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[findmeinthefallair]

A Blank Slate for Hunter

I love this outfit of Hunter's the most.

Hope you enjoy this lil' essay as a Halloween gift from me!

Hunter's silly elegant stable boy outfit is an outfit that allows him to be agile, not weighed down by layers of armour he had no choice in selecting to wear, and he can move freely.

No more cloaks (the precursor to no more gloves!). Keep in mind that in Labyrinth Runners he still had a cloak on, even if it wasn't the Golden Guard cloak.

And we know how dear freedom is to this boi's heart. He most likely picked this outfit himself, and by then he was no longer living rough post-Hollow Mind.

I guess this outfit always makes me think of the calm before the storm, in all its innocence. I mean, look at his corresponding model sheet:

The smirk. It's childlike. He's so silly. There's his excitement about something new that's beginning and which would bloom during the summertime he spends in the human realm.

And interestingly, there's some of the cheeky Golden Guard vibe left, yet it feels so new: which shows that it wasn't 100% persona. It's part of the real Hunter too!

When he runs with his friends, he looks happy:

He looks like he's experiencing safety and connection, belonging to found family already.

Not like when he's running scared:

His world is brightening:

It would eventually be snatched away on the night that Flapjack dies. But it wouldn't be lost to him forever, as love always returns even if in a different form.

Without this first season of beginning and growth, we wouldn't eventually have the pre-timeskip season of beginning and growth to let light back in again, in a new way.

There's the relief he feels after making it past Labyrinth Runners, having support from the kids at Hexside, and having a heart-to-heart talk with Gus, receiving and then giving back.

There was relative safety, in fact the most safety he's experienced at that point in his life after the horrors of Hollow Mind and Labyrinth Runners

and he was in the process of building up groundwork that would strengthen his resolve: the peak of which was voicing his desires in his Thanks to Them speech.

Sure, he gets triggered, but my god does he have help and support:

And he's cushioned by safe, trustworthy company. People who won't harm him.

His poor nerves could enjoy some respite for once! Well,

most of the time I think.

If you have heard of the body's sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems, you can spot both in action, well-animated during his various responses to distress.

"Sympathetic" forces him to move quickly, "parasympathetic" forces him to slow down and get rest. Sometimes, one of these might go into overdrive and bringing in the other would restore a better balance between both systems.

You can even "hack" these to slow down your heart rate and reduce distress, one example being splashing your face with ice-cold water (this triggers the body's "dive reflex" which can slow down one's pulse and generate more calmness), using deep breathing techniques or meditation to deliberately activate the parasympathetic system.

Hunter's fight-or-flight moments mean his sympathetic nervous system has come online, letting him be ready to spring into action to reach safety.

As he collapsed into his own grave which he dug at Eclipse Lake, that's the parasympathetic nervous system that's a big signal for him to rest, no matter how short. Any moment where he freezes is also the same nervous system activating.

There also would've been the offscreen pre-timeskip period of being depressed about Flapjack's absence and lack of purpose - it makes me so sad that this would've made him feel as though ALL progress he made was completely erased. But this grief response from his whole body and mind would've also the result of the parasympathetic nervous system forcing him to collapse into needed rest (any supposedly "extreme" response of his is honestly a normal response to unspeakable long-term abuse). These are the closest hints we got, when he thinks no one's watching, but of course we as audience members were privy to part of what may've been going on:

We have canon material that shows Gus helping him adaptively switch to his parasympathetic system, with something meditative (the square breathing technique) which he can continue to use and even develop variations of with his future therapist's help:

What about the times where he can healthily switch to the sympathetic system - moving his body a lot to reap physical and mental health benefits - as is needed? A good guess is that resuming flyer derby:

would be a big help during the worst of his post-regime depression, as part of an elaborate treatment plan in therapy. The tricky part for Willow, Gus, Camila and his other loved ones would be getting him out of bed and the house to Hexside. Luz and co. could also drag him out of the basement into the living room to dance to music videos or something.

He would eventually feel its benefits and have more happy brain chemicals! The more he does stuff with a group that he's close to, the more bonus chemicals he gets too.

What I'm getting at with the neurology stuff is the significance of this:

Perhaps most notable of all though, is him able to rise above and practice uttering a resounding "No" to Belos. The belonging he has found with the Hexsquad empowered him to do this.

When you build up protective factors (the opposite of risk factors) such as a support system and techniques to manage distressing symptoms, you could regain some control over your responses to triggers.

When Hunter helped to save Gus, he could push back against being overwhelmed by a flooded sympathetic nervous system here:

I love that there are moments where he experiences unpleasant sensations (affection from friends being very foreign to him), but he is mostly able to believe that he won't be harmed:

Neither nervous system is overwhelmed. Flapjack being on his shoulder must be a great help in grounding him here.

I just love this smirk on his face as he's in sync with Flapjack, the most confidence he's had since Belos shattered his beliefs at the end of Hollow Mind.

He and Flapjack have become even closer. They've built a relationship and have shared some precious memories, with many more to come during the summer.

We lose Flapjack, but one day in the future, Hunter can look back on these memories without being frozen in the horrors of his worst memories. He can't let the new in without first letting his best friend go in that scary sense. But he had the strength to do it, to engrave "Thank you for finding me. - H." on what would be Flapjack's headstone with his own timing, to make room for an existence without Flapjack, and for one that would eventually have his new palisman Waffles in it.

During this short period of resting up before the Day of Unity fight scenes, he gets to overall take a break.

There's an incredibly good analogy by therapist Georgia Dow on Youtube (link to her channel here) for when he starts to be in great danger.

When we see his expressions being drawn by the animators as more and more hypervigilant, when we see that adrenaline floods his system more and more to help him power through:

When you're hypervigilant like this, especially if you already have had a history of trauma dating back years, it's like when a smartphone's video recording mode switches on outside of your control.

The camera lens is wide, collecting all the trauma-related data and details that it can of the image frames in the recorded video: to ensure survival. And it's all subconsciously carried out beyond one's control.

And unfortunately, the phone might replay the distressing video(s) beyond your control, against your will, whenever a future trigger comes along. Imagine the video files simply just playing on their own, and you aren't able to hit the pause button on your phone screen or even choose to look away from your phone screen. That's how trauma replays in the mind during a trigger.

We see this in motion when Hunter is emotionally flooded with white hot fear here:

But when he saves Gus, he is able to regulate a similar if not worse wave of flashbacks later on here with the help of Willow's and Gus's breathing technique.

I think the scenes where he has childlike mischief written on his face are sandwiched between other episodes where he's going through an insanely tough time. It gives us in the audience a break as well...before the mayhem.

Under extremely high stress and in deep anguish, his prefrontal cortex is probably functioning at 1000% - one of the hallmarks of C-PTSD - to help him stay level-headed, and have good reaction time, and to strategize and survive.

He walks through the portal after Flapjack's death

with the widened wild look in his eyes, the overactivity in the part of the brain called the amygdala is screaming out how much danger he is in. His fight response is activated.

The opposite of all that hypervigilance mentioned above is the dissociative state that would become part of his day-to-day, once an extremely difficult period of depression hits him post-regime.

But in Clouds on the Horizon, King's Tide and the start of Thanks to Them, he is able to spend quite a few moments just "being". He's able to grin quite a bit.

I just love that he's learning about and experiencing safety in relationships in these episodes:

He can chill a fair bit, given the benchmark of craziness that was part of his daily life for too long. He's grounded yet relaxed during much of this phase.

As brief as this phase was, it's endearing, there's a pure and particularly vibrant quality about it despite the actual outfit colour being bland ol' beige, and it's a really special part of Hunter's overall screentime.

It was a simpler time, before the far worse and far messier confusion which would be waiting for him post-regime e.g. missing the 'love' that his 'Uncle' had shown him...feeling like he did not deserve to be revived by Flapjack once the survivor's guilt related to the grimwalker graveyard hits...and the rage of Belos's betrayal reaching full force.

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Love in the Times of Charles | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader [Face Claim: None]

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Summary: Y/N and Max are on a stealth mission to keep their relationship under wraps. But with rumors swirling faster than a car at Monza, Charles's overprotective instincts kick in—cue the concerned brother alarms! Meanwhile, the boys offer about as much help as a flat tire, with plans so ridiculous they might just need a pit crew. Will Y/N and Max dodge Charles’s protective wrath, or will this love story end up in the wall? Strap in; it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!

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A/N: just wanted to ask if anyone feels annoyed or don't like it when smau fics have story parts? like I don't want to do the confessions and some of the things on text and I wanna write about some of the behind the scenes too and the only way to do that is to write it in a story format but apparently some people don't like that? like what is you guy's consensus on this?

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Part 5 of my wheel-to-wheel but still in denial series: Masterlist

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: Thought coffee was gonna be the most stable thing in my life but even that got replaced by matcha ☕️💔

Liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

Did the coffee leave you for someone else too?

      ↪ y/n_leclerc :

At least coffee doesn’t need a grid penalty to get close to me.

      ↪ danielricciardo:

This roast is hotter than the coffee 👀

      ↪ charles_leclerc:

Don't make me call FIA on both of you.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc :

Charles, pls, I’m still recovering from your last safety briefing.

      ↪ landonorris:

Max back to roasting? Is this the plot twist we’ve been waiting for?

user1:

Why are they roasting each other again? What happened to 'Max is definitely into her'?!

user2:

THE FLIRTING ERA IS OVER?? MAX AND Y/N ROAST ERA INCOMING 🚨

user3:

WE NEED ANSWERS. WHY ISN’T MAX FLIRTING ANYMORE??

DMs between Max and Y/N:

maxverstappen1:

Still thinking about our coffee date this morning. You looked way too good for just a casual date. 😏

y/n_leclerc:

Lol please, I literally rolled out of bed and threw on a hoodie. But I’m glad my ‘effortless chic’ fooled you. 😉

maxverstappen1:

Fooled me? No chance. I knew exactly what you were doing. Strategic as always. 😌

y/n_leclerc:

Strategic? I just wanted caffeine, Max. But if you’re calling my bedhead a ‘strategy’... sure, I’ll take it.

maxverstappen1:

Whatever you call it, it worked. Couldn’t stop staring at you.

y/n_leclerc:

Max. You’re so sappy today, what happened to your 'too cool' attitude?

maxverstappen1:

That went out the window the moment you started dating me. Now, I’m just soft. For you. 🥲

y/n_leclerc:

Soft Verstappen? I never thought I'd live to see the day.

maxverstappen1:

Only for you. Don’t tell the others, though. I have a reputation to uphold.

y/n_leclerc:

Your secret’s safe with me. But honestly, I’m loving whatever this is. Us, I mean.

maxverstappen1:

Same. This whole 'flirting in public and pretending everything’s normal' thing? Chef’s kiss. Watching people lose their minds over it is the best part.

y/n_leclerc:

It’s like we’re living rent-free in their heads. The comments are gold. Especially the ones trying to figure out what the hell is going on with us.

maxverstappen1:

Like the one saying we’re secretly married already? That one almost made me spit out my coffee. 😂

y/n_leclerc:

I saw that! They’ve got theories for days. The one where we’re 'just friends' but you’ve been flirting for a whole week straight? Love that for us.

maxverstappen1:

Right? Like, I was literally flirting non-stop, and now they think we’re back to picking fights with each other like nothing happened. 😂

y/n_leclerc:

We're driving them crazy and honestly, I’m having the time of my life watching it.

maxverstappen1:

Same. But I kinda miss not having to hold back on the flirting. 😏

y/n_leclerc:

Oh yeah? How would you even flirt if you didn’t have to hold back, Verstappen?

maxverstappen1:

I’d take you somewhere nice. Like, I don’t know, a fancy restaurant maybe? 😎

y/n_leclerc:

Smooth. Are you asking me out again?

maxverstappen1:

Depends. Are you saying yes?

y/n_leclerc:

Let’s say I’m free… where are you taking me?

maxverstappen1:

Somewhere where you won’t be able to just wear a hoodie. Gotta dress up for this one. 😉

y/n_leclerc:

A challenge. I accept.

maxverstappen1:

Perfect. Friday night. I’ll pick you up.

y/n_leclerc:

Can’t wait. 😘

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: Dinner for one but looking like a 10 ✨

Liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

carmenmmundt:

You’re killing it! 💅 When’s our next girls' dinner??

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Whenever you’re ready to throw George’s credit card on the line again. 💳😉

      ↪ georgerussell63:

Excuse me, why is my financial ruin the theme of your dinners?

lilymhe:

Okay but where’s MY invite?? You look too good to be dining alone.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Lily, your absence was felt, the waiter asked where my better half was. 🥲

      ↪ alex_albon:

Pretty sure he asked that because you flirted for a free dessert.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

And it WORKED, Albono. That’s called strategy.

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

Dinner for one? Weird, thought you’d be out there terrorizing other diners.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Terrorizing diners? Max, I’m not the one who scarfs food down like I’ve been starved for days.

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

That’s called efficiency. You wouldn’t know, with how long you take to pick an outfit.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Efficiency? More like desperation. And excuse you, I picked this outfit in five minutes

      ↪ danielricciardo:

Efficiency is just code for ‘I’m hungry and scared of forks.’

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Daniel gets it. Max probably uses chopsticks like they’re drumsticks.

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

Bold of you to assume I even use utensils.

      ↪ landonorris:

He just drinks soup straight from the bowl. Classy.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Honestly, that explains a lot.

      ↪ charles_leclerc:

What is happening in these comments?? Also, Y/N, you look great but maybe stop tormenting Max in public?

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

He does that all by himself, Charles. I’m just here for moral support.

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

Your moral support feels more like public humiliation.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

You’d miss it if I stopped, Verstappen.

user4:

Y/N and Max fighting in the comments AGAIN, this is the content I live for.

user5:

Max is trying to pretend like he’s not impressed but we all know the truth.

user6:

Plot twist: Max was the one taking the picture at the restaurant.

alex_albon:

maxverstappen1 Why are you pretending you're not paying for that wine?

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

EWW who’d go to dinner with him??

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

And yet, here you are, missing me at dinner.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Not as much as you miss your table manners.

user7:

"Max & Y/N: Endless banter, zero chill."

user8:

Y/N is out here eating fine dining alone while dragging Max in the comments, living the DREAM.

user9:

At this point, they should just get married and keep roasting each other forever.

user10:

Wasn’t Max all flirty in the last chapter? WHAT HAPPENED?!

user11:

Max flirting era is over 😭

user12:

Plot twist: Max and Y/N are in a secret relationship where they flirt by insulting each other.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: Monza weekend!! Supporting my favorite Ferrari boy, Charles! ❤️ Let’s get this Win!!

Liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, landonorris, and 320,456 others.

Comments:

charles_leclerc:

Let’s do this!

user13:

President of the Charles Leclerc fan club, reporting for duty.

user14:

As always, our queen is a Ferrari stan first.

user15:

She’s so loyal to Charles, I love it.

user16:

Imagine supporting a guy and then getting spotted at Red Bull later. Sis, pick a side!

user17:

Did anyone else see Y/N on the Red Bull side?? 👀 I smell drama.

landonorris:

Are you hyping Charles because you have to, or because you want to? Asking for Max.

user18:

Girl, why are there rumors you were seen near Red Bull? 👀

user19:

If I see Y/N at Red Bull again, I’m going full detective mode. Like, pick a lane!

user20:

MONZA DRAMA INCOMING 🚨 Did she swap allegiances?!

pierregasly:

Bet Max is gonna ‘conveniently’ miss this post.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

He’s too busy finishing ahead of you to notice.

      ↪ pierregasly:

Unnecessary.

maxverstappen1 posted a photo:

Caption: Calm before the storm. Let’s get it. 💪

Liked by charles_leclerc, y/n_leclerc, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

y/n_leclerc:

Storm? More like a light drizzle with a 10% chance of embarrassment.

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

Says the girl who can’t walk in heels without tripping over nothing.

      ↪ georgerussell63:

This is the weirdest foreplay I’ve ever seen.

      ↪ alex_albon:

George said what we’re all thinking.

user21:

They fight like an old married couple but without the actual marriage.

f1_gossips tweeted:

SPOTTED: Y/N Leclerc cheering for Charles at Monza, but sources claim she was ALSO seen at the Red Bull garage earlier. Trouble in Ferrari paradise? Or is Y/N just mixing allegiances? Stay tuned for more.

Comments:

user22:

This girl is living her best double agent life.

user23:

Y/N is just here for the drama and we love it.

user24:

I’m convinced she’s trolling us all. A queen of chaos.

user25:

She’s doing what we all want to do—have a Ferrari brother and a Red Bull ‘friend’ 😂.

user26:

Ferrari fans about to lose it 😂

user27:

Plot twist: she’s there for the energy drinks.

user28:

She’s definitely with Max. No other explanation.

user29:

Charles is gonna crash into Max out of pure sibling rage, I can feel it.

user30:

Y/N in the Red Bull garage?! Someone call Charles, this is a scandal!

user31:

This is the chaos I signed up for. I NEED MORE TEA.

user32:

Not Y/N being Ferrari’s biggest fan and then sneaking over to Red Bull. Iconic.

user33:

Ferrari by day, Red Bull by night?

user34:

She’s playing both teams and we stan.

user45:

Charles has no idea his sister is secretly living a double life.

user36:

How long before Charles throws Max into a wall, tho?

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: CHARLES WINS AT MONZA! I TOLD Y’ALL 🔥 FORZA FERRARI, FORZA LECLERC 🚀❤️

Liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, landonorris, and 520,439 others.

Comments:

charles_leclerc:

Best fan out there ❤️ Grazie mille!

user37:

She’s literally the president of the Leclerc fan club.

user38:

Low-key love how Max isn’t even on her radar right now.

user39:

I give it 10 minutes before someone spots her with Max and the chaos starts.

user40:

This is why Y/N is the ultimate sister.

user41:

She’s living her best life as Ferrari royalty, honestly.

user42:

I’d celebrate Charles winning too, if I didn’t also think she was spotted on the Red Bull side.

user43:

Wait, no, seriously, can someone confirm if she was actually with Max at Red Bull today?

f1_gossips tweeted:

BREAKING: Charles Leclerc wins the Italian Grand Prix in stunning fashion! Meanwhile, sources at the post-race afterparty spotted Y/N Leclerc getting cozy with none other than Max Verstappen. Are the rumors true? Check out this pic below!

Comments:

user44:

Bigfoot and UFOs have more clarity than this pic, but I can still see Max.

user45:

Y/N said Ferrari win, but Max is the prize.

user46:

She went from Ferrari girl to Red Bull real quick after that win, huh?

user47:

Charles won the race, but Max won Y/N.

user48:

Y/N’s living her best ‘support Ferrari but flirt with Red Bull’ life.

user49:

Blurry or not, I KNOW that’s Max. The man’s silhouette is unmistakable.

user50:

Y/N and Max cuddling up after Charles' win?? Ferrari fans, we okay??

user51:

Monza afterparty tea is always the spiciest.

user52:

I can’t believe she’s out here celebrating with Max after her brother won.

user53:

Y/N’s like, ‘Congrats, Charles, but I gotta go check on my Red Bull guy real quick.’

user54:

This girl’s got her Ferrari heart and Red Bull eyes 👀.

user55:

Plot twist: Max and Y/N are secretly dating and just troll us all online for fun.

f1_gossips tweeted:

MORE DRAMA: After celebrating Charles’ win, Y/N Leclerc was allegedly spotted again at the Red Bull garage. The blurred lines between Ferrari and Red Bull have fans in a frenzy. Is Y/N really just here this weekend to ‘support her brother,’ or is something else brewing between her and Max Verstappen?

Comments:

user56:

I’m convinced she’s playing us all for fun.

user57:

Y/N’s trolling everyone, and honestly, I’m here for it.

user58:

I don’t care who she’s with, I just need answers!!

user59:

I swear Y/N’s gonna give me a heart attack with these mixed signals.

user60:

Charles winning, Y/N maybe dating Max, and blurry gossip pics—F1 drama is at an all-time high.

user61:

I’m starting to think Y/N is the real mastermind of the entire F1 circus.

user62:

Next race, Charles is taking Max out for ‘unrelated’ reasons. Bet.

DMs between Charles and Y/N:

charles_leclerc:

Y/N. WHAT IS THIS I’M SEEING ABOUT YOU AND MAX AT THE MONZA AFTERPARTY?!

y/n_leclerc:

Charles, relax. What are you even talking about?

charles_leclerc:

RELAX? I’ve seen the pictures! Cozying up with Max? The one guy you literally fight with all the time? What the hell is going on?!

y/n_leclerc:

Oh my god. First of all, I would rather fight a swarm of bees than 'cozy up' with Max. You really think I’d be into that? Insufferable, annoying, always-has-something-to-say Max?

charles_leclerc:

The pictures don’t lie, Y/N. You were standing way too close. What were you doing with him?!

y/n_leclerc:

We were arguing, obviously. You know that’s like our thing. Five minutes in the same room, and he’s already saying something dumb. I’m just trying to live my life, and he’s there, being all Max-y.

charles_leclerc:

Arguing? That’s it? You swear?!

y/n_leclerc:

Yes! We were literally just arguing. You know, me calling him a pain in the ass, him being all smug. Classic Max-and-Y/N content.

charles_leclerc:

Mon dieu, Y/N. You scared the hell out of me! The way these gossip pages were talking, I thought you two were about to get married or something. 😤

y/n_leclerc:

Married to Max? I’d rather shove my head in a tire wall. Relax, Charlie. Nothing is happening. It’s just Max being his annoying self, like usual.

charles_leclerc:

Okay, good. I don’t need that headache in my life. Gossip pages making a big deal out of nothing as always.

y/n_leclerc:

Yeah, chill out. Like I said, I’d rather throw myself into a DRS zone than let that happen. 😂

charles_leclerc:

Good. I thought I was going to have to block you from every race event if something was going on. Max Verstappen... ugh.

Groupchat: “The Snafu Society”

y/n_leclerc:

GUYS. WE HAVE A MASSIVE PROBLEM.

(sends screenshot of her convo with Charles)

What the hell am I supposed to do?? Charles is going to KILL me when he finds out I’m actually with Max and I lied about it!

lando.jpg:

Ohhhh, you are so screwed. 😂 Like, RIP Y/N. 💀 It was nice knowing you.

georgerussell63:

Big yikes. I’m sending flowers to your funeral. What’s your favorite color?

alex_albon:

Maybe you can tell him Max saved a kitten from a burning building? Or like… became a monk? You gotta soften the blow somehow. 🐱🔥

danielricciardo:

Tell him Max is actually a long-lost Leclerc cousin. Boom. Problem solved.

maxverstappen1:

EXCUSE ME?! A Leclerc cousin? Why am I suddenly part of the family? also that's incest?? 😂

y/n_leclerc:

I’m SERIOUS! He’s going to legit lose it! I’ve been stalling but… there’s no way out of this. What if he literally crashes into you on track, Max?? 😳

maxverstappen1:

Okay, calm down. He won’t crash into me… I hope. Maybe. Probably.

lando.jpg:

Definitely gonna crash into you. Like, 100%. F in the chat for Max.

danielricciardo:

New idea! Fake your own disappearance! Hide in a bunker until the season’s over. It’s flawless.

alex_albon:

Or just make Max wear a disguise next time you two are together. Like, put him in a Ferrari hat, maybe Charles won’t notice.

georgerussell63:

Ferrari hat? Genius. Max, you good with that? 

maxverstappen1:

NO. I’m not wearing a Ferrari hat. 😤

y/n_leclerc:

This is NOT helping, you guys! Max, are you just sitting there being all calm about this?

maxverstappen1:

Look, we’ll figure it out. Worst case, I’ll just charm him with my winning personality.

lando.jpg:

Winning personality, Max? The only thing Charles is winning is the fistfight with you when he finds out. 😂

danielricciardo:

Tell him you’re pregnant. Just drop it like a bomb. He’ll be too shocked to kill Max.

y/n_leclerc:

EXCUSE ME? Daniel, you’re banned from giving advice.

alex_albon:

Seconded.

georgerussell63:

Honestly, Charles is probably already suspicious. But Max, maybe send him a fruit basket to soften him up? 'Thanks for not killing me—yet.' 🍍

maxverstappen1:

Guys… Let’s just stay calm. We’ll tell him soon, and everything will be fine. Right, Y/N?

y/n_leclerc:

Fine?! I’m about to be disowned!

lando.jpg:

Don’t worry. We’ll visit you in exile. 😂

maxverstappen1:

Okay, okay. I’ll talk to him if I have to. Just… try not to panic. It’s me. Charles likes me… kinda. Right?

y/n_leclerc:

You wish, Max. He’s gonna use you as a traffic cone.

danielricciardo:

Let’s be honest. If anyone’s gonna crash into Max, it’s gonna be Arthur, just for fun. 😂

y/n_leclerc:

Great. Now I’m even more stressed.

lando.jpg:

And I know the perfect way to destress! drinks on me when we go back to monaco

f1_gossips tweeted:

🚨 Monaco Scandal: Y/N Leclerc and Max Verstappen Caught Kissing! 🚨

Hold onto your racing helmets, folks, because the latest tea is HOT! 🔥 Forget everything you thought you knew about Y/N and Max’s so-called “rivalry,” because sources in Monaco just served up some serious tea! 🍵rumour has it that Y/N Leclerc and Max Verstappen were spotted not only getting cozy while waiting for an elevator, but actually kissing. Yes, you read that right—kissing. 😳

According to eyewitnesses, they looked all kinds of cozy—like, too close for two people who “can’t stand each other.” To make it even juicier, Max was overheard calling Y/N “Schatje” and “Liefje.” Yes, you read that right. Pet names. Dutch pet names. 😱

They weren’t exactly trying to hide it either, full-on PDA while waiting for the elevator at a fancy Monaco Bar. With Max's arms around Y/N and her hand on his chest, it's safe to say things are heating up faster than a Monaco track in July. Is this the confirmation we've all been waiting for? Are they finally going public? Fans are losing their minds, and we are here for it. 👀💋

#MaxYN  #PlotTwistOfTheYear #ElevatorEscapade

Comments:

user63:

 WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. Max calling Y/N schatje AND liefje?!? I’m screaming. 🚨😱

user64:

 My man went from being jealous of the elevator guy to being the elevator guy himself

user65:

This is the enemies-to-lovers plot twist I didn’t know I needed.

user66:

 If Charles finds out, he’s gonna drive Max off the track. 😬

use67:

 Okay but I bet they were arguing over who pressed the elevator button first.

user68:

 What is miss girl’s obsession with elevators?!?!?

user69:

 So Max is soft now? Pet names and everything? I’m unwell.

user70:

I swear this whole time they’ve been pretending to hate each other, and now they’re cuddling in elevators. Someone explain. 😩

user71:

WAIT THEY WERE KISSING?! I was not emotionally prepared for this news. 😳

user72:

So Max’s love language is Dutch pet names and y/n's is elevator kisses? I’m dying.

user73:

KISSING in MONACO? This just became the most iconic off-track moment of the year.

user74:

I can't believe Max Verstappen of all people is out here calling Y/N "schatje" in public. 💀

user75:

Charles is gonna lose it when he finds out his sister is locking lips with his biggest rival. 💀

user76:

Monaco’s about to get real awkward if Charles runs into them... just saying.

Y/N woke up to the sound of soft, rhythmic breathing beside her. Her head pounded, and she felt like someone had stuffed cotton in her mouth. She blinked, trying to get her bearings, and slowly realized where she was: in Max’s bed, in Max’s apartment, with Max’s arm thrown lazily over her waist, holding her like they hadn’t just gotten plastered the night before.

For a moment, she lay there, wrapped in the heavy warmth of his arm draped across her stomach, trying to remember exactly how they ended up in this position. Her head throbbed with the unmistakable ache of too many drinks and too many bad decisions.

Max stirred next to her, shifting slightly but keeping his arm around her like it was a reflex. Y/N turned her head to look at him, his face still half-buried in the pillow, hair messy and slightly wild, looking so annoyingly cute it made her stomach do a weird little flip.

“Morning, Schatje,” he mumbled without even opening his eyes.

Y/N snorted. "Wow, you’re really pulling out all the stops with the pet names this morning, huh? Wasn’t it ‘Liefje’ last night? I’m gonna need a Dutch dictionary just to keep up."

Max laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. "You should consider it. I’ve got a lot more where that came from. Besides, you’re cute when you’re all hungover and confused.”

Y/N groaned, rolling onto her back and throwing an arm over her face. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I feel like death.”

“Well, I think you look adorable,” Max replied, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She peeked out from under her arm, squinting at him. “You sure it’s not because your head is still spinning?”

“Maybe,” Max admitted, his smile growing. “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

Y/N giggled, poking his side. “You’re so full of it.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

For a moment, they lay there in silence, enjoying the rare quietness of the morning. It was one of those rare, soft moments—no teasing, no sarcastic comments, just the two of them tangled together, wrapped in the warmth of each other.

“Why did we drink so much last night?” Y/N eventually asked, her voice muffled by Max’s chest.

“Because Lando dared us,” Max answered, sounding almost proud.

"Why do we listen to him?" Y/N groaned, her voice hoarse as she nuzzled deeper into Max’s chest.

Max chuckled, his voice still raspy with sleep. "Because he’s surprisingly persuasive for someone who looks like a lost child."

Y/N groaned again. “I’m never listening to that idiot again. We need to stop letting Lando be in charge of our nights.”

“I agree. Never let Lando dictate our fun again,” Max chuckled, shifting to press another kiss on her temple. “I’m officially banning him.”

“Good.” She sighed contentedly, closing her eyes for just a little bit longer. “I could stay like this forever.”

“Me too,” Max whispered softly.

She giggled, pulling the blanket up over her head to block out the sun. "I still feel like death though."

"Same." Max shifted slightly, brushing her hair away from her face. "But at least I’m dying next to you, Schatje."

"Please don’t," she grumbled, but she couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. "Honestly, I blame you just as much as Lando. You were the one who said, ‘Let’s do tequila shots, it'll be fun!’"

"Because it was fun," Max shot back, smirking. "At least until we ended up making out in front of that elevator."

Y/N froze for a second before she groaned and threw a pillow over her face. "Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m still embarrassed."

Max rolled onto his side to face her, pulling the pillow off her head. "Why? You didn’t seem embarrassed at the time," he teased. "In fact, I seem to remember you being very enthusiastic about it."

Y/N’s face turned red. "Okay, okay, shut up!"

"I’m just saying." Max winked at her, then stretched, looking way too good for someone who was supposed to be hungover. "You looked cute."

"Great," she muttered, rolling her eyes but smiling. "Now I’m cute and dead."

Max snickered, then leaned over to kiss her forehead. "If you’re dead, I’m dead too, because Lando definitely spiked those drinks."

"Speaking of Lando, I’m pretty sure I need to blacklist him from my life," Y/N said, stretching lazily. She reached over the side of the bed and found her phone buried in her pile of clothes. "Let me see if he’s alive."

As soon as her phone powered on, it exploded with notifications. Text after text, missed call after missed call, all from the boys…and her brothers.

"Oh no," Y/N whispered, her eyes wide. She stared at the screen, frozen in horror. "Oh no, no, no." She scrolled through the chaos and saw that her brothers were leading the charge in spamming her. There were also dozens of missed calls, mostly from Charles, Arthur, and—“Why is Lorenzo involved? What the hell did we do last night?!”

Max, who was halfway to the bathroom, turned back around. "What’s wrong?"

Y/N held up her phone, showing him the sheer volume of missed calls. "Max, we’re screwed. We are so screwed."

Max’s eyebrows furrowed. "Who’s been calling?"

"Everyone. All the boys. My brothers. Even Lorenzo. And Arthur. This is a nightmare," Y/N said, her voice rising in panic.

Max blinked. "Lorenzo? That’s… that’s not good."

"No shit it’s not good!" Y/N shrieked, scrolling through her messages frantically. "I’m being hunted down by my entire family!"

Max grabbed his own phone from the nightstand, but it was dead. He shrugged. "I guess ignorance is bliss, huh?"

Y/N groaned, clutching her phone like it might explode. "You’re not helping, Max!"

She scrolled through the texts, all of which ranged from "CALL ME NOW!" to "What the hell is going on?" from Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo. Max peered over her shoulder, his brow furrowing.

"Okay, maybe it’s not that bad—" he started, but Y/N’s phone rang, cutting him off.

"Lando," Y/N muttered. "This idiot better have some answers." She answered the call. "Lando, what the hell did you do?!"

"Me?!" Lando’s voice screeched through the phone. "This isn’t my fault! I wasn’t the one making out with Max in front of an elevator!"

Y/N slapped her forehead, and Max burst into laughter. "Oh my God, Lando, seriously?!"

"Yes! Seriously!" Lando was practically hyperventilating on the other end of the call. "Photos got leaked from last night! You two were caught being all cozy, and now everyone knows. Charles called me at like 6 AM, and I thought I was gonna die. Arthur called next, and then Lorenzo—LORENZO! I had to confess, Y/N! I caved under pressure!"

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror. "Oh my God, Lando!"

"I’m a dead man! You’re a dead woman! We’re all dead!" Lando rambled, his voice climbing an octave with each sentence. "Charles is pissed, Arthur is even worse, and Lorenzo…Lorenzo is probably getting a hitman involved. And now they’re all at your apartment waiting for you!"

"Wait, what? They’re at my apartment?!" Y/N shrieked.

"Yes!" Lando cried. "They’re waiting for you, Y/N! They want answers!"

Max, who had been listening in, leaned closer to the phone. "What exactly are they mad about?"

"MAX! Oh God, Max, you’re so dead," Lando screeched. "They saw the pictures of you two—holding hands, kissing, being all ‘Schatje’ this and ‘Liefje’ that. And now they want to know why no one told them."

Y/N buried her face in her hands. "This is a nightmare."

Lando continued rambling, clearly losing his grip on reality. "Charles was so mad, he almost broke his phone when I told him I knew about you two. And Arthur? He’s got murder in his eyes. Murder, Y/N. I’m not even safe!. Arthur called me ‘an accomplice,’ and I’m honestly afraid for my life right now.”

Y/N exchanged a horrified look with Max. "We’re all doomed," she muttered.

Max, surprisingly calm, shrugged. "I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?"

"Death, Max," Y/N replied, her voice shaking with disbelief. "The worst is death."

Lando piped up again. "You guys need to come up with a plan. Fast. Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo are about to storm the place like it’s a medieval siege."

Y/N was starting to spiral. "I need a plan! I need an escape route! I can’t face them like this!"

Max rubbed her back soothingly. "Relax, Schatje. We’ll go to your apartment, deal with them, and explain everything."

"Max, they’re gonna skin you alive," Y/N said, glaring at him. "You really think they’ll just let this slide? You’re dating their sister."

"And I’ll just tell them that I’ve got good intentions." Max smirked. "Maybe we can distract them with snacks."

"Lorenzo doesn’t do snacks," Y/N deadpanned.

Lando was still panicking on the other end. "I’m staying far away from this. You’re on your own!"

Y/N groaned. "Lando, you’re supposed to help!"

"I can’t help you if I’m dead, Y/N!" Lando whined. "I’m too pretty to die young!"

Max sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, let’s just get this over with."

Y/N looked at him, both amused and horrified. "You’re way too calm for someone who’s about to be slaughtered by my family."

Max winked at her. "I’ve got my secret weapon: my irresistible charm."

Lando’s voice piped up again. “If I don’t hear from you in the next 24 hours, I’ll assume you’ve both been murdered by Charles.”

"Yeah, you’re definitely gonna need more than that," Y/N muttered.

Lando interrupted one last time. "Good luck, guys. You’re gonna need it."

“Thanks, Lando. Very reassuring.” Y/N hung up and looked at Max, feeling the anxiety slowly building. “What do we do?”

Y/N tossed her phone onto the couch. She stood up, pacing the room. "This is bad. This is so bad. They’re probably already plotting my demise."

Max stood up and stretched, clearly unbothered. "I’ll take responsibility. I’ll tell them I made the first move."

Y/N laughed, despite the panic bubbling in her chest. "Oh, that’s gonna go over great."

"Don’t worry," Max said, walking over to her and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I’ll protect you."

She looked up at him, eyes wide. "You’re delusional."

"Maybe," Max grinned, "but I’m delusional for you."

Y/N shook her head, grabbing his hand. "Come on, let’s go. Might as well face the music before they break down my door."

"Or your phone," Max quipped.

Y/N glared at him. "This is all your fault."

Max smirked. "Maybe. But you love me anyway."

She groaned but didn’t deny it, knowing full well that Max was right—about both things.

Y/N ran her hand through her hair, trying to calm herself down. “Okay, okay. We’ll go back to my apartment and figure this out.”

Max stood up, stretching. “I’ll make sure to bring snacks for the interrogation.”

Y/N laughed, despite herself. “You’re way too calm about this.”

“Maybe I like living dangerously,” Max said, smirking.

“Or maybe you just have a death wish.”

“Either way,” Max replied, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek, “I’m with you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “Well, you better be. Because we’re both about to face the firing squad.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[princess-of-the-corner]

Roleswap AU Juleka/Luka. & Chloé(if not already taken)

Juleka is the girl anyone can talk to. She's got Goth-chic but watching people taught her about people. She always took care of her bug brother who took their father's departure very hard. She's the calm to Rose's storm. She's the Ocean to the bright daystar.

Luka introvert-spectrum adjacent boy with his guitar who only comes to life on stage or crafting a new instrument. Happiness fled with his father, and only in the crafting of music can he find solace and perhaps find the siren's tune to lure his father back home.

Meanwhile...

Chloé never knew her mother. She was gone before Chloé was home from the hospital(premie) She really has no idea she is missing anything really. Her father spared no expense (and devoted maximum time) to immersing her in hobbies and social circles so she never felt the lack. She's rich and skilled from training but also became aware early that others don't get their own horse, pool, gym, private language lessons, dance with the Paris ballet, etc. She *does* like to show off, but always with an aim to inclusion and spreading the wealth.

Ie- 'This is my stable, this is my Pedigree Arabian Jumper 'Shamazar' I've won three medals on... and these horses here are for any of you to use if you want, just call Francois the head groom to make an appointment.'

inch resting

[angelcloves]

Favorite Hunter outfit?

STABLE BOY CHIC

[tidaltow]

arranged on the table before Percy was a vibrant assortment of beach-themed treasures; mismatched shells strung together to make a chunky necklace, dried sea stars in various sizes, & a few lucky sand dollars made up the bundle. however, the ‘beach’ element wasn’t the only consistent thing across all the items, for Ari ( with the help of a few other kind demigods aboard the Argo II ) had carefully painted each one a different shade of blue. Ari looked up at Percy with twinkling, excited eyes, hoping he would love his special birthday gift.

“ha … happy merry birthday, Pissy!” Ari said brightly, holding onto the edge of the table to keep herself stable as she jovially bounced on her toes. “fff … for you!”

@earthssprout || “belated” bday shenanigans (bc winnie sent this in on time but i'm slow so it's on me asdjgjk)

So, look, kids Percy's age had typically “grown out” of themed gifts.

Y'know, for example, how a pretty decent percentage of little girls apparently had a “horse girl phase” that all their parties had to be centered around, but they eventually moved on (Would Ari ever have one of those?); or how your favorite color was practically a personality trait (along with your favorite food, whether you liked cats or dogs [never both; unacceptable], what team you rooted for in literally any sport [ . . . but that extended to the adults, too]). Thing is, at some point, a kid's interests became a bit more complex than just “dog goes woof, so I obsess over dog” . . .

Or, okay, “Mom started making everything blue just to spite my dumb step-dad, so now I obsess over the color blue.” Or, “Yeah, my dad's the sea god, so my entire personality needs to be surfer boy chic.”

See, good thing “Percy” and “typical” weren't on the same page. (And the alphabet wasn't changing anytime soon to alter that.)

When he saw the assortment of gifts laid out across the table, he might as well have been living his best “horse girl” dreams, thriving in the “Yes, my favorite color is blue and I'm owning it” vibes, basking in the “I'm the son of Poseidon” spotlight. But maybe what really sold the whole thing, what really made it all the more special, was seeing the excited little girl who went to all the trouble to do this for him.

Yeah. That had to be it. That had to be why Percy found himself grinning like he was in the middle of a sugar high after too much cake. (He hoped that'd be the literal case soon.)

“Whoa, seriously? Did you do all of this?” Percy was pretty sure she couldn't have. (But he was also pretty sure he was prone to underestimating her.) He'd happily give her all the credit, either way. “That's so cool. Everything turned out amazing.” And he spent a few moments rolling the painted seashells over in his fingers, eventually donning that necklace as proudly as if it bore his beads from camp.

While he continued to fiddle with one of the cowrie shells—ignoring that the weight of everything on the necklace wasn't exactly distributed evenly—Percy wandered over to Ari's side. His free hand extended around her little shoulders, tugged her against his hip in half of a hug. “Thanks, Ari. I mean it,” he said. “These shells are officially the best I've ever seen.”

[hassedah]

Whtat would the boys be like as the fem!MC's Sugar Baby? Mc inherited a lot of money from her parents, and has a stable source of money that pays very well.

Fem!MC is a Sugar Mommy :

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here is the headcanon you requested, I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

Vladimir :

Vladimir immediately noticed your self-confidence, whether it was the way you held yourself or the ease with which you expressed yourself and your point of view in public. That was the first thing he noticed about you. You seem to know how to assert yourself with disconcerting ease whatever the situation, but that's also what intimidated him a little, he has to admit.

You didn't hesitate to put him in his place when he disrespected you, and at the same time you looked after him and made sure he was OK. It was strangely comforting for him to know that he could always count on you if anything went wrong and that you wouldn't let his bad temper get the better of you.

He doesn't really know how it happened, but it was quite naturally that you ended up as a couple. He really likes this because he feels that he is very precious to you. You spend a lot of time spoiling him and taking care of him, as if he were the most wonderful person on the planet, and that's very comforting.

He doesn't know how you do it, but the gifts you give him always make him happy. He knows that they are also very expensive gifts. After all, not just anyone can give him the three volumes of the first edition of Pride and Prejudice. His hands were shaking when you gave it to him, he was so happy, no one could have given him a better present.

The first time Beliath told him that you were his Sugar Mommy, he didn't understand what that meant, but he knew very well that coming from him it couldn't be something he wanted to know the definition of… He ended up asking you anyway. He babbled and blushed so much that you were afraid he'd faint. You hadn't even slept together at the time. He really doesn't know how that idea got into Beliath's head.

Because that's what stresses him the most about this idea. Have sex with you. He didn't even dare tell you that he'd never had a partner before you and he's still afraid you'll laugh at him because of it. Of course, seeing his stress and not really understanding what it was all about, you told him that a simple romantic relationship suited you perfectly, which seemed to reassure him straight away. He'll probably be ready to have sex with you later on in the relationship.

Béliath :

He's always liked women with a lot of confidence and the ease with which you imposed yourself on the manor was impressive. He's as keen to obey you without argument as he is to give you a bit of a hard time to see what you'll do to put him in his place.

He quickly noticed that he was getting lots of presents from you. He feels spoilt and precious and the more gifts you give him, the more he feels he could melt with happiness. You even gave him clothes from the biggest luxury brands. He was so happy when you told him he could take any clothes he wanted from the shop. You spent an astronomical amount of money in a single evening. He even showed off what you'd bought him to everyone in the manor.

He feels horribly charmed when you invite him to eat in a fancy restaurant. He spends a lot of time making himself look good before every date. Of course, he doesn't doubt that he's naturally beautiful, but a little make-up and perfume can only make him even more so.

He clearly doesn't mind being so spoilt, and there's no doubt he's taking advantage of it when he insists you take him shopping in the city's most chic boutiques, or when he tells you with an unhappy expression that he'd love to have that pretty gemstone bracelet. Can you resist those pretty eyes? It's very hard to resist, because Beliath is totally into you and has very quickly understood how to make you give in to his every whim.

He's always simpering in front of you, giving you longing looks and playing with his hair as he looks at you. Is he ready to dance for you? Of course he is! He'll do the most sensual and sexy dances for you. He knows his body inside out and knows how to show it off to your advantage - after all, he's not half an incubus for nothing.

He brags a little (a lot) about your relationship and when Ethan points out that you're his Sugar Mommy, he doesn't even deny it. You totally are, and he's proud to be your Sugar baby. And who wouldn't be, you look absolutely perfect together.

Ivan :

Your self-confidence and assertiveness frightened him. He was always under the impression that you were going to argue with him about something, especially at the beginning. You express yourself well and with confidence and you manage to impose yourself with disconcerting ease, it seems so easy and obvious to you. Whereas he stammers and finds it very difficult to give his opinion without lowering his eyes. When he met you, he was so afraid of contradicting you that he simply nodded his head at everything you said.

However, he was really surprised when he saw how kindly you treated him. You seem to believe in him much more than he believes in himself. You buy him nice things, from video games to new clothes, and you've even taken him to several concerts in VIP seats with the chance to meet his favourite singers at the end of the concert. He's never felt so pampered by anyone.

He wouldn't be able to explain how the two of you ended up as a couple. He really appreciates it though. You always take care of him, the gifts you give him are always just right, as if you knew him by heart, you don't criticise him when he makes mistakes and you even encourage him to do what he wants. You manage to make him regain his self-confidence in a way he wouldn't have thought possible.

At first, he'll just flirt with you, which he always does with a blush, even more so when he sees that it's working on you. The slightest compliment you might make at a time like this makes him drop his eyes in embarrassment. He still doesn't dare believe it when he realises that you're really interested in him.

When it comes to sex. He's a bit afraid of disappointing you at first, so he's reluctant to have sex with you. It's true, you seem to know how to handle everything and he… he doesn't have much experience in this area and he's afraid you won't like it. Once he's reassured, he's much more confident, even if he often needs you to assure him that he's doing things right.

When Beliath tells him that you're his Sugar Mommy, Ivan stammers and blushes before sending Beliath packing. He'd never seen your relationship in this light, but it's quite logical. You offer him everything he asks for and sometimes even things he hasn't dared ask you for. However, it takes him a little time to accept the idea without blushing every time he thinks about it.

Aaron :

You're an impressive woman. You've established yourself in the manor without the slightest difficulty and you've even managed to enforce the housekeeping rota, which can be seen as a miracle in this manor. Aaron is impressed by you; there aren't many people who would dare to stand up to him or contradict him, and yet you dare. There's something seductive about your self-confidence that he finds hard to resist.

He's really surprised at first when you start giving him presents and taking care of him. He's not used to either, but Aaron has to admit that he finds it really nice to be the one being taken care of rather than the one taking care of everyone else. However, he doesn't dare take advantage of it at first, he likes it yes, but he feels a bit guilty about letting you give him such expensive gifts.

The first time you gave him a present it was a magnificent two-handed sword, it was old and in perfect condition, which only made it even more precious. He hesitated for a moment to refuse it, a sword like this is so expensive and he felt a little uncomfortable that you were giving him a gift like this when he had nothing equivalent to give you in return. However, in the end he accepted it like all your other gifts.

The gifts that please him most are never the most extraordinary. More often than not, he enjoys taking a holiday with you, whether it's in a chalet in the mountains or a little hut by the sea.

He's not the most seductive man in the manor, it's not that he doesn't know how to seduce, it's just that he never or rarely thinks about it. So you're always surprised when he hits on you or makes a pass at you, because you've got into the habit of making passes yourself when you want something.

The first time he hears Beliath refer to you as his Sugar Mommy he has no idea what Beliath is talking about, you're neither made of sugar nor are you his mother… He needs a bit more explanation from Beliath to understand what the incubus is getting at. Aaron may have had partners before you, but he's never had a relationship like this one. But he appreciates it because he's never had the impression of being so precious and wanted by anyone.

Raphaël :

Raphaël was very impressed by your self-confidence and your ability to assert yourself whatever the situation. He knows that it's not always easy to give your opinion, especially when it runs counter to that of others. But you've quickly managed to get everyone to respect you, even Vladimir, which given his character is no mean feat.

He was quickly charmed by you. You have to admit that Raphaël loves being the centre of attention. So when he sees that you seem only interested in him and that you shower him with gifts and little attentions, he's ecstatic. After all, you give him the most beautiful works of art on the market without the slightest hesitation, and you take him to the opera so often. How could he not be happy?

The only thing that matters is that you look after him, whether by buying him gifts or giving him your time. He enjoys it, of course, he's the centre of all your attention, so why shouldn't he? This even makes him a little fussy sometimes when he wants something, not enough to be unpleasant but enough to look like a sulky princess. He comes to you looking unhappy, mumbles a bit, until you ask him what he wants or what's wrong.

Raphaël knows how to be seductive and doesn't hesitate to use his charms to please you after all, he also likes to please you. He gives you his most charming smiles, clings to you whenever he gets the chance and kisses your hands. What's more, he knows his body pretty well, which is a considerable advantage, and he knows exactly what to do to satisfy his partner.

He needs a bit of an explanation when Ethan teases him that you're his Sugar Mommy (and he even manages to make Ethan uncomfortable by asking him questions with an innocent air). He's very happy with your relationship and he wouldn't trade it for the world, after all, he loves being treated like a precious little thing and he's not going to complain about that with you.

Ethan :

Your assurance and self-confidence have thrown him off balance. Usually, he scares people a bit with his abrupt way of speaking and his aggressiveness. But not you, it didn't affect you in the slightest and you never hesitated to put him in his place when he crossed the line with you. It was impressive and he appreciated it in a way, even if he wouldn't venture to say it out loud.

He soon noticed that you were behaving differently towards him. You gave him gifts, often expensive ones, without even considering what Vladimir wanted. For example, you gave him a powerful computer so he could play all the video games he wanted, a portable phone and a big television. You've even subscribed him to the best scientific medical journals in existence.

At first, he felt a little embarrassed by the whole thing. Like, what do you want? Not everyone gives presents without asking for anything in return. But you didn't ask for anything, you just told him that you loved him a lot and that you were happy to show it by giving him presents.

Little by little, he gets used to it and tries to flirt with you and seduce you too. He has to admit that it's not unpleasant to be the centre of someone's attention. He's still sometimes a bit uncomfortable, especially when you give him a magnificent gift in front of others. It's not that he doesn't like it, but he'd prefer to keep it between the two of you.

He knows how to use his body to please you and he's pretty confident in himself and his abilities in this regard. He always wants to please you when you have sex. That's important to him.

When Beliath jokes that you're his Sugar Mommy, Ethan denies everything. It's not really the case, is it?… Well, maybe a little. He finds it hard to accept the idea, he really likes your relationship, but he feels a bit embarrassed whenever he thinks about it. He certainly didn't get into a relationship with you for all the presents you give him, of course he's happy to receive presents. He'd never felt so precious and loved by someone before, but even without a gift from you, he'd treasure the relationship.

Neil :

He was quickly attracted by your self-confidence, without really understanding why or where this feeling came from. You always seem to know what you want, you impose yourself in discussions with disconcerting ease and you even manage to convince your interlocutors without using your vampire powers. It's impressive and seductive for him.

In a way it's rather strange for him, as much as he appreciates being showered with gifts and getting everything he wants easily, he doesn't really understand why you're doing this and he's a bit suspicious. After all, people rarely give things without asking for something in return. It takes a little time for him to let his guard down with you and no longer have the impression that you're going to try to trick him in one way or another. However, it works little by little and he accepts the gifts you give him more and more.

For years he was used to being treated like a god, he was a king after all and he easily had everything he wanted, but it's not the same with you. Before, people gave him gifts just to get back into his good graces… or because they didn't really have a choice, it wasn't him as a person that mattered but the things people could get from him. You give him what he wants just to please him.

Even though he was very much surrounded as king, he never felt that he really mattered to anyone. Your attentions to him and your gifts give him the impression that you really mean something to him, after all you seem to know him and listen to him well enough to always manage to give him gifts that he likes.

Little by little, he will also try to seduce and please you. It's not something he's very good at, he's never really a flirt and he doesn't normally feel comfortable doing that. However, it's different with you, he really wants to please you and really wants you to find him attractive.

The first time someone refers to you as his Sugar Mommy, he has no idea what the other person means. So he asks you as soon as he gets the chance. Your explanation makes him feel a bit uncomfortable but doesn't really bother him, after all, he feels really comfortable with you and if that's what people really think, he doesn't really want to change their minds.

Léandra :

Your assurance and self-confidence won her over immediately. It's a type of personality that she really appreciates. You know how to impose yourself and impress everyone you talk to. Your wealth also tends to open doors for you without the slightest effort and she finds it almost frightening to see what a human being can do with money.

All the gifts and attention you give her flatter her enormously. It's not something she's used to, well… the humans she flirts with offer her a lot of attention but it's not like you. She has the impression that you're really interested in her and it's the first time it's happened to her.

The first time you got her something you simply went to the fanciest, most expensive clothing shop in town and told her to choose whatever she wanted inside. You didn't have to tell her twice and you spent a lot of money in one night just for her.

She feels really happy to be the centre of your attention all the time, and she doesn't hesitate to seduce you to keep it that way. Léandra knows exactly how to seduce you, she's been doing it for centuries and it's become second nature to her to be seductive and attractive. She always makes sure that your gaze never leaves her, so that you only have eyes for her.

When it comes to sex, Léandra knows exactly how to satisfy you. She doesn't want to brag, but she is a succubus after all. She doesn't hesitate to do most of the things you want, there isn't much that bothers her or makes her uncomfortable.

The first time she hears someone refer to you as her Sugar Mommy, it's Ethan who jokes about it. But she didn't hesitate for a second to confirm it. You're totally her Sugar Mommy and she's proud of that. You make a wonderful couple after all and she loves that.

Farah :

Your confidence and self-assurance made a big impression on her the first time she met you. You've managed to integrate yourself into the pack with disconcerting ease and you've easily endeared yourself to everyone. She can't deny that she finds that very attractive in a way, and what's more, you often use your money to keep her pack safe and she appreciates you even more for that.

Farah isn't really attracted by material gifts. However, she won't turn them down, especially when you offer her new shoes for hiking or a new rucksack that's sturdier and more comfortable to carry than her previous one. Nor will she turn down every restaurant date you organise with her, especially if the restaurants are small country inns where she particularly loves to eat.

She's not very good at seduction. Admittedly, it's never been something she's really interested in, and subtlety isn't usually her strong point, when she likes someone, she tells them straight out. However, she does try to be more subtle and more seductive for yourself, but that's rare enough. For example, she'll always dress up when you take her out to dinner, she'll give you flirtatious smiles and playfully run her fingers up and down your arms when you sit down next to her.

She has no idea what it means the first time she hears someone refer to you as her Sugar Mommy. When you explain it to her she finds it a bit strange, but she won't complain. After all, she appreciates that you take care of her and that you try to please her. She doesn't mind that people think it's only in exchange for sex, she can't stop them thinking anyway and she knows very well how you both really feel about each other.

[madamlaydebug]

❤🖤💚 👑 Status...

" Broken men makes subtracts from a woman's soul. Mentally unstable people get exposed more quickly, by mentally stable and confident women.

It's easier to play with a woman's emotions and use her, when you are an opportunist. He doesn't love you, he needs you. It's not a relationship... it's ego boost, attachment, a bill or he looks at you as an opportunity and cum cushion. He doesn't care about your hopes of being lov, that you long for!

A narcissistic... but patient predators will use your abandonment issues, your daddy's issues, mother wounds, or damage inner child that needs comforting and protection... as tools of manipulation, a long with gaslighting and love bombing

A F-boy isn't an true Alpha, maybe Gamma Male, Sigma male or Beta male. A F-boy isn't a player, because a player gives you a choice and he is honest with you. Familiar narcissistic predators plays mindgames with you and pretends to protect you, but it's isolation, possessiveness and control. It's an act... so he will not get exposed for the exploitation of his woman or women in his life. It's a pimp and prostitute dynamic, accept her stroll is her 9 to 5 or career or her entrepreneurship.

A true protector teaches Lifegame and teaches you to protect yourself. A real man can't misuse or abuse you.. if he really loves you! A real man corrects you in private and praise you in public. He doesn't embarrass you and he protects you from his ego. He doesn't have these miserable chics ... laughing at you. Remember... the glow in your eyes and your smile in his eyes is like, Sunshine to him.... so he will do almost anything to maintain your respect, trust and loyalty.

Even, after a break up... An Alpha will never have a negative emotional reaction about his ex. His romantic problems, he don't discuss them with world or do posts on Social media.

If a woman is with a true Alpha man, even when she is mad at him... her flesh is weak for him."

~ Queen Rising 💯

#WomensHistoryMonth2024

#HerStoryOurStory Asé ✊🏾

[romanceandapen]

I am that girl.

The girl who decided to embrace who she is and go on her own writing journey.

The one who dreams of romance in all its forms. I write clean romance. I can see romance in every circumstance and write love stories that will speed your heart rate, making a seeping wound seem swoon worthy, because, you know, the love interest got it from a swamp in Africa where he went because he's a marine who is constantly pushing his own needs aside out of duty - so he's that noble, stable, Captain America type. *Que those anime eyes, of compassionate adoration 🥺.

I'm the one who makes up stories to replace failed book endings. (Yeah, you know them. They're the stories that sweep you off on an daring adventure, where peril is everywhere and the girl experiences it all with the guy she knows is meant for only her and finally you get to the end and... they share a short, underdeveloped peck on the cheek... 😳🙄😤. Seriously!?! This is what the adventure ends with? He just took out an entire company of enemies (got a flesh wound in the process), ALL to prove his love for you, and he gets a... hug?? Oh, we are WAAAAAY passed the hug. He almost died in your arms!!!! Kiss him back to life-Give him something to live for!!!)

I make endings morph into happily ever afters, because - why not? I have enough real life - I live it!! I'm the girl who decides to make every book fit my idea of perfection!

I'm also the girl who contemplates and admires (Mmmm... YES, ADMIRES!) masculinity. (Seriously, I write romance... CLEAN romance... )🤷‍♀️

I'm the one who muses over characters, waking up months after finishing a book, wondering what might have transpired in the lives of my beloved character kin if only the book had never ended.

I rehearse love stories:

The ones with a strong, yet passive guy who finally finds his strength and drive in the girl he thought would never give him the time of day;

Or the ones with the brooding hero who's been rejected and hidden away his compassion and strength in an attempt to protect himself, only to risk it all when he exposes his true self to redeem the one he tried to push away;

And, OH THE ALPHA, whose tyrant side nearly destroys the one he loves (but feels he has to conquer), before he learns (just as his world is crashing down) to reign it all in to be what she needs.

There's also the sub stories:

The sweet guy and the mean girl - closely related to the bad guy and good girl,

The "I've loved you since high-school/boy next door" stories (sigh...),

And, finally, the "I hate you - you hate me, but we are SOOO attracted!" stories.

I am that romance author who crafts her version of the perfect romance story, clicks save, slams her laptop closed and walks away thinking, "What would people THINK if I ever got the courage to publish THAT?"

I'm the romance author who hides in fear of being misunderstood. (Yes, that IS a real thing!) You see, romance authors essentially craft the chic flicks of the written world. We're easily misunderstood. Whether we choose to craft the clean and sweet, or the spice and zest, we take a risk, and we are always trying to find THAT balance.

So, we are forever having conversations with ourselves. "How far is too far?" "Is this too cliché?" "It's perfect for flirty banter, but will it be cringy to read?" "Nah... that reads like a bad pick-up line..." "I can't write that! The "clean and sweet" group would hyperventilate! - Wait! Isn't that the point?" "How do I entirely avoid the subject of intimacy for the couple who was married for 5 years, has been separated, and now feels that spark again... (we all KNOW what WOULD happen... they're technically still married!)" "Do I fade to black or pretend that this wouldn't progress?" "Oh, come on!!! We all KNOW they'd flirt like that!"

This is especially true if you are an inspirational writer. It seems everyone has a moral limit and one slight mistep and you're crossed off the list, never to be revisited.

I've explored the common mindset of many: "Romance books create unrealistic desires that a guy can never live up to!" (That's a big FALSE btw.) Could this happen? It's possible, but in my experience, musing on what makes my lover who he is creates a reverence and appreciation for the fact that his entire being works differently than me. That mystique intrigues me and strengthens my attraction to him.

Romance novels have the potential to make us look deeply into our relationships to understand one another, see our own flaws and think lovely thoughts about our significant other.

So, yeah. I'm that girl. The one who is learning to embrace myself as an author, as a person, and as me.

The one inviting you on my journey: to read my work, and step into my inner most thoughts.

The one ready to embrace how and what I write, and bring a different view to Romance. ❤🌹📚

[headoverheelsforramsey]

Hello, hello! This week, we are going on a little:

Home Tour!

Notes: Answer the following with pictures (dialogue from your characters is optional!). Collages are highly encouraged if you want to answer a question with multiple pictures because tumblr mobile only allows 10 total pics. Otherwise, tumblr on a desktop lets you add multiple pictures (non-beta)!

For both:

What does the outside of the home look like? (Front/back yard, garden, pool, etc)

Living room and home office (if any)?

Kitchen and dining room?

Bedrooms? (Master, guest, others)

Other rooms?

Do you own your dream home? If not, what does that dream home look like?

What is your favorite room to spend time in with each other?

Super super late to this, because of my stupid exam but now we are here so let's go! 💃🏽🏠

A/N : I am placing this two years and seven months after the wedding, because I HC Ethan and Meera staying at Ethan's apartment for two years after the wedding and they only start house hunting when they have the baby talk and start trying for a baby. So technically not newlyweds anymore. Now let's get started! ✨

Meera opens the door and greets Bree.

Meera : Hii Bree, welcome to our humble abode.

Bree (chuckles) : This place is anything but humble. I hope I am not causing much trouble.

Meera : Absolutely not. Who else is going to make me feel like a youtuber?

Both laugh, Ethan joins and greets Bree.

Bree : Congratulations on the good news Dr. Ramsey. How far are y'all?

Ethan : Thank you Bree. It's been 3 months already.

Meera (cradling her small bump) : Yup one trimester down two more to go.

Ethan (kissing her forehead) : And then there will be a mini version of you running around these halls.

Meera : Nope it's gonna be a mini you.

The couple shares a look as if challenging each other.

Meera : Fine, Bree, whose team are you on? Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?

Bree : I am happy with either because at the end I'll be interviewing him or her too.

The three of them share a laugh.

Bree : Let's get started, shall we?

Ethan : Sure.

What does the outside of the home look like? (Front/back yard, garden, pool, etc)

Front :

Meera : We were looking for something modern yet chic, something that is totally us. I fell in love with the design whereas Ethan was in total awe of the open space and glass doors. Needless to say our heart was stuck on this no matter how many more houses we visited.

Backyard :

Ethan : The backyard also doubles up as the garden but it's not quite completed yet.

Meera : Yes it's been two months since we moved, and we haven't been able to work on the garden because of work and the pregnancy. Ethan : But we want to build a garden with a tree house and maybe some swings.

Meera (too excited) : Ohh swings! Yes please add it onto the list. Why didn't I think of it before?

Pool :

Meera : Definitely my favorite part!

Ethan : She is a water baby through and through so that's no surprise.

Meera : Don't act like you don't appreciate me in a swimsuit, Ramsey (winks)

Ethan : There is no denying that.

Living room and home office (if any)?

Living room :

Ethan : Meera was hell bent on having an L-shaped couch.

Meera : Those things are so bougie I had to have one because now I can finally afford one. But yeah the living room is so relaxing with a beautiful view of the outside.

Home office :

Meera : Honestly speaking, I do not understand the utility of a home office, I didn't understand back at his apartment neither do I understand now. If I am supposed to work from home I can do that on the couch or on my bed or even better on the daybeds by the pool.

Ethan (shaking his head) : You'll get it darling. When you start your maternity leave I'll see how you make zoom calls with the pool as your background.

Meera shrugs.

Kitchen and dining room?

Meera : This part was all Ethan so I'll let him do the talking.

Ethan (proudly) : A Poggenpohl kitchen with a granite-topped island adds an ultramodern touch. Glass shelves display colorful glassware convenient to the wet bar. A translucent sliding glass door below the shelves hides the more utilitarian gadgets. And finally playful mod pendant lights seem to levitate over the dining table, which is meant to resemble a river running through the woods.

Meera : You sure you didn't miss your true calling as an interior designer babe?

Ethan (smirks) : Nope, just the fact that I tend to excel at everything I do, Rookie.

Meera : And that makes you 10 times hotter!

Bedrooms? (Master, guest, others)

Master bedroom :

Meera : The bedroom has a different color scheme and tone from the rest of the house because I wanted it to stand out and break the monotone.

Ethan : Again the chandelier was Meera's opinion.

Meera : Finding common ground between his minimalistic taste and mine was difficult but we made it through.

Master Bathroom :

Ethan : Meera I don't think it was necessary to bring Bree in here.

Meera : It was absolutely necessary! Just look at this tub Bree! The bubbles and champagne dates we have here are a total hit.

Guest rooms :

Ethan : We have two guest rooms and both are styled the same way, but unfortunately we haven't had any guests yet. 

Meera : Is it unfortunate Dr. Ramsey? Bryce is just a call away from crashing here. 

Ethan (pinching the bridge of his nose) : Anyone but Lahela.

Meera : We haven't thought about the baby's room yet. But we have the nursery now. 

Ethan : Yes, maybe we'll turn the nursery into a bedroom or one of the guest rooms in a few years. Let's see.

Nursery : 

Meera : This was completed just yesterday hence the delay in the interview, Bree. 

Ethan : We decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise so we went with a gender neutral nursery that matches the colour scheme of the house. 

Meera : Also because Ethan Ramsey would rather die than paint the walls of his house pink and blue. 

Ethan (rolls eyes) 

Other rooms?

Home library :

Meera (takes in the smell of books) : Better known as my safe haven. 

Ethan : This was absolutely non-negotiable for Meera. 

Meera : We both own a lot of books and the collection keeps on increasing now with the baby incoming. And look at this reading space. It's from my dreams. 

Ethan : This is tucked away in a far corner of the house and is the most serene place around here. Once, I returned home from the hospital and called out to Meera a hundred times, she didn't answer, I started panicking and then found her silently sitting here in her own world. 

Meera : If I ever go missing please check here before running to the police, because once I am in here I forget the existence of the world.

Bree picks up "Peppa pig's super noisy Sound Book" which was kept on a thick medical journal with a smile. 

Ethan feels embarrassed but Meera laughs. 

Meera : Yes these are the new ones in our collection. Ethan was reading it to the baby before you arrived. 

Home Bar : 

Ethan : The wine cellar grew into a home mini bar because we had this unused space left. 

Meera : He loves showing this and his collection off. 

Ethan : Excuse me! If I remember correctly your friends were very impressed as well. 

Meera : True that. Bryce went bat shit crazy during the housewarming party. He said he felt he got back his bartending days.

Ethan (proudly) : And Jackie's exact words for that evening's toast was "to hell with Donahue's" 

Meera : Yeah yeah, you did a great job honey. Also the more surfaces the better for us. 

Ethan : Keep it PG for the love of God. 

Meera (shrugs) : Pregnancy hormones. 

Bree (points) : And that? 

Ethan (facepalms) : The only thing that doesn't match with the vibe here.

Meera : Nonsense! It was a housewarming gift from my friends and I absolutely love it. Ethan just feels it is a cheaper and juvenile version of his favourite game, soccer. But don't worry Bree, I'll get him to play someday. 

Ethan (smirk) : I would very much like to see you try Dr. Ramsey-Bose.

Meera : And I'll see how you say no when your son asks. 

Ethan : It's gonna be a daughter. 

Meera : We'll see. 

Do you own your dream home? If not, what does that dream home look like?

Ethan : For the majority of my life home for me was a structure of bricks and cement with a ceiling but Meera was the one who brought all the love and light and showed me what a real home felt like. So for me, my home is where my heart is and for this lifetime it's kept safe with this gorgeous woman whom I fortunately call my wife. 

Silence lasts for a couple of minutes then Meera snorts. 

Meera (drying her eye) : Damn you pregnancy hormones, I am not even wearing waterproof mascara. It was super cheesy Ethan, a non pregnant me would have definitely called you out on your cheese but this pregnant Meera has to agree with you. Even a stable is my dream home if I have my dream husband with me. (she kisses Ethan) but I wouldn't mind a Jacuzzi, a home theatre, a game room (laughing)

Ethan (an easy smile on his face) : Always knew you were in it because of the money Bose. 

What is your favorite room to spend time in with each other?

Meera : The library. Just him reading to our unborn child like he isn't already the most perfect man in the world. 

Ethan (a very satisfied smile on his face) : First I am very surprised that you kept it PG. So the obvious answer is the bedroom but other than that, the patio, which is not a room though.

Ethan : Meera has a slight deficiency in vitamin D so to avoid complications, we spend a lot of time here in the sun. We play board games, read and even discuss work here sometimes.  

Meera : Ooh yes! This was another great investment and a great way to utilise the humongous outdoor space we have.  

Ethan : I hope you had fun Bree. Thank you so much for doing this. 

A quick shoutout to @a-crepusculo and @jamespotterthefirst who came to my rescue when  I couldn't add more than 10 pics. Also thank you Bree for doing this you are a star and an angel. 💜

Tagging my usual : @starrystarrytrouble @mm2305 @charisworld @choicesfanaf @potionsprefect @genevievemd  @shanzay44 @little-flowers-on-heaven @schnitzelbutterfingers  @coffeeheartaddict  @gryffindordaughterofathena @chemist-ana @adiehardfan @custaroonie @ireneadlerisseggsy @takemyopenheart @natureblooms24 @mainstreetreader @izzyourresidentlawyer @a-crepusculo @quixoticdreamer16 @starryeyedrookie @barbean

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Please let me know if you want to be added or removed. And if you want to sit out only the answers to the ask games hit me up too. There won't be any hard feelings. I promise. 💜

[angelcloves]

Have you ever wondered where Hunter's "Stable Boy Chic" outfit came from?

The last thing that we see him wearing prior to it is his "Hiding in Hexside" outfit.

(Which seems to have been cobbled together from his Emerald Entrails uniform, the pants, gloves and boots from his Golden Guard getup and a cape that looks like it was originally a blanket. Lol.)

So who gave it to him? Gus, maybe? Or Willow, perhaps? We don't see him again until, like, a week has passed in-universe, so presumably he was staying with *somebody* during that time.

im a 'darius gave him some comfy clothes as soon as he was able to get off work and go find him at hexside' truther. but i think for safety he was probably staying with perry and gus

[woman-loving]

Who is a Malaysian lesbian?

Selection from “Queering the State: Towards a Lesbian Movement in Malaysia,” by Rais Nur and A.R., in Amazon to Zami: Towards a Global Lesbian Feminism, ed. Monika Reinfelder, 1996.

This selection from a 1996 book discusses lesbian identity in Malaysia from a lesbian feminist perspective. It acknowledges a range of meanings that “lesbian” can have, and selects one defined by sexual practice. Note that many women didn’t identity as “lesbian” themselves, and that the term was defined and applied here according to the authors’ goals. The authors also touch on multiple “butch” identities, “femme” identity (“femmes” weren’t seen as unable to be with men), and potential political dimensions to lesbian identity.

We felt it was necessary to give our definition of the term ‘lesbian’, given the multiplicity of definitions in currency. These range from extremely broad definitions of the word, which include metaphorical[2] (e.g. notions of ‘lesbian’ as a space or positionality) or emotional dimensions (e.g. a woman whose primary emotional attachments are formed with other women, though she may not necessarily have sex with them), to definitions which are strictly narrow and literal, and which have sexual intimacy between women as their lowest common denominator (i.e. a woman can be called a lesbian only if she has sex with other women, whatever the other dimensions of her relationships with, or the depth of her feelings for, them). However, despite the diversity of meanings of the word ‘lesbian’, and the rich range of experience it can be said to cover, we believe that our purposes in this essay would best be served by limiting our use of the term to apply to any woman who has sexual relations with other women.

This definition is not unproblematic, as such a narrow definition necessarily excludes many people who consider themselves lesbian but do not practise lesbian sex, such as lesbian celibates or other women-identified women. In fact, early on it our research, we wanted to include women who identified themselves as lesbian as part of our definition, and therefore hinge our definition on the self-identification of the woman concerned. This, however, became untenable, because as we progressed we came across many women who have sexual relations with women but do not use the word ‘lesbian’ to describe themselves. For some of these women, such a word was alien to them, and in some cases they were hardly aware that other lesbians existed. Others were familiar with the concept of homosexuality, but used words other than ‘lesbian’ to identify themselves. Thus we decided that our use of the term would refer to women who have sexual relations with other women, regardless of whether or not they used the word to describe themselves.

Our knowledge is primarily of urban and middle-class lesbians, although we have made attempts to access the experiences of others. Lesbianism is a phenomenon which exists very much underground, in the sense that there is very little public discourse about it (and what little there is frequently pathologizes it) and very few safe spaces in which lesbians can be out or come together to share their experiences. Furthermore, the experience of being a lesbian in Malaysia is heavily influenced by ethnicity and class. These two factors make it difficult to extract an account of lesbian experiences which can address lesbian existence in both urban as well as rural areas, and apply across class and ethnic divides.

Unlike gay men, who have been united through work against HIV/AIDS, there has been no similar phenomenon which has sparked this move towards a sense of community for lesbians, so that by and large there are many tight-knit groups, based on race or class, which do not intermingle with each other: Malay lesbians generally have a different network and socialize at different places from Chinese and Indians, working class from middle class, urban from rural, etc.

The players

In as far as it is possible to generalize, one aspect which can be said to be common to all these different subcultures is role-playing, or the construction of lesbian identity around notions of the ‘butch’ and the ‘femme’, with their attendant ‘masculine’ and ‘feminine’ traits. While Western countries like the UK and the USA have recently seen a resurgence of the butch and the femme in lesbian culture, this has mainly been dictated by fashion and the ‘lesbian chic’ trend, which in the UK saw many straight women dressing like dykes and lesbian characters suddenly appearing in various soap operas, and partly by postmodern notions of parody, irony and ‘genderfuck’. That is to say, while some lesbians do take butch/femme roles seriously in these countries, many others see adopting these roles as a fashionable thing to do and/or a way of subverting essentialist notions of sex and gender, and parodying notions of identity/sexuality as stable and immutable rather than fluid and constantly changing. So a lesbian who dresses as butch one day may very well decided to dress as a femme the next, and vice versa.

In Malaysia though, butch/femme roles are taken very seriously by the majority of lesbians, and there is no element of playfulness or parody to them. The word ‘butch’, though generally used to refer to a lesbian who adopts or exhibits traits and behaviour socially deemed to be masculine, in fact covers a continuum of identifications or definitions. At the lower end of the scale is the ‘tomboy’ who dresses in a boyish manner, generally looks like a cute boy, and yet is still possible to tell that she is female. The tomboy figures in all cultures.

‘Peng-kids’ occupy the middle of the continuum, and are generally associated with Malay working-class lesbians. The word ‘peng-kid’ is derived from ‘punk kid’, as they are deemed to have borrowed heavily from punk culture in terms of their attire. Peng-kids often feel that they are men trapped in women’s bodies. They bind their breasts as well as use men’s underwear and aftershave. They are renowned as very loyal and extremely attentive and generous to their girlfriends. The peng-kid phenomenon, which can be traced back to the 1970s, is now very widespread and exists in both rural and urban Malay communities. The term has also been adopted among some Chinese lesbians, who abbreviate it to ‘PK’.

Finally, there are the ‘hardcore’ butches. In the West, what is known as a ‘bulldyke’ or ‘bulldagger’ would be the closest equivalents to the local hardcore. Whereas peng-kids feel that they are men trapped in women’s bodies, and thereby acknowledge their femaleness to some degree, in many cases, these hardcore butches do not even perceive themselves as women, and pass as men whenever possible. Many consider the idea of sex-change operations seriously as some stage in their lives. Hardcores exist in all cultures in Malaysian society, but appear to be predominately working class.

Butch identifications in Malaysia are therefore multiple and complex. Things become simpler when we come to femme identity. Generally, femmes are perceived to be straight women in disguise, or women who, although they might be involved in a lesbian relationship, have the option to ‘become normal’ and conduct relationships with men. A femme’s lesbianism is therefore not seen as essential or fixed; whereas butches see themselves, and are perceived, as having no choice about their sexuality--they are definitely and incontrovertibly lesbian. Many femmes have lesbian relationships in order to avoid the complications of becoming pregnant, which might happen in heterosexual relationships. Another reason why femmes prefer butches to men is that they believe they are more secure in a relationship with a butch, since it is not as easy for butches to abandon one woman for another as it is for men, given the relatively small lesbian subcultures which exist in Malaysia.

In many senses, this emphasis on roles is very restrictive, and those who resist defining themselves in such a way often find that they are treated with distrust and hostility by their peers, as are lesbians who change identifications. There is some degree of policing within the lesbian communities in Malaysia, and what is acceptable in terms of clothing and appearance, sexual practices and roles is clearly defined and strictly enforced. This means that lesbians who reject such pressures and constructions of identity are excluded. More importantly, in their insistence on butch/femme identifications such lesbians reinforce the stereotypical notions of lesbians and lesbianism harboured by society at large, rather than challenging them or presented alternative constructions of identity, alternative ways of being lesbian.

Partly, this dependence on roles has to do with the fact that lesbians feel beleaguered by the homophobia and hostility of society as a whole, and therefore do not trust people easily--choosing a role and sticking with it signifies a willingness to belong, to play by the rules, and indicates that one is an ‘insider’ rather than an ‘outsider’ and therefore can be trusted. But we feel it is also partly to do with the lack of any political dimension to lesbianism in Malaysia, restricting it solely to the sexual dimension.

Lesbians in the West have played a prominent role within feminist campaigning since the 1960s, and have contributed greatly to, and learned a lot from, feminism and its insights. Lesbian and queer theory, as it exists in the West today, has its roots in the feminist movement, and has built upon feminism’s interrogation of the categories of gender, its assertion, for example, that, as Simone de Beauvoir put it, ‘one is not born a woman, one becomes one’. ‘Masculinity’ and ‘femininity’ were shown to be states of being which were socially constructed and therefore avoidable, rather than biological and inevitable.

While, on the one hand, many feminists made the political decision to become lesbians in the light of feminism’s analyses of gender relations, and as a logical extension of their politics, on the other, many lesbians used and extended the analytical foundations laid down by feminism to challenge and deconstruct the institution of heterosexuality--to expose it as an instrument of patriarchy or, at any rate, something which is neither more natural nor more inevitable than any other sexual preference or tendency. Lesbian feminists, in line with the early feminist tenet that ‘the personal is political’ therefore identified the realm of sexuality and sexual practices as the locus of much patriarchal power and oppression, and proceeded to problematize heterosexuality and politicize lesbianism, arguing that it represented a subversive force in its refusal to fall in with dominant/patriarchal concepts of what is natural or permissible in society.

This perception of lesbianism as having a political dimension rather than simply a sexual one, of being not simply something restricted and limited to the bedroom, but having wider implications and political resonances, is, however, largely absent in Malaysia. There is very little sense (or perceived need) here that lesbianism is or can be a political force, or that it can be used to critique or challenge dominant patriarchal and heterosexual ideologies and institutions. We believe that his has to do with the fact that feminism, which is closely connected with the lesbian movement in the West, has not translated well here, nor has it had the impact which it had in the West. As a newly industrializing country, Malaysia faces different challenges and has different priorities to that of ‘first world’ or Western countries, and often feminism is not perceived to be, or made relevant to, the needs and lives of women here.

At any rate, without feminism’s insights on how patriarchy works to oppress women and how gender roles function to reinforce patriarchal power, many lesbians simply adopt heterosexual notions of gender and replicate heterosexual relationships without questioning or problematizing them. It may, of course, be argued that these lesbians adopt butch/femme roles as a conscious eroticization of difference.[3] But we believe that it is rather a case of a lack of alternatives. The invisiblizing of lesbians in society, and the lack of roles models who practise alternative ways of defining themselves or conducting relationships, of course reinforces the above.

[akookminsupporter]

I think all those people crying "Fanservice! Fanservice!!" at everything BTS (especially Jikook cough cough) do with each other must either be really new ARMYs, don't know them at all or have some other kind of agenda. Because if you compare some of their very old clips from Rookie King, American Hustle Life (oh the cringe... 😂💜) and other variety show appearances to what they are doing now you can see a notable difference in the boundaries they set for themselves. Compare it to what other idol groups are doing (or more often than not are forced to do) and we're in a whole separate league entirely. There are several instances of BTS dressing up in women's clothes as punishment, and an honest to God clip of V and Hobi kissing on the lips and the list of kind of intrusive and humiliating tasks they were forced to do for entertainment goes on. What's notable about these instances is that they all occured at the very start of their career were they essentially couldn't protest too much, especially with how common some of these exploitative practices are in the Korean entertainment industry and how rare they even got invited to variety shows in the first place.

Young debut Bangtan from a small unknown and near bankrupt agency first getting used to being in front of the camera constantly and trying to make a name for themselves in an industry that is hell-bent on pushing them out is a far far cry from current day settled and self assured Bangtan with a stable fanbase. Young Bangtan collectively very much seems eager to please and tried to be entertaining every minute they are on screen (I think you can especially see that in SG's and JM's interactions with the camera and how they changed over the years; also visible in JK's multiple lamentations over how he feels he isn't entertaining enough). As the years went on you can see their confidence rising and how they slowly became more comfortable in the personas they crafted for themselves the more succesful they got and the more independent from the rest of the industry they became (for example by making their own variety show, which NEVER goes as far as any other run of the mill K-Variety-Show, some of their 'punishments' consist of wearing goofy outfits to the airport or another episode for crying out loud, just compare that to the partially uncomfortable cringe-fests that are basically every Weekly-Idol episode they featured in).

Namjoon got rid of the sunglasses and the hardcore hip-hop-persona, Yoongi didn't have to be "ON" 100% of the time when he was being filmed and can be seen comfortably in the back by himself if he doesn't feel like entertaining an audience, JK became more out-spoken and came out of his shell, JM ditched his (kind of enforced) macho-image and Jin was allowed to be fully and unapologetically Jin not the "chic-eldest-hyung" (another enforced image)

(V and Hobi actually are another case because honestly to me Hobi has changed the least from back then till now and with V I really don't feel like he actively adjusted his persona to fit himself better with time, but rather that he just grew up and matured, a change that seems really difficult for some people to stomach but alas I'm drifting off...)

They have come very far from the young boys they used to be and have much more power over how to conduct themselves in public settings.

They are no pushovers.

If there are things they don't want to do or don't want to talk about you can be sure they will be vocal about it or elegantly decline and divert attention from the issue. Look at Jin refusing to kiss V on the cheek when the MC at that one award show told him to.

MC: But ARMYs really want to see it!

And what does the man say? With his whole chest? On a live broadcast?

"SO? AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ALL THINGS PEOPLE WANT? NO I WON'T!!"

For a much earlier example look at that time on MV Bank during Fire promotions where they were supposed to tranfer a piece of paper from member to member using their mouths (another insanely popular segement in K-Shows, with sometimes even transparent foil instead of paper because "lol homo" "boys kissing! so scandalous and funny am I right haha?"...🙄) and Suga - the absolute legend - just over-exaggeratedly coughs out the paper to lose on purpose.

So TLDR: These guys know what they are doing and how to protect themselves. Stop trying to police their interactions and stop trying to imply that every time they are affectionate with each other they are acting on the base of some hidden nefarious agenda. If every single thing they do is fake and just supposed to entice the fans than wow I sure hope they get an Oscar for that 7 year long 24/7/365 performance🤌

“They have come very far from the young boys they used to be and have much more power over how to conduct themselves in public settings.”

[fmdkiana]

hiya i’m demi, she/they, pt. this is kiana, also goes by ki and kiki, & if that nickname brings to mind anything But kiki’s delivery service u shall b Wrong. here’s her musing pinterest, fc pin board (if you want to see the diff btwn equinox ki and the real ki), social media, past claims, public profile, private profile, and bio. you can reach me easiest at fmdjoosung or demi#6468 on discord if you’d like to plot!

background

may 28th, 1994 ya girl is a gemini

born to a pediatric surgeon and a software engineer (who specializes in ai bc her mom is Cool) kiana developed a love for science… then tossed it away to be A Star

not immediately though

really it all stems from the desire to be unique in a positive way

with seattle’s large (comparatively) east asian population, she was lumped together with everyone else, and places where she stood out, kids made fun of her for

she felt like an outcast in every sense of the word, which is why when A Boy gave her the genuine time of day, she latched on

they quickly became bad for each other, codependent at its best

kiana’s lil ass rly thought they were romeo and juliet torn apart when her parents made them break up

she kept sneaking out to see him, and eventually it became troublesome enough that her parents decided to move the fam to korea

heartbroken and with the desire to feel desired, she auditioned for gold star

since she was young, she had dance classes, just as her mom did before giving it up for something more stable

dance isn’t what drove her as much as the feeling of a crowd being entertained by her

trained for 3 years, gold star had high hopes for her given her dance background + looks, hence her role in platinum’s it’s okay. og thought she’d b a lil acting star 4 them

but they kinda forget abt her bc ppl cant Get her image. as a person she’s very 4d personality but gs wanted a chic member out of her and they just Didn’t mesh. so she had osts while gs didnt kno what to do w her. n even tho the songs were popular it did basc nothing for her individually

so they go back to actor era n snag her a role, where even tho the show tanked, her role becomes rly popular. then yadda yadda mismanagement they only capitalize on that with modelling til four years later she has another acting gig n she turns out to be not nearly as good as ppl thought she was in her first role

as hyeri put it her image and career thus far are like a ‘you tried’ gold star

it leaves her a little dejected, fearful, worried, but part of her still wants to strive for more attention, and claw her way there, because she aches terribly to feel special and different, and to a degree, idol life will always give that to her

personality

the archetype of the kid in middle school who calls themselves L and only draws in typical anime style and comes to school in cosplay and naruto runs around and randomly speaks japanese…….. yeah, that was kiana as a kid

and really, she’s only let the problematic parts of it go. she’s still a big fat weeb (& has lots of other fandom type interests too)

an internet kid, someone who never got a big following. draws fanart, has written fanfiction, engages on fan forums. stays at home unless she’s dragged out by friends

she’s a very Normal, Everyday type person in most ways, and that bugs her to no end

she’s someone who as a kid thought she had superpowers, like full on believed it, and to this day still thinks well maybe it’s just not kicked in yet

considers herself ~an empath~ because she naturally has very strong emotions, and seeing or “feeling” the emotions of others makes her feel that way too. that includes positive And negative emotions

she can b and is wrong about what she “feels” from others, but the emotional effect on herself is still the same

and because that happens so much, kiana retreats into herself

she has a very small inner circle, and isn’t very interested in more than surface level relationships with most people because it’s exhausting to feel so much all of the time

that means usually, most people meeting her will meet someone who can be doin a little doodle, you’ll say hi, she’ll say hi back, then go right back to her doodle. that, or she’s stumbling over her words bc she’s heavily overthinking smth mildly embarrassing

she’s Nice and polite enough, but doesn’t take those first steps to get closer. some ppl might view her coldly bc of it

HOWEVA if someone were to bring up one of her ~special interests, she would come off like a completely different person

animated kinda loud, won’t shut up. very entrapta. that’s more often the type of person her inner circle gets to see. this

she’s pretty expressive no matter who she’s talking to, like her face does a Lot of talking even when her mouth doesn’t, but that dial turns up to 100 when she’s comfortable and/or interested. if she’s not feeling anything she’s just like Blank face lol

she’s also a reversal of the hard shell soft inside trope, as a lot of her outward self and personality can seem soft, gentle, maybe even naive depending on someone’s view, but there is a core to her affection thats…

ki feels a Lot, and part of that is in the way she loves, platonic or not. she can be super clingy and obsessive and sorta possessive over the people she’s Chosen. and those who hurt the ppl she’s chosen, or get in the way of their relationship, have like,, azula levels of anger coming their way

ki is like a mushroom. most common mushrooms r pretty basic n plain, but there are so many copycats. and the same looking mushrooms, one can be perfectly fine to eat, and the other will poison you. and i think that really strikes the ki chord. u shouldn’t assume safety from a plain exterior

fun fax

claims her style inspiration is the 70s but really mixes in influences from ~the 40s to 80s

if she’s dressing herself, heavily prefers skirts and dresses over pants. naturally likes showing midriff but not having the choice to do so on her own terms as an idol means she’s usually covering up as much as possible

doesn’t like being touched unless she’s really close with someone, then she likes a lot of it

plant mom. apartment basc a greenhouse

insists one day she will make her own jam but has yet to get around to it so she just has a bunch of jars in her apartment and uses them for plants and paper clip holders and the like

her fictional character romantic Type is the tsundere. is convinced fictional characters are the best dating partners

i think she’s still not dated a wamen but bc she’s sooo all or nothing in love, she’d think she was a lesbian when she dated women and straight when dating men. being bi wouldn’t even occur to her

always wears glasses when at home, and a good amount of the time when not working in general

her mario kart main is link bc nostalgia and valuing a strong stat set that favors zoom zoom

the furthest she goes for environmental impact is always using a hydroflask

prefers having bangs and hair with a wave

always carries bandaids and bandages in her bag because she gets eczema patches when she’s stressed and it’s Embarrassing to her so she covers em up

[ellavi-a03]

Hi! To celebrate over 200 kudos, I wanna share two potential prologues for my next work after Scent of Home ends (that’s not for a while though). I just wanna see which prologue will draw in more people, so please leave feedback if you can!

Due to the second prologue’s… content, I’m putting these under a read under.

Here’s a quick summary:

After Kana loses her family to a serial killer, she infiltrates Mortuary, a deep web group where serial killers trade advice and secrets…compete with each other. She quickly meets Rhys, who also wants to take down the same murderer for killing his daughter, and Simon, who wants to replace that killer as the number one on the site. Meanwhile, she also makes a deal with another mysterious figure who she has to barter with, as he doesn’t believe in giving without getting something in return.

Prologue 1:

The only noises to be heard are the sounds of her breaths and the echoes of footsteps all around. Kanako’s feet are bare and strike the smooth concrete with every step, a few pebbles grinding into the soft skin and making it bleed.

The gunshots from earlier, where she’d seen Tella’s head burst open in a scattering of brains and guts, are etched in her mind. She knows she’ll be seeing her corpse, alongside the bodies of her family, in her nightmares from now on.

The underground city where she and a few others are being hunted is barren and hollow, large enough to remain alone for the last hours of your life. They were each given pistols to attempt to protect themselves with. Tella had been gutsy and shot at the hunter right away.

Kana had wanted to believe that she had done it, that the man was dead, and Simon and Rhys would be able to say the mission was over, even if they couldn’t collect any points.

But he had only stumbled back, the bullet seemingly not sinking into him. He’d smiled at Tella, told her good job for managing to strike him.

And then he shot her in the head.

Everything is a bit blurry after that.

All Kana knows is that he had deemed her, specifically, as his next prey.

He’s been on her trail for hours.

The city is cold, too cold, in her tank top and boy shorts. For a moment, when she’d woken up only in her underwear, she was relieved to have dressed so modestly the night before, when she’d been captured.

Modesty in this situation is useless, however. The most it does is keep her slightly warm.

If anything, she wishes she was wearing socks.

A heavy footprint makes her heart pause. She stops, looks around her surroundings. She’s in an old department store, she’d believed it to be the best spot to hide in, with clothes and furniture everywhere.

It is, but it’s also the worst. She can hide, but if he ambushes her, well, there isn’t much she can do except be taken by surprise.

Another footstep, she can feel the vibrations. He’s close. She looks around, sees some stairs alongside an old elevator she wouldn’t trust to be stable for her to even step in.

She slowly goes up the stairs, trying to keep her footsteps as light as possible.

One of the ancient steps creaks despite her lack of weight.

She winces as she hears the footsteps stop before darting quickly up the stairs, spots a good position near a skylight. She glides over towards it. This is a good angle, high enough away from him, but also a good spot to simply observe.

Kana readies the pistol as she hears more footsteps approach. She’s taken up a Rhys position, as she and Simon call it, high up on the second floor. She scans the floor beneath her. Sucks in a breath as the heavy footsteps grow louder, before a hulking shape is in her line of sight.

She cocks the pistol, and she sees his head turn up towards the sound. For a moment, she sees him grin, pearly white teeth glowing.

And she shoots.

Prologue 2:

The house is large and spacious, with sunlight streaming through the windows and modern, chic furniture everywhere. Everything is expensive, the moment one steps inside, they know the owner is rich, or at least has fashionable tastes.

But to Kanako, it is not home.

Home is the cramped, slightly dingy apartment she shares with the other two, with her room being the size of her closet here, the scent of Rhy’s alcohol that he both drinks and cooks with in the air. Simon’s comics and weapons scattered everywhere, ensuring that you have to be careful wherever you step, otherwise you might end up with a knife poking out of your foot.

Home is the taste of Rhy’s pasta with vodka sauce, and Simon’s warm body embracing her.

Most of all, home is not this.

Home is not his lips pressed against hers, the sensation of his cock brushing against her lower lips tauntingly.

Oliver has her pressed against the kitchen counter. Her underwear is on the floor, and she’s dressed in only his shirt from the night before, as she hadn’t brought any of her clothes with her. His hand has already gone inside the shirt to cup her bare breasts. She tries her best to keep from making a sound as he rubs her nipple.

“Too…big…” she whimpers as he finally pushes himself inside, inch by inch, her body trying to force him out.

She can’t help but yelp in pain as he pushes deeper inside her despite her protests. He’s close to bottoming out inside her, just a few more thrusts and he’ll have her where he wants her.

She may not be a virgin, this might be her third time so far, so god, why does it still hurt? It hurts even more than when she’d slept with Simon, and he’d been her first time.

While she’s only been with two men, she knows Simon was big too. But not like this, not big enough to cause pain with every thrust. If anything, he’d molded right into her, made her feel whole.

Oliver feels like he’s trying to break her in two.

He chuckles against her lips as she whimpers. “Maybe you’re just too tight,” he teases.

“Doesn’t that mean you’re doing a shit job trying to get me wet?” she replies, and he immediately breaks the kiss to tweak her nipple, causing her to scream.

“Do not talk back to me, Kanako.”

She grunts, looks him directly in the eyes. His pupils are completely dilated. She knows hers are not. “You’re the one who wanted to be partners, in more ways than one,” she manages to pant out.

Oliver pushes her back on the counter, and she feels the cold marble sink into the shirt, soaking her back and chilling her down to the bone. He leans over her, pushing himself even deeper inside, and she finally screams as he breaks into the very back of her, right at her womb.

Why, why does it hurt so much? He even did this last night, and it still hurts.

He’s rutting against her like an animal, barely giving her a moment to catch her breath.

“You knew my intentions towards you, Kanako, from the moment we met. I never tried to hide them.” His rough fingertips lightly brush the scar tissue on her face. “So beautiful,” he breathes, bright blue eyes latched onto it.

Kana jerks her face away from him. Simon had called her beautiful too, and like Oliver, because of her scar.

But Simon had accepted it as part of her.

Oliver treats her like she is the scar.

A particular thrust causes her stomach to churn and grow warm, and she fends off the feeling best she can.

But he can see it in her eyes, sees the pleasure sparking in them. He kisses the scar, his lips feather light against it. His hands slowly reach down to rub her mound, and a jolt races down her spine.

“Perfect. My Kanako, you’re finally accepting me.”

“In your goddamn dreams. You do realize-” she gasps as he brushes against a good angle, her toes curling despite herself, “That this doesn’t mean I enjoy it.”

He smiles just as he almost completely withdraws before thrusting himself right into her very core again. Kana can’t help the moan that escapes her now, her lips wide open and gasping for air.

“Try to convince yourself of that,” he murmurs.

His bucks and thrusts are growing more and more erratic, and Kana knows what’s happening, he did it last night too, and unlike Simon, he isn’t wearing a condom.

“Get the fuck out of me-” she starts to pant, shaking off what little pleasure she’d been garnering. He can’t do this to her, he can’t do this to her. Frantically, she grabs him by the shoulders and begins to try to wrench him out of her despite the pain, but her resistance is futile.

If anything, it spurs him on.

He thrusts as deeply as he can one final time, and she can feel his stream of semen enter her womb. She almost cries as she feels her body clench around him, like it doesn’t want to let him go.

It feels cold once he finally withdraws.

He quickly neatens and tidies himself up, combing his soft brown hair while ignoring Kana lying on the counter, she’s almost numb after what just happened.

She would be numb, if she wasn’t so utterly enraged. How dare he do this to her, what if…she swallows as a horrible thought crosses her mind. What if she got pregnant? Wouldn’t that fuck up his plans big time? It would have to, she thinks to herself, watching out of the corner of her eye as he finishes combing his hair nonchalantly, as if there isn’t a woman naked from the waist down on his kitchen counter.

After he’s done cleaning himself up he goes over to her and soothingly brushes and untangles her black hair with his fingers, helps her up and leads her to a chair.

The area between her legs throbs painfully and she feels his seed drip down her thighs, a disgusting feeling. He’d come a lot.

“Never do that again,” she hisses at him as he cleans her up.

She expects him to get angry at her again, but instead he smiles. “After all this is over,” he says, wiping down her legs with surprising gentleness, “After we kill that man and leave Mortuary, wouldn’t it be nice to finally have a family again?” His fingers clench the soft inside of her thigh as he looks in her eyes for a moment, before he drops his gaze.

Chills race down Kana’s skin as she realizes exactly what Oliver has planned for her.

It goes way past killing the Severance.

She might never see the other two again.

Silently, she contemplates if she should just forget about the Severance, kill Oliver here and now, and reunite with Rhys and Simon, have this nightmare over with.

Kana’s fingers clench the chair as his hands inch up her inner thighs, fingers dangerously close to between her legs.

No, she thinks. Good things come to those who wait. I’ve already waited thirteen years. She looks down at the man cleaning his own excess semen off her with cold, distant eyes. What’s a little longer?

[translightyagami]

are there any outfits you saved or saw online and thought 'omg that is so light...'? something that fits his sense of fashion of doubtful taste hahah

Ah well FIRST OFF Light doesn’t have doubtful taste; he just dresses in stuff that was trendy in the 2000s! I would never say his actual wardrobe is unfashionable, bc the manga artist has talked about looking in magazines to pull for Light’s and Misa’s looks. Honestly, the only thing in Light’s outfits that i don’t rlly like is that weird leather jacket that he wears in the second half? It smacks of trying to be a “cool guy” and sort of clashes with his other clothes. 

Light isn’t a really adventurous dresser, which is why i think ppl dismiss him as having “bad” taste. But really, I think that he just has a very clear vision of what he wants to present himself as and the right clothes to do that. He’s aggressively appropriate in his clothes, so whenever I see outfits that say LIGHT YAGAMI to me, they are very simple and classic. Stuff that, if you wear a good fit and colors that flatter you, will look good no matter what - with of course a little bit of trendy chic stuff thrown in. Light’s only human and he likes stuff that is popular. That’s why he keeps wearing those Western shirts aha.

i guess here is where i put the pictures, huh? okay ... here are some staples that i think of as “Light” clothes

corduroy pants

i don’t really know why; he never wears them in canon. its more like ... an interesting twist in the fabric choice of his usual tan pants (and he wears both tan AND khaki). also corduroy pants r cool. Light is cool. there u go.

sweaters

comfortable, thin-knit, and earth-toned sweaters. i think this is more a younger Light stable, tbh, as we see in the manga that he veers more toward suits as he grows up - which is the same sort of appropriate type dressing. boys wear sweaters and western shirts and have fun with friends. men wear suits and are mean to their girlfriends. u know u know.

solid color peacoat

i pointed out the coat, but really this whole outfit is VERY Light in normal person drag. i always liked that in the first part of the manga we see him with only one coat: i like the narrative that builds. He’s always in different outfits but he’s only got one good coat - probably his most expensive piece of clothing. Also, of course, tennis shoes, a watch. generally i think he’s not much of a jeans guy, but i wonder if that changes when he gets older and needs to attend more casual events for work ...

button ups

you know what i’m talking about. we all know what i’m talking about. Light is just a pile of button up shirts that stacked up and are pretending to be the world-renowned murderer kira.

suits n’ blood

one might call this combo Light’s signature look.

[itjazzbicch]

As Real As It Gets

Pairing:  Santana x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader is a wrestling veteran, debuting in AEW, and on her first night, MJF and the Pinnacle, trying and ruin her welcoming, but little do they know, she has a great friendship with the Inner Circle; Santana stepping up and standing up for her, being her partner in her very first match on Dynamite and things really hit off between the two of them, leading to even more things when they're one on one...

Warnings:  SMUT!! (18+ ONLY!!)

Requested by:  anon (whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:  3435

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @justamess44 @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch  @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

“AEW is always making history and I would like to be the first to tell you that it is an honor to sign a veteran like you, the very first woman here in AEW to wrestle in the men’s division, Y/N!” Tony announced, beginning my first interview on Dynamite.

“It is an honor to be here, Tony,” I smiled, “Like you said, I am a wrestling veteran and I have accomplished a lot throughout my career, but AEW is full of such great, amazing talent. Some of them, I never shared the ring with and there is a lot that I can accomplish here. I’m ready to have a great time.”

“You have accomplished a lot indeed and I think I can speak for all of us when I say, I am very excited to see what you have in store for us. I’ve heard there are some people around trying to recruit you already!” Tony pointed out and before I could even speak, music began to play.

It was the Pinnacle, one of the groups who were trying to recruit me.

“Now, I don’t really like making a scene,” MJF began, leading his pack, “I know I am intimidating, but I made you a very simple offer and you keep ignoring me. That’s very disrespectful of you to ignore the top guy in All Elite Wrestling.

Disrespectful? That little comment actually made me laugh, turning to face MJF when he finally met me on stage.

I stayed silent for a moment, just staring at him like a joke whenever he continued with:

“There is no denying how amazing you are, Y/N. The executives in here made a very wise decision by signing you and if you join me and the top guys here in AEW, you will skyrocket to the top!”

“Let me stop you there,” I sighed, borrowing Tony's microphone, “I think you forgot who I am. I am Y/N! I understand that you’re starstruck. You want to get all the goods, but I literally just got here! It’s my first night! I would have to take a lot of things into consideration before I hop into a stable. Even if I do end up in a stable, I sure as hell wouldn’t join the Pinnacle.”

The entire crowd was cheering for me, agreeing with my statement and MJF immediately became hostile, trying to tower over me.

“You are a bunch of boys. You can’t handle all of this,” I smirked, referencing myself, “And you want to call me disrespectful? I’m the veteran here. Not you and I can tell how extremely hostile you are. Looks like you want a fight. If it’s a fight you want, well I know the perfect guys!”

MJF and his guys all became annoyed, rolling their eyes, groaning whenever they heard Judas playing, Chris Jericho, and the Inner Circle joining my side on stage.

“My jerk off friend,” Chris smirked, “Not even thirty minutes into the show and you’re being a dick!”

Chris made everyone laugh, going to speak more, but silence fell, the mood becoming a lot more serious whenever Santana stepped up, asking, “Can I have the mic?”

I smiled when I saw Santana making a stand. There have been multiple times where we had crossed paths and each time was a great experience. He was an amazing wrestler and person, with a whole lot of heart.

Santana stood by my side, putting MJF in his place when he said, “You have to be the most disrespectful little shit I have ever seen in this industry.”

No one could argue with Santana whatsoever, all of us nodding in agreement, listening when he continued:

“Like Tony said, it is an honor, an absolute HONOR, to have Y/N here. Hell, I’m honored to just be standing at her side right now! And you’re going to come out here, getting mouthy with her? Trying to talk her into making serious, career-altering decisions on her very first night? Hell, you've been bothering her before she even got here. Not only are you disrespecting a woman, but you’re disrespecting one of the best wrestlers in this industry and quite frankly, that pisses me the hell off!”

I could cry tears of happiness while watching Santana stand up for me, speaking with so much passion that was beyond admirable.

“MJF, it’s such a shame that you’re so simple and basic, didn’t learn a single thing from these amazing men in the inner circle. You could have learned some great lessons. Santana just dished out a good one on you right now!” I made clear, putting a smile on Santana’s face when I added, “I know it’s my first night and I’m not in proper wrestling gear, but you! You really grind my gears and like Santana, I’m pissed off. Santana, care to be my partner tonight and teach these fools another lesson?”

At first, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. It was so cute and priceless, but then he quickly nodded his head, putting his game face on, both of us sizing up MJF but like a coward, MJF backed away, yelling:

“Woah Woah Woah! I have more important things to handle tonight, but if you guys want a match, we’ll I’m sure that the best tag team in the damn world, doesn’t have a problem with facing the two of you tonight.”

MJF just about shoved FTR, Cash, and Dax right into us and I didn’t mind one bit. I wanted a match and since it was presented to me, I yelled:

“Okay, bet. Someone get us a referee!”

It didn’t take long for a referee to get to the ring, making us go to the ring. Santana and I were fired up and ready to go.

Santana was also just so sweet, being a gentleman whenever he saw me fixing my hair on the apron, giving me his bandana.

“Use this. I’ll start the match. Okay?” Santana smiled at me.

“Gotcha,” I smiled back, fixing and tying the bandana around my head, it keeping my hair back perfectly.

Man, did Santana have some gorgeous brown eyes, lighting up at the sight of his bandana around my head, but we had to snap back into game mode whenever the bell rang.

I thought chivalry was dead, but Santana proved me wrong our entire match. He would not let me get hit, took every punch, bump, wouldn’t tag me in.

Of course, I did my part as a tag partner, breaking up pins and getting rid of the opponents' partner at certain times, but there was no way Santana could win this without me getting in there.

Santana just barely kicked out of a move from Dax and they were trying to jump him and that’s when I stepped in.

I delivered a nasty dropkick to Cash, then I turned around to see Dax coming after me and I super kicked him.

Dax fell like a ton of bricks and I quickly helped Santana get on top of him for a pin, but Dax was kicked out.

After that, I helped Santana stand up, going to our corner, getting back on the apron so that I could get tagged in.

We decided to go for some tag moves. I ran and did a suicide dive into Cash, taking him out again, running back into the ring, seeing Santana and Dax exchanging blows.

There was a perfect opportunity when Dax took a few steps back. He forgot about me, so I gave him a dropkick to his back, throwing him into Santana who hit him with two knees to the face and whenever he popped back up, I hit him with a nasty, snap German suplex, building a bridge and pinning him to win the match.

When the bell rang, Santana popped up, hugging me, happy to take part in my very first match on Dynamite.

I was just as excited as Santana was, unable to stop smiling while he kept his arm wrapped around me, both of us looking into the camera, Santana saying:

“Baddest girl in the game right here! Everybody better watch out!”

“You heard what he said,” I smirked, both of us giving the camera the middle finger.

Santana kept his arm wrapped around me the entire time and I didn’t mind one bit because it felt so right. It felt even better to have so much support when I walked backstage to the rest of the Inner Circle.

“Damn, Y/N! First night in and you steal my tag partner?” Ortiz scoffed, only playing.

“I mean, with a man like Santana, could you blame me?” I smirked, all of us laughing.

“Okay, maybe we can share him,” Ortiz joked, but my heart began to flutter, having to look away for a moment whenever Santana whispered to me:

“I don’t mind being yours.”

There was a strong feeling flowing through me about Santana and he kept on making it stronger.  

“Hey, Y/N, I don’t know if you realized but your shirt is ripped,” Sammy pointed out and I just groaned loudly.

“Got damn it! I didn’t bring my suitcase,” I sighed, “MJF just had to piss me off and make me wrestle in casual clothes.”

“It’s all good,” Santana assured, “Wanna go to the locker room and I can find something for you?”

“I’d greatly appreciate it,” I smiled, following Santana when he said:

“Let’s go.”

While on our way to the locker room, I was more than tempted to make Santana mine. He was literally perfect and I appreciated all that he was doing for me.

I was just hanging out in the locker room while Santana was going through their things, finding an Inner Circle shirt.

“Is that an invitation?” I joked, making the both of us giggle.

“I mean, I have no problem with having you in the inner circle. If I was in charge, I would’ve done it already,” He smirked, making my heart flutter again.

I kindly accepted the shirt, saying to him, “You’re a real soldier. You took almost all of the shots that entire match. I appreciate it, but if we ever team again, don’t be afraid to tag me. I wrestle the guys for a reason.”

“I know,” He sighed deeply, explaining, “It’s just, I’ve always admired you and I can’t help but be overprotective. Even when MJF was talking crazy, it pissed me off, let alone when they were ready to actually beat you up.”

“And I thought chivalry was dead,” I smiled, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a man stand up for me like you did tonight.”

“Then all the men that you’ve been around ain’t real men,” Santana noted, smiling whenever I leaned closer to him, saying:

“Well I know I have a real one right next to me. The realest.”

“As real as real gets,” He smirked, kissing my cheek and that’s when I had enough. I could fight my temptations anymore, holding his head straight so I could kiss him.

Our kiss was as real as it could get even though I felt like I was dreaming, lips touching so softly, but so passionate and fierce at the same; smiling against his lips while his hand found the back of my head pulling me closer.

My body followed him like I was under a spell, his body falling back on the long part of the sectional in their locker room and mine followed, sitting on top of him without breaking our kiss, not even for a second.

When our lips finally parted, I gasped for air, taking a deep breath, but the both of us smiling whenever I met his gaze.

“Damn girl,” He chuckled, wiping at his lower lip a bit.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured nervously, “I got a little carried away.”

That nervousness began to die when he shook his head, smiling, “I ain’t complaining.”

I broke out in giggles, falling to his chest when he popped his hips which made me fall, his hand finding the back of my head again, kissing me.

Every move he made, feeling his soft hands on my skin, each intense kiss, his tongue slipping in a bit, it all made me want to lose control, my body moving on its own, hips rolling down onto him, a devilish smile on my face when I felt his bulge that was hardening.

“That’s how you’re feeling, huh?” Santana snickered, kissing me a bit harder.

“When you’re kissing me like that and feeling all over me, it’s hard not to feel that way,” I explained, rolling my hips again and when I did, he bit my lip, whispering;

“Believe me, I know exactly how you feel.”

In that moment, we both just snapped. My body shot right up, tossing off my shirt, capturing all of Santana’s attention, especially whenever my bra came next.

As soon as my bra fell to the floor, he shot up straight, both hands on my breasts, the softness of his hands making my skin form goosebumps, the feeling being intensified, nerves tingling when his hands slid down my hips, one of them pushing into my lower back while his mouth closed around my left nipple.

My head instantly fell back due to the feeling, not sucking too hard, but making everything just right, my hands squeezing his shoulders, beginning to play with his hair.

At the same time, his hands fell to my jeans, coming around the front, unbuttoning them, slowly pushing them down so that he could take two handfuls of my ass.

Sitting still was hard, all of these emotions and mixes of pleasure starting to build up more, especially when one of his hands slid down further slowly rubbing my folds and entrance through the soft fabric of my panties.

When I felt that, the uncontrollable speed of my body came back, holding his head and kissing him hard, whispering against his lips:

“Where’s the fun in teasing? How about you get what you really want? And don’t be afraid to hold back, that’s no fun either.”

His response was a small chuckle against my lips, his actions doing the rest of the talking. He stood up, holding me up by my thighs, turning around so I was facing the couch.

He knew how to turn me on so much, expressing that a little with giggles when he grabbed my pants, pulling them and it made me fall to the couch, then pulling them off the rest of the way.

The view I had made the excitement like electricity running through my body, looking up to his sexy body towering above me. His pants lowered a little, seeing the v-line that went up to his hip, how perfect every muscle was, up to the handsome faces.

Santana was the definition of fine and there was a gorgeous smile on his face when he noticed how I was checking him out, my eyes falling back down to his bulge, his cock definitely desperate to get out of those pants, biting my lip just by the sight of that.

“You see something you want?” He teased, unbuttoning his pants, “If you do, go for it.”

“I sure see something I want,” I whispered in a sexy voice, sitting up and taking a grip on both his pants and briefs, not breaking eye contact with him until I pulled down far enough that his cock popped free.

I couldn’t think of any words or anything to say, my brain still processing all of the crazy, intense rushes going through my body that just kept coming, the sight of his cock making that beyond fierce.

His size was definitely impressive, his thickness to be proven impressive too when I began to stroke him softly, but not wanting to wait, so I got right to the point.

“I think I can speak for the both of us when I say, let’s get to it,” I smirked, standing up and letting my panties hit the floor.

Again, his actions spoke for him, breaking into a rough kiss, moving back to the couch quickly, Santana picking me up and laying me on my back.

Once he joined me, there was no more waiting, spreading my legs wide by the thighs, his crown lined up perfectly, slowly splitting me wide.

Even though we were taking things at a quick pace, it was good for him to go slow at first. Just feeling his crown pop in was enough to make me suck in a deep breath, gasping hard when I felt him inch in a little further.

After a little more, all of the moisture hit, and a sigh of satisfaction quickly turned into a loud moan, his hips beginning to roll more, only feeding me a little bit.

“Think you can handle the rest?” Santana teased and there was a smile on my face, my hands finding his wrists, sliding up his tense forearms, pulling his upper body to me.

I kept it sweet and simple, kissing him hard, biting his lower lip a little while whispering, “Give it to me.”

He sure knew how to listen to commands, making me moan even louder than before when he rolled his hips swiftly and smoothly, giving me a lot more, hitting my sweet spot already.

“Holy fuc-,” I whined, looking down to see for myself, but he hit me with another swift thrust, a little hard than the last, making it all feel even better, my head falling back when I whined, “Damn, Santana.”

“Hey,” He chuckled, huffing, “You told me to give it to you.”

“Hell yeah I did,” I moaned, biting my lip hard and whining, “It’s so damn good.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, picking up the speed as my words, moans and pleasurable noises were motivating him.

At that moment, I could only nod my head, whining hard because I felt his crown go past my sweet spot, the feeling making my walls clamp up really tight.

Santana could definitely feel it too, groaning at the feeling, more rumbling in his chest, the friction becoming a lot for both of our bodies, making him move faster.

The feeling made my body burn like I had been out sunbathing, the impact traveling straight into my stomach and I couldn’t help but moan salaciously, ready to scream because it was so overwhelming but so good, the orgasm building up in feeling like it was going to explode.

With another fast, hard stroke, the impact hit my clit, the tingling, jolting sensation so strong that my back arched sharply, body shaking. I wasn’t the only one impacted by it.

Santana’s upper body fell, enough strength in his arms to keep himself propped up and hovered above me.

“Oh my god,” I whined out, near tears, my heart pumping faster and harder, “I’m so close.”

“Just let loose,” Santana encouraged his forehead against mine, “I can feel it. All of it, you’re so tight around me.”

I felt hollow every time he pulled back, but that fullness came back so quickly, my body unable to comprehend the quick change, all of the pleasure becoming hard for my body to handle, hanging on by just a thread, desperate to get off.

“Just a little faster, Santana,” I whined, “I’m almost there, I swear.”

A little faster must have meant a lot faster to him, exceeding my expectations. He sat back up, gripping onto my thighs with raw force, moving so fast, my breasts were bouncing all over the place, my back arching hard and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe, eyes rolling back because finally, that thread snapped.

With a desperate gasp for air, all I could do was cry out his name, babbling senselessly, my walls pulsating hard, then pushing, just this big wave of moisture and gush that slicked us both.

Again, the feeling was overwhelming for him too, panting hard when his upper body came to mine. We exchange some kisses, sweet nothings, my arms wrapping around him tightly, still getting some moans out of me while his hips rolled slowly, giving me a few more strokes.

“I can’t even explain how fucking amazing that was,” Santana mumbled under his breath, making me chuckle.

“I’m pretty sure my heart stopped at one point,” I chuckled, joking with him, “After this, tell Ortiz I said that he’s not getting his partner back.”

We both shared a good laugh, Santana giving me a small kiss, when he said playfully, “He won’t be happy, but he’ll just have to accept it.”