In a world teetering between gods and monsters, Superman clings to kindness like a lifeline-never breaking, always bending toward the light. Daphne Diamond is everything he's not: sharp, cold, and carved from secrets, working for the very man who wants to destroy him. But when a weapon learns how to feel and a savior dares to fall, the line between manipulation and love begins to blur. This is a story about restraint, redemption, and the quiet, aching gravity of being seen.

𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄 - a medicine for sorrow. It is a place, person, or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering. With two brothers, she has always lived in the same house. And always, they had the same neighbors. The same boy with whom she'd hang out everyday, from making sand castles to drawing in kindergarten to making the first-day-of-high-school-pictures to graduating. And to kisses.

THE LITTLE MESS YOU MADE. ❝Who gets all the blame? I guess that's up to you.❞ - The Favors THE BEAR CLEXASWANHEDA 2025

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Madelyn Medina doesn't just critique food - she deconstructs the chefs who make it. Every plate is a fingerprint, every movement behind the pass a clue. Her reviews are quietly feared in high-end kitchens across Europe not just for their precision, but for their unnerving accuracy. She doesn't just say the sauce lacked depth - she'll tell you the chef did, too. When her editor sends her to Copenhagen for a discreet series on discipline and artistry in modern kitchens, Madelyn doesn't expect to be moved - until a single pastry changes everything. Delicate, balanced, and hauntingly personal, it leaves her breathless. She becomes obsessed with writing about it, about the chef who made it, but no one will give her a name. Years pass before she ever tastes him again- just glimpses, crumbs of his presence in a screaming kitchen. And then, finally, she watches him work. Luca Poulter. Methodical. Silent. Composed. And somehow, impossibly more revealing in his stillness than most are with words. >Chef Luca x OC >he doesn't have a last name thats been revealed yet so please forgive me

She's a rising food journalist known for writing the kind of stories that taste like memory. Thanks to her best friend and roommate Sydney, she met him. He's the quiet, meticulous chef behind one of Copenhagen's most elusive kitchens. When she arrives to profile him for a major piece, neither expects much-until silences begin to feel like conversations, shared meals taste like confessions, and unwritten dishes become something more than work. End of season 1 / Beginning of season 2

Amelie came to Denmark on Carmy's recommendation, chasing a reset after burnout and disappointment in Chicago. Staging under Luca was supposed to be purely professional-early mornings, late nights, aching feet, and no emotional entanglements. But from the moment she stepped into his kitchen, everything became... complicated. Luca is calm where Amelie is chaotic, precise where she's impulsive, distant in all the ways that make her want to get closer. There are glances that linger too long, arguments that carry the sharpness of something unspoken, touches that happen too often to be accidental-but nothing crosses the line. Not officially. The kitchen becomes its own language: tension folded like laminated dough, sweetness hidden beneath structure, heat rising steadily between them. And Luca? He notices everything. The way Amelie handles her pastry. The way her breath catches when he leans too close. The way her walls come down, one slow crack at a time. The real problem? He wants her. But Luca doesn't break rules. Not his own. Not unless he already has. In the pressure cooker of a Michelin-starred kitchen, something always boils over. The only question is: when it does, will either of them survive the burn? ******** HI GUYS!! this is a brand new story that i wanted to try out and connect more with pastries and food i have tried so far since i am a passionate fan of cooking:)) please check out this brand new story that i am COOKING and share it with your friends ✨✨ i highly appreciate the support 😋

Y/n wakes up in a strange, different place unaware of her previous ventures. Her brain scrambled she tries to fit in. Only remembering her name, meeting new people may be difficult. Then she meets him. 'God, the hatred I have for that man is tiring.' 'In the end, it was down to us. Although the hatred we had for eachother I'll always love you, y/n.' Gally x Reader Fanfic || 1st book of my trilogy || CHARACTERS DONT BELONG TO ME!! (ONLY Y/N) Most of the scenes belong to me, others don't. A/N - Authors note Y/n- Your name *SMUT, ANGST WARNING* Y/n- Stawberry, blonde hair. Whatever eye color you want. Long hair. Bubbly, persistent personality. Started- 2/4/22 Finished- 22/4/22 30,000+ words #1 gallyxreader - 1/5/22 #1 tmrfanfic - 2/6/22 #1 fanmade - 5/6/22 #1 storyplot - 6/6/22 #1 thomas - 11/6/22 #1 gally - 20/5/22 #1 distopian - 2/9/22 #1 tmrgally - 1/2/23 #1 willpoulter - 16/4/23 #1 glade - 22/4/23 #1 mazerunner - 31/1/24

asa was a fighter, the type of person who would do anything for the people she loved. and she did just that. she'd managed to get herself into the glade, all for her brother. then she met gally, the boy who fought more than he could ever love. and when he met asa, he knew he'd love her more than anything. until they lost each other. [maze runner - deathcure] [started: 3/24- ]