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crushribbons · 17 days ago

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𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕔𝕙. 𝟛

summary: Bobby Moch makes for one passive-aggressive roommate. (pt. 3/4) (part one) (part two)

cw: 4.5k words, unedited bc lazy, BEACH DAY CHAPTER WOOHOO, drug ment but if you're surprised by that you must not know these sweet stoners yet, oc/reader wears a bikini but no other body ment, brief smut (18+), male masturbation, accidental voyeurism ig?? fem!reader/OC. this is a work of fiction about the character portrayed in tbitb and not affiliated at all with the actual historical figure (like duh?)

a/n: why this took me so long!!!! sowwy xx laney

8-track for the series: 1・2・3・4・5・6・7・8

The air filtering in through the exposed six inches of screen on the kitchen window was almost sweet. Warm, honeyed, and gentle. A breeze ruffled the hair off Bobby’s forehead as he leaned backwards in his chair and closed his eyes. She tried to look at anything else.

“Beautiful day,” he commented. Noncommittal grunt in response. It was the only way she could speak to him lately, since her very reluctant admission to herself that Bobby was starting to annoy her so little that it was circling around to…whatever. Whatever had them in their pajamas at ten on a Saturday morning, ankles crossed over each other’s on the dinner table, sitting in quiet contemplation of the weather. His forehead had a tiny, sunburnt patch, right in the middle, that the breeze put on display.

She regarded him through the glasses perched on her nose. They had fallen asleep on the couch last night, wrapped in the blanket that Bobby’s mom had crocheted for him for Christmas. Well, Bobby had fallen asleep. She had watched him for far too long, watched his chest rise and fall while tiny snores occasionally made his brow wrinkle. His hand had wrapped around her leg after a few minutes, and it was all the permission she had needed to curl up into him. He had woken up talking, as he always did, but it wasn’t the usual drivel about things he had remembered that he had forgotten to tell her the day prior.

“Hey, sweetheart, wake up. Your back’s gonna hurt. Did you sleep like that all night? Do you normally sleep like that? You need to put a pillow between your legs if you do, or otherwise you’re gonna be–”

“Bobby.”

She had heard all too clearly the fondness in his smile when he replied. “Sorry. Good morning.”

We can’t do that anymore, she had told herself firmly as she brushed her teeth, although it was something she wanted to do quite a bit more. Bobby was a furnace when he slept, and his warmth and scent clung to her the rest of the morning. She told him as much while his head lolled towards the open window. “I still smell like whatever you were eating last night, nasty.”

“The Takis? You’re welcome,” he shot back, his eyes still closed. “If you’d like, I’ll help you take a shower and get nice and clean.” He peeked at her with an evil grin. “Or dirty, whatever.”

“Like I said, nasty,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t waver too much at the prospect.

Bobby shut his eyes again, but the smile remained. Neither of them had put their contacts in for the day yet, and his thin wire frames slid up his nose when his head was tilted like this. Objectively adorable to anyone watching, she reasoned. There was a long beat before he cleared his throat and asked, “No Shorty last night?”

She blinked at him. “Oh, no, he was here. You didn’t feel him sit on you?”

“I’m a heavy sleeper.” She snorted.

“Nope. No Shorty for a while now.” Bobby finally raised his head to look directly at her, and she could no longer kid herself that he wasn’t praying on the downfall of her casual relationship with his teammate.

“No?”

Defensiveness was building a wall in her chest that she didn’t want to be there, but things had been so uncomfortably nebulous since that day at the mall where he’d told her how giddy it made him when people mistook them for a couple. Which was something friends said to one another all the time, she was sure. Almost sure. “He’s not gone forever,” she relented, and tried to ignore the cluck of disapproval Bobby made in his throat. “We’ve both just been busy. Maybe I’ll see if he wants to do something today!”

She didn’t want to do something with Shorty, though. He had been coming to the apartment, at maximum, once every couple weeks, when the urge to run at Bobby and ruin the careful little household they had set up became too great. Every time George’s pretty smile kissed its way up her neck, she repeated to herself, “This is better, this won’t end poorly, at least we’re not roommates,” and didn’t believe a single word of it. It wouldn’t be enough soon. But she could keep trying, couldn’t she?

“Would be a great day for the beach,” Bobby was musing out loud when she refocused on him. A thrill that embarrassed her ran through her chest at the idea.

“Ooh, yeah, it would! We could invite a few other people, too.”

“Oh, I’m included now, am I?” he grinned, delighted. She tried to shrug her enthusiasm at him joining the outing off.

“Sure, no one can get me to swim laps like you can, Mr. Coxswain.”

Bobby looked proud enough to burst. “Well, that’s true. I’ll text people!”

They scurried around the apartment getting ready, shoving snacks into a tote bag that neither of them knew the origins of, pulling every available towel they could find, showering (separately) the sleep off, and wiggling into bathing suits and shorts. Bobby shouted across the rooms the entire time, meandering through ideas for group games and possibly a barbecue. She told him “Whatever you want” as she loaded up his waiting form with the bags, coolers, and chairs they were taking, and he kept talking, and she kept listening, and things felt a lot more normal by the time they were packing Bobby’s hatchback with all their possessions.

While they drove to the beach, she nervously fiddled with the bathing suit top underneath the oversized t-shirt she was wearing. She hoped Shorty would be enough to distract her from whatever level of undress Bobby chose to strip down to once they were on the sand. Then she scolded herself for even worrying about something that ridiculous. He didn’t seem to be struggling with the idea of her bare skin as he rattled off a list of all the professional athletes he would put in his shell if he could.

“And LeBron, obviously, stroke.”

“Obviously.”

“But can I throw something crazy at you?”

“After you take the correct exit here, sure.” Bobby turned on his right blinker and merged over a lane, hardly pausing to take a breath.

“I wanna see Ronaldo at the back.”

She laughed. “A soccer player who has to use his arms like once a game?”

He smirked back, said, “Ah, see, it’s all about the legs, baby,” and brought his palm down on her bare thigh in the passenger seat. On instinct, she jerked away from the touch and twisted her hips toward the door. Bobby’s hand fell away lamely, but he kept right up on his tirade. While he talked, she faced away from him and tried to cool her face down. Her leg was hot where he’d touched it. It was a joke. No need to act like he’d just leaned over and planted one on her.

When they arrived at the beach and found a parking spot, Bobby pulled into it and put the car in park, then reached into the center console and felt around with his hand, frowning. She batted her eyelashes at him exaggeratedly. “Are you going to kill me now?” she fawned, and he snorted. He made purchase on and held up a small plastic canister in triumph.

“Next best thing. Sweet for my sweetheart?” She almost told him to knock it off. Their flirting, which had never bothered her an iota before, was starting to grate on her nerves the farther it went without her being able to reciprocate, really reciprocate. Then she saw the cannabis leaf on the canister’s label and her shoulders drooped in relief. He dropped a gummy into her hand and they tossed them back in tandem, Bobby humming about how good the mango ones tasted. She imagined if she were to reciprocate on that flirting at the current moment, he’d get to taste some more mango on her tongue. More scolding in order.

They climbed out of the car and she stretched her legs, pulling her shorts down as if the extra inch of coverage they allowed would stop him from touching her again. She glanced across the hood of the car at Bobby, and her heart slammed to a halt when he tugged the shirt he was wearing over his head and tossed it back inside the car. She’d seen him shirtless a hundred, no, a thousand times, since moving into his place, so why was her mouth so dry right now? Why was she tracing every line and inch of skin and small but lean amount of muscle on his stomach with her eyes? Maybe she should say something. Growing awareness that she was staring at him gnawed at her until she blurted, “Need help with sunscreen?”

Very subtle. Neither of them were holding a bottle of sunscreen. He looked at her in confusion and she recovered by sticking her tongue out at him and telling him that she didn’t care if the sun baked him to a crisp. They unloaded the car and walked down towards the water in relative silence, which was what she called not talking while Bobby talked for the both of them. As they began padding over the sand, their sandals kicking up huge wafts of it in their wake, she pulled her sunglasses on and squinted down the beach through them.

“Bobby. You said you would invite a few other people.”

“I cannot help my magnetic personality, darling.” A group of at least twenty-five students were milling in a clump near the water, towels and umbrellas and beach chairs thrown down in a makeshift camp, and more were making their way over even now. Someone had brought a Bluetooth speaker and a volleyball, and a pick-up game had already started, scored by the soundtrack of yacht rock blaring out of the speaker. Roger Morris was serving the ball, and her head followed the arc of it as it sailed through the air and toward the ground, but not before a frantic Shorty dove at the sand and yelled, “MINE!” The ball bounced off his upturned wrists and back at the other group of six, who did not demonstrate the same dedication as Shorty and missed the return. A smile snuck onto her face as she threw her and Bobby’s things down on the towel Bobby had laid out, watching Shorty’s lithe and perfectly-tanned body rush around the impromptu court.

Bobby noticed her sightline and followed it, rolling his eyes behind the light tint sunglasses he wore when he saw who she was staring at. Absently, she tugged the t-shirt, which she had since realized was Bobby’s, off and tucked it into her tote bag. The label on the edibles he had offered had said “Fast-acting!” but she hadn’t realized quite how fast until she felt a warm haze pull at the edge of her vision and the sunlight made her skin pulse in a very comfortable way. Shorty looked more amazing than she remembered. A sufficient enough distraction, without doubt.

“Whoa,” came a low little giggle from beside her, and Bobby swayed while pulling off his left sandal. He bumped her leg and she laughed, too, sensing that his edible may have started hitting as well.

“Stay up, you pothead,” she said, grabbing his elbow, and they both devolved into a fit of silent laughter. She tried to just appreciate how funny the totally normal situation was and not to notice that Bobby was pressed into her with only their thin bathing suits between them, and that the freckles on his shoulders and back were a centimeter away from her lips. “I’m gonna go say hi,” she muttered and dropped his arm. As she started walking away, something tugged her back by her bottoms, and she shrieked when she realized Bobby had slipped a finger inside the waistband at her hip and pulled her to him.

“Do not leave me to socialize alone right now,” he pleaded into her ear, and a stupid, treacherous little whimper fell out of her. His hand was almost inside her swimsuit, and the weed was heightening her feeling of arousal so dramatically that she got wet as hell at the idea of the hand traveling further. Instead, she grasped his wrist and yanked it off her, pushed Bobby down onto his ass on the towel and ordered,

��Just stay here. Eat something. You’ll feel normal in a minute. I’ve gotta…” She trailed off and away from him, needing distance to coach her breathing back to normal. Her feet led her over to the volleyball game, greeting some girls she knew from Econ 102 on the way. Joe Rantz and Don Hume were parked on a dark purple towel off to the side of the group, their heads together and muttering lowly, as was their soft spoken nature. As she passed them, they waved and she smiled back. Then, a girl she didn’t recognize as well walked over and dropped between them on the towel. The two men grinned conspiratorially at one another, and she could have sworn she saw each of them place a hand on the girl’s bare, outstretched legs. She made an urgent mental note to gossip with Bobby about the development the second they were back in the car.

Shorty caught sight of her as she walked up to the game, and he ran over to her as soon as the play ended. “Hey, firecracker,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss her cheek. Her face flushed, and she discovered she had room to think about something other than Bobby.

“Hey, hot stuff. Gonna win one for me?” she replied. She tilted her head to the side and Shorty chuckled.

“I’d like to, but with you looking that good, I’m worried I’ll be all distracted.” He mimed fumbling the ball and then shaded his eyes to check her out, top to bottom. She fought the urge to cover her bikini-clad body.

She retired to the sidelines and watched the game progress until Shorty’s team slaughtered the other so mercilessly that they conceded with a cry of “Alright, alright!” after a spiked ball nailed Roger in the forehead. The edible was making everything, the water, the blazing sun, Shorty, extra delightful and funny, and she found herself resting her head on his shoulder when he came and sat beside her, giggling at nothing as they watched the tideline encroach.

“You look so amazing,” she hummed to Shorty. “So sexy out there.”

“Careful, or I’m gonna pick you up and take you to my car,” he muttered back, low enough so the clump of people around them didn’t hear. No one was paying them attention anyway, too wrapped up in the wonder of being young and near-nude and more-than-tipsy on the beach. Shorty took a sip from the White Claw can dangling from his fingertips. She glanced at the flavor and tried not to care that it was mango.

The waves crashed against the shore in a hypnotic tug-of-war. They gazed out over it until another fit of giggles overtook her and she felt she had to whisper in Shorty’s ear, “We took edibles right before this.” He choked a little bit on his next swig and his eyes widened.

“Criminal!”

“I know.” She held her wrists up to him like she was waiting to be cuffed. “Take me away, officer.”

Shorty’s eyes darkened more than she had intended for them to do, and he leaned in until they were breathing the same air. “Do you have any idea how fast you were going, ma’am?” he rasped in her ear. “Because you weren’t moving. You’re actually at the beach and not even driving a car at all.” The stupid joke saved her from the overwhelming sensation of having him so close to her and they both snickered too hard at it. “Who’s ‘we’?” he suddenly asked, a frown creasing his face.

“Me and Bobby.”

“Ah, right. How could I forget.” If she hadn’t known any better, she might have thought his smile was a little rueful.

“He drove me here,” she supplied, as if that explained anything. Shorty looked down at the pebbly sand they were sitting on. She elbowed him. “Whaaaat? What’s the face for?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Just you. You should stop fucking with him, you know.”

The shock smacked her clean across the face. Her head swam a little, trying to adjust to the sudden tone shift in the conversation through the thick haze the edible had left there. She said, “Fucking with him? I’m not–we’re not–we’ve never, I don’t even–”

“No, no, and that’s all very convincing, of course,” Shorty replied. His face was all straight lines, not happy, not angry. She wondered why her heart was beating so fast. “But look: he’s a great guy. And you’re a…” He broke off with a little sigh that made her heart cease its pounding and fracture into a hundred pieces. “...great girl.”

“George.”

“I know, I know. I know I said I was fine with it. But it’s just too weird, seeing you be so in love with him but still hanging out with me,” he continued. Humiliation scratched at the back of her neck, and the pink splattered across her nose and cheeks had little to do with the blazing sun. What the fuck was he talking about, “seeing her be so in love with him”? This was news to her.

Is it? a little voice in her head whispered, then squeaked in terror when she mentally went after it with a baseball bat. She staggered to her feet and looked down at Shorty. “Well, sorry,” was all she could mumble before her feet were carrying her away from him and his hushed protests. He didn’t follow her, though, and she was grateful for it.

If Shorty had clocked her dumb little crush on Bobby, how many other people had? And worst of all, what if Bobby himself had? “I gotta get outta here,” she muttered to nobody in particular. It wouldn’t be a great look, from Shorty’s point of view, if she ran to Bobby and asked him to please take her home, but it was the only thing she could think to do. He was always there to take her home, to bundle her up safely. To take care of her.

The little voice piped up again, in the very back of her mind, but this time, she let it talk for a minute while she swayed side-to-side, frozen in place. I want him to take care of me and I want to take care of him. I care about him. I really care about him. Someone yelled “HEADS UP!” as a frisbee whistled over her head, nearly taking an inch of hair off with it. She didn’t notice.

She stumbled back to their towel, sobering rapidly while she repeated in a whisper to herself “I care about you, Bobby,” rolling the words around in her mouth to test how they might sound out loud. All she actually knew was that a weird and not unwelcome tsunami of relief had crashed over and through her by the time she made up her mind to say them out loud. She packed her bag and pulled Bobby’s shirt back on before she realized that he wasn’t seated on the towel.

As if sensing her confusion (or possibly because she just had a pair of eyes and could see a very bemused girl looking side to side for a man that wasn’t right in front of her), her friend Joyce piped up from next to the ice chest and called, “He went home, girlie! Said to let you know that his keys were in the big tote bag ‘cause he took an Uber.” She giggled a little at the rapid blinks of her friend. “Bobby. Bobby Moch, your roommate.”

“Yes, Bobby,” choked back Bobby Moch’s roommate. She stood stationary for another second, her vision still wobbling. “I think I need to take an Uber, too,” she muttered. Joyce snorted and dryly asked her if she really thought so, then pulled out her phone and ordered one.

The ride home, laden with her and Bobby’s things, was quiet, and calmed the swirl of thoughts and cannabis inside her. She had to apologize several times over for the amount of sand she left in the Uber, but the driver only grunted in response. It was a half-hearted apology, anyway. There were more important things on her mind.

“Home!” She yelled when she had unlocked their door and entered it. Bobby didn’t reply, and a quick glance around the apartment told her that he either hadn’t made it home yet or that he was in his room, although the lack of reply told her that the former was more likely. She heaved a sigh and began dragging the beach supplies, which hadn’t seemed nearly this heavy when they packed, into the bathroom, where sand could be shaken off it.

As she passed Bobby’s closed bedroom door, a wet towel flopped out of the tote and onto the ground and she cursed. Most of the garbage in the bag was Bobby’s, and she knew that if she loaded his laundry into the machine for him, he would take that as a sign that she was graciously doing the whole load for him. “Fuck no, Moch,” she muttered under her breath to no one, doubling back down the hall to Bobby’s room again.

She pushed the door open an inch and lifted the bag of wet clothing to heave it inside, but the sight waiting for her stopped her dead, cold.

Bobby was, in fact, home, and was, in fact, in his room, but his reason for not replying was not one she had considered. He was laying on his bed, shirt still missing and trunks tugged down around his thighs, and…and he was jerking off. His eyes scrunched shut, his hand working up and down his cock furiously, huffy and breathy moans uttered every other second like “Fuck!” and “God, yes, so goddamn pretty.” She could feel her jaw go slack, the bag slide out of her grasp, but no other movement was possible. Bobby’s back arched off the bed as his hips pistoned furiously into his hand.

“Little tease, fucking killing me today, weren’t you?” He gasped, and for one sick moment, she almost thought he was talking to her. But his eyes stayed shut and his movements unbothered. She should leave. She should go. Close the door and leave the apartment and come back in an hour later pretending like she’d just gotten home.

She kept watching.

Bobby pulled his lower lip in between his teeth and bit down on it with a whine, his eyebrows scrunching together. Her core clenched. Heat was simmering low inside her. It had already reached boiling point at the beach. She was supposed to be avoiding this, avoiding anything that made her want Bobby more than she already did. Her fingers were digging into her own palm. He fucked his hand harder, and suddenly, she was wondering what would happen if she just dropped everything and climbed on top of him. Would those blue eyes be happy to see her? Or would he, much more likely, feel disgusted and violated?

The next thing out of Bobby’s ever-open mouth was her name. Her stomach plummeted to her feet. He cried it out again, clearly unaware that she was even home, let alone witness to the unspeakably intimate moment. Fuck, he’s thinking about me. Fuck. Fuck. His cock was so hard that it pressed against his stomach, his happy trail that she had spent many recent hours thinking about obscured by it and his hand. She once more considered joining him. Then he came, a violent yell croaking out of his dry throat, and his hand was covered in his spend. The sight made her knees buckle, and she bit her tongue to stop from saying something she regretted as he used the extra slick to jerk himself through the orgasm. More whimpering sighs of her name followed. She had to get out of this apartment.

She dropped the other items she was holding and backed away from the door, doing her absolute best to not make a sound. There would be time to process the image burned onto her retinas later.

The thump had been too loud. “H-hey?” came Bobby’s voice from his room, hoarse and scratchy. Shit.

“Shit! I mean, hey! Hey, I just walked in.” She scampered over to the front door and yelled from it, hoping it sounded like that was true. There was probably too much emphasis on the “just” for it to be believable. The springs of Bobby’s mattress groaned as she heard him move around frantically. She pictured him snatching up his discarded shirt and using it to clean the mess on his stomach and had to clench her thighs.

Then, Bobby emerged from the room wearing only his trunks and clutching that same shirt she’d been picturing, and a small, “Oh, God,” popped out of her.

“Hm?”

“G-g-um, oh, were you taking a nap? Sorry if I was too loud,” she stammered. His hair was mussed around his temples, and his lower lip was puffy where he’d clearly been biting it.

They stared at each other, across the living room, for way too long. In the silence, all she could hear was the phantom pleas of her name and the sound of Bobby’s hand fucking himself stupid. It was making it very difficult to think.

Bobby’s eyes narrowed, and panic shot through her. “You just got home? Just now?”

On autopilot, she nodded. He cleared his throat and fiddled with a vase of dead flowers on one of their end tables. “So, you didn’t hear me? Uh–singing? I was singing in my room and you didn’t hear me?” he asked with horribly-executed nonchalance.

If it had been any other situation, she would have burst into laughter. As it was, a smile was already threatening to peek through her impassive expression. “Ha, no, didn’t hear any singing. What were you regaling Tony with this time?” Tony was the creepy parrot statuette that Bobby had fallen in love with on a thrifting trip four months prior. She had once said that if she was Bobby’s girlfriend, Tony would be the first thing she’d purge from the bewildering decor of his bedroom.

Count your fucking days, Tony, she thought, while Bobby recovered himself and picked up the bag of wet clothes and towels from the hallway. “Just another sold out show at Madison Square Garden performing hits from my new album, Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded,” he called behind him, and the smile won over her face this time.

She thought, briefly, about telling him right then and there that she’d heard him moaning her name in ecstasy, teasing him a bit about it, then confessing her undying love and admiration to him. She decided she wanted it to be a bit more special than that.

Over their quiet dinner of spaghetti and meatballs that night, he poured her another glass of something cheap and red, and after he had finished, she said, “Bobby, I think I’m falling for you. Any ideas on what we can do about that?”

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#IDK I JUST GOTTA GET IT OUT #hope the 2 people that read this fic enjoy 💕💕💕💕#tbitb fic #bobby moch fic #bobby moch x oc #laneywrites

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purplesimmer455 · 8 months ago

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Cam and Piper pass the next few days in a nice routine. They have breakfast every morning, usually joined by Teulia who also has morning classes since Izumi has evening classes and wakes later. Then they spend some time together if they’re free or study separately, or Cam practices for chess or relaxes while Piper reads or draws. They attend any classes and have a quick lunch separately on campus, and finish their homework before having dinner together with Teulia just as Izumi comes home and joins them. The four of them get along well, and chitchat about classes and life. Finally, at the end of the day, Cam snuggles up with Piper and cuddles her as they drift off, the smell of Piper’s coconut shampoo and body lotion filling her senses and making her smile. They woohoo when they have time, and Piper feels completely confident and safe with Cam, and Cam feels the same. Although the first time woohooing was amazing, Piper feels like it’s gotten even better since she and Cam talk about what they like or don’t like during woohoo, and what they’re both comfortable with doing together and so forth.

On a Thursday night, Piper and Cam both get ready to use the shower. “You go first, you have shorter hair so it’ll take less time.” Piper says. Cam laughs, and her smile turns mischievous again. “You know, we could both go together.” She says, and Piper blushes. “Oh-I-okay.” Piper says, even though she and Cam have woohooed so it’s nothing new, she’s still a bit shy about it. Since their roommate Teulia is asleep and Izumi is at her night class, they have some time and woohoo in the shower. Cam grins at Piper as they get ready in their room for bed, and Piper blushes again. “Stop moon eyeing me, Kang.” She grumbles good naturedly but smiling. “I can’t help it, Feldman-Chen.” Cam says softly, her brown eyes warm as she looks at Piper. The next morning, Cam heads off to give her presentation after editing it to make it better, and she still has Piper on her mind as she walks to the campus shuttle stop. She can’t stop smiling, and she blushes as she thinks of last night with Piper.

#ts4 #mysims #Cameron Kang #Piper Feldman-Chen

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autistic-parker · 14 days ago

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DAY 31: FREE FOR ALL/IT ENDS HERE

It starts when, a snowy morning, Pixie is staring out at the landscape. The sun has risen fully, and they’ve reached a patch of flat land covered in snow sparkling snow. Pixie can see his breath in the air ahead of him, huffing out in friendly little clouds, and he almost shivers and then huddles a little deeper into the warmth of his clothes. He can see the stable they’re headed for up ahead. They could all warm up there. They could have a nice night there.

And then someone, who had been quietly creeping up to him for a while, grabs the back of his collar and dumps snow down his shirt. He yelps as it slides down his spine, soaking his back and making the fabric cling uncomfortably. Pixie spins around to see Froggy and Gull both staring at him.

Gull is the one who starts laughing first, but Froggy is the one who’s close enough to have done it, so Pixie leans down and grabs a handful of snow as well before throwing it at Froggy.

~~~~~

What follows is an all-out war, every hero taking his turn getting pelted with packed snow that explodes into showers of white everywhere. Gull still spends the whole time absolutely cackling, though his laughter is now joined by others.

The first to go out is Ghost, lying down on the ground with a massive foggy sigh. Cowboy laughs down at him, but then when he gets hit by a snowball as well he steps wrong. He was standing too close to Ghost and he falls prone and sends up his own shower of snow, coating his dark clothes and standing out against his dark blond hair. He laughs one last time and then rolls away from Ghost and heaves a sigh of surrender.

Then Bunny gets pelted in the face with a hit from Pixie, who gives a triumphant whoop as Bunny too lies down on the ground in surrender, chest heaving. The triumph is short-lived as Vandal aims a snowball to smack Pixie from behind. Pixie lurches forward, and when he tries to take a step his foot catches on an unlucky rock and he too abruptly hits the ground.

In response, Rover sneaks up from behind Vandal as well. Vandal just manages to sidestep Rovers first shot, but then a well-timed snowball from Gull slams directly into his chest. Vandal also loses his balance and lands on his back in the snow, putting one hand to his chest and the other up to his forehead in a showy display of loss.

“Oh no,” he says, his voice edged with laughter, “I have been slain. Avenge me, Froggy.”

From a little ways away, Froggy launches a snowball over the now supine Vandal which bursts rather spectacularly as it hits Rover, showering his darker hair and darker lashes with flakes of white snow. He rather less dramatically goes to his knees and then lies prone, face turned to one side, panting.

“Which just leaves…” Bunny says, and then trails off.

~~~~~

Froggy spins around just in time to see Gull there, popping out of a crouch to smack him right in the face with a snowball.

Froggy also goes down now, lying on the ground, breathlessly laughing.

“Woohoo!” Gull cheers, and throws his hands up in the air.

“Woohoo!” Pixie echoes.

And soon the whole group has joined in, cheering for Gull, the winner of their impromptu snowball fight.

#free for all #it ends here #october writing #october writing 2024

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simssprout · 4 years ago

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sims 4 holiday legacy!

i wanted to make a fun legacy with some silly rules to shake up the traditional goal based legacies! hope you enjoy it!

general rules:

- must complete aspiration, get to level ten of career, and complete extra rules to complete gen

- can use money cheats (if you want it to be traditional legacy, start with 1800 simoleans, if not, download a nice house and have starting funds)

- physical style/dress sense are suggestions, as you can have your sims look however you want

- everyone in household must have an excellent holiday for the holiday that correlates with the gen. if the holiday didnt come with seasons, add it to the calender!

gen 1: new years

as the first holiday of the year, youre ready to get your life, body, and mind into shape!

- traits: active, dog lover, perfectionist

- aspiration: bodybuilder

- career: writer (author)

- must always be dressed “fancy”

- silvery/platinum blonde hair

- max out fitness and writing skill. reach level five of wellness

- if you have the packs, include vintage glamour or luxury party in multiple rooms of your house

- whenever you are tense, must do yoga to cool off

- have a dog with active trait, go for jogs with them often

- only eat foods that you deem as healthy

- visit every gym lot in game (could do just premade ones and/or can add your own)

- marry a sim you met a gym or spa

- only publish motivational books or fitness

- have three friends that you go out with occasionally and party

- get “juiced” every holiday

gen 2: love day

youve been obsessed with romcoms and romance novels since you were a kid. now that youre grown up, you want to fulfill your childhood romance dreams!

- traits: romantic, bookworm, art lover

- aspiration: soulmate

- career: social media, either branch

- pink/red hair

- dress “romantically” (if you have seasons, use heart dress/suit)

- max charisma and painting skill

- must go on weekly dates with significant other

- gush about partner whenever option is avliable

- paint multiple portraits of partner using paint from reference

- only read romance novels and watch romantic tv

- if you have pets, must dress them in cute dresses

- live in the city as a young adult, can move after if you want to

- always go to romance festival

- have a boy and a girl

gen 3: talk like a pirate day

youve always loved the pirate lifestyle, exploring, stealing, and meeting people all over the place. eventhough you cant have a career as a pirate, that dosent stop you!

- traits: kleptomaniac, non-commital, self-assured

- aspiration: jungle explorer

- career: mixologist

- must wear a pirate outfit/hat as an everyday outfit

- max mixology and archeology skill. reach at least level four mischief

- have at least two children with different partners

- marry someone young, divorce, and never marry again

- have multiple boyfriends/girlfriends at a time

- always sell your artifacts and any other “treasure” you find

- complete at least four “plumages” (temples)

- attempt to steal something from every lot you visit

- for extra fun, if you use mc command center, max woohoo skill

- accept any party invite

gen 4: bunny day

you love being outside! in any weather, your family can expect to find you exploring outside in the garden, fishing, or finding some frogs

- traits: loves outdoors, unflirty, clumsy

- aspiration: angling ace

- career: fisherman and have a business (selling flower arrangements and mounted fish) or gardener (floral arranger)

- one outfit should be overalls

- green/purple hair

- this sim really likes hats

- max fishing and flower arranging. reach level 5 gardening and baking

- always talk about the current weather in every conversation

- if raining, shower in the rain instead of your shower

- have a large garden, but only grow flowers

- complete frog collection

- have a full fish tank in your house

- live in a tiny house

- purchase storm chaser and water resistant aspiration traits

- have one child

- become BFF with flower bunny

gen 5: earth day

the love your parent had for nature passed onto you. you want to make sure youre enjoying outside, while also protecting it!

- traits: green fiend, maker, gloomy

- aspiration: outdoor enthusiast

- career: eco innovator

- have green hair

- have a boho style

- live in either storage container or tiny home

- max herbalism and fabrication

- when you visit - must pick plain lot and sleep in a tent

- live off the grid and/or have surplus of energy

- have a large garden full of just fruits/veggies

- gift your herbal recipes to friends and family

- have bees and bugs

- have dumpster dived furniture in every room (once you unlock smog vaccum)

- one day a week do not eat a meal, only eat harvestables

- vote for a community garden maker space if living in evergreen harbour

- optional: can become a plant sim

gen 6: simspendence day

the party lifestyle is the lifestyle for you! friends, drinking, and fun is how you live your life! but you also make time to solve and end crime in your wonderful world!

- traits: dance machine, bro, jealous

- aspiration: party animal or island life

- career: detective

- red/yellow hair

- wears sunglasses often, even in cold weather!

- live in oasis springs

- any cooking you do must be on a grill or over a fire

- max guitar, dancing, and dj skill. reach level 4 fitness

- sing karaoke whenever theres a karaoke machine present

- have gold on every event type

- get suntans often

- ride bikes and kick soccer balls often

- have a large backyard with hot tub, fire pit, and water slides

- have two kids, have a good relationship with both. no parenting interactions though.

- watch sports tv only

- have five good friends (not including family). give two of them your house key

gen 7: prank day

what can you say? pranking is fun! messing with people and rilling them up is your favorite passtime.

- traits: goofball, ambitious, mean

- aspiration: chief of mischief

- career: engineer

- max comedy, mischief, and robotics

- always do a funny introduction to people

- use voodoo doll everytime you see the person it is bound to

- go to all dance parties you are invited to after 8pm and prank people

- create a servo

- marry someone that you had a bad relationship with originally

- you really like bowling. take your dates/family bowling often

- have a sad clown painting in your house

- if theres a microphone present, perform a comedy routine

gen 8: spooky day

youve always been obsessed with the spooky season and occult sims. now that you have your own house, its always spooky season!

- traits: loner, genius, neat

- aspiration: nerd brain

- career: astronaut

- black hair

- this sim wears glasses

- max rocket science, handiness

- befriend one of every occult

- can have a spooky house or just always have it decorated spooky

- must have at least one everyday outfit that is a “costume”

- always have carved pumpkins outside your door

- complete geode collection

- visit sixam at least three times

- have a child from a one night stand. do not marry that sim. marry an occult sim

gen 9: harvestfest

cooking has been an outlet for you since your parents let you near the stove. you love creating recipes for your family, friends, and even pets to try!

- traits: glutton, lazy, cat lover

- aspiration: big happy family or successful lineage

- career: own a vet

- yellow/orange hair

- wears mostly warm (tan, brown, yellow, orange) clothes

- max gourment cooking and vet skill

- have all 8 slots full (can include pets)

- must cook homemade pet recipes weekly

- have a little veggie patch for fresh ingredients

- befriend patchy

- whenever eating food not made by you, complain about the meal

- if you cook something less than excellent quality, throw it away and make a new dish, no matter how hungry you are

- get married twice

- rake leaves and then woohoo in them

- have family move nights schedules on the calendar!

gen 10: winterfest

winter is the best! the good food, cold weather, and constant family time is what life is all about!

- traits: family oriented, cheerful, materialistic

- aspiration: lady of the knits

- career: education

- blue/silvery hair

- wear lots of sweaters and cozy clothing

- max cooking and knitting

- give presents to family members everytime you see them

- keep a christmas tree in house year round

- must declare “snow” as favorite weather

- every day there is snow on ground, you must interact with it (snowball fight, shovel, snowpal, snow angel etc)

- have at least three children

- befriend father winter (can marry if you want to)

- complete snowglobe collection

- get the cold acclimation reward trait

- have a dinner party once every two weeks and cook a grand meal everytime

- have lots of family pictures in your house

- get the polar plunge player achievement (can make a holiday)

- always have a fireplace lit

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maxismatchccworld · 4 years ago

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Patch Notes

PC:1.69.54.1020 / Mac: 1.69.54.1220 Console: Version 1.35 Happy Holidays Simmers! It’s time to go back in to Create a Sim! Where in this update you will find 100+ new skin tones, customization sliders for skin tones and makeup, and three improved base game hairstyles! Every skin tone now has a value slider that allows you to change the light to dark value of that skin tone, unlocking a much wider variety of skin tone options for you to play with! You will also find that our skin tones are now filterable to warm, cool, and neutral tones (as well as miscellaneous that covers our occult skin tones).

The new makeup sliders add more choices and opportunities for you to customize your Sims, and express your Sim’s style! Hue, saturation, value or brightness, and opacity are now available to modify on the makeup. We have locked some of the sliders where it did not provide an optimal experience or make sense for the makeup. Expect us to continue our work on these issues into the future to provide you with more. In addition to the customization opportunities provided, you can also save custom swatches as you tweak your sliders to get the perfect look. When you click on the swatch (for skin tones and makeup) as you modify the sliders, you will have an opportunity to save your custom settings, so you can re-use it later without having to remember your perfect looks! Did we mention that we made some hair updates? We did - we updated a base game child hair (cfHair_BraidedPonyTail), and we added a second version of that hair that removes the baby hairs (cfHair_BraidedPonyTailPlain). And we updated a base game male hair that you may find difficult to recognize from the original hair (ymHair_flatTopTextured)!

We have updated the Main Menu!... Again! The idea behind this change is to create a more cohesive experience and give Packs a more proper space as we continue to grow our content lineup. As a nice bonus, we highlighted the Gallery in a more meaningful way to inspire you.

-SimGuruGnome & SimGuruRusskii

Now onto the fixes:

Sims 4

Sketching so much that the Digital Sketch Pad just quit on you? Never fear! Freelancer Sims that use the Digital Sketchpad will now be able to complete designs without being reset abruptly.

Happy Birthday to all! Sims will now properly Age Up. Adulting is hard but they will make it, don’t worry.

Fixed an issue in which Doors, Windows, and Arches had cutouts when being reflected in Mirrors. Rorrim Rorrim no eht llaw, ohw si eht tseriaf erutaef fo meht lla?

Sims that do not have the Fishing Skill, or have not been Fishing at all, will not get notifications about identifying Fish. THEY WERE FISHING WITH THEIR MINDS.

The following careers have added the “Take Vacation Day” option, yay!Editor Russkii note: I didn’t want to add each line in each pack for this fix, it would have looked weird and robotic so that is why I chose to do one bullet point for all in this section.

Child Sims will no longer forget they are in their Sleepwear when they go to school. Though in these times of Work and School from Home, I don’t blame them one bit.

The Sweet Escapes Country Toilet will no longer be Comfortable AND Uncomfortable at the same time… There can only be one!

Sims with the Best Selling Author Aspiration can now complete their task of writing 3 Best Sellers.

Fixed an issue in which resized objects would disappear when they were part of downloaded Gallery items.

We revised our Careers (Pack specific and not) and we made sure there were no Chance Cards that were repeated constantly.

We noticed we had added the option to Clean Up Toddler on kitchen and bathroom sinks for both Toddlers and Children by mistake, so we removed it for both age groups from the sink… but how would have they fit? Like… how? These are the questions that keep me up at night.

Build Snowpal interaction is no longer available on non-natural ground (For Simmers that own Seasons and/or Snowy Escape). That's why it's called a Snowpal, not a Floorpal!

Gardener (Seasons)

Military (Strangerville)

Lifeguard for Teens and Conservationist (Island Living)

Law, Education, and Engineer (Discover University)

Civil Designer (Eco Lifestyle).

Get to Work

We made a clarification on the Xenophilia moodlet when interacting with Alien Sims. It should no longer say “From Discovering Aliens” but now it correctly reads “From Interacting with Aliens.”

Fixed an issue in which childbirth was not possible if Simmers changed the color swatches of the Surgery Tables. Now listen, I have heard about renting whole hospital wings for a birth in real life and other eccentricities, but this… was really something.

Get Together

Male Sims will no longer get Pregnant after receiving calls from NPC Sims.

City Living

NPC Sims will now text and call with invitations to Festivals. I personally welcomed the calm and quiet of my phone not beeping about constantly. But I can’t miss a Festival!

Sims rejoice! Yard sale customers will no longer invade their Home Lots and use Household objects. It is a Yard Sale… OUT in the yard, not an Open House.

Did you ever regret trusting some Sims enough to give them your apartment keys to constantly get visits from them for Milk and Juice? You can rest assured that they will no longer visit you for this purpose. I think some neighborly love is appreciated, but this went beyond the proverbial “May I have a cup of sugar?” type of situation.

Fixed an issue in which interactions to participate on GeekCon contests would not appear when interacting with objects.

We decided to give a bit more clarity when displaying the location of Festivals, so now it will display as “Near <insert location>” and not a distinct location that is not entirely correct. This is true for Festivals in Snowy Escape as well.

Cats and Dogs

Pets will no longer sleep in random places when told to sleep on their Pet beds. In my world they can sleep where they are most comfortable, my conspiracy… allegedly.

Seasons

Sims can now Shower in the Rain… Jury is still out on Singing and Dancing.

Sims will no longer “lose” their shovels when performing other autonomous activities while performing the interaction “Shovel Snow.”

Our friendly neighborhood Snowpal has been properly renamed to Chill from Chil. Everything I knew before was a lie… a LIE!

Ever felt like the Holiday spirit has just been too much to handle, and Father Winter starting to show up everywhere and not letting you do much of anything getting a bit… out of hand? Fear not! Father Winter will stop replicating himself* to spread holiday cheer. *Note this fix is not entirely retroactive, new saves should see this without issue. Existing saves will correct themselves over time.

Get Famous

Duck Security SCROO9E Super XL Smart Vault will no longer disappear after Sims Woohoo in it… you can say Woohoo can be romantic and magical, but maybe not to this extent?

NPCs from the Actor Career sometimes would never show on Set, making gigs impossible to complete. We've spoken with their union reps and everyone has agreed to stop this ridiculous strike. What were they striking about? Was there even a Strike? We may never know.

Island Living

Mermaids and other Occults should no longer be able to make hybrid occults. How were they making them? Oh boy, I'm not sure if it's appropriate for me to give you the mermaid-birds and spellcaster-bees talk.

Randomly generated Mermaid Sims will no longer be seen without some features in affected Simmer Saves. However this fix is not retroactive, so it should be seen fixed in new saves.

Pizza delivery to Lagoon Look Lot has been fixed to arrive promptly. This is Sulani Deep Lagoon Pizza, home of the 2x1 Mermadic Kelp Pizza and the Salty Llama Combo, may I take your order? <Descriptive Simlish on the line> Uh huh… uh huh… <Indescribable Simlish on the line> Yes, we now can ACTUALLY deliver to Lagoon Look… <Interrogative Simlish on the line> Yes, we told our delivery Sims that they need to deliver it there and not keep the pizza for themselves… like give it to the actual client. <Surprised Simlish on the line>

Discover University

Has this ever happened to you? Your Sim is ready to make an offering to the Sprites only to find a crystal stuck without being able to move it? No longer a problem, Sims now can remove offerings so all their rituals can resume. Sprites rejoice.

We fixed an issue for our Console Simmers that wouldn’t allow them to close the Humanoid Robot’s Behavior Module Menus correctly.

Fixed an issue that would cause items to be repossessed when loans were fully paid. That is NOT how it worked Repo Person… NOT how it worked.

Sims with Research & Debate Skill 3 or higher will no longer be able to “Convince to” with Toddler Sims.

Masquerade Secret Society Masks are now properly unlocked in Create a Sim when joining the Secret Society.

Fixed an issue in which Heckle animation was sometimes not being performed autonomously by Sims while playing Ping Pong.

Eco Lifestyle

Fixed an issue that triggered the Off-the-Grid notifications after traveling to different Lots in Evergreen Harbor, even when they are not labeled as Off-the-Grid.

We spoke to all Eco Inspectors, and they have agreed that they should NOT be charging the Energy efficient appliances fine if your appliances are fully upgraded to be super efficient and amazing. I mean all that work and still get fined? Not in this house!

Fixed an issue in which some placeholder text was showing in notifications after Dumpster Diving.

The Americana Station Speakers will now play Music… as the prophecy foretold.

When the We Wear Bags N.A.P is active, Grim Reaper will not be partially invisible when appearing on a Lot. Grim Reaper contributes!

Living the No Appliance lifestyle? We’ve got news for you! Sims will no longer be penalized for not having “Eco-Friendly Appliances.” No appliances, no fines!

Snowy Escape

Vending Machine Canned Soups and Drinks won’t spoil anymore. Time to stock up!

Sims can no longer go on Hikes while holding their Toddlers.

Space Heaters will now be able to be placed on Lots from Inventory. Sharing the warmth everywhere!

Fixed an issue in which the Shoe Removal Sign in 5-1-2 Kiyomatsu was not working properly. We also added Shoe Removal Signs in 5-1-1 Kiyomatsu and 2-4-2 Wakabamori.

Sims will now be more visibly furious when having the appropriate furious sentiment toward other Sims. “Yes, I’m mad!... No! This IS my furious face!”

Fixed an issue with some animations that would stutter while Snowboarding or Skiing. We also made sure that Sims with a high level of those skills would not always choose the Bunny Slopes.

Izzy Fabulous’ Star Simmi Rank was just too fabulous so we had to correct it to be one star less than displayed. Don’t worry Izzy, you are a full 4 stars in my book, you are that fabulous to me.

After much debate of whether it is the Cave Shrine or the Mountain Shrine for Hiking destinations we finally decided to just call it Mountain Shrine.

We revised the Snoop-Proof Bamboo Blinds and it is now possible to drop’em like they’re hot with the Thousand Words Window.

NPC Sims will no longer “take over” the Slopes for themselves for an indefinite period of time, now they will be sharing with all Sims the joys of the Slopes.

Fixed an issue in which Sims would get highlighted in the Sentiment Panel as if receiving new Sentiments every time traveling is involved.

Sims with Rock Climbing Skill 7, or higher, are able to autonomously climb the Tall Wall (Such tall! So much wall!). There is no need to not face what makes you uncomfortable… autonomously.

Had a chat with Yamachan and asked if he was ok, he seemed to start random conversations and then randomly say goodbye without reason. We are happy to report that he is OK now and will try not to do that. Give us a hug Yamachan.

Food Stalls at Mt. Komorebi Festivals won’t be closing shop randomly during Festival hours anymore. <guitar and piano intro> Closing time, open all the Stalls and eat all the food in the world...Closing time, turn all the lights on and let Yamachan greet you heeeere…

Create a Sim asset ymHat_EP10HelmetGoggles has been fixed to no longer display clipping around the neck area as well as we made sure no facial hair is removed when wearing this asset.

Dine Out

Experimenting with photo frames will no longer use the same picture of an Experimental Meal when displayed.

Hot Pot meals are now part of Restaurant Menus! I miss the times I would go to eat Hot Pot at a restaurant. One of my favorites has a conveyor belt that carries your fixings never leaving your table for a thing. *happy sigh*

Vampires

Vampire Sims will no longer be affected by temperature, so they won't be constantly obsessed with lighting fireplaces trying to get warm.

Post edited by EA_Leeloo at 6:30PM

Source: https://forums.thesims.com/en_US/discussion/984647/december-7th-2020-patch-notes

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autumns1mmer · 3 years ago

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Updated Sims 2 Family Tree! 👨‍👩‍👦 🌳 🥰 🥰

Okay, a TON has happened. I hope this isn’t too confusing. 😕

SUMMARY V

Starting with Mya- while living with Grace (her twin), Mya went on a date with some dude named Vincent, they fell in love, moved out together, blah blah blah.. got rich.. not from Colton moving in with them NOOOOOO!! Moved into a mansion, WITH Colton I SWEAR! Mya and Vincent had our beloved Maverick, shortly after Colton died DUN DUN DUN!! 😩

Grace- After her twin (Mya) moved out, Grace gave birth to her BEAUTIFUL daughter, Lexi. Grace and Shea 🤮 got engaged. And tried for ANOTHER baby, while pregnant, Shea cheated on Grace with some girl.. yes I forced drama shhhh.. shortly after breaking off the engagement Grace gave birth to Lucas.

Opal- There’s really not much to know.. she was boring. She married a CUTE gal named Cherry, adopted a baby named Jack.. yeah that’s kinda it.

Amethyst- She’s the youngest outta the girl clan. And HANDS DOWN THE PRETTIEST 💕 She married a man named Troy cause I wanted an alien baby ✋ They ended out having their babies at the same time, so they’re like twins? Amethyst ended up rich TOO and moving into another mansion smh.

Maverick- Now, Maverick.. Maverick, Maverick, Maverick. What can I say that hasn’t been said. I LOVE him lol. He was one of those rich snobby kids growing up. But when he was in university, he fell in love with Beth. I won’t get into Beth, but she’s BEAUTIFUL �� They had FIVE kids 😅 Two set of twins and one adopted one.

Lexi- Our grilled cheese loving... old lady? Lexi met Jay when they were teenagers. Got married, had Birdie, Penelope, moved into a bigger house, and then had the twins Chantel and Cameron. Pretty boring family life, ya know?

Lucas- He’s a very smart, quiet man. Somehow meeting, dating, then marrying miss Aurora. I wasn’t planning on them having ANY kids but I accidently pressed “Try for baby” sooooooo uhh.. sorry Desdemona 😅 They breed dogs now in their old age 😊

Jack- When he was a kid I adopted him a dog, Monster, then I took a week break from playing and I put the dog BACK UP FOR ADOPTION 😭 😭 I’M SORRY JACK!! He’s a gold-digger kinda guy now? I mean they were in looooove but I mean come on, money. Jack and Barry adopted Gabriella Newson, and then had their OWN baby Daniella.

Odessa- OHHH BOY ODESSA! DRAAAMMMAA!! In university, Odessa dated some girl, I forgot her name, BUT of course, Odessa wanted more. She found a woman named Marylena. Her and Marylena fell in.. love? Well Marylena is in love. Odessa found another woman after the wedding to woohoo, then cut her out right after, duh. Odessa is a mother now, not sure how she feels about Elaine. We’ll know with time.

Estella- I think Estella is amazing, a queen, an icon. She LOVES cats, she needs more honestly. She got pregnant with Faye, and quickly got married to Joel, the father.. 🤢 Of course he caught her cheating on him with MALCOLM LANDGRAAB!! THE MAN THE MYTH, THE MAN WHO MAKES UGLY KIDS!! Long story short Estella and Joel got a divorce, and she QUICKLY married Malcolm and had a baby with him.. ya know cause the Malcolm name thing.

Leo- He’s much like his mom, very nice, shy. Even though his family is very rich he doesn’t let it get to his head. Leo has huge dreams but Maverick wants him to follow him in the politics career. Luckily He’s only a teenager, he has his whole life ahead of him!

Megan- She’s the younger twin outta her and Leo. Being spoiled by her parents her whole life Megan doesn’t know what it’s like to not get what she wants. She’s super smart, very nice. She’s going to go far in life!

Jasmine- The adopted daughter of Maverick and Beth. Jasmine was suppose to be their last child. Loving the color red.. like obsessed. She’s still very young, only being in her first week of teenage hood.

Cordelia- OMG CORADELIA 🙄 🙄 She's a piece of work. Always bullying her twin, Isaac. She loves the colors pink, pink and pink.

Isaac- Poor Isaac, nobody really pays attention to him. He’s a wonderful kid, loving dinosaurs, trucks, and sand.

Birdie- The oldest kid of Lexi and Jay. Birdie moved downtown to be an adult. Partying every night and day. Recently adopting a stray cat who slept on her deck for a few nights, Tuna, she spoils her little girl.

Penelope- Just like Odessa, Penelope is a little SLU- but we STAN 😍 She moved to Bluewater Village. And she accidently got engaged.. yeeeaaaah, oops 😬

Chantel & Cameron- Fresh adults, Chantel and Cameron still live with their mother Lexi. Chantel recently started dating Marisa Bendett.

Desdemona- The only child of Lucas and Aurora, she was showered with love, she grew to love both gaming like her mom and music like her dad. She breeds dogs with her parents now.

Gabriella- Being adopted by Jack and Barry, Gabby is loving being an older sister, taking care of a baby.. her dream. Raising a family of her own! 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 ❤️

Daniella- Just a little tyke! Dani still has a bunch of growing to do! Just learning how to walk, sniff sniff.. they grow up so fast 😭

Elaine- The new toddler of Marylena and Odessa. She’s one smart cookie learning TWO of her skills on her first day of toddler hood!

Faye- Never really knowing her father, Faye only knows her moms husband as her dad. Faye loves warm colors, yellow, red, orange, all of it! 💛 ❤️ 🧡

Malcolm V- The baby of Estella and Malcolm IV, he’s our little green baby.

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thesims4blogger · 4 years ago

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The Sims 4: New Game Patch (December 7th, 2020)

There’s a new Sims 4 update available for PC/Mac and Consoles. IPC:1.69.54.1020 / Mac: 1.69.54.1220 / Console: Version: Console: Version 1.35

Happy Holidays Simmers!

It’s time to go back in to Create a Sim! Where in this update you will find 100+ new skin tones, customization sliders for skin tones and makeup, and three improved base game hairstyles! Every skin tone now has a value slider that allows you to change the light to dark value of that skin tone, unlocking a much wider variety of skin tone options for you to play with! You will also find that our skin tones are now filterable to warm, cool, and neutral tones (as well as miscellaneous that covers our occult skin tones).

The new makeup sliders add more choices and opportunities for you to customize your Sims, and express your Sim’s style! Hue, saturation, value or brightness, and opacity are now available to modify on the makeup. We have locked some of the sliders where it did not provide an optimal experience or make sense for the makeup. Expect us to continue our work on these issues into the future to provide you with more. In addition to the customization opportunities provided, you can also save custom swatches as you tweak your sliders to get the perfect look. When you click on the swatch (for skin tones and makeup) as you modify the sliders, you will have an opportunity to save your custom settings, so you can re-use it later without having to remember your perfect looks! Did we mention that we made some hair updates? We did – we updated a base game child hair (cfHair_BraidedPonyTail), and we added a second version of that hair that removes the baby hairs (cfHair_BraidedPonyTailPlain). And we updated a base game male hair that you may find difficult to recognize from the original hair (ymHair_flatTopTextured)!

We have updated the Main Menu!… Again! The idea behind this change is to create a more cohesive experience and give Packs a more proper space as we continue to grow our content lineup. As a nice bonus, we highlighted the Gallery in a more meaningful way to inspire you.

-SimGuruGnome & SimGuruRusskii

Now onto the fixes:

Sims 4

Sketching so much that the Digital Sketch Pad just quit on you? Never fear! Freelancer Sims that use the Digital Sketchpad will now be able to complete designs without being reset abruptly.

Happy Birthday to all! Sims will now properly Age Up. Adulting is hard but they will make it, don’t worry.

Fixed an issue in which Doors, Windows, and Arches had cutouts when being reflected in Mirrors. Rorrim Rorrim no eht llaw, ohw si eht tseriaf erutaef fo meht lla?

Sims that do not have the Fishing Skill, or have not been Fishing at all, will not get notifications about identifying Fish. THEY WERE FISHING WITH THEIR MINDS.

The following careers have added the “Take Vacation Day” option, yay!

Child Sims will no longer forget they are in their Sleepwear when they go to school. Though in these times of Work and School from Home, I don’t blame them one bit.

The Sweet Escapes Country Toilet will no longer be Comfortable AND Uncomfortable at the same time… There can only be one!

Sims with the Best Selling Author Aspiration can now complete their task of writing 3 Best Sellers.

Fixed an issue in which resized objects would disappear when they were part of downloaded Gallery items.

We revised our Careers (Pack specific and not) and we made sure there were no Chance Cards that were repeated constantly.

Build Snowpal interaction is no longer available on non-natural ground (For Simmers that own Seasons and/or Snowy Escape). That’s why it’s called a Snowpal, not a Floorpal!

Gardener (Seasons)

Military (Strangerville)

Lifeguard for Teens and Conservationist (Island Living)

Law, Education, and Engineer (Discover University)

Civil Designer (Eco Lifestyle).

Editor Russkii note: I didn’t want to add each line in each pack for this fix, it would have looked weird and robotic so that is why I chose to do one bullet point for all in this section.

Get to Work

Get Together

Male Sims will no longer get Pregnant after receiving calls from NPC Sims.

City Living

NPC Sims will now text and call with invitations to Festivals. I personally welcomed the calm and quiet of my phone not beeping about constantly. But I can’t miss a Festival!

Sims rejoice! Yard sale customers will no longer invade their Home Lots and use Household objects. It is a Yard Sale… OUT in the yard, not an Open House.

Fixed an issue in which interactions to participate on GeekCon contests would not appear when interacting with objects.

Cats and Dogs

Pets will no longer sleep in random places when told to sleep on their Pet beds. In my world they can sleep where they are most comfortable, my conspiracy… allegedly.

Seasons

Sims can now Shower in the Rain… Jury is still out on Singing and Dancing.

Sims will no longer “lose” their shovels when performing other autonomous activities while performing the interaction “Shovel Snow.”

Our friendly neighborhood Snowpal has been properly renamed to Chill from Chil. Everything I knew before was a lie… a LIE!

Get Famous

Duck Security SCROO9E Super XL Smart Vault will no longer disappear after Sims Woohoo in it… you can say Woohoo can be romantic and magical, but maybe not to this extent?

NPCs from the Actor Career sometimes would never show on Set, making gigs impossible to complete. We’ve spoken with their union reps and everyone has agreed to stop this ridiculous strike. What were they striking about? Was there even a Strike? We may never know.

Island Living

Mermaids and other Occults should no longer be able to make hybrid occults. How were they making them? Oh boy, I’m not sure if it’s appropriate for me to give you the mermaid-birds and spellcaster-bees talk.

Randomly generated Mermaid Sims will no longer be seen without some features in affected Simmer Saves. However this fix is not retroactive, so it should be seen fixed in new saves.

Pizza delivery to Lagoon Look Lot has been fixed to arrive promptly.

This is Sulani Deep Lagoon Pizza, home of the 2×1 Mermadic Kelp Pizza and the Salty Llama Combo, may I take your order?

Uh huh… uh huh…

Yes, we now can ACTUALLY deliver to Lagoon Look…

Yes, we told our delivery Sims that they need to deliver it there and not keep the pizza for themselves… like give it to the actual client.

Discover University

We fixed an issue for our Console Simmers that wouldn’t allow them to close the Humanoid Robot’s Behavior Module Menus correctly.

Fixed an issue that would cause items to be repossessed when loans were fully paid. That is NOT how it worked Repo Person… NOT how it worked.

Sims with Research & Debate Skill 3 or higher will no longer be able to “Convince to” with Toddler Sims.

Masquerade Secret Society Masks are now properly unlocked in Create a Sim when joining the Secret Society.

Fixed an issue in which Heckle animation was sometimes not being performed autonomously by Sims while playing Ping Pong.

Eco Lifestyle

Fixed an issue that triggered the Off-the-Grid notifications after traveling to different Lots in Evergreen Harbor, even when they are not labeled as Off-the-Grid.

Fixed an issue in which some placeholder text was showing in notifications after Dumpster Diving.

The Americana Station Speakers will now play Music… as the prophecy foretold.

When the We Wear Bags N.A.P is active, Grim Reaper will not be partially invisible when appearing on a Lot. Grim Reaper contributes!

Living the No Appliance lifestyle? We’ve got news for you! Sims will no longer be penalized for not having “Eco-Friendly Appliances.” No appliances, no fines!

Snowy Escape

Vending Machine Canned Soups and Drinks won’t spoil anymore. Time to stock up!

Sims can no longer go on Hikes while holding their Toddlers.

Space Heaters will now be able to be placed on Lots from Inventory. Sharing the warmth everywhere!

Fixed an issue in which the Shoe Removal Sign in 5-1-2 Kiyomatsu was not working properly. We also added Shoe Removal Signs in 5-1-1 Kiyomatsu and 2-4-2 Wakabamori.

Sims will now be more visibly furious when having the appropriate furious sentiment toward other Sims. “Yes, I’m mad!… No! This IS my furious face!”

Fixed an issue with some animations that would stutter while Snowboarding or Skiing. We also made sure that Sims with a high level of those skills would not always choose the Bunny Slopes.

Izzy Fabulous’ Star Simmi Rank was just too fabulous so we had to correct it to be one star less than displayed. Don’t worry Izzy, you are a full 4 stars in my book, you are that fabulous to me.

After much debate of whether it is the Cave Shrine or the Mountain Shrine for Hiking destinations we finally decided to just call it Mountain Shrine.

We revised the Snoop-Proof Bamboo Blinds and it is now possible to drop’em like they’re hot with the Thousand Words Window.

NPC Sims will no longer “take over” the Slopes for themselves for an indefinite period of time, now they will be sharing with all Sims the joys of the Slopes.

Fixed an issue in which Sims would get highlighted in the Sentiment Panel as if receiving new Sentiments every time traveling is involved.

Sims with Rock Climbing Skill 7, or higher, are able to autonomously climb the Tall Wall (Such tall! So much wall!). There is no need to not face what makes you uncomfortable… autonomously.

Food Stalls at Mt. Komorebi Festivals won’t be closing shop randomly during Festival hours anymore. <guitar and piano intro> Closing time, open all the Stalls and eat all the food in the world…Closing time, turn all the lights on and let Yamachan greet you heeeere…

Create a Sim asset ymHat_EP10HelmetGoggles has been fixed to no longer display clipping around the neck area as well as we made sure no facial hair is removed when wearing this asset.

Dine Out

Experimenting with photo frames will no longer use the same picture of an Experimental Meal when displayed.

Vampires

Vampire Sims will no longer be affected by temperature, so they won’t be constantly obsessed with lighting fireplaces trying to get warm.

It's here – and a day early! Today, a free game update brings you 100+ skin tones, customization tools for skin tones and makeup, three improved base game hairstyles, and a main menu makeover. Available now to all The Sims 4 players! pic.twitter.com/p7QIIkI74d

— The Sims (@TheSims) December 7, 2020

A huge thanks to @Xmiramira @EbonixSims @MiaZaff1 @RaonyPhillips & @catherinegYT for the candid conversations & constructive feedback! Their input, representing their viewpoints alongside their player communities, was instrumental to current & future improvements. #GameChangers !

— The Sims (@TheSims) December 7, 2020

Every skin tone now has a value slider, unlocking thousands of customizable options. In addition, we made improvements to both new and existing skin tones, including strengthening the quality of suntans and sunburns.

— The Sims (@TheSims) December 7, 2020

#news #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #game patch

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storiesbyjes2g · 4 years ago

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Winston joined me for dinner after showering. We didn’t talk much. I mean, how do you transition from mind-blowing woohoo to...anything? If he and I are still on the same page, he’s struggling with budding feelings and considering what’s next. I didn’t mind the silence, but if I didn’t say something soon, he’d probably go back home. I didn’t want that. And, surprisingly, I didn’t want him to stay for another round of magic. I just wanted to be near him. Just because. I asked if he would like to stay the night, and he said yes.

We watched TV, and it was nice yet weird. I don’t really watch TV. I only bought it because I felt like I should have one. I gave him the remote. He probably thought it was another kind gesture, but I was completely out of my element. But, sitting there on my couch watching colored pixels zip across the screen as he flipped through channels, I don’t know...I think we may be onto something.

After an hour or so, we went upstairs. I totally intended to go to sleep but Winston had other plans. Heh, and I thought this afternoon was magical! Holy freezer bunnies! This time was slow and gentle and sweet, almost like he... Let me not put the cart before the llama.

I like having him next to me. I feel safe and warm. I think we’re definitely onto something.

#ISBI challenge #ts4 story #sims 4 story #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #sims stories #adolting #Amina Pope #Winston Crenshaw #adolting gen 1

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emmmmmit · 4 years ago

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hey really weird question but what like,, typical perfume/cologne scents do you associate with the a3 characters??

*comes running in with ars overflowing with perfumes*

OOOOOOOOO NOW THIS- THIS IS A STRENGTH!

also hey! my first writing ask! woohoo!!!

The a3! boys as scents!

🌸🌸SPRING TROUPE!🌸🌸

Sakuya- Cherry Blossom! Not only is it his signature flower, but its a sweet, calming scent!

Masumi- forget me not! forget-me-nots represent true love and the smell of them is strong yet sweet!

Tsuzuru- coffee, and sweat, yes ik it sounds gross. but considering his diet is mainly coffee on those long nights (and I doubt he would shower if he's on a time crunch)

Citron- sandalwoodsandalwoodsandalwoodsandalwoodsandalwood- yes, sandalwood. idk why but sandalwood just reminds me of something regal or fAnCy, and citron fits that as well.

Itaru- some of that mildly expensive cologne for work (and a musty smell for when he's busy ranking in an event his best girl is in)

Chikage- yk those people who smell like spices? Yea that's chikage but probably 10x stronger

more under the cut!

☀️☀️SUMMER TROUPE!☀️☀️

Tenma- some of that good stuff yk? he's already bad at managing money just let him smell nice, but it is pretty strong

Yuki- WAS THAT WARM VANILLA BITCH WE ALL HATED IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, he probably still is, we just love him now

Muku- he's that one softie that smells like coconut we all love yk? like its just so fitting for him!

Misumi- okay yall know when it just stopped raining and you go outside? yes, he has an earthy smell, but its a pleasant one!

Kazunari- citrus! he’s that bitch we all know and love so why not give him a nice smell, perfect for making him more approachable!

Kumon- I honestly believe he smells like he just worked out yk? But its mixed with like axe body spray or old spice, so its not that bad but might be a little suffocating

🍁🍁AUTUMN TROUPE!🍁🍁

Banri- old spice, you can't change my mind okay? we all know he's that douchebag at school who smells like old spice

Juza- this sweet boy needs a sweet smell! so vanilla! he most likely picked it up hoping it would make him more approachable but sadly people are still intimidated by him

Taichi- AXE BODY SPRAY YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND!! HE LOWKEY THINKS THAT THE LADIES ARE INTO IT- NO TAICHI STOP IT’S ONLY SUFFOCATING THEM!!!

Omi- I have a feeling he would smell like leather! but it's not very strong but the smell is pleasant!

Sakyo- I have a feeling it's a strong smell yet comforting, like those smells you can't pinpoint on what it is but its somehow comforting

Azami- Eucalyptus! It's great for the skin AND it smells good!

❄️❄️WINTER TROUPE!❄️❄️

Tsumugi- willow water! its a nice floral smell but it has a bite to it. kinda like how tsumu seems all innocent like a flower and then you get the bite and find out he's a kinky bitch

Tasuku- DEGREE DEODORANT- not only does he look like a stick of it, but the fact he does sports fits well with it

Hisoka- mint or hot choccy! mint because he looks one and it sounds good with marshmallows, and hot choccy bc it also goes with marshmallows!

Homare- those book smells- I think those book smells, whether old or new, fit better because of how many books he has and how much time he spends with them

Azuma- Lavender! as it's his job as a professional cuddler he probably would smell like lavender as its a very calming smell!

Guy- I have a feeling jasmine would fit him best, its a gentle smell, and would match his calm appearance he has most of the time

That’s it! this request was pretty fun! Feel free to request almost anything you want!

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elvendara · 4 years ago

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March Madness 2021

AKA Yooran Month!

Ahh, back on my laptop! No more posting from my phone, woohoo! Anyway, here is the beginning of a different look at one of the Yoosung bad endings with Unknown:

Since that first day, he hadn’t laid a finger on him. He hadn’t been particularly nice, but he had not taken his anger out on him again. Mostly Yoosung had been ignored. The days blurred together, and it was impossible for him to remember how long he’d been held as a prisoner. If you could call what was happening to him incarceration.

Unknown confused him. It was almost like he was confused himself. Some days Unknown paid incredible attention to him, eating each meal with him and talking his ear off over nonsense or his daily routine. Most days however, he ignored Yoosung to the point that Yoosung would have to ask for food. He wasn’t allowed to leave the room, though it was a nice room, a full-sized comfortable bed, an entire wall of bookcases filled to the brim, many more books spilling onto a desk and the floor. There was even a computer, though it had not internet access. Unknown had even brought in a gaming console and hooked it up to the small TV on the floor.

He’d tried to just leave on one of the days Unknown treated him as invisible. He had been caught, but the man had only looked at him with what appeared to be disappointment and led him back to the room. It was the first time he had locked him inside. But only for that day. Yoosung could have walked out again, there were days where Unknown was gone from the house. He just couldn’t make himself do it. What if the front door was locked? What if this was a test? What if Unknown turned violent again? So, he did nothing, frozen and afraid.

Most nights Unknown worked away on his computer in the adjoining room, separated only by the bathroom. Yoosung could hear him clicking away, fingers flying across the keyboard as if by magic. There was a small twin sized bed in that room but Unknown seemed to not need much sleep. Some mornings Yoosung would wake up to find the man in bed with him. He had never tried to touch him, but it had still a bit unnerving.

If he received a phone call, which was not very often, he would go outside to take it. There was nearly always a highly emotional response after these phone calls. He might be agitated, talking to himself, even going so far as to hit himself over the head and call himself names. He might cry silently, pain written all over his face. He might be angry and punch the wall. Whatever the emotion, it was always followed by a couple of days of him not sleeping, barely eating, and plugging away on the keyboard.

This was one of those days. Yoosung leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom and watched the man, his glassy eyes never leaving the bank of monitors before him. He looked haggard, thick bags under his eyes, lips parched. Yoosung looked around the room, his eyes falling on the small fridge in the corner. He knew Unknown kept drinks in there but wasn’t sure if he’d restocked it recently. With a sigh he stepped in the room, something he normally would never dare, and opened the fridge. There were a few water bottles in it and a convenience store sandwich. He picked a bottle up and checked the date on the sandwich, good enough.

He set the water bottle down next to Unknown, his fingers paused over the keys, but his eyes never left the monitors. Yoosung busied himself with opening up the sandwich, ham and cheese, it smelled OK. He took one of the triangles and handed it to the other man. It seemed that he would just ignore him, but then he took it, glancing at Yoosung briefly. Yoosung took the other triangle and took a bite. While it was a bit dry, it wasn’t bad. His stomach growled and he realized this was the first thing he’d had to eat in a day and a half. They ate in silence, Unknown taking the water bottle and drinking most of it in one go. Yoosung leaned against the desk, trying not to make eye contact.

Once he finished his half of the sandwich, he took the cellophane and the empty bottle, tossing them in the garbage. Then he fished out two more bottles, leaving one in front of Unknown and taking the second one back into his room. There was some tension in his body, but mostly, he felt good. There was something about Unknown that felt fragile, wounded, sad. The violence he had exhibited after Yoosung had kept him from blowing up Rika’s apartment had vanished, leaving something of a husk behind.

Yoosung was still trying to figure him out to no avail, but he was worried that he was beginning to have feelings for the man. It had been difficult resisting putting his arms around the white-haired man and comforting him. He shook his head, Unknown had beat him senseless and kidnapped him, hoping to use him against the RFA, he could not afford to begin to have compassion for him. For all he knew, this was Unknown’s plan, to get him to let his guard down. And then there was MC. Were his feelings so shallow? He’d believed he was in love with her, but now he was rethinking his own feelings. Each day that love felt ephemeral, cheap, fragile. He knew nothing about her except the few interactions they’d had through the chat. He fell for her hard, but there was no substance there. He closed his eyes and berated himself for being so foolish.

The door to the other room opened and closed making him sit up. The front door opened as well then he heard a vehicle start. Yoosung sighed in relief. At least he hadn’t crossed a hard boundary, sometimes it was difficult to know. He walked to the door of his room, peering through the open door of the bathroom through to the other room. Unknown always closed that door when he went out. Yoosung had tried it a couple of times, but it was always barred. Whatever was in there, Unknown didn’t want to take the chance of Yoosung finding it or snooping.

With a sigh he tried the handle on the door. It was unlocked of course, it always was. He pulled it open and peered into the hallway. To the right was the door to Unknown’s room, another closed door at the end of the hall. To the left was the living room and kitchen. He’d only seen them once, when he had tried to escape. He couldn’t see the front door from where he stood but he remembered where it was. He wondered yet again if he could leave. Just walk out.

He could, it was right there, Unknown was gone. Rounding his shoulders, he lowered his head and walked back into his room, closing the door behind him. He would wait.

💥💥💥

He wiped the mirror of the condensation from the steam of the shower and towel dried his hair. It was getting long and Unknown had asked him if he wanted it cut. He had declined, preferring to just let it grow. The roots were showing, and he thought he would eventually just grow it out and cut off the blonde. There was nobody here to impress, unless he counted Unknown. He wondered if he would still be here when that finally happened.

Time just seemed to flow, slowly. There was no calendar, but the weather had changed from warm to chilly, becoming cold. Six months is about what he estimated. Six months since he’d been beaten and kidnapped. He had free roam of the house now, it was small with only three rooms a full bath and a half bath. Most days he spent cooking and gaming while Unknown worked on whatever it was he worked on. He’d filled out a bit, put more fat on his bones and he looked much healthier. They never had visitors, but he was still getting plenty of phone calls that put him on edge.

There had never been another violent incident but Yoosung had heard Unknown break down in the middle of the night several times before he garnered the courage to walk into his room and comfort him. The first time he’d found Unknown in the corner, weeping hysterically and banging his head against the wall. He’d put his arms around the man without a second thought once he’d seen what was happening. Unknown froze mid weep, his breathing halted before he gave into the embrace and let Yoosung rock him.

There had been more instances of this and eventually Unknown had taken to sleeping in bed with Yoosung. Yoosung found that he didn’t mind one bit. He would tell himself that this was just a ploy, that Unknown was just using him, getting him to let his guard down. But it was no use. Yoosung’s heart had already become attached. Unknown was wounded. He didn’t flatter himself in thinking that he would be able to ‘fix’ Unknown, but he could be a balm. And whatever the man was working on, against the RFA, perhaps he could find a way to make him see things differently. One thing was clear, Unknown was miserable.

They were getting closer. Each day was another brick laid on the foundation, a very shaky one. After all, what kind of healthy relationship could they possibly have as prisoner and jailer? With a sigh Yoosung turned away from the mirror and the reflection of his amethyst eyes looking back at him. He was a fool, he knew it, but he couldn’t help it.

#my posts #Yooran #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #Unknown #alternate ending #alternate bad ending #for Yoosung route #mysme #mystic messenger #March Madness 2021 #Yooran Month #YOORAN FOREVER

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rohobi · 5 years ago

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Serendipity 10 | (m)

Story Description: After you reveal your inexperienced sexual status to your bestfriend, Jungkook grapples with the news, startled by the idea that the girl he always thought could get anyone, is a virgin. After finding his porn at 3AM, you decide that maybe it’s about time to stain the white sheets of your world with the colors of a forbidden fruit Jungkook seems to have in the palm of his hands.

PAIRING— jeon jungkook x reader, friendwithbenefitsAU

GENRE/WARNINGS— smut, fluff, humour

← CHAPTERS → CHAPTER 11

It's 3 pm on a Monday.

You're in a soundproof meeting room in the library. It's one of those meeting rooms where the walls are completely glass; you can see out but people can't see in. It's horribly distracting but wonderful for those who love to people watch. You, however, dislike people watching and wish you were in bed instead.

There's a big white table in the middle of the room with eight white plastic seats around it. Some of us have come straight from lectures with fresh hot coffees held close to chests. Some of us have come before going to lectures or like you and Claudia, before going to the student council office.

The room is only meant to fit 8 or 9 people but in this particular case, we've fit about 12 people.

You came early with Claudia to grab the unbooked room, so you're in a chair comfortably waiting for everyone to arrive, nervously at your fingernails. People like Yoongi and Hoseok and Mabel are packed like sardines up against the wall.

And Jungkook has obviously come from the gym, his hair still damp from the shower he likes to have when he's finished working out. You haven't met eye contact with him but you checked him out when he was on his phone in front of you.

You sigh, as you think about how delicious he looks in his white cotton button-up. It wasn't fair.

That bastard.

"Sorry, I'm late," Wendy whispers, closing the glass door behind her, standing in front of it next to Yoongi. "The health department are having an influenza talk, wanted to make sure I had enough information."

"That's wise," you smile, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Is that everyone?"

Claudia does a headcount before finally smiling.

It was glamping season and Claudia had pulled Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, the girls and you into a meeting to discuss how we'd utilize it. Apparently, this is an important part of university culture that you had blissfully ignored prior.

Ever since Halloween, you've been throwing yourself into group activities with the girls. It's actually been so nice just to be apart of a group of girls who are positive and optimistic while being study focused and career-driven. You've been blessed.

But you miss Jungkook.

It's been two weeks of discomfort with the way things were left last time.

He's been busy and you've been busy with study.

You feel on the edge.

Maybe a holiday is exactly what you need. You'll be refreshed by the fresh air, you'll be around more people, you'll have fun talking about non-Jungkook and non-law study things. You'll be comfortable and fed and warm and loved.

Whatever Claudia organizes, hell, you're in.

The excitement pulsed through you as you fantasized making smores with the girls, playing truth or dare, drinking and having fun.

As you daydream, the fantasy shifts to camping with Jungkook and you're eternally grateful to be pulled out of your thoughts as your phone buzzes in your pocket because hell, it was getting romantic all up in your brain.

Shaking your head, you pull out your phone and read the message.

Jungkook: Hey, you look nice today

You gape down at the plain blue jeans and Harvard grey hoodie. Your attire wasn't exactly aimed to impress.

You: I'm not dressing to impress but thanks

Jungkook: You're finally responding to me? Woohoo Jungkook: Hi

You: Focus

Sighing, you slip your phone back into your pocket. To be honest, you haven't spoken to or spent time with Jungkook in a while. The embarrassment of what happened on Halloween plagued your thoughts and you couldn't bare confronting those feelings around him.

So embarrassing.

And it's not like you're his girlfriend or anything, this was okay.

Jungkook leans on his chair to meet your eyes. You blush when he smiles. That stupid smile, making your heart flutter.

"Y/N," Claudia claps her hands, "I know Jungkook can be distracting but are you even listening."

You startle, looking away from him to Claudia. "Sorry, carry on."

"My fault, she's still not talking to me," Jungkook laughs, stretching his hands behind his head. You can tell he has more to say with words hanging off the tip of his tongue. "Do me a favor Claudia and put her tent next to mine. She can't run away from me then."

Everyone in the room groans.

"Excuse me?" Frowning at Jungkook, you raise your voice. "You ugly ass noodlehead. Imma make sure I'll be in the tent furthest away from you!"

"Oh yeah," Jungkook chuckles, leaning forward, he places his fists underneath his chin. "With who? You'll just end up in my tent anyway, who are you kidding here?"

Heat dusts your cheeks. "That's not true! I'll just stay with Seulgi!"

"Oh hello," Seulgi winks, licking her lips at you. "You can stay with me in my tent any time."

Sinking in your chair, you cover your face with your hands. "Oh god. Seulgi, shut up."

"Don't worry babe, unlike Jungkook, I'll keep it in my pants."

Wendy laughs loudly, interrupting any opportunity to clap back. "Oh my god, this suddenly got way more fun. I'm coming!"

"Of course it did," Mabel adds, fanning herself with her book, "You're all a bunch of whores we get it. Will we have to sleep on air beds and is there an option to sleep somewhere else if we have to. I can't stand those things."

Jungkook agrees. "They make too much noise when you move."

"See? Thanks, Jungkook," Mabel smiles. "And they bloody deflate in the middle of the night. I don't want rocks in my ass."

"Mabel, we're on beds." Claudia groans, flicking her hair over her should as she takes out her computer. Connecting her MacBook with the big screen, she opens her prepared PowerPoint slideshow.

The first slide shows a glamping location in Busan that she liked. "Alright, my Busan babes in the room. Welcome to camp cozy."

To say the campsite was beautiful was an understatement.

There were four big khaki tents and they were already set up at the site with large beds and furniture within. Fairy lights all over the place, fluffy blankets, fluffy pillows, big bean bags. Christ. It was perfect. "From my expert research and communication skills, each tent comes with a double bed, so we have beds for 8 people."

Yoongi raises his hand. "I have a question."

Claudia nods.

"I don't want to share a tent with anyone else because I plan on having a lot of sex in my tent, where do I go?"

Everyone in the room snorts.

"What? I'm asking what you're all thinking?"

Wendy walks across the room to slap his back. She chuckles madly. "I agree."

"I'm not bumping uglies with you Wendy, don't act like we're on the same team," Yoongi shakes her hand off his back. "Although if my date doesn't turn up, I'm happy to cuddle and stroke your hair and talk about our boy problems."

She stands in front of him, blinking in confusion. "Are you being serious because that actually sounds so fucking nice."

He laughs loudly at her. "Of course I'm not."

Wendy pouts, raising her shoulders to her cheeks as she walks back to her side of the room. "Asshole."

Claudia clicks next on the slideshow, showing alternative options. "Our options are 4 big tents for 8 people or 10 if you're little, and if you want privacy, don't come," pointing to the beach she cheekily adds, "I hear the sand is a nice mattress, why don't you find out Yoongi?"

"I've never had sex on a beach before," Yoongi deflates, "Am I okay to bring my own tent then? I'll pitch it myself, I'll even drive down myself?"

"Sure," clicking onto the next slides, she goes through items we'll need and an estimate of the cost. "If anyone wants to help organize this?"

You're acutely aware your phone is buzzing in your pocket but you're also aware that it's Jungkook because he's on his phone and he's aiming it at you. Biting your bottom lip, you raise out of your seat.

"Should we split up into groups to help organize this? Transport, Food, Cleaning, Finance, Activities?"

Claudia beams, finally happy someone was contributing to the organization of it. "That's a beautiful idea, oh bless your little cotton socks."

Everyone mutters between themselves as Claudia opens up her google document. You watch as she types your name under food and Jungkook's under transport.

"Is Y/N a good cook?" Hoseok asks Yoongi, crossing his arms across his chest. "I bet she is. She can cook for me any day. We love a kitchen bitch."

"She can like totally hear you," Mabel says, rolling her eyes. "And she is like 100% taken you giant ass."

"No, she isn't," Hoseok holds his hands up in surrender. "Last time I checked, she was single."

"Ugh, who even invited you," she stands up, walking over to him. "You're lucky I find you attractive otherwise, you'd be blOCKED from coming. Aren't you studying sociology or something."

You don't need to look at Jungkook to know that he's beaming in delight and is now a big fan of Mabel. The tension in the air between Jungkook and Hoseok makes you uncomfortable. You've never been put in a position like this before giving you were just a virgin like a couple of months ago and had no idea what a peen actually looked like.

"Looks like I have a fan." Hoseok steps closer to Mabel and whispers into her ear. No one knows what he says but she blushes and rushes out of the room.

"What'd you say to Mabel?" You ask concerned, she's never run off so fast.

"I have seduction superpowers," Hoseok winks at me. "Want me to come over and whisper in your ear too? Bet I can seduce you in less than a second."

"No thank you," You gulp, unsure what to say to that. Jungkook stands out of his chair, glaring at Hoseok. "Leave her alone bro."

"What?" Hoseok chuckles, winking at you again. "I'm just having a bit of fun with her. She's so kitten-like, makes me want to get to know her a bit more."

There's a possessive tone to Jungkook's defense that's both intimidating and sexy. "Well, don't. Shut the fuck up. Leave the girls alone."

"Am I not allowed to? She looks like she's enjoying it?

Seulgi sinks into her seat next to you.

"No, you aren't allowed to," You've never seen Jungkook so angry before. "She's mine, back off."

The whole room goes silent at that.

The tension in the room is palpable.

And your heart is pounding against your chest.

"Is that true," he asks you, goading you to speak up with his eyebrows. "Are you Jungkook's girlfriend?"

Your heart is pounding so hard against your chest that it's deafening in your eats.

What am I supposed to say to that because I honestly am not his girlfriend officially, although it would be nice? This is not how I thought this meeting would go at all and quite frankly, I'm pissed. Jungkook's face is pink. It's the only thing I can focus on. I can't even remember what he asked me. He seems to want to know the answer to Hoseok's question as well, as though he doesn't know the answer either. Dumbass. They're all dummies. Who are these people and why are they putting me on the spot like this. I didn't ask for any of this, I'm just simple girl-

"Ooh, Jimin wants to get coffee," Yoongi giggles, interrupting your thoughts, softening the tension in the room as he gapes at his phone. "There's too much testosterone in this room, why not you both just fuck each other and get over it."

For a second you think Yoongi is referring to you and Jungkook.

Anger dissipates when Yoongi slaps Hoseoks ass. "Sounds like you both need to relieve some tension and normally, I enjoy a bit of torture but this is horrible. Claudia, message me with details, I'd love to come. It okay if I bring Jimin?"

She nods.

Yoongi doesn't say anything after that. He simply picks up his backpack, nods at Claudia before leaving the room. You wish you had the guts to do the same but you feel frozen and Claudia looks desperate for help now.

Hoseok sighs. "Looks like she's single my bro."

Jungkook says nothing to this.

He simply stares at you in an unreadable expression as you stand and walk towards him.

Gesturing for him to sit down, you pat his back to calm him, he leans into your touch like a kitten being scratched behind its ear. "Sit down and calm down, I don't know why you boys get off on tormenting girls but cut it out or I'll cut YOU out."

Jungkook apologizes while taking his seat.

"And you," Pointing at Hoseok, you scoff. "Who even are you? You don't get to speak to me or about me like that. Women aren't pieces of meat, we're human beings. Now, shut the hell up and keep your dick in your skirt and your tongue in your mouth."

The girls laugh behind you.

Claudia thanks you.

Fucking Hoseok.

You decide then and there, that when you go glamping, you'll piss in his shampoo.

Little bitch.

"Now that everyone's finished their periods. Jungkook, you're the team captain for transport, liaise with me so we can try and get a discount or something," she writes Seulgi's name underneath his, "Hoseok, how do you feel about organizing activities?"

He picks up his laptop bag. "I'm fine with any job you give me Claudia. As long as people aren't afraid of drinking games, we should be A-okay," he lifts his wrist, staring at his watch. "Naeun is pretty fun as well, can she work with me since Y/N can't?"

"Be careful Hoseok," Claudia warns, adding her name to the list, she finishes. "Anyone who isn't in a group by the end of the day will be on cleaning duties."

She then re-opens the map, showing us the trip location. You stare at the pictures as she flicks through them. There's something so nice about camping by the beach, a nice dip when it's too hot, a bonfire at night with the sound of cascading waves.

Your phone buzzes once more in your pocket. You pull it out, knowing it's going to be a message from the mousy brunette still huffing in anger.

Jungkook: Can we talk after this?

Looking above your phone, Jungkook tilts his head at you, a worried expression sits between his brows.

Taking a deep breath, you respond.

You: I'm hungry, want to get something to eat?

Jungkook: Can we go now?

You: When Claudia is finished.

"Claudia, are you done?" Jungkook asks, placing his hands together in prayer. "Please be done. I'm so hungry."

Seulgi frowns. "Is that what it is, hanger?"

Hoseok winks at Seulgi.

"Ugh, can someone fucking uninvite him," she gags loudly, "He might give us all ear chlamydia."

You watch the cocky little shit deflate. A bit of you feels sorry for him but after what he just pulled with you and Jungkook, hall hath no fury like a scorched betch.

"I guess this meeting is over then," Claudia sighs, closing her computer down as well. "I'll make us a group chat to discuss it."

Jungook loudly jumps out of his seat, the gloom worried appearance he previously wore, now replaced with pure happiness. "Yes, let's go eat Y/N!" He rushes over to your side of the table to help you pack up.

"Ooh, can I come?" Wendy and Seulgi both ask.

"No, "Jungkook pulls you out of your chair, patting your bum as you leave the meeting room. "We need to talk and eat, you guys can go eat and talk with someone else."

You don't even have enough time to say goodbye or apologies or tell Claudia you won't be coming to the council office because Jungkook is rushing you out of the room, down the aisles of the library and into the darkest parts of the university library.

You're going in the opposite direction to food as he takes you within the deep depths of the math and science department.

"Jungkook, where are you taking me?"

He hushes you. "We gotta talk."

Irritated, you stop. "Jungkook, I don't really want to talk, I wanna eat," turning around to face him, he grabs your shoulders, pushing you down the aisle backward. "JUNGKOOK!"

"You have no choice, we need to talk," He stops, then he looks left and right before softly pushing you up against the wall. It's clumsy and not at all sexy when Jungkook tries to bypass the big ass fake plant next to you and you slightly trip as he pushes you back up against the wall. His hold on you is strong, as he quite literally picks you up by the shoulders to help you stand.

"Now, You." he starts.

"No, you let me talk," You harshly whisper, "You gotta give a girl a warning and I'm starving so let's do this later."

Dropping his hands from your shoulders. He stares deeply into your eyes. "Shut up for a second will you? Or I'll make you shut up. I have that power you know."

"Jungkook, what the hell," you whisper, pushing his chest away from yours. "You could've just asked me to follow you, you didn't need to push me up against the damn wa-

You don't get to finish what you were saying because Jungkook slams his lips against yours, stopping the words from leaving your mouth. The kiss is startling but not unwelcome as you close your eyes and melt once again into him.

Moving his hand up against your body, he cups the back of your neck. He's unexpectedly rough as he grips on your hair, pulling your body against his. Your hands rest on his waist as you easily fall back into the rhythm.

He kisses you like he's starving like he hasn't had food in days.

Oh man, this boy.

Raising your hands, you hold his face tenderly, hoping he gets the point to soften the kiss. Kisses with Jungkook are always magical but this one had so much feeling. Each movement of his lips and his tongue were filled with unspoken words, fears, and anxieties. It was startling how much a kiss could say and how much this kiss overwhelmed you.

He holds you close, not wanting to let you go.

Your body shivers, sensitive to his touch as his warm hands continue touching you.

He loosens his grip on your hair, resting his warm palm on the back of your neck. It's a feeling you're familiar with, being held so tenderly.

Pulling away from the kiss, Jungkook leans his forehead on yours.

You both pant from the intensity of the emotions, your eyes still closed.

"It's been hell without you, Y/N," he catches his breath, his voice a soft whisper. "I can't take this anymore. I've reached my limit."

"What?" Opening your eyes in panic, your heart stops as you stare into his gentle brown eyes. Is he ...is he dumping you. "Wait, what do you mean by that Jungkook?"

He steps back, unable to meet you in the eyes. "I can't do this anymore. I can't hold myself back anymore. I'm getting jealous. I want to have you around all the time. I want you to study with me. I want you to call me in the morning and before you go to bed. I want to hold your hand when we walk around campus. I want people to know that you're mine and that I'm yours. I want to kiss you. I want to fuck you. I want to hold you as you cum. I want all of it. "

You're confused. "What? Jungkook, I-

He presses his hand up against your mouth.

"I don't like this uncertainty of who I am to you, I'm creating a boundary right here and I want it around us," He releases his finger to let you respond, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

...

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“The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.”

Robyn walked back over to the bed and crawled up beside Taron.

“Hey you.”

“Hey you too.” He replied. “I am sorry.”

“Seriously, you say sorry to me again and I am going to cover you in the duvet.” Taron opened his eyes to look at her confused. “I don’t think you want to be swamped in a lovely warm duvet at the moment, it’s the worst thing I could think to do to you. You don’t have to be sorry. You have to listen to the doctor and do what she said. No work until Thursday. No interviews, no press. No nothing until you are better and you won’t have a say in this because you will have Lyndsey, me and your mother on your case. No more sorry. Now its sleep time.”

“I am on the wrong side.”

Robyn rolled her eyes. “It will work. Sleep is sleep and a cuddle is a cuddle.”

It definitely felt strange to be on the opposite sides of the bed but Robyn opened her left arm and shuffled closer to Taron, giving him the space he needed to lean his head on her chest. He stayed on his side, his knees once again leaning on her legs, his left arm tucked under his chin leaning on her body as he closed his eyes. He could already feel the effects of the medicine he was given and had a sneaky suspicion apart from the antibiotics and pain killers, he had been given something to help him sleep and he was quickly hitting that state of haziness before you don’t remember drifting off. A long cough left his lips and he groaned moving a little so his head was lower and as Robyn’s hand lightly ran over his side, he fell asleep.

They weren’t the deep breathes she was used to feeling when Taron slept beside her but he was sleeping and she was relieved to feel his body slump against her. He had been holding himself so rigid and stiff all night and the previous day, it was nice to actually see him somewhat relaxed. In his sleep though he still fretted and a cough would leave his body but he didn’t wake. Robyn had left her phone and his in the bathroom but looked to her watch to see it was just after nine in the morning. It had been a long night for Taron and she was glad he was sleeping but it had been just as long and hard for her. She wouldn’t take the risk to sleep though no matter how much she could feel her head bobbing to the top of Taron’s as her own body tried to rest. It was the opening of the door that gave her the little shock her body needed to fully wake up.

“Robyn sorry. You were asleep. I didn’t realise.”

Blinking a few times, Robyn watched Lyndsey walk into the room with a second pharmacy bag in her hands, another brown bag and coffee cup tray with three cups in it, pulling her small case behind her. “I left a note for your manager to say I took your case and that you were with Taron. I hope I got everything. I will leave it here. You go back to sleep. I am going to go and sort out Taron’s schedule.”

Robyn shook her head. She hadn’t even realised she had fallen asleep until the bang of the door jolted her awake and now as she looked down to Taron who was still sleeping, she was mentally kicking herself for sleeping when she was supposed to be watching over him. “No I am good. You can stay Lyndsey.”

“You need to sleep or you will get sick like him. You can’t lecture him and not expect the same back.” Lyndsey came to sit on the bed at Taron’s back. “He drives me to my wits end.”

Robyn grinned. “I can only imagine.”

“I am glad he has you though.”

“Yes, he’s stuck with me.” Robyn joked but stopped speaking as Taron moved in his sleep to the left and off Robyn onto his back, a long cough filling him before he settled sitting slightly up against the pillows, his face turning into Robyn’s shoulder, Lyndsey standing up out of his way. The two women held their breathe, waiting for him to wake, but he didn’t, his left arm across his stomach, his right resting by his side.

“Like I was saying, you need to sleep too. It was a long night for you. In fact, you have your stuff now, why don’t you take a shower. I can watch him while I sort his schedule out.”

“I would like to sit with him a little longer. It’s only been an hour or so.”

“Robyn it is nearly one in the afternoon.” Lyndsey saw the surprise in her face. “Traffic in Paris is a nightmare and it took a while to get to your hotel and back again.”

“I didn’t think it was that late.” Robyn covered her mouth as she yawned. “It feels earlier. I guess I drifted off.”

“Maybe you should lay next to Taron and get some more sleep. I can still sit here and sort things out.”

Robyn looked to Taron’s peaceful face as he slept. It was the first time he looked somewhat content since she had seen him yesterday, though his cheeks were still a little flushed. She lifted her right hand and slowly ran her index finger down his nose, doing it again, Lyndsey watching on with a hidden smile at the sweet little gesture Robyn gave to Taron’s face. It was so evident, as Taron stirred in his sleep moving his head a little closer to Robyn’s shoulder to be more comfortable, that this was something Robyn did for Taron quite often and it was a beautiful and private moment that Lyndsey felt slightly awkward witnessing, even more so as Robyn placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. She frowned though as the young woman who had stayed up all night looking after Taron yawned tiredly.

“Seriously Robyn, get some rest.” Lyndsey instructed.

“I think I might actually take a shower instead. It was a long night.” Robyn lifted her eyes from Taron to look at his publicist.

“That’s why I think you should get some sleep and rest too. You were awake with him all night. You must be shattered.”

“I can function on little sleep.”

“Doesn’t mean you should Robyn. I will watch over him.”

“I know you will but I think maybe I will take that shower. Normally I like how warm his is but he was on fire last night. I think a shower is called for right now.”

“Sure, if that is what you want to do. I can sit with him in case he wakes. I will call you if he does.”

Robyn nodded and moved her body slowly away from Taron’s waiting to see if he fell forward but he was nestled into the pillows and only resting his cheek on her shoulder. She got off the bed and stretched, a long yawn leaving her lips.

“Did you sleep a wink when he came to visit you first?” Lyndsey asked her.

“Not really but that was mostly because of the nightmares and not ‘cos I was watching him all the time.”

“Nightmares?” Lyndsey asked.

“He didn’t tell you?” Robyn asked as she opened her case that Lyndsey had left beside the bed.

“He has told me a lot about his time with you but not about the nightmares. I do know about someone called Keith though.” Robyn cringed pausing as she routed through her stuff. “Judging by your reaction, that was something he wasn’t supposed to tell me.”

“I don’t mind. I know Taron was pissed off when he heard about that bastard so he probably needed someone to rant too.”

“It was a long rant.” Lyndsey agreed.

Robyn pulled her toiletry bag from her case, along with some clean clothes and stood up. “I don’t mind that he told you. Taron has been trying to show me how important it is to talk about things, share things so you don’t keep them bottled up and I can’t be mad at him for doing the same. It was hard for him to hear about Keith.”

“Keith was an arsehole Robyn.”

“Sure was. I am going to go and shower.”

Robyn walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, resting her back against the closed door. Taron had told Lyndsey about Keith and she wasn’t even mad at him for doing so. She couldn’t be mad at him for ranting on her behalf and sharing his emotions with Lyndsey. She was such a good friend to him and Robyn knew Taron trusted Lyndsey so Robyn trusted her too and with the way his publicist handled any press and media about the two of them, Robyn could do nothing but trust Lyndsey.

However, as Robyn moved away from the bathroom door and put her toiletry bag on the counter, she was overcome by her emotions and need to protect Taron at all costs and make sure he was going to be ok. As always, Robyn kept her true emotions inside and she was terrified Taron was going to take a horrible turn for the worst during the night and when he dashed to the bathroom to throw up, her own hidden anxiety was building, her concern for his well-being on overdrive. She was sure it spurred back from the first time she had met him, being the one to take care of him and here she was again looking after him. She didn’t mind doing it, in fact she loved looking after him. It was just her nature, looking after others and Taron was quickly becoming top priority for her and she was so glad when he admitted defeat and allowed for the doctor who came to examine him. Chloe came to this hotel room so quickly and did everything she could to help ease his pain and give him something to take the immediate edge of the sickness he felt. All Robyn had to do now was make sure Taron was going to follow the doctor’s instructions and with a lot of women on his case, she was sure he would have no choice but to do so. She turned on the shower and let it run as she stripped out of Taron’s clothes. They were cosy and comfy and she wondered if she could sneak them into her case to bring home because she could definitely see herself lounging in them on her couch.

It was a wonderful refreshing shower, one badly needed after sitting up with a sickly Taron all night and she quickly washed her hair and stepped out of the water feeling much more refreshed and awake. Her reflection showed how tired she was after staying up all night but she didn’t mind too much. She was just happy that Lyndsey had been able to find a doctor for Taron and he was getting the rest and medicine he needed to feel better.

Once dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, she brushed her teeth and her wet hair and tied it up in another messy bun and gathered her belongings and the two phones that were left in the bathroom and walked out into the bedroom. Taron was still asleep and Lyndsey was on her phone at the desk. She tidied away her things and walked around the bed to sit beside Taron, placing the two phones on the bedside locker. She placed a hand on his shoulder and immediately could feel a difference in his body temperature and she felt another river of relief run through her. It was a clear sign that the antibiotics were acting fast. She could even hear a change in his breathing and his once shallow breathes were slightly deeper and more even.

“That’s fantastic. He will be delighted.” Robyn turned to look at Lyndsey as she ended the phone call. “All sorted for his interviews.”

“That quick huh?”

“He wasn’t actually that busy Thursday but Friday was full on. I’ve just re-organised all his individual interviews on Friday for a panel instead. It was something I was considering for him and I know Matthew and Colin will be happier with that option too. Means instead of an afternoon of talking and repeating answers, they will just have one long panel of questions and answers. I can cancel his morning appearance on TV on Thursday if I need too, but I will wait until closer to the time. I am going to change his flight now and see if I can get him booked in the hotel here for another night.”

“You make it sound so very easy.”

“Been at it a long time. I know a lot of people and Taron had a very good reputation behind him. It helps.”

“He has a good team.”

“And he has you.” Lyndsey looked to Robyn who definitely looked recharged after her shower, but still incredibly tired, her hair sitting in a wet bun on the top of her head. “Go and dry your hair.”

“What?”

“You will get ill. Go and dry your hair and I am going to sort out his flight and the hotel room.”

“Lyndsey…”

“Go Robyn. When you come back, I have some food for you too and a luke warm coffee and don’t even question it. Go.”

Robyn sighed and turned on her heels but she turned back. “The noise will wake Taron.”

“Taron is out of the count. Close the bathroom door. He won’t wake. You know as well as I do, he is a deep sleeper.”

Robyn turned and grabbed her hairbrush from her case and walked back into the bathroom and closed the door behind her and ten minutes later walked back out of the bathroom with straight and dry hair.

“Better?” She asked Lyndsey.

“Much. Now come over here and eat something.”

Robyn walked over and sat down on the free chair at the desk, a selection of different sandwiches and food stuff on the desk in front of her. “Who on earth you were buying all of this for? Taron is no form for eating anything.”

“I didn’t know what you liked so I got a selection of different things.”

“You didn’t have to do this Lyndsey.” Robyn said as a coffee cup was pushed in her direction.

“Yes, I did. I know for a fact you came straight from work yesterday to Taron and didn’t eat anything. You must be starving. That is a latte but I have a black coffee and cappuccino here too.”

“The latte is fine.” Robyn took the lid off the coffee cup and added three sugars. “Thank you, Lyndsey.”

“No problem.”

Robyn took a sip from the coffee, the caffeine seeping into her blood immediately. “Perfect.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I am not a big coffee drinker but this is hitting the spot.”

“Please help yourself to the food too.”

Robyn reached over the took a croissant from the desk and nibbled on it. As she ate a small bit of the buttery treat, she took a glance to Taron’s publicist who was staring at her. “I can see you are dying to ask me something Lyndsey, please ask it.”

“Do you love him?” Lyndsey asked, seeing how although her question took the young woman by complete surprise, her face filled with a light pink tint and her features changed from surprise to a little smile. “And I know you love him Robyn. Your actions yesterday and since you met him make that so clear but do you love him?”

Robyn heard the different tones she used when she said the word ‘love’ twice. There was no point in even trying to lie to his publicist, knowing one woman who could see through another very easily and couple that with the fact that she had left her conference early and sat up all night with Taron was an obvious sign of her love for him. “I love him.” She replied steadily. “Very much love him.”

“Good.” Lyndsey replied with a smirk on her face. “I like you.”

Robyn chuckled. “I like you too Lyndsey and this is the most random conversation I have ever had.”

“So, Keith.”

“Keith?”

“Bit of a plonker?” Lyndsey asked as she took a drink from her coffee.

“Just a tad.”

“Taron’s a good man Robyn. He has a good heart and wonderful soul and is easy to love.”

“I know that Lyndsey.”

“And will love you back with all he has.” Robyn smiled shyly. “And smoother you in cuddles.” Lyndsey laughed.

“I do love a good cuddle.” Robyn whispered.

“He’s not Keith. I know New York…”

“I am going to stop you Lyndsey right there Lyndsey.” Robyn had brought her cup to her lips to take a drink but paused and put the cup back down. “New York is in our past and Keith is in mine and I am looking forward and only forward at the moment.” Robyn took a glance towards a sleeping Taron. “Definitely forward.”

“He was still an arsehole for what he did to you. Taron was fuming when he told me.”

“He was fuming when I told him. Actually, it was my mother who let it slip.”

“I can understand why you weren’t too keen to talk about it.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. Keith is just not worth the energy it takes to explain it all. As I said to Taron, it is our experiences that make us strong. Just so happened it was a shitty experience that made me stronger.”

“You are so together Robyn.”

“Together?”

“Nothing phases you.”

Robyn laughed lightly and took a drink from her cup. “I am not that put together.” She insisted, taking in Lyndsey’s look. “Taron makes me nervous.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yep.” She took another drink of coffee. “Not in a bad way at all. It’s more so getting used to having someone around who cares and genuinely cares. I don’t think Keith ever cared and when I kicked his arse to the curb, I just got very used to worrying about myself. Now I worry about him too.” Robyn nodded to Taron. “And am slowly getting used to him doing the same for me.”

“He definitely cares about you.”

Robyn nodded. “Yeah I know. It’s just my messed up head that needs convincing at times.” She sighed heavily.

“Ok I know that sigh. I know it very well because Taron makes the exact same one when he is talking about you. It can work you know.” Robyn looked to Lyndsey through her eyelashes. “Just trust your heart.”

“My heart is a little bit shattered.”

“Then trust Taron.” Lyndsey changed her words. “Your actions for him have already showed me how you feel and he bugged me until I changed his schedule so he could go and visit you two weeks ago for your musical and he is so excited for Friday. Well before he became so ill, he was excited.”

“He doesn’t have anything crazy planned, does he? I am already worrying about the red carpet and the dress and the press and media that I don’t think I could handle a massive surprise.”

“You let me worry about the press and media and as far as I am aware, he has nothing planned. Just the premier, the after party and then after a tour he normally sleeps, a lot.”

“Yeah he did tell me that.”

“He will have some press to attend Friday, providing he is well enough and then the premier Friday evening. The red carpet with media interviews, same as when you went to the musical with him. Then you go and watch the movie and there is an after party too and Taron normally goes to those things for a while before he slips out. Depends on how he feels by the end of the evening and then he sleeps for about two days.”

“He loves a good sleep.”

“He gets his best sleep when he is with you.”

“He likes my bed and my couch.”

“And a blue dinosaur?” Lyndsey asked with a grin.

“Aww yes. Cwtch.”

“He told me he has one and his sisters too.”

Robyn figured Taron hadn’t gone into detail about their dinosaur family with Lyndsey and she was waiting for an explanation. “When Taron came to see me back in September, he did a lot of snooping around my house and found my teddy bears that were hidden under my bed and took a liking to the blue dinosaur. He named him cwtch. When I made the memory book for Taron about his two weeks with me, his sisters obviously saw it and were immediately taken in by the dinosaur so I got them one of their own and then when Taron was with me two weeks ago we went the beach and the amusements and there in the claw machine was a green one.”

“Which he won.” Lyndsey saw the smirk on Robyn’s lip.

“He told you that?” Robyn chuckled as Lyndsey nodded. “He was ready to go and bribe the arcade owner to get the dinosaur from the machine. I showed him how to win it.”

“And then you gave it to him.”

Robyn nodded as she took another bite from the croissant. “It was his to keep. I didn’t need two.”

“It’s in his apartment in London. I have seen it on his couch.”

Robyn smiled. “Good. He is under orders to bring her back to Wales with him.”

“Her?”

“Oh yeah, it’s a girl dinosaur.” Robyn rolled her eyes. “He insisted.”

“It’s actually very sweet Robyn.”

“He is just a little obsessed with my blue one. Likes to cuddle it, a lot.”

Lyndsey laughed. “When he sleeps?”

“When he sleeps.” Robyn agreed.

“And like I said, he gets his best sleep with you.”

“Yeah when he has the dinosaur.”

“No, I mean when he is with you, physically with you.” She saw a blush fill Robyn’s cheeks. “But I would imagine this coming weekend he will sleep for most of it.”

Robyn nodded. “Good. He will need it.”

“Have I told you that I like you?”

“Earlier.” Robyn chuckled as she finished off the coffee. “Thank you for this Lyndsey, for sorting out the doctor for him.”

“You looked after him for me, the least I could do was look after you and seeing as how you are letting people do it now, you can add me to your list too. If you are going to be in Taron’s life and be such a wonderful friend for him, I will be helping you out too when you are around.”

Robyn noticed the change in tone in Lyndsey’s voice as she used the word ‘friend’. “Thanks.”

“You are getting good at this letting people help you thing.”

Robyn lips rose in a half smile. “I don’t think I have a choice when it comes to Taron or you.”

“Got it in one. Maybe you can help Taron to see it that way. He likes to try and do things his way but as you have seen, doesn’t work a lot of the time.”

The two looked to the bed as they heard a shuffling sound, Taron moving a little and as he woke up, moved more, a long groan coming from his body. Robyn got up from the chair and walked over to the bed, sitting up beside him, so he was on her right side. She saw his eyes flutter a little and waited for him to fully wake up but he didn’t and settled back into the pillows, a sigh leaving his lips as he stayed asleep. Robyn had been holding her breathe, waiting for him to wake but as he breathed a little deeper again, she exhaled. Lifting her left hand, she lightly ran her finger down his cheek, still a little flushed but nowhere near as hot as his skin had been.

“You should get some sleep.” Lyndsey came to stand at the edge of the bed. “When he sleeps you should too.”

“I think I will just sit here with him until he wakes up.” Robyn replied. “I want to be beside him when he wakes.”

“If you are sure.”

“I am very sure.”

“Ok well I am going to go downstairs to try and sort out his room for the extra night and I might call down to Matthew too to see how the interviews are going. He insisted on continuing on without Taron, to keep the promotion going.” Robyn nodded. “You have my number if you need anything.”

“I do.”

Robyn watched Lyndsey leave the room, closing the door quietly behind her as she left, leaving just the sound of Taron’s breathing and the TV on in the background. She glanced over him as he lay on his back, with his hands resting on his stomach, lovely soft and calming breathes leaving his lips and if she hadn’t been sitting with him all night, she would never have known he was poorly. Robyn moved to lay beside him, sitting up against the pillows and move her right hand towards his left and slipped her hand under his, so the back of her hand was resting on his stomach. A little touch of comfort she found herself needing from him and she knew he wouldn’t have minded and shuffling a little closer to him, as she sat up a bit higher on the bed and after a little while, Robyn could feel her eyes closing of their own accord, as her head leaned to her right shoulder in the same direction as Taron’s.

Taron expected to cough as soon as he woke up and not be able to breathe through his nose but as he opened his eyes, he took a long inhale through his nose and out of his mouth and didn’t cough, his whole body stretching from head to toe, feeling less fuzzy and sick to the stomach, more so tired and ill now. Once the cough had passed, he looked to Robyn again, reaching his hand out to her.

“Don’t wake her.” Taron moved his head when he heard Lyndsey speak, his hand pausing, his eyes catching hers as she sat at the desk, a pile of papers in front of her. “Robyn is asleep. Please don’t wake her. She is exhausted.”

He looked to his left and Robyn was lying beside him sitting up, her chin against her chest as she slept. He saw her clothes had changed and she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and she held his hand lightly.

“She is still here.” He whispered, his throat dry and still very sore.

“She told you she would be.” Lyndsey replied. “Do not wake her Taron.”

“I won’t.” He gently rolled his neck and bringing his right hand to his mouth, started to cough, moving his whole body so he could sit up, Robyn’s hand falling from his. He covered his mouth with both his hands, trying to make as little noise as possible but it was hard as his chesty cough tickled the back of this throat and his body shook and ached, quickly reminding him that he was still very ill. He slowly slid down towards the end of the bed, his feet flat on the carpet, as he bent over still coughing. Each cough, echoed through his head and it still hurt a lot. He felt two hands on his knees and once could open his eyes, saw Lynsey in front of him. It took him a minute or so to compose himself and for the cough to stop.

“Take your time.” Lyndsey gently said to him, seeing his face contort with the sting of the cough, his lungs working hard to help him catch his breathe.

He shivered a little, feeling a fresh layer of sweat on his skin. “Thanks Lyndsey.” He looked up to her. “I am so sorry.”

“Let’s save this for when I can chastise your properly.” Lyndsey said with an edge to her voice. “But let me tell you something, you do this again and do not listen to me, I am going to be pissed Taron. You have no idea how lucky you are that Robyn was in Paris the same time as you because if it wasn’t for her and her unconditional love for you, because believe me only a woman who truly loves you would have done this for you, you would be in a hospital right now. You will not do this ever again, you hear me? Causes a fucking shitstorm for me and your management.” She gave his knees a hard squeeze. “You have commitments to your job Taron and I know you are naturally going to get ill but you need to also understand that this is part of your job, the promotion and the tour. The way you behaved has been completely out of line and you have dragged Robyn into your stubborn mess and she deserves more than that.”

“Lyndsey…” Taron croaked.

“She is a very special woman Taron.”

“I know Lyndsey.”

“And she adores you.” Lyndsey saw the double take he made. “That woman sleeping behind you is opening up her heart for you and you need to be very careful with it, with her.” He looked at her with tired eyes. “She isn’t as confident as you think Taron.” Lyndsey lifted her hands and placed them on his cheeks. “You have found a wonderful woman in Robyn Taron and I am delighted for you. At least there is someone you listen too and can get through that thick obstinate head of yours.” He gave his face a tiny squeeze. “Don’t do this to me again.”

“I won’t.”

Lyndsey took her hands from his cheeks and pulled him into her for a hug. “I was really worried Taron.”

“I know. I am sorry.”

“Really worried.” Lyndsey held Taron tight as he coughed hard against her, followed by a sneeze into his hands. “You are still very sick Taron and listen to me now. You will not be doing any promotion until you are fit to do. I have already rearranged everything for you but you will only be going if you follow the doctor’s medical instructions. Rest, sleep and more rest.” She felt him nod into her shoulder. “And if you feel up to it now, a shower because Taron you know I love you but my goodness you stink.”

He groaned heavily into her shoulder. “Been sick Lyndsey.” Taron replied. “Hot and cold sweats since yesterday.”

“How did Robyn even sit next to you.” Lyndsey joked. “Oh yeah, she loves you.” She gave his back a little rub. “Can I get you a drink?” She could hear the little rasp in his throat.

“Please.”

Lyndsey stood up and once she was sure Taron was stable on the bed, walked to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and one of the sports drinks too. She wasn’t too sure which one he would prefer so brought both for him. He chose the sports drink and took a sip before going for the water, taking a longer gulp.

“Take it easy.” Lyndsey instructed him. “Small sips.”

The cold water eased the dryness in his throat but he knew it wasn’t going to help his cough and as Lyndsey took the bottle from him, screwing the lid back on for him. his whole body shook as he coughed and even though he felt the smallest bit better, he still felt horrible. The pounding in his head hadn’t lifted and he was still exhausted.

“Has Robyn been asleep long?” He asked once he caught his breath.

“I left about two hours ago to sort out your hotel room and see Matthew and when I came back, she was asleep. I would say just over an hour?”

Taron nodded and then took as deep a breath he could and frowned. “I think I will chance a shower Lyndsey.”

“Don’t push yourself Taron.”

“I should be ok. I still feel shit but maybe a tiny bit less shit. I need to freshen up. I am sticky and icky.”

“Icky?” Asked Lyndsey with a smirk. “Robyn?”

“Robyn.” Taron confirmed.

“Do you need some help Taron?”

“I should be ok. I just want to grab some clean clothes.” Taron moved to stand but was met with a bout of headrush and sat back down quickly, his hands going to his head.

“Ok, no.” Lyndsey placed her hands on his shoulder. “Not happening. Shuffle back up that bed.”

“I just stood too fast Lyndsey. I have been laying down for nearly twenty-four hours. Just give me a few seconds.” Taron took a few breathes, not too deep as he could feel another cough coming and once that had passed, he took Lyndsey’s outstretched hand and stood up. Once he was steady, he nodded to Lyndsey. “I am good. Thanks.”

Even though Taron had said he was ok, Lyndsey followed him as he strolled to his case and hunched down to route through it. He pulled out a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and a white t-shirt, feeling Lyndsey’s hands on his shoulders as he stood up.

“You shout if you need any help ok?”

“I will.”

“Just take your time and go slow. When you come out maybe you could try and eat something? I will order some room service and then you can take your tablets before you get some more rest.”

“Yeah ok.”

Slow and steady, Taron managed to get into the shower as he was, in his boxer shorts, just standing under the lukewarm water, with his head to his chest. He placed his hands flat on the tiled wall in front of him, keeping himself upright as he started to cough, his ribs aching once more. The cough lasted quite a while, coming from deep in his chest and he stood with his eyes closed for until he felt he could stand up straight. It was a little struggle to step out of his boxers and he kicked them to the side, the small movement taking a lot of energy he didn’t really have and the attempt to wash himself was slow and gradual, working his way from his head to his feet and he managed a quick wash of his hair too, just letting the water wash the suds out rather than using his hands. He also pulled off the plaster where the doctor had covered where he was given his injection and on his hip, were two small bruises from where the needle had pierced his skin, the area sore to touch. He was physically exhausted and somehow managed to run his hands once through his hair to ensure it was shampoo free. He gingerly stepped out of the shower and he had to hold onto the marble sink counter as he took to coughing again after he wrapped himself in a towel, feeling his whole face heat up. He glanced in the mirror and cringed at his reflection. A few days stubble covered his jaw but his face was the dull and sinister looking dark circles that were under his eyes looked dreadful. He looked physically ill and his reflection only further showed him how stupid he had been in not looking after himself.

He struggled to dry himself and at one point sat on the toilet seat as he felt a little dizzy once more and, in this position, he pulled on his tracksuit bottoms, the waistband low on his hips as he stood back up. He brushed his teeth twice and took a long swirl of the hotel mouthwash, spitting it out into the sink and washing it away once he was done. He picked up his t-shirt and carried it back out into the bedroom. It was too much effort to try to pull his top on.

Lyndsey looked to him as he walked out of the bathroom and seeing the slightly spaced out look on his face, moved to stand beside him and linked arms with him, walking him over to the desk chair, helping him sit down.

“Thanks.”

“Feel fresher?”

“Much.”

“I got you some toast.” Lyndsey pushed a plate towards him. “I don’t expect you to eat it all but even half a slice would be good. Just before you take these.” She pushed two tablets towards him. “And then you have this too.” The cough bottle was placed in front of him too. “Then you can go back and lay down. Sleep some more.”

Taron looked to the bed where Robyn was still sleeping, turning his attention back to the toast. He picked up one of the triangle pieces and took a small bite chewing slowly before hesitating and swallowing. He didn’t feel sick but was still was a bit wary about eating. He looked to Robyn again.

“What are you going to do?” Lyndsey asked him as he ate some more of the toast.

“What the doctor said.” He answered.

“Not what I meant and you know it Taron.”

Taron closed his eyes, opening them slowly to look at his publicist. “I don’t know.”

“Liar.” Lyndsey softly laughed. “I know exactly what you want to do.”

Taron managed a little smile. “I don’t actually think you do.”

Lyndsey rose an eyebrow at him. “Do I want to know?”

“Probably not.”

“Behave.” Lyndsey laughed, glad to see Taron smile more but his smile turned as he took to coughing. “Here.” She pushed the bottle of water to him. “Sips.”

“I know what I want to do and desperately want to do but I won’t.” Taron said cryptically when he caught his breath. “I love her too much to rush her. How could I not love her Lyndsey? Look at what she did for me. Look at how she looks after me without question.”

“I’ve seen it.”

“I don’t know how to describe it.”

“Love.” Lyndsey answered simply, grinning as Taron nodded. “Give her a little bit more time Taron. She just needs a little while longer.”

“Keith.” Taron offered.

“Yeah that plonker.”

“Fucker is my preferred word.” Taron spat, clearing his throat before he finished off the slice of toast. “Bastard.” He reached for a second piece of toast. “If I ever meet him Lyndsey, I swear.”

“You’re going to do worse than break his nose?”

Taron chuckled but regretted his laugh as he coughed, his throat still feeling raw. He put down the toast and took another sip of water, closing his eyes as it hurt as he swallowed. “Robyn would probably get there before me.” He offered when he could.

“She’s nervous for Friday.”

“What?”

“We were talking when you were asleep. She’s a bit worried about the media and red carpet and the dress.” Lyndsey saw another smile on his face, but a little shy one that actually reached his eyes. “What you got up your sleeve?”

“It’s stunning. Stella has pulled out all the stops.”

“Will Robyn like it?”

“I think so.”

“Taron…”

He bit his lower lip. “She will. It is such a beautiful dress but I don’t want her to be worrying about the red carpet.”

“I reassured her.”

“A movie premier is bigger in every way.”

“You just keep her by your side the whole time Taron, well as best you can. I know you have press obligations but I will be with her then. When Robyn is with you, she will be fine.”

“I will.” Taron finished off his second piece of toast and then took the two tablets Lyndsey had given him, wincing as they scraped his sore throat. “I will look after her.”

“I know you will.” Lyndsey reach over and took his hand. “She is perfect for you and in a few months’ time that probably not will definitely be a reality.”

Taron wished he could blame his reddening cheeks on his still slightly heated body, he couldn’t and Taron gave her hand a squeeze and stretched past her to pick up a clean tea spoon. “Here’s hoping.” He replied, opening the cough bottle. He took four spoons of it, scrunching his nose up at the taste. “Thanks Lyndsey.”

“If she puts up with this carry on from you then she is definitely a keeper. Now why don’t you go and get some rest. Maybe pop the t-shirt on too.”

“Too much effort.”

Lyndsey rolled her eyes. “If only Robyn was awake to do it for you.”

“She would too.” Taron half smiled as he stood up. “I will be ok. I am normally too warm…”

“... When you sleep. Yeah I know.”

Taron slowly walked over to the bed and looked to Robyn who still slept sleeping sitting up but her body had slumped slightly to the left and she looked quite uncomfortable. She would feel the twinge in her neck when she woke from leaning to the left and he didn’t want her to be left with a niggling pain because of him. He walked around to the other side of the bed and moved a pillow flat on the bed beside her. He then knelt up on the bed and placed his left arm behind her back and his right under her knees and lifted her carefully and moved her down the bed and taking his right arm from her knees, took the weight of her upper body, laying her down gently so her head rested on the pillow so she was much more comfortable on the bed. He took his hands from her and took to coughing immediately once he had Robyn settled. The exertion of lifting her, hit him right in his chest and it was a very painful fit of coughing and he thought at one point he was going to wake Robyn and he felt Lyndsey by his side on the bed, rubbing his back.

“What are you playing at?” She scolded him. “You don’t have the energy for that.”

“Robyn.” He coughed out. “Cosy.” Lyndsey stayed beside him until he caught his breathe, tears in his eyes as he knelt on the bed with his hands flat on the duvet. His chest throbbed and the constant coughing had done nothing for his pounding head. “She couldn’t sleep like that.”

“And you can’t do a thing like that yet Taron. I could have helped you.”

“She’s ok now.”

“And you are far from it. Lay down or rather sit up.”

“I will.” Taron started to move towards Robyn but Lyndsey pressed down on his shoulder.

“Lay down.”

“I will.” He repeated but went instead to brush Robyn’s hair from her face, catching himself as he felt a little dizzy before he fell over onto Robyn.

“Jesus Christ Taron, lay the fuck down before you fall down.”

Giving into Lyndsey, Taron turned and shuffled back against the pillows, moving his body a little so he was more comfortable, sighing as he settled.

“Do not move. Sleep.” Ordered Lyndsey. “You have nowhere to be and are going nowhere.”

“Ok Lyndsey.”

He closed his eyes but when he felt Lyndsey leave the bed, he opened one to watch her walk back to the desk and sit on the chair. He closed his eyes again but opened then when he felt a squeeze on his left hand. He looked down to see Robyn looking up at him with a little grin on her face. He raised his right hand and tapped her nose.

“How long have you been awake?” He whispered to her.

“Only when you moved me.”

“Great. You are going to be mad at me too.”

“Not at all. Thank you for making sure I was comfortable.” Robyn moved with the pillow so her head was beside his stomach. “How are you feeling?” She whispered to him, tracing the light bruising from the needles on his hip.

“Still pretty shit.”

“You showered though.”

“Lyndsey told me I stank.”

“Lyndsey can hear the two of you.” Robyn looked over her shoulder to his publicist who was looking at the papers in front of her, hearing her speak. “You both need to sleep. Robyn you are flying back to Dublin very early tomorrow, you definitely need to get some rest and Taron, well if you don’t sleep, I will be calling your mother.”

Robyn looked up to Taron, who wore a slight look of shock of being threatened with his mother. “You feel like another cuddle?” She asked him, hearing the sigh leave his body, took it as a yes. She re-orientated herself and the pillows behind her so she could rest nestled against the soft cotton, opening her arms for Taron to move into. His body was nowhere near as warm as it had been and as Taron snuggled into her, his face dug a little deeper into the V-neck top she was wearing. “Please tell you feel even a little better.” She asked him, kissing his hair.

“A little. I ate some toast and took my tablets.”

“Good. Really good.” Robyn ran her hands up and down his back lightly as he rolled around a bit until he was settled on his side. “I can hear the difference in you. Oh hey, you need to watch that hip.” Her hands stalled on his back as she saw his laying on his side, putting all of his weight on it. “You shouldn’t be laying on your side after the injection.”

“I got it.” Taron moved his body and instead of moving to his back, stayed at he was on his side and slipped his right leg over hers once more, turning onto his stomach so he wasn’t resting on his tender hip, half of his body resting on Robyn’s. It was the only position that had given him some relief from how awful he felt earlier, but now he could appreciate how this cuddling position was so much more than that. He was taller than Robyn and with the way he was laying, his stomach rested on her right hip and on her stomach as well, only the thin layer of Robyn’s cotton t-shirt between them and Robyn’s leg was nestled nicely between his, the warmth from her seeping into his skin. As he breathed in, she breathed out but soon their breathing fell in sync with each other and he buried his head a little deeper into the softness of her chest, his arm draping lazily over her stomach. He was in cosy heaven and these new intimate positions were just a taste of what deep cuddling with Robyn could be like.

Robyn wasn’t surprised with his chosen sleeping choice knowing this was how he felt comfortable earlier on but it hadn’t gone unnoticed how much closer to was to her, how his head always dipped a little lower, his leg hitched a little higher but as she lightly stroked his arm, she was very happy to have him in such a tight embrace. Robyn loved a cuddle or a hug and seeing how Keith thought them soppy and unmanly, she was happy to get as many with Taron as he wanted. She lifted her head when she could feel eyes staring at her and saw the wink and kissy face Lyndsey made her way and shook her head at her, making a point of moving to kiss his hair again. “Sleep rocketman.”

As Taron sighed, Robyn dipped her fingers to the back of his neck, running in very light feathery circles on his skin and when she didn’t feel him protest, moved then a little bit up the back of his head, her nails very delicately scratched through his growing hair. When he lay still and didn’t let a painful moan leave his body as she heard before, continued her light movements, switching it up between the back of his head and his neck, smoothing across his shoulders too. She could still feel Lyndsey staring at her but she didn’t stop. This was what she had done for Taron since she met him. A little touch or soft caress on his skin and she wasn’t going to stop because his publicist was there however if he wasn’t so sick, Robyn knew she probably wouldn’t have been in this position with Taron but then again Lyndsey wouldn’t have been in the room with them on Saturday if things had of gone the way they had planned with their dinner though at one point during their evening together, she was sure they would have been some sort of cuddle between them. She heard Taron sigh again, moving a little to be fully comfortable.

“We should have pulled the sheet over you.” She said into his hair. “You are going to get cold now that your temperature has gone down.”

“You’re warm. I am good.” He whispered back.

She chuckled. “Whatever you say.”

Taron coughed, bringing his right hand to his mouth, feeling his body move Robyn’s under him but she only reacted to his cough by slowly rubbing circles on his back, her whole hand palming his skin in a soothing massage until he had stopped coughing. It still stung him and the cough still came from deep in his chest and it was just one indication that he was still very sick and needed to follow through with the doctor’s instructions. Even with the tingly aches, he could feel his eyes getting heavy and figured there was still some of the injection running through his blood and as Robyn moved her fingers back to his neck, he quickly feel asleep.

“You do that for him a lot?” Lyndsey asked once she could see Taron laying slack against the woman who was holding him as he slept. “No wonder he always gets a good sleep with you.”

Robyn lifted her eyes to look at Lyndsey. “This position is new.” She said feeling a blush heat to her cheeks. “But if it helps him sleep, I am willing to keep him in it.”

“Sure Robyn. He chose to lay like that because he wanted to sleep. Not because he was laying in the arms of a beautiful woman.”

“Shut up Lyndsey.” Robyn threw her way, her voice with a jokey tone.

“You shut up.” Lyndsey returned back to her; her tone much more serious. “Start seeing what Taron sees and I know you do this for him more than he lets on. He might have let it slip about head massages.”

Robyn looked to her right hand which was currently on his head and she slowly took it away. “He gets so stressed and anxious at times; I know it helps calm him down.”

“Do you honestly think if Taron is stressed over an interview and I started rubbing his head that he will get the same effects and results compared to you doing it?” Lyndsey saw the very slight shake of Robyn’s head. “Yeah that’s what I thought. Give yourself some credit Robyn. You are a compassionate, caring and beautiful woman and you have that man wrapped around your finger, just as tight as he is wrapped around you now.” Robyn still didn’t look at Lyndsey. “I know you were hurt in the past but don’t let those past experiences make you nervous or worry about future ones. Don’t let that bastard taint your idea of love and what love can be. That…” Lyndsey pointed to Taron in her arms. “That is real love.” She summarised.

As Lyndsey spoke, Robyn had stalled her hand on Taron’s head and moved her hand to flat on his back to feel him breathing deeply, his heart beating steadily. Her hand moved to rest on his waist and after a period of silence, looked to Lyndsey. “It’s hard.”

Taron’s publicist stood up and walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, laying a hand on top of Robyn’s that sat on Taron’s waist, seeing a sadness in her eyes. “With Taron it won’t be. You have already seen a glimpse of it and I don’t mean the red carpets and the dresses. I mean the tent, the phone calls, the swim in Aber, the baking and those spontaneous kisses. That’s Taron. When he sticks close to your side on the red carpet and tells me to fuck off because I pull him up on his attitude towards the media, that is him protecting you with everything he has. You haven’t seen all the interviews Robyn but every time your name is mentioned, his eyes light up and he gives the interview the bare minimum and won’t say any more and he was so angry in L.A when he was asked that question.”

“He rang me. I heard how pissed off he was.”

“This…” Lyndsey lifted Robyn’s hand and placed it on the left side of Taron’s back, right over where his heart was. “This is beating because you saved his life but now his heart is full of nothing but love for you Robyn and if you open your heart even the smallest bit to let him in, he will not let you down and just wriggle his way a little deeper in and show you exactly the love you deserve.”

“He doesn’t need to wriggle Lyndsey.” Robyn pressed her hand a little into his back. “He is already in there pretty deep.” She looked up to the woman sitting beside her. “I just…” Robyn took a breath, feeling tears prickling her eyes. “I… I don’t… I can’t…”

Lyndsey took her hand and gave it a supportive squeeze. “There is no rush on love Robyn, no pressure to rush it. Let it run its own path but let him take care of you too ok? I can promise you; he will show you true love unlike how that idiot didn’t and don’t worry about Friday night ok? Like I said, leave all the media to me and let Taron do the rest.” Losing her voice, worried she would open her mouth and a sob would escape, Robyn nodded. “You are exhausted and I know your emotions are running deep because you were very worried about him. He will be ok and I think he has very much learnt his lesson and knows how lucky he was to have you around to help him. You really need to get some sleep too. I am going to go and leave you two be. You have my number if you need anything. It’s near five. I will come back over later on near ten and to see how you and Taron are and that’s probably a good time to get him to take his next dose of tablets.” Robyn nodded. “Maybe you should set an alarm on your phone so you will wake up and be able to make the airport on time, not that I am rushing you away Robyn. You know how much you coming to help Taron means to me but I can’t have you missing your flight. I think I would have to find a new job for you myself.” She was glad to see a small smile on Robyn’s lips. “You need to be on that plane. I will take care of him and you will see him Thursday afternoon and can take over from me.”

“Ok.”

“Ok.” Lyndsey repeated. “Like I told you Robyn, he’s a good man, with a wonderful soul and a heart that is ready to give you something very special.” She put two fingers under Robyn’s chin and lifted it so she had to look at her. “You wouldn’t be doing this for him if you didn’t love him and I would give you a hug right now but Taron seems to have claimed all of you.”

Robyn couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t mind.”

“Good because I don’t mind either. Now I am going to go. I want you to sleep and rest and call me if you need anything. If you wake and he is still asleep and not likely to wake, take advantage of the room service Robyn. Order some food. Whatever you want. I have left what I brought over there for you too so please eat from that but if you want a proper meal, please order from the menu and charge it to the room. You need to look after yourself too.” Lyndsey gave Robyn’s shoulder a slight squeeze. “Because I need you to look after him so he can be there for you too. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Robyn watched Lyndsey leave the room, taking in a long breath as she closed her eyes and lay her head back against the pillow, her hand still resting on Taron’s back. She let a long deep breath fill her tired body, lifting both her hands from Taron to turn them down her face and through her hair. She wanted more than anything to give her all to Taron, to tell him the truth of her feelings but there still a tiny bit of her that was nervous about opening up to another man. She couldn’t put herself through another horrible heart break again, even though she had told Taron many times, he wasn’t like Keith and she knew that in her heart, there was just a little hesitancy about it for her. She placed her hands back on Taron’s body and ran her fingers up and down his right arm before moving to his back, her hands lying flat on his cool skin. As she predicted his temperature had gone right down but for the first time in a very long time, Taron felt a little cold to her. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close to her. He was breathing nice and deep and she could feel her own falling in time with his as he lay against her. Closing her eyes, she was going to follow Lyndsey’s advice and get some sleep. She was sitting a little lower then before and the pillows were still bunched to her left, so she moved as best she could with Taron pinning her down and with a little fixing, made a pillow mountain that she could lean her left cheek on. Her mind was racing, over thinking everything emotion and feeling she had about Taron and it took a long time before she actually fell asleep, her hands still resting on Taron as he slept too.

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Your requests are open woohoo!!! There is a fluffy one from me... Could I please get HCs from how Ray, Zero (or Fenrir, I just love the two Aces) and Jonah would propose to MC? Thank you!💕

Hewo darling ｡◕‿‿◕｡I’m really happy to see you excited about my Ask Box’s re-opening!

Your request is something I’ve been dying to write about and you happen to choose all of my favorites suitors! And since tomorrow is my birthday (yes, your girl is growing old already (─‿‿─), I thought about rewarding myself through this ❤

I hope you enjoy (｡◕‿◕｡)

Ray, Zero and Jonah proposing to the MC:

Ray:

Ray’s proposal came on a mundane sunny day, out of the blue. Spontaneously, naturally, as if it were the only obvious thing to do at that exact moment.

It was a Sunday, and you both had a late start to the day, Ray’s morning meeting being postponed for a reason or another and you feeling too lazy to get up. You snuggled together on the bed, both of your bodies basking in the tender sun rays seeping through the curtains. Your head was resting on Ray’s bare chest, your hands drawing senseless patterns on his muscular abdomen. His head was leaning on yours, emerald eyes affectionately gazing at you as he lazily threaded his slender fingers through your hair, sending delicious shivers along your whole body.

You both cuddled closely for a while, when Ray started dropping soft kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips and down your neck until he reached your bare chest. His kisses turned more teasing and open-mouthed as he licked and nipped at the sensitive skin there, his hands coming up to remove the sheets off your naked body and caressing your thighs, drawing closer and closer upwards. You softly loaned, relaxing your muscles and allowing your lover to shower you in kisses and touches, already anticipating more pleasure to come, when the soft noise of a familiar bell echoed in the room, and then Belle was jumping on top of Ray’s head, meowing in protest.

You both halted in your movements and stared at each other for a few seconds, before exploding in a heartfelt laughter. You extended your hands and gently picked up Belle to cradle her in your arms, lovingly cooing at her.

Ray slowly parted his body from yours, feeling slightly disappointed that he was stopped, but not really angry as he gently smiled at you both.

He gazed at you as you tenderly kissed Belle’s nose and giggled as she tried to stop you with her pink paw, and his breath suddenly hitched in his throat.

It was as if all of his feelings of love, respect and pure affection towards you all melted within his chest and they were ready to burst at any second, and it finally hit him.

He wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

He wants to wake up everyday with you by his side, hear your beautiful laughter echo in his ears and feel your warm skin under his fingertips. He wants to taste your awful cooking and argue you with over stupid things just so he can make up with you with a kiss and a piece of chocolate. He wants and he wants and he wants and the list just keeps on going endlessly.

Ray simply wants you to be in his life, forever.

“Would you marry me?”

The words were out of his lips before he could even register what he was saying, but Ray was sure that it was his heart speaking at that moment. The words simply felt right.

You stared at him, mouth agape in shock at the unexpected proposal, not even noticing when Belle slipped out of your hands and jumped soundlessly into the floor, momentarily forgotten.

Your face washed blank with confusion and every muscle of your body just froze. Ray laughed, his voice light and happy and so, so dear to you, and said: “You look so silly staring at me like that! Close your mouth or flies will go inside.”

Ah, your brain finally registered, this was the man you love asking you to spend eternity by his side. How could you ever refuse?

Shoving the blankets around you, you threw yourself at Ray who hastily caught you in his arms. Before he could utter a word, he felt hot tears falling on his shoulder, and your voice, firm and so full of affection resounding in his ears:

“Yes, yes, yes!!”

Ray closed his eyes and smiled.

Zero:

While Zero’s proposal was not exactly impulsive nor spontaneous -he did plan it out a few months beforehand- your lover still kept it affectionately natural, tenderly simple and special, a proposal of a lifetime, only fit for you.

It was on one of those spring days with a kiss of coldness that somehow heightened the warm rays of the sun that Zero requested a day-off and took you on a short trip to the outskirts of the Red Territory to a field of flowers.

The beautiful meadow stretchered as far as the eye can see, colorful flowers ornamented its surface, dancing lightly under the refreshing breeze.The air was deliciously flavored with the fragrance of each of these dazzling blossoms, your nose easily picking out your favorite scent of jasmine. The azure sky above-head was tranquilly empty but for a few fluffy clouds, drifting slowly here and there.

Zero gently smiled at you as you swept your eyes around the field in amazement, relief washing over his senses at the success of his first step. He tenderly took your hand, and intertwined your fingers together before leading you deeper into the field, until you reached the soft blankets and the covered basket prepared beforehand by Zero. Once you spot the picnic items, you turn your delighted face towards your lover, clearly pleased with the surprise.

Zero ushered you to sit down on the blanket before he pulled up a neat bouquet of vibrant sunflowers, gently offering it to you. He watched in fondness as you cradled the lovely flowers that you rival in beauty between your arms, gladly accepting the tender peck you later placed on his cheek as a thank you.

After came the food, the key element to please a gourmand such as you. Golden and crisp Cubano sandwiches accompanied a classical Stuffed Focaccia and a Spring Greens Caesar salad with pickled shallot. The desert was soft and gooey coffee and walnut cupcakes which never fail at making you sigh in satisfaction.

After lunch, you both lay down on your backs, hands never leaving each other, staring at the calming sky. The moment of truth was slowly approaching as you start to drift in a light sleep, lulled by the delicious food and the nice breeze playing with the flowers around you, a content smile on your lips. Zero checked for the million time the velvet box residing in his pocket, and opened his mouth to finally utter those four words he desperately rehearsed over and over again for the past few months, but nothing came out.

His heavy heartbeat echoed in his own ears and he felt cold sweat trailing on his back, crippling fear sneaking in and seizing his heart, squeezing it between its clutches. For a few seconds, Zero couldn’t breathe.

‘Are you even worthy of her?’ the ugly demons that the Ace of Hearts fought with every single day of his life viciously awakened and whispered to him. ‘Can you even make her happy? Someone like you, who is nothing but an empty shell will do nothing but make her cry and disappoint her.’

Zero shook his head in denial, but the heinous voices did not stop. ‘You do not deserve to bask in the sunlight, Zero. You will only taint her with your darkness if you remain by her side. Leave her if you truly wish her happiness.’

The light was slowly starting to fade away from Zero’s eyes when you unconsciously stirred by his side, tightening your hold on his hand and forcing him back into reality once again.

The scene which greeted him after he exited the horrible darkness residing in his heart was you, eyes still closed in the middle of the dazzling flowers, his hand still in yours, and the world around you gentle and warm. Zero, perhaps for the first time in his life, felt as if it was time to let go of the past. It was time to forgive himself.

“Would you marry me?”

The long-awaited words soon echoed in the empty field, the wind carrying the teary yet joyful “Yes!!” that followed right behind.

Jonah:

Jonah planned this marriage proposal for more than three months, earnestly going through each and every detail down to the second, checked and rechecked over and over again until there was nothing left to chance. He obsessively and personally chose every object and every person involved in the process.

From he location, a splendid manor owned by the Clemence family in the heart of the Red Territory, to the expensive and extremely famous orchestra which will be playing the music. The food was prepared by the most talented chef in all of Cradle, the menu tasted by Jonah himself and changed multiple times until the Queen of Hearts was fully satisfied with every item on it. The personnel, who will be serving you dinner, were handpicked by Jonah and approved by Edgar as both harmless and efficient. Your outfit, a gift also prepared by Jonah, was a customized, one-of-a-kind empire waist dress, sewn with the finest silk and ornamented with gorgeous sapphire and lavish topazes.

Everything was lush and grand. Jonah spared no expense in order to organize the most stunning, sublime and perfect marriage proposal, worthy of your approval. A proposal fit for the future Mrs. Clemence.

The fateful night soon arrived and Jonah manged to convince you that you were heading for a certain party that his family was hosting, claiming that the dress code was extremely strict. Although you were still suspicious of the extremely expensive dress you were offered, a dress fit for a queen, you joked to Jonah as you fixed your make-up in front of the mirror, you still accepted Jonah's made-up lie and went ahead with his plan, unaware of his true objective.

When the carriage stopped in front of the mansion chosen for the night, Jonah helped you descend and offered you his arm, which you gladly took. In order to reach the estate’s entrance from the main gate, you had to cross a vast garden, impeccably trimmed and taken care of, you noted as you both walked together on the marble pathway, lit by the faint moonlight.

Jonah’s heart was beating too fast, he felt it almost trying to escape from his rib-cage, his frazzled nerves jumping all together, and all in different directions. Jonah swallowed the lump formed in his throat and tried his best to reason with himself. A lavish dinner followed by a romantic dance before he finally utters the words he’s been desperately practicing. Easy enough, right?

I can do it, Jonah thought to himself with his fists clenched, and turned around to tell you that the entrance was near, only to find you few meters behind him, crouched on the ground, heedless of your expensive dress touching the floor.

“Darling?” Jonah curiously called out as he retraced his steps and made his way back to you, wondering what held you back.

Once he reached you, he extended a hand and helped you up, slightly bending down to see the object that caught your eye. Nestled in your palm was a tiny yellowish-orange rock which you were poking with one finger, gazing affectionately at it.

Jonah’s confusion did not dissipate, and he wondered why on earth would you get out of your way to purposely pick up a normal rock, with no unique features.

Noticing your lover’s puzzled gaze, you softly laughed and tilted your head to the side, bringing up the small rock closer to your chest.

“Don’t you think it looks just like your eyes?” You gently whispered, and Jonah’s breath hitched in his throat, his heart melting within his chest.

What only seemed to him a dull, mundane rock was in your eyes something that reminded you of him. That went to show just how much you thought of him to the point of seeing a part of your lover in everything around you.

Jonah dropped his gaze to the ground feeling hot tears gathering behind his eyelids and clutched at his chest, harshly biting his lower lip.

Oh God, I love her so much...

All of his plans fell into the water at that instant. Jonah carelessly discarded all the fancy food, elegant music and professional staff waiting for you only few meters away, and dropped to one knee, pulling out the ring box from his pocket.

Thar moment, where your gaze was full of love for Jonah and his chest full of love for you was the perfect moment to propose. No expensive dinner under the candlelight could ever compete.

Jonah looked up at you, one hand covering your mouth and the other still tightly holding the rock and saw his future in your eyes.

He saw the strong and capable woman he fell in love with, the woman who accepted him with all of his flaws and opened her heart to him, never attempting to change him to her own tastes. The woman who taught him that it’s okay not to be perfect at all times, that it’s okay to make mistakes, that it’s okay not to be okay, and still be loved despite all of his weaknesses.

He saw the love of his life who stood by his side in the bad moments just like in the good ones, the one who supported him and never left his side when the whole world was against him. The woman who believed in him when no one else did and when no one else would. The woman whom he will love, no matter what happens.

“Would you marry me?”

Nothing felt more right than those words.

The quiet night soon echoed your loud and elated “Yes!” as you jumped into Jonah’s arms.

This was such a pleasure to write! I was smiling the whole time I was typing these out, and I felt SOO happy while re-reading them! Thank you for the lovely request ❤

#ikemen revolution #ray blackwell #ikerev zero #Jonah Clemence #it's 1 am here #and I'm still smiling at these!!#I probably went a little overboard with the details though #(✿´‿`)#what can I do #also man #growing up is cool and not cool at the same time!#what I love about my birthday is the fact that I can act spoiled without anyone complaining #hehehehe (▰˘◡˘▰)#oh #the cake is also another cool factor!#I loveee chocolate!

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