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trulybetty · 3 months

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05 x mirror - joel miller x reader (au)

prompt: mirror pairing: joel miller x reader word count: 656 notes: fluff, no outbreak, no y/n, no reader description, stormy weather mentions and cheesy motels summary: bad weather causes a change in plans and a delayed trip home

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“Oh, come on Joel, it's just one night,” you told him as you lugged your luggage over the threshold, saved only by Joel's damp forearm snapping out to catch the door before it could swing back at you and possibly knocking you over. “The weather is too bad to be on the road. You said it yourself.”

Joel grumbled at his own words being used against him. Carrying the rest of your belongings in he stood in the doorway taking in the interior of the motel room that was home for the both of you for the night.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked as he dropped the bags to the floor.

You laughed as you dropped yourself onto the edge of the ruffle-edged bed with hot pink sheets.

“What did you expect Miller? The place is called 'Cupid's Inn', and our room options were Wedding Night, Honeymooners or Vow Renewal.”

“I just thought it was a joke,” Joel muttered, his eyes scanning the room. “I didn't realize it would actually be themed like this.”

The room was a visual assault of kitsch and romance. A large mural of cherubs at the headboard, pink wallpapered walls, heavy velvet curtains that framed the window. Then heart-shaped decorations with lace frills and silk rose petals scattered across the floor leading up to the room's main feature, a bright red heart-shaped jacuzzi with a built-in water feature.

“Well, it looks like we're in for an interesting night,” you teased, waving a hand toward the jacuzzi in the corner of the room.

Joel shot you a glare, his irritation was evident. “I'm not getting in there,” he said firmly, “I think I'd rather risk the storm sleeping in the car than this.”

You couldn't help but laugh at Joel's reaction, you found it all amusing in spite of Joel's less-than-impressed state. “Oh, come on,” you said with a mischievous smile, patting the spot next to you on the bed. “It's just for one night. We'll survive it,” you reassured him.

He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, he was clearly exhausted from the long drive. The weather had derailed your travel plans, flights cancelled so a rental car was your mode of transport back home to Austin.

“Anyway,” you said, shuffling over to make room for him on the bed beside you, “we couldn't have picked a more romantic location for Valentine's Day?”

Joel rolled his eyes but reluctantly sat down beside you. “Fine,” he sighed, leaning back against the headboard.

You leant back and looked up to the ceiling and let out a shriek of laughter, “Oh my god,”

Joel’s eyes followed yours, and when he saw the mirror mounted above the bed, he let out a groan. “You've got to be kidding me.”

“It could be fun,” you said playfully, a cheeky grin spreading across your face as you caught his reflection in the mirror.

Joel just shook his head, a mix of disbelief and amusement in his eyes. “Only you could find the one kitsch motel in Texas.”

“Admit it, you're a little bit curious.”

He looked at you, his expression softening into a reluctant smile. “You're impossible,” he said, but there was no annoyance in his voice, only affection.

“It could be fun,” you flirted, nudging him playfully with your elbow. “You never know.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, a playful challenge in his eyes. “Fun, huh?”

Before you could respond, Joel quickly moved, his hands gently but firmly grabbing your shoulders, flipping you over so that you were now lying on your back on the bed, with him hovering above you. His face was inches from yours, his breath mingling with your own.

Then, with a tenderness that contrasted with the room's gaudiness, he kissed you.

As Joel pulled back, he conceded, “I guess we can make the best of it.”

You smiled up at him, “That's the spirit.”

#x29 valentines #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x gn!reader #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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ccforkay · 4 months

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Come find your new home at Bayside Apartments!

Located in Sable Square in Brindleton Bay, this cozy, blue, coastal suburban (iykyk 😉) complex is home to four two-bed, one-bath apartments & a shared outdoor space with a waterfront view. Three of the units are fully furnished & unique to the sim tenants I had in mind, & one is move-in ready to be furnished to your sim’s desire!

I challenged myself with this build to… not use 100 packs 🥴 & I’m pleasantly surprised by how it turned out! Main build objects are from base game, city living, get together, seasons, cats & dogs, & for rent (to function as a residential rental)//decor objects from parenthood, desert lux, & modern lux.

No CC//Gallery ID: adidas184

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 build #sims 4 build #ts4 nocc #sims 4 no cc #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 screenshots #ts4 maxis match #sims 4 maxis match #lilsimsie #blue suburban #brindleton bay #residential rental

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ty-loves · 2 months

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The Getaway House Granite Falls🌲

Nestled in the foliage of Granite Falls is The Getaway House. These dual identical cabins allow campers to be up close and personal with nature. They may not look like much from the outside but with large floor to ceiling windows, a dark and cozy interior, and loft style bedroom, this lodging is perfect for couples or singles looking to get away from their everyday lives.

Lot type: Vacation Rental (can function as a rental in residential worlds with for rent EP)

Lot Size: 30x20

2bd 2bath, Lot Traits/Challenges: natural light, romantic aura, study spot, simple living

Location: Granite Falls

EA ID: ty_loves415 (include custom content to find build)

TOU: PLEASE DO NOT REUPLOAD OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN. credits are appreciated

CC list under the cut, Thank you all CC creators

CC free version also uploaded. Required packs listed under the cut. Please use bb.moveobjects when placing lot. Please feel free to tag me if you use this build :)

EPs Used: Get Famous, Growing Together, Get Together, HS Years, Discover Uni, Seasons, Cottage Living

GPs: Outdoor Retreat, Jungle Adventures, Spa Day SPs: Nifty Knitting, Laundry Day, Home Chef Hustle,

Kits: Modern Luxe, Everyday Clutter, Greenhouse Haven

(NoCC build also uses the following packs/kits: For Rent, Horse Ranch, My Wedding Stories, Paranormal Stuff, Little Campers Kit, Blooming Rooms Kit, Desert Luxe Kit, Courtyard Oasis Kit, & Book Nook Kit)

CC Used:

Charly Pancakes: Lavish (decor shoes)

Snootysims: Pantry Haven

Peacemaker- Bowed Living

Joyce- #8 Simple Live Collection

bbygyal123- Balance collection

lilaccreative- "That Sim" Essentials

Syboulette- Jules Bedroom

Tuds- Beam Kitchen

MAX20- Kitchen Appliances Pack 1&2

MadamRia- Limber Lumber Floors Recolor

Myshunosun- Lottie Bedroom, Simmify Music Nook

AwingedLlama- Nostalgia Living Stuff, Boho Living

Little Dica- Sleek Slumber, Greasy Goods, H&B store

Sixam CC- Teen Bedroom, Dreamy Outdoor, Hotel Room

Piersim- MCM House, Auntie Vera's Bathroom, Unfold, Woodland Ranch, Oak House, David's Apartment, Domaine Du Clos

House of Harlix- Coastal Collection, Spoons, Octave, Shop The Look, Shop The Look 2, Fayun, Harluxe Resort, Orjanic, Living Rum, The Kichen, Baysic, Jardane, Tiny Twavellers

#tyloves #simblr #ts4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 #black simmer #ts4 builds #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 build #showusyourbuilds

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 1 year

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A Chance for Christmas AU

Kara is a family blogger. The world believes her to be married with one daughter. What the world doesn't know is that her husband is actually her friend James, and her daughter Esme is actually her niece.

Kara lives in her sister's house, making the kitchen and family room her domain to film. But for all the public knows, it's Kara's house and Kara's family.

Alex loves her sister to the point of letting Esme participate, initially because Esme also loves it. But eventually it becomes less about spending time with Esme and more about the views and likes.

Just before Christmas, Kara finds out that one of the top brands in the world (Luthor Industries) is interested in sponsoring her. Turns out, Lena Luthor is a fan of Kara's blog, and has convinced her brother (her boss), that Kara would be the perfect fit.

Lex is doubtful, and so sets a seemingly impossible challenge-- he will give Kara Danvers control of the company's social media feeds on Christmas Eve. If Kara gets 2 million views, he'll give her the sponsorship. If she doesn't, well... Lena will take the fall.

Things in Kara's life are starting to unravel under the pressure of trying to get the sponsorship deal with the Luthor brand. Her family is losing patience, fully disenchanted with the vlog thing. So by the time Lena shows up to monitor the live takeover of the Luthor social media feeds, Kara is at her wit's end.

She mistakes Lena for the assistant producer she hired for the day (who never actually shows up) and pulls her inside and starts barking orders. Thus Lena is treated to a first hand look at the chaos that is behind the scenes of Kara's perfect-family schtick. When she learns the truth of Kara and James' relationship, and the fact Esme isn't even Kara's daughter, Lena nearly panics.

But in the end, she rolls with it. After all, if this test of Kara's (to get 2 million views on Christmas Eve) doesn't succeed, Lena will lose all credibility with her family, and THAT Lena will not allow.

They work together to put together a... mediocre product. They only get halfway to their viewer goal, and when their rental Santa (actually the real santa), Kara wishes aloud that she wishes to do the whole day over again. Which of course Santa makes happen.

What follows is christmas groundhog day, giving Lena and Kara (the only two who remember that Christmas Eve has already happened) the opportunity to do the day over and over again until they get it right. But no matter what they do, they always seem to fall short of the 2mil views.

Some days are better than others, some are straight disasters, but little by little, each day gets them closer to their goal, and closer to each other. They're both charming after all, and beautiful. How could they ignore the chemistry between them?

Lena also bonds with Esme. While coloring one day between shoots, Lena asks Esme if she even likes filming. Esme responds that at first she did, because it was an excuse to spend time with her favorite aunt, but now it feels like it wouldn't really matter if Esme were even in the clip at all. They don't ever really do anything together. Kara does it all herself, and brings Esme in just to get a couple takes in.

Lena also learns that James has/had a thing for Kara, but that Kara never felt the same way. He'd thought that pretending to be married on camera would bring them closer, but in the end it only pushed them farther apart, to the point that he's not even sure they're friends anymore.

Finally, FINALLY, Kara and Lena put together the perfect day. Professional decorators make the house perfect, everyone puts on their best performances, and the livestream officially hits more than 2 million views.

But the success comes at a cost. Having excluded the rest of her friends and family, they all leave the house bitterly. Even Alex, whose house Kara lives and films in, takes her family to in-law's house to spend the night.

"When we come back," Alex hisses on her way out the door, "I want you gone."

Heartbroken, Kara finally realizes what her fervor for success has cost her. Her family, the people she cherishes most in the world-- she lost sight of them. And now, having met their goal, Kara knows the day won't reset. This is the reality she will have to face tomorrow.

Or is it.

When she wakes the next morning, it's Christmas Eve again. But this time, she refuses to film she spends the day with Alex, Kelly, Esme and James. Though there's no filming, Lena comes over anyway to join them. Upon seeing this new (true) Kara, Lena surreptitiously begins to film from her phone as the family plays board games, bakes cookies, and just acts like a normal messy family.

But when Lena reveals that the feed got them the 2mil views again, Kara explodes. She feels exploited, betrayed, and doesn't listen when Lena tries to explain that the world deserves to see Kara as she truly is-- a kind soul who loves her family. She throws Lena out, and stews until Alex comes in to chat.

"It's been a long time since we've spent time like this together," Alex says quietly. "Recently, it's felt like the vlog was all you cared about-- and what really hurt the most was that it was fake. But what Lena streamed today... that was real."

Thus, now armed with her sister's blessing, Kara starts a new livestream. She bares all her secrets, tells her truth. She also vows to return to what her channel was always meant to be about.

"I stumbled into family blogging by accident, and when I did I tried to give you what you seemed to want. But the truth is, all I wanted to do was share my love of baking, cooking, and making things for my family. To share the joy of showing love. And that's what I'll be doing from now on. Just... me."

She also asks that Lena-- if she's watching-- please know that she's truly, deeply sorry.

"Please," Kara pleads to the camera. "Don't go."

She's tried calling Lena, of course, but Lena's turned her phone to do not disturb. The only call allowed to come through is her brother's, who reaches out to congratulate her.

"And don't worry," he says, "we'll be able to work with the brand change."

"What?"

"You mean you haven't seen Kara's latest video? You should. Trust me. You can thank me later."

So Lena does, and then immediately drops everything to rush back to the Danvers' home. Kara rushes out at the sound of Lena honking the horn as she pulls into the driveway, and there in her slippers she rushes into Lena's arms and plants a fervent kiss on her lips.

"I'm sorry--" Lena murmurs, eye closed as their foreheads touch.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bitten your head off, I know you were just trying to help--"

"I love you."

Kara looks up with a tearful smile, her eyes sparkling with christmas lights.

"I love you too."

#supercorp #chance for christmas au #family blogger au #i dont approve of using kids for family blogging content #so kara will no longer be doing that on the channel #itll be just her with the occasional adult guest #this movie is on hulu

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fantasticsims · 3 months

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Disclaimer: This challenge is a 2.0 version (or more? I don’t know) of the Black Widow Challenge that already exists but with different rules & goal. I mostly wrote this for myself but I figured: why not share it out there if anyone wants to try it out. It's totally possible something like this already exists so I'm not claiming originality for the idea of making a challenge out of killing Sims 😈

Your Sim wants to be rich, live a simple life but most of all, has had enough of living in their small apartment while doing odd jobs going nowhere. And what’s better than marrying someone rich? The only problem to this answer: your Sim is not really into the whole marriage thing. Luckily, accidents happen.

Your Sim has to go from a life of misery in a San Myshuno apartment to living in the house of their dreams in the world of their choice. Your Sim has to marry many Sims (especially the wealthy!) and each spouse has to experience a different death.

MAKING YOUR SIM -

Your Sim can have any trait you want, but they must have at least ONE negative trait of your choosing.

Pick an ASPIRATION among the ones below and try to complete it before becoming an elder:

- Serial Romantic - Villainous Valentine - Mansion Baron - Fabulously Rich

THE APARTMENT -

Pick an apartment among the less expensive in the Spice Market district of San Myshuno: Culpepper House, Jasmine Suites or build your own on the Old Salt House lot.

After moving in use the cheat code MONEY and give yourself a budget of 25 000 to decorate your apartment the way you want.

WORKING -

You should have a Level 1 job or something part-time. The goal is not to develop any sort of career, if your Sim obtains a promotion you immediately quit and start a new job. Once you get married, you’re done working for the rest of your Sim life!

You can do any sort of activity that brings you some money such as writing books, knitting, painting, programming OR even become a landlord. You simply can not have a job / develop any sort of career.

GETTING MARRIED -

Before being able to marry any of your spouse you should check a few things off of your list:

- Have Love and Friendship above 50 (easy!) - You must have the status of boyfriend/girlfriend. - You must have two dates: one at your home and one on a community lot. - Go on a “weekend getaway” aka spend a romantic night out in another world (on a rental lot).

DYING SPOUSE -

There are around 34 Deaths in the Sims 4. Each of your spouse needs to experience a different kind of death. Because of this, you can do this challenge two ways:

- One Sim: Do as many deaths as possible in your lifespan. You can use potions to live longer if you want to do ALL deaths. - Legacy style: have children carry on the death of the spouses once your own Sim dies of old age.

YOU CAN -

- Have as many children as you want or not have any at all with your spouses, you can adopt, or have zero children. The choice is yours! - Have pets, horses, goats, and whatever animal you wish to!

This is a list of all the possible deaths with each corresponding pack. Some are not on the list such as the ones from the High School Years pack since these deaths only work on teenagers.

Hunger Fire Old Age Overexertion Electrocution Anger Embarrassment Laughter Cow Plant Drowning Meteor Steam - Spa Day Pufferfish poisoning - City Life Sun - Vampires Poison - Jungle Adventure Rodent Fever - My First Pet Mother Plant - Strangerville Overheating - Seasons Freezing - Seasons Lightning - Seasons Flowers - Seasons Fish Pond - Get Famous Sharks- Island Living Research Machines - Discover University Magic Overload - Realm of Magic Murphy Bed - Tiny Living Flies - Eco Lifestyle Beetle Juice - Eco Lifestyle Vending Machine - Snowy Escape Fall - Snowy Escape Killer Chicken - Cottage Living Killer Rabbit - Cottage Living Mold - For Rent Wishing Well - Romantic Gardens

STEP 1

Life in San Myshuno! Your apartment, the odd jobs, the dates until you finally meet THE ONE, get engaged and finally GET MARRIED.

STEP 2

The married life! Move in with your spouse, get a lover on the side while waiting for you spouse to die. Once you’ve reached 50 in love and friendship with your lover you can actively help with your spouse’s death.

STEP 3

Marriage number 2! Bulldoze your first’s spouse house and get the cash, move in with your second spouse, wait or help for their death once you’ve gotten married (no need to have a lover this time unless you want to).

STEP 4

The Dream House! Bulldoze your second spouse’s home once they die, get the cash and move to the world of your choosing and build the house of your dreams! Keep on marrying sims, nudge their death, cash the money and live your best life.

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #black widow #fantastic widow #sims 4 challenge #ts4 challenge #rules

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years

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Jessica’s New York City apt. is loaded with color. Most NYC apts. can be decorated, (she even painted the door to like the one on Friends), but it’s colorful enough for those of use who can’t paint the walls.

Jessica’s a textile designer who designs art that goes on girls’ pajamas.

She calls her style Rainbow Eclectic.

And, it’s her physical manifestation of happiness.

Jessica is proudest of how she “DIY’d the crap out of the apt.,” especially with the art she made and the way the Washi tape DIYs came out.

Love the colorful rugs.

She says the murals she painted on the doors cover up the dreadfulness of white.

Her biggest design challenge is money (isn’t it always?), b/c decorating is expensive. The most she spent was $600 for the dining set.

Her favorite thing is her giant gummy bear- he’s a statement piece- and if she could, she’d have a sculpture collection.

https://www.apartmenttherapy.com/textile-designers-rainbow-eclectic-new-york-city-rental-37097984

#colorful apt.#apt. NYC #rent friendly ideas #long post

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queeniecook · 9 months

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May 15

Jillian feels awful that she had to leave her getaway with Dakota but she had to. It isn’t like her Dad not to come home. He goes away on business trips due to his career from time time but doesn’t just take off. That is not Garrett Ambrose. Thankfully her boyfriend is a very understanding man, especially when it comes to family. She’ll have to find a way to make it up to him.

After taking a bus, renting a car and getting lost a few times, Jillian finally arrives at her families’ latest residence in San Sequoia. They have moved from Tartosa last month, due to a change in her Dad’s job. She is tired, she’s been up for hours but still fixes her appearance in the rearview mirror of her rental car before going to the front door.

“I’m so sorry I called you honey but I was so worried about your father! He finally showed up late last night, went to bed and got up this morning to go to work.” Denise explains. Jillian can tell her Mom does feel bad about worrying her but obviously, something is going on.

“It’s okay, Mom. Really.” Jillian assures her Mom, not wanting to tell her that she was moments away from finally making love with Dakota. That would be awkward. “Has this been happening a lot?”

“Not like this last time. Garrett has always shown up before bed time if he goes out after work.” Denise shares, she rarely calls her husband Garrett to their kids. That alone worries Jillian because it’s obvious her Mom is concerned. “He smelled like a bar. He’s been smelling like a bar a lot, Now I’m not one to be a prude but…”

“I’ll talk to him.”

A few hours later, both Garrett and Andrew walk in the front door. It has began to pour down rain outside.

“Hey Jilly Bean!” Her Dad greets her, as always. He plops down beside her as her baby brother stalks into the room, cranky from high school.

“So Dad, where were you the other night?” She questions.

“Eh, I was just playing pool with a few guys from work.” Her Dad responds before being cut off by her brother. “He came in drunk. I didn’t tell Mom because I didn’t want to worry her. I made him drink some water before he went to their bedroom.”

“I wasn’t drunk.” Garrett objects.

“You walked into my room and tried to climb into bed with me! You called me Denny!” Andrew exclaims. Garrett shakes his head as his teenage son marches off to his room, holding his homework in a deathgrip at his side.

Garrett stands up from the couch and Jillian follows him. “You thought he was Mom?”

“It was dark. I’m not used to the layout of this house yet. I wasn’t drunk.” Her Dad insists. Jillian doesn’t believe him. It’s becoming to clear to her that her Dad has developed a problem that he’s not ready to admit to. “I’m going to go shower while your Mom makes dinner. Maybe go check on your brother?”

After helping Andrew with his history lesson, she challenges him to pillow fight in his barely decorated room. She’s a bit worried about not only her parents but her brother too. This has to be a lot for him to handle.

“DINNER!!” Denise hollars from the kitchen. It briefly made Jillian feel like she was sixteen again, living in Glimmerbrook and worrying about if she was going to get her hands on a copy of the latest Henry Puffer book. Then reality came slamming back down on her.

Still, it was nice to set down with her parents and brother to eat a family dinner. She isn’t sure what to do about the current situation.

#the grant legacy #ts4 legacy #jillian ambrose #garrett ambrose #denise ambrose #andrew ambrose #ts4 #thesims4 #sims 4 #generation 2 #ts4 story #sims4 story #simsstories #sims4 storytelling #I typed up like 3 posts last night O_O wow #ts4 family #the ambrose family

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simschallengesfor3and4 · 8 days

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The Kingdom Challenge for sims 4

You are new to your kingdom having just taken over. It is now your time to rule and build a great kingdom, how will you rule with an iron fist of fear or with love and kindness?

Starting with kingdom rules:

Choose your world this world will be your kingdom, meaning the more lot’s the world has the more you have to build and the more you can have to live there.

Must build your palace, a “farm”, a library, a bar and 3 houses to start out your kingdom.

May make a family on the farm or pick one, make 3 other families, they will be your subjects, they may be workers, noble’s or royals.

Family rules:

Workers, may only live on lot’s as big as 15x10, 20x15, 20x20, if they are farmers they may live on 50x40, 50x50, 64x64, if you have for rent they may live in small and medium rentals, if you choose a world with apartments they may live in san myshuno in lot (1310 21 Chic Street/910 Medina Studios/1312 21 Chic Street/17 Culpepper House/1313 21 Chic Street/920 Medina Studios/19 Culpepper House) Evergreen harbor (Pinecrest Apartments #402/Pinecrest Apartments #404/Stonestreet Apartments #3/Stonestreet Apartments #4)

May only work as Babysitter, Barista, Criminal, Culinary, Entertainer, Actor, Fast food employee, Fisherman, Gardner, Manual laborer, Military, Painter, Engineer, Retail-Employee, Writer, Style Influencer, or have a farm if you don’t have cottage living or horse ranch the farm will consist of plants only, if you have the packs you must have chickens to get egg’s, you may pick any animal to get wool and milk.

Workers may only adopt strays, if they are a farmer they may buy all pet’s including horses.

Marriage, may only be between workers and nobles

Workers can become nobles, through work the Criminal career at 9, Writer at 10 or Military at 9, or status money at 50.000 and friends with 6 noble families every member.

Family size may be as big or small as you wish.

Female must move into the family she married into, males become head of the house, elders may not move out and must stay with the head of the house. May only have one house.

Nobles may live on lot’s 15x10, 20x15, 20x20, 30x20, 30x30 and 40x30, if you choose a world with apartments they may live in san myshuno in lot (701 ZenView/ 2A Jasmine Suites/2B Jasmine Suites/18 Culpepper House/VIII Landgraab/121 Hakim House/122 Hakim House/888 Spire Apartments/IX Landgraab/930 Medina Studios/FountainView Penthouse/1020 Alto Appartments/1010 Alto Appartment/Torendi Tower Penthouse/may turn Stargazer Lounge into a penthouse) May not live in any apartments in Evergreen harbor.

May work as Astronaut, Athlete, Business, Cheer Team Member, Chess Team Member, Civil Designer, Computer Team Member, Conservationist, Critic, Detective, Doctor, E-Sports Competitor, Education, Football Team Member, Freelancer, Interior Decorator, Law, Military, Politician, Salaryperson, Scientist, Scout, Secret Agent, Self-employed, Simfluencer, Soccer Team Player, Social Media, Tech Guru, Video Game Streamer, Writer.

May adopt and buy all pets, may also take in strays, may also breed and sell purebred pets as a job, to other nobles or royals.

May have more than one estate, may have a greenhouse but not a farm.

Marriage may be between workers, nobles and royals.

Can become royals through marriage only, but only if a son marries into the royal family. Can become workers if status becomes low become enemies with 2, become disliked by 5, and if caught cheating but only the one who did the cheating.

If married to a worker the noble marrying will become a worker themself and will be disinherited, they may see their family but may never get to be a royal and to be noble again they have to get 50.000, must become friends with the king and queen and get either Criminal career at 9, Writer at 10 or Military at 9 .

Family size must be medium to big, must have at least 3 kids.

Female must move into the family she married into, males become head of the house, elders may not move out and must stay with the head of the house.

Royals may live on 40x30, 40x40, 50x40, 50x50 and 64x64, if you choose a world with apartments they may live in san myshuno but only in the uptown, they may not live in any apartment in evergreen harbor.

May work as Business, Cheer Team Member, Chess Team Member, Computer Team Member, Conservationist, Critic, Drama Club, Freelancer, Law, Military, Politician, Self-employed, Simfluencer, Soccer Team Player, Social Media, Writer.

May buy and adopt any pets, may sell pets to other royal families.

May have more than one estate, must have a vacation house, may have a small farm or greenhouse.

Marriage must be between nobles and royals, to stay royal

If married to a worker the royal marrying will become a worker themself and will be disinherited, they may see their family but may never get to be a royal again.

Family must be big must have at least 4 kids 8 if you like a challenge

Female must move into the family she married into, males become head of the house, elders may not move out and must stay with the head of the house.

Cas rules:

Worker, must not wear gloves in any outfits as it’s a sign of either nobility or royalty

They must have at least one of the worker traits Creative, Maker, Green Fiend, Rancher, Animal Enthusiast, Horse Lover, Dog Lover, Cat Lover, Freegan or Loves Outdoors. Can pick any other and earn any other you like but may not switch out the worker trait for another trait, may have noble and royal traits.

Workers must use some clothing items from the Outdoorsy Fashion, Hipster Fashion, Country Fashion, BoHo Fashion and/or Basics Fashion.

May not have extravagant fancy clothes. Is for nobles and royals.

To make it easier have their be a W in their last or first name or make it a second name like Nadia W Smith or something like that, so you know they are a Worker family.

Noble, must use some clothing items from the Preppy Fashion and/or Polished Fashion.

Nobles must wear gloves on party and formal outfits, and can wear on others too.

Nobles may wear extravagant fancy clothes.

To make it easier, have a N in their last or first name or make it a second name like Nadia N Smith or something like that, so you know they are a Noble family.

Nobles must have at least one of the noble traits Bookworm, Art Lover, Perfectionist, Overachiever, Materialistic, Proper, Self-Absorbed, Snob, Nosy, Jealous, Insider, Generous, Foodie.

Royal, must use some clothing items from the Polished Fashion and/or Preppy Fashion.

Royals must wear at least one outfit with gloves, does not need to be a main outfit.

They must wear extravagant fancy clothes, they may have more relaxed outfits but they need to still be somewhat fancy and pretty.

To make it easier, have a R in their last or first name or make it a second name like Nadia R Smith or something like that, so you know they are a Royal family.

Royals must have at least one of the royal traits Ambitious, Hot-Headed, Paranoid, Wise, Materialistic, Overachiever, Perfectionist, Generous, Proper, Self-Absorbed and/or Snob.

Gameplay rules:

To get the first new family into the world the regent must get to level 4 charisma and have held 3 parties.

Next family is at level 7 of charisma and held 6 parties.

Next family is at level 10 charisma and held 10 parties.

After that it depends on money too, 1000 per person.

To get the new building of choice, you must have at least 30.000 per time.

Royals must make their line strong with kids and with high skills and education if you have university.

Royals must hold parties for small and big occasions, and engage with their subjects, they can be mean they can be nice, up to you.

Royals must set rules if you have eco lifestyle they pick the thing that will be set in place.

If you have get together you may make groups, as consuls and such, may use it to make rules too.

Nobles must hold parties for big occasions only.

Nobles must work hard for their family and earn level 10 in at least 3 skills, and get at least one education if you have university.

Workers may not hold any parties.

Workers may not take an education unless they become noble.

Workers work hard for their family and what they have.

#sims 4 challenge

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pretty-toru · 1 year

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holiday edition with single father toji

☁️ Single dad Toji, who never cared much for the holiday season but doesn't want Megumi to lose the excitement and joy leading up to Christmas. So he encourages the idea of Santa visiting their small apartment and leaving presents under the tree through traces of evidence such as taking a bite of the baked cookies that were left out for him and creating large visible footsteps in the doorway. Since Megumi's more of a nocturnal kid, Toji plays it extra safe by getting a rental suit and pretend to be Santa himself.

☁️ Single dad Toji, who's not much of a cook and usually gets around with frozen convenience meals that only require heating up or the usual take-out since preparing dinner is too much effort for him. But for the occasional treat and wanting to see Megumi's face light up on Christmas morning, he challenges himself with store-bought cinnamon rolls that he only needs to place on a pan and bake in the oven. Sounds easy and simple. What could go wrong, right? Turns out Toji forgot about it and is now left with cinnamon rolls so burnt you can't even chip a piece off with a knife.

☁️ Single dad Toji, who never imagined himself wearing an ugly Christmas sweater that Megumi chose for him as payback for forgetting to pick him up from school, but there's a first for everything. He's awkwardly planted on the sidelines receiving strange looks from people as he's watching Megumi play with the snow and enjoying himself. To fully earn his forgiveness, their next eventful stop is hot chocolates and gingerbread cookies, Christmas light displays, and watching The Grinch together to end the day.

☁️ Single dad Toji, who never really had a proper memory of any festivities while growing up but he starts feeling the quieter joy of Christmas when he spends time with his son, picking out a tree and decorating it together. Megumi always includes his own ornaments that he made himself 一 origami paper-shaped elephant or rabbit (which Toji always keeps somewhere safe after the holidays are over) along with the conventional ones, and Toji always leaves the last and final piece for Megumi which is hanging the tree topper.

#toji is nowhere perfect but he's trying and that's all that matters <3 #also megumi is maybe around seven here #toji fushiguro #jjk toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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Sulani Rental #1 My take on HoneyMaySims’ shell challenge

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Lot size: 40x30

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Built in: Sulani

Price: $73,621

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 2 years

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So, vacation is not a word in Maul’s vocabulary and I guess it’s not a common concept for Savage and Feral either but let’s say they have to, for reasons, science, research. Where would they bring a partner? Where would they let a partner bring them? I can imagine pretty underground lakes, lovely cottages in the middle of nowhere, expensive spa, busy markets one can get lost in (and spicy summery relaxed shenanigans!)

There's an adage in the common tongue among my kind you might've heard before: "Work hard, play hard."

Of course, depending on the subject of your attention, the to abandon obligations might require a little persuasion on your part. Try disrupting Savage's training regimen, or Feral from that alchemical experiment he set up. Maul's orchestration of the syndicates is a 24/7 effort. (Good luck.)

Bat your eyelashes, and make good on your promises when you whisper in their ears about the pleasures that await them. Something special for each of them awaits, appealing to their particular predilections.

It's not easy, but somehow... you manage it.

Feral: Have I mentioned how little he cares for Dathomir? He told you once the stars are different elsewhere, but maybe that was only a fanciful imagining. It's easy to understand the longing for something that isn't red and mist; that feels like a trapping. Something different. Yearnings for green worlds and endless, still waters. So somewhere off black sands where three moons hang heavy, painting the dunes blue and silver, you lead him aboard a little vessel: blindfolded. For a moment he rocks on his feet on the deck, not understanding what you meant when you said you'd rented a "ship". It's not until he sees the boat under the moonlight, and all that inky night that surrounds it -- calm and still, and black as pitch, reflecting a glittering blanket that makes it seem that you're floating. "It's a rental," you tell him as you lift anchor, setting adrift. "We have it for a week." Everything is silent. Peaceful. The stars stir with your passage when he folds you against him, smiling.

Savage: It's bizarre seeing him out of armour, bared to the waist and glistening, chalky smears decorating his face when he forgets, sizing up the challenge, and rubs his chin. Sunlight glimmers -- the rising gnarl of vines and creeper spilling over. "Up there?" He wants to be certain. "That's basecamp." A tent that will be luxury accommodation. You only arch an eyebrow, checking your climbing gear one more time for the ascent. You're sweating, limbs heavy, but not undone by the challenge yet. That fierce look on his face that you've joined him has made this excursion worth it. "And if I get there before you --" he hazards. A peek over your shoulder reveals Tython's sprawling temple ruin, a gutted mess of stones and statuary reclaimed by the planet's verdure. Birds soar overhead. The Force thrums. You're halfway up the ascent. "I'll still rub your neck," you tell him with a wink. "But maybe not your dick." He's chuckling as he hefts you up by your waist, urging you to climb before him as he grapples the stone handholds on the rock face. "Better be quick," he rumbles, but he's grinning as you start climbing. "This vacation was to let off some steam."

Maul: You realize how much you need to isolate him to make him stop thinking about work. No datapads. No holocalls. No comm devices. Not even a droid. He doesn't like it. Not one bit. But you cajole him, "I promise it'll be worth it. You need the rest." You could have taken him to the Red Grotto, or maybe to a a nice weekend at Junari Point, or even for some gambling in the Cantonica system (but you remember how that last trip ended) so you opt for something simple: "That's hardly funny," he tells you when you bring a map to the Lake Country up. So you drift, just two of you in his ship for what seems like an age while he grouses and complains, and you watch your weekend in the little terraced cottage overlooking the water whither. "It's irrelevant," he tells you finally, after you've stopped bickering. "It doesn't matter." But by this point your surly, and while you recognize he's been every place from Nal Hutta to Mustafar, you've still underestimated him. He takes your hand, pulling you to sit atop his knee, getting rid of the star map altogether. "The destination isn't the important thing," he murmurs into your shoulder. You soften at his conspiratorial tone, smiling into your neck in a way that builds anticipation at becoming his co-captain. He punches in a random coordinate. Mischief suits him, it darkens his edges. "It's the journey." You suck in a little breath. "What are you doing?" you ask him. He smirks, and says, "Road trip, darling?"

#Darth Maul #Savage Opress #Feral Opress #Darth Maul x Reader #Maul x Reader #Darth Maul x You #Maul x You #Savage Opress x Reader #Savage Opress x You #Feral Opress x Reader #Feral Opress x You #the night market of dathomir

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frootjice · 2 years

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i redid tati’s home ( from my legacy challenge ) and i did a spanish theme and it got the gears turning and i thought i’d make some homes for oasis springs and/or a rental!

CC FREE!

30 x 20 lot

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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Hey! Idk if you’re taking requests but would you write something about Harry and Y/N Enemies to Lovers and they hate each other but one time Y/N gets her period around Harry and she’s just mortified and instead of being mean like she would expect him to, he help her out and she’s a bit awkward but it’s kind of a sweet moment at the same time… idk haha just ignore if that’s weird 😅

NOT WEIRD, THIS IS SOOOOOO CUTE! Also, I just finished the worst period I've ever had in my life and writing this was healing 🥹

There’s no rule in the world that says you must like your co-workers and Harry and Y/N took that with great delight. Everything about them was contradictory, like oil and water, they did not mesh. Despite this, they were the absolute best teachers in the school and students just liked them - this led them to be voted class sponsors for the seniors, which unfortunately meant that they spent a lot more time together now than they would have ever liked to.

Fund raisers, class meetings, prom committee, senior outings and events…there were tons of things they had been doing with the senior class and as much as they were able to act professionally with each other they wouldn’t miss a chance to shoot a glare or roll their eyes when the other got under their skin for some reason. Today was no different as they sat across from each other at the large table in the teacher’s lounge with some of the parent sponsors for the senior class. Today was especially challenging for Y/N because she was PMS-ing hard. Her period was due next week she felt bloated and irritated, and now Harry was proposing that they completely scrap the idea for the senior winter formal that they had originally planned. It was nearly November, the time for brainstorming was long over and this meeting was just about finalizing things and presenting their budget and plan to the parent sponsors who were helping out with the event. Y/N had worked tirelessly to put together an itemized list of the outstanding costs and now Harry was kicking off the meeting with a completely new idea for the theme. It was irksome to say the least.

“Harry, we have a little over a month to pull this off, this is not feasible.” Y/N countered when he asked for feedback. It was a great idea, not that she would ever tell him that, but it was too late now. As he looked at her she knew that deep down he was narrowing his eyes at her, but he couldn’t do just that in front of the parents.

“I’m afraid I agree with Y/N, Harry.” One of the mothers said, “It’s a great idea, but we don’t have enough time to change things so drastically at the last minute.” The woman said with a slight frown. That was pretty much the consensus of the other five parents in the meeting.

“Alright, it was just an idea, no harm.” He assured everyone with a tight smile.

“So then let’s proceed with the budget proposal for the remainder of the items.” Y/N said, “As discussed, the school will cover the costs for the venue, catering, photo booth, DJ, and party rentals, this includes chairs, tables, and table cloths, and lastly the party favors.” She said and the parents nodded, “In front of you you’ll see an itemized list of the remaining things that we need help with. Decor, centerpieces, a dessert table, and one other entertaining thing to do at the formal.” After she went over this the parents there started discussing ideas for fundraising or having her jot down names of people they knew who might be able to cut them a deal.

As she was writing she suddenly felt a sharp pain at her lower back and hips and it made her slightly gasp as it seemed to travel all the way down to her knees. It felt like she was being pulled apart and then she felt a warm wet feeling in her pants. This could not be happening now. She was due next week! As the cramp faded she glanced down to her crotch discretely and was grateful that she hadn’t seemed to leak. Maybe she could bolt to the bathroom and just use some toilet paper in the meantime, she was right by the door. But as she slightly lifted herself up she felt even more blood seep out of her and quickly sat down and what a mistake that was because then she felt it soak into her slacks. Of course she was wearing tan slacks and a thong today. Just her luck.

As the meeting went on Harry spared a glance at Y/N, still upset because she started this whole motion to turn down his idea when he was jus advocating for the students. He hoped to give her a good dirty look but she was hyper-focused on the page below her and looking extraordinarily tense and she remained that way for the rest of the time. She said her goodbyes and stayed sitting in her seat as Harry packed his things up.

“You really shit on my ideas today.” He mumbled and she sighed.

“There just isn’t enough time to re-plan everything, Harry. It wasn’t personal, as much as you might think.” She explained.

“Yeah, whatever.” He mumbled and he brushed past her and through the door. She waited a few seconds and then looked back to the door to make sure no one was within view before she stood up. She then glanced back a bit to see that there was indeed a noticeable stain at very base and a little higher on the butt of her slacks. She then looked down at the chair and saw that she had lightly stained the gray fabric of the chair. She felt so embhassased, she was a grown as woman! How could it be that she just stained her pants and the chair with period blood. How was she not prepared just in case? It could probably be the surge of hormones but she felt angry with herself and she was going to cry.

“Shit.” She mumbled and blinked away the tears forming in her eyes that were blurring her vision and hurriedly grabbed her things to throw them in her tote and she was leaning over the table to grab her pen that had slightly rolled away when she heard Harry come back in.

“Forgot my phone on the-” he stopped as he saw her leaned over the table and the obvious stain on her pants. She turned around to face him quickly with a nervous look in her eyes and her bottom lip bitten between her teeth feeling absolutely mortified. He looked shocked, he had clearly seen the giant stain on her ass and she was bracing herself for him to say something mean or to make fun of her. Just the thought made a single tear trickle down her face. What she was not at all expecting was for him to put his bag down and pull off his cardigan and hand it over to her.

“The swim team just got out of practice and they’re roaming around the halls.” He said and just took it and tied the arms around her hips, the body of the sweater reached down the backs of her thighs, effectively covering the stain.

“Thank you.” She responded softly and he nodded.

“Are you OK?” He asked coming a bit closer and she nodded, “Don’t cry, it’s OK. It happens, yeah?” He said softly and she sniffled and nodded, “Do you need anything?” He asked her and she sighed.

“Is one of the girls out there? Maybe they have a tampon or something.” She said and he shook his head.

“It was the boys team. But I ummm, I set up a little drawer at the back of my classroom with tampons and pads in case anyone has an emergency, you can go get whatever you need.” He offered. How sweet was he? She was about to cry all over again.

“Ummm yeah that’d be great.” She responded lowly.

“Yeah, here are my office keys. I can watch your stuff.” He said and she took them and hurried out to his classroom. She easily found the drawer and headed off to the bathroom to try and clean up a bit.

Harry felt so bad for Y/N, being a woman was hard. He understood that well having grown up in a largely female household. He looked down to where she was sitting and saw that there was a small stain there as well. She was probably so mortified, but it wasn’t her fault, shit happens. He pushed himself off from his leaning position on the table and went over to the sink and folded up some paper towels before blotting at the stain, it wasn’t too bad, it appeared to be really superficial so he just folded those up and dropped them to side and then headed over to the little supply closet they had in the teachers lounge. Harry looked around and found a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and an old rag. He then grabbed one of the disposable cups from their water dispenser and went to fill it with some cold water to dilute the stain a bit more. As that sat there for a moment he put some hydrogen peroxide in the cup and then a couple pumps of dish soap and swirled it around. He then went back over to chair and knelt on the ground as he poured a bit of the concoction he made over the wet stain and started rubbing at it with the rag he found. Just then Y/N came back in and he glanced up.

“Oh my god, don’t I can clean it. That’s not sanitary.” She said with a frown as she put her things down.

“It’s just blood, Y/N.” He said nonchalantly, “Besides it’s almost out.” He said as he lifted the rag to show her and he was right. He folded it over to a clean side and poured a little more of the concoction over it and rubbed at it for a bit more before moving the rag out of the the way to check the progress, “Oh, good as new.” He said as he glanced up to her with a little smile. If he had a girlfriend she was a lucky girl. She could hate him all she wanted but this just scored major points with her.

“Thank you so much for your help, Harry.” She said, brows creased in as if she were somehow sorry that he was in this situation.

“Yeah, no worries.” He assured as he grabbed the rag and paper towels he had previously dropped on the floor and pressed himself up to a stand.

“Maybe we should just throw that away.” She said and he nodded, “Is there like a bag somewhere…” she looked around.

“There might be ziplocks in the drawers.” He suggested and she looked around and finally found a gallon sized one and opened it up for him to drop the soiled materials in there and she zipped it up and tossed it before grabbing the peroxide and with his direction put it back where it belonged as he washed his hands, “Ready to go?” He asked and she nodded. It was silent between them as they made their way through the now desolate building. However, when they got outside they could see that there were still students hanging out outside in the quad which was on the way to the staff parking lot.

“I was about to give this back, but can you walk me to my car? I had to wash my pants and the whole crotch is wet and it looks like I pissed myself.” She huffed.

“Of course, c’mon.” He said leading the way and the students did call out goodbye to them and they waved before making their way out of their sight. He walked her up to her car and she unlocked it before unwrapping the sleeves of his cardigan from her hips before looking up to him again.

“Again, thank you so much, Harry. I owe you one.” She said and he shook his head.

“Nah, it’s fine. It happens.” He assured.

“And I’m serious, it wasn’t personal about turning down your idea. I really liked it.” She said with a soft look in her eyes.

“I know…I was just being a dick. I told the kids it was a long shot at this rate, but it was worth a shot, you know?” He asked and she nodded.

“Well, here you go,” she said giving back the cardigan and as he grabbed it from her their fingers barely brushed and it made her tummy tingle a bit at how warm he was. She had always viewed him as insufferable and a little cocky, but after what he had done for her this evening her ideas of him were completely gone and all she had to work with was the soft and gooey feelings she had towards him now. Maybe it was just the hormones running amok in her, but she wanted to hug him and cuddle him close.

“Thanks.” He smiled at her, “Get home safe.” He said as he started walking off.

“You too!” She called out and watched as he got to his car before settling into hers.

**************

The next morning Harry arrived at school and headed straight to his classroom, how he normally did. He greeted anyone he saw in the halls with a kind smile and when he reached his classroom he noticed that the door wasn’t closed all the way. The latch got stuck sometimes, so maybe Y/N didn’t notice it hadn’t shut all the way. He let himself inside and Y/N jumped when she saw him come in.

“Oh my god, you scared me!” She scolded and he chuckled.

“You’re in my class, I should be scared!” He responded as he approached her, her hand rested over her chest, “Is there something you needed?” He asked her as he set his things down on his desk and she shook her head.

“No, I just ummm, I brought you coffee and a slice of banana bread from this bakery I like. They’re gluten free and-”

“Y/N, you don’t owe for yesterday. I was just being a decent human being.” He assured her.

“Well if that’s you simply being decent then I have clearly misjudged you.” She said to him, “I haven’t always been the nicest-”

“Neither have I.” He cut in.

“Well that’s true, but we have to work closely this whole year, I don’t want it to be stressful or to suck. I want it to be fun. I want to call a truce, Harry. I really think we can have fun if we work together. So what do you say?” She proposed hopefully, just then the bell rang, students would be flooding in soon.

“Yeah, truce.” He smiled and she smiled as well as she extended her hand to his and he took it and shook it a few times and the door to his class burst open as students started to flood in and they pulled away quickly.

“Cool, have a good class.” She said and hurried out as the kids got settled in and he started settling into his desk and he smiled at the little brown bag with his banana bread inside.

“What was Miss Y/L/N doing in here?” Lydia, one of the girls from the senior class asked.

“Nothing, just chatting.” He said to her.

“About the formal?” She asked hopefully, this girl always wanted to be steps ahead.

“Can’t people just talk to talk, Lydia? Besides, Miss Y/L/N’s hot who wouldn’t want to talk to her, huh Mr. Styles?” Hunter, one of the jocks up front said with a smirk.

“That’s quite enough, Hunter.” Harry said as his heart started pounding a bit harder.

“Why were you holding hands?” Lydia asked and Hunter grinned.

“We were shaking hands, not holding hands. And either way, it’s none of your business.” He said to Lydia and then his door burst open and he saw Y/N standing there.

“Sorry, I left my keys on your desk. Got locked out of my classroom.” She said meekly.

“Oh ummm, yeah come on in.” He said a bit awkwardly and she headed over and smiled at the class as she reached his desk. He looked around over the surface and saw the keys on the desk and they both reached for them at the same time, their hands knocking together. The awkward fumble made Harry feel even more nervous as they giggled awkwardly at each other.

“Thanks. Bye.” She nearly whispered.

“Bye.” He hummed, his eyes following her as she hurried out of his classroom.

“Just admit that she’s hot, Mr. Styles.” Hunter smirked and Harry’s face went red when he realized he’d been caught watching her leave.

“Just…shut up, Hunter.” He grumbled bashfully as he glanced down at his hand on his desk, the one that had touched Y/N’s, waiting for the hot feeling to fade from his face but it was no use, everyone had already seen it.

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theflyingfeeling · 2 years

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How about number 7 for (t)twins? 👀

it's a J/J kinda evening 😌💕

(fun fact: I actually wrote a very different kind of version of this prompt first, but it wasn't fluffy enough and I wanted to challenge myself to write something short and sweet about J/J for change 😅 let me know if you want to read the longer and less fluffy version (with a lot more rain and pining!))

07. We’re arguing in the rain and you kiss me (1027 words)

“This was a stupid idea, Porko.”

“This was a great idea and you know it, Hokka, as are all my ideas, may I remind you.”

“All your other ideas are stupid too.”

Joonas slowed down his scooter to take a look at Google Maps again. The rain droplets falling on his phone had begun to grow in size and the muffled sound of thunder echoed from above them.

Their hotel shouldn’t be far away, but it seemed the busy streets of Berlin had played a trick on them and now they had been circling the same few blocks for almost 45 minutes in search of their accommodation. A few hours ago, when they had left on their little escapade, it had still been sunny and pleasantly warm, but now the dark blue clouds looming above the horizon were rapidly crawling towards them and the people in the plaza were opening their umbrellas in anticipation of the upcoming downpour.

“For fuck’s sake, it’s staring to rain,” Joel voiced his insightful observation, as if by now Joonas didn’t have to wipe his phone screen on his shirt every few seconds to keep it dry.

“Well, I’m awfully sorry controlling the weather is not in my power,” he mumbled.

“We could have just gone for drinks at the nice bar we saw the other night, but noooooo, Mr. Tourist just had to gawk at the Brandenburg Gate, as if you haven’t been here dozens of times before,” Joel kept on grumbling as he leaned on the handles of his rental bicycle.

“Oh, chill, drama queen, you can soon spent the whole fucking night at the hotel bar if you wish. Clearly it was my mistake to think it’d be fun to do something different for change.”

Joonas glared at Joel and turned back to his phone, but the more he looked at it, the less he knew which way they were supposed to be going, and the water smearing the screen of his phone only made him more tense about the situation.

“It clearly was, Joonas, for I would have never–”

“Yes, because you never anything, Joel! If it was up to you, we’d keep sulking inside the whole time like some fucking hermits because you’re as fucking paranoid about people these days as you are of the fucking harbour seagulls!” Joonas exploded, finally growing sick of the constant nagging from behind him.

He slipped his phone back in his pocket to protect it from the rain and hopped off his scooter to park it by the side of the brick wall decorated with colourful graffiti they had driven past at least five times by now. Then he sat on the steps of what looked like the back door of a restaurant and hugged his knees to his chest. The downpour was blasting on them at full force now, drenching their hair and all their clothes in a matter of seconds.

Joonas kept trying to swallow the hopeless sobs pooling in inside his chest; he really had thought going on a little downtown adventure would have helped them both relax after a long day of PR and meetings and content creation, and it probably would have, had the weather and the unreliableness of the damn map application ruined his grand plan to make out with Joel in every corner of downtown Berlin.

A sudden warmth spread to Joonas’ body from his left side as Joel sat next to him, just as wet and cold as he was, but still somehow radiating pleasant heat.

A quick kiss was planted on his cheek, so quick that Joonas wasn’t sure if he had imagined it.

“Hey,” Joel’s quiet voice sounded close to his ear. “I’m sorry.”

Joonas bit his lip to keep himself from saying something snarky in response, such as “you better be”, before he remembered how hard it could still sometimes be for Joel to get as sentimental as to apologise for his bratty behaviour; he was still struggling from time to time, learning how to be a good boyfriend, and Joonas intended to be there with him on every step of the way.

“I know,” Joonas nodded and turned his face to peck Joel’s lips lightly. Joel, however, clearly had other thoughts as he deepened the kiss, catching Joonas’ bottom lip in between his own, which Joonas was happy to allow him. Their rain-soaked hair kept dripping on their faces, and although he knew it was in vain, Joonas lifted his hands to dry Joel’s cheek, all the while leaning in for one more kiss after another.

Joel’s quiet giggle was the sweetest sound Joonas had ever heard when he began leaving small kisses all over Joel’s wet face and down his neck where he could still smell traces of the aftershave Joel had borrowed from him. He could never get enough of neither hearing Joel’s laughter nor mouthing at his long neck, but Joel’s hands guiding him back up to meet his kisses forced him to do so nevertheless. Luckily sliding his tongue against Joel’s was the perfect alternative, especially when he could hear soft whines leaving Joel’s throat.

“Joonas,” Joel said, breaking their lips apart once more. “I just… You know I don’t actually think your ideas are stupid, right?”

The genuine, sort of worried look in Joel’s bright eyes would have been enough to convince Joonas, had he not already known the truthful state of affairs even without Joel’s sincere confession.

“Like… the one you had about going to Eurovision turned out to be a pretty good one, at least.”

“‘Pretty good’, you say? Really?” Joonas scrunched his nose as if irritated, but still couldn’t help but bump it against Joel’s softly.

“One of your best, I admit,” Joel smiled. “Way better than this one, anyway.”

“You think so?” Joonas leaned close enough to easily take Joel in for another kiss but just far enough to keep the man on the edge. “Why, I’m afraid it’s just a matter of perspective.”

Then he pushed Joel by his shoulders until his back hit the stone paving flooding with rainwater and leaned over him to connect their lips again.

#blind channel #blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfiction #spring fluff by theflyingfeeling #man this really was a challenge but i tried! 😅#writing moody j/j is much easier for me 🤔#i hope this was worth the wait dear anon 🥺

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pilotinthestars · 2 years

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unknown zones below the surface | PilotInTheStars

rating: g | word count: 1.4k | ao3 | @today-in-fic

One challenge of traveling for work was figuring out where you were going to eat, in between interviewing locals and chasing strange liver-eating men through cities. Driving through the backcountry usually led to lunches and dinners at gas stations, where they bought their fill of convenience store snacks, or, if they got lucky, stopping at a little diner that paid little attention to them. There had been a place in Iowa that they had stopped at for breakfast, and in the magical way that only Mom-and-Pop diners could accomplish, Scully thought that it had been one of the best meals she had ever eaten.

Some places in the middle of nowhere had an aura of mystery around them and there was always a joke balancing on the tip of Mulder’s tongue, about to claim evidence for an X-File. A few were run down and had been reclaimed by the surroundings enough that they seemed to have already been part of nature. Outsiders were wary, but locals flocked there as a gathering place.

Most days traveling, however, featured one of them disappearing into a gas station, confusing whatever poor attendant checked them out with their suits for work, and returning with snacks to rest on the dashboard. Small bags of chips, Reese's cups, and of course, sunflower seeds had been Mulder’s choice as she filled up the gas tank in their Wisconsin rental car.

Their snacks had only lasted a short while, however, and by the time they had found themselves in Delta Glen, Wisconsin, had done their preliminary start in their investigation, spoke to the sheriff, and attended a brief meeting with the Church of the Red Museum, they were both starving. Sheriff Mazeroski directed them to his own personal favorite in the center of town, and well, they were too hungry even to try and disagree or search for their own place.

She could almost pretend they weren’t here in town on strictly FBI business as they stepped into Clay’s BBQ and asked for a table for two. A teenager who couldn’t have even graduated high school yet led them to their table in the center, right in the thick of things. The decor and the staff reminded Scully of the restaurant her family had frequented during her teen years. They celebrated everything there- birthdays, anniversaries, graduations. Bill had announced he was entering the Navy there to the family. Missy had nervously told Dana in a hushed voice about her new girlfriend over milkshakes there.

Scully sensed that this little place in the town center also carried all of its secrets.

The rest of the restaurant’s guests that night couldn’t help but stare at them and their rather formal attire. Their waiter, another teen, gave them a look as well. It was clear that they were from out of town, intruders.

“Thinking about a religious conversion?” Mulder asked.

Scully looked up at him from her menu. “Hmm?”

“To the Church of the Red Museum.”

“After that meeting? Probably not.”

“Staying a voracious meat-eater?”

“Well,” Scully said, pausing as a waiter brought glasses of water over to their table. “I wouldn’t consider myself a rather voracious meat eater, but I don’t necessarily see a reason to completely cut it out. Only on Fridays if I’m dining with my mother.” She smiled at him.

It wasn’t long before Scully became acutely aware that they had been missing out on whatever small towns had to offer in their little restaurants as she ate what was possibly the best ribs she had ever had in her life. Even Mulder, usually talkative, was fully engaged in his meal. The lights of the restaurant carved out his features in a unique way and she probably shouldn’t have stared, but she did.

“You know, Mulder…” she started, cleaning her fingers with her napkin, “ribs like these I’d say the Church of the Red Museum has its work cut out for it.” He reached a napkin up to her face and she was confused for a moment before it reached her cheek. She didn’t even know she had made a mess but she supposed she couldn’t help it at an establishment like this.

“So… you started to tell me about Walk-Ins, but I’m not sure I grasped the finer points.”

And so he told her, in that way he did, as if his brain had somehow easily carried the knowledge of every cryptid, conspiracy, and strange occurrence in the world. Or at least in the United States.

It wasn’t before long that a cacophony of teen voices and a car’s horn intercepted the vicinity. Mulder processed the situation a split second before she did, his long legs carried him out the door and Scully hurriedly finished paying, leaving money on the table for a tip. Draping her coat back over her shoulders, she stepped out onto the street.

Her mind analyzed the situation and quickly filled in the missing pieces. A group of teens (it could’ve been a movie, the way they were dressed) versus Mulder, and some child, clearly a member of the Church of the Red Museum, waiting for an excuse to scurry off away from the scene.

She briefly heard the ringleader say “little wife,” and it took her another second to realize they were referring to her. Had the other patrons of the restaurant thought the same thing? Heat rose to her cheeks- she was about to be red like her lipstick.

“I finished paying,” Scully said as he pulled his coat tighter around himself.

“Of course, it’s the sheriff’s kid. Of course it is. Don’t know what else I expected,” Mulder said.

There was some deep level of tension- she could tell in the way that he was walking to the car, the stress built up in his shoulders.

It was always a debate. Who was David and who was Goliath? Scully had only gotten a glimpse at who the teenagers had been teasing- but the red turban had told her enough. That at least told her something.

“I have little sympathy for a bunch of teens picking on someone who they know won’t defend themself,” Mulder later said, as they drove out to their motel, the one the sheriff had recommended.

“Me neither,” Scully said. “Sometimes it’s hard to believe that a supposed pacifist religion is the start of any of the major problems around here.”

At a stoplight, he turned to look at her.

“I mean…” she continued. “What does the Church of the Red Museum accomplish by purposefully agitating others in the first place? They just make the rest of the surrounding town angry. They do anything illegal and I doubt the local authorities are going to do anything to benefit a religion they don’t understand and already don’t like.”

He was silent for a bit, but she knew his mind was turning behind his eyes. She wondered if he had once been the boy with the red turban, if he had seen himself in that teenager. He was quiet about some things, even if he had bared his soul open about his darkest tragedy in a motel room in Oregon after two days. He was the psychologist, but sometimes she could fill in the blanks. Were comments thrown at him, too, when his sister disappeared? Or did people treat him with sympathy and not some unfortunate circumstance? Did he wander the neighborhoods at night looking for Samantha.

Some things weren’t for her to know.

“They gain nothing,” he replied. “Nothing but more disdain.”

He pulled into the parking lot and it was clear from one glance that the motel was dingy, but not the worst they had ever seen. Scully opened the car door and stepped out.

“Scully?”

She looked over at him. He tossed the packet of Reese’s from the car to her.

“Dessert,” he said, grinning at her. His legs carried him to the trunk, where he picked up his overnight bag and slung it over his shoulder. Scully followed. When her bag was over her shoulder, she slid the last peanut butter cup out of the wrapper and disposed of the garbage in the trashcan by the motel steps.

“Hopefully they’ll have two rooms,” Mulder said. “Though I’m not sure most Wisconsin-ers are clamoring to stay here.”

“Most probably aren’t,” Scully said. He opened the door to the check-in desk open for her and she stepped inside. Something told her the night was going to be short.

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