#Never felt so stressful over a netflix show like this

[tiii13]

Avatrice

[laneywrld]

things lost and things found | Lewis Hamilton

part two

word count: 10k

warnings: smut, smut, more smut, fluff.

A man not made for commitment also doesn’t know how to communicate

It's safe to say that since that night in Cannes nearly two months ago, the lines have blurred.

Every night Clem spends with Lewis ends with her falling asleep nestled in his arms.

Some nights, they don't even have sex; he just calls her up to see him. 

Their outings are no longer limited to his bedroom or whatever hotel he's shacked up in. They're often found all over tabloids and fan pages, seen out at clubs or dinners or even on simple excursions such as shopping or taking walks.

Clementine tries her hardest to remember that Lewis was noncommittal. He would never ever even think about dating her or taking her seriously. That realization and his vocally telling her to not make things weird every time he can see that he catches her off guard keeps her on track. 

Clem knew what she signed up for; quite literally, the NDA she signed entailed every component of their relationship.

Besides the weird butterflies she got around Lewis, life was only getting better and better.  

Being around someone who understands her fully and allows her to completely unravel herself to them has really been good for Clem socially and career-wise.

She was less awakward around people, less reserved and she felt like hey, this man has accepted me for my every little flaw, why wouldn't other people. 

She was moving up in the world, and people loved her for who she was, and for the first time ever, she did too.

She's won an emmy for her netflix show, her movie was breaking records, and she was finally stepping out of her box and showcasing other skills she had.

Along with this new burst of confidence came new relationships. 

She's been trying to go out on dates to see if now was finally the time for her to try to settle down and find something serious.

That what she was doing currently, at dinner sitting across from some NBA players as he rambles on and on about different shots he couldve taken during the game, that he most definitely lost.

Clem hums, eyes feigning interest as he describes how he actually wasn't open when he tried to go for a three-pointer. Shocker, he missed.

When he excuses himself to run to the bathroom, she whips out her phone, seeing that Lewis texted her. 

Lewis 🏁

How's your date?

She shakes her head, typing out her response.

dense. how's silverstone? 

Lewis 🏁

Nerve-wracking, my car is still shit.

i'm sorry 😞  

Lewis 🏁

I'm going to need you tonight.

Lewis, i'm on a date.

Clem scoffs, but the smile on her face as she presses send is misleading.

Lewis 🏁

Is he getting lucky tonight?

NO!

Lewis 🏁

So why can't I?

Clem feels the familiar tingle in her core and places her phone face down on the table just as her date takes his seat in front of her again. 

She can't help the incredulous eyebrow raise she gives him as she sees a powdery substance painting his nostril.

"Yeah, it was nice meeting you, love." She smiles politely as she stands and motions for him to wipe his nose. He lifts his camera just as Clem drops enough money to cover her bill and tip the waitress generously. 

She hops into the black SUV, thanking her driver for helping her into the back. She unlocks her phone and sees another message from Lewis.

Lewis 🏁

My jet will be waiting for you.

That is precisely how Clementine ended up in Lewis' hotel room, waiting for him on the bed as he took a quick shower. 

When he emerges from the bathroom she can only offer him an uplifting smile, he looks so tired and so stressed. 

It helps, it always does which is why Lewis wanted her here in the first place. She was like sunrise after the darkest of nights.

"Hi," she coos, opening her arms for the muscly man.

He falls into her arms, his torso bare and his bottom half swaddled in a towel. He lays his head in her lap as she sits against the headboard. He looks up at her face as she stares down at his, and she physically pouts as she brings her fingers up to massage the stress lines from his face.

"That bad?" she whispers as his eyes flutter closed. Lewis sighs, grumbling out a faint "Yeah."

"You don't have to go through it much longer, at least." She tries and she knows it does nothing to take the heavy weight of mercedes off of his shoulders.

"You feel like you're carrying the weight of the world." She hums, her hands traveling down to rub the tension out of his neck. Her fist rubs up and down from the sides of his neck to the crook of his shoulders.

Lewis lets out a relaxed sigh, letting her work on him. 

She doesn't know how long she sits there with him snuggled into her lap as she kneads the tension from his body. 

After a while, she connects to his speaker and plays music. She has Lewis turn over onto his stomach as she slips from underneath him.

She hums as she sits on his bottom and begins massaging his back. "Your back is bruised."

"I was bouncing around like crazy in that fucking car." He curses.

Clementine bends down, pressing kisses around his back on the purple and red marks adorning his skin. 

Lewis closes his eyes, relishing in the comfort she gives him.

Lewis has noticed it, too, the turn their dynamic has taken. He is aware that he has given slight leeway to the emotional part of their relationship. 

He finds himself thinking about Clem plenty throughout the days. Buys things he thinks she'll like. He's grown accustomed to placing delicate pecks on her lips and face randomly throughout their time together; he can't help it.

Something about her has him wanting her all of the time, not even in th physical way. He just wants her to be with him.

"Can you come out to the race tomorrow?" He rasps.

She sits up, her legs still encaging his body. "Hmm, I don't think your publicity team will like that, people are already speculating about us."

"I don't care." Lewis argues, "It's about time you come to a race, wanna see you immediately not wait to get to the hotel and then see you."

His words make her heart thump harsher, and suddenly, all of the warnings from her publicist dissipate.

"Okay." 

Lewis didn't initiate sex between them that night. He simply turns over with her still on top of him and places his hands on her thighs.

"Come here," he whispers, reaching up to tug her head down to his face.

Their lips lock and it's not rushed or leading to anything. It's like how he kissed her in France. It's just sweet?

She can feel his heart against her chest as she is pressed against him, beating rampantly. "Thank you for showing up for me." He mutters against her lips. She grins against him as she remembers the words she scribbled onto the note she'd given him with her gift.

"Always." she breathes, diving back in to kiss him. One hand travels to her waist, and the other has a soft grip on the back of her neck. 

She feels his member poke against her thigh, and she sits up as much as she can with his hand on her neck, ready to free him from the towel, but the hand he had on her waist stops her actions with a grip on her wrist.

"I just want to lay with you tonight, if that's okay?"

Just when she thought she was safe from her tom-foolish thoughts, she felt her suppressed feelings for Lewis take light again. Don't make it weird, she thinks to herself. "Okay." 

Lewis sits up, his hand returning to her hip; she is sat in his lap, legs folded, and his body pushes her slightly back as he tugs on the comforter. He falls back taking her with him and pulls the thick comforter over her body which lays against his chest.

"What's one thing that surprised you about me?"

Clem traces her fingers on his chest in deep thought, "that you don't do relationships."

"Why that?"

"You're a lover boy at heart." Clem chortled, "Literally just a sweetheart. Most men who can't see themselves being with someone don't act as affectionate with women."

Lewis lets out a hmm sound, his hand still gliding up and down her back beneath his t-shirt that she wore.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Good, there's nothing wrong with being a sweetheart; bad if someone gets the wrong idea; I have a feeling you're an easy man to fall in love with."

Lewis presses a kiss to her hairline, butterflies doing summersaults in his belly. 

-

They wake up the next morning in the same position, with Clem's face nestled in the crook of his neck. Lewis smiles as he reaches over to turn off his alarm.

"Gotta get up, Clem." He soothes, rubbing up and down her back. 

"Mhmm." She moans in denial, cuddling deeper into him. "No."

"Come on, beautiful."

He sits up, forcing her up with him.

She flutters her eyes open and wraps her arms around his neck. 

He chuckles at her defiance, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and standing. He taps her thigh and she gets the message, wrapping them around his waist.

He walks her into the bathroom and sits her down on the bathroom counter. "Sit here, be careful." He orders, unraveling her from his body. He almost gives up and tucks her back into bed as she whines at him.

He leaves the bathroom and returns with a small bag of hers. She slumps against the mirror as she hears him rustling about. When she hears the faucet turn on and then feels his big hands massage circles into her cheeks, she opens her eyes.

There, she sees Lewis standing there with a cheeky smile, his hands lathered in her face soap as he massages the suds onto her face.

"Going to have to get my girl ready myself, huh?" He questions.

She only smirks at him and closes her eyes, letting him work through her skincare routine step by step, laughing as he inquires about every product.

When he finishes, he washes his own face and then passes her toothbrush to her. He stands between her legs as they both brush their teeth. Both of them stare at each other with googly eyes, laughing as foam bubbles from their mouths. When she leans over to spit into the sink, he follows shortly after and then pours a capful of mouthwash for her and them himself. And again, they stare into each other's eyes, giggly and gleaming, as they swish the liquid between their puffy cheeks.

This is where Clementine struggled with the status of their agreement. These weren't the actions of a man who didn't intend to be in a relationship. But she had heard of Lewis and his many flings and "friends" and she knew that he was a very affectionate person so once again she willed away the thought that there was any chnace of Lewis ever straying away from his bachelor lifestyle. 

She pats his shoulder beckoning him to step away, when he does she hops down and releases the last of the contents from her mouth into the sink and stepping aside so Lewis can do the same. 

"I'm going to grab my clothes." She informs.

As she lays her outfit options across the bed, she hears a vibration beneath her shirt, and she leans over the bed, patting until she finds the culprit. When she feels the device, she pulls it from underneath and sees that it's not her phone but Lewis'.

The screen lights up with notifications. 

One catches her eye from, Natalie.

Lewis did feel comfortable enough to disclose his other flings to her, and she nearly shit herself when he associated them all with cities. She remembers the way he laughed when she asked if she needed to get tested. Then she asked if he had referred to her as Clementine, NYC.

Natalie, Silverstone. She recalls.

It wasn't like she was intentionally snooping, but as the screen lit up in her hand again, she couldn't help but read the message as it appeared.

Still on for tomorrow?

At first, she feels a pang in her chest, but then she remembers her place, and she gently sits his phone on the nightstand, allowing the screen to turn off.

"Hey, you okay?" Lewis questioned, poking his head from the bathroom, realizing that she had stopped responding to him. 

She is stood facing the bed with her hands on her hips, scanning her oufits. "Yeah," she smiles though it doesn't quite meet her eyes. 

He eyes her quizically, but when she chuckles at his facial expression, pulls her outfit from the bed, and saunters into the bathroom with him, he relaxes.

Clem is in her head, and she hopes it's not obvious to Lewis.

But she can't help but wonder why he would fly her out just to make plans to sleep with another woman in the span of two days.

She's hurt, and she's jealous, and she knows she shouldn't be, but a part of her wants to slap the shit out of him. 

Instead, she refrains and plays into whatever sick bullshit he was playing with her heart unintentionally.

-

She arrives to the paddock with Lewis and she tries not to grimace as he tells a journalist that he brings friends with him to races all of the time, as they pass by.

He opens the door to the Mercedes motorhome like the proper gentleman he is and directs her into his room.

"I'm just going to change into my suit, and then we can head to the garage, okay?"

She nods and pulls out her phone. Already, she sees that they are trending. 

Lewis steps out of the room and leaves the door open. A few minutes pass before she hears an audible gasp.

When she looks up, she sees a bright-eyed George Russell.

"Hello, Hi! I'm George, I'm a big fan." He enters the compact room, his hand outstretched before him. She stands from Lewis' bed and accepts his hand.

"Hi, George, I'm Clem."

"I know who you are. What are you doing here?" He wonders.

"I'm a friend of Lewis'. I wanted to see you guys race today."

George stutters out a wow, beginning to ramble on before he is interrupted by a throat clearing at the door. There stands Lewis, with a burning look on his face that makes George immediately drop her hand.

"Lewis." He gasps, "How do you literally know everyone, man?"

She smiles, raising her eyebrows behind Lewis as George rambles about her.

Lewis claps his hands against George's shoulder before speaking, "I love you, kid. But we've got to get going."

And then he reached his arm around George and latched onto Clem and pulled her from behind him.

George stammers out a quick bye, and Clem waves sweetly at him as Lewis pulls her from the motorhome and towards the garage.

"He's so sweet," Clem coos, and Lewis only grunts out a "yeah."

"He looks like a literal prince charming." She extends.

Lewis doesn't want to hear her call his teammate any more kinds of cute, so he opts not to respond.

When they finally reach the garage, he is sitting her down beside Toto, who introduces himself with a warm and welcoming smile.

She accepts his hand, gently shaking it, and in return, Lewis gets whisked away.

She enjoys her time in the garage, whilst Lewis talk to his strategist she is sat beside Toto and a few engineers and she feels like she is on a field trip as they explain the many different parts of their setup. Finally Lewis appears at her side again, beckoning her to follow him. She accepts his hand, lifting from her seat and walking hand in hand with him to his car.

"Wow." she gasps as she studies the racing car.

"You want to get in?" Lewis questions. She turns to him with wide eyes, and Lewis can see the excitement in her dark orbs.

"You don't like people in your car." She reminds, peering back down at it.

"I said I don't let just anyone in my car, are you just anyone?" He is staring at her so intensely it has her body on fire.

She felt shy underneath his gaze as he stepped closer to her.

She stands tall, looking up at him through her lashes. He's nearly bumping chests with her as he looms over her.

"There's an entire team in here, Lewis, and cameras." She whispers only loud enough for the two of them to hear.

He doesn't care. He leans down, his mouth near her ear, "Are you just anyone to me, Clementine?"

She swallows nervously as he takes a step back, "No."

"Then get in the fucking car."

Toto watches on from his seat in amazement as Lewis lifts her frame into the car. He then turns and looks into the camera with his eyebrows raised as to show his impressment. 

He put two and two together that she was a personal guest for Lewis. It was obvious since Mercedes had already planned for Tom Cruise and Damson Idris' arrival for the race today.

Lewis leans into the car as he motions to different parts on the inside of the automobile. 

Clem honestly couldn't give two fucks about the car, but she was relishing in how passionate Lewis looked and sounded as he spoke about every aspect of it. She hadn't moved her eyes from his face not once, and Lewis froze as he turned to face her and saw the wanting look adorning her features.

It has him hard instantly.

"Behave." He warns, turning his head to survey their surroundings.

"You're fine as fuck when you're talking cars."

Lewis chuckles, and a blush comes up to cover his cheeks. He lifts his hand, his knuckles skimming along her jaw.

"I want to kiss you, but people will see."

She drops her face against his hand, puckering her bottom lip out at him.

"Aw, too bad." She whispers seductively, and Lewis whispers out a quiet "fuck." as she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. His thumb reaches up and drags it back out.

"Gotta be nice to me right now, Clem. Hmm?" He hums, not bothering to remove his thumb from her lip. He smears his finger across, watching as it pops back into place. 

"Help me out of this car." She smirks, lifting her arms, "Before you do something you'll regret, there are cameras around."

"I don't give a fuck about the cameras." He rasps and breaks out into a grin when she bursts into a fit of laughter. He smacks his teeth, standing up straight, preparing to get her out.

"You like fucking with me." He declares.

Lewis helps her from the car, his hands probably lingering on her lower back for far too long once she's back on the ground.

"Lewis." He hears, and when he turns around, he sees Tom and Damson.

He pulls Clem with him, introducing her to the pair. He instantly regrets it when he sees the way Damson eyes her down like she's a refreshing tall glass of water.

 Tom starts up a conversation with Lew about the business they need to handle for his upcoming movie, but his eyes can't leave Clem's frame, and how Damson brings her hand up to his lips. 

He feels like a suicidal maniac when he watches her laugh and smile at whatever he is saying.

He'd met him before, and trust, whatever he was saying couldn't possibly be that funny.

Lewis wants to rip Toto's head off as he directs the two of them into a set of empty seats. He was less than present during the conversation with Tom, and he hoped he hadn't noticed. His arms are folded over his chest, and his foot is tapping the ground anxiously. He tries not to make it obvious when he directs Tom to his spot and takes his in order to keep an eye on Clem.

When the time for the start of the race gets closer he is thankful to see Tom take his place beside Toto. 

He saunters over to the still chatty pair and stands in front of Clem. He waits for her to notice him, and when she doesn't, he clears his throat rather dramatically. 

She stands when she notices him, shooting Damson an apologetic smile that has him ready to drag her off. Which he does.

He pulls her to a corner of the garage and up the stairs into a random office and locks the door. 

"You okay." Clem questions, stepping towards him and placing her hands on his waist. "Lewis." she tries again when he doesn't answer.

He looks stressed and zoned out.

"I- uh yeah." he coughs and suddenly he feels better having her away from Damson. "i'm fine, pre-race jitters." He lies.

Her hands slide up his chest until they settle on the sides of his head.

She tilts his head so that he's staring into her eyes. 

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

"I'm regretting this." He admits and her eyes squint, "bringing you here, I mean."

That does nothing to alleviate her hurt expression, so he continues, "My car is still shit, I don't want you to watch me lose."

She scoffs, gently slapping her hand against his shoulder before returning it to its place caressing his beard. "Would’ve watched you lose at home too, what's the difference. I'm going to support you all the same."

Lewis leans down and presses a short, soft kiss to her plump lips.

Her eyes flutter closed as he stares down at her, and finally, his hands raised to her hips, pulling her into him. "I don't think that I tell you thank you enough for all of the ways you help me, Clem."

"You don't have to," she whispers, dropping her forehead against his chest. He rests his chin on top of her head, putting his arms over her shoulders as hers wraps around his torso.

Lewis likes this. He thinks he can start every race for the rest of his career like this. When he hears a knock on the door, he groans but shoots Clem a warning look as she chuckles at him.

"Big baby." she teases, moving around him to unlock the door. He maneuvers behind her, reaching to open it, and when he does, he sees Toto there with a knowing smirk.

"Time to race, Lewis."

She allows Lewis to pull her from the office hand in hand, and she knows her publicist is probably in New York and stressed running through cigarettes. She always joked that this Lewis rendezvous would result in her smoking her stress away.

Lewis knows something is wrong with him for sure when he realizes that he doesn't care about the camera or who's watching him show Clem his affection. He knows they're going to be the main topic of every tabloid tomorrow, and he just doesn't care.

She stands in front of him beside his car as the crew bustles around them.

When it's time for Lewis to finish his preparation, he motions his head towards Clem, and suddenly, her hands are stuffed with a balaclava and a pair of gloves. 

She turns to the man who handed them to her and he offers her a small smile. 

She turns to Lewis, and he can tell she's trying to fight off the grin that desperately wants to appear.

She reaches for his right hand, tugging the glove onto his hand gently, she checks each finger and pulls to make sure the fit is snug. She repeats her actions on his left hand and then Lewis firmly places his hands on her waist. He's looking at her with those sparkly eyes and a loving smile.

She turns the balaclava in her hands, trying to figure out which way to pull it over his head. When she sees the opening, she lets out an "Aahh" that has Lewis chuckling at her.

She stands on her tiptoes, freeing his braids from the ponytail and pushing them back. She hums to herself as she pulls the balaclava over his head. 

She settles back on her feet, and she can only see his eyes, but it does something to her. 

She reaches between them pulling the upper half of his suit up his body, giggling when he grunts realizing he's got to let go of her to push his arms through the sleeves.

His hands are back on her in an instant, like by not physically touching her he'd fly away.

Clem reaches between them again; this time, her fingers latch onto the zipper, and she tugs it up from his pelvis all the way up his chest until it's set in place. 

"I don't know, Lew. I think we've at least got a podium." She whispers, accepting the helmet.

She steps back, allowing his hands to fall, and then hands him the helmet.

"I can feel it in my bones." 

"Oh," Lewis laughs, "Can feel it in your bones?" He sticks out his free hand, tickling at her.

Clementine laughs, stepping back and gripping his arm, "Stop!" 

He listens, pulling on his helmet and looking back at his car.

"Well, that's me."

Clem feels like a lovesick puppy as she watches his eyelashes flutter with every blink of his eyes.

"Podium." She reminds him, lifting her pinky.

"Podium." He declares, wrapping his own against hers. He lifts their conjoined hands and places them against his helmet where his mouth would be, and she swoons.

"Get in the car, Hamilton."

She's a giddy mess as she steps away from him and finds herself accepting a seat from one of the crew members.

She sighed while watching the screen as Lewis started in P5. He is quickly into P4. She feels her adrenaline kick in as the crew cheers excitedly watching him overtake into third. When he overtakes two other drives all in the same lap the garage erupts in shouts of excitement, just for that to be taken away just as fast when they see a car barrel through off od the track and into the fence.

Clem gasps, her hand coming up to cup her mouth.

She knew Formula One was a dangerous sport, but watching a wreck like that happen in real-time has her mind reeling on just how much danger Lewis puts himself in.

"Is he okay?" She hears as the crew all talk amongst themselves.

"George is out of the race. The other driver is okay." Toto announces, "We're restarting."

Lewis is back in the garage, and he is irritated.

Clem stays back and out of his way as she watches him angrily rant. "That is not right, Toto." He snaps, "back in fifth?"

She watches as Toto nods at him, and Lewis turns to his assistant, rolling his eyes. He looks so frustrated as he throws his hand out, "fucking fifth."

Clem knew that when she was angry that she didn't like to be bothered, so she stayed in her seat. She feels a body plop down beside her, and she turns to see Damson.

"Intense, yeah?" He questions.

"Most definitely." She sighs, "My adrenaline is off the charts right now."

"First time coming to a race?"

She nods, returning the question, "Nah, this is like the NFL to Brits."

She laughs, "Right."

The two chat whilst the rest of the garage is in shambles, and Lewis watches the two with slits in his eyes. 

He knows he shouldn't be jealous. Clem was nothing to him but a friend who he enjoys fucking. It's what he tells himself as Damson passes his phone to her. She was just his friend. He'd even encouraged her to get out there and find her person.

But that was before he realized how differently she made his heartbeat.

Lewis doesn't bother going over to her before the race restarts, he can feel her lingering eyes as he manuevers around the garage, avoiding her.

Lewis feels a bit enraged. Initially, it was just the FIA and their stupid fucking rules, then it was the car, and now it was Clementine and the stupid British actor drooling over each other in his face.

It was all piling on top of him, and he hadn't felt so unsettled ever before a race. 

He hops back into his car, not sparing Clem a glance, and rolls out into P5.

This time the only thing on his mind is how fucking mad he is. 

That anger got him P3. 

He doesn't know why he doesn't approach Clem as she waits for him patiently in her seat. He goes around and thanks the crew and the engineers and has a brief talk with Toto and Tom. And then he leaves to go to the podium, all without even glancing at her.

Clem, always aware, remains silent and tries to keep the pout from taking place on her face.

She tries not to take Lewis' actions personal, it's obvious he's wound up. She doesn't know if it's something she did or if he's still frustrated by the race restart. Logically it's the second, she's learned that not everyone's behaviors have to do with her. It's taken years of her enternalizing other people's moods to realize that 9/10 people are just feeling things. She hasn't done anything, she's sure of it.

She is directed into the motorhome whilst Lewis handles other business and she sits in his room on his bed waiting patiently.

When Lewis had brought up the idea of bringing her to the race yesterday, he raved on and on about how she'd be able to walk the track, wait with his team whilst he's on the podium (if he got one), and get the classic guest experience. She hadn't gotten that, which was a letdown since she really wanted to experience Lewis' world, but she understood why that wasn't possible today after seeing Lewis' mood.

But still, it would have been nice not to sit in his motorhome and then the garage all day, just to end up back in his motorhome alone for hours. 

When Lewis emerges into the tiny room he is clean and dressed in comfortable clothes. He had been on the phone in the office preparing a few arrangements for the past hour. He sighs as he sees her frame sprawled across the tiny bed. 

There are soft puffs of air escaping her, and her phone is clutched loosely in her hand.

He can tell she fell asleep scrolling through her phone.

He sits on the foot of the bed at her feet and drops his head into his hands.

He doesn't know what he's doing. But he does know he can't keep going on like this. Lewis didn't like relationships, he didn't like being tied down, it wasn't fair of him to only want Clem to himself when she would never get all of him. 

"C'mon Clem, let's get you back."

Like the sleepy girl she is, she whines as Lewis pulls her body from the bed, placing her on her feet. 

"Can you walk?" 

She only nods, reaching over to grab her bag and her phone. She doesn't speak to Lewis quite yet, still unsure of his mood. She lets him direct her from the motorhome, his hand tight in hers as he leads her through the paddock. It is so late at night that there are rarely any people hanging around. When they exit and get to his car, the flashes from the cameras wake her up even more, and she uses the back of her hand to block the lights. 

Lewis walks her to the passenger side, waiting for her to slip in before he closes the door gently and goes around to his seat.

He pulls out cautiously and begins their trek to the hotel.

Clem forces herself to stay awake, knowing that it's only a short drive.

Still, she is waiting for Lewis to speak, but he doesn't. 

"I had fun," she announces.

"I'm glad."

"You got podium." She cheers lowly.

Lewis only offers her a small smile, and uncertainty settles in her gut. Something's not right.

She gives up trying to talk to him after that. 

The car is filled with tension and awkward silence. It's so unlike them.

When they pull into the hotel, Clem doesn't wait for the valet to open her door. She clambers out and thanks god as the night breeze fills her lungs. She's never felt so suffocated around Lewis.

As Lewis exchanges formalities with the man she rushes into the hotel and onto the elevator, when she reaches the room she unlocks it with the secondary key taking a moment to gulp down a glass of water.

Lewis follows in behind her shortly after, paying her no mind as he goes to the bathroom and emerges with his shirt and jewelry off.

"You got an attitude?" Lewis questions, standing in the doorframe.

"No, I don't." 

"I know you, Clementine." Lewis rasps, coming to stand over her as she sits on the bed.

"You're the one with the nasty ass attitude." She huffs, reaching up to nudge him away from her. He doesn't budge.

"Lose the attitude, Clem." He orders, and she rolls her eyes. 

"Or what, Lewis?" She pushes.

Lewis' hand is at her neck in a second. His grip is not tight at all, just holding her in place as he ravishes her mouth. Just as frustrated as he is, she returns the kiss.

"Got something for that attitude," Lewis grunts, pushing her onto her back.

She gasps as he roughly pulls at her pants.

He has them off before she knows it, and his hand lets go of her neck and travels down to pull at her panties. He rips them off of her with a hunger in his eyes like no other. 

"Gotta fuck it out of you, Clem?" He asks. 

He doesn't give her time to answer as he sinks down to his knees at the end of the bed and pulls her down with him. He lifts her legs over him and wraps his arms around her thighs. His hands settle on her thighs, keeping them apart, and he stares up at her one last time before connecting his mouth to her clit.

She jumps, but his hands hold her in place.

He removes his lips from her bundle of nerves, his tongue traveling down to swipe through her crease. She moans lightly as she fists at the sheets. His fingers travel up to replace his mouth, and he digs them deep into her core, his tongue flicking against her clit before he presses it flat and moves up and down.

Clem gasps as he curls his fingers inside her and suckles extra hard on her. Her hand shoots down to push him away, but he catches her wrist in his free hand, holding it against the mattress. 

He stares up at Clem, the whole scene naughty and erotic. He lets her other hand come down to rest in his hair. 

Lewis moans into her, his mouth sending a wave of vibrations through her body. Lewis never took his eyes off of her, watching as she writhed above him. He was showing her no mercy as the gushy sounds filled the room. 

She tasted so good.

Lewis worked his tongue around her clit, teasing her only for a minute before he smushed his mouth over it again and suckled just the right amount, his fingers still thrust in and out of her, driving her absolutely insane. He moans into her pussy and trails his mouth down to swallow where she is oozing. 

Lewis lets her captivating moans egg him on as he devours her like a starved man. He can feel it when she comes when her tight, spongy pussy constricts around his fingers. He happily licks up the juices she releases as she comes undone. 

He pulls his fingers from her core and stands, quickly turning her body over. She lands on her stomach with a slight "oomph" noise and turns to look back at Lewis.

He wastes no time hammering into her from behind. He grabs her arms pulling them behind her back and crossing her wrists; with one hand, he holds them against her back, and with the other, he swats at her ass. Groaning as he watches it ripple.

"Fuck."

Clem can do nothing but pant underneath him and let out pathetic mewls as his hand repeatedly strikes her ass. It hurts so good.

Lewis keeps pounding into her hard, his heart racing as he chases his own orgasm. He sees her phone light up beside him, and a message from Damson appears. 

When he sees this, he speeds up his thrusts, gliding his thick member in and out of her suffocating walls. 

She can only blubber out useless moans as he plummets in and out of her.

He lets go of her wrist, pulling her up onto all fours. 

"You get a thrill out of pissing me off?" He grunts, his hand going up to grip her hair.

"No!" she whines, gripping the covers.

"I think you do." 

His other hand is gripping her waist, pulling her back to him every time she falls forward.

"Nuh-unh." He orders from behind her, letting go of her hair and holding on to her waist tightly with both hands now.

"Don't run from it, baby. You wanted this, huh? This what you want?"

Clem rasps out a choked yes, her head falling at the intense pleasure running through her veins.

Lewis sounds like a beast behind her, all strangled up and growling out praises at her. 

He feels so possessive as his hand lifts and smacks at her ass again. "Fucking, mine." He growls, and Clem falls forward. He doesn't stop as her legs give in, and she drops to the bed again. He climbs behind her, still keeping his pace, and throws his head back as she quivers around him like a candle on fire. 

He can feel the heat building in his core, and it eggs him on as he places his hands on her ass, holding her in place.

Clementine spasms beneath him, never experiencing an orgasm like this before. Her heart feels like it's beating outside of her chest as her ears ring and her eyes roll to the back of her head. She can only curse over and over as she feels Lewis drag out of her and return again with much more force. 

This was the best sex she'd ever gotten in her life.

Her walls clenched around him, her breath hitching as he moved aimlessly in and out of her.

Lewis shuddered at the feeling, sucking in a sharp breath at the sensation. She is face down, panting into the mattress as he pants above her.

She can't count how many times she has come undone underneath him, but as she feels another orgasm approaching, she can't help the way her thighs tremble underneath Lewis. 

Lewis is an incoherent, mumbling and moaning mess above her as he allows himself to succumb to her squeezing cunt, clamping over him. Lewis falls into the abyss, pleasure washing over both of them as he spills into her.

He pulls out with a hiss, shuddering at his sensitivity, and falls over beside Clementine, who rolls onto her back.

"Woah." she pants.

Lewis feels her phone vibrate and he watches as she scambled down the bed to get it, he feels green as he watches her smile at the screen.

Just as she moves to lie beside him again, he speaks up with words that make her feel dismayed.

"I booked you a room."

He turns away from her, staring at the ceiling.

"I- What?" She stutters, turning to face him.  

"It's just a floor below, suite 909."

Clem is distraught, and it shows on her face as she jumps away from the bed as if Lewis has burned her. "Lewis, what-"

Her words are cut off as her phone vibrates in her hand. Lewis chuckles dryly, finally tilting his head to face her. Suddenly Clem feels like a little girl again, wondering why her parents never made an effort in her life, wondering why it was so easy for them to push her aside like they didn't care that she existed.

"What's the matter? Are we okay?" She rambles.

Stop talking, Lewis. He thinks to himself as he watches Clem's eyes flash with wetness. Even sad, she has doe eyes, still shining, but this time, there are tears in her eyes and an intense sadness. 

"Yeah," he should’ve stopped there, but he kept going. "I'll probably see you tomorrow. If not, it'll be the next time I need you." He motions to the bed.

Clem frowns, letting out an exhale as she bends down to tug on her pants. As she maneuvers around the room collecting her suitcase, Lewis calls out to her. "I put the room key beside your toiletry bag."

She slips into the bathroom, picking up her small bag, and sure enough, the keycard is there. She grasps it in her hand and walks out. She wants to scream at him, tell him how big of a dick he's being, but she's not that kind of person.

She is graceful. But it's taking everything in her to channel the lessons her grandpa has taught her when she is this mad, this hurt. 

Clem avoids looking at Lewis as she latches onto her suitcase. 

 "Maybe you should start considering finding someone who's serious, Clementine."

Is this what this is about? She knew the blurred lines would come back to bite her in the ass eventually.

She freezes, her back turned to him as her hand pauses on the door handle. And her body shakes slightly as a her frown deepens, she feels a stream of tears flow down her cheeks.

And just when Lewis thinks that Clem is going to turn around and argue with him, probably throw something at him and shout at him, she doesn't.

She lifts one hand, swiping at her face, and then softly opens the door and leaves without so much as looking back at him. The door clicks shut behind her, and she walks on down the hallway towards the elevator. 

The words don't react, echoing over and over in her head, but as she hears the wheel rolling on her suitcase, she can't help but feel the trembling in her body. She presses her lips together, stepping onto the elevator, and as the doors close, she lets out a gutwrenching sob. 

She sniffles as she steps into the suite. Rushing to the bathroom to shed her clothes, she showers wiping all traces of Lewis Hamilton from her body the way she wishes she can erase him from her mind. She scrubs harshly, eyes still full with tears, between the scorchingly hot water, steam and the tears she can barely see anything as she scrubs severely.

For the first time since agreeing to this arrangement, she feels used by Lewis. She's never felt so dirty in her life. As she sank down to her knees, feeling the wails rip through her body with force, she realized why exactly his words and actions hurt her so much. 

It didn't matter how much she showed up for him or how much she allows herself to be his shrink and him hers, it'd always be a bad religion, loving someone who'd never love you back.

Lewis is in the same position he has been in since she left, flat on his back with his hands covering his face. His body is quivering as sobs rack through his body.

It was a tough decision, but it was one that had to be made. He could never give Clem what she deserved; he wasn't a committed person. Seven years on and off with the same person is proof of that. He could never be okay with putting her through that.

-

Lewis wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache and lingering loneliness. 

He always felt like this when he woke up without Clem in his arms. As he sits up and swipes his hands over his face, his heart aches when he notices her ripped panties thrown on the floor.

He regrets his actions. 

He wishes he would've sat her down nicely and explained how things were getting too deep for him. It's Clem, she would've understood. 

He realizes just how bad he fucked up when her giddiness to lay beside him last night flickers through his mind like a clip from a movie.

"What if we lay in bed after every meetup and we just talk?"

He feels like he's been shot when her hurt face replays over and over. He treated her like shit last night, all because he was scared of what she made him feel. 

He was a mess during yesterday's race; all he could think about down every straight and around every curve was how much he liked Clem, how good she made him feel, and bad she could make him feel just as easily.

He realized that the woman had too much control over his heart yesterday, and he couldn't take that. This was supposed to be fun, casual fun. He never inteded to catch feeling for Clementine Russell, but she was the kind of girl who made you drop to her feet.

He never stood a chance against her charm.

He scrambled from the king-sized bed, rushing to his phone.

-

When he hears a knock on his door, he opens it in a rush; he sees the butler there and offers him a finger to signal to hold on. He rushes to his table, picking up the bouquet of flowers, an array of red, yellow, and orange orchids, dahlias, and marigolds. 

"Can you take these down to suite 909?" Lewis pants pushing the boquet towards the man, there is a note nestled between the pedals.

The man tilts his head, pushing the flowers back towards Lewis.

"I am sorry, Sir Hamilton, Ms Russell has checked out already in the early hours of Midnight."

Lewis feels his heart crumble as he steps away from the man, the giant bouquet firm in his hold.

Lewis says nothing as he closes the door and walks away. 

-

Clem had left that night, not long after leaving Lewis' room. After her shower, she was on the first flight home, and she hadn't spoken to Lewis since. 

Lewis misses Clementine. It's a realization that he came to rather quickly but refused to admit.

Lewis pulls himself out of the leggy woman he picked up at the end of his race. She drops down beside him in heavy pants. 

"That was fun." She exhales.

He doesn't know why when he turns his head, he expects to see Clem staring back at him with her dark eyes and cute smile. 

This woman is no Clementine, and that's for sure. 

He doesn't know why he tries it, but he does. "You can go anywhere in the world under one condition. You'd have to stay there forever; everything is unchanged, and nothing new will ever come. Where do you choose?"

He watches as her eyes scrunch momentarily in confusion.

"I don't know. It's probably Paris. I'm obsessed with their lifestyle, honestly."

Lewis turns his head back to the ceiling.

He wants her to leave. And he wants Clementine to be in her place.

It's quiet and awkward, and she doesn't even try to ask him. 

He already knows his answer. He'd be with Clem in his bed, hands connected as they lie naked underneath his covers, heads turned to each other as they talk. He'd watch on as the moonlight supersedes the darkness and the moonbeams are replaced with sun rays. And he'd listen to her feel things like she made him. And he'd be happy and content with spending eternity like that.

Everything unchanged, nothing new.

Lewis begins to think that maybe casual sex isn't for him anymore. Perhaps he's taking Clem's absence extra hard because he yearned for the other form of intimacy, the emotional aspect of being with a woman.

So he tries dating. 

And he comes to the same conclusion, date after date.

Their eyes don't gleam like hers.

They don't understand his humor.

They don't care about why losing his favorite toy as a kid was an integral part of the man he became.

They can't carry on discussions like Clem or even talk like Clem.

They don't have her precious smile and her deep dimples. They're not gracious and benevolent.

They aren't Clem, no one ever will be.

Lewis craves Clem; he misses her with every fiber of his being.

And he regrets letting her up from his bed. He regrets telling her to pursue another man. 

When Lewis returns to New York, his thumb lingers over the send button.

clemmy 🪂

I need to see you, where are you?

He doesn't send the message; he drops his phone with a sigh, knuckling at his eyes. Why was it so fucking hard? He'd never felt this troubled in his life, especially over a woman he'd never even dated.

He sighs in distress, picks up his phone, stares at the message begging to be sent, and clicks off of the app. Instead, he opens his Instagram. As he goes to search for Clem's name, he sees that she is still his top search, and he feels like a loser as he enters her profile.

He'd take any sight of her he could get.

-

Clementine wouldn't say she was necessarily religious. Her grandpa would probably drop dead of a heart attack if he heard that. But it was the truth. She thought it was fairytale-like sometimes. Yes, she had faith, but she wasn't as devout as many people. 

If she was being honest, she thought religion began as something beautiful, putting your complete trust and faith into another person, with the idea that they were quite literally the holy grail. Over time, it's been skewed and manipulated, some for great purposes and others for very wrong reasons. 

She thought most religious people were hypocrites. Lewis was a hypocrite for sure, giving her an inch and then taking a mile. Now that she has had time to ponder over it, Lewis Hamilton is actually a sick man. Pouring affection into her and poisoning her heart. 

How did he expect her not to fall for him when he treated her the way he did? She feels like a fool herself, too, thinking back to the conversation she had with him the night before it all went to shit. 

"You're a lover boy at heart." Clem chortled, "Literally just a sweetheart. Most men who can't see themselves being with someone don't act as affectionate with women."

Lewis lets out a hmm sound, his hand still gliding up and down her back beneath his t-shirt that she wore.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Good, there's nothing wrong with being a sweetheart; bad if someone gets the wrong idea; I have a feeling you're an easy man to fall in love with."

Lewis was a hypocrite, and she was too. 

But the truth is religion gave people purpose. She'd never felt it firmly in a spiritual sense, but she had experienced that strong urge to follow someone's every command. She's believed every word that tumbles from his mouth. Given the opportunity, she would surely drop to her knees at his feet. She's only ever felt the need to praise and put her limited faith and her secured trust into one person. Sure, she had faith, just in a bad religion. She admired one man, Lewis Hamilton, but there was one problem, she could never make him love her the way she loved him.

Clem took his advice. She branched off, presented herself in new ways, made new friends, developed herself, and found someone who would take her seriously, though that didn't last long at all. 

clementine

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clementine so, they've helped me make an album? Clementine, NYC out now on all streaming platforms !! 

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feliciathegoat Cool kids doing cool shit 🏌🏿

clementine the coolest 😎

lilyachty ALBUM OF THE FUCKING YEAR

clementine 🤸🏾‍♀️🤸🏾‍♀️🤸🏾‍♀️🤸🏾‍♀️

user no bc who did my girl like that

clementine no really, it's okay though builds character 😃

user builds character my ass, go beat his ass

user A MOVIE AND MUSIC IN THE SAME YEAR ASVJHKHK WHEN DO WE GET SEASON 2???

clementine yk im filming girl 🙄

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clementine two post in one day bc why not, what's everyone's favorite song from Clementine, NYC?!?

danielricciardo In your hands slaps

clementine you sir, have great taste 😘

user daniel what are you doing here 😭

user No really, weird ass crossover episode

user the blue hair to match the album cover the movie * chefs kiss*, your creativity is unmatched queen

clementine you noticing the small details >>>

justinbieber posting us arguing over the order is killing me

clementine no bc we both look so over it 😂

user I love her and Tyler's friendship sm

feliciathegoat i love my bestie

clementine and I love u T 🥹

-

Lewis instantly throws in his airpods and starts the album, one by one he listens to each song. Sure enough every song has small anecdotes about their time together that only he'd know.

He was aware that he was blurring the lines between just benefits and true feelings, but he didn't know that he wasn't the only one feeling strongly about it. He never took her feelings into account.

Just when he thought he couldn't feel any worse about the situation, that realization dawned on him. Clementine Russell loved him and he threw her to the curb like a bag of trash. 

He's throwing on whatever clothes he sees first as he rushes from his door. 

He doesn't bother calling his driver as he treks block after block; he has one destination in mind, Clem's townhome. 

He's there before he knows it, his fist urgently banging against her door. 

He sees a light flicker on through the window, and then her door swings open.

She's in her nightshirt with her hair wrapped in a scarf, and her eyes are puffy from sleep. When she sees Lewis, she begins to swing the door back closed, but his hand pushes against it.

"No, Lewis." She snarls, swinging the door open again. She is looking at him like he's the devil himself. "I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk to you, I don't even want to think of you."

"Clem, please." He begs, "Please, I can't take it."

She pauses at the door, taking her time to study the man in front of her. He looks bad, simply put.

His eyes are bloodshot and droopy with bags, his braids are disheveled and clearly in need of a touch-up, and he just looks all around miserable.

She almost gives in until she thinks back to the last eight months where she had been miserable herself. She smacks her teeth swinging the door closed until she hears Lewis shout out three words that take her back to when the roads got foggy, Cannes. When she realized the difference in how she actually felt for Lewis.

"I love you."

She peels the door back open and stares at him intensely. "What did you say?"

He looks like he's watched his whole world get taken away from him as he repeats himself, "I love you. Don't shut the door, please."

"It's not fair, Lewis." She fumes.

"I know." He whispers, and his voice cracks.

"You don't get to do this to me." Clem snapped. "You can't just make me feel things for you and then push me away. You can't make me love you and then hurt me and tell me you love me when it's too late."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry, isn't enough." She hissed angrily, approaching him and poking his chest. 

He reaches up and grabs her hand, holding it close to his chest. She feels him shudder underneath her touch, and his body begins to shake.

"Clem, I'm sorry." his voice is hoarse and thick as he peers down at her, and she cracks when she feels a teardrop against their connected hands. "I'm sorry."

Her forehead drops against his chest, and he wraps his arms around her. "You didn't deserve that; I should have just told you; I was scared; you broke all of my walls, Clem; I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to hurt you in the end."

"But you did, " she cries.

"I know, I did; I was scared of commitment, was scared I would ruin us further down the line." He presses a kiss to the top of her head, "I'm not scared of commitment, Clem, not anymore. I just don't want to be committed if it's not to you."

"You don't mean that." Clem breathes. 

"I promise I do, Clem."

She steps back from him, letting his arms fall to his side. "You made me feel dirty."

He opens his mouth, and she puts up her hand, "Let me talk. I let you disrespect me, Lewis. I should be done with you. I should be over you. I don't care how much I feel for you; if you ever, and I mean ever, speak to me that way or treat me like I'm nothing ever again, all gracefulness is out of the fucking window."

"I understand." He breathes, "I will never, Clem, and I mean never treat you like that again."

It's ironic, the two of them standing infront of each other as the sky illuminates in yellow and orange hues. 

"It's six in the morning." Clem sighs.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"I wasn't supposed to be here today; you almost missed me," Clem informs.

"I would've found you. Lost you once already. I didn't know how much I cherished what we had until I no longer had it. Until I lost it. I don't want to lose you forever, too."

"It's almost spring," Clem announces. 

"Gonna take you to that mountain, Clem." He promises, pulling her into his arms again.

"I've missed you so much. There were so many things I wanted to talk to you about. I missed talking to you." She admits and Lewis holds her tighter.

"I missed listening to you. Swear I did." 

"Are we still friends?"

"No, we're more than that. We should’ve never been friends. Always meant to be more." 

"I wrote an album about you." She sighs.

She feels Lewis hum against her. "It's beautiful."

"I talked so much shit about you, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry for feeling Clem, I was a shit person to you." 

"My hair is blue." She announces, and he chuckles; there she was, his Clem talking his head off.

"Starting over, right?"

"Yeah, starting over."

Although they weren't laying in bed on their backs hands connected and staring through the ceiling like it was their sky. Things felt familiar to the two as the sun rose and light beamed around them.

Lewis was her sunset, the beauty that comes after a hard and blaring day. To him, she was the sunrise. After the darkness, it will always be light again. She was his light source, and he knew that now. He could never lose something that's always shining. 

"Thank you for showing up for me."

Not proofread

the album:

bad religion - frank ocean

in your hands - halle

i think- tyler, the creator

saturn- sza

broken is the man- jorja smith

everything is gonna be alright- infinity song

everything- kehlani

mine- beyonce ft drake

poison- beyonce

are we still friends- tyler, the creator

eternal sunshine- jhene aiko

<3

[kitscutie]

hey! I'm not sure what all to put in an request. I'd love a kit connor x reader (fem preferred) about dating or fluffy things! Legal age of course

you belong with me (kit connor x fem!reader)

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗄𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀ꜱ: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!

ꜱ𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗍'ꜱ 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽ꜱ 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋ꜱ 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 '𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍ꜱ𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋'.

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗁𝗂! 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾ꜱ𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇ꜱ𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾ꜱ𝗍ꜱ 𝖼𝖺𝗇 ᖯ𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 ꜱ𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺ꜱ ꜱ𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺ꜱ 𝗍𝗁𝗂ꜱ ^ 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 ꜱ𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇! 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾ꜱ𝗍ꜱ 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇!

It all started during lockdown. You received a call that you had gotten the role of Florence Smith (a very British surname) in the new show 'Heartstopper'. You were already familiar with the comics - perhaps even a fan.

Florence was Imogen's shy but sweet friend that tended to sit in silence while the other characters spoke, though she did have some key roles too. Most importantly being that she was Nick's girlfriend at the start of the show until he realises he has been hiding his true self and meets the wonderful Charlie Spring.

Their relationship was supposed to be pre-existing, supposedly having dated for a year which meant you and Kit had to seem pretty comfortable and 'in love'. Even when you had just met.

The rehearsals began and all of the cast met, including you and Kit. The first time you saw him it almost felt surreal, he quite literally embodied your ideal man. Golden hair that fell effortlessly into all the right places, freckles littering his skin in a way that reminded you of constellations and most importantly and amazing personality.

You were shy at first, much like everyone, you had only done small jobs and this was completely different, an actual Netflix show with seasoned actors. It was a lot of pressure.

He never made you feel like the under dog. Like the one who didn't know what you were doing, in fact, he went out of his way to help you out. Pointing out who did what, talking to a crew member when you weren't quite sure what to say and it all warmed your heart.

It didn't take long for you two to become best friends. You were both in your final year of A-levels and it was complete and utter hell, though he made it a little more bearable. Both of you were currently working at D's in drama which wasn't quite ideal and so, you became revision buddies.

Days at each other's houses turned into nights together, and it all just felt so incredibly right. You never had a friend as good as him, someone who treat you so humanely, even if that was the bare minimum.

It all scared you to be honest, feelings evident to everyone except him. Even fans.

They would point out the small things, like how you would sit on Kit's lap whenever there were no chairs available in the back of one of Tobie's vlogs, even though Joe and Bash did the same. Or the way the two of you were often seen playfighting in the back of behind the scenes clips.

It wasn't like you hadn't kissed before, practically every scene your characters shared up to the break up contained a kiss and so it became easy to see it all as, well, real.

The hugs, the handholding and the pecks on the cheek. It all felt so real and then it was gone. And filming was over.

It didn't really effect how often you saw Kit, the cast became best friends outside of filming and so you still saw him every day, though it felt different.

The bubble you had been living in no longer existed, the two of you were real people not characters and even realer was the crush building inside of you for your 'best friend' and no matter what Joe told you, you couldn't see the boy liking you back.

Shortly after filming ended the first season got released and it was crazy. Not only did you have an influx of followers but an influx of people 'shipping' you and Kit.

It was stressful, feeling as though your secret was being revealed even if Kit saw it all as fans being fans, it was as if they could see right through you.

The two of you would laugh about it, the way they made compilations of him 'being in love' with you for ten minute straight. Or how they would tweet that you held onto his hand for a little too long at a red carpet. Deep down you both knew, it meant more.

Slowly he began to flirt, little things to gage your reaction, and when it made you blush instead of laugh and slap him in the face he realised maybe the theories weren't all that crazy.

Flirting became out right date proposals and it all felt so surreally perfect. He could have anyone and yet he wanted you.

By the time filming for season two rolled around the pair of you were official and known to the public, not exactly on your own terms but there was only so long you could walk on the street together without giving into the urge of holding his warmer hand.

Now instead of playfights and handshakes the cameras would catch the two of you napping together on set or cuddling on the sofa in a cast mates living room.

"I love you." He told you one cold night in December as you watched 'The Grinch'. It was your favourite Christmas movie. He knew that.

"I love you too." You replied, leaning up to place a kiss on his jaw line from your position lying with your head in his lap.

You knew at that moment, you belonged together.

[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ~ 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞

word count: 3.2k

genre/tropes: established friendship, one-sided love (or is it?)

warnings: slight angst

pt one: here

notes from bambi: the POV switches throughout this part - switches will be indicated by an extra blank line. also i wasn't originally planning to add another part to this but ohhhh i'm so glad i did. thank you to @sturniololover-09 , @ivonchetooo1239 , and @aliceloveschris , who asked for part two - hope you like it!

Another night, another stressed-out Christopher. While I already felt out-of-my-depth when he came to me with his existential romance crisis, his current issue proved to be even more herculean in nature. 

“Chris. For the umpteenth time. I don’t know how to make the glow stars stick to your ceiling.”

“But I need them to! And they’re supposed to stick, it said so on the box-”

“It also said to clean the area thoroughly before application,” I said dryly, crossing my ankles and settling deeper into the blankets on his bed, “And when exactly did you wipe down your ceiling?”

Chris harrumphed. “The universe is working against me.”

“I’m sure it is, honey. Can we please start this now?” I gestured to his monitor, some dumb lawyer show on Netflix - Coats or Jackets or something. Chris told me earlier how much I’d love it, to which I had replied, “We’ll see.” The last show he tried to get me to watch with him was deplorable, and it took a long time for me to see Cole Sprouse, Lili Reinhart, and KJ Appa as anything other than the god-awful actors Riverdale painted them to be. 

“I wanna try one more time,” he said, stepping ungraciously over my legs and stretching towards the ceiling.

“Is it made of plaster?” I asked, tilting my head upwards, trying very hard to avoid looking straight up his loose basketball shorts.

“What, this?” He pointed upward. “I think. Why?”

I hummed in reply and began tapping away on my phone. Chris shrugged and went back to his Sisyphysian task. The stars would stick initially, but kept falling after a while and stabbing us in the rudest of places - an hour ago I got a crescent moon to the boob.

Soft music drifted down the stairs outside his bedroom door - Matt must be playing something in the kitchen. The four of us ate dinner earlier and as Chris made it, I was a guest, and Nick didn’t feel good, he’d been on clean-up. 

“Hey.” I pulled on the hem of Chris’s shorts. “This says if we use rubbing alcohol to clean the area first instead of just like, a damp cloth or something, that should work. It also says a hot glue gun will help it stick better.”

Chris put his hand on my head, thumbing my soft baby hairs that would never stay put - his way of saying ‘thank you’. “Do we even have a hot glue gun?”

“No idea,” I murmured as I leaned against his leg.

“Time to find out!” He scrambled over me, stepping on my arm and almost tea-bagging me. 

“You fuck,” I said, smacking him on the arm as he ran out of the room giggling. 

“Hey do we have rubbing alcohol and a hot glue gun?”

Matt startled and shook his head, leaning over the sink. “Jesus, you scared the fuck outta me,” he huffed. “Alcohol, yes, in your bathroom, glue gun, no.”

“Well shit. ‘Preciate it,” Chris said, patting him on the back and turning for the stairs.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“She okay?”

Chris’s brows knitted together. “Whaddaya mean?” “She just seems kinda stressed, ‘s all,” Matt said. “Somethin’ else on the mind.”

“She’s good as far as I know.”

“K. Come up behind me like that again, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

“Whatever,” Chris responded, grinning his way back downstairs.

“There’s rubbing alcohol in my bathroom.”

I scrunched my face. “Since when?”

“No idea. Can you get one of my t-shirts, we’ll use that for the cleaning thingy.”

“Yeah,” I said, unwrapping myself from his blankets and stepping lazily toward his closet. Chris was already down one shirt due to the fact that I’d ripped my going out top just as we got home earlier. The “kickback” at Tara’s felt more like a rager and I considered it a miracle no one ended up naked. While digging around for something for me to wear, Chris had found the unopened bag of glow-in-the-dark stars, and the rest was history. 

I tugged on the faded tee now, bunching the front end up in my hands as I rifled around to the back of his closet. It all smelled like him, piney with a hint of spice that makes your nose feel cold and tingly. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms. “You don’t care about this one do you?” I said quickly, trying to move on.

He turned and shook his head, dark, soft curls falling around his eyes. “Toss it.” In my defense, I did my best. It’s not my fault the damn thing got flung halfway back to the door when he smacked it out of the air instead of catching it, and I told him so with a huff. “Sure, sure, blame me,” Chris said, grinning. 

“I will,” I replied, bending over to pick it up.

Chris felt his chest cave in. There she was, baby hairs falling awry, his massively oversized crewneck slipping halfway off her shoulders, body lit up by the soft light from his screensaver. His knees buckled, and he stepped out to steady himself on the plush bed. She noticed - of course she did - and tilted her head. “You good there, hotrod?” Her smile was slightly uneven, like it always had been before, and Chris wanted to kiss it very badly for the rest of his life and probably after that as well.

“I’m fantastic,” he said, blinking the thoughts away from his mind.

“Okay,” I laughed, throwing the offending shirt back at him. “I’ll go get the rubbing alcohol and then can we please watch your damn show?”

“So rowdy. Yeah, hurry up.”

I shook my head and walked out of his room, turning the small corner into his bathroom and flicking on the light. My toothbrush rested on his counter. He only hung up his towels because he knew I would try to do it my way, and he hated my way. I looked at myself in the mirror. 

A moment passed, filled of my own wonderings about what Chris saw when he looked at me. Was it me - the way I looked, my individual features, did they jump out at him? Some were impossible to miss…they sure did jump out at me. Or did his brain focus on other things? Did he even care how I looked, when my physical characteristics stacked up to the years of friendship we’d already put behind us, the late nights, early mornings, the adventures, the bad times…I pulled the rubbing alcohol out from under his sink before I forgot and opened up my phone. Swiping out of the “how to stick glow stars to plaster” search tab, I went to our messages.

iMessage chat with Orange Juice:

taras got a thing tonight u wanna go

You:

duh what’s the vibes?

Orange Juice:

i think just whatever im not putting on anything fancy

You:

you’re so boring.

Orange Juice:

shut up

im glad youre coming

You:

please use apostrophes, just once i’m actually begging.

Orange Juice:

thou can suck my confetti covered cock about it actually

You:

oh! taking a screenshot and sending it to mary lou

Orange Juice:

okay wait 

You:

no :D get fucked, mister magic penis

Orange Juice: im glad youre coming

↪ me too. missed u tons

Orange Juice:

same

you wanna talk about canes

You:

we can, are you still feeling weird about things?

Orange Juice:

no i just wanna talk like that more with you 

you’r advice was really good

You:

that’s not how you use an apostrophe christopher 

Then they all arrived to pick me up for Tara’s, Chris hugged me, and we said nothing more about it. Chris. I should get this back to him. Reaching for the light, I looked for the rubbing alcohol, felt the switch with my other hand, grabbed the bottle, and flipped the lights off without looking. So it came as a terrifying surprise when I ran smack into Chris’s chest. “FUCKSHITPISSIMGONNAKILLYOU,” I nearly shouted at him, letting my hands rest on his chuckling chest, panting with the overwhelming surge of adrenaline.

“‘Fuck’, ‘shit’, and ‘piss’?” he snickered, covering my hands with his own. “That’s insane.”

I stalked past him into his room, tossing the bottle behind my shoulder - he would catch it or he wouldn’t and then I would know karma was on my side. “I don’t wanna discuss it.”

“Okay then,” Chris said, still laughing as he poured the awful-smelling stuff onto his ancient shirt, balled it up, and began to scrub his ceiling. “What took you so long in there?”

I did not want to answer him. “You’re doing it wrong,” I huffed. I climbed up onto the bed with him, reaching up to take his makeshift rag.

Chris’s mouth slid into a sly smile, and he raised it farther above my head than I could reach. “Am I?”

I stepped closer to him, pressed against his chest like I’d been before. Showing him my best doe-eyes, I whined, “Give it, Chris, please.”

His tongue swiped over his lips, both of which now hung open. Chris looked down at me and I looked up at him. The height difference was slight, but now the mere inches felt incredibly important in the moment’s silence. “What?” I whispered, barely more than a breath.

Jesus Christ, girlie, Chris groaned inwardly. She just looked so cute, and she had always been so sweet to him, and she took him to Cane’s and listened to his mostly-incoherent stream of consciousness, and she loved his brothers and she helped him hang up glow stars and she might actually be the most perfect person he’d ever met.

“Chris?” her voice, though soft, held him in a painful vice grip. “What’s wrong?”

He loosed a breath, lowering his hand and letting his arms settle around her, gathering at the small of her back. Chris pressed his lips against her forehead, resting his against it when her wrists crossed behind his neck. 

“Nothin’s wrong,” he murmured, a humored smile making its way across his face. He heard his voice change with the mounting anxiety in his chest. “Jus’ like bein’ with ya, ‘s all.”

My stomach fluttered at his words. “I like being with you too, bubs.” An idea sparked in my brain, and before any of my self-preservation instincts could kick in, I dropped my hands from his neck and dug them under his arms, tickling mercilessly. Chris’s eyes lit up in a flash, cowing his back to get away from me while simultaneously making a beeline for my ribs to lay waste to them in a similar fashion. 

“You little fucker!” he cackled, dancing around on the bed to avoid my hands.

“AKSPBTH, GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY!” I was shrieking with glee as we tumbled in a writhing heap on his pillows, gasping for breath while he continued his unhindered attack on my body. “ChrisChrisChrisChris-” I panted, making ultimately futile attempts to wriggle out from  under him, “Please, truce, truce, I’m begging-”

Laughing still, he sat back on his knees, arms still on either side of me. Chris’s hair fell so messy above me, his chain dangling just above my nose. I gave him a downturned smile. 

“Pinned ya,” he huffed triumphantly.

I lightly smacked his chest with a daring snort of derision. “Like you’d do anything about it.”

“Shut up.” Chris, still smiling that heart-wrenchingly adorable smile of his, lowered his head until our noses touched. “Hi.” He blinked his big blue eyes comically at me.

“Hey,” I replied softly, another laugh lilting quietly from my throat. I found myself enjoying this moment very much.

Chris tilted his head, hair swinging with him. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”

I giggled. “Nothin’.”

He huffed, scrunching his nose and rubbing it against mine, his chain slipping over my chin, and I couldn’t help but laugh again. He tended to bring that out of me. My arms reached up to wrap around his back. “Come here,” I whispered, and as he lowered his chest to mine, I felt his arms slip up around my head. I nuzzled into his neck and held him. 

We lay like that for a while, the pressure on my body soothing me, his scent engulfing me. I could get used to this.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I wanna talk about our conversation.”

“From the other night?”

“Mhm.”

“We can. Do you wanna sit up?”

“No,” he grumbled, doing it anyway. 

“Poor baby,” I teased, “Your life is so very hard.” My heart felt full. Something was changing. I could sense it somehow.

Chris blushed at my words, shaking his head and hiding his gaze. He settled back against his headboard to the right side of me while I tugged a blanket up to my shoulders. “You cold?” he asked, but I shook my head. 

“‘S just soft, that’s all. What do you wanna talk about?” I asked, tucking my arm under his.

Chris squeezed it and took a deep breath. “I said I wasn’t sure how I loved you. And we talked about how we don’t have much romantic love experience.”

“Mhm.” I waited for him to continue.

“And I just…” Chris laid his head on mine. “I…feel something…for you. But I don’t think it’s fair to even tell you that because I really don’t know if it’s anything more than that friend-type of love.” The sigh he let out was shaky. I stayed stock-still, unsure of what he was getting at and hoping to god my heart wasn’t about to be crushed. “And then I started thinkin’ about what you said about love…how it was like, a bunch of choices you make.” His right hand reached over, tentative and uncertain, touching the arm I’d tucked next to him ever so lightly. “And then you said a buncha’ stuff about my family but you didn’t say anythin’ about yourself.” He turned his head and looked down at me, his face dark in the soft light. 

Her eyes flicked up to meet his and Chris’s heart went into cardiac arrest. There was so much trust in her gaze, she might as well have opened her soul wide open for him to look at, and he wanted to drown himself in it. His lips parted in a disbelieving sigh - this girl, this woman, she’d been with him for so long, always patient, always willing to listen, she never pushed him but god did she challenge him, she made him laugh, she made him want to act better…he wanted to be a person she would be proud to know. Maybe even…maybe even someone she would want to call her boyfriend. “I care about you,” he said, his heart thumping with fear. “I don’t know if that's romantic love or not but...” he paused. God, he was so scared. “If you’ll let me…I wanna find out with you.” 

And there it was - the confession. Chris had metaphorically ripped his heart from its cage and handed it to her, and he was terrified over what she’d do with it. 

“Love…is waking up every day and choosing that person regardless of what the day is gonna throw at you.”

Her voice echoed in his head. Chris chose her. Even if she didn’t choose him back.

I exhaled slowly. My chest almost caved in from the weight of his words. “Chris…” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “You have…no idea…how long I’ve wanted to hear that.” I wanted to hug him, desperately, but I was afraid of breaking him. He looked so scared, scared of love, scared of messing up, scared of being less than expected or not enough…he looked so scared.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, unable to look away.

“Yeah,” I nodded, my hand moving up slowly, so slowly, to touch his cheek. Gingerly, I traced my knuckle down his stubble, and his sweet blue eyes closed at my touch. My own did their best to blink away tears, but ultimately failed.

Suddenly, the most unrelated thought occurred to me. “Chris,” I whispered, “Look at the stars.” He tilted his head up in awe at the glow stars that had stuck to the ceiling after all this time. Not a single planet loose, not a moon out of place. They covered the plaster with a hazy blue hue, casting gentle shadows down his neck. 

“Holy shit,” he said with a soft laugh. “They really did stay up there.”

It all felt like one big giant metaphor to me, but maybe that interpretation was a bit on-the-nose. I elected to keep it to myself. I smiled at him, hoping I didn’t look disastrous with those damn tear tracks down my cheeks.

“Heyyy, hey…” Chris murmured, holding my face with both hands and thumbing the product of my overwhelming emotions away, “I got you. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“Neither am I,” I promised. I kissed his palm on impulse, eyes darting up to his. Is this okay?

Of course it is.

I continued my ministrations, taking his wrist in hand and kissing up to the tips of his fingers, curling them down to move up his knuckles until I reached the back of his hand. He let me, a curious expression on his face. With my final kiss, I made direct eye-contact with him. He breathed out and let his hand fall, his thumb catching softly on my bottom lip, the rest of his fingers fitting neatly under my chin.

“Please let me kiss you,” he whispered, his brows furrowed, his eyelids heavy, his gaze addicted to my lip, the bottom of which sprung plushly back into place when his thumb let go of it. He looked like a man starved.

I slid my fingers into the soft, loose curls at the back of his neck and tilted my head, letting his lips press so sweetly against mine. My stomach tingled, butterflies fluttering to life in my chest. Chris’s hands slipped up my back, hugging me into him, his nose pressing against my cheek as he kissed me again and again, slowly, patiently. His breath filled my mouth, and mine his. I probably exhaled a bit of my soul too. The thought made me smile and he murmured against my skin. “What is it, pretty girl?” He kissed the edges of my smile, nosing my blushed face, relishing the closeness now allowed to him. 

“I just like you,” I said shyly. 

He grinned, making a fist and yanking his elbow back to his side. “Yesssss.”

I erupted into giggles and he just watched me contentedly.

Pulling away for the briefest of moments to adjust my knees, I looked up to see Chris, looking like he’d been shot. “Come back…I wasn’t done,” he grumbled.

“You’re so whiny,” I teased, holding his cheeks in my hands. 

He smiled impishly. “I jus’ like ya.”

“You like sitting here with me?” I asked, stroking the shell of his ear, drowning in his eyes like he was in mine.

“I like sitting here with you,” Chris confirmed, his voice gentle and low. “I want ya’ to be my girl.”

“Well, I want you to be my boy,” I huffed, grinning. “What about that?”

“I think I’ll live,” he replied, tilting his head to kiss me again.

The end.

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[takecareluv]

hi hi, can you do something with vin where he’s just have a bad few days and he wakes up on day and is just clingy and soft spoken with reader all day, and reader is like ???? you’re kind of annoying me but more so freaking me out wtf is wrong with you???? and just something that ends super fluffy. i feel like i always see the guy take care of the reader when they’re sad or stressed but never the other way around and i think it could be cute

cuddle day || vinnie hacker x reader

vinnie had been having a rough few days. first, he was getting over a bad head cold that kept him from attending not one, but two events he had been looking forward to for several months. and now he just received word that something had gone wrong in the production of his upcoming collection for purgatory, and the release would have to be pushed back another six weeks.

to say vinnie wasn't in the best mood would be an understatement. 

but one thing he would never do is take that out on you. in fact, you were his saving grace during times like these.

it was common knowledge that you and vinnie were an extremely affectionate couple, it was just how you showed your love for each other; but when one of you was feeling down or unwell, that affection grew to a whole other level. some saw it to be a little too clingy, but neither of you minded. all it meant was some extra cuddles and taking care of the love of your life, and how could you say no to that?

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏˚♡˚﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

 you had woken up a little earlier than usual on this particular morning, wanting to get a head start on the long list of things you had been putting off and desperately needed to get done. 

you expected to have an extremely productive day, that is until you felt vinnie’s strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his body so you were trapped by his warmth, unable to get out bed and begin getting ready for the day like you originally intended. “stay, please.” he mumbled into his pillow, not even bothering to open his eyes, probably still half asleep. and how could you say no to your adorable boyfriend and his raspy morning voice a total weakness of yours when he was begging you to stay and cuddle. 

your to-do list could wait. 

you leaned into his touch, wrapping yourself back under the covers, although you didn’t much need it from the way vinnie was like a human radiator, keeping you warm and cozy almost always.

“you okay, bub?” you hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before nuzzling your head into his neck.

“just need you today. stay with me please,” he faintly whispered.

“of course, baby. i’m not going anywhere, promise.” you cooed, your hands instinctively running through his curls knowing that always soothed him. “you wanna talk about it?” you asked gently, not wanting to press him.

he shook his head in response, “just want to cuddle.”

“okay, love. we can cuddle all day if that’s what you want. i’m here.” you felt his body further relax at your words. you realized he probably just needed a distraction from all the craziness going on from the last week, or more so last year, of his life.

you grabbed your phone from the bedside table, placing an order at one of vinnie’s favorite breakfast spots, getting his usual burrito and yourself a bagel. once the order was confirmed, you turned your phone to silent, wanting to devote all your attention to your sweet boy today.

knowing your boyfriend like the back of your hand, you knew exactly what he needed on a day like this.

cuddles, check.

his favorite foods, check. you even made a mental note to make a batch of your famous homemade chocolate chip cookies he adored so much, that is when he lets you out of his hold.

next thing he needed was an anime to watch; that was something that never failed to comfort him on his worst days. especially ones he particularly loved as a child. you quickly flipped on the tv, opening up netflix, and searching for his current favorite show. that’ll surely keep his mind distracted, you thought to yourself. 

and the last thing he always needed on a day like this: family.

there was no doubt about it that vinnie was in fact a momma’s boy, and with that being said, you made sure to send a short message to maria letting her know how vin was feeling and that he might need a call from his beloved mother later that day.

she was quick to respond with a simple praise, thanking you for letting her know and always being so caring towards her eldest son. i’m so happy he has found someone who loves him as much as i do. thank you for being there for him when i can’t. 

you smiled after reading the text, sending her a few hearts before turning your attention back to the ever so clingy boy next to you. “i love you so much, vin. i’ll always be here for you.” 

you watched as he titled his head up to face yours, a small smile spread across his lips. “i love you too. thank you for everything.” he quietly responded, placing a soft kiss on the top of your shoulder before cuddling closer to you. neither of you moving for the remainder of the day. 

[writeriguess]

Hello! I was watching the movie Journey to Bethlehem on Netflix (highly recommend it’s a good watch even if you aren’t religious but a fan of musicals) and then this songfic prompt crash landed into my brain. For a Five x Reader

The reader is a member of the Sparrow Academy who all hate her (except for Sloane and Marcus) and after the Umbrellas show up her siblings get the idea of putting her in an Arranged Marriage TO FIVE (my head canon is that Y/N is actually the same age as everyone but is permanently stuck in the body of her 14 year old self after her pituitary gland was rendered dormant after she had brain cancer but is now cancer free) with Sloane only pitching in because she wanted to Keep Y/N in the family.

the reader is obviously dismayed by this especially after Ben reminds her that because of her disability she will "never be a real woman"

Five is equally dismayed for the same reasons and that his siblings are only complying with the fear of them saying no would ruin the new Sparrow and Umbrella truce (Luther mainly with the fear of Sloane forcing him to sleep on the couch).

so the two end up meeting after running away from the dreaded where they have a heart to heart and end up singing the song "Can We Make This Work?" from the movie

after singing the song the ending is left open but heavily implied they do learn to love each other and find happiness

You sat in the dimly lit corner of the Sparrow Academy library, your knees pulled to your chest as you tried to tune out the buzzing thoughts in your head. The past few days had been an overwhelming blur. The Umbrellas had shown up, chaos had ensued, and now, as if things couldn’t get worse, your siblings had decided on an arrangement that made your blood run cold: marrying you off to Five Hargreeves.

Your eyes burned, not just from the overwhelming stress of it all, but from the stinging words Ben had thrown at you earlier. “You’ll never be a real woman. Why would anyone want you, Y/N?” His sneer echoed in your mind, twisting deeper than any blade could.

You were used to being the odd one out in the Sparrow Academy. Marcus was kind in his stoic way, and Sloane, with her gentle spirit, had always been there to shield you. But the others—especially Ben—treated you like a burden. It wasn’t just your inability to age that made them uncomfortable; it was everything. The cancer that had stolen your childhood, freezing you in a body that would forever be fourteen, even though you were the same age as everyone else. The feeling of being constantly infantilized, misunderstood, and pitied. And now, to top it all off, you were being handed over to Five like some sort of truce sacrifice.

The door creaked open, and you instinctively wiped at your eyes. You weren’t sure who you expected, but when you looked up, you saw him—Five Hargreeves. He stood there awkwardly, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. It was strange seeing him this vulnerable, his usual confidence tempered with something akin to discomfort.

“Great,” you muttered, glancing away. “The groom-to-be.”

He didn’t respond immediately, just walked over and sat down beside you. There was a tense silence between the two of you, and the weight of it felt suffocating.

“You don’t want this either,” he finally said, his voice a low grumble. “Do you?”

You shook your head, biting your lip. “No. It’s... insane. All of it.”

Five sighed, leaning back against the bookshelf. “Believe me, I’m not thrilled about this. My siblings think it’s necessary for the truce, but... this is our lives we’re talking about. Not theirs.”

You glanced over at him, surprised by the gentleness in his tone. There was always something about Five—sharp and cold on the surface, but there was a depth to him you hadn’t expected to see. Maybe because, like you, he had been through more than most could understand.

“They don’t care about that,” you whispered, the bitterness creeping into your voice. “To them, I’m just... an inconvenience. And Ben—” You stopped yourself, the pain of his words still too fresh.

Five’s expression darkened. “Ben’s an ass. Don’t let him get to you.”

You huffed out a humorless laugh. “Easier said than done.”

Silence fell again, but this time it wasn’t as heavy. You could feel a strange sense of understanding between the two of you, an unspoken acknowledgment of how messed up your situation was.

“I overheard Marcus talking to your brother,” Five said after a moment. “They’re all in on it—well, except for Sloane. She just wants to keep you in the family.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course she does. She means well, but...”

“But she doesn’t realize what she’s asking of you.”

“Exactly.” You sighed, rubbing your temples. “It’s not just that I don’t want this. It’s that... I don’t think I can do this.”

Five turned to face you fully now, his brow furrowed. “Why not?”

“Look at me,” you said, gesturing to yourself. “I’m stuck like this. Forever. Ben’s right—who would want to marry someone who looks like a teenager for the rest of their life?”

Five frowned, shaking his head. “That’s not—no one should have to make you feel like that. Especially not him.”

You stared at the floor, your heart heavy. “It’s just... I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like enough.”

For a moment, Five said nothing, his gaze distant as if he was wrestling with something. Then, to your surprise, he reached out and took your hand, his grip firm but not overwhelming. “I get it,” he said quietly. “More than you think.”

You blinked, unsure of what he meant, but before you could ask, he stood up and extended his hand toward you, pulling you to your feet. “Come on. I want to show you something.”

He led you to a quiet corner of the Academy, a place you didn’t even know existed—a small, secluded garden, untouched by the chaos inside. The moment you stepped outside, you felt a strange sense of peace wash over you.

Five sat down on the stone bench, motioning for you to join him. “I... don’t know how this is supposed to work,” he said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “But maybe, just maybe, we can figure it out. Together.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, and for a second, you felt something stir—hope, perhaps. But it was fragile, like a flame struggling to stay lit in the wind.

“Do you really think we can make this work?” you asked, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Five’s eyes met yours, and in them, you saw the same doubt, the same fear. But there was something else, too—determination.

“Maybe,” he said, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Maybe when it hurts, we’ll be worth the pain.”

You couldn’t help but smile back, even as a tear slipped down your cheek. “I don’t know... it seems impossible.”

Five shrugged. “Most things worth having usually do.”

You both sat in silence for a while, watching the stars above, their faint twinkle a reminder that even in darkness, there could be light. And then, almost as if it had been building up inside you both, you started humming softly.

The melody floated in the air, and Five, to your surprise, joined in.

"Can we make this work? Even trying feels insane..."

You smiled through the tears, your voice growing stronger as the lyrics spilled out.

"Maybe when it hurts, We’ll be worth the pain..."

The two of you sang together, voices blending in the quiet night, the uncertainty still lingering, but something else blooming as well. Something fragile, but hopeful.

"Can we make this work? Can we make this work?"

As the song faded, you both sat there, letting the silence settle once more. The future was still unclear, still daunting, but somehow, it didn’t feel as terrifying as before.

And maybe, just maybe, you thought, it would be worth it after all.

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[simgaroop]

I think I am neurodivergent.

There is no official diganosis and at this stage in my life I probably won't look for one. But in recent years I've started to think I probably am one. I even thought about asking my therapist about this, just before she released me a couple years ago. But it just felt like I was making things up at the moment. Besides, it is pretty stupid for a mental health specialist to self-diagnose, so that's why I am not saying this with complete certainty.

Huh, this is one of those posts I should be writing in Spanish.

Anyway, why am I randomly posting this in my Sim blog? Well, because I am exhausted. I've spent the last two months carrying a huge figurative boulder on my shoulders and just pretending (or masking) non stop. If you met me in person, the most likely impression you would have of me is that I am a very calm, warm and sweet person, who has her shit together, is the voice of reason, a great listener, someone who is eager to come up with solutions to any problem. Someone who has control over her emotions, who likes "normal" everyday stuff. People look up to me and I am constantly been asked for support, both in my professional and personal life. I am so nice and adaptable, that I was able to practically live in a hospital for over 5 weeks, just leaving it to go to work.

However, deep inside I am a very anxious woman, who is triggered by thoughts of death, disease (of loved ones), doctors and hospitals. I need to have my time to be alone. I prefer (almost need) to sleep in a very dark room and listening to movie or videogame podcasts. I've always been into videogames and animated shows, and I tend to obsess about those topics. I used to write a lot of fanfiction and loved it, but have never told a soul because I am so embarrased by it. I prefer to be alone, I hate to make and answer phone calls and when I get a notification on Whatsapp I really need to take a moment to even read the message (and it is even worse if it's a voice message). I am socially awkward in situations that are not related to work. I used to stimm a lot when I was a child, and I still do it when I am stressed. I was a picky eater. I used to be the lonely child who preferred to be by herself and only made friends because my parents were worried. I do not watch series on Netflix, but I can browse Youtube for hours and watch Lets Plays and documentaries about shows. I've always wanted to share my nerd tendencies, but I can't, because I am a woman in her forties, and my family and social circle look down on that stuff. So I constantly pretend and only when I am alone at night I can browse and look at the stuff I like, which is honestly very innocent, but I feel like I have to hide it.

And these last weeks I have had to constantly hide myself in my "social" and "professional" self. And I am exhausted. I feel like my heart is heavy. And it is even affecting my work performance.

So I come to my nerdy spot on the Internet to vent. To the one place in which I can sort of be myself and hope like someone might read this and understand.

*Reads Post* Wow, this is why I mostly lurk. I sound like a 15 year old and my urge to pretend that everything is fine with me is screaming that I do not post this. 😥

[erosauriarts]

Avatar x BSD

Warning: It’s canon related violence similar to in show BSD.

Atsushi - The Avatar

I thought it would be fitting since Byakko is implied to be reincarnating????? Also the Netflix preview got me excited.

AU Premise

**None of the canon characters from ATLA or LOK are gonna be referenced UNLESS it’s to justify bending rules.**

Republic City exists, but it’s less western base, bc I didn’t like that lmfaooo (Basically Yokohama but as it was in the 1930-50s). White people???? Huh?? Ig they exist now??? 😨

Lore Plot:

Red Lotus killed the last avatar because they wanted to find the new one, for some enlightenment reasons (IDK radicals man). The hunt for the new one wanted to take and raise the new avatar to push their own agenda. The man that did it, passed down his legacy to Fyodor (water), and he was the one to find Atsushi. Atsushi was around 5-8 and was from the northern water tribe. Atsushi’s parent was the moon’s spirits guardians (funny ha ha bc his’s design in literally Yin and Yang to Aku). Fyodor takes Atsushi, and isolates him with the other spiritual believers. They raise him, misinforming him greatly over what being the avatar actually means. Though he has a pretty good connection to his bending, Fyodor being his water bending master. They located somewhere in the north-pole.

In this time, everyone is looking for the avatar, but in like that way where you are like “here kitty kitty pspspsp.” And they even have a bounty for him. Bring him back alive ofc! In this, Dazai (Air) and Yosano (Water) are adopted siblings from a young age from Mori (Fire). Dazai at 18 splits off and becomes a traveling nomad, bc he fucking felt like it. Yosano was 14 when Fukuzawa (Air) saved her. Mori would make Yosano blood-bend, and so when she got free, she swore to never blood-bend again. She now uses her bending, and became one of the best healers.

The Armed Detective Agency works similar to canon in this, but has a specialized duty to find the avatar and turn them over to the white lotus. It’s extremely hard to get into the ADA, and forces benders to really push themselves. (In a way higher than the police force) Dazai joins, and is basically the ADA’s lost cat that goes away and comes back with something either helpful or cursed.

Dazai got leads on Fyodor bc Atsushi accidently used the avatar state when he found some new (and/or) prob figured out what happened to his family. Dazai basically yoinks Atsushi from the isolated village, running back on all fours with the weretiger dangling from his mouth /j. Dazai shows up, drops the avatar off, then bounces. Even though Fyodor’s spiritual training and water-bending was severely indepth, Atsushi lacked alot of common sense. Atsushi’s abuse in this is more intense psychological punishment more then the physical one in canon. He’s.. alittle messed up, but besides the point. Regardless how much bad stuff he went through, he was genuinely sweet. The stress of the truth tho, threw him off balance, so he is hesitant to go into the avatar state.

Atsushi’s bending teachers / relationship

Water: Fyodor. Strictly mentor and caregiver. He sucked at caring for Atsushi’s needs, and only was interested in talking when Atsushi asked about spirtual connection and Philosophical debates. Spent most of his childhood till Dazai yoinks him at 18

Earth: Kunikida. He sucked at it originally, but Atsushi was so determine, he ends up asking for help to connect. Atsushi warms up to him, looking up to him for strength.

Air: Dazai. The third one, and he’s stressed. Dazai runs circles around Atsushi, causing so much mental strain. Atsushi gets frustrated, and nearly gave up, but Dazai manages to get a mutual understanding.

Fire: Kyouka. Though younger, Kyouka was the fastest firebender. She constantly beat Atsushi when the Port Mafia sent her out. (He gets saved by the ADA a lot lol)

Character Mentions

Ranpo: A none bender. Works with the Republic City police force, but spends most of his time with the ADA. He actively helps them get around the police.

Akutugawa: Earth Bender. He can bend metal, and is actually really scary (..er?)

Chuuya: I go back and forth between earth and fire. And I think earth bc of his boom boom, smash kapow moments in canon. I thought fire cause hehe red.

Nikolai: Air. He’s that one guy that does flips and is nearly impossible to get a hold off. Boys a slinky. He’s Fyodor’s right hand man… they even… KISS?

[yelenasdiary]

Hi

For the Flufftober would you like to write a Yelena Story where reader was having a bad day and comes home from work. And Yelena comforts reader and cuddle time with Fanny. 💖

Home of Love || Flufftober

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader 

Summary: Yelena cheers you up after coming home from a bad day at work with plenty of cuddles and snuggles from Fanny

Fluff | Slight Angst | 0.9K | No Warnings |  

Translations: idi syuda, lyubov' (come here, love)

AC: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I am a SUCKER for soft, fluff Yelena! Also, Netflix kept showing me the poster for the movie mentioned in this and I thought it was cute to include it, I hope you enjoy!! 

Flufftober Masterlist

Fanny perked up from the sofa when she heard you wiggle the keys in the front door. "Mommy is home!" Yelena teased the pup as she wagged her tail waiting to see you again. For her it felt like years since you left this morning for work while Yelena relaxed after only getting back from a mission a few days earlier. Yelena waited with a soft smile to greet you as you walked through the shared home but quickly dropped her smile when she saw the pouting frown on your lips. 

"Baby, what's wrong?" She walked over to you and wrapped you in her arms, your head resting on her chest hearing her heartbeat. "I had a terrible day at work" you said, "I just wanted to come home as quickly as I could" you added as tears started to fall. "Shh, it's okay, you're home now" Yelena placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, and you shook your head against her chest. 

Yelena held you tighter in her arms and rocked slightly left and right as you let your built-up emotions from a day at work out, one hand rubbed your back while she whispered sweet nothings that always made you feel better. "Fanny and I have been waiting for you anyways" Yelena smiled softly as you gently pulled away, "Is that so?" You looked at her as she wiped your tears, "Fanny said she wanted to watch a movie but I said we should wait till mom got home" she explained causing you to chuckle at her playful words, "And what would that movie be, Fanny?" You turned to the fur baby that was waiting patiently for her turn for cuddles and pats. 

"Scooby-Doo" Yelena said as if Fanny was speaking, you chuckled again as you gave the dog a nice stretch behind her ears and a kiss between her eyes, "are you guys that isn't just you wanting to watch live action movies of cartoons again?" You cocked a brow at Yelena. "What? No, never! I have no idea what you're talking about" she smirked playfully. 

Already the stress and issues from work for fading from your mind as you looked between the two things you loved the most, Yelena and the fur baby you shared with her, Fanny. "Well then, let me go take a shower and get into something more comfortable" you said as you kicked off your work shoes. "I'll get the snacks!" Yelena pulled you closer to her, "got em" she smirked once again. You laughed at her poorly made joke and kissed her tenderly. 

"You know there's more than one movie, right?" She smiled against your lips before pulling away. You cocked a brow at her once more, "Hey, it was Fanny's idea, not mine" she joked. Fanny barked at the mention of her name, "that's right girl, you tell mom how much you want to watch both movies" she adds while looking at Fanny. 

"I have two children at this point" you chuckled, "Go shower and then we can cuddle on the sofa with snacks" 

"I thought you already got them" you smirked, "that's for later when Fanny is asleep" Yelena winked playfully before you made your way to the bathroom. 

When you returned after a relaxing shower and slipping into one of Yelena's hoodies you saw she'd propped the sofa with a throw blanket, extra cushions, some of your favorite snacks on the coffee table and the movie ready to be played. Yelena came into the living room with a mug of hot chocolate for you and placed it on the coffee table before she got comfortable on the sofa. 

"idi syuda, lyubov'" she said with open arms, you didn't think twice about it and made yourself comfortable beside her, resting your head on her chest once again. She wrapped her arms around you and pressed play. "Fanny! Cuddle time" she called out and before you knew it the pup jumped onto the sofa and wiggled herself between Yelena's legs, resting her head on her knee and watched as the animated dog came up on the screen. 

"See, I told you, she wanted to watch it" Yelena whispered as the two of you took in the sight of the dog watching the tv, "you've trained her well" you replied with a soft smile, "Thank you for this baby" you added before looking up at her. 

"You deserve it, you work hard, and I don't like seeing you come home upset. You're too pretty for that" she replied and kissed your forehead. "You should tell my boss that" you joked. "Oh, I will. I'll tell the world how beautiful my sunshine is. She probably looks like an old hag, right?" 

"Your words, not mine" you chuckled and snuggled into her more as you pulled the throw blanket over the three of you. The rest of the evening you watched both Scooby-Doo movies and to your surprise, Fanny did sit for the entire time and watch both movies. Yelena however did fall asleep while tracing random shapes on your arm but you liked hearing her faint snores and the protective feeling of her arms around you.

It never mattered how bad or long your days at work were, you always got to come home to the warm love your little family gave you every single day.

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[iibonniee]

Day 5 | Lee Hoseok

Paring: Lee Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Rating: G

Word Count: 953

Prompt: Christmas Movie Marathon

Masterlist

Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicethot @xosunny @heaviihamonii

It was roughly 6:30 in the afternoon when Y/N walked through the door and was greeted with the smell of freshly made popcorn and an array of snacks on the coffee table. For a moment, she paused, trying to think of what made the occasion so special for such a feast for two people.

Turning her head only slightly to meet the home screen of a festive Netflix line-up, her eyes widened momentarily with surprise. Snuggled on the plush couch, Hoseok had set out their favorite fuzzy blankets, and softly glowing fairy lights twinkled from behind the TV set, casting a warm glow across the room, inviting a glow against the dimming evening light.

“You did all this?” Y/N asked, her voice laced with astonishment as she took in the cozy ambiance, her lips curling into an appreciative smile. Hearing the door close, Hoseok looked up, his face splitting into a dimple-showing grin.

“You texted me saying you had a stressful day. I thought this might help,” Hoseok explained, his voice soft but firm in its sincerity. He simply shrugged, the grin never leaving his face, and opened his arms in invitation.

Gently, he tugged her down to join him on the couch. Their hands instinctively sought out each other’s, the familiar intertwining of their fingers comforting her instantly. As they settled under the warmth of the neon-colored fuzzy blankets, the aroma of hot chocolate wafted from the side table, and the snowfall outside seemed less intimidating.

“So, what’s the plan for this grand feast?” Y/N questioned, her curiosity piqued.

Hoseok laughed light-heartedly, his eyes twinkling brightly under the fairy lights. His following words were barely a whisper as he leaned in closer, “A Christmas movie marathon - of the shitty sort,” he revealed with a chuckle, snuggling into their blankets, one hand reaching over to quickly press play on the remote. “I hope that sounds great.”

As the opening credits began to roll, Y/N could only laugh along, knowing full well that this would be an evening she definitely would not forget. Even though the prospect of watching questionable quality Christmas movies wasn’t exactly appealing, she already felt the tension from her workday ebbing away, replaced by a sense of comfort and warmth. In the end, she knew it was less about the movies and more about the company and the atmosphere Hoseok had so thoughtfully created.

They nestled deeper into the blankets, Y/N’s head comfortably resting on Hoseok’s shoulder, her laugh muffled into the thick fabric as she caught a glimpse of the cheesy holiday films they were about to endure.

They began the marathon with a film whose plot revolved around a reindeer getting lost in New York City. Not even 15 minutes into the movie, and they were both chuckling at the ridiculous storyline. In between mouthfuls of popcorn, Y/N mockingly commented on the movie characters’ unrealistic reactions, resulting in spirited debates that had them both giggling uncontrollably.

Hoseok, feeling the playful tension, cheekily threw a popcorn kernel at the screen just as an actor made a hilariously dramatic declaration of love. They laughed so hard at this that their sides hurt. This playful banter became a pattern as they cycled through a series of films that were each more ludicrous than the last.

At one point, they came across a movie featuring a Santa who forgot it was Christmas Eve. Y/N jokingly said, “Now that’s a plot twist,” Hoseok, unable to control his mirth, sent a cascade of popcorn kernels toward the screen in response. Their laughter echoed in the warm atmosphere, a beautiful symphony of joy more captivating than any movie plot.

As they made their way through the stack of movies, their laughter sounded like music against the backdrop of the softly playing TV. Amidst the flickering fairy lights, this was their perfect sanctuary under the warm blankets as they let the cheesy films wash over them in a tide of shared amusement and pure contentment. And so, the evening wore on, with no sign of the cozy movie marathon ending anytime soon.

As they spent more time, they noticed how each movie seemed to have its own unique brand of cheesy charm. The plotlines were predictable, the dialogues hilariously cliché, and the characters uniformly over the top, but in their own way, these elements made the experience all the more fun. Because with every exaggerated plot twist and over-acted line, it was another opportunity for Y/N and Hoseok to jest, their banter flowing easily as they picked apart

The quirky universe of each film. As another implausible plot twist unfolded on the giant screen, Hoseok leaned over, whispering, “My theory is all these characters are secretly alien spies.” Y/N stifled a laugh, replying with a raised eyebrow, “And their mission is spreading the worst fashion trends in the universe?”

They found joy in the harmless ridicule, every shared laugh bringing warmth into the room. Their playful exchanges initially stemmed from a need to lighten the mood, but with every comment and shared smile came a sense that they were becoming something beyond friends. It was a silent evolution, subtle yet profound.

The last end credits began to roll. Hoseok turned to Y/N, his eyes seeking out hers in the dim light. He asked, uncertainty coloring his voice, “Did it make your day any better?”

Y/N glanced at him, a small, still somewhat sad, yet noticeably happier smile gracing her lips. “Yes,” she replied, her voice steady. “It did.”

Hoseok paid close attention to her smile, a smile soon flicking on his face once he realized hers was genuine. He nodded, pulling her into a soft and loving kiss.

“One more movie?”

“Yes, one more movie!”

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 16)

Chapter 16 - 110%

CONTENT WARNING: MATURE CONTENT/SMUT. MINORS DNI. Seriously, scram. And if you don't like rpf, this story isn't for you. Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya.

Dinner wasn’t until 6:00 and to be perfectly honest, after the events that had just unfolded, you weren’t really in the mood to do much of anything for the day. It sucked that Drew could ruin your mood so easily, but Joe understood and was perfectly fine with spending a day on the couch, especially because he knew it was going to be stressful for you in itself to introduce him to your family later.

“It’s alright, love,” he said as he hugged you, rubbing circles on your back. “We can have a nice cuddle and binge watch your favorite show with some snacks.”

“What if I told you my favorite show was Stranger Things?” you said with a giggle. Joe smirked at you, knowing you were joking about him having to watch his own show, which he didn’t do often because it just felt weird for him. “For your sake, I will settle for second favorite.”

“And that would be?” he asked, brushing your hair behind your ear soothingly as he looked down at you with glistening eyes. Even just the way he looked at you made you weak in the knees.

“Supernatural.”

“Ah, alright. I’ve heard of that, but I haven’t seen it.”

You’ve never watched Supernatural?! God, Joe, you don’t know what you’ve missed.”

“Well, start it up then, darling,” he chuckled.  “I will grab some snacks.”

You made yourself comfortable on the couch with your favorite blanket and got into Netflix on the smart TV as Joe dug through the pantry for munchies. As you pulled up Supernatural, Joe returned with a bowl of cheese puffs and two glasses of iced tea, one for each of you.

“Thank you,” you said as he handed your glass to you and sat next to you. He pulled you into his side and rested his arm around you, pulling the blanket over to cover both of you. You rested your head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest, sighing in relaxation and briefly shutting your eyes. You wanted to really feel the comfort for a moment, absorb it with no other senses getting in the way.

“You alright, love?” He asked. He had noticed your eyes being closed. You opened them and looked up at him, meeting his concerned face.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just taking this all in.” Your lips formed into a small smile to reassure him. He smiled back, rubbing the side of your arm with his thumb. “It’s just nice to have someone here again, someone that makes me feel at ease, even just by sitting here with me. I can finally start associating warm memories with this house.”

“I’m so glad for that, darling, and so humbled to be that person for you. That’s so amazing of you to say.” He leaned down and kissed you softly, flushing you with more warmth. You were finally starting to feel at home in your own home again, and it was mainly because Joe’s arms were becoming that place for you, too. You pulled away slowly with a smile, resting your hand on top of his.

“Okay, so, I feel it’s best you start from the beginning and not where I left off. So you don’t miss things.”

“Sounds perfectly reasonable to me, darling. But are you sure you want to start it over and have to watch it again?”

You laughed.

“Joe, honey. I’ve watched it all the way through 3 times.”

He gave you a surprised smile, almost in disbelief.

“3 times?! Love, you know there’s other things to watch on here,” he joked.

“Yeah, I know,” you giggled. “It’s my comfort show.”

“Alright, well, fire away,” he said with a chuckle, handing you the remote.

You pressed play on the first episode and settled in closer to Joe, who was more than happy to hug you a little tighter.

A few hours later, Joe picked up the remote to turn the TV off at the end of an episode.

“So it was a demon that made the planes crash then?” He asked.

“Yep,” you responded, readjusting yourself on the couch since it had been a while since you’d moved.

“Interesting,” Joe hummed, pushing the reclining footrest on his side of the couch down with his legs and standing up.

“It gets better. There’s a reason it was on for fifteen seasons,” you chuckle at Joe’s reservations that weren’t as subtle as he was hoping.

“It’s good so far,” he reassured you as he cleaned up the snacks that were left on the end table. “And if it means more cuddles and binge watching with you, I’m all for it.”

You smiled and pecked his lips.

“Good. Well, it’s 4:30. I should get showered and ready for dinner.”

Joe took the snack bowls and cups to the kitchen and placed them in the dishwasher. You followed him, making your way through the kitchen to head upstairs. Joe stopped you, pulling you in by your waist.

“Hey, you feeling better?” He asked in reference to the incident earlier in the day, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You placed your hand over his that he had positioned on your face and smiled, turning your head into his hand, and placing a kiss on his palm.

“Much better, thank you.” You pulled away and started heading towards the stairs, turning back and looking over your shoulder at him with a smirk. “But not 100%. May need a little help with that.”

Joe’s face morphed into a big devilish smile. He had caught your drift. He ran up behind you, wrapping his arms around the front of you and burying his head into your neck, lightly kissing and biting. You giggled, leading him to the stairs as if he was glued to you. He only let go so you could run up them, him following closely behind and giving your ass a playful smack. You threw the bathroom door open, the two of you lip locked and running hands all over each other. You stepped out of your clothes and let them fall to the floor. Joe did the same with his sweatpants and boxers. He lifted you up and sat you on the sink, hands roaming everywhere, leaving nowhere on your body untouched as his tongue explored your mouth. He pulled away long enough to ask a question.

“What percent are you at now?” he chuckled. You moved your eyes up and pursed your lips, pretending to think wisely for your answer.

“Hmmmm. 60,” you joked. That answer just wasn’t good enough for Joe. You knew it. He knew it. You wanted him to know it.

“Looks like I’ve got some work to do,” he smirked, lifting you up so you were straddling him and carrying you into the shower. You giggled and squealed as the water hit you, but you went from feeling light and ornery to turned on like the flip of a switch when he pinned your back against the shower wall and started his work on your neck.

“Mmmm, y-you sure aren’t w-wasting any t-time,” you stuttered through breathy moans, your core heating up from Joe’s touch. He smirked against your neck.

“I want my girl to be cheered up as fast as possible. It’s only just,” he muttered between kisses. It didn’t take long for you to feel Joe’s member bumping against your thighs. You reached down between you and started touching him, earning a deep growl against your neck. “I’m supposed to be making you feel good, but you’re being rotten,” Joe mumbled in your ear with a breathy laugh.

“Who said you couldn’t feel good, too?” you responded, almost in a whisper, pulling him in for another sloppy kiss as you continued to touch him. He put you down, and you pouted from the lack of touch for a second, until you were taken aback by being spun around and your front pinned to the shower wall. You felt Joe lean against your back until his lips were at your ear, his hot breath heating you up more than the shower steam ever could.

“You’re so bad, darling. So fucking bad,” he whispered, running his fingertips down your waist, making you shiver. He bent your hips a bit and pushed his hips against your ass so you could feel his hard member touching you. “You feel that, what you do to me?”

“Mmmm,” you moaned seductively, biting your lip as you looked back at him over your shoulder to tease him. “I could feel it more inside me.”

Joe’s eyes darkened as he comprehended your words. He took that as a challenge. He put his palm in the middle of your back to bend you over, gripped onto your hair, and slammed himself into you from behind in a matter of seconds. You wished you could say it was without warning, but it was exactly what you wanted him to do. You knew how to get him riled up, and he knew that very well. He rutted into you roughly, one hand gripping your hair, the other holding onto your hip to keep you steady, grunting a few times through his heavy breathing.

“Uhh, so good, baby. So tight,” he said through winded breaths and groans. You were releasing noises of your own, letting him know without words that he was making you feel good. “Mmm, never knew you liked it rough, darling,” he said, slamming deep into you one last time before you stood up and turned around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer against you.

“Oh, I love it rough,” you teased with a lip bite. “Please, baby. Rail me.”

Joe smirked. He didn’t have to be told twice. He gripped one of your legs under your thigh and lifted it up, lining up to go back inside you at a new angle, one you liked much better so you could be closer to him – face to face. He pulled in for a rough, wet kiss as he slid himself back inside you. You moaned in his mouth at the fullness as his tongue explored yours. You felt him hitting places inside you he wasn’t before. This position was helping him find spots that made your head spin and your legs go weak. “Mmm, o-oh,” you moaned at the newfound pleasure. “Fuck, uhh, right there, just like that. That’s 99%.” Joe smiled devilishly, proud of himself for making you fall apart right in front of him. You continued groaning and grinding against him, the pleasure increasing rapidly. Your climax was fast approaching. Joe kept his pace as he could tell. You could hear his breathing getting heavier and his grunts getting louder, indicating that his high was on its way as well.

“Do it, babe. Come for me. I’m there, o-oh fuck.” Joe knew his words had just as much power over you as his movements did, and he was trying to hold on for you. As if on command, you finished with the loudest moan you had let out. Your head fell back, feeling like it was in the clouds. The noise you had released sent Joe over the edge. The two of you grasped onto each other, continuing your rhythm to desperately keep your highs going for as long as possible as you groaned in pleasure. As the sensation died down, the two of you slowed and Joe pulled out, releasing your leg, and pulling you in for a passionate kiss. You pulled away and put your forehead against his. “So, what’s the final verdict?” Joe asked eagerly, ready to hear how much better you felt.

“Mmm,” you hummed, looking up into his eyes lovingly and stroking his cheek with your thumb. “110%.”

Joe smiled sweetly at you, his eyes shining with pride, and pulled you in for another kiss.

Story Master List

[kawaii-harrys]

Seven Chapters

Summary: Elena Whitman, a bright young woman. Harry Styles, a bright young man. They cross paths but where do they end up? Rivalry? Friendship? What does the future hold?

Word count: 2.1k+

Prologue

It had been a sunny, long, bright day where Elena was sat in her business management classes taking notes of things she didn't even understand.

For starters, she didn't even like anything about the economy and budget and balance sheets. If anything she found it terrible and boring. She lazily looked at Louis who was busy scribbling down notes that she was sure she will be borrowing in the latter half of the day.

She didn't even know why she was doing this.

She just had to carry on the company that her great grandfather had established.

The Whitman Enterprises.

As posh as it sounds, the success and the money never really attracted Elena. But, as much as she hated to admit it, her younger brother had no interest in it either and had admitted it to their parents already and so he was somewhere out of the country pursuing medical studies or something like that. So, somehow all the responsibility fell on her shoulders. It wasn't difficult to approve of his choice because they had another, older and mature kid to dump their hierarchy to.

But, nobody really know about her interests. Her parents hadn't wanted to leak weaknesses to the rivals, and that's the only thing that she had learnt from her parents.

If you show yourself, raw and pure, the world is going to take benefits of you.

"You are going to fall back if you don't keep up, you know", Louis spoke from her side and she looked at him. He was like an ally. He wasn't always looking for ways to bring her down. While most of the girls in the class actually didn't fantasize the idea of her reaching the heights, Louis often stood beside her. He would often express how he was happy for her, but she assumed it was because he was taking pity on her and didn't want her to feel bad.

"I can only rely on your notes after class", she said rolling her eyes.

He shook his head in nothing but amusement. "I am still wondering how you manage to get an A+ every time", he smiled as he said so.

"Because I study and prepare a month before the exams actually start", she said as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Right", he rolled his eyes as he remembered all the times she would call him in stress and frustration and he would have to teach her everything and provide her with the flashcards and pop quizzes to help her understand and remember each word and vomit it out on the paper. She managed to get an A+ all the time. Her parents were pleased.

More like, her father was pleased.

Her mom and dad had divorced when she was still thirteen, waiting for her birthday gift. Instead of a surprise party and wishes from family and friends, she was welcomed with her parents fighting and finally divorcing each other. Her mother took custody of Niall, her younger brother and she was left with her dad. A part of her was angry why her mom had chosen Niall over her; but she felt guilty for thinking about abandoning dad. Two or three years later, her dad was engaged to another lady with a son, Liam. Liam was still around her age, and around meant he was two years older to her.

She wasn't even asked about it. And she didn't even know about it until it was on tabloids and news. She had found out about it in not an so private manner and she wasn't able to contact her father about it for he was out in Jamaica looking out for the new project.

Somehow, she had managed to keep it all to herself, not really talking about it to anyone else. Liam was a sweet brother. He had managed to make out her favorite color and food somehow, and treated her to it. When she had her first breakup at the age of 17, he had helped her overcome it, staying by her side, helping her to tubs of chocolate ice cream and watching Netflix. He had even gone to the extents of hugging her and whispering in her ears that she was enough and if anyone didn't have the eyes for it, they were blind. He even proposed that he could go around and beat her ex's ass with a few of his friends who were always looking for action to which she had obviously nodded in a 'no' while she giggled. He had taken care of her delicately.

Liam was now out in New York, studying cinematography, something he had admitted to be interested in since he was a kid.

That left her. If she hadn't been so indecisive and just had thought about what she wanted to do, she would probably be able to free herself from this hell.

But then again, what could even heaven possibly bring for her?

"You okay? You look out of it", Louis asked noticing the nine o'clock on her face.

"Yeah. I am fine", she said back, not looking back at him, but looking straight ahead at the bald man who discussed strategies.

"You know you always say fine when you aren't", he said, typing the words of the professor on his laptop.

"If I don't say you what's wrong would you know anyways?", she asked back still not looking at him but drawing circles on the top of the notebook.

He sighed out in disappointment. He had known for a fact that Elena always struggled with talking out how she felt at a certain instant; she struggled with naming the feels and chills; she struggled with talking about her life; and she most certainly didn't know how to recognize her pain.

In short, she was an expert in invalidating her emotions and numbing what she felt.

He knew she assumed that she could do just fine if she was alone, but without a support system she would crumble apart. And probably that's why he decided to support her; stay beside her.

She was already struggling with gripping what wasn't for her.

"I would appreciate it if you talked to me instead of bringing yourself down in your head though", he said quietly but she heard it.

Something tugged in her heart and she had goosebumps all over. She wasn't bringing herself down. She was just wondering what could have happened if she had been the first one to talk to her father about her interests. She shook her head in order to get those thoughts out of her head. She couldn't act selfish and think of putting Niall or Liam through it all when they clearly didn't want to.

She was stuck.

"I am not bringing myself down. I was just wondering...things", she said, not really giving out what she was thinking about. She didn't want pity or sympathy from people who were close to her, like Louis.

"Sure", he rolled his eyes as he slumped back on his seat, tugging his shirt down a bit and stretching his arms out.

"Its nothing bothering", she said again, this time to convince herself as well as the man beside her.

"Uh-huh", he said, still looking straight at the bald professor, tapping his fingers on the bottom of his laptop.

"I was just wondering if things would have been different if I beat Niall and Liam to it and talked to my dad of my interests", she sighed giving up just because she didn't want Louis to give her the silent treatment.

"What are your interests then?", he asked, still calm.

She met Louis on the first day when she was lost in the building, and they kind of clung together since then. "Nothing special", she said shrugging her shoulders.

"You like it, of course it is special", he said back in a low, disappointed voice.

"Its nothing really. You asked what I was thinking about, I said that", she sighed throwing her head back.

"So, you just don't like business?", he asked her, looking at her now.

She didn't say anything but stared ahead, sighing out.

She was afraid if he would use it against her somehow, although she knew it wouldn't happen. She sighed out again. "You can say that", she said folding her hands behind her head.

After a few minutes, as the bell rang, both of them stood up, pushed the chair back forcefully, and walked out the back gate hurriedly. "You have done Rockerfeller's assignment, right?", he asked her as both of them hurried down the hall to the next class. "Yep, you reminded me two weeks ago", she said.

The thing was, she had great memory power, that came out only when applied to things that she liked. And probably she liked statistics more than any other subject she was taking up.

"At least you did one thing right", he rolled his eyes running up in front of her, walking ahead of her when her eyes looked down on the floor.

"It's not just that; I am doing so many things right", she said, looking down yet, but mostly to herself.

"You said anything?", he asked looking back at her.

"Probably", she shrugged her shoulders as she looked forward and walked in front of him, pushing him in the process.

And in haste, her head met the brick hard body of a man which resulted her in a crash down the floor. She managed to rub her head as she looked up at the person who was already busy collecting up the papers fallen down.

"I am sorry", she muttered.

"As you should be", he scoffed and she looked at the mess of curly mop of hair. Couldn't he say that he was sorry too? Doesn't he know basic civil behavior? Louis came to sit beside her and helped her with her bag.

"Excuse me? What is with that attitude?", she asked, looking at him.

"You weren't looking. You crashed into me. You made all the papers I was holding fall down. So, I don't think I should be the one to say sorry", he said and she could admit that it was her fault but she didn't need an assurance. He could have just said that it was okay?

She was seething with anger when Louis held her bag and hand and pulled her aside.

"Louis, what the fuck are you doing? Why did you pull me away?", she asked, astounded to what her friend had just done.

"Saving you from trouble. That man, right there, is Harry Styles; heir to Styles Corporations; the sole rival to the company you are going to inherit. You don't want him to have a gist of who you are, do you?", he asked. And she didn't have the heart to say that Louis was wrong. She wasn't afraid of the young man. Not a bit; but the fact was, she knew she had to protect herself from people who hated her; and considering the age old rivalry of Whitman Enterprises and Styles Corporations, he is going to hate her even before he got to know her, because of the positions they were bound to; and he had an awful aura to him along with the awful attitude.

"Thanks", she muttered lowly as she walked away with him to which he just gave a small smile to her. "Well, the rivalry between Styles Corporations and Whitman Enterprises is age old and well known. Didn't you know that man right there?", he asked, with curiosity. She shrugged her shoulders in oblivion. "Not really cared to research people who weren't of any use to me", she said.

Louis chuckled from his side as both of them walked in the class, all the way to the back of the class amidst other people in the same field.

Harry Styles.

She wouldn't forget the name; not that she had a choice. Within the next eight months, Whitman Enterprises would welcome her as the new CEO, and then she will be in rush. She was nervous from now only. She knew she would have to kiss her days of freedom and normality goodbye when she was to take up responsibility. It made her stand on her toes. And although it was making her feel sick in the stomach, she was keeping up.

In eight months, she would be introduced to a whole new world of rush, sleeplessness and tiredness. She wouldn't be free to go out to meet friends like Louis; but to meet business friends and partners. She wouldn't be ignoring people who wanted her out of their way; but she would be rivaling against other companies to be constantly on top.

She is going to be exhausted; but probably, she chose the life of exhaustion over the life of peace.

Anyways, Harry Styles, would have to pay though.

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So guys, this one had been sitting in my draft for so long now, so I thought why not give it a shot on tumblr? Anyways, please show some love to this one. I love y'all.

[multirockbands]

And I love her •Evan Peters•

Pairing: Evan Peters x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader comforts Evan as he struggles for the role “Jeffery Dahmer” for the Netflix series “Monster” as it takes a toll on his mental health

Warnings: Fluff

Requested: Yes

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Evan was very hard working when it came to his roles in shows or movies, but today he was sort of, off

He didn’t talk much about day, he zoned off more than usual, you knew he was trying very hard to do his best for this role, the hardest role he has ever done.

One day, you were on the couch watching “Scream”when you heard the door open along with some footsteps, you got up and saw Evan with red eyes and looks like he hasn’t slept and he has been crying, “Evan…” you trailed off but he walked past silently saying, “I’m fine”, he went over to the couch and sat down with his head down as well, you sat next to him and took his hand in yours.

He looked at you with saddened and tired eyes you took him into an embrace, that’s when you felt him hug back as he started to break down in your arms he buried his face into your neck as you ran your hands through his curly hair, it felt like forever until he pulled away and pulled himself together.

You two sat there in the silence in each other arms until you decided to break the silence, “do you want to talk about it?”, he sighed and finally spoke up, “it’s too much, it’s been stressing me a lot lately.”, you felt so sorry for him, he sounded so broken and under so much pressure,

“you knew that it was going to be hard.” He paused and looked down at you “I know it was going to be hard I just didn’t know it was gonna put this much pressure on me.” You noticed his clothes were wet since the rain so you went to the washroom to fix him a bath.

Evan watched you as you went to go to the washroom and grabbed your hand before you got to get fully up from your position

You looked back at him confused as he pulled you back into his lap and took you into an embrace “don’t leave me.” You looked at him and took his face in your hands “Why would I ever leave you, I’m always gonna be here for you.” He looked at you with loving eyes again and pushed his lips against yours into a passionate kiss.

“I love you, you know that y/n?.” You smiled and kissed him again “of course I do Evan.” He smiled and took you to the bedroom to rest off his stress as long as he always knew you would always be there for him was the best he could have.

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“Bright are the stars that shine, dark as the sky I know this love of mine, would never die, and I love her.”

(A/n): I know this is not rock related, but it was requested so please no hate comments, I take requests, if you have any ideas please don’t hesitate to ask! <3

[alolanroy]

2023 Media Thread Pt3

Sharkula: Finding out that this director cranks out like 8 of these a year makes so much sense. The editing and effects are bafflingly amateur, and by that I mean I don't know how you can make something this inept in good faith. The casting is...concerning. I'm not referring to the 'college students' that look like weekend warriors, I mean that a certain character clearly had some sort of disorder, and it felt pretty exploitative. Funny bad in a pathetic sort of way. -6/10

Sharkenstein: We wanted to see more, but it turns out that instead of a fountain of infine fun-bad, it was just bad. At east the Franken-shark was a Nazi also somehow -3/10

Ronin Mecha 3: Space Warrior: This is the kind of incoherent bootleg movie that makes you feel drunk and delirious from laughing too much. Literally nothing from this poster appears, but I did have an episode when I saw a Scope Dogg. -7/10

Mighty Lady Sparkle: I admire the passion for tokusatsu but I don't admire the ecchi. It's the kind of movie where you start the movie proposing drinking games over its quirks but 20 minutes in you feel uncomfortable. -2/10

Boneworks: It took a bit for it to click for me, but Stress Level Zero made a really impressive standard for VR gunplay and exploration. That being said, some of the physics takes a bit to get used to and if you don't have good VR legs, this game would be borderline unplayable. The physics puzzles and level design aren't quite up to the valve standard they are trying to live up to, the former being groan worthy at times, but the gun handling is fun enough that I was interested in playing some of the alternate game modes. The confused and underwhelming ending left it on an odd note, but I had a blast/ 7.5/10

Netflix One Piece: Sometimes the performances just don't work and the dialogue doesn't quite hit the mark. However it made me understand the appeal of One Piece and I gotta give props to the costuming, makeup and the few actors that understood the assignment. 7.5/10

The Amazing Digital Circuis Pilot: There is a distinction between marketable and appealing. Content can be made with the intent of being white noise. Nice rendering I guess. These are ideas that can coexist. 2/10

Bakuryuu Sentai Abaranger 20th: The Unforgivable Abare: I was initially afraid that this would be 'abaranger vs the woke mob' I was pleasantly surprised by humor and some out of left field GL. Can't complain 6/10

X-Files Revival: I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. While a few of the comedic episodes were absolute gold, This was pretty sad. Its attempts to stay topical somehow make it more dated than the 90s seasons did. Unfortunately trying to be hip left me with a toothless 16 episodes made mostly of mythology episodes that are clearly supposed to go a whole lotta nowhere. 4/10

Gundam Build Metaverse: Never before has a 10th anniversary season made me feel so old and hopeless. The first episode left me hopeful when it delivered a premise I could see blossoming into a good 15-ish episode show with the occasional cameo and a laid-back Hawaiian attitude to my favorite hobby. The OP and ED promised a good balance of modeling, character cameos, and original drama. Then the last two episodes dropped at once after a two-week gap. That was it. It introduced its antagonist as quickly as she was resolved. Most cameos were still images if they appeared. No one is the right age. The new toys are dispatched so quickly it fails as a toy commercial. This had to have gone through development troubles because of the botched 'metaverse' spawned by the Japanese grants they were handing out...right? I huffed the copium and just got a confusing meh. 5/10

DOA Dead or Alive: Finally, a fighting game movie adaptation that understands the assignment! It's dumb! It's campy! It's exploitative and oggling but in a way that respects its subjects more than most 2000's movies in this genre. It almost loops around to being oddly empowering, an opinion seconded by my girlfriends hooting and hollering at the movie. While one performance was funny bad, any martial arts movie with a ladder fight is great in my book. 8/10

The Last Witch Hunter: Rarely does a vanity projects with someones D&D characters end up this fun. It ranks highly for me in the subgenre of modern-day supernatural hunter movies in an urban setting. Rock solid movie. 7.5/10

Analog Horror Grab Bag: What if a VHS was spoooooooky. Look buddy, mashing MarbleHornets and Exploding Varmits together gets less novel the longer you watch 4/10

Haunting in Venice: I'm not familiar with the original story, but this was a fun and spooky watch. 7/10

Godzilla vs Megalon (2023): I enjoyed the moments of Shin Godzilla cinematography, but mixed with showa-era goofy moves and shonen combat, this short didn't work for me. The chunky soup didn't benefit from an art style that created my least favorite Godzilla design. 5/10

Fest Godzilla 4: Operation Jet Jaguar: RETURN OF DA KING BABYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SHOWA IS BACK IN A BIG WAY 7/10

Pistol Whip: Maybe it was the triggers on my controllers but the timing just felt weirdly off. Trying to deliberately juke the timing killed the rhythm game magic and made me feel more like I was waiting for permission to get the bad guys. The John Wick fantasy this is clearly built for wasn't lost on me though, but without that immersion, I just felt bad. Totally subjectively a 3.5/10

Ultraman Netflix Final Season: I don't really get the appeal of public opinion narratives the way anime seems to make them. Similarly, I don't like when noir stories depend on all of the protagonist's friends requiring zero evidence to turn on them at the drop of a hat. Especially when neither party really attempts to talk it out. Its bad writing and a dub with all of the industries bad habits held up by A really hot alien and a funny magical girl transformation that one time. 4/10

Gundam Trilogy Rewatch: Watched this with two friends who were seeing them for the first time. God these things hold up, especially the 3rd one. Incredible stuff. I and II are a 7/10 for me for good content with weird pacing and III is a 9/10 for great writing and drama. Reanimated sections weren't anything to scoff at either

Skyrim 2nd playthrough: I'll say a playthrough where I know what I'm doing and isn't as sidetracked was better at letting me enjoy the setpieces, I think that without the interstitial wanderlust from the feeling of adventuring a new land, something didn't hit the same. However bringing Sarana(SDA), Lydia(IFD) and a few other talking followers added a certain spice to it. An observation I missed the first time was how hard it pushes you interact with some of the factions in a way I think kinda cheapens their organic introductions.

Armored Trooper Votoms: I reductively pitched this show to someone as the midpoint between Gundam and 40K. There's a lot to love with this series: Gorgeous visuals, concise episodes, and the confidence to change its setting periodically to fun locales like Arakis or Vietnam. Chiricho is a unique protagonist who pulls off the Sigma Male archetype with depth and soul. I was pretty enamored with this from an aesthetic standpoint, but I'm not blind to its flaws. The society is a weak antagonist once they are revealed and the pacing drags as it repeats itself to buy time. While ATs are iconic, they aren't always used with the variety they deserve. While maybe only half the series lives up to this score: 8/10

Knights of the Zodiac 2023: I think this might actually be worst live action anime adaptation to date. Never before have I seen any less interest in adapting the source material than this. I can usually find something to like in a bad movie, but for this I have nothing. Maybe I felt something when we all laughed at the Jump Force cutscenes they used as fight scenes. There's just nothing here. 0/10

Oblivion Override Demo: Ever play Dead Cells? it sure is that with vector graphics. My weakness for this type of robot design puts in most of the work here. movement feels a bit off. 4/10

Half Life 2: VR Mod

-As a way to replay half Life 2: Yep, this is still one of the most important games ever. However, I think that the vehicle sections go on a bit too long and subsequent entries did a lot to improve the visual sameness of a lot of the game 9/10

-As a VR game: Gun handling is excellent. Accessibility options like laser sights for all weapons were fantastic, and they let me help smooth out my own learning curve with the weapons. I will say that weapon selection and two handed aiming was a little cumbersome at times, but weapon reloading was the perfect amount of cumbersome to be satisfying. Even though the game itself didn't get rebalanced to accommodate for VR, it all meshed for a really fun and challenging experience. However vehicle controls were kinda weird and not that great standing. 8/10

Votoms: The Last Red Shoulder: I've come to the conclusion that the real enemy of Votoms wasn't Wiseman, it was the 24 minute episode format. more breathing room meant better pacing and time to really drink in the kino.7.5/10

Cade: The Tortured Crossing: In an incredible stroke of luck I was able to see a Niel Breen film in theaters and I will not lie: it was amazing. The audience was a riot and I nearly passed out from laughter a few times. The editing was surreal and I could see how this was probably stretched from an hour and a half to two hours in the edit. I will not regret giving it an -10/10

Kengan Ashura S2 (???): The real villain is Netflix's release structure. This is one season of anime I saw at a convention like 4 years ago. Its pretty alright. It's competent 6/10

The Mummy 2017: This movie has been a punching bag, both because of the presumptuous launch of the 'dark universe' and also that one trailer that was posted with unfinished sound. Unfortunately, the movie itself is pretty alright and I would like to see more. Plus one point for American Werewolf in London but I take that point away again for another mischaracterization of Dr.Jekyl. 6/10

Votoms Big Battle: Neat stuff. real standout is the fun character design and animation. I also liked the touch of the filter over the villains voice. It kinda hints at how much of a machine he is at that point. 7.5/10

Attack on Titan Final Season part 3: I don't think the ending was bad for the reasons a lot of people say, but I can tell it beefs it in the final chapter. Everything up to that is incredible, Especially the bit with the baseball. Sadly I think the sour note with Mikasa and the tree was an interesting choice that really didn't work out and spoiled it for me a bit. 7.5/10

Attack on titan as a whole... It took a decade. The times weren't always great, but they sure were had. It is politically dense enough that everyone has a half-baked opinion. When it hits, it hits HARD. I think an 8/10. I don't think I was ever bored for a minute.

Godzilla Minus One: I often find myself drawn to the mood of the original Godzilla. Sometimes I wonder if the constraints of its time allows the mind to fill in the gaps. This movie provides us no quarter to do so. It replicates this horror without leaving any to chance. I think this because more than any other in this series, the stakes feel truely desperate and personal. This felt like watching one of those truelly classic films for the first time (oddly enough I was reminded of Jaws...) I'm not sure if it surpasses Shin or the 1954 original yet, but I give this movie a 10/10 with no hesitation.

Knights of Sidonia (Manga): I'll be honest, the first few chapters did a lot to turn me away the first time I tried this, but this series is certainly not the collection of anime tropes I expected. The art is amazing once Tsutomu Nihei hits his stride. The intricate detailing and compositions have to be seen to be believed. I will applaud it for leaving a lot of room to breathe. Most wouldn't resist overexplaining the aliens. The interpersonal story is pretty gutsy, especially considering the resolution to the romantic angle and some surprisingly not weird treatment of characters with fluid genders. However, I think a lot of characters fell through the cracks in favor of the harem angle that was starting to develop (typified by the robot tsundere who felt really unnecessary). 7.5/10

Furi Demake: I get that this is just a little fun proof of concept, ut the Game Bakers kinda under-prooved a few important parts. Namely, the music is generic and the hit hit detection for parrying was wonky. EX: a ground slam you are supposed to parry from right below confused the directional inputs since it can't figure out which way you are facing. 6/10 but I would play a full version of this concept.

Jetborne Racing and Star Trek Bridge Crew: Early VR games with a predominant online component, slow gameplay and wonky controls? in 2023? Yeah Jetborne is unplayable since there's no one online and Bridge Crew is just unintuitive to play. Instead of space mysteries the gameplay consists of figuring out how to undo your space-parking brake 2/10

[eleonora144]

-Study tip-

Academic validation and burnouts

As a person who has struggled with academic validation I would like to shed som light on the topic and help the ones struggling as I did. Academic validation is basically needing success to feel good about yourself, and while is not a problem in it self it can have a bad effect if you over do it. It’s obviously that everyone feels good about them selfs if the achieve success but the struggle comes when that is the sole reason for your happiness. If you put your own worth in things that you can lose you risk losing that happiness and your self esteem. It is so important that you are able to love yourself even if you fail or don’t achieve what you wanted.

Burnout’s can be the result of this mindset because you tend to push yourself far beyond your limits to achieve the validation you seek, resulting in worse mental health and a downward spiral. The thing with rest is that it can not be avoided, but only procrastinated always leads to do it all at once in the end. So when you avoid resting and self care you are delaying it to your future self who will have to compensate for what you missed. So the longer you push yourself the longer you will have to rest. And I’m talking about only resting noting else sometimes for years. When you are burnt out choosing an outfit can feels impossible and working or studying will be impossible. It’s like a slap in the face forcing you to change mindset in order to recover and get back to working at all. If you can’t allow yourself rest while studying or working imagine yourself spending years recovering from a burn out instead. Believe me, not worth it. So if you can’t give yourself rest from a self care perspective do it to boost your future productivity. Resting is not only important in the long run, if you rest the day before a test you will probably preform better then the ones stressing and studying the day before.

Now that I hope you understand the gravity of this situation I recommend doing your own research, but I will also list some things that helped me:

Things that helped me was to plan out my studying. The hardest thing about being a student is having constant stress and pressure even after school hours. When you work you go to your job and then you go home, but we can’t forget about school when the day ends because of homework, exams and everything else. I felt like I was constantly in a sort of limbo, not really studying but not relaxing. I felt bad when I watched series on Netflix or did other things because I felt I should be studying. Planing out when I was to study, what subject and for how long allowed me to work intensively for that time period and then be done with it, allowing me to rest without feeling guilty. Here’s what I did:

-Planning-

-Get a calendar, (preferably paper) and write down all your tests, homework etc. and plan out your studies.

It’s important to be realistic and keep in mind what days you are more productive and when you are tired.

-Time of-

One day on the weekend should be completely free, no school material in sight. You should also have one weekday of. I for example had Fridays of because I knew I wouldn’t study anyway. Doing this made me enjoy my days of because it was pland relaxing time.

You can’t study all day either, so you also need to plan your breaks. You should never study after 19, 7pm (I think) in American time. This is because your brain will be tired and not be able to learn anyway.

- Intensive focus-

When you are studying it should be for short intense sessions rather than long unproductive ones. You could do Pomodoros, which is 25 minute intervals with 5 minute breaks. Or there’s a method called “Sticks” which is where you do 6 sessions (sticks) in one day between 20-40 minutes each. How long one can focus is very individual but study’s show that the average person can focus for approximately 45 minutes.

I hope you found this helpful and hopefully got a better understanding of how important resting is. You deserve it and your body needs it! You are amazing as you are💗 No test results can ever tell you otherwise and no one will ever think less of you if you take a break. It shows that value yourself, which you should, because you are incredible and you are strong. I believe in you!!

Good luck🥰

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What is your advice on writing well? Do you read about writing? Do you take any course?

I appreciate the ask, Anon! Flattered that you think I've got something valuable to say about the subject. I've been mulling over how to answer the past couple of days, which in itself is kind of telling, because it shows that I don't... entirely know what advice to give? I've never sought out writing tips or courses or rules, it's just something I've been doing since I was an embarassing tween and then kept doing. So take everything I say with a grain of salt.

For me writing is very... rhythm-based. I mean look at how I'm approaching even this answer. I'm hard on ellipses to indicate pauses in speech as if I'm considering something out loud. I use a lot of semicolons and dashes, commas and periods. I use italics a lot as well to emphasize words as if they're spoken. In my head it's always like that when writing, it's combining elements that feel right one after the other. When I edit my own writing I do it until the piece sounds right, essentially. So I guess one thing I'd say is... pay attention to punctuation and the flow of writing?

I'd also advise you to not get bogged down by unnecessary details. This is something I struggle with myself. I have the instinct to be as thorough as possible, which is great in my line of work (science) but it's not great in creative work. Not everything is important in writing; you don't have to describe every single thing that happens in exactly the same pace. It's good to have the reader infer things, and not spoonfeed them every interpretation or thought the character has. In the same vein, most of the time I'm mindful not to introduce elements in a story that don't connect to others. I imagine a story as a stream of interwoven strings. If you introduce an element, a character, a plotline, it should ultimately matter. This is what essentially put a gun to my head when writing REMS, actually. Thematically, I had introduced a lot of stuf that would have remained unexplored or suspended mid-air if I ended the fic where I originally planned to. So I kept going until the story felt... wrapped up. In general, this is something I both love to see in stories and something I like to do in stories; have everything tie in for an overall idea, a message, a theme. (I actually kept a list of all the motifs and parallels and so on for REMS.) But to give a real example... Dark, the Netflix show, is one of my favorite pieces of writing when it comes to how well it manages to do this.

But anyway! In the end I think it's about having fun, which is why I haven't gotten too stressed about writing courses or stuff like that. It's obviously great that you want to improve, and it's something I want to do as well, but I guess my final advice is to never let it become a chore-- something you keep analyzing for flaws or something mechanical that follows the rules of others. Don't let writing not be fun.