#Also I apologize if there are any mistakes

[mommyownsmee]

8🙈

8: What are the rules you would give your little/sub/domme?

Rules - For my Submissive

You will address me as „Mommy/Daddy“ in private at all times and I‘ll always call you by a name of your choice [unless inappropriate]. You decided for „…“ in private and „…“ in public. We decided that you can call me „…“ in public.

You must always obey my orders [unless inappropriate]. If you can‘t you have to give me a reason for it, which I will respect at all times.

You must send me a selfie of you everyday [definitely], or a photo of what you wear [if you can].

You will take any punishment you may receive [without complaint]. Appropriate punishment will be given for breaking any of these rules- and you must give a proper apology: „I’m sorry for [what you did] Mommy/Daddy“. Rule breaking is only allowed under special circumstances [birthdays etc.]

We agreed on the Punishments together and added them to the app already.

You must always tell me when/where you consume any drugs/alcohol and who you are with- before doing so. I want you to be safe and have infos if there is an emergency.

You may not have another treat you as I do allow. I will not be happy and you will not be forgiven if I find out [and I will].

I may add/remove anything from these rules at any time [we can always talk about these rules].

Mommy/Daddy will always tell you if they‘re having a bad day [our dynamic will maybe have a certain timeout].

You will always say good morning and good night to mommy/daddy. You will always tell mommy/daddy when you have to leave and where you‘re going [except it‘s an emergency. In this case you can tell mommy/daddy later what happened].

You have to put on your online time and checkmarks for messages on your social media for mommy/daddy. I want to see if you‘ve read my messages and when you‘ve been online. Otherwise mommy/daddy will be very worried. This is a point that can‘t be discussed.

Bedtime is at midnight. Only exceptions are weekends [Friday and Saturday] or birthdays, etc.

You are mine. You belong to me alone.

I want you to tell me your location when you‘re not at home or at work.

You have to stay within 2 meters when we are walking in public, no walking away from mommy/daddy.

You have to inform mommy/daddy about your plans for the day [in the morning].

You have to ask mommy/daddy whenever you want to buy expensive (things that are not groceries/ drugstore articles/... Like electronic devices, clothes etc.)

No eye rolling, no sticking tongue out, both gets you -500 points OR one overstimulation punishment.

Rules - For my Domme

| I AM AUTISTIC |

Communicate clearly & directly – I sometimes struggle with subtle cues or unspoken expectations. Please be clear in your instructions, tone, and intentions so I can fully understand what you need from me.

Correct me, but with understanding – If I make a mistake or displease you, I accept discipline, but I also need to understand what I did wrong and how I can improve.

Acknowledge my efforts – I thrive on pleasing you, and knowing that I’m doing well fuels my devotion. A simple acknowledgment, whether praise or correction, means everything to me.

Give me the freedom to express myself – I need a space where I can express my thoughts, emotions, and concerns without fear of punishment or dismissal.

Establish routine & predictability when possible – I function best when I have structure. Please help me by keeping routines, rules, and expectations as consistent as possible, and letting me know in advance if things will change.

Encourage my growth – Submission is a journey, and I want to grow both as your submissive and as a person. Help guide me to be better, not just for you, but for myself as well.

Allow me to seek comfort in you – When I am vulnerable, uncertain, or struggling, let me turn to you without fear. Your dominance is my anchor, and your presence is my refuge.

Recognize when I need you the most – There will be times when I struggle to express my needs. Please be attentive to my unspoken signals and guide me when I cannot guide myself.

Give me time to process changes – Sudden changes in routine or expectations can overwhelm me. If something needs to shift, please let me know in advance when possible, so I have time to adjust.

Respect my sensory needs – Certain textures, sounds, or touches may overstimulate or distress me. Please be mindful of my sensory sensitivities, especially during play, discipline, or intimacy.

Allow me to use stimming or self-regulation methods – If I need to stim (rocking, tapping, fidgeting, etc.) or take a break to regulate myself, please allow me to do so without judgment. It helps me stay calm and present.

Be patient with my emotional processing – Sometimes I may struggle to express what I feel or need right away. Please give me the time and space to process my emotions and communicate them in my own way.

Understand my social exhaustion – Engaging with people can drain me faster than it does others. If I need quiet time or struggle with social interactions, please allow me the space to recover without guilt.

Rules - For my Little

Littlespace rules for public

Always hold hands with mommy (you can also hold onto mommy‘s arm if you need/want to)

Mommy will always open and close all doors for you

Mommy will talk for you in every situation

Please whisper into mommy’s ear if you want something or have the need to say something

Basic rules

You must always respect Mommy

You must always be be truthful and honest to Mommy

If you are sad Mommy prefers to know immediately.

You are allowed to eat snacks if you will eat a lot of healthy stuff (We will discuss this further).

You don’t have to do anything that you don‘t feel comfortable with.

You are always allowed to speak your mind without punishment given, but Mommy doesn‘t want you to use bad words.

„No“ is „No“. There is no „maybe“.

Evening rules

Your bedtime is 12-1 am (We can talk about a specific time).

You should always take care of your body (shower daily, brush teeth and take makup off etc).

You get Mommy-time daily before bed (read a book, talk or play something) in which Mommy will be there for you only. No distractions.

Morning rules

Your wake up time is 7am (We can talk about a specific time).

You have to brush your teeth in the morning.

You have to eat a healthy breakfast.

[aestheticpearl]

“ BUT I HATE TO THINK ABOUT YOU WITH SOMEBODY ELSE ”

synopsis. leigh isn’t jealous. he doesn’t get jealous.

featuring. leigh (sakuverse)

a/n. if you’re reading this in the future and it’s inaccurate to his character, keep that to yourself i’m going off of a single episode and a prayer here

leigh has honestly confused himself at this point in this stunt of a relationship he has with you. it’s just a normal company picnic with your software company. they wanted their employees to be able to get some fresh air on the job or something like that. regardless, leigh watched for under a shaded tree as you grab some snacks for the both of you from the table they’ve set up on the field.

he’s watching your body language more than anything as you speak to one of the guys in the sales department who clearly doesn’t know how to take a hint. he keeps moving forward as you step back at each advancement, even glancing over to leigh himself to communicate ‘are you seeing this?’ with your eyes. he is unfortunately.

he remains planted under the tree, knowing full well you can very much handle yourself and if you needed help you would ask, but after a certain point it’s not just about how he’s getting impatient with the guy blabbing his whole life story to you, it’s about how he’s trying to make moves on his fake partner. that’s when he knows he has to intervene for appearance sake. at least that’s what he’s telling himself. he ignores the feelings that it stirs out in the pit of his stomach as he stands up and starts walking over to you.

you feel leigh before you see him as he wraps his arm around your waist, a wave of comfort washes over you at the feeling; finally someone that can get you out of this uncomfortable situation without being rude—

“quit hitting on them. they’re my partner.”

nevermind.

you watch the poor guy sputter out a few apologies before stumbling away from the two of you.

“that wasn’t very nice.” you mumble as you place a few veggies on your plate.

“i wasn’t trying to be, mate clearly couldn’t take a hint.” leigh responds, picking a carrot off your plate and munching on it. “you should tell HR about that.”

“what? that my fake boyfriend scared off an employee for trying to shoot his shot?”

“hey what are fake boyfriends for?”

something pulls at both of your heartstrings when you say the word fake, but you both similarly opt to brush it off.

you both walk back to the shaded tree area that leigh has practically claimed for his own and sit down with the snacks in hand.

“so have any bets?”

“sorry?” you look at leigh puzzled.

“any bets on who’s gonna win capture the flag?”

“oh.” you follow his eyes to the scene that unfolds on the field. your coworkers in some kind of team building exercise that they are definitely too old for.

“i’m honestly not too sure.” you enjoy your snacks as you watch the game, absentmindedly offering leigh the same snacks by holding the plate in front of him. he is also is locked on to what you are watching unaware of how couple like you both look right now.

“do you think this is going to effect the weekend project?” you ask, looking back at him.

“yes, but i don’t know if it’ll be in a good way or a bad way. depends on how this ends.” he smiles back at you.

you laugh and lean on him, not evening thinking.

you only realize the mistake when you feeling leigh tense under you and you quickly pull away.

“s-sorry!”

“you don’t have you act like i am hot lava.” you chuckles a bit at you reaction.

“i didn’t want to overstep—”

“i didn’t think you were overstepping.” his eyes flicker over you facial features to try and read your emotions a bit better. you’re panicked and… flustered?

“relax okay? i just wasn’t expecting it, i don’t mind though, it is pretty chilly today.” he opens his arm for you to move into, which you do eventually with some hesitation.

he’s warm and somehow comforting. you remind yourself that this isn’t something that’s real, it’s just an act that you both have to keep up with and he seems to be better at remembering that appearances need to be maintained. you secretly pray that he doesn’t notice the flustered state he as been putting you in by doing this.

“you’re warm.”

oops.

he chuckles.

“thank you.”

“i d-didn’t mean to say that.”

“but you did.” he smiles. “which means you meant it~”

you roll your eyes at him and genuinely reconsider your feels for a spilt second in that moment.

new character rahhhhhh. i’m just hoping to get pulled out of this writing slump cause i’m lowkey starting to lose interest in this. the hyperfixation isn’t fixating. happy valentine’s day btw 🤍

.love always<3 pearl

.masterlist

[maretinelli]

SPILLED COFFEE

Lewis Hamilton X Journalist!fem!reader

Summary: On her first day covering F1, Y/n meets Lewis Hamilton in an unexpected way—by spilling coffee on him before a press conference. What starts with laughter and meeting at the Paddock soon turns into a friendship that can go beyond feelings.

Words: 5.8K+

Warnings: Nothing(??) just cute and romantic.

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar and slang mistakes that may be in the story.

MASTERLIST

It was the Spanish Grand Prix. The paddock was buzzing with the typical morning activity of a race weekend. The sky was clear, and the heat was starting to intensify, even at that hour.

Team members hurried past, engineers chatted in groups analyzing data, and journalists strategically positioned themselves to capture the best moments of the day.

Y/n, however, didn't have time to appreciate the scenery.

She walked quickly across the paddock, slinging her bag over her shoulder, which held a microphone, question sheets, and other essential equipment. In her other hand, she held a large cup of iced coffee, still untouched.

She knew exactly why she was late. Talking too much. It was an innate talent—or maybe a flaw, depending on the situation.

The friendly waitress at the coffee shop had been a great listener, and between one conversation and another, Y/n had simply lost track of time. Now, she should be in the press room, getting everything ready and waiting for the pilots who could arrive at any moment.

"Microphone, chips, recorder... It's all here, isn't it? Oh, what the hell, Y/n, why do you do this every time?"

The problem was, she wasn't really looking in front of her. The impact was unexpected.

In her haste and distraction, Y/n felt her shoulder bump against something solid - or rather, someone. The impact caused her iced coffee to fly out of her hand and splash directly onto the person's chest, staining the white fabric. The liquid ran down her impeccable shirt, creating a large brownish stain.

She quickly stepped back, trying to keep her balance so she wouldn't fall to the ground. Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just done.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't see you, I was looking at my bag and-"

The words came out in a rush, one excuse after another, as she finally looked up at the victim of her morning disaster.

Lewis Hamilton.

His sweet smile contrasted with the large coffee stain on his white Mercedes shirt. The fact that he had spilled coffee on someone was bad enough. But that someone was Lewis Hamilton, and that made it a thousand times worse.

And, as if that weren't enough, he was one of the drivers who should have been at the press conference, which was probably already starting.

"Oh no... I made you late too! I'm a mess!" She exclaimed, feeling even more guilty. "What do I do? How do I get this stain out? Is there anything in the Mercedes that can help? Or maybe-"

"Hey, hey, calm down!" Lewis laughed, interrupting her barrage of apologies. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down. "It's okay, really. It happens. I also wasn't looking where I was going because... well, I'm late too."

Relief washed over Y/n at hearing this, though the guilt was still there. She let out a small sigh and smiled, more at ease.

"Still, I'm sorry."

Lewis looked down at his shirt and shrugged, still smiling. "Don't worry, I've learned some techniques for removing stains from white shirts from my mom."

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. "So you're a pilot and a laundry expert? Impressive."

"Something like that." He joked, laughing.

His gaze then slid to her arm, where a large, colorful tattoo stood out. He pointed curiously.

"That's very beautiful. Tribute?"

Surprised by the comment, Y/n stretched out her arm, allowing him to see better. Lewis smiled as he noticed the details of the drawing.

She nodded, a nostalgic glint in her eyes. "Yeah... my dad and I did it together for my birthday. He always said we'd do something special when I turned 18. That was our special thing and..." Lewis smiled, clearly enjoying the story, but before Y/n could say anything else, reality hit. "Oh, forget it...!" She shook her head, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "I have to go, I'm really late for a meeting."

Lewis laughed at her sudden change of mood. "And I need to change clothes and go to the interview, so I guess we're even."

She took a few steps back, pointing at his shirt, grimacing guiltily. "Sorry again about that..."

Lewis just laughed, loud and genuine. "Okay, really."

They exchanged one last friendly smile before each of them went their separate ways. When Y/n turned around, she let out a sigh and smiled to herself.

She quickened her pace, now focused on finding the TV crew's photographer. The walk to him was quick, and when she arrived, she stopped in front of him, a little out of breath.

The teammate crossed his arms, his expression unimpressed. “You’re 20 minutes late.”

She smiled guiltyly, still catching her breath. "I know, I know..."

He sighed, pointing to his watch. "The interview should have started by now."

Y/n sighed, still trying to catch her breath, and quickly handed the bag to the photographer. "Sorry, really. But I'm here now, let's go."

Without wasting any more time, she began to help him prepare the camera, quickly adjusting the equipment. Once everything was ready, the two entered the large room where the press conference would take place.

Luckily for Y/n, the interview hadn’t started yet. The pilots were finishing adjusting their microphones, and the journalists were taking their places, reviewing notes and testing their equipment. She let out a long sigh of relief.

Moving quickly between other reporters and excusing herself here and there, Y/n positioned herself in the spot reserved for her team. Her name tag and company name marked her space.

Sitting down, she took her cards out of her bag and began to organize them, checking her questions. She adjusted her microphone and looked around, making sure she was ready.

The interview began with one of the journalists directing the first question to Verstappen.

"Max, you've performed well in free practice so far, but you mentioned that you were struggling a bit with the balance of the car. What have you adjusted for qualifying and how do you expect that to affect your race?"

Max leaned forward a little to answer. "Yeah, we worked really hard on it..." He began, but the buzz in the room suddenly increased.

Lewis had just arrived.

He weaved his way past the other pilots, moving with the natural confidence he always carried. "Sorry I'm late, guys," he said with a smile as he settled into his seat and adjusted his microphone.

Now he was wearing a clean, impeccable black Mercedes blouse.

As Max continued his response, Lewis looked around the room, observing the journalists who filled the first rows. It was then that his eyes found Y/n.

For a brief moment, he looked surprised. His eyes widened a little, but soon a smile formed on his face.

Y/n, who was already watching him, smiled back and discreetly pointed to her own blouse. A subtle gesture, saying: There was time to change, huh?

Lewis held back his laughter and nodded slightly, as if in confirmation.

Satisfied, Y/n looked down at her lap, where her chips were and the microphone was still turned off, waiting for the right moment to use it. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure, but a part of her couldn't help but find the coincidence of that morning meeting with Lewis amusing.

Once Max finished answering his questions, the moderator gave the floor to the next journalist. Y/n picked up her own microphone, turning it on with a soft click.

"Good morning Lewis, my question for you is about the progress of Mercedes this weekend. In free practice we saw you trying out different aerodynamic setups and, despite some balance issues, the race pace looked promising. Based on the data you gathered, what are your expectations for qualifying and the race? Do you feel you can challenge Red Bull and Ferrari here in Spain?"

Lewis listened attentively, tilting his head slightly as he processed the question. Then, he took the microphone and smiled before answering.

"Great question. I think this weekend has been interesting for us indeed. We are constantly trying to understand the car better and make improvements. Here in Spain, a traditionally technical circuit, we have been able to collect good data, especially on tyre wear and performance in long runs. We know that Red Bull and Ferrari still have an advantage, but we believe we can put ourselves in a strong position to fight on Sunday. The key will be a good qualifying, so we need to maximise every detail."

He ended his answer with a warm smile in Y/n's direction. She returned the smile and took the opportunity to ask her second question.

"Thinking about the race, the Spanish circuit has been challenging in recent years in terms of overtaking. Do you believe that the updates that Mercedes has brought can help in this aspect, giving you more confidence to attack if you start behind?"

Lewis nodded, appreciating the question.

"Yes, this has always been a tricky circuit for overtaking, so strategy and tyre management will be crucial. But yes, the updates we've brought in are very much focused on the stability of the car at high speeds and traction out of corners, so I believe that if we need to make up positions we'll have good pace to do so."

Y/n smiled, satisfied with the answers. "Thank you, Lewis." She turned off the microphone and sat in her designated chair, letting the other journalists take over the next questions.

However, without her noticing, Lewis kept his gaze on her for a few more seconds, until another question directed at him caught her attention.

The next journalist, excited, asked bluntly: "Lewis, everyone noticed you were a little late. What happened?"

He chuckled a little, lowering his head before answering. “Ah… well, there was a little mishap in the paddock on my way here.” He smiled and paused dramatically. “Apparently, coffee was spilled on my white blouse. But in the end, I was the one who apologized… because the woman who did it was definitely the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life.”

The answer took everyone by surprise. Laughter echoed around the room, some drivers teased Lewis with humorous comments, and journalists murmured among themselves.

Y/n, in turn, raised her eyebrows slightly, surprised by the statement. But soon her expression was replaced by a surprised smile and then by an amused giggle. She shook her head slightly, trying to disguise the way her face heated up at the unexpected joke.

Lewis, on the other hand, just smirked and cast a discreet glance in her direction, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

The press conference continued with a dynamic flow of questions and answers. In addition to Max and Lewis, the other two drivers present were Lando Norris and Carlos Sainz.

Y/n did a good job of directing questions to both of them, showing that she had done a thorough research job. For Lando, she asked about the improvements that McLaren had brought for that weekend and how he saw the team's evolution in the midfield battle. For Carlos, she focused on the pressure of racing at home and how that influenced his mental performance during the weekend.

They both responded sympathetically, and she managed to keep the interview going at a good pace, which was essential for someone who was running the job alone that weekend.

When the press conference finally ended, Y/n took a deep breath, feeling the weight of responsibility lift off her shoulders.

"You did really well today," his fellow photographer said as he dismantled his equipment and put his camera back in his bag.

Y/n laughed, thanking me. "Thank you. But if you knew what I did before I found you, you'd definitely be on edge."

He arched an eyebrow, curious. "What did you do?"

She held back a laugh before replying. "I spilled coffee on Lewis Hamilton."

"SO IT WAS YOU?" The photographer paused for a second before letting out a loud laugh. "You're kidding!"

"I wish." Y/n replied, laughing along. "I literally bumped into him in the paddock, spilled my entire coffee on his white shirt, kept apologizing like crazy, and he... well, he was incredibly cool about it."

Her colleague was still laughing at the scene he imagined in his head. "And he even got a compliment on the world wide web, because apparently you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his life."

Y/n shook her head, feeling her face heat up slightly. "It was just a joke, he doesn't even know me."

The photographer crossed his arms, laughing. "Joke or not, you became the highlight of the press conference."

She shrugged, still amused by it all. Then, as if speaking more to herself than to him, she commented, "But he really is very handsome... especially up close."

The colleague laughed and agreed. "Oh, that's true. The guy has an absurd presence."

With that, they finished organizing everything and moved on to other tasks for the day.

The afternoon settled in the paddock, and the characteristic buzz of the environment continued. Y/n was now sitting in the same coffee shop where, earlier, she had bought the coffee that ended up causing all the confusion.

This time, however, her attention was fully focused on her work. Her laptop was open on her desk, and sheets of notes were scattered around her. Her gaze flicked between the papers and the screen, typing quickly as she organized the press conference material and adjusted the main points for the story she needed to submit.

Even while concentrating, every now and then a small smile appeared on her lips as she remembered the scene from that morning. It was definitely not every day that someone spilled coffee on Lewis Hamilton and, on the same day, heard such praise from him.

Y/n was so focused on the computer screen, trying to organize the information and write what she would need for the article, that she didn't notice when someone approached her desk.

She was so startled that she nearly dropped everything when a large glass of iced coffee was placed next to her. She frowned in confusion, because she hadn't ordered anything since she sat down there.

She looked down at the glass, then quickly looked up, and that was when her eyes met Lewis's. He had an easy smile on his face, clearly enjoying the scare she had gotten.

"I think you need some coffee to calm down." He commented, chuckling softly.

Y/n sighed in relief and laughed. "You scared me."

Lewis shrugged, as if it wasn’t his fault. “I’m a pretty good scarer, apparently.” He pointed to the cup. “I brought you a coffee, as an apology. After all, I ended up making you lose your coffee, so I figured you deserved one on me.”

Y/n smiled, a little shyly, before shaking her head. "I'm the one who got into a fight with you. If anyone should apologize, it's me. I was late and ended up making a mess."

Lewis laughed softly, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter who was at fault.” He chuckled and leaned forward a little. “What matters is that I wanted to bring you some coffee and see you one more time.”

Those words, spoken so casually, made Y/n's cheeks flush. She looked away for a moment, trying to compose herself, before looking at him again.

Lewis then looked at the empty chair in front of him and asked with a smile, "Can I sit here?"

She smiled, feeling her heart race a little. "Sure, you can sit down."

Lewis settled into his chair, and Y/n began to gather the papers on the table, organizing them into a folder as he watched closely. He noticed that she was clearly busy with something important, so he hesitated for a moment.

"Sorry, I didn't see you were working. If you want, I can come back later." He said, his tone softer and more respectful.

Y/n shook her head, smiling softly. "It's okay. I needed a break anyway, and now is a perfect time."

Lewis smiled, watching as she closed the laptop, gathered the remaining sheets, and carefully placed them inside the folder before setting it aside.

After that, she placed the coffee cup in the center of the table, as if that was the official sign that she was, in fact, taking a break from work.

"It's brave of you to want to spend time talking to a journalist."

Lewis laughed, shaking his head. "I guess I've been through enough interviews that I don't get scared that easily."

Y/n smiled as she took a sip of her coffee.

A small silence settled between them. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it carried with it that slight tension of two people who didn't yet know each other very well.

Lewis shifted his gaze to her arm, where the colorful tattoo caught his attention once again. He pointed discreetly with his finger.

"Are you a Senna fan too?"

Y/n automatically followed his gaze to her arm and smiled, almost instinctively. "Yes, very much. My father is Brazilian, so I grew up watching races with him. Senna has always been our idol. On my 18th birthday, I decided to get this tattoo in honor of him. My father was so touched that he wanted to get one too, so we ended up going together. It was one of the most special moments of my life." She smiled. "And well, that was a loooooong time ago."

As she spoke, her eyes shone with genuine affection, and her smile had a hint of nostalgia.

Lewis felt something electrifying in his chest. Talking about Ayrton Senna always brought out something intense in him, but knowing that Y/n also admired him deeply created an instant connection between them.

"He was my childhood hero," Lewis said, his eyes taking on a special light. "I always say he was the reason I started racing. I would watch his races and be fascinated by the way he drove, the passion he put into everything... Senna was different."

Y/n nodded, smiling. "Yes... my father always said that Senna was more than a driver, he was a symbol."

"And he was right." Lewis agreed, relaxing further in his chair.

From then on, the conversation flowed naturally. They began to exchange stories about their memories related to the Brazilian idol, about iconic moments from his races and even about how Ayrton had inspired so many generations on and off the track.

The awkward atmosphere that existed before gradually dissipated, giving way to an unexpected lightness.

As they talked, Y/n raised her coffee cup to her lips from time to time, slowly sipping Lewis's unexpected gift. And for the first time that day, she didn't feel rushed at all.

••••••••••••••••••••••

It was qualifying day, and the tension in the air was palpable. The roar of engines echoed in the background as engineers ran back and forth in the pits, ensuring everything was perfect for the drivers. Fans crowded into the stands, eager to see who would secure pole position for the next day's race.

Y/n was positioned in an area near the track where journalists gathered to interview the drivers right after qualifying. Next to her, her colleague held the camera, while she adjusted the microphone. They were live for the TV crew they worked for, and she had already interviewed two drivers.

She was finishing interviewing the third, a driver who was still slightly out of breath from the effort on the track.

"Thank you for your participation, Piastri!" Y/n smiled, holding the microphone as the pilot nodded.

"Thank you." Oscar replied with a smile before quickly placing a hand on her shoulder in a brief gesture of thanks and leaving the press area.

Y/n then turned to interview the last pilot assigned to her team. As soon as she looked up, she found Lewis standing behind her, with his usual easy smile.

Before she could say anything, he placed both hands on her shoulders and gave her a brief, relaxed massage, as if he were playing to ease the tension.

"Working hard, huh?" He teased, an amused glint in his eye.

Y/n smiled, feeling her shoulders relax for a moment before shaking her head and straightening her posture. Because they were still live. "Someone has to do the hard work."

He replied, laughing before adjusting the microphone and looking at him more seriously. "Congratulations on qualifying today, Lewis. You've put yourself in a great position for the race. How did the car perform on track today?"

"Thanks! The car handled really well, I think we managed to find a good balance over the weekend. There are still a few details to fine-tune, but overall I'm pretty happy with the lap we did today."

Y/n nodded and continued: "Considering the performance of your opponents and the position you will start in tomorrow, what will be the main challenge for the race?"

Lewis smiled, clearly enjoying the interview. "I think the start will be crucial, as always. It's important to hold the position and, if possible, gain some. Tyre management will also be essential, as wear seems high at this circuit. But we are prepared to fight for the best possible result."

Y/n smiled, satisfied with the answer. "It looks like it's going to be an exciting race! Thanks for the interview, Hamilton."

He held her gaze for a moment before smiling warmly. "The pleasure was all mine. Always great to be interviewed by you."

Y/n tried to hide it, but an involuntary smile escaped her lips. Lewis noticed and his own smile widened a little more. Before walking away, he patted her affectionately on the shoulder, as if to say 'Good job.'

She watched him walk away for a moment before turning her attention back to her teammate, who was filming the whole thing with a mischievous grin on his face.

Y/n smiled at the camera, returning to her professional tone. "And that concludes our coverage of today's qualifying! Tomorrow, the drivers will be back on track for what promises to be an exciting race. Stay tuned to follow everything with us. See you then!"

Her teammate gave her a discreet nod, indicating that he had stopped recording. Once the camera was turned off, Y/n sighed in relief and let out a nervous giggle.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this alone," she confessed, turning off the microphone.

His friend just smiled. "You studied hard for this, Y/n. Now's your chance to enjoy the view from this side." He made a wide gesture with his hand, as if showing the entire paddock in front of them.

She laughed, shaking her head, but she knew he was right. She was here, covering an event by herself, and she was doing well.

Together they began to pack up their equipment and walked around the paddock, chatting casually. That's when Y/n felt a hand land lightly on her shoulder. Turning around, she found Lewis smiling at her.

"Hey," he said, relaxed.

"Hey," she replied with an automatic smile.

His colleague looked from Lewis to Y/n, arching his eyebrows with a mischievous smile before taking a step back.

"Well, I'm going. I need to get back to the hotel and prepare myself emotionally for a date later."

Y/n laughed. "It'll be okay. See you tomorrow morning here at the paddock."

He winked at her and left, leaving Y/n and Lewis alone.

When she turned back to the pilot, she noticed that he looked a little nervous. His smile didn't have the same confidence it usually had.

"Can I play journalist now and ask you a question?"

Y/n laughed at the comment. "Sure."

Lewis hesitated for a second before asking, "Do you... have a boyfriend, fiancé, or husband?"

Y/n frowned for a moment, holding back a laugh at the direct way he asked.

Lewis noticed and laughed a little too, shaking his head. "I mean... do you have someone? Any plans?"

"No, I don't have anyone." She tilted her head, crossing her arms. "Why?"

Lewis smiled, running his hand over the back of his neck, looking a little less confident than usual. "Because I wanted to ask you out to dinner sometime."

She blinked in surprise, and then a smile grew on her face. Her heart raced a little, but in a good way.

"Ah..." She chuckled softly, feeling a wave of heat rise in her chest. "Yes, I would love to."

Lewis smiled broadly and with relief. "Great! Great..."

Y/n laughed when she noticed his slight hesitation. It was funny to see the seven (eight) times world champion like that.

"But I know you're busy right now." He continued, lightly gesturing to the notepad in her hand. "And I also need to get back to the garage to talk to the engineers. We'll talk then!"

"Yeah, I have some stuff to finish." She agreed, still smiling.

They shared one last look before Y/n took a step back, walking away. But before she could get too far, she heard Lewis call her name.

“Y/n!”

She turned, seeing him take a few quick steps towards her.

"Your phone number!"

"You almost forgot the most important part." She laughed.

"Yeah, I almost let it go." He joked, taking his cell phone out of his pocket.

Y/n started to say the numbers while Lewis typed them into his phone, saving the contact with a satisfied smile.

"I'll send you a message. And then we'll arrange a day."

"Ok."

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

They exchanged one last smile before saying goodbye for good. Y/n continued on her way through the paddock, but this time she couldn't keep the smile off her face. They acted like two silly teenagers in love in high school.

The weeks passed in the blink of an eye, and the relationship between Y/n and Lewis became something natural, part of their routine. If they didn't see each other in person, they were exchanging messages, sending funny photos or calling to tell each other the news of the day. Even the silliest things became a reason for long conversations.

Y/n🩷: Lewis, I need a serious opinion.

Lew❤️: Send it.

Y/n🩷: If I buy these pants, do you think I'll look like an 80-year-old lady going to buy bread?

The message Y/n sent was accompanied by a photo of her in the mirror, trying on the item of clothing.

Lew❤️: It depends. Are you going to buy bread?

Y/n🩷: LEWIS!

What about connections? They became frequent. If Lewis was in a different time zone, he would still find a way to at least send an audio message or wait for Y/n to wake up to call.

"What do you think of this cookie? Is it good?" Y/n was at the market, shopping while Lewis was on a break from one of his workouts and on the phone with her.

"I don't like it very much. But my mom and nephews love it!! Take it and try it." He smiles from the other side of the phone screen. Y/n smiles and puts the food package in the shopping cart.

And for weeks, with messages, phone calls and random photos exchanged, they still tried to find a free day so they could both go out to the pilot's promised dinner. Their schedules never managed to synchronize with each other, but for now they were content with the friend zone they were in.

But not for long.

Another race weekend had begun and, before everyone went about their business, Lewis arranged to meet Y/n at a café inside the paddock.

Sitting at a table on the porch, he wore sunglasses and looked at his cell phone, seemingly focused. The atmosphere was pleasant, and he was enjoying the moment of calm before the chaos of the day began.

And then he was caught off guard when a loud crash echoed across the table.

He almost dropped his cell phone in shock, and when he looked at the table he saw a pile of papers spread across the top, accompanied by a glass full of milky tea.

He pushed up his glasses, frowning. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed, blinking at the panting figure in front of him.

Y/n threw herself into the chair, letting out a long sigh before blurting out, "I'm going to be a teacher!"

"What exactly does that mean?" Lewis frowned, puzzled.

Y/n rested both elbows on the table, looking directly at him. "Apparently, a professor from the University of London is going on maternity leave. She teaches journalism..." She began, picking up one of the papers and rolling it between her fingers. "And so, the director of the course asked me to replace her for at least a year."

"Really?" Lewis's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Yes. I studied at the same university and, according to him, I have a great resume, both as a student and now as a professional." She laughed a little, shaking her head. "Little does he know that I slept through every sociology class."

"You? Sleeping in class?" Lewis chuckled.

"I would always sit in the back and pretend to write something down." He admitted with a shrug.

"And you accepted the offer?"

"I accept!!" He replied with a small smile. "I like a challenge. I love my job here, especially now as the station's main journalist. But I think it will be fun to teach a bunch of annoying teenagers."

Lewis laughed, shaking his head. "They won't be THAT boring. And honestly, you're going to be an amazing teacher."

Y/n smiled at his words, but soon saw Lewis's curious expression as he looked at the glass next to her.

"Wait a... What's wrong today?" He narrowed his eyes. "You're drinking tea, not coffee."

She laughed, picking up the cup and taking another sip. "I'm nervous about this whole teaching thing. Coffee would just make me more anxious, so I ordered tea." Y/n paused, wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "But it's horrible. Milk tea is the worst thing ever invented."

Lewis rolled his eyes, laughing, before taking the cup of tea from Y/n. "Just because I'm a gentleman, we can trade." He said, handing her the cappuccino that was sitting next to him.

Y/n smiled and accepted the cup, taking a sip before sighing contentedly. "Now that's life. For a moment there, I thought I was going to have to sue this coffee shop for emotional damages."

"You're very dramatic." Lewis laughed, shaking his head.

Silence hung between the two for a moment. Y/n turned her head, looking at the track in the distance, the wind subtly messing up her hair. Lewis, without realizing it, began to admire her, his eyes focused on her serene expression.

Without taking his eyes off her, he rested his face in his hands.

"Well... since you're leaving and we won't see each other around here for a few months... do you want to go out with me today?"

Y/n turned to face him, an amused expression appearing on her face. "Um, I don't know, I have to check my schedule..." She said, pretending to be thoughtful. "But maybe I have a little space for you."

Lewis let out a laugh.

"Look, I'm honored to have been considered," he replied, joining in the fun.

She laughed, shaking her head, before finally saying, "Yeah, I'll go out with you."

Lewis smiled broadly, and then began talking about his plans for the evening. Y/n just listened to him, smiling, watching the excitement with which he described everything.

The previous weeks of texts, phone calls and quick meetings in the paddocks had brought them closer than they could have imagined. It was in the small details that they realized they were in love.

The way Lewis smiled when he saw Y/n's name appear on his phone screen. The way she laughed at his jokes, even the bad ones. The comfort they found in each other, without needing much effort.

And that night, everything seemed to fall into place.

Night fell, and Lewis picked her up from her hotel. He took her to a private restaurant tucked away among the charming streets of the Austrian city. The atmosphere was sophisticated yet welcoming.

They ate, talked, laughed. Every detail seemed perfect, and neither of them wanted the night to end.

Lewis walked her back to the hotel, walking beside her through the hallways. When they stopped in front of Y/n's room door, for a moment, they just looked at each other the connection between the two was palpable, something that already existed before that meeting, but which now seemed even more intense.

The pilot approached slowly, his eyes fixed on hers, waiting for any sign of hesitation. But Y/n just smiled softly, her heart racing.

It was then that he kissed her.

The touch was soft at first, a delicate brush of lips, as if testing something they already knew would be right. But soon the kiss deepened, hot and enveloping, loaded with all the weeks of pent-up feelings. Lewis's hands slid to Y/n's waist, while she grabbed the collar of his coat, pulling him closer. And when they separated, they both smiled, as if they understood that this was just the beginning.

And the days passed, and the meetings between them became frequent.

When Y/n started teaching, her routine became even busier, but she always found time to call Lewis, telling him about every detail of her day.

"My students called me 'Miss Y/n' today. I'm feeling old."

"Welcome to the club."

She laughed out loud, throwing her head back a little. "And how was training?"

Lewis smiled as he heard her voice on the other end of the line, leaning against the headboard of the bed. "Not bad. But now I can only think of your voice calling me 'Mr. Hamilton' to see what it's like."

"It won't happen."

The two laughed, and the conversation went on until late.

Whenever he could, Lewis would go to London to spend a few days with her. They would explore the city together, go out for dinner, stay home and watch movies, and simply enjoy each other's company.

Until, one night, something unexpected happened.

Y/n was in the kitchen, preparing dinner while talking non-stop about some student who had asked a completely absurd question in class. Lewis listened to her with a smile on his face, leaning against the counter.

In the middle of a sentence, she noticed he was unusually quiet.

"You're not even listening, are you?" He teased, turning to face him.

And then she saw it. Lewis was standing there, holding a small velvet box open, and inside it, an engagement ring glinted in the kitchen light. And in that moment, she knew the answer without even having to think. Yes.

[madamedulac]

Betrayal.

Synopsis: A familiar set of purple eyes stared back into her own colored ones. But instead of happiness and joy crawling and bursting through her very core, all she felt was the utter and overwhelming feeling of complete betrayal.

Tags: sfw; ANGST; hurt; mild spoilers for homecoming wings ig?

Author’s Note: the mcs reaction to finding out caleb was still alive was lacking imo. so in order to appease my own annoying self, i decided to do my own take with that whole thing. this is my first fic after a LONG, LONG while so im sorry if it’s kinda ass lol. i’m also ESL so i apologize in advance if there’s any mistakes, i tried my best to proofread this.

Word count: 1.7k words

Ao3 / OST

There was a part of her that died that day. 

When that door closed in on her. When that explosion followed suit; its flame burned not only her skin, but so did the other half of her soul. She wished she also died in that fiery hell that consumed the only family she ever knew. 

But as fate liked to play a cruel joke on her, she was left to mourn and let the loneliness of surviving such tragedy comfort her in the nights their—his—memories haunted her dreams. 

The constant reminder of what she had lost laid consistently close to her heart. Its metal chains absorbed the heat from her skin, like it was alive, like it was his very heart that stayed close to her. 

『 When U Come Back. 』

Those were the words that are inscribed on its surface. It was a promise. A reminder that he will always return to their house, to their home, to her. He never broke his promise. She always reveled at that fact. He will always come back to her. That even if he was injured and crawling, he will do what it takes to return to his home.

In the sea of people that surrounded her on a day to day basis, he was the only one she could trust to keep his word. 

He was her only truth. 

“If you understand the situation, then let’s go ahead and have a nice chat.” 

The ringing in her ears was deafening but so did the loud hammering of her heart within her chest. Standing before her was a familiar face. Yet the warmth that was always flickering and present in his eyes was gone. Instead, what she saw in those purple irises was a coldness that she was unaccustomed to, at least when it came to him. 

“… Caleb?” His name left her lips before she could even comprehend it. 

Instead of giving her a reassuring smile like he always did, the man frowned. “Show some respect to the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel.” He said in a strict tone. 

Colonel. 

A title she had never expected to be bestowed upon him. It was so imposing. So daunting. So not him. This man in this intimidating uniform and glaring at her with a coldness she has never seen in his face could never be her Caleb.

There was no way. 

She wanted to say more. She wanted to ask him if he really was Caleb. To ask why he looked like her Caleb. But the words were stuck in her throat and the mixture of confusion and suddenly being hyper aware of where she was made her press her mouth in a thin line.

“There’s more than one pair of eyes observing you in this room, so I suggest you watch your mouth.” The man wearing her childhood friend’s face said. She immediately caught on to what he was implying and her eyes darted to the camera behind him. 

There was an ache that was slowly forming in her heart but she pushed it aside and opted to hide it behind a wall.

It was like a switch had been flipped. The distress that marred her face seconds ago was replaced with a blank one. She bravely stared back at the imposing figure before her. 

The doctor who examined her when she was small called it a coping mechanism of sorts. It is her own way of keeping everyone at arm's length when things get overwhelming. Even Josephine was not immune with how she quickly shuts her emotions down and hides away in her little corner.

But there was only one person who was an exception to this rule.

Someone who she could always confide in. Someone who she was not afraid to tell how she truly felt and never fear any judgement whatsoever. Someone who she knows would whollfully accept her, irregardless of her character flaw and her ever so changing moods. 

‘And that someone is already dead.’ The voice in her head whispered. 

The way the Colonel’s eyes twitched at her sudden change didn’t escape her but the woman merely overlooked such detail.

That is not him. That is not your Caleb. The voice reminded her. 

“Let’s get started then,” the man walked closer and grabbed the gun that was hanging on her hip. “This is both an interrogation and a thorough inspection. If you understand that then answer me.” He said as he threw the gun to the nearby table. 

“I understand, sir.” She replied, almost robotically. In a sense, this mission was indeed perfect for her. There were probably only a few within the hunter association who could turn off her emotions as quickly as she does. 

The expression on the Colonel’s face was unreadable as his fingers latched onto the necklace that was hanging around her neck. The frown was still there, but there was something else that was brewing behind his purple irises. 

“… it belonged to someone from my childhood.” She didn’t know what prompted her to talk but the words were flowing out of her mouth before she could realize. “He died in an explosion. Like the one in the Cascade District.” I miss him. She bit her tongue before she could utter those last three words. 

His eyes once again found hers and she saw a flash of emotion that almost made her believe this could be the same person who she gifted this necklace to.

But he was not.

She told herself he was not.

After all, he would be last person to ever betray her in that way. Her Caleb would never make her believe he was dead and let her suffer through that grief alone.

Never her Caleb.

The woman merely balled her hands in tight fists so that her resolve wouldn’t falter. 

That is not your Caleb. 

The succeeding interrogation came almost like a blur. She barely remembered the questions that he asked her. The ringing in her ears was loud and deafening and her answers were practiced and calculated. She had always been good with bullshitting her way out of things. It worked on most people. It worked on Josephine. It worked on her friends. 

But there was always an exception to that rule. 

That is not your Caleb. 

“This is your last chance.” He said threateningly, pointing the device closer to her throat. He called it a Mood Tracker but she wouldn’t be surprised if it was a device that could easily severe the artery on her neck.

The Colonel might kill her. That was such a frightening thought and she doesn’t doubt it. Not for a bit.

Steeling herself, the woman kept her eyes glued to the man. “… I don’t know anything.” She replied. She lied.

The device continued to beep loudly and seemed to reach its peak before it was subtly cut off the person holding it. His thumb pressed on the switch swiftly, practiced, and would’ve easily missed by anyone not standing close to them.

“You passed.” He declared.

Behind him, the camera made a clicking sound before it completely shut off.

The cold expression he wore melted away and suddenly she found herself looking at the familiar warmth that had surrounded her all throughout her life.

A breath escaped her mouth as the man straightened his posture and the restraint on her wrists was loosened. “… You.” Was all that she could utter.

Smiling, he tossed the Mood Tracker next her discarded gun. “Surprised?” He said, seemingly unaware of the emotion that was rising up her throat. Or perhaps he did saw it and was very much aware of it. Perhaps he was just refusing to acknowledge it. He was never the type to miss any emotion that she wore on her face. “Sure it’s been a while, but you already forgot about me?”

And suddenly, the mask that she wore all throughout that interrogation broke.

A pool of tears had quickly formed in her eyes and blurred his image, of this man, who she had been convincing herself to be not the same person she had mourned for the past year.

This man…

She heard him say her name, worry heavy on his tone. She almost wanted to laugh. But the tears were not stopping. “Did I scare you?” He asked as he held her face in his hands.

It felt rough. The leather gloves felt foreign in her skin, almost like it was mocking her. His touch as she remembered was warm and comforting. Like the touch of the summer sun after a heavy storm. That was what he was to her. Her summer.

That was the Caleb she remembered.

She wanted to laugh. To scream. To punch this man who wore that expression she was so familiar with. But no words were forming on her tongue.

All she felt was an indescribable anguish. Of pain. Of pity.

Pity for herself.

For that woman who stood by his grave and let the rain soak her entire form, hoping that it somehow gives her bleeding heart the comfort it so desperately needed. For that woman who clung onto his remaining set of clothing and held onto it until she fell asleep, hoping that it would be him cradling her the moment she wakes up.

Her cries echoed loudly inside the interrogation room but she no longer cared.

Perhaps, she thought, it would annoy him or his subordinates and they finally put a bullet through her skull. Perhaps that would’ve been ideal. Perhaps with death, it would finally end this nightmare.

She heard him say something but the sound of her broken heart and the heaviness of his betrayal made her deaf to his words. She wanted to push him off, to punch him, to spit on him.

But the reality of what he had done weighed heavy on her body, rendering her unable to form any coherent thought.

She didn’t protest when he hooked his arms under her knees and carry her off the chair. He swiftly maneuvered their position so that he would be the one sitting down and her being closely held on his arms. It was almost like an instinct when she curled closer into his touch, like she wanted to be one with his skin. To be one with him.

He smelled so familiar.

So like her Caleb.

“… you traitor.” Was all that she could managed to whisper in anger.

She felt his grip on her arms tighten but he didn’t say anything. Merely nuzzling into her hair and pulling him even closer into his chest, like he was scared to lose her.

“You traitor…” that was all that she could say.

———

a/n: happy valentines y’all. can’t believe lads and caleb managed to get me out of my retirement from writing. smh. sorry if this is lacking, it’s genuinely been a while since i wrote something. wwww

[hiraizyo]

two worlds apart.

pairing: manon bannerman x female reader

synopsis — being a daughter to a duke and duchess, manon knew she had little to no say as to who she would end up with. that didn’t stop her from seeking out others, specifically you, the daughter of a barman, whom she had become completely enthralled by. the only problem? you were of different social status to manon, and oh, what a scandal it would be if anyone were to find out.

tags — fluff, angst, suggestive, slight nsfw, forbidden love, royalty!au, lady!manon, commoner!yn, secret relationship

now playing: astronomy, conan gray

a/n: icl i don’t understand how i haven’t written for manon before like i have SOOO MANY ideas for her 😔😔 there is somewhat of an attempt at old english to fit the time period but the language is still kind of modern fyi. i hope you enjoy, sorry for any typos or spelling mistakes !

++ inspired by this ask. i apologize for taking so long, i’m also kissing the brick gently… before throwing it </3

manon’s laughter was bright and full of life, her giggles like music to your ears as her fingers tangled with yours and pulled you along with her. the wind whipped past your face, cold air of the nightlife briskly kissing your skin while your legs carried you in urgency, trying to keep up with the ghanaian woman. her curls bounced as she ran, much further ahead of you, the only thing keeping you attached to her was the grip she had on you.

it wasn’t just the sight of manon that had your heart racing, but also the adrenaline rushing through your veins from sneaking out into the night, your only chance of being able to see her.

you had lost count of how many times you’d done this before, though now you were much better skilled than when you and manon first began your relationship. you knew when to leave the house, which route was best to take for your shared secret place, how to be discreet with your stares when out in public.

“darling,” you called out, smiling at her. “why are you making such haste?”

manon looked back briefly. “why are you not?” she countered, flashing you a teasing grin.

a couple more steps was taken before manon stopped, her breathing heavy, as was yours. she yanked you down with her to the ground, falling back together on the grass in a fit of laughter, facing the starry sky.

“this is our one night together before i am to leave for the countryside.” she turned to face you, staring at your side. “i wish for it to be special.”

propping yourself on your elbow, you were slightly leaning over manon, looking down at her. “every moment spent together is special, my darling.”

she shuffled closer so that she was tucked below your arm, her smile soft and dashing. manon reached out to caress your cheek, thumb grazing over the cheekbone and leaned up to press her lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

the kiss was short lived, and when yours eyes fluttered open once again, nothing would have prepared you for the sight that resided in front of you.

you grinned, “have i ever told you how utterly gorgeous you are?” gripping onto her hand that rested on your cheek, you placed a kiss against it.

“you flatter me, ms. yn.” manon replied, her voice teasing, yet at the same time knowing.

“but it is true!” you declared, arching a brow at her. manon hummed as you continued. “i believe even the gods weep at your beauty.”

manon let out a loud laugh, though her heart stuttered in her chest. she couldn’t contain the smile that was battling to break free, her teeth grazing the soft flesh of her bottom lip.

“oh hush,” she tittered, and dragged her finger down from your nose until it reached your lips, tapping it twice. “you ought to put that mouth of yours to better use.”

you eyes danced over the soft features of her face, gazing from her dilated pupils to the curve of her nose, from the corner of her mouth to her exposed neck. you smiled gently, leaning forward, close enough that she felt your breath on her.

“as you wish, my lady.”

silencing manon with another kiss, your hand found its way to the small of her back while hers cupped your cheek once again. she kissed you back with vigor, her tongue dipping inside your mouth. you moaned as she let out a breathless sigh, your kisses traveling across her jaw and down to her neck. she leaned back, allowing you to have better access, and pulled on your hair tightly when she felt your teeth nip her skin.

you planted open mouth kisses across her collarbones, while your hand traveled lower, quickly and messily pushing the frills of her dress away. dipping your hand between her legs, slick wetness coated your fingers. the cream coloured material was quickly bunched in your tight grip as you moved to positioned yourself between her now bent knees, kissing the inside of her thighs, traveling to where she needed you most. the last thing you had seen before going beneath her dress was manon’s head thrown back, her gasps echoing around you as she lost herself in the ecstasy.

a while later, after manon had calmed down from her post orgasm bliss, she watched as you resurfaced, licking your lips clean. you hung above her, arm on either side of her and harshly kissed her for the third time. her fingers trailed over the back of your neck, pulling you down until your body pressed against hers.

when you’d finally separated from one another, you shuffled around, laying sideways, and settled to rest your head in her lap, silently counting the stars. manon sat up and leaned back on her hands, facing upwards with her eyes closed as she basked in the moment with you, a warmth encompassing her.

the cool temperature of the night provided great relief to the heat of your skin. it was quiet, the only sound being howls hooting from nearby trees.

“for how long will you be gone?”

manon looked down at you, regretfully. “i am not certain, a week or two.” she announced, moving her one hand from the grass to rake through your hair. “father has business to take care of, but he still wants the family to be together.”

you nodded, leaning into her touch. a soft exhale left you from the soothing sensation of her nails against your scalp. “i must confess a week away from you is too torturous for one to bear.”

“surely your heart can take it.” manon teased, her lips curved into a smile. she twirled a few strands of your hair around her finger.

“it cannot,” you uttered, staring at her longingly. “my heart calls your name.”

manon’s breath hitched in her throat. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you shower her with romantic words, but each time you did, she could feel herself falling deeper and deeper.

“as does mine,” she admitted, her smile widening. her voice then lowered into a whisper, “i will be back before you know it.”

you looked up at her, wetting your lips with a swipe of your tongue. “i love you, more than you will ever know.”

the warmth that engulfed manon was unlike any other as she repeated the words back to you. your hand traveled up to where hers was, linking your fingers together and squeezed. your eyes shone with affection as manon squeezed back, a silent promise that you’d be together once again.

the days without manon had proven to be difficult. they were slow, almost lacking life. you busied yourself with helping your mother around the house, taking care of your younger brother, and assisted your father at his bar. though it was frowned upon for a woman to be seen working, you endured the strange looks of the many lords and other men that occupied the place.

you kept careful watch of how long it’d been since manon left. seven nights had passed already, and you ached for her more than ever. the longest you’d been apart was three days, courtesy of the ghanaian’s lack of free time and the many balls she had to attend.

it was nightfall and you found yourself sitting at the window seat, a forgotten book in hand. the glass showed your reflection, but your eyes were on the moon above. the only thing that brought you comfort was knowing that somewhere, out there, manon was staring too.

with a sigh, you shut the book closed and shoved it back into the bookcase between the others. you walked into the chambers of your room, and with a heavy heart, willed yourself to fall asleep.

the following day, you repeated everything that you’d been doing from the start of the week. the only difference was a letter had been delivered to you once you reached home later that night. the stamp of the bannerman seal was on the flap of the envelope. you peeled apart the sealing wax, opening it hastily, taking out the piece of paper with rushed hands. manon’s handwriting was neat, only three words present.

nightfall. bannerman manor.

— m.

your eyes glistened with unshed tears. finally, after so long, you’d be able to see her.

it wasn’t long before you were out the house, sneakily closing the door and ventured out into the night. though you were confused as to why manon requested you at her place, it didn’t stop you from taking the journey.

carefully, you trudged along the outskirts of the manor, attentive as to not get caught by the surrounding guards. it was dark, so dark that you had to squint your eyes tightly in order to see.

manon was close by, she’d snuck passed the servants of the manor, quiet as a mouse. once near the gates, she quickly caught sight of you from the silhouette of your movements and the crunching of leaves beneath your feet. slowly, manon approached you from behind, tapping your shoulder.

you jumped from fight, a gasp escaping you. you turned around, with widened eyes and a fearful heart that you’d been caught. manon clamped a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, her own eyes shining with mischief. she then glanced around to be sure no one had heard you.

you sighed in relief, shoulders slumping forward. with a delicate touch, you peeled manon’s hand away from your mouth, a short, breathless laugh of nervousness leaving you. she tangled your fingers together, and turned to walk back in the direction she’d come from. you knitted your eyebrows together, out of both confusion and fear, but manon only placed a finger against her lips, telling you to be silent.

she took one last look to be sure that no one was around to see you and her, and pulled you along with her. you followed meekly, almost stumbling over your own feet.

the inside of the manor had you looking around in astonishment, the tall walls and intricate designs of white and gold were beautiful. you’d never seen anything like, the pure admiration on your face caused manon to giggle, finding your shock humorous.

soon, you’d made your way to her room.

the door shut behind her, and manon leaned her back against it, beaming at you. still with panic in set in your body, your frightened voice was heard in the dimly lit room, a candle burning in the corner.

“what is this?” you hissed, “why are we here?”

“is that how you greet someone you’ve missed dearly?” manon tilted her head to the side, a fire dancing about in her eyes.

you blinked, “no, but this is far too dangerous!” gesturing to the door, you hinted at what lurked behind it. “what if someone had seen us?”

manon paid no mind to your frantic state. she took prolonged, deliberate steps toward you, a smirk set in place. when she finally reached you, her pointer finger ran along the edge of your jaw, almost as if she was taunting you.

“kiss me.”

your voice shook, “manon—”

“i saw you today,” she flicked her gaze up to your eyes. “with a girl awfully close to you.” manon quickly retracted her finger, like she had been burned, and it felt as if her hand was never there at all. “is that what you do when i’m not here? entertain others?”

as you took in her words, you noticed the tinge of aggression. they had a sharp bite to them, and the way manon’s body was rigid told you all that you needed to know.

she was jealous.

it was a sight you liked far too much for you to admit.

you stepped closer, head dipping down. “i belong to you entirely.”

manon’s eyes connected with yours, her stare so intense that it had your insides tingling. her voice was husky, “is that so?”

“i swear it.” you mumbled, leaning in further. your hand gripped her waist, the layer of fabric being on the only thing keeping you from feeling your skin against hers.

manon tilted her head up to meet your lips in a featherlight kiss, her lips barely brushing against yours. you pulled away, your other hand sweeping your knuckles across her cheek.

“i dreamt of you while you were away.” you confessed, the tenderness in your voice a stark contrast to the tension between you and manon.

she tugged you closer by your neck, “now there is no need to dream any longer.”

whatever else you wanted to say was stuffed down as manon pressed a rough kiss to your lips. you stumbled back from the force, furrowing your eyebrows as you kissed her passionately.

she trailed her hand down to your ribcage, holding it tightly. her other hand held was placed on your ribcage as well, as she pushed you back until you collided with the dresser in her room. the wooden furniture knocked against the wall, the sound loud and rattled around the room.

manon’s lips were bruised by the time she moved her attention to your neck, while you fought with every bit of strength left in you not to rip the back strings of her dress, desperate to feel her. a soft moan slipped out your mouth as manon littered kisses over your skin, feeling your throat bob up and down you as swallowed. your hands made a mess of her curls, bringing her back up to connect your lips once again, teeth harshly clashing against one another.

unbeknownst to you and manon, her lady’s maid stood behind the door, listening in. a hand covered her mouth, the impure sounds she’d heard frightening her.

two days came and went.

that morning, manon felt as if something dark was lingering in the air, awaiting her presence. it wasn’t until she’d been called in to her father’s study when the ball finally dropped.

“tell me it is not true.” her father said, back turned to her.

the last thing manon expected when she stepped into the room was for him to bring you up. now, standing with her head down, eyes trained to the floor, she shuddered at the coldness in her father’s voice.

“it is merely a fantasy of hers.” manon replied. her hands were shaking, so she gripped them together and hid them behind her back.

her father turned around to face, his stare was hard. “you mean to call your lady’s maid a liar?”

“no!” she shrieked, tone fearful. “i-i only meant that perhaps she was… mistaken.”

manon watched as her father chuckled bitterly, and she felt a chill run down her spine. she turned her head to the side, not being able to hold her fathers dark gaze.

“mistaken? i hardly think so.” he commented, and manon felt as if she’d been cut with a blade.

she gulped down her nerves. “you take her word over mine, father?”

“your word means nothing!” he bellowed out. his face contorted into one of anger, pointing a finger at her. “if she is correct in her claims, we cannot have you bring shame upon this family, manon.”

manon had half a mind to find her lady’s maid and strip her of her job, but she stayed rooted to her spot, unable to move.

silence hung heavy in the air, it weighed on her body like a rock.

the scrapping of a chair’s legs rang in manon’s ears. her father sat down at his desk, his hands folded together. he took in a deep breath, and shut his eyes, but manon could tell this was nowhere near the end of their conversation.

“so, which is it?” he asked, and waved his hand out. slowly, his words left his mouth, falling like acid rain on manon’s skin. “tell me, or i shall have your lover slayed before your eyes.”

“you can’t!” she gasped. manon’s knees began to feel weak, she stumbled towards the desk, gripping onto the dark brown table. her eyes pleaded with him, tears threatening to fall.

manon’s father was rarely a cruel man, but as she looked into his eyes, they had an icy glare in them. her father stared at her menacingly, and she choked on her breath, feeling as if her airflow was being constricted.

“you can’t…” she whimpered brokenly, her voice lost in her throat. “please, father!”

tears leaked from her eyes, wetting her cheeks. she swiped her tongue over her lip, tasting the saltiness. as she silently begged him, her father never wavered, his jaw tense and locked.

the reality of the situation dawned on her.

manon had your life in her hands.

as if threatening you was not enough, her father’s voice was heard again, ripping all of her happiness from her brittle hands.

“you will marry lord martin’s son, and you will do so without any argument. he is a fine, suitable man, and this is the last i ever hear of that girl.”

the loud and heavy stomping of the dark brown horse was nothing compared to beating of manon’s heart. it was harsh against her ribcage, feeling as it would jump out at any moment.

cold wind whipped against her cheeks, blowing past her ears as it whistled around her. she yanked on the ropes, instructing the stallion to go faster, hooves hitting hard on the ground.

you were soon in manon’s vision, your back facing her as you took in the fresh air of the night. she slowed down the horse until it trotted your way, and she quickly dismounted it, tying the rope around a tree.

“my love.” you called upon seeing her, reaching to wrap your arms around her once she was close.

manon mustered up a smile and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, her fingers intertwining with yours. she gazed up at you, though you could tell there was something wrong, the crease in her eyebrows evident of that.

“what is that matter?” you asked, cupping her cheek softly.

manon shook her head and attempted to smile again, “nothing to fret about.” she replied, taking her hands in yours and kissed your knuckles.

her hands were smooth in comparison to your rough and dirty ones. you chuckled lightly, easily being able to see through her.

“you take me for a fool?” you quipped, raising a brow. manon sighed and leaned her head against your shoulder, falling into you.

“no.” she murmured, her lips touching your skin caused goosebumps to arise.

you ran a hand over her head, all the way down to back of her neck and rested your hand there. manon could feel the agony in her heart, knowing she had to tell you of her fathers plan to have her wed lord martin’s son. her breath hitched in her throat.

“yn, i—” she began, stopping herself.

it was difficult to hear with her head stuffed into your neck, so you placed both hands on her forearms and pulled her away. the tears that gathered below her eyes alarmed you, curiosity now settling in your chest.

“what is it?” you asked her.

manon breathed shakily, her eyes meeting with yours.

slowly and with deep sadness, she opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. manon couldn’t bare to break the news to you, but she knew she would have to eventually.

“i am to be married in three weeks.”

what?

your eyes widened, body going stiff.

manon sensed the stillness of your movements, taking in a sharp breath and shuddered. she hastily grabbed at your hands, her eyes frantic.

“my father, he—” she said, pausing at the fear she felt after the night in the office. “he hreatened to have you killed. i couldn’t let you die!”

shaking off the stunned feeling, you swallowed heavily and pulled up one of manon’s hands to press it against your chest. beneath her palm, manon could feel your heart beating. it was steady, a reminder that you were still alive and breathing. you needed to calm her down.

“shh, hey, it’s alright.” you whispered, trying to derail the situation. “i am here, i’m alive.”

you brows were knitted together as you stared deep in manon’s eyes. tears freely rolled down her cheeks, no longer being able to contain her emotions, sanity quickly slipping away.

“i don’t want to leave you.” she whimpered, her voice cracking.

at her vulnerable state, your own tears began to well in your eyes. you blinked them away, trying to stay strong for the both of you, but it was difficult when you felt as if you were being ripped apart.

you hushed her once again when she began to murmur under her breath, a mess of words and syllables that sounded foreign to your years.

it was a rare sight to see manon so defeated.

you took in a gasped breath, your voice lost. manon was quick to pull you against her, wrapping her arms around your midsection, holding you close to her as her mind ran a mile a minute, swirling with thoughts of how your relationship would survive.

she wasn’t thinking clearly, her judgement clouded by heartbeat and the unfairness of having to marry someone she did not love.

manon wouldn’t let this be the end.

she pulled away quick, her words falling out in a tumble. “we will run away— together! we can find a place, somewhere we can be free.”

her eyes were hopeful. it broke your heart even further to deny her of her solutions.

you shook your head violently, “no.” the shake in your voice contrasted with the somewhat firm answer. manon stared at you in disbelief, her eyes held a hint of betrayal.

you cupped her cheeks, “there is nothing i desire more than to have you, and i did. for a little while.” you admitted softly, pressing your foreheads against one another. “but i cannot ask you to break your family’s heart over me.”

manon was no longer feeling that sadness, instead she was angry, livid, at how easy it was for you to give the relationship up. her breathing quickened, putting some distance between you and her, her hand gesturing around the air.

she narrowed her eyes, “so instead we should suffer?”

“it is the sensible thing to do.” you told her, now finding the strength to harden your voice.

you knew from the very start of your relationship it would end at some point. after all, it was against social norms for someone of manon’s prestige to be with you, and it was even worse for it to be two women. and though it broke your heart to do this, you couldn’t let manon suffer the repercussions of going against her father.

“but i love you!” she shouted, vision blurry. “i love you, and i want— i want us to be together.”

your heart broke further from the desperation in her voice, seeing manon visually spiraling, clawing at the remnants of what once was.

you took a step towards her, pressing your lips against hers in an earth-shattering kiss. your brows furrowed together as you poured every ounce of emotion into the kiss. manon grasped her hands to your waist, her grip tight, fingers digging into your sides.

she breathed heavily, tear stained cheeks glistening in the moonlight as your own tears finally fell.

you hugged her close, setting your chin atop her head. “i know it is hard, but you must—” manon’s head vigorously shook in your chest. “you must do this, okay?”

manon let out a sob, the sound caused for your heart to shatter even more.

“my darling.” you mumbled, “my beautiful, beautiful manon.” pressing another kiss to her lips, you placed her hand over your chest once again. “you will forever be here.”

the cry that left manon was so strong it could shake the world. her lips quivered, shoulders slumping forward.

“my heart calls your name.” she told you brokenly, the words like a chant that reminded you you’d always have these memories to look back on.

“mine too,” a sob now ripped from your throat. “it always will.”

you fell into one another, once again desperately holding onto each other for dear life. your rough hands were gripped tightly, and she squeezed her arms to press your closer against her.

it hurt to let her go, but you had to, for her own safety and yours.

you needed to.

your breathing went shallow, almost as if the sharp edges of your broken heart were scraping against your lungs. the physical pain was evident on your face, tears never ending.

“now, leave.” you announced, looking up at the starry sky. “if you stay any longer… i may never let you go.”

manon bit down her lip so hard it drew blood, the effort it took to let you go was the most difficult thing she’d ever done.

she made quick work of untying the rope and mounting the animal, riding off into the dark night, a piece of her being left with you. as you watched manon ride away on her horse, you felt yourself finally crumble, succumbing to the deep pressure on your heart and the pain that raked through your body.

another cry left you, looking up at the stars, reminding yourself that even if you once had manon, it was doomed from the start.

the harsh truth felt like a slap to the face.

you and manon, no matter how much you tried, would always be two worlds apart.

so likeeee will i be forgiven for this or 🧍

[acourtofthought]

I agree with your post that Azriel was an asshole in that scene 100%. But I think making it seem like Elain didn’t have a choice whatsoever in that moment is also why people keep saying the fandom infantilizes her. She was wrong too for thinking it was okay to do that especially when Lucien was there. Again I agree that Azriel acted like an ass there, but Elain wasn’t forced to do anything with him. Let’s start treating her like the adult she is in this fandom. If you want Azriel to apologize to Elain, then Elain should apologize to Azriel too because she was aware she’s a mated female and still chose to accept that kiss.

I actually don't agree with this take and it sounds like you're confusing infantilizing a character with what is you wrongly thinking a female somehow owes a guy something. A guy who, even if she's confused and secretly wants him, has not at this time been giving him any mixed signals therefore her actions were not in any way "cheating" or disloyal.

How was Elain in the wrong for exploring something outside of one likely super serious commitment after she just got out of a super serious commitment when she has currently made no commitment to anyone?

I LOVE Lucien, my heart breaks for Lucien but I also realize how much Elain has gone through.

Lucien lost Jesminda but spent the next how many centuries having casual liaisons with others. Yet for some reason people think Elain has to go from an engagement with Graysen immediately into a super serious mating bond which is a forever sort of thing. Somehow she has to accept her bond with Lucien RIGHT NOW because .....? Why? Why is she not allowed to have a hot girl summer before maybe deciding to explore the thing someone else decided for her. Make no mistake, I am all here for Elucien's story and the reluctant soul mates / arranged marriage trope but that doesn't mean she's not entitled to take time to herself without worrying about Lucien's feelings. Did you forget everything she's been through in the last two years on their timeline? Lost her entire life in the human lands, rejected by her fiance, forced to become a species she grew up fearing, had to stab someone, lost her father and on top of that everyone seems to expect that she focus on Lucien. Everyone but Lucien of course because he's a complete green flag which is why he is her endgame. But she's allowed to be a 24 year old girl processing trauma even if that means having a meaningless fling just to see if she's ready to get back on the dating horse.

Rarely does the fandom fault Nesta for all but confessing her love to Cassian, being willing to die by Cassian's side then turning around and (without any sort of discretion) sleeping with MANY other males, something he was fully aware of. I also do not remember Sarah having Nesta apologize to him for sleeping with others.

Elain did not set out to hook up with Az that night, she thought everyone was asleep. And yes, Lucien was in the house but as far as we know he was also asleep and not aware which means she was a lot more discreet than Nesta had been.

Elain does not need to apologize to Az for anything because Az was fully aware she has a mating bond. They both chose not to discuss her mating bond, Az never asked her whether she planned on rejecting it which means he was fine moving forward without those answers. And just because she has a bond doesn't mean she owes Lucien loyalty. Again, Nesta suspected Cassian was something to her yet she still went on to hook up with multiple others.

Infantilizing Elain is when others act like she's the only person who never had a choice therefore she HAS to end up with Az, that somehow ending up with Lucien isn't a choice because "we need to respect what she wants" as if she's not a fictional character whose wants can change from one book to the next.

Acknowledging that Az hurt Elain in that moment and not the other way around is what happened and I think if you somehow think Elain needs to apologize to HIM than that is you infantilizing a 500 something year old guy with communication issues.

Edit thanks to @zenkindoflove :- Here's your apology from Elain, anon: She opened her eyes, hurt and confusion warring there before she whispered, "I'm sorry." "You don't - Don't apologize he managed to say. "Never apolgize. It's I who should...." He shook his head, unable to stand the bleakness he'd brought to her expression. "Goodnight."

The 24 year old apologized to HIM when he called things a mistake after he was the one who left his hands on her neck then titled her head. And instead of saying, "It's I who should apologize, I'm so sorry" he just decided he couldn't handle telling her he was sorry.

[lifeabsurdist]

LORE DUMP

Okii, so this is going to be a super long text post about Stones and Robotnik and the basic idea of the au + some sketches(this time on paper ) I did in the lats few days...

Okey so let's star with stones since he's my pookie and I don't have too much to say about him

Sir Stones is not only the commader of the royal guard, but also the royal family personal guard. For years he has been slowly growing more and more dissatisfied with the way things are getting run.

When princess Maria gets sick he is forced to travel and as help of the mystery alchemist who lives deep in the darks woods outside of the kingdom...

Under the cut is everything about Robotnik

So Robotnik is an alchemist, who has been terrorizing villages next to the dark woods for years. He is quiet feard all over the country. He mostly lives off of possessions he has stolen from the villagers.

Why doesn't nobody do anything?

Well he is the best alchemist in the whole world probably and the best doctor around. He can cure almost anything. From the common cold and different kinds of rashes to the worst fevers and deepest stab wounds.

His mane goal for years has been to find the chaos emerald( this universe philosopher stone) which is rumored to give its possesor mystical abilities to rule not only the kingdom, but the whole world.

And you make ask the question why?

His grandfather is the king and his cousin is the next queen. But why isn't he living in the palace? After he tried to lead a revaluation against his grandfather, he was exsiled...

So the mane plot happens years after this failed revaluation and stars with Maria getting sick.

I hope you have enjoyed this rant. I just had to get out of my system. I also apologize for any spelling mistakes since English is not my first or even second language.

That's about it of what I wanted to post for now since I am planing on slowly publishing a comic of this au. I have currently finished the first 2 pages, but it will probably take avile for me to post anything because of school://

[eyejest]

Happy Valentine's day everyone (coming from the aro guy but hey platonic love is love too)

I felt like drawing Skaterlight angst again... fork found in kitchen BUT I also wrote a fanfiction for this in the style of one of Lampert's journal entries, it's under the cut (1514 words)

I apologize if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, I wrote this in one go and wanted this entire thing posted before midnight

Dear Journal,

It’s currently day 3766, or three-thousand seven-hundred sixty-six. But looking at the clock, it seems like it’s getting close to midnight. If I hurry with finishing this entry it will still be day 3766. It doesn’t matter for now, I can correct it later if I was wrong.

Today is valentine’s day. It’s a day to celebrate love, usually romantic but I’ve heard some folks celebrate it for platonic reasons. Anyways, I’ve seen a lot of couples in Rokea today. I thought more people would be busy celebrating, going on dates, having fun with their loved ones. But it seems like I was wrong. Maybe some people enjoy going to Rokea for a date, I’m not sure. I’ve seen a fair share of pregnant people and families as well. The couples that didn’t have children quite yet seemed to buy a lot of things. They were probably moving into bigger homes for their growing family. The families that already had children were a lot to deal with. Some of them kept their kids on a short leash or sent them to the daycare area, but some just let them run wild. What a nuisance. I kept my distance for the most part, I didn’t want any of the children to get dirt or snot into my system. When there weren’t any children in the plots with toys and plushies, I cleaned them and organized them. I remember sorting some when the store was about to close when a child went up to me, she couldn’t have been any older than 7. “Miss?” She asked. I was quite startled because I didn’t see her. I was turned around. “I can’t find my mom and dad, have you seen them?”. I put on the friendliest tone my voice box would allow me. I find children to be quite annoying, but she was clearly worried. “I don’t know where they are, I don’t even know what they look like. Sorry.” The girl started to tear up. I got worried about the tears and snot her crying would produce so I had to think quickly. “Maybe we can go to the cashier. They could make an announcement so your parents know you’re safe and by the register.” That seemed to calm her down, thankfully. “Maybe…” she sobbed. I thought for a second and then said she should come with me so she doesn’t get lost. She seemed skeptical, stranger danger and all that. But I told her I’m an employee, which is sort of true, and that made her trust me a bit. “Follow me, but don’t touch me.” We started walking towards the exit where all the registers are. She was quiet for a while which I enjoyed. But then she started asking questions, great. “Have you ever lost your mom and dad?”. I sighed and told her I was made in a factory since I’m a lamp… and a robot too I guess. She seemed confused and asked if I ever had a family. “Well, the employees are kind of my family. I think. They took care of me when I needed it but nothing more. They didn’t have to do anything fancy, though. I managed just fine by myself.” “That sounds boring,” she mumbled. “You never ever had fun before?”. I was hesitant to reply, but I didn’t want her to run away or cry. “I used to have a best friend. But he’s sick and at home right now.” I thought about it some more. “We used to go bowling together.” The kid got excited. “I LOVE bowling! Me and mom and dad go bowling a lot! Mom says that's where she met dad!” I felt a bit melancholic about it and just replied with a simple nod. The kid became quiet again, she probably noticed now was not the time for this amount of chitchat. We arrived at the register, her parents were already there and were about to ask the cashier to make an announcement. They seemed to be very relieved as their child ran into their direction to hug them. The father went up to me. “Thank you so much, miss. She’s not usually like this. We were worried she was kidnapped or ran out of the building!” I waved it off: “No problem. I’m glad I could prevent any further panic.” The mother turned to her child: “What should you say to the nice lady?” “Thank you.” The kid said quietly. “I like your necklace a lot.” Right, my pendant. I forgot I was wearing that thing, it was a gift from Kasper. “Oh, thank you.” I said back. “Have a good rest of your evening.” I told the family as I walked away, the kid waved for a bit before they headed out.

The store closed down and the lights shut off. I had to turn my head on to see anything at all. I just wanted to go to a quiet and isolated place where I could calm down and rest. It’s been a while since I went to the outskirts of Rokea so I went to one of the pillars. I think that’s where me and Kasper met for the first time when he got lost. I usually just rest where it's neat and tidy but I felt nostalgic I suppose. Goodness, the plots around here were a mess. I don’t think anyone was here in ages, not even the employees. I started to clean up a play plot first. It had a heart lamp shining a soft pink light around the plot, a pullout couch, a rug and various plushies laying around. I just wanted everything to be over quickly. As I was pulling out the couch to see if it needed dusting I noticed something, a letter. Geez, that thing must be old, it’s all wrapped and it smelled like a couch. No way someone put this here today. I turned it around, and there was something written on the envelope. “To: Lampy”. I couldn’t believe my vision sensor at first. Lampy. That's what Kasper used to call me, it was a really cheesy nickname and sometimes it annoyed me a bit. I sat down on the rug. It was so dusty I regretted it instantly but I couldn’t help but lay down shortly after. Me and Kasper sat on this rug when we first met…  and the couch because he couldn’t sit still even if his life depended on it. That's when we were up all night talking about life. We sometimes went into this corner of Rokea if we wanted to stay in here and just talk without the employees finding us. He used to steal so many snacks from the cafeteria to eat during those talking sessions, kinda makes me wonder what it all tasted like. But I digress, I was holding the letter in my hand for a while, wondering if I should open it up or not for a solid thirty minutes. I decided to open it up. It read as follows: “Dear Lampy Haha, I know you can’t stand that nickname, sorry not sorry! It’s valentine’s day… well, not as of me writing this but it’s the day I’m giving this to you. You’re one of the best things to  have happen in my life. I can’t tell you how much you mean to me, how much we laugh together, how many things we can tell each other that we can’t tell anyone else, how much sorrow we shared and learned to live with together. IDK, I’m not good with words I suck when it comes to writing. That's why I’ve gotten an F in English on almost every test. I’ve never really had the guts to tell you this directly, but would you like to be my valentine? I’m not sure if we’re dating, heck, if you even have any feelings for me. But maybe giving you this letter can convince you to give this all a shot, we don’t have much to lose anyways. I love you so much Kasper”

I didn’t feel sad, I didn’t feel angry or anything like that after reading that letter. I just felt kinda numb. He almost confessed but probably hid it to give it to me later. I don’t know if he was just being stupid and forgot, or if he was too much of a coward to take the last step. I never told him either. Not because I was scared, but I wanted to let him take that step. It was so obvious, anyone with even a single brain cell could tell he had a crush on me. I wanted him to take that step to realize that he does have control over his life despite how many people around him made him feel like he didn’t.

I don’t know what I’m saying, I don’t want to get too emotional right now. It’s gonna be midnight in a few minutes anyways and I don’t feel like correcting anything. I’m going to call it a night, goodbye.

[breadandlottery]

I think I'm going to make people upset but let's go Do you think Gi Hun has grown in terms of character development? In my opinion, what bothers me most about round 6 is the lack of significant growth in gi hun because he doesn't seem to have lost several people in the first season he remains naive I expected an improvement or development from a person who has already won the games. I would like you to answer me, I love your analyses.

My dear anon, apologies in advance for what is sure to be a very lengthy response…

I would like to say first that this is a tough question for me to answer with confidence since we haven’t seen season 3 and because it feels a little like a season 2A and season 2B situation. 

I’ve been working through scenes that I’m flagging in my mind for moments that should have raised red flags for Gihun but, from what we’re shown, didn’t. As I often tag ramble about, I do hold out some hope that he had legitimate suspicions of 001 and a loose backup plan. I have also noted that, interestingly, s2 does not have any of the flashback/realization scenes we were given several times in s1 and honestly, that feels very intentional? Like we’re supposed to notice it’s missing (I also have thoughts about ADHD Gihun, but that may just be me projecting because I’m real familiar with the exact kind of lightbulb moments he has, lol). My hunch/hope is that the show has been misdirecting us to make us believe everything you just said about the apparent lack of character development.

Now, I do think there has absolutely been character evolution. I can understand fans not seeing it as “development”, because I think we tend to think of character development as positive growth, but honestly, it doesn’t have to be… like a villain arc is still character development (just an example, I do not think this is a villain arc situation). I think instead of a lack of character development, I’d be more apt to call it a lack of “learning his lesson” or a lack of apotheosis (the point of realization/epiphany).

If we view squid game as monomyth/hero’s journey, he’s kind of not to the point yet where that would have happened (because the end of S2 would be the abyss?). Now, am I certain that the story being told is a hero’s journey? No, although I am somewhat confident.

So— I'm working under the assumption that we have a hero’s journey told in trilogy format. We have a LOT of comparison media out there… the Matrix, Star Wars, LOTR, among the most popular. What does the end of the middle installment of all of these have in common? They’re bleak af. 

Matrix: Neo unconscious, Agent Smith breaking into the real world

Star wars: Luke battles  Vader and loses his hand/almost dies, Han encased in carbonite

LOTR: Gollum’s betrayal, battle of Helm’s Deep (a win but with an ominous warning accompanying it)

The psuedo trilogy structure is where I do feel slightly perturbed at netflix for passing off a split season as 2 separate seasons. With a “real” trilogy, each component should be able to stand alone (like with 3 act structure-- set up-> conflict -> resolution) which is true of the examples above because the primary narrative conflict is actually resolved but super not true of squid game s2. Which means s2 and 3 combined could be the middle of the trilogy, with the mystery future season being the final part, but I don’t know that that’s in the cards. 

As an aside, we could just be totally wrong about the direction this is going in. Narrative arcs that involve the protagonist “learning a lesson” isn’t a universal concept. I always think of James Bond movies (especially the older ones) as an example of a “flat arc” character, because like, if you sleep with her she’s probably gonna die James, didn’t you learn this last time? If you’re too reckless there will be consequences, didn’t you learn this last time James? Like. That guy never learns. Not every character learns from their mistakes. Do I think Gihun is ultimately gonna be a flat arc character? No. Is it possible? I guess, man, look at the world, anything’s possible!!

So, ugh, sorry that’s a ton of speculation and uncertainty that isn’t directly answering your ask, but I do think that any of these possibilities can explain what we’re calling a lack of character development because we’re just not at that point in the story yet.

NOW.

Personally, I do think that Gihun is very perceptive, and I hold out hope that he wasn’t as trusting and oblivious as we’re made to think. I also believe that even if that is the case, he’d still have further to go/more development needed before he could actually reach the end of his journey. The reason for this (and I think one of the reasons people sometimes think of him as not smart) is the narrowness of his worldview. Not narrowmindedness, just literally not having broad knowledge about the world. Like not knowing where Pakistan was. Or not really getting that neither he nor the Frontman have the power to end what's happening because it is a symptom of a much larger, systemic problem. And in complete fairness to this sweet man, lack of perspective and a narrow worldview is an incredibly common flaw in people. 

So a few things that can be interpreted as Stagnation or Lack of Development:

Still a gambler: as seen in Russian Roulette and in going back into the game. Definitely risky, definitely reckless. He is like kinda suicidal though, so I don’t know that the underlying cause of this behavior is the same as it was in s1.

Still just out here trusting everyone: Yeah. That’s what he does, though. He came right out and said it, he doesn’t do it because he thinks people are trustworthy, he does it because what else is he gonna do? Is this a dumb-as-shit approach that should be “character-developed” out of him? Or is it a very important key defining feature of who he is as the hero of the story? I could go either way on that, tbh.

Naïve/easy to fool: I don’t think he ever was all that easy to fool, I think he consciously chose to let a lot of things slide and/or second-guessed his intuition because people called him stupid and slow all the time. 

Things that I think are Character Development

Ability to Focus: Maybe I’m ADHD projecting again, but this guy was all over the place in the beginning of s1, now he’s running a whole ass operation (maybe the medicine Mr Kim brought over was secretly adderall lol).

Leadership: I’ve said all along he just naturally exudes leadership, but he wasn’t really aware of it or comfortable with it in s1. In s2 he’s really embracing decision-making (even if they’re bad decisions) and seems comfortable being the one planning and leading, which is impressive.

So. To sum up a very very long answer:

I do see character development, if not the “hero finally learned his lesson” kind

I do still think it’s possible that Gihun wasn’t quite as clueless as we’re shown, and I’ll cling to this delusion until at least June 27th lol

I think it’s possibly too early in the narrative for his full revelation, anyway, but-

Part of why that feels “off” is because s2 is missing the “last Act” of the story it was telling (like don’t split a sequel in 2 and try to shoehorn it into a trilogy if it’s not an actual trilogy please for the love of god it throws off the balance)

[satanfemme]

rambly end of week (2/14/25) thoughts (posting from my phone so apologies for any weird typos/formatting mistakes. rip my laptop)

on the VCU/UVA healthcare situation:

I heard confirmation today that the decision to cut trans healthcare for minors was 100% attorney general Miyares' doing, and that Miyares is turning into a lapdog for Trump. the way Miyares is intertwined with these hospitals behind the scenes should not be understated.

LGBT+ orgs in VA have begun putting formal pressure on these hospitals to reverse their decisions.

also of note, the executive order that prompted this has been officially blocked in federal courts as of yesterday. this makes the hospitals' decisions even more apparently illegal in VA than they already were.

on the general assembly:

this year's session is short, so the GA will conclude their meeting by the end of this month. I believe you have until feb 21st to visit the assembly in person. once it concludes, this doesn't mean nothing can be done until next year however. I want to stress, as I mentioned before, legislators will still be contactable and will be spending the rest of the year writing new bills and surveying what to focus on in the upcoming election. if you want them to write more laws to expand trans rights, or to affirm in their campaign that they will defend us, now is the time to tell them. if VA (and especially our governor) shift further left after this upcoming election, we could potentially see a wave of pro-LGBT legislation pass in 2026.

rumor also has it that there may be a special session later this year meeting specifically to address what is happening at the federal level and how VA plans to respond to it. I don't have more information on that, and i'm unsure if it's been confirmed EDIT: just got out of a meeting where I was told there would "for sure" be a special session in the spring or summer to deal with the budget and federal shit. its another opportunity to push for more protections.

on voting:

already said my peice but I'll briefly say it again: the 2025 VA election will likely decide if this state follows in the footsteps of states like Texas and Florida, or if we shift further left and become a safe haven in the south. every time I speak to a dem legislator I always hear the same frustration that these past few years, although we have done a lot of good, we have also been held back by a horrible governor and a slim majority. there are a lot of incredibly good bills that the democrats are trying to pass that just aren't getting through because the GA is too divided. there are also a lot of horrifying bills that are just barely being stopped by a slim margin.

I'm hopeful that we can shift left and bring in a brighter future, but we can only do that if everyone in the state who is elegible to vote makes a plan to do so and sticks to it. (& hopefully by the 2026 ballot we'll secure the final vote to restore voting rights in our constitution, paving the way to easier election victories in the future)

on a lighter note:

there will be a trans joy event on march 2nd in Richmond, to celebrate and strengthen the community here :-)

On Supporting the Trans Community in Virginia (US):

as of February 2025, Virginia is the safest southern state for both trans kids and trans adults. anecdotally, I've met many trans families in the south who have fled to our state to avoid persecution. major cities, such as Richmond, are in particular safe havens for the LGBT community here. however, we are a purple state with our fair share of fascists in government and conservatives voting those fascists in, and as such we are obviously not as protected as many blue states have shown themselves to be. so, many of the rights afforded to trans people, especially to trans children, are currently at high risk.

this will be a simple guide to some ways that you, especially if you are a Virginian or new to politics, can help advocate for and/or protect the trans Virginian community politically. I am invested in this topic as someone who has been involved in this state's politics professionally for over a year now, and who has personal interest in this state not only remaining safe, but broadening its protections in the future. I am also writing this as someone who is hopeful that broadened protections are very possible to achieve, if only people are loud and unwavering in their support.

(disclaimer that this guide is being written on 2/11/25, and with the way politics move sections of this may become obsolete in the future. I am also speaking directly to Virginian state politics only. if sections of this feel relevant to other states and/or federal politics, good. if sections of this feel contradictory to how you understand other states and/or federal politics to be, please don't harass me about it ^_^. lastly, I would consider myself knowledgeable on this topic but not an expert or authority figure by any means.)

topics of pressure I will cover here: the Virginia High School League, the VCU/UVA healthcare systems, the General Assembly, the 2025 election, and pro-trans organizations I trust

I am putting this under a read more because it is a long post (I have a lot to say), but I want to encourage people to reblog it if they find it helpful.

Pressure the Virginia High School League

yesterday, the Virginia High School League, which overseas over 300 public high schools, announced that it would walk back its 10 year long policy protecting transgender athletes in Virginian high schools, instead caving to the recent executive order on this topic and banning transgender girls from competing on a high school level. over the past 10 years, their trans policy has protected 42 students total, an average of 4 a year across the entire state. we are still waiting for more information to come out about this decision, but if it is upheld it is likely to take affect over the summer.

notably, the vote behind this decision was likely rushed and unfair. the meeting this vote took place through was called last minute on a friday afternoon and at least 2 pro-trans members of the voting committee, Senator VanValkenburg and Delegate Cousins, who would have fought against this transphobic decision, were unable to vote because they were stuck at the GA serving the state when the meeting was called.

additionally, this decision is likely illegal, as it goes against Virginia's Human Rights Act, an act that is embedded in our legal code. this act explicitly protects against discrimination on the basis of both assigned sex and gender identity.

anyone can contact the executive director of the VHSL, Billy Haun, and inform him that this decision is harmful and not going to be accepted quietly. his public email is bhaun@vhsl.org.

if you live in Virginia, or know any students who do, you should also contact the committee member who oversees your district to let them know how you feel. a full list of committee members with their contact information is available here. demand that they are accountable for this decision and that they re-instate their previous trans-inclusive policies.

Pressure the VCU and UVA healthcare systems

across the country, only a few hospitals so far have caved to the executive order banning gender affirming care for people under 19. this executive order is not yet law, and is unenforceable, therefor these are conscious decisions being made by boards of directors.

two of these hospitals are in virginia: VCU Health and UVA Health. trans minors and young adults in their care have already been denied treatment going forward. this, once again, goes against Virginia's Human Rights Act. in other words, these decisions are being made to prioritize unenforceable orders over the democratically decided upon code of law in our state.

to my knowledge, the reason VCU Health caved so fast is that they have many expensive programs, such as their cancer center, and they're concerned about losing funding. so they've thrown trans children and young adults under the bus to secure more money. I am less aware of the situation at UVA Health but I would assume it's similarly funding related. this is not an excuse, as they are still required to follow Virginia law, including the Human Rights Act, and they are obviously still expected to center their patients' best interests. this new policy is going to get kids killed.

VCU Health is intertwined with the state's attorney general, who seems to be the one who pressured both of these hospitals into making these decisions. I recommend contacting attorney general Jason Miyares about this to let him know how you feel. his public phone number is (804) 786-2071.

besides Miyares, I'm not currently aware which points of contact are the most effective, but any noise about this is good and helpful right now.

The General Assembly

Virginian lawmakers meet in Richmond for about 3 months at the start of every year to pass the bulk of state legislation. when it comes to trans rights, votes fall along party lines with democrats reliably voting in support of us, and republicans reliably voting against us.

a list tracking all current LGBT+ related bills can reliably be found through Equality Virginia's website here.

I have been tracking trans legislation in this state for 3 years, and this is the 3rd year in a row that all anti-trans bills have been defeated in committee thanks to the democrats and those lobbying the democrats.

this year we have 6 pro-LGBT bills which right now have successfully crossed over, meaning they're progressing through the GA and are on track to pass. (at which point our governor, who is a trump supporter and anti-trans, could still veto them)

how you can participate in this: when deciding how openly supportive or unsupportive they want to be, and when deciding which bills are worth submitting for the next GA session (because they are limited on how many bills they can submit each year), legislators look at what their constituents are telling them over phone, email, and in person. it is important that we pressure republicans to stop targeting us AND that we pressure democrats to continue supporting us even if/when their staff tries to convince them we aren't worth saving (something many people are predicting is going to happen with elections coming up). in other words we can rely on the dems now, but we need to ensure they still have our back in the future too.

side note for this section: when contacting a legislator and their staff, you should at the very least tell them your zip code, if not your address, so they can confirm you are a constituent.

you can find out who your VA legislators are through this website.

when deciding how to contact them, I would personally rank in-person above emails, and emails above phone calls.

you can meet with your legislators, or their staff, in-person with or without a prior appointment AND with or without the support of a larger organization. you could, right now, walk into the GA building in Richmond, find their office, and tell them your thoughts directly. anyone is allowed to do this during working hours. in my experience, this is incredibly easy to do, and they will be cordial with you even if they disagree with you. it costs you nothing but your time to force them to listen to you rant and vent. if you want to go in a group, you can join a lobby day with an organization you trust, or go with a group of friends and host your own personal lobby day. the reason in-person meetings are so important is because they allow you to have a natural dialogue with your legislator and it forces them to put a face to what you are saying, so you are more than just a statistic.

emails are also incredibly beneficial, especially when it comes to legislators who are already supportive of you, because it allows them to easily reference your statements during debate. I have heard from legislators themselves that they like it when people send them informative emails, even if they have already met with or been called by the person, so they can pull up exact quotes during committee meetings and directly speak to what the facts are, and how their constituents are being affected.

year-round outside of the General Assembly session itself you should continue calling and emailing your legislators, though I am less informed on how to meet with them in person as this depends on the specific office and representative. (I know my RVA reps have open offices year round for example, but I can't promise that of everyone).

On Voting

this November, every Virginia lawmaker including the governor and attorney general will be up for re-election. this has the potential to flip our GA to a republican majority, which would guarantee an onslaught of anti-trans legislation. or, alternatively, it could broaden our democrat majority, which would bode well for expanded protections for trans people and create stronger opposition against transphobia in the state.

as someone who has been watching the dems on a state level, and has been speaking to many of them directly, I strongly encourage you to vote blue for the GA this November. I can not stress enough how important it is that we at the very least maintain a dem majority in this state if we want to protect and expand trans rights, not to mention the rights of women, the Black community, and the LGBT+ community as a whole considering the important constitutional amendments that are making their way through the multi-year voting process now.

I am aware it makes me sound like a liberal. in this instance I do not care, because I have seen the impact first hand. on a state level, the VA democrats are not spineless, and they are making genuine efforts to support our community.

there will also be a vote this November on our next governor, which has the potential to be a game changer (either for the better or worse). currently, our dem-majority GA has been passing many great bills that are just getting vetoed by governor Youngkin, who is a big Trump supporter. if we elect another republican governor, the best we can hope for is a few more years of stand-still. if we elect a democrat governor instead, a lot of the pressure that's been building up these past few years will finally be released and we could genuinely push this state to the left. a lot of people, including legislators themselves, are hopeful that our next governor will be a democrat. but this is NOT a guarantee.

lastly it's a similar situation with our attorney general, Jason Miyares, a republican who pushed the VCU and UVA decisions I mentioned before. he has been directly responsible for holding back many LGBT+ rights. replacing him with a democrat has the potential to shift this state's approach to trans rights for the better.

personally, I am very nervous about these elections and would like it if more Virginians were aware of their importance.

Organizations I trust

fighting this battle alone isn't going to be as affective as if you get involved in larger organizations with the resources to put large amounts of pressure on the state. I'll give you the local groups I most trust, and who I've seen do the most good. through their websites and social media pages, you can find ways to support them and/or get involved through events or calls to action.

ACLU VA

Equality VA

He She Ze and We

Side by Side

that's all I have today

I may have more to add to this in the future, but these are just some basic directions for anyone who feels overwhelmed and isn't sure how to approach this topic outside of social media.

I don't have any big conclusion here, I just hope this is educational and/or informative to someone out there, thank u

[deepsthroats]

PUSH2START: rafe cameron gets turned on when reader (THEE brand-new hot young singer), went to outer banks to record her next music video, from her smash summer song.

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NOTES: HEAR ME OUT that idea came into me bc i think tyla and drew would make such a hot couple mdjjdjdj…also english is not my first language, so apologies for any mistake!

WARNINGS: male masturbation,erotic fantasy, rafe and his disturbing troughts about fucking reader.

“Jesus..fuckk” rafe’s dirty words sounded more like a curse while stroking himself to the image of your doll-body, tan sun kissed skin and bambi eyes. God, you were just so fuckable- the way ur hips were movin while dancing to “pushin' on my buttons with no hesitation”, -makin rafe actually wanna push all of your buttons deeply…he remembers your foreigner accent calling him:

“Hay Mr. rafey cameron” you said with a big smile, on your way to hug him. He hated how he loved that hug so much, stayin’ a litte longer with his hand on ur waist, squeezing a lil’ bit.

A big popstar like you coming to a small city like outer banks of course kept the place curious. Everyone were looking foward to meet u ever since the media leaked the place you were going to shoot the music video for PUSH2START. But u def didn’t disapointed. Everyone were stunned not only by your unreal beauty, but about how kind and sweet was your personality. You made sure to take pictures with all the fans, talk to them, and even payed some food for the tired fans.

The Cameron family, as the richest clan livin in outer banks, were the ones taking care of the whole musicvideo. The shoots, the recording, the marketing…everything. So, ofcourse rafe cameron would be present. Sarah and Wheezie were having a blash about meeting the most pretty, talented, funny and successful it girl of the time. Mr Rafe, could not care less..i mean, he did in fact not give a fuck about pop divas, so it was just another boring ass event he would have to attend cuz hes ward’s cameron son.

That changed the minute he saw you. WHATTHEFUCK-the only thing that passed by his head. He could not move or speak, cuz all the blood from his body went straight to his cock. He had too many thoughts- all ending up with you screaming his name while he pounded hard into your tight pussy. was a fucking torture to him watch you all day, seeing you with those small jeans, top cropped, showing your belly piercing he desperately wanted to lick, and your pretty legs that we wanted to grab and squeeze.

In fact, he did tried to flirty with you all day. Calling you princess, beauty, doll, honey…tried to keep eye-contact, laying his hands on your body- but you were just naive and innocent. You had this confident hot woman recording the music video, but you also had a very sweet and kinda dorky girl in the behind the scenes. Rafe wanted to get you all for himself, and beat the hell up of any boy who tries to hit on you. All these patetic losers guys could not workship you the way he would. FUCK you were driving him insane and honry as hell.

So, when he got home, his dick hurting for so much time being hard, he opens his phone, and finds the pic he was taking of you. Rafey’s mouth started to salivate just by looking at your wet skin- he wanted so bad to get you like this-. He zoomed at your perfect face, and lowered his hand at his drooling dick, givin a long squeeze. took his pants n brief almost immediatly, he was high by how honry he was.

Cameron felt at his stomach his pink, big cock, leaking precum on the top of it, and slowly started to move. Stroking himself meanwhile movin hips, imagining he was slamming the hell out of you-pushin all of your buttons-felt so goddamn amazing. It was so hard to keep holdin his phone with ur pic w the free hand, so lost in his imagination and burning desire.

“Oh my princess..fuck” he screams when his orgasm hits like a bomb in his body. Cum were all over ur picture from his phone. And one thing he knew- he needs u badly and it must make HASTE.

[ai-art-thieves]

Alright, last update on this whole plant profile pic thing.

And I really do mean it this time because I am just as tired as everybody else.

crippled-peeper said nothing.

Let me be clear that I did not start this mess.

This all started because an anon accused crippled-peeper of having a profile picture that was ai generated.

evrl0ng supported the accusation's claim with this image:

Which we had later discovered to be directly from tumblr's website code, whether you find it via an inspect element or just tapping the icon in the mobile app.

An anon sent me a message about this, and I investigated.

I found evidence that supported the claim.

But I wanted to wait for a response from him.

....then rjalker came in and unloaded accusations of ableism and transphobia, which I got notified about.

I had to make another post that had to also disprove those claims, as well as analyzed the image further.

As more and more evidence piled up, it was starting to get less and less likely that he was innocent. Especially with his behavior online. It just made him look so much worse.

We checked the source, we inspected element, we even had to triple check to make sure it wasn't a compressed jpeg.

Nope. It was looking like it was ai.

So if you read this, crippled-peeper, (and it's probably going to be unlikely) just know that I am sorry. I am sorry for all the shit that got thrown in your way, and I deeply apologize for getting your friends involved.

I got more and more mad the more people just believed that this one obviously ai generated pixel potted plant was not, well ai generated.

I felt like I was losing my goddamn mind and I just wanted to prove someone, anyone, that I wasn't losing it. Even though I already did.

I just didn't like people twisting words around. I just didn't like people trying to make shit up. And I cracked under the pressure.

That said...

You could've proved to the anon that the image wasn't ai by actually showing the damn image. I don't care if you were pissed, you had the opportunity to do so and you blew it.

If you think that this moment is going to give me "guilt and anxiety", spoiler alert: it's not.

I am not going to have "guilt and anxiety" over pathetic internet drama that got started by one of your followers.

You wanna know why? Because it's pathetic internet drama.

And you wanna know what else can happen from pathetic internet drama? Character development.

This is pathetic internet drama that I'm going to leave behind, and I'm going to become a better detective by learning from all the mistakes I made.

I want you to grow as a better person as well. My advice? Break yourself from that negative feedback loop.

Case Closed.

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P.S.: Please do not harass crippled-peeper or any of his friends. I already did enough damage.

[freedelusionshere]

People can easily use each other in all kinds of relationships, that’s why I think it’s so important to have relationships established on knowing and caring for people and not seeing them as disposable.

Hook-up culture is not that. I really don’t think it’s accurate to say Carmy used Claire and not that they used each other, but also one person has experience with hook-up culture and it’s not Carmy, and they make sure to show this is what Claire and her friend group typically do.

They reverse the gender tropes a lot on this show and definitely did around this relationship, and Carmy wasn’t even going to tell Claire what he said in the walk-in. She was in a place she wasn’t supposed to be and accidentally overheard it.

She walked away. She didn’t try to work it out or talk about it. And it was about him not her. He never blamed it on her at any point. Which she lies about later to Tiff. It wouldn’t feel good to hear that for anyone, but he didn’t know she was there and he wasn’t saying it to hurt her.

There’s also no indication he ever felt safe enough with Claire to have that deep of a convo, all their convos are depicted as vapid and talking around their real feelings for a reason. Claire was using Carmy as well. She knew he had anxiety, she noticed his heart racing. She is a medical professional.

Just because you have sex with someone or call them a “girlfriend” or whatever, doesn’t equal intimacy or a bond of any kind. Which, Carmy thinks that word sounds awful, but it doesn’t come up very often that maybe he doesn’t care for the gendered dynamics of that?

He doesn’t say it outright, but the whole thing with him dating Claire is that it’s what Mikey and his family thought was good for him, and Mikey (and Richie and Fake’s) opinions of Claire are extremely sexist. Notice how Carmy gets grossed out by Richie calling Syd “sweetheart” or Nat pretending to be a helpless little girl to manipulate Cicero. He literally calls it “gross”.

Anyway, just me ranting about this for the millionth time but Carmy can apologize to Claire for using her because he didn’t know what he actually wanted when she was just hooking up with him for fun and thrills (she tells us that’s what she’s into) and then it didn’t go the way she wanted and got too inconvenient so she walked.

Carmy wants intimacy and emotional safety, and the show has gone to great pains to show he gets that from Syd, in contrast to anyone associated with his past. What Syd is getting in return needs to be answered now from her POV, but that contrast is the reason Carmy and Claire don’t work. Not because he made the mistake of calling her his girlfriend in order to not be seen as a jerk by Syd and not because they had sex (big deal TBH), and not he had a meltdown and admitted his real feelings to Tina.

[maretinelli]

F1 SIMULATOR

Lando Norris X fem!reader

Summary: When Y/n accompanies Lando to McLaren headquarters for his training, and at the end of the day he teaches his girlfriend how to drive an F1 car on the simulator.

Words: 2.7K+

Warnings: Cute, mentions of engineering course, teasing and some parts that can be suggestive haha I think that's it.

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar and slang mistakes that may be in the story. And you can also request stories on my profile.

MASTERLIST

The car pulled smoothly into the parking lot of McLaren's headquarters in Woking. The overcast grey sky heralded the approaching storm, thunder rumbled in the distance, and lightning streaked the horizon. Inside the car, Y/n gazed out at the damp, cold British landscape as Lando switched off the engine.

He turned to her with a soft smile, his hand resting lightly on her thigh.

"Are you sure you'll be okay on your own?" He asked, his voice carrying a tone of concern. "If you want, you can join me in the conference room. I don't mind having my girlfriend around while we discuss numbers and strategies."

Y/n smiled, her gaze shining with affection.

"I'll be fine, love. Besides, Oscar said he's bringing Lily, and the two of us will be able to talk. We probably won't even notice you're gone."

Lando arched an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "You didn't even notice we were gone? So you two prefer each other's company to ours? I'm starting to feel shortchanged."

Y/n laughed and quickly replied: "Well, you're the ones who leave us out with these meetings and simulators. We're just creating a plan B."

He laughed and, without answering, got out of the car, walked around the front of the vehicle and opened the door on her side, extending his hand. Y/n took his hand and got out of the car, feeling the damp cold of the weather.

"Thank you, sir." She teased, giving his hand a light squeeze.

The two began walking side by side, hands intertwined. The wind ruffled Y/n's hair, and she looked up at the sky again.

"Looks like this rain is going to ruin our plans to go out tomorrow." He commented, watching another bolt of lightning cross the dark clouds.

Lando snorted. "I know, I was excited to go out and check out that restaurant, but with this weather..." He grimaced. "I guess we'll just have to stay stuck inside the hotel watching movies."

Y/n feigned discouragement. "Wow, how boring... Spending the day cuddling watching movies with you. How am I going to survive?"

"You're terrible." He chuckled and gave her a quick kiss on the temple.

Further ahead, near the entrance to the headquarters, Oscar and Lily were already waiting for them. The Australian girl smiled when she saw Y/n approaching, while Oscar waved to Lando.

"Wow, Piastri, how did you manage to get here on time?" Lando joked as he greeted his friend with a quick hug and a pat on the back.

Oscar rolled his eyes but replied with a smile. "Lily wanted to come early so she could have more time to talk to Y/n while we're stuck in meetings. I just obliged."

Y/n laughed, and Lily lightly slapped her boyfriend's arm.

"And why is he complaining? Better that than hearing me talk about how I didn't get a chance to talk to Y/n all night!" Lily countered.

Y/n laughed and pointed at the Australian. "See, Oscar? I'm your girlfriend's entertainment."

Lando sighed dramatically.

"You two look like a couple, and we're just the jilted lovers."

Y/n smiled in amusement, putting an arm around Lily's shoulders. "Sorry, boys, but we have a bond that you'll never understand."

The pilots laughed, and Lando squeezed his girlfriend's hand while Oscar pulled Lily closer. They walked together to the entrance of the headquarters, the two of them immersed in conversation about the day's agenda, while Yin and Lily talked about the college course they were taking.

"I'm still struggling with fluid dynamics." Lily commented. "Do you have any tips? I swear this professor is doing it on purpose to confuse us."

Y/n smiled. "Believe me, when I took this class, I thought I would never survive. But I can give you some summaries that saved me."

Once they entered the headquarters, it was time to part ways. Lando turned to Y/n, holding her hand.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" He asked again.

She smiled.

"Yes, love. I have Lily to keep me company. The one who might end up bored is you, in that boring meeting."

"I'll run out soon and see you again." He leaned over and kissed her cheek before pulling away.

Oscar and Lando headed to the meeting wing, while Y/n and Lily walked to the headquarters' large winter garden. The space was wide, full of comfortable armchairs and a panoramic view of the trees wet from the fine drizzle that was beginning to fall.

"Lando takes such good care of you. You can see it in the way he looks at you."

Y/n smiled, feeling her face heat up a little. "Yeah... We've been together for four years and it feels like we're still on an endless honeymoon."

"That's rare. But you two are perfect together." Lily smiled fondly.

Y/n just smiled, looking at the gray sky as she felt her heart warmed by the presence of the one she loved.

They spent most of the time talking about their universities, discussing assignments, exams and the challenges of the mechanical engineering course. Lily took the opportunity to ask for some tips on more difficult subjects, while Y/n shared her experiences from her last year of college.

Between one conversation and another, they also talked about their boyfriends' races, commenting on recent performances and some funny stories from the paddocks.

Meanwhile, Lando and Oscar were stuck in endless meetings, listening to strategy, planning and technical discussions about the season's car. Then, they moved on to the fast practice sessions in the simulator, where they could finally relax and compete against each other for a few laps.

After hours of talking, Y/n and Lily were now in an area where some old McLaren Formula 1 cars were on display. They walked slowly, observing the details of the historic models, but so immersed in the conversation that they didn't notice that Lando and Oscar had already left the meetings and the simulator.

They had both sent messages saying they were free, but neither of them even looked at their cell phones.

The McLaren drivers were walking through the corridors, looking for their girlfriends. Lando was looking around with a certain urgency, and the Australian didn't miss the chance to tease.

"You look like a dog looking for its owner."

Lando rolled his eyes, but laughed. "And you're like a parrot commenting on everything I do."

Oscar laughed out loud, shaking his head. When they turned a corner, they finally found them downstairs, still deep in conversation and laughing about something. Lando smiled automatically when he saw her, and Oscar did the same when he looked at Lily.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Look at us..." Oscar commented, still laughing. "Smiling like idiots at our girlfriends."

"What can we do? We're romantics." Lando shrugged, laughing.

Without wasting time, they went down the stairs, but as soon as they stepped onto the lower floor, Lando ran a little and hugged Y/n from behind, making her startle and quickly get out of his arms.

"Oh my God!" She turned around reflexively, ready to react, but as soon as she saw it was him, she smiled. "Lan! I almost hit you thinking it might be someone else!"

He laughed, pulling her back into his arms. "If it were anyone else, I'd help you beat him up myself."

Y/n laughed and hugged her boyfriend back, feeling Lando rock them a little from side to side playfully.

"How were the meetings and the simulators?" Lily asked, looking at her boyfriend.

"I for one nearly died of boredom!" Lando made a dramatic expression.

"He almost fell asleep in the middle of one part." Oscar laughed.

"LIE!" Lando protested. "I just closed my eyes for a second."

"Thirty!!" Oscar says.

Y/n laughed and teased, "You don't have the patience for long meetings, love. That was to be expected."

Lando rolled his eyes, but laughed along with the others.

Oscar then looked at his watch and sighed. "We need to go, we have a reservation at a restaurant and we're already late."

Y/n broke free from Lando's embrace and pulled Lily into a tight hug. "Enjoy!"

"See you later!" Lily smiled.

Y/n waved at Oscar, who waved back before walking away hand in hand with Lily.

Lando and Y/n watched the two walk away, and then she turned back to look at the old McLaren cars. She ran her hand delicately over one of the panels and commented.

"It's incredible to see how the technology of these cars has evolved over the years. Every detail, every aerodynamic change... Everything has a direct influence on performance."

Lando watched her with an admiring smile.

"I think it's so cute when you talk about cars like that. I can see how much you love the course you're taking."

Y/n smiled, and before she could respond, Lando pulled her into a kiss.

The touch was gentle at first, their lips meeting in a calm, almost exploratory way. Lando held her face gently, deepening the kiss little by little. Y/n felt her body relax against him, her hands sliding to the back of his neck as she enjoyed the moment. The kiss was enveloping, slow, but full of affection, as if it were a silent way of showing how much he loved her.

Lando pulled back a little, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"I have an idea. Come with me, love!"

Before Y/n could ask what he had in mind, he grabbed her hand and started pulling her down the hallway.

"Hey, where are we going?" She asked between giggles, trying to keep up with his hurried pace.

"You'll like it!" He looked back and smiled.

Norris climbed a few flights of stairs, pulling Y/n by the hand excitedly. They passed through a few corridors until he stopped in front of a door with the sign 'Simulator' written on it.

He opened the door and let her in. The room was large, with soft lighting, screens scattered around, and in the center, a professional Formula 1 simulator. The black and orange McLaren cockpit glowed under the lights, with a steering wheel full of buttons and a screen on the dashboard.

Lando closed the door and smiled mischievously. "I'm going to teach you how to drive a Formula 1 car."

Y/n widened her eyes and walked towards him, who was already fiddling with the simulator's settings.

"You're kidding, aren't you?"

"Not at all." Lando laughed.

She let out a surprised laugh, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m about to destroy a virtual McLaren car.”

Lando made a funny face and shrugged. "Not a problem."

Y/n chuckled softly.

"What if someone comes here?"

"It's okay, I'm an expert at getting out of awkward situations." He winks at her and Y/n laughs, remembering how her older brother once caught them alone at home making out, right at the beginning of their relationship and Lando gave a cheap excuse, but it worked. "Now come on, love! Sit here!"

Lando adjusted the seat for her, adjusting the steering wheel and making sure everything was in the right position. With each adjustment, he got closer to her face, and Y/n smiled at the corner of her mouth.

He noticed and leaned in even closer, just inches from her face.

"Why are you smiling like that, huh?" He asked provocatively.

"Nothing, nothing." She blushed and laughed, looking away. Y/n touched the steering wheel, feeling the texture and analyzing the details. "This is much more complex than it looks!!"

"It's very realistic. You can feel every detail of the track, even the bumps." Lando smiled.

"What if I get it all wrong?" She hesitated.

"You won't make any mistakes, my dear. I'm here to teach you!" Lando smiled lovingly at her and then began to explain the basic buttons, how to brake and accelerate correctly. "I'll set a quiet track to start, how about Silverstone?"

Y/n nodded, and Lando finished the adjustments. He stood behind her seat, his hands on the back.

"Ready?"

"I have no idea."

She accelerated too hard at the start, and the car spun around the first corner. Y/n groaned in frustration.

"Well, I think I was born to be an engineer, not a pilot."

Lando chuckled. "If it's any consolation, even I've done that in real life." He leaned down and kissed her head.

Y/n laughed, took a deep breath and continued. She was in last place on that first lap, missing turns and crashing into other cars, but Lando laughed at every comment she made while still encouraging her.

"Damn, I'm such a bad driver! How did I get my driver's license?"

Lando laughs and strokes her hair. "It's different, love. That's why you're getting errors in the simulator!"

With each mistake, he would lean in closer to correct something, purposely getting close to her ear to explain, or letting his lips lightly brush against her neck just to see her shiver. And that made him smile hugely, knowing that he still had that effect on her.

"If you finish a lap without spinning, I'll give you a prize."

"What kind of prize?" Y/n raised an eyebrow.

Lando smiled mischievously and got closer to her ear, brushing his lips a little on his girlfriend's neck until he reached her ear and said something extremely suggestive, making her smile big and blush at the same time, turning to look at the pilot.

"Now I really want that perfect lap."

"Alright. I'll make sure to do that when we get to the hotel then!" Lando laughed too.

Y/n improved, she still made mistakes and crashed, but she managed to gain some positions. Whenever she did something right, Lando celebrated and smiled proudly. Sometimes, he put his hands over hers on the steering wheel to help her with the curves, and Y/n smiled when she realized how much he was enjoying that little adventure. Even more so with the teasing.

As he watched her, Lando realized that even after years together, he still felt in love like a silly teenager. Every detail of her, every quirk, every laugh—he loved everything about Y/n.

"Calm down, love!!" In a sharp stop, he suddenly grabbed her waist, pretending to protect her.

Y/n laughed and turned to him. "Thank you for saving my life, my hero."

They both laughed, and she went back to driving.

When she realized she was falling behind, Y/n glances sideways and then tries to change something on the simulator's steering wheel discreetly.

"Are you cheating?" Lando places both hands on her shoulders.

"Me? I don't even know how to use it." She feigns innocence, placing her hand on her chest and smiling sideways.

Lando chuckled, kissing her cheek.

After a few laps of spinning the car, hitting walls and nearly running over the simulator engineers while changing tires, Y/n finally managed to complete a decent lap. In last place, but without incident.

"YOU DID A LAP WITHOUT SPINNING! AMAZING!" Lando jumps up and raises his arms, as if she had won a GP.

Y/n laughed so hard she laid her head on the steering wheel. Completely ignoring the laps I still had in the simulator to complete the race.

Lando, excited, picked her up from the bench and spun her around in the air.

"AHH!! LAN!!" She let out a surprised scream before laughing even harder, briefly laying her head on his shoulder. Feeling her heart swell even more with love for him.

He placed her on the floor and held her face before kissing her. It was a kiss full of pride and affection, with his lips moving slowly over hers, showing how happy he was.

When he walked away, he smiled. "I can have you fill in for me in some races now."

"Oh, of course!!"

The two laughed, but before they could say anything else, a McLaren employee walked into the room and frowned when he saw them there.

"You guys... what are you doing here?"

Lando was quick. "Oh, I was just testing a new simulator setup. Very important for the development of the car and eventually my girlfriend came along, she's a mechanical engineer and she had doubts about something."

"Ah. Okay!" The engineer nodded innocently and left the room. Closing the door again.

Y/n and Lando looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Hey, good excuse huh!"

"Isn't it? I'm really amazing!"

They exited the simulator still laughing, and Lando intertwined his fingers with hers, with Y/n resting her head on his shoulder, as they walked through the corridors.

The rain that had been threatening to fall since early finally began to beat against the windows of McLaren's headquarters, but Lando didn't seem to care. He looked at Y/n as if she was the only important thing there.

And for him, indeed, it was.

Author: When I had the idea I thought it would be really cool, but I ended up not liking the story very much. Sorry if it's bad😭

[hailturinturambar]

Flaws at Dusk.

Pairing: Elrond x Galadriel

Word count: 3.116

Request: “Mine. Yours, friends to lovers Elrondriel smut?”

Author's Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes or confusion. Requests are open, check the information before requesting. We're here again for Elrond and Galadriel. Damn, how can I not love these two? This one's for everyone who's wondering what could have happened after that wonderful kiss.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. Unprotected sex, p in v. Oral (female and male receiving.) Masturbation. Passionate sex. Elrond being a passionate sub. Anguish.

Summary: Eregion has fallen. All that remains for the surviving Elves is to move on. High King Gil-galad has ordered a group of Elves to follow him back to Lindon. When Galadriel and Elrond stay behind to help the others, unexpected feelings begin to surface.

This story can be read as a second part of this one, but also independently.

Galadriel could still taste the blood in her mouth. The death in her chest. The memory of the battle that had devastated Middle-earth, and nearly cost her her life. A memory of Sauron's return and the defeat of those Galadriel loved most. Honestly, Galadriel had never wanted to wake from her sleep of death. The memories were too painful to bear.

Like all Elves, Galadriel carried many sorrows with her, many anguishes in her chest. And most of all, she remembered the golden times in Valinor, when joys seemed eternal and death so distant. Times when her beloved brother, Finrod, was still alive.

She no longer longed for immortality. Galadriel finally understood Eru's gift to Men. Living forever, after so much pain, so much loss, was not a blessing. But a torture, a punishment. Men, at least, could rest in eternity, on paths that only Eru knew.

For centuries, Galadriel resented the Valar, judging them for all the evils of Middle-earth, for all the times they failed to stop Morgoth from bringing death and destruction. And she cried out to Mandos, that she might suffer no more.

That her family might not be destroyed, that her brother might return to her. That her beloved husband might not be brutally torn from her.

She wished for all of this, in secret, hidden in her own pain. Pain and anguish that she endured alone. Committed to living another day, fighting another battle against the bearer of all her suffering, Sauron, the Dark Lord.

Ages passed before Galadriel understood that, despite everything, her suffering was never in silence, that there was still one more person who cared about her. Because there was Elrond, when she lost her family, when she lost her husband. He was always by her side.

Only Elrond in all Arda could understand the depth of Galadriel's grief. And he did not abandon her, even when she returned to Lindon and defied Gil-galad, and refused to accept the blessing of Valinor. She was too furious to realize it at the time, to understand how much Elrond cared for her.

It broke Galadriel's heart, deeply, when Elrond discovered that she had lied about Halbrand, about the Rings. Galadriel was horrified, she feared that Elrond would see the true version of her. Broken. Vengeful. Beyond repair. Trapped in her grief as deep as the Silmarils of Earth and Sea.

Although she would not admit it, Galadriel knew that the only way to find peace, to achieve forgiveness for all her mistakes, was to sacrifice herself. She entrusted Nenya to Elrond, because she would pay that price. For all of Middle-earth.

But Galadriel did not know that Elrond, her most beloved friend, would be a great fool. Because to Elrond, no matter the cost, he would not sacrifice Galadriel. He would fight to the death for her, so that they would have a chance.

She had seen that determination in Elrond's eyes when they had met again, when he had seen her imprisoned by Adar. When Adar had exposed her as a prize, as a dirty bargain for the fate of Eregion.

Elrond could not bear to see Galadriel suffer at Adar's hands. He would not let her. Perhaps the Valar were the only ones capable of judging the hearts of Elves and Men.

Galadriel had never felt such despair as she did at that moment. She was the only thing standing between Adar's army and the Elves of Lindon, against the destruction of Eregion. She alone could decide the salvation or ruin of the Elves.

Because Adar would never give up. He was incapable of stopping, of putting an end to his thirst for eternal revenge against Sauron.

When Elrond looked at Galadriel, she knew he would not keep his promise. That he would choose her above all else. Galadriel, however, could not blame Elrond. Because not even she, one of Gil-galad's most trusted commanders, would be able to sacrifice Elrond. Hadn't she sacrificed enough?

The Adar's camp was the point of no return for them, Galadriel thought. Alone in the hands of the Enemy, Elrond and Galadriel were completely exposed, without a way out.

And in that putrid tent, steeped in evil and cruelty, Galadriel realized that Elrond meant more to her. Wearing his armor, like a true elven warrior, Elrond had never looked more beautiful to her. So majestic and delicate, yet so strong and courageous at the same time.

Galadriel blamed herself deeply when she felt Elrond's lips against hers, because it felt so right. So unexpectedly good. And she kissed him back, because she never wanted him to leave her. Galadriel loved Elrond, but she feared feeling that love. She could lose Elrond as easily as she had lost so many.

She had not cared when Sauron had wounded her with the Morgoth's Crown. Was this the price of peace, then? It was a fair price, Galadriel thought. She was determined to make amends, even if Sauron would never give up the fight. For he might have regained the Nines, and she might have died in the fall. But he would never have Nenya.

Galadriel still remembered the feeling of when her body hit the forest floor, when her spirit tried to fight bravely against the rot of the wound, the evil that Sauron had imbued into her soul, into her essence.

Then she could hear his voice, Elrond. By her side, fighting for her to survive, for her to heal from all the pain, from all the loss, so that she would live one more to fight.

Galadriel forced her eyes open, suspecting it was night again. She felt as if she had always waking up at the moment Sauron had wounded her with the Crown, still too haunted by the fight. But she was safe now.

High King Gil-galad gathered a company of Elves to return to Lindon, so that all would be warned of the destruction of Eregion and the return of Sauron. All the wounded were to remain behind and guard the new refuge.

“Sauron is with the Nine. And he holds his power over the Seven.” Elrond muttered, enraged. “How do we know he will not come for her? For Nenya?”

For hours, Elrond and Gil-galad argued, until the High King gave in and allowed Elrond to remain in the haven with Galadriel. She was grateful that her friend has staying. He was the only one who made her feel safe now.

When she first awoke, Morgoth's rot showed Galadriel the truth. Celeborn was lost, forever. She had finally discovered the reason for the emptiness in her chest that never seemed to close. Her love was gone, and she could no longer live trapped in her hope.

Outside the tent, Galadriel heard footsteps. Always noisy like an Orc, even when he was trying not to wake all the Elves. Galadriel smiled, knowing that Elrond was there to see her once more, to make sure she was safe.

“Galadriel?” He whispered, stepping into the tent.

“You know you don’t have to check every day, don’t you?” Galadriel laughed at Elrond’s frown, extending her hand to him.

“I’m sorry, my friend.” He said, defeated, walking towards her. “I’m just concerned for your safety.”

Oh, she knew he was. Elrond had always cared so much for her. She wondered, now, if that kiss had been something he had wanted for much longer.

“Elrond?” Galadriel whispered uncertainly.

He looked at her, sitting on the makeshift bed. Concern shone in Elrond's clear eyes. He quickly took Galadriel's hand, intertwining their fingers.

“You can talk to me, always.” He said comfortingly.

“Did it have any meaning to you?”

Galadriel's voice was barely above a whisper. She was so embarrassed, she felt like a little girl in love. And she certainly hated feeling that way, even more so if he didn't feel the same.

“What, my dear?” Elrond brought his free hand to Galadriel’s face, bringing her eyes to his.

“Why did you kiss me, Elrond?” she said harshly.

Elrond stammered, unable to answer such a direct question. How Elrond could face an army of Orcs with ease, yet despair over a question, Galadriel could not understand.

“I needed a plan, you know,” he replied, but his voice was shaky. “I couldn’t leave you alone in that tent.”

“But was the kiss necessary?”

“How else could I distract Adar and his Uruks?” Elrond countered, standing up, his back to Galadriel.

“Was it just for that?” She asked. She wanted to scream at him, beg him to finally be honest with her.

Elrond didn't answer. His hands were stiff at his sides, as if he didn't know how to disguise the discomfort he was feeling. How could he talk about the feeling that was burning in his chest without ruining everything that existed between them?

“No. It wasn’t just that.” Elrond sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Why then, Elrond?” Galadriel said, standing up.

Her hands reached for Elrond’s shoulders, forcing the taller Elf to turn toward her. Tears streaked Elrond’s summer-gentle face. He is afraid, Galadriel thought, that he will lose me forever if he is honest.

“I am in love with you, Galadriel.” Elrond replied in a broken voice, his eyes closing. “Since the moment I met you.”

Galadriel smiled, feeling tears streaming down her face as well. This was what her family had been through, wasn't it? The fear of starting over after losing a great love. A love that had seemed so wrong to Fëanor.

“Do you love me, Elrond?” Galadriel asked.

“I do love you.” He replied.

Elrond was exposing his heart to Galadriel. So that she would decide that for him, if they could finally be together, surrendered to the love they felt. To the feeling that suffocated Galadriel's chest, as much as it suffocated Elrond.

It was up to her to decide whether she would let Elrond contemplate her flaws at dusk. Let him then decide whether he was willing to love that broken part. Artanis was in the past. Galadriel was what remained.

“I don’t know how I can love you, Elrond, without some other way.” She sobbed, closing her eyes.

Elrond smiled, bringing his hands to Galadriel's face, as when they were in Adar's tent.

“I love you, Galadriel. And I love everything that’s left of you.”

Before Galadriel could open her eyes, she felt Elrond's lips against hers. That kiss still felt so right. The Valar were granting Galadriel a second chance, and she would not let her sadness now be greater.

Galadriel kissed him back, wrapping her arms around Elrond's neck. She felt as if the light of Valinor shone against her face once more, as if she had achieved true peace.

Because Elrond's love was all she needed, all she was missing. He kissed her passionately, breathlessly, as if he wanted to drown in her until they were one, until they were joined not only in flesh, but in spirit.

“Will you stay with me?” She whispered, breaking the kiss.

“Do you love me, Galadriel?” Elrond murmured against her lips.

“You know I do.”

She gasped, losing herself once more in Elrond's lips, in everything that involved his presence. Because Elrond was intoxicating to her. His touch, his taste, the way he kissed her, as if nothing else in all of Arda mattered more to him than her.

Galadriel's hands reached for Elrond's curls, losing herself in the feeling of having him so close to her. Galadriel was tired of the armor he wore in the refuge, she wanted to be completely with him. As it should always have been.

Galadriel pulled away from Elrond, who looked at her in confusion. She smiled, reaching out her hand to him. Elrond smiled lovingly at her, letting her guide him to the bed. He would do whatever she wished, whatever she asked of him. The glow of Galadriel's golden hair mesmerized Elrond. He was sure that peace looked a lot like her.

Elrond sat on the bed, and Galadriel smiled at how accepting he was of her taking control of everything. He wouldn't say no to her, would he? And she knew it. Galadriel's hands reached for Elrond's elven armor, calmly removing it piece by piece.

Elrond did nothing, just watched Galadriel undress him, helping her take off what was left of his armor. For the Valar, he was more beautiful than she had imagined. Galadriel held Elrond's face, kissing his lips lightly.

When he tried to kiss her back, she pulled away, kissing Elrond's neck passionately, her hands gripping his brown curls. Elrond groaned, feeling Galadriel's tongue against his ear, before returning to kiss his neck. Elrond was like a jewel in Galadriel's hands, and she was molding him to her will.

Without removing her kisses from Elrond's neck, Galadriel pushed the Elf's body back onto the bed, sitting on his lap. Elrond's hands reached Galadriel's waist, his sighs encouraging her.

She let her lips lightly brush against Elrond's, who sighed at the loss of her touch. Galadriel ran her hands against Elrond's chest, removing his tunic, the last piece of clothing he had left. Elrond's hands reached Galadriel's waist, tightening her dress, but she bit his neck lightly.

“Don’t be so impatient.” She whispered.

Galadriel's kisses trailed down Elrond's collarbone, her nails lightly scratching his chest. Elrond groaned as Galadriel knelt in front of him, never breaking her kiss. He would be lost if she continued to love him so carnally.

But Galadriel was more than willing. Because Elrond was all she wanted. Elrond's hand reached into Galadriel's golden hair, groaning as her lips enveloped it. May the Valar forgive him, but he was even more in love with his friend.

Galadriel moaned against Elrond, satisfied by his groans. Galadriel would not waste another second with him. Elrond's grip on Galadriel's hair tightened as his tongue continued to tease him, her mouth never leaving him. Even without knowing Valinor, Elrond knew that only the greatest of blessings was being granted to him.

The movements of Galadriel's mouth intensified, and Elrond knew he could not be strong for much longer, even if he was half-elven. Galadriel could crush his spirit in that moment and he would not care.

Galadriel let her nails wander over Elrond's thighs, feeling as he cum undone against her mouth. Satisfied, she let him recover, trailing kisses up his stomach. Elrond's curls were plastered to his forehead, and she smiled passionately at him.

“Elrond.” She moaned, kissing him once more.

Elrond, panting, was quick to return the kiss, almost desperate. This time Galadriel did not stop him from pulling her dress, only stopping the kiss so that the dress was thrown on the floor of the tent.

Within seconds, Elrond was wrapping his arms around Galadriel's body, bringing his lips to her neck. Intoxicated, yes, he was being intoxicated by Galadriel's skin. Kissing and biting her neck passionately.

Galadriel sighed, holding the curls she loved so much. Elrond's kisses, just like hers before, traveled down her body. A flowery tongue, he was indeed. Elrond adored Galadriel with passion, with tenderness. But also with hunger. Kissing her breasts, kissing every patch of skin she had allowed him to touch.

Galadriel would let him make her his, she didn't care. She was choosing Elrond, she would no longer spend eternity alone. When Elrond held Galadriel's thighs, kissing her where she needed him most, she moaned Elrond's name.

She was back in the Land of the Valar, the Undying Lands. Before, she had not known this salvation in Valinor, but she was reaching with Elrond's lips. Her legs were against Elrond's face, but he did not stop kissing Galadriel, giving her as much pleasure as she had given him. She deserved everything. She deserved to be loved completely.

Galadriel tugged at Elrond's curls, moaning again. It was as if her chest was on fire, as if she would succumb to that passion at any second, as if she would shatter at the slightest touch from Elrond. She was sure she would never forget the sensation of feeling his lips.

“Elrond!” Galadriel moaned, her long golden hair sprawled across the bed, sticking to her sweaty face.

Elrond smiled at her, kissing her face, blinded by his passion, by his love for her. He couldn't get enough of her. He really was in love, Elrond thought.

“Mine?” He whispered, caressing her face.

“Yours.”

Galadriel kissed Elrond, pulling his body against hers. The kiss in the tent had felt right, but this? This was everything she had been looking for for so long.

She moaned, feeling Elrond against her, her legs wrapped around his waist. Galadriel's nails scratched down Elrond's back and he groaned against her lips.

It would be ages before Galadriel would overcome that feeling, that sensation. The eternal desire to consume Elrond, to be his and his alone. She felt so good against his body, feeling how complete they seemed together, how they seemed remade by each other's hands.

Elrond pulled his lips away from Galadriel, looking at her fondly, completely in love with her. With the woman she was, with who she had become. He was not afraid of her mistakes, he loved her for her mistakes, with all her flaws. He accepted her, completely.

And she knew it, now. Elrond reached for Galadriel's hand, lacing their fingers together. When he brought her hand to his lip, kissing where Nenya is, Galadriel gasped, her eyes closing against the emotions that were sweeping through her.

“Galadriel.” He whispered against her ear, intensifying his movements.

Galadriel didn't care about anything else. All that mattered was this moment. The two of them together. She arched her body, hugging Elrond, as if she could get closer to him, as if she could make him even more hers. But wasn't he already completely hers?

“Elrond…” She sighed, almost singing his name, moaning even louder.

And Elrond had no more control when he felt Galadriel pressing against him, cumming undone against him. He moaned Galadriel's name, letting himself join her, euphoria taking over both of them.

Galadriel opened her eyes as Elrond lay beside her. She was panting, but the warmth in his chest was comforting, even. She brought her hand to his face, Nenya's cool touch making Elrond open his eyes.

“Elrond?” Galadriel whispered, caressing his face.

“Yes?” He smiled, kissing Galadriel’s hand.

“Will you stand by my side, until the bitter end?”

“Until our souls are taken to Mandos, my dear.”

Elrond whispered, kissing Galadriel again. And she knew that they would be okay. That not even Sauron, or all the wars in Middle-earth, could shake Galadriel's love for Elrond.

I hope you enjoyed it. Reblogs, comments and likes are always welcome! And please don't copy my work or post it anywhere else.

tag: @valar-did-me-wrong @redrosesandcharmingsouls

[mvrstons]

GOOB HCS!!

The requester: @bizarrosthings (won’t let me tag them for some reason)

Also a lot about his arms, since it was requested!! (Will be divided into two)

Warnings; none!

He has floppy ears the same color as his paws!! They peak up whenever he’s overly excited, or when he hears a certain word he likes.

Scraps doesn’t let him drink energy drinks, due to him already being full of energy. She made the mistake of letting Goob have an every drink one time, and he didn’t sleep for two days straight.

Goob has bad memory. If you ask him about something that you know happened and remember, he won’t remember it at all unless you give a ton of context.

It’s SO hard to get this man upset. Unless you say something HORRIBLY mean, he won’t be affected by it.

He isn’t great at spelling. If you ask him to spell a certain word that’s a bit too long for him, he’ll have no clue at all.

DEFINITELY pansexual, he’ll love anybody no matter the gender they are.

Gets bullied on Roblox by randoms. Poor thing can barely move his character right due to his claws:( same thing with any other video game.

He believes in ghosts, and at night if it’s too dark or hears a random noise he’ll start screaming at the top of his lungs and run to the nearest light source. (Made a lil drabble below !)

It was time for bed, and all the toons were now getting comfortable in their assigned rooms for the night.

Goob was also getting comfy, until he saw what looked like a person in the corner of the room. He tried to get a closer look, but it was too dark to see anything without getting up. He had a night light, but it got worn out and stopped working over time and he now had to wait a few days to get a new one.

As soon as he thought he saw it move, he started screaming, dashing off the bed and making a beeline for the door.

Goob got his sister to go check it out, and it turns out it was just a chair with a hoodie over it.

Now onto the disabled hcs!!

I think if he was ever extracting, he’d fail quite some skill checks due to his claws, so he prefers distracting instead and letting everyone do the machines to save time.

He once tried to hold a soda can for too long, and it ended up slipping out of his hands and it spilled all over the floor. He apologized a ton afterwards, and helped clean most of it up.

Speaking of holding things, he isn’t able to hold certain things for too long due to the way his paws are shaped. Some examples are; anything round, soap, controllers, bags, ect.

Has trouble keeping his arms up, and can get exhausted easily/cause pain if he holds them up higher than normal for too long.

When Goob is just walking and his arms are tailing behind him, he’ll very rarely trip someone (or almost). Whenever it happens he feels SO bad, and ends up hugging whoever it is for what feels like forever.