#silly little guy meets an introvert and adopts him

[lios-archive]

Friends Of Mr. Cairo, 1981

[lousirs]

I WAS WRITING THE HEADCANONS BUT THEY GOT DELETED!! RAGING!! anyways, take two under the cut lol:

The backup singers (Jack-Charles/Connor/William)

i believe in the concept art, they are called "The Lousirs" (oh hey it's my username) but I personally call them "The Triple Fries" after that one lyric from Ugly Truth that no one understands:

Somewhere the lyrics was "Back that hip like Triple Fry" and I've been running with it since. I don't know what a triple fry is, but it's them now. (The true triple fries was within them the entire time)

They are always together, similarly to the spy bi girls. Probably because they share a braincell, who knows. They are only apart during class.

Jack-Charles is the melodramatic 'leader' (there is no leader, he just likes to think that he is) Connor is the gremlin silly, and William is the most wholesome out of the group.

They are totally Lou's hypemen. If Lou says something snarky, they'll be the guys in the back saying "OOHHHHH!!!". Also the type to chant "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

Susan

CERTIFIED LOU SIMP. YOU SAW THE WAY SHE LOOKED AT LOU.

Seems like the type that if you're friends with her, she's real nice, but if not she'll totally gossip about you.

Probably a brat. love her tho

She's dating Tris cause I said so

Not sure what her skill would be... Perhaps a seamstress cause she was talking about how nicely the skirts were crafted idk.

Tris

She's a DJ, or something music-y. She helps UglyDog with his dope BEATS

She's quite shy, but very passionate about music. Probably likes rock or punk music.

Susan is her 'outsider opinion' when it comes to her new tracks, although she always gives positive feedback no matter what because they're (girl)friends

Marcus, Meghan and Michael

The M'n'M'n'M friend group! They are the friends you wanna have

Meghan and Michael became friends as soon as the met (I think they'd have a sibling dynamic). Marcus is the introvert they adopted into the group later on

Michael is a total scaredy-cat. Like, he seems all confident and almost fancy when you meet him, but then a bug appears and he's screaming and running for the hills. Meghan and Marcus are more level-headed and are there to sort things.

Meghan, similarly to Michael, has two sides. She is normally cheery and sweet, but she can be very serious and logical when she needs to be.

The three still lowkey admire Lou. Not for his actions, no, but rather for his aura. He had such a cool essence about him. Michael I feel like would sometimes try to mimic this aura (acting all cool and smug) but fail miserably because he is just a silly. I love Michael a lot, don't know if you can tell lmao.

Cole and Amanda

I would be lying if I said I haven't drawn these two more than once. I love them very much also.

Cole is a psychologist, Amanda is a therapist. They probably have a little place where dolls can go to talk about their struggles. Especially after Lou's downfall. They help dolls who have been affected by his actions. ...They perhaps also help Lou, who knows.

These two are dating, also cause I said so.

Cole is more logical and straight-forward and Amanda is more emotional and sometimes sugar-coats things so that she doesn't make anyone upset. They are both very sweet and kind when you talk to them. Very supportive dolls you can trust.

They're both friends of Nolan, as they were the first dolls he interacted with before Nolan talked to Kitty (and doomed himself). I feel like Nolan has anxiety (self-projection yipee) and Cole and Amanda help him through it.

Okok I always imagined them helping Nolan with his anxiety and stuff, and he learns how to start conversations (cause he always had trouble socialising if someone didn't talk to him first). They were like "We're so proud of him! I'm sure he's going to make good decisions!" ...And then the first doll talks to is Lou, the doll who basically destroyed his self-esteem. They watch on with confusion spread across their face.

Rhidian

SPOOKY GHOST!!!

As it said on the drawing, he's one of the victims of recycling. (perhaps due to some imperfection on his torso, as it's no longer there)(maybe the fabric of his torso is mix-matched or something). I feel that Lou would use recycling as a last resort, but Rhidian unfortunately was one of Lou's limited recycles.

He was probably a cool dude when he was still around. Very chill.

Nowadays, he haunts the institute, acting as a audience member that only Lou can see (perhaps due to his regret, who knows).

hooh, that was a lot. if you peeps wanna send me some of your headcanons (about literally any character in this silly movie) i'd love to hear them!

fun fact: i really really really really like the background prettydolls THEY ARE SO FUN.

i have headcanons for them and everything... uhm uh

anyways, i named the ones that didn't have headcanoned/canon names (so... susan, tris, marcus... and credits to my sis for naming cole and amanda)

i've seen two names for the green-eyed back up singer so idk he has a double barrelled name now yipee

and a bonus doodle:

there's a torsoless background doll which i named rhidian. because i turn animation mistakes into character doodles (as one should)

[ilshaneul]

hello ^-^!! my name is salem or sae! it has been a while since i’ve been in a roleplay, but i’m very excited to be apart of this one! anyway, in this little intro post i’ll include a little ooc info section, a run down on haneul, as well as plot ideas! i hope that this post makes navigating haneul super duper easy!

full profile ♡ plots ♡ biography ♡ mobile navi.

ooc intro

♡ as i said, my name is salem ♡ i use they/them ♡ cst time zone ♡ i am twenty two ♡ i loooove plotting over twitter or discord, so if possible i always prefer those! my twitter is ( @/mlmjjk ) and my discord is ( salem#0048 ) ♡ fun facts about me: i have three cats, so you will be hearing about this!! and haneul is one of my favorite characters, i actually made him in 2017! crazy. but this character is special to me and a whole lotta fun. so i hope that you all will enjoy him~

jun haneul

♡ jun haneul... what can i say about him? well, first of my little dashing guy is twenty-five. he was adopted, but has lived in ilsang since he was five. he went to college in town, etc etc. and about a year or two ago he became a dj at the local radio station, so you can hear him on the airwaves. ♡ when you first meet him, you’ll probably see the fun loving, jokester he usually tries to be. you may hear him be crass, flirtatious, or anything in between. you might even think he annoying, or just a funny pal! ♡ but despite the outward appearances of a very silly guy, haneul actually is pretty serious sweetheart! ♡ you won’t find anyone as sweet as him, or as good as a friend! he prides himself on being the bestie of dreams, lol. he is very considerate, and spends a Lot of time getting to know and remember even tiny details about those he loves!! bestie WILL find out your love language and give you exactly what you need! ♡ anyway tho, seriously, deep down he is a lot more than jokes and usually hides himself under the jokes so people like him more, and hide that good ol’ Anxiety and, well, honestly he has dealt with psychotic breaks and departures from reality ♡ speaking of, if you grew up in town haneul could be described as: that weird kid who was always trying uncover a made-up mystery. think ryan in buzzfeed unsolved and you have haneul. only, um, sometimes haneul is kinda right, like.. maybe he isn’t right about the ghost that lives in cabin 3, but he was one of the very first to grow obsessed with and start positing ideas about ilsangs mysteries ♡ sadly, though, very few choose to hear haneul out!! in fact, haneul has since learned that his more serious ““ delusions ““ should be kept secret. however, little does he know... they arent fully unreal! ♡ there are a few people he tells though, especially those in his little gang and his closest friends ♡ anyway... haneul is also a major charmer (manipulator kinda, on accident??? ok. manipulate, malewife, and manslaughter), and being bisexual he is kind of always trying to charm people. you Will be flirted with if you come within 10 miles of him... but is he serious?? ♡ an actual introvert but you’d never know it bc he is a rambly people loving boy ♡ also, haneul is CF8A in preplot 8. he’s still looking for his childhood friend who loves him, as well as their two stowaways... so if u like haneul think about it ;) ♡ anyway.. does this man interest you? wanna know more?? you can buy him here for $19.99! or just message me :3

general plot ideas

♡ roomies ♡ party friends ♡ they think hes crazy ♡ they are crazy with him ♡ college friends ♡ someone who didnt like him/who he didnt like ♡ crushes, oh my god. haneul had so many, hes a loverboy ♡ exes, esp college era but also hs. ♡ friends when they were kids ♡ an alien who is crazy about teasing him ♡ want more ideas? check out my full plots page!

[gretavanfleetposts]

Hello, lovelies! If you have the time, I would love a GVF ship<3

My pronouns are she/her. I’m an Aquarius sun, Scorpio moon, and Cancer rising.

I’m 5”7. I’m a blonde atm but I keep my natural brown roots. I have a curvy body type.

My favorite movie HAS to be Pride and Prejudice (2005). Nothing can top that rain scene! I’m an introvert. I’m quite shy when I first meet someone, but once I warm up I’ve been told I’m hard to shut up.

I love to paint. I used to paint all the time in high school, but with college I can’t do it as often. But over the summer I picked up the brushes and painted the sunset field scene in P&P. I’m actually an English major which is probably why my love for the novel runs so deep hahah.

When I’m feeling down, I love to listen to “Rich Girl” by Daryl Hall and John Oates. It’s just such a fun song and it immediately puts a smile on my face and gets me doing my lil dancy dance.

The top priority in a partner for me is them being able to make me laugh. I feel as though nothing else matters as long as they can make me happy. Of course I want them to be kind, but goofy guys hold a special place in my heart. Guys who don’t take themselves too seriously and just have fun with life.

My favorite item of clothing has to be my Florida hoodie. I bought it at a local beach store while I was on vacation. For some reason it has become my comfort item. I wear it all the time.

My favorite animals are bears and monkeys. I can sit in my room and watch animal videos all day. But once I graduate, I plan on adopting as many dogs as I can take care of. I have a soft spot for them<3

My ideal date… that’s a little tricky. I honestly hate movie dates (as the first one). Dinner dates are fine, but I catch myself worrying about how I’m eating and not talking with my full of food. So, I would rather go somewhere where we have a common interest. For example, I love collecting records. So a date where we go around record shops and have a little coffee date sounds so nice and sweet. Maybe a picnic date if the first date goes well hahaha

Thank you sm❤️

We always have the time for you, my dear 😚 I ship you with Jake!

Okay I know he takes himself a little seriously but I feel like it's not so seriously that he's not what you're looking for. He can definitely be goofy and silly and although he's very passionate and very focused, I think he's always down to have fun. And he can definitely make you laugh. But I think mostly you'd bond over your love of literature. I think you'd be able to talk for hours about your favorite books and what they mean to you. I can see him cooking for you and putting on your favorite song and dancing in the kitchen with you, ignoring the food burning on the stove. You'd go on record store dates and map out all of the best record stores near you, taking turns playing the albums you bought when you got home. And he would be SO down to adopt all the dogs. I hope you're okay with living out in the country because you're going to need the room for all of the dogs you two adopt.

- ⭐

[randomrats-sims2]

I stole a ‘50 questions’ meme from @esotheria-sims! I needed an excuse to do something different with myself.

The sim in question is a remake of an old character, Alaskana, who I made for sims 3 awhile ago. Thought I would try another game, another method of revisiting him.

As a note, Alaskana isn’t really a sim - I don’t plan on playing him as such, though I might do it for funsies. This recreation isn’t entirely correct - the hair color is right, but it’s the wrong style, as his hair is shorter than this.

01. How old is your sim? Somewhere between the age of 70 - 120 depending on what stage of development we’re referring to.

02. When is your sim’s birthday? -shrug- Summer

03. What is your sim’s zodiac sign? Cancer.

04. What is your sim’s ethnicity? Al isn’t human, but his ethnicity is - he grew up in a small town that served as a trading gateway between other larger cities. Most of the town’s income was made from travelers briefly using the amenities it provided, or other outsiders. Essentially, a tourism destination. The town is named Pell.

05. Does your sim have any nicknames? I call him ‘Al’, but he’s the type to not be very receptive of nicknames. They make him very uncomfortable because they’re meant to be casual, and he does not do casual well.

06. Do they have a job? He’s a famous doctor.

07. Where does your sim live? In a much larger port city, also known for it’s trade. It doesn’t have a name, RIP me

08. Who does your sim live with? Himself and his adopted ‘daughter’.

09. What environment did your sim grow up in? (strict, loving, cold etc.) I’d say Cold, I guess, but it’s complicated. Pell was/is a racist city - and he was subjected to many/multiple surgeries to alter his appearance at an age he was much to young to consent to and faces chronic pain as a result. This was ‘for his own benefit’ as his more obvious (now removed) features would have put him at less controllable risk. He spent most of his early life as a servant with an ever-changing name for simplicity’s sake. His adoptive dad tho is the nicest, most self-sacrificing guy you’d ever meet, and the man lost his status as a member of a noble house by his insistence on keeping the ‘pet’, essentially losing everything and going to great lengths to make sure he was doing it ‘right’. As Al’s dad was a teacher, Al ended up highly educated himself and was given regular tutoring on pretty much everything. However, he was shortsighted and quite simply wrong to do what he did, and that confusion messed extensively with Al’s ability to determine people’s true alignment, as well as Al’s tendency to be self-secluding.

10. What is your sim’s favourite food? Meat! He raises rabbits, actually, to eat of course. It’s partially because his own race is somewhere between carnivorous/scavenger, and he’s not able to digest anything that’s not meat properly enough to satisfy him well.

11. What is your sim’s favourite drink? Probably coffee actually.

12. If they have one what is your sim’s favourite color? Red. Red! He’s more into patterns than colors tho.

13. Does your sim believe in any clichés? (love at first sight etc.) He thinks cliches are stupid.

14. What is your sim’s sexuality? Bisexual.

15. What is your sim’s gender identity? Male.

16. Is your sim type a or type b? Type C, actually.

17. Is your sim introverted or extroverted? Introverted.

18. What is your sim’s favourite woohoo position? hahaha what

19. Is your sim a pet person? If so what is their favourite animal? Animals are easier to relate to than people, but I never imagine him as actually having pets aside from his rabbits (which he dotes on despite also eating them). They’re too ‘frivolous’ for him.

20. Does your sim have a best friend? No, tho he’s familiar with people from the social units he attends.

21. What is/was your sim’s favourite school subject? Weird Science. The weirder / more mysterious / less grounded it is, the more he likes it. He’d think that theoretical physics are amazing. He tends to spout crazy-sounding theories about things regularly because they’re cool to him.

22. Is/was your sim a high, mid or low achiever in school? High achiever. He’ll still visit museums and the like so he’s not left behind about the latest buzz and he enjoys that a lot.

23. Are they planning to go or have they already been to college? Nope

24. What are your sim’s political beliefs? He’s an isolationist.

25. What is one thing your sim wants to do before they die? He’d like to visit the regions where his race lives - it’s something he has little to no knowledge about.

26. Does your sim have a favourite TV show (cable) and/or movie? hah

27. Is your sim a Netflix viewer? If so what are their top 3 shows. hah

28. Does your sim like books? Yes. He collects them. All sorts of books. Helps one remember things they’d otherwise forget.

29. Does your sim enjoy video games, if so what is their favourite one and do they play on PC or console? Video game? No. Game? Yes. He likes to play silly games with his rabbits. I guess he’d also like quieter games like chess.

30. What is your sim’s personal style? Al dresses very.. stylish. He’ll choose very ‘loud’ outfits. It’s one of his odder personality traits, and it’s the result his obsession over his appearance rather than a conscious decision to stand out.

31. Does your sim have a lucky charm? Nope.

32. Is your sim religious? He has a sense of religion, but calling him religious is a stretch.

33. What kind of music does your sim listen to and who is their favourite artist? He likes music, as long as it’s not vulgar. He will not dance to it and music that makes him want to dance also makes him angry.

34. Is your sim a festive person? If so what’s their favourite holiday? He’s not a festive person, but will quietly appreaciate holidays as they pass, even if it’s a holiday he doesn’t care for.

35. What is your sim’s favourite type of weather? Cold, or Rainy, but ideally both. It’s an excuse to wear a (probably garish) coat, which he enjoys.

36. Does your sim prefer to start fights or finish them? FIGHTS BAD. But if he must, he’d prefer to start it. Losing fights makes you more memorable.

37. Does your sim have a dream job? Not really.

38. Does your sim have any siblings? He has siblings, but he doesn’t know he has siblings.

39. Does your sim get along with their family? His family is dead and gone, has been for a very long time.

40. What is your sim’s favourite hobby? Accomplishing Things.

41. What does your sim look for in a romantic partner? He's aromantic.

42. What is a secret about your sim? He has a lot of secrets. I guess one of them is that he doesn’t have ‘fingers’ - he’s got claws instead.

43. What is a wish your sim has? He wishes he could get comfortable in a place without having to leave behind everything.

44. What is a flaw your sim has? “People Bad”

45. How do others generally perceive your sim? He’s a weirdo and there’s something strange about him, but at least he’s nice. You can go to him if you need help or have a question. It’s hard to tell if he likes you or not, but don’t let it get to you.

46. Does your sim have a greatest achievement? He helped fend off a plague that hit the city by providing medicine and healing to the sick. He hates the attention this gave him in the end, but he doesn’t regret it, and it makes him feel useful for once.

47. If they have one, what is your sim’s greatest regret? Leaving behind Pell, which he still considers home.

48. Does your sim have a favourite emoji? :)

49. Does your sim use simstagram? God no

50. What is the last text your sim sent (and who did they text)? "Text? You mean as in... letters?” Probably something business related.

[this-is-big-lady]

Swipe Right part 6/10

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, can be found on AO3 here

Hey all! Full time work has been kicking my ass, so this took longer than I would’ve liked, but it’s here now! Also, this is my first time writing a Jewish character talking about their Judaism - please, if I have anything wrong, flick me a polite message or direct me in the way of resources and I will be ever grateful for your kindness. 

After passing texts backwards and forwards between him and Jack, Davey found himself at Jack’s apartment in the afternoon of a day not too long after their coffee date. He was ready for his portrait to be drawn, perched on a small stool a couple of arm lengths in front of Jack, who had a little table set up in front of him. The flat surface on top was angled down towards him with a piece of A3 paper laid out, and a collection of pencils, sharpeners, and erasers in his lap. Jack’s phone was propped up on a small shelf behind him. He explained to Davey that he’d record the session so that if he missed anything important, he could go back to it later to draw inspiration from the recording. Jack asked his subject to angle himself slightly to his left on the stool and to relax - Davey was picking at his fingernails, and if he was as tense as he looked, Jack would have a hard time getting information out of him.

Soon the silence between the pair was filled with a gentle scratching sound from the pencil on the paper, and Davey looked around Jack’s apartment. It wasn’t huge, but it was cozy - a typical student place. They were currently in the living room, Jack sitting on a couch with a few stains and rips, and Davey’s stool was purloined from his roommate’s bedroom. Did he really say that his roommate’s name was Spot? Surely Davey wasn’t hearing him correctly. There was a window to his left where the afternoon sun was streaming in, and the curtains appeared a little worse for wear. The shelf behind the couch with Jack’s phone had a few political science textbooks - presumably Spot’s - and the walls were dotted with various drawings and paintings - presumably Jack’s.

Jack could see Davey’s eyes gliding around the room, and while Jack was trying to get a rough outline of Davey and his features, it was a little distracting. So he tried to get him to settle down the only way he knew how, talking.

“So, Davey…” The boy was snapped out of his observations by Jack’s voice, replying with a soft ‘hmm’ sound to show that he was somewhat paying attention. “I’ll ask you what I ask all my subjects. Why’d you join tinder?”

Davey balked a little at the question, slightly surprised at exactly how forward Jack was with it. He rubbed a hand across his face to hide how awkward he was feeling from the artist currently studying his facial features. “I mean, I guess there were a few reasons, if you want a list?”

“Sure,” Jack said flippantly, frustrating Davey slightly with exactly how nonchalant he was with this whole situation. “Well, I guess I was relatively lucky because I have a pretty accepting family, but we’re also Jewish, so there was a bit of a conflict between the Jewish and gay elements of my identity-“

“Lets start there. If your family was accepting, where exactly did that conflict come from?

“We’re Reform Jews, so my family and community didn’t have a problem with me liking boys - my synagogue back home even has a lesbian rabbi - but it’s not uncommon to see people in the media twisting and interpreting holy text to support homophobia.” Davey carded a hand through his hair, tugging at it a little harder than he normally would. Why did he have to start with the topic that hit closest to home? He glanced over at Jack, who had his head down sketching furiously, or maybe he was writing words? All he could do was take a deep breath, drop his hand back into this lap, and carry on.

“And I guess being shown those perspectives every day through social media took a toll, and I probably internalised some of it along the line. That I, to some extent, expect people to do that. And even though I had an amazing support system, knowing that other people out there could use something really important to me as a way to devalue me can really hurt.” Jack’s pencil stopped skidding across the paper, and he looked up to face Davey. His eyes were honest, he was actually listening to what Davey had to say, and he could feel the breath catch in his throat at the end of his sentence.

“But as I got older I saw that my Judaism and being gay didn’t have to be seperate parts of me, they could totally interact - I’m pretty happy to say that I’m a gay Jew now. So I guess by using a dating app, I hoped I wouldn’t be interacting with people trying to pit the two against each other. I mean, I’m yet to meet any antisemitic people on tinder, but you’re also the first person I’ve met on it, so I’m one for one so far.”

Jack let out a little huff of laughter, putting down his pencil, and leaning over his table a little as he made eye contact with Davey. “That’s very true, and thank you for being so honest with me.” Jack’s easy smile was infectious, making Davey’s nerves settle down and allowing a small grin to spread across Davey’s face. “You said you had a whole list, hit me with something else.”

The pencil Jack was holding was being chewed on by its owner as Davey racked his mind for some of the other reasons. “I’m quite introverted, you know? And I guess I never really felt comfortable dating back home. Like I knew almost everyone my age in my area because we went to school together and the idea of dating someone in that tight-knit community just made me… nervous, I suppose. As did approaching someone I didn’t know, kind of a catch-22 I guess.” Jack chuckled softly at Davey’s involuntary shiver as he talked about his discomfort. It was pretty cute, if Jack was to be honest. “So I would rather be able to chat with new people with some slight veil of anonymity and see if I’d actually like to talk with them in person. Being able to connect with people from the comfort of my phone before actually meeting them makes me far more content with the idea of dating. Just… talking to people is scary.”

Davey ducked his head a little, staring at his hands in his lap. He knew it was silly: here he was, talking to a guy he met of tinder about why he was scared to talk to guys. He found the dirt buried under his fingernail very fascinating to pick at until Jack brought him back to his attention with a gentle repetition of his name. “I totally get it, Davey. Why do you think I ask people to sit for these drawings on the internet, rather than approaching people on the street? It’s easier, I understand. You ain’t got nothing to be ashamed of with me.” A small smile spread across Davey’s face, which eased Jack’s mind in knowing that he was being of some sort of help to his subject. And gave him enough courage to ask a niggling question at the back of his mind. “So then why did you choose to meet up with me, Davey?”

Davey’s eyes locked with his, and muttered a barely audible sentence that caused Jack’s heart to start hammering: “I just knew I had to meet you.”

A few moments of silence passed as both boys processed the implications of that sentence. Was it some of of simple attraction, love-at-first-sight kind of phenomenon? Or could there have been a more heavy spark between the two, an intangible sense of feeling what was to come, and the resultant revelation in hindsight? Neither party could say. But they enjoyed toying with the possibilities.

Davey had had enough time in the spotlight, it was his turn to spin this onto the artist. “So Jack,” he began, “why did you join Tinder?”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at Davey’s change in tact, he was too smart to just let this whole session be about him. But Jack still needed to get a sketch done, so he gave Davey the abridged version. “Well, I’m bisexual, and I liked Tinder because it meant I could put it flat out in my profile and didn’t have to deal with coming out to people. And it meant I could see both men and women together, it just made life easier.” Jack’s gaze drifted down from Davey’s actual face in front of him to the sketch of Davey’s face lying on the table, meaning he missed Davey’s excited smile at hearing Jack was definitely into guys. Jack shrugged as he continued, “And I mean it’s good for casual sex, but I’ve met some pretty cool people on there too… Some that I hope that I could consider a friend.” Jack knew that already thinking of Davey as someone that he could get close to after only a few days was dangerous, but  he didn’t really mind. There was something about Davey being reserved but so willing to be open with him that pulled Jack in, and he wanted to know more about the guy whose profile made him genuinely intrigued about the person behind it.

Quickly leaning towards Jack, Davey simply answered Jack’s sentence with, “Me too, Jack. Me too.”

The pair fell into silence as Jack finished off the portrait of Davey, but they asked questions of the other when they popped into their heads. As it turned out, Davey hadn’t been to a service since moving to college - he’d yet to find a synagogue that was both close enough to his apartment and that he felt comfortable in. Jack was adopted by a local theatre artist after his parents died in a car crash when he was 7, and his roommate Spot (his correct name, another shock for Davey) is his adoptive brother too. Davey considered taking a gap year to England before college. Jack dyed his hair blonde for a year in high school, but stopped after he burnt it all off one morning when retouching his roots while hungover.

When Jack’s pencil finally stopped scratching across the pencil, the sun that was stretching across the floor had disappeared behind an adjacent building and Davey could feel his bones stiffening from sitting upright on the stool for hours on end. Jack leaned back into the couch, sighing with a hint of laughter in his voice. “I’m done, ol’ Davey boy!”

Davey just groaned, leaning forward to push himself up to standing, hearing a couple of joints click as he did so. He could help but wonder exactly how Spot could ever want to use that stool for more than chucking dirty clothes on top of it. Davey took a step towards Jack, asking if he could see the drawing. Jack snatched the paper off the table and gently help it facing towards his chest, insisting that he couldn’t see it until it was done. After a bit of moaning and whining on Davey’s part (he just wanted to see how Jack saw him, was that such a crime?), his stomach decided to let out a rather loud growl. Realising that they both skipped dinner because of the portrait sitting, Davey took that as his cue to say goodnight to Jack and to go find some food for himself.

Jack walked him to the door, and leaned against the door frame to say goodbye. He quickly reached out to brush his hand against Davey’s wrist, both boys staring down at the point of contact between the two of them. It didn’t feel like sparks, or electricity between the two of them, but more like a comfortable warmth. Like when you’re leaning against a sunny window in summer, or like slipping into a item of clothing after it’s just come out of the drier. It just felt right.

“Thanks for doing a sitting and being so honest with me, Davey. I, uh, really enjoyed it.” Jack’s eyes were still cast downwards in an attempt to hide his blush. Being honest with his emotions always scared Jack a little, while Davey thought it was incredibly endearing. The taller moved shifted his arm so he gently held Jack’s forearm, insisting that he had an equally great time, and couldn’t wait until he saw the finished product. Davey dropped his hand from Jack’s arm, turning towards the door and reaching towards the doorknob, but froze before he could turn it.

Because Jack’s placed a very soft kiss on Davey’s cheek. It was light, gentle, and barely there, and yet it was. As soon as Davey felt the pressure on his cheek, it was gone, but the way his heart soared was unmistakable. He turned with a stunned expression towards Jack, with whom he locked eyes in an instant.

“Text me when you get home safe,” he insisted, his eyes displaying an honestly and vulnerability that made Davey melt. Not trusting his voice to not betray him, Davey just smiled and nodded, before slipping out onto the doorstep and closing the door behind him.

[ellana-ravenwood]

Fate is a bitch - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warning : I was drunk when I wrote this, just coming back from a friend place...I drunk two beers, and that’s enough for me to get drunk, how weak am I right ? It’s because I never drink...Anyway, that’s why this fic is shittier than usually blahblahblah it’s all fun and game until blahblahblah I thought about not writing this and posting it, but then I promised two stories for tonight so still did it and I’m an idiot yes thank you very much. Look how great Bruce looks down there. Damn hottie. DAAAAAAMN HOTTIE. 

Decided to group two requests, because the two together inspired me. So here for a shy reader, newly a Justice League member, intimidated by the Bat. As usual, feedbacks are very welcome, hope you’ll like it :

PART TWO  

My master list blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Destiny. 

You strongly believed in Destiny. 

No matter what people could say, how many arguments against it they had, and how much they were sceptic about it...it wouldn’t change your mind. You strongly believed in Destiny.

Because it was impossible only coincidences brought you were you were now...in the Justice League’s headquarters ! 

It wasn’t a coincidence that your path crossed Billy Batson’s, aka Shazam, one of the most powerful superhero in the World (though he was barely ten years old), and that you ended up adopting him.

It wasn’t a coincidence that you so happen to be a meta-human too, being able to manipulate the four elements. 

It wasn’t a coincidence that your son got noticed by the Justice League, nor was it a coincidence either that soon, the leaguers discovered he was only a ten year old boy in the body of a grown ass man (when he used his powers) and therefor, discovered that he had a mom...you. Who almost grilled Superman because you thought he wanted to hurt your boy. 

You believe strongly in Destiny, because hell, if all those chain of events were just coincidental, then wow...It just didn’t make sense. It was just too good to be true you know ? From your first meeting with four years old Billy to now, sitting in the League’s headquarter, in fucking Space ! 

The first one you met was Batman, and damn that guy was intimidating...But when he spoke to you, and when he congratulated you to have raised such a good boy as Billy, something weird happened in your heart. 

At first, you pegged it for a stupid teenage like crush. Like the slight infatuation you’d have on the most popular boy in school, or on a teacher, knowing damn well you’d never have a chance with them. But then...Then it was more than that. The more you saw and talked to him, the more you had...feelings stirring in your belly and such. 

Destiny. You strongly believed in it. 

So, when you started to fall for the Bat, you decided it was also Destiny...Only, sometimes fate could be a bitch, and would destin you to be a sad miserable human being. Because there was absolutely NO chance that you’d ever get with a guy like Batman, he was way out of your league. 

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The first thing that made you like him, was the way he defended your son against the other Leaguers. They wanted him out of the league because he was but a ten year old child but...He already proved he was capable of handling himself, and even more importantly, of saving a lot of lives ! So what was the big deal ? 

Batman was the only one defending your son, and he was also the only one that needed to, as he convinced everyone. When you thanked him, he just told you it was normal, there wasn’t anything to thank him for. 

The second thing that made you slowly fall in love with him, was the way he seemed genuinely worried about everyone’s well being. Some of the Leaguers thought he was an emotionless man, but they couldn’t be more wrong. Whenever someone was hurt, he took it as a personal mistake. He threw himself in front of people to save them more times than you could count. He always made sure everyone was alright, even if it meant him not being ok...He was the most compassionate man you ever met. And he was really only a man. No powers. How impressive was that ? 

The third thing that drove you crazy, and you felt a bit vain for that but, oh well, whatever...was his body. His body was ridiculous. The dude worked out a lot. And his voice, oh god his voice (when he didn’t have the modulator on), it was amazing. Deep and soft at the same time. 

The fourth thing that made you want to crash your lips on his was...as oddly as it sounded, his conversation. He was the first one to talk to you when you arrived in the League, and he made sure you felt comfortable. He made sure the look other leaguers gave you (after all, you were letting your ten year old child roamed Earth and Space freely...but Hell, that kid was one of the most powerful being in the universe, if he could save life, shouldn’t he do it ?!) didn’t make you feel bad...Besides, he too let his children, quite young, out int he street to fight crime. He understood. The conversation always flooded so well between the two of you, it was almost crazy. You knew it was in your head, but you felt like a special connection was being webbed between the two of you...After all, it seemed you were the only one he really talked to like that. But no. That was probably in your head.

The fifth...Oh forget it. There was so many reasons you slowly started to fall for the Batman, that listing them all would take ages. He was everything you liked in a guy. Even his broody and aloof side was appealing to you. Because just like him, you were highly introverted, and sometimes, you just needed to be alone...so far, everyone you ever dated did not understand that, and whenever you asked for some “alone time”, they took it the wrong way and ended up resenting you, and therefor, breaking up with you...

Besides, it wasn’t easy to find someone as a single mother...But; didn’t Batman had like, ten children or something ? Maybe he’d understand...You shook your head. You needed to STOP thinking about him. You had absolutely no chance. It was quite clear that he did not want a relationship. 

Still, sometimes, you found yourself just staring at him when you knew he wasn’t looking, and thinking about how it could be, to date him...Billy was getting along pretty well with Damian...

But there was no way in hell that you'd ever be brave enough to make a move, the man was too damn intimidating. Even sometimes when you two spoke, even if the subject was light or silly, he would still keep his composure and his stoic tone and...Well. Yes. Intimidating was a great word to describe his overall behavior. 

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-Say, mom. You have a thing for older guys, right ?

-I totally have a thing for older guys. And it’s not an appropriate subject to talk with my ten year old son. 

-No but, hear me out ok ? Besides, I’m in my adult form right now, which makes it ok right ? 

You had to give it to your boy, his logic was flawless. Well, almost flawless, because even if he looked like he was in his thirties, you knew he was way younger...But you’d hear him out, because it was always interesting to hear him talk about what he was thinking and all. He always had rather...interesting and special inputs on life. So you turned to him, and, going on your tip-toes to ruffle his hair (seriously, you hated his adult form), you nodded for him to continue. 

-Well, Damian...you know Damian, Robin. Batman’s son. Yeah you know right ? Ok cool. Well Damian and I were talking about how you and his dad were getting along so well ok ?

You blushed. What ? If ten year old boys picked up on it then...You shook your head. No. Batman wouldn’t waste his time on this kind of thoughts. 

-Where are you going with this Billy ? 

-Well, Batman is quite older than you. From what Damian said, he’s about twelve years older so...You dig him right ? 

-...This isn’t how it works my boy. 

-But, you like older guys ? 

-I do. 

-So you like Batman ! 

-I don’t like every men that are older than me !

-Oh ? 

-No Billy. What the Hell ? 

-So...You don’t like Batman. 

-No, I do like him. 

-Really ! That’s great because...

-...As a friend ! I like him as a Friend ! Hell, I don’t even know who he is in real life. 

-Yes you do, I bet you figured it out. 

-Maybe. 

-You know it’s Bruce Wayne don’t you ? 

-What if I do ?

-Mom, you can fool a lot of people but not me. I know you’re smarter than you let people think, because you love when people underestimate you and all of a sudden they’re impressed because you’re way better than they thought you were. 

-...What are you, my shrink or something ? 

-My point is. You know who he is, he’s older, you think he’s hot...

-Wow wow wow, I never said I thought he was hot ! 

-Mom, I heard you whispering it to yourself that time he came back wounded and had to take his chest armor off. 

-Oh...You sneaky bastard.

-I’m pretty sure that’s not how you’re suppose to speak to your own son...

-It’s how I’m suppose to speak to my snake of a son who always get up in my business ! Curiosity killed he cat Billy ! 

-Well I’m not a cat so it doesn’t matter ! 

-I don’t even understand where you wanna go with all this ! 

-I was just wondering if you liked Batman ! 

-I do ! As a friend. And...? 

-You do ? 

-I do ! 

-Great, because him and Damian invited us over for dinner tomorrow night !

-WHAT ?! 

-I already said yes. Now we have to go. We’re totally going to try to set you two up with Dams by the way, so be ready. Don’t blush too much alright ? 

-....You little...

-I’m recording you right now mom, if you insult me I’ll call social services. 

-You think you’re funny don’t you ? 

-DAMN HILARIOUS ! 

Ignoring your heart racing like crazy just at the thought of going to have dinner at Bruce Wayne’s house, you grab your son (still in his grown ass man form) and tackle him down, tickling him mercilessly...Of course, because he’s so much bigger than you, it ends with a bloody nose for you, and a very sorry kiddo that order take out from your favorite restaurant, and puts on your favorite film. 

Oh that kid knew you too well. 

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Destiny. 

You strongly believed in Destiny. 

But sometimes, fate could be a bitch, and right now, your son’s hand (a child once again) in yours, you could have punch it if it was a person. 

Oh god, you’d punch fate in the face so much. 

Fuck you fate, why did you have to be such a bitch ? Why did you have to drag (Y/N) all the way in front of the house of the guy she had a massive crush on but knew she’d never have a chance with ? WHY ?

You were pondering all of that yourself, when an older man open the door of the massive Wayne Manor (you felt so ridiculous, coming here with your old shitty cars that was such a wreck that most of it was held by duck tape). 

-Good evening, I am Alfred Pennyworth, Mr. Wayne’s butler. I suppose you are Lady (Y/L/N), young mister Billy’s mother ? 

-Yes. Hum...Nice to...meet you...Sorry I don’t know the protocol to...

-Oh do not worry Lady (Y/L/N), no protocol between us. You can call me Alfred, they all do. Now if you would please follow me. Oh by the way young mister Billy, thank you for the birthday card, Master Damian gave it to me, it was very...inventive. 

-Thanks ! I knew you’d like the dragons ! 

You took a look at your son, and how excited he was (lately, he spent A LOT of times in the Wayne Manor, with Damian and Jon, Superman’s son), and at Alfred, who smiled warmly to himself...You were so proud to have a kid as nice as your Billy. Wherever he went, you always had compliment about his behavior...You had absolutely no idea how he became such a respectable young boy, when you spent most of your time swearing like a sailor and all...But it was great. 

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You rarely saw the bat without his cowl, but hot damn. You recognized his square jaw and lips that looked so damn kissable and...his eyes were wonderful. So blue. And he had amazing jet black hair, combed thoroughly. 

He was waiting with his sons in the dining room, and jumped up his chair (while his sons were snickering at him) when you and Billy came in. 

-(Y/N) ! Hi. I...I...What are you doing here ? 

Oh God. That was awkward. 

-Hum...My son he...Said...your son and you invited us for dinner ? 

-Oh...yeah...We did...I just thought...I just thought only Billy would come, for some reasons. 

-I’m sorry. If I’m intruding I can go, I...

-Oh no no no. Sorry to be so rude, it’s just ...A surprised. A pleasant one. 

He smiles at you, and it seems like a genuine smile, not the fake one he sometimes give his fellow leaguers, or the half-smirk he has often. It troubles you...because damn why do you like that guy so much ? 

He smiles at you but...Oh the entire dinner is awkward. Fortunately, Bruce’s older sons ask you a lot of questions, and talk to you, because Bruce do not utter another word  after he said it was pleasant for you to be here. What the hell right ? But what did you expect ? He was always like that. He rarely made connection, and wasn’t even expecting you to be here. It’s not because he talks to you when you’re on a job that he’d want to see you in his every day life...

He just doesn’t speak. Sometimes, he stares at you for a while, or peaks up from his plate when he thinks you’re not looking. He keeps glaring at his youngest son, and the way Dick, Jason and Tim look at him curiously is...Weird. Damian keeps making innuendos about how you and Bruce are very much like each other and...

He leaves before dessert, and the sorry look your son gives you is enough for you to elect yourself as the “biggest looser of the year”. If even a ten year old boy pitted you, well hell, that was something...

You knew it anyway. You didn’t expect much of the dinner (that was a lie, you had an entire scenario ready in your life, ending up with you and Bruce sneaking out in the garden to make out...). Batman was...a colleague. That was nice enough to let you into his own personal home. Granted, it was because your son was a very good friend of his but...Yeah. You don’t know what you were expecting really. 

Bruce Wayne was way out of your league.

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You don’t go up in the Justice League headquarters for the next two months. You don’t want to see Batman, not before you’re over him. Not before you stop crushing on him...And you realize that it’s not just a crush. You’re in love. Fuck. 

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Your son tells you Batman is asking after you, but you can’t trust the boy. Him and Damian are getting so well along, that they both decided to set you up together...but so far, their attempt was a big failure. It ended up with either Bruce just leaving without a word, off to go things that were actually important, or you making a fool out of yourself. 

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As you’re saving the World with the League for the hundredth time, Clark corners you to ask you what was going on, why you weren’t coming up anymore...and if it was Bruce’s fault. 

You tell him you’re fine, you’re just not a fan of space. And it’s not Bruce’s fault, why would it be ? You don’t like the look Superman is giving you, and you remind yourself of talking to Billy when getting home, because you’re pretty sure your son is spreading some rumors about you and the Bat. 

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You don’t make it home that day. Distracted by thoughts of Bruce and your unexplainable strong attraction to him, even though you know you have no chance, you don’t notice the enemy...You hear your son’s manly voice (powered up, adult form) as you feel an unbearable pain in your chest. What is that thing sticking out of between your boobs ? Did...Did something just pierced your body ? You feel someone’s strong arms catching you before you fall to the floor, and everything goes dark. 

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When you wake up, your boy is sleeping in your bed, next to you, curled up against your side...and it looks kinda weird because he’s in his adult form.

But he’s not alone in the room. In a chair at the foot of your bed, Damian is sleeping tightly too, a blanket with batman symbols on it over him. 

And...Next to you, on a hospital chair, is Bruce. 

What...What was he doing here ? 

You stir in your bed, trying to sit up. It doesn’t even wake Billy up, damn your boy must be exhausted. Damian doesn’t budge either...It wakes Bruce up however, and when his eyes meet yours, his harsh features soften, his creased eye brows rise in relief, and a small smile tug at his lips. 

-You’re awake. 

He says weakly, clearly lacking sleep too. 

-I am. 

Your voice is hoarse, and dry, and it hurts when you speak. 

-What...What happened ? 

-You got stabbed. By a sword. A very big sword. You’re lucky to be alive. 

-...When ?

-You don’t remember ? 

-I’m not sure...

-Almost three months ago. 

-I’ve been out for three months ?!

You try not to raise your voice, as to not wake the kids but...three months ? 

-Yes. You scared your boy. 

You look at Billy tenderly, and push away some strand of his hair out of his face.

-Poor kid...He already went through a lot...I take it, if you’re here, it’s because you took care of him ? 

-Yes. He’s...him and Jon are Damian’s best friends. I couldn’t leave him alone. 

-Thank you. Really Bru...Batman, thank you. 

-We might be in the hospital wing of the League’s headquarter, but as you can see, i’m not wearing my costume. So please, call me Bruce. 

-Thanks Bruce. 

-You’re very welcome. You’d do the same for me. 

-Of course. 

An awkward silence ensue...It’s nice that he took care of your son, but you kinda want him to leave, because it’s...it’s just too painful. Seeing him here makes you hope he’s not there just because of your son, and hoping is bad. You learned that the hard way. 

None of your relationship ever ended well. You were unlucky in love. Fate was a bitch on the matter, you learned to accept it...but if Bruce was there...You just wished he’d leave. 

He was looking at you intensely, and it made you shiver. He probably didn’t mean it, but right now, you found him more intimidating than ever. 

-Well...You...You can go now. I’m ok. A bit groggy but, ok. I can take care of him. 

-I’m sure you can but...If you don’t mind, I’ll stay. 

-I do mind actually. 

You speak before you can think, and immediately regret it. Especially since Bruce, for a fraction of second, looked hurt by your reaction. 

-I mean...I’m ok. You can just...Go on with your activities. 

-It’s the middle of the day. I often work just at nights. 

-I bet you have plenty of things to do though. 

-But this is more important. 

-Stop it please. Just stop it. 

-What ? What did I do ? 

-You...you...Just go. 

-Why ?

-Leave.

-I won’t go until you tell me why. 

It was weird, having an argument with someone while you could only whisper (again, not wanting to wake up the boys). And...What was he doing ? Why wouldn’t he just leave ? 

-I don’t have to tell you why. 

-Then I won’t go.

-You’re infuriating Bruce. 

-Does it have something to do with you not coming up the space station those last six months ?

-What ?

-I couldn’t help but notice your absence. Usually, like me, you’d be up there almost every day. 

-Well, sorry to have a life...Wait, no, that sounded rude...Please just leave. 

-Again, not until you tell me why. 

-Stubborn bastard. 

-You couldn’t be more correct my dear. 

The way he calls you “dear” makes your heart flutter...but you know it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a way of speaking. You make one last attempt at driving him away, because you’re not sure you can handle much more of this : 

-Bruce. I beg you. Just leave me alone. 

-I will, promise. I’d even never cross your pass ever again if you wish, and apparently, you wish to...Like, I can't help but think I’m the reason you don’t come up here anymore. So please, tell me what I did wrong. 

-You didn’t do anything wrong. 

-Then why do you want me to leave ?

-Alright ! Fine. You wanna know why ? Here’s why : For some reason, I’m attracted to you. I don’t know why I instantly felt drawn to you, but I did. I’m attracted to you in so many ways. And yes, I didn’t come up in the space station for a while because I was avoiding you, because I know you’re not interested, it’s not your thing, and especially not with me. So please, leave, because...because I’m...I’m in love with you. And seeing you here gives me false hope. Please. Just go. Because I know there’s no way you love me, or even like me...Right ?

You hate the fact that there’s hints of hope in your voice...You feel pathetic.

Especially since Bruce looks at you, his face emotionless...Or almost. Because, aren’t the corner of his mouth trying not to twitch up right now ? 

-I’m sorry to tell you that but...

Your heart stop. Of course. Of course you’d have no chance. He was about to break your heart, right there, right now. 

-You are extremely dense.

You’re stunned. Dense ? That’s...That’s not what you were expecting.

“Dense”. How rude.

-What a...shitty way of rejecting someone.

-Who says I’m rejecting you ?

-..You’re not ? 

-I’m not. 

-...Why ?

-Because for some reason, I’m attracted to you too. Except that I know why. It’s because you’re passionate, compassionate, the way you raise your son is amazing and impressive, he’s really a nice young man. You’re beautiful too, hope it doesn’t sound too vain of me to say so. When you’re around, my..uh..I’m not good with words, but basically, my heart races, and I can’t stop it. I tried. But I can’t. And it’s not that relationship do not interest me, it’s just...I don’t always have time for them, and I never met anyone who understood that. But you do. We often talked about that. The truth is, I’m tired of being alone. Of having no one to understand me, confort me...To listen to my cheesy declaration of love. Sorry for the cheesiness by the way. And besides, Damian...Damian actually convinced me to confront you about all of this, he’s the reason I’ve been pushing you right now to tell me why you wanted me to leave. He thinks...He thinks we’d be a good match.

-Smart boy. 

-I thought so too.

Natural. That’s how it feels between the two of you. Just...natural. As if you were handmade for each others. It’s very weird and confusing. But sometimes, weird and confusing is good.

-After, I’ll tell you why I fell in love with you. But right now, I’m just gonna kiss you alright ? 

-I’m good with that. Just...I love you too (Y/N). 

It was all so casual. All so normal. As if you two told each other a million times before that you loved each other, as if you were already an old couple. As if...As if it was Destiny for the two of you to end up together. As if from the moment you found a four year old Billy down the metro station, it was all written somewhere that you’d end up here. In Bruce Wayne’s arms. With his tongue in your mouth and your arms around his neck. 

You always strongly believed in destiny...There was just no way all the things that happened in your life to lead you here were just coincidences, you...A very manly and excited voice suddenly yelled, from the corner of the room : 

-YES ! NOW I’M REALLY A BAT-SON ! Haha, get it, cause my last name is Batson ? 

-It’s not funny if you explain it Billy...

You and Bruce turned around to be faced by both your young sons (one of whom was in his adult form, and was...dancing a happiness dance ?) The fit of laughter that took over you two was legendary. 

PS : Next time I write something drunk, please, tell me to fuck off. BECAUSE THIS IS TERRIBLE ! Tomorrow, I’m gonna read it and be like : “Wow what, why did I write that ?” and erase everything. Maybe rewriting it someday. OH MY GOD SHIT.

[yutasbirthchin]

Princess.

Group: 24K Member: Cory Word Count: 1816 Genre: Fluff ft. some veeeerrrry mild angst & suggestive smut.

You swallowed, simultaneously nervous and angry. You weren’t a confrontational person, and it wasn’t often you found yourself in an argument. But here you were, red faced with fists clenched as you looked at the guy across from you. You thought back to the first day you met him, almost a year ago, at your cousin’s birthday party. 

You didn’t like parties, you weren’t a social person. In fact sometimes you wondered how you’d even managed to befriend your best friend, let alone be pretty much adopted by his family, accepted as one of their own. It was your cousin’s birthday, and she was throwing a massive party. You were invited, naturally, and dragged along by your best friend.

It wasn’t long before you went missing, some of your family members trying to locate where you’d disappeared to. You’d been hiding in one of the bedrooms, and had locked the door behind you to avoid everyone. It’s not that you hated anyone, it was that you were simply terrified of people. An extreme introvert.

After convincing everyone that you were okay, and that they should go back to the party, you’d quickly gone to the toilet. Luckily it was an en suite, so you didn’t have to leave the comfort of the room. When you came back, however, you froze. A guy was sitting on the bed, on his phone. You wondered if you’d forgotten to lock the door behind your best friend as he left, and stood for a while wondering what to do.

As if he sensed your presence, he looked up. “Oh.” He said, standing up immediately “I’m sorry, is this your room?”

“No…I’m just in here to.. umm.” You mumbled.

“You not really a party person either?” He asked with a smile. You shook your head in response. “Do you mind if I stay in here too?”

You looked like a deer caught in headlights, you were unsure what to do. He caught on and politely bowed and got up to leave. You felt a little bad. “No.” You said, causing him to halt and look at you. “I don’t mind.”

“Thanks.” He said, taking a seat back down on the bed.

You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, and why you had let him stay, but that wasn’t your main concern now. Your main concern was what to do with yourself. You had let him stay on the room, and so now you couldn’t do anything freely, he could be watching you, judging you. You stood awkwardly, still in the bathroom doorway.

“I won’t bite.” He said after a while, with a little chuckle. You forced an uncomfortable laugh, and he must have sensed your uneasiness because he frowned. “My names Cory, what’s yours?” He asked.

“Y/N..”

You could tell he was a nice guy, because he was clearly trying to make you feel better, by cracking jokes and acting silly. He also seemed so genuine, asking you questions and trying to keep up a conversation and helping you to feel more comfortable. You’d exchanged your ages, mentioned how you’d both been invited to the party, and why you’d both seeked refuge in one of the bedrooms, away from the party.

He was friendly. Maybe that’s why you had eventually sat on the bed next to him.

He was good looking. Maybe that’s why you had been able to look him in the eyes as you conversed.

He was funny. Maybe that’s why you laughed along to his antics. 

You eventually felt more and more comfortable around him, glad that you had let him stay in the room with you. You began to open up a little more, becoming less shy. 

He was charming. Maybe that’s why you didn’t stop him as he pressed his lips against yours. 

It had been a long while since you had broken up with your ex. Maybe that’s why you’d let things go so far.

He’d called you ‘Princess’. Maybe that’s why you’d given him your number the next morning.

If someone had asked you, you would have told them you could never be in a friends with benefits relationship. Now you wondered if that was what you had. You knew that anyone who knew what was going on would judge you, so you kept it to yourself. You deleted the almost weekly ‘Hey, Princess, you free tonight?’ texts. You would pretend he had the wrong flat on those few days he turned up unannounced whilst you had company.

Friends with benefits are friends who occasionally hook up, but you and Cory weren’t even friends, so what did that make you? Sure, you knew his name, his age, that he was friends with a friend of your cousin, and that he didn’t really like parties. But that doesn’t make you friends, that makes you acquaintances. So were you acquaintances with benefits?

He was addicting. Maybe that’s why this whole situation was so confusing.

��Why the hell didn’t you even tell me you were a trainee? Were you just using me to try and get famous this whole time?” He spat.

Your best friend had got you an audition with an entertainment company a few years ago, and you’d been a trainee ever since. Your company was pushing you to join a survival show, and the contestants had just been announced to the public. Obviously, Cory wasn’t too happy about seeing your face among the 19 other trainees. You’d been arguing for about 45 minutes at this point.

 “What did you think? That we would become friends or date so that I’d introduce you to all my other idol friends? You think you can just sleep your way to the top like that?”

The insults and accusations just kept coming and coming, and you didn’t know what to do. It was surreal. Was this even happening? You didn’t know.

It wasn’t much longer until you finally snapped. 

“Why didn’t I tell you? We aren’t friends, Cory. We don’t talk or have normal conversations. You didn’t tell me you were an idol! How was I supposed to know? In case you forgot, I’m foreign, I’m not Korean, I don’t even know of that many idols.” You threw back. “And sleeping my way to the top? This isn’t America, Cory, you’re an idol, you should know it doesn’t work like that. And even then, why would I still be sleeping with you if all I wanted was fame? It’s been, like what? A year? Don’t you think I would’ve given up already?” Your voice was becoming quieter and forced the more you spoke, and so the last sentence was almost inaudible. “Did you forget that it was you who came onto me in the first place?”

His expression changed almost immediately, his red faced angry look exchanged for a look of utter heartbreak. After a while he finally spoke, his voice cracking as he did.

“Princess, I am so sorry. I am so so sooo sorry. You’re completely right. I don’t know why I reacted like that, I’m so sorry, please forgive me.” He started peppering little kisses all over your face between his apologies. 

He was cute. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t stay mad at him, and giggled as you playfully pushed him away.

He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Maybe that’s why your heart started pounding in your chest. 

Everything changed after that day. You saw each other less because you were so busy, but when you did meet up, everything was a lot more meaningful. Nothing was rushed, it was more passionate and slow. Pillow talk and cuddle sessions would occur, he would sometimes even run a bath for you to take together. Occasionally if he was free, he’d sleep over.

This only made the situation more complicated though, you still had no idea what you were to each other. You wondered what his members, friends and family would think of you if they found out. You wondered how it would affect his career and your possible career if this got out.

But there was something about him. Maybe that was why you’d let this whole fiasco carry on.

Despite the fact that you’d only known him a year and a half, whatever you had had more meaning to you than what you had with your ex, and he was your first love, who you’d been with for eight years.

“What? Like a date?” You’d asked Cory after he’d asked you to the movies, you’d unfortunately been eliminated from the survival show, but it meant that you had more time now. Cory had just finished group promotions and so was free this evening.

“Yeah, sure, a date.” He replied with a smile.

There were very few people in the theatre, due to it being so late of an evening. The movie you were watching, just like every other movie had a ridiculous love story twisted into the already crazy action storyline. It made you a little uncomfortable watching a sex scene on such a big screen. 

“You ever wanted to have sex at a movie theatre?” Cory joked, slinging his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

You pushed him away with a chuckle. “No.”

“No? You haven’t? I thought that was something everyone’s dreamed about?”

“You dreamed about having sex in a theatre?” You asked with a laugh.

“Hey, don’t ruin my fantasies.”

“Well, if you wanna jerk off in a movie theatre, go ahead. But don’t do it around me, don’t tell me about it, and don’t get caught doing it.”

He laughed as he pulled you into him, planting a big kiss on your cheek.

At some point your hands became intertwined, and they stayed like that until after the movie ended when you were on the way to the market to see if there were any stalls or shops open in the early hours of the morning. They stayed like that until you reached your house, your arms swinging merrily as you talked on the way home. He watched you yawn as you reached your apartment.

“Tired?”

“Very.”

“Just go straight to bed then, make sure you get some sleep.” 

You woke up in the middle of the night. The site of Cory sleeping peacefully opposite you made the smile spread across your face. The weight of his arm around your waist made you feel safe and warm.

This was the first time you’d spent properly with Cory, without sleeping with him. Maybe that’s why you felt so at ease.

He’d promised to introduce you to his friends soon. Maybe that’s why you were feeling so happy.

He looked at you with love and adoration. Maybe that’s why you were questioning how you felt about him.

 You think you’re falling for him. Or maybe you’d been in love with him this whole time.

[lyrichartwell]

Sim Part 4

So I played some more Sims.

Describing this household for @neighborhoodlum: So this household is the one with my characters in it. Most of them are from the story “Nexus”. There’s Emery, Fawn, Conall, Zola, Cedric, and a character who is unnamed in the story but who I’ve just called “Red” in this. Fawn is now in the household of @hexistentialcrisis‘s Sims. Also, Conall and Red(who never actually even meet in the story) fell in love. I set Conall’s aspiration to “Big Happy Family” but forgot to set Zola as his daughter(since in the story she isn’t and I didn’t realize this meant he wouldn’t be able to fulfill his aspiration), so now Conall and Red have adopted a child named Pace.

Starting off, I decided to add Eve, the character from this story

Also, I found out how to make characters vampires!

So because she’s new and a vampire and because of other things that happened, I think  a lot of this post will end up being about Eve.

Okay so first off vampires can do things like make vampire puns? I like to imagine that at first the rest of the household doesn’t know that Eve is a vampire so she just moved in and suspiciously never goes out during the day and constantly makes vampire puns.

They can also.... do this? I guess that’s how they recharge their energy when you get skills like turning into a bat.

Okay so before this post becomes pretty much all about Eve for a bit this is one of the only screenshots I got of the other characters doing stuff. So, yeah, before getting into all the stuff with Eve, I’ll just recap what’s going on with everyone else.

Zola is now a straight A student but I guess I’ll keep her as a teen until she fulfills her current aspiration(musical genius).

Cedric is still a really awful criminal who has yet to even have an arch-nemesis. (though, he really doesn’t like Rook, and given that Rook is a super spy, next time he meets Rook I’ll probably make Rook his arch-nemesis)

Emery just.... does his thing, I guess. Same with Red.

Conall actually has a ton of friends who throughout the time I was playing kept calling to invite him to nightclubs and bars. He also had a few enemies, one of whom is dead, and the other is The Joker.

Anyway Eve went over to the main household at Midnight just.... to hang out, I guess?

She talked to a few people but at this point I noticed that she was getting thirsty... and it would probably be really bad for her to go into a frenzy at the main household... Now, she could just lure someone into a room and compel them let her drain them of a little blood, or, she could ask someone for some of their blood. I decided to see if the latter would be possible. First step:

Use her vampire powers on @hexistentialcrisis‘s Sim to learn all about her personality to better befriend her.

Stargaze and take pictures in an attempt to befriend her.

Uh, flirt, I guess.

(you know how I said I should stop giving Sims the soulmate aspiration? Well, nothing else fit, so I figured the soulmate aspiration with the romantic trait would be fitting(read the story if you want to know).

So yeah, I just let Eve go down this road bc maybe it would help and honestly I was having fun with this little story of Eve seducing/romancing Sim Victoria so she’d agree to let her drink her blood.

At this point they went back inside because little sparks and smoke were starting to come off of Eve and she was starting to sizzle in the sunlight and I’m pretty sure that isn’t a good thing. (also aw first kiss even though at this point it’s because Eve was just trying to seduce her to get at her blood)

Which... didn’t even work. After this, Eve asked, and then Sim Victoria said no and left.

Plan B: corner Sim Matthew in the bathroom and drain him. (at this point I was a little worried she’d kill him but I mean I guess at least that’d make room for me to make a Sim of @supercreativedreamerthings next time)

It didn’t kill him though, he just passed out. Eve left right after this.

Meanwhile Red, Conall, and Emery watched a movie together. During which Red had the option to “Praise Vampire Lifestyle”

Red feeding Pace. I won’t include too many screenshots of Pace because I feel like I overdid it with screenshots of robin last time but there are a lot of screenshots of various Sims making silly faces, bouncing him, feeding him, or whatever else. I’m very frightened of small children in real life but outside of reality they’re adorable.

A little while later Pace witnessed Eve draining just a little bit of blood from Emery.

You can actually see the bite marks(also, Emery doesn’t seem at all worried about the fact he was just bitten by a vampire)

Meanwhile Conall got angry and decided to beat up Blarffy.

So I won’t include any other screenshots of Conall going to nightclubs and bars because it’s pretty much all the same. Someone texts or calls him and he goes out and dances and talks to people. (lol you can tell I’m an introvert by how much barely contained disdain there is there for the idea of going out and socializing at a club)

Anyway in this screenshot though he was actually invited to join a club, which he did. And... yeah, basically just dancing and stuff except now he can tell people he’s part of a club.

He did meet Bruce Wayne and had a dance off with Sim Joe though so that’s something.

So I gave Eve the “gloomy” trait so occasionally she does just crawl into bed and cry. (relatable)

Meanwhile Fawn invited Red over to hang out and the two of them actually didn’t talk at all but she did play chess with Thea for a bit

And she gave Robin a hug because she was sad.

Aaand while there she got sick and apparently this illness made her all giggly and silly and stuff which led to...

Her daring Luce to streak across the neighborhood(to which Alfred disapproves)

Back at the main house Eve learned how to turn into a bat so.... that’s something

Sim Victoria came over to the house and her and Eve started flirting again. Here’s the thing, ever since Victoria told Eve no when Eve asked to drink her blood, Eve had the “ask Victoria to go steady” whim. So I imagine that it started out as Eve just trying to seduce her for blood, but then when she said no, it turned into infatuation and then (probably) turned into love.

Anyway they kept flirting until it led to “woohoo” (during which Sim Victoria kept just fricking kicking Eve in the head), then the next morning

Eve asked Sim Victoria to be her girlfriend(to which she agreed)

After this Sim Victoria did agree for Eve to drink her blood.

Afterwards Eve kissed her hands which I thought was just so frickin adorable

Meanwhile Zola decided to play Hooky from school (ooooooo) at.... some random Ancient Ruins that for some reason exist here? Okay.

She lit a bonfire and then Luce and some guy showed up and they all started dancing so.... that’s something

And then started playing a concerto with her violin.

The last thing was just Eve asked Sim Victoria on a date but somehow the date “failed” and Victoria left so idk maybe there’s some drama with that relationship or probably the game just glitched.

Anyway, next time I’m going to show the Bat Family Household(probably going to remove some characters so add like... maybe Jason or Duke or Cass. Probably at least Duke and Cass.)