Everyone's Gay | Food Fantasy

Chapter 19

Partially true to his words, Steak brought him yet again to the Ocean of Stars, eyes fixated up on the midnight sky splattered with tiny, shining stars.

They had ditched Gingerbread yet again.

The two basked in the rays of the moon dancing upon their skin, intertwined hands visible in the midst of the night.

Legs hanging over the cliff, they enjoyed the silence between them. It's rare for them — and pretty much all of the food souls — to have this kind of peace when the fallen angels are going rampant in Tierra.

Steak leaned over to Red Wine and rested his head on the other food soul's shoulder, eyes half-lidded with sleep and ecstasy.

♡

Brownie woke up in a cold sweat, eyes wide in anxiety as he leaned over to snuggle further in B-52's arms.

The whirring of the gears reminded him that he's still alive and that's it's all a dream. A fear that pierced through his dreams.

He felt a cool hand run through his hair and his body visibly relaxed, crooning as he buried his face in B-52's chest, letting out a sigh of relief.

B-52 simply hummed and continued his actions, eyes hooded with sleep as he slowly drifted off to Dream land with Brownie in his arms.

♡

Peking Duck knows he's strong, he does, but he has a tendency to take on more than he can handle.

One of Boston Lobster's antennas twitched in pain as the other food soul tended to his wounds. Peking Duck's eyes are filled to the brim with irritation but he tried not to show it.

No words were needed. It's obvious anyways from the way that Peking Duck gave him a worried glance, fingers lightly brushing against his wounds, a hand going up to cup one of his cheeks and give him a kiss on the forehead.

The kiss lingered for longer than expected, a sense of security hitting Boston in waves. I'm here, Peking Duck is silently conveying, but please be careful.

♡

Sukiyaki gave him a quick peck on the cheek when he found the other male sitting on their bed in an unusual, anxious silence.

Curled up into a ball, eyes hooded with self-frustration, Sukiyaki sees it all as he made his way to sit beside Sanma, who immediately collapsed in his embrace when he held his arms out.

Sukiyaki ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down, voice in a hushed whisper, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Sanma simply shook his head as a no, hiding his face in the other's chest. The flirty food soul didn't pry further as he carefully layed them down.

Sanma shifted his body to be in a more comfortable position above Sukiyaki, humming in contentment as he lulled himself to sleep to the rhythmic beat of the other's heart.

♡

Black Tea didn't need an explanation, her slumping posture is enough for her to guide Milk back onto their bed, where they lied down.

It's obvious to her that Milk will have a crazy day tomorrow, so she wanted her to take a break from reality.

Milk let out a troubled sigh, curling up beside Black Tea and closed her eyes, reminding herself that she's alright; nothing happened to her, she's alive.

With that in mind, she went off to a dreamless sleep.

♡

Cassata couldn't help but admire Pizza's face — peaceful and content, just like what he wanted it to be.

He let out a breath as he carefully treaded his fingers through the blond's disheveled un-tied hair, a smile dancing his lips as Pizza unconsciously leaned closer to his hand, chasing its warmth.

He wished this would last forever. This peace, with no fallen angels rampaging Tierra, with him and Cheese and Master Attendant and all of the other food souls.

Oh how he wished he could live his life as a normal person, yet that wish is far from his reach.

♡

Bonito Rice purred, their ear against Raindrop Cake's chest to listen to his heartbeat.

Raindrop Cake smiled as he lightly traced on the other food soul's back, hypnotising them and himself to sleep.

He looked up to see the moon with the stars above in the midnight sky. The silence between them is comfortable and the atmosphere is, as expected, loving.

Raindrop Cake pulled Bonito Rice closer to him, a soft and satisfied smile on his face. He wouldn't have this any other way.

♡

"Sachertorte..." Baguette whispered, weakly tugging on the said food soul's clothes in an attempt to pull him to bed, eyes hooded with exhaustion and want for the other's warmth.

"You go first, babe, I still have to finish this." Sachertorte replied, prying the other's hand away to focus on his work. Dark, visible eye bags rimmed under his eyes and the other is not having it.

"There's still tomorrow." Baguette curled his fingers around the other's chin to gently force Sachertorte to face him, giving him a quick kiss. "Please, you need to rest."

The words are mumbled against his lips as if Baguette is whispering a spell on Sachertorte, because he involuntarily stood up and went to bed with him, unbeknownst to his exhausted mind.

♡

"Dude, there's no time to brood around."

Cola spoke as he rose from the comforts of their bed, crossing the room to stand before Hamburger, whose face has a solemn look on it.

"I failed to protect Master Attendant, how am I supposed to calm down?" Hamburger asked, mostly to himself. Cola heaved out an irritated sigh.

"Hamburger, Master Attendant is doing alright after the Catacombs incident and that's all it matters." Cola grabbed the other's hands and pulled him to bed, giving him a kiss on the forehead as if saying, You did your best.

♡

Dragon & Phoenix ran his arm over the space next to him on the bed, only to feel nothing. Void of life.

He grumbled, thinking that Realgar Wine is still cooped up in his workspace, too caught up in his work to even notice that time has ticked by.

He found himself standing in the middle of the other food soul's chamber (?). Obviously Realgar Wine doesn't notice the presence of a new person.

"Realgar," Dragon & Phoenix called out, causing the said person's body to jolt upward. "When was the last time you slept?"

Realgar Wine didn't answer, only further solidifying the other food soul's assumption and he — gently but forcefully — threw the other over his shoulder and hauled his ass back to bed, much to Realgar Wine's dismay.

♡

Zitui Bun sat upright on their bed, figure shivering as he pulled the blankets close to his body with one hand, his other hand cradling Momo, patiently waiting for his beloved to arrive back in the villa and into his waiting arms.

As if the gods have heard his cry, the bedroom door creaked open, a familiar silhouette appearing to slither into the room, the soft eyes of Longjing Tea meeting his own.

"It's late, why are still awake?" Longjing Tea hummed, questioning the obviously tired-of-the-Dragon-Gang's-shit food soul as me waltzed over to join him on the bed.

"I was waiting for you." Zitui Bun replied, letting go of Momo to wrap an arm around the other's waist, the blanket slipping off his shoulders but he didn't care.

His beloved's presence is enough to keep him warm and content.

I grew lazy and out of inspirations so I'm going to end this book when Chapter 20 comes up and start a new one AAAAAAAA—