it actually helped him a bit. Guess he was a little dehydrated.

Lucifer: What...... Where-?

Adam: Bitch is in the kitchen.

Lilith: I heard that!

Adam: You were supposed to!

Lucifer watched as Adam sat beside on the right and Lilith came in with the coffee's sitting on his left.

So it was real.

Lilith: Hey Lu.

Lucifer reached out and poked her, making sure she was real: ....... Why are you here?

Lilith: Why are you?

Lucifer shook his head: Nuh uh, you're the one who's been in apparently Heaven for nearly eight years ignoring Charlie and me, you can go first.

Lilith wanted to reach over and smack Adam for the smirk he had on his face.

Lilith: Okay...... Lu I'm really sorry I just up and left but...... I couldn't do it anymore. I don't want to be a wife and mother anymore and haven't for a long time...... I didn't know how to tell you without hurting your feelings.

Lucifer gripped the glass, not out of anger but hurt: S-so what, you just don't love us anymore?

Lilith: No! I'll always love you LuLu, Charlie too she's my only baby. I just.... I can't play the active role anymore. I wasn't happy.

Lucifer: So you just left!?

He got up, too upset to sit and he faced them both. He was upset with both of them, Lilith more than Adam.

Lilith glared at Adam: You're enjoying this too much.

Adam: He's yelling at someone who's not me for once.

Lucifer: You're in trouble too!

Adam: What!? Why?

Lucifer: You knew she was here and didn't say anything!?

Adam: ..... In my defense, you didn't ask. I would have told you.

Lilith rolled her eyes: Yeah right.

Okay yeah, Lucifer didn't ask but he didn't think anyone actually knew where Lilith was.

Adam: I would have!

Lucifer: Stop!..... P-please.....

Lilith: Lucifer, I really am sorry.

Lucifer scoffed: Sorry? Do you have any idea how upset I was knowing you were gone? Not knowing if you were safe? Charlie was devastated!! So was I!! You were my wife, I loved you, that MEANT something to me!!

He felt like such a fucking fool, he gave up everything for her just so she could throw it away for a spot on heaven's beach!?

Lilith: And I loved you too! But I needed more!

Lucifer gawked at her: More!? I gave you everything you could need or want! You were a Queen of a whole realm what more could you want!?

Adam: Michael's dick.....

That made Lucifer freeze and Lilith glare at her brother who had wide eyes. It just kinda slipped out....

Lilith: Adam!!

Lucifer: W-what?

Lilith turned back to him: Lu, I've been seeing Michael while I've been up here. B-But, it's not that deep okay? It's not really cheating if he looks like you....?

Luicfer was so hurt and angry: Yes it is.

Lilith: Oh come on, you fucked Adam! We can..... Call it even?

Adam scoffed this time, sure if him and Lucifer did it 300 more times.

Lucifer shattered the glass in his hand, small droplets of golden blood dripped on the floor.

Lucifer: ........ I want a divorce.

Lilith thinned her lips and nodded: Okay..... That's fair..... So, why are you here?

Lucifer: ...... I came here in exchange they would end the Exterminations but apparently it was all a ruse so Sera could get me into handcuffs and cut my heart out to start the world over.....

Liliths eyes widened and she smacked Adam: And you didn't tell me.

Adam: Oh for fuck sakes.

Lucifer needed to be away from her, he was too hurt and upset. He stormed off and slammed Adam's bedroom door hard making both first humans wince.

Hell's Missing the Devil

@beef-brisket

Lucifer wasn't sure if he had heard Sera correctly but the serious tone and look on her face told him that yes she was in fact serious.

Lucifer: I'm sorry.... What?

Sera sighed, she sounded annoyed: We will put an end to the Exterminations and in exchange you will be up in Heaven as a prisoner.

That..... Didn't sound ideal.

But neither were the Exterminations.

He didn't understand, wasn't the whole point of him falling so that he would never see Heaven again? Didn't that defeat the purpose?

Unless...... There was more to it.

Sera: Think about it. Come back here tomorrow when you've made your choice. Make the right choice for once.

He scowled when she left. What a bitch.

Lucifer did think about it and that's when it dawned on him.

With Lilith gone and now Lucifer, Charlie would have to step up and rule Hell. Which meant that she wouldn't have time to run her hotel.

It was underhanded and sneaky..... It was so Heaven.

But by doing this....... He would be saving his daughter too. He didn't trust them not to go after her one day.

Charlie: Dad you can't.

Lucifer: Sweetie, I..... I know this isn't ideal but it's for a greater good.

Charlie teared up: What am I supposed to do without you!?

It was different when he was just holed up in the manor, at least she knew he was safe at home.

But in Heaven? Lucifer was considered a traitor. Who knows what they would do to him.

Lucifer hugged his baby girl tight: Y-you'll be okay...... I love you.

Charlie: ...... I love you too.

She didn't want to let him go. There had to be a way to bring him home.

The next day, Lucifer went to the embassy where Sera was waiting.

Sera: So?

Lucifer sighed, this felt like a mistake but he didn't know what else to do to keep Charlie and their people safe.

Lucifer: Alright.......

Sera: Good.

She snapped her fingers and a pair of silver bracelets appeared on his wrists and Lucifer suddenly felt very drained. They must be blocking his powers.

With another snap, handcuffs with a chain appeared as well, Lucifer walked with his head down through the portal with Sera.

He would have laughed when he heard Peter freaking out. But any amusement left him when Sera said who he would be staying with.

Sera: You'll be under Adam's watch.

It felt ironic in a way.

Lucifer felt like he had been handed a death sentence as Sera handed his chain over to the first man.

[purpld-raccoon]

Thinking about the Mayfield arc again and augh. What if Houses hallucinations continued a little more after the detox? Because Nolan did imply it was Houses mind, not the Vicodin (to me, it was a mix of both)

Like what if he thought he was fine, but he sees Amber in the corner of his eye; he dismisses it ofc because "there's blond ppl at the facility, my mind is just being confused"

Then it gets worse. And he tries not to tell anyone because "how will I practice medicine if I am fully insane?" But as usual, it gets to the point where he's hallucinating many people at once and breaks down.

Nolan helps him and turns out for some weird reason he's had a bad reaction to the ibuprofen they've got in Mayfield. (Idk why, his body after only taking narcotics thinks normal painkillers are dangerous and his brain panics)

So he stops taking so much ibuprofen so his leg hurts more again.

Nolan calls up Wilson to update him that House is going to be staying abit longer at Mayfield, and kinda suggests he visits House.

Wilson does end up coming to Mayfield, gets a visitors badge and everything. He sees House sitting in the common area, quiet and unmoving, it scares Wilson, but he walks over to House.

House looks up to him, surprised and scared, then looks down at the floor again. Wilson tries to talk to him, and no response comes from House. Then House sighs and walks to the many rooms. Wilson follows him.

House, not being told that he's being visited, thinks this is a hallucination and is terrified. He tries ignoring Wilson for a couple of minutes, but it doesn't work, so he goes into his room to figure out why of all people he is hallucinating Wilson. He didn't die when House was stuck here, didn't he?

When they reach the room, Alvie, thankfully, isn't there, House finally starts talking.

"You didn't die did you?"

"What- House no I'm right here."

"Yeah, sure."

"Are you okay? Nolan told me he was extending your stay here, but he didn't tell me why, just to come ask you"

"Aren't you supposed to know? You're basically me."

"Yeah, because I too am addicted to narcotics"

"No, it's the ibuprofen this time."

"You've gotten addicted to ibuprofen? How did you manage that."

"no dumbass- aren't you in my head?? you're supposed to know these things. Not interrogate me like the real Wilson."

"I am the real Wilson. What are you on about House, you're creeping me out."

"okay this is funny and different, did Nolan change my dose recently?"

"House, do I need to call Nolan?"

"I don't know, do I?"

Wilson gets out of the room, calls Nolan, and gets back, House is still standing in the same spot. Wilson's getting more and more worried by the second.

Nolan rushes into the room with a sedative in his hand, just incase. House immediately panics. "hey- hey there's no need for that, just lower my dosage I'm seeing different people this time."

"You're not seeing people again House. Wilson is really here. Are you seeing any other people i should be worried about?"

House looks over to Wilson expecting even more pity, but Wilson just looks scared. "Oh, you're real. I didn't think you'd actually visit me, that's funny,, do you wanna eat lunch and pretend nothing happened."

Wilson nods, and they leave the room to the facilities cafeteria. At least he has the actual Wilson beside him.

Nolan does call out to House "We are talking about this next session, by the way."

House just limps faster away with a real Wilson by his side. They don't need to talk about anything.

-

This basically turned into a oneshot, im sorry lmao, but I've been thinking about House hallucinating Wilson for a While.

[sonicboomrevisited]

When you think about it it’s suuuuper sneaky and cruel from Robo Sonic to trick Amy like that, considering that at the very beginning (if I remember correctly), in issue 1 when Sonic was only partly robot, there was a tiny little moment when Amy did reach him for a second and confusion came through his programming. Also he really knows how to mess with her and her feelings - I swear, each page he seems more and more like our Sonic but evil version.

Also I love how we still more on the humour side (especially after introspective part of issue 2, I LOVED IT WITH MY WHOLE HEART but like I said before, it’s great how SBR is balancing dark and humour, honestly the whole theme of Sonic being turned to robot is dark enough and you make sure we know it but don’t overwhelm us with angst). I think motif of the hunt for Sonic’s teammates has a lot of potential for situational comedy. not super related, but I can’t stop thinking about that one scene from Sonic Boom where Sonic goes “did you really think escape would be that easy” - I remember watching that episode for the first time and genuinely not knowing if he’s joking or not, and the whole scene of their fight in that episode made me thinking (not for the first time ofc) how unstoppable Sonic would be as villain and I love that SBr somehow explore that idea~ And it occurred to me how people often think of Sonic Boom as just comedy and fun - and yes, it is a sitcom and the rules of the world building are adapted to the genre, but hello- it is the only Sonic’s piece of media yet where Sonic is actually hypnotised?? Where Tails (mind and body) is actually turned into robot?? Where Sonic has a real mental breakdown about saving people, where Sonic is captured by the psycho fan- literally the list goes on. And honestly Boom!Eggman did many truly evil things, just because they were reduced to joke because of convention doesn’t make them less evil).

That being said, I still think that closer to the end of issue 3 vibe will get darker again and more angsty and honestly, even after everything I said about comedy aspect, I can’t wait for the drama as well! I trust your abilities fully and can’t wait for what you cooked for us!

(Also, i went back to previous pages to check that one scene i mentioned before. And going back to issue 1 - which was fantastic - I can’t notice how BIG progress you made in drawing and colouring, it’s incredible!)

Ahhh, asks like this makes me so emotional! It makes me incredibly happy to know how much you enjoy our dark storytelling in Boom's World. You're absolutely right that it tends to go to some pretty crazy places thanks to it's episodic/sitcom nature which have definitely helped inspire a lot of the stories we are telling and want to tell (It's not called "Revisited" for nothing)!

I'm happy my growth is visible. 😭 It's kinda crazy to me what I've been able to accomplish in a year. Especially since before this comic I didn't do much (if any) background work. I will say, though, while I (Multi) colored Issue 1, @star-stages has been in charge of colors since Issue 2!

I appreciate your faith in us! We promise not to disappoint!

[stellocchia]

I kinda wanna write an omegaverse fic with omega Killer just to see how fucked up I can make his situation...

Because, like, okay, I have this headcanon that heats sort of stop if monsters don't eat/sleep/aren't safe enough, and Killer has had all of those factors for a very long time.

Imagine it's been so long that he completely forgot about his secondary sex characteristics. And then he goes with Color, for the first time in years, probably decades, he has a full meal. He and Color share a bed, so he manages to relax enough to sleep (because, in my mind, monsters are very social and none of them do well with isolation). And, most importantly, he feels safe. And then a heat fucking hits him out of nowhere. He forgot they could do that and he has no idea whatsoever of how to handle it, so he just hides.

I tend to think of Color more as a beta, so I don't think he'd be able to sniff Killer out following his pheromones, however he knows his friend well and knows his hiding nooks. He used one of the ones he uses when he's sick. And, at least at first, he was sick a lot (it's easier to get sick when you come out of a period of high stress, at least for me. Stress ends and I always have a fever), so they've done this song and dance plenty.

I don't think that coaxing him out of there would be possible. Both because he's got nesting instincts (that he doesn't recognize and wouldn't know how to control even if he did) and because this is a kind of vulnerability that he isn't used to and doesn't trust anyone with. Not at first for sure.

This entire thing could be such a shitshow...

Hell, imagine Color also didn't know that Killer was an omega and is now wholly unprepared on what to do because, well, most people are betas, so it's likely that he's mostly spent time around those. He especially likely hasn't spent time around omegas in heat since going out in public when that happens seems rather fucking uncomfortable for the omegas themselves. It's probably one of those things where, for a week, they stay cooped up, with a fan/plenty of ice cream, their nest, and whatever they need to make it pass faster.

And now he's gotta figure out not only how to care for an omega in heat, but how to care for one who forgot he was one and is 90% feral about it.

It's gonna be a long ass week for everyone involved

[t1track]

hi :) something fluff with sanji x reader in the kitchen (wth a relationship kinda senior and junior chef)

Hey ☺️ I loved this request sm! I think I got a little carried away, but I liked how it turned out. Hope you like it too!

It gets sweeter towards the end, but I tried to keep it cute throughout the whole thing. I want to eat Sanji up with sugar atp

Proofread? Yes. Word count: 1.8k (would u guys like me to add word count in every request/loose post?)

🏴‍☠️ WARNINGS/INFO: Fluff-y, gender neutral reader, comfort, mutual pining (sort of), Sanji x reader, mentorship, developing relationship, senior x junior chef

I'm loving making these banners, what do you guys think?

You suppressed a yawn, scrubbing at a stubborn pot, the late-night shift wearing on you more than usual. The kitchen was mostly quiet now, save for the soft glow of the pilot light and Sanji's low hum from the pantry. He emerged moments later, not with ingredients, but with two steaming mugs in hand. "Here, my favorite assistant," he said, pushing one towards you. "You look like you're about to fall into the soup." His smile was peaceful, and the tea was exactly what you needed, warm against your cold hands.

Sanji had always been caring not only with you but with everyone around him. His kindness was something you have never experienced before coming to the Baratie. Honestly, you fully believed that he was some kind of mermaid who enchanted you with his voice, smiles, and actions because the two of you grew closer so fast. Sometimes, you wondered if this was something else or if it was just your imagination playing tricks on you.

"Sanji, I wanted to ask you something. If that's fine for you…of course," You said, mustering enough courage. "Sure! What is it?" He drank his tea and kept staring at you, waiting. He raised an eyebrow. A minute passed, and you stayed silent. "I can't help if you won't tell me," he jokingly said. 

Right, just say it. It can't be difficult. "So, I wanted to ask if you…maybe, uh, wannateachmehowtocook?" He put his tea on top of the nearby cooking station and gave you a weird look. "What? Ok, again, but slowly," Just do it, just do it, just do it. "I want you to teach me how to cook. Like you, you know? I don't want to die in here washing dishes after every service and stirring the soup pot every night." 

He didn't move. Not for a hot minute, and you immediately regretted even considering asking him to help you, to guide you. "Yeah, this was a mistake. Listen, it's fine. Forget I even mention-""Five." You stopped and looked at him. "What?" "Five in the morning. Tomorrow. Don't be late. We have much work to do if you want to become a pro!"

He winked, turned around, grabbed his mug and left. What just happened? Did he really agree to teach you? Vinsmoke Sanji was your new cooking teacher? You could not contain your excitement. That night, instead of dreaming of the All Blue, you dreamt of the possibility of a new life that was ahead of you.

True to his word, the early mornings became your new normal. Soon, the clatter of pots and the comforting scent of simmering broth filled the Baratie kitchen. A symphony Sanji conducted with effortless grace. You watched as his long, elegant fingers sliced vegetables with such ease, each cut precise and rhythmic. "Like this, little chef," he murmured, his voice softer than usual as he gently guided your hand over the knife. The contact of his skin, even through the thin gloves, sent a flutter through your chest. Being his junior chef meant endless lessons, but lately, each one felt less about cooking and more about the quiet murmur between you two. Again, you were lost in your thoughts about it being more than just cooking lessons.

You two were always exchanging looks. At first, he'd be by your side when you were cutting, but as you both grew more comfortable, he'd often position himself right behind you, guiding your hand with his. You were lost in his scent each time: spices, cigarettes, the sweet aroma of his hair – which he always took immense pride in and cared for meticulously – and you swore you could smell a bit of sea salt on him after his cigarette breaks. Sanji was becoming way too dreamy for your liking, but you needed to keep things professional. After all, he was your senior chef, and you were there to work and learn. 

Months truly did blur into a seamless rhythm of early mornings and late nights in the Baratie's kitchen. Your knife work was sharper, your timing more intuitive, and the shared glances with Sanji had subtly shifted, holding more unspoken familiarity than you ever thought possible. You moved through the galley like an extension of him, a well-oiled machine powered by culinary (and maybe something extra) passion. Sometimes, you and Sanji were just one when cooking, like a perfectly synchronized tango dance couple. Sanji never stopped calling you his little chef, even after you were certainly no longer a junior.

Tonight it was one of those rare, quiet evenings. The last customers had finally left, the crew was asleep, and only the soft glow of the kitchen illuminated the spotless counters. You and Sanji were just finishing the final cleanup. You stretched, aching from a long day, when the swinging doors to the dining area suddenly pushed open, letting in a blast of colder air. 

Red-Leg Zeff stood there, a moody look on his face. Zeff's gaze swept over the empty kitchen, then landed on Sanji, his expression unreadable. "Cook," he barked, his voice echoing in the quiet. "We have a special guest here, and he expects nothing but a meal that will challenge his palate." 

Sanji's only reaction was a slight tilt of his head, a raised eyebrow, and eyes unblinking as he took in the demand. His gaze darted to the dwindling fresh produce in the larder, silently calculating time and resources. "A challenge, eh, old man?" he murmured, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips, a familiar twinkle in his eye that meant he was about to create a masterpiece. 

He didn't waste a second. "Little chef," he snapped, his voice sharp but clear, cutting through your sudden panic. "Get me the finest Goraz from the ice, quickly! And two fresh lemons. You know the ones." He was already pulling out a clean cutting board, his hands moving with precision as he grabbed his knife. "Prep the pan for searing, high heat, no oil yet. We're going for a perfect crust. Move!" You felt an electric sparkle flow through your spine. Was this the challenge you had been waiting for to prove yourself and show everything you have learned? 

You didn't need to be told twice. Your own anxiety melted away, replaced by the sheer adrenaline of keeping up with his demands. This was Sanji, in his element, a conductor leading his orchestra, and you were his eager first chair. You met his eyes across the sizzling pan. In that shared glance, a hint of raw excitement mixed with something undeniably soft passed between you.

A quick, almost imperceptible nod from him was all the praise you needed. You always loved watching Sanji cooking. The way he moved, the way he danced around, talking with each and every ingredient he would use. Everything about the tall blonde man fascinated you. Now, even more than ever. You didn't know if you were more in love with finally becoming a chef or with Sanji.

Sanji's knife became a silver blur as he filleted the sea bream, each motion exact and breathtakingly fast. There wasn't a single wasted movement, not a single piece of flesh clinging to the bone as he laid down two perfect, glistening fillets. He moved to the stove, grabbing the pan you'd prepped, his other hand already reaching for a small bowl. "We need to add the-"

"Finely diced shallots and a splash of white wine, chef," you finished, already sliding the small bowl of sheer shallots across the counter and reaching for the bottle of white wine. Your movements are well-rehearsed now, anticipating his needs. Spending too much time with him helped you realize his habits. Maybe a little too well!

Sanji paused, a rare moment of genuine surprise easing his features. His lips curved into a small, pleased smile. A private reward just for you. "See? You are learning."

The kitchen roared to life for those frantic minutes. You moved in perfect sync, a whirlwind of skilled hands and a shared goal. Sanji was everywhere at once: searing the fish to a perfect golden crisp, reducing the rich sauce with a flick of his wrist, and plating with an artist's precision. You mirrored his movements, garnishing them with delicate herbs, ensuring every detail was exactly as he commanded. Finally, the beautiful dish, a masterpiece crafted under high pressure and through perfect teamwork, was complete.

Zeff simply grunted, but the subtle lift of one corner of his mustache spoke volumes. The crisis was over.

The kitchen, suddenly quiet again, felt vast. The adrenaline seeped from your limbs, leaving you pleasantly exhausted. You leaned against the cool stainless steel counter, letting out a long sigh. Sanji, wiping his hands on a clean towel, turned to you, his eyes, no longer sharp with command, softening into that familiar, dreamy blue that lately made your stomach flutter. You never imagined that two of your passions would be combined into one.

He reached out slowly and brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead, his touch quite gentle, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "You were great tonight, darling," he murmured, his voice rough with a pride that made your heart rush, a pride that felt entirely personal. His accent, as it entered your ears, almost made you melt. "Truly a pro in the making."

"Well, what can I say? I had the best teacher." You jokingly said, reaching your hand to his forearm and gently caressing it. "Had? When did you graduate? No one told me." He kept pulling closer to you. "Oh, maybe the invitation got lost in the mail," you two laughed, and then silence again. Not an uncomfortable one, but rather one that helped build up the moment and have both of you relax. 

You looked up at him, tired but exhilarated, the heat of his fingers still ghosting on your skin. His gaze held yours, a silent request passing between you, deeper than any spoken word. You realized that it was not just about the successful dish but about every early morning, every shared laugh, and every moment of growing understanding. The quiet hum between you two had never felt so loud, so undeniable. And suddenly, all of your questions had their answers.

Almost imperceptibly, Sanji closed all the space between you two. His gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes, seeking permission. You didn't pull away. You couldn't. The scent of spices and cigarettes and Sanji, uniquely him, pulled you in more than ever.  His hand, which had been resting on your shoulder, slid down to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

And then, his lips, soft and hesitant yet firm with unspoken feeling, finally met yours. It was a gentle kiss. All the exhaustion, all the adrenaline, all the quiet yearning converged in that one perfect moment. When he pulled back just inches, his forehead rested against yours, and his breath mingled with yours.

"Get some rest, little chef," he whispered, his voice thick with affection, his lips brushing your face as if he didn't want to let go yet. And you knew exactly what you were going to dream of. 

[valentine-cafe]

Happy pride month, Eden and Howl! <3

I kinda don’t understand the new preorder system but I’m going to try.. I haven’t been on this page for a while, but I have to do my duty as a gay Alessio fan 😍 May I get a tiramisu? (Yet again.)

[TOP AMAB READER]

Imagine a golden boy reader, who seems like he’s so innocent . Until his friend— who is literally the opposite, Alessio brings up the topic of sex. Reader talks about erotic things, and you know where that ends. (Wink wink)

-🫧

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : tiramisu !! . . . immortal ⊹ top amab reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟​​​​​​​𝑖𝑛​​​​​​​𝑔﹕verse 781 ꮽ  alessio arias

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a cocky, comedic and charismatic mercenary. immortal and inhuman, punkgoth

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... upon discovery, alessio realizes just how much of a dirty talker you are, after having for the longest time thought you were more on the innocent side of things. but you always find new ways to surprise him, don't you?⊹ cw ٬٬ dirty-talking . smut . p in a ( alessio receiving ) . drooling . cumming . whiny alessio .

"Oh how I love archers. . . "

"Like . . . bow and arrow?"

Alessio drew his gaze over to your chattering form. How easily you found it to blend into these sorts of conversations that your friend group brought up. While he was well aware what the topic centred around, the merc's playfulness shone through in his glare.

The last thing he expected was your side glance that shot him an elevator look before your smiled. Slyness curled on the corners.

"Wouldn't you like to find out, pretty boy?"

Please. Did you think he'd just let you take control?

. . . Well you certainly didn't back down. Alessio wasn't ready for the fight you put up nor how you, eventually - regrettably - forced him down. Years of training, years of taking lead, and you had him right in your clutches.

So, here he was. Clawing on your strewn sheets and making a name for himself to your neighbours. Every pound of your hips sent ripples through his ass and a wet slap! that embarrassed him more than the way your gaze fixed on him.

As if he were everything. The sun, moon and stars — yet nothing at the same time. A slut who took your cock even when he stretched and clenched so tightly.

"There we go, now you got the idea." You huffed a laugh, hand caressing down his side as you cracked his thighs further open with the other. Your hips picked a crescendo that left him gasping, near-teary as his head of messy dark hair rolled back.

"Fuck - amorcito -"

You never knew he could whine like that. Eagerly, you reached for his cock. Palmed around the throbbing flesh and swirled your thumb on his tip in a tantalising circle. All while your thrusts abruptly shallowed. Hardened. Until his back left the bed and took a curve instead.

Another laugh bubbled from your throat and you quickly caught the slope. Two fingers traced along his spine as you crooked over him.

"That's it. See? Told ya I love m'good lil' archers." Your lips fell to his drooling ones. Consuming him for all he's worth as your thrusts took a tempo that had him clenching up once more. Only a few seconds later, he bubbled out another release with a pathetic moan into your mouth.

But oh, you weren't stopping there. Not until you got his spine a bit more sore. Not until you got your point across — that this supposed 'deliquent' was such a whore for his 'innocent' friend.

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[legitspidey]

Spideypool thoughts

(a short, conceptual fic)

>> Deadpool who doesn't know that Spider-Man has healing abilities

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When they first meet, Deadpool is on a job and, because of course, there are guns

Spidey hears gunfire and goes to check it out

Deadpool wanted it to be a quiet job but now it's a gunfight and now Spidey just swings in all prepared to fight the bad guys (maybe it's the tracksuit mafia idk) and a gun goes off

Deadpool is unaware that the guy in spandex who brought his fists to a gun fight will be mostly fine when the bullet hits, so he takes the shot for him and the bullet stays lodged in the meat of his shoulder for about a minute until the healing flesh pushes it out

Of course he is totally fine, but neither of them talk about it and Deadpool gets out fast after the fight is over

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They meet again and, again, Deadpool takes a bullet. This time it kills him, but he comes back because he's Deadpool

Normally Deadpool would be annoyed at dying, but he saved Spider-Man, therefore it's worth it

Deadpool still doesn't know

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This happens like four more times and neither think anything of it

Spidey doesn't think too hard about it, he thinks Deadpool is just being nice, or maybe he likes it, it's Deadpool - who knows what's going through his head

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Then one day, Spider-Man is fighting Electro when Deadpool finds him

They're both used to minor team-ups by now and Spidey welcomes the help

They back Electro into a corner and he lashes out, shocking Spidey badly

He smells of burning flesh and there's smoke rising off him

Spider-Man collapses, but he's just knocked out, already healing, he'll be back up in a few minutes but Deadpool doesn't know that

Deadpool sees Spider-Man fall to the floor and he smells the burning and he assumes

Deadpool has no reason to believe that Spidey would have survived that

Naturally, Deadpool gets angry

A sort of delirious, panicked anger that is a reaction to seeing the man who accepted his presence without question, who didn't shout or scream or tell him to get the fuck away, die right next to him

Deadpool rounds on Electro and shoots him in the thigh, which doesn't do much to an entity made of electricity, but it distracts him enough to let Deadpool get close and try and beat him to a pulp

He ignores the pain as Electro tries to shock him off, he keeps punching him in the face and takes the steady stream of pure electricity coursing through his veins until Electro tires

Deadpool keeps going, he's fully prepared to break the 'no killing' rule he has when he's with Spider-Man because Spider-Man is dead so why does it matter

He might be screaming or crying or stoic silent in his attack, he doesn't notice. He focuses on the gross squelch of skin being hit by his bloodied, gloved fists over and over and over again

Spider-Man stirs on the floor behind him and Deadpool doesn't notice. He pushes himself up and sees Deadpool punching Electro into the wall silently, and tries to call out to get Deadpool to stop, but his voice doesn't work right and it comes out as a croak. Deadpool doesn't notice

Spider-Man gets up and fixes his mask, then calls out again and his voice works but Deadpool either doesn't notice or doesn't care

Spidey is concerned now, for both Deadpool and Electro, and he rushes up and pulls Deadpool away

Deadpool looks like he's been snapped out of a trance and stares at Spider-Man like he's just come back from the dead

Electro crumples to the ground

They're both confused and neither paying attention to Electro now

Deadpool can't believe what he's seeing. He's sure its some hallucination but it felt so real. No Hallucination has been able to touch him before. He takes a tentative step forward and reaches out to touch him, just to make sure he's real, and sees the bloodied glove

He doesn't want to get that on friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man's suit so takes it off and holds it. Spidey doesn't even bat an eye at the scarred skin underneath

Deadpool reaches out and pokes Spider-Man in the arm

He's real

"What?"

"I thought- didn't you just die?"

"No..."

"But- wait, what? How the hell did you survive that, you burned up and collapsed and looked very, very dead"

"Deadpool... I heal. Did you not know?"

"NO? HOW WAS I MEAN TO KNOW THAT!"

"I don't know?? I thought you just did? Why else would I throw myself into all these fights?"

"I thought you were an adrenaline junkie or something like that"

"No, I fight because I can, others will get hurt, I wont"

"I've been jumping into bullets for you and you're saying that you would have been fine???"

"Mostly, yeah"

"Don't die again, then, it does horrible things for my anxiety"

"I'll try my best"

"Yeah you better"

Spider-Man calls an ambulance for Electro and neither of them talk about why Deadpool went slightly crazy at the thought of Spider-Man dead on the floor

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Deadpool can't stay mad for longer than five minutes, he's too glad that Spider-Man is no longer dead

And if Deadpool still takes bullets and jumps in front if hits meant for Spidey then he doesn't acknowledge it

[hauntingblue]

Rewatching act 2.... yeah ISHA WATCH OUT FOR THE CYCLE ISHA!!!!! NOOOOO

[braemjeorn]

overthinking lucy's role in herzog's nosferatu and finding that it's only appropriate to quote dr sattler's, "women inherits the earth."

[purple-st4rz-556]

I keep forgetting to be active here whoops....anyways it's Gorillaz Phase 1 OMG!!!!

OMFG I JSUT RELIZED THAT I DREW THE THUMB FACIND THE WROGN DIRECTION 💀💀💀