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ktgoodmorning · 1 month

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"I'm fine."

Ona Batlle x Reader

You're overworking yourself more than you should be and Ona's worried about you. But you're fine !

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You yawned as you checked what time it was, sipping from your coffee as you did so. The clock blinked back at you, reading 5:00 am. Papers were strewn across the kitchen table as you regained your focus on your laptop in front of you, trying to finish all the work you could before your girlfriend was up and you both had to get ready to go to work. It was your fourth day in a row of this routine, up for hours getting caught up on your school work before going to work with Ona.

You had recently been given a job working with the physios for Barcelona while you wrapped up your schooling. It was an incredible opportunity, something you couldn’t say no to, however it had piled on a significant amount of work. At the moment, your job was doing administrative duties for the physios, data tracking and record keeping to make sure it all ran smoothly. It was important for you to prove yourself so that once you finished school you could get offered a real physio job working with the players. But for now, you had your little office that you spent plenty of long hours in and that was all you needed, you just had to stay focused on your school work at the same time.

“Are you seriously up this early again?” You looked over your shoulder just to see Ona trudging towards you, still half asleep. Her hair was a tangled mess, voice rough with sleep as she made her way behind you, draping her arms over your shoulders lazily and pressing her face into your neck.

“Oni I have to get all this work done you know that,” You kissed her cheek lightly, “I didn’t wake you up, did I?” Your free hand came up to rest on top of hers as she still stayed, hugging you from behind while you went back to your work.

She shook her head in the crook of your neck, “how long have you been up? You need sleep, mi cielo.”

You let out a soft sigh, pausing your work momentarily, “I’m fine, I promise. I just need to stay caught up with everything. If you want, there’s some coffee on the counter but it might be cold now.”

The brunette pressed a kiss to your cheek before standing to get the coffee you made. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you avoided my question. And the way this coffee is ice cold has me thinking I really won’t like the answer.” She gave you a pointed look, a small smirk adorning her face, while you just rolled your eyes. “Will you at least tell me how many cups of coffee you’ve had so far?”

“This is number three.” She wasn’t sure she heard you correctly due to how softly you spoke.

“Did you just say three?” you nodded. “It’s barely even 5:00 and you’ve had three cups of coffee. You’re obviously tired. Let’s go lie down, you’ve still got plenty of time before we have to leave. I’ll hold you, come on.” Your girlfriend stood up, immediately offering her hand, looking at you expectantly for you to join her in an extra hour of sleep. You cringed slightly, not getting up from your spot at the table but knowing she wasn’t going to like your answer.

“Ona you know I can’t do that. I can’t get behind on this school work. If you want to go back to sleep though, I’ll bring my computer and come sit with you?”

“That’s alright,” she shook her head and settled back into the chair next to you, slightly defeated that she couldn’t convince you, “I’ll stay out here with you, keep you company.”

“Thanks, love. Your company does make it slightly less miserable.”

“Well I’m certainly glad I don’t make it more miserable.” You giggled softly, sharing a soft kiss before she rested her head on your shoulder, watching you do your school work while she settled into your side.

You knew you were exhausted and that Ona was right, but at the moment it was just the price you had to pay. There was only about a month left until you finished school, then your workload would be cut in half. The problem at the moment was the combination of school plus your new job that was killing you. You had to keep up with both, horribly desperate to prove yourself in every possible way. So if it meant being a little short on sleep, you could handle it. By getting up early and staying up late, doing as much as possible when Ona was asleep, it left you more time to spend with Ona during the day. The more you did it, the more your girlfriend seemed to realize just how tired you were becoming, but you just had to push through it for another month and then it would be over.

About an hour later, you were surprised to see that your girlfriend was still awake against your shoulder. You assumed it was boring or uncomfortable for her to be sitting there that long with nothing to do besides watch you do homework and drink cold coffee, but Ona didn’t seem to mind.

She remained snuggled into your side until her alarm went off, signaling that you both needed to get ready to go. As soon as you abandoned your work, you were back to your usual self, making conversation with each other and dancing around to some of your favorite music as you got ready for the day together.

You had a little routine together where you often did each other's hair in the morning. It didn’t matter what it was, it was just a small way of getting to connect with each other and start your day off on a high note. So there you sat, in front of your mirror while Ona threaded her fingers through your hair as you shut your eyes and leaned back into her hands. “You always end up looking like you’re gonna fall asleep when I play with your hair.” she giggled at you.

“Yeah, it's relaxing,” you shrugged, “And you say I always look like I’m gonna fall asleep so it’s really nothing out of the ordinary anyways.”

“Hmm, that’s true, cause you never sleep, mi cielo.” Her hands carefully pulled your hair back into a low bun for you, making sure it was up to your standards before you switched spots to do her braid. Even though it was small, you were extremely grateful for this part of your routine. Feeling her hands move along your scalp always brought you comfort during your least favorite time of day.

When you arrived at the training grounds, Ona walked you to your office just as she always did, carrying your bag for you and giving you plenty of kisses before she headed off to the locker room. The second she left your office, you immediately buried yourself in your work. The coffee machine in your office was working overtime trying to keep up with you while you only looked away from your work long enough to brew a new cup. It seemed as though your days of sleepless nights were starting to catch up with you as you continued to work harder to remain focused.

Most days at work, you’d eat lunch with Ona. Either she’d bring her lunch to your office or, more commonly, you’d take your lunch to go eat with her and her teammates. You knew most of them, especially the ones she was closer with, so you liked having the break outside the confines of your office.

But today you couldn’t do that.

If you just spent your lunch working on your school work, you would have time to spend with Ona after you both finished working, which seemed like a much better use of your time. That way it’d be just the two of you, not stuck at work, able to spend some quality time together.

So you did the one thing you almost never did, and shut your office door, signaling to everyone to leave you uninterrupted. Of course when it was fifteen minutes into your lunch breaks and you still hadn’t filled the seat Ona had saved for you at the table with her friends, she picked up her plate and made her way to your office, thinking that’s what you were intending on. You heard her footsteps stop outside your door, and watched as she seemed to just pause there, figuring out what to do. On one hand, she knew that your closed door meant you were busy, but on the other hand, she also knew it was your lunch break.

When she finally made up her mind, she opened your door, ever so slowly, peeking her head through the small crack and finally seeing what had kept you from her- more school work. Upon seeing what you were doing, the brunette further opened your door and entered, settling into the extra chair across from your desk to eat her lunch. “Are you really working through lunch? No offense but you look like you haven’t slept in days, babe. You look like you could pass out at any second, you really need to take a break.”

“Ona, I’m fine. If I finish this now, then I’ll have time to spend with you tonight once we’re done here. Then I’ll take a break. With you.” You gave her a cheesy smile, hoping she’d accept your answer but still knowing she probably wouldn’t.

“As much as I’d like some time with you, it’s not me I’m worried about. You need a break. For you. Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed for that matter.”

Of course she saw right through you and you should’ve expected that. Ona knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. “I’m okay, I promise. I’m a little tired, sure, but I’ll be fine. I just have to get to graduation and then I’ll have a normal schedule again.”

Your girlfriend was starting to get frustrated by your insistence and refusal to listen. She knew you were running yourself to death and needed nothing more than a break to keep functioning. “(Y/n) you’re not listening. That’s the fifth time in the last two minutes that you’ve yawned, don’t think I don’t notice. When was the last time your head hit a pillow?”

“Ona. I’m fi-”

“If you say you’re fine one more time I might lose my mind.” She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and not push her frustrations onto you further. The defender quickly stood up, pulling you up from your chair abruptly, “That’s it! We’re getting you out of this stupid office!

You knew there was no point in arguing with her, allowing her to drag you down the hallway into a lounge area when some of her teammates were scattered around the room keeping themselves busy. Some were finishing lunch, some of the younger girls doing school work of their own, others just relaxing together and hanging out. Ona pulled you onto a couch that had some sort of football game playing in front of it, many of the girls half-watching it. She immediately pulled you into her side, forcing you to cuddle up to her- something she wouldn’t normally do when you were both at work, but decided it was necessary at that moment.

“Lay down. I’ll set an alarm to wake you up when your lunch is over, just please, rest.” You gave her a half-hearted glare, partially for pulling you away from your schoolwork but partially because you doubted you’d be able to sleep in a space like this. But once again, Ona saw right through you. “Close your eyes and stop fighting it. I’ll be right here with you, even if you can’t actually sleep, you need a break. And you’re already half asleep so I’m really not too worried about it. I’ve got you, mi cielo.”

You gave her a slight nod before making yourself comfortable with your head on her lap, trying to do as she asked. You knew you were tired but didn’t fully comprehend how bad it was until your body instantly succumbed to your exhaustion. Within minutes, you had passed out on the couch. Ona’s teammates knew not to bother you having heard all of the defender’s concerns about you and your lack of sleep lately. All she got from them were a few knowing glances, happy to see how relieved Ona was at the sight of you sleeping on her.

Your girlfriend fully intended on waking you up at the same time you normally ended your lunch and went back to work, but you were so peaceful on her lap, and she knew how badly you needed the sleep that she had a hard time doing so. She knew she hated lying to you and that you’d likely be pissed off at her, but Ona really, truly felt that she didn’t have a choice- she had to let you sleep. You were running yourself into the ground and this seemed to be the only hope at slowing you down and allowing your body to recuperate.

When it was time for her to go back to her own training, Alexia came over to grab her, stopping in front of the younger woman when she saw the current position she was in, flashing her a sympathetic look. “Oni, you stay with your girl, I’ll cover for you. It’s just a regular gym session so you can make it up another time. Let her sleep.”

She was shocked to hear her captain so willing to allow her to miss a gym session, just to let you keep sleeping, but Alexia knew how worried she had been about you, everyone did. It was all Ona had talked about for the last week- how you were exhausted and overworked and rarely sleeping more than a few hours. And Ona had been playing full 90’s lately so Alexia knew she could also afford the break to let her body recover alongside yours. “Thank you, Ale. Seriously, I owe you.”

“Don’t mention it. You could use the sleep too, so why don’t you both just use the afternoon to catch up. I’ll let the physios know about (y/n). They’ve been pushing more than anyone that she needs a break so they’ll be glad to know she finally has one.”

Ona gave her captain another nod, grateful for the understanding, before getting comfy alongside you so she could also get some shut-eye. Alexia turned down the volume of the TV and lowered the lights before bringing a throw blanket to throw on top of you both, quietly chuckling at Ona as she did so, “Let me just be a mom for a second, tuck you in and tell you sweet dreams.” The blonde placed a quick kiss on both of your foreheads before leaving the two of you alone, knowing just how badly both of you needed it.

It was hours later when you woke up on Ona’s lap, still on a couch at the Barca training facility. As your eyes slowly creeped open, you noticed how quiet the room was, as if there wasn’t a team member within a mile radius of you. You looked around some, a bit confused as to how you ended up in the position you did when you finally thought to check your watch- 5:47 PM.

You jolted up, startling Ona awake as you did so, confused as to how you could’ve slept through your entire afternoon. “Ona, what the hell?! You were supposed to wake me up! How did I just sleep through the entire afternoon, I was supposed to be working!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay I promise. Ale agreed we should let you sleep, the other physios were totally okay with it, she double checked and everything. It’s okay.” She watched the tension physically leave your body as you let out a sigh, partially relieved to hear that nobody would be mad at you for ignoring your work all afternoon, partially annoyed that your girlfriend forced you into taking a nap. It was hard to be mad at her though when you saw the way she looked at you, her eyes big and filled with concern.“You fell asleep right on my lap. It was cute. You’re adorable when you’re sleeping, you know that?”

You collapsed back into her arms for a hug, appreciative at her insistence to take care of you, even if you didn’t want to do it yourself. “Thank you, Oni. I love you, clearly I needed that.”

She held you close, rocking you gently before separating herself. “And I love you, mi cielo.” She pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, “why don’t we go home? Snuggle for real, not at work, and then get to bed?” You responded with a slight nod before allowing her to help you up, and go gather your things to drive you both home.

On the way home Ona made the executive decision to pick up some takeout so you could really just focus on relaxing together once you got home. When you arrived, you did just that. Your girlfriend wouldn’t let you lift a finger, fully insisting that she had to take care of you so you could wind down and take a break. She led you directly to your room, sitting you on the bed while she changed you from your work clothes and into an old sweatshirt of hers with some comfy shorts. The defender made sure you were fully settled on the couch in a pile of pillows and blankets with your food before she took a shower and got changed to join you.

In the time that she was away, you had dozed off again in the cocoon she had made you in the living room, only waking up when you heard her footsteps. “Sorry, were you sleeping? I didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep.” She sat down next to you, stroking your hair soothingly, knowing just how much it put you to sleep when she played with your hair.

“Why don’t we just go to bed instead? You can read or something but it might be easier if I’m just in bed already before I fall asleep again.” Your girlfriend gave you a nod before leading you into your bed, snuggling up next to you.

Once you had settled in bed, you were basically laying on top of her, her hands holding you tightly against her with your head on her chest, listening to her heartbeats. “Goodnight kiss before you fall asleep?” The brunette left a light tap on your back, getting your attention before you leaned up to fulfill her request, happy to oblige.

“Do you wanna hear about the dream I had last night?” Ona asked you quietly, knowing her voice would lull you to sleep if you let her keep talking. You did this anytime either of you struggled to fall asleep- talking softly, mostly nonsense about anything and everything while the other half-listened until eventually falling asleep. You gave her a somewhat excited nod, knowing that her voice was always exactly what you needed.

So there you were, while Ona went on and on about her latest dream and you drifted back into sleep, not processing any of your words. “So then I was going to-” she looked down, noticing how your breaths had slowed, “oh okay you’re already asleep, I’m just talking to myself now, cool.” The brunette breathed out a slight chuckle at the sight of you. “Buenas noches, mi cielo. Sweet dreams.” She pressed a long kiss to your hairline, thankful to finally see you at peace, for the first time in at least a week- completely at rest in your lover’s arms.

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 3 months

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Slight mentions of alcohol, cursing, mentions of cheating.

“Can I come in?”

He opened the door wider, a silent invitation to come in. Muttering a soft “thank you” as you ventured deeper into his living room, bringing up the sleeve of your shirt to wipe away a few lingering tears with a sniffle as you heard tone light click on the door closing, before Miguel clears his throat.

“You um… you okay?”

You don’t know what came over you when he asked those simple words, not being able to hold yourself back as all the emotions came flooding back at full speed. Barely able to completely get your sob out from your lips before you felt Miguel’s warm hand gently grab your wrist and pull you into a comforting embrace, one that made your heart jump to your throat for the first time in what felt like forever. Sinking your head into his shoulder, the white fabric of his shirt sleeve slowly becoming soaked with your tears, his muscular arms coming around your shoulders as one of his hands starts to stroke your hair.

“Hey… hey… what’s wrong?” His tone was so gentle, so soft, like the time your daughter scraped her knee and began to cry when you were both trying to teach Gabriella how to ride a bike without her training wheels.

You took in a sharp, yet shaky breath, your senses began to be invaded with the smell of Miguel’s cologne and the slight aftermath of his last few beers. It was oddly intoxicating, but you quickly pushed the thoughts aside as you let out the breath before speaking.

“Henry… he-I caught him-“ You couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud , the memory of you stumbling in on him on top of another woman still freshly burned into your memory.

Miguel didn’t have to hear the rest to know what that bastard did.

“I’ll kill him.” He hissed under his breath, his shoulders tensing as he went to go towards his front door to hunt that son of a bitch down and give him a lesson on what happens when he messes with his girl. Instantly stopping in his tracks when you melt into his touch, his angry quickly melting away.

“No, no fuck him. Just… can I stay here tonight? Please.” God he never imagined the day you’d ask that question again.

“Of course, anything for my baby mami.” He mumbled, his hand running up and down your bicep as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

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Part 5<

Part 6< [NSFW Mdni]

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barefoothighlander · 1 year

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ok but like gangbang with 141 x gn! or fem! reader...

alright i tried my best, this is literally porn with very minimal plot so. not proofread

warnings: mdni (18+), literally exactly what you expect, oral (fem+male rec), smut, dub con, unprotected pinv, anal fingering, overstimulation, creampie, so much touching, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, it’s a 5sum all bets are off, this is pure smut so read with caution, use of afab descriptors

You don’t know exactly how it started but Price had called the team into his office, you had just come back from a failed mission, you, Soap and Ghost were all meant to clear the building and retrieve your target while Price and Gaz provided aid from the heli, except your target got away. Luckily everyone made it out with barely a scratch, but it set the op back weeks now as you had no clue where your target had escaped to.

You anticipated getting a ear full from Price back on base, it had been your fault that the mission went sideways, you let off a shot too early, causing the enemy to track your position and reign fire while your group tried to push in, it hadn’t been your first mistake, but it would be your last.

You’re sitting in the office, nervously picking at the skin around your nails as the team files in, one by one. Price is sitting 5 feet from you, a lit cigar hanging from his lips as he waits for the men to settle in. You were already scared to be yelled at by your Captain but having him do it in front of the team made it astronomically worse, these were men you respected, you hoped they respected you.

“Simon lock the door”

Your heartbeat thrummed in your ears, was he going to kick you off the team?

“You’re a valuable asset to this team, but this mistake, you understand I have to punish you in some way”

“Yes Captain”

“Good” He stands from his chair nodding at Soap who moves forward and placed his arms on your shoulders, you stand up from your seat confused.

“You can say no at anytime” Soap says as he leans in and kisses you. He pulls back and you’re in awe, utterly baffled by the situation, you glance around the room, you’re cornered by the four men, and your heartbeat rises.

“Sargent, it’s your call” Price says to Soap and he nods, his hands moving down your form to i bottom your pants, your brain is a flurry of a thousand thoughts as he pulls them down, leaving you bare aside from your panties. His hands roam over your thighs before moving to cup at your sex, the feeling causes arousal to pool in your lower stomach.

Soap looks up at you from his spot on his knees before his fingers push your panties aside and he attaches his lips to your clit. You brave yourself back against the desk with your hand, his tongue working intricate circles over your bud, the sensation diluting your senses.

Soap wraps his arms behind your knees, pulling your body up slightly to rest you on the desk, allowing you to fall back, your back pressing against the wood as your fingers thread through his hair. You hear Price utter something to the men and you become painfully aware of your state, naked and vulnerable in front of your team, blush covers your cheeks as you make eye contact with Ghost who was braved against a wall.

Price circles your form, moving to stand at your head as his hand cups your jaw, you’re a mess of moans as Soaps fingers tease at your entrance.

“Just relax” Price says, reaching down to unbutton his pants and pulling out his hard length. You swallow thickly, his thick cock staring you down, his tip is leaking and all your thoughts converge on wanting to taste him. You stick your tongue out and he smirks, running the top along the muscle before pushing in, you open your jaw and allow him deeper, moaning around him.

Gaz and Ghost appear at your sides, Ghost scans your form before bringing his hands to grab at your shirt, tearing it from your body causing you to flinch from the cool breeze, he watches your breasts move as you writhe under Soaps tongue, his gloved hands moving to pinch at your hard nipples, eliciting a sigh from your chest.

Price is braced above you, one hand on your neck as he thrusts into your mouth, the room filling with the wet sounds from your mouth mixed with the gags he was forcing out of you, you’re struggling to breath, Soaps fingers pushing deeper into you, curling to hit your sweet spot as he sucks your clit into his mouth, Price pulls back from your throat allowing you a deep breath before your orgasm hits you suddenly, the men watch as to ur back arches, fingers gripping at the table as you ride out your high.

“Shit if I knew that’s what you sounded like I woulda done this sooner” Johnny says

You’re breathless, splayed out in the table like some sort of animal as the men’s eyes roam your form, they’re whispering to eachother as Gaz positions himself at the entrance, Price teases his cock at your mouth.

“Just gotta open you up a little” Price says, his cock pushing past your lips, you flatten your tongue against his shaft allowing him to thrust into your mouth. You swallow around him as Gaz inserts himself, the sudden intrusion making your eyes squeeze shut, you’re reaching for anything you can grab before you feel Ghost grab your hand, guiding it to his own cock. You moan at the feeling, your hand barely able to wrap around it nerves suddenly wracking your body as you think about taking him. He holds your hand to him, stroking it up and down his length as Soap watches you, your body glistens with a thin layer of sweat as Gaz continues fucking into you, securing a quick pace that has your legs wrapping around his waist. Price slows his thrusts, cooing in your ear before he buries himself deep in your throat, you choke around him as you feel your mouth fill with his hot seed, swallowing him before he removes himself.

“That’s a good girl”

You take a deep breath, the thrusts from Gaz making your hands clench on Ghost, a small grunt falling from his lips.

Soaps hands roam your body, his thumb settling on your clit as your hips twitch, you’re unraveling, your body putty in their hands. Your skin is rubbing against the hard desk, your neck digging into the corner before Prices hands move to hold your head,

“Doing so well Sargent”

He coos in your ear, his praise allowing you to relax, Ghost moves your hand to stroke his length, Gaz picks up his pace, the force making your body move slightly up and down, your breasts jumping with every thrust. Gaz is cursing as his pace becomes rabid, chasing his high, he bottoms out inside you and your pussy fills with his spend, the sensation making you curl your toes and you whimper as he pulls out.

Strong hands snake under your form, pulling your body up to turn you and place your chest flat against the table, your body spreading out as Soaps hands spread your thighs, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your ass causing you to flinch. His thumb teases at your virgin hole and your head falls forward, forehead coming into contact with the wood.

“Don’t worry lass, I won’t fuck your ass just yet”

He teases the head of his cock between your folds, causing you to clench around nothing before he pushes in, your slick coating him as the remnants of Gaz’s orgasm spill from your core. His cock is dragging against the ridges inside you, cashing moans to spill from your lips, quickly caught by Ghosts fingers as he pushes them into your mouth, you twirl your tongue around the digits sucking on them and he removes them with a pop, his spit soaked hand moving to stroke his cock in front of your face.

He watches your eyes widen as you finally catch a glimpse of him, smirking to himself, his massive member wracking your nerves. He cups your jaw, turning your head so your cheek is flush with the desk, his tip prodding at your lips. You part them letting him settle his cock between and he holds himself there, your tongue flicking over his leaking head.

You struggle to keep him in your mouth as your jaw opens, more gasps and moans slipping out as Soap pounds into you, your hips digging into the desk sure to leave bruises, his fingers got at your clit, correcting your slick before placing them over your asshole, teasing around the rim before pushing in past his first knuckle, the new sensation has you melting as he moves his fingers in tandem with his cock.

Soap is gripping your waist as he fucks deep into you, his top hitting your cervix with every thrust, burying himself to the hilt, his arms reach down and pull you up against him, your head falling to his shoulders as his arms snake around your waist.

Price sits on the desk in front of you, his eyes glued to your face as he watches you come apart, his hands moving down to circle your clit causing you to clench around Soap.

“That’s it baby, you wanna cum on his cock”

You nod

“Yeah? You wanna cum for all of us”

You look around, eyes glancing over the men before you sheepishly nod at Price,

“Then do it, cum for us”

You clench down on Soaps cock as he buried himself deep into you, filling you as you ride out your second high. He pulls from you and you fall forward, hands braced against Priced shoulders as he runs circles over your bare skin, the mixture of seed dribbling down your thighs.

Price barely gives you time to breath before inserting himself the intrusion making you sob into his neck, he holds you against him as he fucks up into you, a hand grabbing at your thigh to brave your leg on the desk allowing him deeper.

Your clinging to him, face buried in his shoulder as he drills you, your weight being held up by him as you lose your balance. His arm is around your waist, tugging your form down on him in time with his thrusts, he’s hitting impossibly deep inside you.

Gaz kneels behind your form, his hands moving to spread your ass to give the men a better view of where you and price meet as your juices coat his cock.

Wet sounds fill the room as Price continues fucking you until you can’t see straight, his punic hair grinding against your clit everytime he brings your body down, your hard nipples grazing against his rough shirt.

You turn your head and find Simons eyes, they’re glued to you, his face stoic under his mask as he strokes himself, the sight alone brings you back to the edge. You cum with a cry as Price keeps his pace, pounding into you, refusing to let you down.

His arms grip at your form, his knuckles almost white as he keeps you still, grunting as his orgasm overtakes him, he thrusts in a few more times fucking his spend deeper into you. You’re practically filled to the brim, begging for a break as he moves out from under you.

Ghost moves in front of you, the tip of his cock red, almost angry as he sits in Priced chair, legs parted. You whimper at the sight, slowly making your way to him, his hands find your hips as you settle on top of him, straddling his cock. You glide your folds over his length, shuddering when it hits your clit. His hands find your thighs, urging you up as he lines himself up with your core, you move down on him slowly, his size stretching you as you brave against his chest.

You were so weak and he was massive, you practically fainted against him, he fucked up into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to him in your fatigued state, once you adjusted he stood up, your legs still around him as he laid your back against the table, holding you there. Soap found your side, his cock situated beside your mouth, you lazily pry your lips allowing him in and he drags his length across your tongue.

Ghost holds your thighs to your chest, keeping you still as he fucks into you, the sensation of him making your brain cloud as your moans turn into pathetic meals and whimpers. He’s moulding you to him with every thrust as Soap pushes deeper into your throat.

“So fuckin pretty like this lass”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, your hair a mess sticking to your forehead as your skin glistens in a sheen of sweat. Soap braves himself over you, holding his cock deep in your throat before cumming, it pools in the back of your mouth, the salty taste mixing with the remnants of Price as you swallow every drop. He pulls from you with a heavy breath and you turn your attention to Ghost, your body is wrecked, your muscles weak as he forced you to take every inch of him, your head falls back as you let him use your body.

His pace is hard and rough, his cock filling every bit of your abused hole as he leans over you, hand gripping your jaw forcing you to look at him. You let out a whimper and he feels his abdomen tighten, his seed filling you to the brim as he comes down from his own high. He pulls from you, his fingers pushing the cum back into your weeping cunt as you clench around him.

You’re breathless, at their mercy as they tuck themselves back into their pants, your naked form splayed over the desk.

Soap finds himself back at your side with a glass of water, his arm braces against your frame holding you upright as Price kneels below you, helping you into your underwear so you don’t feel as vulnerable. Your breaths are heavy as you come to, your mind beginning to clear as your heartbeat settles.

“We clear now on why we don’t shoot early” Price asks

You nod meekly,

“Good, cause next time we won’t be as nice”

You swallow a thick gulp as the men leave the room, it reeks of sweat and sex as you dress yourself slowly, your knees wobbly as you brave against the wall, silently praying that no one heard what had just happened.

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And then I have one but idk which marauder to make it for so I’ll let you pick whoever you think it fits better. I have to take medicine for my OCD and anxiety but it’s embarrassing. So I’m like imagining who you pick staying the night with the reader and her skipping her medicine because she’s embarrassed but being off medicine messes you up. So clearly the reader would be alittle down and out of it so her friend asks her if she’s okay and if she took her medicine. Welllllll the marauder hears that and later that night when they are getting ready for bed he simply hands her a glass and asks her to take her medicine please and mentions how he wants all of her that includes the quirks, need for medicine, and need for comfort sometimes too.

I decided to make this part of the Sirius x Remus' roommate saga, hope that's alright! Thanks for requesting sweetheart <3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

cw: some symptoms of withdrawal, reader takes prescription meds

modern au

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

Apparently, even when Sirius gets you out of your flat for the weekend, Remus is still always in the middle of things.

“I can’t believe you got him to watch New Girl,” Remus complains over speakerphone as you make yourself a cup of tea. Sirius had offered to do it for you, but you’d brushed him off, and he’d been too busy secretly delighting in how comfortable you are in his flat to argue further. “James and I have been trying to get him to watch the first episode for years.”

“Mmm, you’ve got to start on season three to get people interested, then go back,” you tell him wisely. “I showed him my favorite episode, the one with…uh…”

You trail off, and Sirius looks at you over the top of the couch. There’s a dissatisfied pinch between your brows.

“The one with the spider?” Remus prompts knowingly.

“Right.” You blink a couple of times, refocusing on your mug as you pour hot water in over the teabag. “That one.”

“Well, the apartment is quiet without you, but I’m glad you’re having fun.”

Sirius’ mouth curls as he waits for your response. Though he sometimes still gets jealous of the easy intimacy between you as roommates, he’s come to enjoy the entertainment value of your banter with Remus. The apartment’s just as quiet with me, you’ll say, or You don’t even want to know what kind of fun we’re having.

But your gaze has gone distant, and after a few seconds, the reply doesn’t seem like it’s going to come.

Sirius feels worry snake around his ribcage, a light but noticeable pressure. A few hours ago, you’d complained of a headache, and ever since then you’ve seemed in an odd headspace. You’re quieter than you’ve ever been around him, you claimed not to feel like lunch, and he’s caught you stumbling or losing track of your thoughts on more than a couple occaisions. He’d asked once if you’d wanted to go home, but you’d promised you were fine and Sirius didn’t want to push the issue. He loves having you here, he really does, but he hopes it’s nothing about being in his home that’s making you seem so…off. He’d compromised by suggesting you show him that show you’re always referencing (Remus and James were right, it actually is pretty good) in the hopes that a few hours of relaxation would help restore you to yourself, but you don’t seem to be feeling better.

Even over the phone, Remus picks up on it too. “You alright?”

“Mm?” You blink. “Oh, yeah.” There’s a forced cheer to your voice, and Sirius watches as you roll your shoulders as if bracing yourself. “I’m just a little tired, I guess.”

Remus hums, the sound crackling through the speaker. “Did you take your medicine last night?”

You take him off speaker. Sirius turns when your eyes dart towards where he’s sitting on the couch, taking the coward’s way out on instinct and pretending he wasn’t paying attention.

“I’m fine,” you say quietly into the phone. Sirius can’t hear Remus well enough anymore to make out his response, but he recognizes the slow, coaxing inflection of his friend’s voice. Your own tone sharpens in contrast, though you sound heartbreakingly exhausted. “I’ve got it. Yep, thanks. See you tomorrow.”

You blow on your tea as you join Sirius on the couch, not a trace of apprehension about you. He extends his arm invitingly, and you slot underneath it like it’s home.

“I gather you two aren’t used to time apart,” he teases, trying to entice a smile from you.

It works, albeit only slightly. The curve of your lips is minute, but he’ll take it. “We’re both homebodies,” you say simply. “We’ve grown too used to being around each other.”

“His privilege and your curse,” Sirius laments, exaggerating his grunt when you elbow him in the ribs. “Fine, you’re both very lucky. I’m just glad I managed to snag you for one weekend.” When he aims a saccharine smile your way, he suspects you set your cheek on his shoulder as a ploy to hide your blush. It melts him regardless, like ice cream in the summertime. “Want to watch another episode, lovely girl?”

He frowns when all that gets out of you is a hum, rubbing your bicep as he presses play.

He manages to get some dinner into you by insisting you try takeaway from his favorite Thai place in the neighborhood, and you seem amenable to the idea of an early night, all but drooping over the sink as you brush your teeth.

Sirius will never admit it, but his heart is pounding as he takes a glass down from above the kitchen sink, filling it with water. He hopes this isn’t a massive overreach. This thing between you is still relatively new, and the last thing he wants is to make your first stay at his place awkward for either of you, but he cares about you. From what Sirius can tell, you’ve withdrawn into what seems like an unhappy place inside your head, and he can’t just leave you there by yourself.

He catches you just as you’re leaving the bathroom, passing you the glass of water as casually as he can, as if it's the most routine thing in the world, before taking your place at the sink. “Don’t forget your medicine,” he says softly, taking his toothbrush from beside yours in the cup.

For a moment, you’re quiet. Sirius squirts toothpaste onto his brush, trying his damndest not to look for your reaction in the mirror.

“You heard Remus on the phone.” It’s almost a whisper. Nowhere close to a question.

“I didn’t mean to,” Sirius apologizes, glancing up at your reflection. You’re looking distant again, your gaze fixed somewhere to the left of his face. “I’m sorry if I heard something you didn’t want me to, but it’s…did you forget?”

You take another long moment to reply. Sirius is careful to stay quiet, giving you space as you chew your lip, but when your eyes meet his in the mirror you look so crestfallen his heart nearly stops. “I didn’t forget,” you admit. “It’s just so embarrassing, I didn’t want you to know.”

He can’t stay still anymore. His toothpaste drops with a wet smack into the bowl of the sink when he sets his toothbrush on the rim, and he’s got your hands in his in a second. “Sweetheart, what do you mean?” He keeps ahold of one of your hands, letting his other one coast up your arm to your shoulder, where his thumb massages your collarbone familiarly. “It’s not embarrassing. It’s just, it’s something you need to be yourself. Like…my sparkly doc martens, you know? Or Remus’ chocolate hoards.”

Your laugh is brief, more a huffed exhale than anything, but Sirius grins at you nonetheless. His hand moves up to cup the back of your neck, thumb soothing over the edge of your jaw.

“You know what I really like about you?” he asks. You don’t look inclined to answer, but your left brow flicks up as if to say Go on. “Everything.”

You scoff, seeming lighter even as you pull away from grasp. “Shut up.”

“No, really,” he insists, vying for your hand back. “Getting to know you, it’s been amazing. Every new thing I learn is just something more to like.” You finally stop fighting him, eyes wary as he grips you by the shoulders, keeping you in place. “I want to learn everything there is to know about you, whenever you’ll let me. And I know I can’t expect it all at once,” he says, voice dropping into a more sincere register, “but I want all of it, including the parts you think—wrongly, I might add—are embarrassing.” He gives your upper arms a light squeeze. “Got that, pretty girl?”

A light blush colors your cheeks, and Sirius grins. You’re getting harder to fluster these days, but he delights in making it happen whenever he can. “Okay,” you say, still a tad sheepish for his liking. He plants a kiss on your cheek.

“Good. Now go get your meds. I don’t want you passing out during breakfast tomorrow because of withdrawal.”

“That’s not how it works,” you snipe, but he hears the rattle of pills as you dig through your overnight bag.

“Whatever,” he says breezily, picking up his toothbrush to put a new dollop of paste onto it. “I just can’t reckon with the idea that Remus still knows things about you I don’t. Shouldn’t I outrank him by now?”

“You’ve had roommates,” you tell him, coming back into the bathroom with the glass of water half empty. “You’re really going to tell me that they don’t know more about you than I do right now?”

Sirius makes a noncommittal, muffled sound, pointing to his toothpaste-filled mouth as excuse not to answer.

“Right,” you say drily. “Maybe we should call your pal Remus and see if he happens to recall.”

Sirius has never spit so fast in his life.

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This Week in BL - a shocking upset to the rankings

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Nov 2023 Wk 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) ep 5 of 8 - It remains absolutely delightful. We already knew this pair does boyfriends damn near perfectly. It’s a pleasure to watch them as a couple, coupling all over our screen. The relationship does feel a bit rushed but frankly I like the pacing, it’s kind of Korean style which makes sense considering the original IP.

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 1 of 10 - You know what this is? It’s FUN is what it is. I haven’t felt this way about a BL in a while. Sure is has an uneven story, fight sequences, pacing, and acting but still… yay! Billy is great, he very good at thirst. It’s a crime Lee Long Shi isn’t in this, but otherwise weeeeeeeeee!

(Also was that Bangsean I spotted?)

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 3 of 12 - The montage of them learning and training together was so stinking cute I can hardly contain myself. Plus a little language play? (Did you catch the added “na” on to thank you? Gah! So sweet.) Have mercy. I love the banter that these two can execute so smoothly. It reminds me the most of TayNew back in their Kiss days. Or Nanon & Ohm in Bad Buddy.

There’s this breezy casualness to friendships and long-term relationships that Asian BLs seem to find really hard to execute (I’m thinking about something like Hospital Playlist as the best example). It’s more a friend chemistry than a lover chemistry, although of course it can morph into that.

Anyway, I am waffling, but I’m loving this show. (The bit with the teacher made me cry.) I also really love how much actual Bangkok we’re getting from it for a change.

Finally... how much did @respectthepetty and I love the pink milk shirt moment? SO MUCH. Color theory, plot devise, fashion, food, and a trope reference all in one. Well done GMMTV! Very well done.

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 4 of 10 - I would like it if we got onto the BL section of this BL. Please and thank you.

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 2 of 14 - it's delightfully trashy, btu slightly less trashy than last week because they introduced AlanJeff who are my new babies of age gap delight and you cannot have them. THEY ARE MINE. Also Way. WAY IS MINE. Also, I decided to do a trash watch.

Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - It’s nice. It’s fine. Atmospheric and pretty and full of deserts. What’s not to love? Is it inspired? No. Definitely has an Antique Bakery (play it again, BL). But I do love food based cinema.

Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 3 of 8 - What’s annoying is that this could’ve been so good. It’s a poster child for squandered potential.

Absolute Zero (Weds iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - Because of the temporal paradox, and Thai BL not being all that great on narrative consistency anyway, this is a confusing piece as well as a painful one. Now Ongsa seems to be nothing more than a stalker who cries all the time.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 2 of 14(!) eps - This really feels like Thailand is trying to relive the gory days of Japan's pinks. I wasn’t into it then and I’m certainly not into it now. It’s a mess and weirdly mechanically not sexy. I’ll stay watching it but, like Only Friends, I don’t think I’m gonna warm to it. I just don’t like shows where there are no likable characters.

Also imma say it, so plug your assears. This is about as deep as a dildo can go. Which is to say, the size queens seem to be finding it more deep than the rest of us who are already bottoming out. Just make sure you're taking adequate lube prep with your psyches.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Friends Forever ep 14 of 24 - No thank you. 1/10

I've decided, for spreadsheet reasons, that each of these is going to be tracked as its own 2 part show.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

A Breeze of Love (Korea iQIYI) eps 5-6 of 8 - The shopping together scene was absolutely darling. But I’m getting a little frustrated not knowing exactly what happened in the past.

VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 1-2 of 10 - Of course it starts with the crash into me trope, oh Taiwan. It’s cute enough, I love the support cast, and it’s always nice to have something from my favorite tiny island on my dash.

You tell me: is it safe?

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) 6 eps - This one finished. It's an adaptation of Harada’s manga (which I did not like and dnf'd) about a clerk who nearly dies and ends up cohabitating with an angel. Thoughts? Is it sad? Is it meh? TELL ME!

It's Airing But...

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 1 of 10 - Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). He has dimples (My Ride) but I don't think even that gives me the will. You can tell me how this goes if you can find it.

SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 14 eps - I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all) even one featuring Singto and Fluke. I'm holding off. If told it's good, I'll binge.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk. Adapted from y-novel of the same name, directed by Tu (180 Degree) stars Jet (Why You… Y Me?). Giving me Luminous Solution vibes, so I'm waiting to binge if told it's safe.

Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed with ep one. Waiting to be told if I should bother.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

In case you missed it

I posted 20 BLs with the BEST Thirst! and decided to distinguish the different type son need in BL as follows:

Thirst wants to slide a hand under his waistband right tf now and grind.

Horny wants to rip his clothes off, and probably pop buttons and laugh about it.

Yearning wants to run both hands up his back while they kiss deeply.

Hunger wants to lift him by the ass and slam him against the wall.

Next Week Looks Like This

(Today) 11/26 Cooking Crush (Sun YT) 1 of 12 - OffGun are back, trailer here. Adapted from the novel “Love Course! เสื้อกาวน์รุกเสื้อกุ๊กรับ” by iJune4S this is about Prem who runs a not-so-popular restaurant with 2 friends. About to go on a cooking competition with a huge reward, Prem gets involved with Ten, a stressed-out med student who wants Prem to teach him to cook.

11/30 For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 1 of 10 - high heat trailer From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night (please no) based on a y-novel, man nursing a heartbreak has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. It looks terribly trashy so I'm in!

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Look at how gd cute they are!

Ah yes... (both Last Twilight)

We stan a supportive bestie/brother (orphans together? - not sure on the backstory)

It is a rule universally aknowledged that an cutie in a baceball cap must get his brim tweaked. (all from The Sign)

Way is the best.

I kinda love the BTS for Pit Babe.

(Last week)

#this week in bl #bl updates #bl review #My Dear Gangster Oppa #thai bl #the sign the series #Last Twilight #gmmtv #JimmySea #TayNew #ohmnanon #One Room Angel #japanese bl #pit babe the series #Twins the series #playboyy the series

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I was reading your "Silly little headcannons" and saw that you said that Barbatos "Will cradle MC like a little baby when he is stressed or just missed them." Which, for one, is so adorable I love that so much!!! If you haven't already, if you could just do a short fluffy fic with that scenario I would be delighted! 🥰 Thank you very much for hearing me out!

Hold Me Close to Your Heart

Genre: Fluff

Character: Barbatos

MC: gender neutral they/them

Type: Oneshot

A/N I wanted to post this way sooner than this but exams are sadly occupying a lot of my time right now.

Barbatos was not having a good day. So far it had actually been nothing but awful.

It started with one of the Little. Ds breaking an expensive vase. Then it turned out that the spices Barbatos had ordered would be delayed. On top of that, someone had decided to eat all the treats for an upcoming meeting. To make it all worse they were all out of sugar because a Little. D dropped the container with it. The sugar was all over the floor which meant that not only did Barbatos need to head out and buy new sugar he also had to clean the entire kitchen floor.

His shopping trip was also awful.

For some reason, the entire Devildom had decided that they needed to go grocery shopping that day. The checkout line was stupidly wrong and there were at least 5 demons who tried to skip the line. When Barbatos finally got out of the store it started to rain and because of all the bags, he was crying he couldn’t hold an umbrella resulting in him coming home soaking wet.

But the worst thing had to be what happened at the castle while he was away.

Solomon had somehow managed to get into the castle's kitchen and decided to cook one of his abominations. Making yet another mess for Barbatos to clean up.

It was safe to say that Barbatos was feeling just a little bit stressed. But the stoic demon of course did not show it. Not even a slightly furrowed eyebrow could be seen on his face. But on the inside, he was screaming bloody murder. Sadly, he could not do much else than clean the mess, change his clothes and continue fulfilling his duties.

Evening came and so did more trouble. The universe just did not want Barbatos to have it easy.

A tired sigh escaped his lips as he placed the last fork in the drawer where it belonged. He was more than happy with the day coming to an end. Barbatos rubbed his temples, turned off the lights and walked out of the kitchen. As Barbatos made his way through the many halls of the castle he came across his Young Master.

"Good evening Young Master.”

“Good evening Barbatos it seems like you have a guest waiting at the pavilion.”

That was strange, he was not exciting anyone, but Barbatos made his way to the garden where the pavilion was, nonetheless. The halls were eerily quiet and the only sound you could hear was the quiet clicks of Barbatos’ shoes. As he reached the garden, he could not help but wonder who this so-called guest was. Had he really forgotten something so important as a guest visiting? Surely that could not be true.

Arriving at the pavilion Barbatos stopped dead in his tracks as he saw someone he did not expect. Sitting there was MC. No wonder he could not recall having gusts, MC had never said they were going to be here.

“Surprise,” MC said sheepishly, not quite sure how to interpret Barbatos.

“Uhm… Luke and I made too many cookies, so I thought I would drop by and give some to you and Diavolo. When I arrived Diavolo grabbed a bunch of cookies for himself and then told me to wait here,” MC explained, gesturing towards the box of decorated cookies beside them.

Barbatos quietly walked over to MC and sat down beside them.

“Hope I didn’t arrive at a bad time. I can leave if it is,” MC spoke, still unsure of what Barbatos’ actions meant.

Barbatos did not say anything, instead, he just pulled Mc onto his lap and warped his arms around them holding them close to his chest.

"Barbatos?”

“My apologies. That was unbecoming of me to do,” Barbatos responded, starting to let go of MC.

“It’s okay.”

After hearing that Barbatos tightened his grip, he pulled MC closer to his chest. Nothing in the 3 realms could make him let go of them now. This was all he needed right now. Everything else was unimportant; the only thing that mattered was MC. Barbatos removed his gloves so he could enjoy the warm feeling of MC’s skin better. There was something so comforting about the warmth of a human. Sure, some demons were warmer than a volcano but the earth from a human was special. Even when Mc was cold their body still emitted a certain warmth. Maybe that warmth was just the feeling of comfort that spread through Barbatos’ body whenever he got to hold MC.

A small evening breeze travelled through Barbatos’ hair making MC tuck a few stray strands behind his ear. It was strange Barbatos always made sure to keep his composure yet when it was just him and MC, he lost it. The face that usually only wore a service smile or a neutral expression was now filled with our adoration and joy. The eyes that were usually cold and calculating were now looking ever so gently at MC like they were the most prized jewel in all of the 3 realms.

How Barbatos had longed for this moment. Always thinking of how nice it would be to simply wrap his arms around MC and hold them close. After having such an awful day there really was nothing better than that.

Looking at MC he noticed how their eyes were beginning to close and before Barbtost knew it Mc had drifted off to sleep in his arms. Barbtos did not mind at all. It meant they felt comfortable enough in his arms to lower their guard.

“Sleep tight, you are safe in my arms.”

#obey me gn!reader #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me writing #obey me oneshot #obey me barbatos #obey me gn!mc #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me requests

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2024 Miami Grand Prix Race Analysis

My analysis of the Miami 2024 Grand Prix. There is a lot to cover so let’s not waste time with introductions.

Table of Contents Race Start Ferrari -Charles -Carlos: His race + Oscar -Data Analysis Mclaren -Lando: Safety Car -Oscar -Data Analysis VCARB Red Bull Mercedes -Lewis Haas -Kevin Williams -Alex -Logan: DNF Final Thoughts

Race Start

We finally have a spicy turn 1 (really a race start) incident to talk about! I have to start with this because this did set the stage for the entire first stint of the race, and really the second half as well because of Oscar’s placement.

At the very start of the race Checo barreled forward basically trying to cut ahead of both Ferraris. He went way too fast and almost hit Max going into turn 1.

It’s actually just impressive that he didn’t hit anyone and that Charles and Carlos didn’t have a crash either with each other or with Checo. Checo dropped from P4 down to P5 with that maneuver.

He was way too ambitious with this start. Obviously he had to come out aggressive and the ultimate goal would be to get ahead of both Ferraris, but trying to jump them both? Way too much all at once and that is what cost him. He should have stuck with simply trying to pass Carlos, then he’d have been able to work on catching Charles. But instead he overshot, lost places and Oscar was the one who benefited greatly from it, jumping from P6 to P3.

So Oscar was the main winner of the whole situation, and the two drivers who lost places were Checo and Carlos.

There are two main reasons this wasn’t penalized. 1. It was the race start and turn 1 and the stewards are always more lenient with first lap messes like this. 2. It didn’t cause a collision. If a collision had occurred Checo would have been at fault, but everyone was very lucky, so no penalty.

With the stage set let's dig in to what went down with all the teams.

Ferrari

Charles

Charles had a very impressive weekend. After missing all of free practice due to spinning out(due to losing traction on a turn) he then went straight into sprint qualifying and pulled off P2 which he held in the sprint. He then qualified P2 again in the race and finished P3. All of this without having any free practice to get his setup optimized for the track. This really speaks to the SF-24 base being reliable as well as Charles’ overall skills on track.

He actually had a very clean race all things considered. His pace was not as strong as Oscar so he lost that place pretty early in the race and dropped to P3 behind Oscar and Max and he kept that place for the rest of the race. He pit early because the medium tyre was good on the SF-24 this weekend. They pit Charles early to undercut Oscar(which they did, and that was needed as Oscar was faster on the mediums) After that his hard tyre management was insanely good, He finished in the top 3 with the oldest set of hard tyres. He was able to keep pace with Max on tyres that were 4 laps older. And considering this is still the base SF-24 while the RB20 has already been upgraded is a really strong showing from the car itself.

Overall a very strong weekend from Charles and the SF-24 again showing that the Ferrari base is strong.

More on his race performance in the data section.

Carlos

Carlos qualified P3, finished the race in P4 and was dropped down to P5 after he was given a 5 second penalty for making contact with Oscar. Obviously this was his worst result so far this year, it isn’t 100% his fault, the race order changed in such a way that was not in his favor and there wasn’t much he could have done there. So the loss of one place was not his direct fault, just unlucky. The other palace due to the penalty that was at least in part his fault and I will get into that more in the section going over his battle with Oscar.

So after we saw qualifying results I said that the best strategy for Ferrari was for Charles to attack Max and Carlos to defend against Checo who was behind him in P4. Well Checo made that impossible with the race opening. Not much Carlos or anyone could have done about that, so it would have been a good strategy but Checo had other plans. Cannot fault him for that, good thing he was able to get out of the way to avoid a collision. I am suspecting Checo was super aggressive to try to counter that potential Ferrari strategy. But yeah Carlos couldn’t have done anything to stop Checo from doing that.

But also this is to say that right out of the beginning of the race Carlos was set up for a very different race than I think he was anticipating. I’m sure that defending against Checo was probably what Ferrari had prepared him for, but that race opening really changed the order and altered his strategy for the rest of the race.

I’ll just briefly mention Carlos’ radio message near the beginning when he came up behind Charles. He said he felt like he had the better pace, and Ferrari didn’t give any orders. This is mostly just talking. And I think it’s also fine for a team to just let it be. If he had better pace he’d be able to get ahead. He didn't, thus it wasn’t an issue. I feel like any team staying silent when a driver says something like this is like “okay you have better pace prove it” and we saw how that went. He and Charles were very close on pace with fresh tyres. But the difference became clear as the tyres aged. Charles stayed ahead and Carlos steadily dropped off. I don’t think it’s a big deal, normal for a driver to say they have better pace, normal to ignore it unless it’s actually true.

I don’t really care about radio messages unless they actually lead to something changing about a race. Driver’s talk all the time, only if it leads to results does it really matter so I don’t think any of it is worth covering.

Carlos VS Oscar

I am going to ask both Carlos and Oscar fans to take a deep breath going into this section.

One of the main battles on track this race was between Oscar and Carlos for P4. Oscar gained track position pretty early in the race when Checo did that crazy move in turn 1. He was able to jump up to P2 and passed Max in the pits to take P1 for a while.

He lost the positions in the pits and then the safety car for Logan made it odd to try to regain, which put him one place ahead of Carlos. Then Carlos overtook and got behind Oscar. This is when the battle began and where trouble cropped up.

Oscar and Carlos were pretty much matched on pace. Carlos was slightly more consistent in pace, but they were very close. Which is what made this a tight battle. It’s what allowed Carlos to catch up to Oscar and what made Oscar able to defend.

So this was always going to be messy. And it did in fact get messy.

I think that most of what happened between Oscar and Carlos falls under the "good hard racing" category. I think there is an argument to be made that neither were deserving of a penalty. But if you want insight into why the stewards made the calls they did then this is it.

First I will cover the move that Carlos was handed a penalty for by the stewards. On lap 39 turn 17 Carlos missed the apex, braking late which caused him to slightly lose the rears of the car. This resulted in his tyres hitting Oscar’s front wing. This was not something Carlos could have done intentionally, and was instead a result of slight loss of control of the car. He didn’t do it on purpose; it was a result of driver error on his part. So yes he was at fault but it was not due to him intentionally trying to cause Oscar damage.

Going into the turn Oscar has the outside line, Carlos has the inside, Carlos is slightly ahead here just so we are clear.

They start the turn, there is space between them. However this is where Carlos started to turn a little too late.

And here is where the contact came. Carlos broke too late and when he needed to take the apex he missed, slowing too quickly caused him to lose the rears slightly, and thus he turned into Oscar's rear wing. Oscar was driving under the assumption that Carlos had not misjudged the apex and that he would keep control. So there wasn't anything Oscar could have done. But also I want to highlight that this isn't a move that could have been done on purpose. It was an error on Carlos' part yes, but it was not intentional.

I would also argue that Oscar turned in too sharply, or didn’t react in time to Carlos’ error on the apex. Had he not been so close he wouldn’t have been hit. I think this is the reason the stewards only gave a partial penalty to Carlos. I do agree that Oscar was too close. But he ultimately isn’t at fault.

I think this looked worse than it is because both drivers were racing very hard against each other up until this point so it’s easy to believe that one or both did something intentional. I think it was a result of them battling closely and slight error on Carlos’ part.

Causing contact is deserving of a penalty.

Now let’s look at the incident where Oscar forced Carlos off the track. Going into the turn Oscar came up the inside and pushed Carlos out and Carlos ended up with all 4 wheels off the track. However there is nuance here so let’s take a look at the footage.

Going into the turn Carlos has the clear outside line, Oscar has the inside. Oscar is ahead.

This is where the beginning of trouble started. Oscar still clearly has the inside line. Carlos has plenty of room on the outside, but he turned in more.

And then continue to turn in to squeeze Oscar giving him nowhere to go is why Oscar had to fight back and push Carlos out. The fact they didn't have damage here is impressive really.

But Oscar was on his line, he was ahead had the inside line and defended it. Carlos ran wide as a result of this defense. Oscar did not push him all the way off the track just because.

Both of these are hard racing moves and I think that because they both were very pushy with each other was the reason no penalty was given to Oscar.

Personally I am on the fence about whether this is deserving of a penalty on Oscar’s part. He did force Carlos completely off the track. He had the inside line and he’s allowed to protect it, but was this too far? It falls in a gray area for me. I think that Carlos closing him off in that turn didn’t give him much choice so I am not going to be too mad no penalty was given. But I can see why someone would make a different call as well.

Now I think this is a penalty that could be debated. However, regardless of the actual penalty, what I do not love is the half measure from the stewards, reducing Carlos' penalty down to five seconds when the new rules say this kind of thing should be 10 seconds. Is he at fault or not? It should be a 10 second penalty or no penalty, I don’t like this very situational precedent this is setting. As a Ferrari fan I am biased toward no penalty. But I think we can all agree that this was an odd choice and doesn’t inspire any confidence in the stewards’ decision here(not that they had much good faith to begin with)

I read their reasoning and I don’t think it’s strong enough to warrant splitting the time. If Carlos is at fault(and based on their decision in their eyes he is) then it should be a 10 second penalty.

My hope is that this kind of ruling does not come up again in future races.

I want to quickly dispel some narratives forming around this battle between them.

“Carlos ruined Oscar’s race, he admitted it!”: Yes and no. Was Carlos responsible for Oscar’s damage and him dropping all those places? Yes. But did he do it on purpose? No. Carlos is notoriously unreliable in interviews. I have no idea why he thought it was a better look to imply he did it on purpose than to say he made a mistake in the turn and lost the rear slightly. So no he did not intentionally turn into Oscar with his rear tyres to cause Oscar damage. “Oscar should have got a penalty”: There is a case to be made for that. I am not the stewards so I can’t change that. They decided not to give a penalty. You really have to take it up with the FIA as it’s not Oscar’s fault he didn’t get a penalty. It’s certainly a fringe case with arguments for the case for a penalty on both sides.

As far as Carlos overall race goes he was quite fast(in the race), he was competitive against the other fastest car and again he was just showing how strong that SF-24 base is. He was able to fight with Oscar who was faster and in an upgraded car. So even though his race looked messy there was a lot of promise there and he showed again that the SF-24 is doing good things for both our Ferrari drivers. I was impressed to see him keeping up on pace like that.

Data Analysis

I have a lot of comparisons to make as far as both Ferraris go. There were a lot of interesting on track battles in terms of pace and tyre management. All looks really promising for Ferrari.

First a quick look at Oscar’s fastest lap Vs Carlos.

Very close. They were essentially matched on pace in the first two sectors. Where Carlos lost the time to Oscar was on the low speed corners in sector 3. This has been an area where the SF-24 has been underperforming, so this isn’t a surprise. But this mainly shows why the battle between them went on as long as it did, and also why things came to a head on those low speed corners. That is where Oscar had the edge on pace and is also a place for overtaking. So Carlos had to push more and Oscar obviously was still able to stay within striking range.

The main battle for Charles in this race was against Max. And pace-wise he was matching him. The reason that Charles didn’t close the gap further was because he had some bad laps and Max was slightly more consistent in his second stint lap time wise. Overall pace was practically identical to Max in the RB-20 which is what we want to see, especially since Red Bull has already upgraded Max’s car and the SF-24 is still the base.

Here is Charles full race pace against Max. This is the closest they have been all year. Very promising to see. Especially on the hards. Charles was on older hards but still beating Max on pace.

It is worth noting that Max was not 100% comfortable in the car so he was not in top form this weekend, but that just shows that the RB20 is not infallible, the operating window for the car seems narrower, and Max also isn’t perfect.

Overall Charles was stronger consistently and that put him ahead of Max in performance on many laps. If Max hadn't had track position he likely would not have been able to catch Charles.

Now here is a look at the race pace for the top 3.

The top 3 very very close in pace, like the difference is negligible, especially considering Max and Charles were on slightly older tyres (and Max had some slight damage due to the cone) but this is very close and means very good things for Ferrari as it’s the only car here that has yet to bring any upgrades. If upgrades bring what Ferrari expects then Red Bull and Mclaren should be nervous.

Here is a fastest lap comparison for the top 3. Lando had the fastest lap of the three, but the difference between him and Charles was by one tenth, and Charles set his fastest lap on significantly older tyres. Max was the furthest off by 3 tenths to Lando and 2 tenths to Charles.

The reason Max was ahead of Charles was because of track position. Charles was faster, but the pace difference wasn’t enough for him to catch Max for the overtake. But this is a good sign for when Charles does have track position over Max. And again that is against the upgraded Mclaren. The SF-24 is such a solid base.

Also let’s look at Carlos against all of the top 3 as well. He actually had the fastest lap of this grouping(fastest lap of the race was Oscar) He was faster than Lando by a few hundredths which is close, but he was faster. One thing to really highlight between Carlos and Lando is that the only points where Lando is faster is those low speed corners. Something the SF-24 must address to catch Mclaren in the future. But also notice how those same low speed corners are where Charles was better compared to Carlos as well.

And finally adding Oscar for the full Ferrari to Mclaren comparison as well as Max.

Oscar really did have a great lap, and it was on those fresh medium tyres which is why his time is faster by 3 tenths than the others. While the other four were on older tyres for their best laps. However the most interesting thing to note is how Ferrari and Mclaren are extremely close. The overlap is everywhere and the gap is so fine. The car who is the odd one out is the Red Bull and that’s very promising for the rest of the season as far as Ferrari is concerned. The highlight here is that Ferrari and Mclaren were the fastest cars this weekend and it was close, way closer than the race results might suggest.

Now let's talk about tyres. Charles finished his race on 38 lap old hards. The oldest of the other top 4 drivers.

Here is the first stint pace on the medium tyres for the race. This is when the tyres were most subject to the same conditions and you can see the pace that was the most similar was Charles and Max. Not only that but they were the two drivers reducing their laps times, instead of steadily increasing. This is where you can see why Carlos fell away behind Charles, and also why Lando was not making much headway in catching Checo.

Charles had improved by roughly 7 tenths to a full second of pace by the time he pit. Max stayed on pace similar to Lando. So again we see Charles pulling off negative tyre deg(minimal but still noteworthy) compared to his direct competition as well as his teammate. Lando's laps were very consistent, that obviously came up in the second half of the race. Carlos pushed hard but dropped off on pace(as we'd expect to see with normal deg) He really pushed but he'd already lost the time to Charles in the middle of the stint and wasn't able to gain it back. Still one of the better tyre performances we've seen from Carlos as well. The fact that both Ferraris are the strongest here is again due to the SF-24 and the way the car treats the tyres.

The main reason Ferrari pit Charles after this was to try to undercut Oscar, it was not due to a drop off in the tyre performance. Since he was pushing I don't think they'd have lasted as long as we've seen in the past from Charles, but there was more in them. The pit was strategic not due to a loss of pace on Charles' part.

It was not possible to really correct for the mess that was the safety car and to correct for the age of the tyres. At least not in a way I was satisfied with. Each of the top 4 drivers were in different places when it came to those hards. The best comparison is to Max and Charles was beating him on pace in older hards(see Charles vs Max race pace graph above). And Charles was pushing in those tyres so he wasn't even driving 100% to preserve them, because of the safety car Ferrari had to balance pushing to keep ahead and also to save the tyres. Charles pulled this off beautifully. Taking this stint on the hards from the race re-start on lap 33 after the yellow flag.

I will show the raw data for the top three to see the over all tyre deg but I wanted to make sure that everyone considers context. I did not include Carlos here because he was battling Oscar so his times are going to reflect that more than his tyre management.

The thing to note is Charles lap consistency has not fallen off, even when compared to the other two top drivers, especially Lando who was on 10 lap newer tyres. Charles final lap was off Lando by one tenth. You would not know he was on tyres that were 10 laps older. An insane showing in terms of tyre management from him yet again. So far in 2024 I can say with confidence that Charles has been the best in tyre management. The SF-24 has been amazing in this area and that ability in the car is only highlighted when Charles is behind the wheel.

Overall this race showed just how strong the SF-24 base is yet again, it was able to keep up with both Max in the RB20 and the Mclarens which had brought big upgrades to this race. Both Carlos and Charles were competitive against the fastest cars and this is very promising for what the SF-24 is set up to do once it is upgraded. Overall Ferrari was the second fastest car this weekend and that was by a very fine margin. Exciting things for both Ferrari drivers and for the car base itself.

Not Ferrari’s strongest weekend obviously, but the data gathered gives a lot of valuable insight, and also both driver’s secured placements to keep Ferrari in a comfortable P2 in the standings, and for Charles to be P3 in the WDC behind the Red Bulls.

Mclaren

Before we get to the Mclaren section I would like to remind you dear reader that this is a Ferrari blog, my bias is very clear, do not expect me to celebrate a Mclaren victory. I will analyze the facts fairly, but do not come at me for not being excited or hyping things up. I am not the person for that. Our teams have a long standing rivalry and I have made my place in that rivalry very clear.

With all that being said let’s talk about Mclaren.

Lando

Lando Norris won his first grand prix after taking the lead of the race as a result of a safety car deployment on lap 28. He started P6 and finished P1.

Now this win was due to a few factors. First Lando had the fastest pace of the race(on the hard tyres), and second he was the only driver who benefited from that safety car. He was ahead of the pack and on newer tyres compared to every competitive car behind him(Max, Charles, Carlos, Oscar). He drove well and his pace was fastest by a fine margin, but we have to account for the fact that a good amount of luck put him at the front of the field.

He was behind Checo in P6 having made no places up in the race, then Checo pit, and Carlos and Charles pit, then Max pit, and Oscar pit the lap before him. He gained every place through the pits. Then on lap 28 the safety car was deployed in front of every car behind him. Since he pit lap 27 he effectively got the benefit of a safety car pit which can see gains of 5 - 7 seconds, and if we look at the margin he ended up winning the race by this is reflected, yes his pace was better but it wasn’t create a magical 7 second gap better. In fact due to that lucky pit timing he got the benefit of a full safety car pit without having to serve the time in the pits. Not his fault he was lucky, but that does account for his placement and the gap he finished with, has nothing to do with pace.

This win was mostly on the fact that he was insanely lucky both on the timing of his pit, and the timing and placement of the safety car. He didn’t take any of those positions. And I am fairly confident that had that safety car not been deployed at that time he wouldn’t have. He may have come in P3 but he was not on track to be able to overtake all of those cars in front, even with faster pace. The only thing that can be really said skill wise for this drive was he did have the fastest pace(the second stint is due to the fact he was on much newer tyres than the two cars behind) and that he didn’t crash or spin out after he was given the lead of the race. A win is a win but this was mostly due to an insane amount of luck that has nothing to do with the actual race craft. He was on fresher tyres so of course he got a better start at the race restart. It’s not as hard to defend against a car that has been damaged and two cars on older tyres.

I would have liked to get to see how he fared trying to overtake Max, but maybe we will see that in a future race. I also am sure he wouldn’t have been able to overtake Charles. Lando was also faster in Australia, by a similar margin in fact, and he wasn’t able to catch Charles, let alone pass him. So to assume just because he had the slightly faster pace that he would have won without that insane luck is very misguided.

Without the safety car I am not convinced he would have won or even been on the podium(but speculating isn’t really too helpful there is no way to be sure) I will note that since Max was struggling more for grip and thus pace this weekend I actually think that had the safety car not occurred the P1 battle might have been Piastri vs Leclerc. Because guess what, being the fastest car does not automatically mean you win the race, yes he was fastest but he was stuck behind Checo for 17 laps and made no progress overtaking. So that speed wasn’t really doing anything for him back there(of course he was subject to dirty air) but if he couldn’t overtake Checo the second Red Bull it is reasonable to assume he was not going to be able to overtake Max. We know with a similar pace match up he couldn’t take Charles either. If the safety car hadn’t happened there Oscar would have had the leading Mclaren position, and we did see that he can pass Charles, and he would have had a better chance against Max. I entertain this just to highlight that the speed can be there all it wants but the race craft skill was not there this weekend and it certainly did not play a significant role in the win.

But again it’s impossible to say. Speculating is only so productive. However I think it is interesting to see how things might have played out taking the need to overtake into account.

The positioning was due to the safety car. The reason he stayed in P1 was because he could keep the gap to Max(who was on older tyres) and Charles(who was on even older tyres) His pace was faster, but by on average of 2-hundredths of a second to Max and Charles. That is not really enough for him to have won the race without gaining that P1 position with the safety car. And that pace gap does not explain why he finished with a 7 second gap, that was the safety car.

And here’s the thing, wins happen like this. He absolutely had the winning pace but that was due to being in P1 due to the safety car(he would not have been there otherwise) and thus he had newer tyres than the cars directly behind him, which on this track in the heat was a big advantage. A win is a win so putting it all in context should not be an issue. We aren’t here to celebrate, we are here to see what happened.

Winning a race usually does have some elements of luck, being able to pull off a win is being able to take advantage of that luck when it happens. That’s what happened with Lando. He got very lucky with some elements of the race and was able to drive to take full advantage of that.

All in all an interesting race for Mclaren.

Oscar

I already covered Oscar’s battle and contact with Carlos in the Ferrari section. So this is just going to cover the other elements of his race this weekend.

Tyre deg has been Oscar’s main weakness when it comes to overall pace in his driving. This weekend he was driving pretty hard and still managed to have good speed which means he’s improved and also the car has probably improved to account for that as well.

He set the fastest lap from P19 which was pretty entertaining to see. The reason he was able to do this was due to the fact he had to pit for a new nose after the contact with Carlos damaged his front wing. He got fresh medium tyres and was able to really set a good fast lap. He also set it without DRS so that speaks to his speed this weekend(and looks promising as far as the car upgrades he did have go).

The fact that the damage he took happened so late in the race meant he just didn’t have the time to climb the field. He made up some places but there just wasn’t enough time. Had this happened earlier I have no doubt he would have finished in the top 10.

Oscar raced well and his speed was very good, he was very unlucky that the damage to his car required a pit at a very bad time in the race.

Even though this result is obviously disappointing, I do think it showed what Oscar can do, and we are going to see a lot more battles and speed from him in future races.

I will finish this section with the fact that to me the most impressive bit of driving from a Mclaren driver all weekend was Oscar managing to take full advantage of the chaos Checo caused in turn 1 at the race start and jumping up 2 places. Like he saw the line and took it. As far as actually racing against other cars goes in a Mclaren, Oscar has been showing to be stronger in this area. He overtook Charles and that is impressive. If Max hadn’t pitted when he did we might have gotten to see if Oscar was able to take him as well. Lando had the pace(by a small margin to Oscar only on the hards, Oscar's pace on mediums was better than Lando), but I think Oscar is winning in terms of managing his on track battles. The data for Oscar is also skewed because he was stuck fighting with Carlos and then took damage so the statistics of his pace show him being much slower than Lando, when on that first stint Oscar was faster. Without the bad luck on his part I think he would have finished ahead of Lando in the race.

Data Analysis

So I first want to do a teammate comparison. It is of course important to note that Lando had the full Mclaren upgrade package and Oscar only had half. How that really affected their results is still hard to say.

But here is their race pace. I really think we can only compare the first stint on the mediums, because after Oscar’s battle with Carlos hindered him, and after he took damage his pace was really not going to be its best.

That first stint Oscar is actually consistently faster on pace until around lap 18 when Lando passes him in that department. I think this comes down to tyre management. Lando is better than Oscar in that area, but pace wise Oscar had it on the mediums for the race start, and he was showing it with the passes he was making.

The takeaway for me is two-fold. The Mclaren upgrades have added speed. And that I think a head to head of Lando vs Oscar in the right conditions Oscar may have the edge. If he continues to work on his tyre management we may see him pass Lando on pace altogether. Remains to be seen. But overall this is very close for both of them, so they were both getting a lot of good performance out of that car this weekend.

Here is a comparison of their fastest lap.

I want to note that Oscar set this after getting a fresh set of mediums after he took front wing damage. He still showed that he was the strongest I think in all of sector 3 all race. That is where the Mclaren car was beating the Ferraris and the Red Bulls, and that is also where Oscar was outperforming Lando. Lando was on much older tyres, so he didn’t have as good of a chance to be able to set a really clean lap this race. But I think that before Oscar was dealing with Carlos and was damaged he was still faster so I think he still would have set a faster lap to Lando in equal conditions this race.

VCARB

Probably VCARB’s best weekend overall as a team. With Danny bringing in his first points of the season coming in P4 during the sprint and Yuki coming in P7 in the race they got a good chunk of points for the team. And in the midfield that means a lot. They have really cemented themselves as the top of the midfield by a pretty good margin.

Danny of course got the best result we’ve seen so far, with that P4 in the sprint, he defended against Carlos in a Ferrari the entire race and scored his first points of the season.

Now he started P20 in the race because he had to serve a 3 place starting grid penalty from China. He qualified P18. So you might be wondering why Danny was seemingly on fire for the sprint and sprint qualifying but then seemed to be slow again in the race qualifying. The answer is that changing a car from sprint set up to race setup can be pretty big and if they don’t get it right it can be costly. We saw the same thing with Lewis in China, P2 in the sprint and then back to the middle of the pack during the race.

Were it not for that grid penalty he likely would have finished the race just outside the points. Danny started P20 and finished P15 so he did make up some good places.

Yuki had a good weekend, coming in P8 in the sprint and getting that single point and then P7 in the race with another 6 points, he is still very much the more consistent of the two drivers in the VCARB car as far as bringing in the points goes. Like he is now in P10 in the driver standings with 14 points, behind Lewis Hamilton who is in 9th with 27 points.

All in all a good weekend for VCARB and I must say they did have the nicest looking car on the grid as well.

Red Bull

This was Max’s worst actual race so far this year. In Australia he had to DNF due to a mechanical failure, nothing to do with his driving. Here he for sure made some mistakes. Some of that was due to car setup, and some of that was some error on his part. Either way it’s his weakest performance since Singapore 2023. Still to say this and have him still be in P2 and P1 in the sprint shows just how strong of a driver he is.

What cost him the most was when he didn’t have grip going into turn 16, cut the corner and took out the bollard cone. This cost him time, and some slight floor damage. Due to an error, as well as the lack of grip the RB-20 was struggling with all weekend. I think he’d have been a little faster were it not for this damage.

To come in P2 as a weak showing with a car that was clearly not setup well all weekend just shows how fast the RB-20 is and also speaks to Max's skill as a driver.

Checo’s race wasn’t great. That start was way too much, but after that he kept his head down and didn’t cause more trouble. He finished P5 but jumped up to P4 after Carlos received that 5 second penalty. His weakest race so far this year as well.

All in all for Red Bull both their drivers were not in top form this weekend. That does indicate that the RB-20 was not performing as well on this track and in these conditions. Interesting to see and promising for any team hoping to catch up to them in the standings.

Mercedes

This was Mercedes second best race of the season. Lewis was finally comfortable in the car and came in P6 after starting P8. George started P7 and finished P8. Not George’s best race or performance, but as a team this result this is overall the second best points wise since Bahrain.

Lewis especially put in a great showing. His overtake on Nico was a memorable moment, just a textbook Hamilton overtake, smooth, just great to see him racing after that car has been letting him down so much this season.

Also this is the first race where Lewis outperformed George. He obviously did in the China sprint, but this is the first Grand Prix where he was ahead of George. This may be a sign that he has found some solutions to the issues he’s been facing with his car setup, or possibly conditions were more favorable for him on track. He’s Lewis so I am thinking this is part of a slow but steady comeback to doing the best possible in that car. Make no mistake the current Mercedes car is limiting both drivers. But it’s had moments of getting to the top 5 or at least not far from the top 5 so there is more to unlock in that car.

Haas

Haas in the sprint was funny. I’m sorry the strategy was the same as Jeddah, Kevin commits crimes and doesn’t care about penalties so long as he holds up the field to protect Nico so Nico can get points. It worked in Jeddah. Worked in the sprint, and worked in the race. It’s certainly an interesting strategy.

Now with all the penalties Kevin has collected this weekend and the rest of the season if he gets one more he will have enough penalty points to be suspended for a race. Obviously not great for him or for Haas but he doesn’t seem too worried about that.

Haas has been working well as a team and really taken up all the minor points at the tail end of the field. The teamwork has really paid off.

Is completely sacrificing one driver and letting him run rampant across the track a good long term approach? Probably not. But there aren’t any rules against it. If Haas are willing to do it to get points then I guess fair play. It’s mostly just really entertaining to watch. Yes it has messed up a lot of driver’s races so far this season, but you cannot deny it has made for entertaining moments and battles.

His most egregious crime was when he made contact with Logan during the race causing Logan's DNF. Obviously the penalty was deserved, he did not have position going into that corner and Logan was powerless to do anything about it.

I will agree with Kevin and say “All of the penalties were well deserved”

I do have the theory that Kevin is going for an all time record for most penalty points accumulated during a single race, a single season, and all of F1 history, and he’s actually on track to get at least one of those records. So if he wants to be remembered for his crimes on track this is certainly a way to do it. Best of luck to him in that endeavor!

Kevin Magnussen was the most entertaining driver of the weekend. Love him or hate him he had your attention.

Williams

Williams had the worst race as a team. Alex was struggling in the car all weekend including during the race getting one of his worst placements finishing P18. The Williams car has been bad all season, we knew that, but on this track the race setup they went with was also not great.

Logan actually got Williams best result all season with that P10 in the sprint race. No points, but given how the car and team have struggled showing that the car can get into P10 is something.

However during the race Logan DNFed due to a collision with Kevin. Kevin was at fault, he charged through the turn and forced Logan off the track. Logan had the line and hadn’t done anything wrong. Kevin was just being reckless and took that turn way too sharply.

Logan was sent into the barrier and had to retire. Extremely unfortunate considering it was his home race. His radio messages indicated that he was injured, likely biting his lip or his tongue during the crash. Hopefully he recovers quickly.

It was a shame because Logan was on pace to have his best weekend of 2024, and it was ended through no fault of his own driving.

Final Thoughts

This was another very interesting race. Some spicy on track battles, a maiden win for Lando, and Ferrari was strong on track against the other two top teams.

All in all an entertaining race.

See you all at Imola!

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Peppermint Tea 22 - Lavender 5

Okay. So this part we kinda get into more background for Shanks and Mihawk. I kept it simple because I don't want to keep complicating things by adding more lol.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings! Kissing! Mihawk and Shanks are sad over a real dumb misunderstanding.

Masterlist

Sukuna narrows his eyes at the two men who are curled around his human. He doesn’t like either of them, even if the dark-haired one had been the one to save him in the first place. Sukuna didn’t trust men other than himself and his two brothers. The chickens were far too stupid to count. The males took away his attention from his human and thought they could boss him around. No one but his human bossed Sukuna around.

It’s been a day and a half since the older human had shown back up, and Sukuna’s sensitive nose could tell that you were feeling better. The sick scent had all but disappeared, but you were still weak. The cat yowled loudly to try and get your attention, but all he gained were two sets of glares from the men crowded around his human. He yowls again, putting an extra amount of sass in, and finally, it seems to work, for the smug cat watches as you sit yourself up, hair a wild mess as you find the source of all the noise.

“Suku, gimmie two minutes, and I’ll get up,” You assure your spoilt baby, and then those twin glares are on you, yellow and chocolate full of disappointment. Shanks rolls his eyes at you and then lays back, content to let Mihawk handle this when he notices the other man gearing up for it.

“You are not getting up just because that cat is begging,” Dracule says lowly, and you shiver when his hot breath tickles your chilled ear. His arm is tight around your waist, legs tucked behind your own. Shanks is pressed in close on your other side, sole arm tossed over you and resting innocently on the other man’s waist. You take in the sight, lips curling up when you happen to glance at the redhead to see him giving that soft look you are just getting to know to Mihawk.

“Hawkeye is right, baby girl. You are staying right here. One of us can go feed the bugger,” Shanks suggests, and when he gets two sets of eyes, one pleading and the other demanding, the Emperor sighs and extracts his arm, “Which, I guess that’ll be my job.”

You snicker at his put-out voice but are swiftly distracted when Mihawk rolls the two of you, legs settling on either side of yours as he settles his weight on top of you. The warlord holds himself up on his elbows and then dips to seal his lips to yours in a relieved kiss. If you are feeling well enough to try and get up to feed one of your nosey pets, then you must feel well enough for Dracule to steal a few kisses. He has missed your soft voice and plucky attitude, so hearing it has sent his heart racing, and his hands aching to touch you.

You sigh into the kiss, arms lifting to wind around his neck, and pull him more fully into your embrace. His tongue pushes forward, and Mihawk hums into the kiss when you wrap your lips around the muscle and gently suck. The warlord allows you your fun before he pulls away to nip your lips and press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He opened his eyes, ringed gaze, and locked onto the redhead who had not left the room.

Shanks watches the older man kiss you. The display is lewd and possessive. He licks his lips and longs to lay back in the bed, to pepper both of his treasures with sweet kisses and words of endearment of his own. He shifts his weight when he watches Mihawk place sweet pecks on your cheeks, and your brow, and the redhead breaks at the display. He doesn’t want to be left out.

Mihawk stops Shanks in his tracks when he lifts himself to his knees, leaving you a panting mess pinned beneath him. He watches in interest as Dracule swings off the bed and stands beside the other man, “I’m going to help him. Neal almost got him last time.”

You share a snicker with Dracule when the redhead pouts dramatically, lip jutting out as he turns on his heel to stock out of the bedroom. Mihawk gives you one last kiss on the brow, and then he follows Shanks out of the bedroom. With both men gone, you take the chance to lope to the bathroom and freshen up before either man can stop you.

Shanks feeds Sukuna and Hank while Mihawk goes outside to take care of Neal and the three chickens. He gets pecked for his trouble and sends a scathing glare at the rooster. He meets Shanks back inside, and the domesticity of the situation hits him when he catches Shanks filling up the kettle and putting it on the stove. Dracule steps in behind him, gathering mugs and tea bags that he sets out on the counter.

There is a peace in the cottage that neither man has felt other than out in the open sea. It brings back the good and the bad memories, ones that the warlord isn’t quite ready yet to acknowledge. However, being around Shanks so much lately has forced Dracule to look back on their own past and the reason behind why it had fallen apart. Could he take that chance again with the younger man now that he has you to mitigate the rough edges that have built up during their time apart?

A quiet curse gets his attention, and Mihawk watches the younger man, who has become distracted by the baked goods that you must have made before your sickness got too bad. Dracule huffs when he sees that one of the most feared pirates on the seas has gotten his hand literally stuck inside of a cookie jar. The fool had shoved his hand inside the too-small jar and turned to Mihawk with a helpless expression.

“You idiot. What would have you done if I weren’t here? Your crew would have never let you live it down,” Dracule snarked at the redhead but closed the distance and reached out to grab the younger man’s wrist.

“Like you’ll ever let me live this down,” The Emperor teases right back, and Dracule thinks that the younger man is too cheeky for his own good.

Shanks is expecting Mihawk to just yank the jar off, but he is surprisingly gentle as he removes the offending item. He cheers quietly when his hand is free, and then he snags Mihawk by the belt loop so that he can lean in and plant his lips on that clean-shaven cheek. He lingers there, waiting to be pushed off, but Dracule doesn’t move an inch.

When Shanks pulls away, he catches sight of the wistful expression that adorns Mihawk’s face for a split second before the older man schools expression once more, and it causes him to frown in concern. Shanks licks lips, his thoughts running as he recalls the past couple of days.

The closeness that the two of them once shared had easily been obtained again, and having you in the middle made it all the better. You were a perfect match for their warring personalities, easily soothing any hurt feelings when the two men went too far. All it took was a sleepy boys, and then two men were backing down like that. It’s only happened a few times these past few days, you needing to step in, but the thought had cemented itself in Shanks’ mind, and he always fought for the things he wanted.

“Mihawk,” Shanks murmurs and inches closer to the other man, angling his head so that he can catch those beautiful ringed eyes, “C’mon, Baby. Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

His lips twist at the pet name, and Dracule sends a sharp glare at Shanks, but he still does not pull away. He surprises himself and Shanks when he leans in, back bowing as he rests his face in the crook of the redhead's neck, hands coming up to grasp his loose, white shirt.

“Can I trust you again?” Mihawk asks softly, and his next words are laced with hurt, “How can I know that you won't turn to the closest pretty smile when things don’t go your way?”

Shanks freezes in his grasp, a tension blanketing the room, and then the redhead steps away from Mihawk with a stern frown on his face. Hurt swims in his eyes, and he raises his hand to wipe at his mouth, collapsing fingers scrubbing at his scruffy face as the pirate thinks about what to say to that. Shanks may have been drunk that evening, but that night was as clear as day for him. He lost his treasure at that dingy bar, after all.

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You sigh as you stand from the tub, grabbing the towel you left hanging on the rack and quickly drying yourself before you catch another cold. Once dry, you dress in a set of soft undergarments and flush at the reminder of the first night you wore the set and the way your warlord peeled it off you.

Mihawk called it lingerie. Whatever that meant, you just liked the way the silky material felt on your skin, and it was modest enough that it covered your stomach and the tops of your thighs. A fluffy robe followed, and you wrapped it close around you, relishing the warmth of the material.

You step out of the bathroom and look around. You could go back to bed, but you can hear speaking in the kitchen, and you are curious. It’s been days since you’ve felt well enough to even walk your own house, so it felt nice to go more than the six feet it took to go from bathroom to bedroom. You slow to a stop just outside the entrance, frozen when you hear it.

“Can I trust you again?” “How can I know that you won't turn to the closest pretty smile when things don’t go your way?”

You swallow harshly, feeling like an intruder in your own home. You don’t know what to do, and you feel too many emotions at once to settle on any of them. You figured that the two men had a past, though not as close as the one that Mihawk could be insinuating. Not that it bothered you, now that you were being forced to acknowledge it. You had no basis on how people outside of your island worked. Happiness was happiness to you. It didn’t matter where it came from.

But had that really happened? Your heart shatters at the hurt in your lover's voice, and you are taking a half step forward before you think better of it. You don’t need to get in the middle of whatever spat the two men were having. You felt like they were more comfortable working this out without you there.

“_, I know you’re out there. Come here,” Shanks calls, but you can hear the underlying order there. He doesn’t expect you to deny him, and you prove him right when you slowly step into the kitchen. You can feel the tension, and it wraps around you like a second skin. Shanks gives you a strained smile, but Mihawk is the one to come to your side and lead you to a chair.

The kettle makes its debut and Dracule busies himself by making tea for himself and his angel. He takes a chanced glance at Shanks, and the other man dips his head in a nod, so Mihawk pours the steaming water into his mug with the lavender tea bag.

“Sorry for interrupting,” You apologize once everyone is settled. Dracule has taken a seat beside you at the kitchen table, and you can’t help but feel like you are in one of your romance novels. Life certainly became exciting after meeting these men, “I can leave for a while? I don’t mind to.”

Shanks smirks at the sincerity in your voice and shakes his head, “No, I think it’s best that both of you hear this. Especially since Mihawk here doesn’t know the full story, either it seems.”

Dracule puffs up like he is about to snap back at the other man, but you raise your hand and give him a look, and the dark-haired man quickly deflates, cowed for now. You put your attention back on Shanks, and the redhead looks even more smitten with the sight of the two of you, and it only cements his decision further.

“Mihawk and I have known each other for a long time. Longer than you’ve been alive, babygirl,” Shanks begins, and it’s then that you realize that Shanks is about to reveal an important part of his and Mihawk’s past. You feel honored to know, but a quick glance at Mihawk has you frowning. The older man looks distinctly uncomfortable, and you butt in before Shanks can continue.

“Is this okay?” You ask Mihawk. You can still recall the day that Dracule had asked you not to ask about his life, that he would reveal to you who he was in time. He was careful that way, and you didn’t want to overstep.

Mihawk looks genuinely surprised at your question, and you watch with growing fondness when you catch a blush across his cheekbones, “Yes. It’s fine. I, too, would like to know what story Shanks is talking about.”

The emperor looks at you for permission to continue, and you nod, sipping your tea. Shanks huffs at his treasures and then begins his story, voice painful but fond, and the redhead as you on the edge of your seat at once.

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A year before Shanks loses his arm, two young men stumble into the first bar, the younger of the two spots. The older man rolls his eyes but eagerly follows after his friend, fingers tangled in the unbuttoned shirt that Shanks wears. It had been ages since Shanks had seen his best friend, and he was eager to catch up.

He bought them drink after drink, and hours later, the two had stumbled away from the bar and ended up in a dark corner of the seedy bar. Mihawk shoved Shanks into the wall, mouthing at his neck as the other man hung on for dear life, hips canting and shameless in his want for Dracule.

Drunk on cheap beer and love for his friend/lover, Shanks blurted out the fateful words that would be the end of their relationship. He had missed the older man so much even though it had only been two weeks since he’d seen Mihawk, but every day the ache in his chest grew and grew until Shanks couldn’t hold it in anymore. He needed Mihawk to know how he felt.

“I love you,” the pirate captain breathes, Join my crew, Mihawk. I love you.”

Shanks’ admission is so soft it’s but a whisper, but Mihawk still hears it. Those wondering hands freeze on Shanks, and the redhead is left, confused and a little hurt when Dracule pulls away from him.

The other man won’t look at him. Ringed eyes downcast and looking anywhere but the younger man. Shanks reaches for the other man, heart seizing up and tears gathering in his eyes when Mihawk takes a half step away, just far enough that Shanks can’t reach him, “Mihawk..?”

Panic had shot through the older man the moment his friend brought up his feelings. Shanks had been the first to break through his walls, bringing them down with a friendly smile and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Dracule had opened himself up to the other boy, spilling his secrets and his fears, but never once had he tacked an emotion onto what he felt for Shanks. It terrified him to put a label on anything.

“I- I can’t right now, Red,” Mihawk croaked, and then he was gone, coat flapping behind him as he ran away from his friend for the first time in his life. Shanks watches him go, tears streaming down his cheeks and mouth hanging open in disbelief. He slides down the wall, chest torn open as sobs wreak his frame. He doesn’t know how much time has passed when his attention is taken by a pretty lady with dark hair and hazel eyes who grins down at him.

She buys him a drink and Shanks cries on her shoulder, draping himself over the kind lady who coos at him and kindy says that maybe Mihawk just needs some time to come to terms with his own feelings. There is a commotion at the front of the bar, but Shanks is far too drunk to pay much attention, though, and if he had, the pirate would have seen the stricken look on Mihawk’s face before the other man turned and fled.

Mihawk would do his best to avoid Shanks in the coming years, at least until the warlord came upon a boy in a familiar straw hat.

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It’s silent when Shanks finishes his tale, and you find yourself at a loss for words. All of this animosity, and all over a misunderstanding and a man who runs away from his feelings. You don’t have to wait long before Mihawk stands, booted feet loud on the hardwood floor as he strides across the room. He looks furious and heartbroken, all rolled up in a big angsty ball.

“You were all over that woman, and you’re telling me that you didn’t sleep with her?” Mihawk hisses, “You’re taking me for a fool.”

Shanks scoffs, displeasure flashing across his face, “I knew you would never believe me. It’s why I stopped chasing after you when you kept avoiding me. Then you became a warlord, and so much time had passed, that I thought. Why bother?”

The Emperor runs his hand through his hair, making the shaggy locks stand on end. His voice is full of bitter resentment when he continues, “But no, I didn’t sleep with her. I didn’t touch anyone else for a long time. Guess I wanted to make sure that you really meant to stay away.”

Mihawk looks like he’s been struck, and he swallows harshly, taking a step back as his face flushes, brow scrunching as he takes in what the other man is saying. A self-deprecating laugh escapes him. He turns away from Shanks and sits back down, leaning back and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. With the way his and Shanks’ haki are still intertwined, Darcule can tell that the other man isn't lying. All this time, and it had been him that had been the problem, the fool who couldn't accept the sight of Shanks wrapped around another person. If he had stayed, then maybe their lives would have turned out differently.

A small hand on his shoulder is what gets his attention. You have stood from your seat and rounded the table, standing behind him as your hands settle on his shoulders. You rub the tense muscles, and Mihawk finds himself relaxing under your familiar touch. You kiss the top of his head, lips lingering there for a moment as you lock eyes with Shanks.

The younger man looks distraught, body tense, and you wonder if Shanks will leave now that he has said his piece. You aren't sure what to say, so you decide to keep quiet and stand in silent support of the man who had found you first. To you, both men have been wronged. You just hope that they can work it out for their sake.

Mihawk looks up when he hears the sound of heavy footsteps, and his eyes widen when Shanks sinks to one knee, hand coming up to clutch at Mihawk's hand that sits on his lap. He looks up and catches Mihawk’s gaze, and then your own, “I don't want us to linger on our past, it isn't fair to _, or to us.”

“Even after that night, you have never stopped being one of my precious people, Mihawk, and I would like to give you that title too, Babygirl. If you'd have me.”

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swisccfinds · 5 months

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TOP 5 MUST HAVE Sims 4 Career Mods

These are my most personal Career mods for the sims 4, please don't forget to show love and support to the creators.

1- Youtube Career Mod by itsmeTroiYT

There is so many interactions with this mod it is unbelievable! If you head to the download button below it will bring you to the creator's post which will show all the type of things you can do with this mod but for now to keep the Tumblr photo limit here is some of the creator's notes that explain the levels and the branches

Gamer (6-10) PC Noob $100/hr Streamer $200/hr Daily Uploader $300/hr Tagline Genius $600/hr Prestige Gamer $1500/hr

Vlogger (6-10) Viner $100/hr Prank Wars Vlogger $200/hr Unbox Therapy $300/hr Vlogger $600/hr Daily Vlogger $1600/hr

DIY Hot Glue Gun Mess $250/hr Creative Weirdo $350/hr Hacks Master $600/hr DIY Superstar $650/hr [Something] DIY $1500/hr

MUA Fenty Beauty Counter Rep $200/hr Brand Tester $300/hr Makeup Brand Collab $350/hr Personal Makeup Artist $750/hr MUA $1500/hr

Cooking One Pan Cook $150/hr Made from TV/Movies $300/hr Remixed Recipe Cook $345/hr Guest Host Cook $625/hr Master Cook $1500/hr

FX Makeup Artist NYX Face Awards $120/hr Halloween Royalty $200/hr FX on a Budget $350/hr Workshop Personality $645/hr Glam & Gore $1450/hr

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2- Modeling Career Mod by KPC0528

This is an amazing mod! If you want your sim to become a model this is the mod for you! This does require the City living & Get Famous expansion packs, so be aware. Here are the creator's notes about the levels and branches;

1. Volunteer Model--there is no pay for the beginning of this career. I wanted to make it as realistic as possible, so level 1 is all about building a portfolio and gaining exposure. Mood: Confident M - W - F S S

2. Local Model -- Your sim will be part of the "mall crowd" participating in local fashion shows. These jobs aren't very selective... $15/hr. Skills: Charisma 1 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

3. Hand Model-- Keep those hands soft and supple as your sims model rings, bracelets, and watches for local jewelry designers! $18/hr. Skills: Charisma 2 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

4. Hair Model-- Cutting, coloring, styling. Your Sims's hair will be put through it all in exchange for some simoleons and their pictures to be featured in hair dressers' portfolios. $20/hr. Skills: Charisma 3, Fitness 3 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

Choose track: Commercial Model or High Fashion Model

Commercial Model track: Commercial models are the models you would see in shopping catalogs and local commercials. The sim-next-door look is desired, so your sim will need attractive looks as well as an attractive personality to do well in this career track.

5. Commercial Catalog Model--Your sim will be showcasing the newest collections by the most popular stores, like Sim Navy and JC Simmy. $50/hr. Skills: Charisma 4, Fitness 4 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

6. Fitness Model-- Fitness is the name of the game here. Your sim must continue to sculpt his/her body to perfection in order to sell the newest workout gear and sports drinks. $65/hr. Skills: Charisma 5, Fitness 7 Mood: Energetic M T W T - S -

7. Social Media Model-- Your sim's face is getting popular online! He/she will be modeling the hottest makeup, jewelry, and clothing through various social media platforms like Simstagram. $80/hr. Skills: Charisma 7 Mood: Confident - - W - F S S

8. Music Video Model-- Who wouldn't want to be a model in a famous music video? Your sim must hone in their dance skills so they don't embarrass themselves in front of the musical superstars.... $90/hr. Skills: Charisma 8, Dancing 3 Mood: Confident M T - T F S - 9. Television Model-- Television! Your sim will be featured on all sorts of commercials, from clothing and perfume, to cookware and living room furniture. $130/hr. Skills: Charisma 10 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

10. Coversim-- The ultimate goal! Your sim is on every grocery store magazine rack, dishing the newest gossip about his/her love life, as well as modeling the hippest designs. Congrats, superstar! $300/hr. Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

High Fashion Model track: This track is for the serious fashionista. In order to gain celebrity as a high fashion model, your sim must be both gorgeous and interesting, as well as charismatic and athletic. Reaching the end of this track means worldwide fame and luxury! 5. Swimsuit Model-- Swimsuit models are photographed even in the winter months, so this isn't just for fun! Your sim must be in excellent shape to make it as a swimsuit model. $55/hr. Skills: Charisma 5, Fitness 6 Mood: Flirty M T W - F S -

6. Lingerie Model-- No room for shy sims here! Upscale lingerie is a mega-money-making business, so only the most alluring sims will be successful. $75/hr. Skills: Charisma 6, Fitness 8 Mood: Flirty M T W - F S -

7. Fashion Catalog Model-- High-end fashion is extremely expensive, so the stakes are high. Your sim must continue to perfect his/her body and personality in order to sell these interesting-looking clothes in the highest end fashion magazines. $90/hr. Skills: Charisma 7, Fitness 9 Mood: Confident M T - T F S -

8. Runway Model--Don't trip! All eyes are on your sim as he/she struts their stuff on the catwalk. Sims watching and cameras flashing can be nerve-wracking for even the most confident sim, but this is a necessary step in order to become a supermodel. $120/hr. Skills: Charisma 8, Fitness 10 Mood: Confident - T W - F S S

9. Editorial Model--Sim Vogue. Your sim is on the cover, looking fierce as fierce can be! Your sim is the epitome of a style icon, and everyone is looking at him/her for style inspiration. $300/hr. Skills: Charisma 10 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

10. International Supermodel--Traveling the world for fashion shows? Check. Hosting reality style shows? Check. Getting paid to be famous? Check. Your sim is THE top model, as long as a newer, hotter thing doesn't come around. $450/hr. Mood: Confident M - W - - S -

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3- Social Services Career Mod by missmani09

This is a great mod if your interested in having your sim work in social services for a backstory or maybe its just what you mapped out they would be in your head. Here are some of the creator's notes about this mod;

Social Serivices:

1) Clerical Staff Extra Help -Responsible for copying and filing documents, sorting documents

2) Administrative Specialist I -answer phones, answer client's questions, file, sort

3) Administrative Specialist II -Key application, answer telephones, work front desk window correspond emails

4) Administrative Specialist Supervisor Supervise all clerical staff ensure front desk runs smoothly ensure applications are keyed correctly ensure office machinery is working properly assign staff job duties

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5A) Program Eligibilty Specialist I - SNAP Process Sim food stamp program applications. Interview & verify resources Assist homeless sims Determine eligibilty for supplemental nutrition program

6A) Program Eligbiliy Specialist II Process sim program applications Determine eligibilty for Sim daycare voucher applications Determine eligibilty for supplemental nutrition program

7A) Family Health Care Case Manager -Family Medicaid Process Sims' medicaid applications. Determine medical coverage eligibilty for Sims including Working Sims' medical coverage, SimKids Care A or SimKids Care B

8A) Aged Sim Health Care Case Manager Process Aged, Retired, and Disabled elder sims' medicare applications Determine disability

9A) Sim Social Services County Administrator oversee especific sim world in which sim currently lives

10A) Sim Social Services National Director oversee all sim worlds

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---(BB) Division of Child Protective Services -------------------------------------------------------------- job is to protect and ensure the health, safety, and well being off all sim children.

5B) Child Protective Service Worker Visit homes. Provide struggling parents with resources and tools to become effective parents. Remove children from home if necessary to the childs health & safety

6B) Child Abuse&Neglect Investigator visit homes. on call rotation investigate suspected sim child neglect/abuse that comes into the hotline issue warnings to parent's who a nearing neglectful standards Remove children from home if necessary to the childs health & safety

7B) Foster Care Case Manager On call rotation. Manage Sim children's cases who have been removed from their home due to neglect/abuse. write extensive case notes

8B) Adoption Specialist process adoption applications. match waiting foster children and place into adoptive home

9B) Sim County CPS Supervisor Oversee foster care and CPS case managers

10B) Sim CPS National Director

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4- Psychologist Career mod by Kittyblue

This is career mod is actually my favorite for storytelling! In this mod there are two branches which are Counseling Psychology and Forensic Psychologist.

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5- Tattoo Artist Career mod by MesmericSimmer

I love this one so much, mainly because I want one of my sim's backstory to include this career. They have this career option for both adults and teens!

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 30 days

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Stars Align: Part 4

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Pining, Angst, Lots of Fluff, Hidden Feelings, Anger, Mentions of Abuse, Violence, Sexual Themes, Alcohol, Eventual Smut.

-- Part 3 Here --

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18+ Only

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Past:

Bradley played with your hair as you fell asleep that night, humming to you until you were breathing soft snores in his ear. At one point you’d rolled over on your side and your arm came to rest across his torso.

Bradley smiled and traced patterns up and down your arm until he eventually dozed off too.

When the morning came and the sunlight blinded you, you stretched and rolled over into an upright position.

You turned back to look for Bradley but he was already gone. You groaned and shuffled out of bed and down the stairs.

Your mom was in the kitchen scrambling eggs.

“Morning my love, did you sleep okay?” She cooed, you gave her a side hug and yawned.

“Yeah, thanks mom, you?”

“Yeah not too bad, your dad snored a lot though.”

You laughed a breath through your nose, and walked into the dining room and stopped in your tracks.

“Morning sleepy head.” Bradley grinned, his hands behind his head as he stretched at your dining table, his dark hair a mess.

You forced a surprised smile down, he hadn’t left you after all.

“Morning.” You mumbled.

“Bradley and I are going to hit the hardware store after breakfast, but then we were thinking it might be fun to go down to the beach, how do you feel about that?” Your dad asked, getting up and kissing the top of your frizzy head, before moving to the kitchen to help your mom with breakfast.

“I wanna go to the beach!” Your little sister enthused, jumping up from her seat at the table and running after your dad.

“Yeah that sounds fun.” You grinned. Sitting down across from Bradley, you tried your best to act normal, but inside you a war of emotions raged.

On one hand, you desperately longed to hold onto your perfect friendship, you knew not everyone was lucky enough to have a best friend they felt as comfortable with as you did. But on the other hand, with each passing day your longing for him only grew stronger. You began to notice how long his eyelashes were, and that his teenage lankiness began to fill out into muscles, and his height suddenly began to suit him.

You were pulled from your thoughts as Bradley plopped a hand down in front of you on the table.

“Hey, I was thinking we could dig out my old bodyboards in the garage and practice skim boarding again.” He said with a grin.

You groaned, remembering how hard you wiped out the last time you tried, and how your breath was knocked out of you.

“No way, I suck.” You grimaced.

“Oh come on, how are you gonna get better if you don’t practice? Plus I’ll hold your hand this time.”

You blushed and looked down at your hands.

“Yeah okay, I guess I could try again.”

When you looked back up, you were struck with the gentle affection in Bradley’s eyes, as he beamed a cheeky grin at you.

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Present:

You’d just finished packing away your 4th box, when there was a knock on your door. So soft and faint you barely heard it.

You walked over to the door and opened it a crack.

“What am I, your drug dealer? Let me in, woman.” Gabby groaned behind her giant sunglasses, 2 large cups of coffee and a bag of pastries in her hands. She stood hunched over, like she would break if she didn’t find a sofa soon.

You threw the door open and she stumbled in, thrusting the drinks and food in your arms and collapsing on your sofa with a loud groan.

“Woah, you look worse than I feel. I thought you would be ok, I drank way more than you did.” You laughed.

“I may have stopped at a bar on the way home, met a guy, had a few more, was fun. But I am dying.” She breathed.

“So you decided to get out of bed, travel halfway across town, pick up coffee and then climb 5 flights of stairs to come here?” You raised your eyebrows at her.

“Elevators fixed, but yes. I need my best girl while I die. Plus… the guy I met is still at my apartment.” She groaned.

You laughed and sat down next to her, handing her the latte she’d ordered and a pain au chocolat, and gave her a run down of your night.

“Wait wait wait, so you’re telling me the boy you were madly in love with in high school - now a total hunk by the way, wow - came back to your apartment, and you didn’t fuck?” Gabby lifted her sunglasses to look at you like you were losing your mind.

“Gabs it’s the first time we’ve seen each other in well over a decade, and we had a lot of catching up to do. Plus, I highly doubt he feels that way about me.”

“But… you do still have feelings don’t you? I could see the way you looked at him in the club. Your eyes were practically heart shaped. And I know a slack jaw when I see one, he definitely had one of those when he saw you.”

You chuckled, “Uhm… I dunno. I mean he’s different now. Not the boy I fell in love with… but he’s better, somehow. He’s really grown up.”

“Hmmm yeah I bet he’s grown in other places too.” She stretched and yawned. “I’m climbing into bed. Join me?” She pleaded.

“Yeah, go pick a movie and I’ll be in soon.” You shooed Gabby off to your bedroom and got up to fish out some clean clothes. You were still in your dress from last night and the lace was beginning to make you itchy.

You opened up a box you thought your pj’s would be in and pulled out a wad of old clothes. Something small and metallic clanked to the floor.

You bent down and held the chain up to the light, a small inscribed ring dangling in front of you.

You laughed in surprise as you inspected it. You hadn’t seen this since you met Jacob, and it had suddenly gone missing from your nightstand. The ring Bradley had given you when he found out you were moving, the one that was identical to the ring he’d had made for himself, so you’d always remember one another and the friendship you held so close to your heart.

You pouted and let out another soft laugh as you read the inscription.

‘B&B ~ When The Stars Align We’ll Reunite’

You had thought it was silly when you were younger, a line from Bradley’s favourite book, one you’d constantly teased him for reading, but now you couldn’t help but marvel at the accuracy and timing.

It’s like Bradley knew, deep down, that you’d find a way back to one another again some day.

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Past:

You stepped onto the hot sand and shielded the sun from your eyes as you looked towards the packed shore.

Bradley sidled up next to you and put an arm around your shoulder. “Ready to wipe out?” He joked.

You looked up at him with a look of mock disgust, “You do realise I’m already hesitant to make a fool of myself in front of all these people, right?”

Bradley grinned and put you in a headlock, you squealed and struggled as he ruffled your hair again.

You pulled away and glared at him, “That’s it, you are SO dead!”

Bradley stuck out his tongue and you chased after him, eventually catching up when he stopped for a second and jumping onto his back. You proceeded you ruffle up his hair in revenge.

“That doesn’t bother me as much as it bothers you.” He pointed out, you sighed, and linked your arms around his neck. Bradley gave you a piggyback as he followed your parents and siblings to an empty spot on the sand.

“Brad! Hey Brad!” An annoyingly cool voice called from the spot next to it.

“Oh. Hi Michelle.” He responded coldly, gripping your legs around his waist tighter. You frowned as you watched her approach, and she barely acknowledged your presence.

Bradley gently put you down on the sand.

“Look, I was hoping we could talk… about last night.” Michelle purred, you could tell she was trying to act sorry, but it wasn’t very convincing.

“I’m a little busy right now.” Bradley said.

“Please? I’ll just be a few minutes, promise.” She fluttered her long eyelashes and Bradley sighed.

“Okay, be right back, Birdy.” And before you knew it they were both walking down the beach and away from you.

You lay out your beach towel and sat down, stretching your legs out to catch some sun. Your mom sat down next to you and fished your book out of her bag, which you took happily.

''Who's the girl?'' your mom asked.

''No one important, just one of the popular girls from school.'' You mumbled as you opened your book.

''Does Bradley like her?''

''What do you think, mom? She looks about 25 with those boobs, what guy wouldn't?''

Your mom chuckled, smoothing sunscreen on her legs. ''He doesn't look at her the same way he looks at you, though.''

You looked over at your mom quizzically, ''What? Like a little sister?'' you laughed, masking your slightly piqued interest.

''That's not what we see. Bradley's a good kid, Y/N, and we know he'd take good care of you if you were... more than friends.''

''Ew, gross mom. No we're just friends, that's all we'll ever be.'' you pretended to be grossed out at the idea as you went back to your book, but your eyes kept flickering back to the shoreline to try and find Bradley.

''Mhmm, sure honey, if that's how you feel.'' but your parents knew better.

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Present:

You and Gabby spent the rest of the day in bed, alternating between movies, sleep and running to the bathroom to upheave the copious amounts of alcohol that burnt away at your stomach linings.

Eventually Gabby felt well enough to brave her apartment, and said goodnight to you. You closed the door behind her and sighed, the apartment feeling empty and cold.

You decided to take a shower and wash away the rest of the icky hangover, and you'd then order pizza or tacos while you watched another movie.

You climbed into the shower and the hot water flowed down your aching body. Your muscles and your feet hated you for the ordeal you'd put them through, and you moaned at the feeling of the water relaxing you.

You tried to clear your mind, but one thought kept making its way back to you over and over again. Bradley.

You kept thinking about his big arms as he hovered over you in the bar, and his thick, veiny neck. You thought somehow his lips looked more plump, fuller, and wondered what it would feel like to kiss them, or how his beefy hands would feel running down your body.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on your door that you could hear even under the running shower, and you gasped, your dirty thoughts rudely interrupted. You were sure it was Gabby, maybe she'd forgotten something or realised her date from last night was still in her apartment and she didn't want to deal with the situation.

You groaned and wrapped a towel around you, not even bothering to dry off properly as you padded towards the living room and to the door. You threw the door open.

''Gabs if you're about to ask me to get rid of-''

It wasn't Gabby.

''Woah, sorry Birdy.'' Bradley stood with his arm propped up against the door frame, taking in your wet form. He was wearing a suit and loosened tie, and stank of whiskey. ''Didn't mean to interrupt.' He mumbled.

You stepped back so he could come in, ''Brad, what are you doing here?'' you asked, ''Aren't you meant to be at the reception right about now?''

Bradley stumbled inside, ''Yeah, but it's the funniest thing, I couldn't enjoy myself.''

''Why not? Smells like you've been having a great time.'' you chuckled as you disappeared into the bathroom to turn off the shower. Bradley followed you, slightly tipsy but not as bad as the night before.

''I couldn't stop thinking about you.'' He stated, leaning against the door frame.

You turned to face him, gripping the towel tightly, suddenly conscious of the thin layer being the only thing protecting the last part of you Bradley had never seen before.

''What do you mean?''

''I go back to California in the morning, come with me.'' he stated.

You scoffed, walking past him to your bedroom.

''I can't, Bradley. I start my new job tomorrow. I don't think they'll be happy with me taking vacation days so soon.''

''I don't mean vacation, Birdy, I mean move to California with me.'' he said seriously, following you to the bedroom.

You spun round and shot him a look of confusion. ''How drunk are you?''

''I'm not drunk. I've been thinking about this all day, for the last 16 years actually, I have missed you every single day and I want my best friend back.''

''You know I miss you, and I'd love to see you every day like we used to, but we're grown ups now Bradley, we have lives and jobs and I can't just follow you across the country so we can hang out more.'' you huffed, trying to find something to wear.

''Birdy would you just stop for a second? I know you've got this fancy new job, but you never wanted to be a teacher growing up, you wanted to be an artist like your mom, why won't you just do that?'' he crossed over and stood in front of you.

You looked up at him, exasperated, ''You think it's that easy? That I'll paint and be able to just make a living that way? You know it's not, that's why my mom had to get a real job. I can't just follow you on a whim.''

Bradley sighed and shook his head, ''You can stay with me, that way there's no pressure to make money right away.'' he was pleading now, desperate to convince you.

''Bradley, as much as I want to, I can't.'' you said softly this time, turning to fully face him, water dripping from your hair and rolling down your chest. Bradleys eyes followed a drop and he noticed the thing hanging around your neck.

He breathed out a soft chuckle, his fingers softly skimming your collarbone as he picked up the inscribed ring. Goosebumps covered your skin and you fought back a shiver.

''You kept it.'' he breathed.

''Of course.'' you lied, you wouldn't tell him now that you'd actually misplaced it and only found it earlier.

Bradley gently let go of the necklace and reached into his shirt, pulling out a slightly warn, scratched version. His own ring.

You bit back the sudden urge to sob, as you picked the ring up from his fingers, looking at the thing he so clearly wore every day around his neck.

You looked up at Bradley with teary eyes, and he brought a hand up to stroke your hair out of your face.

''Please just think about it, I'll leave you my number and my home address, my door is always open.'' He breathed.

You nodded, ''I'll think about it.''

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Past:

Half an hour passed and finally Bradley returned, a grin plastered across his face. He sat down on your towel facing you, moving your legs either side of him as he grinned down at you, your book blocking the sun that threatened to blind you. You moved the book slightly and eyed him suspiciously.

''What?'' you asked, covering your eyes with your book as you continued to read.

''I have a girlfriend.'' Bradley sang, and your heart stopped. You closed your book and sat up on your elbows.

''I repeat, what?''

''Yup, Michelle apologised for ditching last night. She said she really likes me and was just nervous about the whole thing. I'm taking her out tonight.'' He grinned, softly tapping your legs like a set of drums.

''Good for you.'' you rolled your eyes and pulled your legs away, standing up and walking to the waterline.

Bradley got up and jogged after you, ''Why aren't you happy for me?''

''I am happy for you, Bradley, your dream girl is finally yours, congrats.'' you said bitterly.

Bradley rounded you and stopped you from walking any further, ''Is this because you don't like Michelle?''

You pushed passed him, ''No, she's fine. Just don't come crying to me when she breaks your heart.''

You left Bradley standing hurt and confused on the beach as you went for a swim to cool off, you should have pretended to be happier for him, and felt bad for your mood, but Michelle wasn't right for him and you knew she was bad news.

You just hoped Bradley would figure that out for himself before she did any real damage.

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Present:

You didn't sleep that night. You spent the entire time tossing and turning, and staring at the piece of paper with Bradleys cell number and address on it.

He was right when he said teaching wasn't your dream, but when your dream was as unrealistic as yours, you had no other choice.

You could either stay in New York and do something meaningful, moulding young minds and making a difference, just allowing the years to pass uneventfully, hopefully find a nice man and forget about Bradley all over again. Or you could follow Bradley, and give your dream a real try, enjoying life to the fullest.

But what if you did go to California, and life wasn't what you'd hoped it would be? What if moving in with him only made your feelings grow stronger, what if you started the whole cycle all over again, of loving him and losing him and having to overcome those dark feelings on your own again. What if you told him how you felt, and he got all weirded out and it ruined things.

What if you lost Gabby through all of this, and were never able to find a job as good as the one you had now.

There were so many 'what ifs' that plagued you as you desperately sought sleep, but by the time the sun came up, you were no closer to making a decision.

You got dressed and made your way to the school, meeting Gabby outside as you'd planned to do, and she looked much fresher than the day before.

''Hey, how did it go with your lodger?'' you joked.

She blew out a tuft of air, and looked at you awkwardly.

''What?'' you chuckled, as you walked together through the school gates.

''Yeah, we're kinda dating now. His name is Mark.'' she fluttered her eyelashes.

''What? You said he was creepy!'' you groaned at her.

Gabby sighed, ''Yeah, I know, but let's be real, it's hard to find any good ones these days. Plus he's not that bad once you get to know him.''

You suddenly stopped in your tracks, unable to move any further. Realisation suddenly dawning over you as you scrunched up your face and groaned.

''What is it?'' Gabby stopped and turned to face you.

''Gabby you're totally right. And I gotta go. I'll explain later.'' you kissed Gabby on the cheek and turned around, running out of the school grounds as quick as you could.

You had a plane to catch.

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