#they’re expecting their little belle!! ahh!! :D

[lumiereandcogsworth]

Making Memories

Maurice/Maria (Belle’s parents)

Word count: 664

Tags: Domestic fluff, pregnancy

on Ao3!

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The house creaked, that’s how Maurice knew Maria was home. “Up here!” he called as he continued his brush strokes on the canvas. He heard her footsteps along the floor below, even heard her sweet singing that never seemed to cease. Soon there was the steady sound of her climbing the stairs, her singing voice becoming clearer, until she was there in his studio, singing happily to his back.

“Auprès de ma blonde, qu’il fait bon dormir!” She sang, completing the note and getting a chuckle from Maurice. “Bonjour, my darling.”

“Bonjour,” he smiled as she kissed his cheek.

Maria rested her hands on his shoulders. “This is beautiful! Who is it for?”

“Paul-Antoine Archambault. He’s a banker. I think it’s a gift for his wife.”

“That must be a good commission, no?”

It is,” Maurice replied, concentrated eyes on the canvas. “But I don’t know how happy I am with it. The painting, I mean.”

“Why?”

Maurice shrugged, picking up more red with his brush. “I feel I’m rushing it.”

“Well then,” she kissed the top of his head as she walked around him to the window. “Take your time!”

“Why didn’t I think of that?” he smirked. “He wants it done by next week.”

“Plenty of time, darling. Don’t doubt yourself.”

Maurice nodded, adding more details to the painting. “Yes, dear.”

Maria smiled, then walked over and sat on the windowsill bench, watching their beloved Paris below.

“Are you hungry?” Maurice asked.

She shook her head lightly. “Not yet.”

Maurice continued painting, Maria continued humming. The artist looked up at her occasionally, he couldn’t help but admire her silhouette out of the corner of his eye. She was pregnant with their first child. It was nearly her time, if the midwives had estimated correctly. They were both certain it was a girl; no rhyme or reason for it, just some sort of feeling.

Maurice silently laid his brush and paint palette on the table beside him, quickly exchanging them for his sketchpad and a stick of charcoal. He adjusted himself ever so slightly so he could see her more clearly, then began quickly sketching out her form. At one point she leaned her head back against the window frame, but it didn’t deter the artist.

“Darling, do you think we could— What are you doing?” she said, noticing the pad in his lap and his entire posture shifted to face her.

“Don’t move, my love. I’m nearly done.”

“Well it is no wonder why you are worried about not having enough time! Distracted so easily,” she tisked.

“Distracted by beauty, yes,” Maurice replied, a smirk on his face.

Maria scoffed, blushing and rolling her eyes. “I should know better than to sit in here while you work. And how can you find me beautiful like this? I am the size of a house.”

“Hush,” he said, then blew on the paper to clear any remnants of charcoal dust. “You’re a work of art, Maria. And I won’t be scolded for making memories.” Maurice stood, taking the pad and stool with him, then joined her at the window.

Maria took the pad in her hands, smiling at the drawing of her.

Her husband leaned closer. “Before long, we’ll be far too enamored with our little one to remember any of this,” he said, wrapping an arm around her belly. He then kissed her shoulder, “I don’t want to forget a single moment.”

Maria leaned her head on his, humming happily. “Why are you so good to me, hm? I love you, silly man. And I think I am hungry now.”

“Then let us eat,” he replied, standing and taking her hands to help her up. He pulled her in for a sweet kiss. “And I love you too, amour.”

The couple left the studio and descended the stairs, leaving the sketch of her silhouette on the bench. Maria began singing again and Maurice laughed, singing with her as their sweet afternoon carried on.

[haikyall]

A Splash Wouldn’t Hurt

Synopsis: A luxurious vacation, a vacation you know too well mainly cause it was only in your dreams. But Inarizaki Men's VBC decides to change that.

WC: 4078

Trigger Warning: none

Genre: Fluff

Parining: Inarizaki x Manager!Reader

It was homeroom period when you received a tap on your left shoulder as you were writing notes on what your team members— the Inarizaki Men’s Volleyball Club— should improve on. You look at the direction it came from, you realize there was a figure beside you that was eyeing your work. It was Osamu “Wow, you’re making notes on us? How cute of you,” Osamu says, peering over your notes.

“Yeah, I mean it’s the least I can do as your manager,” You sigh, looking at your notes which included a whole list of what certain members were good and what they should do to improve things they weren’t good at.

“You know, the semestral break is like a week away right?” The wing spiker starts as he sits at the table in front of you. He settles down his bag down and brings out a notebook related to the first period. You were well aware that the semestral break was a week from now. You have been planning to…… well, sleep the break away. You never had any plans to enjoy it, even if you were not part of the middle-class economy, you just felt lazy.

“Yeah, what about it?” You say paying attention to your teammate that was looking at you with an expectant gaze.

“Well, Atsumu and I are having a little yacht party.” Osamu starts. Wait a damn minute… a yACHT PARTY? A Y A C H T? Your eyes widen at what you were hearing, Osamu just smiles at your reaction, knowing well enough that even if you’ve known the twins your whole high school life, you still get overwhelmed at just how wealthy they were as star athletes.

“And the only ones invited are the whole team, without the coaches of course, and by the whole team, we included you on the list.” The second-year continues, okay, I mentioned your eyes widened, this time your eyes went out of your eye sockets. Osamu laughs, loving the reaction he’s getting. You couldn’t believe him. They don’t possibly want you to come, maybe they asked you out of pity and hoped to say no.

“But, I’m just your manager…?” You say, still confused at the offer. Osamu just smiles.

“We appreciate you more than you think.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, the boys looked at you not as a club mate or as a manager, they looked at you like you were their little sister. They genuinely want you to go. But you didn’t know what to bring or do on a yacht, mainly because you’ve never been to one or even seen one. Last time you “saw” a yacht was at your d r e a m s.

“We want you to come, it’s fine if you don't bring anything aside from things you’d bring to a beach like towels or sunscreen.” He trails off. He then looks at you dead straight at the eyes with a pleading look.

“Even I would be sad if you didn’t go.” You felt a little amount of heat creep up on your cheeks.

“…You guys… want me to go?” You hesitantly ask to which Osamu nods eagerly.

“Outings as a family won’t be the same without you,” The second-year says with a small smile on his face, still waiting for you to take the offer. You were still hesitant, how are you going to tell your parents about this? Fortunately, Osamu read exactly what’s on your mind and smirks.

“Kita-kun took care of your parents and they agreed” By this time your jaw fell to the floor and Osamu laughs again, thinking your reaction is cute. You fell silent, what else was stopping you from bonding with them?

“… You want me to bring some marinated lamb? Or steak?” You start, flipping through another page, making a list of what to bring, keeping in mind the favorite foods of each member. The wing spiker is shocked.

“Waaa, you know us that well huh?” You only smile as a reply. The school bell rings, signifying the start of class.

“Start with preparing your luggage for a 5-day trip. Kita-kun will send you the other details.” Was the last thing Osamu says before he turned in front, ready to greet the teacher, leaving you in bewilderment.

‘A little fun with water balloons won’t hurt as well right?’ You thought to yourself, not interested in the class. To others, it looked like you were taking down notes for the class. You scribble away more ideas to make the event more fun.

________ First Day 5:00 am

Your parents dropped you off the dock that you were supposed to meet the boys. You were immediately greeted with Kita, Oomimi, and Akiga. All three hugs you and says their greetings to your parents. Oomimi and Akiga took your belongings and took them to the yacht while Kita thanked your parents for letting you go and bringing you to the dock safe and promises that you will return in alive and in one piece.

“Ahh, our sister is here!” Atsumu greets you with a hug. Osamu takes some of the luggage that Akiga is carrying, seeing that he is struggling.

“You can receive serves and all but you can’t carry a bag?” Osamu disses the libero to which Akiga bites back with

“You’re lucky the volleyball is already inside the damn yacht”

Ojiro just smiles at you saying, “Would you like a roommate or you wanna have a room to yourself?”

“I’ll have a room to myself if that’s fine?” You ask shyly.

“Of course it’s fine you precious little thing!” Atsumu exclaims, ruffling your hair in the process.

“Just beware, we might knock on your door to annoy living hell out of you” The setter teases.

“Today we plan to be a chill day so after the twins do their tour, you do whatever you want and all that,” Kita says.

“Oh, and if you feel the boat speed up or slow down that’s mainly cause Suna-chan is manning the wheel” He continues. Wait a holy minute-

“Yes, Suna has a license and is trained by his father so we should be fine and yes, he knows how to stir the boat, darling” Osamu —who came back together with Akiga and Oomimi after putting your luggage on the boat— completes your thought.

“You’re so cute when you’re shocked like that” Ginjima gushes while the other boys just chuckle.

“Let’s board the boat, shall we?” Atsumu leads the group into the twins’ luxurious and— I kid you not— enormous yacht. You kinda ended up gawking at the boat since it is pretty huge and it’s your first time. Your gawking only ends because Akagi lends you a hand to get on the boat.

“You can stare when you get on it” Akiga teases you, making you turn to a little cherry as you say your apologies and step foot into the yacht, you just end up marveling it at its glory.

“Just like the ones in the movie right?” Atsumu teases. As the group fanboys on how cute you looked when you were processing that you were, in fact, in an actual yacht, you eye the outside portion of the yacht, a bar with stools where the boys were hanging out, some white sofas and grey bean bags with a center table, a grill and the main attraction, jet skis that were parked on the yacht.

“Are these actual…” You trail off, Osamu smiles at your speechless.

“Jet Skis? Why, yes they are. They are like my babies” Osamu answers.

“Hey ya trap, they’re my babies too!” Atsumu shouts from the bar.

“The twins have a rule that the room picking will happen a little later after the tour so that you can see which room you want.” Kosaku trails off. You nod as you understand the meaning of the rule.

“And it’s a fun game honestly. We also leave our bags at the dock until the tour is over, we won't be making any stops on the islands you will see, it kinda just sight-seeing” He continues and walks over to the twins to which you follow.

“Ya ready? Cause there’s a lot more to take in besides the jet skis” Atsumu teases and you just get a bit more flustered. Cue Kita hitting Atsumu on the nape and the team laughing at them.

“Cut the manager some slack, ‘Tsumu, not everyone’s as fortunate as the two of you” Kosaku states.

“Can we start the tour already? I’m dying to take a nap” Suna yawns and the twins start the tour ________ Time Skip: to 6:00 am

There were essentially 12 rooms all of which have a queen-sized bed and a washroom that has a bathtub and a separate shower hall. There was also another bar with a karaoke and billiard room with some game consoles like Xbox 360, PS4, etc. A gym, a kitchen and dining room, a sauna and jacuzzi a changing room, a viewing deck, and an inflatable slide at the roof of the yacht. The only staff there was were maids, 4 bartenders, a few bodyguards, and another guy that is licensed to stir the boat when Suna is busy.

You and the boys were hanging out at the lower deck which was where you were gawking the jet skis. They made you decide on the room you want. You chose the room nearest to the viewing deck since you like to take the view in from the night.

“Well, now our dear sibling over here has a room its a matter of competition for us” Atsumu states, and Osamu just sighs and looks at you with a tired expression.

“We’re gonna race two to see who gets the room they want, we let you get your room so that you can take down who gets which room.” Osamu gently explains. You nod and reach for the notebook inside your bag, it became a mannerism for you to bring your club notebook wherever you went with the boys… including this one.

The first pair were the twins, then Kita & Oomimi, Ojiro & Ginjima, Suna & Kosaku, and finally, Akiga & Riseki. Was it chaos? Of course, it was. The twins ended up getting the same room so you had to negotiate a war of rock, paper, and scissors and Atsumu being a baby per usual because his older twin got the room. Kita and Oomimi were by far the calmest since they chose different rooms. Ojiro and Ginjima took some time because they kept on going into the rooms that were taken by the other members and Ginjima getting disappointed the longer the search goes. Suna and Kosaku were kinda calm until they chose the same room as well but didn’t resort to the bickering the twins do. Akiga and Riseka also took some time since they were the last pair to choose a room.

After that, the twins acquainted the team with some rules to follow which were just 6:30 pm was the time of dinner and 12:30 was the time of lunch, and breakfast was optional. Because they are athletes it is a must that they attend the dinner and lunch. They also have to tell the group chat if they were unable to eat and it needs to be a legitimate reason. And there is a schedule for every room so that the maids don’t die of exhaustion. They also had a debate on having a bedtime and if midnight snacks were allowed. They ended up resorting to not having one and midnight snacks are available.

________ 8:00 am

After all, that chaos was settled with you decided to go to your room where you get to explore it in even more detail. But then the exhaustion of taming the boys took over you as your body uncontrollably falls to the white circular bed and you soon drift off to Dream Land.

_________ 10:00 am

Your eyes finally flutter open as you check to see what time it was with the watch on your arm. You quickly fix your hair, face, and the bed as you take in your new surroundings. You take notice of the wooden floor. The table had essential oils and a diffuser right next to it and bright lights around the mirror for makeup. The television was actually inside the wall and the washroom had a little window which can be covered with curtains and more bright lights for the mirrors, there were wall hooks for hangers or things needed to be hanged. One of which was a hanger for the bathrobe the yacht provided. It was a rather spacious room, so spacious that you’d think that you were in a hotel rather than a yacht.

“It’s big mainly because it’s considered the master’s bedroom” You look back to the door, which was where the voice came from. The voice came from Osamu who was leaning at the door frame. Behind him was the rest of the team with a small smile on their faces.

“We’re going to hang out by the lower deck, cause Idio- I mean, ‘Tsumu-kun challenged me to a Jet Ski race, wanna watch? Kita is gonna start grilling the steak you brought” Osamu continues. You nod and say you’ll just change clothes. You change into a white tube bikini which is covered by a white see-through tassel and head to the lower deck which is already starting to smell like grilled steak.

You see the boys quietly yet not so discreetly check you out which makes you bring a little bit of heat on your face. You take a seat at the white couch you take notice of their outfits. The twins, Ginjima, Riseki, and Oomimi were shirtless with some swim trunks. Kita was also shirtless but is wearing an apron cause he’s grilling some meat. Kosaku, Ojiro, Akagi, and Suna were wearing white tank tops with some swimming trunks.

You also observed that there was something similar to what the boys were wearing, sunglasses. Suna has his sunglasses tucked on the collar of his shirt, Ojiro has his tucked on the right pocket of his shorts. Kosaku’s and Osamu’s were resting on their head Akiga and Oomimi were wearing a chain where the glasses were hanging on. Ginjima, Riseki, and Atsumu were wearing their glasses. Kita’s were hanging at the loop of his apron at the back.

“Rules: No flipping of Jet Skis. Don’t hit each other or the yacht. No insane tricks that will get you injured and have fun. If one of the drivers falls off the Jet Ski, instant game over” Ojiro states and the twins listen to what he has to say.

“Five rounds around the yacht. First to park their Jet Ski and get off from it wins” Ojiro smiles with his eyes closed as the twins shake hands as a sign of camaraderie.

Ojiro opens his eyes with a serious face as he says the catch, “Winner gets to throw water balloons at the loser.” The boys show a look of shock and confusion cause as far as they know, they don’t have water balloons.

“What are ye talking about? We don’t have—” Atsumu starts but is caught off by Ginjima

“Y/N-chan brought some water balloons, would be a shame if we don’t use it… Right?” The wing spiker taunts the boys. They turn to you and all you can do is smile while having a chat with Oomimi and a sleepy Suna. All of a sudden the twins’ expressions turned from shocked to competitive, the face you’d see when they have an official match at volleyball.

“Oh you’re on,” Atsumu says to which his twin just shrugs

“Scared you’ll get wet?” Osamu says while arching his right eyebrow.

The startling roar of the Jet Skis causes you to jump a bit while the other boys remain unfazed, Ojiro, standing at the edge of the yacht, raises his arm “Ready,” The twins look at each other and turn back to the sea.

“Set,” By this time, the siblings are playing with the controls to make the Jet Skis roar louder but they’re still in the same displacement on the water.

“Go” Ojiro puts down his arm and the two twins are on their way. Suna— whose is essentially lying down on the bean bag beside you— pokes your left arm resting on the sofa’s armrest.

“10 water balloons, Osamu-chan wins” You smirk at the bid, why not eh? Nothing wrong with a little splash.

“Fine, 10 water balloons, Atsumu-chan wins” Suna smirks at your statement and looks at the sea.

“Stuff like this makes me sleepy” Suna yawns and it causes you to giggle.

“You’re always sleepy, Suna-chan”

“It makes me sleepy and at ease” Suna smiles, happy he’s made you laugh every once in a while.

Kosaku though it would be nice if the lower deck had some music so he played “Party Poison” by My Chemical Romance as he and Riseki start filling up the water balloons

________ 10:30 am

The twins are back but Atsumu won by a millisecond. You laugh out in rejoice as you saw your next victim of the water balloons. You were so overjoyed that the attention was on you. “Suna-chan and Y/N-chan over here decided to make a bet on who wins. Our sibling won cause they placed their bet on Atsumu-chan” Riseki explains to the twins.

“Don’t place such a huge bet on me Suna-chan” Osamu sighs in defeat while Atsumu was busy making fun of his older twin that lost.

The two stand on the metal part of the lower deck and were the jet skis were parked. Riseki starts to throw one water balloons and others follow pursuit. Well, let’s just say you may or may not didn’t count how many water balloons you guys were throwing at the pair. And Ginjima may or may not have filmed the whole event happening including the start of the race.

_________ 11:00 am

After assisting the two boys on what they need to change clothes. You hang out in the entertainment room where everyone was playing a match of Mario Kart while waiting for Kita finish making lunch. You wasted no time into putting this on camera since this was pure gold.

“No! That’s cheating you- AAAAAAAAA”

“SHUT UP YOU SQUEALING PIG”

“YES! I GOT I- OJIRO-KUN”

“AHAHAHHAHAHAH DIE YOU SORRY EXCUSES OF LOSERS”

_________ 12:30 pm

Lunch was served, it was steak with mashed potatoes and mango panna cotta for dessert. Although we ate in peace, there was still tension as to playing that last Mario Kart match. Kita, oblivious to the chaos a while ago, has zero idea to what even happened but feels a strong tension.

“Alright, what’s bothering you kids?”

“I swore you cheated on that last match” Riseki looks dead straight at Akagi who was happily enjoying his medium-rare steak. Cue Kita rubbing his forehead and being the epitome of ‘Ah shit, here we go again’

“I will not deny or accept that” You were informed by their coach about the rowdiness and loudness this group has but these boys always seem to have something to bicker about.

“I DONATED YOU A DAMN LIFE PACK IN LEFT FOR DEAD 2 AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?”

“We live in a capitalist world, my dear child,” Akagi smirks, knowing it’s gonna fume his kohai to the roof. ________ 1:30 pm

Yes, it took you an hour to calm down the two well, mostly Riseki who felt offended by the actions of his senpai. After so, you decided to have time for yourself at the sauna. You grab your wardrobe and your new clothes which were plain red sweatshirt and some cycling shorts and walk towards the said room. You go to the changing rooms which had a little locker aisle so that you can put your things in.

You take off the tassel that you were wearing and toss on the bathrobe. It was a little big for you but it will do. You head to the sauna in which you spent your time enjoying. It was a place that showed the scenery outside and therefore you get to marvel at the beauty of the islands at the same time it was playing calm piano music.

You took this time to look at the videos Ginjima sent you and your compilation of videos and photos to decide what to post exactly.

You ended up posting that stolen solo picks of the boys while they were busy doing things. Yes, you have a stolen photo of Suna that is a w a k e. You also post a picture of yourself with your back facing the camera and your arms spread out. The last photo you posted was a group photo with you and the boys taken in the dining room before the incident happened.

The boys, on the other hand, were putting the appreciation gifts they had brought for you to your room. Arranging it in the most aesthetic way they could on your bed. They tried not to make any noise as you can hear their footsteps due to the wooden floor. They quickly made their way to the viewing deck to inflate the slide to make an alibi to be there.

________ 4:30 pm

You head to the viewing deck wearing you a sweatshirt and cycling shorts only to know that the boys were sliding down the inflatable slide. Oomimi sees you and carries you bridal style to be next in line. You panic as to knowing your outfit.

“You guys, I’m not really—,” you start as Oomimi sets you down on the slide. Atsumu laughs at your response.

“Well, sorry, love~” was all the setter said till his members pushed you off the slide. It felt like going down from the highest point of the ride of the rollercoaster. You screamed your whole lungs out and you swore you died till you felt nothing beneath you. You were flying in the air for what seemed like a century till you were engulfed with water. Its comfort in surrounding you made you feel safe but you had to go to the surface. When you did you were smiling but then at the same time you felt as if you were betrayed by your siblings over there on the yacht as they were laughing their asses off. Suna who was stirring at that time, was also chuckling to himself after hearing your screams of death seconds ago.

The ones in the water, Kita and Ginjima helped you go to the yacht as they knew you were gonna murder the boys. The moment you climbed back on the boat. The maids handed you a towel to which you used to whip at the boys for revenge making them die of even more laughter from you.

________ 6:30 pm

You were still damp and a towel was hanging on both of your shoulders when your dinner is served and it was grilled lamb with some fried rice and crème brûlée as dessert. This was the time the boys noticed that you posted something on social media and gave out their comments of appreciation especially to your photo. They took into detail their photos and realized that they were stolen. This was the perfect opportunity for you to post the uhhh… not so good looking photos of them. But you were worried about the number of unpleasing photos they had of you so you decided to go against the idea. And luckily there was no world war happening since you already forgave them for their little stunt a while ago and they did have fun.

_________ 7:45 pm

You head back to your room to wash and get changed for the karaoke night the boys proposed. You open the door to see the wide arrange of gifts the boys had prepared just for you. You start to tear up from the effort the boys pulled just to show you their gratitude towards you. You took a picture and sent it to both the group chat and social media as a thank you post. A mess of a team they were, they were your mess and you loved every moment you had with them.

[nikatyler]

I’m currently trying to play my bpr again. Keyword trying because that save hates me. I might just move the family to a new town, we’ll see. I’m actually installing a few custom towns as I’m writing this. I might pick one of those even though they’re not berrified. But oh well, I don’t need to have a bright and colourful town for them. I mean, I don’t even use the berrified names of towns, their names don’t sound very berry-like either (they’re just colourful), and you will probably never see my berry sim say “oh my berry”. Though I should probably consider doing that because I swear too much and censoring it by saying berry and fudge and stuff could help :D

I’m going back to school on Monday. I don’t want to. It’s going to be hell from now on until the end of May, I can tell. I’m already exhausted just thinking about it.

alfalfalegacy replied to your post “˜º Sammy Rose”

The Sammy/Cassandra one

My heart ❤️❤️

I knooow!

Also, their story will start super soon. FINALLY. I’m so excited.

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A mood honestly

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Please! Sammy. LUL

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Sammy’s a mood

myopiccc replied to your photoset “Let’s check up on Sammy, shall we? She’s still upset.”

LUL!!!

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Let’s check up on Sammy, shall we? She’s still upset.”

Sammy is a big mood

So the moral of the story today is that Sammy is a mood and I 100% agree with you

Also she’s relatable because this is actually my mood 24/7. Getting upset over little things? Check. Hating everyone? Also check.

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Dylan no

Imagine if this became on of the things I do religiously in my saves

Welcome to simmeronnie, we’re abducting guys named Calebs and leaving our loved ones at the altar, enjoy your stay.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Lmao looking at my notifications all of my sims who aren't gay are bi or panXD

To be honest, my blog is only getting gayer with time and I’m totally down for it

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Have fun on your trip!

Thank you! It was an interesting one. We visited a library in the capital city of my region. It was great! I mean, I’m a nerd for libraries, I’m actually studying librarianship now (and maybe I’ll continue studying it at uni, I don’t know yet) and this made me go “wow I could imagine working here” so...you can tell it was a good trip. Modern libraries are great. And I’ll stop rambling here.

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They are STUNNING! T-T

I know, I couldn’t believe my eyes *-* Didn’t expect them to turn out so gorgeous!

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She’s cute! That dress came with the free patch the celebrated the Lunar New Year.

Thank you! Oh, it makes sense that it’s been added with a recent pack. I haven’t actually played sims 4 too much lately, so I completely missed it.

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Oh. I love him. ��

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Oh my precious little blueberry! <3 I love her!

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OMG she's so cute��

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Oh thank you so much!

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Haha, don't worry, he's very handsome! Thank you so much

I’m glad you guys like them! I had a lot of fun creating them.

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You're the winner Sammy! after all!!

Oh wait yes that makes sense! It’s karma for what he had done to her earlier! :D

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........ my heart............T-T

I live for these coincidences but then I always end up crying

Why do I care so much about them they’re just sims and it’s not real ahh

create-a-sim replied to your photo “Bold the Facts Yes, I’m doing this again! I was tagged a few more...”

I love Sharon! Also, I have the exact same shirt irl :D

I’m happy to hear that, she’s one of my faves as well! And man, I’m jealous! I don’t even know why, but I’ve been wishing for a Guns N’ Roses T-shirt for a while now. I just desperately want it...even though I usually only listen to like three of their songs so I don’t feel like I can justify buying it. Like...I’m a fan but not that big of a fan. But I want it ;-;

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Uhh…those sounds, that’s not police, is it?”

That expression tho

We love absent minded sims here

myopiccc replied to your photoset “Everybody wants kung-fu pillow fighting”

I DO love the Roses. LUL

That means a lot to me ♥

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Regan: “Crap, Lydia, you scared me. What do you mean by ‘still’?”...”

I wonder how many people thought that ?? Was a mysterious stranger

I was the one ������

It could have been her future girlfriend but I didn’t even think about that :D Also I’m now imagining if she turned around and saw one of the ghosts, that would have been pretty funny. And sad at the same time.

keynekysims replied to your photoset “Kids, today we’re going to learn to drive with Miracle Rose.”

When in doubt, ram the car in front of you!

I’ll keep this in mind when I finally start attending driving lessons

Spoiler: I’m not planning on attending driving lessons anytime soon because driving fucking scares me

igglemouse replied to your photoset “Uhh…those sounds, that’s not police, is it?”

They are coming to appreciate your art!

Yesss that’s totally it! They want her to decorate the police station!

[gcrminatorarchive]

With his shift ended, after escorting a rather nasty-looking germ inside the precinct and making sure he’d be put away properly, Osmosis had headed out to his car to drive over to check on his Mun, in a very jovial and happy mood. He takes notice of the many Christmas lights that her neighbors had up on their homes, and when he sees her family’s home, he can’t help but smile at their choice of decor; A little wooden Christmas tree sign with colored glitter was in front of her lamp post, which had two bells hung on one limb, two wooden, white-painted reindeer with silver glitter ribbons around their necks were leaned against a few trees, and a projector nearby displayed some Christmas lights onto the house shaped like Santa Claus, Candy Canes, Snowflakes, and Stockings. He grinned lightly, having a feeling Ais had a hand in the decorating. After all, when it came to holidays and decorating for them, she, as he’d heard her say countless times, ‘went big or went home’. 

He gets out of his car once he pulls into her driveway, heading inside.

He sees that her bedroom door was open, and as he suspected, Ais was right there, typing away at her laptop. He hadn’t seen her that much this week, and it was good to see a friendly face after working at the FPD. It was then he’d noticed how much of an adult she looked right now, aside from a few things; He remembered when she was five she was no higher than his kneecap, and she had a gap between her front teeth. He really missed those days when she was younger. But he knew she was growing up, and that was something he couldn’t stop. He then smiled, quietly stepping in with his hands behind his back, and once he was close enough, he taps her shoulder, making her look up. He grins, opening his arms and moved his brows up and down playfully, expecting a hug.

“He-Hey, what up, girl! Yer favorite cell is here~.”

// *grins* Really? I didn’t know Leah had tonight off.

He mock gasps, putting a hand to his chest, playfully offended, but grins still.

“Ex-cuse me? Oh, baby, you know who yer favorite cell is! I’ll even give ya a hint: They’re th’smoothest, coolest, most butt-kickin’ germinator ya know! C’mon, who is it?”

// *rubs my chin* Hm...Don’t think I know a cell like that. If I did, I’d say their ego needs to go down a peg or two. I’m at a loss, sorry. *smirks playfully at him*

Ozzy’s jaw dropped slightly, and he lowered his arms as she gave a giggle at his dumbfounded look, then he pouted.

Oh, she wanted to play hard to get, did she? 

His grin returned and became more mischievous as he casually stepped in front of her now, facing the back of her laptop. Without saying a word for a moment, he shuts her laptop promptly with one hand.

“Oops.”

// Hey! o~o;

He chuckles, then Ais huffs, turning away from him with her arms crossed, pouting childishly. He smirks, coming around back to the side of her bed to try and charm her once again, nudging her with his elbow.

“Awww, don’t be like that, sweetheart! Y’know I'm just messin’ wit’chu, right? Huh? 

C’mon. Smile!”

She turns up her nose at his attempt to suck up to her, then looking away when he tries to pull the corners her lips up into a smile with his index fingers. Ozzy gave a ‘tsk tsk’, then smirked deviously, taking a seat next to her on the bed then snaking an arm around her to hold her in place.

“Well, I guess I’m just gonna have’ta make ya smile, then.”

Before Aislinn could react, she feels Ozzy give a poke to the middle of her belly with his finger, and she squeaks and jumps, trying to hide the smile that just appeared by looking away more. The cell grins, now stroking his finger lightly against the spot he poked.

“Ahh, I think I saw somethin’ there! C’mon! Y’know ya wanna~.”

Jones’ eyes shone with playful mischief, as he now used all of his fingers on his hand to wiggle lightly on her stomach, making an uncontrollable smile appear on his friend’s face, and her choked giggles soon follow. She tries to shove his hand away, but he kept on coming with his gentle tickling.

// Heheheh, Ozzyyyy! ^^ Stop! D-Don’t tickle me...!

“Heh, y’can’t be all pouty an’ expect me not ta tickle ya, baby.”

Ais soon lost the battle as he tickled her a bit faster, now using both hands, and she fell back on her bed in a fit of giggles, him looming over her with a big grin on. Every little trill he got out of her made his nucleus swell happily. Ozzy then found her laughter contagious, as he couldn’t help but chuckle along with her. He decided to rub it in a little more, cooing and teasing her like she was a little kid again.

“Awwww, s’that tickle, Aisy-Daisy-Baby? I bet it does! Tickle-tickle! Tickle-tickle!”

// *laughing* JONES!! CUT IT OUT! x’D

“Who’s th’number one germinator? C’mon, say it!”

// HAHAHAHA, YOU ARE, YOU ARE! ^o^ *works up some strength to hug him tight, and nuzzles him affectionately* Heheheh....You are. ^^ <3

The cell is taken aback a bit by the sudden embrace, but grins nonetheless and returns it, rubbing her back gently, deciding to hold her. He smiles down at her, as she makes herself at home in the hug.

“Heh, dat’s right! And don’t ya forget it.”

She smiles too, now closing her eyes as she held her friend warmly.

// I won’t. Hey...Ozzy?

Ozzy grinned at her playfully, a brow raised, as he knew already what she was going to say.

“Le’me guess: Ya love me, right?”

// *smiles up at him, nodding* ^^

He smiles back, then runs a hand through her hair in a caring manner, winking at her.

“What a coincidence; I was gon’ say th’same about’chu, girl.”

// <33333

He lets her rest her head on his shoulder, one hand gently stroking her back soothingly while the other cradled her head. He murmurs to her lowly, making her open her eyes again as she listened. He then said something that made her heart tighten, and made a large weight come off her shoulders...

“And I always will. Yer family, Ais. I always got’chu. Whenever y’need me. I love you.”

// ....*holds him closer, blinking away touched tears* <:’) <333

[wannawrite]

Don’t I Know You From Somewhere [ pt.2 ]

PD101 / YH's Justin X Reader [ fem ver ] 

part one Fluff, angst Word count: 3637 • your two weeks as a 'mentor' officially commences • it's a struggle not to fall for all 97 of the boys • but Justin has captured your heart and you can't break free • you wish it was forever but it's only temporary ahhhhh thank you for all the love on part one and anon requested part two so here we go :) I struggled a little bit but I hope it's good enough. I love my Yuehua babies

this is a mess

- admin L __________ A round of applause broke out when BoA invited you to take centre stage at the podium. You smiled at the pairs of curious eyes staring at you as whispers started floating about. You inhaled a deep breath. "Hello, wow. It's so surreal to be standing in front of all of you talented people. I'm probably the most inexperienced one in this room." BoA and Kahi offered encouraging smiles. You continued. "I'm honoured to be invited as a guest judge, mentor for this week and I hope that we learn something. I know that... I can address a lot of people here... formally as my uncles or aunts. But I hope that you guys don't overlook me and I'm very excited to work with all of you. We'll be together for a lot of activities, so get used to my face. I'll be around for episodes one and two. Let's work hard! Fighting!" God, Y/N. That sounded like you were running for school president. Presidential rally. You thought, blushing as you returned to your seat. "Yes, yes. We welcome Y/N to the panel for this week. I hope all of you are excited to see what she brings to the table. Y/N will be focussing more on D to F classes but she will be attending to everyone," BoA stated, laughing at the groans that emitted from the A to C class boys. "Awww, you guys have had enough of us?" "Okay, we will be issuing this week's mission." Let the weeks of mentorship begin. ... You walked into the practice room where class F was practicing. They were so focused no one noticed your presence until the chorus of the song. How did they end up in the last rank? They're all so good? What? I don't understand? The world became a blur of continuous bowing. ( remember when Triple H visited and everyone lost their shit bc same ) As soon as everyone had settled, you asked how practice was going. "It's great now that you're here," a trainee, Yoo Seonho, shouted. A blush filled your cheeks as the whole room erupted in shouts. "Aw, thank you Seonho. But seriously, if there's anything you guys need, I can talk to BoA or something. Everyone okay with the choreography?" You scanned the room for even the slightest protest. Another trainee raised his hand and admitted he was struggling a little, face reddening. He seemed young and overall, scared. You beamed. "Ahh, it's okay. Let's work together on it. I'm sure your hyungs would be happy to help. I suppose I can show you the part you need help with too. Should I dance?" You still asked even though you knew the answer. It was what survival show mentors are supposed to do. Everyone cheered even though you swore you messed up like eighty percent of the choreography. It's okay. A survival show can have some gag sometimes. You observed as the trainees danced the choreography in groups and pointed out even the tiniest mistakes, offering advice and tips. The cameras zoomed in on every single bit and honestly, it felt a little overwhelming, even for a person who had faced cameras and the limelight for two years. An hour flew by, you were having a lot of fun practicing with the contestants. Before you left, you watched all of the trainees dance to the song one last time. Satisfied, you applauded enthusiastically. "Great job! You guys worked so hard and I can see obvious improvements. Don't be nervous about the revaluation, don't think and just dance. I believe in all of you. See you guys later!" You waved and bowed goodbye, partially wishing you could spend more time with them. They are such a blessing! They all have bright futures ahead of them. I hope they debut soon. Damn, I know I'm going to emerge out of this place with 97 contacts added to my phone. You followed the staffs who escorted you to the D rank trainees practice room. You knew Justin was in this rank and you hated to admit it, but it made you anticipate their session more. Why was your heart fluttering? Why were you so attached to him? It puzzled you beyond belief. Clearing your head, you stepped into their practice room, beaming. The boys were having a short break, drinking water, and whatnot but all sprung up from their places to greet you. Similar to the F grade boys, they were all cheerful and smiley. You posed a few questions of the workload and if anyone needed specific help. When they all agreed that their performance was showcase ready, you sat back to watch them. They were rather in sync and on the beat, just a few nicks here and there and they would be fine. You pointed out a couple of improvements needed but other than that, there wasn't to do. You could sense that these trainees were a tad bit more confident but you couldn't allow that to get to their heads. ... Justin was still in shock from what was happening. He couldn't comprehend the fact that you, yes, you, a sunbaenim was working with them. Even though all the other mentors were so well established and popular, you just brought a whole new level of energy. It was refreshing. Justin almost messed up his dance because he was so focused on admiring you. He found it amazing that you were being so nice to even some rather problematic trainees. ( i don't believe there were any ?? ) You were so kind and willing to help. Justin couldn't find any flaws in you. You were perfect. It encouraged him even more with the knowledge that you were supporting him. Justin was so captivated by your words of encouragement, he didn't even realise when the rest of the trainees started to bid you farewell so he was late on standing up. He flushed pink when he saw you giggling at him and the blush stayed even after you were long gone. "Yah! Jusssssttttiiin, Justin has a crush!" Kim Sanggyun, a fellow D class trainee teased, poking Justin's cheek. ( guys idk about you but I feel like these two could have been close for the short time they interacted full offence but I wanted it to happen. ) Justin swatted his hyung's hands away gently, huffing, but not in a mean way. "Okay, but who doesn't love Y/N? She's the best! Y/N is my favourite mentor...so far." Another trainee blurted out. Justin felt a sharp pang in his chest but he ignored it, quickly recovering. He tried to keep an unfazed expression but obviously failed. Lee Gunhee noticed his discomfort and patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Justin-ah, it's okay. Come, let's get back to practice so we can perform the best stage. Okay?" He crooned, shooting his dongsaeng a genuine smile. "Work hard Justin, you are doing well." I cannot let simple things like those kinds of comments get to me. Concentrate, Justin. You shouldn't even be feeling this way. ... Over the next few days, Justin managed to conceal his feelings well. Only because you were hanging out with the F class trainees more. But suddenly, you were overseeing the D ranked trainees for two days. Everyone loved you. Unsaid, you were the best mentor. Every time you were around, you made sure everyone got interval breaks and even allowed the boys to eat snacks if they needed to. Still, you held a level of expectations and strictness. No one complained about how you were bossing them around on confessional camera though, it surprised you. "Justin, watch your hand movement that that verse," you remarked before scribbling that down in your notebook. Justin sighed and nodded. Why can't Y/N uplift me with praises? Is there something I'm not doing correctly? He stressed over it for a bit. Seunghyuk had to force open his mouth to drink water when it was break time again. "Hyung, what am I doing wrong?" He asked, staring blankly into space, visibly upset. Seunghyuk pursed his lips together. "Justin, concentrate. You can do this." He rubbed the younger boy's back before retreating to his position in the dance. Hmm, Justin's improving. A little slower but he clearly is. And...he's getting more and more good looking. Stop! Stop, Y/N! Stop getting attached to him. You forced thoughts of the blonde boy to the very back of your head, observing one of the group's performances to point out any flaws. There were very few of which you were grateful for. The bell rang just as you wrapped up the morning session and dismissed them for lunch, congratulating everyone for working hard. The trainees dispersed into their separate groups and disappeared down the corridor to the dining hall, cameras eagerly following. You requested for some time alone so the remaining staffs and your manager stepped out, telling you to join them soon at the usual staff table. Finally. The past few days had been so hectic, you just needed a break from everything. You just needed time alone. It was oddly comforting in the empty dance studio. Sure, it wasn't like the one back in WannaWrite Entertainment, the one you grew up in, but it would do. Your back tensed against the cold and hard ground but you really couldn't care less. You were sprawled out in the middle of the room and in a weird way, it brought serenity to you. There were no cameras, no staffs, no trainees, just you. You liked it. Then again, it would be much nicer if you had a friend or two to talk to. It certainly was not complaining, just listing your sudden lack of luxuries. All of a sudden, the door was flung open and you shot off the floor, nearly breaking your ankle in the process. Your gaze locked with Justin's. His eyes grew large. "Y-Y/N? W-what are you doing here? It's lunch time," he stammered out, obviously surprised that you lingered behind. "Sorry! Did I interrupt anything?" You dismissed it with the flick of your wrist, shaking your head. "Nope. Sorry, you can come in." He shuffled a few paces into the studio. "Why are you here? You okay?" Justin shrugged and pointed to his black baseball cap lying in a corner of the studio. "I left my hat here." He moved to retrieve it but paused, not returning to lunch immediately. "Y/N sunbaenim, you aren't coming?" You blinked then sighed in uncertainty. Rubbing your temples, you apologised. "Sorry, I'm just feeling a bit... off today." Justin was by your side in a flash. "Sunbaenim, do you need anything? I can go call the nurse," he offered, panic evident in his tone. "Justin-ssi, please, just call me Y/N. We are like border lining friends already," you stated matter-of-factly. "O-oh. Um, sure. Y/N? Y/N...uh....do you want me to stay with you? We can talk? If you're okay," he added quickly. "It's fine if you don't want to. I-I'm just...suggesting." You chuckled, patting the spot on the floor next to you as a gesture for him to sit with you. He happily obliged, fixing the hat on his head. "You can rant all you want, I won't expose you," he said. A smile graced your features. "Thanks, I know you ( know ) won't." ... It continued like that for the next couple of days. At random times, right after the cameras cut or during lunch and dinner breaks, you found yourself in the company of Justin. The locations were pretty random too, in the dance studio, maybe a smaller practice room and once, even the picnic tables on the far side of the compound. Though it was tough to avoid the cameras, you were willing to go the extra mile just to bond with the talented Yuehua trainee. Every time you visited them for training, he was improving. In fact, all the boys were. So, you weren't stressed when they received their teams and songs. It did mean that you saw Justin a lot less as he spent more time with his teammates. The selfish part of you hurt and wanted him back but you knew he wasn't exactly yours, to begin with. This was crucial to his survival in the show, you wanted him to fight for his spot. During this time of lack of Justin hanging around you, you ventured out to bond with the rest of the trainees and by the end of Thursday, you had saved at least another forty contacts in your phone. When you flipped through your list, you realised you still hadn't save Justin's. It upset you. But now was not the time to be affected by such things, you would get it from him after his performance, allowing him to focus. Soojung and Doyeon - whom you had grown pretty close to - huddled in your hotel room. Each of you was busy texting your managers or something but eventually, Doyeon set her phone on the coffee table and smiled smugly at you. "Soooooooo," she dragged out, giggling. Soojung caught on after awhile, she gently smacked your phone out of your hands to grab your attention. "Hey!" you protested, getting up to retrieve your fallen phone. "I don't even like him!" The other girls snickered. "Who said anything about liking anyone?" Soojung pointed out. "Awww, Y/N, you just admitted that you like someone. Who is it? Is it Jusssttiinn?" You tried to beat around the bush as much as you could, ignoring the smug stares they shot you. Rebutting all the unsaid rumours of you and Justin and denying everything. Doyeon rubbed her lips together, "Mhm, keep telling yourself that, sis." "Unnie!" You whined, shrieking in despair. You raised your hands in mock surrender, "Fine, you caught me." "Red-handed." One of the girls added. Your mouth fell open in shock. "What? When? What do you-. I haven't done anything." Soojung laughed, "Ahhh, Y/N, it is sooo obvious you like Justin. Somi already created a ship name. She said she saw you two spending time... alone in the practice rooms. Hmm, sounds familiar?" Doyeon let out a series of 'oooh's. You allowed yourself to flop onto your bed, groaning. "But so what? I'm only here for like two weeks. It's not going to happen," you cried, it was a painful and desperate one but honestly, short-term pain is better than long-term heartache. Warm tears rolled down your cheek, you quickly brushed them away but no matter how fast you wiped them away, new ones replaced those almost immediately. You felt the arms of your friends wrap around you and they rubbed your back comfortingly. "Y/N, it's okay. If it's meant to be, you two will work it out." ... As you waited in your seat in the panel room, you thought hard about the previous days. Seeing all the trainees grow and learn nearly brought you to tears and you were anticipating all of their showcases tonight. Maybe some a little more. I can't fall in love in such a short time. It isn't love but I definitely....like him. Y/N likes Justin. You, like Justin. I suppose it's only natural. Those words repeated themselves like a mantra over and over in your brain, yet, you were completely captivated by Justin's 'Replay' stage. It also didn't help that the amount of aegyo was enough to destroy the earth. Your heartbeats were abrupt and quick as if you were the one who was dancing and singing. It was pretty clear every fan in the audience felt the same way, you swore that someone had already passed out. Who wouldn't? "Wah, I'm so proud of them. They grew so much over this week," you commented, pleasantly surprised. Cheetah and Don Mills nodded in agreement and it made you glower with pride. The sunbaenims I've been with are actually agreeing with me! "Especially Justin, he did well today." Someone - you couldn't be sure who - added. At the mention of his name, heat rose to your face and you did your best to casually agree. I hope that edit that out! Fans are sure to catch on. They notice even the tiniest of details, form conspiracy theories and solve them better than the FBI. You were out of the room as soon as the last performance ended and the cameras had cut, determined to get to Justin.  The rest of the mentors stared after your disappearing figure in surprise. A staff member made some lame, mildly suspicious excuse but they didn't prod for more details. "Y/N sunbaenim! How wonderful! We were just looking for you." Unfortunately, a handful of staff members caught you and escorted you to the other interview room for a couple of quick questions. You internally groaned, the waiting room was just within reach. You were annoyed, to say the least. Was the universe trying to pull us apart? Wasn't it trying to bring us together a few days ago? Sighing, you obliged but the interview answers were choppy. Your focus was not on that right now and it was quite obvious. "I'm sorry, I'm very tired right now. My apologies," you fibbed, hoping your excuse was legitimate. The crew seemed understanding and cut it short, saying something along the lines of filming it tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow was your last day here. The last day as a mentor. The day before you returned to a normal schedule. Your manager practically had to half carry you to the van, she joked about how heavy you were but quickly zipped up when she saw your miserable expression. The ride back to your hotel was silent, filled with dismal thoughts. What am I going to do? ... Just a few weeks back, I stood on this exact stage, at the same podium, giving my welcome speech and today, I'm bidding this cast goodbye. There was no point in hiding the tears, the fell freely but you continued to smile and reassure all the boys that you were fine. Doyeon nearly dashed out of her seat to embrace you. Wow, there are fewer pairs of eyes on me this time.....what did they do to deserve that? ( referring to the eliminated trainees ) "I-I'm sure all of you experienced heartbreak at tonight's elimination and...last week's one too. I hope, I hope my absence won't affect you too much. Just know, know that I am rooting and voting for you. I want you to continue to work hard and succeed. Each one of you in this room has individual charms and talents and my wish is for you to put them to good use. Never hesitate to call me, many of you now have my phone number. I'll always be here for oppa. Thank you so much to all the crew and staffs and of course, my sunbaenims for the invite," you went on, pausing and sniffling in between words. A couple of your friends were sobbing with you, Justin, being one of them. "Do not be discouraged! I know you will debut! Thank you so much for this opportunity, I will miss all of you a lot." More tears fell as you made your way back to your seat. But before you could, a pair of strong arms caught you, bringing you closer to the owner's chest. You'd recognise his touch anywhere despite your short friendship. Justin. The entire room erupted in shouts and cheers. The loudest ones coming from your fellow idol friends. After you broke away from the hug, you smiled and reached up to wipe away Justin's tears that stained his handsome face. He tried his best to hide the fact that his hurt was beyond belief but it was written all over his face and the pain in your chest worsened. The world was a blur but you two found yourselves in a waiting room, staffs rushing to get water or tissues, cameras off. Without the eyes of the world watching, you sobbed into Justin's suit jacket. "I'm sorry we didn't have more time to hang out." He shook his head. "No, no. You don't have anything to apologise for. We're still friends, right? I'm going to miss you so much, Y/N," Justin confessed bashfully. You threw your phone at him without any words but he got the message and keyed his number in. He waved the new contact in your face. "See? That's me. You can call me anytime." "The same goes for you. Seriously, anytime. I'm so glad I got to know you. You are such a blessing." "No way. I should be the one who is grateful. Y/N, I admire you so much it pains me... to know that... we honestly, can-can' be more, for now." "Call and text me frequently. That way, I'll never forget you. Justin, I like you...a lot but, y-you and I both know how things are right now. Maybe when this is all over.... we'll see," you replied, dabbing away stray, rebellious tears. "Of course but before that, may I?" Your breath caught in your chest when Justin cupped your face with his hands. The thudding of your heart against your rib cage rapidly sped up and you became fully aware that Justin's face was two cm away from yours. You leaned in and closed the gap, planting your lips on his velvety soft ones. He tasted like warm sugar and honey, it made you feel all fuzzy. He pulled away but he wasn't gone forever. On the ride back to the hotel, if you touched your lips, you could recall how his felt against yours. To a certain extent, it was bittersweet but you knew that this blooming relationship wasn't just from anywhere