i miss the kitchen a lot

dumb things I want for TS4
  1. the ability to name cowplants
  2. the ability to bulldoze lots from map view
  3. child support
  4. inheritance
  5. laundry
  6. the ability to change the opacity on makeup
  7. FRIDGES THAT ACTUALLY FIT NICELY UNDER CABINETS
  8. better, more plain, swatches on base game beds
  9. real garage doors
  10. cars (they don’t even have to work, I just need the aesthetic for houses)
  11. graveyards
  12. sims 3 traits (the really dumb ones): coward, brooding, diva, technophobe, hates the outdoors, neurotic, etc.
  13. really just more traits (I miss the more personality based ones)
  14. a nice, simple, bathroom sink to put in counters (they’re all for kitchens)
  15. more planter boxes for gardens
  16. green wall colors that aren’t ugly
  17. better kitchen cabinet sets (don’t even get me started on this)
  18. the ability to paint portraits
  19. actual group photos
  20. swing sets for my kiddos (and adults too)
  21. really just more playground equipment
  22. more of these new semi-interactive City Living type careers
  23. graduation ceremony for teens when they age up (a rabbit hole even)
compassion. | 1

Originally posted by jeonsshi

2 | 3

not requested.

“Your ass looks great.” “Will you fuck off for a second?”

“You’ve really fucked me over this time.”

“Please let me in.”

genre: fuckboi!jungkook, roommate!jungkook, possibly smut in the future? angstish for now tbh

How you ended up with the world’s biggest fuckboy as your roommate, you don’t know; actually you did but still why you stayed you don’t know. This was seriously one of the world’s wonders; there were no common interests or reasons we had to get along but somehow we both ended up in this place together. You had been placed in the same apartment thanks to your friend Jimin who was moving to his own place and he said he’d look for a roommate for you, you didn’t expect that guy to move the worst person he could possibly choose into your home.

“I’m sorry, okay? He needed a place to stay after getting kicked out of Youngjae’s place.”, Jimin sympathetically told you whilst you tried to enjoy a meal. “If they kicked out, what makes you think I want him?” “Come on, he’s like a younger brother to me, he’s your age. Give him a chance?” “He’s literally the worst, since the day I met him I’ve wanted to murder him.” “Jeez, you need to stop hanging out with Yoongi.” “Besides the point, Jimin.” “I’m sorry, just give him a chance, if you can’t stand him, just leave, come to me, I don’t care, but give it a go. I kinda do wanna live on my own now?” “Am I the problem?”, you asked unamused by his hectic argument. “No, no, it’s not you, it’s just easier to get to work and school from my new place. You’re always welcome over if you need to stay or something, don’t worry.” “Fine, this is all for you Park Jimin.”

The things you do for this guy; you had a soft spot for Jimin, he was like an older brother to you. The one you never had, he really needed a roommate and soon you became friends, that was after realising you guys had mutual friends. Well, now you were living with Jungkook for Jimin’s sake.


It wasn’t too bad at first, neither of you spoke to each other and when he did attempt to make conversation you would simply tell him: “Did we agree on talking at this time or am i hearing things?”, causing him to sigh and give up on trying to gain your friendship. Other times you were forced to speak to him, like when he was in front of the fridge, the stove, the microwave or the door. “Move out the way dickead.”, you told him after he was blocking the entrance to the bathroom. “That’s not how you pronounce Jungkook!”, he pouted as he dried his hair with a towel. “Was I trying to pronounce your name? I don’t think so and you’re still in the way!” “My apologies, my lady.” He would always attempt to joke around with you and be friendly, but you assumed he was doing so to be civil not to be friends with you after he dropped you and Isla back in high school, even if you weren’t friends with Isla anymore, it still sucked.

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can i just have annabeth canonically basically living at percy’s place

like a moment where percy comes home from swim practice to find annabeth sprawled out on his couch and his mom in the kitchen making cookies for her. and he’s all like, “move over,” and she’s like “no, i was here first.” and percy goes “you don’t even livE HERE” and sally starts laughing from the kitchen and annabeth smiles and says, “you missed a lot when hera kidnapped you.”

Cake Batter

*NSFW* I won’t be able to think about frosting the same again. Enjoy! xxh ;)

It was a quiet and lazy morning in Harry’s apartment. The two of you had slowly gotten up and around for the day, taking your time and enjoying the rare occasion. You’d gone off to the kitchen a while ago, and Harry was still lounging on the couch, dozing off again. He was brought back to reality by your voice, calling out.

“Harry, can you come here?”

He pushed himself off of the couch and rubbed his eyes, then came around the corner to find you kneeling on the counter in front of an open cupboard. Your hands were on your hips, looking very intently for something.

“What is it, love?” he asked, leaning up against the doorframe, a bit confused.

“Do you have any vanilla? I need it for a recipe,” you explained, turning to look at him, “We’re going to your Mum’s and I told her I’d bring desert.”

He thought for a moment, confused expression painted on his face, and then his eyes grew wide as he remembered.

“I’ll grab it,” he said, “I always keep it tucked away over here because I hardly ever bake anymore. Catch?”

You cupped your hands out in front of you and (thankfully) caught the small glass bottle once it left his hands, “It’s still good, right? Not an ancient bottle of vanilla from your baking days?”

He smirked, “Jus’ bought it a few months ago before the holiday, should be jus’ fine.”

You twisted the tiny cap off and took a breath in, “Smells okay to me,” you laughed, “the last thing I need is to poison your family with a cake because of bad vanilla, I’m finally starting to get on Gemma’s good side.”

“They’ll love it regardless, and you know they love you too,” he assured you, coming up behind you and grabbing your waist. He spoke into your hair, “Don’t see why anyone wouldn’t love you, you’re perfect.”

You were glad to be facing the wall, because your cheek grew red embarrassingly quick, “Harry, you know that’s the farthest thing from the truth,”

“Yeh can argue all you want, petal, but we both know I’m right,” he teased, “What are you making anyway?”

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This Is War [11]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: Angst. Maybe some language. Mentions of alcohol

A/N: Haha.. Insert sweating emoji face here..

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TV Show Idea

It’s your usual Cutthroat Kitchen tournament-style episodic cook-off…with a catch: the contestants - pretentious, self-important chefs from around the country - are judged not by top-of-the-line famous cooks, but by normal people. 

And not just normal people, but normal people with everyday limitations that the chefs must adhere to. Each episode is a new competition that challenges the chefs with a new limitation or change based on various people’s food realities. 

Here are some possible episodes: 

  • Create a dessert (pastry/cake in one episode, ice cream-type dessert in another) for Diabetic people 
  • Make a traditionally spicy dish for people with Sensory Processing Disorder 
  • Cook for a kids’ birthday party, bearing in mind that children have very simple tastes and will be put off by “gourmet” ingredients 
  • Again with SPD, make a meal that normally has too many mixed textures for the judges to comfortably eat 
  • Catering for elderly judges who both cannot chew/crunch very well (and are sick of soup/oatmeal) 
  • Catering for elderly judges with a combo of “can’t taste unless the flavors are very strong” and “aging body can’t handle too many spices” 
  • “We surveyed 100 low-income families to see what their most common ingredients/spices/brands are and you may ONLY use those. Now make Thanksgiving dinner.” 
  • Traditionally cheese- or milk-heavy recipes for people who are lactose intolerant 
  • “We surveyed 100 college students and– look, just make really good ramen out of these $0.99 noodles from CVS and some cheap spices.” 
  • Various religious restrictions 

Each of these will be judged by people who are really in the given situation. The low-income competition is judged by people who have those budget limitations every Thanksgiving. Their judges for the SPD episode are all Autistic (or have other SPD-inclusive disorders). The kids probably aren’t actually having a birthday party but they ARE all actually young children giving their honest opinion of what the contestants cook. 

Most chefs, when faced with making, say, a non-spicy hollandaise sauce will panic and say “the dish is ruined!” because all they did was make the sauce minus cayenne. Those chefs would soon be eliminated, leaving only adaptable, accepting contestants who know how to work inside the box to improve a given dish. Add, not just take away. Chefs who are ready to take classic meals in a new direction are the ones who win. 

The ultimate moral of this show is that given dishes can be made many ways, not just the traditional ways. 

Audiences in the mentioned demographics will both love seeing themselves represented on TV and learn new recipes invented under pressure/on the fly that they can copy at home. 

Feel free to add episode ideas to this!! I’m sure I missed a lot of people. 

BTS as quotes from my co-workers pt. 2
  • Seokjin: "I got two hours of sleep because I was worried sick, sitting up waiting for my son to come home."
  • Yoongi: "I say a lot of bad things to you guys, but I don't think I can top 'kill yourself'."
  • Hoseok: "I am not satisfied, but I'm still smiling."
  • Namjoon: "I've fallen in this kitchen four times and I do not plan on falling again." *hobbles out of the room*
  • Jimin: "Oh, you missed me. It's been a month I can tell. I just know it, you definitely missed me."
  • Taehyung: "You know that Michael Jackson song, Smooth Criminal? That's me. Check my pockets." *reveals 50 butter patties*
  • Jungkook: "They say you can't leave until a quarter after five, but when you're this good who cares."
Mine (part 2 of Hers)

This is part 2 to this imagine. Hope you enjoy it!

You know one of the worst things about being in love with your best friend? You can’t just get away from them. It’s like even if you’re sure that ignoring them will be helpful, they just won’t take it.

Since that night, a month ago, I’ve been doing everything in my power to get away from Harry. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want him out of my life forever, but just for a little while so I can try and get over him. Because now he’s engaged, and trust me, the world doesn’t let me forget this.

Although I’ve been busy with work – or at least that’s what I tell Harry to avoid him – the world seems to get against me all the time. Fans bombarding my twitter with questions about his engagement and how I feel about it, Harry and Lexa on the cover of every magazine, Louis texting me every day asking me how I am doing, Anne complaining I haven’t been to their family reunion on weekends… It’s tough to ignore this whole thing when it seems it’s out to get me.

Harry knows something is wrong. I don’t think he realizes how hurt I am by his decision to get married to Lexa, but he definitely knows something is wrong. He keeps texting me, saying he misses me and that he wants me to be part of his wedding. So far, I’m not even sure if I’ll go to the damn thing.

Will you be free this weekend? Mom said she’ll be giving a small get together and that she misses you. H

Not sure. Working and all that.

Why are you so distant?

I’ve already told you, I’m working. Big project.

I’ll be honest and say I miss him. Probably more than I should. I miss his hugs, I miss his voice, his smile, his mesmerizing green eyes, his way of making me smile by only looking at me. I miss him. But I also feel angry. Harry is probably the smartest person I know and yet he doesn’t realize the mistake he’s making. Lexa doesn’t get him like I do, she probably doesn’t care for him as much as I do and definitely doesn’t love him like I do. I guess I am just angry at myself, at the end of the day. I could have had him. It took me too long to tell him my feelings and he moved on. No, to someone to move on from someone there has to be feelings involved and I’m pretty sure he never had those feelings for me.

It hurts, most of all. It’s hard to ignore the aching feeling in my heart, especially when I don’t know how to get rid of it. I’ve been on dates the past weeks, dates that went nowhere. That ended with me in my couch, a bottle of wine, old photos of Harry and me and many tears. Tears because I miss those times when we’re inseparable, when it was us against the world. I miss those times when I knew I could tell him everything. I miss his comfort after heartbreak. But how can I go to him when the reason I am so devastated is him? Is the fact that he loves someone else, that he is about to vow infinity love for someone is not me. Is the fact that even though he knows me so well, he can’t see how this is breaking me. He is about to be forever hers and all I wish was for him to give me a chance to make him mine. He can’t fix me when he’s the one who broke me.  

I knew I shouldn’t, it would only make things worse. So I don’t how I ended up sitting in my car, on Anne’s driveway. I should turn around and go back to my house, but a part of me didn’t want to. I miss everyone, they’re like family to me. And, most of all, I miss him. I know very well that for my own sake I should turn around and run, so why am I walking towards the door?

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you, my darling! I missed you! How are you doing?” Anne hugged me tight and I couldn’t help the smile that this hug brought to my face. I miss her more than anything.  

“I’m ok. Working a lot.” I let go of her and we headed to her living room. Everyone was there: Gemma, the boys, Lou, Lux and, of course, Harry and Lexa. He looks amazing and my breath was caught in my through as soon as he headed my way.

“Where have you been hiding?!” He hugged me and I let him hold me to his chest. Gosh, how I missed this. Missed him so close to me. I almost forgot everyone else, but the hug was shortly broken by Gemma.

“Sis, it’s so good to see you. How’s work? How’s life?” She hugged me.

After saying hello to everyone, Gemma, Louis and I went to the kitchen to grab some more wine to the others.

“How you doing?” Louis asked me once we were out of reach.

“I drink a lot, I cry a lot and I work a lot.” I was honest with them. Gemma looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I knew she wanted nothing more than to me and her brother to get together and be happy.

“He misses you.” Louis told me. “He doesn’t know why you’re pulling away and it’s breaking him that you’re so distant.”

I felt a knot in my through and I knew if I keep talking about it, I’ll lose it. I’ll crumble in a ball of hysterical cries and that would cause a lot of trouble. I took the wine bottle and went back to the kitchen, to see Lexa showing Anne pictures of wedding dresses she has been trying on. Anne looked like she couldn’t care less for what her future to be daughter-in-law was saying, but the scene itself was enough to halt me in place.

It was real. He really was getting married. She was already looking at dresses. I think a part of me always thought he was going to change his mind, or maybe this whole thing was some kind of sick joke.

“Oh, Y/N, Lexa wants you to help with her dress too.” Harry smiled at me, oblivious to the hurt his words caused.

“Hm, maybe some other time.” My voice didn’t sound like myself, it sounded robotic. “I need to go now. Got a call from the office.”

“Wait, what?” He asked confused. “You just got here. And today is Sunday, you can’t possibly work on a Sunday!”

“Well, it’s very possible and I need to get going.” I was out the door before I could even hear anything else.

I drove back home with tears rolling down my face and a broken heart. I lost him forever.

If I had stayed that night, I would’ve known about the fight that took place right after I left. I would’ve known how pissed off Harry was with my behavior and I would know what unfolded after Gemma decided to just through every truth at him.

If I had stayed, I wouldn’t be face to face with a very angry Harry, standing in the middle of my living room.

“YOU LOVE ME?” He asked looking at me from across the room.

“Of course I love you, you’re my best friend and…” I tried to get out of the situation, but I could see I wasn’t convincing him.

“Oh please, Gemma told me everything. How you’ve been in love with me for 3 years and not said a damn word about it. How you’ve ran away from my party not because you’re not feeling well as you told me, but because I got engaged. How you’ve been ignoring me on purpose to get rid of your feelings for me. Why did I have to hear this from my sister, Y/n? Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was near a whisper at the end of his rant and he looked devastated.

“I-I-I…” I took a deep breath and turned away from him. “I was afraid of losing you for good. When I first realized my feelings, I didn’t know how to deal with it. How was I supposed to tell you? I’ve known you my whole life, Harry! But the boys kept on telling me to talk to you. Do you remember that day 3 years ago?” I turned around to meet with his green eyes watching my every move. “When you told me you met Lexa?”

“Of course. It was the day you told me you were coming home and…” He stopped. I could see the wheels turning in his head; I knew he understood what I wanted to say.

“I was going to confess my feelings for you that day. But you were so happy about her… I couldn’t ruin this for you. So I decided it was time for me to come home, for me to move on from you.”

“But you never did.” He whispered.

“No. It’s harder to get over you than it looks like.” I sat on my couch, feeling completely defeated with this whole conversation. “Why are you so pissed off, Haz? Yes, I do love you and I am trying to get over you. Eventually it will happen. I’m not gonna lie and say that right now I’m happy with your wedding, because God knows I don’t think she’s right for you. But if you’re happy, than so am I. I just need time to get over my feelings for you, that’s all.”

“Why am I so pissed off?!” Harry suddenly was angry again. “You didn’t tell me anything. You completely shut me out, I was left in the dark for too long. For Christ sake, I am your best friend, you should tell me this things! So now, not only did I lose my future wife, I’m afraid I’ll lose my best friend.”

“Wait, what?” I looked up at his hooded eyes, feeling my heart pick up the rate. What does he mean with lost his future wife?

As if reading my thoughts, he took the wedding ring he gave Lexa from his pocket and showed to me. The beautiful diamond was shining in the dim lights and I could barely believe my own eyes.

“Harry, what did you do? Why are you with her bloody ring?”

“Because if you had told me you loved me, I would never have stayed with Lexa in the first place!” He sat beside me and took my hand in his. “I always loved you, Y/N. Gosh, always have and always will! I spent so many years loving you, and when I realized you would never love me back, I decided to move on, y’know? Lexa was a great girl, but she wasn’t you. I cared for her, and since I believed I would never love someone as much as I love you, I thought she could be the next best thing, I guess. Gosh, Y/N, I love you so so so much it hurts.”

At first, I thought I was dreaming. Harry was confessing his feelings for me and it has to be a dream. But when his hands found my neck and his lips found my lips, I knew this was actually happening. And it was better than every dream I ever had in my entire life.

“Now, I need to hear your answer even though I know what’s gonna be. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He smiled at me and in that moment I knew everything was finally fitting into places.

“We went through all of this for you STILL have to ask me that?” I rolled my eyes and straddled his lap. “Of course, you idiot.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see the others reaction.” He laughed and kissed me again. “But first, let me show you exactly how much I love you.”

And just like that, he carried me to my room, for the first of many nights together.

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I hope you’ve liked this. Please, leave me your thoughts about this oneshot, talk to me pleeease. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!

All the love, B.

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Jerome x Reader


“You should try talking to (Y/N), he was obsessed with her, you might get more answers.” One of the dancers pointed you out for Jim who hurried over and stuck his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m Jim Gordon, you’re friends with Jerome?” He asked and shoved his hand in his pocket when you glowered at it.

“No, he’s a nut job, why would I be friends with him?” You sighed, glancing at Lee when she hurried over.

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Neighbours (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: I love your writing! You’re so talented. Also can I request a Spider-Man where when they where young and peter had a crush on the reader, but they moved away, now they are back and like cute fluffy stuff? Please and thank you // by @littlesistersalvatore

A/N: I’m going to do a part 2(might even turn this into a series, I don’t really know, but I think this can be a nice start to something), so that’s why the ending is so open. Hope you enjoy nonetheless! I’m imagining Peter being 20-21, more or less, by the way!!


When Peter had been told by his aunt to introduce himself to the new neighbours, he had expected them to be an elderly couple. They had just moved into the house in front of his and his aunt had baked cookies for them, although she couldn’t introduce herself to them because she had to work and as she always said, ‘’cookies are supposed to be eaten when they have just been baked.’’
He didn’t know why he had expected them to be old -probably because everyone in his building was older than forty and the only person who was younger than that was a seven year old who hated him.
Now Peter was standing in front of the door, a plate full of cookies in one of his hands and ready to knock with the other. He knocked softly, not really eager to meet the people whom he would have to see everyday from thereon. Peter imagined the many scenarios that could happen -they could be rude and tell him to leave, they could be mad that Peter was bothering them, or they could simply not open the door to a stranger.
Just as Peter was about to leave, he heard footsteps walking around the apartment and tripping over things.
‘’I’m coming!’’ a voice yelled.
Peter was surprised -the person sounded like a girl, probably his age. He started growing more nervous by that fact -if he was already a mess with old people, he was even more of a mess with girls his age.
He didn’t know what to do -should he quickly turn around and leave the cookies at the doorstep, or should he man up and introduce himself properly?
He didn’t have time to decide(although he would most likely have chosen the first option, and he knew that). The door finally opened and it revealed a young girl, her hair up in a pony tail and an old oversized t-shirt covering most of her body.
‘’Peter?’’ the girl asked, her eyes wide open. ‘’Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s you!’’
Peter didn’t understand at first -why did that girl know him and why did she look so familiar. It was then when he realized -she was the girl he had been madly in love with for most of his life and who had moved away the day after he had finally built up the courage to kiss her.
‘’[Y/N]?’’ he softly asked.
The girl nodded and smiled, taking the cookies and putting them on an unpacked box, taking Peter’s hand as well and pulling him into the apartment.
‘’It’s been so long!’’ she exclaimed. ‘’Four years, right? Oh my God, this is so exciting. What are you doing with your life?’’
Peter didn’t know what to do. All the feelings he had took so long to bury four years ago had awoken and his heart was jumping in his chest.
‘’Uh, nothing exciting, I guess’’ he said.
‘’I can’t believe it’s you’’ she continued. ‘’I’ve missed you so much.’’
He laughed softly and looked at her, trying to decide his next move. She realized and walked to the kitchen, looking back at Peter for a moment.
‘’Do you want something to drink?’’ she asked him. ‘’I think we have lots to talk about.’’

Man Out of Thyme

Originally posted by seabasschino

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You snapped at Bucky and he misunderstood. 

A/N: Inspired by real-life events that happened to my parents on my dad’s birthday. Also, this is a result of me being put under pressure, I completely ignore what I’m supposed  to do and did this instead. 

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Prompt: “That’s irrational.”

When you first heard the album, sitting with Harry in your backyard, Carolina was one of your favorites. It was catchy and it had good lyrics. It didn’t cross your mind that the song was written about someone else. But when Harry went on Nicks radio show and told the story of the song and who it was about, a wave of anger couldn’t help but overcome you. Each and every time you had the album on shuffle, you skipped it faster than you could blink. When it came on the radio you turned it down. If Harry started singing it, you left the room. You came to hate the song. Hearing your love of 3 years sing about how another girl “feels so good” and is “all i think about” didn’t exactly put you in a position to fawn all over the song. This is what you were trying to explain to Harry when he confronted you about your obvious dislike for the song. 

“I know you don’t like Carolina. Why? You liked it when you first heard it, didn’t you? It was one of your favorites actually. What changed?” He asked you, when he stepped out of the shower, sitting next to you on the bed. 

“Nothing changed. I like the song, its good.” you said coldly. 

“Then why do you go out of your way to not listen to it, and when you have to, you cringe down to the last second?” His voice was angry mixed with a bit of sadness. He wasn’t yelling…yet. You knew your opinion mattered a lot to Harry. And although you didn’t like the song, you figured he deserved the truth. 

“Fine Harry. You wanna know why I don’t like the damn song?” you said and he looked at you expectantly. 

“It’s blatantly about another girl. You’re one of the most private people I know. You wouldn’t go out of your way to put the girls name in the song, put it on the album and sing it on national TV if it didn’t mean a lot to you. So excuse me if I don’t want to listen to my boyfriend sing about how another girl is all he thinks about.” you said getting more and more angry with each word that you said. Harry looked at you and didn’t say anything, so you continued. 

“Harry that song makes me look like a fucking joke. And I know its your music and you have the right to write about anything you want to. But every time I look at you, I see you and her. Every time I hear that song, I think of you and her. And if she means that much to you, then why am I here?”

“Babe…you’re over reacting. Its just a song.” Harry said tears welling up in his eyes, and it was then that you realized that you were crying as well. “I can promise you that she doesn’t mean as much to me as you do. Tell me what I can do to fix this. A song isn’t worth loosing you. I swear, she meant something to me a while ago. And she’ll always mean something to me in the way of a friend. But you…I can’t live without you.”

Now you were full on sobbing, “Then why’d you write the song? Its not a sin for me to be upset about the song. And it’s not even the fact that you wrote the song, it’s the fact that you took the time to expose the girl and make it very clear that it was about her.”

“So you don’t want me to write about other girls and life experiences? That’s irrational. I’m always going to write songs about my life experiences. If you cant handle that, when we can end this.” he said angrily. He immediately regretted saying it when you got up and stormed out of the room. 


“I don’t know what to do Gem. She won’t talk to me, she won’t look at me, she won’t let me touch her. I don’t sleep in the same bed as her anymore, she sleeps in the guest house. Not even in the guest room, the guest house. I feel like I’m losing her, and that can’t happen.” he said on the verge of tears as he spoke to his sister on the phone. 

“How long has this been going on?” she asked him carefully. 

He let out a long sigh, “about 4 days.”

“Honestly, she probably shut down because she feels like you haven’t acknowledged the fact that she’s hurt. Weather you feel like you did something wrong or not, she needs to know that you know and care that she’s hurting. If you haven’t made an effort to apologize to her, she won’t know that. Especially if you aren’t talking. And Harry, you have to admit, if the roles were reversed, you’d be pretty angry, too. I think you both need to talk because it sounds like to me, this argument is a two way street.”


He made his way down the small pathway to the guest house where you’ve been staying for the greater part of a week. You didn’t want to see him, hear his voice, speak to him or anything else. You knew you were overreacting just a little bit, but in your mind, you still had the right to be upset. He rang the doorbell and you automatically knew who it was. It was the first time he had been over since you left the main house. 

“Love, baby, princess…let me in. Please?” and there was something in his voice that you couldn’t ignore, even if you wanted to. You made your way over to the door, and before you could even get it all the way open, Harry pushed himself inside and wrapped his arms around you. You tensed up at first, but then relaxed into this chest, realizing you missed him. You stood there, in the doorway hugging for a long time, the first connection you’ve had with him in days. 

“Let’s talk, yeah?” he asked you sweetly, kissing your nose. You nodded and lead him over to the kitchen table. You sat, not saying anything to each other before he said,

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. When I wrote that song, I wasn’t thinking. I met Townes-”

“Don’t say her name.”

“I met her a few years back. It was just before I met you. We had a few mutual friends and they set us up on a blind date. And I’m not going to lie, I had a lot of fun that night. But she was missing something, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Plus the tour was about to start, so even just after one date, I broke it off.” He explained and you listened intently. “We remained in touch after that and I occasionally still talk to her. But I swear, she’s just a friend. She doesn’t mean nearly as much to me as you do. And when I said she was all I think about, its just a lyric. I don’t mean that literally. I deeply apologize if I made you question my love for you. That was never my intension. Its just a bloody song love. And yes it means something to me. Each and every one of my songs means something to me. But you…I could never express in words what you mean to me. I wrote countless songs about you- so, so many. But none of them bring you justice. You’re just that precious to me.” he said with a dimpled grin and a squeeze of your hand. 

“I’m sorry too H. I overreacted. I shouldn’t have been so jealous. And your music is your music, and I don’t have the right to question your creativity. I’m sure she is a nice girl. She should be flattered. But can I ask you something. Obviously you don’t have to answer.”

“What do you want to know, my lovely?” 

“Is there a song about me on your album.”

He looked at you with a devilish smirk and a gleam in his eye,

“Oh love, don’t you know you’re my only angel?”

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Steve Rogers/Captain America - Scruffy

A few days ago Y/N stole Steve’s shaver from his travel pack since she couldn’t find hers and because he wasn’t supposed to on a mission for a while. She didn’t think it would be a problem. That is until Steve comes back from his mission with a little bit of scruff. The night takes a very interesting turn after dinner.

Requested by: @theoneandonlysaucymo

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers.Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Vision (Mentioned)

Warning/s: Smut, Dom!Steve, Captain kink, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks)

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boyfriend! kang daniel
  • cat cafe first date
  • daniel gets all melty when he sees you play with the cats
  • so adorable!!1!!1!1!1
  • the both of you end up getting so much cat fur on yourselves
  • removing it for each other with masking tape bought from a stationary shop because ain’t nobody got time for a lint roller
  • ending up in fits of laughter because the both of you were removing the fur at a park and exercising ahjummas just keep staring at you being weird kids???
  • satoori popping out when he’s flustered
  • like when you surprise him with pizza after his practice!
  • and the pizza gets stolen by all the wanna one boys xdddd
  • tries to get a piggy back ride from you and you almost die
  • you play with his hair all the time!!!!!!!
  • [you: i don’t think i can do this :( i’m so nervous.]
  • [daniel: what are you saying????? go rock that interview baby]
  • his message calms you down
  • you end up “rocking” the interview
  • [daniel: i knew you could do it]
  • you imitating his famous thigh sweeping action
  • him getting all shy and awkward
  • loves it when you show him aegyo
  • getting ice cream together on a hot day
  • “you: can i have some of yours pleaseeeeeee??” cues puppy eyes
  • “daniel: eat your own one” :pppp
  • daniel ends up closing his eyes because he cannot resist those damn puppy eyes
  • so you steal his ice cream successfully and take a bite lmao
  • tickles you till you return his ice cream but then it’s becomes all melted so y’all just ended up getting more wtf
  • putting his long limbs to good use so back hugs all day err dayyyy
  • sweet boyfie because he makes you hot chocolate and buys you heat packs when you are having cramps
  • pinches your cheeks because you look like an adorable bun to him
  • mORE CHEEK SQUEEZING
  • him sleep talking
  • it’s cute
  • jisung cringes at the both of you when you two feed each other popcorn during a movie in their dorm because too sweet!!!11!!! for him
  • you stick your tongue out at jisung
  • and daniel laughs
  • sitting on his lap
  • amateur cooks in the kitchen together
  • the both of you ended up burning a fried egg because you two were too caught up with trying to lick your own elbows
  • sometimes you miss him but can’t see him :(
  • he’s just so busy
  • he misses you a lot too
  • the both of you end up talking on the phone at every night
  • ends with endless of “i love you”s and “i can’t wait to hug you”s
  • says bye for 20 minutes before hanging up
  • cute couple with matching shoes!!!!!!
  • daniel is a sucker for things like that
  • “i got you this keychain from japan!!!!!!!! filled with my love”
  • he has the cutest smile on when he passes it to you
  • it’s an adorable cat keychain that is now hanging on your bag
  • “don’t feel lonely anymore heh”
  • a while later you find out he took pictures of you on your first date at the cat cafe
  • it’s his wallpaper
  • when you question him he get’s flustered
  • “you w-were too cute” :( rip your heart
  • you feeling all fuzzy inside after hearing that
  • actually… you always feel fuzzy inside when you are with daniel
  • and he feels the same way too 

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LV KITCHEN APPLIENCES COLLECTION 1

(700 FOLLOWERS GIFT)

Hi Guys I’m so happy to reach 700 follower! This set is a gift to you. Is part of a set of 3 collections and this is the first one (Kitchen Appliences)

Thank’s to all my followers! And I want to give a special thanks to my dear friend @daer0n that helped me so much with my learning moding skills. She Taught me a lot, including how to make this dish washer. Without her generosity I could not make it at all.

Also a hugeThanks to @sssvitlans, @yumiaplace, @millascreativecornerblog and @lazysunjade for their support here in the comunity. I really aprreciate you guys!

So Like always respect my Tou please, so I can continue creating a lot of stuff for your sims and be carefull with some mods, especially the dish washer that is high polycount so just use if your computer can  handle ok?

Thanks to the others cc creators for the cc’s that I use to build this kitchen

@sanoysims, @dreamteamsims, @pralinesims, @blackmojitos, @leo-sims, @yumiaplace and @daer0n. Sorry if I miss someone.

AND MORE THAN ANYTHING, HAVE FUN!!!


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Boho Classic Apartment : 20 Culpepper House

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3BR, 2 BA - CC FREE
Newly renovated, spacious yet cozy home is perfect for 3-4 sims. Outfitted with a boho inspired kitchen, perfect for the foodie sim, and a small, sleek office for the more studious family members. 

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This room is available on the gallery!
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Origin ID - TheSimkea

Walls have been removed in order to upload the apartment as a whole, those will simply need to be replaced. Make sure to turn on MOO before placing, otherwise some items may be lost.

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Requirements:
City Living, Get Together, Kids Room Stuff, Get To Work, Vintage Glamour, Vampires, Movie Hangout, Dine Out, Cool Kitchen, Spa Day, Luxury Party, Backyard Stuff, Outdoor Retreat.

Remember, you can always replace missing items with ones from packs you do own.


EDIT/UPDATE: I am a stupid, and did not play test this before uploading. The office furniture is not all functional, and some items need to be moved around. I think everything else should work fine.

Nine to Five (Part 10)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

A/N: How long has it been since I updated this? So damn long, but it’s taking a turn for Y/n and Stiles in a happy way!

Part 9 | Party 10 | Part 11


Being happy was something you always thought meant having money, a house that was worthy enough of MTV cribs and two dozen cars lining the driveway; but when you stare at the dazzling smile sitting across from you, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and amusement in your body. He was beyond nervous, you could tell just by the way his hands constantly played with the cutlery and how his eyes darted from the door to his plate to your face in a matter of seconds.

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Sleep

Draco let out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he stepped through the fireplace and into his own living room. He could feel the tension in his shoulders slowly melting as he went through the familiar and comforting routine of stepping out of his shoes and placing them neatly against the side of the mantelpiece. He straightened the pair of ratty trainers next to his with a small fond smile on his lips.

Straightening up he headed to the hallway that lead to their bedroom through the living room, taking in the comforting feel of Harry’s magic as it gently caressed any patch of bared skin it could feel.

Opening the bedroom door, Draco’s smile widened as he took in the sleeping figure on their bed. All he could see of his husband was the top of his hair sticking up over the top of the quilt and one foot that poked out of the bottom. He could hear the light snores that told him Harry had been asleep for a while.

The magic he felt was stronger now, he could feel in envelope him more now he was in the bedroom and he didn’t mind one bit. When he had first discovered that Harry’s magic seemed to have a mind of its own when Harry slept, it had been a bit unnerving. What if it attacked him? But now, after ten years of being together, it was comforting. He knew he didn’t have anything to be truly worried of. When Harry’s magic did this, it was just echoing the last feelings that Harry had had towards whatever it touched. That was probably why every muggle alarm clock Harry had ever brought in here was always found smouldering in the corner the next morning.

Draco disrobed and hung his outer robes back up in his side of the wardrobe and threw everything else in the white plastic standing washing basket on his way into the small bathroom off of the bedroom. He quietly closed the door behind himself and set his wand on the sink before casting a silencing charm and turning on the shower. 


The bathroom smelt like Harry’s shower wash and it made Draco smile even wider. No matter how many times he smelt or experienced it, it was always comforting on a very deep level knowing that his husband had been in here and done very normal things in the same space Draco had. He had felt safe and comfortable enough to do so. The apartment felt lived in and happy. Compared to his old one he had on his own. It was not empty and cold.

After taking as long as he could in the shower, he emerged from the bathroom in a puff of white steam with a large white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair hung limply on one side and dripped water into his eyes. He dried himself off as efficiently as possible, getting rid of the remnants of his day, leaving him clean and dry.

He summoned a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms from the top draw on the other side of the room and slipped them on, his back to the bed. Draco wondered what he should make for dinner, or whether Harry already had. There was no use in guessing whether Harry had by checking if he could smell anything. Harry hated the smell of lingering food and always spelled away any stubborn sent as soon as they were done eating.

Draco turned around back towards the bed and found two very intense green eyes staring back at him from the top of the quilt. He still felt his breath catch every time he caught those beautiful eyes looking his way.

“Did I wake you?” He asked softly.

Harry just shook his head and stretched. Draco followed the outline of his body through the quilt. He looked back up as he saw Harry reach an arm out.

“Come here” Came a very sleepy voice and Draco lifted an eyebrow. The hand made a grabby motion when Draco didn’t move and he couldn’t help the snort that left his lips.

“So demanding” He tutted but couldn’t help himself from walking towards the bed.

A small huff came from under the blanket as Harry fell back when Draco perched on the edge of the bed next to him. He lifted his hand and ran it through the unruly hair that fell into Harry’s eyes and fanned across the pillow underneath it.

Harry made a satisfied hum in the back of his throat and before Draco knew what was happening, a hand shot out from the quilt and pulled him forward by his arm. He ended up sprawled out, with Harry putting his head into the space between his neck and shoulder, nuzzling slightly. Draco let out a pleased sigh as he felt Harry’s stubble scratch across his skin. He really should pull away and let Harry sleep. He really didn’t mean to wake him up.

“You smell nice” Harry’s voice was thick with sleep and Draco tried his hardest to stop himself from wrapping himself around his husband.

“I showered” He murmured back, kissing the top of Harry’s head lightly.

“Mmm, I made dinner, it’s in the oven” Harry sat up a bit, his head resting on his elbow right in front of Draco’s. “I was going to wait up for you, I’m sorry” He looked apologetic and Draco just smiled even more.

“It’s okay” He took in the slight redness of Harry’s eyes and the small bags under his eyes “You can go back to sleep if you want”

Harry just smiled back at him “But I missed you” He reached a hand up and smoothed it through Draco’s hair making him tilt his head back slightly. “A lot” Those last words came out in a breathy whisper before Harry had moved forward and started kissing the length of Draco’s throat, purposefully rubbing his stubbled cheeks across the skin as he went.

“Harry” Draco warned in a slight moan, tilting his head back further. Harry needed his sleep, this is why he was just going to head straight to the kitchen. Harry was honestly insatiable and Draco needed to make him sleep if he needed it.

But Merlin, the way Harry’s lips felt ghosting across the sensitive skin under his ear and the sound of his soft breaths were making it hard to focus.

“Draco” Harry whispered back, nipping at Draco’s earlobe.

Draco closed his eyes and gripped the back of Harry’s head, moaning softly as Harry’s free hand slid across his side and pulled him closer. Harry was so warm, and he smelt so fucking good, Draco all but forgot about making him sleep.

It wasn’t until he was staring up at Harry, on his back that his senses came back to him. He wrapped his leg around Harry’s and flipped them.

Harry left out a breath and Draco pinned his hands next to his head, his hands around his wrists. He leaned down, ghosting his lips across Harry’s soft inviting ones and pushed his hips down, keeping Harry from bucking up.

“Go back to sleep Harry” He murmured.

Harry just stared up at him, a small pout on his lips but Draco wasn’t having it. He remembered the last time Harry had neglected sleep and he didn’t really want a repeat.

He pulled away and rolled off of the bed, tossing the covers back over Harry and purposefully tucking him in tightly ignoring Harry’s weak protests. That is how he knew Harry was exhausted. Normally he would have easily been able to push Draco off and manhandle his way out. Instead, he was just lying there with a pout on his face with his eyes half open.

“Sleep” He pointed at him, grabbed his wand and walked to the bedroom door. He waved his wand, sliding the curtains closed and took one last look at Harry. “I’ll see you in a bit love” He murmured and smiled at the way Harry’s mouth curved upwards at the name.

“Yeah” Was the sleepy reply he received. He pulled the bedroom door slowly and quietly shut behind him.

Fragments - Part 8

Word Count: 3488

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of being roofied? 

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“Y/N!” Donna beamed so bright her smile could light up the night sky.

You smiled and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I uh…I got your message and I thought since I was close I’d stop in…unless it’s a bad time…”

“Never a bad time for you, get in here!” She practically pulled you inside, yanking you into a bone-crushing hug. “Dean called and said you were alive, I didn’t believe him, but here you are.”

“Here I am.”

“So…wanna get blingo’d, eat a buncha junk food, and have a girl’s night?”

“God, yes.” You smiled. “I see why we’re friends.”

Donna opened her home to you and let you use her shower while she ordered all kinds of take out. She laughed it off when you told her you had no idea what foods you liked best and said she’d take good care of you. You trusted her in that regard.

You walked out of the bathroom, your hair thrown up in a messy ponytail, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Dean’s flannels you’d stolen. Donna gave you a knowing smirk as you sat down next to her on the couch, peering into one of the takeout bags. “That’s Dean’s. Smells just like ‘em.” She laughed. “You take it or did he give it to ya?”

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