#every single star in the world is out there trying to get attention and money

[thesmokinpossum]

I'm so amazed and happy to see Pamela Anderson going out to public events with little to no makeup AND talking about why she stopped getting botox and plastic surgeries and the bad side effects those gave her throught the years, I think it's very brave and also quite impactful to hear it from someone with intimate knowledge of it

[hunnylagoon]

Take Me to War

PT1 Friendly Fire

Streamer! Ellie Williams x reader

A writer, I think is someone who pays attention to the world. We are observers, it is in our nature to be off-putting and turn shallow things deep.

Premise: Your neighbour is becoming increasingly loud and you decide to do something about it.

PT 2 Here!

Two things I hate the most?

My neighbour and New York City.

They shared something in common, they never rest. I liked my quiet life in my small town until I was convinced that all of the greatest writers lived in the city, what a joke. I sold my virtue to move to New York and now my body burned with the shame of not belonging.

I worked as a journalist and in advertisement but it didn't fill the gaping mass that consumed me, I felt like a sellout so I quit to do freelance, and now I feel like even more of a sellout. Freelance is making me think that I hate ghostwriting more than I hate my neighbour and New York City.

It's like you do all of the work and get zero reward but I'm desperate to pay the bills and all that stuff I've been telling myself all my life 'I may never be a rich man but the rich man will never have me' well, the rich man most certainly had me. I was paid an almost criminal amount of money to pour my soul into art just for it to get stamped beneath a new name and make a gross income six times the size of what I sold it for.

I look for happiness everywhere but I do not find it. I search for it in things everyone seems to pry joy from; I go clubbing, walk in Central Park, and date around, but happiness doesn't seem to exist there for me.

I plead for it in my morning cups of tea with a spoonful of honey, the sunshine glittering in a puddle after a rainstorm, for a brief moment, it flickers in the light of my cinnamon-scented candle. The truth is I am almost comforted by my sadness and it is in my lowest moments that my creations are the most beautiful, it is like I am dead and I despise those who aren't for I enjoy the company of my silence more than anyone I have ever met.

It was my dream for my name to be above 'New York Times Best Selling Author' but instead, it is just my work beneath it and maybe that's why I'm so bitter.

Right now as I am trying to salvage the bits and pieces I was given by a washed-up pop star for her memoir my neighbour is screaming and laughing incoherently in their apartment, it makes me miss living in an actual house.

The noise usually started up when I would finish up my writing and get ready for bed, then it would go all the way through the night. The dumb fucker probably threw parties every single night; my roommate never faced an issue with this as she worked at a club and was usually working when the deafening noises would begin.

I on the other hand who lived in that apartment and worked from that apartment was always cursed to listen to the random thumps and spats of laughter that sounded all through the night. At least once a night when I'm sound asleep, I hear a bang against the wall and each time without fail, I'm brought awake with my heart thumping.

Trust me, I have retaliated.

On occasion when I'm sleep-deprived and at my absolute limit I'll bang on the walls, that only stops the noise for a minute. I've even complained to my landlord and that one week was heaven until it eased back to the clamour that I've almost grown used to.

Almost.

I still hate it.

I'm broken from my thoughts when my phone rings, it vibrates till it's almost at the edge of my desk and I feel for it; don't worry buddy, I wanna jump too. I read the caller ID and I almost wanted to gag, it was a woman from the publishing company who reached out to me and asked me to write Nicole Elliot's novel. Despite wanting to throw my phone against the wall to stop Noemi's constant checkups and get back at my neighbour while I'm at it, I answer the phone "Hey, Noemi!" I glance out the window where the winter sun has long set, leaving nothing but billboards, street lamps and neon signs to light up the New York night. Under the unforgiving lights I can barely make out the gentle snowfall.

"Hey," She draws it out and I can hear in her voice that she is smiling "I know it's a little late, just checking in, how is the draft coming along?" A loud thump sounds against my wall along with intolerant cackling "What's that?"

"Just some street noise," I dismiss "Anyways, the draft is coming along great, I'm a couple thousand words away from finishing it. I will of course send it to you and I would really love it if you could reach out to Nicole and ask for her opinion on it before I carry on with the final copy," I give a middle finger to my wall, even if my neighbour can't see me, it makes me feel a little bit more formidable "I did follow her outline, which was difficult but I think I salvaged it pretty well."

This time there is a yelp from my neighbour and what sounds like someone slamming their hands down onto a table, Noemi thankfully ignores it "You haven't been in touch with Nicole?"

My eyebrows furrow "She hasn't responded to any of my emails and she's been turning down all of our scheduled Zoom calls, so no, I have not been in touch with her."

"Weird," Noemi comments and there is a brief break of silence between us "She's been M.I.A on our end too," I could hear her scribble something down. "So can you get the draft to me by Friday?"

Two days? If I lock myself inside and don't see the sun then I totally can "Absolutely!" I do work better under a deadline.

"Great," She sounds almost relieved "We will hunt down Nicole, it would be nice to get her greenlight with this but whether or not she approves it, she has already signed off and it will be going to print."

"Okay," I fight the urge to respond with 'sick' or 'aight' because I'm an adult now and someone who is masquerading as a professional.

"Sorry, what was that you mentioned about an outline?" Noemi asks, she sounds more confused with each word "I wasn't aware Nicole made any-

She is swiftly cut off by a crash from the other side of my wall, when I say crash I mean it. It sounded like someone just bodied their car into drywall. My eyes went wide as I saw a crack splitting up my once pristine white wall. I hold my phone against my collarbone as I get up and pound my fist against the wall, giving it a kick for extra measure.

"Is everything alright?"

"Certainly," The nice thing about phone calls is that the person on the other end can't see your awkward habits or subtle outbursts (Or neighbours breaking through your shared wall). After I hit the wall, everything went silent for just a second before laughter sounded heavily from multiple people. "Noemi, thank you for sourcing me out to write this, I am really grateful for this opportunity I will send you that draft on Friday." I try to wrap up the call but she speaks up.

"Well, I've read your work and I was very impressed, I trust you will do well with this. Sorry to have called you so late-

"Thanks, have a nice night now!" I'm talking faster than I can even think, the only thing in my head is the fact that my neighbour is slowly deteriorating my wall.

"Wait-

Before Noemi can finish her sentence, I've hung up the phone. I'm leaning back in my cushy office chair, hands gripping my hair as I stare down the newly formed crack in the wall. I don't entirely like to be confrontational, even in school I hated drama, but I was beginning to think it was necessary.

I saved the progress I had made on the memoir and pushed myself up from my desk. I was clad in nothing more than a t-shirt and some plaid pants, it was my writing attire and in the moment I didn't care much to make a good first impression. It was fucking freezing the second I got up from my desk.

The moulding on my bedroom window was broken which allowed the frigid New York air to slip into my room and make me shiver with each breath. At my desk, I would usually have a throw blanket to shroud my freezing body but the moment I discarded it, I felt regret. I almost wanted to wrap myself in it to confront my neighbour but the pyjamas alone didn't help me look tough.

I did however shove my feet into some cow slippers and march right up to their apartment.

Apartment 2D stood in front of me, the pastel blue door making me angrier with every second that I looked at it. I rapped my knuckles on the wood and crossed my arms to stop me from shuddering.

My nerves built up as I slowly heard a door within the apartment shut followed by footsteps leading to the door. I would just ask them politely to quiet down and calmly work on a way to fix the shared wall that they are slowly ruining.

The door opens and staring me down is a woman. I had expected it to be a man to be truthful. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, the colour teetered on the verge of auburn and brown. The woman is clad in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, it's almost parallel to my outfit.

"You need to be quiet," I say the first words that come to mind "And stop assaulting my fucking wall."

She sucks a sharp breath through her teeth "Are you apartment 3D?" She asks to which I nod "I knew you would be stopping by soon." She has this sheepish and almost sardonic smile on her face and despite the amusement she's portraying I can see sadness brewing in her green eyes like a storm.

"I don't know what you're doing in there where you are up all night, I don't even have a clue how you sleep and work with all this time to spare to be a nuisance." I say and then swiftly feel the urge to backtrack "I'm sorry, that was a little rude, but mate, I can't sleep or work when you're being loud doing whatever you do."

"Fuck," She mutters looking back into her apartment and then at me "I'm sorry, I'll keep it down."

"What about the wall?"

Her eyes look me up and down, settling on my cow slippers "I'll find someone to fix the wall."

I press my lips tight together, looking dead into her eyes, scraping my brain for something else to say. It was almost like I wanted to fight. I had expected this to be a full-out conversation that ended in yelling but god she was pretty and she was telling me just what I wanted. "Okay."

"Okay?"

I regard her once more with what I assume is a cold glare before ushering back into my apartment and slamming the door behind me, the whole time, my neighbour watches me from her doorway.

That was the first night of uninterrupted sleep I'd had in a month.

-

I woke up earlier than I would've liked when my roommate Margot came home from work at 4:56 on the dot. She made sure to slam every single door and cupboard before throwing herself onto her bed in all of her makeup and musty clothes that had to endure whatever happens at a nightclub between the hours of 8 pm and 4 am, which I can't imagine is very clean.

Still, even though I was a little ahead of schedule I fell into my morning routine. It started with ignoring my phone, this was followed by a mug of Bengal spice tea with a teaspoon of honey and a splash of cream.

Sometimes I would curl up on the couch, though it snowed last night and I loved fresh snow. Freshly fallen snow absorbed sound, it was like soundproofing for the earth. There wasn't anything like the rare peace you could find in New York. I figured I would have my morning tea on the fire escape.

My peaceful image was destroyed the second I pried my window open and crawled through I was hit with the intense smell of pot. "Shit," I mutter, instinctively wafting the scent away from my nose.

"Sorry, man," I see my neighbour leaning against the railing of the fire escape, nursing a joint. It hadn't crossed my mind that I shared a level of the fire escape with her, I had never seen her out here but now the smell of weed that drifted through the damaged moulding on my window made sense, I had always assumed it to be Margot.

"Joint for breakfast?" I ask, half-joking. A dusting of powdery snow adorns each step and railing, creating a delicate layer of white that contrasts with the industrial gray of the metal though it looks like my neighbour has pushed all of the snow off the platform.

"Nah, for dinner I guess, it helps me sleep," She's in the same outfit from last night, except her hair is now loose around her face and she threw a hoodie over her tanktop.

I furrow my eyebrows "You've been up all night?" The slight tension from the previous night has dissolved completely.

"Yeah," She says it like it was a stupid question and it partially was but I hadn't stayed up that late since New Year only because I was the designated driver and was in charge of getting everyone home safe. "I don't sleep much, that's probably why I keep you up all night."

I mean, I'd let her keep me up in other ways "Honestly, I've gotten used to it, it's almost like white noise." I try to sympathize even if it isn’t necessarily true.

"Next time I'm loud, you have every right to bang on my door and chew me out." She takes a drag from her joint and I watch as the smoke escapes her lips, her cheeks tinted pink from the cold.

"Good to know," I glance behind her at the open window and all I see are purple LED lights cutting through the darkness of her apartment. "Now I know that we share a fire escape I'll just crawl through your window and yell at you that way," I joke, taking a sip from my snoopy mug.

This makes her laugh in the slightest, she crushes what remains of her joint on the cold railing and tosses the bud into the pot of a dead plant that's covered in snow and has lived on this fire escape long before I moved in; one time I just about removed it but I felt bad, it's like I was evicting it from its rightful home "Feel free."

"Am I allowed to ask why you're up all night breaking the sound barriers?" I ask, pulling my fuzzy robe tighter around my body to fight the bitter air. "Are you the leader of a cult? Would it be better for the world in the long run if I push you right now?"

The corners of her lips curl up into a smile once again "You've figured me out, just know I've got some big plans with Koolaid," She plays into my teasing.

"It was flavour-aid, actually." I don't know why I said that.

"What the fuck is flavour-aid?"

"Koolaid basically," Silence stretches between us "So what do you actually do all night?"

"It's a bit complicated," She says, of course, it was complicated. "I work from home," She couldn't do something normal, she probably did voice acting or ran a podcast or some weird shit like that.

"Sick," Don't worry, I made myself cringe when I said that too "I work from home too."

"Yeah, you said something about work last night, are you in marketing?"

I shake my head "I'm a writer," every time I tell someone that, I feel a twinge of embarrassment. I know it wasn't a noble career like my parents had hounded me over, but it felt noble to me. I had two absent parents and was raised by a pack of wolves, I would devour as much food as fast as I could because I didn't know when I would be eating next. I was far too emotional to be around all of the narcissists who preferred their own faces to my company, the only friend I had was the written word.

Since then I have been serving my soul up to strangers through word documents.

The thought makes me homesick for the arms that did not hold me and I truly expect my neighbour to make a mockery of me, the way others have. The way they've told me 'It's a tough industry but hang in there!' and pat me on the back like I'm a hopeful child clinging to her mother's skirts.

"That's really cool," She smiles while she gazes out to the skyline, I can see her perfect side profile and ski-slope nose "I wanted to be a writer, I thought myself to be a poet, and then I thought myself to be a scientist and wanted to be an astronaut. Now, I'm here."

"Where's here exactly?"

"Working things out, figure it out as I go," She shrugs like she is unsure of her answer.

I think it's beautiful how everything around me has been touched by human hands and carries so much history. For a quick moment, my mind wonders to those who built this building, the calloused hands that crafted the iron railing and now my neighbour who was leaning against it. "What's the end goal with this whole freefall thing?"

"To make it out alive."

"And your name?"

"It's Ellie."

-

That night Ellie stuck to being quiet as she promised. The next night was a different story. I was so close to finishing the draft of Nicole Elliot's memoir and was praying that the deadline would pass with no issue.

However, the noise began again. I was coming around to like Ellie and I didn't want to go yell at her again so I shoved my headphones in and turned up my playlist as loud as I could. There is no song I can blast in my headphones to drown it out.

She did say that the next time I was loud I could come and chew her out, I wouldn't do that; I would just knock on her door and quickly tell her that she was being too loud, and then we would both carry on with our respective work.

I stopped in front of the smooth door and raised my hand to knock. Ellie slips the door open just a crack, when she sees that it's me she opens the door. "Hey, Ellie."

"Hello," She smiles "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She had a very nice smile.

We both know the circumstances of my visit but I spell it out anyway "Dude, you're way too loud, it's disruptive and I'm working under a deadline."

"I know, I'm sorry." She looks genuinely apologetic.

"I don't know any office job that needs you to scream for hours on end," Alright, that blows what could've been a simple visit where she apologizes and I leave, I always had to add on.

"Right, sorry," She carries herself with so much confidence that it is like she is wearing armour made of gold though she has these subtle awkward tendencies of someone who has never been loved and was forced to improvise. "It's hard to explain,"

"Yeah, you've said-

"Do you wanna come and see?"

I'm taken a little aback and for a minute I think this is all a ploy for Ellie to lock me in her her apartment and kill me because she is sick of her neighbour banging on her door "What?"

"Well, you've asked a couple of times and if you have a minute I can show you."

I pause, mauling over her proposal. I think of my laptop on my spruce desk, open to the final pages of the memoir and I make up my mind "Alright, just not too long."

"If you say so," Ellie opens the door wider for me to move past her and then shuts it behind us.

Ellie's apartment is what I had expected from her even though it is surprisingly nice. She has a large L-shaped sofa in the living room adorned with throw blankets and pillows and a huge flatscreen with a coffee table in front of it. The layout is exactly like mine but inverted, her open kitchen has some odd knick-knacks that looked like they belonged on an Amazon must-haves list.

I don't go into her bathroom and the door leading to one of the rooms (What is equivalent to Margot's bedroom) is shut. The apartment itself is pretty sparse aside from little bits and pieces as she only moved in a month prior.

On the left side, I see that purple LED spilling out of what I assume to be her bedroom.

She walks in ahead of me and the second I follow in after her there is one question I have to ask "Ellie, are you a porn-star?" There are entirely too many computers in here. Her desk is set up with one of those fancy triple-screen PCs and she has a laptop placed seemingly randomly on a white loveseat that's pressed against the right wall.

There is one of those galaxy lamps that projects that trippy shit onto your walls and ceiling. The screen of her PC is facing our shared wall and I can see a huge hole where I assume that a loud crash from the other night occurred. Plastered all over the walls are posters from video games and movies, many of which I hadn't seen.

"What?" She sounds nearly offended "No," she grabs a folding chair from the corner of the room and unfolds it beside her black florid office chair. She sits on the folding chair and motions for me to sit in the office chair. "Come, sit."

I hesitantly sit in the chair "Are you going to attack me now?" I ask, getting defensive for no particular reason other than it was in my nature "Because I've read The Outsiders and I'm pretty sure I can fight."

She chuckles "I'm not gonna fight you."

"Because I'd win?"

She furrows her eyebrows but has this look of amusement on her face "Yeah, definitely."

"So what is this?" I motion around at all of her equipment.

Ellie puts one earbud in then hand me the other "Chat," She says, looking dead at the camera clipped onto her PC "This is my neighbour who came to yell at me for being annoying, she has every right."

"Who are you talking to?"

"I'm streaming," She said, clicking something on the screen so it changed, instead showing Ellie and I in front of the camera, I looked absolutely lost next to a rolling chat bar full of jokes that I didn't understand and people saying hello to me.

"So I was right," I turn my attention to Ellie "You are an internet person."

"Yeah, I'm an internet person but you weren't right, I don't do porn."

"Not yet," I shrug "Times are desperate," To this, the chats come in even faster than before. "So do you just sit here all night and scream at people?"

"I play video games and do challenges, sometimes I do just sit here and scream at them."

"That makes so much sense," I say "If there's any job that needs you to be obnoxiously loud and annoying, it's a youtube personality."

"Okay, well-

"So you're like Logan Paul?"

Her eyes go wide "No-

"What explains why your eyes are so bloodshot."

"You are a writer," She says it like it's a fact I wasn't aware of "You are in no place to judge, you probably spend as much time in front of a screen as me."

I nod "I hate to say you're right," My attention shifts to the hole behind me "Can you explain how playing video games put a hole through the wall?"

Ellie looks almost embarrassed, she doesn't say anything in response, instead, she just clicks something to screen share with us in a little box in the corner and then goes into YouTube. She types in 'Ellie Williams falls through wall' My eyebrows furrow as I read it, and she clicks the first video that pops up.

The video starts off strong; Ellie is cackling at something that her friend off-camera is saying, her friend then makes a comment that makes her laugh even harder and she throws herself back in her chair. This act breaks it, you can hear the chair snap beneath the pressure and Ellie just lets it happen as the chair crashes against the wall. Her eyes go wide when she realizes she's just put a massive hole into the wall and seconds later you can hear me on the other side banging my hands on the wall. Her eyes go wide and she stares at her friend off-camera, all of the laughter stops abruptly before her friend can't hold it in anymore and erupts in chortles, and the video cuts off.

My hand flies over my mouth to fight back the laughter I so badly want to let out. Ellie and I sit wordlessly, the only sound being donations on the screen and my giggles slipping through. Eventually, I manage to compose myself and look to Ellie, I don't have much to say except for "Oh my god."

A/N: Streamer! Ellie won the poll so here we are. As I was drafting out the other chapters for When I Was Your Girl, I decided that it is most likely to be discontinued unless I do a rewrite which will not be in the near future. I’m not rocking with the plot and there was a lot of mixed feedback, sorry if you were invested I guess, but you have this series to be invested in now!

[derangedanomaly]

hello !! If you don't mind could you do a Bad Sanses + Star Sanses x Fem!Model!Reader who cause a pure chaos in her AU caused the end of her world just because she were bored , like , mass murder , brainwashing , abuse , torture , manipulation , world war and a lot of bad thing in this type , if you don't mind of course !

Hello! I do not mind in the slightest! Enjoy! :D

MASTERLIST

BAD SANSES AND STAR SANSES X CHAOTIC MODEL READER

NIGHTMARE:

You sealed your fate, the moment you decided to act the way you do. He could sense your negativity a mile away.

You're forced against your own will to work for him. (Much like all the others)

You two don't really have much "bonding" time, so the start of your relationship is kinda rocky.

You're actually proving to be very useful for him and the team, so he'll promote you.

Congratulations! You're now working alongside him! How lucky.

(He definitely didn't paired the two of you on purpose. Noo, that's ridiculous!)

He probably won't care that you're a model, at first. After he'll get to know you better though- oh he'll buy every magazine you're on, every single thing that has your face on it, he'll own it.

He's actually proud of you. And he'll even say it out loud! (NOW YOU KNOW THIS MF IS IN LOVE, HE NEVER ADMITS TO BE ACTUALLY PROUD OF SOMEONE)

Will give you anything you ask for. In need of money? Sure. You want to buy this? He's got it covered babe.

KILLER:

Killer knew you way before he even met you. He's a fan lmao.

He seriously owns EVERY magazine you're in, and listened to every podcast you did. He's obsessed.

It's his guilty pleasure to stalk you online-

Imagine his surprise when he met you while he was on his mission. He was supposed to destroy an AU, along with Horror and Dust helping him, but after he saw you?? His idol? His favorite model?? THE ONE HE YEARNED SO MUCH FOR-

He got completely distracted, not fulfilling the mission, and instead asking you for an autograph.

He's so shocked when he sees you doing all that chaotic shit. You killed people? Brainwashed them? Manipulated them? DESTROYED A WHOLE UNIVERSE?! Wait...YOU DID THAT JUST BECAUSE YOI WERE BORED?!? You just became even more cooler.

Killer fell more obsessed in love with you.

DUST:

Lmao, he hates you. And not because you're a model, but because you're so chaotic.

Seriously, one Nightmare is enough 🙄

He's one of the "quiet but could kill you if wanted" types. So he'll just silently give you a side eye, all while glaring at you, when you're yapping next to him.

You try to get closer to him, and he's all like "Take one more step closer, I dare you"

And then you still get closer to him... And then he finds himself slowly falling into the deep pit you call love.

Even if your relationship had a rocky start, Dust will warm up to you after getting closer to you.

Now, he actually finds himself wanting your closure.

Will still shake his head whenever you do something chaotic, but if you payed closer attention, you could see a blush and a smile covering his hidden face.

HORROR:

Horror doesn't really understand the whole concept of modelling, but he'll like it, because you look so pretty while doing it! ^^

Likes your chaotic side. He watches you with a wide smile whenever you're doing something chaotic.

He's often encouraging you to even do them!

Will support anything you do, much like Nightmare, he'll give you anything you ask for.

Except he doesn't have near as much money as Nightmare, so he'll be a little limited.

But if you want something really bad, he'll save up some money for you to buy the thing you want, or if it's an item, he'll try to handmade it.

HC that Horror likes to do wood carving :)

Please tell him about your chaotic adventures, he'll thrive in them!

DREAM

You're a menace to society, and he's determined to change you.

He'll try to change the way you do certain things, or the way you think. Basically just nullify your chaotic side.

You're probably not listening to his scolding or tips most of the time though. 🤷‍♀️

Oh god...if you ever tell this man just WHAT you did... He'll destroy you right there.(In what way though ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

He sees you as a potential threat. Seeing as you destroyed a universe, and just because you were bored too!

As for your modelling career, Dream won't pay attention to what you do, his whole attention is on how chaotic you are.

INK:

The gossip king right here folks.

He also, much like Killer, already knows about your modelling career.

Why? He lives off of the drama. (There's quite a lot involving you, because you're so chaotic 💀)

He'll also ask for your autograph the moment he sees you.

He'll always laugh out of glee whenever you tell him about something chaotic you did.

There's no way to really "shock" him, unless you tell him that you know the purpose of his vials... No one was supposed to know what use the vials have for him, and you actually knowing?? He's feral.. and I don't mean it in a good way...

Other than his vials, there is really NO way of ticking him off. He's just unbreakable. 🤷‍♀️ (Probably cause he doesn't have real emotions-)

SWAP:

HE WANTS TO BE YOUR BODYGUARD!! (Say yes, or you'll never get rid of him..)

He likes to assist you in every way, anything you need, and he's up and ready to get it to you.

Swap sees the good in everyone, so when you tell him how chaotic you are, he won't give up on you! He's not like Dream, who'll want to change you, instead.. he'll want to understand why you're acting the way you do, and try to connect with you through that.

You and Swap probably get along really well, he really knows how to befriend people- I guess that's why he's called THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!

He'll be happy to protect you from any creeps that make you too uncomfortable, in fact- he'll probably protect you even before you could tell him.

Swap isn't one to brag, but he'll be happy to show off how strong he is. Carrying you around, holding your heavy bags, anything that requires extra strength- he's there. :)

[mischiefmaker615]

Purrfect

Rating: PG-14

Summary: There was something very strange and familiar with the cat you decided to take in..

Requested by: @Laer111ee

‘’I swear- every time I’m here, that cat is always starring at you..its kinda creepy’’

Your best friend turns your attention over to the couch where the black cat perched in an almost to-proper position with its striking and.. intense green eyes looking into your soul. Its tail flicked ever so slightly and even with the door open to your apartment where you both stood, he didn’t make a single move to dash out. Looking back at your friend, you merely shook your head with a light laugh and a wave of the hand.

‘’you mean every time as in aka, a week? He probably needs more time to adjust or something, he might be to scared to move much.’’

‘’well in any case, perhaps he would be a good source of comfort since ..what happened today..’’ her light demeanor changed back to concern as she grasped your hand. ‘’are you sure you don’t want me spending the night?.. I hate leaving you feeling like this.’’

You shook your head with your face doing a good job at hiding your held-back emotional state. ‘’I’ll be fine, really. My boss is just being an asshole, nothing new.’’

‘’yeah but.. he can’t possibly think you can do all that stuff by yourself.. not without going crazy with stress and-‘’

‘’I can handle it, promise’’ you reassured her, masking your irritation of the topic as she sighed and nodded, taking a step back with a small wave.

‘’okay.. I’ll see you next week then Y/N, take care of yourself..’’ she smiled before you finally closed the door.

Taking a deep breath, you rested your forehead on the door with your eyes closed, trying to keep your mind from going there; but it did. The tears began to fall as you thought of the turn of events that unfolded in such a short amount of time, you never really got a chance to process it until now. Avoiding the situation entirely was easy.. but not when your alone with your mind.

Your boss lost a lot of employees already from various reasons, so not only do you have to cover all of their shifts and work, but he decides to degrade you for not getting things done fast enough or well enough.. quit? With what other job? bills are a thing in this world and this world is an expensive place. You could handle the work if you really push yourself.. hard.. but the way he humiliated and treated you was your tipping point. It was good money though.. but at what cost now.. your mental state.

You punched at the door, pretending it was him before turning your back on it and heading to your room. Not even bothering to plop on the bed, you sat on the ground against it with your knees to your chest, burying your face as you cried.

‘’why do you cry love?”

The low, silky voice came out of no where, causing you to look up to find its source and got pierced with a familiar gaze. A man with pale skin, raven black hair and an attire containing a mix of green, black and gold gazed upon you with a concerned look on his face. His striking blue eyes dared you to lie at him and something from the stare alone seemed.. recognizable somehow.

How the hell did he get in, you didn’t know. Who the hell he was, you couldn’t tell yourself either- no matter how familiar he seemed to be. Most of these questions didn’t bother to leave your lips as they parted with silence. For some reason, you felt no danger from the strange man before you- perhaps you were trying to process his question rather than wonder why he didn’t threaten you for money or whatever.

‘’why do i.. what?’’ you stutter out, already feeling like an idiot as your fingers gripped the carpet beside you, trying to shy away from him.

‘’you weep with deep emotion darling and you seem to be in fine health so my only conclusion would be that someone out there had to have hurt you. At least, from what I pieced together from what your friend was saying.’’ He explained, his voice gentle as his eyes never left yours as he remained in his crouched position before you.

��’my.. friend?- how could you possibly know- why do you even-‘’

‘’care?’’ he finished your sentence with a smirk and sighed as he seemed to study your features, his eyes slipping down below your neck once or twice before flicking up to your orbs again. ‘’because in my low moment about a week ago up to now, you’ve shown me kindness. Its only right if I show you the same.’’

You blinked at him as you tried to understand what he was saying. You.. helped him for a week? He over heard your friend.. that gaze looked to damn familiar- no.. he couldn’t possibly.. but his smirk seemed to show that he understood what you were thinking. ‘’your-‘’

‘’I believe you’ve called me by the name of ‘cat’, but if you wish a proper name, Loki will do just fine.’’

‘’Loki..’’ you breathed as you slowly raised a hand and wiped your cheeks, almost embarrassed at how you presented yourself while your mind tried to process that he was the very creature that you had been caring for for about a week. At least you had that much time to process since it was clear that this.. rather attractive man was not here to harm you- he probably already would have if that was his intention. ‘’being shown kindness honestly won’t help right now unless you plan on killing my boss.’’ You say with mild sarcasm but your body tensed when Loki nodded.

‘’that shouldn’t be a problem-‘’

‘’no!- I mean.. that won’t be necessary.. even if that bastard deserves a little pain..’’ you sigh and look away from him.

‘’what may I be able to do then love?’’ he said gently, a hand slowly moving to your chin to turn your face to look at him again, movements slow as to not spook you.

Gods his eyes were gorgeous.. ‘’nothing unless you know of a way to help me forget..’’ you sigh, your eyes threaten to tear up over the sensitive topic you tried so hard to ignore before your body froze.

His lips were soft as they suddenly and very gently pressed against yours. His hand remained on your chin while the other supported himself as he leaned forward against your knees that prevented him from getting closer, so he worked with what he could get at. The sudden action made your mind blank, focusing on only feeling as your eyes slowly closed and told yourself this had to be a dream. An emotional overload that left you exhausted and dreaming realistic scenes that couldn’t take place in real life.. which is why you kissed back. Hell, if this was a dream, then why not enjoy it. because.. come on, your cat becoming a person.. there was no way in hell..

You feel Loki’s slender hands rest against your knees as he used gentle pressure to begin spreading them, his thumbs rubbing pointless circles as he deepened the kiss by being able to lean forward more before he pulled away briefly with his forehead pressed against yours.

‘’I might not be able to help you forget entirely, but allow me to help you forget for at least a blissful moment..’’ he breathed, his eyes studying yours with a hushed tone before his lips took yours in a more passionate kiss. He kissed you, ready to stop if you wanted him to but you made no moves to stop him.

He was right, and it was working. Your arms wrapped around his neck while your legs parted for him to move closer, his arm snaking around your waist while his other ran down your side and down the side of your thigh to pull your leg against his waist. His tongue ran across your bottom lip and you were happy to oblige before he soon had his tongue massaging yours.

Moaning against his mouth, you felt your body relax against his while your hands ran down his chest, fingers studying and trying to figure out how to find an opening to his labyrinth of an outfit before you felt him smile against your lips. You resisted the urge to whine but pulled away enough to give him pleading eyes.

‘’alright darling, only because you asked so nicely..’’ he teased with his voice almost above a whisper before a bright green seemed to sparkle over the both of you. You almost felt a tickle before you looked down at the both of you once the light was gone, to find you both in your under garments and Loki’s eyes already drinking in your beautiful body with hunger.

Your eyes flicked up to his with slight nervousness but enough confidence to want this while your arms wrapped around his neck ‘’help me forget..’’ you whispered and his arms lifted you up onto the bed.

‘’as you wish darling..’’

~

Your eyes snapped open to sudden alertness, your body even flinching as if someone shook you awake.. but no one was there. You could tell you were on your stomach, in bed, with the morning sun peaking through your blinds and into your eyes. The bright light made you turn your body away only to freeze when your whole body told you you were sore.

‘holy hell what a dream..’ you thought as you winced a little and switched to laying on your back. Perhaps you were just sore from all the work you had to do- no thanks to your boss.. but at the same time, you felt well rested. Definitely not a result that would stem from your boss.

You brushed your hair more out of your face and sighed. You have never had an amazing dream like that before, it being over only made you disappointed to have to get up. If it were possible to go back to sleep and back to that dream, you’d stay in bed all day. Wait-

Your hands clutched the sheet around you out of instinct, finding yourself naked. You never slept like that.. Trying to piece things properly together and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you turned to make a move out of bed only to squeak out of surprise when you saw the cat you rescued stayed perched on your nightstand, watching you.

‘’..hello cat..’’ you said hesitantly, keeping the sheet closer to you as you stayed put before your brow raised. Didn’t that cat have green eyes before? ..not blue..

Leaning forward, you examined the cat closer that watched you with a calm manor and didn’t move an inch as you gently ran a hand against its head. ‘’..Loki?’’ you whispered, almost feeling silly to try to ask its name but it was worth a try right? What made your hand draw back with widened eyes was when it’s eyes suddenly changed color to the familiar green..

And licked its lips.

[agent-calivide]

IEYTD OC's

Figured it was high time for me to actually share some of my IEYTD Oc's that I love to pieces and.... never talk about really-

These are all pure headcanon/silly things from my/my friends' brains, so pardon anything that seems a bit out there or just. Isn't how something works-

Agent Feline

Agent Feline is a fresh agent on the field, a rookie with this whole EOD and TK thing, but she's doing her best at getting a hang of things on the fly.

Agent Feline, civilian identity Katrina Praestar, joined the EOD to make a difference, but not for the world. A difference between herself and her fraternal twin, Vivian.

Growing up, Vivian was the golden child, a child actor who flew out to Hollywood with their mother to star in movies and get enough money that their parents could retire before the girls even got out of highschool, but that made life a bit of a challenge for Kat. Not being able to go through a single conversation without "Praestar? Like the actress?" and getting hounded about her sister wasn't a pleasant life, leaving Feline in the shadow of someone who lived several states away.

It was frustrating, especially when it lead to her father growing paranoid something would happen to her for being related to her sister. He enrolled her in self defense classes and helicoptered over her constantly, and between that and attention that she only got when compared to her "much more successful" sister, Kat wanted nothing more than to sink into the shadows and stop getting all the unwanted attention that came with her sister's fame.

So, the prospect of a job where everyone uses pseudonyms and disclosing your real identity was strictly forbidden for safety felt like a dream come true, and it only got better when she discovered that her whole job was to be unseen.

In a terrible, wonderful way, it was everything Katrina wanted.

While she struggled through the EOD training, a lot of struggle with getting in arguments with her trainer and multiple attempts from others to transfer her to more seduction based courses when she wanted to do stealth work, eventually she got to the rank of Secret Agent and she finally felt like her life was hers to live, even if it entailed a lot of dodging death. Having gotten her first chance to truly live for herself recently, she isn't sure who she is as a person, and is currently trying to figure out what she wants as someone who's never had full autonomy over her identity before.

While she does prefer to stick to the shadows, she isn't afraid to get in someone's face and pick a fight if she feels they're doing something wrong, especially if it's just being a dick.

Such spunk is what made her initially loathe her office neighbor, Agent Fox. A smarmy know-it-all who was convinced she wouldn't last a week with her "loud mouth" and "lack of tact." But where many would be discouraged, Feline got spiteful, throwing herself aggressively into her work and getting fast, clean results in record times.

After sufficiently proving herself with results, she took every chance she could to rub it in the bastard's face. The two couldn't stand each other and took every chance they could to get on each other's nerves, from "this could be a bomb and you'd be dead" letters hidden around each other's offices to passive aggressive gift baskets that were full of "advice" on how to survive that was mostly just passive aggressive "in case you didn't know, poison is bad" comments, they got along like oil and water.

A problem the EOD caught onto fast, and one they tried to rectify by forcing the pair to be partners. Either they'd get over it, or they'd die, either way the problem would be resolved. But, working on the field together showed them both unexpected things.

They were very similar, both people with soft hearts hidden behind walls of insults and sarcasm, and, while it wasn't instantaneous, over time they grew to come to an understanding. Currently their arguments entail a lot of banter that borders on flirting, but both are unsure if the other is actually flirting. More so, they're not even sure if they like each other like that even if the other does. They're down bad. And denser than rocks.

Agent Fox

Agent Fox was part of an... experimental EOD program. Zoraxis is known for destroying families by killing agents, but sometimes children are left with no family and no one to turn to as both parents died in the field and they have no extended family to speak of.

While the EOD usually just lets the kids to go into the foster system or witness protection now, there was a window of time that concerns about Zor harming the children of deceased agents or inducting them into Zoraxis, so they did what they felt was a... rational response. They took the children in and tried to raise them to be able to defend themselves. Private tutoring, training on self defense, and even some training on bomb defusal and reconnaissance in the name of enrichment! How fun!

Fox was one of the kids brought into this program, raised in the EOD to be an excellent agent from the age of 11. While his parents didn't work at the EOD, they also were nowhere to be found. Homeless and on the streets, initially the EOD were unconcerned with him. He was a problem for CPS or the police, not secret agencies.

But, when in hot pursuit of an operative that was integral to an operation the EOD was trying to make progress on, the unfortunate Operative made a B-Line for the homeless kid's hideout. While Fox wasn't one for people messing with his way of life, he was more than happy to help those he could when possible and frequently gave shelter to small families overnight and would direct them to proper shelters and resources in the morning.

So, when an armed man stormed into the abandoned building Fox was squatting in that had other children hiding out for the night out of the weather, he did what he had to.

He tackled the stranger to the ground and raised hell, swinging, biting, and scratching until the agent that was chasing the operative arrived on scene.

The kid's strong sense of justice and willingness to put his life on the line caught the agent's eye and, though his parents were not part of the EOD, he was taken in an inducted into the EOD childcare plan. Thanks to his early introduction into the EOD, he was able to become a jack of all trades in the division. Good at stealth, recon, infiltration, deception, quick thinking, engineering ways out of traps, he was a damn good agent with little to no flaws in his performance.

Now 21 with the life experience of a 40 year old agent, Fox is rather.... cynical. He thinks all rookies are just numbers on the casualty counter and he's more than willing to say that to their face, as many visits to Shawn in HR that may entail.

He made such known quite clearly when Agent Feline stepped onto the scene, finding her brash behavior and cocky attitudes both annoying and dangerous. But, over time, he found himself enjoying their arguments, and it infuriated him to no end.

While he's still cold and standoffish to Rookies, and everyone else frankly, he wasn't able to keep his walls up forever. It was a lonely life, being a solo agent, and eventually he found himself letting the ridiculous, brash, short tempered Feline into his heart.

They still bicker, or as Feline likes to call it banter, frequently, but there's no hostility or hatred behind it. Just the two of them poking at each other just enough to not set anybody off for hours on end. Despite the fact that he's a jack-of-all-fields, Fox more often than not will pair up with Feline on missions and cover a blind spot on the Operation to make sure things go smoothly.

The Vixen

The Vixen is a Zoraxis Operative who specializes in keeping relations between Zoraxis and the public in the positive-to-neutral range. Having been a local sweetheart known for her theater work in the Praestar home, Vivian wanted to go big. She desperately wanted to be a child star, and while her parents thought the goal was a bit ridiculous, they agreed to give her one summer to try.

This was mostly so they could say an attempt was made and to try and redirect Vivian into a more realistic life goal without crushing her dreams with their own hands. So, they saved up and Vivian and her mother flew out to Hollywood for a summer long trip, leaving her father and sister in their hometown.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as the Praestar parents intended, as certain eyes had caught the reoccurring name that was frequenting any child acting auditions. A child with no official roles on record, and no sponsor.

That was something that could be fixed easily... with the right connections. And find them they did, the most popular brand on the market right now! Known for selling things from snacks to clothes to engineering resources to anything and everything in between, when a letter arrived from Zoraxis, it was practically a sign from above in the eyes of the child diva.

She begged her mother to accept the sponsorship, and while Mrs Praestar was apprehensive, even going to the lengths of hiring a lawyer to look over the contract Zoraxis had proposed to make sure there were no questionable caveats, she couldn't come up with a decent reason to reject it.

The pressure of the practically single mother, with no way to contact her husband in reasonable time to discuss the matter as they didn't have a phone at home and letters took ages to communicate with, Mrs Praestar folded and signed the consent forms.

Once Vivian had the sponsorship from Zoraxis, she was being booked in gig after gig after gig. She was a rising star in Hollywood by the end of the year, and her career only grew bigger and better after that. She was the hottest commodity to have in your films at all times, Zoraxis sculpting her image perfectly into the image of Hollywood's perfect sweetheart. Sweet, pretty, no scandals getting caught drinking, smoking, or with a fella (though that was due to her personal disinterest more than anything) she was the painted into the perfect image of what "young ladies should be." She was an international hit, Zoraxis paying for her to be in their ads, putting her at A-List parties, and even paying for full-ride education at a prestigious school in California.

She had won, she was the second biggest name in all of acting, save for John Juniper, and she could do no wrong in the eyes of the media. So, nobody thought anything of it when she started asking... odd questions.

Prying for gossip, personal information, some things bordering on blackmail even. But she was Vivian Praestar! She was just bubbly and chatty, many young ladies are at her age. When Zoraxis competitors fell, when big name actors that encouraged unions and worker's rights suddenly couldn't get any roles, when entire productions that raised money for good causes got shut down, nobody thought anything of it. That's just how things are after all sometimes!

Nobody would suspect sweet Vivian Praestar of gathering intel, that sounds so malicious! Nobody thought she'd be handing blackmail over to Zoraxis, that was illegal! Miss Praestar wouldn't even smoke, much less commit crimes such as that! Sure, that initiative to help clean out a poisonous pit of water that was swirling with lethal metals due to a Zoraxis mining accident got shut down because the head spokesperson died from being poisoned with the same toxic metals in the very hazard site they were speaking at, but they must have gotten too close to the water without protective gear! Surely the water bottle Miss Praestar passed them at the event she also spoke at wouldn't have water from the very site the activist was trying to get Zoraxis to clean mixed in.

It was the least the Vixen could do for Zoraxis. After all, they made her a star.

[holly-fixation]

Ever Crisis Tips!

For anyone who started this game or wants to know what the best way to use your time/resources is, here are my tips to get stronger faster:

1: They recently added a 9x stamina option. This means 9 times the rewards with 9 times the stamina, but you save so much actual TIME. This makes grinding for everything a lot easier.

2: Give yourself a specific goal for anything that uses stamina. These will keep you from going insane. "I'm going to max out Aerith's exp." "I'm going to get all the highest weapon materials." "I'll get all the ice materia materials I could ever want!" "I'm going to max out Zack's Ifrit rarity!"

3: Use auto battle. Specifically, if you don't want to be in the top 1,000 of the dungeon rankings (that takes so much time and I am also convinced it costs money), only play levels you do not need to pay attention to. This still applies for stamina cost battles only. Your life will be so much easier if you passively get stronger through a bunch of auto battles than forcing yourself to pay attention.

4: Check on the Cetra Tower every once in a while. You will probably forget about it. If you give it a couple of tries and realize you aren't getting any closer to winning, LEAVE. It's not worth the heartache.

5: When gaining weapon materials, all the metal cubes can be broken down to the smaller ingots and such in the Exchange menu. NEVER waste your time playing early weapon material quests when you have access/can reliably complete the difficult quests. - Even for later materials, you will always run out of the rarest first. The genome pods and such cannot be broken down, but you will not want to either.

6: Weapon enhancement (grindstones) same deal: always play the highest level for the best rewards.

7: I suggest having an A team for difficult battles, a B team for when the A team maxes out, and a C "this team is my lowest level" for daily missions. You might not like everyone, but it feels like you're still making progress even if your A team is maxed out.

8: If there is a free draw, try to remember it with everything you have. Free draws are rare and incredibly useful.

9: Personally I always keep 36,000 crystals on the back burner in case a specific costume I really want appears in the next banner. It is incredibly difficult to maintain crystals if you want something from every banner. The real money option is incredibly expensive. Be careful.

10: Try not to forget about the dungeons, especially early game. But also don't hurt yourself on the crisis dungeons. If you feel like you're hitting your head against a wall, it's not worth the medals yet.

11: You will reach a point where the only thing stopping your characters from growing stronger is the weapon rarity. This will suck. The best you can do is gain materials for other uses.

12: Materia in the microwave: try not to forget but not the end of the world either. I suggest cooking up 3* of every single materia type you have access too. Don't worry about the 4* and 5* materia until everything at least has 3*.

13: Speaking of materia: focus on Ruin when you're bored. They cook fast and since almost every boss requires them, it's better to do more damage in those required levels with higher stars *.

14: Summons: Very hard 1 is the only very hard you should ever do outside of coop. Only complete this to unlock the summon stream/stronger attack. Since Auto battle can't complete them, don't repeat these levels.

15: Double speed is great, but if you lose a level, try turning off double speed. The game won't register certain attacks that should go through on double speed. Normal speed can actually be your key to victory, since all attacks that can go through will.

16: Coop sucks. We all know it, but the rewards are incredibly useful. Usually just doing the event coop will cover the weekly requirement, but check the items available anyway. Item drops increase for coop levels.

17: Save 40 stamina potions before an event begins so if you have time or really want the rewards, you can blow through it. Any more than 40 will become 99 WAY faster than you think it will, so try to use stamina when YOU have time.

18: Yes the phone version drains battery life, but it's also easier for multitasking. I play while folding my laundry or watching youtube. If this is impossible, there is also a steam version. And you can link your account so you won't lose any progress!

Good luck! Hope this helps!

[rinrinx2]

Heart-shaped headlights

4- Roll up the windows

Hanma x reader

Summary: Hanma besides being a well known delinquent was also known in the car scene for being a street racer, he seems to get every woman's attention but yours.

Warning: Angst, Mature themes, mention of suic!de.

Heart-shaped headlights

Masterlist

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It had been 9 days, 7 hours, 45 minutes and 15 seconds since he had last seen you. Since he had last seen the girl who had his heart, (Y/N).

Hanma now lied on his bed, eyes starring blankly at the white ceiling as his head filled with images of you. The way you were easily irritated by him and yet allowed him to place the softest kiss his ever given on your lips.

Hanma knew his feelings for you ran deep, as he had never dwelled this long on the thought of a person. Hanma was plagued with the worst illness ever - love.

He hated that it was because of a single emotion that he felt so much dread overwash him. Dread that stemmed from you ignoring him. He wasn't sure why you were ignoring him, he just knew you were.

He had thought that after your shared night at Roppongi that maybe you would open your heart to him, and you nearly did but somewhere along the lines he lost you and he wasn't sure why.

The feeling of coming back, three waters in hand, with the biggest smile on his face only to find you missing.

"Where's (Y/N)-chan?" He asked looking around wondering if you had not walked off somewhere .

"She left Hanma" Kisaki said as he removed his glassed to wipe them clean, giving little reaction to the Hanma's changing expression of happiness to confusion.

"What do you mean she left?" Hanma said as his eyebrows furrowed together, trying piece together your sudden disappearance.

"She's gone Hanma, as in she's left for home"

Hanma felt the confusion slowly drop to sadness at the mention of you ditching him. He wasn't a man whose feelings could easily be hurt and he never thought he'd ever taste heartbreak, but at that moment it was all he could taste in his mouth as he felt little cracks form in his heart.

"Why?" He asked as he felt his throat become dry, so lost in his emotions he had dropped the water bottles he held a moment ago with excitement.

"Hanma do you really know who (Y/N)-chan is?" Kisaki asked finally giving his full attention to the taller man with the sulken expression painted on his face.

Hanma didn't answer, he stood still feeling his heartbeating in his ears. Kisaki sighed at his reaction, never in his life would he have thought that the playboy himself would be so dramatic over a woman. Kisaki took the lack of answer to proceed with what he was saying.

"(L/N)(Y/N) is a girl in the illegal street racing scene, and the person who brought her into that world was (L/N) Daisuke"

Hanma knew that name (L/N) Daisuke, everyone did it was the name of one of the legends in the street racing scene. Even he someone who had join only a few years prior knew the man.

And now he had found out he was your father. Hanma stood there feeling like a fool how didn't he know he was your father you had the same last name, but as he continued his realization he noted that, that was the only thing the two of you had in common besides street racing. You didn't look like you father and you may be hard headed, stubborn and outspoken but you didn't have his larger than life personality that caused many to despise the man.

He really didn't know you...

"A thing or two they may not have mentioned about her father in all the grand stories, is that the man racked up debt and he couldn't pay it off. So before anyone could get to him he killed himself and now she has to pay it all off." Kisaki said placing his glasses back on his face.

"So before you go searching for her think about this, she has to pay her fathers debt off and you Shuji you win nearly every race, the ones worth status and money so wouldn't it be worth it for a girl like her to suddenly play along to your advances now that she's realized she can benefit from you. Think about it Hanma. Think." Kisaki said watching Hanma try to comprehend the information which was just bestowed upon him. He watched as his face dropped of any sadness, watching as the thoughts buzzed in the taller man's head, and all while Kisaki remained starring at him; Hanma could only get one thought articulated in his mind.

He really didn't know you...

Hanma shut his eyes tight trying his best to not have his memories relive him through that night.

He missed you he couldn't deny that, he couldn't deny he missed when you were pissed at him and he especially couldn't deny he missed when you had finally given him your soft smiles that made his heart beat faster than the car he drove.

But he was wary of Kisaki's words, he loved you but he wasn't going to allow you to slip him into a spell just so you could extort him. He wasn't as much as big dumb brute as everyone placed him for.

Hanma sat up from his bed, realizing that in these 9 days he had only left when he was required to race for Valhalla, otherwise he was bound to his rooftop apartment. And as luxurious as his apartment was he felt like a ghost in it. Trapped between the white walls as the thoughts off you once again overtook every inch of his mind.

He was ready to slink back down into bed and allow the thoughts of you to consume him, until the mention of your name would mean nothing to him and he could continue on with his life as if he had never met you. He was content on that ideal situation until he felt his phone buzz.

Someone's selling an old R32 Nissan Skyline GTR first addition model in Shibuya. Check it out.

He read the message that Baji had sent him. Hanma was settling on ignoring the message and going back to the plan of laying back in bed but a budding feeling of need told him to go see the car.

'Maybe getting out would do some good. Maybe I'll see a hot chick' Hanma thought as he tried to convince himself to get up and go to Shibuya.

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Hanma had decided against taking his car, as the scent of you still lingered in it even after all this time. So he instead walked, even if Shibuya was a lengthy walk he would rather endure it then have has mind remind him of the way you sat in his passenger's seat smiling up at him.

The sunny afternoon and the refreshing breeze slowly brought his mood slighlt upbeat as he began to enjoy his walk. He examined his surrounding realizing that he was close to the place where he'd fine the car Baji sent him to check out.

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Hanma had finally arrived at D&D motors, the place that was selling an almost replica of his own car, the only difference that the one held at this mechanic shop was about 1 second faster and in racing that 1 second counted more than a life.

"You must be the guy Baji said who'd be taking a look at the R 32" Kazutora said his gaze fixed on whipping the oil on his hands off, not realizing who was standing in the shop.

"Don't worry about the condition, it's really good. I did a bit tinkering-" Kazutora said stopping himself once his gaze met the man who stood in one of his best friends mechanic shop.

"Why the fuck are you here?" Kazutora said, his friendly demeanor gone now replaced with agitation.

"I'm here for the car" Hanma said keeping his voice monotone, trying his best to not get physical with the shorter man with the dangling ball earring. The last thing he needed to do was lose his temper now, he might end up killing him.

"You've got some fucken nerve showing up here, you know. First you break (Y/N)-chan's heart and then you buy her fathers car" Kazutora said trying to keep his cool.

He nearly snickered when he heard Kazutora accused him of breaking your heart, when you were actually the one who ripped his to pieces and didn't even have the decency to tell him yourself your true intentions.

"It's just a car"

"Just a car!" Kazutora yelled feeling the anger radiate throughout his body, as he looked at Hanma who remained disinterested.

"This car is (Y/N)-chan's fathers and the only reason she's selling it, is because she's quiting racing and still needs to pay off his debt you dickhead"

"Why she quit'en did everyone realize she's going to financially exploit them to pay off Daddys debt" Hanma said finally airing out some of the built up irritation he held towards the situation you had placed him in.

"What?!" Kazutora said snapping at the tattooed hand man who still stood their expressionless.

"Kisaki told me already her little get up. She was going to use me for my money to pay off her fathers debt"

Kazutora's angered expression dropped at Hanma's words, now replaced with one of confusion.

"You really are dumb as you are big" Kazutora said condescendingly.

"Need I remind you, you came after (Y/N), and if she would be using people for money you'd be the last on the list, hotshot" Kazutora said turning his back on Hanma readying to leave the man and go back to working on his own car.

Hanma was taken aback at Kazutora's words, so you weren't using him for money. Then why did you leave he thought, his mind trying to comprehend everything at once. He had to ask him it was the only way he would be able to sleep tonight.

"Then why did she leave?"

Kazutora turned around now facing Hanma once again, and any emotion of anger or irritation was gone instead cold eyes pierced into Hanmas golden ones. Without having to ask what Hanma meant, Kazutora already knew what he was referring to.

"Isn't it obvious"

"She saw you kiss that girl"

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How could you forget the image of Hanma kissing that girl. The way his large hands clung onto her waist as he deepened the kiss. The image seered into your mind.

It had been 9 full days since you last saw Hanma and you planned to extend those 9 days to forever.

Your heart fought against your mind, your heart wanting you to find closure to the situation whereas your mind refused to let him waste anymore of your time. You had sided with your mind, the last time you gave your heart a chance you watched as it was ripped into two right infront of your eyes.

You looked at the red roses that still sat on your kitchen counter not having the heart to dispose of it yet, for as much as you sided with your mind a small piece of you held onto Hanma.

You let your mind wonder a little bit onto him before you pulled it back to reality.

'I'm done with Hanma' you thought.

'I'm done with racing, I'm done with it all'

As dramatic as it sounded to leave everything behind, you knew it was for the best. You had decided that you wouldn't race anymore, you would get a proper job to pay off your father's debt, even if working at D&D motors was considered a 'proper job' you needed one that brought more financial income into your pockets. The only time you would go to races was to support your best friend - Hanemiya Kazutora.

You were settled on your thoughts. That would be your new life an ordinary 9 to 5 with occasional visits of support to watch Kazutora and that was that.

Your thoughts shifted when you saw a familiar name appear across your phone. Intending to ignore it a part of you had to know why he was calling.

"Hello?"

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"Hi, (Y/N)-chan. It's Hanma. I'm sorry for everything. I wanted to explain myself. I'll come to your place, I still remember your address...I really like you (Y/N)" Hanma said ending the voice message, the 15th one he had left thus far. Every attempt at calling you went unanswered, every message left unread - 100 unread messages now.

When his heart had realized his mistake it went straight into panick mode, trying everything in his will to talk to you, to explain the situation. He didn't care about how desperate he seemed he just had to hear your voice, even if you said the most meanest cruelest thing to him.

"She's not picking up" Hanma said to Kazutora who was now sitting on the hood of one of the cars he was working on, lounging about listening as Hanma panicked away.

"What did you expect was going to happen" Kazutora said not even bothering to look up from the JDM magazine he was skimming through.

Hanma's gaze was now locked on Kazutora's figure that lounged about on the car, not even somewhat sympathetic to his panicked expression.

"Why aren't you helping me?" Hanma burst out, finally causing Kazutora to look up at Hanma.

Kazutora's eyes hung low as he looked towards Hanma behind the pages of the magazine- a clear depiction of unamusement and irritation painted on his face.

"Why should I ? You hurt the woman I care about and you expect me to run laps to help you solve the problem you caused. Grow up" Kazutora said dropping his eyes back down to the magazine.

Kazutora was tired of this, he was tired of having Hanma be one of the topics you always spoke about lately. It's not that he envied the position Hanma was putting himself in romantically rather that he was tired of all the negative things he brought into your life, from the way you complained that he belittled you to nothing but one of his groupies to cheating in the race just to take you on a drive and the one night he thought you'd come back with good news his instead told how the man himself had kissed another girl infront of you.

"Just leave (Y/N)-chan alone it's for the best" Kazutora said putting the magazine to the side as he hopped off the hood of the car. Getting to once again leave Hanma alone, as he attempted to do the first time before Hanma had begged him to help contact you.

Hanma felt defeated, all he wanted was to talk to you and explain things, make you understand and he wasn't even granted that simple wish.

"I can't just leave her alone, I love her Kazutora and I know you're going to say it's sudden but I do. And I don't mean the type of rushed love you force yourself to feel when you find someone attractive, or the type of love you get because they make eyes at you I mean the type of love where I could listen to her talk about everything and anything, the type of love that even on her bad moppy days I'd be there to cheer her up, the type of love that everyday you learn to love each other a little more, the type of love that when you're apart it hurts and you pray to have them in your arms. As much as it be easy for me to forget about her and go back to the old ways I had I doubt my mind would ever let me. All I can do is think about her- all day and all night"

Kazutora listened to each and every word that left Hanmas lips, he watched as Hanmas face fell with sadness and only lit up when he thought about you. As much as Kazutora was against Hanma he couldn't leave him to just wallow in heartbreak.

"She's in her apartment. Knock 5 times she'll think it's me" Kazutora said now finally walking away from Hanma.

"Thank you, Kazutora" Hanma said loud enough so Kazutora would be able to hear as he walked away.

"Oh and take the car it'll get you to her faster" Kazutora said quickly turning around with the smile Hanma was accustomed to as he threw the R32 keys in his direction.

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Hanma had drove, like he have never driven before. Switching gears as fast as possible, speeding down various road all in the hopes of getting to you quicker. He didn't care about the tickets he would rack up from speeding and riding over red lights. You were the only thought on his mind the only thing motivating him to go further.

When Hanma had arrived at your apartment complex it didn't take him long to reach your apartment as long legs carried him swiftly up the flight of stairs until he was met with a familiar door.

"(Y/N)" Hanma called out knocking 5 times just as he was instructed to by Kazutora.

"(Y/N)-chan" He called out again against the door.

"Its me Hanma please open I have to talk to you" Hanma said, not caring that he unveiled his identity- if the sound of his voice hadn't already given it away.

"Please just please open" Hanma said as his face now rested against the door.

Hanma let out a shallow breath, before sucking in all the air his lungs allowed him to fill up with, screaming your name over and over again.

"Please just open!"

Hanma pressed his face right up against the door, hoping that any moment you would swing the door open to tell him to stop yelling, anything so he could somehow wiggle is way into your home.

But after 15 minutes he realized you wouldn't open, so Hanma did what he thought was best. He would confess right outside your door hoping that it would be enough for your forgiveness.

"(Y/N)-chan, I know what you saw at Roppongi may have looked like I was kissing someone else, if I saw you in that same position as me I'd be just as pissed but I didn't know the girl she just grabbed me and I tried to pull away and she grabbed tighter. It was chaos (Y/N)-chan. You don't have to believe me but I wouldn't of done all this if I didn't care. I do care, I care so much. In these last 9 days all I could think about is you. How pissed I made you and yet you still agreed to go out with me on a stupid date, how you smiled at me. How you didn't pull back when I kissed you meant the world to me and for the past few days I knew what feeling was bubbling inside me it was love... I love you (Y/N)"

Hanma was still met with silence as he finished his confession with his face still against the door. So lost of hope until he heard the jingle of the lock being moved around, a sign that the door would open.

It was finally happening you were opening the door for him and no matter what reaction you gave, whether you accepted or rejected his confession he was going to kiss you, even if it meant you'd hit him so hard his face would be bruised.

The door slightly began opening, Hanma could see the image of a silhouette form behind the door and he readied himself.

It was happening the door was finally opening to releave none other than

A shirtless Rindou

"God, Hanma your banging woke me up you're lucky you didn't wake (Y/N) up"

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love means nothing | chapter 02

leon goretzka x original female character [+18]

synopsis: 10 years ago, after winning wimbledon at the age of 18, olivia araujo was tennis's biggest rising star. she had a cosmopolitan social life, a handsome boyfriend and all the time in the world. now she was pushing 30, single, lonely and after several complicated injuries she could feel her career coming to an end. warnings: sports-typical violence; mentions of depression; angst; timeline of events are not based on real life; minors dni.

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Chapter 02 | Closer

“And when I see you then I know it will be next to me

And when I need you I know you will be there with me

I'll never leave you”

April, 2013, Stuttgart

It was my first time in Germany and I was playing Maria Sharapova in the Stuttgart Open Final. I was still practically a rookie at the time, having debuted at pro tennis only a year prior. At the time I already had a couple masters titles and the press was paying close attention to me. Young, rich, pretty and full of potential. I had a good sense of style and I inherited my parents' fame and connections. An ‘it-girl’, that was the term they were using. To make things more interesting for the tabloids, I would get a new boyfriend every few months. The guy at the time was Leon Goretzka, a football player, 18 years old just like me. He was playing for Schalke 04, 400 km away from Stuttgart, and we would meet in person for the first time after the tournament.

Up until then our flirting was online. We met through social media and hit it off immediately. Leon was a charming prince and it was so nice talking to someone who was going through the same things as I was. 

leon:

no way you’re playing sharapova :o think you can win??

liv:

i know right!! so cool

why don’t you watch the match and find out ;)

Getting to play with the grown ups for the first time. The pressure to be perfect. The press constantly telling the world you’re the next big thing, when you know for a fact they’re just waiting for you to stumble so they can tear you down. He just got it, he understood me when not a lot of people seemed genuinely interested in trying to.

“Feeling confident?” My dad asked before the match.

“As always.” I answered with a smile.

“That’s my girl!”

An hour and a half later I was lifting another trophy. I walked off the court, sweat pouring down my face and my heart racing. Maria had given me a run for my money, but I had managed to pull off a win in the end.

As I made my way back to the locker room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The pressure to perform had been intense, and I knew that one misstep could have cost me the match. But I kept my cool, stayed focused, and ultimately came out on top.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. I knew that there would be more challenges and more pressure to come, but for now, I was content to bask in the glow of another victory

After the tournament, I had a few days to spare before my next match, so I rented a Lamborghini and took a road trip to Gelsenkirchen to meet Leon. I was starting to get a taste of being an adult, with my parents allowing me to do whatever I wanted, as long as I showed up to practice on time, kept myself fit and won titles. Everything else was up to me. I packed my bags and set out on the Autobahn. The scenery was breathtaking as I drove through the German countryside, passing fields of bright yellow rapeseed flowers and quaint villages with traditional half-timbered houses. As I approached Gelsenkirchen, I could feel my excitement building. My first stop was the Veltins-Arena, home of the Schalke 04 football club. The stadium was stunning, massive and so much different from a tennis stadium. They were playing against Eintracht Frankfurt that night and Leon was in the starting 11.

“You’re beautiful.” Leon said to me after the match, we were both in my car driving to the hotel I was staying at. “So much more beautiful in person.” At the hotel room we ordered food and ate in bed.

“Congratulations on your win! That was amazing, I actually got to watch with my parents. We were all cheering for you.” Leon looked at me with bright eyes, almost like a fan.

“Well, congrats on your win, too! The game was so cool, I don’t even know a lot about football, but it was super fun.”

“Ah, but I didn’t get a trophy. You actually won a tournament!”

There was so much to talk and so much to do, we didn’t have enough time. So it didn’t take long for our clothes to decorate the bedroom floor. We were both exhausted from work, but that wasn’t an issue that night.

“You feel so good, here, let me take care of you.” Leon was inside of me, we were on the floor on our second round. Our bodies sticky with sweat and spit, our moans filling the bedroom; I was in a trance. He smelled amazing, he tasted amazing. Every cell of my body was begging for him. He had his hand on my clit while he was fucking me. “Cum on me, let me feel it.” He was behind me, pulling my hair. I could only answer him with a nod, my mouth open, my eyes closed.

Sex had never felt like that before. We came at the same time and I thought it meant that it was love. Our meeting was restricted to the hotel, in the morning we had breakfast in bed. It was raining and when we fucked again I considered just staying there forever. But I had to go back home soon, to the Portugal Open.

“I just want to stay like this.” I was laying in bed and he was on top of me, inside of me, kissing my face. “Forever.”

“I’m sorry, Liv, I don’t think I can last forever.” He said giggling.

“We’re gonna be fine, right? We can handle this.” We were outside my car, saying our goodbyes. I would drive to the airport and meet my father there. I was so nervous, it felt like insanity to turn this into a full relationship, but it also felt like insanity to walk away.

“Yes, we can do this.” He cupped my face in between his big hands. “I’m not giving up on us.” Before boarding the airplane I got a text.

leon:

missing you already

June, 2013, Nuremberg

Leon and I were inseparable then. Life was good, we were always in touch through text messages, phone and video calls. We talked about everything. When the WTA calendar gave me a chance to go back to Germany we decided to make our relationship official to our families and introduce them.

The Nuremberg tournament was on clay. After my first match, staring at my dirty sneakers and completely destroyed socks, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. I looked up at my parents in the stands and watched Leon clapping, celebrating my victory sitting right next to my 11 years old sister. By their side, there were a couple of unfamiliar faces – Leon’s parents.

The match was intense, with my opponent and I trading points back and forth, but I was overly confident that day and intended on showing off. In the end, I managed to come out on top once again, winning the match in straight sets.

As I walked off the court, I could feel the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. Later, after showering, we met at the lobby, on our way to a restaurant. We were all having lunch together.

"Congratulations on the win," Leon said, giving me a quick hug.

"Thank you, baby." I replied, smiling. His parents smiled warmly at me, congratulating me while Leon introduced us. At the restaurant, which I couldn't pronounce the name of, we sat at a large table by the window looking out at Nuremberg's busy streets.

“What a lovely city, I always wanted to know more about Germany!” Mom had a smile from ear to ear. I think she was prouder from me landing an athlete boyfriend than from me winning my match.

He wasn’t the first boy I introduced to my family, but that time it felt different. Like we could actually make it, against all odds. I was in love like never before. The sort of blinding, deafening young love that I would never experience again. My mother was excited, he was all she ever dreamed for me. My father, on the other hand, looked at me as if knew. Being a teenager, I was offended by his behavior. How dare he. Looking at me as if my long distance-also athlete boyfriend and I are not gonna make it past a year. How dare him act like he knows around this time next year I’ll be introducing him to a new boyfriend.

“And this is my best friend Sofie.” My little sister was showing Leon some pictures on her phone. Chiara loved him immediately and he was the sweetest with her. By the end of the dinner they had private jokes and she was determined to learn german. His parents seemed genuinely interested in me and I was picturing us spending Christmas together. 

Our relationship continued like that, only meeting in person a couple days at a time, searching for privacy and creating our love dens in luxury hotel rooms. Still managed to pose for the Bild front page a couple times, despite our best efforts. We were walking out of his apartment once, holding hands.

“I’m so lucky.” Leon kissed me. “I don't want to let you go.” I kissed him back.

“I’m going down the street to get us some coffee, you weirdo.” I giggled, but Leon continued with a serious face. 

“Just kiss me, silly.”

For the following months, pictures of me and pages of newspapers reporting my victories would decorate Leon’s bedroom.

“Honey, don’t cry. Baby, come here.” We were saying goodbye once again, that time we only managed to spend a few hours together. I couldn’t hold back my tears. I was leaving a part of me with him every single time.

“I think I love you.” I whispered through my tears. “What am I going to do?”

“You’re going to let me love you too.”

June, 2013, London

While practicing for Wimbledon that year, dad and I had a big fight. I don’t remember how it started. I was texting Leon during a break, I remember worrying about him, his health, his games, and then my dad was all over my face screaming at me. “I would never accuse you of having common sense, Olivia.” My father yelled. “Where do you think he is right now? Do you think he's alone, waiting for you to find time in your schedule? This is ridiculous, just get back to training.”

When I lifted the trophy for my first Grand Slam win, that’s what I was thinking about.

September, 2013, Beijing

The distance was particularly hard on me. I missed Leon terribly and it was hard for me to focus on my matches when I was constantly thinking about him. I had to keep my priorities straight and my career came first. We tried to make it work, but besides our best efforts the distance continued to take its toll. There were times when we would argue over small things and times when we would go days without talking. It just wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t find a way to be happy being away from him.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” My voice was barely audible, I had already been crying for hours before calling him.

"This is it? You’re just giving up on us?” He yelled over the phone. I had nightmares  for years about making Leon cry. I never forgave myself for that.

“That’s enough, Olivia.” My father said. I couldn’t sleep or eat properly for days after the breakup. The realization that I would never get to have a normal relationship was affecting more than anything else. If things didn’t work out with who I thought was my soulmate, who never hurted me, who I loved so much; then it wouldn’t work with anybody ever. I would die alone. “He’s just a boy, you’ll get over it.”

There was nothing else for me to do except going back to court. I deleted our pictures and texts, threw away his gifts and anything that reminded me of him. I dated a few times after that, but it was never the same. I understood what I had to do to keep myself relevant and competitive. That’s all that mattered. I learned to keep a distance, to build walls and keep myself safe.

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Star Wars Fic Recs (Part 5)

crawl home by skatzaa

The door hissed open, and there was Obi-Wan, hair still long and incredibly unflattering, beard a little longer than the last time Quinlan saw him, robe draped perfectly over his shoulders so it flared out dramatically around his legs.

They stared at one another for a long second, Obi-Wan with his hands folded serenely into his sleeves, Quinlan listing sideways in his sparring position. Then Obi-Wan told him, “Quinlan Vos, you look like banthashit.”

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Cody’s jedi(s) by Gabriel4sam

General Kenobi's bad habits get worse when General Vos is near, and the explosions only get bigger. Cody regrets it less than people could believe.

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Unfamiliar purpose by darthpumpkinspice

After the purge, and after Asajj, Quinlan Vos reconnects with an old friend in an unexpected place. -

on wanting and being wanted back (in ways beyond the romantic) by PhoenixThirteen

Anakin is not accepted into the Jedi Order. Obi-Wan makes good on his promise and leaves with him.

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Unmake me (not for long) by lionfire42

It is a tool. A weapon. Meant to serve. It's opinions are neither needed nor existant. It's made to follow orders. Pain is negligible, a sign of insubordination, of weakness. Tools do not feel pain. They are honed then used and then honed again.

Or

The Winter Soldier!Ahsoka AU. -

Unbowed by spacewall

Padmé Amidala wakes up in the hospital and learns her child is dead, her husband has fallen, and the system she fought so hard to save is broken. She does not give in. Under the watchful eyes of her senate colleagues, she never surrenders.

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About six months after E day, Amidala stopped mourning, stopped matching Vader. She went out and spent an exorbitant amount of money – her family was wealthy, she was a senator, and she had a queen’s pension – on an entirely new wardrobe. There was no black or white, and none of the queenly, regal dignity people had come to associate with her. She dressed like a bird, trying to grab the attention of the nearest mate: blue and green and silver, purple and gold, massive earrings in the shape of solar systems. She dyed her hair gold. She ensured the eyes of the world were on her at all times.

Vader started leaving every room she entered, rather than the other way around.

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Come down from your mountain by stormwarnings

Fox finally settles on something close enough to all of those, but just a step to the right. “Are they usually like that? Unnerving?"

“Always,” Gree says, those eyes that never miss a single detail. “Every single one of them.”

(Seven clone commanders gathering for a drink, and their reflections on war, love, and Jedi.)

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Luminous objects by spacewall

Teetering on the edge of darkness, an unexpected call from his grandpadawan forces Dooku of Serenno to see himself as a Jedi once more. Anakin Skywalker, and the galaxy as a whole, will never be the same.

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A retelling (or re-imagining) beginning after The Phantom Menace, with significant canon divergence. Mostly gen. Tags updated as events warrant, content/trigger warnings delivered in notes by chapter to avoid spoilers.

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The Coruscant Guard is Compromised

It ripples through the link again and again, a hurricane siren, a klaxon, both warning and desperate plea. Fox hopes it will be enough.

The Coruscant Guard is compromised.

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Sometimes ‘better’ is all there is by shadowspires

Kix hears a voice outside.

It cuts straight through duty, and the grief that weighs on him every day, and slices straight into his soul.

A brother’s voice.

[goongiveusnothing]

agree with you, i think fine line era was his peak and he was only able to pull these numbers with hh because he has radio and spotify payola+tiktok and even then it wasn’t as successful as fine line imo. i guess we should wait and see what the next era will bring lol but i still think it will be quite a success regardless

The payola was so obvious this year. As It Was on every playlist and radio. The push to try and get it back everytime it fell off a bit. That must've cost his team a lot of money to invest in.

But none of his other singles really landed, the sales were not as good, the album was not as well liked as his prior one even by the fans.

Does that mean his next album will bomb? No. But do I suspect that after all the backlash he's had and watching even his fans grow sick of him and feel he's lost the magic and vibe they used to think he had, that his next projects will be as big as Fine Line? No. I think unless the next album is really good, it will suffer. My guess is it will be the same as this one, a vibey album for playlists. Not even My Policeman was a hit for him, which is so wild to me. That was the one I was sure would do okay. But nobody was even showing up or going out in their droves to the theaters to see it. It's clear even his Pleasing stuff isn't selling like it used to.

I do not think he will become a non existent flop with his next album, but it will likely not be as well received, and we may see him doing more desperate or weird things to gain public attention again, because he has nothing creatively to offer besides the illusion of having something to offer. Maybe a documentary to let people into his private life, maybe a more intimate sit down interview, more photos, more in public, maybe he will post on social media. Harry is not the type of guy who will not enjoy being seen as the world's biggest coolest star, when he realizes his time in the sun is drawing to where he's just a mid guy, we will see him react to that, I don't doubt that for a second. He craves fame and status unlike almost any other artist out there.

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Unveiling ADHD Symptoms in Adults

Navigating the World of Focus and Attention

For many adults, the acronym "ADHD" conjures images of fidgety children in a classroom, struggling to keep still or focus on a single task. However, what is less commonly understood is that ADHD (Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder) does not simply evaporate with the passage of time; it can manifest in adults with its own set of unique challenges. If you've found yourself wrestling with the daily grind of attention, focus, and relentless distractions, you might be surprised to learn that ADHD could be the driving force behind the havoc in your life.

Unlike the lively distractions we might romanticize from our childhood, the manifestation of ADHD symptoms in adulthood can be disruptively complex, impacting every facet of day-to-day life. These symptoms are akin to unwelcome house guests - they come unannounced, affect your comfort and even your connections with others, and can be a severe drain on your mental and emotional resources.

This blog post is not a quick fix for the more intense and intrinsic components of adult ADHD, but it is a comprehensive look at what to expect if you believe ADHD is present and the ways you can start to manage the symptoms. For those staring down the energetic tornado that is ADHD, this is your roadmap to understanding and outpacing the storm.

Common Symptoms in Adults with ADHD

Inattention

The stereotype of ADHD often centers around the inability to sit still, but the spectrum of inattention symptoms is vast. You may recognize this in your life if:

You consistently make careless mistakes in work or overlook details in your daily tasks.

Organizing or completing assignments is an uphill battle, no matter how hard you try to apply yourself.

Staying focused on tasks or even during conversations proves remarkably difficult, often leading to your thoughts meandering elsewhere.

The mere act of sifting through various stimuli can result in a mental overload where nothing gets the full attention it deserves.

Hyperactivity

While hyperactivity is typically more noticeable in childhood, it can still play a starring role in adult lives:

Physical restlessness is often a component, as is the constant sensation that you should be "going" or doing something.

Monotony can be maddening, leading you to seek out activities or start conversations just to fill the gaps and restore order, but most likely only creating more chaos.

The inability to relax into quiet or stationary activities can leave you feeling perpetually on the edge, as if you're about to burst from within.

Impulsivity

The decision-making process for adults with ADHD can be a frenetic dash to the finish line:

Impulsivity is often characterized by making decisions without fully considering the consequences, leading to potential hurdles and complications that were preventable.

Money and emotions alike can fall victim to impulsive actions, creating a seesaw of highs and lows that are beyond the curve of what is typical.

The pace of life is set not by the tick of a clock but by the drumming of adrenaline, making long-term planning a bit of an enigma.

Emotional Regulation

Trying to steady the emotional ship when you have ADHD is like navigating a storm with a peanut-sized lifeboat:

The intensity of emotions can be paralyzing; be it happiness, anger, or sadness, these states are often experienced in a more profound and unpredictable manner.

The ebb and flow of emotion can happen rapidly, and sometimes without an identifiable trigger, creating a sense of unease and instability.

Chronic lateness and poor organizational skills are not about a lack of effort, but about the dense fog of emotional turmoil that stunts clear decision-making and action planning.

Discovering these symptoms in yourself as an adult can be both a revelation and a relief. It's not just that you were "not trying hard enough" or that you "needed to apply yourself more"; it's that you were running a different race altogether with a different set of rules and a minuscule starting line.

Impact on Daily Life

ADHD does not merely change the rhythm of life; it orchestrates an entirely different dance. The symptoms of ADHD affect three key areas:

Work

Professional life can often feel like a Sisyphean task when ADHD is calling the shots:

Despite the will to contribute and engage, the consistency needed to see projects through can be as elusive as a desert mirage.

Procrastination is not a conscious decision; it is a function of the distraction-addled brain, underlining the challenge of meeting deadlines and undertaking new responsibilities.

The perpetual fight to seem 'normal' can lead to a profound sense of imposter syndrome and an undercurrent of anxiety about the ability to maintain the facade.

Relationships

The interpersonal dynamics of friendship, love, and family are fraught with misinterpretation and misunderstanding when ADHD lays down the rules:

Keeping up with the ebb and flow of communication can feel like trying to thread a needle during a hurricane, leading to unintentional emotional disconnects.

The very ADHD traits that spark initial interest - spontaneity, unexpected humor, boundless energy - can also drive others away when they morph into unpredictability and inconsistency.

Maintaining relationships requires a level of emotional consistency and validation that is both rare and intensely difficult for many with ADHD.

Self-Esteem

When your daily life feels like a series of starts and stops, the impact on self-esteem can be seismic:

Self-loathing and despair can occur when recognizing the cycle of high aspirations met with low achievements, often through no fault of your own.

Turning to unhealthy coping mechanisms, like substance abuse, can seem like the only respite from the relentless inner turmoil.

The deficit in self-esteem can translate to every area of your life, creating a feedback loop of disappointment and frustration that is near-impossible to break.

The armor of diagnosis is not impenetrable, but it is the first step in understanding that your life's symphony might simply be working with too many conductors. Seeking support from friends, family, and professionals can offer solace and direction, if not immediate relief.

Diagnosis and Treatment

Seeking Professional Evaluation

The road to diagnosis can be as winding and complex as the symptoms themselves:

Professional evaluation by a psychiatrist or therapist can involve a battery of psychological tests, interviews, and medical histories to determine the presence of ADHD.

It is important to seek out specialists who have experience with adult ADHD, as its diagnosis and treatment require a nuanced understanding that is often overlooked.

Being candid about your experiences is critical to a proper evaluation. Honesty with your healthcare providers lays the groundwork for a comprehensive treatment plan.

Seeking out this evaluation is not a path to a singular fix but a flashlight to illuminate the dimly lit corridors of your daily struggles, offering insights into your personal quirks and pangs.

Therapy and Medication Options

Once a diagnosis is secured, the treatment plan will likely involve a combination of therapy and medication:

Cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT) can help reframe negative thought patterns and build practical coping skills for managing symptoms and goals.

Stimulant medications such as Adderall and Ritalin work to balance the brain's neurotransmitters, improving attention and reducing impulsivity.

Non-stimulant options like Strattera and Wellbutrin offer a subtler approach, often with fewer side effects and less potential for abuse.

Navigating the treatment options will require an open mind and a trial-and-error approach, as no two ADHD journeys are precisely alike.

Lifestyle Adjustments and Coping Strategies

Medication and therapy are vital parts of the equation, but the bulk of managing adult ADHD resides in the detail-oriented realm of daily life:

Establishing routines that are realistic and sustainable can provide the scaffolding necessary to bolster your daily structure.

Building a supportive environment at work and home, where communication is clear and expectations are managed, is key to alleviating the pressure valve that is ADHD.

Engaging in regular physical activity can be a natural outlet for the restless energy that often characterizes ADHD and can result in improved concentration and mood stability.

The landscape may seem laden with insurmountable hurdles, but each lifestyle adjustment and coping strategy is a flag in the ground that asserts you are not the sum of your symptoms.

Support and Resources for Adults with ADHD

Support Groups and Communities

Finding solidarity among others who share your symptoms can be a salve for the isolation and confusion often innate to ADHD:

Online and in-person support groups can provide a judgment-free zone to share experiences, tips, and encouragement.

Community resources can offer practical workshops and training that are tailored to the unique needs of adults with ADHD.

Remembering that you are not alone, and that others have navigated the same storm, is a motto that can provide both perspective and momentum in your struggle.

Educational Materials and Self-Improvement Tools

There is a wealth of materials available for adults with ADHD, offering a trove of knowledge and support:

Books and articles can offer insights into the neurological mechanisms of ADHD and how to manage its symptoms in everyday life.

Self-improvement tools, ranging from smartphone apps to time-management software, are tailored for the particular challenges of adults with ADHD.

Engaging with these materials and tools is not a sign of weakness but demonstrates an active desire to understand and work with the hand you've been dealt.

Seeking Help and Building a Support Network

Acknowledging and seeking help is not a sign of capitulation; it is a flag of resilience in your personal story:

Building a support network of friends, family, and professionals can provide a multi-faceted toolkit for managing your symptoms.

Accepting help is not a one-way street; it is a reciprocal relationship that can offer insights and benefits to all involved.

Each stepping stone in your support network is a reminder that vulnerability is not a flaw but a foundation on which to build a more substantial, more sustainable life.

Conclusion

The whirlwind that is ADHD in adults is not a life sentence; it is a challenge and an invitation to a deeper understanding of self:

Recognizing the symptoms is not the finish line; it is the starting gun in the race towards effective management and understanding.

Each day is a new opportunity to try again, to tweak the methods, to adjust the sails in your voyage across the seas of daily life.

The most essential takeaway is that you are not defined by your symptoms. You are an explorer of a unique landscape, charting the course as you learn more about the terrain and discover the tools to make your life an opus that you can be proud of.

This is not the final chapter of your story; it is an unfolding narrative filled with characters, conflicts, and resolutions that are uniquely, beautifully yours. If you recognize yourself in these words, take heart in the knowledge that the world becomes a little less daunting with every step towards understanding and managing your ADHD symptoms. You are not alone, and in your battles, there is solidarity and a meandering, beautiful sense of shared experience.

[alyjojo]

Love Reading 💖 - March 2024 - Pisces

Singles:

Who is Coming In: 5 Pentacles, King of Wands, Page of Pentacles

Regarding: 3 Pentacles

Long-Term Potential: Page of Wands

This feels more like something you’re entertaining in your head, because they show up as something platonic. A friend, coworker, favorite barista, etc. King of Wands, could be a fire sign, or just someone you find attractive, fun, exciting, they could be the life of the party or class clown energy, they like attention. They’re surrounded with sadness, heartbreak, could’ve just gone through a painful break-up or a difficult situation. You’re a friend to this person, maybe even offering comfort or being supportive to them. Romantic though? You wonder…maybe? Long term potential is no, you two may bring out the inner child in each other, and you have fun together or enjoy talking, but it stops there. Ace of Wands rev clarifies the Page, showing either there’s a lack of attraction, desire, motivation, the spark just isn’t there. Or there could be some flirtation to test the waters but nothing ever comes of it, no action. You two do have great chemistry as friends though.

Messages:

- Facial Hair 🧔‍♂️

- Older Man/Woman

MIRROR 🪞

- Mirroring Each Other

- Self-Reflection

- Introspection

- Inner Wounds

“Choose the path of nope today.”

Signs you may be dealing with:

Fire 🔥 Scorpio, Sagittarius & Pisces

Couples:

Them: Page of Swords, Ace of Pentacles, The Star

Regarding: 4 Pentacles

Okay, they’ve pulled the Narcissist card, but I’m not getting that vibe from them. Maybe, or their behavior may come off as that and you’ve wondered. They are incredibly narrow-minded, selfish, and probably controlling, they think they can tell you what you can and can’t do…maybe with money? I get ego big time, but not cruelty or the mind games that would come with that label. “I am who I am.” Resistant to change, resistant to outside ideas, a stubborn ass that can only see one perspective - theirs, and other people are wrong. Yes? That’s your problem. Well it’s their problem but it’s become your problem because you have goals over here and they’ve been getting in the way of that.

Now I do see some hypocrisy with them. Do as I say, not as I do. They could be someone who travels a lot, whether work or they have family & friends all over that they’re going to see. It’s like when they want something, that’s fine, but when you want to do the same thing, they have an issue. Or there is always money for their needs but not yours. Fk that 💯 It could be they don’t even invite you or ask you to do anything ever, but they’ll go all out for a social occasion, coworkers, something like that. You’ve probably called them out on their shit, and friends they talk to may have done the same thing - unbeknownst to you. They’re seeing the truth of the situation, where before they’ve only seen from their own little place in the world and judged accordingly. It’s a vibe of lacking empathy…jeez I feel like the more we go along here no wonder you think narcissism, if you do. Maybe, I’m not a doctor. Could just be emotionally immature. Whether yes or not, Spirit is validating your experience with that and Selfish both coming out. They may want to buy a car too - not for everyone. Like they can’t take you out but they can afford thousands down on a new car. Their priorities are they/them and what they want. They could be trying to work on it for you though, especially if you’ve called them out or held back from them altogether.

Messages:

- Selfish

- Soothing Presence

THE GOLDEN MIRROR 🪞

- Narcissist

- Love Bombing

- Self-Absorbed

- One-Sided

“Bye-bye, dumbass bullshit.”

You: 7 Wands, Strength, 3 Wands

Regarding: King of Cups

You’re sick of their shit 💯 You feel you have every right to be defensive of this person wasting time, breadcrumbing, giving you excuse after excuse on why they can’t do things, or why you can’t. You may feel held back from people you care about, specifically friends. But they can do it ok 👍 7 Wands shows a competitive vibe as well, feeling like you have to fight off competition, or “compete” for their time possibly. Because in the mutual energy, you’re both busy, so why is it your job to maneuver around this person’s priorities and stuff yours in a drawer? Particularly around money, that seems to be the thing they use against you, or a big one. You’re done 💯 Moving on and away from this, you feel you have every reason to enjoy your life without this person and you’re tired of feeling held back.

Messages:

- Kind 😊

- Moving Out, Moving On

PARTYING 🥳

- Time With Friends

- Having Fun

- Happily Single

- Living in the Moment

“A wise woman once said fuck this shit, and she lived happily ever after.”

Mutual: 8 Pentacles, 2 Pentacles, 2 Swords

Regarding: Page of Wands & Ace of Wands

Both of you are very busy people, you both have goals, dreams, things that excite you and motivate you towards a future you desire. No one has control over the other. You both go back and forth on whether you should talk to each other, expressing anger more than anything. You especially may not have said much out loud, just bailed. That could’ve left this person confused. There’s a lot unsaid and a lot unaddressed, it’s caused confusion on both sides, and stagnation towards improving this connection - if it’s even possible. Would you even want to? You both seem motivated to take action towards something new, new people, relationships, passions, etc. Both of you are changing and growing, and if anything, you could be doing this *in spite of* the other person. 5 Swords at the bottom is like both of you equally being like “fk you” to the other person, and moving on. The oracles here are beautiful, growth, letting past shit go, moving on and feeling alive again. It’s a good thing. I just don’t know if it’s gonna be together or not.

THE BUTTERFLY 🦋

- Evolving & Growth

- Next Phase

- Healing Inner Child

- Releasing the Past

Signs you may be dealing with:

Leo, Capricorn, Aquarius & Scorpio

[thewickedxrp]

             WELCOME SONG JUNHA

                                                         ⁠TO THE PROMISE LAND

DETAILS

age / age they appear: 22  occupation: bartender, sells charms and spells on the side group: none

PERSONALITY

mysterious and vulpine, often leaves others feeling as if he is purposefully omitting information — about himself or others also part of what is being left unsaid. what plays into the allure of it is that he’s naturally very charismatic and affluent, easily getting his way, a sweet-talker, penchant to luck, seemingly as if he was born under a fortunate star. somewhat mischievous, which is further supported by the powers he wields, and from it is born the skill of getting away from penalties. his attunement to the nature leaves him, however, a closer friend to animals than to those of humans and fellow witches; not necessarily seeking out solace and solitude in the slightest, but rather trusting the purity of animals more eagerly than those of a conscious mind. otherwise, approaching most creatures of the supernatural with the same kind of extended neutrality and unbiased opinion. if wronged, extremely spiteful and going as far as to conjure curses and hexes. his true, pure loyalty is hardly given, though when it is — it’s something he would never break. doesn’t believe in true love, believing that no one is capable of giving oneself in that manner.

HISTORY

trigger warning: mention of pet death and dissection in a sentence - none of it is detailed

born and raised in busan, to a simple life, in a fifty-something meters squared two-bedroom apartment on the first floor of a building long overdue for bulldozing. single child to parents too busy trying to keep money flowing, following — or at least believing to have followed — the linear path that would be his future. his life has been everything but ordinary; for as long as he could remember it wasn’t just his thoughts that he heard, not just chatter of a tangible voice, a voice of reason characterizing that of a human’s nature. it manifests when he is six, playing alone in his room, when a squeaky voice calls out his attention. the hamster he’s received as a gift, who’d become his new best friend for the next three years. it starts with the hamster, turns into understanding birds, understanding cats and dogs; the sound of wind singing gentle songs. he receives knowledge of nature, conversing with animals around him on the regular. to his parents, this was nothing but a product of an extensive imagination that a child can carry. he’s carried away into this world of assumed imagination, talking more to animals than children of his age. when he is nine, the hamster he loved dearly dies but junha doesn’t shed a single tear; comforted by agi telling him she’s loved every moment of a life seeming as an eternity to someone of her existence.

when he’s fourteen, the biology teacher has the class dissect fishes. he hates every second of it, a wave of nausea overpowering him. when it becomes his turn, instead of an incision, whence his fingers touch the cold scales of its body, it’s a breath of life that fills its lungs, rather than knowledge overfilling young minds. that, too, becomes excused; an overlook on the teacher’s end, nothing more than a mistake. no other explanation is plausible.

his mind is curious and seeks answers. sleepless nights illuminated by the screen of a computer, of a phone; picking books in libraries that have not known anything but dust for years. online forums, inquiries down into pathways an ordinary person should avoid. a witch with the gift of resurgence, attuned to the nature that surrounds him. surprisingly, he welcomes this knowledge well; the whispers he’d hear, an ever-present company for the past years, only a further confirmation. he leans into it, too, tentatively and with an approach of a scaredy-cat — little spells, he learns, are easy and come easy. little spells that turn into mischievous tricks, carried out with a smile of an angel.

it’s a secret he keeps away from his parents, knowing they wouldn’t understand. it’s a lie he tells them, with a diploma in his hand and a falsified acceptance paper, that he is attending the university on the island. it’s a truth, however, that he finds himself on the island of jeju within months — the sanctuary that has called for him, feeble spell carried by the power of wind; spell that he caught between the fingers of his hands, taking it in with eagerness and an almost greed.

the island forces a fresh breath of air into his lungs, magic flowing through and throughout: flowing between every person that walks by him, interlinking and intertwining, between tresses of thick treetops, following wiggling of lizards amidst short grass. it’s a welcoming that doesn’t need additional explanation.

he remains neutral on the subject of situation he finds on the island, mostly avoidant of the vampires even if someone would call it discriminatory; careful if they — for whichever reason — enter through the gates of the bar he works at. for the past two years he’s spent living on the island, albeit swayed by alluring words of the yuchae and the mugunghwa, junha has remained a lone witch, not belonging to a coven.

however, the wind changes, carrying whispers of animals that see all, telling him of the looming darkness that threatens to enshroud the island. he looks over, not once or twice, but thrice over his shoulder, making sure there is no shadow but his own that follows him.

[formulane]

Alone in this

Max Verstappen x Reader

Fluff, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3,525

Disclaimer: Hey! It’s my first time writing anything and English is not my first language, so please bear with me if there are some mistakes. This story has just been living in my head for the past year and I thought I’d try it here. Hope you enjoy it!

These post-race afterparties are usually held at some 5-star luxury hotel’s rooftop bar and today is no exception. A few hours ago Max got a step closer to becoming the world champion again, but that was honestly one of the last things on his mind. He couldn’t even pay attention to Victoria, who was eagerly telling him what Lio had done in the past week. It’s not that he didn’t care about his nephew - he loved him to bits and it was amazing that his family was here in Italy to support him. It’s just that lately there was hardly room for anything else except for her on his mind.

Everything she did looked so effortless. The way she lifted Jaye up and spun her around the dance floor, the way she moved to the beat, the way she made everyone around her feel light and… happy. It’s like she fits everywhere perfectly. Max was just mesmerised by everything she did and he just couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes off her.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight - she was dancing her heart out with his little sister at some fancy-ass afterparty, not having a care in the world. She had taken off her heels like half an hour ago when she realised it’s absolutely impossible to keep up with an 8 year old while wearing these. They were currently doing a routine to Boney M’s “Sunny”, with Jaye showing her all the moves and her following each and every one of them.

Occasionally, she glanced at Max and motioned him to join them. He loved it when she looked at him like that, full of hope and grinning from ear to ear. It made him feel like maybe he wasn’t alone in this. But every time, he just smiled in return to their invitation and shook his head no, although he would have terribly wanted to go there and enjoy her company. It’s just that he couldn’t let himself fall that deep - if he went there now, dancing with her and his baby sister, it would all feel awfully real. It would feel like she was actually his. And he couldn’t let himself drown too deep into that feeling, because in all honesty, he wasn’t so sure he would have the strength to swim up to reality afterwards.

To be fair, Max had never felt anything like that before. He tried pushing his feelings away for far too long until he understood that there’s literally nothing he can do to keep her from living in his mind rent free. It would have been bearable if it was anyone else, he would just make sure to ignore the person until he forgot them. But with her working at Red Bull in Milton Keynes and traveling with the team for every single race made it absolutely impossible to do that.

As everyone who has ever had an encounter with Max knows, he is really used to getting everything he wants. He has had his fair share of relationships, both good times and bad, but this was something totally new. With every past relationship, he had known what he wanted and well, in short, got it. He had never gotten no for an answer. With half of those girls he wasn’t sure to this day, whether it was because of him as a person or the fact that he’s in the world’s biggest money making sport. But with her… Oh, with her it was something entirely different. She makes him feel like there are no other people on the planet except for them and nothing else matters. And it frightens him.

Max has never felt as vulnerable as he feels now. He absolutely hates it, hates the feeling to guts. For as long as he can remember, his dad has taught him that being vulnerable is the worst thing that could happen to a person. That’s not how real men function and that’s definitely not how you become the champion of the world. But well, now he is the world champion, probably double in a weeks time, and he still feels like that. Because of a girl? Pathetic. How fucking pathetic. Maybe it’s normal? Or even good?

He takes a sip of his beer while his eyes are still glued to the dance floor. It must have been an hour now since they went dancing and Max is surprised that they were both showing no signs of tiredness. And for the entirety of that time, he has probably said like two words and kept his eyes glued to her. He must look like an utter creep right now, but-

“You do know you look like a total creep right now, right?”

Max forces himself to look at Victoria for a moment. To be fair, he absolutely forgot that she’s here and that they’re at a party. A party which in its essence was organised to celebrate his win. And there’s probably tens or hundreds of people here who would want to have a chat or just congratulate him, but he just can’t force himself to go talk some stupid empty bullshit with people he doesn’t even care about, when it means he could miss these wholesome moments in front of him. So he just turns his glance back to his two favourite ladies on the dance floor. The music has changed, a slower melody is playing and Jaye is now standing on her toes while she’s teaching her how to waltz.

“You have nothing to say? You just want to keep on looking like a perv until someone else points it out?”

Max sighs loudly and turns himself fully to Victoria.

“What is there to say? Or what do you want me to say? Huh?”

“Have you told her you’re in love with her yet?”

Max takes another sip of his beer. He is not in a mood to discuss this with Victoria right now. Or maybe ever. 

This is actually the very first time she has bought it up. Everyone probably knows and sees how Max is feeling anyway. A few months ago, Daniel made a joke about him trailing after her like a lost puppy every weekend and he got so mad he didn’t text him back for weeks, which is actually very unusual for them. After that, Dan learned that she is a delicate matter and not a topic to bring up with him right now.

“You’re delusional Vic, there’s nothing to tell. I’m just happy Jaye is enjoying her evening here, that’s all.”

Victoria lets out a loud laugh.

“I honestly don’t understand what your problem is. When will you pull your head out of your ass and finally stop sabotaging your happiness? She clearly feels the same for you, Max!”

Max sighs and looks down at his hands holding the green glass beer bottle in his lap.

“You literally don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You two have been stealing glances back and forth the whole evening and I’ve only been with you for a couple of hours. I can’t even imagine how smitten you two look every weekend and how oblivious you both are to the fact that you are in love with each other. Remind me to ask Daniel for the latest gossip, I’m sure he’ll agree with everything I just said.”

Max sighs again, for the hundredth time that evening. He is in no mood to go down that road with his sister right now.

“Vic, it’s not that simple, I-”

“What is so complicated then? I really do want to understand. Have you talked to her about your feelings? You know that mom thinks you already have a new girlfriend and that it’s more serious than ever because of the way you’ve been acting these past 6 months. She just assumes you’re not ready to tell us just yet.”

Max can’t keep that stupid smile from creeping to his face. His mom has always known him like the back of her hand. But he still thinks he can brush it off and bury the topic.

“Our mom is crazy and you know it.”

“Stop avoiding my questions, Max!”

He quickly checks the dance floor once more, making sure she’s still there and is not going to hear anything he will say next, before turning back to his sister. He is on the verge of spilling everything and at this point, and frankly, he doesn’t really care anymore.

“I.. Okay, fuck it. I haven’t told her anything. And for the record, I don’t plan to either. There’s too much on stake and I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have. I have some stupid little feelings and I’m going to get over them.”

Max knows his feelings may be stupid (well at least in someone’s opinion), but they’re in no way little. He has been feeling like this for a long time now and the longer he thinks about burying his emotions down, the more impossible it seems to him.

“Max, sorry for what I’m about to say, but you are such a fucking idiot sometimes. What ruining the friendship crap are you on about, I have never seen you this afraid of confronting someone and speaking about your feelings. Why do you want to overcomplicate things for the first time in your life? Why can’t you let yourself be happy? You need to think less with your pea sized brain and do what your heart tells you to do. Just like you usually do.”

At this point he can’t even be angry at her, he just can’t help but laugh at that. He knows Victoria is right and for the first time in his life, Max is going above and beyond to overcomplicate something that is supposed to be the easiest thing in the world.

“I.. actually don’t even have anything smart to say back.”

Now it’s Victoria’s turn to laugh.

“Exactly, listen to your big sister for once. No but really, Max, please think about talking to her. There’s no use to torture yourself like that, if you don’t do it, you’ll be forever thinking about what could have been. And beating yourself up about not trying.”

Max knows she’s right and that there’s no point in arguing with his sister even more. Sooner than later he has to talk to her about it. He takes the final sip of his beer and puts the empty bottle on the table.

“I know, Vic. I will when I’m ready.”

Just as he sits back on the sofa and turns his head up, he sees her reaching their booth with Jaye. Her hair is a mess and her forehead is a bit sweaty from all the dancing, but she still looks as beautiful as ever to him.

“Look who finally remembered that I’m here as well? Have you totally forgotten about your big sister, Jaye?” Victoria pulls the little girl to her lap and starts tickling her.

“It’s your mistake you didn’t come, Victoria,” Jaye giggles. “It was so much fun. She taught me so many new dances and I taught her some that I have learned in ballet. But we got tired.” Jaye yawns and puts her head down on Victoria’s shoulder, while her eyes slowly start to get heavy.

At the same time, she plops down on the sofa next to Max and takes a deep breath. Just as Jaye leaned on Victoria, she leans her head on Max’s shoulder and he can feel his heart starting to warm.

“That was quite the dance marathon you two had there,” Max chuckles as he puts his hand around her shoulders and hugs her close. “Thank you for spending time with Jaye. I think she had the time of her life.”

“Ah, don’t be silly, Max, I loved it. I honestly don’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. You definitely need to invite Jaye to more races if Jos lets her come.”

“I will keep that in mind. Just make sure you don’t start spending more time with my sister than with me.”

She looks up from his shoulder and smiles at him.

“Never.”

He smiles down at her and he swears he’d give anything to kiss her right then and there.

“Good. Do you want to have another drink? Or is the dancing queen too tired and would like to call it a night?”

She quietly yawns at the thought of sleeping and takes her phone from her bag to check the time.

“I think I’m actually going to head off. I saw from Instagram that Charlotte came here to see the race, so I really want to say hi to her quickly before leaving.”

“Okay, well let’s find her and then get the hell out of here.”

“Oh, no way, Max, you should say. This party is literally here for you.” She chuckles and takes a sip from her near empty drink from the table. “I really don’t want to burden you or drag you away from here.”

If only she’d know that Max has waited for the last few hours for this god awful party to end. Well, the party is actually not that terrible, but he’d much rather give it all away to spend even 5 minutes alone with her. So he leans down close to her ear and whispers:

“I would actually appreciate it a lot if you’d give me an excuse to leave here. I’ve had enough of the buzz for today.”

She chuckles at that and shakes her head.

“If you say so. I’m going to go find Charlotte quickly and then meet you at the bar, okay?”

“Works for me. Don’t be too long.”

He reluctantly takes his hand from around her to let her put her heels back on and say goodbye to his sisters, after which she dives into the pool of people at the rooftop bar. He tries to follow her with his eyes for as long as possible but after a few seconds she’s nowhere to be seen.

_______

They now sit in comfortable silence in the Aston Martin, after having their usual post-race change of thoughts. Usually, Max gets the car alongside with a personal driver from the team, but today was an exception. For which he is really grateful now, because it means he gets some uninterrupted alone time with her. She’s staring out of the window towards the setting sun and Max tries to focus on the road ahead, but can’t help himself to steal glances at her relaxed figure. 

Their hotel is actually more towards the city, but since they hadn’t eaten anything after the race, they decided to take a quick trip towards Lake Como and have dinner there. Their tiredness is long forgotten after leaving the party and an authentic Italian meal sounded just like something they need right now. They’re almost there and for the entirety of the car ride, Max has thought about his chat with Victoria.

She whips out her phone and starts looking for the menu of the restaurant they’re headed to. It’s something she always does, so Max is used to hearing every little detail about every single dish on the menu that she can find from the Internet. 

“I think I’m going to get pasta. I’m craving something creamy, so a Carbonara sounds in-cre-di-ble. Or maybe pizza. Oh, but their salads look so good as well.. and I definitely want a dessert. Max, they have panna cotta on the menu! Can we share everything?” she says enthusiastically while scrolling the menu on her phone. He chuckles at that and nods.

“Of course, baby. Anything you want.”

The pet name just slips. God knows he has thought for hours or even days about having to call her his one day, of all the pet names he’d give her, but never once has he said something like this out loud. He has just been too much in his own thoughts for the past 30 minutes and didn’t fully come back to reality.

She takes in a sharp breath and stays silent for a minute. Max thinks that he has fucked it up. Fucked it up tremendously. Why the hell would he say something like that out of the blue? To his best friend? 

But after a moment that seems to last forever, she puts her small hand on Max’s large one which is resting on the gear stick. 

Max can’t describe what comes over him right then and there but he has this overwhelming feeling of wanting to pour all his thoughts out and tell her exactly how he feels. Maybe the gesture from her is the last push and encouragement that he needed to come to the conclusion that he will never, ever be able to suppress these feelings and his longing to be with her is more powerful than anything else he has felt. Ever.

He brings the car to a stop near the lakeside and turns the engine off. He can feel her eyes on him, but he doesn’t dare to turn his glance to her, not right now. He just thinks that if he did, he’d probably want to kiss her right this moment, but he still has some things he wants to get out first.

“Is everything okay, Max? Why did we stop here? The restaurant is a few minutes from here.”

“Let’s get out of the car for a moment, I want to show you something.”

The place they’ve arrived to is quite magical, although he had no intentions on stopping right there. It has an amazing view of the lake and as they get out of the car, she gasps at the sight and walks straight towards the shore and puts her hands on the railing.

“Wow… We’re spending our days and nights on a random circle made of pavement smelling oil fumes when this is just 40 minutes away? I can’t believe it! Max, this is absolutely beautiful! Remind me to convince you to go exploring with me more when we’re travelling.”

Max doesn’t really need any convincing though, he would instantly do anything she wants whenever she wants it. He’s hooked. 

Max stands a few steps behind at first and slowly walks towards her until he is so close there are only millimetres separating his chest from her back. He wraps his hands around her middle and nests his head in the crook of her neck. Just like in the car, she inhales sharply and her breath hitches. Max waits for a second for her breathing to go back to normal and her body to get used to his embrace. He can feel she is holding herself back, but he tightens his grip around her a bit to let her know he is not going anywhere.

“Please breathe, baby…”

She lets out a shaky breath and closes her eyes. They stand there like that for a moment, until Max breaks the silence.

“I’ve wanted to tell you something for a while now.”

He slowly turns her around is his arms to face him. God, she’s beautiful. 

“And what would that be?” she asks him, speaking so quietly it’s hardly a whisper.

“I have been trying to push away my feelings for you for the last six months. I know it sounds cliche but you literally never leave my mind. And- and I thought I can just bury these feelings because I was afraid, afraid of having this kind of connection with someone. I don’t want to get hurt. I hate being vulnerable, so I pushed it all away.

But I realised today when you were dancing at that party with Jaye that I don’t want to keep myself from being the happiest I’ve ever been. I want you to know how in love with you I am, how much I want you to be a part of my life and how badly I want you to be mine.”

Max is out of breath after rambling everything out and now he’s anxious, because he can’t quite read the expression on her face. It’s a weird feeling, Max has never been anxious. Not in difficult racing situations and definitely not with a girl. He has always been the one who can not be shaken by feelings. But that’s probably what makes it real right now with her. 

She looks down at her hands for a moment and exhales a breath she has been holding in the whole time. Max takes his one hand to lift up her chin and forces her to look at him. She finally looks up with watery eyes.

“I thought I was alone in this.”

Max lets out a relieved breath and he swears he has never smiled that big in his life. Not when getting pole positions, not when winning races, not when winning the championship. Not ever. He knows he probably looks like an utter fool right now, just grabbing her face in his hands and forcing their foreheads together, while still smiling from ear to ear. 

She is now smiling as well and a few happy tears have escaped her eyes. Max tries to wipe away the tears quickly.

“How could you think that? At times I thought I’m so obvious that even Helmut freaking Marko can tell I’m head over heels for this girl!”

Her smile grows even bigger and she throws her head back in laughter. Max swears this is the only sight he wants to see for the rest of his life. But he can’t wait any longer, not when he has already wasted so much time being an idiot and not acting on this sooner.

He leans down and presses his lips to hers and instantly feels the hunger for her inside him rise. He can’t hold back the growl that escapes from him when her left hand travels to his neck and the right starts softly pulling on his hair. his hands start roaming her body and he thinks he has to pull away soon, or else he won’t be able to control himself anymore. The kiss grows hungrier and hungrier by the second and all Max can think about is how much lost time he has to make up now. How could he forbid himself this, her the whole time?

Reluctantly, she finally pulls away and a whine escapes from Max. They are both breathing heavily and from the way she is leaning on Max, it seems that her legs will give out any moment if they continue their make out session like this.

“I think I don’t want to go to that restaurant anymore.”

Max laughs at that and pecks her lips once more.

“Me neither. You have to hold me back and remind me not to go double over the speed limit on our way back because there’s nothing more I want right now than to be back at that hotel with you.”

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“Move the plans”

Pairing: Florence Pugh x actress!reader (platonic)

Summary: Florence tells you to cancel your plans when she ends up in New York.

Warnings: Nothing really bad. Mentions lactose intolerance? Idk if that’s sensitive to people. Probably some spelling errors.

A/n: Hello darlings! I’m back from my unannounced break. I decided to write a platonic Florence fic because she’s a sweetheart and I loved her as Yelena! Also for those who follow me, don’t worry, I will be working on a sequel to my Tom Holland “Sour” fic!! But for now, please enjoy this fic!😚💕

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You stood backstage in front of a mirror, looking at your appearance and making sure there were no wrinkles on the dress you wore. Your hairstylist was behind you, fluffing your hair and managing the stray baby hairs on your head. You were currently at NBC Studios in New York City, about to do an interview with the infamous, Jimmy Fallon. Tingles buzzed through your skin as you heard the cheers and music from the stage. Jimmy’s voice can be heard faintly backstage, only adding to your growing excitement.

The sound of heels clicking approached you, it took less than a second for you to feel the warm presence of Florence behind you. The both of you were starring in the upcoming Black Widow movie alongside Scarlett Johansson; after months of working together and spending days hanging out, you and Florence had become very close friends. She was, without a doubt, your favorite person in the world. Since the moment you met her, she had always been the most sweetest and caring person you’ve ever met—and you were proud to say you had her in your corner.

You met Flo’s eyes in the mirror and bright smiles were instantly on your faces. Turning around, you open your arms wide, and wrap them around her. Bear hugs were a must in your friendship with Flo, you both just loved receiving hugs from each other.

“Ahhh! I told you that dress would be perfect for tonight, you look stunning!” She squealed, tightening her arms around you. A day before Jimmy Fallon, you and Flo had been at your place with your stylist, picking out which dress you should wear for the interview. The dress was casual, but the color was so ever vibrant that it made the dress pop.

You pulled out the hug and looked at what she was wearing. Her gorgeous blonde hair was curled into loose locks and her dress was just as vibrant as yours. The pink of her dress and the orange (yellowish?) of yours complimented each other. Which coincidentally enough, was a parallel of your lovely friendship with Florence.

“Me? Flo, you look gorgeous! I’m so obsessed with this look!” You help her twirl, hyping her up as she showed off her outfit. After sneaking in a little mirror selfie and posting it onto Instagram, the two of you were given a five minute warning from one of the crew members. You and Flo were moved to stand behind the curtain, waiting for your cues to walk onto the stage.

While the two of you were getting mic’d up, Florence leaned closer to you.

“Can I be completely honest with you?” She mumbled, her stare remaining on the curtain before her. Your brow raises in curiosity as your head slightly turns to look at her.

“Of course, hun. What’s up?” You ask, your attention on her. She sighs and leans even closer so only you can hear her.

“I feel like I’m about to shit my pants.” She admits, swallowing nervously. Your mouth gapes, “Did you have iced coffee too?”

Flo’s face scrunches up in confusion, “N-no! That was me telling you I was nervous! Did you have iced coffee?” She fully turns to look at you and judging by the look of guilt plastered across your face, you did in fact have iced coffee.

“Maybe?” You answer, though it came out more like a question. Florence rolls her eyes at you.

“(Y/n), how many times do you have to be reminded that you’re lactose intolerant?” She scolded you.

You scoff, holding a hand up at her, “Trust me, I’m reminded every time I sit on a toilet.” You shake your head, trying to refocus the conversation.

“This isn’t about my poor digestive system—why are you nervous?”

She sighs, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I’m used to doing interviews and stuff. But I haven’t been on Jimmy Fallon, and there’s an audience out there and I don’t want to mess up or accidentally spoil the movie.”

You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “You may be British, but you’re not Tom Holland. You won’t spoil anything.” You start. She quickly shoots you a look that screams, “you’re not helping”. You make a gesture physically telling her that you’re getting to the point.

“You’re going to be fine! I mean you did Jimmy Kimmel right? This shouldn’t be that different, it’s the same thing—just different studios, in different states, and different Jimmy’s.” You point out. She nods along as you continue, “Plus, I’m gonna be up there with you. You won’t be alone.”

With the help of your reassurance and witty little comments, Florence felt her anxiousness simmer down. They weren’t completely gone but the fact that you were gonna be up there together made her relax more. Being part of Marvel had its pros and cons. Sure, the movies are spectacular and the actors are outstanding. Though when it comes to doing promo for said movies, it can be quite stressful. It’s a known fact that Marvel and it’s executives can be quite strict when it comes to interviews with anyone involved in the making of their films—their strictness made sense, although for first time MCU members, it took some getting used to.

Florence smiles at you, “Thank you.”

You playfully nudge her shoulder with yours, “Don’t worry about it.” You say with a kind smile.

The wholesome moment was interrupted by one of the stagehands telling you and Florence that the two of you were on in 15 seconds.

“Our guests tonight are making their big MCU debut in the new Black Widow film, please welcome (Y/n) (L/n) and Florence Pugh!”

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“So in the movie, there’s three of you guys—where’s the other one?” Jimmy asked, motioning his hand to the small space between you and Flo.

“She’s at home I believe.” Florence answered, glancing at you. “She’s busy doing stuff, you know—adult things.” She added.

You took the opportunity to make a joke and said, “Yet here we are promoting her movie.” You roll your eyes playfully. The crowd bursts out laughing, along with Jimmy, who smacked his desk.

“You know, we deserve a raise for this.” Flo considers, going along with your joke. She slightly snorts and nudges your arm with her elbow. “We could take Scarlett’s check and just split it in half for ourselves.”

“Problem solved.” You shrugged, high fiving her.

Another round of laughs fill the room as Jimmy says, “So you’re both taking Scarlett’s money?”

Jokingly, you nod in approval, “By the end of this interview? Definitely.”

Dropping the bit, you shake your head with a grin on your face. “I’m kidding! I’m only joking, I wouldn’t do that to her, even if I were forced to.”

Jimmy moves on as a picture of you, Florence, and Scarlett pops up on the screen. The picture had been posted on your Instagram and was taken while the three of you were filming in between takes. You were taking the selfie while Scarlett and Florence were poking their heads out from behind you making funny faces.

“I can’t imagine how exciting it is to be on a Marvel set, and to even work with one of the first ever heroes in the MCU—that must be insane!” Jimmy exclaims, motioning to another picture of the three of you.

“It’s unbelievable. To work alongside Scarlett and to follow this kind of path that she’s paved in the MCU is an honor. She really was like our older sister behind the scenes, because she was always guiding us and taking care of everyone. She’s the best.” Florence responded while you nodded in agreement.

“I watched the movie last night and one of the things I enjoyed the most was the dynamic the three of you had. You guys were like actual siblings.” Jimmy mentioned, motioning between you and Flo.

Florence giggled before squeezing you into a tight hug, “Yeah, she’s my big sister.” You smiled beamingly, patting her cheek before she let go.

“No, really! She’s like my actual younger sister.” You tell the audience, who “awed” at the hug you both shared. “We spent months on this movie and we spent every single day with each other. By the middle of production, we were basically roommates.”

“Roommates?” Jimmy questioned, leaning his elbows on his desk.

“Because I was always at her house.” Florence answered in a ‘duh’ tone. “I’ve actually grown an attachment to (Y/n), she’s like my comfort blanket. So I need to have her with me at all times. If she’s not with me, I just won’t leave the house.”

“Speaking of your attachment to (Y/n), there’s this video of you that you apparently sent her?” Jimmy gestured at you, “And you posted it on your Instagram and now the whole internet is obsessed with it.”

“Yup, that’s the one.” You confirmed.

“I know there’s probably some people who haven’t seen it, so here’s the video.” The video of Florence popped up on the screen and began to play.

(This fic was based on this TikTok😭)

Jimmy looked at you and Florence in amusement, “Can we get some context?”

Florence waved her hand at the screen and said, “As you can all see, I’m very persistent.”

“This wasn’t your first time sending her these kinds of videos?” Jimmy asked. You shook your head, a feign look of annoyance on your face.

“No, she does this all the time.”

“In my defense, I was unexpectedly flying out to New York for a project. I knew I was gonna be in the city for a few days, so I decided to call (Y/n) and make the most of my trip.” Flo defended herself, slightly pouting.

You leaned your head on her shoulder, “To be fair, it was also our first time seeing each other since we wrapped Black Widow, and we really missed each other.”

“(Y/n), did you have to move any plans?” Jimmy turns to you. Florence does the same.

“You know what, you never told me if you had plans or not.” She squints her eyes at you. Your arms crossed while your body slowly sunk into the couch.

You pretend to fix your lipstick, quickly muttering, “I might’ve moved some plans around.”

Florence’s mouth gapes in shock, her entire body freezing. She grips onto your shoulder, “Wait, you actually moved plans for me?”

“I might’ve rescheduled a lunch with someone, but that doesn’t really matter.” You replied, trying to move on from the topic. Jimmy pointed at you, a giant grin on his face, “You actually moved plans for Florence!”

Florence’s mouth was still wide in shock, “I can’t believe you actually moved plans for me—(Y/n)!” She whined.

“I missed seeing you, so of course I had to move them.” You bashfully explained, the corners of your lips turning upwards. Florence pulled you into a hug.

“Gosh, you really do love me!” She exclaimed.

“I really do!” You said, your arms wrapping around her as well.

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U-Hauling to Planet Earth Legacy Challenge

This is a 10-generation, alien-based legacy challenge! I created this legacy impulsively & wanted an excuse to play with aliens more. I like having colorful sims & since aliens are hella lame, I thought it’d be fun to create a legacy challenge surrounding them.

Basic Rules:

Each heir must be an alien (don’t ACTUALLY have to be aliens cuz ik how annoying they can be, at least look like it)

Heirs don’t have to be color-coded 

Heirs don’t have to be color-coded

Spouses/lovers don’t have to color-coded

If you are playing with occult aliens, spouse has to be alien otherwise their offspring will be human

Only money cheat allowed is “freerealestate on”

You may live wherever you please unless specified

Keep the lifespan on “Normal”

If you want to share your gameplay of this challenge, post with #uhaulingtoplanetearth or #uhtpe for short

I would like to thank @berryconfetti & @wlwsims4 for helping me with this challenge 

Generation 01: Orange 🍊

Growing up, your parents told you stories about a planet far away from Sixam. Tales about the different sims & biomes. Oh! And the food. Now that drew your attention. You LOVE food and trying out new flavors. You made it a life goal to become a chef- the only thing is the food on Sixam is bland. So you buckled up and traveled across the galaxy to taste something new.

Traits: Foodie, Loner, Ambitious

Aspiration: Master Chef

Career: Chef

Rules:

Have 1 set of twins, & only those kids (you may cheat for this)

Master the Chef career & complete the Master Chef aspiration

Master the Cooking & Gourmet Cooking skills

Break up with your lover after having kids & stay single for the rest of your life to focus on your family & career

Learn all of the 27 City Living recipes

Generation 02: Blue 🌌

Whenever your parent wasn’t obsessing over their unhealthy devotion to food, they’d tell you and your sibling about their past at Sixam. That little sparkle in their eyes when they reminisce caused the sparkles in yours. And thus started your passion for the stars.

Traits: Geek, Childish, Self-Assured

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Career: Interstellar Smuggler (Astronaut)

Rules:

Have at least 2 children

Master the Astronaut career & complete the Nerd brain aspiration

Master the Rocket Science skill & get to at least level 8 of the Fitness skill

Build a rocket ship & travel to Sixam

Be “Good Friends” with all of your kids

Complete the Alien & Space Rock collection

Generation 03: Yellow 📒

You always saw the magic and wonder in everything around you. For you, nothing is impossible as long as you believe in it. So why not use your child-like wonder to inspire others with a sheet of paper and a pencil.

Traits: Creative, Cheerful, Perfectionist

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Career: Writer

Rules:

Master the Writer career & complete the Bestselling Author aspiration

Master the Writing skill

Travel to another country (world) to gather inspiration for a book, until a sim catches your eye

Max out 2 other skills of your choosing

Once married, live in the country where you & your spouse met

Read your toddler(s) to sleep every night

Have your kids be close to the previous heir until they die

Generation 04: Bubblegum Pink 🩰

While words on a sheet of paper didn’t speak to you, music did. Even as a toddler the only thing you did was dance and sing. If your parent managed to make their childhood dreams come true, then so could you!

Traits: Music Lover, Self-Absorbed, (You Choose)

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Career: Musician (Entertainer)

Rules:

Master the Musician career & complete the Musical Genius aspiration

Master the Dance, Singing, & Piano skills & reach at least 8 of the Guitar skill

Turns out loving yourself more than your spouse isn’t a good thing, your spouse divorces you in your Adult years

Stay single after the divorce, you don’t need anybody else

Become a 5-Star Celebrity

Generation 05: Mint 🧼

The life of fame was NOT for you. The cameras in your face, having no privacy- it was all too much. So you moved from that life and settled for something quieter. You always wanted to have a loving family and to never have your kids experience what you went through.

Traits: Family-Oriented, Cat or Dog Lover, Neat

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Stay-at-Home Parent

Rules:

Master the Parenting skill & reach level 6 of the Wellness skill

Complete the Big Happy Family aspiration

Yikes! Turns out your partner lied when they said your alien origins didn’t bother them- you guys break up

Later get married to an alien who’s in a Business career & has the Good trait

Have kids with both sims (at least 3 in total)

All of your kids are straight-A students

Adopt at least one child

Own a dog or a cat

Generation 06: Purple 🍇

One thing you adored about planet earth is the lush green foliage. You could never compare the beauty of nature to anything, nor do you want to. It devastated you when you realized how much sims didn’t care for it. Luckily, they have you to fix it for them.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Squeamish, (You Choose)

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Career: Conservationist 

Rules:

Move to Sulani

Master the Gardening & Logic skills

Own at least 10 plants

Complete the Conservationist career & the Freelance Botanist aspiration

All of your kids are go-getters! Have them join the scouts & max out at least 6 badges

Your spouse has the Lifeguard career

Have a “green holiday”, basically doing anything you can to make your life a little more green (cleaning, gardening)

Generation 07: Green 🍡

Picture this: you are traveling the world, learning about different customs and cultures. Sounds nice, doesn’t it? Well, if only you stepped away from the beach life would you achieve this dream. Yeah, the year-round Summer is nice but how can you do anything if you just laze around? It’s time to move out and use your restless energy for once, and it all starts with a trip to a country you’ve never seen before.

Traits: Adventurous, Outgoing, Mean

Aspiration: Beach Life, Mt. Komorebi Sightseer, Jungle Explorer

Career: None

Rules:

Take annual vacation trips to Mt. Komorebi during the winter

Master the Fitness & Selvadoradian Culture skills

Marry a sim with the same love for adventure, they also have the Adventurous trait (you find them during one of your trips)

Complete the Beach Life aspiration as a teen & complete the other two after (no specific order)

Have a group of friends that you stay in touch with until the day you die

Some people can’t handle the truth. Have at least 3 enemies

A Midsummer Night: a holiday to spend time with your friends (Bar-B-Que, Fire, Fireworks, Invite Guests, Water Fun)

Generation 08: White 🕊️

While the adventures your parents took you on were like no other, sometimes it’s nice to just relax and not live like the world’s ending tomorrow. You decided to stray away from traveling and to settle down instead. The only problem is, you have no idea what to do when it comes to romancing sims. Maybe your good sense of humor will save you.

Traits: Active, Unflirty, Goofball

Aspiration: Inner Peace

Career: Comedian (Entertainer)

Rules:

Master the Wellness & Comedy skills

Have 3 failed relationships due to your incompetence before finding someone who’s able to deal with it

Complete the Inner Peace inspiration

Only have children with the successful relationship

Sheesh, you should’ve been more careful! Have 5 kids

Generation 09: Red 🍎

You love to learn about the earth and share your newfound knowledge with the world. And what's a better way to share it other than joining the Education career! Too bad you didn't realize how much it would affect you or your family.

Traits: Genius, High Maintenance, (You Choose)

Aspiration: Academic

Career: Education

Rules:

Master the Research and Debate skill

Enroll into University & graduate (I use these two mods to help make it more enjoyable: Faster uni graduation & faster homework) If you can’t use mods, mastering the Research and Debate skill as well as having the “Study Spot” lot trait will help

Marry a co-worker

Being a teacher of any kind can be very stressful. Unfortunately, you have the habit of bringing it home from work. You have a bad relationship(s) with your kid(s)

Complete the Education career & Academic aspiration

Generation 10: Peach 🍑

You never had a sense of stability in your life. Your parent neglected you and your family for their career and honestly, you couldn't care any less. The experience made you determined to never have kids. What's the point when Earth has cute little animals that need your attention? Well, that was until you had a little accident.

Traits: Clumsy, Hot-headed, Noncommittal

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Career: Veterinarian

Rules:

Master the Pet Training & Veterinarian skills

Own at least 3 pets

Have one kid from a FWB situation, & only that kid

Own a 5-star vet clinic

You'd rather not be a 2.0 version of your parent, max your relationship with your child

Never date, only have flings

Never reconcile with your parent