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simsforks · 3 months

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Josephine and Raymond have moved to a big house by the beach. They live fairly close to the rest of the family so they still get to see each other quite a lot.

Josephine has even given birth to the couple's first child. A little baby boy named Matthew. He is already loved by everyone in the family.

#ts4 historical #1890 #ts4 decades challenge #the landgraab legacy #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #simblr #nellie landgraab #josephine landgraab #although i guess technically not a landgraab anymore

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cicadapupper · 7 months

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An idea that's been plaguing my thoughts for the past week or so, lfd2/subnautica crossover.

Right now I really only have thoughts about it concerning Nick and Ellis because I'm deranged. These two but they're members of the Aurora crew, and what if instead of Ryley on lifepod 5 it's these two absolute doofuses, alone on an alien planet, Nick is split on how he should feel. But yeah they get to exist in the crater for a little bit and they're both equally terrified of the life there until Ellis gets his grubby little hands on a scanner and a knife, then he's becoming everything's problem.

I have like, rantings and ramblings on so many details for this bullshit, but I'll save that for if anyone wants to hear it, because this post is getting wordy as it is.

#left 4 dead 2 #ellis l4d2 #nick l4d2 #l4d2 #I am in desperate need of someone to ask me about this idea #Please I'm like a bomb #lfd2 #nellis l4d2 #It's technically in the au as well i just didn't mention it here #i dont want to curse and assault the subnausis tumblrinas with this au so none of those tags

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debbiechanclub · 6 months

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So @aussiearrow told me that Torrance ends up with Robbie, after all, and oops I've just written almost 400 words for a little SJTL scene I had to get out of my head 😚

Nellie blinked when she saw Torrance standing in between Robbie and Fujita, the three of them in matching Ichiban Sweet Boys shirts. Shane and Zack were there, too, wearing the new bright orange TMDK shirts. Seeing them all together in their faction colors really drove home that Torrance was in TMDK now. It was weird.

“Okay, this is weird,” she said as she walked over to them. She pointed between Torrance and Zack. “You two in a faction together? Without me? Fucking weird.”

“Well, you’re not married yet, right?” Shane grinned, eying her left hand. “Maybe Zacky boy here could persuade you to switch your allegiance for old time’s sake.”

Zack scoffed at that. “Pack it in, mate.”

Nellie was equally unamused. “Anyway.”

“Where is your fiancé?” Robbie curiously asked. “I figured he’d have to work a few extra shows to pay off that massive rock he got you.”

Torrance lightly nudged him with her elbow, muttering about being nice. But Nellie smiled sweetly at him.

“He paid in full when he bought it, but thanks for your concern.”

“With daddy’s money, I bet,” Shane commented.

“I mean, that is what I call David, but it’s not really any of your business,” Nellie returned, not missing a beat. It made Robbie bark out a laugh.

“Okay, that was a good comeback.”

“Nell!”

A familiar Brummie accent called out to her, and they all looked to see Drilla and Clark walking toward them, their War Dogs-branded IWGP Junior Heavyweight Tag Team Championships in their hands.

“You ready?” Drilla asked as they arrived. He glanced toward Torrance, his brow hard. She looked away.

“Yeah,” Nellie answered, and Drilla and Clark kept walking, their gaze lingering on their opponents; Drilla’s lingering a bit longer and harder on Robbie. Nellie started to follow them—but Torrance stopped her with a question.

“You’re going out there with them?”

She was obviously surprised, and maybe even a bit hurt. Nellie was quick to explain.

“Yeah, but it’s because of him,” she said, pointing at Zack. She grinned. “See you boys out there,” and she hurried after her teammates.

Zack sighed. “Let’s make this a quick one, yeah?” he said to Robbie and Fujita.

Robbie nodded. “Two steps ahead of you.”

#tmdk fanfiction #zsj fanfiction #robbie eagles fanfiction #bullet club fanfiction #drilla moloney fanfiction #david finlay fanfiction #technically #sigh I need to write more nellie/zack #tmhwmp ficverse

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ghost-biird · 14 days

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Absolutely frothing at the mouth for Hades II early access lads

#hades #hades ii #if I don’t get into the technical test it had better be over QUICK #woah nellie

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tortoisesshells · 1 year

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Customs and Duties, Ch. 29/37: “Some Unhappy Derelict”

In which James Norrington and Nellie Treat discuss their pasts, common and uncommon maritime superstitions, and the stars - and in the course of this, begin to discover what precisely they do not hold in common, as the summer of 1739 progresses towards war,

or,

“You are doing it again,” said Nellie Treat, who was drumming the fingers of one hand against the table, and resting her head against the fist of the other.

James Norrington paused for a moment, considering what he had been doing. He had just taken her rook off the board – the second and last one of the match. The piece itself had been bait – there was an easier path for him to checkmate without pausing to take it; he had not fallen for it so much as been disinclined to end the game when that meant rejoining the body of the party, and, bloodlessly put, he preferred her company, anyway.

“What?”

“That – that look. Oh, not now – before. I’ve never known a man to smile so menacingly without baring his teeth.”

Saying this, she – grimaced, he supposed: a thin-lipped, mirthless expression that bore as much resemblance to a smile as a corpse did to a living body. She was mimicking him, he realized, belatedly.

Read the Rest on AO3!

(also HOLY FUCK we’re over 200,000 words now)

#jesus FUCK this chapter is (1) late & (2) technically bad #but i am done with this chapter in the service of defeating my perfectionism and finishing this sometime before heat death of the universe #also it is so weird that we're using first names now. i just want to register that. it's been weird. you do you Nellie and all.;#but he's always going to be Jimothy to me.#customs and duties #Fic #My fic

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rain-candy-u · 1 month

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the one time I really wanna play idv is the one time I can't because my mouse pad is still in the dryer

#I mean technically I could #but playing without it feels weird #nellie's silly posts

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cagesings · 2 years

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ever think about the fact that we have a name for lovett’s dead husband who’s mentioned maybe three times but we don’t have a canonical first name for her

#i do #all the time #everyone calls her nellie or eleanor but technically we don't know if that's canon #*❈ ‣ ❝ 𝒊'𝒎 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆 ❞ — ( ooc. )

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greatooglymooglyyy · 2 months

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heyy first of i really like your writing, and i would love if could u do one where the reader and matt are at a party and she’s trying to make matt jealous by dancing w someone and one thing leads to another and they get a room iyk ;))

Party Favor (Matt Sturniolo)

contains: smut, soft dom matt, toxicity, established friends with benefits, unprotected sex, sex in a strangers room, male receiving, 1.8k words

a/n: lol not my only smuts both being matty boy. 🤷🏽‍♀️ oh well. hope this is close to what you wanted anon. sorry it took a minute.

“Blue or black?” I ask, holding up the two options against my body as I speak. Matt glances up quickly and then looks back down at his phone.

“You’ll look good in either.” He mutters with a hint of disinterest. I huff in frustration and roll my eyes, deciding on the black dress and tossing the blue onto Matt’s floor.

He sighs, snatching it up and folding it as I change. I smile to myself at his clean freak behavior, enjoying how easy it is to irritate him. It’s almost my favorite thing to do to him. Almost.

“Are you ready to go now?” He asks for the third time. I nod and do a little spin for him. “How do I look?”

Matt runs his eyes up and down my body slowly for a second, his eyes darkening. “Gorgeous. But you know that.” Always playing so hard to get, this boy.

I walk to him and stand between his legs, leaning down to kiss his Adam's apple. He swallows hard and clears his throat. “Can we go now? Everybody’s waiting on us.” I groan as Matt stands up, grabbing my hand and tugging me out of the room.

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When we arrive at the party, the music is so loud the room feels like it has a pulse. I scrunch my nose up at the smell of alcohol and hot wings wafting through the room. Matt lets my hand go as he and Chris see one of their friends and I nod as he lets me know he’ll be back. I look over my shoulder for Nick and Madi but somehow I've lost them in the crowd.

Sighing, I head for the kitchen, praying they have something clear. There are bodies all around the island as some guy shotguns a beer and his boys chant. I roll my eyes, a little queasy from the pure testosterone in this room, and turn to leave when I feel a hand on my arm. I turn, prepared to raise hell, and pause when I see my old classmate’s face.

“Josh?” I say, squinting a bit to see if it’s really him. He flashes me a bright smile and reaches out for a hug.

“I thought that was you!” He says. “Caught me off guard there for a second. You look good.”

I smile and push his arm playfully. “Me? Check you out.” He laughs, a bit shy now. “You want a drink?”

He pours me one as we catch up and then make our way back into the heart of the party, sitting on the stairs.

“So…” He says, pausing to take a sip from his cup. “You single or are you here with someone?”

I hesitate for a second, not knowing how to answer that question, but then decide to go with the truth.

“Technically, yes, I’m single. But I am here with someone.” I spot Matt on a sofa across the room and gesture at him. “Him. But we’re just friends.” I say, throwing up air quotations.

Josh nods and bites his lip in thought. “So he’s an idiot then. Got it.” I shrug, taking another sip and tearing my eyes away from Matt to meet Josh’s gaze. He smirks at me and I move my eyes down to his lips, an idea forming in my head. A bad one. He must see it in my eyes because his smile just gets wider as he leans in slightly. “Come dance with me.” He says, standing up and reaching for my hand.

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We’re body to body now, his hand on my hip, my back to his chest. The music is so loud I can barely hear my thoughts, not that there’s much to think about. I squeeze my eyes shut, swaying my hips against his to the time of Nelly’s Hot In Herre. I feel my hair being swiped to the side and a kiss being pressed to my neck and sigh, pushing away how much I wish it was someone else behind me.

I open my eyes, scanning the room out of habit, and find Matt watching me with an unreadable expression.

I grin and lean more into Josh, grinding harder now and tossing my head back on his shoulder. He follows my lead, moving his hands up and down from my hips to my stomach and back.

But when he starts to move lower, I feel a pit in my stomach and pull away from him. “Sorry,” I mutter, smoothing a hand on my forehead and rushing away. I look back over to where Matt was sitting but he’s vanished so I head up the stairs looking for somewhere to get my thoughts together.

I find an empty bedroom and slip inside quickly. But as I go to close the door, someone stops it with their foot and pushes in. I step back as Matt enters and locks the door behind me, a smile on his face.

“You good?” He asks, cocking his head to the side and I raise my eyebrow at his casual tone.

“Yes,” I answer cautiously. “Are you?”

He nods, slipping past me and sitting at the foot of the bed. He gestures for me and I go to him, sitting in his lap and swinging my legs over his. He studies me for a second and then kisses me deeply, one of his hands on the back of my neck. I lean into him, running my tongue across his bottom lip and lightly nipping it when he goes to pull away.

“You looked like you were having fun.” He says, his tone still way too indifferent for my liking.

“Why? Were you jealous?” I try playfully, testing the waters. He shrugs and leans down to place kisses across my collarbone.

“Why would I be?”

I scoff, pushing down how much that stings. “Okay, Matt,” I say and go to stand but he tightens his grip on my waist so I can’t move.

“Why would I be jealous of someone you’re pretending is me?” He says with a dry laugh. My breath hitches as he runs his hands higher and higher up my inner thigh. “I actually feel a little bad for the guy.”

“Yeah?” I ask breathless as his thumb starts to rub through my panties, wetness already gathering at his light touch.

“Mhm.” He confirms, pushing the fabric to the side and slipping one of his fingers into me. I gasp as he slides in and out of me, never breaking eye contact. “He’ll never hear that sound.”

I grind my hips into his hand and he picks up his pace, fighting for dominance and winning. He adds another finger, stretching me, while his thumb works circles on my clit and I moan out his name. Matt grins at me, his eyes sparkling as he pulls his fingers out to my protest. He pushes my legs off his lap and motions for me to stand, which I do reluctantly. But, he stays seated, undoing his belt with one hand and tugging me down until I kneel in front of him.

Once he’s free, I wrap one hand around him and look up into his eyes as I tap his dick against my tongue. I draw him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his tip as I pump my hand up and down his base. He hisses and throws his head back, reaching down to gather my hair out of the way as I begin to suck. My eyes water when he hits the back of my throat but I keep going, motivated by his breathy calls of my name. His leg starts to shake and he stops me with a hand on my shoulder, pulling me up and back onto his lap.

I straddle him now and wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me like he's starving. He lifts me slightly to make room and lines himself up to slide inside of me. I moan into his mouth when he does and he wraps his arms around my waist tightly so I can’t start riding him. He pulls away from the kiss and watches me, undeterred by my desperate pleas for him to move.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d be jealous of some random motherfucker who’s never felt this. That’s fucking crazy.” He shakes his head in mock disbelief.

“How do you know he won’t get to?” I ask in an attempt to piss him off but he just laughs without humor.

“Because I’d never fuck you again and we both know you’re not giving this up.” I snort at his cockiness and I roll my hips to get him to shut the hell up. He grunts and gives in, pulling me up roughly and setting a steady pace. He brings his lips back to mine giving me sweet kisses that punctuate his thrust.

“Please,” I beg and I’m not even sure what I’m asking for but Matt seems to understand anyway, flipping us over and pushing my legs into my chest.

He watches me come undone as he speeds up, his angle allowing him perfect access to hit my sweet spot. Every time I try to close my eyes, lost in the moment, he stops me. “Nah, look at me. I want to watch you take it.”

Just when I think there’s no way he can get deeper, he pushes my legs to the side and slides me closer to the edge of the bed. I jerk my hips against him, feeling the pressure in my core building, and grab onto the comforter.

“Come on, baby.” He says softly, reaching down to smooth his knuckle over my face. “Let me feel you come for me.”

His words push me right over the edge and he covers my mouth when I cry out in ecstasy. Matt doesn’t ease up his strokes as I come around him, rolling his hips and moaning out praises. I start to squirm up the bed as the intensity becomes too much and he notices, leaning down to press kisses to my jaw. “Almost there baby. You’re doing so good.” He says, his voice heavy and strained. I say his name again, turning my head to whisper in his ear that I’m his. This sets him off and he yells out a string of curses as he pushes into me deeply one last time.

We lay there for a second, out of breath, before Matt lifts himself off of me. I sit up and watch as he redresses and tosses me a towel he found in the bathroom.

“Matt,” I say after cleaning up and he turns to me while buttoning his pants. “What the fuck are we doing? Are we friends? Are we-” I cut myself off and turn to the mirror, adjusting my dress. “Y’know what? Nevermind.” I mutter. Matt comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

“If you don’t know by now that you’re mine, you’re not nearly as smart as I thought you were.” He says, reaching up to turn my face to his.

“But are you mine?” I ask unconvinced, a small worry crease forming between my brows.

“Since day one.”