It is :) Isn’t it cute? You can find it HERE.
Sims Winter OTP photo prompt day 6: Book Store
Miley and Matt were shopping for books, being all cute…then they got uncooperative with me and hid behind a book to make out. I think they’re enjoying this time away from the kids a bit too much 0.o ♥
Mama called…she has cysts or something like that, but not cancerous…I don’t know medical stuff so I’ll spare you words I don’t understand. They’re keeping an eye on them. But all is good for now :) Thanks for the positive thoughts.
Me and my mama:
Read all of Amy’s stories…from the beginning!
♥♥♥ thank you lovie
fallynraiyn replied to your post “fallynraiyn replied to your photoset “And just like that, it was over….”
apparently. LOL …..no, like it was this freaking amazing orgasm. lol. sorry, i’m totally in my own little world here.no I get it now…because of what I said his performance was like having sex, pushing and pulling the crowd…and then he was spent.
you did, you really did. not just the pictures, but the writing made it come alive. I’m so in love with you right now. lol um….that was a bit too far huh. lol . no, fuck girl, that was amazing.
Takeshi and Jason scrambled from behind their respective instruments at first to congratulate each other until they quickly realized Hunter was about to fall. Each of them wrapped an arm around Hunter, who collapsed into their grips.
"Holy shit you guys," he gasped. "Holy fucking shit…"
Takeshi grinned as he and Jason helped him walk off the stage, “that was fucking insane bro.”
"I love you guys," he told them. "Oh my God…we did it."
"You were amazing," Jason gushed. "The way you worked them…it was crazy."
Hunter shook his head, “no, I couldn’t have done it without you guys.”
"You ready for L.A.?" Takeshi smirked.
Hunter swallowed again and nodded, “hell yeah.”
you did it. you made it epic. I am swooning.Did I? Thank you…I was trying so hard to figure out how to do the concert. Like just have them play instruments and look all derpy…..FUQ that. Hunters POV came to me in a dream…I hope I did it justice!
And just like that, it was over. An hour long set was over…they were still screaming for him. They wanted more of him, but as he settled back into himself, there was no more to give.
Hunter’s chest rose up and down rapidly, his heart crashed loudly in his ears again and his throat started to close up. His hand shook as he pulled the microphone to his mouth one final time, “I’m Hunter James, goodnight.” He shoved the microphone away from himself almost violently, leaning on the stand for support.
His knees shook and he suddenly wondered how the fuck was he going to walk off this stage without falling? The curtain closed slowly around them, shutting them off from the crowd.
It was like slow motion. Everything around him was swirling and stopping, swirling and stopping like a fucked up Oliver Stone tripping sequence. He was aware that he was singing, he was aware of his hands on his guitar. He was aware of Takeshi’s methodical drumming and of Jason’s voice and keyboard, but it was like he wasn’t in his own body.
Hunter had the strange sensation of watching himself from inside of himself. His eyes clicked and focused on faces in front of him in a rapid, fluid succession. A girl to the left was crying and reaching out for him, a couple to the right was making out, writhing against each other to his rhythms, a man who tried to appear to be with his girlfriend was staring at him like he was something he wanted to taste…it was the most surreal thing he’d ever experienced in his life.
They cheered and screamed louder, so did he. They threw their hands in the air, pumping their fists and crying out for more…he gave it to them. It was like sex. It was like a dance. They pulled and he pushed, giving them little bits of himself at a time. When the lighters came out, he was mesmerized by the undulating pulse of light for him. For them.
Hunter swallowed hard, fighting the bile that rose up in his throat. His fingers tapped out a rapid pattern on the side of his leg, behind him Takeshi and Jason took their places behind their instruments. To the side of the stage Hunter could see a stage hand motion with his fingers: five….four…three…two…
Deafening screams enveloped the stage when the curtains rose.
Hunter took another deep breath, blinking rapidly and swallowed the acid in his throat back down. He’d never seen this many people in his life and then, something curious happened. A wave of calm ran through him.
"Hello, I’m Hunter James," he grasped the microphone in front of him with a confidence he didn’t know he possessed. He gave the crowd a moment to scream.
….we love you Hunter…
"I love you too," he smirked into the crowd. "I’m Hunter James, this is my band and we’re gonna play you some songs…" Hunter positioned his left arm up in the air and tapped out a count of three before they played on queue.
hellzangel-nat reblogged this from you and added:
I just love these two together…. Ben is so awesome
I know, and how sexy is Ben with that swaggy hat????
catastrophicsims said: Awww
Ben is such a good man
nernershuman said: Aw Ben. I love him so.
"Baby what’s goin on," Ben called quietly into the room. Hunter’s already ghostly pale face was even whiter than usual, "Hunter, what’s wrong?"
Hunter threw himself into Ben’s strong chest, wrapping himself around him like a child. “I can’t do it,” his voice wavered fearfully. “I can’t do this, I’m not ready.”
"Shhhh," Ben hushed him, holding him tightly with one arm and stroking his hair with his free hand. "Yes, you can."
"I’m gonna puke," Hunter sobbed. "They’re screaming my name and I’m going to fucking puke."
"So puke baby," Ben pulled back and stroked his cheek. "Then stand back up and walk out there and just sing. Sing and play your guitar and pretend you’re standing on the balcony of the loft. All those people out there aren’t anything other than the stars you serenade at night okay?"
"What if I forget my words or fuck up or break a string or…"
Ben pulled him close again, “Hunter. You won’t…I promise you won’t. You’re amazing, this is what you were born to do. This happens to everyone, even the best freak out at show time. You are magic baby…and you’ll be great.”
"I don’t want to leave tomorrow," he breathed out onto Ben’s neck. "I’ll miss you."
"I know," he nodded. "I’ll miss you too, but you can call me day or night and I’ll be there. I gotta go back out…but, I love you Hunter. You’ll be okay, trust me?"
Hunter nodded and let go of Ben, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, okay.”
Hunter slowly raised his head to face his reflection, his knuckles white from his tense grip on the counter.
Fucking breathe. You can do this...
Even from this cramped dressing room he could hear the thundering crowd. The walls shook from the echo of their screams and chanting. They were opening for Lights Above Bridgeport, but he could swear he could hear his name being called out.
Hunter. Hunter. Hunter….
What if he forgot his lyrics? What if he forgot the set list and fucked it all up? Maybe he wasn’t ready? Maybe this was all too fast? I mean hell, just eight months ago he was sleeping in a bus stop shelter and now they expected him to step out onto a stage in front of a screaming crowd and perform? What the hell was he thinking?
A light knock at the door interrupted him.
"Come in," he called out weakly.
"Hey," Donovan’s voice said. "You’re on in twenty…you okay?"
"I need Ben," he choked out.
"I dunno where he is man…"
Hunters grip on the counter grew tighter and his palms broke out into a cold sweat, “I fucking need Ben. Find him.”
"All right…all right…lemme see what I can do."
Hunter stared at himself fighting the urge to throw up.