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bluem1lls · 2 days ago

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i need part 2 of se-mi with comphet reader 😭

✧₊⁺ speak now (or don't, and love forever in silence)

groom bff! se-mi x comphet! reader

synopsis: after years of waiting, he finally propose. wasn't this everything you wished for?

but you couldn't bring yourself to be happy.

was it maybe because when you thought about it, all you could picture was her face?

content: some angst, but finally fluff!!!!

authors note: im so sorry for the looooong ass late updates, im so so busy but im ab to go on break so everyone cheered!!! im back i promise:( im so excited for this part 2 i actually love it and i hope u do too!!!!

part one. part two (you're here!)

famous actress finally engaged with the famous choi su-bong, more known as 'thanos', old rapper surging back!

we all saw on Instagram the romantic proposal he prepped for her, and of course like every girl would, she said yes!

we are so happy for the married couple!

"fucking bullshit" se-mi threw her phone away with rage after reading the most liked post from the magazine's instagram.

her hands went to her face as she groaned, biting back her lip to keep the tears away.

poor dumb girl. she actually thought you were coming back to her...

"the way he proposed was so romantic, i'm glad he did it that way, it was what you always wanted ever since you were a kid" my best friend jun-hee took my hands between hers with a comforting smile. i smiled softly as i sighed.

"y-yeah. it was.." i whispered. she stares into my eyes, squeezing my hands. her expression fell, now filled with pity. she knew me more than anyone.

"you do know that you're supposed to be happy about getting married right?" she says with a lifted eyebrow as i pressed my lips.

"i am." i said, trying to convince myself.

"honey-" she murmurs as i cut her.

"i have to be." i said, turning to face myself in the mirror. streightening my skirt as i faked my best smile.

and it was true. everything was exactly how i always wanted it.

so.. why didn't it felt like it?

i heard a knock that snapped me out of my thoughts. we both turned as the door opened. "excuse me, just wanted to let you know the invitations have been sent" a girl said with a smile as i nodded, thanking her.

once she left, jun-hee stared at me. "did you sent one for.." my best friend said, stopping herself as i shuddered.

"yeah. of course. they're best friends." refering to my husband and se-mi. i put a smile to pretend i didn't cared. or at least i tried, although it didn't even reached my eyes.

if your own best friend stares at you with pity, you start to consider maybe you're not doing as well as you thought.

but i couldn't back up. not now. not ever.

"this belongs in the trash" se-mi says with a sarcastic smirk, grabbing the invitation only to crumble it with anger as min-su stops her.

"we can't just.. not go" he says to her as she stares at him, incredulous.

"do you want me to go to that fucking wedding? for what?" she spits with anger and disbelief, her voice getting louder as he sighs. he got used to seeing his best friend angered ever since the news came out.

"listen, i get it, okay? but it's our best friend's wedding. we can't just miss it" min-su says in a soft tone, trying to make her understand.

"i refuse to watch her get married." her cold voice snaps. "fuck this." she says with a groan, frustration all over her face.

"you need to move on! you know those two! yeah they hate eachother, but they're not breaking up sem. they're getting married, and probably everything that goes after that. are you just gonna avoid thanos until you die?" he says snapping as she furrows her brow, a small pout on her pierced lips without her even noticing it.

"there's nothing to move on, there was never anything between me and her right?" she says with a sigh. "i'm still not going. i fucking hate weddings" she says under her breath, going to her room to avoid the conversation. and something about that doesn't feel true, because she loves to think about you on a wedding dress. but not if it's not with.. she shakes her head to remove the thought, slamming the door. min-su sighs, his hands on his face, exhausted.

"oh god" jun-hee says with tears on her face, her eyes twinkle in awe as i laugh, a little teary.

the dress looks.. perfect. just like in my childhood dream. my perfect dream wedding.

"it was made for you" she says as i chuckle, giving a little spin for her.

i should be so happy...

"yeah.. i think we're done" i say to the girl from the store, who's standing on my side, staring at me with a soft smile. "this is it. this is the one."

i slowly head back to the changing room to remove the dress. i place back my clothes while my assistant goes to pay. i stare at myself in the mirror.

why am i not happy? why doesn't it feel like i'm getting married?

i sigh as i leave the store with my two companions.

"let's grab some coffee, it's right around the corner and im dying for some caffeine." jun-hee says as i nod.

i feel my phone buzzing on my pockets.

oh god, of course. he's always fucking forgetting about the wedding or where i am. god why am i marrying this-

my breath hitches as i grab my phone, reading the text.

this can't be happening.

not now.

oh god.

sem: a wedding?

sem: really?

of course it's her.

of course she texts me out of nowhere a fucking random tuesday at 3 pm.

of course she makes my heart beat on my chest like no one ever did. just for a fucking text.

i scoff in disbelief as my manicured nails type with anger.

me: for real?

me: this is what you're texting me?

me: after not hearing about you for fucking YEARS??????

i see the little bubble that indicates she's typing back. the fact that she hasn't left the chat since she texted me makes me bite my lip.

sem: i've seen the photos

sem: you know

sem: you dont look like someone whos excited to get married

i roll my eyes as i let out a shaky breath, she hit a nerve.

me: what do you know? you havent talked to me in years, maybe things changed.

sem: everything did.

sem: except this.

sem: why do you keep lying to yourself?

i place my phone back in my pocket with shaky hands, leaving her on seen. i place my head on my hands as i groan.

why did she had appear out of nowhere?

i was fine without.. knowing about her.

without thinking about her. without her smile. without knowing if she's seeing someone..

i was okay without her. yeah. i was perfect.

god i really need that coffee.

as i get home i watch my... fiance laying on the couch.

"did you even tried the cake samples i left?" i said with frustration as i leave my purse.

"uh, nam-gyu did, he said the black tea one was really good" he said without too much care as i stared at him disbelief.

"am i getting married to nam-gyu? because i needed MY husband to try them!" i say, standing in front of him, my hands on my hips as he rolled his eyes.

"who the fuck cares about the cake baby? no one does" he says, his arms sneaking around my waist to bring me closer to him.

"i care! i am going to be the wife in this fucking wedding and i care about the cake!" i shout angry. "and don't touch me" i let myself loose of his grip as he groans in built frustration.

"seriously? this again?" he says with a sigh, letting go.

"after the wedding" i say to him as my heart sinks. liar.

"about time" he rolls his eyes, his focus on the phone once again.

i stare at him blinking in disbelief.

this is my life?

am i gonna marry.. this idiot?

i go upstairs as i remove my outside clothes, placing on my pjs. i slowly let myself sink in bed as i grab my phone, my hands trembling as i bite my lip.

was this a good idea? no.

clearly not.

but god, i couldn't stop thinking about her.

me: are you coming?

me: to the wedding

me: i sent you an invitation

it takes her two minutes to reply.

sem: no.

oh. i chew on my bottom lip thinking about what to reply, until she texts back a few minutes later.

sem: why?

do i? do i wanna get marry, knowing she's there, staring at me?

the question is.. will i get married, knowing she's there, sitting on the crowd, watching me?

me: i want you there

the texting bubbles appear and disappear for over 10 minutes, making me extremely anxious as i wait for her reply.

sem: okay

okay what? okay that i want her there although i shouldn't? okay that-

sem: i'll see you there.

sem: consider this as my confirmation to the wedding.

i throw my phone away with shaky hands. my head sinks on my pillow, muffling my scream.

god, what have i done?

finally, today is the day.

today, i'm getting married.

the happiest day in my life. that's what everyone is saying.

so why i've been crying non stop until falling asleep?

i stared at myself, sat in front of my mirror. my makeup perfectly done, my hair loose in soft waves, the dress made just for me. it had to be like this, because this was what everyone expected from me.

i sighed as i stood up, leaving the room to go wait on the door for my entrance. i could hear the bells ringing, the wedding music. my dad appears, walking slowly until he was standing besides with a smile.

"i'm proud of you" he said, staring at front as i did too, my eyes teary. but it wasn't happiness, it was...

"everything is like it's supposed to be" i said, streightening myself. my head turned to stare at him. "am i finally the perfect daughter?" i asked my dad, my voice trembling with emotion.

he gave me a confused stare, a hint of what it looked like sadness, creeping into his stare. "it's not the wedding, it's clearly not the husband" he said as we both softly chuckled. "it's you.. you're my daughter. and i don't need you to be perfect, you being you it's all i want. your happiness. honey, nothing else matters after that." he said as i holded my tears. i bit the inside of my cheek, my heart pounding on my chest.

it's too late now, isn't it?

i could feel him interlock our arms as the doors opened. we moved one step at a time as we slowly entered the ceremony. to my wedding.

i shudder at the sight of everyone in the room, but i knew my eyes were only scanning to look for one person.

and when i found her, and my heart stopped.

she was watching me with a soft gaze, eyes almost twinkling as she roamed through my form, slowly taking my face, my body in the dress, and lastly, going up to meet my eyes. all i needed to make my heart flutter. i felt frozen in place, i could see everyone staring at me, wondering why i wasn't moving. my dad pulled my arm to get me out of my trance, but nothing worked.

i was there, stucked right where she left me.

on the last time i saw her. the last time my heart beated for her.

"if we get out of here and.. you decide that you're done being his perfect wife, and maybe you want to be happy.. with me.. i'll be waiting. i promise"

she was just as beautiful as i remembered her. of course i've seen pictures of her, but nothing like seeing her in person again.

our stare never breaking.

her eyes screamed 'please, love me'

and mine replied 'i do. but i shouldn't'

"are you okay?" my dad said, breaking the staring contest as i took reality of my surroundings. i shakily let out a small breath as i nodded with a fake smile. i kept walking to the altar, where i saw my... future husband.

right.

as i took my place, he took my hands in between his.

i trembled, and i swear i wanted to hear whatever the priest was saying. i really did.

but all my focus was on her.

was everyone blind for not noticing? or was everyone trying to pretend they couldn't tell how i stared at my husband's best friend?

when our eyes met again, i averted my gaze, trying really hard to pay attention to the priest talking on the altar to me and my future husband.

but god, i could not focus when she was here.

until i heard the priest coming to the end of his speech.

"if anyone has just cause to object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace"

silence spreaded on the ceremony.

the quietness in the room making me shiver.

until it wasn't quiet anymore.

because everyone gasped.

and my eyes shut close.

and the quietness was replaced with whispers, with judging stares.

it wasn't quiet anymore, because she stood up.

my heart felt like it stopped in place. i could see my fiance's eyes widen, staring at se-mi like she was mad, insane.

but i knew she wasn't.

she was just in love, like i was.

and god, not from my husband.

her tall figure stood in the public, standing up as her mouth agaped like a fish. she tried to find any words to say, but she couldn't.

min-su and nam-gyu besides her, staring like if she grew a second head, completely shocked.

my eyes widen as i saw her take a sit again.

her mind was conflicted. i could tell. does she oppose? does she love quietly? what was more important? her best friend or her feelings? she shifted uncomfortably on her chair.

what was done was done, right?

fuck it. she thought, standing up once again.

everyone stared, their eyes open like never before.

"i-i oppose" she says in a weak, trembling voice. her eyes find mine, her stare pleads me to not let this keep going.

it begs me to go with her.

her hand moves to try and reach me as i watch her trembling hand and her pleading expression.

"i love you." she says with tears on her eyes.

and of course i knew this couldn't happen. of course i knew this was madness. i was about to get married. my life was buildt for this specific moment.

but my heart responded first with a sigh. not tears, not a scream, not a mad reply.

a sigh of relief.

i stare at the people sitting shocked in their seats. their gazes gravitating from her, to me and choi su-bong.

and suddenly, it's not like before. i'm not frozen in place, i'm not scared. i don't feel ashamed, i don't feel a thing.

except relief and love.

my last sign? when i stare at my parents, and they dont look at me ashamed. they're not embarrassed. they nod at me with tears in their eyes, intertwining their hands.

i get off the altar as i laugh.

a laugh of happiness. i chuckle loud and the feeling takes my entire body as i walk to her slowly. our stare never breaking as i stand in front of her, in my beautiful white dress. i reach to take her hand, the contact leaves a warm feeling on my heart.

"can we go?" are the only words that leave my lips with a shaky breath.

she stares at me, letting out an airy soft chuckle in disbelief, not believing this is happening.

"fuck, yes." is all she mutters as she moves in between the people, intertwining our hands like she never plans to release me as we run to the exit, our hearts jump in our chest.

and this is insane. i know it when we get into her rusty old car while the people gather outside to stare at us. but it doesn't matter.

it doesn't matter when my dress ruffles through the window, it doesn't matter when i buckle my seat belt with a happy smile and it certainly doesn't matter when she actually starts driving and we laugh, like a whole hearted laugh.

"you left your husband. in the altar. you left him" she says chuckling, filled with emotions. shock, disbelief, happiness.

"i- i did. and i don't regret it. god i don't regret leaving him for his.. best friend" i laugh as i stare at her. i take a deep breath as i speak "stop the car" she stops so abruptly, the car brakes.

"are you regr-" i unbuckle my seat belt as i turn aside. i cup her face in between my hands, my eyes roaming across her entire features.

this is the woman i love. it feels so good to finally say it out loud.

and i kiss her.

and is everything i always wanted to feel. it's what i expected from every single one of my ex-boyfriends. is filled with hunger, desire, passion and love.

and my heart feels warm and i know now exactly what love was supposed to feel like.

the kiss lowers to something softer, one of her hands goes to my cheek, caressing it with her thumb as my hand moves to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. her other hand roams through my body to grip my waist.

"this feels like a dream" she mumbles in between kisses.

"i know, i know" i replied as i kissed her again and again, love-drunk. "but it's not. i'm yours se-mi. i'm completely yours" i whispered against her lips as she nodded excited. her nose softly caressing mine, an intimate gesture.

"can i start the car and get the fuck out of here, please? because i never want to look back" she says breaking the kiss. i nod happily.

"please, start the fucking car" i chuckle as i go back to my seat, connecting to the bluetooth of her car, i look at the playlist on my phone until i find the one.

"i am not the kind of girl

who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

but you are not the kind of boy

who should be marrying the wrong girl"

she smacks me softly as she listens to the lyrics, rolling her eyes as i snort.

and as my eyes find hers, i know i finally am where i belong.

known actress leaves husband on the altar!

we saw our famous girl, that we all know and love, leaving rapper ''thanos' on the altar.

the last thing we heard from him to the press was: i hope she's happy now.

and she looks like it! because she's been sharing photos on social media with her new girl non stop!

let's wish a happy relationship to the recently out of the closet actress!

#se mi x reader #player 380 x reader #se-mi x reader #player 380 #se mi #se-mi #squid game #squid game 2 #lesbian #se mi squid game #wlw #squid games #squid games fluff #won ji an #won ji an x reader #angst with a happy ending

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trannycabal · 3 days ago

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Well.

Sighhhhs very loudly and for very long… that whole “why is the Jewish community not calling out Elon the same way they did Kanye” shit is sooo…. haaaa…..

This feels relevant to update,,,,,, after everything Kanye said last night.

There are several more posts including one where he outright praises Hitler but a bunch of them were withheld in my country.

You really think we overreacted? You still gonna call us bigoted weirdos for saying Kanye’s a freak and should be deplatformed?

When we were completely right?

Your shitty attempts at saving face for one of your idols has proven that you can’t be trusted and that you are no ally.

I hope you feel ashamed.

ғᴏᴏᴛɴᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴋɪᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢs: ɪ’ᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛɪᴢɪᴏɴɪsᴛ ᴊᴇᴡ. ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ɴᴀᴢɪ sʜɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ғᴀᴜʟᴛʏ ᴀssᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴍ�� ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ.

Sighhhhs very loudly and for very long… that whole “why is the Jewish community not calling out Elon the same way they did Kanye” shit is sooo…. haaaa…..

It’s not like, I dunno, every single Jewish person that’s even remotely left-leaning has been desperately screaming that Elon is a nazi for the last couple years.

And goyim just didn’t wanna listen because a lot of you are antisemitic fucks who only care about Jews when we’re the perfect angels that shut up and agree. When we bend over and let you fuck us over and over again without ever really listening what we have to say!!!!!!!!!

No wonder you think Jews are silent. You’ve just covered your ears and went “lalalalala” every time we tried to have a discussion that’s not about you, and now you wonder why we don’t speak.

#the “you” isn’t any one specific group btw so don’t misinterpret me #this time it’s about the people who have such huge victim complexes and like to demonise is so much that they paint us as the bad ones #in every situation including the ones where WE are the victims #jumblr #jewblr #goyim can reblog #antizionist jew

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alaia777 · 2 days ago

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CONGRATULATIONS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!! <333 IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AND THANK YOU FOR THIS EVENT 🙏😈

id appreciate if you could do one with Rin and the prompt being:

⊹ i love your attention, but i love peace and quiet more—so hush.

Please make it fluff🙏🙏😭 (you can ignore this if you want but I'd appreciate it if you could add a little scene where Rin kisses the reader to shut them up 🤭)

thank you so so much. this was so fun to write, i hope you like it !!!! 🩷🩷🩷

it was the first time in months that you woke up before rin, and for some reason, today felt different. maybe it was the rare burst of energy that had you up at 6 a.m., already done with your routine, stretching like one of those influencers who post their “productive morning” videos. maybe it was the quiet stillness of the morning, the kind that made you want to savor it.

by the time the city started to wake, you’d already been out—grabbing coffee and pastries from the shop that opened early, spending some time at the park near your apartment, even feeding the pigeons like an old soul with too much free time. and yet, when you stepped back inside, your boyfriend was still exactly where you left him—fast asleep, completely undisturbed.

not that you blamed him. waking up too early, coming home too late—rin had been running on empty for weeks. you figured it had finally caught up to him.

so by 7:30, with nothing else to do, you settled onto the couch, coffee in hand, scrolling through your phone, catching up on the latest influencer drama like it was the morning news.

when you heard the duvet rustling in your shared bedroom, you were already on your feet, making your way over before rin could even sit up. he was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when you jumped onto the bed, grinning.

“good morning, baby cakes.” even with his hand over his face, you could tell he was rolling his eyes.

“why are you up so early?” he muttered, his voice still rough from sleep.

“because the early bird catches the worm, and i caught us some warm, delicious pastries.” you paused, then sighed. “well, they were warm.”

“but that doesn’t matter. you know that drama about that woman on the internet i told you about? yeah, there’s more.”

without waiting for a response, you launched into the latest updates, detailing every twist and turn—what she did, the backlash, the people involved, and why the internet was in chaos over it. rin, still half-asleep, stared at you with a blank expression, his eyes barely open as he listened in silence.

“but wait—there’s more,” you added dramatically, climbing into his lap and cupping his face between your hands, determined to make sure he was paying attention.

he let out a slow exhale, clearly questioning all of his life choices. “i love your attention, but i love peace and quiet more—so hush.” his hand came up, covering your face as if that would be enough to stop you.

you audibly gasped, prying his hand away. “first of all, rude. second of all—” you sat up straighter, regaining your composure. “as i was saying, she was bragging about her designer bags while her kids don’t even have beds—”

you didn’t even get to finish, because rin’s hands were on your cheeks, pulling you in, cutting you off with a kiss—not to be sweet, not to be romantic, but purely to get you to stop talking.

your brain stalled for a second, words failing you as you processed what just happened, and when you finally snapped out of it, you caught the slightest smirk tugging at his lips. that little shit.

“rin, you need to brush your teeth.”

his smirk instantly dropped as he rolled his eyes, shoving you off him with zero hesitation before dragging himself out of bed and heading for the bathroom. you barely had time to laugh before the sound of the door closing echoed through the room, leaving you alone, victorious.

#can you tell what “influencer“ i’m talking about 😭😭#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x y/n #rin itoshi x you #rin x reader

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meadowfics · 3 days ago

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delicious meal

kang sae-byeok x smallbusinessowner!reader

waiter!kang dae-ho as well ;)

another part in my "small business owner" series for sae-byeok

warnings: one spicy pg-13 moment but that's it.

this is a rare moment of nerves for sae-byeok.

she keeps adjusting her jacket sleeves, shifting in her seat slightly as she takes in the lavish decor of the restaurant.

the dim lighting, the crystal chandeliers, the waitstaff in neatly pressed uniforms..it all feels foreign to her.

it is foreign to her.

you notice the way her fingers twitch on the edge of the table, and without a word, you slide your hand over hers, squeezing lightly.

"are you nervous?"

you tease softly, your voice laced with warmth.

sae-byeok scoffs, rolling her eyes, but the slight pink dusting her cheeks betrays her.

"no,"

she lies.

"why would i be nervous? i'm just… not used to places like this."

sae's eyes flicker around the restaurant, catching glimpses of other diners in elegant outfits, sipping wine with an ease she doesn’t feel.

before you can respond, your waiter approaches, placing utensils neatly in front of both of you.

he’s young, maybe around your age, with neatly styled dark hair and a welcoming smile.

"hello, my name is kang dae-ho, but please just call me dae,"

he says smoothly.

"i'll be taking care of you guys tonight. can i get you started with any drinks?"

you glance at sae-byeok, giving her the opportunity to order first, but she just nods toward you.

"good evening, dae. i’ll have a lemonade,"

you say, smiling.

"just water for me,"

sae-byeok adds quickly, her voice quieter than usual.

dae nods, scribbling on his notepad.

"great choice. i’ll be right back with those."

as soon as he walks away, you lean in slightly.

"you could’ve gotten something else, you know. you don’t have to just get water."

sae-byeok shrugs, adjusting her leather jacket sleeve again.

"it’s fine. you know i don’t really care about drinks like that."

dae-ho returns quickly, setting down your lemonade and her water.

"ready to order?"

"yes. tonight I'll just have the bibimbap,"

you say, and without missing a beat, sae-byeok says,

"same."

dae-ho grins.

"twins, huh?"

he jokes, but sae-byeok just snorts.

when he walks away, you smirk.

"so, a copycat, huh?"

sae-byeok giggles softly, shaking her head.

"excuse me? i put you onto bibimbap. remember?"

"you did,"

you admit,

"but you didn't have to copy my order."

you tease.

in fact, you love how similar you and sae are.

"why change what works?"

she shrugs, leaning back in her chair, looking a little more relaxed now.

you love moments like this..

moments when her guard is down, when she’s just sae-byeok, not the girl who’s always had to fight for everything.

you take a sip of your lemonade, watching her as she absentmindedly runs a finger along the rim of her glass.

after a beat, you ask,

"so… any updates on your mom?"

sae-byeok glances up, hesitating for only a second before nodding.

"yeah. the broker found her. she’s going to cross the chinese border soon."

you sit up a little, taking in the weight of her words.

"really? that’s good, right?"

"it is,"

she says, though there’s something in her tone that tells you she’s trying not to get her hopes up too much.

"once she gets closer to the thailand border, i’ll figure out a way to meet her and bring her over here."

you nod slowly, letting her lead the conversation.

"that’s huge, sae. i know how much this means to you."

she exhales, staring at her water for a moment before looking back at you.

"it’s been six months, you know."

"since…?"

you tilt your head, teasing.

"since we got together,"

she mutters, rolling her eyes.

you grin.

"you keeping track now?"

"shut up,"

she mumbles, but there’s no real bite behind it.

you reach for her hand again, this time letting your thumb trace over her knuckles.

"i’m really happy with you," you say simply.

she looks down at your hands, quiet for a moment before murmuring,

"i know. I am too with you."

you don’t push for anything more...you never do.

you’ve already told her you love her, and though she hasn’t said it back, you feel it in the way she looks at you.

in the way she saved up for this dinner, in the way she always makes sure you get home safe after a long shift.

the fact that she is taking you to this fancy place, and paying for it, shows that sae is someone who would rather tell you her love through her actions.

sae-byeok pulls her hand away, only to reach for her water and take a sip before clearing her throat.

"i still feel bad, you know. about… taking your money that day."

you shake your head immediately.

"you don’t have to. you were trying to help cheol. if anything, i was going to spend that money on you anyway."

you smirk, aware of your gift-giving love language.

sae-byeok gives you a flat look.

"that’s not how that works."

"it is for me,"

you argue lightly.

"you know i love buying you things."

sae-byeok sighs but can’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips.

"yeah, i know."

you smile back, squeezing her hand again before letting go when you see dae-ho approaching with your food.

he approaches your table.. carefully placing the bowls of bibimbap in front of you and sae-byeok.

the aroma immediately fills the space between you, making your stomach grumble slightly.

"everything look good?"

dae-ho asks, glancing between the two of you with an easy smile.

"yeah, it looks great,"

you say, already reaching for your chopsticks.

"it’s good,"

sae-byeok adds, inspecting her dish before nodding in approval.

dae-ho grins at the both of you before stepping back.

"perfect. enjoy your meal."

with that, he walks off to check on another table.

just as you’re about to dig in, sae-byeok suddenly lets out a quiet laugh, shaking her head slightly.

you blink, confused.

"what’s so funny?"

she smirks, leaning in just a little.

"i think someone has a crush on you."

you furrow your brows, tilting your head.

"what?"

sae-byeok subtly nods her head toward dae-ho, who is now assisting another table.

the korean's eyes gleam with mischief, watching for your reaction.

you roll your eyes playfully, shaking your head.

"sae, he's just doing his job."

"he better be,"

she replies with a smirk, her tone low and possessive, which sends a wave of warmth to your cheeks.

oh, sae-byeok can be so possessive in the best way.

"sae-byeok,"

you say, a teasing lilt in your voice as you smirk at her.

"you know i am only yours."

sae's expression shifts slightly, something deeper, something smug yet sincere showing in her dark eyes.

"yeah?"

she murmurs, the tension in her voice sending a small shiver down your spine.

"yeah,"

you confirm, rubbing her calf with your foot under the table.

sae-byeok smirks while taking a bite of her food, clearly pleased, and it encourages you to finally start eating as well.

the conversation flows effortlessly after that.

sae-byeok is attentive, constantly checking to make sure you think the food is perfect, even though she knows you’d never complain.

all she wants is for this night to go smoothly, for it to be something you remember.

when dae-ho comes back, you’re about to shake your head and refuse dessert, but sae-byeok insists, her voice firm yet gentle.

"we're getting bingsu."

you give her a look, amused.

"oh, we are?"

"yes,"

she says simply.

dae-ho watches as you gently grab sae-byeok’s hand across the table, rubbing her knuckles in a way that speaks volumes.

you don’t even notice his expression shift slightly as realization settles in

he now understands that you and sae-byeok are together.

he doesn’t mind, not at all. he never had a crush on you...he was just doing his job.

however he’s accepting in a society who could look at your relationship as taboo.

he offers a small, genuine smile before nodding.

"i’ll be right back with that,"

dae-ho says before walking away.

when he returns, he sets down one dish with two spoons, the shaved ice dessert looking absolutely perfect.

"enjoy,"

dae-ho says with a polite nod.

"thanks,"

sae-byeok replies, grabbing her spoon first.

you both try the bingsu, the cold, sweet flavor hitting your tongue in the best way possible.

you widen your eyes, looking at sae-byeok, who already has a similar reaction.

"oh my god,"

you say.

"this is the best bingsu i’ve ever had."

sae-byeok nods, already taking another bite.

"yeah. this was a good choice."

after finishing, sae-byeok reaches for the check before you can even think about grabbing it.

"wait, are you sure?"

you ask, watching her carefully.

"yes,"

she insists, her voice leaving no room for argument.

the bill is a little high for her standards, but she saved for this.

she planned for this.

she wants to do this for you.

after she pays, the two of you step outside into the cool night air.

the breeze feels nice against your skin, and as you walk, sae-byeok stays close beside you.

she glances at you, taking in the sight of your dark olive green sweater, your brown maxi-length skirt.

oh, she is so in love with you.

before you can take another step, she gently grabs your waist, pulling you into a soft embrace.

you instinctively wrap your arms around her shoulders, inhaling the familiar scent of her vanilla perfume.

she looks into your eyes, and for once, there is no hesitation.

"do you know how much i love you?"

sae-byeok asks, her voice quiet but firm, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

your lips curl into a small smile before you tease,

"how much do you love me?"

sae-byeok doesn’t answer with words.

instead, she leans in, pressing her lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss.

when she finally pulls away, she breathes,

"i love you so much, y/n."

your heart swells at the words you've waited to hear, but deep down, you've known it all along.

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hisirishsoufflegirl · 9 hours ago

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Tea Is A Love Language ~ A.H x Reader

A/N (wow I haven’t wrote that in years): Hi! I’m back (says them to people who did not even realise they stopped writing lmao). There’s been an Aaron Hotchner x You slow burn fic brainstorming away whenever I’ve been rewatching Criminal Minds for the past few years so I thought I’d make a comeback to write a sample entry (that takes place a bit into the actual fic) to see what everyone thinks, aha.

CW/Context: Aaron and Hayley are divorcing/there’s no Emily(sorry!)/Aaron being grumpy but then surprisingly sweet/Reid and reader are best friends/Morgan and reader are very close due a traumatic past/Aaron gave a private lil sweet pep talk to reader when they got overwhelmed after the college campus murders/the timeline is a bit jumbled but it’ll be easier to follow/explained in full fic/in canon mentions of violence/I’m rusty at this, forgive me

A sigh. Then a smacking sound as the paper contents of a file hit the desk.

“Who’s up for a drink?” Morgan stood up. Eyebrows raising as if a lightbulb flashed atop his head, he turned. “Actually.. who’s up for five?”

The man didn’t need to ask you twice. Nights out drinking with Morgan were always the safest. Sure, they were wild and chaotic.. but you always knew you would get home and you always knew you’d never wake up the next morning fearing you did something you regret. It was funny. One of the men who inspired you to join the Academy and pursue this as a career was not only now a colleague but a friend. A close friend at that. Your letters containing updates on your life since that awful period of your life when you were 18 were more for Gideon’s sake. Though that didn’t mean Derek never checked up on you throughout the years that led to you surprising the agent the day it was announced a new member was joining the team and in you walked into the table meeting.

“I don’t know..” your best friend trailed off, his focus on fixing the contents of his brown satchel.

You got up from your desk, the one attached to Spencer’s, shouldering your own bag. “Nuh-uh, Spence. You’re coming.” You looked up at him, trying your hardest to use your eyes to silently beg to coax him out.

It worked. It always worked. Reid hated nights out, especially Morgan’s definition of a night out, but you knew you made it tolerable for him. Many a night of drinking you sat with the doctor, letting him ramble off about statistics or Star Trek and often debating the one topic you yourself did know about - Doctor Who. You didn’t know why some of the others treated listening to his interests and rambles as almost a chore. You had always found them interesting and besides, how could someone not take an interest in what their best friend cared about?

“.. you’re still cosplaying at comic con with me, right?” Spencer’s eyes narrowed at you.

“Of course.”

“Alright, I’m in.”

You mouthed a “thank you” at him, your hand coming up to touch his elbow as a comfort as you both walked to join Morgan and Rossi heading towards the door.

“JJ?”

“Ugh, I’d love to but.. gonna have to take a rain check.” the blonde woman grimaced, picking up her share of files.

You felt someone brush past you as they hurried towards the glass door of the bullpen. You turned your head, realisation hitting you that it was your Unit Chief. You hadn’t properly spoken one on one to the man ever since the day the team was about to leave Flagstaff, Arizona. There had been a spree killer on a college campus, murdering women who were very similar in age to you and it brought back some painful memories. Painful memories as well as a feeling of guilt that you had survived your own attack and had went on to go and finish college. A privilege that those victims never got to make a reality. You had stepped away for a moment to compose yourself back at the hotel while the other agents were packing to go home when Hotch had appeared beside you. You had been sure you were to be scolded for being too soft or for your exterior slipping, a worry that was all too evident as you had tried to quickly wipe your tear away and swallow the ache in the back of your throat. But no. He had been kind. Really kind. The conversation had not been long, nor did the comforting hand on your arm to gesture you back to the hotel to leave linger, but it had helped.

“Hotch, you up for a beer?” the Italian man extended the invitation to his friend.

Hotch stopped in his tracks, his eyes flickering to the side as he pondered his answer. He decided with a sigh. “Sure.” He turned and you offered an awkward smile when his eyes settled on you.

“Agent Hotchner.” came the suited man with a clipboard and envelope into the room through the glass doors.

Breathing in, Hotch’s eyes looked away from you as he turned. “Yes?”

The man presented him with the clipboard and a pen to sign for the brown envelope.

Hotch’s eyes shifted down to it and his body stiffened slightly with a sharp intake of breath.

You had never seen Hotch display a crack in his exterior like that before. I wonder what’s in that envelope. You thought.

Breaking the silence, you sucked your lower lip in - a tell, you had been told by one of your profiler buddies, that you felt awkward and anxious. “What is it?”

Your boss stared down at the envelope, his fingers subconsciously kneading the paper. That’s one of *his* tells, you surmised, whatever it is it’s bothering him.

He finally glanced up at you through dark eyelashes, a look of defeat in those dark eyes. “Hayley’s filing for divorce. I’ve been served.”

Fuck. Fuck. You fucked up.

You watched as Hotchner took a final look at the contents in his hands before walking away, no longer feeling up to a fun and happy night.

“McCoy Boy! How was Connecticut?” You greeted Spencer as you, Morgan, JJ and Rossi piled back into the bullpen. You dropped your bag onto your chair and circled round to the opposite side of the desk to throw your arms loosely round the genius’ neck and shoulders. You never took advantage of the privilege of being the only one Reid allowed to casually touch him like this but now didn’t count. You had missed him. While you were in Indianapolis helping Rossi catch the monster that haunted him and three siblings, your best friend and your Unit Chief were in Connecticut interviewing a death row inmate.

Spencer rested his hand on one of your arms as you squeezed him, propping his book down on his desk. “Ultimately uneventful.”

You shifted your head from the top of Reid’s curly mop to his temple. “Fill me in anyway.”

Spence chuckled before turning his gaze at Rossi. “Uh sir, there’s someone waiting to speak to you in your office.”

You pulled back to crane your neck behind you. Sure enough, Kevin Lynch stood in the doorway to the office at the end of the walkway.

You focused on JJ’s face as Kevin talked, a face barely containing her smile and giddiness. Your eyebrows furrowed confused and as Rossi walked past to talk ‘man-to-man’ with the tech analyst, you mouthed ‘what??’ to the blonde.

JJ raised her eyebrows suggestively at you as she swivelled to walk away. “Garcia and Kevin sittin’ in a tree..”

Morgan’s mouth dropped open. “Get out of here.”

“Wait, what? What?” the brown eyed genius piped up, confusion and anxiety about missing a clue seeping in his voice.

“Didn’t you hear the song, love?” You asked your friend, your left arm still leaning on the back of his office chair for standing support.

“The song meant something? No, I missed it!” Reid grew frantic. Adorable.

“Yeah, it..” you trailed off as your eyes looked around the room as you looked up. They landed on the dark haired man in his pristine suit, shoulders tense as he hunched over his desk, one hand resting on his forehead.

He looks so stressed.

You sucked in your lower lip. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” You ruffled the top layer of Spencer’s brown curls. “I’ll explain it later.”

You moved your duffel bag onto the floor underneath your desk and settled in your chair. Every instinct in you was screaming to check in on your boss. That’s just the type of person you were and your instincts never did you wrong. You had gone on gut instinct when you asked Spencer what was causing him to struggle which eventually led to him going to rehab. You had listened to your instinct when it told you to gather up Morgan and JJ to join Rossi in Indianapolis a few days ago. But this was Hotch. This was your boss. You had never seen the man crack a smile let alone open up about his feelings.

Leaning your chin on your hand, your head twisted to look at the environment behind your desk. Looking behind you had become a habit since you were a teenager, even when your body knew it was in a safe environment such as the bullpen. But old habits die hard and listen, it was a habit that kept you alive in the field. Funny that. You’d think someone with that self preservation habit would run away from situations that posed a threat, not run to them. And certainly not make a career out of solving them.

Your eyes landed on the coffee machine set up and kettle sat on the communal kitchen countertop.

Hmm. Too late for coffee. You hummed. Hold on..

You swung your legs out from under your desk, pushing yourself up and away from your desk and headed towards the communal kitchen. The plethora of jars containing coffee grounds - the jar with the brown and gold label was Reid’s only go to - and sugar - the plastic tub of aspartame was JJ’s - littered the counter. But you weren’t looking for the coffee. Stretching up on your tiptoes, you opened up each cupboard. You searched the top two before bending down to view the contents of the bottom ones.

A-ha! Found you. You took out the green box praying it wasn’t empty and silently thanked God when it wasn’t. Plopping one of the tea bags into the clean ecru mug you found, you filled the kettle in the sink and flicked on the switch.

As the water boiled, you dared to glance to your right at Hotch’s office. You didn’t think it was possible but the man looked even more stressed. The noise of the kettle turning off drew your attention and you poured the hot liquid into the mug, pressing the teabag to the sides of the mug with the spoon before scooping it up and binning it in the pedal bin. Stealing the last of the semi skimmed milk from the fridge, you trickled some of it into the tea before stirring. Dropping the spoon into the ink promising to clean it in a few minutes, you grasped the handle of the cup and headed towards the steps to the walkway.

Your feet reached the closed door to the office and your knuckles rapped against the wood.

“Come in.” He sounds tired.

Careful not to spill the tea, you pushed the handle of the door down and the door opened. Hotch glanced up. Twice. Once out of habit. The other a double take. His head left his hand and he placed his pen down on the case files in front of him. You could tell he was trying to figure out what you were doing in his office, it was obvious in his eyes. For a man so expressionless, his eyes were always so expressive.

You realised you had been staring at him for probably a bit too long and shifted your eyes down to the mug in your right hand, your other hand clasping round it for the excuse of holding something as a distraction. You lightly tapped your ring against the porcelain as you tried to word your sentence in your head before your mouth could get you into trouble. The action had Hotch’s gaze look down at your hands, something you noticed he did often. You had a habit of fiddling with one of your rings when you wanted to say something but we’re deciding if you should or not. It usually ended in Hotch noticing and asking you your opinion on the topic at hand.

You took a breath in. “Sir, if I had known.. I wouldn’t have asked about the envelope in front of everyone.“

“Y/L/N-“ Hotch sat upright in his chair.

“Anyway, I uh, I’m not going to ask you to talk about it.” You reassured him, cutting him off. Still looking at the mug in your hands, you continued. “I just want you to know that you’re not alone in this. I, the team, will support you in any way we can.”

You could feel your heart speeding in your chest, you were sure your boss could even hear the thumping. You risked looking up. The usually stoic man’s gaze softened, his forehead smoothing out. Maybe Hotch wasn’t so scary all the time.

“My mother always liked to show it with tea,” You remembered the mug in your hands. Probably should explain that, yeah. “And it’s what I know so.. uhm..” You shuffled forward closer to his desk and settled the cup on top of the dark wood. Stepping back, your hands went to the back of your trouser legs.

Hotch stared at you, his expression not giving anything away. “You didn’t have to.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Think of it as repaying the favour.”

You watched as those big dark eyes softened, gaze switching to the mug now sat on his desk. Giving an tight lipped smile, you nodded awkwardly and turned to leave. You didn’t wanna overstay your welcome. As your hand reached for the door, your name being called stopped you in your tracks. Not your last name. Your name.

“Y/N?”

You turned, surprised at the switch from your surname to your first name. Hotch called everyone by their surnames, even Rossi sometimes. “Yeah?”

“Thank you.” He meant that. Sincerely.

You tried to stop the smile etching its way onto your face. You felt bold. “Don’t mention it.. Aaron.”

Hotch - Aaron cracked a small smile. A tiny quirk of his lips. You nodded at each other, your hand closing the door behind you as you left the office.

Taking the steps down to your desk, you didn’t see Hotch bring the mug to his lips, taking a swig. His eyebrows raised in approval. Another swig. Leaning back in his chair, he inhaled, looking to his left to watch the bullpen out of his office window. He spotted you carrying case files back to your desk, engrossed in conversation with Reid.

He sighed, his attention turning back to his desk, pausing before opening the drawer next to him. His fingers hovered over a brown envelope, picking it up and sliding the contents of it out in front of him. Taking a breath and another swig of tea, Hotch picked back up his pen and signed his name on the dotted line.

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otnesse · 2 days ago

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Put that way, it makes Sephiroth's descent into madness VERY understandable given the circumstances. Certainly far more understandable than how some actual real life figures actually went bonkers after reading some books (just look up the founders and founding philosophy of the French Revolution, for example, where they modeled their actions after the writings of people like Voltaire and Jean-Jacques Rousseau. Heck, even Marquis de Sade. Heck, just look at how Vladimir Lenin literally modeled the USSR and its practices after Karl Marx's writings [though I'd argue in Lenin's case, since his sister provided evidence that he was probably a bad seed to begin with, he was more like Albert Wesker than Sephiroth], or even how Sartre was implied to have done the same with his Existentialist philosophy and caused him to sing praises for various tyrants while claiming to believe in absolute freedom. And ironically enough, I'd argue that the French Revolutionaries were even MORE similar to Sephiroth than the others in the respect that those guys were also essentially not given the full truth due to Voltaire and his ilk DELIBERATELY spreading lies and misinformation in their agenda to essentially overthrow at least the Church if not God himself.). What's even worse is that, as I showed with those examples from the French and Russian Revolutions, even certain contemporary philosophers like Sartre, there's an ACTUAL real life basis behind Sephiroth's fall into madness (that said, at least Sephiroth had an understandable existential crisis even in the original game regarding his ACTUAL origins, or at least what he could glean out of it, for why he turned out the way he did, while the French Revolutionaries never quite got to that level of despair for why they did what they did.). It's actually part of the reason I'm currently terrified of Belle from Disney's Beauty and the Beast right now, fearing she'll ultimately turn out just like him down the line once she gets to certain books at a certain time period.

Oh yeah, and if you thought the original game was bad about this, the remake's even WORSE: At least the original game left the impression that Sephiroth was simply reading outdated research notes from Gast that the latter failed to update prior to his murder at Hojo's hands (meaning had Gast actually updated the research materials, Sephiroth probably wouldn't have sunk to that level of despair that he did). The remake, on the other hand, actually SHOWS the research journals he was reading from and reveals they had redactions included to them, which creates the unsetting implication that Gast DID actually try to update his research materials after learning from Ifalfna about Jenova's true nature before death, but Hojo made SURE to eliminate them even from the source material after murdering him, essentially meaning Sephiroth never stood a chance when the inevitable occurred.

The thing I would say is commonly misunderstood the most about Sephiroth is his reaction to discovering that he was “created.”

People get baffled by the Nibelheim Incident and say, “I guess finding out you were an experiment would be upsetting, but why would that fill him with so much rage that he started killing humans and wanting to destroy the entire planet?”

But it’s more like….no, imagine you were born inherently different from everyone else. Forget the extra tragic background stuff that some of us know for a moment. Just take that basic idea about being “born special.”

You are distinctly isolate. It’s in your literal DNA. You are physically and biologically “other” your entire life. Not with a disorder or deformity, but with some completely unique and separate make-up as a living being.

And you don’t like it. You don’t like being special and different. It’s a type of different that can be utilized because it manifests in unnatural, destructive power. Your physical strength and endurance are beyond human and are most suited to war and bloodshed. This strips you of the ability to assimilate into the world. It makes you fit best as a weapon.

You don’t get a family, home, or sense of secure, ordinary life. You don’t get to connect with the planet. You live in a completely different world from everyone else and look out at them through glass and steel.

Sure, they idolize you. Cool. They worship the physical otherness that you were born with. They admire your godly strength, they fawn over your looks, they obsess over your presence, blah blah. But it’s all distant noise to you. There’s no fulfillment in it. You don’t want praise and worship from behind glass and steel, you want something or someone to connect to.

You want your mother — because SHE would give you love, safety, acceptance, and humanity. You could feel human if you could run into the arms of the human that birthed you. The existence of your mother is proof that you are human for the time being. You need her so much.

But none of this is given to you and even though you look for answers, they somehow evade you for your entire life.

MEANWHILE, the only ones to steer and guide you are the company that brought you up and at least gave you a place to reside, a place to find purpose. In your mind, since you were born special, maybe this company is a type of salvation, even if you don’t like everything they do or…..anything about them at all, actually.

But hey! They still guide your power and strength. They still give you something to hang onto. They don’t attack you for being special, they just steer you to employ your abilities and that’s SOMETHING to hold onto. It’s a place where you can assimilate and be accepted in some way. Even if it hurts you. You OWE them.

Now cut to Nibelheim. You uncover it all. Every. Single. Lie. And lies on top of lies. What you discover isn’t even the full truth, but you THINK it is. You think you’ve just finally found out all the answers!

And it starts with your birth. Turns out you were created. You’re not human at all. You were created from the remains of an ancient being that was dug up from the earth and labeled as a separate species by humanity. It’s even dubbed a monster by some, and boy…does it sure look like one.

All of those differences you grew up with, all of those feelings of otherness, all of those fucking isolate traits that FORCED you to live in a cold, different world and that conveniently suited the needs of the greedy, corporate businessmen that raised you were produced and crafted by them.

Your “special existence” that took away every chance at normal, human life was not something you were born with and had no control over. It was literally the result of horrible, unethical experimentation. All of your years of trying to accept it and just do your job are now pointless. It’s like a robot discovering it never had any autonomy or soul because it was always a product made with false ideas about itself.

And to make things worse? Your mother is the other victim of the company that created you. They had her all along, trapped inside an experimental hellscape and hooked up to tubes and wires. Treated like a revered object the same way you were. She’s not human either. That means she’s the only one that can be one with you and understand you. Or so you believe.

All those years you spent separated from her, trying to make peace with what you thought was a natural difference in your DNA…all of it was meaningless because you were being lied to, controlled, used, and treated like the creation you were from the start. You were being kept from your mother and even told she was dead.

Of course you would break.

This is just the core of Sephiroth’s story and I’m not even mentioning all of the additional horror that goes into his life, but this alone would make anyone enraged beyond reason. It would send anyone into deep despair.

Sephiroth only climbed out of that pitch black despair by using hatred, rage, and the drive to return to his mother. He reshapes his entire person to embrace the monster Shinra created. He embraced what he believed they made him to be without his consent, and turned his back on the “others” besides himself and his mother.

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meirimerens · 2 days ago

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do you happen to have any headcanons about pascal curious and nervous subject? or any other sims 2 character for that matter :p

you get answered with anon from like yesterday #oops i had stuff on my plate teehee but Yes.

the nervous subject:

as far as nervous' #deal is i like to go with the Sims 2 For PSP lore that he willingly (or "willingly" - in quotes to express the murkiness of willingness when you're broke as shit) went in with the Beakers because he needed coin. in my head, like many kids who age out of the foster care system, he found himself age 18 not really having anywhere to go (no contact with the family during his stay in foster care), not really having had the best environment to learn any skill, he tells himself well fml 🤷‍♂️ might as well.

related to his 10 active point i think he's strong as shit. does not look like it (macdonalds_napkin_flying_out_of_window.txt). also very endurant - not necessarily fast, but his ass would smoke everyone in a long-distance run because he can just keep going. this is Not A Great Thing in his current #predicament because that just means he recuperates pretty fast from the experiments and so they just keep happening with little downtime.

bruises easily. and a lot because his prioperception is kind of fried so he's got always a blue spot somewhere.

i've #made #him in my ts4 game with a crooked nose and nose scar (which i draw, the crookedness of the nose translates a bit less since i'm always drawing his ass three-quartered) and those i think he got in foster care. even if he exists with 0 nice point i think that's an Experiment thing, he is not truly a Dipshit, but he's very early become quite rowdy. got into a tussle. got his nose broken. "you should see the other guy". this is also very funny to me because one of my OC has that same broken nose+scar deal

on the topic of My OC Has This in my mind's eye he's got tha Y-shaped autopsy scar. hector I Would Like To Award You the Highest Honor I Can Bestow [scars like the weird lesbians of my mind] did not really die, still has it. he understands that's probably a Scary thing for people to see + his ass doesn nawwwt want to deal with the question so when his best fwiend and his two Unsuspecting brothers try to get him to join for a relaxing heatwave afternoon in the strangetown pool he's like "i don't want to take my shirt off [THINKS FAST] because i'm insecure about being bony" and they're like "that's fine man no pressure 👍" [clueless]

le pascal curieux:

on one hand the phrase "gayscal bicurious" i had in the tags of my art once makes me hysterical and i genuinely leep fucking repeating it out loud to myself so often. devilish echolalic sound. on the other it is genuinely funny to me to imagine him realizing years later "why the fuck do i have beef with this guy over his gf i don't even like women 😐😐😐😐🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️". he keeps the beef though makes him feel alive #hatermindset #scorpio

after nervous told him "i have some... weird... living arrangement... and my roommates don't like to hear me play music out loud" pascal started putting songs he thinks nervous would like on an mp3 player. nervous gives it back to him every once in a while and update him on his taste so pascal can add more songs next time they see each other.

now not to get too deep into the politics of the sims franchise's mpreg. a pregnancy narrative hates to see me coming. but in my head... while he's a loving father and is protective and kind and genuinely obsessed with his kid once they're born & tutti quanti towards his little scrunkly... i think he lived the pregnancy pretty Lukewarmly. he knew that it Could happen, but well. the household description does mention "[getting] more than they were "expecting."". i think until halfway there he was like 😬 and then the Weird Scientist Brain kicked in and he was like "this is an Experience". pascal curious I Would Like To Award You the Highest Honor I Can Bestow. Post-Partum Depression (jesting. unless?)

not new of a headcanon because i've drawn it so it's probably obvious I think he's the shortest of the brothers and a Reliable Resident of Stockytown #shawty

bringing together Buddy Erwin Lore and "In his free time, he practices home psychoanalysis" i know the inhabitants of strangerville hate to see him hang out by erwin's Listening Station and psychoanalyzing every word that comes out of the mouth of the people he's bugged #nosy

erwin detour because i have this to say:

he drives a two-toned (orange and white) 1980 chevy k30 crew cab. a beat-up thing that he loves so muchhhh. looks like this (but imagine Oinge and not tan/camel)

speaking of cars i have something for Lazlo:

drives a 1986-1988 buick riviera. a purble one. exactly. i see it for him for the little screen inside #vintage #slay

stoner. with peace and love and zero derogatory tone. he feels it makes him think. it does. tbh i see the three dabbling. you're telling me vidcund has this beautiful greenhouse and they don't grow cannabis in there? you know that post that's like. my homie was making edibles and discovered passion for baking now he's a baker. this did not happen to lazlo he knew how to cook and bake completely independantly. but it helps. they let nervous smoke with them and they see him blink normally for the first time.

Ophelia Nigmos my shayla....

she has a Motorola RAZR V3 for phone. it is DECKED to the heavens with stickers and stick-on gems and phone charms

2004 is prime and i mean primeeee pop-punk/emo era (hence why she looks #likethat tbh) and she's deeeep in that. like Simple Plan's "I'm Just A Kid" came out 2002 and i knowwww she's having that shit on LOOP on her mp3 player. due to the fact that She's Just A Kid And Her Life Is A Nightmare

the bloggerrrr i know she is blogging. idk what strangetown could have as a mirror to the 2000s-2010s french "Skyblog" [les vrais connaissent tmtc] but girl... is.... BLOGGING!!!! either a Livejournal or a Blogger.

i just realized how long this poast was #oops but Basically Yes.

#another headcanon: tank grunt i have seen your psp secrets i know what you are. beeeee who you arrrrre 🌈#allô (answers)#anonymous #oh god. new tags.#ts2 headcanons #nervous lore #pascal lore #lazlo lore #ophelia lore #fml #carheads rise up

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brights-place · 2 days ago

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I have a giant ramble that I want to do explaining WHY ace is Unique magic is called joker snatch along with how clues were sent out why he is able to have such a unique magic like that. I want to ramble about it so badly because I AM SO DEDICATED on wanting to share what I enjoy badly like OMG IM TWEAKING Update: I DID IT ── .✦ Ace and his Unique Magic

#Book 7 #Ace #Ace Trappola #Rambles #Twst #Twisted wonderland #Twisted wonderland Ace #ace twst #ace rambles #disney twst #twst book 7

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s4svnn · 15 hours ago

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Out of bounds . JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; his love subjected you to the true extent of deception, a merciless lie wrapped in the illusion of paradise, until the truth tore it apart - he was always out of bounds.

↳ Jungkook x reader

↳ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing

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Chapter Thirty Nine

Monday:

Sitting in one of the back booths of the café, I stretched out my legs beneath the table, enjoying the small reprieve my break offered. The soft hum of conversations blended with the gentle whir of the coffee machines, creating a familiar background noise that I had grown used to over time. My caramel frappuccino sat in front of me, half-melted but still sweet and comforting as I absentmindedly swirled my straw through the icy liquid.

My eyes flicked over my phone screen, scrolling through the latest news without much thought—until something caught my attention, making me pause.

"Jungkook Jeon: Three Consecutive F1 Races Missed—Is His Dedication to the Sport in Question?"

I frowned slightly, my finger hesitating before tapping on the article. As my eyes skimmed through the text, the weight of the words slowly settled over me. The media had begun speculating about his absence, questioning whether he still had a future in Formula 1. Some reporters suggested that his sponsors were getting restless, while others debated if his team was intentionally keeping information under wraps. Regardless of the reasoning, one thing was clear—he had been noticeably absent from the last three races, and people were starting to wonder why.

I stared at my phone, my mind struggling to make sense of the information. Three races?

That wasn’t a coincidence. Jungkook never missed races, not unless there was a damn good reason. A part of me couldn’t help but wonder… did he really skip all of those because of me?

But almost as soon as the thought entered my mind, I shook it away. No. That’s not the Jungkook I know. He wouldn’t jeopardize his career over something like this. He probably has his own reasons.

I forced myself to push the idea aside, exhaling softly before switching to my messages. I replied to a text from my mom, letting her know I was doing fine, and then sent a quick response to Kayla, who had been spamming me with updates about some drama she had overheard at work.

So focused on my phone, I barely registered the subtle shift in the air around me, nor did I notice the presence of someone sliding into the booth directly across from me. It wasn’t until I heard a quiet throat-clearing that I finally looked up—only for my breath to momentarily hitch in surprise.

Jungkook.

But not the Jungkook I was used to.

The man sitting across from me looked… different. Gone was the usual all-black designer attire, the leather jackets and fitted shirts that screamed wealth and confidence. Instead, he was dressed in a simple beige hoodie, slightly oversized, paired with casual blue jeans. But the real shock was his hair. Normally, it was styled back with gel, sleek and polished, exposing the sharp angles of his face and the undercut beneath. But now, it was down, soft waves framing his features, giving him an almost boyish look. The change was subtle, yet completely disorienting.

For a long moment, I just stared at him, my mind struggling to reconcile this version of him with the one I had grown accustomed to. He looked… weirdly innocent.

Jungkook gave me a hesitant smile before letting out a small, shy "Hey."

I blinked, still processing the sight of him sitting here, looking nothing like the arrogant, untouchable racer I had come to resent.

When I didn’t immediately respond, he rubbed the back of his neck and let out a soft chuckle. "It’s weird, isn’t it? Seeing me like this?"

I tilted my head slightly, crossing my arms as I studied him. "Good to know you’re self-aware."

That made him laugh—a real laugh, not the usual amused scoff or smug chuckle he often used. It was warm, genuine, and something about it sent a strange sensation through my chest.

"I thought I’d step out of the ‘F1 racer Jungkook’ persona and back into just… me for a bit," he admitted, his fingers toying with the rings on his hands.

"Uh-huh," I said, unimpressed. "Now, what do you want?"

At my bluntness, he hesitated for a brief second before inhaling deeply, clearly gathering his thoughts. He shifted slightly in his seat, his fingers continuing to fidget with the silver bands on his hand—a nervous habit I had never seen from him before.

"Damian told me you’d give me a chance to make it up to you," he said finally, his voice steady despite the uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "So… I’m going to try my best. And, um…" He exhaled, finally meeting my gaze. "Thank you for hearing me out."

My eyebrows lifted slightly. Jungkook just said thank you?

I leaned back against the booth, regarding him carefully. "You have one week," I reminded him. "I’m not giving you any more than that, so make it count."

A small, determined smile tugged at his lips. "I will. I swear."

I sighed, glancing down at my phone to check the time. "Do you want anything to drink?"

Jungkook shook his head. "Actually, there’s somewhere I wanted to take you—if you’re up for it."

Before I could even consider my answer, a voice chimed in from behind me.

"She’s free. We got her shift covered."

I turned in my seat just in time to see Cyrus, Leah, and Serena standing a few feet away, their expressions smug and knowing.

"What—guys, no," I protested immediately, shaking my head. "I have work, I—"

"AJ," Leah cut in, lowering her voice to a whisper as she leaned in slightly, "do not leave the hot F1 racer waiting."

"Seriously," Serena added, smirking. "Go before we change our minds."

Before I could argue, all three of them stepped forward and, without warning, pushed me out of the booth—directly into Jungkook. I let out a startled oof as I stumbled into him, my hands instinctively reaching out to steady myself. Jungkook reacted quickly, his hands coming up to grip my waist, holding me firmly in place.

For a brief moment, neither of us moved.

I was suddenly, painfully aware of how close we were. The warmth of his hands through the fabric of my shirt, the steady rise and fall of his chest just inches from mine, the way his dark eyes flickered with something unreadable as he looked down at me. Behind me, my so-called friends were watching with delighted grins, waving me off like I was being shipped off to a rom-com moment I did not sign up for. Realizing Jungkook was still holding onto me, I cleared my throat and quickly stepped back, putting space between us.

"Lead the way," I mumbled, my voice coming out slightly more flustered than I would have liked.

Jungkook’s lips twitched slightly, as if he was fighting back a smirk, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned, leading the way toward the exit.

The crisp evening air brushed against my skin as Jungkook led the way through the parking lot, his hands stuffed into the front pocket of his beige hoodie. His pace was unhurried, casual, like he had all the time in the world, while I trailed slightly behind, my mind still trying to process how exactly I ended up here. I hadn’t planned on spending time with Jungkook—certainly not outside of work—and yet, here I was, following him without protest.

Parked effortlessly under the streetlights was a sleek, black Bugatti Chiron, its polished exterior gleaming under the glow. Even though I knew he had money, I still couldn’t help but blink at the sheer extravagance of it. This car wasn’t just expensive—it was a statement, a declaration of status and power. Of course, he’d drive something like this.

Without a word, Jungkook stepped ahead and pulled open the passenger-side door, holding it open for me. I hesitated for a brief moment before finally sliding into the seat, sinking into the plush leather interior. The inside of the car was pristine, the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air, mixing with the subtle scent of new leather.

I barely had a second to settle before Jungkook leaned in slightly, reaching across me to adjust the seatbelt where it rested against my shoulder. His hand brushed against my arm—just for a second—but it was enough to send an involuntary shiver through me.

"You good?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

I nodded, trying to ignore the way my heart stuttered. "Yeah."

He studied me for a second longer, as if making sure I wasn’t lying, before stepping back and shutting the door. A moment later, he slid into the driver’s seat, and with a press of a button, the engine roared to life, filling the air with a deep, thunderous growl. I glanced at him as he shifted gears, his fingers effortlessly gripping the wheel, his expression unreadable. Even dressed down in a hoodie and jeans, there was still something so composed about him—so effortlessly put together.

The car eased onto the road, gliding smoothly through the city streets. The only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and the soft melody playing from the speakers—low, slow, and melodic, completely different from the aggressive bass-heavy music I’d expected him to play.

For a while, neither of us spoke. The silence wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t easy either. It felt charged, like there were a hundred unspoken words sitting between us, waiting for one of us to break.

I shifted slightly in my seat, letting my gaze flicker down to his hands as they moved over the steering wheel—steady, controlled, and veined in a way that was hard to ignore. The silver rings on his fingers caught the light every time he shifted gears, the sight oddly mesmerizing.

I quickly looked away, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past us.

The drive stretched on in silence, the soft hum of music playing in the background as the city lights faded behind us. I watched as the buildings thinned out, replaced by open roads and scattered streetlights. The air grew cooler, the scent of saltwater slowly creeping into the car, mixing with Jungkook’s cologne.

After a few more minutes, he finally pulled the car to a smooth stop. I frowned, glancing out the window. My eyes widened slightly as I took in the view before me—a long stretch of sand, the waves rolling gently under the moonlight.

A beach. I turned to him, my brows furrowed in confusion. "You brought me to a beach?"

Jungkook nodded, his hands resting on the steering wheel as he glanced at me. "Yeah, uh… I thought the best way to go about this was by explaining a bit about me and my life before—well, everything."

I studied him for a moment, my curiosity piqued. "Okay… but is this place abandoned or something? How is it just us here?"

He let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "It’s not abandoned…I rented it out for a bit."

I blinked.

"You what?"

Jungkook ignored my outburst, smoothly unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car like he hadn’t just casually admitted to renting out an entire beach. I let out a sharp exhale, kissing my teeth in disbelief before hurriedly following.

The second I stepped out, the cool ocean breeze kissed my skin, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the air. The whole place felt… untouched. Peaceful. And it really was just us—the parking lot was empty, the usual sounds of laughter and chatter that came with public beaches were nowhere to be heard.

I trailed after him as he started walking down the wooden path leading toward the sand, my arms crossed over my chest. "Did you really have to rent out an entire beach?" I asked, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all.

Jungkook glanced over at me, his expression unusually serious. "Yeah. You’ll see why in a bit."

Something in his tone made me pause. He wasn’t joking, wasn’t just being dramatic or showing off. Whatever he was about to tell me—whatever this was—it actually meant something to him. I pressed my lips together before nodding, my heart beating just a little faster than before as I contemplated what it could be.

When we finally reached the sand, Jungkook hesitated for a second before bending down, slipping off his sneakers and socks. Without a word, he stepped forward, letting the tide lap at his feet. He stared out at the ocean, hands still in his pockets, shoulders tense.

I watched him for a moment before sighing and doing the same, shoving off my shoes and stepping forward. The water was cold against my skin, but refreshing. "So," I started, wrapping my arms around myself, "are you going to explain why we’re here, or are we just going to stare at the waves all night?"

Jungkook let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "You’re impatient."

I shrugged. "I just don’t like being kept in the dark."

He was silent for a second before exhaling, tilting his head up to the sky. "I used to come here a lot when I was younger," he finally admitted. "Before racing, before the cameras, before everything got so… complicated. This place was kind of my escape."

I frowned slightly, turning to fully face him. "Wait— you used to live here and what do you mean escape, escape from what?"

Jungkook hesitated, his jaw tightening before he finally met my gaze. "Yeah I only moved to Canada after I was recruited as a racer, and as for what I was escaping from, I was escaping from my dad. The pressure. And everything people expected me to be."

I stared at him, my lips parting slightly. Jungkook never talked about his family—at least not in any way that gave actual insight into his life. He was always the mystery, the untouchable golden boy with a million-dollar smile and an even more expensive lifestyle. But now, standing here under the moonlight, barefoot in the sand, he looked… human.

I swallowed, choosing my words carefully. "I never really thought about what it must’ve been like for you growing up," I admitted. "People only ever see the fame and success. They don’t think about what comes before all of that."

Jungkook let out a dry laugh, kicking at the sand with his toes. "Yeah. They see the cars, the trophies, the interviews. No one ever asks about what it took to get there." His voice was quieter now, almost lost to the sound of the waves. "My dad—he wasn’t the kind of guy to accept failure. If I wasn’t winning, I wasn’t enough. And for a long time, I let that define me."

I felt something twist in my chest at his words. I knew what it was like to feel like you were never enough, to have someone else’s expectations weigh on you so heavily that it felt impossible to breathe. But I never thought Jungkook—the Jungkook—could feel that way too.

I took a deep breath. "And now? Do you still feel like that?"

Jungkook was quiet for a long moment before he finally spoke. "I don’t know." He turned to look at me, his dark eyes searching mine. "Maybe that’s why I’m here."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

He hesitated again, and for the first time, I saw something in his expression that I didn’t expect—fear. "I missed those races for a reason Aylah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "And it wasn’t just because of you."

I blinked. "Then why?"

Jungkook ran a hand through his messy hair, exhaling sharply. "Because for the first time in my life, I don’t know if I want to race anymore."

His words hit me like a truck. I stared at him, my brain struggling to process what he just said. "You don’t—" I cut myself off, shaking my head in disbelief. "I thought you loved racing. It’s literally your life."

"Yeah," he said, voice laced with something unreadable. "Maybe that’s the problem."

I didn’t know what to say to that. The Jungkook I knew—the one the world knew—was built for this. He was fast, confident, unstoppable. The idea of him not wanting it anymore didn’t make sense. But looking at him now, the exhaustion in his eyes, the vulnerability in his expression… maybe it did.

"Why are you telling me this?" I finally asked.

Jungkook let out a breath, his gaze locked onto mine. "Because I don’t think there’s anyone else who would understand."

I could feel the weight of Jungkook’s presence beside me, like he was carrying something heavy, something I couldn’t fully grasp but could feel in the way he held himself. His eyes were distant, looking out at the water, but I could tell he was caught in his thoughts—caught in memories.

"I know about how things were with your mum," he said quietly, his voice steady but heavy, like the words were coated in something hard to shake off. "How she never supported your dream and made you feel like it wasn’t possible."

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. "How do you…?" I began, but he cut me off with an unexpected tenderness.

"You used to talk about her in your sleep," he said softly. "I heard you sometimes. And I could feel how much it hurt."

I blinked, stunned by the vulnerability in his voice. How could he possibly understand the depths of those whispered memories that I’d buried deep inside? I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t find the words.

His gaze shifted toward the water again, his eyes clouded with something I couldn’t read. "I know how much you wanted her approval," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid the sea would swallow his words. "And I get it. I know what it’s like to have someone you love not believe in you."

My chest tightened, but I didn’t know if it was because of his words or because they made me feel understood in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "How do you—?"

He turned his head slightly, his eyes darkened by a deep, hidden pain. "My dad," he said, his words slow and heavy, as if each one took everything from him. "My dad never supported me. All he ever wanted was for me to follow his path and become the son he could brag about, the son that was actually worth something. But my mum, God she was…so different."

I could hear the reverence in his voice when he spoke of her. The raw love that was still there, even after all this time. "What do you mean, 'was'?" I asked quietly, my heart aching as I fought the knot in my throat.

His eyes seemed to shutter, but the pain was still there, raw and bleeding. "She died when I was twelve," he whispered, as if the admission itself was a burden. "She couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t live with him, with the way he controlled everything. So she ended her life right here… on this beach." His voice cracked with emotion, and for the first time, I saw him as more than just the confident, arrogant racer. I saw him as a boy who had lost everything.

I was stunned, paralyzed by the weight of his words. "Jungkook…" I whispered, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to offer comfort for something so devastating. But he wasn’t finished.

He inhaled shakily, his shoulders trembling slightly as he fought back the tide of memories. "She drowned herself in the water here," he continued, voice thick with emotion. "And for years, I couldn’t come back. Every time I looked at this place, it felt like my past was strangling me, reminding me that no matter where I went, no matter what I did, I couldn’t outrun it."

I felt my heart crack at his words. I wanted to reach out to him, to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, but I was frozen. My chest ached for him. The ocean felt cold beneath my feet as I realized how long he had carried that pain. Alone.

"But now… I think I’ve finally found the strength to come back here, to face it," he said, his voice softer now, but filled with determination. "I’m ready to take my life back and make my own choices without letting my past control me. To finally move on… without it feeling like I’m trapped in my own mind."

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. I stood there, silent, trying to absorb the weight of everything he’d just shared. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to help him, but I knew one thing for sure—Jungkook wasn’t the person I had thought he was. He was more. So much more.

"I’m so sorry, Jungkook," I whispered, my voice barely audible, but I meant every word. "I’m sorry for everything you’ve had to go through."

He shook his head, his lips trembling into a faint smile. "Don’t be," he said, his voice raw but steady. He paused, turning to me with a look that held a vulnerability I had never seen in him before. "I want to learn how to live without letting everything that’s happened define me. I want to make the choices I want. Not just for me, but for you too. I want to be better for you."

His words hit me hard, a realization sweeping over me. He was trying, really trying to change. He wasn’t just asking for forgiveness—he was asking for a chance to rebuild himself. To start fresh. Not just for his sake, but for us.

"I…" My voice faltered as I swallowed, unsure of how to process everything.

Jungkook exhaled shakily, his jaw tightening as if he were forcing himself to stay in control. His eyes flickered with something deep, something raw, as he turned to me. "I'm sorry," he said, voice hoarse. "For everything I put you through. Every fucking thing I allowed to happen because of that bitch."

His words were filled with venom, but not towards me—towards himself.

I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat at the sheer emotion in his tone. "Jung—"

But he wasn’t done. His dark eyes locked onto mine, pleading, desperate. "I let you go that day because I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought if I pushed you away, you wouldn’t have to deal with the same hell she put me through. I thought I was setting you free."

A cold chill ran down my spine. My heartbeat stuttered as a horrible realization began to settle in my chest.

What the hell was he talking about?

My voice came out sharper than I intended. "What do you mean?" I demanded, stepping closer. "What did she do?"

His lips parted slightly, his entire body going rigid as if he was battling with himself. His throat bobbed, his breathing uneven. He looked at me like he wanted to say something—like he wanted to finally tell me everything.

But then he dropped his gaze.

"I’ll tell you another time," he whispered, barely loud enough to hear over the waves. His voice was laced with something heavy—regret, sorrow, fear. "But for now, I just need you to know how fucking sorry I am." His fists clenched at his sides, his entire frame tense. "I shouldn’t have let her put you through that shit. Not when I know what it feels like. Not when I know how much it can destroy a person."

His words hit me like a freight train.

"Jungkook…" I breathed, my voice breaking.

He shook his head, his jaw clenched as if he was barely holding himself together. "You don’t get it," he said, his voice cracking. "I knew what was happening. I saw it, I fucking felt it, and I still did nothing. I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve fought harder. I should’ve—"

"Look it’s not entirely your fault," I interrupted, stepping closer. "You didn’t have control over everything—"

"But I should have!" His voice was loud, filled with frustration—frustration with himself. His hands raked through his hair, tugging slightly as if trying to ground himself. "I should’ve done something. I should’ve stopped her before any of this happened. But I didn’t. I was too afraid."

I stared at him, feeling my chest tighten at the sheer anguish in his expression.

"I was afraid of losing everything," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper now. "Afraid of what she’d do, afraid of being the person my dad hated." He exhaled sharply, his fists trembling at his sides. "But now… I finally feel like I can change that. That I can take back control. And I promise you—I will."

There was something in his voice, something fierce and unwavering. He wasn’t just saying this to comfort me. He meant it.

I swallowed hard, my lips parting slightly, but no words came out.

Jungkook turned fully to face me then, his eyes locking onto mine with a depth that made my heart ache. "I promise," he continued, his voice softer now, "that I will make these next few days worth it. That I will show you just how much I love you."

The world around me seemed to stop.

I felt my breath hitch, my heart pounding so hard it was deafening. "Y-you…" My voice trembled. "You love me?"

Jungkook let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes darted away before meeting mine again. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice shy but sure. "I have for a while." He exhaled, his lips twitching into the smallest, most uncertain smile I’d ever seen on him. "So please… just let me try my best to make it up to you."

My entire body stilled.

This was Jungkook. The same Jungkook who had driven me insane, who had hurt me, who had made me feel like I was nothing. The same Jungkook who, despite all of that, had always felt like home.

And he loved me.

A part of me wanted to push him away, to guard myself from the possibility of being broken all over again. But another part—a quieter, more fragile part—wanted to believe him.

I hesitated, then slowly gave him a small nod.

Jungkook exhaled in relief, his shoulders relaxing slightly, as if some of the weight he’d been carrying had lifted.

We didn’t say anything after that. Instead, we both turned to face the ocean again, letting the sound of the waves consume us. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable—it was full of unspoken words, of understanding, of a past that had nearly destroyed us both but hadn’t.

The wind blew strands of my hair into my face, but I didn’t bother fixing it. I was too lost in thought, too consumed by the weight of everything that had just happened.

Jungkook loved me.

And somehow, despite everything…I didn’t know whether to run from it or run to it.

Tuesday:

The soft buzzing of my phone dragged me out of sleep, the vibration humming against my nightstand. Groggily, I reached out, my fingers fumbling for the device as I blinked away the haze of sleep. As I turned my phone over, my brows furrowed slightly at the name lighting up my screen.

Jungkook: Morning, I know it’s early, but I have something planned if you’re up for it.

I stared at the message for a moment, still half-asleep and trying to process the fact that Jungkook was actually texting me. That yesterday had actually happened. That he had confided in me about his childhood and admitted he was in love with me.

A part of me had expected him to back out of this whole “making it up to me” thing. That maybe, after last night, he’d realize that this wasn’t worth it. That I wasn’t worth it. But here he was, first thing in the morning, still trying. I hesitated for a moment before finally typing back.

Me: Morning. What exactly do you have planned?

His response was almost instant.

Jungkook: That’s for me to know and for you to find out. Just be ready in an hour. I’ll pick you up.

I rolled my eyes but felt a small, involuntary smile tug at my lips.

Me: Fine. But if this is some elaborate scheme to throw me into a lake or something, just know Kayla will hunt you down.

Jungkook: Noted. See you soon.

With a sigh, I tossed my phone onto the bed and stretched, running a hand through my tangled hair. I swallowed, pushing the thoughts aside. I had agreed to give him a chance and maybe just maybe he deserved it.

I stood outside Kayla’s house, arms crossed over my chest, waiting for Jungkook to show up. The morning air was crisp, the kind that carried the lingering chill of the night before but promised warmth as the sun climbed higher. I had dressed casually—light-washed jeans, a cropped white t-shirt, and my favorite sneakers—choosing comfort over style since I had no idea what he had planned.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a simple text from him.

Jungkook: I’m here.

Right on cue, the deep hum of an engine broke the quiet street, and I turned to see a sleek black Audi R8 pulling up. My brows lifted slightly. No flashy Bugatti today? The window rolled down, revealing Jungkook in the driver’s seat. His dark hair was down and fluffy again, falling naturally over his forehead, but today he was back in his usual style—black fitted t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and silver rings on his fingers.

He rested his arm on the window frame, scanning me with those sharp eyes before a small smirk tugged at his lips. “Hey,” he said smoothly. “You look nice.”

I raised a brow. “If this is your way of buttering me up, it’s not going to work.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It was worth a try. Now, get in.”

I hesitated, studying him for a moment before sighing and walking around to the passenger side. The second I slipped into the seat and shut the door, his cologne hit me—a mix of warm spice and something undeniably Jungkook.

As he pulled onto the road, I glanced at him. “So, are you actually going to tell me where we’re going, or am I just supposed to blindly trust you?”

Jungkook smirked, fingers tapping idly against the steering wheel. “Trust is a strong word.”

I scoffed. “Exactly my point.”

He let out a soft laugh but didn’t answer my question. Instead, he reached for the volume dial, turning up the music playing softly through the speakers.

The ride was quiet after that, the only sound filling the car being the music and the faint hum of the engine. Every now and then, I found myself sneaking glances at him—at the way his hand gripped the steering wheel, veins prominent as his fingers flexed and moved, at how his jaw tensed slightly whenever he focused on the road.

It felt… different. Like we were two people simply going on a drive. No history weighing us down. No past mistakes lingering between us. After nearly an hour of driving, the scenery around us began to shift. I frowned slightly, recognizing some of the winding roads.

"Wait a second," I murmured, sitting up straighter as I glanced out the window. "Are we going to—?"

Jungkook just smiled but didn’t say anything.

Fifteen minutes later, he pulled onto a long stretch of road, leading to what looked like an old racetrack. It wasn’t grand or modern—no massive stands, no flashing billboards. It was smaller, more intimate, surrounded by trees, with faded tire marks scarring the asphalt.

The kind of place that held more history than most people would ever know.

Jungkook parked near the entrance, cutting the engine. He didn’t say anything right away, just stared out at the track with a look in his eyes I couldn’t quite place.

Finally, he exhaled. “This is the first track I ever visited.”

I turned to him in surprise. “Seriously?”

He nodded, gripping the steering wheel loosely. “Yeah. My mom used to bring me here when I was little.”

I blinked. “Your mom?”

He leaned back, running a hand through his hair as he looked at the track. “Most people assume my dad was the one who got me into racing. But it was my mom. She was the one who taught me about cars, who told me stories about racers and how they dedicated their lives to the sport. She used to sneak me out here when my dad wasn’t home, just so I could watch the local drivers practice.”

I stared at him, my heart twisting in my chest. “I had no idea.”

He let out a soft chuckle, but it was hollow. “To be fair no one does.”

I glanced out at the track, imagining a younger Jungkook standing here, wide-eyed and excited as his mom explained the mechanics of the cars speeding by. It was a side of him I’d never seen before—one that made him feel more human, more real.

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked quietly.

Jungkook turned to me, his gaze softer than I’d ever seen it. “Because… this place was basically home to me and my mum.” He exhaled slowly. “So I wanted to share that with you.”

I swallowed, my throat tightening. He wasn’t just trying to win me over or put on a show. He was letting me in.

A breeze swept through the open track, rustling my hair as I stepped out of the car. The air smelled of asphalt and nostalgia, like years of burnt rubber and faded dreams still clung to the ground. Jungkook stood a few steps ahead, hands shoved into the pockets of his grey sweatpants, his gaze fixed on the empty track in front of us.

I wasn’t sure what to say, or even if I should say anything. There was something fragile about the way he was looking at this place, as if the moment I opened my mouth, I’d shatter whatever memory was playing in his mind.

“You know… I still remember the first time she brought me here,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of something deeply buried. “I was six. Too young to even understand what Formula 1 was, but old enough to know that I loved the way the cars sounded.”

I tilted my head, watching as his lips curled into a soft, almost wistful smile.

“She used to lift me onto her shoulders so I could see over the fence,” he continued. “I remember gripping onto her hair and just… staring in awe at the drivers as they zoomed past.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “She used to say that cars had souls, that if you listened closely enough, you could hear them speak to you.”

I found myself smiling at the thought. “She sounds amazing.”

“She was.” His smile faltered slightly, but he didn’t let the sadness fully take over.

I shifted on my feet, suddenly understanding why he had brought me here. This wasn’t just any racetrack. This was where his love for racing started. Where, for at least a little while, his life had belonged to him and not to the expectations that had been forced onto him.

I took a slow breath, stepping up beside him. “What was she like?”

Jungkook turned to me, surprise flickering across his face before it softened into something warmer. “She was stubborn. Like, really stubborn.” He chuckled. “But she was also the kindest person I’ve ever met. She had this way of making everyone feel like they mattered. Like they were worth something.”

His expression darkened slightly, a shadow passing over his features. “That’s why I never understood why she stayed with my dad for so long. She deserved better.”

I hesitated before asking, “Did she ever try to leave?”

He nodded slowly. “She did. A couple of times. But every time she tried, he found a way to pull her back in.” His jaw clenched. “He had this… way of making her feel like she couldn’t survive without him. And I think, in the end, she started to believe it.”

I could hear the anger in his voice, the frustration of a child who had watched his mother suffer but had been powerless to stop it.

Before I could say anything, he suddenly turned to me, eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine.

“That’s actually another reason why I let you go,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I froze.

“What?”

Jungkook exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “That day…when I let you walk away from me—I did it because I thought I was protecting you.” He let out a hollow laugh. “I told myself that if I let you go, you wouldn’t end up like her. You wouldn’t end up trapped in something you couldn’t escape from.”

My throat tightened as I took in his words.

“But I was wrong,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “All I did was hurt you. And that’s the last thing I ever wanted to do.”

I didn’t realize my hands were shaking until I clenched them into fists.

His eyes burned with something raw, something vulnerable. “I know I don’t deserve another chance. I know I fucked up in ways I can’t even begin to fix. But for what it’s worth, I swear to you—I never wanted to be the reason you were in pain.”

I felt my chest tighten, emotions clashing inside of me—anger, hurt, confusion, but most of all, an ache I didn’t know what to do with. Silence fell between us again, thick and heavy.

Then, after a long pause, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of car keys.

I frowned. “What are you doing?”

His lips curled into a small smirk. “I figured since we’re here, I might as well teach you how to drive on a track.”

I blinked. “You what?”

Jungkook held out the keys, the amusement in his eyes making it clear that he wasn’t joking. “You told me once that you always wanted to try racing, but you never got the chance.” He shrugged. “So, I’m giving you that chance.”

I stared at the keys in his hand, my heart pounding.

This man was a walking contradiction. One moment, he was breaking my heart with confessions I wasn’t sure how to process. The next, he was standing there, challenging me to take a risk, to do something I had only ever dreamed of.

I exhaled sharply, snatching the keys from his hand. “Fine. But if I crash, you’re paying for damages.”

Jungkook laughed, the sound lighter than before. “Deal.”

Jungkook led me towards the pit area, where a sleek black car was waiting. The polished surface gleamed under the bright overhead lights, its presence almost intimidating. I trailed behind him, the keys he had just handed me feeling oddly heavy in my grip.

“You sure about this?” I asked, eyeing the car warily.

Jungkook turned to me with a smirk. “You scared?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “No. Just… cautious.”

He chuckled, leaning against the hood of the car. “Good. Caution keeps you alive. But hesitation?” He tapped his fingers against the metal. “That’s what stops people from ever getting started.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You sound like some motivational speaker.”

Jungkook laughed, pushing himself off the hood. “Maybe, but I’m serious. Trust yourself, you know cars better than anyone I’ve ever met, so driving one should come naturally.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, knowing he wasn’t wrong. I had spent my whole life obsessed with cars—sketching designs, studying mechanics, dreaming of building something groundbreaking. But actually being behind the wheel of a race car? That was something else entirely.

Still, the challenge was too tempting to ignore.

With a deep breath, I walked around to the driver’s side and slid into the seat. The interior was all leather and high-tech controls, the kind of craftsmanship I’d only ever seen up close a handful of times.

Jungkook leaned down, resting his arms on the open window. “Comfortable?”

I glanced up at him, fingers grazing over the steering wheel. “As I’ll ever be.”

He grinned before stepping back. “Alright. Start it up.”

I took a steadying breath and turned the key. The engine roared to life, vibrating beneath me like a living thing. A rush of excitement shot through me, my fingers tightening instinctively around the wheel.

“Okay,” Jungkook said, his tone shifting into something more serious. “The track is all yours. No pressure, no expectations. Just go at your own pace.”

I exhaled slowly, shifting the car into gear. “Got it.”

The first few moments were cautious. I eased the car forward, letting myself get a feel for how it handled. The power beneath my hands was unlike anything I had ever experienced—smooth yet commanding, ready to surge forward at the slightest command.

As I hit the first turn, something clicked.

I wasn’t just driving. I was feeling the car, the way it moved, the way it responded to my touch. The caution I had held onto melted away, replaced with something I hadn’t expected—freedom.

Jungkook was right. I had spent years studying cars, memorizing every detail of their designs, their builds, their potential. But now, for the first time, I wasn’t just observing. I was experiencing it.

The speed. The control.

I pressed the accelerator, and the car surged forward, hugging the curves of the track as if it were an extension of me. The wind rushed past, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the engine.

I was flying.

By the time I completed a full lap, my adrenaline was sky-high. I pulled back into the pit area, my hands shaking slightly as I shifted into neutral and shut off the engine.

Jungkook was waiting, arms crossed, a proud smirk on his lips. “Not bad for a first-timer.”

I let out a breathless laugh, my body still buzzing from the high. “Holy shit.”

He chuckled. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. It really does.”

Jungkook tapped the roof of the car. “Told you.”

I climbed out, my legs slightly unsteady beneath me. Jungkook was watching me closely, his expression softer now. “You belonged out there,” he said, almost to himself. “I could see it.”

Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten.

I looked down, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up my neck. “Well, don’t get used to it. This was just a one-time thing.”

Jungkook tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You sure about that?”

I hesitated.

Was I?

Before I could answer, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the stands. “Come on.”

“Jungkook—where are we going now?”

He didn’t answer, just led me up the steps until we reached one of the higher rows. From here, we had a perfect view of the entire track.

Jungkook sat down first, motioning for me to do the same. I hesitated before lowering myself beside him, the warmth of his body radiating next to mine.

For a while, we just sat there in silence, watching the track stretch out beneath the night sky.

Then, his voice broke the stillness.

“My mom used to bring me up here after a race.” His gaze was distant, lost in memory. “We’d sit together and just watch the cars go by. She’d always tell me that one day, I’d be down there—one of them.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “And she was right.”

I watched him carefully, the soft glow of the floodlights casting shadows across his face. “She’d be proud of you.”

His throat bobbed, but he didn’t look at me. “I’d hope so.”

I reached out, hesitating for only a second before gently placing my hand over his. His fingers twitched beneath mine, but he didn’t pull away.

“I know so,” I murmured.

Jungkook turned his palm upward, his fingers hesitantly lacing through mine. He held me there, grounding me, as if the moment would slip away if he let go.

“I haven’t brought anyone here before,” he admitted, his voice quiet but steady.

I glanced at him, surprised. “Not even your team? Or…Jade?”

He shook his head. “No. This place isn’t just a track to me. It’s…more than that. It was where I felt closest to my mom and where I learned to dream.” He exhaled softly. “I never wanted to taint it with anything else.”

His words settled in my chest, heavier than I expected.

“Then why bring me here?” I asked carefully.

Jungkook turned his head fully, facing me now. His dark eyes were steady, holding something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face.

“Because you remind me of her.”

A lump formed in my throat.

I should have looked away, should have let go of his hand before things went too far. But I didn’t. Because despite everything—despite the past, despite the walls I had built between us—his words made something deep inside me crack.

I wanted to fight it. But at the same time, I wanted to believe him.

“I—”

Before I could say anything, Jungkook suddenly stood, pulling me up with him. “There’s one last thing I want to show you.”

I let him lead me down the stairs and back toward the pit area. The air was crisp against my skin, but Jungkook’s hand in mine was warm, steady.

When we reached the track, I saw another car waiting. But this time, it wasn’t a sleek racing machine. It was an older model, worn but well taken care of. Jungkook walked up to it, running his fingers along the hood with something close to reverence.

“This was my mom’s car,” he said softly.

I blinked in surprise. “Wait, this?”

He nodded. “Yeah. She used to drive me around in this all the time. It’s the first car I ever learned to work on.” He let out a small chuckle. “Probably the reason I fell in love with cars in the first place.”

I stepped closer, running my hand along the smooth surface. It wasn’t flashy like the cars Jungkook usually drove. But there was something about it—something sentimental, something real.

“She really taught you everything, didn’t she?” I murmured.

Jungkook smiled, but there was a sadness in it. “Yeah. Everything that mattered.”

I looked up at him, my heart aching for the boy he used to be. The boy who lost his mother too soon. The boy who had to grow up under a father who never truly saw him.

I reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “Thank you for bringing me here,” I said sincerely.

His gaze softened. “Thank you for coming.”

For a moment, we just stood there, the weight of unspoken words hanging between us.

Then, Jungkook cleared his throat, stepping back. “Alright, enough of the heavy stuff. You up for another drive?”

I raised an eyebrow. “You want me to drive this?”

He grinned. “It’s a piece of history. It deserves to be driven.”

I hesitated, then smirked. “Fine. I’ll do it in honour of your mum.”

“She’d love that.” he said, a distant smile playing on his lips.

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ithinkivegoneferal · 2 days ago

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Updated list from today

Guys to take away some of the pain of rj jousha and Maggie leaving(😕☹️💔☹️😭) I have decided to share my secret outsiders list that has been formatted throughout the soc Saturdays

I present to you my outsiders cartwrel list

#soc saturday #there so silly #Dan berry #cole zieser #barton cowperthwaite #anna kendrick #YAY!!#is this freakish of me #will update from 8:15 live #yasss #divas #why did i do this?#i will never know #who should I get next guys

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memlelandian · 3 days ago

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TW//Pedophilia mentions, doxxing, slurs, general disgusting behavior

Here's a call-out post that I didn't think anyone would see from me.

1/?

It's about this user who goes by OhSoStupid, LorenzoLHI, and LHI2010 (as far as I know). He is a user known in the Mii Community and the MySims community.

I want to spread awareness about this user because I've heard from a mutual they got spammed and raided by accounts on DeviantArt, in which they harassed them, accused them of being a pedophile and liking porn, and just spamming disgusting comments. I will get into why Lorenzo has something to do with these accounts.

Screenshots below (Victim's real name censored for their privacy) (ALL SCREENSHOTS BELOW DO NOT BELONG TO ME)

Ofc one of the accounts had used one of Mario's pfp and their real name in their username, which is likely to trigger them. And just accusing them of pedophilia for whatever reason? Like no, he did not hurt your younger brother numerous times. And the other account just being a fucking weirdo towards said user. I will get back to Lorenzo again, because the mutual who got raided by these accounts had a feeling that these accounts were made by Lorenzo.

Another screenshot below with Lorenzo's main DA account:

This is due to the spam and weird comments (could arguably be for humor reasons, but still weird), and accusing Mario for loving porn like the other account.

It doesn't seem to be clear on why Lorenzo is targeting Mario on this, though he speculates that it could be because of having Lorenzo banned from the MyServer discord and "spreading rumors about him" due to evidence of Lorenzo making disgusting and problematic posts on his old DA account (which was still from 2024 btw) (Also, this is the ONLY interaction Mario had with Lorenzo btw)

Yep, there's more evidence of Lorenzo being a weird, and because of this, they likely raided Mario's DA to get back at him and making tasteless and out of pocket accusations of him.

Full screenshots of evidence here below.

This is a major reason why Lorenzo was banned from the MyServer.

Apparently Lorenzo says he created a new one because of the iffy content he posted.

You understand and admit what you posted was weird, and then get called out and banned from the MyServer, and try to get back at Mario because he apparently said you are banned from the MyServer due to members getting disgusted by his behavior, and that he "spread rumors about you", and all this just to get revenge on him? How fucking petty can you be?

And also, by the time of typing this, a friend of mine got confirmation that Lorenzo DID raid Mario's DA. HOWEVER, he wasn't the only person to do this, apparently someone named Max got involved and also helped troll Mario.

Max's involvement also extends on Youtube, commenting "fart", accusing Mario on loving porn again, and being a weirdo and harassing him.

Mario also posted evidence on Lorenzo and Max's behavior incase they get deleted

https://youtu.be/sCu-UvXux1w?feature=shared

This just pasts beyond the point of "trolling", because, again, why just attack someone over getting rightfully banned for disgusting behavior on DeviantArt?

Hope this is enough to spread awareness on this user. Please know that I tried to put as much as I know into this post because this is fucked and a call-out post had to be made. If you see this post, please share it. And do not interact with this user. Report him, block him, and spread this post around as much as you can. Please do the same with Max, I do not know his socials so I can't rly put them here, but still.

Please give me more updates on Lorenzo if you know any more shit that he has done so I can understand more what he has done.

#Miiblr #mii community #Mysims #My sims #My simblr

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malababatoja · 9 hours ago

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"Strangeview is a pleasant stopover town, but it also keeps its secrets. Why do people mysteriously dissapear here? Do aliens live among townspeople? Could it be just a coincidence? Stay for a bit and find out yourself."

We're FINNALY back with the final version of the Strangeview - new playable neighborhood based on @budgieflitter crazy idea to mix Pleasantview and Strangeview into one.

The neighborhood comes in two versions:

V1 With Bella as a townie as in Clean Pleasantview

V2 With missing Bella as in OG Pleasantview (based on April Black video, debunking how it's actually done, that Bella is missing)

The neighborhood is for UC or LC; it is a maxis match neighborhood, except 4 recommended mods/CC below.

The townies and sims have slightly updated looks to match the Strangetown vibe.

Almost every lot was build by @peanuttysims and I think he did an AMAZING job. He've got such a talent!!!

Every house is a combination of both family houses of OG sims.

The Neighborhood comes with a few new lots, every one of them is done in Strangetown vibe. There is crappy "Gas Station"; Trailer Park as a apartment lot; Club/Restaurant in the old factory; a Strangeview Cemetery with a few graves of the deceased; a Pleasantview park made into Strangetown climate.

RECOMMENDED MODS & CUSTOM CONTENT:

# A mod "Watch TV from all chairs"

https://modthesims.info/d/462269/watch-tv-from-all-chairs.html

There could be problems with sims not-sitting while watching TV. This mod fixes it.

# Mirrored spiral stairs from AL

https://www.thesimsresource.com/artists/AnoeskaB/downloads/details/category/sims2-sets-objects/title/mmf-spiral-stairs-apartment-life/id/842450/

Just a mirrored version of Apartment Life spiral stairs, they're used in some of the houses.

# Conversion of female "MessyBob" to use also for men

https://modthesims.info/d/636003/vq-yam-em-messybob-ftm-conversion.html

# CREATURE FIXES by Pescado!!! For Lilith and future sims with alien eyes so the eyes work properly.

# There MAY be problem with Lilith having a normal eyes, while she should have ALIEN eyes. EVEN with Pescado mod. Sometimes game bugs out like this when an alien is a teenager. For better immersion You can download Alien Contacts and give them to the bugged teenager from the makeup/accesories category.

https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims2-body-makeup/title/alien-contacts/id/128166/

Once more I want to thank @peanuttysims for amazing collab, and also @sepomitiva , @dina-caliente and Flatera for testing the neighborhood before the release <3

DOWNLOAD V1 With Bella as a townie

DOWNLOAD V2 With OG missing Bella

Have a great time, xoxo

#thesims2 #sims2 #sims2neighborhood #customneighborhood #strangetown #pleasantview #sims2legacycollection #sims2cc #sims2mod #s2cc #sims2download #thesims2download #strangeviewneighborhood #strangeview #bellagoth

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 2 days ago

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New Fic: faded from the winter

Part 4 of my Buck & Cranberry series is out now!

Thank you @mickeysupset for the request on my fic form!

Summary:

Eddie struggles to bounce back after the shooting. Buck starts leaving him with his service dog, Cranberry.

Snippet:

Cranberry comes tearing through the house towards him, squealing with excitement that he’s home. But right before she crashes into where he sits on the couch, she stops. She looks at him blankly for a moment. Eddie tenses. Chris is sitting beside him, watching both of them. Eddie doesn’t want to react to the dog acting differently, so he keeps very still. But why? Why did she stop? Can she sense that something is missing about him?

Cranberry takes a tentative step forward and starts to sniff his legs.

“It’s okay, Cran,” Chris says. “Dad is okay. He missed you.”

Eddie keeps still. His throat feels very tight. He feels like he might cry.

But then Cranberry wags her tail, licks Eddie’s knee, and hops up onto the couch.

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Tagging:

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@diazsdimples @exhuastedpigeon @aquamarineglitter @loserdiaz @steadfastsaturnsrings

@your-catfish-friend @incorrect9-1-1 @hawaiianlove808 @babytrapperdiaz @watchyourbuck

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@buddieswhvre @l0v3t0hat3y0u @mage8 @theautumnbard @lightningmcqueer28

@kultiras @inell @mrs-f-darcy @spencers1nonlygf @nibblyssacrifice

@thetommoway-oioii @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @buddiekinard @sazanahashi

As always, let me know if you'd like to be added to my writing updates tags :)

#daisies and briars writes #buck service dog fic #911 fanfic #911 fic #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #eddie x buck #buddie fanfic #buddie 911

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jazeswhbhaven · 2 days ago

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omg ya'll so....😭

this is totally on me btw, but if anyone remembers I was asked last year in November to ask about Ark Academy and I emailed PB which at first I thought they didn't reply to me and for whatever reason in my inbox I'm JUST NOW finding out they did email me the end of November last year......this is what they had to say btw:

Hello this is Prettybusy. We first wish to thank you for your patience while waiting for our reply.

Ark Academy is being developed by a separate team. However, due to the small size of the team, the development progress is a bit slower, so there are limitations on the amount of information we can share at the moment. According to the team's internal discussions, the goal is to bring you some new updates by the end of this year.

Thank you so much for your interest in Ark Academy. If you have any other questions, feel free to contact us anytime!

So since this was dated Nov.28th of last year this means since we didn't get any updates about it they didn't meet their goal which sounds like it's to be expected with the smaller team that's working on Ark Academy. However this also has me wondering if that's why there's so much down time between chapters. Because not only were they working on the 13+ version, there is another team working on Ark Academy at the same time while they have to pump out stuff for us on WHB....

It's probably lookin' like we're getting a new chapter for WHB every 5+ months at this rate based on this amount of workload.

#jwhbrandom blurbs🖤#whb prettybusy #prettybusy ark academy #pb emails!

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katyawriteswhump · 3 days ago

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love and other catastrophes at the omega cafe (2/8)

I’ve was totally overwhelmed (in the best possible way) by the reaction to chapter 1 of this fic—billions thank yous 💚I will admit I got a bit nervous about this chapter and not letting everyone down, but it’s a long one, and I really, really hope you enjoy! I will probably be updating every weekend, more regularly if I can 💚

Summary: Steve is a runaway Omega who gets a job at an Omega café, where he’s basically paid to curl up and purr in Alphas’ laps. It’s legal, and he earns a living, rents his own place. He’s getting along fine for a packless Omega. Then Alpha rockstar Eddie Munson turns up for an hour of ‘kitty’ petting, and shatters Steve’s fragile little world…

Rating: M (will be E); Chapter length: 4000 words, No major warnings; Tags: omega steve, alpha eddie, a/b/o dynamics, rockstar eddie, fluff and angst; (It won't get tooooo angsty, I promise)💚Chapter 1 on tumblr On Ao3

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Chapter 2

After waking up in Eddie's lap, Steve dabbed his lips again. He dared peep upward. His burning cheek was pressed to Eddie’s solid Alpha chest, his hand creeping helplessly up the faintly soggy black t-shirt.

Eddie was beaming, for sure. He was also wearing a pair of ray-bans and a baseball cap with ‘Bite me, Baby,’ emblazoned on it. He’d gotten the collar of his jean-jacket turned up. After a further moment of confusion, this time at Eddie’s transformation, Steve gasped in a lungful of Eddie’s smoky-plummy scent.

Eddie was a rockstar. Who doubtless wished to remain incognito. Somewhat like Steve did, although Steve was a very long way from home, and… Nope, he wouldn’t think about that. No way could Eddie have wanted to stay so long, while the café filled up with customers.

On the other hand, Eddie could have woken Steve anytime.

He hadn’t.

“Good snooze, Steve?” Eddie’s vibes remained totally chill.

“Yeah. Um…thanks?” Steve wriggled slightly, sitting up straighter on Eddie’s lap. “I’m not supposed… Why didn’t you wake me?”

“And interrupt that blissful purring? Sweetness, you delivered exactly what I paid for, and I didn’t even get a cramp—insane!”

Eddie’s arms tightened into a full-on hug, keeping him in place. The fleece blanket had slipped off them, and the intense heat rolling from Eddie’s body teetered on the right side of scorching. It was unsettling not being able to read Eddie’s eyes. But if Eddie still didn’t want him to shift, no part of Steve was gonna argue.

Then Steve felt it.

That slab of Alpha cock gouging somewhere north of his knees. He felt slick trickle lightly, heat flushing down his face and neck, and then…

Carol hollered, “Chrissy, the pancakes were for table three, you ditzy O-head!”

“Yeah?” Chrissy replied, quieter but no less shrill: “You try reading your chicken scratch handwriting!”

That ripped Steve from whatever dreamland he’d been sucked back into. It seemed to shatter the moment for Eddie too: “Weeeell, it’s been fun, Kitty-cat. ’Fraid I gotta love ya and leave ya. I’m gonna get my ass busted for being late at the studio.”

He released Steve, who slid off his lap backwards and clumsily. Steve’s elbows and butt landed on the sofa with a thud, his feet taking their place on Eddie’s thighs. The loss of full-body contact sent a wretched shiver through him. Before he could gather himself, Eddie had gathered up his goddamn feet in his large, rough-feeling hands:

“Steve, are these feet or ice chips?”

Oh God, oh God, oh God!

Eddie launched into the most delicious foot massage, thumbs gently kneading into his arches, then leaning forward to lavish his feet with warm gusts of breath:

“You have the cutest toesies, Honey, you know that?”

Steve’s terror ratcheted up a whole new notch. He sure as heck didn’t have a foot kink, but Eddie’s relentless touch unhinged him. In all his time working at ‘Kitties,’ he’d never felt so close to losing control, to melting into a puddle of need. Weren’t the blockers supposed to curb such extreme reactions to even the most sizzling Alphas?

And Jesus Christ, Eddie’s lush mouth was so close to Steve’s feet now. Too close—was he gonna kiss them?

Steve spotted Carol back at the cash register, casually glancing their way. With an effort, he swung his legs off Eddie’s lap.

“Aw, is petting feet against the rules?” There was an air of kicked puppy about the Alpha that Steve struggled not to fawn over. And which segued quickly into a devastating earnestness. “Look, seriously, this isn’t a kink of mine.” That made two of them. “I can’t leave you shivering, not any part of you. I’ll pay extra?”

“I… I…” To be fair, there was nothing in the rules against petting feet. Right now, Steve simply couldn’t deal: “I thought you were gonna k-kiss them. Sorry, I…um…”

Eddie raised his palms. “No, I’m sorry, Steve. Truly. Self-control has never been my forte.”

“Please don’t apologise. It’s all good, and my feet are always cold. I dunno if it’s an Omega thing, or just me, or…” Stop prattling, Harrington.

Eddie smiled tightly, then rose and strode off to settle his final check with Carol. Steve sat on the couch, arms wrapped tight around himself. He wiggled his toes, which seemed to tingle with the memory of Eddie’s breath. Then Eddie wandered back over. He blocked Steve from Carol’s view and pressed a hundred-dollar bill into his hand.

“Wow! I can’t accept—”

“Take it, Omega,” rumbled Eddie, in a deep gravelly tone that no part of Steve could argue with. As Eddie retreated, Steve found himself ogling how those sweatpants clung to the flat muscular planes of Eddie’s Alpha butt. At the door, Eddie glanced back, lifted his shades, and winked.

“See you soon, Stevie.”

Stevie!?!

Carol heard, and the instant Eddie had gone, she bounced over and hugged Steve. He’d never seen her so non-bitchy and jubilant. Then again, she was hardly gonna complain to Tommy that Steve had slept on the job when Eddie had spent well over two hundred dollars. He’d tipped her well, too. She made Steve a grilled cheese sandwich—actually one for Steve, rather than one she’d made for a customer and accidentally burned. Then she allowed him an extra-long break, to sort his hair and loosen his collar, before he had to clamber into the next lap.

It took all Steve’s concentration not to squirm and fidget and generally give a shitty kitty experience to the seemingly never-ending line of Alphas. He couldn’t help wondering if it wouldn’t have been easier to endure without Eddie’s throwaway, “See you soon, Stevie.”

Yeah, Steve would’ve felt flat, but he had ways of pepping himself. Even being petted by these randos might’ve helped return him to his usual fake-purring levels of okay.

Knowing Eddie might be coming back?

Each second with another Alpha was excruciating.

When he clocked off at five, everything changed. He literally bounced on his toes to the bus-stop. Thinking about Eddie made his insides feel fizzy and light, every part of him happily trembly—lightyears away from the morning’s exhaustion and fading heat cramps.

It wasn’t exactly convenient, tho’. When he reached his condo, it took him three attempts to fumble his key into the lock. One of his neighbours sensed his fluster through the thin walls.

She poked her head into the corridor. “Hi, Steve—are you all right?”

“Hey, Joyce. Yeah, I’m fine. Been a long day, and I’m beat.” He finally managed to turn the key. “Thanks for asking.”

“Okay, dear. If you feel up to joining us for quilting club tonight, we’d love to see you. I’ve baked cookies.”

“Maybe.” Steve quirked a smile, before darting in quickly and closing the door.

Leaning back against it, he let out a long, shuddering sigh. Joyce was kind, and Steve liked chatting to her. However, she knew as well as Steve that he wouldn’t be joining any of the local Omega-Omega support groups. Even when the heating was broken, and some of the other Omegas formed ‘snuggle’ nests together, he preferred to shiver alone.

He was fine with bodily contact these days, obviously, much as he enjoyed being called ‘cute’ and generally being admired. But he was used to having his own space. Which was why he loved his little home, really he did—despite its loud clunky plumbing and the damp patches on the walls. It was the only real nest he’d ever had. He’d stitched most of his throw cushions and drapes himself, apart from a couple that had been swapsies with Chrissy. Robin had gifted him a duck-down duvet and a thick wool blanket. She was the closest thing he had to a pack, and he enjoyed snuggling beneath her offerings through the long winter nights.

Now, after a few hours sleeping in the arms of an Alpha he might never see again, his little slice of paradise… felt horribly drab.

Still leaning on the door, he pulled the hundred-dollar bill out of his coat pocket and pressed it to his cheek. Which was gross given that it’d been passed between literally thousands of germy hands.

It still, very faintly, whiffed of Eddie.

He breathed deep of it as he dared and then: “This is dumb! This is so dumb!”

It wasn’t like he could keep it. A hundred dollars would settle his rent arrears this week. He dumped it on the counter and wandered toward his bathroom pod.

When he peeled down his underwear, he winced. He’d changed twice today, once after Eddie left, then again at a later break. Both times, his panties were damp with slick. Now, after travelling home dreaming about Eddie, another pair was soddened, and his peachy-chamomile scent was stronger than since he’d started blockers. He stripped, shivered and turned on the shower, holding his hand under the icy flow.

It started to get slightly warmer. Not exactly toasty, and he shuddered as he stepped in. He knew that he, like that bill, retained a slight tang of Eddie. Especially in his hair, which he was particularly reluctant to wash.

He went through the motions, the glide of his own fingers setting him sighing then sniffling stupidly at the memory of Eddie’s gorgeous touch. When the shower temperature switched suddenly thermo-nuclear hot, he leaped out with a yelp. After sticking his hair under the kitchenette faucet to finish rinsing, he blow-dried. Then he tidied away the yucky tissues, painkillers and hot water bottles he’d left scattered at the end of his heat. Finally, he cuddled up in his nest with another of Robin’s gifts—his third-hand refurbished iPhone.

The Wifi was working again, and he was tempted to google Eddie, find out every last thing about him, although… What if Eddie was mated or married or lived on the other side of the country? That said, he’d mentioned going to a studio, so he had to be staying locally, or…

Steve resisted searching. He wanted to enjoy his silly crush without knowing crap that would spoil it.

He avoided the internet for the most part, anyway. He’d been raised without it and was terrified to get a login for anything, even under a fake name. This was chiefly paranoia, probably. It was also sometimes annoying. All the social media sites where Chrissy showed him pics of ‘Hot Alphas’ tended to chuck him out before he’d properly feasted his eyes.

Nevertheless, he managed to find the ‘Knot me now, Alpha,’ thirst thread that he’d gotten a faint idea Eddie was familiar from. He was right. He admired Eddie’s pic there for a long while—a shirtless, sweaty mass of raw Alpha sex-appeal and bulging-at-the-crotch leather, nailing some finger-work on his electric guitar.

Then Robin texted, and they bantered for a bit. He didn’t mention Eddie. Screw it, what the hell was there to say?

The next morning, at exactly 10.37 am, Eddie Munson entered ‘Kitties.’ This time, he’d gotten a tie-dye scarf muffled up over his face and wore a crazy multi-coloured bucket hat.

He looked ridiculous.

Nothing could subdue that scent.

Steve felt a squeal bubbling in his throat, which he released only briefly. It was enough for Chrissy to shoot out from the back to check everything was okay.

Steve had his head in one of their regular customer’s laps, and they’d paid up till 11 o’clock. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN! He struggled to subdue his panic. He didn’t want Eddie to see him with another Alpha! It’s not like he could’ve refused the customer, but… a silent scream tore from the depths of his soul. Carol was already meeting and greeting Eddie, offering him Chrissy’s or indeed her service.

Which Eddie graciously refused. “I got time to wait for Steve. Any chance of an Irish coffee, Ma’am?”

“Sorry, we don’t have a liquor licence.”

“No sweat, Sweetheart. I’ll have a coconut-mocha with extra cream. It okay if I move the furniture a bit? I could do with a cosy corner.” He dropped his voice so soft and low Steve strained to hear it: “Somewhere where nobody can shove a camera in my face.”

“Absolutely, Sir. I’ll help. Chrissy—get over here!”

Eddie refused the aid of the Omegas and shifted a large couch himself. He then settled with what felt too much like a cold-shoulder to Steve—although his wish for privacy very much suited Steve too—and started scrolling on his cell.

Steve’s skin crawled every time the other Alpha touched him. When they skimmed the strip of bare flesh between his tight tee and shorts, his stomach seemed to flip upside down and refused to right itself. He couldn’t fake purr. His collar felt chokingly tight, and when he tried to take a gulp of air, Eddie’s beautiful scent caught in his windpipe.

He released it as a stifled sob, and then the purrs began to happen. They were definitely purrs of distress, and they shook him like a leaf. Maybe Eddie would realise Steve was not worth waiting for and leave?

Steve watched the clock crawl toward eleven. At which point, Carol snapped at Steve’s customer, “Time’s up, Mister. Steve is booked!”

Steve shuffled on his knees over to Eddie. The thread of Eddie’s scent—screw it, his sheer Alphaness—drew Steve like he was on a leash. He couldn’t suppress a pang of disappointment when Eddie left his scarf on and plopped a thin cushion into his lap. Christ, Steve wished he’d been able to wash! The other Alpha’s burnt-toast scent had been barely noticeable, easily drowned by the chemicals and Eddie. But would Eddie detect it and despise Steve for it?

“Sorry about the wait,” whispered Steve. “I… I…”

“It’s okay,” said Eddie. His tone was strange and rough, bordering on scary, before softening like melting butter: “I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” squeaked Steve, before he could help himself.

Wtf? Missed me? He’s lying—he only just met me!

Yeah, now he thought about it, Steve had spent every moment they’d been apart missing Eddie like hell. Alphas were different, right?

He sank his cheek onto Eddie’s cushioned lap, staring ahead at the slinky black cats silhouetted on the walls. Eddie’s fingers glided into Steve’s hair, and Steve’s stomach finally settled the right way up again. For the first time since he’d left Eddie’s lap yesterday, he felt totally warm, comfortable, serene… and, suddenly, so very safe.

“How’s your day going, Steve?”

“Oh, like, seriously, it sucks. And this creepy stalker Alpha just showed up and it’s gotten even worse. Um… Joking.” He was being sassy now? Where did that come from? Fortunately, Eddie hooted, and Steve’s voice wobbled with his excited purrs. “I’m good, thanks. How about you?”

“Mighty fine right now.” Eddie leaned down close, speaking quiet and confidential: “Got another manic afternoon in the recording studio coming up. I lost my mojo, Stevie, did you know that?”

The reminder that Eddie was a badass rockstar shook Steve’s happiness. Only for a moment. A little voice in his head squealed:

He called me Stevie again! He’s giving me PET NAMES!

Eddie’s knuckles skimmed, featherlight, down the curve of Steve’s throat, sending heat sparkling through several layers of skin. Eddie’s coffee-spiced breath ruffled Steve’s hair, and his world was perfect.

“I can’t imagine you’re ever not great at everything.” Steve revelled in the sensation of Eddie twisting a strand of Steve’s hair around a finger, giving it a gently delicious tug.

“You say the sweetest things, Sweetness,” replied Eddie. Then, with a bitter twist: “You clearly don’t follow much music news.”

“Hey, don’t say that! Music journo is my dream career.” Woah! Again with the sass. Again, Eddie chortled indulgently, while Steve added, “No, sorry. I really don’t.”

“Damn, you really are the puuuuurfect little kitty, aren’t you?” sighed Eddie. “Wish I could stay here all day.”

Steve was so overcome, he couldn’t even whisper, Me too. An ecstatic little noise bubbled in Steve’s throat, which might’ve been a chirrup if he’d not swallowed it back in time. He’d never chirruped. Never! He pressed his legs together, scared that the slick trickling lightly from his slit would leak out of his shorts.

They were decidedly skimpier than yesterday’s shorts, basically hotpants—cut right at the line of his butt-cheeks. He wondered if Eddie’s eyes had wandered there yet. Despite the slick, he sure hoped so, and…

Dammit, focus on his touch, Harrington. Not on his scent. And definitely not on how close you are to his dick and how badly you want it inside you.

Apart from Steve didn’t want that, not really.

No Alpha had ever triggered such strong reactions in him. Which was all the more reason he shouldn’t get carried away. Eddie would never be interested in being Steve’s Alpha, even without Steve’s… complications in that department.

Eddie was here to relax a while. If not today, then soon, he’d leave and never look back.

Steve’s purrs grew fractious, though it turned out to be almost impossible to remain stressed out in Eddie’s lap. Like yesterday, Eddie seemed to read his anxiety, asking if Steve was okay, smoothing Steve’s hair till Steve’s troubles slipped away.

It helped that Eddie wanted to chat, and he was so fun and engaging Steve briefly forgot he was even an Alpha. It was like being with an old friend, though that was an experience that Steve wasn’t exactly flush with.

Eddie asked Steve about what music he liked, and Steve came clean instantly. He didn’t listen to music much. He got too easily overwhelmed by emotional tracks.

“I mean, I like a whole variety of music, honestly. It’s just, sometimes lyrics and melodies just get me so deep, and…” The next thought that popped into his head stunned him—I guess it might be different if I had an Alpha to guide me, to anchor me when my emotions are overstimulated. Nope. Would be waaaay too needy to say that out loud. “Wow, that sounds pathetic.” He wrinkled his nose, pressed a finger between his brows. “None of it makes sense.”

“It’s not pathetic, and it makes perfect sense,” said Eddie. Almost as if he’d heard the parts Steve hadn’t said out loud. “I mean, you might find Corroded Coffin a bit shouty.”

“I can do shouty,” said Steve.

With you to hold my hand… Oh, seriously self?!?

Turned out, despite Steve’s ‘difficulty’ with music, they liked plenty of other things in common. Including dainty little rose cupcakes, of which Eddie ordered a plateful, and fed to Steve with his fingertips.

Feeding the kitties was permitted—at the discretion of the kitty and as long as fingers didn’t enter mouths. Steve, naturally, was totally up for the chance to lap lightly at any part of Eddie, salty goodness mixed with super-sweet floral pastry.

“It cracks me up how many Alphas miss out on this good stuff because they’re scared their precious Alpha image will be tarnished,” said Eddie, when they’d finished the last mini cake. His fingers and thumb—deeply grooved from plucking strings and shiny wet with Steve’s saliva—still lingered on the cushion a hairs’ breadth from Steve’s lips. Gnnnnnng! What Steve wouldn’t give right now to inhale any one of those digits deep.

Softly, Eddie asked, “What about you, Steve? What do you enjoy that flips the bird in the face of conformity—that’s totally un-Omega?”

Steve closed his eyes to temptations of the flesh. If only it was so easy to shut out Eddie’s scent! He focussed on the question: “I used to love sports, especially swimming. Before I presented Omega, I used to train three times a week. Tho’ I got really nervous, I loved racing, the thrill of competition. I miss that.” His latest purr mingled with a heartfelt sigh. “Nobody lets Omegas train, and even those special Omega hours at pools are few and far between and so stupidly pricey. I heard a rumour it’s because they don’t want the pools all slicked up. Jesus, we can control ourselves!”

At least, when we’re not being petted by super-hot Alphas.

“That really sucks,” agreed Eddie. “Steve, I might know a pool where—”

“No, no, no, no, no,” said Steve, kinda panicked suddenly without knowing why. “It’s fine. It’s one of those things I just need to let go of.”

An uneasy growl rumbled from Eddie’s core, but he must’ve sensed Steve’s renewed agitation, because he let it drop.

He probably just wanted to see Steve in his speedos. Steve sure as hell would love to see how Eddie managed to stuff his Alpha dick into his.

Eddie returned the next day, having booked Steve for the entire morning in advance, and they chatted more. This time Steve spent most of the hour sitting in his lap for a proper cuddle. Steve hugged around Eddie’s neck, clinging tight as he dared. He was glad of the scarf there, muffling Eddie’s scent slightly. He ended up turning his face away, anyhow. Like on Monday, he was petrified he wouldn’t be able to stop himself burying his nose there, nor turning super-submissive and baring his own throat.

Once again, breaking the rules himself.

Why did Eddie have to be sexy Alpha perfection incarnate and a great guy? And his voice… Gnnng! It touched some secret place in Steve, chiming happy chords buried so deep he’d never known they were there.

Before long, though, Steve had gotten his head notched cosily beneath Eddie’s chin and was keen to get as much of himself into Eddie’s lap as possible. He huddled into a ball, knees hitching till his bare heels kissed Eddie’s thighs.

No part of him was cold now. He couldn’t remember what cold was, hardly. Being with Eddie was like a dream.

But he was not gonna fall asleep again. He didn’t want to miss a precious second with Eddie, whether laughing and chatting, or just quietly snuggling. He even adored the way Eddie hugged him a little tighter—once almost bruisingly so—whenever another Alpha passed by. Once or twice, Eddie growled at them, too. It was all daft, because it was merely an Alpha being Alpha, following his possessive, protective instincts. It didn’t mean anything. Steve basked in the vibes, all the same.

“Same time tomorrow?” asked Eddie, when, with an obvious reluctance, he allowed Steve off his lap.

Steve glanced uneasily between Eddie and Carol. The café was quiet, and she was busy arranging the pastries. “I’m on in the evening tomorrow,” admitted Steve. “It’s ‘kitty-kitted-up’ night—you know, we wear the ears and whiskers and shit. Oh, and we screech like kitties in heat too. I mean, most of the customers need earplugs to stop their brains imploding.”

“Steve!” snapped Carol, while Steve enjoyed Eddie’s goofy grin. “Stop fooling around. Honestly, Sir. Nobody screeches.”

“Aw, shame,” said Eddie. “That sounded like a blast. Either way, I’m in.” Then he cringed, and Steve’s heart seemed to drop like a stone. “I guess it’s pretty popular? I take it you don’t have, I dunno, anywhere private I can book? A back room or something?”

“You know, we don’t,” said Carol, making moon eyes at Eddie, while Steve’s knees gave way beneath him. His butt slammed heavily onto the couch—onto the lusciously warm patch Eddie had vacated.

A private room. Alone with Eddie.

Oh. My. God.

“However, you are our favorite customer.” Carol’s smile verged on a simper. “I’ll talk to Tommy. I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Eddie turned to Steve, who scrambled to his feet. “You okay with that, Steve?”

Steve nodded. Yes, he was. He shouldn’t be, but this was Eddie. He wanted to ask Carol if the same rules would apply as usual.

His voice failed him. To be fair, he hardly cared if they did, or they didn’t. He just wanted to be back in Eddie’s lap.

“You sure?” prompted Eddie. “Because if you feel uncomfortable about this in any way—”

“No! It’s fine.”

Steve trusted Eddie. Maybe he shouldn’t. Crazily, he did. These past three days, he figured he should’ve felt more scared about his past catching up than usual, about being found out.

He didn’t. His past seemed more distant than ever. Having Eddie in his life made him feel safer.

Yup, crazy.

“Honestly, I like the idea,” he said, dispelling a final hint of doubt from Eddie’s sincere and searching gaze. “It gets us away from Carol here. She can screech high enough to shatter glass.”

“Shut up already, Steve!” Carol tittered and blushed in equal measures. “We don’t screech, Mister Munson. Honest. He’s being a total douche.”

After Eddie had gone, Steve managed to resist analysing his emotions too deeply by squealing his head off with Chrissy and Carol and dancing around the café.

Right until another customer turned up, and they all had to crash back to earth pronto.

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