#what is flans even doing

[moiraimyths]

Before we call anon rude because let’s see it from their perspective, imagine getting an entire feast to eat. That can be pretty hard to start with so much that’s going on, but if they start with one thing they know they’ll like (aka one character they like) that can be the start for them leaping to other characters to finish the story and the bigger story. I struggle the same way to start book series if I don’t have at least one character that drives me to read it, it’s all about what can be the hook to push them through. Sounds like the anon is neurodivergent (just a guess) so they might genuinely not see it as rude and see it as a solution to even play the game to start with.

Btw absolutely adore the game, the complex and rich characters making them all so unique is amazing. The art is so pleasing to the eyes I love it!! I’m waiting for it all to get out at once so I don’t get too impatient. Shae however interests me the most, which routes will have the most lore for them? Will there be routes that give more lore in general based on decisions you make or do they all share the same amount? (I mean general lore not just Shae lore)

Apologies; we are not trying to accuse any asker of being rude! We are simply explaining our perspective as the developers / are trying to broadly encourage folks to dip their toes into other areas of the story outside of the main route(s) they're interested in, especially considering some routes will be made available sooner than others, and these other routes will likely contain additional scenes/lore of everyone's fave(s) regardless! We want to give each main cast member an equal amount of love (and lore) regardless of their overall popularity, so our goal is not to tut-tut anyone for having strong preferences for one character over the others, but rather to explain that you may be surprised by how much *more* you learn about your preferred characters in the other routes. That's all!

For Shae... Well, they were a foot soldier for one of the worst periods of the War. Lore wise, any other story that touches on the War will likely have content relevant to them and their experiences. ^^

[sysig]

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[himasntgod]

PLEASEEEE platonic Malleus x reader where he just judges your taste in men

Basically calling u out bc *gasp* you like THEM?!

If I could REALLY ask about who are THEM pls pls PLS make them Ace, Riddle, Leona, Vil and Kalim (I'm a slut okay)

Malleus and Reader

Where he complains about the boys you like

How would Malleus complain when you told him about the boy you like?

With Ace, Riddle, Leona, Vil and Kalim.

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SECOND PART HERE

I BUSTED MY ASS WRITING THIS. PLEASE, SOMEONE MAKE A REQUEST WITH OTHER CHARACTERS. I’M DOWN TO DO ALL OF NRC.

"I think Ace is kinda cute, actually.” Malleus, blinking slowly: “…You think who is what?”

He turns his head toward you like he’s just spotted a crack in the very fabric of reality. There’s silence. You swear the air gets colder.

“Ace Trappola. The one who argued with Professor Trein over homework formatting. The one who once attempted to cheat on a pop quiz and still failed. The one who slapped Rosehearts's face. That Ace Trappola?”

You nod.

“You are aware that, last week, he mooned the enchanted armor in the hall and declared it ‘a win for man over machine,’ correct?”

“Okay but—”

“And this is the person you've found appealing.”

He stares ahead, hands folded behind his back, voice unnervingly calm

“He treats life as a game he does not know the rules to, nor does he care to learn them. He teases you daily, refers to you as ‘bro’ and once called you ‘mid.’ And this endeared him to you?”

“...Maybe?? He’s fun! And kinda smart—when he wants to be.”

Malleus places a hand over his heart.

“You must never let Lilia hear of this. He will not survive it.”

Malleus Draconia does not approve!

“I think Riddle’s really admirable. I like him, Like, he’s passionate and smart and—”

"Interesting."

Malleus, 0.02 seconds later: "Concerning, but interesting."

He tilts his head like an owl and stares directly into your soul.

“You speak of someone who nearly sentenced you to public decapitation for wearing the wrong socks.”

“That was a month ago! He’s mellowed out—”

“The same Riddle who recites bylaws at breakfast? Who lectures you for yawning during study hall, claiming it disrespects the sanctity of ‘scholarly hour’?”

“Okay, yes, but he’s also really driven. Like, I respect his work ethic—”

“He once corrected Silver’s grammar in the middle of a fire drill. The building was actively burning.”

You open your mouth. Close it again.

“You are attracted to a man whose idea of romance is likely organizing your schedule to the minute and berating you lovingly when you are sixty-two seconds late.”

He sighs, deeply, as if bearing the weight of your poor judgment alone.

“...You deserve flowers. Not spreadsheets.”

Malleus Draconia does not approve!

“I dunno, I think Kalim’s kind of sweet…”

“Sweet?” he echoes, tone vaguely offended. “You once nearly perished because he brought exploding fireworks into a dining hall.”

“But he apologized! And then he bought everyone cake!”

“He bought seventy cakes. Half of which were flan. You were comatose from sugar consumption for two days.”

"He meant well!! He just wanted people to be happy!”

Malleus pinches the bridge of his nose like you’ve just announced your intent to marry a hurricane.

“He does not understand the concept of ‘danger,’ nor ‘budget.’ Nor the line between ‘generosity’ and ‘bankruptcy." Even if he's rich.’”

He looks at you very seriously.

“If you confessed your feelings to him, he would likely throw a parade. During a thunderstorm. On carpeted floors. With live tigers.”

"That sounds kinda romantic though.”

“That sounds like a liability.”

He sighs, turning his face to the heavens as though begging some greater power for strength.

“It is not love, it is survival. You are enamored with chaos dressed in gold.”

Malleus Draconia does not approve!

"I think Leona’s really… alluring.”

“Ah.”

Malleus, slowly turning to face you.

“You enjoy being insulted, then.”

“What—no?! I mean, he’s confident! And smart! And he has that whole… brooding bad boy vibe—”

Malleus raises one elegant brow, his tone somehow both dry and royally disappointed.

“You are referring to the man who skipped an entire midterm because he was ‘emotionally allergic to mornings.’”

“He just needs someone to believe in him, y’know?”

“Believe in him? He kicked you off a sand dune because he ‘felt like it.’ He naps in alchemy. He once said, and I quote: ‘If it looks like effort, I’m not doing it.’”

“He’s just… misunderstood!”

“He is perfectly understood. He is chaos made of ego and nap schedules.”

“You would become his favorite pillow, his errand assistant, and—if you are lucky—his designated ‘person he smirks at when bored.’”

He puts a hand on your shoulder, face solemn.

“You do not need a man with a superiority complex. You need one who knows the day of the week.”

Malleus Draconia does not approve!

“Okay but… Vil is gorgeous. Like. Undeniably.”

“And tyrannical.”

“He’s disciplined! He has standards!”

“He once threatened to replace your entire wardrobe because your color palette was ‘offensively autumn.’ You were wearing beige.”

“He just wants me to shine!”

“He wants you to be a doll. A well-dressed, properly postured, kale-eating doll who never slouches and only drinks water with lemon slices.”

“And you think that’s bad?”

“I think if you gained three pounds he’d try to ban sodium from your life.”

Malleus looks at you like you’ve brought home a sentient blender and called it your soulmate.

“You would never have peace. Only toning creams and judgment. He once insulted Lilia’s eyeliner.”

“Okay but—he’s driven and elegant and talented and—”

“And ruthless, dramatic, and convinced that only he knows what beauty is. If you had a bad skin day, he’d schedule an intervention. With a PowerPoint.”

He exhales, softly. Almost kindly.

“You are lovely as you are. Do not let him convince you that loveliness must be earned.”

Malleus Draconia does not approve!

[the-flaneur]

dearest darling flan would you ever consider writing for lewis 😔 i do not see nearly enough fics to justify js how attractive he is and it pains me

dont go insane (lh44)

pairing: lewis hamilton x driver!reader, platonic grid x reader

summary: when george invites some of the drivers over for a drunken presentation night, what better topic to present than your speciality? lewis' di-...outfits

warnings: suggestive mentions

wc: 1243

a/n: your wish is my command 😉 may have deviated a little bit, but dont worry i have many more fics lined up for this very attractive man

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“ok ok everybody, thank you for joining us for the very first annual driver’s presentation night, hosted by yours truly, george russell. a connoisseur of powerpoint presentations, if i do say so myself,” george grinned.

the driver’s spare meeting room, which had been earlier crammed with spinning wheelie chairs and long white desks, had been replaced with the comfort of some old beanbags and blankets, as you, max, george, lando, oscar, charles, and alex settled in for a very long evening. as the last words left george's lips, a round of uncoordinated cheers erupted from the drunken audience. max let out an especially loud whoop before nearly faceplanting into a beanbag. 

"you're all welcome," he said with exaggerated politeness. "now then, without further ado, let's dive right into our first presentation of the evening!"

he gestured grandly towards you, nearly losing his balance in the process. "everyone, please welcome the one the only, the illustrious and femioone-feminonnena…blimey…” he cackled, tossing you the screen remote, “oh you know who it is…y/n! welcome yourself up to the stage,” 

"thank you, georgie poo. and hello everyone, i'm very very happy to be here tonight to present a special look back at the goat’s fashion choices. i would’ve rather regaled you with tales of his other…talents, but george made me promise to keep it pg, cause there are children here,” you giggled in front of all your friends, with a pointed look at lando and oscar, who seem to look mildly offended.

“obviously as the stunning wife of formula 1's golden boy himself," you continued, clicking onto the first slide, which showed you and lewis posed together for his recent dior collection, the boys hooting and hollering appreciatively, “i am the best and the only person able to give such a presentation, so make sure you’re listening,”

more applause and whistling followed as you clicked through to the first slide of lewis from the 2024 met gala, “of course, we gotta start off with a newfound lewis hamilton classic, the 2024 met gala. simple, classy, a great message and followed the theme, unlike so many others,” you rolled your eyes at the last bit, as the boys laughed.

“i can’t believe he disses my fashion sense, when his older met gala looks are questionable,” charles groans, swiping to show the group a photo pulled up on his phone. you sigh when you see lewis’ zig zag suit from 2019; definitely not camp enough for you or 2024 lewis.

“hey cut the man some slack,” alex laughs, seeing your pouting face, as you continue to click through the slides showcasing his various looks. the room continues to fill with laughter and playful jabs both at your commentary and the well-meaning yet snarky comments from the other drivers.

on the seventh slide, a photo of lewis in a see-through mesh top from the early 2021 season appeared on the screen, which definitely caught the drivers’ eyes. his chiseled features were highlighted with the bright backdrop, and the material of the shirt definitely emphasised his broad shoulders and toned physique. as well as the absolutely sinful tattoos criss-crossing his biceps, yummy…

"he looked absolutely dashing here, didn't he?" you purred, voice dripping with admiration. pausing the presentation, you let the image linger on the screen as you continued, "and trust me, he cleaned up even better in private that night..."

the room erupted in good-natured eye-rolls and chuckles at your suggestive remark. lando, never one to miss an opportunity, quipped, "well, we all knew lew was a total “stud”,"

oscar snorted, "yeah, until he decides to show up to the races in a black shirt and pants with hummingbirds on it," the others groaned in agreement, recalling lewis' infamous (amongst the drivers) outfit choice from several years prior. you laughed, unfazed by the teasing, "okay, okay, i get it. but this look right here? classic lewis - sophisticated, stylish, and undeniably sexy,” pointing once again to another showstopper lewis look.

you continued to advance the slideshow to the next image, another candid shot of you and lewis leaving a glamorous red-carpet event hand-in-hand. george leaned in to whisper something to alex, both of them grinning mischievously. 

george, still smitten with his own awaiting powerpoint prowess, decided to inject some competitiveness into the situation. "alright, let's not forget why we're really here, shall we? fashion, schmashion - who still really wants to hear more about y/n's insightful analysis of lewis's wardrobe choices?"

the room erupted in laughter, as you shot george a stern look, "hey now, my presentation is far more interesting than your mediocre slide designs, george!"

undeterred, george retorted, "oh yeah?” 

your face grew warm at the snide remark, but a spark of competitiveness ignited in your eyes. "oh, i think i can handle whatever you throw my way, george! don’t mess with the best," with a dramatic flourish, you clicked the remote to advance the slideshow featuring a collage of george's most...questionable outfits from past casual outings events. the drivers gasped in unison, their jaws dropping at the sight of george sporting everything from neon-colored blazers to patterned socks that clashed with his trousers. even the most tame of them were at least questionable to the discerning eye.

max let out a low whistle, while lando and oscar burst into uncontrollable laughter. with a sly grin, you continued, “i wouldn’t get ahead with the insult boys…george ain’t the only one who needs to pay for fashion crimes,”

"let's start with you, maxie," you sighed, pulling up one singular image on the presentation, the red bull racing suit, “unfortunately, your one fashion weakness is that you have no variety. did you know out of almost all the media pictures people get of you, it’s like a 1 in 500 to get one of you not in your suit, let alone anything fashionably interesting. you really need to convince pr to dress you in something else. how else am i supposed to critique you?" you humph.

max held up his hands in mock defense, laughing along with the others. "clearly, it was a stroke of genius."

as your merciless fashion critiques continued, the room descended into a fit of giggles and playful jabs. even george couldn't help but crack a smile, impressed by your preparations. lando shouted as you ripped his metaphorical fashion career away from him, "you know, if you're going to tear us apart like this, maybe we should just let you design our outfits from now on."

"oh, i think i've got enough on my plate with being mrs. hamilton already. besides, i have a feeling everyone might object to me dressing up the entire f1 grid in matching juicy couture tracksuits." the group erupted in laughter once more, and max raised his glass in a toast.

"to y/n, the only person in this room brave enough to call us out on our questionable fashion choices," max declared, his voice laced with humor and appreciation, "may her sharp tongue and keen eye for style forever keep us in check," the others echoed the toast, clinking their glasses together.

“but don’t worry i’ve saved an absolute treat for last,” you giggled, clicking towards the next slide, and the drivers, not for the first time tonight, were speechless.

there, plastered across the screen was a very…tasteful selection of lewis’ best pics. and the title: best clothes = no clothes.

being mrs hamilton was so much fun ;)

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[hey-itsdollie]

Hello, how are you, beautiful, could you make a story like those of Blue Lock? For example, Barou, Kaiser, Bachira, Nagi, Reo, Sae, Shidou about how his girlfriend makes pastry as a hobby and knows how to do all that and Barou's girlfriend makes his favorite flans for him and his sisters some small heart-shaped cakes with vanilla buttercream and halved fruit inside. Drink some water and love yourself.

You got some flour on your face

I'm good ty! Hru<3

‧₊˚ ┊ Blue Lock boys with s/o that cooks/bakes!

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » barou. kaiser. bachira. nagi. reo. sae. shidou.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, female reader, might be a lil suggestive, use of pet names, established relationships!, aged up!

Part 1 -u are here!-, Part 2

── .✦ Shoei Barou

Barou sighed, his movement slightly sluggish as he walked through the threshold of the front door. His body revealed his exhausted state after spending hours at the gym.

Right as he walked inside his family home, he was met with a familiar smell. His mouth watering slightly until he saw his two younger sisters run to him. Their faces covered in what he could only guess was cooking flour.

“Woah did you two get into?” He questioned, his eyebrows raising while he crouched down to their level.

All Barou got in response was a few giggles before the two girls dragged him to the kitchen. The smell of the dish he knew grew stronger. “Girls I told you to go clean up-” You stopped speaking once you turned around and saw your boyfriend.

His eyes trailing over your figure as the apron you wore was a mess, your face matching the toddlers’ as it also had flour stranded about. “You seem to need to clean up as well.” Barou scoffed, making you smile slightly embarrassed.

“Right. Let’s go girls.” You smile gently taking the girls to go get cleaned up. Shortly coming back out as the girls had gone up to their room to play with their toys.

You came back to see Barou cleaning the kitchen, “Hey, I can do that.” you call walking up to him, placing your clean hand on his.

Barou scoffed, “I can clean. What did you three even make to cause this mess?”

You smiled and went to the otherside of the kitchen and grabbed a wrapped plate, bringing it to him to show him. Barou’s eyes softened at the sight, “Flans?” he questioned taking the plate from you.

“Mhm! Sorry for the mess I was going to clean up.” You say apologetically as he grabbed a utensil and cut into the food.

“Don’t apologize…” He muttered while eating the pastry. You grin noticing how he was quite enjoying the food. Quickly beginning to finish what he started as you grabbed a wet rag to wipe the counter.

── .✦ Michael Kaiser

You hum softly, it was around 9pm as your boyfriend was in the study, reading in his recliner. You on the other hand were in the kitchen deciding to make a small dessert for the two of you.

Kaiser had no idea what you were doing and decided to come and check it out. His curiosity getting the best of him.

He walked in wearing one of his silky robes, reading glasses perched on his nose as he gazed at you. His body leaning against the kitchen counter, watching you with interest. The two of you barely ordered out–only going out if it was for dates or you two weren’t somewhere that you could cook.

Even though he often tried to get you to just be a housewife, you denied his offerings. You enjoyed cooking–especially baking–leading to you working at a bakery in the city.

“What are you making Liebe?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, the smell of cinnamon becoming apparent. You turned slightly startled, “Just a small treat.” You hum grabbing what you made and going to him to show him.

“Open your mouth.” Kaiser parted his lips, doing as told. You placed a cinnamon bread crust into his mouth smiling from ear to ear.

Kaiser ate the sweet treat, humming in content. He snaked his arms around your waist, “another.” Kaiser simply ordered making you laugh softly, reaching for the plate and grabbing another piece of crust.

“So needy~” You tease, making Kaiser groan. “How can I not be when my girl makes me delicious foods?”

── .✦ Meguru Bachira

You groan as your boyfriend smeared more frosting on your face. Both of your faces mimicked iced cupcakes. “Seriously Meguru?” You stared at the brunette who was just smiling at you, in a fencing stance, as if you two were battling with the spatulas.

“Come on, let's dance!” He cackled prancing from one spot to another, one arm behind his back. “No way, we’re just gonna make a bigger mess.”

Your boyfriend grinned, “What if I’m into that?” He teased making your face redden. “Enough, help me clean up.”

Bachira whined, setting the spatula down, “You’re no fun birdie.”

You rolled your eyes as your boyfriend sat on the counter pouting. “You’re such a baby.” You laughed, grabbing one of the finished cupcakes and bringing it up to his lips. Bachira turned away stubbornly, closing his eyes and lifting his nose in the air.

“Oh, come on Megs!” You laughed as he shook his head. You glared at him, before getting an idea. Leaning up and kissing his lips knowing he would never refuse a kiss. Bachira turned back to you with a small whine as you pulled away and raised the treat in front of him instead.

“You’re lucky cupcakes are as sweet as your kisses.” He scoffed eating the cupcake. You laughed at his cheesy words, “Not my fault you’re needy.”

“Erm actually it kinda is.” He spoke goofily, raising his pointer finger in the air. “You’re so weird.” You laugh, raising a napkin to his lips and wiping his face clean. “You love it.”

── .✦ Seishiro Nagi

Nagi was sitting at his gaming desk, his head phones covering both ears as he clicked on his mouse lazilly. His eyes rolling across the screen as he defeated enemies with ease.

The smell of pastries bled into the room distracting him slightly before he shook his head and focused back on his game. Shortly after you walked into his room with a plate of cookies and a glass of cold milk. Placing the dish carefully on his table without spilling anything.

Taking notice of your figure, Nagi slipped one headphone off and turned to you. His gaze drifted from you and the cookies. Pushing his chair back inviting you onto his lap.

You laughed as he just stared at you, using his eyes to express what he wanted instead of speaking. You moved and climbed onto his lap as he placed his hands on your thighs. Looking up at you, completely pleased that you listened to him.

Reaching over you grabbed a cookie and brought it to his lips.

Nagi parted his lips and took a bite humming in pleasure. “More…”

You laughed again and brought the treat to his lips, watching him take another bite. Humming softly while nuzzling his face into your chest. You cleaned your hands off and ran them through his messy white hair.

“Sei, what about your game?” you murmured softly, knowing there was a high chance he was already napping. “Mmm… it can wait–too comfy…”

You sigh your hands playing with the baby hairs at the bottom of his nape. Closing your eyes peacefully, as you listen to Nagi’s soft breaths.

── .✦ Reo Mikage

Reo watched you bend over checking the pastries in the oven. For a while he often tried to get you to not bother with cooking or baking, saying it was the cooks job to cook whatever you wished for them to cook.

But not he didn’t even try, partly because now that the two of you lived together you made him let the cook go, wanting to cook for the two of you yourself.

“What are ya baking, precious?” the male questioned cooly, sitting at the kitchen island. You glanced behind him, flour covering part of your cheek as you smiled brightly. “Blueberry tarts!” You answer excitedly.

Reo laughed knowing how much you loved blueberries (projecting–i apologize if you hate them or are allergic!). His eyes soften at the sight of your excitement.

“What’s with that look?” You laugh going up to him as he moves one arm around your waist and the other comes up to wipe the baking ingredient off your skin. You blushed softly not realizing the mess you made of yourself.

“Oh, thank you Reo.” You say softly as he nodded, leaning in to kiss you slowly. You melted into the kiss, your boyfriend pulled you closer wishing to deepen the kiss yet the kitchen timer interrupted.

You pulled away ignoring the whines from your boyfriend. “Sorry…” You quickly whispered before moving back to the oven and taking the delicious smelling pastries out.

“Ah they came out perfectly Reo!” You stated excitedly. Reo came up from behind you and grabbed one of the fresh pastries making you gasp since they were still hot.

“Reo you could burn yourself wait!” The male shushed you and took a bite from the dessert, humming in content. “It’s delicious, precious. You could start a business.”

── .✦ Sae Itoshi

Sae walked through the threshold of your shared home, his eyes looking for you, his wife. Only to smell something quite familiar coming from the kitchen.

After setting his bag aside Sae walked into the kitchen noticing you getting a dish together. “Blossom?” He spoke, catching your attention. He was greeted with a soft smile, “Welcome home Sae.”

He walked over placing his hands on your rounded stomach greeting his little one as he placed a kiss on your lips.

“So what’s got you working so hard? You know the doctor told you to start resting more.” He muttered glancing at what you were making. His eyes widening, “Is that?”

“Yup! I finally found a good recipe and wanted to surprise you with it.” You say softly knowing he would bring up the fact you needed to rest. You were carrying his child after all.

The dish you made was Crema catalana, a dessert Sae had back in spain. He kissed your forehead, knowing you meant well. “Thank you Blossom, finish up and go rest please.”

You laughed nodding in understanding, “I will, how about while I do that you go change and clean up.”

Sae hummed and pulled away leaving the kitchen to go to the bathroom, you shortly heard the shower turn on as you placed the finishing touches on the dessert.

It wasn’t long before the red-haired male strolled out of the bedroom, coming back to the kitchen where you still were. He took a bite out of the dish and nodded. “This is an amazing, blossom. You did so well.” He praised cupping the side of your face.

── .✦ Ryusei Shidou

After hours of listening to you beat something in the kitchen, you strolled into the bedroom like an angel. Shidou stared at you with a grin already knowing that you were finished with whatever you were doing.

“You done already?” Shidou questioned jumping out of bed and racing to the kitchen making you laugh at his excitement.

Shidou spotted a stack of macarons on a plate. “Ooo, what flavors did you make this time?” He questioned since you made these pastries quite often. You sat on the counter swinging your legs, “Raspberry and chocolate.” You answered as he took a bite out of a raspberry one.

He moaned in delight, “Think I just came-” “Ryu!” You scoff at his inappropriate claim. Shidou rolled his eyes, mumbling about how he was telling the truth before taking another bite.

He raised a chocolate flavor to your lips as you bite into the treat. “Mm I think this is my best batch yet.” You grinned while taking another bite.

The male nodded, moving the plate closer to you as the two of you continued to munch on the macarons.

“I don’t know doll, the cherry flavored ones you made last month were so fucking good.” He replied imputing his opinion on the matter. You nodded, not being able to deny his words.

“You’re right, but the blueberry ones were also really good.” Shidou rolled his eyes, “You need to make more please!” With a laugh you agreed, promising to make more tomorrow.

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The Keys Of Heaven [Chapter 7: I Look Forward To The Resurrection]

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Series summary: Three years ago, Father Aemond Targaryen performed a miracle. Now he is a cardinal, a media sensation, and a frontrunner to be elected pope. You are a nun who has been brought to Vatican City to assist with the papal conclave. But when your paths cross by happenstance, you must both reckon with your decision to join the Catholic Church…and what you want from the future.

Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ readers only), references to abuse and violence, volcanoes, bodily injury, death, peril, scheming, pining, some drugs/alcohol/smoking, Catholic trivia you never asked to learn, kangaroos!

Word count: 4.8k

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“What happened last night?” Rhaena asks.

You are standing in front of the mirror and affixing your veil with pins. At home in Sydney, your convent has long since done away with habits and veils. When you and Rhaena board your transcontinental flight, you’ll be dressed in ordinary jumpers and skirts and runners, and no one will know you’re nuns unless you choose to tell them. You think as you stare at your reflection, a woman you do not recognize: I’ll wear it today, and I’ll wear it tomorrow. And then I’ll never wear it again. “What do you mean?”

“I waited up for you,” Rhaena says, smiling uncertainly. “Or…I tried to. I made it twenty minutes, maybe.”

“You must have been exhausted.”

“Deadset, mate. I was flat out like a lizard drinking yesterday.” She tilts her head to the side, still smiling but increasingly puzzled. “And then you didn’t wake me when you came back, so I must have been knocked out for a while by then, you know I’m a light sleeper. What took so long?”

“Well…” You pretend to be adjusting your veil as you summon the most cavalier version of yourself. “I changed Aemo’s sheets, and then he needed some more shampoo and conditioner so I ran to fetch that, and then I bumped into Cardinal Almazan in the kitchenette and had a nice long yarn with him while he made leche flan. He said we could have some, it should be in the refrigerator. Should we go cut ourselves pieces?”

“Cardinal Targaryen,” Rhaena corrects.

You blink at her, not knowing what she means. “What?”

“Cardinal Targaryen, not Aemo. Not your friend from the beach. He’s going to be the pope soon, you’ll have to get out of the habit of acting so familiar with him.”

You are a little bewildered. It’s a catastrophically sad thought. “Well, he’ll still be the same person. Part of him will always be that boy from the beach.”

But Rhaena shakes her head. “The pope must be the Holy Father to all, which means he can’t be close friends with some nun, not even if that nun is you. No one who holds the Keys of Heaven has the luxury of being normal. And Cardinal Targaryen will be even higher above the rest of us than the last pope, because everybody knows God works miracles through him.”

You see Aemond vanishing through the doorway and into the humid nightscape of Sydney, indigo and stars and streetlights; you hear the vague disembodied echoes of a song you can’t remember. “Right,” you answer numbly.

“Come on, Mum,” Rhaena says, smiling and smoothing your white veil. “Let’s have a go at that leche flan, yeah?”

~~~~~~~~~~

You frown down at the fish pond, the sky above grey and the breeze chilly as it rocks through the laurel hedges and the stone pines and the lemon trees. There in the dark rippling water is your newest victim, a small white koi with a long wisp of a tail like an angel’s wing. It stares inanely up at you with glassy black eyes, seeing nothing now or ever again, bobbing limply on the gentle currents stirred by the trickling of the fountain in the center of the pond.

You mutter, shaking your head, confounded: “Fucking hell, what is going on?”

“You’re overfeeding them,” a loud man’s voice says, and you whirl to him. He has startled you, though not on purpose. Kazi is puffing on his vape; he uses it to gesture to the cold grey sky. “It’s not warm enough for them to need a lot of food, just a few pellets each. You’re giving them too much, so the extra breaks down and leeches the oxygen out of the water, and then they suffocate to death.”

“Oh, that’s horrible!” you cry, closing the plastic container of fish food in your grasp. “Why didn’t you tell me before? You saw me feeding them.”

Kazi smirks and shrugs, his salt-and-pepper hair ruffled by the wind, his short beard getting untidy. Perhaps he forgot his trimmer at home in Poland. “I didn’t want to embarrass you when there were other people out here. And then I kind of forgot about it. It’s been an eventful week, you know.”

“It has been,” you agree. You peer down into the pond again, repentant. You’ll have to take the white koi out and bury it with the others. “Sorry, little mates.”

Kazi grins. “You’re not very good at this nun thing, huh?”

And suddenly, you know: I’m going to leave. After a moment, you smile back, wide and radiant and warm. “No. I reckon I’m not.”

Kazi holds up his vape, white and red like the flag of his country, half like your habit, half like the cassock of a cardinal. “Would you like a hit, Sister? It’s butterscotch flavored.”

“Yeah nah, I don’t smoke. Thanks though.”

“You should reconsider,” Kazi says. “You might need something to take the edge off tomorrow.” Then he saunters off towards the Domus Sanctae Marthae, where brekkie is about to be served.

~~~~~~~~~~

In the dining hall, you pick up plates of Roman maritozzi and apple crostata and bring them to the tables of chattering cardinals, making the most of their last day of deliberation before the voting resumes. The topic of conversation you overhear most frequently is their travel plans to return home; everyone knows the conclave will soon be over. They miss their friends back in their parishes, their flocks of believers, their communities, their traditions, their gardens, their charity projects, their pets.

Cardinal Gideon Saati is telling his table how each December he bakes thousands of Sudanese kahk for local schools and orphanages. Cardinal Jacob Green is explaining how he arranges for Iranian Catholics to celebrate Christmas safely in secret. The dean Cardinal Seaborn, palpably relieved to be nearing the finish line, is floating around the room beaming and resting his hands on shoulders, saying how thankful he is that they’ll all get to be home for the holidays. For a while there, he wasn’t so sure it would turn out that way.

Home, you think wistfully, and for the first time in fifteen years that doesn’t feel like the convent.

You serve Aemond’s table, but he doesn’t say anything to you. He is conversing with Cardinal Valentino Parmigiano of Italy, who has a lot to say about prison ministry, especially concerning inmates connected to the mafia. Aemond listens, looking very tired. You keep trying to catch his eye. He keeps evading you, like he wasn’t inside you last night, like you aren’t bound together by something that is at once forbidden and corporeal and holy. And you are reminded of a homily you once heard about how the sin of sloth is not just laziness but a failure to do what is necessary, what is right; it is an alienation from God’s love and the spiritual conviction that comes with it.

“Thank you so much, Sister,” Lando says when you pass him his plate, and Kazi and Cam smile at you, and even Lucky gives you a quick nod in greeting. He has no reason to resent you now. He has won; Aemond will be the next pope, and nothing you could give him would ever be enough to change that.

Across the dining hall, Cardinal Jahoda and the occupants of his table are listless, not because they’ve lost but because Aemond has won, and he is young and revered and invincible, and he will steer the course of the Faith for the next half a century, long after they are all in their graves. Cardinal Ferrari is morosely nibbling at a maritozzi, sprinkled with powdered sugar and filled with whipped cream. Cardinal Auclair looks up from his slice of apple crostata just long enough to glare at you. You wonder what gifts he will bring his clandestine family for Christmas: toys for the children, perhaps a gold necklace for the woman who should have been his wife.

When brekkie is over and the cardinals are leaving in a red river to convene their final meetings, you find Lando still at his table gathering up the plates and glasses and silverware so they are easier for the nuns to collect. Sister Helvi playfully scolds him for this. Lando cannot be dissuaded.

You go to help him, and when Sister Helvi has skuttled off and you and Lando are alone, you ask: “Lando, did atheists really kill Cardinal Jahoda’s family?”

Lando hesitates. “It was a little more attenuated than that, I think,” he says. “The father was shot in Prague. And then after that, the mother...” He makes an apologetic gesture: What a shame. “Alcoholism or suicide, or both, they’re not always so different, you know? Then he had a brother who set himself on fire to protest authoritarianism in the Eastern Bloc. And Jahoda was the only one left. So did the Soviets murder his entire family? Perhaps not literally. But in a sense, I suppose they did. I think the effect on him was much the same.”

“That’s so awful,” you murmur as you fill your hands with metal silverware that clangs together like archaic instruments of torture.

“People do the best they can, Sister. Very few of us aspire to be villains. Jahoda, and Auclair, and Ferrari...they still remember what the wars did to Europe. They grew up drowning in the aftermath. How can we expect someone like that to know how to breathe clean air? Their experiences and their fears are legitimate. But so too are Aemo’s experiences, and Lucky’s, and Kazi’s, and Cam’s. We must sew this patchwork together somehow. We must endure as the Church always has.”

You don’t know what to say. I don’t think Aemond should be the pope. I know he doesn’t want it for the right reasons. I know I don’t want to leave him behind when I get on that plane.

Lando smiles at you, sad but kind. “I’m always praying for you, Sister.”

“Good. I defo need it.”

He chuckles, and you help each other finish cleaning up, and he doesn’t leave the dining hall until the work is done.

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s after dark, and Aemond is not in the Domus Sanctae Marthae; you know this because you have checked his bedroom, and the kitchenette, and the gym, and even the basement where the nuns do the washing and spiders stare from the corners with their myriad of lidless eyes. He’s not in the gardens either, or in Saint Peter’s Basilica when you traipse through the entire church twice over in your swishing white wool habit and matching runners, passing stone statues of saints that seem to be watching you with cold vexed judgement: You should not be wearing the gown and veil of a bride of Christ. Your passions run in other directions.

“Yeah, yeah, hold your horses,” you mutter with a wave as you pass them. “She’ll be right after tomorrow.” Then you’ll be honest. Then you’ll begin your life over again like Lazarus stumbling out of the tomb still shrouded in his grave clothes, strips of linen hanging from his outstretched arms like flayed skin.

Where is Aemond? Where the bloody hell could he be?

Then you recall the heat of red wax on your cheek and the wine on his tongue when he kissed you for the first time, and you follow that memory to the statue of Saint Andrew, who guards the entrance to the Vatican Grottoes below. He stands holding the X-shaped cross he was crucified on when he went to Greece to spread the gospel there; his blind marble eyes are turned skyward, as if he is gazing up into the dome, stucco, glass windows, mosaics, angels and saints and the faces of the sixteen Holy Fathers interred in the basilica. In a ring around the base, inscribed in Latin in blue letters on a backdrop of gold, are Christ’s words to the first pope: You are Peter and on this rock I will build my church and give you the keys to the Kingdom of Heaven.

You descend into the subterranean maze. And as you try to remember your way to the Clementine Chapel, walking through long corridors with low arched ceilings and florescent lights that are dim and yellow like the pages of old books, you study the paintings and engravings that tell the stories of martyrs, tortured here on earth by blades, flames, arrows, nails, spears, clubs, stones, the hatred of men. Suffering brings us closer to God, the Faith teaches that; and yet perhaps it can also lead us to darker places, the hollows of wounds filled in with pride or wrath or greed or envy, things that leave us hungry no matter how much we’ve devoured.

In the Clementine Chapel, Aemond is gazing at the altar behind which the bones of Saint Peter are buried. You know he’s not praying. He has never prayed, not once in his life; he has only closed his eyes and wished to escape, to climb ever-higher, to touch you as no cardinal ever should. The candles haven’t been lit. The walls and ceiling are coated with gold, setting the air on fire, a glow like the sun but without any warmth.

“I’m leaving whether you are or not,” you say. “But I think you should come with me.”

Aemond turns, a tower of red like the porphyry columns that hold up the altar. His hands are linked behind his back. His voice is sympathetic but immovable. “I can’t go.”

“But you don’t believe in any of this.” You thought you were prepared for his refusal, but you aren’t; already you can feel scalding tears in your eyes, you can feel the grief of losing him all over again, you can see yourself opening up that suitcase to find the seashells you gathered together crushed into dust. “It doesn’t mean anything to you.”

“I don’t know who I am outside of the Church.”

“You’d sort it out,” you insist. “We both would. We could help each other.”

“You’ll be alright. You aren’t like me.”

“Aemo, please listen to—”

“This has been my plan forever,” he says, he hemorrhages, he begs for you to understand. “For as long as I can remember, since, since...” He shakes his head and rakes his fingers through his hair, now blonde, one day grey, one day gone when only his skull is left, interred here with all the other dead Holy Fathers, something between a god and a man. “Since I met you on that beach and you gave me your rosary and I started going to Mass with my mother, since I was twelve years old I have fought to end up here, right here, in Rome, in the Vatican, and every bad thing that ever happened to me could be left behind because I was climbing higher, I was extraordinary, I was going someplace where no one could ever touch me. And I can’t just forget the past twenty-nine years. I can’t start over again. I’m sorry, I wish I could, but I can’t.”

“You don’t think I ever get scared?” you ask, tears flowing down your cheeks like scorching flows of lava. “You don’t think I have moments when I want to wall myself up in the convent and never leave again, not even for a day, not even for an hour, because I know that if I stay there I’ll never be hurt or alone, I’ll be safe until I die in fifty years? Of course I have moments of doubt. Of course I’m fucking scared. But sometimes the right thing to do is scary. You think Christ wasn’t scared when He went to the cross?”

“You’ll be alright out there,” Aemond says again, like he’s trying to convince both of you. “You’re...you’re real, you know? You’re kind, and you’re beautiful, and people will love you.”

“Aemo, you can have the life you want too.”

“In case you haven’t figured this out yet, I’m not a good person. But now I can do good for a lot of people.”

“And what about me?” you ask, your voice fracturing like when Saint Catherine shattered the breaking wheel; but you can’t free yourself from this. You aren’t a saint, you aren’t even a nun anymore; you’re just a woman. “You won’t miss me? You don’t want me?”

“Of course I want you,” Aemond says tenderly, like it’s a bruise that aches when it’s touched. “But my reign will be long, and the future holds so much promise. Every year more people support repealing the celibacy requirement—”

You scoff, astounded. “You’re going to be the pope and have a girlfriend?”

“Things will be possible soon that weren’t before. I’ll make them possible. And to protect my reputation, to preserve the sanctity of the Church...once I am the pope, any controversies will be neatly papered over. They concealed the late Holy Father’s mishandling of abuse allegations. Surely a consensual relationship is less damning.”

“I don’t want to be your secret girlfriend,” you hiss. “I’m not leaving the convent to be anyone’s secret. And you’re insane if you think a modern pope would be able to conceal anything resembling a functional relationship.”

“I would be above suspicion. People think I’m a saint.”

“You’re not even a Catholic.”

“No,” Aemond agrees, flat and cold like marble.

“That’s fraudulent, that’s dishonest—”

“And I am deceitful!” Aemond seethes, striking his own chest, rattling his gold cross on its chain. “I didn’t join the Church because I felt called to it, and I didn’t save those people on Nea Kameni because it was the right thing to do. I saved them because I knew it would get me made a cardinal. And when the earth split open and the lava that should have killed them poured down into the crevice, I let them tell the world it was a miracle.”

“But that’s not why you saved me from the car,” you say. “You didn’t do it to win the election, I know you didn’t. You didn’t have enough time to consider any of that. You were waiting by the gate before the crash ever happened, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to hear it.”

“I saved you because I love you,” Aemond murmurs, almost to himself, peering vacantly at the gold on the wall. In the metallic sheen, his reflection is a vague dark silhouette like a storm cloud or a plume of ash. “And I think maybe I’ve loved you my whole life. We should have never left that beach, but we did. And now we can’t go back.”

“Yes we can, Aemo,” you plead. “You’re flawed, we all are, we’re human. We’ve all sinned. But you’re not a bad person. You don’t have to spend the rest of your life atoning.”

“I abandoned my kid, who does that?!” And now his eye is glistening like the cold ripples of the koi pond. “And if I leave the Church, what the fuck am I supposed to tell him? That I ran away, and that I kept running, and that even when I heard his mother died I never considered reaching out to him so he could have one parent left? So many people have lost children who they loved desperately, and I couldn’t get far enough away from mine.”

“You’ll tell him the truth,” you say. “That you were so young, and hurt and confused and afraid. But that now you want to make things right. And in time, he will forgive you.”

“He won’t. I wouldn’t, if I was him.”

“So you’ll keep hiding forever?” you ask, staggered, heartbroken. “Here in the marble and the gold, buried in relics, clinging to your armor, retelling the same lies over and over, wearing the name of Saint Thomas Aquinas not because of any of his good deeds but because he was what you want to be, famous, legendary, one of the smartest men who’s ever lived?”

“I’ll help people,” Aemond says, echoing the faith of better men: Lucky, Kazi, Cam, Lando. “No one else will be able to do as much as I can.”

“You think you’re the only hope for the Church?! You don’t even believe in the Church!”

“But people believe in me,” Aemond says; and suddenly in his remaining eye, a crystalline blue window to the soul, you can see only the sins that have consumed him: lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, pride.

What happened to that boy from the beach?

You take a step away from him. “I’ll pray for you.”

He lashes out, fangs and venom: “I don’t need your prayers.”

“I’ll pray harder,” you say, tears shimmering on your face, molten red heat replacing the marrow of your bones. “For your conscience. For your soul.”

He severs whatever is left between you—memory and strings and gravity—and storms out of the chapel. You hear his footsteps fade as he flees from the Vatican Grottoes, their ricochets becoming whispers and then nothing at all.

You go to the altar, take a book of matches from a pocket of your white habit, and light the candles there, white and red and half-burned down by the rituals of the nights before. Then, weeping softly in the firelight, you knit your hands together and pray.

~~~~~~~~~~

He is running but getting nowhere, and he is reminded of those years he spent as an anonymous priest on Santorini, dressed in black and with two eyes that hate what they see in the mirror, a coward, a void, something that gorges itself and yet is never satisfied. He doesn’t want to be this way. Why would anybody? If he could choose to be something pure and soft and human, he would. If he could go back to that beach in Sydney, Australia and be twelve years old again, he’d sign his name on the dotted line in his own blood. But who could offer that kind of contract? There’s no such thing as resurrection.

He hears the door open and sees a shadow spill across the white tile floor of the gym, too large to be her, and the way he feels a sinking inside is sickening. He shouldn’t still want to see her; he should let her go, he should want her to be free and happy like a dove loosed from a cage.

Lucky? Kazi? Seaborn?

But no; when Aemond looks to the doorway, who he sees instead is Cardinal Matej Jahoda.

Aemond hits a button on the treadmill, and he slows from a run to a jog to a walk as the belt decelerates until it stops. His grey crewneck and sweatpants—trackies, she would call them, he thinks randomly—are damp with sweat. Salt trickles down his lips until he can taste it; salt stings in his remaining eye, and that is not the only piece of him that’s missing, it’s just the only one people can see. Now he stands motionless on the treadmill, panting with his hands gripping the foam-padded handrails, his right palm still bandaged from where he split it open to save her from the burning car. Beneath the woven cotton and a gloss of antibiotic ointment, his mending flesh is inflamed and throbbing. He popped several of his stitches last night. Aemond isn’t sure what to say to Cardinal Jahoda. He waits for the man, broad and grey-haired and old enough to be his father, to speak instead.

“There are things beyond my understanding,” Jahoda begins at last. His sturdy hands are snarled tightly together, like he doesn’t know what to do with them. His eyes are weary and downcast. He looks helpless, Aemond realizes, and feels an unexpected pang of pity for him. “Part of believing in God means that I surrender to His design, even if it is unfathomable to me.”

“How can I help you, Cardinal Jahoda?”

“You must be tough on Russia and China, and authoritarianism everywhere,” Jahoda says, and his words are commanding but his tone sounds more like a plea, something fragile, something that could easily shatter if left in the wrong hands. “I fear that in the bargains we’ve made to help the Church expand under these regimes, we have allowed ourselves to become the tools of tyrants. We legitimize them, we conceal their misdeeds.”

Aemond steps down from the treadmill, hiding his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants like he is concealing secrets. I have a responsibility to listen to him now. “Is there something specific you’d like to see done?”

“The 2018 agreement between China and the Vatican should be reassessed, and probably annulled. We are just rubber stamping priests that the Communist Party elevates because they don’t threaten the government, and in the process we have abandoned millions of the true faithful operating in secrecy there. Cardinal John Zen of China, a great champion of human rights and political freedom, has spoken to me many times about the harm this agreement has done to genuine Catholics in his country, and to the Church’s commandment to safeguard human life and liberty.”

Your concern for liberty seems at times to be somewhat selective, Cardinal Jahoda, Aemond almost replies. Instead, he makes a peace offering. If he is to be a living saint, he must learn to act like one. And who is the most saintly person he knows? What would Lando say? “I appreciate you bringing your concerns to me directly. I’ll speak to Cardinal Zen myself and look into this matter thoroughly.”

Jahoda bows his head; it’s a small victory, but it offers some consolation nonetheless. “Thank you, Your Eminence.”

“And I’ll have a committee formed to ascertain the path forward. Would you like to be on it?”

Jahoda looks up, startled. It takes him a moment to get his bearings again. “I would be honored, Cardinal Targaryen.”

Aemond smiles faintly. “We have a very long path to walk together, Brother. We must learn to coexist.”

“I know you don’t have to listen to me,” Jahoda says. “I know you don’t have to listen to anyone now. But I ask you...no, I beg you to be cautious in your progressive ambitions. The Church has endured for two thousand years, what other modern institution can claim that? The Japanese imperial family, perhaps. And who else? Scientists are using the Catholic Church as a model upon which to create an ‘atomic priesthood’ to warn future civilizations about the storage locations of nuclear waste, a threat that will exist until our planet is obliterated by the sun in five billion years. We have outlasted the Egyptians and the Greeks and the Romans, the Mongols, the Byzantines, the Ottomans, the global empires of Russia and Britain and Spain. We survived countless wars. We survived the Black Death. We survived the Nazis and the communist revolutions that killed tens of millions of people. And through all of this we preserved countless lives and artefacts and sources of knowledge. We preserved hope in the possibility of a better world. We did not last this long because we are reckless. We must not change faster than the consequences of our actions can be fully considered. If we make a misstep and crumble as all the other ancient empires did, who will fill the void we leave behind?”

Who will implore the great powers to be compassionate? Who will help rebuild after disasters? Who will provide food, shelter, schools, medicine, guidance, fellowship, hope? “I appreciate your love for the Church and your commitment to its continued longevity. I will pray on all of this, and I assure you that I too—as well as the cardinals I have worked so closely with—are guided by only the purest of intentions.”

Jahoda smirks, exhausted, wry. “Intentions are never pure. But we try not to muddy them too much.” He sighs heavily, touching the gold cross that hangs from the chain around his neck as if to give him strength. “I will see you tomorrow, Your Eminence. It will be our last day spent in the Sistine Chapel. I’ll have to remember to take a long look at Michelangelo’s fresco while I still have the chance.”

Cardinal Jahoda gives Aemond a nod of farewell and then leaves the gym, a red column of slow steps and slumped shoulders. Aemond gets back on the treadmill and resumes his running. As he does, his wounded hand begins bleeding again.

I’m not a saint, he thinks, watching the bloom of crimson spread across his bandaged palm as sweat runs down into his eye. I’m just a man.

[bunny-jpeg]

Oh Bunny! I love your writing and while I’m not typically the 5-7 Aston Martin fans the Lance Stroll bug has also gotten to me!

I’d love to order ice cream bars, maple cream pie, flan, and sourdough bread with a side of hard lemonade and pina colada served by Lance Stroll!

bakery menu

the menu is open! after a little break from bakery items, i am happy to get back into doing them! they were fun before and i'm excited to see what has been suggested, so please keep the orders coming! i have grown a soft spot for lance stroll (canadian, eh?), so i'm happy to receive more requests for him. i hope you love this! thank you!!! <3

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine." + maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck." + flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive." + sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you." + hard lemonade: possessive behaviour + pina colada: pregnancy served by lance stroll (formula one)!!

tags: smut/pwp, obsessive!lance, pregnancy, possessive behavior, jealousy, mean!lance,

"you look good in that." lance said as he pressed himself up against your back with his hands at your hips, "and while i love it on you.did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

"you're jealous of liam lawson?" you chuckled, but could feel the tightness in your chest from your lover's words. he pressed into you further.

"i wouldn't say jealous." his hand pushed up your skirt a little, "I just love you so much."

lance was your ideal man. tall, dark and handsome. he had a winner's smile and he loved you just as much as you loved him. expect he could be obsessive as he once told you, "ah, honey, i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive." and in a way, you loved it.

when lance wrapped a strong arm around you and held you close to him while he glared at the rookie, you felt protected. loved.

lance looked at liam and dragged a hand up the side of your thigh that made you shudder and cling to his green team shirt a little tighter. lance winked at liam before he flashed some of the bare skin of your thigh to the other driver. that included some of your panties.

liam could gawk and flirt all he wanted. but you'd always be lance's. the canadian driver kissed your head and you smiled against his chest. even back in the hotel room he kept you close and after you got your heels off, lance had his hand loosely around your throat.

"so pretty, fuck, all eyes on the future mrs. stroll. everyone is jealous, they want you. but you wouldn't leave me, would you?"

"never." you replied.

"i'm going to breed you." his other hand was up your skirt and you felt a shiver of want through you. you swallowed and he said, "make you all mind. hard for lawson to get a feel of you when you're carrying my baby." he bent against you and his jeans rubbed against your behind.

"lance." you shuddered as you felt him up against you, you moaned when he kissed your neck. you knew he was greedy for you.

"maybe you need a necklace." he kissed right at your push, he had fully invaded your space, "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

"i'll always wear your name." you moaned. lance gave you enough room to get onto the bed. by the time you were close enough to the bed, he pushed you face first into the mattresses. your back arched as you pulled your skirt down.

he kissed your back as he pushed the t-shirt off of you. he could almost feel your heartbeat under his lips. he said, "i love you in my colours, but it all looks better on the floor." he chuckled.

he took his t-shirt off and rubbed himself up against you for a moment before he got out of jeans and briefs. your face found home on the soft pillows. you rolled your hips in anticipation. you knew what was to come, you could already feel the heat in your soul and between your legs. you swallowed when lance started to run his mouth.

"you look so good for me. you know exactly who you belong to. where you belong, under me. on your hands and knees like a good girl. fuck, i wish i could take photos of your naked body. rub it into lawson's face. he could never have you." lance groaned before he sank his cock into you.

lance was the jealous type. it was a huge red flag, but it was hard to see red flags when you were face first in the bed. it was hard to be alarmed when he knew exactly how to make you squirm. he wanted you close, he needed you in every was he could get you. he was so possessive he knew he lucked with you. he wanted to keep you close so he could love you for the rest of your days.

he licked his lips, as he thrusted against you. your cunt felt perfect, he it so easily inside of you. where he belonged. you were two pieces of the same puzzle. his heart raced for you as he worked you against his length. his cock hit against all the right areas. the noises made him hungry for you more. his appetite for you couldn't be filled. it was a never ending hungry for you. and that was how he liked it.

he continued to move rapidly, he felt the pleasure bloom in his chest and twist in his gut. he couldn't fully articulate how you made him feel. there were no words in any language that could fully express how he felt about you. he pressed his nose into your neck as he held your hips.

"lance."

"you don't have to worry about anything." he said, "no one will ever have what is mine. you, me and our baby." the thought of it excited him as he continued to thrust against you.

you felt hot all over, the fire in your belly burned. you were at a loss for words, nothing could come to mind as he continued to make a mess of your pretty pussy. his pretty pussy. after all you were his. the sex between you two was hot and heavy. it was bruising in a way that made your toes curl as he continued to fuck you.

you could barely form thoughts let alone words as he battered your sweet, wet cunt. you drooled against the pillows and arched your back to get the perfect angle. to let lance fuck you as deep as he could.

he thrusts were short and rough. it all came down on you, it was the type of moment that had you panting into the bed.

"lance, honey." you whined.

"you look so beautiful with my cock in you. and you'll look beautiful with my child. i know they'll look as beautiful as you." he continued to fuck you. his breathing increased, he could feel the sweat down his strong back.

you felt the pleasurable inferno climb your back, you breathing was heavy. you swore under your breath as you felt close to orgasm.

"my beautiful, girl. all mine." he moaned as he moved you on his cock. he continued to fuck your body until you came around his cock, your voice was tight as you called out his name in the heat of pleasure.

lance only got more aggressive as he moved against you. your noises were short and lance could feel the stammer in your chest as he moved. his breathing was heavy as he gave a few more rough thrusts. he finished inside of you and leaned in to kiss you on your warm back.

"i love you." he said with conviction.

"i love you too." you replied before you found comfort in his arms. he kissed your sweaty skin, promises of the future came from his lips.

-

the gold of the necklace glimmered in the soft afternoon light as you laid in bed with your husband. you became mrs. lance stroll a few months ago. you could see your baby bump in your wedding dress. you were finally lance's at the halfway part of your pregnancy.

you felt his warm touch as he pressed his face up against your bump. while it was hard to nap in such a position, you knew that lance wanted to feel close to you and the baby. your baby.

you played with his dark hair and felt his affection, even without words. his lingering touches were enough for you to know that he loved you. a love that was beyond words.

you were his, all his. now and forever. <3

[shepherds-of-haven]

The Shepherds are having a bake sale! What kind of baked goods are they bringing, and how successful are they at selling?

Blade: he baked "protein bars" and they're just like bricks of smushed granola or nuts or whatever he could get away with grinding up and putting in there. No one would buy these except dedicated fans wanting to impress him lol

Trouble: he made bread!! Just loaves of plain bread. He didn't know how to do it before and learned just for this bake sale and they're actually pretty decent! They'd sell fairly well for a bake sale, no one's writing home about how he's a master baker, but they'll do for your week's groceries!

Tallys: she'd also probably do bread as well, but glazed Elvish braided loaves, some with sweet fillings like nuts and cinnamon and fruit pastes, and some with savory fillings like nutty cheese and herbs! These would be a best-seller!

Shery: she'd make sooo many things: plates of soft amaretto cookies, lemon squares, brownies, cupcakes, big cakes, macarons!!! Basically anything she could feasibly bake in a short amount of time, she'd do it lol! And they'd be the talk of the whole bake sale, she'd probably single-handedly carry the whole sale alone!!!

Riel: he'll... he'll buy some petits fours from some other bakery and sell them at a small profit margin 😭

Chase: he'll be Shery's frontman to help her sell her goods lmao, but I highly doubt he's going to bring anything 😂 (and if he does, I don't know if enough people trust him to buy)

Red: he'd probably put his mind to it and make something simple like bread or gingerbread cookies or something like that! Something unfussy, but they'd taste pretty good! They'd sell about the same as Trouble's stuff!

Ayla: she'd try to make scones and they'd be hard as rocks! Trouble and Chase would call them "Ayla's rockcakes" and probably use them to pelt each other with (with her permission, obviously) and she'd laugh and probably sell them as like the perfect non-winter snowball or something... basically not fit for consumption but more like a novelty or a toy!

Briony: she tried to make cookies, which she was told were easier to make then cakes! She'd try to make them all cute and aesthetic like Shery's, but they'd be a little misshapen and amateur and a bit craggy... She'd sell enough to make her happy, but a lot of it would be because people like and pity her LOL, they'd probably promptly donate what they bought to like a less fortunate neighbor or an undiscerning kid or something!

Lavinet: ...she'd try. poor girl has no frame of reference when it comes to working in the kitchen--surely a flan is the same difficulty level as a cake, no?--so she'd probably end up inadvertently picking something extremely complex because she always thought it looked simple, like a mirror glazed cake or eclairs or something like that, and end up with a horrible claggy gloopy mess! And then she'd cry (privately) and then have a stand selling her fashionable cast-offs or something instead!

Halek: he'd probably be the pie guy because it'd allow him to experiment with a ton of different fillings! Savory meat pies, pot pies, shepherds' pies (ha ha), but also fancy fruit pies, rose apple tarts, maybe even quiches, that sort of thing! He'd be the other best-seller alongside Shery!

Thanks for the fun question!

[kjiscrawlingbackformore]

Peace - Act I : Chapter five

Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

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Summary: Reader comes back to her hometown and transfers to Wiskayok High School after getting expelled from her previous high school. Follows Junior year into Senior year, all the way up to the crash. (Eventual NSFW mdni)

Warnings: None

The score was 1–1, and the varsity team was catching their breath. Jackie shouted adjustments, Coach Martinez scribbled on a whiteboard, and players swigged Gatorade, mud on their socks, and fire in their eyes. But you weren’t in the huddle. You glanced at the time on your watch.

4:03 PM.

Your heart dropped.

Max.

Every Saturday, 4 PM sharp. Just you and your little brother. Your thing. A promise you never broke-no matter what. Because no one else remembered him like you did. And after the mixed media club, after school, after surviving the noise of your aunt’s house, it was the one moment that was just yours.

You slipped around the bleachers, your camera bumping against your hip, and bolted toward the old payphone tucked beside the gym doors. You dug through your jacket pocket for quarters with shaky fingers and fed them in one by one.

The phone rang once. Twice.

“Hello?” came a small, slightly breathless voice.

You closed your eyes in relief. “Max,” she breathed. “You just get out of baseball?”

“Yeah, we had extra innings,” he said, panting a little. “I hit a double. Coach said my swing’s getting better!”

A grin split across onto your face. “Dude, that’s awesome. You’re gonna be the next Ken Griffey.”

“Grandpa says I’m the next Yogi Berra.”

You chuckled. “You don’t even know who that is.”

“Do too!” Max insisted. “He talks weird.”

You leaned against the brick wall, your smile softening. “I miss you.”

“I miss you more. Did you get my letter?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, picturing the letter in your head. “I hung it up. Right above my bed.”

“I added a drawing of me hitting the ball. So you won’t forget what I look like.”

Your breath hitched. “Max…”

He kept going, unaware of the lump forming in your throat. “I even drew the bat and everything. I tried to make it look like the one Grandpa gave me. And I put a little speech bubble that says ‘The Yankees suck!’”

Hearing the Yankees suck, made you roll your eyes. Your grandfather is the biggest Red Sox fan. So naturally, you were all raised to hate the Yankees. You could picture Max wearing a navy Red Sox shirt right now on the other end.

You laughed, shaky. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

“Nooo,” Max groaned. “Don’t cry. Crying is for babies.”

“I’m not crying,” you lied. “I’m just proud of you.”

He went quiet for a beat. “I’m proud of you, too.”

You felt tears sting in your eyes. There was really nothing to be proud of. You weren't anything special, or doing anything special. Yet Max was the only one who really cared about you. Really loved you. For no other reason but to love and care about you. Nothing more than just for being you. Even in his innocent words, they stuck onto you like clay.

“You okay?” Max asked.

You hesitated. “Yeah,” you said. “Just… tired. But I’m okay. You?”

“I’m good. Grandma made flan. I ate three.”

“You’re a monster.”

“It's just REALLY good.” Max insisted with a giggle.

You laughed, breath hitching. “It is pretty good, I guess.”

You hear commotion from the other end of the phone. Your heart sinks, already knowing what's coming. “Okay,” he said reluctantly. “I gotta go. Grandpa wants me to watch this old game he recorded. Call me next Saturday?”

“You know I will,” you said. “Love you.”

“Love you more,” Max chirped and hung up.

You stayed there a second, your fingers still curled around the receiver, your heart aching in that complicated, permanent way it always did after hearing his voice. Willing yourself to calm down. Trying not to let the tears fall. Your hands palmed your eyes, and you took a deep breath.

“Y/n?”

You turned sharply. Lottie. Her curls slightly frizzed from play, hands on her hips, cheeks flushed from the first half. Sweat darkening the edges of her jersey. She looked… softer than usual. Pretty.

“Coach Scott sent me,” she said. “He saw you storm off and thought you were throwing up.”

You forced a smile. “Nope. Just needed to make a call.”

Lottie nodded slowly. She didn’t press, but her eyes scanned your face, softer than they’d been all week.

“You good?” she asked, voice quieter now.

“Yeah,” you said automatically, then paused. “Actually… yeah. I think so.”

Lottie gave her a faint smile. “Then come on. We’ve got a second half to capture.”

You nodded, already jogging alongside her. The camera swung at your hip, the weight familiar. You didn’t say anything else. But Lottie stayed close, and you didn’t mind.

The energy on the field was electric. Cleats tore into the grass, shouts echoed under the lights, and the scoreboard blinked a tense 1–1. The rivalry with the Titans was personal, at least, both teams played like it.

You stood just past the sideline, fingers wrapped tight around your camera, eyes locked on the field. Your conversation with Max still echoed in your chest, but now you were focused. Watching. Framing. Capturing.

And right now, Lottie was everywhere.

She’d come alive in the second half, gliding through defenders with quiet fury, body low, eyes sharp. It was like watching magic. Jackie barked commands up front. Shauna and Tai locked down midfield. Laura Lee and Mari tightened the back. The whole team pulsed with movement.

Then it happened—Lottie intercepted a midfield pass and didn’t hesitate. She tore down the left, a blur of determination, juked one, slipped past another.

“Center! Center!” Jackie shouted.

But Lottie didn’t go to Jackie. She curled the ball around the last defender and sent a perfectly timed cross straight to Natalie on the right wing. Natalie didn’t even trap it, she volleyed it into the net on first touch.

GOAL.

The sideline erupted.

You got it all, Lottie’s wind-up, Natalie’s strike, the net snapping back, Van leaping from goal to scream in celebration. Shutter click. Shutter click. Holy fuck, it was all magic.

2–1, Yellowjackets.

But the game wasn’t over. Minutes later, Lottie, riding the adrenaline, went too hard on defense. A bad angle. A clumsy slide. She clipped the Titans forward from behind. The ref didn’t hesitate.

Whistle. Foul.

You, along with the crowd, groaned. Penalty kick. Lottie stood back, jaw clenched. Jackie swore under her breath. Shauna put her hands on her hips, trying to breathe. Van jogged in place, eyes narrowed at the girl lining up the shot. You could barely breathe. The Titans forward stepped up. Blew out a breath. Ran forward.

BOOM.

A rocket to the left. But Van was already there. A full-body dive. Fingertips. A slap of leather. DENIED. The rebound was cleared by Tai, and the clock ticked down.

Ten. Nine. Eight…

The crowd counted together.

Three. Two. One—Final Whistle.

Yellowjackets win.

Screams. Laughs. Someone tackled Van in joy. Jackie pulled Lottie into a rough hug. Shauna smacked Laure Lee on the back. Even Natalie cracked a grin.

You had the camera to your face the whole time, snapping the exact moment Van’s arms shot in the air, gloves high, triumph written all over her mud-streaked face.

A near-perfect shot.

Coach Martinez and Coach Scott stood near the register, somehow both overwhelmed and beaming. On the way back home, they pulled both Vans into an Ice Cream parlor off the road.

“Order whatever you want,” Coach Martinez said. “You earned it.”

The ice cream parlor was buzzing with post-game energy — laughter bouncing off tiled walls, jerseys sticking to backs, and sneakers squeaking against old tile floors. Coach Martinez had taken over two tables. Coach Scott was arguing with Van about which flavor was the best.

You stood off to the side, eyes scanning the blur of teal jerseys and sugar highs. You weren't sure if you were here as part of the team or just the one who happened to catch them at their best.

“Y/N!”

You turned and just in time to see Lottie approaching, beaming like she hadn’t just nearly gotten carded for nearly cleating someone into the next county. Lottie’s hair was still damp, cheeks flushed with the leftover adrenaline of the win, and in her hand was a double scoop of something pink and neon. “They had bubblegum,” she said, holding it up proudly. “Like the kind I would only get at this weird stand in the mall when I was, like, nine.”

You blinked. “I’ve never had that.”

Lottie paused, blinked, and then shoved the cone toward your face. “Then obviously, now is the time to try it’s goodness.”

You laughed, dodging the melting scoop. “You’re gonna drop it, psycho.”

“I’ll drop it into your hand if you don’t take a bite. Come on,” Lottie leaned in, whispering like it was a secret mission. “It’s basically a rite of passage. You’re one of us now.”

The words hung there, light but full. One of us.

You slowly let yourself smile. And then leaned forward, took a small bite, and winced. “Oh my god, that’s terrible.”

“I know, right?” Lottie was grinning widely now. “That’s why I get it every time. It's so bad that it's literally so good.”

You rolled your eyes, but something loosened in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was the sugar or the soft, persistent way Lottie always seemed to find you. But for the first time in a while, you didn’t feel like you were on the outside of something. You felt… in it.

Fuck maybe you loved soccer now.

[skullsfiction]

what would you like to eat today? just pick something—an appetizer, a main course, or a dessert—and a boy (or multiple) of your choice! would you prefer a shrimp cocktail or teriyaki salmon?

you can choose from the following characters/people: formula one, harry potter, criminal minds, and even stranger things! please let me know who you want me to write about! i do also accept pairing + reader, just be specific!

THE RESTAURANT IS NOW CLOSED

the menu:

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hainanese chicken rice: "i like your...pupils?"

pad thai: "before you say anything about me being at home tonight, i want to remind you that you are too.”

zabaglione: "did you know you talk in your sleep?"

nasi goreng: “since when does your job extend to giving me relationship advice?”

chocolate mousse: "your feet are freezing!"

pho: “you seemed a little off on the phone, so i wanted to make sure you had something nice to come home to.”

kimchi-jjigae: "shit, i forgot to grab an umbrella. i didn't know it was raining"

beef bourguignon: "have you ever been in love?"

macarons: "why are you so jittery?"

flan: "don't worry, i won't tell anyone that my big bad roommate is afraid of a little thunder."

ratatouille: “tell me how you fell in love with me.”

soufflé: “why are you so grumpy all the time?”

quiche lorraine: “you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.”

risotto: “can i sleep in your room tonight? is that weird to ask?”

cacio e pepe: "we'll need to do some serious redecorating if i do move in."

dorayaki: "please don't ask me if i'd still love you if you turned into a zombie."

atayef: “i’d love to stop kissing your neck in public, believe me, but it’s all i can reach!”

banana pudding: "i want to stay and watch those stupid nature documentaries. okay?"

shawarma: “look, i got us matching pool floaties!”

mango sticky rice: “it’s not my fault your boxers are so comfortable. besides, it’s not like anyone’s going to know.”

focaccia: "can we do that again? my eyes were closed."

tiramisu: "i left you a note, did you read it?"

pinakbet: “hey, wait up- your collar’s all crooked, let me fix it.”

mooncakes: "we can't keep meeting like this. someone will find out."

ragù alla bolognese: "what do you mean you've never gone trick-or-treating?!"

churros: "i brought you flowers."

mapo tofu: "i did your taxes."

albondigas: "you...you learned how to cook my favorite food?"

teriyaki salmon: "who needs friends? i have you."

crema catalana: "are you jealous?"

rice pudding: "you sure this looks fine?"

sinigang: "i thought you wanted some space?"

rasgulla: "why are you looking at me like that?"

kofta: "yawning whilst trying to convince me you’re not tired tends to have the opposite effect.”

shrimp cocktail: "you're telling me that you've only had one crush your entire life? that's bullshit. tell me who it is."

empanadas: "you smell good."

paella: "are you always this happy?"

pani puri: "you kissed me! you kissed me, how's that not a big deal?"

brownies: "i'm not sleeping in your bed, it hurts when my legs dangle over the edge, you know?"

chiles en nogada: “can i hold your hand? is that weird to ask?”

baba ghanoush: "I would've moved to the floor but you were using me as a pillow."

tempura: "i'm sorry, babe, are those flashcards?"

biangbiang noodles: “weird way to propose but the answer is yes.”

clam chowder: “you’re sleeping on the floor.”

chicken riggies: "stop jumping in those leaves"

chocolate mousse: ”you look—uh, good. you look good.”

haricots verts with herb butter: "you know you can just say 'no' if you don't want to come with me to the party."

roast duck: “are you okay? you look a little…”

leg of lamb: "why did you pick me of all people to haunt?"

cedar-plank salmon: "put the icing DOWN."

french toast: "you can… drink blood from me if you want."

chocolate cake: "am i too close?"

lemon curd: "laundry day doesn’t mean walking around in your underwear, but for you, i’ll make an exception."

bouillabaisse: "jealous? me? pff. never."

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thank you for participating!! hope you enjoyed <33

[krispycreamcake]

Yui Komori girlfriend hcs ♡♡

🌷- Ok so everyone usually thinks of Yui as timid or generally soft spoken

🌷- Personally I think she's just extremely patient. Obviously the anime does her no justice, but I think she enjoys giving others the room they need to talk

🌷- As a girlfriend, my immediate thoughts are empathetic, caring, thoughtful, etc. I'm sure everyone can agree

🌷- But other than her kind nature, what kind of girlfriend would Yui actually be?

🌷- I imagine her to be someone who sends pictures of stray cats with a wall of text describing their every move and whether the cat likes her or not

🌷- She also seems to be the type of person to enjoy late night visits/calls when she's feeling overwhelmed or maybe just bored

🌷- I picture her to enjoy scrapbooking and insists on walking with her camera everywhere you two go so she can take pictures

🌷- She'd be the type of person to order food at a restaurant after insisting she doesn't want the same dish you got, but then proceeds to steal half your meal

🌷- I feel like she's very financially aware? That's an odd one but I imagine her to call you while you're busy to tell you how the price of milk has raised while shopping and have a half hour long discussion on the cost of milk brands

🌷- She's always the one to get rid of the creepy crawlies, as a matter of fact she insists on not killing it and allowing her to take it outside instead

🌷- She appreciates romantic gestures but might make a joke if it's super corny, like standing outside her window with a stereo, even if it was for shits and giggles

🌷- Has a playlist on your YouTube account for cooking recipes and could not care less when you tell her she has her own phone

🌷- Speaking of phone, she has an Android. SUE ME.

🌷- Likes to take candid photos to make stickers that you both embarrass each other with

🌷- Likes matching profile pictures because then her bio gets to be "matching with ___!"

🌷- Date nights aren't something she expects from you, but eventually notices the pattern and takes a mental note that you both go out for ice cream on Saturday nights

🌷- You both share a charger. Whether it was yours or hers that got lost in the void or dismantled beyond repair by some supernatural force, you both now share a single, barely working charger

🌷- Speaking of sharing, you both each have some kind of clothes from each other that you've adopted as your own. It literally doesn't matter if it's underwear or t-shirts, it's both yours now and no one can expect to be getting them back

🌷- Begs you to make tanghulu with her ever since it became trendy and has a plethora of videos in her camera roll dedicated to you guys just eating food

🌷- She likes physical touch. Your hand could be on her lap or vice versa, or just simply laying next to each other while waiting for a commercial to pass by, she enjoys feeling your body warmth

🌷- You guys almost always have sleepovers like middle school girls where you stay up the entire night talking about dumb topics or giggling at stupid jokes, high off of the positive atmosphere

🌷- Rented a Vespa one time and had you sit in the tiny little passenger seat

🌷- She loves making meals and buying gifts for you, literally her favourite thing to do is watch your reaction at all the hard work she put into making you have a better day

🌷- Promise rings obviously

🌷- Hmm maybe matching necklaces too

🌷- You tried making flan and both had to sit there and stomach what could only be described as resident evil food

🌷- Loves you so much that if she could take the moon and wrap it in a cute bow and put it under the Christmas tree, she really would

[tmbgareok]

Coming on here not only to cordially apologize for any of the cringy (in my opinion) asks I’ve sent here, but also to say that you guys are actually insane for having this tumblr ask box as a decently popular band. That takes GUTS. Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to not only receive but answer questions, whether they’re asking what Flans’ favorite food is or looking for deep introspective takes on music or seeking cat name suggestions…heck I’m just grateful you guys even pay attention about your fanbase!! That’s not an easy thing to do sometimes :’D

JF: it's a fun distraction!

[jamanakaivillage]

✩ !! — NEW YEARS! Lloyd, Kai, Nya, Zane, Pixal, Cole, Morro, Harumi, Skylor, Shade

✩ !! — WAITING (impatient, “speed this up, pls”)

You were standing outside the house, watching as the little kids ran around and played amongst themselves. From what you caught, they were playing freeze tag, yet with some sort of infecting twist. It was entertaining to say the least, especially when one of the younger ones ran over to the nearest group of adults (where you happened to be standing) and ran around you guys to only get caught. It was both entertaining to watch and entertaining to listen to the others having to quickly change their conversations because the little kids were now here. “Looove,” But, there is always one baby that can’t seem to entertain themselves. You would stifle a chuckle as you felt them slug over, wrapping their arms around your waist and resting their head atop of yours. It had only been two hours, the two of you having gotten here since the sun went down, but you could already tell that they will be bothering you for the next half an hour to make the ‘clock go by faster’. “It’s not time yet.” You would simply tell them, leaning back into the hug as you messed with the straw in your drink. Again, you had to suppress a chuckle because of the groan you got. For the past two hours you’ve been sending them on meaningless tasks to get them to do something, or else they’ll be up your butt until the fireworks went off, but you couldn’t think of anything for them to do right now. Maybe you should send them off to play with the kids.

SHADE, Jay, MORRO, zane, Cole, harumi, lloyd

✩ !! — WAITING (impatient, “bouncing off the walls”)

“And that’s when I said, nu-uh he better not!” You were talking to your little friend group in the kitchen, as one of them was trying to make Flan and the others decided to just migrate with them into the kitchen. You tagged along. Sure, you wanted to stay outside to keep an eye on the kids, yet you were reassured that they were in good hands no matter what. But hey, at least it was more quiet inside since all the speakers blasting music were outside. That was a big relief. “He did not, did he?” Another one of your friends asked as you took a sip of your drink, glancing outside the door to notice your love rushing in with some of the kids. They were all giggling and rushing around, pushing the couch forward to hide behind it, hiding inside the pantry, bathroom, etc. Before you could ask any questions about what they were doing, you assumed playing hide and seek, your lover rushed over to you in a fury. They pecked your forehead, “Love you, Dove, don’t rat any of us out! Melody is it.” And they rushed off again, scrambling to find somewhere to hide despite being a little too grown to shove their way into cabinets, like some of the other kids were doing. Well, someone’s excited for the fireworks!... that or they were doing this to get on your family’s good side… or the kids kidnapped them into playing this.

JAY, Cole, Lloyd, KAI (a kid made a bet he couldn't survive a full round of Hide and Seek)

✩ !! — WAITING (patient)

Having come early to help with the party, it was a good few hours until midnight and the New Year. The family and friends invited to the small event had been slowly showing up, some even offering to help up with the final little details and some just placing down the food they brought before going to socialize. The kids were put into the gaming room, for now to keep them all entertained, and the adults were all socializing either outside or in the living room. Hours flew by and you found yourself standing outside with your lover, their arm around your waist to hold you close. All the adults were laughing and chattering and having been kicked outside of the house since the kids took up the living room to play their games. Your smile wobbled a little as you glanced up at your lover, and you couldn’t help but whisper to them: “Hey, sorry we had to be here so early. Thanks for being so patient.” Which caught your lovers attention instantly, as they glanced down at you with a curious look before smiling. They would lean down, placing a rather sweet kiss on your lips. “Anything for you, love.”

ZANE, PIXAL, LLOYD, Nya, Skyalor, kai

✩ !! — MIDNIGHT KISSES

“HAPPY NEW YEARS!” The shouts of many filled the small house just as the counting that took place earlier, as big grins spread upon people’s faces and couples paired up to kiss one another. Some of the kids would recoil and yell yuck, grabbing a cup of candy or grapes before giggling and rushing away outside to get the firework show started! They knew that someone had to follow them outside or else there would be a repeat of last year; There would be no fireworks to set off because someone doused them in water! You were laughing, about to follow the kids out with a shout, “Wait up you buggers!” Yet before you could exit the door an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back. You would let out a yelp, not having expected it, nor having expected to be twirled around and dipped. Your lover would chuckle seeing your flushed face staring right back up at them, they just couldn’t help it! You look all too cute being so flustered. “Did you forget you got someone to kiss now on New Years, love?” They would tease, the biggest snicker upon their face. You wouldn’t even get a chance to respond before their lips met yours, in an oddly steamy yet enjoyable kiss; Even if most of the kids were shouting in disgust in the background.

MORRO, Harumi, KAI!!, COLE, skylor, SHADE

✩ !! — MIDNIGHT KISSES (v. 2!)

“Three!” You and the others would count down, watching the closet clock that had been brought out for this exact purpose. Your love was standing right next to you, counting down just as excitedly with you. It was going to be a new year and no way were they going to be anywhere other than your side tonight! The kids were bouncing excitedly, basically off the walls, and some adults were two as the next two numbers were called: “Two!- oNE! HAPPY NEW YEARS!!” We did it, another year around the sun was completed and a New Year had started. Cheers and applause erupted from everyone as couples kissed their lovers and some tried eating their cup of grapes for good luck that year. You couldn’t help but giggle, noticing how your lover was glancing over at you with expected eyes. They were too cute! So, before they could make a move to meet your lips, you would cup their cheeks within your hands, squishing them together, before you pull them down to meet your lips. You didn’t realize how shocked they were at first, though you couldn’t help but giggle at this fact as they soon melted into the kiss and accepted it, hugging your waist with their arms to pull you closer.

LLOYD!!, Zane, Pixal, jay, Nya

✩ !! — MIDNIGHT KISSES (fucked up)

You were trying to hold back your laughter, turning your head away from your lover as they held you firmly within your arms. It was 12:01 o’clock in the morning, a minute into the New Year, and you were already denying your lover the kiss they wanted badly! You could hear the others call for the children to be rounded up so they could launch fireworks while others laughed, playfully, at your lover’s misfortune. “I was a minute late, babe, please!” They would beg, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes they could manage. You swore if there weren't any other people around that your lover would be on their knees, begging for you to spare them one kiss. “A minute!” You protested, biting back your giggle, “A minute! And I was calling you to come here because we were going down. I called you when there were ten, eight, five, two, and one minute left but you were too busy outside!” Your tone was playful, your lover knew you were slightly upset with them but still couldn’t help but be amused at their antics. “Then I’m just going to have to take it from you!”

JAY, COLE, KAI, zane, Shade, MORRO, Harumi

✩ !! — BURNS THEMSELVES ON FIREWORKS

“Be careful!” You would shout to your lover, standing off to the side with the rest of the family; You weren’t sure exactly how this happened, your lover being voted as the one to light the fireworks, but it happened. At first you had tried to tell everyone that it wouldn’t be a good idea to let them do such a task, pointing out a few things but they were confident enough to tell you: “Don’t worry, love, I got this!” Before rushing over to help light the fireworks. Honestly, you were a little surprised at this fact, even more surprised that the family was able to step away from the big gathering to be able to have a small celebration of their own. But now, you were thinking you would rather take the crowd than this. Especially since you knew- “OW! OW, OW.” There it was, your lover shouting because they burnt themselves on the lighter while trying to light fireworks. You honestly expected some bigger freak accident, like them getting hit by a firework or something like that, but you were glad that didn’t happen. You didn’t need a trip to the ER today, no matter if this came about due to their own stupidity. Either way, you rushed inside to grab them mustard and ice to hopefully quell the burn. (You also weren’t surprised to hear the laughter of others as you left.)

LLOYD, KAI, COLE, JAY, harumi, morro

✩ !! — WATCHING FIREWORKS

The kids waved around their sparklers and ran around the yard, which was clear of any of the bigger fireworks, waiting anxiously. There were three adults helping set up the fireworks and, thankfully, your lover wasn’t one of them. Nope, thankfully, they stood next to you with one hand in their pocket and the other around your waist, holding you close. It was really moments like these that made your heart beat, moments that were peaceful and just pure loving. “Alright everyone, stand back!” The shout was given from one of the three in the front as a lighter was sparked. Not even a few seconds later did they all rush back from the igniting fireworks as kids gathered around in front of their parents to watch the spectacle. Your lover would place his pocketed hand on top of your kid’s head, holding you ever so closer, as one of the fireworks shooted towards the sky and exploded in a colorful burrage. After the first one, everything else seemed to go off in a slightly chaotic but systematic rhythm, allowing their color to paint the skies in ways you never knew you missed until this time of year rolled around again. Yet, what you didn’t notice is that your lover would barely catch the fireworks with their own eyes, as they would much rather watch them through yours; You and your lovely face, oh they could just smooch you right now!

LLOYD, JAY, Kai, Cole, morro, SKYLOR, NYA, Harumi, ZANE, PIXAL

✩ !! — MISSES THE FIREWORKS

You were standing outside with your kids, holding them close in a big hug while you guys watched the fireworks together. Your lover had been stuck in the restroom, saying that they had to have eaten something bad to upset their stomach so much. You had offered to stay with them, saying how one of your siblings would watch the kids so they could experience the fireworks, yet they told you to go on without them. To enjoy the fireworks with the kids even if they couldn’t be there. So you did, leaving your lover with a glass of water and medication for their ill stomach, and went to watch the fireworks with the kids. When it was over, you would give then a kiss before playfully shooing them off to your siblings before you would rush into the house to check on your lover. They were still in the bathroom. You gave two gentle knocks. “Honey?” You would hear a groan of pain, to which you had to suppress a small giggle. “Yes, Love?” You playfully asked back. You couldn’t miss the complete devastation that rang from their voice moments later, “I missed the fireworks, didn’t I?” As you turned your face away, the smell from inside slowly hit you like a stink bomb. “Yes.. but maybe now you’ll listen to me when I say you shouldn’t have eaten all those burritos my aunt cooked.” “But they were so good!”

JAY, COLE, Kai, harumi, Shade, lloyd

✩ !! — KNOCKS OUT ON THE COUCH

“Love?” You called out before you entered the home, looking around for your lover. They had told you they were going to go lay on the couch inside, claiming that they needed a little rest before the fireworks due to the kids running them ragged. They had told you they would be outside in time for the fireworks, so you guys could watch them together! But they weren’t outside, nor did they seem to be making their way outside. You had asked one of the kids where they were and all they did was giggle, so you had to go investigate on your own. Upon walking inside, not even ten steps in, did you see your lover asleep on the couch. And upon walking closer to them, did you notice why all the kids had been giggling when you asked; There were marks in bright, colorful markers and glitter glue all over their face! Well, if they didn’t wake up to that, you guessed that they really needed the sleep. You couldn’t help but giggle a little though, taking a picture of the scene before walking off to get some baby wipes. You were cruel enough to take a photo of the moment, not cruel enough to leave them like that.

COLE, SHADE, Morro, lloyd, JAY

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[ziml0ve]

A small draft that I will be updating, good night

Dreams Zim

Humans are beings that rest, unlike the Irkens, who, due to their evolution and cloning, lost what allowed a part of them to sleep.

I asked him what it would feel like to sleep like them?

Updated a moment ago

Here's the new red and purple redesign.Since the previous design made me feel a bit sorry to continue with that design and I would like to improve it, I don't know what you think.

In the coming days I will be uploading a series of images with information about each of the characters I have shown and even your expressions.This is the information I can give you so far and at the moment

Name Purple

Approximate age 14

Character information for now

High school students He loves science, mathematics, and art.He studies graphic design and is Red's younger brother, just like him, he is a student with perfect grades.Her hobby is caring for and feeding a small cat she has seen wandering around her high school.He is an accomplice and witness to the evils that Red has done to Zim for the simple fact that he is shorter than them.Extra fact about purple: he loves sweets and desserts, especially Neapolitan flans, although sadly red always ends up eating his flans and what he prepares for himself.

Name Zim

Approximate age 15 years

Character information for now

A brilliant, intelligent, and outstanding high school student, he loves math and science. Among his hobbies is creating his robot pet, Gir, since the original Gir went missing. He's also a member of his high school's science club and has a rival, Tak, who has beaten him three years in a row at the science fair. But he has a feeling he's going to win this year because he has his robot pet on his side. I mentioned before that Gir is lost, but not really. He's in dog training camp due to his explosive behavior. In addition to having to deal with a classmate who calls himself his best friend just because he had to work with him as a team in class, we already know who Keef is. Essential character information: He constantly has to deal with his admirer, who calls himself his best friend, Keef, in addition to having to deal with the multiple taunts of his rival Tak, who constantly makes fun of him for his height and his pronunciation, since Zim sometimes, when he's very stressed or nervous, tends to speak in the second person.

Name Red

Approximate age 15 years

Character information for now

Red is the high school student with the highest grade point average on the list of grades, an exemplary student. He likes chemistry and math, and studies business administration, speaks 7 languages, is also the captain of the science club, and offers his service as a tutor for students. His hobbies are being an exemplary student and showing everyone that he is the brightest in the family. He also likes to tease his cousin Zim, although they are the same age, but with his height, Red feels superior and knows about Purple's secret pet. An extra fact about Red: he likes to take candy, and even what his younger brother Purple prepares. He keeps a secret from his younger brother about his parents, since he thinks it is best for his brother to think they are here for their parents' business and not because of the divorce.

[the-flaneur]

hi flan! Could i pleas have charles leclerc and a boiling flask labelled with a sticker (i dont mind a marker if you would prefer) to mix together phosphorous, cobalt and tin with a blue pill and bath water?

double trouble (cl16)

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

phosphorus "you know, i could always get you off here right now" + cobalt "please..." "you need to learn to be better with your words, don't you think? tell me what you really want" + tin "i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that” & blue pill sub!reader + bath water size kink

warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. rough sex, public sex (or sex in a public location aka the bathroom), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), size kink, bratty!reader, very little plot

wc: 1865

a/n: first request ever! hope you guys enjoy, and feel free to send me more requests :)

[masterlist] [requests]

the quiet jazz in the restaurant was of little comfort to charles tonight. 

usually, he was excited at the prospect of a double date with you, max and max’s girlfriend, eager to be able to catch up properly with his friend and their lives outside of racing (albeit max’s still very racing dominated off time)

however tonight you were being a fucking brat.

you had been teasing him all day, from your grocery shop this morning where you “accidentally” backed into him, rubbing your ass against his bulge, or when you went to take leo on for a walk, and you accidentally bent down too far while scoping up leo’s poop, showing charles your gorgeous lace panties under your skirt, or even just before the date, when you walked into the bedroom, stark naked except your heels, and then cheekily asked if you looked good and then shutting the door so you could change in “peace”

charles was hard, horny and desperate to get his hands on your hips.

so when you started your teasing again, charles knew he had to do something about it.

it being the fact that your hand was trailing up his thigh, your manicure tickling the skin near his bulge, before you pressed a firm two fingers into his bulge and rubbed it.

“merde,” charles groaned quietly, leaning back into the plush booth couch and very grateful that the jazz trio had started their music once again, so that his exclamation remained unknown to max and his girlfriend. 

“mmm cherie, please move your fingers away,” charles muttered, trying to grab your wrist, but you giggled, before moving you fingers instead towards his belt, and toying with the buckle.

"you know, i could always get you off here right now,” he bit his lip, watching as you slowly pulling his dress shirt out, revealing his gorgeous waist and lightly defined abs which you loved.

“you say otherwise but you love this, don’t you…imagine me giving you a handjob while our friends are just sitting across from us,” you teased, and charles almost growled aloud at your teasing words, and now he was done with you.

snatching your wrist away from his bulge, pinning them to his lap, before working his own hands beneath your dress

“yeah you would like that you slut, wouldn’t you? me at your mercy for once in your life. well too bad, cause you’re my slut, and my brat to play with tonight,” he whispered, pressing his mouth against your earlobe, before tapping his fingers against your soiled panties

you whimpered softly as charles' words sent shivers down your spine, the touch of his fingers against your damp panties making you clench around nothing, "y-yes... i'm yours," you breathe out, a softness creeping into your voice against your brattiness tonight.

as charles continues to whisper dirty promises, you suddenly feel an urgent need to escape, "wait, i really have to use the restroom," you address the group, trying to sound casual while squirming slightly in your seat and pulling charles’ fingers away.

charles raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "oh? and why's that, little girl?" he leans back, folding his arms across his chest as he watches you intently. "trying to get away from me already?"

you bite your lip, avoiding eye contact as you fidget with the hem of your skirt. max and his girlfriend exchange knowing looks, aware of the brattiness you bring to the relationship and charles’ rough hand to bring you back down to earth.

feeling flustered under their amused gazes, you quickly stand up and make your way towards the restrooms, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. once inside the stall, you take a deep breath, letting the cool air hit your flushed face. leaning against the wall, you run a shaky hand through your hair, attempting to calm your racing heart.

after a few moments, you hear the door creak open behind you. glancing over your shoulder, you spot none other than charles entering the stall, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"well, well, well... looks like my little fucktoy needs some privacy," he says, closing the door behind him and locking it. his voice is low and husky, sending a thrill straight to your core. without warning, he steps closer, his large frame crowding you against the wall.

your breath hitches as charles looms over you, his presence both intimidating and exhilarating. the smell of his cologne mixed with the musk of his skin fills your nostrils, making your head spin.

"what do you think you're doing, coming in here with me?" you manage to stammer, even as your body betrays you, pressing back against the cold tile in a futile attempt to create distance from his overwhelming nature.

charles chuckles darkly, his hands finding your hips and gripping them tightly. "i could ask you the same thing, sweetheart. you're the one who insistently teased me on this little alone time."

he leans in, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "but since we're here together, let's put that pretty pussy of yours to good use, hmm?"

“please…” you whimpered pathetically, watching in a haze of arousal as charles rips your delicate panties to shreds, the torn fabric fluttering to the floor. your cheeks burn with shame and desire as he teases your sensitive clit with a single finger, circling the swollen bud with maddening slowness.

"you need to learn to be better with your words, don't you think? tell me what you really want," he growls, tracing his fingers maddeningly close and smirks when you attempt to push yourself down onto him.

"i-i want... i want you to fuck me," you admit, the words tumbling out in a rush, "please, charles... use me. make me yours..."

his dark chuckle vibrates against your skin as he presses harder against your clit, coaxing out more of your needy whimpers, "that's more like it, baby girl. now, let's see if you can handle something a bit bigger than just my fingers, shall we?"

"i-i want... i want you to fuck me," you admit, the words tumbling out in a rush, "please, charles... use me. make me yours..."

his dark chuckle vibrates against your skin as he presses harder against your clit, coaxing out more of your needy whimpers, "that's more like it, baby girl. now, let's see if you can handle something a bit bigger than just my fingers, shall we?"

gasping sharply, you nod eagerly, craving the sensation of being stretched wide by charles's girthy cock. the thought sends a jolt of liquid heat pooling between your thighs. "yes, please... i need it," you plead, spreading your legs further apart in invitation. "fill me up, charles,"

with a wicked grin, he frees his impressive erection from his pants, the thick shaft bobbing menacingly as he lines it up with your entrance. "brace yourself, darling," he warns, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

then, with a powerful thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside you, the sheer size of him forcing a strangled cry from your throat. you cling to him desperately, nails digging into his back as he begins to move, each deep stroke dragging you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

you cry out loudly as charles plunges deeper, the stretch of his massive cock tearing a raw moan from your throat. each brutal thrust hits a spot within you that sets off sparks of electric pleasure, making your toes curl and your back arch involuntarily. you attempt to clasp a hand over your mouth, trying to curb the wanton noises escaping between your lips, but charles has none off that.

"i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that," charles purrs, his lips brushing against your ear as he pounds into you relentlessly. "let me hear how much you love taking my big dick,"

despite your best efforts to keep quiet, your quickly body betrays you, moans spilling past your lips with every merciless stroke. the shame only adds to your arousal, your inner walls clenching tighter around charles's throbbing length as he fucks you with wild abandon.

"you're so fucking tight, baby,"

wailing shamelessly as charles ravages your aching cunt, you lose yourself in the overwhelming sensations coursing through your veins. the obscene slap of flesh against flesh echoes through the small stall, mingling with your desperate cries and charles's guttural grunts.

"so full... oh god, charles!" you keen, fingernails raking down his muscular back hard enough to leave marks. "fuck me harder!" he obliges with a feral growl, pistoning his hips faster, driving his huge cock impossibly deeper. your vision starts to blur at the edges as the coil of tension in your belly winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

"gonna cum soon, aren't you?" charles rasps, nipping at your neck roughly. "go ahead, slut. cum all over my fat cock."

with a final keening wail, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, every muscle seizing up as pure ecstasy consumes you whole. your pussy spasms violently around charles's enormous shaft, milking him as you convulse helplessly in his arms.

"f-fuuuuck!" you sob brokenly, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as the intense pleasure borders on pain. it feels like charles is splitting you open, reshaping your insides to fit him perfectly.

in response, he snarls savagely, burying himself to the hilt one last time before erupting deep within you. thick ropes of molten seed paint your quivering walls, marking you as his property in the most primal way possible.

shuddering through the aftershocks of your climax, you feel charles' hot release flooding your already oversensitive pussy. the sensation of his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he pumps you full of cum only heightens your bliss, leaving you limp and boneless in his grasp.

as charles slowly softens inside you, he pulls out with a wet pop, his spent cock glistening with your combined fluids. you can't help but gaze up at him

"look at you," charles murmurs, tucking his softening member back into his pants. "such a good little cumslut, taking everything i give you without complaint." he smirks, adjusting his clothing with a satisfied air.

still reeling from the intense fucking with charles, you stumble out of the bathrom, blinking in the bright lights of the restaurant. to your surprise, max and his girlfriend are nowhere to be seen, the table where you ate is cleared of their presence.

a folded piece of paper catches your eye, sitting atop the now-clean tablecloth. curious, you pick it up and read the brief message scrawled across the page:

we know how much fun you guys like to have so here's dinner on us, but you owe us for next time ;)

a flush rises to your cheeks at the implication, and you quickly crumple the note, tossing it aside. just then, charles appears beside your shoulder, looking every inch the self-assured boyfriend once more.

"well, looks like our friends made themselves scarce," he remarks, his dark eyes glinting with amusement.

“wanna go back home for round 2?”

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[watercurtaincave]

𖤓 !! — New Years Eve MK, SWK, MACAQUE, AO LIE, NE ZHA, RED SON, PRINCESS IRON FAN

𖤓 !! — WAITING (impatient, “speed this up, pls”)

You were standing outside the house, watching as the little kids ran around and played amongst themselves. From what you caught, they were playing freeze tag, yet with some sort of infecting twist. It was entertaining to say the least, especially when one of the younger ones ran over to the nearest group of adults (where you happened to be standing) and ran around you guys to only get caught. It was both entertaining to watch and entertaining to listen to the others having to quickly change their conversations because the little kids were now here. “Looove,” But, there is always one baby that can’t seem to entertain themselves. You would stifle a chuckle as you felt them slug over, wrapping their arms around your waist and resting their head atop of yours. It had only been two hours, the two of you having gotten here since the sun went down, but you could already tell that they will be bothering you for the next half an hour to make the ‘clock go by faster’. “It’s not time yet.” You would simply tell them, leaning back into the hug as you messed with the straw in your drink. Again, you had to suppress a chuckle because of the groan you got. For the past two hours you’ve been sending them on meaningless tasks to get them to do something, or else they’ll be up your butt until the fireworks went off, but you couldn’t think of anything for them to do right now. Maybe you should send them off to play with the kids.

WUKONG, red son, ne zha, Macaque

𖤓 !! — WAITING (impatient, “bouncing off the walls”)

“And that’s when I said, nu-uh he better not!” You were talking to your little friend group in the kitchen, as one of them was trying to make Flan and the others decided to just migrate with them into the kitchen. You tagged along. Sure, you wanted to stay outside to keep an eye on the kids, yet you were reassured that they were in good hands no matter what. But hey, at least it was more quiet inside since all the speakers blasting music were outside. That was a big relief. “He did not, did he?” Another one of your friends asked as you took a sip of your drink, glancing outside the door to notice your love rushing in with some of the kids. They were all giggling and rushing around, pushing the couch forward to hide behind it, hiding inside the pantry, bathroom, etc. Before you could ask any questions about what they were doing, you assumed playing hide and seek, your lover rushed over to you in a fury. They pecked your forehead, “Love you, Dove, don’t rat any of us out! Melody is it.” And they rushed off again, scrambling to find somewhere to hide despite being a little too grown to shove their way into cabinets, like some of the other kids were doing. Well, someone’s excited for the fireworks!... that or they were doing this to get on your family’s good side… or the kids kidnapped them into playing this.

red son, Ne Zha, MK, Ao lie

𖤓 !! — WAITING (patient)

Having come early to help with the party, it was a good few hours until midnight and the New Year. The family and friends invited to the small event had been slowly showing up, some even offering to help up with the final little details and some just placing down the food they brought before going to socialize. The kids were put into the gaming room, for now to keep them all entertained, and the adults were all socializing either outside or in the living room. Hours flew by and you found yourself standing outside with your lover, their arm around your waist to hold you close. All the adults were laughing and chattering and having been kicked outside of the house since the kids took up the living room to play their games. Your smile wobbled a little as you glanced up at your lover, and you couldn’t help but whisper to them: “Hey, sorry we had to be here so early. Thanks for being so patient.” Which caught your lovers attention instantly, as they glanced down at you with a curious look before smiling. They would lean down, placing a rather sweet kiss on your lips. “Anything for you, love.”

MACAQUE, PRINCESS IRON FAN, Red Son, Ne zha, Ao lie.

𖤓 !! — MIDNIGHT KISSES

“HAPPY NEW YEARS!” The shouts of many filled the small house just as the counting that took place earlier, as big grins spread upon people’s faces and couples paired up to kiss one another. Some of the kids would recoil and yell yuck, grabbing a cup of candy or grapes before giggling and rushing away outside to get the firework show started! They knew that someone had to follow them outside or else there would be a repeat of last year; There would be no fireworks to set off because someone doused them in water! You were laughing, about to follow the kids out with a shout, “Wait up you buggers!” Yet before you could exit the door an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back. You would let out a yelp, not having expected it, nor having expected to be twirled around and dipped. Your lover would chuckle seeing your flushed face staring right back up at them, they just couldn’t help it! You look all too cute being so flustered. “Did you forget you got someone to kiss now on New Years, love?” They would tease, the biggest snicker upon their face. You wouldn’t even get a chance to respond before their lips met yours, in an oddly steamy yet enjoyable kiss; Even if most of the kids were shouting in disgust in the background.

SWG, RED SON, Princess Iron Fan, MACAQUE

𖤓 !! — MIDNIGHT KISSES (v. 2!)

“Three!” You and the others would count down, watching the closet clock that had been brought out for this exact purpose. Your love was standing right next to you, counting down just as excitedly with you. It was going to be a new year and no way were they going to be anywhere other than your side tonight! The kids were bouncing excitedly, basically off the walls, and some adults were two as the next two numbers were called: “Two!- oNE! HAPPY NEW YEARS!!” We did it, another year around the sun was completed and a New Year had started. Cheers and applause erupted from everyone as couples kissed their lovers and some tried eating their cup of grapes for good luck that year. You couldn’t help but giggle, noticing how your lover was glancing over at you with expected eyes. They were too cute! So, before they could make a move to meet your lips, you would cup their cheeks within your hands, squishing them together, before you pull them down to meet your lips. You didn’t realize how shocked they were at first, though you couldn’t help but giggle at this fact as they soon melted into the kiss and accepted it, hugging your waist with their arms to pull you closer.

MK, NE ZHA, Ao lie, Macaque, red son

𖤓 !! — MIDNIGHT KISSES (fucked up)

You were trying to hold back your laughter, turning your head away from your lover as they held you firmly within your arms. It was 12:01 o’clock in the morning, a minute into the New Year, and you were already denying your lover the kiss they wanted badly! You could hear the others call for the children to be rounded up so they could launch fireworks while others laughed, playfully, at your lover’s misfortune. “I was a minute late, babe, please!” They would beg, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes they could manage. You swore if there weren't any other people around that your lover would be on their knees, begging for you to spare them one kiss. “A minute!” You protested, biting back your giggle, “A minute! And I was calling you to come here because we were going down. I called you when there were ten, eight, five, two, and one minute left but you were too busy outside!” Your tone was playful, your lover knew you were slightly upset with them but still couldn’t help but be amused at their antics. “Then I’m just going to have to take it from you!” 

SWG, Macaque, red son

𖤓 !! — BURNS THEMSELVES ON FIREWORKS

“Be careful!” You would shout to your lover, standing off to the side with the rest of the family; You weren’t sure exactly how this happened, your lover being voted as the one to light the fireworks, but it happened. At first you had tried to tell everyone that it wouldn’t be a good idea to let them do such a task, pointing out a few things but they were confident enough to tell you: “Don’t worry, love, I got this!” Before rushing over to help light the fireworks. Honestly, you were a little surprised at this fact, even more surprised that the family was able to step away from the big gathering to be able to have a small celebration of their own. But now, you were thinking you would rather take the crowd than this. Especially since you knew- “OW! OW, OW.” There it was, your lover shouting because they burnt themselves on the lighter while trying to light fireworks. You honestly expected some bigger freak accident, like them getting hit by a firework or something like that, but you were glad that didn’t happen. You didn’t need a trip to the ER today, no matter if this came about due to their own stupidity. Either way, you rushed inside to grab them mustard and ice to hopefully quell the burn. (You also weren’t surprised to hear the laughter of others as you left.)

SWG, Ao lie, MK, red son

𖤓 !! — WATCHING FIREWORKS

The kids waved around their sparklers and ran around the yard, which was clear of any of the bigger fireworks, waiting anxiously. There were three adults helping set up the fireworks and, thankfully, your lover wasn’t one of them. Nope, thankfully, they stood next to you with one hand in their pocket and the other around your waist, holding you close. It was really moments like these that made your heart beat, moments that were peaceful and just pure loving. “Alright everyone, stand back!” The shout was given from one of the three in the front as a lighter was sparked. Not even a few seconds later did they all rush back from the igniting fireworks as kids gathered around in front of their parents to watch the spectacle. Your lover would place his pocketed hand on top of your kid’s head, holding you ever so closer, as one of the fireworks shooted towards the sky and exploded in a colorful burrage. After the first one, everything else seemed to go off in a slightly chaotic but systematic rhythm, allowing their color to paint the skies in ways you never knew you missed until this time of year rolled around again. Yet, what you didn’t notice is that your lover would barely catch the fireworks with their own eyes, as they would much rather watch them through yours; You and your lovely face, oh they could just smooch you right now!

MACAQUE, MK, Princess Iron Fan, NE ZHA, Ao Lie, SWG, RED SON

𖤓 !! — MISSES THE FIREWORKS

You were standing outside with your kids, holding them close in a big hug while you guys watched the fireworks together. Your lover had been stuck in the restroom, saying that they had to have eaten something bad to upset their stomach so much. You had offered to stay with them, saying how one of your siblings would watch the kids so they could experience the fireworks, yet they told you to go on without them. To enjoy the fireworks with the kids even if they couldn’t be there. So you did, leaving your lover with a glass of water and medication for their ill stomach, and went to watch the fireworks with the kids. When it was over, you would give then a kiss before playfully shooing them off to your siblings before you would rush into the house to check on your lover. They were still in the bathroom. You gave two gentle knocks. “Honey?” You would hear a groan of pain, to which you had to suppress a small giggle. “Yes, Love?” You playfully asked back. You couldn’t miss the complete devastation that rang from their voice moments later, “I missed the fireworks, didn’t I?” As you turned your face away, the smell from inside slowly hit you like a stink bomb. “Yes.. but maybe now you’ll listen to me when I say you shouldn’t have eaten all those burritos my aunt cooked.” “But they were so good!”

SWG. ao lie?

𖤓 !! — KNOCKS OUT ON THE COUCH

“Love?” You called out before you entered the home, looking around for your lover. They had told you they were going to go lay on the couch inside, claiming that they needed a little rest before the fireworks due to the kids running them ragged. They had told you they would be outside in time for the fireworks, so you guys could watch them together! But they weren’t outside, nor did they seem to be making their way outside. You had asked one of the kids where they were and all they did was giggle, so you had to go investigate on your own. Upon walking inside, not even ten steps in, did you see your lover asleep on the couch. And upon walking closer to them, did you notice why all the kids had been giggling when you asked; There were marks in bright, colorful markers and glitter glue all over their face! Well, if they didn’t wake up to that, you guessed that they really needed the sleep. You couldn’t help but giggle a little though, taking a picture of the scene before walking off to get some baby wipes. You were cruel enough to take a photo of the moment, not cruel enough to leave them like that.

Ao lie :(, SWG (food coma,, was so upset later), Red Son, Macaque?

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