#sag-sims

[presidentalpaca]

reminder that EA is still a struck company

in light of the sims 1 & 2 re-release, i wanna make sure others know that SAG AFTRA has requested that nothing be purchased from EA until they negotiate and come to a contract agreement with the union.

you can check this page for more info and any news updates that come up. when the contract is voted on by union members, there will likely be notices here and on sag aftra's social media.

[fanaskher]

He knows you're watching...

[nakasumi-sims]

As of posting this, tomorrow, July 26th 2024 at 12:01 am, there is a SAG-AFTRA strike that is starting against 10 major game companies, one of which being EA.

This is caused by the union being against these companies trying to force AI and having no protections in place with its use.

So simmers, definitely don't be buying any packs or getting Lovestruck EP (it's ok if you already did. This is brand new news as of 2 hours of making this post)

[simvanie]

7 Sins Legacy - generation 4 (pride)

Supriya and Rohan spent a sunny summer afternoon eating cupcakes uptown. They flirted with each other most of the time and Rohan officially asked Supriya to be his girlfriend.

[seauxsims]

[doerot]

EAs pissed me off enough I'm downloading all the packs I passed up on after midnight on my schools wifi

[simxess]

Winter's birthday

As the music thumped and the laughter grew louder in Winter’s apartment, Anthony slipped away from the group. He returned a moment later, holding a bouquet of roses he’d managed to hide earlier.

“Win,” he called, pulling her attention away from the conversation she was having with Ivy. She turned, her eyes widening as she saw the flowers.

“Happy birthday,” he said, stepping closer. “You deserve more than this, but it’s a start.”

She grabbed the roses and pulled him into a warm hug.

The embrace lingered, and when they pulled back, their lips met in a tender kiss.

The party around them faded as they got lost in their own moment.

Before long, their quiet appreciation for each other led them to the bedroom, leaving the rest of the group to continue the night.

The next morning, the apartment was a picture of post-party chaos.

Empty shot glasses and snacks were scattered around, and Ivy and Evelyn were sprawled out on the couches, fast asleep.

Stretching with a satisfied sigh, Winter replayed the events of the night in her mind. Her birthday had been perfect—fun, love, and memories that would last forever.

Anthony groaned beside her, rubbing his temples. “I think I had one too many shots,” he muttered.

Beginning I Previous

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[norrisainz33]

the call || platonic grid & gr63

☆ summary: y/n y/l/n gets a call up to race for alpine with 6 races left in the 2024 season and she’s got something to prove.

☆ pairing: platonic!grid x crush!george russell x rookie!female!reader

☆ fc & warnings: no fc. some hate comments and poor grammar on my end

☆ a/n: i was inspired by franco and liam getting called up to race for the remainder of the season and here we are. no hate to este bestie, just pretending dw. this is not supposed to be accurate to exactly how things have been playing out. smau mixed with writing!!

part 2 | part 3

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f1: 🚨 breaking: y/n y/l/n will be racing under the number 95 for alpine for the remainder of the 2024 season alongside pierre gasly. y/n’s first race will be the united states grand prix. this is the first time since 1992 that a woman has raced in a grand prix format - this will be a historic weekend.

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user1: this is the best thing to ever happen to me you don’t understand

pierregasly: ready to attack the rest of the season with you ynuser!!

ynuser: here’s to a strong finish 💪🏻

alpinef1team: we can’t wait to have our girl on track!

user12: they really think a woman is going to be any better than what they had??? please….

user1: oh you are miserable. get out of here

georgerussell63: epic! ynuser i am so proud of you

ynuser: 🤍 see you in austin

user2: i can’t believe im witnessing a woman f1 driver in my life time. i am crying real tears of joy

landonorris: from our karting days to f1. you are amazing ynuser! looking forward to being on track with you

ynuser: so glad to be racing with you again lando 🤍

user3: this is monumental

user6: we got a woman in f1 before gta6

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you sat in silence staring down at the paperwork in front of you. everyone had long since left returning to their duties, allowing you to process what you had just been told. “it’s really happening,” you whispered feeling tears welling in your eyes. you were about to become an f1 driver - a real life f1 driver!! and no, not just a reserve driver who did nothing but the sim all day every day. your shoulders sagged as you blew out a sigh. “it was all worth it,” you thought back to the years of blood, sweat and tears put into racing — from leaving the comfort of your childhood home to go karting in europe, to watching your parents give up everything to make sure your dreams came true, to finding yourself in f1 academy where you won the championship, to fighting for a chance to race in f2 and becoming the only woman to finish in the points - you had given everything to this sport and you were finally getting your chance.

you picked up your phone and dialed your best friend. “y/n? hi! did you have your meeting yet?!”

“i’m going to drive the rest of the season,” you said softly.

“WHAT?!” your best friend practically screamed into the other end of the phone.

“i’m taking the second alpine seat!!! im going to be starting in austin.” the tears of happiness started falling now.

“oh my god y/n/n!!!! YOU DID IT BABY YOU DID IT!” you could hear your best friend jumping up and down in excitement.

“i did it.”

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user1: i can't explain to you how excited i am to see you on track this weekend y/n

pierregasly: jealous you got the media duties with the horses and not the american football team like i did.....

ynuser: HAHA idk why they didnt send us together

pierregasly: they knew our joint slay would be too much to handle

user7: as a young woman in a male dominated field... thank you for representing us. i love you and i am so proud of you

yourbff: my flight lands in exactly 1 hour and i am shaking with excitement

ynuser: if you think you're shaking with excitement you should see me... just got word im in the pre race press conference with george and max v......... pray for me girl

yourbff: okok we knew this was going to happen. of course they'll want to talk to you!! you're the new face on the grid

ynuser: is it bad to admit im afraid?

yourbff: admitting you’re afraid just means you’re human y/n. you're allowed to feel

ynuser: idk what i'd do with out you

yourbff: you'll never have to know! now go get ready!! i'll be there just in enough time to make the conference start.

yourbff: p.s your media day fit absolutely ate that dress and the cowgirl hat was lethal. f1 should be thanking you for being such a baddie

georgerussell63: howdy ms y/n

ynuser: howdy georgie --- see you at the press conference 🙂‍↔️

georgerussell63: looking forward to it

landonorris: NEIGHHHH

ynuser: lando?

landonorris: sorry was pretending to be one of those horses so you'd pay attention to me

ynuser: hahahahaha you muppet. ive missed you

landonorris: i missed you too y/n/n! believe it or not i miss fighting it out on track with you too. ready to smoke ya just like i did in our karting days

ynuser: i mean you are in a mclaren and have a lot of practice so id certainly hope you were faster than me

landonorris: well when you put it like that its not as fun.......

user9: bought an alpine hat and am bedazzling a shirt with your name on it as we speak

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the alpine pr team had wasted no time sitting you down as soon as you got to austin. they ran through what to expect from your media duties, how to respond to any and all questions that might be thrown your way and how to save face if needed but somehow as you sat down on the iconic white couch and looked out at the crowd of reporters forming in front of you, you felt all of that training start to fail you. the nerves were taking over as george and max took their spots to your right. you were thankful when the british driver gave you a reassuring smile and a slight nod letting you know it was ok.

"good afternoon and welcome to the 2024 united states grand prix!" the interviewer beamed at the camera before turning his attention to the three of you. "today we are joined by max verstappen, george russell and formula 1's newest driver, y/n y/l/n."

the interviewer started by asking max about the championship and how he was feeling about lando continuing to close the gap. you used that time to steady your breathing, knowing a question was headed your way at any moment. "y/n, first of all, i want to say congratulations!" the interviewer grinned and you smiled back. "you are coming into this season with only 6 races left and a rather tall order to get up to speed quickly for some points and fight for a seat on the grid in 2025. how are you feeling about it all?"

you sighed, relieved at an easy first question, "thank you! i'm trying to take it all in stride. it's definitely a tall order because these guys have had 19 races to get a feel for their cars, work with their teams, and solidify their standings… i'm going to have exactly one free practice to learn everything before heading into sprint qualifying and i think that puts me a little bit on the back foot. though, i am more confident than ever that i can pull out some points and finish this season strong for alpine."

the interviewer nodded along intently as you spoke, "do you think being the first female in formula 1 since 1992 also puts you a bit on the back foot?"

this. this was the type of question you were dreading. you knew what it was like to be questioned about your skills purely because you were a woman, it had been happening throughout your entire life but that didn't mean it still didn't get to you. you picked your mic back up but before you could say anything into it, george was already speaking, "i don't think thats a fair question to ask. her being a woman has nothing to do with her racing, let us not forget that she is here for a reason. y/n has an incredibly impressive resume and i'd be happy to recite it for you if you need the reminder."

*george fcking russell. the man that you are* you thought as a smirk formed on your face. "thank you george," you said managing to keep your voice steady as you continued, "i don't think being a woman puts me on the back foot at all. it's 2024 - i think we're past the point of asking questions like this. I may be the first woman in way too long to race in a grand prix but i certainly will not be the last." you put the microphone down, daring the interviewer to say something in return but instead he turned his attention back to max and kept it there for the remainder of the session which you weren't mad about at all.

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ynuser: p9 baby!!!!!! i scored two points!!!! cota - thank you for the love and for an incredible first weekend in formula 1. i will never forget you 🤍

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user9: best weekend of my life!!!! first gp i’ve ever been to and i got to meet you at the fan zone!! i couldn’t have asked for more

alpinef1team: try not to say goat challenge failed

ynuser: 🤍🩷

user10: i sobbed watching you cross the line

pierregasly: points points points points

ynuser: you next bestie!!

pierregasly: we’re going to both score big this triple header i just know it

user13: i love how these two have become instant friends. i hope alpine doesn’t split my family up in abu dhabi

user44: history - we’re watching you make history

francisca.cgomes: i don’t think you understand how attached i am to you now y/n

ynuser: and i don’t think you understand how much i love you kika. legally you have to come to all the rest of the races please and thank you

francisca.cgomes: for you? done!

pierregasly: um? hello?

ynuser: im sorry p.. look away

yourbff: i have no words. i love you more than life itself

ynuser: i love you - thank you for being there

landonorris: statement MADE

ynuser: 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

georgerussell63: i’m so proud of you im about to openly weep

ynuser: we can openly weep together

carlossainz55: congrats y/n!

ynuser: thank you carlos 🤍

francolapinto: viva y/n!

ynuser: viva franco!

lewishamilton: 🤍🤍

ynuser: 🩷🩷

user15: noticing so many of the drivers here supporting her is everything

user4: and the fact that so many of them are praising her efforts and talking so highly of her in interviews 🥹

user15: everyone loves her (except for the rbr duo, did you see her and checo having words after that race?)

user4: omg yeah grandpa was pissed but honestly he’s probably just worried she’s going to take his seat

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user9: pretty, talented, smart … you’re the whole package

landonorris: hell yeah it does. the car will be here in about an hour! meet us in the lobby?

ynuser: yes!! assuming we shouldn’t come down too early since we run the risk of people being down there?

landonorris: yeah, no more than 5 mins before

user10: hottest person on the grid no doubt

georgerussell63: blimey i’m excited

ynuser: me too! i need a drink after this weekend

georgerussell63: you better get used to it y/n! this is your life now

ynuser: and i’m glad it is 🤍

user14: i think i have a crush on you

oscarpiastri: hi

ynuser: hi oscar!! did lando send you the details for tonight?

oscarpiastri: yes he did!

pierregasly: me and kika are ready to GO

ynuser: me and y/bff are too! let’s get this party started

user11: keep this momentum going into mexico y/n!!

user4: we needed a chronically online it girl in this sport so bad im so glad you’re here

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george poured you another glass of champagne as you giggled, "i should really be sick of champagne by now but i don't know that i ever will be."

"well thats good y/n/n! you're going to be drinking a lot more of it soon enough," george said loud enough that you could hear him over the music. the club was packed with more people than you would've expected for sunday evening especially a sunday evening in texas but here you were in a packed club chugging champagne with old and new friends. oscar, lily, carlos, rebecca, lando, george, pierre, kika, franco, charles and alex all came out with you and y/bff and you were honestly a bit shocked by the turn out. though you should've known that lando and george were not going to let you celebrate by yourself.

you had grown up with the two of them on the karting track and you even managed to be in f2 in the same year george won the championship. they meant a lot to you -- you looked up to them since the start so to have their unwavering support now that you made it to f1 meant more than you could express. none of this was going to be easy but being surrounded by a strong support system would make it a lot less painful.

you smiled up at george as he downed the last bit of his cocktail, intently watching as the last little bit dripped from the side of his mouth. you took a big gulp reminding yourself of the room of people around you. that was another thing that was around since your karting days... your massive crush on george. while you both had seen other people between now and then, there was no doubt that it was still alive and well. but as far as that was concerned, it was a bit of a one sided crush. it's not that george had ever told you outright that he wasn't interested, you just never had the guts to tell him and he only ever made one move and has been ignoring that it happened since. the closest you two ever got to something more than friends was the night after he won the f2 championship. you two were inseparable during that season so when he asked you to come with him back to his hotel room after his massive party, you didn't think twice about it. you two flopped down onto the bed with your takeaway meal fresh in front of you and the tv turned on to some animated movie you couldn't remember the name of. george was sitting close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of his body from where he gently was resting against yours. "y/n/n," he whispered causing you to look up at him, "i love you." you smiled, having heard him say this many times.. he was your best friend after all. "I love you too!" you responded and before you could process what happened, his lips were on yours. and unfortunately for you, thats about where that ended. george realized what he was doing and absolutely panicked, begged you to forgive him and to not talk about it again so thats what you did. but on nights like this one, where he was looking fine as ever... it was hard not to long for him.

"helllooooooo earth to y/n!!!" lando almost shouted pulling you out of your thoughts.

"yes, yes! hi!" you rolled your eyes taking the drink out of his hand.

the rest of the night passed in a blur of celebrations, laughs and champagne. things were looking up and you couldn't be more excited for what the future held for you. you had done it. your dream had come true.

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alpinef1team: 1 down. 2 to go. mexico city, here we come!

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a/n: omg if you made it this far... thank you for reading!!! likes and reblogs are massively appreciated. i'm thinking of making this a series with y/n racing in the last few races of the season. if you liked this, let me know so i can judge if this will get a part 2!! much love 🫶🏻

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[fleurre]

CRAVING ATTENTION ⊹ ﹒ 엔하이픈

the things they do when they want your attention

ft. enha x f!r genre fluff, est rel, pouty and clingy boys warnings pda, kissing, slight jealousy, mentions of drinking and partying in hee’s one ( 1506 )

suki’s note .. i will be travelling this week so here's a cute fic before i go, feedback is much appreciated >ᴗ<

LEE HEESEUNG

he has been watching you from a distance for the past few minutes, staring in a trance as you talked and laughed with your friends.

maybe it was the alcohol in his system acting up, but he couldn’t stop the flutter in his chest when he saw a smile gracing your lips. he knew it was selfish of him to want to pull you away from your friends, and kiss you until the makeup you spent hours perfecting becomes smudged all over.

but his legs seemed to work on their own accord, and he found himself making his way over to you through the crowd.

he swung an arm around your shoulder when he reached you, making you stumble backwards, straight into his arms. “sorry ladies.” he said to your friends, but the smile on his face was anything but apologetic.

before you could react, he had already turned around, whisking you away from your friends.

“hee?” your brows were furrowed as you tried to decipher his actions. reaching up to hold his hand that was hanging on your shoulder. “what’s wrong?”

he tilted your chin up with his hand, “nothing.” he murmured, leaning down into you. he was so close that even under the dim lighting of the party, you could see the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“i just wanted the attention of the most gorgeous person in the room.” 

PARK JONGSEONG

“what are you doing?” jay grumbled, his voice raspy from having just woken up.

it was endearing to see him in this state, his hair slightly tousled from his sleep, with a yawn escaping his lips. “what does it look like?” you looked up with a small smile, before turning your attention back to the stove in front of you. “i’m making us breakfast.”

you had expected a different reaction from your boyfriend, one where he wasn't frowning and sulking at the sight of you cooking, trying to surprise him with a breakfast in bed.

just as you were about to ask him why he seemed to be in such a bad mood, jay made his way over to you. without a single word, his arms wrapped around you from the back, his face resting on your shoulder as he leaned into you.

“don’t do that again.” he mumbled, his arms tightened around your waist.

you turned to him, tilting your head in confusion. “don’t ... make you breakfast?”

“don’t make me wake up to an empty bed.” he said quietly, burying his face into your neck. “you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

SIM JAEYUN

he was leaning his head on your shoulder as you chatted away with your friend on the phone.

one of his hands was intertwined with yours, the other drawing circles on your arm absentmindedly. he didn’t care that his arm was starting to feel numb from how long you had been resting against it, but he was starting to sulk from the lack of attention he was getting.

“babe.” he lifted his head, resting his chin on top of your shoulder in hopes of getting your attention.

you didn’t reply, opting to give his hand a light squeeze before continuing your conversation with your friend.

“babe?” he tried again, and this time, he leaned over you, one hand reaching over to the other side of the couch, trapping you in his arms. his bottom lip stuck out in a feeble complaint, staring straight at you with a frown.

you finally pulled the phone away from your face, smiling a little as you squished his cheeks together. “what’s with the pout?” you asked with an amused laugh.

“it’s nothing.” jake’s shoulders sagged in defeat, burying his face into your shoulder. you’ve been dating him for long enough to know that he was sulking, so you slowly ran your hand through his hair. “give me five more minutes.”

jake looked up at you, a grin now plastered on his face, “promise?”

you nodded, kissing the tip of his nose. “promise.”

PARK SUNGHOON

your online meeting has been extended for an hour, and sunghoon was getting more and more restless by the second.

he initially thought that he could have you all to himself for the rest of the day, only for your stupid meeting to run overtime. not to mention, he had already used up all his valid excuses to bother you in hopes of getting just a fraction of your attention: brewing you a cup of tea, handing you pens and paper that you didn’t even need, and even trying to clean your desk while you worked.

and now he was standing by the door, arms crossed over his chest as he stared daggers into the pixelated video of your boss, who was soaking up all your attention that should have been on him.

making up his mind, he walked back over to you, making sure to stay out of frame. he sat down on the floor beside your chair, resting his head against your thigh.

you looked down in surprise, and you had to suppress a laugh when you saw him huddled up next to you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. biting your lip to hide your smile, you reached down, intertwining your hand with his.

sunghoon hummed in satisfaction. maybe this wasn’t that bad after all.

KIM SUNOO

sunoo thinks he might be cursed.

the rare day that he has no scheduled events, is the very same day you had a full day of work.

he was already in a grumpy mood when he woke up to an empty apartment, though the cute note you left on the fridge did make him smile a little, he soon became bored out of his mind.

it was as if time was passing by agonisingly slowly, tormenting him.

he texted you so much during the day that you had to mute his notifications so you wouldn’t get distracted during a meeting. and when the front door finally opened, signalling your arrival home, he hugged you so tightly if knocked the air out of your lungs.

“sunoo!” you groaned after he practically collided into you.

“you not allowed to go anywhere.” he huffed out, his voice muffled by your shirt.

you held onto him, needing to waddle like a penguin to get into your house. “sorry, babe.” you whispered, cupping his face and kissing him lightly.

he still stared at you with an unhappy frown, but all it took was another kiss for a smile to return to his face.

“we’re cuddling all night long.”

you hummed in acceptance. “all night long.”

YANG JUNGWON

you had been studying all afternoon for your upcoming exams, and being the supportive boyfriend he is, jungwon had been checking up on you from time to time, cutting up fruits for you and refilling your water bottle.

he didn’t want to distract you when you were focused, and he knew how important the exams were to you. but he felt his self-restraint crumble slowly, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his arms, and to feel the comforting warmth of your touch.

so when you kissed him on the cheek to thank him for refilling your water again, he took the opportunity. his hand reached for your jaw, turning you back to him and pressing his lips against yours.

“wonie!” you laughed as you broke away, hitting him on the chest lightly.

he smiled in satisfaction, his lips still ghosting yours, wanting more.

“you need a break.” he murmured before pulling you in for yet another kiss, smiling against your lips when he felt you give in, your hands reaching up to cup his cheek.

“come on, you deserve a break.” he urged softly, tugging your arm to pull you away from your desk and into his arms. “let’s watch that show you wanted to watch.”

NISHIMURA RIKI

“riki! stop!” you laughed, trying to push your much larger boyfriend away from you to no avail.

“nu-uh.” he shook his head, refusing to move an inch as he laid on top of you. he pried the remote control away from your hand and tossed it to the other side of the couch. “you've been watching that drama all day long.”

you pouted at him. “i'm almost done!”

“why obsess over a drama when you have a real, handsome boyfriend right here?” he asked, hoping you wouldn't notice the slight whine in his voice.

you chuckled, brushing his fringe away from his eyes. “i never said you weren't handsome.”

riki squinted at you, “so, do you think i'm more handsome than them?”

“of course!”

your immediate response and the sincerity in your voice took him by surprise, and the tips of his ears turned a light shade of red as he looked away.

“are you getting shy?” you teased.

“no.” he interjects quickly, though the redness that now spread to his cheeks begged to differ.

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ENHYPEN MEMBERS AS WANNABE GANGSTERS IN HIGHSCHOOL || wc: 0.7k || genre: full crack —

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Lee Heeseung:

- The leader of the group

- would def be sagging half of the time and wear a cap(backwards) like his life depends on it.

- Probably flirts with the teacher or tries talking to them in different languages to impress them

- COOLEST BAGGY FITS EVER

- 100% wears a Nike elite bag and steals those rubber band things from other ppl

- Has fake AirPods because he dropped his real ones in the sewers for a thirst trap (pls tell me u get that one TikTok trend)

- Will act like he owns the school but shuts up the second he sees his favourite teacher(the coach of the basketball team) REST OF THE MEMBERS BELOW!

Park Jongseong:

- wear sunglasses indoors

- If he goes to a school where they’re required uniforms with ties, he’ll wear his loosely and play with it whenever he’s speaking

- Hands are always in his pockets. Playing basket? One hand on the ball, other in his pocket. Running after the bus? Hands in his pockets.

- Will religiously wear Jordan 4s and TNs

- His “illegal” activity is selling candy from his garage at extreme prices

- Prob buys and resells phones/electronics aswell atp

Sim Jaeyun:

- NIKE TECH GLAZER

- Prob has his hand in his pants at all times

- Will only talk in gang language (fuh yuh mean yuh ain’t goin’ tuh ma’ game t’night?)

- Will be licking his lips inbetween each syllable when speaking

- Soccer/Football fan

- Will defend his favourite player like his life depends on it (prob has a fan page too)

- His entire reposts and social media r about the player too

- When him and the gang are making plans for their next gangster operation, he’ll write it all in some dog themed notebook

Park Sunghoon:

- Doesn’t talk much but when he does it’s pure insults and sarcasm with his voice still low

- Always chewing gum or sucking a lollipop (he pretends the lollipop is a cigar)

- Always wearing his hood and rather go to the office than take it off

- Stays on his phone all the time(he’s on the weather app)

- Will probably sit in his car during lunch when his friends aren’t at school so that he doesn’t look lonely

Kim Sunoo:

- Born to “Annyeonghaseyo! :3 >w<!!!!$#^.^” forced to “Ok?🙄”

- Definitely gets into random fights and makes huge discussions in class

- Will make fun of the younger grades

- Yells at the teachers just to waste time in class but ends up getting detention instead

- I feel like sunoo would be the type to be goofy but then cocky at the same time..

- randomly goes up to people and starts dissing them

Yang Jungwon:

- OMG HEAR ME OUT wears his bag on one shoulder.

- Like sunghoon, always has a lollipop in his mouth, always munching on something. You’ll see him like doraemon just spawning goodies out of his bag in class

- Always in the office for random reasons

- Biggest prankster ever (Niki is too mysterious for that now)

- Try hard in PE class and throws a fit when he gets into a bad team and will start mumbling to himself

Nishimura Riki:

- His headphones are stuck to his head

- Will walk in some goofy ahh Roblox slender way with his back arched and hands in his pockets

- Tries to be mysterious then slip on ice when it’s winter

- Forces a Toronto or British accent..

- Has one hyper fixation and never shuts up about it.

- ALWAYS drinking a monster energy drink

[penig]

If it came out after only nine months it would have been a hot mess and incredibly disappointing. Despite being the middle of a trilogy, Across the Spiderverse is fantastic - complex, nuanced, and mind-bending, with every single element (animation, backgrounds, character design, writing of course, music, everything) bearing some part of the load. The animation of Hobie alone must have taken a long time to conceive and make work, completely separate from the physical process of producing animation. The bar for the next movie has been set absurdly high, and rushing it would bring that bar crashing down. Possibly with fatalities.

WIN !

[hollyhomburg]

Prey Animals (10)

—  Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Bts x reader

—  Genre: Omegaverse, Mafia au, Polyamory au, Found family, Suspense, Eventual Smut, enemies to friends to lovers, Healing & Themes of trauma,

—  Summary: In a world where Beta's are rare, valuable, and often have more than one pack; Beta Min Yoongi does everything he can to keep his mafia heritage a secret from his primary pack. Little does he know he's not the only one who's living a double life.

—  Words: 5.6k

—  Warnings: Violence, drugs, murder, mafia shit, hurt/comfort, controlling relationships, implied spousal abuse,

—  Check in at the end for my notes on this chapter! — 

(105 days before, Yoongi)

Yoongi slides the new phone out of the case gently, undoing the packaging with a loud crinkle.

He’s set up on the kitchen table in the cottage. It’s morning and the coffee is half gone in the pot and fresh rings on the wood, chipped at the side. The tv left on just to keep the silence from grating. The first thing he does with the new phone is take off the back, fussing with the screws before he pops off the metal membrane. It takes a bit of force. Clatters to the floor in the process.

Yoongi leans over, taking in the dust bunnies under the table. Fingers skimming the gouges on the floor. Gouges he hadn’t noticed before. Who knows what they’re from. There are filled bullet holes in the bathroom, tiles that are shattered at one edge. If there has been violence here. It’s been plugged over with wood filler and spackle.

Yoongi picks it up and returns to the task at hand.  

It’s not just a new model, it’s the newest model. If it’s bugged, there’s nothing immediately concerning about it in the wiring behind the backing. It doesn’t heat up too fast or have any suspicious battery discharge. He lets it charge and go to empty before he pops the sim card home.

You can never be too sure.

He’d found it conveniently dropped off at his front door with a thank you not from the Ahn family after yesterday’s evening round of text messages had gone unanswered. The pathway and driveway shoveled from snow too. The first snow of the season makes the city fall to almost a standstill. But he’s glad to spend the morning uncalled on at the cottage, even if the silence makes Yoongi uncomfortable, so use to the thrum and puppy pell mell of the pack tumbling all over each other in the morning. Unused to being able to hear the slight prick of snow falling outside and the damp dullness of winter without a hand to hold.

He busies himself with cleaning up and making little changes around the house. Happy to have something for his hands to do and ease his mind. Like fixing a squeaky door and righting one of the cabinets that have sagged, making it flush with all the others.

How the family figured out his phone was sabotaged; Yoongi has no idea.

The phone is just another bribe in a long list of them, his house is littered with other similar gifts. Most lay unattended in the doorway. A thick breasted coat from Burberry, a pair of Testoni shoes, a shotgun sitting by the door, the barrel already full of bullets tied with a bow. He’d also gotten a kilo of cocaine, bricked up already, but that he’d barely paused before flushing that down the toilet.

This phone came with a gentle invitation for dinner. Another one that cannot be skipped. He’s booked and busy for the next few weeks. Yoongi opens the phone unsurprised to find it littered with no fewer than 400 contacts, meticulously labeled, Every single eligible alpha for succession, the heads of house and their wives and husbands.

The Ahns oldest and head of house is favorited, already added as Yoongi’s emergency contact. Yoongi scoffs. At least he knows who to put on do not disturb.

But there is one contact, down there near the very bottom. Yoongi clicks it.

Yoongi thinks there’s a lot of reasons why he’s still thinking about you now, even days later, maybe it’s because there’s finally someone here like him, someone who doesn’t revel in the bloodshed or find satisfaction in the law breaking and mayhem that the family causes behind closed doors. Maybe it’s the draw of survival, of having someone nearby who’s as fucked over as he is.

It’s just because she’s pretty, and you can’t resist a project. A voice that sounds like Seokjin’s teasing whispers in his ear. As if, Yoongi replies, because daydreams are as close to the pack that he gets these days. It will take more than a pretty girl to tempt me. He says, mentally, conveying his response to Seokjin. Precisely 216.1 miles away.

He’s going a little bit crazy; can you get withdrawal symptoms from people? How has it already been two weeks since he held them? Since he touched them? The pack. Yoongi feels their absence like a dull ache, the touch-starved-ness turning his skin sensitive and the thoughts in his mind loud without another person to talk too. Is Yoongi losing his voice? Or is he just losing his mind cooped up here?

Maybe it’s because you’ve left your scarf here. The one you used to tie up your hair. Right now, it hangs on the other chair.

Yoongi does not know what to do with it. He leaves it in the kitchen, put it in the pocket of his coat to give you then next time he sees you- but then he might lose it. He puts it on his bedside table, hangs it from the doorknob. He spends a lot of time, more time than he realizes, looking at it while he eats, while he drinks, while he contemplates reaching out to the pack to let them know that he’s alright, that he’s alive. To at least let them know that he’s not coming back- at least not any time soon.

Yoongi wonders if they’ll even want him back after all of this, or if leaving without saying anything will be too much of a betrayal to stomach.

It’s a good thing that the cities snowed in today, otherwise Yoongi might be tempted to accept the Ahns invitation just to quiet his thoughts. He can use the weather as an excuse, more suitable than his disinterest. He spends his morning dodging requests for meetings formal and informal. Turning down casual invites unwanted however polite they might be. Yoongi takes this as a moment of reprieve, a free day and evening.

The snow keeps falling. Covering his driveway in one inch, two, then three.  

In the meantime, Yoongi explores the cottage, taking note of everything that needs to be fixed. It’s better than wallowing.

It’s a bit of a surprise that the last beta and the late Don turned the safe house into something of a love nest. There’s still an ‘I love you’ sticky note stuck to the yellow fridge and more notes left in the junk drawer. And it makes a discomfort rise in his chest so thick. He takes the note off the fridge and puts it in a small side drawer full of rubber bands so that he doesn’t have to look at it.

It’s one of the things that makes him pick up his phone and text- not anyone from his pack (that’s too risky). But you.

Maybe you’re doomed, but that doesn’t mean that Yoongi can’t try and make it a little bit better. He types out his message after staring at your contact for a few minutes. Hitting send before he can consider if self-preservation is a virtue or a fault. 

--- (11:12am): Let me know if you want to go out again somewhere you probably know the city better than me at this point and I’d love to see it again.

It’s pitiful. Absolutely pitiful. A flimsy excuse at best. But maybe removing you from your husband’s presence for just a few hours will make a difference. Yoongi’s fucked but maybe you aren’t quite yet. You remind Yoongi of himself just before he left. So uncomfortable and alone. Obviously so ill-suited for this life.

His text remains unanswered, but that's okay. He didn’t expect you to get back to him right away.

He fixes the burner on the stove that hasn’t lit in years and locates a screw gun and some screws for more of the cabinets. Witling away the hours with hard work and his hands.

Yoongi decides he does actually like the cottage. Likes it- because its honestly been years and years since he’s lived in anything close to a house and not an apartment. Sure, the doorways are drafty and it’s not pretty on the outside but there is a certain peace in shuffling to and fro at the little coffee station, in sitting in the old chair in the corner or sitting at the small two-person table to eat his shitty take out.

Without anyone to cook for, Yoongi finds he’s lost his taste for it.

It’s hard to want to cook, when Seokjin’s not there with a bit of witty banter to cut the loneliness, and the pups aren’t there to beg for slices of carrot or nibbles of chicken. When Hoseok’s not there to fuck with the playlist and Namjoon’s not sitting nearby reading. Keeping a close eye on the movements of the pack. Always watching from the corner of his eye. A presence both protective and watchful.

It’s hard not to daydream about the pack, and harder still not to give into the temptation to think about them. Yoongi fingers the rotten edge of a window picking out old spray foam insultation and daydreams about maybe getting a house for them one day, big enough for all of them.

Fucking Christ, it’s only been two weeks.

He thinks that the rest of the pack would like it. They wouldn’t even have to get a new house because Yoongi would love to learn how to fix it up himself. He’s always been the handyman of their pack, how hard can it really be? Yoongi is already used to replacing faucets and fixing strips of floor that Jungkook accidently breaks when he drops his dumbbells. He’s extended the legs of every one of Tae's bookshelves (and Tae has a lot of bookshelves). Everything else can’t be that hard, right? 

Yoongi would never say it, but he likes being helpful. Feeling useful. He likes the affectionate looks he gets from Seokjin and Namjoon when he fixes the leaky faucet for the third time that month. The short pets to his hair or the pecks to his cheek in reward are reminiscent of early happy times when their shitty apartment’s maintenance men couldn’t be trusted not to say anything around Seokjin. When everything felt too dangerous, and their little box felt like the only safe corner of the world. Their own corner of the universe, an ecosystem too delicate to alter.

If he owned this house and wanted to stay in this city- he’d add on a second story and change out the striped wallpaper. He’d fix the cabinets in the kitchen and take off the shutters outside and refinish them. Maybe he’d add on a small addition out front too. They wouldn’t have to be big rooms maybe just a small writing room and library for Tae. He’d cut out the old rotten windows and add more to look out onto the garden because Hoseok’s always complaining about the lack of natural light in their apartment. He could add sunrooms and skylights and re-do the squeaky floorboards. He thinks the wood is pine, Namjoon would know.

He contemplates calling his alpha, his heart giving a pang of grief before he thinks better of it and leaves his phone on the small table. Before he panics and realizes, his number, and all the packs, disappeared when his phone got destroyed. They don’t have his number anymore, and he doesn’t have theirs. Yoongi checks the contacts but- there not there. His knuckles go white, gripping the phone so hard.

He doesn’t even have a fucking picture. The whole pack has social media but-

Maybe it’s safer this way. The temptation is removed. And Yoongi has no one.

Grief consumes him for a moment as he flops on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. When he closes his eyes, he can almost smell the scent of the pack on the air. Can almost imagine it in vivid detail. Maybe if Yoongi closes his eyes and wishes hard enough, he’ll open them back up and they’ll all be there, he’ll be at the apartment again. And all of this, his whole life and most of his adolescences, will just disappear.

His hands tighten in the sheets, and it’s like they’re here with him. Curled up close in this queen bed, too small for the seven of them. They’d have to press close to fit. Two people would have to lie on top.

Most of this visit has been too stressful for him to even think of them. But now he aches and aches and aches, like grief is a plant that’s taken home in his chest, prying open his ribs with its greedy roots. Searching for enough motivation to damn the consequences to hell and just reach out- 

No. Yoongi cannot. No. Even if it hurts him- he cannot put them in harm’s way.

How many days had he taken their easy affection for granted? How many kisses had he let slip by uncounted? He’d die just to hear Jin’s laugh again. Yoongi’s body burns with the need for his packmates. Burns a little as he blinks back a stinging in his eyes that has nothing to do with the dusty interior of the cottage.

He sighs out a heavy breath, thinking of a future. An impossible one. The 7 of Them, pups maybe, in a house somewhere that Yoongi could build with his own two hands. He imagines a life without any of this. Without any hidden documents or covert meetings. Without any fancy clothes or blood money, without any body bags or secrets.

His dreams smell of innocence and soft cotton, sugar on the air and ice-cream before dinner.

But it’s a useless pursuit; the wishing. Yoongi cannot change where he is right now. He laughs at the ceiling, pipe dream smoking and sputtering out. It echoes in the empty house, dark with no one to flicker the light on as night descends. Shooting stars die out in the vastness of space, wishes make no difference.  

Getting his pack back again, owning his own house, and having the money to re-do it is something that’s completely out of reach. Yoongi has no money without the family, Yoongi has no real career either. Surviving this unscathed, is a dream so very far away.

Yoongi puts his odds at being able to leave this at 50%, maybe 60% if he’s lucky. Maybe he’ll get a cool scar out of it. Maybe he’ll get one like Geumjae. But that only brings up bad ideas in his head, because there is one person whose odds of getting out of this unharmed are next to nothing at best. In the single digits if he looks on the bright side of things.

His eyes stray, looking at that damn silk scarf.

It moves, from kitchen to the doorknob, from the bathroom hung out, pressed clean. Heaped and red. He’d taken extra care to press it. He can’t remember the last time he actually tried to use an iron, but he’d removed most of the wrinkles without letting the silk burn.

What a funny thing doom is; it’s as close to a string of fate as people like you can get. Your destruction, your fates are mutually assured. Yoongi is doomed to a life at the next Don’s side, and you are doomed to a life next to your husband.

If Geumjae has his way, both of you will be inexorably tied together for eternity. You’re both fucked.

He wonders what you’re doing right now. The only person in the gang who’s as trapped as he is. The only person who’s like him. Maybe you’re looking up at the ceiling of your bedroom like he is and hoping for a different world and better odds. He wonders if you’re wishing too. What you do like best for your wishes? First stars, eyelashes, or dandelions?

Your bedroom has to be nicer than his, he knows the family brownstone is something out of a museum.

Geumjae inherited their families’ wealth when their parents died as well as their childhood home (if you could even call it that.) Geumjae got it all, its fine crown molding, copper ceilings from the gilded age and similarly golden. The house is large even if it is a brownstone technically, it practically takes up half a city block. Yoongi wonders if you’ve discovered the servants quarters upstairs, what their parents had turned into a playroom and a saferoom- one staircase in and one staircase out. All the hidden passageways.

He wonders what Geumjae has done to the house in his absence. If he’s renovated it into some mockery of modernity with galvanized steel and dark peined windows. The house that you’re no doubt trapped in just like Yoongi was growing up. 

Sometimes Yoongi’s daydreams get so vivid it’s hard to tell what’s real and what isn’t.

The idea of a beta wanting a house and a place to stay is a ridiculous dream, and yet- Yoongi dreams it anyway. He dreams of navy-blue rooms with delicate floral wallpaper and floor-to-ceiling windows and skylights so big that he could watch the snowfall through the world.

He dreams that that he’s lying there, beneath the skylight. Dozing in his bed, half asleep. He dreams he’s somewhere else. Stretched out on some large fur white as the snow and shaggy soft against his fingertips. There’s someone next to him reclining nude just like he is. Bare beneath a stolen stretch of powder blue sky. Blue and white and flesh tone. The fur beneath them is warm, shields them both from the cold.

It's a very very good dream.

He blinks and the person curled up next to him changes with every flicker of his eyelids. One moment it’s Jimin, his blonde hair splayed out all pretty. The next Hoseok is pulling him in for sweet kisses, and then Jungkook lying belly down, eyes dark and glassy, looking at him like he does when the youngest gets all scent drunk and hazy. His smile boyish and lazy.

But then he keeps his eyes closed longer, aware of what he’s going to see when he opens them, that he won’t like it.

You are there stretched out on that carpet with him. Your eyes staring unblinking at him, so still. The white fur is wet, and when Yoongi looks, it’s no longer white but red. It’s not a fur at all, it’s just a pool of blood still warm.

Someone’s shot you between the eyes, and Yoongi feels the gun in his hands and tastes the powder on his teeth before he wakes from the nightmare with a start. 

He blinks back the wetness in his eyes and rubs furiously at them. The low winter sun has set outside already. Yoongi can see his breath in the air and when he walks to the windows, he finds the snow still falling. Hazy through the streetlights. He turns the heat on as high as he can make it. But it does nothing to thaw the icy feeling in his fingers.

When he looks down at his phone, he finds the notification there. It’s not a text at first, just a photo.

 They’re tarts? Or are they cakes? It’s hard to tell- they look sugary but sweet, dewy from some glaze and maybe crumbly. They look good, mouthwatering actually.

He remembers asking you the other night, just before you left. “What do you like to do anyway, plan parties? Shop? or is fancy jewelry and polite scheming your only hobby?”

Now he has his answer.

Mrs. Min (5:54 pm): Hope you’re staying warm. I’ve just made these, if you want to come over you can have some. You know where I’ll be.

Mrs. Min (5:54 pm): Geumjae’s not here. Won’t be back until late.

Yoongi forgets his gloves on the way out. Grabbing his jacket and leaving the cottage so quickly he forgets to lock up.

But he does not forget to put your scarf in his pocket this time.

~-~

Your and Geumjae’s house is just as Yoongi’s pictured it, a conflagration of old-time class and decadent furniture, touches here and there of on the nose modernity. Brocade and Kaws statues that must cost half a mil, expensive dark wood floors and fake plants in the corner.

If he looks too closely, he can still see hints of his parents. The downstairs powder room is still the same, styled in the same way that his mother decorated it when he was eight. The fancy sink is still the same one she imported from Italy. Apparently, cut from the same stone as statues of goddesses and gods. The marble imperfect- stained in places from lifetimes of use. The same coat rack that Yoongi’s father used sitting in the corner that holds only Geumjae’s collection of sharp Chanel coats.

The staff in the front room takes Yoongi’s jacket from him with a gentle, “Welcome back Mr.Min, it’s good to see you home.” Yoongi spends a few extra moments looking around as he changes into the house slippers provided for him. He doesn’t realize what he’s looking for until he doesn’t find it.

There is no evidence of you on the ground floor of the house, not a soft touch in the room that could hint that Geumjae even has a wife. Not even a hair tie on the marble floor. Not even a pair of shoes or coat by the door.

Yoongi’s jaw tenses. Teeth clenching behind his lips.

The staff here know better to be seen and not heard. They’re just finishing up their Wednesday cleaning. The whole house smells like ammonia and in places- bleach. The kitchen is a similar monster of modern touches and decadent tackiness. It’s fashioned in the Tuscan style, too much crown molding juxtaposed with clean edges and stainless steel. There is an industrial chefs kitchen in the back of the house for hosting family dinners. This one shows no sign of wear or use.

You are there at least, dressed more casually that Yoongi’s ever seen you and still- all your clothing is tight. A workout fit high at the neck and long at the wrists. The front of your dark shirt spotted with flour. The bruises on your face are healing, the makeup you wear is lighter. You don’t even need to use color corrector anymore. 

Someone must have taken out your stitches in the days since he’s seen you.

Yoongi takes one step into the kitchen, surely you must have heard him come in. But stops once the scent hits him.

Honey, delicate and sweet on the air assaults him, just like Jungkook’s scent.

Yoongi’s breath goes tight in his throat. You are wearing black oven mits to take the tray out of the oven. You raise your eyebrows at him in the doorway. Where Yoongi stands frozen like a statue.

“Are you alright?”

Yoongi steps closer, stumbling over the even floor. Hands hitting the counter. Eyes downturned at the pastries. “What are those?” he asks, the emotion makes his voice hushed. Rough. Maybe Yoongi really is losing his voice.

“Honey cakes.”

Yoongi blinks quick. Watching as you pop them out of the tray with a fork. Practiced. Like you’ve done it thousands of times. “They need to cool for a moment and then they get a honey drizzle, I’ve got the third batch in but-” Yoongi hears you speak through white noise, watching them, the steam rising on them from the baking tray. You don’t remark upon his silence. Everything is fine.

“After they cool, I’ve had tea set up in the drawing room.”

There are other things he should be saying, more conversation he should offer but instead, he’s looking at the honey cakes. They’re perfect little hexagons with delicately imprinted and honeycomb on top. They look so pretty, and they smell so good, but not better than they taste.

He doesn’t say anything, and you don’t expect him to as he starts eating them, a cup of black coffee in a teacup for him too after he’d declined the tea.

Fuck- he misses them so bad. Coffee like Namjoon, honey like Jungkook, the cream in the tea set Seokjin and the sugar on the table Hoseok.

Your rain scent sparks, distressed.

“Yoongi-” you clink your glass on the saucer, and it makes you both flinch. “Are you okay?” Yoongi does not meditate his scent back into his salty chocolate. He knows he smells like a typhoon, but he just can’t help it. He lets it hurt because there is no avoiding his guilt and pain at this. He eats one, then another, horking it down like a man starved.

He is a man starved.

“I’ll be alright.”

He eats, and you let him go without asking again. 

You’ve never known a beta before, but you get the feeling that no matter your prior expectations. Yoongi will exceed them.

The food fills the place in him where love should be. Outside the window in the stately garden sits with not a leaf or branch out of place. You’re similarly perfect, except for a single strand of hair that escapes its careful confines. In another world, Yoongi might tug all of your hair free from its pins. let it hang around your face pretty and wild. In another world, you would sit on the same side of the table and not a coffee table apart.

Your socked feet lay folded to the side, crossed at the ankles, pressing into the red carpet.

“These are-” he swallows, breathing. “-Very very good. Where did you learn to bake?”

You shrug, “no one taught me, I sort of just picked it up. I like sweets so-”

“Sweet tooth then? Do you know how to make any real food?” You scowl, puffing up, nibbling on just one of your honey cakes, Yoongi has eaten three in the time it’s taken you to eat just half of one. It bothers him, for some reason. It bothers him a lot.

 You narrow your eyes at him. “I bet you don’t even know how to fold egg whites correctly.”

“I bet you let bacon burn.”

It feels good to tease each other, and Yoongi’s scent goes chocolatey, just a little bit. It cuts the melancholy. Yoongi reaches for another honey cake.

“Do you know how to bake then?”

“No, but me and my pack omega, we usually cook for everyone.” Your finger skims the edge of your China teacup. Yoongi can see the darkness of the tea through the side. Herbal, dark and pink.

“What’s it like- having pack? Having more than one-” You break off, looking in the direction of the doorway, as if you’re worried Geumjae will enter. If speaking his name will summon him. “Packmate.”

Yoongi swallows his cup of coffee, thinking. For many houses in the family, multi person packs are considered too dangerous. You can only bite one person with a mating mark, you can only bond your soul to one other person- not two or three or six in Yoongi’s case. Your world relies on the mating marks to limit liability. Everywhere else multi person packs are sort of the norm these days, with alpha’s outnumbering omega’s and all and Beta’s being so scarce. Housing prices are expensive and so is childcare. Resources go farther when shared.

The only houses that have a ruling head of house with more than one packmate is the Moon family and the Lucchese’s, and they keep both of their packs under wraps or abroad were distance promises safety.

It’s just another rule that Yoongi is exempt from.

“It’s very loud, but-” Yoongi hesitates, thinking about what Geumjae had said barely a few days ago, about ulterior motives and pretty women. Thinks about how wrong he is. Your questions are so innocent. Your eyes so hopeful and earnest.

“It’s very nice, having many people to love and love you. Makes it easier.”

“Makes it easier for you to move around and go from pack to pack, like you need too- you mean?”

Yoongi doesn’t fault you for your assumptions, he knows he’s probably the only beta in the country that has only one pack, so Yoongi does not scold you just shakes his head. “No, I only have one pack,” Yoongi swallows, “besides this one, and between you and me fuck the family. It’s just this and them for me. I don’t need anything else.”

You sip your tea. “They’re all male, aren’t they?” Yoongi sighs but nods. Homogenous packs are much more common than mixed primary gender packs, most of the time when a male alpha meets a female omega, or when a female alpha meets a male omega- they tend to stay just a pair like you and Geumjae.

There is a collection of purple roses on the tea tray, from Moonbyul’s house the other night (although they look suspiciously fresh for that).

“You’re a good cook you know, even if you don’t know how to cook bacon.” Yoongi teases you to distract from the discomfort of your questions. You flush, substantially plied. No one has complimented your cooking in a long time, and something that feels a bit too much like pleasure lodges it’s self in your throat. So instead you nudge the plate of honey cakes.

“Really Geumjae probably won’t have any of them, you should eat as many as you want, take some home if you like them so much.” You both watch golden hour fade to blue. It feels nice to sit like this, maybe it’s not interesting. But it’s the companionship that you’ve both been craving.

“I will.” Yoongi eats another. Crumbs on his cheeks.  

“You got a new phone.” You say idlily, looking up at him from under your lashes, thick and dark.

“I did.” He folds his hands Infront of him, looking at you, sort of grinning, sort of rueful. “Lost my other one.”

Yoongi collects things about you like a child might collect small pretty stones, you like to bake, you know how to make maybe fifty different pastries. Most of which you promise to show Yoongi.

“If beauty is currency, I wonder how you view cookies?” Yoongi parrots the words you said the other day. Hopefully you won’t know how they’ve stuck in his head (like the rest of you and the little moments you’ve shared. The crisscross of the back of your corset, the red scarf in his pocket in the entry way. Still not returned to you. Yoongi collects them like keepsakes, shoved into the back of his mind, where they can’t cause any damage)

You snort into your tea, parrying his words. “If baking is less important than cooking, I wonder why you’ve eaten six of my honey cakes.” Yoongi puts his cup down, empty.

“I’d like to do this again, if you have the time for it.”

Your expression goes serious and your teacup clings in its saucer. Your hands are shaking. “Geumjae won’t like it.”

Yoongi’s hand goes across the table. Squeezing your knuckles in his. You go quiet and he stares you in the eyes, his gaze soft. This time you don’t glance away.

“Maybe we just won’t tell him.”

~-~

Yoongi stands in the doorway, and he knows it’s time to leave. Geumjae will be home in an hour and you have to make yourself presentable for dinner. This time Yoongi does not comment on that- your need to do your makeup.

Yoongi might like you- sticky cheeked from the honey cakes, a little better. You’re less unsteady. At least your cheeks seem more round now. Maybe he shouldn’t be suspicions of your thinness. Maybe he shouldn’t think things like that about practically strangers.

But you are not strangers, technically- you’re his family now. Through marriage and not by blood, not the same pack (so really it hardly matters) but family all the same.

Yoongi hesitates. “I’m sorry, for the other night, I should have been more careful to tie your corset back the same way that he tied it.”

You fail to meet Yoongi’s eyes. It’s the first time someone’s apologized to you in years, it feels so strange to hear it now, let alone from someone who looks so much like your husband.

“It’s okay, he-” Your eyes flash up to his. “He didn’t make it any worse than usual.”

“Make what worse?” he asks, but you dodge his question, helping him step into his jacket. Yoongi hovers in the doorway, waiting, prolonging his departure. Plunging his hands in his pocket. Feeling something silky smooth and cold to the touch. His eyes light up and he pulls your scarf out.

“You forgot this the other day.” Your hands hover on his, looking down it then up at him through your lashes. An indescribable expression on your face. “I would have brought it to dinner the other night, but I was worried about losing it.”

You pause, hesitating before you take it from him. Your fingers press against the pulse point at the inside of his wrist, beating steady and speeding up.

You smile. It’s the first time he’s seen you really smile, the kind that’s not fake and for the family, and his chest feels tight.

He can’t look away, won’t look away.

You tie it around his wrist like a bow. The same way he tied your corset shut. Your fingers are warm when they brush against the small but sensitive scent gland on the inside of his wrist. Chocolate blooms in the air, at odds with the honey. Yoongi breathes deep and doesn’t smell anything coming from you at all. No scent neither happy nor sad.

“There” you say, when the bow is pulled tight, letting his wrist go. Yoongi gently lowers it to his side. “Now you won’t lose it.”

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(Read the first Version of this story Here)

Notes:

-It’s absurd the amount that I think about these characters, like tell me why this whole time I think stuff like “yeah Yoongi is totally not the type of person to use punctuation in his text messages.”

- While editing the story this time around, I realized that having every one of the houses be Korean would not make much sense, especially with what I know about the American mob scene (more than you realize) I couldn’t just leave it alone. I have a list of all the families and their various business written out if anyone’s ever curious.

- Tbh I think Yoongi’s heart stopped a little when she tied the bow around his wrist. I think I’m doing a better job of making her a more sympathetic character.

[seauxsims]

[imamiii]

So, I made a thing... 🙈

I’ve got this pair of cargo shorts that used to be my dad’s, and they’re a little too big for me, so they sag a bit when I wear them. I got the idea to make something like them for my Sims because, like I mentioned before, I like taking inspo from my real-life wardrobe.

It’s just a simple mesh edit of the base game cargo shorts. I lowered them a bit so the underwear shows underneath, and made them a little longer. The bone assignments are still kinda off, though, so I’m gonna fix that.

Right now, it doesn’t have built-in underwear, but I made accessory underwears that I can mix and match with other bottoms. I still haven’t decided if I want to combine them or keep them separate.