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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Cookies and Crumbs (baon, 12 days of Cheer)

Note: For the 12 Days of Cheer!

Day #1: Ugly Sweaters | Day #2 Family | Day #3 Ice Skating | Day #4 Santa

Day #5 Decorations | Day #6 Cocoa | Day #7 Toys | Day #8: Mistletoe

Day #9: Cookies

Note: I have bronchitis, so I might be taking a few days off. Enjoy this one, at least. ^_^

Tags: Spicyhoney, Kustard, Domestic, Humor, Established Relationship, Fluffy Times

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The idea for a double date of sorts had been Edge’s, but Stretch was enthusiastic about it almost immediately.

Everything seemed busier during the holidays, Humans and Monsters alike bustling, and too often Edge found he was staying at the Embassy later than he meant, bringing work home with him as well. Stretch never complained, but that didn’t mean Edge wasn’t well aware of his own failings, and that his husband was spending far too much time on his own in their house. The buses were overflowing this time of year and Stretch was more reluctant to head into town when it was crowded with surly shoppers. The neighborhood children were also still in school, and Edge did not miss that Stretch’s delight at seeing him walk through the door was tinged with relief.

It didn’t help that the Public Relations department was also very busy during December, taking as much advantage of the holiday cheer as they could, and they planned many events, all of which Jeff needed to attend.

What it all meant was that the only gift Stretch had gotten so far this holiday was one of being alone and Edge wasn’t so focused on the work pouring in that he couldn’t see the melancholy settling in. That was a present that needed returned with haste, with or without the receipt, and that was when he began to plan.

A little cookie decorating party with Jeff and Antwan seemed like the perfect solution. Festive, fun, and in his experience, cookies could build a tasty a bridge through all types of sorrow and loneliness.

He’d been surprised when Stretch hesitantly asked if he could invite Blue, as if he was worried that Edge would object. As though he ever would; whatever issues he might have with Stretch’s brother tended to pale next to what Red could come up with at any given moment. That led to inviting Papyrus and Sans, and eventually, he’d been forced to offer to Red simply in the spirit of not leaving him out, but it was no surprise he hadn’t come. His brother had given him a look of nearly injurious disappointment, shaking his head and muttering beneath his breath about liabilities.

Movie nights were one thing, it seemed. Sugary arts and crafts entirely another.

Edge spent the day before making the cookies, plain sugar cookies, rolled out and cut into a variety of shapes. He’d made the royal icing as well, added the food coloring and poured it into small squeeze bottles. Little bowls and jars of decorations were scattered over the table, colored sugar and a rainbow variety of chocolate sprinkles for the cookie artists.

All of whom were giggling together like children. Stretch’s cookies were somewhat messier, icing colors muddling together with a kaleidoscope of candy decorations and Jeff’s more cautiously neat; the stripes in his stocking cookie were careful and precise, bedazzled with silver jimmies.

Blue’s cookies were very meticulous, except where his brother had slyly stuck a gumdrop or cinnamon candy when he wasn’t looking and his frequent indignant cries of ‘Papy!’ were always couched with his own laughter.

Papyrus...well. He was very intent, piping icing furiously with his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, piling on the candies and sprinkles with wild abandonment. Perhaps those cookies could be a gift for Undyne.

It was Stretch and Jeff that held most of his attention. Both of them had smears of icing here and there. A blotch of bright green underneath one of Stretch’s sockets and red on one cheekbone. Jeff had a smear of yellow on his forehead that traveled all the way into his hair. Neither of them noticed; they worked as one, reaching over each other for icing bottles or the dish of star-shaped sprinkles.

They were both flushed with happiness, each sparkling in their own way, and Edge only wanted to watch for as long as it lasted.

“Here.”

Edge glanced at Antwan who was holding out a steaming mug. He took it, inhaling deeply of the spices and velvet purple. Mulled wine, he realized, and took a sip, rolling it over his tongue. “That’s very good. Where were you hiding that away?”

Antwan shrugged. “I brought over a thermos. You’re hard to surprise.” He nodded over at the others. “They all seem happy.”

“They do.” That happiness was all Edge wanted from this. Cookies were merely a side effect.

Antwan’s expression was soft, watching them, his gaze lingering on Jeff, and Edge suddenly realized how rarely Antwan looked that way. He was quick with a laugh and biting sarcasm, he and Stretch bantered like the hens gabbling together in their backyard. But it wasn’t often that he looked so indulgent, almost vulnerable. He’d finally let Jeff into his closely-guarded heart. It was a good look on him.

Edge wondered at his own expressions, whenever he looked at Stretch.

As if he’d heard Edge thinking his name, Stretch looked up, his grin widening. “hey over there, we don’t need a foreman. you guys need to get over here to help.”

“Yes, sir,” Edge murmured and Stretch snorted.

“as if. okay, captain, you’re on cookie duty, starting now.”

Edge went to him, setting down the mug as he sat next to his husband, already anticipating that Stretch would steal a sip, the same way he stole a quick kiss on Edge’s cheek bone. From the faint stickiness left behind, Edge assumed he now had a matching frosting smear of his own. No matter. There was no sign of that incipient melancholy now, only warm delight.

Antwan hung back, holding up his thermos, “Anyone else want a drink?”

“that better be whiskey.”

As one, they turned to the kitchen door to see Red glowering his way in with a grinning Sans at his heels. He was wearing that hat, the Santa hat, and Edge was morbidly curious what blackmail Sans had on Red for it to keep making an appearance. Perhaps it was best not to know; some things could never be unlearned.

“It’s alcohol,” Antwan shrugged

“close enough.”

More mugs were shared, the kitchen cozily warm as they crowded around the table. Antwan set aside his empty thermos to sit next to Jeff as Edge selected a cookie in the shape of a sled and was immediately forced to defend it from a coup as Stretch sneakily attempted to blob on purple icing. Blue was giggling as Papyrus loudly scolded Sans for not only stealing a cookie but for disgracefully dipping it into his mug, wine was not an appropriate beverage for that even if it was warm, have some standards!

Edge couldn’t help glancing at his brother out of the corner of his socket at where he was leaning against the counter, watching them all. All his people gathered together, laughing and squabbling as they decorated cookies. He couldn’t name the fleeting emotion that crossed Red’s face, almost immediately hidden beneath his sharp grin before he took a loud slurp from his mug. But he thought it might be something like contentment. He hoped it was.

“c’mon, edgelord, you’re falling behind,” Stretch nudged him with an elbow. “i’ve already got four done!”

“It’s not a race,” Edge told him tartly, then added, lower, “but I’d bet I can beat you.” Stretch’s eye lights gleamed, bright with glee and every time Edge thought he couldn’t love him more, he was proven wrong. Hopefully he always would.

“you’re on! most cookies finished wins, and the loser has to clean up!”

Immediately the conversation swelled, arguments of what constituted a properly decorated cookie breaking out, and Edge swiftly began piping, not really caring who won.

Shared happiness was the real goal and that was a cookie unlikely to crumble.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name #12 days of cheer

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aubrinn · 5 years

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So I’ve decided that I’m going to go ahead and start posting my legacy family. I’ve actually realized that I don’t have as many pictures of them as I thought but it’s cool (besides the fact that the only picture I have from Gen 1 is the top picture in this post because I only thought about posting stuff around the time Gen 2 came around). First, a few informational tidbits that I think should be included, and then a story of how Gen 1 went (spoiler alert: it was a mess from the beginning). There’s a lot that I’m going to talk about, so if you don’t want to read so much, just skip down to the next to last paragraph titled “Summary,” but I really hope you’ll take the scenic read because I feel like that would give more insight and connection to the family. But without further ado, welcome to my Flores legacy!

1. This is my first ever legacy. My best friend and I decided to do a legacy challenge together. I think there are a bunch of rules and stuff - like certain traits, careers, and storyline stuff - but we aren’t following any of those. We just decided on no cheats for money, careers, and all that good stuff. The real challenge for me will be not getting bored. I don’t usually use cheats, so that part is easy for me.

2. I decided to start a legacy because the biggest family trees I’ve had span to 3 gens, and the 3rd gen is usually a baby or child before I get bored and make a new family. So I thought this would be an opportunity for me to feel a connection to a whole line of the same family and experience a full family tree where my sims actually have great-grandparents and cousins and uncles and all that.

3. When I started this legacy, I had an idea of the founder living more of a simple life, so in the picture she has just moved into a small, wooden house in that 20x20 lot on the Windenburg island. But that whole idea crumbled very quickly.

4. My editing skills are last to all (you know that phrase “second to none” which means you’re the best? well I suck so I’m last to all). I’m pretty new to editing and have only done simple stuff, so don’t expect much from my pictures because they will look pretty much like the original.

5. I’ve noticed that I tend to use a lot of parentheses.

6. Yes the family name is from one of xxxtentacion’s songs. Fight me.

Generation 1

Jocelyn Flores moved into her little shack house in Windenburg with the dream of becoming a famous artist. She preferred to paint outside because of the natural light and scenery (but it literally would not stop raining so painting rarely happened). I don’t remember where she met Marcus (after some thinking I think we joined the Partihaus club) but she met him and she thought he was really attractive. She flirted with him and asked him to woohoo and he said yes. Lo and behold, he had gotten her pregnant. She invited him over to tell him the news, and he seemed excited to become a father. Jocelyn liked Marcus and wanted to get to know him so they could possibly be together, but he turned down any non-flirtatious interactions from her (he literally only wanted her if she wanted to woohoo and we were not there for that). Then and there she decided she was done with him and that she would raise her baby alone. Jocelyn named her baby girl Beatrice (I’ve been told that’s an old lady name but I don’t care because I love that name), and she loved Beatrice more than anyone else.

One night, Eva invited Jocelyn to a party at the Ancient Ruins, and Jocelyn decided that she could use a night out (because I never take my sims out the house when there’s 2+ of them so I wanted to get out the house for once). The girls showed up to the party, and Marcus was there (I actually think I invited him but for storyline purposes, he was already there). His dashing good looks reminded Jocelyn why she wanted to be with him, so she bought him some drinks and chatted and flirted. (I thought maybe since he was being friendly it meant he would be open to getting to know Jocelyn and have a real relationship with her.) Convinced that his nice behavior meant Beatrice wouldn’t have to grow up without a father, Jocelyn hopped into the bushes with him and woohooed. And of course, she was pregnant again. And to my surprise (though I shouldn’t have been), after telling him the news, he again wanted nothing to do with her. Jocelyn (and I) then decided she was officially done with him. If you blow a second chance you’re not getting a chance to fool her a third time.

I then built Jocelyn a proper house on the 20x20 lot (it wasn’t cute, I’m not much a builder). Jocelyn gave lots of attention to Beatrice and her new son Sawyer. She fueled their imagination (skill) while also pursuing her dream. Marcus came over sometimes to see the kids, but he mostly just sat on the couch and watched tv. Not too long after Jocelyn gave birth, Eva became pregnant again. Curious as to who her babydaddy was, I used mccc on her to find out, and I was beyond shocked to find out that it was Marcus! Like how are we gonna share a babydaddy with our best friend?! Ridiculous. I didn’t want to see him after that. I was so done with him.

I decided to move the family into another house in Windenburg. I did it up and made it into a decent 3-bedroom house. Jocelyn, still wanting to find love, went on a couple of dates using the Simda dating app before going on a date with Diego Lobo. With him being an art critic, she felt like Diego understood the importance of fine art. They got along perfectly. After more dates and much more time together, Jocelyn proposed and he said yes. They celebrated their engagement with some woohoo back at his apartment, and the next day around the same time confetti burst into the air. Yep. Jocelyn was pregnant. Again.

(Then I took a break from sims - or maybe it was just this legacy - but when I came back I didn’t feel any connection between Jocelyn and Diego, so I made her break up with him. Bur for storyline purposes, we’ll say she realized that she only wanted to get married because she was scared of the idea of raising three kids alone, but then she realized she had gotten this far on her own and that she could continue being a strong, independent woman.)

Jocelyn then realized she didn’t want to get married to Diego. She was scared of the idea of raising all her kids on her own, but she realized that she had been doing just that all this time and that she didn’t need a man’s help if she didn’t truly love him. So she broke off the engagement.

Life went pretty smoothly after that. Jocelyn gave birth to her third child, a girl, and named her Ari. Diego wanted to be a part of Ari’s life, and he called her often. Marcus, on the other hand, stopped visiting and calling as if he didn’t know to where they moved (but I know he knew because that child support money still found its way to Jocelyn’s mailbox every week or so). The kids enjoyed the snow and sun and everything that the Seasons expansion pack had to offer in Windenburg. Jocelyn had many hookups (especially with Paolo Rocca) but she never settled. She was happy being a single mother (while Marcus ended up having 8 children total, by Jocelyn, Eva, Candy Behr, and I think one other woman).

Time went on. Birthday cakes were baked. Candles were blown. Beatrice, a teen, decided to get involved in school and join the drama club. After the first day, she knew she wanted to be an actress. A few days before becoming a young adult, she won a drama club accolade, and when she did age up, she moved to Del Sol Valley to achieve her newfound dream of becoming a famous actress. (The bottom picture is after she moved and Sawyer visited her.)

Summary: Jocelyn hooked up with Marcus and got pregnant, and he wanted nothing to do with her when she told him she wanted to have a serious relationship. She had her baby and named her Beatrice. She then saw Marcus at a party. He was friendly and non-flirty, so Jocelyn thought he would be open to having a real relationship. She bought him some drinks, and then they both slipped off into the bushes, resulting in a second pregnancy that turned out to be a boy who she named Sawyer. Marcus, again, wanted nothing to do with Jocelyn, so she decided that that was his last chance and she was now really done with him. She cared for Beatrice and Sawyer more than any mother could, and she met Diego Lobo. Jocelyn and Diego hit it off, so after some time she proposed, and he said yes. They celebrated with woohoo, which resulted in Jocelyn’s third pregnancy. She gave birth to a girl named Ari. Jocelyn broke off the engagement, realizing she only wanted to marry him because she was scared of raising three kids alone. Being in Ari’s life was important to Diego, so he called her often. Marcus couldn’t be bothered enough to do more than send child support checks. As time went on, everyone aged up, and Beatrice became a teen. She joined the school drama club which led her to aspire to be a famous actress. She won a club accolade and moved to Del Sol Valley once she was old enough to achieve her dreams (the bottom picture is after she moved and Sawyer visited her).

And that’s all, folks! Hope you enjoyed the read (whether it was long or short), and I hope you’ll come back for more on the Flores family.

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #get famous #get famous gameplay #ts4 legacy #flores legacy #jocelyn flores #beatrice flores #sawyer flores #del sol valley

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