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it’s the year of our lord 2023, my oh so sexy gaming pc has been running some of the most brutal AAA heavily modded open worlds on maxed out graphics like a the girlboss she is and STILL the only thing that manages to crash it is the fucking sims 3
#with a wittle bit of cc🙈#crash free sims when#at least photoshop and premiere have the decency to crash themselves only not tear down the universe around them#videogames#the sims 3#ts3#gaming
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you asked for smut requests and i shall deliver. cockwarming max as he plays video games while streaming and riding his thigh??
Max Verstappen x Reader
A/N: Is this too much to ask for? huH GOD?
Warnings: SMUT 18+ Thigh Riding, Cowgirl, Light Mastrubation, Sexting, Slight Cockwarming at the end, not proof read.
It was a quiet night. Max was streaming with Team Redline and you were watching it on your laptop from the couch with your best mates Ben and Jerry. The stream was pretty calm with Max winning the first few rounds. His ego began to grow so much he started slacking a little on the next round, he missed a few apexes and almost crashed. Yet somehow he won that round as well and started playing with Jimmy, putting the sim on autopilot. You were in the mood for a little chaos. So you decided to comment on the stream from your burner account. You found the perfect quip to comment.
sassierthansassy: looks like the world champion loves to just sit back and watch like a pillow princess
“Hey, Max. Someone commented, “looks like the world champion loves to just sit back and watch like a pillow princess. What’s your comeback man?” Chris started laughing. Max started searching for the comment on the chat and when he saw it was from your account, he knew exactly what you were doing. But he just laughed it off on the stream. He took out his phone and texted you.
Max ♥️ : You got a lot of nerve calling me pillow princess when you were the one lying on the bed helpless this morning
You: I wouldn’t call eating me out as a lot of work.
Max ♥️ : Is that why you were praising me?
You: Well I didn’t want you to know how disappointing that was, first thing in the morning.
Max ♥️ : Schatje careful. You might not like what you get later.
You: What’s a little more disappointment?
Max ♥️ : Such a brat. Come here and I’ll show you how much I love sitting back and watching.
Hook, line and sinker.
You finished up the last spoon of ice cream and walked to the sim room. You quietly opened the door, letting the cats out and stood near his setup, away from the camera. He turned off his video. “Uh guys. I think there’s some problem with the camera. The game lags when I turn it on so I’m going to turn it off for some time.” You sat on his lap and started kissing his neck but he still refused to take his eyes off the game. He simply smirked and continued navigating on screen. You traced your hands down the waistband of his joggers and started palming him.
He was quick to swat your hand away. “Not so fast princess” He whispered in your ear and patted his thigh. You knew what he meant and got to work straddling his thigh. You rocked back and forth slowly getting yourself more wet by the second. You shut your eyes and got into a steady rhythm, continuing to ride his thigh. Just when you were about to cum, Max lifted you and sat you on his cock. You hadn’t even seen him free it, so blissed out chasing your orgasm.
You sank into him and started bouncing on his cock. He was still focused on the game, you could hear chatter from his headphones. You needed to feel Max’s touch. Your entire body was on fire knowing he was so close yet so far away. You started getting whiny. You kissed him and tugged on his hair but he didn’t even blink. You rolled your hips lightly and that caught his attention. He drew in a deep breath and continued gaming.
You knew you were breaking him, so you took off your t-shirt, exposing your breasts. You pinched and pulled your nipples. You couldn’t let out any noises but that didn’t stop you from making pornographic facial expressions. You rolled your eyes and threw your head back as you rode him. Your hand snaked down and started playing with your clit.
“Fuck schatje. You’re killing me here.” You heard Max growl. Your eyes widened thinking he said that on stream. You craned your neck to find out he had turned off the stream. You finally broke him. Your smirk was quickly wiped off your face when Max started thrusting into you and sucking your nipples. “Such a little slut. So needy, had to sext in front of the whole world huh? Isn’t so fun when I just sit back and watch? Is it princess?” He questioned you with every thrust.
You were so close and let out all the noises you’d been holding back. Max moaned at your noises and started thrusting faster. “Max! I’m gonna- Fuck!” You screamed as you came all over his cock. He didn’t stop and kept thrusting into you. “Don’t be so selfish baby. Couldn’t even wait for me to cum.” He groaned as he came inside you. The aftershock was insane as you came again. The room fell quiet with only the sound of you breaths bouncing off the walls.
Max kissed your head and began to pull out of you. But when you made a protesting noise, he just laughed and pulled you in closer. You might be a handful, but you were his handful.
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Easy Mornings
Honestly not sure how I feel about this - uni work is killing me and this is all I got rn
Maxiel x reader
Waking up beside somebody you love. There's no better feeling. Y/n opened her eyes and looked at the man sleeping beside her. The other side of the bed was empty, with the cats sleeping on the very end of the bed.
Y/N was sleeping in the middle of the bed, as she always did. On this particular morning she woke up sharing a pillow with Daniel, one arm draped over him.
She sat up slowly and slipped out of the bed, using Max's empty side of the bed. She gave Jimmy and Sassy a stroke, pulled on one of Danny's discarded shirts and made her way out of the bedroom.
Y/N loved living in Monaco. She stepped out onto the balcony and looked out over the country. From the apartment they had a lovely view of the harbour, of the yachts and the sparkling water.
What a beautiful place to live. After a year and a half of their relationship, Max had asked them to move into his apartment. Danny agreed instantly, and Y/N was quick to follow. That was the only thing that would have held her back, if Danny didn't want to move. If Daniel didn't want to, Y/N wouldn't. It wouldn't have been fair for her to live with one and not the other.
After making herself a coffee, Y/N walked around the apartment, searching for her other boyfriend. Well, we'll use the term 'search' loosely. Y/N knew exactly where Max was, but she didn't want to interrupt him.
Situating herself in the kitchen, Y/N texted Max. She made herself and Danny breakfast as she waited for Max to text her back. Eating her own, she walked back towards the bedroom and around to Daniels side of the bed.
"Danny," she whispered as she placed the bowl of cereal onto his bedside table. Y/N gently shook his shoulder as she called his name, trying her best to wake him up. "C'mon, Danny. I brought you some breakfast."
Daniels snoring stopped as his eyes opened. His face was still pressed into the pillow as he stared at her with his brown eyes. He blinked. Once. Twice. And then he grabbed her and pulled her onto him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back into the bed with him. "You," he took a moment to yawn. "You should come back to bed with me."
His eyes were closed once again. Y/N let out a laugh as she turned in his arms and kissed his jaw. "Right, Max?" He called, reaching past her, towards the other side of the bed.
"Max isn't here," Y/N said as she rolled in his arms again and looked up at the ceiling.
Daniel let out something close to a whine. "Where is he then?"
"I think you know."
Danny knew exactly where Max was. It was where Max always was when he got a free moment. On his sim rig, ignoring everything.
On days when they all had to get up early, Max was right there with them, getting up, getting dressed and rushing out of the apartment. On their lazy days Max was still up early while Danny and Y/N slept.
It was why Max was the very best of the very best. Why he was twenty seconds ahead of the car in second place at every race.
Once Daniel had tried to join Max on this rigorous sim racing regimen. It was when he'd been placed back into AlphaTauri and just before his crash and injury.
The crash had been terrifying for Y/N. It had taken her back to 2018, before they'd all been together and she'd watched Daniel go into the back of Max. After the race Y/N had caught Oscar and pulled him in for a hug, relieved at least one of them was okay.
When Danny came out of the hospital, Y/N actually liked having him around. And I say actually because she wanted him in the car, on the track, but she loved having him there with her.
Suddenly, the lights flickered off in the bedroom. "What the hell?" Y/N whispered. She stood and went to flick them back on, but nothing happened.
"Fuck!" They heard from further in the apartment.
With nothing but boxer shorts on, Daniel struggled up from the bed. He gave Y/N a kiss on the forehead and walked out of the room.
Y/N didn't follow him. She sat herself back on the bed, getting under the covers as she waited for her boys.
The door swung open once again and Daniel walked in, leading Max in by the hand. "Look who I found," Daniel said and sat Max down onto the bed. "Poor baby had his sim racing go down when the power cut."
"Maxie," Y/N said and pulled him back on the bed. She lifted the covers and he crawled underneath, taking his place on her left.
She wrapped her arms around him and Daniel got under the covers on the other side. "I was winning as well," Max said with a pout.
"Oh I know," Y/N said and kissed him.
Max didn't let her go, and Daniel had to join in. For once they were getting a cosy morning together, all because of a little power cut.
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enhypen sexual guilty pleasures (s)
enhypen and their small/sexual habits with you
paring : legal line!enhypen x fem!reader
warnings : oral(f+m), heesung is sorta controlling (blowjob), angry make out w/ jay, jake eating reader out, sunghoon jerking off/kinda pervy
wc : ~1k
MINORS DNI!!
· lee heesung
anytime you were innocently on your knees next to your boyfriend, the restraints of his cock began to grow. for example, the times you picked something up from the ground, were a sweetheart and got the lower cabinet for him, or tied the laces of your shoes, heesung couldn’t help but get hard.
until one night you were all celebrating the boys comeback at the dorm, slipping off of your boyfriend’s lap and into the kitchen. heesung kept his eyes on your shadow as he saw you moving about. he got up from his seat after a while and was pleased with the scene he walked into.
you were lighting a candle on a cake and trying to suppress the flame from dying by covering it with the palm of your hands. you were on your knees and looked up with puppy dog eyes.
“i was just trying to surprise you guys...” you sighed, thinking your plan was ruined. heesung could feel himself in his pants— hard and heavy.
your boyfriend walked over to your innocent yet sinful position and looked at you with a recognizable glare. eyeing him through your lashes, you cocked your head to the side.
heesung reached his hand out to you and helped you back up to your feet. taking the cake from your hands and placing it on the counter beside you.
"can you do me a favor, baby?" he says as he interlocks your fingers. you nod your head, already taking a guess at what your boyfriend was going to ask.
"give the boys their cake and tell them you’re going home, feeling a bit drowsy, right?” his free hand reaches up to your chin, and his thumb glides over your bottom lip.
"but you forgot your phone in my room."
heesung's favor was simple to complete: you congratulated the boys, and they all smiled at you, thinking you were just the sweetest girl ever after bringing a cake for them.
but you had deceived them.
right next door you were on your knees, tears rolling down your face as you gagged on heesung’s cock. looking up at him through your eyelashes caused the boy cover his mouth to stifle his moans.
· park jongseong
heated arguments always led you and jay to become entangled with each other. his head between your thighs or your hands in his pants— it didn’t matter; it was bound to happen.
it all started because of your outfit. you had plans with your mutual friends and had gotten ready with jay. you had asked for his opinion on your clothes, but it seemed his phone was more interesting.
finally, at the restaurant, you were seated between jake and your boyfriend. but for some odd reason, jay’s grip on your thigh did not stop you from sharing your interests with jake and his dog. you had even planned to meet his pet, making jay caress his jaw beside you to calm himself.
the trip back home was silent, and you smiled out the window, knowing what was going to happen next.
when you made it home safely and the door behind you clicked locked, jay immediately pinned you against the cold wall.
“what’s so special about jake, huh?” jay crashed his lips against yours, taking the air out of your lungs.
“fuck baby, you just had to ignore me.” his hands roughly bunched up your skirt to your hips as his wet kisses traveled down your neck. when he was met with skin and not the hem of your panties, the chuckle he emitted made you regret your choices.
“you’re in for it tonight.”
· sim jaeyun
jake woke up with you in his bed and smiled at your sleeping state. he stumbled out of bed with his boxers hanging low on his hips, looking around for his shirt, but remembered the activities of the night before.
jake caught the neckline of his shirt on your chest and saw the outline of your boobs. unsurprisingly, he was hard.
the same event occurred last night; after showering together and borrowing one of jake's shirts, he just had to fuck you with it on.
you stirred in your sleep as you felt someone weirdly staring at you. opening your eyes slowly, you saw jake at the foot of the bed smirking with a look of lust.
the sight made you giggle and rub your eyes awake as he took the duvet off your body in one quick pull.
"i won’t take too long." jake crawled up and in between your legs, planting sweet kisses and groaning along your thighs. your hands ran through his blonde locks as his mouth ghosted over your wet cunt. one of his large hands made its way under his shirt as his slim fingers fondled your breast.
"wear my clothes more often, baby." you moan as you feel jake’s cold tongue between your folds.
“and i’ll have to fuck you all day.”
· park sunghoon
that perfume.
the perfume you carefully apply to your body everyday is enough to make sunghoon crumble. it's on his clothes, in his room, and he even smells it on his own members.
the perfect mix of formal and intoxicating. even miles away, he can’t stop thinking about you and your scent.
while on tour, sunghoon had packed one of his sleep shirts that he didn’t have time to throw in the wash, and as he rummaged in his luggage at night, your perfume instantly made its way to his nostrils.
"fuck," he cursed underneath his breath. you were unaware that this was enough to make your boyfriend’s cock hard.
sunghoon would call himself put together, but the way he had already begun to palm his bulge made him shake his head.
how could something so normal make him so on edge? as he closed his eyes, sunghoon imagined it was you in his shirt, hands running up and down his length, encouraging your boyfriend to let go and release.
and he did; he threw his head back and groaned as white strings gathered in front of him and onto his only clean sleep shirt.
guess he’d just have to send you his shirtless ab pics in return ;)
this one’s for my engenes <3
did u like!!! hope ya did :) feel free to send in recs or hard thoughts!!
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Allotments Mod - Download
I made this mod for @desiree-uk! It's being shared as per her suggestion. A big thank you to her and I hope you all enjoy!
Put your community (or residential) gardens to use! Create and rent allotments, push gardening interactions and make a nice profit while you're at it.
Place the allotment marker in a gated enclosure, set the sim who will be renting the allotment, and they'll take care of all the plants within their enclosure, plus partake in other specified duties.
Available Duties - Toggle on/off - [visibility subject to lot-type]
Water,
Weed,
Harvest,
Get Fertiliser**,
Fertilise Plants,
Dispose of Dead Plants,
Rake Leaves,
Burn or Dispose Leaves.
Gardening Push
As the allotment marker is a meta object, the sim renting the marker may autonomously be pushed to the lot to garden their allotment while inactive.
The marker is also a broadcaster object, so while within the vicinity, the renter will be pushed to complete any outstanding garden activities while in range.
You can also set up dedicated gardening days to push your sim to the lot and prevent your sim from coming to garden during certain seasons.
Payment
Set an owner for the allotment or attach a Bronzo* bank to the marker and make your sim pay to use the space! You can even set up automatic rent payments.
Harvesting
Link a harvest box to the allotment marker and all harvested produce will go straight into the box instead of clogging up your sims inventory. You can also sell produce straight from the box!
Requirements:
*My social clubs mod and **Ani's compost mod. Without these, the mod will at worst, crash, and at best, not work as intended.
Please read the included documentation for a more comprehensible feature breakdown.
Objects:
A collection file is included for easy access to the objects.
Otherwise: the harvest box is in storage/misc. for $190 and the allotment marker is in outdoors/lawn ornaments for $35.
Thanks:
To @aroundthesims for generously allowing me to use her objects for my mods.
To @anitmb for her composting mod which has helped to enhance this mod.
To douglasveiga from MTS for the gardener service mod which I looked at when my interactions weren't working as intended.
Download: Simblr.cc - Allotment Mod - Create and Manage Garden Allotments
Please enjoy!
If you would like to donate to say thanks, please feel free to do so at: my kofi :)
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HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [5].
SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).
PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader.
GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby.
WARNINGS. swearing, someone cries again, mentions of bullying, mentions of sex.
WORD COUNT. 3.9k
TAGLIST. @cerealdreamwriter @tyongff-ff @dinonuguaegi @certifiedmoa @blueberrgyuu0 @primantha @blu3bell4 @nunugget @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @captivq @tocupid @seosalad @ddazed-lhs @gyuszie @mifuyuyo @error-cant-function @twocupsofsuga @flowerbe0m @dangerousconnoisseurbanana @laviesm @keikeu @elavin @chaemmie @rikisly @satsuri3su @gyugyubin @junhuicosmo @skzenhalove @luvkpopp @yansbolobao @emer-syn @eggomi @drunkinjake @soobiverse @deobitifull @haechanspudu @yawnzzn27 @7myoi
NOTE. this is the soobin chapter. before anyone says anything, i also used to be a loser in high school so i am very qualified to write about this. anyway, please let me kmow what you think so far! ty for reading!
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CHAPTER 5 — staring contest of death.
SOOBIN HAS ENCOUNTERED A PROBLEM. It’s quite a big problem— one that completely ruined his summer morning routine that usually starts at one in the afternoon. But it’s already 2 p.m. right now and he’s still laying on his bed, half of his head peeking out of the blanket as his eyes run over the text he received this morning over and over again from a group chat that’s been dead for a good three years.
[Shin Jaeyul: hey class of 20XX! met up with jindo and the rest the other day and we thought it would be great if we can all get together again! hope you’ll all be available for the reunion. i’ll send the details after this message but it’s gonna be held at seonghee’s family’s hotel so feel free to bring a plus one lol.]
[Shin Jaeyul: What? ANSAN HS BATCH 20XX REUNION. When? This Saturday, 6:00pm. Where? Chatoyer Hotel, Sapphire Ballroom Function Hall
“Just don’t go, man. It’s not like your attendance is graded.”
When Soobin finally gets the energy to come downstairs to eat, he shows the text to Beomgyu for a second opinion. They’re eating yesterday’s leftovers on the patio outside the dining room. It doesn’t take long for the rest of the boys to congregate on the lounge chairs.
“But a reunion sounds fun!” Jake throws in his opinion. “I met up with my high school buddies at Crown Towers when I went to Melbourne the other day.”
“They weren’t your buddies. They invited you so you can pay for all their drinks and ditch you,” Heeseung tells him.
“Hey, Matthew was there and he was glad to see me.”
“Matthew borrowed eight hundred dollars from you last month and never paid back.”
Jake simply shrugs and snatches a cold slice of pizza from the table. Soobin gives him a look of remorse. “Anyway,” Jay jumps in. “Hyung, you should go if you want to and don’t go if you don’t want to. What do you want to do?”
Honestly, if Soobin can help it, he’d never want to see anyone from his old school ever again. And he’d rather stay at home and watch the latest episode of JJK on Saturday night (and every other night, for that matter). “But...it’s kinda rude if I don’t reply, right?” is what’s holding him back. The group chat has been buzzing every minute, messages of ‘see you there’s’ and ‘I’m so excited’s’ popping up one after the other. Only a few others including him haven’t replied yet. “What excuse should I make?”
“Tell them you have a family reunion to attend,” Sunghoon suggests.
“That’s lame. They’re gonna make fun of him,” Beomgyu scrunches his nose. Sunghoon defends with “what’s so wrong with a family reunion?!” but Soobin is inclined to believe that Beomgyu would be right. He didn’t exactly have a pleasant high school experience.
It’s not that he was actively bullied, or anything. He just didn’t have a lot of friends. And not a lot wanted to be his friend save for the members of the manga club he was in— but that didn’t really contribute to his position in the adolescent food chain. It’s not like he was sociable, either. He still isn’t. He was just lucky enough to get adopted by Beomgyu and managed to get along with the rest of the guys after a good two years of living here.
“Oh, then dude, you have to go!” Beomgyu exclaims. “If you don’t go they’re just gonna talk shit about you still being a loser.”
“I am a loser, though?” he says.
“Yeah, but you’re tall and good looking and hot and that’s enough to get them to shut the fuck up if you show up and dip after thirty minutes. You know what, give me your phone. I’ll handle this.”
“No, wait—”
Beomgyu snatches the phone from his hands and plops down on the chair right across from him, the other four quickly running over and looking over his shoulders. Soobin’s heart races. This doesn’t seem like a good idea. He is right. It only takes a second before things spiral into disaster.
“Don’t say that. You gotta sound cooler.”
“Dude, that’s gonna get him bullied. Let me do it—”
“Give it to me!”
“You’re all useless, let me take over!”
“Wait, let me make one last revision—”
“No! What are you all doing?!”
When Soobin finally manages to steal his phone back, he nearly passes out when he reads the message he— his friends— just sent to the group chat.
[Count me in. Do I have to wire double the money if I bring my girlfriend? Nevermind, I’ll just send thrice the amount. Thanks :)]
Horror washes over his face. “I added the smiley face,” Jake proudly announces. Holy fuck, he wants to crawl back into his bed and never wake up.
“Who sent that I’ll be bringing my girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend! Why did you say I’ll be bringing my girlfriend?!”
His phone vibrates mid-fit and he’s greeted by a reply saying that they’re so happy he’s coming and they can’t wait to see him again. Soobin is not happy nor is he excited. “We can just get you one,” Beomgyu says, as a matter-of-fact, as if you can just purchase a significant other from a gas station vending machine. His face wrinkles in distress. “When’s the reunion again? Saturday? Jakey, do you have any rich heiresses that can pretend to be Soobin hyung’s fake girlfriend for a night?”
“I’ll call Mirae noona, but hyung, are you alright alright with someone fifteen years old—”
Soobin winces. “Please don’t call her.”
“I can try asking Hina,” says Jay. “I don’t know if she has me unblocked yet, though.”
Heeseung narrows his eyes at him. “Isn’t she your ex?”
“Jay dated someone?” Sunghoon gives Jay a mildly offended grimace. “The fuck? Why don’t I know this?”
“He’s always dating someone. But he also gets dumped after three days so I’m not sure if they even count.”
Before they could further into Jay’s questionable dating history, the conversation gets cut short by a groan from Beomgyu. “Wait. We literally have a girl living with us right now.” His words send a signal into all their ears. It takes a moment for it to settle, and when it does, it’s like a thinly stretched rope snaps in half in the air.
Oh.
Right.
You.
“Are—are you sure about that?” Sunghoon is the first to crack the tension-filled silence. “Don’t we have other options?”
Soobin hears furtive whispering and nodding from Jake that somehow involves your name and the phrase “that’s right, she’s a girl, yes,” but chooses to ignore it and instead starts dreading the near and impending future. “It’d be better if it’s someone Soobin hyung already knows,” Beomgyu replies. “Hyung, what do you think?”
He thinks this is insane and bonkers and absolutely fucking impossible to pull off because he can’t even look you in the eye without sweating his skin off. How in the fuck he supposed to fake date you? To stand next to you? To call you with so much affection in front of numerous people he finds extremely uncomfortable to be with? To look at you? To h—
Oh god. He doesn’t have to hold your hand, does he?
“Hey, I don’t think this is fair. That’d mean Soobin hyung will technically—”
“This won’t count towards the bet,” Beomgyu says, then looks at a now red-faced Soobin. “You don’t mind right?”
Shit, he’d have to, right? But he can’t even look at you without his palms leaking like a faucet and stuttering like a broken machine. This is insane. He can’t do this. He can’t and won’t do this or else he’d actually have a heart attack and die.
“Hyung?”
“Is— is this all really necessary?” he finally sputters out.
They all look at him. “But we already sent the message.”
Right. They did. Soobin’s face falls defeated and he sinks back into the chair. “I’ll go grab her,” Beomgyu announces, and the gazes shift from him to their friend who has now risen from his seat and is walking back into the house because since when was he close enough with you to do that? You two usually bicker and argue and Soobin has seen the murderous intent in your eyes whenever Beomgyu tries to provoke you. Sure, the amount of daily arguments has definitely died down as of late and it’s mostly one-sided now, but if there’s anyone close enough to disturb your weekend for something stupid, it’d be Jake.
But they say nothing about it and watch as Beomgyu disappears inside and comes back out a minute later with you in tow, pulling you into the patio by the arm you as you grumble and groan, begrudgingly forcing your legs to follow him. “Seriously, what do you want? I was having a nice nap, you bastard. Where are you taking me? Hey, answer me. Are you still mad about the—”
When you finally notice the rest of their presence, you stop complaining.
“What’s this? Are you having a cult meeting?”
Jake greets you with a smile. “Take a seat! We’ll explain everything.”
It’s almost impossible to glean anything coherent when there are five-ish boys talking at the same time, but you seem fine, nodding along to whatever Beomgyu and Jay are currently rambling into both of your years. Soobin grows increasingly worried by the second. “I’m so sorry. You really don’t have to do this.”
He hopes you don’t want to do this. Knowing how you practically terrorized him a few weeks ago for accidentally taking a bite out of your ice cream, you probably didn’t want to deal with him either. Yes. This is good. Soobin can just ignore the group chat and ghost his old classmates on the day of the event, so this is—
“I’m down,” you finally say.
—what?
“You’re— you’re down?” he stutters out. He must have heard wrong, obviously. Haha, there’s no way you would—
“Yup. It’s this Saturday, right? I’m pretty sure I’ll be free, so it’s cool.”
Well, shit.
He’s fucked.
“Why do I feel like you’ve done something like this before?” Beomgyu shoots you a glare of suspicion. You grin. “Of fucking course you have.”
“Sunoo paid me a pretty convincing fee for me to sit pretty at his sister’s wedding,” you explain before shifting your gaze to Soobin, a smile playing on your lips. His fingernails dig into his palms. “Obviously for Soobin, I’ll do it for free. But we have a problem.”
His eyes flit away not even a second after, chest tightening on the spot.
“Yeah. I think we need to work on that.”
Thus begins the series of daily staring contests between the both of you for the next four days until Saturday. It scares the shit out of him when you bang on his door at random times of the day just to torment him with your very existence. Soobin knows you’re doing this to help him. He knows, he really does, but he’s not very good at maintaining eye contact without his heart racing at an unhealthy rate and without sweating profusely. His longest record has been ten and a half seconds before his face explodes like a volcano.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think this is gonna work.”
Soobin’s muffled voice is weak, red face buried into his palms as you both sit cross-legged on his mattress after another failed staring contest. The rows and rows of anime figurines he has displayed next to his bed are all staring at him in disgusting judgment. It’s now Friday. The reunion is tomorrow, and he can’t even look at you— much less pretend like you’ve been dating for the past six fucking months.
“No! You can do it, Soobin! I believe in you! Let’s try one more time, okay?”
You grab his hands, pulling them away from his face and they settle on his soft blankets, yours over his, and he starts silently freaking out because shit— holy shit, you’re squeezing his knuckles. It’s barely any pressure, but he feels it shooting into his throat like a silver snake choking him with ten pints of venom and that’s not even the worst part because you’ve decided to start looking him in the eye again.
He rasps out a little noise and tilts his head down to the right. You do the same. He shifts his gaze to the left. You do the fucking same, chasing after his eyes relentlessly like a god damned predator on the hunt and he can feel his palms sweating pathetically into his blanket while you’re still locking them in place.
“Okay,” you breathe out, leaning back and he finally feels the blood circulating into his fingers. “What if we follow Jay’s suggestion instead and have you wear sunglasses the entire time?”
Honestly, it’s about time you gave up on him.
Your eyebrows are scrunched, deep in thought. Soobin can look at you right now because you’re spacing out and not attacking him with the depth of your stare. He’s not used to attention in general, so something about your pretty eyes with pretty eyelashes and prettily focused expression looking directly at him just renders him completely useless. It’s fine when you’re absentmindedly looking at the posters on his wall, still in the midst of weighing your options. It’s fine because you aren’t focused on him.
“But the event is indoors and in the evening, so that won’t make a lot of sense.” And his composure immediately topples down when you flit your gaze back at him. His breath hitches in his throat. “Soobin, do you have any other ideas?”
He grabs the nearest pillow and squeezes it to his chest. “Do— do we have to do this? Can’t we just show up and leave after ten minutes?” Better yet, he just doesn’t show up at all. But you’ve been putting in so much effort these past few days, so he doesn’t want to cancel out of nowhere.
You frown. “Eye contact is the first step to selling that we’re a real couple! Even if we stay for only ten minutes, they’ll get suspicious if you can’t even look at me,” you tell him. “Soobin, let’s keep trying. C’mon.”
Soobin is trying. He really is trying his best but one more round and he feels he might actually rupture a brain vessel. “Alright,” you exhale. “Nevermind. We’ll handle it somehow. I’ll head back to my room now so you can rest up. See you tomorrow.”
It takes no time for you to get off his bed and start walking to his door. His stomach sinks, watching your back as you reach out for the doorknob and Soobin feels like he had just disappointed you.
He moves before his mind can think. Before he knows it, he’s out of the bed and is holding your wrist and pulling your hand away from the door.
You look at him. He looks at you, drenched in the color of panic and confusion and at the same time a shade of earnest emotion. It stays like this for a good couple of seconds, until your lips curl into a smile and your free arm reaches up to his head, fingers dipping into his hair for a light pat.
“Thirty seconds. Good job. See you tomorrow.”
Now you completely understand why Soobin didn’t want to attend this dumpfest.
The hotel function room is fancy. Truly fancy. But the elegant crystal interiors and decor can’t hide the scent of pretentious obnoxiousness in the air, and the music siphoning through the speakers can’t drown out the sound of shit and crap and trash being exchanged between alleged old friends and classmates. It’s gross. The only saving grace of the night is the wine you’re swirling in your hand, regulating your slowly thinning patience at the scene before you.
“Soobin, buddy! Oh man, I didn’t think you’d make it!”
Here we go again. This is the what— fourth, fifth person? Soobin greets number five with less enthusiasm than the newcomer. He’s already worn out, poor boy. You prepare to intervene when you get an opening.
“Jaeyul,” Soobin says. “Hi.”
“It’s been a while, aye? You look great, man! What’s your glow up secret? You gotta tell men dude.”
Another patronizing comment from a mediocre looking male at best. They’re really lucky Soobin is an angel. You can see the discomfort in his smile when the Jae-something bastard hooks him by the neck, tugging your beanpole down because he’s at least four inches taller than his snotty ex-classmate. He looks even more uncomfortable than the time he got an unsolicited view of your red underwear. If it were you, you would’ve already kneed him in the balls to shut up his endlessly chattering mouth.
The guy’s gaze finally lands on you, tucked quietly behind Soobin’s shoulder. Took him long enough, honestly. You’ve been giving him the nastiest stare you can muster for the past five minutes, it’s honestly amazing that he only noticed now. “Who’s this?” he asks. Now, he’s just blatantly checking out someone else’s (fake) girlfriend. You hold back a scoff, but a sneer manages to slip out.
Soobin straightens, ready to repeat the script he’s been cycling through since the beginning of the night. “O-oh, this— this is—” But he seems to be a lot more nervous now. You decide to take the reins and give him a break.
“I’m his girlfriend,” you give Jae-whatever a smile, stepping forward to hold onto Soobin’s arm, who in return flinches at your touch. “Hi. I hope you don’t mind me intruding on your whole reunion. It’s just that I can’t bear to be apart from my Soobin for too long, you know?”
You’re hoping that your sickeningly sweet tone disgusts the living hell out of him and drives him away, but for some reason he lacks the social awareness to do that. “No, not at all. In fact, completely understand. I’m a taken man myself, you know?” That makes this situation a million times worse. He momentarily shifts away from you and directs his next words to Soobin. “Do you remember Bitna? We started seeing each other a few months ago.”
You can feel him stiffen next to you. “Congrats. I’m happy for both of you.”
“Didn’t you used to have a crush on her? I remember you’d give her chocolates every valentine’s—”
The twitch in his grin doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Alright, enough of this bullshit. You’re done humoring this bastard.
“Oh, sorry!” he turns to you again. “That was tactless of me, oh no. I apologize.”
You press your lips together, still smiling. “It’s fine. I wasn’t really paying attention to the bullshit you’ve been tirelessly spouting. I was wondering when you’d shut your trap and finally fuck off.”
Soobin snaps his head towards you, eyes wide in alarm. His dear old friend looks equally shocked. You hum and maintain your expression, pressing yourself closer to Soobin. “Is Bitna the one looking at us right now? Oh dear.” Shot in the dark, but you hit the mark anyway. “Anyway, if you’ll excuse us. My boyfriend and I will be heading back to our suite now to have absolutely brain-shattering, mind-numbing sex for the rest of the night that you—from the looks of your girlfriend over there— won’t be having for the rest of the week if you’re lucky enough to salvage your relationship. It was nice meeting you!”
You can see Bitna stomping her way over to her boyfriend, carrying a palpable dark force in her wake, so you quickly tug Soobin away by the hand and make your quick exit out the function room and into the elevator. You’re aware of how Soobin is currently looking at you like you’re insane as you press on the lowermost button on the panel. His eyes are practically drilling into the side of your face.
“This— this isn’t the way to our room.”
“I know,” you reply, watching as the doors close in front of you. Jay booked a room to sell your whole schtick a little further, but looks like you won’t be able to use it. “We’re not going to our room. That is unless you actually want to follow through with what I said earlier?”
When you turn to look at him, he’s already drenched in pink. You hold back a laugh. They make it so easy for you to mess with them. “I’m joking. I doubt you’d want to spend a minute longer here, so let’s just dip. These clothes are getting stuffy.”
Somehow you found yourselves at the 7-Eleven outside your subdivision, overdressed and sharing a pint of ice cream and two beers under the empty store’s fluorescent lights. You stuff a spoonful into your mouth and let your gaze linger on him for a while. Soobin has his head down, quietly staring at the top of his beer can. With a face like that, you think he’d be more confident and outspoken, but it’s almost funny how he’s trying to scrunch up his large frame in the tiny seat in front of you.
Look, you’re simply tapping an index finger on the back of his hand and he immediately flinches and draws it back. He’s so shy, so timid that you can’t help but grow soft on him.
“I’m sorry,” is the first thing he says since you left the hotel.
You rest your cheek against your palm. “For what?”
“I mean, it’s just that— you spent the past four days making sure I didn’t mess up our whole act, but I messed it up anyway and we ended up leaving early. I’m sorry for wasting all your time and effort like that. I’m—I’m really sorry for being so hopeless and pathetic and—”
“Hey, don’t say that,” you cut him off. “If there’s anyone that’s pathetic, it’s that Jaeyun? No, Jaeyun is Jake. It’s that Jae-something bastard who’s pathetic. I mean, was he not loved enough as a child? Does he have a disease that makes everything that comes out of his mouth unrecyclable trash? Anyway, if anything, it should be me and the rest of the boys apologizing for forcing you into this. I’ll help you guilt trip them later when we get—”
You stop. You stop because you notice how his eyes are getting a little red, and how they’re getting a little glassy, and how he’s nipping at his bottom lip that you’re afraid it might start bleeding.
“Oh. Oh no. Soobin, please don’t cry.”
And he starts crying. Well, fuck.
You hastily get out of your seat and plop down right next to him, letting his head drop down to your shoulder. He continues sniffling as you switch between rubbing his back and giving him pats on the head, staring blankly at the empty aisles because the last thing you expected to do today is comfort a grown man in a dingy convenience store while you’re in high heels and a strappy dress.
“Let’s have a movie marathon with the boys when we get back, okay?”
At least you’ve gotten better at consoling people. It seems like a useful skill to have for the rest of your stay.
HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS.
© hannie-dul-set, 2023.
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I said don't peak C Long, you suck. Oscar/Lando/Liam/Logan x Streamer! Reader
Plot: You are a streamer and competitive Valorant Player for Fnatic, in the off season Lando reaches out after you win Valorant Champion's to teach him how to play as he's getting bored of Fortnite.
A/N: This is very Valorant heavy, if you do not like gaming proceed with caution as you may be a little confused but the good vibes are there!
Credit to givemegifs for the GIF
You were part of the Fnatic Valorant team, in 2023 you'd helped them win back to back championships for Lock//In and VCT Masters. You were offered your seat at the start of 2023.
You were already very close with your IGL Boaster, being from the same area helped. But after meeting your other teammates, Derke, Chronicle and Alfajer you guys became amazing when playing together.
It was hard being the only woman on the team, you'd come from Game Changers being on an all female team to all of these men. However your stats were high and you were a massive part of the team.
You were a complete bombshell, people knew you were good from your IGL role and seeing you compete previously but Fnatic really lucked out having you on their team.
You often hung out with him and his girlfriend Yinsu. You felt bad when they'd offer you to crash their date and often it took hours of convincing you to come with them before you did.
But they got busier, and your other Valorant friends who you either couldn't see because they were on the other side of the world or they were also extremely busier you started to get into a bit of a slump.
You'd go to practice with the team, the only fun and exciting part of your day, before going choosing between a cafe, restaurant or bar to spend your evening in, hoping someone or a group of people would come up and offer you to join them on their nightly adventures.
After an extremely good start to 2024 with another Championship trophy, you'd been saying to stream how you wanted to start playing more games and make a YouTube account for IRL you...
They jumped at the offer, begging you in chat to do both. Apart from Valorant, which of course was your main game as a professional player, you played other games at the request of your fans. Sometimes being small niche indie games where you would just be able to chill with music and answer their burning questions or sometimes you'd play throw back games, like Minecraft, GTA San Andreas, Resident Evil 4 which would often be pretty chaotic but fun none the less.
You'd even once played FIFA... which was awful and you would not do well as a professional football player or a professional FIFA player. You were so bad that actual footballers had reached out to you joking around with how they'd stay clear of you on the pitch.
But it was when you were asked to play the new F12024 game that you looked at your chat as if they were crazy. The sim set up's were crazy expensive, not that you couldn't afford that. Of course you could. But you didn't want it to be a waste of room or parts for what could potentially be a one time use.
This is how Lando Norris ended up in your chat. He'd spent the start of his 2023 winter break playing Fortnite with AngryGinge, and even off stream in his downtime between races he would often still be playing it.
However, by the time summer break rolled around it was getting stale, and Tarkov was too. He needed something new, and Max kept trying to get him to play Valorant, Oscar did too saying it was a mix of Call of Duty and Overwatch and it was very fun to play.
So of course he did his research, being free he downloaded it anyway. It was free even if it sat there and never got played it wasn't like he was loosing anything. After doing research and watching some gameplay, he'd fallen asleep and the YouTube algorithm took him on his journey to you.
He slept peacefully despite the change in volume, gun sounds, voice lines and all the talking behind the videos that YouTube were throwing at him. When he woke up, he was graced with your, in his bold opinion, stunning face. He watched as you played, it was seemingly a montage of your best moments. The camera would often change from you being in a bedroom, to a stadium to a different room.
He was so so intrigued he just had to go down a deep dive of you content. He spent nearly a whole Tuesday looking into your content, from your old stream vod's to the Vlog's on your IRL channel. You just had this personality he assumed would draw anyone in.
I mean who wouldn't like you, you were young, funny, absolutely gorgeous and kind.
So he reached out to you.
At first you didn't see the DM and follow request as you rarely opened Instagram, but after winning your second Cup in 2024 and having spent time in America with some of your friends it was time to get posting.
Lando Norris... you were confused by the name. These day's anyone with some cash could have a blue tick, so you looked over his profile and was surprised to find an athlete.
An athlete in your DM's wasn't uncommon, but a young hot one asking for a Valorant coach for him and his racing friends... now that was rare.
You replied instantly, the thought of being able to hang out with new people and gain some friends was exciting to you. Lando asked if you would be willing to meet up with him, he thought discord was a little awkward and cringey for the first time meeting someone. He happened to be in London so it was sort of perfect.
You met, and he was a nice as you expected. He let you talk about everything you wanted to, never interrupting, never trying to one up your stories... just listening and adding his input where necessary. But you let him do the same, your eyes lighting up when you saw his passion for his career in racing and how highly he spoke of it.
It was just incredible. The way he drove round all of those corner at insane speeds that you'd never dare reach in your Audi TT! And when he went into the behind the scenes you were even more in wonder.
When it came to talk about coaching him in Valorant, at first he'd made a joke about learning so Quadrant could have a Valorant team and beat Fnatic in championships, to which you'd retorted saying Fnatic would become a constructor in F1 and make the fastest car on the grid.
However, he was being partially serious. He wanted to move quadrant forward and with all the announcements they had made at the start of the year, it was time to do more things that would get peoples attention from different places.
He was thinking of a Quadrant team of well of course 5 people with some reserves. Max was the best right now, not close to your Immortal level, peaking Radiant. But he was now in Plat territory whereas Lando dreaded to think of where he would be.
"So you want us to play, with your friends Oscar, Liam and Logan. In a 5 stack on stream..." you'd asked and he nodded enthusiastically. You'd grinned just as enthusiastic.
However, right now you were in the middle of crying from both laugher and frustration. They all played games, however you didn't know that none of them had played Valorant.
When you first started your chat was going crazy, not only was this great because your fans were seeing you coach, but it brought in all the F1 fans so they could watch their fave drivers play games.
"So, how about just a small little warm up with a deathmatch?" you asked them all, and the silence that came after was deafening.
"Guys?" you asked with an awkward laugh, checking you weren't accidently muted and talking to yourself.
"Sorry Y/N your gonna have to explain each thing to us" Liam laughed.
"Okay, Deathmatch is where you kill anyone and everyone. Might be hard for you guys, as it will be really mixed elo!" you explain. However doing a deathmatch just had them complaining, only Oscar and Liam had managed to kill you. Oscar having decent aim from his time on COD and catching you of guard and Liam being a sneaky rat, coming up behind you and knifing you.
"Okay that was so unfair... you've got like look at that she got to 40 in no time... that was the quickest game mode ever!" Logan complained, salty with his 5 kills.
"How about a team death match. We are all on the same team then, first team to 100 wins, so we are all winners that way" you smile, hoping they'd prefer it more.
Which they did, you chilled out a little, letting them practice and get the gist of things while giving them pointers, when Lando flashed you with his ability or when Liam chucked a grenade at you. Or littler things like their movement, and how to not sweep the floor with their cross hair. But it was hard coaching when you couldn't see everything.
"Okay, lets move onto some swift plays?" you ask and a chorus of agreements dound through the mic. You explained the game mode to them while you were all in agent select before explaining how a good team looks. It was hard where 3 of them only had the standard characters. You settled on Lando as Pheonix, Logan as Sage, and Liam as Sova. Oscar only had three other characters unlocked being Iso, the newest agent, KAY/0 because in his words 'cool robot guy' and then of course Skye because she was Australian. He ended up picking Skye which left you locking in Omen to smoke as you didn't trust any of them to smoke.
"I think this is the most busted team composition I've ever had" you admit.
"Well, the more we play with you the more characters we unlock, now which one is from America!" Logan asks and you explain to him Viper and Brimstone are both American.
"Any cool people from New Zealand?" Liam asks hopefully.
"No not yet but RiotGames if for some reason you are in the chat, or if you see this. Lets get a New Zealander agent and call it Liam!" you exclaim.
"They should get a female British Agent and call it Y/N and make it look like you!" Lando offers before saying one of Pheonix's voice lines that he just heard.
"That would be very cool, take notes Riot!" you smile widely.
"So like, do you ever sit there and think... wow i play games for a living" Logan asks, filter completely gone and out the window, making you choke on the sip of water you were having at the sudden and brash question.
"Do you ever sit back and think ... wow i drive fast cars for a living?" you try snap back but you realize his job does in fact down a lot cooler than yours.
"Nah, guys don't sell her short. From one YouTube Guy to a YouTube Gal, cough cough collab when ..., your doing great!" Liam jokes, thinking of his part-time YouTube career on the side of being a F1 reserve driver.
"Ohhhhh a collab with the Liam Lawson! I'm honored, but fr i would love to do Disney with you and Hannah!" you grin, having made sure to watch his vlogs in detail before you all played games.
"You watch my vlogs??" he asks screaming into his mic.
"On occasion..."
"Do you watch my LandoLogs" Lando asks interrupting the sweet and wholesome moment between you and Liam.
"No!" you exclaim before continuing your conversation with Liam making the others all snicker.
For some reason, Lando and Liam had taken the spike A while Logan and Oscar peaked B window. You jiggle peaked C long and narrowly missed an Operator. Seeing that you decide to rotate back to where Lando and Liam are rotating to Oscar and Logan.
"Don't peak C Long, its being held by an op" you let them know.
As you peak garage, you get the first kill. Then the round picks up, someone swinging out from B main giving you a quick flick and a head shot.
"What the hell guys, I said don't peak C long, you suck!" you exclaim, checking that both Lando and Liam were dead at the end of C long along with spike.
"Look, in my defence i heard 'peak C long" Lando says, with a mouth full of food watching you play.
"I just tried to reclaim spike after Lando died, i heard you loud and clear" Liam justifies whilst throwing Lando under the bus.
"Okay Oscar, you stay here" you ping the map where you wanted him to lurk until you got onto site.
"Logan, follow me and we going to go two separate ways" you explain where you want him to go. You both shift onto sight, you going through C window and Logan going through the short alley onto C. You catch a rotator killing them. Logan gets onto sight being the bait for the Sage holding site with the OP. She whiffs the first shot, however get's the neck shot.
"120, she's so low" he cries in frustration.
"Okay Oscar, get spike and rotate to A" you say as you come from behind killing the enemy sage. You take the op from them wanting the advantage of the better gun.
You send your smoke out to A before using your charged up Alt to get onto site before Oscar to secure it. You situate yourself up in heaven. Watching sight, you quickly ping where Oscar should plant they you'll both be able to see from A heaven and A long.
"We got this Osc" you say as he retreats from his plant. He knows exactly where he should be watching and before you know it he has the kill.
"Amazing stuff guys, apart from you Lando" you joke making him scoff and start to throw insults your way.
"Ah ah ah! Now i wouldn't ever dare criticize your driving now would I Lando! Lets stick to our professions yeah?" you tease him, he however changes conversation saying he was going to start streaming.
"You want me to end and raid you?" you ask, and he agrees greedily smiling. You guys had been playing for around 2 and a half hours so you didn't mind ending now.
You played for some more hours, people got very excited when they saw that Lando specifically started streaming. And now they could see the way he'd blush whenever you teased him or flirted, which wasn't even really flirting ... but chat deemed you to just have this natural rizz. They could see his reactions whenever Logan, Oscar or Liam would make fun off him.
His chat was going crazy, asking if he liked you and if you'd met.
"Me and Y/N have met chat" he offers and everyone goes silent. The others didn't know you guys had actually met up, they just knew Lando slung you a DM and somehow you replied and gave him your discord.
"You guys don't believe me?" he asks in shock, reading chat every time a round ends or when he dies.
"Even you Max what the hell" he cries when he see's Max type a snide comment in chat about how there's no way in hell you would have met up with him.
"Fine, you guys don't believe me! Here!" he says shoving his phone up the camera showing the selfie he had taken in a cafe the day you guys first met.
"Where did we meet. In London, I dm'ed her on Instagram and asked to meet her. I wanna do new things with Quadrant and further the e-sports that we do here so i reached out to Y/N as a friend to see how her org did stuff" he explains.
"Y/N to Quadrant? I dunno guys, she's happy in Fnatic right now and unless we got other players that were on a professional level, i don't think she'd give up such a good spot where she's in a winning team for people who arent even on a professional level right now!" he explains before unmuting himself again.
"So, everyone's saying you should come to a race!" Lando offers Y/N.
"I'll come to a race if you guys all come watch me at VCT?!" she questions and they all agree.
"Deal!"
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PERFECTLY FINE – CHAPTER ONE (BAHRAIN)
genre: fluff, angst, etc.
warnings: hmmm nothing i think
word count: 5.3k
author's note: aaaa first chapter !! i don't rlly like it but still !!!! a very much opener/get-to-know-the-characters/intro chapter, so maybe boring at times idk. still so excited, thanks to everyone who's contributed. love u all <333
author's note pt2: when i write about the different drivers and their living situations, i know it's not all accurate to how they actually live irl. ik i wrote modena instead of maranello here for ollie although idk exactly when he moved, but there are mentions of milton keynes for the rbj drivers bcs it made it easier for me. anyways, just go with whatever i say about how they live lol. also !!!! i changed yn's team from mp to campos hehe. okay now let's start :)
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the winter break coming to an end is always a bittersweet feeling.
having a lot of free time to catch up with friends and family is always greatly appreciated, but at the same time, it doesn't take many days before you miss racing after the last race of the season. especially when the season is as short as the f3 season is, and especially when you don't partake in any of the winter-season races.
this year, though, coming back to the paddock doesn't feel as complicated as it most often does. your heart is light and your smile is big as you enter through the gates after the long taxi ride from your hotel, and you already can't wait to get started.
as you make your way toward the campos truck, you greet a few people you meet here and there, but it's the sight of a head full of dark, curly hair that makes you stop in your tracks. "jak!"
the american turns around when he hears your voice, grin taking over his face already. you strut all the way over to him, practically throwing yourself into his arms. "hey there," he chuckles, giving you a big hug.
"oh, i've missed you so much!" you exclaim, giving him one last squeeze before pulling away. "it feels like i haven't seen you in ages."
"right? the break was way too long."
juan pokes his head through the door to the truck when he hears your voices, making some kind of comment about all of these loud teenagers always causing a commotion, before coming down to greet you with a hug as well. "how was your break?" he asks.
"wonderful, really. i spent most of it at home, catching up with family and friends. then me and ollie-" your eyes widen at your own words. you clear your throat, looking away from both of the boys for a second. "well, i went to italy."
your relationship with ollie isn't exactly a secret around the paddock, but it's a bit of an unspoken rule not to mention it too much. both because you all want to separate your personal lives from your racing ones – you don't wish to crash into a close friend like jak any more than you'd like to crash into ollie, after all – and because a certain other driver might be around to hear.
someone who's quite the conflict of interest in this specific topic.
your break truly was wonderful. it felt like the only things on your schedule were skiing in the italian mountains, gym-and sim-training, and just relaxing at home in england to recharge for the next season. you had spent a lot of it with ollie, getting to know both him and his family better. it hadn't taken you long before you were best friends with his little sister, sharing little inside jokes and spending time cheering her on at the stable. and you'd even grown surprisingly close with ollie's younger brother, and you loved seeing the three siblings interact.
they all made you feel truly at home with them, like an extended family. you couldn't have asked for anything more.
ollie was well-known in your family even before the break, especially considering how he was one of the first drivers your father picked out for the academy. and during the break, he only further impressed them; he always helped out with household tasks, he did his best to create connections to every relative of yours that he met, and he even bought the sweetest little christmas presents for your parents and grandparents. however, just the mention of italy in your current conversation is enough to make the dams drivers understand. no other detail is necessary.
when you're done talking about your break, it's juan's turn, and then jak's. during the catchup, more and more people drop by to say hello, and it doesn't take long before there's a full-on gathering outside the dams truck. dennis, another one of your former academy members, and pepe, your new teammate and newly found platonic soulmate, both listen in as jak tells you all about how jetlagged he is after coming back from the states just two days ago. "have you gotten properly settled in with aston?" you ask with a smile.
"totally. it's been great, honestly. even the apartment they found for me is top-notch."
"oh? better than milton keynes?"
jak raises his eyebrows at you, and then he bursts out laughing. "duh." throughout the many years of living next-door from each other, there wasn't a single day when the two of you didn't complain about something the apartment complex. the smell, the noise, the trails of blood in the staircase; not exactly things you'll miss when you move out one day.
"i still can't really believe we're not neighbors anymore," you complain, jutting out your bottom lip as you speak. "i've been so close to knocking on your old door so many times, but now some other freak lives there-"
"hey!" pepe shoves your shoulder, and the whole group laughs. "you're much worse than i am!"
"i'm so glad i finally moved out of there," dennis chimes in. "if i had been neighbors with y/n and pepe at the same time… i don't think i would've gotten any sleep at all, man."
"i didn't get any sleep for four years when i lived there..." jak groans.
"is this your first time in a series together?" juan jumps in, looking between you and jak, but seems surprised when you both nod. "best friends but you've never raced each other? maybe this season is what forces you apart."
"yeah, what will you do if i crash into you when you're in the lead?" jak teases, pressing an elbow into your side.
"then i think a few compromising pictures of you might make their way to the aston martin headquarters..."
when it's like this, being on the same grid with all of these people is so easy. you're all friends, not opponents. all in the same boat with the same excitement and expectations for the season. unfortunately, you know it won't stay this uncomplicated for long. when you're actually out on track in a few weeks, forcing each other into the walls and swearing at each other over the team radios, there won't be any more happy faces.
but for now, you enjoy smiling with the people who are just as much your friends as they are your enemies. that is, until you spot someone else joining your little group.
paul.
suddenly, the smile feels much more forced; the air is thicker and harder to breathe in. and when he makes his way over to you, a lump forms in your throat.
a lump you understand probably won't disappear all season.
the second you're back in your hotel room, you reach for the little dark blue book you've hidden in your bedside drawer. the pen in your hand is one you've had for years, one you always bring with you to every race weekend. the ink has been refilled possibly hundreds of times, but the plastic body has remained the same ever since you bought it.
the journal itself is torn; it's been used and loved for many years, too. it's like an extra best friend, a second home. when you're writing in it, it's one of the few times you feel like you can actually be your true, authentic self – it's one of the few times when you're not afraid that someone will judge your emotions or thoughts.
today, you know what you want to write about instantly.
i saw paul for the first time since abu dhabi.
i haven't been able to stop thinking about him. no matter how hard, i couldn't get him out of my mind. i've been wondering what he looks like now, how his voice has changed, if his smile is still as bright. and suddenly, he was there and i saw him.
the answer? he's just as he always was. and i can't tell if that makes me feel alright or awful.
you're pulled out of your head by the sound of a knock on your door, and you instantly scramble to hide your journal in the drawer again. the second you pull the door open and ollie's gaze meets yours, it's like all of your previous thoughts disappear. it's just you and him again; no one else even exists.
especially not paul.
"are you ready to go?" ollie asks, hands finding your sides as he leans in to press a quick kiss to your cheek. "i found the address of some good pasta place, it's just a few blocks from here."
you nod, your hands landing on top of his and giving them a quick squeeze before pulling away. "i just need to put on some earrings," you start, backing into the room. "will you help me choose?"
"of course."
"carlos set a stunning lap today. did you see it?"
the question makes you roll your eyes, letting out a sigh as you bring out three plates from the cupboard above the stove. your dad has always been quick to comment on anything good regarding ferrari; to anyone living in the max verstappen era, even a sliver of a good result is enough to spark some hope, so you aren't exactly surprised. "yes, dad. of course i saw it."
"i reckon this will be our year," your dad continues as you walk past him cooking by the stove, carrying the plates to the dinner table. "carlos will make them regret getting lewis instead of him."
you can't help the chuckle that leaves your mouth. your mom gives you a knowing glare over her newspaper – don't start anything. you choose to ignore it. "you really think this is how it's going to look next week during the actual race?" you ask. "you don't think max is sandbagging the slightest?"
"i'm just telling you," your dad starts, giving his stew a good stir. the snarky tone in his voice is unmistakable. "don't come home crying to me when you realize red bull isn't going to cut it anymore. if you regret your choices, go somewhere else."
even like this, when you're back home for a few days to catch up with your family, neither of you can stay away from this bickering. your dad is always pestering you about sticking with the red bull junior team, and you never can back down from a fight. you're way too stubborn.
"are you saying that i wouldn't have a place in ferrari if i wanted to?" you set the plates down with a thud, the sound making your mother flinch in her seat by the table. "you would say no to your only daughter, huh?"
"i'm just saying that you'd need to prove yourself to get into the academy."
despite your harsh tones, most people around you think you're just joking around when you act like this; some family-mockery can never hurt, right? however, there's always a hint of seriousness behind it. it's been like this between the two of you forever, and especially ever since your dad became the head of the ferrari driver academy – the rivalry between you two is stronger than ever.
you've always been sure of your choice; you've always felt like the red bull family is perfect for you. but recently, you've started to wonder if staying with the team actually was the right thing for you. what really is your future in the team? it's not like you haven't got great drivers ahead of you, drivers who will be called in for a possible f1 seat before you.
and it's not like red bull has a stellar record of keeping all of their drivers. they only have four seats in formula one, after all.
your dad wants you in ferrari, that much is clear. you may have joined the red bull junior team because of his past with the team; he did win their first ever championship, after all. accepting was the only option when you got the offer to join. however... your dad really wants you in ferrari. there's just something about the brand, the colors and the history that obviously is intriguing for everyone. even lewis hamilton couldn't stay away, for god's sake.
you can't admit it, though. not here, not right now.
so instead, you choose to fight fire with fire. "bullshit," you mumble under your breath before speaking clearly again. "second in the championship last year wasn't proof enough?"
"stop this," your mom says, folding up her newspaper and placing it on the table. you roll your eyes yet again but look back at her when she speaks again. "new subject: how is our dear ollie doing?"
you visibly relax at the question, your heart softening in your chest. "he's good. he's back in modena now, so..."
if it had been your dad asking about ollie, you know it would've been because he's interested in how the academy is doing. but since your mom is the one asking, you know it's real concern and curiosity. "how did he find the new car? did he enjoy testing?"
"not really," you say, slipping into the seat opposite your mum as your dad places the pot of stew in front of you on the table. "though, you know, the prema cars are never that good in bahrain. but he assumes they'll bounce back."
there's something in your dad's tone when he speaks again that makes you stop in the middle of your reach for the ladle. "yeah, so i've heard..." it's almost sarcastic, maybe a bit... irritated?
you turn towards him, a frown on your face. "what?"
"william," your mom says with a shake of her head. she knows something. "let's not go there." but just as you're about to call them out on how strange they're acting, she speaks again: "what do your upcoming weeks look like? for how long will you be back in england?"
anyone with eyes – or even without, to be fair – can tell that they're hiding something. and while your curiosity is killing you, you're not in the mood for a full-fledged fight at this time. you take the high road, which isn't your most familiar way of handling things like this, and try your best to push away any wishes to question your parents. you answer, engage in polite conversations and chat about your upcoming season. then, you thank them for dinner and leave the house after giving them their respective kisses on their cheeks.
but all evening, your mind is on something else. and when you get back home to your apartment, your fingers itch to send ollie a text asking if he knows anything. but instead, you go to bed with a knot in your stomach. maybe it's a topic for another day.
being back in the car for testing was great, but it was nothing compared to being back on the track for an actual race weekend. the first round of the championship was something you'd looked forward to for what felt like years, and now it was finally time. you've never been more excited, or nervous, for any race weekend.
you weren't off to the best of starts, though. qualifying has always been one of your stronger suits, so coming 13th was not a result you had anticipated. thankfully, it meant you had time to practice overtaking and had a good chance of improving your place. having to start right behind pepe and paul in both races was an interesting coincidence, but you were obviously not going to let any of it affect your racing.
though p8 is not the best place to finish, you are actually quite pleased with having gained several positions in the sprint race and taking your first point of the year. the car was, as you knew it would be, very different from the f3 car, although you were surprisingly confident and managed it well despite the circumstances.
paul, too, handled it all very well – p12 to p5 is a great record. and when he sees the timing board and realizes that you also did well considering the circumstances, he's overjoyed. he's practically bouncing down the paddock when he finally gets out of his car, accepting the fans' cheers and the handshakes from his engineers with a big grin. and when he sees you further down the paddock, his mind is filled with memories of the two of you celebrating your good placements in all other categories.
just because you aren't a couple now doesn't mean you can't honor these results together, right?
but just a second later, he realizes that you're surrounded by the familiar red-clad staff members instead of your own campos staff, and you're standing right by that red prema car he knows so well. and, sure enough, soon the person he'd forgotten about steps up to you.
paul watches as you wrap your arms around ollie's shoulders, and his heart sinks in his chest. your boyfriend hides his face in your shoulder and your hand comes up to stroke the skin on the back of his neck. paul can tell how your lips are moving, and the pout you're showing off tells him enough about what's going on even though he can't actually hear what you're saying. you aren't prioritizing being happy about your own race – it's more important to comfort ollie.
to paul, there's something so unsettling about the sight. he's seen the two of you together many times before – besides, he gets tagged in pretty much every picture a fan takes of you with your boyfriend – but it isn't your proximity that he has issues with.
the thing that upsets him is the fact that there's a frown stretched across your features; one that doesn't leave even when you part from ollie, or when you're cheered on by your mechanics, or when you leave for your post-race interviews. a frown that any other time would be replaced with a big, proud smile because of your accomplishments.
the music blasting into your ears from your airpods cuts out the rest of the world, the usually so busy and loud paddock all gone the second you pressed the play button on your phone. it's been your favorite way of getting in the race mood for years; you're not superstitious in many other ways, but your playlist has stayed the same since your first season in f4. walking around the garage, doing your warmups, or even just sitting around and waiting to get in the car like you are right now, you listen to the exact same songs on repeat. it's one of the few things that makes you truly focus on the race ahead of you.
so when you feel two hands on your shoulders from behind, you jump in your seat. turning your head, you're relieved to see the big smile of pepe shining down at you. "did i scare you?" he asks loudly enough to cut through the music, and you barely have time to nod and take one airpod out before he speaks again. "good, that was my intention."
you slide your airpods into their case as pepe plops into the seat next to you, eyes zoning in on the f3 feature race on the screen in front of you. "i'm so upset," you huff, shaking your head. "did you see the start?"
"i heard," he answers just as dino's red car appears on the screen, and he crosses his arms over his chest. "but he's made up ten places already, right?"
"yeah..." you lean your head onto his shoulder with a sigh. "we should focus on the positives. like chris!"
"and like our upcoming race." you can practically hear his grin when he speaks. "i have a good feeling about it."
when you found out that jak was leaving the red bull junior academy last fall, you were heartbroken. he's been one of your closest friends ever since you first met; the two of you have always been joined by the hip, despite how you've never raced in the same series before, and you spent most of your free time either training together or just hanging out. how would you ever get over him leaving you all alone in the academy?
thankfully, pepe joined in the late summer. at first, you were just acquaintances, but something about his personality was too good not to fall for. it didn't take long for him to become one of your closest friends, too. another boy your age, another boy with crazy energy and amazing potential – he filled the void in your heart quite well.
as well as jak's old apartment.
you'd raced each other in f3 last season, though barely ever crossed paths or talked. but living next to each other, doing all of your sim work together, and now even being on the same team meant that your relationship went from zero to one hundred in just days.
this season is your first with campos, while he's been with the team for several years already, and so far he's been very good at helping you get used to everything off track. they took a big chance choosing two rookies for their lineup, and the two of you promised each other to do your best to make them satisfied with their choice. so far, you've gotten one third and eight place in your first-ever f2 race – and you're just getting started.
"i do, too," you hum. "let's go out there and show them today."
paul is beaming when you see him stroll back to the paddock after his media duties. his cap is perched on top of his head – the right cap, finally – and his fingers are still tightly wrapped around the neck of his champagne bottle. when he notices you leaning against the doorframe leading into the f2 hospitality, his smile grows even bigger.
you meet him halfway, arms wrapping around his shoulders easily, just like they have so many times before. one of his arms drapes around your waist and he holds you close, a hum vibrating from his chest. finally, he thinks to himself; this definitely makes up for all of the things he felt yesterday.
"congrats, paul," you tell him. "that was amazing. you were amazing."
"thank you," he says before pausing. then, he lets out a chuckle. "to be honest, i wasn't sure if you would care."
you frown at him when you pull slightly away from him, just enough to look into his eyes. is that what he really thought? that you wouldn't care about his driving? "oh, please. you still mean a lot to me, okay?" your hand moves down to his upper arm, giving it a soft squeeze. "i still consider you to be one of my closest friends."
friends. the word stings like a knife in his heart. it's been months since you broke up, and yet, it still feels like a raw wound.
paul forces a smile. he understands that despite how painful it is, there's something good in it. there's still a place for him in your heart, even if he's forced to share it with someone else.
he pulls you in again, and the hug is even tighter now than before. it's a comforting feeling; you're both at peace, with a good weekend behind you, in the arms of someone so close to you. after everything you've gone through together, but especially everything he has gone through these last few months with the mercedes academy and prema, you're finally through to the other side. "it all worked out in the end, huh?" you ask after a few moments of silence.
"i guess it did." you part from each other to leave that oh-so-familiar gap between you yet again. "will you be celebrating with us tonight? i think pepe had something planned. you know how he is."
you snort. "yeah, i do know. maybe i will." you shift uncomfortably, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes dart to the ground. "but, um... i'll have to check with..."
you don't even say his name – you don't have to. ollie's entire weekend has been so far from everyone's expectations, and if you know him correctly, he will not be in the mood for celebrations tonight.
paul nods slowly, pressing his lips into a thin line. "right."
the silence that follows is so awkward you can't help but chew on your bottom lip, a tiny sigh escaping through your mouth. he must be hating this, you think – today is supposed to be only a good day for him, he shouldn't have his ex's new relationship pushed up in his face.
"well, i have a debrief to get to," you make up, flashing him a quick smile. "congrats again, paul."
"thank you." he gives you another nod, before turning away and making his way towards the paddock. "pepe will text you!"
and just like that, he's off, and your mind wanders to the thought of actually going out to celebrate. ollie will definitely not join you, though you're not sure why you don't want to go without him. is it because you'd rather stay and comfort him?
or is it because you're scared of what you'll do, or feel, when you're alone with paul for the first time since you broke up?
"p5 is still good, my dear." your mom's voice booms out from the speakers of your phone as you drop it onto the desk, and you can't help but let out a sigh, taking a step back.
"of course, but... i feel like i could've done more." it was both true and not; with paul's five-second penalty, you definitely could've gained at least one more position if only you had stayed within that gap. but then again, a fifth position and ten more points was a great result for a rookie.
"but you'll still be going out to celebrate with your friends, right?"
you ended up telling pepe you weren't in the mood to party, despite his persistent complaints, and decided to instead use the evening for relaxation and recovery. your entire body, especially your neck, has really suffered this weekend – you were already sore after the shakedown, but this is on another level – so a bubble bath and a good night's sleep in your hotel room seemed like a much better choice.
"no, i'm just going to rest a little..." you hum, flopping down on the chair by the desk. "maybe grab something to eat with ollie."
weirdly enough, you haven't been able to get in contact with him all evening. you were told that he hurried back to his hotel room right after the race, not in the mood to talk to anyone on the team at all, so you chose to give him some time alone to cool down before you'll eventually go over there. still, you thought he would've answered at least one of your many texts by now.
thinking about your boyfriend, you suddenly remember something. "hey, mum?" she lets out an affirmative sound. "you remember when i was home last time, and dad said something about ollie and the car? and he acted all weird?" you pause for a moment, but when she doesn't say anything, you keep going. "what was that all about?"
"well darling, we..." you take the sudden silence as a sign that she might not be sure how honest she wants to be right now, and it makes you frown instinctively. she sighs. "we're just a little worried about him, that's all."
your confusion only grows. "what's that supposed to mean?"
"we're worried he's feeling too pressured to impress us." you hear her take a deep breath. "of course, your father is his boss, so it is natural in that way. but we wish he would just see us as any regular parents. he's always talking about racing like there's nothing else in the world, and..."
"that's not fair." you shake your head despite the fact that she can't see it. "that isn't him. he isn't all racing and no fun."
"oh love, i'm sure he is loads of fun, but-"
"i really have to go," you cut her off, standing from your seat. "talk to you later."
you hang up before she can even answer, the guilt in your head from treating your mother like that already pushed away by the anger growing inside of you.
you always assumed your parents loved ollie. sure, you knew they adored having paul over when you were still a couple, too, but ollie is every mother-in-law's dream son. he's from your country, he's a pure sweetheart, he's even in the fda for god's sake. how could they not love him?
and so what if he tries to impress them? who wouldn't do the same?
when ollie opens his door for you, he looks like he's just woken up from a bad night's sleep. bed head, bags under his eyes, and just a general aura of tiredness. if you didn't know better, you'd think he was an insomniac. but thinking back to how badly his race went, the sight of him just makes your stomach churn.
your arms wrap around his neck in an instant, pulling him into your warm embrace. you feel the tension in his upper back release right away, and ollie's hands find your sides, giving you a light squeeze. you refrain the urge to pull away when he nuzzles his nose into your neck, standing strong against your usual ticklishness, and your heart softens slightly when he lets out a deep sigh into your skin.
"you okay?" you finally manage to get out, and his answer comes in the form of a nod against your shoulder. "is there anything i can do for you?"
he pulls away but stays so close that you feel his breath against your face; so close that you're both slightly cross-eyed when your gazes meet. "stay with me?"
your answer is expressed through the fleeting kiss you press to his lips, your way of saying of course. ollie doesn't waste any time pulling you into his hotel room, and you flop down onto the bed with him. he sits up and watches you lie down against the covers, your head nestling into the pillow. "tell me about your race," he says as he reaches down to take your hand, his fingers slipping in between yours. "eight positions gained, huh?"
of course he doesn't want to talk about his own race. but the fact that he's willing to think about racing at all, just to let you have a chance to talk about how well you did and boast a little; it all makes your heart flutter.
and you're sure, you're so sure that he is so much more than just a racing driver. he's not what your parents think he is. he's an incredible racer, sure, but he's also the sweetest man you've ever met. the perfect boyfriend.
even when he's feeling like this, he takes his time to still pay attention to you and ask questions. and then he listens, he really listens, because he wants to understand every inch of your mind just as well as he geeks out about every detail of apexes and tyre degradation. and then he says just the right things, the things to sweep you off your feet yet again.
he's so perfect that he's incredibly easy to love.
so why is there a knot in your stomach at the thought of the race – and more specifically, the person on the last step of the podium?
why does your mind keep running back to how he's celebrating, and what it would be like if you'd been there with him?
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– the mafia series
PAIRING: sim jaeyun x fem!reader
SUMMARY: jake's job was simple, manage and monitor over the boys. he was a smart boy after all, he even created an app for the whole squad to use! it was extremely impressive. now, if only he could that intelligence to figure out your feelings for him.
WARNING: mentions of dead parents. the dark side of huge companies. reader seduces men as a job to help the boys. slight suggestive. had to add a COD reference bc i have been watching tons of 'call of duty: warzone' videos. lack of sunoo content in here (HOW THE HECK DID I NOT PUT HIM IN MUCH? I AM SO SORRY). the ending wasn't how i intended but you still end up with jake so yeah.
WORD COUNT: 6.1K words (i said i would make it 6K and i did!)
NOTE: if you didn't know, each member's story is connected! hence you can see the characters meet. however, it will be confusing for you if i go 'oh (name) met (name).' so i gave a name to the previous girl. for example, in here heeseung's girl is named Eun!
anyone and their parents who heard of the sim jaeyun would instantly start mentioning his awards and honours. jaeyun was the epitome of a perfect child, he was every parent’s dream child. good grades, a gentleman and a free pass to join any company he’d like. many weren’t shocked when jaeyun had announced he would be creating his own company. someone as rich and high class as him wouldn’t just join any company.
although jaeyun was famous for his prim and proper behaviour, no one knew the boy was part of the mafia. everyone except you.
“here.” you threw jake the thumbdrive. your lipstick was ruined from your day job.
“thanks (name).” jake smiles. he places the thumbdrive down on the table and goes over to help wipe the lipstick that was messed up with his thumb. “messy kisser i presume?” he cocks his brow. you pout.
“yeah, i think that was the dude’s first kiss in over 30 years.” you say. jake gags.
“I really don’t understand how you don’t gag while kissing older men.”
“simple, it’s part of my job and i will do it. i can’t back out of it, i commit to my work.”
“that’s disgusting. you do you though.”
“well, it’s not like i’m dating the guy. It’s part of my job.”
“i know but-”
“jakey, i know you worry for me but i’m fine.” you caressed his cheek before placing a peck there. “i’ll be on my way now, see you and the boys tomorrow.”
jake sighs as he watches you leaving the penthouse. Now, since there isn’t much info on both yours and jake’s relationship, let us travel back to elementary school.
it was the last year of elementary school and you were wondering if you would be able to make friends in middle school or even high school. no one ever really approached you in the past years of elementary school. you thought there was something off about you. that however, did not matter. you grew up independent since your parents were never there for you since you were 2. they were well…killed in a car crash and you have been living with your grandparents since then.
It was the 2nd year in middle school, you brought your books to the library and went to study there. it was silent for a little while until a group of boys walked in laughing and talking really loudly. it disturbed you and you tried to ignore it.
“don’t mind them.” a boy says. you looked up from your book to notice a cute boy with shaggy hair. he tilts his glasses up to place them back properly on his face. “they are always this noisy, the librarian will kick them out soon though.”
you nod, feeling a little awkward to even say anything to him. who was he and when did he sit in front of you?
“i’m sim jaeyun but my friends call me jake.” he holds out his hand for you to shake. you cautiously accepted it.
“i’m (name).”
“oh, i know. we are in the same class for all these years.” you tilt your head.
since when was he your classmate? do you just never pay attention to your surroundings?
“I sit behind you usually, i guess you don’t really notice.” the boy smiles.
oh he had the most beautiful and cutest smile ever. it was charming.
“i’m sorry i didn’t notice before.”
“it’s okay. maybe, you could repay by being my friend?” jake says.
you looked at the boy straight in the eyes and smiled, “sure.”
fast forward to high school, you never thought in your whole life would sim jaeyun turn out to be a total heartthrob. everyone’s eyes always trailed him, the constant surge of girls coming over to talk to him and flirt with him.
now you wouldn’t call yourself the jealous type but surprisingly with jake you were. no one ever really noticed how you were acting differently when some girls tried to flirt with him. well anyone who isn’t dumb. even the boys knew you liked him but it seems as though sim jaeyun was simply oblivious.
college came and ended surprisingly quick. well, you didn’t go to college, only the boys. you couldn’t afford it since your grandparents worked a minimum paying job. they were only able to afford food, water and the home you stayed in. you never wanted to pressure them so you simply told them that you didn’t want to continue studying. of course, they protested further and told you it was fine and that this would be for your future but you told them..
“I don’t want to be a burden, you’ve done so much for me already ever since mom and dad died. i’m really thankful to still have you two so please let me earn my own money and we will see if i’d like to continue studies, alright?”
of course, you never continued studies. one of those random days as you were hanging out with jake in his room. He asked if you’d like to work with him, you’d be paid for your work. what you didn’t expect was for jake at 20 to build an empire along with the boys. the work was dirty work of course, where else could the boys get their wads of cash from. you knew jay’s family always worked with shady people so you weren’t surprise when the boys started to dabble into some very devious work.
“I’ll train you. well get people to train you.” jake says. you looked at jake, he tilts his head. “what?”
“nothing, just confused as to how you are the same sim jaeyun that i knew back then.”
“i never changed (name).”
“you never changed? then what’s with your new freshly dyed blonde hair, mister.i have not changed.” you teased jake. he scoffs.
“It’s just hair dye (name). jay had blond hair too.”
“the sim jaeyun i knew back then wore glasses and had braces. most importantly, took school really seriously. you never liked fuckboys and here you are looking like a fuckboy.”
“well i still wear glasses, these are just contact lenses. I don’t wear braces anymore but i still use retainers to keep my teeth straight and about school…(name) i graduated college with a degree 2 years earlier than everyone else.” jake deadpans. “how have i changed?”
“you’re right, you’re still the same. always finding ways to prove my statement wrong.” you folded your arms and huffed.
you still accepted the offer to work with jake and now you…well to put it simply, seduce men and then end them. which was simple to say but it requires a ton of patience since some men were stubborn.
enough with talking about the past, the present was where we’d focus on.
you were walking home when you felt a presence behind you, following your every move back home.
“sunghoon, i am not going to hand you back your little toy.” sunghoon walks out of the shadows. he groans.
“give it back.” he huffs. you smirked.
“not if you tell me who jake likes.”
“it’s bro code. I can’t just tell you.”
“then you can’t have mr.duck, simple as it is.” sunghoon whines as he follows you back home.
to be completely honest, sunghoon was never like this. he usually was the quiet one but very great at his job. he was the silent killer. with you, sunghoon felt really comfortable. the two of you act like siblings despite not being real ones. that’s how close you were with sunghoon.
“thank you for walking me home, hoonie.” you gave him a flying kiss. sunghoon rolls his eyes.
“yeah yeah, it’s my job after all. i have to or else the boys will go ham on me for not taking care of you. especially your dear jAkEy.” he mocks your voice for the last part. you hit his shoulder.
“enough will you.”
“whatever, see you tomorrow.” sunghoon says.
“hmm. see you tomorrow.” you waved at him before he left.
“you can come out too, ni-ki.” you say with your back turned. ni-ki sighs. he gracefully lands onto the ground.
“you’re no fun, noona. i wanted to scare you.” ni-ki huffs.
“too bad.” you shrug your shoulders.
“anyways, you should get inside noona.” ni-ki says.
“was already planning to.” you say. you waved ni-ki off and entered your home. it was silent, too silent to the point your ears started ringing. you sighed.
“if only grandma and grandpa were still alive…” your grandparents had passed on unexpectedly, it scarred you. sure, they peacefully left earth but you had no other family. you felt…lonely.
you strolled towards the bathroom to take a shower and clean up. everything felt extremely dirty, it’s not like you really enjoyed doing the job but you knew you had no choice considering you only have a mere high school diploma and that wouldn’t get you far.
you could go college but truth is what did you even want to be? you never discovered and developed your talents or hobbies since you were always busy with missions. you wished you spent more time with your grandparents so they could give you life advice, tell you stories of their childhood and many more. however, it was too late.
the water grazes your skin, tears falling down along with it. you felt tired, too tired. if only there was someone out there to give you the love you needed and craved.
“jaeyun.” sunghoon slaps jake’s back. the blond boy winces.
“what the fuck do you want? i’m trying to code something.” jake grumbles. sunghoon takes a single glance at the computer.
“ew numbers.” sunghoon gags. jake rolls his eyes.
“just came back from making sure (name) gets home safe?”
“actually, hyung. both of us did.” ni-ki walks in.
“good. how is she?”
“she’s home safe. I was the last person to see her off since sunghoon hyung was already walking off.” ni-ki smirks.
“oh so taking care of jake’s girlfriend is suddenly a competition? if it is, i am so ready to beat your gremlin ass.” sunghoon hissed.
“as if you could beat me, i’m trained specially as a spy. i quite literally have the high ground.” ni-ki says.
“why you little shit-” jake stops sunghoon.
“alright, how about you two go play a round of fifa. if that isn’t enough to settle this little childish play fight, go settle this on the rooftop training centre. it's the perfect place for you two to wrestle.” jake says.
sunghoon grumbles, “come on.” the silver haired boy drags ni-ki out.
“those two never learn to not bicker.” jungwon says suddenly. jake jumps back in surprise.
“how long have you been sitting there?”
“since those idiots came in. did you fix the virus?” jake tilts his head. “fine, did you fix the virus, hyung?”
“yeah, it was a little hard to fix it but the app is online and our little army should be well informed.”
“good, is noona okay?”
“why do you never use formalities when talking to us but you use it with-”
“Because she’s better than you guys and she’s simply not you guys.” jungwon says. he stands up from the chair.
“yah, where are you going leader-”
“watering my plants and then walking maeumi. let me know if heeseung hyung calls us and we will be there.”
“wait before you go!!”
“already leaving.” jungwon waves jake off.
“THERE IS A BID TO ATTEND TO!! DON’T FORGET!!” jake yells. jungwon does an okay sign. jake falls into his seat and huffs.
he checks his phone. not a single message from you. jake knows you two were simply friends and that you had no feelings for him but he can’t help being worried about you. especially knowing you don’t have any more family. though, jake does hope you think of him and the boys as your little family and yes, he would love to be your husband.
“oh sim jaeyun, you are so down bad.” jake ruffles his hair.
it was about 11pm, jake looked at himself in the mirror and made sure his tie was perfect. he sighs. he turns his head to look at the mask on his bed. a masquerade mask to hide his identity at the bid. he breathes in, he could do this. it wasn’t like this was his first time going over to this bidding event.
“jake! let’s go!” jay yells. jake grabs the mask and puts it on.
there were tons of people at the event, it was kinda getting a little too much for jake. he sucks in a breath. sunoo turns to him.
“hyung, let’s get upstairs. jake hyung is getting you know.” sunoo says.
heeseung spots jake nervously playing with the ends of his suit jacket. he nods.
“let’s go.”
the moment the 7 boys arrived at the top, they spotted you in your amazing long red bodycon dress and masquerade mask. you smiled and entertained the guests that were up in the VIP side.
“(name), you made it!” jay hugs you.
“as per usual, i do have a job to attend to here.”
“job?”
just then, a notification pops up on their phones. it was a warning that something bad was brewing and they had to save this poor innocent victim. you smirked.
“see, my work is never done. anyways, shall we watch?”
jake watches the way you walk over to the balcony, the way your body moves and looked in that dress. god, he wishes to rip your clothes off your body-
“jake, you good?” sunghoon waves his hand in front of him. jake nods before fixing up his mask.
everything was normal, nothing much going on. until, they unveiled what was under the huge cube. it was a cage, a girl was tied up. your breath hitches. it reminded you a lot of the past. the past when you were kidnapped but thankfully, you were found and jake was also the one who found you.
“we have to save her.” you say before turning to heeseung.
“of course. besides, you know we don’t allow selling people. we aren’t the black market.” heeseung says. ni-ki snorts.
“but we do control the black market.”
sunghoon smacks ni-ki’s head, “shut up. we have to gather a plan. any ideas in that giant head of yours, nishimura?”
“First off, it isn’t giant. secondly, heeseung hyung. you don’t happen to have the luggage full money do you?”
“what are you hinting at ni-ki?” heeseung asks.
“bid for her. leave the rest to me and the others. we’ll get the money back safely.”
“yeah yeah.” heeseung waves ni-ki off. “(name), could you seduce-”
“the guy i’m supposed to seduce is that creepy ass man about to bid for the girl. act fast, i need to get down there.” you say. just as you were about to walk off, jake holds your wrist.
“stay safe.”
you smirked, “when have i never stayed safe?” you quickly left the area.
jake’s heart races. he wanted you to stay safe but he knew he couldn’t control you. jay pats jake’s back.
“she’s yours at the end of the day, bud. she won’t go overboard and besides we have the best people to save her. they’re just one call away, have faith in her.”
“I do have faith in her but at the end of the day, she doesn’t like me like that. she thinks i’m only doing this as a friendly gesture.” jake groans.
“dude, ever heard of growing balls and asking her out? it won’t hurt to try.” sunghoon says. jake sends him a terrifying glare. one that could make sunghoon surrender on the spot.
heeseung pats jake’s back, “come on, we should be cautious now.”
the plan starts as heeseung bets on the girl right on the stage. It was a fierce battle between him and their target but of course, heeseung wins. each one of the boys went to their spots to guard behind the scenes while heeseung went straight into the tiger’s den. jake watches as you flirt with the guy, he can’t help but have his stomach churn. it wasn’t a pleasant sight to witness.
“jake, let’s go. ni-ki already left with jungwon.” sunghoon says.
jake’s eyes followed the way you trailed the man. it was flirty, definitely proves you were great at what you did but it didn’t sit right with him.
“jake!” sunghoon yells. sunghoon sighs, he can’t stop his lovesick friend. hence, he was left with no choice but to drag jake away. your eyes catches jake’s for a split second and you swore you saw a glint of hurt. however, you had to focus on your mission.
“so, you won’t be going anywhere after this?” the guy says. his fingers playing with the string on your waist. it was skimpy dress that barely covered much. you even had to wear a thong for it. you decided it was best to dress up since you heard this guy loved extremely pretty and sexy girls. hearing that intel from some girls in clubs was disgusting but definitely useful.
you gave him a smile, “well...i was going home after this. it’s so cold in my bed though.” you gave him a good show by pressing your elbows together. it showed your cleavage way more as you pretend to think. he was shamelessly staring.
“i could swing by.” he licks his lips. you smiled.
“oh, you don’t have to.” you pout. a few men came up behind him and whispered to him. he nods before turning to look at you.
“i’m sorry sweetcheeks but i have some important business to attend to. how about another time?” he says as he hands you a business card. you smiled and took it.
“of course. you must be a busy man.”
“yes, a busy rich man.” he smirks. you ‘giggled’ a little.
“it was nice meeting you, miss..?”
“(name).”
“miss (name).” you bowed a little. once he was gone out of your sight, your face falls. you grabbed your phone and dialled for jay. he picks up within seconds.
“target has gone to your side. it’s your job now.”
“alright. also, before you end the call. could you check up on jake?”
“what’s wrong?”
“he disappeared. he was with sunghoon but then when sunghoon turned back, he was gone.”
“i’ll search for him.”
“okay. stay safe.” jay says. you snort.
“I have pepper spray, a knife and a pistol.”
“of which your boyfriend gave you.”
“jake isn’t my boyfriend, you fuck.”
“sure, (name) but he acts like one.”
“that’s just how jake is.”
“only with you though.”
“whatever.”
“you can’t deny (name).”
“shut up jay.” you end the call, sighing.
you won’t lie, jake has been too friendly with you and only with you. sure, he has flirted with other girls before but he usually doesn’t act upon things. he doesn’t want a relationship. he has mentioned this to you before in high school. which was why you never confessed to him.
a message pops up.
jakeyy: bring me some hot chocolate :(
you: i’m not your personal maid, jaeyun
jakeyy: please princess :(
you: fine
jakeyy: thank you <3
you rolled your eyes. he didn’t even tell you where he was. you did have a clue on where he was though.
you: jake, you fuck. you didn’t tell me where you are (read)
he read the message but didn’t reply, great. guess you really had to go hunt for him. maybe he was at the penthouse. pretty simple and obvious. you swiped your card to get to the penthouse. once the elevator reaches the floor, you went straight to the computer room. jake did spend most of his time here.
you entered the room. thankfully, jake was here.
“hey, why did you run off? you were in the middle of the mission.” you say as you placed down the cup of hot chocolate onto his desk.
“Because i’m not first in line. I don’t have to fight unless there is an emergency.” jake reasons. you sighed.
“jungwon is down there fighting with them.” jake types away on his keyboard.
“jungwon was trained in taekwondo, he can take an enemy down easily with a kick. i need a weapon to strike them down. besides, my speciality is IT. i can help them with info through calls.”
“alright, you win.”
jake snorts, “thanks for the hot chocolate though.”
*buzz buzz* - in-earpiece-
“hey, have you found jake yet?” jay says.
“yeah, he went back up to the penthouse. you guys done yet?”
“yeah. oh, since jake is up there. could he come down and get the girl?”
“i’ll tell him. are you guys coming up?”
“yeah, we need to regroup for a little. heeseung hyung says.”
“alright.”
you smacked jake’s arm and he winces.
“can you do your job? jay wants you to go collect the girl and bring her up here.”
“what? why can’t they do it?” jake huffs.
“they are still fending off a little. they’ll come back up here soon to regroup.”
“i have some things i’m working on-”
“I can help, i was in the same class as you during high school. I would take it as i am in fact smart.” you say.
“are you sure? i’m tweaking a code to strengthen the security of the app while also looking through the database.”
“what do you take me for? i can handle this, just get down there. it’s just a quick fetching and you can come back here.”
“Fine.” jake goes to find the girl. you cracked your knuckles and sat down on his chair.
“damn, this is really advanced.” you say.
“let me handle the coding, noona.” jungwon says. you flinched.
“where the fuck did you come from?”
“i just walked in. now, i’ll code in the strengthening system while you can monitor the database. i believe sunghoon hyung and ni-ki are chasing after the people who stole the money. you can update them while on call, it will be easier for a live time update.” jungwon says.
“okay.”
*buzz*
“sunghoon? do you hear me?”
“yeah, loud and clear. what’s wrong?”
“the guy just ran under.”
“oh thanks. you watching the tracking?”
“yeah, jake went to grab the girl.”
“was he drinking hot chocolate in the computer room again?”
“he asked me to grab some and yeah he was in the computer room.”
“ain’t surprised.”
“HYUNG? WE ARE BEING SHOT AT.” ni-ki yells.
“don’t worry, they’ve never played a game of COD. they can’t shoot for shit.” sunghoon says.
“HYUNG THIS ISN’T A GAME! THIS IS REAL LIFE!”
you winced at ni-ki’s yelling, “sunghoon, ni-ki. be careful.”
“aww thanks, noona.”
“NISHIMURA TO YOUR LEFT!”
“I CAN SEE HYUNG.”
*buzz*
“idiots.” jungwon huffs. you snort.
“yo. where is the girl?” jay says.
“still not here- damn jake hyung really made this system code complicated as fuck.” jungwon groans.
“we need to regroup and sunghoon and ni-ki aren’t here still.” jay says.
“just wait. maybe wash the blood off your shirt and hands first?” jungwon nonchalantly says.
“where is heeseung?” you asked.
“dealing with the dude. hyung, locked him in the chamber.”
“for?”
“you know his crimes.”
“actually, i went in this seducing mission raw. i have zero clue what the guy did.”
“The usual actually like every rich man does.” jay says.
“extortion of money. fraud. tax evasion. he also solicited a minor.” jungwon lists them out. your jaw drops.
“that’s…bad.”
“well, heeseung hyung is doing the right thing. he deserves to be tortured.” jay shrugs. you nod. jungwon types something in and the screen pulls up the security cam of inside the said ‘torture room’.
‘i know nothing you’re talking about.’ the guy’s voice was raspy, almost gone.
heeseung leans down. he throws papers at him.
‘are you sure?’
the guy chuckles before he roars in laughter. he looks up at heeseung directly with crazy eyes.
‘ah, about your so-called dead parents?’
‘you must really not know they are alive. just being tortured to death.’
heeseung grabs the guy’s collar.
‘bullshit, they are dead.’
‘it is all lies. they are being held captive-.’
heeseung shoves the guy back on the chair before leaving the room.
“that was pretty harsh. i don’t think we should mess with heeseung hyung right now. it’s a touchy subject for him.” jungwon says. the door slams open and heeseung is grabbing a canned beer and drinking it.
“i hope that guy enjoys the torture because it is just starting.” heeseung says. sunghoon and ni-ki walked in soon after.
“at least clean your face, you have blood all over. you’re going to ruin the floor, i just cleaned the place.” jungwon groans.
“alright, we will. here.” sunghoon throws the suitcase at jay. jay quickly inspects it to see if all the money was inside and it was.
“great job. now, wash up. we have girl guest coming up and i don’t think she’d want to see the both of you covered in blood.” sunoo says.
“when did you get here?” jay says.
“i was in the bathroom washing up the blood since you aren’t doing it.” sunoo sasses.
“it could be red paint.” ni-ki says.
“along with the smell of iron? totally red paint.” jungwon adds before rolling his eyes. ni-ki huffs.
“do we have any more missions? i have school in the morning and it’s not going to be a good rest if i do not have at least 3 hours of sleep.” ni-ki says. everyone turns to heeseung (despite jungwon being the leader of the operation).
“jake is coming up here any second now so we’ll debrief and then you can run back to your home and sleep.” heeseung explains.
“do we debrief with (name)?” sunghoon asks.
“i’m just here as your assassin, there is no need for me to even be here. jake just told me to watch you two.”
“so?”
“it means, i will be going now. goodnight!” you say.
“wait, what about jake?” sunghoon yells.
“i’ll drop him a text!” you say.
“he’s gonna kill us if we just let you off!” sunghoon says.
“i’m gonna have a night walk before getting home. i need some me time.”
“it’s 1am!”
“and?” the elevator door shuts. just as your elevator door shuts, the other elevator door opens and reveals jake and the girl.
you: went for a walk, i’ll get home as soon as possible.
jakeyy: what? why?
you: i just wanna walk around our childhood park. is it that bad?
jakeyy: why didn’t you invite me :(
you: i wasn’t asking for you to join me. it’s going to be just me.
jakeyy: alright, stay safe.
“he is going to come.” you sighed.
you were strolling around the park. It was pretty dark out but the night sky and the stars made it look magical. it was why you loved coming here. your grandparents used to bring you here to watch the stars. they laid a picnic mat onto the ground and pointed out the various shapes and animals that they could spot.
there was once a smiley face and your grandparents pointed out that it was your parents and that they were proud of you. proud of who you grew up to be. you weren’t exactly sure if they’d be happy with what you did now.
you looked up at the sky. the stars were twinkling, you wished you could reach up there and capture a star. it was truly something beautiful. you had stayed in the park for at least an hour, you decided it was time to get home. it was already 2am, you should at least get some rest. well, you hoped you did at least.
you felt a nudge at your fingers and saw layla sitting in front of you.
“layla, how did you get here?” you say. obviously, you knew jake was here too because there was no possible way for layla to escape from jake’s vision. he cared about layla more than anybody could.
“what’s with you coming here suddenly?” jake says. you turned to the boy.
“my grandparents' death anniversary is coming up so i just want to visit the place they always brought me to.”
“god, i forgot. i’m so sorry.”
“it’s alright. you don’t have to worry. i’m sure they will be upset though.” you say pointing to the stars. jake looks up.
“i am so sorry grandpa and grandma.” jake says. you snort.
“why did you bring layla out?”
“why not? she likes late night walks.”
out of nowhere it starts pouring. you gasp. jake grabs your arms and runs with you to the gazebo. you, jake and layla were soaking wet. the puppy shakes off the water and it only splashes onto you and jake. the both of you giggled.
“well so much for it having a clear sky to see the stars. it started pouring fast.” you say. jake chuckles.
“I think your grandparents are really mad at me.” he huffs. you laughed.
“that’s impossible, jake! you know they love you!”
“well, if they did then why is it pouring all of sudden.”
“no one can predict the weather.”
“okay, fine. that is very true. this is my favourite hoodie though.” he pouts.
“we can dry it off at my home. for now, we have to wait until the rain stops or at least calms down.”
“i don’t think it’s stopping any time now.” jake says as he looks out. it’s true, it was practically raining cats and dogs. there was no way it would stop any second now. it would probably end in about an hour or two. however, layla was not a calm dog. she’d probably get angsty and want to run around.
“do you think we should just book it to your car?” you suggest.
“car? i walked here.”
“are you serious?” jake nods. you facepalmed.
“okay, maybe we could stay here for a little bit and hope the rain calms down.”
it had been 10 mins and the rain had not calmed down. jake had settled onto the ground by now, caressing layla to calm her down from the thunder.
“should we run? my house is just a block away.”
“(name), i don’t want layla to get sick.”
“what about us?”
“layla is more important.”
“you’re right.” you groaned, “it’s going to take an hour more probably. i’m cold and hungry.” you whined.
“come here then.” you tilt your head. jake tugs on your hand to bring you down to sit on the ground. after doing so, he takes out his jacket and drapes it over you.
“it’s better than freezing to death.”
“oh great, your jacket is wet, you know.” you deadpanned.
“the inside is dry, just the outside is wet. you’re still in the dress you wore for the ball.”
“well, of course i am. i did say i was going straight to do a night walk before going home.”
“it’s dangerous for you to be out wearing like this.” jake says. his words tugged at your heart strings.
“you gave me plenty of things to defend myself with. moreover, i learnt taekwondo from jungwon. i think i’m well prepared for a surprise attack.”
“i’m just worried about you.” he says.
silence.
“you mean it in a friendly way, don’t you?” you say.
“i meant it in a more than friends kinda way.”
you swore your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. there was no way jake liked you as more than friends. he is just joking. he always does.
“is this a joke?”
“no.”
layla whimpers, you pet her.
“she knows i’m sincere.” jake points out. you snort.
“so you like me?” you tease.
“are you teasing me, now?”
“well, it’s hard to believe it when you’ve spent countless times denying our possible feelings for each other.”
“well- fine, i’ll say it out loud. I like you, (name). i like you so much, i wanna kiss you right now.”
your breath hitches, “who’s stopping you from doing it?”
and so, jake leans in and captures your lips. you went home with jake, the both of you were giggling like teens. layla followed in, she settles down on the floor. both you and jake fell onto the couch, kissing nonstop.
“i really like you.” he pecks your lips.
“do you like me or my lips?” he pecks it again.
“both.”
“choose one.”
“then you. I really really really like you.” he pecks all over your face and you fell back onto the couch. jake continues to lay kisses on your face even after you fell back on the couch.
jake’s phone rings. he pauses and places it on speaker mode before throwing himself onto you.
“yo?”
“you sound happy, it’s 4am in the morning.” jay says.
“HE GOT LAID I BET!” sunghoon yells from the back. you heard a smack from the other line.
“YAH! MY ASS.” sunghoon yells.
“anyways, where are you?”
“it rained so i’m at (name)’s house.”
“ah so she’s the cause of your happiness? not surprised. i thought you got laid or something.”
“unless…did (name) and you finally hook up?” sunghoon says.
jake looks up at you and pecks your lips. it was loud enough for both sunghoon and jay to hear.
“we didn’t hook up but she is my girl now.” jay gasps.
“FUCKING FINALLY!” sunghoon yells. jay smacks sunghoon again.
“can you not shout? it’s 4am in the morning and jungwon gets fucking cranky if we wake him up. he is terrifying if he doesn’t get sleep.”
“okay okay. holy shit, congrats though. can we throw a party then?”
“throwing a party equals to a possible attack.” jay explains.
“you know, that’s not a bad idea guys. mayhaps, we can eliminate possible targets on our list.” you say. both jay and sunghoon gasp.
“jake, you have found the smartest girl. thank you (name)!” sunghoon says.
“so we'll tell the others tomorrow in a meeting?”
“yeah, that’s a perfect plan. (name), join us tomorrow!”
“we’ll leave you two to get it on, now!” sunghoon ends the call.
“they are idiots, aren’t they?” you say.
“that’s sunghoon and jay for you.” jake says. you giggled.
the next morning, both you and jake entered the penthouse. everyone was already gathered. heeseung was looking at his clock. the other elevator door opened and perfectly on time, another girl walks in.
“is that the girl we saved?” you say. she bows at you.
“hello, i am eun. i umm housekeep.”
“you are pretty. heeseung, you sure you don’t wanna actually wife her up?” you say. heeseung rolls his eyes.
“he’s already planning to do it!” sunoo smirks.
“oh damn, can i be the best man?” jake says.
“it’s not a real marriage.”
“yeah but you two will be legally married by the law.” jay says. eun blushes.
“well, after someone mentioned that i have a wife to a guy. now, everyone thinks i’m married so we’ll have to roll with it.” heeseung glares at jake. the said boy hides behind you.
“okay so what’s the plan because i have to explain to ni-ki later on.” jungwon says.
you told them the plan.
about a month later, the boys were appalled. the guy they tortured was right. heeseung’s parents were really alive.
“eun, here. bring this to heeseung hyung. i think you are the only one who can go in his room. he’ll throw a fit if any one of us goes in.” jay hands eun a tray.
“thanks, i’ll make sure he is okay.” eun says. she enters heeseung’s room.
“dude, if heeseung’s parents are alive…what more is kept under the rug?” sunghoon says.
“you don’t think my pet goldfish from when i was five is still alive?” ni-ki says.
“not funny.” sunoo says. ni-ki huffs.
jungwon feels a notification pop in. he scans his phone. his eyes widened.
“jake hyung, you need to see the app.”
“what? is there a virus?” jake says.
“no, it’s not. someone coded a message into the app externally and it’s for you.” jungwon says.
everyone looks at their phone. true enough, it was a pop up message.
‘your brother is still alive. clock is ticking though, better be quick and solve this mystery. i’ll be waiting for you and your little mafia friends~’
jake felt his stomach drop. there is no way his brother is alive. his brother died in an accident when he was 10.
“jake…”
“(name), i-”
you hugged jake. he could feel his whole body shake but he didn’t know if it was fear or anger. whoever was behind this was someone cruel. someone who knew every single thing about the boys.
“we have to find the mastermind. he deserves to be erased from this planet.” jake says.
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Hi Madi how are you?
Do you have any beach lot recommendations i'm struggling to find beach lots that are a bit more luxurious, and my pc isn't really helping me either it crashes my game often when i'm looking through the gallery :'(
Also do you have any favorite sims builder for community lots i'd love a recommendations for those as well. Thanks a lot and i hope u have a lovely day!
Hi gorgeous, I'm lovely & I hope you are too!
I personally LOVE Ibiza Beach Club by Rojuve03 on the gallery! It's CC free but looks like it is a whole CC made lot!
As for builder recs, I answered a WCIF previously here x
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But I will still tell subscribers what may be inside your files.
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Do you even see the problem? @fakebloood @jacky93sims The point is not that I corrected the author's file, the problem is that the author did not even bother to reduce the polygons. Why load the game when you can reduce the polygons? What's the end result? The author simply took, extracted the file from the original and loaded it into the game. You understand that she didn’t even bother to correct the weight. And here you attacked only my “personality” and hostility. The problem is you. I provided you with the facts, and you took it as “spit.” It's not my problem. Why clog up the game if you can reduce polygons to a minimum without damaging the visual object. I told this publicly so that everyone could see and know why their game might flash pink or crash with an “error.” People who are far from this may not know why their game throws an error when there are many such objects placed on the GAME in LOT. When I completely made a new conversion of these objects with a smaller number of polygons, then a person was able to play with this set and not get crashed from the game. You always take everything to heart. I showed you how to do it and what to achieve, but you don’t notice it. How vulnerable you are. Think about it.
Just keep it simple, make objects with a smaller polygon if possible. Learn, YouTube is full of videos. I don’t have to tell or teach anything to anyone, especially those who hate me. But I have to talk about files that can cause the game to crash (using this fakeblood kit as an example). They set up a kindergarten here.
And I didn’t get personal, I pointed out the problem to everyone, and you attacked like a herd of crying children who were pointed out a mistake. I also play Sims 2, I have all my content, content from several other authors. I play without pink blinking and without crashes because I know how to make clothes and objects. But there are people who don’t know this and download your free items and get problems. we need to talk about this so that you don’t make such polygonal objects when they can be LOWERED, because this can be done by making an effort for the sake of people who will UPLOAD YOUR CONTENT.
the author of this set should have gone after this post and learned how to reduce polygons rather than write angry messages and take everything to heart.
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× NAVIGATION ×
patreon | TOU | instagram | download section
× FAQ ×
“This link is broken or doesn’t exist anymore” and “Where can I find X set”
head over my blog’s download section to have access to a list of all my free content; this is an easy-to-navigate list, with direct download links (mediafire or patreon) & includes all my older sets that had broken links.
→ download section ←
“This bed is broken”
when the game adds new features through updates, it can break certain type of content; to update my beds & have them work properly again, you will need to re-download them here :
→ beds update ←
“Where can I download your builds?”
my builds & rooms are not available for downloads because I do not keep them myself. I usually create simple rooms only to showcase my content & take pictures, I then delete them.
“What ReShade/GShade do you use & where can I download it?”
my GShade presets are all my own personal presets. I think that one’s preset is such nice way to add a unique touch to pictures & I won’t share any of my presets for that reason.
“Do you allow recolors & conversions to other Sims games?”
yes. I allow recolors & conversions (to Sims games ONLY), as long as my content is already released for free & out of early access. For more information, please read my terms of use;
→ terms of use / t.o.u ←
“I just downloaded X set, and my game won’t start”
this can happen for a few reasons; your game isn’t up to date, you have a lot of duplicate packages, or files got corrupted while downloading. If you download a lot of fully finished builds with merged cc (or into different files), you could end up with a lot of duplicates of the same object. This could cause your game to be slower or even not start at all. Secondly, downloading a lot of files at the same time, especially on patreon, seems to be causing problems & corrupting files. The corrupted files will cause your game to either crash at start or give you an error message. Try taking the last files you downloaded out of your Mod folder and re-downloading the set, or sets, only one part at the time. This seems to always work for me. My content is tested by multiple people (and me) before uploading & I would not upload broken content. If you are facing issues with an older set of mine, it is most likely a problem that occurred while downloading or with your game/mod folder. I am always happy to help when it comes to my content, but I will not “fix” any other creator’s content.
In short, make sure to check for:
- batch fix (e.g. broken beds updates)
- game updates
- cc duplicates
- corrupted files
Lastly, if you did all the above, and are still having problems, do not hesitate to send me a direct message (DM). When it comes to troubleshooting, I will not answer comments below posts for the simple reason that it makes it difficult to have a conversation. Going back and forth with replies into a comment section makes it too difficult since it will most likely require going through a few steps to solve any further issues.
"Do you do commission work?"
no, I dont. I often take suggestions or make small polls on my social media (insta & patreon), feel free to follow me & participate in those, send me pictures of things you like etc.
"Are you WCIF friendly?"
yes. I will do my best to remember where it was from, but since I don't keep any builds in my game, it can sometimes be difficult. Also, please note that I often write a small WCIF section at the end of my posts, take the time to read all the way down!
Thank you all for being here, supporting my work & taking the time to read.
S. xx
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Sandy Shores Beach
Download Link:
Sim File Share | MTS (for approval)
Description:
Welcome to Sandy Shores Beach, where sun-kissed sands meet the rhythm of crashing waves. Dive into relaxation as you sip on refreshing drinks at our outdoor bar, groove to the beats of Latin music and savor the taste of grilled delights from our outdoor grills. Challenge friends to a game of chess on our beachfront chessboards, or gather around our community picnic tables for some seaside fun!
Details:
Price: 23,915
Lot Size: 40x30
Lot Type: Beach
Version: 1.42
Store Content: String of Inspiration (Wall) ⚠️
CC Used: None
Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Ambitions (floor and wallpaper), Generations (wallpaper), Late Night (gothic column), Seasons
File Type: Package
⚠️-Not included in the download
Hey everyone! It's a great day to share one of my earlier builds, Sandy Shores Beach, which I originally created for a small world that I typically prefer for gameplay. Initially placed on a smaller lot, I decided to move it instead to Sunset Valley and placed it at the Recurve Stand lot.
Click on the ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures on this lot.
This beach lot features an outdoor bar with tables overlooking the beach, perfect for romantic dates, as well as picnic tables with barbecue grills for Sims who enjoy cooking their own food.
Additionally, there are outdoor chess tables for entertainment, picnic blankets to get away from the crowd, lounges and a sandbox for children to play in. There's plenty of space for activities like ball games, tag or just running around.
I have checked the empty or existing beach lots with other worlds I currently have and it can fit in Twinbrook (42x52) and Appaloosa Plains (40x55) though you may need to use the Soften Terrain tool to smooth it out a bit for easier Sim navigation.
📣Please be aware that there are spawners used on this lot thus I would advise to not rotate the Beach Lot to avoid duplicate spawners and remove spawners when the lot is deleted due to them remaining on the empty lot. To check and remove spawners, enable “testingcheatsenabled true” and “buydebug on” after.
I've also included Public Picnic Spots, which will appear when using the same cheat codes mentioned above. Feel free to use the dropper tool to copy and place more picnic spots on the lot.
📣Please also note the required expansions pack listed in the Lot Details above especially those that uses the build items such as floors, columns and wallpaper, the lot would not show up in your game if you don't have those unfortunately. For the rest ,they are mostly décor which will automatically be replaced in your game.
Spawners:
2 Metal Spawner - Iron/Silver/Gold
Outside:
3 Public Picnic Spots
3 Outdoor Chess Tables
Turtee the Turtle
6 Lounge chairs
2 Boardwalk Picnic Table
2 Park 'n Grille
Bar Area:
Professional Bar Dive Edition
2 Paddy’s Irish Pub Stand
6 Bar Stool
4 Tables
8 Chairs
Public Bathroom
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Let’s hear it for Sims.
Let’s hear it for meticulously crafted, efficient lots built with love and perfectly designed and decorated for the family that lives there.
Let’s hear it for huge barns with with three pinball machines, two arcade games, a billiard table, and four bowling alleys, but no stove.
Let’s hear it for gorgeous, gigantic, replicas of real palaces that crash 90% of games when loaded.
Let’s hear it for neighborhoods played in strict rotation; for neighborhoods where one family is played for three generations before another household is ever loaded; for neighborhoods still being used after 15 years of doing every Very Bad Thing under the sun; for neighborhoods that vanish inexplicably after being played once.
Let’s hear it for Maxis Match, for vanilla only, for palettes that are used exclusively for six months and then scrubbed in favor of a new one, for players who don’t know what any Maxis items, hairs, or clothing actually look like anymore.
Let’s hear it for unmodded games and for games modded into unrecognizability.
Let’s hear it for games in which each neighborhood has its own separate folder so it can have its own specific set of downloads and the player has to sit down and think about whether they want to play medieval, regency, fantasy, the 70s game, the BACC, the Test of Time,or the zombie apocalypse; and games in which the technology and fashion of all eras cohabit unselfconsiously in the same household.
Let’s hear it for non-supernatural heteronormative nuclear sim families; for werewolf/vampire/plantsim polycules; for queer utopias; for dictatorships that Big Brother would think too restrictive; for rigidly “realistic” games; for unabashed nonsense.
Let’s hear it for perfect worlds with no injury or sickness or fire or death and for hellholes of unending drama and danger.
Let’s hear it for defaults that make even aliens, plantsims, and robots conform to the range of current real-world skintones; and for those in which all colors of the rainbow are available except for those seen in the real world.
Let’s hear it for players who create neighborhood after neighborhood, setting them up perfectly, and never ever have a household open and unpaused long enough to see a welcome wagon.
Let’s hear it for players who build and build and build and never take the game out of build/buy except to playtest their build.
Let’s hear it for players who create CC for games they never play anymore.
Let’s hear it for players who have never made a thing, but toss in families, houses, clothes, objects, and businesses made by Maxis or other players, and play the stuffing out of them.
Let’s hear it for storytellers who never turn on free will and set everything up with poseboxes.
Let’s hear it for storytellers who never turn free will off and are continually surprised.
Let’s hear it for those who document their games and share them, and those who keep their games to themselves.
Let’s hear it for players who rush on to the next new thing.
Let’s hear it for players who doggedly maintain the tech to play their favorite iteration in the face of all difficulties.
Let’s hear it for no-cheat games, and all-cheat games, and every game in between.
Let’s hear it for the sandbox, and all the players therein, playing exactly the way they like to play.
Let’s hear it for sims.
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Group Poses 5
Group poses for 5 Sims based on photos (I guess) of Red Velvet and NewJeans.
I’m still pretty new to creating poses so they might be wonky in some places :’D I also for some reason can’t get my blender to not crash when I try to make poses with objects or accessories so the first pose isn’t made for any specific couch. I tried it out in game and it works with most.
Feel free to tag me if you use them🥺 I would love to see it!
Download (Patreon, free)
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Cave-to-Cave Shell Delivery
Because they had to tell everyone about the rock party somehow.
A mailbox on a prehistoric lot looks very out of place, so I started working on this. This was the hardest thing I've ever made for this game. There are multiple geometry states, some of which only appear on certain LODs and not others, and some of which only appear on certain mailboxes and not others. Meaning that I had to make so many meshes, and then, because of some of the issues that came up (and there some serious issues), some had to be made multiple times. And then remade again. And again. And then edited again.
And when I didn't get it exactly right, it crashed my game. Two different mostly completed versions of this thing crashed my game. Then, once I solved the crashing, instead of staying put, the mailbox rose into the air and bowed to my sim when she 'opened the door' -- https://amethystamanda.tumblr.com/post/745291158833545216/sometimes-you-make-your-game-crash-sometimes-you -- and while I was trying to fix that, it instead rose in the air and floated through her. Then it sank into the ground. Etc.
I almost gave up, and I did make an un-animated mailbox, which doesn't show you when you have mail, but on my last try, it worked. So here it is.
When there's no mail, the feather lies across the empty bowl.
When there is mail, the feather stands up and there are shells in the bowl, with one positioned to hold the feather in place.
When mail is delivered or when your sim gets the mail, they will reach over the bowl.
All options that appear on basegame mailboxes should also appear on this one, including modded options. (Yes, MCCC shows up.)
48 swatches, all the possible combos of:
6 colours of stone (white, tan-brown, orange-brown, dark brown, grey, almost black)
4 colours of bowl (grey & blue/green, black & blue/green, black & purple, black & red)
2 colours of shells (orange, pink)
1 red feather with a green edge
BaseGame Compatible. Can be found by searching 'mailbox' or by looking with the other mailboxes (by using the eyedropper on an existing mailbox or by looking in Miscellaneous Appliances).
Make sure to leave room at the front of the mailbox for sims to interact!
Known issues:
The sound when a sim is putting something into or taking something out of the mailbox is not changed. Think of it as the shells moving around instead of the door opening.
Sims will still handle paper mail when they have visible mail, for example if you tell them to sort junk mail.
Download on Patreon (free): https://www.patreon.com/posts/100622174
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