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[misspygmypie]

A Tiny Tifosi?

Part of the "Meet & Greet... and more?" Universe Pairing: Lando Norris x Noah, Lando Norris x reader, Lando Norris x Baby Maebry, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz appearance Words: 1562 Request: Lando and yn taking mae and noah to a grand prix, but mae seems to favour other cars over her dad making lando jealous and upset. Masterlist

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Lando Norris had been eagerly counting down the days until this Grand Prix race weekend. It wasn’t just about the thrill of competition or the chance to showcase his racing skills. This particular weekend held a special excitement for him because it was an opportunity to share his high-octane world with Maebry for the first time. The stands were already packed with enthusiastic fans when Lando, accompanied by Y/N, Noah and Maebry navigated through the paddock.

Noah, ever the curious and energetic child, tugged on Lando’s hand. “Dad, can we go see the cars up close later? It’s been so long since we’ve been at a race!”

“Of course,” Lando, trying to mask his own excitement, smiled down at his son. “I’ve got a whole itinerary planned for you guys. We’ll see the cars, the pit lane and maybe even meet some of the other drivers. It’s Mae’s first visit so I have to make it special!”

Y/N, holding said girl securely in her arms, couldn’t help but notice Lando’s extra bounce in his step. “I think you’ve got your priorities straight,” she said, chuckling. “This is a special weekend indeed.”

Lando was eager to introduce his family to his colleagues and teammates. He had been looking forward to showing Maebry, who was just old enough to be fascinated by the colorful chaos of the Grand Prix, what his world was all about. The smell of gasoline and the roar of engines were like a symphony to Lando and he hoped Maebry would catch a bit of that magic.

When they finally arrived at Lando’s car, which was gleaming under the sunlight, he carefully lifted Maebry from Y/N’s arms and held her tiny hand up to the car’s sleek livery. “Look, Maebry, this is Daddy’s car. Isn’t it amazing?”

Maebry glanced at the car, then her attention darted to the car next to it. Lando’s heart sank as he saw her little eyes light up at the sight of the rival’s red machine. The Ferrari was practically winking at her with its bright red paint and Maebry was enchanted.

“Oh, come on,” Lando muttered under his breath, his smile twitching. “It’s just a car. Mine has more... character!”

Maebry giggled and reached out eagerly for the Ferrari. Lando tried to stay upbeat. “Maebry, sweetie, Daddy’s car is super fast and cool. It’s the best car here,” he said, his voice rising to a pitch that would make any public speaker proud.

Noah, who saw his sister gleaming at the red car, had to intervene. “Daddy’s car can totally beat that Ferrari in a race! It’s like, super duper fast,” he said, his McLaren pride clearly showing.

The girl, however, continued to be mesmerized by the Ferrari, her tiny fingers reaching towards it as if she was trying to pull it into her little world. Lando’s smile faltered completely and he felt an irrational pang of jealousy. “Why is she not into my car? Is it the color? I don't understand, it’s basically the superhero of cars!”

“She’s just discovering new things, Lando. It’s probably just the bright color. Ferrari does have a certain appeal,” Y/N tried to reassure him and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

Lando tried to laugh it off but it came out as more of a strangled chuckle. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just add ‘bright red’ to my car’s next upgrade, Zak will love that.”

As the race began, Maebry clapped her hands and squealed with joy as the engines came to life. Lando was focused on the track waiting for the race to start, determined to give his best performance but every time he glanced over at Maebry in the paddock club overlooking the pit lane he saw her pointing towards the rival car. It was like a constant reminder that his daughter had developed an unexpected crush on Ferrari.

Noah, meanwhile, continued to be Lando’s most enthusiastic cheerleader. “Go, Daddy,” he shouted, waving his flag energetically. Lando appreciated Noah’s support but every enthusiastic shout from his son felt like a band-aid on the gaping wound of his jealousy.

The race progressed with Lando pushing himself to the limit. He performed admirably, navigating the track with the precision and skill he was known for. However, the nagging thought of Maebry’s fascination with the Ferrari was a persistent distraction. It was as if every turn he took was accompanied by a mental image of Maebry gazing longingly at the rival car.

After the race, with Y/N, Noah and Maebry in tow, Lando approached the Ferrari motorhome. He tried to keep his spirits high, even as he recalled how he’d set up this meeting days earlier without a clue that Maebry would develop an almost magnetic fascination with Ferrari.

He took a deep breath and tried to mentally prepare himself. He hoped the sight of his friends Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz would help take his mind off the day’s earlier frustrations.

The Ferrari motorhome was a hive of activity, filled with team members, fans and the occasional stray driver who had wandered in for a post-race chat. Charles and Carlos were engaged in animated conversation with a few of their team members, their faces lighting up with the energy of a good race and a job well done.

Lando, trying to appear casual despite the slight tinge of envy still gnawing at him, waved energetically. “Hey, guys,” he called out, his voice a bit too cheerful, like someone trying to overcompensate for a bad day and he cast a quick glance at Y/N when he heard her stifle a laugh next to him.

Charles and Carlos looked up from their conversation, their faces breaking into genuine smiles when they saw Lando and his family approaching. Charles waved back enthusiastically. “Hey, Lando! Great to see you all, come on in!”

Noah, bouncing with excitement, stepped forward. “I have so many questions for you two!”

Charles laughed, clearly enjoying Noah’s enthusiasm. “We’ve got time. We will answer all of them!”

Lando shifted Maebry in his arms so she could get a better view while trying hard to keep his cool. “Maebry, this is Charles and Carlos. They’re really good friends of Daddy’s.”

Charles and Carlos turned their full attention to Maebry. “Hi, Maebry,” Charles said with a warm smile. “It’s so nice to meet you!”

Carlos added, “Do you like racing, Maebry?”

Maebry’s eyes widened as she looked around, then her gaze locked onto the Ferrari logo on the side of the building. Without hesitation she pointed at it with the excitement of a kid who just discovered chocolate.

Lando’s heart sank even further. “Seriously? I might need to get her a McLaren onesie and start over.”

“Looks like we’ve got a tiny Tifosi on our hands,” Carlos said with a playful grin and exchanged an amused look with Charles. “Ferrari is pretty iconic.”

“That’s a great choice, Maebry,” Charles added. “Ferrari is all about history and passion, it’s hard not to be impressed.”

Y/N gave Lando a sympathetic look. “She’s just discovering her favorites. It’s perfectly okay and it doesn’t mean she doesn’t love your car.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Lando forced a smile, though he still felt a twinge of disappointment but he didn’t want to make a scene in front of his friends. “I just wanted her to be excited about my car, too…”

Carlos, noticing Lando’s subdued mood, decided to lighten the atmosphere. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small Ferrari keychain. “How about a little keepsake for Maebry?”

Maebry’s face lit up and she eagerly reached for the keychain. Lando, trying to suppress his feelings, joked: “Maybe I should just repaint my car Ferrari red and call it a day.”

“Don’t worry, Lando,” Charles clapped Lando on the back, “we’ll make sure she knows how awesome McLaren is too.”

As they chatted, Maebry continued to admire the Ferrari keychain, her attention completely absorbed by the small emblem. Lando watched her intensely, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. His daughter’s fascination with the rival team was a hard pill to swallow but he couldn’t deny the joy on her face.

With goodbyes exchanged and a few more photos taken, Lando’s family left the Ferrari motorhome. Maebry clutched her new keychain, her face beaming with happiness, while Noah chattered excitedly about the day’s events.

Later, as Lando carried a sleepy Maebry on his shoulder, her little fingers holding onto the Ferrari keychain and a souvenir flag, he felt mixed emotions. Despite the day’s earlier frustrations, seeing her so content and peaceful made his heart swell but he was still jealous.

Y/N looked at Lando with a knowing smile. “You did great out there and Maebry had a blast, even if she’s got a bit of a rivalry going with your car.”

“I guess she’ll have her favorites just like everyone else. At least she had fun,” Lando chuckled softly, shaking his head. 

Noah, still buzzing from the day’s excitement, grabbed Lando’s hand. “Dad, you were awesome! Even if Maebry likes the other car, you’re still the best!”

“Thanks, buddy,” Lando said, squeezing Noah’s hand. “That means a lot.”

As they walked to their car Lando glanced down at his daughter. Maybe one day she’d appreciate his car’s greatness - or at least learn to love both Ferraris and McLarens.

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AN: This request made me chuckle so hard lmao I had so much fun writing this!! (Also, the irony of me writing this after the past weekend 😭)... Anon I hope you like it and if not let me know and I can rewrite 😊🫶

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[ptergwen]

Hi there, I'm SO HAPPY YOUR BACK! I was wondering if you could maybe write a Tom Holland Peter Parker x fem Stark reader based on this prompt?: You’re unconscious after a mission gone wrong, and Peter’s voice shakes as he desperately calls your name, when Tony comes. If you don't want to do it, its ok

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warnings: mentions of blood, angst (happy ending!)

a/n: hi lovely thank you sm! you guys know i love my angst so i felt very in my element with this one hehe, thanks for the patience while i get used to writing again! feel free to keep sending in your reqs and chatting, i love hearing from y'all and will answer asap ♡

"y/n? it's over, i got him. i’ll come find you, okay?"

you don't answer.

"y/n/n? can you hear me?"

there's only silence on peter's end of the headset. peter isn't worried, not at first. he figures maybe you just got disconnected.

"y/n?"

nothing.

now that peter hasn't heard from you on the third try, he is starting to worry. the two of you had gotten separated during your mission. the plan was for you to distract your opponent and peter to web him up, but you lost him somewhere along the way. it was hard to stick together in the dark, twisty tunnels. he'd thought it would be best to take care of your opponent himself and find you after.

tony is going to kill him if he let anything happen to you. it's okay, though. he can just use his suit to track your location.

"friday?"

"yes, peter?"

"take me to y/n."

peter swings through the tunnels to get to you faster. friday guides him, which he's grateful for because he doesn't have a great sense of navigation as is. it's even more difficult underground. peter lands where friday tells him to, but he doesn't see you.

"are you sure this is where she is? i think she might've lost connection... maybe her location didn't update."

"y/n's watch is online, peter."

peter notices something on the ground, its blinking light catching his attention. he picks it up. sure enough, it's your stark tech watch, but where are you?

"would you like me to check again?"

peter makes out a figure a few feet away. it isn't moving. he takes a few steps toward the figure, reaching for his mask.

"that's okay. thanks, friday."

he removes his mask to see better, brows knitting together. something doesn't feel right. peter's senses confirm it, the hairs on his arms standing up and eyes focusing harder in the darkness. in peter's head, he already knows it's you. in his heart, he hopes it isn't.

peter crouches down and puts a hand on the figure's shoulder, rolling them over to face him.

it's you.

your spandex suit has some rips in it, and dirt is coating your back. your mask is pulled up part of the way. peter takes it off, revealing blood dripping down your forehead, your eyes just barely open. tears roll down your cheeks. peter cups your face tenderly in his hands, eyes desperately searching for yours.

"oh my god, baby, what happened?"

"that guy."

your voice comes out weak. despite the blood and tears staining his gloved fingers and the tightening in his throat, peter does his best to stay calm.

"what guy? the one we were fighting?"

"yeah."

"he did this to you?"

you hum in response. peter props an arm behind your head for support.

"it's okay. everything's gonna be okay."

"but... it hurts."

"i know, baby. but you're gonna be okay. we're gonna get you home and..."

your eyes flutter closed.

"hey, hey, hey. look at me."

peter strokes your cheek, willing you to stay awake. you grunt.

"tell me where it hurts so i can take a look. can you do that for me, y/n? where does it hurt?"

"my head. on top."

peter carefully parts your hair, searching for the source of your bleeding. there's a damp patch of hair near the top of your head. he moves it aside and finds a gash. it's small, but fairly deep. he doesn't think he can handle this on his own; he needs to tell tony.

"i’m gonna call your dad, okay?"

you don't respond. your eyes are closed when peter looks for them.

"y/n? you have to stay awake."

you don't say or do anything to indicate that you hear him. tears prick peter's eyes, threatening to spill over. he doesn't know much about head injuries, but he knows this isn't good.

"please wake up, y/n/n."

peter grabs both your shoulders and shakes, hard enough that it should wake you. nothing. you seem to have slipped into some sort of an unconscious state.

your watch starts to beep with an incoming call from your dad. peter accepts it with a shaking hand.

"friday tells me your vitals are suspiciously low, little lady. what's going on?"

peter fights to keep his tears at bay. he cradles your head with one hand, placing his other on your heart. he needs to feel your heartbeat to remind himself you're still here.

"it's me, tony."

"kid? where's y/n?"

a quiet sob escapes him, tears finally falling. tony doesn't need to hear anything else.

"i’m on my way."

it doesn't take long for tony to get to you and peter. he comes whirring through the tunnels, retracting his iron man suit when he lands. you lie on the ground, your head in peter's lap. you'd woken up shortly after peter spoke to your dad, but you aren't really responsive. peter is cradling your head gently in both hands and whispering words of reassurance.

he's so focused on you that he doesn't even notice tony is there until he feels a hand on his shoulder.

"what happened, kid?"

tony kneels down next to peter.

"i... i don't know. the guy we were fighting... i didn't see, i think she hit her head."

"okay, okay. let me see the damage."

tony uses his watch to illuminate the dark area. there's dry blood all around the crown of your head, in your hair. it's worse than he expected. he doesn't let it show, though. he doesn't want to alarm you any more than you already are, or peter for that matter; he's a mess.

"i found this."

peter moves your hair to show your dad the wound on your head. tony shines the light on you to get a better look. concern flashes in his eyes briefly, but long enough for peter to see it.

"friday, call the med bay. tell them it's my daughter."

"yes, boss. it appears y/n may have a concussion. i've detected a large contusion."

you bring a hand up to your head, trying to feel the wound. peter coaxes your hand away with a don't touch, baby. you try to say something, but you can't. you're in too much pain. your dad and peter share a knowing look.

"we'll be there soon, fri. make sure they're ready for us. and call happy, tell him to pick us up asap."

"i’ll let them know right away, boss."

a bright light shines directly in your eyes, making you stir a bit in peter's lap. you whine and squeeze your eyes shut. fresh tears fall down your cheeks.

"it's okay, it's okay. it's just your old man."

you squint your eyes open.

"dad?"

"hey, y/n/n."

"what... what're you doing?"

"just gotta take a look at something. look up?"

you try to open your eyes again, but your eyelids feel heavy. tony holds one of your eyes open himself, then the other. he clicks his tongue.

"what's wrong? is she okay?" peter asks your dad.

"pupils are bigger than they should be. still reacting to light, though. that's good."

"what does it mean if her pupils are too big?"

"friday's right. she could have a mild concussion."

the light turns off, your body finally relaxing. peter's body stiffens.

"that's serious, isn't it?"

peter looks from tony to you, stroking your hair and cupping your cheek, then back up at tony. tony can see the fear in his eyes.

"it shouldn't be, the bleeding just gave us a scare. we'll know more when we get her home."

you grab at peter's knee. he places his hand over yours, thumb smoothing along the back of your hand. you look around the tunnel with blurry vision.

peter doesn't like the uncertainty of this. they don't even know the extent of your injuries, just that they might be serious. he knows you're going to be okay, that tony and the med bay team know what to do and you'll bounce back from this because you're you, but he's scared. you've never been hurt this badly before.

"happy's got our location. he'll be here as soon as he can," tony tells you, voice uncharacteristically soft. you blink your eyes in response. "how long is that gonna be?" peter asks.

"i’m not sure, kid."

hot, frustrated tears fill peter's eyes.

"we can't just wait around anymore. she's been like this for a while."

"trust me, pete. i don't like waiting either."

"then let's just bring her back ourselves."

tony gives peter a stern look.

"let's not."

"why not? it's faster if one of us takes her. i’ll swing her there right now."

peter is already scooping you into his arms, preparing to pick you up. you groan at the sudden movement. tony removes you from peter's arms and takes you into his own protectively.

"i said no. we're not flying her home, and we're definitely not swinging her. it isn't safe."

peter stays quiet, blinking back tears.

"you've gotta remember, y/n isn't like you. she doesn't have powers. for the stark's, it's just us out there."

he knows tony is right, of course he is. he forgets how vulnerable you actually are because you're always so strong. riding home with happy may take longer than peter wants it to, but it's safer for you. he needs to think about your best interest. putting other things first caused all of this in the first place.

if peter had found you earlier instead of finishing the fight, maybe he would have been able to get you help sooner. maybe you wouldn't be in this bad of a condition.

"i’m sorry, tony. i’m really, really sorry."

"no biggie, i get it. you're just looking out for her."

"no, that's the problem. i wasn't."

"what're you talking about?"

peter can't hold back his tears any longer.

"i wasn't there when y/n got hurt. it must've happened when we separated. when i found her, she... she was already like this."

"hey, kid. don't do that, don't blame yourself. you didn't know."

"i could've known if i paid more attention. i could've heard, or... or maybe she said something."

peter avoids tony's gaze, too ashamed to look at him, and too guilty to look at you.

"everyone gets caught up, pete. hell, you know i do. but you know what? you're here for y/n now, and we're taking care of her. that's what matters."

"you mean, you're not mad at me?"

tony surprises him by outstretching an arm and pulling him into a side hug. peter manages a small smile, wiping at his watery eyes.

"do i seem mad?"

"guess not. thanks."

tony pats him on the shoulder.

"time to go. happy'll be here any minute."

"okay, i’ll go ahead of you guys so you can see where you're going."

peter starts to collect your things while your dad helps you up. you're disoriented, head pounding, and you stumble a bit because you don't quite have your balance. tony is quick to catch you.

"easy, y/n/n. you're alright, yeah?"

"i want peter."

"he's right here, just leading the way. i’m gonna help you."

"no, i want peter."

peter's heart clenches. he looks to your dad for permission.

"alright, parker. i'll trade you. but be careful, she's precious cargo."

tony lets go of you, but he stays close just in case. he takes your things from peter. you fling yourself into peter's arms, hiding your face in the space between his neck and shoulder. peter hugs you to his chest. tony smiles at peter and nods in approval, making peter smile back.

"i got you," peter coos. "are you gonna need help walking, or you got it?"

"i dunno, i'm dizzy. carry me?"

"sure, baby."

peter picks you up bridal style, one arm secured under you and the other supporting your head. you loosely wrap your arms around his neck.

"can you stay with me when we get there?"

peter kisses the side of your head lightly.

"i’m not going anywhere."

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[satoruhour]

how nanami would react to you (his wife) being needy when he comes back from work pls <3

a/n: hehe / 1.6k

warnings: f! masturbation, pleasure dom nanami, pet names, usage of sex toys (vibrator + dildo), nanami listens in for a bit, clit stimulation, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, face-sitting, clothed sex, a bit of degradation, p → v penetration, riding, cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, implied second + subsequent rounds, n*sfw under the cut

“honey?” nanami calls out to the seemingly quiet home. there’s no sounds coming from the kitchen, which is a normal occurrence for you, pots and pans clanging in a rush to make sure dinner’s ready before your husband returns, even after he insists that there’s no hurry. but of course, he’s overtimed for quite a while, leaving the office around 7.30, so he doesn’t think it’s weird that you aren’t in your usual apron and slippers.

but he doesn’t smell dinner, either, the faded fragrance of whatever it is you planned to make wafting through the house; nothing. and then fear takes over as nanami scours the place, dress shoes clicking uncomfortably on the floor reminds him of an explosive — maybe you’ve been taken hostage, maybe you have a bomb attached to you, but the further he enters into your home, the more he doesn’t hear the matching sounds of a timer against the heel of his shoe.

it’s more of a low hum, when he finally ascends the stairs. one step by one step, nanami gets closer to the source: an unceasing buzz of a toy, and your quiet whimpers muffled by the duvet, the thrashing of your legs and the squelch of your dripping cunt as it sucks in your dildo. your husband internally sighs in relief, but he kicks out the previously terrifying vision before and focuses on your sounds.

“ken— s-shit…” nanami wipes his sweaty palms on his slacks, sparing a glance to the dick print already showing through the fabric and thinking if he should respect your space to let you finish or if he should just offer to help. ah, nanami, always the caring husband, but he knew chivalry would only make you more needy, so he sounds a quick rapt on the door and opens it, arriving to the sight of his pretty wife spread out so nicely.

“ah! what- kento!” your hair is tousled all over, some sticking to your skin. with chest heaving, you try to catch your breath as the toy you’ve been using dies out, clearly not able to take your multiple lacklustre orgasms. from the door, nanami’s eyes shift down to your cunt, wet and soaking the sheets, your cute apron swiped to the side. his eyes soften just a little seeing your fucked out expression, and even more so at the way you don’t cover yourself—

nanami makes you feel so damn good about your body that you have no room for insecurity and he thinks you look like an absolute goddess like this, imperfections and all. the soft pleas leaving your mouth is just the cherry on top.

“hey sweetheart… need some help?” and he feels his heart clench when you nod shyly and mutter a soft ‘please‘, hand reaching for his once he comes close enough to the bed. your husband goes in for a passionate kiss, twining his fingers with yours as the other sifts through your hair. it’s always vulnerable with nanami, laying down and pulling you atop him easily.

“no, baby,” nanami has one hand on your middle to stop your hips from moving, brushing the hair that falls out from your barely-together bun behind your ears, “want you to sit on my face. can you do that, sweetheart?”

“but what if i…” you pout, holding the hand that fumbles with your hair, pressing a soft kiss to his open palm.

“aht, aht, what’d i say about worrying about me?” nanami just smiles, ready to suffocate between your thighs, at the mercy of your sweet arousal. he nudges you forward as you scoot up his body knee by knee, until you’re hovering over him. he can smell you from here, puffy clit jutting out from how many times you’ve cum rubbing it. just after are your folds, leaking pure nectar that starts to pool; his tongue laps it up before it drops. “i’d be happy to perish if it was your pretty little pussy suffocating me.”

you roll your eyes even when his words had a clear effect on you, “since when were you so dramat— f-fuck!” nanami dives in without warning, licking and sucking your clit with his tongue, eyes closed from enjoying his meal. your lover groans, pulling you down more and more although you still subconsciously hover, “put your weight on me, princess. do it.”

nanami plunges his tongue into your hole, nose nudging your clit and it’s the one thing that gets you releasing your hold on your thighs, choking out mewls of desperation as you grind down on his face. soon, your hands take hold of his blonde hair, too, tugging on him to get him deeper. there’s a sharp inhale from below you and you meet his eyes, the stoic, dead look and yet you know the look of the overflow of love and lust for you anywhere — it can only be found in nanami kento’s eyes.

“k-kentoo… feels s’good…” you moan, pulling your weight back to support yourself with your arms, with the intent to land a hand on his aching dick. you squeeze, earning a low groan from the other at your sneaky move and he removes his mouth from you for a second.

“sneaky lil slut, aren’t you?” nanami laughs breathlessly before latching back onto your pussy, sending vibrations through your body when you press down on his cock once again. he loves it, hips lifting off the bed to meet your hand, while yours ground down on his relentless tongue.

“dirty baby… mhmp— my pretty, pretty wife sitting here, frilly apron and all,” nanami reaches up to turn your face down towards his, “fucking herself while i wasn’t home. i’m not sure if she deserves to cum.”

you immediately whine, the prospect of being denied your orgasm makes you delirious, abandoning your initial mission to tease as you switch to grinding your lower half into nanami’s face. “kento— i wanna cum, p-ple— oh, fuck!”

his tongue has descended to your hole, his thumb rubbing your clit instead. the sensations are too much, back arching and legs closing in around your husband’s head. “’m close— can i c-cum, please? please please mmfh—”

he could never hold you back from what’s natural, after all, he loves seeing you come apart, moans stuck in your throat and skin glimmering with a slight sheen of sweat — he’s memorised how you cum at this point, and you do just that when your thighs thrash around his head, hips stuttering as you come undone.

“cumming—! ’m cumming, ’m cumming!” you cry out his name, riding out the delicious high. nanami doesn’t stop his ministrations, helping you through your climax until you’re pushing at his shoulders because you’re so sensitive. 

nanami is far from done, though, helping you to scooch back down as he sits up, capturing your lips in a slow kiss. you taste yourself on his mouth, cumming so much that when you pull away, there’s a string that connects your lips together and nanami has to compose himself.

“you okay?” you wordlessly nod, making quick work of his pants, hearing a relieved sigh escape from the other when his cock is finally out. he has a pretty dick, always in awe before you have to take him, but you do it with no problem, the mushroom tip stretching your hole as you sink down on him. you’re so wet that your juices are dripping down his shaft, easing your way down as he mumbles praises in your ear, sending the hairs on your arm standing when he lets out a guttural groan once he bottoms out.

“there’s my girl… taking me so fuckin’ well,” nanami pecks your forehead as you start to move, arms looped around his shoulders for stability as you bounce on his cock, cries of his name interrupted by your moans. “feel so tight for me, shit.”

“’s all for you, kento,” you babble, tits bouncing as you make work of your hips. your thighs feel like cramping, your core is aching, but nanami’s fat cock just feels so good in you, filling up every part of your cunt that you can hardly give a shit, “my pussy’s y-yours… ah!”

“yeah? mine for me to cum in?” nanami wraps his arms around you, both of you falling back though it doesn’t stop your man from thrusting up into you. it’s so deep, hitting a spot that you let out a loud whimper, body limply sagging against your husband’s as he continues to ram into your poor, little cunt. with each thrust, there’s the slap of his pelvis against your ass, your cum making webs that connect his hips to your core and he’s groaning about how you got so tight from wanting to be filled.

“ye—yeah, yeah, wan’ your cum, kento,“ you mumble with a whine, your second orgasm approaching while your let him ruin you, cumming on a particular thrust that has your body tensing and muscles spasming, profanities and obscene sounds falling from your mouth before the man below you grunts.

“good girl, t-take my cum, baby,” nanami whispers, receiving drunken ‘yes’s’ from you and his thrusts halting before his eyes are rolling back, spurting his seed into you. he releases deep into you, thick ropes of cum that fill up your pussy until it’s spilling out from the sides. “that’s it…”

but while nanami is ready to receive your drowsy, lovestruck state, you have other plans, sitting up just a little while your hips continue to bounce on him. small pants leave your mouth, the sloppy, lewd sounds that your pussy makes only spur nanami on again, holding your body close to his while he promises to take care of his wife like a good husband does, indulging in your indecent desires, fucking you like a good girl and pumping you full of his cum until it’s all you can think about.

[kathlare]

hopelessly devoted to you

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: On Valentine's Day in New York City, Lando and Amelie share an unforgettable evening together, filled with playful teasing, romantic surprises, and quiet moments of intimacy.

Wordcount: 3.4 k

Warnings: none

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February 14th, 2025 - New York City, NY

The familiar hum of Lando’s PC filled the room as his stream finally went live after months of silence. The chat immediately exploded.

HE’S BACKKKKK HOLY SHIT IT’S BEEN 84 YEARS THE GOAT RETURNS 🐐 BRO WHY YOU LOOK ALL FANCY WTF Wait… is he dressed up? Where’s the hoodie??

Lando chuckled as he adjusted his headset, glancing at the chat with an amused smirk. He was dressed up—black button-down, sleeves rolled up just enough, watch on his wrist, and his hair actually styled instead of the usual curly mess. The only thing that kept him looking somewhat casual was the fact that he was still wearing his gaming headset.

—Alright, alright, chill out,— Lando said, grinning at the flood of messages. —Yeah, I know it’s been a while. Sorry for ghosting you guys. Life’s been busy, racing, traveling…— He trailed off, not mentioning the very obvious reason why he had been a little too preoccupied to stream.

LIFE = AMELIE, JUST SAY IT BRO NO HOODIE? NO HAT? WHO ARE YOU bro this is not a gaming stream this is a pre-date stream THE BUTTON DOWN??? yeah he’s got a date fr

Lando rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the smirk on his lips. His chat knew him too well.

—Yeah, yeah, alright. Maybe I do have plans after this. But let’s just play some Tarkov first, alright?—

He loaded into the game, trying to focus, but the chat would not let him live.

He’s gonna die in five minutes. Calling it. Imagine sweating in Tarkov while dressed like that LMAO nah but he’s actually blushing tho, this is insane bet Amelie picked out the outfit

Lando laughed at that last comment, shaking his head.

—Actually, no. I picked this one myself, thank you very much. But she does like this shirt, so, you know… points for me.—

The game started, and for a few minutes, Lando was focused, making callouts and looting, his usual game face on. Then...

—Lan?—

The voice came from behind him, soft but sweet, and very familiar.

Lando instantly turned in his chair, and the chat went absolutely feral.

Standing at the doorway was Amelie, already dressed up for their date night. She was wearing a stunning baby pink dress, fitted in all the right places, her hair styled effortlessly, makeup done perfectly. She looked unreal.

Lando’s mouth went a little dry.

—Holy fuck.— The words left his mouth before he could even stop them.

Amelie smirked, stepping closer. —Do you like it?—

Lando just stared for a second, then let out a slow, exaggerated breath.

—Chat, I’m in trouble.—

LMAOOOO HE’S DOWN BAD BRO GAVE UP HIS WHOLE SOUL IN 2 SECONDS BLUSHING BLUSHING BLUSHING HE DIDN’T EVEN THINK, JUST “HOLY FUCK”

Amelie leaned down, resting her hands on his shoulders as she glanced at the screen.

—Oh, are you live? Hi chat!— She waved, grinning, and the chat exploded even more.

HELLO QUEEN OUR MOTHER HAS ARRIVED Amelie just casually ending this man’s whole career with a dress Bro went from FPS mode to full simp mode so fast

Lando tilted his head up to look at her, still a little dazed.

—Ames, you can’t just walk in here looking like that. I have a stream to do.—

Amelie raised an eyebrow. —Oh, do you? Because it looks like you’re completely useless right now.—

Lando blinked, glanced back at the game—where, sure enough, he had just been killed because he had completely forgotten to move—and groaned.

—Fucks sake.—

DEAD. HE’S LITERALLY DEAD. Amelie walked in and this man forgot what gaming was Bro you’re fighting for your life rn This is embarrassing for you, Lando

Amelie laughed, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head. —Well, don’t take too long, cariño. Our reservation is in thirty minutes.—

She turned to leave, but not before Lando caught her hand, pulling her back just enough to look up at her with a grin.

—You’re actually trying to kill me, huh?—

Amelie smirked, leaning down until their faces were just inches apart. —Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.—

WE CAN HEAR HIS HEARTBEAT WTF NOOO THIS IS TOO MUCH bro is down astronomically “baby” oh we’re so back

Amelie finally left, and Lando sat there for a second, still looking toward the door like he was processing what just happened. Then, slowly, he turned back to the screen.

—Alright, chat. Yeah, I’m ending stream. No fucking way I’m sitting here playing Tarkov when that is waiting for me.—

AS YOU SHOULD KING DROP EVERYTHING AND GO W STREAM W MAN W GIRLFRIEND Go be a lover boy, we support it

Lando grinned as he ended the stream.

Yeah. Best decision he’d ever made.

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f1wagsgossip: 🚨| Lando and Amelie were spotted out in New York last night for a very romantic Valentine’s Day dinner. ❤️👀

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landomegafan: HE LITERALLY LEFT MONACO TO SPEND VALENTINE’S DAY WITH HER. That’s real love, idc.

f1tea: Not them being all cute and couple-y in NYC while we sit here surviving off this ONE blurry ass photo 💀 → speedyboi44: @f1tea seriously, we get this after waiting ALL DAY?? Do better, paparazzi.

mclarengossip: The way they went from “we don’t even talk anymore” to “flirting like teenagers in public” is actually insane. → gridgirlxoxo: @mclarengossip Right?? They were pretending they were strangers, and now he’s looking at her like she hung the damn moon.

lando.amelie.fp: Lando’s first Valentine’s Day as a public simp and he’s THRIVING.

f1fangirl23: Okay but I need DETAILS. Were they holding hands? Did they kiss? Were they giggling like idiots?? HELLO??? → pitlaneprincess: @f1fangirl23 All we got is a single blurry pic where they aren’t even standing next to each other. I hate it here.

notafan69: This is giving PR relationship. Sorry, not buying it.

f1wagsunite: Can we talk about how Amelie used to say she wasn’t into dating drivers and now she’s literally with Lando??

daymanfanclub: She deserves a man who adores her, and honestly, I’ve never seen Lando look happier. → queenamelie: @daymanfanclub FR. She’s the best thing to ever happen to him, and I need him to act accordingly.

lando4everrr: Bro, they went to the most romantic restaurant in New York on VALENTINE’S DAY and this is all we get??? A blurry ass Bigfoot sighting??

obsessedwithamelie: We saw Lando SIMP IN 4K ON STREAM and now you’re telling me we can’t even get ONE good pic of them actually together?? I’m SICK. → amelieupdates: @obssesedwithamelie We got a man literally losing his mind over her in real time and somehow this blurry pic feels like an attack.

stopwastingtime: I just feel bad for Lando. He was always so private, and now he’s dating someone who loves attention. → bestielookinward: @stopwastingtime Private??? LANDO NORRIS??? The man who was streaming his entire relationship five minutes before this???

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The restaurant was dimly lit, the golden glow of candlelight reflecting off the polished silverware and the deep red roses adorning each table. It was the kind of place meant for romance—intimate, luxurious, and absolutely perfect for their first proper Valentine’s Day together.

Lando and Amelie were seated in a secluded corner, away from prying eyes, but not away from each other. If anything, they were impossibly close—Lando’s arm draped lazily around the back of Amelie’s chair, his fingers occasionally playing with the strands of her hair, while her hand rested on his thigh, tracing absentminded patterns over the fabric of his trousers.

Lando leaned in, his voice low and teasing as he nuzzled against her ear. —You do realize you’ve barely looked at the menu, right?—

Amelie hummed, tilting her head slightly to give him better access. —I already know what I want.—

Lando grinned. —Yeah? What’s that?—

She finally turned to face him, her green eyes twinkling mischievously. —You, obviously.—

Lando groaned dramatically, letting his head drop onto her shoulder. —Ames, we’re in public. You can’t say shit like that.—

Amelie giggled, running her fingers through his curls. —Oh, poor baby. Are you blushing?—

He lifted his head, his expression mock-serious. —First of all, I do not blush. Second, if anyone should be flustered here, it’s you. Because let’s be honest, you haven’t stopped staring at me all night.—

Amelie scoffed, even as her fingers continued to thread through his hair. —Can you blame me? You look disgustingly handsome tonight. It’s actually quite rude.—

Lando smirked, sitting up a little straighter. —Yeah? You like the shirt?—

Her gaze flickered down to the black button-down he was wearing—the same one from earlier, now slightly more unbuttoned, because Lando never resisted the urge to undo a couple of them as the night went on.

—Mhm,— Amelie murmured, toying with one of the open buttons. —Makes you look like trouble.—

Lando’s smirk widened. —That’s funny. You told me earlier that you like trouble.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the way her lips curled into a smile. —Shut up and kiss me.—

Lando didn’t need to be told twice. His hand slid up to cradle her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was the kind of kiss that spoke volumes, the kind that said I love you without needing the words.

When they finally pulled apart, Amelie exhaled softly, resting her forehead against his. —You taste like wine.—

Lando chuckled. —You taste like trouble.—

—Again, you love trouble.—

Lando grinned. —I do. Especially when she’s in a pink dress and looking like the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.—

Amelie’s heart stuttered in her chest. She bit her lip, but her smile still broke through. —Careful, Norris. If you keep talking like that, I’m going to have to keep you forever.—

Lando leaned in again, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth. —Good. That’s exactly what I want.—

Before Amelie could respond, their waiter arrived, clearing his throat politely. Lando reluctantly pulled away, though he kept one hand resting on Amelie’s thigh beneath the table.

They placed their orders—steak for Lando, pasta for Amelie—and once the waiter disappeared, Lando turned back to her, his eyes filled with that familiar fondness that made her stomach flip.

—Can I just say…— He laced their fingers together, bringing her hand up to his lips. —This is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.—

Amelie’s expression softened. —Me too, Lan.—

He tilted his head, his lips brushing over her knuckles. —Kinda crazy, huh? That we’re actually here, doing this properly? After… everything.—

She squeezed his hand. —We were always going to find our way back to each other. You know that, right?—

Lando smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. —Yeah. I know.—

And in that moment, with the warmth of her hand in his, the soft glow of the candlelight between them, and the undeniable certainty that she was it for him—Lando realized something.

He didn’t just love Amelie.

He was completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with her.

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f1wagsgossip: 🚨| Spotted: Lando and Amelie arriving at The Plaza Hotel after their very romantic dinner in NYC last night. 🥂✨

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f1fangirl2000: NOT THIS BLURRY SHIT AGAIN. HOW HARD IS IT TO GET A DECENT PICTURE?? At least we got them together this time, but come on… we deserve better.

teanotlikingit: Omg we get it, they’re dating. Can we move on now?? All this attention for literally no reason... → f1hater: @teanotlikingit Yeah, who cares. Why is everyone obsessed with their every move? Feels like overkill.

bitterf1fan: Why is this such a big deal? It's just another rich, good-looking couple doing the same thing everyone else does. Not impressed.

f1tea: I’m just here waiting for a better quality picture, because this blurry mess isn’t cutting it. 🙄 → pitlaneprincess: @f1tea Same, I’m about to photoshop them together myself at this point.

f1shipper: Honestly, she makes him look like a whole different man—my dude is glowing next to her.

paddockwhispers: Just imagine them in that hotel suite after dinner... 😏 Yeah, I’m definitely not going to be able to sleep tonight. → f1gossipdaily: @paddockwhispers Someone’s definitely getting some tonight…

bitterfangirl: Nah, this whole thing still feels forced. It’s all for the publicity, I’m calling it.

starletfan: I love how their friendship is still so strong even now. It’s the perfect balance of flirty and comfortable.

gridgirlgossip: Okay, so we finally get them together in a picture, and it’s STILL this blurry? Like, what are we doing here? 😩 → popculturebabe: @gridgirlgossip Can we get a photographer that can do their job properly, please?

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The bright lights of New York illuminated the night as Lando and Amelie walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, the weight of paparazzi cameras flashing as they made their way into the grand entrance of The Plaza Hotel. The sound of cameras clicking and flashes lighting up the street was almost deafening, but in that moment, neither of them cared. They were together, and nothing else mattered.

Lando leaned closer to Amelie, his lips brushing against her ear. —You’re glowing tonight, baby.—

She grinned up at him, her fingers tightening around his hand. —Stop it, Lan. You’re making me blush again.—

—Wouldn’t want that to happen. Wouldn’t want anyone else to see how much I’m obsessed with you,— Lando teased, his voice low and warm. He could see the playful spark in her eyes, the one she always had when she was around him, and it made his heart race.

As they entered the lavish lobby, the bellman stepped forward, greeting them with a courteous smile. Lando nodded, giving him a small wink as they made their way to the elevator.

Once inside the privacy of the elevator, Amelie turned to Lando with a mischievous smile. —I’m guessing this isn’t just a casual stop. What’s going on, Lan?—

Lando smirked, his hand sliding down her back to rest on her waist. —You’ll see in a minute, Ames.—

The elevator door opened with a soft chime, and Amelie stepped out, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor as they walked down the plush hallway.

When they reached the door to their suite, Lando swiped the card and led her inside, making sure she couldn’t peek.

Amelie gasped when she stepped into the room, her eyes widening in surprise. The room was decorated with elegant touches—rose petals scattered across the floor, candles flickering softly on the bedside tables, and a bouquet of red roses sitting in a vase on the coffee table. The soft glow of the lights made everything feel intimate, like it was just for the two of them.

Lando stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips as he watched her take it all in. —Surprise, baby.—

Amelie turned to face him, her eyes searching his face. —You did all this? For me?—

Lando’s grin was slow, his eyes filled with affection. —Of course, Ames. You deserve this. You deserve everything.—

Amelie’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he had a romantic side, but this was next level. She swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper. —Lan, this is... this is so much.—

He shrugged, his fingers brushing through her hair as he stepped closer. —You’re worth it. I wanted tonight to be special.—

Amelie chuckled softly, her gaze flickering to the bed, where another surprise awaited. A tray of chocolates, champagne, and two flutes rested on the bedspread, next to a handwritten note that simply read: For the most beautiful woman in the world.

—You really went all out, huh?— she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Lando chuckled, stepping closer so he could hold her face in his hands. —You have no idea, baby.—

Her hands cupped his face in return, and for a moment, all the noise in the world faded. It was just the two of them, lost in their own bubble of affection and love. —You’re unbelievable, Lan. Honestly.—

He kissed her then, slow and soft, his lips lingering on hers as he pulled her in closer. Amelie could feel the heat between them, the chemistry they had always shared, intensifying with every second.

When they pulled apart, Lando’s voice was a husky whisper. —I know what I want tonight, Ames. You. All night long.—

Her lips curled into a sly smile as she pressed herself against him. —I’m not saying no to that.—

—Good,— Lando replied, his hands roaming down to her waist as he pulled her closer, their bodies aligning perfectly. —Because I’m not letting you out of this room for the rest of the night.—

Amelie’s laugh was soft but full of meaning as she looked up at him. —You really want me that badly, huh?—

—You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Ames,— Lando murmured, kissing the side of her neck. —Don’t you know that?—

She shivered slightly, the warmth of his breath sending a thrill through her body. —I do now.—

They didn’t need to say much more. With one more passionate kiss, their hands were all over each other, the clothes soon discarded in a rush of heat. Lando’s lips left a trail of fire down Amelie’s neck, and she arched into him, unable to get enough of him. She had never felt so wanted, so completely adored, and in that moment, she knew nothing could come between them.

Tonight was just for them, their connection deeper than ever, and Lando wasn’t going to let go. Not now, not ever.

[lanadelnegan]

Omg I love your work so much, I check your page everyday to see the stuff u post and I love it!!! Could you maybe write some fluff for a reader that’s feeling a little depressed, and negan just is a real sweetheart to them and just wants to see them be happy? Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

Hiiii love, omg that is so kind of you. I'm sorry for being inactive lately and for this taking so long. School and work have been so busy but I'm trying!

The Notebook

Negan x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: Negan plans a romantic movie night for the two of you after you've been feeling down. No smut, just fluff and Negan being sweet and gentle with you.

"Y/n… Negan wants to see you."

You let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling as you tried to ignore Simon, hoping he'd take the hint and leave.

“Y/n?”

“I heard you.”

Simon stood at your doorway, waiting for you to get up but to his surprise, you remained still. Unwilling to move an inch from the bed you’ve been glued to for a week.

“Tell him I’m not in the mood.” You mumbled, flipping over on your side to face the wall.

Moments passed and just as you were starting to drift off, you felt arms slide underneath you, lifting you off the mattress and into the arms of your Savior.

“Negan… what are you..”

“Shhh, baby. Don’t ask questions.” You felt his lips press into the top of your head as he carried you down the hall and to his bedroom.

When you got to the room, he gently set you down and you rubbed your eyes before looking around and seeing candlelight and rose petals spread across the dimly lit room.

“Negan.. What is this?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I - I do, but to be honest.. I’m really not in the mood for..”

“For your favorite movie and some cuddling?” He asked innocently, holding up The Notebook dvd.

For the first time in a week, you managed to smile.

“Let’s get you showered and cleaned up first, yeah? Then we’ll relax and I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. Sound like a plan?” He asked, sliding his hand along your cheek before leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

A tear rolled down your cheek when you closed your eyes to kiss him. You tried looking down, but his finger caught your chin, tilting it up to meet his gentle gaze.

“Baby, look at me. I want you to be happy. No more tears tonight, got it? Too fuckin' pretty to cry.” His thumb wiped the tear off your cheek as he gave you another soft peck on the lips.

“Come on..” he said, and you felt slightly embarrassed at the fact that you hadn’t had the energy to shower recently. But Negan made you feel comfortable and unashamed, so you relaxed a little, letting him lead you to the bathroom.

Once he locked the door, he walked closely to you, gently pulling your shirt over your head. His gaze lingered on your exposed chest for a moment too long, but he kept his promise and comments to himself as he focused on guiding your pants and underwear down your legs. Once you were both naked, you stepped into the hot shower and he followed behind you.

You moaned softly as the water fell over you, washing your sadness away. He squeezed some shampoo in his hand before lathering it in your hair and massaging your scalp, tilting your head back under the water.

"I fuckin' love you, doll. You know that right? I'm here any time you wanna talk."

"I don't wanna talk, Negan. Just being here with you is enough."

"Well, my door is always open for you, baby."

Once your hair was rinsed, he pulled you closer, pressing your bodies against each other as he held you tightly. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his hairy chest.

"Total transparency? I am tryin really hard not to get fuckin hard right now."

You giggled, glancing down between the two of you. "You're not doing a very good job."

He chuckled, looking down with you. "Sorry, doll. He has a mind of his own."

He finished rinsing you both off, and helped you step out of the shower. You felt much better now that you were clean and wrapped in a soft towel. You both got dressed, wearing the same thing - one of Negan's t-shirts and a pair of his boxers.

"You look so much better in my clothes than I do. And considering how incredibly sexy I am, that says a lot." He gave you a flirty wink, making you blush and roll your eyes. "Now get your cute ass in my bed while I put our movie on."

"Yes sir." You said happily, falling into his bed and curling up under the covers. After turning off the lights and starting the movie, he climbed into bed with you, immediately pulling you into his arms and snuggling you.

"Aren't you tired of this movie?" You asked him. "I've made you watch it a hundred times."

"And it puts a smile on your face. So I'll watch it a hundred more." He said softly, kissing the top of your head.

You giggled, scrunching your brows. "When did big, bad Negan turn into such a romantic?"

"After watching The Notebook a hundred times I guess."

[changingplumbob]

Dating Deanna -Final contestants

Sims who do not have a post of their own that will be joining us!

CW: Mentions of pregnancy loss

Kay Barkley by @daedriyth

She was with a man right out of highschool and was pregnant. It was a rough pregnancy and she had to have the baby via c section due to birthing complications (hence the scar). She lost the baby, and the guy blamed her for it and left her. The necklace she wears has her baby’s ashes in it. Her little girl was named Sienna Barkley, her last name and not the man’s. She only takes the necklace off when she plans to be intimate with another sim, otherwise it stays on. Its her most precious possession. The guy had convinced Kay to start a new life with him, so she’s nowhere near her family and misses them deeply as she’s a family oriented sim. She misses the hustle and bustle of a filled house. She loves baking!!! Her favorite holiday is Winterfest because she loves baking treats. She wants to learn more about gaming. Her favorite color is purple. Red is her natural hair color. She’s naturally a kind sim but will go to war for those she cares about. She’s thought about adoption more than once. She likes horses. She finds rockets fascinating and would love someone to teach her about them. She’s always in for a good laugh.

Yasmine Greenwood by @fallin4fiction

Yasmine Greenwood calls Evergreen Harbor home. Where else can she run through the smog, find precious treasures in the dump, and live freely amongst the (bar)flies? However, after focusing on cleaning the outside world, Yasmine realizes she now has to clean her inner world. She is looking for someone to love her for herself and be her partner in environmental advancement and Ever After.

Posy Valentine by @invisiblequeen

Once upon a time, not long ago, Posy was a contestant on Love Island: Tartosa. She thought she'd found the one and left in high spirits. Five years later, she's a popular producer for some of your favorite artists, she's a style icon on trendi...and she's newly single. As scarred as she is from the breakup, you'd think she'd never open her heart to another again...

Elise Agro by @invisiblequeen

Elise spent her college years traveling the entire world, looking for her purpose in life. After years of living in everyone else's shadow, she was ready to get out of town and broaden her horizons. As wild and fun as it's been, Elise has started to miss home, and just moved back into a small apartment to find more of herself without anyone's expectations looming over her. Maybe she'll find her special someone there, too... or maybe she'll wind up taking another trip to Tartosa?

Alaina Osborne by @hashimasims

She is an aspiring actress who left her hometown of Twinbrook to try to make it big in Del Sol Valley, disowning her family in the process who said it would never happen and she'd come crawling back home after a month. She was already a failure to them when she started bringing women home as well as men to meet the family. Now it has been five years and though she had to grudgingly take a waitress job at a grungy dive bar so she could pay the rent of for her tiny 250 sq ft shoebox of an apartment, her snobbish self would never let herself admit that maybe her family was right. When she found out she had been chosen for the show, Alaina quit her job and left everything behind in the hope of another new beginning. After so many failed relationships and Watcher awful dates over the years she's starting to believe that romance doesn't actually exist only lust and sexual need. She does hope that maybe she could find "the one" in Deanna but hopes that if not she can use this show as a stepping stone to get into the TV and Movie business.

Nathalie Carrillo by @berrysims-lp

Nathalie, well, she doesn't really know what she wants from life. It's not for lack of trying though! She's been on the move the last few years bouncing between jobs, never finding one she wanted to commit to. Between working in resorts and restaurants, between selling bracelets and beans, she hasn't found something worth sticking to. Could love be the thing to stop her constantly changing mind, or will the commitment of a filming contract be too much?

Big thanks to my ghostwriters @abbysimsfun and @sleepyselkiesims who are helping me out with some of these!

[djarinova]

"Am I your lockscreen?"

jean kirstein x gn reader

content - modern au, fluff, jean calls reader pretty, jean gets embarrassed when you look at his phone words - 1k

"Do you seriously think you have better moves than me, Kirstein?"

Jean tilts his head, but keeps his eyes focused on the screen, not wanting to let your taunting get to him. 

The two of you had been engaged in a close battle of video games all afternoon, currently playing a 3 round game of tennis on the Wii to decide which one of you gets to choose the place you'll order food from for dinner. 

"Babe, just watch this serve and you'll be eating your words." He brings his arm back in preparation for his tennis serve. "Just like you'll be eating Chinese food for dinner!" 

Jean ends his sentence with a whoop, clearly already planning his victory as he prepares to undergo what he assumes will be his final few swings. 

The first swing is his serve, a nice and solid start in which he had you leaping to cover your end of the court. 

"You know if I win this set I win the entire match, right? It's match point, baby."

You scoff, trying your best to ignore him. 

His second swing has your heart beating frantically, and even though your eyes have been trained on his every move on screen, you still almost miss it—managing to save it by the skin of your teeth. 

"I love you baby, but there ain't no way I'm letting you win right now."

And he's right. His third swing is his most forceful yet, and you're pretty sure he almost let go off the Wii remote—thank god you told him to use the remote straps. 

You groan the second your Mii misses the tennis ball, but it's drowned out by Jean's incredibly loud, and giddy, cheering. 

"Wooooooo! Aw yeah, ah ye— did you see that, babe?—ah yeah, I'm a genius, I literally nailed that!—that was amazing." 

His cheering bleeds into something more along the lines of a song, and you can't help but laugh as you reach across the sofa to pick up Jean's phone, thinking that you may as well get the menu up and ready to browse while he finishes his gloating.

"Yeah yeah yeah, it's probably for the best anyway, you're such a sore loser—" 

Jean turns to look at you—ready to take all your teasing about how much of a bad loser he is, and how you let him win this game to save your poor ears from having to hear all his whining—when his eyes widen.

“Am I your lockscreen?” You ask, stunned.

ShitShitShit

Jean grimaces. 

Act dumb.

“What are you talking about? I… I don’t think I have a lockscreen at the moment.”

Not that dumb.

You smile, narrowing your eyes slightly in amusement as Jean’s mouth opens and closes. 

"And you're sure about that, huh?" 

"I think maybe Eren changed it the other day…" 

You stare at him, watching the cogs turning in his head. 

"I never change my lockscreen—I wouldn't even know how to—and if I did I'd only ever change it to something really good—not that you're not good—shit—I mean like, a good photo of the sky or a nice group shot or a pic of my dog—not that I think you're like my dog—you're really pretty—not that my dogs not pretty—it's a different type of pretty, you know? You wouldn't compare apples to oranges—no wait—that's not right…"

Jean looks to the ground as he trails off—not daring to meet your eyes. He could feel the tips of his ears burning. His face felt hot. His heart was racing wildly. 

God. That was a mess.

“Jean?”

He continues avoiding your eyes, willing the ground to open up and swallow him right where he stood.

“Jean?” You ask again, “Is this photo from my instagra—”

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Jean says quickly. 

You look at him for a second—watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, and seeing how his hands are beginning to shake—and you take a step towards him. 

“Jean, would you please look at me?”

He doesn't.

“Baby, I’m serious,” you try not to smile at his stubbornness, “it's very, super, extremely important that you look at me right now.”

You step in front of your boyfriend, placing your hands on his cheeks and angling his head so he is forced to look at you.

“I’m not mad, Jean. I’m not upset or confused or embarrassed, or whatever it is that you think I'm feeling right now.” 

Jean furrows his eyebrows, but he doesn’t dare to interrupt. 

“I love it. A lot. And I can't believe I didn’t know—wait, is this what Eren was teasing you about the other day?”

Jean nods, and you're unable to stop the smile that lights up your face.

“Oh my god… you’re the sweetest guy ever.” 

You move your hands from his face, and instead settle your arms around his waist, pulling him ever so slightly closer to you.

“Why didn't you want me to know?”

“I don’t know… I think maybe I thought it was too soon…?” Jean says, his voice rising as he reaches the end of his sentence.

You shake your head.

“It’s not too soon, definitely not at all. I love it, okay?”

“Okay.” Jean smiles.

“Just promise me one thing—”

“Anything.”

“Next time you want a photo for your lockscreen, just ask me. I don’t want you to be forced to use the same photos that everybody gets to see. I want you to have something special.”

Jean feels his cheeks flare up with warmth at your words, but he nods his head.

Satisfied, you untangle your arms from around his waist and plop yourself down on the sofa, holding his phone out towards him.

Jean’s puzzled look causes you to let out a small giggle.

“Baby… You won, now come over here and order me some Chinese food.”

Jean grins, his cocky winner demeanour suddenly returning as he sits down next to you, flopping himself practically on top of you and slinking his arm around your shoulder.

“Give me that phone babe, it's time for the winner to choose the dinner.”

[castlebyersafterdark]

Thinking about how Will loves to put on make up has got me in a chokehold.

Imagine Mike coming home early one day because he and Will have dinner reservations (or anything like that) and he walks in on Will putting on his eyeliner, face full of glittery make up, and my man is stunned.

Will wanted to surprise Mike by prettying himself up for their date but is upset because he can’t get it right and he needs everything to go perfectly

but Mike is now just focused on ruining Will’s make up (and the bed sheets).

They had to cancel their dinner plans 🤭

"We're going to be late again," said not annoyed or irritated as Mike lingered in the doorway, but matter of fact.

He peeked around the counter and glanced at the absent sway of Will's hips, butt poked out enticingly as Will leaned closer to the mirror. He bit his lip and smiled, then stepped back, giving him space. Fought back temptation.

Will hummed in acknowledgement from the bathroom and said no more. He was trying to concentrate. And not poke his eye again. He'd had to start over on the left eye twice. Artist's hands, typically steady, hadn't mastered the art of tracing soft, chalky pencil against slightly damp skin just yet. He didn't want to look like a clown - and a very sad one at that. Or maybe a raccoon. Either way. Not the look he was going for - that being, the mysterious artist type.

This was a brave step for him.

"What are you doing in there?"

"Can you go wait in the living room or something?" Will asked, not annoyed or irritated either, but nervous.

He wanted to get this right. He wanted to look pretty. It had been a hard enough decision to decide to try this for a night out. His previous little experiments had been subtle, private so far. But they were going out, to a nice dinner in a nice restaurant he felt safe being himself in. Taking a taxi. Alone in the dark backseat, together in some fancy booth. Him and Mike, being their very best selves after working so hard for a treat like this.

"If you want me, too. I can. I just-"

"Just, what? I want to surprise you."

Oh no. Wrong thing to have said to Mike Wheeler, who could never let a damn thing go.

(continued below...)

"A surprise?"

"Mike. Please. It's not that big of a deal," he lied and said no more after Mike's continued pleading inquiries.

Mike groaned and left the doorway. Didn't head to the living room, though, but sat on the edge of the bed. Too antsy, he scooted back, propped against the headboard, legs sprawled, arms like a wingspan across the pillows. He shifted and mustered up a sultry look, hoping that Will would walk out to find him there like an enticing gift soon enough.

He glanced at their bedside clock and saw they actually had a decent amount of time. Yes. They had time. He'd only wanted to play it safe, get out early, factor in unpredictable city traffic.

Mike contemplated unbuckling and getting his own surprise ready. Debated, and spread his legs, palmed at his slightly hard dick, beginning to take interest. They might have time for something quick. Maybe. Better not...

After only several minutes had passed, and barely that, he gave up. He couldn't take it.

"Hey, Will, sorry - oh. Oh, baby look at you."

Will, distracted after concentrating deeply on putting the finishing touches on his look, turned instantly at the sound of Mike's voice this time. Instinctual. Without thinking. He shrugged and gave a coy smile, masking his nerves. Hoped he didn't look stupid. Faked some confidence.

"I've seen me."

"You've seen you. Uh-huh. Have you really?" Mike stepped forward, sly smile in place. "Look at you."

Mike spun Will to face the mirror and hugged him from behind, kiss placed to the back of his head. He stepped back and shook his head. He wanted to devour him.

Will placed the cap back on the make-up and set it down on the counter. Mike traced a finger down the strong line of Will's jaw, contrast to the softness of his other features. He used a finger to tip Will's face up from where he'd cast his gaze to the floor. Needed to see him fully, needed Will to know how how effected he was.

"You are so beautiful, Will. I mean it. So gorgeous. Gosh, I love you."

Will squeaked at the quickness of the kiss that followed, with Mike swooping down to kiss the fresh color on his lips and squeeze him around the waist, drawn flush from thigh to chest. Mike pressed him against the counter, heard the sound of small plastic items clatter over and bounce into the sink and laughed at Will's whine.

"Mike, you're gonna ruin it," Will giggled, and swiped at the corner of his mouth where the light pink color had already smeared a little. It stuck on Mike's bottom lip, too, a slash of pink across his perpetually red mouth.

"Isn't that the point," Mike answered, voice deep and quiet, like low thunder reverberated across marble walls.

"For later. Haven't even gotten to wear it out the door, yet," Will protested but he already could tell his work was going to have to be reapplied before they left the apartment now, going by the look in Mike's eyes.

Will was transfixed to the spot, trapped. Heart rate rising. The foxes were circling the meadow. Little rabbit had nowhere to run.

Mike hummed and kissed his cheek, pulled back to stare at those pretty, dark rimmed eyes. Dark but soft. Carefully, artfully applied liner and mascara, just enough to enhance those bright, doe eyes. Made them look even bigger. Some sort of barely there powder made his skin shimmer and glow on the high points of his cheeks and the side of his face. Made him look otherworldly, delicate. And his mouth - fuck, his mouth. Pouty and pink, stained a perfect color and glossy on top. A vision. Subtle, but with effort that made him look effortless. Like he was supposed to look like that.

Skin soft as ever, hair combed and styled and falling just so, strands slipping between Mike's fingers as he carded a hand through. Flushed cheeks - natural, embarrassed slightly by the situation but excited by Mike's obvious appreciation. Smooth skin, freshly shaven, and the rest of his skin subtly applied with scents of vanilla and deep spice.

Mike was starving.

Dinner could wait.

Mike pressed him harder against the bathroom counter, moving from cheek to neck with kisses that avoided smudging Will's mouth further. Will moaned under the attention, head tilted to the side. Mike undid a few buttons, pushed the silky shirt over Will's shoulder as he mapped a path across his warm, bare skin, hot kisses to every little freckle and mole on his shoulder. He knew what he was doing. He knew every trick and button to push. Teeth to skin, mouth sucking hard at the hollow his Will's neck. A knee raised between Will's thighs, feeling his excitement grow, feeling how Will was just as instantly keyed up as him.

"What time is it?" Will gasped as Mike passed a thumb back and forth over his nipple, hissing through the jolt of pleasurable ache that shot down to his cock when Mike pinched and rolled the bud.

"I don't know. I don't care. We have time."

"Seemed impatient to get going before."

"Was I? Doesn't sound like me at all."

Will didn't answer and sprung into action. Fine. He wanted to play now.

He pushed off the counter and led Mike backwards from the bathroom to their bedroom, and shoved Mike down onto the bed. Mike's legs spread on muscle memory as Will shouldered his way in, already grappling at Mike's belt buckle.

Will's mouth was on Mike as soon as his pants and briefs were shoved partially down, out of the way only enough for Will to get at hot skin, mouth watering for it. Lips sealed over the leaking tips, savoring the taste like he was breaking a hunger strike. His talented tongue, his lips stretched and sliding down. Breath harsh through his nose. He was drooling around it, working his jaw to take Mike down further, now the impatient one.

He gagged on Mike's length, too eager, and received a soothing hand cradled his face to slow him down. Mike said as much out loud. Will didn't want that. He wanted to look pretty and he wanted to be used.

He pulled off and sat back on his heels, looking up at Mike. Make up mostly still intact, save for the smeared pink around the corners of his lips - some was left on the skin of Mike's dick. Will saw it, wanted to lick it off.

Soon enough.

Watery eyes. Wide. Pleading. Mouth open, tongue out. And Mike was the one who took action now.

It was a blur from there. Pants fell the rest of the way to the floor, clank of belt buckle. Big hands cradled the back of Will's skull. Cock slid between perfect, pink lips, heavy in Will's mouth. Will let his body go slack along with his jaw, hyper aware of his shoulders, his neck, releasing the tension and working his throat, fighting the urge to choke as Mike guided him, shallow thrust fucking his mouth and driving into a deep grind as Will swallowed him down.

So wet. An entire mess. Make-up ruined as the perfect, pretty color across Will's lips had mostly disappeared. Mixed with the saliva that dripped down his chin, spat from his mouth as Mike pulled off at at a painful sounding gag, only for Will to dive back in and suck him harder after several heaving gasps, hand flying over Mike's dick until he was ready.

Tears in the mix. Shimmer from Will's cheeks rubbed off on Mike' s hands and wrists, tiny specs of glitter embedded in Mike's pubes. Neither were going to notice that one. Didn't matter. Will gripped the back of Mike's thighs and swallowed and sucked and moaned until Mike pulled back, shallow thrusts until he spilled over Will's tongue and lips, painting him with a new color to replace the one he ruined.

Mike collapsed to the bed, bouncing on the mattress as his legs gave out. Will was pulled along with him, still gripped around his thighs. They laughed together and resettled. Will rested against Mike's bare thigh, draped across him, taking deep breaths after licking his lips as clean as possible at that point. Sticky mouth pressed to pale skin. Mike pet at his hair as he caught his own breath, as variations of "fuck, what the fuck, oh my god Will, what the fuck" were muttered above Will's head. He pressed nimble fingers along Will's jaw, soothing to the sure ache.

Will looked up at Mike and if he hadn't just come, Mike would have stiffened up full right then and there. Stirrings, though, a definite twitch as he took in the sight of Will. Debauched. Ruined. Like a fallen angel, landing directly into his lap. A big splotch of black makeup was smeared across Mike's leg along with a streak of come. Nothing compared to the state of Will.

Will's once so precise and demure eyeliner and lash application was smudged and streaked, bare patches in odd places as the rest followed sweat and tear tracks down flushed cheeks, mixed with the tiny bits of shimmer that remained on his face, overall shiny with spit and everything else.

"How do I look?"

Mike burst out a laugh at Will's quiet question, then hauled the man up into his lap, only to fall backwards onto the mattress together in a tangle of limbs and clothing. Mike kicked off his pants and reached down to start undressing Will, eager to repay and miss their dinner reservation entirely...

[flymetosnarryland]

A little progress.

I'm working on "Infraction." My precious baby, uh. This art is part of it in a way. Eileen Prince and Tobias Snape. When people are falling in love everything seems easy, but then life happen.

(I'd like to talk about how things are going with Infraction.)

I'm back on it since couple of weeks and working on it is intense (my brain is literally boiling). I don't think I ever planned a story for that long. The first idea has born 6th January this year. I was writing down (like crazy) everything I wanted to be in this fic. During first months it was chaotic and messy, but brought me so much joy. When I've had everything that (I thought) I needed, I wrote first chapters, yeah. And then shared them, because was so excited about all of it and just couldn't wait. Gosh.

Now I... hm... well, maybe not "regret" it, but I think, I totally should have wait. Why is that? First thing first, this story is not ready yet for being written in, you know, final version. It's too fat, lol.

I may want too much from it. There is a lot, like, seriously, A LOT of things to cover. First notes took me around 80 pages and it had many gaps in it (too much if you ask me). Things I needed to figure out and fill in, in the same time making everything work together. Because this Snarry is not sprinkled with crime. It's filled with murder, political shenanigans, family shiteshow and tough, not always appropriate, love. There are secrets and lies, blackmails and history that matter. Backstory of many people, whose actions over the years supposed to bring us to the point where we are now. And, you know, all of it gives me the thrill. First time in my life I feel like a true Puppet Master.

So, couple weeks ago I started to write a proper outline, if I can call it like that. To put everything in order and, going from the very beginning, to fill all the gaps. To answer all the questions I was asking myself in notes. To figure out the missing clues, some details without I couldn't go further and with that - to find out how characters will change facing new situations. How they will grow (I really love this part). Sometimes I think, "why am I even doing it?" I could just write some cosy, little fic where Harry and Severus' silly problems would be the main goal of the story. Like, focusing on them should be enough, right? Why am I going for all the other things, if I just want them to shag and have their happy end after all? 😂

Well, if it's not for fun, I don't know the other reason. The level of excitement is just incredible. I don't know, if what I'm writing is good or bad. If it really has sense, because I've always seen myself rather as a potato, not as a great mastermind who can plot some good shite, you know. That said, "Infraction" feels even more challenging that I ever thought it will be. But I feel deep inside that I can do it. Going step by step where the main plan leads and... it just feels good.

I've started in October 1989. Now I'm in January 2011. It means that I managed to finish everything that happen before the fic starts, lol. And, actually, I almost covered the first part of the book. So, two more to go? Hehe. It'll take time, yes. It's crazy how much I want to continue writing the main chapters, not only swim in the plan-phase. Drawing the series of "Muggle London" art helped me a lot with easing this itch. However, it's still there. I know, though, that I have to finish it. The whole outline, I mean. Without it, things can go south.

That said, I can't tell how long it will take. Couple weeks? Maybe months. This is really... a lot of work and I want to be proud of it. Even more so, because this fic means a lot to me. I know it may not be, you know, mind blowing or something. But I hope that giving it all my love, it could be, you know, not that bad for reading, hehe.

[enjoythesilentworld]

Simon’s Month - Purple (Rain)

day 7! @youngroyals-events

Through the power of Prince, Simon tries to pull a prince. Well, an ex-prince.

read below or on ao3 (1.2k, T)

Simon keeps glancing over at him from across the pub. Of course he does, how can he not? The ex-prince is beautiful, but it’s also the fifth time he’s been to this pub while Simon’s performing and he’s still yet to make a move. Though Simon has caught him staring dozens of times now, they’ve not exchanged one word. It definitely won’t be Simon who starts it now. Not only would flirting with royalty (even former royalty) go against every moral standing of his sixteen-year-old self, it’s become a sort of game now. How many times will he catch the little prince looking tonight?

Maybe, Simon thinks, if he performs a song that makes the first move, invites over the pretty man with the cheekbones and the auburn hair through the lyrics, then it doesn’t really count, and technically he still won.

Turning to his guitarist for the evening (a young guy named Sock, was it? Simon really needs to find a new pub; he’s tired of these poser punk types with their five-hundred dollar ripped black jeans and 4-karat nose piercings), Simon asks, “You know anything off Purple Rain?”

Sock stares blankly up at him, guitar pick dangling loosely from his lip.

“You know… the Prince album?”

There’s more blank staring.

“Are you kidding?” Simon huffs.

From over Sock’s shoulder, the drummer, Manny, shakes their head in disappointment. “Ignore him, he’s an idiot. Which song are you thinking?”

Relieved that at least one from his band has some taste in music, he holds out both hands, reaching for Sock’s guitar. “Give me that. No, just take five for this song. This is punishment for not knowing Prince.” Simon watches Sock’s eyes flick over to the corner of the pub where he knows that other prince is sitting, and it makes him even more astonished. “Not that prince. Goddamnit, Sock, just go out back and listen to some Prince, okay? The music artist, Prince. I beg you.”

Ignorant kid out of his sight, and electric guitar in hand, Simon turns back to his drummer and bassist to plan.

A few minutes later, they take the stage.

As Manny bangs out the introduction, Simon lets his eyes roam over the crowd. He can see a few older folk who’ve already recognized the song, and that makes him smile. For now, he keeps his eyes away from the ex-prince, focusing on arranging his fingers on the fretboard of the guitar.

In his head, he counts himself in, then he finds Wilhelm’s eyes in the crowd and begins to sing.

I can't disguise the pounding of my heart

It beats so strong

It's in your eyes what can I say

They turn me on

At this distance, and with the few weak lights pointed at the stage, it’s hard to read his face. He’s definitely looking back at Simon, though.

As Simon starts the next verse, he watches, pleased, as Wilhelm stands off his stool at the bar and moves closer to the small stage.

I don't care where we go

I don't care what we do

I don't care pretty baby

Just take me with u

Closer now, Simon can see that the man has clearly made an effort to step away from his royal past, what with his baggy pants and loose graphic tee. But, somehow, he still looks a little too perfect. His smudged eyeliner is messy, but in a purposeful way. His hair, longer than it used to be (Simon only knows because the gossip rags won’t stop reminiscing on the old, pre-abdication days), is clearly silky and well taken care of. While his fingers skim over the chords, Simon imagines what it’d be like to run his fingers through that hair, to mess that eyeliner up further.

Come on and touch the place in me

That's calling out your name

We want each other oh so much

Why must we play this game?

There’s a small smile on Wilhelm’s face now. He knows this performance is for him, knows Simon is calling him out. And he seems to like it.

Don't care where we go

I don't care what we do

I don't care pretty baby

Just take me with u

Simon doesn’t point directly at him, it’s more of a general point out at the audience. Wilhelm just happens to be right in the center, right in the line of where Simon’s finger directs. Anyway, Simon hasn’t been coy, he’s been staring directly at him, singing directly to Wilhelm this whole time. If anything, the pub and its usuals have probably been watching them dance around each other for weeks.

I don't care if we spend the night at your mansion

I don't care if we spend the night on the town

All I want is 2 spend the night together

All I want is 2 spend the night in your arms

Surely he doesn’t still live in a castle anymore, but even without his titles, there’s no way Wilhelm isn’t filthy rich.

Simon can compromise on a few more of his morals, though, if it means going home with the man, if it means having those long fingers wrapped around his neck, rather than the neck of a glass.

Wilhelm takes a swig of his drink, eyes locked on Simon over the rim, and Simon knows he has him.

To be around u is so-oh right

You're sheer perfection (thank u)

Drive me crazy, drive me all night

Just don't break up the connection

He sings through the last repeats of the chorus, his smirk growing now that Wilhelm’s nearly reached the stage, and he can see the look in his eyes, can see he knows exactly what Simon’s doing.

Just take me with u

Oh won't u take me with u

Honey take me with u

Wilhelm remains seated at the table closest to the tiny stage for the rest of Simon’s set, and if Simon throws in a few more flirty songs, a few extra winks, so what?

When he returns from packing the instruments in the back room, though, Wilhelm has disappeared from the room. Simon tries not to groan out loud in frustration. He shouldn’t be surprised, really, that even after so many weeks and so many longing glances, royal expectations and tradition must die hard.

At the bar, he orders a rum and coke and shoots the bartender a glare when she gives him a look. He takes one sip, then pushes it away, disgusted by the taste.

Technically, he’s got another set in an hour, but he’s not really feeling up to it anymore. Maybe he’ll scan the bar again and see if anyone else strikes his fancy. Better to go home with some other pretty stranger than no one at all.

“Can I buy you another?”

Suppressing a startled jump, Simon takes his time turning to the source of the voice next to him. He props his head on his fist and looks through lazy, half-open eyes at the ex-prince, leaning on the bar beside him. Wilhelm looks slightly awkward, nervous, but the look in his eyes is sure, and the intensity with which he stares at Simon makes something stir in his core.

“I thought you’d left,” Simon says casually, turning back towards the bar, but keeping his body half-tilted towards Wilhelm.

The man clears his throat. “I’d be an idiot to leave after that.”

Simon lets a small smile grow on his face, then looks over his shoulder, brown eyes meeting brown.

“Simon.” He holds out a hand.

The pretty man takes Simon’s hand in a warm grip.

“Wille.”

“Nice to meet you, Wille.” Simon smirks, “Are you a fan of Prince, then?”

Wille bites his lip, then leans forward slightly, Simon’s hand still gripped in his. “I’m a fan of you.”

[crystalkitty1220]

You underestimate me, CK. I only have more questions now.

What was Nevin doing to try to save Drew? Is he okay after some of his branches got crushed in the fight? Will he ever manage to come back or is Nevin just deep in denial?

Overall I really like your au, and I’m happy to see you again too! Your monthly posts are always nice.

I don't know what warnings to do this time so I'm just gonna say that if you couldn't read the fic thing, do not proceed. Also because spoilers ig.

First I'd like to reiterate that the second part of that fic thing was very experimental. So nothing about that is certain whatsoever and I was mostly just going for vibes for it, to test out the potential bad ending that I really want to make work somehow. So I can give you some hypothetical answers, but unless I can successfully make most of the other events in that ending not horribly out-of-character, that ending might not even be real. The entire bad ending is based on this one bit of animation I have in my head and am very slowly drawing out. I'm hoping if I can show how cool it looks I won't have to justify the character actions /hj. I also just do not have any ideas for another ending so I am desperately trying to make 'twist' villain Isaac Beamer somehow work. That's most of the reason that I'm focusing so hard on curses and such right now; getting the essentials done will make writing the story a little easier. Maybe when I finally have a curse for Dez (I'm accepting suggestions; Echos and I have nothing), I'll magically have a whole new ending thought up.

Anyway, hypothetically, Drew's probably fine after the fight. It was painful, yeah, but the branches will grow back.

Now I'll move onto the things centered around the first half, since that one's a little more final.

Drew probably can't come back? I mean, it could be cool if there's some kind of ritual to move his consciousness somewhere else, but his body's irreparable.

You didn't ask but I'll also add that he and the branches can be killed, via burning or something like that, but Nevin's not likely to let that happen.

Nevin is very deep in denial, and for the most part doesn't have any ideas other than praying and such. He refuses to move on from Drew's loss for a few reasons. First of all, of course, Drew's his twin brother. Secondly, ever since the incident, his life has basically entirely centered around it. The incident is what made him turn to religion (and just so he can keep the extra bit of trauma, in place of his step-mom we'll say the first couple churches weren't exactly kind about his curse - or his being gay, for that matter), and religion is obviously why he thinks the branches are a miracle keeping Drew alive. The incident is why he became homeschooled and rarely left his house for so much of his life, and started hyper-focusing on Drew instead of making connections or getting hobbies. Speaking of hobbies, his curse in general also made it difficult to start any of those. Most of his life has just been getting control of his powers, religious stuff, thinking about Drew, repeat (though Grandma Jovel was eventually successful in getting him interested in cooking and spoken poetry). So he can't fathom the idea of letting Drew go.

When he meets Chris, Nevin gets really excited about the possibility that Chris or Charlie could communicate with Drew, and from there they could work something out. So Nevin starts hanging around Chris, invites him over, and you've seen the rest. Info-dumping about Drew was basically Nevin trying to get Chris to see why this is so important. He could just say "he's my baby brother and i love him and you should love him too", but in true writer fashion, he takes the "show, don't tell" route.

So, yeah, that's basically the closest thing Nevin has had to a plan. I mean, now that I brought up the idea of there being some sort of demonic ritual to transfer souls or whatever, it could be cool to have Nevin go against his morals and try demony stuff, but then I'd have to add so many more eggpire fansongs onto my curse!ibvs playlist. I've already got five, I don't think I should go any deeper.

[queeniecook]

June 17

After taking a few days to make arrangements and gather her thoughts, Jillian finally arrives in Brindleton Bay. She had called Dakota yesterday to make sure he'd be home today when she arrives.

The first part of their reunion is filled with happiness as Jillian jumps into Dakota's arms, he catches her and they share a kiss filled with their longing for one another. It had been weeks since they had seen each other.

Once they finally make it inside and Dakota goes into the kitchen to get them both sometimes to drink, he comes back to a sight that worries him.

Annabel Lee looks at the stumped male warlock in a way that says "Well, are you just going to stand there or comfort the poor girl?"

"Jillian?" Dakota questions, slowly approaching her as he could hear soft sobs coming from his girlfriend. He receives no response from her which worries him greatly. 

He slowly lowers her hands and rubs her arms in a effort to comfort her. "What's wrong?"

"I need to talk you about something very important." Jillian mumors quietly, not looking at Dakota. 

Dakota gulps, thoughts that she may be breaking up with him flash through his mind but why would she have greeted him with such happiness and a kiss just a bit ago if she was planning to end their relationship?

Jillian manages to dry her tears a bit before looking over at Dakota, she nervously grasps her hands together in her lap in a some effort to calm her nerves.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Dakota asks her, flashing back to when in this very room Vera told him she was choosing Caleb over him. Maybe this room was cursed? He has to know though. Better now than later. 

"No!" Jillian denies almost immediately. She sees Dakota relax slightly. She isn't sure he'll stay that way for long. She isn't sure how to tell him but he seems to be waiting patiently for her to speak now that he knows she isn't breaking things off with him. "I'm not sure how to say this. It's so early in our relationship and we didn't plan this...." Jillian inhales deeply, her exhale coming out in a shaky breath. "I'm pregnant."

Dakota blinks, he was not expecting her to tell him that, of all things. "What?" was all he could manage to say. He tries to process the news. She's pregnant, they're expecting a baby. Together. He's going to be a father. All these thoughts shoot through his brain in rapid session. 

Jillian in her mind wasn't expecting Dakota to do backflips over her news or hug her in excitement but her heart was. She feels her chest get tight as new tears threaten to spill from her eyes. She stands, hugging herself and stepping away from the the man she loves.

"I'll understand if you want some time to think about things." She manages to say before she knows she won't be able to speak. She feels her heartbreaking, more than it did when Branson chose Neia over her. 

Dakota stares at Jillian in confusion before he rises, following her as she seems to be making her way towards the front door. "I don't need time." 

Jillian stops in her tracks and turns to look at Dakota, feeling hope spring up inside her.

"We're in this together." Dakota tells her, stepping in front of her to stop her from going any further. 

Jillian grasps Dakota's hand. "Do you really mean that?"

"I do. I love you and this baby...this baby is ours. I'm going to be there for them and for you." Dakota tells Jillian, glancing down at his cat as she meows in approval. He even thinks she may be smiling. He blinks and focuses back on his girlfriend. 

"I love you too." Jillian says, crying for a different reason this time. She flings her arms around Dakota. They might not have it all figured out yet but it's a start. 

~~flashbacks of Jillian thanks to @zosa95

[mariatesstruther]

Okay but what about hairDresser!maria?

Sarah is growing up and starts to get more vain with herself, and tommy notices she's having a hard time with her hair. So after he picks up the girls from school for joel, tommy leads all of them to the salon and that's where they meet maria. Man just imagine maria giving sarah all the tips for her hair and trying different hair styles🥺Maria focusing on braiding sarah's hair and trying to ignore all of tommy's flirt attempts lmao. And cute little ellie asking for braids too awwwwwwwww

we LOVE hairstylist maria over here!!!! i could’ve sworn i made a hairdresser au already where tommy takes sarah to salons and maria teaches her to do her hair but i cant find it 😭😭😭

i do imagine that as sarah grows up past like 4-5 and realizes her hair is different from most people around her, she’d be less vain and more self-conscious (i really doubt you meant vain in that way so don’t worry about it, im just sensitive to language regarding black little girls and their hair). austin texas in the 1990s-2000s was only about 10% percent which isnt bad, but i know from growing up in a predominantly white area that it heavily impacted how i saw myself and my hair.

i LOVE the idea that tommy and joel would put extra effort, as much as they could, into making sure sarah’s hair is loved and taken care of. i love the idea that maybe they start taking her to the salon as soon as she’s old enough, like 3-4, to sit in a chair long enough to get herself and her hair pampered

so here’s some actual plot: maybe sarah has a regular hair stylist that she’s gone to since she was literally 2, mama shirley (HEY MAMA SHIRLEY LETS BRING U INTO ANOTHER AU). unfortunately mama shirley is getting older, her hands not as agile and quick as they used to be, and she tells the miller boys that she’s planning to retire soon. they’re both pretty anxious about it because sarah like routine and sameness, and getting her hair done is already enough of a feat for her with all her sensory issues, which mama shirley always accommodates for. luckily, mama shirley assures them she’s found a brilliant replacement that’s she’s been training for months

when sarah meets maria, it’s like the little girl is meeting an in real life princess. maria has long, long, long locs that go all the way to the back of her knees, some streaked blue and purple and pink—all sarah’s favorites. maria has gentle hands and rounded nails that feel good when they scratch at sarah’s scalp in the washbowl, just like mama shirley’s. she has a whole punch of stim toys and fun charms on her locs, necklaces, and bracelets that she lets sarah reach up and play with while she works.

she talks to joel and tommy about their life with her and how she’s doing in school and how they take care of her hair at home, making gentle suggestions here and their based on her own experiences growing up as a black girl in a predominantly white area—fuckin’ omaha, nebraska. she lets joel and tommy step in and try whatever she’s doing with sarah’s hair. tommy, bless him, is so nervous and into her that his hands are way clumsier than usual. luckily, his poor attempts just make her laugh and place her hands next his to show him how to smooth out sarah’s hair correctly, without flicking the product all over himself and his shirt

she remains sarah’s hairstylist for years, and tommy falls in love with her slowly at first, considering he only really sees her once every four weeks. eventually he starts going in for his own hair, then offers to do free repairs for the salon—then, finally, maria pulls him into the back room one day and says “ya know, miller, you don’t have to work here to spend time with me. you can just ask me out.”

“i—i can?”

“you can. you’ve taken long enough.”

“i—uh. alright. sorry to keep you waitin’, ma’am. dinner? tonight?”

“dinner sounds good :)”

gonna tag my hair babies @boilingcowboy and @clickergossip bc i feel like they’d appreciate this idk and i feel like rose may be the only person to remember my other hairstylist au 😭

[angelvyxen]

on the jayson cheating on ella topic… her last album was entirely abt him……………. i haven’t listened but apparently he’s not a saint lmfao

It took me three days but I finally listened to the album (the deluxe) Here is a summary of the songs in chronological order:

Trying; this one is about the beginning of their relationship/dealings with each other. She says prior to meeting him she had a couple flings that she was never attatched to because that’s not her, she was more focused on other things. Then she met Jayson, that changed. He told her he’d been working hard to get her attention, he made her ‘feel so soft’ & ‘threw her decisions off’. She says that she’s not a typical girl & she’s not easy to read but she can see that he’s trying. He’s making time for her, they spent some time together, then he proceeded to be all that was on her mind. He’s not her usual type, she tried to cut him off, he didn’t allow that, now he’s ‘messing up all her plans’ and she ‘was trying to fight it’. She said she made him wait and he’d never had a girl put him in his place. (2nd chorus happens) fast foward, now she’s hooked on him. ‘Truth is I’m down, you ain’t never been in love but you’re learning how. I need you now, kinda feel weird cause you’re not so comfortable sharing your feelings.’ They must have had a conversation when he explained this to her. By the end of the song he’s the only man she’s talking too, she says he has no competition.

Not another love song: She’s DEEP in love with him. She says multiple times that she feels like she’s drowning, so maybe she’s investing a lot of herself into the relationship and he’s not. She thinks she’s in love (she is) & she wants to know if he is also in love. He’s very laidback, sometimes he ignores her. He’s using sex as a pawn and I don’t think she realizes it. He be fucking her goodt, I guess he says a couple sweet nothings and she’s on her merry way & alright with the half-assedness of it all. ‘I guess it’s all in my head until you let my body know, cause everyone needs you babe, don’t want nobody but you babe, so tell me what you gon do babe?’

Didn’t say: He’s not good at expressing feelings, she takes his standoffishness at face value and decides to fall back. ‘It’s all the things that you didn’t say, that made it so clear to me’ she says ‘her views changed now and she can’t entertain’ his bs. ‘So take it, here go your nonsense, all the shit you hide ain’t no need to lie. No more weighing on your conscience. You playing clue games.’ That man was messing with other hoes behind her back. ‘Flip games on you…pulled the rug from under your feet, did you think I would my eyes closed? Who’s going to vouch for you, you and your mixed signals, you coulda kept it so simple, I woulda made you official.’ She cut him off or either started reciprocating the same energy because she realized he ain’t shit. He did a whole lotta lying. She’s also come to the realization that he was mainly with her for sex, ‘like when you go off it but you just stay for the profit, and I ain’t talking bout wallets’.

Break My Heart: All that character development from ‘Didn’t Say’ has been thrown out the fucking window. She’s once again giving into her love for him and is now willing to step into something with him KNOWING what she knows about how he his, ‘Cause if I had to choose who would break my heart, baby it’ll be you.’ She says they’re connected, he commands her, this bitch is ditzy, he got her singing love songs daily and shit. She’s facing ‘her fears’ by choosing to stick with him, says ‘she doesn’t want sleepless nights anymore’ and asks him to ‘be careful with her heart’. Bitch. 🧍🏾‍♀️ next song, she pissing me off.

Fallen Angel: Crank that previous delusion up 10,000, she has lost her GODDAMN mind. They have fully reconciled at this point and she accepts him back, ‘Even though my hearts been torn apart, I still welcome you with open arms’. She thinks that this second time around is different and that he’s changed ‘maybe this is compensation for unmet expectations. Feels too good to be true, been questioning you, but lately you make me feel at home’. Throw a brick at her head, NOW! But in the back of her mind she still has sense, she knows this man isn’t good for her, ‘but I know where you’re from… it’s a long, long, way from heaven and I know you don’t belong so let’s make the most of this’, she knows it’s still not going to work but the delusion makes her stay the second time around. It was going well, until it wasn’t, he switched up on her in her ‘darkest hour’, she said he let her down and now all she has is Ella, herself.

How: THE REDEMPTION ARC HAS ARRIVED! It starts with ‘what’s the worse that could happen, rolling with myself, I got too attached, now I’m working on my health’. She’s saying she’s facing the facts, she can’t let heartless, broken boys win (Jayson lol). She’s let him go, it’s just her, herself, and time and he’s out so she has put herself back in her heart. And then there’s the added ‘how could you switch up on me’ yadda yadda shit, but overall, she’s in her growth era.

Pieces: Throw everything I just said out of the window, she’s done got back with this man and is now actively giving excuses and I quote, ‘maybe it’s cause we’re two fools, broken by love.’ *sigh* but this time is different because they’re taking it slow, she’s not going to do too much, chase him, or let him change her. She says she’s not gonna sweat him this time, because they both know better this time. She says that they’re happy with this new arrangement, it sounds more like friends with benefits to me imo.

DFMU: I love this song, it’s been in my playlist for like a year. Literally the only song I listened to on the album. In this one she’s just asking him not to fuck up again and let her down, because she wants to be around him. She’s in love with this man, real bad. She says she knows exactly where she wants to be and that’s with him, she’s asking him to open up to her, says if he really cares for her then he’ll be there for her and she is very aware that she’s falling back in deep but she’s okay with drowning now. She’s pissing me off, but the song is good.

Hide: She’s on her soft girl shit real bad in this song. This sounds like a love song directly to Jayson. She says he gives her so many feelings, he’s one in a billion for her. He is her safe space, her place to ‘hide’. Is that healthy? Probably not.

Power of a Woman: She’s saying her pussy got power, in a pick me way. Think of like.. Beyoncé ‘Upgrade You’. She’s saying she knows her position, she says she can take care of him and she’ll show him she’s exactly what he needed.

A Mess: the beginning of her just talking, it’s sounds light hearted. All she’s saying is ‘we don’t want love if it’s toxic, mmm mmm, no ma’am’. Yet another sappy ass love song saying she can fill the space in his heart if he’ll let her. She can ease his pain if he feels the same. The whole song is this and at the same time she’s acknowledging that it’s a mess, but it’s their mess. A noteable quote ‘it’s just different, they wont understand. We can’t waste time trying to explain’. ‘Know it should be easy, but we make it hard.’ It’s a good song though, 10/10.

Feels like: ‘Can you do all the things you say you’re wanting to? Keep on talking all you want but talk is cheap. And if I’m investing my evenings on you, you better fucking please me.’ That’s the beginning line, and basically summarizes the entire song. She’s sick of empty promises, wants to be treated like a goddess and says she knows what she wants and likes, she doesn’t need her time wasted and she doesn’t need it or want it if it doesn’t match her expectations.

Leave You Alone: She’s self aware, she knows that she keeps going back and that’s her fault. She doesn’t know why she does it, but she does and she can’t get enough of him. Every time she goes back he gets her out her draws and she knows that’s bad. She hopes that it’s not just her body that he wants, but at this point it’s sounding like that’s all he wants.

Sink or Swim: The album is getting repetitive now. She’s sinking, she knows. He’s started his lying again, not answering calls, staying out late. She even admits that she goes to the lengths of calling his friends to find out where he is. She says it seems like he just loves doing her wrong, but she’s stuck on him. His ‘love’ costs too much, and she’s broken.

Fading Out: THE REDEMPTION ARC IS BACK (a little). She acknowledges that they’re not working out, he’s fading out, she’s fading out, they’re both fading out but they keep going in circles, whenever she says she’s leaving, he begs her to stay, and the next day they’re back on their BS. But she says by now they should just know they’re not working out, and she’s coming to terms with that.

2 O’clock: SHE MADE HER DECISION Y’ALL AND ITS DIVISION! THE SHIT IS DONE! She says she should’ve never let him in, because he’s flip-floppy with his love, one day he’s in love the next he’s not and she doesn’t want to deal with it anymore.

This is: This is a sample of ‘This Is For The Lover in You’ by Shalamar lmao, it’s cute. It’s another love song, and I think the redemption arc is done for once again. She says she wants to stick with this man, good and bad, thick and thin, flaws and all and if he’s ever in the wrong she’s going to let him know. At this point I don’t even know if it’s worth me being disappointed in her again. Her overall excuse is that love is unpredictable and that’s okay because this is what she wants to do for the rest of her life, and it’s worth every bit of her time. It’s ‘real love’.

Our Song: Last song on the album. She’s with him once again, they’re spinning the block for what seems the be the 3rd or 4th time. They’re leaving the broken promises at the door and trying once more to make a healthy relationship out of unhealthy habits. It’s a nice song, don’t like what it represents, but it sounds nice.

In conclusion, the album was good. They’re toxic, but if she’s happy all we can do is be happy for her.

[izzysarchivedblogs]

THE ARCHER SLEEPS UNBOTHERED.

Solidly through the entire night, which he hadn't done since he stopped drinking. That's one of the uglier realities of going sober has been. Sleeping solidly through a night, not waking up or stirring once. That has happened only a handful of times throughout the last five weeks.

That's how much today had taken out of him, sleeping right through until Tony gets up out of bed because of Brandy stirring on the baby monitor like he had been warned in the evening. Clint grumbles, rolling over and stretching, risks opening his eyes as Tony does starts to get up. ❝ Mh, I could... ❞ HALF A MUMBLE. He could go take care of Brandy, but he trails off as Tony is already up.

Half asleep, hand reached out to hold onto him. ❝ Tell sweetpea morning than c'mere? ❞ He means come back to him once Tony was finished settling Brandy back down. Blame his half-sleep state, blame how content he was this morning that he's asking for a little more.

A little longer, before he knows he has to draw the line again and keep their spaces while he figured himself out more; focused on recovery and got stable on his fine. Realistically, Clint knew this was the extent that they could go. Baby steps toward their future, until Clint feels like he can live alone and get through a week at a time.

HOW HE HOPED FOR THAT. To be able to handle a week, and feel like he could get it through his life on his own again. Maybe that's not the way to approach it. Clint wouldn't know, he kind of hopes that this new therapist would help guide him through them and make those plans.

Eventually he does get up after sleeping in for a few more hours, gets up around nine o'clock. He goes on to make breakfast, mixing it up for the day with trying to a take on egg on french toast. He's got quite some time until he would be meeting Murdock in the evening, it's the only major thing he had going on besides TALKING TONIGHT at the meeting. Sharing what's been on his mind with sobriety.

It makes him a little nervous to share, and yesterday had been hard. Talking about that, and other things. He knows he had to; and his meeting with Murdock would stress him out. Clint got a new routine of exercises that he'll start on from his physical therapist, he'll start on that after breakfast as settled.

❝ There she is! ❞ He cheers when Brandy is brought down, having slept longer after she had went back down. Clint having made a small amount of scrambled eggs for Brandy to have cut up into very tiny soft bits.

Tony hadn't expected this. He thought maybe with Clint's knee he might had needed to help him in and out of the tub, so he'd been prepared for naked touch. Sleeping in the same bed wasn't unheard of for them, so it wasn't a shock when Clint had asked. But it was Clint that had had the long day. Not Tony. Tony had had a fairly chill day for him. He'd gotten to drive around the city, which was just one of his hobbies. He'd gotten to spend time with a really cute baby. He'd ridden on a carousel - twice! No one could complain about their day when they got to ride a carousel twice.

He had not expected Clint to want to hold him. Not in the tub and definitely not in bed. When they were in the tub, Tony had assumed part of why Clint wanted to be the big spoon was just his height. Even as large as Tony's tub was, Clint was stupidly tall and having to make room for Tony behind him, might have made him really cramped and put pressure on his injured knee. There was no way to explain away Clint wanting to hold Tony in bed, except that that was just what he wanted to do.

And Tony loved it. He loved being the little spoon. He loved being held. He loved to make himself as small as he could go and just curl right up in against someone and have their arms around him. And Clint was the perfect candidate for that. Not just because he was so stupidly tall, he naturally dwarfed Tony, but because Tony was falling for Clint hard. Being held by Clint made him feel loved in a way Tony couldn't ever really remember feeling before.

It was a dangerous game. When Tony opened his heart like this, it usually ended up being hurt because he did something stupid to fuck it up. Right now just the very act of opening his heart was dangerous.

He was doing it anyway.

Tony cuddled right up close to Clint, putting his head on the archer's shoulder. Clint's asleep before Tony, and Tony ends up falling asleep to the gentle sound of Clint breathing, and the thud of his heartbeat echoing in Tony's ear.

[just---keep---simming]

Zest - Spring 2

We join Johnny and Peaches in their apartment in San Myshuno, following the birth of their child - we'll get to him soon. First, though, the two of them are having a conversation about their living situation.

"It's really too small here, don't you think, Johnny?"

"Yes, absolutely. We made it work for Axel, but he was a bit older when he started staying here. I don't know about raising another child here, especially if we're going to still have Axel with us half the time." Which was the plan - although John had received legal custody in his and Peaches' divorce, he'd been increasingly open to a more shared-care arrangement.

So the Zest family pack their bags and head out of San Myshuno. Their new home is a retro-modern build in Del Sol Valley. It's still very urban, but there's a lot more space than you'd ever get in a city apartment.

After selling the apartment and most of their furniture, Johnny and Peaches have enough to buy their new house and also outfit several of the rooms. There's still a lot that needs doing, including whole rooms they can't afford to fit out yet, but everyone in the house at least has what they need. A nursery goes in next door to the master bedroom for their newest addition, and Axel gets a room downstairs for whenever he stays with them.

As for the newest addition, here he is! Peaches and Johnny had a boy while I was off playing one of the other families, because I forgot I could pause pregnancies while I did that. The same thing happened when Eliza Pancakes was pregnant, and the game named her daughter Adrienne, which was so pretty and was exactly what I could imagine Eliza calling her daughter. So what did the game choose for Johnny's son?

Adolf.

Maybe not. Meet Hendrix Zest! I wanted another name with an 'x' in it, to match Axel. Peaches and Johnny actually have both the same hair colour and the same very pale green-blue eyes, so Hendrix obviously inherited both of those too. Hendrix is a 'sunny' infant, so a cheerful little guy, and he quickly picked up a range of really cute quirks, like 'loves wakeup time' and 'feeding tinkler'.

As soon as Peaches, Johnny, and Hendrix are settled in Del Sol Valley, they have Axel over for the first half of the season.

I love the face Axel makes as he gets a kiss from his mother! Johnny gets to show Axel his new room and it's very sweet when Axel shows his step-dad his appreciation with a hug. Peaches and Johnny really took pains to fit Axel's room out nicely and make him feel welcome - he currently has the only computer in the household!

Then it's time for Axel to meet his half-brother. He starts happily chatting away to Hendrix immediately, which is so cute and wholesome. These guys are really crushing the blended family life.

Of course, Axel being much older than Hendrix, it's important he gets some age-appropriate activities to enjoy away from the baby as well. Johnny takes him to the Humor and Hijinks Festival, where he performs a couple of sets, and Axel...does his homework? But also hopefully enjoys eating some street food and hanging out in the city for an evening!

When Love Day rolls around, Peaches and Johnny get a babysitter for Hendrix and Axel, and head out for a breakfast date. This serves double duty in making sure they both enjoy the holiday and also progressing Peaches' soulmate aspiration. The restaurant is a cute breakfast-focused place in Newcrest.

Johnny also works on his aspiration, Jokester, for which he needs to max out his comedy skill. Naturally, he has a microphone and mirror set-up in the master bedroom again, so he can refine his routines.

Peaches is still working her retail job for a few hours each morning after having Hendrix. Johnny works in the evenings, so he can be around for the baby while she's at her shifts. She gets home mid-season in time to say goodbye to Axel, who is heading back to his Dad's right after school.

Peaches is always sad after Axel leaves, but Johnny does a good job of cheering her up.

A very good job, in fact. He's the perfect distraction!

So is Hendrix, who with the loving attention of his parents, is racing through his milestones. Pretty soon he's sitting up, trying new foods, and babbling away.

There's also staying in shape to consider. Johnny has always loved jogging to clear his head and stay fit, and he's enjoying the change of scenery in Del Sol Valley. Peaches has taken up yoga, and although she's not very good yet, it's nice to be out amongst her (as yet unplanted) garden and the little pool that came with the house, which she and Johnny hope to expand one day.

Peaches and Johnny also get to meet another resident of their neighbourhood, Venessa. She's hoping to make it big in Del Sol Valley, and both Johnny and Peaches think she's good company.

Johnny's favourite thing to do at the moment is hang out with Hendrix, though. He put his bachelor days behind him quickly after meeting Peaches, but Johnny doesn't seem to have any regrets about jumping into fatherhood fairly young either. Cheerful Hendrix is about as easy a baby as anyone could have hoped for, and Axel has been a pretty great step-kid too, so he's having a great time with the parenting lark.

And so spring of the second year comes to an end for Johnny, Peaches, Axel (a visitor for the picture, not a resident of the house), and Hendrix. The house still needs some work but Del Sol Valley seems to suit their growing family down to the ground!