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Have some early prom pictures! In my game, Willow and Amelia are aging up soon, so I wanted to get these before I couldn’t. I love them all, they’re all so cute cx

I possibly will have a storyline(s) at ‘prom’, but in between that, there will be a mixture of story and gameplay pictures.

So, they all have ship names, ‘cause I wanted them to.

Willow + Reese = Rillow
Brandon + Jenny = Brenny
Amelia + Mason = Amelson or Amason lol I couldn’t choose.

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But what does this have to do with you being so upset earlier?

Legionella (?)

Three and a half months after Convalescence…

“I don’t have legionnaire’s disease,” she complained as he tightened the tourniquet around her upper arm.

“I didn’t know you were a 100% fool proof blood test,” Owen coyly replied as he flicked his finger against the veins in her arm.

“I haven’t even bathed or washed my hands in the hospital for the last two days,” she groaned, “I haven’t even been here for the last two days.”

“Then how would you explain your recent coughing, nausea and vomiting?” he further pursued, “Those are about three of the symptoms for legionella.”

Gasping and pretending to be shocked, Amelia replied in a sarcastic tone, “Oh my god, you’re right. But…what if it’s just the common cold? Or what if I’m pregnant? Or what if I have a rare tropical disease? How will we ever know?”

“Firstly, you having the common cold the same time there’s a legionella outbreak is way too convenient,” he began, destroying her hypotheses one by one, “Secondly, we haven’t even been trying for a baby, so it’s unlikely that you’re pregnant. And thirdly, you need to have recently gone to a tropical country to get a tropical disease.” Owen rolled his eyes and smiled as he wiped her arm with alcohol. “If everybody else has to take the test, so do you. Those are the rules; no exceptions.”

“You clearly missed the sarcasm in my-ow!” she whined as he pulled her blood, “You are terrible at taking blood.”

“I didn’t miss your sarcasm, I ignored it,” he said, pulling the needle out and replacing it with some cotton, “But I’d definitely welcome the idea that you’re carrying another me inside you.”

“If it’s anything like Rosie, I don’t want it,” she said, replacing his fingers in keeping pressure on the cotton on her arm. Amelia loved her daughter unconditionally, but the girl knew how to get under her skin.

Owen shook his head and chuckled, dispelling her blood in a purple top vial. “I’ll get your results rushed but you should go rest somewhere in the meantime. I’ll page you if you’re dying of a rare disease.”

“How reassuring,” she mused as he stood up and left.

As he made his way to the medical laboratory, Owen’s mind ran rampant with thoughts and doubts about Amelia’s diagnosis. Although they had visited Barbados, her symptoms would’ve shown sooner if it was a tropical disease and not 2 months later. And they hadn’t been actively trying for a baby for over a month now. Legionella was the most obvious diagnosis, as unfortunate as it was.

“Dr. Hunt,” the lab tech greeted Owen, “Legionella test too?”

“Uh, yeah,” Owen said, looking at the vial in his hand.

“It’s legionella, it can’t be anything else,” he tried to convince himself.

“Dr. Hunt?” the tech called, trying to pull him out of his thoughts, “I need you to give me the blood to take the test.”

“Her nausea, headaches and coughing all point towards it,” he thought.

He handed the lab tech the vial. “Do a blood beta-hCG test instead.”

The man furrowed his eyebrows. “Uh, are you sure?”

Owen hesitated for a moment. He was lying to Amelia and wasting her blood on a non-urgent test. Worse yet, if it was negative, he’d have to lie and get more blood from her and test for the disease she’d more likely have. She’d skin him alive if she found out what he was about to…

“I’m sure,” he nodded, taking a deep, staggering breath, “Run the test.”

“Very well then, doctor.”

After spending half an hour looking around the hospital for Amelia, and eventually having a nurse tell him she arrogantly went home, Owen came home that night with his heart racing.

“Amelia?” he called with an edge in his voice as he opened the door.

“In the kitchen,” she said, fishing in the fridge for something to eat.

“Why did you go home?” he chastised as he made his way into the kitchen, “You could’ve spread your possible legionella to the kids.”

“So then I don’t have legionella?” she sought to confirm, spraying canned cheese on an apple slice as he approached her.

“Ew, don’t eat that,” he quickly said, taking the apple slice away from her before she could get a bite.

“There better be a good reason why you took that away from me,” Amelia grumbled, folding her arms across her chest.

Owen set the snack down and looked at her with a big, cheesy grin.

“What, Owen?” she huffed, becoming increasingly confused and annoyed by his behaviour, “Just spit it out. Do I have legionella or not?”

“I didn’t get the legionella test,” he said, barely giving her enough information to understand what kind of conversation they were having.

“What?” she exclaimed, “Well then what did you do with my blood?”

“I got a blood beta-hCG test,” he announced giddily, holding the paper up in the air.

“So instead of finding out if I have a contagious and potentially fatal disease…” she clarified.

“Amelia, look at the paper.”

“…you used my blood to get a non-emergent pregnancy test…”

“Look at the paper,” he tried again.

“…and now we’ll have to go back to the hospital so I can get another-“

“Amelia!” he said a little louder, stopping her rant mid-sentence. He held the paper closer to her eyes. “Look at the paper.”

Sighing, she gave him a death glare before she took the paper from him and read the results. 6,190 mIU/ml popped out at her; she didn’t even read the base values or the rest of results. All she saw was those numbers.

With now widened eyes, Amelia looked back at Owen. “Is this…?”

He nodded.

Pointing to herself, she asked, “Am I…?”

He nodded again, his eyes glistened. “You are.”

She grinned, her eyes watering as she looked at the paper again. “This better not be a joke, Owen.”

“No joke,” he confirmed, his heart warmed at the sight of her shock and happiness; rewarding was an understatement. “I definitely knocked you up this time.”

“We’re having a baby,” she said aloud, to make it true.

“We’re having a baby,” he sang softly, picking her up and spinning her around, causing her to squeal.

“We’re having a baby,” she sang with him, giggling.

“Why are you guys singing and jumping and crying?” Ryan asked as he entered the kitchen and rubbed his eyes, finding Owen and Amelia jumping up and down in a circle. Rosie stood behind him in pyjamas like him, just as curious at her parents’ sudden outburst of singing and screaming. The two adults froze and stared at them, their cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Um,” Owen tried, wiping his eyes and clearing his throat, “Well…”

“I’m pregnant,” Amelia blurted out to the five year old.

Ryan looked between the two suspiciously. “Like, actually pregnant?”

Amelia nodded.

“Finally,” the little boy sighed, rolling his eyes. Amelia and Owen laughed at his response. “A boy would be nice. A girl too, I guess, once she’s not like her.” He subtly tried pointing at Rosie, and Amelia chuckled.

“No promises,” she told him.

“Yay!” Rosie squealed, unsure of what pregnant meant. All she knew was that it had to be something good, because everyone looked happy.

“I’m going back to sleep,” Ryan announced, already bored with their behaviour, “A little less singing, please.” He took Rosie’s hand and led her back upstairs to her bedroom.

Once the two children left the room, Amelia snaked her hands around Owen’s neck and kissed him. As she undid the buttons on his shirt one by one, she whispered, “Celebration time.”

“Right here?” he sought to confirm, shrugging his dress shirt off, “What about…”

“They’re upstairs and sleepy,” she dismissed, letting him pull her black jersey over her head, “They won’t hear us once you don’t moan.”

“You say that like it’s easy,” he said, lifting her onto the kitchen island before tugging her pants off of her.

“Where’s the fun in playing safe?” she taunted him, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him close. Her fingers laced in his hair and tugged on it as she waited for his response.

“I like the sound of that,” he hummed, unbuttoning his pants.

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Wednesday and Amelia are spending their weekend house sitting/baby sitting Amelia’s youngest sister Temperance, who is most likely going to be their little flower girl.🌼

What Lies Underneath

Robert Sugden was a man used to getting what he wanted.

It was something he took pride in. He worked hard to get the jobs and clients he wanted, so he could get the car and the clothes he wanted. He dressed well not just to look good, but to get the one night stands he wanted. Even in his divorce, he had fought with all his might to get joint custody of their son, playing nice with the lawyers and giving his ex-wife the house. He also happened to get his porsche, of course. He knew what he wanted, and he went after it.

19.1 k words, Explicit, Fluff and Angst, Parent/Teacher AU

Written for Robron Week 2017

Thank you to @smittenwithsugden for supporting me and discussing plot point with me, and @sapphicsugden for convincing me this was worth uploading.

  • Eisuke: Did you arrange for a captain?
  • Kenzaki: Yes, I found someone with great credentials, they'll meet you on board
  • Eisuke: Great
  • [On the boatel]
  • Amelia: *in a captain's outfit* Hello
  • Eisuke: ... which credentials did Kenzaki mean exactly?
  • Amelia: I've been on several yachts and read at least half a book on the parts of a ship
  • Eisuke:
  • Amelia: Anyway we've already left port so let's go plunder some yachts!
  • Eisuke: This isn't a pirate ship
  • Amelia: As captain I say it is
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“Hey, princess,” Mason taunts, trying to tick her off. “Don’t call me princess..what do you want now?” She asks.

“Oh nothing,” he says smirking. “Tell me,” Amelia demands.

“Just observing a walking, talking rip off,” he tells her being snarky. She growls, “You are so unbearable..why am I even wasting time with you?”

“’Cause I’m attractive?” Mason asks confidently. Amelia snickers, “In your dreams, rebel.”

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Dear Amelia,

After hours of filling out all those applications and doing all those recordings, I finally started to letters back about getting in a conservatory! I’m sure you’ll be more excited than I am, but looks like the Milan Conservatory doesn’t mind having this little lady as an incoming student! It’s going to be a mission trying to learn Italian in just a couple months. But I really want to see you and your family before I have to say good-bye. And honestly, I need to thank Wednesday, that little we would played together really lit a fire in me and I’d be going to some lame state university surround my frat boys and communication majors if not for her. I visited that old piano in the gazebo, still plays a beautifully as I remember. Oh! And don’t tell her about the conservatory, I want it to be a surprise! 

See you soon, Love Temperance

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amelia shepherd + violet turner
     ↳ private practice 6x03 – good grief

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So, Amelia needed a foster mom so she wouldn’t be alone in the search of beans/seeds/whatever magic thing makes plant sims. Anyway, I made her a mom and I didn’t share the TS2 remake I did yesterday in CAS, so here they both are: Kitty Benson and Thalia (Tally) Grape.

In the gallery under jane_eyre

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Amelia was getting tired of the stupid insults and his attitude, “What the hell is wrong with you?! Why do you insist on arguing and fighting with me?!”

“None of you freaking business!” He shouts.

“It is! Tell me what I did so wrong to make you hate me so much!” She shouts back.

“I don’t hate you! If anything I’m disappointed people like you exist!” He blurts out.

“And people like you piss me off! You’re just fighting to get a reaction!”

“I’m not! Trying to get it across that you aren’t being who you are!”

“Yelling and fighting doesn’t help! And how do you know this isn’t me?!”

He goes quiet staring at her, “I-I don’t!” Amelia noticed his stutter, “What’s with the stutter? You’ve never- MASON?!”

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Happy 21st Birthday my little mamacita,

I’ve been save one too many times by your hand and I’m forever in debt to you. Who would of ever thought, with your small frame and curly hair, the little lady who was undoubtedly the most genuine person I’ve had the pleasure of meeting, would be nothing less than my savior. What a weight to carry, but you stand so tall. 

Your beloved Wednesday Nessy
PS I am going to get you unbelievably drunk tonight. ;)

April 10th is my sweet bb’s birthday but I will do her actual/full birthday posts this weekend.

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I got tagged for the Edge of 17 by @pillowcreek !  Today has been rough, so this was an exciting bit of news on my email today.

This is my darling Amelia at age 17, all braces and dark clothes.  Ame is a quiet girl, not because she is shy, but because she is too caught up in her own head; she is a great friend to those who take the time to get to know her.  School is her life right now, which works since she is a braniac and a perfectionist.  Her favorite subjects are biology and language arts.  She wants a big family some day, but she thinks she’ll be a career woman for a while, first.

Thanks for the tag!  I tag @notquiteaberrysim , @paragon-polygon , @annegirl13 , & @lyshasims .  Anyone else who is interested, too.