#star wars show reqs

[aurora-starwars]

Has anyone actually watched the Resitance show? Like the whole two seasons?

Like is it worth it? Did you like It????

Anything I should know about it?

Because I tried and I was so bored, should I be sticking it out???

I stuck it out with rebels and it turned out to be one of my fav shows

[stealingpotatoes]

Kat ko-fi requested anakin-raises-leia-au Leia hanging out w Aunt Soka and Uncle Obi-Wan!

(ko-fi requests are open!!)

[cryiling]

u guys should give me tbb drawing requests 🤭

[azsazz]

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Eris x Rhysands!Sister Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Literally in love with every fic you write. I know your requests are closed but in the future, could you write something where Eris and the reader see each other and there’s a lot of tension and they’re secretly mates but no one knows? I’m curious to see how you’d end it!

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1,428

[Part One]

Notes: Obsessing over this one.

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You swallow harshly at your brother’s question, eyes darting over to catalogue your mate. You try not to startle in your seat when a wall of harsh autumn winds slams between your bond. He’s only protecting you; you must remind yourself. There’s a fine tremble to your hands, so you clench them together in your lap. 

Azriel notes the move, your restlessness as Rhysand stares down your mate like these are his last moments on this plane of existence. You have no idea what Rhysand’s going to do to Eris, but with the thick darkness rolling from his shoulders and slowly filling the room, whatever it might be will not be good.

You cannot let that happen. 

“Rhysand—"

Your brother holds up a hand, his glare swinging towards you. The thin line of betrayal ringing his eyes makes your stomach roil. You hadn’t meant to break his trust and you never intended on keeping secrets from him, but with the courts on the edge of war…

“Do. Not. Speak.” Rhysand’s demand is a death knell of its own. When you were young, you remember how he’d always been the one to listen to any of your problems, even when they felt silly. He would always offer you a solution if you were looking for one, or a piece of cake if you only wanted to wallow in your feelings. 

The smell of burning wood answers his harsh words. 

Cassian shifts in his seat, eyeing Eris. He leans further back in his chair and places his hand on the table, the wicked curve of the short blade clutched firmly in his hand pointing directly at your mate.

Your bond flares, eyes going hard at the sight of the threat to your mate. You’re ready to jump out of your seat, scramble across the table to tackle the male, no matter how much you consider him family. You know all of Cassian’s weak spots, and your gaze is calculating as you decide which maneuver will draw him away from your mate.

The single look Eris sends you keeps you from reacting. 

Instead, you settle back in your seat, showing Eris your unfaltering trust for him. You will allow your mate to say his piece to your brother. You might be crossing your arms over your chest with a hard look all your own, but you will heed Eris’ silent ask of you.

Eris is a mask of nonchalance, and you wish he hadn’t blocked you from his feelings, but it’s better this way. He cannot have your reactions to your brother muddling his own feelings. It’s safer for the both of you to keep to yourself right now, no matter how much you hate the idea of being apart from him like this.

“I will ask you once more,” Rhysand’s voice is filled with smoke. “How long have you been putting your filthy fucking hands on my sister.”

Something flares in Eris’ russet eyes that makes you want to bite, to snarl at your brother for his cruelness. You gnaw the insides of your cheeks to keep from snapping. 

“Would hearing that answer please you, High Lord?” Eris snarks back. He sits easily in his seat as if this isn’t an interrogation at all, as if they’re all bantering over the weather and Rhysand isn’t looking at him like he’s about to unleash the beast within him that he keeps on a short chain. The only give to Eris’ temper are the burnt handprints on the armrests of the chair he’s lounging in. “To know that the fires of autumn light the stars of night?” 

You want to hiss at him for his words. You should’ve known better that Eris would do nothing but taunt your brother. He is nowhere near as powerful as Rhys, especially since he is still under the rule of his father, but his specialty is that mouth of his. 

You try not to think about how he uses that mouth when he’s with you, the yearning for him flooding your body so deeply you clench your thighs together. Another motion that Azriel tracks, cocking his head a little as he watches you with that unnervingly stoic face of his. You shoot him a pleading look but are unable to make out how he reads into your pleas not to hurt your mate.

Rhysand bares his teeth in warning. The flare of his nostrils and the stars winking out of his eyes tells you that he’s moments away from unleashing his wrath upon Eris.

“Two years,” you blurt and all gazes swing your way. You don’t look at anyone else except for Eris, your eyes soft and pleading. His eyes flicker back and forth between yours and his shoulders slump a little, cracking the steel trap blocking your bond to send down a cool rush of apology that you accept with a soft nod. “We’ve been mated for two years.” 

There’s a sharp exhale coming from your brother but you can’t look away from your mate. Two years since you offered him that dessert from your favorite bakery the one time you’d been able to sneak away from your brother and his friends to meet Eris at the portal where Night crossed into Autumn. 

Two years of fiery, passionate nights, hidden away in your own solace. Two years of a fresh breath of autumn, of copper hair and russet eyes and the warmest hands you’ve ever had the pleasure of touching. Two years of unyielding loyalty. Two years of too much time spent apart—

No more. You won’t have it. Rhysand can act as protective older brother as much as he wants but it isn’t going to stop you from being with Eris any longer.

Darkness of your own ekes out of you as you plant your hands on the smooth surface of the table and rise. You stare Rhysand down as the tendrils of black wind around his, Azriel, and Cassian’s wrists, pinning them to their spots. You are in no way matching Rhysand’s power, but he seems at a loss for words as you stand up for yourself, watching with those all too calculating feline eyes of his, allowing you your time.

Stalking around the table, you don’t break the High Lord’s gaze. You hold your chin high even if there’s a pinch of terror in your gut for this continued betrayal to your brother, to your court. But he has no idea what you’ve given up for this bond, how you’ve suffered being kept from your mate. 

One day, you hope Rhysand will understand. Will understand why you halt a step behind where your mate is still trapped to his chair. Why you place a hand on his shoulder, the feeling of him after so long filling your lungs to maximum capacity. You haven’t ben able to breathe fully since you’ve been away from each other. 

He’ll understand why it is that your actions look like you’re swearing fealty to another court, when you’ve already been a patron of autumn ever since you and Eris completed your mating bond. 

“What are you—“ Your brother breathes when he realizes the severity of what you’re doing.

“I will not be kept from my mate any longer.” Your words are loud and sure. You think you’ve done a good job at standing up to Rhysand, until his eyes flicker and the house shakes on its studs.

All of the air is sucked from the room at your words. The strip of skin you’re touching on Eris’ neck warms, but it does little to settle you. You’re not out of the clear yet.

Slowly, all too slowly, Rhysand leans back in his seat. The way he’s looking at you makes you shift in your spot, the disbelief and  in his eyes a bright streak before he snuffs it out, returning to the easy role of High Lord he’s practices meticulously for centuries. 

It hurts to see.

With a careless flick of his hand he breaks through your shadows with ease. All of the darkness in the room dissipates, ever faithful to their master. You only hold an ounce of power compared to him. 

The corner of his mouth curves, and if it’s a smirk or a snarl you don’t know, but neither is as harrowing as the words that slip past his lips. “I wonder which will get you killed faster—your loyalty or your love.” Rhysand stands, turning his back on you as he stalks towards the door. “Get out of my court.”

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[bvttoneyes]

"I Have a Bad Feeling About This"

sum! (HC) how the boys would react seeing their s/o in a star wars shirt

tw! nerds

ok so this is based off the fact i was wearin a star wars shirt today (same one as in the picture) n did think abt them n how absolutley FERAL they would go. btw yall r fake why r their like no ethan fanfics, finest in the show n everyone writes/reqs benny...

ETHAN:

-absolutely feral.

-remember that scene in aladdin where genie's eyes pop out and tongue is on the ground? HIM. HIM WALKING IN SCHOOL TO SEE THAT.

-will literally stare at you like a deer in headlights.

-telling him that you've seen all the star wars movies...

-now that he knows this he's going to invite you (force you... lmao im so funny) to go to the star wars marathons ethan, benny, and rory have.

-if you go js know they know every line to every movie.

-he went up to you when he saw the shirt and said "i have a bad feeling about this..."

-will make star wars puns with you, don't laugh. it will encourage it.

BENNY:

-also goes feral

-but instead he giggles when he sees the shirt.

-will tell you to say 5 characters (not darth vader, luke, han solo, or princess leia) so he knows you're not just wearing it as a fashion trend.

-will go up to you and have 5 star wars puns already thought of.

-he's going to argue with you over the best movie, character, etc.

-he brought you a lego set millennium falcon for may 4th.

-he tells you your the leia organa to his han solo. (hold on im tearing up)

-if you guys get in a fight he takes away your jedi honor

RORY:

-remember that scene where he like descends into the air in "Three Cheers for Evil"? yeah thats him

-i lwk hc him as somewhat autistic and star wars/trek is one of his main hyperfixations so i think he like rants to you about it.

-like he can go hours talking about it if you let him.

-couples costumes, he wants to be luke and yoda.

-he will buy you both the plastic lightsabers os you can have lightsaber fights

-will cause a fight if you say "dark vader" or "lightsaver" or just pronounce anything wrong

-he will get a matching star wars shirt with you, will also buy you matching socks... and jacket/hoodie/sweatshirt/etc.

-definitely makes you watch star trek because its "just as good"??

[slutforgarlogan]

Dates with Peter Maximoff | HC's

A/N: guys peter is genuinely my fav to write i love him sm. anyways this was based off this req, no warning today!! just cute fluffy stuff. reqs are open! <3

Short and sweet but ive returned !!

Dates Peter would SO take you on!

➳ Arcade date! we all know he would, he'd get happy when he beat your score, proving he is in fact, the best gamer ever - but he'd reward you with soda and kisses for your efforts. Would show you how to play as epic as him (minus the superspeed advantage) would stand behind u at the machines with his hands on yours showing you how to do it properly.

➳ I said it before I'll say it again: SOFTPLAY/INDOOR PLAYGROUND. just you two, chasing each other round the softplay, giggling and playfighting and stealing kisses, going down the deathslide together. Also, probably after hours when there's no one in the place, he'll just speed you guys out if you get caught.

➳ IF HES FEELING FANCY, he may take you out for a nice little meal, i think he'd take you somewhere that does all you can eat of your favourite type of food, little buffet (sushi for me guys). If he couldn't find anywhere he thought looked cool, he'd set you up a little cutesy table at home, and just buy a bunch of your favourite foods, and set them up all nice and cutesy on at the table, maybe light a candle, handpicked bouquet in the middle.

➳ DEFINITELY a movie marathon kinda guy. you'd have an abundance of snacks, both in your pj's, maybe matching ones, under blankets all cuddled up watching movies together. star wars marathon !!

➳ Peter is the type to remember things you tell him, so if you tell him there's somewhere you want to go, he'd remember, he'd get you something nice to wear, and he'd speed you over with him. He would always wait for these types of ones i think, theyre more occasions or surprises, and it'll always be a location you mentioned months and months back, but he'd remember them all and he'd make sure to take you everywhere you want to go.

[scuderiasundays]

a promise is a promise

summary: sliding into a stranger's dm's, nostalgia for your first date, and a promise sealed with a kiss + a little insta au at the end 💙

words: 1,071

a/n: my first time writing for mr. leclerc! thank you for the req, @headinthecloudssblog 🫶🏼 tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, @formulaforza, @thatsdemko, and @diorleclerc because i trust you all deeply. feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses!

Charles loved Adele and he sure wasn't shy about it. While the other racing drivers were hyping themselves up with rock, EDM, or rap, the Monegasque’s AirPods (which he often lost) were blaring “Someone Like You.” You, yourself, wondered how the powerful yet melancholy ballad could put him in the right headspace to drive at breathtaking speeds of up to 362 km/h. 

You were nothing short of euphoric when it was announced that she would be extending her exclusive residency in Las Vegas. It would be a dream come true if you could see her live during the weekend of the Las Vegas Grand Prix. However, a bitter reality crept in when you discovered the final show was scheduled for November 4, a mere two weeks before the two of you would arrive stateside. Charles would be racing at Interlagos, while you would be stuck at a clinical genetics conference in St Andrews.

“I was going to get us tickets to thank you for your service in the Great War!” You huffed as you watched Charles tie the laces of his Puma running shoes, visibly let down by the news. All of your friends thought the racing driver had used his F1 connections to get you those coveted floor seats, but they couldn’t have been more wrong. Your boyfriend had spent 18 hours in a virtual queue on one of his few days off, using multiple of his sim racing monitors to secure tickets to the Eras Tour. Arthur had mocked his older brother about how “whipped” he was, joking that he was relieved someone else’s screen time was as horrific as his own.

With a light kiss on your neck, Charles wrapped his arms around you from behind, his voice filled with affection. "It’s like this, ma chérie. I'm going for a run with Andrea," he whispered. As he headed towards the door, his shoulders slumped and his AirPods in, it became clear today's run would be more of a recovery run, a moment for him to recharge physically but more so emotionally.

Determined to bring Charles closer to his idol, you swiftly grabbed your phone from the kitchen island and opened Adele's Instagram profile. Sliding into someone's DMs had never been your style, let alone that of a Grammy-winning artist, but you figured there was nothing to lose.

"Hi, this is Y/N. I know it's unlikely that you'll ever see this, but I'm taking a leap of faith for my boyfriend Charles, who is undoubtedly your biggest fan. Our first date perfectly encapsulates his essence," you began typing, a wave of nostalgia washing over you. "He took me on the most gorgeous twilight yacht ride, accompanied by a meticulously curated playlist of his favorite songs. Upbeat songs like 'A Sky Full of Stars,' 'Pepas,' and 'Feel So Close' filled the air. But then, out of nowhere, a hauntingly beautiful piano melody began to play."

Pausing for a moment, a reminiscent smile graced your face as the memory came roaring back to life. "'Is this Adele?'" you had asked, a glass of rosé in your hand. Charles looked so at peace compared to the tense expression he sometimes wore during race weekends. He had offered you his blue Ferrari sweatshirt to ward off the evening chill and confirmed that it was indeed Adele. Charles shared that he, unlike most, found comfort in what he deemed “depressive music.”

Since that fateful evening, the British songstress' music had become an integral part of your relationship. It served as the soundtrack to your road trips, where you took turns belting ‘Rolling in the Deep.’ It sparked heated debates about whether Adele’s ‘Daydreamer’ or Sade’s ‘By Your Side’ should be your first dance song. It even led to late nights, downing espresso shots just so you could listen to her latest album the second it dropped.

You reached for your phone once again. "That night ended with Charles’ hand resting on my thigh as he drove me home to 'Make You Feel My Love.’ Your music has been the soundtrack to so many of our most intimate moments, and it would mean the world if you could find some time to perform for him," you typed, pouring your heart into the message. You added, "I know this is a long shot, but I..." before eagerly hitting the "Send" button. With a growing sense of accomplishment, you decided to run to the grocery store to pick up some fresh salmon for dinner.

Unable to keep a secret to save your life, you shared what you’d been up to with Charles. "You DM'd the queen? Je t'aime, ma belle, but I highly doubt she'll reply," he playfully teased, rolling his eyes as he wiped the dish you had just handed him.

"What if she does?" you retorted, a hint of hope in your voice. "You know how I treasure you so much I don’t even trust myself to take you on a hot lap? We’ll do it in Las Vegas if and only if Adele responds." His devilish Leclerc wink accompanied the mischievous remark, leaving you to wonder how this crazy turn of events would unfold.

Weeks passed, and with each passing day, the likelihood of a reply dwindled. Charles was away in Qatar when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. A courier stood before you, holding a grand bouquet of white roses along with a message card. Assuming it was from him, your hands trembled as you read the sign-off on the ivory white card. There it was, unmistakably etched in the most elegant script. Five letters. Adele.

You snatched the card eagerly and read it over countless times, overcome with disbelief. It turned out that Adele's devoted fan base had made her very much aware of Charles' fanboying. She expressed her delight and confirmed that she would be more than happy to sing a few songs for you over dinner so long as she could score some “cool mom points” and bring her son Angelo to the race.

Your hands trembled with sheer excitement as you shared the spectacular news with Charles. He blamed his nonexistent allergies as tears welled up in his eyes, but you saw right through his lies.

"So, you'll be taking me on that hot lap, Leclerc?" you grinned, blissed out seeing him so happy. "Bah oui, une promesse est une promesse," he replied, sealing his vow with a well-earned kiss.

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yourusername: weekends with adele (and charles) 🎰🍸❤️

fan1: “it’s true that, after a bad day, if you listen to that, you cry. you don’t feel any better. but i like it. i like the mood of depressive music.” - chuck leclerc

charles_leclerc: i have the best girlfriend in the world! tu est simplement la meilleure ❤️

adele: she’s one of a kind! thank you for letting me bear witness to your love x

yourusername: you, sir, are the love of my life. thanks for tolerating my impulsivity!

fan2: i need a charles and adele collab and i need it NOW 😤

joris_trouche: he’ll never shut up about this

charles_leclerc: prepare to be sick of me! wait, you and @andferrari007 already are 🫣

scuderiaferrari: c² music challenge but adele songs only?

carlossainz55: why play when i don’t even stand a chance 🤨

[f4iry-bell]

req for the Hawthorne brothers during Valentine’s Day pls

hii, sorry it took long, i was trying to come up with stuff. hope you like it!!!

NASH

okay, so he's definitely the type to celebrate valentine's day like a huge day. 

he would buy a red cowboy hat for her

libby would wake up with balloons filled inside their room

he's the classic type she he'd give her chocolates, teddy, a roses

and not just that!!! a thoughtful gift too!!

he'd already have a plan for the day

instead of going somewhere fancy they'd go to a small dinner late at night like 11:30-12:00am and have dinner 

he would also spare an hour or so for libby to make her valentine's day cupcakes.

he'd try to make his own cupcakes and surprise her even!!

GRAYSON

he's afraid of valentines day cause he doesn't know what to do right

he'd ask nash for help 

would buy expensive shit 

whatever he does, it'll be massive 

flowers? 1000 of them! (like max sent lorelei)

chocolates? professionally made specifically for his gf, huge ones! or customised shape.

a lot of fun activities!!! (not that. that's for the night)

fun activities as in he'll teach his gf something new every valentine's day. like sword fighting for example.

he would also try to buy a thoughtful gift 

he'd obviously take her to a fancy restaurant on their first valentine's day

but later into the relationship after knowing her better he'd be more thoughtful. 

he will try his best not to be basic.

    JAMESON 

avery will wake with a note next to her

a clue that'll lead to another clue

TREASURE HUNT!!!

and not a regular one, you really have to use your brain to find the clue. 

it won't just be in the house, it'll go out!!

with every more comes a flower 

by the end she'll have a bouquet 

and her last clue would lead her to jamie holding another bouquet leaning against a car or standing next to a helicopter!

nothing would be small or regular 

whatever he does would be simply extraordinary 

later after their day, avery would use a lighter that he gifted her on their first valentine's day to read the secret message he wrote with invisible ink

XANDER!

this man takes valentine's day very seriously.

i meant week!! like rose day etc etc

for rose day, he'll send Max a bouquet of paper flowers, the papers being pages of her favourite novel

(idk other days but he'll do something very xander hawthorney for them)

finally on valentine's day he'll fly to max and give her her self-made gift that was built by him

he always gifts her something that he made himself 

max loves them because it shows how much effort he puts for her

he also will take her to new small food shops

so they can try out new dishes and something different 

at night they have a star wars marathon 

[johnbassplayercutie]

hello! okay so i was wondering if you could do a smut short of Hayden Christensen? In this there is an age gap, she will be like 27 and he is his current age. but basically she is a actress and has been known to love star wars especially star wars, and she is hosting snl and one of the skits is a comic con skit and someone is dressed up as darth vader and she thought it was going to be a random cast mate but when vader took off his mask it was hayden and she was so fan girling lol. and basically they go to an snl after party and they are flirty and definitely know the age cap but they have great chemistry and basically makeout and fuck that night after the show and after party and realize they want to start dating, idk i hope you can do this lol because it’s been stuck in my head haha

hi!! ty for the request <33 i'm sorry for the late reply since i've been busy with finals!

i saw that you also sent this request to someone else so i'm not sure if you still want me to do this req?

i'm definitely willing to try writing this <3 again sorry for the late response 🥺

[gallaghersgal]

all about the author!!

hello everyone, i'm maggie!

i'm a college student studying communications and sports management. i am also a former–or as i like to say, recovering–film major. i've been writing for as long as i can remember, and i've been posting fanfic since ... 2017. wow.

i love: watching too many and tv shows and not enough movies, motorsports, good autobiographies, iced dirty chais, energy drinks, the beach but not long walks, and writing at the most inopportune times. oh, and my friends!

current obsessions: shameless. the bear. formula 1, indycar, and other sports.

past obsessions: star wars media, more specifically the sequel trilogy, clone wars, and the mandalorian. the jurassic world franchise for a little bit. the marvel cinematic universe including the disney+ originals. also daredevil and eternals, specifically. and the complete filmography of oscar isaac and pedro pascal. got my fanfic start with harry potter, percy jackson and spinoffs, and various broadway musicals, but it's been years since that.

who i am currently writing

SHAMELESS -> lip gallagher, fiona gallagher, kevin ball, veronica fisher.

THE BEAR -> carmen berzatto, natalie 'sugar' berzatto, sydney adamu, richie jerimovich, marcus brooks

FORMULA ONE -> charles leclerc, lewis hamilton. you can request another driver but no promises! i don't write much rpf but i'm pretty open

who i might write but am not taking reqs for (assorted media)

matt murdock, frank castle, druig (eternals), din djarin, poe dameron, finn, rey, joel miller.

who i've written in the past (assorted media)

frankie morales, javier peña, max lord, ezra (prospect), santiago garcia, llewyn davis, nathan bateman, crosshair, fives, echo, rex, fox.

[unadulterated-syd]

I don't remember much from the school dance in teen wolf— besides Scott not being able to go and Lydia going with Stiles even though she didn't want to. + Lydia's attack

So I'm just going to make it a normal dance (nothings normal in beacon hills I'm sorry)

A little ooc it's been too long I need to rewatch teen wolf.

Synopsis; Dance with me - beabadoobee (Req!)

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Sitting alone at a table, you watched the happy couples dance with one another gleefully. You couldn't hate them for being happy, but you could envy from afar.

Your date had inevitably gotten bored of you, finding any other person to ditch you for— albeit whether friend, or new date, was beyond you.

Your eye fell upon your closest friend, Stiles, whom had brought Lydia along as his date. You'd admit you were worried she'd hurt him with the realization that she didn't want to be with him.

A part of you was jealous, but a bigger part of you was moreso worried for him.

However, your worries faded away when you watched the two of them stand up, talk, and separate. Your eyes stayed glued on them, until Stiles' eyes landed on you.

You looked away, quickly, a flash of embarrassment came from being caught staring. But, he was your bestfriend. It was easy to play it off as care.

He sat next to you, letting out an exaggerated sigh. Your head turned to him, raising a brow.

"Bummer dance, huh. What happened?"

"She wanted to be here with someone else, so I told her too."

"That's awfully kind of you."

"I still feel like shit."

"Being the bigger person isn't really fun." You responded, your eyes landing back on your date who was dancing with another person.

Stiles took note of this, looking at you, whilst wondering where to go from here. A school dance— two people, then it clicked, he should ask you to dance.

"Do you want to dance?"

"Didn't you learn all your dances from Star Wars?" You teased, standing up— your interesting way of agreeing.

"Ouch, no. I'll have you know I'm a great dancer."

"You'll have to show me then."

When you first found yourselves on the dance floor, the room was filled with simple pop music. He showed you his rather awful moves, while you laughed along.

But as the night grew, a slower song turned on and you offered to slow dance with him.

The two of you didn't talk after that, swaying slowly to whatever music played. A part of you both thankful for the ability to stay silent, in each other's presence.

He stepped on your feet often, as did you. Both of you were truly awful at dancing whether you'd ever admit it or not.

You sighed in content, even with the aching of you feet, or the ringing in your ears, you knew you couldn't have asked for a better night.

You really liked Stiles, regardless of what rant he was on, whatever he was thinking, it didn't matter. And a part of you felt he might really like you too.

"Thank you, for making this dance tolerable, I thought it'd be awful."

"Mhm." He nodded, his head was on your shoulder. You could tell he was getting tired as the night went on, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

req by; @cauliflowertree

[fandom-blackhole]

Since all of you are so amazing and you've deemed me worthy enough to get me to 1,000 followers, I decided to do a blog sleepover event with you guys! <3

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[stealingpotatoes]

@qo-promise-me kofi requested Ben Kenobi and Ghost Qui-Gon meditating!

(ko-fi requests are open!!)

[jennifer-jeong]

FANDOMS/INTERESTS

A list of some of the fandoms I'm in/some of my biggest interests! If you're looking to request something from these fandoms please do! My ask box is always open even if requests aren't being fulfilled.

Note that anything with a * beside it is something that I'm just starting to get into and/or haven't really caught up with yet.

ANIME/MANGA/JAPANESE LIGHT NOVELS

Jujutsu Kaisen | Naruto | Haikyuu! | Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure | Attack on Titan | Chainsaw Man | Demon Slayer | Tokyo Ghoul | That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime | Full Metal Alchemist | One Punch Man | Spy x Family | Soul Eater | Blue Exorcist | Cyberpunk | Violet Evergarden | My Hero Academia | + More These are just some of my favourites. If you ever want to req something else just ask! I've probably watched/read it LOL

VIDEO GAMES

Genshin Impact | Honkai: Star Rail | Overwatch | League of Legends | Project Sekai | Love and Deepspace | Tears of Themis | Valorant | Hollow Knight | Undertale | Call of Duty* | Final Fantasy* | Nier* Hotline Miami | Borderlands | Stray | Firewatch | Lethal Company | Cuphead | Bioshock | Osu! | Friday Night Funkin | Arcaea | Faith The Unholy Trinity | Five Nights at Freddy's | Omori | Terraria | Soma | Minecraft

SHOWS/MOVIES

Castlevania | Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss | Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) | Spiderverse | Arcane | Invincible | The Walking Dead | The Haunting of Hill House | Dune* | Star Wars*

MANWHA/MANHUA/WEBTOONS

Omniscient Reader’s View | Teenage Mercenary | Marry My Husband + Random BL manwha LMAO

DONGHUA

Heaven’s Official Blessing* | The Untamed*

K-POP

BTS | SEVENTEEN | Stray Kids | TXT | GOT7 | ATEEZ* | ENHYPHEN* LE SSERAFIM | ITZY | MAMAMOO | New Jeans

VTUBERS + YOUTUBERS

Shxtou | Kenji | Luxiem Wendigoon | Markiplier | Dunkey | Kshawaay | Albino | Dumbz | Britney Broski | Zy0x | Leveuplifting

HORROR CONTENT

Mandela Catalogues | Faith The Unholy Trinity | Hereditary (Movie) | FNAF VHS Tapes | Skinamarink (Movie) | The Blair Witch Project

MUSIC

JUNNY | DPR LIVE | DPR IAN | Megan Thee Stallion | Trevor Daniel | Laufey | DEAN | Eve

OTHER HOBBIES!

Gym | Art | Cosplay | Plant Mother | Crochet | Cooking + Baking | Fashion + Sewing | Makeup/Skincare

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[just-some-random-blogger]

Hii, loved what you wrote!! I would like to request something else about Daemon.

Reader is Rhaenyra's older sister but is overlooked by Viserys, choosing her as heir even if she's younger than Reader and during the years she gets a bad reputation, like her children with Harwin and bad attitude over anyone.

Reader is married with Daemon, who's in love with her and nothing happens with Rhaenyra and he doesn't get exiled seeing as after the weddong they live on Dragonstone.

On Driftmark after Leana's funeral, where the children fights with Aemond, one of reader and Daemon child gets hurt, on the confrontation in the hall Daemon demands justice for his child and Rhaenyra shows her true colors, seeing as she was always jealous about them.

Viserys sees Rhaenyra for who she truly is and finally does something, like disinheir her and choosing reader or sonething else.

You choose the finale. Thanks

Although you did not specify what writing of mine you loved, i am glad that you love it. <3 im not taking requests right now my love. i still have many in my req that i want to write but cant seem to bring myself to do it, which is why i have been distracting myself with pedro pascal HAHHAH.

I gotta say, i'm really intrigued (slightly concerned) a lot of you seem to enjoy pitting sister!reader and sister!rhaenyra together T_T since i cant wont be writing this, let me tell you how i think this would play out.

visy is a girl dad™ and i see no reason for im to favor rhaenyra more than his first born daughter!reader, because she would have been his and aemma's first child. thus, i would think, he purposefully skipped her because perhaps she has always been a wild spirit, a true dragon, and her traits were more roguish (remind you of anyone) ah yes, which is why she ends up with kepus evil daddy daemon HAAHH

"you and i can rule the world together in fire and blood," -daemon at their wedding probably

then when push comes to shove and that confrontation scene happens and sister-sisters fight, i feel like viserys wouldnt outright disinherit rhaenyra, but yn would 100% use the same line rhaenyra did to alicent, 'it must be exhausting... etc' she would then basically say to everyone, 'you may resent me for not inheriting the throne, you may envy me for my freedom, i may have became the heir and i the spare but you will not hurt my children."

smth like that.

perhaps a third faction would arise in support for them, the greens, the blacks and the rogues, maybe daemon would be like BABE ITS UR BIRTHRIGHT but idk reader might just smack him in the face for wanting to start civil war with her sister, his niece. no no no baddies only we do not star civil wars not us.

DAMN i hope you like this nonnie <3

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: peter parker x gn reader

req: no | wc: 849

summary: Asking your crush to help you with your homework, in his own home, was probably a bad idea.

warnings: swearing

Peter Parker was a genius. It was a well-known fact around Midtown High. Although mostly, it wasn't 'genius', it was 'big nerd'. Whatever—point was, he had high grades, turned in his homework on time, and made amazing presentations. Being quite the opposite, you admired him. He was a good example of why you should study. Academic success! (potentially) Getting into each University you apply! A resume you just can't turn down! Not to mention he was kind. You'd bumped into him on occasion and have built a bond over that one project you had together. And, don't forget, he was super sweet...

So maybe you had a crush on him. Maybe pursuing him would lose you a couple unspoken, social brownie points. You didn't much care for those anyway—but he wasn't just a big nerd! The wonderfully friendly, lovely kind; he was pretty. Peter Parker was–you swear it's not an exaggeration–the prettiest boy you'd ever set your eyes on.

Maybe you wanted to get to know him better.

"So, tomorrow, after school, at the library?"

He'd agreed with that. But when the time actually came… "Sorry! Aun–my aunt, May, insisted I bring you over. She says, like, the only friend I have is Ned! Which is clearly not true by the way," Not to mention his rambling was cute. "but she said I needed to make a good impression. You already have a good impression of me though. I think. I–uh, sorry for assuming. Unless I'm assuming correctly? I–"

So here you were, in his room, sat awkwardly at the edge of the bed, laptop on your lap. This may have been an excuse to hang out with him, but you actually did have homework. Peter laid behind you on the bed, having finished his homework an hour in.

"After the blip, I found out a bunch of these Star Wars movies and shows came out–Mandalorian, Solo, Blips ironically–in the five years I'd missed. I had to watch all of them. Each one. It was annoying—not that it wasn't enjoyable! Just–"

You stop him in his rambling, unfortunately, to ask him about a problem. "Hey, Pete, number 18? What the fuck am I doing."

He snickers and sits up to lean over your shoulder. "That's–" He stops himself before he can accidentally insult your intellect, "…it can be confusing. Let's see… So," He points at a part of the problem on your screen, reaching over your shoulder. "this part. Doesn't it look similar?"

"Oh, yeah."

"You do everything you've…"

In no time, Peter manages to explain the problem to you, thankfully being able to avoid complicated jargon. He continues his rant, staying in his sitting position behind you. "Anyway, I had to find a balance between work and binge-watching. Aunt May complained that I was hardly coming out of my room."

"I think I did it."

Peter leans his head over your shoulder again. "You did." He smiles, "Well done. The procedures a bit vague but,"

"Thanks." You turn your head towards him.

He stops in his tracks, lips open mid-word.

Your faces were so close to each other. What was that, a couple centimeters? Fuck, you can't think right now.

He clears his throat, "What was I saying?"

"I don't know." You admit.

You don't move away from each other.

His eyes move down and… "I've always liked your lips." He licks his own. "They always seemed plump. A nice color too, remind me of roses. They look like they belong to your face. I mean, they do!" He musters a small chuckle, "Just that… your face is a puzzle and your lips are the perfect piece. I…" Peter rambles on, and not once does his gaze leave your lips.

"Do you want to kiss me right now?" You ask abruptly.

"Y–" The sound comes out weak from his lips. He clears his throat, trying to find his voice. "Yes." He admits.

"Good." Your hand meets his cheek and he almost jolts away from it. "I do too."

He leans, and so you do. You slot together like pieces in a puzzle. At least, that's what you'd like to say.

Peter's nose bumps awkwardly against yours. "Oh–!" He lets out a small, nervous laugh. As much as the embarrassment burns in your chest, you laugh too. "I'm sorry."

"Nah, I think that was joint effort."

He laughs at that too.

You kiss. Finally. You didn't think it would only take one "date" but you're not complaining.

The kiss feels just like everything you have and haven't imagined about it. Were you fantasizing about kissing him in the middle of class? Maybe. But it's also more than that; more than anything you could've ever dreamed of.

Peter pulls back. He would move his head and his stare away in bashfulness, but your hand was on his cheek and he didn't want it to move.

"That was…" He trails off, not knowing what to say.

"Good?" You ask.

"More than that." He replies with a small laugh. "Way, way more than that."

You lean in for another. Then, maybe another one after that. The homework may or may not be forgotten.