#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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[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.

[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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Send me a type of kiss and a character!

[mguvmii]

Hey, can I get hcs or story (your preference) of the first date+them asking the reader to be their girlfriend for Undertaker and Sebastian? Thanks!

🗯️ 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝖮𝖥 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 : 𝖲𝖤𝖡𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖠𝖭 & 𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖱 𝖥𝖤𝖬 𝖲/𝖮 • ୨ ࣪ ✶

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-> 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌.

-> 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 , 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽! 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 , 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌.

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🕷️ . 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍

FIRST DATE..! 

- The first date Sebastian ever takes you on would be absolutely perfect. Sebastian is known to do everything with perfection so a first date with him would be wonderful. 

- It’s at the manor though. Sebastian never strays far from Ciel, unless ordered, but nonetheless, the demon makes it work and the manor is really beautiful. (He also got permission from Ciel to have an evening to himself with you.) 

- He’s an absolute gentleman when it comes down to it. He’s new to this whole romance thing. Demons don’t romance, they mate but spending so much time with the humans made him understand human romance customs. He really likes you, so it’s only natural that he wants things to go well with no mishaps. 

- It’s a simple evening: Dinner that’s made by him and it tastes divine. He’s the perfect chef. The atmosphere is relaxed and carefree. You two are actually very comfortable in each other’s presence and finding things to talk about isn’t difficult. It goes well and the two of you have a good time. 

- He follows up the dinner with a walk through the gardens. The manor prides itself on its flowers and trees. While the two of you walk, Sebastian won’t initiate anything physical unless you do it first. He doesn’t want to scare you away. 

- The evening ends with the two of you bidding each other goodnight...but not before he ends up kissing you. The kiss is sweet and unrushed, timed perfectly. First date was a memory you’ll always cherish. 

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ASKING YOU TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND..!

- Before he asks you the big question, the two of you would go on several more dates and outings. After the 10th date, then he’d pop the big question on you. He wants to make sure you’re the one for him first before committing. 

- Sebastian is the type to ask you when you two are doing something alone, such as cleaning the library or tending to the garden. He doesn’t think the question should be such a big gesture, yet that doesn’t make him not hesitant on asking you- you could very well say no. 

- When he finally does ask you though, he makes sure that you know he’s sincere and genuine, taking the time to look you in the eye. (Once a demon mates, it’s for life. He makes sure this is what you want.)

- Of course, you say yes to him. There’s no one else you’d want. it’d be a casual but warming gesture that leaves you blushing and smiling. 

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🦇. 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑

FIRST DATE..! 

- The first date with Undertaker is not normal to put it frankly. He is not the type to go out to a restaurant, or get dressed up. He doesn’t make an appearance in society often, if at all unless required. 

- That being said, his first date with you would consist of having a small dinner in the dining room of the parlor, or he would ask you out for a walk that would just so happen be around a graveyard or somewhere silent where he’s comfortable. 

- You don’t mind this at all. Your curiosity and the comfortable state of being surrounded by death and creepy things is what drew him to you in the first place. The two of you were like two peas in a pod, except that one is a reaper and immortal. 

- Elaborating on the second point: I hc that this man isn’t terrible at cooking, but he’s not the best either. It’s mediocre, but it’s made with care and is edible. He attempts to make something for the two of you and it goes pretty well. 

- During the first date, he thinks that this is the best time to tell you what he is. He doesn’t want to keep lying to you it’s just not fair, and this relationship he wants to pursue needs to have some honesty. He really wants you to understand what he is, and if you’re willing to keep dating him despite him not being human. 

- It’s hard at first, but you accept him as the reaper he is. Your feelings do not change at all, but it does bring you some sadness realizing he’s immortal and will outlive you. Despite that, the first date between you two is unique and fun. The Undertaker has a wonderful sense of humor that makes you laugh. 

- Really, there’s nothing he enjoys more than your company. The first date goes really well and more follows. ( He won’t show you his eyes until the third or fourth date though, and he won’t tell you his plans for reviving corpses ever sorry.) 

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ASKING YOU TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND..!

- Again, like Sebastian, he won’t ask the question after the first few dates. It takes a great deal of more dates before he finds the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend. 

- Half of it is because he doesn’t want to scare you off, and the other half is that he knows you’re human, so you won’t have forever with him. It saddens him, therefore delaying asking you the question out of his turmoil. 

- He does ask though, but only after he makes sure that you still want to be with him under the circumstances. You do not have forever with him, and the two of you understand that. When he asks the question, he will be standing close to you. He enjoys the closeness. 

- He will also hold your hands both for his comfort and yours. This is one of the first few times where he will show you his eyes. He wants you to know that he’s serious about you- about your relationship. 

- He will ask you straight up if you want to be his girlfriend- he’ll tell you how he feels, which is rare. 

- Of course, even though you and him are different life-wise, there’s no one else you’d rather be with than him. Undertaker is and will be your one and only. You take pride in being called his girlfriend, and you’re his number one defender. 

[einloukrativesangebot]

January 2024 Destiel Fic Recs

Here are some of my favourite Destiel fics posted in January 2024. The point of this rec list is to shine light on some new fics that otherwise might go drowing in the ocean of Destiel fics on ao3.

cure of all, this fruit divine by hurtygurdyman

Father, I am sorry my nature does not come easily to me. I know neither how I was made nor why I feel so alone.Cas draws a line in the soil that will one day become the Mississippi River. He looks up at God with a feeling in his gut he doesn’t want to name. spnflash day 4: envy.

This one is very short and poetic. (868 words)

i'm half-doomed, and you're semi-sweet by 13zepptraxx

“Thanks,” he whispers still, allowing Castiel’s hand to reside on the side of his face. He could shrug it away, and he knows he probably should, because right now he and Cas are tiptoeing along a line set a long time ago, one that they both silently agreed they should never cross. Across this line is uncharted waters, unknown consequences, no semblance of what will become; but it’s important to note that Dean wants to cross that line, all the time, every single day. He yearns so badly for it; so he’s taking this moment, this blurring of the line. Tomorrow they can go back to only looking at one another when the other is looking elsewhere, and stealing touches in the form of healing or in a quick pat on the shoulder that turns into a balled fist as they walk away. Tonight, Dean will allow himself to be weak.

Everything about this fic is just perfect. The fucking hours I spend going through every fic posted in january were worth it just for this one, honestly. (1,642 words)

What a Brave Little Ant You Are by withthekeyisking

The first time man-in-charge Cas shows up at Bobby's place, Dean promptly flips the fuck out and shoots him.By the fourth time, Dean doesn't bother reaching for his gun.

Season 7 godstiel, very interesting dynamic. (2,320 words)

Baker Company Pie by S1nging_Y0u_S0ftly

Castiel remembers a recipe from the Great Depression, and decides to bake it for Dean. It's a water pie, something he'd had a few times as a child and remembers it being edible. It will have to do.

This is a coda fic for Ninety One Whiskey, and if I loved 91w as much as I did, you'll love this one as well. (2,570 words)

Nobody Here But Us Chickens by ImYourHoneyBee

Dean has been trying out endearments inside his head for years. He can’t help it. Some sentences feel wrong on his tongue without one, the unsaid words jumping over themselves to leap out of his mouth like living things. It took him a long time to label it love, but what else could the urge be when Cas makes him feel so much? When Cas is hurt, Dean's gruff, “You good?” needs a comma and a ‘sweetheart’ at the end. Calling out in a dank, dusty storage room for a hand with hauling boxes or needing a clarifying eye on an obscure, potentially magical trinket wants to start with a questioning, “Hey, honey?” He can almost taste it, dripping off his tongue sweet and wanting, casual in its intimacy. Sometimes, Dean slips up. “Good morning, sunshine,” while passing Cas a doctored-up cup of coffee in his favourite mug has become a morning ritual. It’s innocuous enough to get away with if he doesn’t think about it too hard. Sometimes, he tries his best to make it sarcastic, but it inevitably comes out too sincere. Cas hasn't caught on yet, though, and Sam has stopped shooting him questioning side-eyes, so Dean's pretty sure he's pulling it off. The problem is that it’s not enough. It’s never enough. 

Very fluffy, they are soo soft in this, I love it. (4022 words)

45 by soft_pine

Dean's 4th, 5th, and 45th birthdays.

The contrast between those birthdays just chef's kiss! (1,158 words)

found it here in your love by nevernevergirl

Dean's birthday doesn't go as planned. Cas is definitely not throwing a tantrum about it. (In which learning to live your life after nearly two decades of saving the actual world is a process. They're doing it together, though.)

Another Dean's birthday fic, I actually read this one his birthday :). (2,779 words)

Don’t Let the Sound (of Your Own Wheels) Drive You Crazy by Eightbitpale

Like a crazy person, like this is new information, Dean thinks: there’s an angel of the lord in my passenger seat. One day I brought him home with me and he hasn’t left since. Cas sighs loudly, and turns a little in his seat to look at Dean head on.

“You’re thinking very loudly.”

“Don’t read my thoughts, Cas”, Dean replies on autopilot, knowing even as he says it that that’s not what the angel meant. There’s a beat of silence between them where Cas just lets the tension hang, knowing all too well that the steely look he’s currently beaming into the side of Dean’s head is enough to make him crack eventually. Dean cracks. “I guess I was just thinking that some shit never changes, y’know?”Its been a long drive. Dean is thinking loudly.

I love the way this one was written, the atmosphere was really special.(3,917 words)

I (22m) am concerned about a coworker (30sm) but am wary of getting too involved in his life by bitterred

A coworker at the Gas-N-Sip that Castiel works at has noticed some weird things about him and decided to write into /r/relationships for advice. "I (22M) have a coworker (mid-30s, I think, M) and this dude (I guess I’ll call him Steve, it's anonymous enough) is more than a little weird. We work at a convenience store/gas station. It’s like he doesn’t understand any pop culture reference, at all, but talks about stuff from ancient history (like, literally, stuff that is in the bible) like he knows it happened for sure."

Short reddit fic about a one of Cas' coworkers perspective on Dean. (492 words)

but honey, most of them are true by Owco

Sam overhears some gossip between two hunters at a bar. He is surprised to learn that it’s all true. Set sometime after Exodus, around Let the Good Times Roll.

A very funny and unique take on the "Sam finds out about Dean and Cas"- trope. (2,996 words)

If you read and enjoy these fics make sure that you leave kudos and/or write a comment! Some of these stories are first fic the author posted on ao3 and they deserve all the love and motivation.

(And please feel free to point out any mistakes I might have made with the links and stuff... hope you enjoy! See you next month for the february recs.)