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Life is Sunniest in Sunset Valley - Chapter 10

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Season 1, Episode 4: Playing with Fire (part 3/3)

General Content Warning: While this particular post is PG, Flavors of Midnight is intended for mature audiences and may occasionally include adult themes (though nothing explicit or gratuitous). 😊 Any posts with such content will be clearly labeled!

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Frida: Fine. I’ll do your dishes. I’ll unclog your damn toilets. But if you tell me to jump, I’ll—I’ll— Frida: I'll slap you! Jared: Hey, don’t threaten me with a good time. Emma: Ignore him. He just likes to rile people up. A word of advice that’s actually useful, though? Don’t get on the boss’s bad side. Frida: Maybe Jared should think twice about getting on *my* bad side— Emma: I’m not talking about Jared. I’m talking about Nick Alto. Frida: Who? Emma: Rich Italian guy, big mansion on Summer Hill? He owns this place. If you get on *his* bad side, you’ll have much bigger problems to worry about than Jared Frio. Frida: What the hell have I gotten myself into with this job?

Notes/thoughts

The diner I'm using for this story is an edited version of "Reggie's Diner," built by Flora2 over at MTS! I always find an excuse to place one of their builds into my world (my sims tend to spend a lot of time at diners no matter what save file I'm playing. 😅)

This brings Episode 4 to an end! Please feel free to comment or send an ask if you have any feedback, questions, or thoughts. :)

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🏝️Time on Island: Day 45

AN: Longer Chapters Ahead Folks!

I can't believe I'm losing to a fish.

Out of sheer boredom, I taught Ioannis how to play Rock, Paper, Scissors, and I’ve lost the last four rounds. What the hell? Flopping back, I threw my hands up in defeat.

“I give up. You’re good at everything,” I groaned, letting my head sink into the soft sand.

Ioannis laughed, a deep, melodic sound that stirred something in my chest. He tucked his tail beneath him and leaned down to meet my gaze.

“Oh, is that so?”

Giving him the rudest side-eye I could muster, I sighed dramatically.

“I’m BORED.”

“Surely, there must be something else we can do to entertain you?” he asked, a teasing glint in his eye.

I rolled onto my stomach, propping my chin in my hands as I gazed out at the endless expanse of ocean. “I miss my phone,” I muttered, the mere thought of it making me feel even more restless. It had remained in my jean pocket while the ship went down, but it was broken and completely waterlogged—totally unusable.

His brows furrowed as if he was conflicted.

“I could…” he started, his voice trailing off as he seemed to contemplate something.

I glanced at him, curiosity piqued. “You could what?”

“I could grant you the ability to breathe underwater.”

“Wait—what? You can do that?” I sat up, shocked.

“Temporarily,” he clarified, his tone serious.

“Can we do it now?”

“Of course,” he said, although the playful spark in his eyes dimmed slightly. “But you must understand one thing: you have to remain near me. The ocean can be…unpredictable.”

I nodded eagerly. “Okay.”

He took another deep breath, his features suddenly taut with concentration. I could sense he was stalling again, and it only deepened the knot of anticipation twisting in my stomach.

“So how do you—” I started, but he interrupted me.

“As I have mentioned, it is only temporary, but I will need to provide you with breath.” His tone was matter-of-fact, and he paused, as if giving me a moment to fully grasp the implications of what he was saying.

Huh?

He had to give me breath?

He had to give… me… breath.

My mind screeched to a halt.

OH.

He had to give me breath.

So, his mouth and my mouth…

“Oh,” I stuttered, suddenly feeling a rush of heat spreading across my cheeks. “You— you have to put your—”

“Indeed,” he replied, his brows raising slightly as he regarded me patiently.

I nodded in agreement and despite my heart pounding in my chest I trailed behind him as we ventured into the water.

When he turned and moved closer to me to…transfer air, I silently prayed he couldn’t see how flustered I truly was. His fingers brushed against my cheek, and he pulled back for a moment, hesitation flickering in his eyes. Would he really go through with this?

Then, in an instant, his cool, wet hands cradled my face. Until this moment, our encounters had been marked by fleeting brushes of the hand or my leg against his tail while swimming but never something so overt. His steady gaze bore into mine, electrifying and intense, leaving me breathless and questioning everything I felt.

“Just concentrate on me,” he said, his voice calm.

Okay,” I said weakly.

“Hold your breath.” 

And then, he pulled me under. 

The water embraced us, cool and refreshing, and before I could think, he was drawing me toward him, sealing his lips over mine. 

The moment our lips touched, a rush of air bubbles filled my lungs—both strange and exhilarating. It was as if I was sharing a part of him; his breath mingled with mine, seamlessly intertwining our worlds in that brief moment.

It’s not a kiss. It’s not a kiss. It’s not a kiss.

He pulled away and I opened my eyes to find his gaze fixed on me.

“Breathe,” he urged, his voice ringing clear in the water like a bell.

I took a deep breath—and though it was water, it felt as effortless as air.

“Well?” Ioannis asked, his tone almost bashful.

My grin couldn’t be contained, joy bubbling up within me. “It feels… amazing! I can breathe!”

I saw the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile, his eyes sparkling with that mischievous glimmer that promised adventure beneath the waves.

To Be Continued...

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It's Gonna Be A Good Day

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Saffron comes back downstairs just as Connor and Jared are re-entering the living room.

“Hey, Jar,” she says. “How was the movie?”

“Okay, I guess,” says Jared.

“Jared saw a strange person outside when he got home so we just went to check out if he was still there,” says Connor. “It looks like he’s gone now, though.” 

“What do you mean? “says Saffron. ”What was he doing?”

“He was standing on the other side of the road opposite the house. Jared said it looked like he was texting,” says Connor. He looks intently at Saffron’s face as he speaks. Her forehead wrinkles slightly and she sticks out her bottom lip in a quizzical expression. Then she shrugs and turns to her brother. Connor finds her self-possession is to be both admirable and disconcerting.

“Are you hungry, Jar?” she says. “We’ve got leftover spag bol.”

“Nah, I’m good,” says Jared. “Darren’s mother took us to Macca’s on the way home.”

“Okay,” says Saffron. “Well, Connor and I have some more studying to do. You ready to continue, Connor?”

“Sure,” he says. Jared goes upstairs to his room. After another hour of revising exchange rates and the macroeconomic effects of currency fluctuations, Saffron says she’s getting tired. It’s now past 11 pm. Connor is starting to get a headache, but the thought of going home to his empty house makes his mood darken. His mind turns to what Wes and Laura might be doing right now, and the edges of his mind grow darker still. Saffron hasn’t received any more texts. He wonders if her married man is lurking in the hydrangeas that frame the driveway, ready to pounce on him as he gets in his car. He thinks not. If he is married, then he’s a coward, too lacking in backbone to leave a bad marriage. There’s no way he’d have the courage to confront Connor. Connor feels frustrated with Saffron for getting involved with such a loser, but ultimately it’s her life, her decisions. She’s made it clear that she doesn’t want to discuss her love life with him, and he has to respect that.

“Are you going to be at the library tomorrow?” he asks her.

“Yeah, probably,” she says, with her customary off-handedness.

“Can we study together again?”    

“Fine. I’ll probably be there around lunch time.”

“You can give me my book back tomorrow, then,” says Connor.  

“Okay,” says Saffron. She walks him to the door, and on impulse he kisses her on the cheek.

“What was that for?” she says, making a face.

“I just wanted to say thanks for listening to me tonight,” he says.

“I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?" she says, but he notices that she stays standing in the open doorway watching him until he backs out of the driveway, and even gives him a wave as he drives away.  

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Maple's phone.

Bonnefoy residence, c. 2013

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P: *gagging* Fuck, I didn't think it was that bad! P: I knew I should've taken her phone sooner. It's my fault. *loud click* *CLICK* P: Where the fuck did you get that? V: Fletcher from JROTC sold it to me a month ago. I thought you knew I had it. P: And you're going to do what with it? V: *snickers* What's it look like? P: Heh, what're you gonna do? Go kill him? V: If politely asking him to stop doesn't work, then I suppose I will, Pepper. Tell him to meet you at that junkyard you fuck in. P: Why the fuck would I do that? We're not meeting him! V: You expect her to not sneak him in again? P: …Fine. But we're not killing him. V: Yeah, yeah. It's just for security.

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Hello simblr community! I go by Geo and I've finally decided to make a simblr blog. :3 I only own the sims 3 so that's going to be my main focus unless I ever decide to play the sims 4 at some point.

My main focus would be story telling so just an early warning - they may consist of triggering or NSFW content at some point. I also like sharing gameplay that may be out of character for my OCs storywise ( they're very goofy <3 )

I'm hoping to post some custom content in the near future, and I look forward to meeting new friends here. :3 But bare in mind I am incredibly shy.

So let me know if you're an active simblr! Like/reblog/follow so I can see your beautiful sims and stories! :3 I would really appreciate it. <3

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Life is Sunniest in Sunset Valley - Chapter 9

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Flavors of Midnight Updates

I’ve been working on outlining some new chapters for Flavors of Midnight, and I realized that to tell the story I want to tell, I’ll need to make my chapters significantly longer, instead of sticking to the more “bite-sized” ones I’ve been doing.

I've also decided to change it to "seasons" with "episodes" instead of chapters. That gives me an opportunity to wrap up a specific plot arc at the end of the season, with space to start a new one if I want to (or stop if I'm ready to move on!)

Right now, my plan is for Season 1 to have 24 episodes. I have the major plot points outlined; now I just have to flesh out the individual episodes to connect everything together.

This does mean it’ll take a little longer to create and publish each episode, but I think it also means each one will be more fully realized in terms of story structure (and therefore more satisfying overall, I hope!). 😊

Anyways, I'm having a lot of fun with outlining it, and I hope to publish a new chapter soon!

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🏝️Time on Island: Day 45

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Impromptu Randevous

The Bridgeport Sports Zone isn't really my scene, but I heard they were having an extended happy hour tonight, so I thought I would swing by.

I ended up distracting the bouncer with a game of shuffleboard so this pretty blonde could sneak in - us girls gotta stick together!

Romeo and I got a little carried away with the happy hour and ended up sneaking away for a little alone time, if you catch my drift. 😜

TGIF!

~XOXO, Tami

I almost included a screenshot but the bathrooms in the sports zone border on a war crime. why the fuck do the textures look like they came straight out of a Fallout bunker? they're atrocious!

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“Jesus Christ, there’s no way I’ll be able to pick the kids up in this condition,” says Roy, while Anya dances around the living room. His vision follows her movements like a vapour trail, her body like something liquid, slippery and magical as quicksilver. “I’ll have to ring Violet and tell her she’s driving. Shit. What excuse do I tell her? Do I just say I had too much to drink last night and might still be over the limit? That’s believable, right? She’ll have to come here to pick me up. She’ll probably have the shits. Damn. She’s scary when she’s angry. I’ll have to do another bump to cope. We’re supposed to be there at ten. I’ve got a bit over two hours to get my act together. Shit. I totally need to do another bump. Hey, did I tell you how much I love you in the last five minutes? Because I fucking love you. And I cannot fucking wait to tell Sonia about my plan for us all to live together. I’ve decided I’m going to bring it up today. Fuck waiting. The house is big enough for all of us so why not? The kids’ll love the idea. It’ll be amazing. Because, you know, I still love Sonia. Not in the all-consuming-I-see-God-every-time-we-fuck-way that I love you, but in a respectful, humble, mother-of-my- kids type way. I love Violet too. She’s a fucking legend. I love the marital home too. Being back there with the kids has been just the best thing ever. Next to meeting you, of course. Hey, you wanna do another bump with me? I need a shower too. You wanna have a shower together?"

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” says Anya.

“I said do you want to have a shower together?”

“Yeah...nah. I just want to keep dancing,” smiles Anya, swaying with her eyes closed.