#rain ❤️ red flags

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The weekend isn’t over but I think it will be the same tomorrow soooo… 👀

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Sunshine [7] - Heat Wave

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Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader

Summary: There are many ways how a first date can end.

Word Count: 4400

CW: Explicit language, mentions of sex, drinking, adult themes MDNI

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A rational and emotionally mature person would know that drunk calls were normal, and the aftermath was inevitable. Drinking too much sometimes led to that, everyone knew, and a rational and emotionally mature person was supposed to just handle it with dignity.

Too bad you weren’t that person.

“So you’re avoiding the hot lumberjack?”

“Can we stop calling him that?”

You repressed a laugh and filled Nik’s cup with coffee.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I’m avoiding him,” you said. “It’s just…you know, I’m sure Logan is a very busy individual so if anything, I’m doing him a favor by not distracting him. For all we know, he could be on a mission right now. Do you really want him to die because he’s answering my call? I couldn’t live with that on my conscience.”

“Sunshine—”

“He could be saving the world,” you pointed out. “Do you want the world to end because he is answering my call? Do you want me to be the person who causes the extinction of the whole humankind? I mean honestly what am I, a tech CEO?”

“You’re so avoiding him.”

You heaved a sigh, then leaned against the counter.

“I texted him the next morning.”

“But you didn’t call him?”

“I can’t call him,” you whined. “I’ve made a fool of myself.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Nik said and you tilted your head at Jamie who was eating his breakfast.

“How are you being so quiet about this? I thought you’d be thrilled that I’m avoiding him.”

“I am but I can’t comment on this whole thing, I have a conflict of interest.”

“Conflict of interest?”

“Yeah I hate the guy’s guts,” he stated before nodding at you. “Keep avoiding him, you’re better off without him.”

Nik gasped. “Jamie!”

“Babe, that guy is a walking red flag.”

“Even if it were true, he also looks like he belongs on the cover page of those vintage romance books my grandma has in her library.”

“Fabio?!”

“I don’t know his name Jamie, but in Logan’s case I’ll allow a little red.” Nik stated. “It’s been years since she got laid.”

Your jaw dropped. “No it hasn’t!”

“I’m half scared she’ll join a convent,” Nik said, motioning in your direction and making you roll your eyes.

“Guys.”

“She’s not just going to get laid, she’s already talking about moving to the mountains with that asshole.”

“It’s not a mountain, it’s a cabin in the woods!” you argued and Jamie shrugged his shoulders.

“Whatever it is.”

“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to hear from me after that night,” you said. “I mean I totally made a move on him and…”

“And he turned you down because you were drunk!” Nik said with a smile and Jamie made a face.

“That’s like the bare minimum, don’t get impressed by that.”

“And when he maimed three guys for her?”

“The least he could do, considering what they threatened her with. Should’ve killed them if you ask me.”

A shiver ran down your spine but you made yourself busy with the tablecloth, wiping at the counter while Nik raised his brows.

“Driving her home so that she wouldn’t walk in the rain? Fixing her car? Going all the way from school to her neighborhood because he was worried about her being drunk and outside?”

“What are we, keeping a list now?”

“Darling I know you’re very adamant about hating this guy but you do have to admit the things he’s been doing for her are the opposite of a red flag,” Nik said, patting his hand as if trying to console him and Jamie heaved a sigh.

“I hate this.”

“So you think I should call him?” you asked Nik and he nodded.

“You should.”

“I disagree.”

“Well aware of that Jamie.”

“I hate him.”

“Figured that one as well, strange as it sounds,” Nik said before turning to you. “Call him.”

You nibbled on your lip, then motioned at Stacey and held up your phone, making her nod before you made your way out of the diner. Taking a deep breath, you found his name on the screen and touched it before taking the phone to your ear.

It rang only once.

“Hey princess.”

“Logan, hi!” you said, your heart pacing in your chest. “Um, are you busy?”

“Not at all,” he said. “Took you a while to sober up huh?”

You could feel your lips curling into a smile at his teasing remark.

“I may or may not have been avoiding you,” you admitted, biting at your nails. “I’m sorry.”

“Not a problem,” he said with a small chuckle. “Why were you avoiding me?”

You shrugged your shoulders as if he could see you.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “Reasons.”

He hummed and you shifted your weight before you leaned back to the wall of the diner.

“Thank you by the way,” you said. “For…that whole night. And I’m sorry for—for making a move on you, that’s very unlike me and I—”

“Are you free tonight?”

Your head shot up, your eyes widening at his question and you felt your breath catching in your throat before you swallowed.

“Me?” you felt the need to ask and he paused for a moment as if he didn’t know how to answer that.

“…Yes?”

“As in tonight tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh—sure!” you said, your voice going high pitched for a moment. “I’d love that!”

“Great, I can pick you up from the diner—”

“No!” you cut him off as you looked down at your uniform, frowning slightly. “I need to drop by my place first.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “I can pick you up from there then. Does 8 work for you?”

“Yeah!” you said breathlessly as you nodded your head so fast that you got dizzy for a second, blinking fast. “It totally works for me.”

“Great,” he said. “See you tonight then.”

“See you,” you said and hung up, then let out a squeal and pressed the phone to your chest, jumping up and down in your spot. You took a deep breath, then fixed your hair and made your way back into the diner to rush to the counter again.

“He asked me out!” you whispered to Nik, grabbing his arm. “Just now, he asked me out!”

Jamie let out a whine and buried his face into his palms while Nik grinned at you, patting Jamie on the back in a reassuring manner.

“See? Told you.”

“We’re meeting tonight! At 8!” you said and paused for a moment. “Oh my God what do I wear?”

“A Regency gown.”

“Jamie I love you but not now,” Nik told him before he turned to you. “We’ll videocall okay? You, me and Julie.”

“Okay.”

“And after you and Logan become a couple, we can have a double date.”

That was enough to make Jamie lift his head from his hands. “Absolutely fucking not.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll convince him,” Nik told you and you let out a giggle, your insides all warm with excitement.

“Nik,” you said. “I really really like him.”

Nik let out an “aw!” and reached out to squeeze your hand.

“That’s good!” he said. “I mean granted we will grill him about his intentions with you but it’s a great start.”

Jamie opened his mouth to disagree but Nik elbowed him, shooting him a glare. You suppressed your laugh as Jamie heaved a sigh, then turned to you.

“Just…” he said. “Be careful. Please?”

“Always am,” you promised him with a grin. “The pie is on me by the way. For emotional support.”

                                            *

It wasn’t that you hadn’t been on dates.

Nik was quite the matchmaker, so was Julie. In fact, for the last year, they had been acting like their sole purpose in life was to find you a boyfriend so if anything, you had been on too many dates.

Not that—

Not that you assumed this was a date.

Even if you were wearing matching lingerie underneath your dress.

You were basically buzzing with anticipation as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, fixing your hair before smoothing down your dress. Your wardrobe looked like it had exploded and for a moment the possibility of bringing Logan back to your apartment crossed your mind, making your heart skip a happy beat. You gathered up all your clothes into your arms to push them into the wardrobe, then put your hands on your hips, tilting your head to the side.

“Good enough,” you mumbled and walked to your vanity to check on your makeup, then went to the living room to approach the small fish tank. You grabbed the fish food next to it, then sprinkled it into the tank carefully before dragging your finger over the glass, following their movements.

Theo was going to be so happy when he saw them.

Your head whipped around when you heard the doorbell ring, your heart beating in your ears and to make it worse you knew very well that he could hear it but you refused to dwell on it, so you made your way to the door to open it.

Fuck, you were beginning to think you were never going to get used to just how hot he was.

“Hi!”

“Hi princess,” he said, his deep voice making your stomach do a happy flip as he looked you up and down. “You look beautiful.”

Oh dear God, you were not going to survive tonight.

“Thanks, so do you,” you said with a smile before you turned around to get your jacket and purse. “So um, where are we going?”

Where you were going turned out to be a cozy bar with soft music playing in the background. It was somehow so Logan, there was no chaos, no deafening noise or blinding lights.

Just pure comfort; the kind that made you almost lightheaded, warming your insides.

“So why exactly were you avoiding me?” Logan asked as the waiter put his whiskey and your cocktail on the table and you took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to focus on the question rather than how handsome he looked under the dim light of the bar as you crossed your arms on the table.

“I mean…” you trailed off, scrunching up your face for a moment. “I was embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“Uh I don’t know if you remember that night,” you tried to joke your way through discomfort. “But it wasn’t what one would call dignified.”

He shot you a lighthearted glare and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I turn into a very impulsive person when I’m drunk,” you admitted and his lips quirked into a smile.

“Yeah I don’t know that many people who buy fish when they’re drunk.”

“Oh you don’t know the half of it,” you said with a laugh. “I have a worse drunk story actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, on my senior year in high school, me and my friends got drunk and in our town there was this guy who was a dog breeder,” you said. “And we knew he was terrible to them, we wrote petitions and everything for the town council to do something but there was no use. So one night, we knew he was out of town so we broke into his house and stole all the dogs.”

He raised his brows, smiling slightly. “Seriously?”

“Yeah! And we kept all of them at my friend’s house and one by one we got them adopted. The guy knew we did it, but there was no chip or anything so he couldn’t do anything.”

“Wow,” he said, a chuckle vibrating in his chest. “So you turn into a vigilante when you’re drunk, got it.”

“I do,” you said, raising your cocktail in a mock of toast before taking a sip while he leaned back. “I love animals. I was actually studying to be a—” you paused for a moment. “Well, studying is a big word for it considering I dropped out without even completing my freshman year, but I was studying to be a vet before Theo.”

He tilted his head. “Really?”

“Mm hm.”

“Classmate?” he asked and you licked your lips, an icy spark replacing the happy warmth inside of you.

“Uh,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “T.A actually.”

Logan pulled his brows together and you took a sip of your cocktail.

“Trust me, I know how fucked up it sounds now,” you said with a small laugh. “But back then I didn’t and it worked out very well for him.”

“That guy really sounds like he needs to get his ass beat.”

“Oh Jamie actually beat him up once,” you pointed out. “In what became known as The Legendary Bar Fight. We celebrate it once a year with drinks.”

“You could give me his address.”

“Absolutely not, and I don’t even know where he is to be honest,” you said. “Anyway, why are we talking about him? Also why am I the one doing all the talking yet again?”

“I like listening to you talk.”

You could feel your cheeks growing warmer and a smile curled your lips.

“Until I give you a headache.”

“Never gonna happen.”

 Your smile widened as you looked down at your cocktail, shifting your weight.

“Well, either way,” you mumbled. “It’s your turn now.”

“Oh, my turn?”

“I barely know anything about you,” you admitted. “Other than the fact that you have been saving me a lot since we met.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “What do you want to know?”

“Whatever you’re willing to tell me,” you said. “What did you want to be when you grew up?”

“Alive.”

Your brows pinched together as you took a deep breath.

“Limited options, got it,” you said. “Were your family also mutants?”

“My brother,” he said. “Victor. We don’t…talk anymore.”

Something in his tone was distant, so you decided not to push it.

“Do you like working for Professor X?” you asked, steering the conversation to safer waters and that seemed to pull him out of his thoughts as he nodded his head.

“Yeah,” he said. “Charles is the best man I’ve ever met. Don’t tell him I said that though.”

“Cross my heart,” you said with a giggle, proud of yourself for finding a better subject. “How did you meet him?”

“He found me back when I was a cage fighter.”

You blinked a couple of times. “Sorry, a cage fighter?”

“Yeah I was uh…” he paused for a moment. “Wandering.”

“How does one become a cage fighter?”

“Wrong crowd,” he joked, making you let out a laugh.

“I’d bet. And now you are part time teacher, part time…going on missions.”

“Mm hm.”

“And you have a costume,” you mused as he shook his head slightly. “Any chance I’ll get to see you in it?”

“If you ask nicely.”

A fire spread over your cheeks at the teasing tone in his voice and you scrunched up your nose at him.

“I’m always nice,” you pointed out nonchalantly. “Or has it escaped your attention?”

“Trust me, it hasn’t.”

His lips twitched when a smile warmed your face and that soft light started gleaming in his eyes.

“Okay,” you said, sitting up straight. “Another question.”

“Shoot.”

“You really didn’t get a handkerchief?”

He scoffed a laugh. “You remember that?”

“Unfortunately.”

“As I said, I had other priorities in mind.”

You narrowed your eyes a little. “I could see you in period clothing, now that I imagine it...”

“Please stop imagining me like that.”

“Like those long jackets, long boots—oh my God,” you gasped, making him raise his brows. “Logan!”

“I’m not gonna like what you’re about to say, am I?”

“A top hat!”

Logan nodded to himself. “Yep, called it.”

“No seriously,” you insisted. “On Halloween—”

“Absolutely not.”

You let out a small laugh.

“Nik throws these amazing Halloween parties and the theme was ‘write your own story’ a couple years back,” you said. “So I got this huge dress, like…17th century huge, with a corset and everything, and no one really thinks about it but it is quite hard to unlace a corset—" you tilted your head when you saw his smirk. ”Hey!”

Logan held up his hands, gesturing surrender.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Let me guess, you’re painfully familiar with how to unlace a corset?”

“Still not saying anything.”

You hummed, trying to adapt a serious expression.

“Anyway, Casanova,” you said. “So my story was, there’s this girl, who was betrothed to the love of his life, and then he gets lost at the sea and everyone is convinced that his ship sank, but the plot twist, he wasn’t dead so he comes back but he’s a vampire, and he turns her into a vampire as well –obviously with consent— and they live happily ever after.”

“Quite the love story.”

“Thank you,” you said happily. “So no handkerchief?”

“No handkerchief.”

You hummed, then heaved a sigh.

“Very well then,” you said and grabbed your purse to take out a pen, then pulled the napkin on the table to yourself to write your initials on it. You pulled back to look at it better, then held it out for him.

“There you go, Mr. I had other priorities.” you said with a grin. “A make do handkerchief.”  

The fond look on his face was enough to make your heart skip a happy beat as he stared at you, then took it from you and folded it before he pulled out his wallet, making your eyes widen.

“Oh I was just—you don’t have to actually keep it, it’s a silly joke,” you stammered and he shot you a glance of disbelief as if he was surprised that you thought he wouldn’t.

“I’ll keep it,” he said while placing it into his wallet in such a careful manner that one simple observer would think it was something incredibly precious for him rather than just a bar napkin. You blinked a couple of times, gawking at him.

“Really?”

“Really.”

You were painfully aware of the heart eyes you were giving him so you forced yourself to drag your gaze from him to your cocktail and took a huge sip, your heart still beating in your ears.

“Okay then,” you said, taking a deep breath. “I hope you’re ready for more questions, because I have like a million of them.”

                                            *

You had insisted walking after leaving the bar. It wasn’t that far away from your apartment, the weather was so nice, and you had hoped it would make him see you were completely sober, just in case it had escaped his attention how you had only drunk one cocktail in like two hours.

You had plans for tonight and it included him and your bed, God damn it.

“So you actually were a lumberjack?”

“I was cutting down trees and turning them into logs.”

“That’s what a lumberjack does,” you insisted as you walked beside him. “Julie has superpowers, I swear…”

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly. “And you had a real cabin in the woods?”

“Something like that.”

“Are they still hiring?” you asked him, making him let out a laugh. “Seriously, I want a cabin in the woods.”

“For your Hi-Horse?”

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared up at him. “You remember that?”

“Of course,” he said as if he wasn’t melting your heart with that simple fact and you licked your lips.

“Did you have a horse?”

“Nope.”

“You had a cabin in the woods and you didn’t have a horse and two dogs and a cat?” you asked, pretending to be scandalized. “That’s just being short sighted, Logan.”

“Not all of us want to have a zoo, sweetheart.”

“It’s not a zoo!” you said with a gasp, making him grin.

“A farm then.”

“It’s not a farm,” you argued. “Farms have sheep.”

“Oh you don’t want sheep?”

“Of course I do but that’s beside the point,” you said. “It’s not a farm—”

“What are the sheep’s names?”

“Shearlock and Wooly Wonka,” you muttered, coaxing a chuckle out of him.

“Very creative.”

“Thank you,” you said. “I think it’s against the law to not have animals if you have a cabin in the woods.”

“It’s not.”

“Well it should be,” you said without hesitation and he bit back a smile as you stopped in front of your house.

Anticipation was swirling in your stomach, filling you with excitement and making your heartbeat faster. You knew he could hear it but for the first time, you didn’t mind it.

Desire was too strong to let you feel anything else.

“Um, so before I say what I’m about to say,” you said after a beat, turning to look at him better as you leaned back on the wall of the building. “I would like to point out that I’m completely one hundred percent sober.”

He tilted his head to the left, a mischievous light playing in his hazel eyes.

“Like, in case it has escaped your notice I only had one drink and it was a cocktail and it was a pretty light cocktail so like, half juice really,” you said. “And I’m not even buzzed, and even if I were buzzed, we walked here so fresh air would’ve helped. Which, it has no reason to help because to repeat I’m not even buzzed. I will blow on anything—that sounded wrong,” you corrected yourself, pulling your brows together. “Um, a breathalyzer I mean, if I blew into a breathalyzer it would come out a zero because I’m so sober, and—and—I don’t know if you paid attention to it, but I walked all the way here in a straight line, which should be the proof and if you didn’t, I can walk in a straight line right now to—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence when he pulled you into a kiss.

You could swear the rest of the world stopped existing the moment his lips touched yours. His arm sneaked around your waist while he cradled the back of your head with his other hand, making your breath catch in your throat. Desire turned into fire in your veins, reaching your chest before it sent the warmth all over your body, making you dizzy. You gripped his shirt tighter in your fists, standing on your tiptoes, a soft whine escaping from your lips as soon as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

“Fuck…” he whispered and you blinked up at him, nearly drunk in the haze.

“No I—I wanted you to do it,” you tried to find the right words through the fog of desire and he licked his lips, looking down at you before he shook his head slightly.

“You shouldn’t,” he rasped out and you pulled your brows together.

“I shouldn’t want you to do it?” you asked him, still trying to catch your breath and he nodded.

“I’m not…” he trailed off against your lips. “I’m no good for you.”

Your frown deepened before you let out a breath, and slowly reached out to cup his cheek. His eyes closed for a moment as if your mere touch was anchoring him to the moment, pulling him out of his own mind before he opened his eyes again to look at you. A tentative smile curled your lips and you thought for a moment before clearing your throat.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” you said, your voice soft. “I’ll be the one to decide whether you’re good for me or not. Alright?”

His eyes searched yours before he let out a breath, then nodded his head.

“Alright,” he said, his voice a murmur before he dipped his head down to kiss you again. A squeal escaped from you as he picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist and walked into the building. You had no idea how he didn’t lose his balance or hit anywhere on his way but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he was kissing you like this, and you only noticed you had in fact reached your door when he pressed you against it.

“Inside, inside!” you giggled as you fished your keys out of your purse, and he held you with one arm, making your eyes widen while he took the keys from you and opened the door, then walked in and kicked the door shut behind him.

Oh God.

Oh God this was happening.

Now you understood what all those romance novels were talking about. You couldn’t pull yourself away from his kiss even if you wanted to, the fire had taken over your whole body until every single thought disappeared; the only thing that existed was him, and how good his lips made you feel. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you both fell on your bed, his weight taking your breath away for a moment before you unbuttoned his flannel and pushed it down his arms. He tossed it somewhere in the room and got rid of his white shirt underneath, making you let out a breath at his muscular body.

Jesus Christ.

Your fingertips grazed over his broad shoulders before slipping down to his hard chest and he helped you up to unzip your dress, his lips finding yours as if he couldn’t stand not kissing you even for a moment. He pulled back only to pull the dress off of you, but he froze as soon as his eyes fell on you.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” the whisper left his lips like a prayer and you felt your heart skip a beat despite the ever-consuming fire.

“Not really,” you teased him. “I just planned it.”

He raised a brow, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes and he slid down to the foot of the bed, then grabbed your ankle to pull you down, making you let out a small scream before you giggled, propping yourself up on your elbows to see him better.

“What are you doing?”

He gave you a wolfish grin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine as he knelt down at the foot of the bed, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your inner thighs.

“Well, princess,” he muttered, your heart leaping up to your throat when you realized what he was about to do. “You’re not the only one who planned things.”

8 - Scorching

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🌴 Safari Astro - Notes 🌴

🌴- Sagittarius and Gemini Placements/Sagittarius/Gemini in big 3 will always be the soul of the party, if there is a party around, they are going to be there. If they are not there the party gets boring (esp Sag Mars likes to party a lot🌠🌠)

-🌴 Sag and Gemini Venus had enough of this stereotype of "cheater/player" they are fun loving and flirty talking but when they are in a serious relationship they are staying loyal and loving their partners very much ❤️

-🌴 Air and Water Moons enjoy raining/watching raining so much, i observed this not long time ago they are actually happy because of the rain can bring them memories and feelings from the past❤️

- 🌴Taurus/earth placements and fire placements are always hungry... for some reason they always think at food and how delicious some dishes look like, omg i feel those natives are watching food videos on YouTube to make them hungry/hungrier..If you friend/friends has/have these placements pls just bring them to McDonald's 😭❤️

🌴- Moon in the 6th & 8th house and 12th house can also indicate that the mother had some intense problems/struggles during pregnancy or while giving birth. The birth could be painful/struggling while giving birth😵

🌴- Chiron in the 1st/10th houses or Chiron in Capricorn 🤝🏼 Insecurities about their appearance and body image, they could've be a lot judged because of their appearance but please don't mind these evil people who try to judge on the way you look. You are stunning no matter what you wear and what body shape you have 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

- 🌴Mercury - Ascendant aspects are looking very youthful and young even if they are older in age, this is like the fountain of youth aspects. It can be hard to guess their age because they tend to looks younger than they are ( Apllying to Virgo and Gemini Risings)

-🌴 Cancer Placements are getting very possessive especially in the friendships relationships and those are the type to be getting mad when their bestie is hanging out with another people 😭🫶🏼

-🌴 Never judge Scorpio and Pisces placements for being clingy because that's their love sign and nature to be clingy and attached to you because they literally wanna give you the world and show how much you mean to them 🌸

- 🌴Venus in Fire Signs (Aries, Sagittarius, Leo) love being freaky 24/7 their mind is always thinking at something crazy to do and to try to experience new things 👀

- 🌴Cancer/Libra Placements (especially in big 3 ) can be the literally most adorable people because of their pure nature and childish personality, they are the kids who never wanted to grow up kinda like Peter Pan vibes

-🌴 Venus/Neptune/Moon 7th house people 🤝🏼 ignoring the red flags in a relationship and creating fake scenarios about their relationships in their head is likely going to happen 😭

- 🌴Mars in the 1st/10th/11th houses or conjuncting the Midheaven will make people see you as a very competitive person and as a competition. People will try to compete with you because they kinda feel threatened by your pressence

- 🌴Try to fight with an 9th houser Mars about religion and beliefs and you will fail because they have such strong opinions and is very hard to change their mind when it comes about certain subjects 🫶🏼

- 🌴Having Pluto in the 1st/8th/10th/11th houses makes people to be obsessed with you and obsessed in like a bad way because is about ✨ Jealousy ✨ they are jealous babe ...jealous on you, but honey don't worry all you have to do is to not care about these people. Be confident and show them ✨I don't care✨ treatment

- 🌴Virgo Moons and Virgo placements usually struggle with anxiety a lot, they worry a lot what people think about them and they can lack a bit of confidence sometimes because of their anxiety. Please don't let other people's opinions to change you because you are unique in your own way, you don't need to be what other people want you to be. You need to be yourself and to give yourself the highest level of love possible ✨🫶🏼

- 🌴Ascendant at 6°, 18° degrees is something very controversial here i see people saying that is "bad"to have it, and my response is ✨No✨ is not bad to have it, these degrees are found in the charts of most iconic people who lived on earth. Princess Diana had her Asc at 18° and she was highly attractive as a Virgo very educated very determinated about her wishes. She never let someone to put her down and she is one of the most iconic people who ever lived on earth. 👑🫰🏼✨

- 🌴Ascendant at 6°, 18° degrees can show some struggles with the mental health indeed but that doesn't mean these people are mentally ill as some people might say on this app. They can struggle with depressive episodes sometimes or even stress/overthinking/panic attacks 🤍🙏🏼. They tend to focus on their health very much and these natives loves to stay healthy

- 🌴Ascendant at 10°, 22° degrees makes a person very determined about their dreams and someone serious about it, a very loyal friend/partner and someone with with a model body because babe these are the Capricorn Degrees..Now how many Capricorn Risings are in the modeling industry? That's right 28939393939393939393 Capricorn Risings in the modeling industry. These degrees make you to work hard for your dreams in order to achieve what you want and at the end to reach the success.

-🌴 Ascendant at 7°, 19° degrees makes someone to be very fashionable/art/beauty oriented, these are the Libra Degrees and they can have a certain aesthetic of fashion, they can have many talents related to art and music and tend to be very gifted when it comes to such things 🎨💃

- 🌴Ascendant at 1°, 13°, 25° degrees makes the person to be very confident and powerful, they are very competitive natives. They are very 💃 attractive due to their fiery personality and can be very expressive when they talk or when they communicate. The worst thing you can do is to make them angry 😭 they will explode if something like that happens

I should post something before the eclipse that will happen tomorrow so here we go 🌼❤️🌼

Is already Thursday 😭 like i feel is Monday 😭 times goes too fast this year, idk what is going on to be honest it feels like the planet is in superspeed for us to get older and older 👁️👄👁️

Because summer is coming soon i wanted this post to have a summer vibe-ish, hope you are all good and safe with the people you love & enjoying life at fullest 💖💖💖

I wish you all many many many blessings and happy things during these months because there are coming rough times aswell 💖💖💖💖

Harmoonix 💋

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[tarjapearce]

Unfit

Warning: Just fluffin' and mild angst.

Summary: Mama isn't feeling well. Comfort ensues.

A/N: Was under the seasonal blues and wrote this. ~ Hugs if you're not doing that good as well. ❤️

Rain had been waning through the day only to return full force on bed time. Sometimes you wished to have Rosie's or Benjamin's deep sleep. Even Gabriella's. But all you could muster was to sit on the bed's edge and let the heavy emotional toll that had crept like a crawler in your head, to hang. Just like your head and your slumping shoulders.

Be it the weather or your recurrent thoughts about the many things that had transpired in your life to sit before you, in half a circle. Ready to throw their worst at your mind. You felt like being the object of their judging and scrutinizing gaze.

Family, followed by fears, next to it anxiety, and in the last seat, insecurities. Their presence alone had made you grip the bed's edge with such force you could feel the sturdy springs.

A shaky breath gave a green flag to your tears, allowing them to slid down your flushed cheeks. The past few days had been rough on your head, if not the whole week. But motherhood had grope you by the neck so tightly and kept you as busy as ever, you had forgotten on how to process your emotions correctly.

Ironic as it was you were always encouraging your own children and even Miguel to do so. And sometimes, like right now, your emotional needs were too loud to be neglected any further.

The rain's tempo increased, letting a rumble tear through the sky and light it up with a lightning. Miguel entered the room, slipping into a red flannel, his favorite, but stopped in his tracks upon seeing you.

Wobbly shoulders, silent sobs and sniffs and the sheets crumpled underneath your fisted hands on the mattress.

"Mi amor?"

His voice forced to wipe the tears instantly, allowing the cushioned surface to breath for a moment, and still you were unable to face him. The bed dipped behind you under his weight, his hand reached for your defeated shoulders, maneuvering you with such care and gentleness that had you at the brink of breaking again.

It was only when you were embraced by him, smothered in his arms and chest that you broke. His muscles tensed for a second upon hearing you so distressed. Had he done something? No. It wasn't him. It was something more complex than that.

He shushed you while his hands ran through your hair, reassuring, comfortingly smooth. His lips kissed your forehead, making the silent affirmation of being there for you. His other hands rubbed small circles on your back, coaxing the calm that had hid behind your surfacing messy feelings.

"Wanna talk about it?"

His voice a soft murmur. You nodded.

A few more tears were shed before you tried to settle the shaky and brokenness in your own voice at bay. Your nose sniffled as your lip quivered.

"I... I feel overwhelmed. Afraid and tired."

His thumbs wiped away the fresh tears and looked at you, coaxing you to continue.

"I feel so unfit in so many levels it's ridiculous." You heaved, trying to ease the knot in your throat, "I feel like I'm not being a good mother, that... Im not a good person to be around sometimes, so unfit for you."

He frowned but listened. Bloodshot eyes turning glossy once more

"I know you love me to death but... sometimes my head play such dirty tricks on me is stupid how easy I let them win." Your lids dropped for a moment before let your eyes resume their stare on him.

"I feel so overwhelmed at little things, that shouldn't have that effect on me. Cause you're always there, reminding me  of how amazing I am, but my brain it's simply unable to grasp around it."

The lump in your throat engorged, making it difficult to breath.

" I feel unfit for being a mother cause it's hard. I love my babies to death, but I can't help but feel that I'm slacking at something and... and...-"

His arms squeezed you gently and held you closer, hiding for a second your trembling face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm so sorry to be just bawling over stupid thoughts and making you stay up later than usual."

"Mi reina." His tone was firm, yet soft, fingers reached for your chin making you to gaze at him once more, "You have nothing to apologize for."

He sighed and removed an unruly strand out of your face.

"I sometimes feel this exact way too. I feel a shitty husband, that I'm not properly taking my role as your friend, and so many other similar things. But"

He inhaled, making you mimick him.

"By the end of the day they are nothing but thoughts. I know it's hard to fight them. Hell, feel kinda hypocritical right now by saying this but-" He smooched you.

"You are not your thoughts, cariño."

His words were the balm your broken spirit craved. And it craved it badly.

"I can't help but feel like every day is a bad day. Gabi has grown so fast I'm... starting to dread her teenage phase."

"We all have bad days. Today is one of them too, nothing wrong in that. And she'll be good. We've raised her well."

Your head was shaken with a weak nod.

"As for being a bad mother, cómo es que dicen los jovenes?" (How do youngsters say it?)

His bushy eyebrows squinted as he tried to remember to then lit up at getting it, "You... Uh... You tripping?"

That earned him a little giggle from you, his eyes softened at the gesture.

"Dios mío, don't say that again." You couldn't hold back an ugly snort.

"No Cap. Just fax."

You cringed and giggled in between little hiccups.

"Fax? What are you even talking about?"

He spoke in between titters and silent laughs, but the idiocy of it all had made you laugh and curl up closer.

"You gotta slay my queen."

"Stop, oh my god"

"Pero ya, hablando en serio." (But hey, talking in all seriousness) He cleared his throat and cupped your cheeks.

"You're the best mom, wife, woman and best friend I could ever have. And I'm a blessed man to have you and my little spiders."

"Even if they are so..."

"Annoying at times? yeah. They are. No judgement here. Parenting is hard."

You nodded a bit too enthusiastically.

"Nothing wrong with admitting we get tired from time to time."

"I wished we could have vacations from it."

Your tears had been long dry, but your face remained on his chest.

"We will, once Rosie is a bit more grown. How about that?"

"I'd love to, yeah."

"Go to a girl's night with Jessica and MJ in the meantime. I'll handle the kids."

"Really?"

"Claro. Can't have my wife feeling shitty and do nothing about it."

Miguel kissed your forehead once more and squeezed you in his arms.

"You're always taking care of us that you often tend to forget about yourself."

"Learned that from you" You half chuckled and he swatted your head gently.

"No aprendas mañas." (Don't learn the bad things)

You giggled and he caressed your cheek gently. Eyes softening at you

"Feeling better?"

"Kinda. Gimme a kiss"

He did and smothered you closer.

"Anything else you wanna talk about?"

"Not really."

"Segura?" (You sure)

"Yeah"

"C'mere." He hooked his leg on yours, trapping your body underneath it and part of his torso. You didn't squeal like other times, rather relished in his warmth.

"Te amo, Miguel."

"También te amo."

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Hey!!! I just got the most amazing idea ever!! (probably 🤭) I know that Franco had just lose his grandfather and he had to do FP. And basically everyone (the media & paparazzi just decide to hustle him despite him clearly not wanting to talk or do anything for them. Which is why he wears headphones and cap). So this is more of James with a wife reader. She is practically comforted and was with him since she always does that to everyone. Franco was just so young and she wanted to cocoon him in her warmth. From having bad weather to that awful FP which he crashed and later Alex did the same🙃🙃 Everyone especially the mechanics had to double their work because race starts in like 3 hours after quali. And how can they fix two cars in just that shirt period of time??? Being able to fix one was a miracle, but fixing two? They need to call everyone at the factory it seems😮‍💨😮‍💨 And then Alex not starting the race and Franco struggle in the rain because Williams didn't want to put wet tyres and then later crashed making the stewards flagging the race as red. You know, just a shitty day at the office. Williams out of the race:(( Everyone frustrated, tension arises, more work to do with how the race turns out to be. James admired her about that. Keeping calm, composure and bringing in warmth to everyone at the paddock (maybe interactions with drivers). This is the longest I've ever sent you, so it's up to you how it goes. I trust you. Can be anything you want. Fluff or angst or suggestive. Can be one shot or series. Anything. Just a whole lot of thank you for everything you've ever done for me!!! ❤️❤️❤️ Tag me later!! If you have any questions, just ask me!! I'll be happy to help. Thanks!!! :))

Rain, Resolve, and Resilience

word count. 1.2k

Pairing: James Vowles x reader

AN: Thank you so much for your application i really need that.

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The Williams paddock was a storm of activity that mirrored the turbulent clouds overhead. Rain battered the track, but it was nothing compared to the emotional storm inside. Franco, one of the team’s youngest drivers, had only recently lost his grandfather, the man who had nurtured his passion for racing from the start. Now, Franco was expected to push through that grief and focus on practice, even as his heart was heavy. The cameras followed his every step, journalists crowding in with pointed questions, ignoring the lines of grief etched into his face. He pulled his cap down low, headphones covering his ears in an attempt to escape, but it was all too much.

Y/n, the beloved wife of team principal James Vowles, saw it all unfold from the edge of the garage. She had spent countless hours at James's side, becoming a quiet pillar for the team in a way only she could. Mechanics and engineers knew they could go to her if the pressure became too much; her presence alone had a grounding, calming effect on everyone. Today, seeing Franco, barely more than a boy, desperately trying to hold himself together as he faced the cameras alone, broke her heart.

She moved toward him gently, slipping past the reporters who still tried to shout questions his way, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Franco,” she said, her voice calm, almost a whisper. “You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here.”

Franco’s shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. He managed a grateful smile, his voice barely audible when he replied, “Thank you, Y/n.” He didn’t say more, but she could see the relief in his eyes. Knowing he wasn’t alone in that moment meant everything.

The rain was relentless, and as the team prepared for the practice session, the paddock was tense. Y/n stayed close, keeping an eye on Franco as he prepared to take to the track. She felt protective, wanting to shield him from all the hurt and stress he was carrying. With a deep breath, he climbed into the car, and she watched, fingers crossed, hoping he could find some solace in the race. But as the rain poured harder, the slick track proved unforgiving. Franco’s car spun out on a turn, and he crashed, the impact sending a chill through the paddock. Minutes later, Alex followed, a sickening repeat that left the team reeling.

The Williams garage erupted into controlled chaos. With less than three hours to go before qualifying, both cars were in dire need of repair. Mechanics dashed back and forth, voices rising as they shared updates over radios and called for parts. It felt like an impossible task; fixing one car was a miracle on its own, but two? Every hand was needed, and the tension among the crew was palpable.

In the midst of it all, Y/n was a steady, calm presence, moving through the garage like a breath of fresh air. She approached a young mechanic, shoulders slumped as he stared down at a particularly stubborn part. He rubbed his forehead in frustration, looking close to defeat.

“Take a second,” Y/n said softly, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. “You’re doing amazing. We’ll get there, piece by piece.”

The mechanic glanced at her, finding comfort in her reassuring smile. “Thanks, Y/n,” he murmured, his spirits lifting. She continued to move through the garage, offering words of encouragement to others, giving each team member the strength to push on.

James glanced over at his wife between giving orders, his admiration shining in his eyes. She had a gift, a way of making people feel seen and valued, even when everything felt impossible. He’d often find her in these moments, quietly lifting the spirits of those around her, giving them strength without ever drawing attention to herself. She was the backbone of the team in ways that only he could see.

Back in a quieter corner of the garage, Franco sat alone, hands in his hair as he replayed the crash in his mind. He looked up as Y/n approached, her presence bringing a hint of calm to the chaos within him.

“Do you want to take a little walk?” she asked gently, nodding toward a nearby corridor away from the noise. Franco nodded, grateful for the escape, and they stepped outside into the cooler air.

As they walked, she spoke quietly, her words laced with compassion. “You know, you don’t have to keep this all bottled up. Losing someone you love…it doesn’t go away just because you’re expected to race.” Her tone was soft, non-judgmental, offering him a safe space to express the grief he’d been carrying alone.

Franco took a shaky breath, the weight of the loss settling in his chest. “I just… I wish he was here to see me race,” he admitted, his voice catching. “He taught me everything, and now…” He trailed off, struggling to find the words.

Y/n placed a comforting hand on his back, offering him a moment of silent support. “I think he’d be incredibly proud of you, Franco. You’re out here, giving it everything despite how hard things are. That takes strength,” she said, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

When they returned to the paddock, Franco looked a bit lighter. The time away with Y/n had given him a bit of the peace he needed to keep going.

The rain returned with a vengeance on race day, and the paddock was alive with tension once more. Only Franco’s car had been fully repaired, and the knowledge that Alex wouldn’t be able to start weighed heavily on the team. Despite the pressure, Y/n stayed close, her comforting presence a balm to the team’s frayed nerves.

As Franco took to the track again, Y/n stayed by the garage monitors, her hands clasped tightly as she watched him navigate the rain-soaked circuit. But the track was treacherous, and the decision not to put on wet tires soon proved costly. Franco’s car began to slide, the wet track claiming another victim as he fought to regain control. Y/n’s heart sank as she watched him crash once more, the red flags raised as the race was halted.

The team was devastated. The loss of both cars cast a shadow over the weekend, leaving everyone drained and disheartened. In the paddock, frustration was written across every face, the team grappling with the weight of another painful blow. For many, the temptation to give up felt stronger than ever.

But Y/n, ever the steady presence, moved through the crowd, her calm energy pulling everyone back to center. She listened as mechanics vented their frustrations, offering a word of comfort or a quiet hug to those who needed it most. For the younger team members, she was a constant, a familiar warmth that reminded them they weren’t alone in their struggles.

When James finally made his way over, exhaustion etched into every line of his face, he found Y/n beside Franco once more. The young driver looked up at her, his gratitude clear even in his exhaustion. James watched, his admiration for his wife growing with each passing moment. She was the heart of the Williams family, the one who kept them all grounded when the pressures of racing felt too much to bear.

Y/n looked up at James, catching his gaze with a soft smile that seemed to ease his worries. “We’ll get through this,” she said, as much a promise as a reassurance.

[stepswowdsen]

【KHR AU】 XanLena Wearing Việt Phục ❤️💜🔥🪷

Doodle WIPs of Xanxus wearing Áo Dài and Selena in her main outfit

Intro Rambles

Nguyễn Selena (Nguyễn Nguyệt Vân Liên) is my Viet NB KHR OC and beloved wifey wife 💜🪷

She's a calm and aloof assassin with a cheery personality who's a flower enthusiast (florist and gardener) with an interest in fashion and collecting traditional clothes, including lolita fashion, girly fashion, and historical fashion.

I mainly pair her with Xanxus, my fave KHR meow meow mf (my no. 1 KHR fave tied with Hibari)

I've been thinking about drawing XanLena for Xanxus' birthday on 10/10. Most of my midterms are after the 1 week break we get during mid October. I'll post it whenever I get started on the sketch. I'll probably post the whole thing on main whenever I get it done

I definitely want to draw XanLena in Việt phục ("Viet traditional clothing"). I'm either gonna go for Xanxus wearing Áo Dài ("Long dress") and Selena wearing Áo Tấc ("Ceremonial dress"), or Selena wearing some kind of Việt phục (Áo Tấc) with a big Nón quai thao.

The big hat is called Nón quai thao ("Wide flat palm hat with fringes/strap tassels"). It can be worn with any Việt Phục. I was thinking of having plants and lotuses on her big hat. Maybe her smol little cloud puppy could be resting on it too… That'd be cute.

Picking flowers for XanLena based on Flower symbolism is easy since Selena is Xanxus' cute florist assassin gf/wifey.

I want gifting flowers (based on their symbolisms in the Hanakotoba, Japanese Floriography, etc.) to be one of their love languages.

Like I imagine it starts with Selena gifting flowers to Xanxus because of her interests, and then he starts getting the servants to gift her bouquets of flowers she likes (and then also hands gifts personally to her himself, too) 🥰💘

I haven't decided on Selena's birthday yet.

Selena is a Central baby who was born in Huế, a city in Central Vietnam. Huế was the former Imperial capital.

I want her birthday to be in the lotus blooming season in Huế.

Selena's Viet name is Liên, which means "Lotus" in Sino-Viet, and the lotus is Vietnam's national flower 🪷

XanLena Art Ideas

I had a couple different art ideas in my head. I usually imagine Xanxus wearing Áo dài ("Long dress") since the shape language of it suits him most. I think he'd also look nice in Áo giao lĩnh ("Cross collared dress"). Since Xanxus has a very masculine presenting appearance and mannerisms.

Examples of Áo giao lĩnh. I love the soft purple colours. Reminds me of Selena 🥰💜🪷

Admittedly Viet men's fashion isn't as diverse as Viet women's fashion so I'll have to think of ways to differentiate my masc meow meow mf faves' outfits from each other

I think GNC masc charas like Douman (FGO), Judar (Magi), Kuroha/Saeru (KagePro) would look nice wearing both masc and femme Viet clothes ^^

Selena's design is NB flag colours 💜🖤🤍💛

I would consider purple, blue, and pink to be her theme colours, but purple is her main one. Her main colour palette and main theme colours make up the NB and Bi flag colours. My Bi NB icon~ 💗

Selena’s main Flame attribute is Cloud (purple flames) ☁️

Her secondary Flame attribute is Rain (blue flames) 💙💧

Soft pastel purple is Selena's main theme colour 💜

Blue and pink are Selena’ secondary theme colours 💙 🩷

I consider pink to be her secondary theme colour since it's also the colour of the lotus flower. She looks great wearing soft pinks 🩷

Idea 1: Couple art with XanLena wearing Việt Phục where Xanxus wears a black Áo dài ("Long dress") with red accents and gold flame shaped earrings with a red gem, and Selena wears a pastel purple Áo Tấc ("Ceremonial Dress") and khăn đóng (purple headwear) with lotuses and flowers on it, while holding a lotus.

Xanxus could also be holding a fan. It’d be super pretty if they were wearing fairy style Áo Tấc with either semi-translucent sleeves, or a semi-translucent sash or outer coat on top...

I’d want Selena to have the flowers on her khăn đóng, or in her hair, because it’d fit her very well!

Idea 2: Selena wearing a purple Việt Phục with a big Nón quai thao ("Wide flat palm hat with fringes/strap tassels") that has lotuses and flowers resting on top of it. Perhaps her cute pom pom (pomeranian) cloud pupper could be lying asleep on top of it as well? Like dog, like owner, they both like falling asleep in random places 🥰

Selena has a tendency to fall asleep in random places like a cat cot, including in her own garden, so Xanxus orders his men to go fetch his cat gf like the overbearing bf he is 🐈‍⬛🦁 Black cat gf x lion bf. I love the look of the Nón quai thao sm… The hat varies in size!

Idea 3: Selena wearing Áo Nhật Bình ("Square collared dress"). The Áo Nhật Bình is one of my favourite Viet traditional clothings because the patterns are SO gorgeous. The traditional Áo Nhật Bình is usually in red, but there's all types of colours! I recently bought pastel purple and traditional red ones with gorgeous patterns. The pastel purple one has coincidental trans flag stripe colours~ 🏳️‍⚧️ She'd look so pretty in it!

Iirc, this dress was worn by women of high status/royalty (princesses)

Selena falling asleep in flowers like harvest mice 💐🪷

In my KHR AU, Selena falling asleep in giant flowers is based on harvest mice (field mice) falling asleep in flowers like tulips. Xanxus who goes like (Huffs) whenever Selena loses track of time and falls asleep in her flowers/garden and has to send his men to fetch her

She's like a cat so she can fall asleep even in random places (her giant semi conscious plants will make a plant/flower bed for her). Selena being very eepy is sooo cute. It's always a good time for a nap to her. Xanxus who goes overbearing bf mode whenever Selena falls asleep in random places… It’s his own way of looking after the sleepy gf~~ She’s basically this cat. Snork mimimimi 🐈‍⬛😴💤

You can read more under the cut!

Old Arts of XanLena

Doodle WIPs I did back in 2023

I drew this Selena wearing Áo Tấc before back in 2023!

I love the colours of this one, especially the purple and pink gradient of the Áo Tấc, but I wanna redraw it to make it consistent with my current style cuz I've improved a lot since then

I also wanna update the old XanLena chibis I drew in 2023 to make it consistent with my art style too.

I did this super messy XanLena sketch back then of Selena giving him a bouquet of flowers 🪷

Trưng Sisters (FGO) by Takegarou

It's based on Takegarou's chibi style, one of the main Pokémon artists for Pokémon Sun and Moon, Sword and Shield, Legends: Arceus, and Scarlet and Violet.

Take is the character artist for the Trưng Sisters, known as Hai Bà Trưng ("Two Ladies [Named] Trưng") in FGO.

I love Take's aesthetic sense. Take's sense for picking colours and designing is fantastic. You can very clearly see the Viet traditional clothing inspirations~

Áo Nhật Bình

I recently got pastel purple and red Áo Nhật Bình. I'd LOVE to wear it sometime. The colours and patterns are so gorgeous!!!

Purple and red are XanLena colours 💜❤️

Art Rambles

When I do an initial sketch, I just focus on making the face + eyes look good so I tend to draw multiple versions of each, and then choose the best one. I refine my doodles many times, making the sketch neater everytime. So I just clean up my sketch. I just realized I hardly get to colour and properly render cuz I need a cleaner sketch to guide my colouring. Hopefully I can change that and get the opportunity to colour more

I remember a bunch of times in 2020 - 2023, my friends had sentiments like "I hardly get to see you colour, but I love your aesthetic sense in picking colours."

I love picking colours! I can try leaning into a messy painting style…

Oh and just if people are curious. I'd call myself Yume (lit. "Dream") and Yumejin (lit. "Dreaming person") since I do Canon/OC content for my KHR AU, and prefer gender neutral terms as someone NB.

Misc KHR Rambles

Just gonna put the context for mutuals who don't know much about KHR but wanna tune into my rambles

Xanxus was named for his flame as a kid (the Flame of Wrath), since he was born on 10/10, so he has two of the Roman numeral X's in his name, and so believed that he'd become Vongola 10th boss.

As my friend Cinna said, "Xanxus' sheer existence was made for rising on top of the mafia. He was born, named, and raised, to be a leader."

Xanxus' name has the roman numeral X for Decimo = 10, having dreamed to be the Vongola 10th (Decimo) since birth. He was named for that very reason. He was also born on 10/10.

Born on 10/10 to be a 10/10~

Easy to remember: Hibari: 5/5, Mukuro: 6/9, Xanxus: 10/10

I'm gonna be real honest like these three are the only KHR birthdays I remember just cuz they're easy to remember. I always find out about others after their birthdays pass like oops 😭

5/5 = Children's Day in Japan

6/9 = His fandom number is 69 (Ro (6) + Kyu (9) = Roku) -> Rokudo Mukuro

10/10 = The man with two X's in his name. Roman numeral X = 10

[eleetalks]

MEXICAN GP RACE RECAP

Interesting FP1 with the tests for Pirelli and 5 reserve drivers on the grid.

The 5 drivers were :

Theo Pourchair -> Alfa Romeo

Oliver Bearman -> Haas

Isack Hadjar -> AlphaTauri

Jack Doohan -> Alpine

Frederik Vesti -> Mercedes

Out of these 5 I think Bearman showed geat potential.

Both Ferraris had car issues that oddly enough were repaired before the end of the session.

Didn't get to watch FP2 ( I was way too tired bc of work) and im kinda bummed about it. I saw it rained at some point and after that Leclerc didn't manage good laps, wasn't as fast ?

FP3 was a bit all over the place imo, they tried testong for qualy and race pace... all of it in 60 min.

Albon was really good all through the 3 practices !

Stroll impeding on Sainz was a bit too much, not for the impeding itself but more bc of how dangerous it was.

QUALIFY

I think the main surprise here was Ricciardo, I mean, we all know he is a very good driver but did we expect him to end up P4 ?

Q1

As soon as qualify started, it was clear there was a difference with track temperature. Albon was great during practice but as soon as temp was a bit lower felt a huge difference with the car (could it be he had actual damage?).

Leclerc impressed everyone setting a very good time on Mediums, honestly couldn’t believe it when I saw it.

Norris surprised everyone (me included) by not making it to Q2. It looked like he really struggled to put together a decent lap… and the yellow flag certainly didn’t help.

The yellow flag also made another victim, Sargeant received a 10-place grid penalty for overtaking during a yellow flag.

Q2

As opposed to Q1, Q2 was very uneventful.

Alonso was left out of Q3, this last part of the season is really not being kind to him.

Albon was left out of Q3 for track limits, he really struggled with the car.

Q3

Ferrari got a first row lockout (😍), what could possibly go wrong ?

As said before, Ricciardo got P4… in an AlphaTauri ! Let that sink in ! He really did a miracle !

Perez got outqualified by Ricciardo.

Perez in a RedBull got “beaten” by Ricciardo in an AlphaTauri.

Verstappen got P3, and this is possibly the only track where starting on poleis not the best thing so I think he will be P1 out of Turn 1.

RACE

We knew it was gonna be an interesting race from the start. The Ferraris didn’t have a good start and Verstappen took advantage of that. Perez was eager to do good in his Home race but ended up half on top of Leclerc’s car and being OUT of race.

In the contact with Perez, Leclerc suffered a minor front wing damage that has been investigated for Unsafe Driving Conditions but found in compliance so no further action was taken.

Magnussen had a pretty bad accident, probably a problem with his car, and went into the barriers (hopefully he is okay). This caused a RED FLAG that played in favor for Red Bull and a little against Ferrari (strategy wise); in the restart Leclerc mantiened P2 on Hamilton but then got overtaken by Lewis, also because Hamilton was on Mediums and Leclerc was on Hards.

Norris proved to be a great driver and McLaren proved to have made important upgrades to the car in the second half of the season… from P17 to P5, wow 😮!

Also happy Ricciardo got his first points in this season and too bad for Tsunoda, he was having a good race until that contact with Piastri.

Ferrari didn’t do bad but they proved they have many issues still, especially with hard tyres.

🏎️❤️

[lestappenforever]

Something I need to say because I feel like some people will need to be reminded (btw, I’m EXTREMELY impressed and proud of both Ollie and Liam with their circumstances of how they joined an F1 weekend. They are both extremely talented and I can definitely see them in the paddock as drivers within the next few years, just prefacing)

We can’t really compare between both Ollie and Liam. The circumstances and similar yet very different and the situations.

First let’s look at the teams and just the cars. Liam had his first drive in F1, his first F1 weekend in an Alpha Tauri. While Ollie had/is going to have his first race in a Ferrari, a good one to be exact.

And while yes, both knew that they were going to drive suddenly because the main driver can’t, Liam knew in a way that was a bit abnormal, where he was there, after having just landed from Japan the night before, in Zandvoort, and saw Daniel while he broke his hand, and was called the Helmut, and attended the debrief and the whole shenanigans that happened, while Ollie knew this morning, when Carlos was actually diagnosed with appendicitis, waiting for his F2 race, while already present in Jeddah as he was about to race.

Next, the track and weather conditions. Ollie’s weekend looks to be a smooth sailing weekend in terms of weather. Moderate temperatures, almost non-existent rain chances, just wind. While Liam’s debut weekend was one of the craziest in terms of weather, no rain, rain, no rain, rain, heavy rain, red flag because of heavy rain, back to racing, no rain, rain. Pretty crazy.

So yeah, all of the people who are saying, no Ollie is better, no Liam is better. Both are absolute beasts, and both have a very bright future in F1. And we actually can’t really compare their debuts due to their massive differences. Only when seeing them consistently race, in proper seats, can we compare both.

(also, just cause I want to get it out, so far, Yuki is a strong contender in my eyes for that Red Bull seat, his revenge after last weekend in phenomenal, Daniel is not showing THE danny ric that was expected, but that’s so far, and race will tell)

Getting an analysis for Ollie and Liam made me so happy, seriously.

And I agree, you can't really compare their debuts due to the different circumstances in which they came about. But, there is no denying that they were both impressive when being thrown headfirst into F1, and I for one would love to see more of them. The future of F1 is so bright.

The amount of joy it brought me to see Yuki fighting back after Bahrain is insane. Whether or not he'll get a chance in Red Bull remains to be seen, but it would be a far more sensible decision than the alternative that has been floating around that I have never and will never get om board with.

Thank you so much for yet another wonderful analysis, my lovely. I appreciate it so much. ❤️

[clairegregoryau]

Ten First Lines

ten first lines tagged by @ghostalservice! You should absolutely go check out her wonderful work ❤️

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway. All of these are Our Flag Means Death fics, mostly modern or historical AU, two canon-era. 1. It’s a dark, rain-damp night in the jungle, but the hunter is not alone. (Life Finds a Way, an OFMD x Jurassic Park AU) 2. Stede Bonnet stands on the ten-metre diving platform of the aquatic centre in Barbados, staring down at the blue depths of the pool far below. (Ordinary Magic, a Valentine's Day follow-up for Synchronicity (see below!) 3. Stede Bonnet stands outside the military hospital on the outskirts of London with a manila folder clutched in his hands, feeling suddenly very small against the enormous stone building. (Lost and Found, a WWI AU in which Stede's a searcher for the Red Cross, looking for information on missing-in-action Lucius) 4. Ed’s officially made it to his fifth Olympic Games, this time in Paris. (Synchronicity, my Olympic diving AU- unhinged smut meets incredibly tense diving action and a deep, deep love-at-first sight) 5. The thing about Stede’s dorm room is that it’s objectively insane. (I Want to Believe, The X-Files as Ed's bisexual awakening, co-authored by @ghostalservice- this line is hers!) 6. Lucky One Hundred, the website banner says. Could it be you? (Lucky One Hundred, camboy Ed x accidental subscriber Stede) 7. It’s a lazy afternoon on the island, as they all are these days, and Stede has Ed pressed up against the windows of the library, staring out across the whole wide ocean with his hands splayed on the glass, fucking slowly into him as he moans. (Eternal Stars and Endless Seas, a Here Be Monsters postscript (see below)- starts spicy, keeps going!) 8. Some days, when Ed feels like the world has thrown everything it possibly can at him, he’s reminded right quick that there’s fuckery out there to a level he’s never even imagined. (Birds of a Feather, a 1932 Great Emu War historical AU) 9. Ed wakes to the warm glow of morning light, and for a second he’s disoriented. (Tell Me on a Sunday, a fic-of-a-fic filling in extra 1987 detail about Ed's life for @faeeebaeee's Piña Coladas) 10. There’s a monster stalking the seas around the Leeward Isles. (Here Be Monsters, a post-canon reunion fic/ S2 possibility- my biggest and proudest work!) I don't know enough Tumblr handles off the top of my head to tag people! But I love to read these, so if you have a few works you'd like to talk about, please take this as your invitation to jump in on this trend ❤️

[shslskaterboy]

it's enabling time!!! i'm gonna be gutsy and ask u about komahina and hinata (standalone)

Oough I have so many answers, so I’m going to try to keep this as reasonable as possible I promise

Hajime my beloved 🥰

Hairline Fracture, Rumours of My Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated, Dancing For Rain - Rise Against

This is How I Disappear, Give ‘Em Hell Kid - MCR

Klee - Sakanaction

Red Flag, The Dead Can’t Testify, Don’t Count On The Wicked, Definition of Destiny - Billy Talent

(All in keeping with the hc that he’s a closet emo punk because I’m right)

❤️ Komahina is arguably the one I think of most so I have to try to be so so normal about this ❤️

Swing Life Away, Methadone, The Black Market, Midnight Hands, The Good Left Undone, Wait For Me, From Heads Unworthy - Rise Against

Cemetery Drive, Famous Last Words - MCR

Stand Up And Run, Surrender - Billy Talent

Tabun Kaze, Hasu no Hana, Eureka - Sakanaction

Sweet Sun - Milky Chance

Enjoy the Silence, Shake the Disease, and But Not Tonight - Depeche Mode

Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division

Your Love - the Outfield

Just Like Heaven - the Cure

Take Me Home Tonight - Eddie Money

[larrietinder]

Prefer to be called: Chahat (​@chai-hat-tea )

Age: 25

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Demiromantic Asexual

Timezone: IST (GMT +5.30)

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Relationship Status: Single

Favorite Member of 1D: Aaah I’m so bad at choosing/making decisions! I have a soft spot for my Larents but I love all my 5 boys equally ❤️

What are you looking for? Relationship? Casual? Friends?: Friends for now, but I wouldn’t be opposed to something more.

Favorite Color: Dark colours and pastel colours! Predominately blue, green and black.

Favorite Food: Anything vegetarian! As long as it’s tasty, I can eat anything.

Favorite Beverage: Tea at home, coffee/hot chocolate outside, milkshake with food and something water/soft drink based if milkshake sounds heavy

Favorite Season: I loooove winters!!! Even though I get cold really fast :P

Least Favorite Color: Bright and Bling colours usually, but I can appreciate them.

Least Favorite Food: Anything that smells too pungent. Like I’m okay with onion and garlic, but if it’s overpowering the food, I’m not a fan.

Least Favorite Beverage: Alcohol? Is that counted?

Least Favorite Season: Rainy!! Sometimes I can get wet in the rain, but I need to prepare myself. I can’t do it unexpectedly XD

What is attractive to you in a person?

Physically - their voice and how they carry themselves.

Behaviourally - who show they care and repeatedly show they will prioritise me, or show I’m important to them. Also a huge plus if they know something and can talk to me about it without making me feel stupid.

What immediately turns you off of a person?

Self entitled spoilt brat behaviour, being rude to servers, creating a scene for stupid reasons, constantly cutting me off when I’m talking.

What are your red flags that you're guilty of?

I can be moody and throw temper tantrums. Can be passive aggressive sometimes. If you piss me off to great extents, I’ll forget what you mean to me and hurt you as much as you’ve hurt me. Terrible at confrontations. But once I calm down, I get excessively guilty and try my level best to make it up to you.

What red flags make you immediately run?

Commenting about physical aspects (weight, something different), your sense of humour is making fun of others and trying to make people feel stupid.

[the-flaneur]

After Max’s incredibly hot performance in Brazil today I am dying for a Max X Best friend smut. Where he’s been really mopey after quali about not winning any races and not having a sex. So, she jokes that if he wins the gp she’ll reward him. Just imagine the first thing he does when he gets out the car is kiss her and they celebrate the whole night 🥵

mad max strikes back (mv1)

pairing: max verstappen x bff!reader

summary: max is furious after a terrible qualifying lashing out against the team. however, you propose an enticing deal for the desperately hungry lion...but only if he wins

warnings: friends to lovers and 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. rough sex, public sex (or sex in a public location aka max's driver room), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive!max, lowkey a breeding kink

wc: 4043

a/n: anon i love the way you think ❤️ cause that was an absolute masterclass drive by max, truly indicative of his skill in being able to achieve his three (and hopefully very soon fourth) world championships -> so here's a long one to celebrate ;)

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max stormed into the red bull garage angrily muttering expletives, slamming down his helmet onto the table with a thud. qualifying could not have gotten any worse. not only had he gone out in q2 from a shitty red flag, he had a grid penalty and lando had also made his way to the top of the timesheet and had qualified first for the race later that day.

he was fucking pissed. 

he felt a hand gripping his shoulder, and he whipped around angrily to yell at whoever it was to leave him the hell alone - he didn’t need to hear the same words from gp or christian, let alone his father, who he knew had been even more angry about the flag. they were all just going to inadvertently rile him up more, something he didn’t want on his mind when the rain would be pouring down like buckets only two hours later.

max softened only slightly when he saw it was you, but his scowl and deepening frown lines were still plastered on his face. "what do you want? i'm not in the mood right now." he growled out, but there wasn't much bite behind his words. his eyes, usually so energised and focused, appeared dull and distant to you, as if the weight of the potential consequences had drained all the energy from his body.

"max, it's okay. i'm here," you said softly, as you stepped closer to stand beside him. hand brushing against his arm, it sent a gentle spark through both of you as you gave max words of comfort and reassurance. your voice was calm and reassuring, a stark contrast to max's earlier tirade. as you spoke, you reached up to gently massage his neck and shoulders, feeling the tension seep out of his muscles under your touch.

the adrenaline of his anger dissipated as your hands touched the sensitive skin of his neck, max leaning into you and letting out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes. you were soothing the knots of frustration that had taken hold of his body. as you continued to knead his tense muscles, max's grip on the edge of the table loosened, and he slowly lowered himself into the chair behind him. his head fell back, exposing the long column of his throat, which you couldn't resist tracing with the tip of your finger. the delicate skin was flushed, likely hoarse from his angry shouts.

"you're always so good at making me relax," max murmured, still evidently mad about the result but slowly physically relaxing.

“don’t let rupert here you say that, he’ll have my head for trying to steal his job,” you chuckled softly, watching max soften under your touch, “perhaps you should invest in a full time masseur if it’s this easy to get you to relax,” you smiled softly, patting his back as you kneeled down in front of him, meeting his lowered gaze.

max shook his head in mock amusement despite his foul mood. he reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your cheek. the gesture sent a flurry of butterflies through you, making your heart race. max's eyes glinted with an emotion you couldn't quite place - gratitude, affection, something more?

"thank you for being here for me," he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion. "i don't know what i'd do without you sometimes."

in a moment of vulnerability, max leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. you could feel the heat radiating off his skin, smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the fabric of his racing suit. max's warm breath ghosted across your lips as he leaned in close, his eyes searching yours intensely. you felt like you were drowning in those piercing blue depths, every thought evaporating until all that remained was the thrumming pulse between your bodies.

you loved it.

"if you win today, i promise i'll give you a reward," you teased, pulling away reluctantly as you could hear the commentators announcing the time for the start of the race and the mechanics around you grew alive. max looked momentarily surprised before a slow grin spread across his face, transforming his features from brooding to boyish in an instant.

"oh? and what sort of reward did you have in mind?" he asked, arching an eyebrow suggestively. the atmosphere shifted, the air thickening with unspoken tension. you felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you averted your gaze, suddenly self-conscious under the intensity of his stare.

"well, uh, maybe we could celebrate properly afterwards?" you offered lamely, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt while you glanced down at max’s racing shoes. he chuckled huskily, sending some familiar shivers down your spine.

"I think that can be arranged," he purred, leaning in close again, leaning in close enough for you to feel the heat of his body. his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "and i've got a few ideas for how we could celebrate..."

eyes dark with desire, he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

"but first, i’m going to win,”

watching max throughout the beginning stages of the race was nothing short of a god-given miracle. your eyes were glued to the screen in the garage, watching as the lap count increased, he carved his way all the way from p17 through the rain soaked cars like it was nothing.

he drove like the world champion he was meant to be.

watching as the cars came into the pits for the red flag and with max slotted into p2 behind esteban, you couldn’t help but feel an immense sense of pride for your best friend. he was proving everyone, including himself wrong, and setting himself up for a podium finish, you thought gleefully. 

max had quickly gotten himself out of the car before pacing his way towards his father and helmut, where a rapid exchange of dutch and german was exchanged between them. although, you had not yet approached him from your stool in the garage, he smiled, knowing that you were still watching him.

you could see a hint of a smile on max’s face as he discussed the tyres and track conditions with gp, before he swung around. max strode towards you with a newfound spring in his step, his earlier frustration seemingly forgotten in the thrill of the race. as he drew near, you could see the glimmer of excitement in his eyes, the flush of adrenaline colouring his cheeks. he stopped in front of you, hands on his hips as he caught his breath.

"did you see that?!" he exclaimed,"i mean, yeah, the conditions are crazy, but..." he shook his head in amazement. "i felt like i was flying out there. like the car is performing well, there’s nice balance…."

max reached out to pull you into a tight hug, spinning you around briefly before setting you back on your feet. his arms lingered around your waist, holding you close.

“i really think i can win this now,”

“i know you can. go get them lion,”

as you watched max carve out the final corners of the final lap, the chequered flag starting to be raised gleefully in the background, you couldn’t help but let out a broken sob in the garage, the mechanics around you roaring to life as he crossed the line in first.

your max…coming first…for the first time since spain…it was a dream come true.

standing shellshocked in the garage, you were only shoved out of your state, when gp grabbed your arm pulling you towards his screens, before putting a pair of headphones on your head.

he’s listening, he mouthed, before congratulating max on the radio. you could hear the raw joy in max’s shout as he said his signature catchphrase, before gp gestured for you to say something.

“m-maxie, i’m s-so proud of you. you’ve wo-worked so hard for this…” you managed to get out between tears, furiously trying to hide your tear-stricken face from the broadcast camera, which had panned towards the victorious red bull garage. 

“thank you y/n…” he grinned, hearing your voice on the radio only made the moment more special for him.

and for a moment, you both felt like you were on top of the world.

“i love you,”

the weight of his words hung heavy in the air between you, the confession echoing in your ears. max listened to you closely, gauging your reaction with bated breath. you felt your heart stutter in your chest, the overwhelming swell of emotion threatening to consume you entirely.

"i...i love you too, max," you whispered, barely audible over the cheers and celebrations erupting around you, "so fucking much."

watching max roll the rb20 into parc ferme - your eyes even more red than before, hair plastered against your sweaty face - you pressed yourself up against the barriers with the red bull mechanics and team members, helmut and christian nearby. the clamour in the crowd and in the people surrounding you reached a fever pitch as max raised his fists in the sky; savouring his victory for but a moment, before he ran towards the red bull crowd. he leaped into the waiting arms of his jubilant crew, who slapped his back, clapping and cheering, chanting his name. 

as the team set him back down, max's eyes immediately sought you out in the crowd. pulling you through his celebrating crew, he wrapped you up in a crushing embrace, lifting you off your feet. you melted into his embrace, pouring every ounce of your joy, pride, and adoration into it.

"we did it! we actually fucking did it!" he yelled, his face split in a wide, ecstatic grin. setting you back down, he cupped your face in his gloved hands, thumbs brushing away the happy tears streaking your cheeks. max gazed at you with a look of pure adoration, his eyes shining with triumph and something deeper, more intimate. the roar of the crowd faded into the background as he leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss. the world seemed to tilt on its axis as you clung into him, the taste of his victory mingling with the salt of your tears. his gloves scraped gently against your cheeks as he held your face, angling your head to deepen the kiss.

the crowd's cheers grew distant, replaced by the pounding of your heart and the ragged sound of your breath. max's tongue swept across your lower lip, coaxing it open, and you surrendered willingly, parting your mouth to welcome him inside. his kiss was hungry, devouring; his primal elation coursing through his veins. you clung to him, fingers digging into the fabric of his racing suit as he ravaged your mouth, staking his claim. max's gloved hand slid down to cradle the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your sensitive skin as his tongue went deeper, exploring the warmth of your mouth.

just as the kiss threatened to spiral out of control, a throat cleared loudly beside you. you and max sprang apart guiltily, both flushed and breathing hard. christian and helmut stood there with amused expressions, clearly having witnessed the heated display.

just as the kiss threatened to spiral out of control, a throat cleared loudly beside you. you and max sprang apart guiltily, both flushed and breathing hard. christian and helmut stood there with amused expressions, clearly having witnessed the heated display.

"ah, max," christian began, struggling to keep a straight face. "while we're all very pleased about your win, perhaps save the celebratory…activities…for later, hmm?"

helmut snorted. "yes, let's try to maintain a modicum of professionalism, shall we? there will be plenty of time for private celebrations after the press conference."

max cleared his throat awkwardly, glancing at you with a sheepish grin. "right, yes. sorry about that." he stepped back slightly, though his hand found yours and squeezed it reassuringly.

“i’ll see you guys later at the podium,” 

later, as max ascended the podium to accept his winner’s trophy, his gaze scanned the crowd until it landed on you once more. a broad, triumphant smile spread across his face and he blew you a playful kiss, winking at you as the cameras flashed. the crowd erupted in applause again, but max barely registered it, his focus solely on you.

you, his best friend (well hopefully not anymore if he had anything to do about it), was there exuberantly celebrating his first win in what felt like whatever. you had been there since the beginning, but this one felt all the more special

max pushed open the door to his cramped driver's room, a tired but satisfied smile on his face. the media duties had finally died down, leaving him free to celebrate with you in private. you were sitting on the edge of the narrow bed watching him with a smile as he kicked off his racing boots and crossed the room in a few long strides. before you could react, he scooped you up into his arms, pressing you back against the bed.

"thank you, thank you, thank you," he murmured, his voice low and husky with exhaustion. leaning down, he claimed your lips in a deep kiss, his hands roaming possessively over your body. he was fierce and demanding - max's lips moving hungrily against yours as if trying to drink in every ounce of your presence. his hands slid under your shirt, skimming over your sides and coming to rest on your stomach, fingertips dipping just beneath the waistband of your pants.

as he broke the kiss, panting softly, he gazed down at you making your heart race. "i want you," he breathed, his voice rough with longing. "right here, right now. reward your race winner.” your breath caught in your throat at the raw hunger in max's eyes. the air between you crackled as he loomed over you, his muscular frame casting a shadow on the small space. his hands continued their exploration, tugging at your shirt with impatient fingers.

you nodded eagerly, a shiver running down your spine at the promise. "yes, please," you whispered, reaching for the hem of his racing suit. "i need you too." with a growl of approval, max helped you strip off his gear, revealing the lean, powerful lines of his body. he shed his underwear next, kicking them aside carelessly as he climbed onto the bed, covering your body with his own.

your fingers tangled in max's short hair as he kissed you fiercely again, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste you fully. his weight pressed you into the thin mattress, the creak of metal drowned out by your moans.

max's hands mapped the curves of your body, calloused palms scraping deliciously against sensitive skin as he stripped away your remaining clothes except for your panties. cool air washed over your bare flesh, pebbling your nipples into tight buds. he groaned appreciatively at the sight of you, laid out like an offering beneath him.

"so beautiful," he rasped, ducking his head to put his tongue over one rosy peak. you arched into the touch, fingers tightening reflexively in his hair. he lavished attention on each breast in turn, teeth grazing lightly before soothing the sting with his lips and tongue. as max worshipped your breasts, his hands drifted lower, teasing along the curves of your hips and thighs. you squirmed restlessly, craving more of his touch. he chuckled darkly, a vibration that sent tingles through you.

"not so fast, love," he teased, trailing a fingertip down. before you could protest, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and slowly dragged them down your legs, kissing and nipping a path along the way. the fabric slipped past your ankles, pooling around your feet as he tossed it aside.

now completely bare before him, you felt exposed yet incredibly aroused, your body vibrating with anticipation. max's hungry gaze raked over your body, making you acutely aware of how wet you'd already grown. with a predatory gleam in his eye, max settled between your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your slick folds. you gasped, back arching off the bed as he leaned in to lap at your clit, his tongue bold and insistent.

"mmm, you taste even better than i imagined," he murmured against your sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. his hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he lapped at your arousal, sucking and nibbling until you were writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

max's relentless tongue drove you wild, your climax building with terrifying speed. he seemed to sense your impending release, doubling his efforts to push you over the edge. you keened loudly, fingers threading through his hair as your orgasm crashed over you in waves of ecstasy.

just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, max pulled back, leaving you gasping and trembling. he rose up on his knees, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he reached his dick. "my turn now," he smirked, putting you on your hands and knees, your delectable ass facing him.

with a low growl, max positioned himself behind you, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance. he took a moment to savour the feel of your warm, damp heat beckoning him, your muscles fluttering in anticipation.

max tapped the swollen head of his cock against your pussy, the broad tip parting your slick folds with each teasing press. "so ready for me, aren't you?" he purred, his voice dripping with lust. "your pussy is practically begging for my dick." he rubbed the underside of his shaft along your slit, coating himself in your juices before notching the tip inside you. the stretch was painful, but your inner walls clenching greedily around the intrusion.

with a slow, deliberate thrust, max sheathed himself to the hilt, a guttural moan escaping him as your velvety heat enveloped his throbbing length. he paused for a moment, before beginning to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in, setting a relentless pace that left you breathless and pleading for more. max set a brutal rhythm, pounding into you with abandon as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. each savage thrust hit deep, the force of his strokes rattling the tiny room.

"you're mine," he snarled, his breath hot against your ear. "every inch of this sweet cunt belongs to me." his words were punctuated by the lewd slap of flesh on flesh, the sound echoing off the metal walls. your cries of pleasure mingled with the symphony of grunts and slaps as max relentlessly claimed you, his powerful body driving into yours with unrelenting fervour. sweat dripped from his brow, stinging your skin where they touched, but only served to heighten the intensity.

as max's pace quickened, the bed creaked ominously beneath you, the metallic frame straining against the force of his thrusts. he pistoned into you with reckless abandon, his balls slapping against your clit with every savage stroke. the pressure built rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter within you, threatening to unleash a maelstrom of pleasure.

max suddenly withdrew from your spasming channel, leaving you empty and aching. before you could cry out and whine, he flipped you onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. his other grasped his rigid cock, stroking it slowly as he loomed over you, a predator poised to strike.

"look at you," he growled, his heated gaze raking over your flushed, panting form. "so desperate for my dick, your cunt still twitching." he tapped the engorged head at your entrance once more, teasing you mercilessly with shallow thrusts that barely penetrated you. "beg for it, little one. tell me how badly you need your best friend's cock inside you again."

max continued his maddening tease, the thick crown of his erection catching on your rim with every torturous glide. your hips bucked instinctively, but he maintained his infuriating control, denying you the fullness you craved. "please..." you whimpered, your voice ragged with need. "max, i need you... please fuck me!" tears of frustration pricked at the corners of your eyes as he kept you balanced on the knife's edge of desperation, your body wound tight.

with a cruel chuckle, max finally relented, burying himself to the hilt in one swift, powerful thrust. a choked cry tore from your throat as he stretched you wide, his girth filling you utterly."that's it, take it all," he grunted, starting to move, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each punishing stroke. "this is what you wanted, isn't it? to be split open on my fat cock, used like the needy slut you are."

max's filthy words only fueled your arousal as he ravaged you, his thick cock plundering your depths with ruthless efficiency. the room filled with the obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh and your wanton moans - a lewd symphony. his eyes darkened with possessive hunger as he drank in the sight of you splayed out beneath him, impaled on his throbbing cock. "fuck, look at you," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "taking my dick so well, like you were made for it."

he punctuated his words with sharp, deep thrusts, grinding against your cervix with each snap of his hips. "this cunt is mine now, understand? no one else gets to have you like this, not ever again." his grip on your wrists tightened, the bite of his fingers a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure radiating from your core.

"i'm going to ruin you for anyone else," max promised darkly, his rhythm growing erratic as he chased his own release.

max's movements grew frantic, his pelvis slapping against yours with bruising force as he neared his peak. "that's it, take it all," he snarled, his voice strained with impending climax. "milk my cock like the greedy little cumslut you are." with a final, brutal thrust, max buried himself to the hilt, his thick shaft pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside you. rope after rope of hot seed painted your insides, marking you as his in the most primal way possible. through it all, he held your gaze captive, his eyes blazing with feral satisfaction as he claimed you utterly.

max collapsed beside you, both of you panting and sweat-slicked in the aftermath. for a long moment, neither of you spoke, simply basking in the glow of shared pleasure and the intimate connection forged between you.

finally, max rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you tenderly. he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch gentle in contrast to the roughness of your lovemaking. "i meant what i said, you know," he murmured softly, his eyes searching yours. "about wanting to be with you, really be with you. i don't just mean sexually, though god knows i want that too."

you met max's gaze, seeing the sincerity shining in his eyes. despite the lingering echoes of passion, there was a vulnerability there that stirred something deep within you. "i feel it too," you admitted quietly, reaching up to place your palm against his cheek. "the connection, the... everything. it scares me a little, to be honest."

max's expression softened, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a comforting gesture. "it should," he agreed gently. "love, real love, always does. but i promise, i'll be here for you, through all of it - the good, the bad, and everything in between." he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "we'll figure it out together, okay?"

“i love you max,”

max's heart skipped a beat at your confession again, "i love you too, darling," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he poured his feelings into a searing kiss.

in that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the depth of your affection. max's lips moved against yours with a tenderness that belied the raw passion of earlier, conveying the complexity of his emotions. as the kiss deepened, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go.

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[alyjojo]

Love Reading 🌡️ - August 2024 - Gemini

Singles:

Who is Coming In: 3 Pentacles & 5 Swords

Regarding: 9 Pentacles

Long-Term Potential: King of Pentacles

This person is a real one, their intentions are on point. More Virgo energy with you, either this is someone you’re loosely dating, have recently broken up with, or they just like you but also can’t stand you 🤭 1000% a karmic soul contract, this person isn’t going anywhere idc what happened between you, seems like a lot of fighting. They show up as a soulmate, which is probably why they’re so pissed off (or switch) about other options, other people you’re dating, there’s clearly excess people here with 3 Pentacles & 5 Wands. That’s competition. When you meet your soulmate you’re not trying to battle the world to get them, right? You just want to be a pair, a 2, not a three or five. That’s their problem (or yours). At the bottom of the oracles is Not Enough, this situation is eating away at their self-esteem. It’s partly shadow work for them to deal with their own triggers, due to whatever is going on here and it probably being too much, it’s affecting them. Or you. Long term, it’s just showing this person as solid, steady, dependable, they’re the type to always come through for you no matter what…which leads me to believe it’s on you to make the moves towards more commitment here. But they’ll show up & do what’s right, every single time. Could be your forever person right here, be careful ❤️ The Knight to the King can show them being around for a long long time, you’re going to “grow up” with/because of them, and vice versa. Beautiful changes are meant to be, no matter if this goes long term or not, some will.

Messages:

- I love our walks together.

- I can’t/dont want to have children.

SOUL MATES 👥

- Soul Connection

- Partnership

- Soul Contract

- Life Partner

Try to go one day without complaining, and only affirm the positive.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Virgo & heavy earth 🌳

Couples:

The relationship: 9 Wands rev

The problem: 8 Pentacles

What to do about it: Temperance rev

Current energy: 5 Wands

Again, there’s competition and bs around you this month, just across the board everywhere? Could be a retrograde thing, Saturn is also retrograde with Mercury (soon to be Uranus Taurus too) and both square you in the middle - and Sag - it can feel like that right now. Hectic, crazy, drama. Heavy fire 🔥 with this person, either they are fire, you have a lot of it, or it’s the heated tempers and passions that are fighting for top priority - of any sign. Again, Not Enough is at the bottom of the oracle deck, so no matter what is going on, someone isn’t feeling valued, loved, protected, appreciated or safe - something is toxic, they’re feeling like there’s competition on the field and they have to stake their claim or lose. Here it’s more like family, friends, ex’s/co-parents, or could be neighbors for someone specifically. I’m getting two stories here.

Now the shadow, for half. Because The Devil is showing their face more than once, these may be inner demons you/your person are dealing with, because the why is SUCCESS 🌞 So why would success be a problem? Because now someone is getting a lot more attention 💯 And your person (I assume) is jealous of that, they’re feeling insecure and like to be in control of things, they feel like they’re losing their grip over you (potential red flag? 🚩) or just losing you altogether. Are you giving other people a lot of attention, is it shady, idk, not every person here is wrong - but some are. I get this being more like they have valid points but maybe aren’t expressing them correctly, or it’s coming off as snide because you deserve to be cheered for…this person may seem like kind of a drag or a downer, raining ☔️ on your parade. With fire 🔥 signs it’s heavily about ego - like how dare you do better than them, they’re the ones that should be winning - that’s what’s coming through the strongest. Fire or not, them or you.

The advice saying to “play your part” along with Unconditional Love shows the advice, because there is genuine love here. If you’re ex’s, active partners, whoever you are to each other comes with some kind of “role” (that could be the argument). There needs to be clearly defined roles. So if you’ve been going to work parties and celebrating for a month, your person has handled all of the practicalities and they’re kinda pissed about it, you’re needing to step in and step up a little to help them feel less…against you, and more supportive. If you’re ex’s it’s going to take time to fit into new rules and right now is drama, which almost can’t be helped, but you still have to communicate & show up. They’re impatient with your side of things, could be switched, but whatever this is needs two people actively contributing to it in whatever way is necessary. There’s no real communication or planning, there could be sudden texts of “I’m going to be late” and kinda leaving it all on them - or switch it - and the state of the relationship currently is exhausted, “I can’t keep doing this forever.” Help is the advice, step up, pitch in, both sides ❤️ And easing someone’s mind about other people or competition in the mix - where that applies.

There’s a side story here about a house/neighbors and fighting about that, I’m literally seeing this tree on 8 Pentacles blocking The Sun, that could be the whole issue. Your neighbor’s tree is pissing you off or switch it, and there are no plans to do anything about it. Doesn’t have to be a tree, something around the home, and outside people. You’re both needing to play your roles or offer to assist rather than go to war. Knocking on guy’s door like “I will pay for this to be trimmed, will you agree pleaaaaase.” Why that’s the story idk but that’s what I’m getting. Once some kind of plan or agenda is put into place, things will improve, but that’s where the temper is coming from - it hasn’t. Could be regarding work as well, taking out work frustrations on your partner or they are with you, possibly competing for who does more. Both ❤️ Positive potential is here to work through the mess and get to a place of equal exchange, your person genuinely loves you it may just border on obsession sometimes…or that’s switched, because they’re feeling undervalued or not enough for some reason.

BLOWING KISS 💋

- Unconditional Love

- Giving & Receiving

- Fairness & Love

- Affection Returned

Life is like a play on a stage. Learn your part well, and remember that it’s only an illusion.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Aries, Leo, Sagittarius & Virgo

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i did something bad - part nine

THE PEOPLE'S PRINCE IS FINALLY CROWNED

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MONACO 2024

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daniel ricciardo any nerves?

charles leclerc the usual amount

checo perez get rid of them. you're going to win.

max verstappen i won't make it easy but i think it's about time you won your home race.

alex albon why are you nervous? you've won 5 races already. no offense to max but you've got this in the bag.

teagan horner i haven't let you down yet have i?

charles leclerc well, no, but, i've gotten pole here in the past and not once has it been converted into a win. i simply do not want to get my hopes up

sebastian vettel you've got this, there is not a doubt in mind.

liam lawson he's got me thinking i could do anything. i think you've got this charles.

pierre gasly HELL YEAH HE DOES!

pierre gasly also, make sure you win, i've got money on this.

mark webber YOU BET ON HIM? pierre gasly stupidity doesn't suit you webber, you're in on it too.

christian horner please win so toger can owe me money.

charles leclerc toto doesn't think i can win?

christian horner that's what you got from that? not that i believe in you? yuki tsunoda it's your job to believe in him. christian horner toger thinks you can win, but for 'legal' purposes he has to bet against you.

pierre gasly carlos also bet you would win.

the moment he had gotten into the car everything went blank. he had a race to win, he wasn't going to let anyone or anything take this from him. charles could hear her voice guiding him but even she was a simple whisper in his mind. he had only one goal today, and that was to win. he had to win this race, if not for him, for his papa. his papa who always believed he would one day win their home race, of course he had hoped it would be that famous red car, but that dream never came true.

the clouds in the sky hadn't helped with the fear he held of not winning again. he had voiced his concerns to teagan but she informed him that she had a plan, she had always had a plan. while everyone else had started off on soft she sent him out on mediums telling him they could extend their first stint until they had to pit for inters. she was 90% sure it would rain, it was monaco and 9 times out of 10 it rained. he trusted her, he truly did, but he was scared he would let down his hometown again.

she had him pit lap 26 when it started to lightly drizzle, right after max went in for hards. of course, he had lost the lead to max and surprisingly had oscar piastri on his ass as he came out of the pit lane. but when max had to pit again for interns he knew she had made the right call. towards the end he felt he could slow down and manage his tires to last him the rest of the race. he prayed to whatever deity looked over him to give him this one win. this was the one that mattered the most to him, the one people had been waiting to see him win.

he would prove to those who had given up on him that he could win monaco. he would win monaco today, it was no longer a matter of if he won it was when he won. today, charles was sure he would be the first monegasque in nearly a 100 years to win the monaco grand prix.

“charles leclerc can see the checkered flag, he can hear the crowd screaming in joy! after 93 years a monegasque driver wins the monaco grand prix! charles leclerc has made history today!” 

“P1! THAT’S P1 CHARLES! YOU DID IT!” teagan shouts. he can hear the happiness in her voice, she had wanted this win for him so bad. with the help of her good strategy calls he had done it.

“YESS!!!” charles shouted, absolute glee in his voice.

"congratulations charles," christian said, "well done, amazing drive. you deserve this one after so many left downs in the past."

"thank you. thank you so much," charles thanked.

"don't thank me kid, this was all you."

he shouts continuously as he finishes his cool down lap, as he parks his car in the parc fermé he can hear the crowd screaming in joy. he stands on the nose of his car, kissing his finger, reaching toward the sky, this win was for his papa. before jumping down from his car, kneeling in front of it and bowing to it. a reminder that to everyone that he still looked up to sebastian. he had seen the german in the red bull garage today, he had kept the promise he made in suzuka. he would be here to watch him win his home race.

he stands rushing into the arms of his team, they welcome him with open arms. they're just as ecstatic as him, they know how long he's wanted this. this and the championship are what he's worked so long for. that was one goal completed, one more left.

the crowd screams his name as their prince is finally crowned winner of the monaco grand prix. there is no better feeling than this to charles. then he sees her, smiling wildly at him next to her father. he takes his helmet and balaclava off, pushing them into the arms of a team member. he rushes to be in front of her, “can i?” she nods and all the emotions he had been feeling are pushed into their kiss. the team shouts in even more joy, if that was even possible, as the crowd shouts in shock and confusion. 

her dad breaks them up, “alright charles, cooldown room, you can kiss her later.” 

“yes sir,” he laughs, leaving her to be weighted. max and oscar congratulate him, also knowing how long he had been waiting for his win. 

teaganhorner "and baby i get mystified by how this city screams your name."

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lilymhe look at my girlfriend!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! originally this was going to be monaco and canada in one but i think monaco deserves its own chapter. y’all be kind for my racing scene, i don’t know how to write one properly, i tried my best, truly.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy

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❤️✨🎨

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

it frequently changes, but right now i’ll go with this from chapter 11 of but i thought you might:

Galadriel murmured the words over and over again, whispering them against his lips, pressing them into his mouth, until the taste of each syllable was as familiar to him as the salt of her tears.

✨ Out of the comments you’ve recieved on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

they all mean so much to me, but here are a few recent ones that made me laugh (spoilers if you’re not caught up on my modern aus)

Poor gal, i hope this baby is not gonna fuck up her life, like im down for the baby and house, but gal navigating a child out of wedlock *gasp* and graduating entering the workforce and fixing her shit with hal, who STILL has not said the three most important fucking words to her i have not forgotten but has nonetheless knocked her up and downloaded the zillow app instead like HAL DAMMIT.

Hal was begging to be begged to turn into a daddy and I HOWLED so hard and then the ending omg I couldn’t read this in public and not combust w giddiness

Hal’s a red flag but reds her favorite color so what it do baby

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

i’m so bad at imagining these things. i think parts of with hands as gentle as rain, i shall strangle him would be easiest, but y’all know bitym is so precious to me, i’d just about die of giddiness to see anything from that.

thank you so much for asking!

[adrena-dine]

British GP 2022: a summary

Pierre and Yuki went shooting ? Helmut be scared bestie they’re coming for you 😈

Guanyu showed once again he’s a fashion icon

pierre and Charles went together because BESTIES !!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Lance stroll showing up in an helicopter, what a material guuuuurl 💅🏼

Lewis spoke FACTS during press conference and I love him for that

Alex won the cutest helmet contest and Lewis the most meaningful one 🥰 Lando’s was amazing too (McLaren can find him so easily with this NEON colour)

PEDAL CAM IS BACK AFTER 20 YEARS (the angle is rubbish but I’ll take whatever I’m offered)

Daniel tried to kill Lando by throwing him a jumping ball (do whatever you need to be number 1). can we say it was his bday present ?

His cake was amazing too

The crowd going dead silent when Nathalie Pinkham asked if mclaren was to score a podium this weekend 💀💀

Lance said HELLO MATE to the gravels

To the person who told him that he couldn’t park there : you were the man.

Yukiere doing gay things. Again.

Daniel’s speech for his bday being « thank you 🤠 ». Relatable.

Rain being in a silly goofy mood and just keeping on coming and stopping

NICHOLAS IN Q3 ?! GUANYU IN P9 ?! WHAT IS GOING ON ?!!! So proud of them 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Cars went ⬆️🔃⬆️ (I’m talking about you Max and Charles 😒)

CARLOS FIRST POLE DNLEKZKZKDKDKKE VAMOOOOOOOS

it’s his cousin screaming in Ferrari garage for me ✋🏼

TV direction was awful tho

An illustration of Aston Martin’s mess: Keanu Reaves started to watch quali in AM and finished in Ferrari 🫤

Sebastian in Mansell’s car, sustainably fuelled 😍🌿 we stan an environmental aware king (who celebrated his 35th bday)

Huge incident at the start, I am glad everyone is fine ❤️ we can thank the halo once again

Basically Pierre was sandwiched between George and Guanyu, who end up in the gravels, alex spun while avoiding the accident causing damage to Esteban and Yuki

Protestors entering the track during safety car 😒

Yuki still driving without a wheel, nothing stops this man

George stopping his car and running to help guanyu, costing him his race 🥹 what a man

Then he almost got into a fight with the FIA for starting the race again

Red flag shenanigans : Lewis and Yuki hanging out with their mechanics, Esteban having a snack time and trying to share it with his team, Lewis on his scooter, George arguing with FIA and Sebastian trying to get into Ferrari to escape Aston Martin mess

Alpine’s mechanics fixed estie bestie car in such a little time 😳

Carlos fighting for his dear life against max, missing his corner, and then got his place again bc Max’s tyre said « bitch im out »

Yukierre facing relationship difficulties. This hurts. But the spins were pretty 🩰🩰🩰

Sebastian overtaking Max, who would have thought ? Not me 😳

Bottas and Pierre’s DNF 😢

Ferrari messing up strategies again, costing Carlos and Charles’ race 🙄 grande strategia

Esteban was recovering well but then his car said no and stopped. In the middle of the track.

🚨SAFETY CARS 🚨

charles doing a hell of a race with used tyres and a broken front wing. F1 golden boy behaviour✨

The last laps almost caused me an heart attack

The battles were so amazing, I think they made me fall in love with f1 once again. Boys were doing the race of their lives

MICK’S FIRST POINTS 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

CARLOS FIRST F1 VICTORY FINALLY GRANDE CARLOS GRANDE VICTORIA ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

but not grande strategia 🥴

charles didn’t give him a single gesture after the race 😪

We had an amazing race but at what cost ? F1 new ships.

Mattia scolding Charles right after the race. Post race meeting is going to be fun isn’t it 🤪

Checo and Lewis’ dads hugging during podium :) cute.

Carlos’ smile on podium was everything 🥰✨

Guanyu walking in the paddock after the race is was comforting

His car is completely destroyed tho

Wishing all the best to Alex ❤️

Anyway see y’all next race