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#Sim: Elena
bridgeportbritt · 5 months
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@geekysimroyalfamily @hrh-the-royals @crownsofesha @miyuzarry @whitmoreroyals @trentonsimblr @funkyllama @nexility-sims @officalroyalsofpierreland @thebaillieroyals
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simsimulation · 1 year
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so I made my very first occult sims ever & it’s mostly cause i never play with any occult sims, but i love these ones so much that i might change my mind
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sosa-royals · 1 year
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Maria: So are you ready?
Liliana: Yes your highness
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Maria: I’m going to miss you Lili
Liliana: These are your hormones speaking ma’am.
Maria: Maybe
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Liliana: Besides, I’m not moving to the palace. I’ll only be shadowing Her Majesty’s assistant two days a week starting today
Maria: I know, but that means I’ll be with you two less days a week
Liliana: You’ll be absolutely fine your highness
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Anita: Do you understand miss?
Liliana: Yes
Anita: Good. I’m going to see to Her Majesty for now. You can walk around and get acquainted with anything you’re unfamiliar with for today
Liliana: Thank you
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Footman: I was not aware Her Majesty was expecting you
Elena: I... uh...
Liliana: Elena?
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Elena: Lili!
Liliana: Is something wrong?
Footman: I was not informed that Her Majesty was expecting her.
Liliana: It’s alright, I was expecting her. Thank you.
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Liliana: Did something happen? 
Elena: ...No
Liliana: Okay...
Elena: Is his royal highness here?
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Liliana: Which one?
Elena: The Prince consort of Saliceau
Liliana: No he isn’t. Why are you looking for him?
Elena: Um... nothing. 
Liliana: I can pass on a message if you want? Or you can wait inside for him-
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Elena: Is Her Majesty here?
Liliana: ...Yes
Elena: Then no... it’s nothing. My mom... I just wanted to ask him... something... Jules said 
Liliana: Then you should as Princess Juliette directly don’t you think? She’s in school, which is where you should be as well, right?
Elena: Right of course... thank you
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Liliana: How did I stumble upon a landmine on my first day already?
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www-jungwon · 8 months
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and they were roommates ✦
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jake x reader ! wc eight hundred ! summary midnight ramen with roommate!jake ! tw shirtless and super flirty jake ! genre fluff, roommates to…roommates still
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jake sim is just your roommate.
you remind yourself of that fact just as you have every day since you moved in–1 month ago–as you tiptoe softly through the hallway, trying not to glance at his door.
the quiet of the darkness washes over you, blanketing the apartment.
he’s just your roommate, you tell yourself, even as you enter the kitchen and see the blue of the moonlight shining through the kitchen window, illuminating him standing at the stove. 
you freeze, heart spinning at the sight of him.
he’s very much shirtless, and even though he’s just your roommate, you can’t help but admire the way the tinted light highlights his abs as he turns around.
jake’s eyes widen, “did i wake you up? i’m so sorry-“
“no, no, it’s fine, i just couldn’t fall asleep,”
his mood suddenly shifts, concern fading into a smirk. “too many thoughts in that head of your’s, huh? any of them about me?” he leans against the countertop.
trying to ignore the sleepy rasp in his voice, you scoff. “you wish,”
he’s just your roommate, although he might be a mind reader.
he just grins, and you wonder if you’ll be able to survive staying just roommates with him.
you glance at the stove behind him, spotting a silver pot, golden noodles cooking in the water. “you stole my idea!”
he laughs, “i apologize, darling. how about i make it up to you with more?”
he’s already reaching for a packet even as you tell him you were just joking. 
when he’s finished, he turns, and it’s hard to remember he’s just your roommate, the way he sweeps a hand through his perfectly messy hair as he smiles softly at you.
he effortlessly hoists himself onto the counter. “wanna come sit?”
you walk over, sliding onto the space next to him, the cool marble of the counter hitting your legs. 
he’s just your roommate, but you can feel the weight of his presence without looking, so heavy you can’t think straight, blurting out your thoughts.
“do you always cook shirtless?”
he laughs, and you realize he has the prettiest laugh you’ve ever heard. “yeah, it’s my secret ingredient.”
you grin, trying to ignore the way the sound of his laugh sneaks into your heart. “does it work?”
he smirks, eyes flickering over you, down and then up, “oh, darling, it works excellently.”
you swallow, looking away just as the stove timer beeps.
he’s just your roommate.
jake slides off the counter, turning off the stove.
you avoid looking at him, pushing down the butterflies that dance in your stomach.
you hand him the bowls and his fingertips brush your’s in the darkness, sending sparks up your wrist. you jerk your hand away like his touch is flames—maybe it is, with the way your cheeks burn.
twisting the ramen around your chopsticks, the warmth from the steaming noodles floods your senses, flowing into you as you take a first bite of the glistening noodles.
“this is actually so good,” you mumble, “what the heck?”
he grins at you, “must be the secret ingredient.”
“you need to cook shirtless more often, then,”
he raises an eyebrow at you, smiling, and it’s only then you realize what you’ve implied.
“no- i mean, that’s not what i meant-”
he bursts into laughter, “darling, if you want to see me shirtless you can just-”
you elbow him, interrupting his statement, the ending obvious and a little too accurate.
“ow! darling,” he rubs his shoulder, flashing kicked puppy eyes at you and you wonder if the gaze of someone who is just your roommate is supposed to make your heart melt this way. 
looking away, you hurriedly swallow more ramen, the moist noodles slipping into your mouth off the chopsticks.
he leans back, resting his forearms on the counter and looking out the window, still half smiling from your outburst.
you fall into a silence, the kind that only exists at midnight– still and soft like a hug from the moon. 
you steal glances at jake, looking at him exactly the way you aren't supposed to look at someone who’s just your roommate.
he licks his lips, turning around to look at you and you spin away quickly, wincing at the way he’s caught you staring.
jake yawns, nose crinkling cutely.
“i think i’m gonna go to sleep now.” 
you nod, even though sleep is the farthest thing from your mind right now. “me too,”
you look up at him, heart skipping a beat when you catch him already looking at you.
he smiles softly at you, lighting up your world the wrong way for a roommate.
“dream about me, kay?” he winks, hopping off the counter and disappearing into his room, traces of his presence still lingering next to you.
 he’s just your roommate, but sometimes you wish he was more.
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an can you tell i'm addicted to midnight ffs lmao anyway hiii i'm back or whatever...episode 2 of opk will probably be posted before my school starts but i've been rlly busy recently so sry for being ia
new update/notice if you’d like to be tagged in pt. 2 just comment or send an ask
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tricoufamily · 4 months
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jacques's, nancy's, and mrs. villareal's parents circa 1960-something + baby jacques and nancy bc they were there in cas anyway why not
this feud's been going on for approximately this long
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keekity · 22 hours
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aged lesbians
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kakyoindeservedbetter · 2 months
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Turks (+Rufus) undercover
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cinamun · 11 months
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Moment of silence | Next
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fangs-trait · 9 months
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🌾 🌾 🌾 🌾 🌾 🌾
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igglemouse · 3 months
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Episode 3 ~ Breaking The Mold
Maria's father spent long busy days at his desk, typing away at a manuscript that for the family oft times felt more imaginary than real. All the while, her mother put her dreams to the side, rehearsing for auditions she would never have time to attend because it was expected of her to do so. 
When a man and woman start a family it’s never asked of the male to stop his dreams, it’s quietly expected that the mother will sacrifice her aspirations because what mother wouldn’t? Part of being a parent is exactly that, sacrifice, but what if she hadn’t sacrificed at all? At least that’s what she had thought.
You only have one life to live after all and she was sure that if she applied her full self into this dream that it would come true but rejection after rejection had planted doubt into her mind. Another day, another rejection, and this last one hit particularly hard because she was sure she had it. She fit the role to a tee, the casting director even said she looked exactly like the rich tía that director had in mind and it was only a bit part, a minor role in a sitcom that she was sure would be her foot in the door.
Instead she dragged herself home being told the usual. Thank you, good luck, and try again. 
She wasn't going to give up, not yet, she just had to knock harder at the door. That's all.
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I'm so proud of Athena for bring Enzo and Elena into the world! But Rhys on the other hand is ready for another one....like are you fucking serious?! Where would we fucking but him or her, huh?! Ugh, men!
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bridgeportbritt · 1 year
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Diana's Voice: You are recieving this correspondence because as a Senior Members of the Royal Family, your duty to your country is very important. The significance your role plays within this family and beyond does not go unnoticed.
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Diana's Voice: As your Queen, my duty is to ensure we are reaching our full potential to do our part for SimDonia and it's citizens. Which is why I'm implementing new guidelines for all members of the SimDonian Royal Family. Please see the following.
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Diana's Voice: The security of our family is of the utmost importance. We will be increasing the number of security guards for all members of the family. No one is permitted to waive security detail at this time.
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Diana's Voice: There is now a minimum requirement on number of engagements. Each member will be assigned a number to strive for. This number will be set by the Soverign Office and Monarch Advisory Board.
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Diana's Voice: Each year, every member must attend at least two Parliament sessions for their State. Attending these sessions do not fulfill engagement requirements.
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Diana's Voice: It's critical that our family shows a committment to our Faith. As Head of the Jacoban Church, I'm expecting every member to attend services at least twice a month. This does not fulfill engagement requirements.
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Diana's Voice: A proper education is essential for young family members as they learn how to continue the family legacy. A new and more robust Regal Excellency Curriculum has been put in place. New highly-quailified tutors will be assigned to all families with school-aged children replacing previous tutors and curriculums.
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Diana's Voice: As for young family members, we want them to enter, not only the family, but the Institution that upholds our legacy. To do so, new parents will be required to present the new baby to the Monarch at Willington Palace. A small ceremony including the Trilogy of Praise will be anointed onto the child by an Eye of Jacob. The child's Watcher's Guides may also be present.
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Diana's Voice: Before I continue, I believe it's important for me to inform you that enforcement of these new procedures will be strict. Violations will result in a fine to your Duchy's treasury which is public record. This is not to be seen as a punishment, but incentive to do your part for your family and country.
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Diana's Voice - Each family will meet quarterly with the Monarch Advisor, Lydia Johnston. Lydia is well-versed in not only our monarchy's history, but monarchies across the simverse. Her role is to ensure the SimDonia Monarchy operates to the best of its ability.
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Diana's Voice: As you all know, appearance plays a major role in our work, especially for female members. We are officially implementing a formal dress code and each family will be assigned a stylist to help everyone adhere to the new code.
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Diana's Voice: Being a healthy and strong Royal Family sends a message to the world. To ensure every member is in good health, regular health screenings and evaluations will begin taking place.
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Diana's Voice: I trust that everyone will see this as a new beginning to a long and bright future for our family and the country we love and serve. One SimDonia United.
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leavemetoplaythesims · 7 months
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this is elena. she's geting married and she won't shut up about it.
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sosa-royals · 1 year
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Avery: What brings you home? I wasn’t expecting you
Elena: Shouldn’t you be at work?
Avery: I took the day off 
Elena: Oh
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Avery: I’m glad I did, I get to see you!
Elena: I need to talk to you
Avery: What is it?
Elena: Your boyfriend
Avery: Not this again
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Elena: I’m serious mom
Avery: What about him?
Elena: ...
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Elena: Is it the Prince Consort of Saliceau?
Silence
Avery: What?
Elena: Is the man you’ve been seeing for over 10 years the Prince Consort of Saliceau?
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Avery: What are you-
Elena: Don’t lie to me mum... please
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Avery: ...Yes he is
Elena: Oh my God
Avery: I’m sorry for not telling you Ellie-
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Elena: He is the grandfather of my best friends!
Avery: I know, which is why I didn’t say anything
Elena: And he’s a married man!
Avery: An unhappily married man
Elena: That doesn’t justify cheating! For over a decade even!
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Elena: You know what? It’s not too late, no one else knows yet. Break up with him.
Avery: I love him, I can’t. No, I won’t
Elena: Mom!
Avery: You wouldn’t be saying all this if you knew how much he’s done for us. This home, your education, my job, they all came from him! All of it!
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Elena: So he’s bought your silence?
Avery: He hasn’t bought anything. I fell in love with him before all of this.
Elena: Well you can fall in love with someone else! Why are you making me feel as if I’m talking to a child and not my own mother!?
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Avery: Remember that I am indeed your mother, do not disrespect me
Elena: Oh you don’t need my help to do that you are doing a perfectly good job all by yourself!
Avery: Elena Adora!
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Elena: (sobs) How am I supposed to face my best friends? How am I supposed to go back to school and look them in the eye when their grandfather is having an affair with my mother?
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Elena: I have to tell them
Avery: You will not
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Elena: Mom!
Avery: No! You cannot tell them
Elena: You want me to lie to them?
Avery: I want you to act as if you know nothing, understand?
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www-jungwon · 7 months
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sweater weather . sjy
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fall_ing for your best friend & his sweaters
pairing jake x bsf!reader genre fluff, tiny angsty bit but not rlly, best friends to ?? tw drinks, open-ended ending? wc 1k
( one time jake gives you one of his sweaters, one time you steal one of jake’s sweaters, and the time you realize he’s been stealing something from you, too. )
2/7 elena's autumn collection
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rain traces down the window outside as you tuck the blanket tighter around your shoulders, curled into the couch next to jake. despite it’s softness, the blanket is infinitely too thin and you continue to shiver. the sound of your weekly movie masks the tapping of the rainfall as cold seeps through your hands.
a character on the flat screen tv screams, and you flinch into jake, grip tightening around his arm. his arm shifts under your hand as he turns to look at you, eyebrows raised. your gaze locks with his and you swallow, inhaling tightly. 
his eyebrows drop and he tilts his head, still holding your eyes. the blanket is suddenly too warm.
you’ve never noticed how dark his eyes are, looking into them now. they’re kind of pretty.
you blink. not pretty. his eyes have never been pretty, why would they be now?
he smiles, plush lips revealing perfectly white teeth. 
not pretty. 
you blink again. “hey, are you laughing at me?”
“what?” he grins harder. “i would never!”
you point your nose up at him petulantly and scoff.
he smirks, your throat drying, and tugs on his arm. the momentum of him pulls you over, and you let go of his arm. “sorry,”
“what?” he wraps his arm around your other arm and your head falls onto his shoulder. even though it’s a familiar position for your weekly movie-watching, you swallow.
“nothing,” you shiver.
he rubs his hand up and down your arm in response. “are you cold?”
“it depends,”
“what?” he laughs.
“it depends.” you lift your chin off his shoulder, eyes appraising his sweater.
it’s grey and ribbed, softly hanging off his shoulders.
he watches you with raised eyebrows.
you swing your head up to look at him, pleased. “i’m very cold.”
he laughs indulgently, arms crossing to the ends of his sweater as he pulls it off. the fabric catches on his shirt, tugging it up to reveal his abs. 
your eyes catch on them by accident and you mean to look away, really, but you don’t.
his shirt falls back over, covering his stomach and you blink. you look back up at him again, watching a smirk fall over his lips.
“shut up.”
his mouth opens in mock offense, “i didn’t say anything.” his tongue slides over his teeth as he grins tauntingly.
“just give me the sweater.”
he grabs your hands and his fingers graze over your wrists, your chest tightening suddenly as he lifts your arms into the air.
when he lets go you look at him, confused, and then your vision is covered by fuzzy grey. 
“mmf- can’t see-”
he pulls the sleeves over your arms and your first sight after is his eyes. not pretty. 
you turn back to the movie, watching the two characters on screen hug.
“i wish someone would hug me like that.” you murmur.
“excuse me?” jake asks.
“what?”
“i’m right here.” he scoffs in fake offense, and it takes you a little to realize what he’s implying.
you roll your eyes, gaze drifting to him as he goes back to watching the movie. 
he’s wearing a black t-shirt, and it’s simple, but it hugs his shoulders. the changing colored light from the tv shines onto his face, and you look at his eyes again. he blinks, eyelashes brushing down over his skin softly. 
not pretty.
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your spoon clinks as you stir it around in your cup, chocolate powder dissolving into the milk. 
birds chirp outside, morning sunlight streams through the window, but everything seems so dull.
the heat of the milk spreads through your hand and you inhale the warm scent, filling your senses. 
“hey, have you seen my–”
you look up distractedly, seeing jake in the doorway. his shoulder rests on the doorframe, head tilting. his face drops, eyes narrowing.
“–grey hoodie.”
he’s wearing a beige sweater, ribbed around the hems with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 
not pretty. you want to slap yourself. 
“no, sorry, i haven’t it anywhere.” you shrug, grinning. in your defense, you slept over except you hadn’t been planning to, so you didn’t have anything to wear.
for a second, you’re smiling. and then you remember. that you think he’s pretty but you can’t, because he’s your best friend and you’ll lose him.  
“really?” he raises his eyebrows, stepping away from the doorframe closer to you.
you look up at him towering over you and you shrink away.
he grabs the hot chocolate from your hand, fingers falling over your’s.
you would be annoyed if you weren’t so sad. his fingers are warm around your’s.
he takes a sip, your eyes drifting to his adam’s apple.
distractedly, “that’s my hot chocolate,”
“that’s my hoodie.”
he puts your glass on the counter, spinning around to lean against it. he raises his eyebrows, pushing his lips up in challenge.
you look away, pushing the sleeves of jake’s hoodie down your arms so it covers your hands.
it’s soft and it smells like him.
“your hot chocolate’s really good.”
you look up at him. “thanks.”
he continues to look at you expectantly.
“i’ll make you some.”
“marry me.”
he’s been saying that forever, but you don’t know when it started to make your heart feel like this.i t’s so exhausting to pretend everything is normal; you’re so tired.
you start to walk around the kitchen, “you know you could do this yourself, right? this is your house.”
“i know.”
you hand him the warm glass, his fingers brushing over your’s for the second time today.
he takes a sip, inhaling deeply. “i love you,” 
you freeze, turning to look at him.
he grins, oblivious to how much you want to cry right now and you smile halfheartedly back at him.
your throat is so tight, heart sinking, head spinning.
i love you.
and you realize, you’re scared. scared. scared that you’ll have to live like this forever. scared of yourself. scared to lose him. he cups the hot chocolate, closing his eyes as he sighs in content.
not pretty.
but he is.
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you can hear his voice.
i love you. 
you haven’t stopped thinking about him saying that since he did last week.
it’s not fair, how easily he says that. nothing about him is fair, though. his eyes. his smile. how his eyes sparkle when he smiles.
i love you.
butterflies rush into your stomach.
but he’s your best friend.
you sigh, staring at your apartment floor.
you wish he meant it.
it must be karma, that your habit of stealing all his sweaters meant he would steal your heart.
the ring of a doorbell interrupts your thoughts, and you stop pacing around the room to remember that you were going to hang out with jake today.
the rain hits against the window outside as you go to answer the door.
you twist the knob and the door swings open.
jake.
he’s standing in the rain, hair soaked against his face. he pants, chest heaving.
his black sweater is drenched, white collar that peeks out over the top turned light grey from the rain.
“hey,” he says, smiling. pretty.
you swallow, heart hurting.
“i love you.”
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an hi...back from the dead lol and hbd to hee (i was gonna write smth for him but then i rewrote this entire thing so i didn't have time </3)
autumn collection tl (comment/send an ask to be added !):
@mrchweeee
@aureliaxuuu
@miyseung
@backintomykpopphaseagain
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lilleputtu · 28 days
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Step one: back to the forest to vibe and get some more stuff.
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