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furiousgoldfish · 3 months

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Survival skills: Cleaning, Laundry, Living space maintenance

(there's a separate post about cooking, here's a LINK)

So I will assume you're too tired and sick to clean, and in this case we're just trying to prevent actual incidents happening: do not leave food, especially food containing meat or animal products, laying around, because it will cause bacteria and maggots to occur, you don't want that in your home, dispose of them (you can flush bad food in the toilet to get rid, if you don't take out the trash every other day).

In the same vein, sadly dishes sometimes need to get done, if you don't want very odd smells of decomposing food in your kitchen, but it's like, do it once a week in winter, twice a week in summer, and you'll be okay. (High temperature decomposes food quicker). Dishes usually are the most time-consuming cleaning activity because it's something that needs to be done pretty often and it's annoying. You can do it with gloves if you don't like the sensory feeling of it. The absolute easiest way to get it done is to rinse everything as soon as you're done using it, before It gets gross, but do I do that? No. I would never. But it is recommended.

If cleaning is overwhelming, exhausting and just triggering for you, I encourage you to only do whatever is easiest, or even just doing one little area and having that clean and easy to use, without looking at the rest; we're just trying to survive here, not be perfect. No cleaning needs to be perfect, it just has to be done.

Okay, but if you want to have the actual knowledge of how to clean things easily, here's what I do:

Kitchen: I will go against rules and start with sweeping the floors, because I hate walking on messy floor, and having the floor clean already makes the room looks way better, so I don't mind sweeping it once again later. If I have cluttered all the surfaces (which does happen a lot), I will grab all of the things and put them in one spot, like on the table, or the floor, or anywhere just to have all surfaces clean. If there's something dried, grimy or awful happening on the surfaces, the best way to deal with it is to grab a sponge with some soapy detergent, run over the grime, and then leave that to soak 10-20 minutes. Once the dirty part is softened, you can run a wet sponge over it again and it comes out no problem, generally anything you need to clean and it's difficult, leaving it to soak will resolve your issue easily.

So once I've removed all of the things, soaked all the surfaces in soapy water, rinsed them with a sponge, I'll run a dry cloth over it to remove the last of the water, and the surfaces are super clean then. At this point I'll put a cloth on one surface, slowly pick up dish by dish and bring it to the sink and wash it. If the sink is full when I'm starting to wash, it's overwhelming. If I'm bringing in things in one by one, it feels easy, I'm just washing one thing. Once I've washed a dish, I put it on the cloth to dry. Once I'm done with all of the dishes, the pile of stuff I've compiled is usually almost empty, if there's something left like ingredients, decorations, or whatever else, I'll put it back where it belongs. I'll wash the sink and the stove top, when they're also completely free of stuff, and at the end sweep the floor again and wash it. And the kitchen is done!

Bathrooms usually need something acidic for cleaning, you either need a specific bathroom cleaner, or some vinegar (optionally with baking soda). This is because water leaves a lot of calcification on the surfaces, and acidic stuff melts calcium! It takes a while, so like before, it's best to put away all of the things that are stuck in the bathroom, use a sponge to cover everything in bathroom cleaner mixed with water, or just vinegar, leave it for 20 minutes to soak. After that, you should be able to rinse it off, or maybe scrub a little in some places where calcium is a bit heavy, and you should have a clean bathroom.

If you're cleaning a wooden floor, the best way to go about it, is to have a bucket of water, with some floor-cleaning product, few spoons of it mixed with water, and a cloth you can drop in it. Wooden floors can easily get water damage, so you do not want to have them wet for more than few minutes! You squeeze the water out of that cloth as good as you can, and then you can attach it to some squeegee or a broom or whatever you have, (if you don't have a floor cleaning tool) and slide it over the floor to clean it. It should take a few minutes to dry and then you have a clean floor!

If you have a very dirty floor, and it's not wood, but like tiles or something that doesn't get damaged with water, the easiest way to get it cleaned is to put very wet cloth over it, and to soak it a lot. I will not squeeze the water out at all if I'm deep-cleaning tiles, I'll let it all get super wet. Then, you rinse your cloth, squeeze it maximally so it's near dry, and start collecting the dirty water with it. This way, all of the dirt will get melted in water, the floor will be covered with dirty water, and you're collecting that dirty water and taking it away! It's better than just sliding, because sliding in a very dirty area will just mix the dirt, not remove it. You keep rinsing and squeezing your cloth to near-dryness, until you've collected all of the water in it, and then it should be clean or nearly-clean, you can still slide over it in a normal way with a cloth if you want perfect.

Cleaning in general, has no clear rules, you can do it your own way, however you want, with whatever you want. It's recommended to start at the top, clean top shells first and go down from there, do the floor last, but you don't have to listen, clean how it fits you. If you want more tips and really useful information on how to clean hard-to-clean surfaces, go see 'auriikatarina' on youtube, she's a professional cleaner and will make cleaning look both easy and satisfying.

Organizing: When you're organizing your stuff, the easiest way to make everything look neat is to stack things upright, and do it so everything in one category is put together (your books in one place, pencils in another, clothing is in the third spot, your sanitary products in another spot), and line it up so the tallest stuff is in the back, and shortest stuff at the front. In this way you can look at your stuff and immediately see everything, nothing is hidden from view. If you can find cool places in your home to store things from specific category, it will be the easiest to find each time. You want to be able to see everything without rummaging trough it, or attempting to remember where things are, it should be logical. If you can't categorize your stuff, or can't figure out how to organize it, think about how it would be organized in a store, and where would they put it – this helps figure out the logical category and way to store it.

Maintaining your living space

Things break sometimes, or get clogged, and if you watch out periodically for these things, you can prevent a lot of it! If you make sure never to let food get inside of your sink, and have the little plastic things in your bathtub that stops the big pieces from getting in your drain, you can prevent a lot of clogging. Kitchen and bathroom sink have a part underneath that can be dismantled (unscrewed) and you can see if there's any dirt or hair in it, and clear it out, to prevent potential clogging. If you can tell the water is draining very slowly in your sinks or your bathhub, there are drain unclogging products that you can buy, and just pour down your drain in order to clean it, before it gets actually clogged! I do this every time when I feel it's draining slow, and it prevented actual clogging for years now.

It's customary to clean all of the windows in your house, and wash the curtains in your washing machine, at least once a year, twice if you want to be super attentive to it, and this will actually improve the quality of air in your space. Yearly deep cleaning, when you move all the furniture and get to all of the dust, grime and spiderwebs stuck in there, will also improve the air quality, because all of that dust is constantly circulating in the air you breathe and it makes a noticeable difference to clean it.

Airing out the rooms should happen daily, even when it's winter it's good to air the space even for a few minutes, it will improve the amount of oxygen you have in your living space and prevent bad smells from happening. Sometimes you should take a clean broom or cloth and wipe the grime from your ceiling and walls, I rarely do this, but like if you see unattended spiderwebs in there, it will make a difference if you remove those (live spiders can stay, they take care of the flies).

Walls of your living space should be repainted, I think every 5-10 years? I think people have different preferences, I'm okay with walls getting slightly dirty. Usually the kitchen will be the worst because the walls absorb all the fumes from cooking. And, any place you have heating, radiators and such, it will darken the walls. This is normal and happens to everyone.

If you have mold anywhere, that needs to be tended to immediately, there's products for destroying the mold, you should not let that linger on the walls, and it means that either your place is not well protected from the outside wetness, or that you need better air circulation in that space. Do not just repaint it either, mold is poisonous and it grows, wetness and dampness helps it spread, dryness, fire, good dry air circulation kills it. If you have mold in your bathroom, like at the edges of your bathtub, you can destroy it by soaking patches of toilet paper with bleach, covering the mold with that toilet paper, and leaving it like that overnight. Some people say it works with vinegar too, but I haven't tried that. Don't spend time in bleach-soaked bathroom though! Get out of there, bleach fumes are not good for you. And don't mix any, ANY cleaning products together, especially not with bleach, you can create poisonous fumes, and they can gas you.

Carpets should be cleaned once a year, usually they're scrubbed with water and some carpet-cleaning product, in the old times we used just plain soap! There's now dry carpet cleaners too so you can try that as well if you don't feel like washing the entire thing by hand.

Laundry

So every washing machine works differently, but the basics are the same: you can pick a program and temperature, and click start. I have one dial with numbers of different programs, and it's like 'cotton, polyester, whites, quick wash, eco wash, colored' and I don't know what the difference is, I think whatever program you choose, the stuff will get washed, it's a washing machine, it will just take a different amount of time.

The basics of using it are: you put the clothing in, you close it. You open the little compartment by the top, which offers you a place to put detergent, and fabric softener. You can be okay without fabric softener. You figure out where to put the detergent, and put whatever amount you feel is necessary. You close that compartment. You click start. The washing machine starts working and tumbling your clothing around with water and detergent. It takes an hour, sometimes more. After it's done, you can easily open the door to your clothing. The clothing is wet and clean, you take it out, you put it up to dry.

What is important to know, is that if you put colored clothing in a high-temperature wash, it's likely to bleed color, and sometimes this color can attach to your other clothing, so if you accidentally put one red sock with your white stuff, and put it to wash oh a high temperature, you might color all your white stuff into pale red or pink. Which is fun and nothing to feel bad about, except if you really need all that stuff to stay white.

Colored stuff is usually washed on lower temperatures, it can even be washed cold, so from 0-60 is okay. It's recommended to wash winter stuff with other winter stuff, and light summer fabrics with other light fabrics, just because heavy fabrics will usually pull in more water and detergent, so your light fabrics might get neglected. There's different detergents for colored and white stuff, and I usually ignore that too because both can wash both stuff.

White stuff needs to be washed on higher temperatures sometimes, especially your undergarments because they take in a lot of sweat and stuff, and can get less white if you never put them in boiling temperatures. It's normal to put them on 90 degrees. However! Don't ever put super stretchy fabric on high temperatures, because if it has a lot of elastine in it, which is plastic, it can melt! I accidentally destroyed a white hat by putting it in with whites, it was no longer stretchy because all of the stretchy stuff got completely melted in hot water.

I don't have a dryer, so I cannot help you there, usually after the clothes is washed I'll put it on a clothing line, it dries the best in the sun, but will dry anywhere (except exposed to rain, you need to not put it in rain).

If your washing machine starts smelling odd, it's possible that some mold or bacteria is happening in there, and you can disinfect it and clean it by putting a lot of baking soda inside, and then pouring vinegar into the detergent slot. You put the washing machine to a quick wash, with hot water, and this should resolve the issue. Also if you leave wet clothing in there without taking it out and drying it, for more than 24 hours, it is going to develop mold for sure, and this can actually ruin your clothing (I had it happen to a few garments, they got black stains, it's not nice).

If you don't have a washing machine, you can still hand-wash your stuff. Putting it into a bucket with some warm water and detergent, rubbing it together, rinsing and squeezing the water out a few times, and then rinsing in clean water until only clean water is getting out of it – that can work just fine. Sometimes if you need just one garment clean and don't want to use the machine, it's best to just hand-wash it. If your clothes are basically clean but just a little sweaty, rinsing it a few times in water and detergent will make them nice again. If you have some hardcore stains that cannot be washed out even with a washing machine, there's products likes spot-cleaner, and bleach, to help you with that. However you can never use bleach on colored clothing, because it will make very ugly stains on it, bleach is only for pure whites!

Alright this is all I can immediately think of, I probably left some things out, and if anyone wants to add to this, or correct me or anything feel free! I hope this helped you feel less overwhelmed, and more informed about how to successfully live independently. Also if there's questions you want to ask go ahead! This knowledge can be hard to get by if nobody had ever taught you.

Also, this is not something you learn all at once, just from reading one post. You don't need to immediately absorb all of this knowledge, or know how to do it all at once. This is stuff that is learned over months and years or living alone and figuring it out, and none of it is difficult or impossible to do. There's no punishments for doing it wrong, maybe some annoying dealing with some stuff. Nobody should shame you if you don't know all of this, I knew none of it when I started living on my own. I learned it a bit of here and there, and I'm compiling it so it would be more accessible, but none of it needs to be followed directly or done perfectly, and you can ignore some of it completely.

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reticulating-splines · 11 months

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WIP - West 70th

1880s-1910s row of Upper West Side townhomes.

Been working on this row of late 19th c. brownstones on and off for the past year now, so needless to say when I heard about For Rent I was hype.

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This initially started because I was homesick for NYC during the pandemic. Specifically for the area of the upper west side my dorm was in while I was a student. I mainly blame this experience for my obsession with historical architecture - walking along central park west past the Dakota on the way to the subway, smoking on the stoops of the brownstones late at night, going to classes in the wedding cake that is the Ansonia - it was just everywhere, and so, so beautiful to look at.

Except a lot of it is faded glory - buildings subdivided, details chipped or covered in the thickest coats of grime or paint. So I wanted to replicate some of the old New York from around the turn of the century. The one I read about in the Luxe series and saw in the Samantha movie lol.

The basement or garden level of each four-story brownstone will be dedicated to the original purpose as the main workplace of the service staff. Unfortunately no room for the actual garden, so laundry lines and planters are on the roof. There are bedrooms and bathrooms for a cook and a housekeeper/butler, along with the staff dining and the kitchen. The butler's pantry is directly upstairs from the kitchen, and the top floor is almost exclusively made up of staff bedrooms and washrooms.

I usually do the service areas first because they're the most interesting, and there was nothing more interesting than a full edwardian brownstone kitchen. Lots of exposed piping, beadboard, subway tile, and shelves of clutter. Has a separate scullery, pantry, and stairs down to a basement storeroom to keep your best champs-le-sims nectar in. There's also a servant's bellboard in the kitchen and the staff dining room. It along with the "boiler" system are made with tool and CC-free.

The main entrance and parlor are doing their best to continue the gothic revival theme of the exterior. The library and dining room follow in the enfilade starting in the parlor. Since this first house is a corner lot, it has a bit more width and space than a true brownstone. The only actual brownstone I've been inside of is Lady Mendl's, so ofc I had to have an extensive tea setup. Def took a lot of inspo from these two pics alone for these rooms.

The main stairwell and picture gallery lead to three large bedrooms on the second floor, and then up to the children's room and nanny's bedroom on the third floor. I really like skylights. I learned the importance of decent lightwells in staving off depression one semester when my window looked out onto a brick wall

The master bedroom and the children's room above it both have their own private sitting rooms and bathrooms. All rooms have either fireplaces or cast iron radiators.

There's no way this is going to be finished by the time For Rent comes out, so im just going to release it in whatever state it's in when it does come out. The exteriors and interior room layout for all the townhomes will (hopefully) most likely be set by then anyway.

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Also the anniversary of Chez Cromwell is coming up! Ive been gone for the better part of the year due to starting a new job, but I havent been idle. C.Cromwell has been updated for infants and ceilings, which led to me redoing the exterior and almost every room, so a rerelease is coming v soon! Sneak peek below. Happy Thanksgiving!

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catsaar · 1 year

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The Hawthorne Residence

A suburban family home fit or a family with 2 kids, an infant and a cat. Comes with a kitchen, dining room, living room, laundry room, 2 bathrooms, a master bedroom, a kids bedroom for 2, an infant bedroom, an office, a greenhouse and plenty of outdoor space to enjoy.

Cc free, 40x30 residential lot, Brook Bungalow, Willow Creek

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honeycombsims · 5 months

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Cordelia Apartment

I saw an apartment on Pinterest with this vibe, and I couldn't get it out of my bed. I hope you all enjoy!

1 bed, 1 bath

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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the girl next door 7

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

Your body is stiff. You blame your late-night drawing session hunched over the folding table. You feel it in your neck and shoulder. You sit up and groan, rubbing your muscles as you try to loosen the knots. You roll your arms as you stand up, yawning as you rub your eyes.

A dewy breeze flows in. The air feels like rain but the density has yet to break. You remember vaguely in the middle of the night cracking the window to cool off, your room stagnant and stale.

You near the window in your baggy shirt, dampened slightly with your sweat. It’s caught under your chest as you bulge against the fabric. You pull it free as you stand in front of the pane and blanch as you see movement on the other side. Shoot.

Your eyes meet Steve’s as he closes the window across from yours. He can feel the approaching storm too. He smiles and gives a two-fingered wave. You lift your hand weakly, barely extending your fingers before you tug shut the curtains. How much did he see? How much could he see?

You go out to get the day started. The overhead light of kitchen blares yellow across the space and you put the coffee pot on to brew. As you wait, you tidy the table, once more cluttered with your mother’s forgotten distractions. The crossword book, several pens, a home magazine, and several wrappers.

You slow the pour of coffee into your mug as you hear your mom’s bedroom door. You stare at the doorway until she appears. She limps to the table and sits heavily. You put the cup before her and grab another for yourself. She mutters and leans her head in her hand. She was home late last night.

You go to grab her inhaler from the bathroom. Once more, it’s missing. You return and find it on the counter hidden beside a used plate. It's only then you notice the blackened frozen fries on the cookie sheet. What the heck?

“Ugh, that man,” she croaks, letting it roll into a laugh, “he convinced me to have a little wine after the milkshake.” You put her inhaler in front of her. She raises her head and scowls. She rubs the furrow between her brows. “And then another. And another.”

You don’t even remember her getting home. You were up until one in the morning drawing. She must have been much later. How hadn’t you heard her make all this mess?

You sip your coffee around cleaning up. You wash the glass from the milkshake Steve brought over and set it aside. Your mother hacks and clears her throat.

“Mm, he’s too nice,” she mutters, “told him you didn’t need that. Too much sugar. You don’t even like strawberry.”

You hide your frown. You like strawberry. You’re not sure why she thinks otherwise. She’s never really asked.

“I’ll bring the glass back--”

“You remember your manners,” she girds before she hums into her coffee cup. She gulps through her wet lips noisily. “I don’t need you ruining this.”

“I will, mom.”

“Ugh,” she stands up with a groan, “I need my chair.”

Her hand trembles and the cup with it. She spills a little over the sides but doesn’t pay attention to it. You dump the tray of burnt fries and put it in the sink. You just cleaned this place top to bottom. You don’t think you’re that messy but it’s always a disaster.

You clean the rest of the dishes and put them away. Your mom hollers for more coffee and you bring the pot with you to refill her cup. She leans it on her chest and closes her eyes.

“I’m going to take the glass back now, I guess.”

“Mph, do whatever,” she utters irritably.

You trod back to your room and change into real clothes; straight-legged jeans and a stripped jersey tee. You just want to get this over with. It’s so awkward. You would rather your mom just take it back the next time she goes over but she’s in rough shape. It must be the alcohol. She’s not really supposed to have any.

You grab the glass and put on your shoes. As you come out, there’s a speckling of rain falling from the sky. You go up the walk and around the sidewalk, coming back down the pavement squares to Steve’s porch. You stop and look up at his front door. You climb the steps and drag your feet to the door.

You tap the bell. It’s one of those ones with the camera built-in. You feel overly conscious as you stand before the lens. The door opens before you can prepare yourself.

“Hey, sweetie,” Steve greets, “how are you?”

“Erm. Okay. Here.”

You hold out the glass. He doesn’t take it. He leans on the doorframe and smile.

“Crummy day, huh? Supposed to thunderstorm soon,” he comments, “too bad, I was really wanting to get that pool going.”

“Mm, yeah,” you keep the glass raised before you.

“Oh well, guess I’ll have to figure out what to do all pent up. Maybe a movie night? With all this moving, I’m way behind.”

You look at his chest, staring at the short-sleeved button up with chagrin. What is he talking about? Why is he talking so much?

“You got any suggestions? You youngins always know what’s hip,” he shakes his head and laughs, “sorry, I sound old, don’t I?”

“No,” you answer dully.

“No what? No suggestions or no I don’t sound old?” He challenges.

Your eyes go round and you look him in the face. “I don’t know.”

“I’m teasing--”

“Here,” you wiggle the glass at him.

He takes it, his fingers brushing against yours. You let it go and recoil. You bare your teeth strangely and back away, “thanks, er. Bye.”

You turn and cringe at the grey sky. You trudge off the porch and cut across the lawn, too mortified not to trod over his grass. You clamber up the front steps and quickly shut yourself inside the house. You hiss at yourself as you press your back to the door.

“Don’t slam the goddamn door,” your mother sneers, “Jesus. No wonder this place is falling apart.”

🏠

It’s one of those days where you’re just sad. You can’t pinpoint why. It’s just a vague malaise that won’t leave. Even as the sun beams and deepens to a soft evening hue, you can’t see a light among the dark.

You don’t know how long you’ve been like that. Under your covers, crying for no good reason. It just hurts to be. You keep your arm folded over your pounding head. You just want to sleep and yet you can’t cross the barrier into unconscious.

You give up and roll onto your back, pulling the blanket to your waist. You exhale and stare up at the ceiling. You’re head swims from the deluge of tears. You sop them up with the sheet and sit up. Your head is full and throbbing.

You get up, bleary-eyed, and muddle your way through reality. You pull open your door and find the bathroom on instinct alone. You shut yourself in and blow your nose. The effort has you even more dizzy. You shake your head, trying to clear out the fog, and turn on the cold water. You throw it across your face, holding a wet palm to your forehead to try to ease the tension.

Your ears tickle with a strange noise. A low drone. Like bass on the front television. Now and again, your mom will amp up the TV but it’s unexpectedly loud. You twist off the faucet and stand straight. You dry off and head back into the hall, peering down at the shifting light glaring from the living room doorway.

“Woahhh,” the voice catches you unaware as someone collides with you from behind in the dim hallway. You stumble and turn to face Steve as popcorn scatters onto the floor, tumbling over the brim of the bowl. The smell tugs at your stomach, “sorry sweetie, I didn’t see you there.”

You look at his silhouette, unable to make out any of his features. You didn’t even know he was there. Your mother didn’t even warn you. You suspect that may have been purposeful.

“Sweetie?”

“Sorry,” you back up, “didn’t mean... to get in the way.”

You turn and shuffle back to your room. He follows, “your mom said you weren’t feeling good. Hope you get better soon, but if you’re interested, we’re watching a movie.”

Your bedroom door is wide open. If you’d known, you would’ve been sure to shut it tight.

“No, thank you,” you grab the handle and slowly shift the door behind you.

“No problem,” he calls after you, “offer stands if you change your mind.”

You click the door shut gently and stay on the other side, listening for his footsteps. He lingers, a bit too long, and it’s only as he walks away that you go back to your bed. There’s something strange about him. Or maybe it’s just you.

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aplaceforyourhearttorest · 6 months

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Needy Little Fucking Thing 𓍼 James Hetfield (18+)

A hiccup of a moan bellows itself out of you as partially bare hips make undeviating contact with the backs of the top of your upper, reddening thighs, the balls and heels of your shoed feet raising from the ground as strong hands lift and push you even farther up on the wooden fixture in front of you.

You gasp for breath as your boyfriend huskily expels a shuttering exhale against the exposed skin on the nape of your neck, his front pressing flush against your backside as he sheathes his entire length inside of you. Sweat trickles down from the crown of your head and creates dormancy on the sides of your flushed temples, your kiss chapped lips gaping as you feel James' hot length pulsate and weep beads of translucent precum into the precipice of your soaked heat.

Your walls incessantly flutter around him, subconsciously milking him for all he's worth, as the beginning of his shoes shuffle forward and pause underneath yours to help stabilize your unnatural position. The muscles in your calves tremble as you force yourself to not grind back and attempt to bring him even closer and deeper inside you, your bare chest heaving and hovering over the haphazard and cluttered desk now beneath you. Goosebumps litter themselves over the expanse of your overheated skin, as you feel his upturned lips rake and caress themselves over the shell of your left earlobe.

"Couldn't even wait for me to find an actual bathroom, pulled me into the closest abandoned bedroom instead," James muses, the tone in his voice playful, yet strained. Music hovers around the small crevice of free space at the bottom of the room's doorway just a few feet away from you two, and you lower your eyes in mortified embarrassment. They soon enlarge, and overstimulated tears rest upon your waterline, as one of his large palms travel up to guide you to lie your entire top half down on the cold surface, and his hips finally begin to thrust again. "Needy little fucking thing."

"Needed you." You mewl, the sound stuttered and dilapidated as his cockhead rubs and confides itself against your sensitive and spongelike spot. Your nails dig into the polished wood as he slowly extracts his arousal-soaked dick out of you, before smoothly gliding his hardened inches back inside. The repetitive cacophony of drunken laughter and overplayed music, dulls down and becomes muted background noise as James' hands travel their way upward to encircle themselves around your wrists to hold them in place.

"Needed me so badly, you couldn't even wait for me to get home," He condescendingly croons, the desperate delivery of his lust driven plunges a juxtaposition to the faux confidence in his cadence. You choke around a watery gasp as your feel your orgasm quickly approaching, the heat in your abdomen starting to feel like a coiled and tightly knotted rope. James bends down to bear a bite on your shoulder, lolling out his tongue around a satisfied sounding grunt to satiate the delicious sting. Your waterline overfills, and dewy tracks of submerged fulfillment make their way down your blazing and splotched stained, red cheeks. "Tell me what you need, baby, and I'll give it to you."

"Need to cum, need to feel you cum inside me. Fill me up." You manage, your words slurring and nearly turning into one as each impaling movement of his cock brings you closer to the edge. Your boyfriend lets out a hum, and you force yourself to stay pliant and in place as he removes his upper half from mounting your back and his hands from around your wrists. Before you can even question him, a hand is being pressed against your lower stomach to lift you up, and a thick and calloused fingertip is roughly colliding with your swollen and pearling clit.

A wail bleeds out of you as he sweeps his digit across your drenched sex and merges your limbs with his, his once desperate thrusts turning into reckless abandon. A sopping wet sound reverberates in the confined space surrounding you two, and the sensation of his dampening briefs below his raising ballsack chafing itself against your already bruising skin, disappears and becomes null. You encircle your trembling and unsteady hands around his forearms as your feet dangle on either side of his own, the aglets of his bouncing shoelaces due to his thrusts tickling the sock covered skin of your ankles as you turn your head to look at him.

Blue turned black irises encase yours in a trance like stare, and you squeeze your legs together as you feel them seize and constrict, your eyes heavily lidding as you avidly watch his facial expression crumble into a look of engulfment. You chase forward, ignoring the tinge of pain in your neck from the movement, and shakily place your lips on top of his. You swallow and accept every divot of spit laded tongue he feeds you, the tips of your shoes connecting with his as your thighs bracket and tense with oversensitivity.

"Cum for me, sweetheart," James breathes, a strangled 'fuck, you're so tight' mangling its way out as your walls vice like grip his length and swallow him in, barely giving him enough leeway space to fuck himself back into you. Thick lines of mixed saliva keep you two together as you slowly part, the heady air in the centimeters between feeling overbearing and charged with fervor. "I can feel how close you are. Want you to make a mess all over me and help me clean it up after." Your eyes involuntarily clench shut with the vivid imagery of your shaking body being placed down on your still wobbly knees, and your future self opening her mouth wide enough to lick and suck his broad girth clean.

"I can cum?" You ask, your voice heightened and overly airy as you try to hold on, fighting your body's natural instinct to curl in on itself, as James spreads your slick folds apart and lightly pinches at your clit. Your eyes snap back open as his pinky carefully makes its way inside of your opening, right on top of and with his still pivoting dick, and curls it upward to relentlessly rub the pad of his finger against your abused g-spot. White spots brighten your vision in the already nearly pitch black room, and your lips open in a silent scream as you reach and barrel into your orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Fucking perfect," he praises, his expression turning gutted and euphoric, as your release instantaneously triggers his own. Gasps pitter and fret in the chilled air as you slowly come back to, and as James slowly continues to fuck his seed into and toward your spent pussy walls and coated cervix. You twist your head back forward and rest your head against your boyfriend's chest, contentment flooding through you at his next words. "Such a good girl, listening so well."

"Taking care of me so well." You eventually rebut, once you're able to find your voice and catch your breath. A reassuring kiss is placed onto each one of your shoulder blades before you're lowered back down on your feet, and you only loosen your hold on him once you feel stable enough to stand on your own.

James lets out a quiet hiss as he carefully removes himself from inside of you, and you disappointingly grimace as you feel and watch your guys' mixed releases slowly run down the long expanse of your still twitching thighs. James gently maneuvers you around to face him, and you can't help but smile at the fucked out and pleased look on his face, his eyes blown wide and glassy, as if he was high. Large and warm palms resurface on your hips and draw you back in easily, a shy spring of laughter being shared as you both nearly trip over each other's feet in haste to get closer.

Your boyfriend bends down to level with you and brings you into a kiss, a pout forming on your swollen lips as he pulls away too soon for your liking. "As much as I'd like to stand here and kiss you all night, the party's going to be ending soon, and you didn't keep up your end of the deal just yet, doll," you lightly hum and tilt your head back, your eyebrows raising and your grin matching his own as he finishes his sentence and airs out a gentle command.

"On your knees, baby. There's still a mess you need to clean up."

#metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x reader #metallica smut #metallica x reader #metallica imagines

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kajda-sims · 8 months

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britechester — drake hall

a reconstruction of the drake hall, university housing in britechester — the neighborhood that comes with the sims 4 discover university! the build includes bedrooms, private bathrooms, kitchen, common spaces, study/library and other. there are also two variants! one with nondecorated bedrooms and the second, where i put clutter and tryed to make them more personal.

⚠ NO CC ⚠ don't forget to use bb.moveobjects on

including: four bedrooms (two of them are for one sim, second of them are for two sims), they comes with own bathroom with toilet and shower, public toilet, kitchen with dining space, common room with bar, chest table and other activities and there is also library/study space.

LINKS: download on patreon (always free) or find me on the gallery ID: TytotCZ, #kajdasims

T.O.U. don’t reupload this house, or do not redecorate or refurnish house and then upload

✨ more info and photos under cut! ✨

size: 30 × 20 living: 6 beds (four bedrooms), 5 toilets price: 304 467$

and more photos of bedrooms and spaces:

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giuliabuilds · 1 year

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Hello everyone, Giuliabuilds here!

Here's another build using the brand new #HorseRanch EP: it's a winery inspired by Italy, built with no CC!

It’s built in the new world of Chestnut Ridge on a 64x64 lot, with everything you'd need for a couple of horses (but also cows, chickens, cats/dogs) + a wine cellar in the basement. It has 4 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms and plenty of space for a big family 💜

I’ve used no CC gallery art by: Katrindekleine, Cribea9, Cicosims, dbraydenmeyers, AliasLTS.

It’s CC free and all the packs I’ve used are listed down below + all the instructions to download it. I hope you’ll like it!

CHECK OUT THE SPEEDBUILD VIDEO AND TOUR ON MY CHANNEL!

Use the moveobjects cheat before placing the lot!

You can find this one on the gallery by searching my ID giuliabuilds ✨ (or by clicking here)

or:

DOWNLOAD GOOGLE DRIVE DOWNLOAD SFS

How to download:

Choose the mirror you prefer between SimFileShare and Google Drive (both ad-free).

Download the file and unzip it.

Place all the files in your Tray folder (…Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 4\Tray).

That’s it! Load your game and this lot will be in your library✨

It contains objects from:

Horse Ranch.

Growing Together.

High School Years.

Cottage Living.

Snowy Escape.

Eco Lifestyle.

Discover University.

Island Living.

Seasons.

Cats&Dogs.

City Living.

Get Together.

Get to Work.

Werewolves.

My Wedding Stories.

Dream Home Decorator.

Jungle Avdenture.

Parenthood.

Dine Out.

Spa Day.

Outdoor Retreat.

Paranormal Stuff.

Tiny Living.

Moschino.

Romantic Garden.

Perfect Patio.

Booknook Kit.

Greenhouse Haven Kit.

Bathroom Clutter Kit.

Everyday Clutter Kit.

Pastel Pop Kit.

Desert Luxe Kit.

Little Campers Kit.

Blooming Rooms Kit.

Free Holiday Pack.

@maxismatchccworld ❤

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emeritusemeritus · 9 months

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No Good Deeds [George Weasley x Reader]

Part 2

Part 1

Title: No Good Deeds. Part 2.

Pairing: {George Weasley x Reader} mentions of previous Fred Weasley x Reader.

Timeline: Set a few years after DH, loosely following Canon.

Summary: A few years after Fred’s death, the investors of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes demand changes to the name. All it would take is two years of a fake marriage to fix the issues, but no good deed goes unpunished.

Warnings: Fake marriage trope because we love the cliché. Mentions of death (Fred). Friends to lovers. Slow burn but mentions of kissing and eventual smut. Swearing. George calls us Angel. Drinking. Tags will be updated with each chapter.

The conversation you'd had with George Saturday night had seemed to iron out all the issues and anxious thoughts that came along with your agreement. You'd both decided to move in together immediately, so that it would really look as if you were dating and your engagement was planned to be announced the following week. Molly had sent an eerie but fortunately timed letter inviting George to a family dinner at the Burrow Friday and he had seen it as the perfect time to tell his family of your engagement, having sent a reply asking to bring you along. Molly's reply had been nearly instantaneous, or at least as quickly as Errol could get back, her reply a resounding yes, stating that you were more than welcome to join, as always.

George had insisted on buying you an engagement ring, though you'd initially denied his suggestion but he had argued that it was tradition and formality that would be suspicious if not followed, which you couldn't disagree with. You'd both gone ring shopping on Tuesday, which was George's regular day off from the shop and you had chosen a gorgeous, simple ring on your first official outing as a 'couple'. George had been more than generous and had offered to get you a much more intricate ring that had caught your eye, until you saw the price, but you quickly shot that down and chose a much cheaper ring that you liked just as much.

It was mutually agreed that George would move in with you rather than you joining him above the shop as he wouldn't need to move too many of his things across, still having access to them once he got to work in the morning. The real reason for the decision was never mentioned outright though you knew that both of you were thinking the same thing; though both of you had spare bedrooms, the now spare room at George's used to be Fred's room. You'd only been back up to the flat once since Fred's death to collect some of your belongings and knowing George, he had probably left everything exactly as it was with Fred's things still messily cluttering the room. He wouldn't want to change that and you certainly didn't want to either, and so the decision was made.

Your spare bedroom consisted of a wooden desk with your established work station and a spare wardrobe which were all able to be shifted around in preparation for George's move. You worked from home occasionally and couldn't really get rid of the desk but with a little re-jig you were able to set everything up in the rarely used dining room. Your clothes were easily condensed and you'd managed to free up the spare wardrobe for George to use. You'd gone halves on the price of a new bed and beside table for George, despite his insistent protest that it was for him so he should pay and they were due to be delivered today. Ron was watching over the shop all day so you and George could move his belongings across, not that Ron knew what was happening. You'd been up since the crack of dawn cleaning and preparing the place, ensuring everywhere was clean and organised, most notably George's now empty room, the bathroom and the open plan kitchen/ living room. You'd cleared out space in the refrigerator and had emptied a shelf in the bathroom cabinet for his things, trying your hardest to be welcoming and thoughtful. On your last trip to the supermarket you'd found yourself adding some of George's favourite muggle snacks to your trolley and had even nipped into the leaky cauldron one night after work to buy a couple bottles of Daisyroot Draught to keep in, which was his favourite alcoholic beverage.

After you were happy with the presentation of the flat, you quickly ran in the shower and freshened up before George arrived. He was apparating in with a trunk of his personal items but you'd already given him your spare key just incase as your floo fireplace was currently not working, something which he'd assured you he'd take a look at in the week.

A loud crack made you jump as you dressed in the bathroom, having cast a quick drying spell on your hair only moments earlier.

"George?" You called out as you fought to throw on your jumper, your arms still a little tacky from the shower which made the soft wool material cling to your skin and made it hard to dress.

"Honey, I'm home!" George calls back and you can hear the smirk in his voice without even needing to see his face. You laughed and checked your appearance quickly in the mirror before unlocking the door and walking to meet George who was stood a little nervously in the front room, the trunk by his feet.

"Ready for me roomie?" George smirks before adding, "place looks great."

"Thanks, I've cleared out the wardrobe for you and the beds coming later. There's room in the bathroom for your stuff, whatever you need." You said, pulling your jumper sleeve over your hands and fiddling with it nervously. The whole encounter was a little awkward, though you tried not to focus on it. You hadn't shared a space since Hogwarts, having chosen to live alone after the war. The only other person that frequented your home was Fred and that was a long time ago, so this would be a new adventure for you.

"Thanks," George smiles with a nod, "I don't have much stuff, most of it is still back in the flat, it's just the basics." You nod in understanding and move to the kitchen to get you both a drink.

He eventually takes himself off to his new room after a brief chat and you flutter about the kitchen feeling a little out of place, not really knowing what to do with yourself as he unpacks. It's ridiculous really, you'd been best friends since your first year and you were more than used to being around him, even having shared a bedroom together when you visited the Burrow but here you were, awkwardly pacing your own kitchen just because he was in the flat.

"Knock knock," you said, gently tapping the open door to his bedroom, watching him hanging up his shirt and placing it into the wardrobe. From what you could see, he had a handful of shirts all hung, a few suits, a pile of pyjamas and loungewear and a few books that were stacked on the windowsill.

"Hungry?" You ask, leaning against the door frame as he beckons you in with a smile.

"Starved," he replies, standing up again from crouching down into his trunk.

"Furniture's not coming till four, did you want to grab some lunch before the real work starts? There's a nice place at the end of the street," you say, really trying to sell the idea to him.

"Sounds perfect," he says eagerly, briefly pausing to turn back towards the wardrobe as he pulls off his sweater and places it onto one of the built in shelves. The T-shirt he's wearing underneath the sweater pulls up as he lifts the woolly material over his body and you can't help but stare as the smooth, muscular skin of his back is exposed to you briefly with the movement. He pulls down his thin grey T-shirt and turns, walking with a smile to join you. The moment replays in your mind as you turn away and retrieve your bag, seeing his muscular back on replay in your mind.

Immediately the awkward tension has disappeared and you walk to the little cafe in usual synchronisation, falling into conversation easily and laughing and joking your entire way through your early lunch, having seemed to break the ice so to speak. You both grabbed a coffee to go and stroller back to the flat linking arms, though George had gone one step further and reached for your hand, which you gave him without hesitation.

He unlocked the door with his key, magically holding onto the coffee cup at the same time with his large hand, never letting go of yours with his other and gestured for you to step through first with a dramatic bow. Your hand broke apart then and for a moment you lamented the warmth of his hand until a flashing green light on your phone alerted you to a voicemail.

"Hi this is a message for Mr G F Weasley, I'm afraid the furniture you ordered is unable to be delivered today due to a warehouse issue that we're currently working through. We will attempt to make delivery tomorrow morning between 8-10am, if this is inconvenient for you please call us to reschedule. Apologies once again."

"Well shit," he says, placing his cup on the coffee table and throwing himself down onto the sofa. "Guess I'm going back to the flat then," he says with a sigh, running his hands along his trousers, shoulders slumping at the change of plans.

"You could stay here," you offer, taking a seat beside him though your descent onto the sofa was much less dramatic. "We can order in or I'll nip out for some shopping and make us a nice dinner, watch a film or something, then you can be around for the delivery in the morning, I can cover for you at the shop for a few hours."

You look up and see George looking at you with an expression you couldn't exactly place but it was tender looking and he had the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"That sounds pretty good actually," he says, reaching for his coffee cup and taking a sip. "That's if you don't mind me crashing on your sofa."

"Our sofa now," you remark with a smirk, raising your coffee cup for him to 'cheers', which he does with a laugh. "You can have my bed if you want, I don't mind sleeping on the sofa for one night."

"Don't be stupid," he says, "I'm already invading your flat, I'm not taking your bed too."

"You're not invading!" You said quickly, "just saying that the sofa isn't the most comfortable, especially with your lanky legs," you laugh, taking a sip of coffee.

He leans over and nudges you playfully in the shoulder at your semi-insult as you both giggle.

"Lanky legs," he repeats, clicking his tongue as he looks up at you wickedly. "Not 'my gorgeous, exceptionally tall fiancé'," he says with a shake of his head, feigning disappointment. "I expected more."

"Well that was your first mistake," you joked and immediately squeal as he lunges for you, laying across you and squishing you in the process as he proceeds to lay directly across the couch, feet and ankles hanging off the edge, trying to prove a point.

"See, loads of room," he mocks and you simply laugh and roll your eyes, shoving him off.

You wheeze as he shifts to sit beside you again and he shoots you a mock glare as you pretend to gasp and draw breath after being crushed, making you sarcastically smile back at him.

"So what did you want for tea tonight?" You ask, "there's a shop just down the road if you want something specific, I don't mind cooking?" You guzzle the last of your coffee and stand up to place the paper cup into the recycling after rinsing bit, pausing to hold out your hand for George's empty cup on the way.

"Don't have a preference," George says with a shrug, "anything you want?"

"Could eat a Bolognese, not very impressive for your first night here though," you admit with a laugh, "and it definitely won't be up to your mum's standard of cooking, just to warn you now."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "trust me, the only time I've eaten well since moving out is when mum invites me back or when you used to send food back with Fred, otherwise it's mainly ready meals or toast."

The mention of his twin makes you pause, the realisation that you hadn't thought about him all day makes a figment of guilt rise up in you but you try to act neutral and fake a small laugh.

"We could always get a bottle of wine and fancy it up," George says with a smirk and you mirror his smirk right back, agreeing with the plan.

"It's a date Weasley."

"Agreed, future Weasley."

You both share a smile at George's words and once again you feel a little tingly at the mention of being a Weasley, George's wife, which made you want to roll your eyes at your own behaviour.

"Let me change, I'll come with you," he says, standing up from the sofa and walking towards his room, pushing the door but not closing it fully. Images of his naked back from earlier dance around in your mind as you look at the wooden door and you have to shake yourself to stop, forcing yourself to move and find your shopping bags.

"Ready?" George says, walking back into the living room, now wearing the jumper he'd been wearing this morning as he shoved his wallet into the back pocket of his trousers.

You nodded with a smile and grabbed your bags and keys as you gestured for him to go first.

You didn't expect him to take your hand as soon as you stepped out onto the street but it was a very welcome gesture that you happily accepted, feeling comforted by the simple act. You strolled in comfortable silence, enjoying the nice weather as you made your way to the little supermarket just around the corner, hands entwined as you tried to keep up with George's naturally large strides, your little legs having to take two steps for every one of his.

"Oh, um," George says as he attempts to pull a small trolley out from the stack, seeing that it was chained together. You smile and reach into your pocket for your keys, fiddling to grab the little silver coin that was clipped on and unlatched it, placing it into the slot and allowing the trolley to pull apart. "Wow, that's clever."

It was funny really to see George in a muggle situation, having never really seen it before. You knew Arthur's fascination with muggle artefacts and general way of life but you'd never considered that this might be George's first outing to a muggle supermarket, which made you smile. He made a sound of protest when you began taking control of the trolley and tapped your hand out of the way so that he could steer the trolley, a smirk tugging at his lips as you rolled your eyes.

"Did you want to pick up some snacks and things whilst we're here? I cleared a shelf out in the fridge for you," you said, walking into the produce aisle and picking up a punnet of strawberries that looked so delicious that they immediately went into the trolley.

"Yeah that's sounds good, lead the way my love," he smiles with a nod, looking around in wonder at the sheer variation of products.

You both worked in perfect synchronisation like you'd been doing it for years, an efficient assembly of George pushing the trolley and you gathering the things from your list, adding in anything he requested along the way. You acquired everything you needed for tea that night, picking up a nice bottle of wine to go with it as George had brilliantly suggested earlier and you'd even picked out a nice pudding from the chilled section for after.

"I think that's everything," you say, resting your hand on George's arm as you lean into the trolley to place the last item in, pausing briefly as you felt the muscles of his bicep under your fingers, able to feel them even through the thick jumper.

"Let's go, Angel," he says with a determined nod, using the name he'd sarcastically called you since your fourth year after a miscommunication, though he hadn't called it you as much since Fred's passing. His hand reached for yours and he somehow managed to push the trolley with surprising efficiency with only one hand as he kept yours entwined with his own once again.

"Y/n, hi!" You heard a voice call from behind you as you walked through the wine aisle towards the checkout area. You turned and beamed a smile at recognising Eloise Midgen who was walking over and giving you a little wave. You noticed she still had a slight limp that had no doubt been caused by her injuries during the battle but overall she looked well, though her nose was still slightly off centre.

"Hi! Oh George Weasley, hi!"

"Hi Eloise," George says with a nod, pushing the trolley off to the side so that it wouldn't block the aisle. With his movement, she immediately clocks your entwined hands and you can see her eyes widening at her discovery before she looks up at you both with a beaming smile. "You're together? Wow, I didn't know that! Then again it's been years."

Her words make you feel immediately conflicted, the whole encounter being the first time that someone from your lives had been exposed to your little performance, which was a little nerve wracking to say the least. Your first initial reaction was to shoot down her claims but that wasn't part of the plan and so you're thankful when George steps in, squeezing your hand just a little tighter.

"Yes and I'm a very lucky man," George says with a effortless charm and a winning smile, enough to convince her that his words were true. He pulls you into his side and snakes his arm around your waist as if to solidify his point, his smell and the soft material of his jumper surrounding you. "We've just moved in together actually."

"Well congratulations!" She says with a smile.

"What about you, how have you been?" You ask, trying to divert the conversation.

She tells you all about her travels working with magical creatures and you had to admit that it was interesting; she clearly enjoyed what she did and you were pleased for her.

"Anyway better be going, it was lovely to see you again Eloise," George says charmingly, though you have to side eye him slightly as you recognise an undertone to his voice that told you that he found it decidedly less lovely than he'd stated. "Let's go darling," he says towards you and you part ways with Eloise with a little wave before checking out and bagging up your groceries.

"Why was that terrifying?" You asked George with a little chuckle as you walked out of the shop. He'd immediately taken the bag out of your hand at the checkout and had shouldered your shopping bag before taking your hand in his once again as you walked home. It was becoming a regular occurrence now and you went along with it happily, no longer finding it strange.

"I know what you mean," he says with a smirk, turning briefly to you, "I suppose it's real now Eh?"

"Feels it," you say, sweeping your hair over your shoulder as you walk.

"Still good with everything?" He asks a little quieter, his thumb absently stroking your hand as you walk. You look up at him and smile, "of course, are you?"

He snorts in reply, "told you, I have the good end of the deal. So, one down, everyone else to go?"

You and George had worked in harmony as you prepared the meal for tonight. He'd poured you both a glass of wine as you cooked and he'd helped chop up some veg and had reached the pack of spaghetti from the top shelf which you had to admit, was a clear benefit of him moving in. You tried to push memories of Fred out of your mind, thinking of how he was a complete nuisance anytime you tried to cook, grabbing things and teasing you, eating scraps and 'taste testing' everything. It was always funny to you to see the differences in their personalities and to see George in such a domestic setting was surprisingly wholesome and comforting.

"I have something for you," George smirks as you finish the last bite if your meal, taking a sip of the delicious wine he'd chosen. You look at him with a questioning glance and watch as he reaches into his trouser pocket, pulling out a little black velvet box which could only be one thing.

"Miss y/l/n, would you do me the greatest honour of becoming my wife?" He asks dramatically, leaning across the table with his arm, the box open in his hand showing you the beautiful engagement ring he'd insisted upon buying you.

"Why yes Mr Weasley, I will gladly accept," you smile, reaching for the ring but he quickly swats your hand away and tuts at you, reaching into the box himself. He then grabs the ring in his long fingers and lifts your hand with his, sliding the ring onto your finger; a perfect fit.

You smile at each other with such emotion that you momentarily forget that the moment isn't real, that this isn't really a proposal nor a romantic meal between you both. You fight to keep your smile on your face though it's decidedly less authentic now as your happiness fades with your negative, or realistic, thoughts. George continues to look at you, still holding your newly adorned hand in his for a few moments before he coughs and breaks contact, slowly pulling his hand away from yours. You both reach for your glasses in perfect sync and take a large sip, trying to push down whatever had just happened.

"Dessert?" You ask, standing to clear the plates and take them over to the kitchen.

"Sounds great," George says, nodding his head as he stands, ignoring your protests for him to sit down and grabs both of your now empty glasses, refilling them with the last of the wine. You serve up the pudding you'd bought earlier and suddenly the candlelight, the wine and the ring on your finger are a little overwhelming but you push away those thoughts and just try to ignore your inner monologue and try to enjoy it for exactly what this was, two friends having a fun evening.

"Want to watch a movie or something?" You asked after all the food had been eaten and the plates had been cleared. Your eyes flicked to the clock on the wall and you frowned when you realised how late it had gotten.

"Actually I was going to turn in, but I can go back to my flat if you want your space? I don't want to push you out of your own living room," George says, pulling down the sleeves of his sweater.

"You're staying," you say firmly, eyebrow raised but with a hint of a smile and he laughs at your words, throwing himself down onto the sofa beside you, his arms wrapping across the back, his hand falling right beside your shoulder. "I'll go get you some blankets and things."

You walked into your bedroom and pulled off the warm comforter from the bottom of your bed and then walked to your wardrobe and pulled out a couple of spare pillows you had stored in the top from when Angelina used to stay over whilst she was on placement at St Mungos. You took them to George but didn't see him in the room and so you left them on the sofa in a neat pile, picking another blanket up from the little basket beside the fire, just incase it fell cold in the night.

When he walked back in, your mouth went a little dry at seeing him change into his pyjamas. Of course you'd seen him in his pyjamas numerous times over the years, at Hogwarts, at the Burrow and then a few times when you'd stayed at the flat with Fred and had run into George in the morning before you left but this was different, you'd never really looked before. He wore a long pair of flannel pyjamas that hung low on his hips and a plain black T-shirt that looked thin and comfortable and my god he looked good in them. You averted your eyes quickly so that he wouldn't catch on to you essentially gawping at him and you made your excuses quickly, pointing out the pile of pillows and blankets on the sofa.

"Hey," he says, grabbing your hand to make you look at him. He then pulls you into a hug and you're immediately surrounded by the comforting scent of him all around you, the T-shirt rubbing smoothly against your cheek just as soft as you expected. "Thank you, for everything."

"You're welcome Georgie," you say, placing your head onto his chest fully as you sink into the hug. "Goodnight."

"Sweet dreams Angel."

You walked into your bedroom and immediately got undressed into your pyjamas, wiping your face free from any makeup and brushing your hair before tying it into a high ponytail for sleep. You could hear George shifting on the sofa, no doubt trying to get his body to fit comfortably on the relatively small couch. You climbed into bed and pulled out your book, not quite feeling tired enough to sleep yet but wanting to relax for a little while and so you decided to read until your eyes got heavy and eventually closed.

"Angel," you heard a voice say faintly, though you thought at first that you'd imagined it. When the voice repeated itself, you knew that it wasn't a figment of your imagination, nor a dream and so your eyes began to open, adjusting slowly to the dark room as you made out the figure of someone stood beside you.

"Georgie?" You asked sleepily, your voice not fully working yet as you snuggled into the warm covers, ensuring you were covered.

"Yeah it's me," he says quietly, moving a little closer now, "any chance the offer for the bed is still open? That sofa is like trying to sleep on a Horntail's back." The words slowly sink in as you fight off sleep and after a few moments you realise what he's trying to ask.

"Sure, let me just grab my pillows," you say sleepily, fighting a yawn and moving to pull back the covers and climb out of bed to go sleep on the sofa until a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder stops you.

"You're not giving up your bed," he says, making you frown, "I'm climbing in."

You're too tired to protest or think rationally, feeling the bed shift beside you as George climbs in. He lets out a groan as he extends his long legs under the covers, no doubt having been folded up like a deckchair to fit onto the sofa.

"Is this okay with you?" He asks a minute later, suddenly unsure of himself.

"Sssh, Angel is sleeping," you say with your eyes closed, a smirk tugging at your lips which only widens when you hear and feel George laugh before shifting to get comfortable. You feel his hesitation as he lifts his arm, hovering over your torso but he never actually embraced you. Instead, his hand rests beside yours on your pillow and you feel his long fingers stroking your hand, his thumb catching against your engagement ring with each stroke. You don't speak again after that, both of you seeming to get comfortable almost straight away, sleep overtaking you immediately as George's scent and warmth surround you.

When the morning rolls around, you wake quickly, seeing the first rays of light creeping in through the curtains you'd forgotten to close and you try to twist your head to look at the clock beside your table when panic washes over you at feeling tied down to the bed. It takes a minute but you eventually come to realise that the weight you're feeling is George's arm fixed tightly around your waist as blurry memories from the night before begin to click into place as to how exactly George Weasley ended up snoring beside you. Before you could ruminate on your current predicament, you focused on your plan for the morning, not willing to think about how George's arm was wrapped tightly around you, his body radiating heat and comforting warmth. You didn't want to wake him if you could help it and so you began peeling yourself out of his arms delicately, taking your time so that you'd be quiet. You closed the door to your bedroom and walked over to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, yawning and stretching as you did, still trying to wake yourself up from your ridiculously deep sleep as you willed the kettle not to wake him.

You'd promised George that you would cover for him this morning as he waited for the furniture delivery and so you got ready for the day whilst drinking your tea, putting on some makeup before sneaking back into your bedroom to get some clothes. George was now sprawled almost diagonally across your bed, tangled in the duvet and emitting soft snores with every inhale. You took a moment to see his messy hair spiking in every direction and his large feet hanging off the side of the bed and couldn't help but smile as you closed the door quietly behind you, taking your clothes into the bathroom and quickly throwing them on. You normally made a coffee to take with you but you didn't want to risk waking him with the kettle by using it again and so you left him a note, grabbed your bag and walked to the little cafe on the corner where you'd got a coffee with George yesterday. Only when you reached for your coffee from the counter did you notice that you were still wearing your engagement ring, a small gasp slipping out as you noticed the beautiful gem glittering in the light. Ron would be in the shop today and you couldn't risk him seeing it, not yet at least and so you quickly move it onto your other hand and spin it around so that the gem is facing inwards, looking a little less obvious, or at least you hoped.

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magalhaessims · 8 months

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AGAVE APARTMENT - MAXIS-MATCH CC BUILD

I'm finally sharing an apartment! I chose to build in Oasis Springs and opted for the smallest lot available. There are three units in total, but I've only fully decorated one. I designed it with Johnny Zest in mind. Also, I really wanted to use these two new, coolest sets: Neighborly and Cheap&Chipped by @syboubou. I really loved all the items — especially the empty toilet paper roll; it's my new favorite! LOL.

Additionally, due to some glitches in my game following the For Rent patch, I've labeled this build as "Residential" to avoid any potential issues with saving files. If you encounter any problems, please don't hesitate to let me know! If you want to check out the construction progress, watch the YouTube video linked below.

NOT CC FREE

Lot Type: Residential | Rental

Size: 20x15

World: Oasis Springs

Enable bb.moveobjects before placing in your game!

📺 WATCH THE SPEED BUILD HERE ✨

Origin ID: MagalhaesSims (remember to enable custom content on!) DOWNLOAD

CC USED IN THIS BUILD:

NOTE: For convenience, some of the CC is included in the Download Folder. Please put it in your Mods Folder along with the CC linked below.

AwingedLlama: Nostalgia Living || Charly Pancakes: Chalk Kitchen (Clutter) | Munch | Soak | The Lighthouse || TheClutterCat: Busy Bee | Cozy Casita | Dandy Diary | Flower Power (Vinyl) | Hello Horse (Trophy) | Mellow Moods (Essential Oils Tray) || Felixandre: Colonial | Kyoto (Arch) | Soho || Harrie: Klean | Octave Collection | Shop The Look V2 | Spoons (Pizza Tray) | Stockholm || House Of Harlix: Baysic Bathroom | Baysic Set | Livin'Rum | The Kichen (Plant) | Tiny Twavellers (Wall) || KKB-MM: Citrus Room | My Heimish Hall || LittleDica: Delicato Living | Greasy Goods | Lava Lamp | Sleek Slumber || Max20: Classic Kitchen | Garden At Home | Master Bedroom | Poolside Lounge (Plant) || MyshunoSun: Gale Dining | Lottie Bedroom | Simmify | Sona Dining || Peacemaker-ic: Hinterland Kitchen (Honey Pot) | Hudson Bathroom (Towel Holder) | Tasteful Tots (Clutter) || Pierisim: Auntie Vera | Calderone Living | Coldbrew | Combles | David Apartment | Domaine Du Clos | MCM House Set | Oak House Set | Pantry Party | The Office | Tilable Kitchen | Unfold | Woodland Ranch || Simkoos: Clutter Dump || Sixam-CC: Art Studio | Cozy Family Livingroom | Home Improvement || SurelySims: Office Spaces (Clutter)

The CC Sets above are the main ones I used to decorate this specific building and you can find all the links to the creators’ sites on my Resource Page. However, if you can’t find something specific, you can send me a WCIF and I’ll try to help you find it!

My content will always be free and right away available to everyone, but if you want to, you can show your support through my Ko-Fi Page. Your donation will always be much appreciated!

Thank you for reblogging: @maxismatchccworld @mmoutfitters @mmfinds @s4realtor @coffee-houses-finds and everyone else for helping me boost this post!

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rheya28 · 10 months

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Leila Square Apartment + Next Stop Cafe [ Apartment + Cafe ] ♥ The Sims 4: Speed Build // CC

♥ Apartment Includes:

An open concept floor plan. Kitchen with all new appliances Bathroom with shower and bath

♥ Apartment Units:

1st Floor [Unit 1: 1 Bed, 1 Bath] [Unit 2: 1 Bed, 1 Bath] 2nd Floor [Unit 3: 2 Bed, 2 Bath] 3rd Floor [Unit 4: 2 Bed, 2 Bath] 4th Floor [Unit 5: 2 Bed, 2 Bath]

Note: Obviously The Cafe wont function like an actual cafe lot if this is set as a residential lot, However its can still work as a shared space/hangout area for the apartment residence when the new pack comes out! Also im sure you can still hire a barista or pretend to be as one no?

♥ Please make sure to turn bb.moveobjects on! ♥ Please DO NOT reupload or claim as your own. ♥ Feel free to tag me if you are using it, I love seeing my build in other peoples save file ♥ Feel free to edit/tweak my builds, but please make sure to credit me as the original creator! ♥ Thank you to all CC Creators ♥ Please let me know if there's any problem with the build

♥ SPEED BUILD VIDEO

00:00 Beginning 00:02 Intro 0:48 Speed Build 13:41 Photos

♥ LOT DETAILS

Lot Name: Leila Square Apartment Lot type: Apartment Complex Lot size: 40x30 Location: Magnolia Promenade

♥ MODS

TOOL MOD by TwistedMex

♥ CC LIST:

Note: I reuse a lot of the same cc in all my builds, specifically cc's from felixandre, HeyHarrie, and Pierisim so if you're interested in downloading past, present, future build from me i suggest getting all their cc sets to make life a little easier! other creators include Sooky, Charlypancakes, Sixam, Thecluttercat, Myshunosun, awingedllama, and tuds. This will also ensure that the lots are complete and are not missing any items upon downloading !

- House of Harlix: Bafroom, Baysic, Harluxe, Livin Rum, Tiny Twavellers - CharlyPancakes: The lighthouse Collection, Slouch - Felix Andre: Chateau (all), Colonial pt 3, Grove (all), Kyoto pt 2, Shop the look 2, Florence pt 4, Soho (all) - The clutter cat: Dandy Diary - Harrie: Brownstone (all), Brutalist, Coastal (all), Country, Klean (all), Kwatei (all), Spoons (all), Kichen - Little Dica: H&B Store, Rise & Grind - Peacemaker: Pointless Renovation, Terra Tiles Horizontal - Pierisim (all): Coldbrew, David's Apartment, MCM, Unfold, Winter Garden, Woodland ranch, Oak house - Simplistic: Rustic rug trio - Sixam: Boho Bathroom, Stylist wood - Tuds: Beam, Cross - Syboulette: Fency

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billielolly · 11 days

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Sims 3 Build - Relaxation Retreat

A vibrant family home full of opportunities for fun and relaxation, with plenty of space for a budding gardener. 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, on a 30x40 lot.

Watch the speed build: https://youtu.be/-7bnRL8bAsA

Download here:

Patreon (free): https://www.patreon.com/posts/111265768/

Exchange:

Expansion packs:

Ambitions

Late Night ?

Generations

Pets

Supernatural

Seasons

University Life

Stuff packs:

None

Store content:

Stones Throw Greenhouse - Greenhouse Window, Greenhouse Roof Center

Custom content:

heaven - Neutral Slate Roof with White Trim

missyzim - Neoclassic Build Set (Tall Wide 2x1, Tall Wide 1 Tile, Counter High 1 Tile, Tall 1 Tile)

Cakenoodles - 13pumpkin Rustic Wood Floor

Angela - Aiden Buildset 3x1 Arch

Martassimsbook - MyCupOfCC Hot Tub

Onyxium - Jena Bathroom Accessories (Reed Diffuser, Soap Dispenser, Toilet Brush, Tooth Brushes)

Mutske - Toiletroom Aria Toilet Paperholder

Gosik - Kobe Bathroom Towels 2

Martassimsbook - cmdesigns Anemone Bathroom Set Candle

Martassimsbook - Ars-botanica Cup of Pansies

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild Dahlia and Delpinium Vases

Mutske - Plant Palm Large

sim_man123 - Emerson Ficus Tree

Martassimsbook - novvvas Planties pt3 (Ficus Lyrata V1, Ficus Elastica, Monstera Deliciosa)

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild My Home Set (Hanging Pothos Plant)

ATS3 - Kitchen Herbs (Basil)

ArtVitalex - Mayorka Ceiling Spot Lamp

johziii - Irene Lamp

NynaeveDesign - Lyne Curtains (Curtains 1x1 Left, Curtains 1x1 Right, Curtains 2x1, Curtains 3x1, Rod)

ArtVitalex - Kalkgrund Mirror

Onyxium - Gibsonton Bed

Martassimsbook - Lorelea Floral Paintings

ArtVitalex - April Kitchen

ArtVitalex - Glen Mirror

Angela - Michelle Bedroom Mirror

ArtVitalex - Hampton Dining Chair

sweetdevil - More Planters (Prickly Planter)

sweetdevil - More Planters Part 3 (Fancy Box Planter)

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Mutske - Liatorp Palm in Basket

Angela - Simspiration Issue 01 Watering Can

ArtVitalex - Upland Bathroom Accessories (Toilet Brush, Soap Dispenser, Toothbrush and Paste)

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Martassimsbook - Pinkboxdesign Kitchen Clutter Set Dishsoap

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ATS3 - Ceramic Canisters

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ATS3 - Wall Rack IKEA Fintorp-like

ATS3 - Washing-up Wooden Dish Rack

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QoAct - Lina Cushion II

sim_man123 - Celea Lily Vase

ATS3 - School Notebooks

ATS3 - Parisian Bistro Chair 4

bioniczombie - Tom Berry Knife Block

Martassimsbook - Chicklet Modern Lenai Patio (Chair, Box Deco)

Martassimsbook - Marvell Breeze Collection Plant

PralineSims - Contemporary Carpet 22

PralineSims - Big Flokati III

PralineSims - Classic Carpet 3

(Optional) zoe22 - Flower Arranging Mod (Table Used)

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aliveinacoffin · 1 year

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Hating you as well

(And loving you so much more)

PT Uno, Part Two, Part Tres (you're HERE)

Part three of Hating you as well, where you and Aizawas feelings fester and grow now that Eri seems keen on pushing you two together

Tw!: Suggestive language, erm, i think thats it lmao

Fem!Reader, She/Her pronouns

The transition for Eri was an extremely strange one. First, it felt like living with a baby deer, no sudden movements and explicit information on what was going on. The knives had to be hidden, so as to not trigger Eri. You spent your lunch with her, and she was tossed around during the day, every free period a teacher had was spent with the girl.

It was one night a week into her living at the apartment that changed everything.

In your room, you and Aizawa separated your beds with a thick curtain, giving off a semblance of privacy. You had completely taken over the bathroom, makeup, your hair care, hair dryer, and other things cluttering the space up. You had also taken over the majority of his room, posters, papers and clothes littered the space. Still, you both slept in your separate beds, mostly avoiding each other in the room as much as possible.

Until Eri came into the room sniffling.

You both made a point to keep the door open, telling her she could come in at any time.

"H-hello?" She walked in, holding a stuffed cat, sniffing. You shot up out of bed, your bed giving you a perfect view of the door.

"Yes Eri?"

"Eri?" Aizawa got up, pulling back the curtain to look at her.

"Uhm…" She trailed off, standing still, she still wasn't used to voicing her opinions, afraid to ask for things.

"It's okay to use your big girl voice Eri, you're safe here." Aizawa crouched down, looking straight at her.

"Can I sleep with you? I had a nightmare." She looked down, tears gently pooling down her face. You sighed resting your head back onto your pillow.

"Of course." You heard shuffling, but it stopped. "Eri?" He asked, confused.

"Both of you, please?" That made you look up again, staring at the little girl. The hallway light made her look so fragile, and you looked up at Aizawa, who was just staring at you, dumbfounded, arms outstretched to her but frozen.

"Y-yeah, of course." Aizawa just stared, shocked.

"Thank you." Her voice was small, and immediately she went to your bed, and you shifted to the wall and allowed her to crawl in. She peeked over, looking at Aizawa. "Are you gonna join us?"

Aizawa just looked at you, but slowly crawled over. He tried to lay over the blankets, but Eri refused, forcing him to get under the blankets as well. She laid directly in the middle forcing you against the wall and Aizawa hanging over the edge. Her breathing slowed, and she fell into a restful sleep.

Your eyes drifted away from her and up to him, watching him watching you.

A small smirk crawled over your face, "This is inappropriate y'know." You whispered.

He shook his head, deadpanned. "This is for her."

Your smile dropped, as did your eyes. "I know."

"I-" He started, and he grabbed your attention. You watched him again, and he just sighed and rolled on his back. "Get some sleep, we have work tomorrow."

"Right."

When did things become so unfamiliar again?

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The weeks stretched on like that, you working Eri in any way you could, Aizawa keeping watch of her quirk, and her getting used to this new life. Every day you both were mandated to make a report out to the Hero Commission, warned that any sight of trouble she'd immediately be sent back to the hospital.

"Have you filled out the report yet?" Aizawa asked, stirring whatever was for dinner. You looked up at him through your pile of tests. Shaking your head.

"Not yet, I'm behind. I'm trying to catch up before I do." Eri was currently in her room, having a really hard day.

Aizawa sighed heavily. “You need to get it done before ten. Today.”

“I know. But I’m weeks behind on grading, I have time.” You scratched your head, normal pen in your head as you scratched off right and wrong answers.

“Do you? It’s a large report, even if you start now you’ll barely get it done before it’s done.” You turned back at him, silent anger washing into your body. Your eyes flashed to Eri’s open door, remembering to keep your voice down.

“Will you stay out? I’m a grown adult, I’m not your student.” You whispered, voice filled with venom.

“If we fail to even turn in one, the commission will take her away. Do you want her to deal with the added trauma of that?” He shot back, voice also a whisper.

“And I’ll fucking do it, Jesus Christ, if I fall any further behind Nedzu will reprimand me for it. I’m nearly a month behind.” You were now clutching the back of the couch, furiously whisper shouting at the man.

“Watch your mouth, you need to keep your language under control.”

That made you break. You snatched up your papers and got up, storming past him. Eri decided to walk out right at that moment and looked at you terrified. Your anger waned, and you smiled at her, getting down on her level.

“Hey babe, you feeling better?” You didn’t reach out to her, instead, you gave her space.

“Mhm…are you mad?” She tilted her chin down, looking scared all over again.

“No honey, now that I see you’re cute face, I’m all better.” You smiled brightly, hiding the touches of anger that were still left.

“But you were?” She prodded again.

“Yes, a little, but it was nothing you did. Between you and me,” You leaned forward, cupping one hand over your mouth. She stared at you, and you waved her closer. She did, rather hesitantly, and you whispered in her ear. “Mr. Aizawa is a big grumpypants.” Her eyes widened slightly at that, looking at said grumpypants. You leaned back, knees groaning at the movement. “And I just need a little break, like you do.” You nodded. “But I’m not mad anymore, and you did nothing wrong pretty girl.” You slightly booped her nose, standing straight up to disappear to your half of the room.

You quickly finished up the last of your appears, and sped through Eri's report. You opened the notes section, checking the time, it was nine-thirty, suck that Aizawa.

:Regressed today, and spent most of the day in her room. When we checked in on her, the sight of us in the doorway startled her, so we gave her space, calling for her from farther in the house so as to not upset her. Lost control for five seconds, but was quickly shut down by Aizawa, and soothed by me. Came out on her own for dinner.

You were still working when Aizawa crept back in the room, no words were exchanged between you two. When Eri came in for nightly cuddles, you worked at the foot of the bed, feeling two pairs of eyes watching you.

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The next morning was silent, Eri’s wide red eyes constantly bounced between you and Aizawa.

He was eating breakfast hunched over the kitchen counter, scrolling through the hero network, while you tiredly worked through your schoolwork on the table, barely touching your food.

“Are you two…mad at me?” She asked suddenly, breaking the tense silence.

That got both of your attention, both of you flying to her side.

“Of course not sweety, why would you say that?” You asked, rubbing her back in soothing motions.

“L-last night, yo-you didn’t sleep with us,” She looked at you, and guilt ate at you, she turned to Aizawa, “And you’re not eating breakfast with us.” She sniffled.

“Eri-”

“Honey-”

You both spoke over each other, and you looked up at Aizawa. Before when you had your spats you were able to just fight it out, now you had to sleep in the same bed and pretend everything was fine for the sake of Eri.

“We’re sorry, we never meant to make you worry.” Aizawa reassured. “We’re not mad at you at all, you did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, you’re okay, I promise. It’s just..adults are weird.” You settled on that, and Aizawa just looked at you. “We’re being silly, that’s all.”

“Promise?” She asked, holding her stuffed animal tighter.

“I pinky promise! The best promise there is.” You smiled, wiping away stray tears on her face. She gave a tiny smile, and leaned into your lap, resuming to eat. Aizawa made a move to get up, and she quickly looked at him. The man froze, and sat back down, now realizing you both were stuck here.

Mirio dropped by after breakfast, right on time as usual. He had Aizawa and you on speed dial, under specific instructions to call Aizawa first if anything went wrong, or felt like Eri could be in any type of trouble.

You both walked out, tense air in the elevator. Neither of you said anything, while the elevator dinged down, the silence stretching as you walked to your classrooms. You knew Aizawa would go to the teacher's lounge usually late to his own class anyway, whereas you were often early to yours.

On the walk to the school, he was the first to break the silence.

"Last night…" He started, hiding his face in his scarf. You looked at him, both of your eyebags apparent. It had been a hard month, the first few weeks both of you were working on making the home ready for Eri, and the last half you spent with said girl. But the violence around you and Aizawa grew, each of you taking your frustrations out on one another, but you couldn't say the things you needed to, fight it out like you used to.

"Yeah?" You started, somewhat hopeful you could start an emotional conversation, instead of just pretending like nothing was happening between you two.

Aizawa was lost for words for a moment, and you two stopped right in front of the doorway. His eyes were filled with conflicting emotions, but he settled on one, a familiar one.

"It can't happen again, you need to be there for Eri, as do I." That cold tone was back, the anger. Why did you expect anything different?

"Right, sure. See you at the house." You walked away, trying to fight off tears.

You left him there, regret filling his being. Because the truth was? He never had been angry with you, he was just always angry at himself, and you were always there.

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“I’m spending the night at Snipe's house.” You said over lunch, looking at the papers scattered around the table.

“What?” Aizawa snapped his head up at you, and Eri looked up at you with wide eyes.

“You-” Your eyes flashed to Eri, and the bitter response that rested on the tip of your tongue fizzled out and died. “I’m just going to spend the night a floor above us.” I’ll still be here.

“Why?” Aizawa held no effort to hold back his anger.

You shrugged, putting food in your mouth. “Just ‘cause.”

“No.”

“No? I wasn’t asking, I was telling you Aizawa.” Your voice was cold, and Eri looked terrified between you two.

“And I’m telling you, you can’t go.” His voice was as cold as yours, ice filled the room.

“Well, why not?” You decided to humor him, because why in the fuck did this man get to dictate your life?

“Because….Eri needs you here.” Because I need you here.

You took a deep breath, he didn’t get to use Eri like that. You turned to her, “What do you think sweet girl? Is it okay if I spend the night at another person's house?” Another man's house.

She was lost for words for a moment looking between you two. “Uhm, I-I-” Her breathing quickened, both of you rushing to her side. She clutched onto Aizawa’s black shirt, and you both realized you had placed her right in the middle of your fight.

“Oh sweetie I’m sorry, I’m sorry we upset you.” You kept your hands to yourself, looking up at her from her spot on the chair.

“It’s alright, we’re sorry hunny.” Aizawa mumbled from his spot, softly rubbing a hand on her head.

After a moment of you two just mumbling apologizes and praises, she calmed down enough to answer.

She nodded her head, looking at you through her wet eyelashes. “It’s…it’s okay.”

That shocked the both of you, you expected her to ask you to stay.

“A-are you sure? It’s okay if you say no, you’re opinion matters and I will listen to what you want.” You reassured, voice soft but firm to show you meant what you said.

“Absolutely, we won’t get mad, and you can voice your feelings.” Aizawa doubled down, still holding her.

“I-I’m sure, Mirio comes over and hangs out, and Mr. Snipe is nice. I’ll be okay.” Her voice was small, and she refused to make eye contact with you while she spoke, but her words made you melt. She wanted you to hang out with your friends as well.

“Okay, thank you babe.” You smiled, whispering. She weakly held her arms out, and you picked her up, wrapping her in a tight hug and spun. She squealed, but even when you stopped she held onto you. Looking over to Aizawa, you saw conflict behind his eyes. Good, dumbass.

Later, when you went back to your classes you texted to confirm things with Snipe.

Off Brand Cowboy 🤠🐎: Great, see you then ;)

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“Just call me if you need anything, alright?” You said, accepting the clothes that Eri handed you. She had insisted on helping you pack, even if you were just bringing over a backpack with your nightly routine, a charger, papers, and pajamas.

“Okay.” The little girl nodded. Over the month that she had escaped the terrible grips of Kai Chisaki, she had slowly but surely gotten better. Some days were hard for her, but she will have those days for the rest of her life. Maybe one day the image of the bird mask that haunted her will be nothing but a nightmare when she’s older, but for now, it was as if he still lived in the shadows. She was getting better at voicing her opinions, saying no when needed, and getting better at adjusting to normal life, of course, lunch was not a test of that. Arguing seemed to upset her in a muted way, and you questioned whether or not it was because she thought the anger would be turned to her. Her therapist seemed to think so, asking you two to keep your words kind and positive. Show her what healthy and normal relationships look like. You’d have to make it up to her later.

You stopped shoving things in the black backpack, you looked up at her, softly grabbing her hand.

“I’m being serious, if you just want cuddles, just call me and I’ll be right there.” You made unbroken eye contact with her, while she stared back.

“Promise?” She asked, voice a whisper.

You smiled, and stood up straight.

“Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” You put your hand on your heart, then spread your arms out like wings, and finished off the phrase by sticking your palm flat on your eye. You decided to rip the phrase off My Little Pony, agreeing with Aizawa that the real phrase was too dark for Eri. She gave a small, closed-mouth smile, and jumped up to give you a hug. You laughed, holding her tightly. She pulled her head back and looked at you.

“Thank you, Ms. I’ll be okay.” She sounded so confident, like she was willing herself to be okay for you.

“Okay, sweet girl.” You put her down and zipped up your back. Slinging it over your shoulder you walked out of the room, with little Eri hot on your heels. You picked up your laptop on your way out, but you stopped at the doorway. Eri right behind you, and Aizawa leaning at the end of the entryway. You crouched down again, holding her tight.

“It’s just for one night, and I’ll be right upstairs, alright.” She nodded in your grasp. “And you can call me whenever you want, okay?” Another nod. You pulled back and pressed your forehead on hers. “Early goodnight, alright?”

“Goodnight.” She hugged you again, and you stood up, staring at Aizawa.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret in the morning.” Since lunch, he had been icy with you, hardly responding to texts, and if he did, they were short and dry. And when you both got home he acted as if you were a ghost, walking past you without even a passing glance. “And remember to fill out the report.”

“Thanks.” You looked down again, smiling while you ruffled her hair, mindful of her horn. “I’ll be back.” You left them standing in the same spot, closing the door quietly on them. The ride up was short, obviously, and you knocked on Snipe’s door. He opened it, wearing nothing but a tight grey tank top and short basketball shorts.

“Hope the ride up wasn’t too bad.” He joked, letting you pass.

“Oh, it was awful.” You sighed, throwing your backpack on the floor, and basically threw your laptop on his table. You flopped on his couch, sighing heavily while lying on your face. He let out a loud laugh, warm and inviting. He sat down beside your head, throwing his arm over the couch while he clicked the TV on.

“Wanna watch something? The new Batman movie came out a while back, and I haven’t found the time to watch it.” You looked up at him, chin resting on the couch.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” You sighed, getting up to grab your backpack and laptop. “I’ve got work to do.” You popped your fingers, putting your hair up to get started.

“Now? It’s eight, and I thought you managed to get all your missing assignments done?” Snipe asked curiously, looking over at you.

“I did, it’s just one more thing I gotta do.” You shrugged, it usually takes an hour or two to fill out Eri's reports, having to write down every person she came into contact with, what she ate, how you dealt and interacted with her throughout the day, etc. Just loads of little things that you had to be hyper-specific about.

“Oh, alright.” He shrugged, putting on the movie anyway.

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You finished the report and had a light dinner with the man on the couch. Now you two were just sitting, watching a random comedy he had chosen. There was some space between you, enough for it to be respectable but not enough for it to be totally friendly. You were completely entrapped by the movie, smiling at whatever funny bit came on.

But Snipe wasn’t.

Unknowing to you, he was calculating the best way to make a move on you.

He decided to fully rest his arm on you, sliding it down from the back of the couch to your shoulders. You looked over at him but said nothing about his movements. He took that as a way for him to keep going, hand slowly sliding down your arm to rest at your hip, squeezing at the fat there. You fully looked over at him, making unbreaking eye contact with the dark man, his own watching you. Snipe slowly leaned over, getting in your face, coming to brush noses with you. You made no move to stop him, but you didn’t lean into him either. His lips brushed against yours, both of his hands coming to rest on your hips. Your hands went to his large chest, he was warm, sure, but it was wrong. Not the kind to keep you warm during a snow day, or the kind to hold you during rainy nights, he was just warm.

Snipe sighed, head flopping down to your chest.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, confused by his sudden sound of defeat.

He looked up at you, a bittersweet smile on his lips. “Why’d you come over?”

You shrugged, slightly shaking your head as you tried to format a response. “I just needed a break, Aizawa-” You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly as you said his name.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?’” Snipe cut you off, completely catching you off guard.

“What?” You were frozen on the spot, all emotions you had were replaced by the feeling of what.

“Every time you talk about him, no matter how mad you are, you always smile. You find a way to bring him into every conversation like he’s the only thing on your mind, and no one just agrees to watch over a child with someone they don’t love. Even now, you were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Snipe sat up, letting go to rest his elbow on the couch, tilting his head and setting in on his fist. You were frozen to the spot, lost for words while you processed his.

Was that true? Even if he did piss you off, you did feel yourself smiling slightly with his name on your tongue, and it was hard not to talk about him when he just ticked you off every day. Rasing Eri was just a given, she needed more than just one support system to help her. There was no way…was there?

“I…I don’t know.” You whispered because you didn’t. Or maybe…

“You do, you just don’t want to.” He sighed, getting up. You scrambled to look over the couch, watching him with worried eyes as he opened his closet.

“I’m sorry.” He came back holding a thick blanket.

“There’s no need. I’m gonna head to bed, alright?” Snipe turned around, putting his dreads up in a ponytail.

“Alright.” He turned off the lights, leaving only the TV light on. You sat, stumped over what he had said. You couldn’t fall asleep that night, feeling too cold and lonely to do so comfortably. And horrifyingly you realized, you missed him.

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Somewhere downstairs…

“Eri, it’s alright, your okay.” Aizawa’s eyes burned, trying and failing to soothe the crying girl. She was ignoring him as she sobbed pitifully.

Earlier after dinner, she had tried to help with cleaning the dishes, but she had dropped his favorite mug and had burst into tears when had cried out. That took forever to calm her down, as he wasn’t usually the one to comfort her over things like this. Then, when it was time for a bath, she wanted to do it by herself, which he respected. He waited and waited, and waited for her to come out, but after thirty minutes of pure silence, he politely asked to come in. When he got permission to do so, Aizawa found bubbles absolutely everywhere, overflowing the tub. Eri was dumping a whole bottle of conditioner on her head, and when Aizawa sternly told her no, she panicked and dropped it on her head, splattering it everywhere. That mess took two hours to clean up, having to calm her down and fix the bathroom up. Getting her to bed was another issue, she didn’t want to wear any of the pajamas, they were either too pink or too long, and some were too short, or not enough pink.

In times like these he was somewhat glad she was able to act like a fussy six-year-old, but it also reminded him he didn’t have the patience or energy to do so.

She was practically falling asleep when she walked out of her room, eyes drooping while she stumbled around. Finally, finally, she fell asleep, far past her bedtime. Still, even if he was just so tired, he couldn’t fall asleep. He had exhausted his quirk, his body ached with years of use, and he himself was just exhausted. But he couldn’t just close his damned eyes, couldn’t rest his mind fully.

Aizawa felt guilty for earlier, not just because he had upset Eri over lunch, but because he had upset you. He didn’t mean to say no to you, but the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, just like always. Aizawa knew Snipe's intentions with you were less than pure, and whenever he saw you two talking he couldn’t help the flame of anger that rose in his chest, that feeling of jealousy. It made him embarrassed and scared because he never gave a fuck about the sex lives, or even just the regular lives of others, but when it came to you, he just couldn’t help it. The whole night he had tried to emulate what you could do, but he otherwise failed or did it too awkwardly, unable to replicate your soothing motions and kind voice. Eri had also refused to sleep in his bed, instead, she made them sleep in yours. It only made his heart ache more, as he stared at the empty spot where you would be.

Aizawa accepted the fact that he missed you, and that he needed you by his side.

But he had known that this whole time, he was just so afraid that you’d get tired of him, fed up with him, or maybe that he’d lose you. Aizawa Shouta was no stranger to loss, but he knew, deep inside him, that if he ever lost you, it would be his last straw.

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The next morning was slightly awkward with you and Snipe, but not unbearably so. Something that would pass in a day or two. For now, you made small talk.

“You excited about the school festival?” Snipe asked over breakfast, drinking a Red Bull. This was wrong, the smell of coffee and dark clothes were missing.

“School festival? What the hell is that?” It felt nice to curse again.

“You don’t know? It’s like the sports festival but for the rest of the school.” He snorted, eating a banana. That was also wrong, you didn’t hear the ding of toast or the sizzling of eggs.

“Oh, so what do they do?” You questioned, still slightly confused.

“Whatever they want, the hero commission is sticking their dirty noses in it, so whatever event the kids wanna do have to be approved, but mostly whatever.” He wiped his hands, leaving dirty crumbs all over the floor.

“I guess I must’ve missed all that talk, I’ve been busy with Eri lately.” You shrugged, getting up to pack your stuff.

“Yeah, it’s coming up pretty soon. Maybe you should take her?” Snipe suggested, walking you out. You were by the door, putting your shoes back on while he held it open for you.

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea!” You nodded. “Well, thanks for letting me stay the night. And…sorry about all of that.” You looked away, embarrassed. He waved his hand in dismissal.

“No hard feelings, just do everyone a favor and get together already. You two are all anyone talks about.”

“Wait what?-” Your eyes widened, mouth dropping in horror.

“Okay, thanks m’byeee!” He cut you off, shoving you out the door before you could get another word out. You stared blinking at the elevator, unmoving.

“Stop gossiping about us!” You shouted out loud, to no one in particular.

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When you came back home, Eri immediately hugged you, her grip was tight.

“Woah pretty girl, is everything alright?” Worry filled you, but she just shook her head.

“I missed you!” Her yell was muffled, still holding onto your legs.

You laughed, bending down to fully hug her back. She turned her head to you, whispering in your ear.

“And so did Mr. Aizawa.” Your eyes widened at that, and your eyes flashed to said man. His eyes widened, flustered that he was caught staring at you two. And he had been smiling. He turned around, ears red.

You turned back to Eri, a light blush scattering your face. “How do you know?” You whispered back.

“He had a hard time without you, and he couldn’t sleep.” She admitted, eyes wide.

“He did?” She nodded dutifully like she was telling you the biggest secret in the world. It honestly felt like it, knowing the kind of man Aizawa was. “I guess I’ll have to have to stay with you guys, huh?”

“Yes!” She jumped up, sitting down on the table to continue whatever she had been doing. You stood at the entryway for a moment, and Aizawa seemed to be really invested in making sure the dishes were extra clean.

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“Aizawa-”

“Hey-”

Both you and Aizawa started at the same time, cutting each other off. You laughed, and he just smiled.

“You go first.” You egged him on, watching his face disappear in his scarf.

“I’m..sorry. For putting so much pressure on you. I know all of this hasn’t been easy, and I haven’t been the most… cooperative to be with. So I apologize.” He looked forward, not making eye contact with you.

“It’s alright, I know it’s been hard on all of us. Just don’t shut me out.” That made him look at you, and he stopped. You stopped with him, standing in the middle of the courtyard. “You said we would do this together, and I can’t do it if you shut me out. You don’t have to hide from me.” Your words were true, your voice full of that softness that made Aizawa’s strong will melt away.

“I’ll try. I promise I’ll try. I can’t do this without you, and if I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I’d want to.”

This was that familiarity you craved. Soft words that meant so much, admissions of feelings without actually outright saying what they meant. Now you couldn’t just fight out your feelings, you had to talk about them. For Eri, for each other. It was new and heart racing, it made your hands clammy and it made Aizawa soft inside. How long could you two go before one of you broke down and confessed?

Who knows, and for now it didn’t matter. All that mattered was being better for Eri. Even if that wasn’t the whole truth.

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The week flew by, and both you and Aizawa were in a better mood. The distance between all of you when sleeping grew shorter and shorter, until it came to a point when all of you just held each other. Aizawa’s arm stretched too far, wrapping around your waist while he held Eri. Yours did as well, rubbing his back to soothe away the stresses of the day. Breakfasts’ were far too friendly too, he sat maybe a little closer than he should to you, and you ate food off his plate far too much. Even lunches and breaks you spent together, legs brushing together while you ranted about whatever his students got up to, and he would listen closely, laughing quietly at their antics.

Hizashi leaned over to Nemuri, the pair watching you two closely.

“You think they finally got together?” He asked, actually managing to keep his voice down.

She watched you both for a minute, pursing her lips. “Nah, not yet. Give it more time.” She shook her head, tapping three fingers on her mouth.

“How much more?” The blonde groaned, throwing his head back.

“Pshh, three/four months?” Nemuri tilted her head side to side, unsure herself.

You burst out laughing at something Aizawa said, that look of adoration filled Aizawa's eyes.

“Nah, make it two.”

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The day of the festival finally arrived, and you were frazzled. Trying to find just the right outfit for Eri, while also trying to pick an outfit for yourself. Should she wear shorts? No, it's too cold for her. Pants? No she doesn't like them. Leggings? Too thin, unless she wants those thick ones, why didn't you buy the thick ones?!

"Ms. Can I wear this dress?" Eri was holding up an adorable red dress, with a white collar and frilly sleeves.

"You sure? It's kinda chilly out." You rubbed your arms to emphasize that, she nodded, determined.

"Mhm! I'll wear leg warmers and ear muffs!"

"Well, maybe it's not cold enough for ear muffs, but let's get you some leg warmers, alright?" You turned around to shuffle in her dresser, trying to find that specific white pair you bought a while back.

Aizawa walked in, holding a puke green sweater.

"Eri, why don't you wear this to the festival?" He held up the sweater, an ugly cat with bright pink lettering on the front. Both of you just stared at him.

"Uhm, I would but Ms. already picked an outfit for me." She pointed at you going through her drawer, red dress on your arm and leg warmers in your hand. That little shit.

Aizawa looked over to you, still holding up the jacket.

"Why doesn't she wear this instead? Or she could wear the sweater over it?" He offered, very adamant she wears the damn thing.

You grimaced, a painful smile growing on your face.

"No offense, but that's the ugliest sweater I've ever seen. So no." You shook your head, and you watched him deflate a little.

"I thought it was cute." He mumbled, holding it close to his chest while he walked out.

"Mr. Zawa, don't be sad!" Eri chased after him, arms flailing as she ran to him. You smiled and rolled your eyes, he's such a drama queen.

"Eri, come one you have to get ready honey!" You called out after picking everything you needed for her to wear. Walking out to the living room, she was rubbing his back while he stared at the jacket.

"Even Hizashi called it ugly, but I thought the kitty was cute." Aizawa was resting his head between interlocked hands, staring at the same sweater like it was a child he lost so long ago. A deep sadness in his eyes.

"And it is cute, I just uhm, don't wanna wear it right now. Maybe in one hour, but not now." Eri reassured, more just patting his back now. In Eri speak, one hour meant never, little brain too young to comprehend what one hour actually meant. Time was a fickle thing, something that escaped us so easily, and a concept to abstract for the pure mind of a child.

But for now, you just rolled your eyes. There's no way he thought that was cute.

"Eri sweetheart, you need to get dressed. We have to leave in an hour and none of us are even in clothes." You called out again, voice soft but stern. Her red eyes lifted, and she turned around.

"Okay! Wait for me please!" She asked, taking all the clothes out from your hands. She rushed to the bedroom, as if the moment she left as would you two.

Now that she was gone, you sat at the table with the brooding man, who was still just staring at the piece of clothing.

"Is it really that ugly?" He wasn't looking at you, and he couldn't see your very annoyed face.

"Yes, yes it is. But, you tried, and that's all that matters." You grabbed his forearm and squeezed. "Now we also need to get dressed, because you take forever to get ready."

That made him look at you, an annoyed look on his face.

"No I do not. You do, picking out an outfit takes an hour alone." He pointed to you.

"What?! Nuh uh, you fall asleep halfway putting your clothes on, and it takes you forever to wake back up!" You argued back, sitting up straight to point an accusing finger at him.

"I'm actually a very light sleeper, I just willfully ignore you." He admitted, face devoid of any shame or regret.

"You dick!" You smiled, pushing his shoulder. "I thought you slept like the dead. Instead, you just look dead." You teased, no bite in your tone.

"Ha ha, don't act like you don't find me attractive." Aizawa quipped back, dark eyes staring at you. That made you sputter, face heating up in a blush.

"Shut up!"

"Good response." He chuckled, and you both turned back into the hallway. Eri looked at you two, then looked in between you. You both followed her eyesight, and froze when you both realized you were holding hands. You hadn't even noticed it, you must've missed the feeling of his thumb running across your knuckles, and he missed your hand enveloped in his. You both immediately pulled away, standing up.

"I've got to go get ready-" You started, pointing to the bedroom.

"Yes, I should get dressed-" He shuffled, looking everywhere but you.

"Yup! Let's…get dressed!" Your voice was a bit higher than normal. You both stood there staring at each other, before you both bolted to your shared bedroom.

Eri stood there, before she walked up to the table and grabbed your phone. Unlocking it easily, she went to the secret group chat she had with your other teachers, spilling the tea willingly.

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"I swear to God Aizawa, I'll punt your kid." You growled, holding Eri's hand while you walked through the crowd of students and parents. Eri was too fascinated by everything around her to care what you two were talking about.

"I know, I apologize for his behavior. He's not usually this abhorrent." He sighed, free hand coming up to pinch his nose.

"From what I heard, that was tame." You looked over to him, giving him a look. He sighed and shook his head. Aizawa looked up again, making direct eye contact with a tired purple-haired boy.

"Let's go this way, I'd like to introduce you two to someone." He nodded his head in the direction of the student, and you looked at the grown man wearily.

"This is Hitoshi Shinso, a student from the general course." Said boy bowed respectfully, body stiff and uncomfortable.

"Hello Shinso, it's nice to meet you." You bowed your head, looking around the rather bland stall. They were serving candy apples, nothing more and nothing less.

"It's nice to finally meet you." He said, tired eyes looking between all of you. That stopped you, and you made a confused face.

"'Finally meet me?' What does that mean?" Eri wiggled out of yours and Aizawa's hands, shyly going forward to ask one of the students working at the stall for a taste. Aizawa stood still, eyes going wide.

"Well, Aizawa-sensei talks about you frequently-" The purple-haired boy looked confused for a moment, looking between you and the slightly panicking man.

"Because we used to spar together. Shinso wants to join the hero course, so I've been training him since the sports festival." Aizawa cut him off, looking at him to shut the fuck up.

"Oh, I kinda wondered where you were sometimes. Makes sense." You shrugged, brushing off the weird behavior. You looked back at the boy, giving him a smile. "I hope you make it, if Aizawa takes the time out of his day to help you out, I'm sure you've got talent."

That made his droopy eyes widen a little, seemingly caught off guard by the compliment. He flustered, bowing again.

"I'll try my best."

"I love these! Mr. Zawa! Ms.! Mr. Shinso, you have to try it!" Eri came bounding back to you three, holding up a bitten into candy apple and shoving it in your directions. Aizawa and Shinso looked disgusted, but you bent down to take a bite, humming happily.

"Mmm, tasty!" You smiled, and she beamed. Aizawa seemed hesitant, but the look on her face melted away his will. He took his turn, taking a small bite on an untouched place on the sweet. He hummed as well, his small smile a little bit more forced than yours. He was never a man for sweets.

Shinso just stood on the spot, looking between you with a look that said you can't be serious. You motioned for him to take a bite.

"It's really good." You egged, trying to at least get him to try. He grimaced but leaned down to take the world's smallest bite. He smiled shakily.

"Mmm, so good." He covered his mouth while he chewed, trying to hide his pure disgust. It's not that he didn't like sweets, but asking him to share food with two grown adults and a sticky child? His worst nightmare, honestly.

Eri just smiled, so happy she found something she enjoyed all by herself, and of her own free will. She grabbed your hand, eating it happily while looking for something else to do.

"It was nice to meet you Shinso." You nodded, but Eri got your attention once more.

"They're serving ice cream, can we get some? Please?" She was already tugging you away, and you waved goodbye.

"I'll be right there." Aizawa waved goodbye, sticking around his protégé's stall.

"She's just as you described her." Shinso admitted, unwillingly swallowing his bite. There was no malice in his tone, in fact, there was a tone of wonder. He wished he could have someone like you in his life.

"Yeah." Aizawa smiled softly, watching you eat the ice cream with Eri. His will to keep you away at arm's length slipped away by the second, because to do so pained him, made him realize how lonely he'd been without you. "She is."

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"The show's gonna start soon." You reminded Aizawa, who was trying not to itch away his kitty face painting. You ignored your dog face paint.

"C'mon Mr. Zawa! I wanna see Deku and his classmates!" Eri was pulling you two by the sleeves, her dragon face screwed up with the effort.

"I'm-hold on you two." He grunted, pulling his lips in and making a somewhat apologetic face at the Gen Ed student, who was busy drawing a caricature of the three of you. "I'm sorry, they're animals."

They chuckled nervously, painting the final touches to their drawing. They handed the drawing over, and Aizawa allowed himself to be pulled away.

"Don't either of you even want to see it?" He asked, a little surprised that you two didn't even take a peak.

"No! We're gonna miss the opening!" You huffed, and Eri agreed. He sighed but followed your lead.

You entered the main building, where he could see his students preparing to go on stage, Hizashi joined them from the back, skipping his patrol to watch his beloved students as well. Eri had climbed up on your shoulders, bouncing happily while she searched for Midoriya.

"What'cha got there dude?" He pointed a finger to the rolled-up paper, Aizawa just threw it to his chest, too focused on his kids to care what he said. Hizashi opened it up, giggling when he saw the drawing. The student had made you and Aizawa a couple, you kissing his cheek while he looked grumpily at Eri, who was staring at both of you with gigantic eyes. It was cute, and Hizashi snapped a quick picture before handing it back.

But Aizawa wasn't looking at him, or the students. He was looking at you two. Pure adoration filled his eyes, a real genuine smile on his face.

Yeah, give them a month.

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"Are you sure?" You looked over Eri with worry, holding the thick weighted blanket over her.

She nodded again. "I had a good day! I'm supposed to be a big girl, I can sleep by myself."

"Okay, we'll leave all the doors open if you have a nightmare, alright?"

"Okay, and will you read me a story, and leave my nightlight on?"

"Yes, of course." Aizawa nodded from the foot of the bed, already having a book out.

"Okay, taco or burrito?" You asked, looking at her mischievously. She gave you a confused look, mulling it over for a moment.

"Burrito?" She looked unsure, but otherwise trusting.

"Alright, first I laid down the tortilla." You flattened the sheets around her, then flattened her. She giggled when you went over her face. "Then I gotta put down some rice." You tickled her sides, and she squirmed, squealing. "Then I gotta put in meat." You grabbed all her favorite stuffed animals, putting them by her side. "And some lettuce." You gently brushed a finger using up motions on her nose, watching her eyes fluttering with the soft movement. "And I would put beans but I don't like beans, yucky." You made a face. "Then I gotta wrap it all up." You tucked her into the blanket tight, but not too tight. Picking her up slightly to get it under her. "Story?"

"Yes please." She whispered tiredly, eyes half closed. Aizawa scooted up, coming over to lay on the side by the wall, opposite of you. He opened the book, new spine cracking.

"Once there was a fluffy bunny…."

She fell asleep halfway through, her soft little snores filling the room. You both slowly crawled out of bed, and you made sure to plug in her star night light. You got up slowly, trying to creep backward before you tripped over a loose toy. You flailed back, but strong arms caught you before you could fall. You both sighed in relief and continued your crawl outside.

You left her bedroom door open and yours, both of you slipping out of normal clothes and putting on pajamas. You both did your nightly routine, you brushed your teeth together tiredly, washed your faces together, you made him start to do skin care and other menial things. When you both separated, mumbling goodnight, you shut the lights off.

There was silence, not a sound from the outside world disturbed the two of you. But you couldn't just fall asleep.

"...Aizawa?" You whispered very very quietly, if he was asleep it'd be too quiet for him to hear, but if he was awake….

"...yeah?" His voice was quiet as well. So he was awake.

"Can't sleep?" You looked over to his side of the room, your view blocked by the hideous blue curtain.

"No."

There was a beat of silence, and you mulled over your words. In the same quiet voice you used the first time, just in case he denied you could pretend it never happened.

"...do you wanna cuddle?"

Another pause.

"...yeah." You slowly got out of bed, and padded to his side of the room. Without a word, he scooted over, lifting the sheets for you to crawl under.

There was space between you two, you stared at him with wide eyes and he stared at you with red ears. You scooted closer, and he lifted his arm, inviting you in. Without a word, you scooted under his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. In turn, he tucked your head under his chin, holding your back tightly, rubbing small circles into your back.

His heartbeat was fast and erratic, and his fast breathing betrayed his cool face. But you just closed your eyes, focusing on his heart. The heart that unknowingly belonged to you, and only you.

You both fell asleep like that, Eri hadn't come in to disturb you two. Neither of you had shifted away from each other in the morning, basking in each other's warmth knowing full well the other was awake.

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The next month flew by, and Eri grew more confident in herself, sleeping more often than not by herself. The commission still demanded daily reports, but there wasn't much to report.

Both you and Aizawa continued with your unspoken closeness, sleeping I'm his bed and doing your daily routine together.

When Endeavor had that big fight with the Nomu, you all went over to support Shoto, watching the fight with him. And for once in the few months that you had known the boy, he was terrified. All of you ignored the tears that he spilled. Regretting what you had said in the comfort of your own home during the billboard charts.

"Is Shoto going to be okay?" Eri asked later that day in the comfort in your arms. Your head was leaning against Aizawa's chest, his steady breathing comforted you.

"Yeah, he'll be alright, he's strong." You rubbed her head, mindful of her steadily growing horn. You and Aizawa decided you would wait until asking her to practice her quirk. Maybe someday in the future, she could help Togata?

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"So they finally got their hero license?" You teased, sipping a cup of hot cocoa. Little marshmallows in your cup. Eri happily sipped at hers, getting the drink all over her face.

"Yes, and less than an hour later they used it. They're going to drive me into an early grave." He chuckled.

"Well, did they do a good job?" You asked, wiping at Eri's face. She squirmed, trying to pull her head away from you.

"Sure, but they made a he-ck of a mess. Plus, we had to teach them how to act in interviews." Eri eyed him pointedly when she heard a curse on his lips, and Aizawa quickly corrected himself. He didn't have any change on him to put in the swear jar.

You laughed, almost spitting out the liquid in your mouth. "I saw the interview! God, they're such problem children!"

He shook his head. "Don't even get me started on the number of times I told Bakugo that using excessive force, even on a villain, is illegal."

"Ahh, you love them." You waved him off, and he pushed himself off the kitchen counter, sitting beside you.

"Eh, love's a strong word." He shook his hand in a so-so motion but didn't deny it.

"Loser." You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder, wearing that black sweater from so long ago.

"Yeah, whatever." He leaned his head on yours, enjoying the sound of Eri coloring and your soft breathing. Enjoying the domesticity of it all. One could get used to it.

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The air continued to get colder, your clothes got thicker, and even earmuffs were pulled out. Your little found family decided to take a day out, trying to get your minds off the fact the kids were out on work studies again, and the foreboding feeling that came from the meeting that morning. Feeling absolutely helpless at the slow destruction of the world around you. The muttering of a traitor still made your skin crawl. Eri hummed happily between you two, excited to go out and eat ramen. Her little kitty earmuffs bouncing with her.

"She seems happy." Aizawa chuckled, wrapped in a normal scarf for once. He donned on a thick gray sweater, a black turtleneck underneath. You were wearing the black sweater again, copying his style and you wore a white turtleneck, but no scarf. You held onto Eri's hands with stylish black gloves, while she wore thick white ones.

"Yeah, she gets to spend time with her Zawa, she misses you." You looked up at him, watching guilt flood him. Aizawa let out a sigh, holding onto her hand a little tighter.

"I know, but you know how it is." He sighed, looking down. Your own body ached, the dim mornings made it a little harder for you to fight as you normally would, but thanks to Aizawa's training your patrols weren't as difficult as they used to be.

"Yeah, I think she just missed both of us. But, I've missed you too. Your bed's so cold without you." You admitted, face growing red now, not only because of the cold. He looked back at you, eyebrows pointing up.

"Me too, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, just promise me one thing?" You asked, swallowing down tears.

"Of course." Aizawa hates making promises. At any moment he could break them, such menial words that meant nothing at the end of the day. But for you? He'd give the world.

"Come back home alive. I can't do this without you." Your breath puffed, all three of you had come to a stop at a crosswalk. Your hair moved slightly in the chill air, the dewy morning made your eyes sparkle. How could he say no?

"I promise." And there was no trace of doubt in his voice. Because for you? He would, he had too.

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Christmas arrived sooner than you thought, and the whole of UA was decked out with the holiday decorations. The incident at Deka was forgotten for a moment of peace. You and Aizawa woke up to Eri jumping up and down on the bed, already adorned with a Santa hat.

"Wake up! Santa came by, Santa came by!" She yelled happily, fists pumping up and down in joy.

"Hohohoho!" A loud, high-pitched voice laughed from your living room. Aizawa groaned, shoving his face back in your hair. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up to smile at her. Aizawa groaned, his eyes burned more than usual today, usually, he'd spend the morning while you rubbed his eyes with your soft fingers, but Eri was absolutely determined to get up and open her presents.

"Alright, we're coming." You laughed softly, getting up. Eri ran out, jumping up and down in front of Santa who was definitely not Hizashi.

"Hey, you two!" He yelled, holding a large sack.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" She yelled, holding up a present while jumping from foot to foot.

"Eri, it's Merry Christmas." Aizawa shook his head, squatting down to inspect the present, still only wearing pajama shorts.

"Oh Aizawa, it's whatever holiday she wants." You gushed.

That was the mood of your morning, watching and recording Eri open her presents. Happily watching her squeal over cars and coloring books and tea sets, she then found a small table for tea parties for her. You passed along presents for Hizashi, and he passed presents for you two from the other staff members. You happily got photo albums from the year so far, and other tokens of interest. Aizawa's presents mostly consisted of cat things or things related to coffee, which he was more than happy to accept.

"Well, I'll be off! See you later!" Hizashi saluted you away, leaving the front door.

"Bye Santa!" Eri cheered, now trying to read 'Goodnight Moon.' "When are we gonna see class A?" She turned to you two snuggled up on the couch, still so excited. A distant memory popped into her head, one of her own parents snuggled up on the couch.

"Later sweetheart, after school." You promised, Aizawa nodded along with you.

She pouted. "But that's so far away." She looked down, tears pooling in her eyes.

"Eri don't be upset, it'll come sooner than you think." Aizawa reassured, motioning for her to join your little cuddle.

You spent the rest of the short morning like that, unwillingly getting ready for the day.

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"Aizawa she looks so happy, don't take it away from her." Your arms were interlocked, one hand resting on his forearm. While he was embarrassed by having you show so much PDA, in front of his own students no less, but he allowed it. Who knows how long it will last?

"It's twice the size of her. Where is she going to keep a gigantic sword?" He sounded exasperated, holding an Easter egg that Eri gave him, God knows where she got them from.

"In her roooom. C'mon, I can already tell you're going to let her keep it." You pouted, a knowing smirk on your face. The man sighed because he knew you were right, the instant she smiled he knew it was already going to come home. Aizawa saw her nodding off by Bakugo's side, while he held her shoulders so she didn't slip off the couch.

"Ope, looks like it's bedtime." You sighed, escaping his grasp. Mentally he whined at the loss of contact, but on the outside, he just nodded. "Eri?" You called out to the little girl, getting some of the students' attention.

"Take her, she's falling asleep in my lap." The blonde hissed, but he didn't actually sound mad, and he was keeping his voice down.

"'Mnot tired." She whined, wiping her eyes.

"It's still late, we should get home." Aizawa scooped her up, supporting her head in his shoulder.

"Goodnight everyone! Work hard on your hero studies and don't stay up too late!" You waved them goodbye, voice merry.

After you left, they all stared at each other.

"I told you they were dating!" Kaminari cheered, collecting money from the other students he made bets with.

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Eri went to bed easy that night, falling asleep barely halfway into her bedtime story. It was only seven, so you got ready in another outfit. You dressed in a sweater dress with thermal leggings and thick, tall fuzzy boots. Aizawa watched you, putting on a simple black turtleneck, much to his own disapproval.

"Those are tacky, seriously?" He motioned to the tan shoes, pointing at the twin puff balls on each shoe. You stood up, getting an added height boost thanks to the boots.

"Says you. You were just gonna go to a bar in your hero outfit. Aren't you concerned someone might recognize you fraternizing with like, twenty other drunks?" You argued back, arms crossed on your chest, one hop to the side. Your hair, freshly cleaned and full of products to make it shiny and voluminous, bounced around your shaking head. Aizawa stared at you for a moment, glad his hair was down, ears absolutely burning.

"Better than your tacky shoes." He mumbled, grabbing your shoulder bag. "Let's go, I don't want to be there longer than we should. I want to start my winter break as soon as possible."

You accepted the bag, sliding it around you. Mirio greeted you from the living room, along with Amijiki and Hado. They were watching Christmas movies on the couch. How fitting.

"Just call us if anything goes wrong, we won't be too far away." Aizawa nodded, standing by your side.

"Or if it's too much, or even if you just want to go home, give us a call." You reassured the trio, but Hado had already gotten up to shoo you two out the door. "Seriously, it's no big deal. If you-"

"We'll be fine! Have fun on your date!" The blue-haired girl closed and locked the door behind you, leaving you stunned.

You two just stood there for a moment, before you decided to speak up.

"Does it count as a date if you're out with your coworkers?" You laughed, heading to the elevator.

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“Woohoo! Another round, let’s go!” Hizashi’s loud voice boomed in the shabby bar, face absolutely flushed as he hung onto Nemuri and Aizawa. The woman steadily agreed, but Aizawa was too out of it to notice, instead, he patted the loud blonde's chest.

“You’re a good man Hizashi, I don’t say it enough, but you really are. You’ve been my friend since the very beginning, and you’ve always looked out for me.” Aizawa’s words moved you, even if his eyes weren’t directly on Hizashi, they were on the golden cat in front of them, but no one said anything, it still made your eyes water.

“Oh, Aizawa, you’re such a sweetheart. I knew you had a big heart under all of there.” You leaned forward, pressing his head into your chest. He brought up a hand to your back, pressing you further into him.

“And you, you’re the second person I’ve realized I was in love with, but I’m so scared that I’ll lose you that I try to push you away. But just like you, you always come back to me. I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” He mumbled, holding you tightly while tears pricked his eyes. His words, his admission of feelings made you sob. Loudly.

“I love you too! But I feel like one day you’ll just wake up and hate me, o-or you’ll slowly just get fed up with me.” You hiccuped and sobbed, rounds and rounds of shots catching up to you. Between you, Aizawa, Nemuri, Hizashi, Snipe, and Anan, you were on your third bottle of vodka, not counting all the side drinks and shots all of you ordered.

The waiter came up to your table, absolutely pissed off. “No, I’m cutting all of you off. It’s twelve in the morning, all of you need to get out!” She yowled, cat ears and tail pointing straight up.

“Oh cmon, we’r not even thaaat dr’nk! Watch me.” Snipe slurred, stumbling up and almost tripping over his own feet. He attempted to walk in a straight line, egged on by Sejikiro and Ken. When he ultimately fell over, Ryo howled with laughter, literally.

“All of you need to get out before I call the police! And ban you all!” That got you all moving up, getting banned from the only cheap shit in the hole bar closest to UA? Yeah no.

You, Nemuri, and Hizashi all stumbled out together, holding each other to try and fight off the freezing night air.

“Goddd, did anyone get what those two said on camera?” Nemuri giggled, putting her head in her hands.

“Dammit!” Hizashi yelled, Aizawa instantly activating his quirk.

“Don’t yell, you’re being too loud.” You whined, tears gathering in your puffy eyes again.

“Aizawa isn’t going to remember a thing, and neither is she.” Hizashi groaned, almost falling in the road. The school was only a few feet ahead, but that seemed like miles to your intoxicated bodies and drunk minds.

“You two, have to remember that.” Nemuri laughed, obviously a happy drunk.

“They’re not going to!” Hizashi yelled again, an angry drunk.

“No, you all know how much you mean to me, do I have to say it again.” Aizawa slurred out, an honest drunk.

“No, I don’t, you have to tell me.” You sobbed, a sad drunk.

“Shut up! We’re here, we have to be quieeet.” Angry drunk whisper shouted, pushing you all to the teacher dorms.

“We are.” Happy drunk giggled, allowing herself to be moved. “Oh! But you guys can’t have drunk sex, not with Eri there.” The dark-haired woman turned to you two, winking while making a shushing motion.

“No, I would never do that to her, I’d want to have that intimacy very sober.” Aizawa nodded, holding you tight.

“You’re so sweet.” Tears never stopped falling down your falling down your face.

You all managed to make yourself to your dorm. Packing into the same elevator. Nemuri got off first, waiting by the door because Anan had the key to their apartment. Then Hizashi got off, loudly ripping his door open to his and Ryo’s shared space.

Then it was yours and Aizawa’s turn, both of you trying the best you could to quietly stumble into your home. You did well for the most part, only dropping and bumping into a few things. The big three had fallen asleep on the couch, Christmas reruns still playing. You both managed to make it to your shared room, peeling off clothes until you both were in your underwear, deciding it was too hot to wear the warm clothes you had on before.

“Wait, wait. We need to take medicine in the morning for Eri. We can’t just be hungover all day.” Aizawa stumbled into the bathroom and grabbed the large cup and four pills.

He let you take two first, handing you the glass for you to chug. He wasn’t even mad when you downed the whole thing, just going back for more to take his turn.

You both crawled into his bed, cuddling each other tight.

“You’re such a good man, and such a good father.” There were no more tears left for you to cry, so you just heaved into his chest.

“No, I’m only good f’you. Before I never wanted kids, but the idea of having one with you made me jump the gun with Eri. I wouldn’t mind us two having a little brat around, maybe two.” He curled up tighter against you, mumbling things in your ear while sleep overtook you two.

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The next morning you two remember absolutely nothing. Just mildly hungover and slightly confused on why you were both just in your underwear.

“D-did…did we..?” You questioned, face heating up at the idea. Aizawa seemed to contemplate something, grimacing while flickering eyes between the wall and you.

“Can you…walk?”

You stood up, moving with ease. Aizawa sighed in relief.

“No, we didn’t.” He rubbed his sore neck, head aching.

“Oh good.” You sighed with him before your face absolutely blossomed.

“Hey, what the hell does that mean?!”

“That’s fifty cents in the swear jar Ms.!” Eri yelled at you from the living room.

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You and Aizawa decide to stay in the dorms for the New Years, deciding to keep Eri in a place she’s familiar with when all the fireworks go off. You and Aizawa had been invited out for drinks, but you both declined unanimously. All of you wore comfy clothes, wearing matching sweaters you had drifted out for Christmas. You handed out hot chocolate, using cups Aizawa himself had gifted out, each of them personalized to you. His was full of grumpy black cats, and paw prints all over the inside. Yours was coated with your favorite animal smiling, the footprints on the inside in the same manner. Eri’s was filled with butterflies, her inside filled with little caterpillars.

“To show that she is capable of change and that she’s grown so much in these short few months.”

You cuddled up to Aizawa, his hand snaking around your waist. A white cat that Aizawa had found on the street purred up to Eri, headbutting her while she watched the screen.

“Ready Eri?” You asked, smiling as she grabbed the cat, not breaking her eye contact with the TV.

“Mhm!”

There was coverage of people crowding the streets, all of them laughing and enjoying themselves while they huddled together to count down. Then, it was the last minute of the year.

Aizawa called your name, grabbing your attention.

“I’ve never been good with words, or my feelings, but I have something to admit.” That made your eyes widen and heart quicken. Fourty!

“But there has been something that I’ve needed to admit to you, something I only recently realized.” He set down his coffee cup, bringing up a warm to cup your face. Thirty!

“I-I..” The words died on his lips, but he wouldn’t back out now, not when he realized he needed you so much. After Christmas, he doesn’t know what changed, but something did. The few five days he had felt such undeniable feelings he couldn’t hide anymore. Or maybe it was the feelings he had all along that he couldn’t keep at bay. “I need you. In a way that I haven’t needed in a long time.” Twenty!

“You’ve become such in an important person in my life, and I can’t stop it. I think of you all the time, I do so much just to keep you at my side, and the thought of losing you keeps me up sometimes, and makes me work harder during my patrols.” Ten!.

”Aizawa…” Tears were filling your beautiful eyes, and he wiped them away before they could fall. Nine!

“Even seeing you cry fills me with agony, and it pains me even more knowing I made you cry.” Six!

“What I’m trying to say is, stand by my side, be with me, spend the rest of our lives together?” Instead of answering his words, you responded by pressing your lips to his. Holding his face while he reciprocated your touch.

Happy New Years!

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“So..what are we again?” You were smiling so wide and so hard it hurt. The hand that was brushing your face stopped, and Aizawa-no Shouta rolled onto his back, making you rest his head on his large chest.

“Oh god, are you going to tease me about this? I take everything back.” He groaned, trying to push you away.

“It’s too late, you’ve sealed your fate.” You deepened your voice trying to sound scary. You overpowered his grip, or maybe he let you win, and cuddled back into his arms. “Sooo….”

He sighed heavily. “You’re my partner.” You groaned, making a fart sound.

“No! Well, yes, but wrong. What’s the hyper-feminine, gender-conforming title that I now hold.” Shouta sighed heavily again.

“You’re my…girlfriend. And I’m your boyfriend.” You squealed, kicking your feet under the blankets. “How old are you?” He chuckled.

“Five, boyfriend. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? Too damn long, that’s how long.” You punched him lightly.

“Yeah I know, me too…girlfriend.” The moonlight shone on his face, showing you his smile that was just as wide as yours.

Everything was going to be okay.

It just had to be.

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IT HAPPEBED ONG IT HAPPENED THEYRE HAPY AND LVING AND NOW THEYRE GOING TO MOVE AWAY FAR FROM JAPAN WITH ERI AND SHINSO ABD BE A BUG HAPPY FAMILY AND TEHE END,,

okay uhm, yes i already know pt 4 plase sodnt eat me,,but i will warn you, sadness only lays ahead, since I'm basing this off the anime, you know what episode is coming up next and, and what two arcs that I've been hinting at this whole time is also coming up,,,who knows,,, (I do, me I do)

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