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kaelsims · 3 years

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An update for my Donovan family legacy!

I’ve made the decision that I want to transform this legacy into a Build a City Challenge. I just feel that I don’t have enough drive to keep going without giving myself something more concrete to work towards. Plus, thanks to @melsie-sims and a few others, I am obsessed with BACCs right now. I’m transforming this save in an attempt not to abandon it, honestly.

What this means for the blog:

Updated post banners, post links, and blog links!

More focus on other families!

More concrete goals!

What this means for the gameplay:

Storywise, this is happening because after a year of successful living and in fact, flourishing, this venture has proven to be one worth pursuing. It is only now that there is the option to move in new Sims, though they will have to earn CAS points first.

Some things will no longer be allowed.

Interacting with non playable characters (e.g. “townies” which will be the following previously introduced sims: Orlando and Lucas Dark, Nadia and Lillian McCormick, Crystal and Cason Murdock, and Giselle and Eddie Quinn). I will be able to interact with them again after completing 5 gold level parties, at which point I will also include them in the household count, though not as households that can earn achievements.

Using plopsy will no longer be allowed until a Sim (likely Adelaide) completes the Lady of the Knits aspiration.

Children will be allowed to go to school because one of the possible options for that rule is that you have at least five children or teens in the town (they are all toddlers at the moment, but most were born around the same time. As of the time of writing this, the Donovan’s have two toddlers, the Yamakazi’s have… I think two toddlers and a baby, and the Ralston’s have… some little ones…) at least one Sim has three skills up to a level 6 (which has been done by Lucy).

Electricity can continue to be used, as Lucy maxed out the handiness skill at some point.

Services are now locked until we have ten households in the world. As of right now we officially have three. When we unlock the ability to interact with “townies,” I will count it as having seven households (Donovan, Yamakazi, Ralston, Dark, McCormick, Murdock, and Quinn). Daycare/Nannies will not be unlocked until a Sim maxes out the parenting skill.

Starting in the second year of living in Newcrest, Lucy will take on a job as Mayor. This will keep her away from the home now and the bulk of the household responsibilities (raising the kids, keeping the garden, and tending the animals) will fall to Adelaide.

Rotational gameplay.

Starting in the second year of living in Newcrest, the gameplay will rotate between three families (for now). Those families are (of course) Lucy and Alelaide Donovan, Hiro and Yokota Yamakazi, and Vanessa and Rocky Ralston.

NOTE: I chose these three families to be my main “founders” because Rocky is Adelaide’s best friend and Yokota is Lucy’s best friend, not for any other reason. Upon the writing of this I don’t even remember their traits, so I’m kind of going to have to shoehorn them into the roles I’m deciding for them.

My goals that I hope to work on for the rest of the time we are focusing on these households (and not their children):

Complete the Freelance Botanist aspiration. This will probably be completed by Lucy or Adelaide- I’m leaning Adelaide because Lucy will be busy with the new job and maxing the charisma skill so we can move someone else in, but she will have to finish the Lady of the Knits aspiration first. I want to complete the Freelance Botanist aspiration to be able to open up Sulani as our next world.

Unlocking FOUR community lot types (so that next generation we can move to Sulani):

Museum (need 10 masterpiece paintings (completed by Hiro) and 10 excellent sculptures (Lucy)).

Park (level 10 gardening and 3+ families. The families are already achieved (classified as a parent and a child) by the Donovan, Yamakazi, and Ralston families. Lucy is at level 9 gardening, so hopefully she will be able to max this out during the spring of year two).

Pool (have experienced a heatwave, level 10 wellness and fitness. To be completed by Vanessa).

Spa (level 10 wellness, to be completed by Vanessa).

Personal Note: A “Joker” point, acquired by completing an aspiration, can also be used to bypass ONE of these requirements. For example, if Vanessa has completed the wellness skill but not the fitness skill, a JOKER POINT can be used to allow us to open a pool and a spa at the same time.

Complete the Party Animal Aspiration to unlock the ability to make clubs, which will become important as more Sims are made important to gameplay (to be completed by Rocky).

Have someone (anyone) take up a part time job after townies are unlocked.

(IL) Fisherman: Reach level 10 in the fishing skill.

Perhaps Yokota, as she has been fishing with Lucy multiple times.

Have Vanessa take up a job in the athlete career after maxing fitness.

Have Hiro take a position in the painting career after maxing painting.

What to expect to see soon:

(Re)Introduction posts! Everyone already knows about the Donovan’s (though they will receive a re-introduction post as well to iron out the backstory of Lucy and Adelaide), but these posts are where you will learn more about the Yamakazi’s and the Ralston’s!

Rotational Gameplay: The Donovan family will continue into spring, then pass the torch (and journal) over to the Yamakazi family for the summer, to the Ralston’s for the fall, and back to the Donovan’s for winter (probably. This might change based on newcomers to town. Note, I will probably never play the “townie” families, especially since I am marking them as unable to complete any of the goals for me).

Lots of struggling! I have no idea how I’m going to do at this, so wish me luck!

If you made it to the end of this post… well. More power to you, and I really appreciate it! I hope that everyone can enjoy the new turn that this blog is taking, and that it helps me stick with this save file instead of abandoning it… like I do to all the others… Hell, wish me luck on this one too!

NOTE: rules are new, created by punzelsims and organized by melsie-sims. scoresheet is new, organized by melsie-sims.

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy challenge #ts4 #sims 4 bacc #bacc1 #donovan family #ralston family #yamakazi family

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xjudgementxkazzy · 4 years

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@frenziedhound continued from ( x )

One look at Kiryu Kazuma and anyone could tell that he had been out of place. Whether it had been drinking or talking to females; had been one of those things that had made the young man; severely uncomfortable. After all he’d rather use his fists to stop people, and even do real estate on occasion; but around tons of people? Left a sour taste that left his tongue. And if anyone had asked him; he would of told them coming to the Grand hadn’t been his ideal night activity. He’d much prefer either hanging in the hotel and going to the bar and sing his heart out. Not whatever this was.

Back to the situation at hand, Kazuma Kiryu focused on the male that had addressed him; either a manager or just a host; the younger flanky of the dojima family hadn’t known; all he knew the taller male looked like he could be his older and had known his way around the grand. Maybe that’s why he gave a polite smile and just nodded, ❝ Oh? Yamakazi 12 years? I mean, sure why not, I’ll take one. Anything to make this night pass.❞

Who was he to blame his brother to leave with multiple girls dangling on his arm, and who was he to blame that he left him alone? He wouldn’t at least not till this night was over with. At the sudden question his brows shot up and stared at him almost quizzically, ❝ Nah, you’re fine. ❞ He’d express, he wasn’t good at people apologizing for things they didn’t do; he dealt with that enough when he hung with his brother, he didn’t need that reminder. ❝-- Yeah. I have, blame my companion for dipping... But sure?❞ He wasn’t one for a lot of talkative conversation, but what was harm if he could forget this train wreck.

#【 ─ fʀɪᴇɴᴢɪᴇᴅhᴏᴜɴᴅ ─】#→ ☆ ƊƦƛƓƠƝ ƠƑ ƊƠʆƖMƛ 【 ─ IC ─】#Kiryu vc: who are you and what did you do to my majima #→ ☆ Drαɢoɴ oғ Reαl Eѕтαтe 【 ─α Yαĸυzα 0 verѕe ─】

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docholligay · 5 years

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Misery, Rocks

Angstober day 12: I never loved you anyway. 1200 words, Talismans AU. Please tell me if you like it! Whole Au is here.

Haruka’s hand hurt.

It hurt because she had slammed it into the tough plaster wall of the place that she and Michiru shared, some swanky apartment where everything was constructed of brick and stone and concrete. It hurt because Haruka was stupid, and hadn’t stopped to consider that the walls were not the paper thin things that she had grown up with, which bent to a whisper. It hurt because Michiru didn’t love her anymore, because she’d left and Haruka had known no other way to handle the roiling in her chest. It hurt because no one was there to hold her, to touch her, to give her the gentleness that she could never ask for, and here she was, again, dying of thirst in a desert.

It hurt because Michiru had never loved her at all.

She had said that, Haruka remembered, though she wasn’t sure she remembered it right. Haruka was a burden and Haruk was stupid and she had never loved Haruka, Haruka had only ever been a toy because people didn’t take girls like Haruka seriously, how could they?

A sob broke from her throat like a stone through the window, and she hated it even as the glass cut long, jagged lines through the soft, hidden parts of her. She shouldn’t be crying. She couldn’t be a pussy on top of all this. Michiru was right, she should have seen all this coming.

You’re so fucking stupid how could you think anyone would want to keep you fuck you’re dumb you’re dumb and you fuck everything--

Haruka slammed her fist into the same spot on the wall, and it resisted her once again, her hand once again screaming pain up into her brain stem, and tears came to her eyes again as she sank to the floor, cradling her hand against her chest.

There was no point to any of it. She’d tried so hard to learn the things she needed to learn, so Michiru wouldn’t be embarrassed at fancy parties, and with her family. She had learned how to ballroom dance, and even Michiru’s friend Aki said she was a natural, and had beautiful lines, and that was something, wasn’t it? She’d carefully kept the silk ties and fine suits Michiru had given her, nice and neat so Haruka would know how much she appreciated them. She was trying really hard with the manners, and she thought she was doing okay, but the book was really big, and Haruka read slow, but she was going to work on art and music next, too.

Haruka had spent hours trying to be the sort of woman who would deserve Michiru’s hand. But because she was stupid, she hadn’t seen the truth. That she could shine herself up as much as she wanted, but she was a pair of Payless shoes, and that’s all she’d ever be.

Michiru didn’t even know what Payless was.

Haruka leaned against the wall and looked over to the liquor cabinet. Most of the alcohol in it was fancy, something Michiru wanted for fine cocktails and entertaining, but the one good part in all of this was that it no longer mattered what Michiru wanted.

She dragged herself to her feet and slowly made her way to the cabinet, taking a bottle of Yamakazi off the shelf and pulling off the cork, making sure to grip the neck of it tightly with her already-bruising hand, letting the lightning pain shoot up her arm and remind her of every stupid thing she’d done.

It burned on her mouth, the complexity of it lost on her but still the perfect highball of whisky and sorrow as enjoyable as ever.

Haruka wasn’t that different from her mother, after all, and it was probably only a matter of time till she moved onto something harder, too. It made sense that if her mother couldn’t love Haruka, even strung out, so Michiru couldn’t be expected to, either. She was born in a district of people that were forgotten, and that’s where she’d die.

She took another long, deep drink of the Yamakazi, and she couldn’t tell if it was the drink or her tears that blurred the neon and streetlights into one of oil paintings she’d never see with Michiru again.

“Sheesh.” Mina was standing at the door, shaking her head, and let it swing behind her. “Pathetic.”

Haruka tightened her grip on the bottle, trusting the pain to keep her focused.

“The fuck do you want?” She scowled, and for a moment, she felt truly angry. How dare Mina intrude on her moment, on her sadness, on what she might have called fear, if she had the courage to do so.

It was a relief, to feel angry.

“Michiru called, said you were doing,” she put a hand out in front of her, “all of this. I’m here to stop you, I guess.”

“The fuck does she care?” Haruka hammered the bottle back down onto the bar, but Mina did not so much as flinch.

“Your command of the Japanese language is stunning.” She walked toward Haruka, unimpressed. “I’m your commanding officer and it’s in my best interests that you don’t get fucking killed, so I don’t care if she doesn’t care.”

“What?” Haruka shrugged. “Here to tell me that my life is valuable, and I matter, and all that shit?”

“No,” she snorted, “I’m here to tell you senshi aren’t a renewable resource,” Mina leaned against the wall next to her. “But you can imagine I said all those things if you want to play pretend.”

See? No one cares about you. How could they? Your life doesn’t matter and the only worthwhile thing you can do is die and no one will even noti--

“You two done?” Mina looked over disinterestedly. “Fucking around?”

“Yeah,” Haruka slumped forward onto the dining room chair, hand still clinging to the bottle, “we’re done.”

“Right.” Mina clapped her hands together. “Haruka, I don’t like you.”

“Who does?” She asked the table.

“But I need you, so, you’re coming to the Crown with me.” Mina walked over to the closet and drew a jacket out of it. “Here. Let’s go.”

Haruka stiffened. “I don’t want to fucking go to the arcade.”

Mina slammed the coat down next to her. “Well, I have to meet Rei and Usagi down there in twenty minutes, and I’m not gonna leave you here to get yourself on the news by dying in a heiress’ apartment, so put your fucking coat on, we’re going.”

“I don’t--”

Mina stepped into her face. ‘You think I fucking want you around, bro? Your radiant, charming fucking personality keeps me warm at night? No! But, I’m a professional, and you’re a soldier, and so we’re going to pull this together. Now pick. Up. That. Coat.”

That was twice today, that someone had told Haruka how little they wanted her around. Maybe she’d go back to her mother’s apartment after this and make it a hat trick.

But she picked up her coat, following orders, and slipped it over her shoulders, delighting in the terrible pain as she worked her hand through the sleeve. Michiru never loved her, and none of the other senshi ever would, but there was hope. She was a soldier, and she was brave, and she was stupid, and sometimes that was all it took to die a hero.

She hoped if she couldn’t be loved, she could at least be that.

#harumichi angstober

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lacrimosa-suit · 5 years

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starter for @incurredwrath

There’s nothing creepier than having a serial killer sneaking into your room. Many tragedies happened that way, whether it’s caused by someone you’re already familiar with or a mere stranger. She must’ve known it so well ‘cause her family-in-law found dead in the house. That was not a thing that the CEO of Hongo Holdings was interested to gather information about her, especially ‘cause he had a source in the police department. Maybe she even didn’t have time to play with him when her personal case was never solved yet. Well, it was upsetting but look at this pretty lonely lady--he touched a frame of her picture on the desk. Just consider it’s a ‘friend’ visit. He didn’t intend to kill her here, he meant it. He wasn’t wearing the raincoat, as if it wasn’t enough proving that he really isn’t physically threatening at this moment. Thus, she can’t attack him by defense claim.

After having some fun minutes to treasure her house as if the owner wasn’t in the place, then he sat on the couch, waiting for her finishing taking a shower.

He greeted seeing her covered in towel. “Welcome home, Yamakazi-san.”

#ic #verse: main #incurredwrath

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yurio-plisetksy · 6 years

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Can I request Sousuke Yamakazi where he falls for his physical therapist? 😊

“Physiotherapy?”

“Yes, to help with your rehabilitation.”

Sousuke watches as his doctor scribbles down something on a small note. it’s unreadable, but apparently must mean something, because he pushes it in his hands as if it’s important. There’s a name on there, he figures out eventually, but before he can ask who it is, his doctor explains him about his current status and how long it would take until his shoulder was completely healed.

The idea of physical continues to haunt him, and he wishes to get better on his own if he could.

He forgets to ask about you, and walks out of the office with only the note in hand. He glances at his shoulder, still wrapped in a supporting brace that helps it move without hurting as much. Eager to get this over with, he immediately calls the clinic to an appointment.

He’s glad to hear the next day there had been a appointment cancelled, and his appointed physical therapist had some room for him in their busy schedule. So that’s why he’s walking into the clinic, a sports bag hung from his left shoulder and his usual training gear already worn. He makes his way towards the receptionist and pulls out the note he managed to decipher.

The guy looks up at him and smiles, asking what he can help him with.

“I have an appointment at 2 with…uh ___ ____?” The receptionist beams at his words, and it makes Sousuke wonder about the sudden beam in his eyes. You seem to be somewhat important if it makes even the receptionist giddy with excitement.

“Ah, yes! It’s the third door on your right, she’s already waiting!”

Sousuke thanks him with a polite nod, before making his way into the hallway, which has several doors on each side. Every single one seems to be painted green, but yours was painted a minty green, which made it stand out from the rest. He knocks on the door, and is immediately met with with a gentle voice, telling him to come in.

As he opens the door, he freezes as he sees you behind your computer.

You’re young. Probably somewhere around his age.

You look up from your screen and offer him a smile that seems more inviting than actually telling him. Entering your office, he places his bag on the ground and proceeds to approach you.

“You must be Yamazaki! I’m ___, nice to meet you.”

“Please call me Sousuke. It’s nice to meet you too.”

You shake his hand, quickly running your eyes over his dark brown hair and teal eyes, also noting his firm handshake. He’s very fit, and you can’t help but point out his impressive physique.

“You seem to be in great shape, Sousuke, but of course there’s a reason why you’re here…” You mention, and he nods, taking a seat in the chair opposite you as you pick his file from a drawer under your desk. You flip through it until you know why he’s here, and you feel slightly bad for the guy.

Meanwhile, Sousuke is still surprised to have you as his physical therapist. There was no way you were older than him, but nonetheless by the files in the drawer, you seem to have much experience. The pen you’re holding taps against the wooden surface of your desk, before you lift it to your lips, and Sousuke watches as they purse in concentration. You hum and close his file, before offering him all your attention once more.

“You’re here because of your shoulder, correct? I see you just received surgery… care to elaborate some more?” You ask him, and can’t help but smile as you catch him staring at your face. There’s a hint of embarrassment as you raise an eyebrow at him, and he clears his throat before leaning back in his chair.

“I was an athlete, a swimmer to be exact.” He explains, and while it doesn’t tell you much more, you can tell Sousuke isn’t someone who talks a whole lot. He doesn’t have a very expressive face either, but for some reason that only makes him more interesting.

“That makes sense. You have the perfect balance between muscle and body fat, which is typical for a swimmer’s body.” You tell him, and raise from your chair. You nod towards your Hilow, and he sits on the edge and watches as you grab your laptop, setting it up beside you as you take your chair up towards him.

“Please take off your jacket and shirt, and let’s see what we’re working with!”

Without hesitation he unzips his jacket and takes off his shirt, revealing the brace he’s wearing. You hum at the sight, and ask permission to take it off.

“You’re the doctor. Please do so.” Is his response, before taking the brace off, and revealing the scar stretched across his shoulder blade. You chuckle in response to his words, and your eyes linger down his frame quickly before averting them onto the still healing scar.

Your hand runs over the slightly swollen skin, and Sousuke visibly shivers under your touch. You apologize for your cold hands, and take your other to inspect his arm as well.

They roll his shoulder, and you question him with each movement if it hurt, how much, and on which point in particular. Sousuke answers each time, and it helps that’s he so straight forward instead of bending his words. If it hurt, he says yes. If it’s uncomfortable he says so. There are no maybe’s in his explanations, and it makes the appointment twice as easy.

At some point, you know enough to tell him about his rehabilitation process, and you invite him for a second appointment. There’s a flicker in his eyes as you mention you becoming his personal therapist, and he smiles as you set up another appointment.

Then he’s on his way again, lifting his bag from the floor and offering a wave in your direction.

“Thanks Doc.” He calls you with a grin, and you chuckle before waving him off, already looking forward to your next appointment with him.

“Ah, you’re back!”

You turn towards the door of your office. A smile appears on your features as Sousuke stands in the doorway.

“Yes, I’m glad I am. Missed me?” You joke as you motion towards the usual chair. There’s a chuckle coming in response, and Sousuke sits down and removes his shirt, knowing he had to anyway.

It was his 9th appointment so far, and there had been a certain bond growing between the two of you. It had turned into a genuine friendship, and the two of you actually enjoyed being in each others company. He was getting better and better, and each time he came to you, there seemed to be a happier Sousuke. Finally he could get the life he was robbed from, and you loved that you could help him reach his goal.

“How was your vacation?” He asks, and you’re already lifting his arm to see how his shoulder is doing. You tell him about your trip, and how you got to see some family as you were back in your hometown. He listens intently, and with genuine interest and you love the way his teal eyes watch your face as you work. They’ve always been very captivating, managing to make your breath hitch each time they met yours.

You want to deny it, but you’ve fallen hard for your client, and there’s an unspoken spark none of you want to point out. But perhaps it was time to confront your feelings and ask him out.

Simultaneously, you turn your heads to one another and speak.

“Can I ask you something?” “There’s something I want to ask you.”

You stare at each other for a few seconds, before bursting out in laughter. Your faces were only inches apart, and you catch yourself stealing glances at his lips, which seem somewhat chapped but not even close to unattractive.

“Spill it.” You tell him, the tone in your voice telling him you were curious. His eyes find yours and he smiles., which almost has you choking on your own spit.

“Lets get some coffee together later. When you’re off work… “

Your heartbeat increases, and you can’t contain the grin that tugs at the corners of your lips. Your hands stop moving, and his arm slowly falls back to his side. The smiles remains on his face as he waits for an answer, and you hate how he doesn’t get embarrassed.

“Y-Yeah, sure. I’m off at 3…”

“Then I’ll wait for you at the reception.” He grins, and you stutter an answer in response, which has him chuckling. You weren’t even aware the hour was over already, and your next client is knocking on your door. Sousuke pulls back, and collects his stuff, turning to you again before his departure and seeing you struggle with putting his files away.

“I’ll see you at 3 then… doc.” He says with a wave, using his signature nickname for you, which has you playfully glare in his direction.

The day goes by more slowly than you’d like, and it seems like an eternity until your last client leaves your office. In record time you manage to clean up, and you jog towards the entrance, where Sousuke is already waiting for you. He’s wearing a sweater that looks too cozy not to steal eventually, and plain black jeans, which perfectly accentuates his muscular legs.

“Ready, pool boy?” You ask, and take his hand. The nickname makes him smile, and he nods. Letting you pull him out of the building and towards the nearest coffee shop, it has him wondering how he got to this point. If it wasn’t for his shoulder getting hurt he would never have met you.

And maybe he didn’t mind physical therapy as much as he thought.

#sousuke yamazaki #sousuke yamazaki x reader #free! dive to the future #free! x reader #free!#imagine #sousuke yamazaki imagine #request 2018 - Sousuke 1

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rscenarios · 7 years

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Yongguk - Differences

A request from @idkijustneedanotheraccount that was sent forever ago for how Yongguk would handle being in a relationship with someone who is different from him? Their personality is goth, shy at first, but very caring. I don’t think I conveyed much difference and this is kind of short, but I hope you guys enjoy! I’m trying to get back into writing on a regular basis but life is still busy. -Admin Em

Warnings: none. Fluff ahead before Yamakazi destroys us all. (Seriously, that teaser is amazing)

Yongguk lies in his bed with a smile as he admires your sleeping face. You seem at peace in your dreams and your usual dark makeup is missing. Although he found you beautiful with or without it, he appreciated the times he was able to see your bare-face. He remembers the first time he saw you at a charity event. Even from across the room you surprised him. Perhaps it was rude to think, but you looked so...different from everyone else at the event.

Sure, he had seen various idols with the gothic style, but he couldn’t recall seeing someone at a charity like this. Still, you had a smile on your face as you seemed to make conversation with the people around you He was captivated until you looked up from what you were doing, Yongguk looked away quickly. He didn’t want to be rude.

His attention returned to the package he was working on for the children’s hospital. If someone spoke to him he would reply, but he committed himself into the work as much as possible. After he had a small stack of boxes he gathered them and took them to the large moving van, adding to the growing stacks. As he turned to step off the truck he felt himself collide into someone.

“I’m so sorry, sorry,” he said, his words coming out rushed as he did his best to grab the person. Only one of the boxes fell.

“Sorry, I took too many,” a voice piped up.

“Let me give you a hand,” Yongguk offered, grabbing the fallen box before taking a few from the person’s stack. When he had enough boxes to see the person’s face he nearly gasped. It was you.

He noted a blush forming as you gave a shy smile. He wondered if it was from running into him or if you had seen him looking at you earlier. “Thank you, I’m _______________,” you introduced yourself.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Yongguk,” he said politely as he added the boxes to the rest.

A silence fell between the two of you as you left the van and went back to your work areas. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, Yongguk liked silence, but he did want to get to know you more. He just wasn’t sure how. Especially if you really had seen him staring. He could apologize if he got close to you again, but that could also be awkward if you hadn’t seen him earlier. This debate went on as he kept working until the event organizer started their closing speech, thanking everyone for their time and how much it would mean to the children and their families.

Yongguk put his final few packages with the rest and then began helping to clean the venue even though there were plenty of staff around to tend to it. As the crowd grew smaller Yongguk caught a glimpse of you again and he found himself smiling that someone else had stayed too. He wanted to speak with you again, but he still wasn’t sure what to say. Nothing seemed right to him.

“Oh it’s you again,” a soft voice broke him out of his thoughts. He found you standing next to him, collecting some of the leftover paper. He can vaguely hear some music playing from the earbud that dangles at your side. “Yongguk, right?”

“Yes, ____________?”

“Right. Nice to see you’re still here.”

“I try to help as much as possible,” Yongguk shrugged..

“Me too. It’s nice that so many people were here today.”

“Yeah. What are you listening to?”

You seemed mildly surprised by the topic change until you look at the earbud that isn’t in your ear. Yongguk hadn’t meant to catch you off guard, but music was something he could talk about with ease. It always fascinated him to see what other people liked. You tell him the name of the song, adding that it’s one of your favorite songs from your favorite artist. “The lyrics just speak to me. I love songs that have meaningful lyrics that I can relate to or be inspired by.”

He gave an understanding nod.

“What do you listen to?” You asked as the two of you finish cleaning up.

“I like to listen to many different styles. I try to have as much inspiration for my own work.”

“Oh, you write songs?!” There’s an excitement in your voice that makes Yongguk’s heart swell with joy. He’s also a bit relieved you didn’t seem to know he was. Right now he was just Yongguk, not Bang Yongguk, leader of B.A.P. It made things feel a little less awkward.

“Well, I’m headed this way,” you gestured in the opposite direction of Yongguk’s bike. “It was nice to talk with you.”

“You too,” Yongguk nodded. As you started to walk away an idea popped into his head, “Would you want a ride?”

“What?”

“To where you need to go. I could give you a lift if you want?” As much as he wanted to be home, he didn’t like that you would be walking alone. It wasn’t safe.

“A lift would be nice,” you mused and follow him to his bike.

Immediately he hands you his helmet. “I usually don’t give rides so you can have the helmet,” he admits.

“What about you?” You didn’t like the idea of him being helmetless.

“I’ll be okay. I drive pretty slow anyway.”

You purse your lips, still unsure about his offer. He didn’t want to admit he felt nervous about it as well, but he wasn’t going to let his fear overtake him when you were having a risk.. “Are you sure?”

Yongguk simply nodded and once you did as well he got on the bike. As you put on the helmet you give him the address and sat behind him as the engine started. Your hold on him wasn’t too tight since he was true to his word and went pretty slow. You would warn him when a turn was coming up, but soon enough you were outside your apartment building.

“Thank you again,” you smiled as you gave back the helmet.

“No problem,” he smiled, strapping the helmet on. He took his time doing so, he could see there was something you weren’t saying.

“Could I get your number?” You said quickly, using all your courage. You eyes went wide, shocked that you had managed to ask. “I mean, so I can take you to dinner to repay you for the ride sometime,” you added.

“You don’t need to do that,” he told you. “But I can give you my number.”

With that you handed over your phone and he put his information in before wishing you a good night.

It wasn’t long after that that you’d reached out to him for the dinner. Yongguk still didn’t like leaving his apartment, so he convinced you to meet at a small restaurant that was just down the block from him. He felt bad asking you to go out of your way, but you agreed. When he arrived he spotted you easily, dressed in a similar fashion to how you’d been at the charity event. Plus the restaurant wasn’t busy which quickly helped his nerves. Conversation was light, the both of you shy about the situation. Still it was nice, and for a while Yongguk forgot all his worries.

The two of you kept in touch after that, getting to know each other more and more. You came out of your shell more and when Yongguk told you of his fame you didn’t change. You were true to yourself and Yongguk found himself falling for you. He had his worries about confessing to you since he still felt like you were from completely different worlds.

While he was more reserved, you were free in most situations. Sometimes you were still shy. You were shy when he managed to tell you how he felt, but admitted to returning his feelings. Being in the relationship didn’t change much except that there was small forms of skinship in public. You would take his hand in yours when you could tell his anxieties were rising. He would place a protective arm around you when you convinced him to be out late at night. Sometimes it seemed that the two of you could silently communicate.

Things weren’t always perfect. Sometimes the odd looks the two of you got in public made things tense and the tension couldn’t always be brushed off. There were times the two of you would have arguments about how he wouldn’t eat or sometimes you seemed to expect too much out of him after his long days. The fights never lasted long, the two of you cared too much about each other for them to be. All you needed was some time apart, but once the time was taken you talked things through.

Last night the two of you had almost had a fight and it made Yongguk especially happy that you had stayed with him. He was glad you didn’t fight, that you had stayed calm even though you were frustrated. He knows he doesn’t always makes things easy. He knows sometimes he puts his career first, but he was working on it. He was being better and you were still here to work with him. The two of you were a team even on the days you seemed to be on opposite sides.

Unable to resist any longer, he places a kiss on your forehead. “Wake up beautiful,” he whispers.

You give a sleepy hum and nuzzle into his chest but say nothing.

“Do you want breakfast?”

“Not yet. Let’s just say in bed. It’s nice here.”

“Now you sound like me,” he laughs.

“Your influence has rubbed off.”

“Yours too,” he reminds you.

“I know, you asked about breakfast,” you tease as you look up at him, a smile on your half-asleep face.

“Oh shush,” he laughs again before leaning down to kiss you.

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