#to have a cheeky woohoo

[cannotfly]

shoutout to the moment i lost all faith in steve son.dheim

[simsfromupthere]

i love that my current favorite style and fixation both in terms of clothing/accessories/hairstyles/facial hair is British Post-Punk Revival/Art Rock/Prog Rock cause its either rlly simple clothing layered or just complete chaos like try and watch some early access cc creator ever have the guts to release a set based on these fits w/ a 2 month wait or sumthing, they wont 😎... not only bc im likely the sole niche demographic who wants and WILL unironically dress his sims like this (as soon as i get to play ts4 again baybee) and know i can just do it by simply frankensteining already free great cc to recreate these fits or at least very similar ones, cherish ur niches while u still can mhm 😌☝️

[harleehazbinfics]

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Word Count: 512 A/N: Hello, lovies! Been so long since I updated. But hey! I came back to also say I graduated woohoo! Nothing permanent yet, I don't want to get your hopes up with daily updates like I used to since I'll be looking for a job now, omg. But, I'd love to hear requests from you. I honestly don't know what more I should add to Cannibal Chef!Reader. I'm out of creativity lmao. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR HOLDING OUT THIS LONG! MWAH!

"Good morning, Miss Rosie!~"

"Y/n! Sweetheart! Here to take your order?"

"Yup!"

"Here ya go. Looks like a big order. Did something happen?"

"Unfortunately, yeah. So, Sir Alastor was in a good mood, and we went to eat at a restaurant in the circle, but the food was so inedible that Sir Alastor had to spit it out in public. Something, I've never seen him do honestly. Then after we bumped into the Vees and got into a bit of a scuffle with them. After making it back to the hotel, Sir got splashed with alcohol right in the face," you mutter, awkwardly laughing.

"Well, that's one hard day he had there. You gonna make him something then?" she asks flashing you her sharp teeth.

"Mhm! I was thinking of making hotpot or a casserole. He must be famished after such a tiring day," you smile.

You then hear the bell tower chiming then whipping your head to see the time.

"Well, that's my cue. I'll see you around Miss Rosie!" you called before leaping from building to building.

"Take care, dear!"

You arrive at Alastor's room where you hear the bathroom door close and hear the rushing water after. You nodded to yourself as you walked to the kitchen he conjured just for you and tied your hair back to prep your meal.

After leaving it on the stove with a timer on. You strolled back into the living room and picked up Alastor's drenched clothes into the laundry chute for you to deal later. Of course, not before you took his handkerchief and took a whiff of it. Eyes drawing into hearts that in delight.

Amidst your happiness, the handkerchief got tugged away and thrown into the chute along with the rest of them. Alastor stands behind you, still dripping with water from the bath. Chest bare-naked and red shorts around his waist, and his towel on top of his head as his hair stuck on his forehead.

"Come on now, if you wanted one you could have just asked, sweetheart," he says with a smirk before pinching your pouting face.

He turns away from you and sinks into his favorite chair with a drawled sigh. You compose yourself and slowly walked beside him after.

You pursed your lips and pouted, "You just don't understand the smell fresh from the source, Sir Alastor."

"Oh, believe me. I know the feeling," he chuckles, waving his hand as shadows appear under you and lifted you onto his lap. He embraces you and sniffs from your collar, as you stared at him with shaky heart filled eyes as he stares back with his half-lidded ones.

"I-I never knew you were this cheeky, Sir," you stutter under your breath nervously. Your hands on his chest while he purrs under you snuzzling closer and closer.

"There are many things you don't know yet," he mutters as he grazes your neck with his teeth then his eyes flicker from your neck to your eyes and asks, "Would you like to learn?"

"I'd love to." <3

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[faebaex]

author note: woohoo assignments are finished so i can write again! also my first Riddle fic! i found his character quite endearing recently, i don't know why. i wanted to pair him with a more carefree, chaotic reader who'll help loosen him up since his overblot. so have some Riddle who still takes himself a little too seriously, who also doesn't understand his feelings (*≧ω≦*) i think its cute!

characters: Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader

"Off with your head!!"

The familiar sound of clanging metal resounded through the air before you felt a heavy weight settle around your neck. You ran a finger along the cool metal lock as your Housewarden glared at you, cheeks red with anger.

A small laugh bubbled from your chest before you gave Riddle a huge, glee filled grin. "Thanks, Housewarden! I've always liked how the collar goes with my uniform!" With that, you spun on your heel and walked off with a skip in your step, leaving Riddle sputtering behind you.

"Y-y/n get back here! I expect a 3000 word apology essay and--"

Your good natured laugh was the only response he received, sending his face redder and redder.

Ever since his overblot incident, Riddle had been trying his best to change his ways. He tried his best to not react so violently when rules were broken, to keep cool headed when things sprung out from his control. To his credit, he had been doing quite well. Sure, he wasn't perfect, but he was able to overlook small rule breaks, and was getting better at approaching slightly more serious rule breaking offences with more composure. But there was one exception.

You.

Riddle believed you had some uncanny ability to get under his skin. At one point he even theorised that it was your unique magic. All Riddle knew was that every time he saw your carefree smile, his cheeks would flush and his stomach would twist and turn into knots.

He chalked it up to anxiety you caused him with your antics. Yes, that must be it. That was the reason that his palms would sweat every time you approached him, why his throat would tighten every time you gave him an excuse for your behaviour, why his cheeks would suddenly heat up every time he saw your cute, little smile--

Riddle startled as that rogue thought popped in his head, feeling blood rush to his cheeks at the subconscious omission. He shook his head fiercely, as if that would chase away his illicit thought. Where did that come from? Whatever, it mattered not. He was your Housewarden, and as a student of his dorm he would bring you into order.

It had been a week since he had collared you and tasked you with an apology essay, yet he had not received it. Clearly you intended to continue your unruly behaviour, and he would nip this in the bud before your actions encouraged your impressionable freshmen friends.

It did not take Riddle long to track you down. He found you in the Heartslabyul lounge, sitting on the floor with papers fanned out around you. Riddle cringed at the sight, even if you weren't breaking one of the Queen of Hearts' rules, you were certainly breaking basic dorm rules of keeping areas clean and tidy.

"Y/N."

You looked over your shoulder, a smile blooming across your face at the sight of your Housewarden standing over you. You dropped the papers in your hand, swiveling on the tile so your back was no longer to him. "Hello Housewarden! How are you today?"

"Ahem. You owe me an apology essay, Y/N. Why haven't I received it yet? May I also remind you that such mess is not permitted in the lounge area." Despite his cold response, your smile didn't shift and you reached behind you blindly, grabbing hold of the papers you were previously holding.

"Oh! I was just sorting all of my homework into order by deadline. Because I haven't been able to use magic in class, I've been assigned extra homework so I don't fall behind..." you explained, having the decency to look a bit sheepish before your smile suddenly turned a tad cheeky, "since you didn't give me an official deadline, it hasn't been a priority. Sorry!"

Riddle's previous severe expression morphed into shock. You had actually attended classes, even with the handicap of the collar? He had half assumed you'd follow Ace's lead and skip your classes in hopes of getting your collar off quicker some other way.

"See, I didn't forget!" Your voice interrupted his thoughts as you waved a piece of A4 paper, which indeed was titled "apology essay to Riddle". Riddle's eyes slid past your face to the papers in your hands, and the further papers scattered around you.

"... I'm impressed you still endeavored to attend classes," You beamed a smile at him and his cheeks flushed, "h-however, I am not willing to wait much longer for you essay. In consideration of your circumstances..." Riddle paused, his traitorous cheeks flushing further as you looked up at him with hopeful eyes, "I-i will give you one more week. By the end of that weekend, I expect your essay in my hands."

If your smile was bright before, it was absolutely dazzling now. Riddle cleared his throat and started to step backwards, planning his retreat before his thoughts betrayed him again and he risked embarrassing himself. "Of course, I trust you will manage your time effectively to ensure all homework is completed on time."

"Thank you, Housewarden! And don't worry, that's what caffeine is for!"

Riddle's step faltered and he felt affronted, quickly whipping his head around to scold you, "Do not forget that rule 153 states that only herbal tea may be drank in the evenings!" Your carefree giggle floated through the air and you sent a wink his way, and Riddle felt his ears burn. How did you manage to make him feel this way with such simple gestures? It was maddening. He quickly stormed out of the lounge before he embarrassed himself any further.

You had been working through most of the nights since your conversation with Riddle in the lounge, trying to get through your mounds of homework. Ace mocked you and Deuce sympathised, but you didn't mind so much. Sure, you didn't have any free time and you were barely getting any sleep, but you'd rather not deal with a detention from Trein, or worse - Crewel.

You had decided to set your workspace up in the library today, knowing you'd be able to get through a fair bit of your work as Ace wouldn't follow you in here, and Deuce had club activities. But there was one thing you didn't expect...

With the library being so warm, and so quiet, you weren't expecting to get so comfortable. You were fighting against your drooping eyes, constantly having to restart the line you were reading when you realised you hadn't been paying attention at all.

... Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if you took a nap. Just a little nap. Like, five minutes... Before you had even finished fully convincing yourself, you had already pushed your book back and rested your head on your arm. Yeah... You'll just rest your eyes for five minutes...

As you slept peacefully, way over the five minutes you had allotted yourself, you were completely oblivious to the person who stopped beside you and the sigh that fell from their lips. Your exhaustion played its part, as you didn't wake at the soft sound of shuffling, and didn't even twitch as a school blazer was gently laid over your sleeping form, simply cuddling into its warmth, much to the fluster of the one who laid it upon you...

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 4

Time for a York family brunch!

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Paris has been watching some kids TV in the apartment she shares with Deanna but, eventually getting bored, starts playing with an infant toy she found in Kelly’s toybox. Perks of being a childish sim.

Deanna: I’m done!

Paris: You are?

Deanna: Well 3 out of 4 lots of homework but I’m to tired to do more

Paris: You can always do it tomorrow

Deanna: And how about you? Can I do you tonight?

Paris: *coyly* If you want

Deanna: I do want

Aaron: Think we can woohoo without a kid barging in saying Kelly made them cry

Calista: I think the kids he hangs out with are tougher than that

After the pair are satisfied Calista cuddles up beside Aaron as he plays with her hair.

Calista: Por favore, can you be in good Nonno mode for brunch

Aaron: What do you mean

Calista: No telling Rilian he’s coddled or Alfred that he's the better twin. They’re speaking now, they can catch on

Aaron: *sighs* Rilian cries at the drop of a hat

Calista pinches Aaron.

Aaron: Fine, fine! I’ll try keep my annoyance to a minimum

At long last the whole house slumbers.

Devin: Buongiorno pa

Aaron: Cara, you’re here

Devin: Forget fashionable late I’d far rather be fashionably early

Deanna: Shh! They’re sleeping

Devin: Why is the lounge full of sleeping kids at almost 11am

Aaron: I think Kelly kept them up late with his spooky stories. We should probably get them up before brunch starts though

Devin: Yep. I don’t need any kid stealing all of ma’s omelettes

The family arrive for brunch and while Calista gets the last of Kelly’s guests on their way Aaron puts the toddlers in the high chairs.

Aaron: Here we have some omelettes cooked by your nonna, just for you

Alfred: For me

Devin: Si. Make sure you eat it before it gets cold

Alfred: No eat. Talk mama

Devin: Rilian, will you please eat

Rilian: It poison?

Calista: I don’t know what your cheeky Zio Kelly told you, but I would never give you poison. I promise, I made this with love and it tastes very good

Devin takes time to encourage Rilian to eat, he’s a picky eater, but eventually he starts to nibble on the omelette. His little face lights up and he begins to tuck in happily. Of course nonno Aaron is oblivious to this show of superior twin power as he’s over with the second generation of Yorks to eat.

Luna: How is the nectar garden going

Calista: We’re still waiting for the fruit to grow but-

Rilian: I DONE

Luna: *tuts* Rilian it is not good to interrupt. I am happy you finished your meal though

Alfred: This good nonna

Devin: What do we say

Alfred: Tank? Tank nonna

Calista: *smiles* at least he’s trying

Luna: We figure we’ll teach them grazie and danke after they know what thank you actually means

Aaron: How are you today Rilian? *looks at Calista deliberately*

Rilian: *smiles* I good good nonno. I eat up

Aaron: Oh? Molto bene

Rilian: *looks puzzled*

Devin: It’s Italian caro, you’ll learn in time

Rilian: Oh. Nonna can I out

Calista: Since you have finished eating sure

Joey: I see you also ate yours Alfred

Alfred: Yes Zio Joey *blows kiss*

Joey: aww, thanks piccolo

Freed from his chair Rilian toddles around and toddles right into Kelly.

Rilian: Zio Ke, Zio Ke! I eat up

Kelly: Did you now? How do you know it wasn’t poison

Rilian: *thinks* it taste good, mo bean (molto bene)

Kelly: That’s good news. You’ll have enough energy to survive then

Rilian: Huh

Kelly: See I was bitten last night and now I’m a MONSTER

Rilian: *jumps out of skin*

Rilian: *wailing*

Kelly: Shut up you’re fine

Rilian: *cries loudly* NONNO ZIO KE MEAN

Aaron: *sighs* Coming Rilian

Rilian: *sniffles and smiles at Kelly*

Kelly: Oh you little poop you're totally acting

Aaron: What’s going on over here then

Alfred: Up nonna up

Calista: Here I come. Uh oh, sounds like Rilian might be having some trouble

Alfred: I help, I snuggle

Calista: *hugging tightly* That’s right, you’re a snuggle bug aren’t you piccolo. All right, down we go

Alfred: I free, I free

…

Aaron: Kelly what did you do?

Kelly: He’s fine, he just smiled at me!

Rilian: *sniffles* Nonno Zio Ke scare *pouts*

Aaron: *sighs* You decided it was a good idea to scare a three year old?

Kelly: I said I was a monster and he overreacted

Aaron: Kelly he’s a toddler, of course monsters are scary

Rilian: *sniffles* Nonno I sad

Aaron: Don’t worry Rilian, we can find something fun. As for you Kelly, time out

Kelly: *sighs* nobody has a sense of humour in this family

Defeated he goes and sits. Alfred comes over and tries talking to him but like normal Kelly prefers to ignore his nephews. Meanwhile Aaron scoops Rilian up and plays with him until he’s calmed down properly.

So what do we reackon folks? I'm still not 100% certain what happened with Kelly and Rilian. Reminder to read the whole option before clicking (it's me, I only read half the sentence then realise I was too eager to click)

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[starlitangels]

Happy Birthday Pali! (2023 Edition)

@palilious Happy birthday my friend! I humbly offer this to you as my birthday present! 💜 Have the best day! 2.1k words

A note for everyone else: you can read this if you want but it is very much meant For Pali and not generalized

—

Softly-callused fingertips trail over the ridge where your neck meets your back as you return to consciousness. You hear Milo humming quietly, weak morning sunlight filtering into the room past blackout curtains.

An instinctive inhale and exhale to clear the haze of sleep out of your lungs alerts him that you're awake. He chuckles quietly. "Mornin' sweetheart," he says. Gentle and relaxed. Unhurried.

"Morning," you reply. Snuggling farther back against him in a half-asleep stupor. He slides his arms around you and holds you close, humming again. He always has this scent about him that's musky and clean and as you clear your lungs of sleep again.

"Guess what?" he says quietly, voice vibrating from his chest into your back.

"Hmm?"

His lips press to that ridge on your spine between your neck and your back, trailing up and down with lazy kisses on each vertebrae bump. "Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to youuu... happy birthday dear Paliii... happy birthday to youuu..." he sings, keeping his lips pressed to your skin so you can feel them moving. It tickles slightly, sending goosebumps down your spine. An instinctive shudder cascades down your spine. Milo chuckles. "Tickle?"

"A little."

"Sorry." He doesn't apologetic at all. He actually sounds cheeky.

You squirm in order to turn around and face him. His skin has a slight glimmery sheen in the weak, ambient sunlight and the scar that bisects his eyebrow glints. "No you're not," you say playfully.

He grins, bright white teeth shining out. "Nah. Not if it means I get to see this pretty face of yours." He brings a hand around from you back to brush a curl behind your ear and run the backs of his fingers down your cheek. Adding a playful little pinch of your chin when he reaches it. You swat his hand away with a laugh, which earns you another one.

"Charmer."

"You like it."

"Arrogant."

"You like that too."

You do but he doesn't have to sound so cocky about it. It's too hot and not fair.

Before you can make some joke about it, your phone starts ringing. Milo chuckles again. "So it begins," he says softly.

You reach over to the bedside table and pick up your phone to see a familiar name from your contacts list. Of course those two are first. "Mmhmm," you can't help but agree. The thing about werewolf packs is that when a birthday comes around, the whole pack calls to impart well wishes.

You slide the answer option.

"Happy birthday to youuu!" the familiar voices of Asher and his mate sing—his mate holding the tune much better than him. Neither of those two are morning people, especially on a Saturday, but you know Asher. He'd be damned if he didn't grab every single opportunity to celebrate even the smallest occasion with both hands and run with it.

By the time they finish the song, Asher's singing falsetto opera and his mate is laughing so hard you can hear them wheezing and unable to continue.

An obvious clue that whatever they see on their end of the call is some sort of dramatic performance on Asher's part.

"How's your birthday been so far, Pali?" Asher asks in that excited puppy tone of his.

"Barely started," you say as you hear something in the kitchen. Milo kisses right behind your ear and slides smoothly out of bed with the grace of a real wolf on a hunt, slipping out of the room.

"Awww," Asher's mate says.

"Were we the first to call?" Asher asked.

"Yep," you reply.

"Woohoo!" his mate says with a chuckle. "Well, we'll let you go before Asher or I keep you on the phone for an hour. Hope you have a great birthday, Pali!"

"Haaappyyyyy birthdaaayyy!" Asher drawls in agreement a little farther back from the phone.

"Thank you both! Bye!"

"Have a good day! Bye!" They hang up. You smile and set your phone back down on the bedside table, knowing David and his mate are probably going to call any second. David won't sing, but his mate will. Loud and enthusiastic and bubbly. David's just punctual.

The door to the bedroom creaks open and Milo carefully steps in. There's a tray in his hands. Laden with breakfast for both of you.

You gasp sarcastically. "Milo Greer? Actually allowing us to eat on the bed?" you tease. A trait he notoriously picked up from his mother, Milo was pretty strict about not eating on the bed because he hated having to shake crumbs out of the covers.

He grins. "Well, it's my sweetheart's special day. I figure I can make an exception for one day of the year." He sets the tray on the bed between your spot and his and climbs carefully on to sit beside you. "Made your favorite."

"A lots more beside," you add, eyeing how much food was on plates. "How early did you get up?"

He shrugs. "Eh. Couple hours ago. Woke up at my usual time anyway and couldn't get back to sleep. Figured I'd let you sleep in while I made you some breakfast." He leans over and kisses your cheek, voice dropping to a whisper. "Dig in, sweetheart. There's more fun to be had after you've gotten some food in you. I think we'll both need the energy." He winks playfully and straightens back to his spot and picks up his plate.

You're halfway through your own breakfast when your phone rings again. Sure enough, David's mate immediately belts out their happy birthday song while David audibly sighs affectionately in the background. "Happy birthday, Pali," he offers when his mate is finished singing.

"Thank you both!"

"Have a great day and do whatever you want and damn the consequences!" his mate exclaims.

"Angel," David warns quietly.

"What?" they ask, sounding defensive but not apologetic.

You laugh.

"Don't expect a song from Tank and Sam. Neither of them are the singing sort," David tells you. "They'll still call, but I don't think they'll sing."

"That's fine," you remark. "I appreciate all the well wishes no matter what."

"You're family. Shifter or not, you're part of the pack." David's stalwart resolute attitude is as unwavering as always.

"Thanks David." You grin even if he and his mate can't see you. They can hear it in your voice, you're fairly certain of that. They've known you long enough.

"Of course, Pali. You and Milo have a good day."

"Byyyeee!" David's mate says.

"Bye!"

They hang up.

Milo chuckles. "How David managed to land someone with that much energy, I have no idea."

"But considering how much they've gotten him to loosen up," you remark, "it's a good thing he did."

"Oh yeah." He nods and takes a drink of his orange juice. "So, sweetheart, which present do you want first?"

"There's more than one?"

"Wellll... there's the pretty thing in a box wrapped in paper in the other room, and then there's this gift right in front of you." He gestured to himself with a lopsided smirk that spelled Trouble from a mile away. You start to chuckle and roll your eyes, but he leans closer and cuts off your train of thought. "So which do you want first, sweetheart?" he growls, still smirking. "What'll it be?"

He lifts a hand and twirls one of your curls around his fingers, tickling the ends of it against your cheek.

You reach up and ball your fists into the chest of his loose pajama T-shirt and pull him close. "I think I'll take you first."

His crooked grin widens in that look that definitely made teachers wary of him. "Come 'ere and get me then, sweetheart."

You practically pounce on him as he kisses you and pulls you closer with a desperation that's never gone away, even after all this time together. A growl rolls in his throat. He hooks one leg around you to pin you close to him. His other hand grabs the tray and sets it down on the floor beside the bed.

—

An Unknown Amount of Time Later...

—

Messy curls and sweaty skin accompany heavy breathing as Milo pulls you close, nuzzling his nose into the hair on the side of your head. Somehow he looks fresh as a spring daisy under the sweat. His hair doesn't have a single coil out of place and his smile shines as bright as the sun. "I love you, Pali."

"I love you too, Milo."

He hums, chest vibrating against yours. "Good birthday so far?"

You manage a nod, still panting, with a smile.

Milo grins. "Good. Because I'd be damned if I didn't treat my mate and the love of my life to the best day of her year for her birthday." He kisses the end of your nose. You pucker your lips for another one—

Right as your phone rings again. Milo rolls over—you're not entirely sure when he ended up on your side of the bed—and passes it to you. "It's Tank 'n' Sam," he says.

You answer it.

"Happy birthday Pali!" they both say. Tank sounds brighter than you've heard them in years, and Sam sounds about as amused as you've heard since you met him.

Milo slips out of bed.

"Thanks!" You're fairly certain you're not panting when you reply.

You still hear Tank suppress a snicker, so maybe you weren't as subtle as you think. "Good day so far?" they ask.

"Yup. Very good day."

"I'll bet." You catch a bit of a teasing tone in their voice. "Well, we'll let you and Milo get back to your celebrations. We just wanted to wish you happy birthday."

"Thank you both."

"Sure thing. Bye Pali."

"Bye!" You hang up.

Milo comes back into the bedroom, having acquired pajama shorts from somewhere, and holds a hand out for you. You hop out of bed and throw on one of his T-shirts that had been sitting on the chair. His musky, clean scent clings to it. Filling your nose in a way that's always comforted and soothed you.

You take his hand and let him tug you into the living room. The house is so much nicer and quieter than the apartment without upstairs neighbors clanking around in their cinderblock shoes.

Milo tugs you into his lap on the couch and pulls something off one of the end tables. "I told you there was a pretty thing in a box wrapped in paper out here," he said. "Gotta spoil my mate just a little." He rests his cheek on your shoulder and sets the box—small and long enough that you assume it's a bracelet that's strung out flat—in your hand.

"Do I get to open it?" you ask.

He blows a raspberry into the skin of your upper arm. "It's your birthday, Pali. You get to do whatever you want."

You rip the paper off. The box is a little thicker than you thought. You pull the long lid off the top.

Not a bracelet.

A pen.

A very fancy pen. The kind with a shiny wooden handle.

You look down at Milo. "A pen?"

He nods. "It's one of those fountain pen things that's s'posed to be really good for inking. For all those, uh... pose studies you do with me as your, uh... anatomy model" He winks. "I asked one-a your artsy friends what the best kind would be for you, and this is what she recommended."

"Wait." You pop the pen out of the box and inspect it. "Aren't these like super expensive?"

He smiles that troublemaker's smile. "It's your birthday. Aaand once ya got the pen, ya just gotta replace the ink when it runs out. Which isn't so expensive. Way I see it, it's an investment for that one sketchbook that ain't allowed to leave our bedroom."

You chuckle. The sketchbook in question is definitely never allowed to leave your bedroom.

The pen in your hand winks in the sunlight. You look down at him. "Milo... thank you."

He kisses your arm and then puckers up facing your head. You bend down and kiss him. "Happy birthday, sweetheart. I'm so lucky to have you in my life and I don't know what I'd do without you." He brushes your curls out of your face and behind your ear. "You're the light of my life and the best mate a wolf like me could ask for. I'm so grateful for you."

"I love you, Milo."

"I love you too, Pali. More than life itself." He leans in close and lets you kiss him again. Sweeter and more tender. Without the raw passion. Just love and joy. "Happy birthday baby."

"Thank you, Milo. For everything."

"Nah, nah. I'm the one who should be thankin' you."

[koenki]

Hand Holding HCs pt 2 - Reverie Audios

2/2 woohoo~

Casey: Honey is more likely to start it intentionally. He's clammy and nervous at times and despite the teasing they do want him to have comfort with them as well. During dates Casey may accidentally start it but Honey doesn't let go, tugging him along gently to say they are okay with the gesture. It relaxes him, having that certainty given to him, as if permission to just live in the moment rather than worrying about whats to come or what people may think. Cyril: I've already done a thing on hand holding with them, but here's some new thoughts on their life at work. Cyril isn't big on open displays of affection, his private life is his and he doesn't feel his coworkers need to know about what goes on outside of it. That's not to say the Rival doesn't test the limits. When walking down the halls together, discussing their projects, or maybe plans after work, they walk close, and hold pinkies. It's small and hard to notice if not looking for it, and easy for one of them to pull away if they need to separate, but it's also a little gesture showing they want the other close. Roman: This one was hard I guess it mostly depends on the point in time/mood? Early Roman in higher spirits, def the type to initiate it. He'd be cheeky about it, maybe walking through the gardens with Pip as he talked about one of his grand time traveling adventures, maybe one completely blown out of proportion or made up just to see them laugh. As we get to more serious and scared, Pip is the one to take his in comfort, maybe bring it to hold in both of their hands as they hold it to their chest to feel their heartbeat, something soothing and sweet in hopes of easing his tired and troubled mind. After the last audio it's equal. They have each other and that's what matters most. If stood near each other, they seek the other's hand, as a way to know that no matter what- they know the other is with them; Something solid to hold onto in a mess of a world that's trying to bring them down. Jacob: In some of the many forgotten memories of Dearest, there is a Jacob that took them on an outing or a date. He was sweet and charismatic, much like the day they first met over the coffee incident. He was their knight in shiny armor that day. Jacob is the one to initiate it, having memories of the original Jacob doing these things with his partner, testing the waters and chasing the feelings he didn't quite know how to place. When he was gentle it made asking questions and digging for answers a little bit easier, Dearest not feeling so guarded and scared, maybe a few things slipped out that shouldn't, so he tried this a few different times without much luck digging deeper, their hand in his be it walking through a mall or across the table at a restaurant. It intrigued him how such a simple touch could stir such a difference in how they reacted. After he gets his core back, he's still the one to initiate it, but Dearest doesn't react so kindly to it anymore. They flinch at his touch, and it amuses him. It's the same gesture as all those other times, it was still him, but as he clasped around their hand tighter, not enough to hurt them, but to keep them with him, he could feel all the muscles in their hand tense, hear their breathing turn sharp. I'm iffy on Marlowe atm so might do a thing for him later when I know him better. Bonus: Nathaniel: Subject 328 made it back? Well that's fantastic- but they aren't going to be holding anyone's hand right now, they're a bit... tied up at the moment. That's okay though, Nathniel can hold their hand if they really want him to while he coaxes out whatever they can remember from their journey!

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 20 - Summer Days and Nights

The gang hits the local beach.

Summer: You look like a burnt chicken nugget.

Becca: I didn't ask but thank you so much, Summer.

Mark and Travis grill some fruit in the meantime.

Mark: I know you're WHITE white, man, but you can use at least a little seasoning when you cook.

It's lunch time. Libby and Ophelia are too busy eating each other up visually.

Travis: Those two need to get some rest in since they're definitely going to keep each other up all night, huh?

Summer: That is a very rude and inappropriate thing to say, Travis. I would never.

Listen, this isn't super plot or dialogue heavy stuff. They build sand sculptures, sunbathe, search for seashells. Y'know, typical beach episode behavior.

The couples eventually split off, so Ophelia takes Libby to her favorite spot: the island of Mua Pel'am.

Libby: Are you sure this is safe? The water looks deep out there.

Ophelia: Our energy bars are full, we'll be fine!

Libby trusts Ophelia and allows herself to simply float.

The two weightlessly float in the ocean, any prior stress leaving their bodies as they enjoy the simplicity of this moment, the warm sun, the cool water. They don't even have to worry about drifting away from each other, nature itself brings the two women even closer together.

As the sun sets, the couple wades back to shore.

Libby: Even doing nothing with you is magical.

Ophelia: I think the view helped.

Libby: I prefer this view right here.

Ophelia: Oh my Watcher, quit being such a dork.

Libby: Is this where you grew up? Why would you ever want to leave?

Ophelia: Nah, Gran just retired here a few years ago. I suppose I could have moved here to be closer to her, but there's not many performing opportunities here that wouldn't be cultural appropriation.

Ophelia: My parents and I aren't on good terms, to put things simply. That's why I moved to Willow Creek, and why I'm alone on the family tree. Maybe I'll get into it someday, but right now, I just want to enjoy this moment.

Libby can't argue with that. It's a good moment.

As it darkens, the couple continues to explore the island. They take a break to draw some hearts in the sand.

Ophelia: Aww, you made our hearts connected!

Ophelia: I want to show you my favorite place in all of Sulani.

Libby: I want to see it.

Ophelia guides Libby over to the nearby waterfall. Pure, unfiltered beauty. At this moment, they feel like the only two people in the world.

Maybe it's the rush of the water clouding their senses. Maybe it's the look in each other's eyes impairing their judgement. Maybe it's the fumes from the nearby ocean sludge.

Either way, they know they can't wait long enough to go back to their rental. They need each other now.

Libby: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Ophelia: OMW, Libby! My first woohoo, in public? And outside?!

Libby: Come on, no one's around! And ask yourself, would you rather lose your woohoo card in some rental bed, or under the stars in your favorite place?

Well, Ophelia clearly didn't need much convincing.

Ophelia: Come on, you go first! This was your idea!

Libby: Gladly.

Ophelia loves learning new things about her girlfriend. Today, she learns that Liberty Lee is a top. A surprise, but a pleasant one, nonetheless.

Ophelia: You okay?

Libby: I'm great. That was-

Ophelia: Amazing. You've got to teach me that thing you did with your tongue. That was insane!

Libby: Not to ick you out, sweetie, but that might have been one of the frogs.

The two end the night with a cheeky skinny dipping hot tub make out sesh, hoping their housemates don't try to join them. They're a little preoccupied, girls.

[imdoingaokay]

May I ask for DAI romance companions reaction to their lover making them a LOVELY piece of artwork for them??

Also if you wouldn't mind, Solas’ reaction as well?

Solas will always be included in the romanced companion dai lineup unless stated otherwise, so don’t you worry my dear anon. And so will Varric because I might as well do what Bioware was too much of a coward to do.

Sorry I've been gone for so long, I've been kept busy with nursing school. Good news, I passed my first semester! Woohoo! I'm hoping to get some more stuff out before I go back to school, wish me luck lol!

A rarely seen, but rumored skill that the Inquisitor had was art. Perhaps being raised the way they were, they got exposed to it and just had a knack for painting, more specifically, painting portraits.

If The Inquisitor’s friends were to glance at the leatherbound notebook they kept so tightly to their person, they would see multiple sketches of landscapes, animals, and the people The Inquisitor came across on their journeys. However, The Inquisitor kept this notebook tucked away in their bag or their jacket when they traveled, so it was seldom seen… almost.

One day, during a somewhat slow day of pomp and circumstance, the lover of the Inquisitor just so happened to come across the notebook… unprotected.

The pair had been taking some time away from stuffy nobles and constant threats to enjoy each other’s presence, except, when a messenger came by, claiming that Leliana had a report for the Inquisitor and the Inquisitor alone, they simply got up and left. Not before leaving a kiss on the cheek of their lover. The Inquisitor’s lover knew it was an invasion of privacy, but, it was the Inquisitor’s fault for keeping it there. So, curiosity bubbling over, the lover peered over to see what had the Inquisitor so fascinated moments before.

It was a sketch of them, of their face. A waist-up portrait of them.

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Rainer couldn’t help but break out into a smile, he had been working so hard on the little griffon he had been making that he hardly noticed how furrowed his brow must’ve looked. His finger lingered on the subtle details spread across the page, some details so small he wouldn’t have noticed had he not picked up the piece of art and studied it closer.

Cassandra: Cassandra hadn’t even thought of the whole invasion of privacy, in a split second, she grabbed the notebook and stared at the Inquisitor’s work. The book she had been reading was long forgotten. And it had all but dematerialized when she saw the sketch of herself. She could feel a blush slowly creep up her cheeks until she was certain her entire face was red. At the slightest noise, she shoved the notebook back to its original spot, only to quickly pick it back up and inspect her lover’s handiwork.

Cullen Rutherford: He took the longest to finally look, pondering whether or not he would invade his lover’s privacy by taking the shortest peek.

He breaks, of course, less than a minute after he begins his internal debate.

He hurriedly flips through the pages and finds their most recent work, and his breath hitches. 

He traces the beautiful sketch and finds himself mirroring the facial expression The Inquisitor caught him in. He can’t help but get lost in the drawings his Inquisitor has created. Still, every time a soldier walks in, it breaks him from any immersion he had, resulting in an innocent soldier watching the Commander fumble with a notebook.

The first time it happens, Cullen decides against looking again, placing it back in its original place.

Dorian Pavus: The second the Inquisitor was out of sight, Dorian casually grabbed and flipped through the pages of his lover’s notebook happily before stopping, the last page was a sketch of him. He pauses for a moment before a cheeky grin spreads across his face. He inspects every stroke, line, and scribble that decorates the page for what feels like ages. And if someone were to walk by, he doesn’t put it away, a part of him wanting to get caught by his lover. Eventually, he hears his amatus’ voice from far away, and after some deliberation, he decides to return the notebook to its rightful place, positioning it to look untouched.

Iron Bull: He’s subtle, his fingers trace the sketch so gently he can barely feel the paper underneath. He hides the book well behind his large hands and smiles to himself as he traces the image with his eyes. He’s impressed with The Inquisitor’s knowledge of anatomy, as every muscle Bull has appeared to be on display in the portrait. 

He’s one of the only ones who keep the notebook in their grasp, watching his kadan tense up and begin to blush.

“If you wanted me to pose, you could’ve just asked me.” He smiles.

Josephine Montilyet: She takes a minute, and assures the Inquisitor is far enough away before she peaks at the sketchbook. A blush creeps up her face before she’s giggling and kicking her feet as she looks at her lover’s drawing. She’s convinced they took a few artistic liberties as she believes she looks far better in the picture than she does in real life.

Regardless, she becomes satisfied, places the sketchbook back down, and settles back in her chair, reinvigorated.

Sera: She’s immediate, completely snatching up the book before The Inquisitor even leaves, if her lover notices Sera, she attempts to hold it away, claiming they were asking for it when they left it out in the open. She does everything to get away, including climbing on the roof. But once she realizes what her lover drew, she pauses. 

Eventually, The Inquisitor finds her and watches Sera slowly look up, “You made this? I… I’ve never seen… a drawing of me before.” Before breaking out into a grin, she whispers, “Why would you hide this?! This is great!”

Solas: He looks, finding himself far too curious for his own good. Once he sees his portrait, he smiles and leans back in his chair, admiring the work his vhenan put into the piece. He waits for his lover to return, nonchalantly handing over the sketchbook and kissing his lover’s cheek.

“You should draw more often.” He says, “Or maybe I should draw you.”

Varric Tethras: This man read Hawke’s personal journal, The Inquisitor should’ve expected him to look. 

He takes a peak, which turns into a long stare, as he becomes enraptured by the portrait. Soon, he breaks out into a grin and waits for his lover’s return, holding the sketchbook like a trophy.

“Maybe you should do illustrations for my book from now on.” He suggests.

[fizzingwizard]

The Fox and the Vagabond ch. 23

Woohoo here we gooooooo

chapter twenty-three to speak

After an angsty summer, Moomintroll and Snufkin have a lot of cuddling to make up. But then!! The Plot returns and interrupts frisky snufmins 😱 what will happen?

Obviously pleased, Moomintroll increased the pressure on his ankle a fraction. "And which of my many charms eroded your defenses?" he asked, rubbing the bony knob there. A cheeky grin spread over his face, one of his new ones. There were several interesting expressions Moomintroll could make which Snufkin had never seen before the past few weeks. Yet another surprise in a parade of endless surprises. "Which charms," Snufkin skipped another flat river stone. Surprised or no, he was determined not to let on just how well this uncanny, newfound ability of Moomintroll’s to shake him up worked. He leaned back with his head tipped toward the sky as he pretended to consider his answer. "Hmm. Well, I guess what caught my attention first was your finesse with fishing line." The grin dropped away. “You don’t believe me.” Snufkin suppressed a smile of his own. “Attraction begins in subtleties. The furrow in your brow when your attempt to unknot your line resulted in more knots - and the sheer grace with which you subsequently tripped over your rod, which one might describe as balletic.” “Balletic,” Moomintroll growled. “Keep describing me, you provocateur. Go on.”

Chapter Twenty-three link

Start at Chapter One

[itsdaddyoclock]

woohoo! I’m alive people!! and I have some news…🤭

do you remember the teacher I briefly mentioned here? the one that was supposed to be just an innocent father-figure-type attachment? yeah well he’s a full blown tc right now🙃

I'm going to refer to him as G and you'll probably hear about him quite a bit, because he's...well let's say cheeky🙈

I'm still into S and things are going quite well, so don't worry!!🤍

[justkeeponsimming]

As Reed’s girlfriend, Ivy, enters her third trimester - Reed starts showing some telling symptoms herself. 

Ivy’s pregnancy was confirmed after a romantic encounter between the three girlfriends - Ivy, Kana and Reed. They spent the night together after Reed’s sibling, Bell’s, wedding. There have been cheeky Social Bunny posts since the wedding from various relatives wondering if there will be announcements for any more children.

Well, Reed may have to add to that total. Her potential pregnancy follows several woohoos with her girlfriend, Kana. Since Kana quit her office job and began working from home, she’s had time to embrace her inner werewolf. Now, she’s happier and healthier than she’s ever been. Plus, she’s far more giving to her partners - both physically and emotionally!

So, it stands to reason that Reed may be carrying Kana’s child this time. What a blessing it would be if the three partners had children with each other - a piece of them all reflected in the next generation. Plus, the girlfriends have put their music career on hold again - so Reed’s pregnancy comes at a great time.

For now, Reed’s going to manage her symptoms and take a pregnancy test later to confirm her suspicions. She wants to keep Ivy at the forefront of her mind, as she’s almost due to give birth!

[lasudio]

StrangeSpot, Round Seventeen: Beaker

Circe takes to the sky on her broom in broad daylight! She’s decided Frida will be an ideal candidate to inherit her role in the Strangetown coven, but must wait til the girl is bit older and can make such a big decision. Being a plantperson means she uses magical energy differently, so her contributions to the future coven would be a little unconventional... but Circe can work with that.

Nervous has not identified a successor on the path of darkness. He’s not willing to concede that Lettice has latent magic and would be the obvious choice. Maybe because he’s also not willing to concede that his father has been feeling closer lately... Freya (the cat and Circe’s familiar) and Pixie (the dog and Erin’s companion) both passed away of old age and Nerv had to see him. Brr.

Jenny is delighted to hear about Circe’s daytime flight, and her thoughts on a potential successor. They share a cheeky woohoo in the sauna.

Ceres quit her adventuring job (it was a bummer having to avoid Delta). Now she’s studying up for her next adventure.

[playing-it-groovy]

Cedar is having a alien baby 👽

-Cedar discovered there was life growing inside him

-Clarissa and Cedar had a cheeky woohoo in the shower, they discovered they weren't meant to be

-Cedar went into labour and his alien baby was delivered by a ghost

-Cedar gave birth to a beautiful turquoise alien boy Astro

[weightywritings-adiposeart]

I want to know where the idea to choose weightywritings as your username camefrom.

OR

What got you into writing?

Okay so first one—me trying to be cheeky and fun with alliteration. Kinda wish I could change it but it’d fuck up all the links I have to the blog soooo… yeah.

Why I got into writing in general? I’ve always loved reading and once I found out what fanfiction was, it ended up spitballing into me becoming a writer myself! Granted I don’t. Write as much as I should be but I have ideas! I have ocs and stuff, I’m just so scatterbrained or distracted or nervous that I don’t bring them up tho

I do need to fix that but! Yeah! Writing and making things is fun, woohoo!

[purplerocker-thesims]

Round 2 - Bolam

They start Their round on Day 2 with just enough money to get themselves a small hovel.

Speeding through day 2 and 3. This is all they typically do when left to their own.

Leaving them to their own will, is fun

There morning typically follows the routine of kiss wife, talk to wife, love this pregnant wife. He's completely smiting with her. For being a workaholic Fortune guy, he's very much giving I love my wife more than anything in the world and I adore that.

Day 5 came, and they moved into Earna's mother's place.

First thing they do, Is have a cheeky woohoo. That's a great place too woohoo, like they don't woohoo to many times a day.

Felberta Took in change of chopping wood, and continuing the family business, teaching Guy the ropes of what he is required to do. She been sobbing and stopping at times to cry.

The babies came as twins. First born baby girl names: Eldrida Then a baby boy named Aidric.

When day broke, for Day 6, business as normal, just juggling sleeping babies.

Earna at the cash register, until the afternoon, where she took care of the twins, before he jumped back to the busness, Earning themselves a rank 7.

Felberta Broke the basin skin, when washing herself, and had to call over the Eastmund Maxwell to fix it, for some wood.

Eastmund requires mechanical skill to help his uncle, and the best way of getting that skill is by helping the everyone, for the cost of some goods that they provide for the settlement.

After a long day, Earna makes dinner for her mother and husband, setting the table with their meals before herself.

Phone rang, A friend of Guy's, asking for him, So he spent his evening chatting with Solomon palschal.

Day 7 - The Summer dance and twins birthday

In the morning, was Guy up at 3 am changing and feeding the babies and feeding himself, didn't go back to sleep, but when his wife bot up. Well

They are getting down to business very slowly, taking their time. They busy last couple of days and they need to time to love each other, and what better day to do that then the day of celebration. They chattered, the made out, chattered again, because

The most important type of conversation.

The summer party Started,

Aging up the little ones.

Eldrida - Eccentric and Heavy Sleeper Aldric - Genius and Insane

Teaching on off them to walk. The round came to an end: Social Rank: Peasant Total money: 7912 Tax: 3,165 rent: 250 total tax: 3,415 money after tax: 4,497