#mon honey

[peachyxdiva]

Neko Fortnite Miku!

Mod by HoneyMon

[mochastims]

🐝 ~ biscuit-tan stimboard for me!!

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🍯 🩵 🍯

🥞 ⭐️ 🥞

[lordansketil]

mon mothma doesn't even appear in this story and i'm writing zingers for her.

[little-honeypie]

The radio app on my phone would send Alastor into a coma

[vulpinesaint]

talking the way that i do (metric ton of endearments in every sentence) is so silly and so inconvenient in daily life. like man you can't be calling this girl you've spoken to exactly one time in class "my darling" as you're coordinating this project over text. rewrite that message. you're going to make people uncomfortable 😭

[charmantevamp]

Audrey said: bi rights and bi wrongs - also queer solidarity and liberation! ft people she wants to kiss/has kissed/will kiss.

Tagging - in no particular order: @honorhearted (Benjamin Tallmadge - straight but an ally to the core, or at least I'd hope so... hopefully the Major is well aware of the bi disaster he is getting involved with), @apphrodite (pan), Lestat de Lioncourt (bisexual-biromantic - if I tagged every Lestat I interacted with I'd run out of space, but <3), @2kyears (pan). @eclipsecrowned (Gabrielle de Lioncourt - lesbian), @gentlejack (the butch lesbian of... ever).

— and @extasiie (bisexual-biromantic), and Audrey (bisexual-biromantic).

Plain icons under the cut.

[zircon-moon]

Ok but Irresistible by Fall Out Boy is SUCH an andriel song

[onewordshy]

Btw if this were the Pokémon world my signature Pokémon would be Burmy. I would have a terrarium with like six of them and I would take great pleasure in furnishing them with delightful treasures to make their coats out of.

[dandyshucks]

i thought I didn't like "hon/hun" as a term of endearment or affection but now that I have Guz.ma taking up nine tenths of my brain im like "... oh. okay. no i get it now. thats kind of sweet in how it's so casual actually,,,"

i think I'd also be okay with hizashi saying it ... maybe shota... marc perhaps just bc he's so painfully american LMAO

but Guz is special bc it wouldn't just be short for honey, it'd be short for honeybee :]

[little-honeypie]

That little fucker paid tuition just to sleep through the class 🙄

“Physics class gets you the best naps”

(via)

[flowerpile-babes]

"They're finally gone again."

[little-honeypie]

The possum screaming outside my window:

Me just tryina settle down for bed:

[ari-ana-bel-la]

would you mind writing Charles with a toddler daughter doing the "seeing if our toddler would share" trend? 💕 maybe with Arthur as an extra?

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It was a quiet off-season afternoon in Monaco, the kind of golden, warm day that made the breeze from the sea feel like a kiss against the cheeks. Charles had the day off, and so did his little brother, Arthur. The apartment was filled with soft music, the occasional crash of toy cars in the living room, and the melodic hums of a small voice singing to her stuffed lion, Leo.

“Papa,” called a high, soft voice from down the hall, “Leo needs a doctor!”

Charles, already smiling before he even turned around, called back, “Doctor Papa is on his way! Just let me find my stethoscope.”

Arthur chuckled from the kitchen counter where he was unwrapping a package of freshly baked cookies they’d picked up that morning. “You’re lucky she picked you as the doctor. I was Nurse Thuthur last time and got yelled at for giving Leo the ‘wrong medicine.’”

“That’s because you tried to feed him strawberry jam,” Charles said with mock disapproval, setting his phone against a jar of honey and adjusting the angle.

“He had a sore throat!” Arthur defended himself, eyes twinkling. “Anyway, are you sure she’s not too young for this trend?”

“She’s four,” Charles said, setting out three plates carefully. “And she’s basically a little old soul. This’ll be interesting.”

Each plate got a napkin placed over it like a dramatic stage curtain. On one plate: two cookies. On another: one. And on the last—Charles’—none at all. He grinned mischievously, motioning Arthur to take a seat at the table while he called out, “Yn? Mon trésor, can you come here a moment?”

Tiny footsteps padded against the hardwood, followed by the squeak of Leo being dragged along by one paw. Yn appeared around the corner in a flurry of curls and pink socks, wearing her favorite oversized “big girl” jumper that had little rainbows on the sleeves. Her green eyes lit up when she saw her Papa and Uncle Arthur.

“Yes, Papa?”

“We have a little game,” Charles said gently, patting the chair between him and Arthur. “Come sit with us.”

Yn immediately climbed onto the chair, plopping Leo in her lap and tucking his ears under her arm. Her wide eyes danced between the three napkin-covered plates in front of her.

“Okay,” Arthur said, already biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Yn, we each have a plate with something under it. You can lift the napkin in front of you.”

“Like magic?” she whispered.

“Exactly like magic,” Charles confirmed, winking.

Carefully, with the delicate precision of a child who thought the world could break if she was too rough, Yn lifted her napkin. Her eyes grew wide.

“I have two cookies!” she gasped.

Arthur lifted his napkin. “I’ve got one!”

Charles, with great theatrical flair, lifted his napkin slowly, only to reveal… nothing.

“Eh?” Charles blinked down at his empty plate. “Oh no… I have none.”

Yn’s smile began to fade immediately, her tiny brows knitting together as she looked between them. “Papa, you don’t have a cookie?”

Arthur gasped dramatically. “Oh no, Charles! What are you going to do?”

Charles sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “I don’t know, Thuthur. I guess I’ll just… watch you eat.”

“But—” Yn’s bottom lip quivered. “Why don’t you have one?”

Charles leaned closer. “I guess someone forgot about me.”

“No!” she insisted quickly, shaking her head. “No one forgets Papa!”

Arthur leaned forward, nudging her with a conspiratorial smile. “You could eat both of yours, you know. Two cookies for you, none for Papa…”

Yn turned to Arthur, frowning, clearly deep in thought. Her little fingers tapped on the table, Leo tucked tightly under her elbow. Then, suddenly, she reached for Arthur’s plate.

“Hey!” Arthur said with exaggerated shock, letting her take his cookie without resistance. “What are you doing?”

She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she held the cookie with both hands, broke it in half with immense concentration, and gave one piece to Charles and one to Arthur. Then, she quietly picked up her two cookies, stood up with all the dignity of a queen, and walked away, humming under her breath as if nothing had happened.

“Leo,” she called, skipping back down the hallway, “come! We saved Papa!”

Charles and Arthur stared at the door she disappeared through in absolute silence. The camera on the phone continued recording, catching the stunned look on both their faces.

Arthur blinked first. “Did she just… share?”

“Not only shared,” Charles said slowly, “but she gave you half your own cookie back.”

“Bold,” Arthur muttered, before the both of them broke into loud laughter that echoed through the apartment.

“She’s too good for us,” Charles said, wiping his eyes. “We are raising a saint.”

Arthur shook his head. “She’s going to rule the world one day. And she’ll do it while humming and carrying a stuffed lion.”

“Just wait until she figures out we were filming her.”

They both leaned toward the phone to stop the recording, but not before Arthur said with a grin, “You owe me a cookie, by the way.”

“You gave it to a four-year-old!” Charles laughed.

“You stole the dramatic moment with your sad eyes! That’s cheating.”

Charles just grinned, already uploading the video to the private family group chat, knowing their maman would be weeping within five minutes.

Down the hall, Yn was singing the Bluey theme softly to Leo.

Arthur leaned over again, whispering, “She definitely didn’t get that from you.”

Charles smiled, watching the hallway where her little curls had disappeared.

“No,” he said quietly. “She’s better than both of us.”

And in that moment, with the smell of cookies in the air and the lingering sound of their niece’s song floating through the apartment, neither of them could argue with that.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-💚🐍

[icharchivist]

this is so funny, if anything it's more likely Chat Noir tricked Barawa to come here just to cause chaos on purpose for his favorite failboss Chéri because Chat can't flirt with him without some chaos on the line. But how can Barawa explain that without exposing himself as Chat's favorite detective-toy.

[uluvjay]

Baking cookies for F1 drivers after they give you a good wienering(sex)… 

(Thank you tik tok for this idea & @turcott3 for helping)

| OSCAR PIASTRI | honestly he’s confused when you present him with the tray of cookies, thinks they’re for his win but when you tell them what they’re actually for he blushes bright red and giggles.

“Really? For giving you good sex?”

But he’s still very appreciative and makes sure you see that.

| LEWIS HAMILTON | Smirky but finds it amusing, pulls you into a sweet kiss and ends up quickly giving you a reason to bake more.

“Honey I think you’ll need another bag of flour by the end of the week.”

Your home begins to smell like baked goods all the time and anytime he’s craving your cookies he knows what he has to do.

| CHARLES LECLERC | He’s slightly confused but honored. He giggles when you tell him what they’re for and while he does find it slightly silly it warms his heart. Pulls you into a sweet kiss before he eats one and praises you for the amazing taste.

“Almost as delicious as you mon amor.”

| LANDO NORRIS | He gets cocky but also finds it hilarious, definitely throws out some dirty remarks that have you blushing, he uses this to his advantage though and always asks what he can do to get more.

“So how many do I get if I get you pregnant??”

| MAX VERSTAPPEN | He is severely confused, he doesn’t understand what you mean or why you would make him cookies for giving you what you deserve but he eats them nonetheless and tells you how delicious they are.

“I don’t understand Schat, why did you bake me cookies for fucking you good? That’s what I’m supposed to do.”

| LOGAN SARGEANT | Blushes like a school boy, he doesn’t know what to say at first but composes himself and thanks you. Gives you a sweet kiss before eating one, he ends up having the plate gone by the end of the day and he makes his way into your shower later that night with one thing on his mind.

“Can you make snickerdoodles next time?”

| DANIEL RICCIARDO | laughs his ass off for a solid 60 seconds before composing himself and pulling you in for a kiss. He thanks you a thousand times before picking one up for you two to share but quickly gets turned on by the way your lips skim his finger as he feeds it to you and next thing you know you’re bent over the counter. An hour later he comes in to find the oven set at 350 and you whipping up more cookies for him.

“What flavor you makin’ this time?”

| CARLOS SAINZ | He gets so fucking cocky, the second you tell him what you made them for his smirk overtakes his face. He thanks you properly with a quickie before cleaning you up and getting you cuddled up on the couch as he heats up the cookies and gets you both a glass of milk.

“I could get use to these.”

| LANCE STROLL | He’s confused for a good 15 seconds before he starts laughing. He’s very thankful though and honored that you thought the sex was good enough to bake him his favorite cookies. Gives you a sweet “thank you baby.” With a kiss before he splits one between the two of you.

| ALEX ALBON | It amuses him, you’d mentioned doing it to him but he didn’t think you actually would until he walks in to find you plating them. He knew what they were for right away and couldn’t contain his laughter, soon your both bent over laughing.

Once they’re cooled down he devours half of the plate and praises your skill.

[sigskk]

actually i can't think of proper terms of endearment anymore