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biboomerangboi · 2 years

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I’m writing a stobin platonic soulmates au so I thought I’d share some headcannons I came up with for things I believe Steve and Robin did pre season four to cement their friendship.

Steve cut Robins hair because she was going through a mental freak out about how she felt like an entirely different person now and she wanted to reflect that before school started, so she tried to do it herself cause shes broke and Steve who cuts his own did it for her.

Decided to watch all the horror movies in family video to see if their was any survival tips they could glean from watching and ended up comforting each other through triggering parts and laughing at other things together because a lot of this looks fake now in comparison.

Took the kids to the arcade and went in cause it was to cold to sit in the car and they hadn’t got their jobs at family video yet. They ended up getting into a really long and really competitive game of air hockey that gathered a crowd because they both were to competitive to give up. Robin used the angles strategy, Steve used jock reflexes. He won the first game, now they go after work some nights and have rematches. They are currently tied.

Speaking of family video, I feel like they did the applications together and Robin corrected Steve a lot on things I forgot to put down, or fixed his wording to sell himself more because he has things like: played basketball, and not “was captain and therefore have leadership skills cmon Steve.” They also broke into Steve’s dads office to write them and used a lot of his fancy paper.

Came up with a joint backstory for Ericas Dnd campaign where they are twins. Robin is really good at the roleplay and Steve gets really good roles. When Robins character died and she gave a speech both Dustin and Steve cried and since then he’s tried to convince her to run off to Hollywood to be an actress so he can be her trophy husband and Robin rolls her eyes at him.

Got one of those two ring joint floaties and sat in Steve’s pool to help him with his fear of his backyard. They started talking about their biggest fears together and it helps.

Robin gets Steve to come to hippy Christmas but he’s to scared to show up empty handed so they both try to make a bunch of Christmas cookies but they keep getting distracted and some of them are burnt. Robin hides it with icing. Her parents love Steve after that.

Steve comes out to Robin when they both go to a party together, get wasted and end up hungover and puking together in the bathroom. He said it was cause it brought back memories.

Robin doesn’t have a lot of money come Christmas so she goes thrifting and upgrades an old bomber to make Steve something like a letterman since she’s noticed he’s uncomfortable wearing his own. He cries because it’s the first time someone has ever made him a present before.

Steve accidentally overhears people talking about queer stuff and spur of the moment drives himself to Indy and finds the bookstore they were talking about and buys Robin any book the cashier recommends. She hides them in Steve’s house and reads them religiously.

They have a plan to go to a gay bar during Spring Break. They would have went before then but Robin didn’t have a fake ID and Steve had to get in contact with his old crowd to get her one.

They legit have a plan to get Married once Robin graduates, but she wants to come out to the kids first so there’s no misunderstandings, they both just want the security and the safety what a lavender marriage could do for them and have very detailed plans on how to arrange elaborate affairs while doing this. In contrast their wedding plan is either a courthouse or if Will gets to them Vegas.

Robin encourages Steve’s inner mean girl. She also is mean and they both have a very cutting commentary on half of the family video clientele. When Erica comes by she joins in. She is also holding them to the free ice cream bet so they both have a swear jar they both contribute to as an Erica ice cream fund. It was Robins idea.

Robin actually can drive and she does drive at night on backroads in Steve’s car when the kids aren’t there. Steve thinks it’s a cool little chilling out ritual, he’s literally horrified to hear she doesn’t have a license and that’s why she doesn’t drive in the day or with the kids.

Steve brings Robin to babysit the kids a lot and she complains for a bit until Mike says she’s like the cool dad and Steve’s the weird overbearing mom. Steve makes a joke about Karen that is so cutting Robin chokes on her drink but she doesn’t complain after that.

Half of the marching band, Kieth and the some of the kids (Dustin, Mike and Will) think they are legit dating, when they are asked they both make gross sounds and pretend to puke but five minutes later they will be sitting on top of each other.

They are banned from being on the same team during charades because the second Steve stood up and made a single gesture Robin got the answer. The kids thought it was a fluke at first then Robin stood up and Steve did the same damn thing. Dustin is convinced the Russians gave them mind powers.

They have a lot of sleepovers. At Steve’s, Robin sneaks in around the back and uses a key she copied and never told Steve about, he genuinely believes she’s breaking in and is impressed by it. Steve climbs in her window and hides under her bed when her parents come in.

So much more but that’s about the gist of it. They just love each other dearly and mean a lot to me!!! They are best friends forever I swear!!

#yes some of these will be in the fic others I just added for fun #they mean so much to me #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #steve and robin #the irish twins #platonic stobin headcannons #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #zee writes #fic: now watch me bloom #(nail)batman and Robin

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comphy-and-cozy · 10 months

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🦋anddd could i request prompt 45 with tyson jost as a blurb?? can’t wait for these!!

xoxo love you @fallinallincurls

Prompt: #45 "I'm marrying that sweet son of a bitch."

Pairing: Tyson Jost x Reader

Word Count: ~530

Warnings: Alcohol use and chaos

This is inspired entirely by that video of Mel yelling at Gabe for being an idiot before their wedding (if anyone has it pls send me the link bc I looked for it forever but couldn't find it)

It's a perfect July day. The sun is out, with not a cloud in the sky. Music plays through the speakers, some kind of backyard-BBQ-easy-listening playlist on Spotify that keeps the mood light, fun, ready for a party. Well, an even bigger party than the one you’re at—this is like the pre-party to the pre-party.

You’re getting married this weekend, and to accommodate your friends and family who have traveled from far away to be here for you, your fiancé reserved a large (read: huge) Airbnb for everyone to gather. One thing turned into another, and somehow it’s become the pre-game for the welcome dinner, taking place later tonight. Your entire wedding party is here, along with a few scattered members of each of your families, milling about in the pool, playing cornhole, catching up with one another after a summer apart.

But by the looks of it, and judging by the overflowing bin of empty seltzer cans and beer bottles, this gang might not be making it to the welcome dinner tonight. Barzy, Dante, Kacey, and Jesse are engaged in an intense chicken match, sloshing water across Gabe, who’s shouting complaints about messing up his hair. Beside them, JT’s shirt is off, his shoulders fried, and you’re about to yell at him to put on some sunscreen because the best man can't look like a lobster on the wedding day, when you catch sight of a curly head darting around, zooming by on a children’s tricycle—where did that even come from?

“Tyson, I swear to God, if you break your face, I’m going to kill you,” you shout at him, immediately envisioning him falling over, scraping up his handsome face the before the wedding, leaving your poor photographer to frantically photoshop out the inevitably gruesome skid mark on his face.

But he’s not listening, his eyes set on the ramp that Nate is standing proudly beside. “Babe, watch this!”

You watch in horror as he pedals his legs faster, zooming up the ramp and launching off of it before Nate is tossing a beer at him. Tyson catches it in mid-air, pouring only a small stream into his mouth before he’s flying into the water, the splash sending water whooshing over the edge of the pool. He surfaces a few moments later, shaking the water out of his curls amid loud guffaws and cheers from his mates, shouting, “Tyson! Tyson! Tyson!”

Shaking your head, you laugh, amused at his stupidity, and thankful his little stunt didn't end in a disaster. But then, a moment later, you feel a pair of strong arms lifting you up off the ground and you’re shrieking, arms flailing around. The flash of red hair is the last thing you see before they release you and you’re falling, soon crashing into the water yourself, submerged beneath the rippling pool.

When you rise to the surface, it’s your name that everyone’s chanting, and soon enough, Tyson’s swimming toward you to lift you up in his arms and plant a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips.

Pure happiness and mirth fills your soul, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt, and you can’t help it when you exclaim, “I’m marrying this sweet son of a bitch!”

#tyson jost blurb #tyson jost fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #tyson jost imagine #c's 1k celly #fallinallincurls #asks

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lupuslikethewolf · 1 year

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marauders!au where the war never happened and they all got to go on and live happy lives :) its set years later, when Harry, Ron, Neville, Luna and Hermione are going into their first year.

I haven’t come up with an actual plot yet :/ but this is the setting, and they are all around their early-to-mid-thirties at this point. it's likely just domestic fluff and slice-of-life type shit, with Harry still getting into impossible amounts of fuckery whilst stressing at least 10 different adults (as he should tbh)

i can't decide whether this is set in the 90s or in the modern!era so i left it ambiguous

Barty Crouch Jr, now Professor Barty (just Barty, Crouch is my father), teaches DADA and his fiancé, Evan Rosier, is a Magizoologist who travels during the school year, comes back home for the holidays and weekends to spend with Barty, either on Hogwarts grounds or at their own home. Barty has a close friendship with McGonagall, who is Headmistress, and Poppy (who are married, but no one figured it out).

Dorcas and Marlene play International-Level Quidditch: Dorcas for England, and Marlene for Wales or Ireland (undecided). Everyone thinks they hate each other from the way they treat each other during games. They played for the Holyhead Harpies until they got recruited, and their wedding was basically the biggest, most dramatic and over-the-top graduation party Hogwarts had ever seen, hosted in the Potter Manor. everyone was hungover for days afterwards

Lily and Snape are best-friends-turned-rivals, who achieved a Mastery in Potions at the same time, and are both the youngest people to ever do so. Sev specialises in theoretical potions, and Lily specialises in experimental work, altering old potions and creating new ones. She commandeered the entire basement for her own potions lab, and Remus helps her research in his spare time.

Pandora started publishing with Xenophillius (the definition of gender-fuckery; no-one knows how they identify, not even Xeno), and they publish the most outlandish work they can, alongside Pandora’s books!! They also run Xeno's Quibbler and a couple other independent newspapers. They live out in the countryside w/ Luna. Barty & Evan are their only walking-distance neighbours, but they floo to their friends houses semi-regularly

MaryLily and StarChaser are co-parenting Harry, and being godparents/family friends of Draco, Blaise Zabini, Ron, Neville and Luna. When Harry is at pre-school, he makes friends with Hermione, and the four of them introduce Dr and Dr Granger to the magical world over the years, instead of the two month crash-course Hogwarts gives

Mary is an artist, and since she was raised half-blood, absolutely adores the technique and process of muggle painting, later enchanting it to move and learn and talk. She doesn't own anything that isn't stained with paint, bleach or hair dye. She is famous for her work, in Magical and Muggle circles, but is almost completely anonymous, and they only know what she looks like because of a group portrait she painted

Regulus is an independent researcher of old Pagan traditions and 'Muggle' magic, how different solstices and days (like All Hallows Eve) affect the Magical community, etc. He visits Barty at Hogwarts with Harry every few weeks, and later with Hermione as well, so they grew up learning about the secrets at Hogwarts, in the library, and with the teachers. Also friendly house rivalry, and the adults completely split on which houses they will go into at Hogwarts. Evan started a betting pool.

James and Sirius are the wizarding private investigators. They work everywhere, for everyone (no matter what. they don't need to charge more than what people can afford), and love it. James absolutely adores the 'Sherlock Holmes' vibes, but they are both Sherlock Holmes b/c they are simply too baddass not to be!

Remus opened a bookstore-cafe, and him and Sirius live in the flat above it. It’s really popular and became the place for students and young queer people. The bookstore stocks everything from really popular and really unknown books and authors of every genre. The regulars also notice all these really famous but really mysterious friends of Remus who come-and-go (artist!mary, author!pandora, athletes!dorlene, etc). And then, of course, is the “private” investigator boyfriend, who couldn’t be less subtle at anything if he tried.

Alice is still an Auror, and the Best of the Best, but she is so fucking fed up of the politics, DMLE, and Ministry in general. She is starting a revolution/reformation from the inside- and if that doesn’t work, quit her job and do the same thing from the outside! Frank ended up in law and becoming a Lawyer, and is glad he did, because it might be the only thing that will keep his partner out of jail if she decides to commit treason. They love Neville to bits, and would do anything for him!! They built a whole-ass greenhouse when he discovered his talent.

Peter Pettigrew works part-time with Remus at his place, but is currently training with Gringotts/other cursebreakers to become a professional cursebreaker! it is taking a long ass time with a lot of testing and work to put in, but Peter finds it interesting and it meant that he always has more stories to tell the kids when he sees them, which is a bonus because children are hard to entertain.

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foxes-that-run · 7 months

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The 1

The 1 is talking to an ex and updating them on her life, we got to see it reenacted at the 2021 Grammys when Folklore won AOTY:

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The 1 was written between March and July 2020. It had not been long since Harry and Taylor saw each other, we know of at least at Ed Sheeran's Wedding in September. Lover and Fine Line (on Taylors 30th Birthday) came out since then, 2019 had been a big year.

In the long pond sessions Taylor and Aaron talked about how it reflects the whole album. Which is interesting when Taylor also sang in Gold Rush that her mind turns Harry's life “into folklore”.

I see The 1, Cardigan and Exile as one conversation (I'll get to Betty). From pleasantries, expressing support and then rehashing their end.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit Been saying "yes" instead of "no" I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though I hit the ground running each night I hit the Sunday matinée You know the greatest films of all time were never made

In the long pond sessions Taylor said the opening line has a double meaning, that the sound of folklore was a new direction and that she was being open to new experiences personally.

Taylor has a similar line to the bus stop, in Cardigan, which is almost a continuation of The 1, “I knew I'd curse you for the longest time / Chasin' shadows in the grocery line” both capture that feeling of subconsciously looking for someone

Taylor says she’s busy, hits the ground running and fits as much as she can in. Ironic lines in a pandemic. The matinee line sounds like she made time to see Dunkirk, but maybe that's just me.

“The greatest films of all time were never made.” I love this line, she’s reflecting that their relationship was cut short. She also refers to it as a film later in the conversation in Exile. The wildest dreams music video also refers to them as Taylor and Burton

[Pre-Chorus] I guess you never know, never know And if you wanted me, you really should've showed And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow And it's alright now

In the pre-chorus Taylor reflects on the different views of their relationship in 1989 compared to HS1. They have both said they don’t communicate in person what they can in song.

'If you never bleed your never gonna grow' there is a similar line in Woman on HS1: "he’s right where I should, where I should be but you’re making me bleed”. The reference here is that Harry should have shared his feelings sooner, or then but didn't.

However, in Cruel Summer however, Taylor said "And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know, oh" so it seems mutual to hide their feelings.

In Olivia, Harry said “This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love”

It's alright is a reference to Fine Line's "We'll be a fine line / We'll be alright"

[Chorus] But we were something, don't you think so? Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool And if my wishes came true It would've been you In my defense, I have none For never leaving well enough alone But it would've been fun If you would've been the one (Ooh)

I love “roaring 20’s” like, it refers to both her age and “it was so Gatsby that year” from TIWWCHNT, referring the party 1989 era before the gates shut in Reputation. 20 is a Haylor theme also

Also tossing pennies and wishes reminds you of I wish you would.

ME! Also includes “I can never leave well enough alone”

Taylor has described their relationship as 'like the mall before the internet' in Coney Island, an incredibly fun place.

[Verse 2] I have this dream you're doing cool shit Having adventures on your own You meet some woman on the internet and take her home We never painted by the numbers, baby But we were making it count You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

I love the second verse, she is hoping that her muse is living a happy new life. To me 'adventures on your own' conjures up Harry's post One Direction career. Which it may have been with his second album freshly released.

'We never painted by the numbers' is similar to 'you painted my nights a colour I have searched for since' in Question..?

[Pre-Chorus] I guess you never know, never know And it's another day waking up alone [Bridge] I, I, I persist and resist the temptation to ask you If one thing had been different Would everything be different today?

Taylor has a few songs that explore Haylor What Ifs:

Cardigan "I knew you would haunt all of my what-if's"

INTHAF Imagines what if they had met as children, and

Suburban Legends imagines a fantasy of them surprising the whole school in a 1950's gym, as a metaphor for being a power couple at a high profile event.

Slut! “Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool / What if all I need is you?”

We were something, don't you think so? Rosé flowing with your chosen family And it would've been sweet If it could've been me In my defense, I have none For digging up the grave another time But it would've been fun If you would've been the one (Ooh)

More Haylor rosé since Maroon: "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how".

Digging up the grave also reminds us of the opening of Look at what you made me do, where Taylor emerges as a Zombie wearing a dress similar to the one she wore in Out of the Woods.

#haylor #the 1 taylor swift #folklore

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heyidkyay · 1 year

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I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Thirteen

A/n: Hey!! Sorry for the cliffhanger on the last one but I felt it was a little necessary, don't hate me pls x BUT I have to pre-warn you here that during this part there will be a switch in tenses, it's only brief but it might annoy some of you like it did me. I couldn't really do much about it though, I wanted to create some tension, try and show the emotions and thoughts from a certain viewpoint. Hopefully you enjoy it though! Was a bit of a struggle to write tbh😅💗

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Warnings: Leaves off from the last part so you can only guess where this is headed, but there's some medical stuff here, lots of hurt and upset

Masterlist

Have you ever felt as though you were just drifting?

Like you’re there, you feel everything as it comes. The blow, the plummet, the landing. But then the ground’s suddenly gone, pulled out from beneath you, and you’re just floating. Falling.

I’m floating. Or I feel like I am. I can hear it all, too.

The buzzing hum of disaster. The muffled voices, the slam of doors, their gasps, their pleads, their whispers.

My ears are ringing as well, it's an annoying and persistent sound that feels almost delayed as it pivots back and forth, back and forth. Across the forefront of my mind. I try to focus on it. Dazed. But I’m floating and I can’t… I can’t quite seem to get a grasp of things. I can’t remember what happened.

My hands are wet. Soaked, I think. I can’t see them, I can’t move my head really- I’m drifting still- but they are wet. I know that much.

When I linger on the thought, everything else feels wet too. Not damp, like clean washing does when it's hung out to dry. But drenched, as though someone’s just gone and pushed me straight into a swimming pool while still fully clothed.

I want to know what’s happening. Why I’m so wet, so cold.

The last thing I remember is George. His voice. His call.

George. His name stays on a loop in my head. Somehow I always circle back to it.

I have to ask myself then whether or not I'm asleep. Question how much I must've had to drink…

I can’t remember though. I can’t seem to remember anything at all. Just his call.

A wailing pair of sirens tear me from the floating. The lightness I feel. But they’re so far away. And I like the softness I'd been feeling before.

Why are there sirens? I ask- or do I? I can't quite... I don't know how to. I think I've forgotten.

But there are people around me now. I think I can sense them. I want to say something, to reach out and ask if they know why, ask if they’re floating too. But I don’t think I can. I know I really can’t when I actually attempt to. I feel a familiar warmth hollow out my chest. It ebbs the coldness there and I cry. More tears. More water.

Rain.

I remember the rain. I reckon now that’s why I’m soaked through. Why I’m so upset. But it can’t be because I love the rain. My first proper kiss was in the rain, just outside Danny Stewart’s house during one of his massive house parties. George and I had danced in the rain at Matty’s mum’s wedding. Matty and I had shared a bottle of vodka in the rain out on the front step to our very first flat when we’d gone and locked ourselves out.

The rain.

It’d been raining the night George left for tour. And then again when he’d left me for good.

It’s raining now. I can feel it. Really feel it this time. It’s sharp though, as it pours down on and around me, and the sloshing sound of boots and shoes and people fill my ears. I want to cry again. I wonder if I already am. But everything’s starting to hurt. I can feel it now, there’s a tingle in my toes and my fingertips that distracts me from it slightly, but it’s blooming. Soon I figure it’ll hit me hard. A tidal wave of hurt and I’m so fucking scared. Because I think I’m remembering now. Remembering the light. The screech of tires. The rain.

How is it still raining?

It feels as though the water’s filling up my ears, my head. The sirens come again. They’re loud enough to cut through the onslaught of it all, but soon enough I find even they can’t keep the ringing at bay, the rain.

Someone’s there. Towering over me. Words are being thrown about. In a language I can’t quite speak or make out.

But I’m floating again. Higher this time around. The tingling is hardly even there anymore. It all just hurts. Everything. It just hurts.

It’s bad. And I know it’s bad. Because nothing has ever hurt this much. It makes me wonder whether its humanly possible to even feel this much pain. ‘Cause it hurts. And all I want is for it to go away. To just stop.

My thoughts though, they’re spiralling. Drifting out into the darkness, like me. Floating. Floating…

It’s all starting to fade now. That darkness, somehow it’s getting darker. Growing, or shrinking I suppose. Or maybe it’s just that my eyes feel like they’re closing.

Hey, maybe it’s even the opposite. Maybe there’s a light. Or there had been. And maybe, maybe now it’s just blurring. Burning. Smouldering around me. Leaving me dizzy in this thick blanket of smoke.

I try. I try to stay awake. I really, really do. But the ringing. And the rain.

There are voices. So close, and so far away.

I’m fighting against it all now. I want to wake up. I want to go home now. Please. I want…

The deafening downpour drenches me, it makes the ache worse, the pain. But not even that can distort his voice. I know he’s there. Somewhere. Somehow. Even in the thick fog. I know it. It soothes me somewhat. Slows down the race I’ve set my mind on. Calms me. He’s here. I know it.

“I’m here. I’m here.”

Then there’s just nothing.

And that’s the last thing I hear.

...

There was a distorted beeping sound. I think I’d heard it earlier. But now, now it’s paired with a soft muffle of voices?

I tried to blink myself awake. I couldn’t feel a thing. Just this heaviness that weighed on me, like a weight perched on the centre of my chest that echoed out across the rest of my body. Paralysing my arms and my legs. My neck, too.

I felt like I’d lost my head. As though I was stuck here with my body, but my head was gone. Missing. Somewhere else altogether.

The murmurs grew louder then, as did the beeping. I wanted to move. I wanted to shift. I felt so uncomfortable here. Itchy and raw. I wanted, I wanted so desperately to just…

“Y/n?”

I heard that. It was clear. Prominent. It helped shift the disorientation that clouded me, the confusion that cobwebbed my mind.

“Y/n, love? Can you hear me?”

For the life of me, I could not make out who’s voice it was, just that it was familiar. That it felt warm and safe. Sort of like home.

“Mate quick- one of yous! Grab a nurse, or a doctor or summat! Go on, hurry. Think she’s comin’ to.”

I tried to take a deep breath. But it was hard. My throat felt so dry. Clogged almost. I struggled.

“It’s alright, darling. Don’t try to move.” There was a soft hand on my arm now. I felt that. But I’d already started to panic, anxiety flooding my veins. Flooring my every sense whilst simultaneously heightening them. “Keep the tube in. Okay? Just, just for a little longer, darling. Can you do that for me? Just for a- oh thank, fuck.”

“Y/n?” This voice was different. Firm. One I didn’t recognise at all. The hand on my arm withdrew and I was fighting with my body to cough. To speak. I'd never felt so confused. So terrified. “I need you to calm down, okay? You're currently on a ventilator, it's helping you breathe. I just need you to stay calm.”

My eyes were open. I could feel my skin grow taut with how wide they must've been. Everything was so bright though. Too much. I could only make out figures and shapes and shadows.

“Okay. Sedate her.” The voice ordered. Only they weren’t talking to me. And I was still in full panic mode. Spluttering. Shaking. Trembling. Trying to kick free from their cold hands, their hold. It all felt too familiar. I itched. Burned. I needed them to let go. Please, just let me go!

But then everything was hazy again. I felt loose. I was there and then I wasn’t. Back floating again. Safe.

___

The next time I woke I could actually breathe. Though it did hurt like nothing else, as though a fucking ten ton truck had been dropped on my head. It was immobilising, and I felt a wave of nausea roll through me as I stirred, it was violent and relentless.

Immediately I had to turn to the side, and another, more brutal, wave of pain flooded my veins, it rescarred and stretched my skin as I chucked up what little I had inside of me to offer.

A comforting hand suddenly cradled my shoulder then and rubbed the length of my back in soothing little circles, but I was still retching. Exhausting myself with the pain and the sickness I felt. I was too tired to even spare them a glance. A thought.

Hot tears were cascading helplessly down my cheeks, but I didn’t feel as though I was actually crying them. Just that they were falling. Leaking out of me because they had no other place to go.

They blurred my vision, made everything harder to see, to understand.

Once the gaging finally died down and I was just a sweaty, trembling mess, the hand on my back suddenly become two and carefully they sat me back in my bed. Though I noted it wasn’t mine.

I grimaced at the taste I had in my mouth, the acid that lined my teeth and tongue. I was grateful for the water bottle that was being pressed to my lips, it erased the tang but did little to combat the dryness I still felt. I swallowed thickly, wincing still as I moved my body against the torment. I rubbed helplessly at my left ear.

“It’s alright, love. It’s okay. You’re all good. I pressed that big red button when you woke up so I reckon a nurse will be here soon enough. They’ll have someone clear the mess up, get you some more medicine, yeah? You're okay.”

I kept on blinking, half-listening to the odd ramble I was not quite hearing but mostly just grateful for the fact that the nausea I’d experienced was subsiding slightly. I simply prayed that it wouldn’t come back with a vengeance.

I took the time then to glance about the place. It seemed to resemble a hospital room, sterile, clean, and very white. From the stiff curtains and blank walls to the uncomfortable blankets that cocooned me. I didn't much fancy hospitals. Hadn't since I was a kid and my dad had died. But it didnt seem like I'd be escaping from this one any time soon.

“Y/n? Darling, you still with me?”

Slowly, I tilted my head over towards the voice and was met by the sight of a pale face that held large brown eyes and quirked pink lips, a mop of curly black hair framed it but seemed to shadow its features at the same time. He looked far too worried, too fretful for my taste. It aged him. The sadness it seemed to cling to him, it made him look strange. And I found I hated it.

“Who’re you? Where am I?” I asked him, voice croaky and harsh. Muffled slightly, I tugged on my left ear again. But I was focused on him, on the way his whole face rapidly dropped. I had to crack a smile then. I couldn’t not, and he scowled in retort. My facade was blown.

“You little bitch.” Matty scorned, shaking his head at me whilst he held a hand to his beating chest like he was the one in actual pain. “Don’t fucking do that, you prick! Made my heart stop.”

I wanted to laugh at his antics but it hurt too much to even breathe at this point, so I had to bear a grin and hold the amusement in the back of my throat. Like a balloon that would soon deflate.

A nurse arrived then, he gifted me a tender smile and asked a couple of questions before he informed us that a doctor would soon follow. His presence left Matty to watch on from the sidelines as the man worked, tapping his foot and biting his nails anxiously whilst he waited.

He was a lovely lad, the nurse, a year or two older than me I reckoned, with a northern twang and a head full of curly blond locks. Sort of like Ross’s, only a tad bit shorter and a whole lot shinier. Which almost seemed impossible to me, Ross’s hair was in much better shape than most and I had always sort of deemed it his 'mane'.

It was soft and very regal, alright? I was only sometimes jealous of the ginormous twat.

“Heya lovely, I’m Lee by the way.” He greeted gently, his smile all lovely and sweet. “How’re you feeling?”

I groaned, spluttering slightly, the feeling made worse by the onslaught of tubes.

“Like I’ve slept for twenty years.” I croaked, and even talking seemed to hurt.

“No shit.” Matty snorted from right behind Lee, though his eyes still held so much of that previous worry I'd seen. I rolled my own.

“Do you remember much of what happened?” Lee asked me, smiling to himself at Matty and I’s interaction.

I let my mind wander at his question. I could see the headlights. Like a flash from a camera that blinds you for a moment and then paints a lined image behind your eyelids. It all slowly started to flood my mind then.

“Sort of. It was raining. Pouring, I ‘spose.”

Lee was nodding encouragingly at me, his smile had yet to falter.

“I was just wanting to cross the road, figured I’d call myself a cab a little down the way. I hadn’t wanted to look back ‘cause we’d been arguing. I was upset. Just knew that if I did then Geor-”

I cut myself promptly off before I could finish his name. My eyes snapped over towards Matty, who was staring back at me as though he was too scared to look away, hanging on my every word. He stepped forward, albeit cautiously, when he saw the confusion, the sudden fear that must’ve clouded my face.

“Where is he? Where's George? Is he okay? Did something happen to him?”

Matty was there before I could internalise it, arms wrapped around my shoulders as my breaths grew harsher and louder in the quiet room. He hushed me, lips pressed to the crown of my head. His hold was firm from how tense he was, but it almost felt like I was this fragile piece of glass he was holding in his hands. Flimsy and weak. Breakable.

“Matty.” I pleaded with him. I had to know. Tears were brimming now, they burned my eyes. “Matty.” I repeated, hoping he would answer my distressed call.

“He’s fine, love. He’s fine, okay? Don’t worry.”

“Where is he?” I harassed, only proving to strain my throat further. “Matty, where is he then?”

“He’ll be here soon, alright?” Was all that he told me as he pulled away, hands now touching mine. His eyes now holding mine, “Promise. Yeah?”

I let go of the relief I felt through a stilted breath, nodding at him slowly.

Matty’s face appeared to change though in the next second and I could only assume it was due to the hearty grimace I was suddenly staving off.

“Did I hurt you? Christ, please tell me I didn’t hurt you” Matty stressed, voice high and pitchy as his alarmed eyes darted between me and the machine, then back to Lee.

Lee rushed to reassure him as he toggled with the IV beside my bed. “No it’s fine, we're all fine, just the drip. It can take a short while for everything to kick in. She should avoid stress and sudden movement though.”

Matty jerked his head in some sort of nod and then proceeded to talk poor Lee’s ear off whilst I attempted to breathe through the pain and sudden hysteria I’d worked myself into.

It took a good while before I was okay enough for Lee to start back up with his questions again, gently informing me of the fact that I hadn’t been hit by a truck, just a car.

But that didn't really change much. I still felt like utter shit.

He went on to explain that the driver hadn’t seen me step out into the road, it’d been dark, raining, and one of the streetlights outside of George’s hadn’t been on. Matty had gritted his teeth the entire time, but especially when I’d asked after the driver.

“The man was fine." Lee replied in earnest, "A bit shaken, but he was the one who phoned the ambulance. Helped aid the paramedics on the scene.”

Matty scoffed under his breath but I ignored him in favour of pressing the topic. “So everyone came out of it fine then? They’re all okay?”

Lee’s sincere smile was drowned out by Matty’s rueful but violent glare.

“No, not everyone!" He argued with a look of pure bewilderment. He gestured towards my helpless figure, at the injuries I had yet to even ask about yet. "You- you're not okay! You’re the only fucking one sat in a hospital bed! Who the fuck cares about him?”

I shot a scowl of my own towards Matty, questioning how he could say such a thing, but it softened when I saw the misery and pure agony behind his front of anguish. I slumped slightly in my position and in a silent motion, beckoned him closer.

As best as I could, I took his hand in mine, and he was quick to accept it, his eyes locking onto every available inch of my face.

He looked worse than I’d ever seen him before. As scared as he’d been that night before he’d left for rehab. Or their first proper tour. He looked as lost as the day he told me his nana had passed. And as angry as he’d been the time his mum and dad had told him about their divorce. I squeezed his hand as hard as I possibly could, and although it was trying and fleeting, it was enough for some of that tension in him to lessen, for him to realise that I was still here. I was okay.

“I’ll give you two a moment, the doctor will be in shortly. She’ll tell you a bit more.” Lee murmured. I had to strain to hear him, but I nodded in reply and gifted him a tiny tired smile when he drew one of the far chairs to my bedside for Matty to take.

He left a second later.

I peered down at myself, at the gown I’d been gifted during my stay at the hospital. I made a face. “I think I’m wearing shite underwear.”

Matty boggled at me for a moment before an unexpected bout of laughter bubbled out of him.

“Sorry. Come again?”

I levelled him with a serious look.

“The shittiest pair of knickers I own, Matthew. My ugly underwear! I think I’m wearing them. Now. I’m certain of it. I remember throwing them on this morning as we were rushing about.”

“Babe.” Matty winced, although I did note that he still seemed to be thoroughly amused by my rantings. “Hate to tell you, but that was a couple days ago. Reckon you ain’t wearing anything down there right now. Though, I could take a peak for you. If you'd like.”

Playfully, he went to lift at my bed’s blankets and I helplessly swatted the air, but could hardly stir enough movement to blow out a single candle. Matty relented though, rolling his eyes with a mock sigh.

“Don’t you dare." I told him, "I might be in a hospital bed but I’d still have you by the balls if you dared even try.”

Matty was chuckling away, even as he leant in close to me. Eyes squinted by the warmth of his grin.

His lips were warm when they pressed against my temple. I smiled tiredly in turn, feeling the effect of everything now.

“Glad to know you’ve still got a fire lit under that arse.” He smirked.

“‘Course, who else is going to keep you lot in line?” I tutted to him, “Where are they by the way? The guys. Where’s George?”

Matty smirk vanished and he turned his head away from me.

I frowned.

"Matty?" I prodded, but it was then that his earlier words really hit me. "Hang on- did you say days? How long have I been a-fucking-sleep?"

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kdheaven · 26 days

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much ado about daredevil

so i just watched "anyone but you" and it reminded me of this "much ado" plot that i came up with for matt and karen and since i'm never going to write it, i thought i would share it here

so it goes something like this. marci and foggy are getting married at the stahl family estate in the hamptons, which turns out to be an actual compound, with like pool house, guesthouse, a million rooms etc. the entire wedding party and all the close nelson and stahl family members are staying there for the duration of the wedding weekend. matt and karen stay behind in the city to finish up their cases instead of going with foggy and fam

but then it seems like karen’s case is going to drag on too long and they might miss stuff, so matt swoops in as daredevil to speed things up. he thinks she’ll be pleased so they can get to the wedding. of course she’s pissed because she wanted to handle it herself. and then she discovers her car needs a repair and they have to take the jitney. matt’s super cranky about leaving the city and riding a bus, so by the time they make it to the hamptons, they are bickering constantly (also the sexual tension is off the charts)

being surrounded by all the swoony wedding stuff does nothing to help. after matt and karen both storm off from a pre-wedding event, foggy, marci, anna and theo talk about how the two of them are clearly in love with each other and it’s making them batshit. marci suggests they figure out a way to get them back together. (unfortunately, marci has hired a hyperefficient wedding planner who has everything handled and she’s a bit frustrated and looking for something to control) foggy makes them all shut up and starts a group chat. he suggests they stick to that for planning because matt’s hearing is spooky good. (in texts, marci sends nothing but abbreviations, theo uses excessive emojis, and anna’s fond of ellipses…)

they decide they should stage conversations about how matt is in love with karen and vice versa. foggy says matt is also super good at telling when someone is lying. marci offers to take on that challenge since she once fooled an actual lie detector test — and don’t ask because she can’t give the details. the next day, when they know matt is nearby, marci tells anna that karen has admitted she’s still in love with matt but is afraid he’s moved on. around the same time, foggy and theo discuss the way matt’s been pining around the office and foggy says matt has confessed he’s still in love with karen but is afraid she won’t give him another chance. they know karen is listening

the day of the wedding arrives. early in the morning, something happens that requires matt to use his ninja skills and foggy helps cover for him, which results in foggy looking like he was up to no good with a bridesmaid. one of marci’s family members sees it and reports back to her, and she ends up coming downstairs in her wedding dress and accusing foggy of cheating on her. he denies it but has trouble coming up with an excuse on the spot and he can’t tell her the truth, so she freaks and calls off the wedding

matt and karen end up alone together as all the family members start fighting. they're not in the mood for fighting anymore thanks to the staged convos they overheard. karen convinces matt that he has to tell marci about daredevil. he knows she’s right and he thanks her for always guiding him in the right direction and they have a tender moment where they admit their feelings for each other

matt goes off to convince marci not to cancel the wedding. he confesses that he's daredevil. of course marci fucking knows he's daredevil. it's so obvious. and why didn't foggy just fucking tell her what happened???

everything gets patched up, the end

#karedevil #daredevil #fic #*

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tired-fandom-ndn · 2 years

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Good things about that version of the play:

Beatrice wearing a suit to the masquerade and Benedick wearing a denim skirt, fishnets, and a sparkly crop top.

The attending boy wearing a Mario costume.

The boy showing off his Rubik's cube to Don John and Don John giving him a cigarette in return.

Benedick lying hungover on the ground and sipping from a can of soda through a silly straw while wearing a Superman tshirt.

The rotating stage.

Everything about the eavesdropping scenes, especially the ways they actors basically dance around each other to show how desperate they are to make sure that Beatrice and Benedick are listening.

Beatrice creeping around under a sheet like they can't see her.

Benedick monologuing while covered in paint. "Love. . . me." Looks down at himself, in denim shorts and a Superman tshirt, covered in paint. "Why?"

Beatrice's howling laugh when Don Pedro proposes and then her desperately scooting away when she realizes he's serious.

How Don Pedro seems genuinely hurt and disappointed that Beatrice rejected him and him jumping straight into matchmaking seeming like a way to distract himself from his own feelings, supported by him sitting alone at the wedding.

(POLY TRIAD FICS!!!)

Everyone smoking always.

The blow-up doll.

The morning hangover bloody marys.

Everyone being dressed like they're ready to hang out by the pool.

The terrible drawing of a thief holding a sack labelled "swag."

The terrible tiddy drawing.

Don Pedro giving Benedick a cocktail with flags and a twisty straw and a lit sparkler.

The fact that the bachelorette and bachelor parties both got strippers.

Borachio stealing Hero's bachelorette veil during the party to give it to Margaret for the deception.

Hero sipping champagne with a straw while she freaks out pre-wedding.

Beatrice using Hero's dress train as a blanket and tissue.

The confession scene where Beatrice looks like a cornered animal and then they're both so giddy and running around making excited noises because THEY'RE IN LOVE.

And then the sudden change in tone where Beatrice goes from giggling and in love to crying and asking Benedick to kill Claudio for her cousin's honor.

Benedick trying to compose a love song on a tiny electric keyboard and the attending boy having to turn it off when it starts playing one of the preprogrammed songs.

Their looks of vague disgust while reading each other's love letters and both of them crumpling up the papers and throwing them away.

Benedick absolutely lovestruck by Beatrice and beaming at her while she's just fucking done. This scene:

#much ado about nothing

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rahleeyah · 11 months

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So now that Olivia and Elliot are soulmates they've completed that aspiration and they're on to new ones. Elliot's has to do with painting and Olivia's is cooking. To complete the current level of her aspiration, she has to earn silver at a dinner party event.

I went in blind (yes you can Google things like what are the goals of the event and how do you achieve them but I have much more fun just like. Figuring it out) but I learned a lil from the wedding I threw for Eddie Ashes. I had Olivia pre cook the food, I had a beautiful table set up outside, near the bar and the pool and under all the pretty lights.

And then I made a catastrophic mistake.

As part of the intial steps of creating the dinner party we have to designate a cook (since Olivia was the host/guest it wouldn't let her be the cook so we hired a caterer), and choose the party guests (of course Eddie was there) and then the venue. I wanted to throw the party at Olivia's house. Should be easy right?

Well. The thing is. I don't remember which house/family goes with which lot name. And all but like one of my residences is occupied by a Stabler. So I'm looking for a Stabler residence and you can see the houses as you're scrolling thru the options but it turns out I had used a certain siding type more than once and I saw a house with all kinds of stuff in the backyard and I was like that's it! And selected it and started the party.

Friends it was not Olivia's house.

Olivia was suddenly throwing a dinner party at Bella's house, without the pre cooked food, with a bar on the 4th floor/rooftop but not down where the guests were eating/mingling, with no radio for them to dance to (there was a piano for Elliot to play but no one went in there to dance) and we couldn't complete most of the goals 😭

I couldn't change the venue, my only options were carry on or cancel, and I didn't want to exit without saving and lose everything else I'd done prior to starting the party, so I valiantly carried on.

Olivia managed to make ONE dish before the caterer set herself on fire and rendered most of the kitchen unusable (and I couldn't just replace it and there was no time for a repair). I made Elliot cook on the grill. No one would drink Olivia's drinks. Elliot got mad bc someone, idk who, was bragging about their baby and he got jealous even tho he has like. 38 children. Eddie got into a fight with Bella's man over her bc I had forgotten Eddie got Bella pregnant at one point and her man was big mad. Elliot was uncomfy bc he's addicted to coffee and Bella's coffee maker got burnt up. My man was wearing a cravat. Bella's baby was just crying and no one would take care of it.

We did not get a silver medal.

#e.o sims

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shaadiwish · 24 days

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Beat The Summer Weddings Heat With These Best Poolside Party Ideas That Are Fun And Quirky

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erwin-pries-mum · 5 months

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The Ultimate Sims Challenge

I've always wanted an 'All Packs Challenge' that suited my playstyle, so I made one myself.

🌱⚡🚗 The Ultimate Sims Challenge

Game Rules:

No money cheats

Start as a teen or YA.

Must complete all midlife crisis tasks

Short or normal lifespan

In order to marry someone you must've gone on at least 3 dates.

You may not elope unless the story calls for it

Each generation must take a 3+ day vacation

Each generation must have a family reunion once a season

Spare siblings must have jobs and live on their own lot.

You may only use hairs and clothes from perspective packs of each generation (mixed with any kits)

Generation 1 (Get to Wedding) 💒

Setup:

You begin as the child of pre made townies

Your family moves to Tartosa into a rental.

You're parents must become best friends with the neighbors

You must become best friends with their child

Details:

Location: Tartosa

Aspiration: soul mate

Home: contemporary and modern

Traits: Generous, romantic,loyal

Packs: Get to work and Wedding Stories

Goals:

1.Own a wedding boutique where you sell bouquets and wedding cakes.

2.Make at least 100,000 dollars from your store

3.Marry your childhood bff/neighbor

4.Have a huge vow renewal celebration as elders

5.Max Floral arrangement skill

6.Max gourmet cooking skill (spouse)

7.Complete the Message in a bottle collection

Rewards Trait:Fertile

Heir:Must have twins, named after words for romance or love

Lot Traits/Challenges:Have the twins lot trait and romantic Aura

Generation 2- Get Moschino 🎷

You and your twin move to Windenburg as young adults

One becomes a Dj and one becomes a party photographer

You live in an abandoned factory that you renovate over time

Details:

Location- Windenburg

Aspiration- Friend of the world and party animal asp

home- Vintage and Industrial

Traits- dance machine, music lover, insider, party animal, outgoing, and any other traits

Packs: Get together and Moschino Stuff Pack

Goals:

1.Max DJ skill

2.Max Photography skill

3.Max two separate clubs, one for each twin

4.Complete mysims collection

5.Choose which sim will be heir and have them marry one of the ghosts in Van Haute Estate

6.Get married at Van Haute Estate

7.Your ghost spouse must get resurrected from the wishing well before having an heir.

8.Your photography sim must take pics of 10 townies enjoying the nightlife

Rewards Trait: Night Owl and Seldom Sleepy

Heir: Named after one of the MySims Trophy Characters

Lot Traits/Challenges: Party Place

Generation 3- City Rent 🌆

You’ve always dreamed of the big city so as a young adult you rent a room in San Myshuno.You always wanted to be a big time singer/songwriter

Details:

Location: San Myshuno

Aspiration: Musical Genius and food stall aspiration (spouse)

Home: Art Deco

Traits: self assured, foodie, glutton

Packs: City living and For Rent

Goals:

1.Busk and sing to make money, never having an actual career

2.Max Singing skill and one other musical skill

3.Marry a food vendor from one of the San Myshuno festivals

4.Go to every festival at least once

5.Your spouse will open their own food stall

6.Spouse learns all the recipes

7.Earn gold on a neighborhood potluck and pool party

8.Become best friends with one of your neighbors

9. Complete the City Posters Collection

Rewards Trait: Incredibly Friendly

Heir: Named after a recipe

Lot Traits/Challenges: Great Acoustics

Generation 4-Vintage, Luxury, Fame 💸

Setup:

You got a taste for big cities and bright lights as a child and now it's all you can think about.

Details:

Location: Del Sol Valley

Aspiration: Fortune

Home: Lux and cosmolux

Traits: self absorbed, high maintenance, and materialistic

Packs: Vintage Glamour

Luxury Party

Get Famous

Goals:

1.Become famous by any means possible (doesn’t have to be actress career)

2.Reach global superstar

3.Marry an elder sim immediately after aging up

4.Take a vacation to every destination world (Except batu)

5.Only become friends with spouses or celebrities

6.Experimental food photos collection completed

7.Marry a celebrity sim once your first spouse dies

8.Have a science baby with them (you'd never ruin your body with pregnancy)

9.Only eat at restaurants or food you haven’t cooked yourself

10.Have a live-in butler that you have regular affairs with. (woohoo partners)

Rewards Trait: Beguiling

Heir: Named after either your butler or a juice of your choice

Lot Traits/Challenges: Celebrity Home

Generation 5- Snowy Day 🧘

Setup:

You want to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life and slow everything waaaaay down

Details:

Location- Senbanmachi in Mt. Komorebi

Aspiration: all 3 of the wellness aspirations

Home: Boho

Traits: Cheerful, adventurous, and proper

Packs: Snowy Escape and Spa Day

Goals:

1.Create a zen dojo in which you live with your cult of zen followers

2.Max the wellness skill

3.max entrepreneur skills

4.Gather one of every forest spirits

5.Make money from massage therapy

6.Practice yoga along the hiking trail sights every morning

7.Paint pictures of every hiking trail sight

8.Marry a fellow cult member

9.Complete the simmi and tassel collections

Rewards Trait: Mentor and Carefree

Heir: Must be named Zen

Lot Traits/Challenges: Off the Grid

Generation 6: Discover Growing High 🎒

Setup:

You’re sick of being surrounded by weirdo hippies and move away from it all on your own as a teenager.

Details:

Location- Britchester

Aspiration: Family

Traits: Socially awkward, loner, cringe

Home: Basics

Packs: Discover University, Growing Together, High school years

Goals:

1.Become head of the Computer club in high school

2.Work as a video game streamer

3.Graduate early

4.Get an engineering degree from university

5.Create a robot and become bffs

6.Start having science babies (5) and marry your robot

7.Make 10 video games in your lifetime

8. Max computer skill

9.Reach level 10 gaming

10.Only ever order in meals (do not own a stove or microwave)

11.Never answer your phone or door

12.Own one of every toy and game for your children

13.Teach each child to ride a bike

14.Complete the marble collection

Rewards Trait: Professional Slacker

Heir: Must be named after real life video game characters

Lot Traits/Challenges: Fast Internet

Generation 7- Magic Outdoor Adventure 🥾

Setup:

You and your siblings move onto a micro home property where you all live in separate micro homes together!

Details:

Location: Glimmerbrook

Aspiration: any archeology or magic

Traits: Loves the outdoors,Lactose intolerant, goofball

Home: Storybook

Packs: Realm of Magic, Outdoor Retreat, Jungle Adventure

Goals:

1.Become a spellcaster

2.Finish an entire temple

3.Max archeology skill

4.Max out on of the branches of magic

5.Live mostly out of a tent

6.Max herbalism

7.Own a museum of all things you collect on your journeys (duplicates)

8.Spend the night in two secret worlds (honeymoon)

9.Marry the hermit from granite falls

10.Complete the broom and wand collection

Rewards Trait: Great Storyteller and Steel Bladder

Heir: Must be named after a magical plant

Lot Traits/Challenges: Creepy Crawlies

Generation 8-Seasons Living 🍁

Setup:

You learned to love the outdoors because of your parents and decided to embark on your own outdoor adventures.

Details:

Location-henford on bagley

Aspiration: any nature

Traits: Animal lover, vegetarian, cat lover

Home: Farmhouse

Packs: Seasons and Cottage Living

Goals:

1.Have bunnies, cow, llamas, cows, and flocks of birds as well as a barn cat

2.Become bff with Patchy

3.Grow every single edible crop in the game

4.Can every single item

5.Max cross stitch

6.Max gardening

7.Complete 10 villager quests

8.Complete two nature aspirations

9.Make and sell pies in town

10.Marry a hendford villager

11.Complete the frogs collection

Rewards Trait: Super Green Thumb

Heir: must be named after a pie flavor

Lot Traits/Challenges: Great Soil and Homey

Generation 9- Eco Island 🪸

Setup:

The outdoor love continues with another fun twist!

Details:

Location-Sulani

Aspiration: Clean up the island

Traits: child of the island, Maker, freegan

Home: Island Decor

Packs: Eco Living and Island Living

Goals:

1.Clean up Sulani to its max potential

2.Max fabrication skill

3.Make coconut and kava fizz to sell for work

4.Complete Buried treasure collection

5.Max 3 skills

6.Marry another sim who has the maker trait

7.Fully explore the island cave

8.Watch the turtles hatch

9.Create a maker/market/garden eco place thing within the island.

10.Own a jet ski and rigger boat

Rewards Trait: Morning Sim and Storm Chaser

Heir: Must be named Kava or Coconut

Lot Traits/Challenges: Island Spirits, Natural Well, Volcanic Activity

Generation 10- Strangerwars 👽

Setup:

Meeting Island Spirits as a kid made you morbidly curious about the unseen phenomenon all around you!

Details:

Location-Strangerville

Traits-Paranoid, squeamish, erratic

Home- French Country

Aspiration- Batuu or Strangerville

Packs: Strangerville and Star Wars

Goals:

1.Complete lightsaber collection

2.Have a bizarre fruit vineyard

3.Collect all strangerville curio items

4.Marry Erwin or an alien

5.Write occult books for money

6.Max the writing skill

7.Become good friends with one of every occult sim

8.Be abducted

9.Plant 4 bugs

Rewards Trait: Observant and needs no one

Heir: A batuu name

Lot Traits/Challenges: Cursed, Mold

Generation 11- Tiny, Nifty, Dream 🧶

Setup:

You’ve always wanted nothing but a normal, happy little life, but sometimes your jealousy wants to ruin that for you.

Details:

Location- Brindleton Bay

Aspiration-any creative or knowledge

Traits: good, jealous, ambitious

Home- Anything from either pack can be used

Packs: Tiny Living, Nifty Knitting, and Dream home Decorator

Goals:

1.Max dream home decorator career

2.Max knitting skill

3.Live in a tiny home

4.Have 6 children

5.Marry a materialistic sim

6.Divorce your spouse and let them move out with 3 kids

7.Successfully sell 10 items on plopsy

8.Max 4 skills

Rewards Trait: Great Kisser

Heir: must be named after someone who buys one of your items on plopsy

Lot Traits/Challenges: Peace and Quiet. Tiny Home

Generation 12- Parawere Dogs 🐕

Setup:

You read your grandparents books about the occult and it made you super invested in finding out if they were fact or fiction

Details:

Location-Moonwood Mill

Aspiration- all werewolf asps

Traits-hot headed, dog lover, slob

Home-Shabby

Packs: Paranormal, werewolves, cats and dogs

Goals:

1.Complete all werewolf asps

2.Become a paranormal investigator

3.Marry and have a child with bonehilda

4.Have at least 2 dogs

5.Complete space prints collection

6.Get all werewolf perks

7.Slay 4 vampires

8.Max vampire skill

9.Max paranormal investigator career

10.Max logic skill

11.Must cure yourself before having a child

Rewards Trait: Brave

Heir:Heir must be named after a celestial planet

Lot Traits/Challenges: Haunted home residential

Generation 13- Vampires Out 🦇

Setup:

You found out your parents were slaying vampires and tried to take that task on yourself to impress them, only to get bitten and end up a vampire yourself.

Details:

Location-Forgotten Hollow

Traits: gloomy, clumsy, perfectionist

Home: Spooky

Aspiration: any vampire one

Packs: Vampires and Dine out

Goals:

1.Make a vampire restaurant that sells only vampire okayed sustenance

2.Make sure the restaurant is 5 star

3.Max 3 skills

4.Marry one of the witch sages

5.Complete and display decorative egg collection in vamp restaurant

6.Get every vampire perk

Rewards Trait: heat and cold acclimation

Heir: A dark and spooky name

Lot Traits/Challenges: Registered Vampire lair, vampire nexus

The next two generations are just bonuses that I've done that I thought were super fun and that I'd toss in.

Generation 14- Revivalist Witch 🧹

Details:

Location: Willow Creek

Aspiration: gardening or witch

Traits: childish, genius, active

Home: any

Goals:

You live in a small home in willow creek with a huge back garden

Youre an undercover witch with the lot trait of spooky

You may not get caught practicing magic by humans

You must grow one of every flower and magical plant

Complete the fossil collection

Revive any ghosts that show up on your lot and invite them to live with you

Marry one of the ghosts you turn human

You live off grid

Complete the practical magic branch of spellcasting

Get the money tree and duplicate it as often as youd like

Create a club of fellow witches to help you garden

Befriend every non occult, occult (santa, flower bunny, bonehilda, etc)

Heir must be named some kind of flower

Generation 15- Rags to Riches 🌲

Details:

Location- Oasis Springs

Asp- mansion baron

Traits- Kelptomaniac, evil, mean

Home- any

Goals You start in an empty lot in Oasis Springs

You save up for a treehouse that you live in, until youve raised 20k

You may not have a job

Off grid lot

You may not make money, gardening, painting, trendi, or plopsy.

Marry a single mother and have one more heir

Name the heir a tree name

Your spouse may work, but you can't get them the job once you're married.

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randolphbellmd · 1 month

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WIP Title Ask Meme

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs

the wonderful @tessaservopoulos inspired me (and i am in the mood to procrastinate and overshare). my WIPs doc is a mess and there are FAR more than i ever expected to have but alas. here we are. the list itself is so long that it's going under a read more for those that care to peruse.

all of these are kitbell... if you couldn't already guess... and unless noted otherwise, they're all 1-5k word one-shots. some are likely to become ficlets, some may die a WIP, some may actually make it out of the ether and on to ao3 dot org.

kb s4 FWB AU (self-explanatory, >50k words)

love is stored in fruits

two coffees

the grand gesture

spousal privilege

the derek arc with kb

love letters

pre-wedding pep talk

neighbors AU

damien (my OC, sammie's little brother) meets kit for the first time

first time shyness

luxury cottage honeymoon getaway

a Great love

it takes a village

bell remembering sick jake

bell has a surprise kid

kb as accidental roommates (another instance of the accidental cohabitation that happened in the car crash fic, bc i couldn't get it out of my mind)

kb at home (a series of misc. thoughts about them moving in to their new house including: a dinner party announcement, a guest wing remodel, a car wash, and other remnants of the pool fic that were never published)

kb at xmas feat. kit's commitment issues

xmas eve strangers in a bar

as for ficlets in progress:

"we'll talk about this tomorrow."

"i thought you'd never ask."

"i'm doing this to protect you."

"do you want company?"

"charmer."

“it's not too late to find out.”

"i like that it's secret."

"let's go to a party."

+ a handful of others that aren't thought out or are literally just ~vibes~ i wrote down at some random occasion but didn't want to lose track of. i am a cautionary tale of kill your darlings and clearly have one fic hyperfixation that is on cruise control for the foreseeable ever.

i do not have two dozen writer friends to tag to continue a chain but if you see this and you're in the mood to procrastinate and share, tell your friends i sent you :)

#ask meme #kb fic always on my mind can you tell

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simslegacy5083 · 8 months

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 89: A Poolside Wedding

The time had come for Chance and the unexpectedly pregnant Bianca to tie the knot, and they’d decided to have a little fun while doing it.

To that end they’d rented out the Oasis Springs Community Pool and invited the whole family to come dressed for a day of fun in the sun.

Instead of an officiant the family comedian led them down the aisle with his best jokes about love and marriage. Peachy had everyone laughing as the couple took their places at the inflatable palm tree arch to start the ceremony.

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Given her new “condition” the bride was glad the wedding attire was swimwear. Her slightly rounded stomach might not have screamed baby to everyone, but squeezing herself into a fancy fitted pantsuit made for her pre-pregnancy frame would have been less than ideal.

Instead, she wore her best spandex one-piece in comfort as she and Chance exchanged vows and rings, ending with a picture-perfect spousal kiss.

The formalities out of the way, it was time to party!

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The wedding feast consisted of pizza and ice cream. He may have been lactose intolerant, but Chance was willing to risk a little discomfort to enjoy his favorite meal on this most special of days.

The couple had invited all their friends and family to join them in celebrating.

Not everyone could make it, but even those not in attendance made sure to reach out and offer their congratulations.

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Paul and Nikita took a seat next to his parents during lunch and shared their own happy news. The grandparents to be were thrilled for the young couple and surprised them with an offer to move in with them at the new nectar farm in Chestnut Ridge.

Having grandparents around to help take care of the incoming little one would make it much easier for Nikita to finish school, and having young people around, especially animal lovers and professional gardeners, would help them get the ranch ticking over nicely and let them leave it in good hands.

Nikita and Paul said they’d need some time to think it over, but they arranged to come for a visit soon to get a better feel for the place.

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Having finished their meal Peachy joined Jack in the otherwise empty hot tub. Wasting no time, he mentioned that he’d seen how much Jack had enjoyed spending time with Kelsie when they’d visited Valentina and asked if he’d ever considered having a child of his own.

With a laugh Jack replied that when you were marrying a legacy heir having a kid was sort of required, before seriously telling his fiancée that while he’d almost given up on the idea, he would in fact like that very much.

The boys agreed they’d figure out how to proceed after their own rapidly approaching wedding, but it felt good to know they were on the same page.

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Across the way the bride and groom were making the rounds.

Bianca thanked those from her squad who’d been able to make the trek for coming, and Chance excitedly shared the news about becoming a father again with his good friend and old flame Candor.

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While the young people enjoyed the amenities, a certain group of elders convened in the empty dining area.

They’d never intended to extend their elderhood again, but now there was Peachy’s wedding and Paul’s new baby to look forward to. Not to mention that Ed was just starting to get a handle on the nectar scene in Chestnut Ridge and hoped to leave behind a solid legacy for his nieces and nephews.

The six old friends agreed that the time was not yet right to move on and once again partook of that magical elixir that would grant them a few more days to enjoy theirs and their children’s next adventures for just a little while longer.

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