#hiya anon ❤️

[suckmyballshoney]

do you know the math for max wdc with this starting position? im so lost

Not sure I understood the question but here’s all I know :

Max will start p18 today with his penalty from yesterday

To lose the championship max has to be lower than 5th if lando wins them all, 8th or smth if lando has one p2…

Tbh im a bit lost too sometimes with the sprint points not helping 😅

[notjustjavierpena]

I have recently watched scenes from a marriage with oscar isaac and my mind which connects everything with hubby javi immediately went to this:

imagine wife’s and javi’s friends are going through a divorce, there’s cheating m, miscommunication etc and just a very hard time.

I feel like Javi and Wife would have a conversation about this due to the proximity of it happening to their friends. One about trust and if they’re happy. It’s not about insecurity or anything just them both communicating effectively and giving the other reassurance that this is not on the cards for them.

I just value their relationship so much.

Reassess

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A/N: Hiya anon! I hope it’s okay that I tweaked your request slightly to fit my version of hubby and wife. Enjoy ❤️ Thanks so much for proofreading, @angelofsmalldeath-codeine !!!

Summary: You and Javier’s friends are going through a divorce, and it suddenly makes you wonder about your own marriage.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18, talk about divorce, talk about cheating, brief descriptions of piv sex with creampie, hurt/comfort, love!, mention of pregnancy and pregnant reader, cuddling, kisses, Javier is a great husband and you are anxious

Word count: 1.6k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54352768

Reassess

Jonathan and Mira are getting a divorce. The news had been announced to you by Javier when he entered the dimly lit living room on a Thursday night, looking paler than a ghost after what you had wrongly assumed to be a same-as-always phone conversation about football, work and going out for a beer in the near future. 

“No!” You had instinctively covered your mouth with your hand to suppress an animated gasp. Apparently, Mira had come clean about seeing another man a few days earlier and it only took shy of two days for their whole marriage to crumble. The thought was and is terrifying. 

It seems to dampen the mood between you and your husband significantly. There are more pregnant silences, longer stares, more hurried kisses, and worried faces in the middle of your daily routines that become opportunities for reflection when doing something mundane as folding laundry. However, the elephant in the room becomes most unbearable when Javier rolls off of you after making love to you a week after the news hit. 

He stares up at the ceiling and pants as he tries coming down from his high, reaching up to run his fingers through his slightly sweaty hair. You shift on your side of the bed to turn your body towards him, and gently lay a hand on his chest, “That was really good.”

“Hm? What?” He replies, “Oh right, yeah.”

“Honey,” you furrow your brow, “I don’t think I particularly like having sex with you if you’re not here with me.” 

“Lo siento (I’m sorry),” his eyes find yours, his voice is genuine, “I can’t stop thinking about Jon and Mira.”

Your eyes soften at that. It is nice to know that he is as shaken by this happening as you are, and in such close proximity to your own marriage too even if it technically has nothing to do with you. It suddenly hits why it has been so hard to start up a conversation about it. 

“Me either,” you sigh and scratch his chest gently with your nails and lay your head on his shoulder. He takes hold of your wrist and rubs the back of your hand with his thumb in soothing circles, “I can’t believe they ended up like that, who would have thought?”

“And Ava?” Javier sounds devastated and turns his head toward yours so he can rest his lips in your hair. 

“She must be so confused,” you mumble back, lost in thought. Ava is Mira and Jonathan’s daughter who sometimes has play dates with Inés, and to think that she has to deal with her parents not being able to work as a couple, especially since Mira apparently had to go sleep with someone else, is a scenario that you find nauseating when your brain automatically starts imagining your own children in the same scenario. You don’t think Lucas would ever forgive you if you caused that much hurt to his father, “I don’t know what Mira was thinking. Ava has to deal with her mom having hurt her dad. Why would she put her through that?”

“Jonathan said she’s in love with this new guy,” Javier argues. 

“I suppose sometimes you just fall in love with someone else,” you say without any emotion in your voice except for maybe a hint of disgust. 

“Are you happy? With me?” The question has been looming over the both of you since the news hit. It was only a matter of time before one of you would start reassessing your own marriage. 

You lift your head up to look Javier straight in the eyes, and even if you knew it was coming, you still feel taken aback by how much it makes your guts turn to even be told to consider it. The answer is so clear, “What? I—“

“That’s not an immediate yes,” he furrows his brow in concern. 

“Don’t be absurd,” you say back, “I love you so much it’s ridiculous.”

“But do you ever worry about us?” He continues. 

“This is the part where you say you love me too,” you joke without much humor in your voice. 

“Are you kidding? I’m nothing without you,” he lifts the hand you still have on his chest to kiss your palm, “Te amo tanto (I love you so much) but I need you to answer the question.”

“I don’t ever worry about us, no,” you answer truthfully and Javier visibly relaxes, “I know you. I trust you. It doesn’t even occur to me that I could have anything different in my life, you know? It feels like I would always have found you somewhere else if not here.”

“Perhaps they looked for something else when things became routine,” he suggests, resting your hand against his cheek.

“It’s never routine for me to tell you I love you,” you tell him with a little smile, “There’s no going back to the way things were before you.” 

“The idea of having anything else but this,” he trails off for a second, weighing his words and reaching out for you with his free hand. He cups the back of your knee to pull your leg over his naked body, “It’s just not in the cards for me. I’ll never love anyone the way that I love you.”

“Is this code for you’re stuck with me?” You crawl closer to kiss him on the mouth and tighten the leg around him, “Hm?”

“Sí (yes), you’re stuck with me, baby,” he says against your lips. 

“Do you promise that?” You whisper after pulling back a little, smiling softly as you look down at his mouth. He initiates another kiss after nodding. 

You kiss for a while without rushing it, deeply until you share each breath in your intense embrace. Despite just having had sex with him fifteen minutes ago, you want him again in a way that has him as hard as when you first got together. He fucks you open slowly with you on your back, makes you come on his cock with an almost pained tone in your whimper. He is everywhere on you, soaking you in love. The way he gasps along with you as he comes inside of you has your heart pounding in your chest. 

“No quiero a nadie más que a ti (I don’t want anyone else other than you),” he says when basking in the afterglow. However, you have already gotten out of bed to get cleaned up in the bathroom. In contrast to your husband, your afterglow is replaced by anxiety that you have just promised isn’t there. 

“I don’t want to end up like that,” you say while peeing with the door open. Javier moves on the bed to be able to look at you. 

“We won’t, te lo prometo (I promise you that),” he is quick to answer. You try to give him a smile but he notices the way you falter, “Anything you want to talk about? Anything on your mind?"

“They used to be so happy,” you sigh deeply and get up after finishing your business. You move to the sink and start washing your hands, your back suddenly towards him, “Makes me wonder if we're strong enough to weather anything.”

You hear the weight of him shift on the mattress and a second later, the soft pads of his feet across the tiled bathroom floor. He is behind you, looking at you in the mirror. You feel grateful for the sincerity in his eyes.

“Baby,” he tuts, wrapping his strong arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. One of his hands goes down to lay on your stomach right below your belly button. You have just started to show, and the both of you have already talked about how early it is that your belly has started protruding but none of you have any clue why yet as you haven’t had your first scan. 

Javier kisses your bare shoulder, “This is my life, and I love it, and I would never hurt you… I trust you not to hurt me too.”

You silently turn off the tap to dry your hands but Javier doesn’t let you move. He lifts your chin so he can stare at you in the mirror, “I need you to trust me when I say that ten years with you have only made me want ten, twenty, thirty more. I love you. I choose you every day. Jonathan and Mira didn’t choose each other. We’re not them.”

“I love you too,” you shake your hands dry instead and then turn in your husband’s arms. You hug him close and he walks you out of the bathroom whilst still holding you tightly. 

“Three kids so far,” he reminds you whilst guiding you back to bed, “A decade down the line. We must be doing something right.”

“But what if—“

“You worry too much, mi vida (my life),” he says and smacks your ass as you crawl back into your bed. You glare back at him but he just snickers while crawling in too, “Get comfortable and go to sleep.”

“I don’t know if I can,” you say truthfully.

“Of course, you can,” Javier joins you under the covers. He lays down close to you and without saying a word, reaches out to gently and repeatedly stroke his hand over your hair. The warmth of his palm soothes your worry, each caress easing away the weight in your chest. 

You wonder if Mira left because Jonathan didn’t do this sort of thing anymore. Javier has done it for ten years. This fact makes sleep find you easily.

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[moonxytcn]

Hiya, I have a billie eilish request. Fem reader cuts the palm of her hand open while trying go cut something. Billie takes us to the hospital and we end up having stitches!

Thank you ❤️

dinner night goes wrong

Billie Eilish x fem!reader

summary – you cut yourself while preparing dinner

warnings – a little cute, blood, accidental knife cut

a/n – Thanks for the request anon, I hope you like it!

English is not my first language so there may be some errors.

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You breathe in deeply, taking in the delicious scents of the kitchen. The herbs, the garlic, the freshly chopped vegetables—all of it mingles in the air, creating a symphony of aromas that makes your mouth water. You hum to yourself, feeling accomplished as you move to the next step of your dinner preparations.

Billie is lounging on the couch, strumming her guitar absently, filling the apartment with a soft, soothing melody. Her presence is a comforting backdrop to your culinary efforts, and you find yourself smiling as you reach for the sharp knife.

With a practiced hand, you begin slicing the vegetables on the cutting board. The carrots and bell peppers are vibrant under the kitchen light, their colors popping against the wooden board. You grip the knife handle firmly, focusing on making even, precise cuts. It’s a rhythm you know well, a dance between blade and produce that you’ve perfected over many dinners.

But tonight, something goes wrong.

As you move to cut through a particularly stubborn carrot, your grip slips. The knife veers off course, and before you can react, a sharp, searing pain shoots through your hand. You gasp, dropping the knife onto the counter with a clatter. Blood wells up from a deep gash in your palm, and you stare at it, stunned, for a moment too long.

"Billie!" You call out, your voice shaky with a mix of pain and panic.

The music stops abruptly, and Billie is by your side in an instant, her guitar abandoned on the couch. Her eyes widen when she sees the blood, and she quickly wraps a towel around your hand, applying pressure to slow the bleeding.

"Are you okay?" She asks, her voice tight with concern.

You try to nod, but the pain is overwhelming, making it hard to think clearly. "I—I think I need stitches." You manage to say through gritted teeth.

Billie’s face hardens with determination. "We’re going to the hospital. Now."

With surprising efficiency, she helps you to your feet and guides you out the door. The towel around your hand is quickly turning crimson, and each step sends a fresh wave of pain through your arm. But Billie’s presence is a balm, her calm, steady demeanor a lifeline you cling to as she leads you to the car.

The drive to the hospital is a blur. Billie keeps one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your uninjured hand, squeezing it reassuringly. She murmurs soothing words, trying to keep you focused and calm. You lean back in the seat, your eyes closed, focusing on her voice and the sound of the engine.

When you arrive at the emergency room, Billie helps you inside, her arm around your shoulders. A nurse quickly takes you back to an examination room, and the next hour is a whirlwind of antiseptic smells, bright lights, and the cool touch of medical instruments. Billie never leaves your side, holding your hand and whispering encouragement as the doctor examines your wound.

"You’re going to need stitches." The doctor says, confirming what you already knew. He cleans the cut thoroughly, explaining each step of the procedure as he works. Billie watches closely, her expression a mix of concern and fascination.

The needle’s first prick makes you wince, but Billie squeezes your hand tighter, grounding you. The doctor works quickly, his hands steady and sure, and soon enough, the wound is closed, the ugly gash now a neat line of sutures.

"All done." The doctor says, securing the final stitch. He gives you instructions for care and pain management, then leaves you with a sympathetic smile.

You look down at your bandaged hand, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion. Billie helps you off the examination table, her touch gentle. "Let’s get you home." She says softly.

The drive back is quieter, the urgency of the situation replaced by a calm, almost serene atmosphere. Billie holds your hand the entire way, her thumb tracing soothing patterns on your skin. You find yourself leaning into her, the pain in your hand now a dull throb overshadowed by the warmth of her presence.

Back at the apartment, Billie insists on making the rest of dinner herself, despite your protests. She’s not the best cook, but you don’t care. You sit at the kitchen table, watching her fumble with the vegetables and smile at her determined expression.

"You know, you don’t have to do this." You say, feeling a wave of affection for her.

She glances at you over her shoulder, a teasing glint in her eye. "I think I owe you, considering you almost sliced your hand off making me dinner."

You laugh, the sound lightening the tension in the room. "Fair enough. But I’m not cleaning up if you burn anything."

Billie laughs too, the sound filling the kitchen with warmth. "Deal."

As you watch her, you realize how lucky you are to have someone like her in your life. Someone who rushes to your side when you’re hurt, who stays with you through the scary moments, and who can make you laugh even when you’re in pain. The cut on your hand will heal, but the bond between you and Billie feels stronger than ever.

[lyranova]

Nozel x reader fashion au where reader is a fashion designer and maybe nebras friend? And nebra calls reader to make a suit for nozel and that's how they met? You can continue the story with creative liberties❤️❤️

Oh and congratulations on 900 followers!!!

Hiya anon, thank you so much! I apologize for the wait, I did incorporate the first half of your request, but I decided to have Nozel and the reader already in a relationship since I couldn’t quite figure out a good scenario for them to meet in with the suit 😅. But I still hope you enjoy~!

Word Count: 1,695

Warnings: None

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“ Listen; I have a big favor to ask you-!”

“ No.”

“ Oh come on just hear me out!” Nebra Silva groaned on the other end of the phone, making you sigh and shake your head even though she couldn’t see it.

There were two types of favors Nebra would ask of you; one was that you design a custom outfit for her at a discount, and the second was that you design an outfit for a friend of hers for free.

Which one will it be today, you wondered.

“ Fine, I’ll hear you out,” You muttered as you quietly set your pen down. You could hear Nebra excitedly clap her hands on the other side of the phone, which made you smile a bit.

“ Alright! So, I want you to make a suit for my brother, Nozel,” Nebra began quickly, and your breath hitched in your throat.

This…was a gift for Nozel?

“ His birthday is coming up and I wanted to get him something special, which is why I called you! You’re one of the best designers in the world, there’s no one else I would trust to make a perfect suit for him!” She told you quickly.

“ So, will you do it? Please?” She begged, and that’s when you knew just how much this meant to her.

Nebra Silva never begged, and she most certainly never said ‘please’.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“ Alright, I’ll make the suit for him,” You said as you picked up your pen again and began to start some preliminary designs. “ I’ll send you some sketches by the end of the week. Oh, and I’m charging you full price since it’s a complete suit.”

“ Thank you~! I’m sure it’ll be perfect, and if it’s not then I just won’t pay you,” Nebra said with a chuckle, but you knew she was completely serious with her words.

You sighed again and shook your head, and just as you were about to hang up she suddenly asked a question that made your heart stop for a moment.

“ Oh, but don’t you need Nozel’s measurements to start sketching?” She asked, her tone curious.

You were quiet for a moment, your brain going a mile a second as you tried to think of what to tell her.

After all, how did one explain to their friend that the reason they weren’t asking for their older brothers measurements was because they already had them due to…reasons?

“ I don’t need his measurements right now; so you can just wait and give them to me later.” You explained quickly, hoping that your friend would accept that and not ask anymore questions.

Nebra hummed curiously for a moment, making your palms sweat and your heart race anxiously.

“ Alright, I’ll try to get Solid to get his measurements tomorrow so I can send them to you,” She said, and you couldn’t help but let out a very quiet sigh of relief.

She bought it…at least for now.

After saying goodbye and making a promise to meet later in the week, you hung up the phone and sighed dramatically before resting your head on your arms.

“ Is something wrong?” A familiar voice asked behind, his tone curious but also laced with concern.

You slowly turned your head to the right and saw Nozel Silva standing there; a towel in his hand as he tried his best to dry his dripping silver locks, his normally braided bangs hanging loosely between his eyes.

Your gaze traveled down to where his usually loose, grey t-shirt now tightly clung to his body; and where his white pajama pants with grey stripes rested loosely around his thin waist.

You groaned as you closed your eyes and moved your head away, how on earth was your boyfriend of over a year able to make even the most casual of clothes look so good?!

“ What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone sounding more concerned as he walked over to you, he set his towel down onto the table before he placed a hand on the back of your chair and the other on your arm.

“ Nothing, it’s just…work,” You muttered, not bothering to lift your head. Nozel’s eyes slowly drifted towards your sketchbook, a critical hum escaping him as he picked up one of the designs.

“ Who is this suit for?” He asked curiously as he raised a thoughtful hand under his chin.

You sighed and raised your head slightly.

“ A very picky client.” You muttered, not daring to give away Nebra’s identity, or who this suit was meant to be for.

He nodded solemnly.

“ I see, I completely understand since I also have my fair share of picky clients,” He admitted with an irritated shake of his head. “ Should I talk to them?”

You shook your head and waved away his concern; the last time he had talked to one of your clients he had completely scared them off!

“ It’s alright, I can handle them on my own,” You told him softly, but your voice was full of gratitude and a gentle smile worked its way onto your face.

Nozel nodded, and you swore you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks.

“ Then, would you like me to help you with these sketches? That way the problem client can’t cause you more problems?” He offered, his eyes still locked on the sketchbook.

You hummed in thought; one the one hand you wanted it to be a surprise, but on the other you thought it might be better that he at least give some input into his own suit.

“ Sure, have a seat and tell me what you think,” You told him, and he nodded before doing as you requested.

You watched Nozel anxiously, looking for any positive or negative expressions; but as always he kept his face neutral, serious, and very focused. He never gave his thoughts away, which both intrigued yet frustrated you.

“ Is this what the client requested?” He asked as he began flipping through the pages, you shook your head.

“ No. This suit is supposed to be a surprise for someone else,” You explained as you fully lifted your head and rested your chin in the palm of your hand. “ I’ll get more information later this week.”

He silently nodded.

The anxiety came crawling back as you waited for his verdict; surely the designs weren’t that bad?

After a moment Nozel set the sketchbook down and looked at you with a serious expression.

“ These all suck,” He told you bluntly, and you swore that you felt an arrow shoot you through the heart.

“ Well that hurts.”

“ Would you rather I lie in order to spare your feelings?” He asked with a raised brow, and you shook your head.

As much as it hurt, you would rather he be honest about his critiques; not only was this suit being made for him, but also because you valued his input as a senior Fashion Designer.

“ No,” You admitted with a sad sigh.

“ Hand me a pencil.” He instructed, and you frowned in confusion but did as he requested.

He took it with a small nod in thanks before he began scribbling and making notes on your sketches.

You watched him silently, the only sound in the room being the scratches of the pencil against the paper. But instead of feeling anxious in this silence like before, you felt this…calmness take over you.

You always loved watching him work; the way his eyes would narrow as he focused, the way a small smile would work its way onto his face as the design came together, and the way his purple eyes would glance up at you to see if you were watching him…

Wait, that wasn’t something he normally did!

You felt your heart skip a beat and your face heat up in embarrassment at having been caught staring. Nozel chuckled softly but didn’t say a word as he went back to your sketchbook.

After another moment he handed it back to you and stood up.

“ I have an early day tomorrow, so I’m going to bed first,” He told you softly as he walked over to stand beside you.

Nozel placed a hand against your cheek, leaned down, and placed a sweet, gentle kiss against your lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you kissed him back, your hand reaching up to gently rest against his.

“ Don’t stay up too late.” He told her, his voice quiet but serious, and you smiled a bit.

“ Is that an order?”

“ Yes,” He replied bluntly, making you giggle before leaning forward to place another quick kiss against his lips, making his eyes widen and his face burn.

“ Alright Captain, I’ll follow your order,” You told him playfully, a soft giggle escaping you as you watched your boyfriend roll his eyes at the silly nickname. “ I’ll fix the designs and then I’ll come to bed.”

Nozel nodded before standing up, wishing you a goodnight, and walking towards your shared bedroom.

You let out a quiet, tired sigh and reached out to grab your sketchbook. Better get started on his corrections, you thought.

But much to your surprise, when you opened the sketchbook you didn’t see any corrections; instead you saw tiny little notes.

Positive and encouraging notes…

As your eyes scanned the pages slowly, you felt your heart fill with warmth and love. Nozel wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions and telling people how he felt about them; at least not verbally.

Whether it was through little notes like this or through his clothing designs, he was much better at expressing himself through his art and writing.

And that was one of the many things you loved about him.

You gently closed the sketchbook, stood up, and walked into the bedroom where you slipped quietly into the bed beside Nozel. You wrapped your arms around him, quietly thanked him for the encouragement, and told him that you would make the best suit, most impressive for your client because of it!

He chuckled, rolled over, and sleepily told you how he couldn’t wait to see it as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[starkwlkr]

Hiya, if your social media aus for motogp are still open, I was wondering if we could get one for Marco Bezzechi's first sprint win (im so happy for him that i teared up) today? His longtime GF attends and posts in celebration and everyone's just so happy for him. Thank you! 🫶🏻

fuck romeo and juliet | marco bezzecchi

I’m so sorry anon i forgot i had this in my drafts 😭

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y/n.l/n bringing my ‘colorful rocks’ to assen just for marcobez72 🔮✨

marcobez72 i just need you ❤️ (and your colorful rocks)

y/n.l/n ❤️❤️

gemmapinto linda😍

y/n.l/n i miss you 🤍

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marcobez72 she insisted on a celebratory dinner ❤️

y/n.l/n the sprint winner deserves to be spoiled 😍

pecco63 so if i win a sprint race, can I be spoiled too?

y/n.l/n domiziacastagnini come get your man

bezzfans i just want a relationship like theirs 😭

eldiablofans20 fuck romeo and juliet i want what they have

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hiya!! Love your work so much😆

I was wondering if you’d write something where the paladins (especially keith hehe) have to go to a formal event like a gala to bring the coalition together (??) and how they’d ask y/n to be their date and/or how they’d react to y/n in their formal attire?? (maybe even add Matt too if you feel inspired) Thank youuu 🫶

Brooooo stoooppppp I am so weak for this idea holy shit 😩 And you are my first non anon request so THANKS FRIEND 🥹 I went with my three fav paladins 💙❤️💚AND Mattie boy 🧡Also I love writing with emojis, sorry not sorry. ENJOY DARLING~

KEITH ❤️

OH MY GOD POOR LITTLE SHY BABY BOY

He waits until the last minute to ask you, let’s be honest. Like a day before the event, he’s sitting beside you in the training room, trying to catch his breath when he goes “So that thing tomorrow. Wanna go together?” And you’re like 😏 “Are you asking me to be your date?” And now he’s like 🙄 “Shut up before I change my mind.”

It’s silent for a second but he’s staring at you. “So, are you gonna answer my question?” “Yes, Keith. I’ll be your date to the gala.” And he’s bright red in the face now.

He tries to act all cool and mysterious as you both leave the training deck and go opposite ways. As soon as you’re out of sight, he’s SPRINTING to Lance’s room.

“HELP I HAVE A DATE AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO ROMANCE!!!” 😰

He’s so fucking annoyed as he spends hours trying to memorize and properly recite pick up lines to Lance as practice.

He also totally does not steal a bottle of cologne from Lance’s bathroom before he leaves.

The morning of, he finds Shiro for wardrobe assistance. Big brother Shiro totally cleans Keith up, giving him a more semi-formal look. Keith thinks he’s too cool for a coat and tie. Shiro also convinces Keith to pull his hair back into a low pony tail.

He decides he’s just too nervous to meet you at your room so he kinda just sits on his bed for a while, fully dressed and smelling great and waiting for you.

Finally you step into his open door way, instantly catching his attention. He stands quickly, almost stumbling over his own feet as he approaches you, admiring your look for the evening.

“OH WOW. Oh…Uh…sorry. You look really nice.” You look so nice he’s stressed out about it like wtf why are you so gorgeous? He thinks you’re sooooo far out of his league.

“I like your hair pulled back like that.” You smile at him and he thinks he might just spontaneously combust rn.

He keeps his arm linked with yours as you walk together to the front of the castle where all the guests are.

Once there, you mostly hang out together or with the other paladins. You’re both kind of shy and you find comfort in being together. You’re like the two emo kids at prom who just stand against the wall and complain about the lame music.

At some point, you two disappeared from the party. Allura and Shiro are like Hello? Where did they go? Shiro wanders outside to look for you only to find you both laying on your backs in the grass right outside the castle’s front entrance, staring up at the sky. He smiles as he hears you laughing at something Keith said.

“Im serious! Lance told me to say ‘even in zero gravity, I’d still fall for you’.” “BOOOOO that’s a terrible line!” You laugh up to the dark night sky.

His hand moves slowly to the side until it meets yours. When you feel the touch, you link your pinky finger with his and look over at him. He’s still staring up at the stars as a smile grows across his face.

He was so worried about disappointing you tonight, he just wanted to charm you. But he didn’t need pick up lines or fancy clothes to make you smile. Just being his normal self seemed to make you happy.

LANCE 💙

You guessed it…Lance is going all out for you.

The morning that they are told about it from Allura, he’s literally interrupting the whole meeting to ask you to be his date.

Freaking cheese ball gets down on one knee, takes your hand and kisses the back of it softly. When he looks up at you, he’s got that flirty smirk on his thin lips. “Would you, (Y/N), make me the happiest man in the universe and be my date to the coalition gala?”

You: 😍🥵🤭

Lance: 😘😏😎

Everyone else: 🤢🫣🙄

Obvi, you say yes with dreamy eyes and a goofy smile on your face.

You thought it was cute that he asked you even though you’ve been dating for a while now. You just assumed you’d be going together anyways. What a sweet boy~

While you’re feeling fine about the whole thing, Lance is freaking out. He’s digging through his clothes looking for something fancy to wear, he’s doing double face masks, he’s forcing Pidge to smell different colognes and help him pick the best one, he’s practicing his slow dance AND his salsa skills. Keep in mind, the gala isn’t for another week but he needs to get prepared NOW!

“There’s not even gonna be music, idiot. It’s a gala, not prom. When are you two even gonna have the chance to do the lift from dirty dancing?” “SHUT UP, PIDGE! IT’LL HAPPEN!!!”

He just wants to impress you so bad. It’s his top priority at the moment.

The night of the event, he’s freshly showered, dressed for the gods, smelling like a whole bath and body works and he’s sitting in your room keeping you company while you get ready.

“Lance, the gala doesn’t start for another 4 hours. Why are you- nevermind. Forget it. You look great.” And he gets so excited at the compliment.

He watches as you get ready. He’s not as talkative as he usually is.

“You okay?” He nods with a dopey grin on his face. He’s just admiring you, that’s all. A compliment leaves his mouth like every 5 minutes as you continue to get all dolled up.

He follows along side you all the way there, his hand is in yours and it��s SWEATY. He’s so nervous.

Once you’re there, his attention span is that of a gold fish. He’s so excited and chatty and asking people questions and he never fails to introduce you to everyone…every single person…S E P A R A T E L Y. He just wants to brag.

“This fine little honey right here…yeah, all mine. I know what you’re thinking, how’d I get so lucky? I ask myself that every day.” What a sap omfg

He notices you’re looking less than happy, kind of tired. Your social battery is at like 5%. He can tell you need a break.

As you’re standing beside Allura, listening to her talk to an ally of the coalition, Lance grabs your hand and pulls you away. You’re running behind him just to keep up with his long legs.

“Where are we going?” “You’ll see.”

THIS MF SET UP FAIRY LIGHTS AND MUSIC AND CANDLES IN HIS ROOM. BRO IS LITERALLY SUCH A HOPELESS ROMANTIC I CANT DEAL WITH IT. That’s why he came to your room so early. He didn’t wanna risk you coming in to his room and seeing everything.

You might think this is so extra but if Lance is anything, it’s extra. He takes any chance he can to make you smile and feel special. He’s so sweet, it’s disgusting.

“I just really wanna dance with you, (Y/N)…” “You did all this…for me?” He nods with a shy smile, bitting his lip as he watches for your reaction. You’re over the moon, your smile uncontrollable now.

So you dance together for a couple songs. He gently caresses your back as he sways with you, occasionally letting his hands roam to your hips. At this point, his cheeks hurt from how hard he’s smiling. It’s cute and sweet and innocent and you’ve never loved him more.

PIDGE 💚

LMAO PIDGE WILL NOT EVEN ASK YOU.

Bc they’re too shy for that romantic shit.

They’re like “Who else would they go with? I’m not worried.”

They assume y’all are going together bc you’re obviously more than just friends.

They will get dressed up nice for you tho. They know everyone else will be dressed up too but they secretly WANT to make you swoon over them. Like plz feed their ego.

They actually go to Hunk for help with their wardrobe. Hunk is the best wingman to ever exist, change my mind. Also, they are really unsure whether they want to wear something more masculine or more feminine and they really trust Hunk with the topic of their gender identity.

“Hey, you guys ready?” You pop into Hunk’s room, all dressed up and ready to go.

“Almost! Hunk is just helping me with the zipper on-“ Once Pidge lays eyes on you, the little gears in their head stop completely. It’s like everything else faded away as they looked you up and down. You’re so angelic, wow oh wow.

“Aww, Pidge! You look stunning.” Aaaaand you broke them. You’re gonna have to turn them off and restart them.

“Uh yeah, you’re good now.” Hunk assures and nudges Pidge back to reality. “Go.” He whispers as he ushers them to move towards you.

You walk together in complete silence, your arm linked with theirs. Finally, they speak up first.

“Are you nervous?” “Yeah, are you?” “Yeah…” “I hate parties.” “Me too.”

So together you devise a plan: you’re gonna sneak around and pull silly little pranks on people and just eat all the food you can get your grubby little hands on.

And you do exactly that. You’re both having so much fun! You’re laughing so hard you’re snorting. You’re far from nervous now.

Pidge is the best at breaking you out of your shell and making you feel comfortable. You can be your true, authentic self around them. They are your best friend first and your ✨partner✨ second.

After a while, you two sneak off to their room to play video games. The food was good and the pranks were hilarious but you had both had enough.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, you’re both ripping off your uncomfortable fancy clothes and changing into pajamas.

You’re sitting beside them, watching the loading screen for the game. It’s taking a while…

“So…what do I have to do to get you to stare at me like that again?” Pidge whips their head around, watching you with nervous eyes. They take a deep breath before they speak. “I always stare at you like that. You’ve just never noticed.” “AAAAWWWWWWWW REALLY?!”

Forget the video game. CUE THE CUDDLEFEST!!! 💚💚💚

MATT 🧡

Matt literally goes like this: 😌👉🏻👈🏻 “Hey…uhm hey…wanna be my date to the gala tomorrow?” *blushies*

And you’re like “Matthew, we’ve been dating for 8 months.” “Yeah, so?” You sigh heavily. “Yes, I’ll be your date, you dork.”

He doesn’t go to anyone for help with anything. Man is so confident and he knows you love him no matter what he looks like.

But of course he cleans up for you. He dresses up all formal and uses mouth wash like 10 times. He puts on so much lotion. He got some from Lance bc his hands are always so dry. He just wants to hold your soft hand in his own soft hand, ya know?

He’s waiting outside your door for a while, giving you privacy while you get ready but being right there for you when you’re done.

Once your door slides open, he turns and now he’s looking at you like he just won the lottery.

“HOT DAMN, YOU ARE SO FINE! What did I ever do to deserve you? Oh my god, you’re so perfect. You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, did you know that? I swear, you are so precious-“ “Maaattttt, stooooopppppp.” You’re blushing so hard rn and he LOVES IT.

He walks with his arm around your shoulders, chatting with you about who is attending the event tonight and the importance of it all.

You sort of follow him around most the night, not doing much of the talking bc you’d rather listen to him talk.

He is so intelligent, just like Pidge. He uses words so big you cant even begin to imagine what half of them mean. He was so smooth with his words, the way he could spit facts about anything and everything without a second thought took your breath away.

At some point, you lost him in the crowd. He was busy, he was working to protect the universe. You understand. This is more than just a party.

You wander outside for some fresh air and a break from all the loud banter. Matt is meeting you out there within minutes.

“Hey. You alright?” He rests a hand on your upper back, rubbing his thumb back and forth between your shoulder blades. “Yep! Just…need a break.” “Yeah, I get it. It’s overwhelming.”

He turns and looks over his shoulder before he waves, a big smile on his face. “Oh hey! Yeah, this is (Y/N), my partner. The one I was telling you about.” He’s introducing you to an ally of the coalition who he’d just met earlier this evening.

You can’t help but smile, your heart pounding in your chest. He was talking about you to someone here tonight? What was he saying? Did he just call you his partner??? You’ve never actually heard him call you that. You’re so blushy and flattered and happy.

After a brief meeting, the visitor leaves you two alone. You pull Matt into a hug, squeezing him as tight as you can.

“You know I love you, right?” “Yes. You know I love YOU, right?” “Yeah, I know.” “Good, don’t you ever forget it.” You can decide who said what. Either way, y’all are so in love it’s not even funny.

[lheslie]

Are you able to give content where he has two kids? Where one is a mini him and the other one is his mini lovers, like say for example day and night? If your not that's okay but I ENJOY YOUR WRITING PLEASE KEEP IT UP I WILL HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN IF THERE'S NO OTHER TAEHOON FF TO READ your ffs have gotten me into it, I enjoy your content a lot🥹❤️

Carbon Copies

Requested by: Anon!

Hope you like it!!!

Ever since you gave birth to your children, Taehoon had gain a parental instinct to protect his two children like his father did.

But nothing prepared him when his two kids are growing up to be exact copies of the two of you.

He sees you both in them, and it melts his heart. He likes watching them play together, holding hands.

Whenever your daughter cries because she accidentally tripped, your son will beat the thing that made her sister trip.

Taehoon wasn't a fan of taking pictures, but he just wanted these things to last forever in his mind.

Especially whenever he goes out with the kids he really likes watching them help each other out.

Your kids always hold hands together,

your daughter is always the one who runs torwards danger, and your son is always the one making sure that nothing happens to her.

Sometimes they do fight, and your daughter cries, your son also cries while saying sorry.

But what Taehoon loves the most is when both kids mimic him while he practices Taekwondo.

What he loves the most is when your daughter yells "Hiya!" While she punches a punching bag.

And when your son gets injured, your daughter will come and help to apply medicine.

"There there big brother is ok" She coos as she pats her brother.

He knows that both of them will become Taekwondo geniuses one day.

[urhoneycombwitch]

Hiya I remember awhile ago you did a blurb with autistic!reader and I was wondering if you’d be open to doing another one? I haven’t found many fics with an autistic reader and would love love love to see more ❤️

foreword: thanks for requesting, anon. autistic!reader is very close to my heart <3 this is based on personal experience with autistic shutdowns, I obviously do not speak for the entire autistic community as this looks differently for everyone, but hopefully some of you can find yourselves reflected here.

cw: descriptions of autistic shutdown, R goes nonverbal, gender neutral!R, pet names are used

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You can feel it coming from a mile away- that slow, sticky, sinking feeling that starts in your stomach and ends trapped in your throat.

Words come fewer and far between, near the end of your shift- everything feels too loud and too bright and too much.

In the relative quiet of the driver’s seat, you idle in the parking lot, head thunked against the worn headrest, hands limp on the wheel. It’s like someone is walking through the halls of your brain, flicking off all the light switches as they go, leaving you empty and hollowed out.

Starting the drive towards home, you will yourself to feel something, anything, but know from experience that’s not how this works- you’re gonna have to ride the wave. Which normally would leave you feeling claustrophobic and panicky, but right now, you barely have the energy to keep your eyes on the road.

Hawkins is lush and blooming with spring, wildflowers growing alongside the roads, daisies poking out from the cool shade the row of trailers provides. It’s usually your favorite time of year, the sun easing any leftover aches from winter- but as you step out into the cool air, work bag slung over one shoulder, the sun can’t touch the dark shroud of your mind.

The trailer smells like heady herbs and spices, steam billowing from stovetop pots; Eddie’s monitoring them closely, wooden spoon dipping between the two to stir. When he hears the front door close, he half-turns to you, keeping his eye line on the stove- “Hey, sweetheart- pasta’s almost ready then I’ll kiss ya. Want parmesan on yours?”

“Mhm.” A soft noise, in the back of your throat, just barely louder than the buzz of the overhead fan. “I’m gonna… change.”

The words feel clunky, like you’re chewing on them before letting them out, leaving them thin and stretched; you don’t give Eddie time to engage in more conversation, moving at what you hope is a normal and not strangely-slow pace down the hall.

It’s quieter, in your room, the clanking of kitchen noises dimmed by the half-closed door. Your work bag drops with a thunk to the carpet. With movements syrupy-slow, you sit on the edge of the bed, toeing off your shoes, not bothering to strip off your jean jacket before curling onto your side, facing the wall.

Your hands cup the insides of your elbows, absently squeezing, your vision fuzzy with paint-chipped wall, the corner of a Dio poster. The overhead light is searingly bright, humming with energy, but you’re not ready to close your eyes and give in just yet, wanting to delay the strange and upsetting dreams that are sure to plague your sleep tonight.

Distantly, you hear the kitchen fan go quiet, then some more clanking, heavy footsteps down the hall- and then the click and subsequent gentle darkness of the bedroom light getting turned off.

With all the sources of indoor noise gone, you can track Eddie’s path through the room easily- first he cracks open the window, the far-off sound of birds twittering, a gust of sunset-tinged air breezing in; then he clicks on the bedside lamp, a glow much warmer and softer than the overhead light settling into the room.

”Oh, baby,” he murmurs, deep-timbered voice rich with compassion and worry. Under normal circumstances it’d bring you to tears.

You feel the mattress dip under Eddie’s weight before he asks, “Can I hold you?”

When you manage another hum, Eddie stretches out behind you on the mattress, your body molding easily into him. His arms wrap gentle but firm around your middle, legs slotting into the space made by your stacked knees, his chin resting securely over the crown of your head.

Your breaths come easier, with the pressure of his body; Eddie smells good, familiar- like spiced deodorant, cooking basil, lingering cigarette-smoke. You can feel his voice vibrating from where his throat is pressed into you as he speaks again.

”Thought something might be up when you got home- either that or you were trying a new method to break the time loop I was trapped in, ‘cuz that’s the only other reason I can think of as to why you wouldn’t kiss me immediately.”

He’s teasing, and while you can’t bring yourself to laugh, you slip your hand into one of his, fingers interlacing, giving him a little squeeze.

Eddie returns the gesture, rings cold but quickly warming against the back of your hand. “Your mean ol’ brain lock you out again?”

When you hum again in weary admission, Eddie clucks his tongue, pulling you into himself a bit tighter- “Gonna look around for that damn key, it’s gotta be around here somewhere. Y’know, if you wanted me on my hands and knees you could’ve just said so.”

Another squeeze from you, returned as Eddie lifts his head to press his lips to the side of yours. “I’m gonna help you out of this jacket, get you something comfy to wear, and then we’re gonna eat our pasta in bed because we are goddamn grown-ups with grown-up privileges. Sound like a plan?”

You nod, and Eddie reluctantly moves away from the warmth of your body, pressing another kiss to your exposed cheek before going over to rummage through the dresser drawers for some pajamas.

The tightness in your chest loosens, just slightly, but enough to draw in a full breath for the first time in hours.

The fog in your mind remains, but as Eddie starts telling you about his next campaign plans, filling the air with a steady and welcome stream of chatter, you feel light in the distance, a bit of hope leaking through the dark.

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Baby Roy Coming Out

Requested: hiya! i was wondering if you could do some Roy sibling headcanons regarding them realizing they are lgbtq+/being in their first (openly) lgbtq+ relationship :3 this blog gives me so much joy, thank you for all that you do!! 💚💚💚 - anon

Requested: Headcanon/fic request :) What if baby Roy came out to their siblings as part of the lgbt+ community? How do you think they would react? Would they be comforting or confused? Especially since most are involved in a conservative news conglomerate. - anon

Requested: Hi! i love your baby roy fics❤️ could i requests baby roy coming out as queer to the sibs? i think it would be so interesting to know their reactions and how logan may have influenced those. thank you so much🫶🫶 - anon

Requested: ooooh! what if baby Roy was queer in some way? - anon

A/N: Happy pride month, my loves!!! These were all requests from months ago, I'm so sorry it took me this long!!! I never actually came out to my family. I've told friends and (accidentally) a few cousins lol, just not my mom/grandparents/etc. It just feels like it's my business and not anyone else's. Still, I am absolutely in love with this idea! I kept things pretty general so that a larger amount of people could relate rather than focused solely on a single gender/sexuality specifically! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Connor doesn't really understand what you mean. Connor is much older than you and the rest of your siblings. He was brought up in a different time. He doesn't really understand beyond the basics. Still, you're his baby. He wants to know everything about you, he wants there to be no secrets between you. So, that means doing lots of Googling and ending up on some sketchy, inappropriate websites. The next time he sees you, and you're able to get a moment alone, he pulls out his list of questions he has for you. Some things you can explain, others you have to figure out before you get back to him. You're still new to all of this. None of you were introduced to relationships and people and expressions that were different than heterosexual and cisgender. You still have a lot of questions and feelings and self-doubts that you have to work through before you can figure out these obscure references your brother has found on the internet. He's so proud of you, that he makes clear, even if he is a little confused. He gets you a little flag and hangs his own outside of his home. No one ever visits him besides you, so you're the only one who sees it. He wants to go to your local Pride and parade you around. Connor loves you, you're his baby. Regardless of your differences, he will always be there for you. Always.

Kendall thinks you're doing this for attention. That all of this is a phase you'll grow out of and realize you were wrong about. You don't officially come out to him. You know better. It's Connor who tells him when you start dressing differently/inviting potential partners over who are more than just friends. Kendall can't wrap his head around it. He doesn't understand that you were born this way, this is who you've always been, and not just a decision you made one day. He doesn't really get that being lgbtq+ isn't a choice. As far as he can understand, you're doing this to get (the wrong kind of) attention from Logan. That you want to be different and act out and so you're doing this. It doesn't matter that you're a rational adult just coming to terms with who you are, he still sees you as an irrational little kid. Connor tries to help by explaining the different colors in the flag/s, but that just makes him more confused and when he's confused he gets angry. When you fight, because when do the Roy siblings not fight, it's the first thing he brings up as a means of saying you're not as adult as you think you are if you're going to live your life like this. It's like a slap to the face every time. When they were married, Rava tried to get him to understand this isn't what he thinks it is, but nothing and no one can get through to him. He is your Mini Logan. There's no getting through to him about the matter.

Shiv is trying to be as comforting as possible. You were a teenager when you came out to her. You were full of so many confusing feelings, feeling you couldn't vocalize to anyone until it just sort of came out. Luckily, it was Shiv you said it to and not Kendall or your father. You were so upset, distressed, lost, she figured comforting you would be first and then addressing what you said. Shiv wasn't bothered by what you had said, who you said you were. She knew plenty of lgbtg+ people in college. She even went to a few gay clubs just to party. Still, she was of the mind that you were maybe a little too young to really know what those words meant. She said this, which, in the moment, broke your heart. Your sister, the person you went to when you were having friendship problems and disagreement with your father, truly believed you were too young to have figured this out about yourself. For so many years you thought there was something wrong with you, and you finally had words to describe it, and this is all she had to say? Of course, as the years go on, and you're more open about who you are in this family, she recognizes she might have been wrong. She would never admit to that, of course. She'll always be the first person you came out to. It's not a great story to have, but the hurt lessens as time goes on and you realize, though you have always known, your family isn't caught up with the times. They can say they're progressive, but it's in name only.

The first thing Roman does is list off as many crude jokes as he can. One after the other, a few of them with slurs, until he's gotten it all out of his system. Truthfully, he doesn't really care what you do or who you do as long as it's not in front of him. He's been ridiculed by Logan, and your siblings, about his sexuality (or lack thereof) that he can't understand why you're willingly telling him this thing about you that will make you different. In his mind, you're inviting the ridicule and blame that'll come from your father (and Kendall). Why would you admit to this? Why can't you just keep it to yourself? Why can't other people just keep these kinds of things to themselves? He's not against it. He's had his fair share of crushes on all types of people. But he thinks that it's a bit much when you start dressing differently or inviting partners to events/holidays. You're making yourself a target for hate and anger and confusion. He's spent his whole life trying to shield himself from those kinds of emotions because it can lead to hurt and abuse. In his mind, you coming out just invites these feelings and issues, leaving you vulnerable. He cringes every time you tell someone new because he fears it'll lead to blame and ridicule. He doesn't understand why you have to be so open about this when, for decades, people like you lived in secret? What's so hard about keeping it a secret? It's safer that way.

[madomens]

Hiya!!! I was the anon who requested the original cute texts from Noah and I love them so far! Can't wait for pt 4.!!!!

Can we also get cute texts from the rest of the guys?? 😊✨❤️

thank you for starting the best series🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

folio texts 🤭🤭

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hiya! Recently been getting into the Ridgeside Mod, and more into the ninja quests... May i request (Some) Vanilla Bachelor/ettes Spouse reactions to the Farmer getting more involved with the Ninjas / Cult of the Lady with the Red Tail? Like for instance the Farmer starts wearing Ninja Clothing, Not showing up to the Valley Events To Help out The Cult, Becoming more Closed off/ Secretive? Stuff like that, Thank you so much for your consideration!! :3c Love your Writing!!

Eeyyyyyyy, thank you for your ask and kind words, dear anon 😊❤️ Glad toy like my silly headcanons! So, have some more! Enjoy! 🫰

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When Farmer started dressing up in the Cult's clothes, Emily showed no concern, but instead showed enthusiasm for her spouse's "new cool style". She even offered to make a black cloak so Farmer can look even more mysterious. But as the skipping of events like the Flower Dance began, Emily was already starting to get a little worried. Had something happened in their job of adventurer? Farmer was becoming a little distant... The blue-haired girl is trying to show that she's willing to listen to Farmer, because surely something bad has happened.

Usually Tuesday and Thursday were the days when Harvey and Farmer were busy almost all day (the doctor at the clinic and Farmer in Ridgeside Village), and on the other days the couple made time for each other. Now Farmers are going to the neighbouring settlement almost every day, and they almost always return wounded. Harvey realises that Farmer is unlikely to share the reason for their visit in connection with their adventurer activities (he doesn't know about the Cult), but he asks them to carry a first aid kit. Or to turn to Paula for help.

Hey, why does the Farmer act like Abigail doesn't notice anything? She's not stupid, you know, and she sees everything! The way her spouse has started to go off "on business" more often at Ridgeside Village, the way they've stopped talking about all their adventures.... Something interesting has happened, hasn't it? And they don't want to share the news even with their own wife? Well, Abby won't give up so easily. She's certainly not going to follow them, absolutely not, toooootaly.

With each day that Farmer leaves just about every house and goes to Ridgeside Village until late in the evening, Shane begins to think that the reason is not because of their "super very important assignment they can't talk about". That feeling was gone after he and Farmer got married, but now it's back and increasingly sowing a seed of insecurity in Shane's heart. They... they'd found someone else, hadn't they? Someone better? No, then Farmer would have been blunt. But just... What else could he think, they'd grown cold to him...

Haley had waited a whole year for this event, preparing her dress, rehearsing her moves. And for what? Only to then hear from her own spouse the morning hours BEFORE the Flower Dance that they were leaving for Ridgeside Village. Again. Haley will get terribly upset and give Farmer a VERY serious talking to because not only have they started hiding things, but they're also setting their wife up. So she's going to find out what's going on with Farmer. Right here, right now. No buts!

Aaaaawwww, what? Farmer, why can't Sam go with you? He wouldn't mind visiting Ridgeside Village with his spouse and hanging out there for a while. Having a lunch at the Pika's, check out Phillip's new comic book edition. Hmm? Farmer going into the woods instead of the village? Isn't it dangerous out there? He knows his spouse continues to protect everyone as an adventurer, and that's mega cool! Just... be careful out there, okay? After all, he knows his dear Farmer is strong, but he still worried about them.

[heavenlymorals]

based on the previous ask you answered about if arthur’s partner were the one diagnosed with tb - do you think he knows how to do the chores the women do? the laundry etc.

grimshaw’s been with them for a long time, do you think she forced him (and john) to learn those domestic tasks when they were younger? i imagine she did but i’m curious to hear your thoughts!

Hiya anon ❤️❤️ Thanks for the ask ❤️

I also adore asks like these because it gives me good opportunities to dissect gender dynamics then and even now, so thank you.

See, an answer that makes sense would be this- yes, Arthur is raised in a harsh lifestyle and should be able to do any domestic chore. Another answer that would make sense would be that Grimshaw would teach him, or even Hosea and Dutch would teach him domestic skills like sewing, mending, etc. And I do believe this. I do believe that even prior to Grimshaw, the men had to take care of themselves both work wise and domestically. I just believe that they didn't do it often because women were there to do "women's work". We see this in the camp dynamics.

We got to remember that Hosea, Dutch, and Arthur were all by themselves for a long while, so that means they had to take care of themselves so yes, they very well would've done those chores, but at the same time, given how toxic gender roles can get and how they can literally change how a person functions in their day to day life, they might just ignored it, or passed it on to a laundry woman or seamstress if their clothes were ripped. I doubt they'd take the time and effort to actually do that stuff, and if they did do it, they'd probably do it inefficiently. This is due to how men generally weren't taught those skills growing up, as they had to focus on other more work- based skills whilst women took care of the domesticity.

This is also where male incompetence can arise. Because men get raised without having to do such chores, they become clueless if presented with having to do it. It's quite sad honestly. So many women in so many cultures, even the ones that are deemed more progressive like western Europe or the USA, have to deal with male incompetence. The world is generally shifting to where women MUST work to support the home but because of gender roles, they are also expected to then come home and clean and cook in many cultures.

And speaking of male incompetence, one of the reasons why the temperance movement died out was because the women who were protesting against consumption of alcohol weren't in the homes and male incompetence made their husbands unable to take care of themselves and the house whilst they were gone.

Now of course, in the 1800s, it was different as the men were generally expected to be the only ones to provide, but the point still stands.

So I do think that Arthur KNOWS how to do all those things, but maybe not perfectly, because of the life he had to live and how self reliant he had to be, but he generally doesn't do it because he knows that a woman in the camp would take care of it.

I think the same would be the case if he had a partner.

However, since this ask was piggybacking off my TB ask, if his partner was sick and dying of TB, he'd make sure to do those chores instead to make sure you don't have to work too hard (1800s laundry was actually so exhausting omg).

Thank you for the ask anon, love asks like these ❤️❤️❤️

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #183

Not specific lost fics, but I’ve spent weeks looking for fics likes these and haven’t really managed to find any, so we’re throwing them out in the hope our followers know of some!…

1. Hiii! First I want to say how much I appreciate the work you guys do, I'm sure it's very time consuming and you do it so well and are so organized!! Do you have any fics about Aziraphale being shorter than Crowley, or Crowley being shorter than Aziraphale? I love some height difference. Thank you!! - anon

2. hiya! do you know of any fics that have an aziraphale corruption arc or aziraphale turning against crowley? i was specifically thinking post s2 (aziraphale becoming more like s1 gabriel?) but could be set whenever & not explicit if possible. thank you for all your hard work! - anon

3. Hi! I am in search of fics in which Aziraphale and/or Crowley are afraid of being punished by God (instead of the more common fear of Heaven/Hell retribution trope) or think they are going to be punished by God. I'm more of an Hurt/Comfort person so I would prefer if their fear was misplaced but honestly at this point I would take Hurt No Comfort with this trope. I apologize if my request is too niche or difficult. Thank you so much for what you do for the fandom! - anon

4. Hay not sure if this has been asked before but, do you know of any lost media/somewhat lost media? (Im not Even sure if the good omens fandom has lost media) - anon

5. Hi, I love what you do here! Great Job! It's reaIly useful❤️ I was recently looking for good fanfictions that involve cross-overs with Good Omens and Stranger Things! I know that I could look on AO3 from the filter... and I will probably try that. But I wanted to know if there were some Masterpieces that I'm not seeing and if you were so kind to direct me towards them❤️ I hope this is not so bothering for you❤️ - anon

If you know any of fics like these please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[roses-r-rosie3]

Hiya there! ♡🦊

How are you doing?

I would like to request a gender neutral!reader x Wally West! (I read your pinned post but if things changed and you're now comfortable only with male reader I am absolutely up for it as well)

I am horribly in need of fluff, soft moments, etc. So, if you're willing to write something about reader and Wally moving in together, learning even more about each other woth that, wearing each other clothes to relax at home, etc. If that's something you're up for as well!

All in all thank you for what you already wrote, I am having a blast! And as an enby (who tries very hard to look more masc because nature was mean to me) it's really lovely to read things that are more aligned with me, than usual fem readers where reader is so hyper feminine that it makes me nearly dysphoric haha.

Take care and have a beautiful week ahead! ♡♡🦊🦊

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Wally West x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/n 1: Hey anon! I’m seriously so glad that I could make you feel comfortable! This really means so much to me 😭❤️🫶

A/n 2: This request was also so genuinely fun to write😭

f/f = Favorite Food

Quote: “Well, I love you to the mountains and back. To the far, far hills and around Europe and Australia back to the states, China and all the way back to Korea. And I love you to the clouds and through the universe, across Mars all the way to the sun and back”

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You and Wally have been talking about moving in with each other since the day you first started dating. You couldn’t help but imagine how fun it would be to live with Wally. He was sweet, caring, loving, funny, and goofy! Why wouldn’t you want to live with him!

But now that your dream was actually becoming a reality, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy. You and Wally had saved enough money for 5 years and finally found your dream home. The two of you had everything planned out, from what to your living room, kitchen, bedroom, backyard, and even your bathroom would look like!

You and Wally packed all your stuff and belongings into some boxes (with some help of both of your parents and friends of course) and packed it into the moving truck. You and Wally said your goodbye to your family and friends before going into your car and driving to the house.

The trip there was a blast. You and Wally played music in the car, practically screaming the lyrics to every song as you drove to your dream house. Both you and Wally had seen the house before, but seeing it together made the both of you speechless.

The both of you walked inside, exploring the house together. Yep, this is definitely where you wanted to spend your whole life with Wally. A few days later, the moving truck finally arrived. After everything was set up and complete, the place finally felt like home.

The first day you and Wally spent in the house, you both decided to cuddle together on the couch, eating some snacks while watching tv. Wally snuggled his head close to your chest, taking in your scent as a warm blanket covered the both of you. The two of you eventually fell asleep on the couch, in the middle of some random romcom.

When the two of you woke up, the popcorn bowl had somehow spilled all over the blanket and Wally’s hair. Wally was a bit whiny when he found the pieces of popcorn in his hair, but when you decide to eat the piece of popcorn from his hair, the two of you started laughing your asses off.

That day, while Wally was watching the tv, you decided to surprise him with a dinner date. The two of you ate the (f/f) that you had made, while laughing and talking about random stuff. This time, the two of you didn’t sleep on the couch, and actually slept in your shared bedroom for the first time.

The moment you and Wally changed into your pjs and went into bed together, and fell fast asleep. When the you woke up, you found Wally snuggling against your chest with his arms wrapped around your body. You were originally planning to make Wally breakfast in bed but with him lying on you like this, you didn’t know if you could even try!

You slowly tried to move but each time, Wally would pull you closer, his grip seeming to get tighter with each attempt. But when you finally got out of his grasps, he let out a whine.

“Y/n come back to bed and snuggle with me” Wally complained.

“Oh come on you big baby, I’m making you breakfast in bed” you laughed.

That seemed to shut Wally up, because he fell dead asleep, while hugging the pillow you were laying on. When you finally got done making breakfast, you set it on a tray (idk what to call it) and walked into your shared bedroom. When you opened the door you saw Wally sitting upright on the bed, seemingly to have waited for you to be done.

“Finally you came” Wally giggled.

“Did I not make the kings breakfast fast enough?” You teased.

“No you did not” Wally said jokingly as you set down the tray of food in front of him.

“Oh, then I guess I should leave while the king eats his food then…”

“No wait! Stay in here with me! I wanna talk to you while I eat” Wally whined.

“Fine, but just let me go get my plate” you smiled.

After you got your plate of breakfast, you quickly joined Wally in your bed. Wally immediately started to talk about some new movies that were about to come out as he shoved some food into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to laugh a hit at Wally’s energy. His bright smile, his gleaming eyes, his dimples… sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky.

When the two of you finished your breakfast, Wally even helped you clean up. You and Wally sat down on the couch, finishing up the tv show you were watching. Wally snuggled next to you once again while the two of you were watching. You ended up learning that Wally had a habit sniffing your clothes, to calm him down even more than he already was.

By the time the two of you finished your tv show, it was already lunch time! So you quickly decided to make some grilled cheese (if you don’t like grilled cheese just replace that with whatever you like). After the two of you were done eating, you decided to take a long nap, that lasted until dinner time.

For dinner, you and Wally decided to order some takeout. The two of you decided to take a quick little shower together while you waited for the food to arrive. After the two of you were done showering, you thought it would be funny if you and Wally could switch clothes.

When you mentioned it to Wally, he was immediately esthetic and said yes instantly. As soon as you put Wally’s shirt on, it felt like heaven. Not too long later, the takeout arrived and the two of you sat on the couch and immediately dug in while watching yet another movie.

“Wally” you said.

“Hm?”

“I love you so much, dating you was one of the best decisions of my life” you smiled.

“Well, I love you to the mountains and back. To the far, far hills and around Europe and Australia back to the states, China and all the way back to Korea. And I love you to the clouds and through the universe, across Mars all the way to the sun and back” Wally smiled back cheekily before pulling you in for a kiss.

(AND YES THAT WAS A ROSÈ REFERENCE)

Live footage of the reader after Wally said that:

YEP THIS WAS THE MAN YOU WERE DEFINITELY MEANT TO BE WITH.

[lyranova]

Hello, congratulations on 900 followers❤️

Can I pls request for Fuegoleon x reader with fairy tale au? Omg omg imagine a little mermaid au!!! Where Fuegoleon is a prince and reader is an ethereally beautiful mermaid in love with him pls!✨❤️

Hiya anon! Thank you so much! So, the Little Mermaid movie AU is…pretty heavily saturated by a different ship so I decided to try and come up with something original as I didn’t want to accidentally get characterizations mixed up and such. Fue will still be a prince and reader a mermaid, but in an original setting. But I still hope you enjoy 🥰!

Taglist: @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

Word Count: 657

Warnings: None

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“ Well, if it isn’t the prince again,” You called playfully as you watched him walk along the dock towards you. “ Finally decided to join me?”

Fuegoleon Vermillion, the Prince of Clover, chuckled and shook his head as he reached the end of the dock.

“ Not today I’m afraid,” He said as he sat down. “ I have a meeting I need to attend in about an hour.”

You pouted a bit, but nodded understandingly.

“ I understand, I have to attend meetings too sometimes,” You said softly, and that made him tilt his head a bit.

“ I didn’t think Merpeople had meetings.” He muttered in slight confusion, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“ Well, we do,” You told him with a chuckle. “ After all; the only difference between us are legs and fins.”

Fuegoleon nodded slowly. The more you told him about the underwater kingdom and its people, the more he started to realize that there really was very little that was different between you.

“ Also that you can breathe and speak underwater, while we humans cannot.” He pointed out, and you blinked in surprise before nodding.

“ Fair point.”

You placed your arms on the wooden dock and hoisted yourself up and out of the water to sit beside him.

“ What’re you doing?” He asked in surprise as he moved over to give you some room, you turned towards him and tilted your head.

“ Since you can’t go swimming with me today, I thought I would come up here and join you.” You explained as though it were obvious.

“ Are you sure that’s wise? What if your gills dry out?” He asked, his voice full of concern as he turned to fully face you.

You shook your head.

“ They won’t,” You told him softly. “ And if they do then I can easily jump back into the water.”

You could see the clear concern on his face as he looked at you; and a gentle smile worked its way onto your face as you reached out and gently cupped his face, making him blink in surprise.

“ I’m glad that you worry about it; but I’ll be fine.”

He sighed as his eyes closed while leaning into your touch.

“ I know, I know,” He began softly as he slowly opened his eyes. “ It’s just…everytime I see you out of water I remember what happened that day and I…become anxious.”

You nodded slowly as you recalled the day that he found you wrapped up in a fisherman's net, barely clinging to life on the shore…

“ I know, and if our roles were reversed I would feel the same as you,” You told him as your thumb gently caressed his cheek. “ but I’m fine now, you got there in time to save me.”

“ But what if I hadn’t?”

“ But you did.”

Fuegoleon chuckled as he saw a stern yet fierce look in your eye that told him this was not up for debate any more. You were fine, alive, and safe. So while worrying about you was okay, he shouldn’t overdo it.

Eventually he sighed in defeat.

“ Alright, you win.” He told you, and you chuckled.

“ Don’t I always?” You asked teasingly before a leather bound book sitting beside him caught your eye. “ Is that a new book?”

“ It is,” Fuegoleon began as he reached out towards it. “ I saw it in the bookshop today and I thought you might like it.”

You tilted your head curiously.

“ Oh? And what is it about?” You asked and leaned over to look at the cover.

Fuegoleon chuckled.

“ It’s about a mermaid who fell in love with a human.” He told you softly, his purple eyes glancing over at you.

You smiled warmly.

“ Is that so?” You questioned with a hum. “ How will it end, I wonder?” You looked over at him, your gaze warm, affectionate, and playful.

The look in them was mirrored to perfection in Fuegoleon’s eyes.

“ There’s only one way to find out.”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hiya! The same person that requested Gorou here! Would you be okay with writing something about Itto? He's one of my favorite characters! Well that is mostly becouse he was the first 5 star I ever got so I am just a little biased, but still I ❤️ him!

Also not sure if you are okay with stuff like that, but if you are, could I be called 🐶 anon?

Yes you totally could be an anon! Congrats on being my first one and tysm for another request :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including mentions of kidnapping, mentions of being held hostage, two-sided behavior, stalking, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Itto is a lot smarter than he looks. Despite the goofy, uncaring attitude he usually puts on, he’s well aware of everything that happens around him, especially things concerning you. It’s why he seems to always know where you are, popping up randomly any moment you may find yourself alone. If there are other people alone, he behaves as he normally does, his loud, brash nature making passerby’s roll their eyes. But when it’s really just the two of you, that’s the time he enjoys the most. He loves to see the way your eyes widen, the way your heart seems to sink and your chest clenches as he describes the life he imagines for you. Where you’re his and his only to see. To keep housebound while he does all the things a proper husband should do. You’ll help him raise a new generation of Red Oni, whether you can bear children or not. You’ll be his perfect house-spouse, just as he knew you were meant to be the second he laid eyes on you. He tells you about how he doesn’t care how long it’ll take, he’s waited this long and he’ll wait as long as it takes to ensure you are his. He just can’t help it, you’re so sweet and soft compared to him. And don’t even consider telling anyone, they’d never believe you but he wouldn’t like you acting out in such a way. It’s disrespectful to go against the wishes of the head of the house.