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FALLING FOR YOU ; MV1
max verstappen x reader
. . . in his own little way, max finds the solutions to his problems not without a little help from his friends and ends up giving you the confession of a lifetime
amgf yeah... there's this, just fluff. i won't be as active this week because of exams and research but this is prime time of my impulsive ideas so either i can milk this opportunity to write every single day, or avoid this app for the remainder of the week. enjoy 👍
Max strives for stability.
He enjoys the same routine that consists of jogging at eight am, early morning workout by nine am, brunch, a few rounds of sim racing, stopping by for a few phone calls and online meetings. If he isn’t expected to fly anywhere else he’d have his usual afternoon snack, play with his cats, more sim racing from six to eight pm, dinner with his team, reviewing data and notes, an hour for his own leisure— mostly sim racing, before heading to bed at one am.
Whatever happens in between is usually one of Lando’s plans in an attempt to spice things up in his life. Whether it’s going to the movies, buying ice cream at the convenience store down the street, or playing padel. Max is very much thankful for his friends.
Max also strives for the best.
He takes pride in his skills in racing and acknowledges his talent, and flaws. Honing them like a sharp knife through whetstones, he polishes himself and cuts through the defenses of the grid. He is a World Champion for a reason, and with a great car and team behind him, he knows they’ll get far. Max is very much thankful for the trust his team set upon him.
Max hates uncertainty.
Well- hate is too strong of a word and dislike would be too weak for his opinions.
Max despises uncertainty.
Especially when there’s you- the current root of all his “problems”. Despite his tendency to be blunt and straightforward statements, uncertainty always left a distasteful feeling in his mouth.
Realizing that his wavering feelings for you have now shattered the routine he built to perfection. Long gone are sleeping on time and hello to staying up with you crowding his thoughts. Head full of the lingering scent of your perfume and the same voice playing in his head.
Max hated it. He despised how you orbit around his mind, bouncing through the walls of the gray matter inside his skull. He often catches himself smiling at the thought of you- before a bitter scowl fills his face and an incredulous and slightly constipated look pasted on his face.
But that was the least of his worries, such feelings could be fixed (a term he used to convince himself these are temporary). It’s not that Max doesn’t believe in relationships or think it’s nothing but a distraction, deep inside he’s aware that he craves affection. It’s the vague emotions clouding his heart making him think twice.
Then again, Max is thankful for his friends.
“What did you say?” Lando squinted his eyes in the hopes to hear his words clearly. With a blank look- almost as if he put on a mask void of emotions Max spoke once more.
“Do I like YN?”
The rest tilted their head to the side, in confusion. “D-did you perhaps ask us. . . if- if you like someone?” George, asked once more to make sure of his words, sighing in disbelief.
“It’s not just someone, it’s YN.” Max pushed the question once more and glanced at everyone on the table.
The silence was deafening. Max’ statement was too loud and too quiet at the same time, no one spoke and they left each other contemplating on the next words he will say.
“I need help. How do I know I like YN?” Collective gasps were heard throughout and one by one they slowly left the group of friends on the table leaving Max with Lando and George.
“How about we sleep over your question and. . .think— think about it you know?” Lando, the first to talk regarding the revelation that their stoic friend has now developed feelings for someone.
“Sleep? I hardly get any sleep these nights. I want to confirm my feelings now so I can finally sleep peacefully.”
That’s when the pair noticed the bags under his eyes, mostly due to the lack of sleep like he said. Lando took a glance at George and started to talk telepathically at each other.
George sighs before pushing Max from his seat, “You see Max these feelings can’t be confirmed in a night, these requ-”
“It’s been weeks, George, I can’t lose sleep over such a trivial matter.” Max retorted with a firm stance using his lack of sleep as a front to confirm his feelings.
“Okay, first of all feelings are not a trivial matter. They are valid, and whatever is going on in your head about YN shouldn’t be taken lightly. Not because we’re curious but because we care about your emotional well being.” Lando spoke in a serious voice which only added on to Max’ confusion.
Feelings are not a big deal, at least not for him.
“And we're curious as to why you like YN.” George chimed as he followed the pair outside the room.
“Yes we’re curious but now how about I give you some romance books that you can study and read. Only you can confirm your feelings Max, let’s stop by my room and I’ll give you books you can read and next week- next week we’ll talk about this matter again.”
Lando now sounds like a mom scolding his child for misbehaving, dragging the latter to his room and sending him off with a tower of romance books.
Max is smart, he can understand such concepts by himself.
Feeling accomplished, Lando glanced at George smirking at him before walking away with Max to his apartment.
Max on the other hand went inside his room and began to bury himself in the books he brought along. “If I’m not sleeping at least I get my feelings in line.”
One chapter. And another turns to five and in the blink of an eye a week has passed. Max returned to his routine but instead of sleeping at one he pushed it to an even later hour to make time for reading which helped him sleep.
The first nights were hard, after finishing a chapter of the book he finds himself falling asleep and now you appear to become more vivid in his mind. Invading his dreams as romantic scenarios play on repeat while Max mindlessly sleeps which results in him waking up flustered and warm.
Passing by you on the paddock became frequent; it's as if the universe has its way to bring you together. Now everywhere Max looked there was you, in the corner of his sight you occupied a chunk of his thoughts and as much as he hated to admit he found himself anticipating your presence.
By the end of the week you managed to invade his thoughts and heart which only strengthened his theory and confirmed his feelings for you. With no time to waste, Max went to look for you. The second practice was over, he’s telling you what you’re doing to him.
With new found information from the team about your whereabouts, Max made his way to the hospitality locating where you’re assigned he opens the door abruptly to see you preparing food. You stand straight feeling the intimidating aura around him, you watch him exhale a sigh of relief before talking a large step in your direction. On instinct you back away giving him space, every step Max takes is a step backward from you.
Unknowingly your feet hit the corner of the marble countertop and like a cliché scene Max remembers from the books he’s been reading you stumble backwards.
Max is a racer for a reason, and with swift reflexes he managed to catch your fall and brought you up to your feet. “You should watch where you’re going. I don’t want you falling just like how I fell for you.”
Silence. Complete, utter silence from the both of you paired with the low buzz of the booming air conditioner right near you. You blink your eyes incredulously, “What?”
“I mean. . . I do want you to fall for me, it would be sad to find out that my feelings are one-sided. But I mean my words YN.”
You adjust your posture and back away. “What are the words Max? About me falling to the ground or you. . . you f- falling for me?” Your voice thins out at the end unsure of what you just heard.
“Both. I don’t want you to fall, it’s dangerous just like how you did to me. You enamored me with those charms, I just want to know how you did it.” Max spoke with the most bored and plain looking face he could muster up. His palms were sweating inside his pockets in extreme nervousness.
“Is this- is this your confession perhaps?” You try to piece things together, like the subtle clues Lando and George have been leaving out of nowhere.
“Yes. This is my confession.” Max blurts out as sweat drips from the side of his forehead. And just as he was losing hope from this failed confession your bubbly laugh bursts the silence in the air.
“You know, you need to work on your confession more. That was unlike any other, but I understand what you mean. Do you want me to fall for you, Maxie?”
Max stares at you and you don't miss the soft gaze he set upon you. You note the light blush spread around the apples of his cheeks as his eyes light up the moment you called his name. The once awkward silent air was now filled with a warm feeling that spread all over your body, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.
“I do. I fell for you, I like you, and I want to mean something to you.”
His way with words caught you off guard, Max Verstappen, who would’ve thought. You smile at him, this time it’s you walking towards his direction.
Max stiffened at the proximity between the two of you, his feet stuck to the floor preventing him from backing away. Your face gets closer to his and all the thoughts clouding his mind have been wiped away.
You face him and whisper something in his ear before walking away towards the kitchen at the back, legs shaking and breaths heavy.
Taking a moment to himself Max meditates in an attempt to calm his bouncing heart, legs shaking as if they ran a hundred miles, and his mind whirring into different ideas and possibilities.
Max never falls- literally and figuratively.
Yet you managed to be the root of all his problems. The person who made him fall, there was no doubt that Max fell and will still be falling for you.
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another night of jake coming home later than he said he would.. much, much later than he said he would. tonight was supposed to be date night. you were supposed to go on a picnic with him and you had spent the last two hours getting everything prepared. the words that he told you this morning replaying in your head. “i’ll be home by seven,, no worries.” well, now it was almost 11 and there was no sight of jake sim anywhere.
you sat on the couch, playing with the bottoms of your shirt as you contemplated sending him another text message after the last seven you’ve sent him in the past few hours. you picked up your phone to type another “where are you, jake?” as you heard the doorknob turn to the front door of your apartment.
you turned your head and saw jake entering the apartment, sighing as he dropped his bags on the ground, and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. ‘he must’ve been at the dance studio’ you thought to yourself as you stood up from the couch, walking over to him to make it visible you were there.
“i texted you seven times jake. seven times. you didn’t reply once!” you said in a frustrated tone. it was hard to be mad at him while he was in the state he was in. he looked so tired,, exhausted even, and his face was a bit moist due to the sweat from all of his hard work. you didn’t want to be upset with him, but you had been worried about him for hours.
“i’m sorry, practice ran late and i know i said i would be here at seven but things changed and now i’m here.” he said, trying to keep his cool, but you could tell he wanted to breakdown by his tone of voice.
he sounded so tired.. you wanted to hug him, but your pride was too hurt to do so as you stood in front of him in your pretty floral dress, hair and makeup done and a picnic basket on the counter, full of all of the food you made for him and you, and mostly all of them were his favorites.
“i was so excited for this jake, this isn’t the first time you’ve done this, you could’ve texted me and at least said ‘hey, sorry i can’t make it tonight’ and i wouldn’t be upset.. but you didn’t! i wasted my time getting ready and all of that food is ruined because now it’s all cold!” you told him as tears filled his eyes.
he had had such a bad day, and he just couldn’t handle much more.
“i wasn’t near my phone or i would had.” he said as he tried to hold his tears in, hoping that this conversation would now be over.. but it wasn’t.
“you wouldn’t of texted even if you were near your phone! you don’t think of me, jake. i’m not even in your top three priorities. it’s work, your members, your fans and then me, and i get that you love all of those things but where do i stand when it comes to the things you prioritize, jake? huh?” you asked him in a loud tone.
tears started streaming down his face as he listened to your words, and your heart began to break as soon as you saw the water droplets began sliding down his beautifully pouted face. your word vomit escaped you and you made him cry. you didn’t mean the words you had said,, you were just speaking out of all the anger that had been building up inside of you.
jake continued crying as he wiped his face with his hands and looked at you in the eyes. “i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean for this to happen, but that was low of you to say. i think of you more than anything so to hear you say anything remotely close to what you just said, hurts me. if you think you’re not my priority then i don’t even wanna know how you think of me.” he said as more tears streamed down his face, now causing your eyes to fill with tears.
again, you wanted to hug him. you guys had been arguing for the past almost three months now. on and off, over and over again, about the same things. you wanted him to be with you more and he can’t be.. and you know that to an extent, but with the way you miss him, you don’t even care to think about the logistics behind it.
“i-i’m sorry.” you said as tears started dripping down your cheeks. “i just missed you.” you said quietly, not knowing what more to say to make the way you just snapped at him any better.
you looked down at your feet, not wanting to make eye contact with him as you both cried, but to your surprise, two warm arms wrapped around you tightly, bringing you into a calming embrace. jake and you held each other and cried for what felt like forever, because no matter how many times the two of you argued, you both knew nothing about the way you felt of each other would change. the two of you were chemical.
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Mulder's Alien Baby Baby Trauma In-Depth (Part I): Per Manum, and Waking Up to Miracles
Waking Up to Fatherhood - The Past
Before Mulder's abduction, there were two brief times that Scully almost became a mother.
Both were linked to her stolen ova; but one little girl was born weak and sickly, her only purpose to be a lab rat for her government and to be loved in-between these tests by her adoptive parents. Mulder could not be a father to this hybrid, having failed to be a brother to a clone once already. And, sadly, in spite of all of Scully's training and all of Mulder's attempts, little Emily Sims could not be put back together again.
Later-- we will never know how much later-- he finally told Scully about her other remaining ova, the ones that didn't work. But she wanted to try, anyway.
So, before Mulder's abduction, there was a short period of time where he almost became a father.
It was a simple ask from her partner; and one that Mulder took time to contemplate-- whether by his request or hers or mutual understanding we will never know. But ultimately, he'd made his decision back in Home, Pennsylvania-- "I never saw you as a mother before" (though he'd later covered that intimacy in the motel with a biting "Night, Mom.") The donation was a mere formality.
It's established in a Per Manum script here and here (thanks @dunhamhairograpy and @x-files-scripts) that Scully was rushing into the process faster than Mulder, not having taken the time to think far enough down the road. But her partner-- whose mind was more often engaged elsewhere in the hunt for the Truth-- had. He'd thought about work, and he'd thought about them. But mostly he'd thought about the answer being "yes."
Scully cracked, crumbling in desperate joy and clinging to Mulder in sheer happiness. Her eyebrow popped up as self-preservation and distance engaged, doubts swirling at all the calculations, the changes, the unsaid conversations; but Mulder continued to hold her, luxuriating in the rich satisfaction of granting his partner her greatest wish.
When he was assured that Scully wouldn't step back just yet, Mulder lost his focus in daydreams, a secret contentment spilling out of his beautiful soul. Thrilling hopes and dreams of his own little Mulder-Scully poured from his eyes; and a softer, more paternal smile settled onto his mouth. This is the face of a man who accepted, fully, the anticipation and responsibility of fatherhood-- it's a heartbreakingly tender moment that he treasured to himself, as he had (until Amor Fati) never shared his deepest joys and sharpest pains completely with Scully.
(Side note: This is why I set the IVF arc before S7: Mulder still acted on his trademark guarded manner here, an aspect of himself that is set aside after Amor Fati--another post for another time. That revelation changed his outlook, his life, literally his mind. Here he was still reclusive, reluctant, shy-- all things that were swept away in the aftermath of listening to the world and realizing he only wanted to hear Scully.)
Scully still clung, hoping against hope she was reading this-- him-- right; and finally, finally she stepped back, doing her best to project an air of nonchalance. Anything to keep this-- this IVF this-- as low-key as she could, perhaps so as not to spook Mulder or perhaps not to spook herself; but her delight could not be wholly contained.
Her partner saw right through her, giving a little twist of his lips even as his eyes fixated on her flashing emotions.
To relieve Scully's sudden jitteriness, he quipped "At that part I'm a pro" and dipped, leaving her with the solitude she craved to pull her scrambled pieces back together.
However, despite his overthinking and her underthinking, both are a tad overwhelmed-- Scully noticeably so, though Mulder still shrugged off the moment and released a tense sigh before turning his enthusiastic smile back at his partner. There was no fear or reluctance in his posture, and only heightened reservation in hers; so it's safe to assume Mr. and Mrs. Spooky would have relaxed naturally into their impending parenthood long before Spooky Jr. arrived. Both wanted this, yes; and there would still have been some awkward bumps ahead, but it would have led them closer together. They were partners, after all.
Alas, that was not to be.
In the last IVF flashback, Scully walked back into her apartment, quiet and glum. When Mulder popped up on her couch-- having fallen asleep (and still trying to take up as little space as possible on her little people couch, even when unconscious)-- she is surprised to see him there.
Mulder explained, still a little slurred, "Scully? I must have dozed off. I was waiting for you to get back." Ever the gentleman, he offered a reasonable explanation for his presence in her space: even if he owned (and owns) a key to the place, Mulder wouldn't use it without a good reason or life-saving crisis (see post here.)
Her eyes were red-rimmed with more tears on the way; and the top of her hair was messed and staticky, likely having rested on her car steering wheel as the first onslaught of tears struck (as she'd cried before in Elegy and The End.)
Realizing she'd been irreparably caught, Scully shrugged into an acceptance of her grief, pulling her mouth tight in a shallow attempt to placate her partner's concerns. Tears still barely held back (not having expected Mulder to be there to catch her in the act), she slowly walked forward, stoically (if uncomfortably) willing to give Mulder his fair and equal share in this failure.
Nothing escaped her partner's wild, wide-eyed stare, realization sinking his tentatively celebratory feelings. For a moment he just observed, eyes falling before sweeping back up to ask ,"Didn't take, did it?"
"I guess it was too much to hope for," Scully replied, pain cracking through at Mulder's overt disappointment. Her "Starbuck" guilt rose up to accuse her: when Scully loses, she's "failed"; and this personal failure went deep. Discouraged-- and not strong enough to fully engage with Mulder's pain, though she knew it was there-- Scully gave up hope.
Mulder was having none of that-- the same facial expression, too-- as he swept Scully up in his arms, not allowing her guilt to add to the burdens on her back. It's a zany comfort all Mulder's own: none of that, Scully, of course it wasn't too much to hope for; sure, we might never get that wish, but that didn't mean it was worthless to hope all the same.
But, again, his deeper disappointment cracked through once Scully could no longer see and blame herself for his pain.
"It was my last chance," Scully keened, straining with everything in her not to lose control, not to completely despair.
The brittle brutality gripped the both of them; and Mulder tightened his hold, rocking them into a calm only two souls united in this grief could experience.
His strength and comfort allowing her to settle back into herself, Scully pulled back just before being hit with a fresh wave of hurt; but Mulder settled that, too, with his special brand of soothing: a forehead kiss.
"Never give up on a miracle," he intoned in accents he'd never used before: solid, unshakeable, unwavering faith tempered by fully matured love.
It was almost too much for Scully; but she dodged last minute to plant a kiss on his cheek instead. (Another reason I believe this took place before Amor Fati: Scully had claimed her right to forehead kisses after his dream confession and revelation. Here she is still too tentative and unsure. Another discussion for another time.)
Mulder consumed her like the ouroboros on her back; and the two closed the loop, clinging to each other-- reclaiming their life and future even with the death of their dreams.
Waking Up to Miracles - The Present
Mulder spent the last three months being split open, pulled apart, and screaming for Scully's help.
Then one night, he stopped waking up.
When awareness does slowly return, his eyes open in a hospital, groggy and sluggish... and he can't remember what happened to bring him here. But that isn't unusual in his line of work; and he knows memory will return with time.
As usual, Scully is stationed by his bed, hesitantly blissful in the face of-- what he considered to be-- another of his mundane recoveries.
It's too tempting to take advantage of her eagerness; and his playfulness gets the better of him. "Who... are you?"
After he's deemed she's had the proper reaction-- shock and a possible heart attack-- he mischievously beams back at her, resuming their usual cheerful hospital camaraderie.
But... her reaction is stronger than usual: a sudden whoosh of relief, swept-aside bedside manner leaving room for open, intimate glee. Her haunted eyes almost speak for her-- "Do you have any idea what you've been through?"-- make him more serious, contemplative.
"I know what I see in your face." Feeling cared for, comforted, to the pit of his soul as his partner begins to stroke his hair, he mouths "I love you", lighting her face up with trembling gratitude.
And him knowing her, still, and loving her, still, melts Scully. He watches as she sinks down in weighted grief and heady relief by his side, soaking her tears in his hospital gown. Although he tries to move closer to comfort or cradle her, his body, he finds, is unyielding. His sober mood turns somber, trying to catch at the greater mystery snagged under so much heartache. Despite the sleep of recovery tugging at him, there is no way he can rest without making her feel better.
"Anybody miss me?"
His partner's choked laugh and her sturdier grip assure and relax him more than any reply; and he drifts off, content.
Mulder misses, however, the severity of his injuries, the signs of his partner's advanced pregnancy, and the shadow of her new partner lengthening the doorway.
But those wait, lurking, with his nightmares.
Thank you for reading~
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Chapter One - Dating Sim
In the secret realm of guilty pleasures, where indulgence meets amusement, lies a world where chocolate conspiracies and Netflix binges are celebrated like noble quests. A place where ice cream tubs are thrones, and the remote control wields power unmatched by any swords. The dessert of existence – delightful, often decadent, and occasionally leaving you questioning your life choices. In the grand symphony of life, guilty pleasures are the cheeky notes that play when society’s serious strings take a coffee break.
Or, in Marinette’s case, during your coffee break.
“Oh, Ladybug, Ladybug, Ladybug! What are you doing?”
Sitting on the bench by the side of the Seine, Marinette moved around a little to try and get herself more comfortable. She continued to angrily tap around on her phone.
She was sure she hadn’t instructed her sim to do this!
But then again, she wasn’t paying as much attention to the screen as she probably should have.
Her eyes shifted back down to her phone, the speech bubbles appearing as her character started talking once again to the guy she was trying her hardest to date. It was such a shame that no matter which option she chose, her character still managed to mess it up.
Example A: Ladybug landed on the rooftop in front of a worried Chat Noir, yet every option she chose he seemed to get angry and vault off into the sunset. She’d reset the level multiple times and was still failing at getting her date.
…Much like real life.
Reset!
She slammed her finger down on the button, spending another 75 cents on replaying the goddamn level with another option! This should not be this hard.
Once again, her character (Ladybug) landed on the roof and strutted sassily over to her partner. If she remembered correctly, this was the walk that had got her the furthest last time.
Chat Noir turned around slowly. His face was like thunder. Okay, she had two options here.
The free option: Tell him a pun about cats in the rain
Or, another 75 cents for an upgraded response of grovelling at his feet.
She’d worked a few extra hours of overtime this month, so why not go with the upgrade? She pressed the button and began to chew on her lower lip. This had to work this time.
Chat Noir crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head away before the words appeared in the screen:
‘It’s been years, M’Lady!
Why now? Why do you want to be with me now?’
“Because of your insanely hot body and the fact you're my best friend!”
She tucked her lower lip under her top teeth and considered her next options.
Choice A: Tell him that he’s insanely hot now and you can’t stop thinking about his body, preferably naked.
That’s a coinkydink!
Choice B: You’ve always loved him. But you’ve been scared because he’s your best friend.
Pfft! They had no idea how close this was to real life. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she drummed her nails over her top lip. A, or B? A, or B? Hummm…
B.
Ladybug began to grovel to her partner, his eyes trailing back on her and fixing her with an intense gaze. Her body shivered with the effects, her own daydreams giving her a real life example of that specific glare.
Oh, those beautiful, world moving eyes!
‘Ladybug’ had laid it all out for him. Now it was his move. She chewed her bottom lip in anticipation.
Come on, come on, come on!
The speech bubble appeared and…
‘I’ve waited for years to hear you say that! Unfortunately, you’re too late! There’s someone else. I’m sorry, Ladybug. Goodbye.’
Slamming her phone in her lap, she couldn’t help but let out an incredibly annoyed huff. How the hell did she get a date with Chat Noir! She’d tried everything and spent far too much money on her upgrades — her suit now sporting a few rather risqué holes. She’d contemplated transforming her real suit to match, yet there was no real reason to transform anymore, so she’d just be swinging around Paris looking like a support act for the Moulin Rouge.
Finally wanting to be friends with her phone again, she lifted it up, glancing at the time and nearly launching herself into the Seine. She needed to move fast if she was going to make it to her class on time.
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mint chocolate shirt — profiles : mint choco HATERS + sunoo
meet the members !
yang jungwon (user: iamgone and jungkooks#1fan) - 04 LINER, known for being calm and mature but the complete opposite when it comes to the girl that stained his shirt on his first inkigayo performance, loathes mint choco after that incident even tho he’s known as “mint choco boy”, often gets forced into doing things against his will 💔💔
lee heeseung (user: onmy13threason) - 01 LINER, was told everything would be fine after he debuts (everything was not fine), hates mint choco ice cream as well but WILL buy some just to annoy jungwon, thinks about going to therapy daily for all the stupid things his members have done or said
park jay (user: fashionabledamn) - 02 LINER, jungwon’s lifeline, the only (maybe) sane person, somehow always knows what to say and gives pretty good advice, gets teased a lot but he finds it endearing
sim jake (user: physics#1fan) - 02 LINER, he once did jungwon’s math homework for fun and now every kpop idol still in school is asking him to do theirs, has contemplated starting a business out of doing people’s math and physics hw but decided against it, can be a little gullible but it isn’t too obvious
park sunghoon (user: futuredilf) - 02 LINER, either makes really good jokes or horrible ones, funny to watch play games cause he gets so into it, likes to say he’s the best looking in the group to annoy sunoo
kim seonwoo aka sunoo (user: theliteralsun) - 03 LINER, supplies jungwon and the group with some interesting gossip, is done with the members 90% of the time, does not sympathize with jungwon in the mint choco incident because he thinks it’s his fault, scares jungwon every time he eats mint chocolate ice cream and records it every time for blackmail
nishimura riki aka ni-ki (user: suckondeeznuts) - 05 LINER, never stops teasing and pranking the members, always talks about how the mint choco girl is his idol to annoy jungwon but who knows if it’s still a joke at this point, keeps bugging jungwon to buy him stuff like they don’t have the same amount of money in their bank accounts
SYNOPSIS. back in 2020, jungwon accidentally bumped into a girl, causing her mint chocolate chip ice cream to stain his crisp white shirt. with no time to change, jungwon had to go to his first inkigayo performance with a huge green circle on his shirt that his members constantly tease him for. now, two years later, jungwon bumps into you again, only this time, the mint chocolate chip ice cream stains your shirt.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE. posting all the profiles now cause why not 🤗🤗 also thank you to everyone who rb and commented 🫶🫶
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gave my sim dan a big titty goth girlfriend makeover and now i’m once again contemplating my life choices
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Wanted to give you an update on whats been happening
So ive put my plant updates on hold for a second. Ive been working on updating recipes due to changes that happened thanks to the last patch/home chef hustle pack........ custom ingredient tags have changed in the recipes, such as the ones SCCO or SCCOR uses........ so im making those changes and ill be adding the prepped ingredients to some recipes where it makes sense. When all is said and done, my recipes will require other files...... these required files will be updated every time a new recipe gets released........
on another note, i have a new plant that will be coming out in time for halloween..... ive contemplated going the simblreen way by turning on my porch light for the release of this plant, but i simply dont have the time to do it that way..... which is why it will just get a normal release like my past halloween creations....... so be on the lookout for it........ I have a feeling it will be on the lookout for you.
after halloween, my modding will come very close to a complete stop due to the madness i create for myself in real life for christmas. once im done with my christmas dealings, i will be back to modding more. I look forward to getting the rest of the plant updates out at that time. Then I will be getting to work on creating new stuff for you guys as well as updating leniad recipes. I have tons of stuff i wanna create/mod so im happy to know sims 4 will be going strong for a while longer.......
When the next sims generation comes out, i cant guarantee that i will make mods for it, my plans are to stick to sims 4 for now...... if modding the next game is as easy to me as modding sims 4, then you will probably see me creating and converting things over to the new game.
If you would like to support me in my modding, I do have a patreon. I want you to know that even though things will be slow for the next 2 months, it will pick back up again.
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a fresh new start? just a way forward →
After such a long time of feeling absolutely sick of being tired 24/7 my doctor decided to once again write me sick for a bit. I have so much going on in life that it did take a bit for me to regain the slightest bit of feeling human. But I am happy to say: I'm back 🎉
I have been working on a lot of things in the background, updating things and making lists of what I am going to do. Due to my long hiatus I have contemplated a lot of things, but I am happy I can be here again.
This list of goals has not changed that much for the past year, but I more then ever want to keep myself to it. Health always comes first, which has been a big struggle the past months. But you all are my wonderful second!! Which I wouldn't want to miss for the world. This has made it even harder and therefore I love all of you that stuck by me through it all 💖
As most of you might know our lovely community of friends across all the platforms is called: the Mythical Circle of Friends. I added new discord roles, which for now are twitch point redeems. They are based on herbs as: Dew of the Sea = the latin meaning of my name Rosemary = a herb.
I have been enjoying streaming a lot for the past almost 2 years already 😱 and it's definitely here to stay. I've had a lot of people ask me why I streamed so much yet don't make cc. The answer is simple: making cc takes a lot of time and trail and error. Streaming is a way for me to relax and actually play the games I enjoy. When I was jobless I made a lot of cc but rarely played the actual games.
On stream we also do: Analogue Photography, Drawing, CC creating. Play a lot of: the Sims, Planet Zoo, Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing. I usually stream on my days off (Thursday/Sunday) and the evenings before. This can change though due to health or other things happening. Follow me on Twitter, Twitch or Discord to know when I go live.
I'm still thinking of making nice YouTube and maybe TikTok videos, but one thing at a time.
CC for the Sims is of course something I will always keep doing! It is what I love to do and have done for over 10 years now 🚀 I have organized it for the coming future into 3 categories: redoing the worlds (as part of my Twitch series where we turn every Sims 4 world into something completely different), art (I would love to add more art to the game as I am an artist), themed sets (stepping away from EA-edit I want to mainly focus on themed sets of things I like to create)
→ be warned though that I am working on redoing my old cc and that not everything will be available for the time being or could be broken ←
Thank you for joining my "I'm back" announcement 💗 can't wait to show you all the things I have been working on.
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So, some things I've been doing in my game lately to help me feel better connected/not bored have really been helping create a better connection with the world as a whole, to the point I've been heavily debating rotational gameplay! Let me tell you, I aint felt that connected to my sims in a VERY long time so I consider this an improvement!
Things that helped me feel better about my game/made it fun for me again:
No more speed 3. Stop it. What was the point of the devs making those animations if you ain't even gonna watch? Force yourself to only use speed 1 if your sim ain't asleep or at work, plus your game will run better!
Custom holidays! Update EVERY holiday and really contemplate what you want to achieve out if the holiday. I recommend the 'No Awful Holidays' mod as a fairly realistic/grateful change. Say your sim doesn't feel like celebrating or maybe doesn't like a particular holiday? This means you can also go WILD and add so many new cool holidays! Some holidays I've added; Frog Day, Mental Boost Day, Good Karma Day, Summer Break, Fall Activity Day, Conservation Day, Days specifically for each occult, etc! I'll list more holiday traditions below as well!
Speaking of which, clubs are a great way to create a solid friend group and make them really utilitarian to what skills and relationships you need to boost. Want to get ahead in your career? Coworker group outings! Family needs a park daytrip? There's a club for that! Here are a list of expanded club activities to help you make a club for just about anything!
Give your sims routines! I make it a point now to make my sim go to the bathroom, wash their hands, brush their teeth and get a shower every day. Let's at least give them a better life than depression lol
Changing their style often! Don't get me wrong, I know you worked hard to make your sim perfect the first time but how many times have you changed in your life? How many hair cut styles and colors have you tried? And MCCC is your friend. Use that copy and paste feature in the dresser section to copy your sims current makeup, hair and accessories to cross post to your other outfits and thrive! (This last part is only helpful if you don't want your sims pillow to be covered in lipstick lol)
Take so many pictures. I'm actually not much of a picture taker but I've found taking more pictures has made me feel like I was there for their memories and that's sweet lol it also makes me more invested because I can go back and realize just how much time I've dedicated to my sim. This can be good or bad :p
Playing with walls up. Look I totally used to be a half wall/walls down type but once again, why did you decorate those walls if you wasn't gonna look at em? Plus really gives you that /godmodevibe/
Save often. Crashes suck and I am a spam saver during gameplay but am the worst when it comes to building 🙃 I try to do better but it's hard sometimes and I learn the hard way lol
Go out WAY MORE!! I am a hermit in my real life and I tend to stay 'lot-locked' jut bc I hate the loading screens. Place some of those amazing community lots from the gallery down and explore! More pictures! More memories and more options for story telling; anything can happen in the public lol
That's all I got for now. I hope this helps somebody bc these changes have really amped up my experience!
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Spooky Month: The Dating Sim
Part 18
(I'm mainly just doing this because it's fun to watch, but this is basically a spooky month interactive thing/poll which is kinda like a dating sim. Of course, only the adult characters can be your love interests. So do take that in mind.)
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You said yes, but then asked if she were okay.
The woman replied, "Yeah.. I'm okay." She then paused for a moment, and blinked. "Oh!" Noticing your dropped box of donuts on the ground, she picked it up and handed it to you before you could grab it yourself. "Here—sorry for running into you by the way."
You said that it was fine once more, grabbing the box of donuts and holding it in your hands. You only hoped that they hadn't been messed up somehow when they had hit the ground. At the very least, you could always make your own food at home. So maybe it wouldn't be that bad if they were messed up?
You then spoke up again, reassuring her that she couldn't have possibly seen you coming from around the corner. The woman paused, and said, "..well, if you say so. Just be more careful, okay? You almost fell onto the ground there."
You nodded slowly in response, and said that you would be. After an awkward moment of silence, the woman looked away and smiled. "Well.. bye." She said, raising up her hand and shaking it back and forth to give a physical gesture of saying farewell.
You gave an awkward farewell in return, and the two of you slowly parted ways in silence. You sighed as soon as you turned the corner. Soon, you'd be home, and then you could eat your donuts. You could relax a little more until Lila called you whenever she was done working. You wondered why you kept bumping into you though.
You internally noted to at least be on the look out for others so you wouldn't accidentally bump into them, and continued on your way home.
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You had already been home for a few hours now ever since you arrived. You recalled eating donuts whenever you got back, and fortunately, they hadn't been too messed up. You were still able to eat them. And afterwards, you mostly relaxed around your home all day.
Currently, it was now dark out, and you were sitting on the couch with your phone gripped in your hand. You had been contemplating trying to call Lila for a few hours now. You had already added her into your contacts, but you hadn't sent a message yet. Perhaps you could send one before calling her?
You slowly sent a message to the number she gave you, which had been clarifying who you were and asking whether or not this had been Lila.
There was a bit of silence for a brief moment. You continued sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the screen. You let out a sigh, and hung your head over the back of the couch tiredly with a half-lidded gaze. You'd most likely have to do a bit of waiting before she answered.
In the corner of your eye though.. you saw something pop up on screen. You looked back to the screen, trying to see what it had been.
It had been a message from Lila.
It read: "Hi! Yeah, it's me. Do you wanna get on call now?"
You could practically hear her voice radiating through her message. You smiled, a little too happy that she answered. Quickly, you typed out a response, saying that you would want to call her.
Not wanting to waste any time, you clicked on the call button. And the phone rang with her caller ID on it. It rang, and rang, and rang. Over and over. Until finally, there was a click.
You then heard her voice speak from the phone, sounding as if there was static behind it due to the quality of what must have been whatever type of phone she had. "Hi!"
You greeted her back, smiling to yourself. The curves of your smile were stretched upwards to your cheeks, making your eyes slightly crinkle. You felt like there was a sense of sunshine within you waiting to burst out and glow.
Awkwardly, you asked how she had been.
"I've been.. fine. It was just another boring day at work. I don't think I'm feeling too good about tomorrow though." She stated, speaking in a somewhat exhausted tone. You could hear the sounds of a high-pitched, childish voice giggling in the background. Your heart thumped though, not in a tingly way, but in a way that felt somewhat heavy. Like a drum being pounded against. You wondered what it was she didn't feel too good about.
You asked if she wanted to talk about it.
"Hmm.. I don't know. I don't wanna make you worry about me the first time we call eachother." She said back.
You paused, before saying that you didn't mind listening to a problem of hers, even if you didn't exactly know her all that well yet.
She went quiet, before laughing. "..well, thanks. That's sweet of you."
Lila sighed, and said, "I just.. my works been pretty hard lately, and I've always sent my son to his friends house to stay there until I got back. Or I just hired a babysitter.. but I don't really think any of his babysitters.. get him. One of them said he had too much energy, and another said that he was just too annoying to deal with. I almost slapped that one in the face for saying that about him.." She spoke somewhat quietly, most likely not wanting her son to hear what she was saying. Even so, you kept listening.
"I know I can easily just let my son stay at his friends house since his friend has a grandpa who already stays there anyway. But I just wish there was someone who could babysit him, and just.. understand him. I've always been fine with what my son likes, because it makes him happy. And it makes me happy too. But sometimes I just think there should be someone else who can look after him, you know? It isn't like his friends grandpa is gonna be around forever.." Lila spoke, sounding somewhat solemn. She sighed. "I think works been making me stressed lately too.. I just wish there was a way I could relax without my son having no one to care for him."
You thought for a moment. You frowned, feeling your heart soften for her. She sounded so.. exhausted and stressed. You couldn't help but feel a little bad for her. But you were unsure of what was the best option for this situation.
You thought for a moment.
You then got an idea.
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My relationship with poses.
Me: Gee, I have an idea for some pictures, but they’ll need to be posed.
*spends hours looking through poses and finding a bunch that might work.*
*dumps poses into game, loads it up, loads household*
*fiddles around with posing sims for about an hour or two and taking pictures*
*decides everything looks unbelievably stupid*
Me: Nope, this is just too hard.
*exits game, deletes all poses and pictures, and is grumpy for a day or two about wasted time*
I go through this entire process every once in a while, and it always goes the same way, and yet when I get another idea I think, “Maybe it’ll be different this time!”
What’s that definition of insanity, again? Something about doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results? Yeah, that.
And yet! ....Here I am, contemplating downloading a bunch of poses because I have An Idea.
*headdesk*
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wait b4 i play sims 2.
1. pls understand that i enjoy sending & receiving memes. if u send me a bunch of memes i will find ur tag & send you a bunch back once i feel like we’re Besties. i will never not answer a meme that u send me (thats a lie i owe two memes from 2022 for lotommy & braylo TEEHEE) and i sometimes prefer them so we can still work on our dynamics without doin long ass threads. unless u wanna make it a thread! then we will. :>
2. i am contemplating writing drabbles. family drabbles, in between drabbles, ship drabbles if requested / i’m feelin Emo & decide to gift it to a partner. so yea.
3. gonna finish this love headcanon i’ve had in lo’s drafts for fucking ever ago then maybe write one abt alonzcia like i said i would.
4. throwing it out there that this is still a low activity kinda vibe bc of my job & my ADHD so i will oscillate between reblog sprees & radio silence if i have no drafts. i swear i’m NOT going ghost after 1-2 months again like i usually do i PROMISE!!!!
5. and thats it
okay love u byeeeee
#CAN’T BE MAD AT ME. — 𝖔𝖔𝖈#dont worry i still love it here#still very thankful that u guys love my lil chubby cherub bb
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Ooh 18 or 24 on the prompt thing!! I'm sooo excited to read anything spicy you write darling
18. “Swallow.”
I’ve done this one here x
24. “You can do better than that.”
“Thank-” Wilhelm only gets out half the word, before he’s out of breath, panting into the pillowcase cushioning his cheek. “Thank-oh fuck, oh my- Simme!”
At barely an inch more of Simon’s length lovingly pressed into him, where he’s wantonly spread out on their bed, he loses all focus. Attempting to press his hips further back, trying to get more of Simon inside him, he’s delirious with desire.
“Oh baby, what did I say?” Simon’s disappointed. Wilhelm hears it in these syllables, feels it in the tightening of Simon’s fingers around his soft hips, not giving any room for him to move. For him to take.
“You s-said,” Wilhelm tries, he promises he tries, but it’s so fucking hard when- “Shit, Sim-shit.” When Simon gives him more, again, just a little more. And it’s not enough. But, “Thankyou,” Wilhelm pushes out, words melding together in their rush to leave his lips. “Yousaid,” he huffs, “I-thankyou, need to...”
But Simon just tuts at him, pulling at his rear, spreading him apart to more clearly see Wilhelm taking him slowly (so slowly), and so well (so fucking well).
Then, with a sharp sound, Wilhelm feels warmth bloom across the outside of his right thigh, Simon landing a sweetly sensual smack.
“Come on, baby,” accompanies the sound, the sensation of everything within Wilhelm tightening exponentially fast. “You can do better than that.”
Another smack, on the left.
“Oh, fuck, I... thank you, I...”
“See? Was-”
“Thank you, Daddy, I- Thank you-”
“-that so hard?”
“No, I... Thank you.”
“My darling, what are you thanking me for?” Simon talks over the top of Wilhelm, because now that Wilhelm’s found his words they’re not leaving him, not if it’s their presence that will have his Daddy pushing even deeper into him. “Hmm?” Simon asks, running fingertips over what must be a pink mark at Wilhelm’s outer thigh; the imprint of his sharp hand.
“I... Thank you,” is all Wilhelm knows. It’s all he knows.
Simon must understand, because all he says is, “For this?”
And Wilhelm has only a split second to wonder ‘for what?’, before Simon drives into him with a force he hasn’t known all night and Wilhelm’s knees give out from under him. His voice is caught in his throat, once more, and the only threads of consciousness important enough for him to contemplate for the rest of the night are those tying him to his Simon.
Thank you, fuck, thank you.
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i might be writing drabbles if you wanna send me one of these prompts (but you can’t prove it)
#god i have a problem#forgive me for my sins#or don't i guess#hell sounds like a fun party#more upside down smileys#wilmon fanfiction#ask#anon#writing ask#fic
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Ello! I’ve been following the blog for a while! It helped me lots figuring out I was Ace and also is such a lovely positive space so first and foremost thank you for your hard work and dedication to it! <3
Second off all I seem to be in search again wondering if I may be in the aro spectrum as well! I’m not as sure as I enjoy engaging with fictional romance (daiting sims, shipping, reading some romance novels) and I’m even in a romantic relationship irl. That up until now has lead me to believe I am probably not in the aro spectrum but considering a lot of things lately I’ve noticed my interest in romance is very nebulous and undefined. I can’t really explain why I’d prefer a romance over a friendship, I struggle to act overly romantic unless I’m prompted severely, and my interest in fictional romance turns out to be much weaker and vague than I had initially assumed.
So Is all kinda confusing, and I guessed if there was a place to ask it would be here. And once more thank you so much!
Yeah, so one way I like to look at being aromantic is that it's not alloromantic. So that is to say whatever your experiences around romance, they feel different than what you feel would be expected of you if you were alloromantic.
So aromantic people can still enjoy fictional romance and even have real life romantic relationships and enjoy or get something out of doing that, but there's something going that feels like even when you do that it feels different than one an alloromantic feels.
So there's a few approaches you can take, you can take an analytical approach, so that my include doing a lot of research on the community, analyzing your own feelings and if there's attraction happening, if that attraction is romantic, if you feel any kind of romantic drive, etc.
Personally I would strongly suggestion seeking out aromantic perspectives (so just aros talking about their experiences being aro). Arocalypse is a great place to look for that (they have a great faq as well), so is Carnival of Aros. And in your case I'd looking into cupioromantic as well, which is a label for aromantics who still want to or enjoy romantic relationships. And you'd be surprised just how helpful that can be, especially if you find other people talking about similar experiences you've had and putting that into context.
If you have more questions though, or if there's something more specific you're wondering about or want broken down, do feel free to send in more asks.
Generally speaking it can be tricky figuring out if you're aro or not, so don't worry if it takes some time and contemplation before you're sure if it's right for you or not.
All the best, Anon! Good luck!
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This looks way too domestic than I’m used to.
Back to blogging. New blog has 3 stars already. Money wise they’re doing alright. She gets donations from her blog even when she doesn’t asks for it, that on top of her job they’re okay.
Hank has took over the cooking in the house. I still don’t trust Karen with the stove.
So yeah, this happened. Hank had already rolled a want to get a job in business so I let him do it.
I don’t know if it’s a good fit for him but I know he’ll roll for something else soon enough. Until then he’s a coffee guy at the office.
Karen went to the gym in hopes of finishing her interview with Zelda. She hangs out at the gym often. Zelda once again slipped through her fingers but we caught Madison on the way so she interviewed her. I actually don’t remember if she managed to finish this interview.
At the house, Hank wanted to celebrate quitting his job. He rolled the wish for it the minute he got a new job.
Crowded party. You can see in the back Karen is making her way to interviewing Jamie.
This time she got interrupted by her own child. She got into labour right in the middle of the party. Everyone was freaking out, it was crazy annoying hearing all of the sims freaking out at the same time. That was very noisy.
They left the party to go to the hospital. I contemplated having a home birth so they wouldn’t have to have the party cut short but I like choosing both traits for my babies.
Thank god, it’s just one child.
Here she is, Elodie Page. She has the virtuoso and disciplined traits. We’ll see how she’ll turn out.
NEXT
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Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #54
"You," Katherine pointed her finger at Lacy. "Last time I recall seeing you, you were a ghost. You look much tastier now."
"I, um," Lacy stuttered, she tried to take a step back. "I was just leaving."
"You don't want to stay and chat?"
"Mother," Laurent said his voice low.
"I was only offering something to eat," Katherine said dryly. "To myself."
"I assure you," Lacy began to say. "My plasma really doesn't taste that great."
"How would I know? One little bite won't hurt you," Katherine taunted. "You know, I really don't like trespassers."
Mother, please," Laurent quickly said. "She's aware she made a mistake, for once, just let her go."
"Where's the fun in that?"
"Where's the fun in always killing every normie sim that steps foot in Forgotten Hallow."
"They once hunted us, remember my son?"
Lacy held her breath.
"Please," Laurent said. "If not for Lacy, then for me, do this one thing for me. Just let her go."
Katherine put her hands on her head as she contemplated everything. After several long moments she said, "She must promise me a couple of things."
"Anything," Lacy added quickly
"Please," Laurent said. "If not for Lacy, then for me, do this one thing for me. Just let her go."
Katherine put her hands on her head as she contemplated everything. After several long moments she said, "She must promise me a couple of things."
"Anything," Lacy added quickly
Without another word, Lacy turned and sprinted as far away from Straud Mansion as she could. Lacy didn't know exactly where to go next, but she certainly didn't want to go back to the Landcaster house
Lacy finally decided on Charlie's house.
"Lacy," he said surprised. "What are you doing here? I didn't see you at school today."
"Can I stay here?" she asked pleading.
"What's going on?"
"I just need somewhere to stay for a little while, can I stay here?"
"I mean, I guess."
"Really?" she asked quickly.
"I mean yeah, under one condition."
"What? Anything."
"You tell me what's going on."
"Deal," said Lacy and Charlie led her into the house.
On the other side of town, Violet was not having a good day. She had hoped that by the time school let out, the police had found Lacy and she'd be waiting at home, but unfortunately, she no such luck.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Mads asked concerned.
"I just," Violet began. "I feel like this is all my fault."
"Oh, sweetheart none of this is your fault," Mads tried to console her.
"Maybe if I was there for her more, maybe if I was a better friend, maybe if-"
"Sweetheart, you can't spend your whole life dwelling on the maybe's"
"Look," said Mads. "I think Lacy is going through a lot right now, and she's lashing out at all of us because she doesn't know how to deal with what she's feeling on the inside, but that doesn't mean any of this is your fault."
"I just want her to be okay, she's my best friend."
Mads pulled her daughter in for a hug, "Oh, I know, but right now all we can do is wait and let the police do their job."
"I guess you're right," Violet sighed, but she still wanted to help "Maybe I can ask around at school the next few days."
"I think that would be a great idea"
To try and take her mind off of things, Violet sat down at the piano for the first time in a few months. She'd been spending the majority of her time writing songs with her guitar, but it felt nice to go back to the piano. It was like seeing an old friend again.
Dear Diary,
Lacy is missing, and all I want is for her to be okay. I had spoken with my mom about everything, and she made me feel better. I don't even remember the last time we've had a heart-to-heart conversation like it, it was nice.
-Violet
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