#shorter one

[calumfmu]

tell me what you need

summary: you're the girl in the labyrinth with Felix before he ya know.

cw: 18+, mdni, oral, slutty Felix (a need), teasing, dirty talk,

1.6k+ words

Fog settled heavy throughout the high walls of leaves and branches around you. Your feet stumbled as you made your way through the maze, trying to find yourself centered as you searched for Felix. Felix Catton. The man of the hour.

You have had your eye on him ever since you started your semester at Oxford. You only had one course with him, but that was all that it took for you to be attracted to the tall man. You had competition, this you knew. He wasn't the type to be tied down to one lady, he had many suitors lined up for him.

But you weren't either. It was stupid for anyone to think that either of you were going to be tied down. It was the peak of your youth, the time where you need to be sleeping around.

All semester you had been flirting with each other, sneaking glances at each other in the long corridors of the university, brushing your fingers against each other at the campus bars, hinting towards what you knew was to happen eventually. Tonight was finally the night were you knew you had him exactly where you wanted.

A branch suddenly snapped behind you, earning a squeal from your lips. Your gold crown dipped into your line of sight as you swiveled around, searching for the source of the noise. Placing it back into place, you frowned, regretting the decision to come out here in this state of mind.

You swore you saw a flash of white dip behind one of the maze walls, but you blamed it on your drunkenness. 'S nothing, you thought, shaking your head. 'S nothing, just find Felix.

You continued your trek towards the center of the garden maze, heart pounding in your chest in anticipation. He shouldn't be too far from now.

Attending this party was a last minute decision of yours, as you heard it was for Felix's new 'best friend of the hour', as people mentioned. You weren't quite sure what that meant.

As you made a left, you sighed in relief, finding a clearing with a statue in the mind. And there he was, Felix Catton, standing with all his might. He looked good, loose fitting jeans hanging low on his hips, white tank top snug to his frame, gold angel wings spread behind him. A cigarette was between his fingers, between his lips as he looked at his ring clad fingers.

"Oh, Feliix," you sing-songed, trailing the edge of the clearing.

His gaze shot up to meet the sound of your voice, smiling once he realized who you were.

"yn?" He answered, taking one last drag before throwing it to the ground. He stood to his attention, straightening his posture as he took in your appearance.

You were adorned with gold cuffs at the wrist, a white sheet drapped loosely over your frame, crown shaped like an olive branch placed within your hair. You didn't have anything to meet the Midnight Summer's Dream theme, but you did have this outfit prepared from the last costume party your roommate attended.

You looked like a goddess if you did say yourself, and it was perfect that this man in front of you looked like your match.

"What're ya' doin' here?" He gave you a cocky smile, leaning back smoothly on the statue behind him. His floppy hair hung low over his forehead, eyebrow piercing begging to be seen beneath it.

"Heard there was a party," you muttered, beginning to walk closer to him. His eyes trailed your body, teeth running over his bottom lip. "And I knew I had to join."

Confidence rolled off of your shoulders as you crossed the path over to him. Standing in front of him, you cocked your head at him, smiling as he tilted his head back to drink you in.

Silence crept between the two of you as you lifted a hand, running it down the length of his torso.

"Ran into Farleigh, told me you'd be out here," you whispered, taking another step so you would be chest to chest. You felt Felix's breath hitch up, a taunting smile playing at the corners of his red mouth.

"Farleigh's 'ere?" He questioned, hand reaching out to grab at your waist. His hand was huge in comparison, fingers bunching the fabric there.

"Never mind that." You began to kiss at his neck, body already aching at the way his head leaned background exposing the long stretch of his jugular vein. Your hands began to roam free, feeling strong muscle beneath the thin layer of his clothes.

He breathed a low fuck underneath his breath, small pants escaping his mouth as you began to kiss down the length of his chest. Your hands searched for his waistline, finding the button that held his pants together. Cock straining through the thick fabric.

You managed to free the button, unzipping it slightly so your hand can slip beneath his pants grabbing hold of his shift. He began to breath even heavier at your grasp.

"Fu-uck, yn, just lik-"

You giggled, leaning up to kiss him, halting his words.

"Like that, Felix?"

You freed him from his pants, cock springing free. He hissed as it hit the cool air, swinging his head back so it hit the statue behind him. A low moan escaped his throat, incoherent words coming with it.

You dropped to your knees, pulling down his pants even further as you took in the sight before you. Even in the dark light, you could tell his cock was beat red, dripping with desperation for your attention.

Glancing up at him through thick eyelashes, you smirked slightly before taking the tip of it in your mouth. You mouthed at it, tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of his precum.

Felix moaned further, hand reaching out to run through your hair.

Jerking it, you licked along the underside, noticing how he fell out from the gesture.

"Look at my little Felix," you toyed, tightening your grip as you jerked his length. "You're falling apart right now, aren't you, love?"

He nodded through kiss bitten lips, red and plump. His eyes drooped further, watching you as you teased him with your tongue.

"Little Felix wants more?"

He mewled, trying to position your head so you got more of him in your mouth.

"Ah ah ah," you teased. Jerking rapidly at this point, you dribbled some of your drool on his head, watching as it mixed in with the liquid pooling at the tip.

In the distance, you could hear the party, poppers and fireworks going off as people cheered around you. The bass of the music rumbled through the manor, you could feel it in your chest.

Another branch cracked to your left, and you whipped your head around to find it. Your mind messing with you, you figured.

Turning back to Felix, you stared up at him as you took the head of his cock between your lips. Your tongue began to work back and forth on its underside, hand still moving over its length.

You began to work your way down its length, the girth stretching your mouth open wider as he filled you up. Felix was a mess above you, both hands running through your hair at this point, chest rising and falling rapidly.

He was murmuring at this point, praising you for the magic you worked on him. You found your rhythm--sucking at the tip while your hand stroked over him, mouth going up and down the swollen member.

You pulled off with a pop, jerking him with a fever, palm curving with every movement.

"Such a slut, Felix."

You giggled, leaning down to lick at his balls, hanging heavy over his jeans. "Who would've thought?"

He was getting closer to his peak, hips jerking with desperation as you stroked him closer to the finish line. He was dripping more and more, head thrown back in ecstasy as his fingers pulled at your hair.

Another firework exploded in the distance, Felix's breath becoming more shallow, yet high pitched.

"I'm almo- right there, yn, right th-"

He whimpered, whining at your mouth returning to his head, lapping at the droplets.

"Mmm- fuuc-" His hands pushed your head down his length, you allowing it this time. A choke escaped you, gagging at the length of his cock hitting the back of your throat. It was harsh, demanding, the way he fucked at your mouth.

He was so close, he could taste it, mumbling as that high approached him. Feeling it in the pit of his stomach, he moaned, a ribbon of white fluid hitting the back of your thro-

"Felix?" A voice sounded behind the two of you.

And before you knew it, you were pushed to the side. Felix quickly tucking himself back into his pants before buttoning them.

"Ah Jesus Christ, What the fuck are you doing here?" Felix asked, hoarseness evident within his throat.

A smile tugged at your mouth as you wiped the back of it with your hand. Rising to your feet, you adjusted the shoulders of your dress.

"Were you spying on us?" You questioned, beginning to leave the proximity of Felix and the statue. Felix's body language stiffened, focusing on the man in white in front of the two of you.

Oliver, you recognized, his new best friend.

"No, I wasn't." He was defensive, a bottle of who knows what in his hand as he came closer to you.

You rolled your eyes at him, turning your shoulder to find your way back to the party. The party continued on in the distance, awaiting your arrival. Oliver was replacing your distance to the winged man in the tank top as you made your departure.

As you made your way back through the maze, you smirked to yourself, satisfied with the mess you had made of Felix Catton. You pictured him whimpering, the taste of him on your tongue, his fingers in your hair.

Successful night, you thought to yourself. Hopefully there's more where that came from.

#my writing #felix catton x reader #saltburn fic #saltburn 2023 #Felix catton #smut #shorter one #but I just wanted to write #and get this out of my mind #sad ending? if you look between the lines #but not really #stream saltburn #out now

[flame-cat]

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (you are here) / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Phil is tired.

He's been moving a lot. Looking and cataloging and counting and keeping busy. He's made a game out of kicking the door once every revolution he makes around the room. Then his foot started to hurt and he stopped. He has a slight limp now.

Phil has climbed up the vine into the rafters and is looking very closely at a corner.

He noticed earlier that the birds don't seem distressed with their confinement. Normally, birds are extremely loathe to stay in one spot too long, and being locked up is absolute shit for their health. These birds seem fine though.

They must have a way out.

Phil has already looked everywhere on the ground, and so has gone up to look for some crack or hole the birds may be coming in and out from.

And he's looking at it.

It's a tiny thing. Tucked into the right corner, barely big enough to squeeze four fingers through. And yet he feels a cool breeze on the other side. It's too small to let in any light (or maybe it's just dark out right now, or the walls are too thick,) but he can see it and he can feel it. It's real. It's there.

It's a chance.

He reaches out and sticks three fingers through again. This is the third time he has done so. He waits, wiggles a bit, feeling the wind kissing his skin. If he closes his eyes, he imagines the touch of sunlight.

He braces and pulls.

He doesn't pull his hand out. He pulls to the side, gripping with all his strength. Scrabbling at the edges, curling his fingers and clawing, grasping, trying to widen.

(It's a protected block. It wouldn't budge even if he had TNT).

He tries to worm his other hand in there with it, squeezing his digits past each other. He's an avian, born with slender limbs and hollow bones. Surely he can fit them. Surely he can widen the gap.

(This is all he has.)

His fingers bump into each other, finding no purchase inside this precious little crack.

He pulls.

And pulls.

And pulls.

And pulls.

Something cracks and Phil yells out, tips backwards. His balance fails and the ledge he was perched on falls out from under him.

For a breathless moment, heart in his throat, he's in the air.

(Maybe just this once they'll work, just this one time-)

THUD.

Phil is on his back, staring at the ceiling.

He breathes.

He looks at his fingers.

They're probably not supposed to bend that way.

He reaches into his inventory and eats a golden apple. His fingers right themselves with a pop, and he wiggles them as the magic fades.

He climbs back up the vine.

He looks.

The gap is no wider.

Phil heaves a sigh, lays down on a plank, and closes his eyes.

#qsmp #philza #qsmp philza #q!philza #qsmp fanfiction #philza fanfic #in the life #pheo drabbles #shorter one #not much to say here #might do a part 4???? no idea shrug

[whatwooshkai]

Second Chance Blues Chapter Ten: Silver Linings

Second Chance Blues - Chapter 10 - thatwooshkai - Transformers Generation One [Archive of Our Own]

Optimus realizes he needs to trust Megatron. Just a little bit.

#maccadam #transformers fic #transformers #my fic #fic update #tf fic #megop #optimus prime #megatron #megop fic #tf second chance blues #shorter one #it's about to get GOOD #woosh fic

[shopwitchvamp]

“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”

Sure do, no problem!!

“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

“Perfect! But I have just one more question… what if I’m feeling spicy? How about skirts that are even shorter than the first ones?!” Oh, you’re in luck! We’ve got minis now.

*wild cheering* /scene

🖤witchvamp.com🖤

#updated version since on the old ones i often got asked “what about EVEN SHORTER skirts?!” #well they're here now! #witch vamp #fashion #clothing #skirts #skirts with pockets #online shopping #skater skirt #midi skirt #maxi skirt #mini skirt #short skirt #long skirt #cute skirt #vetiverfox #clothing design #indie fashion #indie brand #small business #artists on tumblr #alt fashion #alternative fashion #fashion inspo #outfit inspo #style inspo #fashion inspiration #goth #gothic #gothcore

[sienvega]

- 100 year ago, somewhere a dark corner in Hyrule castle

#the original is one of Charles Dana Gibson's drawings #YES i know link is shorter than zelda #or is he??? idk anymore #nintendo won't decide who is taller so why should i #i just stuck to the reference #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #zelink #zelda #link #sien draws #sien vega #fan art #illustration #digital painting

[dailymanners]

Always use "excuse me" if you have to get into someone else's personal space.

Someone at the store is standing in front of the shelf where there's a can you want to grab? Don't just reach into their personal space without warning, say "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" first so that they at least have a warning that someone is about to reach into their personal space, and most importantly, so that they have a chance to move before you get into their space.

Or if someone is standing on a walkway or in a doorway you need to get through, don't just silently shove past them or squeeze past them, say "excuse me" so that they have a warning that a someone is about to squeeze or shove into their personal space, and they have a chance to move out of the way before you do you.

People deserve a fair warning if someone is about to squeeze or shove or reach into their personal space. A lot of people are not okay with having someone, but especially a stranger, randomly shove or squeeze or reach into their personal space without warning. They also deserve a chance to move out of the way first for the sake of their comfort.

Try to avoid just staring at people who are in your way and expecting them to read your mind that you want them to move. Most people cannot, in fact, read minds, so having someone stand in front of them and stare at them often only leads to making them feel uncomfortable and frustrated.

But also more importantly, if you are standing somewhere someone needs to get to, and they say excuse me, you should move aside for them even if just temporarily, so they can avoid the discomfort of having to reach into your personal space or squeeze past you.

If someone is saying "excuse me" it's because they would like you to move because they don't want to have to get into your personal space, whether it's out of respect for you, or just because they themselves are not comfortable getting in your personal space.

All of this goes double for people with trauma and/or people who are neurodivergent. If someone has trauma related to abuse or assault they may find it more upsetting or possibly triggering to suddenly have someone shoving or reaching in their personal space without warning.

Or, many types of neurodivergence can make it especially disturbing and unpleasant to have someone else in your personal space, especially without warning.

You can never be 100% sure who is and isn't traumatized and/or neurodivergent, so always practice respecting other's personal space by giving them a fair warning with "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" before getting in their personal space, and moving aside when you hear those magic words. Or, even if someone isn't traumatized nor neurodivergent, it's still fair to not like someone in your personal space without warning and not being given the opportunity to move first.

#manners #politeness #courtesy #good manners #etiquette #I'm so sorry I really tried to make this one shorter I really did #I trimmed the fat as much as I could but this was as short as I could bring myself to make it #Where I live most people will just shove into your personal space without saying anything #or just stare at you until you get the hint and move #and I hate it so much #Especially because I am both neurodivergent and have PTSD so I really hate people staring at me and/or shoving in my personal space

[bogan-mac]

fate, inevitability.

#web weave #web weaving #webweave #webweaving #this one is shorter than the others I think #but oh well

[lilybug-02]

Eimmet High...temmiE high. OMG!

Part 28 || First || Previous || Next...

--Full Series--

Next update may take...much longer! I have finals and an internship and not to mention I have to draw- A LOT :')

#Golly! #this is a shorter update but I wanted it to be that way. We've been in the house for a while. It's time to change some scenery!! #Chara using their game narrator voice like “golly!” and “amazing!” #Eimmet high :)) i was really hoping to be able to reference Temmie Chang here. An integral part of UT/DR!! She's awesome! #WE ARE OFFICIALLY ON Day 2 BABY #yes- there is still a little everyman easter egg as well as some other things... ;) #I tried so many new and different things for these panels. I was a little nervous implementing them. But im having a lot of fun with it! #i try to put my own artistic enjoyment above all other things :) its what I strive for. #Angle's landing day! excited for the festivities! #Chara is feeling stabby :) #loved detailing Chara's hand in the last page. When I detail the hands- just know shits getting real #I'm really happy with how I was able to redraw Toriel here. She showed up in the second part and that was it for 2 years -w- #so even if she's not a major character- I wanted to give her some good screen time <3 #I did not make the Darkworld “Mayor” just for that one joke....but dang did it fit perfectly. #these 4 pages took longer than I wanted. I got burnt out with school and then finals came!!! AND ALSO EMAILS q-q #deltarune chara timeline #deltarune chara timeline comic #chara #asriel #kris #susie #toriel #tw cursing #cw cursing

[honnelander]

go fish! part 2

guyssss i did NOT expect this little series to blow up. y'all are amazing! i'm turning into a Sanji writing blog and am i mad about it? no lmao i received a couple of requests and i'll work on them as soon as i can. i'm really in the zone rn so i'll ride this wave as long as i can. if you want to be a part of the taglist for whenever i post new Sanji content, lmk. i hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: none

word count: 2.8k

pairing: opla!sanji x fem!reader

summary: after being humiliated by Usopp earlier, reader stays in her room to decompress. however, she gets a visitor.

prequel part 1 part 3 part 4 masterlist

taglist: @smolracoon25 @mischiefmanaged71 @jovialcat123

Mortified. That’s how you felt. Still. 

Ever since you ‘forfeited’ from finishing your Go Fish card game with Usopp a couple of hours ago, you had taken your glass of water that Sanji had poured for you and boarded up in your shared room with Nami, refusing to come out due to “heat exhaustion”. 

Poor Luffy, ever the golden hearted captain, was immediately worried for your wellbeing as soon as he heard that but after multiple reassurances from you and getting up off of your hammock multiple times to prove you were in fact, just fine, he relented from wanting to stop by the nearest island so he could find a doctor for you. Usopp had managed to convince him as well that all you needed was some water, alone time, and that you would be fine by dinnertime. 

You rubbed your eyes as you let out a sigh, vowing to yourself that the next time you wanted some time by yourself, you should just take a bath or something, since any other excuse would cause someone on the crew (Luffy) to lose their mind at the thought of someone not feeling well. 

You readjusted yourself, sitting more upright, as you downed the last of your water, it being warm by this point since it had been poured by Sanji hours ago. 

Sanji. Ugh.  

Your heart fluttered once again at the mere thought of him, but that flutter was immediately replaced by a wave of crashing embarrassment at the thought of the afternoon’s sequence of events. What had happened earlier wasn’t even anything that groundbreaking or special, but to you? It was everything. It wasn’t common practice in your life for the object of your affections to be so kind towards you, so thoughtful, to read and anticipate your needs before you even knew they were even there. But Sanji? He was all of that and more. And you didn’t even know him for that long! You’ve all been a part of the straw-hat crew for 5 months at this point and it felt silly to admit to yourself that you had developed a crush on one of your crewmates in that short amount of time. 

And having feelings for your crewmate? Someone who you literally couldn’t get away from since you all were trapped on a ship together (not that you would ever want to be away from him or anyone else for that matter, besides Usopp, but still), it felt morally wrong. You guys were all a team. Sure, you all were off to sail around the world and chase dreams, but achieving all of that required teamwork and trust, and that was hard to do if two of those people were caught up with matters of the heart every hour of every day. 

Like, what if things didn’t work out in the end? Would you really want to put the crew’s dynamic at stake just because you thought the blonde guy was cute? No, you wouldn’t. It would be selfish so you would never dare to put yourself or Sanji in that position. No matter how much you liked him. 

So as much as it pained you, you could never tell Sanji how you feel. You would never cross that line of being a ‘professional pirate’ into something more, like a pirate wife. Or a pirate chef’s wife. 

It definitely didn’t help that freaking Usopp of all people on the crew knew about your affections for Sanji. Ugh, you groaned. He was the absolute worst person to know about it too. Why did he have to figure it out? Why did he have to be the one that had put two and two together to equal four? That your random bouts of awkwardness and shyness plus ‘heart eyes’ and blushes whenever Sanji was around equaled to you having a forbidden crush on the crew’s chef? It was embarrassing. And complicated.  

He loved to stir the pot too, so whenever he could tease you for it when you both were alone or in front of a clueless Sanji, he would. You remembered the kiss he had shared with Kayla back when the straw-hats had acquired the Going Merry, so you definitely jabbed him right back when you had had enough, since part of you felt guilty for it since Kayla was thousands of miles away and Sanji lived on this ship with you. Your situations were slightly similar but completely different.  

Also, completely different in the way that him and Kayla were basically dating at this point, albeit long distance, and had shared a kiss while you could barely sustain eye contact that lasted more than 5 seconds with Sanji. 

You were hopeless. 

“Knock, knock,” a familiar accented voice came through the closed door. “Y/n? Are you awake?” 

"Sanji?” you blurted out in complete surprise.  

Shit. You weren’t mentally prepared to see him just yet. At all. You were still replaying the interaction you both had earlier in your head, your overthinking mind going over every minute detail to figure out if Usopp’s careless teasing had given away your affections.  

Usopp, you mentally ground out. You were going to kill him. Sanji had never stopped by your room before so what on earth was he doing here now?  

Suddenly, a thought struck you like a bolt of lightning and made your stomach drop fifty miles below sea level: if Sanji had specifically stopped by your room just to gently let you down, that no, in fact he did not feel the same way about you, that he only thought of you as a member of the crew and nothing more....then yeah, you were definitely going to kill Usopp and throw him overboard. 

Before you could mentally plot out more details on Usopp's murder, the door opened and the straw-hat chef’s blonde head appeared. His eyes quickly scanned Nami’s empty hammock on the room’s left side before turning his head to the right, his blue eyes immediately finding your surprised ones, a (relieved?) smile lighting up his face at the sight of you. 

“So, I take it you’re awake?” Sanji asked in a light, teasing tone but not making an effort to move himself away from the doorway. 

“Uh, y-eah,” you stuttered out in surprise as you just stared at him dumbfounded. You still couldn’t figure out why he was here. 

Sanji continued to lock eyes with you, making your cheeks flush the longer you both stared at each other, and your palms sweat as the silence stretched on, making the tension in the air become thicker by the second. He blinked, his eyes darting to the side in confusion, raising an eyebrow as he asked, “May I come in?” 

“OH! Yes, of course- sorry,” you stuttered as you waved him inside, sitting up in your hammock and mentally face palmed yourself. Of course, Sanji was waiting on you to invite him inside. Like always, he was acting like a true gentleman. “Please, come in. Have a seat. Sorry, that was rude of me. Make yourself at home.” 

Sanji stood up to his full height and walked into your room with an easy smile and a small laugh, closing the door behind him. “Ah, don’t ever apologize y/n. You could never be rude to me,” Sanji rebuttalled and waved off your apology as he looked around and took in your very plain and basic shared room with Nami.  

Your room, or side of the room more specifically, wasn’t much to brag about considering you really didn’t have much to your name but for now, it was home to you. Your side consisted of your hammock, a wooden barrel next to it to act as a makeshift nightstand that housed your only book, a journal, and a lamp, along with an empty wooden crate to act as a makeshift seat and another to hold some of your other clothes and small travel bag. Nami’s side was similar to yours but had a touch more personality as she hung up some maps she found at various markets and drew up herself on her wall. 

You swallowed, suddenly feeling a tad self-conscious about the lack of things in your room considering your current guest was dressed, as usual, to the nines in his signature black suit and blue and white striped shirt complete with a skinny black tie. “Sorry for the sad state of my room-” 

“Sad?” Sanji stopped admiring your room and snapped his gaze to look at you. His eyebrows pulled together as another confused smile adorned his features. “Why would you say that? Your room isn’t sad, I like it. It’s a reflection of you,” his next words came out softer, “and I think that’s beautiful.” 

You could feel heat crawling up your neck at his words as you busied yourself with placing the empty glass in your hand on your barrel nightstand. There was no way Sanji was calling you beautiful, he was just commenting on your room. With Nami. On your shared room that owed any ounce of ‘personality’ to the ship’s navigator because it was obvious you literally brought nothing special to this room whatsoever.  

You stopped yourself from spiraling into ‘I don’t bring anything special to the straw-hats, I don’t know why they keep me around’ thoughts because now wasn’t the time to think about any of that. Those dark thoughts were reserved when you couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night.  

As you placed the glass on the nightstand, you asked, “So, what brings you all the way to my room? Aren’t you usually prepping for dinner around this time?” 

Sanji’s eyes followed your hand and lit up when he saw the sole book on your nightstand. “Oh, a book? I didn’t know you liked to read.” His megawatt smile lit up a couple of notches as his eyes sparkled, he looked like he had just learned one of the universe’s greatest mysteries as he took a seat near you on an empty crate. “What book is that?” 

“Oh, that?” You mentally deflated at the fact you now had to tell Sanji about your favorite book, “It’s Pride and Prejudice.”  

You weren’t ashamed of having that book specifically, you loved it and it was your favorite book of all time, you had lost count at how many times you had read it at this point, but it was the fact that you now had to share this part of yourself with the guy you fancied. Guys normally scoffed and turned their nose up at romance book and romantic things, so you were bracing for Sanji to scoff and laugh at you like all the other guys did (like even Zoro and Usopp did when they first saw you reading it) but it never came. 

Instead, Sanji’s smile remained bright. “Ah, so you’re a lover of classic romances? Pride and Prejudice? Romeo and Juliet?” 

Immediately, you smiled, finding yourself instantly comfortable suddenly whenever you got to talk about one of your favorite things. “Absolutely. I don’t think there’s a problem big enough out there that love can’t solve. Family backgrounds? Wealth and status? At the end of the day, none of that stuff matters. What matters is if two people love each other.” 

Sanji stayed quiet for a moment, looking into your eyes with a twinkle of an emotion that you couldn’t decipher. It made your heart skip a beat. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly, never breaking eye contact. “I agree.” 

You swallowed. “You like this stuff too? Have you read Pride and Prejudice?” 

Sanji blinked and that indescribable emotion he had in his eyes was gone. His smile remained, however, and became sheepish as he held up his hands, “Ah ok, you caught me. I’ve never read the full thing, but I know the main parts of the story. My favorite part that I did read though, was the first dinner with Mr. Collins and he complimented the Bennets on their ‘excellent boiled potatoes’.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head slightly as you teased, “I should’ve known that the chef of the Going Merry’s favorite part of the book is when food is discussed!” 

The blonde cook held his hands up again with a good-natured laugh, “Ah, you got me!” His face softened as he asked, “What about you?" He nodded towards the book. "What’s your favorite part?” 

You paused for a second as you mulled the question over. “Well, I'm not sure if you know about this part since you never read the book...” 

“Try me,” he encouraged softly. 

Your face turned to the side, your eyes looking at the wooden wall to your right, unable to bring yourself to look at Sanji as you told him your favorite part of your favorite book. You took a deep breath to steady yourself and calm your nerves, your voice becoming quiet as you told him, “My favorite part is...when Mr. Darcy barges in on Elizabeth for the first time, while she’s at her friend Charlotte’s house writing a letter. He had come to practice ‘conversating’ with her since he admitted that it wasn’t something he was good at and she had told him to practice it. So, Mr. Darcy just barged in and they had one of the most painfully awkward conversations ever...and he did all that just because he loves her. He did something he hated and was bad at, and opened himself up to embarrassment just because he wanted to improve and be better for her. It’s so romantic and beautiful.” 

The air was quiet after your mini monologue and for a moment, nothing could be heard except for their quiet breathing and the occasional crash of the ocean from outside your small window. 

Part of you worried that your little rambling had bored Sanji, so when you finally looked at him, imagine your surprise when you found him leaning in towards you, hands clasped, elbows resting on his knees and his eyes watching you, completely engaged. It was like he was hanging onto your every word. 

Sanji scanned your face for a moment, the corner of his lips curling upwards as he said, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m not familiar with that part in the book,” and before you could open your mouth to bring yourself down, he continued, “but, that doesn’t mean your answer is wrong.” He leaned back and slapped his hands against his thighs, “Hell, it’s a much more insightful answer than mine!” He laughed. “I just liked how they were poking some fun at boiled potatoes.” 

You laughed with him because yes, that part in the book also made you laugh as well. But at the mention of food, you realized that you still didn’t know why Sanji was here in the first place. Wasn’t he normally prepping for dinner at this time? He had to be running behind schedule at this point. 

“Why are you here, Sanji? Isn’t it almost time for dinner?” 

“Yeah, it is actually but I heard you weren’t feeling well so I wanted to check in on you, make sure you’re feeling alright and see if you have any special requests for dinner?” 

You couldn’t help the slight smile that overtook your face, trying to hide the blush at the fact that he was kind enough to check in on you and offer to practically be your own personal chef for the evening. 

You hummed for a moment, acting like you were deep in thought before asking with a raised eyebrow, "And what would you say if I requested some boiled potatoes?”  

The smile that lit up the chef’s face was priceless. He had never looked more beautiful. “To that, I would say ‘Absolutely. If that’s what the missus wants, then that is what the missus will get.’” 

Missus. There it was again. You felt all warm inside whenever he called you that, it made you feel like he was your husband and that you were his wife. But that wasn’t the case. Sanji definitely must have called other women that before. You weren’t special to him, he was just being polite.  

You swallowed down your emotions, putting your sudden wave of sadness away for later, putting on a small smile. “Then that sounds perfect. I would like to formally request some ‘excellent boiled potatoes’ as a side for dinner, please.” 

If Sanji noticed your sudden change in mood, he didn’t show it. Instead, he grinned as he said, “Excellent choice, Madam. Boiled potatoes, coming right up.” As he stood up and made his way towards your door, Sanji did one of the most unexpected things that nearly knocked the wind out of you. With his left hand on the doorknob he said, “And don’t worry, Madam. I’ll sprinkle in a little bit of extra love in there,” he turned and winked at you, “just for you.” 

With that, Sanji left your room, gently closing the door behind him, leaving you completely dumbstruck in your room, your mouth agape and body frozen. 

Did Sanji just say he loved you? 

You shook your head, because there was no way he did, right? He said he’d ‘sprinkle in some extra love’ into your potatoes, not 'I love you". You weren’t a chef, maybe that was a euphemism for something. 

You sighed.  

Those better be some good boiled potatoes. 

#sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke x reader #sanji #sanji x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #sanji fanfiction #one piece live action #sanji live action #sanji vinsmoke #one piece #opla #opla!sanji #opla!sanji x reader #fluff #mutual pining #idiots in love #friends to lovers #basically 2 fics in a day?? crazy #i wanted to write more one shots so they were shorter and take less time but idk how to stop once i start oops lol #sorry not sorry #i think i'm gunna make a tag for this “universe/timeline”? #idk what it would be tho #the #go fish!timeline #? #maybe the “idiots in love” timeline #i'll workshop it #go fish! au

[intotheelliwoods]

You guys wanted to see some Raph, heres some Raph!

Masterpost

#wuahg #oh I have not drawn in ages #I forgot how to draw hugs! #heres hoping I can get that drawing spark back again! #but oh man the college + work combo has been killing me already haha #2 arms left #rottmnt #rise leo #future leo #rise raph #hamato leonardo #hamato raphael #also this comic ended up #way shorter than I thought it was going to be omg???? #what a bitty update- #arguably one of the most bitty updates #this could count as a mini comic its so bitty

[frownyalfred]

I love the “Bruce is strong enough to pick up post-Lazarus Jason through sheer will and training” trope obviously, but picture:

Jason and Bruce being so heavy/muscular/fucking big, that they’re the only ones who can pick the other up.

Cue Bruce getting called in anytime Jason’s down and they need to move him. Or Jason getting pointed puppy eyes from Alfred until he sighs and picks Bruce up and carries him to bed after he passes out on the couch.

#Jason secretly loves it #and he’s also proud he’s the only one who can really carry batman #other than metas #like that man is 250+ lbs of muscle #and so is Jason #Jason is a little shorter but he’s DENSE #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #jason todd #batdad #batfam #THOUGHTS #more on that post I had about Bruce picking up his kids #yes this is about the salmon ladder #lol

[largerfries]

Sharing clothes

#thought it would be funny to draw zoro wano size #one piece #zosan #my art #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #zosan height difference my beloved #i love thinking zoro has shorter legs and is beefier and sanji has longer legs #fanart

[puppyeared]

What did they do to you

#first image is botw and second image is totk #this did confirm my hunch that Link kind of.. matured? got more formal?? #I noticed his dialogue options in totk are shorter and more formal compared to the funny ones in botw :( #it’s a very subtle change. he is a little silly sometimes when he says stuff like saying ‘I am indeed’ when a kid asked if he was a voe #or a very enthusiastic ‘nope!’ when asked if he used a sand seal to get to Gerudo town #anyway don’t mind me I’m rummaging thru my notes and screen recordings because I’m chewing on this fucker like he’s a chew toy #It makes me wonder if this is him falling back into his persona from pre calamity #but he already went thru botw with amnesia and he doesn’t need to be as stiff anymore.. if anything he’s more relaxed abt it #tell me what u think #botw #totk spoilers #tears of the kindom spoilers #tears of the kingdom #totk #legend of Zelda #loz #yapping

[hedgehog-moss]

It’s always funny when anglo writers looking to express a specific idea casually pluck a cool ready-made monosyllabic phrase from their language’s unlimited supply and Romance language translators just curl up in the fœtal position and cry. I'm reading a text in which the American author talks about ‘Haves’ vs ‘Have-Nots’ vs ‘Have-Mosts’ —the poor French translator translated this as ‘ceux-qui-ont’ (the French language: don’t worry I’m just getting warmed up), ‘ceux-qui-n’ont-pas’ (nice we’ve doubled the syllable count but we mustn’t falter), and the beautiful ‘ceux-qui-ont-plus-que-tous-les-autres’ (300% expansion ratio let’s gooo! we did it great work everybody.) From 2 to 8 syllables—the minute I saw that bulky thing I knew it had to be Have-Mosts in the original and I was giggling. The anglo author happily proceeds to use the phrase ‘Have-Mosts’ 5 times per paragraph because why not! it’s so quick and wieldy :) we don’t actually need the word wieldy 'cause it’s just the normal state of our language <3 meanwhile you can feel the French translator’s desperation grow as she is reduced to juggling with “those” and “the latter” to avoid summoning her creature. Eventually she reaches the acceptance stage and uses ceux-qui-ont-plus-que-tous-les-autres again like, it’s my monster. I shouldn’t reject it

#language tag #and when anglo authors use a somewhat long and clunky phrase french translators are like no that's our thing? #they're trying to steal our thing. we have no choice but to make the phrase even longer and clunkier. perfidious albion mustn't win this #like how He Who Must Not Be Named went from 6 to 12 syllables in the french HP translation (RIP voice actors who had to dub it) #even though there were shorter options? but i suspect the translator picked the 12 syllable one due to #our national obsession with alexandrine metre

[dinemunyu]

bYEE i spent way too long on this

I don't own any of the assets used in rebuilding the town and the ui—nah, that's the great work of ConcernedApe. I just merely made two extra buildings to look similar enough to the other buildings in town.

Why stardew though??? idk i couldn't sleep one night and instead detailed out the steps on how I would do this with unity and aseprite because of course I'm still thinking about trigun 24/7; only this time I've recently started playing stardew.

wanted to add Nai, Livio and the rest of the cast but i wanna work on keychains next sooooo

Nai works in the library where books are less likely to offend him. Livio helps around the orphanage. Vash likes to garden and to visit the bakery next door in his free time. Kinda want Zazie to be an absolute menace of a niece that got sent there under their care.

#can't believe im tagging stardew and trigun in one post #stardew au #trigun #I LOVEE MERYL IN THIS ONE #she's so TINY I THINK SHES A PIXEL SHORTER THAN JAS HAHAHAHHA #i was debating putting wolfwood/nicholas but he's married here #vashwood #YES THEY'RE BOTH DOING WELL AND HAPPILY MARRIED TO EACH OTHER #Sapphics milly/meryl because i said so #AND THEY'RE RUNNING A BAKERY YALL #Milly absolutely befriending everyone in town becos she's a sweetheart #the player would have competition now since vash is most definitely taking up requests from the bulletin board too

[butchboylemons]

Who cares if she’s taller than you she’s gonna be on her knees the whole time anyway

#this one is for all my shorter mascs out there #wlw nsft #lesbian nsft #butch4femme #masc4femme #butch nsft #p #🍋txt