but damn this game is good

one request for sims 5

BETTER FUCKING CURTAINS

Every game besides sims 1 has horrible curtains with horrible colors AND like 70% of the time they don’t even fit the damn window. I expect full curtain sets with better colors and be able to move them up or down maybe even modular curtains to fit like idk 20 windows in a row I JUST WANT GOOD FUCKING CURTAINS 

Can I rant about Life Is Strange for a sec? no spoilers. 

I just really wanna point out how much I hate Max. She prefers creamy peanut butter over crunchy, she called beer gross (?????), she makes you choose between one lame response and a different lame response. THERE ARE NO GOOD RESPONSES!! Also, Chloe is a spoiled brat and totally overrated. I hate most of the characters, to be honest. I hope I wasn’t acting like that when I was a teen, ‘cause damn….

Ok rant is over. Game is great, though.

Would You Rather ft. MidCin Suitors!

I was tagged for this by @f-dee​, @countdowntocake​ and @widzzicles​, thank you guys!

Rules:

  1. Copy the questions!
  2. Answer the questions!
  3. Tag other princesses!

Would you rather assist Alyn in battle or Leo in politics?
I’d actually really like doing both, to be honest! I’m pretty good at strategising and tactics etc. for the likes of battles, so that would be hella fun to do (Risk is my shit, people. Do not fight me in Risk. I will annihilate you and every other team in the damn game.), but I also really, really love politics. I think I’d get more frustrated with the latte and I doubt my self-control just a little with two-timing politicians, so I’ll help Alyn to be safe.


Would you rather wear Byron’s eye-patch for a month or wear Albert’s glasses for a year?
Assuming I can either put my own glasses’ lenses in them, or they’re not strong enough to harm my eyesight, I’ll definitely wear the glasses; BUT! Only because wearing an eye-patch without it being for sight correction purposes can literally damage your eye and make your sight in that eye really bad. If this is anime/otome logic and it won’t destroy my eyesight, I’d 1000% go with the eye-patch!


You accidentally destroyed something. Would you rather it be Robert’s masterpiece that he was working on for months or Leo’s childhood scrapbook?
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME NUUUUUUU-

*Cries*

Oh, God. I genuinely can’t answer this. Leo’s has more sentimental value in a deeper respect, but I know the agony of ruining/losing art and I would never want to inflict that pain on anyone else. I forfeit the question! Sue me!


Would you rather wrestle with Byron in a pool of jell-o or do Rayvis’s hair in braids?
Right… so, I’m seeing everyone else immediately choosing Rayvis, and I’m feeling the non-existent pressure to conform…

Fuck it. I genuinely think it’d be hilarious (although very messy, but that’s a small price to pay) to wrestle in jelly (I’m British. Fight me IRL.) with the King of Stein. I mean, I’m pretty sure that would either just be a huge laugh, or would end up with a different kind of wrestling in the shower afterward. You get me? Huehuehuehue…

Although, I would still love to braid Rayvis’ hair <3


Would you rather have your fav suitor accidentally know about your sexual fantasies or have the sexy letter Byron sent be read aloud to the bureaucrats?
I don’t have a favourite suitor, which means that all the suitors would know about my fantasies… hm… I’m not sure if that’s something I’m pleased or frightened by. Either way, I think I’d honestly be more embarrassed and unhappy with the bureaupricks hearing that, since I’m comfortable with the guys, so I’ll say they can found out about my fantasies all they like! I’m pretty sure they’d be interested in at least a few of them ;))))


Would you rather declare war on Stein or resign as princess?
Resign. Absolutely. I would never, ever want to declare war regardless of the situation, so I’d happily step down to save myself the guilt afterward.


Would you rather be stuck in your study with your fav suitor *YOU’RE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP* and fart nastily and loudly or be stuck with your least fav and hear him talk and complain all the time?
Again, I really don’t have a favourite; I love these guys to bits pretty much equally. I reckon Louis would, if anything, be my least favourite, but that’s marginal. Either way, I’d rather have him talk and complain all the time because I’d be happy to listen, as opposed to embarrassing myself like that.


Would you rather booty slap your fav suitor publicly or be booty slapped by your least fav secretly?
Repeating the last question, I’m going to just say Louis is my least favourite (by literal micrometres I’m not joking), so I’m more than happy for him to slap my arse. Please do, Lou-Lou ;)


Would you rather let Louis teach you how to twerk or learn pole dancing from Sid?
Pole dancing from Sid, 10,000%. I want to see 6″2′ of solid muscle attempting to twirl around a pole, and more importantly, I’d want to *ahem* perhaps loosen the screws just *hAcK* a bit for the hilarity of watching that muscle fly off and hit the floor. Also, I find pole dancing to be a rather beautiful art, so I’d gladly learn it.


Would you rather have your fav. suitor kissing your least fav. or have yourself kiss your least favourite?
I’LL KISS LOUIS ANY DAY MATE, C’MERE ICE SCULPTURE. LET ME KISS THE SHIT OUT OF YOU ^3^


Would you rather have Nico catch you having sex or catch Sid having sex?
Hm. This one’s a bit awkward. If, if, my dream came true and I could have my reverse harem with all the boys, then I would say Nico catching me having sex, with one of the other guys, even though this would be way down the line in the relationship. Then again, it wouldn’t be that awful for him to catch me with one of the other guys, I suppose, so it’s that option either way.


Would you rather marry your fav suitor but not have babies or not marry but have babies?

*Sweats nervously*

Er… both of these things are the two elements of my worst nightmare.

I seriously don’t want either of these, but having kids is way more awful to me than marriage, so I’ll go with marriage but no babies. The marriage will be tiny, though, and I don’t even know who it would be with. NOT BEING ABLE TO PICK A FAVOURITE IS SUCH A HUGE PAIN IN THE ARSE, GODDAMNIT.


Would you rather have a long sexy kiss with Giles or awkward cute kiss with Albert?
Honestly, I’d take either! I’ve never kissed anyone, so I would be learning either way; just with the more experienced Giles (which would probably make me feel more comfortable in terms of messing up), or with the just-as-innocent Albert, who would be just as clueless as me. Either of them can help me learn, I have no preference~


Would you rather walk around the castle in your lingerie for three days or never change your attire for one month?
… please, just… no.

Ugh. Probably the lingerie, but I’d deliberately wear the likes of a night-dress so that I’m as covered up as humanly possible. Also, I’d throw a dressing gown on; that’s night-clothes, so that counts as lingerie. Problem solved~


Tagging (apologies if you’ve already done it):

@nami331​, @countdowntocake​, @tykira45​, @rizosrojizos

So the new BioWare game… exists?

It’s funny, I guess they’ve been burned by overselling their products so many times they’ve just stopped actually saying what they are.

I’ve been thinking about this since that Kotaku article about how Andromeda fell on its face. I feel like one of BioWare’s biggest issues is their inability to figure out who they are, and the lack of confidence to stand by it. One of their biggest flaws over ME’s lifespan has been the almost neurotic over-reaction to fan complaints. It’s in their entire history. Don’t like the elevator load screens? Replaced with even more boring generic graphic load screens! Economy and inventory system a bit badly designed? Get rid of all inventory! FemShep’s run isn’t ‘feminine’ (????) enough? Give her a laughably exaggerated hip-sway!

You look at a franchise like Uncharted, and see a dev who decided what they were about and stuck to it, and did it well. And granted, their gameplay didn’t exactly chart (hoho) new waters. But that didn’t matter because they decided what kind of game they wanted and they made four of them. And they weren’t flawless games, either. But they stuck to their damned guns and as a result they have a quadrology story that will be well-regarded for a long time. Meanwhile, CDR spent a lot of effort on creating an amazingly powerful cutscene animator engine for the Witcher games, and the result was a third game packed with character moments that will also stand the test of time.

Dragon Age has fared a little bit better over the years because if its pedigree as a fantasy RPG. It was able to cling to gameplay conventions that ultimately gave the whole franchise an underlying direction, even when they were having trouble finding a good line to walk between story and open world.

Mass Effect, on the other hand, spent ten years… flailing. It bleeds out of that Kotaku article. Their grasp of what made ME special was apparently so weak they spent the majority of Andromeda’s five year dev cycle on vaporware. They’re still desperate to please both the hardcore shooter set and the RPGers, for some reason. They crammed in an MP no one asked for, which, despite in itself being a decent little game, had strong and IMO negative blowback into the single player game. (I would forgive the MP if it didn’t affect SP development, but it did. A LOT.) 

I can’t help but think BioWare spends a lot of time apologizing for being a storytelling dev. It’s almost embarrassed by the notion that a lot of people play for the characters and relationships rather than the video game mechanics. Its biggest problem is a decade-long identity crisis it can’t seem to resolve. And the result is Andromeda, where the strengths we know and love are grossly underserved by a mishmash of problems that evolved out of trying to be everything to everyone and never deciding who they actually are.

I’m honestly kind of tired of it. We’ll see if this new franchise manages to stake out an identity, and, I don’t know, stand up for it.

  • will: I spy with my little eye... something dark
  • nico: me
  • will: damn. okay, again. I spy with my little eye something tiny and-
  • nico: me again
  • will: wow you beat me. I spy with my little eye something cute and that smells g-
  • nico: me. the next, always me. then me and me again.
  • will: holy crap how are you so good at this game

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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You’re cordially invited to read Fandometrics’ Week in Review.

Television: Premieres on premieres!

Doctor Who’s Where, What, and Why: No. 9, this list, the tenth season premiere.
⬆ After the premiere of its fourth season, Skam is No. 1.

Movies: Trailers on trailers!

Star Wars: Episode VIII — The Last Jedi (@starwars​) released its first trailer and is appropriately No. 1.
Thor: Ragnarok’s teaser trailer brought this strong baby up to No. 2.

Originally posted by cruzmylene

Music: Big leaps and even bigger falls.

DAMN. He’s good. Kendrick Lamar jumps sixteen spots to No. 3.
⬇︎ Will Halsey still be on the list next week? She fell seventeen spots to a barely-there No. 20.

Originally posted by kendricksvevo

Celebrities: Hey, this mirrors the section above on movies.

☆ The Star Wars Celebration found some old friends in high places: Carrie Fisher is No. 1 (always, tbh) and Mark Hamill is No. 3.
Tom Hiddleston, Tumblr’s OG boyfriend, jumps seven spots to No. 4.

Games: Fresh meat.

Hiveswap returns at No. 18 in anticipation of it’s eventual release.
☆ Good news: Splatoon (No. 19) is coming to Switch!

Web stuff: Making Mooves.

⬆ In celebration of the anniversary of its first panel, the main character’s birthday, and a new game based on it…Homestuck is No. 1.
☆ A sweet return: Cow Chop (No. 20) comes back for the first time in almost a year.

inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“Okay…?”

Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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Dating Zach would include...

- Zach asking you to tutor him for biology as a way of getting close to you, you only find out his motive when he tops the class in the exam and winks at your shocked face.

- Wearing his hoodie and having it come all the way to your thighs bc dAMn his height tho.

- When you don’t want to go somewhere with him he’ll just throw you over his shoulders no biggie.

- Having Alex as your best friend and coming to him whenever Zach and you had an argument.

- Bryce flirting with you and Zach being the protective boyfriend that he is threatens to punch Bryce if he ever tries anything on you.

- HIS MUM LOOOOVES YOU because she says you make him a better person.

- His mum urging you to apply for the same colleges as him because she wants to see you two happy together.

- Him secretly winking at you whenever you two make eye contact in class.

- Marcus and you would have work sessions in the library because you two are part of the student council, making Zach super jealous.

- Montgomery putting his arm around your shoulder every time he’s near you until Zach pushes him off and almost starts a fight.

Fuck off dude, she’s mine.”

- CUDDLES CUDDLES CUDDLES

- Playing with your hair and making it messy because he thinks you’re cute no matter what.

- Watching movies with him on the couch and he’s the big spoon so you always feel warm, cosy and protected.

- Some days while lying on the couch your butt accidentally rubs on his penis and you feel it harden…

Oh sorry babe, it just really likes you”

- His friends seeing hickeys that you left on him in the boy’s locker room.

“DAMN ZACH WHAT WERE YOU UP TO LAST NIGHT”

“Will you guys shut up?!”

- Cheering for him at his basketball games because he’s talented af and almost never misses a chance to score a goal.

- If something happened and you couldn’t show up to his game he doesn’t perform as well because he keeps looking out trying to find you in the crowd.

- really fucking good sex because he’s a daddy and definitely the dominant one in bed.




GUYS THis is my first imagine, because after watching the show I went to find some to read (no shame) but unfortunately there wasn’t many …. SO HERE I AM contributing to tumblr so other people can enjoy the goodness that is Zach Dempsey

Feel free to request!! I can do any character and any type of imagines in 13 Reasons Why!

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Damn, what a Fresh Fox ™

anonymous asked:

Hello!! Can I ask for a friend zoned MC feeling unrequited love to the RFA + V & Unknown which ends in a "I like you god damn it" confession?? And they like you back?? Thank youuuu (: I love your blog btw

Author’s note: sorry this is so rushed I have to post Saeran/V’s separate bc this is so long || So some of these aren’t as much confessions as they are cute, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM NONETHELESS ♥

Yoosung

  • “To the left, MC!!!! NO, YOUR OTHER LEFT!”
  • You smashed the buttons of your controller down, hoping something good would happen
  • I have no idea what I’m doing.
  • “Uhh, Yoosung?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • “I think I just died.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • You set your controller down and glanced over at your best friend
  • His eyes were glued to the screen, tongue sticking slightly out just like it always does when he’s focused on something
  • The light from the monitor flashed white and Yoosung jerked forward, causing your knees to collide
  • You felt your face heat up at the skin on skin connection
  • “A-Ah, Yoosung?”
  • “Not now, MC, I think I can win this!!”
  • Yoosung leaned over in front of you, trying to get a better angle of the screen
  • You got a whiff of Yoosung’s shampoo and your heart skipped a beat 
  • I don’t know how he smells this good after playing video games all day.
  • You involuntarily reached out and ran your fingers through his hair
  • “…So soft.”
  • For a second you though you felt Yoosung leaning into your touch
  • But that’s probably my imagination…
  • The screen flashed again and Yoosung turned around to look at you
  • He was still leaning over on your side, your faces now inches apart
  • “I won!”
  • Yoosung gave you a close eyed smile
  • That damn smile.
  • When you didn’t respond to him, Yoosung frowned
  • “What’s wrong, MC?”
  • “…”
  • Screw it.
  • You summoned every ounce of strength you had and closed the gap between his lips and yours
  • Before Yoosung could react, you pulled away
  • “U-Uhhh,” you looked at Yoosung’s bright red face, “Congrats on the win?”
  • Do it!! Tell him how you feel!
  • “Yoosung, I-“
  • “M-Me too.”

Zen

  • It was just another average friend date with Zen
  • You, him, a small bistro, hundreds of fans all begging to get a picture with him
  • Just a normal day
  • “Zen, over here!!!”
  • “Sorry about the flash, I just HAVE to make sure it’s a good picture.”
  • “Are you stupid??? ALL of Zen’s pictures are good!”
  • You turned to look at your friend, who was soaking up as much of the limelight as possible
  • This dork…
  • He stood up and tapped on his glass with a fork
  • “Ladies, ladies, you can all get a picture with your Zenny, just be patient!”
  • “Since when are you theirs?” you mumbled, crossing your arms
  • Zen glanced back at you
  • Crap, did he hear me?
  • You gave him a big smile and a thumbs up
  • That ought to throw him off his tracks.
  • Zen turned back to the sea of fans
  • “I’ll be outside in ten minutes, so if everyone could make a line outside, that would be perfect!”
  • In the blink of an eye the restaurant was empty again, a flood of screaming girls and guys retreating outside to wait for their prince
  • A sigh of relief escaped your lips as Zen sat down
  • “Are you mad at me?”
  • You looked down at your food and began messing with it
  • “Don’t play with your food, MC.”
  • “Okay, mom.”
  • He sighed, “If you aren’t going to answer my question I’ll just go outside right now.”
  • Zen put his hands on the table and started to push himself up
  • “W-Wait.”
  • You grabbed his arm and pulled him back down
  • “I’m not mad at you,” you sighed, “I’m just mad that we never get to spend time together like we used to.”
  • Zen put his hand on top of yours and leaned in toward you
  • “What do you mean? I see you all the time up at work!!”
  • You stared at his hand
  • He’s touching me.
  • He’s holding my hand.
  • ZEN is holDING MY FREAKING-
  • “MC???”
  • You awkwardly coughed and pulled your hand away
  • “Y-Yeah, uh no… what were we talking about?”
  • Zen leaned back in his chair
  • “Never mind… let’s just eat.”
  • He lifted up his glass of water to his lips
  • Those lips…
  • “I love you.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • “DAMNIT ZEN!”
  • You pushed away from the table and stood up
  • “You spit all over my shirt,” you gestured down to the wet material that clung to your chest, “my WHITE shirt!!’
  • “W-Well you said that you… you love me.”
  • “Ah… that.”
  • And all of sudden, the floor became veryyyyy interesting
  • I wish I had the power of invisibility…
  • “MC, look at me.”
  • While you were contemplating superpowers, Zen had taken the time to walk over and stand in front of you
  • “Nah, I think I’m good,” you continued looking down, “the floor happens to be my favorite shade of… brown.”
  • A soft and warm hand tilted your chin up, and your eyes met his scarlet ones
  • “I love you too.”
  • You slowly leaned in-
  • “ZENNY, WE’RE WAITING~”
  • Offff course.
  • Zen stepped back and glanced at the girl peeking through the front door
  • There was the click of a camera and a squeal, and she was gone again
  • Zen scratched the back of his head
  • “Sorry, I guess it’s-whoa whoa WHOA, what are you doing????
  • You flung your wet shirt over the back of the chair and shivered
  • “Man, this place is kinda cold,” you looked up and smirked, “then again, I am wearing just a bra.”
  • You heard a very inhumane noise come from the back of Zen’s throat
  • “The fans can wait.”
  • Zen grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest, his lips crashing against yours
  • The beast was NOT contained that night

Jaehee

  • On your way out of the RFA building you glanced at your watch
  • Damn… it’s already 11pm? I stayed waaaaayyyy too late.
  • When you walked past the break room you heard the familiar sound of the copy machine clunking turning on
  • “…damn Jumin and his damn reports-“
  • I wonder if that’s…
  • “-with his damn cat and the damn cat wine.”
  • Yup, that’s Jaehee.
  • You peeked in the room and watched as she stuffed a stack of papers into the copy tray
  • She wiped her hands on her skirt and sat in the chair next to the whirring machine
  • “You should go talk to her.”
  • “WhAT THE-“
  • Seven put a hand over your mouth and pulled you away from the door
  • Jaehee glanced up and sighed
  • “Anyone there?”
  • Seven removed his hand and you lowered your voice to a whisper
  • “What the hell do you want?”
  • He glanced at the breakroom and then back to you, giving you his famous ‘I have an idea that could go horribly wrong or perfectly right’ look
  • “Good luck,” was all he said before grabbing you and harshly shoving you in the breakroom
  • “WAIT-”
  • But it was too late
  • In a flash the redhead was gone, and you were alone with Jaehee
  • She looked up and smiled
  • “MC? I didn’t know you were here so late! It’s nice to have some company.”
  • You stared at her, unsure of what to say
  • S-So cute…
  • “U-Uhh, yeah…”
  • Jaehee stood up and stretched, letting out a tiny yawn
  • “How much longer does Jumin have you here?”
  • She picked up the warm copies from the tray and leaned up against the machine
  • “I just have to run this back to his office and I’m done! At least, until he inevitably calls me at midnight asking for more cat food…”
  • You walked with her to Jumin’s office, continuing to listen to her rant about his late night antics
  • When the two of you finally got there, she plopped the papers in a box outside the door
  • “H-Hey, Jaehee?”
  • She glanced over at you
  • “Hmm?”
  • “You wanna go grab some late night coffee? Since, you know, Jumin should be calling you in about,” you checked your watch, “30 minutes.”
  • “Sure!! That’s exactly the pick me up I need, a nice little friend date!”
  • Hold up.
  • “…Friend date?”
  • “Yeah, I was thinking-”
  • “I like you. A lot.”
  • Jaehee stopped and turned to you
  • “A-As a friend?”
  • You stepped closer, “More than a friend.”
  • Her eyes widened and a deep blush spread across her cheeks
  • “Oh…”
  • “Oh?”
  • You felt your heart break in two
  • She doesn’t feel the same… dammit, this is why you never fall in love with a straight girl.
  • Tiny hands wrapped around your own, causing you to look back up
  • Jaehee had a soft smile spread across her lips
  • “Me too… a-about the not friend thing.”
  • Her gripped tightened, “Not that I don’t consider you a friend! I’m just, well, what I’m trying to say, or rather, what want to say-”
  • “Would you two KISS ALREADY???”
  • Both of your heads snapped in the direction of the voice
  • “Seven, whyyyyy are you still here?”
  • “Still?”
  • “Yeah, he was here earlier when-”
  • “-When I set you guys up!”
  • As you and Seven began arguing, Jaehee looked between the two of you and sighed
  • She interlocked fingers with you and pulled you away
  • “Sorry, Luciel, but we have a date to get to.”
  • You stuck your tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes
  • “Whatever… have fun you two love birdddssss!!”
  • You looked over at Jaehee and smiled
  • Oh, we will.

Jumin

  • Dammit, he closed the blinds.
  • You rolled your chair closer and angled your head in an attempt to see into Jumin’s office again
  • “Peeping tom much?
  • “Shut it.”
  • Zen sighed and leaned up against your desk
  • “I still don’t understand what you see in him.”
  • You rolled your eyes and looked over at Zen
  • “You promised you’d be supportive-
  • “-And I am,” he held up his hands in surrender, “I just think you could do better.”
  • “What? Like date you?”
  • “Well, not that much better.”
  • Zen smirked and you playfully hit him in the stomach
  • Within the next second the two of you burst out laughing
  • “Wow,” you wiped a tear from your eye, “I don’t even know why that was so funny.”
  • “Me neith-”
  • “MC,” Jumin’s voice boomed, “Can I see you in my office?”
  • Zen raised his eyebrows and pushed himself off your desk
  • “Good luck,” he glanced back, “with him, you’ll need it.”
  • You rolled your eyes and stood up, cringing when your knees made a loud pop
  • Could my body, like, not embarrass me? No? Alllllllrighty.
  • You walked into the room and Jumin closed the door behind him
  • “So, what’s up?”
  • Jumin turned around and sighed
  • “I believe some… congratulations are in order.”
  • Huh?
  • “Did I get a raise?”
  • Jumin chuckled, taking one big step toward you
  • “No, I’m talking about you and Zen.”
  • …Huh?
  • “I’m a little lost… what do you mean-”
  • “Your relationship. Are you not romantically involved with each other?”
  • “Huh?”
  • Said that one out loud this time…
  • You mentally kicked yourself, “Zen and I are just friends.”
  • “Just friends?”
  • “Purely platonic.”
  • Jumin scratched his chin, completely lost in thought
  • You took a deep breath
  • Here goes everything nothing.
  • “…I actually have my eye on someone else.”
  • Jumin snapped back into reality
  • “Who? If that, well, if it isn’t too much to ask.”
  • Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap-
  • “Is it really not Zen?”
  • Oh my god.
  • “You know,” you grabbed his tie, “you’re pretty clueless for a CEO.”
  • In one gentle tug, your lips connected with his
  • After a few seconds, Jumin pulled away
  • “So, it’s me then?”
  • You shook your head and grinned
  • “Of course, you-“
  • Jumin’s lips crashed on to yours again,his hands cupping your face
  • And let’s just say you were now very thankful for the closed blinds

Seven

  • “Wrench.”
  • “WRENCH!”
  • “Screwdriver.”
  • “SCREWDRIVER!!”
  • You grabbed the two tools from Seven’s hand
  • “You know, you don’t have to repeat everything I say.”
  • “Repeat everything I-OUCH! MC, why’d you kick meeee?”
  • Seven hugged his shin and hopped up and down
  • I’m surprised he has this much energy at 2 in the morning….
  • You looked back up at Seven, who had miraculously gotten over his bruised shin and was chugging a can of Dr. Pepper
  • …Who am I kidding, he never sleeps anyways.
  • It had been about an hour since Seven called you asking for help fixing his chair
  • You had gone to the furniture store IKEA anyone??? with him earlier that day and actually took the time to READ the damn manual
  • Anddddd, done!”
  • You clapped your hands together and smiled
  • “Wanna test it out?”
  • Seven gave you a mischievous grin
  • “Don’t mind if I do!”
  • Before you knew it, Seven grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing both of you to fall back into the chair
  • It creaked under the combined weight of you and Seven, but surprisingly remained stable
  • “Hey, you really did fix it!!”
  • Seven began spouting off nonsense about how crappy it was earlier, but you were too busy thinking about the fact that you were sitting
  • In his lap
  • INCHES away from his face
  • He’s so warm…
  • “-Plus, it kept making weird noises! I’m so glad you came over tonight.”
  • “Mmhmm.”
  • “Uh, earth to MC?? Agent 707 calling, can you read me??”
  • You shook you head, zoning back in
  • Seven sighed, relaxing back into the chair
  • “Thank God Seven you’re okay… I can’t have my best friend dying on me… literally,” Seven chuckled at his own joke
  • I love that little laugh.
  • “Dammit…”
  • Seven looked back at you
  • “What’s on your mind, MC?”
  • “You.”
  • DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
  • “W-What?”
  • Here we go.
  • “Seven, I like you.”
  • “You mean,” Seven furrowed his brows, “You like me, or you like-like me?”
  • You rolled your eyes, how old is he again??
  • “You’re so ridiculous.”
  • Seven looked at you patiently
  • “I like-like you.”
  • You felt lips lightly press on the back of your neck
  • “Well that’s not fair,” Seven tightened his grip on your waist, “because I love-love you.”