#magnolia home rugs

[with-my-calamitous-love]

YOU’LL SEE ME IN HINDSIGHT

touya todoroki x reader

you spend one last night with your husband before he goes to battle shouto and endeavour.

angst/smut, mha official ending spoilers

part 1/3

inspired by wildest dreams

2 years of hiding. 2 years of silence. 2 years of putting the outside world on pause. 2 years of bliss.

to fall of the face of the earth with your beloved was possibly the most romantic thing you could have ever experienced. you existed in your own snow globe, dancing in circles round and round shielded from the outside world. but you both knew it wouldn’t be forever.

you had a quiet house on the countryside, surrounded by gorgeous acres of land. for you and touya, it seemed much to large for both of you. but acres of nature’s serene solitude provided the two of you enough time to escape from the world. you, at least, wanted to escape. for touya, it was more like purgatory. this is where he spent his time before death.

the backyard was perhaps your favourite part. you sat on the old wooden steps on the porch, eyeing the lush vegetation that seemed to thrive despite the ever-increasing fleetingness of the moment. soon, no one would pick the peaches from the trees, or harvest the sweet strawberries from the bushes. no one would admire the flowers that grew for miles or the sweet smell of life. no one would ever see the beauty of the land that touya todoroki loved you on.

you hear his creaky footsteps come up behind you, watching you as you watch the world- like you are his world. for a moment, he sees nothing.

“the magnolias.” words finally escape your lips.

“hm? whats that doll?” he asks.

you take a deep breath, prying your eyes away from the garden and finally turning to face your lover. your hand raises to point at the delicate white petals bundled together like a stanza.

“those ones over there. magnolias. they smell the sweetest.”

his blue eyes follow over to where you point as he sits down next to you. he simply nods, looking at the flowers you told him smelled the best.

a thought crosses your mind. you overheard him talking it over with shigaraki. you knew what tomorrow was. yet you were hesitant to let the words leave your mouth. you didn’t even want to dare it.

“…you know you’re going to die, right?”

the words leave your tongue like a curse.

at first, he looks over at you, bewildered by the statement. but touya isn’t dumb- he knows you can pick up on things. and he knows he isn’t dumb enough to wanna lie to you- though admittedly the lie is better. the lie is so much more comforting in this instance.

“…i know, doll.” touya tells the truth.

you don’t say anything, but your silence is perhaps the loudest thing he’s heard all day.

“its too late to give up on it now.” he says it like he’s trying to salvage it. as if theres any way to fix all the pain he hasn’t even caused you yet. he knows your grief is only inevitable.

“…thought so.” you sigh, getting up from the creaky wooden steps and moving back into your home. its a home that you and touya have built together. dirty rugs with tracks stained from his large black boots. your coat and his hanging from the door, his so much darker and larger than yours. the dirty bowls in the sink you have yet to wash, leftover from soba night. the memories, the dreams, the love. the world was about to see dabi, but for two years you got to love touya.

so many memories were suddenly engulfed in fire. dancing barefoot in the kitchen, trying on his coat that reached the floor on your frame, hugging him and feeling the warmth only he could give you. all of it was soon to be ash.

he follows you into the house, watching as you move about. he’s silent, since words always seemed to fail him when it came to you. theres a heavy tension that lingered in the house. soon, this wouldn’t be yours and touya’s home. soon, these walls would be haunted. soon, this would no longer be a home.

“you know theres no way you’re getting out of this alive, right?” you ask as if to confirm your worst fears. funny, since you already knew the answer.

“…as long as i take that old bastard down with me.” touya says, a familiar flicker of revenge ruminating in his brilliant turquoise eyes. perhaps love wasn’t meant to end suffering, after all.

and thats enough to make your voice resonate with that familiar crack of anguish.

“…what about me, touya..?”

he winces. he expected you to yell, to scream at him. to tell him how much of an asshole he is. how much you hate him. somehow, your strangled, quiet cry hurts more.

“you… you’ll be fine. you manage.” he’s lying through his teeth and you both know it.

what else could you say?

you turned away from him, walking upstairs to your bedroom. this was the room you loved the most. so many late nights and sunny, early mornings. god, getting to see him all tuckered out from the previous night, the deepest morning voice you have ever heard. his cheeky remarks, half lidded blue eyes looking into you. the way he pulls you back into bed, asking where the hell you think you’re going. all of that love was packing its bags and moving on.

he follows you again, not knowing what else to say but not wanting the conversation to end either. maybe he just didn’t want you and him to end, despite the fact that neither of you had a choice.

“i was never apart of your plan, was i?” your voice cracks again, asking him to confirm your deepest hurt. you knew it to be true. loving you was never something touya ever intended on doing. yet he stayed.

he only sighs, trying to find the right words. “i’m sorry. i never meant to drag you into this-“

“don’t be.” you quickly cut him off once you realize he’s not denying anything.

touya was a man of promises. he knows that he’s made a vow. a vow to bring endeavour down, to expose him for all the suffering he’s condemned him to. to show his father that he was the worst thing to ever happen to the flame hero. he branded that promise deep into his heart, and he had 0 intentions of letting it up now.

not even for you.

the sound of cooing causes both of you to stare out the window. there, perched on the window sill, are two doves- happily chirping to one another, unbeknownst of the pain just lurking behind the glass.

“you know, doves mate for life.” you say, looking at the smaller one nestling into the snow white feathers of its much larger companion.

“kind of romantic, isn’t it?” touya shrugs, also noting the way the two birds hold onto each other like nothing else matters. even with the ability to fly, to sore the sky and see the stars up close, the two birds loved each other like none of that was even remotely interesting.

“it is romantic.” you agree. “loving each other for the rest of their lives. even if that life is short.”

he quickly catches on.

touya swore he’d love you for the rest of his life. even if that life was too short for him.

touya watches the birds alongside you, their delicate, graceful forms seeming to symbolize something more than just a couple of birds resting on a window sill. they continue to coo quietly to each other, cuddling and nuzzling against each other, completely at ease and content with the love they’d found.

after a moment of silence, touya speaks up, his voice quiet and hesitant.

"you know i don’t want to leave you, right?”

wanting seemed irrelevant, here. it didn’t matter what you or touya wanted. fate was decided, against what either of you want.

“i know.” you say, solemnly. you rest your hands on touya’s side of the dresser, like a wounded soldier hanging his head low. your heart was hurting. by this time tomorrow, he’d be gone. the love of your life would be gone.

for a second, touya is lost in his own world of hate. he hates himself, more than he’s hated anyone in his entire life. he hates himself for letting you love him. he hates himself for having to leave you here, all alone, safe and stranded.

he’s then pulled out of his trance when he sees you in his drawer, holding the ring he’s kept hidden from you for months. a beautiful, silver ring with a sapphire as deep as the blue sea. alongside is his ring, just a simple, silver band. he mentally curses himself for not hiding it well enough.

his heart beats out of his chest, watching you slowly turn to him, holding the ring.

“you remembered i like sapphires.” you say, not a question but a statement. of course he remembered your favourite gemstone. touya remembered every little thing he loves about you.

“yeah… course i did, doll.” he says, as if its obvious he remembered.

he wishes he could actually cry when he sees you slip it onto your left ring finger. god, it fits you perfectly. his eyes remain mesmerized as you flex your fingers, seeing how it looks on you.

you legs carry you over to him, pulling him in close. you rest your hands on his chest and your forehead against his. touya’s scarred hands find their way to your waist, drawing you in as if to shield you from all the heartache thats to come.

“you know we can’t actually get married, right?” you dryly chuckle, your voice barely a whisper. “especially not legally.”

he hums in response. he’s well aware you two could never go down to a courthouse and officially commit to one another. “you think i care ‘bout that?” he manages a smirk. “i still wanna marry you. even if its just between us.”

“so, you’re really gonna turn me into a widow tomorrow hm?” you ask.

his blue eyes flicker down to your ring, his brain still unable to compute that its real. “i guess so.”

you smile, though theres an undeniable hint of sadness in your eyes that touya knows all too well.

“i know you don’t wanna leave me, touya.” you whisper, looking into his eyes, staring into his soul.

he physically feels his heart clench at your words. and at the look in your eyes, he feels a wave of emotion wash over him. he wants to reach out and take you into his arms, to hold you tight and never let go. but he can’t. he has to stay strong, no matter how weak you make his resolve.

“i.. i know i don’t want to leave you, i don’t want to leave you behind. but i have to. i have to do this. i have to take him down.” he says, gritting his teeth at the thought of that bastard.

“i hope you do.” you encourage. “fuck that guy.”

touya almost laughs at this, pressing his forehead against yours. “yeah. fuck that guy.”

“i… i hate him. i hate him for doing this to you. for turning you into this. for taking you away from me. from what we could have had.” you can’t help the tear that falls from your eye just thinking about it, thinking about what you lost. the husband you could have had, the kids, the future… all of that could only live on in your dreams, now.

touya’s eyes widen in surprise and pain at your words. he honestly hadn't thought about it like that before, hadn't considered how endeavour’s actions had impacted you, too. he knew that his hatred and need for revenge had caused a rift between the two of you, but hearing you say it out loud, seeing the pain in your eyes, it cuts straight to his heart.

he looks at you, his expression torn between anger and guilt.

"i’m sorry. i’m sorry I've put you through all this, doll. i’m sorry i let my anger and hate consume me. its all i know.” he says, closing his eyes. he can’t bare to watch you cry over something as pathetic as him.

“i… i think you’re a murderer. and a villain. touya.” you seethe. and he accepts that hatred from you, because he doesn’t deserve anything more or less.

“and i also think you’re a deeply traumatized person who was stuck as a kid who feels like nothing but a failure after, being in a 3 year coma.” you conclude your true feelings. he doesn’t say anything to that for a moment.

he knew that you saw him for what he was- a killer, a villain, a monster. but hearing you say it out loud, hearing you sum up his entire life, stung.

he tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh slightly as he struggles to keep his emotions in check. he keeps his eyes averted, unable to meet your gaze.

“i know what i am. what I’ve become. i don’t know what else to do.” he says, defeated, like the end of a long battle.

“can you love me? is that an option?” your question is more of a plea than anything else. finally, he looks you in the eye, as if the answer to that question is obvious.

“you’re the only thing i think i’m capable of loving.” he admits, more to himself than to you.

“you’re the only thing thats made my life worth living. and im so fucking grateful. for you. and your love.” the way he says it like a goodbye hurts all too much. but its words you need to hear. making him feel love was an absolute honour.

you pull him close to you, wrapping your arms around his neck desperately. oh, to memorize the feeling of his body against yours as his strong arms circle your waist, pulling you up to match his taller frame.

“you’re the best i’ve ever loved.” you say.

“you’re the only thing i’ve ever loved.” he confirms.

“then spend one last night with me. as your wife. whatever you do in the morning is up to you, i don’t care, but just give this night to us.” he can’t deny the way you beg him- even though you don’t even have to ask. he was already planning on it, visualizing all the ways he was going to physically show you he loves you in the bed tonight. but he needs to make sure, first.

“are you sure you want that, doll? one last night?”

“what i want is forever, touya.” you clarify. “but if i can have just one last night, i think we can make it work.”

and once he’s gotten your consent, the rest of the night is set.

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most think that guys can only fuck or make love- but touya gave you both and everything in between that night.

the way his hands roamed over every inch of your body like he was trying to etch himself onto you. god, the way his cock slid in and out of you at an unreasonably fast pace. he can’t help that he wants you, that he wants to be the only guy to ever throw you onto the mattress and fuck you till your absolutely spent all over him.

“fuck. yeah? ya like that doll?” he groans into your ear, the filthy sounds of skin slapping together filling the room. “gonna fuck you so good. god, your pussy is so fucking good.”

he has you on your back, turquoise eyes drinking in the way your eyes roll to the back of your skull. to say it looked absolutely filthy was an understatement, but to you two and just you two, this was how you showed love. touya was never a man of words- sure, he could tell you that he loves you, that he wants you, and that he doesn’t want to leave you, but you both already know that. so he lets his actions speak for him: spreading your legs to opposite sides of the room, playing with your pussy until your absolutely gushing, and not even daring to stop even when you can barely form a coherent sentence. he loves how he gets you like this. because he fucks you until your sobbing- partly from the mind melting pleasure, and partly from the fact that you know you’ll never find a cock this good ever again.

and touya’s not usually a huge biter or a kissed, but god, does he go crazy over the way you scream when he sinks his teeth in. and he won’t stop at a few nicks- you’re funny. the way he loved you is agonizing. loving you manifests as an all-consuming entity. he’s driven wild by the pleasure, and he wishes he could just have you whole right now.

if theres one thing you learned from loving touya, its that the idea of love being just a feeling, a simple chemical in the brain, was simply incorrect. no. love is not a feeling. love cannot be summed up into a simple 7 letter word. love took over your senses, the sight, the ears, the touch, the smell and especially the taste. you honestly wished touya would just consume you. and not just for lust or for petty desires. you wished to become a part of him. he wanted to taste your flesh against his lips like it was god damn salvation. let his being be apart of yours as his lips bless your skin, begging for another bite. let him feel something that is so wrong yet so right. let him want something that feels too good to be true. because its him. god, the way he loves you as if he’s savouring the rhythm of your heart- only he makes it beat that way. he watches, absolutely mesmerized as your fluids drip down your thighs, watching how he makes you melt. in the end, the two of you are reduced to nothing but empty space. because you were touya’s favourite part of himself.

you scream his name until his throat runs dry, as he continuously chases the feeling of your velvet walls clenching around his cock. god, the way he feels when your nipples slide over his pecs. how you scratch down hid back, how he actively has to keep his quirk in check as not to burn you- not that you’d mind a brand in the shape of his hand. he’s already left his fingerprints all over you, anyway.

“p-please! ah! don’t stop!” you moan for probably the 100th time. not that touya’s complaining, he loves your desperate side. he loves that he’s the one who can coax it out of you.

you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come. from his fingers, to his mouth, to his cock that felt like it was shaped especially for you. your thighs tremble around his waist desperately, begging him to pull yet another orgasm out of you. and touya happily obliges. he loves to fuck you till all you can think of is him.

he can feel himself unraveling, wanting nothing more than to see his cum dripping down your beautiful pussy. he knows that this is the last chance he’ll have to take you like this. and when you arch your back and scream ‘TOUYA!’ at the top of your lungs, he loses it.

the groan he lets out in your ear as he finally releases himself into you is mouthwatering. warm, thick, ropes of his seed stuffing you to the absolute brim. you feel your toes curl and your mind blank, only being able to focus on the sensation of his love melting away every single worry or doubt in your mind. the way the sweat from his and your body forces you two to stick together as he holds you against him, helping you come down from the intense high.

his body collapses down beside you, mustering all his leftover energy to pull you closer to him. he pulls the blanket over you and him, like cementing his rightful place next to you, holding you in his arms.

“could lay here with you forever.” he utters, somewhat hoping you won’t catch what he says.

“i wish you would.” of course you catch on.

he pulls back slightly to look you in the eye. having you here, hair sprawled out, in his arms. you’re covered in the evidence of him like your a crime scene- his favourite crime at that.

his heart clenches at the thought of tomorrow. that at this time in 24 hours, he won’t be with you anymore. and that made him want to scream.

your hands move up to cradle his chin, brushing your thumb over his lower lip. your voice is rasped from your recent activities as you ask your question: “can i ask you something?”

“anything, doll.” he says confidently.

you inhale deeply. “can… can you feel me here?”

you motion to his burnt lower lip, and then to his patches of purple, burnt skin, barely holding itself together. its a question you’ve wondered for years, yet have always feared the answer.

his silence is nerve wracking, before finally answering.

“yeah. i can.”

even then, you’re not convinced.

“even when i kiss you?” your voice is barely above a whisper.

he leans in closer, as if its important to him that you hear this.

“you’re the only person that makes me feel things, doll. yes, i can feel you.”

he inhales again, knowing that he needs to ask you this sooner or later.

“promise me something, babygirl.”

“anything.” you nod.

“promise me… promise me that when i walk out that door tomorrow. promise me you’ll find some other guy. someone that makes you happy and protects you. that..”

that loves you like he does. but touya knows that no one will ever love you like he does.

to say your heart shattered at that was an understatement. how could you ever even think of finding another man, when your heart irrevocably belonged to touya todoroki?

“…is that what you want?” you asked, still shocked.

the question hits him like a punch to the gut. no, he absolutely, unequivocally does not want that. the thought of someone else with you, loving you, holding you, being with you… it makes him sick to his stomach. no, he can’t even bare the thought of someone being tangled with you like this. dreaming of you like he does. loving you with a love so bright it burns- it made him sick.

and when he thinks of that. of you moving on without him.. selfishly, so fucking selfishly, it makes him want to burn the world down. because if it’s nothing but ash, no one will get to have you, even he’s gone. maybe to love him meant burning it all down, anyway.

and for a moment, he's tempted, so very tempted, to say no, to tell you that he wants you to never move on, to tell you to love him and only him, selfish as it may be. but he can't. not when he knows he never even deserved you in the first place.

"…yes."

and you have the audacity to scoff.

he looks on confused, and a little offended. what was so audacious in this moment it had you laughing?

“touya.” you call his attention. his blue eyes never even left your sight as he nods.

“do you honestly think love just ends when you leave?”

it stumps him, for a moment. like his heart stuttering at the thought. he tries to figure out where you’re going with this as he answers.

“no. i don’t.” he affirms.

“exactly.” you say. “it doesn’t. in fact, i don’t think i’ve loved you any more than i do right now. love is felt the strongest when its leaving.”

your words do more to him than he’d like to admit. he gulps.

“so even right now, you love me?”

the answer to that should have been obvious.

“i’m never not loving you.”

he manages a dry chuckle, pressing his forehead to yours. god, he wishes he could have this forever. but he knows a demon like him can’t enter heaven.

so for now, he embraces you fully, rubbing circles onto your back and hushing you to sleep. the cool air blows through the room, so he shields you with his body, wanting you to feel nothing but the warmth and the comfort you deserve. he may not be the guy you deserve, but he sure as hell can protect you like he his.

and for what might be the last time, he savours the way your lips bless his in a kiss. your the only name on his lips, the only one that could ever feel what its like to love him.

he feels his heartbreak as you fall asleep. he hopes you dream of him. dreams are so much happier.

“…i’m never gonna stop loving you.” he whispers.

and with that, touya falls asleep.

[from-memphis-with-love]

Hi. May I request a late 60s Elvis (charro era) in which he leaves the beard a little longer and female reader is horny because of it. He catches her staring intently until she jumps at him. Smut detailed, not rough but passionate and sensual. Thanks.

Stubble Trouble

(I won these unreleased photos of Elvis on the set of Charro! at an auction recently. I felt they were appropriately delicious for this one-shot)

Summary: Elvis comes home from filming Charro!, looking sexier than ever with a beard. You wish he never had to leave for work again. Warnings: Smut, smut, smut. But a little domestic fluff too?

You watch the horizon from the porch, the sun setting in a spectacle of orange and pink. The hush of twilight settles over the estate. Humidity clings to your skin, the balmy late summer air heavy with the scent of magnolias.

"Elvis car!" Olivia's voice pierces the calm, her small finger pointing down the winding driveway.

"That's right, baby girl. Daddy's home," you confirm, heart swelling with anticipation and a touch of melancholy. He's home, but for how long?

Will bounces on his toes beside you. "And he's got a beard!"

And indeed, it is your husband’s Cadillac, glossy and grand, pulling up a day early. You smile from ear to ear. Then, a shadow of concern—he's not alone. The Memphis Mafia spill out of the van behind him, their laughter and boisterous greetings disrupting the evening quietude.

You squint at the figure emerging last from the car. It's him, Elvis, with an unfamiliar scruff darkening his jawline. Your breath catches at the sight—your husband, yet somehow brand new.

Elvis’ eyes find you across the front yard, and the heat in his gaze makes your breath catch. But before he can reach you, a rocket shoots into his legs. "Dad! You're home!" 

Your husband scoops up your eight-year-old son, giving him the hug of the century. "Hey there, buddy! Did you grow a foot while I was gone?" As your two boys roughhouse, your daughter Olivia, toddles over on wobbly legs. Elvis kneels down, peppering her chubby cheeks with kisses. 

"Daddy, fuzzy!" Olivia's small hand reaches for Elvis's scruff. He chuckles, letting her chubby fingers explore his rough face. Her tiny brows furrow, her eyes well up. Her dimpled chin quivers. A baby sniffle pierces the air.

"Shhh." Elvis soothes, gently wiping away the beginnings of a tear with his thumb. He picks her up in his muscular arms, whispering into her ear. The cries recede; a whimsical giggle replaces them. "I missed you rascals something fierce. Were you good for Mama?"

"They were angels," you assure, joining the family huddle. "Welcome home, honey."

Dusting off his pants, Elvis rises to his feet, Olivia secured in one arm and Will clinging to the other. He approaches you, a certain swagger in his step that you've missed and his eyes flashing with something you know all too well—mischief. He sets the kids down and pulls you close, his kiss a sweet homecoming all its own. "Glad to be back, mama." His murmured endearment, the rasp of his beard on your skin, they feel so good that it makes your head spin.

"Welcome home, daddy," you reply, your voice steadier than your racing pulse. The feel of him, changed yet the same, stirs a dormant longing within you.

Your fingers itch to touch the unexpected growth shadowing his jaw. The beard transforms him, adds a rugged edge to the familiar contours of his face that you hadn't realized you'd long for until now. "This is new."

"Thought I'd try something different," Elvis replies, his smile a slow burn just for you. It lights a spark deep within, a yearning you've kept banked during those long nights alone.

"Huh. Looks good on you." You keep your voice light, but inside, desire smolders, fanned to life by this simple change. 

"Thought you might like it." His voice drops, a secret shared amidst the din. "Come on in, we've got stories to tell," he says, motioning to the rowdy crew behind him.

You nod, masking disappointment. You'd hoped for privacy, for that passionate reunion you've been craving. But now, with the house about to burst with company, you steel yourself for another night of playing hostess rather than lover.

"Let's get settled first," you suggest, ushering the children ahead of you into the house.

The evening unravels in a blur of activity—dinner preparations, catching up, pick up football. Admittedly, it’s nice to have a house full of laughter, but you wonder when you might have a moment alone with your husband. Amidst it all, you steal glances at Elvis, the way his beard adds a new edge to his expressions, wondering how it might feel against your skin.

“Outta sodas,” you say, hiding a smile. You eye Elvis from across the room. He catches your gaze, the understanding immediately flashing in his eyes.

“I’ll help ya fetch ‘em,” he offers, rising from the couch where he’s been holding court. He follows you into the hallway. The two of you disappear into the cooler back room, away from prying eyes and eager ears. 

Kneeling by the crate of chilled sodas, you feel the cool condensation against your fingertips. When you turn around, he’s right there, taking a step closer than necessary. His breath smells of mint and coffee; his eyes are full of promise.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he says. His hand brushes against your cheek, tender yet insistent. “Miss me?”

In answer, you turn and pull his mouth down to yours, kissing him with nearly six weeks worth of pent-up hunger. Your husband makes a surprised, pleased sound against your lips before taking control of the kiss, backing you up against the humming fridge.

"God, I missed you," he pants when you break apart. "Missed this. Feels like forever since I've had you all to myself."

“Since you’ve had me all to yourself?” you chide. “Elvis, you know I love the guys but did they really have to—”

But his hands quiet your thought. They’re everywhere, sliding under your shirt, dipping into the waistband of your jeans. You arch into his touch, desire spiraling through you. "We can't," you protest weakly. "Everyone's right out there..."

"Let ‘em wait." Elvis nips at your neck, soothing the sting with his tongue. "I've been dying to get my hands on you all day." The scratch of his whiskers is a delicious abrasion. It heightens every sensation as he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. A shiver wracks your body as the coarse hair rubs over your hammering pulse point. 

The contrast of his soft lips and wiry facial hair is dizzying, addicting. You tilt your head back with a breathy moan, giving him more access even as your hands ball in his shirt. Torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away before you lose all control.

Elvis chuckles darkly against your neck, the vibrations rumbling deliciously through you. He knows exactly what he's doing to you, how much you're loving the sensual brush of his beard on your skin. He drags his fuzzy jaw up to your ear, rasping delightfully against the sensitive flesh behind it.

"Been dreaming about this," he murmurs, his breath hot on your ear as his hands creep beneath your shirt. "About having you trembling for me, my beard on your soft skin as I love on every inch of you..."

You whimper, knees going weak at the erotic promise in his words, the tantalizing burn of his whiskers, the heat of his hard body pressing you into the cool metal of the fridge. It's almost too much, and yet you crave more, already addicted to this new sensation.

"Elvis, please..." you manage, not even sure what you're begging for, only knowing you need him to never, ever stop.

Just as you are about to throw caution to the wind and let your husband take you right there, a knock sounds at the door. 

"Hey, boss!" a voice calls. "Where'd you disappear to, man? Joe wants to run through the press junket schedule."

Elvis groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. "To be continued," he promises darkly, adjusting himself with a wince.

Stepping back, you reluctantly adjust your clothing. "Raincheck," is all you say, and it's a promise as much as it is a plea. He presses a swift kiss to your lips before opening the door and putting his 'star' smile back on.

You stand frozen for a moment. You shake yourself off. You tell yourself there's always later, there's always tomorrow. You gather the sodas and head back into the main room.

The night drags on. Laughter echoes through the house, amplified by the clink of glasses, the strums of guitars. The party’s in full swing and being a good hostess occupies most of your evening.

You sneak glances at Elvis, at how his beard lends him a new ruggedness that makes your heart hammer in your chest. You long to run your fingers through it, trace the lines of his face. He sometimes looks back, his gaze lingering on you before being pulled away by someone else. His eyes tell you: soon.

Your youngest, Olivia, chatters animatedly about butterflies, and Will bounces around with an energy only an eight-year-old can muster. You enjoy watching them mingle with your friends—however, they also serve as persistent reminders that privacy is out of reach.

Around eleven o’ clock, the house begins to quiet down. People trickle out, leaving behind echoes of laughter and empty plates. The house seems bigger, emptier, a stark contrast to the fullness it held just moments ago. Later, after baths and bedtime stories, you and Elvis collapsed onto the couch together, Elvis pulling your feet into his lap. "I thought I’d never get a minute alone with you," he sighs, kneading your arches.

You let your head fall back, relishing his touch. "I love that you're so busy, but I hate having to share you."

"I'm all yours now, sweetheart." Elvis presses a kiss to your ankle, his beard tickling delightfully. He gives you a heated look from under his lashes. "For the rest of the night, I'm all yours."

Anticipation zings through your veins, and you reach for your husband, already breathless. As he gathers you close, kissing you deeply, you can’t help but think that sometimes, the only thing better than a homecoming... is what comes after.

You sit up, scooting closer to run your fingers over Elvis' fuzzy jaw. "You sure it's you under there? This beard makes you look mighty different," you tease, eyes twinkling. "Like a whole new man."

Elvis turns his head to nip playfully at your fingers, a mischievous glint in his eye. "That so? Should I be worried about this 'new man' stealing my girl?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "Never. You know you're the only man for me, beard or no beard."

"Damn right," Elvis growls playfully, his hands settling on your hips as you shift to straddle his lap. "This 'new man' better know his place."

Draping your arms around his neck, you lean in close, your lips brushing his as you speak. "Oh, I don't know. He's pretty sexy. Rugged. Dangerous. Looks like a cowboy..." You let your voice drop to a husky whisper. "I might just be tempted..."

Elvis' fingers flex on your hips, pulling you flush against him. "Is that right?" He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, his beard rasping deliciously on your sensitive skin. "Well, I bet this 'new man' don't know how to touch you like I do."

You gasp as he finds a particularly sensitive spot, your back arching. "Mmm, I think you might be right," you manage breathlessly. "Better prove it to me, just to be sure."

"Gladly." Elvis captures your mouth in a searing kiss, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair as he sits you on his lap. "Let me show you just how well this old dog knows your body, mama."

You surrender to his touch with a moan, the world falling away until nothing exists but you, Elvis, and the delicious abrasion of his beard on your skin as he sets about thoroughly, blissfully reminding you that he's the only man who could ever make you feel this good.

Your mouths meet in a searing kiss, weeks of pent-up longing pouring out in a slick slide of lips and tongues. You rock against him, reveling in the growing hardness pressing against your center. 

His hands roam your back, dipping under your shirt to stroke the smooth skin beneath. You mewl into his mouth, desire turning molten in your veins. 

Just as you are considering the logistics of riding him right there on the couch, a creak on the stairs has you jumping apart like scalded cats. You hold their breath, waiting to see if one of the kids had woken up.

After a moment of tense silence, Elvis blows out a shaky laugh. "Probably not the best idea to get carried away down here, huh?"

On trembling legs, you climb off his lap, reaching down to adjust the prominent bulge in his jeans. "Probably not," you agree, giving him a heated look. "Bedroom?"

*

“Just gimme five minutes, I have to take off my makeup first.”

You feel Elvis’ presence behind you before you see him, the heat of his gaze pressing against your skin like a physical touch.

You meet his eyes in the mirror, see him leaning shirtless against the doorframe, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his silk pajama pants. That luscious beard frames the wicked slash of his smile. He looks so good it's almost sinful. "See something you like?" His voice is a husky rumble.

"You could say that." You bite your lip, watching his eyes darken. "I really, really like this new look on you."

He prowls closer, crowding you against the vanity. "Yeah? Is that so?"

You turn in his arms, running your hands appreciatively over the firm planes of his chest. "It makes you look dangerous. Sexy." 

Elvis dips his head to nuzzle your throat, the coarse brush of his whiskers making you shiver. "Sexy, huh? How sexy?"

"So sexy it should be illegal." You drag your mouth to his, kissing him with rising urgency. "Take me to bed," you demand against his lips. "Now."

Elvis wastes no time complying, lifting you easily into his arms and carrying you to the bed. He tumbles you onto the sheets, covering your body with his, both of you already breathing hard.

He undresses you slowly, almost reverently, rough fingertips and soft lips and scratchy beard worshipping every inch of skin he unveils. When he finally settles between your thighs, the first intimate rasp of his whiskers makes you cry out, fisting your hands in his hair.

"God, the way you taste," Elvis rasps against your slick folds, his voice rough with desire. "I'll never get enough."

He seals his lips around your most sensitive bundle of nerves and sucks gently, making you cry out and fist your hands in his hair. He groans in response, the vibrations shooting sparks of electricity through your core.

"Please," you whimper, hips rocking shamelessly against his face. "Don't stop..."

Elvis answers with a deep, approving hum, the tip of his tongue flicking over you in maddening little licks. "Never," he murmurs, beard and hot breath on your inner thighs a delicious contrast to his soft, demanding mouth on you. "Want to make you fall apart, over and over. Worship you with my mouth until you forget everything but my name..."

His words, low and fervent and filthy, push you to the brink as much as his dedicated ministrations. You sob out a broken plea as he wraps his lips around you again and sucks hard, pushing two thick fingers into your dripping channel at the same time.

"That's it, baby," he coaxes gutturally, crooking his fingers just right and rubbing ruthless circles around your swollen, aching bud. "Let me feel you, let me taste you falling apart..."

With a keening cry you shatter, back bowing and fingers clutching desperately at the sheets as your release crashes over you in pulsing waves. Elvis works you through it with lips and tongue and fingers, drawing out your pleasure until you collapse against the sheets, boneless and trembling. His beard is gleaming with your slick.

As you slowly come down from your high, you feel Elvis pressing tender kisses to your inner thighs, his whiskers a thrilling friction on your sensitive skin. You tug gently on his hair, urging him up your body until you can capture his mouth in a deep, languorous kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you shudder, your spent body already sparking with renewed desire.

"I wanna make you feel good too," you murmur against his lips, nipping playfully at the full bottom one. "I want to show you how much I missed you, how much I need you..."

Elvis' groan is low and needy as you push gently at his shoulders, encouraging him onto his back. You take your time mapping his chest with lips and fingers, re-memorizing every ridge and plane. He's lost in pleasure, muscles jumping under your touch, his breathing ragged as you chart a slow, meandering path down his long torso.

When you reach the waistband of his pajamas, you pause, looking up at him from under your lashes as you hook your fingers under the elastic. Elvis meets your gaze, his own heated and dark with want, his lips parted as he pants softly. Slowly, teasingly, you peel the fabric down, your heart racing in anticipation as his hardness is revealed inch by tortuous inch.

"God, look at you," you breathe, taking in the proud jut of his cock straining towards his belly. A thrill chases down your spine knowing that you did that to him, that he wants you just as desperately as you want him. "Look at this husband of mine... so hard for me already."

"Always," Elvis rasps, his voice strained and his hands fisting in the sheets as you ghost your fingers up his length. "Feels like I'm going to burst out of my skin with how bad I need you..."

You hum in satisfaction, running your thumb over the slick head and making him shudder. Slowly, you lower your lips, never breaking eye contact as you breathe hotly over where he's aching for you. "Let me take care of you," you whisper, a promise and a plea all in one. "Let me show you how much I love you."

Then you take him into your mouth, and the broken moan that spills from his lips is the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

You work him with spit and fingers and lips and tongue and just the barest hint of teeth, relishing every helpless sound you wring from him. You can feel how close he is, his thighs trembling, his grip on your hair bordering on painful. With a wicked hum, your relax your your throat and take him as deep as you can.

Elvis lets loose a stream of garbled curses, his hips jerking erratically. "Fuck, sweetheart, I'm gonna—"

But you just doubl your efforts, holding his gaze as you hollow your cheeks and suck hard. With a guttural cry, Elvis spills himself down your throat, his chest heaving as you gentle him through his sweet release.

"Christ," he pants as you release him and crawl up to drape yourself over his chest. "That was... You are..." He gives up and just hauls your mouth to his, kissing you breathless.

*

As you trade slow, deep kisses, you feel Elvis stirring against your thigh once more. A thrill chases down your spine at the evidence of his desire, your own body responding in kind. Wrapping your hand around his length, you stroke him gently, savoring the velvety heat of him and the way he pulses in your grip. "Already?" you tease. "Someone's eager."

Elvis nips your bottom lip. "Six weeks," he reminds you, rocking into your grip with a grunt. "You're lucky I lasted five minutes."

Giggling, you straddle his his hips, rubbing yourself along his length until you are both panting. "I think you ought to get to practicing then," you purr. "We've got weeks to make up for."

Elvis groans into your mouth, his hips rocking instinctively into you. "Need you," he pants against your lips, voice rough with want. "Need to be inside you..."

You nod desperately, just as aching to have him filling you up after so long apart. Rising up on your knees, you position him at your entrance, your breath catching as you slowly sink down onto his rigid length. His beard rasps against your neck, sending shivers up your spine.

Your body resists the intrusion at first, unaccustomed to the stretch after weeks without him. Elvis gentles you through it with soft kisses and soothing caresses, whispering words of love and praise as you take him inch by careful inch. The slight discomfort quickly melts into exquisite pleasure as he breaches you fully, your inner walls fluttering around him as you adjust to the thick, heavy feel of him inside you.

"God, baby," Elvis rasps, his big hands gripping your hips almost tight enough to bruise. His eyes are squeezed shut and his brow furrowed in concentration, as if he's fighting for control. "You feel so good. So tight. Like you were made just for me..."

You let out a shuddering sigh as you settle fully into his lap, relishing the sensation of being one with him again. "I was," you breathe, rolling your hips experimentally and making you both gasp. "Only for you. Always."

Slowly, you start to move, rising up until he nearly slips out of you before sliding back down to the hilt. Elvis meets your every downward stroke with an upward roll of his pelvis, burying himself impossibly deep. You set a slow, burning rhythm, sweat beading on your skin as you rock together, drawing out every delicious drag of him inside you.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders and your thighs tremble with exertion, but you barely register the strain. All you can focus on is your husband—his panting breaths and reverent gaze, the thick slide of his cock stretching you again and again, the heat of his body surrounding you and grounding you. In this moment, joined so intimately after what felt like an eternity apart, everything else fades away.

"Missed this," you grit out, your hands roaming restlessly over his back, his neck, scratching the dark hair on his jaw. "Missed you. I love you so damn much."

You rock together, slow and dirty, skin slick with sweat. Clutching at his shoulders, his back, urging him deeper, harder. The wiry scrape of his chest hair and beard against your sensitive nipples makes you writhe on top of him, the added stimulation almost too much to bear.

"Touch yourself," he rasps in your ear, changing the angle of his hips so he is grinding against your clit with every stroke. "Make yourself come on my cock, sweetheart."

You obey with a whimper, fingers flying to your center. Elvis eases you onto your back, gripping your thighs as he gently eases back into you, eyes black with lust as he watches you touch yourself. A private show for his eyes only.

The sight of him above you—miles of tanned skin, thick forearms corded with muscle, narrow hips rolling into you—combined with the magic you are working between your legs undoes you in record time. With a desperate whimper, you convulse around him, fingernails scoring his chest as you fall apart.

"I love you so much," Elvis sighs, fucking you through it. "One more, baby, give me one more."

He lowers himself even closer to you now, spreading your knees wide against his thighs and hugging you close to his chest. Enveloping you and never letting you go. You cling onto him with a sob, the new position letting him fill you impossibly deep. Elvis’ hands cup your backside, helping to fuck you a slow, tantalizing rhythm. 

“My wife, my wife,” he moans and his beard rasps the tender skin of your neck and he bites and sucks, stoking the heat building low in your belly.

"Elvis," you keen, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He holds you closer, whispering unintelligibly into your ear. "Oh god..."

He reaches between your bodies to rub tight circles around your bud, and the sensation combined with the delicious drag of him inside you sends you flying. You come with a silent scream, back arching, stars exploding behind your eyelids.

Elvis follows you a heartbeat later, burying his face in your neck with a muffled shout. You rock together through the aftershocks, until you collapse bonelessly underneath his sweat-slicked chest.

Tumbling back against the pillows, you are a tangle of sated, trembling limbs. Elvis’ big hands soothe up and down your belly, his lips pressing soft kisses to your sweat-damp temple. 

"Why do I ever leave?," he murmurs roughly. "I hate being away from you and the kids. Felt like I left a piece of myself behind." He pauses. "This is my favorite part of coming home. Having you in my arms again."

Emotion clogs your throat. "I wish it could always be like this." You look up at him, tracing his bearded jaw tenderly. "That you didn't have to leave so often."

"About that..." Elvis' arms tighten around you. "I've been thinking a lot lately. Y'know, about the stuff that really matters to me. And that's you and the kids. I'm gonna talk to Parker, see about cutting back on some of these long stretches away."

Your heart soars even as you search his face cautiously. "You mean it? You'd do that?"

"For you, mama? Anything." He seals his promise with a slow, sweet kiss. "I'm here now. and I aim to be here a lot more."

Tears prick your eyes, joy and relief overwhelming. "I'd love that," you whisper, lacing your fingers with his. "The kids would too."

“Yeah, me too,” he sighs. “Feels like I lose a little piece of me every time I’m gone.”

You nuzzle into his neck, relishing the prickle of his beard on your well-loved skin. "Looks like you found a new piece while you were gone," you tease. "I must say, I'm a fan."

"You really like it?" Elvis sweeps a hand over his scruffy jaw, grinning. "Maybe I'll keep it. Hey, if it gets you this hot for me, I may never shave again."

You just laugh, pulling him down for a long, slow kiss. You’d had a feeling that this stint away had made him rethink his priorities, and that maybe you’d be seeing a lot more of him— beard and all—in the coming months. 

And as you snuggle down into your husband's embrace, his contented rumble vibrating through you, you decide there was nowhere on earth you’d rather be than right here, wrapped up in his arms. Beard burn and all.

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[itsgrimeytime]

Magnolia in May (Part Seventeen) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16...

Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @belaballs @curlycarley @queenie32 @mgparker

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: none.

[[A/N: Fluff, more fluff! Fluff for everyone. Get ready for a date, my lovelies. Thanks for reading!!! ]]

You swore she would run herself out, pacing back and forth and back and forth. Headmistress was a rather disheveled character that morning -wonderous sort of frustration radiating off her body, you merely watched.

She seemed focused on the rug, eyes downcast as you stood by the hallway -eagerly following her movements. Headmistress stayed at such a pace, before pausing to herself (speaking words you couldn't quite catch but could hear the faint echo of). Her scream from moments ago stayed locked into your head, shaking along your skin -creeping there at that moment. It was one you'd heard before, honestly a bit astonished, shocked even. It was the same as when you were young and came home covered in mud.

And now, she stayed pacing -a few paces away from Mr. Grimes himself. He still seemed a touch ruffled from his startled sleep -tired eyes and hair just a touch off as if he'd tried to fix it but was unsuccessful.

Upon seeing Mr. Grimes, she had -rather, ungracefully- dragged you out of your bed. You were sure you looked much worse than him, you hadn't quite had time to fix anything.

"You..." she spoke, eyes pointed at him, "-Why are you here, Mr. Grimes? I can only see impropriety, and I'd love for you to clear my mind."

"Ms. Elisa," he responded, suddenly much more awake than before, "-Dr. Greene tended-"

Headmistress jumped in place, "Where is Hershel, in fact, I'm fairly certain he should be here for such things-"

"Ms. Elisa, it is not-"

"You would not admit to such a thing," Headmistress stiffened, "-even the best men would not wish to be in scandal. Despite being scandal already, I doubt you wish to-"

"Headmistress!" You shouted, suddenly, breaking the rather sickly thick tension in the air.

And then, two sets of eyes were upon you and suddenly you felt rather ill-equipped. But, instead of thinking such a way, you just navigated Headmistress's meltdown as you often did.

"Please, sit down."

Headmistress stilled, brown eyes flickering across your face -perhaps in search of some sort of guilt. One she would not find.

"I should sit," she echoed, voice slightly broken as you guided her to a chair, "-thank you, darling. I..."

Her eyes dipped to your nightgown, a bit in surprise -interrupting her current calming, "What are you doing in your nightgown?! That is entirely-"

"Ms. Elisa," you leveled, "-you dragged me out of my bed this morning. I believe you picked what I wore."

"Oh," she relaxed, almost a bit in shame.

"If you do not mind, I wish to get changed, but-" you started, "-I would appreciate it if you spoke with Mr. Grimes-"

"I-"

"-and actually listen to him. Please?" You continued, not missing a beat, "-I believe he's got much to talk about, yes?"

You turned to the man, then, he merely seemed to be frozen for a moment -blue eyes focused on your silhouette. You didn't believe him to blink, actually, "Mr. Grimes?"

Aimless, he suddenly straightened -eyes looking at you in a bit of bewilderment. As if your direct behavior had rather shocked him? It was a bit unladylike but necessary with Headmistress, she needed a grounded force. It was the only thing that broke through her franticness.

"Are you alright?" you asked, tilting your head toward him.

"Me?" he chuckled lightly, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck -nervous, "-I'm wonderful, truly."

"Right," you pursed your lips, "-well, I shall go get dressed. Fetch me when you've spoken."

The following few hours, Headmistress had nearly burst into tears any time she looked at you -refusing to tell you why. You already knew, of course, but it didn't stop you from asking. She asked you to go 'dress shopping' and 'pick out some new ribbons for your hair' for no reason other than her wish to "spend time with you".

You knew better.

The next few days were much of the same, but luckily, you found that a few days was enough to stick Beth back onto activities. Headmistress had favored her well, it was only a matter of time, really. And you just wished to be left alone after so much socializing. That, however, was never really the case.

You'd been left at home, Father off to work, and Headmistress had dragged both Beth and Maggie out for the day -not without requesting you to run to the grocers for the week. Which, in retrospect, did feel rather familiar to you -welcome, instead of the extra trips Headmistress often ran you off on.

Just as you were slipping on your shoes and adjusting the ribbon in your hair, there was a knock on the door. An intent force clear behind such a knock, you wondered briefly just who could be at the door -with such intent of all things.

Straightening yourself, brushing your skirt out of creases, and adjusting your basket in the crook of your arm -the woodwork was smooth on your skin. Unlike your previous one.

With a flourishing movement, you swung the door open. Your eyes immediately matched with brown ones, familiar brown ones.

"Mr. Dixon?"

The man stood rather straight, pristine, and well-trained -at least seemingly, "Mornin', Ms. Greene."

"Good morning," you responded, politely, as his eyes dipped to your basket, "-I'm just off to the shops for the week, do you have a delivery?"

Wordlessly, he held out a match of letters -the tinged brown and the ivory. You startled for a moment, simply forgetting such an exchange and your eyes smoothed across the letters. You on instinct collected them, holding them close to your chest -protective.

"And to extend an invitation," he spoke, further holding out his other hand -the tiny invitation enveloped in his hand. You carefully pulled it out of his hand, ink clean along the page -you stared at it in wonder.

Skimming along, you remarked, "Dinner?"

"Dinner," he confirmed, "-It's Mr. Grimes's intention to have you meet his family. Or rather the ones you haven't yet."

"Just me?"

"It's at your leisure, but he only invited you, particularly, yes."

"If he only asked for me, I shall respect as such," you remarked, clearing your throat and trying to cool your cheeks, "-Am I to be escorted?"

"Naturally," Mr. Dixon spoke, "-should I extend your acceptance to Mr. Grimes?"

"Yes, yes-" you rushed out, ungracefully, "-I will certainly be attending. Extend my acceptance and gratitude as soon as you see him next."

"You said you're off to do som' shoppin'?"

"Yes," you urged, "-Headmistress has often given me such trips for myself, why do you ask?"

"If you'd wish it," Mr. Dixon remarked, "-I could provide Mr. Grimes with such details, I'm sure he would accompany ya."

"Well," you responded, slowly, "-no such thing is necessary. But, if he wishes to join me, I will not be opposed."

"That," he stated, "-is 'at shall be said. Enjoy your morning, Ms. Greene."

And then, the door was shut once again. With a heavy sigh, you slumped against the door a moment -throwing the letters upon the table as if they had burned you. You were excited to see he remembered such things truly, but such a sight brought you back to receiving the first letter -the anguish, confusion...

It had been exhausting.

So, you set down your basket and stared at the paper. Now askew on top of each other because of your toss, they were blocked, and even then, it still felt quite intimidating.

"C'mon, Y/N," you mumbled, "-you're a lady, not a child. A lady."

With a forward motion, you pulled the chair to the table.

"A lady with a letter," you hummed.

Flipping open your own letter, tinged with brown -skimming along to read.

'Mr. Grimes,' you read -words smeared slightly by tears, you traced your fingers along his name.

'I fear rather that such affection will be limitless. That perhaps I may see you at the shops, and look at you a second too long. That the papers would recite 'Mistress looks longingly at recently reunited Groom', and that you may see it and pity me.

Please don't pity me.

I'm strong but the man I've begun to fall for pitying me? It's a pain I wish to never know. Please. I cannot ask for much now. '

You remembered writing this now, you had still been sick -sniffling and bedridden, but you begged for a paper and pen. Maggie was the one who had caved, wiping at your eyes so tenderly, and caring for you when Headmistress could not. It was a particularly desperate time.

'I wish often I could marry you. An embarrassing admission, by fault of my grace but I... hope you to know such a thing. It may change your mind. Your... decision in spite of how it affects me will be honored.

I will not harm your life just because mine is crumbling.

Love,

Y/N Greene'

You took a deep breath in, sinking into your chair -the feelings tumbling over your chest like a wave. So desperately heartbroken. So confused. So hurt-

"No longer," you cleared your throat, wiping gently at your eyes, "-he loves me. Beyond belief."

Something in you settled. You opened the ivory paper without a spare moment, carefully honoring the folds as if such a thing could rip.

'Ms. Greene,' he wrote, and you simply traced his lettering -smiling lightly.

'I know we are much past these letters, but this one... I felt an urge to respond. I cannot imagine you in such a state without feeling sick. So, I've conjured up this letter for you.

It's to stop such feelings of heartbreak, as I state my own feelings -clearly in writing.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

You will certainly see me in the shops, tight by your side, and frankly, I am certain I will marry you. If such an admission is embarrassing for you, it must be mortifying for me.

I love you,

Mr. Grimes.'

[bumblebeehug]

Here's a prompt:

Lucy falling asleep somewhere (desk? Couch? the floor?) and Natsu carrying her to bed

The days inbetween

Ao3

***

Lucy’s days were never alike. She didn’t have a set scheme for when she ate breakfast, when she went to work, when she came back home or when she fell asleep. Her work as a mage meant unreliable hours, and with her team it could also mean quite unreliable pay. Often she could be away for a few days, sometimes weeks, and at the end all their reward money would go to repair any damages caused by them. Well, caused by Natsu, Gray, Erza and even Wendy, more often than Lucy.

This way of living wasn’t very sustainable. Everyone in the guild knew how futile Team Natsu’s missions turned out, and though Lucy would love to tell herself that money didn’t matter, her friends and her team mattered more. She couldn’t argue with facts – she had to pay the rent and have money for groceries. So, when weeks went by without any jobs – be it because people needed time to heal, or someone going on another job with other people, Lucy had the opportunity to earn some pocket money through journalism. She quit the job for good after working there for a year, but thankfully they told her that she always was welcome to work extra there. 

Mostly that entailed editing other journalists' pieces, keeping the office neat or buying coffee as a temporary assistant. It gave her a moderate sum of money and didn’t require her to be around for an extended amount of time – it was flexible work. Other times, however, she knew she had a week or two off, and those times she could do proper journalistic work. Since she was one of the few mages that worked journalistically in Magnolia, she could take on stories that required the reporter to go into more dangerous situations. 

So, that was exactly what she had been doing for the last six days. She had been allowed to write a story covering mage-less crime in the centre of Magnolia, and had gathered all the information she currently required. Since she wasn’t working with the others in the office, she could manage her hours however she wanted, which meant that she, at 11:30pm on a Sunday night, was sprawled across her living room floor, papers and notes from interviews and police reports surrounding her, trying to make an informed yet catchy summary of her conclusion. She wanted to finish this before the editorial office opened tomorrow, at 6am. If she only knew how to elegantly wrap this story up. She already had three titles, a dozen photos for the editors to choose from, and she had just the right number of characters so that there’d be space for photos, undertitles, fact boxes and more.

All this work had her absolutely exhausted. She usually didn’t drink coffee due to her dislike of the taste, but despite this, she had already had six cups of coffee in total, just in the last twelve hours. The initial caffeine kick had helped her speed through this project, but now she was feeling the consequences – a major caffeine dip. Her movements felt sluggish, her eyesight was getting worse by the minute, and she didn’t manage to form a single thought. It wasn’t even that late, compared to when she usually finished her articles, but she truly messed up by drinking all that coffee.

Lucy reluctantly lied down on her side. She told herself she just made herself comfortable to read through her article from the beginning, but she knew she was lying to herself. If she didn’t sleep now there was no way she’d be able to make it to the office tomorrow morning - she probably wouldn’t even be able to wake up until 11am. So, she decided not to beat herself up over allowing her heavy eyelids to close for a while. And she didn’t feel bad for crinkling some of her workpapers as she made herself comfortable on the rug. She didn’t even worry about saving energy by turning off the lights in the kitchen – just this once she let herself indulge in not doing things properly.

***

When Natsu opened the front door he was surprised to see the lights on. It certainly made it easier for him to navigate around the shoes in the hallway, but he couldn’t help but feel curious. Was Lucy still awake? She couldn’t be, she told her just yesterday she had to go to her extra job early Monday morning – it wouldn’t make sense for her to be awake at 2am.

He slowly made his way around the apartment, trying to piece together what was going on. As soon as he turned the corner he got his answer. Two metres away, Lucy lay curled up on the rug just by the couch. She had made quite a mess, papers and notepads acting as tripping hazards through the entire room. He practically had to go through an obstacle course just to reach her.

Lucy looked peaceful where she slept, and hadn’t he known better he’d think she was comfortable on the rug. Her eyes moved around quite a bit under her eyelids, so he suspected she was dreaming about something. Hopefully only good dreams. Though, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was having a nightmare – after all, they had been through a lot in their lives, and some things weren’t easily forgotten. Natsu knew that from experience.

He quickly decided that she couldn’t keep sleeping there. She would definitely be mad at herself for not going to sleep properly if she woke up with pains, plus, Natsu had come here to sleep in bed with her, not to imitate the way they slept when they were out camping on missions. They could do that any other time, but there was no way that he would pass on the opportunity to spend the night in her bed. He never slept quite as good anywhere else – it had to be Lucy’s bed, with her in it.

Carefully he took her in his arms, making sure not to shake her around too much, in case she woke up. Luckily she only stirred a little, grabbing Natsu’s neck and drawing him close into a hug. Natsu swiftly put his arm under her legs and stood up, proud to have successfully picked her up, even getting rewarded with a hug. Lucy had managed to nuzzle her face into the crook between Natsu’s neck and shoulder, and Natsu felt his entire soul yearn for a cuddle in bed, so he could reciprocate.

Making sure to be light on his feet, he managed to snuck into the bedroom without stepping on her important papers. He almost slipped on a pencil, but quickly regained his balance. As soon as he got away from the mess he hurried to the bed, moving the comforter and placing down Lucy in one movement. Then he undressed, knowing that Lucy hated it when he touched her bed in his outside clothes, and joined her.

Natsu’s heart was full as he laid beside her. He took her in his arms, wrapped them around her waist and took a deep breath, full of the scent of Lucy and the shampoo she loves. She truly fit in his arms perfectly, lying flesh against his body as he spooned her. Natsu couldn’t remember if they always had been able to cuddle this comfortably, or if there had been a time where his arms would fall asleep or she’d toss around to find a comfortable spot. He wouldn’t be surprised however if they actually were made for each other.

Any other day, Lucy would have woken up and given him a lecture on how friends weren’t allowed to use emergency keys for anything other than an actual emergency. She’d tell him off, try to make him sleep on the couch “where friends belonged” and nag him for not taking a shower before bed. Today, however, Natsu thanked the heavens for her part time job. It may be the reason Lucy’s unavailable a lot of the time, despite them being on breaks from missions, but it was also the reason she didn’t wake up today, earning him some extra cuddle time, filled with the softness and warmth of her body.

Before he fell asleep himself, he managed to kiss Lucy just below her ear, almost on her jaw. Once in a while he allowed himself to indulge in the love he felt for her, or else he knew he would go crazy. One more soft peck, and then he joined her in the world of dreams.

Lucy’s days were never alike. She didn’t have a set scheme for when she ate breakfast, when she went to work, when she came back home or when she fell asleep. Her work as a mage meant unreliable hours, and with her team it could also mean quite unreliable pay. Often she could be away for a few days, sometimes weeks, and at the end all their reward money would go to repair any damages caused by them. Well, caused by Natsu, Gray, Erza and even Wendy, more often than Lucy.

This way of living wasn’t very sustainable. Everyone in the guild knew how futile Team Natsu’s missions turned out, and though Lucy would love to tell herself that money didn’t matter, her friends and her team mattered more. She couldn’t argue with facts – she had to pay the rent and have money for groceries. So, when weeks went by without any jobs – be it because people needed time to heal, or someone going on another job with other people, Lucy had the opportunity to earn some pocket money through journalism. She quit the job for good after working there for a year, but thankfully they told her that she always was welcome to work extra there. 

Mostly that entailed editing other journalists' pieces, keeping the office neat or buying coffee as a temporary assistant. It gave her a moderate sum of money and didn’t require her to be around for an extended amount of time – it was flexible work. Other times, however, she knew she had a week or two off, and those times she could do proper journalistic work. Since she was one of the few mages that worked journalistically in Magnolia, she could take on stories that required the reporter to go into more dangerous situations. 

So, that was exactly what she had been doing for the last six days. She had been allowed to write a story covering mage-less crime in the centre of magnolia, and had gathered all the information she currently required. Since she wasn’t working with the others in the office, she could manage her hours however she wanted, which meant that she, at 11:30pm on a Sunday night, was sprawled across her living room floor, papers and notes from interviews and police reports surrounding her, trying to make an informed yet catchy summary of her conclusion. She wanted to finish this before the editorial office opened tomorrow, at 6am. If she only knew how to elegantly wrap this story up. She already had three titles, a dozen photos for the editors to choose from, and she had just the right number of characters so that there’d be space for photos, undertitles, fact boxes and more.

All this work had her absolutely exhausted. She usually didn’t drink coffee due to her dislike of the taste, but despite this, she had already had six cups of coffee in total, just in the last twelve hours. The initial caffeine kick had helped her speed through this project, but now she was feeling the consequences – a major caffeine dip. Her movements felt sluggish, her eyesight was getting worse by the minute, and she didn’t manage to form a single thought. It wasn’t even that late, compared to when she usually finished her articles, but she truly messed up by drinking all that coffee.

Lucy reluctantly lied down on her side. She told herself she just made herself comfortable to read through her article from the beginning, but she knew she was lying to herself. If she didn’t sleep now there was no way she’d be able to make it to the office tomorrow morning - she probably wouldn’t even be able to wake up until 11am. So, she decided not to beat herself up over allowing her heavy eyelids to close for a while. And she didn’t feel bad for crinkling some of her workpapers as she made herself comfortable on the rug. She didn’t even worry about saving energy by turning off the lights in the kitchen – just this once she let herself indulge in not doing things properly.

***

When Natsu opened the front door he was surprised to see the lights on. It certainly made it easier for him to navigate around the shoes in the hallway, but he couldn’t help but feel curious. Was Lucy still awake? She couldn’t be, she told her just yesterday she had to go to her extra job early Monday morning – it wouldn’t make sense for her to be awake at 2am.

He slowly made his way around the apartment, trying to piece together what was going on. As soon as he turned the corner he got his answer. Two metres away, Lucy lay curled up on the rug just by the couch. She had made quite a mess, papers and notepads acting as tripping hazards through the entire room. He practically had to go through an obstacle course just to reach her.

Lucy looked peaceful where she slept, and hadn’t he known better he’d think she was comfortable on the rug. Her eyes moved around quite a bit under her eyelids, so he suspected she was dreaming about something. Hopefully only good dreams. Though, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was having a nightmare – after all, they had been through a lot in their lives, and some things weren’t easily forgotten. Natsu knew that from experience.

He quickly decided that she couldn’t keep sleeping there. She would definitely be mad at herself for not going to sleep properly if she woke up with pains, plus, Natsu had come here to sleep in bed with her, not to imitate the way they slept when they were out camping on missions. They could do that any other time, but there was no way that he would pass on the opportunity to spend the night in her bed. He never slept quite as good anywhere else – it had to be Lucy’s bed, with her in it.

Carefully he took her in his arms, making sure not to shake her around too much, in case she woke up. Luckily she only stirred a little, grabbing Natsu’s neck and drawing him close into a hug. Natsu swiftly put his arm under her legs and stood up, proud to have successfully picked her up, even getting rewarded with a hug. Lucy had managed to nuzzle her face into the crook between Natsu’s neck and shoulder, and Natsu felt his entire soul yearn for a cuddle in bed, so he could reciprocate.

Making sure to be light on his feet, he managed to snuck into the bedroom without stepping on her important papers. He almost slipped on a pencil, but quickly regained his balance. As soon as he got away from the mess he hurried to the bed, moving the comforter and placing down Lucy in one movement. Then he undressed, knowing that Lucy hated it when he touched her bed in his outside clothes, and joined her.

Natsu’s heart was full as he laid beside her. He took her in his arms, wrapped them around her waist and took a deep breath, full of the scent of Lucy and the shampoo she loves. She truly fit in his arms perfectly, lying flush against his body as he spooned her. Natsu couldn’t remember if they always had been able to cuddle this comfortably, or if there had been a time where his arms would fall asleep or she’d toss around to find a comfortable spot. He wouldn’t be surprised however if they actually were made for each other.

Any other day, Lucy would have woken up and given him a lecture on how friends weren’t allowed to use emergency keys for anything other than an actual emergency. She’d tell him off, try to make him sleep on the couch “where friends belonged” and nag him for not taking a shower before bed. Today, however, Natsu thanked the heavens for her part time job. It may be the reason Lucy’s unavailable a lot of the time, despite them being on breaks from missions, but it was also the reason she didn’t wake up today, earning him some extra cuddle time, filled with the softness and warmth of her body.

Before he fell asleep himself, he managed to kiss Lucy just below her ear, almost on her jaw. Once in a while he allowed himself to indulge in the love he felt for her, or else he knew he would go crazy. One more soft peck, and then he joined her in the world of dreams.

[simskittyyy]

Muji-Inspired Tiny Home (+CC)

Floor plan:

This lovely two-story tiny home is located on a 20x15 lot in Mt. Komorebi. It has 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, a laundry room, family room and balcony. It is perfect for your sim couple wanting to start a family.

About the lot:

Size: 20x15

Value: 59,902 simoleons

Type: Residential

Location: 6-4-1 Hanamigawa, Mt. Komorebi

The lot uses the packs: Snowy Escape, ECO Lifestyle and Get Together

List of CCs used:

ArtVitalex

Milla circle mirror

Worthington bathroom set

Zenica bathroom set

Chicklet

California dreaming rug

Magnolia laundry room set

Minc

Sunset arch (part of set)

Mutske

Banks window middle right 1x1, Banks window middle left 1x1

Banks window middle right open 1x1, Banks window middle left open 1x1

Banks window tall wide 1x1

Macau door privat 1x1

Pilton arch 1x1

RetroReBOOT Thindows addon door private 1x1

Nickname

Modern Luxury dressing room (dress, pants, hoodie, shirt)

Quiet bedroom set

Today’s House set

NynaeveDesign

Lyne build set blinds v5

Pilar

Fashion curtains3

RVSN

Bidet As It May shower tub curtain combo

SIMcredible

Dual Channel set, Dual Channel decorations

My Essay set, My Essay decor

Naturalis sideboard

ScandiFever living room

Solatium set

Young Way living desk, office chair

Syboubou

Advent 2022 modern piano

Cecile Office set

Marjolaine sneakers & espadrilles

Millennial kitchen set

Millennial bedroom set

Zophoro Mailbox

Ung999

Bedroom Anel part 1 & part 2

Inside Out fireplace

Living Kara steel frame shelf V1, living kara decorations

Wondymoon

Helium kitchen, Helium kitchen decorations

Thank you to all amazing CC creators ♥

Thank you xXSarina_27xX for the gallery paintings ♥

DOWNLOAD

Tray files + CC links: [CURSEFORGE]

[lizzisimss]

Phoenix and Michael’s Home

CC used (list below) Crick Cabana in Willow Creek 20 x 15 2 bed, 1 bath $109,504

This build is part of the Lizzisimss Save File.

Aira - https://www.patreon.com/airacc

·       2 Piece Painting

·       Bear & Mountain candles

·       Daisy vase

·       Dogi Pot

·       Mini easel

·       Mirror with stickers

·       Vanilla dish rack

·       Vanilla egg tray

·       Vanilla flower candle

·       Vanilla toaster

·       Vanilla utensil holder

ATS4 - https://sims4.aroundthesims3.com/index.shtml

·       Canisters basic

·       Kitchen rack condiments

·       Kitchen rack washing up

Brazen lotus - https://www.brazenlotus.com/objects-d... :

·       BG Coffee bag

·       SP13 Laundry made essentials

charly pancakes - https://www.patreon.com/charlypancakes

·       The Lighthouse Collection

·       Lavish Merged

·       Miscellanea Merged

·       Modish Merged

·       Selection One merged

·       Smol Merged

·       The candle

Evi - https://www.thesimsresource.com/artists/evi/

·       Hellenic wall E

felixandre - https://www.patreon.com/felixandre

·       Georgian Set

 house of harlix - https://www.houseofharlix.com

·       Orjanic Merged

·       Bafroom Merged

·       Baysic Merged

·       Livin’Rum Merged

·       The Kichen Merged

 harrie - https://www.patreon.com/heyharrie

·       Brownstone Collection

·       Country Collection

·       Halcyon Kitchen

·       Octave

·       Shop the look

·       Spoons

 Kiwisim - https://www.patreon.com/Kiwisim4

·       Block House

·       Piha

·       Surrey

 leaf motif - https://leaf-motif.tumblr.com

·       2202 Magnolia Bathroom

·       Aubrey Office

·       Botanic Boudoir

·       Calliope Bathroom

·       Devon Kitchen

·       Ivy Hallway

·       Rory Bedroom

·       Simblreen 2021

·       Starlight Crystals

·       Stellan Dining

·       Patron gift 1

·       Patron gift 2

·       Patron gift 4

·       Sunbeam Study

·       Sunny Corner

·       Twee Tableware

·       Vintage Crockery

 lilis-palace - https://www.patreon.com/lilis_palace

·       Intarsia Biedermeier set

 littledica - https://www.patreon.com/littledica

·       Rise & Grind Café

·       Sleek Slumber stuff pack

·       Deligracy cottage living update

·       Deligracy Delicato stuff pack

·       Roman holiday

 Madlen - https://www.patreon.com/madlen

·       Nuri Rug

 max 20 - https://www.patreon.com/Max20

·       Cozy Backyard pack

·       Master bedroom pack

 Maxsus – https://maxsus.tumblr.com/post/640662541333348352/download

·       Poolside lounge pack

Mechtasims - https://www.patreon.com/mechtasims

·       Bathroom set wall mirror

·       Aphrodite Set

·       Back to school

·       Cyber girl

·       Essential clutter

·       Groovy baby

my cup of cc -https://www.patreon.com/mycupofcc

·       Maple Manor The Modernist Collection Living Room

·       August 2021

·       Colour Talk Dining Stuff

·       Colour Talk Kitchen

·       Colour Talk Living Rm

myshunosun - https://www.patreon.com/myshunosun

·       Elle Office

·       The art room

·       Uma living

·       Dawn living

·       Gale dining

·       Lottie

Networksims - https://networksims.tumblr.com/

·       Giosue Tile Wall

NolanSims - https://nolan-sims.com/downloads

·       Strawberry Planters

Novvvas - http://ts4novvvas.blogspot.com/

·       Vintage floor

oni - https://www.patreon.com/oni28

·       Bakery Clutter

·       Cottage kitchen

·       Vintage living room

 peacemaker - https://peacemaker-ic.tumblr.com/TS4O...

·       Atwood living

·       Bayside bedroom set

·       Creta kitchen

·       Futura

·       Hudson bathroom

·       Kingston dining

·       Kitayama dining

·       Kitayama living

·       Mid-century eclectic

·       Mina kitchen

·       Province

·       Urbane kitchen

·       Bowed

 pierisim - https://www.patreon.com/pierisim

·       Calderone bedroom

·       MCM All

·       Oakhouse all

·       Living room mini kit

·       Tidying Up

·       Coldbrew Coffeeshop

·       Winter Garden

·       Domaine du Clos

renorasims - https://www.renorasims.com

·       xtreme shower

RVSN – https://ravasheen.com/

·       cup of cozy

·       smarts content

simplisticsims - http://simplisticsims4.com

·       Cottage roman curtain

·       Loloi Pink Rugs

·       RHckbreadbox

 sixiamcc - https://imfromsixam.tumblr.com/

·       Breeze of Greece

·       Oak & concrete kit

·       Charming Chalet

·       Home Basics

·       Home Improvement

·       Home Office

·       Retro Vibes

·       Teen room

 SYB – https://www.patreon.com/Syboubou

·       Bonbon

·       Galileo

·       Julie

·       Laundry

·       Nathalie

SurelySims - https://www.patreon.com/surelysims

·       Electronic citrus clock

Clutter Cat - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thec...

·       Busy Bee

·       Cat milk no 1 reloaded

·       Cat milk no 2 reloaded

Torque - https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/Torque3/

·       Aged wood floor

TUDS -https://www.patreon.com/TudTuds

·       Beam Parte 2 V01 Merged

·       Wave merged

 awingedllama - https://www.patreon.com/awingedllama

·       Apartment therapy inspired stuff v2 Merged

·       Paranormal plants

·       Blooming rooms plants

 MXIMS – https://mxims.tumblr.com/

·       Ikea Barso Wall Grid B

Warmthlu - https://warmthlu.tumblr.com/tagged/s4cc

Mini wallpaper set

[alders-simblr]

Rowanwood Estates

Rowanwood Estates - WillowCreek - Sage Estates

I'm calling this the 'lite' version because I'm going to go back and clutter it up and change it but it is by no mean 'light' on CC. This one is going to be a long list of links just as a warning and includes my own mod tweak packages for the two cars on it (further explained below).

As with ALL my builds, you're going to want to have bb.moveobjects ON before placing the lot and I DID use TOOL to place some of the more complicated tweaks.

As with all my builds, it is on my gallery under EA ID: alderwitch but you can also download the tray files on my patreon as well here.

Lot Size: 50 x 50

Furnished Price: 915,012 Unfurnished: 336,018

Bedrooms: 6 Bathrooms: 7

Details and CC Shopping List below the cut.

Packs Used: HSY, Cottage Living, Snowy Escape, Eco Lifestyle, Island Living, Get Famous, Seasons, City Living, Get Together, Get To Work, Werewolves, Wedding Stories, Dream Home, Dine Out, Spa Day, Little Campers, Blooming Rooms, Courtyard Oasis, Bust the Dust, Nifty Knitting, Fitness, Backyard, Romantic Garden, Movie Hangout, Cool Kitchen

CC Used: CM Designs: Isla Pt 2, Jasper, Oakley, Rugs, Thermostat Oni: Traditional Japanese Room, Artist's World Room, Custom Food Pink Baddie: Baby Food, Magical Rug, Play Kitchen Sooky: Abstract Frames, Moroccan Rugs, Hydrangea Jug, Kids Rugs, Pretty Blue Rugs ClutterCat: Shiba Inu Rug Aira: Vanilla Rice Cooker Amoebae: Half Strip Tile, Statement Walls, Hallway Stone ATS4: Bagclutter AWingledLLama: Diaper Pail House of Harlix: Bafroom, Baysic, Harluxe, Jardane Brazen Lotus: ABP Closet, Greenhouse, Chronicles of Dressup, Reupholstered Sofa, Phoenix Fence Black Charly Pancakes: Lighthouse Collection, All CC Merged? Felixandre: Chateau, August 2019, Berlin Pt 3, Colonial Pt 2, Florence Set Pt 1, pt 3, Georgian, Grove Pt 4, Paris pt 1, Pt 3, Shop the Look Season 1 Walls That Make Sense: Dynasty, Fundamentals, Lights, Opulence Harrie: Country, Octave, Livin Rum, Tiny Twavellers Icemunmun: AirFryer, Canning Preserves, Finger Sandwiches, Floral tea, Burger Essentials, Mill, Soup, Soda Joliebean: Padtow LBB: Grannie's Cookbook, Recipe Tin, Recipe Stand LilacCreative: Body Butter, Candle LeafMotif: Magnolia Bathroom, Sunbeam Study, Starlight Crystals Ivy LittleDica: Chic Bathroom, Rise N Grind Cafe, Sleek Slumber, Modern Kitchen, Roman Holiday MadameRia: Back to Basics, Luxe, CoL Wallpaper Addon, Lucky Man Marvell: Lux, Janina, KC, Tiny Footsteps, UPcycle MyCupofCC: Maple Manor Books, Curtain, Macrame Shelf Max20: MasterBedroom Pack, Pouf Soft, Washing and Drying Machines Myshousun: Nora Living, Serene Bathroom, Zephyr Office, Dawn Living, Garden Stories, Freja, Gale Peacemaker: Atwood, Grasscloth, Bayside, Caine, Coulor Me Rugs, Drapery Delights, Elme Jute, Elsie, Futura, Gorgeous Georgian, Glass Tile, Hamptons Hideaway, Hamptons Retreat, Hinterlands, Hudsoon, Kingston, Kitayama, Lennox, MCE, Mina, Myra, Nox, Oasis, Quintin, Serenity, Vara, Marcissus Folly PieriSim: David Apartment, Domaine Du Clos, MCM, Oak House, Teeny Weeny, The Office, Tidying Up, Winter Garden Redhead Sims: Nintendo Switch RVSN: Advant 2020 Holiday Decor, Bidet, Binge Inking, CakeABreak, Cupcake Machine, Don't Be Alarmed Alarm Clock, Flood Saucer Light, Hoarders, Void Critter Gaming, Kids Toybin, Knit Happens, Major Inspo, MOtivational Speaker, Personal Brewer, Cod Fish Tank, One Nightstand Short, Peg to Differ, Procraftination, Shop Chef, Shut the Front Door, Smeglish Dishwasher, Sport Retail Therapy, Throw Shade, ToolTime, Watts Not to Love, SP Built Ins, You know the Drill, Ruggable SimCredible: DishDrainer, Naturalis Pantry SimKoos: Boba Storage, Home Clutter, Infant Bottles, Office Tour, Stroller Deluxe Sixam: Cozy Family Room, Gothic W Lighting, Home Basics, Home Improvement, Luxbath, Mixer, Private Surface, RetroVibes, Small Spaces, Spring Six, Stylish Wood, Teen Room Softerhaze: Bramblefinch Powder Walls Syboulette: Oceane, Advent 2022 Wood Parquet, Attic, Bayhouse, Boho Wedding, Brigette, Bougainvillers, Candy, Clarisse, Coraline, Crossfit, Delphine, Designer Meeting Table, Diane, Dino, Dreamy, Faveo, Fitness, Helios, Karaoke, Laundry, Louane, Millenial, Mozaik, Nothingtowear, Pascaline, Petite Chef, Ratatoulle, Sabine, Serenity, Unicorn Birthday Taurus Design: Cassandra Bathroom, Eliza Bedroom and Closet, Elsa, Jade, Katrina Tuds: 2nd Wave, Cave, Crib, Cross, Emma, NCTR, SHKR, Wave WhoisSage: Shag Rug, Handful of Mats, Simply Striking

Functionality

These mods are not technically in the build but are needed to have mods (syboulette's crossfit and aira's rice cooker specifically) functional.

ZulfAndHakrabr: Let's Get Fits Modpack Ricky: Useable RiceCooker

Vehicles

Technically, the two vehicles used for this build use the the Breeze Motors 2018 Mercedes E-Class Wagon and the 2020 Maserati Quattroporte as their base. I won't link to the download page as its a perma-paywaller and I fundamentally disagree with how Breeze Motors is handling their patreon personally. I will leave it to you to decide if you want their CC and how you acquire it if you choose to do so.

For my personal game, I have edited and stripped down my copies of these two cars and modified them so that they work with Simnation Travel. I have a pinned patreon post that is not paywall locked here explaining that more in depth and include the required files HERE.

If you go that route, and would like to download the cars, you can find them here:

Maserati Quattroporte

Mercedes E-Class

I should note that in addition to lacking the door open /close options of the original as those were stripped down, the textures were redone with simlish for a more maxis match look in game.

Mods for this Build

These are not technically required for the build to function but this build was built using overrides for both Sim Realist's SNB Bills mod as well as Simnation Travel vehicles. You shouldn't get any weird errors if you load the build in without those mods but if there's an exception caught by MCC related to that, it's probably just reconciling that the override the lot was built with is not in place in your game. It should only be a one time alert the first time the game loads in if it happens and should not cause any issue other than MCC making a noise at you about it noticing weirdness.

(The SNB provides the High Speed Internet trait to the lot and I think it will just set that trait to empty if its loaded without but I haven't personally confirmed it, hence the note here. ) Additional Note

I'm pushing this to live today just to make sure it hits my tumblr the same time as I pushed the build to my gallery but I will be going back to add links into the list. There are just a LOT to track down and it might take me a day or two to finish that part.

[dainty-fingertips]

Oh. My. God. I’d love to see a fic based after your latest fic of the Sinister Six and the engineer reader, and I’d LOOVEEEE to see one where Montana takes out the reader on a date and the reader increasingly gets more flustered at his antics 👀

MONTANA SUPREMACY HELLO OMG y’all already know what’s about to happen

For me? ||Montana x fem!reader

word count: 2016

summary: After a successful night dealing with the web-slinger, the Sinister Six return to the base in the best mood you’ve ever seen them in. Montana, especially, who, in his fit of confident euphoria, invites you out for a first date. His flirting seems to have quite an effect on you, though…

trigger warnings: none!! :)

written in third person pov so I wouldn’t get any weird looks from my family on vacation

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Her heels wobbled slightly as she moved to the front door of the establishment. Not out of inexperience, but out of sheer nervousness. This was not only her first date with a supervillain, but with Montana specifically. That smug bastard had swept her into his arms when he had gotten home with the other five, pulled his mask off, and pressed a long kiss to her knuckles. Only then did he invite her out to dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants in New York. In a sputtering fit of bashfulness, she uttered a meager acceptance. The night’s search for the web-slinger must have gone well.

Pulling her dress down a little more, she approached the person standing at the entrance podium outside. “Hi!” She gave them a small smile and a nod, of which they responded with one in turn. “Hello, welcome.” She swallowed thickly her saliva and clasped her hands together in front of her. “I’m here for a date, I don’t know if he’s here or not…?” They quirked an eyebrow and looked down at the tablet attached to the podium for a moment in thought. “Guy with the cowboy hat?” A giddy musing of laughter bubbled out as a soft, embarrassed giggle at the question. “Yeah, that’s him.” The bouncer grinned and motioned for her to follow them inside.

The interior of the restaurant was familiar in a nostalgic sense, only because her parents had once brought her for her birthday several years ago. There was an iron chandelier with mock candles flickering the lobby in a dim but warm light, dark wooden floors, a touched-up cobble fireplace, and a pleasantly stitched sage green rug in the middle of the floor. She was lead into the next room to the right, the first of four dining areas. It was carpeted everywhere except for underneath the tables with mounted lanterns and tea candles on every table. Montana was nowhere to be seen here.

She was transferred from the bouncer to a waiter who was informed of the smooth-talking cowboy and his now-present date. The waiter, after a quick nod in the general direction, began to lead her through the second dining area, the third, and outside to the fourth. There she saw him, seated at a table in the large outdoor seating area near the middle. A pleasant array of candles were in the center of the glass-plated table, warmly casting their light on Montana’s stunningly handsome face.

Noticing him, she inhaled sharply and quickly told the waiter that she could go from there. He nodded and retreated back inside, leaving her to greet Montana by herself. Once again, she used her hands to fiddle with her dress and situate her hair and when she finally put them back at her sides, she and Montana were staring wide-eyed at each other across the patio. Taking a deep breath, she began to take hopeful-yet weary-steps to the table.

Montana stood up, his surprised look quickly replaced with an impressed eyebrow raise and a welcoming grin. “Well, well!” He approached her and met her at her seat, taking her hand in his own and pressing his lips to her knuckles once more. “Ain’t you prettier than a magnolia in May?” She couldn’t help but look down at her feet with a bashful smile spreading across her face. “T-Thank you for inviting me to dinner. I wanted to dress up for you.” She giggled, covering her face. “For me, huh?”

Montana’s grin evolved slowly into a smirk. “Shoot, ‘S awful sweet of you, sugar.” She realized then the connotations that came with what she’d just said and her face began to burn. “N-No, not- I just mean that, y-you know…” Without making TOO much of a move, he pulled out her chair and sat back down with her. There were two glasses of water on both of their sides of the table, and she began to think that might be the only way she’d be able to get her cheeks to turn back to a healthy color.

She picked up her glass, somehow cold despite a lack of ice, and took a long sip from it. Montana chuckled at her flustered attempts to cool herself off from the inside out. He took a sip of his own in response. She set her glass down, and before either could say a word, the waiter returned. The two decided to share a glass of red wine together, and when the waiter left to fetch it, she turned back to Montana.

“So, I’m curious…” she began, smiling softly at him. Her face was now significantly less red than it had been. Montana tilted his head and uttered a small “Mmm?”, ushering her to continue. “What happened yesterday?” He furrowed his brows for a second. “Whaddya mean, sugar?” She crossed her ankles and relaxed her posture slightly. “What’s got you in such a good mood? You walked in and kissed my knuckles and asked me out on a date. Here, no less.” She smiled softly.

Montana returned the gesture, smiling and tipping his hat up slightly. “Just a, uh… spur of confidence, will ya.” He winked. “I been wantin’a take you out for date for some time now, you know.” She raised her eyebrows in surprise. He said it so casually! She could never admit that so easily… “I-Is… Is that so?” She sunk into her seat slightly. Montana chuckled again, lower than before. “Mmmm. You seem surprised.” He smirked. “W-Well, a little!” She sighed sharply, noting the stark quickening of her heartbeat. Montana leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on the table. “I ain’t never seen you so shy before.” She remained silent and wide-eyed as he spoke, unsure of how else to respond.

“Didn’t know all I had to do to get you all flustered was to wear cashmere and take you to dinner. I’d’ve done it a long time ago. You’re awful cute when you’re embarrassed.” His smug facial expressions only made it worse. Her face grew about as red as the wine they were served immediately after. She hadn’t even had the chance to look at the menu! Tonight, she realized, was going to be long. Not that she minded, though. Montana’s playful yet sincere gaze would keep her energized enough to survive the dinner.

By the time the check had been brought and their stomachs were full, they decided to find a bench to rest at not too far away, but still within Central Park. Montana had his arm around her the entire time, saying sweet things and then talking about whatever came to his mind. He was certainly one for conversation. At some point, however, his words trailed off, and his eyes softened and he looked at her with something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Montana’s hand slipped over her own and he pulled her in to lean against him. “Are you alright?” She asked him, scooting a little closer until her thigh was completely against his own. He smiled a little wider and tipped his hat up, tsking his tongue a few times. He reached his hand upward to prop a finger under her chin and his thumb on the frontside. “Darlin’, I ain’t never been better.”

Once again her throat dried up and her hands grew clammy, all because of Montana and his smooth-talking mannerisms. His fingers against her skin made it impossible for her to shy away from him. “But I want you to tell me…” he reached with his thumb and grazed it across her bottom lip, his low grin twitching slightly. A shiver ran down her body, ricocheting from the top of her head through her arms and sending sparks through her fingertips as they shakily began to rest themselves on him.

“Are you alright, darlin’?” He crooned, his teasing eyes flickering from her lips briefly and back to her eyes. Just a long enough glance to make her begin to writhe. “M-Mont…” she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. She could only close her eyes and nod, shuddering slightly. She had never wanted to implode more in her life. The games he played with her always made her a mess.

“Well, shoot, sugar. In ‘at case, how’s about we sign off on a good note?” He chuckled darkly, holding her chin more firmly. There is a point in time, when one goes on a dinner date with Shocker, where the teasing becomes a catalyst for questionable judgement. And as a result, one might not be opposed to begging for a healthy kiss from him. She was no exception. Despite her sudden inability to form coherent sentences, she did what she knew she could do.

Hesitantly, almost scared, she quivered and began to look down at his lips the way he’d been looking at hers. This time, however, it was no mere teasing glance. It was a gaze, a display of longing and of what bordered on desperation. Suddenly, it occurred to her that she needed his kiss the way she needed air to breathe. Montana’s lips parted slightly. “Whaddya say?” He whispered, voice low in the near silence.

Her face was blazing. This had been something she’d thought about for months. Was it now really happening? Was this it?

It was.

Within seconds, his hand had moved to her cheek and was guiding her face toward his own and he pressed his lips against her own. Her breath hitched and her hands trembled but he moved his other hand to her back and pulled her fully against himself. Her entire world stopped around her. The only things that could move were her lips on his. She managed to let her eyes shut and she melted into his touch, feeling his hands begin to move away from their initial spots. He ran them up her arms and let them rest on her biceps, squeezing her tightly enough that it would surely leave a mark.

Montana felt like he was on the moon.

He had never tasted lips as sweet as hers. Never had he felt skin as beautiful as hers. She felt like an Angel under his fingertips. His eyes remained closed and the kiss deepened; it couldn’t have gone any other way. With the desperation radiating off of them both, how could they simply stop now? She moved her hand up and removed his hat, holding it in one hand and using the other to run her fingers through his hair. He shuddered at the feeling of her fingertips ghosting along his scalp.

He tilted his head to the side and, despite the internal protest, he had to pull away. A gasp of air flooded into both of their mouths, but they didn’t move away. He pressed his forehead to hers and held her tightly, eyes half lidded and staring at nothing in particular. Neither of them could look at eachother. Her shoulders raised up and down with each influx of her lungs, and he adjusted his grip onto them to gently hold her rather than grasp her tightly. He gazed into her eyes, finally, and saw how dialatef her pupils had become. He could only smile again and press a long, gentle kiss to her forehead.

Finally, he had done it. He had kissed her, and she had kissed him. His smile wasn’t malicious or teasing any more. He was just… happy. He slid his arms around her back and pulled her into an embrace. “Thank you… thanks for comin’ to supper with me, darlin’.” He did not sound like Montana. He didn’t sound like a supervillain. He sounded like a normal person. Like a guy who finally, finally got the chance to kiss the girl.

“S-Say, Montana,” she whispered lowly. “mind if we go out another time, too?” Montana’s lips tilted up into a genuine, real smile once more; a sight she was simply ecstatic to see. “So’s ‘at an invitation for a second date?” A small chuckle slipped past her slightly swollen lips. “As long as it’s you.”

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The Garden Staircase

At the Kips Bay Decorator Show House in Dallas, Rottet Studio designed the home’s entryway as a nod to Southern gardens. The custom magnolia forest wallpaper by is Trove, and the hide rugs are by Kyle Bunting.

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This past month, we celebrated one year since we moved into our historic dream home. Today, I’m so excited to share a lengthy tour of most of the rooms in our home and the decor we’ve been adding. I am embracing a slow renovation for this home. I expect it may take five to 10 years to complete all the renovations I have planned, but for once in my life, I am in no rush. Let’s begin with the exterior. I have always oohed-and-ahhed over this home for as long as I can remember (since high school age when I first got my driver’s license). I have always had feelings about this home, so when we decided to move back to our hometown we wrote a letter to the owners asking if there was any chance they would sell and they did. We feel incredibly lucky and never looked at any other homes. She’s the one! The one hesitation I had about this home was that the interior was heavily renovated in a modern way. I wish it had come with more original character, so we vowed to prioritize adding as much antique charm as possible. Recently, we hosted a home tour with hundreds of local people walking through our home. I was so happy that many people assumed the antique-inspired renovations we have done were original to the home. That remains my biggest goal! Porches – Porches are so romantic to me! I love having my morning coffee on the porch or watching the kids run around with fireflies. It’s the perfect place for popsicles and Halloween decorations alike. Playhouse – We added a playhouse. It’s actually in our front yard (you can see it in the corner of the first pic above). We have a large lot and a ton of trees and our house is very set back from the street (so it is charming and not obtrusive). But I will say, it’s the most I’ve ever enjoyed not having an HOA. I can’t wait to decorate the playhouse for Halloween and Christmas. Landscaping – In this photo, you can see a bit of our front yard. We’ve worked really hard on the yard since owning this home. I’ll have to show you more in the future. Last fall, we added two apple trees, two cherry trees and a fig tree. We are planning to make a few improvements each year until it’s our perfect secret garden space. We added a magnolia tree as I was reading Magic Lessons at the time and I became obsessed trying to incorporate inspiration from the book into my home. Daybed Swing – People always ask us if we really use the hanging daybed and the answer is yes, all the time. My husband likes to sneak out there to watch baseball on his phone and I snuggle the girls there all the time. Our favorite time to lay on the daybed is when it’s raining outside. Sources: Patio Rug, Round Table, Bistro Chairs, Hanging Plant (similar), White Chairs. Entry – From this angle, you can’t see that the other side of the door is a warm pink, but you can see my bat door knocker. And our cute little pug, Pumpkin. Diamond Wood Floors – I’m SO glad we chose the two-tone floors. I will be honest, I was nervous! I LOVE how they turned out. The dark color is the color for our entire home and the light color is used on in this space for the pattern. They were done by a wood floors company at the same time we refinished the floors throughout the home. For the round crystal chandelier, we found it from Pottery Barn. It looks just like an antique (with much simpler install). We ended up using the smaller size in the entry and the larger size at the top of the stairs. Swans – I have started many vintage and antique collections since moving to this home. Swans are a big one. I love how they are both beautiful and creepy. I collect a lot of brass items including candlesticks, butterflies, bells and boxes. Stairs – I spent a very long time choosing the art for the stairwell. What do you think? The portrait is a pastel and I love her so much. The little ting piece above is by Esther Pearl Watson, one of my favorite folk artists. For the runner, I went with this light colored runner because it was the best choice at the carpet store we went to.

In hindsight, I wish I had gone with antique runners and one day if these need to be replaced I probably will. For now, we are loving the light colored runner. Seating – In the front section of our living room, there was a little extra room so we added a checker and chess game table along with antique chairs. Turns out my children LOVE checkers and all my bad karma from being too competitive as a child is coming back to haunt me. The bench is super special to me because it came from my grandmother’s home. I have thought about painting it since it’s lighter than the entry table it sits beside, but so far I have left it alone. What would you do? Living Room Decor – I absolutely love our living room. We use it so much and in so many ways beyond simply watching TV. We went with a frame TV this time and I’m always surprised when people really think it’s a painting. When we first moved in, we did a short round of renovations that primarily included practical fixes and decor. This room got a lot of love. We added a new antique-inspired fireplace, pressed ceiling tiles, dentil moulding and a ton of oil paintings. Sources: Chesterfield Sofa, Pink Velvet Chairs, Rug (similar), Floor Lamp. Fireplace Renovation – For the fireplace, I knew I wanted to go with electric fireplaces because I wanted something we could use in all seasons (with and without heat) to add a cozy glow to the room. We went with this fireplace insert (we used it three times in the living room, our bedroom and my husband’s office). Love it! The paint color we used in our living room is Oyster Bay by Sherwin Williams and the tile color on the fireplace surround is Oyster Shell by Fireclay Tile. Antique Collections – Since curating a layered look takes a long time, I decided to start with the first floor and work my way up. SO currently our living spaces downstairs are very full of art and antique finds that bring me joy. Over time I plan to add more. This is a plan that can take years, but I enjoy it a lot of prefer not to rush it. Powder Bathroom – Our powder bathroom on the first floor is the one most often seen by guests so I decided to go all-in—filling it with paintings from floor to ceiling. The woman in the center-right in the yellow blouse is my grandmother Corina and for sure she’s the inspiration for the whole space. Bar Cart – I currently work as a cocktail writer most weeks (see our cocktail recipes) and in doing so for more than a year I have amassed a huge liquor collection. It’s split between here and the dollhouse bar (below). Learning new cocktail recipes is one of my passions. I found this art piece at Scout Design Studio and the wooden swan shelf is an eBay find. Green Paint – I love the color in this room- it’s Farrow & Ball’s Green Smoke. It’s such a unique, moody green and notice how it looks wildly different from photo to photo. Art Collection – This photo by Julie Blackmon started it all for me, as far as my art collection goes. My sister purchased it for me, as a gift, a couple years ago right before we found this home. Since then, I have been steadily building an art collection. Fun fact: 75% of the furniture in our home is antique that we sourced locally. The flea markets in this part of the country are incredible. I have always admired antique furniture and having the chance to build our space based on it has been really fulfilling. Dollhouse Bar Cabinet – The dollhouse bar has a fun story behind it. One night, I was rewatching my favorite movie “Knives Out,” and I noticed that the giant dollhouse in his living room was actually a bar. I looked them up immediately finding that they run between $6,000 and $20,000 (I know, right??!). The next day, I found one on an estate sale auction and was able to win it for a fraction of the retail price. To me, this is the best evidence I’ve found that we’re living in a simulation designed in our imaginations. Dream big, dream weird, friends! I’m kidding/not kidding.

Kitchen Island – Our kitchen is the main room we have not renovated, aside from matching the hardwoods and adding this 10-foot island. I found the green stools from Schoolhouse Electric. I am mulling over design ideas slowly and we plan to complete it in the next few years. This kitchen was very spare on storage, but had a lot of extra wall space so we added some white storage cabinets. That has been a big help. Hidden Trash Can – Here you can see the part of the kitchen we kept as is, and a solution we came up with to make it more functional for phase one. We added this double trash can and built out the counter to make it deep enough to accommodate our coffee gear. Above that, I added a brass pot rail to store our copper pots. Breakfast Nook – This little breakfast room right off the kitchen was such a fun jewel box to decorate. I do the majority of my food blogging in this space since the lighting is usually best in here. The built in corner cabinets are my favorite original feature. Stairway Landing – Now, we’re moving up to the second floor. This landing at the top of the stairway goes all the way around to access our bedrooms, the laundry room and my office. I decorated it with vintage mirrors all the way around. Bedroom Fireplace – In our bedroom, we added a fireplace. For the design, I pulled inspiration from my favorite horror movie, Rosemary’s Baby. We built this fireplace as a replica to the one in her apartment from the movie. When building new pieces, I find it really helps to reference a historic photo and stay as close to it as possible. The wallpaper and painting in this room are from artist Lulie Wallace. I’ve been a fan of hers for more than a decade and have loved every evolution of her work. The painting makes me smile every day. The biggest departure we took from the movie design is instead of a black marble surround I chose a tile that coordinated with our wallpaper. We used Fireclay Tile in the color Peabody. Antique Lighting – Lighting was a huge project for me this year. The home only came with a few chandeliers that were antiques from the early 1900s when it was built, but we added dozens more. I will be honest, it’s almost always more steps and sometimes antiques even need a full rewiring. To me, it is worth it and a major way we added charm back into the home. Kids Bedrooms – Our girls are old enough to choose their own bedroom themes now. Nova chose a space and science theme. Marigold chose a princess bedroom. This photo shows my favorite peek through of the house with a floor to ceiling kids library for our 8-year-old daughter. Kids Bathroom – This is a children’s bathroom. We are still in the process of decorating it. The wallpaper is Hygge & West Storyline in the color Delft Blue. The paint color is Farrow & Ball’s Breakfast Room Green. Moody Office – My office is the most moody space in our home and since it’s a very small room, the wallpaper and intense red paint color made a huge impact. I found this rolltop desk from Marketplace. The display of small gold frames is the first spot in our home where I decorated with family photos. I hope to add a few more moments like this. My snake is by Paige Dorsey Barnes. I commissioned her through Liz Lidgett gallery. Someone remarked that it looks like “Adam and Eve” theme, which was not what I was going for, but I love it. Guest Bedroom – We are moving up to the third floor now. This floor consists of two guest bedrooms (we have a lot of family and friends with young kids), a full bathroom, a lot of bookshelves and a bit of living space. The guest room has a lot of angles so I knew I wanted to use a busy wallpaper. I chose the London Rose Wallpaper which is an OG. The paint color is Foxy Brown by Benjamin Moore. We used this jute rug with flowers. My favorite wallpaper and color combination in the whole house! The kids guest room is set up, but not very decorated yet.

We chose Setting Plaster by Farrow & Ball, which is a soft beige pink. The twin beds look antique, but they are from Chris Loves Julia’s PB for kids line. Sources: Beds, Rug, Quilt, Chandelier. Saved the best for last. I am thrilled with how this sweet little nook turned out. It’s surrounded by our home library and the perfect little tea party spot. Butterfly Nook – We used the Hygge & West Butterflies wallpaper in the color parchment for this small nook. I am strongly on team when it doubt, wallpaper the ceiling too. I love the cozy, vintage feel it adds to this space. More Home Posts: Let me know if you have any questions or need any extra links in the comments! xx- Elsie

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Shellie Daniel Shehan, 80, passed away in his home on January 9th, 2023. Danny was born October 6th, 1942 to Comer and Helon (Everage) Shehan in Andalusia, Alabama.

A graveside service will be held 11 AM, Friday, March 17, 2023 at Magnolia Cemetery in Andalusia, AL. Foreman Brown Funeral Home is assisting the family with arrangements.

Dan was diagnosed with polio at the age of 10 when he awoke one morning with a stiff neck and terrible headache that soon grew into weakness; inability to breath and paralysis. His parents were told that there was nothing that could be done and they really could only keep him comfortable. His parents were not going to accept that and immediately took him to Pensacola where he was placed in an iron lung to aide his breathing. Dan was then flown to Birmingham on a Navy Plane where his two Uncles accompanied him to take turns pumping his iron lung as the plane did not have electrical power.

Regardless of never being expected to walk again, Dan spent much of his early years in therapy and doctoring while still attending school and graduated from Brent Christian High School in Pensacola, FL. He attended Bob Jones University in Greenville, South Carolina where he received his BS in secondary education. He taught second semester at DeFuniak Springs, FL and was hired for the next year(1966) by Andalusia High School(AHS) to teach English. While teaching, Dan went on to earn his MA from the University of South Alabama. During his tenure at AHS, Dan went on to chaperone students on a six week tour of England, Ireland, Scotland and France, wrote and composed plays and music with his close friend and colleague, Joseph C Wingard, advised the English Club and hosted many events at his home. He retired from AHS in 1995 after 29 years of teaching.

In 1976, Dan experienced another health setback that he again was not expected to recover from. This time he would find himself sleeping in an iron lung permanently until the development of the more modern bi-pap machine that gave ability to travel again.

Dan's musical ability started with a portable fold-up organ with homemade foot pedals and strings to the keys. His mother taught him how to play "Old Rugged Cross" and from there, he just took off learning all he could and becoming an outstanding pianist and organist. He shared his talents as the organist at First Baptist Church in Andalusia and Bull Street Baptist Church after moving to Savannah, GA. He and Joseph C Wingard also hosted annual Christmas Sing-a-Long events and published a book of their own original Christmas Songs.

Dan was very active in the Historical Society of Andalusia, in which he was instrumental in restoring the First National Bank Building and other downtown buildings.

After moving to Savannah, Dan became a member of the Coastal Empire Polio Survivors Association, and his iron lung was donated for education of future generations. He was also was very influential in bringing awareness regarding access problems to historic Savannah for those in wheelchairs or with mobility problems, thus leading the development of an accessibility map and street cut outs.

Dan was a survivor of epic proportions. He lived each day for his Lord and Savior and grateful for everything he had been blessed with. He was always positive and willing to help as he was able.

Dan is predeceased by his Father--Comer Shehan, mother--Helon Thomas, brother--J Patton Shehan and numerous Aunts, Uncles and Cousins and special pet Emmi. Dan is survived by his nieces, Donya (Mike) Shehan-King and Lara Erickson, Sister in Law, Linda Shehan, great and great-great nieces and nephews and many cousins as well as his close friend and care-taker, Ron Shellenberger.

Until we meet again, live free with no restrictions and play that beautiful music.

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Mount Pleasant House +CC

Floor plan:

From real house to Sims 4... This two-story three-bedroom two-bath modern home is inspired by Robeson Architects' Mount Pleasant House. The lot is situated in the suburbs of Ridgeline Drive, Newcrest perfect for your small sim family. The living, dining and kitchen area are an open-floor concept, creating a spacious yet cozy vibe. It also has a family/entertainment room, small laundry, garage, a spare room for panty and an outdoor area spacious enough to squeeze in a hot tub and grill. 

About the lot:

Size: 40x20

Value: 116,463 simoleons

Type: Residential

Location: Sandy Run, Newcrest

The lot uses the packs: Growing Together, High School Years, Eco Lifestyle, Get Famous, Get Together, StrangerVille, Outdoor Retreat, and Greenhouse Haven Kit

List of CCs used:

Chicklet: Magnolia laundry room set

Ineliz: Garage pattern 10

Jomsims: Seilva garden set

Kardofe: Arcadia Youth bedroom set | Flora bedroom set

Mutsk: Banks door sliding short wall 2x1 | New York window tall single 3x1 | Pilton construction set part 1, Pilton construction set part 2 | Pilton window counter 1x1 | Pilton vertical blinds

Nickname: Modern Living Room set | Modern Luxury Dressing room Part 1, Modern Luxury Dressing room Part 2 | Outdoor hot tub set | Simple bathroom set | Quiet bedroom set

NynaeveDesign: Avis kitchen, Avis kitchen appliances, Avis kitchen decor | Faze build set | Lyne House Numbers set, Lyne fence V1, Lyne Build set Medium Door 2x1

Onyxium: Exeter bedroom

Peacemaker: Atwood dining

Pralinesims: Grass tile

Severinka: Yuna bedroom

SIMcredible: Dexter bedroom | Dual channel (cushions, ceiling lamp, floor lamp), decoratives

Syboubou: Automne circular rug | Louane Outdoor BBQ set part 1, double table | Millennial closet short | Oceane bathroom set | Paradis wooden stairs

Ung999: Black White dining | Black White bathroom

Winner9: Aeon office | Tiramisu living, Tiramisu consoles

Wondymoon: Platinum shower | Quercus living room I, living room II

Thank you to all amazing CC creators ♥

Thank you xXSarina_27xX for the gallery paintings ♥

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Cosy Pink Apartment CC List:

CC used (list below) 1312 21 Chic Street apartment in San Myshuno 1 bed, 1 bath $65,713

Brazen lotus - https://www.brazenlotus.com/objects-d... :

·       EP10 Steezy Skis

charly pancakes - https://www.patreon.com/charlypancakes

·       The Lighthouse Collection

·       Dinna Merged

·       Modish Merged

·       Munch Merged

·       Selection One Merged

·       Smol Merged

·       Soak Merged

·       The Candle

felixandre - https://www.patreon.com/felixandre

·       Shop the look Season 1 Merged

house of harlix - https://www.houseofharlix.com

·       Orjanic Merged

·       Bafroom

·       Baysic Merged

·       Harluxe Merged

·       Livin’Rum Merged

·       Tiny Twavellers Merged

 harrie - https://www.patreon.com/heyharrie

·       Country Collection

·       Octave Part 2 merged

·       Octave Part 3 merged

·       Shop the Look

·       Spoons part 3

 Kiwisim - https://www.patreon.com/Kiwisim4

·       Block House

 leaf motif - https://leaf-motif.tumblr.com

·       2202 Magnolia Bathroom

·       Aubrey Office

·       Basil Chair

·       Botanic Boudoir

·       Calliope Bathroom

·       Stellan Dining

·       Sunbeam Study

·       Sunny Corner

·       Patron gift 2

·       Patron gift 4

·       Patron gift 5

·       Patron gift 7

·       Twee Tableware

·       Vintage Crockery

·       Winter Village

 lilis-palace - https://www.patreon.com/lilis_palace

·       Folklore Set

littledica - https://www.patreon.com/littledica

·       Eco Kitchen Stuff Pack

·       Rise & Grind Café

·       Sleek Slumber stuff pack

·       Deligracy cottage living update

·       Sweet Treats

·       Delicato stuff pack

 Madlen - https://www.patreon.com/madlen

·       Brizo soap dispenser

Marvell – https://marvell-world.tumblr.com/download

·       Upcycle Sculpture

max 20 - https://www.patreon.com/Max20

·       Classic kitchen

·       Cozy backyward pack

·       Master bedroom pack

Mechtasims - https://www.patreon.com/mechtasims

·       Back to school

·       Essential clutter

my cup of cc -https://www.patreon.com/mycupofcc

·       Maple Manor The Modernist Collection Living Room

·       ColourTalk LivingRm Merged

myshunosun - https://www.patreon.com/myshunosun

·       Luna bedroom

·       Sol Kitchen

·       Lottie

 NynaeveDesign - https://www.thesimsresource.com/artists/NynaeveDesign/

·       Lyne Half Blinds V2

Networksims - https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/networksims/

·       Diagonal Tile Floor

·       Gild Tile Floor

oni - https://www.patreon.com/oni28

·       Antique Country Dining

·       Bakery clutter

·       Vintage living room

 peacemaker - https://peacemaker-ic.tumblr.com/TS4O...

·       Atwood Living

·       Bayside Bedroom Set

·       Creta Kitchen

·       Hamptons retreat

·       Hudson bathroom

·       Iris Seating

·       Kingston Dining

·       Kitayama living

·       Midcentury Eclectic

·       Vara office

·       Violette Seating

pierisim - https://www.patreon.com/pierisim

·       Oakhouse

·       Tidying up

·       Coldbrew coffeeshop

·       Domaine Du Clos

·       MCM

·       Winter Garden

simplisticsims - http://simplisticsims4.com

·       Modern chinoiserie bedroom

·       Vintage country art

 sixiamcc - https://imfromsixam.tumblr.com/

·       Oak & Concrete

·       Artz

·       Charming Chalet

·       Home basics

·       Home office

·       Retro vibes

·       Teen Vibes

  SYB – https://www.patreon.com/Syboubou

·       Bonbon

·       Galileo

·       Laundry

·       Nathalie

 SurelySims - https://www.patreon.com/surelysims

·       KoT Deco Kettle

Clutter Cat - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thec...

·       Cat milk no 1 reloaded

·       Cat milk no 2 reloaded

Torque - https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/Torque3/

·       Modern Tile Wall

·       Modern Wood Floor

TUDS -https://www.patreon.com/TudTuds

·       2nd Wave

·       Beam Parte 2 V01 Merged

·       Wave merged

awingedllama - https://www.patreon.com/awingedllama

·       Apartment therapy inspired stuff v2 Merged

 Greenllamas - https://greenllamas.tumblr.com/downloads

·       KERV Inkblot Rug