#the sincerity in their eyes. it was perfect. chef’s kiss

[ninacarstairss]

one thing i was definitely not ready for is kit’s delivery of that run on the street with no shoes or socks on. after the shoes in the sea thing this was his moment to really shine

[justlemmeadoreyou]

5. seasoned to perfection (restaurant owner!harry x chef!y/n)

(part 1 here) | (part 2 here) | (part 3 here) | (part 4 here)

Summary: Harry comes back, and the pent-up tensions and frustrations from the day you met are released, in the literal sense. he's vulnerable too, but it's for your eyes only..

Words: 6k+

Warnings: Fluff, Smut. P in v sex in the driver's seat 🤭, kissing, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

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Harry was back in Chicago two days later, just as he'd promised. A profound sense of relief washed over you the moment his broad-shouldered figure appeared striding through the airport terminal - he looked exhausted and careworn, but his stride was purposeful, that familiar spark of intensity simmering behind his hazel eyes.

Despite the lingering worry etched into the lines of his face, Harry flashed you a lopsided grin as he drew closer. "Well if it ain't my star pupil, coming to greet her mentor like the proper respectful protegee she is."

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, unable to suppress the matching grin that tugged at your own mouth. "Don't get too full of yourself there . I'm just here to collect on those celebratory drinks you promised."

"Is that so?" Harry's raspy chuckle sent a shiver down your spine as he closed the remaining distance between you. Up close, you could better make out the faint smudges of fatigue ringing his eyes, the weary set of his shoulders that hinted at the emotional toll this family crisis had already exacted. 

"I sure am lucky you pulled through like a total rockstar the other night, darlin'," he said, voice softening with sincerity. "Don't know what kind of state my head would be in right now if that whole gala affair had gone pear-shaped on top of everything else."

You felt your chest constrict with sympathy at the undercurrent of weariness bleeding into his gravelly timbre. For all his towering self-assurance, it was still far too easy to catch glimpses of the profoundly lonely man beneath.

"Hey," you said softly, emboldened enough to reach out and give his forearm a reassuring squeeze. "It's gonna be okay, you know? One way or another."

"Yeah, I know," he acknowledged after a beat, hazel eyes crinkling faintly at the corners as he regarded you. Impulsively, Harry reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face in an unexpectedly tender gesture. "Thanks for being here, pet. I could use a friendly face right about now."

You felt your breath catch at the gentle rasp of his rough fingertips grazing your cheek as they fell away. A look passed between you, heavy with unspoken undercurrents simmering just beneath the surface.

Harry seemed to catch himself after a pregnant pause, giving a slightly brusque clearing of his throat as he took a half-step back. "Anyway, I'm betting you're just aching to hear all the dirty details about how your old mentor totally knocked it out of the park running my crazy-ass centerpiece for the gala, am I right?"

The teasing rasp was back in full force, but you could have sworn you detected an undercurrent of...flirtation? Nerves fizzing in your veins, you forced an answering grin. "Well, I definitely wouldn't say no to getting an extremely thorough debrief on all the specifics."

"That's what I like to hear," Harry chuckled, reaching down to snag your bag before you could protest. "C'mon then, let's get out of this madhouse. I'll fill you in on every juicy detail over a proper meal - hell, I might even let you buy me a congratulatory drink for once."

You rolled your eyes at his cheek but didn't object as Harry slung your bag over his shoulder and began leading the way out of the crowded airport terminal, one calloused hand at the small of your back guiding you through the milling crowds. The innocent point of contact still managed to raise gooseflesh along your skin.

"I hope wherever we're going has a full bar," you quipped once you made it outside, drawing a rich chuckle from your mentor.

"Have I ever let you down before on the booze front, darlin'? Though I gotta warn you, I might have to start cutting you off early tonight if you get too sloppy with the drinking."

You snorted indelicately. "Please, like your liver could even hang with mine these days. I'll be the one cutting YOU off before the night is over, old man."

"Old man?!" Harry's brows shot upward in mock outrage. "Well aren't you a cheeky little thing. Maybe I oughta just turn this reunion car right back around, huh?"

You grinned unrepentantly. "And deprive yourself of soaking up my full admiration for how flawlessly I executed your crazy dish the other night? I don't think so, Chef. You're stuck with me now."

A look you didn't quite catch flickered over Harry's face before his expression softened into something tender and...admiring? "You got me there, pet. I really am damn lucky I've got someone as fiercely dedicated and hardworking as you lookin' out for me."

He gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze as the valet pulled up a sleek black car. "C'mon then, let's go get that drink and hear all about how you made your old mentor proud once again."

With that, Harry opened the passenger door in a surprisingly gentlemanly gesture, making a theatrical play act of ushering you inside before circling around to the driver's side. Despite the lingering exhaustion evident in his features, an unmistakable lightness and sense of humor had returned to Harry's manner now that he was back in your company. You found yourself charmed all over again by his trademark swagger and grit.

Once Harry had pulled out into Chicago's hectic downtown traffic, he gave a weary but contented exhale. "God, I really did miss the hell out of this place while I was gone. Nothing quite like the thrill of the culinary world, am I right?"

"I'll say," you agreed easily, draining the last of your bottled water. "That whole gala evening was an adrenaline rush like none other."  

"So go on then, darlin' - give me all the dirty deets from the frontlines." Hazel eyes glittered with renewed energy as Harry flashed you a wolfish grin. "Did Thomason end up being a totally insufferable hard-ass running the kitchen in my absence, or what?"

Unable to resist indulging him a bit, you launched into a play-by-play recap of how the evening had kicked off. "Well, I'll say this - your boy definitely mastered the art of brusque delegating from the moment I stepped through those doors."

"That definitely tracks," Harry chuckled in amusement.

You held up your hands in a placating gesture. "But honestly, he managed to not be a total nightmare for once. Sure, there were still barked insults and slews of obscenities flying around...but Thomason weirdly seemed more patient with me than usual."

"My best guess is that the hardass saw how much weight I was putting on your shoulders to make sure the night went smoothly," Harry supplied. "He knows damn well not to get in my way when I've got a white whale in my sights."

You felt an undeniable swell of pride at his matter-of-fact confidence in your abilities. "Well, whatever the reason, I can't deny Thomason at least made sure I got briefed on every single responsibility under my purview upfront. Nothing left out or unclear."

"Good, that's what I want to hear," Harry nodded in approval. "You damn well better have been prepped to the gills on every last particular after all the hours we spent running scenarios during practice."

"Oh he made sure of it, believe me," you assured him wryly. "I don't think my head stopped spinning from all the prep tasks and oversight duties he laid on me until we were halfway into evening service."

"That's my girl, always rising to the occasion no matter what fresh hell gets thrown your way," Harry said with unmistakable pride. His gaze flicked over to you with open fondness. "So go on then, I'm dying' to hear about the actual execution part. Did the crew and I at least have you guys trained up good to handle the intricate stuff?"

As if on cue, your mouth curved into a smug grin. "Does a flawless plating of your avant-garde centrepiece dish answer your question? Because let me tell you, Chef, those practice runs may have been hellish - but they paid off in spades. We didn't miss a single beat from start to finish on that thing."

Pride resonated in Harry's rumbling laugh. "Ha! That's what I like to hear. I knew I could count on you to hold down the fort and keep those yutz line cooks from falling apart under the pressure."

"Wow, you really are impressed, huh?" You couldn't resist teasing him a bit. "I didn't think I'd ever see the day where Harry  dolled out such lavish praise."

Harry shot you a wry look, but his eyes were twinkling with amusement. "What can I say, you bring out the sappy side in me sometimes, darlin'. Must be all those gooey mentor-mentee feelings."

You laughed, giving him a playful shove. "Sure, keep telling yourself that's what it is. I think we both know the real reason you're so proud of me right now."

"Oh yeah?" Harry's voice dropped an octave, taking on that low, rumbly timbre that never failed to send a shiver down your spine. "And what's that, sweetheart?"

You felt your cheeks warm at the heated undertone in his words, suddenly very aware of the charged tension crackling between you in the confines of the car. Clearing your throat, you opted for a subject change. "So, uh, I have to ask - how are things with your mom? Any updates there?"

Harry's expression sobered instantly, some of the lightness dimming from his eyes as he readjusted his grip on the steering wheel. "It's...been a rough couple of days, that's for sure. But the doctors seem cautiously optimistic after running all their tests and whatnot."

He exhaled a ragged sigh, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the road ahead. "They were able to get her stabilized, at least. Still lots of treatment and recovery ahead, but...the prognosis isn't quite as dire as we initially feared."

"Harry." You reached over to cover his hand with yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "That's such a relief to hear. I'm so glad she's going to be okay."

He glanced over at the contact, eyes flickering with some indecipherable emotion before he slowly turned his palm to lace his fingers through yours. The simple gesture felt impossibly intimate in the dim confines of the car.

"Yeah, me too, pet," Harry said gruffly. He fell silent for a long moment, seeming to struggle against the swell of emotion welling up behind his gruff exterior. When he finally continued, his voice had gone low and husky.

"I gotta admit, having to leave everything and fly out there on such short notice...well, it really puts a lotta stuff in perspective for me, you know? Reminds me that there's more to life than just the goddamn kitchen for once."

You felt your breath catch at the sudden vulnerability in his tone, the rawness shining through those rough-hewn features. This was such an unprecedented side of Harry - one you'd never seen him display so openly before. He wasn't the type to indulge in sappy feelings or put his heart on display.

And yet here he was, opening up to you in a way that felt profoundly intimate. Impulsively, you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, silently urging him to continue.

Harry's gaze was soft when he finally looked over at you again. "I've been so focused for so damn long on my career, on chasing that elusive Michelin star...putting in more hours at the restaurant than I do actually sleeping most weeks. It's been all-consuming, you know? To the point where I've let other important stuff get shoved to the back burner for way too long."

There was a weighty pause before he added in a quieter tone, "Stuff like...well, like relationships. Connections with people outside of the kitchen brat pack. Hell, even making time for my own family before it's too late."

His calloused thumb brushed over your knuckles, sending sparks skittering across your skin. "Being out there this week, it made me realize how much I've let slide while chasing my big culinary dreams. How many people and opportunities I've missed out on by being so goddamn single-minded about the hustle."

You felt your heart give a hard thud in your chest at his words, an undercurrent of meaning thrumming through every syllable Harry uttered. Was he actually...was this leading where you desperately hoped it was leading?

"I don't know, Y/N," he continued, voice going soft and rumbly in a way you'd never heard it before. "Maybe it's time I start setting aside room for more than just food in my life again, you know? Making space for the other shit that actually matters in the end."

Without warning, the car slowed before pulling over to the side of the road. You looked around in surprise, momentarily disoriented - only to suck in a sharp breath when you felt the warm press of Harry's palm cradling your jaw, gently but insistently turning your face towards his own.

His hazel eyes were turbulent but gleaming with unmistakable intent as they roamed over your features, seeming to drink in every last freckle and curve. "Like people," Harry murmured, deep voice gone even more rough and gravelly. "Important people who've been right there in front of me this whole damn time, just waiting for me to get my head out of my ass."

Your mouth went dry as his thumb brushed over the swell of your lower lip in a devastatingly tender caress. "You've been so goddamn strong for me lately, darlin'," he rasped. "Taking charge and killing it even when I had to bail on you guys. Honestly, I've never seen someone rise to an occasion like you did with that whole centerpiece service."

A surge of molten heat flared in his gaze as Harry slowly, incrementally leaned closer with every gravelly word. "Which just makes me wonder...what if I told you how crazy you've been driving me lately with that fierce, take-no-shit attitude and work ethic? How distractingly sexy it's been watching you come into your own in the kitchen?"

Coherent thoughts fled in the wake of his scorching words. All you could process was the heated intent burning from every line of his expression, the delicious timbre of his voice as one calloused palm slid around to cradle the nape of your neck.

Any remaining space between you evaporated as Harry drew inexorably nearer, heated breaths fanning over your parted lips. "Maybe it's time we both stopped ignoring this crazy tension that's been building between us, eh?" His words were nearly a growl, sending liquid fire pooling low in your belly.

"Tell me you want this as badly as I do, darlin'," Harry rasped, nose brushing against yours. "Tell me, and I swear to god I'll - "

Whatever devastatingly filthy promise he'd been about to make was suddenly cut off as you surged upwards to crash your lips against his in a heated clash of hunger and need. Harry made a noise of surprise that quickly morphed into a guttural groan as his big hands pulled you flush against his powerful frame, deepening the kiss with smoldering intensity.

All the frustration and undercurrent of want that had simmered untapped for months between you both finally found an outlet as his mouth slanted hungrily over yours. Harry tasted like smoky whiskey and roasted espresso, the scents you'd unknowingly committed to memory from hours spent shadowing him in the kitchen. Now you could finally indulge in the addictive flavor without restraint, losing yourself in the velvet heat of his lips and the wicked stroke of his tongue.

A desperate whimper escaped you as Harry's fingers wound through your hair, tugging just enough to angle your head for even deeper exploration. He swallowed the sound with relish, growling low in his chest as he took control of the ferocious give and take - a twin to the commanding yet sensual way he moved around the kitchen.

Time seemed to lose meaning as you kissed with reckless abandon, hands roaming wildly over the other's body. Your fingers brushing over Harry's hard pecs and rippling abs, committing every ridge and plane to memory. His calloused palms skimming over the flare of your hips, teasing at the sliver of exposed skin above your waistband as he tugged your shirts aside.

"Fuck," he growled, still cradling you tightly against his muscular frame. One hand drifted up the length of your spine to sift through your tousled hair, something breathtakingly tender. "Been wanting to do that for way too goddamn long, sweetheart."

You let out a shaky exhalation, riding the waves of tingling euphoria coursing over your skin. "Me too," you confessed in a huskier tone than you'd ever heard yourself use before. "God, Harry, I–” you stopped the rest of the words before they escaped your mouth, afraid you were going too far too fast. But he tilted his head downwards, raising his eyebrows and asking you to tell him whatever the hell you wanted to.

“I– say it, darlin’” he urged, swiping one thumb over your face, grazing it tenderly across the apple of your cheek, “No more secrets”

Eventually, the scorching inferno of desire raging between you banked to a low, smoldering burn...though no less devastatingly intense for the minor reprieve. Finally, you drew back just far enough for Harry to rest his forehead against yours, harsh breaths intermingling hotly.

You nodded, taking a deep breath and looking straight into his emerald eyes, “I–I, fuck, I need you, Harry. So–so fucking bad it–hurts”

You confessed, and the look that crossed Harry's face was one mixed with relief and the tiniest hint of lust.

You didn’t need to tell him twice because you barely had the time to catch your breath when he crashed his lips down on top of yours, claiming them once again. He slid so he was more close to you now, hands gripping the back of your head and keeping your face in place for him to kiss you hard. He had been waiting for this for so long–all the longing glances, the pent up, fucked up frustration in him–he was bearing all of it into the kiss that left your mind dizzy and lips swollen./

“Fucking exquisite”

He praised you, and you blushed into his mouth. It was all a blur after that–he gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you from the passenger seat and maneuvering you into his lap. You lowered yourself down, the front of your jeans making a slight contact with the tip of his clothed cock, and the whine he let out was pure sin.

“Gonna make me burst”

He held on to your hips, kneading them in his palms as he watched you settle on top of him. You skillfully aligned his seat as abc as it could go, so he was almost laying down while you sat on top of him. 

“THose hands–they aren’t just good in the kitchen, are they?” he teased, and since now you were on top, you were feeling more powerful.

“Mhmm,” you agreed, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his chest, smoothening your hands down his golden chest, “Wait till you see what else I can do with these”

He let out a gasp as you leaned in, licking up his abs, and kissing his butterfly tattoo. His hands slid to your waist, kneading the soft flesh in his palms and letting you admire and worship his body.

“Cheeky minx “ he said, but the words were swallowed into a groan as you sucked on his nipples, biting them softly and smirking when he rolled his hips upward. He was getting desperate, hips lifting up every now and then in need for relief.

You continued the onslaught of kisses, but wanted to give the poor millionaire some relief. You reached for the button of his pants, undoing it and unzipping his fly. Sitting back up, you pulled them down to his knees, and the sight of his boxers tented…his cock begging to be released from its confines made your mouth water.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He sat back up, making you fall back against the steering wheel but caught you just in time, resting his palms on your back. Once you were stable, he undid your jeans as well, wasting no time in pushing one hand inside.

“Oh fuck–Harry–” you cursed, and he could see it on your face–pure lust and arousal. He began to swipe his fingers between your lips, spreading the wetness around and finding your clit–expertly rolling the soft bundle of nerves between his fingers that had you curling your toes. He looked straight into your eyes while doing that too–watching you fall apart from just his fingers.

Once he was done teasing you, he circled his fingers around your entrance, which was completely, devastatingly soaked. You had been dreaming of this for so long–wanting this for so long that now when you were finally going to have him, it felt straight out of a dream.

“So fucking wet–all for me?” he asked, and you nodded, “All–all for you, chef”

“Fuckin’ tease” he cursed before pulling his fingers out, which were now covered in your slick and arousal, and pulling his boxers down, letting hsi cock spring free.

You had seen many cocks. In porn, in real life. But seeing his cock–thick and long, slightly curved towards the tip, which would make it the perfect fit for your needy pussy. The tip was a perfect shade of purplish-red, with a few drops of precum oozing out and making your mouth water once again. You wanted him in your mouth. And he did too, but right now, there wasn’t much time.

You lifted yourself up, pulling your jeans and panties down in one go, till they were near your knees just like his. Positioning yourself right on top of him, he gave his cock a few stroked before resting one hand on your hip. You placed your hands on his shoulders for support, and once your pussy was in contact, his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head.

But he didn’t push it in just yet–rubbed it back and forth between your lips, till your legs threatened to give out, and you squeezed his shoulder.

“Alright, no take backs–” he whispered, and aligned it with your hole, and you pushed yourself down on him, and fuck–was it worth it.

Once he was inside, your mouth fell open. You had been wet, and he hand;t prepped you too much because of it. But the sweet burn of him pushing it in fully–it fueled into your pain kink, and you bit your lower lip, getting up and lowering yourself down on him fully, till your hips were touching his heavy balls.

“So full, I–I feel so fucking full, Harry–” you told him, and he nodded, his adam apple bobbing. He pulled you down for another kiss, and using both hands, he began fucking you on him.

You moaned and screamed into the kiss, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your cervix, his precum leaking from his tip continuously. While you were sure you would be able to take the lead, giving up control and letting him use your body however he wanted–it made you feel really fucking good.

“Good, so fucking good, pet, so tight and snug around me, aren’t you? Could fuck you for days, I swear–”

You would get back at him on that promise for sure, later.

“Denied me of this sweet cunt for so long–gave me those fuck me eyes the first day you came into my restaurant.”

You tried to shake your head to tell him how that wasn’t true, but the words lodged in your throat. You didn’t know how you looked at him, he did.

“No–no Harry, fuck–, I–I wanted to–”

“Fuck me, hmm? The first day you saw me?” he teased, and you pulled his ear lightly.

“No, you dumbo. I–I wanted to push you against the counter and pin your hands beside you and–”

“And fuck me?” he finished your sentence once again, and to get back at him, you squeezed around him. You did it with all the strength you had, and you could swear you felt him harden just a little bit more inside you.

“And how is that different from what I said?” he asked, and you placed your hand over his mouth to shut him up. You tried to ride him this time, using his strong chest to fuck yourself up and down, till your wetness was pooling on the base of his cock. It was a wet mess–your arousals mixed together on the top of his thighs and you were positive it slipped through to the seat.

“Make me–make me cum, chef-” you said, and you felt him smile against your palm. You lifted it up, and he pinned your hands behind your back immediately.

“Chef, huh?” he taunted, and pulled you down for another kiss, halting for mere seconds before you came all over him–wetness oozing out and wetting his cock and balls. He pushed his tongue inside your mouth, the movements mirroring those of his cock in your pussy. It wasn’t long before he came too, emptying himself into your snug heat with a low groan.

He made out with you throughout–never letting your lips rest as his seed filled you up to the brim. The warm feeling had you dizzy, being filled up by the man you admired and wanted for years.

Once you were relaxed, tongues dancing in slow motions, he pulled out and pulled your panties back in place, saving his cum from falling into embarrassing places. You rolled your eyes at him, adjusting your clothes and sitting back on the seat beside.

His eyes gazed into yours with adoration, the car filled with the smell of sex and sweat. The lingering scent of finally giving into something that was building up since day one–it made you feel happy and vulnerable.

He reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, letting his palm linger against your cheek in a tender caress.

"You know, I meant what I said before about not wanting to let this amazing opportunity between us slip away," he murmured, eyes shining sincerely. "After everything we've been through, you've become one of the most important people in my life, darlin'."

You felt your heart swell at his words, leaning into his touch with a soft smile. "And you're one of the most incredible men I've ever known, Harry. I'm just...I'm so grateful we finally took this leap together."

Chuckling warmly, Harry pulled you into a snug embrace, pressing his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss. "Well, you'd better get used to having me around then, sweetheart. Because I don't plan on going anywhere."

Reaching up, you cradled his whiskered jaw, marveling at how such a hardened culinary genius could look so endearingly unsure in the wake of baring his heart. A soft smile curved your lips as you stroked along the line of his cheekbone with your thumb.

"Harry," you began, keeping your tone low and earnest. "I just want you to know...what we share goes far deeper for me than just some crush or physical attraction. You've been such an incredible mentor, certainly - pushing me to my limits and helping me discover a resilience I didn't know I had. But more than that, you've also become one of the most important people in my life these past few months."

He seemed to still against you, holding his breath as he searched your expression intently. Encouraged by the yearning shining from those soulful hazel eyes, you pressed onward.

"From the very first day, there was just...something about the way you carry yourself in that kitchen, so passionate and uncompromising in your artistry. It inspired me in a way I've never experienced before. And as I got to know the man behind the chef's coat better and better, that admiration grew into something...well, something I couldn't ignore or push away, no matter how much I tried."

You gave a rueful chuckle, shaking your head. "Not that I'm proud of how I handled that, especially at first. I was so terrified of being just another young line cook with an embarrassing crush on the big-shot chef, you know? Of risking the most rewarding professional relationship I've ever had by letting feelings get in the way. So I tried my damnedest to squash it down and keep things strictly business between us."

Harry made a low noise of understanding, one calloused palm drifting up to cradle the side of your face with ineffable tenderness. The pad of his thumb brushed over your lower lip as he gazed at you with naked longing.

"But the more time we spent together, the more I came to realize I wasn't alone in what I was feeling," you continued, emboldened by the smoldering affection gleaming in his expression. "Those heated looks and moments of banter that always left me weak in the knees...the way you'd find any excuse to touch me, even if it was just your hand on my back or brushing my arm. And don't think I didn't catch that molten vibe you gave me after the gala service the other night, Harry."

You gave a breathless chuckle at the memory, watching in satisfaction as his eyes darkened perceptibly from the reminder. "Point is, it's been pretty damn obvious to me for a while now that this crazy, inexplicable tension has been building between us. And after tonight...after you pour your heart out about wanting to open yourself up to something deeper outside of just the kitchen...well, I knew I had to finally stop fighting it."

Cradling his rugged features between your palms, you gazed at Harry with profound sincerity. "I don't want to just be another protegee you take under your wing, Harry. I want...god, I want so much more than that if you'll have me. As more than just your mentee."

The silence that fell between you seemed to stretch out into infinite stillness - until finally, Harry broke it with a shuddering exhalation. His features softened into an expression of pure affection and naked vulnerability.

"Darlin'," he murmured in that low, gravelly timbre that had haunted your dreams. "I gotta say, you're one hell of a woman. Smart, fiercely passionate, and talented as all hell in the kitchen. Any chef in their right mind would count themselves lucky to have that kind of force on their line."

One calloused thumb brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead in an achingly tender gesture. "But the more I got to know you, the more I realized you were so much more than just a hell of a cook. You've got this...this fire inside, this core of unshakable integrity, that shines through in everything you do." 

A slow, lopsided grin curved his mouth as Harry seemed to drink in your features hungrily. "Truth is, I've been half in love with you since the first time you went toe-to-toe with me over mise en place and didn't back down one inch. Kidfron called me out a while back, said I needed to get my head out  and stop being an idiot about my feelings before I lost my shot with you. And you know what? He was right."

You heard the sharp breath you sucked in at his unexpected confession, suddenly feeling lightheaded from the rushing euphoria of having your own deepest desires affirmed. Harry's smile softened into something unbearably tender.

"I meant what I said earlier, about needing to start making room in my life for stuff that actually matters now," he murmured. "No more letting amazing opportunities or people slip through my fingers while I'm off chasing the next culinary high, you know? From here on out, I wanna do this thing with you - the real deal, not just heated flings or fooling around when it's convenient." 

One calloused palm drifted up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing over your wildly fluttering pulse. "That is...if you're sure you want to go all in with this crazy bastard and whatever baggage he's got. Because I sure as shit don't plan on letting you go after everything we've been through, darlin'. You're stuck with me now."

The last words were issued in a low, rumbly rasp brimming with naked want and promise. You felt a shiver of pure yearning race down your spine as Harry slowly, inexorably drew you back into the smoldering field of his orbit.

"Just to be clear," you murmured, drunk on the whiskey-smoke scent and pure masculine essence of him, "I am absolutely, one-hundred percent sure I want to dive into this thing with you, Harry . The real deal, as you put it - not as mentor and mentee, but as...as partners in every sense of the word." 

A smile you couldn't suppress bloomed over your features as you nuzzled his whiskered jaw adoringly. "You, me, and whatever crazy culinary adventures lie ahead...I can't wait."

Harry rumbled out a low, contented chuckle that vibrated against your skin deliciously. "Sounds perfect to me, darlin'," he rasped, "Absolutely freakin' perfect."

Silence fell between you then, stretching out in a tender, infinitely rich moment of shared affection and promise. Of two hearts irreversibly entwined, embarking together on an endeavor that would change the course of both your lives immeasurably.

Though the road ahead would surely present its own tangle of twists, turns, and daunting challenges yet to come...in that ephemeral pocket of stillness, cradled in the heart of Harry's powerful embrace, you had never felt more vibrantly alive or certain of the path destiny had laid out before you.

No matter what obstacles or battles awaited around the bend, you knew without a shred of doubt that you would confront them as you did everything else - side-by-side with your partner, your equal, your soulmate in every possible sense. Two culinary spirits, unified at long last in a blissful, rapturous understanding.

The rest of the world could keep spinning wildly outside the sheltered cocoon you had woven together. But in this perfect, crystalline moment frozen in time...nothing else mattered beyond the blazing truth ignited between you. From here on out, you would walk through the fire of any culinary pursuit, hand-in-hand, soul-to-soul alongside the man who held your heart.

And in the end, that's all that would ever matter again.

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[starclancy]

~ Sweet As Sugar ~

PAIRING: Fem!Reader/Sanji

CONTENTS: 🩷 - fluff

WORDCOUNT: 482

Request status: Open (PLS PLS PLS)

The scent of something delicious wafted through the Thousand Sunny as you made your way to the galley. You knew Sanji would be there, probably humming to himself while preparing yet another masterpiece for the crew.

Sure enough, when you peeked around the doorway, there he was, dressed in his signature chef’s outfit, sleeves rolled up as he skillfully chopped vegetables. His blonde hair fell into his eyes as he worked, and the faintest trace of a smile lingered on his lips.

“Smells amazing,” you said, leaning against the doorway.

Sanji’s head snapped up at the sound of your voice, and his expression brightened immediately. “Ah, [Y/N]-chan!” he exclaimed, dropping the knife and wiping his hands on his apron. “What brings such a lovely flower to my humble kitchen?”

You rolled your eyes at his dramatic greeting but couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest. “I was hoping to steal a taste before dinner. Got anything ready?”

“For you?” he said, placing a hand over his heart as though your request had been a divine blessing. “Anything.”

Sanji moved with practiced grace, grabbing a spoon and dipping it into a pot simmering on the stove. He approached you, holding it out like he was offering you a priceless treasure. “Here, my love, try this.”

You raised an eyebrow at the pet name but leaned in, letting the rich, creamy soup melt on your tongue. It was perfect, a symphony of flavors that made your eyes widen.

“This is amazing, Sanji,” you said earnestly. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

He beamed, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. “Hearing that from you makes it worth every second.”

You tilted your head, smirking. “You say that to everyone.”

“No!” he protested, looking genuinely offended. “What kind of chef would I be if I didn’t save my best efforts for the most beautiful woman aboard?”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat. You turned your gaze to the counter, trying to hide the blush creeping up your face. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Ridiculously in love?” he teased, stepping closer.

Before you could respond, he took your hand gently in his, his blue eyes meeting yours. “But seriously, [Y/N]-chan,” he said, his voice softer now, “seeing you enjoy something I made... it means more to me than you know.”

Your breath hitched at the sudden intimacy of the moment. For once, his usual flamboyant charm was replaced by something quieter, more genuine.

“I do enjoy it,” you said, your voice equally soft. “Not just the food, but... being here with you.”

Sanji’s face lit up, his expression a mix of surprise and pure joy. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles.

“You’ve just made this chef the happiest man alive,” he said with a grin, his flirtatious side returning.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he said, winking, “you’re still here.”

Dinner that night tasted even better, knowing it had been made with a little extra love.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

chef!sirius x reader who talks to her 'secret admirer' in front of him

You sit at the small kitchen table in Sirius’s flat, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you glance over at Sirius, who’s busy chopping vegetables with practiced ease. The smells of garlic, onions, and herbs fill the kitchen, and you can’t resist—this is the perfect moment to execute your prank.

You pick up your phone and, making sure Sirius is within earshot, start your act. “Hello? Oh! Yes, I remember you!” you say, injecting your voice with just the right amount of fake surprise and excitement.

Sirius’s knife pauses mid-chop, but he resumes after a moment, though you catch the faint furrow in his brow. Ignoring it, you continue, raising the drama. “Oh, you're so sweet! Wow, I can't believe you think that about me! Oh, stop it—you’re making me blush!”

Sirius’s brows knit together, and he glances your way with suspicious curiosity. You can almost feel the intensity of his stare as he chops a bit harder than necessary, clearly trying to eavesdrop without seeming too obvious. You put on a show, gushing about your 'secret admirer.'

“You think my eyes are what?” you giggle, exaggerating a girlish laugh that makes Sirius almost slice his finger. “No, no—you’re the beautiful one! Oh, you charmer!” You throw in a dramatic hand gesture, flicking your hair over your shoulder for added flair.

Sirius's patience visibly wanes. He clears his throat. “Who’s that?” he asks, tone casual, but his eyes are narrowing suspiciously.

“Oh, it’s nothing, Sirius!” you wave him off, giving him a cheeky grin. “Just a friend.” You make a big show of turning your back to him and lowering your voice like you’re sharing a deep, intimate secret with the imaginary person on the line.

The next few minutes are filled with you exaggerating every possible compliment, peppering in things like, “You’re just the sweetest person, aren’t you?” and “Oh, you’d love to take me out on a date? How romantic!” You catch Sirius rolling his eyes every now and then, his lips pressed together in a thin line as he chops more furiously.

When you mention that your ‘secret admirer’ suggested a home-cooked meal, Sirius can’t hold back any longer. “So, who’s the chef, then?” he asks, voice tight, clearly annoyed by being out of the loop.

You smirk. “Oh, they want me to cook for them tomorrow! Isn’t that sweet? I’d love to make them dinner,” you say with exaggerated sincerity. The silence that follows is thick, and you barely suppress a snicker.

Sirius’s expression shifts from confusion to sudden realization, and then—oh, he’s not playing fair. A sly smile tugs at his lips, and he puts the knife down, wiping his hands on his apron. He’s clearly caught on, but he’s not going to let you off the hook that easily. “You know,” he says with an all-too-innocent tone, “I think that’s a wonderful idea. But how about I cook instead? I’m sure your ‘admirer’ would love my famous pasta.”

You blink, caught off-guard. He’s supposed to be pouting, not turning the tables! “Uh, well, no, I was going to—”

“No, no, love,” he interrupts, smiling like he’s won the lottery. “I insist. You’d want to impress them, right? And… well, we both know you struggle to boil water without setting off the smoke alarm.”

Your face scrunches up in a pout, but the teasing gleam in his eyes makes your heart melt. “I can cook!” you argue, crossing your arms defensively. “I just—prefer your cooking, that’s all!”

Sirius steps closer, his voice dropping to a mock-serious whisper. “Oh, sure, I’m sure your ‘admirer’ would be thrilled to try your famous burnt toast or your… unique way of scrambling eggs.”

You narrow your eyes at him, fighting a smile. “It’s called creative cooking, you culinary snob!”

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “I knew it was a prank, you little menace. You’d never dare to cook dinner for someone you actually liked. Besides—” he grins, “I’m the only one who gets to flirt with you in my kitchen.”

You let out an exaggerated huff, but you’re already melting in his embrace, giving in to his playful warmth. “Fine,” you grumble, though you can’t help but smile up at him, “but you have to admit you got a little jealous.”

“Me? Jealous?” he scoffs dramatically, dipping you backward like in a cheesy romance movie, his face hovering inches from yours. “Never. I was just concerned for the health and safety of your mysterious admirer. No one should be subjected to your ‘cooking’ without proper warning.”

You both dissolve into laughter, and you can’t resist wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you back upright, grinning down at you like you’re his favorite person in the world.

“Admit it,” you tease softly. “You were jealous.”

“Maybe a little,” he concedes with a smile, leaning in to kiss you softly. “But who could blame me? My kitchen, my girl—no secret admirer is stealing you away.”

You laugh, squeezing him a little tighter. “I guess I can let you cook for me, just this once,” you tease, though both of you know you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sirius chuckles, ruffling your hair. “How generous of you. But just for that, I’m making my best pasta tonight. And maybe, if you’re really nice, I’ll let you ‘help’ by setting the table.”

“Oh, such an honor!” you say with mock seriousness, earning another laugh from him.

He pulls you close again, resting his forehead against yours, his playful expression softening. “I don’t need fancy pranks or secret admirers, love. You’re stuck with me—bad cooking, cheesy lines, and all.”

You smile up at him, feeling warmth flood your chest. “Deal,” you whisper, giving him a quick peck on the nose. “But just wait until my next prank. You won’t know what hit you.”

He laughs, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Bring it on. But fair warning: I’m keeping an eye on you, troublemaker.”

As he goes back to chopping vegetables, you take your place at the small kitchen table, feeling perfectly content in the warmth of his presence, the comfort of his laughter, and the knowledge that, prank or not, you’ve found your favorite place in the world—right here, by his side.

[seillarium]

angst drabble w/ ace my love

notes : written in reader's point of view, i think there's no dialogue, no proofread as always, english is not my first language

sincerely, sei : ok so i ddnt write for a very long time, and idfk why im even writing when my exams are tomorrow, but i promise once i get a break i'll write another fic for ace. also, angst cos im suffering but prepare to be underwhelmed ig

your whole life, you've always tried to avoid doing certain things.

you don't know why, but you're convinced that no matter what happens, you'll finish it at the end of the day; washing the dishes? you'll hold it off for a few hours. you need to make a decision? you'll think about it later. no matter how big or small it is, you always hold it off.

another thing is, you're a firm believer that you'll always have another chance.

you failed to cook a certain recipe? eh, you can just redo it, or better yet, let someone else (a certain.. chef) do it. you forgot a very important belonging of yours on the recent island you visited? oh well, not the end of the world. you're sure you'll obtain something better.

it is what it is.

and that didn't change when you met ace.

you simply took the time you had with him for granted, never caring if he left for a few months. he'll come back, right? same goes for you, he won't be missing you so much, no?

he always comes back to you.

you never clung onto the moments where your eyes would hold each other's, how you'll exchange smiles and his would be a thousand times brighter than yours.

because he'll always be there for you.

he'll hold your hand on random strolls, he'll stand with you whenever you want to observe the morning dew. he'll hold you in winter nights, he'll whisper you sweet nothings before you sleep.

you never thought how when you hold off on apologizing to him after an argument, he'll be in his cabin waiting in pure agony for you.

or when you forget something he mentioned in passing, thinking it's unimportant. not knowing he's truly disappointed inside when you brushed him off.

you're aware that you're not perfect, you never will be.

but now, as you look up above, and you see him chained and looking so, so miserable, you wish you were. and as you ran for him, you can't stop but regret everything you ever did up until this moment.

you should've stopped him from chasing teach.

you should have at least checked if he's okay through the den den mushi.

breathless, you screamed his name.

you should have held him a little tighter in those nights,

you should've let his kisses linger.

with aching legs, you ran.

and as quick as your relief washed upon you when he was released by his little brother, it was also quick to be replaced by dread.

no. please no.

it felt as if your heart was the one that was ripped apart, when you saw him like that. you didn't even hear his last few words, still caught up in your own thoughts.

you should have... you shouldn't have...

as you stood still, and as the time ticks by and eats up away the rest of your sanity, you realized.

you'll never have a love like this again. you'll never experience the warmth he naturally emits. you'll never meet someone like him ever.

because you only had one shot.

ps. : yeah uhm, it's not good isn't it (im sorry i just need to get this out of my system 😔😔)

[lumiambrose]

yoichi x reader, fluff, baking together :>

yoichi loves to cook with you. he's not a master chef, but he enjoys the process of making meals together, laughing over failed attempts and celebrating your successes. it's not just about the food, but the fun and bonding that comes with it. he especially loves baking desserts, decorating them together, and sharing the sweet treats while watching a movie.

the kitchen is filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods, a delightful contrast to the flour and bits of dough scattered across the countertops. you and yoichi are in the middle of one of your impromptu cooking sessions, the kind that starts with a simple craving and evolves into a delightful, chaotic, mess.

yoichi, with his sleeves rolled up with flour sprinkled across his cheeks, is whisking together a mixture for frosting. He glances up, catching your amused expression, and grins. "hey, no laughing at the chef," he teases, flicking a bit of frosting in your direction.

you laugh, dodging the missile of frosting and grabbing a spoon for yourself to retaliate with a dollop of whipped cream. "oh, it's on!" you declare, and soon, the kitchen turns into a playful battleground, filled of your laughter.

eventually, the giggles subside, and you both return to decorating the cupcakes. yoichi hands you a piping bag filled with frosting, his eyes twinkling. "your turn," he says, watching as you carefully pipe delicate swirls onto the cupcakes.

with the cupcakes finally decorated, you step back to admire your handiwork. they’re not professional, but they’re beautiful in their own way, each one a memory of the precious moment shared.

"movie time?" yoichi suggests, already reaching for the tray of cupcakes. you nod eagerly, and together, you carry the treats to the living room.

settling onto the couch with the cupcakes within easy reach, you snuggle under a warm blanket. yoichi picks a light-hearted movie, something perfect for the mood, and presses play. as the movie begins, you each take a cupcake, savoring the sweet, fluffy texture. yoichi’s arm drapes over your shoulders, pulling you close, letting you lean into him, feeling the warmth and contentment radiating from his body.

throughout the movie, you share bites of the cupcakes, laughing and exchanging playful commentary. the room is filled with a cozy, comforting atmosphere, the simple joy of being together.

as the movie draws to a close and the last cupcake is finished, yoichi turns to you, his expression soft and affectionate. "i love these moments with you," he says quietly, his voice sincere.

you smile, your heart swelling with love. "me too," you reply, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

in the peaceful silence that follows, you cuddle closer, grateful for the love you two share. its in these peaceful moments, where you feel at most content and overjoyed. getting to cherish your life with each other, making every day special.

an: tbh im not a big fan of the ending but i was loosing my sanity. hope this wasn't too cringey

[queensunshinee]

I would love to see a simple blurb of Patrick and Liana on their good days! Even though I'm rooting for Art now, we can't deny that in the beginning they were cute 🥲

ohhhh yeah, when they were good they were really the best :) warnings: SMUT! 18+!, dirty talk, p in v sex, oral sex, fingering, praise.

Patrick stared at Liana as if she had fallen from the moon, and she felt her cheeks begin to burn. "Why are you looking at me like that? You were the one who told me to wear a dress!" She quickly touched her nose with her hand. "I'm going to change clothes." She rolled her eyes while he continued to remain silent and stare at her.

Slowly, Patrick's smile widened, and he entered her dorm room. His hand, which was behind his back, held a rose wrapped in clear cellophane and a bow. "You're perfect. I'm just thinking about how to survive dinner without taking off that dress." He kissed her gently on the cheek. "You clean up well yourself, Zweig," she said, unable to hide her smile. "Where are we going?" she asked, examining his unusually polished appearance. A light blue button-down and jeans. Clean shoes. Who was this guy, and what did he do to her boyfriend?

"Since I managed to surprise you? No way I'm telling you now. But we're running late, Lilo, let's go." Patrick felt mesmerized. He really felt he wouldn't survive the black dress combined with the new bangs she had cut and the bright red lipstick. Patrick helped her put on her coat and handed her bag while she locked the door.

"You can open your eyes," Patrick whispered in her ear as they stood in front of the chef's restaurant Liana had talked about on the phone with Melissa three months ago when Patrick was next to her. She had only said that the place belonged to some chef she had seen on TV, and Patrick made a mental note to reserve a spot for them. From that moment, he saved up for their meal. He did a few odd jobs between the courses his parents forced him to take and his training sessions. One of the jobs he did was delivering newspapers. He was utterly exhausted, but the look she gave him now was worth the hassle of the past few months.

"Patrick, we can't. It's too expensive here." She was in complete shock, swallowing hard as he practically dragged her to the entrance. "Happy anniversary, Lilo." He smiled at her, and before they went inside, she stopped and gave him a deep but brief kiss. "How did you know I wanted to eat here?" she asked curiously. "That's what happens when I want to know everything about you." He shrugged without looking at her, as if it was obvious. As if it was clear to everyone that he loved her enough to want to know every detail of her life.

They sat down, and he ordered the white wine she had loved since they moved to London. In general, he thought he kinda admired who she had become since they moved to London. She was so intelligent that sometimes he was embarrassed to join in the conversations she had when he was next to her, even though he knew she would never judge him. He didn't want people to think she surrounded herself with foolish people. He always made sure to go home and read a bit on Google about the topics she talked about that he didn't understand. To know more for the next time he saw one of the people she had talked to. So as not to embarrass her.

"Are you happy?" he asked when they entered his apartment, and she took off her shoes. They were both full and slightly tipsy. He felt a warmth in his stomach that didn't characterize London's winter in any way but did characterize Liana. "You know that even if we had been sitting in the pizzeria across from your apartment, I would have been happy, right?" Her smile was wide and sincere. "Let me," he murmured, seeing her struggle with the buckle of her shoe. "You don't have to—" she replied, but he was already on all fours in front of her, smiling one of his softest smiles, the gentlest ones that she knew were reserved just for her.

Patrick took off her shoe and started planting small kisses on her leg, making her bite her lip while she ran her fingers through his curls. "You're so beautiful, Lilo. Everyone in that restaurant was jealous of me." He murmured, and she felt his breath on her pussy. She knew he saw how wet she was. How much she wanted him. How she always, always wanted him. It could have been embarrassing if she didn't know he wanted her just as much.

"What do you want, Liana?" he asked, partly to tease and partly to hear her demand what he already wanted to do. "Your tongue. Please." She found herself almost trembling as his strong hand steadied her. He gave a small lick over her panties and then couldn't resist sucking on that spot with a force that made her moan and him growl.

"So wet, sweetie," he mumbled, suddenly pulling down her panties but leaving them around her legs, making it hard for her to spread. One hand held her ass, and the other stabilized her left leg while his tongue explored her from the inside. "Fuck, Pat," she managed to say through a quiet moan, struggling to breathe and talk at the same time. His skilled tongue explored every inch of her, his lips pulling and kissing while he drank every drop she released.

The hand that held her butt gripped harder. Liana was sure it would leave a mark for days, but just the thought of it could bring her to the edge, while the hand that was on her leg joined his lips, and three fingers at once made quick movements in and out. Liana couldn't control the volume of her moans anymore and almost screamed.

"Atta girl, give me everything you've got. I want the neighbors to hear when you come on my face, Liana, do it for me," he almost begged in a half-broken voice but still maintained authority while he continued to eat her out. Liana's eyes rolled back as she screamed his name, stabilizing herself by grabbing his head uncontrollably, causing him to groan almost as loudly as she did as she came on his chin.

Patrick stood up, not leaving her for a moment because he knew she was struggling to stand steadily right now. He almost dragged her to the bed, finally removing her panties and unzipping her dress. "The dress has done its job, I don't want to see it anymore," he muttered and threw it to the floor with mock defiance while undressing quickly.

"I want you so much, Liana. Fuck. I've never needed anything like I need to be inside you," he said, planting long, sloppy kisses on every part of her he could reach. His hand played with one of her nipples while giving her a moment to recover from the orgasm she had just experienced, to avoid overwhelming her senses. "Please, fuck me. Patrick. Please," she begged, and he smiled. "Not tonight," he said gently, moving her sweaty bangs from her face and seeing her eyes widen, showing disappointment. "Tonight, we're going to be one of those disgusting couples," he continued, kissing her cheek and then the other. "Tonight, I'm just going to love you. We're making love tonight. Tomorrow, we'll fuck. Okay?" he asked.

Liana was so surprised because it was uncharacteristic. Everything with Patrick was rough and blunt and almost jarring to those who didn't know him. Borderline disgusting to outsiders. He could spit in her mouth, and she would swallow it. He could slap her while his cock was down her throat. Use her holes as if she were his personal toy, and it was perfect. Sometimes it was all she wanted from him. All she never knew she wanted. She loved everything he loved. Any request that seemed excessive to someone else, Liana wanted to perform excellently. She wanted him to pet her and tell her she was a good girl because she made him feel so good. But she was sure she couldn't make Patrick feel better than he made her feel. With him, she felt seen. Complete. Like she never had before.

And suddenly, he was lying above her, full of tenderness and peace. Not wanting to fuck her but just to love her. As if they weren't the same things. "Okay," she answered him. "You're so good, Liana," he mumbled as he slid his cock all the way into her, and they both sighed, making the most desperate moans possible.

Patrick moved slowly and deeply. His gaze never left hers except for the moments he had to close his eyes, or he would come too soon. He wanted to hold on to this night. Prolong their experience as much as he could. "I love you so much," he said, feeling her clench around him. He had to stop himself from thrusting faster and harder. He wanted to be gentle with her tonight. He wanted her to know how much he appreciated her.

"I love you more," she replied, and he knew it was bullshit because there was no way anyone in the world loved someone more than Patrick loved Liana. Instead of arguing with her, he pressed his lips to hers. She clenched around him again, and he knew she was close. "Look at me, Liana," he mumbled, forcing himself and her to open their eyes.

"Fuck, Pat," she managed to say before she came. "I know, Lilo, so good. Fuck," he said and came right after her. His body weight enveloped her for a few lazy minutes during which he didn't pull out and kept planting small kisses on her shoulder, where his head rested.

"Happy anniversary, Lilo. I love you," he said, and she smiled at him, looking at the man lying next to her in bed. On the one hand, not believing they had already been together for a year, and on the other hand, feeling like they had been this way their entire lives.

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[billwidoll]

Author's Notes: This is the simplest and cutest story I've ever done, Warnings: Loneliness and heartbreak

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Our love is like an eclipse

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It was summer on the Outer Banks and it was also the hottest day of the year. Everyone was at the beach or the pool, but unfortunately you were in the kitchen working like a slave. You worked at the rich people's restaurant, you hated working there, but you were humiliated a lot by your ex-boyfriend, Rafe Cameron.

He was Prince Kook, he commanded and dismantled anyone, and you left him because he was very possessive and jealous of you. And his favorite revenge was going to the restaurant he worked at And treat you like a maid, and you've had enough of that

"Y/N! Table 8 has a Whiskey without ice!" Your chef yells at you, and you roll your eyes but go hand over the glass of whiskey

Arriving close to table eight, you saw him, Rafe, 'of course it was him ordering the glass of whiskey' you thought

"Excuse me, sir, here's your Glass of Whiskey with ice" You say, forcing a smile and giving the glass to Rafe

"Oh...see, my girlfriend pouring me a glass of whiskey" Rafe says with a disgusting smile on his face

"I'm not your girlfriend anymore Rafe, I broke up with you, you idiot" you say, raising your voice a little

Rafe was still smiling 'he was a demon' When you were about to leave Rafe calls you again

"today there will be the eclipse princess, I reserved a perfect place to see it, if you want to go.."

Rafe was inviting you to see the eclipse, he knew you liked that science and planet stuff

"no Rafe, ask those whores to go in my place" you say without looking at him, you wanted to go but you didn't trust Rafe

"No my love, you are the only one, yes you will!" Rafe speaks making you take a deep breath

"Okay Rafe, I accept, but without any grace, do you hear me?" You speak rigidly and finally leave the place

You accepted, because you knew Rafe wouldn't leave you alone. So you accepted

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It was late, and there were 10 minutes left before the eclipse appeared, and Rafe was already in the place he had reserved. And he was impatient that you hadn't arrived yet, and he thought you might have Gave up on him again.

But that changed when you showed up at the place Rafe asked you to show up at. And you were beautiful and light, but your face was confused

You came across Rafe surrounded by flowers and candles, and the place had no one, for a moment you thought about running away, but you had butterflies in your stomach

"hello...did I exaggerate?" Rafe asks with a shy look and that makes you tense.

"What Exaggerated Exactly?" You say, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Look, I want to be very sincere and direct, this is my redemption for you"

Rafe speaks a little stuttered and with a shaky voice

"Rafe....our relationship..." You try to speak, but Rafe interrupts you

"No, I made mistakes in the past, and when you broke up with me, I thought it would be normal, but I couldn't stop thinking about you, much less smelling you on my blanket" Rafe says and that makes the Your heart flutters and races

"I was just going to that restaurant, to see you and I despised you to hear your voice, but I knew that otherwise you would treat me formally"

Rafe takes your hand and softens it, waiting for you to react.

"you hurt me... you broke my heart... but I still love you, you idiot" you say, grabbing his neck and attacking him in a sweet, soft and addictive kiss.

And when the kiss happens, you feel the sun and moon forming, meaning the eclipse was happening. And that makes you two stop kissing for a while, and look up seeing the radiant and beautiful phenomenon

"I love you Y/N" Rafe says looking at you and smiling

"I love you too Rafe..." you say kissing him again

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[pupkashi]

hi jess, congrats on your milestone! can i request the prompt:  “god you’re bleeding! how the hell did you do that?” “i was trying to cut the tomatoes!” for nanami with a reader who doesn’t really know how to cook. thank u <3

hi friend ! sorry for taking so long to get to this, i hope you enjoy !! <3 srry for any typos not proofread :(

dinner was usually a task nanami did by himself. taking the time to decompress and make a loving meal for the two of you, often times having you hand him seasonings when you watched.

it wasn’t that you didn’t want to cook, in fact you always begged him to let you help out, you didn’t want the burden to weigh heavily on his shoulders. it was a matter of you being a terrible cook.

the first time you’d attempted to make chicken for the two of you, the edges were burnt and you’d somehow managed to leave the center just a tinge pink. when you tried to make breakfast in bed for him, the eggs weren’t completely cooked, causing nanami to spend a couple hours in the restroom.

and so there you stood, counting down the hours until your beloved kento walked through the front doors. you could picture it now, the candles lit, him in his uniform with his loose tie and sleeves rolled up.

‘oh honey did you do all this for me?’

‘course i did baby! i can cook now, you have one less thing to worry about’

‘you’re so perfect my y/n, I’m never going to leave you’

your daydream was cut short by the burning smell coming from the stove, eyes wide as you cursed, opening a window and throwing out the burnt chicken.

it’s fine, you thought, i still have two hours left, i can do this!

you did not have this.

there were bandaids on three of your fingers, the poorly cut veggies sitting in a bowl besides you as you grabbed the tomato. you were completely focused, so focused that you didn’t hear nanami open the door, much less his footsteps over the sound of the sizzling in the pans next to you.

and as you went for the first cut of the tomato, your eyes wandered to the window, seeing his reflection. for some reason your hand didn’t register your brain telling it stop chopping, leading to you cutting yet another finger.

“ken hi!” you smiled, setting the knife down and walking over to the sink, letting the warm water flow over the fresh cut.

“hello my lov- oh my god are you bleeding?” he was quick to rush to your side, eyes wide as he took your hands in his, “how the hell did you do that? it’s so deep!” his honey eyes are looking into yours with worry, “let me get a bandaid” he’s kissing the top of your head softly before b-lining to the restroom, emerging with a bandaid in hand seconds later.

“i was trying to cut the tomatoes” you mumble, a pour on your lips.

it’s after he’s placed the bandaid over your cut with the softest hands, kissing over it gently and looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes that the scene of it all finally hits him.

“why are you cooking?” there’s a smile he’s fighting off his lips, but he’s losing very badly, especially when you furrow your brows up at him and cross your arms over your chest.

“I can’t cook for my lover anymore? what is this an interrogation?” your defensive tone only has him melting even more, glancing over the stove and pointing.

“what’s that supposed to be?” your shoulders slump at yet another piece of butchered meat, mumbling a ‘chicken’ before sighing.

“i just wanted to make your day easier” your eyes meeting his as you continue, “you’ve been so exhausted and i wanted to lift at least some of that weight off your shoulders” you’re uncrossing your arms, fiddling with your fingers before he’s taking one of your hands in his, the other coming under your chin, tilting your head up towards him.

“you already make my days easier, my love” his voice calming as he smiled down at you, “you don’t know how much you do for me.” there’s sincerity dripping off his words, and the way he’s looking at you has your knees a little weak.

“cmon little chef, let’s order takeout” he smiles, sweeping you off your feet and placing you on the couch, handing you his phone, “choose whatever you want, I’ll be back after i shower” he says, kissing your forehead before walking into your shared bedroom.

maybe you couldn’t bare the burden of cooking, but you could always manage to make him smile and his days a little brighter with your soft smiles and gentle touches.

[anitabighug]

❥ A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [  ♡   ♡    ♡ ] Chapter Six; Gifted

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Though a few of the neighbours had offered to clean up in the morning, by the time anyone got to the clearing, it was long gone. Even Frank’s expertly crafted bonfire pit looked like nothing had ever happened, the grass flat and pristine as ever. Most of your neighbourhood shrugs it off, but you do take a note of Detective Julie on the case, dragging Frank around the clearing with an adorable outfit and a magnifying glass that is just far too big. She keeps calling him ‘Watson’ and you vaguely wonder how she knew a reference like that. You file the situation strictly in ‘not my circus, not my monkeys,’ and resolve to let yourself just be thankful you didn’t have to move your own record player again. Everything was returned in perfect condition, after all, even set up exactly as you liked it. Though, you will admit it was a tad worrying that someone had come into your home while you were sleeping. Though if it really was one of the neighbours, just too nervous to admit to such a sweet deed, you sincerely weren’t worried in the slightest. You were thankful for the spare time, vaguely remembering something important you needed to look into. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Alright, so here’s the plan. We’re gonna make up yesterday’s lazy day, which had turned into such a wash. Barnaby decided before even heading to sleep last night; he had SO much relaxing to catch up on, and nothing was going to stop him. He was going to wake up nice and late (He did not– the hustle and bustle of the clearing stirring him before he was ready), He was going to head to the bugdega for not one! But two! Of the most perfectest hot dogs ever! (How was Howdy out of ketchup? Of all the condiments to miss on the perfectest hot dogs– Why ketchup???) and he was going to return next door to his own home, where his newest friend had promised a dip in what was now going to be the warmest, nicest water ever– Why was he out? Now– Barnaby was NOT the grumpy type, but even he had his limits. Despite the warnings, here he was in the felt; Wally Darling, set up off the beaten path with a huge easel and canvas, staring intently at the landscape before them. Barnaby watched for a minute, and Wally just never moved. His exhausted eyes blinked one, then the other, and the only further movement was him squinting even harder. He couldn’t just sit and watch this. But… He peered past his darlingest friend; The paddling pool sat there, beckoning him… He let out a pitiful whine before succumbing to the responsibilities that came with being a good friend. “What’cha painting there, Buddy?” “Huh? Oh! Barnaby!” Wally, startled, turned up towards the dog towering over him, “I… Was just… Ah, I was painting Home, of course!” He finally dug the brush into his paint, swirling it around and lifting his hand towards the canvas, trying desperately to work around his trembling arm. “Home, Huh?” “Yes! Home,” Wally nodded firmly, and stubbornly pressed the brush into the fabric, sketching in the familiar box that he called his home, “You see, I saw the morning sun hitting it, and,” He mimicked a chefs kiss motion, completely forgetting the ‘kiss’ part before returning to his work, “I need to focus! Can’t dillydally, now!” “Mm,” Barnaby smirked, and flopped down a little, resting his big doggy head on Wally’s unsuspecting shoulder, “Weird– I didn’t know Home was blue. We have that in common!” The snicker from his shoulder shook Wally to his core. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his darkened gaze shifted to the peripheral, examining the blue mass on his shoulder carefully. “You gotta rest, buddy.” Barnaby was firm on this, gingerly taking the brush from his hand. Wally grasped for it again, but was held back by Barnaby’s massive paw on his face. It muffled the ‘I do not!’s as Wally squirmed desperately, tantrum noises rumbling the blue felt in his face. Barnaby waited a few moments for him to tire himself out, before scooping him under his arm, the man hanging there limply, but continuing his grumpy mumbling. What a drama queen. “Yeah, yeah. I getcha. Sometimes things don’t go as planned, Buddy. But you just gotta–” He sent a tired look into one of Home’s windows as they approached, and the door swung open easily for him. Barnaby lifted Wally with one hand, and readied himself, before bowling the puppet through the door, “Roll with it,” Home’s door snaps shut before Wally realises where he is, and Barnaby gives the structure an appreciative pat on it’s trim, “Thanks, Bud. Take care of him, I’ll be back,” ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● You take another bite of your peanut butter toast, and flip the page in your notebook. It was as you thought; Last night should have been a bright, beautiful full moon. The weather said nothing about clouds, either, not a dang one! So what was that strange phenomenon? Perhaps it had dipped so low that the trees had hidden it from that angle, but… Surely you still would have seen the light? You take another bite, puzzling your question over with it, and staring lasers into the far wall. You resolve to answer this question later, closing the book and leaving it on your kitchen island, turning away to wash the crumbs off of your plate.

You fully expected a knock on your door sometime today, what with Sherlock out in full force, but you definitely weren’t expecting Barnaby. Especially not this early! You treat him to a big smile, though, and open the door wide, “Barnaby!! I don’t have snacks ready yet, but you can come in if you like, I’ve got the a/c running full blast and–” He holds up a paw to stop you, and takes in a deep breath. “It is time.” You stop in your tracks. “I have to admit…” You’re holding your breath. “... and this is hard for me, y’know,” Your brain is practically vibrating out of your skull. The excitement on your face is impossible to ignore, and leads to a steady laugh from Barnaby, “I, Barnaby B. Beagle… Might, just possibly!!!” He continues to draw it out, wondering how long you’ll go without blinking. “Might!!! Not know everything. I have a question.” All the tension leaves your body. You might just be able to die happy. After all this time, after all these adventures, Barnaby B. Beagle had a science question for YOU! You squeal with delight, and grab at his ginormous paws, pulling him inside and making a beeline for your lab, not even bothering to shut the front door. You scramble to shove your arms through your coat, and hurry to the table, pushing a few forgotten experiments out of the way haphazardly as you peer up at the dog, bouncing on the balls of your feet with excitement. “Honestly… Its more of a request. Y’see, I need some medicine.” You look crushed. He takes one look at you, and lets out a set of wheezy belly laughs, wiping a tear from his eye. “Oh, Barnaby. Shouldn’t you maybe go to Howdy’s for that? There are lots of kinds, and you really should leave mixing those things to the professionals–” You’re cut off as he finally manages to finish his riot, sniffling the last bits from his nose, “Not that kinda medicine, no ones sick!” He explained, resulting in a soft ‘phew!’ from you, “Y’see, I need something to make someone sleep. He’s havin a lot of troubles lately, ‘n he needs somethin’ nice to just put him to bed for a lil’ bit. Y’know?”

Hmm. You did know. Though the ‘perfect cure’ had certainly worked, and continued to work when you were desperate, you too were plagued by fitful sleeps. You explain your hypothesis, but Barnaby shoots it down pretty quickly, explaining that the friend didn’t really like to have company in his home after dark. Huh. You wrack your brain, tapping a finger against your lips to try to help you concentrate. There were things you knew of, teas and smells and flowers and honeys… “Though,” Barnaby muses, tilting his head, “... He might not mind as much if it’s you.” ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● This was how, despite your protests, and after an hour or so of mixing and chopping things to bring with you, you’ve ended up on the doorstep of Home. You peer behind you; giving a bitter stare to the dog that had made himself comfortable in your paddling pool, balancing a beach ball effortlessly on his nose and jamming out to your radio. Unfair; completely unfair. Though… You turn back to Home. You hadn’t spent much time with it since you arrived, and nervously, you give it a good morning. It creaks in response, and you can see the windows bend in to a cheery smile. Truthfully, despite your reservations, once you’d known one of your friends was in need you probably would have dropped all your plans anyways. Wally, however, wasn’t the type to need things. “May I?” You ask, raising a closed fist to the door. Home creaks agreeably, and you give a gentle but firm knock on the door. You wait a minute or so with no reply. You can hear noises from Home, though you don’t believe its directed at you. “... Home, I know I should wait, but I have some things I need to drop off for Mr. Darling. May I come in a moment?” You lift the basket that is hanging off your other arm to show to it’s waiting window. Another few internal noises sound before you get an affirming clap from the shutters. The door squeaks open, and you take the invitation heartily, stepping over the threshold. Home is decorated exactly as you’d expected. The living room is spacious, with an armchair big enough to get lost in, facing an intricate fireplace that looks well maintained. In fact, everything looks well maintained. Despite the dense collage of paintings decorating the walls, not a speck of dust is visible. From the entryway, you can see into his kitchen. You’d swear it had never been used before if you didn’t see the bowl of apples, piled higher than necessary, sitting on the counter. Despite the light pouring into the front rooms, the stairway just in front of you is shrouded in darkness. A shiver of fear runs down your spine, but you can’t put your finger on why. Wally wasn’t dangerous, he was Wally. He was sweet and charming and agreeable and polite. You push through your reservations, and call out through the dim halls, “Mr. Darling?” You pause, waiting for a response that doesn’t come. Your heart stings a little at this, hoping that at least the two of you were friends enough that he wouldn’t ice you out like this. “... Wally?” You ask again, a little more firmly. It takes another moment, but you hear a weak noise from somewhere beyond the staircase. There he was. You take the first step, and reach for the lightswitch, waiting a beat for the affirmative squeak from Home before you flick it, and complete your ascension. You find Wally in the room at the end of the hall. He is in his bed, blankets wrapped tight around his body but especially his face, leaving only his unblinking eyes visible. This look gives you pause. Barnaby said that he was exhausted, but the Wally in front of you looked so wired that he might just never sleep again. For some reason, you thought he looked an awfully lot like… A stray cat, ready to swipe when given the first affections from a good samaritan. Your lip wobbles a little with this adorable thought, and the worries you have for the situation fade away. You know exactly how to handle this kind of situation, easy peasy. You don’t acknowledge him, strolling over to his bedside table and setting a cloth wrapped parcel on top. “What’s that?” He asks in a hushed tone, obviously apprehensive about the whole situation. You unwrap the top, and the sides fall to reveal a plastic tupperware of sliced apples. His breath hitches, and you crack open the top, before turning on your heel, “I’ll be right back.” You promise, and stroll back downstairs. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● By the time you return, the container has been practically licked clean. The top had been set back where it belongs, and a bit of the tension in Wally’s form had fallen. You take this as a sign to continue the calming assault, stepping back into his bedroom with a tray. Two mugs are balanced on it precariously, and you announce your presence softly, “Alright, Mr. Darling. I’ve got some–” “Wally.” He says sternly, and it stops you in your tracks. “What?” “You called me Wally. Earlier.”... He wasn’t wrong about that. A pang of guilt hits you in the chest. Did… He feel left out? It was true that he was the only one that she wasn’t on a first name basis with, but… Well, he’d never seemed to mind. You wonder for a moment if there were other ways you’d treated him differently, or unfairly. The thought of that nearly breaks your heart. “... Is that tea?” He asks finally, breaking you from your haze. You nod. “... Can you turn off the light?” This was a request you completely understood. A smile returns to your face, and you oblige, turning back and stepping into the hallway to turn off the light. You make your way carefully back to him, and sit yourself on the floor next to his bed. You take one of the mugs, and hand it to him, mentioning to be careful of the heat. You hear him untangle his hands, and though your eyes hadn’t quite adjusted, you feel him pick up the mug out of your hands. You pick up the other one, and take a sip. “It’s chamomile, and honey.” You explain quietly, gazing down at the mug as the shapes in the dark start to form again. “It helps with circulation. It’ll make you sleep better. I think it tastes pretty nice, too,” You give the liquid a quick swirl before taking another sip. You feel the warm edge of a mug bonk you on the cheek, and you turn back to the other puppet in the room, “Wally, you really should at least try it–” “Drank it all,” He promised, and when you lift the cup, you’re surprised to find that its completely true. You must’ve been so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear him sipping. Strange. You decide not to press it, though. You tend to act a little weird around Wally as is, it wouldn’t be out of the question that you’d missed some things. Or a lot of things. You pull the basket back to your side, digging around in it for the last gift. As you lift it up and turn back to Wally, your vision has adjusted enough to finally see him. His grip on the blanket has relaxed, and it's now just draped over his shoulders. His eyes have returned to their half-lidded gaze, and hes watching every movement you make in the darkness. His pompadour has deflated, and blue locks curl across his face haphazardly. You set a tiny cloth bag, tied delicately with a pair of swirly ribbons and a tiny star-shaped charm, down next to his face. He stares at it, and picks it up, turning it over with a confused look. “It’s lavender, amongst other things,” You explain, “I mixed it up myself. The smell is known to be relaxing. I thought if I packed it up, you could keep it nearby to help? You know, with the sleeping?” He takes the package and lifts it to his face, giving it a short sniff. You briefly wonder what orifice he smells through, but again abandon this line of questioning. All your new friends have quirks, Wally could have this one too. “... Smells like you,” A squeak escapes you. He’s staring again. It was true that on occasion you’d mixed up a batch for your own spastic sleep schedule, but you didn’t think it was that strong. You lift your wrist to your nose and give it a curious sniff. Wally finally lets out a dry laugh in return. “... How do you feel? Sleepy?” You ask quietly, and tilt your head. Wally doesn’t move for a moment… Then he turns his face away from you guiltily, mumbling something under his breath. Oh, dear. You’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but you came prepared. You gently push the tray of mugs off to the side where they won’t be stepped on, and stand up. You can do this, you’re so brave, and you’re going to be so unbelievably normal about this. Wally is your very dear friend, and you’d done this with practically every other friend you had at this point. You could give him the courtesy, too, even if it made your brain swim and your stomach flop. Start small. You climb onto the bed, Wally sitting up with a start. He narrows his eyes at you defensively. You reach a hand towards him slowly, giving him a chance to pull away if he needs to, and brush the strands of hair out of his face. Your hand presses against his bare forehead. He hesitates a moment, before you feel him pressing back against it. You trace your thumb across his brow, and move your hand down slowly to cup his cheek. The tension in his shoulders all but disappears, and you can see his kitten grin broaden as he melts into your touch. You didn’t know how long you’d been holding your breath, but you finally release it in a soft sigh. You release him, and scooch yourself over to the head of the bed, making yourself comfortable before patting your lap. He blinks at you curiously. “I can’t take credit for this one,” You admit with a smile, “Poppy showed it to me. It’s scientifically proven to help you sleep, though. Promise.” You take his hand, and guide his head onto your lap. Hes stiff, gripping your previous gift in his hand so tight that you briefly worry that it might break. Luckily the tie holds, and slowly he relaxes. You tell him to close his eyes. He obliges. “... Can you sing me a lullaby?” He asks under his breath. Your cheeks flush, but you can’t possibly say no to such an adorable request. You bury your fingers in his hair, rubbing the top of his head with your thumb, and relaxing back onto the headboard before you start to sing to him, “If the stars were mine, I’d give them all to you,” Your voice is low and hoarse, still a little nervous that he was only joking, and that he’d pull away from you and laugh. That wasn’t the Wally Darling you knew, though, and you took his contented sigh as reason to continue, “I’d pluck them down right from the sky and leave it only blue… I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face, so when others would have rain clouds, you'd have only sunny days.” You can feel his smile at this against your lap. Somehow you knew he’d like this one. “If the stars were mine, I'd tell you what I'd do… I'd put the stars right in a jar and give them all to you…” His breathing is slow. Nearly there. You continue the hypnotising movement in your thumb, trying to keep your mind from dwelling on just how soft his hair is. “If the world was mine, I’d paint it gold and green~” Wally’s soft voice cuts through the darkness, and nearly scares you out of your felt. You hadn’t expected a reply, and you press your free hand against your chest to try and slow the rapid beating of your heart. “I’d make the oceans orange… For a brilliant colour scheme. I would colour all the mountains, make the sky forever blue, so the world would be a painting, and I’d live inside with you…” His arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled himself closer, making himself comfy closer to your tummy than your lap. You lift your chin to stare at the ceiling, trying to keep any bit of composure you have, for sleep’s sake. His voice was wavering, you could hear his exhaustion creeping through. “If the world was mine, I tell you what I’d do… I’d wrap the world in ribbons, and then give it all… to you…” He breathed the last line in a satisfied sign, nuzzling his head directly against you. His breathing slowed. His body fully relaxed. Finally, Wally Darling rested. (A/N: Another long one! I think we all deserve a nice rest tonight.) @elegantkidfansoul

[ladylooch]

For blub night, how about Timo and reader celebrating her birthday with their families and friends and during cake time, Timo surprises reader with matching Cartier white gold LOVE bracelets with diamonds (worth $12,700 each) and then proposes to her with a 10k diamond ring, which leaves reader in tears?

Look at you giving me a lil birthday gift 😘 I would literally die if someone gave that bracelet to me. It is so dreamy and expensive and indulgent. But not for Timo. The ring you can use your imagination with. But  if you think you’re imagining big.. go bigger. Because that’s what Timo thinks you deserve.

A bubble of happiness pinches your chest as you put your hand on Timo’s thigh. Tonight has been perfect. You're sitting at a table, on your birthday, with both of your families and closest friends. The Mediterranean Sea lazily laps at the beach below the restaurant. The warm summer air and sunset make for a perfect ending for your day. 

“Did you have a good day?” Timo asks you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. You turn to catch his mouth with yours. He smiles into your kiss, gently easing back with soft pecks before he awaits your answer.

“Best day.” You confirm. 

“You ready for your gift?”

“I feel like this was the gift?” You gesture to the expensive pasta and wine he bought for everyone. Plus, the pastry chef made a custom cake that will be making an appearance soon. 

“No way.” He snorts. “Not for your big birthday.” 

“You say that every year.”

“And every year it’s true.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the distinct, rich red box fro Cartier. Your group of loved ones is blissed out on great food and wine, not even paying attention to you. You grin as Timo pops the box open, showcasing the lavish and gorgeous LOVE bracelets. You’re pretty sure you’re going to swoon right off your seat. 

“One is for me.” He says quickly. 

“Oh my god…” You murmur as he takes yours out of the box. The bracelet comes with its own screwdriver to attach it to your wrist. He is delicate as he works at the small screws, tongue licking at his bottom lip in concentration. You stare at the top of his head as he works, relieved at how relaxed he looks. When you first got to the restaurant, he could barely sit still- legs bouncing, stretching his neck from side to side, talking privately with the staff members. It was all odd behavior. You’re happy to see him being more like himself. 

The sound of a sparkler igniting reaches your ears and you turn behind you, seeing the staff come forward with a huge cake. Timo brings your hand up to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles as you watch the approach of the giant pastry. In all the commotion, you don’t even catch that the inside of your bracelet has “Y/N Meier” engraved inside.

“T. This is too much.” You chuckle, looking back at him. You get serious when you see his face. A sincerity is lining his blue eyes and for some reason, even though you shouldn’t yet, you just know. You bring your expensive hand up to your mouth then watch with everyone else's undivided attention as he pushes his chair back to get on one knee in front of you. You squeeze your eyes shut, leaning forward to press your forehead into his shoulder. “Ohmygod.” You choke out, letting go of your mouth to hold his cheek to your temple.

“I love you so much…” He begins, then pushes out a heavy breath like he is struggling to speak. A slight quiver returns when his words do. “I knew you were the one the second our eyes locked in that crowded restaurant. What used to be a constant, unfulfilled search for the one ended in one glance. I didn’t even want to go out that night. I was so homesick. And you became the cure, baby.” He’s speaking in a quiet whisper that only you can hear. Each of his words tickles his lips against the shell of your ear. You pull back, wanting to see his face now that you've allowed your tears to break freely down your cheeks. “We've been planning it for years, so let’s get started on forever.” You grin, shoulders shaking as you begin to laugh excitedly. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You shriek, throwing yourself into his large body. He grips you tightly, holding onto the ring box that you haven’t even looked in yet.

It doesn’t matter. All that matters is it’s Timo asking.

"I love you. I love you. I love you.” You say against his mouth as you kiss desperately. Flashes are going. Video is being recorded. Strangers cheer. And loud booming fireworks blast off above the sea in celebration.

“Here.” Timo calls your face back to him as you feel something heavy slide onto your ring finger. You choke at the size of the diamond, looking at Timo. “It’s insured.” He calms your responsible brain. The band is simple, understated but so elegant. You don’t even have words to say. You’re trying to catch up to what is happening and soak everything in too. “You missed this.” He points down to your bracelet, showing you the engraved metal. Your eyes fill with tears at seeing your first name next to his last.

“T…” Is all that comes out of your mouth. He grins back at you, leaning in to kiss your lips again. This time, he absorbs your mouth, tongue swirling inside and tasting the champagne you had just toasted to for your birthday. “This is the best day of my life.” You finally tell him. 

“And you haven’t even seen the hotel yet.” He wiggles his thick brows. His mischievous face turns to watch the rest of the fireworks while you wonder how you two can sneak discreetly away.

[justme-1723]

Ep. 5 Ramblings (After watching it a second time)

- Protective Sand is so sexy. (This is important information and vital to the plot 🫣)

- The way Ray & Sand compliment each other is just *chefs kiss* (Sand is a natural caregiver and Ray wants/needs to be taken care of) Their sarcasm. The way they can banter back and forth. Sand knows when to tease him and Ray knows when to pout/give puppy eyes. Sand stands his ground and Ray gives in. Ugh, I could go on and on.

- Nick interrupting SandRay, but also leaving as quickly as possible because he ships it was king behavior.

- Ray eating his breakfast after Sand asks him to (even after he said he didn’t want it at first) was so 😩

- I’m not sure if anyone else noticed this… The face Ray made after Sand told him that he didn’t trust him with his life broke my fucking heart.

- Ray smiling after Sand helped him with his helmet (while Sand was facing away from him no less). You aren’t slick babe. We see those heart eyes 😻!

- The entire clothing store scene! Everything about it was perfect. That second outfit he chose for Ray was horrible and I wanted to rescue our sad meow meow.

- Mew is so fucking adorable. That’s it. That’s all I have to say.

- But seriously… Top seemed genuinely concerned for him and was also ready to destroy the person who almost ran Mew down. One point for Top.

- Nick & Boston were entirely too sweet the majority of the episode. I didn’t believe it, but I also couldn’t help loving it because Mark is just fucking precious.

- Nick changing his entire identity just to keep Boston interested was super depressing. It was also very realistic and relatable… I felt called out honestly.

- Summer. Sweet Summer. I just love that she backed off and didn’t make things awkward. I also found it interesting that Ray chose to tell Sand that he wasn’t flirting, just simply keeping her company. He then completely shifted his attention away from Summer once Sand returned and didn’t even notice that she left.

- I’ve said this before, but Ray looks so damn happy anytime he’s with Sand. He’s relaxed. He’s lighter. He smiles so big and bright. He just seems comfortable and free.

- The TopMew date was very interesting. Loads to unpack and I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about it. Something about them is just… off. I think it’s supposed to be this way. Like… Top says I love you first and I was so shocked. I literally couldn’t process it lol. I honestly have no idea if he was sincere or not.

- Boston wasn’t a dick to Mew when he called for advice about sleeping with Top. Good for you babe.

- Nick is helping with their graduation project? Like… it’s nice of him, but what the fuck?

- I know most people will disagree, but Top didn’t look happy at all when he saw Nick & Ton together. At first glance, I thought he was jealous, but also disgusted? But after watching the episode again I’m conflicted.

- The entire scene with Sand’s mom was amazing. She’s sort of a mess and I feel like there is a lot more to this part of the story, but I loved her so much. I do think Sand has had to take care of her for a big portion of his life. He said himself they are more like friends which is good and they clearly talk about everything, but it makes sense that he’s someone who needs to be in control because his childhood was probably chaotic.

- Ray sang a love song to Sand for his birthday. Okay bestie.

- They opened up to each other about their parents 😭😭😭😭😭!!! This scene was my favorite of the episode. They really took a huge step forward here in terms of trust & communication. (this brings me back to them wearing the exact same shoes in episode one. They might be from different financial backgrounds, but they are more alike than they know. They’ve walked similar paths. Blah blah you know what I’m trying to say!)

- Nick, sweetheart, love of my life. You just had to drag Boston up the steps and into your apartment?! You couldn’t let him suffer alone just this once?

- Sand & Ray being total boyfriends in front of Nick & Boston was just everything I ever wanted. I truly thought Ray was going to freak out when he realized Ton saw them, but he didn’t give a flying fuck and continued to be his clingy self with Sand right in front of their salad.

- I hate you, Boston. I also want to hug you because I think you hate yourself.

- The bed scene with Sand & Ray was devastating. Ray tried so hard to reach out, but Sand couldn’t take his hand. He has so much baggage surrounding whatever happened with his ex and Top, that I’m sure he felt so fucking stupid for letting it happen again. Like great I love someone else who doesn’t love me back. I just wanted to wrap him up and protect him from the world. My heart broke for Ray too. He started the process of moving forward only to have his past thrown back in his face. You could tell how bad he felt for Sand and how desperately he wanted to fix things.

- That final Happy Birthday was so unnecessary and I expect an apology from Khaotung and Jojo because watching First (yes I said First not Sand) shed that single tear was too much from me to handle.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

The way you write Deuce is just, *chef's kiss* i love it. it absolutely lives in my head rent-free.

So much so that i saw this tiktok of a pigeon sprinting with a leaf to gently put it on top of his mate sitting in her nest, and my first thought was, 'that's them. That's Deuce/MC. 💕💕'

Here's the video but i understand if you're hesistant to click on random links. I do hope you have a nice day btw ^ ^)

(https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8DbBeDw/)

AAAHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!

No but seriously Deuce 'his gaze softened' Spade is so loving and deserves so much love like I literally can't even explain.

First of all, that video is everything and it’s so Deuce coded I can’t even. Another animal couple I see would be this:

But, don't get me wrong, I would just like to go on the record and say that I've been watching a lot of dog videos and Deuce is 100% a dog: he's sweet, loyal, supportive, loving, protective - the complete package (though his eyes are much cuter). Just saying that he (and Jack) would be at the top of Crewel's list for approved boyfriends.

I mean as deranged as I am for him, I swear I can quit any time (I say as I stuff my shaking hands into my pockets and send multiple pictures of him flying out of my pocket)

He’s a perfect gentleman despite not being raised as one - and no I don’t mean in the literal sense, actual queen Mama Spade definitely raised her son to be chivalrous and kind and respectful to everyone. I mean he wasn’t raised to be a quintessential refined nobleman like Riddle or Malleus or Vil. He’s the only son of a single mother and as far as we know only his maternal grandmother is around (we don’t know if his father left or is dead but I subscribe to the headcanon that he was a jerk that left when Deuce’s mum was pregnant) so he’s never had an older male relative to look up to. Yet he still has all the traits that you’d see in Austen male leads - he's serious and straightforward, sort of soft spoken, he'll restrain his emotions, he's gentle (at most times), he canonically loves sappy romances, he’s got a strong moral compass and he has this sort of soft touch-starved vibe that I can't really explain.

But he's this sweet, considerate wholesome guy who gives it his all in everything despite his background and personality of an adrenaline-fuelled teenage boy. And he's very realistically (and very endearingly) a teenage boy: he's a troublemaker, he's rough around the edges, he makes mistakes even when his heart is in the right place, there are times where he can be slow on the uptake, he's aggressive, he thinks more with his fists and instincts and feelings than with his head, he's emotional and will lash out if he sees injustice, he's not afraid to use dirty tactics, he was literally in a gang, he's impulsive and reckless and literally itching for a fight. But he’s still as much of a man of honour as Mr Darcy or Captain Wentworth. And e's so loving and he's so sincere and he tries so hard I just-

(I want to kiss him on the mouth)

I just think it's really sweet that the same guy who could violently beat up like five guys bigger than him without a thought would instantly turn into a blushing puddle if you so much as held his hand and follow you around with a wide eyed awestruck look like a lost puppy or baby duckling.

I love to say that the reader is his salvation, his angel, his light and it comes from his inner shame at his past. Yes, he's bettering himself to atone for all the hurt his mother went through but he also really wants to prove to be someone worthy of being at your side. You're his apricity and he loves you more than anything.

He’s very sword and shield coded (though, I’d say he’s less of a shield and more of a sword - Jack seems to fit the shield motif more to me). He's very honour bound and duty driven and he gives me the vibes of those loyal knights you get in period stories.

And I guess that's what appeals to me. Bad boys are literally my least favourite trope in modern fiction and I get irked at practically every broody, angsty 'I hate the world' male love interest I come across (usually because the good boy second ml is so much better but my sister says that red flags are much more interesting than boring green flags so...). But Deuce, my man, my deuce box. He's a (former) bad boy that ticks all of the green flag boxes. He's not a bad boy with a hidden soft side, he's a soft boy with a (not-so-hidden) bad side.

He's not rude and snarky, he's kind and respectful. He doesn't have a problem with authority or hate his parents, one of his main character traits is his healthy love for his mother and he has a high opinion of his upperclassmen and the adults around him and he takes his studies seriously even when he's not good at them. He doesn't hide behind an arrogant facade, he's genuine and sincere to everyone he meets. Yes, he has an innate attraction for violence but instead of acting on it, he spends his time sating his love for adrenaline by speeding along on his magical wheel and joining the most athletic club in the school. He wouldn't tease you for your interests, you could spend hours babbling about your rock collection and he'd be completely rapt.

He's like the perfect dichotomy of the bad boy trope and the wholesome cinnamon roll good boy trope. Like one second he and you are engaged in the 'no you're cuter' or 'no you hang up' cycle on the phone and the next second your arms are wrapped around his torso and your wearing his leather jacket as he does the akira slide on his magical wheel.

Anyway I could go on for ages but instead have Deuce Vibes tumblr text post:

(Censored by moi)

P.S. I’ve been watching a lot of Ace edits and like 😳🥰 that boy ❤️ People make so many jokes about Malleus not getting invited to the meeting where the Disney executives explain twst is not an otome game but like Ace got the invitation and glanced at it for 0.345 seconds before ripping it into shreds, tossing the pieces into a blender, throwing the blender into a fire and then nuking the fireplace.

[ofthemorningstars]

One Step at a Time (Part 2)

TerzOmega ~ Smut ~ Domestic Fluff ~ Resurrection AU 3.8k words Part 1 Ao3 Version Following the birth of their first child, Terzo and Omega get some much-needed alone time.

Content Warning: mentions of implied mpreg(cis) ---

“I made all of your favorites, just the way you like them.” Indeed, he had. Spread out before him were french toast with powdered sugar and real maple syrup on the side, extra crispy bacon, a mushroom and chive omelet with swiss cheese, orange juice, and a cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso. Omega knew him very well, and evidently this morning he had decided to absolutely spoil him. Terzo gave him a wide grin, returning the kiss on the cheek. “You shouldn’t have, amore,” Terzo told him sincerely, more than just a formality. 

“Hush. You’re always taking care of everyone else, let me take care of you. You deserve it.” “But you always take care of me, Omega–” Terzo’s protests were interrupted with a kiss, Omega’s tongue a welcome intrusion. Terzo’s eyes fluttered closed, losing himself to the moment. It wasn’t until Terzo’s stomach growled that they broke apart, Omega pulling away with a chuckle. He cupped Terzo’s face in his hands, rubbing Terzo’s nose with his own before pressing their foreheads together. It was clear that he didn’t want to stop any more than Terzo did, but Terzo knew Omega well enough to know that he couldn’t get out of eating even if he wanted to. 

“Eat,” Omega urged softly, just as Terzo had expected. Terzo reluctantly obeyed, withdrawing from Omega’s grasp and taking a bite. He groaned at the taste, only now realizing how hungry he was. He had been the one to teach Omega to cook, but Omega was a fast learner, like with most things, and had picked it up easily, quickly surpassing Terzo’s own skill level. 

Omega would never admit that he was a better chef than Terzo, devouring anything Terzo put in front of him like he was a starved man. Terzo felt like he should’ve found it patronizing, but instead felt it incredibly endearing. Omega had insisted that they alternate cooking, to keep it fair, but Terzo found his own meals very underwhelming in comparison to what his husband was capable of. He was grateful that Omega had been the one to make breakfast this morning. Everything in front of him was perfect. Omega took the fork, taking over feeding him. Terzo protested, feeling silly, but Omega wasn’t taking no for an answer, covering his face and neck and shoulders with kisses all the while. Terzo felt absolutely spoiled rotten. 

“Mmm, what did I do to deserve such a doting husband?” Terzo asked between bites, trying not to giggle as Omega’s lips tickled at the spot just below his ear. “You don’t have to do anything other than be yourself, and yet you do everything anyway,” Omega hummed against his skin. “You deserve so much more than I could ever give you.” The tone of his voice was sincere, serious. Terzo didn’t know how to respond, so he let Omega feed him another bite.

When Terzo was full, he pushed Omega’s hand away, taking one last sip of his coffee before leaning back, sighing and closing his eyes. He hadn’t felt so relaxed in such a long time. “Are you sure you’re done?” “Sì.” Terzo took Omega’s much larger hand in his own, looking up into his eyes. “Thank you, Omega.” He brought Omega’s hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. Omega grinned wide, kissing him on the forehead before cleaning up, taking the tray back to the kitchen. Terzo hauled himself out of bed, going to brush his teeth and start getting ready for the day. Terzo had just finished with his mouthwash when Omega walked through the bathroom door, no longer wearing his robe. Terzo raised an eyebrow at him in the mirror, which Omega ignored in favor of wrapping his arms around Terzo’s waist. His lips quickly found their way back to Terzo’s neck, kissing tenderly along his scar. Terzo shivered. One of Omega’s hands glided its way down Terzo’s stomach, stopping just below the dip of his hip bone, just shy of where Terzo wanted it. Omega caught Terzo’s gaze in the mirror, holding it for a long moment. “You’re beautiful, Terzo,” Omega breathed against Terzo’s skin. “So beautiful... Such a good husband.” His hand teased ever so slightly lower, kissing his way down Terzo’s shoulder. Terzo held his breath. “Such a good lover…” Omega cupped Terzo, delicately running his clawed fingers along sensitive skin. Terzo gasped softly, bucking into Omega’s touch as he felt himself stir. He turned his head, lips seeking and being swiftly met, stoking a different kind of hunger within him. Omega continued to play with him, teasing him, and was quickly rewarded, Terzo soon hard and throbbing in his hand. Omega chuckled darkly into Terzo’s mouth, stroking Terzo tenderly as his breathing grew ragged. “Omega, I–” Terzo started, but he was cut off by Omega’s tongue twining with his own. Too soon, Omega let his hand fall away as he led Terzo back to their bedroom. When they reached the bed, Omega stalked towards him, climbing over him and backing Terzo up against the headboard. Omega attacked his mouth, kissing with a fervor that they hadn’t had the opportunity to indulge in for quite some time, before traveling down his body. By the time Omega’s tongue was swirling around Terzo’s nipple, Terzo was gasping, dripping, aching for more. Omega’s mouth made a detour for Terzo’s other nipple, humming when Terzo squirmed under his ministrations, before continuing on its path. His forked tongue came out to dip into Terzo’s navel, placing lingering kisses down the trail of dark hair leading between the v of his hips. “So beautiful…” Omega praised him over and over like a prayer, breath hot on Terzo’s skin. Terzo whined, eyes heavily lidded as Omega moved closer and closer to where he wanted him. When Omega gave a long lick up Terzo’s shaft, he was rewarded with the sound of Terzo crying out, unable to stop himself. Omega’s hand carefully cradled Terzo’s balls, and Terzo threw his head back, biting his lip hard.

Omega kissed Terzo’s tip lovingly before sinking his entire cock into his mouth, ever mindful of his fangs. Terzo groaned, low and long, one hand flying to the back of Omega’s head while the other clawed at the sheets. His fingers found Omega’s horns, his hair, gripping tightly as Omega began to bob, working Terzo expertly with lips and tongue, trailing over veins and dancing around his tip. Omega’s hands began to wander, claws tracing everywhere within his reach, biting into hips and tickling over soft inner thighs. Eventually they slipped underneath Terzo’s ass, settling for cupping his cheeks, thumbs smoothing over sensitive skin. Terzo was breathing heavily through his mouth when Omega’s eyes fluttered open to meet his. Omega held Terzo’s gaze for a long moment before winking at him, closing his eyes once more in concentration as he worked Terzo even harder. Terzo whimpered, wriggling in Omega’s hold. Omega’s spaded tail swayed back and forth. “Ah– Omega… Let me feel you…” Terzo pleaded, almost too winded to get the words out. Omega noticeably shivered, tightening his grip on Terzo’s ass. A tendril of Omega’s quintessence brushed against Terzo’s mind, asking, and Terzo eagerly let him in, connecting them on a deeper level than just physical once again. The feeling to Terzo was one of instant relief, as though a missing part of him had just returned. 

Omega moaned around him, claws digging, his senses flooded with Terzo’s pleasure. Terzo felt Omega’s own aching need and would have felt sorry for him, were Terzo himself not so desperately aroused by it. He thought about the sensation of having Omega’s cock buried deep within him, and it was Omega’s turn to whimper, grinding down on the bed, seeking any friction he could get.

They were caught in a feedback loop of pleasure, becoming more and more hopelessly turned on by the other. Omega’s grinding found a steady pace, and Terzo bucked into his mouth, spurring him into working him faster. Terzo tried to praise Omega through gritted teeth but was unable to find his voice, instead running his free hand through his own hair, trying to steady his swimming mind. Omega didn’t need him to speak the praise to hear it, flooding his own love and appreciation through Terzo. Terzo’s face grew hot, tears stinging behind his eyes. When Terzo could feel himself coming close to his limit, he worked hard to amplify his pleasure and project it onto Omega, the way that he’d so often experienced Omega do to him. Omega exhaled hard through his nose, eyes squeezing tightly shut as he tried to hang on to his composure. 

Terzo tried to visualize all of the things he’d do to Omega later, relishing being able to tease him with his thoughts alone and wanting to drag Omega along into oblivion with him. Omega, though caught off guard, did the same to Terzo, his thoughts full of passion and promise and love. It was all too much for Terzo to handle, and he came into Omega’s mouth with a wailing moan, chest heaving. Omega nearly choked as Terzo yanked him off the edge with him, bucking hard into the mattress, his release trapped between his stomach and the blankets. He let Terzo go, gasping for air as his head came to rest on Terzo’s hip, gazing up him in awe. When Terzo opened his eyes and caught Omega staring, he blushed, feeling much more sheepish than made sense for what they had just done, or for how long they had been together. Omega kissed Terzo’s hip bone, giving Terzo a wolfish grin when he finally glanced back down at him. Terzo ran his fingers through Omega’s hair, in part an apology for having gripped so hard. Omega caught his hand and placed a kiss to his palm, and the message was clear: there was nothing to apologize for. 

Omega took a few minutes to recover, his head resting on Terzo’s belly, a position he’d grown so familiar with in the months leading up to the birth of their daughter. He pressed a kiss to the scar he found there before extricating himself from Terzo’s legs, forcing himself off the bed. Terzo watched as he stripped the blankets, tossing them into the hamper. Terzo didn’t bother to hide his sadness when he saw Omega disappear down the hall to the linen closet, letting it ring out over their remaining bond unashamedly, despite knowing it to be irrational.  His clingy afterglow hormones were out in full force. He felt Omega’s guilt in return, far too lovestruck to ever be annoyed by Terzo’s neediness. 

Omega reappeared, hurriedly spreading the blanket out over the bed, crawling under it next to Terzo, eyes asking for forgiveness for leaving. Terzo caught him by the mouth, humming as he tasted himself on Omega’s lips. Their fingers twined together, holding hands under the covers, Terzo running his thumb along Omega’s. Omega was the one to pull away, sighing blissfully as he tucked Terzo’s head under his chin. They were quiet for a minute, thoughtful. “Every day I get with you is the best day of my life,” Omega said softly, breaking the silence. Terzo could feel Omega’s affection radiating through the last threads of their connection, quintessence receding from the edges of his mind but not gone entirely. Terzo was too choked up to speak, so he kissed Omega’s throat in answer. 

“I know you want to be everything for everyone, and you are. You are, mio amato. But you need to let others carry some of the weight,” Omega cautioned, treading carefully. “That’s why we had Primo come get Star for a little while, to give you a break. You have been so frazzled. So overworked.” Terzo frowned, opening his mouth to speak, but Omega cut him off. “Amore, you’ve barely even been sleeping at all these last few months. I know you don’t want to take your eyes off of her, but I promise you, no one is going to let anything happen to her. She is so very loved and protected. It’s ok to relax. You're a good Papa.” Terzo smiled as Omega traced a hand up and down his spine. “I’ve missed you,” Omega admitted, drawing him closer.

Terzo didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. He knew Omega could feel the remorse emanating from him in waves. He chose to nuzzle his face against Omega instead, nodding. He would try to relax. He had just been so afraid of losing everything all over again, especially when there was so much more at stake now. Omega kissed the crown of Terzo’s head, making it clear that he passed no judgment, held no ill will. Omega pulled away from their embrace reluctantly after a moment, reaching to retrieve a book from his nightstand. It was one that they had been working on together, Omega reading to him at night to help him fall asleep. Terzo began to protest, not wanting to sleep away their time together, but Omega shushed him, running his claws through Terzo’s hair soothingly. “You don’t have to go to sleep, tesoro. Just let me read to you.” Omega’s warmth was already threatening to lull him into a mid-morning nap, full and satisfied as he was, but he fought hard to keep his eyes open. Terzo felt Omega’s quintessence reach out to him again, brushing gently against his mind like a caress. Omega was about half a page in when the world went dark. 

When he opened his eyes again to the sound of an alarm blaring, Omega’s face was a mask of peace, mere inches away from his own. He cherished the moment, drinking in as much of Omega’s sleeping form as he could before he inevitably began to stir. It wasn’t until Terzo realized why the alarm was sounding that he began to fully wake up, his heart racing. It was time to go get little Starlight! 

Forgetting the previous moment’s reverence, he hastily shook Omega awake before bounding out of bed, rifling through their wardrobe. His entire body was buzzing, both with eagerness and anxiety. Omega groaned, rubbing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Terzo set Omega’s clothes down on the bed beside him, throwing a pair of socks at his face for good measure when Omega didn’t get up quickly enough for his liking. Omega grumbled. 

As soon as they were dressed, Terzo hurried them out the door, nearly dragging Omega by the hand in his haste. He was sure they raised more than a few eyebrows in the process, but he didn’t care. Their relationship wasn’t exactly a secret anymore, not since his resurrection. While the stigma surrounding ghouls, and especially fraternizing with them, was still very much a thing, their caste had been broken, and they were officially to be treated as equals within the ministry. Terzo had made sure of that, using every ounce of power and sway he still possessed. Copia, to his credit, had never once protested. Besides, it was hard to keep a relationship with a ghoul a secret when you literally birthed a ghoul kit, and Terzo absolutely refused to sequester their child away. Given his and Omega’s respective physical anatomies, that was something that had to have been anything but accidental. Terzo held his head high, giving Omega a peck on the cheek for good measure when a passing gaggle of siblings stared a bit too long. Omega blushed, preening a little.

When Primo’s door was in sight, Terzo’s heart started fluttering. He couldn’t separate the excitement from the anxiety. Surely, the rational part of his brain thought, he had no reason to be anxious, and yet his mind was racing with a thousand possibilities as to what he would find within those chambers. He knew Primo would have called if something had happened, but he couldn’t stop the worry. He knocked sharply with a shaking hand, impatiently tapping his foot after a few seconds had passed. Omega put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. Terzo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. 

After an agonizing minute, Terzo was just about to knock again, wondering if the old man had heard him, but the door flew open as he raised his fist. Primo opened his mouth in greeting, but Terzo pushed past him, looking around until he spotted his precious little ghoul playing with her toys on a blanket in the middle of the sitting room floor. Terzo swiftly crossed the room to her, wasting no time in scooping her up in his arms. 

“Ah, la mia bellissima bambina!” Terzo crowed, holding her up above his head and drinking in the sight of her before smothering her with kisses. Starlight giggled. Omega wasn’t far behind, giving Terzo a moment with their daughter before reaching for her.

At first Terzo refused, selfishly pulling her closer to his body, but he quickly remembered the conversation they’d had that morning. He felt guilty for his reaction, handing her over to her Daddy, who proceeded to smother her with kisses as well. Starlight squealed with delight, the sound of her laughter music to Terzo’s ears. “Did you have a good time with Uncle Primo, sweetie? Daddy and Papa missed you so much,” Omega cooed at her. She babbled back. Terzo resisted the urge to interrogate Primo about their time together, instead simply asking how things went, deciding to keep the question open-ended. Terzo had been hoping for a play by play, but got a shrug instead. “She’s a good kid, she behaved well,” was all Terzo got out of him. Terzo frowned; she was six months old, of course she was a good kid! He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, deciding to take the high road. He thanked Primo for caring for Star, skipping over the pleasantries in his need to go home and make up for the quality family time that they had missed. He had gathered Starlight’s belongings and was about to pull Omega out the door when Primo stopped them. “Don’t you need this?” Primo held out the baby carrier with a shit eating grin plastered to his face. “You might drop her.” 

Terzo made a face, about to chew him out, when Omega elbowed him in the ribs. “Of course, how could we have forgotten? Thank you for the reminder,” Omega said politely. 

Omega handed the infant to Primo, Terzo grumbling under his breath as he helped Omega don the contraption. In truth, they rarely used it, preferring to simply hold her rather than mess with all of the straps and buckles. Terzo pretended to know what he was doing, not wanting to admit that he had merely been giving Primo a hard time the day before. When Starlight was secured, Terzo hurried them back to their chambers, happy to be reunited again and wanting to get back to their usual routine. The rest of their day was quiet and peaceful, Terzo cuddling with the baby on the floor until she got fussy and squirmed out of his hold, wanting to play. Omega lay on his back next to them on the hardwood, just basking in the happiness that he could feel radiating off of the two most important people in his life. When Starlight decided to break away from her Papa for the time being, Terzo joined Omega, resting his head on his shoulder while he kept an eye on her. 

When it was her nap time and the little ghoul inevitably got cranky, Terzo hauled himself to his feet, sore from all the time spent on the floor. He walked her around their cozy little suite, bouncing her and singing softly until her eyelids got heavy. He gently set her down in her crib, trying hard not to wake her. When he returned to the sitting room, Omega had gotten up and was staring at him, a warm smile on his face. Terzo sat down next to Omega on the sofa, letting Omega wrap an arm around his shoulders. Terzo craned his face up, stealing a kiss. “What are you staring at?” Terzo said playfully, rubbing a hand across Omega’s chest. “My whole world,” Omega replied sincerely. Terzo’s face flushed, and they kissed again, this time until Terzo had to break away to catch his breath. They curled up together under a blanket, watching the movie that Omega had picked out for the night before until they heard a cry from the other room. Terzo started to get up, but Omega put his hand on Terzo’s leg. He smiled up at Omega gratefully, leaning back and closing his eyes. Before he knew it, Omega had returned, this time with Starlight in tow. They finished the movie together, their daughter sleeping soundly on Omega’s chest. Omega cooked dinner that night despite Terzo’s objections that it was his turn. Terzo fed Starlight, only picking at his own food until Omega gave him a look. Terzo cleaned his plate then. Once Starlight was down for the night, Omega drew a bath, working hard to talk Terzo into joining him. He could bring the baby monitor, Omega reminded him. Everything would be fine. Terzo was grateful that he agreed, once he sank into the water and felt Omega’s arms snake around him. Maybe they really could make this a regular part of their routine, Terzo thought out loud. Omega agreed, reminding him of how anxious he’d been when they transitioned Starlight to her crib in her nursery, rather than sleeping in a bassinet by their bed. Terzo remembered how well that had worked out, how necessary it had ended up being for her to get a proper night’s sleep due to Terzo’s frequent night terrors. Terzo had felt selfish for putting her in another room, away from her parents, but really it had been what everyone needed. The thought of her growing and changing was bittersweet. Yes, of course he wanted her to become strong and independent, but a part of him was reluctant to leave behind her baby days. They had waited so long to be able to start a family, had believed it would never happen for them. Every moment was precious to him, and he felt like they were going by so fast.

Omega could feel the sadness pouring out of him and asked to connect with his quintessence, concerned. Terzo agreed, feeling bad for worrying him over something so silly. Omega ran a hand up and down Terzo’s arm, assuring him that he wasn’t being silly at all. Omega felt the same way, wanting to cherish the time that their daughter was still small as much as they could. It was then that Omega caught an errant thought, one that Terzo couldn’t hide no matter how hard he tried, one that had crossed his mind a lot lately. Terzo felt his face heat up as Omega’s arms tightened around him; he had been thinking about wanting to have another baby. To Terzo’s surprise, Omega hummed in agreement, but tried to temper Terzo’s enthusiasm. 

“One step at a time, tesoro,” Omega chuckled, placing a kiss to the top of Terzo’s head. “One step at a time.”

[the-girl-with-starry-eyes]

Bliss (Toji x Reader)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Toji and I had planned a cozy and romantic day at his home. As we entered the house, the familiar scent of books and warmth enveloped us. Toji's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he couldn't hide his affection as he took my hand."Together at last," Toji said, his voice filled with anticipation. "I've been looking forward to this day with you."

I smiled, feeling a surge of happiness. "Me too, Toji. It's always the perfect escape being here with you."

Toji led me into the living room, where a soft glow emanated from the fireplace. He gestured for me to take a seat on the plush couch, and he settled in beside me.

"This feels just right," Toji remarked, his eyes fixed on me. "No distractions, just you and me."

I nodded, my heart fluttering at his words. "It's moments like these that make me cherish our connection even more."

As we snuggled together on the couch, our fingers entwined, the atmosphere became infused with a sense of comfort and intimacy. The silence was companionable, but we also relished in the joy of shared conversations and laughter.

"You know," Toji said, his voice laced with affectionate humor, "I still can't believe I found someone who appreciates my terrible jokes as much as you do."

I giggled, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Your jokes may be terrible, but they always manage to make me smile. That's why I love them."

Toji's hand gently traced circles on my back, his touch soothing and reassuring. "And I love the way your laughter fills the room. It's one of the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard."

As evening approached, Toji suggested we cook dinner together. We stood side by side in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and sharing playful banter. The sounds of our laughter filled the air, creating a joyful melody that echoed through the house."Who knew you were such a great cook?" I teased, playfully nudging him.Toji smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I have a few hidden talents, you know. You're lucky to have me."

Finally, we sat down at the dining table, our faces beaming with satisfaction and anticipation. The candlelight danced around us as we savored each bite, reveling in the flavors and the shared experience.

"You truly have a talent in the kitchen, Toji," I remarked, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Perhaps I should appoint you as my personal chef."

Toji chuckled, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "Only if you promise to be my taste tester for life."

As the night grew darker, Toji suggested we take a moonlit stroll in the garden. Hand in hand, we wandered through the serene landscape, moonlight casting a soft glow upon us.

"This moment feels like a dream," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Toji pulled me closer, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's not a dream, (Name). It's our reality, and I couldn't be happier."

Underneath the twinkling stars, Toji and I found ourselves drawn into an embrace, our lips meeting in a gentle and passionate kiss. The world around us disappeared as we lost ourselves in the moment, knowing that this connection was something truly special.

Returning to Toji's home, we found solace in each other's arms, cherishing the quiet moments and the promises of a future built on love and shared experiences. The night enveloped us, filled with whispered words of affection and tender caresses.

Together, Toji and I sank into the comfort of his embrace, knowing that we had found a sanctuary in each other's arms.

[solomons-poison]

Oh my goodness im so sorry i got the numbers wrong! I meant the one over dinner so sorry

You're totally fine!! I just wanted to make sure I had the number right or if you were requesting two, etc. But yes cooking with Gojo sounds cute, I love a little domesticity with him~ He really deserves a break and some love 🥺

Gojo Satoru x GN!reader

♡ sharing a kiss over a dinner

With teaching his students and being the most powerful sorcerer out there, Gojo didn't often have time for domestic bliss. Dates were hard to come by, always being busy with ever-present threats and curses, plus having to teach and protect his students. So, most of your intimate moments were sweet but ultimately short. When he did find the time to spend with you, he always sought out doing things that would keep him close to your side, something that would let him just bask in your presence and your attention while he could. You were such a major source of relief for him, to not be the most powerful sorcerer for once, but instead simply be a man in love named Gojo Satoru.

That's what led to him suggesting cooking together tonight, something simple but that you could do together. You couldn't be sure on his cooking skills, never having had the opportunity to test it beforehand. But the anticipation and eagerness in his eyes easily convinced you, your boyfriend clearly excited about the idea of cooking side by side. When you accepted, you were sure that if he had a tail, he'd be wagging it at high speed with how happy he was.

It was a bit of a rough start at first, bumping into each other in your small kitchen, figuring out how to designate tasks and when to start each part of the dish. But rather quickly, things sorted themselves. You never would have guessed it, and you had a tiny hunch you were an exception to the rule, but Gojo was excellent at following your orders. When asked to dice something, he complied. When asked to crack some eggs, he asked how many. It wasn't long before your home was filled with a delicious aroma of the dish you'd chosen.

You'd honestly expected a little more trouble when it came to Gojo, someone with a knack for all manner of jokes and talk back, but he was the perfect sous chef. When you'd finally reached the end stages of cooking, taking a moment to relax against the counter as you waited for the timer to end, Gojo couldn't help but come over beside you. The entire time cooking, you'd felt his gaze on you, but of course you could never catch him in the act. But he didn't hide it now, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

The way he watched you, this overwhelming sense of love and appreciation, it never failed to get your heart racing. As he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, you were convinced he would hear your loud heartbeat over the sound of your dishes cooking. But almost as if he read your mind and your worries, he pulled your hand up to his chest where you could feel his heart racing in time with yours. It was a wordless but sincere connection, just a moment where only you two existed in the universe, two halves of a whole just enjoying this brief moment of respite together. It was temporary, and quickly fleeting. But that's why, when the opportunity afforded itself, Gojo made sure you knew just how much he loved you, his personal home.

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