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tojisveryown · 4 years ago

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𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

Ｒｅｑｕｅｓｔ: 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘠𝘶𝘫𝘪. 𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳?

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ: 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺, 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 20'𝘴

Ｗｏｒｄｃｏｕｎｔ: 1.9𝘬

Ｎｏｔｅｓ: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘨𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳

. ღ .

Itadori grew confused at the sudden knock on his door, it was way too late for it to be Nobara or Megumi. He turned on his side wrapping his blanket over him hoping the knocks would stop and whoever it was would just come back tomorrow. However the knocking didn’t stop which caused Itadori to groan as he got out of bed, putting a shirt on over his head he yawned as he came closer to the door 2:41am, Who the hell is at the door?

Itadori unlocked and opened his door, there stood his former sensei, Gojo Satoru next to him was a little girl around four years of age.

“Yo Yuuji, how you been?” Gojo invited himself in dragging the little girl inside with him.

“Hey don’t just come in, it’s almost three am, and who is that?” Itadori eyed the little girl and he was reminded a lot of his ex-girlfriend, but not quite.

“Where’s your hospitality to your favorite sensei? I thought I taught you better.”

“Ha very funny, now what’s up why are you here?”

Gojo perked his lips together and leaned back on Itadori’s couch, he crossed his legs and observed his apartment, “Remember Y/N?”

Itadori’s memories of his ex flashed before his eyes, he remembered her alright. He remembered that he cheated on her and ever since he hasn’t really been dating. “Yeah what about her? She doing alright?”

“I guess you could say that-” Gojo was cut off by the sudden ring of his phone “Mmh- oh? Okay, I’ll be there. Sorry Yuuji we’ll have to continue some other time, higher-ups need me.” Gojo gave the little girl seated next to him some candy and patted her head before he left, he gave Yuuji one final wave and hurried off to Jujutsu Tech.

“Hey wait you forgot- you forgot your kid??” Itadori looked at the little girl and she was fast asleep on his sofa. “Cute.”

. ღ .

The next day Itadori woke up and walked over to his kitchen. “Huh, that was a weird dream- holy shit!” surprised at the little girl who was sleeping on his couch, he took a few steps back causing his back to crash into the wall “Huh so it wasn’t a dream? Who even is that.”

He shrugged and made his way to his kitchen making himself some breakfast. As he was eating he noticed a pair of eyes staring at him, “Hey, what do you want for breakfast?”

The little girl rubbed her eyes and with a soft and small voice she said “Pancakes, please.” Itadori mentally clutched his heart and nodded his head, making his way to the counter, he began to create the pancake mixture, using the recipe him and his ex used to use. He began to let his mind wander to what Gojo was about to say. He brushed off the thought and poured the mixture onto the hot pan.

The little girl stood behind the doorframe leading into the kitchen with her head poking out, Itadori smiled and flipped the pancake. This could’ve been us, if only I didn’t fuck it up.

Itadori finished making the pancakes and plated them nicely on one of his cream white plates getting a fork and some syrup. He placed the plate on his counter and motioned the little girl to sit down at one of the chairs

“Do you want anything to drink, orange juice? Apple juice? A smoothie?”

The little girl looked up at Itadori after stuffing her face with the fluffy pancakes he had made, a small voice spoke “Water please.”

“Are you sure?” The little girl nodded.

After breakfast Itadori noticed that the little girl had no change of clothes nor did she carry anything with her, she must be uncomfortable in the same clothes. “Hey, do you wanna go shopping?” the little girl looked over at him with a questioning look, “We can get ice cream if you’d like too um.. er.. what’s your name?”

“Hana, can we get strawberry?”

Itadori smiled and nodded, he lifted Hana up on his shoulders and together they entered the train station.

Hana ended up falling asleep on Itadori’s shoulder, Itadori was in awe. He took a picture of them together while Hana was sleeping and sent it to Gojo, reminding him that he left a whole child in the hands of someone she doesn’t know.

. ღ .

They entered the mall and as they were heading over to the ice cream stand Hana gripped onto Itadori’s hand, “Hey what’s wrong?”

Her grip tightened and she let out the words “Don’t wanna get lost.” He smiled and lifted her up onto his shoulders. He was quickly growing fond of Hana, something about her just gave Itadori a sense of happiness, something he’s been longing for.

“What can I get for you two today?”

“Can I get one strawberry scoop and one vanilla?”

“One strawberry and vanilla scoop coming right up, that’ll be 9.87 please.”

Itadori pulled out his wallet and gave the cashier his card, and while opening his wallet Hana noticed a very old photo of her mom

“Mama?”

Itadori flinched and brought Hana down from his shoulders, “Hey you saw your mom? Do you know where she is?”

Hana simply pointed at his wallet, for a second Itadori questioned it but he soon opened his wallet and showed her “Silly Hana there’s no one in here.” He let out a laugh and patted her head.

“Mama.” She said again pointing at the Photo of you that was neatly put in Itadori’s wallet.

Itadori’s heart dropped. He thought back to the thing Gojo was saying about his ex and how he got cut off due to the higher ups, he quickly put his wallet away and lifted up Hana, carrying her in his arms along with their ice cream Itadori headed to Gojo’s apartment as fast as he could.

. ღ .

“Yuuji? I didn’t expect you here- oh hi Hana how are you?” Gojo leaned down to pick Hana up, he brought her inside of his apartment and changed the channel on his TV to something Hana would enjoy watching.

“Sensei, who’s Hana’s mom?” Itadori asked with a shaky voice, he closed the door and headed towards where Gojo was seated.

“Oh yeah about that, did you know that Y/N was pregnant when you two broke up?”

Yuuji’s heart stopped. “She was what?”

“Mm yeah that’s what Miwa told me.”

“Miwa huh? Are they still friends?” Itadori rubbed his hands together, anxious of what Gojo’s intentions were bringing Hana over.

“I guess you could say that,” Gojo lifted his sun glasses and placed them on the counter, “You do know that Hana’s your kid right?”

“Well yeah I figured.”

“Great! I’m gonna need you to fill out these papers.” Gojo handed Itadori a stack of papers and a pen that had Gojo’s face plastered all over it.

“Papers? What for?”

“Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji, how dense can you get? Papers so you’ll have legal documents to state that Hana is in your custody.”

“Huh? But isn’t she in Y/N’s care?”

Gojo bit his lip, he sighed. Putting both palms on his cheeked and elbows resting on the counter he started, “Yuuji,” Itadori replied with a hum, he furrowed his brows while he began filling the papers out, “You remember that Shibuya incident that happened about a three months ago?”

“Oh yeah the one where over forty people died because of Sukuna right?”

“Yeah... Y/N was one of those forty.”

It fell silent, the faint noises coming from the TV was blurred out from Itadori’s hearing. Y/N.. died?

“Sensei-”

“Look I know it’s a lot to take in, you did love her more than anything but you have to be strong Yuu, Hana lost her mom and all she has is you.” For once Gojo’s words were actually something Itadori could use for wisdom.

“Does she even know I’m her dad? It’s been like five years since Y/N and I broke up.”

“Don’t know, but I’ll tell you this. When I heard news that Y/N was killed by one of Sukuna’s guys I was sent to look through her apartment for clues as to why they’d specifically get her and when I got there she at least had three pictures of the both of you framed.”

The indistinct memories of the night you and Yuuji broke up filled his mind to the brim.

. ღ .

You were shifting around. Making sure everything was perfect was such a hassle but you wanted tonight to be perfect. You longed for this day and you wished and hoped that you’d be able to start a family with the man of your dreams.

You waited for Itadori to get home, you knew he would love the dress you wore tonight, a mid length white flowy dress that he picked out looked amazing on you. You did your hair as well. Awaiting for the homemade dinner along with news to deliver excited you. The look on his face as he realized he would be a father very soon was something you’d never forget.

After thirty minutes of waiting the door finally opened to reveal a slummed Yuuji.

“Hey what’s wrong? You look down, something on your mind?”

“Y/N we need to talk.”

“Oh no that’s not good.” You let out a laugh to lighten the mood and what you received was nothing but silence.

“Y/N I’m so sorry, I love you so so much. More than words could explain and I know I fucked up, I really do, please forgive me I promise it’ll never happen again.” He pulled you into a hug, and yet you were confused as to what he was babbling on about.

“Yuuji? What’s this all about?”

“I cheated.”

You took a step back at the sudden words that escaped your lovers mouth. You were in disbelief. Denial was the only thing you felt but then Yuuji kept talking.

“I’m so sorry, I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep it in anymore, every time I look at you it haunts me.” He reached over to you and your body moved on it’s own, you took a step back causing Itadori’s face to drop. He knew he had lost you.

In that moment you knew announcing your pregnancy to him would just crush him more, you sighed and pulled him into your embrace.

“It’s okay Yuuji, I forgive you. Please don’t do it to your next girlfriend.”

“Next? You don’t mean-”

“Yes. I do, I’m sorry Yuu. I love you but there’s no way I can trust you now.”

He nodded, he knew trying wouldn’t get him anywhere once you made up your mind. He accepted the punishment given to him. He was the one at fault no matter how you looked at it.

The next morning you packed your things. You knew as well as he did that being in the same apartment would only hurt the both of you more. You decided to leave. You sought out a peaceful life with the baby growing inside you.

“May we meet again in another life.” You gave Yuuji one last hug and a kiss on the cheek and within seconds you were gone from his vision.

. ღ .

Itadori had thought losing you was apart of the punishment he received from him cheating on you, he had never thought that the day your relationship with him ended would be the last day you’d ever see each other again.

He believed you gave him another chance, that fate did as well. Hana coming into Itadori’s life a few years after you had left his was another way to atone for his sins.

And if it was for you, Itadori would gladly take the opportunity.

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notnctu · 5 years ago

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to jaehyun, my first love ♡

To All The J’s I’ve Loved Before Series by notnctu ♡ jung jaehyun x fem!reader ♡ genre - fluff, slight angst ♡ wc - 2.1k ♡ warnings - explicit language ♡ synopsis - in which Mark accidentally sets you up on a date with your first love and ex-boyfriend, Jung Jaehyun ♡ taglist - @colpen ; @cestmoncoeur ; @hyucksberry ♡ a/n - i had to repost bc tumblr keeps randomly deleting our shit omggg pls ;-; let us know if you want to be on the taglist for the next ones!

Jaehyun,

I’ve never done this before, but the feelings you give me are too intense to not write it out. You’re like every dream come to life. A fairytale that came alive from the books. You remind me of a noble, quiet prince riding on his high horse. It’s not subtle, but not too grand to be overwhelming.

I think I love you. You’d be rolling your eyes at that word. It’s high school, what could I possibly know about love, right? And no, it’s not about you being my first boyfriend and my first kiss. It’s much more than those mundane things.

It’s the skipping of my heart when I’m the reason behind the dimples appearing. Or the butterflies I feel knowing that you, Jung Jaehyun, likes me back. I’m truly still in shock that you’re dating me. There are about two hundred people in this entire school and I’m the one who you send goodmorning and goodnight texts to.

My favorite day is still the day you asked me to be your’s. Cliche, whatever. But I’m not the only one who gushed at the sight of you holding the bouquet of my favorite flowers. Or the way you nervously couldn’t look me in the eye. You are the sweetest boy that has graced my life. I don’t know how I managed to get so lucky.

It’s a lie for me to not admit that I do feel insecure at times about our relationship. You’re not one to express your emotions or thoughts, you tell me it’s your actions. As your slow, yet improving partner, I am currently mindful of every action, like when you brush my hair out of my face because you want to get a good look at me. To see the real me. I like that the most.

Do guys feel these same strange intense feelings? Like my heart bursts thinking about your shy glances and your fingers tangled with mine. Whenever you hug me, I feel like I’m holding the very thing that makes me feel alive. I’m experiencing excitement, joy, and a weird burning sensation that spreads across my chest. It’s like we’re living a movie, but it’s better because it’s real life.

You’re the one, Jaehyun. It’s hard to explain and I’m absolutely being dramatic. But it’s not too far fetched. We’re still young, but I can see a future with you and how you want to chase your dreams with someone by your side. Don’t act like you don’t look directly at me when you say that.

Don’t feel pressured, I’m not asking for your hand in marriage just yet. I just have an inexplicable feeling that you’re someone that I’m going to love forever.

In this fairytale, do you believe in forever?

-from your hopeless romantic girlfriend, y/n

If anyone were to be blamed for this very awkward encounter between you and your ex-boyfriend, it would be Mark Lee. He went on for ages, boasting about some hot guy he wanted to set you up with since you had been single for quite a time. He only meant good intentions, so you could stop holding yourself in your apartment alone during the weekends.

And there was no possible way for Mark to know that his Jung Jaehyun was the same Jung Jaehyun you dated back in high school. Though, if Mark had been specific by telling you the mystery boy’s name, you wouldn’t have to be standing in front of Jaehyun in a stiff atmosphere intended for a harmonious date.

“I didn’t expect to run into you.” Stupid and you knew, you weren’t the only one who thought so. Jaehyun practically scoffed so loud that it physically pained you. Arms crossed, weight barred on his left leg, eyes rolled all the way to the back of his head. He was definitely expecting someone else who didn’t make a fool out of themselves.

“(Y/N), don’t act like we didn’t apply and commit to the same college. We were bound to see each other in some way.”

“Fine, you’re right. I guess, I didn’t expect it to be like this.” Your eyes diverted shyly to the ground as you played with the ends of your sweet dress. At this point, your bed and pj’s seemed much better than a rekindle of the mess you made.

Jaehyun cursed at Mark underneath his breath before running his hands through his brown locks. There was too much you wished to stare at. Jaehyun still managed to make your heart stop with his attractiveness. Time benefited him more than anyone else you’ve met from your past. Through his changes, there were the similarities you loved: the depth of his dimples, the softness of his skin, the charm with a simple look, the fluffiness of his hair.

He dug his hands into his jean pockets and pursed his lips together before saying, “look, I don’t want to date you again and truthfully, Mark never told me your name when he talked about you, so I don’t know what twisted setup you two planned for this to be.”

Your facial expression reacted before you could collect your thoughts at the harsh rejection, which was a complete spin from when he had first accepted your heart. You were really regretting the pitiful letter sitting in your childhood room at the moment and the fact that he was the first letter.

“Listen, Mark didn’t mention your name either when he talked about the ‘hot, sweet boy’, so you can kiss my ass if you really think that I purposefully set this up to get back together with you.” Jaehyun’s eyebrow rose and his jaw tightened at your response.

“I’m supposed to believe that this was a mere coincidence or a sickly twisted fate that we ended up together again?”

It was your turn to scoff, roll your eyes, and cross your arms. “Like how I’m supposed to believe you’re the same guy that Mark raves about. You’re far from a kindhearted, wholesome person who volunteers at the dog rescue center and to think, I ever fell for someone who had the potential to be this arrogant!”

A quick spin on your heels sent you dramatically walking off to your car. Though, the sounds of heavy footsteps caught up to you and a hand closed your car door shut before you could step in. “I’m sorry. I haven’t completely forgiven myself and you for the breakup.”

“It happened a long, long time ago.”

“You’re right, but I still beat myself up to this day that our relationship could have been saved if we both didn’t give up.”

Sighing, you held his cheek gently and he faced you with hurt reflecting in his eyes. “We were young and stubborn. We gave up because we didn’t have the emotional capacity to fix it, Jae.”

He lit up at the sound of his nickname and how much he missed hearing it roll off your tongue. It was like a switch flipped on. “Haven’t heard you say my name in a while. I almost forgot how much I loved it.”

The appearance of his dimples and brightening smile caused a disruption of butterflies to swarm in your stomach. This feeling could only be produced by him and no one else. The true holder of your heart has returned and left you a bit unsettled.

If he hasn’t already charmed your pants enough, his cool lean against your car definitely sealed the deal. “Are you flirting with me, Jung Jaehyun?” Your narrowed eyes zoned in on the unmistakable smirk that plastered his face.

His lips rolled together, emphasizing the crescents in his cheeks more. “We can’t let poor Mark down. How about we try going on this date?” He paused to gauge your reaction, “so we don’t have to lie when we report back to him.”

“Fine, for the sake of Mark and because I’ll admit, I did miss your presence.” Every detail reminded him of the most amazing times he spent with you. It was like he was watching one of his favorite films or listening to a forgotten playlist that triggered all kinds of emotions he had felt before.

He jumped off the vehicle with the biggest gleam that was not present earlier. This was the Jaehyun you remember. He couldn’t contain his excitement and oftentimes, only being able to express his emotions through his actions.

“Well, you’re not one who’s hard to miss. I don’t think I can get your smile out of my head for the next few days.” You quietly pondered the thought of how easy this all was for him.

Hours flew by, endlessly chatting away to catch up with each other’s lives and reminiscing the good parts of your relationship. The restaurant had grown empty and quiet, to the point of being kicked out of the establishment. Before either of you could process the mutual feeling of happiness, there was a brief moment of wondering what the next steps of this was. He cleared his throat when you two arrived at your car.

“I had a great time today, Jaehyun.” The sadness in your voice was not unnoticed by him.

“Can I ask why Mark was so persistent in setting us up?” Jaehyun inquired as he took off his jacket to wrap around your shaking, exposed shoulders. His thin shirt blew wildly in the breeze, but he’d rather have you warm and him frozen by the night.

The tiny thanks escaped as a whisper and you hugged his scent tighter. “He just wants me to stop being alone on the weekends because that’s when he goes back home with his family.”

Jaehyun nodded knowingly, “I can still change that for you.”

“Don’t give up your weekends at the shelter for me and it sounds like you already have a lot on your plate.”

He chuckled delightfully and there was hope to hear it again. “I can sacrifice a few hours at the shelter to be with a friend. Plus, you’re important to me and like I said many years before, I want you by my side as I chased my dreams. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t reach out sooner. I take the responsibility of being bitter over something in the past and tonight really made me realize what all the anger stole from me.”

Jaehyun pulled you into an overdue hug. His cologne engulfed you like old times. “Just to avoid confusion, we aren’t getting back together.. ever.” His chest muffled your words, but he heard you loud and clear.

“There’s not a sliver of hope?” It wasn’t hurt that laced his question, but something light and playful. Jaehyun’s strong arms pulled away, but his hands dropped to hold yours. A small smile rested on his face, his lips looked as tempting as you remembered them to be.

“No, there’s not.” The mood shifted to a more serious atmosphere, but it was finally time to address the elephant in the empty parking lot. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m always going to love you. People don’t call it a first love for nothing. Back when we were still together, and I told you I believed in forever, I meant it. But that doesn’t mean my heart wants you back, I want you to be happy with someone else.”

Jaehyun’s eyes sparkled underneath the dark night sky, but he broke the gaze when he grew shy at how the conversation had turned. A warmth spread across his chest and suffocated him tenderly. “Nice to know that I’m not the only one that still holds you in a special place in my heart. You’re right, my first love is unforgettable. You are unforgettable.”

Warm cheeks and shy, averting eyes wrapped up the date nicely. And all of which was thanks to Mark, who cluelessly set you up with your first love. You coughed to fill the tense air, noticing the goosebumps that rose on his arms. “We should get going, it’s too cold to be standing out here.”

“Right, I don’t want you catching a cold. You know how needy you get when your nose starts dripping uncontrollably.” His laughter mixed with yours as you handed his jacket back to him.

Rolling your eyes, Jaehyun helped you open your car door. “Anyways, are you up for a movie night this weekend?”

“No horror movies unless you want to end up in my arms.” He winked and you punched his arm playfully at his flirty banter.

“Don’t push it, Jae!” You giggled, entering your car to shield from the bitterness that was abandoned to linger in the air.

“Okay, princess. I’ll see you at your castle real soon.” With that, he closed your door and waved a small goodbye. Watching his figure disappear into his own vehicle, you realized the thought that Jaehyun was always the reason you started to love. Even in this reality, he was the reason you believed in a forever.

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inglourious-imagines · 4 years ago

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She Loves You (Eddie Brock)

Requested by: @fifty-shadesof-tommyshelby

Summary: Venom spoiling Eddie's feelings for you.

Prompt: 27 - I wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness.

"To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life." - V. Hugo, Les Miserables

The Moon was shining through the window into the small apartment setting a rather scary scene but Y/N didn't feel afraid at all. She knew she should be considering who the person next to her was or more specifically -what possessed them.

From time to time, Y/N glanced from the TV screen to Eddie who was sitting on the other side of the couch, absolutely drawn into the movie that was going on. She wasn't able to concentrate, too many questions were running through her mind keeping her worried and stressed.

When she got here, after a way too weird conversation on the phone with Eddie, Y/N had never seen such a mess in her entire life. Rubbish was everywhere, food from fridge and cupboards could be found literally all over the apartment and that didn't include the water splashed over the place. She immediately ordered Eddie, who was looking like he hadn't slept in days and was under a constant stress, to go take a really long bath.

Even though he explained everything that happened, or at least he tried to, Y/N didn't feel scared. Just worried and that's what was making her uneasy. A great curiosity was hiding within her and she found herself thinking about what should Eddie do next or how to solve this whole ridiculous situation. Not even once had an option of an escape crossed her mind.

"If you keep thinking so hard like that, your head's gonna explode." he suddenly spoke up, his eyes didn't leave the screen for a second.

"I was just replaying the moment you jumped into that aquarium to those lobsters when we went to visit your ex-girlfriend and totally ruined her lovely date." Y/N chuckled sending him a cheeky wink.

"You promised you'll never talk about it!" Eddie exclaimed but a little laugh escaped his lips as he glanced at her for the first time.

Oh, I like her.

A moment of silence was followed by her startled voice, "What the bloody hell was that?"

"You see, darling, that was..., ehm-" Eddie started to bumble, absolutely thrown off by his new friend's sudden contribution to the conversation.

"Eddie Brock, answer the goddamn question."

I can't believe you haven't told her about me yet.

"I have! But I kind of didn't mention you can talk. In English." he mumbled as a matter of fact turning to face her confused and startled face.

"That's Venom, isn't it, Eddie?" Y/N finally said after she put one and one together, "that thing that lives inside of you, right?"

"Yeah," he whispered as he quickly looked away. Eddie was starting to feel scared that she, the only constant in his life, might leave him now. He noticed how his hands were trembling a bit and a single drop of sweat rolled down his temple.

Stop being a baby, Eddie and tell her you've been obsessed with her since... well, since always!

Another wave of silence washed over them as Y/N's cheeks went red but Eddie was literally like a tomato compared to her.

"You really don't know when to shup up, don't you?" the embarrassed man frowned trying to wipe his sweaty palms into his pants. This place got so suddenly hot for him and the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen sitting just a meter away from him wasn't definitely helping.

I shouldn't have said that?

"No!"

But she likes you back!

"Just shut up, Veno- wait, what?"

Eddie looked directly at her trying to find at least a tiny sign of an affection in her eyes.

"Venom's not blind," Y/N chuckled as she dared to look at him as well, "unlike someone."

A huge grin appeared on his face. This was exactly what he'd been dreaming of for the past few weeks.

Eddie moved slowly on the couch closer to her. Their noses were just centimetres away from each other, Y/N could feel his hot breath on her skin. His hand gently caressed her cheek bringing her even closer than before.

And their lips finally touched, crashed together like two people madly in love with each other after a long time of being away from their other half. It simply felt right, so right, that both of them forgot about the world around them including Venom. This was about them and their love.

"I wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness, Eddie Brock." Y/N smiled after she broke the long loving kiss intertwining her fingers with his.

"I can assure you that you're gonna be the death of me, Ms Y/L/N." Eddie replied cheekily leaning in for another delicate kiss.

#eddie brock #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock imagines #venom #venom imagine #venom movie #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy #imagine #love #fanfic #eddie brock x reader

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miraculousgemscc · 4 years ago

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Not So Berry Extended

I was inspired to write out a few more generations for the Not So Berry Challenge! I’m currently playing it in my spare time as a Vampire Not so Berry (cause why not?) and i’m having a lot of fun playing it and watching others play through the challenge! If you’d like to see more of these or maybe another version of Not So Berry Extended but with more of the careers then please let me know!

NOTE: This hasn’t been play-tested! If whatever’s listed below is impossible to complete please let me know and i’ll make the needed changes!

Gen 11: Black

(Requires Snowy Escape, Get Famous, Parenthood)

Growing up, you always thought you had the perfect life: You had the dream house, the dream family. Until one day you found out that your mother/father/parent had a secret affair. This completely broke you and in order to cope with the news, you decided to become a rebel. I mean, don’t we all go through a rebellious phase in our lives? Your whole perspective on life went 360: you changed your sense of style, your personality, etc. all at once. At least you had the great outdoors giving you comfort during your “everlasting phase”! Your favorite season was Winter because you could ski/snowboard all day, everyday. And what about those dreams you had of becoming a famous skier/snowboarder? Well we can do that too!

Traits: Hot-Headed (give as a teenager), Active, Self-Assured

Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast

Career: Manuel Laborer, Ski/Snowboarding YouTuber (once you reach Level 10 of Ski/Snowboarding)

Rules:

Must enter “rebellious phase” either at the end of childhood or beginning of being a teenager (you don’t need PH for this, it’s just apart of storytelling) (this is when the black color of this gen. should occur)

Must get the Argumentative, Insensitive and Uncontrolled Emotions Character Value traits (PH)

Must max either the Skiing or Snowboarding skill (SE)

Must enter the Manuel Laborer job as a teenager and stay in that job

Once your able to create Snowboarding videos, you must make your money off of your videos only

Reach at least Rising Star of Celebrity level (GF)

B-Lister is preferred but since getting fame with Get Famous is hard as it is Rising Star is ok

Must move to Mt. Komorebi (SE)

Gen 12: Dark Academia

(requires Get to Work, Nifty Knitting) Your mother/father/parent was one of the most famous skier/snowboarders in Mt. Komorebi. She/He/They always encouraged you to spend your time outdoors and take in the fresh air. Yet, you preferred to spend your time indoors, curled up in bed with your tea and book in hand. You craved to enter the fictional worlds you’ve read in your books from a young age. When you entered high school, you found your love for the arts and decided that you’d become an artist. At least then you could bring the worlds you’ve read to life on a canvas! And why not have a little snack while we’re at it? You can just learn some new foods you can make through cooking books after all!

Traits: Bookworm, Creative, Art Lover

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Career: Stay-at-Home Painter, Painter career (⚠️Only if you get offered the job⚠️)

Rules:

Must complete the Painter Extraordinaire aspiration

Must max out Painting skill, Cooking or Gourmet Cooking skill and Photography skill (GTW)

Must make your money through your paintings only

if you get a call about joining the Painter career, you must accept

Must move into a “rundown” lot/apartment with only a kitchen, bathroom, and a bed (and maybe your books if you want but you can’t sell these for money)

your funds when you move out after moving into your house must be $60

(this will be enough for your painting and some extra money to spend elsewhere)

Must have a library in your house

Must have 3 kids (biological or adopted)

spouse must be employed as a Salaryperson and/or Business career (recommended if it’s game generated but you can give them either job yourself)

can only marry partner towards the end of adulthood

Must purchase Knitting Skill Book 1 from bookshelf (NK)

Gen 13: Pastel

(requires Nifty Knitting, Get To Work, Get Together) Your family was pretty stable for the most part. Sure, you may have had trouble paying the bills here and there but what mattered most is that your family was together. Even though you enjoyed your mother/father/parent’s love for Forrest Green, Rosy Brown and overall Earthy tones you felt like you needed a bit more color in your life. And by color, you mean bright and colorful. One day while going through your mother/father/parent’s library you discovered a book on knitting. Figuring your mother/father/parent spent all of their time cooking and painting anyways you decided to take the book and learn how to knit. Yet, knitting cute decor and beanies isn’t going to put food on the table and a roof over your head. Guess running your own business is going to have to wait. Oh yeah, you also have a weird obsession with the letter B...

Traits: Perfectionist, Cheerful, Childish

Aspiration: Lady/Lord of the Knits

Career: Barista (teen), Business (young adult), Business owner (adult)

Rules:

Must complete the Lady/Lord of the Knits aspiration

Must max out Knitting skill, reach required skills needed for jobs before quitting them (ex. If you need Level 3 of Charisma for the Business career but you’ve age up to an Adult, you must reach level 3 before quitting the job)

Must Donate to Charity at least once a week

Quit your career in Business and open your own business as an adult (GTW)

Must get 2/5 stars for your business

Must live in Windenburg and have your business in the Old Platz neighborhood (GT)

Must create a Knitting Club and meet your friends (GT) when you reach Level 3 of the Knitting skill

Can only have relationships with immediate family (siblings, parent(s), grandparent(s), aunts/uncles) until you create the club. Once you create the club you may make friends.

Must become good friends with club members and best friends with one of the members

Marry your partner from the Knitting Club

Must have their first and/or last name start with B (you can cheat the name if you want)

Gen 14: White (Requires Get Famous, Get Together, City Living) Living in Windenburg for most of your life, you always loved how the town was so inclusive to everything and everyone. You always found yourself vibing with the music and dancing whenever you had the chance. But you also had a passion for music, specifically rap. While browsing the internet one day you came across some videos about some kid with blue hair rapping with his friends and you immediately became obsessed. (yes, I just made a FNF reference) From that day on, you wanted to become a Triple Threat: a dancer, musician, and a producer! The world isn’t stopping anytime soon so you gotta act fast and get your dance on!

Traits: Dance Machine, Music Lover, Geek

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Career: Entertainer Rules:

Must max the Dancing skill, Media Production skill, and Guitar/Violin/Piano skill (your choosing) reach level 6 of Singing skill

Must complete the Entertainer career

Must be signed to a Record Label and release your music (GF)

Must marry someone named Keith and has the Proper trait (you may cheat the name only)

Have a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner in high school but break up with them before becoming a Young Adult

must be Hot and Cold with High School love (negative friendship, positive romance)

Have Dance Battles with your friends at least once a week

Have at least 2 Enemies (you can have more if you wish) (this doesn’t include your High School love)

Gen 15: Navy Blue

(Requires Discover University, Eco Lifestyle, Parenthood) Growing up you tend to lean towards a more sophisticated lifestyle thanks to your father. With having good role models around you and supportive parents, you were able to pursue your dreams of becoming a lawyer. Helping those in need was one of your biggest goals in life. The world right now isn’t perfect and you strive to change the world for the better. Having been the smartest kid throughout your school career, you were given the chance to jump straight into the Law career. Although you were grateful for the opportunity, you decided to continue your studies and learn as much as you could before going into Law.

Traits: Proper, Ambitious, Genius

Aspiration: Academic

Career: Law

Rules:

Must complete the Law career

Become a Private Attorney

Must max out Research and Debate, reach level 5 Logic skill, reach level 8 Charisma skill

Must complete the Whiz Kid aspiration and Academic aspiration

Must attend college for the Law career (you may disable aging while you go to college if you want)

Must get an A in school (child and teen)

Must have the Responsible and Mediator Character Value traits

Must make your neighborhood a Green neighborhood (EL)

Attend volunteer events at least once a week (PH)

Never get married, only have 1 child

(can have boyfriend/girlfriend/partner)

Must move to Britechester when you start the Law career (you can live in Britechester while attending college if you want)

Gen 16: Phoenix

(Requires Vampire) You grew up wanting more from the world besides all of the “change the world” stuff your mother/father/parent kept blabbering on about. Instead of changing the world, you wanted a change of scenery. While roaming the world trying to find your new normal you discovered the world of Forgotten Hollow. There, you met your soulmate and later the person who would eventually turn you into a vampire. As crazy as it sounds, the minute you became a Young Adult you up and left your home in Britechester and moved to Forgotten Hollow. This you thought was it! You were finally free to be yourself! Until the dreaded accident.....

Traits: Loves the Outdoors, Romantic, Erratic

Aspiration: Master Vampire

Career: none

Rules:

Must purposely burn in the sun and die

Must have no kids

Must complete Master Vampire aspiration except the, “Survive for an Additional 20 Days as a Vampire” section (you must Die by Sunlight before this reaches the full 20 Days)

Must max Vampire Lore skill and Pipe Organ skill, reach level 5 Gardening skill

Have your own garden in Forgotten Hollow and make your money through your garden only

Must unlock the Thin Skinned weakness from Vampire levels

Must immediately move out as a Young Adult to Forgotten Hollow

your partner must be a Vampire and turn you into a Vampire

And that’s it! I hope you find this as interesting as I did! :D

If your wanting more ways to spice up your gameplay, I have a save file that i’ve been working on the past couple of years! You can find it here.

#nsbe #not so berry #not so berry extended #thesims4 #the sims 4 #sims4challenges #sims4challenge #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 challenges #nsb #ts4 #misc.#miraculousgemscc

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iwillhaveamoonbase · 4 years ago

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Replay ch. 3

Chapter is rated M

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Rayla got up at seven, eyes heavy from the lack of sleep last night. “Noooo. UGH.” She turned to angrily glare at her alarm that had interrupted her rain noises. Aberdeen wasn’t the rainiest place in the world, but the sound of a rain storm always helped put her to sleep. Her mum and da always joked she was named ‘Rayla’ because she was born right when the moon shone through a stormy night.

Rayla went through her emails quickly, making a note in her phone to call both sets of her parents this weekend. She missed the days in Scotland when Runaan would speak French with her and talk cheese or helping Ethari in his jewelry business. Runaan ran the books while Ethari ran the artistic side, his work with metal and jewel placement both tasteful and modern while taking classic elements from Celtic art.

Her parents had yet to retire from being bodyguards, but they regaled her with stories of Africa and Asia and Australia, how kind people were, the different foods and cultures. Sometimes, she wished she could have grown up going with them. Other times, she knew they had made the right choice leaving her with Runaan and Ethari. They wouldn’t have had much time for her anyways.

Sighing, she rolled out of bed. She had a breakfast date with Corvus before she had to be at the office. God. She hated those pricks sometimes; a lot of old money lived in that office. She had thought she was leaving classism behind when she did her study abroad in the States for her law degree. Apparently, America just hid their classism really well instead of openly displaying it like they did back in the UK.

She lived well, was paid well, did better than anyone had expected her to do, probably. She had been more focused on athletics as a kid, leading Runaan to force her into ballet (‘you already know some French. It’s perfect!’), Ethari insisting on Irish step dance (‘Lain’s mother was Irish. It’s a world wide sensation, Rayla!’), and her own parents signing her up for kickboxing when she was in high school during their vacation from work. Her teachers had been frustrated that she was smart but didn’t ‘apply herself’ whatever that meant. She got good grades, did better in college, got into law school in another country, and passed the bar. She could apply herself just fine. She just liked to be active.

Rayla sighed as she stepped into the hot water of her shower. She had made a good choice buying this shower head. Slowly, she felt the burn that had started last night begin to build back up again. Green eyes entered her mind again, as well as a voice that she would love to hear calling her name out while she rode him. ‘Calm down, Rayla.’ She couldn’t meet Corvus horny. Rayla sighed, putting her forehead against the shower wall before starting to massage her breast. She tried to imagine it was Callum’s hand stroking her, dipping down to touch between her thighs where she ached.

Would his hands be soft or rough? There hadn’t been any obvious calluses when she had shaken his hand at the cheese shop. She moaned, dipping her fingers into her wet heat. Her thighs rubbed together as she tried to chase that elusive release. She didn’t have time for this. The more she tried to speed up, the more it just wasn’t happening. Growling in frustration, she tried to play with her clit, breathing deeply as she finally found a rhythm that was working. Rayla bit her bottom lip and sighed as she came, inwardly crowing with satisfaction. There was no worse start to a day than being unable to cum after a wet dream or being too horny to function.

She washed and dried off, stretching her muscles before dressing. The green pantsuit and black top showed off her toned figure without drawing too much attention to any one place. Her heels made her even taller and, hopefully, a little intimidating to jerky clients or coworkers. She grabbed her purse and went out the door. When she finally made it to her car, she leaned her head on the steering wheel. Had she really started her day off by masturbating to a guy she met YESERDAY?

She shook her head, driving off until she made it to the little café she and Corvus frequented. Corvus also worked in the same building, but for a different law office, specifically divorce. Rayla had no idea how he did it, but someone had to. She saw Corvus at their usual table, smiling at something on his phone. “Your boyfriend sent you a naughty text?”

Corvus smirked back up at her. “Nope. Just something about one of my latest clients. Well, their soon-to-be-ex.”

“Good news or bad news?”

“Well, considering it’s a custody case, it’s good for my client.”

“Abuse?” Rayla frowned.

“I would not be smirking if that was the case. No. Apparently, the ex has been mismanaging the children’s money. Lying about putting it in a back account for them and spending it on gambling debts.”

“You don’t call that abuse?” Rayla smiled up at the waiter who came over, ordering an earl grey, a coffee to go, and an omelet.

“Thank you,” Corvus nodded to the waiter. “I do, personally, but everyone views that differently. The children were never struck, no record of emotional, mental, or oral abuse. It seemed like it was going to go 50-50 custody, which tends to be the ideal situation, but my client was concerned about the gambling problem.”

“So best case scenario, gambler’s anonymous and supervised visits eventually leading to 50-50 custody?”

“Best case scenario. Probably won’t happen, but we can all hope.”

Rayla shook her head. “I don’t know how you do it. I didn’t do criminal law or divorce law because I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing evidence of child abuse all day.”

“It’s a lot. We try to spread those cases around as much as we can, because it gets to be too much when it’s all you see. When police reports come into play, it’s even worse.” Rayla nodded. “While you work for old money. Tell me, how’s Kasef doing?”

“Hitting on me, again. Got upset when I told him off for glaring at a guy in a cheese shop for asking me a question.”

“He comes down to our office on his breaks and hits on half the women there.”

“Believe me, I know. His father gets really upset about it.”

“How is Mr. Ahling?”

“Still insisting we call him ‘Mr. Ahling’ and not the proper ‘Mr. Patel.’ His health is starting to go downhill, so we’re hoping his daughter graduates soon and can start to learn how to take over the office.”

Corvus shook his head, smiling at the waiter with her when they brought their food. “Thank you. I’m telling you, join our office. You could be really good at gathering information.”

“Thank you, but, no thanks. I grew up believing in true love with both sets of my parents. I’d like to continue believing in it.”

“You still believe in love. I love my boyfriend so much we’re moving in together.”

“Well, congratulations to you both. You moving in to his apartment or is he moving into your’s?”

“Mine’s bigger and closer to both our jobs.”

They talked work for a few more minutes, keeping an eye on the time. Rayla sighed as she looked at Corvus. “I’ve got a favor to ask.”

“My hairdresser would love to do your hair. Those layers are cute, but maybe you need a new look.”

“Ha ha. My hair’s fine, thanks. You remember me mentioning a guy in the cheese shop?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, he asked to draw me. He said it’s cool that I brought a friend and I would like to bring you. I don’t really have any other friends in the city.” She finished her tea, opening the lid of her coffee to put some cream in.

“He seem legit?”

“I saw his art. He also runs a YouTube channel with his friends and little brother?”

“What’s his name?”

“Callum Evans.”

“Katolis Squad!” Corvus smiled, clapping his hands together.

“You know them?”

“Of course. They do a lot of food stuff. I found this café because of one of their videos. Also, my boyfriend’s a baker, remember? Ezran and Claudia do a series on baking and sweets and he likes to watch them. Callum Evans is also kind of known in the art scene in town and I’ve met his aunt a few times. Lovely lady, so’s her wife.”

“Huh. Apparently, I’m out of it.”

“You just arrived in Katolis last year. I grew up here. You remember my boyfriend’s beignets you liked so much?”

“Those were delicious.”

“Ezran’s recipe. His grandmother’s friend was from Louisiana and she taught him how to make them like it’s done in the French-Quarter.”

“Huh. So, you’ll come with me?”

“Sure. Callum Evans seems harmless, but since he already approved it, might as well take advantage.”

“Agreed. I can take care of myself, but, you never know.”

“Where’s it going to be?”

“At his house. He said he has an art studio there. At least, that’s what he implied. I’m waiting for a text from him to iron out the details.”

“Maybe he’ll ask to draw you nude?” Rayla flushed red at that, looking down at her almost finished breakfast. “Oh? Something you want to share with the class? A reason you were distracted during kickboxing last night, perhaps?”

Rayla glared up at him, taking a few harsh bites of her omelet. She swallowed, keeping eye contact with him. “He’s cute, I’m single, that’s it.”

“He’s single.” Rayla paused. “He broke-up with his last girlfriend months ago. She made a big Instagram post about it, saying they wanted to focus on their careers. Which was weird because no one even knew they were in a relationship.”

“So, he’s probably used to people trying to use him for fame.”

“Most likely. He keeps to himself.”

“I saw that when I went digging online. His step-father’s the governor and his mother was in the military for a few years, rising through the ranks very quickly.”

“Yeah. They try to keep their channel separate from all that, though. People are always asking them questions about it and they’ll either ignore it or say they aren’t a mouthpiece for Harrow Williams.”

“Fair. I’ll text you the details. I’ve got my coffee, gotta go.” Rayla put a $20 on the table and waved good-bye to Corvus, leaving to head to the office. Well, this just got even more interesting, didn’t it?

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Callum rubbed his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling. All night, he had dreamed of Rayla. Her white hair down and around bare shoulders, purple eyes starting deep into his. ‘Come on, Callum. Make me feel good.’ He tossed and turned in his bed, suddenly thankful for the fact he lived alone. His cock was at attention and it was not going to be going down any time soon. Rolling out of bed, he took his sleep clothes off as he made his was to his shower. He winced at the cold water, but sighing in relief as his erection went down. He had no time to rub one out. He was already running late for his meeting with Ezran, Soren, and Claudia. They had to go over whether or not to actually hire a crew now that their channel had six million subscribers.

It would be a smart move. Claudia’s home-made beauty series was getting a lot of attention, as were her and Ez’s baking series. Soren and Ezran’s sub channel and Twitch channel was getting a lot of attention in the video game community for their let’s plays and commentary. Even Callum’s art sub channel was getting more and more attention. He was just worried about going bigger because, if they did, what if drama followed? It had been a PR nightmare when his ex-girlfriend had posted on Instagram about going their separate ways for their careers. Callum had asked her to keep it between them because he wanted to keep his personal life and his YouTube life separate. She had apparently felt that, after they broke-up, what he wanted didn’t matter.

As he quickly ate breakfast, he couldn’t get the idea of Rayla from his dreams or of her in a forest out of his head. Those eyes haunted his every though. ‘She’s a freaking fae. That must be it.’ Callum rubbed his eyes again, sighing. He sent a quick text to Rayla asking if she would be alright with her modeling for him in the woods outside of town. She would probably say ‘no’, but Callum needed to get this image out of his head and out of his system. He had just met her and she was distracting him already. Still, Callum wasn’t so sure he could ever get someone like her out of his system. Even if they had sex a week straight, he would probably still crave her. ‘Stop getting ahead of yourself, Callum. She’s probably in a relationship, you just want to draw her, and you have other things to focus on right now.’

All day, as the group discussed the benefits to do YouTube full-time, barring Ezran because he was still in college, a Scottish accent and a pair of soft eyes stayed in the back of his mind. Beckoning him to find her and take her under a waterfall in the forest. Would she scratch and like it rough or did she like to go soft and slow, like a wave?

Ezran snapped his fingers in his face. “Callum, focus.”

“Right. So, I think taking a step forward is a good idea….” He didn’t have time to be thinking about faeries in suits from Scotland.

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #tdp #the dragon prince #au #replay #moonbase fanfics

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boymeetsweevil · 5 years ago

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Watch Yourself

Grouping: Reader x Hoseok

Word Count: ~7770

Warnings/Themes: Peeping Tom-ish/Voyeurism, Hoseok is a closetexhibitionist, (and apparently so it OC) public sex, fingering, so much boob stuff, penetrative sex, too much talk centered around Hob’s hands, this is basically just pwp guys that second p is questionable

Summary: It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen.

Part of the Masterlist for Group 2 of the @btssmutclub Summer Project

tagging: @jeoneric @betysotelo18

There is something utterly sad about visiting the tiny local strip mall before 11am on a Saturday. Sadder yet is the fact that you are there by yourself, with no friend in sight. Said friend was supposed to come with you for moral support and to give his valued opinion on the swim wear you were there to buy. But, of course, something had to go wrong. Wonho, your fashion student friend, called you this morning to tell you that he pulled a muscle in his groin at the gym that same day and sent you a Snapchat of him in the campus clinic with an ice pack as proof.

As you pay for your tea for the morning from a small kiosk, you take in the fact that even the old ladies power walking around the floors of the mall and the elementary schoolers running to the arcade have their friends with them. You make a mental note to guilt trip Wonho a little bit when you see him next. Which will probably be at the pool party that necessitated this outing in the first place.

When you started attending your university, you came in with a high school sweetheart of sorts. Your ex had been one of the kindest guys you knew, albeit a little insecure. You thought he’d grow out of it, you were sure of it. But once he got accepted into his frat of choice after much ass-kissing, he changed. You endured it for 3 years too long before finally getting fed up in the middle of fall semester of your senior year. Since then, it had been smooth sailing, but also radio silence on your ex’s end.

It’s now the summer following your graduation and this invitation to his pool party seems to be coming from nowhere. Your friend Irene bluntly suggested it wasn’t because he really wanted you back in his life, but because he wanted to show off his new girlfriend to his old girlfriend. Your other friend, Monica, showed you the new girlfriend’s picture. She was pretty, into horses, and did charity on the weekends.

(1 week prior)

“She seems nice,” you sniffed at the image on Monica’s screen before cutting into your pancakes from your favorite brunch spot. They were a little too thick this time and the force of your cutting shook the little table you were all seated at.

“Her style is a little 2008,” Wonho commented as he scrolled through the pictures on the girl’s account. “I didn’t think people still did the tunic and black cropped leggings thing anymore.”

Irene pinned him with a dirty look. “Lots of people still do that. I do that.”

“Yeah, you do,” he frowned disapprovingly.

You and Monica watched Irene and Wonho bicker about statement belts for a moment before she turned to you abruptly, shoving the phone back in your face like a bad omen.

“You know you have to go to that pool party, right?”

“Uh, yeah. We said we were all thinking of going, right?”

“I mean, maybe. But you specifically need to go.”

“Why?”

“Because you need to show him that you’re onto him and that he made a huge mistake losing you.”

“But I don’t care about him anymore,” you said innocently through a bite of eggs.

‘It’s the principle of the thing,” she sighed. “Your bathing suit has to be amazing, none of this—this,” she waved her hands in the air as if trying to conjure up the right phrase, “monochromatic one-piece mess.”

“What’s wrong with my one-piece?”

“It doesn’t do any favors for your body.”

“Wait a second, I—”

“It’s true,” Wonho turned to you, eyes so serious they make you lose train of thought. “You have a great silhouette and you rarely do it justice.”

“Yeah,” Irene chimed in and gestured to your hoodie, “I’ve been meaning to ask you why you have so many of those...shirts.”

“For comfort, maybe? You guys ever heard of that?”

The three of them blinked owlishly at you before Monica reached out to pat your hand. “It’s okay, sweetie. You’ll figure this bathing suit thing out.”

You follow the various signs hanging down from the mall ceiling telling you the names of various shops and start browsing.

With your friend’s voices in your head, you try not to rely on your basic instincts too much and instead go to the stores you’ve heard Monica praise or seen Wonho shop at when buying clothes as birthday presents. You pass by one store you know all of your friends would approve of. But it positively reeks of sophistication and trendiness, so you circle the entire floor before eventually after coming back empty from the other stores. This one boutique has dim and flattering lighting and there’s an expensive smelling perfume wafting around the place when you push through the front door.

Instantly you get the urge to turn and walk out. All the other people in the store look like they walked out of fashion catalogs themselves. Even the employees refolding garments and waiting at the cash register are all perfectly proportioned, symmetrical, and statuesque. You thank the universe that you chose a neutral outfit: dark jeans Wonho bought for you after taking your measurements with painstaking care and a plain black tank top to beat the heat.

You consider sending a text to the group chat to ask for help when you enter the swimsuit section, but your pride and stubbornness rule that option out. So you just pick a bunch of swimsuits you think would look good on you and head over to the changing room. The attendant there is organizing the rack of returned garments and has his back to you when you enter the changing room hallway.

“How many items,” the attendant asks.

“It looks like I have 3,” you mutter after counting.

“Be right with you.”

You spend the time he takes to finish grouping items to take in his appearance.The back of his head and his voice are oddly familiar.

“Um, this might be a weird question, but are you Hoseok? Jung Hoseok?”

“I thought that was your voice.” The man in front of you turns and nods, a shy, but brilliant grin creeping onto his face. “Long time no see.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you.”

Jung Hoseok had been one of your ex-boyfriend’s frat brothers and former “friend”. If there was no one closer around, your ex would hang out with Hoseok and a bunch of other guys not in his inner circle. And when there were closer guys around, you ex would ignore you. So you’d talk with Hoseok. He kept you company many a night when your boyfriend was nowhere to be found and you were alone at the frat parties you were only attending out of girlfriend loyalty.

From what you remember, Hoseok was an architecture and dance double major. He always had good jokes, good weed, and a flirty vibe about him. You’re a little ashamed to admit that you flirted back despite the fact that you were often around him as someone else’s date. But it never progressed into anything more. Not even after you broke up with your ex and were attending the parties to spite him briefly after the break up.

Hoseok would smoke you out and crowd you into the kitchen corner while you passed a blunt back and forth, exchanging banter and heated glances but nothing more. You spent more nights than you’re willing to confess to thinking about the comfortable press of his hand on the small of your back.

Now, he still looks the same as he did half a year ago, but with the addition of a golden tan from the part of the summer that’s already passed. He looks good in his impeccably white t-shirt and uniform slacks with his artfully tousled hair. Among the other model-like employees he fits right in. It’s a little unfair.

“You enjoying your summer,” he asks while giving you the perfunctory little card with a number 3 on it before leading you through a hall of changing rooms.

“Sort of. I moved into a new apartment with one of my friends, and we just finished getting settled. I’m gonna start teaching in the fall.”

“Teaching, huh? Whereabouts?” Hoseok selects one of the large fitting rooms all the way in the back. The ones that can fit packs of friends who are very invested in the outfit picking process.

“You know the Montessori school out by the northern part of the city?” He nods in recognition. “It’s that one.”

He lets out a low whistle at the mention of the small private elementary school that all the city’s most wealthy inhabitants bring their children to. “Sounds like it’ll be a good move, then. You’re living the dream, huh?”

“Yeah,” you duck your head modestly as you linger in front of the changing room door. “What about you? Are you here for the summer?”

“For the summer,” he confirms, “Then I’m moving into the city too. Near the Big Hit park to work with a firm there.”

“Are you gonna be interning?”

“I’m gonna be leading a project with my own design, actually.”

“Oh, Hoseok, that’s great! It’s really early in the game too. You’re going places.”

“Yeah, its—” he stops to look around the area and takes a reluctant step back. You realize then just how close you two were standing to each other. “I don’t want to hold you up if you’ve got friends waiting on you to pick something out.”

“Oh, you’re good. I came here by myself. My friends were supposed to help me get something, but they all...got busy.” You roll your eyes.

Hoseok returns to his station and continues organizing his area once more, but raises his voice so it carries to you. “That sucks. I’ve had stuff like that happen a few times.”

When you don’t immediately respond, he figures you’re busy changing. Almost instantly his thoughts gravitate towards your swimsuit choice, wondering what you picked out. Are you a fan of string bikinis or athletic cuts? His ears subconsciously strain for the rustling of clothes before he cuts the wandering thoughts short. He leaves to go get some extra work from his supervisor and give you privacy.

In the changing room, you’re having a bit of trouble. The first suit is nearly on, but won’t zip past your bust like it's supposed to. You underestimate your strength as you try to force the zipper up and end up ripping the tab off the little sliding bit. You let out a quiet curse before resolving to buy the suit since you broke it. Perhaps it was your fault for thinking you could fit into a size you normally never wear, though it looked like it would fit you when you draped it over your torso earlier. Unfortunately for you, there weren’t any larger sizes either.

Pulling the tag hanging off the side of the suit, you check the price curiously only to find that the suit bandeau is heinously expensive on its own. You have no idea how much the bottoms cost, but you’re fairly certain they’re sold separately. You panic at the thought of having to pay so much for the suit and fumble with the sliding body of the zipper again, trying to get the top off of you, but it won’t budge.

“Hello?” Your voice rings out with uncertainty. You’d heard footsteps leaving the fitting room area earlier, but you didn’t hear them return.

When you get only silence as a reply, you open the door to your changing stall and poke your head out. You’re about to tip toe out to hopefully flag down one of the women working in the front of the store when Hoseok walks back into the fitting room area. He’s busy with whatever is on his phone and doesn’t seem to see you at first. You curse to yourself, hoping he doesn’t see you. To keep an eye on him, you start to walk backwards towards your changing room, but your bare feet squeak loudly against the polished wooden floor.

He looks toward you in that moment to chase the sound. His hand holding his phone drops and eyes linger on your form for longer than could be considered merely professional appraisal and his head turns quickly once he realizes this. Inside his chest, his heart is flutters at the after image of you behind his eyelids. You look good. Really good. While he might think a broken zipper would ruin the look, the fact that the bandeau is only half zipped and straining to contain your breasts makes you look like a classic pinup.

It takes a conscious effort to stray from mentally retracing the path that your curves made in the suit. The voluptuous flare of your hips and shapely legs both grab his attention even more than the bright candy apple red fabric of the suit. He turns abruptly, about to act as though he’s needed in the stock room when your voice sounds out, embarrassed.

“Hoseok?”

“Yeah?” His voice cracks a little, suddenly flustered, and he covers it best he can with a low cough. “What’s up?”

“I’m really sorry but,” you avert your eyes as you walk forward. “I think I broke this suit.”

“Huh?” Your exposed skin looks soft in the gentle lighting of the hallway, and somehow the sight of it is loud enough to muffle your confession. “You broke something?”

“It’s the zipper on the top. I was gonna buy it since I broke it. But the suit is, like, a million dollars. Is there...any chance you can give me a friends and family discount?”

“Oh.” He jumps at the chance to go back to being a helpful professional person again. “That’s okay. I’ll just tell my boss that it broke off in handling. We just put those out today.”

Your eyes go round with hope. “I don’t have to buy it?”

“Nah,” he waves away your offer, eyes now glued to his own shoes. “I got it.”

“Really?” Your face lights up beautifully, relief softening your features. “That’s amazing, thank you.”

He watches for a brief moment while you go back into the changing room. Surprisingly—or perhaps unsurprisingly, with the way his day is going—your ass is amazing, if the way the suit stretches in an almost heart over the cheeks. His throat is suddenly very dry and he nearly downs the entire water bottle he keeps near his station. Hoseok is only allowed a few moments of silence to recover.

“Hey, um, do you...do you think you could come here?”

Faltering in his steps, he walks back down the hallway with a rising sense of suspicion. He’s not sure what will come next, but he knows deep in his gut it’ll be odd and possibly enough to get him fired. Still, he stands in front of the door with uncertainty roiling in his belly.

“What’s up?”

“Come in,” is all you say in a muted hiss.

His hand is sweating when he turns the knob leading into the changing room. He tries to open it cautiously, give himself enough time to peer in and give you time to cover anything you don’t want him to see. But you merely yank him in by the collar and shut the door quickly before locking it. At his wide-eyed, nervous expression you quickly move to make things less awkward.

“Sorry,” you toss over your shoulder while testing the door knob. “I know this is weird, but I can’t get the suit off. It’s too tight to pull over my head and the zipper won’t budge no matter how hard I pull on it. Can you...help?”

Hoseok can only nod in response with nerves halting his tongue. He approaches you slowly, making sure nothing he’s doing seems threatening. Or overly enthusiastic. You’re pressed against the door with your back to the exit and it doesn’t take long for him to close the distance between you two. You’re careful to keep your breathing light so as not to draw extra attention to your chest despite the fact that Hoseok is now eyeballing it like its a complicated puzzle.

“I think the only way to get it off is to just brute force the zipper,” he says after a while.

“Okay.”

You wet your lips nervously and let out a shaky breath that you pray he’ll ignore.

“You might wanna, um, hold your...” he gestures vaguely at your ample cleavage. “So they don’t fall out if we get the top to open.”

Gingerly you cup your breasts to hold the fabric covering them together like he suggested. Hoseok brushes your fingers when he finally attempts to pull the zipper down for the first time. He mutters a quick apology and tries as best he can not to graze you again with his knuckles as his hand shakes. The other hand is behind his back, tightly fisted in effort to maintain his cool. From your vantage point, you can actually see his hand and the way the veins in his arm flash by looking at the mirror on the changing room wall.

A few more harsh tugs gets the zipper’s sliding body down the chain about halfway, but it’s not enough to get the straps of the suit off your arms.

“Maybe you should use two hands,” you hedge. He nods and holds the sides in one hand and the zipper with the other.

Hoseok lets out a steady breath before pulling the zipper down as hard as he can without ripping the suit. He can maybe fib to his boss about the zipper coming off, but not the top ripping in two. Luckily, the zipper stutters open wide enough for you to be able to slip it off now. The only problem is that you forgot to keep a firm grip on the halves of the top and your breasts almost spill completely out of the top.

You stand there, still holding your top up, and chance a look up at Hoseok. He’s gazing down at your chest but senses your gaze and locks eyes with you then. Something in the air between you changes, shifts, clicks. There’s an electricity that you can practically feel crackling under your skin and you take a step forward without thinking. Hoseok’s eyes fall closed as you approach, lashes fanning out prettily across the apples of his cheeks. Before you can chicken out, you ghost your lips over his slack mouth. It’s only a fleeting moment, but you still feel a jolt of something from the contact that has you letting out a small gasp.

Hoseok leans in to touch his forehead to yours almost as if he’s about to initiate another kiss, but a woman’s voice rings through the changing room area, letting him know that they need him to help his supervisor comb through the main part of the store and reset all the displays. Something about all the normal folders and floor monitors being out on their lunch break.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute. Just trying something on,” he lies.

He peers down at you again with a look that’s more subdued but still smoldering, eyes hooded dreamily, smoothing tingling palms against his work pants. Your cheeks heat up with the intensity of his stare, but you back away. The atmosphere isn’t quite the same after having the tenuous balance disrupted by his coworker. With your back against the door and so much of you still bared to him, you suddenly feel so vulnerable. Part of you is scared because that does something to your insides. Tying them up with excitement.

“I should go,” you sigh as he backs up.

He looks like he wants to say something, but stops himself. He slides back out while you’re collecting your actual clothes. When you finish changing, you shuffle passed Hoseok and purchase the expensive broken bathing suit with a grimace.

A few days later, Hoseok is in the main part of the store replacing some items that were knocked over by a careless customer when a coworker comes over and taps him on the shoulder.

“What’s up, man?”

“There’s a customer here who wants you to start a dressing room for her. She wants a selection of bathing suits, too.”

“Cool,” Hoseok hands the employee the clothes he was dealing with. “She say what size?”

The guy relays the size information to him and with that Hoseok makes his way to the bathing suit section to pick out a variety of styles in the right size. With his arms laden with different pieces, he heads back into the changing room area. It’s empty but that’s not unusual at this day and time. It was the store owner’s idea to make it so there weren’t ever that many employees working a shift at a time to give off a minimalist, unbothered vibe.

“Miss,” he calls out to the customer, looking for a sign of the woman by looking for her feet in the cracks of the stall doors. “I have some pieces for you to try. I’ll be right outside in case you don’t want anything or you want a different color. Or if you want to check out as well. I can ring you up.”

“Thanks,” your voice sounds from behind the final door of the hallway. You push open the door to reveal your face.

Hoseok’s cheeks bloom rosy from behind the tiny mountain of bathing suits he gathered unwittingly for you. A strong wave of deja vu washes over him as he’s taken back to the last time he saw you here. The memory of the (almost) kiss is still fresh in his mind like it was yesterday because, at this point, he’s replayed it in his mind dozens of times. A couple of those replays involved the tissue box and bottle of lotion he keeps by his bed. During those times the moment was stretched out and embellished thanks to his industrious imagination.

“I’ll take some of those,” you say with arms reaching to a portion of the suits. “You said you’d be nearby?”

“Yeah,” he breathes.

“Good.”

Like a doting assistant, Hoseok leans on the wall outside your stall, eyes pitching across all parts of the room to occupy his thoughts and time. His gaze bounces from the opposite end of the hallway where his post is normally, to the other stalls, to the mirror lining the wall adjacent to him. There he sees his reflection as well as a reflection of all the stalls. Small movement in the mirror catches his eye, a quick flash of skin. With a hesitant look back at your stall, he realizes the door is cracked. Just enough for him to catch a glimpse of bare arm. A sliver of the mirror inside, through which he swears he sees you looking back at him.

He whips his head back to stare down the hallway, biting harshly on his tongue when the rustling of clothes stops and the sound of the door’s hinge gives a prolonged creak.

“Hoseok?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you give me that green one you have there and I’ll give this one back to you?”

“Oh,” he blinks. Surprised but relieved at the fact that you didn’t tear him a new one for being a peeping Tom. “S-sure.”

He looks away as best he can while handing you the suit you asked for before waiting patiently for you to remove and return the first one you tried. He wants to say something to you, ask about the other day and why you left so abruptly. Why you bought the suit that he said he would take care of. But all of that gets dashed away when his eyes wander instinctively back to your stall and the door is now half closed at best.

With the door angled like this, he can see your reflection perfectly from where he’s standing. You’d be naked if it weren’t for the delicate pair of underwear you’re wearing to safely try on the suits according to store policy. Hoseok can’t drag his eyes away from the sight of you examining the hunter green string bikini’s intricate tie system before attempting to put it on. The green bottoms lovingly hug the curves of your hips but leave little to the imagination with the way they’re bunched up. You skim your index fingers under the elastic of the bottoms to snap them back into place and cover more of your ass. He mourns the change in the view briefly before migrating up the slope of your bare back up to the loose strings dangling from the bikini top.

“Can you help me with this,” you give him a pout that he can’t say no to.

Suddenly he’s scrambling into the changing stall to put the clothes he was holding down on the small bench inside. He comes up behind you and recalls the intended weaving before deftly knotting the strings together in the right place. The end result is a pretty lattice pattern that contrasts with the simple triangles covering your breasts in the front. You test the support and bounce a little, cupping your chest lightly before letting out a pleased hum at Hoseok’s handiwork.

“What do you think?”

He gulps. “It’s, uh, it’s nice.”

“Just nice?” Your voice comes off as coy. You know you look better than nice, but inside you’re fighting the urge to gnaw at your lip self-consciously.

You knew that you were making a big gamble the moment you decided to request Hoseok as your personal shopper not even an hour ago. But ever since you rushed out of the shop a few days prior, the only thing you could think about was Hoseok. Hoseok and the way he looked at you. The way his palms trembled subtly as he reached for you that other day in the stall. The need was palpable and radiated from him like summer heat off dark concrete. It had been a long time since something like this made your breath hitch, and this was the mere memory alone. The memory itself was simultaneously addicting and not enough. So here you are, acting like you were filming a bad porno so you could chase that fleeting moment from last time. His supervisor wouldn’t be able to get you to back down this time even if she was banging on the stall door.

“I like it,” he mumbles quietly after some time.

“Me too. I’ll take it.” Your eyes meet his in the mirror and you watch his expression carefully. “Help me take it off?”

His mouth drops open just a bit. It’s such a small gesture that you might have missed if every instinct in you wasn’t curled tight with giddy lust. His fingers are feather-light against the skin of your back as he loosens the binds he just did. All the while his gaze never leaves yours in the mirror. Almost as if he’s trying to communicate with you. You give a miniscule nod and then he’s giving the final tug.

The bikini top slithers down your front into a cool, smooth pile of ribbon at your feet. You’re bare like the other day, but your back is almost proudly straight this time and you fall back against him easily.

His hand comes up to lay on your shoulder. The weight is bureaucratic and safe enough that for a second you’re expecting a rebuff.

“Are you sure you wanna do this here?” The tip of his nose skims gently near your temple. Your breath hitches in anticipation. “Because once you say the word, we’re doing this. And I’m not closing that fucking door. I wanna see you backup all that strutting around you’ve been doing.”

You nod again. A shaky breath leaves you and you reach a hand back to creep up his front, fingers grazing collar and tugging needy. He takes a few steps forward, forcing you to stumble forward as well, before placing both hands on your hips. His hands push into the plush skin exposed there as if to test your solidness. The grip is warm and firm as he pushes your hips out until you have to lean forward and brace both hands on the full-length mirror on the changing room wall for balance.

“I don’t want you looking around all distracted at the door. Only look in the mirror. I want you to watch yourself and watch me with you. Okay?”

“Okay,” you sigh.

With that, he tugs down the bikini bottoms to reveal the underwear you had underneath. While you step out of the swimsuit bottoms and kick them to the side, he slides his hand down the front of your panties. The pads of his fingers part your folds easily with no resistance thanks to the copious amount of arousal already there.

“I’ve been thinking about how the other day would have played out if I never left for two days now,” you explain.

“You been touching yourself to it?”

“Yes,” your breath hitches when he swipes over your clit roughly.

“Me too.”

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck. The sweetness of the gesture contrasts starkly with the obscene wet noises coming from where he plays with your wet center. It's not loud enough to compete with the music playing through the store. And definitely not enough to grab anyone’s if they were seated at Hoseok’s post at the end of the hallway. But you still have to fight the instinct to look back at the half open door of the changing stall to make sure no one will catch you.

“You paying attention?”

Your eyes refocus on the reflection in the mirror and zero in on the way Hoseok’s hand barely fits in your underwear. Still, his middle and ring fingers are obscured by the front of your underwear and all you can really see is the way his hand movements speed up. A second later the tightness of the figure eights he rubs into you registers in your core and the wave of pleasure that hits has your knees buckling slightly. Luckily you’re already holding onto something—the mirror.

The slick noises coming from your center get louder as more arousal leaks onto Hoseok’s rapidly moving fingers. In the mirror, you can see that his brow is furrowed in concentration, or perhaps subtly dialed back lust. Meanwhile, his mouth hangs open slightly in silent, sympathetic moans. He must sense your gaze on his face because he looks up then and locks eyes with you in the mirror.

“It feels good,” you whine out the last syllable when he flirts with your entrance for the first time. Already, you’re clenching around a phantom something, eager for things to speed up.

“That’s good.”

His response sounds nonchalant, but you can feel his hardness nudging against your ass if you push back enough. He’s careful to keep it away from you, though, so he can focus on you. It’s not exactly attention that you’re used to after so many years with your ex, but you welcome it all the same. Hoseok is attentive and competitive in the way that he seeks the things that accidentally draw moans from your parted lips. Soon enough, your arms are shaking from a combination of the effort of holding yourself up against the mirror and your first orgasm’s approach.

Hoseok is now grinding the heel of his other palm into your clit, fingertips pistoning against one spongy area of your walls after seeing the way you had you stuttering and your hands sliding a bit against the glass. The first hand wandered up your torso some time ago. He meandered a path along the soft valley of your stomach before coming to cup your breast. With your arousal still shining dully on his fingers, he tweaks your nipple until it draws up and out. Testing various pressures and grips, he finds a perfect rhythm of rolling and pinching that makes you clench around his other hand. His fingers are elegant and long, but not quite thick enough even in a pair. It drives you slightly crazy and you instinctively push your hips back to grind harder against him, mewling shamelessly.

“Please,” your plea comes out crumpled from in between ragged breaths. “I want you.”

“Hmm?” The sharp curl of Hoseok’s smile appears in the mirror. It matches the mean humor that sneaks in to his cooing tone. “You wanna be full?

You nod, cheeks warming from the begging. “I want your dick.”

“Someone’s greedy,” he pulls his fingers out, marveling at the squelching sound the motion makes. “Don’t want to get off on just fingers, huh? You wanna be stuffed full in the middle of this changing room where anyone could walk in and see you.”

You can only moan in affirmation as Hoseok finally tugs down his own bottoms and kicks them to the side. Your eyes take in his muscled legs, landing appreciatively on the line on his thighs where his tan stops and his shorts must have protected his skin from the sun one day. Hoseok spins the two of you then, while you’re lost in thought about how one of his thighs would feel between yours.

With your back against the wall, Hoseok nods to himself like he’s satisfied with his work and begins laying soft, wet kisses against the skin of your throat. He pulls back only to slowly peel off his work shirt, teasing you with the slow exposure of his equally toned torso. You have a nice view of the way back muscles flex under smooth skin now that he’s facing away from the mirror.

“Watch yourself carefully this time,” he warns you with a hand on your chin to direct your gaze to his momentarily.

When he’s sure you’re watching your reflection obediently, he returns to your breasts. He really does think they’re a work of art. So he recites a soundless sonnet to them, tongue flitting against each twin peak with ardor. Your skin becomes almost blotchy in the heat of your moment. Heeding Hoseok’s words, you take in your appearance.

With a heaving chest and parted lips, you look wanton to say the least. Your eyes are at half mast and fighting against the pleasure Hoseok’s plucking fingers bring. Then you see him reaching down to grasp himself before turning to smirk at the mirror, almost as if he’s giving another audience you weren’t aware of, a show.

There’s not much warning. There’s only the gentle nudge of his knees tapping your already lax ones apart before he’s hitching one of your legs over his slender hips. In his grasp, the head of his erection runs along the length of your center. He’s hot and swollen against you, smearing precum on your folds on his journey to your entrance.

“You’re so wet,” he bites out with the same soft incredulity as a curse. His head pops up so he can pin you with a pleading look, almost like he can’t believe you’re you. “What if someone saw you like this? All spread open and dripping for me.”

“Maybe I—ah—wouldn’t mind.” You watch your own hand come up to thread through the soft hair at the nape of his neck. You tug gently on it like its a lifeline as he lines himself up, excitement bubbling up in your stomach. “Mmh, fuck.”

He takes his time bottoming out to make sure you have time to see your expression evolve as you encounter every ridge and swell of him. The stretch has your eyes rolling back, but you don’t let yourself close them. Instead you take in the way your breasts bounce now that Hoseok has begun pumping into you experimentally. The force of his thrusts causes the walls of the changing stall to rattle loudly and for a fraction of a second you worry someone—a customer or another employee seeking assistance with something—might hear the noise and try to see what the source was.

But then your leg is lifted a bit higher and the angle changes. Suddenly he’s going deeper, stretching you slightly more, all the while your clit is bombarded with the brush of his pelvis with every stroke. The leg you have on the ground shakes from the intense bolt of pleasure and you let out a desperate moan.

“Hoseok, oh my god, I’m—you feel so good,” you do the best you can to keep your voice low.

“I can’t hear you. Louder.”

“I said you feel good.”

“Where?”

“In-inside me. I can feel all of you and I’m so...you stretch me out so good,” you pant out.

“Are you close?” His teeth are gritted with the effort it takes to push back his own oncoming orgasm. “Shit.”

“Yeah, I just need—”

Before you can finish, Hoseok is tapping lightly on your lips, pulling the bottom one from between your teeth. You open up and take his thumb and suck it. Once he’s sure its wet enough, he lingers for a few beats to enjoy the feeling of your tongue lapping at him. Then he’s collecting his hand back with a pop and snakes it down between your two writhing bodies. The effect of his spit-slick finger against your clit while he continues to plow into you is instant. It’s just the thing you needed to really kick things into overdrive. Soon you’re chasing the glorious feeling by bringing him in impossibly closer with two hands on his petite ass and by flexing the thigh you had holding his hips in place. In this position, he’s too constricted to really move in and out, so he adapts and begins a rough, circular grind.

The moans you let out are high and breathy, inappropriately loud, and your eyes dart back to your reflection just in time to see your pornographic expression. Hoseok seems to enjoy it too as he leans in to nuzzle at your forehead before cupping your face in one hand and bringing you in to kiss you sweetly. You’re not sure how he manages to make sweet the amount of tongue he’s using, but it works and you sigh dreamily against his lips.

Your orgasm surges through you again when he surprises you and sucks on your tongue. He pulls back then and watches with awe coloring his face. Or perhaps it's the fluorescents and the light sheen of sweat. Either way, the sight of you has him pulsing inside your already convulsing walls. With quick reflexes, he’s pulling out and replacing his dick with three fingers. He strokes himself—slowly to stay hard but not to bring himself to climax just yet—and watches you come down from your high.

When you’re done, you let your leg flop down from its perch on his hip bone. You’re a little wobbly from holding the pose for so long and you fall to your feet gracelessly, not thinking about how disgusting the floors may be. It’s then that you’re able to really look at Hoseok’s dick for the first time when you’re basically at eye level with it.

“Where do you wanna come?” Your eyes look impossibly large from where he’s standing and for a moment he almost answers ‘your face’ before your cleavage grabs his attention.

He mumbles then, ducking his head as his cheeks flush prettily.

“What?”

“...On your tits,” he gulps, not sure of your response.

You merely cross your arms under your breasts to lift them. A disbelieving little laugh leaves him before he’s kneeling down in front of you. The angle is a little awkward, but it’s better than it was when he was standing. He reaches out then and rubs fondly at the area where your shoulder and neck meet with one hand while pumping himself with the other.

It doesn’t take long. Hoseok’s been rock hard since he realized the changing room door wasn’t closed and the fact that you just agreed to let him come on your boobs almost made him swallow his tongue. They’re really something, he thinks to himself. They look soft and he knows if he stuck his face in between them, they’d smell good too if your perfume from the other day when you walked by him is any indication. They’re the perfect size, too. His hips stutter in their rhythm as he thinks about all the other things he could be doing to them. He could be fucking them while you hold them for him. Or, If you let him, he’d spend hours just lapping at them until they were sensitive enough to have you squealing under him. He bites down on his tongue and speeds up his strokes while imagining nipping at you, sucking bruises into the warm skin of your chest.

“I’m—now,” he chokes out before spilling over your breasts. His eyes closed momentarily when the high first hit him, but he opens them quickly enough to see one of the last spurts shoot out and paint a nipple white. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

He collapses into his own pile of exhausted limbs in front of you and grabs at the boxers he was wearing earlier. Like a switch has been flipped, the environment changes. It’s not exactly awkward but everything feels fragile and tentative all of the sudden.

Leaning forward, his wipes the remnants of his release off your chest. The two of you make shy eye contact a few times while he’s in your personal space. He hesitates a bit before leaning closer to slot his lips over yours. The kiss is heated, but not overly passionate. A simmer. Soon he’s wiping his hands before tossing away the soiled underwear and gingerly cupping your face in both his warm hands. He kisses you so thoroughly, so well that you end up unconsciously chasing his lips once he pulls away.

“Good?” He chuckles when you finally open your eyes. You’re not sure when you closed them.

“It was alright,” you sniff. “But I think you might have to do that again some time, ‘cause I’m not 100% sure.” He grins and swipes a thumb over your cheek.

“Name a time and a place and I’m there.”

“What about Saturday at 2,” you blurt out.

“Oh, uh, that’s very specific—”

“Sorry! I’ve been meaning to ask you if you wanted to go to this...thing with me. It’s a party at my ex’s house and I thought it might be less painful if,” you trail off, suddenly embarrassed at your speediness. You don’t even know if Hoseok wants anything more than hookups and here you are asking him to be your plus one to a pool party.

“It’s specific, but I’m free. Should I bring my swimsuit?” Your answering smile is infectious and he can’t help but kiss at it briefly.

“Of course. I’m bringing mine,” you mumble between his lips. “I gotta pay for it first.”

“You’re really wearing the green one?”

“Yeah. It’s my color and it makes my boobs look nice.”

“True,” he nods seriously. “Come on. Let’s get dressed and I’ll ring you up.”

While you’re clothed and at the register, you fight to ignore the knowing stares of a few of the other people working on the floor. Hoseok seems unphased by their looks and actually seems to be glowing. He hums and smiles to himself while carefully folding and wrapping your bathing suit in some tissue paper. When he turns the little monitor around for your to pay with your card, he’s still humming to himself.

“I get off for the day in half and hour,” he blurts out while you sign for the bathing suit.

“Is that so,” you humor him and raise an intrigued looking eyebrow.

“Yeah, so, uh...” The girl who’s behind the counter with Hoseok and had been collecting hangers snorts to herself at Hoseok’s sudden shy disposition. “If you’re gonna be around, I can show you the best place to eat in the food court. If you’re hungry, I mean.”

You pretend to mull it over while putting your card back in your wallet. “Alright. But I don’t eat mall pizza.”

“Hoseok,” you hiss as he presses himself against your backside while you search your ex’s kitchen for more plastic cups. “Someone will see us.”

“I don’t care,” he grinds against you, displacing your bottoms enough to expose the entire left globe of your ass. “I hope someone does. I hope he does.”

You turn around then, hoping to disrupt his fun, but he just brings both his hands to cup your breasts. The little green triangles do little to protect your modesty and, if anything, made his hands itch even more to touch you. He squeezes them in his hands, and when you don’t say anything, he pushes the material up and over them. Like he expected, your nipples are hard and have been since he started eye-fucking you earlier from across the pool.

“You’re insane,” you gasp. Partly because you’re functionally topless when any one of the partygoers, including your friends, could come around the corner in search of ice. And partly because Hoseok has latched onto one of your breasts and is now suckling at one nipple. “It’s like you—oh—want to get caught.”

He pulls off just long enough to speak. “Why should I care if anyone sees me making you feel good.”

“You know, in hindsight, I should have realized you have a thing about public sex.”

“You really should have. I gave you all the signs.” He has enough manners to shift so he’s covering you should anyone walk into the kitchen. His hand slides into your bathing suit bottoms, fingers immediately getting coated with your slick. “But it feels like you might be a little exhibitionist yourself.”

The sound of Monica and Irene laughing in the next room has your whole body tensing up with nerves, but it also has you sucking his fingers deeper into your center. Footsteps of more people who probably want a break from the sun enter the room, some sounding dangerously close.

“Oh god,” your head falls forward onto his shoulder as the wet sounds of your pussy get louder as he massages your clit. “Hoseok, we’re gonna get kicked out.”

“Not if you’re quiet.” He starts kissing your cheek, making a path to your mouth. “I’ll take care of you, baby.”

#bscproject #btssmutclub #hyunglinenetwork #networkbangtan #bttnetwork #bts smut #bts scenarios #hoseok scenario #bts imagines #hoseok imagine #bts fanfic #hoseok fanfic

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vcls · 5 years ago

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look !! it’s valencia ‘v’ rivera !! she’s my favorite c-list stylist with 192k followers, even though she’s only twenty-six. i heard she can be undemonstrative and impatient, but i think she’s illustrious and passionate. when i first saw her, i could’ve sworn she was ursula corberó, but i’m sure she’s heard that before.

BASIC INFO.

FULL NAME: valencia rivera.

BIRTHDAY: september 14th 1994

ZODIAC: virgo

NICKNAMES: v, rivera, val ( by friends ), valencia ( parents ), cia ( by her sister )

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5′8, 130 lbs.

TATTOOS: a few placed all over. working on sleeves

BASIC STYLE: androgynous, more masculine than feminine, alternative

USUAL EXPRESSION: resting bitch face or resting confused face

TRAITS: +illustrious, +passionate, -undemonstrative, -impatient.

FEARS: letting her family down .

AESTHETIC: messy hair, under eye bags, takeaway coffee cups, scuffed up shoes, kind heart, unsent letters, 2am phone calls, late night adventures, long drives, worn leather jackets, doc martens.

TRIGGERS: negative mentions of her family, specifically her parents and sister

BACKGROUND & PERSONALITY.

valencia comes from a very loving home. she knows she’s incredibly lucky to have the family she does, her parents are still madly in love with each other and she couldn’t ask for a better relationship with her little sister. they are her world.

growing up, the family were just comfortable. some months were better than others money-wise but they knew that no matter what they’d be okay because they had each other.

as a child she found it a lot easier to get along with boys than girls. she enjoyed the adventure and play style most of the boys around her had rather than the girls. like imagination games and moms and dads was fun sometimes but she loved play fighting and getting muddy more... a thing that drove her mum a little bit crazy but she wouldn’t change valencia for the world!

gender norms weren’t a thing that val stood by either. she loved ‘boy things’ like playing sports, fighting, watching games with her dad and just being rowdy but she also liked playing dress up, giving makeovers, baking with her mom and being sensitive.

all her life, she knew she was different. she could agree with her sister about the cute boys in their magazines and on tv... but she couldn’t picture herself ever marrying one. her sister would have crushes on various boys at school and v never found herself feeling anything. it all soon became clear though. and her name was sarah.

from the age of 10 to 15, val and sarah were best friends and she was wrapped around that girl’s finger. they’d do everything together and quite clearly adored each other. it was so clear to everyone except val and sarah however that val’s adoration was a lot more than just from the perspective of a best friend. and it wasn’t until sarah had to move away that val realised her true feelings. she was heartbroken. the two girls wrote each other all the time but val never felt right confessing her true feelings to her friend. there had been a few times where she’d tried to write it out but always decided against sending them.

she told her family about what she’d realised. she was a lesbian. they all took it well, her happiness being their only priority. her sister was a little bit taken back and took a little longer than her parents to come round but she was only 13 and didn’t totally understand the whole thing.

being the 2000′s, being gay brought a lot of bullying and homophobia her way. older family members in spain even writing to her parents to tell them they need to ‘get her help’ to which her parents kindly told them where they can shove their opinions and let her continue to find herself. a lot of the girls at school treated her like she had some kind of disease and would refuse to be around her which made her feel like shit as you can imagine but she always pushed through with the support of her family.

eventually, she came across a group of kids who didn’t treat her any different and supported her, some of them even being the same or incredibly similar to her. they opened her up to a lot of new things. new styles, new adventures, new music. and she loved it all. this group is why she is how she is today. they taught her about androgyny, about doing what you want and not giving a fuck about anyone else and about always being open and welcome to other people, even if you don’t totally understand them at first.

all these years, one thing about herself had stayed consistent. she’d always loved a good makeover. she was the one her friends came to for their hair and makeup for parties/dates and she’d be the one they came to for style advice and she loved that! she showed a lot of promise, as told by her drama teacher who often recruited her for help with costuming and styling for school plays. so as soon as she was able to, v went to beauty school and grew her talents.

never in a million years would she have thought this would get her to where she is today, stylist to the stars! and an incredibly popular one at that. fame isn’t a big deal to her though, she just happy to have a good job in an area she loves and being in a position to help her family out.

relationship wise, val has always dreamed of having a connection like what her parents have but so far, her few short lived relationships haven’t exactly shown much promise. sometimes she jokes that she’s terrible at picking girls since they all either only like her because she has access to celebrities, only like her because she has a little bit of fame they can use or they’re just not great people! she still secretly holds out hope though.

v has gained herself a bit of a tough outer shell after all these years of dealing with rude celebrities, catty competition and just general homophobia. some find it hard to get close enough to truly know her beautiful personality but those that do know they have a friend for life in v.

in her spare time she likes going to sport games, experiencing l.a, drawing and painting and occasionally going out with her friends. she’s very into politics and often attends protests, this isn’t something she usually talks about though like she prefers to just do stuff than talk about how she is going to or has done something.

her professional name is v rivera so to the majority of the people at shine, they would only call her v or rivera. she likes to save ‘val’ for her close friends, who are also welcome to come up with their own nicknames and ‘valencia’ is something only her parents call her (or sometimes her friends when she’s in trouble) and ‘cia’ is something only her sister has ever called because she struggled to say valencia when she was a toddler.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

sarah (this name can change): the girl who has always been a ‘what if’ in val’s mind. perhaps they lost touch and stopped writing to each other after a while? maybe they still write each other but just haven’t crossed paths again? maybe she also had feelings for val but was too scared to say anything or maybe she saw her purely as a best friend and we can find out her reaction to knowing the truth? maybe they could now be industry rivals and have to deal with the dynamic of their once best friend being competition? so much choice!

her sister: these two are as close as can be. they’ve had each other’s backs from day one and val would die for her sister no questions asked.

best friends: your muse is one of the few in the industry who took the time to break down val’s walls and get to know who she truly is. you see the weird and wonderful things that go on in her brain and also the fire in her heart and embrace it all just as she embraces everything about your muse. ( would be open to probably 2 or 3 )

industry rivals: hollywood is cutthroat and there’s always someone better. these two have been head to head for a while. maybe they admire each other’s artistic ability and use that to better themselves? maybe they can’t stand each other and always want to one up the other out of spite? maybe they’re really good friends and a bit of healthy competition never hurts? maybe they were once good friends but the competition pushed them apart?

“boyfriend/husband”: this is valencia’s boy best friend. he’s her boy and if she were straight she’d marry the fuck out of him. they probably get each other valentine’s day gifts and make jokey relationship posts about each other on their socials. they have a lot of love for each other. they always wingman each other and bro out whenever they can. i also like to imagine val practising make up looks on him if she can’t picture how it’ll look on an actual person.

idk what to call it: they love to work with each other. so maybe an actor/singer/model/etc who whenever they’re given the choice will always ask val to be their stylist and if she’s available, val will always do it because they’re one of her favourites. they probably have a good vibe together and enjoy each other’s company and if they spent more time together would be great friends but maybe due to work they’ve never had the chance before?

ex-girlfriends: this has so much opportunity for plots and backstory so if you’re interested in this then we’ll have to talk about what went down and why things didn’t work.

exes who can’t seem to let go: (i’m v inspired by this song and need a plot like it) maybe they broke up because things weren’t working but they decided to stay friends because even though the relationship was wrong they still care about each other. and they keep trying to move on but everytime they see each other, something ends up happening even though they both know it probably shouldn’t.

flirtationship: maybe her and a straight girl or her and a boy or even her and a gay girl... they probably both know nothing’s going to happen but they enjoy flirting with each other. where’s the harm in flirting?

enemies: these two just don’t vibe together. it’s not a thing, it doesn’t work. backstory can be worked out but yeah, they’re really don’t get along.

#this is all over the place i'm v sorry #i just love her okay #and for right now delilah is on hiatus while i work out what i want to do with her #shineintro

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mrsspidermanmaryjanewatsonparker · 5 years ago

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MJ in Mayhem in Manhattan

In 1978 the first ever Spidey novel was written. It holds the distinction of being the only Spidey novel ever to be 100% canon and was written by then ASM writer Len Wein and soon to be Spidey writer Marv Wolfman.

The novel has been out of print since 1978, but just this week got an audiobook adaptation that I’m currently listening through off and on.

I’m hoping to give my full thoughts on the novel at some point, but I’m writing this because, to my surprise, MJ shows up in this.*

I’m early into the book so she’s only been in 2 scenes and might not sure up again for all I know but I thought I’d post about them nevertheless.

They’re a mixed bag to be short.

To give you the short story her role thus far has been to show up at Peter’s apartment at 10.30 am and demand info regarding their ‘understanding’. She wants this info specifically because she just heard from Glory Grant that Jonah was going around the office pronouncing that he’s paired Peter up with a new female partner, a female partner who is allegedly incredibly sexy.

This puts Peter ‘in dutch’ with MJ to use the novel’s turn of phrase, although he’s never even heard of the woman in question.

He and MJ march over to the Bugle to resolve the situation and Jameson as it turns out has paired Peter up with his niece who’s trying to break into the news business. Peter and JJ argue leading to Peter being fired.

MJ apologizes for the mix up and tells him if he needs ‘anything’ to just ask (that’s code for ‘I am willing to have sex with you’ in case you didn’t know kids).

Before I say anything else, we do need to contextualize this novel.

The MJ you know from modern stories or from hindsight is NOT this MJ.

This story is so old it predates not only Chameleon smashing MJ, ‘I ALWAYS knew you were Spider-Man’ MJ or ‘I have a party girl facade to deal with my commitment issues’ MJ. No it’s so old that the IDEA that MJ’s parents were divorced or that she even has any family beyond Aunt Anna hadn’t been dreamed up yet. The former even came from Wolfman’s own run a few years later.

Like this story is so old it was written and released before Peter’s first marriage proposal to her. Hell the run immediately following the one that killed Gwen Stacy was still happening at this point in time. Again, I have to stress that this was made in 1978!

What I’m trying to say is that in analyzing MJ in this story you can’t really use any of the stuff we know from retcons and the like. She was a more simple character than she would later become and her and Peter’s relationship wasn’t as deep.

Nevertheless...I found this to be out of character.

A lot of this hinges upon how you interpret what MJ means by her and Peter’s ‘understanding’. I’d be interested in hearing other people’s thoughts on that because at first glance I at least presumed it just meant that they weren’t going to be fooling around with other people.

This MIGHT be a subtle reference to how in Wein’s run MJ did briefly go out on a few dates with Flash Thompson to make Peter jealous, something they moved on from in that same run.

But it doesn’t really jive with two people in love. Then again, Wein’s run was kinda weird with that. Conway left Peter and MJ very clearly in love and meaning a lot to one another but Wein, whilst not exactly contradicting that idea to my recollection, kind of just wrote then as ‘dating’.

If I was to draw some positives I guess there is an element of flirtation within MJ’s character which is true to form and she is assertive but not going full on Silver Age Betty Brant or Gwen Stacy.

But at the same time like...she’s still pissed off simply because she heard second hand that her boyfriend was working with...a sexy woman.

Not dating her. Not making out with her. Not even flirting with her.

She is just someone he works with.

Does she also get upset that Peter had to see his ex Betty Brant every time he went to the Bugle?

It just seems so irrational, stupid and kind of...out of character???????????

Now in fairness MJ DID have her moments of insecurities regarding her relationship with Peter in Len Wein’s run, but those were a little different. She got a little possessive at times, but that was more about Peter leaving her high and dry so he could go off and be Spider-Man, not jealousy over other women.**

I dunno...maybe I’m just not clued in enough to the social/romantic dynamics of 1978 New Yorkers (or how 30ish year old men believed those dynamics were like for early-mid 20 year olds). Like maybe back then if you were working closely and one-on-one with someone obviously attractive you were expected to tell your girlfriend/boyfriend????????

Or maybe it’s just bad writing? Maybe bad writing that’s coming from a place of like ‘aw shucks, wimmen amirite! Always causing trouble’.

What I’d be most interested to know is who did what on this novel, Wein and Wolfman. Because whilst Wein wasn’t perfect I’ll be brutally honest, he handled MJ WAY better than Wolfman who most of the time clearly didn’t like MJ or her relationship with Peter that much. My kneejerk reaction is to say this was his doing, but I don’t want to cast stones unfairly.

*That’s one for any debates you get into folks. Not only was MJ in the first Spidey films and video games but the first ever Spidey NOVEL too!

**Ironically, in spite of what you might stereotypically expect, of the two MJ actually gets jealous more frequently than Peter does.

#mayhem in manhattan #Spider-Man #mjwatsonedit #mary jane watson #Mary Jane Watson Parker #MJ Watson #marv wolfman #Len Wein #peter park #J. Jonah Jameson

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lattelesbean003 · 5 years ago

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1-50 for the asks lmao (if you feel like it, but you don’t have to lskdjfls)

1. What’s your sexual orientation?

I’m lesbian! 🏳️‍🌈

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

Uhh, I’m really into Haikyuu!! again. I’m still kinda obsessed with Marvel though lol.

3. Ever done any drugs?

Only prescribed drugs.

4. What piercings do you want?

Ohh, so many. I want three piercing on the lobes of both my ears and a couple cartridge piercings. I’ve kinda thought about a nose ring? But I’m not sure. As a start though I need to get over my fear of needles and actually get my ears pierced.

5. How many people have you kissed?

None.

6. Describe your dream home.

Okay okay. I want a one or two bedroom apartment in Montreal, Quebec. (NYC would be the dream but hahahhhh way too expensive). The kitchen would have dark cabinets with a white counter top, a nice deep sink with a movable faucet, obviously a dishwash and stove, a pretty big stainless steel fridge, a stainless steel microwave, and a toaster. I’d have a nice, big, comfy couch in the living room. There’d be lots of plants (I love plants), and a little table by a window for a ‘dining’ room. Bedroom would be big enough to fit a double or queen bed. Oh! I’d also have bookcases everywhere cause I love books and manga lol.

7. Who are you jealous of?

There are a few fanfic writers that I’m jealous of just cause they’re really good at writing and my dumbass feels inferior and bad about myself. It’s one of the things I hate about myself. I get insecure wayyy too easily.

8. What’s your favorite show to binge?

Right now, Haikyuu!!. I binged it pretty quickly and it’s turning into a comfort show for me lol.

9. Do you watch porn?

I have before, but it makes me uncomfortable.

10. Do you have a secret sideblog?

I do have a blog that I run that I haven’t told anyone about.

11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?

Florence, Italy. I wanna go back so baddd.

12. What’s one of your fantasies?

Living a good and happy life and not feeling insecure about literally everything

13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced?

No I wouldn’t. Exposing my chest to anyone makes me very uncomfortable. Also, the idea of nipple piercings is very bizarre to me but hey, you do you boo.

14. How would you spend a million dollars?

I would buy way too many books and clothes lmao. Also food. If I didn’t set aside some of it for college, I’d spend it on dumb stuff like that.

15. Are you in a relationship?

No, but I wish. I’d love a girlfriend.

16. Do you follow porn blogs?

Nope!

17. Are you angry with anyone right now?

I’m not angry with anyone, just feeling insecure about my relationship with a couple people cause my brain is stupid.

18. What tattoos do you want?

I want a full sleeve tattoo! Idk what the art would be, mostly because I haven’t actually thought about it toooo much because tattoos involve needles and pain and those are two of my biggest fears. (Failure takes the number one spot though.)

19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?

Oh uh, idk man. I’ve never thought about it. I’d just stick with Jen.

20. What is something you’re obsessed with?

For fandoms, Haikyuu!! right now, but I love sweet things way too much. Also, bread.

21. Describe your best friend.

Tall, adventurous, takes no shit, smart

22. Tag someone you think is hot.

@ms-bookdragon ;)

23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists?

I mostly like specific songs, rather than one artist. Here are my top five at the moment:

Piano Man / Billy Joel

My Love Will Never Die / AG, Claire Wyndham

Toss a Coin to Your Witcher / Samual Kim, Black Gryphon (I like the remix more than the original)

Dance Monkey / Tones and I

The Sound of Silence / Disturbed

24. What are three places you want to travel?

I really want to go to Quebec (and I might be able to this summer!!), Japan, and Greece. (I also wanna return to Italy).

25. Describe your perfect Friday night.

Sharing lots of laughs with friends.

26. What’s your favorite season?

Spring! I don’t mind winter if it snows, but where I live it mostly rains and it’s annoying lol. We’ve only had like, four dry days since the new year.

27. What’s your pet peeve?

LOUD CHEWING OMG I CAN’T STAND IT. Also when anything scraps against metal. Makes me cringe and tense up like nothing else.

28. Who is the funniest person you know?

A gay guy in my chem class. Also my neighbor. They both have very weird senses of humor but I appreciate them lol.

29. What’s the most overrated movie?

Avengers: Endgame. :3 (I will forever hate that movie lol.)

30. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message.

Oh god why you gotta do this to me. @voxofthevoid. Ahh he only knows me from my main not my sideblog. 😭

31. Do you like paper books or ebooks better?

Paper books don’t hurt my eyes as much. I don’t think I could read a paper version of a fanfic though.

32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?

Oh oof, uhh none of them? They’re all kinda shitty worlds lol.

33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like?

Lots of button-ups and sweaters. Jeans, converse, scarves, nice dresses and skirts. I don’t have a specific wardrobe, I mostly buy whatever catches my eye.

34. What’s your coffee order?

Depends on my mood, but I mostly buy ice caps at Tim Hortons. Sometimes a french vanilla. At proper coffee shops, I buy a latte or mocha. I can’t handle a normal latte yet though, so it’s normally a caramel latte or something. At Starbucks, I typically buy a caramel frappuccino. When it’s cold, a mocha latte. (The peppermint mocha is yummy.)

35. Do you have a crush on anyone?

Nope, kinda wish I did though.

36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes?

Nope! I have on ex and mostly avoid him lol.

37. Have any tattoos?

No, but as I mentioned above I’d love a full sleeve tattoo.

38. Do you drink?

Nah, I’m still underage, alcohol is gross, and I’m not popular enough to be invited to parties.

39. Are you a virgin?

Yis. Still haven’t gotten my first kiss too.

40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals?

41. How many followers do you have?

On this account, tumblr claims 39, but it’s actually 24 lmao. I have a joint account with another person that has over 1000 followers though.

42. Describe the hottest person you know.

She has a long mousy brown hair, a bunch of ear piercings, really adorable dimples, and a very nice smile. I’m like 99% she’s straight though.

43. What’s your guilty pleasure?

I indulge too much in junk food.

44. Do you read erotica?

Yupp. I mean, if you count fanfic with sex in them plus the occasional doujinshi.

45. What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?

The one date I’ve been on wasn’t too bad, but the dude I went out with thought we were a couple after the one date. I feel kinda bad because I led him on for two weeks, unsure how to break it to him that I discovered I was gay soooo.

46. How many people do you follow?

100, but like over half of them aren’t very active.

47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?

Hmmmmmmm. I don’t have a specific crush on anyone, but maybe Sebastian Stan just cause I wanna be his friend. He’s too old though lol.

48. Describe your ideal partner.

A girl (obviously), who’s could drag me to social events, but also enjoy a quiet night at home. Funny, encouraging/supportive, kind. Also lots of cuddles. I love cuddling and hand holding, plus cheek kisses!! Ahhh

49. Who do you text the most?

Two of my irl friends. They’re both great. I also text the person I have a joint blog with.

50. What’s your favorite kind of weather?

A warm spring day. The sun isn’t too hot, the grass is a lush green, and there’s only a handful of clouds in the sky. On the flip side, if I don’t have to go to school, I love snow. Walking around my neighborhood when it’s totally quiet and peaceful is one of my favorite things to do.

#asks #evelyn (eve)

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idreamofinsanity · 5 years ago

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Dreams: Aliens and Monsters

I dreamt of aliens feeding on psyches, then I dreamt of a woman becoming a monster to be with the monster she loved. TW: Gore in the second dream.

The first dream had started off in some large metropolis. I can’t remember much from the beginning, but vaguely recall something about being a reported looking into something about aliens. I don’t think the beings from another planet were something everyone knew about, either.

Mostly everything is fuzzy up until a point were I spot some of the aliens bringing a black, ovular sphere looking thing into a skyscraper. I had a strong idea for one reason or another that it was going to hurt a LOT of people, so I got in contact with some authorities and told them there was a bomb in the building. Now, the part that’s fuzzy is if I really thought it was a bomb or not because it turned out not to be... Instead, at some point I found out that the thing was actually a device that drained psychic energy from people, and it being higher up would somehow make it more effective. Ultimately, it would force all the humans within a certain radius into a coma, then they’d die. All this was to feed the aliens, being as they were psychics (in an ESP/mental powers kind of way) and needed that kind of energy to survive. If it was before or after it was recovered from the skyscraper, I’m not sure exactly when I figured it out, though... Whatever the case, my intervention did stop the aliens’ nefarious plans, at least for that time... Then I kind of woke up and went back to sleep... My second dream’s beginning is hazy as well. The clearest thing I remember was something about a magic circle and a naked, dark haired woman going into the middle of it willingly. Then, a man stood outside of it, activating its powers, turning the woman into a hideous monster. The face grew long teeth and generally morphed to look much like an anglerfish’s. Her skin became dark and reddish brown (or perhaps she sprouted fur?), her body bulking taller as her arms and fingers grew eerily long, curling into ripping claws. A long, striking tail grew out of her, and finally, bat-like wings formed, a large wingspan to accommodate her new, larger body. The next clearest memory is there being two of those monsters, midair and fighting off smaller and more human looking versions of this creature. The pair tore into the creatures, whipping them with their tails and ripping them apart and drinking their insides, long tongues lapping the blood up. They then landed, killing one more, consuming what they wanted, then tossing it aside. They then looked around the courtyard they had landed in, the scene of dead, human bodies littering the estate. The first creature’s form shifted until she was once again the woman who’d stepped into the circle, this time wearing a fine, black and red dress of ambiguously “period” fashion (perhaps Victorian?). Next, the second monster shifted into the form of the man who’d been outside the circle when the woman had first changed. The two discussed at length how disgusted the were by the carnage left behind by the “nosferatu” creatures they had just killed. ((Side note: not only is “nosferatu” the thing they called these things, but they looked like bat-winged, reddish skinned (or furred?) versions of “Nosferatu” himself, too. What’s weird about that is I’ve never watched that movie, and the most recent thing I saw about it was how it was a reference in a new Gorillaz music video, like, months ago...)) “This is what happens when a vampire takes a human mate...” the man said, contempt dripping from his words. “Nosferatues simply act on animal instincts, killing and procreating at the outer edges of civilization until they can swarm larger areas like this...” “It’s why the only responsible thing to do is turn your lover into a vampire as well,” the woman remarked, a sly smile flashing at him. He got closer to her, taking her hand and kissing it. “Of course,” he remarked. “And then at that point, the next responsible step would be to marry said lover.” “I’m lucky you’re the responsible sort.” Then there’s something about them talking things over with some humans about this whole mess with the nosferatues (in case it wasn’t clear, these things are vampire-human hybrids). It comes out that the vamp husband (the two vamps are married, in case it wasn’t obvious) has an idea as to whom the irresponsible vamp parent of the hybrids was, perhaps purposely siring them as a way to weaken the human settlements in the area. Apparently the bad vamp is a long time nemesis of the husband vampire. (I can’t remember anything much more with this specific plot point, though, which is kind of unfortunate...They MIGHT have confronted the guy a bit later, but... I can’t really picture it too well.... Really wanted to see more of this.) A couple things happened after that, one being something vague about the woman planning to have four vampire children (all at once or one at a time, I’m not sure). (Maybe the vamps have litters? Could be a contributor to why there were so many nosferatues...) Another thing was the vampire couple waking up, sitting in some chairs in the middle of an empty theatre. Weirdly, she was half-transformed, while he was in his human form. For some reason her hand was a paw? Anyway, some other woman was up on stage, but I can’t remember what she was saying or doing... I just remember the vampire guy grabbed his wife’s hand, and he reassured her, but he seemed... angry? I had some idea that the woman on stage had been hunting them, but either in a “stalker ex girlfriend” or “gonna get rid of all monsters” kind of way. If the latter, I’m thinking it would have to be she was trying to “rid them of the vampire curse” or something, seeing as she didn’t kill them right away... In either case, I woke up before really getting any more out of the dream...

#dreams #my dreams #first dream #aliens #psychics #second dream #monsters #vampires #human-vampire hybrids #nosferatu #sorta #battle couples #romance #blood #gore #May 2020

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minyoongisjiminie · 6 years ago

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nothing happens by chance | 02

Part: 2/?

(Part 1)

• pairing: Jimin x Reader

• genre: fluff/romance, angst, (possible future smut scenes)

• words: 3,6k

• disclaimer: language, mentions of alcohol / depression / cheating / violence, bad grammar (lol) all throughout the series

↳ You're life is not really going the way you want to.

The fact that you're dad died is not even the worst thing that could happen to you, but you also take over his company to fullfill his dreams of making the company successfull even after his dead. You get an amazing chance to hand over the snacks that the company is selling at the BBMAS, where you also meet Park Jimin. A very charming and breathtaking idol that sweeps you of your feet and who shows you the beautiful moments in life. But you're ex-boyfriend is not quite into the idea of you finally getting your happiness...

→ Chapter 2: "Don’t worry love. Because all of this is not coincidence"

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"I'm sorry for earlier again." Jimin smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. "How many times do I have to tell you? It's alright! Maybe it was a sign that we

should meet?" You giggled. He was so charming. It's literally decades since you last flirted with someone. "Oh you think so?" You stopped walking and raised your eyebrows. When he thought that you wouldn't tease him then he was so wrong. "What does it make you feel like this is destiny? Hmm?" As an reply, he laughed and gave himself a little face palm. But suddenly his face got more serious. "Don't you believe in destiny, Y/N?" You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know... Do you?" He nooded slowly while scanning you from head to toe. "Of course I do! Is it even worth it to live when you don't believe in something?" You frowned. What is up with him with all of the sudden? "So you think that time where we bumped into each other, means something?" - "Yup. Maybe we're meant for each other?" He laughed. You smiled shyly. Something about him is so mysterious but in the same time also so predictable... You liked it. You felt safe around him but also, you had that feeling that you were bonding. But not in a normal way. In a more specific and special way. "Hmm.. Maybe we are..?"

You tried to took a look at him, just to make sure if he really looks like a prince. And yup, he did. Starting to look at his hands, you recognized what flawless shiny pale skin he had. His little hands were so cute but in the same way also so... manly? He wore different silver rings on each finger that made his skin look more pale than it already was. Slowly you started to go upwards until you reached his face. What a face he had! His lips were so plump and you could see how he bit them, most probably a habit of his when he was deeply in his thoughts. His nose was shaped so perfectly, there were no words how you could've described it. And now there were those beautiful eyes.. You wish you could see his real eye color, the way how they always looked like. But you were 100% sure that you would still fall for them. After the little time that you spent in silence you stopped walking.

He faced you. "I really like you, Y/N... I know we just known each other for a few hours but I feel like there is something between us? Like... Can't you feel it?" You closed your eyes while he was talking. Something about his words seemed so truthful. There was something between you. Something you couldn't explain. You felt his cold hand on your hot cheek. When you started to open your eyes slowly you saw him, looking at you as If you were the most precious thing to him. All at once you felt a bit of a relief. You felt sort of relaxed, after years of feeling depressed and miserable. After years full of sorrow and insecurity, you sensed a ray of light in the dark tunnel called your life. But you weren't sure if you were ready to feel that kind of happiness again. As you both looked into each other's eyes while he caressed your hair, you started to feel scared.

What are you even doing here? This doesn't make any sense... All of this. You felt the overflowing sadness again and realized that your eyes were starting to fill up with tears. You took his hand, hold it for a second and walked away from him. "Y/N!" Jimin sprinted in front of me. "What's wrong?" You started to tear up. "You won't understand.. There is so much you don't know about me." He caressed your tears away. Still holding your head in his hand, he kissed your forehead and then hugged you. You started to cry very hardly. For a little moment, you forgot where you were and to whom you were opening yourself to. It felt so good to just let it out. All this anger and frustration. For just a little moment, nothing really mattered. "It doesn't matter to me." He was still holding you, very tightly, in his arms and started to stroke your hair. "I am a wreck. You don't want to date me. I really am not..." -"Shhh."

He made you face him. "You don't know how much I am able to take, Y/N."

"You have so cold hands.." His hands were intertwined with yours. Here you were, sitting together in the backstage area where your stand used to be. You told Arlo to head home and to celebrate with the others that you made so well today. But you didn't head home. No. You wanted to spend some more time with Jimin. There was a chance, the biggest most probably that you will never see him again. Actually you were sure of it. "I know. And you are so warm right now. He smelled your hair and kissed your head. Your body was so numb after all the crying and his kisses didn't make it better. "What do you even see in me?" Closely, you looked into his eyes. "So much potencial to be my future girlfriend?" You smiled. Well if he knew that you guys will never see each other again... "No seriously Jimin.." His hands held yours even tighter now. "I don't know.. You are so special. So different than any girl, I've ever met in my life." You shook your head. "I'm really not that special. Trust me." He put a finger on your lips. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." He kissed your forehead again. You were so tired from all the crying and laid your head on his shoulder. After all of the things that happened today, you didn't wanted him to leave or to ever forget you. But you can't be together with him. He's a person who deserves all the love of this world. And you didn't know if you can give all of that to him. The first minutes passed by then hours and then whole decades. That's how you felt.

After a while you heard a slight cough. You both looked up to see a boy who clearly looked uncomfortable. He looked at the both of you then at your still intertwined hands and then again to Jimin. "Namjoon is asking for you. We wanted to celebrate in the hotel and make a vlive, thanking ARMY for their votes." The whole time while he was talking he didn't look at Jimin but at the floor. "Can you tell him that I will take a taxi? I will be there soon. Tell ARMY some excuse why I couldn't be here. I will come soon after." - "But.. Jimin..." - "Hyung please." He started to look at you. He was surprised but also suspicious. "Can I trust you? Jimin-ah?" Jimin nodded and gave him a genuine smile. "You know that you can, hyung." The boy, whose name I didn't know, just whispered a slightly annoyed "alright" and disappeared again. "Who was that? I saw him earlier with you guys. But he didn't introduce himself to me." Jimin raised his shoulders and went through his hair. "It's Yoongi. He is not really talk active. Not at all." - "Okay.. Well I think he really likes you when he decided to send you a message while you were with me." He looked at you and started to frown. You giggled slightly because it looked so cute on him. "You can say it like that." You stood up and checked the clock. It was 1 AM. You didn't realize how fast the time was passing when you were around Jimin. "You should go. Your fans and your members are waiting for you. You shouldn't let them wait. It's a big day for you." He also stood up and started to hold your hands again. "Just one second." He closed his eyes. You thought how cute he looked when he was focusing on something. Since he closed his eyes for a big amount of time, you came closer to his face. So close that you could feel his tickling breathe on your skin. You also closed your eyes and kissed his cheek. He opened his eyes and you could see his beautiful eye smile. "You know what's going to be the most hardest thing for me?" -"What?" His forehead was leaning slightly on yours. "To see you walking out of that door." You smiled lightly, letting go of his hand. "What are you doing?" - "Do you trust me?" He nodded. "Close your eyes." He did so. "Count to 30 very slowly." - "You won't be here anymore right?"- "Trust me." He started to count very slowly. You kissed his cheek again, took your bag and headed to the door.

But you were not leaving before you looked at Jimin for the very last time..

"Y/N!" You heard your mom's voice from downstairs. "I'm coming, mom! Wait!" Your mom and you decided to go to your sister's apartment. You had a day off from the company and couldn't wait to see Jia. It was months since you last saw her. And you really really missed her. You had a really tight relationship with her. You never really fought and always came along. She also told you everything that happened in her life. Also you needed to give her, her dress back.

Since you were still tired and confused of yesterday, you told your mom to drive. All you could think about was Jimin. How he smiled and how he talked. You couldn't sleep yesterday and just had his voice and face in your head. "Is there anything you want to tell me, Y/N?" You shook your head. "Why are you asking me that?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know.. You're weird today." You smiled bitterly. "I'm always weird, mom. I'm a weirdo." - "Don't say stuff like that. Be confident in yourself. You are such a beautiful young woman." - "If you say so.." She rolled her eyes and started to work herself through the car radio. "You didn't tell me much about yesterday. Just that it was going well. Something else happened?" - "I'm really tired, mom. I came home really late as you know and I couldn't sleep." - "Alright, alright."

Finally you arrived at Jia's apartment. It was so hard to act like you would sleep in front of your mother. She knows you too well, you can't hide your feelings in front of her. You always told her everything. It felt wrong not to tell her about Jimin and they way you felt so wholesome when you were around him.

"Y/N! Mom! ~ Heeeyy!" Jia hugged both of you as tight as she could. It was the first time you saw her home and your mom and you both expected that her room would look messy. But suprisingly it didn't at all. It was actually very comfy here and she tried her best to decorate her home.

"Tell me everything! How were the BBMAS?" You rolled my eyes. Again someone who annoyed you with that question. You jumped on the sofa. "Please don't even ask me." Jia bit her lips and sat next to you. "That bad?" You took a pillow that laid next to you and screamed into it. "NOOO!" Jia came closer and held your hand. "What happened?" You looked at her and made her believe how hard it was for you to talk with her about it. "There was this boy that just completely sweeped me of my feet.." Jia smiled widely. "And what's bad with that? Isn't that something you should be happy about?" Once again you started to scream into the pillow. "Ugh tell me why it's so bad?" -"He's too good. Too pure. Too everything! I'm not ready for that kind of..." - "Happiness?" Your sister took the pillow from your hand. And hit you playfully. "Ouch. Hey!"- "Am I saying the truth? Or am I saying the truth?" You didn't face her. You knew she was saying the truth she knows me too well. "Okay that means yes?" - "Ughh. Jia you don't understand." Jia stood up and looked strictly at you. "We all know that you're the one who deserves the most than all of us together." Then she sat, again beside you. "Please don't stay in your own way, Y/N. Forget about the company. Dad never wanted to give you that big of a burden." - "Dad deserves his dream to get fullfilled." - "But you also deserve to be happy. And to dream your own dreams. And date beautiful boys without having the fear of getting happy." She hugged you before you could answer.

The day with Jia and your mom passed quickly. She introduced you to her friends and you went out to eat. It was a beautiful day and you started to think about the words Jia told you:

"Please don't stay in your way."

Maybe she was right. Maybe you deserved a bit of happiness? You started to regret that you didn't tell Jimin your full name. He only knew your first name. And that you worked in one of those food stands in the backstage area. You started to miss him already and wished you could see him once more.

When you arrived back at home, you went straight into your bed. As always you checked your phone to see if any staff members wrote you about any complications in the company. But you just got an message from an unknown number. You rolled your eyes. It definitely was some of your old friends who got a new number. It happens so much lately. You pressed on the unknown number:

"Do you miss me? As much as I miss you already?"

You were confused. Who was that? Was that a joke? Totally confused you wrote back to the unknown number:

"Who is that? Do I know you?"

After a quick second you got a reply:

"That one dude who wants to show you how beautiful you are in my eyes. Remember?"

You smiled. It was Jimin.

Your Jimin.

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(The same time in a different place...)

"Hyung! Wake up!" Jimin opened his eyes. Everything was so blurry... "Hmm?" Jungkook was trying to push him out of his bed. But he was so tired... He couldn't sleep last night. Jimin just had Y/N's tears in his mind, she was so tired of her life. That hurt in her eyes.. He couldn't shake it off even, if he tried to.. "Just 5 more minutes..." Jungkook started to jump up and down on his bed. "If you don't wake up already, I am sure that Yoongi hyung will kill you in your sleep." - "Ughhhh.." -"Come wake up!" He slapped Jimin's face, stood up and left his room.

He went to the bathroom and washed his face. When he looked at the mirror, he saw a literal corpse! Jimin's skin was much more pale and his eyes were so dark from the sleepless night yesterday. He wasn't in the mood to shower but he needed to. The Stylist noona's will kill him, and 'life was too precious to die that way', he thought. He showered quickly and picked some casual black jeans and a white shirt to wear. When he accidentally looked at his mirror self again, he was terrified. So he also decided to wore some sunglasses. He didn't want to look like a living corpse. When he looked at the clock, he gave myself an facepalm. He's late. Again. As always, since he was always the only one who ends up being late, he started to sprint downstairs to the other members.

"Yaa! How long should we wait for you, huh?" Jin put his sunglasses on and showed him the front door of the hotel, in the most extra way Jimin knows. Of course. "Jimin we are already late. You need to be more careful, okay?" Namjoon tapped Jimin's shoulder gently and gave Bangtan an gesture to make them walk through the door. Jimin was still puzzled and completely tired. This one girl was just entirely different than any girl He ever met, she had so much passion in her soul, that she doesn't make a use of, he thought. Jimin sat right at the end of the car at the window. Too tired to participate in the members bickering he tried to close his eyes. But everytime he closed them , he just saw Y/N. Shit. What should he do? He needs to find out what her last name is...

"Are you okay?" Suga was sitting right next to him and realized that something was going on. "Uhm, yeah. Everything is fine." He looked at him with a very suspicious look. "Has that something to do with that girl, you met last night?" Jimin quickly put a finger on Suga's lips and showed him that he needs to stay silent about this topic. The other members don't need to know what happened between him and Y/N. "Don't tell anyone!" Yoongi nodded and moved a bit closer to him. "What is going on between you and that girl?" He whispered into Jimin's ear. "A lot happened. I will tell you when we are alone, okay?"He nodded. Yoongi was the only one who trusted Jimin a lot. Sure the other members also trust and love Jimin, but Suga's friendship with Jimin is unique in every way.

They finally arrived at the hotel where they had the last interview's before their little hiatus. "Hello guys! How are you?" Bangtan's staff was already there and prepared them with clothes and informations. "Jimin come here. I'll do your makeup first." Da-hee noona made a gesture so Jimin would follow her.

The hotel was huge and the area that the hotel gave them, was also way bigger than Jimin expected they would give. He took his glasses off and revealed his tired face. Da-hee looked very shocked when she saw his tired face. "Jimin-ah! Do you even know what sleep is?" Jimin shrugged his shoulders. If she would know.. "It's alright. I had a harsh night yesterday." She smiled slightly and started to put foundation on his pale skin. "Do you mean that beautiful girl you met last night?" - "How...How do you know about her?" She stopped doing her work and looked at him. "I saw you two walking around. And I thought she looked very nice." - "She is." Da-hee went through Jimin's hair and whispered something into his ear: "Her last name is Y/L/N." Jimin looked at her with a confused look. "Why are you telling me that?" She laughed and started to continue her work. "I can't risk you looking like a dead alien everyday." He smiled, Bangtan's staff members were more than just some random people who worked for them. They are family. "No, but seriously Jimin. You seem to really like her. Go get her!" He nodded and gave her a little bow.

After Jimin was done with the makeup, he tried to call his manager. He was gone to buy some food for the group and the staff, but he couldn't wait for him to come back, also he couldn't risk the other members finding out. "Hello?" - "Hey, it's me Jimin."- "What do you want? Did something happen?" - "No. I just wanted to speak with you without any ears or eyes on us." There was a little break on the other side of the line. "Uhm, yeah sure. Tell me about it. What happened?" Jimin left the hotel and went outside, so he could be sure no one would secretly listen to him.

"Can you give me a list with all the names of the companies and people who worked in the backstage area at the BBMAS?" - "Why do you need that?" - "Reasons. Just trust me hyung. It doesn't have anything to do with our group. It's just a indiviualt hing." Again there was a break on the other side of the line."Okay sure. I'll send it to you when you arrive back at the hotel." - "Thank you, hyung!" - "Don't disappoint me, boy." Jimin hung up.

Finally the interviews were done and BTS headed back home.

"Ey, Jimin. You want to hang out a bit? We wanted to walk around and maybe buy some snacks?" Tae gave his fellow 95' liner an back hug and destroyed his hair. "Nah. I'm really tired. I will go straight up to sleep." He shrugged his shoulders and jumped on Kookie's back. The youngest one hold him and with V on his back he started to sprint outside. "Whoooouuuuu!" Jimin gave myself an facepalm. Sometimes he really doubts if Tae was the same age as him.

He headed back to his room and called the room service asking for a burger and a milkshake. Jimin was starving and needed something to eat. While he was waiting for the hotel staff to take his call, he saw a yellow paper with all of the names of all the companies who were handing out food yesterday. He sighed. There was no time to relax.

His food finally arrived, he gave the young men some tips and took the plate from his hands.

Okay, there were a ton of companies... He just needed to look for the first name of Y/N...

There were 3 companies with the same first name. He called at the first two but... nothing. So he typed in the last number into his phone and saved it. It was definitely Y/N. He opened Whatsapp and wrote her:

"Do you miss me? As much as I miss you already?"

Okay, Jimin thought that should be mysterious enough for now. He bite into his burger and took a sip of his milkshake. Hopefully she would answer him soon...

His phone started to vibrate:

"Who is that? Do I know you?"

Jimin smiled. Of course you do, silly, he thought. He quickly answered back:

"That one dude who wants to show you how beautiful you are in my eyes. Remember?"

Jimin waited a bit and quickly got a message back. He unlocked his screen:

Y/N: "Thank god! But how do you got my number? Should I be worried you little stalker? ;)"

Jimin: "If being a"little stalker" means that I'm crazy about you... then yes. I can't sleep since I saw you the last time.."

Y/N: "Same to be honest. Damn it, Jimin! What did you do with your charming self?"

Jimin smiled. She was still acting the same way. With her sarcastic and witty way to speak.

Jimin: "You know when I want something... I will do everything to get it.."

Y/N: Then get me! I'm waiting ;)

And how he will get you Y/N...

#kwriterskollection #bts fanfic #jimin x reader #jimin fluff #jimin angst #bangtan fanfic #park jimin #jimin bts #nothing happens by chance

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taeskii · 7 years ago

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Astrology Legacy

Finally this is going up!! I don’t think you all know how EXCITED I am to be starting this! This legacy was made by @leaflysims, @tropiccoconut. , and me! They’re all awesome people and you should check them out

General Rules:

1. You MUST complete aspiration and career unless told not to or given other instructions. 2. Minimal cheats are allowed, very small money cheats only if needed. freerealestate is allowed for generation one. 3. Lifespan Normal for whole legacy. 4. All heirs must be color based on planets (makeup, hair, clothing, ect.) pick skin tone as you wish. 5. You may live wherever you wish, unless told specifically. 6. Must complete all tasks before moving on to the next generation. 7. This generation includes some packs, so skip the task if there is not an alternative 8. Tag the legacy with #astrologylegacy so we can see it!

Generation One: Sun

Ever since you were a little girl, you thought the world revolved around you. You believed that money was the only thing that would keep your life happy and in order. Now, you’re a young adult, joining the “real world” and by this time it’s time to get a job. The rich crowd is where you want to be and you’re dedicated to getting there.

Traits: Snob, Creative, Materialistic

Career: Critic

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

-Get to level 10 of Art Critic Branch of the Critic career - Grand Steward of the Arts (business career if you don’t have CL)

-Complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration

-Get engaged as a Young Adult and marry as an Adult

-Complete Logic skill

-Have a big house by the end of the generation (start with something small and grow)

-Never run out of money

-Always pay bills on time

-Have 1 children

Generation Two: Mercury

You were a single child, always getting what you wanted. Being the only kid, loneliness became your everyday feeling. You finally started school, and made some friends and started communicating. Social skills became your expertise and when you were a teen and you always broke your curfew. Chatterbox was your nickname and you are honored to have it.

Traits: Outgoing, Insider, Gloomy

Career: Social Media

Aspiration: Friend of the World

-Be very lonely as a kid

-Make 8 good friends as a child

-Complete Social skill as a child

-As a teen, break curfew often

-Complete Charisma and Comedy skill

-Complete Friend of the World aspiration

-Get to level 10 of Internet Personality Branch of Social Media Career - Internet Superstar (entertainer career if you don’t have CL)

-Have three children

Generation Three: Venus

As a young adult, you felt like you needed to find love. You just wanted someone to be with to enjoy the moment you had with them, even if it was a one night stand. After a while, you got tired of the same old thing over and over again. You want the real thing now, but you’re also starting to run out of money. Looking for true love with a whole ton of ex’s is going to be a lot harder than you thought.

Traits: Romantic, Materialistic, Lazy

Career: None

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

-Inherit most money from family

-Complete Baking skill (mixology if you don’t have GTW)

-Have two boyfriends as a teen

-Complete Serial Romantic aspiration

-Be a Retail Employee as a teen but quit after three days

-Have 8 failed relationships as a YA (none will be your ‘true love’)

-Marry a childhood friend

-Go on a date with your husband/wife every friday night

-Never get a job as a YA-Elder

Generation Four: Earth

As a child, you always loved the outdoors. You loved to play, go to parks, and look at plants. When you were alone, plants were the thing that kept you company. It might sound weird to other people, but it sure wasn’t to you! You started to see that people wouldn’t protect your plants or the nature around them. This pushed you to be a confident politician that fights for plants!

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Self-Assured, Vegetarian

Career: Politician

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

-Complete Mental skill as a child

-Get a part-time job as a Manual Laborer as a teen

-Complete Freelance Botanist Aspiration

-Get to at least level 5 of Politician Career but complete career if you can (writing career if you don’t have CL)

-Marry someone with Loves Outdoors trait

-Volunteer at a Beach Cleanup every week.

-Complete Fossil collection

-Complete Gardening skill and get Fishing skill to at least level 2

-Grow a cowplant

Generation Five: Moon

when you were little, you aspired to be like your mother, dedicated to what she loved. But this time its different. your mom wanted you to be ‘down to earth’ but you couldn’t get you head out of the clouds. You’d spend hours and hours in your room dreaming about space. Going to another planet was your only goal in life. When you become a young adult, the first thing you do is get a job in the scientist career to achieve your goal. Working and working and working, you never thought about love. It never was appealing to you anyway. Suddenly, you meet someone at work and they sweep you off your feet. After going to Sixam, you want to be with them.

Traits: Unflirty, Genius, Loner

Career: Scientist (astronaut career if you don’t have GTW)

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

-Complete Mental skill as a child

-Complete Handiness/Woodworking (if you do not have gtw) and Rocket Science skill and get at least level 5 of Logic skill

-Build a Rocket and go to Sixam (Go to Forgotten Grotto if you don’t have GTW)

-Marry a co worker

-Have 2 best friends (can be relatives)

Generation Six: Mars

As a child, you never really had the time to be with your parents, so since they weren’t around, you decided to be mischievous to get their attention. As a teen, you brought over new romance interests every once in awhile to see if they would pay attention to that, but it never really worked. You grew angry at them and ran away on your birthday turning into a young adult without telling them. A job opened up at a criminal service, and you decided to take it to the next level. Mischief and bringing new love interests to your apartment was the only thing that kept you happy and keep the thought of your parents away from your head. One day you woke up feeling sick, and took a pregnancy test. You were pregnant but didn’t know who the father was, so you kept the baby for yourself.

Traits: Active, Noncommittal, and Hot-Headed

Career: Criminal

Aspiration: Public Enemy

-Move out as soon as you age up into a young adult and lose contact with parents

-Never get married and live alone as a young adult

-As an adult, move in with a sibling

-Make at least 5 enemies

-Have 5 boyfriends/girlfriends in your lifetime (don’t have them last long)

-Accidentally get pregnant (only once)

-Complete Public Enemy Aspiration

-Get to level 10 of the Boss Branch of Criminal Career - The Boss

Generation Seven: Jupiter

Your mother was a criminal, and was very good at doing bad things. Being a kid, your mother taught you bad manners, morals, etc. Growing up, you saw how your mother treated people and it started to make you feel bad for everyone being treated terribly by criminals. You wanted justice… more so, revenge on all those criminals, including you mother, and wanted to be good. Before being able to move out, you had a huge fight with you mother about what she was doing and asking her to realize what she’s done to people. You still didn’t want to lose connection with her like she did with your grandparents, but as soon as you became a young adult, you joined the detective career. As your mother grows older, you help her become a better person since you want to forgive her, but all the other criminals out there need to be arrested. Now. Once you have children, you make it your duty to make sure they don’t grow up to be like your own mother.

Traits: Goofball, Good, Perfectionist

Career: Detective

Aspiration: Super Parent

-Make one enemy as a child

-Get in a big argument with mom as a teen

-Move out when you become a young adult but still keep contact with parents

-Complete Super Parent aspiration (Successful Lineage if you don’t have Parenthood)

-Get to level 10 of Detective Career - Chief (secret agent career if you don’t have GTW)

-Master Parenting skill

-Invite family (mom/dad, aunt, uncle, cousins, etc.) for a dinner party once a week

Generation Eight: Saturn

Your mother taught you correctly, maybe too correctly. You didn’t get jokes that she told you, even though that’s all she talked to you about. You take things very seriously, especially your food. Cooking was your job in the family ever since you were a child and you loved it. Growing up, you wanted to be an amazing chef and maybe own your own restaurant. When it was time to move out, you still loved to cook, so you decided to get some work experience as a chef for another restaurant. After gaining some experience, you finally opened up you own.

Traits: Clumsy, Foodie, Neat

Career: Culinary, eventually own a restaurant.

Aspiration: Master Chef

-Do all the cooking and chores in the house as a teen

-Get A’s in school

-Master Cooking skill

-Get to at least level 5 of Baking skill

-Complete Master Chef aspiration

-Start off in the culinary career (until level 5), then quit and own your own restaurant (continue working if you do not own dine out)

Generation Nine: Uranus

Your parents were out working in the restaurant while you would stay home. You did very good in school, but you loved video games and parties. Gaming all day, and partying all night! You love to show off your moves to others, and that includes your gaming movies too! You win almost every gaming tournament and are the life of the party.

Traits: Geek, Childish, Dance Machine

Career: Tech Guru

Aspiration: Party Animal

-Get B’s or A’s in school

-Join a dancing club

-Master Gaming and Dancing skill

-Complete Party Animal Aspiration

-Get to level 10 of eSport Gamer Branch of Tech Guru Career - Champion Gamer

-Make at least 10 friends

-Meet up with your club at least once a week

-Win 3 gaming tournaments

-Always go to Geekcon (if you have CL)

Generation Ten: Neptune

Your mother liked to party and dance, while you liked to sing and draw. You had a strong relationship with her, but didn’t have many good love relationships. Singing was what attracted everyone to you and you didn’t really liked the attention, but dealt with it anyway. You also had a secret passion for art, but didn’t tell anyone but your best friend and mother. Singing and art were your favorite things to do, and you didn’t want to do anything else.

Traits: Art Lover, Creative, Hates Children

Career: Entertainer

Aspiration: Musical Genius

-Complete Musical Genius aspiration

-Get to level 10 of Musician Branch of Entertainer Career - Concert Virtuoso

-Master Painting and Singing skill

-Perform on streets every week (If you have CL)

-Marry the love of your life as an adult

-Have one best friend and a good relationship with parents

-Have no children

If there are any problems with the legacy, message any of the creators. We haven’t played this, so if there are changes to the legacy that will make it better then we will tell you. Happy Simming!

#sims #sims 4 #ts4 #Legacy #challenge #SimChallenge #astrologylegacy #new #s4challenge

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How To Use The Law of Attraction | How to Attract a Specific Person!

How to Be Attractive!

How to Attract a Specific Person Using the Law of Attraction for Love To manifest a specific person, the Law of Attraction for Love works by focusing on you. It isn’t about the other person. It’s about you.

Sometimes this can be the hardest part of the Law of Attraction to grasp because when there’s a person we love or are attracted to, he/she is all we can think about. We think the solution is in using the Law of Attraction to get the person to love us or notice us. But the Law of Attraction is about you – your thoughts, your feelings, and your vibration.

So how do you focus on yourself so that the Law of Attraction can bring you a specific person?

Great Ways to Attract a Specific Person Manifesting a relationship with someone is easier than you might think. Once you get past any feelings of loneliness, heartache, or any limiting beliefs, the process is quite simple and fast. I’ll outline it here and go into detail below so it all makes sense.

Be confident in yourself Focus on the positive Love without fear of getting hurt Have fun See the positive Appreciate the contrast Be willing to let the other person go – a key step that isn’t what you think!

What Does All of That Mean? Be confident in yourself. Realize the great person that you are and that it doesn’t matter what others think about you. You don’t have to make someone else like you or love you because you already love yourself. Self-confidence is irresistible and will attract people to you.

Focus on the positive. Let go of all your negative thoughts….such as “it’s hard to find anyone,” “why don’t they see how good I am,” and “no one will ever love me.” You have a lot of great qualities that make you so worthy of anyone’s love and attention. Others do notice you and appreciate you. There is love all around you. Let it in. When you let it in and focus on the positive, you change your vibration and open a door for the Law of Attraction for love to bring you your specific person.

Love without fear of getting hurt. The scariest thing about love is opening yourself up to it. When you open yourself, there’s a chance you might get hurt. If you’re afraid of getting hurt, you might unconsciously be preventing someone from getting as close to you as you want. Be willing to take the risk and fully open yourself to love. You will manifest the love you want.

Have fun. People are most attracted to smiles and laughter. When you’re having a good time, others notice and want to be with you. So do the things that make you happy…whether it’s watching a funny movie or going to your favorite park to eat lunch. Enjoy your life. The more fun and joy you have, the faster you can attract a specific person.

See the positive. Focus on the good things about the specific person you want the Law of Attraction to bring you. Look for something to appreciate. This can be tough if there are negative feelings between the two of you, and you might only be able to find one thing in the beginning, but if you keep working at it, it will get easier. If you’re in a relationship with the person already, you should start to see his/her behavior change and things start improving between the two of you.

I appreciate the contrast. Be happy with what you have. Forget about the things that you are wanting. Once you can be happy at the moment, the things you want will start falling in place, including your love life.

Be willing to let the other person go. This is one of the hardest parts of the Law of Attraction for love when attracting a specific person. You know you want to be with him/her, but now you’re being told you need to be willing to lose them. Crazy, right?

But it’s only when you are okay with not being with them, that you open the path for the Law of Attraction to attract your specific person to you. Until you’re okay with not being with him/her, a part of you is resisting and making it impossible for you to have what you want. This means, according to the Law of Attraction, that until you’re okay with possibly losing him/her, it will be difficult for you to have the relationship you want with him/her. You have to be okay with not having him/her.

But whatever you decide to do, focus on doing what makes you happy. Don’t worry about how things are with your specific person all the time. Worry about yourself. Pamper yourself. Take care of yourself Let him/her see what they’re missing. The Law of Attraction will bring you the love you want.

How Men See Women, How Women See Men!

If you’re like most women, it’s a LOT. You spend all this time making yourself look sexy and attractive.

All this time presenting yourself as fun, interesting, worldly, and not needy in the slightest. You spend all this time showing him just how good you’d be for him… How amazing his future would be if he chose you as the woman by his side…

And it doesn’t work. It never works. WHY? Why do you work so hard… And the guy in your life just takes you for granted, if he even notices you at all? It’s probably because he’s immature, right? He can’t recognize a good thing until it’s gone. Or maybe… It’s because you’ve been doing all the work for him.

If He Doesn’t Work for Your Relationship, He Won’t Value It Fact:

What men value most are those things they have to work hard to get. Hand a man a college diploma, and he won’t value it as much as if he’d had to put in years of study and effort to earn it.

Hand a man the perfect girlfriend, and he won’t value her as much as if he’d had to woo her for weeks just to get her to go out with him. This is why playing hard to get works.

Relationship Goals

How To Get Ex Back

But, as you’ve probably already noticed… There’s a BIG problem with playing hard to get. That strategy stops working once he’s actually got you.

Something happens when guys decide they’ve won you. It’s almost like they think, “Game over.” Their minds are already on their next challenge. What is going on?!

And how can you stop it from wrecking your relationship?

It’s Not Just You—ALL Women Experience This (That’s Why They Ask for Help) Many women give up on love. They never let themselves get too close to a man, for fear of scaring him off. But other women try a different approach. They get help. Relationship coach James Bauer is one of the people they turn to.

He noticed that many clients were coming to him, complaining about guys who were blowing hot and cold. Everything would be going great, and then it was like… Something would change overnight. A guy who’d been warm, affectionate and interested would suddenly become distant. He’d no longer have any time for her. He wouldn’t smile in greeting. He’d stop making eye contact. His kisses were brusque. Wanting to help his clients, James investigated. And what he discovered made sense of everything. He knew why these men were backing away. He knew what they needed … and what they weren’t getting. It didn’t come down to anything wrong with these women. Rather, it all came down to something he called “The Hero Instinct.”

How to Attract Men

How To Get Ex Back

Most Women Do Something that Drives Men Away… Without Ever Realizing It

One of the most wonderful things about women is how naturally caring they are. Look at you. You’re always there for your guy. You look after him. You always make time for him. You’d do anything for him.

You never realize that, in the process… You’re actually taking something away from him. You’re taking away his purpose.

You see, he wants to be your hero. He doesn’t want you to be his hero. Men love heroes. Look at how many grown men are still fascinated by Marvel comics and superhero movies.

Every man on Earth, from the time he was a boy, dreamed of growing up to be the kind of hero who would save the world—and get the girl at the same time.

Most men don’t get to indulge their world-saving side in their 9-5 jobs. Circumstances don’t call for them to rip off their corporate ties and spring into action, revealing their superman side.

Maybe they can’t save the world. But they can still get the girl.

Getting the girl is a worthy challenge for an ordinary guy with the heart of a superhero. It takes superhuman confidence. Superhuman charm. Superhuman immunity to pain. Now, all he needs to find is…

You’re strong. You’re independent. You can fix a leaky faucet. You can drive a stick shift. You can take care of yourself.

You’re never going to make that Jerry Maguire mistake of looking for a man to complete you.

Instead, you have a lot to offer a man. You’re generous. Kind. Loving. Giving to a fault. All you want is to find a man who’s willing to receive all you have to give.

And that’s why heroes aren’t showing up in your life. That’s why you’ve ended up with so many takers instead.

Guys who take everything you have and leave you high and dry. If you want a hero.

How to Attract Men

3 Ways You Can Invite a Hero into Your Life, Starting Today:

1. Ask a guy for help..

Ask him for advice on buying a new computer. Ask him to listen to that weird rattling sound that’s started up in your car. Ask him to reach something on the top shelf. Then thank him warmly, with a great big smile of appreciation. No, that doesn’t make you needy. It makes you a woman with space for a man in her life.

2. Take pleasure in male company..

Guys love women who appreciate men for just being men. So what if his apartment is a shrine to sports? So what if he spends hours on his fantasy football team? So what if his idea of a clean shirt is the one with the fewest wrinkles? He’s a guy. It’s okay. You don’t need him to be more like you, because you’ve got the feminine side of the gender equation covered.

3. Let him earn your respect..

Superheroes love challenges. They don’t want to be given a gold medal just for showing up. They don’t want your love handed to them on a plate. They want to earn it. There’s one thing they crave even more than a woman’s eternal enduring love: A challenge. So give him opportunities to prove himself. You don’t have to do the work of winning him over. Sit back, relax, and allow him the pleasure of winning your admiration.\

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tropiccoconut · 7 years ago

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Astrology Legacy Challenge!

Finally this is going up!! I don’t think you all know how EXCITED I am to be starting this! This legacy was made by @leaflysims, @spicymoodlet, and @tropiccoconut. They’re all awesome people and you should check them out

General Rules:

Generation One: Sun

Traits: Snob, Creative, Materialistic

Career: Critic

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

-Get to level 10 of Art Critic Branch of the Critic career - Grand Steward of the Arts (business career if you don’t have CL)

-Complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration

-Get engaged as a Young Adult and marry as an Adult

-Complete Logic skill

-Have a big house by the end of the generation (start with something small and grow)

-Never run out of money

-Always pay bills on time

-Have 2 children

Generation Two: Mercury

Traits: Outgoing, Insider, Gloomy

Career: Social Media

Aspiration: Friend of the World

-Be very lonely as a kid

-Make 8 good friends as a child

-Complete Social skill as a child

-As a teen, break curfew often

-Complete Charisma and Comedy skill

-Complete Friend of the World aspiration

-Get to level 10 of Internet Personality Branch of Social Media Career - Internet Superstar (entertainer career if you don’t have CL)

-Have three children

Generation Three: Venus

Traits: Romantic, Materialistic, Lazy

Career: None

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

-Inherit most money from family

-Complete Baking skill (mixology if you don’t have GTW)

-Have two boyfriends as a teen

-Complete Serial Romantic aspiration

-Be a Retail Employee as a teen but quit after three days

-Have 8 failed relationships as a YA (none will be your ‘true love’)

-Marry a childhood friend

-Go on a date with your husband/wife every friday night

-Never get a job as a YA-Elder

Generation Four: Earth

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Self-Assured, Vegetarian

Career: Politician

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

-Complete Mental skill as a child

-Get a part-time job as a Manual Laborer as a teen

-Complete Freelance Botanist Aspiration

-Get to at least level 5 of Politician Career but complete career if you can (writing career if you don’t have CL)

-Marry someone with Loves Outdoors trait

-Volunteer at a Beach Cleanup every week.

-Complete Fossil collection

-Complete Gardening skill and get Fishing skill to at least level 2

-Grow a cowplant

Generation Five: Moon

Traits: Unflirty, Genius, Loner

Career: Scientist (astronaut career if you don’t have GTW)

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

-Complete Mental skill as a child

-Complete Handiness/Woodworking and Rocket Science skill and get at least level 5 of Logic skill

-Build a Rocket and go to Sixam (Go to Forgotten Grotto if you don’t have GTW)

-Marry a co worker

-Have 2 best friends (can be relatives)

Generation Six: Mars

Traits: Active, Noncommittal, and Hot-Headed

Career: Criminal

Aspiration: Public Enemy

-Move out as soon as you age up into a young adult and lose contact with parents

-Never get married and live alone

-Make at least 5 enemies

-Have 5 boyfriends/girlfriends in your lifetime (don’t have them last long)

-Accidentally get pregnant (only once)

-Complete Public Enemy Aspiration

-Get to level 10 of the Boss Branch of Criminal Career - The Boss

-Live with your sibling and their family

Generation Seven: Jupiter

Traits: Goofball, Good, Perfectionist

Career: Detective

Aspiration: Super Parent

-Make one enemy as a child

-Get in a big argument with mom as a teen

-Move out when you become a young adult but still keep contact with parents

-Complete Super Parent aspiration (Successful Lineage if you don’t have Parenthood)

-Get to level 10 of Detective Career - Chief (secret agent career if you don’t have GTW)

-Master Parenting skill

-Invite family (mom/dad, aunt, uncle, cousins, etc.) for a dinner party once a week

Generation Eight: Saturn

Traits: Clumsy, Foodie, Neat

Career: Culinary, eventually own a restaurant.

Aspiration: Master Chef

-Do all the cooking and chores in the house as a teen

-Get A’s in school

-Master Cooking skill

-Get to at least level 5 of Baking skill

-Complete Master Chef aspiration

-Start off in the culinary career (until level 5), then quit and own your own restaurant

Generation Nine: Uranus

Traits: Geek, Childish, Dance Machine

Career: Tech Guru

Aspiration: Party Animal

-Get B’s or A’s in school

-Join a dancing club

-Master Gaming and Dancing skill

-Complete Party Animal Aspiration

-Get to level 10 of eSport Gamer Branch of Tech Guru Career - Champion Gamer

-Make at least 10 friends

-Meet up with your club at least once a week

-Win 3 gaming tournaments

-Always go to Geekcon (if you have CL)

Generation Ten: Neptune

Traits: Art Lover, Creative, Hates Children

Career: Entertainer

Aspiration: Musical Genius

-Complete Musical Genius aspiration

-Get to level 10 of Musician Branch of Entertainer Career - Concert Virtuoso

-Master Painting and Singing skill

-Perform on streets every week (If you have CL)

-Marry the love of your life as an adult

-Have one best friend and a good relationship with parents

-Have no children

If there are any problems with the legacy, message any of the creators. We haven’t played this, so if there are changes to the legacy that will make it better then we will tell you. Happy Simming!

#ts #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #new legacy #astrology legacy challenge!!

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