#and i want to be making (and eating) cake and and and

[lavenderprose]

Emmrich actually IS the suave and charismatic gentleman we've all been waiting for. Forget your Alistairs and your Cullens. Emmrich says dear and darling and has enough Big Dick Energy that you sense him coming from three rooms away. What's that shift in the air? Emmrich's natural necromantic aura touching the Fade? Well yes but also the sound of his monster cock swinging in his perfectly tailored trousers.

Emmrich talks to Rook like there's a love letter addressed to them specifically lodged in his voice box. He touches them like he paid money for the privilege. Emmrich uses his wealth to help others, he is NOT a person who desires power, and he expects the same of others. One time he looked at Rook and said, "The only good noble is a dead one," and even though Rook knew he was talking about the residents of the Necropolis, or perhaps because of that, it made Rook so wet they had to go sit down against a tree and bang their head a little to calm down.

Sometimes Rook shows up in Emmrich's room of an evening and without even missing a beat Emmrich says, "Come have a seat, darling," and Rook sits next to him only for him to tut and pat his knee. Immediately, Rook is perched there like he's Santa Claus.

"The things one can sense when truly in tune with the fade are inspiring," Emmrich says, and other such nonsense as his touch finds the path of least resistance to Rook's skin without hesitation. His fingers are cool and kind and they trace up the side of Rook's ribs like they might slot perfectly between them, like Rook was built as a home for his hand.

"You're killing me," Rook says, because he is, because Rook could actually choke and die from how badly they want to feel Emmrich's mustache on their thighs.

"Yes, but only a little death," Emmrich says. He smiles and his bangles jingle merrily away as he plays with Rook's chest. "Every time I touch your body, I'm already longing for the moment I'll touch it again."

"Guh," says Rook. "Hrng. Hunh."

"I quite agree. I find that words fail me when it comes to...how you make me feel, dearest." This is what Emmrich says, but fails utterly to demonstrate as he leans in and delicately bites Rook's earlobe, whispering seventeen of the twenty filthiest things Rook has ever heard. Things like I'll eat you like a cake, though you're more delicious and the Fade sings your name when I'm in you and--

"If I have to hear ONE MORE THING about that necromancer's cock," seethes Solas, who did NOT know that he was signing up for nightly pornographic lullabies when he decided to kick it in the back of Rook's head. This is the fourth time he's said that this week. He will hear many, many more things about that necromancer's cock.

"YES EMMRICH," echoes through the Fade, "Gods YES, harder! Give it to me!"

The spirits of the Fade, who like Emmrich a whole helluva lot more than they like Solas right now, twirl and giggle.

[acid-ixx]

before the bell rings (a loving family, an unpalatable desire spin-off)

ft. romatic yandere bruce wayne x gn reader x platonic yandere batfam.

tw: slight nsfw. bruce watches and kisses you while you sleep. in no way, shape or form do i condone this behavior irl.

ihave a raging headache but i don't care because i love making spin-offs of my original series'. and now i've been thinking of something related to a loving family, an unpalatable desire where just like again &. again being the opposite of like him, in this current universe i'm writing about;

you're much too loved by your husband, bruce wayne.

there are eyes everywhere when you two have been into the first stages of your marriage. he may have proposed to you for the sake and promises of protection both your families agreed upon from when martha and thomas and alive— your relationship must've been purely transactional during your childhood; but in the process of knowing you better during the planning for your wedding, in the process of grief and accepting his parents' deaths, a broken childhood and cold glances—

bruce came to love the comfort and warmth you offered him.

the entire time he was convinced that your marriage will be all but a distant relationship all throughout planning for possible venues, cake designs, guests and attires; a task he chose to uphold for the sake of your preference of a picture perfect wedding and his reputation to keep in public.

it was all that, mere promises to maintain cordiality.

there would be no affectionate touches, or the need for intimacy during both your honeymoon stages. he respects your boundaries, and you do with his privacy. after the entire wedding, everything will return to normal; with the added fact that you'd simply be living in his mansion with no qualms to bother him whatsoever.

those were unsaid agreements that you yourself knew to abide by. you were never close with the man you'd be married with during childhood, after all. for him, you must've been a checklist for him to fulfill his parents' will; there was no love before or after his grief, not even when you'd attend the funeral and expressed your apologies for the loss— his eyebrows furrowing at your shorter form, but never quite looking at you.

younger you knew it was the protection that will be granted, and never the love you wanted, but you still held on to that flicker of hope that somehow, someday you'll eventually form an amicable bond with your soon-to-be husband.

yet to you, he was the only ticket way out of your abusive home life, one filled with not only coldness, but sharp glares from a mother who never wanted you and painful beatings from a father who criticizes his own child's every mistake, each hit more painful than the last.

as much as you desire something more homely from your soon to be husband, you've long since accepted that your life will never be filled with visceral love that eats you up, love whose hands tangle upon your hair not out of sheer hatred but desire, love whose strong arms raise you up in the air rather than raises itself up to hit you.

and as you both prepare for your wedding, an air of awkwardness and discomfort was expected. backs turned, never facing each other, your eyes never quite looking at his, and unwanted brushes of each other's bodies bumping into each other translates itself to tension and mere desire to get over the plans just as quickly.

bruce tells himself, it will all be over soon. this is necessary to keep up facades and earn more connections. he hasn't been as close with childhood friends after his parents' death, hence why he was too ruffled to properly communicate with his partner after years of isolation from peers. he knows you know to understand that fact.

you tell yourself that as much as your heart aches at the impending doom that you wouldn't be able to spend time with your husband as much after the entire fiasco of dealing with wedding arrangements, with wayne enterprises and hundreds of other duties to fulfill— you've nothing to do but embrace that mere fact.

so it was all that.

bruce will never love you as much as you force yourself to love each and every flawed part of him. the first steps of planning your marriage already reflected what would soon be the damning years of a loveless courtship.

love is painful, loving bruce will be painful. your heart will never flutter at the meaningless bouquet of flowers he'd gift you, or jewelry that was never your preference, all because you both knew it was a necessary farce to make things prettier on the outside. bruce can never learn to love again after the heartbreak of losing two of his loved ones.

all that.

yet the longer you two spend time in the same room in stuffy outfit fittings and bakeries whose warmth both your loves you thought would never quite reach— the more bruce notices the slight quirk of your lips every time he guessed your favorite color or design, the gleam in your eyes glowing brighter at him choosing what he thought would be the perfect confectionaries for reception, and the tiny claps and soft tugs at the cuffs of his sleeve the more he chooses to accommodate each and every preference of yours.

he starts to fall, not out of hindsight. he was never an obvious man, no.

but he fell in love, either way.

with your habits, the way your hands gesture your excitement, and the shy grin you show his way whenever he pursues physical affection to you in both private and public; with you melting into his once stiff chest and ridged shoulders, hands wrapped around your waist, head slowly nuzzling into the crown of your hair. sometimes he'd be brave enough to caress your hips and run his fingers through the flesh between your neck and shoulders.

every damn time he takes a newer risk, every time, you'd be left shocked, yet never pushing away at his ministration.

a surprise that rewires your perception of him in your mind— not less pleasant nonetheless.

he falls in love whenever his heart beats faster— a feeling he thought he'd never come across after years of hardened training— at the way you buzz every time he proposes you two go out on dates, at your unheard gasps whenever he actually gives you bouquets of your favorite flowers as gifts, at your incoherent mumbles as you two walk through the farmer's market with his body shielding you from stalking paparazzi's and countless of admires; your mouth forming words, brows furrowed, oblivious at bruce's unwavering gaze and arms ready to rest upon your shoulders as if he never once hesitated to touch you.

and he soon realizes that he begins to yearn sleeping in the same room as you. you still stay at your home at the time being, only to be housed at his right after your marriage— but bruce loses sleep all the same. at thoughts of what you would feel like all pressed up against him, the warmth that emanates off your body every time your arms would explore his chest, and how he'd wake up to your wide, intoxicating smile, calling him, bruce wayne, your husband as you caress him and tell him breakfast is ready.

he could picture you sitting beside him, your arms unknowingly on his thighs because you crave physical affection, your attention on both your children, chattering with them as if you were always their parent. he sees you scolding damian for sneaking food under the table for his, telling jason and tim off for arguing yet again, whilst dick laughs at his brother's clumsy way of eating with barbara rebuking his statements. you'll always be the first person cass would talk to about her ballet recitals, the one duke chides for advice about which club to choose, and steph's first choice every time she stumbles upon drama.

the entire atmosphere would be spontaneous. there could be small fights, little debates and sometimes even tension, yet they listen to you nevertheless. at your pretty voice giving them an earful altogether whilst bruce would worship you with his hungry eyes, forgetting the breakfast on his plate just to hold himself back from the urge to pepper kisses on you in front of the family.

the perfect dream, like a gomez to his morticia who admires every side of them. their beauty, their sadness, anger and flaws. you complete him, he only realizes at such a late time.

just as quick as he imagines those fantasies, bruce would find himself stalking through the confines of your family home as batman; confirming to himself your breathing patterns, the flutter of your eyes, soft mumbles, and your tight hold on one of your pillows, wishing it was him instead. there, he takes in the state of your room: the decor, your wallpapers, each and every trinkets and hobbies you've collected all over the years; and most importantly, just how small and confined your room is, yet cozy at the same time.

the manor would be your castle soon enough, and he promises that it would feel as homely as your previous room. he promises that you wouldn't be sleeping alone eventually. you'll be so loved... so cared for. he'll learn to properly love you, how to touch you in all the ways he could imagine, to kiss parts left neglected, to satiate the hunger watching you every damn time.

every night, he gains newer information about you as you sleep oblivious to the presence looming above you. every night, he notes the texture of your bedsheet, the blankets that hug at your body tightly, the pillows you drool on and the softness of your mattress.

he'd ruffle your hair, and begin to trudge closer and closer to you, to the point his confidence would be at an all time high and he'd be breathing the same pattern as you, body nearly pressed atop yours as his hands tangle itself upon your messy hair. bruce watches your skin bathe in the moonlight's glow, he admires the slow rise and fall of your chest and the delicious peaks of skin from the fabric that threatens to fall.

his desire only grows stronger, his willpower grows weaker all the same.

and at a time of momentary weakness, at the passion that drips off his body merely watching you, at the unsated hunger and moments of restricting himself from touching you too much during your times together— he kisses you while still sleeping, deeply and unregretful at his choice. devouring your lips, wishing he could instead feel his tongue pressing against yours, and licking at the drool that escapes from his relentless kisses. his hands would be on either side of your head, but his thighs pin your waist, heavy and unrelenting on moving from its position.

when he lets go, he laps at his lips for any remaining taste of you, hardwiring the memory into the deepest, most sinful parts of his brain, and admires your beauty from up close. bruce watches just how angelic you look sprawled atop a bed that soon would be big enough to fit two, he sees the smile slowly forming on your face, and the giggles that erupt all while you still remain asleep.

you must've been dreaming something pleasant. he hopes that it is him, he hopes that it would be him lavishing you in his love.

and he'll be coming back home right after pecking your lips and cheeks one last time, before leaving your room, to sleep in his bed all alone after a night of a passionate endeavor. he'll be dreaming of a night with you, every night with you in fact. of your pleasured closed-eyed smile in bed and arms that reach to wrap around his body like you do your pillows. he'll cover you like a blanket with his warmth, too.

and you'll always be in his mind, even as he wakes up every morning after another day of sleepless patrol, without you by his side, without your body pressed tightly against his, without the feeling of your plush skin on his scarred one, or the melody of your snores and flutter of your eyes at the light that hits it; bruce would never be satisfied.

in fact, he begins to crave for more as he touches his lips, remembers how easily pinned you are, how fitting your body is wrapped around his. he realizes that mere fantasies would only serve as distractions, he realizes that he needs the real thing.

soon, he'll invite you to the manor, all in his own accord, without hesitation or implications that it was all for mere planning.

there you would be, shy and modestly greeting his children. bruce notices the way your finger shivers, and the barely concealed smile that makes it way to your face when you finally meet your soon-to-be family, your soon-to-be children.

unaware, oblivious to the night he took your first-kiss. he knows it is your first kiss, you've written it in a journal of yours that you're saving it for whoever is your future husband— it's only right that he prides himself in the fact that he is your fiance.

he notices how well you fit in the manor, how you're such a perfect match to the neverending energy of adrenaline to fight and to patrol, acting as a mediator, a peacemaker to the hustle and bustle of spontaneous fights and arguments that alfred used to deal with alone. and his children—?

god, his children love you.

after first impressions, after you spend time coddling beside your fiance, talking to each and every one of them with a fond smile; acting as if they're all already your children without any second thoughts, never forcing yourself into their lives or invading private topics or inside jokes like the other suitors interested in bruce who visited; after you leave the manor despite their insistence that you stay—

all of them took it in their hands to help you both prepare for the wedding arrangements; damian made a comment to push for the wedding date to be way earlier. dick says he'd be in charge of the music, steph butts in saying she knows how to play the piano, cass opens up about performing a ballet piece during the wedding, duke suggests alfred should be handling the food, barbara says she has connections with entertainment factions, tim states matterof fact that he will be organizing the entire schedule, even jason insists on attending, just simply disguised amongst the background.

it would've been a marriage where it's only your side of the family who attend, an agreement you both settled for in the earlier stages of planning, but...

if the family loves you so much at just a first impression then...

bruce wayne loves his spouse even more.

and you, being the hopeless romantic you ever are, craving intimacy at such a young age from the lack of it, took the bait and fell into his controlling hold when you've still had the chance to back out.

after all, what is love without sacrifices?

soon enough, what once were lingering, unsure touches would be bruce holding you tightly against his chest like you two were puzzle pieces fit perfectly together. he was never the type to compliment through words, but every time you wear your favorite shade or those that matches his suit colors every time you both go out for outings, his bright blue, yet dull eyes would glimmer in the sunlight, taking in your entire form. he'll kiss you for what feels longer than half a minute, and sometimes even pin you down against the mahogany door of the office if it meant he was that pleased.

you love the attention, you bask at just how easy it is to love his children. even if their personalities contrast, even through the fights they sometimes have in front of you; none ever lash out at you for breaking it up, even the youngest, damian, who would always be the most violent amongst the siblings.

hell, he'd always be the most possessive, the most demanding of your attention for whenever you stray too close to his other siblings. always glaring, always picking up fights and insulting everyone, but never directing anything at you, even threatening to bite those who dare touch any gifts you give him.

yet you love them, either way, and you've come to love bruce, too. at the most unexpected of times, even. you love it when his touches linger a bit longer, you buzz with joy every time he'd hide your face from paparazzi and hold you tighter, never once letting a hand stray far away from your body, always having you in his arms just like how your perfect fantasies would always play in your head.

and even if you're still unaware of bruce's identity of being batman, the same hero you used to fear, you still insist on kissing bruce's scars that he always comes home with every night after patrol. you let yourself become a treasure he worships, you allow him to kiss you, defile you, and never once let you out alone anymore— your occasional manor visits before your marriage turned into countless of nights spent under a roof with people you thought you'd never be... that closely intimate with.

it is only before the wedding bell rings that bruce falls in love with you, and it would soon be after that you realize just how trapped you truly are.

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: after this, i will return to hibernation. and if anybody asks, yes, superman wanting to smash you in this au is still canon. and yes, he will find a way to persuade you in smashing him.

taglist: @donnaaurelia, @prince-nikko, @neerathebrightstar (i hope u like this :))), @mr-celestial-writings, @glasscurrents, @sh4rk-k1d, @vellichor-and-hiraeth, @sammytheotakunerd.

[paradoxius]

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[insidekatmind]

Only yours~Jobe Bellingham

Wearning: +18, smut, jealousy, english is not my first language

It was a quiet evening, one of those perfect to go out to dinner without too much hurry. The restaurant you had chosen with Jobe was elegant, but cozy, with soft lights and a relaxing atmosphere. Sitting at your table near a large window overlooking the illuminated street, you talked about everything and nothing, as you always did.

Jobe seemed relaxed, dressed in a simple yet flawless manner, with a smile that illuminated his face every time he looked at you.

"So," he said, putting his elbow on the table and looking at you with those curious eyes, "was it your idea to choose such a fine place? Or is there a purpose?"

You looked at him pretending to be offended, but with a funny smile. "A second purpose? Sure, I just wanted you to try their famous chocolate cake. They say it’s the best in town."

"Ah, and I thought I was the main attraction of this evening," he replied, laughing under his moustache.

Just then the waiter arrived, a young and cute boy with a smile a little too warm for your taste. He looked at you insistently, almost completely ignoring Jobe.

"Good evening," said the waiter, laying down the menu in front of you. "Can I recommend something special? With your eyes, I’d say something delicate, like smoked salmon, would be perfect."

You felt uncomfortable and glanced at Jobe, whose smile had just shrunk a little.

"I’d rather have a look at the menu first, thank you," you replied politely, trying to tone down the tone.

The waiter seemed determined to continue, but Jobe interrupted him, in a calm but steady voice. "I would like to know what is special about it. Perhaps you’d recommend something for both of us?"

Jobe’s tone was clear, and the waiter, sensing the atmosphere, merely smiled a quick smile before leaving. But all evening, you could feel Jobe’s eyes getting darker every time the waiter approached the table.

When you finally finished eating, you left the restaurant. Silence immediately fell between you. Jobe walked a few steps away, his hands in his pockets and his eyes fixed on him.

"Jobe?" you called, but he didn’t answer. His face was tense, his lips closed.

You stopped, letting him go a few steps. Then, without thinking too much, you went to meet him, taking him by the arm. "Hey, what’s going on?"

He stopped, but did not look at you immediately. "Nothing," he answered sharply, but the tone betrayed him.

You shook your head and, without saying anything, you came closer, gently placing a hand on his chest. "Do not lie. You’re mad about that waiter, aren’t you?"

He finally looked up at you. "I’m not angry," he said, but his look revealed otherwise. " It’s just... I don’t like the way he looked at you. And you didn’t say anything."

"I didn’t mean to make a scene," you replied, getting even closer. "But do you really think I would be interested in someone who isn’t you?"

You didn’t give him time to answer. You leaned out and kissed his neck, slowly, letting yourself be carried away by the feeling of his warm skin against your lips. You felt him sighing softly, and when you turned away, a sweet smile had already formed on his face.

"You know," he said in a softer voice, gently squeezing your hips and drawing closer to himself, "when you do that it is impossible to stay angry with yourself."

You smiled, looking into his eyes. "Then stop sulking and let me enjoy the rest of the evening with you."

Jobe laughed, a warm and sincere sound, and pulled you even closer. " All right, but next time we pick a place where no one will try to steal my girlfriend’s attention."

"Deal done," you replied with laughter as you walked away, hand in hand.

You smiled against her skin, feeling the warmth of her body that enveloped you. Your lips came back to touch his neck, leaving slow and gentle kisses, almost wanting to erase all traces of his bad mood. He did not move immediately but you felt his hands clench your hips with greater determination, as if he wanted to anchor you to himself, as if only the contact with you could calm him completely.

"You never stop, eh?" he whispered with a smile that split halfway between the amused and the gently surrendered. His voice was warmer now, relaxed.

"I can’t," you replied without stopping, stroking the corner of his jaw with another kiss. "I love too much to see you smile."

He laughed softly, the sound deep and contagious, while slightly tilting his head to give you more space, as if inviting you to continue "I didn’t think that making me jealous would lead to... this."

"Make you jealous?" You looked him in the eye, but didn’t go far away. "I don’t think I did anything. And besides, it’s nice to see you so protective."

His eyes softened as he watched you, as if I were his whole world at that moment. " It’s not that I’m protective,' he said with a touch of shyness, "it’s just... I don’t want to share you with anyone, not even a stupid waiter. '"

You smiled again, letting a hand slide from his shoulder to his chest, fingers moving gently against the fabric of his shirt. " You must never share me, Jobe," whispers, looking at him softly.

"I’m yours, you know?"

He didn’t answer immediately, but the smile that curled his lips was enough Then, with a slow and determined gesture, he drew you even more towards himself, holding you in a safe embrace "Sometimes I wonder how it is possible that you always manage to make me feel like this," He admitted, bowing his head to touch yours with his forehead

"How what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow

"As if I were the luckiest guy in the world."

You melted into a bright smile, then you kissed his neck, this time with a more playful touch. "Because you are, Jobe. But if you forget it again, you know I’ll have to kiss you again until you remember."

He burst out laughing, the sound full of joy, and lifted you slightly to make you turn on yourself, as if you were dancing there in the middle of the street.

"I hope I’ll forget it often, then," he said with a radiant smile. 'Because I like too much the way you make me remember."

He burst into laughter, the sound full of joy, and lifted you slightly to make you turn on yourself, as if dancing there, in the middle of the street "I hope I’ll forget it often, then,' he said with a radiant smile "Because I like this way you make me remember."

You stood there, wrapped in each other, forgetting the world around. For that night, you were alone, lost in a hug that seemed to be able to stop time.

You smiled maliciously by getting him into cars and he looked at you with a funny smile.

You untied his jeans and lowered his boxer shorts to take his cock in your hand and start stroking him.

He groans as you join his mouth with his own while you kiss him softly and continue to give him the Saw.

"Shit y/n" mumbles while you have detached your lips from his to take his cock in the mouth and start licking his dick and sucking him while playing with his balls.

Jobe moans as he gently closes his eyes, breathing slowly while putting a hand in your hair while you were sucking his cock and he groans loudly because it is like sucking his soul.

"Shit, this mouth is made to suck my dick" he moaned while raising his hips and making you gag and you groaned.

He started to fuck you in the mouth and he got drunk in your mouth and you swallowed every single drop.

You took his cock out of his mouth and kissed him and he smiled pussies in his lap while he was still stunned by the orgasm you gave him.

"What was it?" Jobe murmured satisfied and she smiled.

"I wanted to reassure you that I’m only yours" you said and then gave him another kiss on the mouth.

[pixeldolly]

My Apocalypse Challenge Rules

@coriel-muroz asked me which rules I'm using for my Apocalypse Challenge, and I promised I'd post them. They are largely Phaenoh's, but with a few tweaks/additions by me, which will be written in red. Some of these changes just made sense to me, others I decided to implement because I found they made things more fun (for me).

Mind you, these are just the Restriction Level 1 rules, because I'm nowhere near unlocking Level 2.

Restriction Level #1

You cannot move in or marry in any Sims or pets until the founder reaches the top of their Career.

Family Aspiration Perks may not be redeemed before the above requirement has been met. Interesting Rule Change:

Here you should include a few community lots in your hood at the moment. A military base, a soup kitchen/food bank, and a First Aid station may be built and sims may visit them a few times provided they follow certain rules. While these comm lots *may* include items currently restricted, such as a restaurant stove to feed the hungry. They still need to be very VERY limited.

As for visiting them, the entire family needs to visit when you go. Protection in numbers, you can't leave anyone at home either. If you have toddlers or infants currently, you will have to wait. You may only go out once a week, and you need to visit all before going to any a second time.

Going out only once a week means the rest of the time your founder Sim will be stuck at home skilling/going to work, which is a little dull. The most interesting/fun situations take place on community lots, so I decided to let them visit one community lot per day, instead of all of them in one day.

Your sims may NOT take a job without visiting their new 'place of employment' first. Send your founder down to the military base, first aid station, or soup kitchen to become their newest 'recruit'. Community lots are allowed to break their own rules but no others. You are allowed to eat at the Culinary community lot, and you are allowed to fish at the Oceanography lot, however, you can't have electrical lights at the Medical facility until Science has been lifted, understand? 

I can't be bothered getting a bunch of non-electrical lights, plus I have plenty of cool apocalyptic light fixtures, so I get around this restriction by placing a (decorative) generator on each lot. There, electricity is working again!

Update/Rule Change: Teen jobs are restricted even further. Its really just not safe enough out for teens to go by themselves. They may join the military, but if they want to be in medical or culinary, they may only take that job if one of the adults in the house also has that job. Once they themselves are adults they may, of course, switch jobs by visiting a different career center comm lot.

Culinary

You may only prepare food once per sim day. Once any Sim has prepared food, no other may do so for the rest of the day. A Sim making a one-serving meal counts. Baby bottles do not. Filling any pet food bowl counts against the family's "one meal per day".

Sims may not purchase or use anything from the Ovens or Small Appliance category except for the cheapest grill. I also used a hotplate I downloaded, which I think is appropriate. Its hunger rating is only 1.

Grilled Cheese Aspiration Perks may not be redeemed.

Sims may not prepare Gelatin.

Sims may not purchase or use the Nectar Bar or Vending Machines.

Sims may not Give Treats to pets.

Sims may not use the Tea Time table.

Sims may not purchase or use birthday cakes, wedding cakes, the bakery display case or any catering buffet tables.

Sims may NOT store leftovers – in the fridge, in inventory, marked for sale, or in a display case.

Sims may not prepare food, purchase, or eat on community lots, save for one plate per sim at the Food Center. What's the point of building a food center if it's just for show?

You may not use the Delivery menu on the phone to order Pizza or Chinese food.

Only Sims in the Culinary career track can make use of the Chocolate Maker.

Once a Culinary master emerges from the household, new ways are invented to preserve food. Sims learn better ways to cook the artificial food and how to rewire home appliances so they can be used again. They also open up supply chains to coffee growers. All Culinary restrictions are lifted.

Medical

Sims may not use medicine to become well.

You may not give dogs a bath or purchase or use the litter box.

No showers, Medicine Cabinet, or changing tables may be purchased or used.

If a rain collector is present on the lot (there's one in the Castaways conversions packs), a sim may have a bath after it has rained. The rest of the time I keep the tub in their inventory so they can't sneak a bath when I'm not looking. I might also download a mod to enable Sponge Baths at all times.

Pools,sprinklers, hot tubs, and saunas may not be built or used.

Whenever Sims Woohoo, they MUST choose Try for Baby.

That's not how it works, nobody is fertile 100% of the time. Instead, I enable Risky Woohoo in ACR with a fairly high chance of pregnancy (20%)

Sims may not purchase Vamprocillin-D, WitchBeGone, Lycanthropic-B, or Plantophic-C.

Only Sims currently employed in the Medical career may use the Surgical Dummy

Once a leader in the medical field emerges from the family and leads the Red Cross restoration effort, clean running water is restored to the region. Supplies of medicine and contraceptives are now available to the people who need it. The Medical restrictions are lifted.

Military

Sims may not travel to any community lots, except to the required three once a week.

You may not invite over any Sims with two exceptions:

Sims may invite over other Sims they are have red hearts with, or are engaged to. (True love knows no fear.)

If your Sim owns a car (and has it placed on a driveway on the lot), you may also invite over Sims your Sim is best friends with. (Your Sim spins by and picks the buddies up.)

You may purchase the Military Maxis Car after reaching lvl 6.

Teenage Sims may not Ask Permission to Go Out or Sneak Out

Sims may not go Hiking/Jogging or Walk off the lot. I make an exception for Psychosim's Zombie Hunting mod, because it's just so thematically appropriate (military Sims only, ofc)

Only Sims currently in the military can use the Obstacle Course object.

Sims in the military can offer self-defence training to other members of the community at the Obstacle Course. They can't protect everyone all the time, and this way Sims can become better able to fend off zombie attacks. (Community Lot Skilling mod needed)

Once a brave general from the family leads the local National Guard in a strike force against the zombie hordes, the streets will become safe to travel again and the Military restriction is lifted. This is also where I plan to get rid of my Zombie Apocalypse mod (and the zombies) but it's up to you!

Security Pet Zombies, mobsters, anarchists, burglars . . . there is a lot out there that can get you. Even if these threats don't directly harm Sims, the fear of them does. A thick blanket of paranoia has spread over the region. Sleep does not come easy to a fearful mind, and the idea of these bad guys out to get them is enough to keep most Sims awake at night.

Sims may not sleep in a bed or on a couch with an Energy rating higher than 3.

Once a family pet is inducted to the Pet Corps, Sims begin to rid themselves of paranoia and get in the habit of sleeping soundly at night. The Service Pet restriction is lifted. If you do not have Pets EP, then this restriction becomes part of the Military restriction, and is lifted when that one is.

[mionghairearracht]

i do feel like this misses antis, who are basically the group hanging out around the party waiting to beat the crap out of anyone who eats or even looks at a cake if they don't like it.

like there are multiple fandoms where there have been people going through the comments section of fics they don't approve of to harass commentors, i and other people have gotten hatemail for liking the wrong piece of art, someone put fucking needles in cookies to give to a fanartist because they disapproved of what she drew.

i don't think we are ever going to get fandom culture that emphasizes participation again if we don't deal with them and their puritanism bullshit because people don't want to be harassed and attacked.

it sucks but there are actual risks in fandom and for a ton of people there isn't going to be anything you can say that's going to make "possibility of getting sexual harassment and death threats, maybe even swatted and doxxed" worth commenting in public for.

people are going to continue being private about fandom until its safe to be public and it is very much not safe right now

current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.

[parkcivconfess]

hiii.... Cannibalism anon again, i have never even thought about that omg the old man fucked up big time like actually and he never got the fair punishment for his crimes?? He shouldve rotted in parkour hell for his parkour sins

Ok but switching topics to starvation . Do you think that sharing food is a common love language for the noobs. Like theyre willing to not eat for an entire day just to give someone else their portion.

Imagine EMF gave Evbo his golden carrots back when Evbo was still a master and Evbo just started tearing up before remembering he's not at the noob level anymore and the food here is plentiful, EMF has full hunger bar, a few golden carrots is nothing. Because to the masters, dignity and maintaning respect for oneself is more important than survival. EMF is not Evbo, he wouldnt know just how valuable the act of giving food to Evbo means to him

And. He may not feel hunger anymore as a champion or the Parkour God, but he would never turn down food thats personally given to him. Even if eating makes him sick. Even if it never fulfills his hunger. You had him in mind when you're giving this food to him, and honestly? Its more so the thought thats enough for him

omg i believe this too. i think evbo is REALLY big on sharing like even the most personal items he has he will share them with other people he likes. even if they refuse he always offers JUSTTT one more time for good measure. i also think he'd be like. really hyper aware / concerned about how much and when everybody's eating on each level because he really doesn't want them to starve or anything cause he knows what it's like and it fucking SUCKS.

he sometimes brings food over for see'watt even though he HATES him because starving is very unpleasant and it's not like anybody would let see'watt into food establishments after everything he did.

i think that emf is just really. lanky and tall with a high metabolism so evbo often over worries about his health out of love and care (which often comes as annoying to emf until he finds out what noobs in evbos day lived like and realizes that evbo cares for him so much that he'd literally starve for him).

emf makes a cake for his birthday or something and evbo SOBS like a little BABY

[adviceformefromme]

💖 YOUR NEW YEAR PRE-LUDE (33 DAYS TILL 2025) [GLOW UP SERIES] 💖

If you’re still waiting till 1st Jan 2025 to change your life, then sweetie you’re already ten steps behind. The ladies that have been following this series know we been on this GLOW-UP since September!!! Which means there has been plenty of time for trial and error, plenty of time to join the gym, slack off and then get back into and fall off again, because by the 2025 arrives we already in our NEW ROUTINE. ELEVATED. CEMENTED. But if you’re late to the party fear not, I’ve got the goodies. This period is all about finding your ENERGY LEAKS and fixing them. It’s one thing to want to start a new business, loose weight, meet the love of your life…But what if you keep failing before you even start? What if when the evening comes you have no energy for the gym, what about if you try to loose weight but keep eating those free cakes in the office? To fix the issues, you’ve got to identify where you’re slipping up and to do this you need to start REFLECTING. Reflection is going to change your life, it allows you to take a birds eye view of your current situation and assess your shortcomings and make necessary changes. With this knowledge you can...

IDENTIFY THE SNARES (a snare is discreet trap to catch and kill)

Example 1: 

You’re still entertaining Mr Mixed Signals (you want to trace back the steps to see how/when you got into this situation, maybe you misread the signals, forgot to ask him his intentions because he wasn’t clear with you and this is the trap. He wasn’t clear and you didn’t ask. The trap was you not asking questions which is ESPECIALLY important when you’re dealing with confusing men. They will confuse into the wilderness, causing you to loose your track of your own life, wasting time and precious energy…for what?? Now if you done already learnt this lesson and identified the SNARE come 2025 you will not be falling for the same trap. And this is the power of reflection and identifying the snare.

Example 2: 

You’re struggling to not check your phone in the morning. You go to sleep with your phone on your bedside table. You’ve realised the snare is waking up with the phone within arms reach, but if your phone is in the other room and your watch is on your bedside, there is no slipping up. You practise this continuously for the next few weeks, so by the time we are in 2025, morning scrolling will be a thing of the past. 

Example 3: 

You hate mid-week cleaning period. But you know how much a dirty bathroom impacts your clean aesthetic. So when the bathroom sink is getting a little grimy by Tuesday and needs a clean but you don’t have cleaning spray stored in the bathroom, because its kept under the kitchen sink…You’ve realised this is the trap. So you’ve invested in some cleaning wipes on your next supermarket run that you can easily store in your bathroom cabinet, and now your bathroom is quickly wiped and cleaned looking immaculate daily...

Do you see how important this time is PRE-2025? You get to figure out why you can’t stay on top of your cleaning, why you keep skipping the gym, you reflect and understand where the snare has killed the life and soul of your vision. ~Your vision to live in cleanliness, your vision to meet the love of your life, to wake up and have you-time before you check in with the world.

Homework: I recommend setting aside 30 mins to do some reflections in a notepad, reflect on your goals, identify the snares killing your goals from being realised and get a new plan. Be one step ahead, we are not playing in 2025. We are healed, thriving, energised, and abundant. Use these 33 days wisely. Be one step ahead.

[violetlunette]

Twst JPN Spoilers!

So, Heartslabyul which means we get to see our bois again (Aduce). I hope Yuu and Grim have an active role in waking them up as the Quaret are all canonically best friends.

I also hope that since their house is based on wonderland everyone's dream is more--for lack of a better word--wonderlandly and zany. (Though likely it'll all take place at school or Deuce's home town.)

Here are my predictions though; (Betting five bucks on each)

Deuce's dream is in his hometown where people acknowledge him as a top level student with his mom saying how proud she is as he hold a reward of some sort.

Trey's is him relaxing with Riddle and Chen'ya where Riddle is happy and relaxed while eating cake.

Cater's dream will have him as the house warden where he runs the dorm as an endless party that no one ever wants to leave (with dream Lilia and Kalim making an appearance).

Ace's--hm, that's a tricky one. Maybe something to do with basket ball or where he managed to beat Riddle and became the house warden? Or maybe it's just a regular school life where Yuu doesn't have to leave?

Riddle's will probably be depressing where he follows his mother's every whim as a puppet, following the rules to a T until the other wake him up and we finally see him stand up to his mom.

EDIT: I DID NOT KNOW DORM HEAD CARTER WAS A REAL THING!! I was just making a random guess! Holy Cow!

[mangohgeckoh]

Chemical Reaction (Chapt 3)

TW: Child abuse and death of a child.

With time, Felicia’s belly grew. Against everyone’s wishes, she continued to work in the mines. However, once she hit her second term, Connol was able to convince her to stay home if he were to take her shift too. Since he was working a double shift at the mines to make ends meet as well as prepare for a baby, her friends pitched in and took turns watching over her. Vander would help her forget about morning sickness by cracking a few jokes, she could rant and confide to Ophelia anytime she needed, while Benzo would have Ekko make her strange yet useful contraptions for gifts, even Anton would watch her when Vander needed to tend to his bar.

The Last Drop skyrocketed in popularity faster than a Yordle could devour a cake! This meant Vander wasn’t able to contribute as much as he had initially wanted to, but when Felicia was at the bar he made sure she was supplied with fluffy pillows and a quiet table off to the side. When the time came, Felicia went into labor in the basement of The Last Drop. Not the most ideal place for a baby, but hospitals weren’t exactly common in the Undercity. Once Vander heard that she went into labor, he closed the bar and ran down the stairs. She was surrounded by the familiar faces that helped her through her pregnancy. That night, anyone walking by the bar could tell you that the screams of a woman emitted from the bar. Ophelia sprinted through the streets of the Undercity, with one mission in mind: find Connol, tell him that it is time. His late shift couldn’t have come at a worst time. But he knew when he turned to see Ophelia out of breath face in the mines that the baby was being born.

The baby was delivered safely, even sporting a pink tuft of hair on the top of her small head. Felicia was enthralled with the baby, maternal instincts kicking in just like her friends said they would. Little violet was spoiled by her parents and their friends, well as spoiled as a kid from the fissures could be. Everyone pitched in when they could but as close as everyone was, they slowly grew apart as time went on.

A year after the baby was born Benzo opened a business deeper into the Undercity, Silco continued to pour himself into his plans for a New Zaun and Vander was preoccupied with his bar as well as helping Silco. Ophelia had almost completely lost contact with Vander due to a famine starting to creep its way into her camp. She had more kids that were plucked off the streets, more mouths to feed. Dart, the young woman in charge, started to take the older children out to find food, anything sufficed. Thankfully, as quick as the food shortage came, it passed. There was still a scarcity of food but no one had to eat half a slice of moldy bread for the meal of their entire day.

It was a dreary day that Ophelia opened the sheet metal door to Felicia, she had a four year old Violet holding a bunny plush with her. “Felicia!” Ophelia gasped, beckoning the pair in. “Oh have I missed you both,” Ophelia opened her arms towards the toddler who sported a pink bob. Violet jumped into her arms enthusiastically, still holding the bunny toy. The two friends continued to catch up while Violet played with children of the camp her age. “What’s this?” Felicia groaned at the odd tasting water. “I thought you had a water filter?”

Ophelia giggled, taking a sip of the herbal concoction. “It’s tea. Silco introduced me to it, I believe he found a bag at Benzo’s.” Ophelia’s sharp eyes fell upon her friend sitting across from her, eyeing the tea. “It’s from Piltover.” That made Felicia put the cup on the barrel that served as a table next to her. “Don’t need to tell me twice,” She leaned in. “You’re not turning Pilt…are ya?”

Ophelia held up a hand. “Nonsense. Simply trying out a recommendation from a friend.” She took another sip as silence overcame them. Felicia’s eyes were fixed on her daughter playing with the children across the room. “Friend, huh? How is Silco anyways?”

Humming into her tea, Ophelia paused. “Busy, as usual. Him and I will be investigating Piltover’s sewers soon.” Her Vastayan ears flicked, waiting for a response from her friend. Felicia snickered. “What?” Ophelia looked at her friend curiously. “Nothing, nothing, just…” She giggled before giving her friend a look. “You two ‘been getting real friendly.”

Face turning red, Ophelia set her cup down. Just as she was about to retort, Felicia interrupted. “Good for you. I’ve been rooting for you two weirdos.” She picked her cup up, mimicked a toast before taking a sip. “Ew! I forgot! Bleh!”

After catching up Felicia made Ophelia promise that she’d attend a monthly get-together as she was starting to feel a bit lonely. Of course Ophelia agreed, she needed a distraction from undermining Topside as well as keeping the camp a float.

2 years flew by, life staying the same. Except the fissures got progressively worse. The group kept their word on the monthly meetings despite it being difficult with everyone’s new schedules. Everyone wanted to do this for her, for Felicia. Felicia fell pregnant again. “Another girl.” She broke the news to Vander, Silco and Ophelia with a weak smile at one of their get-togethers. Ophelia knew she was nervous but not as nervous as she was with Vi. Even though she was nervous, the expecting mother knew that her friends had her side. - The baby had no complications. Except for scaring everyone in the room half to death. She didn’t cry, not one bit. But once Felicia held her newborn, she melted. “Hello, Powder.” She whispered, her tear stained face nuzzling the baby.

Powder proved to be a handful, she loved to rough house with Vander. Anytime Felicia came to visit her old friends with 4 year-old Powder and 10 year-old Violet, Powder would sprint across the room just to jump on Vander’s back. Violet, on the other hand, enjoyed rivaling him in, a very much fixed, boxing match. But she learned to hit harder the older she had gotten.

-

After a busy day, Ophelia and Silco entered the Last Drop. Vander beamed from across the bar at the sight of his friends. “Welcome back- oh woah what's that smell?” Any patrons around the pair quickly escaped to the opposite side of the bar, clutching their noses. “Sorry, Van,” Ophelia sniffed herself and made a face. “Silco and I just got back from Topside's sewers.”

“Okay…” He flipped his hand towel over his broad shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. “But why do you two have to go mucking about here while smelling like that?” Vander’s nose scrunched at the smell now taking over his bar. Ophelia and Silco exchanged smirks before walking to the counter, a customer sitting next to where they stood scooted to the farther side of the bar. “It appears I left my notes here. Have you seen them?” Silco’s head tilted, completely ignoring the stench wreaking off himself. “Yeah, yeah. Your book is right under the counter. I’ll grab it. Just stay away from the cushions, that stuff is expensive to get cleaned.” Ophelia giggled.

The Vastayan’s senses were triggered. ‘Watching.’ All of a sudden she felt someone next to her watching. Listening to her instincts, she looked over her shoulder to see Silco’s form beside her. She could of sworn his seafoam green eyes glanced away from her own just as she turned. The notebook slammed on the counter they were leaning on. “Here, I beg you please leave before my customers do.” He begged.

Suddenly, the front door to the bar swung open with a bang as someone backed in through the doorway with a crate-loaded dolly. “Well would you look at who it is,” Vander rounded the counter, arms open enthusiastically. “Anton, my friend! I was starting to worry something happened to you.”

Anton, an older fellow with short blonde hair gave a tired smile. “No, no, just had an increase in sales from the other establishments I sell my stock too.” He hoisted the dolly into the bar with one last pull, careful to not jostle the crates. “I’d love to deliver these to you more often but I just don’t have the time.” He took off the cap he was wearing and itched his neck. Vander gave his old friend a pat on the back. “Please, you already give me a generous discount. Consider yourself forgiven.” He whispered that last part to Anton. Vander’s friend took a clipboard that sat atop the crates.

While he had his friend sign off the alcohol delivery, Ophelia felt a tug on her sleeve. Once Silco got her attention he tipped his head towards the basement. Nodding at her friend, they waved Vander goodbye and, at the relief of the customers, disappeared into the basement. Ophelia felt like the increase in time with Silco was a consequence of Vander becoming quiet. He’d stew behind the bar, quietly making drinks while mulling over something in his head. Anytime he’d overhear a patron talking about Piltover he’d snap and dive into a heated rant about how they oppress us .

Ophelia watched from her perch upon jagged rocks as the children of her camp played in the water below. They had begged her for the past few weeks about allowing them to go to the beach in the fissures. Well, the piece of land filled with scarp rocks and hard sand was as close as they were going to get to a beach. She only agreed if she chaperoned them. The day was hot, humidity practically causing anyone outside to bake. Ophelia almost thought it was her about to suffer from a heatstroke when she heard shouting from behind. She quickly splashed water onto herself to cool her temperature before turning to investigate the noise. An enforcer marched across the sand to the children playing. It was a random search. "Sir," Ophelia ran as fast as she could to the scene, watching her children becoming tense from fear. "Sir! Is there a problem?" She finally caught up to him. "This is just part of my job. I am looking for a young fugitive," He held up a wanted poster of someone she's never seen before. "And these children fit the description."

He moved to advance on the children when Ophelia grabbed his arm. "Please, leave them be! They don't look anything like the poster." She tried to remain calm but her heart was racing. He yanked his arm from her grasp, causing her to stumble. "Don't touch me!" The officer growled at her.

"Leave her alone."

Ophelia and the now aggravated enforcer snapped their heads to a frightened girl. Ophelia's heart sank when she saw a shiv in her shakey hands. "Allie-go back to the others." Was what Ophelia wanted to say, but the officer was faster.

Allie was on the ground under the enforcer's weight. "No!" Ophelia screamed, she ran and tried to claw the officer off of her but he was too strong. "She's a child! She's a child!" She sobbed but the enforcer turned, throwing Ophelia off his armor. When she recovered Allie was gone, suffocated from his weight. Seeing the horrified look on Ophelia's face, the officer growled. "It's just protocol." He stepped over the girl's body. "She had a weapon." He started to walk towards Ophelia with a pair of handcuffs now dangling in his hands. "You'll need to come with me." She didn't listen, just stood in place frozen. Her eyes glued to the child she knew for the past few months. Allie had a sister, she loved bugs, she had dreams, she was protective even though she was 7. Cold metal clicked against her skin, but it was only a few seconds that they had been hooked around her wrists when the enforcer's body flew across the sand and fell against a rock. His body covered in blue feathers. They stuck out of him like knives.

Other trenchers watched in horror as Ophelia fell to the ground. Wanting nothing to do with the violence, people ran.

The beach cleared out fast as blood soaked the sand around the enforcer's body.

[estrellami-1]

Lavender Letters

Part 10

Eventually everyone leaves. Eventually Eddie stays behind, first with the pretense of helping Steve clean up, though that pretense is shattered the second Robin looks at Steve.

Chrissy’s taking her home, though, so it’s not like she has any rocks to throw.

They do clean up. The stereo is turned off, all bottles and glasses are taken to the kitchen, and all chip bowls—empty of everything but chip dust—are dumped into the trash. Eddie catches Steve at the sink, crowds him in, draws him upstairs.

Takes him apart slowly, reveling in his whines and writhes, breathless with want, with the thought that he gets this.

It’s after that Steve speaks up. “What is this?” He whispers. “What are we?”

Eddie tugs Steve in more securely, runs a hand through his hair. Smiles when Steve sighs, boneless on Eddie’s chest. “What do you want to be?”

Steve shakes his head. His hair tickles Eddie’s neck. His fingers tighten nearly imperceptibly around Eddie’s side, slotting in between his ribs. “I don’t want you to agree to something you don’t want.”

“Then let me tell you what I want, and you can take what you want.” He rolls them over, cages Steve in underneath him. Leans in to nip at his lips. “Steve Harrington, I’ve had a crush on you from the moment I saw you. I started falling in love then started standing on tables because it was the only way I knew to protect myself. I fall fast and I love hard and it tends to drive people away but I don’t know any other way to love. I never did anything, never said anything, because I’m Al Munson’s son and bad luck is attracted to that name. I thought there was no way I could ever have you. Then you started writing your letters, and I realized who you were, and I realized something else.”

“What?” Steve whispers.

“I’m also Elizabeth Newark’s son. I’m Wayne Munson’s nephew. And those are great things to be, great names to be associated with. And I realized maybe I can have this. I can have my cake and eat it, too.” He teasingly pinches Steve’s hip, then pets a soothing hand over the spot when Steve squirms. “That’s me. That’s how I feel. What do you want to take from that?”

Steve’s silent for a minute. “I fall hard and fast, too,” he admits in a whispers. “And… and girls liked it, at first, because they had my attention all the time. But it got too… suffocating. For them. The longest relationship I ever had was with Nancy and she broke my heart. It’s still healing. I can’t promise I’ll always react the right way. I can’t promise I won’t be annoyingly clingy, because I don’t know how else to be. I noticed you the moment you first stood on a table and couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t get you off my mind. It took Robin and an NDA to shake it loose and make me realize why. I have scars and nightmares from things I can’t tell you about. But I want all of you, if you’re willing to give it to me.”

Eddie rests their foreheads together. “I’m going to tell Wayne,” he murmurs. “And I’m sure you’re going to tell Robin. But when I do, I’d like to call you my boyfriend.”

Steve grins, eyes nothing more than slits. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” Eddie whispers, and kisses him.

It’s a terrible kiss, they’re both smiling too wide to do anything, but it’s fantastic at the same time because Eddie rolls back over onto his side and Steve follows, staring at Eddie. “What?” He asks, “do I have something on my face?”

Steve shakes his head. “Just your face,” he whispers.

Really, what’s Eddie supposed to do, not kiss him? He does, thoroughly, pulling back with a chuckle when Steve yawns. “Sorry,” Steve says around it, cheeks lighting up in a blush.

Eddie shakes his head, taps Steve’s nose with his finger. “Go to sleep,” he whispers. “Let me keep the nightmares away.”

Steve tucks in close, puts his nose in Eddie’s neck. “M’kay,” he murmurs, and does.

Before long there’s soft breaths puffing against his clavicle. Eddie pulls the blanket up more securely around their shoulders, tucks Steve in best he can. Lays awake for as long as he can, memorizing the face he’s seen a million different times, a million different ways, but never so relaxed as he is right now.

Steve sighs in his sleep, throws an arm over Eddie’s chest. His fingers slot between Eddie’s ribs again, and Eddie has one thought as he drifts off.

Maybe our bones were made for each other.

[awriterinthenight]

"I Think I Love You More"-Five Hargreeves

requested: anonymous

words: 1769

warnings: swearing, Klaus being weird and just himself, that's it

summary: While planning a birthday party for the Hargreeves siblings with Lila, you don't know what to get Five, until you think of the perfect gift

In most families birthdays were usually celebrated with parties, balloons, cake, and presents. Unless you were one of the Hargreeves siblings, in that case birthdays were just another day.

You and Lila were both shocked to hear that none of the siblings ever had a true birthday. Luther was always busy with his dad or a mission, Diego was apparently "too manly" to celebrate, Allison did celebrate her birthday with Claire and Patrick, but it was never the same as a real birthday party, Klaus was...well Klaus, Five was stuck in the apocalypse for most of his life, Ben died young never experiencing one, and Viktor was always saddened when the day came around. This meant you and Lila had to take things into your own hands and give them the best birthday ever.

"Should we do it in the house, or rent a place?" you asked Lila, as you two sat on the couch a notebook in front of both of you to plan out details.

"If we rent somewhere it'll have the crappy birthday feel, but nothing beats a questionable house party with even worse decoration," she said, scribbling down your decision.

You two continued to talk and work out details, and in the midst of your planning you didn't see Diego and Five sneak up behind you two, "Their scheming something, this can't be good," Diego said, making the post of you close your notebooks and jump from being startled.

"When one is involved it's never good, but the both of them together might cause the end of the world," Five joked, standing behind you on the couch, "What are you doing anyway?" he asked, his tone was softer when he talked to you, and he was much less arrogant too.

You shrugged trying to act normal, "Nothing, me and Lila were just talking," you said, gaining a bit of courage to ask your next question, "You're guy's birthday is coming up right, is there anything you would want?"

Diego being who he was spoke up first, since you tried to phrase the question to both of them, but also more pointedly at Five, but Diego isn't the brightest crayon, "Personally I would like for you to stop eating all the damn cookies," he complained.

"I'll take it into consideration," you said, definitely not going to stop eating the cookies, "What about you?" you asked, turning towards Five, noticing how he was missing his signature watch he always wore.

"Nothing really, never really got anything ever, so it really doesn't matter," he said with a shrug. That was just so helpful, I'm being sarcastic can you tell, or is it that obvious?

"Oh," you said, a bit surprised at his answer, "Okay, then."

Once Five and Diego left, Lila went out to pick up some things for the surprise party, leaving you to ponder why you had to like the most annoying Hargreeves sibling. It was nothing truly against him, more that he was impossible to shop for, and him saying you didn't have to get him something made it even harder. But lucky for you, you ran into your favorite Hargreeves sibling.

"Hey Klaus, what do you think your brother would want for his birthday?" you asked, optimistic that he could help you.

Klaus' interest seemed to have been piqued by your question, "Hmm, with Five he could want anything from a lobotomy to old grandpa clothes," he said, being of no help.

You let out a long breath, "Unless you have any actual suggestion, thanks for wasting my time," you muttered, as you started to walk away from him.

"Wait," Klaus said, stopping you, "Just get him something practical that he'll like. Or, hear me out here, give him, yourself," he said, raising his eyebrows weirdly, putting his hands out in front of him.

"I'm sorry w-what," you stuttered, confused as to what he was saying.

"Oh, don't act all oblivious. It's so obvious you two are in love with each other. I mean it's agony to watch you two," he explained, laughing while he talked.

You tried to hide the look of shock on your face, was it really that obvious. "T-that's just...that isn't, we aren't," you stuttered out, frustrated with yourself for being so flustered by the mention of your small (massive) crush on Five.

Klaus let out a hearty laugh at your flustered state, "You are so in love with him it's crazy. Seriously you could give him anything and he would love it. By the way what are you getting me?" he asked, batting his lashes and acting dramatic.

"Something from a lobotomy to drugs," you said, annoyed at his antics.

He just giggled like the insane person he was, "Well, I bet it will be nowhere near as good as Five's gift," he said, now getting on your nerves.

You let out a sigh, walking away from Klaus, since you were not winning that conversation. You'd spent the next half hour trying to figure out what to get Five, but had come up with nothing so far. Fortunately you seemed to grow a brain cell and knew exactly what to get him. You immediately ran up to Klaus' room, since you were going to need a bit of help.

"Hey Klaus, how willing do you think Ben would be to help me with a little scheme?"

***

It was the day of the party, Lila had taken the siblings out to lunch to keep them away from the house while you and Pogo decorated the house. You had balloons, streamers, birthday hats, a pinata, and even a decent tasting birthday cake. It was, as Lila called it, all the essentials for a shit-tastic party. All the gifts were in a pile, except for your gift to Five since you wanted to give it to him personally.

You saw them enter the front door and into the living room, "Surprise," you said, smiling while using one of the party blowers (yes I had to look up what it was called, and yes that's what they're actually called apparently).

Everyone was surprised you and Lila had put together a whole party for them, but was excited to start celebrating. Everyone had put on party hats, especially Klaus who had 4 on his head, and had cracked open the champagne Lila bought.

The party went on for a few hours with music, cake, playing classic party games, and even everyone opening their gifts from you and Lila. However one person did notice a certain someone's gift to him wasn't in the pile.

"So what did you get me?" Five asked, now that the party was winding down and everyone was doing their own thing.

"What makes you think I got you something?" you said, crossing your arms, "You said not to get you anything."

He smiled at you, "I know you, darling, I know you got me something."

You let out a long breath, "Maybe I did," you said, uncrossing your arms, "But in my defense you're hard to shop for, so please don't hate it."

"I promise I won't," He said, excited to see what you got him.

You held the small box behind your back, "Close your eyes, and hold out your hands," you said, and he followed just as you directed. You placed the box in his hands and waited anxiously for him to open his eyes.

When he opened his eyes he looked at the box before opening it. Inside the box was a simple watch with a leather band.

"You got me a watch," he said, looking up at you through his lashes.

You couldn't tell if he was disappointed or surprised about the gift so you tried to play it off, "I-I just noticed your usual one was missing, and I remembered you said something about it being broken, so I just thought you could use a new one. I hope you like it," you rambled, not noticing how he was looking closer at the watch.

"F.H.," he said, running his finger over the initials, "And are those..."

You were nervous as to what he would think about this part of the watch, "My initials. I just thought it would be more personal if I added it. I can probably get it removed if you don't like it, but-" you once again rambled before getting cut off.

"Who said I didn't like it?" he said, once again looking at you like you were everything to him.

"Oh, I just, I didn't know how you would react so I didn't know if you would like it, sorry," you said anxiously.

He took a step closer to you, barely inches apart now, "This must've been expensive, how did you afford it?" he questioned, shocked that you would get him something so nice, and also trying to fight his urge to kiss you right then and there for it.

You swayed a bit, still nervous, "Actually I had it customized, then had Klaus have Ben steal it for me," you told him, explaining the heist you pulled earlier.

He let out a small laugh, something that was very uncommon for him, "So you customized a watch for me, then had a ghost steal it for me, and you threw an amazing party?"

"Yes, that's basically the whole story. I know it sounds crazy, but you know your family," you joked nervously.

Five smiled, looking at you once again, "I don't know what I love more, you or the watch," he confessed.

You were flustered by his confession, "I- y-you, love me?" you questioned, since you thought that he didn't love you back.

"Of course I do," he said, leaning in closer to you.

"Well, I love you too," you confessed, leaning in closer till your lips touched. Your first kiss was soft, but once you pulled away Five pulled you back in. This time the kiss was more passionate.

"I think I love you more," he said in-between kisses, making you laugh softly at his antics.

You two were so enthralled with each other, that you didn't notice Klaus celebrating in the back. Klaus had been so excited that his plan to get the two of you together worked. He had distracted Five and "accidentally" broke his watch. Since he knew you were very observant, he knew you would notice, get him a watch, but would personalize it, then Five would realise how in love you were with him, and would lead us to this point. Klaus was a real mastermind when it came to playing cupid.

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“of course, i’ll be at your and margot’s weddin’. i might cry, though. but i’ll be there for sure, wouldn’t miss such an important day.” there’s no denying that it would be a very bittersweet moment for him, and his heart would probably give out before the reception, but he would be there. “you doin’ the same for me? would you be at my wedding if i decided to marry… matthew mcconaughey?” he teases, poking the dessert in front of him one last time before swapping his plate for lucy gray’s. “yeah, what’s wrong with underwear for christmas? it’s a very practical gift.” billy doesn’t come from wealth and even if he’s doing very well now, financially wise, he’s still a profound believer that it’s the thought that counts. “my biggest fan.” she’s the only person who’s always believed in him and it never fails to make his heart melt. how could he spend so many years without her? “i know you do, lucy gray.” love the idea of living in a fairytale. his eyes say what his lips refuse to admit — he will do anything to make sure all of her dreams come true. she deserves the world. “and you are a real princess. you’ll always be my princess.” and he wants to prove to her that he’s worthy of being her cowboy prince, that the love story she’s so passionate about involves him, not some other guy. “oh, yeah, of course. i try to stick to the diet plan, but if i’m hungry, i eat. i didn’t get cast as a holocaust survivor. i don’t intend to look malnourished. i’m mostly doin’ it to stay in shape and feel good and gain some more muscle. you don’t have to worry about me, pretty birdie,” he assures, winking at her and lifting the cup to his lips. the combination of green tea and ice cream isn’t as terrible as orange juice and toothpaste, but it’s definitely not good and he grimaces, wiping his lips on the crumpled napkin. “ohhh, this chocolate cake tastes like heaven,” he mumbles, closing his eyes and stuffing his mouth full.

"alright, so even if margot proposes me you'll be at the weddin'. that's how i know you're a true friend." lucy gray laughs, finding the made up scenario hilarious but also the support she doesn't actually need because she's not bisexual as far as she knows endearing. "you're really the type to get excited over underwear for christmas? well, i guess findin' somethin' won't be hard then." she muses, she thought earlier he was just joking. "oh, i don't have to manifest that. that'll come easily all on it's own." sweetly smiling, adoring his talents. "i love the idea of bein' a real princess, who doesn't want just any prince. she wants to marry the cowboy prince and become a cowgirl princess with him." it reminds her of being little and convincing herself she really was a princess, it makes her extremely nostalgic to reminisce on. "what about later tonight? can you have anymore snacks?" she wonders, just to get an idea of how much he's eating today even if she believes him. "just a few more bites or i'm goin' to go overboard." taking his plate, happily digging in for a few more bites while pushing hers towards him.

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[#46] cemeteries

(slightly nsfw, tw: period-typical homophobia, mentions/fears of homophobic violence)

Nico's car screeches to a halt before the iron gates of the town cemetery, on a little passage that used to be an access road for the funeral procession, but is now overgrown with weeds and the low-hanging branches of untamed trees.

It also happens to be the perfect hiding spot for car sex.

Nico turns off the ignition, and it takes all of four seconds for Jack to leap out of the passenger seat and into his lap, hands tugging on the lapels of his letterman. He's still in his Huskies jersey that’s a size too big, and Nico is trying to be normal about it.

It's routine, to come here after a win at home, but the novelty hasn't worn off in the slightest. Probably because Jack is the one he's bringing here.

"God, that trick play," Jack says, already slightly out of breath. "I wanted to run onto the field and blow you at the 40 yard line."

Nico chuckles. "Something tells me that'd get flagged."

Jack ignores him, eyes shifting between his eyes and his mouth. "You did so good, babe, making that pass, winning the game for us."

Nico pokes out his tongue. "I thought you didn't like sports."

Jack smiles. "I don't like football, but I like you."

Nico boos. “That was bad. Absolute cheddar.”

Jack rolls his eyes. “Oh, just fucking kiss me, Heisman."

And Nico does, grabbing Jack’s chin and bringing his head down to capture his lips. He can taste the salt from the popcorn he was eating in the stands. Jack wouldn't tell him where he was sitting, (not like Nico would've been able to spot him in a 70,000 capacity arena anyway), but just knowing that he was there meant the world to him.

Being a football prodigy with a full ride to U-Dub has its perks, but it isn't all cake and ice cream. Not when you're a gay football prodigy carrying the expectations that you're gonna be in the NFL someday. Even in a progressive place like Seattle, gay and football do not mix. Nico knows it wouldn't go over well if he came out. Being a lonely, closeted virgin made that pretty easy, though. If Nico never met a guy he'd like to date, then he'd never have a problem.

But then he met Jack. Loud, charming, beautiful Jack, who caught Nico's attention immediately in an acting class he tried as an elective and ended up dropping. He didn't drop Jack though, couldn't resist him when he'd cornered Nico in an empty hallway and asked him out point blank (which started as outwardly innocent drinks at the campus pub, and ended with Nico getting his dick sucked for the first time and coming all over Jack's tee shirt).

That was six months ago, and Nico can finally admit to himself that he might just be falling in love. Amazingly, it's not as scary as he thought it'd be.

But it’s 1996, and people suck, which means they have to get creative when hooking up. Nico’s got two roommates who beg off half their classes to sleep or play PC games, and Jack lives with his parents and little brother, who have a house basically down the street from campus. Besides dingy, single serve bar bathrooms (where aforementioned head was given) or the odd motel room that makes Nico paranoid, there aren’t many places they can go.

So, they spend a lot of time in Nico's car, a black 1989 Cadillac Eldorado his dad surprised him with for his 18th birthday. When Nico dreamed about owning his own car, he never envisioned washing come stains out of the bench, but when it's the only place you can have safe sex with your boyfriend, it sort of becomes the default. His car, in the dead of night, tucked into the bushes outside the all-but-abandoned cemetery.

And he’ll admit it, it can get creepy—there is a reason this place isn’t frequented, after all—but when his reward is Jack in front of him, moaning his name and sporting red marks all along his jaw, he can say it’s well worth it.

Nico breaks from Jack's lips to kiss down his neck, Jack moaning like a dream above him. He's already hard in his jeans, pent up on adrenaline from the win and Jack in his lap, and he can feel Jack's interest nudging at his belly. Nico's in paradise—a hot, pleasant haze pervading his head like a high. It’s like he’s in a trance, kissing down Jack’s collarbone.

A knock on the window shatters that, making them both jump right out of their skin. Ice shoots up Nico's spine, and they both go still.

“What the hell was that?” Jack asks, whole body rigid. “Is someone there?”

Nico says nothing, too terrified to even move. Did someone follow them here? Was it one of his teammates? What if it’s the police? Can they get arrested?! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Nico,” Jack whispers, and he sounds so scared. Immediately, stories come to mind—ones Jack has told him about getting caught with another guy before. All the bruises and black eyes whose origins he had to lie to his parents about.

That breaks Nico out of his funk. Cop or not, if someone wants to lay a fucking finger on Jack, they’ll have to through U-Dub’s star quarterback first. Nico cranks his window down a crack, but when he looks through the brush and into the semi-darkness, no one's there—just the little light coming from the moon.

Hesitantly, he cranks it further, and when there’s still no sign of life, sticks his head out the window. He looks around, and it’s just as quiet as it was when they got there.

“They could be hiding, Neeks.”

“I don’t hear any rustling, though. With this much brush around us…”

Jack sighs. “We should just go.”

He makes to get out of Nico’s lap, but Nico gently grabs his hip.

“No, hold on. Hold on." He exhales, rolling it over in his head. "We’re miles from any houses, and no one is just walking around cemeteries at 10 o’clock. And if someone was following us, we would’ve heard their car and seen their lights.” Nico runs his hands down Jack’s arms to soothe him. “It was probably, like, an acorn hitting the car. Or a bird.”

Jack seems to mull this over. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I’m just..."

“No, no need to apologize, love. We’re okay.”

Jack exhales, bringing a hand to Nico’s cheek. He slowly leans in to kiss him, and Nico kisses him back, sweet and soothing.

It takes a few minutes for the both of them to settle down from the spook, but eventually things get heated again, Jack shifting in Nico’s lap to grind his hips down on Nico’s thigh.

"Do you have stuff?" Jack asks between panting breaths.

"Yeah, in my bag," Nico says, removing a hand from Jack's hair and leaning forward to root around in his gym duffel on the floor of the passenger seat. Jack mutters absolute filth into his ear while he does, enough to make a porn star blush.

After several seconds, though, Nico can't find the travel bottle of lube—just his sweaty gym clothes, his half-empty Kool Rider, and a pack of gum.

"Shit," he says, sitting back in his seat. "I don't have it."

"What?"

Nico does some mental cataloguing. "Must've left it in my room."

"Oh," Jack says, clearly disappointed.

Before Nico'd had sex, he assumed no one ever really wanted to bottom, that it was the short end of the wishbone—just a chore. It was Jack who educated him on the wonders of the male prostate, taking Nico's cock so many different ways that it made Nico's head spin. Jack'd even topped him a couple times, leading to some of the most vivid and intense orgasms of his life.

That being said, Jack loves to ride Nico, and he gets impatient and bitchy when he doesn't get his way—but there's still plenty they can do with what they have. Nico intends to demonstrate, snaking a hand down the front of Jack's jeans, when another knock on the window makes them both scream.

Jack shrinks back, flopping onto the passenger seat and hugging himself. "Okay, what the fuck was that?!" he cries.

And Nico doesn't know. Looking out the window, and craning his ear against it, there's still nothing. And while the sound before could be attributed to nonthreatening objects, as he had theorized, this knock was distinctly human fist-sounding.

"That's it," Nico says, sitting up and angling towards the door. He doesn't know what's going on, but someone is clearly messing with them—quietly making their way in and out of the brush and hiding before they can see who they are. Hell, it could even be an animal.

Jack reaches forward to grab him. "Nico, no! We don't know who's out there!"

"Well, whoever or whatever it is can't jerk us around. Here." He twists to reach into the backseat, retrieving the miniature baseball bat he keeps there. "This'll teach 'em."

Jack swallows, but lets go. "Be safe, okay?"

With a quick exhale, Nico unlocks the door and pulls the handle, poising his bat as he gets out of the car. He closes the door behind him, protecting Jack inside, and paws his way out of the brush.

"Alright!" Nico shouts. "Who's the funny guy, eh?"

No voices echo. Only crickets. Nico swallows and ventures out, checking under the car and behind trees. Nothing. Either their interloper is a ninja or they're both going insane.

As Nico stands, hands on his hips, contemplating what to do next, he can't deny the eerie atmosphere surrounding him. The longer he stands there, the more suffocated he feels, like the air itself is closing in on him. Something cold passes by his neck, making his hairs stand on end. He reaches back to touch it. Then he makes eye contact with one of the dilapidated stone gargoyles peering over the top of the iron gates.

Maybe Jack's right. Maybe they should just leave. Interloper or not, he's starting to get the creeps. But when he turns and takes a step, his foot makes contact with something small. He moves his shoe, and bends down, shining the flashlight. He squints his eyes.

"What the fuck?"

It's a brand new, still shrink-wrapped bottle of lube.

Was that...there before? It doesn't look weathered, or even slightly dirty. Like someone just picked it up right off the shelf and placed it for Nico's shoe to find. Hesitantly, and to see if his eyes aren't deceiving him, maybe, he picks it up. His neck goes cold again, making him shiver through three layers of clothing.

He drops it, and the feeling fades. What?

He leaves it on the ground and heads back to the car, opening the door and sliding back into his seat.

"So?" Jack asks eagerly. "What was it?"

Nico shakes his head. "I dunno, there was... lube on the ground? Outside of the car."

"Huh? Lube?"

Nico nods. "It wasn't there when I stepped out, I swear." It's silent for a moment, and then Jack starts laughing. Nico turns to him, surprised. He thought it'd freak him out, but...

At the sight of Jack in a fit of hysterics, the sheer oddity of the situation falls on Nico. Strange knocks on the window with no signs of anyone around, temperature drops, an object appearing right when they needed it, all at the sight of a definitely haunted cemetery?

Nico's not one to think supernatural first and foremost, but if he didn't know any better...

"D'you think," Jack gets out between gasps for air. "D'you think some ghosts are trying to help us fuck?"

Nico doesn't think Jack's honestly posing the question, but suddenly he wants to be anywhere but here.

"I'm not sticking around here long enough to find out."

Nico grabs his keys from the center console and starts the ignition, and without much more fanfare, they're headed back towards campus. The spook was enough of a boner kill, but looking at Jack still smiling to himself in the passenger seat, hair all mussed and pretty...

He doesn't think it'll be that difficult to pick up right where they left off.

(In a bed, preferably.)

[ratatatastic]

maffhew who refuses to say runebergin torttu because he knows hes gonna butcher it so bad he might be kicked out of the country the second he tries and staunchly avoids that by going "the one dessert that barky is going to have to explain 😃"

sasha who gets faced with the most generic description of everything hes ever eaten in his life so far because of maffhew and going "???... oh you mean runebergin torttu!"

"he did good he liked the food and he likes the finland so far so its good" sasha says with so much pride now that all the anxiety has left his system that his husband teammate is enjoying his country and doesnt hate it

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been having a bad headache for the past 3 days and thinking about rainbow layer cake