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poisonlove · 6 months

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A macchiato, please | j.o

part 1

I'm finally home, wrapped in the familiar atmosphere only my apartment can provide. Tex, my affectionate German Shepherd, is my sole company at the moment.

"Hello, sweetheart," I whisper gently, bending down to pet his head as his tail wags happily, displaying pure joy.

"I know... you're hungry," I confirm with a resigned sigh, heading to the kitchen. I open a can of dog food and mix it carefully with the kibbles.

"Enjoy your meal!" I add with a shy smile as Tex starts to happily devour his food.

I toss the keys onto the table.

I was so tired that I decided to skip my usual nightly routine and went straight to bed. I fall onto the soft mattress, exhausted from the long day.

As I turn on my phone, the screen greets me with a notification that seems like a dream.

Jennaortega has started following you.

A thrill of excitement rushes through me.

"I can't believe it," I whisper to myself with a small smile, feeling as if I've won the lottery of luck.

Curious to know more about her, I access her profile, smiling at her beautiful close-up picture. Her bright, happy eyes convey an infectious vitality.

"Wow, 40 million followers," I thought incredulously. It was like stepping into a whole new world, filled with enthusiastic followers.

I smile as I see numerous comments filled with love and support for Jenna, carefully observing her latest post: she was inside a car, wearing headphones. An involuntary sigh escapes my lips; her brown eyes seem to gaze at me as if wanting to read my soul. Her slightly parted lips, her perfectly falling bangs... her posture so natural by the window told a story of freedom and carefreeness.

I follow her back.

With shyness and anxiety, I open the chat and look at Jenna Ortega's profile picture. "You can do this... just say hi," I murmur to myself, trying to muster some courage.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed the place I manage to write, my fingers trembling slightly. I send the message, feeling my heart race. I exit the chat, letting the adrenaline rush through my veins.

I wait anxiously, heart in my mouth, hoping for a response.

The minutes seem endless as the chat remains on standby. Then, suddenly, the phone emits a sound, indicating a new incoming message. The lit screen shows the name Jenna Ortega and a short but kind message: Hi! Yes, I really enjoyed the place, the atmosphere was truly cozy. Thanks!

A spontaneous smile spreads across my face. Is there something you're particularly passionate about? I write, hoping to make the conversation deeper and more interesting.

Jenna's response comes quickly: Mmmh... why this random question?

I nervously bite my lower lip. I don't know, I'd love to know something about you that the internet can't tell me I write honestly.

I involuntarily smile as Jenna puts a heart on my message. "In that case... I love art and culture, so I enjoy visiting museums and art galleries. And also nature, taking long walks in parks."

I feel an immediate connection, as I also loved long walks, especially with Tex, my loyal four-legged companion.

I decide to share this detail:

I also love taking long walks, especially with Tex, my German Shepherd. He's my faithful adventure companion!

Jenna seems to like the bond with the four-legged friend, and the conversation continues on this topic. We've found a common ground that makes the conversation more authentic and enjoyable.

How about we have a call? she suddenly asks.

I feel a thrill of excitement at the opportunity to hear her voice and get to know each other better.

I reply: I'd love to.

A few seconds later, Jenna's profile picture, a white light, appears.

I swallow and, sighing, I accept the call.

"Hey!" My voice trembles slightly, nervous.

Jenna softly laughs, making my heart beat uncontrollably.

"Hello," Jenna responds.

I can sense the smile she's wearing.

"How are you?" I ask and close my eyes at such a basic question.

"Good... just a bit tired," she comments shyly, letting out a small yawn.

My eyes glance at the alarm clock next to my bed, seeing that it's only 10:08 PM.

"Maybe... we talk tomorrow?" I ask worriedly, biting my lower lip.

My heart hammers rapidly in my chest.

"No... I enjoy talking to you," she confesses, and my cheeks flush.

I sigh in relief knowing she couldn't see my blush and smile widely, almost feeling a pain in my cheeks.

"Oh, well... I can say the same," I reply.

Jenna gently laughs, making me smile even more.

"Do you have any interviews tomorrow? Or have the recordings already started?" I ask curiously.

"Mmmh," Jenna murmurs, thoughtful, "I think we're meeting with Tim," she says almost hesitantly.

"Right, it's not certain they're shooting here," I murmur almost sadly.

"I have no idea... but it's very likely," she admits weakly.

An not uncomfortable silence envelops us.

"And tell me... you said you'd be meeting. Who's with you?" I ask with curiosity, clutching the sheets out of nervousness.

"Oh... let me think," Jenna murmurs, "I believe it's Percy and Emma," she admits.

"Emma?" I ask excitedly. "Enid?" I ask with a smile on my face.

"Yes..." she laughs softly at my enthusiasm.

"Do you know I ship them in Wednesday ?" I say excitedly. "Enid and wdenesday are so close and adorable!" I exclaim happily.

Jenna bursts into laughter.

"Maybe it'll be canon... who knows," she says in a sing-song tone.

"Come to think of it..." she begins. "Maybe one day I could introduce you to the cast," she proposes, and I open my mouth in surprise.

"You're not joking... really?" I ask, and she gently laughs at my excitement.

"Seriously, let's say it's a way to pay you back for the coffee," she murmurs, yawning.

My excitement grows as I talk about my passions, the books I love to read, and the places I like to visit in the city. But then, I notice Jenna murmuring timidly, almost incomprehensibly, not responding.

"Jenna, everything okay?" I ask worriedly, sensing something off in the air.

"Mmmh," Jenna responds even more timidly, as if wanting to hide something.

"Did you see the new movie talk to me?" I ask absentmindedly, trying to change the subject and lighten the mood. "It was strange... I feel sorry for the guy, his face got messed up... but the ending... wow," I murmur absentmindedly, hoping to liven up the conversation.

I notice Jenna getting quieter and quieter, and worry grows inside me. "Am I... boring you?" I ask uncertainly, fearing I've made the conversation dull or tiresome for her.

"No," Jenna barely manages to respond, her voice weak and tired.

"I like your voice... keep going..." she affirms with a yawn, trying to encourage me to talk, but it's evident that fatigue is taking over.

Confused, I stutter in my thoughts, "What was I saying?" My mind is a bit foggy, and the fear of having bored her grows.

Jenna's steady breath makes me realize she has fallen asleep. I smile tenderly, knowing it's been a long day for her. Unfortunately, it's clear that tiredness has taken the lead, and I realize it's best to let her rest.

I gaze at the ceiling of my room, smiling.

"Goodnight, Jen," I whisper with a small smile, feeling the breath of the girl on the other end.

#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #miércoles addams #wednesday x you #wednesday addams x you #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega imagine

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cool-fancier · 4 months

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A Fiery Reunion

Synopsis: Bada's arrival ignites a fire within you, leading to an intense time filled with passion and exploration of our deepest desires.

Requested by anonymous

a/n: This story contains explicit sexual content . The characters and especially Bada and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real-life individuals or situations is purely coincidental. This story is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as a reflection of real-life relationships or situations.

Word count:2.2K

The first time you laid eyes on Bada, it was at a crowded art gallery opening. Her presence was magnetic, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Her confidence exuded from every pore, and her striking features commanded attention.

You found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from her as she moved through the crowd, effortlessly captivating those around her with her infectious smile. It was as if time stood still, and the world faded into the background, leaving only her in sharp focus.

Summoning all the courage you could muster, you made our way towards her, hoping to strike up a conversation. As you approached, your nerves threatened to consume you, but you pushed through, determined to make a connection.

"Hi," you greeted, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I couldn't help but notice your presence in the room. The way you carry yourself is simply captivating."

Bada's eyes locked onto yours, a mischievous glint dancing within them. She smirked, her gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your heart race. "Well, aren't you charming? I do have a way of leaving an impression, don't I?"

Her playful response set the tone for our conversation, easing the tension that had gripped you moments before. You both exchanged pleasantries and delved into discussions about art, philosophy, and life itself. It was as if you were two souls hungry for intellectual stimulation, craving the connection that only like-minded individuals could provide.

As the night wore on, your conversation flowed effortlessly, each word deepening the bond you were forming. You both laughed, challenged each other's beliefs, and found solace in the comfort of shared understanding.

Days turned into weeks, and your conversations extended beyond the art gallery. The two of you exchanged numbers, and your messages became a lifeline, connecting your thoughts and desires across the digital realm. You discovered a profound connection that transcended the surface level, delving into the depths of your souls.

Late-night conversations turned into early morning confessions, as you bared your vulnerabilities and shared your deepest dreams. You both found solace in one another's words, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside.

It was during one of these late-night conversations that Bada finally broke the barrier of friendship, her words laced with a newfound boldness. "You know, Y/N, I can't help but feel this undeniable chemistry between us," she confessed. "I want to explore what lies beyond friendship with you. Are you open to the possibility?"

Your heart skipped a beat, your mind racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The connection you had formed was undeniably powerful, and the thought of taking it to the next level both thrilled and frightened you.

But in that moment, you trusted your instincts, your heart yearning to delve deeper into the unknown. "Yes," you replied, my voice filled with conviction. "I want to explore this connection with you, to see where it leads."

And so, you took the leap, venturing into the realm of romance with equal parts excitement and trepidation. Your dates were filled with adventure and exploration, each experience deepening your bond. You both discovered shared passions, indulging in the pleasures of life together.

Your connection extended beyond the physical realm, as you nurtured each other's dreams and supported one another's growth. Bada became your confidante, your partner in crime, and the one who pushed you to embrace your desires and embrace the fullness of life.

With every passing day, your love blossomed, defying societal norms and expectations. You revelled in the uniqueness of your connection, cherishing the unconventional path we had chosen.

As you embarked on this journey of love and self-discovery, you knew deep in your heart that your story would forever be etched in the annals of passion and desire. Together, you embraced the uncharted territories of your hearts, discovering a love that was both extraordinary and unparalleled.

In the end, your love was not a cliché tale of love at first sight, but a story of two souls finding solace and passion in one another's arms. And as you continued to write your own narrative, the two of you reveled in the beauty of your unconventional love story, embracing the magic that unfolded between the two of you.

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You had been eagerly anticipating Bada's arrival all day, your heart fluttering with excitement. It had been too long since you last saw her, and you missed her presence, her touch, her intoxicating energy.

As the doorbell rang, you rushed to open it, a smile spreading across your face as you laid eyes on Bada. She stood before you, radiating confidence and allure, her eyes locked on yours.

"Y/N," she said, her voice filled with warmth and longing. "I've missed you."

You reached out to pull her into a tight embrace, savoring the familiar scent of her as your bodies pressed against each other. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of reunion.

"I missed you too, Bada," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine affection. "It feels like forever since we were last together."

Bada leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke. "I couldn't stand being away from you any longer," she murmured, her words sending shivers down your spine. "I needed to see you, to feel your touch."

The desire in her voice ignited a fire within you, your longing for her intensifying with every passing second. You knew that this reunion would be more than just a simple embrace. It would be a passionate exploration of your desires, a celebration of the connection you both shared.

Without a word, Bada took your hand and led you to the bedroom, where the air crackled with anticipation. The room was adorned with soft candlelight, casting a warm and intimate glow across the space.

As you watched Bada undress, her movements slow and deliberate, your heart raced with desire. The sight of her naked body, her curves and contours, made your pulse quicken. You couldn't help but admire her, the way her confidence radiated from her every pore.

She turned to face you, her eyes locked with yours, and a seductive smile played on her lips. "Undress for me, Y/N," she commanded, her voice filled with a mix of dominance and desire.

With trembling hands, you shed your clothes, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and excitement. Bada's gaze never wavered, her eyes devouring every inch of your exposed skin. You could feel the heat between the two of you intensify as your naked bodies stood before each other, the air heavy with anticipation.

Without hesitation, Bada closed the distance between us, her hands exploring every curve and crevice of your body. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You surrendered to her completely, allowing her to guide you into a world of exquisite pleasure.

As your bodies intertwined, both your moans and gasps filled the room, harmonizing with the rhythm of your passion. Time seemed to lose all meaning as you lost yourselves in each other, your desires merging and intertwining.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word fueled the fire within you, propelling you towards the edge of ecstasy. Your bodies moved in perfect synchrony, a dance of passion and desire.

You lay tangled in Bada's embrace, your body still humming with the remnants of pleasure. Her words fueled a mix of desire and uncertainty within you, your mind grappling with the idea of pushing yourself further, of surrendering to the depths of pleasure she so effortlessly commanded.

Your voice quivered as you responded, your breath catching in my throat. "I...I don't know if I can," you confessed, your voice laced with a mixture of longing and apprehension. The sensations coursing through your body made it difficult to focus, to think clearly.

Bada's eyes held a hunger that matched your own, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Oh, Y/N," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "I believe in you. I know you can push yourself further, explore new heights of pleasure."

Her words stirred a dormant fire within you, reigniting the embers of your desire. With her hand teasing your nipples, your body responded involuntarily, your breath hitching at the sensation. The thought of being pushed to your limits excited you, even as fear mingled with desire.

"Do you want me to...?" You trailed off, my voice filled with both anticipation and trepidation. The idea of Bada fulfilling her every desire, even if it meant pushing your boundaries, enticed you in ways you never thought possible. But the idea of your roommate coming home soon, added a layer of caution to your thoughts.

Bada's response was immediate, her voice filled with an intoxicating mix of need and anticipation. "I want everything from you," she assured you, her words spoken with a sense of urgency. "But we need to be mindful of your roommate. We wouldn't want any unexpected interruptions, would we?"

The reality of your situation sank in, and you nodded, your mind reeling with a mix of disappointment and excitement. You understood the need for caution, the desire to keep your encounters hidden from prying eyes. But your body, still buzzing with need, ached for release, for the next level of pleasure that only Bada could provide.

As Bada's fingers lingered on your nipples, teasing and coaxing, you couldn't help but wonder what lay beyond the boundaries of your comfort zone. The thought of Bada's touch, sent a surge of excitement through me. It was a forbidden desire, one that you had only dared to explore in the darkest corners of my fantasies.

Her lips, soft and demanding, claimed yours in a fervent kiss, igniting a fire that consumed you both. Both your tongues danced in a passionate embrace, exploring the depths of each other's mouths, as your bodies pressed closer, seeking the ultimate connection.

Bada's hand trailed down your torso, her fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. A shiver of anticipation coursed through you as her touch brushed against your inner thighs, teasingly close to the source of your pleasure.

With a deft movement, she spread your legs apart, exposing the wetness that had pooled between your thighs. The cool air caressed your heated flesh, intensifying the ache of need that pulsed within you.

Her fingers traced a path along your slick folds, teasingly circling your clit before dipping lower. A gasp escaped your lips as she plunged two fingers deep inside you, filling you with a delicious stretch. You arched your back, your body craving more, even though you were quite sensitive as she set a rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart.

"Good girl," Bada purred, her voice a sultry melody. "You're so wet and ready for me. Just relax and let go."

Her words, laced with dominance and desire, sent a surge of electricity through you. You surrendered to her touch, your body becoming a vessel for her pleasure. Each thrust of her fingers brought you closer to the edge, pushing you towards the precipice of ecstasy.

Your hips bucked in time with her movements, your moans of pleasure filling the room. Bada's free hand reached up to cup your breast, her thumb expertly flicking your hardened nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core.

Sensation overwhelmed you as you teetered on the edge of release, your body tensing with anticipation. Bada's fingers quickened their pace, driving you closer to the brink, until the dam finally broke.

An explosion of pleasure ripped through you, waves of ecstasy crashing over your body. Your back arched off the bed, your fingers clawing at the sheets as you cried out in ecstasy. Bada held you through the intensity of your orgasm, riding the waves of pleasure with you.

As the aftershocks subsided, you lay breathless and sated, your body tingling with the remnants of pleasure. Bada's fingers slowly withdrew from your depths, leaving you feeling both empty and fulfilled.

She kissed you tenderly, her lips conveying a mixture of tenderness and satisfaction. "You were amazing," she whispered against your lips. "I love the way you respond to me, the way you surrender to pleasure."

As the aftershocks subsided, you lay spent and satisfied in Bada's arms, your bodies still entwined. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the palpable energy that lingered between us.

Bada's voice, a gentle whisper, broke the silence. "You were incredible," she murmured, her fingers tenderly caressing your cheek. "So beautiful and responsive. I can't wait to explore more with you, to take you to places you've never been before."

"Thank you for coming to see me, Bada," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude and affection.

Bada smiled, her eyes sparkling with adoration. "I would go to the ends of the earth for you, Y/N," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "You mean everything to me."

In that moment, you knew that your connection was something truly special. It was a love that transcended physical pleasure, a love that encompassed trust, understanding, and an unwavering desire to explore the depths of your desires together. And as you drifted off to sleep, your bodies entwined, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the adventures that awaited you in the days to come.

#bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee #street woman fighter 2 #bebe #bada lee fanfic #bada lee x oc #bada lee x y/n #bada lee imagine #bada lee smut #lee bada #wlw

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nerdyjournals · 3 months

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Flowers have sad meanings too

Florist!Y/N

Many believe that working in a flower shop is all gumdrops and rainbows, but it's not. It's stories of heartbreak and sadness. I wish I could remember their names, but I can't grieve every one of them. No matter how hard I try.

Author's Note: 3/8 of these mini tales are based on encounters I have had while working in my field. They are INSPIRED and not exact.

DISCLAIMER: ANY SIMILARITIES THESE ENTRIES HAVE TO A PERSON, PLACE, EVENT, OR SITUATION IS COINCIDENTAL AND NOT INTENDED TO MIMIC ANYONE.

WARNING: THIS PIECE TOUCHES ON DEATH AND ITS AFFECTS, SUBJECTS OF DEPRESSION, AND ASSUMED SU1C1D3. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SUBJECTS LIKE THESE, PLEASE SKIP THIS POST.

Boy #1

He was a boy with his whole life ahead of him. His mother said that he was very protective of his siblings, so protective that it's what took him.

She said it was a break in, one that happened in the dead of night. She never heard it. All she heard was the sound of her daughter screaming for help as her husband tackled the man to the floor. She didn't even hear the gun go off.

He was on his way to college in the fall, full ride. He was very talented. They hope to release his works down the road, but for now, some things stay locked away. Not because they're bad or sad, but because the grief was too fresh.

Boy #2

He was an interesting story. A quiet kid that everyone thought was mean, but was a very sweet guy and an only child. He loved animals.

His flowers were ordered by his friends because his parents were too shattered by the news. One of them couldn't keep it together, ended up telling about him. He was off volunteering to help build houses when one of them collapsed on top of him and a few others. They came out with minor injuries, but he wasn't so lucky. They spew out so many things about his kind heart but stone-like demeanor. It hurt to see that it was also his undoing.

Other families came and ordered, many of them being young kids in the dance classes he taught. Many of the kids still not understanding why their favorite teacher wasn't coming back. His parents finally arrived to order, but my heart was too fragile to be there.

Boy #3

His sister wouldn't stop talking about how he had wanted to do a lot with his life. She said that he was going to the gym everyday to get stronger. He was a gentle soul, a loving gentleman. Sickness took him far too soon.

It started off with a bad cough and a fever, she said. Then it just kept getting worse. By the time he was eighteen, he was fully living in his hospital room. It broke her heart to see how he dwindled away until he was almost nothing but skin and bones. She was thankful that he went in his sleep, going painlessly.

She couldn't stop repeating that she felt like a bad sister, that she should've done more to help him recover. It broke me a little more on the inside when I couldn't tell her that it wasn't up to her to fix him. I could only stay silent.

Boy #4

Only one person ordered him flowers, but it was a lot of flowers. Other than his parents, this boy received flowers from dozens of people. Friends, teachers, acquaintances - you name it. They all ordered through one person as they were the only one in town.

The pieces were extravagant, ranging from small vases to large sprays. They said that they wanted to reflect him; an artist surrounded by colors. No one knows what took him; whether self or sickness. They just found him in his studio one cold winter morning, slumped over an unfinished painting.

They said he'll have a gallery set up after the service, show off the wonders he created. I might go. If not just to see a fellow tortured soul. One day, his name will be known alongside the greats. For now, he'll be known to me.

Boy #5

His flowers were ordered over the phone by his mother, said something about it becoming too final if she stepped into the store.

I heard about this boy on the news. They found him in his car, just off the highway. He was so young, but the demons got to him before anyone else could.

I could only sit silent as she cried in my ear, blaming herself for not helping him. Little does she know the demons live in everyone. Including mine.

Boy #6

This boy was proof that the brightest smiles hide the darkest demons. His sisters couldn't hold themselves together as I flipped through the binder. The older one said that she blamed herself, saying that she should've seen the signs.

He went as he slept, passing in silence. She said that he had been bullied for years, but since he stopped talking about it, they assumed it stopped. They found him gone in the morning. I can never understand how some people find it acceptable to be so harsh to another.

They showed me his photo. He had a bright smile, one that was even wider with his family. It almost breaks my very soul that he suffered alone.

Boy #7

This was my first family order. The poor family was lost due to a faulty monoxide detector. The remaining members were in the middle of suing the landlord on top of mourning the family.

They didn't know until the son failed to show up for school for three days, unlike him they said. Same for the parents.

The boy was said to start high school next year. They were all excited since he would be attending the private school near the edge of town, one that was hard to get into without good grades. Now, the world could never see what he would amount to.

Boy #8

He was a child.

No mother should ever be allowed to outlive her baby. He was innocent, a victim of medical circumstance. They never said what he had, but they ordered him a beautiful urn display.

His younger brother, one still so small, would almost never know about the brother who left too early. His older brother was deployed, but is in an emergency flight back over to give his good byes.

A child...goodness.

#kpop fanfic #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #skz fic #skz imagines #skz au #skz fanfic #skz x reader #stray kids texts #stray kids text imagines #skz angst

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reobabesstuff · 11 months

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Ness Alexis x G!n Reader

Warning: Obsessive behaviour, stalking, Ness Being a freak.

His eyes soften as he found the familiar figure sitting on the bench as usual, playing with the little puppy. He adored your soft smile at the creature as it curled around your feet. You patted the puppy on the top of its head.

He clenched his hold on the phone as he imagined himself in the puppy place. Would you pat him gently too? Would smile at him like that too? He clicked a few pictures of you. He signed and pulled his body behind the bushes. Scrolling through his gallery, filled with your pictures.

You stole his heart the first day he saw you, walking in hurry and bumping into him. You had walked away but his eyes never left you.

He found out everything about you in less than a day. Every day you would come to the park to play with the puppies and he would find an opportunity to click a few pictures of you.

He always looks forward to make a little conversation with you but is left flattered just by looking at you.

He gently touched the phone screen with your picture. "I...I can't wait anymore..." He bit his bottom lip almost making it bleed.

On another day, Ness walked into the cafe. He found an empty spot and took his seat. "um...excuse me..." he heard a voice turning his head towards the source of the voice, he found you. He skipped his heartbeat as he saw you.

"I left my notebook here...can you pass it?" you pointed at the notebook on the table. He was a blushing mess, you were talking to him?? "s-s-sure..." he grabbed the notebook and passed it to you. As you grabbed the notebook your finger brushed against his and he almost screamed. He immediately released his grip and covered his mouth.

You looked at him confusingly. "thanks" you murmured and left the cafe. Ness was still processing, you touch his finger!?

YOU TOUCHED HIS FINGERS ?! There is no way in hell he would ever wash his hand. Ness being a freak brought his finger closer to his nose and inhaled your touch. A lewd low sound leaving his lips.

"Aw...more...I want more..." he whispered. His eyes trailed out of the window to look at you, walking away. His purple eyes stared at you as he bit his bottom lip.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #blue lock x y/n #ness x reader #ness alexis #ness alexis x reader

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lokisgoodgirl · 8 months

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LGG... I skipped through my gallery and found a picture... A picture which still haunts my dreams and I'm pretty sure you remember it, too...

Credits to @youlackconviction for this masterpiece. I'm still not over it. 😫

Friend, send help, please. 🥴

I'm feral over this pic and I'm not joking.

OH I REMEMBER IT WELL!!! All hail the original version too, but @youlackconviction knocked it out the park with this edit. I'm still salivating 😁😁😂

I feel like you should just bite the bullet and have it printed as a huge poster to put above your bed. If you can't beat em, join em!

@lokischambermaid @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbsblr @acidcasualties @glitchquake @skymoonandstardust @ladyofthestayingpower @gigglingtiggerv2 to refresh your memories 😘

#im fine #loki asks

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ismileeprnc · 1 year

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ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄 𝗻𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 (𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗼𝗿)

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: 𝗻𝗼

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 🙃 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 💚

❥Mᴀʀᴋ’s first time would be his last time coming with you after you made him ask a sales associate where their “panty lickers,” were. You couldn’t help but giggle as he stomps back over to you with a faint shade of pink on his cheeks.

“You’re so annoying.” He says through closed teeth and pulls you by the hip to pinch your cheek.

❥Rᴇɴᴊᴜɴ. I see him being quite helpful actually. Being the artist he is and knowing how often he plays around with colors, he would be the best with matching sets and picking out items he found were the prettiest.

❥Jᴇɴᴏ saw you were upset when the bra you wanted wasn’t in your size. So what does he do? Checks the mannequin, that just happened to be wearing the last of your size, unclamps it, and skips back over to you with a giddy smile.

“My lady.” He bows proudly with the straps dangling from his finger.

“No way! How did you— jeno, why is that mannequin missing a bra?”

❥Hᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ. You turned your back for one second and he's nowhere to be found. He couldn’t have chickened out when he was so adamant about coming with you so where the hell did he go? It wasn’t until later when you were ready to checkout, you found him in the perfume gallery, holding ten different bottles while trying to sniff them all at once.

“Babe, you have to get these! They smell so good!”

❥Jᴀᴇᴍɪɴ would be helpful too. Versus renjun, he would help you pick items based on detail and material. Absolutely hates anything lace cause, “it rips too easily when I take them off.” Oop 🫢 And wants you to try them all on before he buys them. For the next 20 minutes, you had to endure his shameless flirting. If he said sexy one more time…

❥Cʜᴇɴʟᴇ is going to spoil you. End of story. Price is not an object. If you like it, he wants you to get it and will make a big fuss if you put something back.

“But you like those!” Or “did I say there was a budget?” And “it’s okay. Just let me take care of you.”

Lele is literally the sweetest, and kisses your cheek after swiping his card.

❥Jɪsᴜɴɢ. It took you the longest time to convince him to come in so for his sake, you try not to stay too long, and allow him to cling to you as you went about the store. He, surprisingly though, gave you feedback on a pair of blue silk panties you picked up that had a cute little black on the front.

“Those are pretty.”

#nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions #nct dream headcanons #nct dream scenarios #nct dream x reader #nct dream blurbs

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lettheladylead · 27 days

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Ok really random and I’m sorry to bother you but I’ve found this screenshot in my gallery a few days ago and I just can’t find out from which comic it is💀 I feel like I screenshotted this from your blog so I looked through all your listed Goldie scanalations but can’t find it…if you remember where this is from pls tell me I’m going insane lmao 💕

Also I love your account I’ve been following (and stalking) it for years now💕

thats from topolino 3468, this comic here:

i havent scanlated yet cuz its an Area 15 comic and i want to scanlate those in order lol but i might skip ahead to it 'cause ive been so slow with scanlations lately

also thank you!!!

#isuspisus #carro answers

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nishimiyachan55 · 2 months

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My curse boyfriend

(chapter 2)

Pairing: Mahito(jujutsu kaisen)x reader

Chapters: 2/?

Other chapters: chapter 1 , 3

Human?

The sound of the alarm wake you up from your sleep with a shudder. Burying your face in to your comfortable pillow you reached your hand to the table beside your bed, searching for your phone. When your hand touched on it, you grabbed it and turned off the alarm. Your head still refusing to get up from the bed, you pushed your self up placing two palms on the sheet. Sitting up on your bed, you scratched your messy hair with a yawn. After stretching up your arms you jumped out of the bed. Still with a sleepy head, eyes half closed you walked towards the bathroom door . The first thing you do in the morning is looking at yourself in the mirror. splashing water on to your face you started your morning ritual. Brushing your teeth, taking bath and obviously doing your skincare routine. After freshening up your self you came back to your room.

It was too early for you. You never wake up this early everyday. You always sleep late after watching anime or series eventually to wakeup late in the morning. Taking your phone in one hand, you walked to the kitchen to make your morning coffee. While making it you started scrolling through your phone. There were so many texts and calls from your friend.

"When did i put my phone on silent mode?!"

You were so tired from yesterday. So you rushed to your bed as soon as you got home, even skipping the dinner. You read your friend's messages. She was definitely mad at you for not picking up her calls and for not answering her texts. After all she is the one who helping you to complete your assignment. You always finishes your assignments on the deadline and she was always there to back you up.

She send pictures of study materials you needed for your work. You scrolled through them opening your phone gallery. So many pages from articles. Scrolling through them, at the end of it you saw it. his picture...The one you captured yesterday...the picture of Mahito holding the coffee cup. The moment you saw it, your lips subconsciously curved into a smile. The moments you spend with him....his cute smile, his soft voice, that mesmerizing eyes..... everything came to your mind. You stood there smiling at his picture, forgetting about everything around you.

The sound of your door bell break you from your thoughts with a jerk. You closed your phone and walked to the door. Opening it you saw your friend standing in front of you. Her face didn't look pleasant. Of course she would be mad at you.

"Where were you last night!? Why didn't you pick my phone! I was so worried if something happened to you. So i couldn't hold back coming this early to your apartment"

She yelled at you. How lucky were you to have a caring friend like her. Struggling to make a smile on your face, trying to calm her down you said

" ha..ha..ummm.......ahh... l-i....were in a d..date..."

Hearing this, her face turned red with anger and she yelled at you with big mouth

"huh!!!! You went on a date while i was struggling to find materials for your WORK..... What is wrong with YOu..!! Will you ever take your works seriously....."

You couldn't utter a word against her anger. Even if you could, you knew you don't deserve to say a word against her. Holding on to her hand you tried to calm her.

"i..am sorry......im really... really... sorry...i swear i won't do it again...now please calm down... please...."

The last word came as a faint breath. Taking deep breaths she tried to cool herself down.

"okay fine. I forgive you this time. Hmph...!"

Still holding an annoyed face she walked into your apartment. With a big sigh! You wiped the sweat formed on your forehead. She is so scary when she is mad.

You walked to your room holding two coffee cups in your hand. Your friend was sitting on your bed looking on to the laptop screen, papers scattered on the bed. She was arranging materials she found for you. She always help you on your assignments. Maybe because of that reason you always didn't give much importance to your assignments. Even if you run late, she was always there as a backup for you.

You sat next to her. She was still looking into the screen. But now she doesn't look mad, just focusing on what she is doing

"so...how was it?" She asked in a low voice not taking her eyes off the screen.

"what!?" You gave a confused look

"The date. was it good? Who was the guy?"

She asked curiously.

"oh...! It was really nice. I mean really....nice. i enjoyed it so much. We went to the movies, coffee shop and he even walked me home. He was such a nice guy" your exhilaration was clearly visible on your face and voice.

She silently listened to you, typing on the keyboard. "Really! Is he around from here?"

"um...i don't know. I didn't ask him. I met him yesterday at the library. Oh!! You should see him. He is super hot...like extremely hot....still couldn't get his number though..." You pouted at the last line.

"Ah...but i got his picture......" You said that in a singsong tone with sparkling eyes. You opened your phone gallery and showed her his picture "here...see..." .

She looked to the picture and looked back at you with a frown on her face, eyes hooded "see what!!? Picture of the wall of a shop!!?"

She couldn't see anything besides the wall. How is she suppose to see him, he was a curse. Not all people could see him. And here you were so dumb that you couldn't even understand that he wasn't a human. Maybe you were so flattered by his looks that you didn't even care to think about his weird appearance.

"what...!!? Look at the picture...the person" You pointed it to her as if she didn't notice him.

"what! Are you mocking me?? Ughh... it's not funny.. I don't have time for your silly play. If you have time then just help me...how annoying"

Hearing her saying this your smile faded from your face. You started feeling a little pressure on your chest. Your heartbeat slowly raising, drops of sweat started to foam on your forehead.

"are you serious...!? Really you cannot see....him!!?" Your voice cracked asking her one more time hoping she was trying to fool you. But she wasn't.

"how many times i have to tell you.... there is nothing, but a wall...now stop annoying me" she said it clearly showing her irritation.

With that look on her face, you knew she wasn't playing with you. You couldn't move your self from there when the realization hit you. All those memories came to your mind, people looking at you when you were walking and talking with him, the employee on the coffee shop, his weird look, it wasn't from your wet clothes...it was from your actions. This whole time you were talking to yourself like a mad person. No one could see him. Probably they all might thought you were crazy.

You sit there still for some time like you were frozen. Then you slowly raised your self from the bed and walked to the washroom. "I'll be right back" you said to her.

You walked trying not to collapse from shivering and you closed the washroom door. Looking to your reflection on the mirror you opened the tap. Your hands shivering, your eyes filled with water, clinging your teeth so hard, you stared into your face. He wasn't human!?...then what was he!?.... Your brain couldn't handle it. Your vision blurred,You felt dizzy You thought you will pass out on the floor. But you didn't. You started to breath heavily, trying to calm your self. Good for you it worked. Heartbeat slowly turned to normal as you swallowed air. You curled your fists trying to stop shivering. After some minutes your body came to normal.

Closing the tap you walked out of the bathroom like normally. You joined your friend, trying to work on your assignment. Shifting your thoughts from him to your work. But then there were the book, the book...he gave you. You tried to hold on to your self again concentrating on your work.

Fade sunlight hit your face through the window when you were laying on your bed, your wrist resting on your forehead. Staring onto the cieling, your mind replayed all the memories you spend with him. What was he....? The same question echoed in your mind. But then you remembered it....his last words. "hm….. contacting me huh…well don’t worry. If I wanna see you again I’ll definitely find you". Thinking about it made you shiver. Find me! He said he will find me. What if he really finds me. He didn't see my apartment though. So he won't come here. Maybe im just over thinking. Its all over, he is never going to find you. Maybe he might forgotten you and moved on with his daily life.

You tried to convince yourself that everything is fine. Shifting your eyes from the cieling to the laptop screen on your side you pushed your self to sit. With a wandering mind You scrolled through the work your friend had done for you before she left. Closing the laptop you throw your head back against the pillow. Closing your eyes you slowly fell to sleep.....

Closing the door of your professor's room, you walked outside the corridor. Lowering your head you slipped your hand into your bag. Walking straight to the library you took the book out from your bag and slowly started walking up to the stairs. It's been a week since you met him now. You finished your assignment and now you're going to return that book to the library.

Seriously it was a tough week. All that heavy load of work made you really stressed out. but it wasn't that stressed you more, it was the memories of him. You were so scared you didn't even sleep well. Nightmares wake you up from your sleeps. But still....even if you were scared.... Even if you knew it wasn't right.....you couldn't push back this feeling..... this feeling of wanting to see him again. whenever you thought about him, you couldn't stop the smile formed on your lips.

You reached the library room. The lady on the counter was there smiling and greeting to you. You gave the book to her. that's when she asked

"what about the other book you took, are you going to return it anytime soon?"

The other book!! That's when the thought clicked, The book you took for Mahito. What were you thinking at that time. Why did you took that book on your responsibility for a complete stranger. You were not even sure if you could meet him again. Maybe you were so happy at that time because he helped you by giving that book to you. You were so eager to help him back that your stupid brain didn't even think.

"Ah....i will return it as soon as im done reading it"

You answered her with a fake nervous smile. The library was quiet because it was late evening and most of the students left home already. You slowly walked to the aisle randomly skimming through the names on the book stacks. When you reached to a dark corner of the library you stopped your footsteps. It was more quiet there compared to other parts of the library. A place more dark and nobody could find you from there that easily.

Standing before a shelf your fingertips brushed though the stacks. Your first meeting with him, the way your eyes locked with his through the shelf, all came to your mind. With a smile on your lips you slowly lifted your hands, looking up the shelf above your head you tried to pull back a book. It was a little high so you lifted your self balancing on your toes struggling to pull it out. That's when a hand came to your sight. A pale hand with stiches on the wrist. Holding on the back of your palm he pulled the book out. You jumped back from the sudden touch. But only for your back to hit his chest.

You peered up tilting your head. Your eyes met with his heterochromatic ones, staring into you with a soft smile. His one hand was still held up holding that book up and his other hand wrapped around your waist. You couldn't blink your eyes from the sight of his face. It felt like you skipped a heartbeat. Your eyes were glowing from happiness, excitement and also a hint of fear.

"i knew i could find you here Y/n" he smiled at you, his innocent smile told you how happy he was to see you. "Are you happy to see me..? I told you i would find you if i want..." He wrapped his other hand on your chest and pulled you closer to his chest giving you a tight hug. He pressed his cheek on to yours rubbing like a child adoring a plushie he like.

"why were you smiling Y/n..? Were you thinking about me??" . Loosening his hand Mahito turned you to face his side. He planted his two arms on your shoulder holding you straight to his body still holding that book in one hand.

"i.....uh.....no....i...was thinking about something else.." you lied to him trying not to show your blush.

"hmm.... really! Haha... You are such a bad liar Y/n. I know you were thinking about me and... you were smiling" he leaned his face closer to yours almost touching your lip. You tried to pull your self back but his hand held you in place with a strong grip.

"i really enjoyed our last date. I couldn't stop thinking about you after that." He told this with a soft soothing voice almost like a whisper. Leaning back taking his hands off your shoulders he examined the cover of the book which he held in his hand.

" i tried finding you on that street near your home where we last saw each other. But i couldn't find you. I came here too....but still couldn't find you... until now"

He was looking for me??!! You felt a cold feeling in your chest. Your brain trying to steady your self.

"why!?....why were you looking for me?" You looked to the side floor and asked him.

"Because i wanted to have more fun with you..." moving his eyes up and down, he observed your body from top to bottom with a sinister look in his eyes. "You know trying new things....and also....i wanted to give this book back to you" he took a book out from his back and held it in front of you. The book you took for him.

"Huh....!!!". You stared blankly at him then reached your hand to take it from him. You wondered where did he hid that book! His back!? sheesh....what are you thinking....he is not even a human. So why questioning that. You closed your eyes and put your curled up fist on your mouth trying not to giggle.

"so....are you gonna take this one for me next Y/n?" Pointing at the new book which he pulled from the shelf, he asked.

"ah....if you want it then..... maybe i can take it for you" you smiled at him. At this point the pressure of fear had completely disappeared from your chest. Even with that sinister look in his eyes you tried to convince yourself that he is not dangerous.

"okay,...so, what are we going to do today?Hmm.......We already watched a movie together.....and drink coffee....so! What's next!?do you have anything in your mind Y/n??" He started walking to the library counter looking on your side over his shoulders.

"hmm..... I don't have anything particular in mind..." You said thinking about what to do. You returned the previous book to the staff lady and took the new one. Mahito stood beside you leaning against the counter resting his elbow on the desk, placing his hand on the side of his cheek a thumb pressing on to his lips. His eyes flickering to your side and the staff lady's, simply observing your conversation. you walked out with him to the stairs after you done with her.

"what about i come with you to your home?" His question made you jolt. You stared into his face. Taking him home with me??? That's not a good idea. He is not a human. He is something else. You can't bring him home. He could be dangerous even if he doesn't look like one. But still.... something screamed in your head to say no to him. But....

"okay...." That word came from your mouth, even when your mind screamed the danger to you. How could you say no to him looking at that innocent face.

When you two reached downstairs he walked ahead of you, thinking about all the experiments he could do with you. his smile turned into an evil grin, "I'll make our this date even better than last one Y/n...so better....that you'll never forget it in your entire life...."

#mahito #jjk #jjk mahito #jujutsu kaisen #mahito x reader #jujutsu kaisen anime #jujutsu kaisen manga #cursed spirit #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #mahito x y/n

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Summary: Finishing your shift at the gallery, your Coworker walks you out before the beginning of theirs. [Anon Request for my series Night Gallery. Ask at end for spoiler reasons]

"Headin' out for the night, Y/n?"

Eyes ahead. You pop the lock on your locker and sort through your belongings. Bag. Wallet. All the important things were there. Leaving candy bars and small photos of yourself secured their safety, but there was no harm in doubt checking. Gathering them up, you swing your bag onto your shoulder and turn towards the room door. A wrapper crinkles from the breakroom table.

"Y/n?"

Your fingers miss the knob as they speak. You correct yourself, freeing your mouth of its dryness. "Yea... My shift ends in a few minutes."

"Oh, sweet! I finally found my coat so I'll head out with you." Chair legs scrap across the floor. A step-

"You can't."

They stop.

"Why not?"

"You have the morning shift, remember?"

They huff. "You're right... but it's not sweat if I skip one day. At least let me walk you to the front."

Your head shifts towards the clock. "Alright.."

The gallery was at during this hour. The time when everything stilled and you were undeniably alone as the world woke. As you approach the exit, a happy hum ghosts your tail; its stride leaping to a skip when you attempted to create distance.

"I'm so glad we were able to meet up tonight."

It takes all of you not to stop. Your coworker is walking beside you now, making your pace to the exact beat. You feel the radiation of their smile; cold fingers brushing yours.

"With my shift change, we rarely see each other anymore."

Your tongue shifts uncomfortably against the floor of your mouth, but your lips stayed sealed. Had they visited just a little earlier, maybe you could have entertained them for just a little while.

"I really miss you."

A tug on your sleeve. The outside world presents itself to you from gated windows; held at bay by a weight on your back. Lavender locks tickle your cheek; your arm limp in their grasp - fist balled.

"Please don't leave me all alone here. I want to be with you. Things are so much better when you're here."

You will yourself to unclench your hand, placing it over theirs. The coolness of their skin pools beneath the coat. "Don't worry. I'll be back tomorrow. Like always."

Their muscles tense, but you're go. "...Okay."

You take the chance to leave. Standing outside in the beneath the waking sun, you look back. There they stand; unblemished skin, eyes like a moon lit lake. The security jacket hangs off their shoulders and bunches around their wrists; a

The words crawl from the pit of your stomach. "How did you find your coat?"

They wait too long to answer. "Crazest thing. Someone stole it and was wearing it somewhere around on the third floor."

"Goodbye, Anri."

"We both know that it isn't. See you soon, Y/n.

The doors close behind you. You pull out your phone and send to message to your coworker to check on them. There will never be a reply. You take a seat on the step of the gallery, waiting for the doors to open so you can fulfill your promise.

#Night gallery tag #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n

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areyoudreaminof · 10 months

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I'll Take You To The Boba Shop: Day 7 AU

@elucienweek Day 7 AU

Elucien Boba Shop Date AU!

This is a small gift for the wonderful and unhinged group of people I've met these past few months. You all inspire me, make me laugh, and lift me up. It has been such a thrill to have found you all. You know who you are. Slurp that boba down, but don't choke! Read on Ao3!

I cannot thank @separatist-apologist enough for commissioning this piece and zolyna on instagram for her artwork. 🧋

Elain

Elain was beginning to sweat, but she really couldn’t blame the weather.

No, it was a beautiful summer evening, the kind of evening that had a breadth of soft warmth beneath the breeze. The sky stretched across the horizon, the deep blue of late afternoon was making way for the pinks and golds of sunset and the rays hit her face like a soft kiss. The wind fluttered through her hair and dress just enough so that her curls didn’t catch on her lip balm. It was the perfect sort of day that Elain would otherwise have savored. But she was too nervous to savor anything just yet.

Instead, she found herself pacing outside the café, sandals clacking against the pavement as she tried not to check her phone again just in case he pulled up. Elain didn’t want him to think she was one of those girls who lived and died on their phone. She didn’t want to look impatient or bored when he met her. She wanted him to think she was as effortless and cool as her sisters were. She wanted him to talk to her for hours again. She just wanted him.

It was only her second date with Lucien Vanserra, and she had it bad.

It was Feyre that introduced them at her art gallery opening two weeks ago. Elain had heard his name thrown around, brushing it off as another one of Feyre’s pretentious art friends. Her last boyfriend, Graysen, had been pretentious enough and she really didn’t think she could handle an artist with a capital A. But, as it turned out, she really couldn’t handle being immediately attracted to Lucien. She had never seen hair so red and vivid, tied off his face in a way that reminded her of some sort of ancient god (or an anime character). The scars that swept across his glass eye just made him even more gorgeous. Her tongue got caught in her throat and her heart threatened a quick exit out of her chest when he held his hand out to her. She didn’t say much to him that first time, but he somehow (Feyre, most likely) found her bakery last week and asked her for drinks after she closed. Elain wasn’t sure how her tongue managed it, but they spent the rest of the evening talking with such ease that she felt as if she’d known him all her life, and she floated as he walked her home. The flirty texts hadn’t stopped so Elain gathered enough courage to ask him out for boba, her treat. Lucien mentioned that he had never had it before, and she knew just the spot. But now, as she flittered outside the doors, she wondered if this was the worst idea she’d ever had.

Her underarms began to sweat under the cotton dress while Elain thanked the Mother that the pink fabric wouldn’t show any sweat stains. Elain was overdressed in the ruffled sundress, but it was her color and it showed off her most of her cleavage, which she had even powdered with some jasmine dusting powder and was praying that it hadn’t solidified and bunched up between her boobs. She had spent an hour meticulously curling her hair to make the waves look natural. Looking at the window, she caught his reflection striding towards her. Elain spun around quickly. He looked downright golden in the white shirt he wore, sleeves so short she could see his broad biceps and forearms. Keep it together , she told herself, as she skipped over to meet him breathless, “You made it!”

“Of course, how could I miss this?” he laughed. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

“Oh no, I just got here. Besides, it’s too beautiful out to wait in the car.” she said hurriedly, “Are you ready?”

“I am. After you, my lady.” Lucien said as he held the café door open for her.

Lucien

He’d been waiting in his car at the back of the parking lot for half an hour when she pulled up.

They weren’t supposed to meet up until 5:30, but Lucien had woken up at the ass crack of dawn, too nervous to sleep. He took too long of a shower then agonized over his outfit like he was a teenager again, all before 8am. After nervously pacing his apartment for several more hours. At 4 he decided to give himself time to get to the café just in case he got lost. Lucien arrived too early with his stomach in his throat and waited. He somehow had managed to get a second date with Elain Archeron, and she had been the one to ask him. All bets were off, Lucien was pretty sure he was going to fall in love with this girl.

He had thought so the first time he saw her in that fleeting sort of way, almost as if to say look, almost like she was made for you . Lucien knew she was pretty, he certainly had seen her pictures all over Feyre’s social media, but to see her in person was a whole different experience. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Sure, running into her at her own bakery wasn’t exactly a coincidence on his part (he might have pestered Feyre for details), but it felt like fate after he walked her home that night after drinks. He had never talked so freely and openly with anyone before. Elain was beautiful, but she was also smart and funny in a way that Lucien suspected went unnoticed by others. Getting her text Monday morning to meet for boba (something he mentioned off handedly that he had never tired) put him into a tizzy the rest of the week. So, with his heart thrumming in his chest, he finally got out and made his way towards her. Dressed in a soft pink that brought out the gold in her thick hair, he tried not to run when she looked up at him.

“You made it!” she exclaimed, smiling at him. Lucien felt his breath hitch.

“Of course, how could I miss this?” he tried to laugh. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” Because I’ve been waiting all week , he thought.

“Oh no, I just got here and besides, it was too beautiful to wait in the car, are you ready?” she asked, her doe eyes meeting his own.

“I am. After you, my lady.”

Elain

The small boba shop was nestled comfortably between a hip vintage store and a yarn supply place. Elain had found it through word of mouth, and she came as often as she could. It had such a fun environment, it was reasonably priced, and they had the strawberry boba that she loved so much. She loved the place and thought that Bubble Butts might be perhaps the greatest name for a boba shop. The voluptuous cartoon duck on the logo looked over its shoulder in a come-hither look.

That duck gave her an unhinged idea.

Elain turned her head, angling her shoulder towards Lucien, who was looking up at the menu, and channeled her best seductive look in his direction.

“See anything you like?” she asked biting her lip. Like me, maybe?

“I do but, I don’t know what’s good. Do you have any ideas?” he said with a deep chuckle that made her shiver despite the warm air.

“Well, what do you like? Something sweet? Or something stronger?” she asked, making sure to bat her eyelashes slowly.

“I like sweet and strong.” He said, his lips curling into that vulpine smile of his.

“Black Milk Tea.” She blurted, scolding herself for not waiting a beat. She needed to get Lucien to like her, and the tea of course. “It’s sweet, but there’s a nice kick to it.” He smiled and nudged her shoulder with his, “Sounds good to me.”

She approached the counter with Lucien and recognized the tall dark-haired woman wearing a banana apron standing there. Elain brightly greeted her and made some small talk as quickly as she could before she ordered. Black Milk Tea for Lucien and her Strawberry Milk Tea with extra whipped cream. She didn’t hesitate for a moment. Strange, since she had always worried what she ate and drank on other dates. Graysen always made some snide comment about her weight, and she always forced herself to get lemon water. For some reason, she found she didn’t care if Lucien watched her slurp down her overly sweetened tea. As she placed their orders, she whipped out her card before Lucien could reach into his pocket and stopped him before he could protest.

“It’s my treat! And if you don’t like it, you can take me to something I’ve never tried next time.” she said quickly. A moment of panic set it. Next time? Slow down you idiot!

Lucien’s eyes widened in surprise for a fleeting moment, but he still smiled. “I’m taking you up on that..”

A loud brass bell rang out as another waitress with a thick Italian accent yelled, “Shrimp Check!” Elain giggled as the patrons began to sit up straight. The sound of wooden chairs dragging on tile over laughs and shouts pierced the murmur of the crowd. Dates raced once another to achieve perfect posture and children squealed as they shot up their shoulders.

“They make sure you’re not slouching.” Elain giggled in Lucien’s ear, “it’s a fun tradition.” Lucien seemed satisfied with the explanation as his eyes watched the chaos with a hint of mischief in his eye. Music played on the speakers while the workers behind the counter sang along. Elain loved the ambience and atmosphere, and she said a quick little prayer to herself that Lucien liked it too. She shot a quick compliment to the woman wearing a lavender jumpsuit and waved to a patron she recognized as a customer from her bakery. As the line behind them began to gain momentum, the perfect patio seat caught her eye just in time for their drinks to be placed in their hands. Passing a group of women, that included a redhead and brunette passionately comparing Star Wars and Taylor Swift lyrics, Elain led Lucien out to the small table, hoping to catch the golden hour with him.

Lucien:

They sat outside on the patio, the breeze smelling like soft jasmine and their drinks getting slick with condensation as they stepped out into the warm air. The owner of the shop had whispered a quick; “Take her somewhere good for dinner!” at him as they turned to sit outside. He obediently nodded, slyly stepping next to Elain. The way Elain had looked at him over her shoulder? He about got on his knees right then and there.

He’d take her somewhere good, alright. There was that Polish diner a few blocks over, they could walk and take their sweet time. But what Lucien really wanted to do was take her home. He was a decent cook, he told himself. He would make her dinner or bake something with her. It didn’t have to be like that just yet.

Across the table, Elain glowed in the golden sunlight. Her dress was graciously cut, and her hair made her look like some sort of nymph. One hand rested on the table; her small fingers were splayed towards him as the other cradled her face as it rested on her elbow. His heart thumped in his chest as he placed his hand awkwardly flat on the center of the table, near her outstretched fingers. Wait, he told himself, ease into it, then hold her hand. He felt sixteen again, in the best way. Elain made everything new and exciting.

“So, how did you get into PR at all? You mentioned your family did law.” Elain said curiously. She remembered somehow, he smiled to himself. “It’s a family business. I did pre-law in undergrad, but it really wasn’t for me. I liked talking to people but it felt, I don’t know, soulless.” He shrugged. “I fell into PR by accident, I took a marketing job right out of college, and I was good at getting up in front of people.”

Elain began to unwrap her straw, “Well you’ve done amazing with representing Feyre. Was the rest of your family supportive?” she asked as she took a sip of her pink drink.

Lucien poked the massive straw into the foil top of his own tea, finding it too tough to break. “My mother was which is really the only person’s opinion that mattered, and she was supportive. Beron could give a shit. Everyone else is in law one way or another. My older brother does a lot of high up corporate law work. The clientele is kind of sleazy, but he handles it all well enough. He pissed my father off even more than I did when I started his own practice.”

He popped the straw harder, flinching as the milky tea began to seep from the top. “Sorry, let me get that,” he mumbled as he grabbed a napkin. Elain was faster, reaching for the cup and bringing it to her puckering lips, tongue darting out quickly as she drank up the mess. Lucien swallowed hard. She looked at him wide-eyed, “What were you saying about your brother? That he worked with your dad before he started his own practice?”

“Y-yeah.” Lucien stammered, heat creeping up his neck, “Beron was not happy about it. Threatened to cut him off and everything. But he changed his tune when Eris’ firm was more successful than his ever was.” He sipped the massive straw as something slimy lodged in his throat.

Elain

Elain studied Lucien as he reached for the milk tea. Large hands gripped the cup as Elain wondered what his hands felt like gripping…the sounds of foil and plastic snapped her out of her thoughts.

“My brother does a lot of high up corporate work,” Lucien began “The clientele is sleazy, but he handles it well enough-” he gasped as he slammed his straw into the top of the cup, tea oozing out of the surface. Elain grabbed the cup on instinct, slurping the tea off the top, before she realized she hadn’t broken eye contact with Lucien, who was staring at her incredulously with a wad of napkins in his hand.

What is wrong with you, you animal? She scolded herself as she cleared her throat. “What were you saying about your brother?” she stammered, desperately hoping she’d saved her dignity.

Lucien’s eyes were as wide as saucers, his mouth agape. Elain’s heart hammered in her chest as she scolded herself for being so gross. Finally, Lucien responded, “Yeah, Beron wasn’t happy about it, but he changed his tune when Eris’ firm was more successful than his ever was.” Lucien took a long sip of his tea and Elain watched like a hawk. It was now or never. He’d either like it or hate it. As she opened her mouth to speak, his eyes grew wide, and Lucien began to gag. Tea sprayed out of his nose and mouth as he reached for the wad of napkins.

Elain gasped and shot up from her chair, pounding Lucien’s back as he coughed. Her heart dropped into her guts and embarrassment shot through her bloodstream. Why didn’t I warn him about the tapioca beads? She thought miserably. Lucien’s coughing began to subside, and she rubbed his back in small circles. “Let me get you some water.” She said trying not to panic. Sweeping into the store, she was met at the counter by two baristas who saw the whole thing. The young man handed her a large cup of water with a smile, while the soft-spoken young woman murmured, “There’s always a first timer.” Elain took two big steps out the door and handed the water to Lucien, who seemed to have caught his breath.

“I am so sorry, Lucien. I should have warned you.” She said, with her stomach churning. Teary eyed, Lucien just smiled as he looked up at her.

“I’m fine Elain. Just went down the wrong pipe.”

Elain handed him the cup with shaking hands, watching him gulp down the water. Even near death, he was stunning. But she just had do go and fuck it all up, had to go and nearly kill him and it wasn’t by sitting on his face, the way she had hoped.

Sheepishly, Elain sat back down. Fuck it , she thought, and reached across the table for his hand. His eyebrows shot up, but he took it.

‘Are you sure you’re alright?” she asked. “This is my fault; I am so sorry.”

Lucien laughed, eyes bright once more. “I am fine, Elain. Like I said, it went down the wrong pipe.” He reached for his forgotten tea, taking a smaller sip. “You were right though. The tea is great. Strong and sweet is just perfect for me.”

Elain giggled, sipping her own tea, and savoring the cream and strawberry. “So, I take it, I ruined boba for you. How can I make it up to you? Skydiving?”

Lucien smiled, the right side of his lips curling up into that vulpine smile of his. “I wouldn’t say anything is ruined. But I have an idea on how to make it up.” He said, squeezing her hand.

Lucien

The slimy thing bounced in his throat as Lucien coughed.

He wasn’t choking to death. He was coughing and coughing meant breathing. Lucien felt tears form in his eyes and his nostrils sting as tea escaped them. Beyond his own humiliation, he felt Elain’s small hands thump, thump, thump him on the back. Lucien had slurped that tea down that enormous straw like a child, but he truly thought the black beads that sat on the bottom were for decoration. He hadn’t realized they were part of the drink. Grabbing the napkin, he managed to spit the bead up and wiped his face of snot and tea as smooth as he could.

“Let me get you some water.” He heard Elain say as the tinkling little door chime rang behind him.

I’m such a fucking moron, he thought. He felt like the world’s biggest dumbass. Nearly vomiting on his dream girl on their first date. Lucien knew without a doubt she was running for the hills now. He wracked his brain trying to wonder what cosmic entity he offended, when Elain came back with a large cup of ice water in her hands.

“I am so sorry Lucien; I should have warned you.” Lucien looked up meeting her wide eyes that were filled with concern.

Clearing his throat “I am fine, Elain. Like I said, it went down the wrong pipe.” Taking a large gulp of water, he realized he hadn’t even registered the damn tea flavor. Taking a cautionary sip, Lucien was impressed by the flavor. He was even more impressed by Elain. How quickly she reacted, how concerned she was, and the fact that she had taken his hand in hers.

“You were right though. The tea is great. Strong and sweet is just perfect for me.” Just like you.

She giggled as that sweet smile crept back across her lips and a soft pink blush spread on her cheeks. “So, I take it, I ruined boba for you. How can I make it up to you? Skydiving?”

Lucien chuckled before he suddenly had an idea. “I wouldn’t say anything is ruined. But I have an idea on how to make it up.” He said, squeezing her soft hand.

“Oh?” Elain replied, arching one brow. “And what did you have in mind”

Lucien dove headfirst into the deep end, taking a breath; “Let me take you to dinner tonight. A friend of mine has a Polish diner a few blocks over and she does these amazing watercolors. We can cut through the park if you’d like.” Lucien’s heart sped up as he watched a dazzling smile light up Elain’s face.

“Oh, I’d love that!” she said. She cocked her head and rested it daintily on her chin. “Your hair looks like fire in this light.” she murmured.

“And you look like the sun itself.” Lucien said as he laced his fingers between hers. Her hair caught in the light of the golden hour and the pink of her dress deepened in the sun’s rays. Eyes of deep brown met russet, and Elain and Lucien watched the golden hour melt into twilight.

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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 38

As promised, we're celebrating my 30th birthday with a little update. 🎂🎁 This is definitely a filler chapter, and one that I fought with a lot. I'm not entirely happy with it, but we're going to move on. I have so many exciting things coming for this AU that I can't wait to share with you. Thank you all for reading! 💙💜💚

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Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW (kinda)

Word Count: 5,461

It had been three months since Feyre’s gallery showing and Elain and Azriel were living in utter bliss. Though the quietness from Elias and Azriel’s brothers kept him on edge, he didn’t let that affect them. Even agreeing to let up on her security protocols for getting dropped off at work—seeing as she was late twice. Granted, she had to sway him a bit, which meant she ended up kneeling on the couch and then bent over the armrest.

Not that she minded one bit.

Since she’d broken through that last barrier of her trauma, Elain felt like a new woman. One who was fully confident sexually and able to give Azriel more of herself.

He took full advantage of it too. Just last night, they were going at it doggy-style, but rather than maintaining an upright position like her ex would, Azriel leaned over her and held her against his chest so she slid up and down his body, their skin maintaining contact.

Holding them both up with one arm, he wrapped the other one around her, securing her to him. Elain had never thought doggy-style could hold any kind of intimacy—any sort of romance—but like always, Az surprised her with how he pleasured her. He liked the feeling of her against him when they fucked and, well, she loved it too.

Elain smiled to herself as she made her way to the private wing of the emergency room where high-valued patients were kept. Viviane had paged her, telling her someone requested her specifically for a consultation. “Hi Viv,” she called when the bleach blonde appeared in her line of sight.

“Ellie,” she smiled. “Thank you for coming down. I tried to persuade him to have a regular check-up before going straight to a surgical consultation, but he was insistent,” Viv explained handing over the iPad with the patient’s medical chart on it.

Glancing through the notes, nothing stood out to her.

“Do you recognize the name?”

She shook her head. “I don’t. I’ve never heard of this man before.” Her brows furrowed as she tapped the screen, digging further. “There’s not much here. What is he in for?”

“Appendicitis. Said you took out a friend’s and they recommended you.”

Elain looked up at her friend and caught the caution in her eyes. “You don’t believe him.” It wasn’t a question.

Viviane shrugged a shoulder. “If he has appendicitis, then he’s got a very high threshold for pain tolerance.”

“Do you think he’s lying to hide what’s really wrong?”

“Possibly. Though I’m not sure what it could be that he couldn’t tell me but will tell you.”

Hugging the iPad to her chest, Elain said, “Well, there’s only one way to find out.” Striding to the closed door of a private room, she knocked and entered. “Hello, Mr. Thompson. I’m Doctor Ar—”

She froze three steps into the room.

Because the man that turned around on the other side of the exam table was none other than Elias Hewn himself.

He smiled sinisterly at her. “Hello, Elain Archeron,” he cooed.

Like a doe, she turned to bolt from the room but found the door being slammed shut and blocked by another man, larger in stature than Elias. A guard of some sort, she assumed. The size of him, the way his biceps bulged when he crossed his arms indicated she was likely correct in that assumption.

Trapped.

She was trapped.

Her heart skipped in her chest as fear settled in. Whirling around to face Elias, Elain lifted her chin and told him, “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve to come here.”

The man chuckled, slowly walking around the table and towards her. “You should consider yourself lucky I merely came here and didn’t take you while you were leaving.” His head cocked to the side. “Though, correct me if I’m wrong, that’s already happened to you, has it not?” he taunted.

How he knew about her kidnapping was beyond her, but then again, he played in a world she wasn’t completely privy to. News about Azriel’s girl getting kidnapped by Hybern and his killing them probably spread like wildfire in the underworld.

His lips curved up even more. “I’ll take your silence as confirmation.” He moved closer to her, stepping into her personal space and letting his eyes flick over her face. “I can see why Azriel is so taken with you. You really are gorgeous.”

“Azriel,” she snapped, “is taken by more than just my looks. I don’t think I could say the same for you.” Elain folded her arms across her chest, careful with the iPad still clutched in her hand. “What the fuck do you want?”

Elias tugged on a lock of hair, letting the curl wrap around his finger before thumbing one of the earrings that her boyfriend gave to her for her birthday.

They were gorgeous halo studs, sapphires in the center, and surrounded by diamonds. He had been insistent that she keep them when she tried to tell him they were too much and took to using his mouth into persuading her.

His lips curled up. “Azriel has good taste in jewelry.” His knuckle ran over the curve of her cheek. “Is that how he keeps your legs spread?”

Elain’s face heated at the words, at the implication. But she bit her tongue, letting him think he was luring her in.

He leaned forward until his lips touched the shell of her ear. “I could show you things he never could.” He said it in a daze, almost trance-like. His body shifted closer until any large breath would have his chest brushing hers.

Her blood raced as he encroached in on her, dominating her person with his presence. And just when she knew he thought he had her, Elain brought her arm back and cracked it across his face, hard enough to send his head snapping to the side. “Do not touch me,” she snarled, stepping back to add space between them.

His fingers touched his cheek, mouth parting in what she could only describe as shock.

Before he could say anything, she snarled, “How dare you come in here, posing as a patient, and lay your hand on me.” Her heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings. Like a symphony of an enemy’s drum as it approached.

Faster than she could detect, his hand snapped forward, gripping her by the throat and pinning her against the door. Her back smacked the wood, knocking the breath from her lungs. “Do you have any idea what you two have done to me? To my company?” he hissed in her face. The rage that lined his features reminded her so much of that night with her ex-fiancé. She knew what happened when men lost their temper; remembered seeing that same viciousness in his eyes that she saw in Graysen’s.

But Elain wasn’t the same woman she was when he tried to assault her. No, she was the girlfriend of a mobster. Despite the fear racing through her veins, it was time the world recognized and respected her power for who she was. She wasn’t going to let her terror make her cower to this man.

Throwing on her best sneer, ignoring how hard her chest was beating, she told him, “That sounds like more of your poor planning than our problem. And you need to leave. Now.”

Elias’s dark eyes narrowed, fingers tightening around her throat, restricting her airway that much more, as he looked at her. Really looked at her. Assessed her in a way that told her he was trying to determine how much of a fight she’d put up. He released her neck, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants like he was restraining himself from grabbing her again. “You and I are connected, Elain. I felt it the first moment we met.”

She nearly got whiplash from the change in direction, gulping down quiet breaths now that his hand was removed from her throat, but she focused on his words.

The night of the fundraiser, when he sniffed the skin of her inner wrist and grabbed her when she denied him what he wanted. “There is no connection between us, Elias. You need to get that through your skull.”

“Then how do you explain you sensing my presence at the club?” he asked, cocking his head to the side once more, dark hair sliding across his brow. “I know you felt me watching you—saw you looking around for me.”

“I didn’t know it was you.” A lie. She and Azriel both were convinced it was Elias at the club even though Az never found footage of him. He had to have come in some sort of disguise.

A smile curled up the side of his mouth. “Liar. You knew it was me.”

She stayed quiet.

Elias shook his head, laughing to himself in a way that had her blood going cold. “Believe what you want, pet, but we both know the truth—”

Elain had had enough of his games. Pushing off the door and forcing him to take a startled step back, she demanded, “What do you want, Elias? I won’t ask again.”

He shifted on his feet. “I just want you both to know how easy it is to get to you. That no matter how much security he has in place, I can still find you.” He stepped closer, leaning in until his mouth grazed her cheek in a featherlight kiss.

Her body locked up, but she refused to show him just how much his closeness affected her.

“I will exact my revenge on you both. You won’t know when, or where, but one day I’m coming for you for what you did. And when I do, we will have so much fun.”

Anxiety gripped her chest at his words. At the underlying threat in his tone. She knew he wasn’t lying; that one day, he would take what he believed he was owed. But the worst fear was that she didn’t know how he would try and take his revenge.

“Have a good day, Doctor Archeron,” he murmured, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, and tell Azriel good luck getting to me.” Shooting her a wink, he and the other male strode from the room, the door clicking shut behind him and his guard.

Elain gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth as a sob tore out of her throat. She dropped the iPad to the ground and pulled out her phone with shaky fingers. Clicking on Azriel’s name, she put the phone to her ear.

He answered before the second ring. “Hello, love.”

A strangled sound escaped her that had him instantly on alert.

“Elain,” he said her name urgently. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

She sniffed, hating the tears that built in her throat and were threatening to flow down her cheeks. Pathetic—it was absolutely pathetic how much he affected her, but she couldn’t stop the droplets from rolling down her cheeks. “He was here,” she said so quietly, Elain wasn’t even sure Az could hear her.

“Who, Elain?”

Swallowing the painful lump, she breathed, “Elias.”

The line went silent for half a second. And then she heard him moving. “Did he touch you?” The wrath in his voice had some dark piece of her soul stirring.

She debated on telling him or not, knowing it would anger him further, but eventually decided to go with the truth. “He…he grabbed my neck,” she told him, fingers grazing the skin of her throat where she was concerned bruises might form. “Az—he was at the club that night. He told me.”

Her boyfriend swore low and filthily. “I should’ve put a fucking bullet in him when I had the chance.”

The words didn’t bring her any comfort, something he must’ve sensed because he added a bit more softly, “El, the Moonbeam twins are in the lobby waiting for you. I’m on my way. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Elain tried to take a steadying breath. “I’m okay, Az.”

“I’d like to see that for myself.”

She didn’t get the chance to argue further before the door of the exam room swung open revealing Connall and Fenrys, along with a very concerned-looking Viviane.

Finding her kneeling on the floor—when had she gotten down here?—the golden blond twin was instantly moving to her side, lying a comforting palm on her back.

“How the fuck did he get in here?” he snarled at the nurse.

Viviane blanched at the tone. “He came in by ambulance.” Hence why neither of the twins saw him enter the building.

“And you just let him in here with her alone?”

Those crystal blue eyes turned to ice. “How was I supposed to know he was a threat to her? He used a different name and it’s not like you’re out here waving around pictures and names of people who are a threat to her for me to review. Of course, I wouldn’t have let him near her if I had any inkling that he was dangerous.”

Azriel’s midnight voice cut through the arguing, having heard the exchange. “Love, can you pass me off to Fenrys, please?”

Elain tapped his shoulder to get his attention before offering up her phone. She kept her gaze on her lap, trying to work through the anxiety in her mind until her breathing slowed, going through the motions she established with her therapist.

“Mr. Knight, I—” he was interrupted by Azriel.

And although she couldn’t hear the conversation, she had a vague idea of what he was saying. That Viviane was her friend and she’d never let any harm come to her knowingly.

“Yes,” Fenrys said. “By ambulance.” From the corner of her eye, she caught him nodding his head along to whatever was being spoken to him on the other line. “No, of course. I will…sure.” The twin passed her back the phone.

Her boyfriend’s voice was a welcome balm to her worries. “Elain, would you like to take the rest of the day off and go home, or do you want to work until the end of your shift?”

She was surprised by his offer, having figured he’d want her to go home immediately. “You don’t want me to come home?”

He paused, likely debating her question and how to answer it. “The decision is not mine. It’s yours. Now that Elias has approached you, I don’t believe he’ll do it again at the moment. However, if you do choose to stay and work, I would like the twins inside the lobby to monitor who comes and goes.”

Elain didn’t want to let Elias’s sudden presence affect her. She refused to give that to him. If she was going to be Az’s partner in life, she couldn’t let events like this control her from doing her job; from living how she wanted to. Taking a deep breath, she told Azriel, “I want to stay.”

“My strong girl,” he murmured sweetly and she could hear the pride in his voice. “Okay, let them know you’re staying. I’ll swing by shortly just to check in—”

“No.” Elain was surprised at how sturdy her voice came out. “He wants to get a rise out of me, out of you. He likely anticipates you flying over here to check up on me and take me home, and is sitting out in the parking lot somewhere to watch. I don’t want to give him that satisfaction. Let’s make it seem like his threat isn’t worth our time. That will show him.”

She didn’t need to see his face to know it had taken on a deadly grin. “Spoken like a true queen of the underworld. I concur. Keep your eyes open for anything else and stay safe, El. Let the twins know what the plan is. I’ll see you tonight.”

After bidding him goodbye, Elain rose to her feet with a set determination she hadn’t felt in a long time. “All right…here’s what we’re going to do.”

~~~

A week after Elias’s surprise visit and Elain was starting to feel it. Three nights she’d woken up from nightmares, Azriel hovering over her as he attempted to pull her from her dreams. Despite her desire to not let him affect her, her dreams wouldn’t give her a reprieve.

Just last night she had shaken herself awake, breaths coming out in shallow gasps.

But Azriel was already pulling her into his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat soothe her racing one, to calm her heavy breathing. He’d run his beautifully scarred hands over her back; stroked through her damp air.

She’d take a few minutes to collect herself. Just allowing his presence, his scent to comfort her. Some nights he’d try to ask her about the dreams, but last night he just held her until she fell back asleep. Elain appreciated that he never pushed her into talking about her nightmares.

But after just three episodes, she was bound and determined to shake them.

That was how she found herself standing in Az’s—well, their—home gym, eying all the different equipment. He was currently in his office down the hallway, working, so she figured she could take advantage of his busy state.

Looking at all the weights and the bench, Elain felt herself feeling a bit intimidated, so she started on the treadmill to work up her courage. After two miles—huffing and puffing because fuck, she hated running—she hopped off and stretched out her muscles.

Glancing at the weight bench, Elain plucked her bravery from deep in her gut, slipped on a ten-pound weight on either side of the bar, and laid down. Twenty pounds wasn’t too heavy. She could do that.

Taking a deep breath, she slid the bar off the little hooks when it dropped on her chest. The wind was knocked from her lungs as she desperately tried to push the weighted bar off her, but it was no use. Her panic about being pinned down crept on the edge of her mind. Wheezing as she tried to catch her breath, Elain managed to get out a desperate, “Azriel!”

Quick footsteps sounded down the hallway and then he appeared in the doorway. A filthy curse word left his lips as he rushed over to her, gripping the bar with one hand and effortlessly lifting it off her chest and back onto the hooks. “Elain, hey. Are you all right?” he murmured, coming round to kneel beside her.

Panting, she went limp on the bench, eyes closing as she tried to level her breathing out.

He waited patiently for her to calm down, fingers squeezing her thigh and letting his thumb swoop across the fabric of her leggings. Once she was back to normal, Elain opened her eyes and found Azriel staring down at her.

“El, sweetheart…do you want to tell me what you were doing?”

Sitting up, she flipped her leg over the bench to face him fully. “I don’t want to feel weak again.” She cast her eyes down towards her lap. “Elias showing up at the hospital has put me on edge—”

“I know. It has for me too,” he told her, taking her hands in one of his.

She looked back up at his face. “I thought that maybe if I started using some of your weights, I’d feel safer. Like I could protect myself.” She eyed the weights next to her with disdain. “I must be weaker than I thought because I only stuck twenty pounds on it.”

Azriel’s lips curled up. “Elain, love, the bar itself weighs around forty pounds alone. You were trying to lift sixty.”

“Oh…” Well, that explained why she couldn’t lift it and made her feel less incompetent.

“And without a spotter.”

Golden-brown eyes met his hazel ones. “You don’t use a spotter.”

“I’m also well-versed in lifting weights. And I know my limits. I don’t go above them when I’m working out alone.” He lifted his palm to cup her cheek, letting his thumb swoop over the apple of it. “But you’re right. I don’t use a spotter and I should.”

He brushed his finger over her skin again. “Do you want to try again? With me here. And no weights—just the bar this time.”

Elain glanced at the weight bench and then back at him. “Not today. I think I’m done trying to lift weights for now. Can we go again in a couple of days?”

“Of course.” Az leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. “And you’re not weak, Elain. I’ve seen the things you can do…what Cash has taught you.” He reached up to stroke the delicate skin of her throat where she knew the finger-shaped bruises were starting to fade. “You are far from weak, my love.”

She felt those words brand themselves on her soul. He was right—of course, he was right. She was the girlfriend of a mob leader…she would never be weak again. Rising from the bench, she headed for the door but stopped at the threshold to look over her shoulder at him. “I’m going to shower. Care to join me?”

Heat flared in his eyes as he quickly followed behind her. “Like you have to ask.” Azriel swooped down to throw her over his shoulder, making her laugh.

“Az, I’m all sweaty. Put me down.”

He popped her on the ass. “You act like that’s going to stop me from ravishing you in the shower.”

And ravish her he did.

~~~~~

It had been a month since Elias had surprised Elain at the hospital and they had yet to hear another peep from him. Azriel had Ruhn searching for him, but even he had been unable to locate the fucker.

It infuriated him to no end, especially since he made the comment to Elain about “good luck finding me,” and directed it towards Az himself. Not being able to find him now was just a nail in the coffin of his rage.

Ruhn believed the bastard had gotten in with the Illyrian Mob, and he had to agree. Nobody else would be able to hide from him or his crew for this long without the help and resources of the rival gang. He also said that there was still no word on what they planned to do with the information about his relationship with Elain.

Just the two unknowns combined made him antsy for the other shoe to drop. However, he didn’t let that take away from his time with Elain.

“Still nothing on him. No phone records, no credit card purchases. He’s simply fallen off the face of the earth,” Ruhn growled through the phone, equally as pissed about being unable to locate the bastard.

Az sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Frankie has him hidden and protected. He would’ve had to if he planned to utilize him after what he did to Elain.”

The man on the other line paused before quietly asking, “How is she?”

“The bruises that fucker left on her neck are finally gone,” he snarled, rage building in his gut as he remembered seeing those finger-shaped purple marks dotting her immaculate pale flesh.

“We’ll find him, Azriel. I give you my word I’ll bring him to you for revenge.”

He let out a breath, knowing that Ruhn would do everything in his power to capture that fucker for him. Because Elias signed his death warrant when he laid his hands on Elain. “Thanks, Ruhn. Call me with any updates.” He ended the call, dropping his phone onto his desk and letting out a loud groan, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes until he saw spots.

It had been rough for his girl since he showed up at the hospital, though things had calmed down since then.

After about two weeks, her nightmares seemed to lessen and now she was rarely having any, thank fuck. He hated waking up in the middle of the night to her whimpered cries, body shaking from her terrors. Ached to take away her pain. To do anything other than just hold her after an attack. But that seemed to be all he could do for her at the moment. He just hoped it was enough for her.

His intercom on his phone buzzed and Nuala’s voice filtered through the line. “Mr. Knight: Feyre and Rhysand Archeron are here to see you.”

Fuck, he was not in the mood for company, knowing any little thing would set off his anger. He clicked the button to respond. “Thanks, Nuala. Send them in.”

Rising from his seat, Az buttoned his suit jacket just as his door swung open to reveal his siblings. Feyre leading, and Rhys carrying a large, flat object wrapped in paper. “Good morning, Feyre. Rhys. Is that my art piece?” he asked, nodding toward the hidden item.

“Indeed it is,” his sister chirped. “Where’s it going? The front wall?”

“Yes, right there,” he pointed towards the wall directly in front of his desk. Helping Rhys move the painting over, he ripped off the wrapping and stood back to admire the piece. “Fey, this is gorgeous. One of your best works. Thank you, for this.”

The artist beamed at the compliment. “It was truly a pleasure to paint this. And I’m happy you out of everyone connected with it.”

He knew what she was referring to, the fact that it was of an Illyrian from the history of his heritage, one he adamantly vocalized being against. It was a surprise for everyone when he requested that specific piece. But perhaps it was time to recognize the flaws and move past them.

“Do you want us to hang it?” Rhys asked, watching his brother closely. As a half-Illyrian—one who recognized and sympathized with him and his issues—he was the most curious about Az’s sudden change of heart.

And Cash, of course.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll email our maintenance team to come to hang it sometime this week.” He studied the art piece leaning against the wall. “But thanks for the offer.” Azriel walked back around his desk and sat down.

Feyre perched herself in one of the leather chairs, craning her neck around to brush a fingertip over the hole in the back. “Az, what happened here?”

He met her gaze and debated if he should tell them the truth or not. Opting for the former, he told them, “I threw my letter opener at Elias after he made some nasty comment about Elain. It embedded there in the leather.”

Their eyes went as large as saucers but it was Rhys who asked, “Does threatening everybody who comments about her seem like the wisest decision?”

“It makes me feel better,” he said petulantly, eyes flashing dangerously as if daring his brother to make another comment like that.

“I think what Rhys is getting at,” Feyre interjected to stop the brewing storm forming between the brothers, “is that will those threats come at a cost? Will it put Elain in more danger?”

Azriel sighed, rubbing at his brows. This was not a conversation he needed to be having with his siblings. But like normal, they were sticking their noses in a place where they didn’t belong. “Elain is in danger just by being with me. Since we’ve established that there is no going back on that, I will do everything in my power to make sure she’s safe. That she remains safe. And if that means threatening and putting myself between her and anyone who dares speak her name, then so be it. It is a price I am willing to pay.”

“Is she?” Rhys challenged.

“Come again?”

“Is she willing to let you put yourself in that position?” his brother clarified. At his silence, Rhys powered on. “Every threat you make, every enemy that comes forth puts her in danger, Az. It’s not just you anymore. You have to think of her—”

“I am thinking of her!” he snarled. “You don’t live in my world, Rhysand. You don’t understand the consequences of looking weak. I can’t just walk away. If I tried, they would come for me. And for her. I will not let that happen.”

His brother just looked at him; those violet eyes assessing his words. His anger. Finally, he leaned back in his seat, steepling his fingers together. “I only want to keep her safe, Az. She is more like a sister to me than an in-law. I will always look out for her well-being. Even if it’s against you.”

The words were like a blow. How far he had fallen with his siblings to see him as only endangering their family. His love. Perhaps, in their own way, they were right. Ever since he came back into Elain’s life, he had thoroughly derailed it. She’d been kidnapped, used as leverage, stalked, threatened…the list goes on.

But she had brought so much good to his life. Joy, happiness, a sense of purpose. He wanted to build a life with her. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he couldn’t have that and balance his more deadly self.

Feyre cleared her throat, recapturing his attention. “Elain told Nesta and me a little bit about what was going on when we went dress shopping.” She paused, chewing on her bottom lip. It was a nervous tick he picked up on—something she did when she was trying to figure out how to say something. “Is there still a threat going on?”

He and Elain had spoken about how much information they told their siblings. They had agreed on a “needs to know” basis, and well, this felt like it was needed to know. So, he told them everything. About Elias’s initial threat, his stalking at the club. Him seeking her out at the hospital. Azriel laid everything into the open for them.

His sister’s brows had gone straight to her hairline, her hand partially covering her mouth in shock. “That is…terrifying. How is Elain managing it?”

“Comes and goes. She had some nightmares after Elias sought her out at the hospital, but we’ve managed to get those under control. I’m trying not to be overbearing with her protection detail, but want to make sure she’s covered should anything happen. The Moonbeam brothers are staking out in the hospital lobby now.”

Rhys leaned forward to rest his elbows on the tops of his knees. “Maybe you guys should take some time. Get out of Velaris for a bit and let things calm down.”

He sighed, the breath whooshing from his chest. “I’d love to, but I don’t know if Elain has any vacation time built up.”

Feyre snorted. “Please. Elain hasn’t taken a vacation day since she was hired at the hospital for her residency two years ago. She’s got like two and a half weeks built up. And when her residency completes in a few months and they hire her as the attending, she’ll accrue like fifteen additional days a year.”

An idea took root as his sister-in-law spoke. “She told me that she wanted to go on a vacation. To the beach. I think a surprise trip is exactly what the doctor ordered.”

Rhys snickered at the pun.

“I’ll need to give her boss a few weeks’ notice. Maybe the middle of next month?” he said more to himself than anyone else.

“I think that sounds perfect. Get her out of the city. Honestly, I think the last time Elain did any sort of traveling was right before she started college. Since then, she’s been buckling down on her studies. It would be well-deserved. And a long-time coming,” Rhys told him.

He nodded in agreement. “Wait, we have Nesta and Cassian’s baby shower next month.”

“We can move it,” his sister said. “Nesta will only be seven months along next month. We can move it to the following one. No invitations have been sent out anyways.”

“I don’t want to inconvenience them.”

Feyre waved him off. “Please. I think Nesta would be happy to know that you took Elain somewhere safe.”

He supposed that was true. “I think I will. Thanks, guys.”

Feyre and Rhys rose from their respective chairs, each offering him an encouraging smile. “Well, we should be off. We have a few other deliveries today from the gallery show.”

They were almost to the door before he called out, “Oh, Feyre.” He waited until she turned to look at him.

A secretive smile overtook his face. “What’s Elain’s ring size?”

~~~~~

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Career World: Save File

Tired of trying to squeeze a whole giant photo studio into your fashion photographer’s cramped city apartment? Frustrated that your astronaut needs a house with a yard big enough to hold—of all the absurd things—a private rocket ship? Bored of the career options in game? Then you need Career World.

Career World is a pack-integrated, detail-oriented save file meant to maximize the gameplay potential of the Sims 4. It does this primarily by creating realistic, vibrant community spaces for your sims to play out their career ambitions. Key features include:

An expanded number of community lots with tons of stuff to do and see—plus lots of good-looking residences created by the insanely talented creators on the gallery.

More interactive stuff in the open portions of worlds, including toddler play equipment everywhere there is child play equipment by default.

Ready-to-play: there is at least one pre-made sim in every career, at least one pre-made sim pursuing every aspiration, and at least one owned version of every type of ownable business (retail, restaurant, vet, rental residential), so you can just hop in and play any ambition you want without doing a ton of tedious setup.

Local flavor: different worlds are set up to have their own advantages, drawbacks, cultures, laws (N.A.P.s that make sense!), and featured career opportunities.

Gameplay variety: whether you prefer to play with families or singletons, elaborate mansions or run-down hovels, rags-to-riches or pre-made jillionaire celebrities, this save file has assets that cater to many different gameplay styles.

Sensible setup: Libraries actually have books in them! Lot landscaping matches the world it’s in. The EA townies in this save file already lead cohesive lives, complete with jobs, living spaces, preferences, pronouns, lifestyles, outfits, club memberships, pets, relationships with others, and cultural knowledge. And lots of other things that . . . you know . . . make sense.

If that all piques your interest, keep reading for specifics of the save file. Upcoming posts will give the full creator credits and detail the Career Challenges I have created to guide you in getting the most out of playing it.

SPECIFICS (totally optional reading; feel free to skip down to "REQUIREMENTS" if you're not interested):

World Setup & Traits:

Each world in this save file has been set up to highlight and create featured gameplay opportunities for specific careers. Some of these are obvious and in line with what Maxis already did, like actors in Del Sol Valley, conservationists in Sulani, etc. but some are additions/decisions I've made, like lawyers in Uptown San Myshuno or Engineers in Oasis Springs. And some careers are distributed across several worlds, depending on the flavor you want to play (Hip-Hop musicians, for example, have their own spaces to spin records and remix beats in Willow Creek, while a pipe organist will find their concert venues among the many historic churches of Windenburg). A full list of location/career pairings can be found in the Career Chart detailed in the next post.

The gameplay opportunities largely consist of community lots set up to mimic active workplaces, so that sims in "work from home" careers can actually do those tasks in a workplace setting, often with clubs of co-workers who will show up and do workplace tasks. But there's also opportunities for sims in regular careers: once your artist, musician, or chef reaches at least two stars' worth of fame, for example, they can be an artist-in-residence in San Myshuno's Arts Quarter, where they will find a totally sweet rental penthouse tricked out with equipment for every kind of art (including culinary) plus have special spaces to show their work or perform in the nearby 1,000 Words Art Gallery. Read through my lot descriptions for more opportunities like these!

To enhance the specificity of the worlds in this setup, some of the smaller worlds are treated as parts of others in terms of design choices:

Glimmerbrook is now the secluded back side of Mt. Komorebi, where the big, old, traditional-style houses can be found. (The spellcaster population has relocated to Willow Creek, where the culture has a healthy respect for—and deep fascination with—the occault.)

Forgotten Hollow is a hidden—some might even say, “forgotten”—part of Windenburg.

Moonwood Mill is yet another defunct industry in the mountains above Evergreen Harbor (there was a road down the other side of the mountain to San Myshuno, but it's been closed for years).

Magnolia Promenade is an island in the midst of the Willow Creek bayou. Also, Newcrest is simply a newer development extension of Willow Creek. (Because come on, of course it is. They have all the same vegetation and the fancy neighborhoods share the exact same streetcar system.)

San Sequoia is the suburb on the outskirts of San Myshuno, with it's one-and-only subway station in Anchorpoint Wharf providing easy and fast transit into the city.

Hidden workplaces are part of the world they obviously belong to by their scenery: Hospital and Police Station to Willow Creek/Magnolia Promenade/Newcrest, Science Lab to Oasis Springs, and Movie Lot to Del Sol Valley.

I have unofficially introduced “world traits/challenges” and “neighborhood traits/challenges” into this save file. There is no explicit in-game system for assigning traits or challenges to entire worlds/neighborhoods, but certain lot traits make more sense when blanketing an entire world or neighborhood, particularly the ones that relate to natural disasters or the environment. So, you will find some worlds in which every single lot has a copy of a certain trait or challenge, making that trait a “world trait/challenge.” The world traits/challenges are as follows:

Willow Creek/Magnolia Promenade/Newcrest = “Gremlins” (I have found that this challenge best mimics the effects of occasional hurricanes. All your stuff breaks and floods your house with water. Can be counteracted somewhat by adding “Gnomes” trait.)

Oasis Springs = “Sunny Aspect”

Del Sol Valley = “Quake Zone”

Sulani = “Volcanic Activity”

Mt. Komorebi/Glimmerbrook = “Geothermal”

Henford-on-Bagley = “Wild Foxes”

Selvadorada = “Grody” (that is, if you drink from the pipes; Moctezuma’s revenge may be avoided by drinking natural spring water instead)

Tartosa = “Romantic Aura” (not a natural trait, but Tartosa has been so thoroughly marketed as a wedding destination that this affects the way sims see it).

Copperdale = "Teen Neighborhood"

San Sequoia = "Child's Play" almost everywhere, except for a couple of more adult-focused lots where that didn't make sense.

Chestnut Ridge = "Wild Prairie Grass"

Tomarang = "Mold"

Evergreen Harbor has a world challenge that I envision being changed into a world trait. Every lot starts with “Grody” because of groundwater contamination. As neighborhoods enact the “Green Initiatives” neighborhood action plan, I suggest removing this trait from all the lots in the neighborhood and replacing it with “Natural Well.” Plants are great at filtering water before it reaches the aquifer!

Specific neighborhood traits/challenges are as follows:

The Grimm’s Quarry neighborhood of Evergreen Harbor is a smaller, localized “Quake Zone” due to the ground instability introduced by years of mining.

The Crumbling Isle in Windenburg has localized “geothermal”—and lots of hotsprings!

Belomisia Jungle in Selvadorada has “Creepy Crawlies” on every lot.

The University of Britechester campus is rumored to be haunted, so every building (including the old library in Gibbs Hill) has the “Spooky” lot challenge. Hey, even if it’s not true, the rumors would freak you out a bit, right?

Every building on the Foxbury campus in Britechester was built using green architectural practices (“Eco Lot”) and has “Fast Internet.”

There is no grid in the Bramblewood in Henford-on-Bagley, so all houses in this neighborhood are “Off the Grid.”

Hopewell Hills in San Sequoia has updated it's internet service to "Fast Internet" for the many telecommuters who live in that suburb.

Riders' Glen in Chestnut Ridge is known for having particularly "Great Soil" for growing nectar.

There are "Wild Foxes" up in the mountainous mesas of Galloping Gulch in Chestnut Ridge.

There are lots of street cats in the Morensong neighborhood of Tomarang, so all its lots are "Cat Hangout"s.

People go to the Koh Sahpa neighborhood in Tomarang for some "Peace and Quiet."

All obviously maritime neighborhoods outside of Sulani and Tomarang (which have very calm oceans and are therefore probably behind windbreaks) have “Bracing Breezes” as a neighborhood trait due to wind off the sea. These neighborhoods include Port Promise in Evergreen Harbor, Porto Luminoso in Tartosa, The Crumbling Isle and Lykke Centre in Windenburg, Anchorpoint Wharf in San Sequoia, and nearly every neighborhood in Brindleton Bay except for Sable Square.

Certain entire neighborhoods have the “Good Schools” trait, because this does not make sense as a thing affecting only one household. Neighborhoods with good schools include The Pinnacles in Del Sol Valley, Ridgeline Drive in Newcrest, the Spice Market in San Myshuno, Gibbs Hill in Britechester, Senbamachi in Mt. Komorebi, Prescott Square in Copperdale, and Hopewell Hills in San Sequoia.

This isn't exactly a trait, but I've had a sim go around and give maximum upgrades to every single appliance in the Wakaba neighborhood of Mt. Komorebi, so the tech works really well there.

I've also done quite a bit with the Neighborhood Action Plan system from Eco Lifestyle. When you first start the game, you will find that max neighborhood action plans are already in effect in all occupied neighborhoods. I have carefully selected many of the current N.A.P.s by local area; all desert neighborhoods, for example, have water conservation policies (except for the wasteful, privileged celebrities who occupy The Pinnacles). If you would like to change the current N.A.P.s you're welcome to, but be aware that changes may have unintentional consequences on your neighbors (removing “Free Love” from Strangerville neighborhoods, for example, will destabilize the Eclectic Arts Household, who are presently a throuple).

You’ll notice that in some cases, neighborhoods have more specific identities than they had in the vanilla game: the three neighborhoods / three islands of Sulani, for example, are now the tourist island (Lani St. Taz), the island where the locals live (Ohan’ali Town), and the national park/nature preserve (Mua Pel’am). In most cases, this was just a matter of leaning in to the identities that were roughly—but not fully—established by the game designers. In others, I have reassigned neighborhood identities specifically in service of the careers theme: Mirage Canyon in Oasis Springs, for example, is now the “FutureSim campus,” modeled after the work/living/recreation “campuses” of real-life tech conglomerates like Google or Microsoft. Plus, FutureSim is now not just the company that employs scientists, but the parent company of Rainy Day Entertainment (the tech guru employer) and Obscure Logistics (the engineering employer). I have created a number of such employment clusters, where sims in related professions are now in some kind of conglomerate (all the writing professions in subsidies of Walrus Books, all regulatory and civic jobs under the municipal government of San Myshuno, etc.). Look for them in the club descriptions/lot descriptions!

Lots:

Every single lot—including hidden lots—in this save file has been changed, except the rare ones that are genuinely impossible to change like the movie studio, the redacted lab in Strangerville, and the temple in Selvadorada. So have fun exploring!

Since expanding the number of community lots was a big part of the theme of this save file, In some worlds you may not find many empty houses for you to move your own sims into. In any case where I have completely filled the residential lots in a world, I have made sure to leave at least one of them as a rental residential with some open units for you to move into. In the case of larger worlds where too many community lots wasn't an issue, I have tried to consolidate townies and leave many houses empty, so you have lots of options. The empty houses/units have traits and locations that make them particularly suited to certain careers, so read the descriptions and do a bit of shopping around to find the perfect one for your sim’s ambitions.

Some special notes concerning the four-in-one lots, a.k.a. the variable lots of the type(s) that came with Eco Lifestyle: several of the variable lots either don't actually have varieties or have been set up for specific gameplay variations:

Changing San Myshuno City Hall to a marketplace will decorate all the offices for Winterfest and cause a kind of craft/gift fair to be held on the top floor. For obvious reasons, I encourage doing this during Winter and changing it to something else during the other seasons. Changing it to a community garden will add greenspace to the top floor. Changing it to a makerspace will add a daycare center on the top floor—handy if you’re playing a family sim and want to bring your kids to work. Each of the four variations also changes the décor in the top-floor event space, so if you’re hosting a charity benefit party or wedding reception or something you may want to flip through in build mode and change the lot type to whichever one jives best with your event.

Changing the Science & Tech Centre on the Foxbury campus to a marketplace will cause the “freshman fair” to appear on the ground floor and spawn signage outside. This is just a regular marketplace, but I like to pretend it’s one of those start-of-year events where all the on-campus clubs advertise to the incoming students. I recommend doing this for one week in Fall, then changing it to something else. All of the other venue types for this lot are identical; all that will be affected is what the NPC sims do on this lot (makerspace will have them using the fabrication lab, community garden will have them gardening in the biology greenhouse, and community space will make the place basically empty of NPCs).

The Old New Henford Fair is a seasonal festival lot: marketplace=Winter, makerspace=Spring, community space=Summer, and community garden=Fall. Just vote during the weekend the season changes to keep this up-to-date. Unfortunately, the programming on the community space lot type means NPCs will not visit the festival in the summer, so I have set up some clubs for Henford-on-Bagley residents that meet at the festival grounds in the hopes that you’ll find the locals there when you visit the fair.

Zosul Taman in Tomarang actually works as intended for these four-in-ones: you can change it to an actual community garden, marketplace, makerspace, or community space, and each one features a completely unique lot by a different creator. (Hint: if you're looking for a wedding venue or playable temple, you want "community space.")

All of the other four-in-one lots (San Rio Park & Mercado, Steampunk Gardening, the Maker’s Market, The Munchkin Menagerie, etc.) are not really meant to change; they are only four-in-ones by coincidence, since the lot type I wanted it to be happened to be bundled into the community space thing. I do not recommend changing them, or they will not function as intended.

And finally, a special note on the high school auditorium in Copperdale: since having the same prom week after week gets boring, I have created several seasonal and holiday-specific variations on the formal dance and uploaded them to the gallery under the hashtag #careerworld. All you have to do to get them is enter build mode in the auditorium sometime before 7pm on Saturday, select the "Formal Dance" tab, and download your desired prom for the upcoming week from the selections on the gallery. Your next prom will now have a new decor theme!

Sims:

I have kept all of EA’s original townies (and supplemented with a few new sims on a very limited basis), but moved them around to worlds that particularly feature their careers, and in some cases given them new careers that make sense (Marcus Flex, for example, is no longer unemployed but rather a Personal Trainer living in Del Sol Valley). This has meant doing some reshuffling of households, so you may see EA townies living in combinations you don’t expect; in each case, I have rewritten the household blurbs to explain the new situation. Townies now also belong to a multitude of clubs I have set up specifically for this save file, often career-related so your sim's co-workers will show up where and when they should to make all the community lot workspaces feel vibrant.

The way that EA set things up, there were several townies with the same career and some careers with no townies (all the Discover University professions, for example), so in some cases I have added new sims and/or switched townies' careers—again, in ways that make sense—so you will have at least one sim in each profession that you can just hop into game and play with. Households have been renamed so you can see which jobs you would be playing with if you chose to play them (except in cases where there were too many adults to specify in the household name; then you’ll need to read the description to find out).

I have made some non-career-related alterations to the townies, as well, because this save file is all about detail, depth, and realism. Sims’ cultural backgrounds are now reflected in their knowledge, skills, traits, and some outfits (Examples: Moroccan sims will know City Living recipes from the Moroccan food stall, all Latinx sims now have some measure of Selvadoradian Culture skill, inhabitants of Mt. Komorebi and Tomarang have utensil preferences for various kinds of chopsticks, formal outfits for Indian sims draw on the clothes introduced in the Fashion Street kit, etc. Plus, all townies speak the proper languages if you use Frankk's Language Barriers mod.). Reasonable preferences have been set for all townies who were made before the Dream Home Decorator update (and enhanced every time new preferences are released, as with Growing Together), and appropriate hot- and cold- weather outfits for all the ones made before Seasons came out. Households outside of Brindleton Bay have pets. People who have backstories of being exes are now actually exes, and the same with current romantic interests, best friends, etc. (plus I added a few of my own: how will the Izzy Fabulous love triangle resolve?). I have also moved previously unhoused townies into appropriate living situations (swanky apartment, Brytani Cho!), and included at least one playable sim for every type of occult.

Currently, all households with teens are marked as “played.” This is basically to prevent the game from messing up teen careers by resetting existing teens as high school-specific NPCs. Most other pre-made households are categorized as "other," but with neighborhood stories disabled so that they will stay in the jobs--and career co-worker clubs--I have set for them. Neighborhood stories is still enabled for random spawns.

REQUIREMENTS:

Packs:

As you might have guessed from “pack-integrated,” this save file requires nearly every pack in order to show up properly—but not quite all. It’ll be a cold day in Hell before I buy Journey to Batuu.

Specs:

Unlike the sims team, who create sparse builds so the game will run effectively on every machine, I have stuffed the save file with elaborate builds by multiple creators that take full advantage of The Sims 4’s potential as a creative tool. Thus, you will need a decent gaming system to run it effectively. I don’t know what specific specs it requires (or have any inkling of how to figure that out), so if you have a mid- to high-end machine just try it out and see if it works. If you’re trying to play on a cheap laptop, you’re probably better off with the default game.

Custom Content:

This save file is almost CC free. The ONLY mod you need in order for the save file to show up properly is Zerbu’s More Selectable Icons mod, and even then the only consequence of not downloading it is that all the clubs and some holidays will have the placeholder llamacorn for an icon. So it would be very easy to play this completely CC free if you wish. There are a few more mods that I recommend (see below), but they are not even remotely required for the save file to run.

Because so much of what makes this save file special is centered around community lots, it may not be ideal for all simmers. If you are one of those people who is allergic to loading screens, this is probably not the save file for you.

If none of that scares you off and you’re ready to play, read on for the installation instructions!

INSTALLATION INSTRUCTIONS:

Step 1: Download whichever mods you plan to employ in the save file (if you don’t want to use any mods, skip straight to Step 3):

Required Mod:

Zerbu: More Selectable Icons

Recommended Mods (if you want all the stuff I’ve put on community lots to stay):

Astrelan: Fizz No Spoil

Simularity: No More Wilting Flower Arrangements

Supported Mods (totally optional stuff the save file is set up to do right):

Aramiteus: High School More Classmates

Frankk: Language Barriers (AN IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT USING THIS MOD: If you want to use Language Barriers with my carefully-managed selections, you MUST install the mod BEFORE OPENING THE SAVE FILE. Opening the save file without Frankk’s mod installed (or without script mods enabled—check your box!) wipes all language data from the game. If you decide to install the mod later, it will reassign all languages according to Frankk’s rules, which do not correspond accurately to the way this save file is set up or to many sim’s backstories.)

Step 2: Once you have downloaded your desired mods, you’ll need to unzip them. For this, you’ll need a program like WinZip or PeaZip. To get this program, download it from the website, then run the resulting .exe file by double-clicking it in your downloads folder (or, at least, this is what you do if you have a PC. I have no idea how any of this works on a Mac, sorry! I'm sure tutorials are available elsewhere online).

Now that you have an unzipping program, right-click on your downloaded mods and select “extract.” You can either extract them directly to your mods folder (MyDocuments/Electronic Arts/The Sims 4/Mods) or chose “extract here” to unzip the files, then copy-and-paste them into your mods folder. Either way, the unzipped files need to wind up in your mods folder.

Step 3: Backup your existing saves. To do this, go into MyDocuments/Electronic Arts/The Sims 4 and right-click on the folder titled “saves.” Select “copy,” then paste the folder to any other location on your computer. I usually just copy it to the desktop so I don’t lose it, but you may have an alternative hard drive or other location where you like to back up your saves.

Step 4: Download and unzip the Career World save file, but DO NOT PUT IT IN YOUR MODS FOLDER! Put it in the saves folder instead (MyDocuments/Electronic Arts/The Sims 4/saves). If the number of the save file matches the number for a save you already have in game, change it to any number you do not already have a copy of, but keep the same number of digits. To get more specific: by default the Career World file name is “Slot_08252028.save” and if you happen to have another save file with that exact same file name (unlikely), the game will overwrite one with the other. If that’s true for you, you can change the file name on Career World to “Slot_09252028.save” or “Slot_08252027.save” or anything else that replaces a digit with a different digit, but you cannot change it to “Slot_1.save” because the game needs a total of eight digits in the file name to run the save properly.

Step 5: Open your game, click the save file titled “Career World,” and start playing!

Good luck, have fun!

01/15/24 Quick Note: The Sims 4 currently has some game instability that seems to be related to the For Rent pack, so I have two available downloads for you, a pre-For Rent version and a post-For Rent version (updated on 04/15/24 to add Crystal Creations and institute some data-saving measures to stabilize the game—see my post on the "Performance Update" for details). Take your pick on the basis of whether or not you have that pack and/or feel comfortable playing with its features.

DOWNLOAD NOW:

Career World save file WITHOUT For Rent

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lythea-creation · 2 months

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I Love Her More - Tasneem/Hiba x fem reader (Chapter 1)

summary: What happens when Hiba and Tasneem find out they're in love with the same girl? Will they be able to save their friendship? And what does (f/n) think about her friends fighting over her?

warnings: eating disorder

word count: 1.234

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated! If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

In this story you will be able to pick your love interest, which will happen in the next chapter. Hope you like it!

Requested by @jj156

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Tasneem's PoV

“What pictures should I share next?”, I wondered, handing my phone over to Hiba.

We were hanging out at my home right now, which was not rare for us. After all she was my best friend.

“That one's hot”, she suggested. “Oh, and take this one, too.”

My mom was not home. So we were sitting on the couch in the living room.

“Isn't this one a bit too sexy?”, I considered.

“Nah. It's alright. Look at this”, she declared, showing me a pic of herself.

In comparison to that mine was still innocent. Yet I would not judge her for it. It was completely in a gray zone.

“What else do you have?”, I inquired, taking her phone from her.

Meanwhile she was skipping through my gallery.

Hiba was absolutely great at taking pictures.

I stopped in my tracks when I found a picture of (f/n). I could not help but stare at it for a while.

She was sitting in class, apparently listening to Miss Abeer. Her focused gaze was kinda cute. Therefore I had my difficulties to skip to the next picture.

The more I scrolled through Hiba's gallery though, the more pictures of (f/n) I found. The weird thing about that was that (f/n) was never looking into the camera.

Something was off.

“Hiba? Why do you have so many pictures of (f/n) on her phone?”, I asked her bluntly.

“Huh? What are you talking about?”.

I presented her collection to her.

“Guess I always forgot to delete them”, she brushed it off, wearing a poker face.

“Why did you take them in the first place?”, I continued.

“Why does it matter? It's nothing unusual to have pictures of your friends on your phone”, she shot back, obviously getting irritated.

“What about your other friends then? Wait! Do you like her?”, I assumed.

“Maybe I do. So what?”, she proposed.

A pit formed inside my stomach. This could not be true.

“You can't like her”, I exclaimed.

“Why not? Because she's a girl? Come on, Tasneem! I didn't think you were homophobic”, she stated.

“No! You can't have her. I've had a crush on her for months now”, I proclaimed.

“And yet you're still dating Omar”, she reminded me. “But that doesn't matter anyway. (f/n) wouldn't want somebody superficial like you.”

“You're calling me superficial? Have you taken a look in the mirror recently?”

“At least I don't stuff my mouth with junk and hang over the toilet whenever something bothers me. It's only a matter of time until she finds out and then she's gonna be so grossed out by you that she will never even want to look at you again”, she claimed.

That was an excruciatingly low blow. I had not even known that Hiba was aware of my eating disorder. But throwing it at me like that made me question our whole friendship.

“You know what? You may be pretty, but that's all you got. You're a bitch who cares about nobody but herself. The only thing you can do is make everyone else feel miserable, so you don't feel as shitty about your life. That's why nobody wants to hang out with you. The only friends you have are around because of me”, I ranted.

“Wow”, Hiba mumbled and left abruptly.

Her teary eyes were burned into my mind, knowing that I had caused all of this. But right now I could not care less.

Ironically I did exactly what Hiba had accused me of. Retreat to my eating disorder.

Actually Hiba was my only friend that mattered to me, but from time to time I just could not stand her mean attitude. Yet I had not meant to lose her completely.

What was I supposed to do now?

Hiba was stubborn and hurt, which was not a good combo.

Every time I tried to approach her throughout the next days, she would straight up ignore me. Until she did not.

“Why are you even trying to talk to me? You made yourself pretty clear that you couldn't stand me. So just leave me alone”, Hiba grumbled as I had met her outside in the break.

“Hiba, I'm sorry. You're my best friend. I don't want us to be fighting”, I apologized.

“You're sorry because you can't stand the fight. Not because you're actually sorry”, she accused me.

“So what? If I remember it correctly, you were the one starting this in the first place”, I reminded her.

“Oh! Now I'm the villain. I mean … of course I am. Because little Miss Perfect could never do anything wrong”, she remarked.

You know what? Maybe you're right and this whole thing between us just doesn't work out. You wanna be a bitch? Then be my guest! I won't bother you again”, I declared and walked off without looking back.

The urge to binge was unbearable. Therefore I was relieved to have two pastries in my school bag, who were gone in the matter of a minute.

For that one minute everything else seemed to fade away. But it was over quickly and instead of my initiate pain, the guilt and fear of ruining my hard work kicked in.

My feet were moving on their own, carrying me to the bathroom, where I made sure that nobody was inside.

Then I let it all come out, deleted the sugar and fat and countless calories from my system.

A tear slid down my cheek. Was life really supposed to this excruciating?

I wiped the tear away and got out of the stall, cleaning myself up at the sink. Apparently I was having tunnel vision because I had not noticed someone standing across from me.

“Tasneem ...” It was (f/n). Shit!

I felt myself flinch out of surprise, making a mess with the water covering my hands.

The look on her face told me that she had heard me.

“Hey. Sorry you had to hear that. I think I've eaten something wrong”, I lied.

“So you're gonna go home now?”, she questioned.

“Nah. I'm already feeling better”, I brushed it off.

“You're not”, she claimed.

“No offense, but how do you want to know that?”, I shot back.

“It's written all over you”, she insisted. “Is that what you're doing when you claim to use the restroom?”

“What are you even talking about? I was just feeling sick”, I exclaimed.

She flinched slightly when I yelled at her, making the guilt return. It was not fair to let all my bottled up emotions out on her.

“You are sick, Tasneem. But not the way you're claiming to be. It's okay. I'm not judging you or anything. I just want to help you”, she noted softly.

I avoided to look at her, completely out of words. She knew. It was too late to convince her otherwise.

Suddenly she wrapped her arms around me, enveloping me in a comforting hug.

“You're so tall”, she stated after a while, grinning up at me.

“You're just short”, I teased her, making both of us chuckle.

For a short moment I forgot about everything weighing me down. I wished life could always be this easy.

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Now it's time to pick your poison ... I mean girlfriend oc

Tasneem

Hiba

Tag List: @sunwoniie

#al rawabi school for girls #lgbtqia +#angst #romance #drama #female reader #tasneem #hiba x reader #tasneem x reader #eating disoder trigger warning

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saikokirakira · 2 years

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Request for our moon bois

Their reaction to you always taking care of your apperance like long af nails, snatched makeup and killer outfits? 🤤🤤🤤

a/n: ooooh, first ask on the blog. i really appreciate it. 🥺🥺 ngl i'm on the ropes on this one. those reading, tell me you like it or i'll cry. 🥲🥲

i didn’t know if you meant Bakunawa!reader or just a general one, so i did the former. you can only notice the au references if you squint anyways, but feel free to shoot me another request. 😊😊

warnings: just fluff; mild sexual references (if you squint); steven being a cinnamon bun; marc being sassy and emotionally constipated; jake being a simp king

Steven Grant (would focus on the dress)

You were often invited to art galas and gallery unveilings due to your line of work.

That means you had to keep up with appearances, especially during black tie events.

Sometimes, if schedules between Marc and Jake allowed him, he would always be your plus one.

Yet you also had that small bit of joy dressing up outside of work just for its own sake.

Knowing his reaction to Layla’s armor during the Cairo incident, he would forget everything else and decide to fawn over you.

“Darling, you look absolutely beautiful. Your nails – they can poke an eye out – but they are a gorgeous accent to that clutch bag.”

Among the others, Steven had a better eye on style, and if he wasn’t so fidgety and often self-deprecating, he would fit in with the socialites without question.

“Isn’t it a little too much?”

You gave him a little twirl and posed for him, sticking out your leg to show off the high slit of your evening dress.

Steven shook his head, a little too aggressively that sent his curls flying.

“No! It’s perfect. A little too perfect,” he muttered that last part.

Oh? You smiled slyly and slowly made your way to him.

Steven’s cheeks warmed at your movements, so graceful that he thought you were gliding across the wooden floor of his flat in those heels and flowy dress.

Steven couldn’t gasp out the allurement you had on him when you pressed your palm to his cheek.

The tips of your long nails tickled the start of his hairline, and he inwardly groaned at the thought of you running your fingers through his curls and scratching at his scalp.

You were about to lean in when Steven painfully pulled away.

“Come on, darling. We’re gonna be late. Let me grab my jacket, and I’ll be good to go.”

A serpentine hiss escaped from your deep red lips, something Steven thankfully missed.

“I’ve been thinking of skipping. Let’s just have a night in.”

Steven looked at you with that wide-eyed lost puppy look.

“Don’t be silly, darling. I can’t wait for them to mistake you as the painting with how gorgeous you look.”

It was only until the elevator ride down did Marc and Jake yelled at him from the reflections over how he completely missed your invitation to stay in.

Marc Spector (would focus on the nails)

Would be very snarky about them at the beginning.

“How can you even hold a paintbrush with those? Much less your tenegre swords?”

In between missions, you may have to replace your nails, quite often, but with you kept them as long as you could…

… and sometimes even enough to inflict serious damage.

Bakunawa is a very proud deity, sometimes rivaling Khonshu if you would ignore the self-righteousness.

His prideful serpent-like behavior rubbed off on you by killer outfits and makeup that often resemble the scales that grew a place in your heart over the past months.

Maybe the outfits and makeup you saved on special occasions, but the nails were a constant.

Marc would never admit it, but he loves it when your nails change very often.

It reminds him how beautiful you are but can also be lethally dangerous.

The first time he found out about your frequent trips was when he went on a frenzy looking all over for you in London.

You mentioned you would be at the art studio that day, but the old man there said it was your day off.

Why would you lie?

Did Harrow’s crazy disciples find you again? What if it was someone from your village who managed to track you down?

But no.

You were chatting and giggling with a nail aesthetician who you were talking with in your native tongue at a high-end salon in downtown London.

You specifically turned to her because she was the Crawley to your Steven, and not many people in London would notice your incessant babbling over your three boyfriends… and your girlfriend who is always away on business trips.

Marc wanted to be mad, but he could settle being annoyed for now.

He knew why you lied. It was now his chance to be honest about it.

About how you actually looked hot with those nails.

How he was happy for you that you had some semblance of self-care after you go on missions with him and Khonshu.

Maybe he’ll tell you those words later.

Or maybe not.

“Was that your boyfriend just now?”

You smiled and continued to glance at him walking away and back down the street from the mirror.

“Yep. He’s just being a worry-tart. Always.”

“What design are we going for this week?”

“Something white and gold. Maybe a lunar design.”

Jake Lockley (would notice your makeup)

Jake is obsessed with your body, especially your face.

He could stare at your eyes for forever if he could.

One of his favorite moments are mornings after you stay the night.

He would just watch you from across the bed doing your makeup while holding a handheld mirror.

Jake offered once to hold the mirror for you.

You ended up being late for a meeting with your client because he became a little too distracting with all his eye-fucking staring.

He knows you love glitter and how you never skip on putting shimmers.

And he knows you know that he absolutely loves when you go out with the body glitters and chunky glitters.

Jake loves when your scales from Bakunawa’s iridescent armor emerge and shimmer into an array of colours under the lights.

Something about the power and confidence it holds.

It makes him want to worship you more than he already does.

So when you try to replicate that look during fancy galas, it would take all of his self-control to keep his hands on the wheel when he drives you both to the venue.

However, when the event is over, it’s all fair game.

You would be his own personal art show.

Because that is what you are to Jake.

Something to be revered, a feast for the eyes, art.

Often times, Jake wouldn’t even do anything but just hold you – skin-on-skin contact.

As the protector alter, Jake was often stern and always on alert.

But with you in his arms, all the tension in his body leaves by staring at something so beautiful as you.

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