#I really love how the neighborhood is starting to come together and older builds are showing up in the background of newer builds

[persimmonsimmer]

Rosy Roost

An unfurnished (built-ins only) Victorian in pink, blue, and yellow.

[slowmo-yo-yo]

Pondering chuckwill during spooky season BC ITS THAT TIME OF THE YEAR!! I remember spending like a good bit of time just thinking abt chuckwill couples costumes last year and I didn’t rlly land on anything and realized it’s because as cute as it sounds I don’t think they’d be the type of couple to go all out with halloween coustumes on their own (cause they’re lame and old and would rather spend halloween at home eating candy and cuddling then getting plastered in a stupid costume at a stuffy bar). The few times they do try to do some kind of couples coustume, they’re either peer pressured by the guys or I’m picturing much later post canon, Billy’s kids urge them to dress up and go trick or treating with them and they relent cause they love them to death. Like they need to be peer pressured.

I’m sure they did a fair bit of trick or treating as kids with Morgan and Billy, running around with bed sheets over their heads or an old Micheal Myers mask, etc, rounding up candy with pillow cases and hitting neighborhoods in Boston that handed out bigger and better candy. Will having nothing to wear because it’s not like any of his foster homes kept any kind of Halloween costume and Chuckie, in typical chuckie fashion, lends him an older costume from his attic to wear so he’s not left out. Eventually they grow out of it, as one does, and it just becomes ‘that thing we did back then’. I can see the guys in in canon in their 20s just buying a bag of candy, sitting at the bar, getting wasted and eating handfuls of it to the point where they’re throwing up outside the bar and leaving with a strong distaste for any and all candy. But in terms of costumes they’re not going all out unless it’s demanded of them.

I also think they’re big fans of less is more, so they’re always on the lookout for coustumes that are just like some guy in a jacket in jeans cause again they’re a lil lazy like that. I DO SEE THEM HOWEVER going all out ONE year. It’s super random and no one sees it coming but they do some kind of big jaw dropping couples costume that blows everyone’s socks off. They don’t tell anyone but it’s specially for one of Billy’s kids who requested they dress up and of course being the cool awesome uncles they are blow it out of the park. They decorate their front porch, they carve pumpkins with the McBrides, handing out candy at the door and making sure they buy the big bars too because they can do that now and it feels good to be the house with the big candy bars that all the kids flock to, be the change you want to see the world and all that.

I also just think that it’s another reminder of how far they’ve come together that they can really celebrate this holiday. Past halloweens being spend just trying to keep eachother safe and alive while Will was still in foster care, not being able to celebrate halloween because financial stability is a luxury that not all kids laying brick in Boston can afford. Flash forward 20 years, they somehow they managed to confess the painfully obvious as sweaty, gross, flustered Bostonians in love with eachother and promptly started building a life together. Married and sharing their lives, celebrating a holiday that they typically overlook with their closet friends and family because despite EVERYTHING, despite all the world threw at them, they finally made it, and they made it as one.

Hopping on the sap train BC THIS IS MY BLOG, and I know I always somehow find a way to circle back to the whole “middle aged chuckwill does thing and it means a lot because they couldn’t have done thing when they were kids but now they can afford to spoil eachother and celebrate holidays cause they’re happy and settled” BUT I CANT HELP IT😿 I feel like every major holiday spent together post them tying the knot is just one big sob fest because they’re both sentimental idiots and they realize the importance of something like spending a holiday together without having to worry about how they’re gonna get by, because they’re ok and they’ve never been better.

THINKING ABOUT THIS RESPONSE FROM SNAIL FROM A MILLION YERS AGO because it makes my heart melt and it’s very relevant to the theme of this post lolz😋 older chuckwill will always have a place in my heart forever:))

[ilovetodrinkwater]

Your turn! Tell us about an OC extremely close to your heart. Are you kind to them, or are they your chew toy? Do they represent something to you? What inspired you to create them?

i thought it was interesting that u said ur characters are less expressions of urself vs the worlds being that expression! i really have 1 world that i add to and some of it is an expression of my values, thoughts etc but i think it’s more of a sandbox and all my characters have some kernel of me in them. so they are all close to my heart 😭 i started developing this world around the end of high school and really started nailing it down closer to what it is now about 2 years later. the characters i used as an anchor for that early iteration of the story were initially around 15 but as i kept building(and getting older) i aged them up to around 20, which on the island where my story takes place is the time people choose their own last name, and i liked that as a point of self-evaluation and change for them all.. many of their conflicts are not quite my own but it’s been cathartic to play out their arguments in my head with feelings on all sides that i can relate to or at least sympathize with. now i don’t feel like they are the main characters but they definitely drive a part of the story’s ecosystem and are still the ones i think of first:

flori (short for florabama- her grandmothers name as well) i don’t have a settled last name for her but likely something to do with shrimp and other small things cus her mom is a tiny organism scientist and her moms parents are shrimp cultivators. she’s often irritated because in her mind everything is clear and people just don’t act the way she clearly knows is the right way for them to act. she likes butt rock. transitioning may save him but that is outside the scope of the story. she is compulsively generous(always crafting little things and making meals) but still grouchy about it. she needs to stop saying mean shit to her friends and rejoin the marching band and/or learn how to build ships in a bottle with her grandpa. she has no idea what she wants and doesn’t see much of a future for herself but feels obligated to stay

mollie graveyard-stallions(haven’t fully settled on this last name and she hasn’t either but keeping both is a fuck you to her grandma) people-pleaser delighted with the macabre but wishes she could explore it on her own terms rather than being expected to follow her mom and grandmas role stewarding elaborate, seasonlong funerary rituals for a religion she doesn’t really care about. she prefers hands-on work with the dead, especially their cemetery’s role as the place for people who die unknown or with nobody to grieve them. the other part of her name comes from her other grandma who used to be THE person to go to for horse breeding needs but since her son (mollies dad) was implicated and banished in a murder case(which floris dad/mollies moms brother was also banished for. grave-grandma is suuuch a bitch about this and doesn’t even acknowledge flori) she can’t keep up her horse empire in her old age and only keeps a few now. mollie constantly feels like the mediator at the center of everyone she loves who are all so prone to conflict with each other.

val fortunefound- the only one who has chosen her name so far. she and her cousin chose it because they are obsessed with the goal of finding treasure in the sunken neighborhoods and shipwrecks and gtfo the island, but also because they already found fortune by gtfo their shitty family’s house and raising cousins kid together. she likes being a guard dog for pretty girls and currently that is mollie, which flori is super pissed about because val was her friend first and mollie was ofc her cousinbestie and now feels like they are leaving her behind. val is very conscious of crafting an image and personality for herself and refuses to let anyone feel like they got the best of her. did she start based off of vriska from a summer camp au? Well,

this is the most i have ever shared about them hehe and i think they are pretty equally chewtoyed and cherished. i love making everyone fight though sometimes thinking about what they would yell at each other i do genuinely feel my blood pressure rise. there are also several characters who are directly based off me at different points in my life including future speculation, and ones who are directly based on people i love in their past/future. and some of them are friends with these guys :-)

[pixielovers2account]

You could have it.

Nancy wheeler x female wolf reader

This story starts with an end.

An end of a life to give birth to something greater.

To give birth to you was the best thing your mother has ever done.

They say that the child that is born of the red crimson moon will be stronger than any other wolf and alpha above all. No one will stand up to the crimson colored wolf nor will they disobey.

But some also say the girl that was born with a blue clear eyes will have courage and faith the girl born of the blue moon will kill the crimsons evil within setting the girl within free of a curse.

Or so people think.

I closed the door with a smile “but it’s just a story no way anyone’s gonna kill me.”

…

We moved into a town called Hawkins Indiana it was 1980 I’ve been alive for a long time. Guess that’s the perks of being a child born of red. “Are you ready Hanī?” I nodded with a smile. We pulled up to our new found neighborhood and a huge White and gray House sitting within the end of the street that we pulled into. I noticed the White House across from us my stomach feeling a tight towards it. And the scent of cinnamon and- “we’ll come on let’s hurry your cousins are already inside.” I smiled at my Okāsan/mom we both sat our shoes at the beginnings of the door just like all the other littler shoes. As we carried out bags in.

Unpacking etc. I found myself sitting on the porch watching as cars passed by and the loud sounds of teens getting it on really wasn’t ideal. Too bad I wasn’t joining them.

“Hey.” I snapped out of my thoughts looking up into hazy blue eyes. A wrinkled complexion from all the years of stressed build up. “Are you the new family in town.” The woman asked with a smile. I nodded finally taking note of the tray on her hands “we were wondering if you want to come over for tonight you know it’s good to have friends on the block.” She says kindly. “Uhm yea sure my mother would love that.”

��Great I live across the street. And if you need anything please call.” I nodded as the older woman handed me the tray of food smells like rich people food such as shrimp and chicken. Maybe a bit of crab oh my cousins will have a filed day with this. “Thank you mrs I’ll go inform my mother.”

“Oh please honey call me Karen.” She waved me goodbye before running over to her own side.

I smiled as I went inside. “Ma! I got some food from the neighbors she said she’d love for us to visit sometime.” I closed the door as my mother came out from the kitchen with a smile “oh how sweet is that?” I nodded as I placed the plate down “you know y/n I’m so glad your calling me mom now.” My ‘friend’ or mother Jane said happily. Clasping her hands together she called the boys and girl down “Eric, Astro, nebula get down here.”

The sounds of littler feet putter pattering down the steps as soon as their care taker called.

“Is dinner ready?” Eric asked Astro pushed his brother on his side “of course it is idiot can’t you smell it?”

Nebula was the first to sit and also the youngest. She was quite all the time. Only stuck to her drawings. Like I always did when I was little. I sat beside her with a smile. As we continued to eat.

Tomorrow was school. And I have a pegging feeling that it’s going to get interesting.

[simpforboys]

in another dimension (11)

she/her pronouns

mentions of no way home spoilers! proceed with caution!

summary: peter takes y/n to the feast shelter, where they bond with aunt may and miles

warnings: swearing, fluff

last part, next part

HAPPY NEW YEAR, AND THANK YOU FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS!! A WONDERFUL START TO THE YEAR :)

y/n walked out of the shower quickly. her and peter were already running late, both deciding to sleep in without knowing the real time.

aunt may called peter and asked if he could come in and help out at the shelter since they have been short stacked for the holidays.

“shit, peter-“

y/n stubbed her toe on the bed. she groaned in pain.

“baby- i can web sling us to the shelter. it’ll be quicker then taking the subway.”

peter, who was dressed in a sweater and jeans, said as he walked into the bedroom.

y/n sighed. she could feel peter was dying to get a kick back at being spiderman, seeing as he was being so insistent lately on his spidey-powers.

-

“i think there’s a spider in here, i got bit again last night.” y/n exclaimed as she showed peter her bug bites.

the man wasted no time in crawling up the wall, inspecting every nook and cranny until he eventually found a spider-web. he collected the web in his hand.

“was that really necessary?” y/n grinned as she watched him throw it away.

“yes!” peter exclaimed.

-

“are you saying that because you’re worried about being on time- or because you just want to swing again?” y/n cocked an eyebrow as she got dressed.

“both?” he said, although it sounded more like a question.

y/n huffed. “fine.”

peter’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop. “i love you endlessly,” he blurted, rushing to get his web shooters.

y/n just grinned and shook her head.

he came back giddy, practicing webbing a painting. “alright, we ready?”

y/n nodded as peter opened their window. peter climbed out, sitting in a squat position as y/n climbed onto his lap carefully. she buried her face in his shoulder as he started swinging.

peter was having a thrill, feeling the wind rushing through his hair for the first time in months.

he loved his retirement, but he also liked being the friendly neighborhood spider-man.

he also loved how y/n didn’t stay up waiting in the hours of the night for him anymore, knowing he was right there with her. they went to bed together and woke up together.

peter’s eyes laid on the feast shelter as he zipped through the wind. “almost there, love.”

he felt her squeeze him tighter as he landed them gentle on the roof. “alright,” peter helped y/n down.

“you okay?” he asked.

y/n nodded. “yeah- i think i’m starting to get used to it,” she breathed.

peter grinned. “thank you.”

-

peter held the door open for y/n as they entered the building, stairs on the left leading up to offices. costumer service and check ins was located on the right.

peter grabbed y/n’s hand, leading her through the groups of homeless people.

“may should be-“

“peter! hey,” aunt may came from the kitchen. her eyes were big and bright. she hadn’t seen her nephew in awhile, only meeting y/n a few times.

“hi, aunt may,” peter gave the woman a tight hug.

“y/n, you look beautiful,” may complimented. she turned to the woman and gave her a hug.

“thank you, may. as do you,” y/n said. peter couldn’t help but smile wide. he loved when his two favorite women got along.

“alright, miles can use some help in the kitchen if you two wanna go start there.”

the couple nodded and made their way to the kitchen where, no one other than miles was there.

“what’s up, miles?” peter spoke up.

the teenager turned around with a wide smile on his face. “may asked me to make a bunch of sandwiches. wanna help?”

“of course.”

-

the three got to work. giggling and making jokes, all the while making over a hundred sandwiches.

y/n’s eyes focused on a mom with a newborn baby and little girl that couldn’t be older than four.

she felt her heart ache.

she knew how fortunate she was that her and peter could afford to live in new york, her getting a job at a highly paying scientific study research job.

y/n never really thought about having kids other than the time her and peter talked about it.

“you okay?” peter bumped her with his hip, snapping her out of her gaze.

“yeah,” she nodded. peter gave her a small smile.

“try not to focus so much on it. they’re the best place they can be.”

she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “man, i’m so single.”

y/n and peter laughed at miles’ joke. “your time will come.”

aunt may came walking into the kitchen.

“sorry to leave you alone. is everything ready?” she asked.

the three nodded. “perfect, thank you so much.”

the group grabbed sandwiches and prepackaged chip bags with a cup of water and began passing them out.

while most were thankful, there was a few people who snatched the food without muttering a thanks.

y/n pursed her lips together.

she approached the mom she was watching earlier. the kind woman thanked her for the food and began helping her children.

-

“alright, i have to go.” miles spoke up, giving peter a look that could be understood as spidey duties.

“thank you, miles,” aunt may pressed a motherly kiss to the teen’s cheek as he gave peter a handshake.

“can we offer to take you to dinner, may?” y/n asked the older woman.

“oh- you don’t-“

“we insist, aunt may.”

the woman grinned. “okay.”

taking the subway to a smaller diner, the trio talked the night away. y/n couldn’t stop laughing as she listened to aunt may tell peter’s embarrassing childhood moments.

peter was a blushing mess as he held y/n’s thigh under the table. “alright, alright, i think that’s enough.”

“i don’t think that’ll ever be enough,” y/n argued. her smile began fading as she came down from her laughing fit.

aunt may grinned.

“so, have any plans for the wedding yet? congratulations, by the way,” aunt may said.

“thank you,” they both said.

“uh, so far we have a date set and a venue. i still need to call a few places.”

“i just can’t believe peter is finally getting married. i waited a long time for this,” aunt may relished.

y/n and peter both grinned.

-

after making aunt may sure got home safely, the couple walked down the busy streets of manhattan hand-in-hand.

y/n clutched onto peter’s arm as they walked, the cool breeze making it chilly.

unbeknownst to them, however, was someone was watching their every step.

-

@uwiuwi @ashley13s @aidyslovee @heyyimlaynna @etheriaaly @plutoneu @simp1205 @bunnietoof @dnllbtrc @winterwallacehenderson @buckycuddles @blankspaceblankday

[hoe-doroki]

steel and lace

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, anal play, sex toys, voyeuristic fantasy, scratching, creampie

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 3.8k

summary: The only one who manages to get Bakugou’s birthday right is you.

a/n: This is my addition to the Bakugou Birthday Bash collab (masterlist). Many thanks to @lady-bakuhoe​ for helping me flesh out the ideas with this story!! You were integral to this idea, love! And additional thanks to @whats-her-quirk​ and @therealvalkyrie​ for beta reading <333

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

Bakugou never took work off on his birthday.

Never. Why would he? Villains didn’t give a shit that this was the day the old hag had unceremoniously had him evacuated into a hospital room however many years ago. They didn’t give a shit that his friends—who were also heroes who should be fucking working, by the way—wanna come over to his house and surprise him. As though his reconnaissance-trained ears weren’t as fucking fine tuned at hearing idiots on the other side of the door as theirs.

What villains should care about was that he was a year older, wiser, and fucking stronger, and he was going to kick all their asses. That was what he told all his idiot friends every year when they asked him if he was going to take off work.

Every year he regretted it.

The idiots he works with really must not care about hero work, because every year they want to send him out on a field post sugar crash from some store-bought cake with his name on it. Or buy him gifts that he’ll probably toss in the trash on the way home. He’s not being rude; he just doesn’t need junk that he never would have bought himself in the first place.

Everyone is always grinning at him, wishing him a happy birthday—as though he’s any goddamn happier to see their ugly mugs flapping their lips at him—and trying to start stupid-ass conversations. If he doesn’t like small talk normally, why would he want it on his birthday?

And the singing.

If people really wanted to wish him a happy birthday, they’d find a way to do it silently while doing some respectable fucking hero work. Make his day easier.

But no, none of that was what happened. So he should have just stayed home. Let the villains have a fucking field day on April 20th, and he could have his real gift killing them all tomorrow on the 21st.

But, unfortunately, he was a dumbass and had gone to work anyway, like he’d learned nothing from the last many years of antics. And the continued antics had got him a little pissy. And when he was pissed off, his heart rate increased, his breathing grew heavier, and, of course, he sweat.

Well. Guess what happened?

“Bakugou, I am currently paying to treat burns and fractures on three villains. Care to explain?”

Best Jeanist was sitting in his office chair, blinding sunlight streaming in behind him. Late afternoon sun—darker in color but way more resentful towards human eyes, apparently. It was reflecting off of all of the neighboring glass corporate buildings, making Bakugou squint behind his mask.

Bakugou shrugged, petulant as he stood behind his chair instead of sitting in it. “Overkill.”

Best Jeanist nodded. “Did you…lose control?”

“Tch,” Bakugou scoffed. As if he ever lost control. “Villains were weaker than I thought.”

Bakugou felt the stare of that one fucking eye and stood firm. He knew he was looking at a suspension, hopefully just for a day or two. It wasn’t like he’d done anything terrible. Villains got hurt sometimes, just like pros did, and they got their care and then they got their justice. It’s not like Bakugou was violent on purpose. Anymore. And Jeanist sure as hell knew that, so it wouldn’t take Bakugou off the field for more than a slap on the wrist. He probably wouldn’t even be technically suspended. Just chained by the fucking dick to his desk with some paperwork.

“Just…” Bakugou braced for it, narrowing his eyes but keeping his snarl to a minimum. “Just be more careful next time. Shower and go home—see you tomorrow.”

Bakugou’s jaw dropped. He closed it quickly, trying not to look like Dunce Face in front of his boss, but in all that was real and true what? He was just about to say something—he didn’t know what, probably something insubordinate—when Best Jeanist took out his own paperwork and waved him away.

“Happy birthday, Bakugou.”

Oh. So that was it.

Bakugou grit his teeth. Happy fucking birthday indeed.

It was nothing. His brain told him over and over again that it was fucking nothing. He hadn’t been punished, he hadn’t even really done anything wrong; he just hadn’t been squeaky clean up to fucking code. He could still show up for work tomorrow, business as usual. He should be tickled fucking pink.

But he wasn’t. Special treatment for being the birthday boy? What was he? Five years old and given a pass after stealing the chicken nuggets off Deku’s plate? Jesus Christ.

And if he was honest, he was mostly pissed at himself. Sure, he could blame how the weather always seemed to sprint from spring to summer around his birthday every year, strengthening his quirk. He could blame the villains for being weak enough that they had no business even stepping foot in his neighborhood. But losing control of his quirk even a little—and it had been a little—was fucking amateur and he’d have to pencil in some extra time at the gym. Maybe snatch Shitty Hair for some sparring, and, unfortunately, probably nab an extra therapy session and talk about this anger thing again.

At least walking instead of sitting on that stifling, crowded train car was doing him some good. Let him cool off a bit before he got home and you saw that something was wrong. He was nearly entirely relaxed by the time he got to his building’s lobby, even having the grace to nod at the concierge—who didn’t know it was his birthday, thank God—before heading up the elevator.

When he got off on his floor, it suddenly occurred to him that you might have done something truly repulsive, like inviting his friends over. He could imagine Shitty Hair’s shitty fucking hair sticking up from behind your sofa as he tried to hide before leaping up and yelling surprise.

Well, if that was the case, then the surprise was going to be him kicking all his dumb friends out of the apartment with one foot. Ain’t no way he was going to host a party on his birthday.

It turned out his worry was for nothing, though, because when he turned the knob—fully braced to punch out some teeth with his other hand—he was greeted with a totally bare apartment.

Like barren.

For starters, it was perfectly clean. Bakugou kept a tidy house normally, but this was certainly cleaner than he’d left it this morning. But more than that, there was nothing extra lying around. No stupid friends. No presents. No cake or even the smell of one. It was almost disconcerting.

No, it was a relief. A relief because he didn’t want any of that stuff. He’d had the slice of cake at work—and was slightly hangry now to show for it—and wasn’t interested in having another. And even though you’d choose better gifts than the extras at work would, it was nothing he couldn’t buy himself. So no, this was perfect. He was absolutely not disappointed. Maybe a bit confused. But not disappointed.

He took his shoes off and set his things on the small table by the door. Then he wandered into the kitchen, downed some water, and thought about what he might make for dinner. He might have expected that you and he would make dinner together or maybe even that you would have surprised him with something, but he didn’t mind doing it alone. It wasn’t like he’d learned to cook just to find a housewife someday to con into doing it all for him.

He decided to go to the bedroom first to plug in his phone. He was just sliding it out of his pocket when he opened the door, saw you, and stopped short.

You were on the bed—not in bed, but on it—wearing a black zip up with his signature orange x over the chest. You were on your knees with your legs spread wide, looking him dead in the eye with a deadly smirk on your face, painted in bright lipstick.

“New prototype. You like?”

The two of you had met when you were scouted from his parents’ business to design the clothing for his first merchandise line. He’d sworn off dating you from the beginning, because the last thing he wanted was to give the old hag anything to say about, firstly, her being at all responsible for finding  him a girlfriend or secondly, the fact that dating a fashion designer would mean he was dating his parents. He’d said fuck that to anyone who would listen.

But you’d gotten his brain from the beginning. Your designs were all sick from the sketch to mock up to the prototypes you always wore for him. Maybe he was a simple man for falling for a girl dressed in his colors, aiming to please him, but fuck it. You were talented, too smart for your own good, and pretty as hell.

So what? Now he had a dream girlfriend and one more reason to fight with his mom. Net positive for sure.

Still, that jacket wasn’t a prototype. That was from his first official line, no doubt, and he’d seen you wear it hundreds of times. He knew from here how much it would smell like detergent and how much like you.

You caught his eyes, raised your brows once, and then pulled the zip on the sweatshirt.

Underneath was nothing but lace and ribbon, contrasting the black and orange of the sweatshirt with moss green outlining your silhouette. The moss green from his gauntlets and his belt was caged around you in the thinnest strips of fabric, scraps of floral barely covering your breasts and pussy. The lingerie was an all-in-one, with the tiny bra connected to the panties by a few ribbons crossing over your belly. Not hiding a damn thing, but showing it off for all its worth.

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned when the sweatshirt hit the bed, your arms still in the sleeves, but the look underneath now fully revealed to him. He could feel the blood going to his dick, just seeing you on display like that getting him up to half mast in seconds.

“Not a lot of coverage on this version,” you mused, sticking your thumb under a bra strap. “Maybe an edit for the second try?”

Bakugou growled, taking a step forward, but you weren’t done just yet.

“I was also thinking maybe full panties next time,” you said, turning around, sitting on your heels. The sweatshirt hung just below your ass, framing round cheeks that were caged by thin elastic crosses, and that was it. Not so much as a triangle of fabric to speak of. “Maybe write: Property of Dynamight on them? Or is that too much text?”

That was all it took for Bakugou to pounce. One arc of his fist had his shirt thrown with a smack to the floor and then his hands were on your shoulders, spinning you face up as he pushed you flat on the bed.

“You know I don’t like unnecessary words,” he growled.

And then he was kissing you, a hand running up the falke stockings pinned on your thighs as you pulled your arms out of the sweatshirt. One leg came up automatically to wrap around his hip, and Bakugou began rutting against your center, fully hard already. On his second grinding thrust, his pants snagged on the scrap of lace you were wearing. Wetness was already glistening on his trousers and he moved his thumb down to your core, groaning at what he felt.

“Crotchless panties?” he mumbled against your mouth. “You’re making this too easy, sweetheart.”

“Shouldn’t have to work so hard on your birthday,” you mewled.

There was a rumble in Bakugou’s throat, half scoff, half chuckle. “Yeah, remind me of that next year, will you?”

You were soaked already—the swipe of his thumb told you that much. Either you’d gotten really excited when he’d texted you that he was coming home early, or you’d…gotten yourself excited at some point after. Either way, it meant that foreplay could wait for round two.

He pulled his thumb away from your core and pressed it against your lip, smudging what lipstick had survived the kisses down your chin. You were half ruined already. You stuck your tongue out and licked at essence on his thumb before sucking it into your mouth, eyes wide as you looked up at him. Fuck, he could feel himself straining against his pants, grinding circles against your half-bare cunt for a spot of relief.

After you licked him clean, he took his hand back, leaving your mouth open and wanting as he began to fuss with the front of his pants. He caught your smudged lips again, holding your jaw with one hand as he pushed his pants down with the other. He pulled his lower half away from you, kicking off the pants—hadn’t bothered with boxers for the commute home—and let them slide off the edge of the bed.

“Ready?” he asked.

Your smile was big and you bit the tip of your tongue, nodding your head twice. That was all he needed. He grabbed his cock in his fist and slid it through your wetness just once, and then he pushed himself in.

Immediately, he felt the drag of something hard and angled against your lower wall right along his cock, pressing from tip to base as he slid home inside of you.

“Woah,” he groaned. “What the fuck?”

You giggled, the action making your walls flutter against him.

“Got myself a new toy,” you said coyly, wrapping your legs around his hips. “Promise you can get yourself something pretty on my birthday too.”

Bakugou reach a hand around your thigh, feeling the elastic garter pulled taut against the stockings that were rubbing so deliciously against his back and his hips. He grabbed a handful of your ass, and the tips of his fingers felt a rounded edge of warm metal slid just between your ass cheeks.

“You fucking naughty minx.” Bakugou grinned, showing all his teeth, rearing back out of you before thrusting back in, feeling the novel pressure of the toy on the way out and back.

No wonder you had been so wet to begin with. You must have lubed yourself up before putting in that butt plug—which wasn’t small, from what he could feel of it. He could imagine you, one leg up on the sink, ass sticking out as you fingered yourself, mouth dropping open when you inserted the toy. How cold it would have been when it first touched your pert little hole and how you’d gotten it all warm for him as you waited with your little secret for him to get home.

“It’s curved to hit prostates,” you gasped as Bakugou rocked hard, steady thrusts into you. “In case you’re interested.”

The thought, much to Bakugou’s surprise, sent a thrill right through his belly down to his dick. He couldn’t help but slam rapidly into you, making your eyes roll back. Fuck, was that something he wanted? It wasn’t something he’d ever thought about, and he didn’t have the mind right now to ponder it.

“God you feel so big.”

“You feel so tight, sweetheart,” Bakugou grunted, refusing to acknowledge the fresh heat that was on his cheeks after your previous comment. “Squeezing me from all sides.”

The butt plug left it so there was barely enough room in your pussy for his cock to pump in and out. The pressure was hard on one side, making him fucking twitch every time the head of his cock caught against it, leading him to opt for long, deep thrusts in and out of you. It was so good that he didn’t even care if the only present he got for his birthday was a little hunk of stainless steel halfway up your ass. He’d gotten home five minutes ago and already he could feel his balls tightening, threatening to bust a nut.

“Just think of it, Katsuki,” you said, your voice dreamy as he fucked you raw. “All the women wearing this set, thinking of you when they show it off for their partners. All wishing that you were the one fucking them. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? But they’ll never have anything but their husband’s sad cock that they pretend is yours.”

“Fuck,” Bakugou growled, putting a hand on the headboard and nearly splintering it in his grip. You were riling him up and it made him want to press his palm flat against the burnished oak and let off his quirk, send shards flying. His hand was already drenched with more sweat than it should have been, just like with those villains earlier. Goddamn this time of year. He couldn’t help it; his quirk begged for it. He was in dire need of release of some kind, and it wasn’t like he could cum yet. He had to know how your pussy felt when it convulsed around him, ass cheeks tensing and squeezing that toy hard against his cock until he was spurting into you.

Bakugou let off a few crackling pops from his palm, moaning as relief filled him, the tension lessened for a moment. A faint smell of wood smoke spread through the room, slightly embittered by the resin blackening around his hand. One more scorch mark on the bed frame. You groaned underneath him, taken by the sight of Bakugou’s ever-tight control slipping for you. You knew he’d fuck you through the bed until the rest of the frame gave way if he wanted. You’d both be flat on a busted mattress and he’d keep going until he felt you clench around him.

“How’s that sound, Katsu?” you continued, your voice growing higher as Bakugou took his hand off the headboard and pressed four fingers, still sweaty and heated from his quirk, against the lace covering your clit. It was soaked through. “A-Ah, you’d like the idea of a woman home alone, dressed up just for you, fucking herself on the dildo she hides in the back of your closet, screaming out your name and hoping to God that her neighbors don’t hear?”

Bakugou couldn’t do the long, slow thrusts anymore. Your legs had grown tighter around his waist, your calves soft and silken against his ass as he kept his thrusts deep. The butt plug was rubbing against the base of his cock as he pounded into you, his fingers swiping over your clit with little finesse, but speed and steady pressure making up for it.

“But no matter…” you continued, the words coming out in little huffs as you panted with your head thrown back. Bakugou couldn’t resist leaning down and licking a line up the length of your neck, biting your earlobe when he got to the top, “no dildo, no matter how expensive, no matter how long and fat, will be good enough. The whole time…they’ll know they’re missing out. Oh, fuck.”

All of a sudden, your thighs were squeezing tight against his hip bones, arms thrown over his back and finger scratching hot lines that would mark him even more as yours tomorrow. Then you were gasping, walls squeezing and Bakugou fought against your grip to pull out just enough so that the metal toy was rubbing just over the cleft of his head with every convulsion.

He didn’t stand a chance. There was hardly any warning before he was cumming into you, streaks of his seed dribbling out of you. He couldn’t even pump himself through it; you were gripping him so tightly and, more than that, he didn’t want to move. Everything was white hot, so he just waited it out, barely moving save for where his hand was still rubbing over your clit.

Eventually you stopped him, grabbing his wrist just as the grip of your cunt loosened around him. Then you brought his hand, glistening with moisture, up to your mouth, and broadly laved your tongue from the base of his fingers to the tips, looking him dead in the eye. You then brought his hand down to your neck, and allowed him to streak the combined fluids across and down your décolletage.

Fuck—there was no way he was going to work on his birthday next year. He’d let villains overtake the city first.

“They’ll know they’re missing out,” you breathed, and it took Bakugou a second to figure out that you were continuing your voyeuristic fantasy from before, playing it out to the end, “They might even think they understand. But the only one who will truly know, is me.”

You smiled, your eyes and grin both heavy, sleepy, sated.

“Got that fucking right,” Bakugou said, pulling out of you, his cum already dripping down your ass. He eyed it, only catching a glimpse of the glinting metal plug before your legs fell to the bed, spread and limp. He smacked your hip lightly with one hand. “Roll over.”

In no mood to argue, you flipped willingly, ass up, plug still hidden from view. The lingerie was damp in some spots from where your wetness had spilled from your pussy. He leaned his mouth towards one of the strips of elastic stretching against the swell of your ass and bit. You gasped, back arching, and Katsuki smirked as he pulled away.

“A fucking lingerie line?”

A chuckle escaped your throat. “It was supposed to be a joke, but now…”

Katsuki pinched the elastic with his fingers and snapped it, watching the slight jiggle of your cheeks as you jolted. “No.”

“But Katsuki,” you whined.

“Mm,” he amended, as close to ‘maybe’ as you were going to get. You both could always talk about the idea—truly ridiculous idea—later. Katsuki put a hand on one cheek under the strips of lingerie and spread it.

There was the plug, a stainless steel handle. It was thin and shaped like an oblong donut, not like one of those cheap bejeweled things. This one, even just what he could see of it, screamed quality, and, for a moment, Bakugou wondered again what it would be like to wear. If you’d gotten it in, he sure as fuck could. And he did hold a certain anatomical advantage in using it.

He put his thumb and forefinger to the phalange and gave the toy a twist, pressing it just slightly deeper into your hole. You groaned, your voice low and deep in the pillow like when he gave you a back massage. He smirked and kept at it. Seemed this was a birthday gift for him after all.

“Katsu, don’t tease,” you moaned. “Sensitive.”

Bakugou, however, had no mercy. He flipped you over again, pulling a little yelp from you, and then picked you up bridal style, carrying you off the bed.

“Where are we going?” you asked, your voice suddenly much more awake.

“Shower,” he answered simply. He squeezed the meat of your upper thigh. Not quite your ass but close enough for the point to be made. “I’m not done with my present yet.”

[youreyeslookliketheocean]

youreyeslookliketheocean’s DSMP Fic Recs!!

Figured it was about time for one of these... :)

Mostly SBI-centric because they’re my favorite dynamic. I’ll probably add to this list as time goes on, and I also want to go back through my ao3 history and find some lesser-known fics I really enjoyed to rec them all. But for now...

* oneshot  ** unfinished work

** the lights go out (my heart goes still) by curseworm

With his old home unwelcoming and his new one gone, Tommy is alone. After hours of staggering through the freezing snow, he finds a cabin.

Technoblade’s cabin.

He hides himself away in the deepest corner he can find, taking only what he needs to survive, wasting away in the cold and the dark. He’s petrified at the thought of being found out, terrified of what he thinks Techno would do to him.

When Techno finds his injured teenage brother huddled in a filthy little cave beneath his basement, the rage he feels is immeasurable. The voices demand blood, and blood he will give them. Dream won’t be getting away with this one.

(On the other side of the world, in a country that floats on a man-made lake, Philza gets himself in a bit of a pickle.) 

** The hearth down under by Crystalquill

A tiny change gives Tommy the courage to flee to the Nether instead of the cold tundra, finding an unlikely ally in the midst of a fiery hellscape.

But tiny changes can alter the course of history. The SMP will never be the same.

(Lots of cool Nether worldbuilding in this one!!)

to be a wanderer, wandering by hydrangeasheart

Tommy's feet drag in the snow.

It's so, so cold. He's so cold. His toes are freezing. His exposed shins feel like they’ve been cut open-- even the one that’s bandaged. His wings have gone numb, which is almost, almost good, because now he can’t feel the shifting, broken bones inside of the left one, just under feathers and muscle.

He doesn’t know why he’s still walking.

-

Or, Tommy leaves the exploded ruins of Logstedshire behind, and walks until he finds somewhere safe.

And things keep going from there.

(A canon-divergent AU, splitting off somewhere around when Tommy started hiding out below Techno's house.)

that’s, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know (and then “as long as i’m here”, and “he’s my brother, i just raise him”)

Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.

The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.

Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?

in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade.

passerine by thcscus(blujamas)

Do I really need to put the summary here? Pretty much everyone knows this fic. Also, though, if you enjoy this one you should totally read thcscus’ connected fic, “shrike”!! It’s only at 2 chapters right now but it’s already really good and has this dark, foresty aesthetic I love...

not with a bang but with a whimper by dip_dyed_ghost

He knows Tubbo doesn’t care about him anymore. He knows that. He’s been shown that. But it doesn’t stop Tommy from caring about him. He brushes the pads of his fingers over the compass’s glass and wonders how he’s doing, if he’s tired of it all yet, if he needs help. He watches the way it points strongly in the direction over the ocean. He hopes he’s alright.

Even after everything, he hopes he’s alright.

During his exile, Tommy finds a drugged and hurt Tubbo on his doorstep. He can’t not help him.  

(This one has a neat take on potions, in my opinion. Also it’s only 4 chapters so it’s a quick read!)

take this compass, follow it home by lightning_anon

Tommy's a fuck up, he can't pay attention, and never sits still. He taps his hands, pushes people away, and has never had a best friend. He's a screwed up, forgotten kid lost in the foster system. He's also just been placed with a new family. Tommy knows how this goes, he never ends up staying long. After all, no one wants a fuck up like him.

Why would this house be any different?

Or: the obligatory sleepy bois foster fic, but with a focus on the neurodivergent kids that inevitably get lost in the system.

(Genuinely want to see more books like this in original fiction. It’s part of what inspired my newest og wip, “To Build a Home.” So sweet and I feel like I had my eyes opened to some neurodivergent tendencies I never knew existed. I read this in a day and can’t rec it enough.)

bloodlines by youreyeslookliketheocean

Tommy’s an orphan on the run from his previous guardian. Philza’s a king who prides himself on keeping his kingdom in an era of peace. Wilbur’s the crown prince, and Techno’s right beside him as his adopted brother. When Phil’s kingdom of Pogtopia is threatened by the bloodvines—a strange, brainwashing plant infecting many of the surrounding kingdoms—the four must work together to keep the kingdom, and their family, safe. --- A royal au sbi fic... + the bloodvines, for spice.

(Yes I’m self-promoting. But, in my defense, I’m very proud of it. If you checked it out it would mean the world to me :’))

Heat Waves by tbhyourelame

Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather.

Another fic I think pretty much everyone knows about. Listen, listen... I was once an idiot who said “Oh no, I’ll never read Heat Waves. It’s irl, not characters, and it’s probably cringe”... No. I was so wrong. This fic is wonderfully written, with a pretty quick moving plot and great characterizations. You do need an ao3 account to access it, though. Just to let you know. (Also read “Helium”, unfinished and hasn’t updated in awhile, but it’s the continuation). 

Guitar Strings and Keyrings are What it Takes to Build a Home by Anonymous

Techno was adopted by Phil when he was 12 years old.

He'd been enjoying his morning before Phil came to him asking if he would mind them taking in another kid. Against his better judgement, Techno agrees and ends up with two new foster brothers who he was determined to not get attached to, no matter what.

Tommyinnit’s unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death by eneliii

“I uh,” Tommy starts, not knowing how to break this to the hero lightly. He hates to be the bearer of bad news. “I think your powers are broken? It’s not a bad thing of course, but like, I swear you tried to mind control me and it like, totally failed. Which is fine, honestly, don’t feel insecure. Everyone’s power stop working sometimes… I think.”

Sheesh, this is very awkward. Why is no one else talking? Why is Philza looking at him like he grew three heads? Why is the Blade staring at him so intensely? Why is Willow still frozen?

“Did I, did I hit a nerve? Yikes,” Tommy hisses, “Well um,” He steps back, bracing his legs and bending his knees, “This was like super fun, but I’m - I’mma head out.”

or,

in which Tommy manages to annoy the hell out of Phil, Techno and Wilbur by being both impossible to catch and irritatingly endearing.

or or,

a crack fic where Tommy is a vigilante and Phil, Techno and Wilbur are the heroes hunting him down.

(Feel like I am obligated to say how incredibly funny this fic is. Seriously. I have a distinct memory of sitting on my neighborhood park’s swing, giggling hysterically, while reading this. Well...until the end... but we won’t get into that...)

** bones in the ocean by bunflower

“Your reputation precedes you, y’know.”

“Does it, now?” Philza watches him coyly from where he’s now leaning against the wall, arms folded around his chains and gaze half-lidded, his lips curled in an arrogant, cat-like smirk.

“The Angel of Death, the ferryman of the Styx, the terror of the western seas. One of the most feared captains ever to sail, and yet, I have to wonder… how did a man like you end up all on his own? We searched the area where you were found—not another soul in sight. So,” He fixes him with a long look, allowing the silence to hover like a dark cloud, the words rolling off of his tongue with all the venom and smugness he can muster, “—tell me, Philza. Where is your crew?”

OR: Technoblade is a naval captain, and Phil his unwilling prisoner. Somehow, they manage to come out of it as friends in the end.

(Is this fic considered popular like passerine/Heat Waves now? Cause I feel like it’s reputation precedes itself, at this point... Pirate au.)

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Okay! That’s it for now. Like I said, though, I want to add to this over time and also dig back for some older things I’ve read. Also, if you have any recs feel free to send them in! I’m about to go back to school and therefore might not have time for reading fun stuff, but whenever I get the chance I’d love to check them out!!!

Happy Reading!!

[miss-may-i]

Reminiscing about The Sims

📷 Share how you discovered the sims franchise & the very first sims game you played (e.g. ts2)

I was tagged by @sheepiling so thank you!

The first Sims game I played was, well, The Sims. I had two older sisters that bought it and shared a computer and even though I was really little, they’d help me play. I couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4 at the time so I didn’t know how to spell. They’d put in the rosebud cheat for me and help me name my Sims. My oldest sister really loved building houses for me so I’d always watch her do that. Now that I think about it, that was the only thing us three sisters ever did together as kids. 

I was six when the Sims 2 came out, so a little older. My middle sister had lost interest in the Sims by then so it became my oldest sister and me sharing a copy. And by “sharing” I mean most of the time she would play and I would sit there and watch. But once she started going to college I had more time to play Sims 2 by myself after school. Seriously, the second I would get off the bus I would go right to Sims 2. My childhood sucked and the Sims was a great way to drown out my parents constantly fighting.

For the Sims 2, I would always make my own neighborhood. Driftwood was the templet I always used and would build it from the ground up. I would use a few community lots, but for the most part, I made all the sims and the houses. And my little town expanded further and further as expansions came out. My favorite Sims 2 expansions were Bon Voyage, Apartment Life, and Pets. 

Finally, I was 11 when the Sims 3 game out, and I didn’t even know that it did until I was at Game Stop with my mom getting a birthday present for my brother and I saw Sims 3 for sale with World Adventure. I had a good bit of money saved up from things like babysitting, lawn mowing, selling cans and I never wanted to buy anything, but I did decide to buy the Sims 3. The first time I played it, I HATED it. It was so different from the Sims 2! I couldn’t make a blank world, only Sunset Valley. So I actually bulldozed all the houses and kicked all the Sims out. As you could imagine, it took a long time to completely rebuild Sunset Valley. But then it was finally time to play. Except, when my Sims started aging up when I wasn’t playing them, I pretty much had a mental breakdown. Like all the work I put in was for nothing. After that, I actually didn’t play the Sims 3 for a couple of years and returned to Sims 2.

One day I was talking to my brother about the Sims and I mentioned how I wishes Sims 2 had an open world like Sims 3. So he asked, “why not just play Sims 3 then?” and I said that I didn’t like how the sims aged without you playing them. And well, that’s when I learned you can turn off aging. I’ve been playing the Sims 3 ever since!

For the longest time I didn’t have a set family to play with. The cycle was that a new expansion would come out and I would make a single Sim, playing her until the next expansion came out and I would make a new one. It wasn’t until long after the Sims 3 series ended that I made Julian. The resort feature that came with Island Paradise was one of my favorite things the game ever added. I, of course, would make beach resorts. But then I’d start making bed and breakfasts, cheap motels, and eventually cabin lodges. That was when Julian was created and eventually Miss May I would be born! 

Sims 4 we don’t talk about on this blog.

I’m tagging @wannabecatwriter @desimetto @lumminade @whyhellosims @

[jean-kayak]

Sweet Treat

Summary: Who knew brownies could get you the best dick of your life

Pairing: Ojiro Aran x black!fem!reader

Warnings: (smut 18+!!), unprotected sex, fingering (f.receiving), oral (f.receiving), ass smacking, little bit of dirty talk

Word Count: 2012

A/N: I had this come to me randomly, and I have enough things in my head so enjoy some Aran smut

You were back home, a newly graduated college student working on finding a job, so you were mostly at your parents' house, findings jobs for babysitting or dog sitting to pass the time.

You currently scrolling on your phone, laying on the couch on your back when your mom comes into the room, and you look up from your phone. "Are those brownies for me?" you ask playfully as she stands at the end of the couch, rolling her eyes.

"They're for the neighbors," she says, and you frown at her. "They moved in a little while before you came back home. I want you to go take it to them."

She holds the pan out and you sit up. "Why do I have to do it?"

"To welcome them to the neighborhood, of course," her voice telling you that there's no room for argument, and you sigh as you stand, shoving your phone into the back pocket of your shorts.

You walk over to her, and she hands you the pan with a loving smile on her face and you return it with a sarcastic one that makes her laugh. You make your way out the door, grimacing slightly at the sudden heat on your skin as you make the short walk next door.

You knock on the door before shifting your weight onto one foot as you sigh, realizing that you don't even know if they're actually home. Luckily, you hear the lock being turned, and once the door starts opening, your brain is on autopilot as you hold the pan out slightly, the words like clockwork to you.

"Hi, welcome to the..."

You trail off as your mouth falls open, your arms dropping slightly as your eyes take in the hottest guy you've definitely ever seen in your entire life. Your eyes run down his ridiculously fit torso, his hands in the pockets of his shorts that are totally too small for the size of his thighs.

"Well, hello to you, too." His voice makes you jump, realizing that your eyes were just roaming over his body, and your face flushes warm in embarrassment, and your body follows when you see him doing the same thing with a smirk on his face.

You hold your arms out, lifting the pan his way. "Uh, brownies. My mom made, um--to welcome you to the neighborhood." It's not normal for you to struggle to find your words, but you expected an older couple, maybe, but not a fucking supermodel.

He huffs softly at you, his smirk turning into an easy smile as he takes the pan from you. "Thank you so much. Brownies are my favorite."

His voice is so smooth, deep, and it literally feels like it's running over you as easily as water. When he grabs the pan, his bicep flex, your eye is drawn to it instantly as you chew your lip softly.

"Yeah, no problem," you say, your voice a little louder this time even though you're still not over the initial shock of how good-looking he is.

He gestures his head inside. "You wanna split these? I can't eat 'em all by myself."

"Oh, no. It's fine. You're probably busy or..." You trail off as you wave your hand, and you find yourself already giving in when he chuckles.

"Seriously, it's cool. I'm not doing anything," he reassures, and you respond with a nod as he steps to the side to let you in. You hear the door close behind you, and he's walking past you towards the kitchen, and your eyes start to shut at how good he smells, but then they narrow in on his back, which is nothing but muscle.

"The name's Aran," he tells you as he pulls the tinfoil off the pan, and oh right. You're having not-so-mature thoughts about a complete stranger and you didn't even know his name. "So, what else are you doing besides trying to stay cool during this hot ass day?" he asks after you tell him your name, his question making you chuckle lightly.

"Well, I just graduated college, so I'm working on finding a job right now," you answer, and he nods as he takes an already cut piece out.

"Same here. My parents run a convenience store, and I help out sometimes." He breaks the piece in half before placing them on a napkin. "I'm pretty sure I could get you a spot there," he adds as he turns around.

"Oh, you don't have to do that," you reply as he hands you a piece.

"It's no big deal. Think of it as thanks for the brownies," he offers with a wink, and you respond with a soft smile as you accept the piece.

You notice that he's a lot closer than you remember, and you're surprised you're not drooling over him. Granted, you probably are, but you can cover that up with the baked good.

You eat your half, your eyes staying on his as you watch him eat his half. You find yourself taking a deep breath to compose yourself when he moans around the brownie that he's chewing. "Oh my God, this is amazing."

You chuckle softly as you chew on your piece with a nod. "Yeah, my mom always makes them really sweet," you add, and you gasp softly when he moves closer to you, his arms caging you between him and the counter.

"They are, but," he starts, his voice low as he tilts his head down. "I bet you'd taste even sweeter." Your mouth drops open, your legs squeezing together subconsciously. You can barely find a response but then he's speaking again. "You wanna let me find out?"

His voice seems to be even deeper than before, and you find yourself nodding without even realizing probably still trying to relish in the fact that there's a crazy hot guy standing in front of you, and he just asked if he could eat you out.

You're soon knocked out of your trance when you feel his lips on yours, but your lips are molding together instantly. His hands move from the counter onto your hips before they slowly slide under your shirt, his huge palms warm against your stomach.

You guide his hands down to your shorts as he deepens the kiss, his deft fingers quickly unbuttoning your shorts and working them down your thighs. You're quick to hop onto the counter, and he's tearing your shorts off your legs before pushing you down so your back is flat against the cold surface.

You don't if you jump because of the sudden coolness or the fact that he's already slipped your panties down your legs. He takes a good look at your dripping pussy, spreading your legs a little before diving in.

His tongue is flicking through your folds with tenacity, breathing in deeply before groaning loudly. His eyes stay closed, savoring your taste as he sucks at your clit, bringing his fingers up to slide into your hole. "Fuck, you taste sweeter than candy, baby," he moans, continuing to lick through your folds and at your clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace.

You can barely comprehend what he's saying, your legs closing around his head when he aggressively pushes on your g-spot, your hands weakly attempting to find something to hold onto as your back arches. You don't know how much time has passed, but you're pretty sure this is the fastest you're about to cum.

"Aran--fuck," you try and tell him, but you can't even speak, and he pushes your leg to the side.

"Come on, baby girl, I want it all," he says against your folds, the vibrations only taking you higher. One more push at both of those bundles of nerves, and your back is arching further off the counter as you cum, Aran making sure he gets every last drop.

Your body wants to go limp, but he keeps going, addicted to the way you taste, and your body trembles at the overstimulation. You whine softly, and he finally relents. "Sorry, sweetheart," he starts with a smirk. "You just taste so good."

You huff softly as you look at him, and when he stands up straight, he beckons you towards him with the curl of fingers that are coated in your wetness. You slowly manage to lift yourself on your elbows, and he helps you the rest of the way.

He guides his fingers to your mouth as he licks around his to taste more of you while you lick his fingers clean, yourself the only thing you can taste. "You taste sweeter than those brownies, don't you?"

You nod softly, and he's grinning at you as he pulls them from your mouth, stepping in between your legs again, his face inches from yours. "You gonna let me fuck this sweet, little cunt of yours?"

Your nod this time is quicker. "Yes, please fuck me," you beg, and he's pulling you off the counter, your eyes zeroing in on the massive bulge in his shorts before he's turning you around and pushing your front half flush against the counter.

He pushes his shorts and underwear down his thighs, rubbing his head at your folds as he rubs your back softly. "You ready?" You're nodding quickly, turning your head to look at him, but your eyes are soon closing as you feel him stretching you out. "God--you're so fucking tight," he groans, and he steadies his hands on your hips as he pushes the rest of the way in.

He doesn't move as soon as he bottoms out, but he doesn't deny you when you start bucking back against him. One hand grips your hip while the other twists your hair into his grip, and then he's pulling out until only the tip is in before slamming back into you.

The sound of your moans and skin slapping together filled the kitchen, and he delivers a few smacks to your ass before gripping the flesh in his palm, moving it so that he can watch himself stretch out your cunt. He bites his lip when he sees his dick shiny with your juices, all of it starting to accumulate at the base of his dick and dripping down his balls.

This is the most stretched out you've ever felt, feeling every thick vein rub against your gushy walls just the right way, your legs threatening to buckle. The closer you get to your climax, the more you clench around him, and he abandons the grip on your hair to grab at your other hip, thrusting into you with more enthusiasm.

He throws his head back as a guttural moan leaves his throat, his orgasm building up at the base of his spine fast. "Jesus, baby, I'm close," he rasps, taking another look at your ass jiggling every time his hips meet yours, and he interprets your incoherent moans as you saying you're close too, and he reaches under you to rub wet, quick circles at your clit.

"Go ahead, baby girl, let that sweet cunt milk my dick," he growls, sweat dripping down his brow as he looks at you, and he rams into your g-spot a couple more times, and you're screaming against the counter as you cum hard, your pussy clamping around him so hard, it triggers his orgasm.

He fucks you through your highs, his seed coating your walls before he slowly stops. Your heavy breathing is all that can be heard as he leans down over you, giving you soft kisses as his hands move up over yours, lacing his fingers with yours.

You chuckle softly when he pulls away, still dazed from your mind-blowing orgasm, making him follow. "You okay?" he asks, his lips brushing against yours.

"I'm more than okay," you muse, your breathing still a little ragged, and he smiles widely before kissing you again.

"So," he starts. "You wouldn't happen to have any more sweet treats, would you?"

Fun fact: I have two drabbles planned that take place in the same timeline as this lmfao

Tags: @iwascrybaby​, @mxhriii​, @cinnitsuki​

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Alicia Torrance: Damn Proud to Have Roots in West Virginia

She’s one of those transplants, ya know, who really aren’t from here, so she can’t possibly really know, ya know? IYKYK. She JUST CAN’T understand because she can’t possibly in-the-know all of those thisses and thats only natives know. No way. Now how. Not when she wasn’t in anyone’s second-grade class or on someone’s Pigtails team. Not when she came from somewhere else far from here, because, ya know, that just makes her different. Right? Right. Ya know? But none of that nonsense ever made sense to Alicia Torrance and it never obstructed her from falling in love with Wheeling, W.Va. Once a teenage “greyhound brat,” today she’s a wife and a mother and she sees all sizes and sides of her adopted town as a realtor in the Friendly City area. She shows homes of all sizes – some of which she wants to buy herself – and she makes it personal, too, because she likes to see growth without the pains. That’s why Alicia checks all the boxes, hosts the open houses, and keeps her name and contact information on billboards and taxi cabs. It’s like she’s building her own little city, one by one, with every sold sign. Torrance lived in several states before coming to West Virginia, and that's because her parents were kennel owners in the greyhound racing industry. What do you know about greyhounds that other people should know about greyhounds? I think most people think they are high-strung and would be high maintenance as a pet, but they are actually they are the exact opposite. They run for short bursts a couple times a week, but they are actually couch potatoes when they aren't racing. They really do make the best pets because they stay with their brothers and sisters until they are 16-18 months old and, in most cases, their whole racing career in the same kennel. They interact with humans and kids from the second they are born. I have taken many childhood and teenage naps in the crates at the kennels with the dogs throughout the years while my parents trained them. They also get groomed weekly and "rubbed out" which in the greyhound world with a really in-depth massage of their backs and legs with Trainers Choice (like human icy hot) to help with recovery and check for injuries so they are not running hurt. They really make great pets after retiring!  How many times have you sold a house you wanted to live in yourself? The short answer, A LOT! But honestly, more than I can count on my fingers and probably toes. Each house is different and unique in our area, which in my opinion makes Wheeling such a fun place to look for a new home. We don't have a lot of new builds in our area, so the neighborhoods don't seem quite as cookie cuttter-ish … which I love. I think I fall in love with something from each house I show, and that makes my brain start going … I think, ‘Wow, I could live here and do this and that and make it my home!” I would have to say every time I walk into a 1970s Tri-Level home, I want to put my house on the market the next day! That is definitely my style of home. Torrance keeps her contact information out in the public utilizing social media, billboards, and taxi cabs. When you hear someone in the valley describe a house as a “fixer-upper,” what work usually needs to be performed before the dwelling is “livable” by today’s standards? When I hear someone describe a house in the valley as a true fixer-upper, I think it probably needs brought down to the studs and put back together again. We have a lot of "good bones" in our area. I think of electrical updates, probably a roof, windows to meet today’s standards, etc., but a lot of the older homes have beautiful features such as hardwood floors, crown moldings, baseboards, build-ins and timeless furniture fixtures. Turn off HGTV and bring some of the old back to life in a modern way, think outside of the box, and really make some statements with what was original if you live in a 1900s home.  Why are people moving into the Wheeling area these days? One of the aftereffects of Covid is that a lot of people are now working remotely. So, that means people can move from the big cities, work remotely, make the same salary, and cut their cost of living. Alicia admits she falls in love with certain interior features in the houses she sells in the Wheeling area. What did you love most about growing up in the Wheeling area? I have lived a lot of places growing up with my parents in the greyhound business. When most people ask where I am from, well, I was born in Florida, and raised in Kansas most of my younger life while making pit stops in Texas, Iowa, back to Florida for a year before we moved to Wheeling in the middle of my 8th-grade year. People immediately say oh you are a military brat – LOL – but no, instead, I’m a greyhound brat. I am not going to lie, when our parents told us we were moving to Wheeling, I begged not to come. All I heard was that they are barefoot and pregnant and married to their brothers and sisters, and we know by living here that's not the case!   I love Wheeling. I love this city. I love West Virginia. I bleed Blue and Gold. I think from living around the country, I know the grass isn't always greener on the other side. Wheeling was a safe place for me to live with my family, go to school, hang out with my friends, and there was plenty to do here. I loved weekends out Fish Creek riding four-wheelers and getting muddy, and I loved going to Wheeling Park pool and hanging out with my friends while getting a tan and trying to sneak onto the slide without a wristband. I loved the Wheeling Park dances on the weekend at the ice rink in the summer and the Bethlehem dances at the community center. So, what did I love most about Wheeling growing up? I think what I loved most is that, in hindsight, I was lucky to enough to move to Wheeling and plant my roots here.  Read the full article

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rayne  here  again  !!  with  my  other  muse  who  has  also  been  hidden  away  in  my  brayne .  there’s  a  lot  of  work  and  development  that  she  needs  to  go  through  and  i’m  super  excited  to  have  that  happen  for  her  through  willow  !! 

(   coco  jones  ,  female  ,  she / her  ,  twenty  one  )  $$$  — i'm  pretty  sure  i  just  saw  DESIRÉE  MONET  headed  out  of  the  estate  .  it's  weird  though  …  i  didn't  see  them  with  their  DISPOSABLE  CAMERA  .  i  didn't  know  they  left  the  house  without  it  .  i  feel  like  i  can  never  catch  them   ;   they're  always  so  busy  …  guess  that  makes  sense  since  they're  a  YOUTUBER - STREAMER / INFLUENCER  .  have  you  met  them  yet  ?  they  live  in  JUNIPER  DRIVE  ,  so  you  might've  missed  them  .  i  think  you'd  like  them  a  lot  ,  actually  .  i  swear  their  aura  is  PINK ,  and  that  seems  like  your  vibe  .  maybe  you'll  get  lucky  and  run  into  them  sometime  .  i  can  always  tell  when  they're  coming  up  the  hill  ‘cause  they're  constantly  blasting  BABYDOLL  by  ARI  ABDUL  …  it's  pretty  much  their  anthem  at  this  point  ,  so  if  you  hear  it  ,  you'll  know  they're  around  .  y'know  ,  the  other  day  ,  i  saw  a  tabloid  with  them  on  the  front  page  that  said  "  FROM  FANDOM  TO  FAME  :  HERE'S  DESIRÉE  MONET'S  THREE  TIPS  ON  FOLLOWING  YOUR  DREAMS   “ …  do  you  think  that's  true  ?  guess  we'll  see  what  the  neighborhood  watch  thinks  !   

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full name  :  desirée lorraine monet

nicknames  :  dez  ,  dezzie

age  :  twenty - one

occupation  :  youtuber  (  vlogger  )  +  occasional  streamer  &  influencer

birthplace  :  LA  ,  california

orientation  :  pansexual

lives  in  :  juniper  drive

、 ⠀ ་ ⸼ ⸒ ✴ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  ›

first things first , desirée is the youngest of the three monet sisters with charlotte being the middle and yvette being the oldest . and they grew up as quite a trio . 

with her dad being a cop and her mom being a nurse who never knew how to say no when asked to come in , it was no wonder the sisters grew close over their years spent together growing up . it was the three against the world .

they practically coddled her when she was younger . being a kid growing up with parents who were always gone and with one who always had his life on the line  ( because you never know what could happen in the blink of an eye ) , des was always a little anxious , a little paranoid . her sisters had to reassure her that everything was fine & that their parents would always be home in time for dinner .

unlike her two older sisters , she had never come face to face with their dad’s tough way of loving them . she was the youngest after all , the baby , and that just seemed to make her perfect in the eyes of her father .

their mother swore up and down that she didn’t have a favorite out of her three daughters and it was easy to see that she meant it but with their dad ... he could say he didn’t have one but he never was good at hiding that it was a lie . 

she grew up being able to do no wrong . it didn’t get to her head . she really was a good kid growing up . too scared of her dad being mad at her for getting bad grades so she always kept them up , loved by her teachers , not quite the straight A student but a few B’s here and there weren’t the end of the world .

her teachers did have to have a few conferences with her parents to discuss her bad habit of talking with her peers in class when she should’ve been paying attention . but what can you do ? she loved to talk 

and more than that , she loved to gossip .

that’s exactly how she met her high school best friends and they were the ones who had her kick off her youtube career . well , technically it was their youtube career . yknow , as a collective . 

it started off with her and her four friends venturing abandoned buildings and haunted locations which she had been absolutely crazy about . but as all good things do , it fell apart after they all graduated and went their separate ways . she kept with making videos though . 

with both her sisters being incredibly creative individuals she fell into the habit of comparing herself to them . she couldn’t paint or draw like yvette could and she definitely wasn’t as good at singing ( or writing music ) as charlie . she felt like she was at a standstill with her lack of talents and their multitude of them . so she kept with making videos .

whatever she thought of to film she did --- makeup reviews , clothing hauls , she even had a couple videos of her judging met gala outfits ... she gained a following at a fairly quick pace . 

her all time favorite video that she’s ever done though was when she interviewed her sister charlie . i mean , charlie is her all time favorite person in the world . wouldn’t you be stoked to interview your role model after looking up to them for so long ? i mean like yea it’s different since they’re literally sisters but that doesn’t change the fact that it meant everything to her that she got to make that video with her sister . 

now with quite the number of subscribers and one hell of a following on tiktok , desirée can safely call herself an influencer .

her favorite thing to do though with her career is interview other people . she even has an entire channel dedicated to interviews . and !  she’s even in the midst of starting her own podcast . because let me tell you , this girl truly does love to talk . 

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honestly desirée’s personality can be summed up into two words : she’s sweet .

if you need someone to talk to about anything , she’s your girl . she’s probably one of the least judgmental people you could ever meet because she knows better than to judge people when it’s not her place to .

she likes to talk . not like , love . you could get her going in any conversation and she’ll take you down a rabbit hole until you’re talking about something so far from the original topic you had . 

literally she’s just an extremely friendly person . her biggest fear is knowing there’s people out there that don’t like her because she really does try her hardest to be nice to everyone she meets . even if they don’t deserve it .

not to say that she’s nice all the time --- she’s only human , of course she has her bad days . she’ll snap at you if you catch her on one but i promise you she’d apologize immediately after .

i wouldn’t say she’s a flirty kind of person but she can be quite the romantic if she wanted to be . her standards are high from years of watching cheesy romcoms with happy endings + she grew up with parents who always seemed very in love whenever they were together . can you really blame her for having high standards ?

she’s not the type to actively search out for romance , she just likes being friendly with people yk ?

and to go along with friendly her love languages are acts of service and gift giving so don’t be surprised if she shows up when you’re doing something just to help or do it for you , with a complimentary coffee in her hand for you .

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i know it deep down in my heart that desirée has a pet hamster . i feel it in my bones and it feels right . and he’s named something stupid : hammy ( short not for hamster , but for hamburger )

the one thing des will never walk out of her house without is a disposable camera . she loves taking pictures when she’s out and about because , usually , she’s out with friends not by herself . she always wants to be prepared to catch important moments .

and she’s in the influencer house here in juniper lane . so like there’s that LMFDSKLJF

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Tell me about that house. Their kids, their cats, their lizard. What kind of lizard is it? Does Aunt May watch the kids on date night? Have they been given the most heartmeltingly ridiculously nerdy names? What is MJ up to?

listen here's my lukewarm take but Peter Parker just wants to be normal. He's not a hero because he's looking for glory or praise, he's doing it because he can and therefore should. Spider-Man is not a career, it is a hobby and he's going to settle down one day if he can

So maybe in some universe, Norman doesn't turn himself into the green goblin, maybe Harry goes to therapy and lets someone else run Oscorp. Idk how it happens but Harry and Peter get married and buy a little house in Queens not far from Aunt May and Uncle Ben's place because that neighborhood has always felt more like home to Harry than whatever stuffy mansion Norman raised him in. Harry just adores that there are people present in his life. No matter how late he has to stay up, Peter always comes home to him. He never has to worry about if he's measuring up because Harry will always be enough for Peter.

Now I think Harry Osborn is a cat person and I don't think anyone is going to argue this point. Harry can be outgoing, but he prefers that quiet one on one time. Like people with daddy issues get cats that's just the rules of life. They get the dumbest cuddliest orange cat they can find and they name it flash. I can't explain it, but Peter Parker has reptile person energy. Guys that are into very specific sciences and are genuinely good people have some kind of pet reptile, I've never been proven wrong. I think they'd have a crested gecko because they're relatively low maintenance and they're busy people but they're also so sweet once they're comfortable with you. Also, they love climbing and jumping and I think it'd be really cute if Peter and this gecko just hung out on the ceiling together. Harry tries to get Peter to name it Curtis, this is soundly rejected. They decide to name her Lex after the girl from Jurassic Parker because I don't care what time period the spider-man story is set, Peter is a 90s kid.

Also I think they'd adopt older kids. Because Peter is out here doing superhero shit and every other hero has the heartbreaking backstory of dead parents and being tossed around the system till they get powers or are sponsored by a billionaire. But how many kids are in the same situation but don't get powers or are drawn to the dark side instead of the good guys. And like yeah, Peter started doing superhero shit too young as well, but as he gets older the grim reality of that hits harder. So Harry and Peter foster and obviously they can't adopt every kid that passes through their home, but they want to give them everything they need to build the best life they can, even if it's just for a little bit. The kids they do adopt are already too old to change their names, but they ask for suggestions for their middle names, or maybe their trans and want to change their first name too and Peter suggests Ben and May (obviously) but also just the names of fallen heroes and just normal New Yorkers that have helped Spider-Man throughout the years. Harry is the best dad ever even though is terrified that he's going to fuck up the kids. He's constantly scared of acting out like his father, but he's always there for his kids and they feel comfortable telling him anything and he listens. They have enough money from Harry's trust fund and Oscorp that they're comfortable and finally Peter doesn't have to worry about money, but they don't spoil their kids, mostly because Norman used buying things for Harry as a way to skip actually showing affection. They're an "only getting gifts on birthdays and holidays" family. Peter is a "do your homework" kind of dad and Harry is an "I don't feel like going into the office today so you're skipping school and we're going to the zoo and getting ice cream" kind of dad. Also, Harry is the king of the PTA, he only brings the finest homemade baked goods to the school bake sale. And obviously, Aunt May watches the kids, she comes over uninvited (well, she's always invited of course) to hang out with them and the kids agree, Peter's aunt is way cooler than him.

MJ in this universe is still close with Harry and Peter and you know I'm not opposed to a polycule but maybe she didn't have time to settle down. Maybe her own parents' constant fighting just put her off the idea of marriage and commitment. And of course, she loves Peter and Peter loves her, but they just couldn't mesh like that, but they're still friends. MJ pursues her dreams to become a Broadway actress and she is an absolute star, Peter and Harry go to see her opening night of every show. Eventually, she decides she's meant for bigger and better things. She writes and directs her own plays and musicals, she's the biggest name in the industry and she writes a Spider-Man musical and it's a smashing success. And maybe she and Gwen Stacy have a thing since we're just creating the perfect universe. They all meet up for drinks at least once a month if not once a week. And sure, Harry and Peter are married, but they're friends first and Peter has built a family out of his friends and when he has Harry, MJ, and Gwen all together, everything is perfect.

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Keeping Up With The Hollands | 02

Summary: You and Tom were offered to document your life since you are both famous in the entertainment industry. Now as you got older you left the entertainment industry and head for the medical field. How difficult can it be? Also, did I mention that you have kids?

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Tom got off the bed and sat in the middle, watching his four boys sleep. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he leans down and gave each of the boys a kiss.

"They're angels when they're asleep, but once they get up its chaos.."

He heads straight to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast, wasting no time. He stood in front of the fridge trying to figure out what they could eat. He decided on simple eggs and sausage.

{switch}

In the other room, whines could be heard, Tom heard the noise and enters the room quietly, trying not to wake the others

"Pa, Pa!"

He picked up the boy, give his cheeks a kiss and head to the kitchen.

"Where is Maxton?" Tom asked making the child smile.

"Here"

{switch}

Maxton Rolland Holland: 27 months old

Youngest of the four

The shyiest but artistic one out of the group. Can always be found painting or drawing.

"Here, here I am. Pa"

Max notices the camera in the house, watching them with a curious gaze. He poked his father's back, trying to gain his attention.

"What's that?" He questions, Tom looks around and smiled at what he was pointing at. "Not sure bub, what do you think it is?"

"Dinosaur~"

Tom laughed at that, he put the boy down and watched as he runs to the camera, he watched as Max licked the camera, "Oi, don't lick that. It's not to eat"

Nodding towards his father, he went to poke it instead. Maxton was amazed by the camera.

[ There are so many dinosaurs...]

Max went to the other end of the room and played with the other set of 'dinosaurs'. When the camera moved, Maxton froze, wondering if he was seeing things. He was surprised. He carefully studies the 'dinosaur' He moved around and watched as the camera moves with him.

Feeling a bit scared, he goes to the joint kitchen, to stay with his father. He goes to his high chair and climbs on it. He watched as Tom prepares the food.

"You hungry?"

"Yes"

As Tom scrambles the egg, Max started singing, "Food, food, food, food~"

{switch}

Hearing Maxton's loud singing, Chase got up from his sleep. He sat on the bed, watching the room.

Chase Spencer Holland: 27 Months old

Eldest of the four

The most bold and athletic one out of the four.

Tom came into the room and picked him up, giving him a good morning kiss on his cheeks. "Chase is up"

He carried the boy to the living room watching as Maxton run past him. Chase grabbed the vacuum cleaner from the living room and handed it to his father, he jumped when Tom put it on.

"Let's catch Chase," Tom said as he ran around trying to catch the boy with the vacuum. The loud screams woke up Edward who was now standing by the fence. Realizing that no one is paying attention to him, he shakes up the fence making even more noise.

"Papa! Papa! Papa, open!" Tom quickly goes to the fence and open it, releasing the boy.

Edward Hunter Holland: 27 Months Old

The second child of the four.

The strongest and musical one.

He watched as Edward runs to the camera. Being the mischievous boy he is, he knocked on the camera lens.

"Hey, hey! No. Don't do that" He cheekily smiled at Tom then ran away.

{switch/confession}

"I'm really not sure how Y/N did it...it's only 7:30 and I'm tired"

{switch}

Hearing Tom's yell woke up the last sleeping child. Jacob walked quietly to the fence and stood there watching everyone playing.

Jacob Jaxton Holland: 27 months old

The third child of the four.

The outgoing one, always ready to talk to people.

He watched as his father ignores him and goes into the kitchen.

[ Someone notice me please... ]

Chase, while he was walking he notices his other brother behind the fence. He runs into the kitchen and grabs Tom's attention. He grabbed his hands and carried him to the fence.

"Ah, sorry. I told you to let me know if you're up okay?"

Tom grabbed his four children and carried them to the kitchen so that they could have their breakfast.

After eating, Tom tried brushing the boy's teeth, keyword tried. Maxton and Jake didn't like brushing their teeth. Tom had to lock Maxton between his legs, trapping the boy in order to brush his teeth.

When the boys were dressed, Tom heads into the kitchen to clean up the mess they had made. his room to change into his outwear. While he was doing that, Chase, Ed, Jake, and Max was in the other room playing with their toys. Chase and Jake were in the corner playing with the building blocks while Maxton was in the folding mat laying down. Edward, being the mischievous one, took the end of the mat and flipped it over, turning Maxton over. He then stands on top of the mat, crushing his brother.

Hearing Maxton cry, Tom enters the room and frowns at the scene. He grabbed Edward's hand and pulled him off of the mat, then with his free hand, he went to pick up the crying child.

"Ed, Ed. Stop picking on your little brother. Go hug him, now" Seeing that the boy didn't want to listen, he pushed the two boys together, trying to make them hug. That made Ed cry, not wanting to cooperate, Tom took him into the other room, excluding him from the playroom and put him in the corner.

"Listen. you can not be bullying your little brother. That's not what brothers do. You wouldn't like someone doing that to you right?"

"N-No..."

"Good, now I want you to go inside and say you're sorry" Nodding his head, Ed grabbed Tom's hand and they both head back to the playroom. Tom watched as Ed runs up to his brother and hugs him. Maxton being the soft one out of the four, returned the hug and kissed his brother.

Before closing the gate, Tom turned towards his sons and said. "Don't fight okay?"

Jake slide halfway on the slide while Chase pushed the toy slide, showing off how 'strong' he is. Maxton goes to the corner to play with the stuffed bears they had. Ed was in the corner, playing with the building blocks.

Chase climbs up on the steps of the slide and plays with the buttons on the walls. Jake noticing came and asked him what he was doing but he was ignored. His eyes widen when he saw that Chase was playing with the remote.

"Put it back" Ignoring his brother, Chase kept on playing with the remote. Having enough, Jake climbs the steps and grabs the remote from his brother. Not liking that, Chase grabbed it back which started an argument between the two. Ed watches the two play with the remote.

"You'll get hurt, put it back!" But Chase ignored his brother's second warning. Maxton came over, holding one of the stuffed toys in his hand, climbs the steps, and stood with his other two brothers.

"Bad boy. No no"

Feeling anxious at how quiet the room is, Tom went to check on them. When he saw what they were doing he yelled

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?" The three boys froze, not expecting their dad to come in. "You naughty boys!" Tom pushed back the slide to the corner of the room.

After putting on the other three hat's Tom was feeling frustrated with his second oldest. Ed thought his father was playing with him, so every time Tom would try to put the hat on his head, the boy would move, giggling. Having enough, Tom put the boy flat on the ground and strap him down, locking him, he raised the boy's head and slipped the hat on. Feeling satisfied, he got up, grabbed all of their hands, and headed out the door. They followed their father like little ducklings outside towards their vehicle.

Tom walks out of the house rolling the car train with, Chase, Ed, Jake, and Max on it. He sat on the bike and peddle his way.

"Wow, this is a good workout!" He exclaimed peddling around the neighborhood, he talked about the colours of the grass and the different types of cars.

Tom put all four of his kids in the toy train seats, in order of Chase, Ed, Jake then Max, then he put himself on the bike and peddles away.

As he peddles, he was showing them the different types of objects around the area. Everyone was mostly hearing the yells of Jake and Edward.

{confessions}

"Since I'm an actor and I would need to be um fit for the roles, I'd need to go to the gym, but I have four kids, and it would be difficult trying to take them to the gym, plus it isn't safe, so I had to find another method. This seems to be easier."

{switch}

Tom peddles quickly, feeling the breeze dry his sweaty forehead. He peddles by a bridge that's connected to the park, he slowly rolled up on the bridge then went down quickly, hearing the joyful screams coming from the back.

"Again! Again!" He turned and looked at Ed who had his hands in the air, smiling at the boy he turns around and peddles back on the bridge but this time feeling the pain, panting loudly. His action was gaining people's attention.

Soon they made it inside the park where the bathing fountain was located. He takes out three of the boys and removed their helmets, then handing them a ball to play with. A few fans walked up to him and asked if they could get an autograph.

Chase quickly takes the ball out of his brother, Jack's hand, and runs to the fountain, loving the feeling of the water on his back. Runs Ed and Jack following after.

When he takes out Maxton, he realizes that the boy's diapers were full, "Oh my god, seriously?" He holds the boy and grabbed the diaper bag and heads to the male's washroom.

While he was changing Maxton, Jake ended up wandering off on his own. Chase somehow removed his clothes and was bathing naked, Ed, who didn't want to get wet, came over, trying to sheld his brother's nudity from people.

While Jake was wondering, he ended up talking to a few people, making him laugh at how cheerful and energetic he was, but because of his socializing, he got himself lost.

"Pa?" He questions, he walks to a tent filled with people to see if he was there but got sad when he wasn't, he counties looking around for him.

Tom came out with his youngest son, he looked around as to where his other sons were. He found Chase and Ed together, he quickly grabbed the boy, trying to cover him. When he realized that one of his children was missing he started yelling. "Jake!"

The said boy heard his name and came running towards his father, he fell but got back up and kept running. Seeing his son running, Tom, (also holding Chase) ran to the child, he grabbed him and carry the two back to where they originally were.

He put Jake down who went by Max and started playing, he put Chase on his lap, trying to put on the boy's pants for him. "Keep your clothes on" Nodding his head, he gave his father a cheeky smile.

He put the boy down and took off his socks and shoes he went by Ed who was standing on the side, grabbed the boy and carried him to the fountain, realizing that his son was scared of the fountain, he tried his best to make him feel safe.

He goes and picks up, Chase, the trio were playing until Max came, wanting to be picked up as well, Tom feeling unsure, although he struggled, he picked up the three boys. Then Jake came to him, "You want a lift?"

Nodding his head, he made grabby hands at his dad. Feeling Chase move to his back, Tom picked up Jake amazing everyone around him, started taking pictures of the family.

After a while, it was time to change. Tom took off Maxton's shirt while he was doing that, he noticed that Jake wasn't there. "Jake! Jake!"

The camera switches to the boy, holding a ball running to the girl's washroom. He watched the girl's smiling at them, he smiled back. While changing Max, Chase decided to follow his little brother. They both entertain into the girl's washroom, smiling and talking to them.

Max was changed, then Tom quickly went and change Ed, after changing him, he straps the two on the train then heads off to find his other sons.

"Chase! Jake! God these two will get me old quick. Chase! Jake!"

When the two saw their dad running towards them, they went back into the girls' washroom but were stopped by one of the mothers. Tom thanked them and walked away with his sons, trying to change them as quickly as he can.

After having lunch in a restaurant Tom took his ducklings home and changed them for the evening. Night came and it was almost their bedtime. In the playroom, Tom took out a toy goal post

"Okay so this is a goal post, you kick the ball in it" Ed took the ball and push it in the goal post, screaming happily.

Tom chuckled at the boy's silliness, "No Ed, that's not how you do it bub"

[Tom tries to show them how to play football, for the first time]

He took the ball and ut his foot on it. "You don't use your hands, you use your feet, now look at daddy" Tom starts to dribble the ball "I'm dribbling the ball. Gosh, it's been a while." But he notices his sons weren't paying attention, instead, they were more paying with the goal post and spare ball. When he did try to get their attention, he tried to shoot in the goal post.

He failed.

The only one who really understood the game was Chase since he kicked the ball and it went in the goal post. He patted the boy on his head, then he watched as Max and Ed push the ball in the goal post.

Feeling tired, Tom laid on the ground trying to take a small rest, but that was soon ended when Ed throws himself on his dad's stomach. He covered his head when Jake went to sit on his face. "You guys are hurting daddy, he needs his face"

Feeling a bit annoyed, Jake and Ed went to the camera dinosaur.

[If you won't play with us the dinosaur will]

Max laid his body on Tom's chest, slowly falling asleep to the breathing of his heart. He got up slowly and put Max into his bed, he picked the other three boys from the ground and carried them to their room.

Tom goes to call his wife girlfriend on the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi love"

"How was it? Taking care of them I mean?"

"Ah it was decent, good actually"

"Tom..."

"Alright, so it was a bit difficult but we had a good day today, we went bike riding."

"Okay, is that all?"

"No, you know the park with the fountain? Chase seemed to love it too much. We gotta get that boy to keep his clothes on" You laughed at that, already imgaining Chase running around in public naked.

"Ed didn't like it at all, kept screaming. Jake made a few friends today. Maxton mostly made mud pies for me."

"Really? I expected Ed to be the one to love it, huh."

"I know. I was really shocked."

"Did you put the waterproof diapers on them?" Tom's eyes widen at that.

"What?"

"I bought waterproof diapers to use in the pool."

"That's a thing?!"

"Yes Tom, I told you this before. If you wanted to take them to the pool you could use-don't tell me you use regular diapers?!"

When you didn't hear anything you laughed at him, not surprised that Tom would do this.

"Okay well, next time use them. Hey, I have work for 7. I love you alright?"

"Love you too, sleep well, bye" He hangs up the phone and stared at the picture on his phone screen.

{confession}

"I'm honestly amazed at my wife. When we found out that she was having quadruplets, the doctor strongly suggested that it would be good for both my wife and the babies...if we let two of them go. It was hard. They said it would pressure her heart if she didn't. I couldn't tell her no but.. I didn't want to lose any of them. She said she was going full out, that she wasn't going to give up, so one day I came home, I think we had a month or so left and she was standing there crying. Full-on tears. So I asked her what's wrong and she goes 'It hurts to walk' So..."

Tom had tears in his eyes, he wiped them and continued "I had to pick her up. We cried together. In the car. She was in so much pain, her legs and face were swollen...so many unexpected things happen, I kept asking the nurses if she was going to be alright. They were born a few weeks later, they didn't need to go into this incubator. I'm so proud of my girlfriend. I hope later on I could call her Mrs. Holland" He let out a laugh and smiled at the camera.

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40 little things I love about Israel (AKA the Israel the media won’t show you):

1. Beach libraries! Bus stop libraries! Colorful, well stocked, pop up libraries everywhere!

2. In Israel, the swings at a playground are spaced in a circle (instead of a line) so children can look at one another. It encourages interaction and community - very Jewish!

3. There were mice/bird issues in Israeli neighborhoods so the government released cats to combat the issue. When they realized it had gotten out of hand, vets started spay/neutering and vaccinating all of the stray cats so they’re all well taken care of.

4. There are flowers everywhere!

5. Beautiful graffiti! A lot of it uses the natural texture/shapes of structures to make art. So colorful!

6. A lot of neighborhood streets are themed. There’s a neighborhood in Ashdod that is named after strong Israeli women - my favorite!

7. The respect for the military. We give to those currently serving, we have holidays for those who have fallen in service, and our rehabilitation centers for those injured in service are top notch.

8. There is art - sculptures, mosaics, paintings - everywhere! We even turn useful things (benches, trash cans) into art. Or exercise equipment…like outside…at the beach. All art.

9. Makhtesh! (Mountains that were washed over with water causing them to collapse into themselves, causing massive crater-like valleys)

10. Trees! Someone is born? Plant a tree. Someone passes? Plant a tree. Just want to plant a tree? Plant a tree.

11. Promenades! Also referred to as “teyelet” in Hebrew. Pedestrians, bikes, flowers, cafes. Not sure where to go? Find the promenade and start walking. You’ll figure it out.

12. Jews are from all over the world - and they bring their food with them to Israel. Moroccan? Italian? Yemeni? Russian? Syrian? Slavic? Polish? German? French? Brazilian? Spanish? We have it ALL.

13. Similarly - Kosher? Pareve? Vegetarian? Vegan? Gluten-free? Israel’s restaurants typically have options for each and/or are very amenable to making changes when they can.

14. Super diverse geography! Mountains? Deserts? Beaches? Forests? Cold weather? Warm weather? YUP.

15. Public transportation is very efficient. You really don’t need a car. It’s also extremely affordable so there’s really no reason *not* to use it.

16. This one will blow your mind: religious tolerance! Does Israel have a lot of Jews? Sure! It also has Muslims, Christians, Atheists, etc. Israel prides itself on being very knowledgeable/aware/respectful of different religions and beliefs and caters toward each in the government, education, military, etc.

17. Museums! So. Many. Museums. Indoor, outdoor, UNDERWATER. All the museums!

18. Free in vitro-fertilization programs! (Healthcare in general is amazing)

19. There will be rosemary and sage that just grow wildly near the road? And you can pick it and cook with it? And we do? Often.

20. Such varied communities of Orthodox Jews. Hasidic Jews are such a small subset in the Orthodox community. They all have different traditions and appearances. It’s really wonderful.

21. Simchat Torah is a party in the streets. Honestly, all Jewish holidays just hit differently in Israel.

22. Salads. Colorful salads! Savory salads! Sweet salads! For those of you who are weary of Salad culture, Israel will change your mind. We eat salads at nearly every meal.

23. We have the best coffee. That’s it. We just do. (Our coffee and cafes are so good that Starbucks doesn’t survive in Israel. Who needs it?)

24. Lemonana. Or lemonade with mint. Just trust me.

25. The Dead Sea. Come see it/experience it before global warming makes it disappear!

26. Prisoners can vote in elections! We even have polling places in prisons to facilitate this. We actually put polling places in many places to ENCOURAGE voting by all Israelis.

27. The siren on Yom HaShoah. How the entire country of Israel comes to a stop no matter what they’re doing.

28. The views. There’s always a mountain you can stand on to see the ocean, the skyline, the desert.

29. There’s always new and old parts to cities and they somehow blend together really well. Israel is full of so much history and the Israeli people continue to build on that without disrespecting the past.

30. Sheirut Leumi AKA an alternative to compulsory military service that allows young Israelis to serve Israel in different ways ie. working at Independence Hall, explaining Israel’s history to tour groups, and any other visitors.

31. So many options to volunteer! Food pantries, hospitals, nursing homes - giving back to the community is a key tenet in Judaism and is common in Israel. (Our bus stops have monetary donation boxes!!)

32. The shuk aka the massive open-air market in Jerusalem. Google it. It’s magical. (There are a lot of shuks throughout Israel but the most well known and largest is in Jerusalem.)

33. Banks are like works of art? They’re architecturally stunning? It’s like being transported back in time. Even newer banks are built in older styles.

34. So many parks and botanical gardens. And they’re all FREE!!!

35. Halva. I could eat pounds of it.

36. The sunsets. Nothing compares.

37. Universities are fun to visit? All are welcome. They often have tours open to the public and they’re designed with that in mind.

38. Our money has braille on it! And we have a theatre that is dedicated entirely to the deaf and blind communities. How cool is that?

39. Light shows. We like to light up buildings and we hold events showcasing lit fountains and other light adorned structures. I don’t know but it’s a big thing.

40. Kosher everything! Kosher glue on stamps! Kosher food fed to animals at the zoo! Kosher McDonalds!

[spices-and-cherries]

Don’t make me wait (James Bond x Reader)

This was a request by the lovely @iamcavainna​! I’m so sorry it took so long, but life was being a bit rough. I also wanted to at least try and make this good, so I thought that it would be better if I took some time with it... There is a fluffy ending!

I did not reference race, gender, sexuality, or physical appearance. If I missed something, please let me know so I can change it! 

Warnings: drinking wine, a gun, angst, anxiety, mentions of potential accidents that could happen in a snowy mountain

It’s not uncommon for your partner, James Bond, to be traveling abroad for weeks on end. While it can get lonely, he does try to call regularly from whichever hotel he’s staying in. After a while, you became used to it. Why? Late or not, he always kept his promise: 

I’ll be back.

The last time he had called, he had said that he wouldn’t be able to contact you for a week at most due to a strenuous business conference at a ski resort in the Alps. Seeing as this was normal routine for him, you thought nothing of it and just reminded him not to accidentally hurt himself (yet again). 

But today, you’re worried. In fact, you’ve been worried for five days straight. It’s been over a week - eleven days to be exact - and now you feel as though something is off. 

Had he flown off the side of a cliff? Did he get lost? Was he trapped under an avalanche of snow?

James had given you an address to go to in case of emergency, but would this be the right time to use it? How can you be sure that you’re just not being paranoid? And if you did go, what would you say? James has never taken you to his place of work and barely talks about his colleagues, so who would you even be speaking to?

Hundreds of panicked questions circle your mind as you pace around your living space, phone in one hand and address in the other. You had barely slept the night before and hadn’t eaten all day. 

You missed James. He’s been gone for almost a month now and no number of phone calls could replace the feeling of his warmth on his side of the bed. His laugh, his miserable cooking, his rough hands...  You needed all of that and more back at home next to you. So you had to go. 

You check the time. It’s just before four o’clock. If you hurry, you just might catch someone on their way out.

---

Without a second thought, you slip on your coat and hurry to the closest bus stop. The trip there was a bit of a haze, between the times you were navigating and transferring. The haze dissipates pretty quickly as you walk up to what was supposed to be some office building and not a glamourous apartment complex with a Rolls Royce being unloaded in front of the main entrance. 

You have to double and triple check the address written down and your GPS on your phone. It seemed to be the right place...

Tentatively, you walk into the lobby, feeling very out of place and small. The floor looks like it all marble and there’s a little fountain in the middle of the space.

Anxious, you manage to sign yourself in at the front desk. There were some complications due to your ID, but after a quick phone call, it was sorted out and you were free to go up. You speed-walk to the elevators, feeling like someone was watching you. Looking around, you didn’t see anyone but the uptight attendant you had just spoken to making another call. The elevator doors open and you walk in. 

As you get closer and closer to your destination, you feel more anxious and your palms start to sweat. You furiously try and dry them as the doors open into what looked to be someone’s home. 

And that someone was straight in front of you.

“Who are you?” She was an older woman with short, salt-and-pepper hair and a fitted pantsuit.

“Uh...” You hear the elevator doors close behind you. There’s no escaping now.

“Well? I don’t have all day, you know.”

“My name is (Y/) (L/N)... I think my husband works for you.” One of her eyebrows raised. “Uh, he said that in case of emergency that I come here...” You pull out the piece of paper and she takes it. “I don’t really have anything urgent, but he’s unusually late in checking in and I-”

“Good lord.” She muttered furiously after scanning the note and crushes it.

“Pardon?” You ask, somewhat alarmed by the unexpected response. 

“Please, have a seat.” She waves to a chair and you comply. 

“Do you know-”

“Your husband? Yes. He’s one of my men.”

“Men?”

“...Well I can see that that fool did follow my order for once, not that it makes much difference...”

“I’m not sure I understand...”

“Normally, you wouldn’t have to.” She sits down across from you. “What is it that Bond told you about his job?”

“...Well, he’s one of those people who are the intermediaries between large company deals...?”

“Close. In reality, he’s the exact opposite.”

“I don’t-”

“Bond is an agent trained in the art of infiltration in order to stop certain kinds of ...businesses from expanding more than they already have. In short, your... husband... is an international spy.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“But that is not the issue here.” She stares at you with eagle eyes. “The issue is this address. Did Bond give it to you?”

“Yes!” You squeak - to say you’re terrified would be an understatement. “He said to come here in case of an emergency while he wasn’t home.”

“And the emergency is?”

“It’s been over a week since he last called. He promised that he would contact me once the week ended. He’s five days late. He’s never late for that long!”

“Right.” She rests her head in the palm of her hand as if she were dealing with some trivial issue. “Has anyone seen this address or followed you here?”

“No one has seen it and I don’t think so?”

“You don’t think so or you don’t know?” She snaps, but her face softens after seeing the look on your face. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Do you - do you know where James is?”

"...We know just as much as yourself. It seems the only thing that man is good for is causing me trouble.” She was standing up again and pacing.

“Is there anything I can do to help? I have this awful feeling that something happened!”

“I am afraid not. We are already doing all we can.” She sighs. “...Did he tell you anything last time he contacted you?”

“He said he was going to a ski resort with a client in the Alps...”

“Nothing else?”

“Not that I can remember.” She takes a good look at you, then turns away. 

“We were told the same. Any longer and we’ll may have to consider him MIA.” 

“MIA?” You feel slightly faint. “Is - is he in danger?”

“If he wasn’t he wouldn’t be doing his job.” You slump back into your seat, unsure of how to take all this information in. Not only has your husband lied to you about his profession, but that profession is putting him in danger!

“Is there anything you can tell me?” You start fiddling with your hands. “I don’t think I caught your name...”

“That would be because I didn’t tell it to you. You may call me M.” 

“Right.” You nod awkwardly. “Seeing as all this is top secret and I’m-”

“A civilian.”

“...What’s going to happen to me?”

“That would be for upper management to decide. Though it shouldn’t be anything too harmful. Bond was the one who brought you into this, after all.”

“Will he be fired?” Alarm rushes through you at the thought. 

“Oh no,” M looks at you with surprise. “James has done much worse than this. They’ll just give him a light spanking and send him off. He’s too good to be let go of.” She looks at you with a penetrating gaze. “Too damn good.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” You smile awkwardly. “In all honesty, this whole situation is a bit much for me.”

“I can imagine.”

“Does this happen with James often?”

“Missing a check-in or finding out about secret marriages?”

“Missing check-ins?”

“Yes, yes it does. Although it seems as though he contacts you more than us. It’s been two weeks since he last called in. It does seem like he’s taking longer than usual...” 

---

Out of supposed security concerns, M told you to stay with her until James comes back. As a compromise, she sent some people to keep surveillance in your neighborhood and on your flat. Of course, this meant a couple of days (or more) living with this mysterious woman. M never talked unless necessary and most certainly did not bring her work home. While she trusts you enough in her home, she cannot afford anything leaking out, no matter how harmless.

That being said, she did try to update you on any word (or lack thereof) from your husband. The more time past, the more anxious you became. You could no longer sleep and M would find you in your room just staring at the ceiling. You had confided in her just once about how much you were missing him when you had one too many glasses of wine. Despite your loneliness, you really did try and keep strong. If the two of you were eating together, you’d ask her questions about your husband’s job. M couldn’t answer more than half of them, but did try to help shed some light on this new side of James. 

She couldn’t go into a lot of details, both due to how classified it all was, but because she thought that James should be the one to explain everything.

On the third day, M had informed you that James had sent a message. It was short and didn’t disclose his whereabouts, but you were so relieved that your knees just about gave out from underneath you. 

He was safe.

He was safe and that was all that mattered to you. Several more days would pass before you’d be reunited. 

---

It was the dead of night and, like usual, you couldn’t sleep. M wasn’t home - she said that she would be late - so you had eaten by yourself. While her suite is beautiful, you can’t help but wish that you were home in your little flat. You used to be annoyed about how much the building settled or your neighbors snoring during the night. Now, the lack of noise unsettles you. However, every noise you do happen to hear makes the hairs on your arms stick up.

Especially when you hear the elevator open awfully early in the night.

Somehow, you knew that it wasn’t M. Maybe it was because you didn’t hear her toss her handbag on one of the chairs or that her usual heels didn’t sound like they should. Either way, you had to make sure that everything was okay. You quietly get out of the bed and grab an empty wine bottle. 

Carefully, you slowly twist the doorknob to ease the door open by just a crack. You can just make out a figure that was much bigger than M shuffling around her desk. Unsure of what to do and not wanting to blow your cover immediately, you stay right where you are. He - for it was most definitely a man - straightened himself out and proceeded to make himself comfortable in one her chairs with his back towards you. 

Why would a burglar make himself at home?

As he begins to pour himself a glass, you gently open the door wide enough that you could slip through it. You bless your lucky starts that it doesn’t squeak. 

One, two, three, four steps forward when suddenly two unexpected things happen at the same time.

The man had gotten up, spun around and pointed a gun at your head. 

The elevator doors open to reveal M.

“Good heavens! What is happening?” You watch M hurry in, throwing her bag on a chair. “Bond! Put the gun down!” Your head snaps back around. The look of surprise and alarm was reflected in your husband’s bright blue eyes. You drop the bottle and it shatters. His gun was swiftly tossed aside. 

“James.” You choke back a sob as you run into his arms. He hugs back just as fiercely. 

“(Y/N).” He softly tucks your head into his shoulder and seems to relax in your arms. 

“I missed you.”

“I know.” 

“While this is awfully touching, you have a lot of explaining to do, Bond.” James lifts his head when he hears M say his name. 

“Ah. Yes. I forgot you were here.” You didn’t need to see M’s face to know the look of annoyance she was most likely sporting. 

“Just sit down.” M snaps, but you can tell that it’s half-hearted. James lets go of you, but grabs your hand as he sinks down into the couch. You curl up on his side, his hand still in yours.

You would never know what it was that the two talked about after that because you had fallen asleep as soon as your head settled on his shoulder. 

When you woke up, it was bright out and you were on the couch. Your pillow shifts, making you do a double take. Your pillow was in fact an arm. You shift to your other side and find yourself face to face with your husband’s sleeping face. Gently, you caress his face then plant a kiss on his cheek. 

“That’s hardly what I would call a good afternoon kiss.” James smirks, suddenly wide awake.

“Afternoon?”

“It’s just after one.” He gently pulls you closer to him. “Now, don’t make me wait more than I already have...” 

“That makes two of us, doesn’t it-” You kiss him squarely on the mouth then pull back - much to his obvious displeasure. “-Mr. Secret Agent?”

Needless to say, the two of you would take the time to talk things out and bring everything (that’s not classified information) into the light.

I tried really hard with this one, so I hope you all enjoyed it! I kinda feel like the start and the end were rushed... I plan on doing some Jake Lonergan headcanons this week, so that will be fun. Please feel free to send me ideas or requests! It might take a while for me to finish it, but I’ll try my best!

- Simpy