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adore-laur · 1 year ago

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— two lovers being blissfully domestic while living in the countryside of france 🪴

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LOIRE VALLEY, FRANCE

The melodic humming of his wife faintly echoes throughout the greenhouse kitchen, her voice hidden under the more pronounced noises of glass jars clinking together and the faucet running.

As Harry hunches over the granite countertop and gingerly trims the miniature bonsai tree he proudly helped grow, his ears tune into Nadine's movements. He's acutely aware of the soft padding of her slippers against the tiles and the slight graze of her robe against his sweater vest whenever she passes by. It's as if she's some soundless angel who doesn't like to make her presence known yet can't help but enthrall everyone with her heavenly poise.

He will often glance up while snipping away with his garden shears and follow her figure as she gracefully floats around the kitchen and pickles various vegetables that will eventually be donated to the orphanage on the outskirts of town. The cucumber she's currently slicing is from one of his many gardens on the property. They are Harry's pride and joy. He plants abundant seeds every season, then tends to the soil and sprouts until he can harvest them. Their primary use is to be thrown into either jars or on dinner plates, resulting in whatever his wife wishes to cleverly concoct.

"Nadi, can you please fill this up for me?" Harry asks, fidgeting with the fragile pump of the plant mister in his hand.

In a second, she's by his side, carefully taking the empty glass bottle from his grasp. "Hot or cold water?"

He smiles dotingly at her lack of knowledge about succulent maintenance. She has more expertise relating to culinary uses for fruits, vegetables, herbs, and spices, while he takes care of the botanical aspect.

"Lukewarm since we've had sunny weather lately," he replies as he checks how dry the compacted soil in the pot is. "Thank you."

She nods and heads to the sink, turning the handle to the left. Harry pauses what he's doing and admires how her smooth, bronzed skin and silky black hair glimmer in the natural light pouring through the greenhouse panels. He often finds himself wanting to splay his hands on every part of her warm body and let his ceaseless love seep into her, sweet and absorbent like caramel drizzle on a dessert. Whenever she innately reacts to his touch, it melts him into a puddle of molasses the same color as the deep pools of her irises. And when the sun hits her brown eyes just right, he becomes entranced. She's his saccharine daydream.

Once Harry is satisfied with the trimming of his beloved bonsai, he moves on to the second task he planned to finish this morning. A woven basket sits beside him on the floor, holding a bundle of eucalyptus and myrtle leaves he broke off from the trees in the front yard. He had already cut a piece of gold wire to form the brittle blades around it, but he didn't know where to go from there. He wants to make a leaf crown for Nadine. However, he's never attempted a crown with leaves before, only with the lily of the valley and jasmine flowers he grows by the windowsill in their bedroom. The two white blossoms represent femininity and sensuality, a perfect blend of his wife's soul.

"You are standing so still, lover," Nadine says, setting down the filled plant mister. "What are you doing? What are those leaves for?"

"You ask too many questions," he teases with a prolonged kiss on her forehead.

She frowns halfheartedly. "Laisse-moi entrer dans ton jardin de secrets."

Harry's neck flushes from the way she effortlessly switched languages. "Seulement si tu me laisses entrer dans ton pot de secrets," he murmurs against her temple, jerking his chin toward her glass jars, all neatly arranged in a row.

"I'm making pickled cucumber and carrot salad for lunch since I have leftover scraps," she says enthusiastically.

Running his fingertips through her hair, he twirls the short strands and says, "I'm making a leaf crown for you."

"Why?"

"Why not? Are you worried it won't be as good as the ones the kids make you at the orphanage?"

Nadine doesn't answer and just stands on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to pull him down for a slow kiss. Harry exhales blissfully and relaxes in her hold, placing his hands on her waist and moving his mouth against hers. He could kiss her lychee-colored lips for eternity if possible.

When she separates her lips from his with a wet pop, Harry begins swaying her to the mellifluous lullaby from the summer birds and wind chimes outside the greenhouse. He grabs her left hand and interlocks his fingers with hers, his other hand tenderly cupping her cheek. A sunrise dance happens frequently, whether it's in the kitchen, bedroom, or garden. Most of the time, they don't even involve music or the ambiance of nature; just their hushed voices and synchronized heartbeats fill the space.

"Are you planting anything new today?" Nadine asks quietly.

Harry smears another kiss on her lips. "Just some arugula and parsley."

What she doesn't know is that yesterday, while she took a trip down to the valley by herself, he planted her a bed of foxtail lilies in a concealed flower bed behind the tall grape trellises. He precisely calculated when they would bloom into tapered pink and yellow spikes so they could be her birthday surprise when late spring rolled around.

Nadine tilts her head to the side and smiles dreamily. "Can I watch you do it?"

"I'll let you if you smoke with me in the bath later."

She raises her thick eyebrows. "You want to get high before noon?"

"My body will be aching from crouching, and I want to relax before your family visits tomorrow."

"Of course, mon chéri."

Harry hums contently and strokes the pad of his thumb across her plump bottom lip. "Let me finish your crown, and then you can ogle at me in the garden, oui?"

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"Sacré bleu, Nadi!" Harry shouts dramatically when she walks through the patio door, completely nude.

Her curves and soft skin look ravishing under the European sky, and the sunbeams gloriously cast upon every stretch mark and blemish. He notices she's wearing his misshapen leaf crown from where he sits naked in the outdoor bathtub, reading yesterday's newspaper with a lit joint perched between his fingertips. Thankfully, no neighbors can see them in their vulnerable state since the backyard is closed off with a high wooden fence shaded by clustering chestnut and poplar trees.

Nadine gasps and kneels next to the tub, stealing the joint from him and taking a quick hit. She beautifully exhales two rings of smoke before saying, "You started without me."

"Pardonne-moi, ma reine," Harry says lowly as he flings the newspaper onto the grass and grabs her wrist to help her into the warm water. He plucked some red petals off the nearby rose bush to let them float on the surface, and he also brought out some bars of natural soap that Nadine had handmade with excess fruit peels and herbs. She's craftier than him, but he thinks they make a good pair. He grows the plants, and she makes use of them.

Nadine's back meets his bare chest, and every muscle in his body instantly eases with the pure and healing touch of her skin. He spent hours in the sunlit garden planting autumn seeds and sneakily tending to the foxtail lilies, so the tendons in his shoulder blades feel inflamed and his hands are decorated with new calluses. The dirt under his fingernails had been scrubbed clean while he waited for Nadine, yet there were still scrapes and aching muscles he wanted her to take care of. He's not embarrassed to admit that he likes to be babied by her.

"I brought your razor and shaving cream," Nadine tells him, setting the two objects on the edge of the tub.

Harry's lips downturn with confusion. "For you or for me?"

She turns in his arms to face him, bending her legs crisscross applesauce style. "You, miteux."

"Translation, please."

"Scruffy," she whispers, like it's confidential.

A whiny laugh escapes his mouth. "I thought you liked it," he drawls, stroking circles onto her hips.

"It's too itchy when you kiss me." She takes another hit before passing the joint over to him.

"Like this?" he asks before leaning forward to rub his cheek against hers and puckering multiple kisses against her skin, making a high-pitched laugh bless his ears.

"Oui, like that!" she expresses through giggles and a wide smile.

He lightly nips her jaw and murmurs, "What do I get in return for letting you shave my face?"

Nadine chews on the inside of her cheek, her dark eyes dancing over his entire body. "I think," she says while placing a wet rose petal on his collarbone, "you know exactly what I'll give you."

Harry swallows, his eyes fluttering shut. "Is that right, my darling?"

"That's right. You need to behave right now, though, or I might nick you."

"What a shame that would be, hmm?" His hands flex on her hips. "Can't go ruining my pretty face."

She cups water in her palms and pours it over the petal on his skin until it delicately falls off. "Your reflection in the bathwater is turning you into Narcissus."

"That's funny, considering your crown makes you look like Echo," he says, tucking a loose eucalyptus leaf under the wire. Are you going to start repeating everything I say?"

"No, but I'm obsessed with you like she was.

Who knew mythology could be so erotic? Harry feels his cock throb and harden as he softly kisses her neck and mumbles, "Such a sweet girl."

Nadine has an amount of self-control beyond comprehension because she suddenly scoots back and picks up the razor and container of shaving cream without another word. She begins applying a layer of the foamy cream to his scruff, spreading it on his neck and Adam's apple.

After inhaling from the joint, Harry blows the smoke toward the afternoon sky and casually rests his arms on the tub's edge as his wife shaves the stubble above his lips. She looks adorable with a concentrated furrow to her eyebrows and her tongue poking out slightly. Her body leans close to him, the curve of her breasts touching his chest and the tip of her nose grazing his own every so often. Her unoccupied hand tilts his chin to the side so she can work on his cheek. The soothing nature of her movements and the warm water engulfing his sore body feel more delightful than the weed that permeates his lungs and senses.

"Don't fall asleep on me, moonflower."

Harry's eyes blink open and blearily focus on her. He didn't realize he nodded off. A lazy smile makes its way onto his face when he sees her eyes rimmed with red from the joint she apparently took for herself while he wasn't paying attention.

"Tu me rends le bon genre de somnolent," he replies with a slur of impeding tiredness.

Nadine washes off the remnants of shaving cream on the right side of his freshly smoothed cheek. "You ramble such nonsense when you're high," she says, quickly finishing shaving the rest of his face. "Excusez moi. I'm not high… yet."

"You are. Know how I can tell?"

Harry settles his hands on her thighs. "Humor me, sunflower."

"I know because you are hard, and I haven't even done anything yet," Nadine whispers in his ear.

She's not Echo; she's the goddess of love. His Aphrodite, ironically surrounded by rose petals and wearing a crown adorned with myrtle leaves, sets the razor in a safe place under the tub and then straddles his thighs. She knows exactly how to make him putty in her hands.

Extinguishing the lit end of the joint in the water, Harry flips his palms up in invitation and says, "Do your worst, dove."

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The euphoric high reaches Harry's fingertips as he touches the blades of grass he lies on. To the touch, they feel as soft as a cloud. To the eye, they are feathery and verdant.

The blue and white striped shirt he put on after the bath warps due to his spinning mind, the lines bending and blurring until they make his eyes cross. He and Nadine went through three joints each. Maybe four. Either way, the aftermath of sex while high and then proceeding to get higher has Harry feeling like he's levitating outside of his body. Although he can't complain when Nadine lies beside him, laughing infectiously over something he doesn't remember saying mere seconds ago.

"What did I do?" he asks, his speech slower and more drawled from the weed that passed his tongue.

"You were going on about"—she pauses for a moment to regain her breath—"your dream that you had last night."

"Oh." He rubs his eyes and begins giggling over whatever is making her so happy. "Where did I… what part did I leave off at?"

"The part where, apparently, our thirty nonexistent children were blooming in the garden, and they were all wailing so much, but the only way to get them to stop was to water them."

"Shit, that's right. What a bizarre dream."

Nadine reaches over and pinches his stomach. "Could you imagine having to take care of thirty children? Oh, mon dieu!"

"We could do it," he says with faux confidence. "Babies are sort of like plants, right?"

She snorts and replies, "I would rethink that statement."

He's thinking ahead and can't stop the thought from crawling across the crevices of his brain like scandent stems. "One day, we'll have little snap peas running around the garden," he muses, the words sounding far away when he speaks them.

"Snap peas, like bébés?" Nadine asks for clarity.

Harry looks over at her, his heart melting like candle wax at the innocence that laces her question. "Oui. Tant de bébés."

"Where is my say in this?" she asks with a prod to his sock-covered foot.

He smirks, rubbing his eyes again. "You have all the say in the world, dove. Just tell me when, and I'll drop everything for you."

"When what?"

"When you're ready for bébés."

He sees it. He wants it. He needs it. He feels a deep yearning for the possibility of them having Nadine's eyes of maple syrup and heart of sweet honey. If they'll laugh in three caught breaths like her and have her lustrous hair, or if they'll cackle obnoxiously like him and inherit his wild curls. He'd like either outcome. A lot.

"I think I will be ready in the spring," Nadine says. "I do not want to be pregnant in the winter."

"How come?" Harry murmurs, dizzily rolling over and nuzzling his face into the velvety skin of her stomach, which is exposed below her cropped tank top.

"I don't thrive in the cold, so it would be a living nightmare for me," she says, tilting his face upwards. "And I wouldn't be able to show off my baby bump if it was cold all the time."

"Nadi baby," he says while letting her poke his dimples, "do you realize that if you get pregnant in the spring, you'll be ready to pop during wintertime?"

"I can't do math when I'm high. Too many months." She uses her strength to switch positions and lay on top of him, squishing his cheeks—her favorite thing to do. "But you have to promise me a bébé in the spring."

He hooks his right pinky with hers and says, "The foxtail lilies should be in full bloom by then. They'll be our good luck charm."

He didn't mean to say that out loud, and now he just utterly ruined the surprise. Damn those three or four joints.

"Hmm? Foxtail?" Nadine bemuses, tracing the slope of his nose with her pointer finger.

Sighing to himself, he knows there's no faultless way to dig himself out of the hole he created. "For you," Harry says shyly. "I planted a bed of foxtail lilies for you that will hopefully bloom in time for your birthday."

She goes silent, spreading her hand on his cheek and parting her lips. Harry wishes he could have kept the details of his romantic gesture locked away in his conscious mind, but the way she's looking at him right now makes the mistake worth it.

"My heart," she whispers sweetly, pressing a long and tender kiss to his lips. "My love. You did that for me?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise," he says with cheeks the color of the peonies by the patio.

"Hey, listen. Don't fret about it, all right?"

"Okay. Oui."

Nadine rests her head on his chest. "Oui."

"Oui, oui, oui," he repeats with a ticklish breath in her ear during each staccato syllable.

"T'es chiant," she grumbles, pushing his face away.

Harry cradles the back of her head, resting his chin on top of it and soaking in her presence, which she graciously allows him to cherish. What a wonder to be able to hold a daydream in his arms.

Idyllic paintings could be inspired by her ethereal face and figure, especially when accented by her smile in the sunshine. She could be sculpted and hidden at the back of the most grandiose museum, yet Harry would always find her under the spotlight. She bears fruits of devotion that are seductive and sweet between his teeth, seeds from pomegranates and nectarines coated in aphrodisiacs.

His goddess of love will soon be surrounded by a bountiful bed of foxtails, and if the spring season is kind to him, little snap peas will grow alongside it.

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dollsonmain · 1 year ago

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@dollsahoy confirming for me that the cottage house is just 90′s style led me to look at 90′s cottage decor (as though I didn’t live through that...) and I went “Oh, that looks like almost my entire scrapbook paper stash...”

So here’s some wallpaper musings from the fireplace sitting room when I was supposed to be focusing on the kitchen but nope I’m sidetracked, now.

(first, though, look at all the different ways my phone interpreted the colors of things as I went)

I have this warm faux granite contact paper that I could cut shapes out of to stick to the fireplace. I don’t know if I want to do that, but I could.

I did not find any leftover brick pattern paper. I think all of that went into the urban apartment I built.

The first three seem a little too juvenile? for a family cottage? They read more kids’ room to me. I don’t care for gold, either, so the gold hearts are kind of eh even though that paper is ivory and better matches the rest of the yellowed plastic. The grey paper is textured but I don’t think it adds anything to the look of the “room”.

Time period appropriate and even has a pre-installed border XD I’m kind of avoiding papers with white backgrounds, though. The rest of the white parts of the house have turned ivory, and I’m rolling with the color changes to the plastics instead of fighting them. This would work, though.

Too dark. Don’t like it. That wood paper might make good fireplace logs, though. I don’t think I will make any, but I have the option.

All the wrong shade of blue.

I do like the shade of green on the stripes paper when paired with other segments of the house. The pink is sort of close to the color of the electronics, but I kind of like that this house isn’t very pink (though I rather like pink). The other two greens that I’d considered for the fridge I don’t like too much as wallpaper, either.

Even though the big flowers paper is pre-grunged and I have a problem with that (will get to later), I don’t hate it. I think it would look pretty nice, really. The smaller flowers paper I do not like for a wall. Too busy for me.

I do really like all of these as wallpapers (even the reds) and they look good with the other colors of the house, but they’re all too detailed (the pre-applied grunge) and I think that looks very out of place with how simple and cartoony the rest of the house is. If I were going to do a hardcore full customization and make the doll house as realistic as possible, these would be ideal wallpapers and/or floor tiles.

These are my favorites out of the papers I have on hand. Some of these are pretty juvenile, too, but don’t strike me as much like “this is a child’s bedroom” as the others.

#1998 barbie family cottage house

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interiordesigner4321 · 1 month ago

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jjaybrown4-blog · 3 months ago

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Poison Garden Legacy by rose supports sims

Legacy rules - Every Generation

Complete the relevant career, aspiration and max the skill(s)

I’ve tried to leave room for creativity and your story inc. a trait slot per gen. Feel free to change rules to match your packs/story idea. The only thing you must keep is the “poison” trait for each gen, and keeping the challenge level the same by swapping out a maxed skill for another skill etc.

Each heir should try and have their urn saved and a portrait painted.

Kids can be biological or adopted except in Gen 9.

Play it berry/banilla or vanilla with the colours used in decor/clothes.

If you decide to try and wanna let me know tag #poisongardenlegacy or #simspgl and I’ll boost. I’m currently playtesting under the same tag and tweaking as I go.

GEN ONE | Aconite

Beware; A Deadly Foe is Near

Raised by a paranoid mother, your founder has been taught to fend for herself and trust no-one. After running away from a dark event in your past, you live in almost complete isolation, nature is your family and your protector, and your bite is worse than your bark. You swear you need nothing and nobody but yourself for the rest of your life.

Colours: Pale Green & Deep blue || Traits: Loner, Loves Outdoors + Your Pick

Skill to Max: Herbalism || Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

Living situation rules

Private + Off the grid lot traits. Try and pick an isolated lot in a rural-ish world.

[OPTIONAL Cottage Living - Simple Living Lot Challenge]

Indoor space limited to 32 tiles (tiny home).

Vibe - Use hedges/trees to hide your lot’s buildings. Once you build up money, house style is up to you, but in theory you’ve built it yourself so keep it simple, keep it tiny!

Start up

This is a rags to riches gen - you can use your start-up funds to buy at most a water collector, solar panel, a grill, a woodworking bench, gardening stuff with basic seed packs x 1. With leftover cash you can set up either an indoor sleeping space or a tent, an outhouse etc. Make it as hard as you like

You should not start out with a generator, fridge or oven or any sort of nice house situation. You want em you better save up!

Decorate in a survivalist type style, then reduce funds to 100 simoleons to start play.

Relationships

You may only meet/romance/socialise with other sims in a vacation world (Granite Falls or Selvadorado - if you don’t have these, choose a neighbourhood you don’t live in to act as your “vacation” world) where you go to gather ingredients. You can change this rule to suit your story, but the main thing is that you basically pick one off-lot location that is your hunting ground for any relationships.

You should not tell the other parent about any children and the children should not leave the lot aside from school (foraging, for story purposes) until they’re teens. At school they may not use the socialise interaction.

You may only leave your lot to “trade” (vacation) or “forage” (travel to other neighbourhoods in search of seeds). You may only forage at night.

Any sims who auto interact with you you must be mean to, if they persist, you fight them. If they seriously wont stop… maybe they die

Money Making

You make what you can and fund what you can’t by selling your produce/makes/finds etc.

If you have Cottage Living, you MUST go to the stalls in town or Creature Keeper in order to sell your produce (and items from your inventory). For an extra challenge, you may choose only do this while the Finchwick Fair is on on Saturdays.

Optional Extras

Grow a death flower and pass this through all the generations when each heir reaches teen. You shouldn’t use it.

Grow a Wolfsbane (Aconite!) flower and [CL] enter it in the Finchwick Fair as a low key evil joke

Make Every Canning Recipe and have em on a survival shelf

Have an evil chicken (Cottage Living)

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Gen Two | Lily of the Valley Sweetness/Tears

You’ve been shielded from the world but a chance encounter as a teen made you dream of a bigger world than your family plot. Running away on your 18th birthday, the big wide world may be uglier than you dreamed.

Colours: Green + White || Traits: Foodie, squeamish + your choice

Skills to Max: Wellness, baking || Aspiration: Soulmate

Relationship Rules

You become infatuated with the first stranger you meet as a teen, sneak out with them, they will be your only external contact until you move out.

Give them the non-committal trait. They should never become a boy/girlfriend or marry you, or even share a room with you.

Living situation rules

Your teen obsession takes you in when you run away on your YA birthday, but it’s an unequal partnership that leaves you as lonely as you ever were in the wild. Once you move out you may not have any contact with your parent.

You effectively become a live in housekeeper, cook and then nanny when you have their child. Baking is your one outlet aside from your love for your child.

When your child ages to child, you steal enough money to leave. You may cheat if necessary to have the funds to buy a basic starter home (under 20k) in a new neighbourhood where you know nobody. A kindly neighbour offers support and a second chance at love… if you can let yourself trust them.

Making Money:

You may not have a job until you get your own place. Then you may take any part time job/jobs to support you or own a bakery.

If you have the cupcake machine while at your baby daddy’s you can sell cupcakes to the bakery to make money for your escape/life afterwards

OPTIONAL EXTRAS

[CL]As a child, befriend a wild animal who is your only friend until you move out.

Max the child motor skill due to your parent’s obsession with you being able to run away from stuff.

[HSY] - sneak out to a teen hang lot to meet your secret crush/love.

Don’t take up yoga/wellness until after you leave your toxic first love.

Your child(ren) should never eat quick meals. Always cook, as many recipes as possible, and make sure to bake a cake for every birthday.

Write a cookbook [Cottage Living]

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Gen Three | Rosary Pea Pretty poisonous

You grew up in a financially struggling household with a parent who believed a deep breath and a cookie could fix everything. You’re pretty sure that money is actually the answer. You pursue fame and the adoration that comes with it. Money can’t buy happiness but it can buy security.

Colours: White, Deep Red || Traits: Self absorbed, materialistic + your choice

Skills to max: Charisma + the skill associated with the flavour of fame you’re pursuing

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Relationship: Marriage is just another transaction. You prioritise a savvy partnership that will help you climb the ladder. Folks say you’re a gold-digger - you say you’re just gold.

Your spouse should be more famous/wealthy/connected than you.

Once you have locked them down, you look to meet your needs elsewhere. Have at least one affair. It is up to you whether you regret this, leave/kill your spouse/have a series of not so secret lovers. Whatever fits your character.

You may have children with whatever combo you like, though your heir should be born during your status spouse’s lifetime to inherit their wealth.

Living situation rules: the flashier the better

Prior to your marriage, live in the most expensive rental lot you can afford, even if you can’t keep the lights on. Take as much of your parents money as you can.

Move in with your status spouse as soon as possible. Add 5k for “wedding pictures” and spend their money on all of the upgrades and status symbols you desire

Making Money: Depending on your packs, pursue either the entertainer, or actor careers.

Optional Extras

Complete the Admired Icon teen aspiration

Pursue fame - up to you how successful you are! Are you forever a z list wannabe or do you make it big and find it hollow?

Maintain a specific image - pick your style and look and regularly update your outfits as you try and cling on to youth and status.

Enrol your kids in afterschool drama clubs, social clubs and make sure they are socialising with other wealthy “celeb” children.

Gen Four - Lantana

An Invasive Species

Your parents believed only in status and wealth and it left you rich, but with an empty feeling inside. You decide to find meaning by giving back to those less fortunate than yourself, whether they ask for your help or not…

Colours: Red/Orange/Yellow || Traits: Adventurous, snob + your choice

Skill to max: Photography, Selvadorada culture (or Vampire Lore if you’re into that)

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Relationship rules: There are just soooo many interesting sims in the world and you can’t limit yourself or them to monogamy.

You collect lovers around the world the same way you collect artefacts and memories, and if you sometimes end up with a souvenir in the form of a child, well that’s just another gift.

Have at least two kids from different parents, only one genetic donor per homeworld. Up to you how deep the relationship goes.

Partners can’t move in.

Have a distant relationship with your kids, make sure they have a nice nanny or whatever but you shouldn’t be the one doing their skills or homework, just bringing them inappropriate gifts!

Living situation rules: Live wherever you want, you’ll hardly ever be there! You can stay in your parents gaudy home or sell it and buy yourself a pied-a-terre. And keep it classy, you might be on an endless gap yah but you still like nice things.

Making Money: Live on your parents earnings - that’s what they’re for! If you do need a job (ew?) then you can be an influencer, a photographer or an archaeologist. You just love exotic culture after all!

Optional Extras:

Develop a following on Trendi and make the town wear your amazing (or terrible) designs

Complete as many collections as you can, display them.

Eat every world food from the streetfood stands

Spend a game week in each vacation world you have (Granite Falls, Selvadorada, Mt Komorebi)

Explore the Jungle Adventure temples, hoard as much stuff as you can

Gen Five - Tansy

This Means War

One parent viewed you more as a curiosity than as a person and the other was never about. Worse, they completely squandered your family fortune. With nothing left but a name, you don’t have much choice but to pursue less savory means of survival

Colours: Yellow - 2nd colour your pick if you like Traits: Evil, Creative + your choice

Skill to max: Mischief, Handiness | Aspiration: Public Enemy

Set Up: Move all the collection items and treasures your parent amassed to the family inventory and leave it there for Gen 10. They were “lost”, along with your fortune in a series of shady “charity” ventures.

Relationship rules: You don’t trust easily and you don’t trust often.

Your prospective partner must reach BFF and Partners in Crime status before you can initiate any romance.

Once partnered, only death can part you. Interpret that as you will.

All children - have at least 2 - must be with this partner.

The children should be opposites and you should have a clear favourite who is not your heir.

Living situation rules:

At the start of the Generation you inherit your parent’s estate… and their debts. Take over one of their properties (their actual primary residence or a vacation home), sell all the furniture except bathroom and kitchen basics, then set your money to $1000. Their debts are settled, but you’re on your own in an empty shell.

Once you’ve rebuilt, you build a hidden lair which must be locked to all but you. Anyone entering your home should see the home of an upright citizen. Your kids are seemingly perfect, things are tidy, but all is not as it seems.

Making money: Be a criminal. Take what you can, wherever you can to restore your fortunes. You deserve it right?

Extras:

Infiltrate the most exclusive in game club and take it over, turning it to evil and expand it to maximum members. Have the dastardly club perk

Pass as many diabolical NAPs as possible

Groom one of your children (not the heir) to take over your criminal empire, max their toddler skills and make sure they age up with the emotional control trait. Make this child head of a club that the other kid isn’t allowed to join.

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Gen 6 | Bittersweet Nightshade

Effective Against Bitchcraft

You grew up hating your seemingly perfect sibling, and how your parent clearly preferred them. Your goal in life is simple, to beat them, and the world at everything. (If you like playing with magic, you could make the sibling magical, just to really rub things in).

Colours: Purple + Yellow | Traits: Jealous, Ambitious + Your Pick

Skill to max: Whichever your sibling is best at when you age to YA + Research and Debate

Aspiration: Mansion Baron OR Villainous Valentine

Relationship rules:

Steal the partner(s) you want from someone else. Ideally your sibling’s true love but really anyone you take a liking to. All romantic partners should be in a relationship/married when you initiate romance.

Become enemies with their former partners

Take all their money when you move them in

Do not adopt any step children. Either your partner (or a nanny) should stay home and ensure your kids max toddler skills, gets As and generally make you look good.

Living situation rules: The best house ever. Huge. Expensive. Your sibling could never, Bonus points if you live next door to them and dump trash on their lot. Bonus bonus points if it’s a McMansion

Making Money: Politics call to you - if you run the world then you can make your sibling and everyone that reminds you a bit of them illegal. No you don’t think that’s problematic at all.

Optional Extras

Complete the Drama Llama teen aspiration

Have a bad reputation

Only be friends with people you consider beneath you. If your friends ever beat you at something or get promoted above you, you must be mean to them until you’re enemies.

Start a club for hangers on whose activities include being mean to your enemies and is bitter rivals with your siblings club. Fight them.

—————— Gen Seven | Digitalis

Light fingers, light touch

Your parent was possessive, destructively intense and you are more interested in just drifting through life, banking on your innocent looks to fly under the radar and your athletic skill to run away very fast from bad situations. You never meant to start stealing things, but you prefer your way of getting what you want to your parents, and its kinda fun knowing that your lifestyle could destroy their legacy!

Colours: Pink & Purple | Traits: Kleptomaniac, Romantic + your pick

Skill to max: Athletic | Aspiration: The Curator

Romance: It really couldn’t have been much less convenient for the person who stole your heart to be a detective(or military/secret agent). They’re rigid and law abiding while you’re a free-spirited thief, but having seen what a marriage of convenience and control did to your parents, you decide that you’d rather hide your less legal activities and follow your heart.

Living Situation Rules: Having grown up in an ostentatious monstrosity of a house, you prefer simpler things. Your one extravagance is a gallery to proudly display your “collections”. Your partner thinks you’re just a big thrifter

Money making: Your primary income as a singleton should be stealing/collecting and selling your “finds”. If required, you can supplement this with odd jobs. Once you’re partnered you can join the decorator career if you choose, which may also help with your thieving! Alternately you can become a digital artist but only do the illegal jobs.

Extras:

Complete the Live Fast Teen aspiration

Access as many hidden worlds (Sylvan Glade/Cave of Sulani/Sixam etc) as you have access to an bring back a souvenir or stolen item from each

Maintain an excellent reputation - you may be a thief but you’re a damn good one!

Get involved in your kids lives, encourage their interests, your moral compass may not point north but you believe in them 100%

Take at least one family adventure holiday, ideally to Mt Komorebi and climb the mountain with your boo/ski with the kiddos

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Gen Eight| Hydrangea

Understand I’m Heartless

Growing up in the dazzle of your parents fairytale love, you thought the world was a magical place, until the sudden death of one parent left the other one broken. You vowed never to give someone else that power over you. Like the hydrangea whose flower colour is changed by the acidity of its surroundings, you are changed by this shift in environment. Will you ever feel differently?

Colours: Pink & Blue | Traits: Non-committal, childish + your pick

Skill to max: Mixology + Juice Fizzing | Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Romance: Romance is fun, until it isn’t and you’re terrified of love ruining your life so you’ll do anything in your power to stop it happening. You’ll take on responsibility for any kids you unintentionally parent, because you quite like children, but it would take something truly miraculous to make you let someone into your heart.

Living situation rules: Do not move in a partner sim until you have completed the serial romantic aspiration. Any children you parent must live with you, you can cheat a 5k “child support” payment for any kid you move in.

Money Making: Culinary (mixologist) branch. Juiced lips reveal their secrets and when you know someone at their worst, they can’t surprise you. You never expected to make a living getting people drunk - but it’s honest work

Extras:

Own a bar - if you choose instead of doing the career you can run a bar/restaurant that focuses on booze, and helps you pick up partners

Take full custody of any children you create. If you play with mods, always use risky woohoo. If you don’t, flip a coin every time you want to woohoo to decide if it’s a woohoo or try for baby.

Moonlight as a depressed comic or musician

Complete the poster collection

Mix every type of drink

Throw a party once a week

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Gen Nine Lobelia

Malevolent Pen

You don’t have a terribly high opinion of people. Growing up knowing that you weren’t an intended child has always made you critical of yourself , which has made it easiest for you to just pass that criticism along. Turns out you can get paid for the kind of bitchy writing you excel at.

Colour: Blue and white | Traits: Perfectionist, mean + your pick

Skill to max: writing | Aspiration: Bestselling author

Romance: You choose a partner you feel superior to, and always keep them guessing.

Use at least one mean interaction a day on any live in partners you try to “improve them”. You write novels about terrible wives and scheming husbands but can’t recognise the behaviour in yourself.

If your partner drops into the red for two consecutive days they will leave you. Give them half of any money you have when you move them out.

You must have a child with someone. Don’t adopt this generation, You’d hopefully fail the screening.

Living situation: You’re vain, judgy and kinda terrible, so of course you have the kind of fantastic home that looks great in the types of pretentious magazines that love to profile you and not so subtly imply you’re a diva.

Money making: Your poisoned pen is in demand from the moment you start a gossip column in the school paper. Pursue a career as a writer or critic and give any books you write suitably bitchy names.

Optional Extras

Never have any real friends, only acquaintances. Introduce yourself to every sim you see. If you get too close to someone, you must push them away.

Use neighbourhood stories to break up/mess with your community’s progress. Write books about it

Gain a bad reputation

Have a pet that you actively prefer to your child, pamper them, build them a bedroom, love them in a way you never could a kid

You have terrible fomo. Every time you’re invited to do something, flip a coin and if it’s heads you have to go, even if it interrupts your wedding!

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Gen Ten Hemlock

I Will Cause Thy Death

Your parent kept detailed records of family history, and looking back, you’re pretty sure your line deserves to die out! Some of them have been ok, but mostly terrible. You dedicate your life to scholarship of your lineage, sure that if you don’t reproduce and take care to make known the misdeeds of your ancestors then others will avoid repeating their mistakes.

Colour: Black & White | Traits: Gloomy, hates children + your pick

Skill to max: Logic | Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Romance: You plan never to date, but in later life a research assistant becomes a friend, and becomes more. You decide that denying yourself love would be counterproductive, so you enjoy it while it lasts, confident that you’ll still never become a parent…

Living situation: You build a house with a room dedicated to each generation that has gone before, collecting in it any artifacts, portraits or urns you have held on to. This serves as a daily reminder why your line must end with you. Your love understands this fully….right?

Money making: Pick any career or skill that you feel like exploring and makes narrative sense for your final gen. Detective or lawyer could be good. Complete this career.

Extras: Visit each world where a previous generation has lived and try and do a good deed. (e.g join a protest, clean litter in Sulani, give money to a performer - hell save Strangerville if you’re feeling ambitious) - interpret this how you well but the main point is that you try to make amends… so much so that you ruin your own life by getting lost in the past

If you’ve managed to hold on to it, plan and grow a death flower plant.

The legacy ends when your lover vanishes in your old age following a suspicious illness. You try not to dwell on the fact that they had symptoms similar to pregnancy…

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✶ seventeen when you take your promise ring off during a fight

ft. vocal unit

performance unit | hip hop unit

jeonghan: he tests the waters. the moments after a fight are always silent, the two of you tiptoeing around each other as to not turn a tentative ebb and flow into another tsunami, but the clatter of the ring still echoes in his ears, metal glinting through a single kitchen lamplight. the soft padding of his feet towards the countertop, the clink against granite as he picks up the ring, steady gaze meeting yours as he looks at you from across the room. the ring is still warm, still touched by your heat, and jeonghan wants to take it as a sign that this isn't the end. (it's silent still, when he walks over to you. his fingers ghost over yours, not in hesitation, but in breath-held confirmation—to see if you would flinch away, if you would run from the tide still trying to reach you.) you breathe out slowly, waves lapping at the shore, closing the gap between his fingers and yours.

joshua: he trusts you. you're in the shower when he finds the ring lying on the nightstand; joshua didn't even see you take it off. and it still stings, it does, salt on the wound from the fight barely an hour before, but he hears the water running from the bathroom, looks at the picture frame on the nightstand, and breathes. (when you come back from your shower there's still a towel folded neatly on the bed like there always is, ring sitting like how you'd left it. there's a security in love, joshua thinks. or perhaps, it's love that makes it secure.) joshua tells you "i love you" before he turns off the lights, even if you don't sleep in the same bed that night. you apologize the morning after, ring slipped back onto your finger.

jihoon: he remembers himself. jihoon wants to blame it all on the heat of the moment, the red-tinged blur of the world around him, his tongue forming words that come out harsher than he intends them to. it's habit, it's instinct, and he never really means it; jihoon knows this, as do you, but knowing ever rarely softens the blow when it strikes. you take a step back, maybe to help ease the way your heart drops, and your ring slips off; you can never truly take back an attack after it's met its target. (the words burn the second they come out of his mouth, ice freezing to his core, and he stops. it's quiet for a few moments after, dust settling, before jihoon opens his mouth to speak again. there's the leftover fried rice you'd made for him still on the stove, the grain of wood you had picked out together solid beneath his feet. he remembers. "i'm sorry.") jihoon can never take back a blow, but he can at least try to mend the wounds, if you let him. (you always do.)

seokmin: he cries. the minute the argument starts seokmin is already uneasy, eyes darting nervously at the clock, at the tiles, at the plant tucked away at the windowsill you'd gotten him last summer, anywhere but you. he tells himself he'll look at you once his heart has calmed down, once he stops feeling the heat behind his eyes, but every glance at you only pulls at his stomach, tamped down heat springing back up. seokmin hates this—he hates the energy, he hates the frustration, he hates that he's not making you smile. seokmin needs to solve this now. he can't go to sleep like this, not when you're still mad and the issue still hasn't been solved and—(you pull the ring off. you are just so tired.) the first tear slips down his cheek, followed by a second, then a third, and then he loses count. (what are you saying? he wants to ask. do you really mean it?) you don't. of course you don't. so you put the ring back on, let him cry into your chest and clutch at the back of your shirt until he knows for certain you're not leaving. (you say good night first, even when you sleep in the guest bedroom that night; the warmth of your kiss still lingers on his forehead.)

seungkwan: he wears his heart on his sleeve. you can see it all on his face—the stubborness in his forehead, indignancy in his eyes, his lip set in a jut you find all too familiar. you say one thing and seungkwan says another and suddenly your only thought is you need your ring off. it's done rashly, in frustration-clouded judgement, but when you walk over and drop the abandoned ring into his open palm, how else is he supposed to take that but that it's the end? seungkwan takes your hand and sits you down at the kitchen table, tries to fumble his way through his words because for the first time he can't find the words to fix this, he doesn't know what to say to make things right. jaw set, you manage to tear your eyes away from the wooden floor to look at him, teary-eyed and lip quivering and still choking out his words, and in the corner of your eye you see the basket of tangerines his mother had given you days ago. (they were sent all the way from jeju-do, the same ones she'd told you you would love. the same way seungkwan loved them, the same way he loved you.) loves, you amend, tension unraveling, your sleeve tugged down as you lean forward to dab away seungkwan's overflowing tears with a fond smile and sigh. (just like you love him.)

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How it started: A random musing, could I write a challenge that forced me to deviate from playing fundamentally nice/good sims, without having total miscreants and exploring more of the game?

How it’s going: Below, a narrative driven TS4 legacy challenge in which each generation has a “poison” trait to contend with. Their goals are based loosely on the properties/colours/flower meanings of various poisonous or toxic plants.

There is a Sims 3 Version here. I’m playtesting it over at @poisongardensims and tweaking the rules as I go!

More legible Google doc here - or rules under the cut!

Legacy rules - Every Generation

Complete the relevant career, aspiration and max the skill(s)

Each heir should try and have their urn saved and a portrait painted.

Kids can be biological or adopted except in Gen 9.

Play it berry/banilla or vanilla with the colours used in decor/clothes.

If you decide to try and wanna let me know tag #poisongardenlegacy or #simspgl and I’ll boost. I’m currently playtesting under the same tag and tweaking as I go.

GEN ONE | Aconite

Beware; A Deadly Foe is Near

Colours: Pale Green & Deep blue || Traits: Loner, Loves Outdoors + Your Pick

Skill to Max: Herbalism || Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

Living situation rules

Private + Off the grid lot traits. Try and pick an isolated lot in a rural-ish world.

[OPTIONAL Cottage Living - Simple Living Lot Challenge]

Indoor space limited to 32 tiles (tiny home).

Vibe - Use hedges/trees to hide your lot’s buildings. Once you build up money, house style is up to you, but in theory you’ve built it yourself so keep it simple, keep it tiny!

Start up

You should not start out with a generator, fridge or oven or any sort of nice house situation. You want em you better save up!

Decorate in a survivalist type style, then reduce funds to 100 simoleons to start play.

Relationships

You may only leave your lot to “trade” (vacation) or “forage” (travel to other neighbourhoods in search of seeds). You may only forage at night.

Any sims who auto interact with you you must be mean to, if they persist, you fight them. If they seriously wont stop… maybe they die

Money Making

You make what you can and fund what you can’t by selling your produce/makes/finds etc.

Optional Extras

Grow a death flower and pass this through all the generations when each heir reaches teen. You shouldn’t use it.

Grow a Wolfsbane (Aconite!) flower and [CL] enter it in the Finchwick Fair as a low key evil joke

Make Every Canning Recipe and have em on a survival shelf

Have an evil chicken (Cottage Living)

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Gen Two | Lily of the Valley Sweetness/Tears

Colours: Green + White || Traits: Foodie, squeamish + your choice

Skills to Max: Wellness, baking || Aspiration: Soulmate

Relationship Rules

You become infatuated with the first stranger you meet as a teen, sneak out with them, they will be your only external contact until you move out.

Give them the non-committal trait. They should never become a boy/girlfriend or marry you, or even share a room with you.

Living situation rules

You effectively become a live in housekeeper, cook and then nanny when you have their child. Baking is your one outlet aside from your love for your child.

Making Money:

You may not have a job until you get your own place. Then you may take any part time job/jobs to support you or own a bakery.

If you have the cupcake machine while at your baby daddy’s you can sell cupcakes to the bakery to make money for your escape/life afterwards

OPTIONAL EXTRAS

[CL]As a child, befriend a wild animal who is your only friend until you move out.

Max the child motor skill due to your parent’s obsession with you being able to run away from stuff.

[HSY] - sneak out to a teen hang lot to meet your secret crush/love.

Don’t take up yoga/wellness until after you leave your toxic first love.

Your child(ren) should never eat quick meals. Always cook, as many recipes as possible, and make sure to bake a cake for every birthday.

Write a cookbook [Cottage Living]

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Gen Three | Rosary Pea Pretty poisonous

Colours: White, Deep Red || Traits: Self absorbed, materialistic + your choice

Skills to max: Charisma + the skill associated with the flavour of fame you’re pursuing

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Relationship: Marriage is just another transaction. You prioritise a savvy partnership that will help you climb the ladder. Folks say you’re a gold-digger - you say you’re just gold.

Your spouse should be more famous/wealthy/connected than you.

You may have children with whatever combo you like, though your heir should be born during your status spouse’s lifetime to inherit their wealth.

Living situation rules: the flashier the better

Prior to your marriage, live in the most expensive rental lot you can afford, even if you can’t keep the lights on. Take as much of your parents money as you can.

Move in with your status spouse as soon as possible. Add 5k for “wedding pictures” and spend their money on all of the upgrades and status symbols you desire

Making Money: Depending on your packs, pursue either the entertainer, or actor careers.

Optional Extras

Complete the Admired Icon teen aspiration

Pursue fame - up to you how successful you are! Are you forever a z list wannabe or do you make it big and find it hollow?

Maintain a specific image - pick your style and look and regularly update your outfits as you try and cling on to youth and status.

Enrol your kids in afterschool drama clubs, social clubs and make sure they are socialising with other wealthy “celeb” children.

Gen Four - Lantana

An Invasive Species

Colours: Red/Orange/Yellow || Traits: Adventurous, snob + your choice

Skill to max: Photography, Selvadorada culture (or Vampire Lore if you’re into that)

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Relationship rules: There are just soooo many interesting sims in the world and you can’t limit yourself or them to monogamy.

You collect lovers around the world the same way you collect artefacts and memories, and if you sometimes end up with a souvenir in the form of a child, well that’s just another gift.

Have at least two kids from different parents, only one genetic donor per homeworld. Up to you how deep the relationship goes.

Partners can’t move in.

Have a distant relationship with your kids, make sure they have a nice nanny or whatever but you shouldn’t be the one doing their skills or homework, just bringing them inappropriate gifts!

Optional Extras:

Develop a following on Trendi and make the town wear your amazing (or terrible) designs

Complete as many collections as you can, display them.

Eat every world food from the streetfood stands

Spend a game week in each vacation world you have (Granite Falls, Selvadorada, Mt Komorebi)

Explore the Jungle Adventure temples, hoard as much stuff as you can

Gen Five - Tansy

This Means War

Colours: Yellow - 2nd colour your pick if you like Traits: Evil, Creative + your choice

Skill to max: Mischief, Handiness | Aspiration: Public Enemy

Relationship rules: You don’t trust easily and you don’t trust often.

Your prospective partner must reach BFF and Partners in Crime status before you can initiate any romance.

Once partnered, only death can part you. Interpret that as you will.

All children - have at least 2 - must be with this partner.

The children should be opposites and you should have a clear favourite who is not your heir.

Living situation rules:

At the start of the Generation you inherit your parent’s estate... and their debts. Take over one of their properties (their actual primary residence or a vacation home), sell all the furniture except bathroom and kitchen basics, then set your money to $1000. Their debts are settled, but you’re on your own in an empty shell.

Making money: Be a criminal. Take what you can, wherever you can to restore your fortunes. You deserve it right?

Extras:

Infiltrate the most exclusive in game club and take it over, turning it to evil and expand it to maximum members. Have the dastardly club perk

Pass as many diabolical NAPs as possible

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Gen 6 | Bittersweet Nightshade

Effective Against Bitchcraft

Colours: Purple + Yellow | Traits: Jealous, Ambitious + Your Pick

Skill to max: Whichever your sibling is best at when you age to YA + Research and Debate

Aspiration: Mansion Baron OR Villainous Valentine

Relationship rules:

Become enemies with their former partners

Take all their money when you move them in

Do not adopt any step children. Either your partner (or a nanny) should stay home and ensure your kids max toddler skills, gets As and generally make you look good.

Making Money: Politics call to you - if you run the world then you can make your sibling and everyone that reminds you a bit of them illegal. No you don’t think that’s problematic at all.

Optional Extras

Complete the Drama Llama teen aspiration

Have a bad reputation

Only be friends with people you consider beneath you. If your friends ever beat you at something or get promoted above you, you must be mean to them until you’re enemies.

Start a club for hangers on whose activities include being mean to your enemies and is bitter rivals with your siblings club. Fight them.

------------------ Gen Seven | Digitalis

Light fingers, light touch

Colours: Pink & Purple | Traits: Kleptomaniac, Romantic + your pick

Skill to max: Athletic | Aspiration: The Curator

Extras:

Complete the Live Fast Teen aspiration

Access as many hidden worlds (Sylvan Glade/Cave of Sulani/Sixam etc) as you have access to an bring back a souvenir or stolen item from each

Maintain an excellent reputation - you may be a thief but you’re a damn good one!

Get involved in your kids lives, encourage their interests, your moral compass may not point north but you believe in them 100%

Take at least one family adventure holiday, ideally to Mt Komorebi and climb the mountain with your boo/ski with the kiddos

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Gen Eight| Hydrangea

Understand I’m Heartless

Colours: Pink & Blue | Traits: Non-committal, childish + your pick

Skill to max: Mixology + Juice Fizzing | Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Romance: Romance is fun, until it isn’t and you're terrified of love ruining your life so you’ll do anything in your power to stop it happening. You’ll take on responsibility for any kids you unintentionally parent, because you quite like children, but it would take something truly miraculous to make you let someone into your heart.

Extras:

Own a bar - if you choose instead of doing the career you can run a bar/restaurant that focuses on booze, and helps you pick up partners

Take full custody of any children you create. If you play with mods, always use risky woohoo. If you don’t, flip a coin every time you want to woohoo to decide if it’s a woohoo or try for baby.

Moonlight as a depressed comic or musician

Complete the poster collection

Mix every type of drink

Throw a party once a week

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Gen Nine Lobelia

Malevolent Pen

Colour: Blue and white | Traits: Perfectionist, mean + your pick

Skill to max: writing | Aspiration: Bestselling author

Romance: You choose a partner you feel superior to, and always keep them guessing.

If your partner drops into the red for two consecutive days they will leave you. Give them half of any money you have when you move them out.

You must have a child with someone. Don’t adopt this generation, You’d hopefully fail the screening.

Money making: Your poisoned pen is in demand from the moment you start a gossip column in the school paper. Pursue a career as a writer or critic and give any books you write suitably bitchy names.

Optional Extras

Never have any real friends, only acquaintances. Introduce yourself to every sim you see. If you get too close to someone, you must push them away.

Use neighbourhood stories to break up/mess with your community’s progress. Write books about it

Gain a bad reputation

Have a pet that you actively prefer to your child, pamper them, build them a bedroom, love them in a way you never could a kid

You have terrible fomo. Every time you’re invited to do something, flip a coin and if it’s heads you have to go, even if it interrupts your wedding!

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Gen Ten Hemlock

I Will Cause Thy Death

Colour: Black & White | Traits: Gloomy, hates children + your pick

Skill to max: Logic | Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Money making: Pick any career or skill that you feel like exploring and makes narrative sense for your final gen. Detective or lawyer could be good. Complete this career.

Extras: Visit each world where a previous generation has lived and try and do a good deed. (e.g join a protest, clean litter in Sulani, give money to a performer - hell save Strangerville if you’re feeling ambitious) - interpret this how you well but the main point is that you try to make amends... so much so that you ruin your own life by getting lost in the past

If you’ve managed to hold on to it, plan and grow a death flower plant.

The legacy ends when your lover vanishes in your old age following a suspicious illness. You try not to dwell on the fact that they had symptoms similar to pregnancy...

#ts4 #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #long post #delete later maybe

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painsandconfusion-moved-shoo · 3 years ago

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Whumptober 5th: "I've Got Red In My Ledger"

[Prompts: Betrayal | Misunderstanding | Broken Nose]

(tw: broken nose, anxiety, broken glass, anger, panic attack)

Caretaker skittered into the kitchen, their socks sliding against the slick tile. They slid into the fridge, frantic hands yanking it open.

They were so late. So so fucking late.

They were going to be in so much trouble.

It was SUCH a bad day. They woke up late, missing a meeting at work. They had forgotten to press the start button on the dryer last night, so their clothes were still damp and they had had to borrow a shirt from Whumpee's drawer. Their comb broke when they tried to force it through a tangled knot. Their phone would NOT stop fucking ringing. They had brushed their teeth so fast their gums were bleeding.

The worst fucking day.

They were so screwed.

Caretaker's hands rummaged through the fridge, looking for the container of leftover pasta. It wasn't there.

Fuck, they needed to bring something for lunch if they were going to stay late to make up for missed time.

"Whumpee!?" They called, louder and a bit more angry than they intended.

No response.

"Whumpee!"

They scrambled around the kitchen trying to find something in the cupboard they could grab. Their shaking hands knocking over soup cans, trying to find one that didn't require a can opener.

"WHUMPEE!"

They found a suitable can, and sock-slid across the kitchen floor to stuff it in a plastic bag along with their coffee thermos.

"Y-yes?" Whumpee stuttered quietly from the doorway.

"Fuck, there you are! Did you eat the leftover spaghetti? I can't fucking find it."

They darted over to the sink to grab a spoon from the drying rack.

"Um...yes. I'm-I'm so sorry, I did't-."

“Shit, Whumpee. Seriously? I didn't have anything else to bring!"

Traitor. They saw the glass bowl the spaghetti leaning on the drying rack, gripping it tight before spinning around.

"Seriously, fucking ask befo-"

Whumpee's eyes were huge. Shining with tears. They were shaking.

Caretaker froze. They gagged on the words. They didn't want to scare Whumpee. Especially after...fuck.

They took a deep shaky breath and spun back around to put the bowl away. "Look, Whumpee, I don't want to- Ahhg!"

Caretaker's socked feet slipped out from under them at the sudden movement. The world tipped sideways as they flailed, trying to grab onto the granite countertop. Their face came down hard against the stone, the crunching echoed through their skull. They crumpled to the floor.

"Shit!"

Their face flooded with white-hot pain. "Fuck!" Caretaker gripped their face with a shaking hand, not touching their nose. Blood started to flow freely from it.

"C-caretaker?"

Caretaker stood up quickly, fumbling for a towel. Blood dripped down their chest, seeping into Whumpee's shirt. "Ah shit."

It had somehow splattered onto the clean glass bowl in their hand as well. Was that a crack?

Now they would have to change.

And clean the fucking bowl.

Probably the floor too.

No the bowl was broken.

They didn't have TIME for this shit.

Everything was wrong today.

Fuck!

Rage and frustration blurred their vision red. The whole fucking world was against them today.

What’s the POINT!?

Caretaker snapped, hurtling the bowl against the wall. It exploded into a thousand shining pieces that ricocheted and skittered along the tile. They ran their fingers through their hair, not giving a flying fuck about the blood anymore as it dribbled down their chin. Their breaths came out fast and ragged, almost a growl. They were fucked; today was just a bust, there wasn't anything they could fucking do about it now-

Caretaker heard a door snap shut.

They glanced over the table, but Whumpee was gone.

Stop.

The red slowly drained from their vision.

"...oh."

Caretaker took a shaky step forward, looking at the pantry door. "Oh no. No no no..."

The white-hot rage turned to ice in their blood as they stood, frozen. Staring.

Soft whimpering and sobs echoed, muffled, through the door.

Caretaker's lungs deflated. "Oh no..."

Caretaker reached for the handle. Paused. Dropped their arm again.

"No, no, no..."

Their stomach dropped.

Caretaker stepped up close, taking a deep, shaky breath. They tried again, this time turning the handle.

Whumpee was tucked deep into the corner, pretzeled into a little ball, sobbing into their knees. Whimpering in the shadows under a wire shelf.

The whole world went cold. Quiet. Still.

Caretaker slowly dropped to the ground, kneeling down as close as they dared. "Whumpee....I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I'm not mad at you. You didn't do anything wrong."

Whumpee hiccuped and clutched their knees tighter, whispering something Caretaker couldn't make out. The incoherent hissing repeated over and over, Whumpee's lips muffled against their legs.

Oh, no...no no no...

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

Caretaker scooted closer, turning to sit next to them. They reached out a shaking hand around their shoulders and pulled Whumpee into their chest.

"I'm sorry. Shhh...I'm so sorry."

They held Whumpee close, running shaking fingers through their hair. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Whumpee's frantic whispering came out a little louder. The words made Caretaker's blood run cold.

Whumpee repeated their mantra in a shaky whisper: "imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry"

Caretaker held them tight, squeezing their eyes shut and returning the words.

Together they sat for hours, just holding each other in the dark, whispering back and forth.

"I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry..."

(I am also sorry. I'm not crying, you're crying.)

[My Whumptober Masterlist]

(tags: @prisonerwhump, @whumpawink, @mabledonut, @heathenwhump, @jadeocean46910, @distinctlywhumpthing)

#broken glass #fear #panic attack #recovered whumpee #ptsd #whumptober #ive got red in my ledger #my writing #whumptober 2021

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hometoursandotherstuff · 4 years ago

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This is the coolest idea, ever. It’s the Recycled House in Charlottesville, Virginia and was constructed primarily from materials that are getting a second life. It took over six years to collect the materials and use them in a thoughtful way. The plaque was carved by a tombstone company, from leftover granite.

The house was designed as a guest house and a lot of effort has been put into building a place that's welcoming, interesting and fun! The materials give the place a lot of soul, the light from 33 windows is fantastic and the location could not be better!

The oak wall at the front door is 100 yrs. old.

There’s a cozy little living room.

The kitchen’s top-of-the-line cabinetry and appliances came from a display kitchen at Lowes.

The stairs are made from beech and birch, and the railing is a futon frame.

Decorative croquet balls - quirky little things are a theme throughout the house.

They cut down a tree and had to find a way to use it in the house.

The bricks are 100 yrs. old and the floor is old hickory.

They made a fun hangout space in the loft and a sleeper sofa for extra guests.

It may be a sliding door now, but it was once a swinging door.

The lovely master has recycled beadboard on the ceiling.

All the tile is remnants from a local tile shop.

This is the coolest thing, I think- it’s tile from an old public pool.

The mirrors are from a hotel.

Small enclosed porch off the master.

The deck has a treehouse feel.

Isn’t it cozy and pretty? I love the door and the fireplace. Did you get any good ideas from this clever recycled house?

#recycled house #reclaimed material building

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asphyxiateher · 3 years ago

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Only Monsters Come Out At Night

Chapter Four: The Ties that Bind

Summary: Desdemona receives a warning from Lady Dimitrescu before she sets off to spend time with Cassandra. Veronica is alive but just barely.

A/N: This chapter is longer than anticipated, I tried to be descriptive without being too wordy but alas, I hope you enjoy anyway.

Desdemona Hawthorne wishes she could convince herself that she does not believe in luck because it’s a flimsy excuse that most people fall back on to justify the unfavorable circumstances they may find themselves in. Growing up in the suburbs, she had heard all kinds of non-sense about how putting enough positive thoughts and energy out in the universe would grant you the gift of receiving everything you have ever wanted in return. Desdemona isn’t quite sure how to describe her current predicament, but she is certain that even vomiting rainbows and shitting out sunshine would not be enough to get her out of Castle Dimitrescu. No, this is the rotten luck she’s grown accustomed to having follow her around and it had tainted this vacation from the beginning. She just wanted to see the castle that inspired Dracula and learn about its history so she could say she went out there to pursue a seemingly impossible dream and made it come true.

Desdemona did not come out here to be imprisoned by three monstrous vampires who either wanted to kill her or fuck her, she couldn’t tell which they wanted to do more of at this point, so this whole unnerving, unpleasant experience warranted a refund. She had been expecting a tour guide and a group of fellow tourists when her group made it up here but instead, here she was stuck in a foul-smelling, subterranean cellar that was currently occupied by her and the three vampiric sisters she mentioned earlier. The eldest sister, Bela, stood in front of Desdemona protectively as she attempted to swat away at her sisters that were now slowly approaching them with raised sickles. “She’s mine, you delusional twit! She gave me something that was clearly important to her, that means she has declared herself to me!” Bela hollered, hissing when Daniela swung her sickle at her. “Bela, you selfish brat, you’re always sucking up to Mother and trying to be better than us at everything, but she told you to share! I am sick and tired of being given the leftovers; sometimes I want the first bite, you know!” Cassandra whines, transforming into a massive ball of insects only to instantly appear by Desdemona’s side. “Cassandra, you know how it is with Bela; we do all the work, and she takes all the credit! Let us humble our dear sister and take what is rightfully ours.” Daniela snarls, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she flicks her gaze over to Desdemona. She licks her lips and moans when she takes in her prey’s scent, her fear sweetening her blood.

Desdemona was at a loss for words the moment Daniela expressed her clear distaste for her sister’s arrogance. It was not only what came out of her mouth that perplexed the human, but it was in the manner of how she complained to Cassandra about Bela. The whole unsettling conversation between the siblings made Desdemona feel like they were ready to tear her apart so they could divide her evenly between the three of them. In hindsight, she probably should not have given any of the sisters a gift if this was going to be the reaction, but had they all been here the other day, maybe she could have given them all a little something to remember her by at the same time. However, this little opportunity could prove to be beneficial should the women begin tearing and clawing at each other rather than her. Maybe this is where they shred each other apart and Desdemona might have a fighting chance at making it out of here after all. She needed to find out where this was going fast and if she was going to need to take cover.

“Daughters, what is the meaning of this? I have bestowed each of you a gift that the three of you were supposed to share and take responsibility for only to have you throw back the kindness I’ve shown you back in my face!” Alcina’s booming voice in dungeon startled everyone in the room. The chamber door clicked open, exposing the rather imposing figure that belonged to Lady Dimitrescu. She scanned the room and glared at her three cowering daughters, carelessly throwing in another body into the room that she had been hauling behind her. Desdemona’s eyes widened in surprise when she recognized Veronica’s limp body curled on the ground.

“You know you’re supposed to take care of your pets and not let them rot in the cellar! Have I not taught you girls any manners or did I overestimate your ability to take care of this human you are all so fond of? Ugh, no matter, I have another task for you girls. You are to assist Karl with a project; he found an abandoned van not too far from the village and was able to tow it back to the castle. We found some of Desdemona’s belongings that I’m sure you all would be interested in.” Alcina said sweetly, smirking when her daughters expressed their delight at embarking on such a quest. Desdemona carefully approached Veronica’s resting form and knelt on the ground beside her, gently lifting her head and placing it on her lap. She gasped aloud when she saw how bruised and broken Veronica appeared, her hair disheveled as her skin was marred with darkened bruises and scars that indicated severe physical trauma. Veronica shifted in place and lifted a shaky hand in the air, her breathing slow and calm when she feels Desdemona’s fingers clasp together with hers.

“What…what happened to you, V? You look like shit.” Desdemona teases, hoping to brighten her best friend’s mood somehow. Veronica smiles at Dezzy’s playful tone and lightly squeezes her hand. Veronica suddenly grimaces and turns her head to her side, her tongue rolling around against her cheek before she spits something out.

‘Wait, did she just spit out a tooth? What did Lady Dimitrescu do to you, Veronica?’ Desdemona sadly thinks to herself as she pulls Veronica closer until she’s settled comfortably on her lap.

“You know me, Dezzy, I don’t know when to shut the fuck up. She wants to break me and I want to irritate her until my very last breath; this relationship is in absolutely no way toxic.” Veronica says, coughing out blood when she tries to laugh through the pain.

“Mother, that loud-mouth with the gross blood is touching our plaything. May we slit her throat and hang her upside down until she bleeds out?” Cassandra asks with a sneer. Daniela is scowling at Veronica and she looks ready to pounce but she somehow manages to refrain from doing so after looking to her mother for any signs of approval. Thankfully, Alcina manages to look annoyed with the request more than anything.

“No, no, you girls will not touch what belongs to me. She was starting to bore me so throwing her in here for a day will allow me to recharge. I will, however, remind you that your new task needs to be done immediately so I suggest you find your dear Uncle Karl and help him with whatever he needs. I will tend to your pet and give her a bath. She and I need to have an important talk regarding your needs.” Alcina states as she glances over to Desdemona cradling her best friend in her arms.

“Mother, if Desdemona needs a bath, I would be more than happy to assist you in all matters that concern my beloved.” Bela offers, beaming when she gazes into Desdemona’s eyes.

The crestfallen expression on Bela’s face after Alcina politely rejects her offer has the other two sisters snickering in the back. Disheartened at the idea of Desdemona being handled in the bath by her mother, Bela disintegrates into a million insects and leaves the space. Her two sisters soon follow when their mother shoots them a knowing look.

Alcina’s attention now falls on Desdemona and the surviving Hawthorne twin feels her heart begin to race. She doesn’t quite know how to act around Lady Dimitrescu and judging by how broken Veronica looked, Desdemona figures she must continue to act submissive and demonstrate manners when she’s spoken to. Until she can come up with a formidable plan to escape the castle with her best friend in tow, Desdemona must continue to get to know Lady Dimitrescu and her three daughters better. She’ll eventually figure out what their weaknesses are by playing the long game.

“I guess I better get going, V. Please feel better soon and you know, try not to die.” Desdemona says as she places a gentle kiss on her friend’s forehead.

Veronica scoffs and bats away at her in response.

“I can’t make any promises I can’t keep. You just do you until you know, find something worth finding out about and tell me all about it. Oh, and Dezzy,” Veronica says quietly as she watches her best friend cautiously approach Lady Dimitrescu, who had been observing their interaction with curiosity. “let it be known that you have the worst fucking luck in the world with women. Take care of yourself, yeah?”

Desdemona sighs at that and offers her friend a knowing smile. She’d spent most of her life being attracted to heterosexual women or women who were emotionally unavailable to her; she didn’t think she’d ever cross the line of the usual types she’s typically drawn to but here she was fighting for survival as a trio of dangerous vampires decided to lay their claim on her.

Des dares to look up at Alcina, who unfortunately had already been staring at her, and she gulps, picking up the pace to keep up with Lady Dimitrescu’s rather large strides. For the most part, Alcina does not engage in much conversation unless she felt the need to point something out about the mansion.

When they enter one of the guest bathrooms, Desdemona can’t help but be a little impressed at Lady Dimitrescu’s design choices. The exquisitely polished gold marble flooring stood out the most as two sinks lined up on both sides of the room, the cherry wood cabinets complimenting both the granite countertops and the glossy tile backsplash. Desdemona had to begrudgingly admit that Lady Dimitrescu had impeccable taste, her jaw dropping at the sight of a large bathtub sitting upon a platform in the center of the room.

Alcina wasted no time in stripping Desdemona of her ratty clothes after she had run enough hot water for her in the tub. The steam and warmth of the water was nearly enough to send Desdemona into a state of relaxation but then she remembered Alcina wanted to have an important discussion with her in private.

“You know as well as I do that I do not care for humans. Your life has no meaning to me and should I wish to, I could cut you open at any given moment and offer any remaining part of you to the pigs after my daughters and I are through feasting on your corpse. The only reason you are being kept alive is because my daughters are growing fond of you. They’ve ever only known the company of family and the maidens they occasionally feed on so to see a blossoming…relationship between one of my daughters and her plaything is quite remarkable.”

Desdemona doesn’t dare say a thing as Alcina gently lifts her arms to scrub them. The word “relationship” is being tossed around so casually that it makes her wonder if any of these women knew what love was or if any of them were capable of forming attachments to other people.

When the smaller woman doesn’t reply, Alcina grips the back of Desdemona’s head and yanks it back so she could growl in her ear.

“You shall treat all my daughters as equals, pet. You will not favor one over the other two and you will do whatever it takes to keep them happy if you know what’s good for you. I care about my daughters and their happiness and if that means keeping you alive, you better damn well appreciate the gift I’m giving you by allowing you serve them. You shall spoil them, love them and show them affection because if word gets out that you’ve been a naughty little human that’s broken any of their hearts, I will gut you alive.”

Desdemona feels her fists clench and unclench underneath the bath water at the mention of being gutted alive. A tear runs down her cheek at the disturbing memory of her twin brother’s bowels piling on the floor as Veronica’s screams echoed in the back of her mind. It was horrifying having to relive that particular memory over and over again.

‘You should tell her how much you hate her for killing Desmond. Stop being a pussy and stand up for yourself! Who cares if she beats you!? She murdered Desmond, you should be fighting tooth and nail for your freedom the way Veronica has been doing.’

With a shaky voice, Desdemona swallows her pride and nods in acquiescence to Lady Dimitrescu’s requests.

“I understand, my Lady. I will do whatever it takes to ensure that their needs are fulfilled and that they remain happy under my care.” Desdemona says after a tense moment.

Alcina smiles and releases the grip she had on the smaller girl’s head.

“Good, I’m glad we were able to clear that up like reasonable adults. After I’m done tidying you up, you will spend the night with Cassandra in her room. She has been upset ever since Bela told my other girls how you’d given her a phone full of pictures of you. For your sake, I sure do hope you plan on making it up to both Cassandra and Daniela; they’re starting to feel neglected.” Alcina tells her with a wicked smile on her face and Desdemona has to stop herself from groaning out loud.

She doesn’t necessarily have a plan to appease both Cassandra and Daniela but spending the night with Cassandra was a great starting point. It didn’t help matters that she was absolutely terrified of the sadistic vampire but perhaps it wouldn’t take much to charm her.

After the somewhat relaxing bath, Desdemona was left to her own devices to explore the mansion under the watchful eyes of Alcina. Cassandra’s bedroom wasn’t too far off from the hallway she was currently wandering through but the silence that followed her throughout the castle was still quite eerie. Desdemona’s hand reached for the golden doorknob in front of her when her ears are filled with uncontrollable giggling. She squeezes the knob and slightly turns it only to swat away at a few insects buzzing around her. Desdemona looks to her left and then to her right; there’s nothing on either side of her and so she takes a deep breath, wondering if she was slowly losing her mind the longer she stayed in the castle.

Opening the door, the next thing she sees is a black shadow with glistening white teeth lunging at her. “Rawr!”

Desdemona shouts and jumps back until she hits the wall behind her, her hand clutching at her chest as she tries to steady her heavy breathing. She’s not sure if she should be relieved to see that it was just Cassandra laughing at her reaction to the stupid jump scare but at least she wasn’t in immediate danger…maybe.

“Oh, you should see the look on your face – it’s priceless! Mmm, and just listening to the sound of your heart rapidly beating in your chest is lovely music to my ears. Fear thickens your blood and the thicker the blood, the sweeter it is.” Cassandra tells her, laughter now subsiding as she stands awkwardly in the doorway.

“Is there a reason you came to visit little ol’ me or did you get lost on your way to find Bela?” Cassandra spits out Bela’s name with disdain and Desdemona knew she had to convince Alcina’s daughters that they all meant something to her, but she had to treat them all as equals as well.

“I came to see you, actually. I wanted to spend some time with you and get to know you better since we got off the wrong foot at the beginning of all this.” Desdemona says uncertainly, peering over Cassandra’s shoulders to see if there was something she could work with if she managed to convince her to let her in.

Cassandra gives her a once over, her eyes lingering on certain parts of Desdemona longer than most and relents.

“I do have a few questions about some of your belongings my dear Uncle Karl found in that hideous vehicle of yours. Now, I do occasionally dabble in the arts myself but these palettes you brought with you are utterly useless and too shiny for my liking! Explain this to me!” Cassandra exclaims as she leads a befuddled Desdemona into her room which was surprisingly ordinary considering the woman’s personality.

Desdemona was about to ask what she meant by shiny when her mouth suddenly hangs open at the sight of several expensive makeup palettes thrown and scattered about. Cassandra picks up a broken Pat McGrath eyeshadow palette and attempts to dip one of her makeup brushes in one of the colors and draws a sloppy line against the canvas she had set up on an easel in front of her.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, she’s trying to paint using your one hundred-and twenty-five-dollar eyeshadow palette.’ Desdemona thinks, desperately trying hard not to cry at the loss of something so precious to her.

Desdemona rolls her lips as she recognizes one of her favorite Morphe makeup brushes lying broken in half across the other side of the room. Cassandra had gone through her makeup bag and successfully destroyed at least a few hundred dollars worth of product. If survival wasn’t a big priority right now, Desdemona would have a mental breakdown over this. For now, she’ll be happy to take a rain check.

“So, I love your enthusiasm, Cassandra, and your idea to paint on a canvas using my makeup is really…creative. How about I show you how to do your makeup with what’s left?” Desdemona asks as she picks up a relatively intact kit that Cassandra paid no mind to.

Cassandra tilts her head in confusion.

“Why would I need makeup? You’re disgusted by the sight of me, aren’t you? I know I’m not as pretty or as smart as Bela, but you don’t need to go around telling me what I don’t already know!” Cassandra screeches, her hands wrapping around Desdemona’s neck and slamming her to the nearest wall. When Cassandra begins to apply a deadly amount of pressure, Desdemona had to act quickly.

“I-I just wanted to spend time with you, Cassandra! You’re beautiful without makeup, but seeing how much you like art, I thought you’d appreciate it a different way!” Desdemona manages to say, nearly coughing up a lung when Cassandra releases her.

The dark-haired woman eyes Desdemona suspiciously but she motions for the smaller girl to continue.

“I just thought maybe you’d want to partake in an activity we both would enjoy. It’s intimate and it would just be our thing, something that no one would take away from us. You’re already gorgeous, Cassandra, but this is a thing we could do for fun. Just you and me doing each other’s makeup...and maybe after we’ve gotten to know each other better, maybe we can just do each other.” Desdemona continues as she tries to double down on her flirtatiousness. She bats her eyelashes at Cassandra and her fingers begin to twirl the ends of her long, wavy dark brown hair.

Cassandra inhales Desdemona’s scent and rolls her eyes to the back of her head as if her blood were truly intoxicating in that moment. “Okay, I’ll let you do my makeup, Little One. Just…hurry up and let’s get to the part where we get to know each other better. I can’t wait to eat you all up once you let me, my pretty little plaything.” Cassandra whispers into Desdemona’s ear, her tongue leaving a wet trail from the nape of her neck to her collarbone. She enjoys the way the smaller girl shudders against her.

“R-right, let’s sit on your bed for a minute. I have some ideas and I’ll need your input. Your opinion is extremely important to me.” Des tells Cassandra, emphasizing how much she valued Cassandra’s contributions to their playdate activity, and it seemed to boost Cassandra’s ego.

Twenty minutes later after Desdemona had helped Cassandra clean her face, Desdemona straddled Cassandra and set herself to work on Lady Dimitrescu’s most insecure daughter. The smaller brunette was leaning closely over Cassandra and it was nearly too much for Cassandra’s senses. She was steadily growing impatient but there was something fascinating in the way Desdemona looked as she began doing her makeup. She looked focused, determined and when she fixed her brilliant gray eyes into Cassandra’s, there was a playfulness in the way she smiled at her. Cassandra felt her heart squeeze at the beautiful sight of her human sitting so peacefully atop of her. She did not want to ruin this moment but Cassandra hates holding back, whether its her feelings on something or when she’s out in the wilderness hunting, she needed to voice her thoughts.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met and I’m glad you got lost in our village. I’ve met all sorts of pretty maidens but they were all so boring and rude, always screaming at the sight of us and running away from us when we wanted to play hide and seek. Your blood is so tempting, I want to bite into your neck and rip out your throat but…this, spending time like this with anyone outside of my family is nice. You’re so sweet it makes me want to taste you, but you also make me want to be around you more in a way that doesn’t involve killing, maiming, or torture, if that makes sense.” Cassandra blurts out in a rush, her cheeks glowing pink underneath the dim light of the torches in her room.

Desdemona pauses and takes a moment to let all that sink in. Cassandra is adorably awkward, or that’s how she would describe her if she weren’t also an intimidating immortal vampire that could snap her neck at the drop of a hat. Cassandra didn’t like the long awkward pause that formed between them, so she begins digging her sharp nails into Desdemona’s thighs and the smaller girl reacts.

‘Des, you need to stab her in the eye while she’s vulnerable or if she’s really a vampire, try stabbing her in the heart! Kill her, kill her the way they so ruthlessly killed your brother and be done with it. Fight your way out of here, goddamn it!’ Desdemona’s thoughts were overwhelming her and as much as she wanted to fight the creatures that were responsible for her brother’s death and Veronica’s misery, she knew she had to discourage such thoughts from frequently forming in her mind. This game couldn’t be won if she gave in to her baser desires.

“Is your tongue coated in honey, Cassandra? I’m a little embarrassed to admit this but no one has said such lovely things to me before. It makes me want to kiss you.” Desdemona flirts as she brings her hips down against Cassandra, causing the other woman to moan aloud at the intense contact she felt between them. “So…what’s holding you back? Kiss me!” Cassandra demanded, her hands snaking underneath Desdemona’s blouse as her hands explored every inch of skin that she had access to. Desdemona accidentally lets out a moan of her own and freezes, her hands finding Cassandra’s and pinning them above her head. Cassandra liked this darker side of Desdemona, it meant that they could play rough in the bedroom and her plaything would like it. This would be the last and only time Desdemona would top her though.

“I told you, you need to let me finish your makeup and then we’ll get to the fun stuff. Patience is a virtue.” Desdemona says, laughing when Cassandra huffs and crosses her arms in displeasure. The smaller girl bites her lip when she thinks to herself how cute Cassandra seemed but the thought quickly vanishes when images of Desmond’s bloodied corpse enters her mind again.

This was going to be a long game indeed.

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part Forty

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: TW - Mentions of past abuse! Angst. Fluff. Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“It’s good to see you, Y/N. How was your trip to England?”

“It was incredible! Would you like to see some pictures?” You say to Dr. Mara

“Sure.” You show her a few. “That is incredible.” She squints at you. “You look a little tired.”

“Long couple of days. Went out drinking a few times. Harry and I, uh, had sex when we were in London.”

“Wow, how do you feel?”

“Great! I’m really happy we waited as long as we did, but I’m also really happy to be so close with him now.”

“Any flashes?”

“Yeah, during the first time. But it didn’t happen until the end…it was scary in the moment, but I was fine after.”

“How often have you been active since then?”

“Just about every day, sometimes it’s multiple times a day. It’s been fun.” You smile. “We’re really exploring each other. I’ve been feeling like my old self lately.”

“So…what’s getting at you today? Is it him living with you?”

“No, I love that we’re living together. That transition has been relatively smooth.” You look away then back to her. “He keeps bringing up doing me from behind.”

“Oh.” Her face falls.

“Yeah.”

“He doesn’t know that’s how…”

“No. And I can’t bring myself to explain it. He just wanted to have a conversation yesterday and I blew up at him. The day just got worse and I had a panic attack.”

“I’m so sorry dear.”

“I felt better this morning, but I know I hurt him last night too. I didn’t let him hold me while we slept.”

“You two usually hold each other?”

“We usually fall asleep cuddling in some fashion, yeah. We usually wake up that way too. I just didn’t want to be touched last night though, everything was running through my head.”

“That’s understandable.”

“I just can’t bring myself to do that yet, it seems stupid because we’re having sex now.”

“I don’t think it’s stupid. That’s a very vulnerable position to be in, regardless of what happened to you.”

��I know he’d be careful with me.” You look down at your hands. “I can tell he tries his hardest to hold back. I can tell he just wants to pound into me…I feel like when we’re doing it we’re not fully able to let go and be ourselves because we’re both afraid of something bad happening.”

“Would you prefer to have aggressive sex?”

“It’s not that I want it to be aggressive, but I would like to get to a point where I can tell him to fuck me, and he just fucks me! It doesn’t always need to be sweet, does it? I just want to be a normal fucking person!” Tears start to well up. You grab a tissue not wanting to mess your makeup up. You still had to go back to work after this.

“Y/N, no need to get worked up, alright? There is nothing wrong with you.” She smiles warmly at you. You take a deep breath.

“I feel like every step forward I take, it’s two steps back.” You look at her. “I’m gonna have to tell him, aren’t I?”

“You should only do what feels comfortable, but good communication can go a long way. I hope you know you have made a tremendous amount of progress, and you should be proud of yourself.” She looks down then back at you. “I’m going to propose something, but it’s entirely up to you.

“Alright.”

“If you get to a point where you want to tell him, but you’d like some extra support, I want you to know you can bring him here with you. But only if you feel comfortable with that.”

“Okay, I’ll, um, think about it.”

You think over everything on your way back to work. You scarf down your lunch quick at your desk. You see a note, it was from Harry. Came to surprise you, but you were out. Hope you have a good day. I love you. You sigh and smile. You tuck the note inside your desk. You decide to print the photo of him kissing you on your cheek. You dig out another frame you had and put it in. You stick the photo next to the other one you had of him.

Niall knocks on your door. There was a project he needed to go over with you.

“Got it, I’ll get right on it.”

“Thanks.”

“Listen, I’m sorry I snapped earlier.”

“I shouldn’t have pried.”

“Harry stopped by.”

“Yeah, I saw him.” He makes a strange face. “I made him tell me what happened.”

“Niall! Jesus fucking Christ!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

“And let me guess, you told him?” He blinks at you. “That wasn’t your information to give him!”

“I’m so sorry, I was upset with him for what he did, and-“

“You don’t need to be upset with him! You’re not the one fucking him, I am, okay? This doesn’t concern you!”

“Everything okay in here?” One of the older women pops her head in.

“Everything’s fine. Niall are we done here?”

“Yeah.” He gets ups and leaves. You wanted to slam your door shut, but you knew that would be unprofessional.

You didn’t say goodbye to him before you left for the day. You had never been so annoyed with Niall. He tried to catch you before you left, but he just missed you. You drove to the apartment fuming, but trying to calm yourself. Excited to see what the place actually looked like.

“M’girlfriend should be here any minute. She’s usually the early one.” Harry says to the realtor outside the apartment. “I know it’s cold, sorry.”

“Not a problem, sure there’s traffic.” Harry sees your car pull up, you find a parking spot, and get out.

“Hi, sorry.” You kiss Harry on the cheek. You look unpleasant. “I’m Y/N.” You shake the realtor’s hand.

“Shall we?”

You and Harry follow the man inside. It’s a really nice lobby. You can see all of the mailboxes on the wall.

“Wow, there’s a lobby attendant here?” You say.

“Yes. There are a lot of elderly folks here, it’s a peace of mind thing. There’s often a doorman as well. In fact there was an elderly couple in this place before, but they recently moved to Florida.”

You follow him into the elevator. The apartment is on the fifth floor. The realtor unlocks the door and guides you in. There’s a hallway, similar to the one you have now, only there was a beautiful hardwood floor, looked newly refinished. There was a coat closet. You both step further in and see a large living room.

“Harry look!” You point to a gas fireplace. “We could put the TV above the fireplace, and the sofa could go here.” You gesture. He smiles and nods.

“The kitchen is closed off, but over here would be a formal dining area.”

“Oh! I like the idea of that. Much easier for dinner parties.” You push through a door and go into the kitchen. Yours and Harry’s jaws drop.

There were granite countertops, new cabinets, and stainless steel appliances. There was a small island similar to yours.

“Plenty of room for both of us in here.” You look around a little. “Everything is so new.”

“Place was renovated after they moved out. They were here for over thirty years.”

“Wow!” You take Harry’s hand.

“Ready to see the rest?” You go back out to the living room. “Let’s start with the loft, just up the spiral staircase. This is where the bonus room is.”

The three of you carefully go up the staircase. You and Harry walk around the small area. It could easily fit both of your desks and all of his equipment.

“Harry you could almost make this your studio if you wanted.”

“You’d be okay with having clients come here?”

“Sure, why not?” You shrug.

The three of you go back down the stairs, and go down a hallway.

“So here’s the hall bath, it’s a full bath that has jack and jill doors for the guest room.”

“It’s a great size, glad it’s a tub shower.” You both check out the guest room. It could easily fit Harry’s bed and other bedroom furniture.

“And here’s the master.” The realtor opens the door for you.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim. “Pardon me.” You giggle. Your eyes grow wider with every step you take.

The room was absolutely huge. There were two closets so you and Harry wouldn’t have to share anymore. You could easily fit a king sized bed down the road if you both wanted. The ensuite bathroom had a beautiful tile on the floor.

“Harry look, two sinks!” You say excitedly. Your jaw drops again when you see the shower. “It’s just like the one in London!”

“Yeah, no kidding. And there’s still a tub in here too, that’s good.”

“Oh I love it.”

“Why don’t you take a few minutes to chat in here, I’ll be in the kitchen.” The realtor leaves.

“What do you think? You’ve been quiet.”

“Just takin’ it all in. It’s a great place.”

“It’s incredible! I could really see us living here babe.” You smile at him.

“Me too. Seems like a great fit for us. That loft alone would be a big help.”

“What do you think, should we put an application in?”

“I think we should.” You hug him excitedly.

You meet the realtor in the kitchen, and tell him you’d like to apply. He gives you a form and a pen.

“Has anyone else inquired?” Harry asks as you fill out your portion.

“Not yet. You two found this place at a good time, not many people willing to move in the middle of the winter.”

“Here Harry.” You hand him the paper and pen. “So how long will it be until we know?”

“Well, the landlord will want to do a credit check and all that. In the meantime, make sure you have first, last, and the security deposit ready to go.” You nod along. “Should be able to tell you in a couple of weeks most likely.”

“Here you are.” Harry hands him the finished paperwork.

“Wonderful, thank you both so much.”

“Thank you!” You say.

“I’ll walk you both out.”

The three of reach the street. You both shake his hand again, and go to your separate cars. You can’t wait to get out of your work clothes when you get home.

“Want some of the leftover curry f’dinner? I can heat it up.”

“Sure.” You say walking into the bedroom. You come back out wearing pajama pants and a sweatshirt. Harry hands you a bowl, and you sit down at the island. “Thanks babe.”

He sits down next to you. You both exchange small talk while you eat.

“Did you see I stopped by today?”

“Yeah.” You smile. “That was nice of you.”

“How was Dr. Mara?”

“Good, it was a good session. I really shouldn’t go during my lunch, I was sort of worked up today, but she helped me.” Your phone starts to buzz. It’s Niall calling. You roll your eyes.

“You’re not going to answer?”

“No, I’m mad at him.”

“Why?” You drop your fork and look at him.

“You know why.” Harry bites his bottom lip. “I know he told you, because he told me he told you. It wasn’t his information to give out.” Harry goes to open his mouth. “And I’m not ready to talk about it yet. I know we need to, but I just can’t right now.” There’s a knock at your door. “That son of a bitch. I don’t want to see him right now.”

Harry gets up and opens the door, it was Niall. He blocks him from going further into the front hall.

“Would ya let me in?”

“She said she didn’t want to see you. Surprisingly enough, she doesn’t seem mad at me anymore, so I’d like to not rock the boat.”

“You’re wrong, I am still mad at you, but I’m choosing to let it go because you didn’t understand fully what was happening.” You say with arms crossed leaning against the wall. “Why are you here?” You squint at Niall.

“I tried to talk to you before you left, but I missed you.”

“Had an apartment to look at.”

“How was it?” You scoff. “Y/N, I’m really sorry okay?”

“You do this all the time! You tell other people things about me because you’re trying to protect me or some shit. It’s enough! I get it you two are best friends, but he’s my boyfriend, and I get to choose what information about my life he gets to know.”

“I’m your best friend too.” His eyes start to tear up. So do yours. “I love you Y/N, I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“I love you too Niall, but you two can’t run to each other every time one of us is upset about something. You need to let him and I work through whatever it is. Or if we want to talk to you about it, let us come to you, don’t pry for the gossip.” Harry’s a little taken back at how loosely the two of you just threw around I love yous. He wonders when you two first said that to each other.

“I’m sorry, I just got upset when he told me what he said, and I thought back to that day I came to your place and you…” He was full on crying and so were you. You walk over to him and you throw your arms around each other. Harry stands there awkwardly. “I can’t bare the thought of you bein’ mad at me.” He whispers.

“When it comes to what happened to me, can you just…not?” You look at him and he nods. “Okay, thank you.” You let go of him.

“Are we okay?”

“Yeah.” You smile and wipe your face.

“Don’t be too hard on the lad, he means well.” You look over at Harry and roll your eyes. You decide you’re going to start doing it even more because you know it annoys him.

“Mhm.”

“Well…I’ll get goin’. I just came by to make things better. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” You hug again. “See ya mate.”

“Bye.” Harry waves him off. You look at your boyfriend and roll your eyes again. He follows you back to the kitchen. You both sit back down to finish eating. “You’ve certainly gotten into a habit of doin’ that.”

“Doing what?”

“Rollin’ your bloody eyes at me.”

“My bloody eyes.” You mimic his accent and laugh. “I really don’t notice when I’m doing it.”

“Highly doubt that, love.” He sighs. “Are ya still mad at me, really? I feel terrible about everything. I really am sorry for upsetting you.”

“I just want you to listen to me when I say I don’t want to talk about something, okay?”

“I will.”

“I don’t want you to be afraid to talk to me about things, but I thought after the first two times I said no you would’ve gotten the hint.”

“I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not.” You put a hand over his. “I know it’s, um, a really nice way to have sex, I just am not in a place where I feel safe doing it that way. And it’s not that I don’t feel safe with you…I just need to be able to look at you while we’re doing it. I don’t know where my mind will wander if I can’t see you.”

“Alright, makes sense.” He rubs his thumb over the top of your hand.

“What do you say we crack open that oat milk ice cream we got?”

“I hope it tastes good.” He chuckles.

“It’s cookies and cream flavor, bet it’ll be great.” You grab the carton out of the freezer and grab two spoons while Harry cleans up the bowls from dinner. You gesture to have him follow you to the couch.

You grab the remote and turn Chopped on. You loved Tuesdays on the Food Network. You both dig in to the ice cream.

“Mm, this is good.”

“Yeah! I’m surprised, honestly.” Harry says. “You know what’s crazy, we just put an application in for our very own place.”

“I’m so excited, I loved that place so much. There was so much space.”

“Yeah, I like that there’s some room to grow if need be.” He says looking at the TV. You choke on your ice cream. “Jesus, you alright?” He rubs your back as you swallow.

“What do you mean room to grow?” He blinks at you. He realizes he said an inside thought out loud.

“Um…just like if we got a dog down the line.” You squint at him, you knew he wasn’t being entirely truthful. “Plenty of room for a small dog to scamp around.”

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about having kids some day, but you were only twenty-four. You were in no rush to care for a baby when you could barely take care of yourself. You knew Harry loved babies, but it was way too soon to start talking about any of that. Was it something he was already thinking about?

“Right, that’s what I thought you meant.” You turn your attention back to the TV.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you too.” You nudge him. He puts an arm around you.

“Fuckin’ Ted.” He points his spoon at the TV. “He’s always gettin’ in the way! They only have twenty minutes mate!” You laugh hysterically. “It’s true!”

“I know! That’s why it’s so funny.” You take another bite of ice cream. “And that idiot over there doesn’t know how to properly grill pork, it’s gonna be dry.”

“Should’ve ground it up and fried it into fritters or something.”

“I agree.” You snuggle into him.

“M’gonna put this away, alright?” You nod. He puts the carton back in the freezer and gets back on the couch. “Would you lay on me?”

“Mhm.” You smile.

He lays on his back, head resting against the arm rest, you lay your head on his stomach, and lay your body between his legs. One hand laces in your hair, and rubs your scalp gently, the other hand rests on your back. He felt so happy to have your weight on him. He missed you so much last night.

“I missed you last night.” He says quietly. You look up at him. “Never gonna make ya that mad at me again, I swear.” You prop yourself up and kiss him.

“Wanna go make up?” You give him your bedroom eyes, and he picks you up immediately.

He turns the TV off, and carries you into the bedroom. You giggle when you sets you down and yanks your sweatshirt up of your head. His head goes right between your breasts, planting kisses where he sees fit. His mouth wraps around one of your nipples and your head rolls back. He twists your piercing with his teeth and you groan. He lifts you slightly and puts you on the bed. He leans up and takes his shirt off. Your hands trace over the butterfly. His skin was hypnotic. He pulls your pants down, and parts your legs. He kisses you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, then lets it go as he kisses down your neck, chest, and stomach. He sinks his teeth into your lower stomach and leaves a pretty decent bruise behind.

His mouth finds your clit next. Your hips buck up at the contact. His tongue flicks it a few times before he nibbles on you. Your hands go for his hair as you get lost in the feeling. His thumb replaces his mouth, and his tongue licks a stripe up your center. He hear him moan while he licks all around you. His tongue goes up inside you and you let out a moan of his name. You tasted amazing. Harry felt like he had been neglecting this side of things since you had started actually having sex. He could kick himself, why on earth would he deprive either of you of this?

“Harry.” You grind against his tongue. “Please fuck me.”

“Not yet.” He says bringing his mouth back to your clit, and inserting his middle finger in you. You pull hard on his hair. You want to clamp your legs together, but he uses his other hand to keep you spread apart.

His fingers curl up, and makes that come here motion deep inside you. Your head falls back into the pillow. You loved the way his tongue worked over your clit as his fingers hit that special spot inside.

“Shit, Harry.” Your back starts arching. “Harry.” You mean. “Harry!” You come all over his fingers, and your back arches completely off the bed. He slowly pumps in and out of you as you grind against him, riding out your high. “Fuck.” You say breathlessly.

He sits up and takes his own pants and boxers off. Dick throbbing and leaking for you. You grab at him, and rub your thumb over his leaking tip. You move him to lay down, and shuffle between his legs. You wrap your lips around his tip. You wanted to return the favor. His hips push up, and you take more of him into your warm mouth. You let go of him with a popping noise.

“Love the way you taste babe.” You say.

He grabs you and puts you back on your back. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist. He kisses you, sticking his tongue in your mouth as he pushes into you. He swallows your gasp.

“So fuckin tight, angel. Feels amazing.” He says into your neck before sucking the skin into his mouth.

“Love the way you fill me up, Harry.” He wasn’t going to last long with the way you were talking. “Don’t you think I should be on top?” You say into his ear. He leans up to look at you. “I mean, I think you should be teased a little for being so bad.”

“That so?” He smirks.

“Mhm.”

He rolls you both over so you’re on top of him.

“Don’t move until I say.” You grip the headboard, and slowly grind up and down on him. His hands slide up and down your thighs as he watches you ride him. His fingers dig into your hips, trying his best not to just thrust up into you. “Feels so good.” You say throwing your head back. You dip your hand down and rub your clit as you continue to grind against him slowly.

“Fuck, Y/N, please let me move.”

“Not yet.” You two had a habit of using your previous words against each other. Your breathing got faster as you could feel yourself getting close. You bite your bottom lip and close your eyes. “Shit.” You moan. You keep grinding against him, and look down with a smirk. “Alright, go ahead.”

Harry grips your ass and thrusts up into you causing you to gasp. You lean down on him and clutch at his shoulders as he fucks you. All of a sudden you’re on your back again, and the sound of skin slapping skin fills the air. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. He grinds into you and you moan loudly.

“You like that?” He smirks.

“Mhm.”

He fucks you like this for a few minutes, then drops your leg and comes down closer to you, crashing his lips to yours. You rake your nails down his stomach. His hands knead your breasts, one sliding up to your throat. Only lightly adding pressure like the other night.

“Just wanna remind ya of somethin’.” He says into your ear, nipping at your lobe. “You can take control whenever ya want.” His other hand reaches down for your clit and pinches it. Your back arches up in response. “But I’m the one in charge.”

He rubs on you quickly as he thrusts so deep tears come to your eyes. Between that and his words in your ear, you knew you’d be close again soon. He feels you tighten around him and your legs shake. You were sensitive now, but he didn’t let up.

“Fuck, Harry!”

“That’s it baby girl, come for me.” Your toes curl and your nails dig into his back, sure to leave marks. He groans into your neck.

“Fuck.” You say as your body goes limp around him.

He keeps going in and out of you, and you fully wrap your legs around him. He’s propped up with one arm, and his other reaches for your hand, you intertwine you’re your fingers. He brings it to the side your head. It was such a small act, but it turned you on so much.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” He says into your ear.

“I love you too. I love the way you make me feel, inside and out.” He nips at your jaw.

His thrusts start to get sloppier and quicker. He’s coming to his own release. You hear him moan your name a few times as he shoots up inside you. He collapses on top of you. You plant kisses to his forehead and run your hands through his sweaty hair.

He pulls out of you slowly and you wince from your sensitivity. You get up slowly and use the bathroom.

“Oh wow.” You say to yourself.

You didn’t realize how hard he had fucked you. You brush your teeth and wash your face. You smile at him as you open the door. He goes in to do his thing. You put on the t-shirt he had been wearing earlier, wanting to be fully encompassed with his scent. You crawl into bed, and scroll on your phone. He comes out a few minutes later.

“Shit, it’s late.” He says looking at the clock.

“S’only 10:30.”

“We’re usually in bed by now.” He chuckles. “When did we get so old?”

“Nothing about what we just did makes me feel old, speak for yourself grandpa.” He pretends to be offended.

“If I’m grandpa what do you think that makes you?”

“The young girlfriend that your kids tell you to dump because I’m only after your money.”

“I knew it!” You both giggle. “C’mere, love.” He opens his arms for you, and you lay on his chest. He sighs happily, playing with your hair.

“Mm, I love when you do that, feels so nice.” You close your eyes and listen to his gentle heartbeat.

You absolutely do not want to get up when you hear your alarm go off. Nor could you because Harry somehow had rolled on top of your body. You were starting to think you needed to set up a camera in the room just to see what he does in his sleep. You were a sweaty mess and you needed to shower. You turn your alarm off, and rub your eyes. You try to move, careful not wake him, but Harry’s hands grip at your sides.

“Five more minutes.” He says into your chest. You giggle.

“I have to shower.”

“But you’re soooo cozy.” He whines. You run your hands through his hair.

“Babe, please let me get up.” You coo.

“Can I shower with you?”

“Yes, but I can’t be in there long.”

He lets you up, and you throw your hair up into a bun on the top of your head. You didn’t have the energy to wash it. It was still pretty fresh from the salon. Harry was a sleepy boy this morning. He mostly just kept his arms around you while you washed yourself. You washed his back and chest for him. He woke up a little while you scrubbed his head for him. He kisses you before you both get out.

You throw a simple dress and boots on. You decide to keep your hair up in a bun, but you adjust it so it looks a little nicer, pulling some pieces out to frame your face. You put on some makeup, and grab a scarf to cover your neck with. You pack your gym bag as well before going out to see Harry in the kitchen making smoothies.

“Thank you sweetie.”

“Sure thing.”

“M’going to the gym after work. I’ll probably be home around six.”

“Okay, I might be home later than that. Gotta lot to do today.”

“Alright, I can make something for dinner then.” You smile and kiss him on the cheek. He grabs your wrist as you turn around. “What?”

“S’all I get for a goodbye kiss?” You giggle and press yourself against him. You give him a good kiss. “Mm, thank you.” He hums. “Can I come see ya at lunch today?”

“Sure! I’d love that.”

“Have a good day, love.”

“You too.” You grab your lunch out of the fridge, throw your coat on, and head out the door.

A coffee is waiting for you on your desk when you get there. You grab it and go down the hall to thank Niall.

“Good morning.” You say to him.

“Hey there.” He smiles at you. “You’ve been wearin’ a lot scarves lately.” He smirks.

“Yeah…it’s the only thing that covers these up.” You move it to the side to show him.

“Jesus. Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Sometimes.” You shrug. “But, not in a bad way.” You blush slightly.

“You two work everythin’ out?”

“Mhm…I still haven’t explained everything, but I told him when I felt ready I’d tell him.”

“Good. Sorry again.”

“Don’t mention it. Let’s move on.” You smile.

“Tell me about the apartment.”

“It’s beautiful! Gigantic too. We put an application in.”

“That’s great!”

“Yup, you know you and I need to plan a night for the two of us to get together. I haven’t even been able to tell you everything about England yet.” He frowns.

“I…don’t know if I can do that.”

“Why not?” You sit down. He sighs and looks at you.

“Well, on top of everything else last night, Sarah got mad at me.”

“About what?”

“I was like thirty minutes late to our plans…which were at my place.”

“Why were you late?”

“Because I wanted to make things right with you. She was pissed because she sat out waiting in her car because I haven’t given her a key or anythin’. She wasn’t thrilled when I told her I was at your place.” You roll your eyes. You knew Sarah had a tendency to get jealous, and make mountains out of mole hills. “She doesn’t really want me hanging out alone anymore. Says we have plenty of alone time at work.”

“What?! That’s ridiculous Niall. This.” You gesture between the two of you. “Is completely different than getting to hang outside of work.” You take a sip of your coffee. “So she’s basically telling you that you can’t be friends with me anymore?”

“I don’t know…but I don’t wanna rock the boat. I really like her, it’s been a while since I felt this way about someone.”

“Do you two love each other?”

“I’ve fallen for her yeah.”

“Do you think she’s the one?”

“Why are you askin’ me somethin’ like that?”

“Because it seems pretty fucking stupid to stop being friends with someone for a person you’re not even in love with.”

“Not everyone moves as fast as you and Harry you know? She could be the one. And I’m not stoppin’ bein’ friends with ya, we just need to lay low for a bit, til she cools off.”

“Fuck that.”

“You can’t say anythin’ t’her or she’ll get mad at me.”

“Niall, I fucking introduced the two of you, she’s not going to get away with this.” You groan. “Why does this always happen to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Anytime I have a guy friend their girlfriends always end up telling them to stop talking to me. It happened to me all the time in high school.”

“She didn’t tell me I couldn’t talk to you, she just doesn’t want me hanging out with you one on one for a while. And I wasn’t really in a position to justify anythin’. I wanna keep seein’ where this goes with her.”

You roll your eyes and sigh.

“I’m going to start the day, thanks for the coffee.”

Harry showed up for lunch just like he said he would. You hear a knock on the outside of your door.

“Hey you!” You say excitedly. “C’mon in, close the door.” You get up and greet him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Need t’heat this up love.”

“Oh! You’re right. I’ll go bring these to the break room for us, hang tight.”

You leave to go to the break room. You see Niall sitting, waiting for you.

“Sorry, I forgot to mention Harry came for lunch. Probably shouldn’t eat together anyways.” You say putting your food in the microwave.

“Jesus, is this how it’s gonna be?”

“Not until you set her straight. If you don’t I will.”

“But what if she-“

“Niall, if this is something you two break up over, then it wasn’t meant to be. Harry doesn’t have a problem with us being friends, why should she?” He sighs. “You know I’m right.”

“Yeah, I know.” You put your hand on his shoulder, then leave with the food.

You go back into your office, and close the door behind you. You sit next to Harry and hand him his food.

“How’s your day so far baby?” You ask him.

“Good, busy already. Happy I could break away to see ya.”

“Me too.”

“This is such a good lunch, thanks again for makin’ it f’me.”

“You’re welcome my love.” His heart flutters.

“Come sit with me.” You giggle and sit on his lap.

“This is all the affection I can show you in here.” You coo.

“I know, just wanna feel ya on me.” He nuzzles into your chest. You stroke your hands through his hair.

You loved when he was like this. Just your cuddly boy.

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cap-winter-barnes · 4 years ago

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Dessert Sounds Good - Bucky Barnes x Reader (2/2)

Okay lovely people, here is the second part to Dessert Sounds Good. Not quite sure where I was intending on going with this bit, was a rollercoaster to write. So here you have a bit of angst, a bit of fluff and a whole lot of Bucky.

@amisutcliff thank you again for requesting this to start with.

Warnings: none, unless you count sad Bucky?

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You can find Part 1 here

Retreating into the kitchen, you place the empty dinner plates onto the counter, leaving them for you to clean afterwards. Your cheeks are still flushed as you pace the tiled floor. You check to make sure you are out of Bucky’s view as you rush to the sink, running the cold tap. Cupping your hands together, you splash your face with the cool water and then using the hand towel, pat your cheeks dry. Why did he have to have this effect on you? Taking deep breaths, you wait for your heart rate to return to normal and compose yourself before preparing dessert.

When you feel the burning in your cheeks calm down, you turn, slipping on your oven gloves. Opening the oven door, the smell of warm, freshly cooked apple pie, wafts into the room. You had found the recipe online and knew it would be the perfect pick me up.

Carefully placing the pie dish down on the granite counter, you quickly remove the gloves, throwing them back in their drawer. You then serve two slices onto plates, accompanying each with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Before returning to Bucky, you take a deep breath, picking up a plate in each hand before tiptoeing back to the table.

“Your dessert, Mr Barnes.” From his seat, at the mention of his name, Bucky’s head raises after absentmindedly staring at his hands.

“That looks amazing.” A smile crosses his face as he watches you place his plate directly in front of him.

“Shut up.” You brush off his compliment as you take your seat opposite him.

“No, seriously. This looks amazing, Y/N.”

Your head shoots up as he says your name. “What?” Bucky’s face immediately fills with panic at your reaction.

“That’s, er-,” you think of a way to explain your reaction to him without sounding ridiculous, “that’s the first time you’ve called me by my name.” The words are said so delicately under your breath that he has to strain his hearing to understand you, but he does perfectly. A stupid smile spreads across his lips as he tilts his head to see your face which is hiding behind your hair and hands. “Stop looking at me like that Barnes and just eat your pie.” Not sensing any movement from him, you raise your head reluctantly and make eye contact. “Please.” The tone of your voice loses all teasing as you plead with him.

Bucky leans back in his chair then, chuckling silently to himself as he directs his attention to the pie in front of him.

Discreetly from your seat across from him, you watch his expression as he takes a bite of pie from his fork. Bucky closes his eyes as he chews the sweet pastry in his mouth as he finishes the mouthful he stills, savouring the taste. Leaning his head back, Bucky tries so hard to hold back the tears that threaten to pool in his eyes.

“Doll, this is incredible.” Still he doesn’t look at you, but you are quick to notice the Brooklyn accent is thicker in his voice.

“It’s just a pie, Bar-“

“You don’t understand.” He’s looking at you again now. “This tastes, and I don’t know how, but this tastes exactly how my ma made it.” The glossiness of his eyes is still there as he continues to reminisce, gesticulating as he does so. “It looks the same too. God, you’re perfect, L/N. I mean, I honestly can’t believe that this tastes the same. Thought I’d forgotten what ma’s food tasted like.” A lone tear spills from his eye and runs down his cheek, as soon as he feels it, Bucky rubs it away harshly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“.

He scrapes his chair back on the floor, bolting from the table and away from you to his bedroom.

It takes everything within you to hold back the tears in your eyes as you watch him go. Contemplating whether to go after him, you glance towards his slice at his empty space and then towards the remaining pie in the kitchen. The latter seemed a better option, so rushing you grab the forks you have both already used and the pie dish from the counter. Without further hesitation, you follow in the direction that Bucky had left.

Approaching his door slowly, you rap your knuckles against the hard wood. When you are met with nothing but silence, you decide that your options are to either open the door and let yourself in or wait him out. It doesn’t take much for you to know what the smartest and kindest approach to this will be. So, placing the dish on the carpeted floor in front of his door, you kneel down and then place yourself opposite his door, back pressed against the wall. You wait patiently, knowing that what Bucky needs is time and you will be waiting there for when he is ready.

Exactly twenty-two minutes since you sat down, Bucky’s door opens by an inch. When he peeks through the crack, he is met with the sight of you lightly dozing, your head lolling forwards. In front of you, placed outside his door is the leftover pie from your meal. His heart wrenches as he looks at you. No one, other than Steve, has ever been this patient with him.

He doesn’t want to disturb you, yet he knows that the position you are in is uncomfortable, he has found himself on too many occasions sat hunched over against his wall to understand. Bucky bends down and takes the dish inside his room, balancing it on top of a stack of books he has been meaning to return unnoticed to Sam. Happy that it is secure, he returns to you.

Crouching next to your sleeping form, Bucky wraps his left arm underneath your legs, hooking it beneath your knees, hoping that the cold sensation doesn’t startle you awake. He gently manoeuvres his other arm between your back and the wall. Lifting you up, Bucky makes sure that you are secure in his arms before he walks back into his room.

Moving towards the bed, that is bare besides a grey bedsheet, a result of the fact that Bucky does not sleep, he treads carefully on the floor, trying his best to not disturb you. Unsure of how to get you onto the bed, he stops for a second before he lowers your slowly. When he feels your body touch the bed, he begins moving his arms from around you, letting you go when he knows you are completely on the mattress. You stir slightly as you adjust to the feeling of the softness beneath your body. In the effort of carrying you, the hem of your shirt had been pushed up to your thighs, your legs covered in goose bumps. At the realisation of this, Bucky diverts his gaze and goes in search of a duvet.

His own duvet had been discarded long ago, after one of his first nights in the compound, after he had torn through it with his hands as the result of a nightmare during his sleep. Rummaging through his walk-in closet, he finds a cover still in its packaging, a note taped over the label in Sam’s writing. ‘You’re welcome.’ Shaking his head at Sam’s ego induced joke, Bucky reminds himself to thank him in some way when he sees the man next.

Quietly unwrapping the cover, and laying it on the floor, he searches for a sheet to put it in. Once he has one in his hands, he makes a swift job of getting it together.

Walking back towards the bed, he notices that you have rolled over, your head pressed comfortably into one of his pillows, your arm bringing it closer to your face. There is something so domestic about seeing you this way, that he cannot help but imagine what it would be like to see you like this every day. Before his mind can wander any further, he softly places the duvet over your sleeping form, ensuring that your body is completely covered.

After turning off the main light and plunging the room into darkness, Bucky takes a seat at his desk. With nothing else to do, Bucky flips the switch on his desk light, checking on you over his shoulder. He takes his most recently started book, a mystery novel, that he can guarantee he has already solved; and brings the pie towards him, grateful for the forks you had brought along.

Before he realises it, Bucky has finished a majority of the pie and a feeling of shame washes over him. He hears you begin to stir behind him, thinking nothing of it, with only a few chapters to go, he continues with his book. Hearing no further movement from you, Bucky relaxes.

“No.” Your voice cuts through the silence of the room and Bucky freezes, his book dropping to the desk. Keeping still he listens on.

“Get off of him.” Again, your words cut through the room and he knows that it’s a nightmare plaguing your mind. “Let him go.” Immediately, Bucky is up off of his chair and kneeling on the mattress. Looking at you, his heart aches, a lead weight in his chest. Your hair is matted to your forehead with sweat and there are tears running down your cheeks, eyes tightly shut. Body physically shaking with fear induced from the nightmare in your head. Bucky knows what nightmares can do to a person and seeing it happen to someone else is the most painful of all. Especially watching it happen to you.

Without thinking it through, Bucky attempts to soothe you, placing his metal palm against your temple, brushing your hair back softly. Still, your breathing is laboured, and he can practically feel your heart beating through your skin. “Please, let him go.”

“Y/N, you’re safe.” Bucky knows that you won’t be able to hear him, but he knows that ripping you from your sleep would only make things worse in the long term. “You’re safe.” Words barely above a whisper.

“Bucky! No!” With no warning, your body shoots up from the bed and if it weren’t for his serum-enhanced speed, your forehead would have collided with his. Looking into your eyes, Bucky sees the pure fear hidden behind them. He knows that look. The look that he sees in his own eyes when he looks in the mirror. He pulls you tightly into a hug, wrapping both arms around you. It isn’t the most comfortable or ideal position, with him balancing on his knees and you halfway between sitting up and lying down. But this what you need.

“I’ve got you.” He strokes the back of your hair with his hand, tenderly brushing through the strands that have become tangled from sleep. “I’ve got you.”

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interiordesigner4321 · 1 month ago

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