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tapeworrmart · 2 months ago
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Protective barrier ☣️
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silentreigns · 11 months ago
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I didn't process this much while it was happening but this has to be one of the most wildest radio moments from last season. How could Torger expect Lewis to have faith in the team and car with that kind of message?
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year ago
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“Amore et Timore” - King Fernando I “El Animoso”
#*why is it that when I write tags that are genuinely imporant and wordy it always doesnt save UGH#well. ill try and rewrite them.#hahaha I bring you curly haired king Fernando!!(mostly for cofi)#2011 monza gp core Fernando that gripped us all by the throat right?? right????#also i hope that his hair doesn't appear red to you like it did to me on my pc??? its brown I assure you#anyways! historical context for nerds like me:#'el animoso'(the spirited) comes from Philip V of course#it was apparently bestowed on him bcs of his perseverance and unwavering fervor in battle#and is that not the most Fernando coded thing youve ever heard?????#'Amore et Timore'(through love and fear) however comes from Joseph I#whom seb is partially based on but i thought his Latin motto fit Nando way better so here we are#philip v didn't have a motto as far as i could tell so that's why I stole Joseph's#but i do think the motto for the Spanish kingdom fits Fernando's career pretty well?#'A solis ortu usque ad occasum'(from sunrise to sunset) and i think that suits Fernando's 'longest f1 career ever' p well#anyways I sent a sketch of this to cofi the other day like yeah I probably wont finish this#and now here i am on 5 am on a tuesday grinning manically sleep deprived like HERE YOU GO#i think he looks very cute in this!!! i really did a lot of work on his eyelashes...very important detail to me#he kinda accidentally looks like Louis XIV unfortunately#but thats down to his hair I think. it looks a lot more like the traditional wig style from then compared to what I typically draw#but god imagine being seb in this au!!! you get to wake up next to this majestic beast....#seb would have this painting framed over his bed or something. i mean who wouldn't????#f1#formula 1#fernando alonso#f1 fanart#formula 1 fanart#catie.art.#boy king au
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sims-himbo · 1 year ago
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THE SIMS 4: BARBIE Legacy Challenge!
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oh hi there! i haven't posted here in a while, but i just watched the barbie movie a few days ago and needless to say, it is now my entire personality. so here's my first ever legacy challenge based on barbie's many, many careers and achievements!
apologies in advance, this challenge uses a lot of packs! i'm sorry! i might try to make a base game version at some point
BASE GAME version
portuguese translation by @demaciana-sims
sims 3 version by @appaloosawhims
challenge rules below the cut
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All heirs must be female and named Barbie. (non-heir children may have any name)
You may use the freerealestate cheat for your first house, but try not to use money cheats after that!
You are allowed and encouraged to use lot traits and rewards to boost skill gain, anything that’s in-game is fair game.
Packs you will need:
EPs: Get To Work, City Living, Cats & Dogs, Get Famous, Island Living, High School Years
GPs: Spa Day*, Parenthood
Optional packs (for the optional generations):
EPs: University, Cottage Living, Horse Ranch
GPs: Strangerville
*You only need Spa Day for the High Maintenance trait in one of the generations and nothing else, so it's fine to skip out on it.
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You've been raised with traditional values: find a good man, start a family, be a homemaker... But you want your children to aim higher, so you'll make sure to set them up for success.
Complete Successful Lineage aspiration
Max Parenting and Cooking skills
Have at least 3 kids and 1 pet, each child must complete at least one child aspiration and they must all max out their grades in school
Must have Family-Oriented trait
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Your mother was happy staying at home, but not you. You're ready to fight your way to the top and make enough money to support your family for generations to come.
Complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration
Max Charisma and Logic skills
Max Business career (Investor branch)
Must have Ambitious trait
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Your family is pretty wealthy, so you've used your funds to open up your very own vet clinic and follow your dreams of being surrounded by furry little guys all day! But it might be more difficult than you thought...
Complete Friend of the Animals aspiration
Max Veterinarian skill
Run a 5-star vet clinic
Have at least 3 pets and be good friends with all of them
Must have either Cat Lover or Dog Lover trait
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You grew up surrounded by pets, and you now want to explore even more of the animal kingdom... So you're going underwater! What magical secrets will you discover on your journey?
Must live in Sulani
Complete Beach Life aspiration
Max Conservationist career (Marine Biologist branch)
Become a mermaid
Max Logic and Fitness skills
Must have Child of the Ocean trait
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Your mother had an almost supernatural level of fitness at sea, so now you've been inspired to master fitness on land! You're determined to reach your full potential in physical performance and become a world class champion.
Join Cheer or Football team as a teenager and reach highest level
Complete Bodybuilder aspiration
Max Fitness and Charisma skills
Max Athlete career (Athlete branch)
Must have Active trait
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Your family has achieved many, many accolades, and you've set out to capture all of it in an epic Tell-All novel that you spend your entire life writing!
Complete Bestselling Author aspiration
Max Writing skill
Write Book Of Life and bind it to your parent, use it to successfully bring them back from a premature death
Must have Creative trait
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Movie stardom is the next logical step for your lineage, so you set out to conquer the silver screen. Will you catapult the family name into even greater heights, or will it now be associated with infamy?
Complete Master Actress aspiration
Max Acting skill
Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status
Must have a secret affair with a fellow Actor!
Must have High Maintenance trait
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As the child of a successful actress, people may roll their eyes and immediately write you off as yet another nepo-baby trying to start a music career... So you must prove them all wrong by becoming a proper rockstar!
Complete World Famous Celebrity aspiration
Max Singing skill
Max skill in at least 2 instruments
Max Entertainer career (Musician branch)
Must have Music Lover trait
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What's next after conquering so many careers and reaching worldwide fame for the family name? World domination, of course! Become the greatest Leader this nation has ever seen!
Complete Mansion Baron aspiration
Max Politician career (Politician branch)
Max Charisma skill
Must have Self-Assured trait
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Now that you've conquered the world, it's time to venture out into Space! There's so much to explore out there, and Barbie must leave her mark all across the galaxy.
Complete Nerd Brain aspiration
Max Astronaut career (Either branch)
Max Logic and Rocket Science skills
Go to SIXAM at least once and bring a souvenir
Must have Genius trait
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Still want more? Here's some extra Barbies that you can play with!
Secret Agent Barbie
Complete Bodybuilder aspiration
Must have Active and Geek traits
Complete Secret Agent career (Diamond Agent branch)
Max Logic, Fitness and Charisma skills
Become enemies with a Sim in the Villain branch of the Secret Agent career! (You may need to cheat this career level for sims outside your household)
Countryside Barbie
Complete Country Caretaker aspiration
Max Gardening skill
Must make all money from gardening, farming, wine making, etc. No day job!
Must own a horse and have it max every skill
Must have Animal Enthusiast trait
Army General Barbie
Must live in Strangerville
Complete Strangerville Mystery aspiration
Max Logic and Charisma skills
Max Military career (Either branch)
Must have Erratic trait
Scientist Barbie
Complete Nerd Brain aspiration
Max Scientist Career
Be abducted by Aliens at least once
Must have Genius trait
Ultimate Barbie
Set lifespan to long
Complete at least 2 child aspirations
Complete Renaissance Sim AND Academic aspirations
Max 10 skills
Have 12 or more traits
Graduate from college
Reach the top of any career
Have a house worth 1 Million Simoleons
Have at least 5 kids and max your relationship with all of them
that's about it! if you play this, please use #sims barbie legacy
have fun:)
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yourlocalsmutwriter · 2 months ago
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Bookish girlfriend you're my yum yum - Mark Webber x reader
Summary : After going viral on book social media, you give the fans a completely new side of you. It catches the eye of an author (who happens to be a 9 GP winner)
FC: Mima by Cami
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inkscentedglamour: Squeezing in some last girly romance books before I film a new video for you 👀
username: Our queen is finally trying romantasy, I can feel it.
username: I need another object x human romance. I know it was an April Fools thing, but I need her to read Double Stuffed
username: DARK ROMANCE. DARK ROMANCE. DARK ROMANCE.
username : I know the sports romance PR is talking to her like the Green Goblin Mask
> username : Especially the new book with the MMC inspired by Danny Ricciardo
> username: need to rewatch her F1 romance streams on patreon.
username: Do you think this is after Two Girls One Formula podcast backlash?
> username: The girls brought her on to talk about books, specifically romances. I don't understand why the fans were attacking her for not talking much about the current grid and things like that and focusing on the fiction.
> username: Especially when she has said many times that she's easing into the fandom. How would you feel if people bullied you for starting with edits/ fanfics and books, like she's doing?
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inkscentedglamour: Writing my script for the upcoming video and staring at what got me here
username: Throttled slander era, you will forever be famous
> username: The way she started off so hesitant to give it a bad review or DNF it. This was her first 1 star. People died.
> username: Asking people to still try it for themselves and to not just judge it based on her review. Cemented her as my favorite BookTuber, I fear.
username: The fact that she still followed through and read the entire series. And rearranged her entire Goodreads ratings after that? Iconic
> username: I miss her giving 5 stars. But the quote "if I can be cruel enough to give 1 star, then I don't think I should be generous to give 5 stars to any book, but one" will forever live on.
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inkscentedglamour: New video, out now
username: MARK WEBBER????? OVER EMILY HENRY????
> username: over Christina Lauren?????? Ali Hazelwood? Katee Robert
username: you're telling me an Australian driver who retired like 10 years ago is her favorite author??? And was the driving force for her to get her to watch a GP?
username: she's the queen of Booktok, has talked about every book boyfriend, and now she's into cars that go fast?
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aussiegrit: Talked about Porsche, F1, Mentoring Oscar, and my book, somehow. Why is Aussie Grit trending?
username: Oh no, our little Booktuber girl bossed too close to the sun (she has a million subscribers and multiple brand deals)
> username: she got it to 5 stars on Goodreads and onto the trending page on Amazon.
username: Mark, wear the My fake boyfriend drives for F1 mech, and my life is yours
username: @inkscentedglamour, look who sorta knows you exist.
inkscentedglamour: Oh oh
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inkscentedglamour: Reading the book 😄🤩🥺 vs. having to describe its impact on you, your career, and the future 🙃😑☠️. If you see me verbally abusing a Google doc at the airport, no you didn't
username: Mark Webber in the likes?????????
> username: I guess he found out why Aussie Grit was trending
username: reading video hiatus is over, society is healing
> username: we haven't gotten a part two of her trip to a random destination yet
> username: true, she just packed and left us on a cliffhanger. Surely we're getting that first
> username: her caption says it all. For book lovers, some of you have no reading comprehension.
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inkscentedglamour: I finished reading my book, so it only makes sense to hit the thrift, right? Reading vlog will be up when I'm back home (I was strictly told to relax)
username: the two glasses (which could mean nothing)
> username : this is the girl that relies on our discord pins to drink water, what is going on in the house of commons
username : Mark Webber, here again????????? Before me?????????????
> username: she sped through her book cause she has his new book on pre-order
> username: I just know she'll get it on Kindle too, no way is she waiting til it ships to her house
username: Mark's pr team was sleeping because wdym they didn't reach out to her
> username: And apparently, he's got a launch party coming up with "surprise BookTube influencer" attending
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inkscentedglamour : Photographic proof that my favorite author knows I exist. Thank you, @aussiegrit, for the invite. And thanks for getting a decent picture before I cried at the blurb and dedication
aussiegrit: Figured you'd wanna skip the queue at Waterstones. Can't wait for your review of this one (also please re-read the new prologue before posting)
username: Mark has been secretly divorced for a year and was writing this whole book as a therapy exercise??????
> username: he couldn't tell anybody and felt like he was slowly fading into obscurity, which affected his mental health
> username: he was not thinking of releasing this until the OG Aussie Grit review
> username: Mark saying that the YouTube video changed his life, just as much as it did hers
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inkscentedglamour: Night and day
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14.02.2025,approximately 3 months after the book launch
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inkscentedglamour: Valentine's Day, Book Buying Day, and Merch Drop Day. Shop the My Real Boyfriend Drove for F1 tee. And yes, he signed off on this specific hard launch
inkscentedglamour: time to be sappy real quick after the merch plug. Mark has been inspiring me, guiding me and showering me with praise ever since his second book launch. I'm so happy he's in my life and I intend to keep him there for as long as I can. He beats all the bookish boyfriend one can have (yes, even Zafir)
aussiegrit: I'm so glad to have you in my life. You see me and be with me, sharp tongue,flaws and all. I wanna build you bookshelves and watch you put my books on them last. Now stop being a YouTuber for a second and get back to being my girlfriend.
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solaireverie · 1 year ago
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1633 | king of my heart
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summary: [ lestappen — social media au ] in which the crown prince of monaco falls in love with a formula 1 driver
warnings: language, implied/referenced homophobia
author’s note: i made a shitpost this morning and here i am now. never let it be said that i don't give the people what they want.
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monacoupdates Crown Prince Charles is present today at the #MonacoGP on behalf of the royal family! The self-professed avid motorsport fan will be spending time in the Ferrari, Alpine, and Red Bull garages.
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user charles is always serving damn
↪ user monaco how does it feel to have won in the crown prince lottery???
↪ user très bien, thanks for asking 😌
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alpinef1team A very special visit from hshcrownprincecharles! #MonacoGP
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user charles at every opportunity: i'm not french! 😠 also charles:
↪ user lmao tbf he's known pierre for a while
↪ user bro how???
↪ user idk f1 drivers hang around monaco a lot and they both speak french
↪ user it's not even just pierre charles is also pretty close with the monaco-based drivers like max and lando
user 10 seconds penalty to ocon for not greeting charles 😂
↪ user poor estie bestie 😭
↪ alpinef1team Esteban did talk with Crown Prince Charles 😉 Just a pity that His Serene Highness had to rush off before we could get pictures...
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scuderiaferrari Please welcome hshcrownprincecharles to the #Tifosi for the #MonacoGP 🥳
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hshcrownprincecharles Grazie mille for the opportunity to try the racing driver life!
↪ scuderiaferrari Our pleasure 🥰 hshprincelorenzo and hshprincesspascale can we keep him, s'il vous plait?
↪ hshdukearthur I don't think Lorenzo and Maman would be the only ones against Charles becoming a Ferrari driver 😂
user you don't understand how emotional this makes me 🥹 charles always said that if he could pick any job he'd be a f1 driver and to see him get to experience his dream!! even if for only a day!!!
carlossainz55 Personally I think Charles would be slower than me
↪ hshcrownprincecharles This is lèse-majesté and I will have you thrown into the dungeons for your disrespect to the throne 😤
↪ carlossainz55 pretty sure your brother is the one who can do that...
↪ user does monaco even have dungeons?
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mv01updates max post-monaco gp with the crown prince of monaco, his serene highness charles leclerc 😍
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user for some reason these pictures make me feel like i'm 5 years old again and watching my parents be romantic. like i want to scream "get a room" 😂
↪ user not a single unique experience 💀
user ayo 🤨 the helmet pics...
↪ user i stg i've seen pictures of drivers with their actual wives that had less tension
user just kiss already 😩😩😩
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palaisprincierdemonaco La Famille Princière est heureuse d'annoncer les fiançailles du Prince Héréditaire Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc et Max Emilian Verstappen, avec l'accord de S.A.S. le Prince Lorenzo.
The Princely Family is happy to announce the engagement of Crown Prince Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc and Max Emilian Verstappen, with the approval of HSH Prince Lorenzo.
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user i??? what??? what happened to hello??? how are you??? my name is???
↪ user fr i didn't even know max was dating someone lmao
user damn at least we know why they were so touchy at the grand prix now 😂
hshprincelorenzo Félicitations!
user the hAND ON THE THIGH. THE SMILE ON THEIR FACES. I AM UNWELL.
↪ user ALL OF US ARE UNWELL
landonorris does this mean that max gets a title? if so, not fair 😒
↪ pierregasly yeah hshcrownprincecharles, can you knight me or something?
↪ maxverstappen1 go find your own royalty to marry 🙄
↪ landonorris does lewis count? like if i marry him will i become sir lando norris 🤔
↪ sebastianvettel i've asked, and no it does not work like that unfortunately
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gq Presenting our July cover star, Max Verstappen.
The Formula 1 driver, best known for dominating his sport and more recently his engagement with Monaco's beloved Crown Prince Charles, sits down with GQ to discuss what exactly goes on in a two-time world champion's mind.
Verstappen offers insight into the ongoing season, the surprising way the sport helped bring him and his fiancé together, and the pressures of marrying into royalty, especially as part of a same-sex couple.
Read the July cover story at the link in bio.
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hshcrownprincecharles There are many words that can be used to describe love, but you will always be my truest definition 🤍
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hshcrownprincecharles p.s. thank you hshdukearthur for catching the moments just before i proposed on camera 😘
maxverstappen1 Charlie, I can tell you I love you in four languages, and it will never encompass everything I feel for you. Je t'aime, ik houd van je, ich liebe dich, I love you. Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world ❤️
user crying screaming throwing up #relationshipgoals
hshprincesspascale Je suis très contente pour toi, mon cœur. maxverstappen1, bienvenue à la famille! [ i'm so happy for you, my heart. max, welcome to the family! ]
user so if i learn how to drive cars very fast does that mean that i get to marry a prince as well??? if so sign me up 👀
↪ landonorris you also need to be one lucky bastard, otherwise i'd also be on the cover of gq right now
↪ gq maybe next year?
↪ alex_albon he wishes 😂
↪ hshcrownprincecharles first figure out how to flirt, lando norizz 😜
↪ landonorris if max can do it so can i
↪ maxverstappen1 please 🙄 i’ve been watching you make a fool of yourself in front of carlos for five years now
↪ landonorris i hate all of you 😃
↪ hshcrownprincecharles one less place to pay for at the wedding 🤷‍♂️
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pickingupmymercedes · 11 months ago
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Ways to say "I love you" - Lewis Hamilton
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I'm back with more Lew ❤️
warnings: mostly fluff, bit of angsty
wordcount: +3k
important: each drabble was writen as a snippet into different moments with Lewis. There's 10 more of those, but this was getting huge, so this is part 1.
With a hoarse voice, under the blankets
Life had been hectic, as it tended to be around the weeks before the final couple of races. You and Lewis had been on the road since mid October, not really going back to Europe since the US GP in Texas. The week off between São Paulo and Las Vegas the perfect opportunity to take a few days off in California with his friends. It was tiring, but you’d never complain of having a full passport as a down feature for your job.
The week of the Las Vegas GP was packed of events and promo for everyone, and to top it off a quick impromptu meeting with the board in the media day of the GP turned into a 5 hours long debate, that went well into the night.
You got back to your suite almost at midnight in serious need of a shower and some sleep. What you didn’t predict was Lewis already tucked into the bed, sound asleep.
You tiptoed around the room to try and find your things, not being lucky in the slightest you settled for a shirt Lewis had used in the road trip from LA to Vegas. The quick shower, only meant to decompress, had you engulfed in Lewis’ perfume, from both his shower products and shirt.
Lewis soft breathing guided you to the bed in the darkness of the room and when you got under the soft covers a pair of arms guided you to his chest, the one place sure to get you blacked out in minutes.
“They're in serious trouble for keeping you for so long” his horse voice an indication he had been in deep sleep already
“Sorry, took longer than we expected”
“Can’t wait to have you all to myself. Gonna have to lock you up at home during winter”
“No need, I’ll always find my way to you”. You mumbled into his neck, already nestling closer to him, ready to drift off.
A scream
“I love you” You screamed when you realized you’d never catch him, mid airport track, hoping the wind would somehow carry your words. His head turned abruptly, his face had confusion written all over his features, he was stuck in place, too stunned to comprehend the sudden confession you were hollering to the world but couldn’t say aloud to him just hours ago. You ran to him, security, people and restrictions be damned, that was your one chance.
“I love you, Lewis. I have loved you for longer than I care to admit, I have not stopped loving you even when I said I didn’t, even when hating you was all I wanted.” within arm’s reach you admitted breathlessly, doe eyes looking at you with such intensity you were sure he could see into your soul. His hands cautiously outstretching towards yours, waiting for you to take it, waiting for your mind to catch up to the feelings you had just admitted, waiting to see if you’d finally let your heart take over.
You didn’t take his hand though, going instead for the back of his neck, caressing the soft skin at the base of his hairline with your fingers, his overwhelming gaze waiting for your next move, for you to fully give in, looking from his eyes to his mouth until his scent and his touch were all that you felt. His hold on the lower of your back, the brush of his eyelashes on your cheeks and his taste on your lips were all you could ever want. The decision of a lifetime, one that after that day you would make every day, over and over.
On a random Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair
The thing with Lewis was he was too much of an Capricorn for his own good, the earth in him urged for stability and trust, and in the familiarity and serenity of home he urged for security, not that he wanted a predictable life, but he wished that no matter what, he had someone he could fall back on.
“Move in with me” He blurred out of nowhere causing you to lightly laugh at him, scotching closer to his chest as if there was any space left between you, both laying comfortably tangled in each other in his house in London. Pillows and blankets around you on the floor, the late afternoon sunlight hitting the glass on the dining table and reflecting up at the ceiling, a movie on the tv neither were paying attention to.
“I mean it. I don’t see myself without you, I don’t want to anyway.” he almost whispered in your ears, the low volume to his voice amplifying the seriousness in his proposal. Turning your head to look at him you held your gaze into his for minutes, almost daring him to call off the offer, but he never did. His warm smile spreading onto his features when you crocked your head and smirked, specks of the late sunlight glowing where they hit your hair.
“I’d love to” you murmured, straddling him and pushing his chest so he’d lay back down on the blankets, hovering your face over his, leaving ghostly soft kisses on his lips, coming back up to look him in the eye, time and time again. Convincing yourself that it was okay to finally let your walls down for good.
“I love you; you know?!” a statement so surely presented to your, so pure. He didn’t wait to hear it back before pulling your to his chest and his lips, he didn’t have to.
When baking chocolate chip cookies
“We’re baking chocolate chip cookies!” You exclaimed as you entered his home gym in London mid-winter break, supplies in hand already anticipating half of the ingredients wouldn’t exist in his fridge.
“Excuse me?” He questioned as he set the weights down and reached for the towel to get the sweat dry from his forehead
“C’mom, vegan chocolate chip cookies” you rushedly told him already half way back inside, leaving a confused Lewis searching for any meaning to what had just happened.
As he approached his kitchen, he could hear the soft music playing in the speakers in the background while you danced around arranging the things you’d need.
“Care to explain, love?” He leaned at the stool just under the glistening spotlight and the couple of trays spread at the kitchen island.
“Your niece and nephew are coming over tomorrow” She retorted, almost a duh expression on her features as she chopped the vegan chocolate bar.
“Y/n, they know I’m preparing for the season” He lovingly replied, getting closer to you.
“Oh, they’re not exactly for you, Lew. I mean, they’re still vegan if you want to try them.” You turned into his embrace, leaving a kiss to the corner of his lips before wiggling back to where the many food items were.
“You show up at my house midafternoon, fully stacked, to bake vegan cookies for kids that aren’t coming until tomorrow and don’t really expect to eat anything but fruits ?!” He crocked his head, smirk fully on display as his eyes gleamed.
“That’s like half the reason I came. Apples and bananas are fine, but they are kids.” You shrugged as that was the most obvious thing.
“We’re really baking cookies then, I guess?!” He reached to you and grabbed the flour off of your hand, pouring it into a bowl.
“Chocolate chip cookies” You corrected him, laughing as he stole a few of the chopped chocolates still sitting on the chopping board 
 
Not said to me
You jolted up from your sleep when you heard a loud cry, frantically looking around the room you remembered you weren’t home when your eyes found the luggage in the corner, yours and Lewis’s belongings neatly tucked in the adjoining closet, a stark contrast to the baby clothes and toys scattered around the floor and armchairs. Slowly coming to your senses, you realized the crying was in your dreams when you heard a happy babble, followed by your husband’s low voice coming from the balcony of the hotel room.
“Sshh love, we don’t want to wake mamma up now do we? She’s taking a nap so we can go for a walk down the beach later.” The little girl instantly responding with a babble at the word she knew all too well.
Getting up you didn’t have the heart to interrupt the scene that played out when you peaked from the opened French doors of the room, deciding to quietly watch from the threshold as he kept blowing raspberries onto your daughter’s tummy, the chunky toddler in nothing but her diapers, in the hot afternoon summer breeze of Italy in July, excitedly clapping her hands for her dad while sitting on his legs.
“Oh, I miss her too baby, even when she’s just in the other room… I’ll tell you a secret though, even if momma tells the world we’re twins, every time I see your eyes, I see hers, the same one I’ve been in love with for a long time. Everyone says you are my hard carbon copy, but I love that I get to look into a piece of your mommy whenever I look at you".
When we lay together by the sun
The sun in your skin felt divine, a stark contrast to the wintery end of year you’d been having back in Europe, the heat and humidity in the air bringing to your senses the familiarity of northeast Brazilian weather in the hottest months of the year. His touch on your shoulder blades providing even more warmth, big hands massaging your whole back with sunscreen.
“By all means I’m the biggest fan of your back massages, but I put on sunscreen just a couple of hours ago” you giggled looking at him over your shoulders, sunglasses on the tip of your nose.
“Just making sure you’re protected, will you do mine?” He asked after tying the strings on the upper part of your bikini and giving your bum a checky light smack.
“Yeah��� come here you Briton” grabbing him by the arms you sat up on the lounger and guided him to sit in between in your legs, his back already hot from the sun exposure.
“Thank you for coming here with me, I know we made it a 4 times header not going home to rest for a bit after Mexico.” You told him while spreading the white content of the Brazilian sunscreen you’d bought, throwing away the british one, not properly suited to sun in the tropics from your past experiences.
“Any time, love.” turning to face you he pulled you by the waist, his signature smirk and relaxed eyes scanning yours. “Especially when it includes this little paradise.”
“Have I told you I love you yet?” You questioned, the toothy grin he loved so much splattered on your face, his strong arms around you, the sounds of crashing waves in the background, white sand in your toes and his skin smelling just like your favorite childhood memories did.
“Not today, I don’t think so. Eu te amo” a questioning look as he tested his Portuguese around you, crushing his lips in yours while you giggled, raising you up to his body so he could hold you in his lap, his touch also how home felt to you. 
Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble
He felt the first little droplets of rain hit his skin as soon as she screamed “run”, laughing while holding her oversized hat to her head. He sprinted towards her, grabbing her waist, effortlessly stopping them both and turning her body to him, her eyes holding the warmth that lately he could only find there, his face adorned with adoration, her dimples fully showing as her lips plastered the sweetest of grins.
“I love you” He couldn’t help himself, those 3 little words coming out as easily as breath, the thought of how hard it’d been to get them out in the first place long forgotten. She held his gaze as if trying to eternalize those memories, the afternoon summer rain falling hard around them whilst rays of sunlight hit the concrete, their clothes drenched, drops of water running down their tangled bodies.
“I love you; I love you; I love you” senseless babbles that professed his utmost emotion, holding her up to him and kissing in the pouring rain like they were teenagers in a cheesy movie.
A whisper in the ear
Being back to Europe always took you some time to get acclimated, and it didn’t help that that particular winter had been the coldest in years, so much colder than what your body was used to, so you wrapped yourself up in blankets waiting for your boyfriend to get out of the shower and join you in bed, hopefully helping you to warm up.
His parents, siblings, niece and nephew were gathered for an impromptu 5 days getaway in the mountains, in the middle of wintery January, snow everywhere and days filled with winter sports, fireplaces and laughter from the people that had welcomed you as family. 
“Hey gorgeous, I thought you’d still be down there” he smirked his way to the open luggage on the little sofa by the bed, towel low on his hips and another in his hand for his face.
“Everyone went to bed, something about getting some sleep to beat you on the slopes tomorrow” You giggled the last part, knowing how competitive they could get. He chuckled and made his way towards you, getting under the blankets and bringing you over to his side, just his presence enough to soothe away the tight muscles from the cold.
“How come you’re always running so cold?” he whispered in your hair, wrapping his arms around your waist and hips and bringing you to his chest. His skin radiating warmth and the smell of your body wash, since he’d forgotten to pack his. Fingers absentmindedly tracing random patterns on your thighs, your eyes lazily trying to focus on the news on the tv but failing miserably, the world could wait until the next morning.
“I love you” was the last thing you heard he whisper, his hoarse voice heavy with sleep, his arms scooching your body closer to his while making sure the blankets covered you both before he let his own sleep take over.
As we huddle together, the storm raging outside
Sundays after races would always be busy for the both of you. The rain was falling hard as you entered the small RV as quietly as you could, founding Lewis ingulfed in his own thoughts and feelings when you finally cleared through your duties, way past the time you wish had.
Taking in how his arms and back looked tense while he rested his head on both his hands sitting in the small sofa, you brought yourself to stand right in front of him, softly running your finger on his neck until he looked up offering a sad side smile and tugged you to his lap. You hadn’t spoken to each other since before he got in his car, well over 4 hours prior, but you didn’t have to.
He needed time to process what happened, he always did. Lewis could always come to interviews looking like he had it all together, always with the right words, but you knew, from the crease in his forehead and the way his shoulders dropped whenever he breathed a little deeper, that his calculating-looking actions and words were just knee-jerk reactions.
“I love you” you said into his neck, a consolation of sorts, huddling together, sitting on his lap with his head resting on your chest and his arms holding your waist tightly. At least in that small room, neither of you had to think about the storm brewing outside, not yet anyway.
Over the shoulder
The championship had, yet again, came down to the last race and the doom could be felt even from outsiders. The last time it happened Lewis wasn’t even a Ferrari driver, but everyone remembered.
You had tried to block the subject from your conversations with him, warned everyone he had enough of the comparisons, made sure he had all the space to breath, concentrate and shield all the noise from the outside. Yet, in the apparent serenity of the hotel bedroom, the quietness would scream back at him.
“What if it’s not meant to be?” He snapped you out of your thoughts as you finished some reports on your computer. His eyes a mix of something you couldn’t quite pint point, his walls up even for you.
“Then you’re still a 7 times world champion, a driver who’s won for McLaren, Mercedes and Ferrari, a trailblazer in the sport, entrepreneur over a variety of assets, founder of Mission 44, British knight, Brazilian honorary citizen, Anthony and Carmen’s son, Nicolas’ brother, my mom’s favorite son-in-law… oh and Roscoe’s dad, of course.” He smiled as you got to his family, scootching over to be by your side on the balcony sofa and laying his head on your lap.
“I would hate to be an almost champion… twice”   
“Yeah, we would all hate that too. And it’s okay to feel all kinds of way about possible results, but we’re not gonna known until we know, right?!”  You felt him humm in response, your fingertips going through his braids, trying to sooth the tensions away from him.
It wasn’t until the soft humming of a phone in the bedroom that you realized you had fallen asleep in the balcony, his body moving almost automatically to get him up while his features revealed how he too had dozed off.
“Will you still love an almost champion?” He prompted suddenly, almost like he had just remembered he had to know, eyes twinkling under the lights.
“Babe, I stayed even in the timbs phase, didn’t I?” You smirked back earning a full soundless chuckle, those that had him reach for his diaphragm and shake his head left to right.
“You’re lucky I love you; you really are.” You heard as he looked over his shoulders just as he got back inside.
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bellewintersroe · 1 year ago
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F1 masterlist 🌶️🌶️
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Charles Leclerc:
Charles x Vasseur!Daughter smut. - Part 2
Charles x Schumacher!Daughter OC. - Part 2- Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5… in the works.
Carlos Sainz Jr:
Carlos x CelebReporter part 1. - part 2- part 3- part 4 - part 5… in the works. Carlos x CelebEx! Reader. Carlos x AlonsoGirlfriend! Reader.
Daniel Ricciardo:
Daniel x HornerDaughter! Reader - smut- part 2- part 3- part 4- part 5- part 6- part 7- part 8- part 9- part 10- part 11- part 12- part 13 - part 14
Daniel Ricciardo x Reader SpiceDaniel Ricciardo x DrunkReader! Fluff - he does your skin care.
Daniel Ricciardo x Reader ~ Thigh Riding 18+. Fernando Alonso:
Fernando x YoungerReader! Smut - Fernando is a colleague of your dad. 18+. Fernando x YoungerCelebReader! Smut - You come into the paddock interviewing drivers and meet Alonso for the first time. It’s fair to say you make a good impression. 18+. Fernando x CelebEx! Smut - Fernando and Lila have been split for a year after her move to Australia. But during the GP there, when they bump into one another, old times are relived. Fernando x Reader headcanons - some sfw and some nsfw headcanons based on if Nando was your boyfriend. Fernando x Reader Smut - Fernando is wound up, just a Drabble on how he takes it out on you…
Jenson Button: 2009 Jenson X CelebReader! Headcanons. 2009 Jenson X CelebReader! Headcanons p2. Jenson x reader smut - Jenson and his girlfriend join the mile-high club and attempt to sneak off in a jet full of people.
Lance Stroll:
Lance Stroll X HornerBFFReader! Smut.
Lando Norris: Lando x SainzSisterReader!
Lewis Hamilton:
Lewis X Reader - Smut - sex on an F1 car.
Max Verstappen:
Max x HornerDaughter! Reader Headcannons. Max x CelebEx! Reader - Angst. - part 2 - part 3… in the works. Max x HornerDaughter!
in which Max admits to his close friend, and team principles daughter, that he’s in a not so enjoyable relationship… part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6. part 7. part 8. part 9. part 10. part 11. part 12. part 13. part 14. part 15. part 16. part 17. part 18. part 19 in the works…
Sebastian Vettel:
Sebastian x RedBull Design Engineer OC. - part 2. - part 3. - part 4. - part 5. - part 6. - part 7. - part 8. - part 9. - part 10.
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the-griffons-saddlebag · 6 months ago
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💎 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Stamp of Shipping
Wondrous item, common ___ This wooden stamp has a hollow opening at the top of its handle. You can use an action to stamp an object with the stamp, at which point it’s magically teleported to another location. When you stamp the object, you name the location (which you must have visited) and a recipient who matches a general description. To be eligible, an object must be Small or smaller and weigh no more than 25 pounds; it also can’t be worn or carried or create its own extradimensional space. The location must also be within 100 miles of you. To stamp an object, you must first place an amount of gold in the top of the stamp using an action. The amount of gold required depends on the weight of the package, as well as the distance it’s teleported. Use the table below to determine the object’s cost based on its weight, then use the second column to multiply it based on the distance the object will travel. | Weight | Distance Teleported |
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| Up to 1 pound (5 gp) | Up to 10 miles (gp × 1); 1 day travel time   | -
| 1–2 pounds (10 gp)   | Up to 25 miles (gp × 2); 2 days travel time  | -
| 3–5 pounds (15 gp)   | Up to 50 miles (gp × 3); 3 days travel time  | -
| 6–10 pounds (20 gp)  | Up to 100 miles (gp × 4); 4 days travel time | -
| 11–15 pounds (25 gp) | — | -
| 16–25 pounds (30 gp) | — | You can halve the travel time by doubling the gold required. The amount of gold required is also doubled if the object is magical. At the GM’s discretion, a stamped object may not be teleported; the spent gold is then thrust back out from the stamp. The stamp creates its own ink. An object vanishes once it’s stamped. It reappears at the named location at the end of the travel time. If an object can’t be delivered, or if the location is farther than the paid-for distance would allow, it’s returned to the location where it was originally stamped instead, and the gold is wasted. ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!
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fluff-lover · 8 days ago
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Healing Touch | Chapter 5: Return Home
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Chapter summary: You and Logan travel to Alberta in search for some answers as he slowly regains his memory.
Masterlist
This chapter contains a lot of Logan’s origin story, but it’s more based on the comic than the movie X-Men Origins: Wolverine.
7K words… who am I?
It’s been a few busy weeks to say the least.
After you and Logan agreed on working on his trauma together, you started having small sessions at night where you would use your power on him. In each session you placed your hands on each side of his head while he laid down on the lab’s bed and started healing his amnesia. You worked slowly, not wanting to trigger any bad memory without warning. 
There was only so much you could do, and there was no guarantee any of it would work. Your powers only worked on a physical level, meaning you could heal parts of Logan’s brain that didn’t heal on their own, despite his enhanced healing. But Charles saw this as an opportunity to train and even expand your powers, hoping that in time you would be able to heal the emotional type of wounds, or be the one to caused them.
Fragments of Logan’s memories began to resurface, scattered and incomplete, like pieces of a puzzle he wasn’t sure how to assemble. He remembered his parents: his mother, Elizabeth, and the man he believed to be his father, John Howlett. He could recall the house he’d grown up in, the details hazy but still familiar. He even knew his name wasn’t really Logan. But that was where the trail ended.
What had happened to them? How had he discovered his mutation? The answers felt just out of reach, buried beneath layers of fog he couldn’t penetrate, no matter how hard you tried.
In search of more answers, you started planning your trip to his childhood home: Howlett Estate. You would take a flight to Lloydminster and then drive for two hours to Cold Lake. Originally you suggested taking a smaller plane from Lloydminster to Cold Lake’s regional airport, but took pity on Logan’s distaste for flying and decided to rent a car instead.
You knew this would be hard on Logan, facing his memories and old traumas wasn’t easy, so you wanted to make sure this was a pleasant trip.
Coincidently, the trip took place during Jean and Scott’s wedding, so Logan wouldn’t be in the mansion during that time. Hopefully this trip would also help you rebuild your trust in Logan. Despite reassuring him over and over again that you’d forgiven him already, your friendship changed and required a lot of care to go back to how it was before.
The day of the flight you had maps, flyers and all kinds of accessories for your trip, and you had a blast going from one place to the other in the airport, getting lots of snacks and things to pass the time. Logan was never too far behind, following you around and indulging on anything you wanted.
Despite his nervousness, Logan enjoyed seeing you so excited and bubbly, but most importantly, so relaxed around him. He worried your friendship was ruined when he first hurt you but you were slowly building the trust back up.
It was only after you landed at Lloydminster and got in the rental that the real fun started. 
“I booked the cutest, cosiest looking Bed & Breakfast I could find, it’s adorable.” You said as you entered the address to the GPS. Logan groaned from the driver’s seat.
“I’m regretting this already.” He joked. “You know what? I take that back, I regretted this the moment you gave me a plane ticket.”
You laughed. 
“Oh come on! It wasn’t so bad! I took your nausea away, didn’t I?” 
His frown deepened.
“I still don’t like flying. If men were meant to fly, we would be born with wings.”
“Good thing I’m not a man.” You joked. “Be glad I got us a car instead of another flight for this part. Just drive, old man.” You said before opening a bag of snacks.
“Old man? Fuck off.”
You giggled.
“Aren’t you like a thousand years?”
Logan scoffed.
“...No.” He said after an awkward silence. “Your math is off. Also, don’t eat in the car, you’ll leave crumbs all over.”
You giggled again, and despite his grumpiness, Logan smiled.
“Whatever you say, grandpa.”
“Fuck you!” He said, but there was no malice in his voice. You just looked at him and took another bite of your snack.
“I’m hungry!” You said as an excuse. “Do you want some?”
“Nah, I’m fine. I don’t like candy.” He said, throwing you a look.
“Who the hell doesn’t like candy?” You asked dramatically “I think I have some Sour Patch kids around here, you’ll like them.” You said as you looked through your back.
“What makes you say that?”
“Because… your face looks like you’re constantly sucking a lemon.” Logan turned his head to look at you in disbelief. “Hey! Eyes on the road!”
“What do you mean I look like I’m sucking a lemon?” He asked confused.
“You know…” You pursed your lips, frowned your brow and raised your shoulders, trying to give your best impression of Logan. “Like you’re sulking.”
“I don’t sulk.” He said.
“Right… And I don’t cry while watching The Notebook. Are we just telling lies now?”
“Just give me that.” He snatched the bag of sour candy from your hand. “You’re terrible, you know that?”
“Yes, but you love me anyway.” You smiled and Logan just shook his head in defeat before pouring some candy straight into his mouth.
The ride was filled with banter and jokes. Seeing Logan so relaxed and somewhat happy made your heart flutter. You had never seen him like this, and you hoped it would last.
Watching him drive with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a relaxed smile on his face also did things to you. He looked so handsome, you would try to steal glances every once in a while.
When you finally arrived at the B&B you squealed in delight and jumped out of the car. The building had a “cabin in the woods” feel to it, but much bigger in dimensions, and it was surrounded by a large garden.
“It’s perfect! Just like in the photos! Isn’t it lovely?”
“It looks like a flower shop threw up on it.”
“Ew.” Your face quickly dropped. “Just because of that, you’re carrying the suitcases while I check us in.” You said before stomping towards the door.
“I was carrying the suitcases anyway!” Logan grumbled.
He took the suitcases and quickly caught up with you as you made your way to the reception. There you were welcomed by a sweet looking old lady.
“Welcome! You must be the honeymooners, the Wyatts!” She greeted them.
You quickly shook your head, your belly filling with butterflies at the idea of the two of you looking like newlyweds.
“Oh no, we’re not together. I mean, we’re together, but not together-together… We’re not married!” You tried to explain awkwardly while Logan tried not to laugh. “We booked two bedrooms under the name Howlett.” You said, your face growing hot.
“Yeah, we book two rooms in case the first bed breaks.” Logan joked, making you open your eyes so widely he thought they would pop out of your head.
“Logan!” You hissed and slapped his chest. Logan simply smiled and winked at you. Any other time you would be giggling like crazy at the idea of Logan and you breaking a bed, but you weren’t alone. The lady looked back and forth between the two of you before handing you two keys.
“You have room 13 and 14, they’re down that hall, across from each other. Breakfast is served from 7 to 10 in the dining room.”
You took the keys and nodded your head.
“Thank you ma’am.” you said before walking away fast, your face warm.
Your room was beautiful. It was tastefully decorated, had flowers on pretty much every surface, and the bed looked very cozy. You jumped on the mattress while Logan put your suitcase down.
“Comfortable?” He asked.
“Mhmmm.” You were barely audible with your face squished against the covers. Logan chuckled.
You felt the bed dip and raised your head to see Logan sitting down on the foot of the bed. He looked like there was something he wanted to say, so you sat up on the bed to give him your full attention.
“So, um… Listen,” He cleared his throat. “I just wanted to say… I appreciate everything you’re doing for me. You didn’t have to do any of this, but you did, and I wanted to say thank you.” 
You smiled shyly. Logan wasn’t a man of many words, so when he opened up like this you made sure to appreciate it and soak into the moment.
“Nothing to thank me for. Helping people is what I do, it’s what I love. Maybe I never realized there are other ways I can help other than using my powers.” You shrugged. “I guess I never had a friend that mattered to me as much as you do.” You said with a certain vulnerability in your voice. Of course you left out the part of you being completely, utterly in love with him.
The admission took Logan by surprise. How could you, a sweet, selfless, beautiful woman not be surrounded by people you loved and loved you back.
“Why?” He asked. You tilted your head and frowned.
“Why, what?”
“Why me?” He shook his head, confused. “Not only I didn’t do anything to earn your friendship, but I also hurt you. You could have so many friends, so many people, why did you stick with me?”
You stared at him for a moment in shock.
“What do you mean you didn’t do anything to earn my friendship? You’re the first friend I made at the mansion.”
“That’s it?” Logan scoffed.
“For starters.” You placed your hand on top of his and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “Logan, you earned my friendship with respect and support. Most friendships don’t start with great gestures, they start with kind words, spending time together, showing kindness. My first morning there I was nervous but you told me I would be okay. Words matter, Logan. And I knew I wanted you officially in my life the day you took me to the hospital to help. Remember?”
Logan looked down at your hands together and nodded.
“I remember thinking I had never seen anything like it. Not only you healed those kids, but the relief their parents must’ve felt…” He said softly. “And you never cared about people giving you credit…”
You chuckled. 
“It’s better that way.” You shrugged. “I also knew we would be friends when you started training me. You didn’t think I would be useless on the battlefield just because I don’t have fighting skills. I appreciated that, I appreciated you having faith in me.”
Logan rolled his eyes.
“I couldn’t have you running around trying to save everyone but not knowing how to protect yourself.” He said teasingly.
“I would’ve been okay. I can heal, remember?”
“Just because you can heal doesn’t mean you should allow yourself to get hurt in the first place.” Logan whispered.
Those words touched you deeply. Without even thinking you leaned in and kissed his cheek. Logan blinked and looked anywhere but you, the tips of his ear turning red.
“I think that’s the sweetest thing you ever said to me. Thank you.” You whispered.
Logan cleared his throat and got up, dropping your hand in the process.
“Right. Of course. Anyway, we have a big day tomorrow, right?” He rubbed his palms on his jean-clad thighs, looking awkward as hell. You nodded your head. 
“Meet me at 9 for breakfast and we’ll head to the Howlett Estate afterwards.” you said. 
“Aye Captain!” He picked his suitcase on his way to the door and turned to look at you. He looked like he wanted to say something again, but this time he just pressed his lips into a thin line.
“Good night, Logan.” you said after a moment. 
“Good night, sweetheart. I’ll see you in the morning.” he winked at you and walked out.
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Logan was used to sleepless nights, but tonight felt different. His mind kept drifting to you, no matter how hard he tried to push the thoughts away. At one point, he got up, rummaging through his jacket until he found his lighter. The one you’d given him. He turned it over in his hand, his thumb brushing over the engraving, something he often did when he thought of you.
Yet you managed to get him flustered all over again. The little kiss on the cheek you gave him earlier was driving him mad. It had been so long since he felt anything like this, so kind and gentle, so intimate without being sexual, he didn’t know how to act about it.
There was no way he could keep denying it: he had feelings for you. Could you possibly feel the same way? Your last conversation was about your friendship, how come all the sudden friendship wasn’t enough? Where did all these feelings fit in?
Logan raked a hand through his hair, frustration tugging at him. You were everything he wasn’t: beautiful, sweet, kind. The kind of person who made the world a little brighter just by existing. Surely you didn’t feel the same way about him... right? You were kind to everyone; that was just who you were. It didn’t mean you liked him.
Still, he couldn’t ignore how deeply these feelings had crept up on him. They hadn’t come all at once but had grown slowly, quietly, in the peaceful moments you’d shared: the late-night talks, the easy silences that somehow said more than words ever could. He hadn’t even realized how much you’d come to mean to him, until tonight. Until that kiss.
This would explain why he felt so jealous of Alex Summers, why he was so traumatized by the sight of your blood on his hands. Only you could get him to board a plane willingly, so what else would he do for you?
“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, his voice heavy with frustration. Things were about to get a lot more complicated. There was no way he could tell you how he felt. You deserve the best: someone kind, someone who could give you everything you deserved. That wasn’t him. Not after everything he’d done. Especially not after that night…
The memory hit him like a punch to the gut. The night he attacked you. The guilt from that moment never left him, gnawing at the edges of his mind. You’d forgiven him, but he hadn’t forgiven himself. He didn’t deserve someone like you, not after that. Not ever.
Logan sat back on the edge of the bed, staring down at the lighter in his hand. His thoughts spiraled, a storm of self-loathing and regret. He convinced himself, as he always did, that he was destined to be alone. No good woman would ever settle for someone like him, let alone you.
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The next morning arrived with an unexpected cold, so you threw on your warmest clothes and headed to the main hall for breakfast, excitement bubbling inside you at the idea of finding out more about Logan’s past. 
But the feeling wouldn’t last. When you got to the dining room you found Logan was already there, looking grumpier than usual. He had a deep frown on his face, and looked at his coffee cup as it had personally offended him.
“Hey, good morning.” You greeted him.
When he looked up at you, his face softened and his shoulders seemed to relax.
“Morning. Slept well?” He asked as you sat down across from him.
“Not really, I guess I was too excited about today to sleep. What about you?”
Logan mulled over it for a moment.
“Same.” He said simply.
“Are you okay?” You asked. “We don’t have to do it today if you’re not ready.” You reassured him. He quickly shook his head.
“No, there’s no point dragging this on any longer.” He ran a hand down his face. Your heart ached for him, he looked tired and angry.
“Logan…” You went to reach his hand, but he quickly pulled it away.
“You should go get some breakfast, we have a long day ahead.”
You got up and headed to the table where the food was served. If Logan wanted to be a grumpy cat, so be it.
He really did look like he was sucking a lemon.
The ride to the Estate was quiet, a big contrats from the ride the day before. There was no banter or jokes, just music playing softly on the radio.
When you finally reached the Estate, you let out a whistle. 
“Damn, Logan! I didn’t know you grew up filthy rich.” You joked. The main building, a manor that seemed frozen in time, stud tall and big at the top of a hill, surrounded by a vast land.
“Neither did I.” He said with a somber tone. Being back here after so long made Logan feel uneasy, like he was entering a sacred place that was prohibited to him, while at the same time walking into a dangerous place. Either way, he didn’t want to be there. You could tell this wasn’t easy for him and you wanted to make him feel at ease, but you could only help him as much as he would allow it. And right now he was being too stubborn for that.
When he parked the car you both got out, but as Logan headed to the door he noticed you weren’t following. Instead you stood by the car, arms crossed on your chest and a pout on your face.
“You coming or what?” He asked annoyed.
“No.” You stomped your foot like a child about to throw a tantrum. “Not until you tell me why you’re being such an ass this morning.” You pressed.
Logan glared at you.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Come on.” 
You shook your head.
“Nope. Something happened and I wanna know what.”
Logan groaned.
“Coming here was your idea, so come on, let’s get moving.”
But you didn’t budge, shaking your head.
“You’re doing it again!” You said.
“Doing what?” Logan asked confused.
“Pushing me away.” You replied, your voice shaking. It made Logan stop in his tracks. He had sworn he wouldn’t push you away again. With a defeated sigh he ran a hand down his face and walked back towards you.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to. I guess I’m really stressed right now, not knowing what we may find there.” He said pointing at the building with his thumb over his shoulder. “I barely got any sleep but I don’t mean to take it out on you.” He reassured you.
Damn, you really had him wrapped around your finger, didn’t you?
“Why didn't you just tell me? You know you can tell me anything.” The sad look on your face, with a little pout on your lips, made Logan’s defense crumble.
“I know, I’m sorry sweetheart. You already did so much for me I didn’t want to burden you with something else.”
You pouted even more.
“After all this time you still haven’t learned that you’re not a burden for me.” You shook your head and stepped closer. “I guess I’ll just have to keep reminding you.” You took his hand and walked towards the door. “Come on!”
Logan smiled softly. Of course you forgave him right away, you just couldn’t stay mad at him.
He was so screwed!
“Is it anything like you remember?” You asked him and he looked around the building.
“Somewhat, yeah. But mostly things look out of place.”
Several families lived there after the Howletts, and in the latest decades functioned as a museum, so changes were to be expected, but at least most of the structure was left the same since the last time Logan was there.
You were spotted by an employee behind a counter.
“Welcome to Howlett Estate! Would you like a guided tour?” He asked.
“No.” Logan said simply. You threw him a look.
“We would like to explore on our own, but we may have questions for later.” You added politely.
“Okie dokie! Here are some flyers and you can use your phones to download more information.” 
You took the flyers and smiled.
“Thank you!” You said before taking Logan by the arm and walking away. “I like him, he says okie dokie.” Logan simply rolled his eyes.
Stepping into the museum felt like traveling through a time machine. The furniture, the lamps, the carefully preserved clothes, all of it carried the weight of 200 years of history. You couldn’t help but wish these artifacts could speak, sharing the stories they had witnessed. How many footsteps had echoed through these halls? How many secrets were tucked away within these walls?
With your arm gently hooked around Logan's, you strolled at a leisurely pace, making sure he didn’t rush through the space. You wanted him to take it all in, to truly absorb every detail around him.
In the main room rested an imposing portrait of the Howlett family: John, Elizabeth and little James.
“Is that you?” You whispered pointing at the boy on the painting.
“I think so.”
“Awww you were so cute!” You gushed. Logan blinked and looked away, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Look at those little shorts!”
“I looked ridiculous in those clothes.” He deflected.
“Uh I’m sure they were very fashionable at the time.” You shrugged. “Your mom was very beautiful.”
Logan stared at the woman in the painting with a newfound pain in his chest: he craved for a motherly love he never felt. For someone who lived such a long life, he surely missed out on a lot of things.
“She really was.” He said softly.
You stayed quiet, knowing Logan needed a moment to process everything. There were signs of recognition in his eyes, but you didn’t dare to ask. If he wanted to share a memory with you, he would let you know.
You moved from one room to the other, until you reached a children’s bedroom and Logan stopped in his tracks.
“I remember this place…” He walked in slowly, taking everything in.
“Yeah?” You were curious. “Was this your bedroom?”
“I think so. It looked a bit different then, but yeah…”
“You had a big ass bed.” You pointed out the fancy mahogany bed. “I bet you were very spoiled.” You teased, but you dropped your playfulness when you saw the lost look on Logan’s face.
“I remember spending a lot of time in bed. I was a sickly kid.” He then walked to the bed and stared at it for a moment. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Suddenly Logan pushed the bed to the side, as if it weighed nothing.
“Logan!” You chastised. “We’re not supposed to touch anything!”
“Just keep watch.” Logan said before kneeling down and reaching behind the head of the bed.
“What are you doing?” You asked before leaning against the door, watching out for anyone coming your way.
“I left something in here…” he tapped around the wall until he heard a hollow sound. The room had clearly been reformed through the years, but to Logan’s surprise his little hidden spot was untouched. With one of his claws he managed to pull out a piece of skirting board and there it was: his little box of treasures.
He quickly put the board back in its place and then moved the bed.
“What is that?” You asked as you both sat on the bed. Logan opened the tin box, dust flying everywhere, and was met with little pieces of his childhood. There was an uncharacteristic tenderness in the way Logan picked the first item, his movements careful and deliberate, a stark contrast to his usual rough manner. 
It was a little lead soldier.
“I remember this, my grandfather got it for me during a business trip.” He said before going for another item, and then another, and another. “He wasn’t very nice, so little things like this meant a lot to me.”
In the box were all kinds of things a boy could treasure: a few colorful marbles, a feather, some coins…
“It’s like a time capsule.” You whispered before reaching in and taking a postcard from the box. It had a beautiful painting of a rose. You turned it around and read outloud “Love you forever, your little flower -Rose.” You smiled softly. “Mmmm who’s Rose?” 
Logan took a moment to think before picking the car.
“A childhood friend.” He said. It was a lie, or at least not the whole truth. Logan and Rose’s story was a long and messy one, one that ended in tragedy.
“A childhood friend.” You repeated with a scoff. “I didn’t know you called your friends “little flowers”.” you teased, elbowing him playfully.
Logan rolled his eyes.
“Shut up.” He said before snatching the card from your hand and placing it back in the box. If it wasn’t because of the shy smile on his face you would think he was actually mad.
Then something in the box caught his attention and his smile dropped. You watched as he carefully picked up an old pocket watch from the box.
“This was my father’s.” He said softly. “It was broken, so he didn’t use it anymore. He told me I could keep it and maybe one day I would figure out how to fix it.” He frowned, caressing the watch with his thumb, the same way he did with his lighter. “That day never came.” He said sadly.
You watched him quietly, before placing your hand on his back and rubbing soothing circles on it.
“You just got a piece of him back, that’s something…” You commented.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Excuse me?” A voice behind you said. You quickly threw your coat on Logan’s lap, hiding the box, before turning to see a tour guide standing by the door. “You’re not supposed to sit on the bed.” He said, a disapproving look on his face.
“Right! Of course! I’m sorry!” You jumped from the bed and walked towards him. “So, I have some questions, I saw there are a lot of portraits on the staircase, are they members of the Howlett family? Who are they?” You talked fast, pushing the guide out to the hall to give Logan a moment alone. You gave Logan a pointed look over your shoulder before stepping out of the room.
Logan kept looking into the box before finally closing it and putting it in your bag. He would look more into it later, for now he had to make sure you weren’t getting in trouble.
He found you asking all kinds of questions to the poor guide, who looked confused and flustered.
“... so if the mattresses were filled with feathers, how many geese or ducks would they need to fill in a king sized bed?” you asked.
“I wouldn’t know, ma’am.”
“I imagine it would be a lot!”
“Right.”
“And they made their own candles, right? Now, how do you make a candle?” You asked, playing dumb.
“I think that’s enough, sweetheart.” Logan said, stopping by your side. The guide sighed with relief.
“I have one more question!” You said before turning back to the poor guy. “What happened to the Howlett family? Are they still around?”
“I’m afraid the family’s history is a tragic one. For starters John and Elizabeth’s first son, John Jr. passed away when he was a baby. Years later they had their second son, James. There aren’t any actual records, given the time, but for what we could gather James was an illegitimate son Elizabeth had with the groundskeeper, Thomas Logan. Either way John raised James as his own. Not that he had much of a choice, at the time it would’ve been a massive scandal if people knew James was a bastard child.” while the guide talked and pointed out some portraits you glanced at Logan. There was a storm brewing behind his hazel eyes and you worried he would lash out any moment.
“Whether Mr. Howlett knew or not isn’t clear, but we do know he fired Logan. One evenight Thomas returned and the two men fought to death. It’s believed that he came back to take his son away and was killed in the process, not without mortally wounding John first. Still, someone must’ve taken little James, because he went missing after that. People in town searched for him, but he was never found.”
Slowly and very discreetly you stood by Logan and took his hand. With a squeeze to his fingers you told him you were there for him. This couldn’t be easy for him to hear. He squeezed your hand back, your touch grounding him.
“Feeling incapable of carrying on without her husband and her soon,Mrs. Elizabeth Howlett took her own life. The Howlett name remained, thanks to John’s father, who kept the place up and running until his death. He never stopped looking for James.” The guide concluded.
There was an extended silence, as everything seemed to sink in.
“That is very sad.” you said softly after a moment.
“Indeed.” the guide said. “Anything else you’d like to know?”
You looked at Logan and he shook his head.
“No, that would be all, thank you.” You replied.
“Of course, don’t forget to stop by the gift store!” the guide said before retreating away.
You turned to look at Logan fully.
“Are you okay?” 
Logan barely nodded his head.
“Enough for today.” He mumbled before walking away. 
It wasn’t long before you were both sitting at a table in the far corner of a bar. Logan knocked back drink after drink while you nursed a beer. The tin box laid open on the table while Logan inspected some of his old “treasures”. You were quiet for most of it, but you were worried about him and couldn’t keep silent much longer.
“Are you okay?” You asked. “I know today was intense and a lot happened, but did you at least get some answers? Any memories?”
Logan nodded before downing another drink.
“He was wrong.” He mumbled.
“Who?”
“The tour guide. He got most of the story right, but some details were wrong.” Logan took his father’s watch with a longing look. “My father didn’t kill Thomas Logan, I did.” He confessed. “That night I found out I was a mutant, I killed him with my claws… I was just a child.” He shook his head in shame.
“Oh Logan, I’m so sorry.” you said placing a hand on his arm.
“Thomas Logan was my biological father, but he didn’t mean anything to me. John Howlett didn’t raise me to avoid a scandal. He loved my mother and he loved me. In my heart he will always be my true father.”
“What happened after?” You asked.
“Rose and I ran away with help from my grandfather. The memories get hazy after that, but I do recall…” He took a deep breath. “I recall killing Rose by accident.” He said sadly.
“Oh, Logan…” You didn’t know what to say. 
“I hurt everyone I care about, even before I knew I was a mutant I hurt my family.”
“No, Logan, stop. The way you were conceived wasn’t your fault, you didn’t choose to be your father’s son. You didn’t kill your mother, that’s on her.” You shook your head.
“What about Rose, uh? Or the others that came after her? My life is an endless battle, one death after the other.” He shook his head in defeat. “You should go back to the Mansion without me.”
Your heart dropped.
“What?” the question came out in a shaky voice. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”
“Angel…” Logan sounded exhausted. “I’m a bad man. You don’t need a bad man in your life.”
You frowned and felt hot tears threatening to spill out. 
“Logan, I need you to listen to me.” You said while taking his hand over the table. “I know you say you’re a bad man because you feel guilty, because you have a conscience that weighs on you. But what if I told you that doesn’t make you a bad man. It does the opposite.” He looked at you confused. “A bad man doesn’t care if he hurts someone else, he only cares about himself. A bad man doesn’t have a conscience. And this, James Logan Howlett, is how I know you’re not a bad man. Because you care, I know you do, you care so much and behind this tough exterior there’s a good man craving forgiveness, companionship and even love.”
Logan looked at you for a moment, his eyes going from one side of your face to the other, as if he was memorizing your face.
“Sweetheart…” He breathed out.
“Please don’t leave me.” you begged, catching him by surprise. “You left once and it nearly killed me, please don’t do it again, don’t push me away.” Without realizing, tears started rolling down your cheeks. Logan reached up to touch your face and your eyelids dropped as he wiped your tears.
Your heart ached for him. You were convinced he would never love you back, not the way he loved Jean, but when he touched you like that you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of hope.
In the meantime Logan wondered how he got someone like you to care for him so much, to see the good in him when he couldn’t see it himself. You were so beautiful and if it was up to him you would never cry tears of sadness ever again.
“It’s been a long day, we both need some rest.” He said, both of you exhausted.
Once back at the B&B Logan walked you to your door.
“Will you be okay tonight?” You asked softly.
“Yeah.” Logan replied without thinking too much, before frowning and rubbing his neck. “I think so...” he added unsure. “...probably not.”
“We can stay up and talk a little bit more, if you want.” You offered.
Talking was the last thing Logan wanted to do.
“Angel…” He stepped closer, something shifting in his eyes. He lifted a hand to your face, so slowly it felt as if he was trying not to scare you, and placed it on your cheek. Your breath hitched and you tilted your head against his hand, seeking his touch. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me.” Logan whispered.
As if drawn together by an invisible force, you stepped closer until your chests were nearly brushing. Logan hesitated, his gaze searching yours for any sign to pull away, to stop. But all he found was an invitation: a soft, loving look that made him feel like the only person in the world. It was as if nothing else existed, no one else mattered, and you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
“I would do anything for you, Logan.” you confessed. 
And that was all Logan needed to take the next step. He leaned in and pressed his lips against you in a chaste, tentative kiss. Your hands moved up his chest to rest on each side of his neck, pulling him closer, his free hand resting on your hip.
When Logan pulled back he didn’t go far, he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes slowly and looked at him still trying to wrap your head around the fact that he had kissed you. You dreamed of this moment so many times, you weren’t ready to let go.
You tilted your head up and kissed him again, this time with more enthusiasm as the initial shock washed away.
Logan wrapped his arm around your waist while you ran your hands up his neck and your fingers through his hair. When your tongue slipped past his lips, Logan let out a low growl and pulled you closer.
“Fuck, sweetheart…” He hissed against your lips. “I should’ve kissed sooner.” He said before kissing you again.
“I wish you had.” You whispered. 
Logan pressed you against your door, wanting to feel you impossibly close.
“I don’t think I can stop.” Logan admitted. 
“I don’t want you to stop. I've wanted this for a long time.” You said, but before he could kiss you again you pulled your face away slightly. “But I need to know…”
Logan pulled back to look at you better and waited.
“Yes?”
Suddenly you felt like you couldn’t speak, no words would come out of your mouth. When Logan saw you struggle, he tilted your chin and made you look at him.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry if I pushed you too much.”
You quickly shook your head.
“No, it’s not that… It’s just that…” You took his hands, wanting to ground yourself. “If we’re going any further, I need to know it’s not because you can’t be with Jean.” You looked at him shyly. “I don’t want to be your second choice.”
Logan stared at you for a moment in shock. He knew you were aware of his feelings for Jean, you even held him when he cried over her engagement with Scott. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you had your doubts. He wanted to shut those doubts down fast.
“You’re not.” He said. “I’m an idiot, this entire time I’ve been pinning after her yet you were here by my side, putting up with my crap.” He shook his head. “All those times I talked about her, did I hurt you?”
You chewed your lower lip as you tried to come up with an answer. But you didn’t need to, Logan saw right through you.
“Oh, sweetheart…” He pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. You instantly clinged onto him. “I’m so sorry.”
“You didn’t know.” you tried to comfort him. “I’m sorry I killed the mood.”
Logan chuckled lightly against your skin.
“You didn’t kill anything. I’m glad we talked about this.” He pulled back and cupped your face. “I don’t want Jean, not anymore. I want you, even though I’m convinced I don’t deserve you.”
You rolled your eyes and gave his shirt a little tug.
“You keep saying that, can I convince you otherwise?” You asked with a flirty tone as you played with his dog tags. Logan smirked.
“Perhaps I can be persuaded.” He flirted back.
You quickly opened your bedroom door and pulled him inside. You couldn’t help but giggle as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he kicked the door shut. This was everything you dreamed of! Logan easily picked you up by your thighs and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist.
“You better not drop me!” You laughed.
“Never!” He chuckled and kissed you again.
Logan set you down carefully on the dresser where he took his time tasting your lips and exploring your mouth. Your hands wandered all over his chest, his broad shoulders, his biceps… you wanted to touch every inch of him. You couldn’t get enough of him.
At one point he pulled back and caressed your cheek.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic softness. His eyes held a rare tenderness, mirrored in the gentle way his fingers brushed against you. It was a good thing you were sitting down because your knees were weak and you felt like melting inside. “My sweet little angel.” Logan added before kissing you again.
Your hands worked on unbuttoning his flannel and quickly pushed it off his shoulder, dropping it on the floor next to his jacket.
“Logan…” You whispered against his lips. “Take me to bed…”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
You spend the rest of the night in Logan’s arms, making love and having all kinds of conversations in between, from deep and revealing to fun and silly. But you only had so much energy, and after the fourth round your eyelids started to drop. Logan watched you as you curled up against him, his fingertips caressing your arm up and down. You were breathtaking and he kicked himself for not realizing sooner.
At one point you felt the sheets rustling and the bed moving. You turned to see Logan sitting on the bed, slowly dressing himself. With your eyes heavy with sleep, you tried to sit up, lifting yourself up with your elbow.
“What are you doing?” You asked softly.
Logan turned to look at you and smiled at the sight: you looked adorable, half asleep, your hair a mess, your lips bruised from all the kisses. and the sheets barely covering your naked body.
“Go back to sleep, baby.” He whispered.
Your heart dropped.
“You’re leaving? Why?”
The worry and sadness in your voice didn’t go unnoticed to Logan.
“It’s not what you think.” He shook his head and leaned to kiss your forehead. “I just can’t fall asleep next to you.”
“Why?” you pouted.
“I’m worried I may hurt you again.” He admitted.
You looked at him for a moment, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.
“I wish you didn’t leave.” You wanted nothing more but to sleep in his arms.
“I know, baby, I know.” He sighed. “I’ll keep working on it, I promise. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
You reached for his hand. What he didn’t know is that this was hurting you too.
“Will I see you in the morning?”
Logan smiled and lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.
“Darling, after tonight, you won’t ever get rid of me.” He chuckled and leaned to kiss you. “Get some sleep, I’ll bring us breakfast in a few hours.” He promised.
“Mmmokay.” You sighed and nuzzled your pillow. “It better be a good breakfast, with lots of kisses.”
Logan chuckled and got up.
“All the kisses you want, my angel.”
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jgoddesstarot · 1 year ago
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Shared Interests - What Hobbies or Activities Will You & Your Future Spouse Enjoy Doing Together
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Left-to-Right: Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3
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🔮How this works: Close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you at this time.
🔮Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are based upon my intuitive interpretation of the cards and about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.
Pile 1
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Tarot Cards: Queen of Cups, High Priestess, 6 of Cups, Ace of Pentacles, The Hanged Man
Hey there, my Pile 1's! Let's have some fun and guess what hobbies and activities you and your future partner might bond over. Think of these as the special ingredients that will spice up your love life.
Firstly, let's dive into the world of emotions and intuition. You both might love exploring mysteries and having deep chats. Perhaps you'll find happiness in spiritual stuff or maybe something artsy. These shared passions will be like your GPS, guiding you through life's ups and downs.
Next, picture yourselves reminiscing old times and making new memories. You'll enjoy simple things that bring joy and evoke childhood memories. It could be playing board games, strolling down memory lane, or starting a collection of old-school items. These will be the special moments that make your life together extra sweet.
Now, let's talk about building a strong future. You both will be practical and focus on financial security. You might love planning your dream house, working on DIY projects, or exploring nature. These activities will be like the bricks and mortar, building a solid base for your love.
Finally, imagine taking some quiet time for self-reflection. You'll both enjoy time to think and grow. This could be trying out meditation, yoga, or volunteering for a good cause. These contemplative moments will be like a refreshing break from your hectic lives.
To wrap it up, my Pile 1's, your shared hobbies will be the threads writing your love story. They'll range from the mysterious to the nostalgic, the practical to the reflective. Together, you'll build a life filled with deep connections and thrilling adventures. These shared interests are the special bond that will make your journey together stand out and memorable.
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Tarot Cards: 2 of Cups, Ace of Wands, King of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, 5 of Wands
Hi there, my Pile 2's, let's chat about the hobbies you and your future spouse will love doing together. These shared interests will be the magic that keeps your bond strong. First, imagine a deep emotional and between you both. It's like you both understand each other's emotions perfectly. In terms of hobbies, this means you'll find joy in activities that bring you both closer emotionally. Think sweet dinner dates, heart-to-heart talks, or just enjoying quiet moments together. These will be the special moments that keep your relationship strong.
Next, picture a burst of creativity in your life. This creative spark will lead you to fun adventures and new hobbies. Your future spouse will bring new exciting energy into your life, and you'll both love trying new things together. It could be exploring the outdoors, starting a new art project, or just having fun trying something new. Your shared adventures will be full of passion and excitement.
Then, the King of Cups suggests that you both are empathetic and emotionally mature. You'll both love activities that help others or make a positive impact. It could be volunteering together, doing charity work, or even caring for animals. Your shared compassion will make your relationship even stronger.
Now, think of moments of peace and comfort. These will be the stable moments in your relationship. It's not all about excitement all the time; you'll also appreciate quieter moments together. You might love spending cozy nights at home, gardening, or cooking delicious meals together. These simple moments will be your safe haven, giving you a sense of security.
Finally, a bit of healthy competition comes into play. This suggests you'll love activities that involve a bit of friendly rivalry. It could be playing sports, board games, or even challenging each other intellectually. It might get competitive, but it's all just for fun and to keep the relationship exciting.
In the end, your shared interests will be the threads that write your love story. They include emotional connections, adventures, compassion, stability, and a bit of playful competition. Embrace these interests as the things that will bring you closer, create lasting memories, and make your journey together even more exciting. Your relationship promises a beautiful mix of intimacy, adventure, empathy, comfort, and fun. These shared interests are the glue that will keep your bond strong and your love story captivating.
Pile 3
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Tarot Cards: Ace of Swords, 6 of Pentacles, 10 of Cups, 8 of Wands, Tower
Hey, friends of Pile 3, let's chat about the cool stuff you and your future partner will love doing together. Think of these shared hobbies as the secret sauce that'll make your bond even stronger.
First off, let's talk about brainy activities. You know, like solving puzzles, having deep conversations, or picking up new skills together. This kind of mental gymnastics will keep your relationship interesting and keep you both on your toes.
Next, let's think about the feel-good factor of giving back. You both might love lending a hand in your neighborhood or championing causes close to your heart. It's a solid way to build a relationship based on kindness and mutual values.
Now, let's imagine a life filled with laughter and love. Your shared hobbies will focus on building a warm family and spending quality time with friends. Picture laid-back family nights, hosting fun parties, and celebrating your love. These are the moments that'll make your journey together really special.
Then, picture a life full of energy and thrill. You guys will love new experiences, traveling to new places, and making spontaneous decisions together. It's all about keeping the spark alive and keeping things exciting.
Finally, let's remember that change is part of life. Your hobbies will change as your relationship grows, and that's a good thing. Welcome new experiences and don't shy away from surprises. Changes can lead to growth and fresh starts in your shared activities.
In a nutshell, your future together is all about shared hobbies that keep your minds active, foster kindness, create joy, fuel adventure, and welcome change. Embrace these interests as opportunities to grow, have fun, and deepen your bond. Your journey together is promising - it's full of happiness, kindness, excitement, adaptability, and transformation. Shared hobbies are the keys to a fulfilling life full of love and adventure, and they'll shape your beautiful story together.
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 14 days ago
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life expectancy for individuals with Autism is 16 to 20 years lower than the general population
Hi there,
You are correct about the life expectancy. Mostly due to drowning and other accidents. According to an abstract from the Library of Medicine:
Research has shown that individuals with autism spectrum disorder (ASD) have higher rates of health problems throughout childhood, adolescence, and adulthood, and that this may result in elevated risk of early mortality. The present study reported the rate, timing, and causes of death in a large community-based cohort of adolescents and adults with ASD (n = 406) over a 20-year period (1998 – 2018), and identified predictors of mortality. Over this period, 6.4% of individuals died at an average age of 39 years. Causes of death included chronic conditions (such as cancer and heart disease), accidents (such as choking on food and accidental poisoning), and health complications due to medication side effects. Even after controlling for age and health status, significant predictors of mortality were early childhood levels of impairments in social reciprocity and high levels of functional impairments at the start of the study period. The results suggest the importance of social engagement and functional self-sufficiency across the life course, as well as adequate access to health care for individuals with ASD.
Another study reported:
Two recent studies will undoubtedly shock individuals and families affected by autism spectrum disorder (ASD). These studies show a much earlier age of death in those with ASD as compared with the general population.
One study, published in the American Journal of Public Health in April 2017, finds the life expectancy in the United States of those with ASD to be 36 years old as compared to 72 years old for the general population. They note that those with ASD are 40 times more likely to die from various injuries. About 28 percent of those with ASD die of an injury. Most of these are suffocation, asphyxiation, and drowning. The risk of drowning peaks at about 5 to 7 years old. As 50 percent of those with ASD wander, water safety and swim lessons are a must. GPS trackers are also available for purchase should a child wander or get lost. This makes finding the child or adult much easier and faster.
The other study was published by the British Journal of Psychiatry in January 2018. This was a Swedish study showing similar results but elaborating on other causes of death as well. This study showed a life expectancy in those with ASD with a cognitive disability (or a learning disability) at 39.5 years versus 70 years for the general population studied. Those with ASD without a learning disability had an average age of death at about 58 years. The leading causes of death in those with ASD in this large study were heart disease, suicide, and epilepsy. The suicide rate among those with ASD was 9 times higher than the general population. There have only recently been studies showing the increased risk of suicide in those with autism spectrum disorder. Future studies will help us to understand what causes this increased suicide risk so that we can help to fight it. It should also be noted that 20-40 percent of those with ASD have seizures compared to 1 percent of the general population, causing this increased risk of death by seizures.
As someone who has epilepsy and autism, I can’t help but live in fear every day. I never know when a seizure happens. I just wake up feeling off. Sometimes even hitting my head or other injuries.
I hope this helps. I hope you have a wonderful/night.
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sailorjojogames · 4 months ago
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NEW CHALLENGE
THE SIMS 4: BARBIE Decades Challenge!
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As an aspiring Barbie connoisseur, it gives me great JOY to present this challenge , HUGELY  inspired by @sim-himbo Barbie Legacy Challenge and @liyaahgee Urban Barbie Legacy
Barbie has been around since 1959 till now ( 7 generations ) , And adding decades and Barbie lore to the Sims 4 as a challenge would be fun!
Please let me know if you have any suggestions or questions . I would love to hear from fellow Barbie connoisseur ❤ Feel free to tag me @sailorjojogames and use #barbie decades challenge #BarbieDecadesChallenge, I want to see your gameplay ❀ Hope you enjoy this as much as I do x .
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All heirs must be named Barbie - optional for generation seven  (non-heir children may have any name expect when classified )
You may use the freerealestatecheat for your first house, but try not to use money cheats after that!
You are allowed and encouraged to use lot traits and reward traits to boost skill gain, anything that’s in-game is fair game.
Must refer to Barbie dolls and history - Barbies By Year - Toy Sisters and dress up according to decade.
Must have a pet/pets in each generation.
You are encouraged to use mods - mods needed would be stated.
The race , colour, gender and pronouns of Barbie/Ken/siblings/cousin/friends - DOES NOT MATTER or have to be accurate to THE Barbie lore .
There are other generation ideas for ***generation 2, 4, 5 and 6  at the end, to pick and choose . Enjoy x.
Packs you will need:
EPs: Get To Work, Get Together , City Living, Cats & Dogs, Get Famous, Island Living, High School Years, University, Horse Ranch
GPs: Spa Day*, Parenthood
Optional packs:
Strangerville
*You only need Spa Day for the High Maintenance trait in one of the generations and nothing else, so it’s fine to skip out on it.
Useful tips, links and Barbie Lore and gameplay ideas in this
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Based on the 60's - Classic barbie from 1959
Complete Successful Lineage aspiration
Max Parenting , Cooking and Baking skills
Must have Family-Oriented , Neat and Foodie traits
Must Have 5 children called Barbie Millicent Roberts, Skipper, Stacie, Chelsea/ Kelly and Krissy (if you have twins - called them Todd and Tutti)
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***Based on the 70's - Superstar barbie and Malibu Barbie
Complete Master Actress aspiration
Max Acting , Dancing and Singing skills
Must have High Maintenance and Dance Machine traits
Max Actor Career
Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status
Must have a secret affair with a fellow Actor! 🌶
Have a Beach home in Sulani
Have only 2 children - Barbie and Skipper
Optional 
Complete the Party animal aspiration -to fit the disco vibes in the 70's
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Based on the 80's - Day to night Barbie, Peaches 'n cream and Great shape barbie.
Complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration
Max Charisma and Logic skills
Max Business career (Investor branch)
Must have Ambitious , Romantic and Non-committal traits
Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status
Have 3 children- Barbie, Skipper and Stacie (does not have to be from the same partner 🌶)
Optional
Be a serial lover (Serial Romantic aspiration) 🌶
Own a Business venue - Use @littlemssam LittleMsSam Mod buyable venues
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***Based on the 90's - totally hair barbie, Hawaii fun, magical hair barbie and jewel hair mermaid barbie
Must live in Sulani
Complete Beach Life aspiration
Max Conservationist career (Marine Biologist branch)
Become a mermaid
Max Fitness skills
Must have Child of the Ocean trait
Have 4 children (non-mermaids)- Barbie, Skipper, Stacie and Kelly
Optional
Use The Expanded Mermaid mod by @sp-creates - Max Mermaid Ranks and XP
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***Based on 00's - myscenes. Playing as a teen along with generation 4 or can move out as a teen.
Complete Admired Icon teen aspiration
Must graduate High school and have a Prom
Must have a big group of friends - 8-10 sims . Make a club and always hang out with these friend. 🌶 add drama by messing around with the cuties in the group
Must have Creative and Insider traits
Carry onto University...
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get into university with the same friend group
Complete Leader of the Pack aspiration
Max Photography and Painting skills
Must complete an art related degree and live on campus
Max Style Influencer Career (Trendsetter Branch)
Get married to one of the friends in the group
Each member of the friend group must have a PET
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***Based on the 2010s due to all the unhinged pets playsets that come out during that time and the Farm vet barbie and the Vet barbie .
Complete Friend of the Animals aspiration
Max Veterinarian skill
Run a 5-star vet clinic
Have at least 3 pets - a dog (Taffy) , a cat (Blissa) and a horse (Tawny) and be good friends with all of them
Must have either Cat Lover and Dog Lover trait or Animal Enthusiast trait ( or all of them )
Have a Farm with chickens, mini sheep , mini goats, llamas, cows and horses. (optional - collect all the fish, insects, frogs and axolotls)
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Based on the 2020's - inspired by Kamala Harris , presidential candidate barbie and 2023 barbie the movie barbie president
Complete Mansion Baron aspiration
Max Politician career (Politician branch)
Max Charisma skill
Must have Cheerful , Good and Self-Assured traits
Optional 
Have a child called Ken
You can stop here , this is according to how long Barbie has existed… The next few generations are not compulsory . 
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Inspired by 1992/1993 stars ‘n stripes army Barbie
Must live in Strangerville
Complete Strangerville Mystery aspiration
Max Logic and Charisma skills
Max Military career (Either branch)
Must have Erratic and Active traits
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Year 3000 inspired by Astronaut barbie and space goddess
Complete Nerd Brain aspiration
Max Astronaut career (Either branch)
Max Robotics and Rocket Science skills
Go to SIXAM at least once and bring a souvenir
Must have Genius and Overachiever traits
Be abducted by Aliens at least once
Fall in love and Marry an Alien
Have a Servo as a family member / Butler
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Make your dream Barbie. 
Complete at least 2 child aspirations
Complete at least 2 teen aspirations
Complete Renaissance Sim AND Academic aspirations
Max 10 skills
Have 12 or more traits
Graduate from college
Reach the top of any career
Have a house worth 1 Million Simoleons
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***Other generation ideas to swap with…
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Swap Generation two 70’s movie star barbie with this. Based on the 70's - Superstar barbie and Malibu Barbie
Complete World Famous Celebrity aspiration
Max Dancing and Singing skills
Max skill in at least 2 instruments
Max Entertainer career (Musician branch)
Must have Music Lover trait
Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status
Have a Beach home in Sulani
Have only 2 children - Barbie and Skipper
Optional 
Complete the Party animal aspiration -to fit the disco vibes in the 70's
Must have a secret affair with a fellow celebrity ! 🌶
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Swap Generation 4 90's sea pearl barbie with this.
Inspired by western stampin' and all the horses that came out in the 90's
Complete Championship Rider aspiration
Max Riding skill
Must make all money from gardening, farming, wine making, etc. No day job!
Must own a horse and have it max every skill
Must have Animal Enthusiast and Rancher traits
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Swap for generation five 00s my friends- inspired by Cali girl barbie, city style barbie and fashion fever barbie 
Complete Leader of the Pack aspiration
Max Photography and Painting skills
Max Style Influencer Career ( Trendsetter Branch )
Must have Creative and Insider traits
Must have a big group of friends - 8-10 -make a club and always hang out with these friends.
Name children -Barbie, Stacie Kelly and Krissy 
Optional 
Complete the Beach life aspiration 
Date or have an affair with a Prince 🌶
Can use the World famous stylist mod by kiarasims4mod or any model related mod
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Swap Generation six 2010s pet vet barbie - Inspired by the show barbie dreamhouse adventurous and barbie vlogs 
Complete Friends of the World aspiration
Max Social Media career (Internet Personality branch)
Max Media production and Singing skills
Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status
Must have Cheerful and Outgoing traits
Optional Max social media star aspiration by kiarasims4mod
🎀🌸A huge thank you to @sim-himbo and @liyaahgee for the inspiration for this challenge! 🌸🎀
More Generations ideas and Barbie Challenges 
Barbie Legacy Challenge
Urban Barbie Legacy
@sea-cross Barbie CAS Challenge
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agendabymooner · 1 year ago
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better enemies than strangers ! jenson b. x ofc (hunt!driver!ofc)
summary: the brawn gp documentary had a fifth episode in which julia james ‘jj’ hunt, daughter of late james hunt, discussed the story of her one-year career at brawn gp as driver number two. she talked about him quite a lot, to say the least— especially when he had done nothing but get on her nerves and defend her for being the only woman in the grid back in the 2000s.
content warning: enemies-to-lovers trope (briefly), teammates-to-lovers, ofc-heavy, mentions of sexism in f1, brawn gp documentary based, tweets at the very end, godparent!niki lauda mentioned
note: it’s been stuck in my photo gallery for a while now. expect some honey honey sometime next week or this week! enjoy xx
a - n masterlist // o - z masterlist
if you’d like to get on one of my taglists, check this post out
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BRAWN GP DOCUMENTARY: PART 5
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♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @topguncultleader @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen @happy-nico @architect-2015
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kinki-cami · 2 months ago
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Nah because i would FLORISH being an independent in affini society
Like first off, im not isolated immediately that brings me up by like 45% like i can go see that forest, hang out with the (hopefully not going to bite me or give me rabies) animals pet some squirrels say hi to the hummingbirds, i can go into public and walk around, id honestly probably start skipping bc thats what ive imagined so far considering i wouldnt be as depressed as i am now
Secondly, FULL customization of what i wear just be able to look how i want without fear, probably wear my denim look but with some extra like, an ACTUAL denim skirt that looks nice, maybe makeup if i was feeling up to it
Thirdly, just exploration. This is pretty much the miscellaneous second of this post. Because theres probably no money (i assume i need to do more research) before i get to that i fuckin love research i would know every fuckin affini custom by year 5, anyway because of presumeably no money, fake shop at the mall bc hell yeah fuckin love the mall its like a mini city, youd go in like you were going to the mall and like fake "check out" with like a fake credit card or something and yahh fun but also id just like go get coffee, possibly some matcha, skip around town wearing heels WITH my denim outfit, looking all fuckin cute, go see the plants (not affini like houseplants like mint) fuck id grow some bleeding hearts, some mint, make sure to pick up plant food, bc even tho i CAN do it in the hab unit, its more fun leaving to pick stuff up, it gives you a sense of accomplishment like "yahhhh i did something today 🥰 (its a crime theres no 'fist pump' emoji, i swear there are more useless emojis than practical ones)" and because i wouldnt be in one location for 6+ hours a day (excluding sleep) i would have time to do things that i WANNA do, like finish that pokemon book that im only on kakuna out of pecharunt. And i could drink my coffee/tea and go to the game store and play magic with peoples or pokemon, i could go play some dnd, write my damn books, skip around in heels bc skipping is happy but i wanna wear heels soo yahhhh
Yeah i may occassionally get harrassed but like if im polite and express boundries im sure theyll leave me alone or at least relatively along
By the way im going based off of the two stories ive read so far aight, so if this is very biased aight. Too bad i need to read more. But also like, i can express myself two 2 stories ok? Like a girl can fantasize anyway back my fantasy
Eventually id want an affini to adopt me but like, god id be pretty happy without drugs theyd need to actively make my life miserable to make me want the drugs, like, damn. Also with the number of times im cursing in this post any and all affini rp blogs are gonna be like "stop fucking cursing little indie" and to be fair i dont like cursing at people the only time i do is when im expressing myself or am pissed off i never call anyone curse words because its mean and i dont like being mean 🥺
Uhh and i think thats all my thoughts god i had Sadistic glee read the bonus chapters of hdg a bit ago anyway gotta gp finish those, then go finish the other one that im halfway through then go read more, if anyone has any not emotionally wrecking stories feel free to send them via asks or something like i dont wanna see characters despairing but i dont mind seeing their personality erased, as long as the struggle isnt super visible or is minimal
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keelt9 · 1 month ago
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Chapter 15
Masterlist
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I stopped going to the Grand Prix after, me and my reckless innocence believed all the people around coming to you with good intentions. 
In my last GP, one man approached to me claiming working for a newspaper and wanted to write a special article about Lewis, I said more than I should, reveal things that I didn’t know it should be keep it like holy secrets; as result Lewis has a big scold from his team, besides he never reproach me anything, I knew it for the way his voice drops and his eyes light off. 
That was enough for me to stop and wanted to keep my family in the shadows; as I keep growing up, every time people find out Lewis Hamilton is my brother, different types of comments surround me, good and bad. 
With Caleb everything seemed different. 
I met him in the first semester of college, he wasn’t the most popular guy but he has something that makes it impossible to pass unnoticed, he didn’t seem to mind my family or the comments around me. By that time Hanna was already stuck with me and claimed herself a close friend of mine. 
Time passed and we got closer, by the third semester we were already a couple, two years later we started to make a plan for when we graduated from college. 
He’s a year older and we agreed he’ll wait until I graduate. Meanwhile he started work, for we’re moving together to a department we would buy between us.
My family made a racket with the fact I have such a strong mind around a plan I made totally in love in college; my sisters claim this will pass when I begin to settle down and my brothers we’re just worried I actually be so stuck to this plan.
My parents fear materialized when, just 5 months later I announced to them I’m moving with Caleb, they relentlessly with me saying that if that’s what I want it’s totally fine, still I must consider the plans you made could change in any moment. 
But in that moment I couldn't care less, when Lewis tried to interfere I shut him down telling him from all my siblings he was the one who knows me the least; along the way Caleb was so stubborn about following our plans made the relationship between them be always so rigid.
One night as we were watching T.V Caleb and I concrete the plan will ruin me.
“We should get married.” He said as I was laying in his chest. “Come on! We’re living together, we get along so well, what can be missing? We've been together for 5 years.” 
I turn around observing him. “Y/N I think it’s the next phase of our lives.”
With a lame proposal at random the restaurant I accepted with the strong conviction Caleb was the love of my life.
My family freak out, Thomas was as angry as Mika about such a reckless decision just based on a plan but all the family and friends of Caleb were so happy that I put them aside.
In three months I arranged with Hanna all the preparations for my dream wedding, but just a month before I started to notice the change in Caleb.
The things we used to talk about at the wedding slowly started to make him stressed and uncomfortable; even I mentioned about postponement but he said it was the nerves and the thrilling emotions. 
Mika tried to warn me along with Thomas about maybe that was the sign I needed to stop this and thinking for more than one second about taking this step, but clearly I put all those comments away. 
A couple of weeks before the wedding Caleb changed one more time, he looked more cheerful and excited for the big step we’re about to take, even he mentioned he couldn't wait for that day to come. 
As the day approached we traveled two days earlier for making sure all the arrangement would be on time; family and friends all started to gather wishing us the best for the next stage in our lives; however Lewis was cleared, if this makes me happy he will be there but he’ll never lie to me, he didn’t approved this.
We followed the rules, one day before the wedding we took our time to be with our friends and family, after all is like all said, the groom mustn't see the bride before the wedding.
But my nightmare begins that night.
I went to sleep earlier. I wanted to be relaxed for all the arrangements; the make up, the dress, the special moments with my family, I wanted to live them to the fullest for I can keep forever in my mind.
A soft knock on my door woke me up around 2 am. I was hoping Lewis finally agreed to come earlier, not just the ceremony at mid afternoon. I found Caleb at the door with his hands in his pockets, he entered my room with a regretful expression and the first thing he said to me was. “I don’t mean to hurt you.”
Max grabs my hands, keeping his distance as we watch the moon rising in the middle of the ocean and the sky.
He started to ramble about the fact we were too young for this compromise, we hadn't thought properly and maybe we were rushing a decision; my heart and soul sank in every word I heard from him but I was so out of me, that I could barely reply.
When he finished talking I begged him to please we can discuss this in the morning not now when all our emotions are so high, he cut me down saying he just listened coherent thoughts after a long time and he’s taking decisions for our good. 
Repeating the same words every time I covered my face or hugged me so tight. “I don’t mean to hurt you.”
“Don’t ask me how he did it but all I can remember is I stood in front of all our families and friends in the small breakfast we had prepared for them before the wedding, saying our wedding is canceled but we’re grateful all can come.” I remember the confused and angry expression in our guests.
My parents notice the puffy eyes on me, drained out of light, I just barely was there for more than 2 minutes but I felt I lost all my energies, I got lock on my room with my parents and siblings as them tried to calm me but I didn't have a clue what's going on, by the time Lewis arrived he found the pieces of a sister he left a month ago, he wanted to punch him you can see it for the way he keeps tighten his fist tight but he didnt move from my side, he keeps saying he couldn't protect me as he should.
“Do you remember I told you my dad used to sing Bob Marley songs?” I giggle cleaning a tear off my face. “The only moment I stopped crying was when he hugged me mumbling <Three little birds>.” 
I turn around seeing Max's eyes full of sadness.
Everything happened so fast from that moment, people turned their backs at me blaming me, I was rushing things and I should be hearing from my parents; what I built in years was collapsing in weeks. Caleb moved as we agreed the department where we used to live must be sold, I quit my job, I lost <friends> and more but at the end of the dark tunnel I found a glimpse of light.
Mika’s family was a treasure for me in those days, Thomas I couldn't’ even find the words for telling him how blessed I feel having him by my side every step, my family are my biggest support all this time… still I was hurting more than I thought.
I barely slept, eating was the last thing on my list and when I did it it was the most unhealthy food in the world; I stopped caring about myself and body, I punished my mind with questions without an answer and thoughts that hurt me every second. Finally I see it, in all those years of relationship, I gave all and I cared so much for him, I settled with crumbles, every “I love you”, “Take care” with all the ways I could express it with actions had a lame answer, “Me too.”
I clear my throat and move to sitting in front of him. “Then you appear. The idea of going with Lewis this season is working on the shelter of course but getting me out of London, trying to recover something on me.”
Max grabs both of my hands and kisses them. “Your random comments, your caring about me without even knowing anything, your vitamins.” He laughs as he shakes his head. “Start to light something on me, you were fuel to me.”
“Y/N…” I feel the knot on my throat grow bigger but I’m ready to keep talking, he cleans a tear of my face. 
“You know I’m awful with words so I will paraphrase a movie quote.” I giggle and interlace our fingers. “Max, I was drawing when I met you; the first time you saw me next to the track I was feeling all I was doing was useless… but you and your hideous confident, sharp, lovely words and acts, made me feel so alive.” 
The tears rolling down my face as the cold breeze could make me shiver still Max holding me tight is enough. “And all I want to do is be near you, together.”
I exhale trembling but Max pulls me to stand letting I hide my face on his chest pressing me tighter, my tears roll.
Max kissed the top of my head. “I won't say it, not because I don’t feel it just because I want to make it special.” He said his mouth pressed against my head. “But I do too, very much.”
I giggle as I hug him tight, feeling lighter and bright. 
The whole weekend we spent in Newport feels like a dream; Max helped me to buy some things and supplies for I can have here. He knows with the shelter on construction I would stay some days here and I refuse to even think about running out of it.
“You’re leaving?” Thomas asked him after he leaves me in the shelter, the big structures are settling on their places making the noise around the place really loud.
Max doesn't let go of my hand even though I keep pulling to check some fields on the table. “Yeah, I have a triple header, again.”
Thomas nods as he gives the paper I was looking for the schedule of the month. “America?”
“Austin, Mexico and Brazil.” Like every week Thomas had barely time to breath with his schedule. 
“A triple win.” I said as I giggled without seeing them. 
Max shakes his head. “I know, I don’t have to say it but, could you…”
Thomas laughs. “Don't worry Max, Mika will come to pick her up in the week, her rehab begins this week and here, she will have her butt stuck to that chair.”
He pointed to the chair next to the fake window of the tent. “Far away from rocks and machines.”
“Ha ha ha, so funny.” Max growls when he feels his phone buzzing, time to go. “I’ll go with you to the car.”
We walk to his car as he observes and asks me about things he sees and finds complicated to understand.
“Be honest with me.” I asked him as we reached the car. “From 1 to 10 how high are the chances you dedicate a win to one of those races.” 
Max smirks. “From 1 to 10 how high are the chances you tell me where the hell you left my cast dedication.” 
“10 if you win one of the races.” Max laid back on the car pulling me by the waist. 
“One? Count with the three.” He grabs my face to give me a kiss but his phone buzzes one more time. “Oh my god!”
I push myself far away from him. “Go.” Max nods, opening the car door. “Drive safe.” Max nods. “Don’t make any reckless moves.”
He got out of the car to give me a peck with a smile on his face, before finally leaving the shelter.
Thomas reached me in the entrance. “He doesn't know, huh?” I smile, biting my lip. “He’ll melt on the track.”
Max fulfilled his words, the GP of Austin was a piece of cake, he won comfortably with Pastri behind him, my first dedication came in the press conference. 
“Max, what can you tell us about that uncommon celebration?” One of the reporters asked him.
After getting out of the car Max winks at the camera or at least he tries as he raises his finger, one of the first of three.
Max raises his shoulders with a serious face. “It came spontaneously after all it's, first of three.” His bloody soft smile at the end.
The GP of Mexico always came full of color and joy, it’s Checo home race so most of the cameras are surrounding him, anything can take Max by surprise.
“You fight with my sister?” I heard Lewis asking Max, leaving him speechless as he narrowed his eyes. 
“What? NO!” I couldn’t avoid laughing but I covered my mouth, any sound must escape, as I hid behind one of the walls of the Mercede building.
I arrived in Mexico a day before Max and even my brother does it, having as an accomplice Alexa and Charles, I had a few talks about the shelter with them but mainly I came for Max.
“Well, then what is this?” I perk up seeing Lewis extend his phone, as Max scroll holding a Red Bull on his other hand, his eyes turn wide open. 
I bet he’s seeing the post of Ferrari; a photo of me with Alexa and Leo in the paddock with the description, 
 >If you blink you could lose this moment. 😗
Followed by comments of, what the hell is happening, what this means if the rumors of relationship between Max and me are fake, Mercedes replay one of the comments were tagged.
 >Please tell us something @mercedesAMGF1.
 >We’re trying to figure it out. 🤨
Even Red Bull answered one of them.
 >What is happening here? @redbullracing 😭
 >As we find new information we let you know. 🧐
“What the fuck?!” Max shouts, drawing the attention from people around them, he takes out his phone, he’s calling me. “I'll find out.”
He starts to walk far away as Lewis keeps calling him.
I waited until Max disappeared in one of the hallways for running where Lewis is standing.
“You!” I hug him quickly as he's processing seeing me. “He's pissed off and has the worst, jealousy as hell.”
“I know.” I giggle. “Don't worry, I’ll see you later.”
I ran following Max path, I found him taking a small shortcut between the garages. It is the first day of practice so it isn't so crowded.
He keeps calling me for the way my phone keeps buzzing but when I silence reach him I raise my voice so he can hear me.
“Turn around!” Max jumps, turning around, his face fully red and a tense jaw.
“You!” Max scoffs looking with his eyes for a safe place for talking, when he finds it he grabs my hand dragging me there.
It’s a small room with a lot of microphones and wires all over the place, he locks the door and breathes in slowly, he’s confused and bothered.
“What are y…” I grab him by the neck pulling him for a kiss, a long one. “No, no, no, you’re trying to distract me.” 
I take my hands of him containing a smile. “Fuck!” This time Max grabs my waist to kiss me back.
“What does it feel like, huh? Being distracted while you try to work.” I said as we split. 
“What are you doing here?” Max adjusted his cap which moved for kissing me. 
“I have an invitation and a few business to solve with Charles and Alexa, so I came.” I wiped the lipstick off Max's lips. 
He saw his phone, in 20 minutes the practice begins, he has to go. “With Ferrari? Really?”
I giggle seeing his screen lights one, his team is looking for him. “So nice of them.”
Max scoff rolling his eyes. “Mercedes have you, I get it, family bonds and now Ferrari has you in his team.” Max sighs. “I just barely got you to be there for one race, unofficially.” Max raises his finger. “And you’re my girlfriend!”
From outside we can hear people walking so I cover his mouth, anyone could hear us, with a big smile on my face.
“You’re not that fast in everything.” Max scoffs. “But now I have to go, they are waiting for me to see the start.”
When I got out I could still hear him clearly. “I’ll give you something to smile at that big.”
Jealousy Max is on my top.
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