#There will be communities that meet up and interact at a library

[synchodai]

Controversial take incoming but posts comparing AO3 to parties or potlucks are so... objectively wrong. If you want a space that guarantees "fandom building" (which is not even what most of these posts want; they want comments on their fic which is *not* two people mutually geeking out over the source text, it's one person engaging specifically with THEIR text), there are forums, online writing groups, and social media spaces like tumblr and reddit which have long threads on metas and discussions.

AO3 isn't a potluck — it's a library. You can't insist AO3 isn't social media and say in the same breath that readers are morally obligated to socially interact or else risk being "fandom freeloaders." People who only check out books from a library and not participate in anything else are not "discouraging authors from donating books to the library."

[notebooks-and-laptops]

If u ever feel bad about yourself know that today at work I got so invested in a debate we were having surrounding whether social media was a good or a bad thing, that I loudly exclaimed "there's no library writing group that wants to read about my two favourite fictional guys kissing" and then had to exist while everyone stared at me like I'd grown two heads

[alltheprompts]

Dp x DC prompt #13 (yay lucky number!)

What if Danny is introduced to the family not as a gremlin, but as his friend from community College and he is so freaking normal that it makes the entire family suspicious. The only reason Jason decided to bring him along is that he knows Danny seems too normal for their cohort and it will utterly freak out Bruce and Tim, confuse Grayson and set off Damian. Jason though, he knows Danny is only normal for the first few times of interaction, then he starts getting weird even by Bat Family standards.

Jason: Hey. I brought my friend from campus tonight.

Danny: Hi! Nice to meet you!

Bat family: *suspicious eyes* Nice to meet you.

Danny: I totally didn't believe Jason when he said he was one of 5 kids but he proved me wrong. Lol.

Bat family: How'd you meet Jason?

Danny: OH! He's been tutoring me in English class and I've been helping him with Calculus. We met at the library when I was trying but failing to type a paper and ended up irritating him with my groaning. He walked right over asked me to shut up and I apologized and said I was having difficulty *insert English homework here* and he had a look utter disgust and surprise and said "how the fuck are you having problems with that?"

Jason: I was disgusted. That was such an easy topic.

Danny: For you maybe! Anyways I said "Well if it's so fucking easy, explain it to me. And he did! With way better clarity then my professor. So I thanked him and asked what I could do in exchange for help. He then told to stay fucking quiet o he can work on his stuff. And we went on about our business. A week later we were both back in the library again and he was banging his head, so I went over and asked if he was okay and he yelled to leave him alone and he just as I was about to leave I noticed he was working on calculus and told Jim I could help if he wanted. He looked at me like I was insane.

Jason: I was cause you are. Most people don't ask to help after being yelled and cursed at.

Danny: But you had helped me on my english paper! I wanted to return the favor! This happened a few more times before it became normal to meet at the library and work together!

The batfamily is reeling at this strangely normal and meet cute type story and the fact that Jason was going to college and nobody knew somehow (Alfred knew).

After meeting Danny, they stalk him to see if he was acting normal or trying to mess with Jason or Jason manipulated someone normal to mess with them. The first while Danny seems perfectly normal and innocent but after a while they start getting a feeling of something off about Danny like he was both him and not. They also notice that Jason tends to stay calmer when he is around Danny. As they realize he is weird and they slowly figure it out, they actually get less anxious about Danny. As someone not quite normal or human in Danny's case was far more comforting for them then anyone of them managing to befriend an actual normal civilian with no apparent baggage or extreme homelife. A

[callikari]

WHEN YOUR ❀ 닫다

。 when the campus player meets the it-girl, he starts to fall without meaning to

西村力 x fem!reader · fluff ??? to lovers 🍚 129O wc ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა mutual pining skinship (hair playing) college au mentions of past flings riki is 100% a ghoster

more like this 🥿

you were the kind of girl who turned heads just by existing.

perfectly polished, always in your signature shades of pastel and pearl, and never once caught slipping—your instagram feed looked like it belonged to a celebrity, and your followers treated it like gospel. you weren’t loud. you weren’t mean. you didn’t have to be. your presence did all the talking, and the campus noticed the second you stepped foot into orientation.

“that’s y/n y/l/n,” someone had whispered outside the coffee cart. “transfer from new york. she used to model for muse.”

“she’s best friends with karina and wonyoung,” someone else added, a little too loudly. “they’re basically the most popular girls on campus now.”

truthfully, you didn’t care much for the title. you just wanted to study communications, drink overpriced matcha, and make it to your thursday 10 a.m. without running into—

“he’s staring again,” winter muttered under her breath, flicking her eyes to the gym across the courtyard.

your eyes followed her gaze, already knowing who she meant.

nishimura riki.

6’0” and all limbs, with sharp cheekbones, permanent bed hair, and the coldest resting face you’d ever seen. the star shooting guard of the university basketball team. quiet, unreadable, and undeniably hot, he was known for three things: leading his team to nationals, ignoring every girl who tried to talk to him, and ghosting the ones who somehow made it past his walls.

girls still tried, though. and why wouldn’t they? he was a walking fantasy.

but none of them lasted longer than a week.

and yet… he was looking at you like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

again.

the first time you officially met riki, he had said nothing to you.

it was at a party hosted by sunghoon and jay, who were, unsurprisingly, as rich as they were hot. your friend group was clustered on the balcony, sipping something pink out of champagne flutes while the guys set up beer pong in the living room.

“what are the odds he talks to you tonight?” liz asked, nudging you with her shoulder.

you glanced over her glass, already knowing who she meant. riki was sitting on the arm of the couch, legs spread, black hoodie slouched off one shoulder, silent while his friends joked around him. he didn’t laugh often, but when jake said something stupid, he smirked.

just a little.

“zero,” you replied, sipping your drink. “he’s never said more than five words to a girl in public.”

“except to make out with them and disappear,” rei added under her breath, and the whole group burst into laughter.

you weren’t expecting him to stand next to you half an hour later, leaning against the balcony railing like he belonged there.

“you don’t like parties?” he asked, voice low, a little gruff.

you blinked. “i—huh?”

his lips twitched, the barest ghost of a smirk. “you keep checking the time.”

you hadn’t realized he’d been watching you.

“i have a shoot tomorrow,” you said. “8 a.m.”

he nodded once. “still came out?”

you shrugged. “my friends dragged me.”

he glanced behind you at the rest of your group, who were all trying (and failing) to act like they weren’t watching this interaction with wide eyes.

when you looked back at him, he was already looking at you again.

“you don’t talk to many people, do you?” you asked.

“no.”

“but you’re talking to me.”

he tilted his head slightly. “you’re not like the others.”

that was the first time you felt your chest tighten.

it started subtly after that.

he’d sit near you in the dining hall even if his friends were across the room. he’d pass you the ball during intramural scrimmages even if you’d never played seriously. he’d walk behind you in the library and mutter “move” when you blocked his path—only to reach past you for a book you couldn’t reach on your own.

you were playing with the sleeve of your sweater one day when he plucked it from your hand.

“nervous habit?” he asked.

“i guess.”

he looked at it. let go. “cute.”

you were pretty sure you forgot how to breathe after that.

"you know he’s not like this with anyone else,” karina pointed out one day as you sat in your shared dorm.

“i know,” you said, brushing a hand through your hair. “he hasn’t even looked at another girl in weeks.”

wonyoung raised an eyebrow. “but do you like him?”

you paused.

riki was annoying sometimes. blunt. sarcastic. hard to read. he never smiled unless it was at you, and even then it was faint. but when you were cold at the court last week, he’d tossed you his jacket without saying anything. when your heel broke at the team party, he gave you his sneakers and walked you home barefoot. when you casually mentioned that you liked cream puffs, one showed up in your locker the next day with no note—but you knew it was from him.

so yes. you liked him.

but saying it out loud felt dangerous.

“…i think so,” you admitted.

"you’re in my hair again,” he said one afternoon, not looking up from his phone.

you didn’t realize your fingers were threading through his soft brown strands again until he pointed it out. he was lying in your lap on the quad lawn, hoodie tugged over his head, eyes half-closed.

“sorry,” you whispered.

he shrugged. “i don’t mind.”

you glanced to the side, where heeseung and sunghoon were watching from the picnic tables like they’d just witnessed a solar eclipse.

sunoo had his phone out.

“are your friends always this subtle?” you asked.

“they think i’m not paying attention,” he muttered.

you laughed, letting your fingers gently scratch his scalp again. “you’re really not gonna stop me?”

“told you. i don’t mind.” he paused, then added, “only you, though.”

your heart stuttered.

it wasn’t official. not yet.

but everyone knew what you were.

riki didn’t flirt with other girls anymore. he barely even looked at them. if someone tried to touch him at parties, he moved away. if they asked for his number, he said no. and when anyone mentioned your name, his jaw would clench—just a little.

he didn’t say much, but his actions were louder than any declaration.

and when his friends brought it up, he just said “i’m not playing her.”

you were waiting for him after practice one evening, a cream puff box in hand, your cardigan slipping off one shoulder.

he walked out of the gym, sweaty and scowling, his hair a mess under his hood.

when he saw you, he stopped in his tracks 

“what’s this?” he asked, eyeing the box.

“i owe you,” you said softly. “for the other day.”

he took it slowly, fingers brushing yours. “you remembered.”

“i always do.”

he looked at you for a long moment.

then, “come here.”

you blinked. “huh—?”

he kissed you before you could finish.

his hands were gentle, one cupping the side of your face, the other slipping to your waist like he wasn’t used to touching something so soft. the kiss was warm, slow, careful in a way that made your knees weak.

when he pulled back, he didn’t let go.

“i’m not good at saying stuff,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours. “but i want this. you. just you.”

you stared at him, stunned.

then smiled. “good. because i want you, too.”

no one really saw it coming, not even you.

but riki, the campus player, had fallen hard.

and for once, he didn’t mind.

because when you touched his hair, he leaned into it. because when you smiled, he smiled back. because he didn’t care about the game anymore. he had already won.

enhypen taglist: @ash-engen @cheruphic @chrrific @jungwonbropls @ijustreallylike2read @ijustwannareadstuff20 @manaah02

© callikari — all rights reserved

[pellucid-constellations]

hi kathie! any cassian fics coming? :( cassian girls survive off crumbs in the fanfic community 😭

I know I said I was going to study and not post anything buuut I have to give a little something to the Cassian girls ;) (I'm also avoiding studying)

Cassian x reader drabble (w/ a quiet mate <3)

Masterlist

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"What about this one?" Cassian posed, holding the wrinkled paper up to meet your gaze. You narrowed your eyes and scanned the document, pursing your lips before shaking your head with a small smile.

Cassian nodded. "You're right, too small."

Feyre watched the interaction from the other side of the small library in the river house. The fire was roaring in the hearth beside her mate and Nyx was babbling in her lap.

"Do you think this makes sense?" Cassian spoke up again, tightening his hold on your waist to bring you that half-a-centimeter closer. You knocked your head back to rest it on the flat plane of his shoulder, humming and giving a soft maybe not.

Cassian grunted. "But that was what you said last week."

Feyre leaned in closer to her mate, voice low by his ear. "She's not actually saying anything."

Feyre had considered—a few times now that there was peacetime and calm in her life—that you and Cassian might share the same Daemati abilities that she and Rhys did. When Cassian spoke, you often did not. And still, Cassian responded as if you did.

Rhys softly pinched his son's cheek as the one-sided conversation continued across the room. "She's quiet. Always has been."

Cassian let out a chuckle. Feyre watched you shake as his chest moved, your face a shade darker as your mate craned his neck to gaze down at you. "Always so shy," he hummed, adoration making his voice impossibly thick.

"But he knows exactly what she's thinking. She just looks at him and he has a response for her," Feyre mused.

Rhys tugged his own mate closer as warmth lulled the room into tranquility. "They've been together for a long time."

"And she's still shy?"

"No," Rhysand laughed. "She's quiet. Cassian's... not quiet. His teases are just more vocal."

"I'm hungry," you sighed, eyes drooping.

Cassian pressed a kiss to the side of your head and abandoned his handful of papers on the center table. "I know. You told me earlier. Let's take a break."

As the couple bid their goodbyes and shuffled out of the library, Feyre mulled over the possibility that you hadn't really told Cassian you were hungry. He probably just knew.

[desiree-uk]

Functional Boards! (Masterlist)

I built a community centre to have sims meet and hang out, but most importantly, to get information of events around the town. There are some good noticeboards from mods that do exactly that, so I'll be placing them on the walls of my centre! I'll also be placing them on other lots too!

@phoebejaysims says there should be a list of functional boards as there are quite a few, so here it is! 😄 I've included their scripts too, so if you decide to use other custom decor boards, you can switch out their scripts with these ones using S3pe or Transmogrifier :) (You can place these notices anywhere you want, even at the sims homes, I just list where I place mine for some ideas. 😊)

4to3 Cheerleading Mod - Phoebejaysims

Join the cheer squad, check for opportunities and become a social media manager! Place at: School, Community Centre, Library, Gym. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Miscellaneous.PhoebeJaySims.Cheerleading.CheerleadingBoard

2. Bulletin Board - Arsil

Notes added to inform sims of events around town, reminders (to them or to YOU, the player lol). Any active-sim can add or delete a note and be read by others. Place at: Town Hall, Community Centre, Library, Gym, Post office, Job Agency, Grocery Store, Consignment Store, Sims home. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.rothnBulletinBoard.workingBBoard

3. Club Board - Phoebejaysims

Sims can browse the board to see which clubs are available in the neighbourhood and join them. Place at: Town Hall, Community Centre, Library, Gym, Post office, Job Agency, Grocery Store, Consignment Store. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Miscellaneous.PhoebeJaySims.Clubs

4. Club Calendar - Phoebejaysims

This calendar has uses on both residential and community lots! View Schedule: While on residential lots, the weekly club schedule for the lot’s household will pop up on the screen. While on community lots, if there are any open club schedulers in the same room as the calendar, all the schedules for the aforementioned clubs will pop up on the screen. If there are no open schedulers in the same room but there are open schedulers on the lot, the schedules for all clubs on the lot will pop up on the screen. Place at: Anywhere where there is a club scheduler or at a sims house! Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Miscellaneous.PhoebeJaySims.Clubs.Calendar

5. Get Pumped: Exercise Class Schedule Board - Olomaya

A board to announce the various fitness classes held at the gym or other places! Place at: Gym, Town Hall, Community Centre, Library, Post Office, Job Agency (for self-employed trainers). Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.olomaya.Exercise.GymBoard

6. Gig Scheduler - Nona Mena (Alternative Box download)

Find Work for Your Band Check for Available Gigs Get Band Opportunity These are band-related opportunities which are not considered Gig Opportunities. Place at: Theatre, Library, Community Centre, Dance Club, Watering-hole. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Decorations.Mimics.NonaMena.NonaGigPoster

7. Job Board - Ani/Mspoodle

A board for RH and skill-level job opportunities only! Brilliant! Lists all jobs available, and some specifically chosen to match the active sim's skills! Place at: Town Hall, Community Centre, Library, Gym, Post office, Job Agency, Grocery Store, Consignment Store. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.HobbiesSkills.ani_JobBoard.JobBoard

8-9. Opportunity Board - 2 versions - mintbeehry

v.1 - A board to find short-contract job opportunities! Lists one job at a time. v.2 - Use this version if you have the Modelling v2.0 Mod - https://modthesims.info/d/672701/modelling-interaction-and-skill-updated-3-3-23.html Place at: Studio, Theatre, Community Centre, Job Agency, Town Hall, Library. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.MintOppportunity.NewPinBoard

10. Student Council Board - Olomaya - TEENS ONLY!

Join the Student Council where they can then take on different activities such as run for office in the council and support school issues to try and make their school a better place. You can learn about student issues and the like through the Bulletin Board object! Place at: School, Town Hall, Community Centre, Library, Post office, Job Agency, Consignment Store. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.olomaya.StudentCouncilObjects.CampaignBoard

World Adventure and University Life Adventure Boards/Job Board for your Home Towns - Nona Mena

If you know of any other functional boards, let us know in the comments!

📝🤗

[mygnolia]

FALLING FOR MY MC! ౨ৎ y. jungwon

୨୧ -› where a music bank mc and leader of the hottest k-pop group meet and fall in love (again)

pair -› idol!yang jungwon x radio/podcast host!!reader | trope -› childhood friends to lovers | wc -› 1.9k | REN SAYS.. i thought this idea was cute when someone requested fanboy won + weekly idol mc reader (i never watch weekly idol so have music bank instead..) and im scared of writing idol x fangirl entirely so have this spinoff! | library

- you and jungwon have been friends for a while even before he went on i-land

- he’s always been into performing, singing, and especially dancing

- sometimes you’d stay behind at school and watch him do taekwondo + dancing

- and while he was student body president, you were the president of broadcasting too!

- you loved to talk to others and be in front of a camera and also wanted to make your own padcast, but never really knew how

- so you two were definitely in communication because of your positions!

- and… drum roll please… jungwon gets a little crush on you

- let’s just say he started thinking about you whenever you started morning broadcast for the school… or when you announced his name and his plans as student body president he went all blush-y

- he thought you were super cool and loved how effortless you were in front of everyone

- like time slows down when he looks at you, his eyes go glittery everyone else disappears..

- HES WHIPPED I FEAR!!!

more under the cut :3

- you two hung out a lot afterschool and sometimes at each others houses, but you also had other friends- friends who would also become idols!!

- you’re friends with chaewon and ningning hehe

- so now that highschools kind of ending, a lot of your friends started seriously pursuing music and the idol life, but you were never quite as devoted as they were

- and unfortunately by senior year, jungwon left for i-land :(

- you tried to be close but they didn’t allow outside communication and summer left you extremely busy

- and you were really sad that you couldn’t hang out with jungwon as much, but you still had other friends and were close to many from your school because of how big your journalism class was (aka where you did your broadcasting duties)

- but watching iland was your pasttime!! you voted jungwon EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. because you knew how much work went into his skills

- and who even cares if it was biased everyone was biased in their voting

- and you loved the drama and all his other members (but god it was heartbreaking and when jungwon stood on that second to elimination stage you cried)

- when enhypen debuted, you stayed a fan not just because of jungwon, but because of his interactions and their music

- enhypen was popular from the get-go because of iland, and you paid attention to their comebacks and texted jungwon every so often

- you two weren’t able to meet because of his busy tour schedule and back to back combacks (FREE MY BOYS)

- but you always supported them wherever whenever, and even trying to get concert tickets to attend whenever they were in your area

- plus you were still a broke college student and busy with your own interests

- but it didn’t stop you from consuming their content

- and if something happened you’d text jungwon, not really expecting a text back since he was so busy, but he’d always try to respond

- “omg not your cactus dying???” and he’d respond with some laughing

- “maeumi is so big now i saw her on your live on your arm” “STOP IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING”

- little things here and there

- and maybe yes… you were a little fangirl…

- ALBUM PULLS WERE HALF JUNGWON SOME SUNOO SOME HEESEUNG BTW!!! you were eating up your pc album

- and you’d always compliment him after a comeback or a show you went to

- “ahh! tamed-dashed is so good i think my fav song from your album is just a little bit! make sure you rest so your pictures turn out cute :)”

- OK BUT THE MOMENT YOU TRULY FELL FOR HIM like actually a ‘wtf omg why is yang jungwon so HOT why do i have a MASSIVE CRUSH ON HIM (again)”

- was…drum roll…l’officiel jungwon with only the blazer and then dicon tw-en-ty years jungwon with the cherry photoshoot (not projecting LOL haha…)

- yeah you were whipped

- but ofc you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, trying to keep your comments supportive more than fangirl-y

- you and jungwon finally have time to catch up when he’s back home for a bit, and he texts you more often since you were still somewhat busy with school

- and you two reminisce on how he wanted to be an idol pre-iland and how you love to talk on the radio which he’s listened to a few times!!! (yapper y/n agenda!!!)

- and you still loved to do broadcasting even in university

- you were on a few broadcast groups and was a temporary university podcast host for studying encouragement and you shared your struggles as an incoming upperclassman

- many people listened for the tips and fun story submissions to listen to while studying!

- and you’d look for jobs and hoped to find a larger podcast or station

- so much so that you auditioned and reached out to a popular radio show host about love and dating advice called ’Let’s Find You Love!’

- and your station was SUPER popular considering how sweet and sincere your advice was

- you were honest with viewers in toxic relationships and also got popular online

- special valentines day episode! you and your host shared stories about YOUR first crush and love experiences

- your host shared some bad relationships and what not to do! but you…?? you had a crush on yang jungwon. still. ofc he looked good!!!

- “to be honest, there was this boy in highschool who i liked, and i wish i got to ask him out, honestly. he was super sweet every time we talked, and he was always so hardworking.” and with the way you said it, the people who knew you from school couldn’t deduce if it was someone close to you or someone who you pined over from a distance

- agh the mystery!! everyone is hooked on your cute story, telling you to admit your crush to him!

- BUT HELLO?? ITS LEADER OF ENHYPEN JUNGWON YOU CANT DO THAT!!!

- tiktok frl went ‘damn i want someone to talk about me the way y/n from lets find u love talked about her crush’

- but it became a HUGE hit

- so much so that music bank reached out and WOAHHH

- they want you?? as??? an??? mc????

- usually they would pick idols, but the idol that did their music bank performance had an injury, and you were doing it alone since music bank didn’t want to start rumors!

- and woah.. enhypen new comback had you on your KNEES

- plus listening to jungwon is always so satisfying, especially to see him grow and explore different concepts and looks, you were not only loving the face cards being served but also his energy and love for his fans!!

- so yeah, safe to say your feelings for him were still there..

- but then they perform on music bank for xo, and you’re…THERE???

- jungwon’s looking at you, who’s looking super pretty as you rehearse your lines and the stylists are adding to your look before the show

- and he turns to his members like dude.

- and all of them are confused like ?? “jungwon what’s wrong..”

- “DUDE MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND IS HERE AS THE MC AND SHE’S SO PRETTY”

- thankfully camera crew was on break..but when they were back

- yeah fans were defo in their comments like “woah why is jungwonnie so nervous??” literally who’s gonna tell them the girl he hasn’t seen in like 6 years is in front of him pretty like how he remembers??

- and you kind of wanted to surprise jungwon by not telling him, but you also never had the time to speak up with all the media training you needed

- everyone was excited for you to be mc! it was a change of pace but a fun one for the audience

- welp it’s go time!!

- “hello everyone!! woah.. is it time for..my dating advice segment? nono! i’m here as…” you pretend to open a letter and look around “music bank’s emcee?? wow, such an honor!!” and ofc you turn on the dramatics to act

- and what group to walk in but enhypen…

- jungwon smiles IMMEDIATELY. fans analyzed this whole video

- ‘dude jungwon is WHIPPED for that mc’ ‘jungwon when he meets the pretty mc” “so we’re all seeing jungwon check out the girl on music bank or…”

- you had your own little script related to their new concept, asking a few questions and then moving onto a member specific question

- “jungwonnie! i noticed you wrote the part for hundred broken hearts! can we have you sing it?”

- THING IS…who says ‘jungwonnie’ so freely?? if you guys never met?? yeah speculation was running a little out of hand fr!

Jungwon shakes his head, dimples reappearing as he takes another look at you and nods. He sings his written part into the mic, and unknowingly, you smile too. “Ah- sorry, I’m too nervous to be singing it well.” And you scoff at him, looking around at his members. “He did it great, don’t you agree, Jake? Your voice is like an angel.” You call out to Jake, who originally sings that part.

Jake tells you, “Agh, he might steal my fans if he decides to sing that part live” and you laugh, eyes crinkling as you smile at Jake’s response to move onto the next question.

- and jungwon in that moment remembers why he liked you

- your laugh, your smile, your easy-going nature, and how much you had chased for your passions over the years

- and he’s just super super proud of you for where you are now, being a literal mc

- and he knows you love doing it

- after a bit more talking they went to perform and you went back!

- he’s super nervous after their performance and the members tease him for his little crush saying how he’d get a girlfriend before all of them

- oh yeah engenes were raving abt u

- “jungwonie’ and he doesn’t even look uncomfortable they must be friends”

- it takes a few internet detectives to figure out that it’s him who used to go to school with you and it’s him who you had a huge crush on woahhh

- and then jungwon found out.

- “y/n!! look at this tiktok lolol” “jungwon why is it titled ‘y/nwon confirmed with evidence’”“it’s funny >.<“

- ur freaking out like crazy

- cuz wdym jungwon SAW IT AND FOUND IT FUNNY

- so you’re like “haha yeah so funny…anyways wyd if it’s true.”

- and he’s like freaking out on his end like omfg is it true omg does she know “idk walk over and cuddle and kiss” HE BOLD!!

- anyways ygs do just that!! sooo cute and you two are very very secretive

- until…drum roll pls..one year after the initial valentines day episode on your podcast aka 7 months after you started dating jungwon

- and he’s waiting in your living room with all of your gifts but you have no idea since you’re recording live in your studio

- “for this valentines day episode i had people submit some cute love stories! and yes i will share one of my own”

- and you read all of them and laugh at the cute stories about love because yes love we love love!

- “the moment you were waiting for! so, little one year update, but i listened to you all and the boy i liked in highschool is now my boyfriend and we’ve been together 7 months!”

- yeah the internet freaked out

- because the timeline from xo comeback to valentines day makes sense for the engenes who knew

- but ygs are so cute so who’s complaining

reblogs + interactions are always appreciated :)

[yyokkki]

Riddle Rosehearts

A former city boy who ran away from home after refusing to become a doctor like his mother was.

Actually works as a lawyer at a small firm in the nearest town. He commutes by car and it's only a 30 minute drive with minimal traffic (thank god cuz his road rage is abysmal) but he works remotely on most days.

Is often found at the town saloon (the community centre after you fix it!) holding tea parties with Trey, Cater, Ace and Deuce or at the local library.

Loved Gifts: Strawberry Tart, Fairy Rose, Ruby, Universal Loves

"...Oh! Ahem, thank you farmer. Expect a return gift in the mail soon."

Hated Gifts: Eel, Clay, Royal Sword Cola, Universal Hates

"Ugh! This is unacceptable!"

Trey Clover

The local baker! His family runs a bakery in the city and he moved to NRV on his own to open another branch of Clover's Confectionaries.

He says the fertile soil and rich foragables make it the perfect place to gather ingredients on his own.

Rumour has it he runs a backdoor business for specialty toothpastes.

Is often found at the town saloon serving his pastries for Riddle's parties or at his bakery tending to his mini garden at the back.

Loved Gifts: Limestone, Pearl, Candied Violets, Universal Loves

"Thanks farmer! How did you know I needed this? ...I don't owe you anything, right?"

For Limestone and Pearl: "This is perfect! Now, to extract the calcium carbonate..." (Yes, for toothpaste)

Hated Gifts: Broken Glasses, Mustard, Universal Hates

"Oh... Uh... Thanks?"

Cater Diamond

A social media influencer and former travel blogger.

Used to travel a lot but decided to settle at NRV. He claims it's because the scenery and people are 'cute'.

Occasionally will go to the city with Kalim and Lilia to perform and hold concerts.

Is in a band with Kalim and Lilia, plays the guitar.

Is often found at the town saloon with Riddle, Trey, Ace and Deuce or in the town square chatting up the other residents.

Loved Gifts: Spicy Ramen, Diamond, Universal Loves

"Aww, you shouldn't have! #lucky #cutefarmer"

Hated Gifts: Anything Sweet, Clay, Universal Hates

"Aww, thanks but no thanks. #lame"

Ace Trappola

The local carpenter! Stays at Night Raven Valley with his older brother who he learned all his tricks from (bad and good).

Loves causing trouble and playing harmless pranks on the other residents (Deuce is his biggest victim), good at magic tricks too.

Plays basketball on sunny Saturdays with Jamil and Floyd.

The first character you meet, who was assigned with fixing up Ramshackle Farm. Shit talks your farm right to your face and holds no remorse.

Is often found at the town saloon at Riddle's tea parties or at the back on the arcade machines.

Loved Gifts: Cherry Pie, Cherry, Royal Sword Cola, Universal Loves

"Dwoes the wittle farmer have a crush on me~ Ack, I'm kidding!"

Hated Gifts: Clay, Oyster, Universal Hates

"Gross! Do you hate me or something??"

Deuce Spade

The local mechanic/handyman! He's self taught and lives with his mom, Dylla Spade who handles the deliveries in town.

Used to be a delinquent but has since turned a new leaf.

His passion project is modding the hell out of his motorcycle and hitting the roads.

Goes on runs with Jack every sunny Wednesday.

Volunteers at the Adventurer's Guild and takes requests from the board for security as his goal is to become a full time officer in the future.

Is often found at the town saloon at Riddle's tea parties or at the back getting obliterated by Ace in Junimo Cart.

Loved Gifts: All Eggs (Except Void Egg), Omelette, Battery Pack, Universal Loves

"Farmer! I knew you were a real one!"

For Battery Pack: "Thanks dude! I needed this for the finishing touches..."

Hated Gifts: Void Egg, Juice (He drinks it, it just reminds him of Ace), Bell Pepper, Universal Hates

"Hah? Oh, I thought you were pickin' a fight..."

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[charlietheepicwriter7]

Teen Villain Alliance

Chapter 7

Jazz had been against the Teen Villain Alliance. 

As proud as she felt for Danny creating a safe place for meta teens to go, it… it was still villainy. These were still kids, broken, strong, powerful kids, and the fact that so many of them fall into lives of crime was a tragedy. So the fact that Danny was explicitly allowing and even teaching these children to commit crimes… Words had been said. Loud, angry words that shook the walls with their rage.

Words that their parents didn’t hear all the way in the basement. As always too busy with their work to pay attention to their children–

Well. At the very least she made her feelings known. 

Armed with her best psychology textbooks and two years of Stanford classes, Jazz prepared for her greatest challenge yet: infiltrating a criminal organization. Run by her baby brother. 

It hadn’t been easy. After their argument, Danny had been keen to keep her away from his “project.” And Jazz couldn’t just suddenly pretend to be onboard with crime. Despite his low self-esteem, Danny was smart and definitely would figure out that she was faking. With Danny gray-rocking her and the mental health of all the children he could help at stake, Jazz did something drastic, something no one would ever expect of her and something that would horrify Danny. 

She transferred to Amity Park Community College and moved back home. 

Stanford hadn’t understood. Her new friends didn’t understand. Danny, spitting mad and accusing her of spying on him, didn’t understand. But with her less strenuous classes, and extra income from online counseling sessions, Jazz was able to track down their meeting places and help set up the Teen Villain Alliance. 

It had taken a long time to convince Danny that she wasn’t going to turn them in to the Justice League. That was her fault; she’d reacted viscerally to Danny’s pitch for the TVA and broken his trust. For someone already as untrusting as Danny, the fact that she even had it was the result of years of being there for him instead of their parents. 

Now, she was older. She’d gone back to Stanford after the TVA took off and started making a profit and gotten her degree. She spent days in the Ghost Zone looking after the kids that ran through the halls of her brother’s haunt. She held regular individual and group therapy session and was in charge of a whole slew of children who didn’t want to commit crimes–there weren’t many, but kids often took long breaks in between missions and she chose to count them among her number. 

It wasn’t an ideal life, nor was it one she could have prepared for, but it was hers. 

Returning to her warm and inviting office in Phantom’s Haunt, Jazz checked her itinerary. She had an interview with a new teacher: Red Hood, set to teach riflery. She checked his file; there hadn’t been many interactions between the Alliance and the rogue, but most of them were neutral, and his open desire to protect children made him a shoo in for the position. Damian had brought him to her attention when discussing potential allies with Danny, and Danny had handed the list off to her without a second thought. 

Her office, designed to look like the old-timey library of her dreams, lit up red as the clock struck 3 (in the afternoon, she wasn’t a heathen) and the automatic summoning circle flared to life. A rush of light spun around the interior of the circle, spinning and flickering until it fell back down, revealing… a normal man holding groceries. He promptly dropped them and pulled a gun on her, pointing it at Jazz’s head as he demanded to know where he was.

Jazz frowned. She suppose it made sense that Red Hood wouldn’t be in uniform 24/7, but she’d hoped to catch him while ‘on the clock.’ Oh well. “You’re in my office, Mr. Red Hood. Please don’t try to shoot me; the ecto-barrier will hold, and I’d rather not replace the carpet again.”

“The fuck are you talking about!?” Red Hood barked. He didn’t lower his weapon. Jazz made a note of it on her chart. “Who are you? How did you kidnap me!?”

“I’m Jasmine, human resources director of the Teen Villain Alliance. I’ve summoned you for an interview today.”

He looked out of his depth. Jazz could understand; most of the human instructors she hired  were (and one had been enraged by the idea that a villain organization had a human resources department). “Summoned? I’m not a fucking demon! What the hell are you even interviewing me for?”

“Field teacher on projectile weapons and pyrotechnics, Mr. Al Ghul. We need more teachers who can take the kids out to the human world, and–”

“What did you just call me?” Now he looked disturbed. 

“Mr. Al Ghul? Your name?” Jazz checked her documentation again. Jason Al Ghul was listed at the top under Name. “Your younger brother, Damian Al Ghul has recently joined our organization and recommended you… Are you not the Red Hood?” She reached under her desk where she kept an ectogun charged. 

The man tucked away his gun and held up his hands, eyes locked where Jazz’s hand held her pistol. “...Yeah, that’s me. So this is where Damian ran off to?” Jazz relaxed and let go of the ectogun. Red Hood tried to walk out of the summoning circle, only to bounce off an invisible wall. “What the hell?”

“Sorry, but I’ve had interviewees try to attack me before. It’s safer to keep you in the circle until an agreement has been reached.” Jazz turned to her interview questions. “Now, before we begin, do you have any questions for me? I’m sure this has been very confusing for you.”

“Yeah. What does a villain organization need teachers for anyways?” His eyes narrowed. “Thought all of your kids were already villains.”

“Most are, but most teens… well, they end up caught quickly unless an older villain teaches them. And those villains aren’t exactly someone we’d trust not to hurt them in a training environment. Our school–”

“You have a school? Why the fuck do you have a school!?”

She sighed. “Mr. Al Ghul. If you label a child a villain and give them no way to prove otherwise, no way to grow or change, what do you think they’ll become?”

“Lady, you’re literally trying to recruit me to teach kids to shoot people. Don’t you fucking try to convince me you’re trying to help them.”

“I learned to shoot when I was 4, long before anyone called me a villain.” Admittingly, she wasn’t, and still wasn’t, a good shot, but he didn’t need to know that. “Most of our students didn’t wake up one day and decide, ‘I want to be a villain.’ They were labeled that way by society, their families, even the heroes they tried to stand up to. Here, at least, they have a place to belong.”

“Where they’re committing crimes on Phantom’s orders!”

“Less than 10% of the Alliance actively commits crimes at any given moment.” Red Hood paused. “Of those, we only take volunteers, and only those who are physically and mentally capable end up in the field. Most of the teens just live here, go to school here, recover here. It’s a safe place.”

“...Kids shouldn’t be committing crimes.”

“Kids also shouldn’t be stopping them.” His fist clenched. “Labels like 'villain' and 'hero' are meaningless when you’re dealing with teenagers who’ve already been written off by society. The TVA isn’t about teaching kids to rob banks or take over the world. It’s about giving them a place where they can survive—and maybe even thrive—without being hunted or killed for the circumstances they were born into.”

“And you’re putting ‘em in school.” He huffed a laugh. “You really think algebra and english class are gonna help them? Fix them? Put ‘em back together after the heroes shat all over ‘em?”

She shook her head. “It’s not about fixing them. It’s about giving them a second chance, and, for many? The first safe home they’ve ever had. Now–” She straightened her papers. “If you’ll content to an interview, we can get started. But if you’ve already decided to reject our job offer…”

He studied her with his narrowed green eyes and scoffed. He sounded just like Damian. “Ask your questions,” he spat. “Get ‘em over with quick, I got perishables over here.”

Jazz smiled, fangs peeking out past her lower lip.

[lagooneah]

A whole drabble of P not knowing how to English/human.

Mutual Understanding

A small and silly Lies of P blurb by Lagooneah

Word count: Roughly 1500

Warnings: None! Unless if you count P and Gemini being dumb and adorable as one lol

You thought you were used to this by now. It had been a solid few weeks since it began, and it didn't look like it was stopping anytime soon.

What, you ask? Well, you had been hit with many, many different "attempts"- attempts at something or some end that you could never place, by a certain someone within the walls of Hotel Krat.

P usually came off as cool, collected, but for you, he never seemed to get anything right. At least that's what he thought, and his supposed "wingman" at his hip wouldnt help much either, because with every failed attempt P had at trying to communicate something with you, he would crack some joke that maybe should've stayed in the crevices of his mind, but instead spilled into the corridor for you to give an awkward laugh to.

You had no idea of what exactly he was trying to convey- every interaction was different but had very specific common traits at the same time.

P would approach you, something in his hand, stutter out your name and then a few words, force the "gift" into your hands, and then stare at you until Gemini broke the silence. Then they would rush away and not really give you any recourse. The gifts often differed- one was an old and semi-bloodied book that you could only assume P found out in the messy streets of Krat. Another was a random painting that Sophia said he got from his latest Black Rabbit Brotherhood run-in. It was a nice landscape painting over a water scenery, and now it simply sits on the wall in your room. Another, one of your favorite of the odd bunch, was when P gave you a small box and ran off, you opened it to find a mostly broken silver necklace, with a locket with a photo stained with oil within.

You almost enjoyed this, these random gifts, you knew from Sophia that P was still sort of on his way to humanity, only just recently having grown out his dark poofy hair to a straight medium length, so you always cut him some slack when it came to interaction. Your only problem was that you enjoyed the gifts, but couldn't tell him before he'd run off for whatever reason. It was weird. You knew he didn't dislike you. No, why would he gift you a collection of random things he finds on his adventures if he didn't like you?

You couldn't decipher why he was doing this, and more so, why he'd just run off afterward. Maybe he just wanted to be friendly? Maybe he needed to empty his pockets? Maybe...

Wait-

Before you could truly process your thoughts, you feel a familiar metal fingertip tap your shoulder. You look up from your book, then behind where you sit to meet eyes with the very puppet you've been thinking of.

P stands there, almost a bit tense, like how he used to be before he started gaining more humanity. His eyes scan your face quickly, and his lip quiver gently before he speaks in the lowest octave possible,

"Hi Y/N." He shuts his mouth, earning a crackle in his words, his eyes flicker to his lips with a near flash of frustration in them, but he keeps going- "How... Are you? How are you?" He repeats, more together in the second try than the first.

You smiled, nodding to him and not thinking twice of his slip of tongue, and answered, "Hello P. Im rather well, as well as i can be, and you?"

He nods, his lip twitching but not quite reaching a smile. "That's good." He answers confidently, before Gemini pipes up,

"They asked you how you were too pal-"

"IM GOOD." He exclaims much too loud for the library, a small feedback screech in the back of his throat as he belts the words out. You squint a bit at the sound, and you swear you hear Gemini whisper, "too loud, too loud!"

You meet eyes with P again, who, if you didn't know any better, looked mortified of his volume.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you." He waves his hands slightly, "You're not hurt are you..?" He asks, worried now, he knows that humans are sensitive creatures, and he may or may not be worried he's made your eardrums burst.

You shake your head and giggle a bit,

"No, no, P, I'm ok! It was a bit loud, but I assure you im ok." You patted the seat beside you, offering him to sit, and he listens, his legion and leg brushing just a bit against the side of your thigh, but he pulls away before it goes on any longer.

He stared at you while the pair of you sat, his bright blues scanning over your face again and again, like he was looking for something. You smiled, albeit awkwardly with his Hawkeye gaze, and you spoke,

"So uhm... About these gifts..."

"You hate them?" His question brings you to a pause. What? Why would you? Is that why hes been running off? He thinks you dont like them?

You shake your head again,

"Not at all! Goodness, if you'd only let me tell you before running off, you'd know i really do like them!" You exclaimed, shaking your head against in near disapproval. His eyes widen for a moment, taking in your expression, and all he says is,

"I'm sorry. Dont be mad." It sounds like a command almost, a statement, but with the look in his eyes, you know that's not what he means. He's never meant harm, not him, not to you.

You sigh, calming yourself and putting a hand over his metal one. With a friendly smile, you ask,

"Can I ask you something? About the gifts?" He looks at you, his eyes flitting to your hand on his a few times before meeting yours again. He nods silently, giving you the go-ahead.

"Are you... Giving me these gifts because you like me?" You delivered the question softly, still maintaining eye contact, and not letting him go. His eyes widened again, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he said,

"Y-yes..." Another crackle leaves his throat. You're starting to think that happens when he's nervous. You looked at his hand underneath yours, taking in a breath to speak, but before you could, he spoke up, "You... You confuse me. I never really know what to say to you, how to talk to you..." He puts his other hand over yours, squeezing it while he meets your eyes again."I... I want to understand you, understand why you make me so warm, why just hearing your voice loosens my... M-my springs." He falters slightly in his last words, but he clears his throat of it before speaking again, "Can I do that? Will- will you let me?" He asks, but this time, there's hardly an echo or a crackle. He sounds the most human asking to be closer to you, and it warms brings a warmth to your heart and your cheeks.

Your smile only grew as he spoke, and when he finished with that question, you nodded,

"Yes, P. You may. I'd love to get to know you too..." You confessed, and you swear you start to see a smile form on the puppets' lips,

"I... Ok. That's good." He says, more to himself than to you, causing you to giggle again. You find yourself leaning closer to him, your faces mere centimeters from one another. His eyes lower to your lips, then back to your eyes, his gaze is much softer, lazier almost as he draws nearer to you too.

It's as if the world stops for these few moments, just you and him, your hands tangled together, your faces near. You can feel a faint warmth of breath on your face. His breath smells lightly of oil and something else you can't quite decipher. It isn't a bad smell, not at all. it's simply him. Just as your lips brush against his, a familiar chirp breaks the silence,

"Woah- things got pretty serious fast, huh bud?" But before he can get all the words out, P grinds his teeth in frustration, grabbing the small lantern at his hip and turning him off. A small power down noise fills the room.

It's silent for a moment before you break out into uncontrollable giggles, laughing at the interaction. Geminis foolishness, P's immediate and harsh reaction- anyone would laugh at the pair. P seems to let out a huff but finds himself smiling instead of scowling when looking at you. Watching as you laugh, smile... Do the things that make him feel so warm around you.

After your fit of giggles, you open your arms to him, saying a soft "come here, you." And he follows, wrapping his strong arms around you while you grab his face, giving him the kiss he deserved.

You know that you felt a smile on his lips when you did.

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A/n- I actually really loved writing this- its just so cute and silly and I think P deserves that after all hes been through. I hope you guys enjoy, I'm testing out formatting for my longer fics so I might switch things up occasionally but so far im liking this format so! Love you guys and see you soon! 🫶🫶🫶

[lavender-noire]

101 MORE Random Events

See all 301 events.

After playing with my last list, I couldn't stop thinking of other fun ideas to implement into my rotations. I found these little objectives made so many interactions and story elements happen naturally through play, so I wrote up 101 MORE events for you to randomly implement into your gameplay.

As before, I designed this list for play with Sims 2, but I imagine the majority of this stuff is still compatible with other titles in the series. List under the cut.

Happy Simming!

101. Messi: Meet up with some friends or family to play soccer.

102. LeBron: Meet up with some friends or family to play basketball.

103. Farm to Table: Only eat food that you grew or caught today. It can be produce from the garden or a fish from the lake or pond, but you have to have made it or procured it yourself.

104. Flat Broke: Absolutely no bills can be paid this rotation.

105. Dingo's Breakfast: Also known as a sip of water and a look around. No groceries can be purchased this rotation.

106. Piano Lessons: At least one sim in the household must play piano for two hours today.

107. Guitar Lessons: At least one sim in the household must play guitar for two hours today.

108. Drum Lessons: At least one sim in the household must play the drums for two hours today.

109. Chess Club: At least one sim in the household must play chess for two hours today.

110. Michaelangelo: Visit the local museum today.

111. Finding Nemo: Visit the local aquarium today.

112. Queen's Gambit: Challenge someone to a game of chess at the local park, library, or community center.

113. Closing Time: Visit a bar or bars until 3am.

114. Tight Five: Perform stand up comedy to an audience today.

115. Pugnacious: Argue and fight with the sim you have the lowest relationship with.

116. A Little Help From My Friends: Call up your three closest friends and influence them to help you clean up the house and cook a meal.

117. Feline Friend: Adopt a cat or kitten.

118. Canine Companion: Adopt a dog or puppy.

119. Harvey Birdman: Adopt a parrot.

120. Busted Pipes: Your Sims can only shower on community lots today.

121. Speed Dating: Head out to a community lot and chat up every person of your preferred gender.

122. Mother's Day: Take your mother or nearest female relative out to a community lot.

123. Father's Day: Take your father or nearest male relative out to community lot.

124. Grandparents' Day: Take your grandparent, grandparents, or oldest living relative out to a community lot.

125. Parents Just Don't Understand: Meet with your sims' siblings on a community lot.

126. Family Affair: Plan an outing with only family members.

127. Schvitz: Head to the sauna for some rest and relaxation.

128. The Grind: Treat a coworker or fellow student to an outing.

129. Shopaholic: Buy ten items of clothing.

130. Babysitter: Invite over a neighbor or relative and have them watch the kids for the night while you go out.

131. Backed Up: Your sim can only use the restroom on community lots today.

132. Empty Fridge: Your sim can only eat on community lots today.

133. In the Dog House: One sim MUST sleep on the couch tonight.

134. Between Two Ferns: Add three new plants to an existing room in the house.

135. Warhol: Add three new paintings to the household decor.

136. A Fresh Coat of Paint: Change the color of the home's exterior. If living in an apartment, repaint one room.

137. Accent Wall: Create an accent wall in one room of the house.

138. Catering: Throw a party with a buffet table.

139. Open Bar: Throw a party with a hired bartender.

140. Like a Fish: Purchase a bar for the household. (The nectar table counts).

141. Rager: Purchase a keg and a bubble blower and throw a party.

142. Bonfire Party: Purchase a bonfire and throw a party to watch it burn.

143. Sculpture: Purchase two items from the sculpture section and tie it into your decor.

144. Wing Man: Go on an outing with your closest friend and another friend of their preferred gender. Help them get to know each other.

145. Strike Out: Ask all the top five people you're most attracted to on a date. You can stop when someone says yes.

146. Put Yourself Out There: Flirt with the sim you're most attracted to.

147. One Night Stand: Woohoo with someone you have fewer than 20 LTR points with. (ACR required)

148. Like Swayze in Ghost: Purchase a pottery making table and make good use of it.

149. Toy Story: Purchase a toy making bench and make good use of it.

150. Roses Are Red: Purchase a flower arranging bench and make good use of it.

151. Engineer: Purchase a robotics table and make good use of it.

152. The Devil Wears Prada: Purchase a sewing table and make good use of it.

153. Ansel Adams: Take five photos of five different models.

154. Like One of Your French Girls: Begin painting someone else's portrait.

155. Leg Day: Head to the gym and stay there for at least two hours (yes, you have to use the equipment).

156. Dine and Dash: Eat at a restaurant and skip out on the bill.

157. Once More With Feeling: Ask the person you last went on a date with for another.

158. Jogging Group: Go jogging with at least one other sim who does not live in the household with you.

159. Hiking Group: Go hiking with at least one other sim that does not live in the household with you.

160. Yoga Class: Do yoga at a community lot with at least one other sim.

161. Street Fighter: Play games at the local arcade.

162. Hustler: Play pool at a community lot.

163. Ante Up: Gamble at a cards table on a community lot.

164. Too Close to Home: Stay up all night playing a video game.

165. Violin Lessons: A sim in the household must play violin today for at least two hours.

166. Don't Stop Believin': Sing a duet in karaoke on a community lot.

167. Ballet Lessons: A sim in the household must practice on a ballet barre for at least two hours.

168. Fade Into You: Slow dance with a date tonight.

169. Touch Grass: Absolutely no screen time today. Your sim can only entertain themselves by engaging with nature (ie, watching clouds, catching butterflies or fireflies, swimming, hiking, bird watching, hunting bugs, etc.).

170. Pigskin: Toss a football outside with a friend or family member today.

171. Play Catch: Play catch with a child or teen in your life.

172. Slackers: Start a game of kicky bag on a community lot and rope in as many people as you can to play with you.

173. Crapshoot: Take the very first job that pops up in the job search today.

174. Jalopy: Purchase a junk car and restore it piece by piece, however long it takes.

175. Paint the Town Red: Visit three community lots today.

176. Friend of a Friend: Introduce one friend to someone else in your life over dinner or on an outing.

177. Thomas The Tank Engine: Purchase the model train table.

178. Through the Grapevine: Gossip with everyone you interact with today.

179. Random Acts of Kindness: Purchase coffee for a stranger today.

180. Fireside: Purchase a campfire and have enough sims over to enjoy it together tonight.

181. Under the Stars: Buy a tent and sleep out under the stars tonight.

182. Midlife Crisis: Choose a new aspiration using a d6.

183. Deep Tissue: Get a massage.

184. Hot Tub Time Machine: Spend at least three hours in a hot tub today.

185. Bling: Purchase new jewelry.

186. Drakkar Noir: Purchase cologne and wear it.

187. Love Potion #9: Purchase a love potion from the matchmaker, take it, and flex its effects on a community lot.

188. Friend for Dinner: Invite one sim to enjoy dinner with your household. It can be at home or on a community lot.

189. X Marks the Spot: Your sim is convinced somehow that they live on a pile of buried treasure. Spend their free time digging in the yard today.

190. Block Party: Throw a party and invite only neighbors.

191. Prank King: Prank everyone you interact with today.

192. Hired Help: Hire a staff member to help around the house. This can be a butler, maid, or nanny.

193. Yes Man: Participate in every chance card and invitation for an outing or date today. You MUST live with the results.

194. Support System: Give 1d10 $1,000 to your closest friend and/or relative living outside of the household or as much as you can afford of the amount you rolled.

195. Meal Planning: Cook five meals and store them as leftovers for the coming week.

196. Couch Potato: Only watch TV or movies and play video games today. No cooking meals, no working, and no going out.

197. Cosmetologist: Purchase a salon chair and make good use of it.

198. Mom And Pop: Any community lot you visit today must be owned by another sim. Support your local businesses!

199. Interior Decorator: Spend 1d10 $1,000 redecorating the house. If you can't afford the amount you rolled, spend as much as you can.

200. Someone Else Can Clean Up: Throw a party on a community lot.

201. Double Date: Plan an outing with your partner and another couple.

[brucewaynehater101]

TW: mentions death, blood

Here is the angst some of you requested. Let me know if I need to add triggers

He isn't going to make it to eighteen. This is a fact. Tim knows, with certainty, that he isn't going to survive that long.

Being a vigilante means that Tim's life expectancy is drastically reduced. He went from possibly dying of old age as the CEO of Drake Industries to becoming a casualty of The Mission. Tim knows the odds. Dick surviving to adulthood is the outlier, not the standard.

So, Tim knows he is going to die within the next few years. Either his blood is going to stain his yellow cape, or Timothy Drake will meet his tragic end in Gotham's streets. This is indisputable.

He had assumed, though, that he would last at least a year as Robin.

He thought Bruce would've been safe.

Tim had spent so long cultivating his plans and carefully navigating his interactions with Bruce. He pushed and pulled Dick, Barbara, Alfred, and some JL members into Bruce's social support. He helped mend their issues, subtly insisted Bruce upgrades his communication skills, and paved the way for a stronger bond.

He denied invitations to spend the night at Wayne Manor, he feigned being full at requests for dinner, and had ducked away from hair ruffles and shoulder pats. He maintained a childlike gaze, a helpful countenance, and a polite business mask.

In the few months Tim has been Robin, he has worked tirelessly to ensure Bruce would have support when Tim inevitably died. He maintained their mutual professional distance to minimize the hurt his death would cause the Waynes. He had designed everything to his best abilities. Tim is going to die, but he would help Bruce before then.

Bruce wasn't supposed to die with him.

Batman and Robin were trapped in the sewers after a cave-in. Apparently, Killer Croc, wrestling, and unsteady foundations were a recipe for a severely concussed Bat and a definitely not panicking Bird.

It could be hours before the two were found deep beneath Gotham's surface. Hours of someone scouring their last known whereabouts for clues before traversing the maze the city uses for their sewage. It could be hours before anyone even noticed their disappearance. Between Bruce's distress signal being crushed in the fight, Tim's being lost in the scuffle, and them being miles underground, this significantly hindered their ability to call for aid.

It might take days before Batman and Robin are unearthed.

From the way the rubble occasionally groaned and trembled, they didn't have that.

Bruce is physically present, his head is cushioned on Tim's lap, but the man's eyes are foggy. He keeps drifting into unconscious before Robin wakes him up again. Each time the man's eyes flutter shut, Tim fears that would be the last time.

It's fine. Tim's okay. Overall, the kid only has bruises on his skin and a few shallow cuts. He might be panicking, but he's physically okay.

Bruce, on the other hand, has a head wound that's sluggishly bleeding into his eyes and dripping down his face. His ribs are cracked from when the man tried to protect Robin from the tunnel collapsing.

Tim can hardly keep his panic at bay when the man starts to doze again. His hand lightly pats Bruce's cheek as he begs the man to open his eyes.

"Hey, B. You're gonna be alright." Tim's voice trembles slightly, but Bruce is too out of it to notice. "It's not going to be much longer. You have to hold on."

Bruce closes his eyes again.

"Bruce. Keep your eyes open."

At the command, the man struggles to pry his eyelids apart. Glassy light blue eyes focus in Tim's general direction. There's an emotion of the man's face that the teen has never seen before.

"We could..." Bruce's voice strains with the effort to speak. Still, he continues to rasp out, "Tomorrow. We could go to the library."

Although it is idiotic to hope, a part of Tim becomes elated at those words. The entire time Tim's been Robin, Bruce has kept him at a distance. They were coworkers, and Tim was necessary, not wanted. The teen could handle curt responses, long silences, and hasty dismissals. At least the man was frank with his expectations and personal boundaries. He never gave false promises or a fake welcome. Bruce was honest with Tim.

If they made it out of there, the man would keep his promise. The two of them could spend time together as Bruce and Tim, not Batman and Robin.

A soft smile appears as Tim regards his mentor. "I'd like that, B."

Bruce's face becomes fond, and his hazy eyes peer up at Tim. "I am glad you're here with me, Jay."

Tim isn't Bruce's son. He isn't the boy whose ghost drapes itself over the shoulders of his grieving father. He isn't a brawler when he fights, and he prefers sci-fi over literary masterpieces.

Tim has two parents. They hardly answer the phone and are gone for months on end, but they exist. They love Tim, in their own distant way.

Tim knows his name is Timothy Jackson Drake and not Jason Peter Todd.

Yet, in the washed-out illumination of an emergency flashlight, the kid faintly beams at Bruce.

"I'll always be here, Dad."

[starsaroundsaturn]

12 small ways to be knightly

when I was a smol child I wanted nothing more than to go out and be a knight and change the world. now that I am a slightly more grown child I have realized I can still be a knight by changing the world in little ways. I do not actually think these things are small in impact, they are just easy to do. the starred (*) options are especially low in cost for those who don't have much money to spare!

keep money on you to give to people who need it. like a $1 bill could keep somebody from starving to death. $10 will buy a gym membership so they can shower and be clean. $20 will make sure they can travel to a shelter without hitchhiking (which is so dangerous.)

donate blood. you can keep up to 3 people alive from 1 donation. you can fight the dangerous beast that is cancer, save someone during their surgery, etc.*

plant a plant on your porch, balcony, etc. it's good for the bees and it will probably make a passerby smile.*

give money to a homeless shelter or food bank! you would be surprised what $5 can do for a person! (do your research, though, make sure this shelter or food bank does what it says it will!)

start a small free library. this just involves getting a box that you can put outside and putting books in it and labeling it as a free library! you can get used books at a thrift store for less than $2 each and make sure that books are accessible to people around you!

reach out to someone you think might be struggling in your life. this can make all the difference to a person and can save lives.*

smile at people you meet.*

sincerely thank the people who help you throughout your life, like the barista who gets you coffee, the person who brings your mail, a teacher, etc.*

give someone you love a hug.*

keep your space clean and treat yourself with respect and care. (a knight takes care of themselves and their possessions!)*

have faith the world can get better.*

adopt an animal rather than buying one. so many animals have been abandoned and hurt, and you can give them a new home.

if you have other ways to be knightly, please add! if you want to build a community of knights with me who go about righting wrongs in the smallest of ways, please interact!

chivalry is not dead as long as we keep it alive inside us.

I have added another 12 small ways here if you'd like more!

[b4ckseat-bingo-ch4mp]

MEET THE CHARACTER!;

Born in 1941, Oklahoma, Kane Alden was what you could describe as a textbook greaser. He died during the summer of 1965 while... well, he can't quite remember yet. Maybe eventually something will jog his memory.

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name; Kane Alden pronouns; he/him sexuality; doesn't care much for labels age; 23 yrs date of birth; November 4th, 1941 date of death; July 27th, 1965

SUITCASE; - clothes; leather motorcycle jacket, wornout white pj shirt, braided leather bracelet - a wrench - marlboro cigarettes and a lighter - a letter, labelled 'for annie' - a swiss army knife - pomade - someone elses gold necklace

(note; hi its maple! :D, ill probably update this as i post more, as well as drop some of his lore on my main blog @r0sy-maple-m0th)

(note #2; ALSO ALSO! how he regains memories will play out slightly different here than they do normally, since obviously in his actual canon theres no such thing as tumblr. i just think its more fun if you guys could trigger his memories via interactions instead of him just randomly having brainblasts :> )

OOC NOTES // RULES

account is owned by a minor! i do make suggestive jokes from time to time, and you can too, just dont do anything outright nsfw cause thats creepy and weird🥰🥰

no hard feelings if you wanna bully kane or anything, just be prepared to be bullied right back lmao (in character ofc)

NO FASTPASS SPOILERS!! i am a fastpasser, but not everyone is, and id like to keep this a fun spoiler-free place for everyone!

BIGGEST MOST IMPORTANT-EST RULE!!

HAVE. FUN!!!!!!

you can do LITERALLYYYY ANYTHING as long as its within the rules and youre having fun, thats genuinely all i care about lol

OTHER ROLEPLAY BLOGSS

(for this blog im mainly gonna try to keep track of the oc blogs, so lmk if you wanna be added to my list!)

KANES GROUP; val; @crzy-gh0st madeline; @undergroundbell evangeline; @evangeline-diaries kipley; @getmeftoutofhere

KANES ROOMMATE; hoshi; @nottokyodrift OTHER OC BLOGS; boria; @boria-volkov margret; @margret-nevermore-student1 helen; @everybody-hates-helen ligeia; @sea-creature-fanatic ulalume; @ul4lum3 amerias; @amerias-the-hoplite eleonora; @eleonoras-library noeline; @fortheloveofnoline constance; @saltinmylungz sandy; @little-red-axeing-wood mika; @outside-apple-gurl marvin; @marvinisdead-donttalktome sergei; @redcoatstains river; @rivertherockstar adair; @adair-is-lost mallory; @bemybleedingheart finnian; @finnian-james spencer; @sk8r-boy-spence

wisps (L.C, D.M, G.H, C.S, & M.M ); @wispsofthenevermoreacademy

(ive definetely missed A LOT, this community is growing so fast! /pos)

ACOLYTES annabel - @annabelleewhitlock prospero - @rats-of-death ada - @adaa-lovelace montresor - @asshole-cowboy-devil will - @diary-of-a-willy-kid (me!)

MISFITS lenore - @lenorevandernacht duke - @duke-laurent pluto - @purr-of-smoke eulalie - @imtheghostnow berenice - @berenicenevermore morella - @angel-in-green

STAFF deans - @nevermore-merry-official dolly - @nevermores-only-nurse poppet - @your-favorite-teacher-poppet wisps - @wispsofthenevermoreacademy

OTHER johnny - @johnny-kicking-up-dust luca - @way2rich4this theo - @theo-vandernacht prosperos mother - @motheroftheratman montresors mother - @blessedangel666 egaeus - @egaeus-exists wont wilson - @wontwilson-realwilliam prosperos rats - @rats-who-eat-you & @squeak-squeak-bitch the stag - @youcantrunfromthewildhunt manor girls - @victemsoffical void boy - @a-boy-in-a-void

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

WYD 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Summary: A fan makes an offer your can't refuse.

(based on suggestion he's been overworking himself for weeks if not months. He knows he needs a break but his work is too important. Maybe what he needs is someone to take care of him so he can focus more on work. from @thezombieprostitute)

Characters: Bucky Barnes

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You can’t help but grin as you scroll through the comments. There aren’t many but those that are there give you that rush of adrenaline. More so, the interaction is great for your wallet.

As a faceless creator, your interaction is limited. You prefer the smaller community. Your might not be the most lucrative account on OnlyFans but it pays your rent, just about.

It’s the only secret you’ve ever had in your life and it’s a big one. You don’t think anyone would believe it. Not you. Not the librarian’s assistant on part-time salary in her corduroys and stuffy oversized cardigans.

It wasn't exactly an opportunity you were fond of, more of a last resort. You don’t fantasize about the men on the other side of the screen, as flattering as they can be. They have a similar sort of desperation, but the crux of it is somewhat more pitiful.

It’s the private message waiting for you that surprises you. That alone is behind a paywall, a feature many users forego when they’re only there for the quick wank. You shudder at the thought, often avoiding that reality of your side hustle.

You’re nervous to check but alone in the stacks, with not much else to do, your curiosity gets the best of you. You tap the icon and bring up the chat from BB. No profile pic, no info, just a message.

‘Are you interested in a private arrangement? 5k/week guaranteed.’

Great, a scam. You roll your eyes and close the app. Stupid. But why would someone pay for content just to try to con you. It’s a pretty big gamble.

You tuck away your phone and sigh, pacing up and down the aisle. The soft flutter of pages and stagnant silence. It’s so dull, you’d rather deal with anything else for the minimum wage and uncertain hours. Still, the freedom lets you tend to your other business.

A few minutes later, out of habit, you bring out your phone again. You linger in the blindspot of the cameras and unlock it. The app pops up as you left it. Another message.

‘Don’t leave me on read.’

The demand startles you. You should just block but you know that it’s money in your pocket. You’re not gullible, more greedy.

‘5k? Okay, sure.’

You press send and hide your phone behind your back and wander on. Your insides squirm. You’re not stupid enough to believe it. You look again at the end of the next shelf.

‘If you want more, we can negotiate. We’d have to meet to do that.’

You scoff aloud and quickly look around. There’s no one there to be disturbed. You evasively sit at one of the desk and hide behind the wooden cubicle that encloses it.

‘I’m not stupid’, you reply.

‘No, but you’re gorgeous. Pick the place. Let’s talk.’

‘Good luck finding whatever you’re looking for but it’s not with me,’ you type, skin razed and speckly.

‘I mean it.’

‘You’re not real. Your 5k is less real. Save your money and stop messaging.’

You wait, watching the screen. Your ears prick as you listen to the lull of the forgotten library. You can hear a cart rolling a few aisles back. You can’t get caught on your phone again.

A new notification blips up in the app before you can black the screen. ‘BB sent a tip’. You click it without thinking and bring up the tip; $1,000. A thousand? A message pops down and you quickly flick the chat back over the screen.

‘Believe me now?’ He challenges.

You take a breath and lock your phone, tucking it up your sleeve as you stand and turn down an aisle, passing the approaching cart as you refuse to look at the employee behind it. You go to the catalogue computer and pretend to tidy the little paper slips and pencils. You wait until the wheels squeak onward.

You slide your phone out and press your fingertip against the censor. The screen opens and the next message taunts you.

‘Give me a place and time’.

You hesitate and peek around, paranoid that others could read your mind just by looking at you.

‘Send a pic. Then I’ll meet,’ you counter.

‘You first, doll. Face for a face.’

You don’t like this and yet, you’re messaging.

‘After you,’ you insist.

No answer. You shake your head and put your phone back under your cuff. You carry on and head up the stairs to the next level. When you look at your phone again, there’s a response waiting for you.

A man with bright blue eyes and a sculpted jawline. Handsome, almost breathtakingly so. Your surprise is undergirded by your insecurity. Well, might as well send your own and let him change his mind. You scroll through your miniscule collection of selfies that don’t make you cringe and send one off.

You can’t look away as you wait. You know what’s coming. Rejection. Finally…

‘Place, time. Make sure to buy yourself something nice.”

You stare at his answer, dumbfounded. Are you really going to do this?

[unfortunate-brat]

dark waters

pairing: lawyer!jensen ackles x sirenita!reader

word count: 2k

synopsis: you may have kissed jensen, but would were you determined to pay the price for it? 

warnings: fluff, angst, unprotected sex, flirting, skinny dipping, angst, heartbreak, rejection, inappropriate age gap, drinking

yazzy comments: I’M SO SORRY BUT I’M SO BAD AT WRITING SEX SO I DID WHAT I KNOW BEST. don’t hate me. ty to @bittersweetfig for being my beta reader, I was nervous af.

beware: any minor or ageless account that interacts shall have their throats ripped out and be tossed into the sea. 

mi linda serenita | c.ai bot | library blog |

the fire grows larger with an insatiable hunger despite the amount of logs being tossed in every ten minutes. illuminating the dancing shadows across the sand as individuals enjoy the music blaring from someone’s speakers. red solo cups in hand as they spin around and laugh with others. steady flows of alcohol buzzing through their bloodstreams as the night goes on. 

you had been tucked away towards the sea, feet tickled with every small wave that washed along the shore. one manicured hand wrapped around a red solo cup of your own, a concoction of various liquors inside. upon the first sip you had the sting of vodka hit your throat, but that would go away eventually with more sips. 

it’s not as chilly as anyone would believe, in fact you’ve felt too hot being by the fire. besides watching the flames dance wasn’t as entertaining as being here, smelling the salt up close and personal. 

though from afar, you’d probably look like some sea witch. dressed in black lace that hugs your figure, with more teasing neckline that would surely rile someone up. yet all the younger men here didn’t catch your eye, too rowdy and jokesters to even communicate with. truthfully you didn’t have many friends to begin with, none of the neighbor’s kids liked you and your schooling was somewhere private. boarding school if anything, where uniforms were the face of the academy. 

when you finally graduated oh how you rejoiced in not wearing that god awful attire, who even thought of puffy sleeved collared shirts? it’s like a giant cotton ball was on your shoulders and when it’s hot? that was the worst.

college had no such dress code and it took years to find a style that suited you. following trends was something you hardly done as comfort overshadowed every attempt. yet now, more confident in your skin, you took little risks. and with that glow from studying abroad, it made everything fall into place easily. 

the last sip of your drink had been a while back and though you crave more, it’s perhaps best to stop for now. water would help you sober up just a tad. 

so with slow footsteps, you’re headed over to the cooler to retrieve a bottled water, only for someone to beat you to it. the larger hand passes you the cool bottle first before grabbing his own. “here sweetheart.” your eyes look up, meeting a gorgeous candy green which somehow seemed a bit darker than usual. 

“you do know there’s a ton of younger folks here right,” you whisper, standing back up before taking a swig of water. his eyes on you the entire time and you’re no stranger to his staring. “i doubt you’re meeting up with a client.” 

jensen chuckles, taking a swig of his own water before wiping away the excess with the back of his hand. you got him there. “last i checked, it was a neighborhood bonfire which is by my own home. how could i not be invited?” he tries his best to not watch the fabric hugging your skin as you turn away, heading back towards the shoreline. it’s sinful how you move, jensen’s not going to deny that he’s watched you sometimes from his balcony. each step of yours is graceful and at some points calculated. 

“you coming?” your voice pulls the older man away from his thoughts as you had turned back to look at him. a soft smirk on your lips and jensen would be a fool to reject such an invitation. 

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“so hypothetically speaking, what’s your answer?” you walk beside him, the bonfire nothing but a speck of light in the distance as the two of you head south. bodies walking side by side with laughter still hanging in the air. 

“hypothetically speaking as your hypothetical lawyer, assuming you’ve paid me with hypothetical money for my time, i’d advise you seek therapy.” he had finished his bottle of water a while back but held onto his empty one and yours. only due to the fact that you wanted to take some shells home. 

“well that’s rude. i wanted advice from a lawyer.” you offer him a playful pout in response as the waves continue to tickle your feet. he didn’t want to get too wet, worried that the sand would feel gross under his feet. what a diva. 

“it’s all hypothetical sweetheart, that’s not going to be my true answer if it were real obviously.” he stops in his tracks, spotting a recycling bin to toss the water bottles away. “gimme a moment.” 

right as he returns, you only chuckle before taking one step closer towards the dark waters behind you. “if we were playing a drinking game based on that word alone, i may have been wasted by now.” though no alcohol could beat the buzz of adrenaline the sea offered her with every swim. 

“wouldn’t want you to be drunk, that makes things more unpredictable.” his footsteps move two steps in your direction, with hardly any space left. “besides, how would i be able to keep you from not running in the ocean and disappearing on me.” callused fingers move towards your cheek, stroking gently alongside it as jensen then pulls back. he shouldn’t be this close to you. 

“i don’t need alcohol to do so.” you step closer towards the waves. not bothered so much by his hesitation as jensen separates the gap between your bodies. “besides i can swim, can’t you?” eyes remaining on his taller figure, you take another step back. the corners of your lips curling into a smirk. “don’t tell me you can’t swim mr.ackles, you live by the sea.” 

not that he can’t swim, no jensen recalls his time swimming during highschool for p.e. credit so staying above water was no issue. *it’s swimming somewhere he can’t see or in a body of water that has unknown behaviors.* “i don’t do oceans sweetheart, they’re not exactly safe on their own. especially at night.” he’s watched you get closer to the water and wonders what could be going on in that little mind of yours. 

“humor me,” you reach out for his hands, feet tickled by the waves crashing onto shore. it’s a bit cold, but you don’t mind as his warm palms meet your own.“it’s not so bad.” 

“it’s freezing.” how you weren’t shivering was beyond him. “now what?” surely you weren’t planning on getting in further right?

your hands let go of his own, stripping every article of clothing of your body and tossing them somewhere in the sand. ignoring the way his eyes go wide as you slowly back into the sea, letting the waves cover every inch of skin. “do you trust me mr.ackles?”

that’s not a simple answer, as jensen can’t even trust his own body as he feels a twitch between his legs. you had no worries in stripping before him but could he subject you to the same? then again, you were far from ladylike these days. 

moments later, he’s joined you in the dark waters. doing his best to stay afloat as you swim over. the swell of your breasts peeking out from the waters. “don’t go too far, i wanna be able to stand.” he grumbles, trying his best to not picture your naked form just centimeters away from his own. 

“such a scaredy cat,” your fingers dance along his shoulders as the distance closes between you both. stiffened nipples brushing against his chest as you both float along. “here i’ll hold on so you don’t get dragged away.” 

with arms wrapped around his shoulders, your body presses against jensen’s front half. eyes locking onto his own as one of his hands moves to your waist. gripping the flesh as he tries to fight the feeling in his groin despite your bare folds ghosting over the tip of his dick. oh how jensen wished to sink into your tight walls, stretching out that sweet pussy as your body clings to him for dear life. 

“you’re not that slick.” you whisper, letting the waves keep your bodies afloat in the water. it’s no secret you’d want him to make the first move, you’ve been nothing but patient these days. “you must not get a lot of attention these days, did your old age finally catch up to you?” 

there’s a flicker of something in his eyes, you were too slow to catch just exactly what but as his hand snakes around your waist, he presses his temple onto yours. “you’re always barking, do you ever bite?” 

your lips immediately meet his own, his stubble tickling along your skin as he adjusts his grip. encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist, groaning when your tongue fights his for control. there was no proper way to respond to his question, at least in words. 

each kiss from his lips made your mind fuzzy, but you stayed strong. wrapping both arms around his neck as he cups your ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. “fucking tease,” he whispers, moving to kiss along your jawline. aching to sink his teeth into your flesh, wondering if you’d wear it with pride or try to hide it. “i shouldn’t be attracted to you.” 

you’re uncertain if he’s speaking directly to you or thinking out loud, yet the words are not far from the truth. your father would be livid if he knew and possibly be more than eager to murder his best friend for corrupting his daughter. however, your father wasn’t exactly on your good graces right now. 

meeting each other’s hungry lips, you reach down between your bodies, grabbing his length and lining him up to your core. “and yet you are, so are we going to go back and forth about morals or fuck?” 

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you’re dressed in a soft nightgown and matching robe, slowly descending down the steps as you hear voices coming from your father’s study. 

“look, you’re doing this to expand business. it’s gonna be scary but i believe in you.” your father says, speaking to an unknown individual as the door opens. 

you’re quick to hide, moving up the stairs again and crouching as a person steps out. “thanks.” you’re hidden when their face is revealed and you recognize those dark green eyes anywhere. “it’ll be weird being away from home.” 

your father steps out of his study, shaking jensen’s hand and giving him a big hug. “but it’ll be worth it, who knows, you’ll probably find your wife out there jay.” 

your hands grip the wooden pillars in front of you as jensen glances upwards to where you were, as if he sensed you were there. “maybe, not sure i’m ready yet.” you had looked away, recalling last night’s events. he had pushed you away and now he’s leaving. “tell your daughter it was nice seeing her and she’s welcome to use my home to study if she chooses her major.” 

by then, you had retreated back to your room and shut the door. which jensen swore he heard and he fights to keep his cool in front of your father.

“she’s a smart girl, whatever she chooses i’m sure she’s gonna succeed.” your father says, leading jensen towards the front door. “you let me know when you touch down in kansas brother.” with one last hug, he closes the door behind jensen. 

you watched from the window, your expression unreadable as jensen looks up and meets your eyes. though when you turn away, he sighs. he was truly sorry but you needed someone better than him. someone your own age.

meanwhile you laid in bed, closing your eyes as you recalled last night’s events. 

how easily he slipped inside as your bodies fused together, lips greedily feasting on your own. his hands taking the time to memorize every inch of you to memory, you had the marks to prove it.

and yet when you finally hit your climax, he changed his tune. quickly putting distance between your bodies and leaving you in the ocean. not a word or sense of explanation as he left you behind and headed to what you assumed was his home.

wiping the stray tear, you open your eyes and stared at the ceiling. 

you’d never touch the ocean again.

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