#sims 4 fem clothing

[gashface]

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★ BASE GAME COMPATIBLE ★ FEMININE FRAME ★ 10 SWATCHES

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Thank you @seoulsoul-sims for the mesh!

THANKS, EVERYONE, HOPE YOU LIKE🌺

@emilyccfinds @public-ccfinds @maxismatchccworld

-BUDDY

[cecesimsxo]

Mommy Essentials Maternity Clothing Set

Mommy Essentials Tube Top

3 Versions (No Breast Pump, One Pump, or Two Pumps)

17 Swatches

Found In "Tank Tops"

Custom Thumbnail

Disallowed for Random

Mommy Essentials Leggings

34 Swatches (Each color as a "belly" and "no belly" option)

Found In "Leggings"

Custom Thumbnail

Disallowed for Random

Belly Support Band

17 Swatches

Found In "Gloves"

Custom Thumbnail

Disallowed for Random

Early Access Download Here Released Content Here

[99simproblems]

Just a random pic of 17 year old Kyung-hwa rocking out to some Metal. 

I might give him longer hair. He can’t do epic head bangs with that little bob. XD

[idletrait]

Since it's Pride Month I made some trans sims!

[kikovanitysimmer]

Hi Kiko,

I love your work, you are my favorite sim creator, you have the best hair styles for sims 4 people of color.

I wanted to know if you can make more long natural hair styles - (locs with clips/gold and silver) in different styles for the women in sims 4 :)?

like some long locs with long side bangs

some with clips

different ombre and color options

more edges

hidden scalp, or brown variation of scalps, (brown or black scalp)

I used the gif below to show a example hairstyle that looks different and cool.

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Hair, clothes, and shoes is most important to me in sims 4.

Thank you for having this option to contact you,

Sincerely,

Nikki

I appreciate your admiration towards my artwork but this is a very disrespectful thing to ask of me. I'm not sure if this is an innocent ask, I don't see how it is because I know you've heard black people ask other cultures to not appropriate our hairstyles but I could be wrong, if this is innocent below are my boundaries, and explanations on why I (Kiko Vanity; I'm not speaking for the whole black community) I'd like to not be asked things like this in the future.

my boundaries and why

I do not make hair for people of color. People of color is a broad way to say people who are not of White/European/Anglo-Saxon phenotypes. That means people of Asian, Hispanic/Latino, African, Mixed-Race, and Aboriginal descent; and I create CC for simmers who appreciate my artwork but mainly and ideally create CC HAIRS for simmers of African descent, (including mixed race if they also have African descent) because of the lack of black hairstyles in the initial release of the game in 2014, with that, these black simmers create sims that also reflect their environments and black upbringings. I make black content if you feel comfortable downloading my content you should be comfortable saying black. I want to stress black and not African-American (despite me being African American) because there are different ethnicities for each race, including black people.

2. I am not currently taking hair requests because I'd get too many at one time and that's not great for my mental health. To piggyback off the last sentence and statement 1, please do not request my cultural hairstyles using someone who doesn't respect our wishes. You may be asking yourself, "why is this an issue? hair is hair?" (look below)

During chattel slavery, every fiber of the enslaved Africans' lives was controlled by the narcissistic people who kidnapped them. including hair, being made to cover their hair, and calling them names & degrading them for their natural hair. As the years went by and slavery ended black people but more specifically black fem presenting people held the shame for their hair. Fast forward to today, even with all the turmoil the world is facing due to greed, classism, and the patriarchy) this is the first time in history that their descendants (me being one of them) can set boundaries and say what we are comfortable with and what we are not comfortable with. And to put this as bluntly as I can:

Do not send me videos/photos/gifs of people culturally appropriating in black people's hairstyles, it's anxiety-inducing.

I'd like to also say I'm not angry because I know there is an angry black person stereotype, this is simply uncomfortable and disheartening. I hope you can respect my wishes if not please feel free to block me.

Lastly,

You don't have to respect or do anything I am saying. You may do as you wish after reading this. Just if you are going to engage with me these are my boundaries.

[xiasimla]

4t3 Werewolves JacketHeavySweater

Here’s one of the outfits from the Werewolves pack, I converted it for elder males this time as well! Working on converting the fem frame version too.

For YA-E male sims

3 recolorable presets, 2 with overlays, 4 channels

Enabled for Everyday and Outerwear, disabled for random

4.6k poly, 1k textures

Custom thumbnail

All morphs, all LODs

Black specular, so it’s not shiny like Maxis clothing

Compressed, and elders use same textures as adult

Updated to include YA-E fem version, more info here.

Download: SimFileShare (.package) or Patreon (free)

Credit: Maxis

@katsujiiccfinds @xto3conversionsfinds @matchsim​ Thank you! 🥰

[spkyleweek]

Guidelines // NSFW Prompts // Pinned Post

Kyle Week 2024 is a character appreciation event that will run from May 20th - May 26th. Each day has two prompts to choose from, of which you can do anything: write, draw, edit, make a playlist, whatever you like!

La Kyle Week 2024 es un evento creado para mostrar nuestro cariño y apreciacion por el personaje, y se desarrolla desde el día 20 de Mayo hasta el 26 del mismo mes. ¡Cada día encontrarás dos temáticas entre las que elegir, que puedes usar para crear cualquier contenido que gustes; como escribir, dibujar, editar, crear playlists, etc!

SFW PROMPTS – TEMÁTICA SFW

Day 1: Family, Sports – Día 1: Familia, Deportes

Day 2: Animals, Fairy Tale – Día 2: Animales, Cuentos de hadas

Day 3: Yandere, Genderbend – Día 3: Yandere, Genderbend

Day 4: Favorite Kyle Ship, Favorite Kyle Costume/Outfit – Día 4: Tu ship favorita con Kyle, Tu disfraz/atuendo favorito de Kyle.

Day 5: School Photo, Clothes Swap – Día 5: Foto escolar, Cambio de atuendo

Day 6: Free Day – Día 6: Día libre

Day 7: Birthday, Adult/Post Covid – Día 7: Cumpleaños, Adulto/Post covid

Further explanation and suggestions for themes are listed below. – Puedes encontrar explicaciones y sugerencias para los temas aquí abajo.

Day 1 / Día 1:

Family: The Broflovskis (parents, brother, cousin Kyle, your own headcanons) Kyle’s children (fanon, canon), etc.

Familia: Los Broflovskis (padres, hermano, el primo Kyle, tus propios headcanons), Los hijos de Kyle (tanto canon como fanon), etc.

Sports: Whether he’s a spectator, a player, or a hater, there’s something for him!

Deportes: Tanto si es espectador, o jugador, o hater, ¡cualquier cosa que puedas imaginar!

Day 2 / Día 2:

Animals: Pets, his elephant, Willzyx, Kyle as an animal (or animal traits!), animals you associate with him, ones that he doesn’t like?

Animales: Mascotas, su elefante, Willzyx, Kyle como un animal (¡o con rasgos de animales!), animales que asocies con él, ¿o quizá animales que no le gustan?

Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Kyle, his favorite story, or your own spin on fantasy!

Cuentos de hadas: Kyle caperucita roja, su fábula favorita, ¡o tu propia historia o mundo de fantasía!

Day 3 / Día 3:

Yandere: Maybe Kyle is a closet freak, or maybe someone else lurks within the darkness. ;)

Yandere: Quizá Kyle está un poquito loco… o quizá hay alguien en las sombras que está loquito por él.

Genderbend: Panderverse, your own fem Kyle design, Kyle is the only one who stays the same? You choose!

Genderbend: Panderverse, tu diseño femenino favorito de Kyle, Kyle siendo él único que es un chico entre sus amigos… ¡Tú decides!

Day 4 / Día 4:

Favorite Kyle Ship: Any and all ships are welcome, including OCxCanon!

Tu ship favorita de Kyle: Todas las ships son bienvenidas, ¡incluidas OCxCanon!

Favorite Kyle Outfit: His favorite, your favorite, his partner’s favorite!

Tu atuendo de Kyle favorito: bueno, tu favorito, o el de Kyle, ¡o el de su pareja!

Day 5 / Día 5:

School Photo: Will we finally get a smile?

Foto escolar: ¿Conseguiremos que finalmente sonría?

Clothes Swap: Kyle in M4’s clothes, Kyle in Asuka’s (NGE) clothes, whatever!

Cambio de atuendo: Kyle con la ropa de los otros M4, Kyle con el outfit de Asuka de Evangelion… ¡lo que sea!

Day 6 / Día 6:

Free Day: Anything that your heart desires!

Día libre: ¡Lo que sea que tu corazón desee!

Day 7 / Día 7:

Birthday: Party time!

Cumpleaños: ¡De fiesta!

Adult/Post Covid: Age Kyle up like a Sim. PC designs or your own takes are more than welcome! Stick him in an office, take him on a vacation!

Adulto/Post Covid: Cambialé la edad a Kyle como a un Sim. Cualquier versión, tanto su canon Post Covid, como tus propios headcanons, ¡son bienvenidas! Métele a chambear en una oficina, o llevátelo de vacaciones!

[someone-elsa]

Re-randomize CAS Challenge

1. Open CAS to create a new sim. 2. Select physical frame (fem/masc) and age of your liking (don't change them later!) 3. This is where the fun begins! Hit Randomize (and take a picture of the sim). 4. Open the Randomizing options and uncheck one of the attributes (one you want to keep). 5. Repeat steps 3 and 4 until you have no attributes to uncheck. 6. Your sim is almost ready! You may now do some tweaks (even change hairstyle or clothes, but preserve the original vibe.) 7. Give him/her/them a name, traits, etc. 8. Congrats, your sim is now ready for an adventure! 9. If you make a post, use tag #re-randomize CAS challenge and tag @/someone-elsa for a reblog ♥

Results of course depend on the mods/packs you have (for example, I have a mod that disallows all makeup for randomized sims 🙃) Since voice doesn't change sim's appearance, you can uncheck it when you don't want to keep the other available attributes. This is a gamble, so be careful of what you uncheck 😆

My test sim is Loretta. She's a socialite who spends her days shopping and travelling. She would like to be a luxury influencer but is too lazy to succeed.

So try randomizing and creating sims, post pictures (at least of end result), and tag other simmers to take the challenge (if you don't know who to tag, check this post) I tag: @cherisim @daedriyth @alelelesimz @efflorescencesims @capptrash @condensedcoffee @enniewritesathing @xlkdx @glitchedsins @sadslothsims @junimoosims @limeysims @simvilae @mrssnail (obligatory: feel free to ignore)

Happy simming! 💗🌼

[n0x-lupus]

★EMO CC PACK 2★

I figured it was about time to release some new CC! This one is a little more polished than the first one and took longer than I'd like to admit!

Check out what’s in the pack and download under the cut! (Very photo heavy!)

(Thanks to all creators for the cc in the pic above! @simomo-cc​ and @raccoonium​ for the hairs! If you see your cc and it’s not tagged please let me know and a tag will be added asap, I have so much cc I forget who made what ;_;)

((UPDATED THE CLOTHING HANGER FILE!))

Emo Boy Hoodies

Keep your emo boy (or any sim with masculine frames!) warm this winter in style! 6 Swatches!

More Emo Skinny Jeans

New jeans for both frames! Masc and Fem versions available! Skinny Jeans are a must have for your Emo sims! 4 Swatches!

Old Sims 2 Shirts

These shirts are based on very old shirts made by Bailelizabeth for The Sims 2. I loved them when I played The Sims 2 in my teens and every Emo Girl sim wore this at some point in my game. (Baileizabeth hasn’t been active since 2012 but if they see this and want it removed, please DM me and I'll do it ASAP! <3)

2 Swatches!

Random Alt Shirts

Just a collection of emo inspired alt T-shirts. Currently only available for feminine frames but will most likely update to include them for masculine frames too! 8 Swatches!

Lastly, buy mode items! Two small recolours of base game objects fit for an Emo kid’s bedroom! One swatch each!

Folder contains all packages and pics of items you get as seen above <3

(It’s a Google Drive link, so once you click the link below, just click the small arrow next to “Emo CC Pack 2″ at the top and click download from the drop down menu, then simply unzip the contents and place all package files in your Mods folder!)

✭DOWNLOAD✭-

[ar1suu]

UNDERST☆ND — ( streamer!scara x fem!idol!reader )

synopsis. when the famous streamer Scaramouche, reveals being in a relationship with a mysterious person, no one thought he would be married to the famous idol, YN.

yncara shippers!

hutao + lumine

yn besties!

been dating for 4 years

before that they were fwb for a year

huato is a part time model while lumine is studying fashon on tevay university

hutao is always the first one to try her gf’s clothes

hutao actually studied marketing

they live together in a cozy apartment

they have a cat named ghosty

they meet yn in university, before she dropped out

hutao is 24 while lumine is 23

at first they didn’t like scara, but they saw how he treated yn and approved him

childe + kazuha

kuni’s friends

although kuni completely denies it

they are both famous streamers

both meet kuni in highschool, where they studied together

childe usually plays games like Roblox, Minecraft, cooking mama or the sims

while Kazuha plays Beyond, DBH, Until dawn, life is strange, etc

Childe has a degree in business

Kazuha actually graduated from language and literature

they are roommates in a big apartment that Childe owns

both Kazuha and Childe are 24

Childe is just a nickname, only his close friend know his name is Ajax

a bit shocked that scara was married

[letomills]

Download: SFS / Mega

As requested by anon, these are showerproof skins linked to Lifa / @withlovefromsimtown's trans body shapes: AFTr, AMTr, TFTr and TMTr. They are repo'd to your S1-S4 + alien default skins (or the Maxis skins if you don't use default replacements) so they'll fit everyone's game. If you have no idea what showerproof skins are, please read under the cut.

There's actually 2 3 sets: • one set ("Lifa UUTr Showerproof Skins") gives Lifa's trans shapes to both F and M sims; • another set ("Lifa UMTr Showerproof Skins") only gives trans fem shapes to M sims, while F sims keep their standard Maxis shapes (I made this one for people like me who use F androgyny for their trans masc sims and don't necessarily feel the need to have AFTr in their game); Edit: • the third set ("Androgyny F + Lifa UMTr Showerproof Skins") gives Lifa's Trans shapes to M sims and Androgyny to F sims.

These sets are further divided into 2 versions (choose one): ◦ version 1 gives trans shapes to adults and elders only; ◦ version 2 also gives the teen trans shapes to teens.

If this sounds confusing, each "version" folder has previews in it so you can see exactly what you're getting (ages not depicted in previews have their standard Maxis shapes).

The required top and bottom meshes that I made from Lifa's full-body nude meshes are included, as well as the Androgyny F meshes which are Aquilegia's edits of Gothplague's (I fixed the crotch and feet mapping and added the sexyfeet version). For each age and "gender" group, you'll have to choose if you want blockfeet or sexyfeet.

More details below.

What are showerproof skins? They are skins linked to a custom body shape (or body shapes). When you give a showerproof skin to a sim, that sim will have the body shape that the skin is linked to when they are nude (taking a bath, streaking, doing ACR stuff, etc.). Showerproof skins have no effect whatsoever on clothing, because clothes use their own meshes.

The skins on this post are custom skins that are repo’d to your skin defaults (S1-2-3-4 + alien) or to the Maxis skins if you don’t use defaults. Let me repeat that they are custom skins - they will not replace your skin defaults, they will only have the same textures as your defaults. If you ever switch default skins, these will change automatically on their own so that everything matches. These skins are not geneticized or townified. If you’d like to genetify and townify them, check out Rikkulidea’s tutorial.

In CAS, they will appear in your custom skins with these thumbnails (depending on the set and version you choose):

(This last one goes for both the adult&elder-only AndroF+AMTr set and the one that includes teens too.)

Uncensored previews are included in the download, but keep in mind that they're really only relevant as previews for the meshes - the textures will be different in your game depending on what default skins you use.

Let me know if you have any question or issue.

[l2vedive]

I LOVE YOU (SJY).

PAIRING: sim jaeyun/jake x fem!reader

GENRES: includes smut (minors dni), heavy angst, hurt no comfort, slowburn, one sided pining, fluff at the end, friends with benefits, classic communication issues trope, university au

WARNINGS: smut, profanity, making out, implied alcohol use, smoking, semi graphic descriptions of smut (fingering, thigh riding, handjobs, cunnilingus, slapping), one line for dirty talk, reader calls jake baby a lot, name calling (bitch and whore directed at someone), jake constantly gets played, made up female character, jake is hopelessly in love with reader (pls get up), reader is a walking red flag invented by park jaeeon, cheating if you squint, one sexual joke lol, other idols have guest appearances (yeonjun of txt, isa / chaeyoung of stayc, mentions karina of aespa), heeseung doesn't talk much i apologise 🙏🏻

SYNOPSIS: in which yn and jake are in a friends with benefits situation. sort of.

WORD COUNT: 9320 words.

PLAYLIST: here.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: aaaand it's finally here !!!! this was originally written for itzy which is still published on my ao3 acc , however , i decided to rewrite it for enhypen to get over my writer's block rhksjdjed . i hope you enjoy it regardless <33 the dialogue jake says in june is from richard siken's masterpiece "crush", which i suggest you read because it is a very good book. jake stans this one's for you !!! :DD

TAGLIST: @help-i-cant-find-a-username @cherrybxmbby @woozisnoots @fairyofhee @asyleums @cha0thicpisces @aliensrme @enhygene-phen @slut-4-jake�� @princesjy​ @axartia​​

i.

It's September when the papers on the desk slide down to the floorboards: the steel painted blue table is cold against your skin, almost burning you with intensity until Jake pulls you back up to his mouth by your hair, and has you pressed up on the wall just by his bedroom door. Jake's tongue smoothes over the fresh set of hickeys on the nape of your neck, your collarbone, your tits, and your chest bursts with fire with every touch and feel. It gets hotter when he hears the needy whines coming from you and, Oh my god, Jake thinks. I need to kiss her. I need to. Your jeans, that you never got to take off completely, are tangled by your feet and your thoughts stop when Jake slips another finger in, curling it just right.

"Fuck," You glance at the window over at Jake's shoulder, the light of your computer reflecting on the pane as the clock hits 12:00 AM.

"Hm?" Jake hums against you and it sends vibrations throughout your body, enough for him to hit the spot.

"Happy two years, pretty." Jake mumbles when he finally pulls away and puts his fingers in your mouth. The sight alone is enough for him to feel hot and bothered all over again as you suck off the boy's fingers. Jake smiles through his plump lips, smeared by your leftover lip gloss from when you kissed him earlier.

You hop on the beans of your toes as you get your jeans back up. Your bra's still hanging onto one shoulder and your shirt is nowhere to be found. The hickeys on your neck are still fresh and sore, forming hues of purple. Jake hands you his shirt instead. For you to wear and for you to take home to wear. (He sort of hopes you sleep in it too. Hopes you think of him before going to bed.).

You pop a cigarette in your mouth and he lights it up for you, leaning in close. His skin burns as the flame meets the hilt of his thumb and his heart sort of aches when you immediately soothe it with a kiss.

"Happy two years, Jaeyun," You say casually. "Do you have a wish this year?"

"None that I can think of," Jake replies. You watch, blowing smoke as he attempts to shrug a new set of clothes back on, running his hand through his disheveled hair. Out of habit, he moves to brush the strands of hair that might poke your eyes away before tucking it behind your ear delicately.

Jake loves you. Despite that this is always how it goes and not just everytime you celebrate your "friendship" anniversary.

Because with you this is always how it goes.

"Yeah, same," You say. Your eyes are dark and they're focused, playing into his. He knows. For as long as Jake has known you, you've always had one. And it is always a secret.

You always ask him first. So that when it's your turn to be asked, you can pretend. You can say no and end it there. Because that is always how it goes with you. You've got a habit of keeping skeletons in the closet even with your best friend.

But Jake isn't stupid. He always knows what you're up to. It's in the way of how you carry yourself after every fuck, how your eyes seem to lower and darken, how you don't fix up your hair neatly like you always do for school every morning, letting it fall just like that.

(He thinks you're setting up a metaphor for it. Like, you have this prim and perfect picture exterior to outsiders but when night falls, he gets the real you: unpredictable, messy, needy, full of want and unashamed to say it.).

Jake always knows.

He wonders if this is why you don't say anything. Jake wonders if this is why you always seem to hide from him, despite being friends since forever. He wonders why you look at him in ways he knows that would make him feel things, why you're picking up his shirt, helping him put it on, and giving him an open-mouthed kiss before walking out.

The bitter aftertaste settles on his tongue. "Please stay," Jake says. "I love you."

Instead, you hear it as, "Don't smoke and drive." 

ii.

It's October and Jake doesn't dress up for Halloween.

But you do, and you are undeniably hot in a skimpy impractical security officer uniform, with a devastating amount of cleavage that Jake wants his mouth on.

Jake had never really planned on going tonight, but he kind of had to, because all his friends were going and you were definitely going. He really wished he hadn't though. His friends are long gone, flirting with the other partygoers left and right, and by the time he has reached the bathroom to pee, he could hear obnoxious loud moans.

He is considering going home and slipping into his bed to watch a movie until you emerge from the crowd of people, looking pretty, hot and sexy as hell. Do not fucking look at her.

But it's no use because you're walking towards him with a devilish smirk tugging on your lips. "Hey, Jae," you say. "C'mere." You smell like fruit punch and alcohol and you're too close for Jake to be at ease.

You promptly push Jake onto the couch, plopping yourself onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs on either side of Jake's. It's hot in the room all of a sudden and Jake's breath hitches in his throat.

You're in public. Where people could see you. You never do anything sexual in public.

"YN," Jake starts. "What are you doing?" His brow furrows, obviously confused.

"Shut up," Your breath is in Jake's ear and it's warm and tingly and enough for the hairs behind his neck to stand. For his cock to twitch in his jeans. Jake finds that his hands are gripping your ass.

Jake moves his head away to look around the room before looking back into your eyes. You have contact lenses on and he feels like falling into it. But he knows that by the time he has, when you approach him on campus tomorrow, you won't remember anything. It's blue and it's powerful and it's pulling him in. He thinks blue suits you. His favourite colour with his favourite girl.

Despite his hazy view of you on top, Jake is about to stop you and ask what you mean until you lace a fistful of his hair in your hands behind his neck and kiss him.

And even though you've kissed a lot, this was extremely different. For so many reasons.

For one, oh my god. You are on his lap, half-naked with your ass in his hands and your tits pressed up close, and Jake actually prays his boner doesn't build up a tent through his jeans. Second, you're in public. And third, you never had sex in public. At least not with him. But now he gets to feel the experience of doing so in your kiss. You are so good. You are so fucking good . Jake knows that you know what you're doing with every soft bite on his bottom lip, every flick and suck of your tongue dancing with his, every moan devoured by him.

He's not so bad himself and he knows it too. You taught him how.

You aren't finished when you start grinding your hips against him and Jake fights every bone in his body to move with you. "Fuck, YN," And it comes out as a hiss rather than a warning. You were too good . Too addicting .

It's even harder when he feels your hand fall back and in between you both, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, palming him through his boxers. "Come on, Jake," You say, but Jake feels like you're pushing him rather than asking. "Do you want this or not?"

So Jake lets you. For a second until he pulls away and is out of breath. His heart hammers inside of his chest and he's quick enough to get ahold of your hand, stopping you.

He moves to get up, pushing you off of his lap and embarrassingly, you stagger on your heels before falling on the couch. You don't say anything. And even though he's confused, you know he's pissed. You are too.

"I don't always want to fuck you, YN,"

"You're so boring," You say.

"And you're drunk," Jake replies, straightening his posture. Because when you got drunk, you were out like a mad woman. Between the two of you, he was the lightweight and that was actually how the two of you became friends; he was sure he could keep up with you the moment Heeseung had introduced the both of you to each other at his last house party, immediately taking an interest in you. Long story short, he liked you and you liked having him for company, and it just snowballed from there.

But for now, his mind is racing and his clothes suddenly feel tight on him—and no, it's not because of his boner—worse, his throat almost chokes up when he hears: "I'm sober." 

"I don't care," I do. I care so much. "I can't let you do this."

Suddenly, you get up, your faces in close proximity. Jake feels like it’s just the two of you in the room and if that were the case, he would've already screwed you all over the couch himself.

"You want to fuck me, Jake," You say lowly. Your face is stone cold and it almost feels like you're challenging him. (You are.). "I know you do."

Jake shakes his head. He looks at you and swallows. You almost allow yourself to break down all your walls for him with the way he's staring at you.

"Come on, Jaeyunie," You press, the cute tone hanging off the nickname you give him. "I know you want to." You giggle as you curl your finger around one of his belt loops, tugging him closer.

Your voice knocks him out of his windpipe and it's enough for him to know that he's failed from holding himself back. From getting mad at you.

"I do," Jake manages. "I love you, let's stop this. Let's go home."

But he says it like this: "No, I can’t do this tonight." And turns away, disappearing into the crowd.

iii.

It's November and it's raining.

You're all gathered around your living room, watching a horror movie that Jake knows he won't be paying attention to.

It's dark with all the lights off and it's creepier with the faint sounds of raindrops hitting the backyard's porch. There are only two sources of light, however. One from the television where Scream plays and another is from Jake's dimly lit side where you seemed to be texting under the blankets propped over the both of you.

It's quiet most of the time, except for the occasional bickering from Sunoo, who teases Jay for his reactions, and you look bored throughout the film. Jake is, too.

He is about to lean over and make a funny comment about the scene that was currently rolling on screen but he catches a glimpse of your screen and immediately, he feels guilty for looking. Because right there on your screen are messages between you and god knows who, and a picture of you almost topless.

And suddenly, you excuse yourself, phone in your hand before heading down the hallway to the bathroom. Jake doesn’t move, wondering if you knew he was looking. Instead, he waits and settles that you probably had an emergency to take care of.

It's been fifteen minutes and Jake grows worried. By now, almost everyone has fallen asleep and you still haven't gotten back from the bathroom.

Quietly, Jake tiptoes away from his position and instantly jogs down to the bathroom. It's silent and his heartbeat is loud in his ears; he's not sure why he's nervous. "YN?" He calls out. Nothing.

To his surprise, there's no one inside and the door is unlocked for her to look. It's empty and Jake swallows thickly. Once, twice and third is the hardest as he starts to panic. Where did you go?

Immediately, Jake heads upstairs to search for you in one of the rooms. He heads to yours first and it's locked. "YN?" He questions, knocking on the door. He can hear shuffling and movements, and Jake doesn't know what to think of.

"YN!" He raises his voice slightly, afraid not to wake the others up as he slams his hand against the door. No oxygen. No oxygen. It’s heavy, he's aching, his heart is a mess. Breathe, Jaeyun. Breathe . Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Breathe, Jaeyun. Fucking breathe.

The door swings open and he sees you half-naked in bed. In front of you, is Heeseung shuffling to get his pants up. Jake's eyes dart back and forth and the older boy slides behind him.

You say nothing at all as you sit up and put your hoodie back on.

"Hey, man," Heeseung says, but it comes out as a question. "I actually have to be somewhere else right now. See you, Jake." He's gone before Jake could reply.

Frozen, Jake doesn't say anything. It takes him a moment to process what just happened.

"I—," He starts. There is so much that he wants to say but nothing comes up. He feels dizzy almost and his nail beds are bloodied from piercing them into his skin. He releases when he feels your lips on his.

Your lips are soft and it's sweet, and it's nothing he's used to. He's so confused, god, you were so confusing. "I'm sorry," Jake blurts out, because nevertheless, he still loves you. So much.

"Don't be sorry, baby," You say fondly. "You got me." But I don't , Jake thinks . I don't get you. I can never have you.

His eyes are closed when he allows you to kiss him. To touch him so softly and whisper sweet nothings that he knows he'll never stop thinking about when he pictures your hand as his own when he gets himself off at night.

Jake knows that his friendship with you is unusual. You both know it. You turn up every day if you can, allow him to finger you until you're crying and writhing your hips, let him use your mouth on his cock in return until his entire body is rattling with aftershocks by the time he comes. You seem to get whatever you seem to want from him, and stupidly so, Jake allows you.

He loves you. And you hate him. He knows you do.

Jake breathes hard, and he's kind of embarrassed by how easy it is of him to completely melt under your touch. How easy it is for him to get turned on until he gets so primal, lust clouding his head and pulsing his veins. He suddenly realises your positions have switched as his back hits the duvet and he's tangling his hands into your hair, hands brushing down to tilt your chin and have you look at him in the eyes.

You giggle and teasingly untie the laces of his sweatpants, brushing your fingers softly near the areas Jake wants your hand to touch and more, trailing a teasing path that only makes him needier and harder than he already is. Your hand travels down his abdomen, carefully advancing its way into his boxers as you begin to pump his cock. Hot and spilling with pre-cum in the middle of his hips.

"Please kiss me again," He chokes out. "Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me like you love me, even if it's just for tonight."

You hear it as: "Fuck, YN. Keep going, please."

It's chaos .

iv.

It's December and you have a boyfriend. And it's every December, every year that you have a boyfriend.

Jake is trying to busy himself with the nape of your neck and the way he breathes fans in your hair like he's tired. He is so tired.

You recognise it and kiss him more intensely, shoving him against the car window. Jake feels it and draws back, the taste of your cherry flavoured lip gloss lingering in his mouth, weighted on his tongue like a stray "I love you" caught between his teeth. You attempt to get Jake back into your hold, your hand sneaking underneath his hoodie, but Jake opens his eyes.

"Come on, Jaeyunie, we only have tonight."

"I don't want to do this anymore." Jake says.

You constantly keep the air conditioner on full throttle and never care about anybody else, except when you take what you want from them, and Jake is so fucking sick of it. You are self-centred and a cunt, and it takes it all out of him to not push you away again when you come leaning forwards, kissing him everywhere and pulling his hoodie up. Selfish, insistent, oblivious, insensitive.

"Can you stop?" Jake says, scooting back to the seat. "I'm so tired of this."

The car engine revs up and the lights flash for a second, igniting color into the dark neighbourhood. You hesitantly step on the gas pedal. "What's wrong, Jake?"

"I'm right here, always," Jake says. "I'm right fucking here, in front of you, next to you, and yet you don't see it. You never think of anyone else, YN. It's always about you."

You drum your fingers against the steering wheel and switch on your turn signal. There's another cigarette hanging on your lips. You drive down the lane and into the main road. You're going to drive in circles and it's a perfectly sick metaphor. (Another one to add in Jake's book.).

When the green lights come on, you pull slowly with the brakes and come to a dead stop at the yellow lights, constantly waiting for the red lights and stop signs so you can reach over the armrest and kiss him again.

"You know that's not true, baby."

"Stop that," Jake reprimands. "You know it is."

You take a drag and exhale out the smoke, not bothering to roll down the windows. You glance behind him in the street among the smoke and briskly pull over. "What the fuck is your problem today?" you ask, turning to him.

"Forget about it." Jake says. His skin stings where you've bruised him with your teeth. Where you've touched him. Where he pretends to say it hurts when he's screwing other girls so they won't touch him there. Won't touch him where you've marked him. He feels sick.

"Do you want to talk or are you going to leave?" You shuffle, rolling down the window and throwing out your cigarette. You're angry, Jake can see it.

"Do you have feelings for him?" Jake finally says. His voice embarrassingly breaks in reaction to the question, making him want to leave, walk away, throw up, and cry. You've barely made it back to the block.

You sigh, running your fingers through your hair. "Fucking hell."

"Just answer the question, YN." Jake replies.

"Of course, he's my boyfriend. You're my friend."

"Yeah, no shit, I am!" Jake says a little too loudly, sitting up and staring up at the mirror he's pulled down earlier. He's laughing and it's sour when he says: "God, you weren't kidding when you said you had an amazing sense of humour, were you?"

"Get out." You say. Your voice is so low Jake doesn't recognise you.

Jake pales and he's as white as your knuckles, grip tight on the steering wheel. "What?"

"You heard me, Jake. Get out of my car."

Jake reaches over for a kiss, trying to get you to kiss him again and forget about it. Trying to get you to fuck him over, and all over just like how he does when he fucks you until you both can’t think of anything other than each other's names.

You nod your head. "I gave you two choices. You chose this."

"No, I chose you," Jake seethes, suddenly angry. "I always, always fucking choose you."

"It's not like I asked you to." You snap, closing your eyes. You're too defeated, too tired of Jake's antics.

Heartbeat ringing in his ears, Jake falls back down on his seat. "You're unbelievable," He says. "I can't believe you."

You say nothing at all. It's quiet and it's too long until you turn the car off.

Jake stares at the road ahead of you. "I love you, I didn't mean it," he says.

He says it in this way: he puts his hoodie back on, pulls on the lock and pushes the door open, he gets out and slams it closed.

He cries the whole walk home.

&

It's still December when you're sprawled all over Chaeyoung's bed, watching the other girl type away her essay due upside down.

"You know, YN, someone called me baby the other day,"

You hum in response. "Yeah?" You ask, sitting up and lying on her stomach. "Who was it?"

"Some boy I kissed at Jimin-unnie's Christmas party."

The Christmas party in question is nothing special, just a gathering of friends at Yoo Jimin's place, at least that's what you remember Jake telling you over the phone. Jimin's Christmas parties were a hit and you knew how crazy it usually went. Her Halloween party that you attended last month too (the same one where you and Jake had a confrontation, the one that you remember, the one that always replays at the back of your head), proved how truly popular the girl was. 

Parties were usually your setting. You hung out with most of the popular crowds for this reason. You liked going out, dressing up and having the adrenaline rush kick in your body's system as the loud music booms in your ears and colourful lights wash over you and a bunch of other dancing bodies. You lied to Jake on the phone, laying out those reasons for your shitty excuse not to go. Besides, you weren't really interested in partying and dancing after what happened that night with him. You learn from Sunoo the next day that Jake didn't go either.

"Well," You start. "Jake calls me baby too." You say it like it's nothing and Chaeyoung immediately turns around.

Chaeyoung looks like she's choking down a laugh until she realises you're not following it up with something else. "Like, as a joke right?"

You stop drawing invisible stars on the girl's bed sheets, delaying a response. "Jake calls me baby. Only he calls me that," Your voice lowers down to a whisper, so fragile that it breaks. (A crack in the walls.). "I do too. When we're fucking around."

Chaeyoung blinks at you. "But you're his friend."

"I am. We're friends," You reply, sighing. "I know that."

"Well, if one of you likes the other—I'm assuming it's the both of you , by the way," Chaeyoung hesitates with the way you're blatantly staring at her. "Why won't either of you say anything about it?"

"Because I can't do that. We're strictly friends. You know me, Chae, I can't just change what we have. It's a bit more complicated than that." You're frustrated and you know you have no right to be for the way you've treated him. For the way you're still  treating him. It's not complicated, you think. He's a teenage boy and you're a girl. 

You're LN YN.

You always had things figured out.

Girls are always supposed to have the upperhand with these kinds of things. You learned this the hard way when Chaeyoung had called you during graduation night in high school when she had let her guard down and had a boy shatter her. You’ve always been protective of her; the same kind of energy had channelled into the way you’ve had your situationships, never spilling more than you let on.

You sit in silence for a few more seconds and Chaeyoung clears her throat, saying she has to get back to her work. Before you allow her to continue, you say: "I'll say it. I'll tell him I love him too."

You pronounce it as, "I'll be off. Good luck on your assignment, take a break when you can." before getting your stuff, heading out the door and downstairs, and finally leaving.

v.

It's January when Jake opens the front door and sees that you're parked on his driveway, leaning against your car. You both stay a good ten feet away from each other until you say: "Happy New Year, baby."

And Jake smiles, falling in love all over again, feeling ecstatic with the sudden rush of euphoria in his body. It's the summer-like smile, warm and nice, that shows you're being sincere. You walk over to him and tug him down by balling his white shirt into your fist, kissing him and smiling.

"YN," Jake says. There's an edge in his voice that makes him feel unsure, despite wanting you then and there. "People can see us. We're in public."

The smile on your face widens and it makes Jake's heart hurt. God, she is so beautiful. 

"Let them see. I don't care." You kiss and kiss, Jake pulling firmly on your shirt (his shirt) until you push yourself onto him and he walks you backwards into the house. Jake manages to kick the door shut with his shoe, mouth still on you as he drives you to the edge.

"Jake," You say as he runs his hands up your back, clutching you close to his chest. His heart. His face, pressed into the comforting skin between your neck and collarbone.

"Yeah," He says, more like a sigh.

You don't remember what you were going to say. " Shit , Jake, I—,”

Jake has his thigh locked in between your legs, pressing onto your core. The scene between you two is prodded perfectly against his warm skin. You can't think. You can't think at all.

Jake feels you grinding your hips up and down, rubbing your clothed cunt excruciatingly slow on his thigh and right over his crotch which earns him a mewl from you. Your eyes are closed, and your fingers have found its way under his shirt, nails clawing into his back.

"Jesus Christ, YN ."

Your eyes flutter slowly, and you see Jake appearing more flustered than you've previously seen him. His eyes are filled with astounding desire. "Shut up and kiss me," You say.

And because Jake loves you, he does. Over and over and over again.

vi.

It’s February and there are roses and pink balloons everywhere. It's Valentines' Day.

There are couples kissing and holding hands in the hallway and all Jake can do is lean by his locker and watch. But not in a creepy, stalkerish way, in a way that he sort of pictures you and him like that, and pretend that you both could be like normal people and have a normal relationship.

He's about to turn away when he sees you. You, hand in hand, with your boyfriend, Lee Heeseung. His best friend.

You walk right past him, not batting an eye at him; not even a smile. Because this is always how it goes. It's always like this with you.

You were expressionless yet Jake could see right through the façade, and he knows that the reason why you never look at him is because the moment you do, you lose. 

Jake prays to his lucky stars that you do. Because he loves you. God , does he love you. He always will.

&

It's still February. It's raining again.

You're over. 

You've been over a lot recently, every other day, every Friday. Not to fuck though, which Jake finds weird. Usually, you only ever come over to: A) Fuck each other's brains out and have him fuck you until you're sore in all places, and B) Make him cry; whether the context is him hopelessly trying to get you to fall for him or to abruptly leave to "have to be somewhere else", knowing you say it like that to try and not to hurt his feelings. Jake never knows. You only ever come over for your sexual arrangements and nothing more.

He prompts himself to think nothing of it, taking it as a good, little surprise for himself, and asks you if you wanted to do anything specific. 

"It's your house," You say casually, sliding your phone into your back pocket. "Do you wanna do anything tonight?"

Jake stares at you, reading your face and looks for any signs that show disinterest. You smile, warm and tingly that it's fuzzy in Jake's stomach, as if to let him know that you'll stay regardless.

Another surprise: you make an effort and allow him to make an offer without implying a second.

Jake declares tonight is different and asks you if you want to watch a movie, to which you respond "yes" before suggesting that you head to Jake's bedroom once the movie ends.

So tonight is different, indeed. Tonight he has you cuddled up to one of his plushies on the couch with five metres to spare as Patch Adams plays on the screen. You're not touching, in any way, because you intricately hold yourself off from Jake unless it's in a state of undress, positioning your bodies so that non-sexual contact is non-existent.

It hurts only a little.

You both are friends but that is never how it is between you and him. Truthfully, it hurts.

Halfway through the movie, you have fallen asleep while Jake stays awake to finish as he watches Patch graduate to receive his Doctor of Medicine and bow to his professors and the audience. Occasionally, his eyes dart over to you, whose breathing is quiet and beautiful as your chest rises and falls with your hair sprawled messily on the pillows.

He wants to reach out, hold your hand, touch you, and fit into the perfectly good space between the two of you and lay his head on your shoulder, because, logically speaking, you have had your tongue on his dick and Jake has reciprocated with his on the apex of your clit, and you've seen each other naked countless of times, and all of your fingers have mapped out the pleasures of the others' genitals, but it doesn't work that way.

Jake knows it. For a long time, since the day he has agreed to this illicit affair that you have proposed, he has.

But you're right there, asleep next to him, and the love bite on your collarbone isn't from him, so there’s no point in keeping score.

Jake falls asleep a little later, the words, "Please love me like I do with you," on his lips.

In the morning, it comes off as him cooking breakfast for the two of them and you walking up to him to give him a kiss. You both know where this is going and he lets it happen.

vii.

It's March, and you're over again.

Mostly for good things.

You sometimes do homework together, cook dinner and breakfast together, depending if you stay over, watch Netflix when there's nothing tolerable on the television, and talk about other things that aren't about asking if the other could cum or not.

Jake isn't used to this, but it is something he could get used to. A few weeks ago and years before that, there were rules, obvious rules that you had laid out right from the start.

You still have sex. Just not all the time. It's every Friday that you plan out all the things for you to do other than sex. It's every Friday that you're over at Jake's house to do couple-y stuff and it makes Jake laugh. She has a boyfriend , he reminds himself. You're just a friend. His feelings don't matter to you.

Sometimes Jake wonders if you only ever see him as somebody to screw, nothing more than a fuckbuddy , telling him you're friends just to keep him around. He's not delusional, of course. He could be if he wanted to, or tried, but he also knows that you can't love him like he does and that's okay.

So right now, you're sitting by the kitchen counter, working on some English assignment. There isn't a lot of work going on, to be honest. You've been playing footsie under the table for the past hour, smiling until your cheeks are rosy and until eye smiles have come out of hiding.

It stops when Jake's phone vibrates to the tune of his ringtone, the default iPhone melody; it's distracting and he has no choice but to take it.

"Hello?" He asks into the phone.

You watch as Jake goes from unsure, nail biting, eyes darting to you for approval of some sort, and finally away to lips parted slightly, blush cheeks and bright smiles.

"I guess, I'll see you then." Jake says, tapping his nails on his textbook. He lets out a laugh before ending.

You don't skip a beat. "Who was that?"

"Jiyoon from—, "

"Dance? Yeah, I know her. She’s a bitch."

"She's pretty chill." Jake replies, eyes squinting as he fixates on the polaroid taped on the wall above his desk.

"Is she really?" You say. You haven't looked away, not once, and it makes Jake slightly nervous.

"Well, how do you know she's a bitch?" Jake quips. "She's actually nice, you know. She hugs me whenever she says hi."

You snort. "That's because she likes you, Jake. Like, romantically."

"What is going on with you?" Jake gets straight to the point. Whether you know it or not, he did notice all the staring from when he was on the phone. It's sort of pissing him off that you're getting so hostile about it when you literally have a boyfriend of your own.

"You're going to her stupid party then, aren't you?" You ask. By now, you've turned your chair to the side, your leg crossing over the other and closing your notes to talk.

"She invited me, of course,"

"And how do you know her?"

Jake laughs. He laughs because you're being ridiculous. He feels like he's sitting for interrogation by his older brother after he caught him coming back home at the dead of night at 3 am once.

"She lives on the next block, YN. We were friends in high school. She's nice to me and she's a good person." Jake shifts in his seat to return to his assignment, hoping you would drop it.

But you aren't finished. Jake can feel you burning holes in your head and the intense clicking from your pen is slowly getting to him. 

You're asking too many questions: "Have you seen her?" , "Don't you know that she almost broke my leg during practice because she wanted the center position?" , "Do you really want to go?" Shut up. Shut up. Shut up . Each of them, and he knows you're only doing it to get to him.

And finally: "Are you going with her because you want to know what else she's good at, Jake?"

"Can't you just," Jake harshly slides his chair back, the steel leg screeches against the tiles of his marble floor. "Can't you just leave it alone?"

When he looks up, you're sitting up with your thighs pressed together, hands by your sides as you lean forwards inquisitively. Eyes mirroring each other, Jake stares you down.

"Don't fucking do this to me, YN," His hand curls into a fist, the corner of the notebook page crumpled under his touch. "You've got a boyfriend, don't you? Stop putting your nose in my business."

"It's my business too," You stand, towering over him, your palm flat on the surface of the table while the other rests on the arm of his chair. Your faces, just a few inches away. You breathe hard, your hand curls into a tight fist to keep you from losing it. The paper almost tears apart just by the way you've scrunched it.

(Your walls begin to crumble.).

You can feel Jake's heavy breaths, chest heaving at you, and your heart picks up its pace when his eyes fall on your lips.

"Baby," You start. You can hear his heartbeat racing. Your cells are going insane, screaming at you to kiss him. To touch him. To tell him. But you can’t do that; not when you've already done enough damage to ruin each other. Done enough to ruin him. "Jaeyun. Jake."

"I love you." Jake finally says, his voice barely above whisper.

To you, you hear it as: "We're done studying tonight. Go home, YN." So you do.

He breaks a few minutes later after you leave, locked in his bedroom, crying into his pillows.

viii.

It's April and it's the party.

Jake regrets going.

He's with Jiyoon, who hasn't gone a single minute without trying to impress him. It's nice and he appreciates it, but she’s trying so hard that it's almost embarrassing. But whatever, it's fun. Her party is fun and he tries to forget about her constantly acting cute to enjoy himself. He isn't trying to be an asshole but he always found it uncomfortable when girls around him do not understand the concept of boundaries, which is kind of hypocritical of him to think about because there is absolutely none of that when it comes to the both of you.

It doesn’t really bother him that she's sort of stiff with her dancing, but the music is good and easy to settle in a groove, so he lets her guide him to the makeshift dance floor where he thinks he can see you pressing up to Heeseung and tries not to look your way, trying not to get his heart broken again.

It doesn’t bother him.

He ends up indulging in five more cups of pineapple mimosas and a last minute glass of vodka to top everything all off, because why not?

And he's on the dance floor with Jiyoon, guiding her hips to some new pop song that's currently blaring on the speakers, his hand resting on the small of her back, feeling every movement at once. It makes sense. It's a party and she's enjoying herself. They both are.

What doesn't make sense is how you and your boyfriend have moved a few inches closer to him, dark eyes analysing every movement. Jake knows you're doing this to rile him up, and it's working enough for him to piss you off too. 

You're annoyed.

You wanted nothing more than to yank that bitch off of him and be the one who's dancing with him. But you know you can't so instead, you bring your hand up to the back of Heeseung's neck, and it's like he knows what you're trying to do when he presses his lips to your jawline and starts kissing, sucking and biting, travelling lower to the base of your neck. You can feel him smirk when a moan escapes your mouth. You've noticed Jiyoon has turned to your direction to see why Jake seems to be distracted. You fight back a taunting smile.

Heeseung's hand snakes around your waist before resting it on the small of your back, pressing your bodies together which immediately makes you grind your hips against him as you burn your gaze into Jake's. It feels good, you won't lie.

He tears away when Jiyoon turns away from you, flustered, leaving you triumphant. Good . 

The next time you look back at them, Jake is no longer to be found. Instead, Jiyoon has found someone else to dance with, and probably take back to her room. Called it .

You're not drunk. Not even close. You haven't had anything since you arrived, agreeing with Chaeyoung, who dragged you here in the first place, that the alcohol was cheap shit.

It's a few minutes later (minutes, not moments. You're not pretentious.) when you feel a hand on your wrist, dragging you away from Heeseung, not bothering to excuse you. You get into the first room Jake decides.

"Clothes off, now."

You rebuff. "I was busy with my boyfriend,"

"I don't give a shit," His voice sounds deeper than usual and you wonder if it's because you've actually managed to make him mad.

Jake ignores you and shuts the door behind you, pushing you against the wall and touching you everywhere while leaving open mouthed kisses by your jawline.

"You say we're friends and yet you pull up some bullshit stunt every chance you think is good for you." He says in between.

"Good for me, good for you, same thing," He doesn't even meet your eyes, looking everywhere as he pulls the back strings of your top, letting it fall to the ground.

"Did you want her to be me tonight?"

He still doesn't look at you as he gets on his knees and pulls your shorts down. "No."

You roll your eyes against your will as Jake sucks on your clit without warning, your hand immediately tugging on the boy's hair, having his face nuzzle closer.

"Don't lie to me—fuck—You and I both know why we're constantly in the same place," A moan slips out, and you can feel the ghost of the boy's smirk on you. You don't say anything else, too out of it to tell him to stop. 

You don't have to tell Jake because he knows. Jake knows your body more than anything. Knows your games and the way your mind works.

Jake doesn’t respond and does exactly what he never thought of doing. He adjusts his position, swings your leg over his shoulder, and raises his hand enough to collide with your cunt, where the pain immediately warms up to your pleasure. The slap resonates within the room and it earns him a gasp.

"Watch your mouth, baby," You writhe against the firm grip that Jake has on your hips. "You don't want everything to be ruined now, do you? That's what you always say to me."

"What kind of game are you playing?"

Jake doesn't reply and dives back in between your legs, this time much rougher than earlier, sucking on your clit while his only other thought was how the girl who asked him to come must be trying to look for him now, and he knows exactly how long it will take her to search every room until she finds her own and sees you completely at his mercy. This was the kind of game he knew you would play if your places were switched, if he had a girlfriend that wasn't you.

"I always want to fuck you, Jake. If that's what's getting you worked up. And I have been for two years," You manage as you feel him insert two digits inside you. "What else would you want?"

Jake can tell he's got you all to himself by the way you gasp to fight back another moan that's threatening to spill from your lips, by the way you sink your chipped manicures into his scalp as he draws whimpers and whines out of you, never stopping as he leads you to your orgasm.

Your voice mocks him. Teasing, challenging, driving him insane. "You. I love you," Jake lets out.

You hear it as, "Let's put that pretty mouth of yours to good use. Get on your knees, baby."

ix.

It's May.

You don't have a boyfriend.

Jake only knows this upon eavesdropping on your conversation with one of your previous special friends , Choi Yeonjun. The guy's rash, definitely more of your speed, and much cooler than him if he wants to be honest. He doesn't know the full story, sort of just finds out about it by himself, but basically, you two have hooked up for a few months, until Yeonjun realised he was falling for someone and broke off the affair. And five months later, Jake had just moved into town.

A cute story, he guesses, or whatever. But it makes Jake feel twisted, remembering that you've been with other guys, have called other guys baby , and have kissed them where you've kissed him. It's practically the same with everyone.

He wonders, though. Wonders if he's the first guy you have managed to keep around. Wonders if you fuck anyone else behind his back, other than your boyfriend. Wonders if you have ever had a boyfriend during your affairs with other people, or if you were just plainly into fucking him over specifically.

But he's right behind the school building, supposedly here to pick you up, the pungent smell of smoke gravitating under his nose and whirls of curses means that you have company.

The crackle of the cancer stick is faint but it doesn't drown your husky tone when you say: "Shit's stressful."

Yeonjun snorts, backing against his shiny motorcycle. "Trouble in paradise, lover girl?"

"Now, why say it like that. You make me gag."

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"Whatever," You stand before the flagpole, left hand tucked away in your (Jake's) denim jacket's pocket, dominant hand flicking ashes onto the ground. "But yeah, there's something of the sort."

Yeonjun's eyes sparkle with obvious mischief. "Do tell, LN YN."

You roll your eyes. "Broke up with him. Found out some whore was leeching off of him. Felt like the right thing to do."

Jake doesn't mean to intrude, and he hadn't meant to stay either. He didn't know you broke up with Heeseung, but then again you never really tell him about anything related to that. He hasn't spoken to the older boy in weeks either. But he hears his name in between and now he's all too interested to hear what you have to say about him when he isn't around.

"Wait, what?" Yeonjun interrupts. "I thought you were going to tell me about Jake."

"What about Jaeyun?"

"So we're on a first-personal-name basis with the secret lover now? You weren't like this with me, YN," All out of it, Yeonjun stomps the cigarette with his boot, aggressively digging its grave.

"Oh, shut up," You laugh incredulously. "Where did you even get that idea from?"

"You're so," Yeonjun trails off. "Here's a little bit of spice—do you like him or something? Is the LN YN finally retiring from her cock parade?"

You scoff. "Idiot."

Yeojun ignores your comment. "Do you?"

You don't answer. The ego lies in your throat like the suspense of a bullet in Russian roulette, steadily pulling the trigger. Jake breathes, never letting go.

Say it. 

Then it strikes him sharply, tearing the barriers of his heart apart. "I don't. He's just someone."

Yeonjun stares, his pierced eyebrow raised. "A friend?"

Of course.  

"No," You say quickly. "I mean, yes. But no."

"You're whistling in the wind here. What is he to you exactly?"

You sigh exasperatedly. Jake doesn’t get why you have to ponder on it so much. You usually just say you're friends and move on.

"He's a friend that I fuck whenever I feel like it,"

"Meaning," Yeonjun is looking at you like you have all the answers to solve every problem there is in the world, waiting for you to unfold them. 

"Friends with benefits, are you slow?"

"Fuck off." 

You shrug, toying with the grey lighter in your hands, lighting it every fifteen (Yes, fifteen. It's been your favourite number recently.) seconds and burning its flame into the rusting steel behind you.

"YN," Yeonjun starts again.

"What," You look up at him, clearly done with the topic.

"Reality check right now," Yeonjun pressed. "You have feelings for him and you have no idea how to tell him, so you keep stringing him around at a distance enough for you to control it."

You take a puff, taking in the kill. "Don't be delusional." You exhale.

"Delusional because I'm right, aren't I?"

"Just drop it already." You snap.

Yeonjun raises his hands defensively, nodding his head as if to say he's letting the topic go. It's quiet again.

Jake tries to figure out if you've been quiet like this before, stuck driving in circles and telling people to get out of your car, sending them home crying. Or if he had been the first for everything. Maybe this whole time he'd been the one complicating things.

You seem to put yourself in similar situations, Jake notes. 

Jake decides he's heard enough. It's enough and it's all he ever hears anyway. He's a friend . You're friends. This is always how it goes with you, despite everything.

You with your dumb (pretty) hair colour, cold dark eyes, rocking your (his) dumb signature denim jacket with your dumb cherry flavoured lipgloss that makes him weak, you who parades around town with guys fawning over you, you who gives them little to no attention at all, and you who picks one of the lucky ones to be your conquests before screwing them over.

You are selfish and you never try.

x.

Jake chases down with your hair flowing against his cheeks to kiss away what dried wetness remains, and eventually crashes alongside you after you get off of him, breathless.

It's June.

The euphoria, however, is short-lived, and you eventually stand and rush awkwardly to pick up your clothes, and get dressed. “You wanted me to go rougher than usual, are you okay?” Jake calls. He knows, he knows that you know. He hopes at least.

“Everything's great,” You say, shimmying into your shorts. “I need to get home, though. It's my turn to cook tonight. My dad isn't home again.”

Jake reaches for a kiss and you don't pull away. He keeps on kissing you, his wet mouth chasing the corner of where your lips would flick upwards into a smile that he's fallen for.

Jake pulls away frowning, sliding your bra strap up your shoulder, and helping you put on your (his) hoodie. He says, "I love you, I'm sorry. He wasn't worth it. I'm sorry that you had to take the things you love and tear them apart, or pin them down with your body and pretend that they're yours forever."

And you haven't moved, you're frozen, and Jake's kissed you, and he knows you'll never forgive him for showing you such vulnerability, for getting past all your thorns, and maybe now, you will leave him alone.

To everyone else, most importantly to you, it comes out as, "Good night, YN. Get home safe."

xi.

It's July, and Jake kisses Jiyoon for the first time. 

It's unplanned, really. He hadn't meant to but it was a spur in the moment with the picture of your smile and mischievous dark eyes in his head. He's always thinking of you. 

But you haven't called or texted since that night and he's scared he might've done so much.

He does, however, kiss her. It happens because things are easy with Jiyoon. It's easy to laugh. It's easy to be happy. It took him a long time to get there, but he tried, tried, and tried.

So, to cut a long tale short, he wants to forget the fact that he messed it up with you and decides that this girl sitting next to him would be the perfect person to start over with.

Jake promises himself that it will be simple, uncomplicated. Everything is simple with Jiyoon. He's nervous (not because he likes her—he doesn't—at least, not like that. Which he feels guilty about since he started seeing similarities with you but whatever.). When she turns to him, he's drumming up the courage to reach over the seat and kiss her (like he would with you.).

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jiyoon ponders, her fingers sluggishly tapping the steering wheel, her brows pinched together in worry. Her eyes are dark, alluring, familiar, Jake thinks. Just pretend they're YN's and fucking kiss her, you idiot.

Jake moves in a little closer, trying to latch onto the belief that he can see those familiar hues in Jiyoon's eyes. He licks his lips, recalls the moments with you, and inhales slowly.

"Jake?" Jiyoon asks, perplexed and befuddled, as Jake places his hand on the head of her seat and moves perilously close. "What are you doing?"

And it's there. He takes control with a forced smile pressed against her mouth, snaking his hand around her neck and pulling her close. 

Her eyes are closed when he flutters his open and he sees it. Out through the foggy window, he sees you. Your figure fades away when Jiyoon pulls away, and he realises he's stopped kissing her.

"You're a good kisser, Jake."

He pulls away with regret, reality hitting him, and feeling his skin flush. "I'm sorry, I can't—,"

Jake wishes he could go back in time and undo the previous twenty seconds of his life the minute his heart leaps into his throat and he sees the comfortable colour of blue.

"This was a mistake, I'm sorry."

He grabs his phone on the dashboard, unlocks the door, gets out and heads home.

xii.

It's August.

It's dark out, and Jake is in your room.

You called him over.

There's fire in just the right places, in your touch cautious on his ribcage, in your mouth asking sweetly on Jake's, in the tepid cooling fins from the vents, turned to just the right power.

You don't have sex with him. Jake softly kisses you on the mouth. It's not your birthday. It's the month you and him met at Heeseung's party. It's not even an occasion to be celebrated. (Unless, you're fucking cheesy then sure.). It's not what people do unless they're in a relationship, but with you, he's found that there are a lot of things a person could do with no strings attached.

You take a step back, partially to catch your breath and half to check the time. The digits are slightly obscured by Jake's fluffy head of hair, but they're still: 12:17 AM.

"It's that night," Jake whispers.

You kiss Jake's cheek, jaw, and bottom lip with your lip glossed, kiss-mouthed smile.  "Yeah, it is." You untangle yourself from Jake carefully, as if you have all the time in the world.

You have a lot of things. A lot of secrets, unsaid promises, sacred thoughts he knew that could kill you inside. Jake thinks about this a lot.

"Do you think we still would've met if it weren't for that party?" You wonder aloud, sliding under your covers.

Jake leans his cheek against the head of the bed, cold steel scarring his skin, face turning to you. He's in deep thought as he drums his fingers on the grey pillows.

"Maybe," He finally makes up his mind, a goofy smile on his face. "I actually have a secret."

"Sounds interesting." You say, smiling. You move to your nightstand to tug on the switch of your night lamp open awkwardly as the last street light outside your window goes off, so as to not pull your left hand away from Jake.

"Leaving me again? This is your house, you know." He jokes.

"Shut up. I need the light," You curl back into the position you were in a few minutes prior, sliding under the duvet next to the boy. "I can't see your face."

Jake chews his lower lip and suppresses a grin. Adoration. It's crystal clear from him.

"Would you want me to know?" You ask. Jake's heart pounds, the last summer rain falls, you soothe him with circles from your thumb.

"I think so," Jake says. You kiss him on the mouth, pure and warm, encouraging him.

And Jake loves you. Nevertheless, since, until.

"I love you." Jake says.

You smile.

It doesn't sound like anything else.

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[keekity]

a sim dump.

hello i hit a follower milestone so it’s time for another sim dump! as always, it’s 4 masc and 4 fem sims with as minimal cc as i am capable of using (300 MB).

they’re all nakey bc i can’t be bothered to give them all outfits like last time idk who i was feeling like

i put a little bit of thought into their personalities (likes/dislikes, conversation topics, etc.) so you could just throw some clothes on them and toss them in your game, but feel free to ignore all that if you want

don’t do anything weird with them please

also SO sorry in advance but i did not organize my cc before exporting them so......YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED (but everything should be working fine otherwise)

tag me if you use them! i’d love to see them in your game :))

DL (cc is included, ty to cc creators) or get them on the gallery, my EA ID is Plumbobbunny

[haknom]

bravery at my nightmares — yang jungwon

SYNOPSIS > after being expelled from his old school for something he didn’t do, life for jungwon only got harder. everyone avoided him and claimed that he was “bad energy” or a “terrible influence.” so, why did you have to be different than everyone else and actually try to get close to him while gnoring all the rumors about him?

PAIRING > junior!jungwon x junior-fem!reader (ft. enhypen hyung line + jungwon and ni-ki, hoshi from svt, nagyung from fromis_9, and taeil from nct).

WARNINGS > EVERYTHING IS FICTIONAL (severe?) bullying, blood, swearing, toxicity, fighting, the staff force jungwon to open his backpack, a teacher almost hits jungwon, the school staff are really rude, angst, fluff, and mentions of cigarettes.

WORDCOUNT > 4331 words

NOTE > *PLEASE READ* this is my apology letter for not posting mpays!! (although all of y’all may block me IM SORRY IT WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THISSS) but anywayss justice for jungwon For Real. PLAYLIST! also special thanks to the “#freejungwon” gc!! @hanniluvi @ddenoudepression @feeeli @soov and ahlam for helping me with ideas and giving feedback 🤞 // js wanna say… THIS HAS TO BE MY FAVE FIC SO FAR BC WHY WAS IT SM FUN TO WRITEE / ALSO, THIS IS ONLY PART ONE OF THE FIC, therefore part 2 (act 1), part 3 (act2), and part 4 (act 3) will be out afterwards!

TEASER / PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

ACT 01.

School sucked. At least, that’s what Jungwon thought. It was a terrible place. If he had the choice to stay at home or go to school, he’d stay at home any day. 

He never felt welcomed or as though he belonged at Decelis. Even if he was walking near a group of students, you could easily spot him. They were in friend groups, and he wasn’t. He was alone most of the time but he enjoyed it. There was nobody to bother him or tell him what to do, aside from a certain group of boys.

Lee Heeseung, Park Jongseong, Sim Jaeyun, and Park Sunghoon. Everyone feared them, including Jungwon. But his feelings towards them were quite different. He hated them with everything in him. They were the reason Jungwon hated school. 

They found entertainment in picking on him whatever chance they got. It was bothersome and annoying. Even if he tried standing up for himself or dodging their attacks when he was pulled into one of their hangout spots — or in other words, a dark alleyway — the consequences were always worse than the first; more bruises and wounds that he’d have to cover up, so it wasn’t obvious something was going on. Their hits were always stronger than the ones from before.

To summarize everything, Jungwon hated life. He couldn’t fend for himself even if he tried and he couldn’t even ask for help without the boys finding out some way. 

The surrounding laughter brought him out of his thoughts as the stench of spoiled milk filled his nostrils. The tall figures in front of him overshadowed him as he watched the grins on the four boys’ faces grow. Park Jongseong’s arm extended above Jungwon’s head as he poured a carton of spoiled milk all over him. 

The milk was liquid and lumpy as it fell onto his hair and clothes. “Sweet, who would’ve thought that the Lee Heeseung would have a carton of spoiled milk lying in his locker,” Jaeyun said as he elbowed Heeseung softly from beside him with a mischievous smile. “What can I say, I guess it was perfect timing.” He responded with a slight smirk. 

Jungwon flinched at the feeling of a lump of spoiled milk dropping on his head and sliding down to his shoulder as he held back tears of humiliation. Jongseong retracted his hand from above Jungwon, scoffing at the sight of him. “Gross,” he muttered with an eye roll while covering his nose. “Let’s go,” Jongseong said as the four of them turned away from Jungwon, heading towards the exit. “Wait, pass me that,” Sunghoon said while pointing at the empty carton in Jongseong’s hand. 

He handed him the empty milk carton as Sunghoon threw it behind them, hitting Jungwon right on the chest. The flashing from the phones in the cafeteria increased as well as the laughter. All Jungwon wanted was to eat his lunch peacefully. It was his favorite meal of the day and he was excited to eat it. But now, that didn’t seem like an option anymore, did it? 

—

He put his uniform into the washer numerous times, yet the stench wouldn’t leave. No matter how many times he washed his hair, the stench didn’t leave. It pissed him off, a lot. 

Of course, he didn’t deserve this, nobody did. Yet, why did it have to be him? Was he the easiest target? Did he have to change so that they wouldn’t mess with him anymore? 

All those thoughts made him even more frustrated. The grip he had against his scalp and hair follicles made him groan in pain as he untangled his fingers from his hair. He let out a sigh before he continued to wash his hair for the ninth time, but this time, more gently. 

Maybe changing who he was now would help put a stop to all the bullying, right? He nodded the voice in his head as he planned out what he’d do tomorrow. It’ll be an easy day. Everything would run smoothly, and if they were to pick on him, he would fight back. It’ll be alright, he thought. 

— 

Jungwon was drenched in cologne, trying to overlap the stench of spoiled milk. Though, it only worked for a small amount of time. His plan was running smoothly. There was no sight of the four boys, yet. So he took this time to enjoy his day until it got worse. Of course, there were still some whispering and weird looks he got from other students because of yesterday’s incident, but today, he didn’t let that stop him. 

Today, February 9th of 2023, will be his day. It was his birthday after all. 

“Hey, shithead.” A too-familiar voice spoke from afar. As he said before, today he would stand up for himself. So, ignoring them worked, right? “Did you not hear us?” Heeseung said, increasing in volume. Their footsteps only became louder as they got closer to Jungwon as he increased in speed. Jaeyun scoffed at Jungwon’s so-called bravery as he also increased in speed. 

He placed his hand on Jungwon’s shoulder with a strong grip that halted his movements. “Did you not hear Heeseung call your name?” Jaeyun asked as Jungwon gulped. 

So, maybe that plan didn’t work. 

“Are you sure he was calling me and not someone else?” Jungwon said, looking at Jaeyun with a glare. “Woah, don’t look at me like that. I almost got scared.” He joked, but Jungwon’s glare didn’t lift. “Whatever, who else in this school goes by the name ‘shithead,’ huh?” Jungwon stiffened at Jaeyun’s words. “You could pass as one too, you know? The name really fits you.” Jaeyun’s hand rose from Jungwon’s shoulder as Jungwon let out a sigh of relief that was cut short by Jaeyun’s fist meeting his stomach. 

“You think you’re so high and mighty just because it’s your birthday, don’t you?” He said as he watched Jungwon fall to the floor with his arm over his stomach. “Well, my friends and I prepared a great birthday gift for you!” He teased while rubbing his fist from the previous hit. 

“Jaeyun, don’t do it here. There are other students.” Sunghoon whispered from beside him as Jaeyun loosened up. “Fine, but when we get to our spot, I get first hit on him.” He said while looking at Jungwon’s coughing figure. Jaeyun let out a laugh while muttering the words ‘pathetic’ with a bitter tone as he and Sunghoon caught up to the boys who walked away. 

Perhaps, Jungwon spoke a little too much?

—

Jongseong held up his phone while laughing at the scene in front of him; Jaeyun was releasing all the pent-up anger from earlier onto Jungwon’s fragile figure that laid on the floor. “Jaeyun, let me have a go at him.” Heeseung said as Jaeyun backed up to catch his breath. 

Currently, Jungwon was bleeding almost everywhere. He must’ve made Jaeyun really mad earlier for him to have blood dripping from his mouth, nose, and any available limb possible. There was a throbbing feeling in his head that didn’t feel like it’d lift soon. 

“Listen, I won’t go as hard as Jaeyun went. We still need you alive for what we have to say next, okay?” Heeseung said with a comforting smile that immediately faded as he got closer to Jungwon. He tried sitting up with all the strength he had left. 

He couldn’t give up now. What about his plan from yesterday? 

He raised himself with his arms as Heeseung watched him in annoyance. “Stay down,” he said while kicking his figure, causing him to fall back down to his previous state. “Who said you could get up?” Heeseung crouched down in front of Jungwon, placing his hand on his head. “You know, I don’t really like how you’ve been acting lately. Whether something happened to your confidence or whatnot, I still don’t care. You should at least remember what happens when you go against the rules.” Heeseung said while raising his hand from Jungwon’s head and slapping him across his face. 

“Hopefully that fixed you‌. But if not, I’ll give you another one,” he repeated the same process another time, but this time a little harder than before. “Eh, this is quite boring. Turn off the phone,” Heeseung said, waving his hand at Jongseong. “You’re still with us right?” He questioned, waiting for a response from Jungwon but instead, he coughed. It was enough to satisfy Heeseung. 

“Sadly, the administrator of our school found out about us breaking Mr. Moon’s car windows the other day and about someone bullying Jihyun.” He explained. “I swear it was her friend Chanyoung who snitched, she’s a bitch for real.” He muttered out of annoyance. 

“Although we said it wasn’t us, they won’t believe our words. So, we need you to take the blame. It’s our last year in high school, it’s useless to get expelled now.” He said as Jungwon coughed again. “Why me?” He croaked out as Sunghoon rolled his eyes from the wall he leaned on. “Because we're not scum like you. You’re pathetic, worthless, and useless. Who wants you here anyway?” He said while approaching Heeseung and Jungwon. 

“Anyway, you’ll do it right?” Heeseung asked, waiting for Jungwon to nod. Jaeyun kicked Jungwon’s leg, causing it to throb. “He asked you a question, so answer it.” He said in a harsh tone as Jungwon forced out a yes. “Great, be prepared to speak with the administrator and principal tomorrow. Remember, no lying.” Heeseung warned as he rose from his crouching position and stretched his limbs. He dropped the cigarette that was in his other hand and stepped on it, blowing out the blunt.

“I think I’m late for dinner, let’s go.” Heeseung said while leading the group away. 

Jungwon’s vision was slightly blurry and his whole body throbbed in pain. He didn’t care about all his scars and fresh wounds. All he wanted was food, he was starving. If it was a regular day at home, he would’ve eaten dinner about an hour ago. No wonder his stomach was growling.

He attempted to stand with the amount of strength he had left. It worked mostly, but he still wobbled on his feet. There should be a nearby convenience store if he wasn’t wrong. Maybe he could get something to fill his belly with the amount of money he had on him. 

His feet dragged against the pathways he walked on, holding onto anything nearby for extra support. The store sign that read ‘24HRS’ glowed, illuminating the night sky, and caught Jungwon’s attention as he headed towards it. 

The chime from the front door of the convenience store welcomed him and alerted the worker at the front. “Hey, welcome! Tell me if you need any — Woah, what happened to you?!” Her voice exclaimed, but Jungwon ignored her and went to look for a meal.

He picked up a container of Kimbap followed by some extra side dishes. This should be under his budget. He walked over to the cashier with a limp as he felt his limbs becoming sore. “Here,” he mumbled, placing the items on the counter. It only looked like his lips moved with no sound but that was not the case, he had only a little energy in him to speak. It was bad. 

The beeping sounds from the item scanner filled the awkward silence between the two as he watched the total count up. “Final price is $6.55, how would you like to pay?” She questioned as he held out the cash needed. “Enjoy your meal,” she said cautiously as he nodded and exited the convenience store to sit on one of the outdoor seats. 

The fresh air helped him breathe as he felt his mind clear from the previous incident. He slowly opened his mouth, jaw still sore from the hits the boys landed, and took a bite of his food. 

He exhaled out of satisfaction and from the comfort the food gave him and his stomach as he went in for another bite, finishing the Kimbap whole.

The door chimed as the cashier from earlier headed toward Jungwon’s seat. “Hey, you seemed… very injured, are you okay?” She asked, causing Jungwon to turn his head to her walking figure. “I’m fine,” he said, now with more volume. “You don’t look like it,” she sat down on the empty seat on the other side of his table.

“Well, I am. So, I don’t need your help,” he stated with a bitter tone and continued to eat while the cashier placed down items on the table. “Whatever, I’m a high school student, and you look like one too so don’t freak out.” She explained as he looked at her. 

“Why are you introducing yourself as if we’ll meet again later? Plus, what if I was some old man who just looked very young?” He said with a raised brow. Did she normally go around giving people her personal information? “I saw your student ID when you were grabbing the cash. I have good peripheral vision.” She explained as he stopped his movements. Well, that was embarrassing. 

“But that’s not the point right now, your looks are worrying me, could I treat your wounds? They’re just items from the convenience store, I think it’ll help—” 

“I said I’m fine, alright? I don’t need your kindness to feel better or whatever.” He grabbed his food, getting ready to leave. “So, you’re telling me if I were to touch your arm right now, you wouldn't wince in pain?” She argued as he stood there in silence.

“No—Ow!” He exclaimed out of utter shock and pain. “Why did you grip my leg? It could’ve just been a light tap and I would’ve been fine!” He looked down at her as she stared back at him blankly. 

“Sit down,” she instructed as he took his seat with a sigh of defeat. She grabbed the ointment from the plastic bag on the table along with a cotton swab. “Where do you want to start?” She questioned while squeezing the ointment onto the end of the cotton swab. “Should I really be trusting a stranger right now?” He asked, unsure of his future choices. 

“You literally heard me come out from the store and I couldn’t have poisoned anything. So, you can trust me.” She reassured him as he hesitated but nodded. “Okay, let’s start off easy. How about your hands? There are only a few scratches. I picked up on them after you handed me the items and cash in the store to pay,” she explained as he extended out his arm to her. 

“Don’t move,” she warned as she began tapping the ointment around the wound. It wasn’t deep nor was it barely visible. It was in between the two so it must’ve still hurt. 

He winced in pain as the ointment spread around the cut. She looked up at him in curiosity. “Did I hurt you?” She questioned in concern as he shook his head in return. “You’re fine, it’s just the air.” He explained as she took that as a sign to continue. As long as she wasn’t making matters worse, everything would be fine. 

She put down the two items and grabbed a new one, a bandaid. It was shaped like a square and was pretty small. It should cover up the wound perfectly. She gently placed the bandaid over his wound and ran it over with her thumb while holding his hand in hers delicately. “My hand won’t fall off if you hold it tighter, you know?” He said, judging the light hold she had on his hand. The number of times he had to adjust his hand so far became tiresome so it was best to at least let her be aware of it. 

“Well, of course, but I don’t want to lose concentration and accidentally hold on too tight. It happens,” she explained while he nodded. “Reasonable,” Jungwon used his other hand to continue eating as she cleaned up his wounds wherever they were visible. “The ones you can’t see, I can do them on my own. So, don’t worry about those.” He said as she nodded and continued with her job.

Although he had no clue who she was, he felt comforted by her presence and as if he could trust her with what she was doing right now. But, if the two were to meet again there’s no way he’d let this situation be known to everyone. It’s already as bad as it was at Decelis. So, for him to be known as a victim of bullying in other schools wasn’t something he wanted.

“Stay still, okay?” She said while leaning in to clean the wounds on his face. There were moments where he flinched in return or winced in pain, because hey, it really hurt. 

“There,” she backed away from his face as her eyes looked over the bandages that covered his wounds. “Better?” She asked as he muttered a ‘sorta’ in return. “Alright, good. I have to close up the store now, so go home, okay? Don’t get into any more fights or whatever it was. Be safe!” She smiled at him as he watched her movements. She rose from her seat and grabbed all the previous necessities, stuffing them into the plastic bag from before.

She waved at him and walked back to the store. Jungwon looked away from her and lowered his head. She was a sweet person but still, he couldn’t trust her. Hopefully, whatever she saw today disappeared from her memories.

—

Jungwon walked into his classroom after his bathroom break and took a seat on his chair. Yesterday sucked, but that didn’t mean today would be any better. 

He had some business to deal with and there was a high possibility of him being expelled. Bullying and breaking a teacher’s car? It was bound to happen. They were crazy things. Although he didn’t want to do this, he had no choice. 

“Yang Jungwon of class 3, please come to the office immediately.” The voice of the principal was loud through the intercom. All eyes were on him as he grabbed his backpack, preparing to be yelled at in some way or another. 

The walk to the office felt dreadful. It was uncomfortable and intense. He hated it. Hopefully, it would be his last time doing it.

He knocked on the door, alerting those on the other side. “Come in," a deep voice said as he turned the knob in response. “Have a seat,” Mr. Soonyoung said.

Looking around the room while taking his seat, Jungwon could see many faces; Mr. Moon, Mr. Soonyoung; the principal, and Mrs. Nagyung; the vice principal. 

“Jungwon, I didn’t think you were the type of person to do this.” His voice said with disappointment. “Just because you were a good student or whatnot, that doesn’t mean you’ll get an easy pass.” Mrs. Nagyung said while looking up from her files. 

“You know how serious bullying is here, but why did you still do it? The scars and bruises you left on Jihyun’s figure are very visible.” She said as Jungwon stiffened. “Jungwon, answer the question. Why did you do what you did to Jihyun?” Mr. Soonyoung’s voice felt distant to Jungwon. He knew he didn’t do any of this and yet he had no other choice but to tell a lie. 

“She’s annoying and she deserved it,” they were basic words but they still caused many issues in the office. “Do you realize how silly you sound? Jungwon, Jihyun did nothing to you. You and I both know that. Why did you still attack her, anyway?” Mr. Soonyoung stated with a stern voice. 

“I already said why. Is that not enough for you to understand?” Jungwon tilted his head to the left, mockingly. If he had to lie about what he’s done, he should at least play the part.

Mr. Soonyoung scoffed at his actions. “Psycho,” he muttered under his breath while flipping to the next page. “What about Mr. Moon’s car? Why did you break his windows? Do you not know how expensive it is?” Jungwon looked away from Mr. Soonyoung as he thought of an excuse. 

“I was bored, sorry Mr. Moon. I hope you get a new one soon,” he smiled innocently with his dimples showing as Mr. Moon looked at him in confusion and anger. “So?! That doesn’t mean you can go around breaking into someone’s car!” He exclaimed out of anger while grabbing Jungwon’s collar. Jungwon scoffed and looked away, “Clearly, it does mean that if I already did it.” He said while looking back at Mr. Moon.

Anger bubbled inside him. He was ready to hit Jungwon with any chance he got. “Mr. Moon, have a seat.” His voice sounded more like a warning as Mr. Moon released Jungwon’s collar harshly and walked back to the sidelines. “I’m not sure what has gotten into you Jungwon, but I know it’s not you.” Mr. Soonyoung said in a worried tone. “People change, don’t you know that?” Jungwon said.

In his opinion, he was pretty good at this whole facade. That still didn’t mean that he wanted to do this. Lies are something Jungwon never told. He felt dishonest and guilty whenever it happened. It felt like he was breaking a promise he made with someone a while ago. 

“Jungwon,” Mrs. Nagyung’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts as he looked at them. Their faces were filled with anger, and it showed how disappointed they were in him. “What about the $100? Jeez, you really are different aren’t you.” Mr. Soonyoung scoffed.

$100? What $100? “What are you talking about?” Jungwon said, genuinely confused. “Can you not lie to us anymore? This is a serious matter, it can even pass as a robbery.” Mrs. Nagyung warned. “I’m serious, what $100?” His thoughts scattered as he tried to figure out what they were talking about. 

“The $100 that you stole from the 4 boys.” Mr. Moon asked.

Of course, it was them. What did he expect? But still, they didn’t tell him about this part. 

“I didn’t take money from them, what?” His eyebrows furrowed as the three staff in the room had enough of his ‘lying.’ “Open your backpack. If you refuse, you’ll be immediately forced to transfer to a different school.” Mrs. Nagyung said as Mr. Soonyoung wrote something in his notebook. 

“Why should I open my backpack? I'm telling the truth, there’s nothing there!” He exclaimed as Mr. Moon reached over to Jungwon’s backpack. Jungwon stood up from his seat, heading over to Mr. Moon. “Jungwon.” Mr. Soonyoung’s voice warned as he stopped in his tracks. Mr. Moon unzipped his backpack and flipped it over as everything fell out, including the wrapped-up $100. 

Everyone froze while silence filled the room as a wrapped-up $100 sat on top of his notebooks as they all turned to look at him. 

“Jungwon, did you just lie to us?” Mr. Soonyoung questioned.

Everyone knew, he never lied before. But it’s not like that was his current intention. The boys did this, didn't they? They probably snuck it into his backpack when he went to the bathroom.

“I…” He closed his mouth out of shock. He really didn’t know what to say. The sound of Mrs. Nagyung’s pen scribbling on her page was louder than usual. “Yang Jungwon, a student of class 3, is now expelled.” Her words felt like a stab to his heart.

Why was he ever excited about high school again? It sucked ass. Never would he want to experience something like this again.

He reached over to his backpack and packed his things while leaving the band of money behind and walked out of the office. Students that stood in the hallways watched as he walked to his locker, head down. 

More students from other classes poked their heads out of their classroom windows out of curiosity.

“Nice! The staff here are so gullible.” Sunghoon said while laughing at Jungwon from the corridor the four boys stood at. “For real, it only took a couple of $100 for them to agree with us.” Jongseong agreed, high-fiving Sunghoon. “I’ll miss teasing that kid, he was such an easy target.” Heeseung sighed, pushing himself off of the wall he leaned on. 

“Hey, did you get that on camera?” He asked Jaeyun. “Yeah, don’t worry. He looks hella pathetic.” He laughed as he showed Heeseung the clip. “Sweet,” he snickered as the four boys walked away from the scene. “Send me that when you have the chance,” Heeseung said while pointing at his phone screen. Jaeyun nodded as their voices became mumbles. 

Jungwon looked up from the floor only to be met with the faces of many students who had their phones out. They had no clue what was going on but still felt the need to record, it sucked. 

It was embarrassing and shameful. 

Jungwon lowered his head again and picked up his walking speed to his locker. All he had to do was empty it out and then leave, not that hard. But with all the lights that flashed around him and the chatter and laughter that overfilled his ears, they were all too much for him.

Slowly, tears fell down from his lash line one by one as his shoulders shook slightly. It was embarrassing to cry in public but he couldn’t hold it back anymore. All the pent-up sadness, anger, and emotions he held in for the past three years at Decelis finally released as heavier tears trickled down his cheeks nonstop.

His romanticized high school life was now over. It wasn’t enjoyable nor was it exciting to attend school every day. It was terrifying, uncomfortable, and frustrating. Nevertheless, he dealt with it because he had no other choice but to do so.

And like he said before, life sucked.

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[alltimefail-sims]

Hey! I was wondering if you could link some masc, toddler and children cc, if not thats ok i totally understand:D, i hope you have a great day/afternoon/night!

Hello! 💕 Of course, that's no problem at all! I'm just going to make a long list with some creator recommendations if that's alright with you! I will warn you... it's a long post lol. I went into my downloads folder and pulled creators that I noticed appeared frequently. Obviously there are probably some great creators I missed, but I did try to feature as many as I could think of!

Note that I'm a maxis-mix simblr, so some of these might lean alpha (with the exceptions of hairs, I exclusively use maxis match hair). But if you are against alpha all together, just ignore those suggestions obviously haha!

more info below ↓

@darte77: just scroll down their patreon posts, they are one of the holy grails of my masc sim cc.

@gorillax3-cc: so many good masc frame clothes on their website.

@qrqr19: hairs!

@johnnysimmer: hairs, lots of great hairs (has child versions of their hairs, too!)

@christopher067: a few simple but fashionable masc frame tops and bottoms along with a wide array of masc frame accessories (jewelry that usually works on both m-frame and f-frame).

@plushxsims: clothes, pants chains and belts, kind of edgy and I like that (leans alpha).

@sforzcc: even if I'm doing a "vanilla" playthrough, their cc usually stays in game lol. The pants and shirts variations are my favorite. Added bonus that the t-shirt variants are perfect because you can have a group where they all wear matching shirts but have the realism of reflecting personality (one person might wear a crop and one might not, someone might roll their sleeves someone might have holes in their shirt etc. but they can all have the same design and I like that personal touch of realism for like werewolf packs and such but I digress).

@softerhaze: specifically this pack they just put out. Great basics, very versatile, looks good on a wide range of masc frames.

@wistfulpoltergeist: lots of versatile male hairs and accessories.

@ceeproductions

@liliili-sims4: huge section of masc cc (even has a male cc pack). Love the unisex scarf accessories.

@amelylinaa*: does upload on simsfinds/simsdom, so warning for that, but lots of good clothes.

@aharris00britney: Obviously they make a lot of fem frame cc too, but I have every single male item they've ever created in my game because it is really well done.

@dyoreos

@gorillax3-cc

KK's Sims 4

@okruee: some of my favorite male hairs

@wyattssims: has two menswear fashion packs with a lot of content in each, just really good maxis match pieces.

@evellsims and @regina-raven both have some great goth maxis match cc that has fem frame and male frame variants, so it's versatile and not so "in the box" of atypical "average-joe" jeans and flannel, if you're into that!

@the-crypt-o-club: More punk/goth/edgy staple pieces for masc sims. Really unique cc with a ton of personality and versatility.

@clumsyalienn: they do a good mix of male and female cc. I have everything they've ever put out in my game tbh and their masc hair and clothes are versatile (they even have some great accessories for male sims as well).

@joliebean and @ice-creamforbreakfast: again, masc and fem cc. But their stuff is great quality and unique, they really hit formal wear for dudes, a category which I think is lacking in game imo.

@happylifesims: they have some great vintage pieces that also work for more intellectual or professional masc frame sims.

@pralinesims, @greenllamas: these two have a wide variety of cc but their beard packs for male sims are my go-tos because they have varying thickness and textures.

@simandy: all of their cc is great, but specifically this pack for male sims is a must have. The hairs in it are *chefs kiss*.

@igorstory: lots of facial hair

Gonna admit this section and the kids section might look short but that's because a lot of toddler creators also create child cc and likely fall in the "additional" category below!

@casteru: you literally can't have a cc rec list for toddlers and not include them, as they cover a wide array of basics. To me, they are the golden goose of toddler cc.

@rebekhanasims: cute clothes, great accessories (pacifiers, bonnets, hats, headbands).

@thecrybabystore

@georgiaglm: has some child pieces sprinkled in, but mainly toddlers.

@powluna

@ravensim: hairs, a few cute accessories like a crown, missing shoes, etc.

@madlensims: a lot of fem frame cc, but they have a ton of cute toddler and kids stuff, too (accessory backpacks and clothes).

@daisy-pixels: clothes cc. Super easy to navigate their patreon as you can just go to their "child" tag and download what you like.

@onyxsims: they do toddler cc, too! Huge variety.

Simiracle

C-Cerberus-sims: hair conversions folder HERE (their account doesn't exist on Tumblr any more). I pretty much exclusively use their hair conversions tbh.

@tommeraas-cc: has toddler cc, too!

@maytaiii: hair conversions and accessories (their crown and little face band-aid they just uploaded is so adorable).

ADDITIONALLY (specific things that fall in multiple categories):

@nucrests: child cc packs and loads of masc frame cc.

@simkoos: similar to nucrests, they have a good variety to child cc and masc cc (but they also have a few toddler items as well. The child items are my favorite though as they are unique and versatile).

@jius-sims have two children and toddler shoe collections that I recommend, and they also have two men's shoes collections!!

@lazyeyelids: they have a lot of great child cc and teen-elder masc frame cc.

Some of the old CC sets by @plumbobteasociety cover toddlers, children, and masc frame sims (I have cottage garden and rustic romance in my game). Obviously they have been inactive for a while, so hairs are missing the new swatches but the clothes and accessories are still very much worth it.

@rustys-cc: mentioning them because while they do make a lot of fem frame cc, they also have a sprinkling of hidden gem child and masc frame cc that is unique and well made (hairs/accessories/and outfits).

Vintagesimmer has some great cc for kids and toddlers that I enjoy, but it can lean alpha/maxis mix so if that's not your thing I'd stay away, but still thought they were worth mentioning!

@giuliettasims makes great accessories for fem sims, but for toddlers and children too.

Skin Details, overlays, presets blurb: I didn't really talk about these things because I consider them to be in their own category; I'd have to make an entirely different post on my genetic cc (I find everyone has their own method on this that works with their style). Additionally, a lot of skin overlays for masc sims aren't made specific to gender. This is usually true with age too, in the case of toddlers and children. However, I will note some general things I like that might fall under this category:

This hair overlay by @zombietrait changed my life because it helps unify the dark hair swatch more than anything or make the dark brown swatch true dark brown and etc. If two hairs in the same swatch don't match, this almost always fixes the problem.

THIS gray hair overlay by @sunnybelloria (works for fem sims, too) is necessary. Also THIS graying beard accessory for masc sims by @igorstory is my fave.

Paint/dirty hands and face makeup by @aroundthesims

Holy crap that was long lol but I hope this was helpful ❤️. I think I'm at max for links/tagging and I don't want Tumblr to have a crap attack, so I'll stop here. Anyone feel free to add on to this or reblog with your own additional suggestions!

Thank you for your ask!!

[tns-ts4]

#09 - VIDEO GAME | BOBAWEEN 2023

There is my contribution (quite late) for the day 9 of the @bobatrait's Bobaween 2023 !

I was really inspired by the HUD of Street Fighter to do this one. And I'm really sorry but I wasn't inspired for day 07, 08 and 11 :(

So I took the time to come back with this incredible animation !!

It was a challenge for me because I learn many things to do this, specially for the countdown ! I didn't find the way to do a good stadium background but I'm quite proud of this !

Characters made in The Sims 4. Animations, live bars, arcades and lighting made in Blender.

CC USED (Thanks to all the CC creators !) :

P1 CHARACTER

SKIN & BODY DETAILS

• Lips (as lipstick) by @nords-sims

• Strong Fem Body Preset by @blewis50

• Hair by @johnnysimmer

• Milky Skin by @reticulates [LINK BROKEN]

• Eyes (Default) by @reticulates

• Face Tattoo by @savagesimbaby

• Body tattos by @cubersims

• Eyebrow piercing by @pralinesims

ACCS & CLOTHES

• Top by @tomiochan [PATREON CONTENT]

• Bottom by @tomiochan [PATREON CONTENT]

• Shoes by @shoestopia

• Septum by @blahberry-pancake

• Earrings by @pralinesims

CPU CHARACTER

SKIN & BODY DETAILS

• Hair by s4simomo (use Ctrl+F, search "mohawk" and dl ones you need)

• Lips by @ddarkstonee

• Body Tattoos by @hauntedtrait

• Face tattoos by @hauntedtrait

• Milky Skin by @reticulates [LINK BROKEN]

• Athletic Body by Uadget

MAKE UP

• Liner by Jul_Haos

ACCS & CLOTHES

• Top by @bluerose-sims

• Bottom by @trillyke

• Shoes by @madlensims

• Earrings by @thisiskiro