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babyangellee · 4 years

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“Please Find Me”

Summary- The reader gets kidnapped and her captor exposes her relationship with Spencer to the team. They race to find her before it’s too late.

Warnings- Blood, stabbing, injury, possible swearing?, the usual criminal minds drama

Word Count- 2.3k

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You danced around your kitchen while wiping down the counter. You were so into the music that you didn't hear your front door open and close. You didn't hear the slight squish of his boots on the hardwood as he slowly approached you. When you finally turned around you let out a small scream and dropped the cloth you were using.

"Jesus Danny! You scared me!" You yelled whacking your cousin's chest as you started to laugh.

"Sorry Y/N didn't mean to startle you" He replied slowly bending down to grab the cloth and then handing it to you.

"So how long are you in town for? I have to get into work soon but I'd love to get dinner or something when I get bac-'' You were cut off by something hard hitting the back of your head causing you to fall to the floor.

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"Alright let's get started!" Garcia said enthusiastically while clapping her hand together.

"Wait, where's Y/L/N?" Hotch asked and everyone looked at each other realizing you weren't there.

"Maybe she's sick or slept in?" Spencer piped up, slightly confused himself. You guys had been dating for a while but only JJ knew about it. "I can give her a call to see what's up?"

"Let's brief first and then call her, tell her to meet at the police station," Hotch said and nodded to Garcia to continue.

"No need to take your Dramamine! This case is right in DC. Alright so in the last month four bodies have turned up. Allison Mark, Taylor McLaughlin, Jaime Hunt, and Kayla Johnson. All women in their late 20's were abducted from their homes, held for a week, and then killed." Garcia explained while going through the case on the screen behind her.

"This unsub definitely has a type, all the victims look like they could be sisters." She pointed out. She couldn't help but have a weird feeling about how eerily similar they looked to you. The same y/h/c and y/e/c, the same sparkle in their eye, and the same bright smile. She tried to shake the thought from her head as the rest of the team continued to go over the details.

"Alright. Prentiss and Rossi I want you to head to the ME, JJ, and Morgan I want you to go and pick up Y/L/N and then head to the dumpsite. Reid and I will head to the station." Hotch said picking up his case file and walking out of the conference room. Everyone nodded and split up heading to their SUV with their assigned partners.

Morgan and JJ had pulled up to your apartment and saw your car parked outside. They headed into the building and walked up the stairs to your apartment. You lived on the fourth floor but taking the stairs was faster than the elevator. When they approached your door Morgan knocked fairly loudly so that if you were sleeping hopefully it would wake you. After about 30 seconds and still no response JJ pulled out her phone dialing your number as Morgan knocked again.

Still, no response so JJ pulled out the emergency key you had given her about a year ago. Penelope and her were your closest friends on the team so along with Spencer, they both had a key in case of emergency. JJ deemed this an emergency.

She went to put the key in the lock but realized it was already unlocked. That was weird. You never left your door unlocked. The only people that ever needed to get in had keys. She gave Derek a concerned look as she pulled her gun from its holster. Morgan quickly followed her action as they opened your door.

"Y/N!" JJ called out walking into your bedroom as Derek made his way into your living room and then into the kitchen.

"JJ in here!" Derek yelled. JJ ran in seeing broken glass on the floor and your cell on the kitchen counter. As Morgan pulled out his phone to inform Hotch, JJ looked around more closely noticing a few drops of blood near the broken glass. You didn't leave without a struggle.

"Hotch, she's not here...... no, her car is but she isn't...... there looks like there was a struggle...... yea we're on the way." Morgan looked at JJ as he hung up the phone. "Another body just turned up. We just found this guy's pattern. And his latest victim."

JJ swallowed a lump in her throat that she didn't know was there. She nodded her head as she followed Morgan back to the car.

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You woke up in a cold sweat not knowing where you were or how you got there. You quickly realized you were gagged and bound to a chair. You frantically tried to wriggle your hand free but they wouldn't budge. You looked around but there wasn't much to see. You were in a big open space. The floor and walls were concrete, you assumed you were in an abandoned building of some kind, maybe a warehouse.

Your head was pounding and you could feel the dried blood on the side of your face. You closed your eyes and tried to take a deep breath and remain as calm as possible, given the situation you were in. Just when you got your breathing in control you heard his voice and it sent chills down your spine.

"Good, you are finally awake! I was getting bored." He laughed. You looked at him absolutely terrified. How could he be doing this to you? You were his family. He just gave you a wicked smile before pulling out a camera. He placed it on a tripod and turned it on. You stared at the blinking red light drowning out what he was saying.

You only reacted when he took a knife dragging it across your cheek making you cry out in pain. He just laughed moving the knife to your arm before pushing down causing the cut to go deeper and you let out a muffled sob.

" I think that's enough of a message don't you?" He smiled again before taking the SIM card out of the camera and placing it in an envelope. He then handed you a sharpie and placed the paper under your hand. Forcing you to write the words FBI BAU TEAM on it so they couldn't analyze his handwriting.

Once you were done he took the envelope and the sharpie before leaving you alone again. He drove the hour-long distance to Quantico and walked up the building with a dark hoodie on. He knew it was kind of risky but if he got questioned he could definitely talk his way out of it. Once inside he handed the envelope to a security guard.

"I don't know man! I was across the street enjoying a nice iced coffee and when I went to get in my car I saw this on my windshield." He explained. The guard just nodded before making his way up to the sixth floor and handing it to one of the team members.

****

Your head slowly lolled to the side as your eyes fluttered closed. You were tired and in pain. You just wanted this to be over with. Just as you let slumber claim your body you were instantly awoken to the feeling of cold water being sprayed at you. You whimpered as the freezing water completely soaked your body making your teeth slightly chatter against the gag. The water turned off just as fast as it had been turned on and you saw Danny laughing holding a hose. He dropped it before making his way over to you. He slowly stroked your face and then retracted his hand.

"I think your friends might want to see this." He said walking away before reappearing with the camera, this time it was hooked up to a laptop and you knew he was going to live stream it. He set up the tripod and then turned around typing a few things into the computer and then stalking back over to you. Once he could tell the team was watching he started speaking.

" Ya know, I didn't really know how to feel when your mom told me you had a boyfriend." He started playing with a small knife in his hands. "She wouldn't shut up about him! She told me how you met up for lunch and told her you thought he was the one. Now when she said that, it struck a nerve. I've known you your whole life and never once were you ever serious about any guy but then all of a sudden you've had a boyfriend for four and a half years and are planning a future with him." He was starting to get angrier as he spoke and you knew Spencer and the team were hearing this.

"So it got me thinking. You always liked to brag and everything needed to be perfect with you. And after I looked him up it finally clicked. Supervisory Special Agent Spencer Reid. Or is it Doctor Spencer Reid. Who has three PhDs and two BAs? A child prodigy who went to high school at the age of twelve. You must have eaten that up." He laughed. He was trying to get under your skin and it was working. "He's just a fancy label to you. You don't love him for his personality, you love the attention you get from HIM being your boyfriend!"

"So tell me. How'd you do it? Huh? You were never interested in someone for longer than two months, how's you manage to fake four years?" He gave you a quizzical look before you saw a light bulb go off in his head. "Actually! Don't just tell me. Tell him." He pointed to the camera before stalking over to you and untying your gag.

"Don't listen to him, Spencer! I love you! Please find me!" You cried before you were silenced by the gag again. You had made him angry.

"You liar! You're lying to him! You bitch!" With that he took the knife in his hands, pushing it into your thigh. He twisted it and then pulled it out. You screamed in pain against the thick cloth material in your mouth. You looked down at the red liquid quickly oozing out of your leg as you continued to cry.

"Don't you get it! I loved you! I'm in love with you! What does he have that I don't!" He screamed as you started seeing spots. The pain radiating through your body. You started to struggle to keep your eyes open, your head dropping. As they started to flutter closed Danny aggressively grabbed your cheeks causing you to stare at him.

"I'm not done!" He yelled slapping you harshly before letting go of your face, your head immediately dropping again. He growled in irritation before walking back over to the hose spraying with the freezing cold water cause you to be on high alert.

"Now let's tell that boyfriend of yours the truth." He said coming up behind you and untying the gag again. This time held a knife against your shoulder. "Now tell him! Tell him you don't love him!"

You shook your head staying quiet. He pushed the knife into your shoulder with just enough pressure to break the skin, and you let out a soft whimper.

"SAY IT!" He yelled again causing you to flinch. You still stayed silent and he pushed the knife in all the way. You yelped at the pain finally giving in.

"I-I-I don't love you. I-I'm s-sorry" You cried out looking straight into the camera. Your heartfelt like breaking for saying those words. Danny, satisfied, pulled the knife out of your shoulder and walked around to the front of you. He bent down so he was face to face with you.

"I really hope he's still watching," He said quietly as he leaned in and kissed you. Danny slowly pulled away with rage in his eyes after about 20 seconds. "You didn't kiss back! Why did-" He was cut off but rustling outside of the warehouse. He stopped speaking and placed a hand over your already gagged mouth. When the rustling got closer he panicked and jabbed the knife into your stomach making you sharply inhale.

"FBI! DANIEL ANDERSON DON'T MOVE!" You sighed a breath of relief as you heard your friend and co-worker Derek Morgan's voice boom out. Danny went to plunge the knife into your body again before you heard a shot fired, the man in front of you falling to the floor. Knowing he was dead and you would be safe made your entire body relax.

"Hey, sweetheart" Morgan quickly walked over to you. Derek yelled into his radio for a medic once he saw your injuries. You started seeing spots again and felt weaker than ever before. You felt his hand reach up and gently grabbed your face so he could look at you. Your skin was paler than ever before and your lips had a bluish tint.

"JJ! Hurry!" He yelled behind you and you heard heels clicking over to you. Your eyes started to flutter closed again as you didn't have the strength to keep them open any longer. "Hey, hey, hey come on pretty girl keep those eyes open for me," Derek said hurriedly as JJ was untying the restraints that keep you in the chair. You tried your best but you just couldn't stay awake. The last thing you heard was Derek yelling into his radio again for the medics to hurry up.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal #criminal minds #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x oc #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #david rossi #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader angst

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evildeadgf · 3 years

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coffee & tv.

Gabriel Enjolras never necessarily believed in miracles, no, but what else could explain what would eventually lead him to her? Perhaps he had let Jehan's preachings of "no coincidences" force itself within the boundaries of his well established skepticism, like an invasive thought, intruding into the high walls of his crumbling kingdom. Whatever the case - miracle, fate, coincidence; Éponine had come into Enjolras' life when he had needed it most, and for that, he was grateful, grateful to whatever had crossed their paths.

Seated towards the back of the tiny yet comfortable and cozy club that was neatly hidden away in its obscurity from the public, Enjolras dragged a hand over his face, tired, looking over the documents on his laptop. Prouvaire hollered loudly next to him as they welcomed the next musician to the little stage, causing the exhausted golden boy to look up towards the commotion. A woman with an acoustic guitar was approaching the mic-stand, a sheepish dimpled smile growing on her face. She coughed, brushed a stray hair out of her face before introducing herself and looked out toward the crowd. "Thanks for that." There was a laugh in her voice. Something probably to do with nerves, Enjolras thought to himself. He'd definitely be nervous if someone were to place him front of a crowd where they most definitely expected you to have the voice of a god or goddess, or anything in-between. Lecturing to hundreds of students? Sure, he was capable. Singing? He'd rather opt out of that one, only the trusty shower knew how he sounded in that regard.

"Name's Éponine, hope you're all enjoying your night. Here's a little something I wrote." With that, the woman with the dimpled smile filled the club with her music; a voice escaping her that made even Enjolras blink to himself, she sounded professional, the likes of which you'd hear on the radio. What was someone with a talent such as that doing in a club that was hidden, known to only hipsters like Jehan? He shook his head and focused back on his work, letting the girl's voice become a lullaby of sorts; it was definitely relaxing, he'd be lying if he were to say it wasn't, his shoulders weren't so tense as they'd been before, and the wrinkled lines on his forehead probably had calmed some. When the song had finished, he looked up toward her again, a half-smile unknowingly pulling at his lips. Éponine smiled at the patrons, looking specifically toward her - he noticed - at a bug eyed blonde who whistled for the singer, and a brunette, small, clapping with the glee of someone who looked as if they still held a childlike view of the world, he was good at picking up these things. He clapped along with them, looking directly at the musician again, she awkwardly stood there for a moment before grabbing her guitar case and rushing off stage, making way for the next.

Little did Enjolras know, that this would become a new routine - get a coffee after work, sit with Jehan at the back of the club, and listen to her whenever she came in. This was solely for finishing work with a clear mind, obviously, there was absolutely no other reasons whatsoever, you'd be mad to even suggest as much. Two weeks into the routine, Éponine looked toward him and Jehan after her song was over, a sort of glint in her eye, and for someone such as Enjolras, who mastered at reading others like a book; he couldn't discern that look in her eye. With a cough, he had broken the stare, looking over the finished exams of his students. Jehan coughed back at him, earning a roll of the eyes from Enjolras. "Would you mind?" Enjolras quipped at the poet, which gave him a nudge of Jehan's arm to his own. "What're you doing right now, Prouvaire? I'm trying to work. I come here with you to work, I could do this at home just as easily." Jehan was now the one to roll his eyes at him, gesturing over to the three women; Éponine and her two friends. Enjolras feigned clueless for a moment, putting on a portrayal as if he had no idea as to why Jehan was not so subtly looking over at the three with the giddiness akin to a schoolboy.

"Don't play dumb with me, Enjolras. You like when that woman sings. You clap! You look to her in awe! It's almost like something out of a play. Romantic, no?" Enjolras simply deadpanned at him in response, letting out a sigh. "Ah, who am I kidding, hm? You know nothing of romance." A grin played out on Jehan's face as he took another sip from his latte, and Enjolras merely furrowed his brows at the man, not wanting a moment of this. Nothing could have prepared him for what was about to unfold, however, as Jehan rose from his seat, walking over to the three women in question. That smug asshole. The entire world could probably see the pure look of horror on Enjolras' face. "Enjolras!" Jehan called out, "Come over, say hi!" He sat with the ladies as if he knew them, and the realisation of the fact he most likely did crashed over him in waves. With the looks aimed toward him, he swallowed up his pride and quickly zipped up his laptop inside the case with a force that was a tad bit too strong, making his way other to the table - a routine that was comfortable for him had suddenly become a nightmare. "Here he is. This my friend with the stick up his arse that I've all been telling you about. 'Ponine, Cosette, Azelma - meet Gabriel Enjolras, he doesn't interact with women all that much; so apologies on his behalf." The small brunette barked with laughter at Jehan's remark, Éponine looking over to her with raised brows and a smile whereas the blonde greeted him with a quiet 'hello', much appreciated over roaring laughter.

Éponine looked away from the small one and directly toward him instead, "Azelma can be a bit loud, sorry about that." No kidding, but for the sake of politeness, Enjolras simply brushed it off and told her that it was okay before he formally introduced himself, noticing now that Jehan was chattering away with Azelma and Cosette, leaving him to speak to the singer alone. He clung to his laptop almost as if for dear life. "You've been here a lot these past few weeks with Jehan and never once stopped by to say hi, you always leave early. Now what's up with that?" There was that glint in her eyes that he didn't know how to place again, he felt heat building up in his throat - that was one way to be confrontational, he thought, and not to mention more observing than he had originally thought her to be. He had no clue that she had even retained knowledge of his existence outside of this little hole in the wall coffee club, in a rare turn of events he supposed he had now become the oblivious one. What two weeks could do to someone. Éponine rested her head against her hand, elbow propped up against the table, doe eyes staring up at him.

She reminded him of both a kitten and pup, mixed into one person, how was that even remotely possible? He had never made that distinction about a person before, new experiences seemed to be happening all around; what a world. He couldn't help but groan quietly to himself, his thumb unconsciously rubbing at a tear-duct before clinging to his laptop again, he suddenly had no idea what to do his hands nor himself. "I don't know if one could count the early morning hours as early, per se. I think of anything after midnight as 'it's time to go to bed', but that has definitely not stopped me before from working until five in the morning." A perfect brow perked up at him, a cheeky sort of smile dancing at the corners of her mouth. At the back of his mind, deep down in there (you'd need to go very deep before coming back with this fleeting thought) he couldn't help but think of her many facial expressions to be cute and, well, attractive. It would be a blatant lie to not admit to himself that Éponine was attractive, that much was very obvious to anyone who was blessed with vision.

"Five in the morning! Far out. How do you cope? I mean yeah, I've absolutely stayed up past my schedule once or twice playing The Sims because, c'mon, that's honest work when you've got a whole family who works to earn that bread and butter, and the hours just fly by and then what d'ya know? It's accidentally almost six, not PM, but AM." She had him laughing, genuinely laughing, and it's so foreign that it surprises him before he'd caught himself. Jehan was in too deep with the two girls to even notice what had just transpired. Enjolras couldn't remember the last time he had let himself unwind like this, to properly relax and take his seemingly always busy mind away from his work - to laugh, to smile, to integrate himself with new people. It was a good, welcoming feeling - warm, rather.

The pair who had been left alone to their own devices had ended up speaking to one another for a long while; Enjolras had learned rather quickly that Éponine would die of embarrassment if she were to busk; she already had a day job, there was no need for anything else - in her own words, busking reminded her too much of her father, and that was that, she wouldn't delve too deep into that topic, and Enjolras was understanding, the last thing he wanted was to prod into places where he had absolutely no business in the first place. He learned that the small brunette, Azelma, was her younger sister, who currently lived with her in her apartment temporarily until Azelma could get back onto her feet and land a new job. It was apparent that she and her family were not well off, which saddened him some, but she was a woman of determination, and stern, at that, he didn't need to ask her to know that she didn't want help from anyone that was well off. It wasn't as if Enjolras was a billionaire himself, though he had a steady income and a roof over his head that he could pay the rent for, and that was more than you could say for the less fortunate. At fifteen minutes past two, the group said goodbye to one another, and Éponine forced his phone into her hands, putting her details into his contacts. "Don't be a stranger."

And he would prove to her that he certainly wouldn't be. He couldn't help but message her during the week days, asking her how she was, what she was up to, the early pleasantries. Three months had gone by, and during those three months, there was a point where Éponine, as Jehan would say 'ghosted' him for a week because of a disagreement they had over a phone call; it had been over something minuscule, yet she would not double down, and it had infuriated him to no end. She was sarcastic, stubborn (just as much as he was) and loved to correct him whenever he was "wrong" about something, and yet, there was something about her that had him coming back. He had been genuinely upset when he had been 'ghosted', and reacted by not showing up to the coffee club that weekend, which had been a stupid move on his part. After work that following day, he would go see her at her day job, working at a clothing retail store, with a bag of her favourite things - a very specific brand of chocolate and a bottle of cheap rosé (which she would constantly say outshone any other type). She had almost choked upon seeing him walk into the store, that dimpled smile he had missed gracing her face upon digging into the bag. "Wow, what's this? My birthday?" She had scoffed in disbelief, shaking her head. "But in all seriousness, thank you, Gabriel. You didn't need to do this for me, you know how I get sometimes. I was gonna say something, reach out and say sorry for how bratty I was being but, hey, I s'pose I'll just take this instead." With another smile, she had thrown her arms around him in an embrace for the very first time, and he went home thinking about it until he had went to sleep that night.

He had no interest in any sort of romantic relationship, always deeming himself too busy for them, much to the dismay of his family. No one had caught his eye nor interested him, and he had been fine with that up until Éponine had become this force in his life to reckoned with. It was pathetic how long he thought about that hug for, about how nice it was to be entangled with her in such a manner, about how comfortable it was, about how warm she felt, about how much she smiled afterward. It was thought after thought after thought, and they were definitely not going to let up. Five months now of knowing Éponine and she had him completely wrapped around her finger, he would go so far as to even message her during his breaks after lectures, it was becoming a bit too much to the point where he knew she ought to have realised something. Everyone that knew Enjolras prior to meeting Éponine knew, he was perfectly aware, and they chose to say nothing, because they knew he knew, even the loudmouth Grantaire, of all people, had not harassed him about this. This was suffocating, suffocating up until that six month point where he was there with her at the club after her performance, he completely broke and had blurted out to her, "Do you want to have dinner with me on Friday evening?" She let out a breath in return, deep dimples with that beautiful, breathtaking smile.

"Who do you take me for, Gabriel Enjolras?"

That Friday evening, they enjoyed a night in his apartment with Chinese takeaway and movies; sure, it wasn't anything fancy, but Éponine had wanted this, and who was he to refuse her? At some point in the night, she had rested her temple against his shoulder, getting comfortable, and he was suddenly very hyper-aware of the fact that Éponine Thénardier was in a close proximity to him, leaning on him, his heart almost skipping a beat when her hand began to rest atop his knee. He seemed to be frozen in that moment, he knew what she was doing; she was making the first move, and yet he sat there like a marble statue, unsure of what to do with the beautiful woman that was currently getting comfortable on his couch. His palms surely sweating, he reached out to place his hand over hers, locking their fingers together. He swallowed harshly, heart racing. This was it, he had to admit to himself how he felt, that he was absolutely head over heels for Éponine in the most uncharacteristic fashion. In response to their entwined fingers, she only got more comfortable, a dreamlike sigh escaping her.

Without thinking, he kissed the top of her head, heat engulfing his whole form, his face burning. Éponine broke their hold, and just like that, her lips were pressed against his, the coldness of her palm resting against his cheek greatly appreciated in that moment. Embarrassingly enough, he had no recollection of the last time he had kissed someone, but hopefully for her sake, he had not become an awful kisser in the time he had for the lack of a better word, abstained from the act of doing so, though he did return her kiss with the same sort of vigor, an arm wrapping around her waist. He was nervous, probably messy - but she didn't seem to care, smiling and giggling to herself more times than he could count on one hand during their shared moment of passion. When they finally parted, Éponine merely looked up at him with that cheeky catlike grin on her face that he couldn't help but adore. "God, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that."

He could most definitely say the same.

#enjonine #enjolras x eponine #you are my revolution #les mis #lizzie writes #it's been ... so long guys ... i haven't written for e/e since i think 2015??? 2016??? but i'm so happy to be back :')#text

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maxismatchccworld · 4 years

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Hey you lovely Simmers! It is time for our new Spotlight of the Month. Please give a warm welcome to @ravasheencc 😊 I myself discovered RAVASHEEN through the Retro Smeg line. And like many of you, I was sold on the bunk bed set. What is your favorite cc?

I started playing sims waaaay back in the day when it came on a CD (that’s a compact disk for all you kids). I stopped playing in high school and didn’t start playing until late 2018 when I was trying to find a way to connect with my older sister who lived far away. She is a completely different type of simmer than me and has played her family for generations while I was always a die-hard builder. Our playing styles matched perfectly together and I would spend my time building her families new homes, restaurants, or whatever else she wanted. I would keep up to date on her family and help her make crucial life decisions like how should her sim respond to that weird text and where should they go on vacation.

Up until this point, neither of us had never heard of CC. I stumbled on it one day while browsing the gallery and seeing the custom content option and obviously my mind was blown. I downloaded all the CC much to the dismay of my poor laptop. Somehow I still couldn’t find everything I wanted and thus began my obsession with making CC. I started making CC just for my sister, but then decided to upload it to TSR since that was the main site I downloaded from.

Since I was a player before I made CC, my intention from the beginning was to make CC that was customizable, easy to use/place in game, and make things I always wanted but could never find. Although my quality has improved immensely, I feel even my early items reflected my mindset. That being said here are my favorite CC items/sets I have made so far:

1) Couldn’t Chair Less Sectional

One of the first things I wanted to make when I started creating CC was a sectional couch. The Couldn’t Chair Less Sectional many of you know today, is not the original version. I actually spent TWO MONTHS working on the original version of this couch only for it to be rejected when I uploaded it to TSR because it did not meet their strict guidelines. I started over from scratch, redid the whole set, and finally published my first piece of modular furniture. As of today, this couch wouldn’t meet my standards because of several things I didn’t know when I created it (making the corner piece functional, more mm style, etc). However, it is still one of my favorite sets because it follows my original intentions, is easy to use/place in game, and gives simmies the customization I always wanted. I want to note I am currently working on a new sectional couch which has so many more features and is reflective of the progress I have made in the year since my Couldn’t Chair Less Sectional was first released.

2) Sip Back & Relax Functional Bar Cart

This set is when I finally learned the fundamentals of making CC and expanded into changing/adding functionality to items. My sister actually suggested this set to me because most bars were those huge 2-tile wide monstrosities or the globe bar which wasn’t very stylish and was only available with an EP. So I set out to make a bar that was looked like something you would use in real life, but also had all the functionality of a Sims 4 bar. This ended up being a 1 tile bar cart with tons of slots to clutter up while allowing sims to use it as a fully functional bar in a much smaller footprint.

3) Do It Your-Shelf Modular Cubbies

The Do It Your-Shelf Modular Cubby set was reflective of my love for custimizable furniture and functionality. Cubbies are so versatile for almost any room. For the first cubby set, I added in empty cubbies as well as cubbies filled with toys that worked as functional toy bins. I thought this was reflective of something you would see in real life and reduced the footprint of items like the toy bin while maintaining functionality. Since this first came out, I have gotten soooo many requests to make different add-ons for it and I want you all to know not only am I working on add-ons but a totally new and improved cubby set that improves the in-game usabiltiy and aesthetics of the set!

4) Peg To Differ Pegboard Series

Although this is technically a few sets lumped into one, it is one of my favorite sets to date! I love using pegboards in real life and thought there were so many opportunities to use them in Sims. It took me weeks to figure out how to make the pegboards customizable with items and I am so happy I stuck with it! Since the original set I have come out with add-ons which have pieces that are both decorative and functional including: kids defender light, speakers, dresser, and umbrella rack just to name a few. I still have so many more ideas to expand on this set and can’t wait to share more in the future!

5) That’s What She Bed Bunk Bed

Although this was the second bunk bed set I made, this was included an entire set with versions for toddlers, single beds, loft bed, and coordinating furniture. I knew there was a need for bunk beds and tiny living only delivered a murphy bed. I set out to fill this gap and came up with this set! One question I have gotten since day 1 is if I can add ladder animation to the set and I want to all let you know I am working on it!

I wish I had 10 sets to cover cause there are so many more I want to feature but I hope this was a good sample of the CC I like to create! I have so many more ideas and can’t wait to create more for you all in the future!

#s4cc #s4 spotlight #ravasheencc

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shananigans402 · 3 years

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1-65 will do, please. Thanks fuck face :)

I knew exactly who this was and I was so tempted to not reply, but your punishment is having to read through all my answers and remember them forever or you fail the friend test. To everyone else, please do not click unless you want to be very bored, my answers are not interesting lol

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? Nope

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? Assuming 5 is the most, 1. Maybe 2.

3. The person you would never want to meet? The person who sent me this (jk I’m excited for our eventual meet up where we hit up a strip club first thing 🙏)

4. What is your favorite word? I answered with ‘conniption’ the other day and still have not found a word I like more.

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? Already answered this, fruit tree! I also like palm trees, maple trees, and willow trees. I know that’s not the question, I’m just saying random shit now.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? It took me a long while to remember where I was this morning. I honestly don’t remember, I was rushing to get ready for an early morning meeting.

7. What shirt are you wearing? My Orlando Strong shirt

8. What do you label yourself as? Lesbian

9. Bright room or dark room? Bright room

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping? Possibly checking on a feverish little beeb who was going through it with her second dose of the vaccine.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? No idea. I like various ages for different reasons, but this age so far is not bad.

12. Who told you they loved you last? Probably my sister 🤷‍♀️

13. Your worst enemy? The person who sent this ask.

14. What is your current desktop picture? The apple pic of Catalina island that changes based on time of day (yes it’s the default, don’t judge me)

15. Do you like someone? Lol yeah I hope so 😂

16. The last song you listened to? Pretty Girl by Hayley Kiyoko

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? Definitely @raginage

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? I feel like I can only attack Raginage so many times. Can I pick a fictional character? This week I was real mad at Dave in The Darkness. BaBe!

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? Lol no one, you’re talking to a person who feels very uncomfortable with anyone doing anything nice for them.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) Not this again. Last time I said eyes? Still no pics, sorry

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? What would I look like? Do I get to design myself like a sim? I honestly don’t know what I’d do because I doubt the world needs another clueless white man walking around, so maybe just stay at home.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? Nope. And my last answer to this was awful. I do think I have a fantastic ability to annoy my friends but in a way that’s just amusing/endearing enough to make them still want to talk to me 😌

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? Unique? Uhm well my two big fears are confined spaces and deep water so a submarine is like my worst nightmare.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. Oh this is going to sound so odd. To be clear, I’ve had better sandwiches, but my go-to is provolone, turkey, roast beef, and spicy brown mustard or whole grain mustard. Please don’t judge me.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? Travel budget for future trips to visit my buds and get into trouble and eat food. I know $100 won’t go far, but it’s something.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? Well, after my last answer I want to visit my friends! But there are too many people to visit and I only have one ticket. So change of plans. I’m going on a solo trip to Greece. Or Argentina. Or Iceland. Or Bali. Damn, I’m indecisive.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? Rabble red blend. Just a solid red wine. Also because @viola-lloyds stole my answer the other day (Juneshine; to be fair I asked her this question but whatever) and I don’t want to copy her.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? Oh I answered this one, something about respecting others. Yeah, a nice rule like that. Want to establish some healthy communication on this island.

29. What is your favorite expletive? It’s still fuck

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? But what about my PLANTS. Can they count as loved ones? Probably my laptop, I know that’s lame but like...I have a lot of stuff on here. Or the collection of cards I have that my granddad drew little drawings in, I want to get them all framed.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? To be honest, I don’t know if I’d change big life events in case it altered the trajectory of where I ended up. So idk maybe the ending of Bly, let’s give those lesbians have a happy ending!

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! Italy! But wait, let’s get back to this sleeping with celebrities and super-powers bit...

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? Oh that’s a really tough question. I always wanted to meet my great-grandma Olga because she seemed like a really awesome lady.

34. What was your last dream about? I can’t remember, this is bothering me because I wish I could! I’m sorry. My gf recently had a dream where I kissed a dude right in front of her. It made us both very uncomfy lol

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? I hate this question because I can only think of one thing.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? For surgery, yeah

37. Have you ever built a snowman? But of course!

38. What is the color of your socks? Not wearing any? I was wearing blue ones earlier. Jfc my answers are so boring.

39. What type of music do you like? Lots! I tend to listen to indie, classic rock, and some pop

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? Sunsets!

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Chocolate or a variant (chocolate peanut butter, chocolate caramel)

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) LA Rams or Seattle Seahawks. I know they’re in the same division. It’s tough. (Please don’t ask me why these teams)

43. Do you have any scars? Yep, mostly from burning myself on ovens. I simply get too excited for my food.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? I...have graduated?

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Well bestie recently said I have “lesbian hands” and I think that’s code for man hands so maybe that hahaha

46. Are you reliable? I try to be!

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? How many more times will I watch The Darkness before I learn my lesson? (Related: When does other bestie finally admit to her fetish?)

48. Do you hold grudges? Not typically, no

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? A dog and an otter? Can we domesticate otters? No, a horse and a large bird, create a pegasus and then free travel.

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? Oh god. I don’t even know where to start today tbh. Damie and pokemon and cosycon and looming and feet and [redacted] and developing apps for VP. So many fantastic conversations.

In real life, probably the time I was at a laundromat in Italy and this guy wandered in with a beer, sat next to me and my male roommate, assumed we were a couple, and proceeded to give us bizarre life advice. I wish I could remember more of it, but it was so odd.

51. Are you a good liar? Hmm I’m okay at it I think, that is, I can convince people I’m serious when I’m actually joking. But I don’t like actually lying if it’s not just teasing someone.

52. How long could you go without talking? Probably a few days if I had to.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? The haircut I got before studying abroad! It was too short and I was so sad.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? For a birthday? No. For fun? Absolutely.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? Not well, no

56. What do you like on your toast? Butter and/or honey and/or jam

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? My beautiful depiction of a scene of chapter one of Private Dancer.

58. What would be you dream car? An electric car of some sort. I don’t know enough about cars tbh

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. Nope but sometimes I’ll play music and dance and maybe softly sing.

60. Do you believe in aliens? Yep! Definitely

61. Do you often read your horoscope? Almost never unless someone sends it to me.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? Already answered, A

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? Dinosaurs! 🦕

64. What do you think about babies? What do I think about them? They’re pretty cool. Just tiny little humans.

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. I was very nice and let you correct your mistake and submit one after the fact:

In your opinion what is the best thing you can cook, like your speciality? My favorite thing to make is pasta, I started making my own sauce and I’d love to make pasta from scratch sometime.

#read up @raginage #this is what you get #responding to these out of spite took far longer than i thought lol

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rosesupposesmanythings · 3 years

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♡ Simblr Community Challenge ♡

I was tagged by @pan-pixie-pixels. Thank you for tagging me - I feel like a newbie all over again :D

1. How long have you been playing the sims?

I think it must be...19 years on and off? Or there about. I was about 11 when my little sister got given the Deluxe Version of Sims 1 by the Prince Charming in a pantomime she was playing a kid role in. We were obsessed until she got super upset when she accidentally burned her family to death and we got banned for ages.

I used to play Sims 2 when it came out at my friends but I didn’t have it myself until 2009 when I got my first laptop and went to Uni where I got completely obsessed with World Adventures for a year. My main phase of playing a lot was 2013-15 where I started this blog and several ambitious story challenges. I fell out of love for a while and only played a few hours here and there over a number of years, before picking back up an old challenge last week and feeling inspired for the first time in about 7 years!

2. What type of simblr are you?

I’m a storyteller. 100%. I quite enjoy making sims and have dabbled with cc but I just don’t have the patience/editing eye/interest to be really good at that stuff and I’m a pretty good writer so I prefer to use my sims to inspire and illustrate the plotlines in my head.

3. How long have you been a simblr, and why did you become one?

I made this blog in 2014 to find more of a sims community I think. I was posting to Blogger and in the forums, but there weren’t many people very active and I found loads of amazing people doing what I was doing and talking about it here. It’s so nice to come back and find some of the same cool and creative people still here and being awesome, though some are gone which is always a bummer.

4. Which generation of sims do you primarily play?

I think I have to come to terms with the fact I’m a Sims 3 purist. I did download Sims 4 in an earlier lockdown but I hate the loading screens and the aesthetic and I don’t know how to mod it and and and - I have been enjoying watching some videos my old pal @frolickinggnomes is posting of TS4 on Youtube and maybe once I’m more aware of what is possible I’ll give it another go.... probably not though :D

5. Tags : I have no idea who is here and active so if you want to do this and haven’t - consider yourself it!

#about me #tagged challenges

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surveys4ever · 3 years

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Do you remember much from high school? I remember all of it!

Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? Somewhere warm and remote where you can escape society and just be 100% together and in the moment.

Can you access the roof of the building you live in? Nope.

Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? My husband’s family is all southern and when they start talking really fast on the phone, I have a hard time keeping up. He’s good at translating though!

If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? The pink CareBear on my thigh.

What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? Ummm..Bailey Sarian’s new podcast! I believe there’s only one episode but I’m honestly not much of a podcast listener.

Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist, and why do you think this is? I’m a pessimist because of anxiety.

When was the last time you moved house? Last yeah!

Have you ever held a gun? Did you fire it? Nope.

Do you like simple questions or deep questions that make you think? Depends!

When was the last time you threw up? Why were you sick? 8 years ago and I was drunk off my ass.

Are you on a first-name basis with your boss? (or last boss if unemployed) I’m my own boss but yes, I was on a first name basis with my last boss.

What brand is your laptop or computer? Apple!

Would you ever wear a bright orange shirt? Of course!

What was the last thing you wrote in a word document? I was helping Beebs write up schedules.

Who do you miss and what do you miss about them? I miss my grandparents, man. I haven't seen them in like 4 years and it makes me so sad.

What were the best and worst costumes you've ever worn? My parents put 0 effort into halloween one year and so at the last minute they put one of my dad’s shirts on me and drew a mustache on. I don’t know what I was supposed to be but everybody thought I was a boy and I was not happy.

Do you know anybody who is gay and married? I don’t actually! All the gay people I know are single.

What did you last take painkillers for? I had a toothache!

Have you ever shared a home with a friend? Nope.

What's the craziest or weirdest place you've ever slept? Idk about y’all, but I sleep in a bed.

What did you have for lunch today and who made it? I made mac & cheese!

Do you believe in anything supernatural like ghosts or ghouls? Nope.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? I stopped looking at the clock because I couldn’t sleep but like...6 hoursish?

Are you allergic to anything? How did you find out? Bananas. I’ve eaten them all my life and truly love them and then one day last year, I made myself a smoothie in the morning and I got SUPER nauseous with really bad back cramps. Was confused but I took ibuprofen and it went away after a few hours. The next day, same thing happened. Same with the day after that. And I couldn’t figure out why it was happening so I was like ‘k, it must be something I’m eating’. So I woke up and had a banana because I figured I'd play it safe. Got the same nausea and back cramps. So I skipped bananas for a few days and it didn’t happen at all. I looked into it and apparently that's a common allergic reaction. So I’ve never had them again.

What's your favourite Thai dish? I’ve actually never tried Thai food!

Do you have any alarms set? What time and what for? I have them set for every 5 minutes from 5-9 am I think, haha! My husband is hard to wake up so he sets hella alarms on both our phones and our Google home. And I set a bunch and forget to delete them later.

What are you going to do when this survey is over? Probably go sew.

Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? I met my husband online! And they’ve all been great :)

What colour is the rug in your living area? We have carpet and I hate it.

Do you call it a couch, sofa, lounge or something else entirely? Usually a couch, sometimes a sofa.

Who is your favourite character on Friends? Chandler and Phoebe!

When was the last time you used a pair of headphones and what for? The other day I was cleaning so I had my AirPods in.

Describe the temperature of the area you're in right now. It is currently 70 and windy!

Who was the last very physically attractive person you saw? My husband :)

Have you ever had teppanyaki? I truly don’t know what that is.

How long does it take you to get ready before you go somewhere? It depends if I’m already ready or not. If I just need to get dressed, 5-10 minutes. If I need to do my hair, put makeup on, pick an outfit, and get dressed, probably like 3 hours.

Do you find it difficult to get rid of material possessions? It depends! Certain things I can look at and know I’m never gonna use it again or that I found something better to replace it but other things that are still perfectly good and I might use later? I hoard those a little bit.

What sort of games do you like to play? I like life simulators like Sims and Animal Crossing. But I also love a good board game!

What was the last candy you ate? I don’t remember!

Have you ever been hit in the face? What's the story? In the face with basketballs and dodgeballs a lot. And one time when I was like 13-14, I was crawling around after my little sister trying to tickle her and she elbowed me in the nose and made me bleed. We both cried.

Do you know anyone who is deaf? I do, actually!

Name one thing on your bucket list. Buy a house and foster a bunch of puppies.

#survey

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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survey by vintagekid

Name: Robyn.

Happy with it? I am now, but I certainly wasn’t as a kid. Other kids were cruel and would tease me solely for my name, which made it hard for me to socialize. I got the same bad Batman jokes too many times and I also got called a boy. These seem petty now, but as a kindergartener adjusting to life in school, it had been traumatizing and made me wonder if my classmates were going to remain the way they were for the long run which no 4-year-old should be mulling about, really.

Do you wear stilettos? When I get the chance, which isn’t very often at all. But I do love stilettos.

How important are looks to you? I find this question very vague, but generally looks matter to me to a certain extent, like how I’d want to look nice and proper for a job interview or for formal occasions such as weddings. Relationship-wise, I also think I have to feel a level of physical attraction towards someone for me to consider seeing them.

How often do you download music? I don’t anymore. I stream all my music.

Can you name a philosopher? Socrates.

What would you do if two unicorns tried to whisk you off to candy mountain? I just looked this up and this is apparently in reference to an ancient viral video, like it was around before viral videos were even a universally-acknowledged concept. That said, I don’t have a clue how to respond to this lmao.

You became the deciding vote in an election, which party would you go for? I don’t base my voting decisions on parties because the party system in my country is a tragically broken shitstorm in which every single party rallies the same values and principles, just executed in their own – and usually poor and unsustainable – ways. I do my research on each candidate, see how they answer in debates, look at laws they’ve authored, see which marginalized groups they proactively support (if they do), and decide from there.

Do you have a bzoink account? I don’t but I’ve been a semi-regular visitor since like 2009.

How many phone calls do you typically make in a day? Zero. People usually call me.

What song are you listening to? Tell Me It’s Okay by, surprise surprise, Paramore.

Do you understand things others your age do not? I don’t know. Maybe. Everyone’s bound to understand some things better than others.

Do you hate people that label themselves? Why would I hate that? And why would their chosen label be my business?

How many windows do you have open? None. There’s plenty of mosquitoes at night, so even though the cold evening air would been pleasant to have we have to keep the windows closed by nighttime.

How superstitious are you? Not at all.

If you were in Harry Potter, which house would you be in? I’ve been told either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.

Which comedian can always crack you up? It’s not a habit of mine to watch comedians.

Are you nagged about being on the computer too much? Not since I was a teenager. Since college I’ve been doing most of my work, if not all of it, through my laptop, and I think my parents understand that I have to use it all the time.

Do you feel bad about anything you've done lately? Nothing comes to mind, no.

What's your texting bill typically like? My SIM is prepaid, so it works the other way around. I put load credits in it only if I know I’ll have to call/text/surf regularly.

What song did you/do you want played at your wedding? Turning Page by Sleeping At Last.

Do you have a lot or hardly any lines on your palms? Idk, a decent amount I guess? I don’t think it hits either extreme.

What's your favourite word? Poignant.

Are you allowed to swear in front of your parents? Yeah. They’ll shoot me a glare sometimes, but I’m in my 20s and...they know they can’t really do anything about it anymore lol.

Do you eat apples? No.

What are your addictions? Coffee, I suppose.

What are some words you use in daily life? I use intensifiers often, like very, really, super, absolutely, etc. I’m also big on expressions hahaha like oh my god, seriously, for real, and ugh.

Do you look things up on Google constantly? Yes.

Where do you get your music from? Spotify. Sometimes YouTube if I wanna look for a leak.

What do you think of people with afros? That they are people with afros...? I don’t really know what you’re looking for me to say, lmfao.

survey by charey-chas

Do you like getting your picture taken? Not for the most part. My body instantly gets all frozen and awkward when a camera’s placed in front of me, which I hate because I do wish I could have more photos of myself around. Is your phone anywhere near you? It is not, actually. It feels great and I really should start making it a habit to keep it away from me entirely on weekends. Do you ever enjoy going to school? In my first school, I enjoyed going mainly (and probably only) for my friends; but Catholic school was predominantly a torturous experience. The rigidity isn’t something I look back fondly on, and it felt like being kept on a tight leash for 14 years. College was a lot more enjoyable in every way possible. I liked going to (most of) my classes and learning as much as I loved the vibrant org culture and the general freedom that comes with university life. Have you ever gone on a road trip? Lots. The Philippines is a relatively small country and unless you want to jump to a different island altogether, there are many provinces you can readily travel to by car. Who do you get along with best in your family? Nina, my sister. Then my dad. I clash a lot with my mom and I don’t talk to my brother. Based on your personality, what animal do you think you'd be? Cats and I don’t get along very well hahaha but I think I’m similar to them. Would you ever buy anything from an infomercial? Maybe once, just to be able to say that I have. Have you ever made a snow angel? No, because I’ve never seen snow before. Have you stayed in a hotel in the last month? No. We had a brief getaway in Tagaytay but we switched things up and went to rent a condo, instead of book a hotel room, for a weekend. What's your most comfortable outfit? If I want to go for comfortable, I usually go for my rompers or jumpsuits. Do you text or IM more? IM these days. Would you rather listen to music or play it? Listen. I have no music-playing skills whatsoever. Have you ever been in a hot tub? Sure. Do you like pizza? LOVE IT Are you sleeping in your own bed tonight? Yes. If not here, the couch. But most likely it will my bed tonight. Are any of your friends having a sleepover right now? I doubt it. Angela and Hans had an overnight stay in Batangas a few days ago for their Valentine’s shenanigans though, which I guess kinda counts as a sleepover. Have you ever been to a house party? I don’t think so. That’s something I missed out on in my college days, but I don’t mind. Do you listen to your iPod or the radio when you're in the car? I think I keep a good balance. If my phone’s battery is not very high I’ll rely on the radio; and sometimes I’ll sync my phone’s Spotify to the car as well.

survey by charey-chas

What song is stuck in your head at the moment? RAVI’s BUM. What's your fathers' middle name? He doesn’t have a second name, but I’m not sharing his legal middle name on here either. How many hours a day do you spend on the computer? On work days, I’d say 8-10 hours. On weekends, maybe a little slightly less than that since I do like getting off the laptop sometimes to rest my eyes. Could you live without the internet? People from the past managed to live without it, so I know I can. It would just be extremely inconvenient; and having been dependent on it for such a long time now, I would likely be clueless on how to navigate most activities. What's something you're really into? Learning about cultural differences!! That’s why reading survey answers has always been fascinating to me. I would love a website that dives into the various everyday behavior people observe in other countries, but the ones that do exist use like 20- or 30-year-old sources, so they aren’t even relevant at all anymore. What's the last movie you saw in theaters? Knives Out. Have you ever seen a movie in 3D or in an IMAX theater? Just once. It was Denise and Leigh’s 18th birthday treat and they brought us to watch Doctor Strange in 3D. Do you prefer skirts, shorts, or skorts? Shorts. Have you ever vandalized? Just a few school chairs in grade school, but otherwise I’m too paranoid for vandalism lol. What's the longest you've stayed up? Maybe a little longer than 24 hours. Who'd you have a sleepover with last? Gabie. When's the last time you baked something? Nearly a decade ago. Our oven was new at the time and I wanted to try baking cookies. Do you like to dance? When I’m alone. Do you scratch mosquito bites, even though you're not supposed to? Yup. Are you afaid of spiders or do you like them? I mean I’m not fond of them, but I also don’t scream and run away when I see them. I just don’t care for them for the most part. What's a pet you've always wanted? I’ve only ever wanted dogs, and now I’ve got two of them. Do you like mice? Not really. Would you ever get a tattoo? Sure. I’ve been considering it for a while now; it’s just a matter of being able to save up for one. Do you prefer to walk in the street or on the sidewalk? Street, if it’s bare and safe enough. Otherwise if I’m in a busy city with regulations and all I’d obviously rather be on the sidewalk. What's your favorite t-shirt? My CM Punk Best in the World merch. Who did you last think about? I remembered Deina when I was thinking about the tattoo question. She got a pawprint tattoo on her wrist shortly before her senior dog passed away and ever since learning about it I’ve also been thinking about getting the same tattoo. Do you like giving hugs? I love giving hugs and it’s an automatic response for me whenever I see someone I love, which is why Covid is such a torture for me. Do you prefer hardwood flooring or carpeting? Hardwood. Did you/will you get a car for your 16th birthday? No. I got a car when I was 17, around six months before I started college. Have you ever eaten a worm? No but I’d be willing to try.

#survey #surveys #a few short ones in one post

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fundielicious-simblr · 4 years

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wips!

Hey y’all, author here (still feels weird calling myself that ngl) I was inspired by @meetthefundies post about pose making from a while back and decided I’d take the dive and finally get into cc making for the sims 4. It’s always something that I’d thought about, and with corona basically shutting everything down I’ve had ample time to try and learn how to do things. The whole of last month was basically a bunch of trial and error, YouTube watching, and Tumblr scrolling (coupled with my parents asking why I have pictures of random white people saved onto my google drive almost every other night 😂💀)

In the middle of august my dad caught corona, and so the government isolated my whole family and I in the house (he’s all better now thankfully) for 2 weeks, meaning I had 14 uninterrupted days of just coming up with different designs and trying to make things work. So this post is to basically just put out there what I’ve been working on, a few have made it into my game to be play tested, but so far only one has actually left CAS 😂 I know these are definitely major works in progress, but my anxiety means that I’d keep redoing things over and over again in an attempt at perfection while the rational side of me tells me that everyone has a starting point - this one is just mine. Anyway, I’m rambling (as usual), so let me just post the damn picture so I can go back to actually working on these pieces 😂😂

I’ll start with the casual clothes,

This is what I’m working on right now, ironically it’s the easiest thing I’ve done so far. This is essentially one of those ‘Snoga’ sports skirt things that fundies wear, this is the second round because the first had annoying clipping that meant I had to go in and change the design. If this one turns out fine enough then I will make different skirt/legging length combinations, but for now I just need this to be usable enough in game to warrant making different styles.

Sleeveless frumper dress thing (I’ll sit down and come up with names for these later 😂)

This was inspired by Anna Marie Maxwell and her #fabulous frumpers as well as the frumpers the Maxwells used to wear in the 2000s, I stalked the Maxwell blog right back to the beginning and just started saving pictures 💀 This is so far the only thing that’s made it into an actual game save, and you’ll be seeing a sim or two wearing this in different swatches in around a month since my queue is now below one month long. This dress is probably between the 8th and 10th attempt at making a basic frumper as this is what I started trying to make as I was trying to learn everything I could about making cc.

Basic short sleeved cheap looking dress (like I said, official names will come later 😂)

This your basic average amazon dress that fundies love ( a la bates sisters boutique style) I’m at that point where my instagram explore page thinks I’m a 14 year old Apostolic girl or a baptist mother of 8 looking to change my style, so I have a wealth of inspiration to choose from 😂 This is something I made and forgot about because I got excited about the exercise skirt almost working in game, meaning that this hasn't even made it into blender yet.

Now we can move onto the formal stuff:

Ruffle mother of the bride/groom dress

This is my attempt on that blue ruffle dress that Kelly Jo Bates wore to Erin and Zach’s weddings. I initially tried to make it exactly like the dress she wore, but then I realised I was falling into the tendency of making things hard on myself unnecessarily 😂 This has made its way into CAS but there was some awkward clipping around the arms which I need to fix in blender, and will fix the textures before I can try and test it again.

Fishscale type dress

Yup, you guessed it, this is my take on that dress. This made it into blender, but seeing the uv_0 layout made me go “eek” and distract myself with something else 💀 I’m probably going to go in and change the design, take some creative license and change the ‘fishscales’ around because there's only so much space in the uv map.

Wedding Dress 1 aka the ‘Anna Marie’

I’ve highkey been calling this one the ‘Anna Marie’ in my folders because this wedding dress is directly inspired by hers (fyi: this link does take you directly to the Maxwell family blog, that web archive website is banned where I live and I’m not sure how to upload an archived link with my vpn on cause sometimes my laptop starts moving mad) This dress is one step away from being tested in game, and was so far the easiest dress to ‘design’ because there's literally nothing on it. I have been watching some more advanced texturing tutorials and want to try and make this look a bit better than it came out in my initial texturing attempts before I bring it I game to test.

Wedding Dress 2 aka the ‘Elissa’

This dress was inspired by Elissa Maxwell’s wedding dress, there's not many close up details of her dress so at some point I just got creative and probably the only thing I can really lend to her dress is the gathering on the side. The bolero came in as an idea after I had attempted doing these cute sleeves but was defeated after a while, so I changed things up so as not to frustrate myself 😂 This dress also has a bit more texturing needed before I can attempt to see how it looks in CAS, but I think I'll just see what happens with this one.

Wedding Dress 3 aka the EBP

In my head this dress was meant to resemble what Erin Bates Paine wore to her wedding, as in, a dress that is fine and would be considered modest (albeit a bit dated) but is chopped and skewed to make it EVEN MORE modest. The kind of changes that are obvious so the whole world knows you’re extra special and extra modest. This dress was an experiment as I played around and attempted to construct a corset back for this dress and the ruched tacked on sleeves, which turned out alright but it needs a bit of tweaking here and there, as well as an overhaul of the initial texture I'd tried out for this dress. In the notes app on my phone the initial look I was going for with this dress was “EBP overly frilly disaster” because that’s what I thought her wedding dress was like, but when I found pictures I decided I’d save the overly frilly disaster for when I was slightly better at the whole cc making thing.

Anyway, this is what I’ve got for now, I’ve got a swim dress thing next on my list which might be slightly easier to bring from start to finish? Not sure, at this point its hit and miss with how the weights transfer which affects the end result. I do have to say, seeing all these unfinished things laid out has sort of reinvigorated me to try and finish what I’ve already started before making something else, especially since a lot of them just require me to play around with the texture.

#wow this was a lot #but also fun to do #sims4cc #lets hope I can get more of these finished so I can model it in game and have nice pictures #ive scrolled my way through so many google pages #literally never reached page 4 on google before until I started learning how to make cc

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Lemon's Misadventures in Dating, Chapter 5 (Lemon x the world) - Mermelada

A/n: Hej hej hej! I’m very late in posting this to AQ after Ao3, so please forgive me! I hope you all like *~* filler chapters *~* because there’s a couple of them coming up! I’ve already written the next couple of chapters, but PLEEEAAASSSEE let me know if you have any requests or suggestions! Namely, should I attempt to write smut or not lol! Thank you again for all your lovely words about the fic, I love you all massively <3 <3

Having not slept in her own bed for the last two nights, Lemon decided to take a well-earned evening for herself, partly because she was running out of excuses for her parents as to why she’d been out so much lately, and partly to give the various bruises and bite-marks on her body time to heal. With Gus the dog snuggled into her side, she waited for The Sims to load on her laptop as Chromatica blared from her phone. She pressed on its screen to check the time, and saw she had received a new text message.

Dr Rita <3 [16:45] “I hope you survived your walk of shame, mon petit citron! Thank you again for a great night and day :-) x”

Rita was amazing. She was the epitome of a dark horse: she was so kind and patient with Lemon during her panic crisis, as she had so adorably put it, and made her feel all the safety and love she needed all morning. Yet not long afterwards, after some lazy chatter which had made Lemon inexplicably horny, she was once again fucking her to within an inch of her life. Speaking two languages was far from the only thing she could do with her mouth. They had even gone for lunch together after round 2 – and round 2.5 in the shower – before reluctantly parting as Rita prepared for her nightshift at the hospital. It was over lunch where they both agreed that pursuing anything serious wouldn’t be worth it, but they would definitely like to work on a friendship. Lemon had, however, still managed to charm her way into borrowing a hoodie from the older woman, both of them secretly pleased that it gave them a reason to hang out again. She quickly sent off a reply, thanking her once again for her help that morning and wishing her luck for the long night ahead in kidneyland with her love interest from the ward.

Looking back to her laptop, the loading bar appeared to have frozen. Rolling her eyes, she held down the device’s power button to restart it. The snoring lump beside her clearly wasn’t going to entertain her as she waited, so she bit the bullet and opened up her new favourite app.

She grinned upon seeing that her most recent message was from Kyne.

[16:20] Remember I told you about my roommate who works in a porn studio lol? She came home just now with a box of those custard tarts you were telling me about, they are so good!!! 🤤 You really do have the best taste 😘

That’s a lot to unpack, she laughed to herself, she’s persistent, fair play to her! Plus it turns out she actually WAS listening! I just hope they were clean… I’ll reply later. Now what about Kiara, eh Gus-bus? She was nice, let’s see what she’s said!

[09:12] How was the party? 🙂 I hope it was tudo bem!!

Lemon and Kiara had continued chatting yesterday until Lemon had to leave for her date, a ‘family party’ being the first reasonable sounding thing that came to mind when having to end their conversation. She hated lying, she really did, but how acceptable was it really to tell one Tinder-match that you were going on a date with another Tinder-match?

[17:03] It went well, merci! But I was too hungover to function all day lol 🤯

[17:03] How has your day been? 😊

Right, who’s next? Two new matches and a message from Boa! Let’s see what she has to say about me spamming her before she blocks me. Clicking on the girl’s message from last night, however, Lemon was pleasantly surprised that her texting blunder wasn’t the end of her chances.

[20:55] Lololololololololol no YOU’RE fun!!!!

[20:55] Clock the good grammar

[20:55] So what’s a girl like you doing on an app like this?

[20:56] 🍆🍆🍆

Now that was a question Lemon still occasionally asked herself, and she didn’t even know if she had an answer. So the best she could do was be honest.

[17:07] Well I’m recently single so I’m just seeing what happens, really, a few dates here and there to get me back on my feet again! To quote the great Kelly Rowland, I am down for whatever 😉

[17:07] How about you?

She had, once again, been well and truly sucked into the Tinder vortex. Closing her laptop and placing it on her bedside table, she nuzzled her face into Gus’s head, the dog making no effort at all to reciprocate the sudden attention. Squishing a kiss to his head, she turned back to the app, and her new matches: Scarlett and Ilona. They had both matched at around the same time, making their chat windows sit neatly at the bottom of Lemon’s screen. Sending them both standard “Hey gorge! What’s up? 😊” messages, she went back to swiping through profiles, although within less than a minute, a reply from Scarlett flashed at the top of her screen.

[17:13] Hey gorge! I’m doing much better now that I’m speaking to you 😉

[17:14] What’s up with you?

A bit of enthusiasm goes a long way, she smiled, maybe Scarlett is the one? Or maybe she’s too into me and I should be worried? Surely not!

[17:15] I’m glad I can help! I’m pretty good thanks, having a lazy night in tonight! Are you doing anything fun?

Lemon debated giving the girl more details of her night in, but she was worried about what she might think… She’s covered in tattoos and eats fire, for god’s sake, there is no way she likes Lady Gaga or The Sims. She probably listens to death metal and drives a motorbike and has a pet snake, I could never compete!

Fortunately, Scarlett was charming and very easy to talk to, and the two exchanged details - both mundane and exciting - through quickly typed messages. She learned that the other blonde was a lawyer, but had gone to circus school at weekends throughout university - which explained a lot - and was currently in an open relationship with her girlfriend. Lemon had never been ‘the other woman’ before, but as long as she wasn’t hurting anyone, surely it’s not that bad! Eventually, though, one message made Lemon’s anxiety start to creep in again.

[17:57] So I know this probably seems WAY too fast, so don’t worry if you don’t want to

Time seemed to stand still between this message and the next one. What does she want to do that’s fast? Sex? That’s not that big a deal, it must be more than that. Unless she’s into super kinky shit, which wouldn’t surprise me, does she want to piss on me? Does she want her girlfriend to piss on me? Does she want me to be her fake girlfriend at her sister’s wedding where we have to share a bed before eventually realising we loved each other all along? Finally, right on cue, the follow-up arrived.

[17:59] It’s my birthday on Saturday and I’m having a party at my house before heading out on the town, it’ll hopefully just be a few friends, and it would be cool if you could make it 🥳

[18:00] You can bring a friend if you want! But again no pressure!!

Wow, that wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought. She started blankly at her phone, letting her heart rate settle back down to its normal speed. A party, cool. I can do that!

[18:02] You had me worried for a second there! But that sounds fun, I’ll be there! 😀

Exiting the app, she hastily composed a message to Jan. Jan loved parties, she had such a natural charisma which she exuded effortlessly whenever she entered a room. She was able to chat to anyone about anything, and Lemon was always responsible for getting her out of tricky situations on nights out where her natural friendliness had been mistaken for something else. She would be the perfect person to deflect any potential awkwardness that may occur at a Tinder-date-she’d-never-met-before’s birthday party. As she awaited Jan’s reply (Please please please say yes, Jan, you’re my only hope!), she checked on the app again, swiping through countless samey-looking profiles. Until she reached one that she’d definitely seen before.

Priyanka, 29

Within 10 miles

I already swiped for this girl, look! There’s her in her lengha, there she’s at pride… Oh she has new pictures now, how weird! Priyanka did indeed have an additional two photos on her profile which Lemon hadn’t seen before: a professional-looking black and white image of her face and torso, showing her dark waves flowing down her shoulders, and her eyes directly piercing Lemon’s soul; and finally, a picture of the dark-skinned girl wearing a blonde wig, cowboy hat, and appearing to be screaming into a microphone… I do like a Hannah Montana fantasy, get it girl!

Just like before, Lemon swiped Priyanka’s profile to the right, but unlike last time, the notification she’d been hoping for appeared straight away.

Congratulations! You have matched with Priyanka!

Buoyed by the excitement of matching with somebody so quickly - and someone so gorgeous - Lemon jumped straight off the bed and started dancing, ‘Rain on Me’ blaring beside her for the third time that evening. Even Gus seemed to pick up on the change of energy, running up and down the bed, wagging his tail merrily. As the pair danced, the familiar ‘ding’ of a new notification sounded through the room. And again.

Briefly pausing to pick up her phone, she saw the two messages she had received. Firstly, from Kiara.

[18:12] Unnggghhh work today was the worst, but I found a really cute Portuguese café on my walk home! I have eaten so many natas lol. We could go sometime if you want to? 🙂

Before replying (yes, obviously… I didn’t download Duolingo yesterday for nothing!), she went to check on the second message, which was from her recent match, Ilona.

[18:12] See you on Saturday bitch! xox

Well that seems ominous.

#rpdr fanfiction #drcan #mermelada #lemon #rita baga #kyne #kiara #bitch on arrival #scarlett bobo #ilona verley #priyanka #submission #lmid #can1

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stinky-and-the-pain · 3 years

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& then there was one

my parents finished renovating our house my freshman year of high school. i was 14 and finally had my own room...a place i didn’t have to share with my 11 year old brother or my 3 year old sister. i painted it green & a couple of months later painted a tree on one wall and filled the branches with lord of the rings quotes. it was my sanctuary.

my grandma gifted me my first laptop around the same time. she won it in a company sweepstakes and gave it to me because she had one already. it was the coolest thing. we had a family computer in the office (nee playroom) that i had played both sims 2 and 3 on. but now i could take the sims to my room!

amongst other things.

i played skyrim religiously after my brother got bored of the xbox, as he was also gifted a playstation 4 along with GTA V. i also adored several creators on youtube, at that time a bastion of comedic skits and random tangential clips lasting no more than 6 minutes or so. i felt deeply invested in the community -- not so much with fellow audience members but with the youtubers themselves; as if these videos were a two-way conversation. shane dawson led to desandnate led to smosh led to kalel cullen led tobuscus led to pewdiepie led to cryaotic, etc., etc. they were great!

forget the boy bands of the 90s and early 2000s....which youtuber did you want to date? SMASH + fuck, marry, kill in the back of the chilly and damp bus driving home from a scholastic bowl meet. my heart ached for these people. they appealed so deeply to me and i fell madly in love with them all. and i wasn’t alone; we all fell in love.

i’m not sure how i found out about omegle. at a slumber party or birthday, someone pulled out their laptop & we could see and chat with strangers. live. no supervision. we were...14? 15? had to be 14 because i succinctly remember laughing a while later when i told a grown man i wasn’t 18 but actually 14 after he had finished for me. all while sitting in my new green bedroom.

for the longest damn time i thought i had an extremely average adolescence. i was lauded as independent and mature, and took pride in that. maturity meant i was better but also inherently prepared for what life was throwing at me. plus independence meant that i could effectively do whatever i pleased. and to that extent, i never attended a party (though i did sneak over to a boy’s house when i said i was going to a friends’ but that was later figured out and actually excused) but i pursued other exploits.

another piece of the puzzle is that youtube around 2010 appealed to people exactly my age. and was simultaneously extremely sexual. the mass cancellation of shane dawson is ultimately rooted in his behavior around this time. and this behavior was broadcast to us, 12-14 years old, which signaled to us what could be deemed appropriate. queue me believing that men around the ages of 19-25 could find me, a barely there 14 year old, attractive. and boy did i run with that.

i spent immeasurable time on omegle. it was thrilling, especially when men’s faces would light up as my video appeared. “finally, a real person and not just a dick!” i remember one, zach herzog (sp?). he was so kind, introducing me to imgur which rounded out my early internet diet. he had a girlfriend but at one point admitted to me that she was not as pretty as i was. we would message on kik for hours. he graduated college a year after we met (my junior year of high school). jake was around that time too. but honestly jake was special in that we met through omegle chat (no video). and we actually chatted for about 3 years, at one time making sure to watch the weekly game of thrones episode (freshly downloaded off pirate bay) together and discussing what went down afterwards. after we skyped with video on, we slowly stopped communicating.

another, stephen i believe. he was from the UK and i only remember that because of his accent and that i had him say my (fake) name multiple times. i never once used my real name nor talked aloud to these men. always text. but does that matter? over skype, he would send videos of himself jacking off...which would have been pleasant save for the fact he liked smacking his penis near the end and i couldn’t take that seriously.

the first man i reciprocated for -- that is, i obliged requests to show parts of my body -- was sam. i don’t remember anything too striking about him save he did his business to me while we were still on omegle (only strange because the fashion then was to move to somewhere more ‘private’ and stable like kik or skype) and then promptly ghosted me. somewhere in my hs junior year planner, there are notes to sam asking him if he would ever come back.

then senior year. so stressed with college applications (i applied to one school) i spent most of my time in my bedroom alone, indulging in a healthy diet of top gear and youtube, by this point dominated by cryaotic and pewdiepie. but i always had time for my dear favorite, capndesdes (of desandnate fame who later made his own solo channel where he published several q&a’s and apartment vlogs). october 2013 and i was wearing his blue ‘crescent moon face’ shirt (referencing the photo booth video). i met Anthony, Mike, and David on omegle. i immediately picked out Anthony and sure enough he was interested. him being in a group, i knew we wouldn’t be doing anything that night but the video chat was fun. the connection even died at one point but we got back in contact as i had shared my twitter (and my real name, though for months he believed my fake name was my middle name because i felt bad telling the truth). i guess i should’ve known this time was different when he insisted on skying the next morning before i went to work. i felt embarrassed for how i looked but he said i looked beautiful. and was so earnest i had to believe him.

we skyped everyday. every day. essentially right as i got home from school because that’s conveniently when he got off work. oh and i eventually had to admit that my microphone was not in fact broken. we played minecraft and gta on the xbox. he said he planned to visit me one day. but that’s absurd, right? i would laugh and say ‘you’re too much.’

he visited november 9 2013. drove all the way up. i was at my friend’s birthday party. we had just woken up and he revealed he was in our town. i gave him directions to the park so we could meet. i remember running to him from my car, friends sitting in the back seat. we walked about two miles around the park, chatting. he was even more beautiful in person. the sight of the freckles on his nose are still so vivid. even after all these years remembering, my naiveté still strikes me. a day later, he asked me to be my girlfriend as we walked to his car after dinner. i said yes, that i would do him the honor of making him the happiest man on earth. a day later, he took (but i also gave) away my virginity. he met my friends and then we said goodbye on a rainy and cold afternoon. i still sometimes smell the sweet mustiness of that room.

a handful of memories that are still striking after 7 years:

washing the strawberry lube off myself in my parent’s bathroom, praying they did not ask why i had spent the last 5 afternoons and evenings staying so late at a friend’s house; forcing myself to connect to Lorde’s music after he said he enjoyed her first album; saying that thin mints were my favorite after he admitted to buying too many; taking my adventure time backpack to the hotel room and filling out my cheatsheet for my physics test the next day while he watched and eventually rolled me over to kiss me; feeling too insecure to lead him around town so instead opted to stay silent as he chose what to have for dinner; eating at my favorite local mexican restaurant after losing my virginity; showing my friends the pictures we had taken in the hotel room and them losing their minds.

after he left, i was devastated. and essentially remained devastated for the next 7 months. i cried the morning after he left, while driving to work and listening to ribs.

there’ll be more, when i have strength.

#omegle #youtube #grooming

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #286

“has he lost his mind? can he see or is he blind? can he walk at all, or if he moves, will he fall?”

Do you prefer having carpets or hardwood floors? Hardwood floors. Easier to clean and just looks better imo. When was the last time you took a bath? Is this something you do often or do you prefer taking showers? Not since I was a kid, probably. I don't like baths; it feels dirty. What’s your favorite way to style your hair? Do you do this hairstyle often or is it too much hassle for you? "I can’t style it any way." <<<< Mine is too short, too. Do you have a real or artificial tree at Christmas? We always use artificial. The mess isn't worth it. What’s your favourite snack to make when you watch a movie? Popcorn, of course. Do you prefer the Beatles or the Rolling Stones? The Rolling Stones. The only Beatles' song off the top of my head that I enjoy is "Hey, Jude," while there's a handful of Stones' songs I like. When was the last time you played a game of Monopoly? Did you play until the end or did everyone get fed up and start arguing? I'm pretty sure the last time was the PlayStation version at Jason's house. I don't recall if we finished it or not. Have you ever won money on a scratch card or the lottery? How much did you win and what did you spend it on? Maybe like, $10 or so? Mom or Dad would buy one for the hell of it rarely, and they always let us kids scratch it off because we thought it was fun for whatever reason. Have you been on a plane before? Where was the last place you travelled to? Yeah, multiple times. I went to Illinois last to stay with Sara for a couple weeks. Would you rather do a wordsearch or a crossword? Wordsearch. What’s your favorite colour of skittles? Red, duh. I always save those for last. Do you have a favorite TV detective (eg. Sherlock, Poirot)? What is it that you like about them? Does Dean Winchester count? I loved him when I was into Supernatural. He was so charismatic, funny, a wonderful big brother, and don't forget hot as fuck lmao. Were you ever in any positions of responsibility when you were in school? No. Do you need to wear glasses or contacts? How long have you needed to wear those for? I'd had glasses since high school. I'm blind as a mf. Do you talk in your sleep? Yes. Ocean or pool? Pool. Cleaner and less risk. I'll swim in either, though. What's your favorite song at the moment? "DEGRADE" by "3TEETH." I've been hooked on them lately. Ever met anyone famous? No. Do you feel that you've had a truly successful life? *blinks* Have you been in love? Absolutely. Where do you wish you were? Sara's would be great. Last thing you spent lots of money on? My Markiplier tattoo. Favorite restaurant? Olive Garden. What is your favorite kind of car? I really dunno. I don't know almost any car by name. I like slick-looking ones, though. AKA expensive ones lmao. What would you honestly do if you had a million dollars? Pay off a lot of things, first of all. For both myself and Mom. I know too well I'd spend a good deal on tats, but I'm quite sure I'd be disciplined enough to know what's more important. Are you more of a shy or outgoing person? I am VERY shy. Would you rather listen to new music or the classics? I tend to listen to music I already know. I go hunting for new bands and songs too rarely... Can you do a cartwheel? lol hell no Do you currently feel any sadness? I always do. Do you always respond to chain letters? I literally never do. I don't care what it's about. They're annoying. Do you spend too much time online? My life is online. It's depressing, and very. I usually don't know what to do with myself if I don't have access to it. What is your biggest annoyance? Right now, people not complying to COVID restrictions to help end this madness. Are you currently in a relationship? No. What do you like to do for fun? Watch YouTube, play WoW, write, read, take pictures... Not a lot. I've been stuck with anhedonia for years; not a lot of things give me any sort of pleasure, even the aforementioned things sometimes. Can you type without looking at the keyboard? Yeah. Do you ever feel like people use you? I've sure as shit felt it before. What role does religion play in your life? None. It's honestly a place of bitterness. Can you sleep with your eyes open? Noooooooo, that shit creeps me out. How often (if ever) do you use moisturiser? Pretty much never... but I need to considering my skin is dry as the Sahara. Have you had any of your wisdom teeth removed? What was the reason? (eg. infection, impaction, lack of space). No. What was the reason for your last hospital visit? I visited Mom after her surgery. Do you use a laptop, desktop, tablet or phone to take your surveys? Laptop. Do you have any debt? If so, are you on top of paying it all back? College debt, for sure. I dropped out three different times. No, I'm nowhere near on top of it. How often do you travel by public transport? Never. Do you have an Instagram account? If so, how often do you post on there and what kind of things do you post? I have three, haha. I don't post on any regularly enough... but I use my first one most. My "main" one is my primary photography one, and I have a second photography account for my darker/roadkill/"vulture culture" work. Lastly I made one for my pets... yes, I decided to be one of those people lmao. Are you close to your extended family? Do you wish you were closer? Definitely not, but we want to try to get closer. In Grammy's last days, she shared that she wished we were more "together" so much. Do you prefer to give your pets human names or not? Definitely not human names, at least usually. Have you ever used a fire extinguisher? Would you know how to use one without reading the instructions? No; I doubt it. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever had to deal with at your job? When I worked, impatient customers. What was the last thing you used your mobile phone for? Listening to music. While my laptop is kaput, I'm using an old one, but it's super slow so I'm just using my phone for music and videos. Did you used to play The Sims? What version or expansion pack was your favorite one to play? I loved the animals one; I went through a period of playing that a loooot. There was also an African wildlife one that I had, but that one was pretty boring, honestly. I never got into the human ones. What quality do you value most highly in others? Probably compassion. Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? Mom. What was your best find from a flea market, garage sale, ebay or thrift? I got an AWESOME shipwreck w/ a sea serpent nightlight from the flea market once. What is one selfish thing you tend to do? Uhhhh I'm unsure. I try not to be selfish. Have you ever written a letter to a soldier? No, but man does this make me think of "Travelin' Soldier." I love that song so much, man. Always have. What do you use batteries for the most often? Ha, it used to be my mouse, but now that I have one that plugs up to the computer to charge, idk. What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over? "I don’t think I’ve ended any kind of relationship over something small." <<<< Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? It really depends on what I want and how hungry I am. If I had the first two though, I almost certainly couldn't handle a dessert. Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet? My older sister had it very badly to the point she wound up in the ER. It's no fucking joke. Aside from the necessities (eating, breathing etc.) what is something you do every single day, without fail? I was going to say “get on the computer” or something of the sort, but what if I don’t have access to technology that day for whatever reason? In that case, I’d think of Jason to some point. There isn’t a day that passes when he’s not lurking in my head somewhere. Is there anything you enjoy that’s considered childish for your age? What is it? Roleplaying. Some shows. I’m sure there’s plenty others. How many times a day do you use the bathroom? A LOT. If I’m drinking something, a lot of the time, I almost immediately have to go pee after a single sip. Do you need caffeine to wake up in the morning? What’s your drink of choice? I wouldn’t say I NEED it, no. I do regularly have my Mountain Dew in the morning in place of coffee tho lmao. That’s out of habit, though. Do you live somewhere with lots of livestock or wild animals? Livestock, absolutely. Wild animals, sure, so long you’re not right in a city. Well, even then, roadkill isn’t rare. Would you rather live somewhere rural or urban? RURAL. Mom and I are both having trouble adjusting to living in the suburbs. The only good thing is we’re closer to everything. Is there anything (a hobby, for example) that’s guaranteed to always make you feel better when you’ve had a bad day? Not absolutely without fail. If you’re struggling with your mental health, who are you most likely to open up to, or would you bottle it up instead? I VERY rarely bottle it up. That is so unhealthy. I confide in my mom, usually. What room of your house do you spend the most time in? Is this through choice or necessity? Ugh, my bedroom… but yeah, it’s choice. I COULD be in the kitchen or living room on the laptop, I just don’t want to for privacy’s sake. I’m waiting for the extra bedroom to be cleaned out to turn that into like my “dayroom” or “office.” I’m putting a desk in there, lots of motivational stuff, just things to inspire me to work. I NEED away from my bed. I only want to use it to sleep. If you have pets, do you snuggle with them when you’re having a bad time? Does it make you feel better? Well, it’s hard to “snuggle” with a snake, but I’ll still take her out sometimes and she gets comfortable against me for warmth. I do however definitely snuggle with my cat Roman, because he’s a total cuddlebug and super affectionate with me. How would you rate Stephen King as a writer? Shockingly, I haven’t read a novel by him. However, knowing stories he’s written and his genre, I think I’d absolutely love him. What movie are you looking forward to? Oh goodness, I have no idea. I’m totally out of touch with movies. Have you been to see an opera? No, they don’t appeal to me. What do you wish that you knew with more certainty? My career success. Of the following things, which would you most like to have more of? Drink, dreams, bed, drugs, lust, lies, hate, love, fear, fun, pain, flesh, stars, smiles, fame, sex: Love, of course. Would you ever consider working for the government? Absolutely not. What are the best and worst television channels? I don’t need to even watch television to tell you Discovery is best. Idk about worst. If you had a magical pencil and everything you drew became real what would you draw? Hm… if I drew like, Earth overlayed with a peace symbol, would that cause world peace? What would you like to touch? A wild (well, habituated) meerkat. Meerkats are just… so important in my life. Without them, I wouldn’t have met people who’ve greatly affected and even changed my life. I know the day I (hopefully) hold or pet one will be one where I cry. Does anything you own glow in the dark? I don’t know. Would you rather ride a dragon or a unicorn? Who the hell would answer “unicorn” to this???? Dragons are so so so superior. Can you make a balloon animal? No. How many glasses of water do you drink each day? Rarely more than two, if even that. What do you like in a poem, accessibility, crypticness, or something in between? I guess of these options, leaving some cryptic space, room for the reader to imagine. What I cherish most in poetry though is descriptiveness, but not to an excessive point where it’s just hard to understand. Who do you find yourself in constant conflict with? Why the conflict? MYSELF. I’m just so mad at and disappointed with myself. What subjects do you refuse to talk about? Why are you hiding from them? I mean, none, really. With some people I’m willing to talk about whatever topic. Greatest black and white film: Idk, I can’t recall enough. Greatest film three hours or longer: Troy. I adore that movie. I should watch it again…

#survey #quiz #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''iron man'' by black sabbath

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beesims4save · 4 years

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Hi there! My name is Coby (you can also call me Bee), and I’m excited to show you all what I’ve been working on in the Sims 4!

As you all know, The Sims 4 is a great game. It’s fun and very versatile and there’s a lot you can do with it. However, it is a bit lacking in some areas.

Specifically, lore! (And a lots of the builds are kinda gross and the families aren’t fleshed out at all and the worlds get a bit boring... but mostly lore.) So, I have decided to make a whole in-depth Sims 4 save file that focuses on lore within the worlds, familial relationships, pack integration, and just giving the whole game just a bit of a lift!

I’ll put more information under the cut, so I hope you’ll check out the rest :)

buy me a coffee <3

Thanks for coming! Let me show you where I am at this point!

31 new families living in all the worlds except Newcrest and Evergreen Harbor (54 total sims, not including pets)

I started this before Eco Lifestyle came out so I haven’t gotten there yet. Also, I totally forgot to put families in Newcrest so my fault lmfao, but I will be doing that! All the families have backstories, fully fledged out personalities with skills, jobs, relationships, and a lot of them even belong to clubs. Business will all be owned by sims in the world, and I will try my best to make sure any randomly spawning sims will have all of the above, but sometimes they just appear and I miss them. I will try though!

Some of the backstories are realistic, and true to life!

“The Henrys are the family behind the well-loved Desert Rose restaurant! Mom Annette is the cook and dad Cecil runs the books. Kid Elaine and her twin brother Sylas entertain the guests (who are family friends) with the help of their little sister Jaclyn. Teenager Aniyah, though, isn't as happy with the family business, since she knows she's next in line to take over, when she'd much rather be a famous soccer player.”

Some of them are a bit more ridiculous and definitely not from a place of realism...

“The Herman's moved from a quaint neighborhood in Windenburg to Willow Creek. Before the big move, Sonya belonged to the ladies club, The Upper Crusts. She remained in the club, even while her wife Alice joined the Girl's Best Friend club of Willow Creek. There wouldn't be any issue, except that means they belong to two rival clubs. Will the women be able to grow past this and be able to raise teen actor Dayton and little social butterfly Nathalie?”

I made the families very diverse, in terms of ages, races, religions, sexualities, backgrounds, you name it! (White cishets will never be the majority in anything I create!)

Previously existing townies now have pets, are in clubs, own businesses, have reputations and fame levels, and more! All for pack integration :>

Remodels of several houses in Willow Creek

To be honest, I really haven’t gotten far in terms of building, but I have remodeled the two least-expensive neighborhoods in their entirety and I’m working on the bigger houses now.

I’m putting two starter homes in all the worlds (except maybe Del Sol Valley will only have one because of plot limitations...) and I hope to keep one lot completely empty so you can build if you wish.

I’m putting restaurants in most, if not all, of the worlds. There will also be other establishments like bowling alleys and movie theatres where they will fit. Pack integration, baby!

What I have planned!

Like I said above, I’ll be filling up Newcrest and putting more business in all the worlds, as well as starter homes.

Tying in lore from the other games!

While I never had the chance to play the older Sims games, I will tying in things from those into my save file! I’ve watched enough Sims history videos on Plumbella’s channel to know that Miss Sims 4 is severely lacking. So!!

Be ready to see the full Caliente family (alien ancestors and all)

the Broke family

can’t forget Bonehilda

a familiar face in Strangertow-, sorry, Strangerville..?

and more! because the Sims is a life simulator, yes, but also a whole universe full of story and lore

Just a whole well-rounded experience within the Sims world.

I really hope that you’re interested in all this! The only reason I’m causing a fuss and making a whole new Tumblr account for this is because I really, really underestimated how much effort this is taking me. I’m all up for it, and I’m having a ton of fun doing it! (Hopefully, my laptop continues to support the game omg)

Thanks for reading and please follow if you’d like :}

#sims4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 story #s4mm #sims 4 save file #sims 4 #sims 4 cas #simsiesave

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hiddensprngs-blog · 5 years

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Sim Asks

Thank you for tagging me @ann-sims-4

1. What is the first sims game you ever played?

Sims 1 - I can literally remember going over to my neighbours house and seeing her sister playing sims and I didn’t know what it was and she showed me and I just FELL IN LOVE

2. What is the first sims game you bought?

Sims 1 (the first game I bought with my own money was actually Sims 3 Generations)

3. What is the last sims game you bought?

The Sims 4 - Get Famous

4. What sims game are you currently playing?

Just the Sims 4 but I really want to play 3 again because cars but it’s so laggy on my laptop :( :( :( :( I also had the urge to play on my DS the other day but I couldn’t find it so RIP that idea

5. What is your favorite world?

Oh my god this is lame but literally Newcrest because I can just BUILD ON IT AND MAKE MY OWN LITTLE NEIGHBOURHOOD LIKE IN SIMS 2

6. Who is your favorite pre-made family?

I literally have no idea????????? I loved playing the Don Lothario and The Caliente’s on Sims 2 though. That was literally my life

7. What packs do you wish you had in your game?

I have all the packs apart from vampires because I’m all about that realistic game play so probably that but I don’t know if the question means like packs I wanna see in the game??? If so. UNIVERSITY & ANY PACK THAT IS GOING TO GIVE ME A BEACH WORLD AND MORE HOLIDAY DESTINATIONS!!!!!!!!!

8. Who is your favorite sim you made?

Probably Evelyn (who I’m playing now)

9. How many years have you been playing the sims?

Since like 2003 I think?????

10. When did you start your simblr?

January 7th 2019 (I had one in the past but it was private and was literally just for my benefit to like keep track of my generations) I tag @brindleton-bee, @shylohsims, @andruskysworld, @daisy-glasses and anyone else who wants to give it a go! ❤ ❤ ❤

#idk if you guys have done it yet so sorry if you have!!

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panda-noosh · 6 years

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Lifegaurd Duty{Lance x Reader}{2/2}

Words: 8k

Summary: The cute lifeguard never failed to catch your eye whenever you visited the pool. He was always there, smiling and looking like he was having the time of his life. Honestly, you were perfectly fine with him ignoring you, but what happens whenever he finally notices you?

Genre: fluff - elements of angst?? - lifeguard!au

Warning: mentions of death and grief

Notes: part 1 - masterlist

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“You look lovely.”

Those were the first words out of Lance's mouth whenever you opened the door to him twenty minutes later – both of you had ended up being late, but you weren't complaining. After the ten minute mark had passed, you had only just dried your hair and was in no fit state to go and greet the man you had been crushing on for nearly two months.

You blushed, looking down at the outfit you had managed to pull together in your haste; you wore a striped shirt that was half-tucked into a pair of light blue skinny jeans, matched with a pair of grey boots. Lance wore a grey shirt underneath a blue jacket, with a pair of basketball shorts.

The two of you set off walking towards the coffee shop. You were slightly wary about where you stepped, not wanting to walk too close to him in fear of making him uncomfortable, not wanting to walk too far from him in fear of making it seem like you didn't want to be there – gosh, having a crush was difficult. Everything you did whenever Lance was in your presence felt wrong, as if you should regret it for some unknown reason.

“My dad was talking to me about your dad the other day, you know,” Lance said.

You looked over at him, one eyebrow raised. “Oh yeah? They know each other?”

“I don't know. My dad thinks he knows everyone just because he knows their names, so I don't know how close they actually are.” You chuckled, and Lance grinned as if he had made some massive accomplishment. “But he was telling me that your dad is back at work now. Busy, too, apparently.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Very busy. He's trying to catch up on all the work he missed whilst he was away, so he's doing overtime shifts and stuff like that. I don't think he's had a day off in a good month and a half.”

Lance hollowed out his cheeks, shaking his head in mild disbelief. “Crazy. He must be exhausted.”

“Yeah. But he's strong, as well.”

“It seems like all three of you are.” Lance nudged your arm. You looked at him through the corner of your eye, caught sight of his small smile that made you flush despite yourself. You swallowed thickly, raised your head and pulled your shoulders back.

“So, Lance McClain, you invited me out here so we could learn more about each other. I think it's about time you start spilling some secrets.”

Lance raised a brow, his grin only widening at your sudden change of demeanour. “Secrets? What did you expect me to tell you?”

“I don't know. Anything. Tell me anything.”

“I'm not that interesting, you know. I wanted to learn more about you.” “I'm not that interesting, either,” you said. “But it's not fair just having me talk away about my life. You have to tell me something about yourself, as well.”

“Okay, fine. I will. What do you want to know?”

You pondered on that question for longer than you should have. For months, you had been forming questions in your mind, curious as anything to know every little detail about the man beside you; how he always managed to keep up that cheery aura of his, how he knew of Penelope, where he lived, what school he went to, who he was friends with.

But in that moment, you could only say one word in response to such a question; “Anything.”

Lance's smile wavered as he thought about what to tell you. You watched him closely, watched as he shrugged and looked down at the ground in embarrassment; he clearly thought he should have plenty to say, was embarrassed that his life maybe wasn't as cool as he had once hoped it would have been.

“I come from a fairly big family, to start off,” he said after a moment. “I'm the middle child, but I was never left out, you know? I have nieces and nephews, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles who all live in the same neighbourhood as me – I live on West Wing.”

“Oh, the fancy part of town. What made you want to work over here, then?”

Lance chuckled. “West Wing isn't all that fancy whenever you've lived there your entire life. The bad people start to unearth after a while, which was why I wanted to get away from them, if just for a few hours a day.” He shrugged. “Besides, I like East Wing. It's a bit rough around the edges, but it's different, and the people here . . . They just kind of stick together, you know? They're like one massive family, and I just find that appealing.”

He wasn't wrong. Although you had always taken your close bond with the people from your neighbourhood as nothing more than a friendship that had formed over time, Lance wasn't lying when he said you were all like a family. Even the newcomers were welcomed with open arms most of the time, unless they gave the residents a reason not to.

“I guess you could call me a family man,” Lance chuckled.

“You're good with kids, aren't you?” you said. “I saw you with Penelope and her friends the other day, and you were a natural. Penelope was having the time of her life.”

Lance shrugged, a slight blush creeping along his cheeks. “I guess so. I grew up with little brothers and sisters, and then my niece and nephews came around and I looked after them as well. I've just always had little kids to look after, I guess. Plus, Penelope's cool. I like hanging with her.”

“She likes hanging out with you.”

“I like hanging out with you, as well.”

You looked over at him, trying to dismiss the way your breath caught in your chest, the way your heart beat thundered behind your ribcage. He was still looking down at the floor, his slightly damp hair hanging limp over his forehead in a most attractive way. You had the sudden urge to run your fingers through it, push it away from his forehead so you could get a full view of his face.

Instead, you stuffed your hands in your pockets.

“You know, I'm not much,” you replied, quietly. You weren't sure why. It just felt necessary to tell him such a thing, a slight warning that, if he expected you to be some crazy friend to hang out with, he had another thing coming.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Me. I'm not . . . I'm not anything special.” You chuckled nervously, tugging on the collar of your striped button-up. “I'm actually quite an anxious person.”

Lance was quiet for a moment. “So am I, so that's good.”

Your head snapped up, eyebrow raised in question. “You? How are you an anxious person?”

Lance shrugged. “It's not that obvious because I've kind of trained myself to hide that part of me, but I do get nervous, Y/N. I was nervous on my way up to your house. I was nervous about asking you out in the first place.”

Your mouth opened, but no words came free. Lance shot a glance in your direction, chuckled at the shocked expression taking over your face. You knew it was rude; you had made an assumption about him, assumed he was this confident man all the time whenever you should have known full well that wasn't possible – everybody got nervous. Everybody had fears and things they didn't enjoy doing, but it just seemed so out of the ordinary for Lance to show such a side to him.

“Yeah, a shock,” he chuckled. “Asking out a pretty girl will make anyone nervous, though.”

You flushed, snapping your mouth closed and looking back down at the floor abruptly. “Shut up.”

Lance nudged you with his elbow as the two of you walked into the coffee shop at long last. The walk should have felt longer, but it didn't. It felt as if it had only lasted a couple of seconds, and you suddenly wanted to escape the confines of the place and head back out into the open air, just to continue on the conversation the two of you had been having so easily.

You both collected your chosen beverages, with Lance attempting to persuade you to get a coffee one last time; you had said no, grabbed your hot chocolate, and was taking teasing sips of it as you and Lance made your way over to a table on the far side of the shop. You were thankful for his choice of seating – it was far away from everybody else. You had only been inside of the small cafe for a few minutes, and already you could feel the eyes of pity from passers-by burning into your skull.

You didn't want any of it. You just wanted to enjoy your day for once.

“Tell me something, Y/N,” Lance said almost as soon as the two of you had sat down. “What job do you wanna do in the future?”

An odd question, but you found yourself pondering it for a lot longer than particularly necessary. You had only ever had one dream as a child, and that was to become a writer. Lately, with your lack of motivation and the zero words you had to your name, it felt as if that dream was never bound to become a reality.

“A writer,” you replied nonetheless. “An author. Writing stuff.”

Lance raised a brow, curling his lips around his straw. His speech was slurred due to the action. “An author, hm? What kind of stuff do you like to write?”

“All sorts.”

“Well yeah, but like, be specific.”

“Fiction, mostly.”

Lance leaned back in his seat, clasping his warm drink in his hands as he looked at you sceptically. You knew you were being vague, but telling people about your writing was not your forte. You never knew what to say about it, never felt entirely comfortable telling people you wrote anything at all. It always led to the exact same question of Can I read it?

“Fiction,” he repeated. “Once again, a very broad statement.”

You shrugged. “It's nothing interesting, I can assure you. Besides, I haven't written anything in months.”

“I thought I saw you with your laptop over at the pool that day,” he said. “Were you just playing Sims or something?”

You giggled. “No, I wasn't. I was actually planning on writing that day, but I got a little distracted.” You shot him a faux accusatory look that he smirked at, shrugging his shoulders loosely as if to say well, I can't help it!

“I think an author is a very good job to aim for,” he said at last. “Very . . . Academic of you.”

You raised a brow. “Thanks. And what about you? Have you strived to be a lifeguard your whole life?”

Lance scoffed, taking a long sip of his coffee before slamming the cup down as if in exasperation. “God no. I didn't even think about becoming a lifeguard until I realised I needed a summer job and that was the only one I could find that was away from West Wing. I really want to be a pilot, but it's a lot more difficult than you think.”

“A pilot? Can you fly a plane?”

“I dabble,” he replied. “Obviously I don't have access to a jet every day, so I'm a little rusty, but I know a thing or two, and if it came down to it, I could probably save a couple hundred lives if our holiday jet was going down.”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling lightly. “Of course. The hero we didn't know we needed.”

“It's true!” he exclaimed, and he shocked you by lurching forward in his excitement. His fingers gripped a hold of your own, pulling your hand closer to him. You froze under his touch, unsure of how to respond to such a thing, unsure of what to say or whether you should comment on it at all – he was touching you. His fingers were burning into your flesh. You simply stared at them as they lay on the table between you.

Lance was still laughing, one hand messing idly with your fingers whilst the other twirled the straw around in the froth at the top of his coffee.

You swallowed thickly, hoping and praying the sweat coating your palms now wasn't obvious.

“I wanna take you up in a plane one day,” he said. “You and Penelope can come with me and I'll take you on a tour of West Wing. Show you all of the graffiti that people think don't exist because we have big houses.”

You scowled. “Heights aren't exactly my thing.”

He waved his free hand dismissively, as if your fear of heights meant nothing when talking about flying. “Don't worry about heights. I told you already – I could save a couple hundred people if it came down to it. I can take care of two people just as well.”

And you laughed, even though the idea of seeing Lance again sent your stomach into a flurry of butterflies, even though you could already feel yourself enjoying your time with him more than you thought possible. You had known him for a little over two months, had only properly spoken to him a handful of times, and yet you wanted nothing more than to sit beside him for the rest of the day just to hear him drawl on and on about everything and nothing.

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Summer ended all too fast for your liking.

School had started up again, meaning your time spent with Lance had been forced to the end of your list of priorities. Going into your second year of college left no room to ponder over boys, though actually forgetting about him was much more difficult than you had once believed.

The two of you had spent your final weeks of summer all but glued at the hip. Lance would appear at your house every day, take you out for hot chocolate (though he still tried to get you to try his coffee every now and then) and the two of you would walk around the neighbourhood, talking about anything that came to mind. You had pushed past the stage of asking each other random, trivial questions, and conversation was flowing much more naturally than before.

You could officially call Lance McClain a friend. It was a pleasant feeling.

The first week of school flew in. You and Allura busied yourselves with the usual beginning-of-term jobs that all sixth formers had to do, and it was safe to say you were both utterly exhausted by the time the weekend finally rolled around.

Saturday brought good weather. Despite it being September, summer officially over, the sun was still beating down upon East Wing, and you were still trapped in a tank top and shorts, barely able to stomach the idea of wearing anything heavier.

The warm weather also meant that the pool was, once again, immensely crowded whenever you, Allura and Penelope pulled up outside of it on the first Saturday of September.

“Please don't get any diseases from the pool,” Allura said to Penelope as your little sister hopped out of the car and rushed towards the pool. “Don't slip!”

“I won't!” Penelope called back.

Allura sighed, placing her hands on her hips and shaking her head like a concerned mother. “Surely it should be you giving her those warnings and not me.”

You looked up from your phone, shrugged casually. “If she hurts herself, it's not my fault.”

Allura scoffed as the two of you made your way over to a table in the cafe. The table was facing the pool, meaning you got a pretty decent view of Penelope and her friends diving into the deep end, squealing and holding hands as they went under. You watched them resurface before turning back to Allura.

“It's weird not seeing Lance here,” you said, unsure as to why you thought that was a good conversation starter.

Allura didn't seem to mind. “He has college, does he not?”

“I think so,” you replied. “I don't know. It's just strange. I'm so used to seeing him in the lifeguard tower that it just seems a little off to not have him there.”

“You'd honestly think you two were married or something,” Allura scoffed. “The way you talk about him-”

“The way she talks about who?”

Your eyes snapped up, immediately widened upon seeing Lance standing over Allura's chair with a smoothie in his hand. Your heart thundered in your chest, your cheeks flaring a bright red colour; Allura smirked, stood up and said, “I think I'm gonna go get myself a drink. Here, Lance. Take my seat. I don't mind.”

Lance raised a brow as Allura sent you a sly wink, stood up and walked away from the table towards the bar. You couldn't help but notice that she didn't actually line up to order any beverages, but instead sat down beside a woman and started casually talking away.

Lance took her seat, grinned over at you. “What a pleasant surprise to see you here.”

You smiled warily. “Yep. It's warm, so I thought I'd come down and cool off.”

“You're not even in the pool. You're hardly gonna cool off sitting in the sun like this.”

You looked up, indicating the umbrella hovering over your head. Lance followed your gaze, rolled his eyes before he thrust his drink in your direction.

“Gotta stay hydrated,” he said.

You chuckled and took the drink he offered, taking hesitant sips before passing it back. The conversation didn't take long to spark after that, with Lance informing you that he had come down for a dip in the pool, had seen you three walking in and had immediately gotten curious as to why you were there in the first place; you didn't want to mention the fact that you had been coming here almost every day in the summer, though the reason behind such a thing was purely to see Lance.

It happened whenever the two of you were speaking.

The scream sounded out above the bustle of the busy crowd, piercing your eyes with its familiarity. You had heard that scream only a few times before, and it never meant anything good. No. The last time you had heard it, you had burst through the door of your mothers room to see your mother lying dead in bed with Penelope by her side.

You were up on your feet before you could even comprehend what was happening.

“Penelope!” you cried out, because she wasn't in sight. The only thing you could see was a patch of blood on the edge of the pool, the water flying everywhere as your little sister struggled to break to the surface.

Her friends were screaming. You were screaming. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you were already throwing off your shoes by the time Lance had stood up and thrown himself into the pool.

You watched on in horror, hands gripping the railing. Lance grabbed a hold of the tiny limp body. You very nearly buckled at the sight of the blood drenching Penelope's forehead, at the way her head lolled onto Lance's shoulder, the way her arms flopped over his own as he hauled her to the edge of the pool and lay her down against the tiles.

You sprinted over, no longer caring about courtesy. You shoved people aside, ignoring the soaked tiles that could very well have been a hazard in that moment.

You dropped to your knees, grabbed a hold of Penelope's hand as Lance tapped her face multiple times.

“Is she breathing?” you asked. “Lance, is she breathing?”

“She's breathing,” Lance replied, before he ducked his head down and started CPR. You wanted to throw up. Every nerve in your body was buzzing with an unfamiliar feeling of panic; you had seen your mothers dead body, had been there whenever your mother got diagnosed with the illnesses that had eventually taken her out. You had felt queasy because of panic in the past, but this was on a different level. This was an entirely different ball game all together.

You followed Lance's breathing, even though you didn't need to. Part of you wondered whether it would help or not, whether you were somehow guiding Penelope back to consciousness by following Lance's lead.

And then Penelope's chest heaved, and for a second, you were scared it had caved in. You squeezed her hand harder, just as water spurted out of her mouth, soaking Lance's bare chest. She threw herself onto her side, coughing and choking up the remainder of the water that had crowded in her lungs only moments before.

You cried out, tugging her up into your arms and nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck. “Oh god, Penelope, you idiot! You absolute idiot! How did you manage that?”

“My head hurts,” she groaned against your collar bone.

You pulled away then, nodding frantically. “Right. Your head. We need – We need an ambulance. I'll call an ambulance.”

You made to stand up, but Lance's hand tightened around your wrist and pulled you back down. Tears were pouring down your face, and you weren't even sure how you had managed to stand up in the first place with how weak you currently felt.

You looked over at Lance. He gave you a sad smile, shook his head before he was standing up and tugging his own phone out of his shorts pocket. “I'll call them. You stay here and try and control the bleeding.”

You nodded thankfully. Lance walked off then, phone pressed to his ear.

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“What happened?” your father asked.

He looked slightly worn out, you noticed. You both were. Taking a single step inside of the hospital room had immediately drained every piece of energy from your body, because you remembered these rooms so well. You remembered curling up in a chair in the corner whilst your mother got prodded with needles, remembered sobbing into the pillow whenever even more bad news was delivered, remembered choking down the disgusting hospital sandwiches they had provided for you because you refused to leave your mothers side.

But now you were back. You were leaned against the wall on the far side of the room, your dad sitting on a chair at Penelope's bed side. His hands hung loosely between his legs, and his head was ducked down, his hair falling in his face.

“I don't know,” you replied quietly. “I heard her scream, and whenever I looked over, she was already under the water.”

“And that Lance boy saved her?”

You swallowed thickly. “Yeah.”

Your dad sighed and ran his hands down his face. He was much paler than usual. Whenever you had called him up and told him of what happened, he had hung up before you even had a chance to tell him that Penelope was okay, that she was awake and breathing, but was suffering from a mild concussion that would see her staying in the hospital overnight.

“I don't want you going to that pool for a bit, okay?” your dad said. “Give it some time to settle or else you'll put me into an early grave.”

“Don't say things like that,” you said.

“Sorry.” He turned to look at you then, giving you a small smile. His attempts at soothing your nerves. “You did a good thing bringing her here. Most people your age would have just panicked until an adult took over.”

“Yeah, well, make no mistake – I most definitely was panicking. It was Lance who called the ambulance.”

Your dad raised a brow. “That Lance boy sure has done a lot for us today. He's outside, isn't he?”

You nodded in response. That was a fact you had been trying to avoid for some time now, the fact that he was waiting outside for the final verdict on your sisters condition.

“Remind me to shake his hand whenever I get my head on straight,” your dad continued. “You should go out there and keep him company for a little bit.” “You sure you'll be okay on your own?”

Your dad nodded, slowly turned back in his seat and took Penelope's hand in his own. Your little sister stirred beneath the covers, clapping her lips together as she slept peacefully; she was still alive, which was a relief. Though the injuries hadn't been that bad, you had immediately thought the worst.

You stood up and left your father on his own. It was dark, nurses giving you small, professional smiles as they walked past you, patients wearing paper pyjamas wandering around the halls with walking sticks as aid.

You walked directly into the waiting area, stopped in the doorway whenever you saw Lance curled up on a chair in the corner. His knees were tugged up into his chest, his face pressed against them as he slept soundly – it reminded you of yourself all them years ago whenever you had been in the exact same position, curled up and waiting for results that could be good or bad.

“Lance,” you called out to him.

He shifted immediately, legs clanging to the floor as he shot upright. You raised a brow at him as he turned to look at you, relief washing over his tired and puffy features as soon as he saw you standing there.

“Is she okay?” he asked, scrambling out of his seat and walking towards you with his hands outstretched.

“She's fine,” you assured. “Thanks to you, at least.”

Lance flushed. He placed his hands on your elbows once he reached you, gently dragged his fingers down your arm until he was grabbing at your hands and tugging them together as if in prayer. “I was so worried I'd been too late. CPR isn't my strong point.”

“You did incredible,” you said. “Thank you. For everything. From both me and my dad.”

“It was nothing,” he replied humbly. “As long as Penelope's okay, that's all that matters.”

You nodded along, trying to fight the urge to cry that had suddenly washed over you. You were tired. The days events had worn you out to the point where you were fairly certain your knees were going to give out at any given moment.

You swayed a little on the spot. Lance's eyes shot open even wider before he was tugging you into him, wrapping one arm around your shoulders whilst the other kept a grip on your hand.

“Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me, L/N. Do you need a nurse?”

You shook your head dumbly. “I'm fine. I just – I think I need some fresh air.” Lance led you outside without question, keeping one arm wrapped around your shoulders to make sure you didn't topple over. Once upon a time, you may have swooned at the feel of his arm around you, but you were much too tired to concentrate on such a thing right now.

Lance pressed you against the wall outside and stood protectively over you.

“Take deep breaths, okay? Clear your head a little bit,” he advised. “Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I'm a lifeguard.”

He was trying to make you smile. You looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes, trying desperately to stop the dizzy spell from completely flooring you. It was wave after wave, nausea caused by the exhaustion and stress chasing away any reasonable thought in that moment.

Lance's smile fell away once he caught sight of your slightly dishevelled face. His grip tightened on your arms, pushing you a little harder into the wall as a way to keep you upright.

“Okay, I'm serious now,” he said. “Keep breathing. You look like you're about to pass out.”

You swallowed thickly, closed your eyes and leaned your head against the wall. It was all coming down on you now. You didn't know where it was coming from, what had triggered it, but every little thing that you had been pushing to the side was suddenly crashing down upon you, and there was nothing you could do about it.

A tear fell from your eye, traced down the bridge of your nose before sinking into the concrete at your feet. Though your eyes were closed, you could feel Lance's shock reverberating through your body, could feel his hands tightening on your arms and could hear the sound of him taking a sharp breath.

“You're crying,” he said. “Y/N, you're crying. What's wrong? What did the doctors say whenever you were in there?”

You refused to open your eyes. Part of you felt like ripping yourself away from Lance right now, whilst the other part of you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around his middle and bury your head in the crook of his neck.

“Please look at me,” he said. “Open your eyes.”

You did so. He was inches away from your face, observing each and every twitching muscle with a worried expression glossing his face. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying desperately to fight off the fresh wave of tears that was threatening to explode right now.

But it was no use.

Not whenever Lance tutted, swung his arms around your shoulders and tugged you into him without you even having to ask. Your head crashed against his chest, your own arms instinctively winding around his torso as you huddled into his warmth, chased the comfort you felt like you so desperately needed right now.

Because it had happened again. As dramatic as you knew it was, it had happened again. Your little sister could have very nearly died today whilst under your care. If it wasn't for the grace of god and the fact that Lance had known what to do, she could have drowned.

Another person you couldn't save added to the list.

“It was too close,” you sobbed into Lance's chest, even though he had no idea what you were talking about. “What if you hadn't had been there? What could I have possibly done? She would have died!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Lance cooed, running his fingers through your hair. “Come on, now. She's okay and that's all that matters.”

You squeezed your eyes closed, tightening your grip on his waist as if he was the only thing keeping you anchored right now. In a way, that's what it felt like. If you let go of Lance right now, everything would fall apart and crumble, and you would be left with the aftermath once again.

“You're just startled,” Lance whispered. You felt his lips on the top of your head, moving slowly with every word. “It's all gonna be okay. She's gonna wake up tomorrow and they're gonna discharge her, and you're not even gonna think back to what happened today.”

“Unlikely,” you grunted.

Lance pulled away, but his arms were still on your shoulders. You could feel his fingers slightly nipping at your shoulder blades when he held you at arms length, looking into your face with the most serious expression you had ever seen him wear.

“Okay, maybe you won't forget about it completely,” he said. “But you're one of the strongest people I've ever met, Y/N, which means you won't let it take over. Will you?”

Your lower lip trembled. Lance caught the slight movement, brought his thumb to your mouth and gently ran it over your lips. You closed your eyes at the feeling, the soft touch that sent sparks running through your system at a hundred miles per hour.

“Will you?” he repeated, quieter this time.

You nodded slowly. Lance's fingers fell away from your mouth, drifted past your shoulders until he was grabbing a hold of your waist and pulling you into him again. You reached up and hugged him back, because that was what you truly needed right now; you needed his warmth, the comfort of somebody else. You didn't want pity, didn't want to be reminded of the things you couldn't change – you just wanted to be comforted, and Lance was offering that with his whole heart in this moment.

The two of you stood there for what felt like hours, tangled in each other's embrace with Lance's lips pressed against the side of your head and your face buried in the crook of his neck. Even after the tears had stopped falling, you stayed locked in each others company, refusing to move. Because moving away would mean the moment was over, and you weren't sure you would be able to hold yourself together if Lance wasn't there to keep the pieces locked in place.

---

The crick in your neck was enough to wake you up.

It must have been hours later, though you weren't entirely sure. You were positive that the moon had been in the sky whenever you had originally fallen asleep, though as your eyes peeled open now, they were greeted quite obtrusively by the glowing sun shining through the hospital windows.

You grumbled to yourself, stretching your neck that little bit to try and make the pain go away. It was only at this movement did the lump beneath you shift, startling you enough to have you flinching away from the chair and landing in a tired heap of exhausted limbs on the ground.

You looked at the chair you had just bolted from, eyes wide whenever you saw Lance groaning, stretching his arms high above his head. Had you two been curled up on the same chair? Had you two fallen asleep together?

Your eyes widened against your will; you knew looking shocked was only going to embarrass you. From what you could remember of the previous night, you would already have enough to be embarrassed about. You remembered hugging Lance, clinging to him like some kind of support as tears streamed down your face as you cried about nothing at all.

He hadn't minded. That was another thing you remembered, though you remembered it pleasantly. The way his arms had curled around your hips, the way he had hugged you into his chest, the way he didn't seem to mind the fact that you were having a full-on breakdown in his arms.

Now, you watched as he ran a large hand through his brown hair, his eyes slowly opening to meet your own.

“Ah, good. You made my arm go numb by laying on it.”

You flushed. “I'm sorry. I don't even – I don't even remember how-”

“You fell asleep against the wall outside whenever you were crying,” he explained, and the flush only grew worse. “So I carried you in here, sat you on my lap. I thought your dad would come out to get you, but I ended up falling asleep before he made an appearance.” He shrugged as if it meant nothing, looking down at his arm that had been wrapped around you only moments before. “You're a good pillow, though.”

You hollowed out your cheeks, running your hands through your bed head. “Your parents are probably worried sick about you right now.”

Lance shrugged, standing up and stretching once again. You tried to ignore the flash of skin that appeared as his shirt lifted up; you would not be one of them girls who lost their heads over the showing of a tiny bit of flesh.

“I called them and said I was helping out some friends. They won't mind if I don't come home for a few more hours; I want to help you get Penelope back home safely, at least.”

“Lance, you don't have to do that. What you did back at the pool was enough.”

“It's not for anybody's sake but my own,” he said, chuckling nervously. “I don't think I'll be able to sleep right unless I know she's gotten home safely.”

You opened your mouth to speak, though you had no words planned. You could have quite simply stood there and stared at him in shock, his kindness and his selflessness never failing to take you by surprise, no matter how many times he showed it to you.

You tried to reply, but the doors to the waiting room were opening before you had the chance. Your father came waddling out from the automatic doors, two hospital bags looped around one arm whilst his other arm was draped loosely over Penelope's shoulders.

Penelope looked a lot better, a grin adorning her chubby features almost as soon as she laid eyes upon Lance standing before her. You could see her try to lurch forward towards him, but her face paled at the sudden jolt of her body and your father had to drop one of the bags to keep her upright.

“You two are finally awake, I see,” your dad said, finally deciding to simply toss you the hospital bags and scoop Penelope into his arms.

“We are,” you replied. “Sorry I didn't come back to the room last night. I got kind of-”

“You were cuddling with Lance!” Penelope giggled, pointing a trembling finger in your direction.

Your eyes widened, a flush immediately taking over your face once again. You could hear Lance trying to hold back a laugh behind you, clearly finding the bluntness of a seven year old highly amusing; it wasn't amusing to you, not whenever you heard it all day to the point where it became more of a burden than a form of entertainment.

“Right,” you grunted, clapped your hands as you readied yourself to change the subject of conversation before your fathers gaze could become any more stern. “Lets get home then, shall we? The house will probably need a good clean when we get in.”

Your dad grunted, nudged your arm as he walked past you. Taking one look in his direction, you could see that the attempt at a subject change had not quite worked on him; his gaze was almost of warning, as if telling you to take at least three steps away from Lance.

You did just that, carefully stepping to the side and flashing your father an over dramatic grin, to which he rolled his eyes and continued out of the hospital.

You sighed, shoulders slumped forward. “So they did see us.” Much to your surprise, an arm wrapped around your shoulders. “Hopefully they got a picture of us together. I'm sure we looked bloody adorable, huh?” Lance looked down at your mortified expression, burst out laughing as the two of you followed your dad and little sister out into the car park.

----

To your greatest surprise, it was Lance who ended up carrying Penelope up the stairs to her bedroom once the four of you had finally arrived at your home.

You had fully expected him to simply watch from the car, make sure you all got in safely before driving off. That seemed like the wisest thing to do, but before any of you could question it, Lance was grabbing Penelope from the back seat and hauling her into the house of his own accord.

You trudged in behind your father, lugging the two hospital bags along with you. Your dad walked slowly in front of you, head ducked down in the way he often held it whenever he was deep in thought; you didn't bother asking him what the matter was. Not whenever you had two extremely heavy bags hanging off of your arms.

You grunted as you swung them onto the counter. You took a glimpse up the stairs to see Lance disappear behind the railing, and it was only then did your father turn to you, an amused glint in his eyes that startled you. He had looked so forlorn all day. Seeing him suddenly brighten up with this look of bliss shocked you into a wary silence.

“So you and Lance,” was the first thing he said, and you immediately regretted not being the one to grab Penelope.

“Dad, no” you said. “No. I do not want to have this conversation.”

You tried to escape, stepping around the counter, but your dad was quicker. He stood in front of you, blocking your exit.

“Dad, please.”

“I saw the way you two were cuddled up earlier on.”

“We weren't cuddled up. I fell asleep, and Lance was . . . He was just there, okay? There was no funny business.”

“I never said there was funny business.” He was still smiling, not once taking his gaze off of you. “But you can't deny that you both seemed extremely close.”

“Oh my god, you sound like Allura.”

“Sometimes I think that whacko friend of yours makes some good points,” he said, casually. “Do you like him?”

Your eyes widened. “Dad, he's upstairs!”

“He can't hear us,” your dad insisted, though you very highly doubted that was the case. Your father had a tendency to raise his voice whenever he was excited, and there was no doubt in your mind that Lance could hear every word he was speaking right now. “You can trust your old man, can't you? Do you like him as more than a friend?”

The blush that rose to your cheeks must have been answer enough. You had every intention to deny the accusations, perhaps even shove past him and storm up the stairs like the teenager you were, but your dad had caught on long before you could even move; he was too smart for his own good.

He took one look at your flushed cheeks and his mouth fell open. He grinned from ear to ear, reached out, placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed, forcing you to look up at him.

“That is . . . Adorable,” he said.

“Please don't get all protective.” You took his hand from your shoulder, held it in your own tightly. “Nothing is going to happen, I promise. He doesn't like me back, so there's no point in-”

“Doesn't like you back?” your dad burst, making your eyes widen. You lurched forward, shoved him backwards into the living room in any attempt to get as far away from the staircase as humanly possible.

“Keep your voice down!”

“How can you say something like that?” he hissed. “The boy clearly has feelings for you, for Christs sake.”

“No, he does not.” You paused, looked towards your dad with a raised brow. “How do you know? Have you been watching us?”

He shrugged. “I know, because I looked at your mother in the exact same way Lance looks at you.”

Of all the things you had expected your dad to say, that had been the last thing on your list. As soon as the words crossed his lips, your heart shattered in your chest. You felt winded, as if he had just sliced you in the stomach and left you to gasp for breath on the floor.

Ever since your mother had died, it was rare that your dad ever made an attempt to talk about her. Sure, she would show up in conversation sometimes, but only ever briefly and he would never let the conversation go on much longer than a few minutes. It was his healing strategy – perhaps if he didn't talk about her as if she was in the past, he could pretend she was still there. He could pretend nothing bad had happened, that those last few months of her life were merely figments of his imagination.

But ever since Penelope had found her dead that evening, your father had not once spoken about their relationship. Any time he did speak about her, it was purely to tell you and Penelope how much she had loved you both, how much she cared for you both. Not once did he ever elaborate on the love he had for her.

Not until now.

“Dad,” you whispered. “You don't have to...”

“No, I do.” He stepped forward. The amused glint had disappeared, replaced by one of sadness and remembering that made your heart shatter all over again. “Lance looks at you the way I looked at your mother, and that's how I know he cares about you. That's how I know he would care for you – why else do you think I've let you hand around with this boy all summer?”

“Lance and I are just friends...”

“And do you want to be just friends with him?”

You closed your eyes. “What if you're wrong? What if he doesn't like me like that?”

Your father startled you further, letting out a soft laugh as if he truly couldn't believe your stupidity right now. “I can promise you, sweetheart, that I'm not wrong. I know a man in love when I see one, because I was once in the same position as him.”

---

Perhaps it had been the talk of your mother that pushed you to do it. Maybe it was the look in your dads eye as he spoke about her, the way he rung his hands out in front of him in nerves. Perhaps it was that suddenly overwhelming feeling of love that overcame you that pushed you to walk up the stairs towards Penelope's room, with one speech set in your mind.

You reached Penelope's door, reached out a hand to open it, but you didn't have to do such a thing. Lance opened it long before you had a chance to and was walking out, a broad grin on his face that slowly disappeared when he saw you; oh, how stressed you must have looked. If your physical features were portraying just how nervous you felt inside, you were fairly certain you must have looked a frazzled mess.

“Y/N? Are you okay? You look like you're gonna pass out again,” he said. He reached forward, gripped your elbows in the same way he had done the previous night. “I can take you out to get some fresh air again.”

“Can we go to my room and talk for a second?”

You said it quick, just wanting to get it over with.

Lance flushed at your request, at just how broad such a statement was, but nodded anyway. You nodded back, though you didn't need to, whirled on your heel and made your led him across the hall into your room.

“Penelope's trying to get some more sleep,” he was explaining. “I left her some water as well, so if she wakes up-”

You closed the door, whirled on him. “I like you.”

There was no other way to really do it. At least, that was what you had convinced yourself of. You just needed to say it, get it over with, and that was exactly what you had done.

For a second, the room was silent. Lance was simply staring at you, his mouth open a little bit. The sun was glaring down on his golden locks, and once again you were able to see them perfect little features that were so hidden during the day due to him bouncing around, never giving anyone a moment to just look at him and appreciate him for what he was.

And then he spoke. “I like you too.”

“No, you don't understand,” you hissed, waving your hands in front of you. “I like like you. I think you're an incredible person and stuff like that – I mean, I like you as more than a friend. I wasn't gonna say anything, because I didn't want to make a fool out of myself, but my dad's just spoken to me and I've realised that things like this shouldn't wait, because you never know when the love of your life is just gonna drop dead one day, you know? My dad told me he wanted to say so many things to my mum before she died, and he never got the chance to, and I just don't want that to happen to me. Like, you could walk out of my house and get run over, and I never would have been able to tell you that you're one of the sweetest guys I've ever spoken to, and I get butterflies whenever we make eye contact and that's why I sometimes babble on and on about stupid stuff – talking is a coping mechanism, I think. You should have seen me whenever I first saw you. I spoke so much that Allura genuinely got up and left the cafe because she-”

Your words were cut off by a pair of lips finding yours.

God, you were grateful for those lips on top of your own. Not only did they feel perfect, but they shut you up. They stopped you from making an even bigger fool of yourself.

You groaned, pushed yourself onto your tippy toes in any attempt to chase the sweet taste that came with kissing Lance McClain. You were numb, locked in total bliss, and despite the static-feeling coursing through your body, you couldn't ignore the heat that spread from your hips where his fingertips were burning holes in your flesh. Your own hands had found their way around his shoulders, were messing idly with the small flicks of brown hair at the back of his neck.

He pulled away all too soon.

He gasped as he did so, a small noise that made you giggle with the desperation of it. The sound of your life prompted him further, and he continued to press light pecks to your lips on a continuous loop until you were forced to pull away from him.

“I'm sorry,” you said. “I didn't mean to start talking so much.”

“Don't apologise,” he replied quickly. His eyes were still lingering on your lips, as if he had been waiting years to finally be able to kiss you and now that the chance was being given to him, he was ready to take everything he could. “Never apologise for talking. I love your voice. I love what you have to say.”

“But you did hear what I told you, didn't you? In between all the useless bullshit-”

“I like you too, Y/N,” Lance said, finally looking into your eyes. That spark was back within them, so bright it made your legs weak. “Whenever I said that the first time, I meant it as more than a friend. Every single time I've said I like you these past few months, I never meant it as a casual, platonic thing. I've liked you from the moment we started talking at the pool.”

Your eyes popped open. “You're kidding.”

He shook his head. “Afraid not. If I'd have known you felt this way, I wouldn't have spent so much time trying to impress you.”

You scrunched up your nose. Lance chuckled at the expression, pressed a feather light kiss to the reddening tip of your nose before he lowered his head and caught your lips in yet another tender concealment.

You melted into his grip all over again, ready to lose yourself once and for all. Because your father had been right – at the end of the day, we don't know how long we have on this earth. We cut things short, we don't take risks, we think we have all the time in the world to do the thing, but that wasn't always true. Your mothers death was proof enough of that – she had been young, had so many years left in her to watch her daughters grow old, to watch them fall in love, but all of that had been cut short, and your father had been left with unspoken confessions perched on the edge of his tongue that would never again reach the light of day, because the person he wanted to say them to was no longer around.

You wouldn't be like that. Not now. Not with Lance. Not whenever everything was so unpredictable and unsure. You would do your best, make yourself the happiest person in the world by going for the things you wanted.

Lucky for you, the person you wanted also wanted you just as much.

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