#how the hell is coral not dead after saying this

[fisheraser]

SPLATOON 3 NINTENDO DIRECT SIDE ORDER ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING OH MY GOD

okay. analysis time

MY GIRL AAHHH SHES BACK!! okay SO. inkopolis square. but dead. its a bleached coral forest basically. there seems to be this sorta of,, electricity thing going on throughout the trailer that we can see on the lobby tower. overall looks dope as hell

WE HAVE THE FULL FIT!! FOR BOTH GENDERS!! okay first of all what are those ink tanks? sorta looks like those IV bags. same with the outfit,, the shoes sorta look like casts and the clothes look like some sort of sensory deprivation tank suit. a lot of medical vibes going on from the white color and everything. i love it

PEARL BOT! no questions about it, marina definitely made this for her (the wives :D) its interesting that pearl isn't actually there (marina isn't either, ill talk more about my theory later) but she can still talk to us through this robot. also love how marina added the sliding eyebrows to make it more expressive LMAO

i love how we can ride pearl bot as well. i think this will be an important feature, wonder if we can control her when this happens :O

okay what are these? i think the first one on the left is a mem cake, not really sure what the others are though

okay im seeing a theme of electricity and we can see in the background it sort of glitching, so i think side order might a simulation or something. the huge orb in the middle is definitely some fucked up zapfish (where you end the level im assuming), but its glitching and then a ton of the skeleton creatures come out of it

it looks like a ton of dead fish (dedf1sh...?),, we havent seen any octolings that you need to fight yet so these seem like the new enemies replacing them for side order. though i do wonder if we'll ever encounter an evil octoling (or inkling or salmonid, who knows) also are these an entire new species? or just some simulation creature

i also love how instead of ink, its the same electricity we've been seeing used to summon the weapons. this whole realms creation definitely has something to do with marina since its side order and its super technologically advanced

okay WOA numbers. definitely something marina would implement. i don't have much to say about this but yea, im loving the tech-y themes going on. it also seems like pearlbot is helping you fight these guys since she is shooting lasers at them. if she's sorta like small fry, i wonder if we will ever get to use her as a bomb, or if she is automatic

also its confirmed that the octoling is indeed agent 8! i was like 90% sure but im glad its definite

okay the biggest thing about this trailer, DEDF1SH!!!!!!!!!

"just another bystander who got sucked in." what sucked them in? my theory is that marina somehow trapped them in a simulation she made of a world thats orderly- maybe she made it after the final fest?or is this an already existing place? maybe some whirlpool was created after octo expansion and this place exists under inkopolis square?

SHE HAS A NAME!!! ACHT!!!! also i am so glad all of the fan theories were correct and she isn't evil, just still partially sanitized. i wonder if that will be a factor in the story? more dedf1sh lore?

her glasses are different! since she doesn't have the hypno shades anymore she prolly has much more awareness now since she isnt being brainwashed, though she is still sanitized- but i think the music is counteracting the effects of that since shes a dj and shes always wearing headphones

also why is her arm bandaged? what happened to her? also all this time i thought she was wearing a tshirt LMAO

i am a huge dedf1sh fan and i have quite a few theories about her, so i hope she is an important character in the story of side order and we get some backstory

ESPECIALLY ABOUT HER HISTORY WITH MARINA!! they are both djs so that probably is important, but i am really excited to learn more about them. i think marina mightve gone missing and we are looking for her too?

the color chips seem to be like, stat boosts? and also 8 started to gain color once you add them! its sorta like deep cut's colored fingers. wonder if this will be a new feature after the dlc! i loveee customization options

this seems to be the respawn animation which !?!?!? IS SO COOL!?!?!

i have no idea what this is but. oh my god. i am so excited for this. its happening.

#splatoon #side order #agent 8 #dedf1sh #pearl #marina #off the hook #IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS YOU GUYS #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #splatoon 3 #also id like to add #if agent 4 doesnt make an appearance #i will be very upset #because i am such an agent 4 enthusiast #and i want to see her again #that is all.

[starriluvs]

Only one. ———————-

-Lo’ak x reader [Fluff] -Prompt: Reader comes back injured to find a concerned Lo’ak and heartwarming moment. ————————————-

To say you felt like shit was an understatement.

Being the child of the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik of the Metkayina clan, you’d expect yourself to have a decent amount of intelligence, right? Wrong.

Both your parents were respectable people, and here you were, as the eldest child, unkempt and bruised from going out at sea right before a storm.

Whatever you’d wanted to see beyond the coral reefs had not been worth the journey. As now both you, and your ilu were battered.

Worst of all, you’d have to explain to both of your parents, that you’d tried going beyond the reef. If you weren’t dead now, you sure as hell would be soon.

Might as well get it over and done with.

You hesitantly trudged your way to your hut, wincing as you saw the dark night sky. Around you, the only sounds to be heard was the trudging of your feet against the ground.

Most were already asleep, though you knew your parents were wide awake, waiting for you to return so they could give you an earful.

Suddenly, the silence was broken. ‘Y/n!’ A voice called urgently.

You turned around, ears perked up. A shape running towards you amidst the dark. Your eyes were not suited for vision in the dark, and yet, you felt as though you knew who it was.

As they approached closer, you knew your guess was correct. The familiar silhouette and worried face told you all you needed to know.

Lo’ak came to a halt a close distance away from where you stood. The two of you faced each other, dishevelled for two different reasons.

In that moment, only the two of you existed, and suddenly all worry you’d felt was forgotten.

Looking at the boy in-front of you, you saw the concern on his face, and how he looked as though he’d run for miles.

And as Lo’ak stared at you, he noticed the small cuts and bruises littered on your body, as though you’d just gotten into a fight.

And suddenly, he engulfed you in a hug, calloused hands holding on to the back of your head. You rested your chin on his shoulder, not wanting to let go.

In that position, you felt as though nothing else but the boy you held in your arms mattered.

No words needed to be said. The comforting embrace telling enough.

‘I was so worried..’ The boy whispered. ‘When I noticed you weren’t here during the storm… I tried telling your father, but he told me that you were probably on the island somewhere…’ His voice trailed off.

You didn’t know how to respond just yet, basking in the blanketing silence. After a moment, you gathered the courage to speak.

‘You were worried about me..?’ You whispered, voice soft.

After a long embrace, Lo’ak separated from you and put his hands on your shoulders. The sudden lack of warmth made you nearly shiver. As he spoke, he looked into your eyes, nothing but sincerity held in his gaze.

‘Of course I was worried. I…care a lot about you.‘ Voice soft, his words went straight to your heart. You felt your heartbeat quicken in his presence.

Suppressing a wide smile, you responded, ‘As do I.’

..Suddenly, you frowned. You’d just remembered your parents. You’d have to leave. ..Leave this moment.

Lo’ak had noticed your change in demeanour. ‘Whats wrong?’ He pried curiously.

You sighed with regret as you walked past. Turning back to face him, you answered, ‘I just remembered my parents, they..won’t be too happy about this.’ You gestured jokingly to your body.

The boy nodded, tail drooping slightly at your departure.

Now felt like the perfect time to say it. And as you saw the stars that shined in his eyes, you knew now was your chance.

The words you had wanted to say ever since you’d taken a liking to him.

Looking into his eyes, you smiled softly, ‘I see you, Lo’ak.’ Your voice barely a whisper above the silence.

But you knew he’d heard you. From the way his tail and ears perked up, to the way his eyes widened slightly in recognition. Lo’ak attempted to fight back a smile, looking towards the ground for a moment.

Then, he’d looked at you as though there were nothing else in the world, eyes full of stars and affection. A smile gracing his lips as he spoke.

‘And I see you, y/n.’

#avatar #avatar wow #lo’ak #lo’ak x y/n #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak x reader #loak x you #lo’ak sully #lo’ak fic #lo’ak fluff #avatar fic #Spotify #avatar wow fic #avatar x reader #avatar lo’ak

[quicktosimp]

Under the Sea

Kinktober Day 19 Aonung/Rotxo

A/N: I love these boys so much 😍😭

Now has a Part 2

And thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this event together for us 💖

Warnings: Aged Up!Characters, Threesome, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Water Sex, Alien Biology, No Idea How to Tag it But It's Like the Na'vi Version of IcyHot They Use For Sex

Free diving with Aonung and Rotxo is my favorite way to spend the day. Being able to serve the clan while doing what we love with our lovers, nothing is better than that. Awa'atlu’s waters are comforting, a peace I have not found elsewhere. Now, while Rotxo and Aonung can hold their breath like pros, they still need to breathe; I get to cheat using my exopack. Down in the corals, I watch some fish swim around as I wait for my mates to return for air. A bright yellow fish with orange and blue spots circles around me several times; at first, I thought it was playful, but now I think it's sizing me up to eat me.

I glare at the fish, waiting to see what it would do. It may still be friendly, after all. Until Rotxo swims to me, pulling me away from the fish, an arrow from Aonung’s crossbow quickly lands a hit, killing the fish instantaneously. Aonung placed the fish in the basket attached to me, looking more than peeved.

‘What the hell were you thinking? That thing was going to eat you whole!’ Aonung’s sign was jerky in his haste.

‘It was friendly at first! I wasn’t sure if I was friend or food!’ I signed back as quickly as I could, trying to explain myself.

Rotxo quickly swam to my side so I could see him communicate with me, ‘Yellow body, blue and orange spots. Aonung was right; it can detach its jaws and swallow you whole.’

‘Opps?’ I sign, my face showing some remorse.

Rotxo shakes his head as Aonung rolls his eyes hard enough to see his own brain. I swim forward, placing the screen of my mask against Aonung’s face, attempting to bring my forehead to his. I wrap my arms around his neck, and I can see the start of a foul mood fading from his face and body. Aonung moves and places a kiss on my forehead before bringing out the tether rope. I hate that damn rope. It’s the one they always use when I get into things that are ‘too dangerous’ and ‘can eat you’, I think it’s bull. I pushed myself back, trying to escape, but Rotxo blocked my path, helping Aonung tie the tether rope. 

I turned to Rotxo, ‘Traitor.’

His smile was sheepish, ‘Sorry, Paskalin, but you did almost get eaten,’

Aonung turns me to look at him, signing, ‘Come on, don’t let this ruin our day. Now I get to have you all I want.’ He tried to smile sweetly, but his smirk won.

Now feeling petty, I decide that I’m going to lay there like dead weight, letting Aonung pull me along as he swims. Laying in a way that pulled against the direction he was swimming in. Rotxo found this amusing as he was right behind me, chuckling without losing any air. I blow a raspberry at him, and that causes Roxto to laugh properly, air bubbles leaving his mouth, making him need to surface for air. Aonung, confused by Rotxo’s sudden surface he, follows, glaring at me as he tows my useless body behind him. Breaching the surface was a bit unusual. I had been under the water for what had probably been hours now; the sunlight was harsh on my eyes. 

“Rotxo! Are you alright? Why the sudden surface?” Aonung asks, his frown expressing concern.

“I am fine! Paskalin made me laugh, that is all.” Rotxo explained, his boyish smile nearly as blinding as the sun. 

Rebuttling, I say, “I have to have fun somehow!” I wave my arm, splashing them.

Now, Aonung’s frown is directed toward me, with Rotxo giggling in the background, “You had your fun and nearly got eaten, and it's not like we are stopping you from having fun. If you think that, then I will return you to shore.” Aonung’s tone unforgiving.

I swam over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, “I was just having some harmless fun. I just wanted to make Rotxo laugh, and we were close to the surface. I knew there wouldn’t be a risk.” I sweetly explained. 

“You’re being a brat today,” Aonung stated, wrapping his arms around me.

“I wonder why,” I muttered under my breath, quiet enough that neither of them could hear. 

Aonung’s ear twitched at the small sound but otherwise did not react. Instead, he holds me closer. Rotxo appeared at my back, wrapping his arms around me and resting his hands on Aonung. They kiss softly, their lips never leaving each other as their tongues come into play. They softly part as Rotxo speaks, “I think it could be because she’s needy. We left the marui before giving Paskalin her morning attention.” Rotxo pauses for a moment before his eyes widen in shock, “Wait, isn’t this the time Paskalin goes through the human version of heat? Ovu- ovu-somehitng?”

Aonung goes still, his own eyes were wide, “No wonder you’re angry with us. We have neglected you as mates!”

“Wait, guys, it’s not tha-” But Rotxo cut me off.

“Well, this is the perfect place to fix that!” And his lips attached themselves to my neck.

“Oh!” I gasped, not expecting this turn of events.

Aonung chuckles, “You have the right idea.” Attaching himself to the other side of my neck.

The feeling of their warm lips on my skin and the pleasure their mouths bring is intoxicating, especially with the contrast of the cold water. And their hands wander. One is around my hip, another my thigh, one is on my waist holding me up, and a final one groped at my right breast. 

“I love you too, and I love your attention, but this isn’t-” Yet again, I am cut off.

“If Sumtsyìp still speaking this well, then we aren’t doing our jobs properly.” With that, Aonung sunk under the water. 

Rotxo moves his hands so both are on my breasts, using that hold to keep me up as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. I lean my head back and lay it against Rotxo’s shoulders.

“Aonung!” I shout as he grips my hips under the water. Sliding my bikini bottoms off, he spreads my legs and dives in. 

“Oh! Fuck!” I cry out. 

Aonung’s tongue delved into my folds, bullying it into my hole as he grinds his teeth into my clit. I try to thrust my hips, but I can't go anywhere between Aonung and Rotxo’s holds. I wrap my arms around, threading my fingers through Rotxo’s short hair, needing to ground myself on something. The onslaught of pleasure numbs my brain, my breasts are tender, and Rotxo has always known how to pleasure them perfectly. Aonung, on the other hand, I can never keep his mouth away from my cunt. The moment we’re alone, or just the three of us, he’s on his knees, and my panties are nowhere to be found. The two of them work together in tandem, playing my body like an instrument. 

“Are you feeling good, Paskalin?” Rotxo asks, nipping around my neck.

“Yes, you always make me feel good,” I moan in response.

“Have to make you feel good,” Rotxo bites at the junction of my neck and shoulder, leaving a deep purple mark.

Aonung spilled a finger in at that moment, thrusting and wiggling it as he went. I can’t help but clench around his digit, feeling as he stroked my g spot, making white spots dance in my eyes.

“Shit, that's good!” I hiss out. 

Rotxo chuckles at my reaction before continuing to make a collar of love bites on my neck. 

Aonung’s mouth and finger leave my cunt before surfacing for breath, “How was that for a start, Sumtsyìp?” He had a cocky grin on his face.

“It was good, but don’t you think Rotxo deserves a turn?” I quip, challenging him.

Rotxo moves his head back, not expecting me to bring him into this.

“That’s a good idea, Sumtsyìp.” Speaking to Rotxo, he says. “We can trade spots. I can keep this pretty pussy all for myself.” 

They quickly change spots, Aonung pressing my back against his muscular chest. While Rotxo dove under, but away from me. Before I had a chance to voice my confusion, Aonung ruts his slit into me, his cock already peeking out of his slit. 

“Fuck you’re a munch. You’re peeking just from eating me.” I moan while rubbing my ass into his slit.

“Shit!” Aonung hisses, attempting to still my hips.

“What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you want attention? My pussy is right here, ready for your attention.” I croon, rolling my body. 

“You need to be patient. I know you're needy right now, but you still need manners,” He scolded.

“Ha!” A shocked laugh leaves my lips, “Manners? Like when you went into rut while eating me out?” 

Aonung groans in exasperation, “It was the day before I was meant to start my rut. That wasn’t my fault.” 

“As I said before, you’re a mun-!” I break off into a squeal.

Rotxo had returned and thrust two fingers into me, covered in that fucking gel that feels like IcyHot. Rotxo’s pace wasn’t gentle, wiggling and maneuvering, ensuring every crevice of my insides was covered in that gel-like substance. 

“Why?” I whine, unsure if I want to move closer or farther from the offending touch. 

“You know why, Sumtsyìp. It ensures good mating and fertility.” Aonung chuckles at my plight.

“Your dicks are triple the size of a human male’s and lock into my cervix. I do not think I need any other fertility aids.” I continue to whine, the tingling of hot and cold with the rough thrusts, making me near my climax sooner than I would like. 

“Nooo! Too soon!” I moan; Rotxo’s thumb reaches my clit, smearing the gel on it, continuing the slow circles. 

“You need to cum already? Sumtsyìp, we just started; we still have a long day to go.” Aonung’s voice is smug as he holds me still for Rotxo, “Do you know why I tend to lead when it comes to sex?” His hands trail up, pinching and pulling at my nipples, while Rotxo inserted a finger from his other hand into me as well. 

“Oh Fuck!” My back arches off Aonung’s chest, as my hips cannot move. 

The stretch adds to the burn caused by the gel, the rolling and pinching of my clit, his rough thrusts bruising my walls and cervix.  

“Rotxo!” I shout, unable to hold back my voice, as my core tightens. 

“What is our tìyawn is going to make you cum? Is he bulling your hole just like I do? You always think Rotxo is the sweet one in our relationship, but the truth is I’m the one who holds him back. Whenever I hold onto his hips when he’s inside you, it's cause he just wants to go, thrust his dick inside you without any restraint. If I didn't hold him back, he’d break you.” Aonung growled as he bit my ear. 

My core is filled with heat, tempered by the sting of cold, but I can’t stop it. A flood of pleasure washes over me, waves rolling through my system as Rotxo’s fingers refuse to stop, curling and rubbing, even as I started to twitch on his hold. My legs begin to shake as I use my foot to push him Rotxo away, the pleasure too much. He slowly removes his hands, giving one last pat to my folds. I try to buck away from the touch to no avail.

“That’s our good girl,” Aonung mutters, rubbing my hips soothingly.

Rotxo breaches the surface facing me, his boyish face covered by a mischievous grin, his eyes dark, “Was that good, Yawne?”

Aonung dove under the water, holding me from underneath the waves.

“Yes, but get it off!” I beg, the tingling of hot and cold still attacking my cunt.

A dark chuckle leaves Rotxo’s mouth, “Oh, Yawne. Don’t you know? It’s going to stay on throughout our entire mating.” Lining his slit up with my cunt.

#avatar #lunaskinktober2023 #atwow #avatar way of water #kinktober #smut #aonung #aonung x y/n #aonung x you #atwow rotxo #rotxo x reader #avatar rotxo #rotxo smut #avatar kinktober #avatar smut #avatar the way of water #rotxo

[pigglyjuffs]

Okay, am I the only one over here thinking about this shit, cause I'm losing my mind over it. Time for the spinfoil hat cause I need to talk about this.

Egregore is not specifically fungus. It's a substance closely associated with death and consciousness.

Let me explain.

I got to thinking about this after a while because of The Witness's origin story and something My Name Is Byf mentioned in one of his videos. Specifically, his confusion over how Egregore can be a fungus and coral, two completely different lifeforms that function in different ways. Different, at least, in a biological manner based on the mechanisms they use.

I'm not a huge biology nerd, so I couldn't put my finger on anything until after the cutscene showcasing The Witness's origin.

Note all of the bodies lying around. This is important, because this is where the rabbit hole begins. I remember the first time going into The Sunken Pyramid and seeing these things all over the place (ignore the Caretaker for now, and focus on the crystal statues all the energy is pouring into).

These things show up all over the pyramid ships and, the first time that I saw them, I thought to myself, "These sure do look exactly like bodies." Then it clicked, these are bodies. More specifically, they're the bodies of the Witness's species. The similarities to the cutscene and what we see in-game are too uncanny to be coincidence.

How does this relate to Egregore and my declining sanity, oh boy here we go.

After the cutscene and finding out that the pyramid ships are just tech utilized and created by the Witness's species, it also got me to wondering how the hell it controls all of it. Some people might wave their hand and say that it's because it's a paracausal entity and it can do space magic. But that didn't sit right with me, so I kept thinking about it and the thought hit me.

Fungus feasts off of the dead and decaying flesh of lifeforms. More specifically, the dead and decaying flesh of CARBON-based lifeforms. After some quick searches, what do I find out about coral and how it's made?

It's made from calcium CARBONATE that attaches to rocks or other dead coral polyps and skeletons. So the connection between the Egregore fungus and the Egregore coral, it would seem, is carbon based death and the natural processes that occur thusly. So what's that got to do with the Pyramid ships, the Witness, and those statues?

What's another process that occurs to carbon when exposed to extreme heat and pressure?

If you answered crystalization, you'd be correct. All those crystalline statues that we're seeing throughout the pyramids are likely the crystalized corpses of the Witness's species and any other species it has actively destroyed through its war against the Traveler. Which explains why we hear whispers throughout them, why it has such control over the Pyramid ships, and is also probably why the thing has been alive for so long.

Now some of you might think cool, that's all there is to this.

This is a rabbit hole everyone, we're not even close to done and now we get to why I'm losing my mind. Egregore is described as having psychic properties that can stretch nigh across the universe. Much like how Strand and the Veil seem to tap into a network of consciousness and being that is unbelievably vast, if not the consciousness of the Universe itself.

Why am I going on about this? Because, after I made the connections with Egregore that I did, another question popped into my mind.

How was the Witness capable of hijacking and controlling our Ghosts?

I still don't know if I'm just crazy and drank too much of the Kool aid, or if this is legit and it was staring us in the face as far back as Shadowkeep.

I think that our Ghosts are made using Egregore.

Think about it! What's one of the main requirements to be initially endowed with Light from a Ghost?! You have to be dead.

I can go deeper with this, but I needed to share it out to people. Cause honestly, I'm freaking the fuck out over here. Please tell me I'm not crazy for this, cause it feels like my pattern recognition is going nuts over this.

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny the game #lore #theorycrafting #the witness #egregore #the darkness #the traveler #losing my mind #it makes too much sense #internally screaming

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of BL fics that feature worldbuilding. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

Happy reading!

1) Weightless | Explicit | 25332 words

Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

2) Boiling Blood Will Circulate | Explicit | 42420 words

The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

3) The Fairy Ring | Explicit | 46100 words

A medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.

4) We’ve Got the World in Our Hands | Explicit | 54964 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn's love life, though, that they don't notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

5) Just A Flicker In The Dark | Explicit | 57204 words

Louis is a struggling witch desperate to prove himself after yet another magic disaster and finds a calling in the haunted house of client Niall Horan. Things get more complicated when he’s assigned a case partner: acclaimed medium and ex-boyfriend, Harry Styles.

6) Sweet Creature | Mature | 66753 words

It’s not that Harry expected high school to be easy. He heard all the stories from his sister and he knew that he was in for four years of hell. However, he didn’t exactly expect that hell to also be populated by Angels.

7) We’ll Cast Some Light (You’ll Be Alright) | Not Rated | 74409 words

There’s a standard procedure for this. Scan, track, kill. But with a solar eclipse and a Greater Demon with unfinished business looming, the path to keeping England safe from harm becomes complicated and shadowed by mystery and secrets. For Harry and his team, times have never been harder, especially when a few old friends turned foes show up. Harry is left with just over forty days to overcome the hurdle of tension between them and reconcile their past, and figure out just what Louis is hiding from him before it’s too late.

8) Through Struggles, To The Stars | Explicit | 80582 words

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what's right.

9) To Embroider Your Waist With Corals | Explicit | 100730 words

All harpy Louis has known is the sky, all merprince Harry has known is the sea, except when they’re together.

10) Praise the Mutilated World | Explicit | 106668 words

An enemies to lovers dystopian au where Harry is an elite alpha and Louis is a rebel omega with too much to fight for. Every move made is monitored, and a fertile omega’s purpose in life is one thing: to give children to their alpha.

11) The Galaxy’s Edge | Explicit | 113921 words

In which Louis is a bounty hunter with a messed up past. Harry is a prince who just wants to prove himself. Niall and Zayn have too many things to figure out together. And Liam just wants to take care of his family.

12) The Compulsion to Find Love | Explicit | 140523 words

The most prestigious English third-level institution, Candling University, accepts omega students for the first time and Louis Tomlinson applies with bright eyes and brighter ambitions. There he encounters personal obstacles, traditional mindsets and a beautiful boy who inverts every prejudice Louis has ever known.

13) Collision | Not Rated | 226294 words

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

14) Queen Of Arizella | Mature | 277919 words

Stealing from Royalty is punishable by death.

Louis starts over, doing his best to keep his hands at his sides, but he is hungry and he tries stealing from the wrong Royal.

Harry is King of Arizella, he needs a Queen and who better than an omega on the run from death? Louis will learn to become the perfect Queen -the perfect fake Queen, but only for a few months.

A fake lover, a fake Queen, but a real bond.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #blp fic recs #blp #worldbuilding

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Sky Rojo : Quotes

"- This is what happens with her. You don't know if she's smart, very smart, or just delightfully brilliant." (Romeo - 1x08)

"- The best and worst thing about drugs is the total break from reality. What you see, feel, or enjoy is all in your damn head." (Coral - 2x01)

"- He was a textbook case of a kid from a dysfunctional family. Moisés never set boundaries for him. That's why he couldn't even tell where the joke ended and the drama began." (Narrator - 2x03)

"- That's what Romeo does. That's his power. He makes you think you owe him your life when really, he's wrecking it." (Narrator - 2x07)

"- And I'm not interested in sex, but with you I am. We'd make such a great couple. But you're such a disgusting bastard that I loathe you. Almost as much as I loathe myself. You're the deepest darkness I've ever met in my life. You're such a disgusting bastard. You have no idea how much I loathe you. It's the second time you've let me live instead of die. (Coral) - You're dead right about almost everything. I shouldn't have gotten you out of that hole. We're toxic for each other. And I'm a bastard. But you know what? I was happy being a ruthless bastard. Until I started listening to you. That was when all my problems started. Your fucking questions. Your fucking moral conscience. But that's over now." (Moisés - 2x08)

"- Sometimes getting out of a toxic relationship is impossible. Even when you know it'll cost you your life, you're so hooked that there's nothing you can do. But that day, I did it." (Narrator - 2x08)

"- That night, watching her take drugs in secret and dance alone in the middle of an empty room, I realized her life was no party. And I saw myself in her decline. We were united by a miserable life we couldn't escape. So I guess we were the two big losers. Face to face, separated by a screen. And then, along with my unstoppable desire to kill her, I felt an immense fondness towards her." (Moisés' voice-over - 3x03)

"- But what I thought was a death rattle was an anxiety attack. How could I save Coral when I was plunging into the abyss, with an anchor around my neck? Neither of us could save the other. We were two lost causes, united by despair and ice hockey." (Moisés' voice-over - 3x07)

"- Have you ever wished you were dead? If so, you'll know you can't leave it for later. Waiting to die is the biggest pain in the ass. I didn't have time for inhaling carbon monoxide all morning, for a slow death. I needed something sudden." (Moisés' voice-over - 3x07)

"- Breathe, you asshole. You're supposed to look after me. Are you alive? (Coral) - Yes." (Moisés - 3x08)

"- Remember when you said you had nothing to be proud of? This is our chance to have something." (Coral - 3x08)

"- When you're alive, you don't think you'll end up in hell, do you?" (Wendy - 3x08)

"- Has he spoken to you, girls? I told you this wasn't about forgiveness. It's life or death." (Moisés - 3x08)

"- Truth is, if feels weird saying goodbye to you. (Coral) - We still have a chance. If you forgive me. You, sober. And me, I'm going to do things right. I really am. I'm going to be a good man. (Moisés) - What you did is unforgivable. I can't forget who you are. (Coral) - What a bummer, right? (Moisés) - Truth is, I think about my future and doubt anyone will understand me. I don't think anyone could understand the hell I've been through. But you can. You can. You come from the gutter of life too. (Coral) - We were dealt a bad hand. (Moisés) - As much as it pains me, that unites us. (Coral) - To tell you the truth, I also think you're the only woman who could understand me. (Moisés) - You see? We're both pathetic. (Coral) - I'm going to see if there actually is a new life out there. If not, I'll find another pool. (Moisés) - Good luck! (Coral) - You too, Coral." (Moisés - 3x08)

#sky rojo #netflix #netflix series #netflix shoe #coral x moises #coral x moisés #coral y moises #sky rojo quotes #cía #skyrojo

[snarktocrab]

Fuck you, Rubicon! If you're dumb enough to register as a merc this weekend, you're a big enough schmuck to come to Cinder Carla's cores. Bad Deals! Cores that break down!! Dozers!!! If you think that you're gonna find a bargain at Carla's, you can kiss my ass! It's our belief that you're such a stupid motherfucker, you'll fall for this bullshit! Guaranteed! If you find a better deal, SHOVE IT UP YOUR UGLY ASS!! You heard us right, SHOVE IT UP YOUR UGLY ASS!!! Bring your mech, bring your pilot, bring your handler! We'll fuck em! That's Right! We'll fuck your handler! Because at Cinder Carla's, you're fucked six way to Sunday! Take a hike to Big Bill Hell's! Home of challenge pissing! That's right, challenge pissing! How does it work? If you can piss into a coral well straight up and not get burned, you get no repair cost. Don't wait, don't delay. Don't fuck with us, or we'll rip your nuts off! Only at Cinder Carla's: The only dealer that tells you to fuck off! Hurry up, asshole! This event ends the minute after you write us a check, and it better not bounce or you're a dead motherfucker! Say hi to the Smart Cleaner! Cinder Carla's cores: Rubicon's filthiest and exclusive home of the meanest sons of bitches against the PCA. Guaranteed!

[unchartedthelostlegacy]

How bored would Chloe be at a fancy beach resort without Nadine. After TLL when the crew adjourns till their next gig Nadine goes home, Sam goes to go lie in the gutter outside a Wingstop somewhere, and Chloe? She chooses to spend a week sunbathing.

Except she is dead inside

All she can see is people on the beach proposing to their boo and she never noticed it before. Running into the waves with their partner. Playing in the huge blob-shaped pool with their hottie. And worse, she's fighting off flirts left and right.

She never did that before.

She takes refuge from the bouncy volleyball matches and strangers checking her out from deck chairs into snorkeling excursions. Underwater, it's just her and the hidden map of coral and sea urchins. Shiny fish slithering by. But she gets water in her ears and is reminded of Nadine.

Again.

"Nadine?"

"Frazer? It's late."

"Oh," Chloe chuckles in a way she hopes won't be too obviously read as nervous. She's in her room with a prescription for ear medicine in front of her. "Sorry, love--"

"Are you being held hostage? What the hell are you calling me for?"

"N-no. No, Nadine, shit, I just forgot about--about the time difference. I'm in the Caribbean."

"Oh."

Is she annoyed? Is she disappointed?

"Right," Nadine says flatly. "You sent me the turtle photo. I forgot."

"Rude."

"You woke me up and you're calling me rude?!"

Chloe is torn between the butterflies at hearing Nadine's voice again and the regret of making the phone call.

"I missed you."

Nadine scoffs so derisively Chloe is taken aback.

"Nadine, I'm--I'm being sincere here. Fuck. Don't make this harder than it is."

Dead silence on the line.

"Nadine? You--er," Chloe swallows. "Sorry. I shouldn't have--I'll call another time--I didn't mean to--"

"You called to say you miss me?"

Now it's Chloe's turn to be silent, rubbing at the ear infection prescription's label with her thumb.

"Chloe?"

"Yes, honey. I. I guess I'm not having the fun I thought I would. That I. Er. How are things going with. With your family?"

And she hears Nadine sigh.

"A mess."

"Descriptive," Chloe says.

"It's descriptive enough. I was at dinner when I got your turtle. I would have responded otherwise."

"Then you forgot."

"It was busy. In a..." Nadine sighs again. "In a bad way."

"One day at a time, love."

Chloe murmurs it while drawing circles in her bedsheet with her finger.

"Thanks, Chloe."

"Mm? For what? Oh did you want to get back to sleep?"

Nadine chuckles in that way that makes Chloe's heart swell and tremble.

"For thinking of me."

And Chloe is brought down to earth like the Pokemon move Smack Down on a flying type. "You're all I've been thinking about since I fucking got here. You don't get to--shit. I'm sorry. I'll let you go. Get some--get some rest, love. Your--your dad will come around. Eventually, I mean. And--yeah. Byeee."

She hangs up without giving Nadine the chance to respond, her entire face now as red and burning as her ear.

#chlodine #chloe x nadine #chloedine #fanfic #uncharted #angst #chloe frazer #nadine ross #the lost legacy #uncharted: the lost legacy #clownery

[thebigshotman]

The Reunion (Part 1)

(The eyes of all four Addisons drift over to a partially obscured figure in the corner, munching on Dark Candy with a painted on smile on his face.

The smile opens to receive the candy, but doesn’t leave. He’s got clothes they don’t remember him ever wearing, cheek blush like a puppet of some kind-oh crap, is he made of plastic now?! His hair is also covered with a ridiculous amount of hair gel, but looks distinctly fake in places. And his glasses completely cover his eyes, pink on one lens and yellow on the other.

…Is this…really Spamton? The little White Addison that they once knew? Only one way to find out.

Slowly, they make their way over to him, filling the ranks at the private five person table. It’s not until he finishes the candy that he’s working on that the puppet lifts his head up.

And his head immediately glitches, an immensely surprised, anxious, yet saddened face appearing in between the pixels. He’s changed so much, yet they haven’t changed even a little. But they don’t get to actually see that face, as when the glitching stops he’s just sitting straight forward. Opaque lenses making it hard to determine if he’s looking at any of them in particular.)

*…H3Y EVERY .

(The Addisons, minus Navy, gasp at the bitcrushed corruption of his voice. Not just his body, but his delicate little voice, too?! While his colleagues are finding words, Navy is the one to take the initiative.)

*…Hello, Spamton. Or perhaps “Spaul” would be better?

*…SPAUL IS…F1NE.

(Spaul looks like he’s physically restraining himself. But Navy continues.)

*It’s lovely to see you again. Truly. It’s a shame that you’re in this strange puppet body, but…you’re a sight for sore eyes.

(Coral and Saffron nod, and so does Clem…after a delay. Great. Still, Spaul seems to loosen a little at that.)

*U GUYS 2.

*Oh, Spaul…I ran into one of your duplicates yesterday. “Skuld”, I believe. You don’t need to hide anything from us. So please…talk freely.

(…Skuld?? Really?! Geez, out of all of the other hims to meet…still, he believes the Blue Addison. Loosening up a little more, he acts on the advice Eileen gave him.)

*…SO…H0W IS EV3RY BUDDY’S [[business reports]]?? GOOD I [hopes and dreams].

(…Now this shakes up even Clem. The commercial interruptions in his voice tend to startle everyone when he first meets them, but…this particular case hurts him the most. He knew they would react like this…and yet…)

*…Our sales and businesses, you mean? Quite good, strangely enough. Moving to Castle Town was definitely a change, but…things are doing alright.

*Not as good as they were back in Cyber City, though! Probably cause there’s so many other Addisons now…

*Skuld…actually ripped off a piece of my walls, yesterday. But y’know, besides that…

(Clem doesn’t saying anything aside from a positive nod of her head. This is followed by an awkward silence, during which the Addisons don’t dare to ask him the same thing. They have no idea if that’s still a sore spot or not.)

*TH-TH-TH4T’S-S GOOD. I’M [[100% Certified]], I [meen] 1T. N0W….let’s see, what are more [[Icebreakers Cube Candies]]…

(He seems to be mentally fumbling for something, most likely another simple question to ask his former friends. He’s about to break the silence with anything, anything at all, when-)

*Spaul, enough. You don’t need to pretty this shit up for us. It’s clear that you’re messed up, and there’s a reason behind it. And that reason is where you’ve been all this while.

(Spaul makes a Windows error noise in fright from Clem suddenly speaking. Not overly aggressively, as expected, but…it still has a bite to it. The other three turn to her as she continues.)

*We’re happy you’re okay. And we mean that… “100% Certified”…too. But if you don’t tell us what the hell happened to you, that’s all we’re gonna be. So…what happened?

(The little puppet…they’re not even sure how to describe it. His glasses fuzz over into a haze of static, and they all share glances with each other. Clem in particular falls dead silent, worried that she was a bit too harsh. Figuring that he’s feeling turmoiled about whether to say what happened, the rest of them pipe up, too.)

*Yeah, come on! Tell us! Going silent like this is just making us even more worried than we already are!

*We’re Addisons. We’ll be able to figure out what you’re saying.

*Please, Spaul. We promise not to judge until you’ve finished your story.

(His body just sits there for another moment or two, now starting to genuinely unnerve them in the process. But after another moment, there’s a loud hiss of static from his voice box-startling them-and he lurches forward, head lowered.

Hands on the table, he slowly raises it back up. Meeting all of their gazes individually before sighing.)

*Ok…I’ll tell you guys. BUT N0 [[guilty or not guilty]] UNT1L I FINISH!!

#(and so it begins…) #(part 2 is coming soon!) #STORY EVENT: The Reunion #ONE WEIRD TIP-in character #NAVY-blue addison #SAFFRON-yellow addison #CORAL-pink addison #CLEM-orange addison

[deceitful-darlings]

Consider: TWST scenario where MC jokingly gets down on one knee and asks one of the dorm leaders and/or vice-leaders to marry them. Which would be flustered to hell and back? Which one would shut down and faint? Which one would light up like you just offered them all the Madol in the world and stammer yes? (I'm a Lilia simp, and I can see him play along, but also begin to plan for your disappearance. It wouldn't do for you to give out those words to anyone else, after all~)

Riddle just goes red and malfunctions for a good minute. He doesn’t deal with embarrassment well, he goes as red as his hair, before sputtering out an excuse to leave and getting out of sight of his dorm members as fast as possible. He just wasn’t prepared!

Trey would be shocked for a moment, before chuckling at your antics. He’s well aware it’s a joke, but that doesn’t stop him pointing out how trying to hold a wedding while in school can be a big task when added alongside your studying. Not to say he hasn’t already set the date for shortly after graduation. It’s not like you need to be married to enjoy a relationship. Or perhaps he should ask his family to help plan it so it can be sooner~

Leona straight up falls back asleep.

What kind of hyena would Ruggie be if he didn’t take advantage of a situation right in front of him? You’ve asked him to marry you, so why not. The wedding doesn’t need to be anything big or expensive after all, he gets you, and there are tax benefits to being married too! It’s a win win!

Azul’s freezes, while he’s got amazing business acumen he’s never interacted with someone in a romantic sense! When he finally manages to work through the panic, he realises it’s a joke from the way you’re smiling. It feels like a bit of a punch in the gut and he’s quite embarrassed because of how he reacted, but he’ll now be working clauses that are tantamount to marriage into any contracts he can get you to sign, and if not he can simply make you reliant on him and his wealth, a ring is a nice gift to give you after all!

Jade is well aware it’s a joke, and in return he’ll use his knowledge of you to turn the situation around and make you flustered. It’s far more entertaining when you’re the one embarrassed. He appears calm and collected as ever and you’re left squirming and red in the face down on one knee. But near your next break he’ll bring up how you’ve never left the campus, would you like to come with him and Floyd back to the Coral Sea this time? Their parents are dying to meet you.

Why would you ever jokingly propose to Floyd? Do you have any self preservation? No? Well, if you do, do you really need to ask what his first reaction will be? He’s going to squeeze his little shrimpy of course! They were just too cute asking that! Don’t worry, he’ll let you go by the point you’re turning blue! He gets very touchy-feely after your proposal, practically draping himself over your shoulders. He doesn’t do planning, but he’ll ask Jade to help you prepare the ceremony. Don’t think you can say no.

Kalim would probably be excited and take it 100% seriously. You proposed to him which means you return his feelings, right? Don’t worry, he’ll contact his parents right now to start planning the wedding! This boy is going to steamroll ahead with a smile no matter your reaction, you’re getting married!

Jamil doesn’t really react. He’s spent his whole life with Kalim, do you really think jokingly proposing to him is going to get a reaction. This guy is basically dead inside when it comes to being suprised by anything. He just shakes him head and moves on.

Vil looks down at you, circling you slowly refusing to let you stand. It’s awkward as you try to speak but he just shushes you. Eventually he grabs you by the chin, pulling you to your feet and tutting at you. You think you’re even in a state to joke about such things? There’s a lot of work you need to do before such words even pass your lips, though he has to commend your sheer audacity.

Rook immediately lights up, his love has asked for the deepest commitment to them through marriage! It’s a splendid moment for him! He doesn’t mind that you haven’t actually got a ring, he can choose them, or you can find them together, when you stand up because this is getting a little bit awkward, or it that just Rook, he drops to his knees. Taking your hand in his own he drops a kiss on the knuckle of your ring finger. You aren’t going to be trying to take back your words now, are you dear? Your wedding shall be a perfect encapsulation of beauty!

Idia stares at you for a solid few minutes before what you say registers and his brain short circuits. Marry? You want to marry him?! How did he reach this ending?! You can almost see smoke pouring out of his ears from how hard him brain is working trying to figure out how this happened! He’s either going to flush so hard his hair turns red and slam the door on you, or faint.

Malleus stares at you for a moment, before a soft smile graces his face. You wish to marry him, despite his position? It may be a joke to you, but you’ve started him thinking about the future. Naturally, as the Price of the Valley of Thorns, he also needs to consider him kingdom and the work that’ll need to be done to make you offer acceptable. While he’s preparing a ritual to have you turned into a fae so that you can be more accepted as queen, he is leaving books on royal etiquette and Valley politics in Ramshackle, and talking more in depth about his work and duties of the royals. He needs you to be prepared after all.

Lilia laughs at your joke, he plays along but he isn’t foolish enough to think that this is a serious proposal. He plays along for a long time, long after you even joked about it, whenever the idiot trio complain about his presence, he’ll remind them jokingly, if there’s mixed grade events, he’ll try and pull you in to his group, first joking that his future partner should work with him before appealing to your kinder nature about how they don’t have enough people. If only you knew that he was already planning and sorting for your life to be in The Valley of Thorns with him.

#yandere #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #idia shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #yandere twst #sfw #yandere male #disney twst #twst #dioscuri-helianthus

[thedudewiththedragontattoos]

Genetically Correct Pleasantview with Scripted Events CC FREE

Hey people! Welcome to my latest project - A genetically correct Pleasantview with scripted events!

When I first found out (a while ago) that the playables we all know and love in Pleasantview aren’t actually genetically related to their ancestors, it totally broke immersion for me. For some reason it really bothered me and that kept me from really getting into a playthrough of the hoods that Eaxis shipped with the game. Then I discovered this crazy cool thing that people did which involved extracting the appearances of the first ancestors from each family, and breeding them in CAS from generation to generation, eventually creating Genetically Correct versions of the sims we all know. This is where I began this exhausting journey - there was a lot of learning but I am really happy with how it turned out!

There have been a ton of various Pleasantview makeovers - all of which are super awesome! However, I was unable to find a Pleasantview that not only already had all the sims genetically correct, but still had their relationships, biographies, personalities, and most importantly, scripted events...because let’s face it - who the hell wants to start a new Pleasantview if they can’t play through the cool ass scripted events in the beginning? I know I don’t. And that’s why I made this hood.

What is this? This is a Pleasantview in which I have made all the playable sims (and their ancestors) genetically correct. It contains no cc and was built on top of a clean template Pleasantview as well. Below are pics of the premades:

More Info, pics, and download below the cut!

My main goal for this was to make the premades genetically correct while still keeping them actually recognizable. I know there are some GC versions that are totally different, and I absolutely respect that, but I still wanted to look at Daniel Pleasant and say “Yep, that’s Daniel”. 

IMPORTANT: After taking the pictures I realized the skin I use (No longer after this), which I will link below drastically whitewashes the sims. Some sims with skin 3 look super light, such as Daniel Pleasant and Jennifer Burb. They still have the correct skin, it just may appear lighter in my images. I didn’t realize this until after I made the sims and took their pictures. Also note that the eyes may look like different colors. People have said the light blue looks grey, so if you see a strange eye color on a sim it doesn’t match with, be aware it’s likely just the defaults I used. 

Notice: I used a mod, equal genetics while creating these sims. I do not claim to be anything but a simpleton when it comes to genetics, and I know that some of these sims’ genetics aren’t realistic - Like a blond and brunette having a blond kid. I don’t claim to know anything about genetics, so before you genetic purists come at me just know - I know this and don’t care.

My general notion was that if one of their ancestors had a gene, then they could too. 

With that being said, all living premades with the exception of Coral Oldie, Herb Oldie, Mortimer Goth, and Bella Goth have the same eye and hair colors as they did originally. Some ancestors or dead spouses (like Michael Bachelor and Skip Broke) have had a few changes as well. More on that at the very end, for those interested.

TLDR - General Information

I ramble, I know. The main idea is that ALL of the sims are the same exact sims as you’re used to. They all have the same personalities, zodiac signs, hobbies, jobs, aspirations, relationships, memories, etc...They just have corrected appearances. Scripted events still work, and Brandi Broke’s baby is also now going to be genetically correct and related to both her and Skip. 

A few things to note:

- I used a default skin and eyes when taking the pictures. The sims will not come with these. I used Pitstop Skinblend and Poppet Clear Eyes

- Yes, I know Michael Bachelor’s eyes aren’t right. That is fixed in the game.

- This is CC FREE!!

- Brandi’s pregnancy may be a couple hours behind

- All sims have just about the same dominant and recessive traits as they do in the original clean templates from meetme. No sim is homozygous unless intended by meetme/eaxis.

- Sims may get some wants or fears of their ancestors or dead relatives becoming zombies or resurrected, this is just because of the way I did this, their deaths are fresh in the playables minds. 

- This hood was build on a clean template Pleasantview, all ancestors and dead sims are safe to resurrect

- This was made with Ultimate Collection, so unfortunately you will need this or all packs for this to work.

- The versions without townies still include Bella Goth, Kaylynn Langerak, and Gordon King.

- When you add the subhood version with townies, you’ll notice that the townie and NPC names get randomized and aren’t their original names. Though annoying, this is normal and you will have to rename them all yourself.

Update:

It seems that some mods can break the scripted events, it was unclear exactly which mods in my folder did it. To circumvent this issue I would recommend that when you initially install and play the scripted events in the hood, take out all of your non essential mods (leave in mods like no unlink on delete, no townie regen, things that are essential) from your mods folder (just mods, cc is fine to stay in) and put it in a safe folder while you just play through the SE - then when they're done, put the mods back in. This seems like a random occurrence - as they only broke 1 out of every 5 times I tested it.

More Pics:

Link to imgur album of individual sims and all (or most) ancestors.

Link to imgur album of individual families

Download Instructions:

This comes in 4 versions:

GC Main Hood Pleasantview with Townies

GC Main Hood Pleasantview without Townies

GC Subhood (Shopping district) Pleasantview with Townies

GC Subhood (Shopping district) Pleasantview without Townies

Download the version you want. 

For Main Hoods, place the folder in the following location:

Ultimate Collection: 

Documents\EA Games\The Sims 2 Ultimate Collection\Neighborhoods

Disk Version:

Documents\EA Games\The Sims 2\Neighborhoods

For Subhoods, place the folder in the following location:

Ultimate Collection:

Program Files\Origin Games\The Sims 2 Ultimate Collection\Best of Business\EP3\TSData\Res\NeighborhoodTemplate

Disk Version:

:\Program Files\EA GAMES\The Sims 2 Open for Business\TSData\Res\NeighborhoodTemplate

Credits:

meemetotheriver for the clean templates

Carrit for the ancestral sims

Special thanks to:

Sabrina from PleasantSims discord and @isabella-goth​ for their patience and help with my idiocy throughout this project - I couldn’t have figured it out without your help specifically!!

Download:

Genetically Correct Pleasantview with Townies

Genetically Correct Pleasantview without Townies (Still includes Bella, Kaylynn, and Gordon King)

I hope you all enjoy this! As usual, let me know if you run into any issues! Tag me in pics or posts of what you do with the sims if you’d like!

Till’ next time

-Mike

P.S. Changes to premades/dead spouses:

Bella Goth - Hair changed to brown

Mortimer Goth - Hair changed to black

Coral Oldie - Hair changed to blond

Herb Oldie - Eyes changed to dark blue

Skip Broke - Eyes changed to dark blue

Michael Bachelor - Given blond hair, medium skin, and dark blue eyes

That should be the only changes to premades and/or their spouses. Some ancestors have been adjusted too!

#sims 2 #ts2 #ts2 hood #pleasantview #dwtdtpleasantviewgc #sims 2 neighborhood #ts2cc #sims 2 build #sims #simblr #the sims 2 #the sims 2 cc #the sims 2 hood #dwtdt

[ahoge-fish]

AU where Alex is a marine biologist and the Crusaders are a pod of mermen who save her from drowning and eventually befriend her. also Iggy is a seal

To the rescue!

Alexandra's team was on the boat getting ready for their last dive in that territory, checking their equipment to make sure that there wouldn't be any problems.

Their ask was to check on some corals that were under control. Easy, right?

Well, at first yes. It all went well.

They dive down to the corals, the water was pretty deep and it was even deeper where there weren't any other corals that they had to check.

Alex and her dive buddy were... not so friendly towards each other in that period. But for being young adults, they were mature and they knew that if something went wrong, they had to collab to not end up dead in the ocean.

So they made this agreement and they were all good.

Or at least that's what she thought.

They stayed under the water for a pretty long time, noting everything on their waterproof notepads. They also saw some fish swimming in that zone.

When everyone was low on air, it was time they had to go up.

Alex's dive buddy makes her a thumbs up, telling her to get on the boat.

The young woman being distracted with the wonderful world underwater didn't even notice that it was time to go. So she checked her air on her divecomputer and it was a little bit low.

But Alexandra was not done finishing her work, so she pointed at him and then made a thumbs up to tell him to go without her.

And that was her biggest mistake. It was even her buddy's mistake because instead of insisting to go up together, he just shrugged and leaved her.

Then the current started to increase. Strange, when they checked if there was to be any current they saw that the sea was supposed to be calm that day...

So after that, Alex decided to go up. She saw from afar that her teammates were doing the same, while others where already at the top doing some decompression safety stop. Near them was her dive buddy.

But when she took her last glance at the coral reef, she saw a turtle that was struggling to swim. So Alex started swimming towards it.

She saw that a fishing net was around its fin and now also around some corals, making the turtle unable to move.

The young woman took her diving knife and then started to cut first the net around the turtle's fin. She had to be very careful since the net was tightly wrapped around it. That must be feeling painful, poor guy.

After the turtle was free, it swimmed happly away and Alex waved slightly at it; putting the net in her little bag. She then looked at the coral and started carefully cutting the net from it.

In the mean time, the current started to increase by a lot, making it difficult to stay in place.

But Alex didn't want to go up after she cut all the net from the coral. It was difficult, because the current kept moving her to the side.

She tried her best not to kick with her fins on the corals under her and by doing that, she failed in remaining still.

The current increased enormously and Alex was trying her best not to go too far from the boat.

Then when she tried to swim up, she notices that it was very difficult to do so. And then she realized:

She was cought in a down current.

Water kept pushing her far and down while she tried to swim against it. It was exhausting.

She tried to keep her breath steady to not consume any more air, but it was nearly impossible since she was doing so much work with her legs and she also started to panick a bit.

She couldn't even hold her breath to avoid using more air, because doing so was very dangerous. She must continue to breath underwater no matter what.

While she was kicking hard to try going against the current, she checked her divecomputer and she was dangerously low on air.

She snapped her head towards her dive buddy that now, was very far from her. That bastard! He didn't even bother checking if his dive buddy was coming up. And she couldn't even see her other teammates!

So she understood that she had to go through this alone.

She tried to hold herself by grabbing some corals and rocks, but she kept slipping from them and also sadly breaking some of the fragile and sick corals.

She thought to put more air in her BC, but then it would've costed her some precious air. And as said before, she couldn't even hold her breath under that depth.

She then thought to put just a little bit of air in her BC and then taking off her weight belt, but even that would've been dangerous. She could've popped out from the water like a ball after you forcefully put it underwater! And she wouldn't even be able to do a decompression safety stop, causing her decompression sickness.

While she thought of that, her legs started to slow down for exhaustion and the very strong current kept dragging her far and deep from the boat; into the depht of the ocean.

She was officially panicking, favoring to the fact of her breathing faster and consuming more and more air.

She checked one more time her dive computer and saw that the tank was almost empty.

Tears of fear started creating in her eyes. She was starting to feel dizzy from the panicking and the exhaustion.

When her head started spinning, she thought 'fuck it' and decided to put some air in her BC. With the little air that remained, she took one last short breath and put the rest in her BC.

This situation was extremely dangerous.

Her vision started to black out when she tried to reach for her weight belt.

Before she could've even do it, all of her strenght leaved her body and all she saw was black.

She let the current dragging her far and deep.

It was the end for her. She fucked up really bad this time, but no one could've scold her after hearing from her this absurd story.

Because dead men tell no tales. (See what I did there? R e f e r e n c e)

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Alexandra had still her eyes closed, but she felt weird. Like she was out of the water and she felt... warm?

Is this what the afterlife was like? Weird and warm?

Alex then tried to process if she was standing up in front of the heaven's door or laying on the ground. Or perhaps... sand?

She even heard the waves crushing on the shore. So she felt warm, sand under her hands and waves. Huh. Heaven must take in your favourite place to go apparently.

She then heared some voices, but she couldn't understand what they were saying. Maybe they were the angles.

Alex's vision slowly went from black to red, due to the light passing through her eyelids. She squeezed them and managed to move her head a little.

Then she heard like something was dragged on the sand, and then heard a voice saying something.

Alex heard some other dragging on the sand and other noises coming towards her, before slowly opening her eyes, regretting instantly doing so for the strong light.

Before shutting them again, she saw some strange figures towering on her. Damn those angels were massive.

She fluttered again her eyes open, weakly bringing her hand towards her face to rubbing one of them.

When she finally decided to give them a better look, that's when she realized that maybe those weren't angels.

They were mermans.

She widened her eyes and slowly moved from a laying position to a sitting one. But she then started coughing.

While she was doing that, the red-headed merman patted her back to help her cough out all of the water.

In the mean time, the others speaked to her telling their names and what happened.

There was even a seal!

And those mermans where huge. Like, okay she had a little body in the first place, but damn these guys were big.

They told Alex that they saw her sinking to the bottom, so they picked her up and brought her there.

They didn't brought her to her crew, because it was too risky for them, but hey at least she was alive!

She was alive...

At the thought, Alex started crying from happiness. The silver-haired merman named Polnareff approached her and hugged her.

But then she asked why they saved her. The older merman simply said that they saw how she treated the marine life in these days that she was here. She was so kind a gentle. Man that day she even risked her life for saving that turtle and remove the fishing net from the corals!

They understood that she was part of that little slice of "good humans", so letting her die when they could've saved her seemed a waste.

She thought that no one deserved to die, especially in a scary way that she experienced. But at least she was glad that she was still alive.

They asked her what happened, and even if she doubted that they knew how the diving gear worked, she told them anyways about what she experienced.

But then it clicked: where the hell was she and how she'll get home? The mermans at that reassured her that she wasn't so far from the land lived by people.

Of course her crew would've be panicking, but they couldn't go dive again and search for her that same day. Following that, they might've have thought that she was dead or that the strong current brought her away.

Either way, someone had to search for her. But how much time could've that take? Maybe tomorrow she'll be home? Will it take some days, weeks? Will they even find her? Would her crew even report that she was missing?

The young woman started to worry and she slighty breathed heavier than before. The ravenette merman named Jotaro noticed that and said to her to stop worring. He reminded her that they weren't so far from land, so sooner or later someone that fished in that zone would've spotted her and helped her.

Polnareff then suggested to take her directly where the other humans lived, but the dark skinned merman named Abdul responded saying that it was too dangerous; he then said that waiting was the best option. He finally said that they could've helped her by bringing her food while she waited for someone to come and rescue her.

After some other arguments, they sticked up to Jotaro and Abdul's plan.

Since Alex started her dive early in the morning, it was just late afternoon in that moment. The sun was close to setting, but it was still there making light and making warmth.

And since it was hot, she decided to take off her wetsuit and to remain just in her bikini. Polnareff was immediately fascinated by her smooth legs, and so he started being his flirty self; making the other sigh and laugh.

Their time together on that island passed with talking, laughing and knowing eachother. All good memories.

She slept on the sand and even if she told the mermans that she will be alright during the night, they insisted on taking turns to stay with her while she rested and recovered.

The next evening, fortunately, Alex was rescued and brought to her crew.

The young woman and her dive buddy made peace with eachother and they promised to not make any other mistakes in the future.

But it wasn't a goodbye for Alex and the mermans, since they promised to see eachother again.

And as it said, it happened.

★★★★

Idk about you guys, but the draw that I've made + knowing that they looking at Alex layed on the sand kinda reminds me of this photo

And I've said everything. Have a good day >;)

#I feel meh about how this turned out #I mean it's decent but I think that it could've been better #also it passed too much time since this ask was sent #so sorry about the late responde! #I-don't-know-how-to-call-it #jjba au #jjba sdc #jjba oc #mermaid au #alexandra parker #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #noriaki kakyoin #muhammad abdul #jean pierre polnareff #jjba iggy

[choco-exe]

the one where tsukishima and sakusa go too far with teasing their crush

anonymous asks:  Hiiiiii I LOVE ur writing, and I was wondering if I could request the haikyuu boys (whoever u think fits best) who constantly tease (borderline insult) their crush, who one day just breaks down from their harsh words and say to them something along the lines of “why do you hate me?”, and how the the haikyuu boys react to that. If possible, end with something fluffy 🥺? (Like a confession) TYSMMM ❤️❤️

a/n: hello! aww im glad you do :D wait i just realized you said to have the boys react to their crush saying why do you hate me- fuuuuu- ahem please forgive me for not reading the ask correctly ;w; i hope you still enjoy, nevertheless! and why did i write these long-

tw: mentions of self hate, kind of toxic behavior from sakusa

𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 . . .  🖉

  ☾ he’s gonna be meaner the more he likes you   ☾ like if he’s only realized he developed a crush on you, he’d treat you the same, but if it’s been weeks and you haven’t picked up the hint, he’s gonna be treating you like trash   ☾ you find him staring down at you with a dead eye stare   ☾ “what’s up, kei?” “you’re so short you look like a toddler” “..i’m the average height for a high schooler though-”   ☾ his comments about your height never got to you, but then he started to target other regions of yourself   ☾ like he’d give a rude remark about a low score you got on the quiz, or how you always look dead inside well he isn’t wrong   ☾ whenever he said something negative about you, you just shot back a counter and brushed it off   ☾ after a month of this going on, though, his words started to sting a bit   ☾ “hey kei-” “can’t you stay quiet for one second? it’s like you blab out words every chance you get”   ☾ imagine your surprise, since it was unusual of him to comment about you talking   ☾ and one of your biggest insecurities is being annoying to others; you knew you tend to ramble about things, and a nagging voice in the back of your mind was always telling you about how people around you would get fed up with it   ☾ did tsukki mean to say it like that? of course not; he was meaning to have a bit of humor in his statement   ☾ he just said it in such an annoyed tone and way that it made it seem like he was bothered by you talking   ☾ “..sorry, kei. my mind wandered for a bit..”   ☾ you figured that he just had a bad day, and you were over it after a full night of sleep i could really use that   ☾ the voice inside your head grew louder, however, and tsukishima’s comments didn’t help at all   ☾ “stop bothering me about the homework; cant you see i’m busy? ugh, fine, take my notes if you’re that stupid-”   ☾ “if you want attention, listen to this playlist. it should satisfy your longing for voices; i need to study for a test now”   ☾ it got to the point where your mind was yelling at you about being a nuisance, and the final piece you needed to break just so happened to be during a practice match..

“You did great, blocking them all, Tsukki!” You exclaimed, flashing him a grin as you pass him his water bottle and towel. In all honesty, you were forcing your smile so hard, it began to hurt your jaw. “I could’ve blocked better if someone wasn’t screaming the whole time,” the middle blocker said, wiping sweat off his forehead. You had been passing out water bottles to the other players, but you stopped dead in your tracks when his words hit your ears. “Y/N-chan..?” Shimizu asked worriedly, eyeing your expression that Tsukishima couldn’t see. The said blonde took off his goggled to switch them out with his regular glasses. “It was just a practice match; getting hyped up wasn’t exactly the brightest idea your mind conjured up.” Putting his glasses on after wiping the lenses, he looked down at you to see your tear ducts brimming with your sadness. “..huh..?” You touched your face as a tear slid down your cheek. The other club members looked at you in concern. “Ah- don’t worry, everyone..” You wave your hands frantically as Daichi and Sugawara stare disapprovingly at Tsukishima. “It’s nothing to worry about. I’m just gonna.. step outside for a bit.” You forced another smile out onto your face, then quickly scampered out of the gym. The silence was so thick, you could slice it with a sword. Four-Eyes clearly didn’t expect you to be that emotional over his statement, as his face was filled with a small mixture of concern and confusion. He ran after you, shoving his things in his hands to Yamaguchi and leaving the rest of the team shocked into standing still. You had fled to a nearby bench, where you collapsed onto and shoved your face into your hands, desperately trying to stop your tears from shedding. How stupid, you thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Look what you did; you made the team worry about you, and they’re all going to resent you the moment they find out the reason behind your crying. “Y/N.” Jolted out of your thoughts, you looked up to find Tsukishima staring down at you with an unreadable expression. Almost immediately, your face became flooded with streams of tears. You quickly looked down at your lap, fidgeting with your hands. “I-I’m sorry for talking so much, Tsukki, I’ll try to keep my thoughts to myself-” “Shut up, Y/N.” He interrupted. You sighed and calmed your breathing. “This is what I’m talking about, Tsukishima.” You muttered, putting your face in your hands once again. “I’m just a pest to everyone; anyone I encounter will automatically hate me-” “Stop insulting yourself, dammit.” The middle blocker clenched his fists in anger. “You aren’t a nuisance, and you most definitely aren’t one to be hated on- I know I can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but did it really affect you that much-” You slowly took your face out of your hands to see the blonde crouching, staring up at you. “'Did it really affect you that much?’ What do you think?! God, it really seems like you don’t consider my feelings at all, Tsukishima! I’ve been suspecting that you hate me, but why-?!” Said boy quickly clasped your hands in his, surprising you greatly. His usual expressionless face was morphed into one in a slight panic. “It’s because I like you, idiot!” Taking a moment to process his words, your whole face flushed a scarlet-red. “What?” The tips of Tsukishima’s ears were dusted with a soft coral-pink hue. “You heard me. I won’t repeat myself.” He averted his eyes from yours, squeezing your hands in nervousness. “I-” You were internally melting inside; who would’ve thought the salty beanpole would like someone like you? “But you would always push me to the side! Telling me you were busy and such!” Tsukishima stared at you like you were the biggest dumbass in the world. “I gave you my notes because I knew you didn’t have the energy to take them in class, and the playlist was a collection of songs I thought would suit you. Are you that dense?” “Who are you calling dense?!” You replied hastily. “And for your information, I haven’t given you my answer yet! Let go of my hands, and I’ll tell you, okay?” The middle blocker leaned in close to your face with his dead eye gaze. “It’s an agreement or disagreement, Y/N. What is your response?” You leaned back into the bench, but Tsukishima followed with your movements. “Um- I-” Your words crossed with each other, the lack of personal space making your head spin. “Yes?” Satisfied, the lamppost removed his hands from yours and flicked your forehead. “Simple as that, shortcake. If you want to freeze to death outside, that’s fine by me.” He began to walk back to the gym. “Wha- I’m not short!” You exclaimed, running after the four-eyes. “Also, I’m not the one who’s been sweating profusely for the past hour, so speak for yourself!” Tsukishima gently smiled as he heard you rapidly firing back at his comment. Looks like she’s back to her usual self. 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚊 . . .  🖉

  ✤ obviously he’s gonna be commenting about your hygiene 24/7   ✤ the fact that he’s developed a crush on you doesn’t help, either; it means that you should be extra clean if he were to date you   ✤ and of course he has to remind you almost every hour of the day; whether it be by text or in person   ✤ now, you didn’t mind him checking up on you every couple of days, but every hour??   ✤ you’re convinced that sakusa has had some sort of trauma in the past, fighting with germs ever since he was a child okay not really.. unless?   ✤ he doesn’t even do this to the other people he’s acquainted with; you’ve asked koromi about it, and he says sakusa just sprays him with holy water a disinfecting solution    ✤ now you’re confused as to why you’re getting special treatment from him, when you two aren’t as close as him and his cousin   ✤ so you personally went to his class to ask him about it   ✤ “hey kiyoomi, why do you remind me to be clean every hour that you’re awake?” “because you shouldn’t have a single germ on you.” “but it’s literally the same message every time; at least make it seem more interesting” “cleaning yourself should be simple, not complicated”   ✤ you got fed up with it as another week went by, which is understandable, since this clean freak was spamming your phone hour after hour without missing a single text   ✤ the fact that sakusa was willing to put effort into reminding you about your hygiene was kind of sweet, but the same message every. single. damn. time. was annoying you like hell   ✤ and when you tell him to stop and that you already know how to get rid of germs, he gave you a disgusted look   ✤ this had to be one of the most nasty expressions he had ever made, because you stood paralyzed to the floor   ✤ “i have been reminding you for your own good, y/n. why don’t you just appreciate what i do for you, instead of complain about it?”   ✤ your mouth stayed shut, your tongue feeling as though it was glued to the top of your mouth   ✤ “don’t mention anything like this again”   ✤ you meekly nodded, and he strolled out the classroom   ✤ the moment he was gone, you collapsed onto the floor out of fear, shivering as you replayed the scene again and again in your head   ✤ the main question that circled your head was: why was he acting so controlling?   ✤ the night after, you texted sakusa, and asked him to meet up with you at your favorite spot   ✤ surprisingly, he complied. and you were waiting for awhile by the time he got there..

“Sakusa, hi!” You greeted your friend with a small but warm smile. The ace frowned; it was unlike you to call him by his last name. In fact, it had been months since you’ve said his name with such coldness in your voice. “..why did you call me out here?” He questioned in a low tone. Your eyes grew dark as you thought about what to say to him. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday. I feel as though we need to.” Sakusa’s own eyes narrowed as you spoke each word. “Are you still going to complain about my reminders to you?” Shaking your head, you stared at your feet while hugging your arms to your chest. “Of course not, I heard what you told me to do. I just.. wanted to know why you got so angry, is all.” The jet-black haired boy stared down at you, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to remember what specifically happened the day before. “I don’t know what you’re remembering, Y/N, but I wasn’t angry in the slightest. Are you sure you aren’t thinking of another memory of yours?” Your head snaps up when he said that he wasn’t angry. “Yes, I’m very sure.” You firmly say. “Maybe you don’t think you seemed angry, but you were downright furious. It was.. kind of terrifying.” “Are you saying I was out of control yesterday?” “No, just..” You subconsciously hugged your arms tighter to your body, trying to make yourself as small as possible. “..intimidating.” Sakusa tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. You found him intimidating? Just from a little conversation that happened because of you’re questioning ways? “I’m tired, and I’m sure you are, too,” you continued, not catching on that your friend was becoming annoyed with your talking. “Which is why I want to end this quickly. Sakusa, I have a life, too. As much as I appreciate what you do for me, I can take care of myself without your help-” “You’re repeating the same words you stated yesterday, just in different phrasing.” The germaphobe harshly cut in. “I said this once, but I will say it again, for your sake. I am doing this for your own good-” “-and I know what’s good for me and what isn’t, Sakusa!” You exclaimed, your arms no longer crossed. “I can make my own decisions! I’m not some dumb little kid you have to look after-” “Y/N-” “-so just drop this already! It doesn’t help anyone; it doesn’t help me, it doesn’t help you-” “Y/N.” Sakusa lost all patience. He towered over you, his hands clenched tightly into fists. You slightly shrink at his actions, your arms up in defense. The ace didn’t seem to notice your fear as he took a step forward. “You are crawling with so many germs, I can practically see them all over you. You are in no condition to be deciding on your hygiene, when you can’t even rid of the many dirt particles covering your skin.” He took another step forward, and you step back, unsure of what to do. Sakusa broke out of his anger when he heard a slight sob leave your lips. “Why do you hate me so much, Sakusa?!” You asked, pain laced into your voice. “I’m perfectly capable of not being dirty, can’t you see?! Why can’t you just leave me alone-” You used your sleeves to start wiping the tears away, although they doubled to replace the ones you removed. The ace hesitantly enveloped you in a hug, making you break down even more. “Sakusa- no- you’re gonna get germs on you-” You stammered, resisting the temptation to bury your face into his chest. “..I made you cry. I need to pay the consequences.” Said boy murmured, rubbing shapes onto your back. You continued to cry for a good 5 minutes, before slowly pushing him away. “..thank you.” You sniffled. “I know consequences has nothing to do with that. Why did you-?” “I like you, Y/N.” He cut you off, making your eyes widen. “The reason why I’d been constantly reminding you to wash up is because I thought I should date someone who was clean to the touch. That was wrong of me, so very wrong. I apologize, and it’s fine if you reject-” You shut him up with a kiss to his mask. “Are you traumatized yet?” You asked, trying to crack a smile. “That’s my revenge from yesterday.” Sakusa blinked multiple times before realizing what you did. “..I guess I deserved that. So is that a yes..?” You broke out into a beautiful, radiant smile this time, the moonlight making you glow even more than you already were. “Of course, Kiyoomi!”

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drive safe (m) || bbh x reader

title: drive safe pairing: baekhyun x reader genre: brothersbestfriend!au, chanyeol!olderbrother, romance warnings: slight rated 18+ scene, but it’s short and poorly written  words: 12.4k prompt: simply put, you’ve been crushing on your brother’s best friend for the longest time but he hasn’t seen you in a while... and you’ve grown.  notes: needed something different to write :) please enjoy... i did another brother’s best friend au bc i just love baekhyun in that kind of au lmao... I FINALLY UPLOADED!!!

He was heavily intoxicating. From the whiff of the cologne he wears to the way his lips look, so tempting and plump, all the way to the sweet melodic laugh that escapes from his throat, hand on his toned chest to contain himself.

This man was beautiful—correction— is beautiful, and has always been since you’ve laid your eyes on him.

You recall those days staying in the living room until the late hours of the night; coffee table filled with loose papers and opened textbooks to cram in for your exams, room lacking a desk for you to work on. Your brother would trail into your home once the street lights turn on, friends joining him occasionally, none capturing your attention until you met him one night.

Mocha eyes that sparkled under the dim lights at the front steps, caramel hair that looked so unbelievably soft, that you had to restrain yourself down from asking him to just let you run your fingers through those locks. Jawline chiseled, cheekbones high, and ears flushing coral when he gets embarrassed—he was just breathtakingly beautiful. And when he leans over to see what you’re currently engrossed in, supple cheeks raising as high as the sky from his smile, teeth pearly white and exposed, his gentle voice hypnotizes you to the point that you almost miss when he says his name.

“I’m Byun Baekhyun.” How the hell is he so pretty? “You must be Chanyeol’s little sister.”

Your Cloud 9 experience disappears at the sound of your brother’s name. It’s like he loves to burst the bubble of any type of happiness your way. He never fails to ruin things for you.

Then again, that was back when you were 16 and he was 22. He was in college, finishing up the remaining time he had left while you were just a mere high school student—not to mention that you were also his best friend’s little sister. This time, you’re 22 and he’s the 28 year old, finished college with a career outlined for him and you’re the one trying to finish up the last year.

So when Baekhyun stands at the threshold of your parent’s house behind Chanyeol, mouth agape at the mere sight of you, he’s in complete shock at how much you’ve grown and changed in the past years. To say the least, he hasn’t seen much of you around since you turned 18... and well, he was regretting missing the glow up.

“Why are you looking at my sister like that?” Chanyeol hisses, pushing his friend’s chest back with a finger. “You act like you’ve never seen her before.” Baekhyun can only shake his head from his thoughts, clearing his throat. “I haven’t seen her since she left for college.”

A hum from you fills the air, grasping the attention of the two males. “I’ve been back every holiday, not my fault you haven’t been around.”

Turning on your heel, you make your way past them, slipping into a pair of random sandals at the front door before greeting the rest of your family members that begin to trickle in for the annual family dinner. Every year is dreadful, but this year got interesting just from Baekhyun’s attendance.

He was every high school girl’s wet dream.

And at the same time, dream boyfriend.

He’s cute yet he’s got this aura around him that just makes him so... sexy. You recall having high school friends over during those younger years and when Baekhyun and Chanyeol would walk through the front doors, your friends would drool at the sight of the boys. You couldn’t really agree on the Chanyeol portion of that (obviously), but your saliva would run rivers length long at the appearance of Baekhyun.

What was even worse was that both your brother and dad were horrible at teaching you how to drive. This was after you’ve concluded that you had a crush on Baekhyun, and Chanyeol suggests to your parents to hire Baekhyun to teach you how to drive a car.

“Dad, you and I both know that we’re way too short-tempered to teach her. Why not hire Baek?”

“I don’t see why not.” He nods in agreement, glancing over at your mom for approval, but she’s already so giddy over the moon from the sound of his name. “Of course! My second son teaching my daughter? Why would I have any issues with that? I’ll pay him, don’t worry.”

You want to die. “Why can’t you teach me, mom? We don’t really want to bother Baek and pressure him to teach me, right?”

“Actually,” Chanyeol grins; you swear every time he does it’s mischievous with a sinful plan hidden underneath. “Baekhyun is rather quite the angel and offered himself when I brought this situation to him. He doesn’t even want to get paid for it, I just offered.” Are you kidding me? Of course. Chanyeol wants you dead.

You think you actually die when you’re sitting in Baekhyun’s car in the middle of an abandoned supermarket’s parking lot. The two of you. No sign of Chanyeol anywhere, and it’s the first time you wished that your brother were there.

“Yeol isn’t coming?”

“No,” Baekhyun frowns, pulling the seatbelt over his body and locking it in; you mimic his actions to save yourself from getting lectured by the boy of your dreams. “He said he was either going to die from your driving or high blood pressure.” You exhale a heavy breath. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Afraid of being alone with me or something, little Park?”

“Uh, no.” You lie. “Can I start?”

“Sure, show me what you know.” Pressing a foot on the brakes, you push the key into the ignition and the car roars at the start. “Are you sure you trust me driving in your car? Isn’t this girl your baby?” There’s an afterthought of Baekhyun getting this car; almost begging Chanyeol everyday to go by the second-hand car dealership to admire this beauty—well that is if you consider a 2002 Lexus SC430 with the once jet black paint chipping off a beauty, then you’d be able to relate.

He nods, licking his chapped lips from the breeze that enters in before letting out a soft sigh. “She is, so... be careful, little Park, and drive safe. I trust you to drive her. I don’t even allow Yeol to let alone touch her, so consider yourself special.” Special. Can he not say such things while you’re already anxious about being in his presence, let alone his car!

Baekhyun teaches you to drive. Another great quality he has to add to the list from that occurrence: patience. He’s the one who opened the doors exiting out of your childhood in two ways: learning how to drive and learning what it feels like to like someone. It’s the first time you’re alone with him and you’ll never forget it. It only solidified your feelings for him.

And so when you’re ready to pick up your friends for the night that you first get your license, borrowing your brother’s car, your heart swells and bursts out of your chest when he approaches your window before you pull out of the driveway. Resting his arm on the door, joy tugs on the edges of his lips. “Drive safe, will you, little Park? I know I taught you well, but I still want you home safe and sound.”

Baekhyun might be the actual cause of your death.

“So, I heard you’re in for engineering? You’re finishing up your last year, aren’t you?” 

You hum against the glass that’s pressed onto your lips, drinking in the cold water to cool yourself from the sweltering heat. Summer was supposed to be over now, but since you’re in the off-season, the weather was currently in its moods, switching on and off like a middle aged woman dealing with menopause.

Popping your lips after releasing the cup, you nod. “Finally going to grab my degree and get to do what I actually want to be doing.” You want to be out of this conversation with this... woman; you’re not even sure who she was and what relation she had to your family. A cousin, maybe? An aunt? What do you even refer to her as?

“Wow, amazing!” She exclaims as she clasps her hands together abruptly that it startles you. “My son would be a perfect match for you, he’s handsome, young...” Her voice starts to drift off at the same time that your eyes do, skimming to find your brother’s right hand man, and with your luck, his gaze is locked on yours.

He’s been watching you the entire time. 

Baekhyun’s got a red solo cup in a hand, body leaning against the white plastic fence that perimeters your deck, hair pushed back to reveal his effortlessly beautiful forehead, and just the view of the first couple buttons of his shirt let loose, you felt your knees buckle. He bites his bottom lip in light of gaining your attention— one he’s been trying to snatch the entire afternoon. He’s standing besides Chanyeol, as expected since he is his guest, but they hang almost joined at the hip and just the thought of it makes you want to roll your eyes. But when his stare locks into yours and he mouths, “come over,” you’re immediately complying with his demands.

“I’m sorry,” You interrupt the strange woman, turning to face her. “Aren’t we related? Are you trying to set me up with your son... who potentially is my cousin?” 

“Oh no! I’m just a family friend; your aunt invited me over!” With that, it only results in you clicking your tongue in disappointment, bowing to the woman apologetically. This was a waste of time. “I’m sorry, I’m not interested in being set up. Now, if you would excuse me...”

She’s probably shocked, from what you can tell on the little smirk and chuckle coming from Baekhyun as you make your way toward him, arm reaching out for a side hug. “My little Park, all grown up, aren’t you?”

“Well, I’m not sixteen anymore, so possibly.” You joke.

Talking to Baekhyun felt effortless. Almost as though he wasn’t that same guy you knew when you were growing up. The crush that had looked so out of reach, too cool and attractive for you indeed seemed like he was on the same level. Bantering came easy and there were more things in common between the two of you than you previously assumed. As if this entire time… you were surrounding him with an image of what you thought he was but it wasn’t solely who he had been.

“Ah, so you agree. You think you’re handsome.”

“Are you trying to quote a ‘Mean Girls’ line on me?” He asks, eyes squinting in your direction coltishly. Raising both your hands up in feigned defeat, you tug your lips into a straight line. “Oh, you caught me, copyright police. But I believe I merely paraphrased the movie.” He lifts his brows at you skeptically, arms crossed against his chest. “Paraphrased?”

“I’m sure that the line goes like ‘so you agree, you think you’re really pretty.’“

“Maybe not me, but I think you’re pretty.” Baekhyun grins cheekily. It’s not exactly a smooth line, you admit, but anything coming from Baekhyun inflates your heart, reminiscing the old high school feelings that stirred. “Mm, cute. But not exactly slick, Baek. Slimy, possibly.”

He seethes in disagreement. “Oh, little Park, I’ll have you know that I am not slimy; I am very much a gentleman.”

“Some gentlemen have a slimy side of them.” You clarify with a tilt of your head.

“I can assure you that I am not slimy but rather smooth and creamy.”

You grimace. “I’m not sure this conversation is going into the right direction.” Pausing for a moment, you cluster the fortitude to belatedly ask: “So, why haven’t you been around for the holidays like you used to? My mom missed having you around during the holidays.”

Baekhyun purses his lips, taking in a deep breath before speaking up. “Honestly, I’ve always had a girlfriend during the holidays. Otherwise I would’ve been over. Unfortunately, those four years that I haven’t been at your house meant four different girlfriend’s family homes that I’ve been to instead of yours.” Of course, Baekhyun couldn’t be without a girl on his arm. Just look at him!

“Mmm,” You buzz in a judging tone that sharpens his focus on you. “Disappointing. Anyways,” Jumping on the tips of your toes, you lean over to peek into his cup. “Whatcha got in there, Baek?”

“Wanna smell?” He brings the cup closer to your face, underneath your nose as your face twists at the strong scent of alcohol. “What the hell is that?”

He lets out a laugh at your expression. “Its just beer—“

“—that is definitely not just beer. What did you put in that?” Baekhyun brings the drink neighboring your nostrils again. “It’s IPA, sometimes they have weird smells to it. Sometimes it even smells like weed.”

You take a second glance at him, hesitant about trying this peculiar drink. You’ve had beer before— hell, you’d had tons of types of alcohol before, but you can safely say that IPA beer isn’t one of them. The liquid hits your tongue, barely any if you’re being completely honest, and you pull away. “Eugh,”

“Eugh?” Baekhyun imitates your reaction. “You don’t like?”

“Not exactly.” You frown, stepping back from the drink in his hand. “How do you even drink that? It’s such an acquired taste to enjoy it.”

“I guess I had a lot of different kinds of alcohol while I was in University, but IPA wasn’t one of them so I gave it a shot. Kinda like them now, not what we’re usually used to.”

“You make yourself sound like you’re old.” And with that, he taps your nose with the tip of his index finger. “And I am old. In comparison to you, little Park.” 

That’s when it hits. Baekhyun can be sweet, kind, flirtatious, but one thing he can’t be is someone who could ever reciprocate feelings for you. Even if you’ve grown out of those braces, awkward puberty stages, and now an adult woman who is somewhat confident in your body— Byun Baekhyun will always see you as one thing only— Little Park, Park Chanyeol’s kid sister.

“Right,” You respond quickly, distancing yourself from him a bit and Baekhyun feels the atmosphere shift. “I think my dad needs me to help him handle the grill.”

“Chanyeol’s over there.” Baekhyun retorts back as abruptly. “Are you okay? Is it something I said?” 

“No.” You reply, prepared to turn away and say your goodbyes to the older male, but his hand grasps onto your wrist, causing you to wrinkle your brows in confusion. “Baek?”

“Talk to me. What did I say? I like talking to you and it’d be nice to keep this conversation going.” You tilt your head in perplexity. “Okay. That’s great and all but I’ve had a raging crush on you since I was like sixteen. I’m kind of over this whole thing and I’m ready to keep you as my brother’s best friend that I had a crush on when I was entering the early stages of puberty—”

“Wait, you liked me?”

A look of incredulity spreads on your face. “You didn’t know?” He shakes his head slowly, gaze trailing to the concrete ground as if he’s trying to replay the history of your relationship, attempting to find the hints smeared throughout the years. “Well, I did, and if I’m being honest, you’re great and everything, but I don’t think I can muster enough courage to build a friendship with you if I still have these somewhat lingering feelings.”

Seconds before you’re escaping his hold, his grip tightens. “I didn’t know.” He reiterates your words, eyes finally meeting yours. “Why didn’t you tell me? And why are you telling me this now? And at your family reunion at that?”

“I... don’t know.” You shrug, body language signaling that you’d stay and his hand on your loosens. “I guess I’m tired of being called little Park and seen as Yeol’s baby sister when I’ve been pining over this unrequited love.”

“You can’t even say that when I didn’t even know you liked me.”

“Oh, come on, Baek,” Groaning, your shoulders dropping in exhaustion from this entire conversation. “You’re the epitome of every girl’s first crush. Not to mention that you get along with my family. Pretty much the easiest formation of a perfect guy for a girl who was just finally realizing how cute guys were.”

Baekhyun scrunches up his nose, placing his drink down on the table beside him. “You never made it obvious.”

“Oh please, I was very obvious. Even Chanyeol probably knew about it.”

“Don’t say that, I really didn’t know! I’m sure your brother doesn’t either.” Eventually, you’re able to step far back enough that he can’t hold you back anymore. “It’s fine, Baek, I totally get it. Enjoy your night here? I’m going to socialize a bit more—I mean help my dad with the grill. Whichever one first, uh, you get the gist.”

“Oh, wow, your son is... actually pretty good looking.” You’re back in this discussion with the same strange woman before, but this time with your blood-related aunt who was the one to convince the lady to talk to you in the first place. She’s skimming through pictures she has saved of him, yet again trying to persuade into talking to her lovely son. He’s cute, you admit. He’s a year younger but that wasn’t going to turn you away. His mom, however, is coming off a bit too strong and your aunt was trying her best to pull her back.

“See? I told you! I invited him to come join us tonight, maybe you’d catch him here!” The woman claps her hands together excitedly, over the moon that you’d agreed to her perspective. “Speaking of my lovely boy, there he is!” 

And right when you face the direction she points, you see him—sun-kissed skin with his hair gelled back, tall as a skyscraper with the longest legs ever—this guy was built like a God. His eyes skim the room, but before they can meet with his mother’s, he spots someone approaching him and a smile tugs on the edges of his lips.

“Baekhyun, I didn’t know you knew this family?” 

Of course he knows Baek.

They’re exchanging a handshake, and you’re flaring your nostrils because how small is this world? Regardless, you’re not going to let Baekhyun ruin your day. No way.

“Park Chanyeol’s my friend,” He responds, placing a hand in his pocket. “And you’re here for?”

“My mom is here, she asked me to come. Son duties, you know the drill.” The younger male shakes at his own statement before giving Baekhyun a pat on the shoulder. “I’ll catch up with you later. She wants me to meet some girl she thought was cute, so we’ll see how that goes. See you in a bit?”

Baekhyun nods in confirmation, letting him go and as he watches his figure make his way through the crowd, that’s when he notices something. You’re standing next to a middle-aged woman—and is... is Lucas walking toward you?

“Hey mom,” The towering man smiles, giving his mom a hug. “I’m here as you asked. I’m assuming this lovely lady...” The lady introduces you to her son, and he extends his hand. “I’m Lucas.”

Baekhyun is pissed. If you saw his expression right now, the smoke coming out his ears would’ve been conspicuous.

Lucas isn’t... the smartest guy you’ve ever met but at least he’s sweet and kind?

Momma’s boy, a big one at that and you find it charming that he’s so loving and caring towards his mother. A great son... however, as a boyfriend, you can already guess what the bigger fights were going to be about.

“So my mom tells me that you’re almost done school, how’s that going for you?” The two of you have migrated over to one of the picnic tables in the backyard, old and wooden yet still surprisingly structurally strong enough to hold the weight of multiple people... and thankfully without his mom. Least she knows when to leave you alone.

“Going good, I can’t wait to get it over with and start working. School is dreadful.”

“Oh, yeah, I know that much. That’s why I didn’t go to college.” No college, not a bad thing, you think to yourself. After all, it’s what you make out of it, right? “Instead, I chose the modeling path.” What. Well, it made sense. Lucas is the equivalent to a God in looks, and you were starting to wish you were exaggerating. Probably another red flag if you guys started dating—he’s too pretty for his own good and girls would probably be crawling at his feet and your level of jealousy can’t handle that.

“Modeling? That’s impressive! How’s it going for you?”

“Slow this season. But it’ll pick up eventually. I’m only twenty-one anyways. College was never for me so I figured anything else would be better. My mom always told me that I was handsome, so why not put what I already have to use, you know?” Other than the fact you wanted to correct him and tell him that twenty-one is actually peak age for modeling, you wanted to laugh a bit because he was convinced to chase after this specific goal solely from the compliments of his mother, his biggest fan who happens to be blinded by love. Either way, Lucas was lucky he was cute enough to be a model or this conversation would’ve been embarrassing.

“If you like it, go for it. I don’t see a problem with it.” A gust of wind blows in your direction and it makes you shiver.

He smiles. “I like that. Not a lot of people agree with the whole modeling thing. Even my ‘mentor’ kind of blows off the idea and pressures me to go to college to find a ‘real’ career.”

“Mentor, huh? Has he considered giving you trade school as an option?”

“And get my hands dirty? No way. These hands were made for modeling, not being someone’s plumber and playing with pipes.” An image forms in your head— Lucas... as a plumber? Oh... that’s... kind of hot. His voice interrupts your thoughts in the end, and you want to frown until you see someone approaching. “Speaking of my mentor... have you met Baekhyun?”

Baekhyun is standing at the end of the table; although he seems nice toward Lucas, you can feel the cold air coming from him. “We’ve met.” He says, words short and sharp. “Known her since she was a high school student.”

“Oh, nice, were you also her mentor, hyung?”

“What?” Baekhyun responds, the space on his forehead crinkles. “No I wasn’t her mentor, I’m a friend of her brother’s,” slightly annoyed by Lucas’ question. You can’t seem to place a finger on why he would be so... discomposed. “Have you applied to those colleges I sent to you, by the way?”

“Hyung, I told you that college wasn’t for me. I don’t get why you’re pushing me so hard.”

“Lucas, you’re not going to be young forever. What are you going to do when you’re 40? Be in those Viagra commercials? Advertisements where the elderly have ‘fallen and can’t get up’? Be realistic here.”

It’s Lucas’ turn to be upset, and rightfully so. “Hyung, you’re embarrassing me in front of my new friend. Who— by the way, is very supportive of my endeavors.” Baekhyun scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief and disapproval. “Supportive? Actually, give us a moment, Luc, I have to speak with her privately.” Grabbing onto your wrist, he tugs you from your seat, and you whimper at the aggressiveness. 

“What the hell! Baek, let go, your grip is tight.” 

Taking you inside the house, he walks through the hallways while dragging you when he sees the familiar door that leads to your bedroom, shoving it open before shutting it after the two of you are inside. He lets go of his grip. “Explain.”

You sneer at his demand. “Explain what? I didn’t do anything. You should be explaining because you dragged me here.”

“Just thirty minutes before, you profess your feelings for me and then you’re talking to some guy? What the hell is that?” You jaw tightens but you want to retain your emotions since his were spilling. There was never a good outcome if two people that were butting heads are acting upon only feelings.

So you walk over to your closet, sliding the doors open in search of a sweater but this only makes him infuriated. “Answer me— why are you looking through your closet while we’re having a conversation?” Snatching a hoodie off the hanger, you pull it over your head. “I’m cold. And you’re the one who is having a conversation. Well, not really a conversation, more like you’re lecturing me.”

“I am not lecturing you. I’m trying to read you and you’re not making it any easier for me.”

“What are you reading me for?” With the hood over your head with the end of your dress peeking out of the oversized fabric, he thinks you’re cute like this and he can’t help himself. Lunging toward you, his hands cup your cheeks and before you know it, his lips are pressed yours.

Baekhyun is kissing you.

Byun Baekhyun, your brother’s right hand man, your parents favorite non-blood related child, is kissing you. He has to force himself to pull away; he never thought that your lips would be so soft, and how right it felt in that moment.

Your fingers reach up to touch your lips and you’re left speechless for a moment before the words erupts from your mouth. “Did you just kiss me?” He’s just as dumbfounded as you are because all he does is nod in return. “Why’d you do that?”

“Look, I don’t know if I have the same exact feelings for you like you do for me but seeing you with Lucas in that way... pissed me off. I didn’t like it.” Baekhyun looks troubled because he’s letting his hands run through his chocolate locks that were styled previously. “But I think I like you. I never really thought anything of it until you said something... but maybe we can give this a try?”

You squint your eyes at him. “Baekhyun, this isn’t something you just ‘try.’ I don’t want to be lead on. You can’t just say that you ‘think’ you like me and walk in like you own me or something.”

“At least give me a chance to make this work. Obviously something happened back there because I was ticked off enough to embarrass my mentee in front of you.” He sighs, dropping his body onto your made childhood bed. “Poor kid.”

“Eh, he’ll be fine. He needs something anyway. I heard he lives in his mother’s basement, which is fine I guess, but despite not going to college, he has debt?” Baekhyun glares at you from underneath his long luscious lashes, but it’s light and he’s not upset anymore. “Don’t make fun of my mentee, I’m supposed to guide him!”

“Do better.” You retort before plopping your body beside him on your bed, laying down flat on the covers. “I’ll give you a chance. But we can’t tell Chanyeol. If it doesn’t work out, then it’s a secret and he doesn’t have to worry. If it leads to more... let’s just wait ‘til that time comes and we can figure something out.” 

You can’t see him from where you are, but the sound of his voice is a dead giveaway that he’s smiling at your words. “I like the sound of that.”

“Aw, look at that, my best friend and my kid sister. Where were you guys?” Chanyeol looks a bit tipsy with his hooded eyes and crooked smile, but he’s only spilling elation when he slips in his socks and into the arms of Baekhyun when the two of you exit your room. 

“Uh, I wanted to move my desk and Baek offered to help.” Yeah. That’s a good excuse. 

“Mm, could’ve always asked me. But of course, Baekhyun here is an angel and loves to help out my family. Wouldn’t it be amazing if he was our brother?” The expression on your face cringes in disgust, the thought of Baekhyun being your brother and it’s like he reads your mind when he catches Chanyeol stumbling in his arms, pulling the taller male up. “You don’t want me as your brother, Yeol, that’s weird. Maybe I’ll date my way into your family,” He jokes, and you mouth ‘too soon!’ in his direction as he gives an unapologetic shrug shared with a smile.

“Who... her?” Chanyeol points to you with his chin, brows crinkles but releases with a laugh. “No way, man. She’s not even your type.”

“She can be my type.” The expression on Baekhyun’s face was pained, attempting to hold him up. “Little Park is pretty.”

“Mm, but she’s the serious type and you’ve had probably ten ‘serious’ girlfriends in the past four years!” He exclaims as you’re guiding the two of them toward Chanyeol’s bedroom, swinging open the door. “Little Park hasn’t even brought a boyfriend home.... heh, mom thinks she can’t get a boyfriend.”

You hiss. “That’s not true.” Chanyeol sticks his tongue out at you and you get a hit of vodka coming from his breath. “I think it’s true.” He sings, dropping his large frame onto the bed, eyes heavy. “Little Park needs a real boyfriend, Baek, not a fling!” Minutes later of Baekhyun trading Chanyeol’s jeans out with sweatpants, the two of you slowly close his door and heave out a weight breath.

“That was exhausting. He does this every year; it’s like my family is purposefully trying to get him to drunk to make me suffer.”

“Sorry,” Baekhyun mutters, hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans. “I should’ve been there to help you.” You wave him off, shaking your head in disagreement. “He’s my brother, it’s my responsibility.” Just when you’re about to walk away, he tugs on the hem of your shirt before you turn with a raised brow.

“You’re not... upset about what he said, are you?”

“About what?”

“About me. Having flings, never really having a serious girlfriend. About you, never bringing anyone home.”

You shrug. “I never wanted to bring anyone home in the first place. Doesn’t really matter to me.” Baekhyun chews on his bottom lip anxiously, fiddling with the fabric between his fingers. “I hope I can be that for you eventually.”

“Be what?”

“The one you want to bring home.”

Naeun is your best friend, biggest supporter, and also the most brutally honest person you’ve ever met. It’s in her DNA to be this way and although sometimes her candidness can hurt, you know she means well. So when you tell her about your Baekhyun escapades, her jaw is dropped down to the floor in awe.

“You’re kidding.”

“I am nothing but forthright.”

She smiles, tilting her head back in skepticism. “... No, you’re definitely playing me. There is no way he said that he likes you. There’s no way.” You pout. “Is it that hard to believe that a guy like him finds me attractive? Jesus, Naeun, hurt my feelings why don’t ya.”

“Girl, I’m just saying. He’s too hot and too much of a fuck boy... so him wanting to risk his relationship with his best friend to go after her sister... unless...” Her thoughts trail off for a moment before she comes back. “... Nah, never mind. There’s just no way. There’s a catch to this, I’m going to find it.”

“There’s absolutely no catch.”

“I’m just saying baby girl, watch out.” She’s leaning back on a wooden chair in your room that you had borrowed from the dining room set, swaying on the two legs dangerously. “Girls get their hearts broken because of him. And it’s because he’s such a nice boy about it that it makes them feel bad. Isn’t that crazy? What power he holds.”

“You’re giving him way too much power just from this conversation we’re having. Naeun, if you believe that he has that much hanging over all of us, then you’re enabling him to do so!”

“So you agree... you think he’s a playboy with a lot of power.”

“Naeun!” You holler, rolling your eyes at your friend. “He’s nothing but a guy that I like. We keep talking about him as if he’s this being that’s better than all of us when in actuality, he’s just a really nice guy.”

Naeun scoffs. “Who is really fucking hot, by the way. Don’t forget that.” She stands up and makes her way toward your closet, slinging the doors wide open. “Which means you should probably update your wardrobe too. You think a guy like Baek wants to date someone in hoodies and sweatpants all the time?” You purse your lips at your friend. “Don’t make me feel insecure about this, he already told me he likes me.”

“Okay, but what about the competition? Aren’t there girls lining up for him?” There’s silence for a moment, indicating that you’re almost lured into her trap before she sings your name. “Come on, wouldn’t you want to try looking cute for him?”

“I try!”

“Did you meet him today?” She asks. “Yes?” You respond questioningly. Why?”

“And you were wearing that?” Naeun gestures your attire. As mentioned before, just like your entire closet, you’re dressed in black hoodie and sweatpants. At least they matched, right? She grabs your hand and pulls you up. “You said you guys were going to meet tonight again, so let’s get you ready for that!”

If meeting Baekhyun required getting ready 3 hours in advance, you don’t know if you can date him anymore.

As planned, Baekhyun is parked at the end of the block waiting for you, shooting a text in your direction to let you know that he’s here. Slipping your phone into your bag, you heave out a heavy sigh of how tight this skirt that Naeun forced you into. “I thought I looked fine earlier,” you grumble to yourself before adjusting your blouse and snatching a jacket from the coat rack.

Attempting to sneak out of your house without gaining Chanyeol’s attention was hard. He couldn’t help being nosey. It was in his nature.

“Whoa, looking smokin’ hot for who?” Chanyeol exclaims with his arms crossed in front of your bedroom door. You groan loudly. “Can you please just leave and get out of my way? I’m trying to go out.”

Chanyeol looks astonished. “And with who? I’ve never seen you dressed like this before.” You push a strand of hair that gets caught in your makeup. “Honestly, I don’t know either. Naeun made me look like this.”

“You’re probably going to scare the guy away before you even get him.” You frown. “Let me figure that out tonight. So if you would excuse me—“ Aggressively shoving your brother aside with your hidden Hulk strength, he slams into the wall and winces as you made a run for it.

You want to cry. You felt ridiculous, and Chanyeol’s comment only made it worse. Walking up to Baekhyun’s car, you see him leaned against the hood of his car, skimming through something on his phone. He looks amazing in dark slacks and jet-black sweater tucked in them. He lifts his head to see you, jaw dropping in shock. Your legs were out for the world to see, shirt low enough for a glimpse of your cleavage and he can only gulp and clear his throat before stuttering on his words. “Whoa—I—“

You respond with a moan. “Do I look ridiculous? Naeun came over earlier and forced me to dress prettier, and Chanyeol stopped me before leaving the house and said I looked crazy. Please tell me which one it is so I can go back and do something about it.”

Baekhyun laughs. He laughs as if the situation you’re in is funny. “I think you��re always pretty. You just look even prettier today.” You chew on your bottom lip anxiously, shoulders dropping in doubt. “Are you sure? We haven’t even started the date yet and I feel like I ruined it.” He only shakes his head with a soft smile, walking over to the passenger door to open it for you.

 When he’s sitting in the car beside you, he swears his throat closes up when your skirt hikes up in your seat. Warding off the sinful thoughts of you, he starts the ignition of the car, letting the engine warm up for a bit before driving off. The last time you’d been in this car was when he was teaching you how to drive; weekend after weekend, while just you and Baekhyun in this worn down Lexus, he stole your heart bit by bit. You never thought you’d find yourself in this situation again; somehow you were the one stealing his.

“Where are we going?”

“Dinner. I heard there was this really great Italian place they opened downtown. Maybe we can get dessert after?” He glances over at you to see your reaction, only regretting because you so pretty with the sunset behind you.

“That sounds good.” You grin.

That night, the dinner itself wasn’t the most amazing thing you’ve ever had, but the talks you had with Baekhyun were. There wasn’t a dull moment with him, he had stories to share that made you laugh until you’re almost choking on the pasta and by the time dinner was over, you were just glad that there was still dessert to look forward to.

“This place looks new.” You say, eyes sparkling with the countless of options listed on the menu mounted above. “There’s so many to choose from.” Baekhyun notes that although your eyes seem youthful and the smile plastered on your face supported that, everything about you wasn’t the same anymore. How’d he miss out on this for so many years?

You wave your hand in front of his face. “Baek, you good? Have you decided what you like?” He lets out a nervous chuckle, nodding his head. “Uh, yeah. Grab me the strawberry on a cone, will you?”

He slides his card to pay before you could even stop him, frowning when you hand him his cone as the two of you exit the shop. “I could’ve paid, you know.”

“I don’t really trust anyone who gets mint chocolate chip… so…”

“Oh, so you don’t. What’s wrong with mint?”

“Do you like eating toothpaste or something?” You slap his arm, and he winces, remembering that although you were small in comparison to him, your strength was impeccable. “Oh—shit, I’m sorry, Baek.”

“I forgot how strong you were. Do you lift or something?” His face contorts in pain, but he’s not in that much pain. “No, although, now that you mention it, I should probably get into it since I know I’d be so good.” Baekhyun winces. “How am I ever going to stand next to you? I’ll be living in fear all the time.”

“Speaking of, I heard you finally moved out of your parents place.” Licking your ice cream, Baekhyun has to look away or else these thoughts would creep up again. “I have. Want to come over after this? We can squeeze in a movie, and I borrowed something from Chanyeol the other day, so I can drop it off when I take you home.”

Bent over, reaching for the controller underneath the coffee table, Baekhyun swallows. His gaze drifts off to the ceiling, praying that you wouldn’t notice the boner he’s supporting right now. When did you grow up? He has to shake off the dirty things he’s imagining you doing right now.

“Here.” You slap the controller in the palm of his hand before adjusting your top. “Are you comfortable? Do you wanna borrow some of my clothes?” Lips jutting into a pout, you want to tell Baekhyung, yes, hell the fuck yes I want to wear your clothes and get out of this brutally uncomfortable skirt, but the words don’t leave you mouth and he can only smile. It’s like he reads your mind because he stands from the couch and enters into his room. Seconds later, he has a pair of sweats and a hoodie for you. Your favorite dynamic duo.

You’re barely 1/4th through the movie, Baekhyun’s arm around you with your head cuddled against his chest while wearing his clothes that smelled so good, smelled like him. This amount of comfort was never evident with any of your previous relationships, but something about Baekhyun made everything feel okay. Turning your head to look over at him, he’s breathing soundlessly as if he’s asleep, but his attention is all diverted to the television. His jawline looked tempting, skin smooth and soft, you bring your lips to kiss the bone.

He chuckles at the action, eyes down to meet with yours. “Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” He presses a chaste kiss on your lips before giving you one last look of confirmation. Crashing his lips onto yours, you welcomed him inside with your tongues knotting and sliding past one another, you hum against him. It sent a warmth feeling down your center and you wanted know if he felt it too. Pushing the blanket off your frame, you climb over his lap, swinging a leg over before pressing yourself down on him, his hands slowly making his way to your waist, hesitating as if he’s asking for permission. Hands forcing on his in invitation, he complies, pulling you close to his body.

He lets go of your lips, a lewd smack from your kiss separating. He’s panting like he’s just run a marathon, heart racing to the point that he’s afraid you can hear it. There’s a rush in him, excitement pumping through his veins and he’s never felt this before. You felt too much like home to him, and this was just the first date, how was he supposed to survive any more if you had him wrapped around his finger like this?

“I don’t want to go any further if you don’t want to. It’s our first date—Is it too soon?” He says, his voice meek and faint, the total opposite of how he usually is around you. Afraid he’d mess it up, afraid that everything that happened today wouldn’t happen again if he didn’t do it right.

“Please take me. I want you, Baek, I really do. I’ve been waiting for this since I met you when I was sixteen.” You sounded desperate, cheeks flushed in embarrassment of how intoxicated you were from his kisses. “Don’t make it sound like that, I’m sorry I made you wait this long.” He whispers before leaning back into the kiss, palm rubbing your hip soothingly before you begin to grind on him. The sight of you in his clothes brought the blood rushing straight into his pants that were starting to be uncomfortably tight.

Baekhyun made you feel like a princess that night—sprawled on his bed, arms wrapped around his neck while he peppered kisses constantly on your damp forehead, skins slapping as the headboard of the bed bangs against the wall. Soughing sweet nothings into your ears, nibbling on your lobes to help you reach your high, a hand reaching down to toy with your clit before your toes are curling, fingers digging into his shoulders while your climax was approaching. He had you in a trance, fully blissed out, and before you know it, you’re cumming, letting out your final moans and cries. It drag must’ve felt nice, because his hips are stuttering, losing it’s rhythm until he stills, long spurts of his cum splattering you walls.

He falls over, pulling you close and nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, gifting you a quick kiss on your sweaty skin. “Stay for the night?” You nod.

You end up staying more nights with him.

Your presence meant more to Baekhyun than you ever knew. Those rough days where he’s at the office, he loves coming back to his apartment, seeing you in his dark home with only the kitchen light illuminating on the granite island with your books spread out with your notes and music blasting from your computer. There were some nights where he’d be home late hours and you’re snuggled in blankets on the couch, the only brightness in the room is from the television, shining on your face in multiple colors with you completely engrossed with what’s playing. It was his favorite part of the day, the thing he looked forward to the most.

The night he knew that he couldn’t ever let you go was when he came home just in time because you were taking out a tray of something from the oven, apron wrapped around your frame with a surprised expression on your face. “Oh, you’re back?” You sound shocked, mostly because you told him you wouldn’t be here tonight but yet… there you were.

“Not that I don’t love having you around, but I thought you said you weren’t coming over today?” Baekhyun asks, dropping his jacket on one of the dining room chairs. “And what are you making?”

You scrunch up your nose. “Honestly, sorry baby, I wanted to use your oven. Then I felt bad for using your oven without telling you, so I baked you banana bread as well. Then I lost track of time and I’m supposed to deliver these cupcakes to Naeun for her lacrosse team bake sale tomorrow.” Baekhyun chortles in amusement, wrapping his arms around you from behind before pecking your lips. “All good, baby.”

He doesn’t even care that you came to his house without a warning. He’s glad you’re there—Baekhyun had the expectation that you weren’t going to be there that night, so the drive home was dreadful, but just catching you in the act of using his oven… nothing made him happier. He’s not letting you go.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You hiss, eyes darting at him. Pausing from stuffing your personal belongings into your duffle bag, regret washes over how much stuff you’ve accumulated here. His place had too much of your things and having this fight alone was bringing in a lot of realizations. How could you get comfortable so easily?

Baekhyun sighs, fingers running through those locks that you had always dreamed of having your own in, but at this state, you’re fuming with anger. “You’re only twenty-two and my best friend’s little sister. There’s so much to life you haven’t seen yet... I don’t think you’re mature enough for me.”

“I’m not mature enough for you?” Shaking your head, you continue to fill your bag. “Ridiculous. I’m twenty-two, Baekhyun, not sixteen. Need I remind you that you also wanted this? I’m also not the one talking to other women while you’re with me— with me! You said you liked me. But the entire time, you had someone in the back burner, ready to replace me when it’s time.”

He says your name with another exasperated breath, feeling speechless. He doesn’t get to feel frustrated, you think to yourself, not today, not in this situation. “I do like you. More than you think, actually. But do you ever think of what Chanyeol is going to say or how he’d react if he knew? I’m feeling guilty, extremely guilty. You’re not just his sister, but you’re his little sister, which means a lot more. He’s getting suspicious of me sneaking around with some girl he hasn’t heard about yet.”

You’re fuming. Little sister this, little sister that. Every conversation with Baekhyun always seemed to lead to that topic—how young you were, and how experienced he’d been in comparison. “Who fucking cares? He’s my brother, he doesn’t get a say in my relationships. And who is he to you that he can decide yours?”

“He’s my best friend, one that’s been around for me almost forever. I can’t just go behind his back and date his sister, let alone sleep with her.”

“Then let’s not make it complicated any more. I’m leaving.”

He freezes. Why’s he suddenly so shocked? He was watching you pack your bags seconds ago, yet it’s like reality only struck him in that moment. Baekhyun reaches to grasp onto your wrist and you push back. “Wait, you’re not actually leaving, are you?”

“What do you expect me to do? Stay? After the way you spoke to me? What about when you called me ignorant and inexperienced? Too young for you? Should I list more things why you can’t be with me and for some reason you want me to still stay?”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that,” He says, stuttering in his words. “I still have feelings for you, nonetheless.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, Baekhyun.” You pull from his hold, slinging the bag over your shoulder before storming out his apartment. “I have some pride and dignity. I can’t just stay with someone who looks and speaks of me so condescendingly.” He doesn’t stop following you though, door left open as he chases you down the flight of stairs. 

“Drive safe,” He says softly, watching your figure make way to your car that parks outside of the apartment complex, heart clenching at the sight of you walk away. “Please text me when you get home.”

“As if,” You scoff, aggressively opening the door. “Don’t expect to hear from me anymore, Baekhyun.”

He’s like every other guy you’ve ever dated, have ever been with. This guy—the one who you’ve always put on a pedestal and admired— wasn’t just a guy anymore, but rather any other one you’ve ever dated. He’d stolen your heart in your early years but in actuality, Byun Baekhyun was like any other boy. Disappointing and sleazy.

Respect and admiration, the two main characteristics you looked for in a man, and the one that you thought had them, didn’t end up having them. Tears were welling up into your eyes as you’re driving; sleeves too long that they cover your hands on the wheel, and you want nothing more than just to speed past these cars on the highway.

But you knew better than to let your emotions run wild. Yet the tears just don’t stop falling.

Age. Age was just a number. There were so many people that were the same age as you without the equivalent amount of experience as you held. Whether if it were more or less, the main point was evident: age didn’t matter. It’s what Baekhyun felt was a constant need to remind you when things weren’t working out or when it got tough. It had been frustrating. Maybe it was a good thing to have left. After all, what would it have been like if you had to tell your brother?

There’s constant dinging coming from your bag, and once the traffic begins to build up, you take your attention away for a brief moment to check it.

10 Missed Calls. 30 New Messages.

All from Baekhyun.

There’s an urge within you to want to call him back but you know better. If you heard his sweet, soothing voice over the phone, you’d unconsciously turn your car around and drive directly back to his apartment. It’s how it always was.

But from now on, it was different. You can’t put Baekhyun on a pedestal anymore, you can’t put him as this picture perfect guy for you. He wasn’t— he was human, and that was okay for you, more than just okay, but he proved at that very moment that maybe you weren’t right for him.

Another blind date.

You’ve been on countless of blind dates since you officially announced to your family that the guy you’ve been seeing wasn’t... well, you weren’t seeing him anymore. Because of this, your mom thinks that you’re bitter and lonely, fearing that you’ll never find someone. “You’re only twenty-two and can’t even keep a man? We have to start early while we still have time!” 

Luckily, Chanyeol tried backing you out of this one but there’s no argument against your mother. So he suggests doing the matching. You pray he’s not trying to get back at you for stealing the last yogurt cup in the fridge back in 2011.

Getting into your ‘lucky’ signature black mini dress was a bit harder than usual— you want to blame it on the relationship weight gain but you admit that your healthy habits have been lacking. After sucking in a deeper breath, the dress finally zips. Smoothing out the crevasses on the skirt of your attire, you give yourself a last check in the mirror before giving yourself a grin and a thumbs up. “OK, I got this.”

The door bell rings; assuming it’s your date, you quickly slide open your closet doors to find your heels until a familiar laugh perks up your ears. It’s none other than Baekhyun.

“You... look like you were standing by the door waiting for someone and I’m pretty sure I made this a surprise visit.” Peering out into the hallway, you can see his figure standing at the door frame, dressed in a hoodie, ripped jeans, and a trench coat... why does he make it so hard to hate him?

Chanyeol shakes his head, standing aside for his friend to enter. “Jongin is supposed to be here sometime soon.”

“Oh, you made plans with him?”

“Nah, setting him up with my sister. I’m free for the rest of the night. You tryna hang?” Baekhyun gives Chanyeol a dazed look of bewilderment. “You’re... setting up your sister with Kim Jongin?” He nods with his lips pursed, confident with his response that his friend seems to question uncertainly. “Yeah. My mom has been on her case lately about having a boyfriend since apparently the guy she was seeing dumped her. She thinks that little Park has some personality issues and it’s going to take some time before she meets someone. I figured I’d give her an easy date, at least Jongin isn’t a dick like the past few guys.”

Baekhyun feels queasy. Were you really moving on that quickly? It was barely a week since he’d last seen you and the visual of you walking away that night haunted his days. “How long ago since it’s been since she and the guy broke up? Couldn’t have been that long, right? Why are you guys already setting her up on dates so soon?”

Chanyeol shrugs his shoulders. “Not sure. Why’s it matter anyway? Jongin is a nice guy anyway and could use some stability in his life.”

“That guy rides a motorcycle and races almost every weekend. You think he’s good for your sister?” His tone spilled in flabbergast. “You don’t think he’s going to influence her?”

“She’s an adult, she can handle herself. I highly doubt he would be influencing her though, pretty sure she would more than likely be influencing him.” Baekhyun can agree to that— after all, he’d fallen victim to that. But he didn’t like the idea of you being with someone else and he definitely wasn’t a fan of seeing you look pretty for a guy like Jongin. “Well, what if I took her out on a date?” He suggests.

Chanyeol can only let out a laugh, leading Baekhyun into the living room. “Yeah right, don’t kid around, Baek. My mom is strict about her looking for suitors; we’re looking for serious inquiries only.”

The doorbell finally rings. “Oh! I think it’s for me— I’ll get it!” Baekhyun’s head pivots to see you rushing out of your room, slipping into your heels the last second with a black leather jacket folded over your arm. He feels the breath stolen from his lungs. 

“Oh. Hey Baekhyun,” You say, a weak smile upon your lips. “I got the door.” 

Standing at the door with a loose dress shirt tucked in his slacks, with a couple buttons undone; Jongin’s sun-kissed tan skin is exposed from underneath, hair slicked back in gel with a bright grin on his face. “Hey, pretty.” Voice deep and smooth, goosebumps appearing on your arms. “Hi.” 

“Jongin.” He startles you from behind, bumping you aside before giving his friend a handshake. “Taking little Park out? Per Chanyeol’s request?” Jongin only nods, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. “Yes, but... I did it willingly. After all, look how beautiful she looks.” Baekhyun snaps his fingers to regain his attention. “Where are you taking her?”

“Surprise.” He says nonchalantly, noting Baekhyun’s sudden possessiveness. “Where’s Yeol? Told him I’d say my goodbyes before I take her out tonight.” Saved by the presence of Chanyeol, you finally let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Despite the height difference, Baekhyun was attempting to size up Jongin, although lacking a bit from the towering younger male. “Whoa, what’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” They both say in unison, but Chanyeol only chuckles at the sight of his two friends. “Well, thanks for doing this for me Jongin, I’m sure you made both mine and my sister’s night a little easier.”

“Well, drive safe when you go.” Baekhyun says through his gritted teeth. Words that were once so affectionate and caring now had a different meaning behind them.

Standing by the door with his arms crossed on his chest, Baekhyun scowls while Chanyeol leans against the frame. Jongin hands over to you the spare helmet on the backseat of his motorcycle (which by the way... hot) before hopping on. Settling comfortably behind him, he lifts up his arms and although Baekhyun can’t hear what Jongin’s saying, he already knows the words. Wrap your arms around me so you don’t fall off. Right on cue because your arms snake around his frame, gripping on as tight as Baekhyun’s jaw clenches.

The restaurant he takes you to is way out of your comfort zone.

There was a comment here and there from Chanyeol that Jongin was from old money, however there wasn’t much brought up after that. Where he brings you on your first date is evident of this; it’s lavishly decorated, dark lighting with a candle that illuminates just the table, freshly picked flowers from their own garden, linen tablecloths and napkins, and to top it off, a classical band plays in the corner. 

“Wow... after telling me to hop onto the back of your motorcycle, I really didn’t expect you to take me here.” He lets out a low snicker, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “A beautiful woman like you deserves a luxurious date as this.”

Jongin is a gentleman. He pulls out your chair for you, opens the car door for you, and when there’s goosebumps on your arm and you shiver at the cool air blowing down at you, he’s observant enough without you saying and asks the waiter to turn off the air.

“Baekhyun Hyung seems like have a thing for you, doesn’t he?”Jongin asks, picking up his knife to saw his steak. “I saw how... protective he was of you.”

“Eh, just an instinct. He and my brother are close, so I’m sure it rubbed off.” You lie. It’s easier to lie.

Jongin isn’t convinced. “No, I’m pretty sure he was giving me daggers with his eyes. Like... boyfriend daggers. As if I was stealing his girl or something.” 

“I’m not really anyone’s to claim,” You say, fork pushing your pasta around. This conversation wasn’t fun and you weren’t in the mood to be in it. After all, you were at this date because Baekhyun didn’t want to be yours in the first place. “Hence why we’re on this date, right? There’s no Baekhyun.”

But for the rest of the night, Jongin doesn’t let it go. He keeps bringing it up, as if Baekhyun is now his competitor and they’re both fighting for a mate. 

You call it a night. Saying that you might’ve eaten something bad during lunch and it wasn’t sitting well in your stomach. So much for an easy date.

“You look... really stressed out dude. Maybe we should go out for drinks tonight or something.” Chanyeol suggests, stirring the sugar in his iced coffee with the plastic straw. “What’s up with you?”

He can’t get you out of his mind. He can’t go to bars, clubs, restaurants... pretty much anywhere; he can’t go anywhere because everything reminds him of you. Baekhyun only agrees to meet up with Chanyeol because he doesn’t want to seem any more suspicious, but it seems that showing up didn’t do much of a difference either.

“Can I ask you something? And you not be mad about it?” Baekhyun blurts, leaning forward in his seat with his arms against the table.

“Uh, sure.” Chanyeol responds, brows furrowed in confusion. “I guess I can’t really control my anger if you’re asking something ridiculous, but shoot.”

“No, I really need you to not be upset about it.”

“... Uh, okay, then I guess continue.”

Baekhyun takes in a deep breath and exhales, so deep that it takes him a while to recover in order to continue the conversation. “I... Would be upset if I told you that I might have feelings for your sister?”

Chanyeol raises a brow. “... Do you really? You’re not joking, right? Because that’s some sick joke—”

“No? At least, I don’t think I am.” Baekhyun says quickly, shaking his head. “Just... can you stop setting her up with these other guys?” His best friend takes a sip of his drink, cringing at the taste before opening the lid to pour more sugar into it. “Okay, I won’t anymore. So what are you going to do now?”

“You— you’re not mad about it?”

Taking a sip of the coffee, he nods in content before closing the lid. “Well, yeah, why would I be mad?” He pauses for a moment, eyes gazing up at Baekhyun’s tired ones. “Wait... you’re not telling me that she’s the reason you’ve been so stressed out, are you? Dude, I sent her out with Jongin! What’d you do?”

“I... I don’t know.” He responds, still appalled by Chanyeol’s calmness surrounding the situation. “But we dated for a bit and I ruined it by telling her that you might not be as supportive about this.”

“Dude...” He clicks his tongue in disbelief. “Why didn’t you just tell me before? Did you already fuck up before it even really started?”

“What else am I supposed to do? What if you said no? Was I to pick between the girl I’m in love with and my best friend?”

“Baek, stop being difficult. She’s old enough to decide things herself. What do you think this is, the Medieval times? Women are capable of making their own decisions— even if she’s my baby sister and something in my stomach really wants to punch you for even laying your eyes on her, but I can’t do that.” Then, there’s a pause. “Did you say you love her?”

“Uh...” He sighs, standing up in his seat and gestures Baekhyun up as well. “Come on, let’s go fix this mess.”

Baekhyun declines, slouching. “I’ve already fucked it up to the point of no return. She blocked my number, doesn’t respond to texts— I couldn’t even come to your house this past week because I knew she would ignore me. I look like a crazed boyfriend with how much I’m trying here.”

“You are a crazed boyfriend, you literally fucked up your chances with her.”

“Which is why I think I should completely give up.”

Rubbing his face in his hands, Chanyeol frustratedly groans. “Honestly, if you’re going to give up so easily, maybe you don’t deserve her.” Baekhyun swallows, anxiously shaking his leg under the table. “What am I supposed to do? Stand outside her house until she has to come out?”

“Well, for one thing, you got her brother’s permission and acceptance of the two of you being together. Isn’t that something? Wasn’t that one of the reasons that stemmed from the conversation?”

Baekhyun grunts, hands furiously ruffling his hair. “It wasn’t only that. I called her immature, Yeol. I told her that she wasn’t mature enough for me.” His best friend stays silent for a moment, so quiet that you could almost hear him blink. “Do you really believe that?”

“Of course not. She’s the most mature twenty two year old I’ve ever met. She has most of her life together than I do, not including the fact that she has more self-assurance than I ever did at that age. But she doesn’t make me feel bad about it either; she wants me to bask in my childish behavior and be myself—“

“—stop talking and save it for her, will you?”

His palms are incredibly sweaty. Wiping the excess moisture on the fabric of his jeans, he tightens his jaw but follows with a deep inhale and exhale afterwards. “Why are you so nervous? I thought you said you liked her and were comfortable with her?” Chanyeol is shuffling through his pockets and filing through the many keys he has for the front door of your parents’ place before a familiar voice is heard behind the wooden material.

“I think it’s Yeol, Dad! I got it—“ The door swings open and the sight of you clenches Baekhyun’s chest.

You’re so pretty; so fucking goddamn pretty. Hair tied back in a loose bun, oversized grey hoodie and black shorts yet the simplest outfit has Baekhyun almost gasping for air. It makes the acidity in his stomach grumble— or his intestines in a knot; he’s not quite sure. One thing he was certain of was that knowing that he was the cause of your tired and sad eyes made his heart drop.

“Oh, hey Baekhyun.” That stung. He missed hearing you call him your baby. “You guys coming in?”

“I’m coming in. But you? Stay out here and talk to Baekhyun.” A blank expression on your face, you blink profusely. “Is everything okay?”

“Apparently not. Seemed like my friend is rather smitten with you. What’d you do? Drug his drink?”

“With what? You think I have to drug your friends to think I’m somewhat pretty?”

“No, I think you have to drug their drinks to get them to fall in love with you. He’s crazy now; I don’t think I want to be around him anymore. You keep him.” His words don’t have an underlying tone that you can pick out but he ends it off with a soft smile before patting your shoulder and walking into the house.

It’s just you and Baekhyun.

“Why’s he talking like that?” You say, ultimately shattering the glass of silence. “He’s acting like I have all his friends by a leash.”

“You have me by a leash.” It’s a quiet again. A heavy empty space of stillness settled over the two of you, thicker than the awkwardness and tension that had never been there before.

“Why are you—“

“You’re home early.” Baekhyun states the obvious, gathering enough courage to speak up. “Bad date?” Sucking in your cheeks, you’re tempted to tell him that it’s none of his business, yet you play along to his game anyway. “No... he was great. He just had a lot to offer when it came to money and I knew I couldn’t reciprocate nor live that life.” He nods as if this information was helpful, knowing that regardless of the turnout of the date, he would still be having this conversation.

“I told Yeol.” Your eyes widen; this is the most of a reaction he has gotten from you in a while and he admits that he misses it. “You what? Are you crazy? It was supposed to be meticulously planned—”

“He said he was okay with it.” Blinking blankly, you’re still hesitant about what to say next. “That... that doesn’t change where we left off.” Distressingly raking his hair with his fingers, he nods. “I know it doesn’t make up for any of the things I said but I still want another shot. I said it in the moment of panic— I had to pick between you and Chanyeol, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“So... what are you trying to say?”

“That what I said the other day, I didn’t mean it. I guess, calling you little Park like I’ve always done made it easy, knowing that I didn’t have to choose between my best friend and the girl I’ve been head over heels for. It gave me enough time to figure out what I wanted to do and... I just ended up ruining it for myself.”

You’re quiet the entire time, hands twiddling with the fabric of your hoodie. Unsure how to feel and uncertain of what to say, you just swallow any words that want to leave your mouth, not wanting to be too easy and let him back into your arms so easily. “Please, say something, say anything. I’m in love with you and honestly, I never thought I’d be in this position. All those girls I’ve dated—none of them made me feel in comparison to you.” His voice is wavering; you assume it’s from him being nervous.

“Baek, I don’t want to get hurt again.” You say softly, almost in a whisper. “You made me feel so stupid that day. I put you on this pedestal, I thought so highly of you—“

“Don’t do that,” He interrupts, stepping closer to you. “Don’t think so highly of me because I already broke your heart once. I made you wait so long and never realized your feelings for me. You’re the one that I should be putting on a pedestal.” Tears begin to well in your eyes again—Baekhyun’s the reason again, but it’s the opposite from before.

“I picked my nose before opening the door and wiped it on the doorknob before coming out because I knew Chanyeol was going to touch it. Are you sure about that?” He laughs, arms wrapping around your frame before pulling you against his chest. “Exactly what I looked for in a girlfriend. Someone who would torture my best friend.”

“I think I’m ready to move out.”

“Oh wow,” You say, slightly impressed. “You’re like what, 29? You probably should have your own place by now. Instead, you’ve been living at your parents’ house, trying to steal your sister’s last can of coke from the fridge. And you didn’t even bother to replace it!” Baekhyun chuckles at the siblings arguing, rubbing your back soothingly.

“Nobody asked you to drink so much of it. It’s bad for your heath.”

“You’re just saying that because you can’t handle my hits. You want me to be weaker.”

“Rightfully so.” He attacks back, sticking his tongue at you. “Man, ever since Baek started dating you, he won’t even stand by me anymore. I felt like I had more confidence knowing that he might back me up.” His friend shakes his head. “I never did though, I let you guys just fight.” Chanyeol groans. “Whatever. Anyway, I think I should look for a roommate temporarily before completely moving out on my own.”

Baekhyun sits up on the couch. “You could always come live with me, you know.” Your older brother scoffs, shaking his head. “Nah, not after you started dating my sister. I’m only half okay with this, I’m not sure how I’d feel hearing your bedpost banging on the wall.”

“What— why would you even bring that up!”

Chanyeol sighs disappointingly, leaning back. “Man, I miss when Baek used to date other girls. He’d talk about how wild some of them were, how his flings were… he lived the life I wanted to live—ouch! Did you just throw the controller at me?” He winces, rubbing his head. “What was that for?”

“Are you seriously talking about his past sexual encounters in front of me, you asshole?”

“Okay but Baek—“ Baekhyun raises his hands in defeat. “I don’t know if I’m cool with you bringing this up with my current girlfriend, dude.”

“This is a losing battle, isn’t it?”

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[not-actually-human]

Blissfully Ignorant No Longer

Warning for Major Character Death This is sad be warned ao3 link

based off of this post of mine

Joel didn’t see the urgency of the situation. There was no way in hell there was an actual demon on the server. The vines around his house were just a prank, and he hadn’t seen the demon at all. Anyways, whoever was pulling this prank on the server wasn’t really targeting him, or Lizzie, for that matter. It didn’t bother him, so he didn’t bother with the extra stress of worrying about it. He just let it be, and that was that.

He went about his days the way he always would, mining, chopping down trees, collecting various other resources, and working on his palace. Sometimes he would visit the Ocean Empire, but he mostly stuck to his routine. It was nice. There was a consistency and rhythm to it that he appreciated. And it worked. Everything was fine. In fact, things were amazing. His empire was growing, he forged a few alliances, and, most importantly, he got married.

Something about Lizzie felt right. He treasured every moment they shared, no matter how small. She was the only thing in his world that truly mattered to him. She could make him laugh and smile no matter what, though most people didn’t quite get her sense of humor. She would help him with collecting resources, and he would help her tease her brother about Scott. It was perfect, and he was even happier than before. Now his routine included a few more trips to the Ocean Empire, but other than that nothing changed. He wasn’t panicking. No one should be panicking. Everything was fine.

He wasn’t panicking that day he met with his advisors. It was the same thing everytime. Terracotta and concrete sales, mentions of the fake corruption, etc. Boring. Until a small girl ran into the room. Joel immediately recognized her as a citizen of Lizzie’s kingdom, her pinkish skin and gills giving her away immediately. In fact, when she got closer, he recognized her as the child of one of the nobles in Lizzie’s court. Lizzie had a fondness for the girl, named Ali, and they would often be in the throne room talking when Joel came to visit.

“King-king Joel,” she huffed out as soon as she got close enough. Immediately, Joel knew something was off. She shouldn’t be this out of breath, not if this was a regular message between the kingdoms. She opened her mouth to speak more, but she was too out of breath to continue. He stood up and walked over, crouching down so he could talk to her easier.

“Hey, Ali, are you okay? Take a few deep breaths, take your time.”

“Don't-don't have time. Queen Lizzie said t-to get the message to you ri-right away.”

Joel’s blood ran cold. Lizzie wouldn’t tell a young girl to run as fast as she could just to deliver him a message. On the rare occasion there was an urgent message, she would send a messenger. Y’know, an adult . Not this tiny thing in front of him.

“Can you tell me the what Lizzie said, Ali?”

She took a deep breath. “T-the corruption. It’s overtaken our home.”

A million thoughts raced through Joel’s mind. Lizzie liked to prank people, sure, but she definitely wouldn’t lie about this. But… the corruption wasn’t real. Right? He looked back at Ali, who was still slightly out of breath, and had now a few tears running down her face. There was no way this little girl was lying, either.

He took a deep breath, and turned to his advisors. “Can you take her up to the room I had made for Lizzie? I think she would be most comfortable there, and her and Lizzie are close. It might help calm her down.”

His advisors nodded, recognizing that this wasn’t a time to ask questions.

Joel turned back to Ali. “One last thing, and then you can go upstairs and relax, okay?”

Ali nodded.

“Is Lizzie okay?”

“Last I saw her, yes.”

He sighed in relief. She was okay. He watched as his advisors led Ali away, and then he all but ran outside. Taking his rockets out, he took off in the direction of his wife’s kingdom.

As he got closer, he saw that the buildings and lily pads below him, usually bustling with life and activity, were oddly quiet. They were so covered in the vines that all he could see was red, and he could almost feel the buzzing of the corruption around him. The vines in his kingdom didn’t feel like this. The ocean surrounding the kingdom was tinted a muddy red, no doubt poisoning the water.

The second he saw the palace, he sped up. Last time he was here, not 2 days ago, the palace had only a few small vines at the base of the main tower. The palace that had taken Lizzie so long, which he had explained to him multiple times, was unrecognizable. Now, it was absolutely engulfed in red vines. You couldn’t even see any of the original white, blue, or pink of the original structure.

He flew in through the top window, tumbling over the vines covering the floor and landing on his back. Immediately, he sprang up and looked around. The interior of the palace was no different than the exterior. But he wasn’t looking for more corruption. He was looking for her.

And there, in the corner, near the balcony, was a flash of blue. Her dress. His heart leapt for a fraction of a second, until he realized that she was on the floor, collapsed. Red vines snaked around her body, and when he got closer, he saw that her skin and hair had lost its pink tint, as if the corruption had sucked the life out of her and taken it for itself.

“No. No, no, no. You’re not -no . You’re not.” He dropped to his knees next to her limp body. Tentatively, he reached out his hand towards her neck. Not a fraction of a second after his fingers touched her skin, he withdrew them. She was cold . Too cold. Living in the ocean meant she was never exactly warm, but now she felt like ice.

He reached back towards her, and flinched when he felt her skin, but didn’t pull away this time. He placed two of his fingers against her wrist and…nothing. Her pulse wasn’t there. Panicking, he checked her neck. Still nothing.

“L-Lizzie? Please talk to me? Please? Tell me you’re okay, I know you’re okay, you just have to tell me. Lizzie please . Lizzie .” No response.

By now he was crying and clutching her body, searching for any bit of warmth he could find. But still nothing. No matter how hard he cried, or how loud he screamed, or how much he begged for her to talk to him, she didn’t respond. She stayed limp in his arms, cold and lifeless.

One week later, Joel walked into a different palace. One in a land of flowers, not of coral. Ali was by his side, holding his hand. She hadn’t spoken a word or left his side since he had returned to Mezalea, since she found out her queen was dead, and since she found out she was the last of her people.

Katherine greeted them at the door. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes were filled with pity, pity that Joel didn't want. She welcomed them inside, but Joel brushed her off.

“How can I help?” he asked, gesturing to the corruption around him. He was tired, and grieving, and no longer able to ignore the plague that had overtaken his and his friends' homes.

Katherine smiled sadly. “Come on in, and we can discuss the strategies me and my allies have come up with.” She turned to walk back inside of her home, and gestured to Joel and Ali to follow.

Joel took a shaky breath and followed her inside.

Thanks for reading, dude! I really appreciate you.

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Inktober 2020 |Day 1: Fish|

Eek! Guess I’m doing Inktober this year! This isn’t the best thing I’ve ever written but, I really hope you guys enjoy this.

Word Count: 1,679

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You had never been much of a believer in anything you couldn’t see or prove. Even then, you were prone to doubt something you couldn’t explain. That was why, when the aquarium in town had announced it was revealing a newly discovered species, you were skeptical to say the least. The information they had released to the public was limited, but there was talk in the town of it being something monstrous. You’d scoffed at the idea but your curiosity was peaked. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to take a trip to the aquarium. You knew you’d enjoy the species they for sure had even if this new thing turned out to be a bust. 

The crowds at the exhibit’s debut were surprisingly large, though not entirely unexpected. After all, it had been the talk of the town since it was announced. You slipped through the hoard with only slight difficulty. Before long, you were able to see the exhibit. It was odd that there was a barrier put up to keep people away from the glass. The enclosure itself was rather ominous. It wasn’t as well lit as the other tanks and it was huge. You were pretty sure it could comfortably house a whale. Still, it was unnerving that you didn’t see anything but a couple small fish and a manta ray. You eyes scanned the crowd around you for any workers, but you didn’t have time to find anyone. 

Murmurs from the people around you suddenly quieted and you glanced back at the tank in slight confusion. You gasped as your eyes met a pair startlingly similar to yours. Although, with a start, you realized that the face of what ever you were looking at was much bigger than yours. You froze unsure what to do or feel as you watched the creature. Never had you seen something quite like it. It looked humanoid, the biggest difference being the giant fish tail in place of legs. On the tail, the scales were a murky black and sharp looking spines ran down it. What at first you had thought was hair you soon realized was a mass of tentacles on the creature’s head. Its eyes were pitch black voids which made it impossible to tell where, if at all, it was looking. Though, the your main concern lay with the creature’s mouth. Teeth that made shards of broken glass look soft sat in its mouth. You gulped slightly as you watched the thing move. It looked agitated to say the least.

Within moments the silence of the crowd was broken by jeering and the sounds of cameras clicking. Many had neglected to see or follow the many posted signs stating to turn off your camera flash. You winced as the creature bared its teeth. Something in your gut churned as people continued to ignore the rules. One young girl ducked under the banister and walked up to the glass. She stood about a foot away and turned her back to the tank. She smiled, posing briefly for a picture. 

You saw what was going to happen moments before it did. Without thinking you slid under the banister and pushed the girl often the side as it slammed into the glass baring its teeth once more. No one in the crowd behind you missed the loud smash, but with the blood rushing in your ears you didn’t hear it at first. You turned to the tank only to see two huge cracks stretching out from the places where the creatures hands had smacked into the glass. You felt a chill run through you. The glass was a couple of inches thick and it had been cracked as if it were nothing. 

Most everyone had run away by now, but you couldn’t make your legs move. You stood frozen in place making direct eye contact with a humanoid sea monster twice your size. Okay, yeah. This is not how you had planned your day to go. To your surprise it didn’t continue breaking the glass, instead it put its hands on it looking at you in a way you could only describe as curious. Still, you didn’t trust the look in its eyes. It blinked and that was all you needed to snap out of it. You slipped back behind the banister but continued to watch the creature. It was still watching you with interest, hands pressed up against the glass. You took some time to study it more closely. Its skin was a dark greyish blue hue that reminded you vaguely of the deep deep ocean. The more you looked at it the more it looked emaciated and even a bit sickly. Though, maybe that was just how this species typically looked. Afterall, this was the first time you’d ever seen one. 

Hesitantly you waved at the creature. With its sharp, boney fingers it waved back mimicking you. You couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto your face. It once again copied you, smiling back. Feeling more than a little amused you stretched backwards with your arms behind your head and it copied you again. You were getting ready to try something else when a voice behind you caused you to jump.

“Amazing. I’ve never seen em’ do that. Typically he’s pretty damn mean, that one,” a worker stated, looking at you incredulously. You weren’t sure what to say but the creature bared its fangs at the worker beside you and swam away. Only peeking out at you briefly from behind a large piece of coral behind ducking down again.

“He don’t like me one bit, I tell ya. Won’t take nothin’ I give em’. Spiteful lil’ retch would rather starve to death than eat the food I’ve got!” He ranted. You grimaced but listened on politely. So you were right about the creature looking unhealthy. 

“We’re gettin’ real desperate now. Everyone’s had a go at takin’ care of em’ but he’s just hateful. Ricky had to get stitched up after he got a little too close to em’.”

You weren’t sure you liked where this conversation was going. If you were about to be asked to do what you thought you were going to, you weren’t sure if you could refuse. You didn’t want the creature to starve to death and it would probably be a once in a lifetime opportunity. Although, you didn’t really have a death wish either.

“Maybe you’d like to give it a go?” the worker asked hopefully. You frowned slightly and he piped up.

“I’m sure they’d pay ya good money if they know he’ll take food from ya!” he encouraged. You glanced back at the tank, more specifically the large cracks in the glass. Looking back towards the coral your eyes locked with a pair of sunken black ones. To hell with it.

“Okay, fine. But I’ll for sure sue if I get seriously hurt,” you agreed staring down the worker. He clapped his hands excitedly and thanked you, before he practically dragged you along.

The nerves hit you like a trainwreck the moment a bucket of dead fish was placed at your feet. You stood a couple of feet away from the open tank absolute terrified. This was such a bad idea and you were totally going to get yourself killed.

“Now, just scootch a lil bit closer to the tank and call for em’,” the man instructed. You inched forward on trembling legs with the bucket in your hand. Dead fish was certainly not a pleasant smell. 

“H-hey,” you called softly. Your voice was barely above a whisper. 

“He’s not gonna hear ya if-” the man cut himself off when a head peeked out of the water. God, up close he seemed so much bigger. You wanted nothing more than to bolt in that moment but you kept your feet planted firmly.

“Hi, I have food,” you stately lamely gesturing towards the fish. The creature upturned his nose at the bucket and you couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh.

“M-maybe something fresher would be better...?” you inquired towards the worker. He shook his head.

“Nah, his kind clean off carcasses normally. We can’t feed em’ rotten fish though, they’re afraid it might hurt em’,” the worker explained. Your eyes widened a smidge, but that would certainly explain the teeth. You picked up a fish from the bucket and took a step towards the creature.

“I know it’s not what you normally eat, but you have to eat something. I don’t want you to die...” you trailed off, unsure why you were trying to converse with it in the first place. To your surprise it placed its hands onto the side and laid its head down on top of it. It still watched you warily but it didn’t seem malicious. Slowly, you set the bucket down and pulled out a fish watching it all the while for any sort of sign it might want to hurt you. You cautiously walked over to it and held out the fish. It snarled and you flinched, but stayed rooted in place. With what sounded like a heavy sigh it took the fish and plunged back into the tank with it. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding and turned back to look at the caretaker. His mouth was agape and he looked stunned. 

Finally, he asked, “Why didn’t you just throw the fish!? The hell were you thinking!? Why was he so gentle?! He won’t let anyone get within a foot of that tank!” he didn’t seem like he knew whether he should scold or applaud you. You just grimaced and let the man talk your ear off for a moment. Eventually, you swapped contact information and he said that he’d set up a time for you to be interviewed tomorrow. You weren’t sure the legality of all this, but you’d been meaning to find a new job for a while now. If it meant working at an aquarium with a potentially dangerous sea monster, so be it.

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