#got a sim who was sitting and talking to someone and i had them ask that sim to duel - spellcasters ya know

[vivalasthedas]

nothing will make you realize how broken, and how bad, the sims 4 gameplay is quicker than trying to play the sims 4 without mods.

[thelostconsultant]

Not a gold digger

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

summary: Fans think you only want Max's money. But as it turns out, you were wealthy before he came into your life--you just don't make it obvious.

warnings: No smut, but there's a part that makes me say MDNI.

note: So... I'm kinda back? Idk, I'll see if I'll stick around.

The toxicity of the fandom was becoming quite entertaining, really. It was the third time since you and Max had made your relationship public half a year ago that someone started an anti gold digger campaign to protect your boyfriend. They truly believed they were doing this for a greater good, and they all begged Max for his attention.

It always began after they sniffed out he had given you something expensive as a gift or took you shopping to a luxury boutique. While there were some people who tried to protect you by pointing out that maybe he enjoyed showering you with gifts, the rest didn't care about that. 

You lived in a small apartment back home, you were driving a five years old Renault SUV, and no one knew what you did for a living. This was enough to enrage them and make them believe all you wanted was Max's money at the end of the day. Just think about the way she's looking at him, one of them wrote about two months ago, she's so clearly not in love with him. Poor Max, someone please save him. 

Ridiculous.

“Is everything okay?” he asked when he got home and kissed the top of your head. 

You were sitting in his sim rig, using the time while it was free to practice, because you wanted to play with him when you weren't here together, and he was more than happy to show you the basics. “Someone started another campaign to cancel me,” you replied casually as you got out with his help. 

Even when you were standing in front of him, he didn't let go of your hand, instead he raised it to his lips to place a soft kiss on its back. “Gold digging?” You nodded with a sad look on your face, but less than five seconds later you were both laughing. “Look, I know you're having way too much fun with this, but–”

Without waiting for him to finish, you raised your hand to make him stop. “I'm not stepping out of the shadows, Max. I've been hiding for years, even fucking Forbes doesn't know my real name or face,” you told him.

Back in the old days, when Bitcoin appeared, your geeky uncle had gotten into mining and trading it. He knew the potential, so he put most of his savings into buying them, then he held onto them, and by the time he got sick years later, he knew they were valuable and would be worth a lot more in the upcoming years. In his will, he left his savings and his wallet to you, giving you the chance to use them as you wished since you had learned everything about crypto from him.

So now you had Bitcoin as well as old fashioned investments, and you had used your money to help out an up-and-coming tech company for a forty percent share, and it was later sold to a tech giant for a lot of money. But despite your wealth, you chose to stay under the radar, because you loved your small apartment, and you weren't about to trade it for some fancy penthouse. 

You had met Max the year before in Las Vegas. F1 was a sport you watched with your uncle while he was still alive, and you were hell-bent on getting a VIP pass for the weekend. If you asked your boyfriend, he would say it was love at first sight, but in reality he was just annoyed by you. For a solid ten seconds, he would correct you every time you talked about it.

You agreed that you would hide in Max's apartment until this latest campaign died down, which gave you some time to spend together in peace. Every now and then you checked the tags to see how things were going, and after the silence of the past few days, today your name was trending again. Ready to have a good laugh, you opened the tag, but the most popular post gave you a minor stroke.

“Oh, fuck me,” you yelled as you launched your phone into the couch.

Max pulled the headset down to his neck as he looked over at you. “Is everything okay?” You raised your finger to your lips as if you wanted him to stay quiet, but luckily he got the message. “I'm muted. So?”

You grabbed your phone and went over to him. “They know. One of those idiots from the company I helped back in the day posted a tweet to protect me, saying that if it wasn't for me being an angel investor, they wouldn't be millionaires now,” you summarized as you gave him the device.

He scrolled through a series of tweets, and found a post from a journalist of Forbes in which he promised a proper investigative piece based on this info. He handed you the phone, then wrapped an arm around your waist. “It's okay, schatje. I know that's not what you wanted, but maybe they'll stop with the recurring hate campaign now,” he tried. “And if you’re worried about the article… Don’t be. There is nothing compromising about you. Yes, you inherited the money, but you have proven you know what to do with it.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you admitted with a sigh. 

“I’m usually right. C’mere,” he said as he reached out to pull you closer, but you glanced over at the camera. Rolling his eyes, he quickly turned it off, then gave you an expectant look. “Will you hug me now? And I want a kiss too.”

With a laugh, you leaned down to wrap your arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. But he wanted more, his hand slowly sneaked under your shorts, his fingers running over your clothed cunt before he decided to pull your panties aside and dip a finger between your folds. You moaned into the kiss, but he pulled away a second later to lick his finger clean. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you patted his shoulder and walked back to the couch. You could feel Max’s eyes on you the whole time, and when you looked at him again, he flashed a devilish smile at you. “I should quit the stream. Now that I had a taste, I want more,” he told you. 

“I’m not going anywhere, just try to be patient.”

He looked back at the screen, then put the headset back on his head and unmuted his mic. “Sorry, I have to go. See you next time,” he told the others, then logged out. You couldn’t remember the last time he left the sim rig this fast, and only a few seconds later he was kneeling in front of you, eagerly reaching up to pull your shorts off you.

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f1gossips: Breaking news! Turns out Max Verstappen's girlfriend isn't a gold digger after all as she has her own fortune according to the investigative article published by Forbes. Will the fans apologize?

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user2: And here I was, thinking she's just a greedy airhead...

user3: Easy to be wealthy with your uncle's money.

↳ user4: Have you read the whole thing? She invested the money and helped out several startups--that later became pretty successful--as an angel investor. Yes, maybe she inherited a lot of money, but she knows what to do with it.

↳ user5: May I remind you how many F1 drivers started their careers with their families's money?

user6: Told you she wasn't a gold digger. Suck it, haters.

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maxverstappen1: If you don't buy your girlfriend gifts every once in a while, you're a bad boyfriend. I love to spoil her, it's not a crime. I love her, I'm proud of her, and you can send us as much hate as you want, it will only make us stronger.

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yourusername: I'd be perfectly fine without the gifts, I already told you.

↳ maxverstappen1: I don't care.

landonorris: You're absolutely right!

↳ maxverstappen1: You're single, how would you know?

↳ landonorris: Just FYI, I've been in relationships before.

danielricciardo: You're so disgustingly smitten with her. (I love you both.)

[willowsnook]

Hello, 👋 Can I please order:

Gin, Lime, Wine glass.

Please and thank you.

lando norris x fewtrell!reader

Watch your fucking mouth

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Your brother truly believed that you were put on earth to make his life a living hell, and maybe he was right. He didn't understand what happened. How did you go from his sweet, innocent sister who would never do anything out of line to someone attracting the attention of every male in her vicinity, someone partying every weekend, and someone he had to bail out of jail.

In your defense...that bitch started it.

While he was confused by how much you had changed in college, you weren't. You had spent your whole life being Max Fewtrell's cute little sister. It gets cold in the shadows. When you went to college in the US, it was like a whole new world was opened. People didn't know who your brother was and if they did they didn't care. You became the star.

Now that you were back in the UK your brother got to witness the new you in person and it was driving him crazy. It was also driving his best friend, Lando, crazy. You had been head over heels for Lando while you were growing up and he had never given you the time of day. So you'd spent the first couple of months back torturing him. Tight, short outfits for whenever you knew you were going to be around him, always accidentally touching him whether it be a hand on his arm or squeezing in front of him to get by, and flirting with literally any man while you were out in front of both of them.

You'd seen how his eyes followed you around the room, how he stiffened at your touch, and the glaring at all the guys. But he couldn't do anything about any of that and you both knew it leaving him frustrated.

Today you were all headed to hang out on Charles's yacht, to celebrate his girlfriend Alex's birthday. You wore the skimpiest bikini you owned which immediately caused your brother to drag you off when you arrived.

"What on earth are you wearing?" He seethed and you gave him a sweet smile.

"I'm trying to get a tan Maxey," you said and he huffed.

"You might as well be naked," he said.

"Don't give me any ideas," you replied before slipping out of his grip and walking onto the boat. You gave Alex a big hug wishing her a happy birthday and the two of you went off to find drinks while catching up.

Walking back onto the main deck you smirked as you watched Lando start to stutter talking to Charles when he saw you. Following Alex over to the boys, you watched as his eyes never left your body and smirked.

"I think we're going to lay out for a bit," she told Charles, leaning in to give him a kiss.

"Can you help me put sunscreen on?" You asked Lando and he slowly nodded. You laid your stuff down on a chair and pulled out the lotion. Squirting a bit on your hands you worked on the front part of your body while Lando grabbed the sunscreen for your back. His hands were soft and diligent on your back and he remained silent. When he finished your lower back he hesitated.

"I don't want to burn my ass Lando," you said. He glanced over at your brother who was glaring daggers at him from across the deck.

"You're going to get me in trouble," he muttered before massaging the lotion into your ass and down your legs. "All done."

A little later you were all sitting around a table for a light dinner. Lando was sitting in between you and Alex with Max and Charles sitting across from you guys. Using this to your advantage you spent a lot of time leaning over Lando to talk to Alex, giving him a nice view of your chest. The third time you did it he laid his hand on your thigh, squeezing it hard. He didn't move it, even when you moved back and you knew you had him just where you wanted him.

Most of the day's attendees left after dinner and the five of you were left lounging around a fire pit, enjoying the night sky. Max and Charles were in a deep conversation about some sim racing streamer leaving Lando to eavesdrop on you and Alex.

"Are you still seeing that guy you met in Ibiza?" Alex asked and you shook your head.

"No, he was boring," you said. "You'll never guess who slid into my DMs the other day though."

Lando's head snapped towards yours as he heard you and Alex gave him a knowing look.

"Who?" She asked.

"Jack Hughes," you told her. "He's a hockey player in the US. And let me tell you, that man is fine."

You showed Alex a picture of him and she agreed.

"What should I message him back?" You asked an idea already forming as you saw Lando clenching his hands into fists. "Maybe I'll just straight up send him a nude, really set the tone."

Alex laughed catching on, especially when Lando abruptly stood up.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked you, trying to keep his composure. You winked at Alex before following him inside the boat until he stopped.

"What are you getting at?" He said, anger simmering off of him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," You replied, giving him doe eyes.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said. "Spending all day looking like that, touching me, and riling me up."

"And what are you doing about it?" You asked pretending to think. "Oh right, nothing."

"We both know I can't," he said stepping towards you, starting to lose his cool.

"Then don't say a word when I'm fucking a hockey player who can," you said.

"Watch your fucking mouth," he seethed coming within an inch of your face.

"Or what?"

Back hitting the wall behind you, his lips were on yours in an instant. Gasping at the sudden aggression his tongue slid into your mouth as his hand came up to your throat holding you in place. You dragged your hand down his abs landing on the hard bulge causing him moan into you.

Smirking you pushed him off and moved towards a bedroom, him hot on your heels. He climbed on top of you on the bed bringing his lips to your neck sucking hard. You had your fingers tangled in his hair as your head was thrown back on the pillows while he continued.

"Teasing me all summer hmm," he said looking you in the eye. "Just begging me to fuck you. What happened to sweet little innocent y/n?"

You flipped him over, straddling him and grinding down on his bulge.

"She's dead," you replied and brought your mouth down to his chest nipping at his chest hard making him groan out. He had just started untie your bikini top when someone knocked on the door causing you both to freeze.

"You had better not be in there with my sister Lando I swear to god," you heard your brother Max yell and you looked down at Lando who had gone pale.

"Your move."

[giuseppe-yuki]

I just had a stupid thought, just imagine somwone maybe new at Mercedes was bitching at kimi and hia huge tiger girlfriend sitting behind them just waiting for them to finsih and everyone around them snickering

no thought is a stupid thought! i love to receive asks from readers :)

lord help the soul who thinks he’s “better” than kimi just because he’s older and has more “experience” in the field of racing.

kimi antonelli x tiger shapeshifter!gf

kimi nods, trying to be be polite as the man in front of him elaborates on his skill and practice on the sim brig.

“…since i was literally a baby,” the engineer points out, exaggeratedly gesturing with his arms. “that’s why i know for a fact that you should not be turning like that on turn 4- you should take the outside line.”

scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, kimi blinks at the man in confusedly. “um…okay.”

your boyfriend swivels around on his chair in the garage, trying to end the conversation. however, being too polite to just walk away, he has no choice but to sit there, enduring the ‘words of wisdom’ from this newly hired engineer that everybody knew gave out the most bullshit advice. several long-term engineers shoot him looks of pity at their desks after seeing him trapped in the impractical conversation.

that’s why he brightens up like the sun peeking out behind a cloud when you flounce into the garage in the following moments, pressing a kiss onto his cheek when you reach him.

“hi kimi,” you giggle, ruffling his curls with your hand. “working hard?”

he smiles at you, nodding. “yep! i’m designing mercedes’ next championship winning car,” he jokes.

you laugh, before a voice behind you speaks up. “do you mind? i was just giving him tips on how to drive better out there. it’s simple, really.”

whipping around, you come face to face with a rather young looking lad, who you suppose to be the infamous new-hire that everyone despises.

“oh, sorry,” you say, not feeling sorry at all. “did i cut you off from your conversation with kimi?”

“yeah,” the engineer says, with an air of confidence around him. “i was informing him on the many things he should do better on next time on track. i’ll have you know i have years of experience.”

the gall of this man, you think. that’s no way to talk to my boyfriend.

and when you thought the engineer could be even more repulsive, he opens his mouth yet again.

“by the way, i don’t know how you even got in the garage, but fans are supposed to stay in the paddock,” he sniffs, as if repulsed by the thought of a random kimi enthusiast in the mercedes garage.

even the nearby merc employees raise an eyebrow to the overly-cocky engineer’s comment. it was pretty much common knowledge of your position as kimi’s girlfriend in the paddock, showing up to nearly every event to support him. besides, you literally just gave your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek- a fan couldn’t have possibly done that.

your boyfriend jumps off of his seat, ready to defend you.

“hey! this is my-“ he begins, but you cut him off, squeezing his arm gently.

“really?” you gasp, eyes wide with faux surprise. “i am so sorry! i just wanted a signature from kimi- i had no idea!”

giving you a look of disgust, the engineer gestures behind him towards the exit. “yeah, yeah, dumb mistake, whatever,- just go that way, and make sure to read the signs next time.”

ignoring kimi’s look of surprise and the snickers of knowing engineers, you take your leave from the garage. behind you, you hear the engineer snort. “eugh, fans these days…always so overeager to meet their idols, am i right?”

yeah, someone should really stop you before you bit his head off.

you pad back into the garage several minutes later, in your tiger form. you had to teach this stupid guy a lesson. gingerly stepping around tires and spare parts, you weave your way through groups of merc employees and engineers. of course, being used to your presence, they give you a few pets on your head.

you hear the engineer’s voice before you see him.

“i also want to say, your tyre management is- how do i put this nicely- horrible.”

turning the corner, you spot a miserable looking kimi picking at his fingernails as he half-listens to the arrogant man in front of him.

at the sight of your aggressive figure- a total 180 from your usual shyer demeanor, the employees surveying the scene start to quietly snicker again.

hearing the laughs, the engineers mistakenly believes that they are laughing with him instead of at him.

“see, even they agree with me,” he chuckles at kimi. “you really should be working on managing your tires on track.”

unable to take it anymore, you sprint towards kimi, purposely nudging the engineer’s chair, knocking it off balance by a little. you nudge your large head underneath kimi’s hand, demanding pets.

the egotistic engineer yelps, almost falling off the tall stool. somehow being the only one not having seen kimi’s ’pet tiger’ before, he stutters out, “a-a-a- tiger!” before fleeing to the opposite of the garage.

you growl at him, purposely flashing your sharp canines at him. it makes you feel smug when he shrinks back even more, cowering behind a spare tire.

kimi rolls his eyes at the man’s extreme reaction. “maybe,” he says pointedly to the engineer while stroking your fur, “instead of you giving me pointers on how to do my literal job, i should be giving you pointers how to control your emotions. like, what are you so scared of? it’s just a tiger!”

when you roar again at the engineer to emphasize kimi’s point, you are pretty sure the engineer nearly pees himself.

[seoktized]

coulomb’s law (s.jy + s.mt)

working on a science project with two jocks wasn’t the worst thing ever.. even if you all got locked in a room together.

word count: 3.1k (unedited 😀)

genre: college au, smut

warnings: fingering, creampie, tit play, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex. literally just smut idk what to tell u 😭

a/n: LOWKKKey self indulgent bc AWRF i love matthew and jake. finally back writing yayy!!! first long fic too omgomg pls tell me if u like, it means a lot!

you always had a like for all things science, so when you heard you’d be completing a science project you were ecstatic.

‘this would be easy’ you told yourself.

you believed that until you were paired with seok matthew and jake sim who happened to be your former crushes and star football players for your college.

the two of them knew they were stars. matthew and jake didn’t care about doing school work, often paying another student with daddy’s money.

the two were untouchable. because who would bench their best players? especially when they’re so close to making it to the championship?

when your professor announced your name along with the two boys’ you quickly realized easy was an understatement.

after everyone was given their partners, your professor dismissed class in order for everyone to get started on the project.

you stood up and collected your things, mentally preparing yourself to hear either boy to scoff and tell you do the project yourself.

you made your way down the aisle to the area matthew and jake were sitting in, the two of them were engaged in a conversation

‘they probably didn’t hear what the professor even said’ you thought.

your suspicions were confirmed when jake looked up at you with a puzzled look on his face. the three of you rarely crossed paths, so he had the right to be confused.

matthew saw jake’s expression and followed his eyes. the two boys staring at you made chills run down your arms, you could sense the judgment in their eyes.

“are you just going to stand there or…” matthew asked, an awkward expression was present across his face.

“right, um, we were assigned as a group for the science project.” you had a tight grip on your books, the way jakes eyes scanned your figure made you feel small.

“science project?” matthew looked over to jake who shrug his shoulders, “what science project?”

you rolled your eyes, “the professor was literally talking about it the whole time.”

jake chuckled, “all i heard was blah blah blah.” matthew laughed at jakes words.

“well, it’s due in two weeks so i’d like to get started,” you reached into your pocket to grab your phone.

“give me your numbers so we can arrange time to work on it.” you stuck your phone out in their direction.

matthew’s eyebrows raised and jake had a smirk growing across his face.

“woah, asking for my number already? i don’t even know your name sweetheart.” jake teased.

you visibly cringed at jakes attempt at flirting, it was no surprise jake would try and fuck anything on legs. you swore to yourself you’d never give in his advances, or so you thought.

matthew grabbed your phone and typed in his name and number before handing it to jake to let him do the same. jake laughed a little as he was typing in his information. he handed the phone back and you saw a heart emoji next to his name.

you glanced up at him and he shot you a wink. quickly looking back down to your phone, you created a groupchat for the three of you. sending a ‘hi’ to make sure they were in the chat.

“anyways, i’ve gotta get going. i’ll text you guys later to work out the details.” you gave an awkward smile to which matthew responded with a wave.

“bye, doll.” jake grinned. after you turned you heard a hand collide with someone’s chest. you assumed that matthew smacked jake because of how desperate he seemed.

texting them was even harder. the boys barely replied. when one of them did respond, it was a short ‘can’t we have practice’

looking down at your phone, you read matthew’s text which was another excuse as to why they couldn’t join you.

sighing, you set your phone down and decided to start on the project on your own. you knew from the beginning it would be like this. you felt a bit silly for almost believing they’d try to work with you.

you were honestly glad they weren’t able to show up. the whole process would go by much faster without the two of them goofing off the whole time.

you pulled out your laptop and placed it on the table. glancing out the door of the small room you were in, you noticed the usually crowded library was empty. just you and the nice librarian who was busy tidying up her desk area.

opening your laptop you began to type away, looking at different sources to complete the research portion of the assignment. you were pulled away from your research by a buzz from your phone. flipping it over you saw a text from matthew.

matt: practice was canceled and we don’t have anything else to do

we’re coming to work on the project

y/n: okay. i’m in room 28

‘*they really wanna work on this project?*’ you thought. you shrugged your shoulders and continued to work as much as you could before they arrived.

minutes go by and you hear jake being obnoxiously loud. the librarian told him to be quiet and he said a small “sorry, sorry.”

matthew entered first, jake following behind like a lost puppy. jake shut the door behind him and the two walked over to you. jake slammed his backpack on the table a little too hard making you jump.

“shit- sorry,” he quickly apologized.

“so what do you want us to do?” matthew asked, pulling out a chair so he could sit down.

“well, i’ve started on the research part,” you turned your laptop around to the boys, showing them the progress you’ve made so far.

“so you guys could go through and start writing out the experiment we have to do. i’ll send it to you.”

the two nodded and brought out their own laptops. you quickly typed away on your computer, sending them the doc you were working on.

matthew was actually focused on working. jake on the other hand kept sighing as his short attention span was creating a problem for him.

“why the hell do you keep sighing?” matthew snipped, starting to get frustrated.

“i cant focus.” jake whined, his hands combing through his hair in frustration.

matthew rolled his eyes, “dude it’s only been 30 minutes.”

“actually, it’s been an hour. an hour of doing nothing!” jake exclaimed.

matthew shook his head in annoyance at jake. you felt your body start to ache from being slouched over for so long.

you stood up to stretch, “should we get snacks? there’s a vending machine around the corner.” you closed your laptop.

the two boys agreed and stood up to leave the room.

jake reached the door first and twisted the handle. it didn’t budge. he started to twist it more in panic until matthew pushed him out of the way to try himself.

the door was locked from the outside.

your eyes widened, realizing you were locked in a room with jake and matthew.

you pushed the two out of the way trying the handle as if you were stronger than the two of them. unlucky for you, the door did not open.

jake groaned and rubbed his face with his hands.

“ms. kim! can you come open the door?” you yelled out, hoping the librarian heard you.

seconds passed there was no answer. you let your forehead fall against the door, sighing in defeat.

“let me try again,” jake stepped up to the door, attempting to open it again. it didn’t work.

“i guess we’re stuck in here.” matthew shrugged.

you didn’t reply, instead you made your way back to where you were sitting. plopping down in the chair, you opened your laptop back up.

the two boys exchanged glances for a second. jake smirked and nodded at matthew. they returned to their seats as well.

“let’s play a game.” jake said.

his facial expression told you he was up to no good. but you didn’t want to bore yourself to death with work so, you agreed closing your computer once again.

“what game?” you asked.

“truth or dare” matthew smirked.

you pressed your lips into a line, nodding at matthew.

it could be fun. what could go wrong?

“alright jake first, truth or dare.” matthew asked.

“mm.. truth.” jake replied.

“you’re no fun. but hmm.. what’s your.. biggest turn on?” a wicked grin was on matthew’s face.

your eyes widened at matthew’s words. you quickly realized this wasn’t gonna be a fun game. jake chuckled at your expression before pretending to think.

“i don’t know.. probably… begging? something about a girl begging for my dick seems so sexy,” his words were laced with cockiness. matthew nodded and turned to you.

matthew’s gaze made chills run down your spine.

“truth or dare?” jake sat up, waiting to hear your answer.

“um, truth.” you quickly said. matthew shook his head.

“have you ever thought about fucking one of us?” matthew raised his eyebrows, both boys leaned in waiting for your answer. matthew was bold.

“n-no.” you lied. the two of them could see right through it though, nodding and continuing on with the game.

“matt! truth or dare?” jake exclaimed.

“dare.”

“ooh!” jake rubbed his hands together, you on the other hand was scared for what jake was going to say.

“i dare you to… makeout with her for 30 seconds.”

your wide eyes shifted from matthew over to jake, staring at him in bewilderment.

matthew turned to you, “is that okay?” you looked back over to him and paused for a second before slowly nodding.

“i need to hear you say it, love.” he purred.

“yes.. it’s okay” you squeaked.

matthew moved closer to you, turning his head to jake, “count for us.”

“alright, go.” matthew placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. quickly melting into the kiss, you let matthew slip his tongue into your mouth.

your own hands that were once in your lap had found their way to his hair. matthew was a good kisser causing you to almost go drunk on his lips.

“times up!” jake interrupted.

matthew pulled away and you chased his lips, wanting more.

“woah, doll, we gotta continue our game yeah?” he chuckled at your eagerness.

pouting, you leaned back into your chair.

“mkay jake, truth or dare?” matthew asked.

“mm i’ll go with dare now.”

“i dare you to play with y/n’s tits.” matthew’s eyes were glued to your chest watching as it moved up and down from your breathing.

jake shot up and moved around the table to where you were. feeling a little bold, you took off your own jacket and shirt. your white lacy bra on display for the two of them to see.

jakes eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. to your right, you heard matthew chuckle.

jakes hands made their way to the back of your bra, swiftly unclipping it. he slid your bra off slowly, his eyes never leaving your chest.

moving in closer, he stuck his tongue out, giving kitten licks to your hardened nipples.

even though it was something small, the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming. you were completely turned on from making out with matthew and this was the cherry on top.

you remember how you told yourself you wouldn’t let jake have you this vulnerable, but all those thoughts subsided the moment he latched onto your mound.

you bit your lip in an attempt to suppress the whimpers that threaten to slip from your mouth.

jake was basically making out with your chest at this point, one of his hands was fondling with the one he didn’t have in his mouth.

you let your head tilt back before you heard matthew’s voice ring through your ears

“time’s up!”

you lifted your head up, looking at matthew who was visibly hard and who obviously didn’t want the two of you to stop.

jake detached himself from your tit with a loud pop before sitting back in his own chair. his eyes were still glued to your chest.

“did you enjoy yourself?” matthew asked.

you nodded—not being able to speak— the two boys and their previous actions was the only thing on your mind.

“alright princess, truth or dare?” jake’s voice was a bit deeper signaling that he must be as turned on as you are right now.

“dare.” you breathed out.

the two boys exchanged a glance before smiling at you. they both stood from their chairs, moving closer to you. and though you were almost their height, them standing above you like this made you feel small.

“we dare you to let us fuck you.” matthew’s hand went to your jaw once again, stroking it softly.

jake bent down to let his hand trail up your thigh, rubbing dangerously close to your heat. they were waiting for you to give them the green light, which you did with a small “go ahead,”

jake’s hand had now traveled to the waistband of your pants, tugging on them to signal that he wanted to take them off. you lifted your hips up in order for him to slip them off of you.

matthew, on the other hand, was placing kisses all over your exposed chest, tasting what his friend previously did.

jake’s hand pressed against your clothed cunt, watching as the wetness seeped through your panties.

“matt look,” he chuckled, matthew detached from your chest to look down.

“fuck, doll, you’re so wet for us. such a good girl,” matthew praised, you let out a whine at his words.

the want, the need for them was getting stronger. who would thought that a science project would’ve led to you getting this wet for two star football players.

you pushed your hips against jake’s hand, trying to get some friction where you needed him the most.

“you want us to fuck you, baby?” jake asked, letting his hand pull away from your core. he wanted you to beg for them, for him.

“mhm, please. please fuck me.” you whimpered.

“okay love, we will.” matthew replied before jake could.

the two of them raised from their positions for a second in order to rid themselves of their clothes. they were hard. and big. you were in for it.

“i want her mouth. her pretty swollen lips would look so good around my dick.” matthew told jake. he nodded in response to matthew.

“hop on the table for us, doll.” jake said. you quickly moved to the table, laying down for them.

matthew came over to one side and leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. when he pulled back he let his thumb rub over your bottom lip. his other hand was wrapped around his aching cock, stroking it slowly.

“alright baby. i’m gonna fuck your mouth, okay?” matthew asked.

you nodded, sticking your tongue out for him. he grinned in response before placing his dick on your tongue. you let your lips close over his girth and he began to thrust in and out slowly.

jake was now on the side adjacent to matthew. he pulled off your panties, discarding it with the rest of your clothes.

his thumb came in contact with your clit, making you moan around matthew’s cock. matthew winced at the feeling, whispering that your mouth felt so good.

two fingers were now circling your hole. jake pushed his fingers into your warm cunt, thrusting in and out before adding another finger. he continued his ministrations before deeming you prepped enough for his cock.

“gonna fuck you now.” he said before he slowly pushed in.

you all groaned in unison, pleasure on high. matthew was now thrusting at a faster pace, getting lost in the heat of your mouth.

jake was letting you adjust to his size before bottoming out. he stayed there for a second to relish in the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing around him so deliciously.

“fuckk you’re so tight-” jake winced. you tapped your foot on his thigh, signaling that he could move.

he started a quick but deep pace, watching as your tits bouced with every movement. his thrusting cause you to move against matthew’s cock, every thrust hitting the back of your throat.

matthew admired how you were gagging and sputtering on his cock. his hand brushed against your jaw, gripping it a little to thrust faster. you noticed he was starting to near his high as his breaths and groans started to increase.

he slipped himself out of your mouth, “fuck- open up.” he said as he started to stroke his length.

you obeyed and opened your mouth letting your tongue slip out too. he came on your face tongue with a loud groan.

“so so good for me, fuck.” he said as he came down from his peak.

jake’s thrusts were now relentless in an attempt to get both of you to cum. matthew intensely watched the area where you and jake were connected. he felt himself getting hard again at the sight.

your loud moans weren’t supressed anymore which boosted jake’s ego.

“fuck fuck fuck i’m close jake please!” you begged.

“me too, doll, fuck! can i cum inside?” he was roughly gripping your waist, rough enough to leave bruises.

“yeah, i’m on the pill!” you whined at the thought of him filling you up.

matthew was stroking his cock at the scene before him, his eyes flicking between your face and your cunt.

“god, i’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up,” jake moaned. you nodded at his words.

one more thrust was all it took for you to some undone, your back arching off the table, moaning loudly. jake came soon after with a “shit!” leaving his mouth from the way you were clenching around him. his hips were flush against yours, letting your cunt milk him dry.

he pulled out slowly and you whined from the loss of contact. matthew had came in his hand beside you, all three coming down from your highs.

the room was full of panting, everyone attempting to catch their breath.

“hello? is anyone in there?” you heard from outside the door.

all three of your heads shot up towards the door.

“yeah! we’re still studying. give us a second!” matthew shouted.

you stood to put on your clothes, struggling a bit due to your wobbly legs.

the two boys did the same before packing up their things. matthew saw how you were having trouble so he placed his things down to help you out. jake helped by packing your things into your bag.

you all made your way to the door, matthew’s hand was on the small of your back to stable your walking. jake opened the door, smiling at the librarian before you all brushed past her to leave.

“maybe we should work on projects together more often,” jake smiled. matthew made a noise of agreement and you nodded.

and that you did, always making A after A on every project with your new group.

[curiousgworge]

꒰‧⁺ Casual *ೃ༄

*ೃ summary: where your relationship with Jake is a 'no attachments' one

pairings: jake x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: angst, some suggestive mentions, reader is Jay's little sister

Jake Sim was known around school for a range of different stuff: his abilities in soccer, his disponibility to tutor people in Math, his great looks and even greater personality and, most importantly, his inability to have one night stands and casual flings. 

Despite being very popular among the ladies, Jake was never one to sleep around. First of all, ‘cause he considered himself a gentleman and he couldn’t really fathom the idea of one night stands. Secondly, he cherished the intimacy of knowing and loving someone more than the physical aspect of his possible relationships. 

But against all that and his better judgment, Jake Sim found himself having a casual friends-with-benefits relationship with you. 

And it's not like he didn’t know what he was getting into when you first caught his attention. You were Jay’s little sister, who he always warned his friends was off limits: not only was he acting like the protective older brother, but also ‘cause he was afraid of needing to pick sides if things didn’t work. 

It all began in one of the many sleepovers he had with your brother and their other friends, when it was so late it was almost morning and all of the guys were scattered in mattresses in the middle of the living room and Jake went to the kitchen to get a cup of water. And even though it was your house too, he wasn’t expecting to find you sitting on the counter with a bowl of cereal, dressed only in an oversized T-shirt and a pair of fluffy socks.

Jake didn’t really expect you to ask him if he wanted cereal too, or for him to say yes, but then he found himself sitting by your side, eating and talking in a low volume not to wake up the guys. He didn’t expect to end up kissing you in the middle of the kitchen, his hands holding your face as you stood in front of him, his legs dangling from the counter he was still sitting on. 

He also didn’t expect to be caught by Heesung leaving your room in the morning, but still, there he was. What he did expect though was the face and scoff he received from him when Jake said that it was only a one time thing. 

But it didn’t take long for Jake to see that it wasn’t in fact a one time thing. It barely took a whole week in reality, as he had to work on a few group assignments from a class he shared with Jay. 

As your brother left the house to buy food for both of them, you left your room to greet Jake. At least that’s what you said when you straddled him and kissed him, making him a breathless blushing mess under you. It’s not like you had a lot of time, but it was enough to convince him to accompany you upstairs so you could help him with the raging boner he got from having you on top of him; and enough for Jay not to suspect a thing when he came back with chicken wings and lamen for them. 

And as weeks went by, Jake gave up on keeping count of how many kisses he shared with you and how many times he ended up on your bed when he really shouldn’t. It also became harder to hide what was happening from Jay, as Jake couldn’t really hide the way his eyes would follow you every time you moved, or how smily he became whenever you gave him an ounce of attention, or even how much of a coincidence it was that both you seemed to have hickeys around the same time period. 

So to say that he was shocked that Jay already knew everything was an understatement. Jake had spent a whole lot of time overthinking that conversation with your brother, planning what to say and how to run away if Jay wanted to punch him in the face, only for him to keep an uninterested face and say he knew. 

-My sister told me when I found one of your sweatshirts in her room last week. 

-And you’re not like, mad?

-Not at you bro, but at her? Totally. I told her not to fuck around with my friends, especially for her ‘no strings attached’ bullshit. 

And as relieved as Jake was that Jay was not going to kill him, something in what he said rubbed him in the wrong way, but he couldn’t really understand why. Was it the way that Jay looked at him, pity in his eyes? Was it the fact that, despite all the nights you spent laying naked by his side and talking about everything and nothing with him, you still considered your relationship just ‘casual’?

Maybe it was the way that, on the next sleepover the guys had, you came home laughing and holding hands with another guy. You froze on your tracks upon seeing your brother and his friends in the living room, and you blushed when you looked in Jake’s eyes. Or the way you apologized to the guy you were with, saying how you didn’t know your brother would have friends over, just for him to smile and say that it was fine and his roommate wasn’t home, and you left with him again. 

And Jake felt like shit when all his friends' eyes turned to him, worry stamped on their faces. But he forced a smile, grabbed one of the controllers and told his friends he was fine, despite none of them believing. 

-We’re just casual guys.

But he felt sort of grateful the next morning, when you were already back home and Jay thought the guys were still asleep in the living room and he could hear your brother scolding you about what happened. He just pretended to sleep when Jay came back and laid back on his mattress, his soft snoring soon being heard. And that was the moment you left your bedroom, as Jake could hear your steps and feel your eyes on him. 

-I know you’re awake Jake. Can we talk?

That’s how Jake ended up in your bed pounding on you, his mouth on yours to keep you as quiet as possible under him. He didn’t really pay attention to your apologies about last night, too focused on showing you that this casual thing you had would always be better than whatever other guys could do to you. He had to bite his tongue not to ask if it was worth it, if that guy could make you feel better than Jake could, settling for marking your body and watching as your eyes rolled and your body squirmed under his touch. 

 It was hard to ignore the way his friends looked at him when he left your room, a mix of disappointment and concern, and as he could still feel the way your body fitted on his hand and your taste on his tongue, he hoped that if he lied to his friends enough, he could convince himself too. 

-Don’t worry guys, I’m fine. It’s all casual. 

[d4isywhims]

🍹 first impressions pt. 1 || pt. 2

ashley - first up is ashley! their interaction was really cute at first 🥹 both of them got pretty positive first impressions of each other. but ashley started to cuss the shit out of arvin so there’s that HAHA. arvin’s attraction towards ashley is neutral.

luna - lunaaa!! despite her first impression on arvin (which is 100% canon btw) they hit it off pretty well :D arvin wasn’t really focused on luna tho bc he was busy talking to someone else who was sitting at the table with them xD arvin’s attraction towards luna is neutral.

averie - OHOHOOOO LET ME TELL YOU GUYS ABOUT THESE TWO!! first of all, they both found eachother very attractive 😮‍💨 arvin was absolutely mesmorised by averie it’s insane!! he kept on autonomously flirting with her AND AT ONE POINT even attempted to ask her to woohoo 😭 i had to cancel that interaction bc it’s too early in the challenge :’) anyways, averie thinks arvin is stuck up which is also 100% true 😌

clementine - she is also one of the girls that arvin finds very attractive!!! (the other two being averie and one more girl hehe) they hit it off pretty good eventhough he has a negative(?) first impression of her lol. clementine autonomously flirted with arvin and he reciprocated!!! also arvin really liked her boobs 💀

cora - man idk why arvin think she’s shallow?? she was literally the only sim who wanted to talk to everyone!! she kept rolling wants to talk to francesca and cynthia which i think is really cute <3 arvin’s attraction towards her is neutral.

cynthia - cynthia was chilling by the pool so i had arvin join her :D they both had positive first impressions of each other and connected really well! there were no attempts in flirting tho, it was all autonomous friendly interactions between these two! arvin’s attraction towards her is neutral.

@linalinsims @simsinfinitylt @squeezesublime @channyology @jazzy-jazzsims @honeysylvan

[unknowntoyou2205]

Fear turns into confession (4/4)

Info: Jay can't knock the feelings he has for y/n

requested by @maybankangel-blog

Jay’s left leg bounced repeatedly as Erin drove down the road, following behind Adam and Kim. Erin had tried to make conversation with him but all he could think about was y/n and how she was. Hearing what the Montez brothers had planned for her made Jay sick. Voight had Mouse call the guys to see if they could find catch a meeting with them, acting as if they were interested in a girl, and Kevin was going to head in undercover. Jay had wanted to do it but Voight convinced him not to, saying they would probably remember him from his first attempt at catching them.

“Jay stop worrying, I’m, sure y/n is fine.” Erin spoke out to the quiet surroundings.

“She can’t blow her cover, and y/ won’t. So she will allow them to whatever they want to do, while she remains weak.” Jay stated, throwing his hand out in exasperation.

“Let me rephrase, you shouldn’t be worrying this much over her. You didn’t worry this much about Mouse when he was taken hostage.” Erin stated, glancing at Jay to see his reaction.

“Y/n’s different, she..” Jay took a deep breath to stop himself, “me and her have a history okay. I care about her, a lot more than..”

“Than me.” Erin interrupted him, causing Jay to turn to her quickly.

“More than Mouse.” Jay clarified, “Is this why you’re so cold towards y/n. Because you think I care about her more than you?” Jay asked, and Erin remained quiet for a moment.

“We’re here.” Erin announced as they turned the corner to a small café, where Kevin was sitting with two men.

“So why’d you contact us, how’d you find out about us.” Dareen asked the man sat in front of him and his brother.

“Well I mentioned to one of my buddies about my parents nagging me about finding a girl and settling down, you know how parents are wanting some grandkids and such. Told them I’d do anything to have a girl to shut them up. And a guy, Declan was his name I think, overheard and mentioned that he may be able to help. Sent me to you guys. Said it would cost a dime but you guys make it worth it.”

Kyle looked at Dareen before leaning in.

“What kind of girl you into?”

“y/c/h hair, y/c/e eyes, broad and sim, not too energetic, need a girl who can be kept tame, knows who’s in charge.” Kevin stated, describing y/n to them.

“Yeah we got a girl like that, when you want her?”

“Can I see her first?”

“No, no, we don’t do that. You take your chances, decide now or get lost.” Kyle stated, and Dareen lifted his jumper to reveal a gun.

“No no, that’s cool, that’s cool.” Kevin stated, eyeing the gun.

“Great, meet us at the random road in an hour, we’ll meet you there with the girl.” Kyle smirked.

“You bring the money, we bring you the girl.” Dareen announced.

“How much you want?” Kevin asked, eyebrow rising a bit.

“We’ll send you the dets.” Kyle spoke as he got up, walking back to his car.

“We’re moving.” Jay spoke into the radio.

“You know the drill.” Hank stated.

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y/n sighed as the tiredness began to hit her. She had no idea what time it was, but going by the small window in the top corner of the wall, it was starting to turn to night. She had tried discretely talking to Intelligence through the small mike, but all she got back was static, meaning the connection was lost on their end. She was used to not having interactions with her teams, but the uneasy feeling never went away.

Kyle had come in a while ago, stating that one girl might get lucky. But y/n had no clue what that meant. All she knew was that someone would be taken away today, and it entailed a cost. The boys weren’t enterally mean, they had fed them some food before they left, but they were yet to hear the sound of a car returning.

“What happens to the girl taken?” Y/n asked the only girl who seemed to talk.

“No clue. We just see them taken and they don’t return. A new girl takes their place.”

“Oh.” Y/n nodded, looking back at the window as a car was heard pulling in on gravel.

The girls crowded together and tried to cover their eyes from the light as it strayed from the opening door. Each girl flinched as the light harshly came through the door and y/n couldn't help but stay to the back of the crowd. She squinted her eyes as two figures came into view, refusing to look away as they walked towards her. Kyle had a smirk on his face as he walked towards her.

“It’s your lucky day new girl.” Kyle smirked at y/n, grabbing her arm.

“Hey what?” Y/n shouted, surprised at the pain she felt.

“Don’t fight, just come with us nice and calm than no one needs to get hurt.”

“No stop, leave me alone.” Y/n cried out, pulling back from him as they went up the stairs.

“Shut it girl or else.” Dareen shouted out at y/n as he took y/n from Kyle as he locked the door again.

Dareen narrowed his eyes at her and pushed her down onto the ground. Y/n gasped at the ain she felt on her shoulder upon the impact. She was still recovering from injuries so banging it against the wooden floor wasn’t ideal. She narrowed her eyes at the two men before Kyle crouched down to her. Watching his movement, she never seen the fist that came to her stomach on the opposite side.

“Now, that’s just a warning. We don’t want to hurt you too much.” Kyle warned her before grabbing her wrist and forcing her up.

Y/n nodded at the two men and decided to walk with them, trying to avoid eye contact of the two as they walked out the front door. Y/n blinked at the change of light as the sun set in front of them. Kyle threw her towards their car, opening the door before pushing her into it. She frowned in confusion as the car started and they drove down the driveway before coming to a stop. Y/n looked around before she was harshly tugged out of her seat.

Y/n looked around her before seeing a car pulling up behind them. She smirked to herself asshe seen Kevin jump out of the car.

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Jay sighed in frustration as Erin parked far into the woods, out of sight as Kevin drove past them towards the meeting point. All he wanted was to open the door and run towards where y/n was and hold her in his arms. Erin sighed and rolled her eyes beside him, waiting to hear the word.

“Hey man, you got the girl.” Kevin spoke as he greeted Kyle.

“You got the money.” Kyle shouted back at him.

“Got it right here.” Rattling was heard as Kevin took out the envelope.

“Bring her out.”

Jay gripped the car door as he prepared to jump out and run towards the scene. Erin eyes him and glared slightly before preparing her gun. It wasn’t long before Kevin spoke the line and they rushed out of the car. Jay couldn’t help the thumping of his heart as they moved behind trees, and he glanced around to see y/n being gripped by one of the lads. Jay glared at the man, wanting nothing more than to throw his arms off her.

Time moved fast, and before y/n knew it she was pulled towards Dareen, and a gun was placed towards her head. Words were shouted as Intellagence surrounded Kyle and Dareen, and y/n’s eyes met Jay’s who nodded at her.

“Back off or she gets it.” Kyle shouted out.

“Let her go.” Hank shouted, aiming the gun at them.

“How about no.” Kyle fake thought before aiming and shooting his gun towards y/n leg.

Y/n cried out as the bullet embedded itself into her thigh. She began to fall as another bullet hit her arm, and she hissed as a foot was felt against her stomach, digging into her abdomen. Gunshots were heard before shouting followed, and y/n looked to the side to see Kyle and Dareen on the ground, Adam and Kevin on top of the mas they were handcuffed. She looked in front of her again as a hand was felt on her shoulder.

“Y/n, stay with me.” Jay shouted at her, placing pressure on her arm.

“My leg.” Y/n slurred lightly as her vision blurred.

“I need an ambo.” Jay called out behind him before looking back at y/n “hey, stay with me okay. Your going to be okay.” Jay pleaded with her.

“It’s ok.” Y/n slurred before her eyes shut on her.

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Jay spent the next few days at y/n’s side as she lay in her hospital bed, asleep. Will had told him that she was okay, but the bullet in her thigh had hit a vital artery, which caused blood loss. Jay hadn’t slept since the case, and had only been home once, which lead to an argument between Jay and Erin.

“Jay she’s not your girlfriend, stop worrying so much. She’ll be awake soon, you don’t need to stay with her 24 hrs.” Erin shouted at Jay as he packed an over bag.

“Erin I’m not leaving her side till I know she’s okay.” Jay responded, not stopping his movement.

“You didn’t react like this when I got hurt.”

“That’s because you needed stitches, she’s unconscious Erin, different scenario.” Jay shouted at her.

“You care about her more than me.”

“Erin you have been nothing but harsh to y/n from the moment you met her. You need to understand that y/n is someone I care about deeply, we’ve been through literal hell together.” Jay explained, sighing in slight frustration.

“Than maybe you should be with her.” Erin stated.

“Maybe I should.” Jay shouted quicker than he had to think of what he said.

“What?” Erin asked, voice quietening down.

“I think that maybe we shouldn’t be together anymore.” Jay spoke, calming down first.

“Your breaking up with me?” Erin asked, shocked.

“I’ll get Mouse to collect my stuff.” Jay spoke, sighing as he zipped up his bag and left the apartment.

Jay’s thoughts were disrupted as y/n moved slightly. Jay watched closely as her eyes began to flutter, and he leaned closer to her as she looked around. Her eyes stopped as they met Jays.

“Hey you.” Jay smiled, moving to sit beside her on the bed.

Y/n smiled in response.

Wh.." Y/n stopped talking, the dryness in her throat preventing her from saying much.

"Here." Jay offered her some water, bringing it to her lips and bringing her head up so she wouldn't choke.

"How long have I been out for?" Y/n asked once her throat wasn't scratching at her.

"A week. The bullet hit an archery but, Will managed to stop the bleeding and remove the bullet." Jay explained.

"The girls.."

"All found safe, reunited with their families. Kevin and Adam arrested the guys shortly after they shot you." jay explained, taking y/n's hand in his.

"I'm glad." Y/n smiled softly, leaning back into her pillow.

"I'm glad your okay. I don't know what I would of done if things had went south." Jay confessed, placing a hand on her cheek.

"I always knew you would find me, you always do." Y/n smiled.

Jay chuckled lightly before leaning forward, kissing y/n's head before moving to call a doctor.

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A few weeks later y/n had since been discharged and was currently on medical advice not to do anything too strenuous. She spent most of her time at Intelligence, sitting with Mouse as he worked the computer.  Kyle and Dareen had been arrested and the girls had been found, each safe and returned to their families.

Jay sat at his desk staring at y/n as she laughed at something Kevin said, his head in his hand. Thinking to himself, he got up and decided to walk over the them. Not thinking much he grabbed y/n before her good arm and turning her to him. Jay ignored the stares that turned to them as she smiled at him.

“Hey Jay, you ok?” Y/n asked, concerned by his sudden movements.

“Y/n I have never been so afraid of loosing you. Which is why I ask,” Jay stopped as he moved down to one knee.

“Jay..” Y/n strarted, not sure what to say.

“What the “ Erin started, not sure how to react.

“Jay I can’t marry you.” Y/n stated, and Jay stood up with a frown, “But I would accept to being your girlfriend.” She stated boldly.

“Really?”  Jay asked, a smile starting to form.

“Really.” Y/n nodded, and Jay smirked in response.

Erin crossed her arms at the interaction between the two while Adam and Kevin whistled. Mouse just smiled at his two friends, knowing nothing could have been better than them too together.

[ririsdelusionalcorner]

Idia with a cosplayer SO

How did it start (Idia):

○We all know how invested Idia is when it comes to the series he enjoys so it would only be natural that he followed accounts that post content for those series.

○He most likely found his future SO account due to this fact. They were cosplaying a more niche series that he had been hyperfocused on so he had never hit the follow button faster.

○This would have spiraled into him becoming one of their biggest supporters. Always interacting with posts, sending anonymous messages, going to fan meets mostly digitally but sometimes in person when he was brave enough

○I would say he'd even have either drawn fanart for them, or made some type of merch, we'll say a Keychain in this case to give to them during the one time he was brave enough to go to a fan meeting in person.

How did it evolve:

○Imagine Idia's shock finding out his favorite cosplayer was attending NRC and is in the same dorm as him. When he's the Housewarden!

○Idia almost thought it was his eyes tricking him but the sight of a familiar Keychain used as a phone charm made him realize it was real.

○Was Idia going to approach them? Absolutely not, but to his horror delight they ended up joining the board gaming club.

○Things were made worse when they recognized him. How is someone supposed to react when their favorite cosplayer remembers them. Idia almost short circuited that's for sure.

○Idia didn't pursue a friendship with them but they pursued one with him.

○Idia almost thought he was living in a dating Sim at this point. And he was the capture target. His future SO was relentless. Always going to his dorm, dragging him out when they weren't busy with class, building a friendship with Ortho, working on their cosplans in his dorm, listening when he talked about his interests/sharing their own. Anything and everything they could do they did.

○And eventually one day they approached him with a request. They wanted him to cosplay with them for their next event....that is cosplay a couple. To say Idia.exe stopped working was an understatement. He tried to cover his embarrassment by jokingly asking if they were asking him out and he got a serious yes. He almost fainted on the spot but managed to agree.

As a couple:

○From then on it wasn't just his SO who was a famous cosplayer he became one himself to his horror. Their fans were now his fans and he just had to suck it up and accept his fate.

○Couples cosplays are a must! But only from series they both genuinely like. He'll be super embarrassed if you're going to cons in cosplay together but He'll suck it up for you. For private photoshoots he's a little more comfortable but is still embarrassed when his SO posts them.

○His dorm wasn't just his own anymore. It was shared with his SO. You could clearly see they practically lived there.

○Cute gaming sessions, and by that I mean him gaming and his SO working on a project and commentating.

○Friday movie nights are a must. If he doesn't get time to just sit with his SO in his arms binge watching series he'll combust

○Designated bag holder Idia is real. He's the bf walking around the con with all of his SO stuff and he doesn't complain one bit. Why would he when his partner is cosplaying one of his favs and looks so genuinely happy to be interacting with fans

○Idia takes the best photos btw. Both in cosplay and out of cosplay he's always prepared. He'll use drones, go out of his way to get the best angles and even edit the photos himself If his SO asks. He's their number 1 supporter

○Idia will fight to pay for things. Need fabric? You know his card information. At a con and see some merch you want? Here's his card grab anything you want, and actually get multiple of some of the keychains or pins so he could match with you. Basically if you want something you'll get it. He has the money to spare and it's more meaningful if he spends it on you.

○He's a pro at making props. With his technical skills he's making props that actually do the same things that they do in their individual series

○He's very interested in the creation of cosplays as a whole but cannot sew whatsoever so he sticks to what he knows and just enjoys watching his SO work.

Notes from Riri:

You will never have a more supportive Bf than Idia istg. Sorry if this isn't like an actual fic I just wanted to get this out of my head. But lmk if you like content like this and my asks are always open! I'm not a pro at writing but hey I'm here to be delusional so that's what I'll be

[ashen-char]

I'm obsessed with the idea of ani joining in the conversations about partners and bringing reader up like "they never let me cook! which is sweet but i want to cook too!" or "they drool a lot when they sleep!" in a innocent way not thinking much about the fact the other girls are talking about their partners and she just started yapping about reader like they're together.

I just know the fact she always brings reader up in partner conversations makes them even more confused when ani drops the information she's married and it's NOT with reader, like they're happy for her but 'what does she mean she's not with reader??' Yes, they tease her and joke about it but they fr think there's something going on with those two.

reader likes to sit close to anora when she's playing, they're reading a book or doing something job/studies related, stuff like that. They just like being around her either they have her attention or not, they just feel this comfortable aura coming from anora whenever she's close, she's home. You'll giggle about her getting mad at villagers and then ani looks at you annoyed because 'you're suppose to be on my side!' and you're like 'sorry, got to a funny part on the book...' and you're reading the saddest and most tragic book ever.

I think later on reader introduces ani to one or two more violent games where she can kick people's asses! probably Mortal Kombat, she'll definitely play this type of games when a client/her boss pissed her off badly on that particular day and she needs to punch someone to calm down, even if it's on a video game it helps her a lot! But she likes more the cozy games like animal crossing, stardew valley, even the sims (her favourite is the sims 2 because of all the attention to detail the game has).

You once tried to make her play an horror game (resident evil, until dawn, silent hill, amnesia) and she tried it, she really did but after some time she was like 'nop! I'm done! put my animal crossing NOW!'

About ivan, like I said his parents are to blame for a big part of who he is today but he's 21 already and that's old enough to at least KNOW not to leave your wife alone when she's fighting for a future with you against 3 MEN DOUBLE HER SIZE! like if you care about her and her safety you either runaway with her or you stay there with her! That scene is what makes me think that anora cares about him but he doesn't care about her or at least not as much, you know?

YES! There's nothing wrong with wanting to have fun and be free, you don't have to be serious all the time like life's too short for that shit, but the fact he doesn't take anything serious, never thinks before doing a joke or just the way he treats people bellow him (maybe besides anora) lacks sense, maybe even empathy, like why yell as a joke at this staff member who's apologising already for not having the room ready because 1. THEY DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE COMING! and 2.BECAUSE IT WAS BEING USED!! it's a terrible joke, it can make that poor person lose their job if their superior happens to walk by, it lacks touch with reality too!

On the coke scene: if he had taken too much coke, mixed with the alchool and probably other drugs that shit could lead to his death or a coma! toros and garnick aren't stupid, they very likely know that ivan is using drugs and shit like that but if they don't know how much he has done/where he is how are they suppose to help him if it goes wrong? they are there to keep him alive, to keep him in line too, but mostly to keep his ass alive! You don't have to be serious 100% of your time but you also can't be 100% of your time acting like this petulant kid. ivan strikes me as someone who doesn't want to be treated like a kid and wants to be free but he hasn't shown any sense of responsibility to be able to take care of himself alone, like he can still have a kid spirit and be responsible AND sensible towards other people.

Oh i don't think he would even bother to ask anora about her past because like you pointed out he only calls her ani, she only started existing when ani did too. if ani did try to talk to him about it, open up about her past and stuff he wouldn't pay much attention, too distracted playing video games or on his phone. He would be like one of her friends boyfriends she heard so many complains about, you know?

it's a cute assumption but now I'm a little disgusted with it because of what I know... so embarrassing to me! i think with ivan she tried to keep it as much fairytale-ish as she could so she also tried to be a fairytale character, maybe because she felt the need she showed him her true self he would leave, while with igor she didn't want to/felt the need to put up a character, because he wouldn't leave since he understands her struggles.

I do agree that I prefer igor and ani over ivan and ani, like there's somehting more realistic about them, more personal and more 'honest-ish' for lack of a better word to express what I mean. I think ani needs someone a little more serious and responsible than ivan but also someone who can be carefree and I think if we had more time we could see igor being carefree around ani.

Anora only deserves the best and whatever or whoever that is I hope she's happy and at peace!

HELLO I DIDN'T MEAN TO LEAVE THIS ASK FOR SO LONG it kept cutting off when i tried to answer on mobile (which i was restricted to at the hospital) and eventually i decided to leave it until after i actually watched anora and had more formed thoughts!

ani's got a good rapport with the girls at HQ (barring diamond obviously). with how they flocked to see the fight, i bet they're pretty nosy too, listening intently to pick up on clues of if reader and ani are together. they'd have bets on it. lulu (who's basically the captain of the reader x ani ship) would scoff if anyone said reader's just ani's best friend, offended because obviously she is ani's best friend thank you very much.

sometimes when lulu invites ani out after work, ani says that you two have plans, excitedly yapping about how she's planning to decorate your shared sims' house or the ccs she downloaded. and lulu has this knowing look, cause that's so domestic? sweet? calm? not something ani would find fun if you weren't the one showing it too her. like, lulu finds ani in their backstage/changing room area on her switch, doing her daily fruit foraging in her ACNH island, probably cussing out tom nook for upping the house fee when she JUST paid the last one off. lulu knows all of ani's smiles and the ones about you/something you showed her are different to her performance smiles, to her flirty customer service. they're even different from when she's bragging about what a catch ivan is, about his mansion or how much he likes her.

how much he likes her. never the other way around. any other girl would be half in love with how vanya splashes out his time, attention, and cash. even if ani hasn't realised it herself, it's because her heart's already occupied with reader. imagine ani being away for that first week, apologising over and over to reader cause they already made plans while you just tell her it's ok. and then the next two weeks of their marriage, ani was happy and swept up in the excitement but also... restless? missing you? she busied herself with polishing up her russian, in the lavish new wardrobe and new life. in the dark of night wondering when it'll make her as happy as a simple day with you.

ivan's actually pretty interesting now that all the clips have context. he didn't run to not be caught, but more so to take in all the fun he could before he was whisked back - hitting up all the clubs, getting so drunk he wouldn't worry anymore. he didn't even plan to leave ani, fully wanted her to run with him. it was more... "consequences? what are those? boringgg". didn't wanna talk about his family, didn't wanna hear a word of reprimand from his parents, considers anything that isn't having fun as unnecessary. and especially him thanking ani for making his last trip fun as if he didn't ask her to MARRY him, when she was sceptical in the first place and told him not to tease her! she made sure he was sincere multiple times and he strung her along, pure and simple, knowing his parents wouldn't let that happen. knowing that he wouldn't actually fight his parents for it/for them.

gonna write some thoughts on ivan on another post this is getting too long and tbh i was more focused on anora :P (basically he's all about freedom and even argues back when they make a comment about him possibly marrying a man). the marriage was a fantasy to him, as is america, it's a freedom he won't actually pursue at the end of the day. not when being under his parents' thumb is easier. him being treated like a child is actually a privilege. ani's only two years older and knows so much more of responsibilities, of what it takes to earn and own things, of consequences. all vanya has to do is simper and follow his mom, childishly asking if her clothes are from the new collection rather than listening to her beratement.

i feel like if the marriage didn't collapse because of his parents, it'd be whenever ani decides she's had enough of the partying or the smoking and watching him play games. he asks about her parents, and she even offers to let them meet or go meet her sister. she wants to go to disneyworld for their honeymoon. but vanya would be the same vanya. show up drunk and blazed, embarrassing her in front of her mom and stepdad (while she covers his ass and lies "oh i swear he's not always like this, he's just tired"). ruining her childhood dream by letting his friends crash their honeymoon and trash the cinderella suite. she'd realise that this isn't perfect, that it isn't sustainable. it's fun, yes, ivan was right that they'd probably still have fun together if he wasn't rich. but imagine them going through the paperwork of getting that green card, of her trying to make him take it seriously so he can stay. applying, appointments, providing papers and proof... vanya would groan and act like ani's dragging him to do this. and he'd offer ani hits from his bong like he did to klara, never thinking about if something's the right time.

to contrast a relationship where ani would have to be the mature one, ani is notably different with igor (obviously). even if not romantically, having someone there that she can freely bitch at, let out her tension on, that accepts her moods must feel freeing. all these masks she puts on, be that at the club, or the perfect wife for vanya/his family. she's got her barbs, she's allowed to be prickly and abrasive and say whatever comes to her head. igor will laugh it off. she softened near the end (not the end end, i'm sure there's a lot of thoughts on that) when she brought him that blanket. wordlessly sharing blunts or taking the cig from his mouth, smiling when he laughs at a joke she slung to hurt his feelings. he doesn't just take it either. he asks why she says these things about him, asserts that he isn't (a gopnik, a f-slur ass bitch, a drug dealer, a rapist etc), but doesn't get mad at her for it. when toros or galina says "no, that didn't happen", it's to shut ani up, to not listen, to prove that she doesn't have a say/doesn't have power in the situation. when igor says it, it's on equal grounds-that he had to because he was genuinely scared about ani and that he didn't want her to hurt herself. AND after apologising multiple times, rather than jumping to "i didn't hurt you". it was "you were never in danger of being harmed".

[keirawantstocry]

that one time tubbo called pac a dilf 😵‍💫

okay wait…

young teacher tubbo and dilf pac comes to collect his son from class…..tubbos got such a crush on him and maybe he asks pac to stay back to talk about richas’s behaviour but it turns into something else….

you've come to the right person (guy who is obsessed with pacbo)

Tubbo wasn't quite sure how he ended up with this job. He had never in any of his years considered being a teacher of any sort. But after he adopted his daughter, he needed a second job. Mechanics weren't paying him enough. Luckily there was a daycare nearby that was hiring. It was a more difficult process than he had expected, much like the adoption. But he got it. 

His daughter stayed with her “other father”. Tom's name was always said in a sigh like that. They were young and stupid and drunk and Tubbo didn't know what he was doing when he signed the stupid paper that Tommy had slid him across the dirty bar table. 

Tommy, and unfortunately Molly, found it hilarious. They both insisted on watching Sunny while he was at work. Thankfully Sunny loved them. Tommy would do her hair in braids. It was something they did when they were younger. Tubbo remembered sitting in fields with Tommy's older cousin braiding his long hair. 

As soon as Tommy saw Sunny's thick 3C curls, he stayed up two nights in a row researching and watching video after video of how to do cornrows and other braids in her hair. 

Molly often sent him videos while he was at work on Sunny prattling on while Tommy listened intently, braiding her hair as best he could. As much as Tubbo joked about divorce and threatened, he was glad to have two people he loved watching his child and caring for them so well. 

He closed his laptop with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. He was the last one there, his co worker had to leave because she had to pick up her own child but they needed someone to watch the singular child whose parents were incredibly late. 

Opening his eyes, Tubbo stared down the young boy in front of him. 

He was a Latino boy, probably around 7 or 8 with an oversized yellow jersey that he wore every single day. He was staring at Tubbo with large brown eyes. It was almost unnerving but he was a cute, decently well mannered child. 

Tubbo remembered the day he joined the daycare. A man with shoulder length brown hair and a singular white streak through it brought him in and explained how the boy had been born without part of his leg but was still very capable of movement with the prosthetic his Pai had made him. 

The owner of the daycare had nodded, assuring the man over and over that his child would be well cared for and that they would make sure the other children didn't say anything nasty as children tended to do. 

Richas, Tubbo remembered, as he continued to stare down the boy. His name was Richas. 

“Hello,” he said. 

The boy grinned. “Ola!” 

Tubbo laughed at his enthusiasm before picking up his phone to attempt to call the boy's parents once again. It rang and rang, like it had three times before click. 

“Holy shit, we are so sorry. Our schedule got all mixed up and we didn't know who was supposed to pick him up today. Fuck!” 

“Hey, hey,” Tubbo said calmly. “It's okay. I'm here with him. Get here whenever you can.” 

The voice on the phone that Tubbo didn't recognize took a few deep breaths. “Sim, sim, of course. Peqi is on his way already. He should be there any minute.” 

Tubbo smiled at Richas who bounced up and down excitedly, trying to climb up the front of the desk to reach the phone. “Sounds good, Mr…?” 

The voice laughed. “Just call me Mike yeah?” 

Richas made the saddest noise possible and Tubbo's heart melted. “Wait, before you go, I think he wants to talk to you.” 

He removed the phone from the side of his ear and carefully handed it to the boy who cradled it with both hands and held it up to his mouth. “OI, PAI.” 

Mike's voice came through quietly. “Oi, Richas. Você está sendo bom?” 

“Sim, sim,” the boy sang happily. “Eu sou bom.” 

“Bom menino. Pai Pac will be there soon okay?” 

“Okay, okay.” 

“Eu te amo.” 

“Eu também te amo.” 

The phone clicked, ending the call and Richas handed it back to Tubbo with a smile. Not even five seconds after the phone was back in his hand, the door slammed open. Standing in the now open doorway was a frazzled and incredibly attractive man. 

Richas ran over, bounding easily into his arms. 

“Richarlyson!” the man cooed, swinging him back and forth in his arms. He met Tubbo's eyes over his son's head. ‘Thank you’ he mouthed. 

Tubbo was almost too stunned to nod but he managed to as Richas's father slowly lowered him to the ground to step over to Tubbo. 

“I have to sign him out, yes?” 

Tubbo nodded, still speechless. He cleared his throat and slid the sign-out sheet across the desk. “Yeah, uh, yeah.” 

The man, Pac, from the signs of his scribbled signature, smiled blindingly at him, his son clinging to his leg. 

Tubbo noticed at that moment that Pac had a near identical prosthetic to his son. “You match,” he said before mentally slapping himself. You don't just fucking point out a man's prosthetic, no fucking wonder you're still married to Tommy. 

But Pac just laughed softly. “We do,” he said softly, rubbing the top of Richas's head. “He is very clearly my son.” 

“Are you his biological father?” Tubbo asked. Holy fucking shit, shut up you fucking idiot. He is so tired of you already, why are you asking so many questions? 

Pac just laughed softly again and the twist in Tubbo's chest felt like falling off a cliff. “Sim, yes, I am. I was the one who gave birth to him.” 

Tubbo stopped himself from asking any questions about that. He knew better than that at least. “That's really cool.” He tried a smile and felt so awkward. 

“Thank you,” Pac said. “And thank you for watching him past time. I know you probably have places to be.” 

Tubbo brushed him off with a wave of his hand. “Oh don't worry about it. My daughter is more than happy to spend more of their time with her ‘other father’.” Out of instinct, he raised his hands and made quotation marks with his hands. 

Pac raised an eyebrow curiously. 

Tubbo flushed. “A, uh, friend of mine. We got drunk married and now my daughter considers him her other father.”

Pac laughed. “No spouse of your own then? One that you're in love with anyway?” 

Tubbo flushed darker. “Ah, no. Just my husband and his girlfriend.” 

“Mmm,” Pac said, leaning over on the desk. “Good to know.” 

Tubbo froze in his spot as Pac's eyes, big and brown just like his son's, stared into his soul. He gulped before clearing his throat. “Yeah, uhmm, yeah.” The heat of his face was nearly unbearable. 

Richas gently smacked his dad on the leg. “Oi, stop that.” 

Pac leaned back, holding his hands up with an innocent expression. “What?? What?” 

The little boy glared at him with no heat. “Pai Mike told you to stop that.” 

“Well, Mikey isn't here right now is he? And he also has no control over my life.” Pac turned back to Tubbo and grabbed the pen again. He motioned towards Tubbo's arm which he held out willingly. 

Quickly the man scribbled a number onto his arm, his grip strong and warm. Tubbo felt dizzy. 

Pac dropped the pen with a smile and a wink before grabbing his son's hand. “Call me yeah?” 

Tubbo stared in disbelief, red as a beet. “...yeah,” he said softly as Pav happily bounded out the door, his son berating him in Portuguese. 

“Tommy,” he said softly when he got home, holding up his arm. “I think I got hit on.”

[callmewrinkles3]

Sandwiches

Summary: Dan’s delayed coming home from winter testing. Emmy’s in bed. Fluff.

March 2019

The flight from Barcelona to London wasn’t long, but Dan was exhausted. Two weeks of winter testing meant his brain was mush in a good way. The car felt good. Not great, but he was comfortable. He could work with comfortable. But then there was a delay so they were diverted to Gatwick and it was a pain getting through. But finally after far too long he was getting his bag and getting into the taxi with Blake.

Emmy hadn’t replied to his landed text so hopefully she was actually asleep for once. She never really slept when he was driving, even in testing when it was safe. But then they were in the taxi and he put his phone away so he didn’t smile stupidly at it and give everything away. Having his manager and one of his best mates living next door to his girl was awkward for so many reasons. Especially this one.

“Talk to you tomorrow, Mate? Well, today?” Blake asked and Dan shook his head.

“Day off? Weekend off, fuck it. When’s the next thing I actually have to do? Sim work, right?”

“Sim on Monday yeah.”

“Fuck it. We’re off this weekend. I’m gonna spend it sleeping and stretching.”

“See ya.”

The driver pulled back onto the road until Dan got him to stop beside the 24 hour shop. “Just here, thanks.”

“I thought you were out further?”

“My girl’s in his building and we’re keeping it quiet for now. We’re all friends.”

“Good luck.”

It was a ten minute wait to make sure Blake was actually in his place before Dan started the minute walk down the street. He spent the time productively and picked up a bouquet of flowers for Em. They’d very carefully ignored Valentines Day, unwilling to have that conversation and let his heart be broken if she didn’t feel the same way he did. So instead it was purple and yellow tulips that he had in his hand while he climbed the three sets of stairs to get to the tiny attic apartments.

Opening the front door by pushing in the one spot guaranteed not to squeak, the first thing he noticed was the chill in the air. A quick glance at the crap storage heaters showed they were supposed to be on, but there was no heat emitting from them. Fucking landlord too cheap to fix it even when Dan had called multiple times after Em had. She’d repeated the story about how the handyman taught her how to use the heaters instead of checking them one too many times, her “I was using them in uni halls and I was warmer then, Danny!” filling the air.

Sitting in the middle of the table was a beeswax wrap covered plate and a bottle of water. Pulling the wrap off he discovered the BLT sitting there on crusty bread. His girl always left him something if she was going to bed, crisp bacon and tomatoes that were well insulated to stop the bread going soggy making him so happy. This was home. The way no matter what was going on Em made sure to have a sandwich waiting for him to get back to her if he was due in at night. For the first time in too long there was someone who cared about him just because she liked him and that was magical.

He finished eating and took a swallow from the bottle before capping it and wrapping his arms around himself to keep the heat. It was quick to brush his teeth and run a cloth over his face to get the worst of the travel grime off. But finally he pushed open the bedroom door to see the best thing. His Emmy was curled up on the side of the bed he usually slept on, a black and yellow hoodie on to keep her warm in the March chill. Her arms were wrapped around the Jigglypuff plushie he’d bought for her in Japan the year before and she was so peaceful it nearly hurt him to have to get her to move. He pulled his clothes off quickly and pushed the starry night duvet out of the way so he could slip into the bed.

“I’m back, Emmy. It’s just me,” he murmured as her eyes opened and a grin spread across her sleepy face.

“Missed you.”

“Missed you too.” He kissed the top of her head as she curled up against his chest and tried to get comfy again. A moment later he felt her shuffle and watched as her hands moved her hoodie up.

“What’s up?”

“Wanna feel your skin. Know it’s you. I-“ She was cut off by a yawn. “The hoodie made me think you were Jigglypuff but I’m too sleepy.”

“I’ve got you. Hands up for a minute.” It took less than a minute for him to pull her hoodie off and throw it across the room, leaving her bare skin pushed against his as they curled under the blankets and got warm again.

“Nigh-night Danny. Tell me about testing tomorrow. We’ve got time.” Dan watched Em’s eyes close as she curled in tighter, their legs tangling together. They were flying to Australia in a couple of days to spend time in Perth before Melbourne and he couldn’t wait. It was two and a bit weeks that he got to spend almost entirely with Em curled up beside him with his family there. In the quiet of the night he could admit it to himself. He couldn’t wait to spend time at his home race with the woman he was in love with.

[ithinkabouttzu]

Boy Next door || Pt. 1

A Choi Beomgyu Fic

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: y/n has been neighbors with an insufferable boy, Beomgyu for quite some time. When one day he wakes her up to an offer of a lifetime. A fake relationship with him, in return to get back at her ex and his fling.

Warnings: Fake relationships, beaten windows, an obnoxious Beomgyu, ex bestfriends & boyfriends, a hint of betrayal, Jake Sim is your ex lol.

{pairing: Beomgyu x Female oc}

Being woken up peacefully was one thing, but waking up to a banging on your window was a whole other level of evil.

You groan lightly at the noise, wishing for a couple more seconds of sleep. There could only be one person who would bang on someone’s poor window at 9 o’clock in the morning. The one and only, Beomgyu.

‘’C’mon y/n I got to ask you somethingggg”

“Y/nnnn”

You hear the whining voice continue from the outside of your house. You groan for a second time, throwing your head face first back into your pillow.

“Beomgyu” You say to yourself with a small sigh, sitting up slightly, preparing yourself to go ahead and see what he needs. In Beomgyu’s world, this was a formal way of saying he needed you in some way. A simple text would work just find too, but no.

Beomgyu’s main line of communication was throwing rocks at the second story window of your room with loud yelling and screaming til’ you woke up. Thank God for the bush separating him and the window. If that poor bush wasn’t there, Gyu would probably try to climb in your window, then you would have actually tried to kill him.

You slowly raise yourself up in a full sitting position while shifting your aching body to the side of your bed, swinging your legs over so they could finally touch ground.

This was something that has been going on for years now.

He moved in to the house next door to yours in the 7th grade. Your parents decided it would be a great idea to welcome the new neighbors, the Choi family into the neighborhood by inviting them over to dinner. Your two families clicked then almost immediately.

At that same dinner is when you realized that Mr. and Mrs Choi’s son, Beomgyu was the same age and grade as you. Ever since that one dinner at your house, you guys had become good friends, not exactly bestfriends, but close enough to where you could talk to each other when you guys needed it.

He was spunky, and fun, and he brought out this rebellious side of you that you didn’t even know you had. It was also refreshing being friends with someone who went to a different school as you.

The only problem was, every time he wanted to hangout, needed to ask you a question, or just needed someone to talk to, he would bang on your window, and at unusual hours at that. Whether it was 7 in the morning or 10 at night, if he needed you, that’s just what he did.

Your family definitely took notice to this over time, sometimes the banging even waking them up. Your mom finally asked you about it the mysterious noise inflicted on your window one morning, obviously awoken by the loud sound from earlier.

When you told her it was Beomgyu, that’s all she needed to know to understand the situation, because that just seems like something Beomgyu would do, that’s just how he was. Ever since that interaction your parents haven’t questioned his odd antics but rather found it amusing between you two, even hinting that you guys would make a good match. Which never failed to make you gag nonetheless.

You get up from your bed, now remembering how nice it was to stretch in the mornings, you examine you room, trying to find your slippers, and before you could locate them you hear another loud bang coming from your window.

You stomp over to the noise, ready to tell off Beomgyu adding to one of the many times you’ve done before.

“What do you want!?” You swing your window doors open, throwing your hands in the air. You look at the boy, you could tell he looked tired and maybe a little stressed, but he still managed to break a sweet smile to you.

“Finally, you’re up! Cmon I gotta tell you something!” He motioned for you to come down to where he was.

“Really?! You just want to tell me something?? At nine in the morning?! Are you nuts??”

“Just cmon, y/n it’s important!” You hear his plea as you think to yourself. You need to get him back in the future. For all the years he has ruined those good mornings of sleep.

“I really wish I had a soundproof window” You whisper to yourself. “Okay i’ll be there in a minute!” You yell to the boy, closing your beaten and bruised window.

Again, you really did need a soundproof window.

You rustle around your room, trying to find some clothes to put on fast, you settle for the closest pair of pants next to you and a casual shirt laying on your side chair, and throw them on quickly. And as usual, you did not want to hear another ping on your window, meaning you needed to be quick before you heard another another noise from outside.

It was annoying, very annoying, only toddlers or children bang on windows to get someone’s attention, or just obnoxious people in romcoms.

Even though you hated being woken up to the sound of your window being beaten, it was nice to know someone enjoyed talking to to the point where they would bang on your window. It was maybe a little odd to see it in that way, but it was better than judging him for it.

You get your shoes and tie them on quickly, before heading out your bedroom door and shuffling down your steps with a quick smile

“Beomgyu again?” You hear a familiar voice ask you curiously. You look up, to see your mom peeling an apple in the kitchen, taking notice to your frantic motions down the steps.

“Yeah” You reply back with a knowingly sigh before heading out of the door and onto the side of your home.

“Ahhh there she is, finally.” You see Beomgyu appear from out of the corner, Raising his hands in relief as you rounded the side of your home.

“Yep, here I am” You give out a deep sigh, annoyed and eager to see what he wants.

“Nice to see you to y/n” He replies to your sigh sarcastically. “And it’s not everyday someone wakes you up from the kindness of their heart!”

“Sadly it is almost everyday”

“Why do you sigh so much? You’re so depressing sometimes y/n” He rolls his eyes jokingly at you.

“Cmon, get on with it! What did you get me out here for?!”

“Okay look here’s the thing, and it’s very important. You know Hazel, right?”

Hazel? Of course you knew Hazel. That girl had the award of being the most annoying girl you ever met, and had a past of using people to her advantage.

Hazel had used to go to your school, she was your buddy, your girl, your bestie even. All until you caught her and Beomgyu kissing in your room when you were gone to get you guys sleepover snacks.

Why were you mad again? Because at that time Beomgyu was your ultimate crush and you could say you were quite smitten with him, and she knew about it too, but that didn’t matter to her, the only reason of her being your friend was solely because of that fact that Beomgyu was your neighbor and friend.

You get it, Beomgyu is very attractive, but she took obsessive and extreme lengths to make him hers, even though he had made it clear he didn’t want any relationship with her before.

Ever since then, your relationship with Hazel went downhill, and fast at that. She moved to from your school onto to Beomgyu’s of course, and you guys have never talked since.

“yeah of course I know her” You roll your eyes almost so far they could pop out of your head.

“Okay well guess what she did? She asked out me for the spring formal! And, well, of course you know I said no! But then she proceeded to ask JAKE to the dance!”

You could feel your mind going blank for a second. Jake? Jake Sim? He was actually going to the dance with Hazel?

Jake was your first ever boyfriend, he was also your first ever heartbreak. You guys had started dating when Beomgyu moved next door in 7th grade, two long years later, You guys broke up because of “long distance” (that was only 15 minutes way) but you knew it was really just because he had just slowly lost any romantic feelings for you.

But of course this is something Hazel would do. She would ask HIM to the dance. It’s almost as if she was still trying to get back at you after the Beomgyu situation.

“So Jake and Hazel are going to the dance together?” You feel your mind spin again, it just doesn’t make sense. Jake always despised her when you guys dated. What changed his mind about her after all these years?

“You know what they’re doing,right?” He crosses his arms and leans his back onto the side of your house.

“Trying to make us feel like absolute shit?” You say in a dumbfounded, sarcastic manner, shaking your head at him.

“They’re obviously trying to make us jealous! You know there is only one thing we can do…”

Beomgyu looks at you, giving you that familiar mischievous smirk that has gotten you into so much trouble before. You could then completely understand what he had in mind.

“No, Nope, Nada, Never. It’s not happening.” You throw your hands in the air, already walking your way back to your front door. It was a stupid idea to come out here anyway.

“Wait, hear me out first” You hear his footsteps trailing behind you, trying to get you to understand his reasoning, but almost nothing could get you to go to agree to this idea.

“There’s nothing to hear. I’m not going to a formal with you!”

“But please!! Just please I’ll pay you back, anything, Even free boba for a whole month!! Cmon Y/n, just hear me out on this one” You stop in your tracks at one word, boba.

You turn around looking at him head on, “Free boba, for a month you say?” Your face can’t contain the smirk forming from your lips.

“Yes of course!” He’s gives you his best doe eyes and pretty pouty lips. You could see the desperacy in his face. It was hard to say no to someone as pretty as him, Especially in the angelic morning light.

“When is the formal again?”

“A week from today”

“Okay” You sigh, seeing his face light up into a sweet smile.

“Yayy” You see that same huge grin appear on his face.

“But-“ You stop his smile for a quick second. “We need to establish some rules first. “

“Okay, what are they?!” He says coming closer, curious to hear what regulations you had for him in order to be his partner at the dance.

An idea suddenly pops into your head, “Hold on, i’ll be right back!”

You run over to the back of your house, swinging the back door wide open with a fast push. You look for a stack of composition notebook paper and a pencil to write with, along with a nice clipboard to write on. All that you would usually find in the back of your house.

You finally locate all of your items, grabbing them all, before running outside the house once more and back to your previous position outside, where Beomgyu was sitting in the grass waiting eagerly for your arrival.

“Okay, i’m here” You huff out, regaining your breath back to its natural rhythm.

“What’s the paper for?”

“The rules. I’m gonna write them down and we have to sign it when we’re done”

Beomgyu sits up from his previous spot, moving beside you to see the paper. “Okay let’s hear them”

“Alright. #1 - We have to go dress and tux shopping together.” You looking at Beomgyu for approval before writing it down, in which he ends up nodding his head in return, ushering you to continue.

“Rule #2 - We can’t tell ANYONE it’s fake , not a soul, not even our parents. ”

“We have to?! You know how my parents are, They’ll be heartbroken if they find out it’s all a scam.” He protests, trying to challenge you on the second rule.

“That’s why we don’t tell them it’s a scam, we’ll just tell them we’re going as friends., but only they will know that.”

“Rule #3 - free boba for a month, of course.” You almost forgot, jotting down the rule quickly.

“Sure, and… What’s the 4th rule?”

“4th rule is..” You think to yourself. What could the fourth rule be? You give a quick glance to the boy beside you. That’s all it took to know exactly what the last rule will be.

“#4 - We cannot catch any feelings for each other after the dance, under no circumstances” You write down the last rule.

“Seriously?! Trust me that’s easy!”

You roll your eyes at his comment. “So do we have a deal?” you put out your hand for him to shake.

“Deal” He grabs your hand, shaking it hard. Making you wince once he let it go, shaking off the slight pain coming from your hand.

You sign the contract after him, sealing the deal, giving the clipboard back to him. It feels as if you just signed off your freedom for the next week, but there was no way to take it back now.

“I’ll be here to pick you tomorrow morning, and don’t be asleep when i get here!”

“Sure” You laugh, both of you finally walking back to your respective houses. This week was going to be hell, but you were up for the challenge and ready to finally get back at Hazel and Jake.

A/n: Hello everyone I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter!! I really had fun making this but please bare with me 😅 I haven’t written a multiple part story in a while so i’m sorry if it’s a little rusty LOL but if you enjoy make sure to like and reblog if you’d like <33333

[gayf1hoe]

Part 5

“Y/N, Y/N”, I open my eyes and whine with displeasure at being woken up by someone pounding on my door shouting my name. I manage to accumulate enough energy to get out of the bed and take a quick look in the mirror, my eyes still slightly red and puffy from spending half of the night crying into my pillow. I place my hand on the cold metal handle and pull the door open to reveal Zhou and Yuki standing at my door.

“You look rough” Zhou comment's, clearly displaying he hasn't had lessons In what to say when someone doesn't look well or happy.

I simply mutter my response “thanks I feel rough”.

After a brief moment of chatter they eventually tell me that they are here to drag me to the airport. We have 2 weeks until Baku and I agreed to go on a trip with them to China. And standing here looking at them with a pounding headache and chronic fatigue setting in I feel an impending sense of regret casting itself over me.

Reluctantly I pack my suitcase with their eager eyes fixated on my every move as they continue to ask me questions about what happened after I prematurely left the beach, but they know how stubborn I am and don't push on too much. Eventually I manage to finish packing my bag and walk out of the room and wait for Zhou and Yuki to follow behind me, closing the door behind them.

As we walk down the corridor and edge towards the stairs the voices from downstairs travel up and I can faintly hear the thick Monegasque accent of Charles and the indistinguishable Dutch accent of Max.

I lug my suitcase down the stairs with the help of Yuki who eventually sees that I am struggling and helps me carry it down the stairs where I see Charles and Max engrossed into a deep conversation in one of the corners of the reception area. I quickly return my key and then head outside to put my bag in the taxi and before I get into the taxi I hear someone saying my name behind me.

I turn to see Max walking down the marble steps.

“Can I talk to you quickly?” he asks.

I sigh and look into the car where Yuki and Zhou have fixated their gaze on me and Max, so I shut the door and walk over to a pillar and ask him what he wants.

“I just wanted to know where we are at?”

“I don't know Max, but I need break to clear my mind and forget about all of this for just a moment so I will see you Baku” as I finish my sentence I walk back over to the taxi and pull the handle to open the door and reveal Yuki and Zhou who have an inquisitive look etched on to their faces and immediately ask me what happened, I quite abrasively shrug off their comments and put my headphones in to avoid further interrogation.

The miles seem to fly by and we quickly arrive at the airport and because I got up late we have to frantically run through the terminal to the gate where our flight is already boarding, and we make it just in time, out of breath and sweating. We walk down the cabin aisle, people's eyes averting towards us making me feel self conscious but they are probably looking at us because we are the reason the plane has been held back, eventually I reach my seat and fasten my seat belt.

The best thing about sitting in first class is you get a little section to yourself but that still doesn't seem to stop Zhou coming and sitting next to me mid flight. By now Yuki has fallen asleep so Zhou decides to come and talk to me.

There is a spare seat next to me across the aisle so he preoccupies it whilst he's talking to me. Initially the conversation is light and jovial and then he brings up the topic everyone seems to cycle back to when talking to me, Max. But as he already knows the premise of mine and Max’s not so platonic relationship I suppose it's only fair he questions me.

“So why are you giving Max the cold shoulder?” he asks.

“Alessandro worked it out and I don't want to jeopardise mine or his career so I thinks it's best if we distance ourselves and let things settle before we go any further”

“But surely if you love him nothing else matters”

“I wish it was that simple Zhou but I love racing as well and if I create a media catastrophe no team will want me, not even Sauber, so I have to be on my best behaviour”.

After a while of talking Zhou heads back to his seat and I try to get some rest however all I can think about is Max. I can hear his voice echoing in my mind. I'm hoping that a week away from him will provide me with a chance to sort of erase him from my mind and clear my head of all thoughts about him.

I've never had a serious adult boyfriend, I had one when I was a teen but that was when I was infantile and the true meaning of love was just an alien thought in my adolescent mind. I had never experienced love, but with Max I think I am. It's such a strange feeling that is both warm and comforting but intimidating and scary. I have always cowered away from commitment and love because I never thought and still don't think I'm capable of it.

Racing is the only thing I have truly loved in my life but it's a different type of love, without racing I can't imagine where I would be.

But as the constant questions pace through my mind I do eventually manage to drift off to sleep for a while before the wheels touch down in Shanghai.

Disembarking the plane goes much smoother than boarding it and after we collect our luggage from the crowded baggage carousel we emerge into the rain and wind of Shanghai and even for March the rain is quite strong and heavy but Zhou informs me that this is normal for China.

Everything is written in Mandarin so me and Yuki are heavily reliant on Zhou to navigate us around this country and he eventually flags down a taxi and says something to him in Mandarin that I don't understand at all. But despite not speaking the same language the gentleman's demeanour is claiming and reassuring, he is a middle aged man with a bright smile I would expect to see on an outgoing teenager.

During our journey he points out lots of things and tries his best to explain them in English but Zhou helps translate and he tells us about all of the Iconic landscapes and best places to eat. It's also nice to see Zhou happy at being home, and I feel a sense of jealousy as I haven't been home or seen my family since before the season started as I had to move to Switzerland to be close to the factory and office which meant I had to leave my friends and family behind. But I suppose I'm lucky that Ollie is in F2 and a Ferrari reserve and I get to see him quite a lot at the races. When I first met him I always thought he would make it to F1 before me, and as he is apart of the Ferrari Academy I was almost sure he would, but instead it was me who only had 1 year in F2 and a few drives as a development driver for a team at the bottom of the grid, however I see the irony that I have joined a team that is (was) at the bottom of the grid.

I do reminisce about my days as a development driver for Williams. I always had great fun, I got to drive cars and not have to worry about coming first and scoring points all I had to do was provide feedback and that was it. When I first joined the Wiliams development program everyone thought I would debut for Wiliams, they had already started creating contracts for me but if truth be told I could never see myself in a Williams or a Mercedes, I don't have a so called “dream team” that I want to be in, making it to Formula 1 is my dream so I already have everything I want.

Zhou had booked an apartment for us to stay in rather than a hotel which is more convenient and private, as I initially step out of the car the smell of the local flowers that are starting to blossom as we approach springtime fills my nose.

The apartment is located on the outskirts of Shanghai away from the tumultuous scene of the bustling inner city and I'm grateful to be somewhere much quieter and peaceful for a change.

We quickly deposit our bags in the apartment and set off in search of something to preoccupy ourselves for the much needed week's break. Even though there has only been 3 races so far I'm pretty exhausted and doubt I can do another 18 races. I can't even begin to fathom how I'm going to find the energy to continue with the season, deal with Max and the media and look happy whilst doing all of it.

Zhou takes us to a place he used to visit as a child. It's an amusement park that has a whole host of games and rides. At first I'm apprehensive thinking about all the loud noises, screaming children and blaring music but as we arrive I feel my inner child coming out when I see the bright blinding colourful lights, stuffed animals and magnificent rides and roller-coasters.

We start with the very first thing we see when we walk in which is the ring toss which Yuki fails at miserably.  Zhou and I manage to get all of them and together we win a massive stuffed panda, and we have no idea how we are going to walk around with it.

The evening completely makes me forget about Max, that is until I see a passer by drinking a Red Bull and my mind instantly thinks of Max. It's like he has an inescapable hold on me that I can't seem to escape no matter how far away we are from each other and it makes me feel pathetic and stupid.

Yuki and Zhou try their best to make me happy but nothing seems to really work, when I'm in this depressive mood the only person who's ever made made me happy is Ollie but he's in Baku already and I don't want to disturb him even though he said “you can always call me, I will always answer no matter what”.

The past 6 days have been great, I have managed to regain some happiness and confidence and I have regained enough energy to continue on until the next break.

As I'm sitting on the plane I'm looking forward to Baku not only because I love the track but also because it will be my first ever F1 sprint. My phone is full of messages, emails and calls from loads of people but I have ignored all forms of social media and commutation, I just needed time away from racing and the media to fully relax.

But as the wheels screech against the runway in Azerbaijan the world of racing comes racing back towards me and the pressures of it are once again back on my shoulders. Me, Yuki and Zhou step out of the airport and there are lots of paparazzi flashing their camera lights in our faces and asking question after question, but they are all speaking over each other it's all so incoherent. Eventually we push past them all and get into the cars and all I can say is:

“I really haven't missed this”

The other two simply let out a little chuckle.

I feel my phone vibrate again and see that it's from Alessandro telling me that I have to check in at the hotel and then head to the garage for a meeting before sprint qualifying tomorrow.

As I look up from my phone I see Zhou turn to me as he has also seen the message and we both laugh at each other's displeasure.

We arrive at the hotel which doesn't look much like a hotel more like a big house but as we walk through the doors it shocks me at how beautiful it is. I collect my room key from reception and walk up to my room to drop off my suitcase and slightly unpack and then head downstairs to reconvene with Zhou to head to the track.

We both sit in the car and he then starts up a conversation I was hoping to avoid.

“So do you think you will see Max?”.

“Hopefully not” I reply.

“Why not?” He asks.

“Because I have no idea what I'm going to say or do?”

“You will be fine you will think of something”

Arriving we head to our garage and as its media day the paddock is flooded by people. The meeting flies by and then I head to the studio to talk about the team's hopes for this weekend and as I walk in I see a space next to Max, but pretend I haven't seen anything and walk over to Lance to sit next to him. And wait for the interview to get underway.

When it starts a lot of the questions are aimed at poor Max asking about Red Bulls falling from the top of the constructors and I can tell he's getting increasingly annoyed with the questions so when the questions come to me I can tell he's relieved.

“So Y/N you went away for 6 days with no media interaction or anything, why was that?”  is her first question.

“Well I needed time to relax and compose myself and just evaluate the first 3 races, I was quite tired and overwhelmed from the first few races of the season so I just needed that time to take a step back for my own wellbeing”

“So going into this weekend what are Saubers plans for the sprint and the grand prix?”

“Well of course maximise our performance and points and ensure we achieve a good result”.

The questions seem to be never ending by eventually she does finish allowing us all to escape. I walk back to my garage and collect my belongings and head back to the hotel where I spend the whole evening doing absolutely nothing apart from binge watching TV and falling back into a bottomless pit of self wallow and depression after seeing Max again.

Waking up on the day of sprint qualifying I don't feel the eager emotions I expected before my first ever sprint race. I quickly get dressed and decide to walk the 15 minutes to the track and arrive a little late which ends in me receiving a lecture from my engineer but I don't really pay attention.

FP1 And FP2 fly by and before I know it it's sprint qualifying and I'm determined to get pole.

SQ1 and SQ2 go perfect. I'm in P1 and as SQ3 begins It's starts to rain so I have to box for the inters.

My first lap on the inters goes horrifically and I set a time of 2 minutes and 12 seconds which is appalling so I push more than ever and pray I stay on the track.

I'm the last one to cross the line and nervously await the result:.

“Y/N Pole Position the top 5 is yourself, Norris, Sainz, Verstappen and Zhou.”

I am incredibly excited and can't believe that in my first F1 sprint race I am on Pole Position.

And as I'm sitting at the start line waiting in anticipation for the Red lights to go out I still can't believe I'm on Pole.

As the 5 lights go out the instant kick of adrenaline hits me and I see Lando begin to fall behind in my rear view mirror and see a bright red Ferrari appear.

I manage to maintain my position throughout and can't believe I have won a sprint race and by the sound of it neither can my engineer.

“Y/N P1 great result. P2 Hamilton. P3 Verstappen. P4 Zhou. P5 Alonso.”

As we arrive in Parc Ferme I jump out of my car and hug Lewis and without thinking I hug Max and there is an element of awkwardness but I run over to my team to escape it.

After the podium ceremony there is much time for jubilation as we have to get ready for qualifying for the Grand Prix Tomorrow, but I'm exhausted so I don't have too much hope for qualifying.

To my genuine surprise I get P4 behind Lewis who is on Pole and Max, Checo and Carlos.

The team all go for dinner at a nearby restaurant and we all have a great time but are conscious of the time and getting enough sleep for the race tomorrow so at around 10 PM we head back to the hotel.

The night before a race I like to keep a routine however it is disrupted by a knock on the door. I go over the door and open it and when I do I am greeted by Ollie who is smiling ecstatically and he lunges himself to embrace me in a hug before I can even say hello.

I quickly learn he is staying at this hotel as well but because I have been in such a rush the past 3 days with media day, the sprint race and both qualifying sessions I haven't had a chance to even ask him where he is staying.

This of course means that I go to bed much later than expected as I spend ages catching up with Ollie and ask how his racing has been going but all he's interested in is the fastest new report about me and Max.

But I myself haven't got the first clue about what's going on between me and Max so it's a little difficult to provide him with an accurate and true update.

When I tell him about how everything I see reminds me off him, and hoe I can't stop thinking about him constantly he just laughs and says “You're in love” which isn't very helpful because I could have told him that for the offset, I just need him to give me advice or confidence to do something about it.

At around midnight Ollie heads back to his room and I try to get some rest for the race tomorrow.

The paddock on race day has a feeling and atmosphere that's indescribable. It's a mix  of encouragement, excitement and eagerness from the fans but it's also nervousness, anticipation and enthusiasm from the drivers and these feelings seem to entwine to create a questionable atmosphere that plagues every race.

I take a quick glance at my car as it Is in its position in the number four spot and being this far back from the start line is painful but I only have myself to blame.

As the lights go out I get quite a good start and I manage to squeeze past the Ferrari of Carlos and set my eyes on Checo who puts up a much greater fight than Carlos did. I take 12 laps to get past him and then set my eyes on the biggest problem in my life: Max.

I push my car to its limits, I use all of my ERS and it's barely enough to keep him within DRS rage however at one of the corners he runs wide and loses a little bit of time which means I can get past him.

And after another 5 laps my team calls me in and the worst thing that could happen, happens.

It takes them 13.5 seconds to complete the Pit stop. When I first joined the team I made Alessandro promise me that there would be no terrible pit stops but it appears to have happened and thanks to that I got onto the grid in 9th.

For the rest of the race I'm fighting for positions and the image of a podium finish is now out of mind.

I manage to cross the line in sixth which isn't bad but it isn't good either.

“Y/N P6  good job, Zhou P5”

“No, that was a shit performance. What took so long with the pit stop? Why did it take so long to change 4 tires when other teams managed to do it in about 2 seconds. It's a joke”

“Y/N let's talk about this in the meeting, Not on radio”

“No let's talk now, tell me how we did such a shit job”

“Y/N calm down, go to cool down mode and bring the car to parc ferme after the cool down lap”

As I pull into Parc ferme I don't go over to the team. Instead I head to my room and throw off my helmet and balaclava and get out of my race suit.

I sit down on the chair in the corner of my room and try to take a moment to debrief, when there is a knock on my door.

I reluctantly get up and open the door to reveal an out of breath and sweating Max. I quickly invite him on and offer him water because I know if Alessandro sees him he will hit the roof. I then take a seat and ask him what he's doing here.

“I came to tell you that you should be proud of yourself, I know coming sixth is awful but you did your best in the circumstances so try to not to beat yourself up about it” he says kneeling down in front of me.

“Thanks I guess I did get pretty angry at my engineer”

“I know they were replying your drivers radio in the cool down room”

“Great,” I reply.

Me and Max just gaze into each other's eyes and get lost and then all of a sudden we are both leaning in causing our lips to connect and turn into a passionate moment of making out before I tell Max he has to go to the podium.

“Only if you come,” he says.

Even though I don't want to, I remember back to the times where even though he didn't win Max watched me on the podium so I feel obliged to say yes so we both stand up and sneak out the back of my garage to avoid being seen.

[chosen-hero-inari]

Whumptober Day 1: Search Party

A/N: Hello! This year I wanted to do something more lowkey for Whumptober so I tried to keep these to 500 words, and even succeeded with some of them! So if you're wondering why my fics are shorter this year that's why.

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Anamorphosis

Yusuke is hard to miss. 

It’s not just that he literally sticks out a few inches above other people, it’s how he speaks, how he carries himself. It’s attention-grabbing, to say the least.

So of course, when they ask the shopkeepers and other people who hang around the subway, they’ve all seen Yusuke around, but they haven’t noticed he hasn’t been around the last couple of days.

Yusuke’s all but vanished. 

Maybe someone else would panic at that, but not Ren. Most things can be solved by taking stock and going back to the fundamentals. Figure out what you know, and work from there.

And Ren knows a lot. He knows that Yusuke is easily distracted and can wander a lot of places. He knows Yusuke sometimes forgets to pay for his phone. 

He knows that there are monsters and portals to other worlds that can open up in an instant and make someone disappear. 

Possibilities that no one else would consider.

That’s why he and the others all agreed they would get back to Tokyo the first chance they got, because they knew the authorities couldn’t deal with it.

A week after Yusuke last sent a message to the group chat, They’re gathered in Leblanc and taking stock of anyone Yusuke’s been hanging around. The Metaverse proper is gone, of course, but there’s always parallels.

Sojiro and Sae can handle the traditional methods, their search starts with rumors and forums. There’s no thread worth ignoring.

“Hey, check this out,” Futaba says, moving her laptop so they all can see. The reddit page for Yusuke’s college dorm has a scattering few posts, but one mentions a creepy painting in the hallway.

I swear I saw someone touch it and disappear.

“As good a place to start as any,” Ren says.

He and Makoto go to the dorm and talk their way in by giving the security guard a version of the truth. Of course she’s noticed the weird art kid hasn’t checked in in awhile.

When they reach the hallway, they don’t find the painting. The plaque describing it is there, saying it was painted by an unknown artist and gifted from the Subaru City museum. It’s several decades old, but not much else is known about it.

Makoto asks a passerby about it, and they just shrug and say someone probably got rid of it.

Then they head up to Yusuke’s room, Ren picking the lock easily. 

Yusuke’s new dorm is the same kind of chaos as his old one, but thankfully it’s much bigger and comes with an actual bed.

There are papers and notebooks scattered around, and it seems Yusuke had been very focused on drawing the shadows they encountered in their adventures before, and a couple Ren’s never seen before.

A notepad with the words BUY SIM CARD underlined several times is sitting on the table, along with several names to get in contact with and phone numbers.

One is Katsuya Suou, a private investigator, so Makoto gives him a call and puts it on speaker.

“Katsuya Suou’s office, how can I help you?” 

Makoto nearly drops the phone. That’s Yusuke’s voice.

“Yusuke?” Ren yells. “Are you ok, what happened?”

“Ren? Oh boy, I’m very happy to hear your voice.”

“We could say the same,” Makoto says. “What’s going on, where have you been?”

“Wait, how long has it been?”

“A week.”

There’s a muffled groan on the other side of the phone. “I’m so sorry, the person borrowing my body didn’t know what a sim card was.”

At this point Ren’s not even going to question it.

“Do you need help? What does this have to do with the painting?”

“Ok, so that painting was a message,” Yusuke says, “I just can’t find the people it’s meant for.”

“What does that mean?” 

“It’s… difficult to explain concisely, I don’t understand it myself,” Yusuke says. “Something about that painting… you know what never mind. I wanted to have more concrete information before I called you all on a wild goose chase, but I’m getting concerned. How fast can all of you get to Sumaru City?”

“We can be there by tomorrow, why?” Makoto asks.

“Because I think a cult from the 90s is trying to end the world again.”

[boydepartment]

MY ONLY LOVE- Jake Sim x Reader: Ch. 5

description- y/n is an upcoming soloist in belift, she was previously in a disbanded group and the company decided to give her a chance. one day she runs into ex-boyfriend, jake sim, in the canteen. it was awkward and embarrassing and for weeks she tries to avoid him. you can’t avoid people forever though, especially when the company who gave her a chance tells her she has to fake date her ex boyfriend publicly.

genre- exes to lovers, fake dating, idol AU, romcom.

includes- enhypen, y/n (obviously), bahiyyih (kep1er), hikaru (kep1er), new jeans, different idol cameos (i.e probably mark lee, bangchan, etc)

WRITTEN CHAPTER- wc: 1.5k

warnings- the reader gets creeped on (nothing written it is just mentioned)

“FOLLOW UP MEETING!”

You sat there unaware of the events happening backstage. Meeting your fans was truly a blissful experience if there were more women in your crowd. You tried not to tense up anytime a man went to grab your hand or hand you a present. The only fansign you had previous to this was with your group, and safe to say, the fanbase was primarily women. This was a whole different field for you, your brain kept telling you not to be rude and just try your best to look happy with the compliments you were getting. All their eyes on you stressed you out. Around the end of the fansign your face hurt from trying to keep up your composure.

When you finally got backstage after waving to everyone you took a deep breath. You hated this. You hated the gross comments and perverted smiles the male fans gave you. You were thankful for the other people in the crowd who treated you like a human being, but it wasn’t a lot.

“Y/n!” You looked up and saw Bahiyyih running towards you. Soul not near her.

“What’s going on?” Your jaw slacked as she dragged you to another part of the building. Your confused eyes bouncing around the different area’s corridors. You swore you locked eyes with someone familiar.

Bahiyyih sat you down and started ranting and raving about Soul doing something. You just sat there, eyes welding up with tears. You finally got your solo career and yet, why does it feel this bad. Did your hard work really mean nothing? All your trials and tribulations led up to just being outright disrespected by people who were supposed to be your-

“Soul literally-“

“I am not Soul!” The voice said, your eyes looked up and locked with a very tall guy, his roots blond and the tips almost a black. You recognized him. He was from Enhypen, which meant-

“Y/n are you alright?” The guy knelt in front of you, Bahiyyih went to push him away from you but stopped when a couple tears fell from your eyes.

You blinked them back and looked down at your hand which was now automatically wiping your face, “I’m sorry I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

Just then two more bodies came into the room…

Soul and Jake…

“Y/n!” Soul rushed over to you. Jake not far behind him.

“Did someone say something to you?” Bahiyyih asked, sitting down next to you. Riki pulled Jake and Soul to the side, telling them to give you space.

You swallowed hard and looked down, “I-“

Before you could speak your manager ran into the room, “what happened?”

“I was disrespected the whole time…” You blinked as if you couldn’t believe what the past tortious two hours involved, “there were barely any respectful male fans and I just had to sit there…” Your manager nodded, listening and kneeling in front of you. He held your hand and tried to calm you down.

“I will talk to people about this alright? We will figure it out…”

You stared down at your hands, your manager got up and said something to your friends and part of-

“Wait.” You looked up and really looked at Jake and Riki, “what are you two doing here?”

Your manager looked at you, “you know them?”

Soul chuckled lightly and Bahiyyih glared at him.

“You can say that, yeah. I’ve known that one a little longer than anyone here.” Your hand rose lightly to point at Jake in the softest way possible. You were always taught that pointing was rude. Jake looked at you silently, the only thing showing emotion was the fact he was blinking rapidly. Maybe you were just emotional at the moment, but it was comforting in a sense that he still had that habit. Your manager nodded before rushing out. Presumably to get a car ready for you to leave.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked and took a tissue from Bahiyyih.

“Soul invited us!” Riki said and put his arm around your friend. Soul only glared at him in an accusatory manner.

Jake was still looking at you, it was like he had something to say but didn’t know how to word it. For both of you, a million things could be said. But before either of you could say anything, you were swept away by staff as Jake just sat there looking at you.

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Right when you got back to the BeLift building, immediately you were called into a meeting. This scared you immensely. You just got this job, then had a mental breakdown after a fanmeet, everything about this was a recipe for disaster. You sat in the chair, waiting for your boss to talk to you. Your manager sat next to you and tried to keep calm as well. If you were out of a job, he was out of someone to manage. The room was tense, almost like they were cutting off the oxygen supply slowly and steadily.

When your boss sat down in front of you, he had a smile.

“It’s nice to see you again..!”

You forced a smile back, “very nice to see you too!”

He nodded and set down a folder in front of him, “I am going to cut right to the chase, if that is okay with you? I am busy and so are you.”

“Are you firing me?” You cringed at the thought, your manager tensing up too.

Your boss let out a small laugh, “nonono!” He sat up and looked at you, “I have a deal for you.” He stood up now and pulled up his laptop on the medium sized TV on the other side of the room.

“You see, we could kill two birds with one stone here! You have male fans that make you uncomfortable, no?”

You blinked slowly, “I-I do…”

“And our company has an issue with fans in general!” He pulled up a slide that showed various graphs and photos of tweets, trucks, statements, and more that you didn’t really have time to comprehend, “our idea is simple, you show that you have a public relationship with another idol in this section of the company and 1. Your male fans should lay off you, 2. The fans in general should start to lay off the fact their idols talk to other people.”

Your manager sat up, “so you want Y/n to fake date a random guy she doesn’t even know? You are putting her in a position where she is forced to be around a man she isn’t close with even when she had to sit through-“

“Ah no! You see, when you told us Y/n had friends to talk to after the fanmeet we found the perfect other candidate!” Your boss walked through the door and opened it, practically ushering someone in. You felt your heart stop when you saw it was Jake.

You had to fake date your ex-boyfriend.

“Jake?” You looked at him, he looked at you, almost frozen in place. You assumed they had already told him in a separate meeting. He was stiff when your boss sat him down next to you.

“The plan is, for you guys to go on little dates for a few months, we will let disbatch collect photos well as, sneaking them an insider tip to let them reveal your relationship by New Years.”

Your manager didn’t look too happy, “it’s September. You want them to fake date well into next year? This is immensely messed up, not just for them but also to their fans. This could be a disaster.”

“And if it isn’t a disaster, our boy groups won’t have to worry about not conversing with someone the opposite sex, and Y/n won’t have to deal with as many creepy male fans.” Your boss seemed sure of himself.

“I’ll do it.”

You looked over to Jake who had seemingly relaxed, his eyes focused on the PowerPoint, which now displayed photos of the protest trucks, and now things that were said about you from after the fanmeet. You didn’t want to read them, so you looked down.

“Y/n?” Your boss called up to you, you looked up and saw he was ushering a pen and paper, another contract. You read it over carefully, making sure it was everything he just went over. At the bottom of the page, you saw Jake had already signed it. When you looked over to him, he was looking at you, almost like the same way he did back when you were 16.

You grabbed the pen and signed it. If this is what protected you, and hopefully other people, then you might as well. How bad could this really be?

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a/n: i think i maybe made this chapter a little too intense for a romcom :( i really blame the minecraft music in the background! i couldn't help it! anyways, i really embarrassed myself in my online bio class so that's nice :( i also have a quiz tomorrow AND LITERALLY AN EXAM ON MONDAY! I FEEL SICK! i also have a doctors appointment tomorrow and i am really nervous. its for something that has been bothering me for the past couple years and i am just now getting looked at. so i am very scared, i will be okay though :0 i am posting this chapter the tomorrow morning so in the future lol. i hope tomorrow morning jayjay is feeling okay! anyways, remember to eat well today, i have been lacking in that department and need to get better at it.