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duchessonfire · 2 years ago
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New Hands on Deck - Stucky, Explicit, AU: restaurant, Chef Steve, Waiter Bucky
Some people might call Bucky a shameless flirt.
They would say that just because Bucky knows Chef Steve is attracted to him doesn’t mean he should lap it up and squeeze it for everything he’s got.
And maybe they would be right. Maybe spending two hours at the gym and running late for work every day just so that his uniform will hug every single one of his muscles is in bad taste. Maybe preening at the way Steve clearly favors him over everyone else in the restaurant is tacky.
Too bad Bucky doesn’t give a shit.
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Veteran Bucky Barnes slowly adapts to his new life as a civilian in NYC when he gets a job working at one of the finest luxury dining establishment in Brooklyn. The restaurant staff quickly becomes an extended family to him, but his relationship with the handsome and heavily-tattooed Head Chef Steve Rogers is more complicated...
For the @allcapsbingo March adoptable: AU - Chefs
A huge thank you to @sparkagrace for betareading and helping me brainstorm this story :)
Read chapter 1/7 on AO3:
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notherpuppet · 5 months ago
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Morning After
Part 1/4
Part 2
Previous Chapter: “Let’s Dance”
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demaparbat-hp · 12 days ago
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He truly did.
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chinchilla-clown · 7 months ago
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When you think Sun is winking at you but no his eye is just busted :-(
(I was thinking "huh i copy paste the dca's face a lot :-/" so WHY NOT incorporate that in universe with a comic!! The facial changes are subtle but it makes sense this way idk. I'll be drawing them a bunch anyway and I'm a sucker for asymmetry. Next one will be Moon talking abt their eyes too)
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Biblically accurate DCA enjoyers rise up <3
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darkmuffinstudios · 3 months ago
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I love hole dwelling a normal amount
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f14fun · 4 months ago
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my own pastry (!baker x op81)
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synopsis: in which case y/n meets the infamous racecar driver oscar piastri as she works in her family-owned pastry shop, and she pretends not to know him. little does he know, she's idolized him for the longest time.
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yourusername: the feminine urge to own a bakery
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yourbff1: alright no need to brag, you were blessed with an amazing family business and i'm here stuck with a desk job
yourusername: you laugh at me everytime i come home with flour stuck on my face.
yourbff1: well...😁😁
user1: wait this is so aesthetic
user2: drop the location of the bakery now! i wanna visit 🫶🏽
yourusername: 5512 streetname, monte carlo monaco!
user2: thx babes you will be seeing me in the next week
yourbff2: so we are not going to talk about the mystery guest that showed up at the bakery today...
yourusername: HE COULD BE LURKING. STAY ALERT. DO NOT MENTION HIM.
yourbff1: you mean osc*r p**str*?? 😝😝🥳
yourusername: ASKJAKJEJAE HE'S GOING TO FIND ME NOOO
yourusername: pls delete your comment i BEG.
yourbff2: @/oscarpiastri @/oscarpiastri @/oscarpiastri
yourbff1: @/oscarpiastri @/oscarpiastri @/oscarpiastri
user3: oh my, bless her poor soul 😭
yourusername: DELETE YOURSELF OH GOD
yourusername: I FEEL A SINISTER PRESENCE COMING
oscarpiastri: my presence was called upon?
yourbff1: LMFAO POINT AND LAUGH 🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻
yourusername: hey-y-y oscar... 🥹
oscarpiastri: did you just stutter over a comment 💀
yourusername: i can explain!! 😁
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To be frank, it's honestly quite difficult to explain the series of events that happened about twelve hours earlier.
6:58 AM ~ l'orchidée bakery shop
It was right before opening. Maman had entrusted me with opening shop and making sure it was running smoothly, and knowing that the fate of our family bakery was in my hands today was especially important to me.
It was 6:58 AM, and since business was typically slow in the first half hour of shop opening, employees showed up half an hour after opening. So there it was me all by myself, until 7:30 AM.
I showed up at the bakery much earlier than normal, at around 3 AM, prepping for the day. The first task was to turn on the ovens, letting them reach the perfect baking temperature.
While the ovens heated up, I took out the baguette and croissant doughs that had been proofing overnight. The doughs were soft and slightly cool to the touch, with a subtle yeasty aroma that promised delicious results. I placed the doughs on the floured countertop, feeling their smooth texture as I gave them one last gentle knead, coaxing out any remaining air bubbles.
Shaping the doughs into their final forms was almost meditative. The baguette dough stretched and folded under my hands, forming into long, slender loaves with tapered ends. The croissant dough was rolled and folded into layers, ready to be cut and shaped into crescents. With each turn and fold, I could feel the anticipation of the final baked product growing.
Next, I mixed batters for cakes, muffins, and other pastries, carefully measuring each ingredient to ensure consistency and quality. The rhythmic motions of stirring and mixing were comforting, grounding me in the early morning quiet of the bakery.
With the ovens now hot, I slid in the first trays of bread and pastries. The smell of baking bread began to fill the bakery, a comforting scent that promised a successful day.
On and on I went prepping, while simultaneously listening to music. One thing about L'Orchidée Bakery, is that our surround sound system that covers every square foot of the little coffee shop, works its magic everyday. It is very difficult to hear many outside noises at that.
So imagine my suprise when I'm singing "Slut!" by Taylor Swift on full volume and I turn around, to only find myself face to face (well, behind a sheet of glass) with none other than Oscar Piastri.
"But if I'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us, and if they call me a SLU AHH!-"
I screamed slut, as I spun around and ended up making obnoxiously close eye contact with a boy in a black hoodie and unruly brown hair.
The broom in my hand that I was using to sweep the floor crashed to the floor, a one, big, sweeping motion. Scaring myself, and the boy, we both aggressively lurched back.
This is when I got to take a closer look, and I had just realized that Oscar Piastri had just scared the shit out of both of us.
And I was even more embarrassed to see that poor little Oscar was just trying to look at the bakery's menu, only to get a terrible birds eye view of my horrid singing and dancing.
He started to chuckle, his hand brushing against the faint stubble of hair that was growing across his chin. Sheepishly knocking on one side of the glass that separated us, I gestured for him to come in.
A customer is a customer! (even if he does happen to be the Formula 1 driver I absolutely idolize, and on any given normal day, I would be too shy to even make eye contact with him)
Running to the front entrance of the shop, I reach in my pocket to pull out the plethora of keys that dangle from my measly keychain. Fumbling with a golden key with the letters LB engraved on the key's front, I unlock the door.
"Hi, hello! Welcome to L'orchidée Bakery, so sorry for the little jumpscare you got there," I timidly trailed off.
"You mean the singing, dancing, or both," he joked back. Immediately, my discomfort shifted, as the environment had turned playful. Smiling, I responded.
"Hahaha, you think your funny," I rolled my eyes, as we made our way to the register.
"What can I say, I might just be a stand-up-comedian in disguise," he joked, arms crossed, and his eyes crinkled into a vibrant eye smile.
"Well, are you?" I asked, pretending to genuinely not know his occupation.
"Are what?" He nervously chuckled.
"Are you actually a stand-up-comedian?" I asked.
"Wait, are you serious?" His eyes bulged out, not able to hide his surprise, he fumbled with his phone.
"A hundred percent," I replied, playing the game. Trying to make it believable, I put up a mask of utter confusion. "What's your job?"
"Oh, um, I drive?" He lowly said, he voice trailing off, confused.
"You think you drive of you know you drive?" I barked out a laugh, finding it funny that he ended the sentence in a questioning tone.
"Oh yes, I definitely drive," He nodded his head vigorously.
"So like, Uber, Lift, valet services?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, something like that, yup," Oscar replied. It took everything in me to not burst out laughing from his god-awful acting. This boy couldn't lie for shit, his eyebrows and eyes immediately betrayed him.
Pretending to believe him, I continued our conversation.
"So...do you liked driving around everywhere?" I asked. If this boy kept on lying, I just knew the conversation would get so funny.
"Yeah, it's pretty fun, you know? Getting to meet different people, seeing new places," he said, trying to keep up the charade.
"Interesting! Must be quite an adventure. Any memorable rides?" I prodded, enjoying the playful banter.
"Oh, definitely. Had a guy once who insisted on singing Taylor Swift songs at the top of his lungs," he quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Holding a laugh in, I'm not sure whether he was referring to me, Lando, or Daniel.
"Really? What a coincidence," I said, smirking. "Sounds like my kind of passenger."
We both laughed, the initial awkwardness completely dissolved. It was surreal, chatting casually with Oscar Piastri, as if he were just another customer and not the famous Formula 1 driver I admired.
"So, what can I get for you today?" I asked, ready to actually do my job.
"Surprise me," he said, leaning on the counter. "I'm in the mood for something new."
"Coming right up," I said, turning to grab a fresh-baked strawberry-chocolate croissant and a steaming cup of coffee. As I handed it to him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. Today was already shaping up to be unforgettable.
Looking around, there didn't seem to be anyone approaching the bakery, so as he sat down at the breakfast bar and asked whether I wanted to sit next to him, I immediately took his offer. (I mean seriously, who would not take the offer?)
"So, what brings you to this little bakery?" I asked, curious.
"Well, I heard a lot of good things about this place. Plus, I'm always on the lookout for a good pastry," he replied. "Figured I'd check it out myself."
"Glad you did," I said warmly. "We do our best to keep the reputation up. And hey, if you ever need more Taylor Swift serenades, you know where to find me."
"Good to know," he said with a laugh. "I'll definitely keep that in mind."
The playful banter made me forget, if only for a moment, that I was talking to a celebrity. It was just a normal conversation, easy and light-hearted.
"So, where do you usually drive?" I asked, pretending to be completely unaware of his true profession.
"Oh, you know, here and there," he said, trying to be vague. "Mostly around the city, sometimes longer trips."
"Must be fun, getting to see different places and meet different people," I said, keeping up the act.
"Yeah, it's interesting for sure," he agreed. "And sometimes you get to witness some pretty crazy stuff."
"I bet," I replied. "Like what?"
"Well, there was this one time I drove a bunch of guys to a music festival. They were already half-drunk and started a karaoke session in the backseat. It was wild," he said with a laugh.
"Sounds like a blast," I said, laughing along. This definitely felt like a recounting of a true story, probably along the lines of something that Yuki or Lando would do.
We continued the conversation, laughing and chatting, flirting here and there for the next half hour until my coworkers arrived. When they did, it gave Oscar and I quite a fright, as we both were mid-conversation when the front door swung open.
My coworker gave us morning blessings, and a blush blossomed across Oscar's cheeks, shy, that he got caught. Crumbling up his paper cup and paper wrap that held what used-to-be a croissant, we both knew it was time for him to leave.
"Wait," I said laughing, "We just had a whole conversation and I still don't know your name," I said, still playing into the role.
"Oscar," he said, genuine, and for a second I felt bad for lying to him. But then again, not really, he played into the banter as well.
"Will I see you here again, Oscar?" I asked.
"You might just have to wait and see," he winked. As I held the door open for him as he left, his hand brushed against mine, and goosebumps rippled across my arm. I felt a swirl of butterflies in my stomach when he smiled and wished me a heartfelt goodbye. Oh, brother.
This is not going to end well.
Snapping me awake from my daydream, my coworker whisper shouted. "You do know that was just Formula One driver Oscar Piastri, right girl? You definitely know who he is."
"Oh of course," I laughed, speaking at a normal volume. "But he doesn't know that I know that," I replied.
"Oh good God, this might end horribly, or become an extremely funny story that one tells at family dinner," my coworker said.
"Do you think the next time he comes he will sign my Oscar Piastri poster hanging in the janitorial closet?" I jokingly asked.
"Y/N!!!" my coworker scolded.
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oscarpiastri: special treat, special day
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user1: i hate this cryptic ass caption-
user1: OSCAR WHAT DOES IT MEAN
user2: alright we get it oscar, you had some good food and your big backedness made you have a good day
user3: wait... this pastry shop looks so good i might check it out
user4: oscar giving a bakery a free shoutout, absolutely unheard of
user5: the bakery is called L'Orchidée Bakery, and they are based in monaco! hope this helps 🧁💗
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user6: wait imagine if oscar's sneaky link worked there, that would be hella funny
user7: ainnoway that man pulls 🧍🏻
user8: honestly, you never know 😭
landonorris: we get it, you would not stop yapping about your amazing strawberry chocolate croissant this morning
landonorris: and how amazing, stunning, and beautiful that one girl was-
logansargeant: you forgot to mention that he was practically drooling everytime he spoke of her
landonorris: and he didn't even get her name 😝🫵🏻
logansargeant: what an absolute LOSER 💀
oscarpiastri: DELETE THIS.
oscarpiastri: DELETE THIS NOW.
oscarpiastri: i am not a loser. i very much win in life.
oscarpiastri: PLEASE DELETE THIS.
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user9: SKSKKSKSREJAJA did you guys see the deleted comment thread omg
user10: that is not real omg, oscar rizzing finally??!
user7: @/user6 i'm so sorry you were so right 😭😭
user6: i just know he pulls hella bitches
user6: you guys are just unfamiliar with his game (awkward white boy rizz)
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yourusername: la dolce vita (he bought me books and flowers, and baked for me)
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yourbff1: yada yada yada, no need to rub it in you bagged your longtime bae
user1: WAIT THATS HER NEW BOYFIE??
yourbff2: what in the soft launch, CALL ME NOW-
yourbff2: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE
oscarpiastri: no can do cuz 🥳😝📢
oscarpiastri: i fear she's cuddling with her man right now
yourbff2: YOU STOLE MY GIRL, you GIRL STEALER 🫵🏿
yourbff1: out of context that sounds so, so wrong 💀
user2: babe, your new boyfie is oscar mf piastri. 🧍🏻‍♀️
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oscarpiastri: so sad that you lied to me when we first met
oscarpiastri: heart❤️ been broke💔🤕 so many times⏰ i don’t know❌🤷‍♀️ what to believe 🍃🙏 yeah👍 mama🤰say it’s my👧😣fault🥺😢 my fault😭😞 i wear my heart💝 on my sleeve👕
yourusername: SO SO SO SORRY BABE XX
user3: she's just a girl, oscar 🙄
oscarpiastri: i hope the date was amazing, you cutie patootie
yourusername: of course it was, my hubby bubby
oscarpiastri: ugh, my teddy bear honey bee is so cute in this
yourusername: you're definitely cuter sugar plum baby bear
yourbff1: YOU DIGUST ME
yourbff1: GET TS OUT OF THE COMMENT SECTION
user4: ^^ and INTO the bedroom
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yourbff2: @/user4 @/oscarpiastri aw HELL NO ❌❌👈🏿
yourbff2: she is my ROOMATE and the walls are THIN 🧍🏿‍♀️
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oscarpiastri: i just got wined and dined
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user1: two posts of the same bakery in a row?! yeah, somethings up
user2: the jig is up oscar! reveal your girlfriend
landonorris: ohhh, so that's why you were gone for dinner
logansargaent: L to you, because i knew where he was the whole time
landonorris: not fair @/oscarpiastri, not fair 📢📢
charles_leclerc: who is this lovely woman oscar?
charles_leclerc: hello?? do not ignore me
user3: LMFAO oscar ANSWER UR FATHER
charles_leclerc: it says that you are active on instagram, i see you
charles_leclerc: i just want to know who my son's girlfriend is
user4: girlfriend?!?!? what have i missed omg, i just left insta for a week
user5: oscar's soft launch era 💀 LMAO, we think he's dating a girl who works at a bakery
user5: he thinks he is being sneaky and subtle but he's really NOT.
user6: wait guys i think i found her @, its yourusername i think
user7: wait it totally is, in one of her posts, she's wearing that exact same white shirt
user8: and the bakery looks EXACTLY the same in both of their posts
user9: SKMSJEOAMSKK SHE'S IN THE LIKES YOU GUYS YOURUSERNAME IS IN THE LIKES
user10: @/yourusername girl stop lurking in the comments i know your reading them 🧐🤨
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user10: SJEHLSHEILA SEE I TOLD YOU SO
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yourusername: dinner with a side of formula one pic creds: my boyfie ofc 💗
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yourusername: chat, i blew up so much omg
yourusername: in my famous era i guess
user1: you mean your WAG era ofc...
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yourbff1: i'm single, and my fist is ready to mingle in your face
landonorris: so this is the girl, huh, she's pretty
oscarpiastri: HOWDIDYOUFINDHER
oscarpiastri: she's MINE to call pretty btw. 🤬😡💢
landonorris: stole ur phone hehe
yourbff2: rip my ass for having to take all these lovey dovey disgusting pics of them.
yourbff2: DO NOT BREAK HER HEART OSCAH 🍴🍴🍴
yourusername: DO NOT THREATEN HIM PLEASE 😭 (ty for taking these pics omg tysm)
oscarpiastri: I PROMISE I PROMISE TO LOVE MY SUGAR PLUM FAIRY SO VERY MUCH
yourusername: awww, i love you too my honey bear bee
yourbff1: and they're back.
charles_leclerc: omg guys i found her instagram @/logansargeant @/georgerussel63 @/lewishamilton
oscarpiastri: PLEAASEEE NOOOOO
yourusername: what, afraid to show your girlfriend off 🤨🫵🏽
oscarpiastri: whatttt, nooo
georgerussel63: i like you @/yourusername, you make oscar scared
yourusername: awww, thx george <33
oscarpiastri: not funny george
oscarpiastri: are we still ignoring the fact that you lied to me when we first met 🤬🧐
yourusername: are we still ignoring that you ALSO lied to me?!
charles_leclerc: kids, kids, get along please!
oscarpiastri: yes, father
yourusername: yes, father-in-law
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yourusername and oscarpiastri: hard launches, only.
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author's note: ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾
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momotonescreaming · 11 months ago
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Cooking Youtuber Steve; who has series where he makes good family friendly meals, dishes for picky eaters, tips for everyday cooking. As well as series where he tries to make historical dishes, food and drinks from games and TV.
DnD Youtuber Eddie; who has a long actual play series, videos about his characters and the world he's built. Videos about tips for your role-playing, getting immersed. A series where he tries other TTRPG's and board games.
Dustin persuades Steve to make videos about medieval inspired, DnD friendly meals. And because it does actually seem like a fun challenge, he does it. Dustin looks horrifically smug about it when the videos are a hit, the bastard. (Steve will make him eat something gross as payback. Its fine. Gotta keep him humble.)
And because obviously, Eddie sees the videos. He's always on the search for good DnD shit. But the guy is so fucking hot Eddie doesn't quite know what to do with himself. Except daydream about those eyes, and that hair, and those hands.
So Eddie records himself trying (and only sort of failing) to recreate the food. It comes out sort of ugly but actually nice tasting, so Eddie calls it a win. References the Hot Chef Steve in his video, adds a link to his channel, and tries not to feel his heart beating out of his chest when he sends @'s him with a link to the video. His channel is way bigger than Eddie's, he probably won't see it, Eddie's fine.
Except the Hot Chef does see it, and Eddie sort of loses his mind when he gets a comment or a message from him, thanking Eddie for giving his recipe a go, and giving him credit for the recipe. Eddie's not fine at all, this guy is way out of his league, and Eddie can feel the crush bubbling up under his ribcage, and Oh Fuck he's messaging Eddie.
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lostuzumaki · 2 months ago
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Luffy reincarnated to past AU
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ellecdc · 4 months ago
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'Doctor' Sirius?
chef!Sirius Black x mixologist!reader who injures herself at work
CW: fem!reader, description of injury (slice to hand) that needs stitches, blood, hospital, A&E, Jeffrey, bullying Jeffrey part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7
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The familiar ache in the middle of Sirius’ shoulder blades alerted him to the fact that he was officially half way through his shift.
He took a moment to straighten up, letting his arms fall lax beside his body as he pointed his face to the ceiling. 
He could already hear Regulus berating him for his abysmal posture and Lily lecturing him about how he clearly hasn’t been doing the yoga routine that she sent him whilst James and Remus snickered at his expense.
He hated (loved) them all.
Almost as much as he hated how Jeffery kept showing up in his sodding kitchen. 
“If you’re coming to try to pilfer one of my staff, you’re barking mad.” He spat angrily as he carried on in his sautéing.
“Uhm, I’m sorry chef, but I really need to borrow Caleb.” Sirius heard you reply as his cheeks immediately heated up in embarrassment.
“Dammit; sorry Y/N.” He apologized quickly, lowering the heat on his burner and turning to give you what he hoped was his most sincere (yet dashing) apologetic smirk.
The salacious comment he had prepared died on his lips when he noticed you looking a tad alarmed as you instructed Caleb to take over the bar for you.
“What’s wrong?” Sirius asked quickly, barely remembering to turn the burner off completely before he was making for you.
“I’m okay...” You offered, not sounding like you completely believed yourself.
“That’s not what I asked.” Sirius grumbled as he took in your form, noticing you holding a black bar towel in your fist; knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding it.
The black of the fabric may have hidden evidence of what had taken place prior to you entering his kitchen, but he could make a deduction from the blood collecting between your fingers as it began to drip down your knuckles.
“You’re hurt.” He surmised, pulling your hand toward him.
“I’m okay.” You offered again, this time in a whisper. 
“Let me see it.” He instructed just as softly, encouraging the towel from your hands to expose a deep slice across the palm of your hand. 
Sirius made an embarrassingly sympathetic cooing sound as he replaced the towel on your hand and applied pressure to the wound. “What happened?”
“Was slicing lemons.” You offered quietly, refusing to look at Sirius as you kept your gaze down towards where your hand was sitting in his. 
Sirius tsked as he pulled your hand further into his chest as if proximity alone could heal it. “You have a kitchen full of well-trained staff and you thought to slice lemons on your own?”
You chuckled self-deprecatingly at that, but Sirius could tell your usual enthusiasm was dimmed. “I didn’t want to bother you.”
“If anyone in my kitchen ever accuses you of being a bother, you tell me; got it?”
“Yes chef.” You answered quickly, and though you still wouldn’t look at Sirius, he could see a small smile grace the corner of your lips. 
He would take it. 
He realized then that his kitchen was far too quiet and looked up to notice that everyone’s attention was directed at the two of you. 
“You lot can stare at people in your own time; get back to work.” He barked, causing everyone to quickly avert their gazes and carry on in their tasks. 
“Bunch of sods.” Sirius mumbled as he turned back to you, fighting the urge to push some of your hair that had fallen from its elastic behind your ear.
“Come, we’ll get you fixed up.” He said quietly instead, ushering you out of his kitchen towards the office and – more importantly – the first aid kit. 
Sirius shoved everything that looked like it might be of some importance to Jeffrey to the far edge of the desk and directed you to sit; fighting the urge to smile when he heard a few of Jeffrey’s things go tumbling to the floor. 
“I’m rather miffed with you, you know?” Sirius murmured as he stood between your legs and began to unwrap the towel-turned-tourniquet from your arm.
“With me?” You asked with a chuckle, though it was perhaps more strained than usual. 
“I have made quite the name for myself thanks to my fine slicing and chopping skills, and not only do you not give me the honour of showing those off to you, but you also go and hurt yourself whilst you’re at it.” He continued in his scolding as he poured some surgical spirit onto a square of gauze. 
“S’gonna sting, doll.” He murmured quietly, waiting for your nod of approval before wiping at the wound.
Sirius could feel every muscle in your body tense as you let out a pained breath, and Sirius doesn’t think he can be held responsible for the sympathetic whispers and apologies that fell out of his mouth as he finished up when he had you – his formidable mixologist – sat so vulnerable and injured below him.
“I know, I’m sorry; you’re all done.” He assured you as he binned the now bloody gauze and moved to grab the antiseptic cream.
“So? What’s the verdict doc?” You tried to joke. “Think I can go back to serving drinks?”
Sirius furrowed his brow as he delicately placed a new square of gauze onto the palm of your hand that was quickly saturated with red-tinged ointment. “You are absolutely not cleared for work.”
You chuckled self-deprecatingly as your shoulders slumped. “Keep it elevated and rest, then?” 
Sirius hummed noncommittally. “We’ll have to see what an actual doctor thinks.”
You whimpered at that, and Sirius paused in his wrapping of your hand to consider you.
Your brows were furrowed as you chewed aggressively on your lower lip and stared at Sirius’ work, mind seemingly miles away. 
“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked as he taped off the gauze, though he never relinquished his hold of your hand. 
“I think you did a good enough job, yeah? If I leave it be, it’ll be better in no time?” You asked him.
Sirius could tell that his responding grimace was answer enough to your question when your eyes quickly filled with tears. “Fuck.” You whispered as you hastily used your good hand to wipe at your eyes. 
“I’m sorry doll.” Sirius murmured as he considered momentarily rushing to medical school so that he could fix this for you.
He wanted to fix this for you.
Alas, he was but a chef. 
And soon, he was going to be a convicted felon charged with aggravated assault.
“Sirius, why is Caleb– what happened to my stuff?” Jeffery sputtered as he nearly hit Sirius in the back with the door. 
“There’s been an incident, Jeffrey, your stuff is a little inconsequential at the moment.” Sirius sneered.
Jeffrey pursed his lips as he considered Sirius before his eyes moved to you. “What happened?”
“Cut myself whilst slicing lemons.”
“Have you filled out an incident report?” Jeffrey asked then.
“Christ, Jeffrey; the woman’s hand is still bleeding. Unless the form requires her signature in blood, maybe you can relax about your paperwork for a minute?”
“Are you going to need to leave?” Jeffrey asked you as he pretended Sirius wasn’t even there.
“I-”
“She needs stitches.” Sirius interjected plainly.
“Fuck.” Jeffrey muttered as he ran a hand through his hair. “So, Caleb’s going to need to man the bar for the rest of the evening?” 
“Yes, and Charlie will have to man the kitchen.” Sirius responded as he all but shouldered past Jeffrey in order to grab his jacket. 
“What?” You and Jeffrey chorused; Jeffrey in panic and you in bemusement. 
“Charlie...” Sirius drawled slowly as he stared down Jeffrey and offering you his arm as he encouraged you from the edge of the desk. “You know? Weasley? Ginger hair? Has been working for me since he left school?”
“I know who Charlie is, Sirius.” Jeffrey spat.
“Oh, good. I was getting worried about you, mate.” Sirius said as he pat Jeffrey aggressively on the shoulder. 
“Where are you going?” Jeffrey continued as he followed the two of you out of the office; Sirius’ hand at the small of your back as he ushered you through the halls. 
“Taking her to the hospital.”
“Sirius, the-”
“Chef.” Sirius corrected harshly from the doorway of the kitchen; the room falling quiet as everyone turned to watch Sirius and Jeffrey stare each other down.
“Chef,” Jeffrey corrected, “the kitchen needs you here.”
“My kitchen and its staff are more than capable of surviving without me for a few hours. I have highly skilled and well-trained individuals here, do not insult them by insinuating they ought to be babysat.” 
One could have heard a pin drop in the kitchen at the end of Sirius’ sentence.
When it became clear Jeffrey had no response, Sirius turned to the kitchen staff.
“Weasley.”
“Yes, chef?”
“Take over for me for the rest of the evening, yeah? Caleb will remain on bar so shuffle everyone around as you see fit; text me if you need anything. But don’t need anything.”
“Yes, chef.” Charlie answered quickly; a muted yet proud smile gracing his face as he nodded at his boss. 
“Have a goodnight, guys.”
“Night, chef!” The rest of the staff called as Sirius guided you towards the back door to the parking lot. 
The streetlights flickered as the two of you stepped out into the evening; Sirius relishing in the cool evening air against his kitchen-warmed skin. 
“You don’t have to come with me, you know?” You said quietly. 
Sirius turned to see you standing near the door of the restaurant; arms wrapped around yourself as you chewed your lip nervously. 
“Would you cut that out?” Sirius sniped at you with no heat. 
“What out?”
“Chewing on your lip; if you’re hungry I’ll make you food, if you want to bite lips, bite mine; but leave yours alone.” He scolded as he marched over and gently pried your lip from between your teeth. 
“Wha- your lips? Are you offering me your lips, chef?” You asked slowly; eyes flitting from between both his before travelling down to his lips and back up again.
“I hardly think that’s surprising; I’m a very selfless person.” Sirius explained, emboldened by your reciprocal flirting to leave his hand cradling your jaw. 
You hummed. “So that’s why you shoved all of Jeffrey’s stuff off the desk; you just didn’t want me bleeding all over it.”
“Quite right. God forbid we ruin Jeffrey’s things.”
You barked a surprised laugh at Sirius’ inability to utter Jeffrey’s name without sneering it like a curse word, causing him to laugh as well as he took a step backwards towards his car. 
“Sorry doll; I can’t fix this for you,” he said as he gestured towards your injury with one hand as he opened the passenger door with the other, “but I can find you someone who can.” 
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You pretended to be tetchy with Sirius the entire way to the hospital, but he could see your ill-hidden smile through the reflection of the passenger window at his quips and shameless begging for your forgiveness. 
You apparently had a thing about needles, and generally needing to be sewn up like some “moth eaten patchwork quilt”, which Sirius guessed wasn’t completely unreasonable. But by the third hour of waiting in uncomfortable plastic chairs in A&E, you were actually starting to get antsy.
“It’s like they don’t even want to use me as a pin cushion.” You muttered as you watched a coughing child get escorted down the hall.
“Do you think we ought to be worried?” Sirius murmured as he craned his neck to watch the child disappear down the corridor. “Not one person they brought back there has returned.”
You snorted rather inelegantly and sank further back into your chair. “I hope it’s nice, wherever they’re ending up...nicer than this.” You said as the light above you started to flicker ominously. “I bet they even have food.”
“Are you hungry?” Sirius asked quickly. 
“Sort of; figure they’ve got a canteen here?”
This time, it was Sirius who snorted inelegantly. “We are not eating canteen food.”
“Sirius, you should go.” You tried again, ignoring Sirius’ warning glare seeing as the two of you had discussed (read: argued about) this four times already since arriving. “You’ve been working all evening, and you’re probably starved too.”
“I am starved too, and that’s something I can fix.” 
“How exactly can you fix that if you’re not willing to order canteen food?” You deadpanned.
“Doll, we work at a restaurant.” Sirius explained earnestly. 
You rolled your eyes as you let your head fall back against the wall with a thud. “Jeffrey might actually have an aneurism if you call in an order right now.”
Sirius was quiet for a few moments, and by the time you peeled your eyes open, he was standing on the opposite side of the hall with his phone pressed against his ear.
“Sirius!”
“Shush, Y/N; we’re in a hospital.” He scolded. “Jeffrey! Hi! It’s Sirius! Can you put Weasley on the line. Good chap, thanks.”
You watched as Sirius began pacing, counting a tile between each step as Charlie picked up the phone. 
“Hey, I need you to make some food for pick-up; actually...make it delivery, please?” He corrected with a devilish smirk, watching as you brought your hand to your lips in a silent gasp. 
And though this isn’t exactly how Sirius saw his first real meal with you (save the hastily shared plates during shifts), he couldn’t deny that this potluck style picnic in A&E felt like the beginning of something really special.
And If Jeffrey’s blood pressure skyrocketed from having to cover the bar so that Caleb could deliver it for him, well, that was just a bonus. 
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yokohamama · 9 days ago
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This reminds me of Chef Crowley in @sunrisesinthesuburbs Beautiful Things
Artist: @fomedoodles
Edited to link the artist’s profile.
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endomentendo · 1 month ago
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Fudge and pepper (pt 1)
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biblically-accurate-dca · 6 months ago
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substitute
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little-flowers · 10 months ago
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Shuffle from @kitsuneisi ddvau, its so good go read
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demaparbat-hp · 14 days ago
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The Crew is boisterous and loud, full of traitors, inside jokes, and secrets. The scum of the Fire Nation. The forgotten tiles on the Empire's Pai Sho board. The ones who change the game.
But most importantly—they're a family. And no matter how much they complain about their boss (teenage menace that he is), they'll do anything for their Prince.
Anything.
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The Crew is the heart and soul of my fic For the Spirits. No one really knows just how important they will be to the story...how important they already are.
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crabsnpersimmons · 2 months ago
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thanks @random-tail and @enamoredfey for the questions! i'll let Sun himself answer:
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long-story short, Sun doesn’t believe he has emotions since he is a robot 😔
of course, he sees Moon and Eclipse emote all the time. he usually attributes it to Moon being a fool (believing he is something he's not) and Eclipse being manipulative (given that he was originally built for the theater)
but there is a part of him that wonders if he is missing something—he just doesn’t understand what that is
Note: i should also mention, his voice is almost completely monotone. the closet idea of a voice claim for this Sun is Greg Chun's voice for Lukas from Fire Emblem Echoes—fairly even in tone, somewhat soft
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rootsbe4branches-trolls · 6 months ago
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“I said Hey, girl with one eye”
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Part 4 is here!
Previous part.
Next part
I’ll go run and hide now, don’t kill me for this chapter please✨✨
If you though those two would go down without a fight you are wrong and if you thought that Viva was going to tell him about the googles I’m sorry but you were also wrong, even though Viva and Willow were super close, her and Branch are just brother ans sister in law they are not close enough and it’s not Viv’as place to tell him, at least not yet.
We are seeing a lot of Willow lately because the past flashbacks circle around Rowan so he’s going to have a lot of comics centered on him on the near future, the past timeline is the one that informs the most about the AU and the snackpack etc but it’s a really complicated and long one to tell so it’s going to take me sometime😅😅
I love that this comics started as the lamest jokes ever and now I have no way to explain what happened
Hope you liked it or maybe scream at me in the comments or something!
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