#they want a good paella so bad..

[thousandth-island]

laura yokozawa paella song (meant to be watched with sound on)

Peace and love ✌️💕

[iidsch]

now that i've completed all the character episodes and fought with or against all characters i can finally make a tier list with my opinion on everyone ✌

[golden-moony]

king of my heart | pt. 3

pairings: lando norris x fem!reader | pato o'ward x fem!reader

warnings: love triangle.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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yourusername I had days full of paella, sangría, incredible places, lots of Chili energy and fast cars🏎🔥 What more could I ask for? I'm leaving Barcelona with a giant smile on my face. ¡Nos vemos pronto, España! 🇪🇸❤️

user1 i'll tell my kids this was the queen of Spain

user2 she's the queen of everything tbh

user3 yncarlos friendship is so underrated yet so cute🥹

user4 THEY'RE ADORABLE user5 yncarlos deserve more appreciation fr user6 i meeeeean they would make a really cute couple👀 user7 user6 oh girl no, they are SO sibling coded

user8 4th slide really made me hungry ngl

carlossainz55 i'm just here to say that i was the one who convinced y/n to try paella and in the end she loved it, you're welcome (unlike other people who didn't even dare to try it)

user9 now that's what i call a smooth operation yourusername you were right but just this time🙈 user10 f1 driver, smooth operator, fashion icon and food connoisseur: carlos sainz jr everybody 🙌 user11 who's "other people"??? landonorris IT'S SEAFOOD, CARLOS. I WASN'T GONNA EAT IT. y'all did it on purpose 😒 user12 OMG LANDO LKASJKEDJKG user13 so carlos, lando and y/n were out together? oh we won💅 user14 user13 YNLANDO NATION WE'RE SO BACK

user15 you drop this 👑👑👑

elbaoward the prettiest 🤍

yourusername miss youuuu💖 user16 iconic queens user17 MY FAV SISTERS IN LAW🫶 user18 now THIS is the kind of interactions i wanna see

user19 so after trying to get with lando and then with pato, she's now going after carlos? 😂😂

user20 user19 there's a thing called "friendship", in case you've never heard of it user21 she wants to be a wag so badly it's embarrassing user22 i mean it's the only way she can be relevant so🤷

user23 PRECIOSA 😍😍

user24 hope you had a great time in Spain, queen. come back soon❤️

user25 can she stop going to the races? I swear to God whenever she's around, Lando does poorly.

user26 as an indycar fan, i don't want her around either 😩 user27 SHE BRINGS BAD LUCK FR user28 and what does that have to do with her? if Lando is underperforming then that's on him lol

user29 so pretty omg 😫

user30 bestie please share your skincare routine

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patriciooward camera roll lately📸

user1 we really lost another one, ladies 😢

user2 girl i wanna be sad but they're so cute it's impossible😭 user3 user2 THIS IS SUCH A MOOD user4 at least we know he's in good hands 🫡

user5 CAN YOU TWO ADOPT ME?

user6 i always knew he was boyfriend material omg

user7 boyfriend of the year fr 🔥 user8 bro's in love and so am i (of them)

yourusername 4th slide is my fav cause you can see the most perfect O'ward😍 and Pato by her side

elbaoward love u babe 😻 brettkimbro elbaoward excuse me? 🤨 patriciooward yourusername EXCUSE ME yourusername i said what i said 😛 user9 i want to be their friend so bad

user10 COUPLE GOALS

user11 lando could never. yn really went for an upgrade and she didn't disappoint💅

user12 what does lando has to do with any of this?? user13 omfg girl get over it user14 she went for lando's cheaper version* user15 ynpato fans are obsessed with Lando and it shows😂

user16 i screamed with 6th slide ngl

user17 yes they're cute but CAN WE TALK ABOUT PATO ON PODIUM? THAT'S MY BOYYY🥳

user18 he deserved that so much 🥹 user19 so happy for hiiiiiiiim 🥹 user20 this weekend we got a pato podium AND ynpato moments on live tv, we really won user21 and some people say that yn brings bad luck lol user22 user21 literal clowns

arrowmclaren successful on and off track🤩

user23 admin you're so real for this user24 ADMIN IS ONE OF US

user25 MOM AND DAD ARE SO PRETTY

user26 pato's ig is about to become a yn fanpage and i'm SO here for it

user27 i mean no one can blame him tbh user28 patriciooward c'mon bestie drop more pics don't be shy

user29 in his lover era 🫶

user30 yn and pato are both SO fine🔥 they're meant to be

user31 where can I find a man who'll post me like pato posts yn?😭

user32 yn really needs to share the secret

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yourusername Always a great time, Austria 🤍

user1 QUEEN WHERE WERE YOU?

user2 it was so strange not having your stories talking about the highlights of the race🥺 hope everything is okay

user3 something about this feels so off

user4 glad to see i wasn't the only one thinking this user5 i meaaaan she posts this 3 days after the race?? something definitely happened user6 this caption feels so empty compared to the ones she usually writes user7 i mean we knew something was going on when she didn't post her usual post-race ig stories user8 she suddenly disappearing and pato deleting all her pics from his ig… yeah i'm pretty sure they broke up

user9 is everything okay? 🥺 we love you no matter what, queen!

user10 pato, elba and felix doesn't follow yn anymore omg i think i'm about to freak out😢

user11 why comment this on her post? even if something happened is none of our business. user12 GIRL I'M PANICKING

lissiemackintosh gorgeous💖

user13 why is people so dramatic? maybe yn was just tired or busy or whathever, she doesn't have to be online everyday jesus christ

user14 THANK YOU. everyone's acting like yn doesn't have a personal life outside social media user15 say it louder girl!!!! 👏👏

user16 does anyone knows if we're gonna get a vlog this week?

user17 idk yn hasn't said anything about it user18 i really doubt it tbh

user19 so pato broke up with this clout chaser? glad he's smarter than what i thought

user20 proud of my mclaren boys for getting away from this "lady" user21 user20 now we just need to keep oscar away from this bitch. user22 this is such an unnecessary comment. user23 spread your hate somewhere else, you're not welcome here.

user24 if pato and yn really broke up i'm gonna be so sad 😭

user25 i really don't get all this comments. can we actually talk about how beautiful she is???

user26 RIGHT??? she always slays with her looks user27 sis we know she's pretty but we love drama

user28 y'all wdym she and pato already broke up???😂😂😂 that didn't last long huh

user29 so funny yet so real user30 i always said pato deserved better, glad he realized it too

user31 the comments on this post are disgusting. if you don't like her then ignore her and leave her alone.

user32 people are so childish🙄 user33 user32 people are just seeing her for what she really is and it was about time lol

user34 i never thought i'd be alive to witness yn's downfall but i'm READY FOR THIS 🍿🍿

hope y'all don't hate me too much for all of this lol but i wanted drama. next part (probably) will be the last! so see u there🤍

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[linamromero]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.

𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐨𝐮𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Moving from your native country of Spain to Manchester in England with your fiancée Leila was a lot to get your head around.

Meaning you had to leave your tattoo business in the hands of your sister which wasn’t the best for you however moving overseas would be good to have a break for a while.

This is how you met Leila. Most of the Barcelona players, female and male got their tattoos done by you. One that attended the parlour the most was Mapi León, she brought Leila along with her one day so they could both get tattoos done.

The brunette decided on an Egyptian eye under her right boob, you were quite surprised at her choice of where the tattoo was to be but you caught a glimpse of lust in her chocolate eyes when she said it.

She kept making excuses to come to your tattoo parlour when she wasn’t playing football just to see you. You soon picked her up on it and she admitted her feelings to you which you were flattered by but you did feel the same way.

After dating for three years she plucked up the courage to ask you to be her wife, you obviously said yes to.

…

“Bueno, okay, i’ll see you when you get home, te amo mucho.” You blew kisses at the camera, you phone propped up in the kitchen.

“Te amo mucho!” Leila pouted back at you before you pressed the red hang up button.

Tonight you were having a Spanish night which you had every friday, every two weeks you would invite Ona and Laia around, who played football with Leila but tonight it was just you two.

You connected your phone to your speaker, blasting the likes of Rosalía, Bad Bunny, Bizarrap etc. Dancing around the kitchen as you made Pa amb tomàquet.

Making paella was your absolute favourite, everyone loved it, even some of Leila’s english teammates that had came over one night who don’t really like seafood said it was to die for.

You had it in the large dish as Despechá began to play, it was your all time favourite song you couldn’t help but sing and dance along as you cleared up. The music was so loud you didn’t hear Leila come in, she was enjoying watching you move your hips along to the beat.

“Oh hõla bebé.” She bit her lip, making you jump.

“LEILA!” You shouted, throwing a towel at her, “Lo siento but you scare me!”

“Lo siento i was enjoying the show.” She said as you sent her a look.

“Stop it.” You rolled your eyes turning the music down slightly.

“Food smells amazing as usual.” Your fiancée complimented.

“Gracias, why don’t you go and get changed and i’ll set the table.” You suggested which she agreed.

She returned in a hoodie, shorts and socks sitting opposite you, “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

“Let’s eat then.”

You plated up both dishes, taking a mouthful of the seafood dish, “Bebé this is incredible.”

A massive smile appeared on your face as she took a second mouthful.

Once you’d eaten, you both decided to crash into your large bed and watch a movie,“What you want to watch?” Leila asked pulling you onto her lap.

“Desperado.”

“Your favourite.” The defender hummed into your hair.

As the movie played Leila began stroking your face, tracing your freckles embedded into your skin. Her actions tended to send you to sleep, you quickly rolled over so she would stop, “Y/N why did you move.”

“Because i would’ve fell asleep else.” You replied taking your sports bra off.

“What are you doing.”

“What i’m hot.” You shrugged going back to the same position you were in before, “You copying me now?”

She laughed taking her own bra off, “Maybe.”

…

As the movie went on you noticed Leila becoming distracted, playing with your hair not paying attention to the movie. “Leila querida what are you thinking about.”

“You.” She mumbled.

You sighed, “Why is that mi amor.”

“You do everything for me i appreciate it, you cook, you clean, you work, you even moved to Manchester with me.” She said.

“Of course I try my best to look you, your going to be my wife after all.”

“I know and I can’t wait.”

“Me too querida.”

—————

Short and Sweet ❤️

[romancecroc]

Lucanis Romance (Pt. 2)

This is an alternative take on finishing his companion quest (confronting Illario after saving Catharina). In this version, the whole "I made paella and your favorite" drink did not happen.

Things have felt different between them. Especially after Spite somehow dragged Rook into Lucanis’s subconscious and helped them align on a goal.

Nothing had really happened before that. Just the occasional lingering glances. Hands brushing against each when nobody could see. Overprotectiveness during battles.

But with all that was going on, it was almost impossible to find quiet moments. To reflect. Or to talk. 

And with all her confidence, Rook didn’t dare bring the topic up again. Nor make a move. 

But she felt closer to him. Especially after witnessing all his inner troubles, his regrets. 

But was that enough? How would you name this? Having feelings for someone, feeling close to them and yet… nothing happening?

What exactly did I want to happen?

The thought caught Rook off guard.

Guilt was starting to build up. They never said they were in a relationship after all. Lucanis didn’t owe her anything. 

But at the same time… there was a sense of frustration?

“Rook! Are you listening?” Teia said, waving her hands.

“Ah.” Rook responded, finally snapping out of it.

She was in Trevisio. They were getting ready to save Catharina and set Illario straight.

Teia and Viago were preparing, but Lucanis was nowhere to be seen.

Apparently he would join in later.

“Don’t worry, Lucanis knows the plan. He’ll join you at the mansion. Are you ready to go?” Teia asked again, patting Rook’s shoulder.

“Yes, sorry. We will get Catharina out of the mansion and then we’ll confront Ilario at the gathering.” Rook said, mostly to summarize it for herself.

“What are you going to do with Ilario when all of this is over?”

Teia and Viago chuckled, grabbing their daggers and facing the exit.

“I’m sure our first talon will know what to do.”

And with that, they both vanished.

—

It didn’t take long to sneak through the mansion. The team had initially agreed to only send out Rook and Lucanis - the less attention they attract the better.

But where was he?

Rook noticed one of the hallways having more guards than the others. With a dagger in hand and magic in another, she swiftly took care of them within seconds.

Until she felt a presence behind her. 

Instinctively, she elbowed them in the stomach, using the opportunity to turn around and push them against the floor. Her mouth dropped when she was finally hovered above him, her knees digging into his arms, locking him in position.

“Not a bad move, Rook.” Lucanis said, coughing between his words.

“Are you insane? I could have killed you!” Rock angrily whispered, immediately putting her dagger away.

“Please, Rook. I let you tackle me. Why miss out on an opportunity to get overpowered by a beautiful woman? ” he answered, a chuckle between the coughs.

It should have made her happy. The small flirts between them.

But instead, it just reminded her about her own frustrations. The impatient feeling, the guilt.

Without responding, she got up and offered him a hand. Pulling him up.

“Rook?” Lucanis asked, concerned. He had expected a matching response.

“We should focus on the mission.” Rook responded, perhaps a little colder than she intended.

“Where do you think your grandmother is? I already checked the east wing, but no luck so far.”

It felt like he was catching on, but the mission’s urgency kept him from investigating further. Instead he started leading the way, casually sharing childhood memories whenever he saw something familiar. 

He hasn’t been home for so long - and yet she couldn’t bring herself to fully enjoy his stories. Once Catharina had been saved and Ilario confronted, Rook would return to the Lighthouse and spend some time alone in her room. Clear her head.

That sounded like a good plan at least.

“She must be here.” Lucanis said, stopping in front of a door not too far from his childhood room. 

Rook motioned to get ready, just in case.

Once the door opened, a cane started swinging around aggressively - until Lucanis grabbed it.

“My grandson!” Catharina gasped in disbelief.

Rook stepped away for a bit, not wishing to interrupt their reunion.

“You are mad as us. Why?!” Rook suddenly heard in her head.

Spite??

“Answer! It is…. distracting him!” Spite responded telepathically.

Rook wasn’t sure how Spite was talking to her. Based on how Lucanis was acting, he didn’t seem to be aware of it either.

I’m not mad. I’m just trying to focus.

“Hurt. Longing. Is it loneliness? No. It smells like… disappointment!” Spite continued on.

The last thing Rook wanted was a conversation about her feelings. With Spite. She imagined a mental block around her head - it must have worked because the last thing she heard was a disapproving growl from Spite. And then it was quiet again.

“Thank you, Rook! For returning my grandson.” Catharina said gratefully, looking over to Rook.

“He did half of the work. We should really bring you somewhere safe.” Rook quickly responded, rejoining them.

“Nonsense. Now go and stop Ilario, I won’t be far behind.” Catharina responded, waving her cane around again.

The expression Lucanis made, said enough  - there was no way to convince Catharina to change her mind..

—

“You must feel relieved having your grandmother back. Any plans for Ilario?” Rook asked, as they were approaching the gathering.

“I don’t know. But one way or another, he needs to pay.” Lucanis said, approaching the giant door.

One could hear Ilarios' speech from the outside. Monologues about how he was grieving Catharina’s death. How Lucanis was a shame to the family and the crows due to becoming an abomination.

And that he was taking the title of the first talon for himself.

“Whatever happens, I’m with you.” Rook said, preparing herself for battle.

“I know. Let’s finish this.”

And with that, the door was kicked open.

Everything happened so fast.

Ilario didn’t hesitate to attack Lucanis on sight, backed by venatori.

The crows, unsure who to believe, were fumbling around.

But like many other fights, this one was about to end quite fast.

“They will never accept you. You’re an abomination!” Ilarios screamed at Lucanis, almost like a child who wasn’t picked for a group activity. Most of his venatory allies had fallen by now.

“Are you sure you’re not stuck with a demon yourself, Ilario? Even Spite sounds saner than you do right now.” Rook said loudly, currently finishing off remaining venetario on the opposite side of the hall.

Embarrassment was plastered on Ilarios face. The sheer audacity of being compared to a demon. And despite having little backup left, he used whatever remaining blood magic he had to teleport himself past the crows.

“You will pay for this insult!” Illario yelled, appearing in front of Rook with a dagger in hand. Ready to stab her in the chest.

Growing up with the shadow dragons taught her well - especially on how to deal with crazy individuals that were about to stab you. There were different ways to make them stop,  even for a few seconds. They just need to believe they won. 

So Rook didn’t defend herself. Didn’t use any magic spells.

Instead she positioned herself in a way, so that the dagger would end up between her armpits. Her clothes were already torn at a few places, covered in blood. It would be hard to tell whether she was really hit or not. And a delusional blood mage wouldn’t know the difference either.

To dramatize the moment, Rook let out a terrible cry that melted together with Ilario’s victory laugh.

And multiple people shouting in the background?

Rook couldn’t focus too much on it, as she was busy taking a few steps back. Holding the dagger close, while she fell on her knees. And then to her sides, closing her eyes.

“Let this be a lesson for anybody who insults Ilario-”

The sound of something smashing against the wall echoed across the hall. Followed by a demonic snarl.

“They. touched. Rook! They die!” 

That must be Spite.

Oh…

Rook realized that she never discussed her cinematic move with the others. Neve was used to it. She had witnessed it too many times during their missions.

She hated it. But she couldn’t deny how it made enemies feel overconfident. Prone to making mistakes. Better to catch off guard.

But not something to do with unaware participants.

When Rook carefully opened her eyes, another body flew against a wall. Ilario was still standing next to her, looking in another direction. His entire body tensed up in shock. Apparently Lucanis/Spite had been brutally throwing any Venatory standing in their way against the stone walls.

“Cousin, you need to calm down. They are already dead!” Teia yelled at Lucanis, but Viago held her back.

The final stand was Lucanis/Spite finally reaching Ilario, grabbing him by the throat and hurling him across the hall. The impact was strong enough to make Ilario break a few pieces of furniture in the process.

“Not. Enough. He needs to… suffer!” Lucanis and Spite shouted, as if they’d merged.

He quickly kneeled next to Rook and despite his pupils not being visible, his narrowed eyebrows showed enough concern.

“I’m fine.” Rook whispered, already feeling bad for the entire thing.

“No! He hurt you. He hurt us!” Lucanis/Spite responded back, hissing.

He was going to kill them all. If he hadn’t done so already.

“I think you already punished them well enough. Here, look.” Rook said, grabbing the dagger and pulling it out.

“See? No blood. Your cousin just has a terrible aim. He thought he won and that made him arrogant, distancing himself from his allies.” Rook explained, though she wasn’t sure how much lucanis/spite caught in their frenzied state.

“No… blood.” Lucanis/Spite whispered back.

During all this, Viago and Teia used the moment to tie Ilario down. All the other venatori were dead due to… impactful wall slammings. 

“You’re disgraceful, all of you. It’s not enough he’s an abomination, but he also kneels?! How the crows have fallen!” Ilario continued to shout, but his defeat was imminent. 

Rook slowly lifted herself off the ground, kneeling next to him.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you about this little… stunt I use from time to time. Neve hates it too. I won’t do it again and-”

Lucanis pulled Rook against him, wrapped his arms around her as the purple glow in his eyes started fading away.  Burying his face against her neck.

“Never again.” he growled. 

Rook squeezed his arm as a confirmation. The embrace ended with him taking her hand and raising Rook back to her feet with him.

All the yelling subsided when Catharina finally entered the halls. Even Ilario finally closed his mouth.

Rook didn’t dare speak. As the situation calmed down, Teia and Viago complimented her on the dramatic stunt. Thanked her for all the help she’s given.

Rook politely nodded. She could feel Lucanis staring at her. Avoiding any instances of aggravating him further would be wise.

That, until Catharina announced him as the first talon. At this point, he was swarmed by crows. People who wanted to start building connections. Others who just wanted to share a celebratory drink.

Getting through the crowd would be impossible.

“I’m going home. Could you tell Lucanis when you catch him? I think I have worried him enough for one day.” Rook said to Viago.

He nodded and then sheepishly smiled at Rook. 

“What? What is it?” Rook asked, confused.

“Take care of my cousin, Rook. Enjoy your night.” he responded, slapping her shoulder in a friendly manner.

Rook shrugged and started heading towards the Eluvian. She looked back once more and managed to make eye contact with Lucanis. With hand motions, she quickly pointed towards the Eluvian and then waved goodbye. Before he could respond, Lucanis was swarmed by another wave of crows.

—

When Rook made it to her room, she wanted to throw herself onto the bed. What a day it was.

But these clothes had to go. 

She quickly slipped out of the blood soaked fabric that was already torn in a few places. Doesn’t look like it can be repaired.

She left it on the floor and moved to the baths. It was so late at night, she doubted anybody was going to notice.

After a good cleanup, a few bruises became visible. Nothing fatal. But some were going to stick around for a while. Especially the deep purple ones. 

Too lazy to dress up, Rook grabbed a robe and headed back to her bedroom. But she was hungry. There was no time to eat during the ordeal. Maybe the kitchen had something? Even just a snack.

She quietly snuck her way into the kitchen. Perhaps she could gather a few cookies and eat them in bed! Nobody would notice. It would be her little secret. It was also doubtful that Lucanis would already be back from his celebration.

“Rook.”

She froze. Her hand was so close to grabbing a cookie.

“Oh! You’re back already?” she responded, turning around. Caught in the act.

Lucanis was sitting on the couch. A cup in his hand, presumingly coffee.

“Yes.” he responded.

“I was actually going to come visit you in your room. After I had finished my drink.” he added.

“Visit me so late at night? Whatever for?” Rook responded as a joke.

But he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead Lucanis took another sip of his coffee.

“You’re wearing a robe.”

Suddenly Rook started feeling very shy. 

“Ah, yes. I was covered in blood and wanted to check for bruises. Nothing bad, luckily.”

There was tension. And she wasn’t sure in which direction it was going to go.

The sound of her heartbeat made it difficult to focus.

“I… should go. Get out of this bathrobe.” she added and slowly took a step back.

“A good idea.” he said, taking the last sip. And then placing the cup back on the table.

“You can then show me the bruises.” 

It took a moment for her to register what he said.

That, until he stood up and started walking towards her. Rook took another step backwards, only to find herself clashing against the kitchen table behind her.

It was too late now. Any means of escape were blocked. Lucanis stood in front of her, resting his hands on both sides - pinning Rock against the table.

“I thought you were dead.” he finally said.

Lucanis didn’t shy away from eye contact. Rook looked down instead, ashamed. At least until he gently lifted her chin.

“I was going to kill them all.”

His hand slowly moved to her cheek, caressing it.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.” she whispered back.

“You didn’t think I would react?” Help me understand, Rook.”

“No! It’s just… I didn’t think you would react like that. I didn’t expect it. I wasn’t sure where I stood with you, so I decided to focus on the mission and do my thing.” 

“And has today cleared your doubts?” he asked, his thumb brushing against her lips.

She didn’t respond. And somehow she already felt breathless.

“Mierda.”

His lips clashed against hers. It didn’t take long for Rook’s to wrap her arms around his neck. Her hands grabbing onto him. Lucanis lifting Rook and placing her on the kitchen table, keeping her close.

It felt needy. Urgent. Especially when his tongue was starting to dance with hers, moaning into her mouth. 

He grabbed onto her waist, pressing himself against her. From all the movement, Rook’s bathrobe was starting to slip and any exposed shoulders were bitten, licked or kissed. 

What they didn’t realize was all the noise. Every moment caused a plate to fall. Cutlery clashing against other metallic objects. 

They finally froze when somebody yelled “What is going on down there?!”

After that, silence. Followed by quiet chuckles between them.

“I know it’s not honorable, but we could pin it on Manfred.” Rook suggested, fixing her robe.

“Hmm… No, I’ll tell them the truth.” Lucanis smirked, kissing Rook on the forehead and giving her space again. 

“And what is that? Sorry, I was fooling around in the kitchen?” Rook asked.

“Fooling around is a temporary notion. I intend to keep you for a long time.”

Lucanis smirked again, witnessing Rook blushing. 

“Now go rest. I’m still planning on inspecting your bruises sometime soon.”

Before Rook could respond, Lucanis had returned to his room. 

Falling asleep would be difficult after such a promise.

[sassycheesecake]

Here’s part 2 for this OS <3

It’s currently 3:24 am and you’re puking up the dinner you had earlier.

Again.

It’s been going on for two to three weeks already, you can’t keep any sort of food down, certain smells make you nauseous, you feel like you can hear people blinking.

It’s driving you crazy.

Unfortunately you have to deal with it by yourself, since your boyfriend and love of your life, Atsumu Miya, Setter of the MSBY Jackals is currently out of the country for an away game.

He doesn’t know about your ongoing illness, since he is busy with winning games and training, most of the time not being able to video call you, just checking in on you by texting.

You’re not stupid, you know what’s going on with you.

Atsumu and you were a little irresponsible when he was packing for traveling to Argentine.

Little meaning, no condom during sex. You do take birth control but you only started taking it about two months ago.

The blonde wanted to feel everything inside of you and you wanted to feel all of Atsumu, no barrier in between.

So you went to your gynecologist and got a prescription for birth control.

Just when you were finishing up after getting the indigested food out of you, you phone plays 'Problem’ by Natalia Kills, indicating that Atsumu is calling you.

Groaning in irritation, you accept it nonetheless.

"Hey baby! Wanted ta call in an’ ask how ya doin’."

"Hey Tsumu. 'M doing good, I was just sleeping." You lied.

"Oh sorry, ya wan’ me ta let ya go?" Atsumu asked with understanding.

"No it’s okay, tell me how Argentine is." You smile, while walking back to bed.

The Setter excitedly tells you all about Argentine, about the weather, the food, the people and the team he is currently training with.

A former famous Setter of a Japanese High School is now the Setter of the Argentinian national team and Atsumu complains to you about how overconfident annoying and cocky he is.

Sounds like someone you know.

All of sudden, you can feel your stomach getting upset again, nausea hitting you like a truck.

"Hold on Tsumu-" You manage to choke out before you toss your phone to the side, running to the bathroom.

On the other side of the world, Atsumu can hear your vomiting noises and it causes the Setter to worry deeply.

He lays in his hotel bed, waiting for you to come back.

After a few minutes, he can hear your footsteps approaching and taking your phone back into your hand.

"Sorry about that, I uhh… almost burned my food and the smell of smoke made me nauseous." You lie once again.

But Atsumu doesn’t believe any of it.

"Baby, I heard ya pukin‘ yer guts out. Ya sure yer fine? Did ya eat somethin' bad?" The Setter asks worryingly.

"It may have been the paella I made earlier Tsum. I‘ll be fine."

"Well if ya say so. Please keep me updated an‘ if there’s somethin‘ wrong, call me an' I‘ll be on the first flight home."

"Sure honey. Have fun and take care of yourself while you’re still there. Say hi to everyone for me."

"Will do baby, love ya."

Hanging up, you take a nice and warm shower, getting ready for bed once again.

You press Atsumu‘s pillow to your face, his remaining scent fills your nose.

You miss his stupid jokes, his strong arms that hold you in your sleep and his soft chocolate-brown eyes that shine love and warmth only for you.

Little did you know, Atsumu and his team return tomorrow already, instead of staying another week.

And Atsumu is keeping it a surprise, just as much as you have a surprise for him to tell when he comes back home.

[brewed-pangolin]

Captain Master Chef

OG Captain MacTavish x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI Sexual Themes

Captain Soap MacTavish is, contrary to popular belief, an absolutely amazing cook.

His mastery at the savory side of the culinary world is unlike anything you've ever experienced. For example, his take on Beef Wellington is bar none better than your mothers (you'll never tell her) and you'd be lying if you didn't fall head over heels in love with him the moment you took the first bite of his Haggis.

Even as he expands his cooking repertoire into more unfamiliar horizons, you're never left unsatisfied or turning up your nose to anything he manages to put on a plate.

--

"Oh my God, honey. This is delicious."

You praise with a quiet moan. Taste buds blissfully overwhelmed with the succulent flavor of rice, muscles, and saffron as the remaining accents of his newly mastered Paella dance their melody along the length of your tongue.

"Hm. Thank you, love. Quite proud of me self if I'm bein' honest."

You take another bite, eyes rolling back as the taste of the perfectly crusted and savory socarrat hits your tongue like an aromatic tsunami.

Your eyes linger on him, casting him a doey eyed stare that the Captain returns with his own distinctively confident gaze. Silence falling over you both as you take your time enjoying each other's company and savoring the masterful delicacy he so elegantly created.

Reluctantly, your eyes begin to shift. Turning towards the kitchen as you take in the absolute disaster that sits atop your granite counter tops and stove.

A quiet sigh escapes your lips, returning your gaze back to your Captain lover as he wipes his mouth with a flavor filled napkin.

"John, I love you. But goddamn, do you need to learn how to clean while you cook."

"What? It's not that bad, love."

"Not that bad? My kitchen's a disaster, John!"

Soap takes a long glance at the kitchen, surveying the damage before shifting his eyes up to the ceiling.

"Least there's no'a lobster on th'ceiling."

"Nothing will ever beat the lobster, John. That was truly a legendary experience."

"Yer mother didnae think so."

"Yeah. Because you threw the lobster at her!"

"The fuckin' thing pinched me!"

You exhaled an amused sigh, shaking your head with a smile that only he could pull to your lips.

"Thank God she had the pan in her hand, or I feel you'd have been excommunicated from any further family gatherings."

"Aye. Yer mother's got quite the swing, love. Better for me to stay on her good side, yeah?"

"I'd highly recommend so, John."

You gently scrape the last morsel into your mouth with an enamored and muffle moan. Wiping the corners of your lips as you take in one last look at the monstrosity that waits before you.

"Alright, honey. This mess isn't going to clean itself."

"No, it ain't, love. But I was cravin' a bit'a dessert before tacklin' that."

Your eyes narrow, brows knitting together while you shift your gaze over the counter tops for a sign of this hidden last course.

"What dessert? I don't see anything."

"M'lookin at it, sweetheart."

You pause. Rolling your eyes under heavy lids, you're met with the icy blue confidence within his stare that never seems to not have an amorous effect on you. Shifting in your seat to quell the ache already beginning to throb deep within your core.

"John MacTavish. You sneaky little bastard."

"Aye. I am. Now bring that sweet ass over here, lass. Yer Captain wants ta taste ya."

Your body then moved on its own accord. Easily snared into his hungry gaze and rolling timbre like a moth to a flame. The languid come hither of his fingers making your legs weak and breath quicken as you slowly sauntered over to your illustrious Captain.

The kitchen remained untouched the remainder of the night. Left in a culinary mess and disarray as Soap MacTavish feasted on your sweet nectar and filled the need to have your silken walls wrapped around his stiffened cock.

The dishes could wait. Your Captain would not. And you'd be daft if you ever denied Soap MacTavish what he wanted when you treated him so graciously to a feast that only you could provide.

Captain MacTavish Masterlist

@deadbranch @sofasoap @d3athtr4psworld @glitterypirateduck @homicidal-slvt @astraluminaaa @shotmrmiller @obligatoryghoststare @mykneeshurt @jynxmirage @writeforfandoms @simpingoverquestionablemen @thetrashpossum @haurasha @luismickydees @kkaaaagt

[actualbird]

// spoilers for Luke SSR Spice and Synergy

this card is hilarious to me. dont get me wrong, it's a very sweet story and everything, but it's also so funny because the main conflict is "luke and rosa want to cook a dish perfectly but cant because theyre bad at cooking" and their genius solution is "wait, but they ARE good at BEING NERDS so if we treat cooking as a series of EXPERIMENTS instead then they hypothetically will be able to COOK WELL" and. they were RIGHT. luke's fuckin encyclopedia of COOKING SCIENTIFIC FOOD NOTES had me so endeared. local STEM guy needs to apply the Scientific Method to PAELLA to be able to cook it without burning anything. amazing, no notes

also, special shoutout to luke's username

SHERLUKE_POLMES.........

[unhonestlymirror]

I've seen meme made by @flashlight-sticker and I wanted to remake it based on my real life experience (with explanations):

1. Every Eastern European country is very good at cooking - but the first place is shared between Ukraine and Latvia.

In Ukraine, I recommend you to visit "Flagman" restaurants (expensive), "Dary morya" seafood store (affordable, may have delicacies like escallops or pike caviar by a pretty good price sometimes), and of course Silpo (used to be hella expensive but worth it, idk for now, GO BUY THEIR BUCKWHEAT BREAD AND PIZZA!!) and Puzata Hata cantine net (pretty affordable but very good quality).

In Latvia, it's Lido. Just go there, you won't regret it, the staff speaks English. They also have very nice dairy products and ice cream in Rimi shops. Latvia is fucking awesome at cooking, literally nothing's ever disappointed me there.

Belarus is also very good cook, especially when it comes to potatoes, ofc, but their meat and meat products are too extravagant for me... but it's definitely worth trying! People often bring chocolate sweets, birch juice and dark bread from there as souvenirs because they're pretty delicious, too.

Lithuanian food is also amazing, especially if you're a sportsman or student (someone who got used to burn lots of calories on daily basis). Biržų Duona bakery, Iki shops, Maxima shops, Lido shops, Charlie Pizza and Fokus Pizza (serve non-pizza nice business lunches), CAFFEINE - these are some delicious and affordable options, I don't go often to restaurants. Lithuanians tend to like pretty spicy hot soups (India's nephew, afterr all XD). My only advice to you: if you visit Lithuania and you don't feel like you're gonna drop dead if you don't eat something right goddamn now - DO NOT GO TO FAST FOOD POINTS. Literally go anywhere else but McDonald's, KFC and Hesburger. There are so many finger-licking options, don't waste your time on some average hamburgers.

Turkey is good at cooking (they're Ukraine's neighbours after all). Especially at local sweets and French creme soups. I recommend you katmer (sweet hot pistachio lasagna) and grilled seafood.

2.

Spain didn't impress me with its cuisine. 90% of tourists who praise it are Germans - and whatever Germans eat on daily basis would make any Eastern European miserable and depressed. In Spain, it seems like they drink fresh orange juice only, which is not bad unless you have citrus allergy. Then it's gonna be a serious quest, especially if you're out of funds (still water is more expensive than orange juice). Also, Jordan makes paella better.

Never been to Belgium so idk.

Never been to Bulgaria either but they're Ukraine's cousin so their food must be good. Thus, I place them higher.

Finland is Okay cook, definitely better than the rest of Nordics, so I place them higher.

France is pretty good cook, but even with their huge food diversity, they still don't have affordable good quality cantines. Some of them tend to close cafes and restaurants during lunch time?? Thus, I place them lower.

3.

Sorry, Greece, but never in my life I've been served with unpeeled deep fried microshrimps... Karavidopsiha is pretty nice, tho. Potatoes are meh. I recommend you to order fish and seafood. I usually order non-spicy fish because it's cooked really fast and it's hard to hide bad smell&taste in case it's rotten.

Literally every restaurant in the center of Rome!! will serve you with black-peppered pasta carbonara... In many cases, it's also not boiled enough - and in all cases, it costs too much for its quality! Wtf, Italy, that's your capital, the face of a country! You better book in an apartment with kitchen because small local shops have some nice fresh products which you will definitely have to cook yourself in order to stop being depressed. You also need to have a guide or a good old friend who lives here for a while, who can recommend you some nice restaurants (in most cases, far from the center). If you're a very rich& influensive guest visiting Italy, in ALL 5 starts restaurants, they're gonna serve you with Tiramisu (not bad, just keep it in mind). Also, DON'T order pizza here without a guide - better go to McDonald's.

4.

Hugary is good at cooking meat.

Egypt is good in everything which isn't European cuisine.

Switzerland has nice warm spinach bakery in Migros. McDonald's there fucking sucks!!!!

Never been to Canada and USA so idk.

Liechtenstein idk, Poland... overall has nice cuisine but almost every time it's a bit too burnt and/or oily to my taste. If you're from USA/Western Europe, you'll find it amazing anyway.

5. Norway trying very hard but still can't cook for shit. They don't even have salted salmon in shops, wtf! Vegetables and fruist costs like they're made from gold. Bakery's tasteless, but I give kudos for the visual appearance. My favorite pastime there became eating sugar substitute. Idk how non-fishermen live there, if I had to eat like this everyday, I'd hang myself.

6.

Germany is famous among Eastern Europeans for having really bad taste in food. They really believe pop tarts are delicious, and that coffee&croissant is a rich man's breakfast, poor guys... Every time I go there and pick a random cafe, I order a soup and it's ALWAYS inedible. If you can't even cook a normal soup, then what can you cook at all?... Bakery's also tasteless. They drink so much beer it leaves me speechless. McDonald's and Chinese cuisine will be your calm island in the middle of a stormy sea.

In UK, the only dish I remember as good was street food (fresh strawberries in chocolate). And they were made by Polish girls. Fish&Chips isn't even worth trying. Literally every country cooks better English breakfast than England. Just go to McDonald's, don't torture yourself/your family&friends.

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 6

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“Tu café.”

“Muchas gracias, Liv.”

“De nada” I smile.

“Look at you practicing your Spanish with Pedro” Madders says, putting an arm around his teammate’s shoulders. “Have you tried to flirt with her again or have you already learnt from that mistake?”

“Que te jodan, James” Pedro says, elbowing Madders on the ribs and walking away.

“I don't speak Spanish, but I'm pretty sure he didn't say anything nice” he says, rubbing his hand where he was hit.

“He didn't, no” I chuckle. “Anyway, same as always?”

“Please. But why aren't you insulting me and rolling your eyes like you always do?”

“What?” 

“When I tease you like this you usually tell me to fuck off, and today you've smiled at me. And now… Oh my God, Olivia!” Madders gasps.

“Can you please lower down your voice?” I say while getting his coffee ready. “People come here to relax, not to hear you scream.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But Olivia… You've  been with Declan, haven't you?”

“Maybe” I shrug.

“No, no maybe. You have. You are humming while making my coffee, and you even danced!”

“What?” I laugh.

“Yes! You were humming and shaking your ass, which can only mean one thing… You and Declan had sex.”

“Fuck!” I say after spilling some coffee and burning my hand, the other players who are at the cafeteria look in my direction. 

“Yes, that's what you did” Maddes chuckles. “Was the rice good?” 

“Liv, are you ok? Did you burn your hand?” Son says, walking towards us.

“I'm fine, Sonny. Thank you for asking” I smile, giving Madders his coffee. 

“You must be careful, we can't lose our best barista.”

“You are too kind.”

“It's the truth. No one makes our coffees the way you do, Liv. You are very talented” he smiles. “But tell me, what rice were you guys talking about? Is there a new restaurant or something? You know I love my food.”

“You tell him, Liv” Madders says, sipping from his cup. If only he could burn his tongue and stop talking shit…

“It's… I…” Think, Olivia. Think! “It's just this Spanish restaurant James is always telling me to go to. They apparently make really good paella, but he calls it rice because he knows he sounds stupid when he tries to pronounce it properly.”

“Oh, I see. Did you try it? Was it good?” Son asks me.

“I didn't try it, no” I say, looking at Madders so he can get the message.

“Really?” he replies. “What a pity, Liv… Everyone says it is really good rice. But maybe next time. Because I'm sure there will be a next time.”

“Do you want a refill, Sonny?” I ask him, ignoring Madders’ comment and the stupid grin on his face. 

“Oh, yes. Let me go grab my cup” he smiles, walking away completely oblivious of the conversation he's just been part of.

“Olivia! Olivia, darling!” my dad says, storming into the cafeteria and making everyone look at him and then at me. More attention, yay. 

“What are you doing here, dad?”

“I've brought you a present” he says, giving me the Tottenham bag he was carrying. “Open it, darling.”

“Here?” I say.

“Of course! I want the boys to see it too. It isn't anything bad, don't give me that look” he laughs.

“C'mon, Liv. Open it” Madders says, the smile on his face telling me that he is loving the moment.

“Ok, fine” I sigh, slowly opening the bag. “A shirt?” 

“Yes, a shirt. But not any shirt” my dad says, taking it out from the bag before I can do it. “It's the new shirt with your name on it, darling!” he grins. “You didn't have this one yet. And stop smiling like that, Maddison. She's been getting number 10 on her shirts since she was a baby because that's when she was born, not because of you.”

“It still is a nice coincidence” he shrugs. 

“Oh, number 10! It's your birthday next week!” Son says, joining us again.

“Wait, what? Why hadn't you told me, Liv? I've been here for two years already and we are like brother and sister. I should know when your birthday is!” Madders says.

“You never asked” I shrug.

“And if she hasn't told you anything it's because Olivia isn't the biggest fan of celebrating her birthday” my dad chuckles. “But this year we are doing something very special that I think she will like.”

“Are we?” I ask.

“We are going to the Emirates to watch the Arsenal-Tottenham!”

“What?” 

“I got us the best tickets, darling. We are gonna be super close to the pitch to see the boys kick those gooners in the ass. And while we do it, you can wear this” my dad smiles, showing me the shirt again. “What do you think?”

“I… I mean… I…” I mumble.

“You've left her speechless” Madders laughs. “But I know she's looking forward to that game. Aren't you, Liv?” he smirks.

“I… yeah” I reply. I'm looking forward to that game and to ripping off your head, James Maddison. 

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“That was a really nice first half, wasn't it, girls? I know we haven't managed to score, but neither have they and they've had their chances” my dad says, getting up from his seat and stretching. “I'm gonna go to the bathroom and get myself another drink. Do you want anything?”

“I'm fine” my mum says.

“Darling?”

“I'm good too. Thank you, dad” I smile.

“Ok, then I'll see you in a bit. Don't flirt with any player while I'm away. Or manager. I know you fancy Arteta’s lower back” he says, looking at my mum.

“Oh, stop it” she laughs. “But he does have a good backside” she tells me once my dad is gone.

“Mum!”

“Sorry” she shrugs. “Are you enjoying the game?”

“It's ok.”

When my dad said he had gotten us really good seats, he wasn't lying. We are sitting behind Arsenal's bench, so close to the players who aren't playing that I could tickle the back of their heads if I wanted. Which may have been something I've been tempted to do to Havertz a few times. 

“Just ok? Are you alright, Olivia?”

“Yeah” I shrug. Though not really. Because being so close to Arsenal's bench means having Declan close too. 

He came our way a couple of times to talk with Arteta and drink water, and both times I found myself holding my breath, hoping he would not look my way and see me standing there on my Tottenham's shirt. Because for whatever the reason, I didn't tell him I was coming to the Emirates today. 

“Hopefully the boys will score and make it better. Maybe James is inspired. Or that Spanish boy…” she says, lifting her eyebrows up and down.

“Mum, I already told you. I'm not interested in Pedro. I don't even find him attractive.”

“You are blind, Olivia.”

“Yeah, whatever” I say, focusing on the players who are warming up. 

“Looks like they are going to do a substitution” my mum says after a few minutes in silence.

“What?” 

“Look” she says, nodding towards the pitch. Jorginho is getting rid of his sweatshirt, one of Arteta's staff members talking to him. “Maybe someone is injured?”

“Maybe” I reply, looking at the players that are coming through the tunnel. I see Ramsdale, White, Saliba, Martinelli, Ødegaard… And I could keep checking the rest of the team if it wasn't because someone wearing red has stopped in front of me, not allowing me to see a single thing.

“Liv?” a male voice says.

“What… Declan?” I gasp when I look up at the person who was blocking my view.

“What are you doing here?” we say at the same time.

“Olivia, do you know him?” 

“I… I…” I mumble, unable to stop looking at those blue eyes of his. 

“Olivia, are you alright?” my mum asks again.

“I…”

“Rice?” my dad says behind us. Oh… my God. “What are you doing on the bench? You should be playing!”

“My back isn't in the mood for it” he chuckles.

“Wait, are you injured?” I ask him, finally remembering that I can talk and function like a normal human being. “Is it serious?”

“Nah, don't worry. They just don't want to risk it getting worse.”

“Oh…”

“That's the right call” my dad says, sitting next to me. “You are their best player, they can't lose you.”

“Thank you, sir” Declan says with a shy smile. Declan… shy? What? “It means a lot coming from a Tottenham fan like yourself.”

“Wait, do you also know each other?” my mum says with a confused look.

“What do you mean with also?”

“He knows Liv.”

“Does he?” my dad says, looking at me.

“It's from the national team, from when we've stayed at Tottenham training centre” Declan explains. 

“Oh, of course!” my dad laughs. “Did she tell you that I'm a big Tottenham fan?”

“That was Madders. When he introduced us he told me about it and about your job at the club.”

“You know James” I say with a nervous laugh. “He talks a lot.”

“Anyway, I better sit down, the game is about to start” Declan says.

“Of course, of course. It was lovely chatting with you boy. Though I hope you lose” my dad smirks.

“We'll see” Declan replies with a similar smile. “Nice to see you again, Liv.”

“Yeah, you too” I say while praying for my cheeks to not start turning bright red. I know my mum would definitely notice and start asking questions. 

“What a nice lad” my dad says once the game starts again.

“Uh?”

“That Declan Rice. An amazing player on the pitch and a good egg outside. Never heard a bad thing about him.”

“He is really nice, yes” I reply.

“If he didn't play for Arsenal I wouldn't mind having him as my son-in-law.”

“What?” I say, raising my voice so much that I see Declan turning around to look at me. Though thankfully he doesn't manage to completely do it, Arsenal almost scoring and distracting him. 

“He is very handsome too” my mum says. “Did you see his eyes? They are beautiful.”

“But he plays for Arsenal, so he is off limits. Understood, Olivia?” my dad says, giving me his most serious look. He isn't joking about this. At all. 

“Understood” I nod. 

“Good” he smiles, patting my leg before focusing on the game again, something I'm unable to do. 

I can only look at the back of Declan's head, my dad's words repeating over and over in my head. 

He is off limits.

[olympeline]

FrUK FACE family Parent Trap AU, part 4! Part 1

Alfred and Matthew have finally realised they’re long lost twin brothers. How do you cope with that kind of bombshell? In their case: by being very, very excited. Alfred especially just wants every possible detail about Francis and Quebec and machine guns Mattie with questions. Matthew juggles answering and trying to get his share of detail from Alfred about Arthur and New York. Neither of them get any sleep that night, not that they care lol.

The next day, they agree to keep their new found secret just that for fear of the adults finding out and making things difficult. Then more talking about their dads, every time they have a free moment. Neither of them can get enough. Eventually the conversation turns to the break up. Matthew says Francis never talks about Arthur, but he’s sure he still misses him a lot. Alfred agrees the same about Arthur missing Francis. Then wonders why they ever broke up if they were so happy and still haven’t gotten over each other ten years later. Mattie doesn’t get it either. The talk turns to their dads’ love lives and it’s here that Alfred casually brings up Uncle Tony, because - being Alfred - of course he’d take that long to remember him. Matthew is aghast, especially when he hears Arthur may actually marry this Antonio. He only just found his lost dad and now he may be getting a stepdad?!

Mattie asks what Antonio is like. Alfred shrugs and tells him Tony is…fine? He’s a good guy and his paella is great! Good at soccer too, maybe even better than Arthur. Yeah, Tony is a good guy, says Alfred.

Matthew can tell there’s a “but” coming. And he’s right. Alfred, with a little prodding, says that while Tony is fun to have around, he doesn’t think Arthur loves him. Not really. He likes Tony, likes him a lot, but…

Mattie understands. He knows Francis is lonely too.

There’s quiet for the first time since the big revelation as both twins think this over. Then Matthew shyly says he wishes he could meet Arthur. Now, before everything changes when he gets married again. Alfred agrees and says he wishes he could meet Francis too. Their eyes meet. It’s not sure who has the idea first - maybe they have it together? - but either way, they know what they have to do:

“We should trade places!”

“We should go live with each other’s dads!”

“Yeah! They’d never know!”

“We’re twins! It’s perfect!”

Once they’ve decided, it takes a lot of planning. The boys have to learn everything about each other in just a few weeks. Enough to fool the person who knows and loves them best. They drill each other on names, places, friends, family history and stories, etc. That stuff isn’t so bad, but a major stumbling block is how bilingual the Bonnefoy household is. Luckily they’re not starting from nothing as Alfred does French in school and his dad has always been extra on his ass about his French grades. Even more than usual. Alfred gets why now. More drilling, this time in French grammar and vocabulary. Matthew isn’t too confident by the time they’re done but Alfred tells him to take it easy. He can pull this off! Mattie isn’t so sure, but he’s willing to try anyway. He wants to meet Arthur very badly.

The last touch and big test is tweaking their appearances and seeing if they can fool their friends and the camp staff. They practice the other’s body language and way of speaking. Then it’s mirror test time. Alfred has shorter hair and a pieced ear (the latter done 100% without his dad’s permission lol) so it’s poor Mattie who gets the impromptu makeover. Alfred Kirkland coming at you while brandishing scissors and a sewing needle is not a comforting sight, but they manage to get it done with no major incidents. (It’s fine, it’s fine! Mattie only bled for a few hours, tops). They try out the switch at breakfast, breaths held, and…!

Success. Noone challenges them. As far as anyone else is concerned, Alfred was Mattie and Mattie was Alfred. Aww yeah! Operation Switcheroo is ago! 🇺🇸 <- -> 🇨🇦 🇨🇦 <- -> 🇺🇸 🤜 🤛

Before they know it, camp is over and it’s time to go “home.” The boys bid an emotional farewell, promise to keep in touch and help the other out if needed, then part ways. Alfred takes Mattie’s passport and gets on the plane to Quebec. Matthew boards the greyhound bus heading to New York. Both are so nervous all the ways it’s agony and they can hardly sit still. Matthew almost throws up eight times. Alfred actually does throw up, then pretends he didn’t when the kind air stewardess asks if he’s okay. The journey seems to last forever, but eventually the plane touches down and the bus pulls in.

Alfred steps out onto Canadian soil and looks around for the face he’s seen only in his secret photograph. He hears a French accented voice call Mattie’s name, turns, and sees Francis for the first time. Waving and coming to meet him with a beaming smile and a big, white dog on a leash. Alfred was sure he’d be okay, that he wouldn’t cry. He was wrong, but the tears were hidden and absorbed by Francis’s kashmir sweater when he swept his son up in a hug. Alfred hugs Francis back, breathing in his scent and feeling his silky hair tickle his cheek. This is his other dad. He’s hugging his other dad!! Francis feels Alfred shaking and is concerned, asking “Matthew” in French if he’s okay. And Alfred immediately forgets every French lesson he ever learned. He might have been found out there and then if not for Mr. Kumajiro distracting Francis by barking up a storm. This little one may look like their pup, but he doesn’t smell like him! By the time Francis gets him to calm down, Alfred has recovered. He hastily dries his tears, put on a Mattie-style smile, and tells Francis in French that he’s fine. Just got a little hayfever from all the flowers at camp. Francis says they’ll get some meds on the way home. As they walk to the car, he asks if Alfred enjoyed his first time at camp? Did he make friends? Was it exciting? Alfred grins and tells him: yes, yes, and yes again. He absolutely did.

Meanwhile, Matthew arrives in the crazy bustle of New York and is barely off the bus before Arthur appears to greet him. Mattie doesn’t get a chance to think before he’s swiftly hugged, and then held by his shoulders as his dad grumbles about various things while kneeling down and checking him over for injuries. A common occurrence when Alfred returns from anywhere further away than school. Mattie stares at Arthur, lost for words. This is his other dad. His other dad just came over and hugged him. Matthew feels his mouth go dry and his eyes well up with tears and has to fake a sneezing fit so Arthur doesn’t get concerned and suspicious. The hayfever excuse works twice in one day. Then Mattie puts on his best Alfred grin and asks, loud as he dares, if they can go get some food because that trip took for-ever and he’s starving! Arthur grabs his son’s bags and says sure, he’ll cook something as soon as they get home. As they head down to the subway, Arthur asks “Alfred” if he enjoyed camp this year? Did he see his friends again? Did he stay out of trouble? Matthew says: “You bet!” “Yes!” and “Nooo comment!” Arthur tuts but can’t help the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smile. He pats Matthew on the shoulder and Mattie has to act extra Alfred-style bouncy to stop the tears coming again.

Five hundred miles apart, Francis and Arthur are both surprised and touched when their son reaches out to grasp their hand on the journey home. Neither twin has done that in years, protesting they were too old for baby stuff like hand holding.

The hayfever excuse gets a few more uses before the day is out, and not just from the twins

(Stay tuned for part 5! (´ε｀ )♡)

[the-fluff-piece]

Sweet and Slow

A Sanji x reader fluff fanfic

What happens when you decide to reward Sanji's endless flirting with a kiss? It will be just a fling, he surely won't be questioning his whole lifestyle of falling deeply in love with every single woman he sees, and of course he won't try to prove to you that he wants only you. That would be silly. (and if you didn't pick up on the sarcasm that's absolutely what will be happening in this eventually but this is only part 1, the first encounter)

It is sfw fluff with making out parts and mention of alcohol

Let me know in the comments if you liked it!

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It's already late, but you didn't feel like going to your room after dinner. The paella Sanji has cooked up was delicious, but it didn't satisfy you. When conversations slowly ended and the others said good night, you sat down at the bar in the dining room, watching Sanji clean the kitchen.

He's humming to himself as he is putting away leftovers, cleaning plates and his kitchen supplies. From time to time, he's turning around to you and blows you a kiss, asking if you need anything.

"I need...something nice" you eventually whisper. Noticing your bad mood, he puts the dish cloth down and leans on the counter, looking into your eyes with an easy grin.

"Whatever you need, I will do anything to make you smile again“ he says in his most sincere voice. "Mhm, I don't know...", your voice trails off as you draw random patterns on the bar's wooden counter with your finger."I know just the thing" Sanji says and turns around, already beginning to mix a cocktail."I have picked up some extremely rare chocolate liqueur in Dress Rosa. With a little bit of cream, a hint of rose...", he puts a glas in front of you, sprinkled with rose petals and smelling deliciously of chocolate.

You try the drink, the sweet, heavy chocolate liqueur is perfectly contrasted by the flowery bouquet of rosewater, and there is a hint of sea salt and spices. His blue eyes are studying you intensely while he assesses the effect of his creation on you. You immediately feel a little comforted, it's amazing how Sanji can be so considerate in some moments. Your frown slowly turns into a relaxed smile.

"I m glad you like it", he says and turns around to resume his work again. You have always loved the way he is when it's just the two of you. He may not make that much of a fuss about you all day, but when you need something, he really stops and listens to you. Sometimes, like today, he even hears the things you don't say out loud. You watch his tall, slender figure wash up dishes and put away everything while you drink your rose and chocolate drink. You can already feeling it going to your head a little.

"I will just prepare something for tomorrow and than I am done for the day. Anything else you need, my lady?", he asks, leaning on the counter again.

In that moment, you decide to just take a leap of faith - you've always wondered how he would react if his advances actually worked.

"You know, there is one thing...", you say, getting up from your chair to reach over, grab the knot of his tie and pull him towards you - to give him a little kiss on the mouth.

You draw back and see his face frozen in an expression that slowly shifts from a shocked to perfect bliss. Reassured by his reaction, you lean forward again, kissing him again, deeper and longer, while your hands are wrapped around his neck, playing with the strands of his soft hair. It takes a few seconds until he reacts. At first you fear you might have been too bold after all, but soon you feel his arms tighten around you and his tongue darting out to meet yours.

You could have stayed like this a few moments longer, but he breaks away. "A- are you really sure?", he asks. "Are you not?", you ask back, irritated. "I thought I was your lady, and that you would do everything to make me happy?", you say with a pout. Which seemed to scare him, with wide eyes he assures you "Of course, it's true! Anything for you! Just tell me what you want!", he almost kneels before you to underline his promise.

You playfully pretend to be thinking really hard about your wishes while you study the parade of emotions across Sanjis face: excitement, insecurity, desire, happiness- his expressions are as easy to read as a menu. Eventually you answer by pursing your lips and closing your eyes.

 "Y/n-chan, are you really, really sure you want to do this?" you hear is hoarse voice in front of you. With two fingers he lifts your chin up, prompting you to open your eyes again.

You have never seen this expression on him, at least not when he’s talking to you. Dead serious, cautious. His eyes are fixed on your face, searching for clues about what you're thinking. You need to swallow hard - this was a face he wore to battle. "If we go there, everything will change", he says ominously. Of course things will change in your dynamic, but he can never deny who he is – there will never be just one woman for him. He is surely just dramatic, so you tell him: "I know that, you silly man" hoping that he wasn’t making this more complicated in his head than it needed to be.

After what feels like an eternity you can feel his hands on your waist. In a swift movement he lifts you off the bar chair and onto the counter. He pushes your knees apart to stand closer, looking deep into your eyes before he kisses you again, softly and slowly. One hand is caressing you cheek as the other trails down your side. Once again you close your hands around his neck, and you cannot resist touching his hair again. He doesn't seem to mind. It was all sweet and soft sensations: his cautious kiss, his warmth, the smell of his perfume and the spices of the kitchen, his caressing hands - and his body pressing against yours.

He would only stop his sweet kisses to whisper even sweeter vows in your ears. "Your eyes are so beautiful...your mouth is the sweetest thing I ever tasted...I will never leave your side ever again...I will always keep you save, no matter what" - things he has probably said a thousand times to a thousand others, but it was still wonderful to have them whispered in your ears.

Eventually sleep overwhelms you and Sanji carries you to your bed. He lays you on the mattress and sits down on the edge of the bed, gazing at you with a hopeful look in his eyes. „Can I...I mean since we’re now...you know…“, he wrung his hands like a nervous school boy. „Just sleep next you? I swear I won’t do anything!“ he promises with his hand over his heart.

You invite him by holding up the beadsheet and he happily kicks off his shoes to lie down. As you close your eyes and try to get some sleep, you feel watched. You open one eye to see his face inches from yours, staring.

„Sanji!“ you say.

„What? You need something?���

„...I need you to stop staring and get to sleep!“

„Oh, I’m sorry, of course“, he says, pushing his hair over his eyes. „I swear I wont stare anymore. But you are so cute when you sleep!“

You drift off to sleep – even though he's clearly peeking from time to time.

Author's note: Yes, this is a repost of a smut story no one read with the smut part taken out and the fluff expaned, because I already started to write a second part. And sorry for not updating, I am absolutely capable of writing for some reason. I must have been blocked by the writing gods.

[20skai]

Get to know my Tav!

Nemeia Vadu - Mephistopheles Tiefling - Light Domain Cleric / Storm Sorcery Sorcerer - She/her - 27

favorite weapon: The Blood of Lathander. The Githyanki crèche was an … adventure to be sure. But Nemeia would be lying that she wasn’t excited to explore the Morninglord’s sanctuary. As a devout follower of Lathander she was drawn to the weapon as if it was calling to her.

style of combat: Dual wielding The Blood of Lathander and Phalar Aluve with Spirit Guardians surrounding her is preferred if enemies get too close. But as a cleric she is also fine hanging back and healing her friends and allies.

most prized possession: The acorn gifted to her by her beloved Wyll. He had courted her for so long and the culmination of their courtship was him asking for her hand in marriage. While she could tell that Wyll wished to give something more extravagant that was “worthy” of her, she begged Gale to cast a spell to preserve the nut for the rest of her life.

deepest desire: To know her parents. She was given up to a temple due to a deal struck between Lathander and her father. While the high priest at the temple told her that her parents didn’t make the deal lightly and were sorrowful leaving her that was all that was told to her. The rest was up for her to figure out.

guilty pleasure: ….reading smut 👀

best-kept secret: she loves puns. Dribbles the clown almost made her laugh out loud but she had to keep up appearances.

greatest strength: Her compassion. She cares for people, deeply. Even to her own detriment she is just so caring and most of the time it always helps her in the long run.

fatal flaw: Her selflessness. There have been many times where Nemeia has taken the brunt of an attack to save someone else. There was a time when she had taken a blow for Wyll in battle and, well, let’s just say afterwards she had gotten an earful… then a kiss and a serious look saying “don’t EVER do that again.”

favorite smell: Amber and Vanilla

favorite spell or cantrip: Spirit Guardians and Fireball

pet peeve: chewing loudly. She can’t explain it but just something about it irritates her to no end…

bad habit: forgets to prepare her spells in the morning. usually remembers to do it halfway through the day

hidden talent: she a surprisingly good singer and talented with a violin.

leisure activity: yoga. she’s really flexible and can twist and contort her body into different angles (much to the viewing pleasure of a certain Warlock)

favorite drink: something equivalent to sparkling grape juice

comfort food: Sun-Dappled Paella and baguettes.

favorite person: Of the companions, Wyll and Karlach! Outside of the companions, her friends from the temple she grew up at Rohdax and Minda. Rohdax trained her in the martial prowess of Paladins and Minda is another cleric, she’s much older than Nemeia but she took her under her wing when Nemeia was old enough to train.

favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): making jokes and cheek kisses (though Wyll always moves his head so he gets a kiss on the lips that always causes her to blush.)

fondest childhood memory: reading and learning from her teachers at the temple. She was a real quiet and bookish child.

✨

@blackmagickatt (you don’t have to if you don’t want to)

[patrywoso]

Hey lovely girl, I’m sorry that you’re still working today, and three more hours! Good luck girl!

I’m probably not gonna catch a cold or fall sick, my body only picks bad times to be sick and it isn’t really a bad time rn. Funny story, since I started following your writing, I’ve been coincidentally sick every time you drop a fic. If that ewa pajor fic comes out in the next two days I might just fall ill.

Ooh paella, I’ve only eaten it once in my life (crime I know). If I ever visit Spain I’ll be sure to try it again! I don’t think I’ve eaten tortilla de patatas sorry. I’m not very adventurous in my eating. I don’t really have a favourite meal, as a student my diet is usually whatever the school serves or what my crappy kitchen skills manage to make. If I had to pick food to live on maybe bread oats and rice. I eat a lot of bread, like as a snack and a meal so that would be the most likely one. Usually I put some jam inside then experiment with cutting the bread into different shapes. As a kid my mom would ask me how I wanted it sliced and I would come up with the most ridiculous shape. Once I asked for a cat and she actually had a cat cookie cutter she used to cut the bread. I miss having my parents make me actually good food, now that I’m on my own and relying on my own skills I realise that I am not built to be a housewife (unless a pretty girl needs one in that case I can always learn)

What sports did you play growing up/ currently darling? I swear I read somewhere that you played basketball but maybe I’m hallucinating. Also I just realised you said three more hours of work left to go??? Why are you working so late in the evening on a weekend? Is work just being an ass again? Hope tomorrow goes better darling, less work more rest more time to yourself. Love you, goodluck for the next few hours, xoxo

Hey sweetheart, thank you for the good luck wishes, i’ll need them because work has been a nightmare lately. But hey, once this is done, it’s one less thing on my plate.

And about your cooking, if you ever need a break from experimenting in the kitchen, come over to mine, and let me take care of you. I’m a really good cook, and I’d gladly whip up a tortilla de patatas for you. It’s super simple, just potatoes, onion, and eggs. You’d love it, trust me.

As for basketball, you’re absolutely right, I used to play growing up and even went pro for two years. Unfortunately, a car accident ended that chapter of my life, but I’m grateful for all the memories it gave me. Now, it’s all about work, which, as you guessed, is absolutely insane right now. I have so much to do in so little time, and with all the traveling coming up, I’m barely keeping up. It’s exhausting, but I’ll get through it somehow.

Also, I love that you tell me stories about yourself, they’re the highlight of my days lately. Your bread-cutting adventures are adorable, and I think it’s sweet how creative you’ve always been, even with food. If it makes you feel better, no one’s born a housewife, but you’re such a thoughtful person that I think you’d be amazing at anything you set your mind to (especially for a pretty girl who deserves it).

I hope you don’t fall sick with this next fic drop because I’d feel terribly responsible and it's coming out tomorrow most likely.

Take care of yourself, darling, and remember I’m rooting for you always. Love you.

[roguestarsailor]

ranting about how hard it truly is to talk to people out here!! and im just not in a good mood today

i might be just sad because my friends moved to nyc and i miss them and i feel very lonely right now! could also be the bad weather too?

i had lunch w head honcho + 2 other coworkers. we do this yearly and its suppose to be a chance for us to talk to someone we don't usually talk to. its a good idea but at this point im more bothered than anything and it feels like such a chore. the thing is i genuinely try to talk to everybody and meet them where i can!

head honcho is soooo difficult to talk to i swear. idk if he's got time to truly dislike me but i don't get the vibe that we're that chill. but anyways, talking to him is like pulling teeth i swear. he recently had twins and so i was trying to ask him questions about that to get him to talk with me! and he gives me like one sentence answers. he's not mean but it's soooooooooo fucken dry. then i'll try to talk about myself and he doesn't really respond!

during the lunch, one of my coworkers was talking about how during thanksgiving his family makes paella every year and he's unsure why they do that and i was like oh i love paella, that's my goal one day to make it. and then everyone, mostly head honcho who was like oh its so easy just do it and i was like but i need to buy the pan and then hes like just buy the pan its everywhere; it's not that difficult. which ok yeah its true if you break it down step by step and theres an abundant places to buy the pan and get the ingredients and i feel like i have to defend myself. when i say these things i dont mean i physically can't do it it means i don't have the energy to do that in the present moment and it's just something i want to learn to do. i hate when they rag on me and make me feel dumb!

not a single question was ask to me and it was just boys talking to boys. its not like sports or anything but just like work talk, sales, and regular family things especially since thanksgiving is coming up. and i just felt ready to leave. it was so unfulfilling and it wasn't conversation that i can jump in to say anything useful. its so annoying.

times like this is when i really need to figure out how to change my language. i speak and talk to people with the expectation that everyone is participating and open them to speak on their own experiences but maybe i do it so wrong that it makes everyone think i'm dumb and need help?? anyways, its the type of thing where i cant fake my way through. how does he have this so often and can't hold a conversation? or is that reserved for other people? i'd rather sit in silence!!!

i had dinner w another friend and it was also awful ok im being dramatic i think it was just surface level. i think if i have to repeatedly say "oh and look at us that's why we're still friends" i think its a bad sign. that dinner was purely her talking about herself and what she's been doing and how she's got all these people she's got to see and call and facetime and dinners and parties and all that. it's fun to see her be so active but the connection was not there. it was me asking questions and then the same thing that happened at the lunch happened here too. i was saying ugh i want to go shopping and i miss just being able to go. she immediately goes into problem solving mode and tells me oh just go shopping and then proposed we go shopping at this suburban mall where she also has a pizza event and i was like ok yes! this is great! but i am also like wait a minute, it's not even stores i want to shop at?? and she also goes oh i won't be shopping but you can and i dont like that because i don't want to be taken care of, come because you ALSO want to go shopping. you're not my chauffeur and i dont want you to be!

actually i wish people would stop trying to solve my problems. there are times when i ask and times when i am just complaining and ranting! and i want you to rant with me!!! i like when people just get what i mean! when i say ugh i hate that XYZ i'd prefer if they said yeah XYZ is annoying and when ABC happened to me i was just as mad. that's what im looking for. i'm not helpful but i am full of complaints and rants!

i feel like i need to fix my language...but i don't know how to hold a conversation well. i don't want it to be just purely statements. it should be interactive and shouldn't we all be trying to be in someone else's shoes as they speak?

anyways im not happy today. stupid russian man was in my brain today because he is interacting w that friend that moved to nyc's strava and im filled with jealousy and rage and on top of that, it's just so much of these surface level interactions and i am sick of them. absolutely sick of them. fighting my demons and loneliness and it was especially hard today.

[sparklingandtwinkling]

Delicious Party♡Pretty Cure Characters as Mobians

🍀🐱🩷🦊🍙💙🐶🥪💛🐲🍜💜🍧🍀🐱

Cures:

Yui Nagomi/Cure Precious - Light Brown Fox/Bright Pink Fox

Kokone Fuwa/Cure Spicy - Dark Azure Labrador/Bright Blue Labrador

Ran Hanamichi/Cure Yum-Yum - Brown Asian Water Monitor/Yellow Asian Water Monitor

Amane Kasai/Gentlu/Cure Finale - Dark Purple Monkey/Silver Monkey/Blonde Monkey

She was formerly part of the Bundoru Gang as the phantom thief Gentlu until she was rescued by the Cures

Faires:

Kome-Kome II - Fox Cure Flicky (Energy Flicky)

Energy Fairy of Rice

Fairy partner of Cure Precious

When she combines forces and transforms with Yui, she enters her "rice ball form"

She is able to transform into human form at will, due to her special status

She is also able to help herself and her friends travel between other worlds, such as CooKingdom, by using the stored powers inside her jewel brooch. The same power can also be used by herself to time-travel once in her life. However, doing so can use up her stamina

Pam-Pam - Dog Cure Flicky (Energy Flicky)

Energy Fairy of Bread

Fairy partner of Cure Spicy

When she combines forces with Kokone, she enters "sandwich form"

She is able to transform into human form at will

She is able to make things more stylish with her magic

Mem-Mem - Dragon Cure Flicky (Energy Flicky)

Energy Fairy of Noodles

Fairy partner of Cure Yum-Yum

When he combines forces with Ran he enters his "bowl form"

He is able to transform into human form at will

He is able to breathe fire to attack his enemies

He can do noodle fortune-telling, in which he can detect the location of noodle-based Recipepes, by using power stored in his jewel. But doing so will use up a lot of his energy

Magical Allies:

Rosemary - Lilac Peacock

Rosemary came from CooKingdom in search of the Recipe-Bon.

He has high beauty standards and knows cosmetology. He also cries often and is emotional.

After Godatz’s arrest he is responsible for training the Cook Fighters.

CooKing - White Hare

He is the king of CooKingdom.

CooQueen - Pale Pink Deer

She is the queen of CooKingdom.

Ginger - Calico Japanese Bobtail Cat

He was Rosemary, Fennel, and Cinnamon's master, and the leader of the Cook Fighters.

Cerfeuil - Light Brwon Irish Terrier

She was a Cook Fighter apprentice at CooKingdom, but after the Delicious Stone chose her, she is now a Cook Fighter.

Kome-Kome I - Fox Energy Flicky

Kome-Kome's predecessor

Recipepes

Omurice Recipepe

Karaage Recipepe

Pudding Recipepe

Curry Rice Recipepe

Soft Serve Ice Cream Recipepe

Sandwich Recipepe

Rice Ball Recipepe

Heart Bread Recipepe

Curry Bread Recipepe

Veggie Soup Recipepe

Corn Soup Recipepe

Beef Stew Recipepe

Fried Shrimp Recipepe

Ramen Recipepe

Gyōza Recipepe

Chahan Recipepe

Kanitama Recipepe

Shrimp Dumpling Recipepe

Spring Roll Recipepe

Sakura Mochi Recipepe

Hamburger Recipepe

Fries Recipepe

Takoyaki Recipepe

Tarako Pasta Recipepe

Potato Salad Recipepe

Hamburger Steak Recipepe

Miso Soup Recipepe

Salmon Roe Rice Bowl Recipepe

Whitebait Rice Bowl Recipepe

Meat Sauce Pasta Recipepe

Hot Dog Recipepe

Meat and Potato Stew Recipepe

Parfait Recipepe

Fruit Punch Recipepe

Shortcake Recipepe

Chocolate Cake Recipepe

Roast Chicken Recipepe

Shaved Ice Recipepe

Minazuki Recipepe

Crêpe Recipepe

Doughnut Hole Recipepe

Pizza Recipepe

Paella Recipepe

Barbecue Recipepe

Meat-Stuffed Green Pepper Recipepe

Ice Cream Recipepe

Candy Recipepe

Sushi Recipepe

Omuhayashi Recipepe

Pilaf Recipepe

Chūkadon Recipepe

Shiratama Dango Recipepe

Yakisoba Recipepe

Seafood Yakisoba Recipepe

Udon Recipepe

Sōmen Recipepe

Soba Recipepe

Pumpkin Pie Recipepe

Oden Recipepe

Pita Bread Sandwich Recipepe

Almond Tofu Recipepe

Candied Apple Recipepe

Tamagoyaki Recipepe

Tamago Kake Gohan Recipepe

Christmas Cake Recipepe

Villians:

Godatz/Fennel - Brown Maine Coon (Good)/Purple Maine Coon (Bad)

He is the leader of Bundoru Gang, who wants to steal all of the Recipepes so he can own all types of cuisines.

His real identity is known as Fennel who was the Imperial Guard Captain for CooKingdom and one of Ginger's students.

Narcistoru - Pale Green Moose

A general of the Bundoru Gang.

Narcistoru is a self-proclaimed genius who invents new items to make the Ubauzo stronger.

With Gentlu no longer a part of the Bundoru Gang, Narcistoru takes over with the mission of capturing Recipepes, but later gets arrested and imprisoned in CooKingdom.

Secretoru - Dark Green Panther

A general of the Bundoru Gang who has an insidious way of speaking.

After Narcistoru is arrested and imprisoned in CooKingdom, Secretoru takes over with the mission of capturing Recipepes.

Spiritoru - Silver Tech Boar

A robot made by Narcistoru, who is powered by the Delicious Stones.

Spiritoru was originally programmed with Narcistoru's tastes in mind as well as being very kind with cheerleader-like tendencies, but after Secretoru reprogrammed him, Spiritoru became serious and more task-oriented.

Family:

Hikaru Nagomi - Brown Wolf

Yui's father.

Hikaru works as a fisherman, and is currently on a fishing trip with Shinada Monpei.

Akiho Nagomi - Brown Fox

Yui's mother, and owns Nagomi Diner.

Yone Nagomi - Light Brown Fox

Yui's late grandmother.

She was well-known for inspiring Yui with her quotes and kindly helping others when she was alive.

Shousei Fuwa - Black Labrador

Kokone's father, who owns Restaurant Du Lac with his wife.

Hatsuko Fuwa - Dark Azure Labrador

She is Kokone's mother, who is the menu developer and ingredient purchaser for Restaurant Du Lac.

She is nicknamed the Genius Taster.

Koshinosuke Hanamichi - Brown Panda

Ran's father, and owns a ramen shop called Panda Hut.

Tsurune Hanamichi - Brown Asian Water Monitor

Ran's mother.

Together with her husband, they run the ramen shop Panda Hut, while always being on the same wavelength.

Run Hanamichi - Peach-Brown Panda

Ran's younger sister.

Rin Hanamichi - Brown Panda

Ran's younger brother.

Botan Kasai - Gray Monkey

Amane's father.

Is the owners of Fruit Parlor KASAI.

Shuichi Kasai - Black Monkey

Amane's mother.

Is the owners of Fruit Parlor KASAI.

Mitsuki Kasai - Gray Monkey

Yuan's twin brother and Amane's older brother.

He works at Fruit Parlor KASAI.

Yuan Kasai - Black Monkey

Mitsuki's twin brother and Amane's older brother.

He is a black belt karate athlete and also works at Fruit Parlor KASAI.

Supporting People:

Takumi Shinada/Black Pepper - Brown Jaguar/Silver Jaguar

Nagomi Yui's childhood friend.

He is a third-year student at Shinsen Middle School.

His family owns a guest house called Fuku-An.

His alter ego is the Cook Fighter, Black Pepper, also nicknamed BlaPe by the Cures.

He has a crush on Yui.

Monpei Shinada - Black Jaguar

Takumi's father, and one of Ginger's students.

He is currently on a fishing trip with Yui's father.

An Shinada - Golden Brown Leopard

Takumi's mother.

She works at Nagomi Diner, and owns the guest house, Fuku-An.

Todoroki - Gray Siberian Husky

He is the Fuwa family's butler.

On CureSta, he goes by the username of Solomogu.

Wakana Tamaki - Zebra

A second-year female student and also Yui's friend from Shinsen Middle School's soccer club.

She is athletic and deligent, but also caring.

Iroha Endo - Light Brown Komodo Dragon

A second-year female student from Yui, Kokone and Ran's class in Shinsen Middle School.

Risa Takada - Dark Blue Springer Spaniel

A second-year female student from Yui, Kokone and Ran's class in Shinsen Middle School.

Ena Nagase - Magenta Fennec Fox

A second-year female student from Yui, Kokone and Ran's class in Shinsen Middle School.

Moe Yamakura - Black Lemur

A third-year female student and the the vice president of the Shinsen Middle School student council.

Back when she couldn't do well in a piano competition, she was emotionally crushed until Amane told her not to overthink and gave her fruit punch to cheer her up.

Matasaburo Asai - Gray Ferret

Is an old friend of Yone prior to Yone's passing, and was also acquainted with Rosemary's master, Ginger.

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