#the actual meaning of the song matches up with it eerily well bc it’s about the singer’s bc at the time leaving her for a job offer

[twistedappletree]

my kind’s your kind,

i’ll stay the same.

[parkerparlour]

waiting together - peter parker

Summary: When your boyfriend Peter finds you waiting on a cold winter’s day for your dad to pick you up, he decides to sit with you, so you aren’t alone.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: none!! Just cuteness!

A/N: Literally happened to me yesterday bc I can’t drive, and my papa overslept. Haha… Least we got this out of it. Hope you enjoy some wintery, chilly cuteness! Feel free to leave feedback or a request!

Your cheeks are freezing cold after one simple mistake – you thought your dad was here. Which lead you to step outside into the incredibly fast, heat wicking wind. The car you saw wasn’t your dad’s, so you must trudge back into the school, taking the long way around to find the one door that’s open, the main entry. Your eyes water with the wind, and random snowflakes catch in your hair. The sweater you thought was fine this morning is no match for this new onslaught of weather.

After you get inside, you sigh with relief at the lovely warmth. That happy feeling doesn’t last long, though.

While your cheeks are freezing, your body starts to feel hot. It’s that weird thing where if you get used to cold, anything slightly warm feels like it’s burning. You can feel sweat forming on your back, beneath your thick sweater, but you don’t want to take it off. You know you’ll be cold again soon, anyway. A dilemma, but you tough it out, walking through the now empty hallways.

Your phone rings, “Dad,” flashing on the screen. You put it up to your ear after hitting accept, and before it even touches your cheek you can hear the apologies.

“Y/N, oh, my gosh, I’m so sorry, I completely blanked on what time it was! I’ll be there in half an hour since rush hour has started. I love you, okay? Stay inside where it’s warm.”

You roll your eyes, already knowing how cold it is outside, “Yep! Will do. Call me when you get here. I love you, too.” You hang up, used to the spiel that comes with this very rare mistake.

After finding your way back to the cafeteria, aka the commons, you take a seat on one of the hard, plastic stools. You’re not the only one there – other people are waiting for parents, waiting for an activity to start, or just stayed late to work on homework. It’s eerily quiet. Just unzipping your bag causes an echo around the large room, making you wince.

You pull out some homework, pencil already tapping away at your lip as you stare at the math homework for tonight. This worksheet is going to be a doozy, so you want to get as much done as possible. Having some extra time to work is actually pretty nice.

Peter, unbeknownst to you, watched the entire thing from the Debate Club room. He watched out the window as you walked outside, and then stole a glance at you when you passed through the hall. Weird, he knew your dad was supposed to get you. 

His gaze goes back to Mr. Harrington, the worry for you tingling in the back of his mind. His foot taps impatiently as he waits for him to wrap up this meeting, so he can go check on you. Two minutes later, they’re dismissed and Peter dashes out, bag bouncing against his back as he treks down the hallway. Ned watches with confusion, since he didn’t see you before, so he just thinks his friend is running late to something, and he’s intrigued. Ned follows closely after the other boy, not wanting to lose the trail.

Peter practically patrols the commons, eyes darting over all the heads he can see to find yours. He finds you quickly, and his brisk walk turns into a light jog as he heads in your direction, skidding to a stop behind you. 

Your head bops to your music, earbuds in and world tuned out. You shriek a little when Peter touches your shoulder to get your attention, making everyone in the room look at you. You flush hot at the sudden attention, pulling one earbud out and looking straight up and back at Peter.

“Oh, hello,” you say quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace any more than you already have.

He grins down at you, “Not that I don’t mind seeing you again, but why are you still here?” He presses the quickest kiss ever to your forehead, the PDA rules of the school still in effect as you two are still on the property.

“Dad’s running late, no biggie. Gives me time to work… speaking of work, if you don’t mind staying with me for a little bit, could you double check my math?” you ask, sliding the paper to the right as Peter plops down next to you.

“Of course, my sweet, smart, lovely girlfriend, I’ll check your work,” he boops your nose with every term of endearment, making you giggle. And, of course he’s going to stay with you, what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he left his girl all alone on such a cold day? A bad one, and Peter is desperately scared of ever seeming like a bad boyfriend. Despite you telling him often that he’s a fantastic one, he just wants to go above and beyond for you.

As Peter’s eyes skim over the worksheet, Ned finally catches up, sitting down in front of you two. “Hey! You’re still here! I was wondering why Peter dashed out of the meeting so fast.” Ned knows how much Peter cares about you, since he had to endure the lovesick boy’s ramblings before you guys really started dating. Peter’s got it bad, but even you two don’t realize how easy it is to fall harder and faster for each other. Ned’s honestly just shocked you haven’t said those three special words yet.

“Yeah, I’m kinda stranded for the moment, so, here I am!” you gesture with your hands to the table in front of you, where your book, pencil case, and phone are strewn about like you own the place.

“Homework is a good idea to be honest…” Ned trails off, deciding to dig his own work out of his bag and get some of it done. He pops his own earbuds in, deciding to let you two lovebirds have a little shred of privacy.

Peter hands the paper back to you, “Looks good, no mistakes that I can see!” Your fingers brush together as you grab the paper and Peter still feels that same jolt of excitement at contact like when you first started dating four months ago. He can’t believe you’re his still, even after all this time.

You give him a bright grin, “Thanks, Pete. Just wanted a second opinion, y’know? And we all know you’re a genius, and, also, my lovely boyfriend.” You wink before turning back to your book, closing the math work and moving on to something else.

Peter turns red with the terms of endearment. He can dish them out with ease, but isn’t nearly as good at receiving them. The cute words make him a flustered mess and his heart melts every single time. He chuckles nervously, putting his hands on his cheeks. They feel hot, of course. “Thanks, Y/N.”

You merely shrug in response, “No prob.”

Now would be the perfect time for Peter to get some work done, especially since he’s planning to patrol the city tonight, but he’d much rather watch you instead. The way you tap the pencil against your lips as you think. The way your tongue peeks out as you write down the perfect sentence to answer that tough question. The way you push your hair out of your eyes when it falls forward, despite it falling right back into the same position anyway. How your eyes are so focused and determined and powerful even, those same eyes going soft and sparkly when you look up to find him staring.

“What?” you ask, tilting your head in a way that reminds Peter of a cute puppy, innocent and confused.

“I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat and there is a moment of silence as you process what you just heard. There’s a soft clatter as Ned suddenly disappears, deciding to leave you alone, but a giant grin is on his face as he walks to the exit. He had a bet with MJ that you’d say those lovely words to each other before the month was up – she now owes him $5.

Peter places his hands on your cheeks, “I. Love. You. Y/N.” He says each word slowly, deliberately, with such care that it’s like he’s reading vows. Which it kinda feels like he is.

You blink, still in shock, before responding, “I-I love you, too, Pete.”

The brightest grin you’ve ever seen comes from him and you laugh at how giddy he is.

“Say it again, please. Please, Y/N,” his hands drop from your face to intertwine with yours. Now that he’s heard you say it once, he wants to hear it a hundred times, a thousand times, a million times, no, for eternity.

You chuckle at his antics. “Of course, just for you. I love you, I love you, I love you,” you say it and it sounds like the most beautiful song Peter could ever hear, the confirmation that you love him back.

“Again,” he is leaning closer now, getting dangerously close to crossing the PDA guidelines, but there’s no teachers around anyway, so who cares? Not him. Definitely not him.

“I-“ your breathing hitches as he inches even closer. You say it this time slowly, quietly, just so he can hear, “I… love… you.”

As you breathe out the last word, his lips touch yours in a sweet, lovely kiss that makes any remnants of how cold you were fade away. Your hands find his cheeks and his find your neck and this needs to stop soon or else someone will see and give you both detention. 

Peter knows this and backs up after a few long seconds, his eyes locking with yours.

“I… wow,” is all he can say, and you laugh.

“Wow, indeed.” You could swear the color of his eyes has changed, there’s more gold in there than you thought, or maybe the sparkle has just been increased tenfold. He thinks something similar about yours.

“That was the perfect first love yous, I think. Best I’ve ever had,” Peter says, and you nudge him, knowing full well this is the only love you he has had in a romantic way.

“I mean, it was a good first for me, and a good first, second, third, fourth, and fifth for you,” you count them off on your fingers, waggling them in front of his face afterwards to prove the point.

“Ah, then to even it, I love you, times four!” he gives you a cheeky smile as you roll your eyes.

“Thanks, you silly, silly boy,” you shake your head at him as you shove the rest of your stuff back in your bag, done working for the evening, at least on everything due tomorrow.

“I may be silly, but you love me, remember?” he says and you know he’s going to use that excuse every time you say he’s anything; smart, funny, silly, any adjective and he’s going to counter it with the same thing.

“Shut up, don’t make me take it back,” you warn, but it’s all in jest, the smile never leaving your face.

As Peter chuckles, pressing a much chaster kiss to your cheek, your phone blips with a text from your dad. 

From: Dad ~ I’m here, outside the main door!

You show your screen to Peter, though he was already kind of hovering because he’s a bit nosy like that. Not that you mind – you’d shared phone passwords weeks ago, knowing that sometimes one of you would need to answer for the other.

“Gotta go.”

He nods, sad that his time with you is coming to an end now, but he perks up when he remembers the date you have planned for tomorrow. You watch this entire process happen, the drooping with sadness and then the raising with joy.

“I’ll walk you out? Gotta protect you from that nasty weather.” He eyes your sweatshirt. “And that definitely isn’t the best level of protection.

You swat at his arm as you both stand up, walking towards the exit. “Shut up! It wasn’t this cold this morning! I thought I’d be fine.” You pout and Peter thinks his heart stops at how cute you look.

“That’s it, I’m keeping an extra sweater in my locker just for you,” he huffs, pretending to be upset but he has already been keeping one in there for a couple weeks without telling you. He’s sneaky like that.

“That sounds lovely, but don’t come crying to me when suddenly all your sweaters go missing,” you smirk, pressing on the handle of the door to swing it open. Peter’s response is cut off when suddenly you both are blasted with the freezing death that is winter.

Your hand finds Peter’s as you walk to where your dad is parked and open the passenger door. Your dad looks up at the two of you.

“Oh, hey, Peter! Do you need a ride to the train station? I’d hate to see you walking in this brutal weather.”

“That’d be great, thanks, Mr. Y/L/N!” He throws open the backseat door, shuffling in as fast as possible so he can get warm again. You set your backpack down on the floor of the passenger side, catching the eye of your dad.

You gesture with your gaze to the backseat and he nods, agreeing you should sit back there with your boyfriend. Honestly, your dad loves Peter, and he sees that you two bring the best sides of each other out. It reminds him of when he first met your mom, and you two act almost exactly the same. He can see you two lasting a long time. You smile at him, closing the passenger door and hopping into the backseat with Peter.

The ride to the station takes what feels like seconds as your hands are entwined between you on the seat, both of you watching the snowy scenes outside the windows. You almost don’t want to let Peter go, but you know he must get back to Aunt May.

You get out of the car first, so Peter can hop out after you, and you walk him to the entryway. You hug him tight before he can leave, the palms of your hands warm from his body heat as the snow hits the back of your hands.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Pete,” you mumble into his chest, “I love you, get home safe.”

He hears you even through the fabric and pretends to rest his head on yours, but is subtly kissing your hair to hide it from your dad. He knows that last part is more in regard to his patrol tonight, and he is grateful that you care. “I love you, too. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” he murmurs into your hair.

You separate and wave as Peter heads into the train station, keeping your gaze on him as long as you can before dashing back to the car, this time sitting in the passenger seat.

“That was nice of Peter to wait with you, eh?” your dad asks, already knowing that the boy decided to stay behind for you, nudging you teasingly with his elbow as his gaze is locked over his shoulder to find a good moment to get back into the street.

You grin at him in response, not even mad about the teasing, “Yeah. I have a pretty great boyfriend.”

[briteboy]

tips & tricks & lou theories. and this:

be that daddy --> GIANNI

i agree

Hey just a random thought: I feel like bb Fiona would really like the book Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor. I don’t know why I think so, but I feel like she’d be v interested

ooh i just read the blurb on goodreads and i am intrigued! now it’s on my to-read list lol. i feel like she would be into it too, and ramona as well when she gets older! thank you for the book rec <3

heyyy!! okay so i'm completely new to your blog but i love every single thing about it already, and you editing !!! is so !!! perfect !!!

HEY!!! THANK YOU!!! THIS IS SO SWEET!!! I LOVE U

Hello! I was wondering how you got your sims to teleport onto the roof on your watching the stars posts with Lou? Sorry if you don’t understand 😅

it’s not the actual roof of the apartment she lives in lmao, it’s another building on an actual editable lot that just looks like an apartment building! so i just put the teleporters on the ground of the top floor

I want to start writing stories using the sims. But I don’t know where to start. How did you get started? :)

i see you put this in other people’s inboxes too haha, probably for the best because my answer to this is always just “wing it” and i know that’s absolutely no help but...that’s just how i do things. here’s a semi-real answer: make sure you’re comfortable playing the game, you know how everything works (especially posing), and even if you don’t think you’re the best at setting up scenes or whatever right now, don’t sweat it, you’ll get better. you’ll get better at everything the more you do it. not everyone is a strict story planner like i am, so this part may be optional, but just make sure you at LEAST have a rough idea of where you want your story to go, most of the big events that will shape the plot, and if you get stuck on the details and the in-betweens, don’t worry, you can work on them as you go along. then get acquainted with your characters. the sims is an awesome vehicle for storytelling because it makes this part easy! you can literally just play with your sims and observe them and think of their personalities along the way. i was scared to start santi’s story because at the time, no one really told sims stories in the way that i wanted to...but i did it anyway because it was the only way i felt was right for me. so just do what feels right for you.

ABJFBDSJK ok pls i am so horrible at taking pictures of my story posts at good angles and you're so good????? pls tips i wanna hug u for making me do a story OK

OMG I SUCK AT ANSWERING THIS I’M SORRY!!! i’m so glad you’re doing a story tho i’m proud of you the thing is, you might think you suck, but you probably don’t! and even if you do, you’ll get better! you just have to experiment with different things while you’re in tab mode (i’m assuming you know about that, and the tab controls, if not, read here) oh and i always zoom in while in tab mode because otherwise objects get this weird fisheye effect if you move closer to them. but yeah just try to think outside the box like “hmm what if i focus on this plant while those sims are in the background?” stuff like that. try to find the most dynamic shots that capture your own interest, because then you can probably guarantee it’ll capture others’ interest as well.

i visit your blog so much it's "saved" in chrome hahahkajdsad

LMAO THAT’S ME WITH MY FRIENDS’ BLOGS!! i always feel like no one visits my actual blog but then i’ll change one of the sidebar pics and i’ll immediately get an anon like “i saw that” and i’ll be like

Do you have a RESOURCES list? <3

I DON’T but i should, i’ll probably do that when i redo my faq. i’ve linked to all the creators i like before, but i’m gonna take the time to actually organize them and make ‘em look nice ok? ok

I never really got into horoscopes and such, but I decided to check out what it said for me on DailyHoroscopes anyway bc i'm curious af. Turns out it's pretty damn accurate.. (i'm a scorpio btw)

YESSS i love that app. usually it applies to what i’m dealing with on a daily basis. and hey it’s ur season! happy season 2 u

perhaps lou’s ex tried to kill her by asphyxiation but lou was able to gain control and strangle HIM to death. idk i just really like the idea of that?? -m

hmm...perhamps...

I GOT IT!: ITS CALLED CHOKER BECAUSE LOU'S EX MAN (FIONA'S DAD) GOT HER A CHOKER THEN USED IT TO CHOKE HER THATS WHY SHE GOT THE FAINT SCAR IN THE MIRROR SCENE

maybe ur onto somethin...

teenage lou: *exists* me: hot

SHE IS 13 RIGHT NOW SLOW YOUR HORSES

wait hear me out... Lou and Fiona’s Dad liked to choke each other, it went wrong one night and Lou killed her ex and buried him in the woods

I’m the anon who said Lou killed her ex and buried him in the woods... on a more serious note I’m thinking Lou was assaulted by a guy who held a knife to her throat/choked her with something that would leave a scar, conceived Fiona and decided to keep her despite the circumstances of her conception. I’m right aren’t I? *wiggles brows*

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm all i’m gonna say is it’s interesting you say the woods 🤔

How common is heterochromia in real life?

just call me google i guess apparently 6 out of 1000 people have it which is more common than i thought, but also most cases aren’t as noticeable

how do you make your sims look so realistic???!! i'm struggling!!

good skins! lots of skin details! answered here

ok so I read a serious case of the novembers while listening to a song called the story never ends by Lauv and now every time I listen to it Santi immediately comes to my mind i can't live with it. jk I love Santi

i love song suggestions so much!! thank you! i’m listening to this now and: “that’s who you are / crash the car / and blame the road” .....................wow ok u ain’t gotta come 4 for me like dat i can’t live with it either, i get like that with this song omg i cannot listen to it without thinking of santi leaving fiona in the dust lmao. fuck you santi

I was one of the anons who sent you an ask abt the skin tutorial thing? And I just wanna say that I only sent one ask, and the other one was someone else who has eerily similar ideas to me!!

lmao omg well i hope i satisfy the two of you when i eventually do it!! emphasis on eventually because life is eating me atm

i just read your entire story in 3 hours and leMME TELL YOU I CRIED LIKE SEVENTEEN TIMES UHHHHHNNNG

3 HOURS OMFDG THAT’S A NEW RECORD I’M SORRY I MADE U CRY THO :{

Okay I don't know if you're gonna care about this at all but I'm starting a story soon, and for my characters to be more, well developped, I thought I would work on some astrology stuff (even though I don't know shit about it) and so I immediatly thought of you because reasons. So I went to that website you linked a lot and entered a (quite random if I may) birth day for that sim- 2nd January 1994 along with the time (which again was random) 1/2

And the place of birth, which was the only thing I knew for sure and the description I got for her is so accurate??? And I have no idea how the fuck I managed that shit because it was all so rANDOM AND IM V CONFUSED RIGHT NOW LMAO (I mean it even got the fact she's probably a med student??? What is this sorcery???) I guess I just wanted to thank you! Oh and in case you wanted to know (which I doubt but eh) She was born in Mexico at 00:13 on the 2nd of january 1994 and I love her 2/2

YESSSS I LOVE WHEN THAT HAPPENS!!! i’m so glad it fit your character! i did that with a story of mine before i really got into astrology, it was when i just like...FELT like certain characters matched certain months. i had their birthdays but i didn’t know much about astrology at the time so when i looked up their birth charts after kickstarting my zodiac knowledge i was floored because everything matched up so well and also filled in the missing pieces. i’m so happy it worked out for you :’) i love her too ok

>:(