#just some disorganized thoughts!

[itsthenovelteafactor]

OMITB S3 Thoughts:

Overall, really enjoyed season 3. I do consider it a bit of a step down from seasons 1 and 2, but there is a lot to enjoy and appreciate and I am looking forward to season 4!

Things I liked:

The. Musical. Numbers. 

They were so good and weird and surprisingly emotional

Honestly all the Broadway stuff made my inner theater kid happy

The main three are delightful as always!

I was so happy Uma and Howard got character spotlights! 

The parallels between the play and the mystery *chefs kiss*

Loretta. Meryl Steep was incredible as always and I loved her in this role. Definitely my favorite of the new characters this season I hope we see more of her! 

Mabel learning ASL!

Charles and his emotional support fish

Costuming as always is great. I want Mabel’s sweater collection.

Mabel’s notecard script in the last episode was GOLD 

Spitzprobe might be one of my favorite episodes of the show as a whole 

Things I didn’t like as much:

I did feel like some of the characters built up in the first two seasons got put on the back burner for the new cast

Biggest ones were Will and Lucy. Like, Will especially because his father had a heart attack and he wasn’t mentioned?? Oliver fully wrote the musical at the end he’d definitely be coming with VIP seats, right? 

Trio was so great together but only really came together the last few episodes. :/ 

WHY DID SELENA GOMEZ NOT SING?? 

Also. Like. I am a huge Theo fan and seeing him back was delightful and James Caverly is always a standout but I feel like we jumped over some pretty important stages in his redemption arc that I would’ve loved to see. Like, we went straight from “maybe you’re not such a bad guy” to sleepover buddy. I will admit I was looking forward to a drawn out healing/forgiveness process that kind of got skipped over.

Especially since both the play and Ben’s death involved someone getting pushed from the top of a building and the Zoe parallels were right there and never got acknowledged. 

Also rip Oliver that his past two producers have gotten arrested and had sons that killed someone by pushing them off the top floor of the same building maybe he IS cursed. 

Literally why did Mabel not get to sing. Like, I know Mabel the character is probably not a huge singer but it’s Selena Gomez. Y’all could’ve done something.

Miss the Arconiacs! 

I realize this section is way longer than the first one but it’s just because I have more thoughts not because I dislikes more things.

WHERE WERE WINNIE AND MRS. GAMBOLINI??

Wishlist for season 3:

More Will! He’s the last functional character let him get in on the shenanigans please.

More Lucy! I love the energy she brings to the show it’s so good.

Mabel does not need another love interest. Have not cared since Oscar left. (Did people not like Oscar? He’s such a sweetheart I miss him I hope his yoga studio is doing well) 

More of the trio being buddies in general

Theo getting some interactions with Charles and Oliver maybe? Half-brother reveal? 

More hanging out with the Arconia residents 

Would like some explanation for why Theo is not in jail. I’m not upset about it but like…he should totally be in jail? 

More Detective Williams

Honestly with the established characters I’d love to mix up and get some new dynamics like Will and Charles? Uma and Mabel? Oliver and Lucy? Williams and Howard?

There to be an homage to a study in scarlet with different interpretations of what Sazz wrote

You know what Mabel should sing. I’m still holding out hope.

The next time they do a montage of different people reacting to the podcast cut to Theo reading a transcription. I just think if a podcast accuses you of murder the very least they can do is make it accessible to you.  

#omitb spoilers #omitb season 3 #only murders in the building #only murders in a he building spoilers #just some disorganized thoughts! #i really love this show! #I have some criticisms but overall really liked this season #would love to chat about it!!

[b4kuch1n]

blood loss edition

#sk8 the infinity #kyan reki #hasegawa langa #renga #colloquially. like gesturing towards a signifier of a signifier of a story told long before. youre not getting more out of me than that #ft. tố linh (and them in yuutoverse for a hot second) #if u wonder what a dirt historian is. stay tuned <3 #that thing reki does in the first page is a real thing everyone here's convinced of btw #like. free hangin from a bar by ur arms will make u taller #also I literally did not mean to design amy and linh Like That. I did Not mean for them to be. Like That #but I am happy that I did. bc I love their design and they play well with yuuto #the last page is. some extremely disorganized Thoughts from a thing I kinda wanna write #maybe not right now. but eventually #I guess it's also mostly like. one more love letter to the siblings out there. it has to do with reki getting #underground basically illegal T shots at S lmao #shakes u by the collar we're not going anywhere! I love you!! everything will find its place!!!! #anyways. there are also a number of muppet type creatures in this one. idk whats up with that #I dont have much blood in me rn Im not lucid. have fun be urself ok? #thats also why the inks been taking a break btw. and the fact that my new pot of ink just arrived today #while Im being deprived of my appropriate volume of intravenous fluid #man. may be another day. before I can stop screaming at my wall and punching things off shelves. and draw properly #meanwhile. u know whats up #I go lay down now. have fun ok? be kind to ur tall friends knee them only gently #also just realized future!langa kinda has a bit of haruka vibes. that is literally so awesome

[radioroxx]

yargh. complicated characters save me complicated characters…

#im thinking about ceroba… #im thinking about how ive seen so many ppl (in ‘hot takes’) call her a bad mother for what she did to kanako #and im thinking about how its. silly to base the entire view of her as a character around one mistake #yes sure a very BIG mistake but still one mistake #i dont know if i would even say shes a bad mom. to do so would require me to make some kind of criteria to actually define #what MAKES a bad person #ive spoken before to a friend about how our concepts of good and bad as a whole r subjective anyway #but thats besides the point #i think ceroba as a interesting character becauseee of her mistakes because of her flaws #i think (er. KNOW) that she was a very caring mother. she loved kanako lots lots lots and did everything in her power to fix that mistake #but that doesnt take away that it still happened #im just rambling at this point. nonsense probably #but i think the reason i dislike the bad mom ceroba takes so much is that its reduction to her character in a way… #and that it cant and shouldnt rlly speak to her characterization before and after. yknow the incident #sorry thats a big mess….. i have thoughts i dont know how to speak them #i could say the same abt the other characters too… how ppl like to equate their whole view of a char #to only a few moments with that char #weve forgotten star tried briefly to take clovers soul </3 but oh well #ok im done jfkdkd this is disorganized

[winnerkirkwood]

the penske response to p2pgate is just like so bad. like all of the drivers are saying different things, josef's contradicting the team, it's just so weird

#tim cindric or someone else on the team should have been on the press conference too imo #like i know that i'll probably know the full story of what happened #but i was lowkey expecting them to have a much more polished/put together response #i'm wondering how it being a contract year for josef potentially plays into it #idk these are just some very disorganized thoughts on the whole situation #indycar #p2pgate

[e77y]

The writing is not writing tonight. Brain not braining etc. I will do this essay tomorrow morning in a procrastination-induced frenzy as per usual

#going to go to sleep early (like. now) #just felt very meh today #need to schedule a psych appointment so bad #once other health problems stop arising lol #btw I only JUST learned that you can reorder tags on mobile.. delightful #okay gn #maybe I will do a bit of hw just so I can fall asleep lol #ellyposting #should I make a tag for my health-centric posts #and also one for my school-centric posts #that’s. all I post about #okay I thought about it for a few minutes and have arrived at #🤓posting #for college/uni posts #wackyposting #for my ocd (presumably) posts lol. feeling wacky 2nite #will update accordingly 😭😭😭 #I like to be organized #I just also become disorganized very. very. VERY easily #okay I deleted some tags bc I remembered that people actually see the things I post. horrifying (joke) #noooo they mustn’t know I have Scared Disorder

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Something innately tragic about the darkin is that ultimately their existence is aa never ending body horror filled suffering and an eternal hunger rivaling the things that fractured their minds in the first place. Tarhos is no exception to this though he is given space by Haru to heal and try to come to terms with what he used to be vs what he is now. This makes him appreciate a lot of smaller things in life that most would ignore or not notice in the firstplace.

Tarhos is four-thousand years old and who even really knows how long he's been trapped in his own fragmented blade for and most of that was spent underwater after being tossed off a merchant ship by someone who knew what he was. He couldn't see much of anything, felt like he was drowning, couldn't feel anything and all he was left with was his thoughts that desperately clung to the idea of the Shuriman empire instead of how he and the other god warriors were actually treated after the void war.

So when Haru picks him up and he can't fully make him his vessel, he's rightfully pissed, but he does calm over time by just having someone to talk to. He honestly can't stand the sound of his own voice alone still, he hates listening to his own thoughts. Still at least out of the water he could feel the warmth of the sunlight and the pressure of fingers dancing across his blade. His senses were very dulled though they existed and he was just happy to finally feel something. Though as his feelings grew so did his longing.

And when he was finally allowed to touch the vastayan's skin he weeped. Just being able to feel the grass, hear the birds, see clearly. It was overwhelming, but also held a joy he can never fully describe. He loves the sun on his scales, digging his claws into the Earth, smelling everything nature has to give, even just how pretty things as simple as rocks can be and he'd probably look foolish rambling about it especially to his kin, but it's just how he is. It's why usually when Haru's around he's close by or putting his claws on him, it's something so simple he was deprived of and longed for for so long he doesn't want to lose it again.

And due to being in the blade: he doesn't remember being human at all. He knows he was a slave who was celebrated and worshipped for his bravery which earned him his freedom and ascension, but... He doesn't remember any of it. His mind clung so hard to how he was when he was a giant bull God he's completely forgotten what it's like to be human which combined with how due to how hemomancy corrupted the darkin, makes him not value human life at all. He sees their struggles as pointless, they'll all die in a blink of his eye in his life time, they don't matter. Tarhos of course still enjoys being around humans, but he will trivialize their struggles unintentionally.

He just... doesn't see the point in what most people do at all. He doesn't get the worry or strife. And that's eventually going to be a big lesson for him in humility.

#ooc #/about the muse #𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 - [ 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘴 ] #verse; league #i think the stark difference between them two and kayn and rhaast is neat #like in a narrative foil kind of way and I've spoken about it with Egg a bit; I honestly just think the darkin are a lot of missed #opportunity that I can't even tell if half of what is implied with them is intentional or just ''oh this is spooky''; because ritos lore #team is um- not the greatest and super disorganized at times; but the sheer fact that they are prisoners in their own bodies #is horrifying; still being able to think and see; but you're left with nothing but your thoughts for who knows how many years #it's a miracle they're still coherent honestly with how some of them were buried underground for that period of time #there's also smthn narratively interesting about Haru killing such a powerful symbol of Ionia and it's spirit while claiming to worship it #just to appease a god whose meaning has been long forgotten- idk what exactly but it is interesting #anyway end of tag rambling- #q.

[hitsuyou-fukaketsu]

The whole symbolism of eichi and keito is insane. Eichi being described as a dream eater, the whole thing of keito and dreams. Keito being described as Eichi's right hand man although he's left handed.

Keito keeping projecting his dreams and hopes onto eichi but eichi going "I don't think we are on the same page" Because they always fight they always agree to disagree. Keito values individuality and art Eichi values success. Keito is intimidating but always offers the helping hand, Eichi has the features of an angel but he's ruthless

#idk ive been reading some stories. #! main story. flower fes. shinsengumi and daikagura specifically #shav rumbles #this is just my thoughts disorganized i needed to write them #like they were never on the same page but keito. the dreamer. he thought they were #like i read flower fes and keito got eichi a bouquet of flowers as a get well gift #but they started an argument in the hospital and he forgot to gave it to him 😭😭 and it just made me so sad #he just wanted to put something pretty in his room so it would brighten up eichi's room 😭 #man. idk they are so incompatible and it would be so easy for keito to just forget about eichi but he doesnt #ueeeeee i rly like him he's such a character ueeeeeeeeeeee #he's a good senpai... #AND IN FLOWER FES TOO HIS CHAPTERS ARE TITLED #WAKING DREAM!!!! (because anzu finds him sleeping) buT ITS CALLED WAKING DREAM!!

[tranny-fragrance]

tonight i watched: À l'Intérieur (2007)

i liked it :3 some of the effects were like laughably bad like the fucking cgi baby inside inside the main character's womb being shown way too many times throughout the film.

its quite an intense watch, a good amount of gore shown but you dont get to see most of it while its happening, mostly just the pretty well-made aftermaths.

theres also a good amount of cops in the movie but thankfully theyre mostly just ineffective assholes rather than the heroes ive seen them being portrayed as in other horror movies (or media in general)

also something thing i liked a lot is how the main character gets progressively more disfigured as the movie goes on, from getting her face slashed to getting covered in blood to having her throat pierced. not a unique thing but it always pleases me when it happens in films<3

#horror movies #im gonna do stuff like this now ig #just some disorganized movie thoughts #not the most unique or interesting thoughts but i wanna share them with my mutuals...

[fluentisonus]

the way this whole place and all its classes is organized is so baffling & foreign to me, I'm really struggling to understand how any of it works akjshdfkjsahfk

#this university I mean. christ. #constantly in limbo between thinking it's weirdly disorganized and thinking there's some system I'm just not getting #there's like. no schedule that they gave me I'm just supposed to look at the classes and work it out myself #and the info is all over the place #thoughts #I'm so stressed about all this ajhdkfjh I hope I get used to it

[luvsavos]

logically, i know i should make an art sideblog to make things easier rather than intermittently posting my art here amidst the random things i reblog;

however. i am lazy

#mar.txt #maybe Some Day! eventually #would probably primarily talk abt my ocs there as opposed to here..... #but i already have enough oc posting here + tags for them And my art So! i will continue to have this blog be a disorganized mess<3 #in other news i might post an oc drawing soon. one of my many fatalis ocs in his human form #rather than make him look unique in appearance (like vul) or clothing style he literally just looks like an evil hot ceo LMFAO #i'm proud of the drawing though........ naasfilrah my beloved #need 2 make a post abt him. or yell abt him in dms/on discord more to someone ive been thinking So Much abt him lately #also need to figure out how to draw his true form. g-rank black fatalis has such a pretty design #take a shot every time i make an original post and then proceed to ramble endlessly in the tags.... i have Many Thoughts #and they shall not be contained

[pizzapizzadickz]

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#diary #drugs tw #personal #its boring not being high. haaaah. i just have to work tomorrow. then i can go get high again and again on repeat #i wonder if ill be sober at all this week. well probably. i still have to work later. #i guess in the end getting a job did provide me with what i want. i can get high as much as id like. #suicidal ideation #i want to die. tho thats nothing new. but more than that i just want to sleep and not wake up anytime soon. not much different rly #im tired. i both want to talk to ppl but dont. nothing is gonna change if i do. #i wonder if im losing myself. but concidering ive already given up i wonder if thats possible. #...i want to lay in bed 24/7 #now thats probably depression. its such a chore to do anything else. i need to do some laundry... #ill do some tomorrow. ill have to then. #i have to work tomorrow but itll be short. so should i go buy more? perhaps. #im running a bit low. being high for days straight unfortunately costs a bit of money!!! #well. not that it takes all that much. i miss the disorganized thoughts. feeling like i wasnt here. #i wasnt bored at least... haaah. oh well. not much to be done. ill sleep soon

[oflolth]

nah but like nathbryn has one of these n istvan has the other one.

#ooc. #i will write..... soon #[neil breen title card vc] i am here................................now #i am plagued by thoughts on astarion's team #god. i find it so difficult to post meta / headcanons on my astarion blog #KSDJFHKJSDFH #i care too much and so i end up just saving them to drafts and so as of now #there are like. several essays in the drafts that will simply never see the light of day #i mean tbh it's also bc some of my takes on him are v interlinked w my own cptsd and therefore sometimes difficult to talk abt ig #and also it's like i would like to search thru his origin for like more source material and #yeah we're in danger of essay length posts and yet at the same time i feel like they're so disorganized #[screams] #KJSDHFKJSHDF #not that i'll ever make it in academia i cannot survive in those environments. but. #me handing in my astarion thesis #in ten years #like hi its finally- #and then i notice a paragraph i don't like and i snatch it back. i'm like i need another ten years thanks #cptsd mention /

[starlit-meloncholia]

I would rather be anywhere else doing anything else than work today

#hate capitalism #i hate my job some days #admittedly I only hate it rn because Talent Acquisition decided to procrastinate until the very last minute on something #and so now we have less than 30 days to prep some 700 hires to start #while these same hires still haven't even been given job offers and are refusing to do anything without them #which like. mood! i support you! but please just schedule your fucking physical so I can cross you off my list #talent's gonna wait until the week before and I'm going to have to clear 60 people in 3 days #this bs was fine two months ago but C'MON #this has been the most disorganized and poorly thought-out acquisition I have ever fucking seen #WE BOUGHT THIS PLACE IN FUCKING EARLY MARCH WHAT DO YOU *MEAN* WE HAVEN'T SENT HALF OF THEM JOB OFFERS YET

[mockerycrow]

HELLO the biggest congrats on 4k, you absolutely deserve that and so many more!!!

Could I see a female!reader x Ghost with the prompt:“I had a nightmare . . . can I stay with you tonight?”

TY and yet again, congratulations 🤍🤍🤍

REASSURANCE (Ghost x Fem!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

authors note; thank you so much anon <3 i hope you enjoy!

[WARNINGS; not proofread (like most of my fics), silent panic attack + light dissociation, implied you’ve never seen his face, hurt/comfort.]

You know Ghost has nightmares—everyone knows Ghost has nightmares. No one really wants to talk about it because he doesn’t, but everyone has seen the man up at ungodly hours of the night, or perhaps beating the absolute shit out of a punching bag at the on-base gym.

No one except for Price knows what Ghost’s been through, but no one really questions him. It’s unrealistic to think Ghost is the only one waking up due to their dreams—even Price does on the occasion. What Ghost doesn’t do is ask for help.

You had a weird gut feeling about tonight; you weren’t really restless, but you weren’t tired. Every time you laid down to try to get some sleep, your eyelids would slowly open back up. You tried multiple methods; white noise, thinking about nothing, thinking about a story, taking a sleep remedy—nothing.

You had a weird tightness in your stomach that you couldn’t shake. It’s no big deal, you’ve had several nights like this. Nights where you stay up, half expecting something to happen. You aren’t sure if its the military-esque anxiety flaring up, expecting an attack of some sort or if it’s just one of those nights.

You’re laying in bed, trying to think of what you have to do tomorrow. Might as well try to think of something useful, right? Let’s see, you have to do morning training and then you have to eat, brief with price, it’s your turn to help the armourer—the weapons master, you like to say to piss them off—and you also have to do paperwork.

A very tame evening, you think, avoiding the Q word everyone oh so desperately hates; including yourself. Because the second you say it, you’re going to be called by Laswell, or General Shepherd, or some other CIA federal agent bureaucrat about some fucking thing that’s happening in the god forsaken world that only, and only task force 141 can handle—

—Someone knocks on your door, breaking your disorganized thoughts. Your eyebrows furrow; no one should be up, maybe Price is, or Ghost. Did you forget some paperwork? You sit up, slip your slides on your feet, and you walk to the door. You unlock the door and open it, wincing from the bright light of the hallway pouring in, and you’re met with the large figure of Ghost.

You blink, unsurprised. “Hey.” You utter. “Did I wake you?” God, Ghost sounds rough. It sounds like he garbled glass—er, maybe that isn’t the nicest way to describe one of your superiors voices right now. It’s clear he just woke up. You shake your head in response, stepping aside. “Here, come in. It’s bright.”

Ghost silently obeys, stepping inside of your room. You close the door and head over to your desk. You feel around in the darkness until you feel your lamp and you click a button, turning it on, illuminating the room just enough for you to see Ghost. He’s wearing a pair of dark grey sweatpants with one of his black, long-sleeve compression tops to go with it.

He’s wearing a basic black balaclava without the iconic skull, but.. His eyes are different. Distant and weary, cautious—panicked almost. Your eyebrows furrow together as his broad shoulders are tense, fists clenched.

“Ghost..” You call softly. He seems far away—he needs your help. “Ghost.” You say more insistently and louder, noticing the way his chest is barely moving. “Ghost, hey, can y’hear me? You need to take a breath..” You murmur, slowly approaching him.

He’s frozen but you see how his eyes flicker towards you, taking a moment realize where he is. You offer a soft smile you always show him and you nod. “There you are, big guy. Can I touch you?” You make sure to ask because you never know; a soldier during a flashback, touching them? That can be fatal—you trust Ghost as you don’t think he would ever hurt you, but you never know a person.

It takes him a moment to nod, which makes you promptly and gently grab his wrists. You gently guide him to your bed, and you sit him down. You’re nervous—you’re about to calm him down in one of the only ways you know how to, but you’re worried about the consequences you’ll receive afterwards. Oh well, you don’t care, not when Ghost’s eyes are as unfocused as they are.

The bed dips under his weight and you gently spread his legs, standing between them. You grab his arms; they’re deadweight, but his eyes flicker some recognition, allowing you to guide his arms around your waist. You guide his head to lay against your stomach, your hands cradling his masked jaw and the back of his neck.

Ghost takes in a harsh, shuddery breath which makes you hum in approval. “There you go, Ghost. Breathe, you’re alright.” You say in a mellow manner, your thumb brushing over his masked cheek. Ghost takes in another harsh breath as his arms tighten around you. You continue to try to ground him, talking and praising him for his efforts to stay calm. You know he isn’t in the right mind, but you’re still shocked he’s allowed you to touch him for as long as you have.

Something in your gut unravels as Ghost pulls his head away ever so slightly, ripping his mask off and throws it away like it was constricting his breathing. He buries the side of his face back into your stomach, taking you by surprise. Your met with his blonde hair in the low light, your heart stuttering.

You hesitate only for a moment before you bury a hand in his hair on the back of his head, your other hand returning to his jaw, your heart hammering as you note he has stubble as well as something on his skin, like deep scar tissue.

Ghost lets out a noise which you quickly hum in response. “It’s okay, let it out.. Won’t tell anyone about this, okay?” You assure him, causing another noise to escape him, almost like a laugh. “Kinda hard t’do that when a pretty girl is comfortin’ you.” He croaks, his voice broken—both his voice and sentence making your brain short circuit. You laugh in return, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “Shush,” You murmur. “Just relax.”

Ghost nods against your stomach, shakily exhaling. You stay like that for a while; neither of you are sure for how long, and neither of you care. You’re enjoying the rare vulnerability Ghost is displaying, and he’s enjoying the grounding touch you’re currently providing him. The silence is comforting as you comb your fingers through his hair, and you enjoy the weight of his head and his arms.

“I had a nightmare…” Ghost utters. You hold your breath as he looks up at you, and oh god, he’s hot. “..Can I stay with you tonight?” You’re mesmerized by the way his nose is curved—clearly has been broken a couple of times and wasn’t reset right—by the way his eyebrows are furrowed, his big, beautiful brown eyes.. You nearly forget to respond. “Yes,” You push out, resisting the urge to reach up and rub the tension between his brows. “Always.”

#call of duty #call of duty mwii #cod mw2 #cod #mw2022 #modern warfare ii #mw2 2022 #crow’s 4k celebration #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x fem!reader #simon ghost riley x fem!reader #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghost angst #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #mw2 ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x fem!reader #fem!reader #mw2 fanfic #cod mwii #modern warfare ghost

[moonydustx]

The night cook.

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Summary: Insomnia has struck one of the crew and Sanji is willing to find out. Meanwhile, you try to deal with your fear as best you can.

Warnings: I don't know, mention of clowns maybe (yes, exactly what you're thinking).

Word count: 1.4k

Pairing: OPLA!Sanji x F!Reader.

A/N: I have a new obsession and I need to write more and more. I watched the series in one day and now I'm racing against time to catch up with the anime (and soon move on to the manga). It has not been proofread so I apologize for possible errors.

Part 2 here

Sanji was starting to get stressed.

Despite the short time he had been part of the crew, he already knew where he belonged: the kitchen. He could spend hours there and felt comfortable. But something bothered him. Every morning, some fruit always appeared cut, food scraps in the trash, his knives disorganized. He wouldn't look for trouble right away, but he was aware of every move.

Your steps dragged to the kitchen, after another bad night's sleep. The dark circles under his eyes were visible from afar, as was his bad mood.

"Good morning madame! Glad you joined us today for coffee." Sanji caught your attention, placing your plate in front of you.

"Good morning sunshine, your mood seems to brighten the day." Zoro teased you, only earning an eye roll.

You stared at the food in front of you. They looked appetizing, but hunger seemed to be nowhere in your body. You rolled them from one side to the other, without removing any pieces, while heard the others talking in the distance.

"Everything is fine?" The cook's voice caught your attention, a quick glance was enough to realize that the others had already eaten their meals. "Sorry to say ma'am, but you look tired."

"It's okay Ji. I'm just discouraged." You stand up, handing the plate back to him. "They look delicious, but I'm out of food, I'm sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for, my sweet. I heard that if you eat with a full stomach, or in your case without hunger, you can't enjoy the food and the last thing I want is for you to not like one of my dishes ." He leaned on the table, watching you.

"That's impossible. I could eat anything you make, as long as it's you making it."

It had been a while since the two of you exchanged small gestures, small flirtations. Unlike most other women, you weren't bothered by what he said. You felt seen, admired like never before, even though you knew he would say that to a thousand others. Plus, it was fun to see him shy with your answers.

"So... What can I do special for you today. Choose and I'll do it."

"Surprise me!"

You left it in the kitchen and if you looked back, you could see it lost in your image. None of the other beauties would be like that beauty, her beauty. Even though he was still lost, Sanji tried to regain his thoughts, thinking about the perfect lunch.

You got caught up in the tasks on the boat, all to keep the tiredness out of your body. Despite having heard the call for lunch you decided to postpone it, as well as dinner.

When you returned to bathe, you could see that everyone had retired to their rooms. Even with the most comfortable clothes, the coziest sheet and the cool sea breeze coming through the window, it only took a few minutes of sleep for you to wake up sweating, scared.

You were tired of it would be another wasted night. You got up and went towards the kitchen, since sleep didn't decide to appear that night, hunger had already taken its place and a salad would go well at that moment.

You gathered some radishes to cut and a few slices later, you felt the knife against your skin and was scared.

"So you're the cook for the night!" Sanji spoke suddenly.

Before you could curse him for his fright you had to hold back a scream due to the inconvenience of the pain.

"Shit, let me see." in a matter of seconds, he was already in front of you , holding your injured hand.

"It was nothing, you can rest."

"That, young lady, I will decide later." he gently placed a cloth in your hand, pressing it. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

"I couldn't sleep, I decided to prepare something."

"Honey, what's been going on?" He took your hand again, removing the cloth. "Okay, I have the solution to mine and your problem."

He took you by the hand to the bench, placing you in a sitting position, returned to the kitchen, placing a small container to heat and disappeared from sight for a few seconds, returning with a small box in his hands. It brought everything in front of you, allowing you to see what it was really about. A small box with bandage and a small plate with lasagna.

"I saved it from lunch for you, I think you'll like it."

"You know you're my favorite. Shit!" you immediately regretted trying to use your injured hand to eat.

"Now, we'll fix this." The cut was small but uncomfortable and felt a little deep.

You watched him bend down to your height and tend to the small wound like something precious while you ate. The silence between you didn't last long, against your will.

"When are you going to tell me what's been going on? You know, we're friends." Sanji charged, finishing applying the last strip. "Something is wrong with you and I can't figure it out. Besides, you've been destroying my onions in your nightly escapes."

"I'm having some trouble sleeping..." you tried to leave the explanation superficial, but the look in his eyes made it very clear that he wouldn't just buy that.

"You could have told me, you could have made me some tea or something that would help."

"It's not that." You pushed the plate away and straightened up, trying to look away from Sanji. Shame already dominated your body at that time. "It's a stupid thing."

"No mon amour, it's not. I'm here, talk to me."

"There's only one thing in the world that I'm afraid of: clowns. Be they the cute ones or the psychopaths alike..."

"Buggy. Has he been a problem?" Sanji tried to understand, although it didn't make sense since the crew hadn't seen him in days.

"First we were trapped in his circus and it was horrible. Then we had his head on board and I was sure that at any moment he was going to appear. Now, I can't stop having vivid nightmares about it." you confessed, feeling your face burn with embarrassment. "I can't sleep, so I come here at night and I always cook something. I usually watch you cook and it seems like something so relaxing, so good. It hasn't helped me much with my sleep, but at least I've been eating some of the inedible things I make ."

"I bet they're as good as the ones I make and if you don't mind, I'd love to cook with you one of these nights." he winked, eliciting a smile from you. "But for tonight, we need to sleep, finish your plate and I'll be right back with something."

A few minutes and mouthfuls later, Sanji appeared with two mugs, with some hot liquid inside them.

"Herbal tea. It'll help you fall asleep."

"I have my doubts, but…" you took a sip of the sweet drink. "It doesn't hurt to try. Are you sleep deprived too?"

"Not really, I just couldn't leave a lady drinking alone."

"If this works, I promise to buy you the next drink at a bar."

"Wait. This a date?" he asked and if it were possible, you would see hearts instead of his eyes.

"We have the drink." you pointed to the two mugs. "We had dinner." You pointed to the lasagna. "Sounds like a date."

"That miserable clown at least did one good thing"

"Don't ruin the moment, Ji."

The two of you finished your drinks in silence, a few glances exchanged were enough to get comfortable together. Sanji picked up the dishes on the table and you followed him with slower steps.

"Thank you for helping me."

"Who said our date is over?" he turned around, grasping his arm for you to intertwine. "I would never let a lady go alone to her chambers."

"You are a gentleman."

"Only for you amour." He stopped in front of your door. "It's delivered and safe."

You stood on your toes, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, really." You opened the door and before you could enter, you turned around. "Can I ask you one more thing?"

"Whatever madam wants."

"You can stay here for a while, just until I sleep."

"Of course sweetheart" He walked you into the room.

You straightened the bed and lay down on one end, watching him just stare at you, waiting for some sign that he could sit down.

"Please be my guest."

He lay down and almost automatically gave way for you to snuggle against his chest. Your laughter was suppressed when you saw him smiling widely at the contact.

"A few drinks, a dinner..."

"And you ended up in my bed." your voice was already sleepy. Maybe because of the tea, but something said it was more because of the company.

"And I ended up in the perfect place." reciprocating your gesture just now, in the little conscience you had left, you felt his lips touch your forehead. "Sleep missus. I promise not to let any harm come."

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Hi! I loved ur telling Felix if pregnant fic so could we get a p2? Maby e Felix helping reader a morning sickness. Just fluffy ❤❤

Hi my angel!!! here you go! Xoxo

Pregnancy with Felix ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

AN: part two to my headcanons, very fluffy xoxo

- Felix would grow to be exceedingly close and overbearing of you at all times–all within good reason, of course. You felt incredibly tired? No problem, his usual disorganized bed would be neatly prepped and cozy for you with a cup of tea waiting on his night side table. Morning sickness? He was behind you as you would throw up all of your unpleasant remains from the previous night, holding back your silky hair while he gently circled his palm along your sore arched back in soothing motions

- Felix would favor sleeping in with you even if that foolishly resulted in the ignorant academic missing his first morning class, but you were immensely important to him in comparison to his repetitive lectures. He’d wrap you deeply into his chest, entangling both of your legs and arms to construct some sort of warmth from each of your bare bodies. When you’d finally close your eyes to try and regain your interrupted rest, Felix would slide his hand down to just below your ribs and on your abdomen. Though you were barely showing, he could already feel some sort of connection to what was inside of you and it made him feel affectionately sympathetic. Most of all, it made him cherish you even more and from that moment onward, he was destined to continue to treat you in a way that differentiated him from any other sort of love you had ever received.

- It would be too soon for the two of you to move into Saltburn, a manageable idea Felix came up with on a whim upon the two of you trying to discuss the reality of your soon to be future that included a baby. Felix, who terribly wished he could stay with you to attend to your doting needs at every passing hour of each day, still had his classes to attend. You would carefully decide not to continue any further studies, withdrawing yourself from all your classes. Much to your angry parents dismay as they harshly yelled at you once the whole truth unraveled from your apologetic mouth through the lines of a telephone in an empty hallway. They were far away, convenient enough for you, but hearing their harsh tones of pure disappointment made you mentally feel like you had been hit by a bus; paralyzed with sadness among all your other unwanted hormones. Felix, seeing you shamefully walk back into his room was to the rescue as he tried his best to reassure you. There was nothing more he despised than seeing your pretty little eyes swell with tears that were caused from people who should've been supporting you.

- “Y/n, darling, look at me” he would softly cup your flushed, tear-stained cheeks, “I could pay for your education whenever you'd want me to, y’know?” You only nodded at him, sniffling as you felt yourself trying to keep it together. “In fact,” his dark eyes scanned the room before their full attention was back on you, “what do you say we go get a place together, yeah?”

- Felix was soon to follow in sharing the news with his parents and judging by the huge grin he sported on his gorgeous face after hanging up on the telephone, you knew that their reaction was eons away in contrast to how your folks retaliated. And with everything finally being put into motion, a flat just on the outskirts of where campus was located was hastily granted and approved to you and Felix. “Mum was practically screaming with joy,” Felix admitted as he ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head in the process while his mind painted the image of his mother beaming with delight at the thought of a Catton grandchild.

- You imagined your flat to be cute, cozy and fitting, but this was Felix Catton we were talking about. Opening the doors after receiving the keys to your shared place, you were stunned at how breathtakingly modern and posh the interior was. A large living room accompanied with what seemed to be an extraordinarily comfortable sofa, marble stained countertops in a kitchen that was larger than your previous dorm room all topped together with 4 exquisite bedrooms. It was a strange feeling, not unsettling, but very downright gracious as you could see everything playing out as if it were a movie. Candles would be lit on the dining table, the mouth watering smell of dinner you just prepared would be flowing in the air, and there would be an eager infant placed on your hip waiting to be fed. As you’re about to feed your young, Felix would walk in, looking exhausted from a tiresome day, but happy to see the two most important people in his life.

- “So?” he would interrupt your thoughts as he could see you relishing the moment. “I love it,” you would breathlessly vow before Felix could only respond by lifting you off of your feet and cautiously twirling you around the hardwood floors of your flat.

- As the months would slowly start to progress and evolve into life with Felix, you felt at ease for once and being able to have time granted to you allowed you to focus on yourself and your pregnancy, making everything less complicated. You could take any given moment to rest and let your body prepare itself for your child. Felix would do everything in his strong willed nature to find the best doctors for you, being in attendance for every appointment with you, and always kept himself in line for having access to all of your desires.

- Changes–lots and lots of changes. Watching your stomach slowly swell outwards was fascinating and you had accompanied a new profound sense of gratefulness for yourself. Most of the girls your age would probably die if they had to say goodbye to their wardrobe of short skirts and tube tops, but that didn't matter to you anymore, what did was your baby. Felix, on the other hand, was constantly in a state of awe whenever he was around you. His protective hands were always placed on your bump, caressing it with the utmost care possible, all while extensively praising you. “So so beautiful seeing you like this, my darling,” he'd gently whisper in your ear as you laid on top of his lean body, enjoying the spell he'd put you under that was his touch. “Carrying my baby,” he hushed, kissing the top of your head, his fingers unable to stop themselves from stroking one of your sensitive breasts. “You're only going to get more beautiful.”

- With all the happiness, there were also many challenges that you faced. Feeling extremely emotional more days than others, it was mainly the rare moments that Felix wasn't home or around to embrace you with his devoted presence that made you feel like you were missing out on a chunk of events that you should've been at. Felix rushing in after a late lecture that took more of his daunting time than it should have, he swung by you, only giving you a quick pat of a kiss on your forehead, before he rummaged his tote bag of schoolwork away on an empty counter. “You're in a rush,” you observed as he changed his button down into something that seemed far more relaxed and calm. “Uh yeah,” he hurriedly spat, focussing more on fixing himself up, “Oliver and I were gonna head to the pub with a few of the guys, celebratory post midterm drinks and all that.'' Oh, you tried your hardest not to sound letdown by the fact that you would probably spend the majority of the night alone on the sofa continuing to read a catalog you had zero interest in. Felix wanted to hurdle himself to the front door, but feeling tension in the air that was so strong he could cut it with a knife, he paused and glanced at your face that was slowly becoming struck with sorrow. In response, he slowly padded his feet towards you. “What's wrong?” His tone was relaxed and not full of distraction. You sighed, feeling guilty for stopping him in his tracks, “I just feel like I've been missing out on everything,” you found your mind speaking out loud, too late in stopping yourself from speaking the truth. “I miss going out with you, being carefree and reckless,” you pouted, feeling like a fussy child. “Oh, sweetheart,” he took a seat beside you, “I can assure you’re not missing anything, in fact, I'd rather be with you all the time.” it was true, Felix didn't care for his past ways, he was more occupied in his life with you and he'd never trade that for any sleazy party. He rested a loving hand on your stomach, “this is far more important to me.”

- Felix’s favorite pastime hobby with you would be picking out names for your little one. Dressed in nothing but cozy knee high socks and an oversized T-shirt, courtesy of Felix, you would lay a journal just above your bump as your attentive ears would listen to all the ideas sprouting from Felix, smiling as his quick mind came up with more suggestions. “Genevieve for a girl?” he gave you a weary smile, not feeling too confident. “It's beautiful, but too posh and old, no? He chuckled, “mum would have a field day with that one,” he exaggerated his expression, raising his pierced eyebrow before rolling his smitten eyes. “So that's a no, I presume,” you giggled as you crossed it out with your pen.

- Your shared moments that were filled with ambience of love were your favorite times. Soaking every ounce of alone time you could get with Felix because before you knew it, the simple times would turn into long sleepless nights—and not the ones you favored the most with him. Felix would run a bath filled with relaxing salts for you to lay in as he would wash your locks and all parts of your body for you, letting his hands do the work as your head would tilt back in ease, letting all your soreness peacefully exit. The moments spent in bed mainly included Felix resting his head on your bump, freely talking to your child as his voice carried you to sleep. “I love you and your mum so much,” he kissed your bare skin with his soft lips, hoping not to stir you out of sleep, “daddy cannot wait to meet you.”

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