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timingmatters · 9 months

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In queer ships I just ALWAYS get attached more with the repressed ones who want to be loved SO BAD and love SO HARD but are so scared and often lash out. Like my fave pair of every queer ship on god.

1) HENRY from rwrb. Thats my son on god. My child whom i would die for. Biggest heart. Loves so god damn hard. Its so scared of not having his love returned. His mom failed him so bad for so long and he still loved her to pieces like thats crazy biggest heart ever.

2) CATRA. Like Catra could have killed Bow and Glimmer and im sO SORRY but i would have still supported my girl im SORRY ik i shouldnt but I genuinely loved her BAD. No one could ever make me hate her sorry

3) BAZ. Like Baz never did anything bad ever bc he is an angel baby but regardless he could hypothetically do anything ever and you best believe i will be there supporting him!!!!!

4) EDDIE from It. That character is my child like my other half y’all don’t understand that 40 year old repressed little gay is my absolute CHILD and i would kill for him. He constantly lashes out but tbh he is also the sweetest pie. He wants to be loved so bad pls i could make a thesis on how he only found peace through dying and never got to finish what he wanted to say to Richie. Stephen King i am in your walls i will avenge him.

Edit: 5) ALEC LIGHTWOOD IM SO SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT YOU MY KING. He was so scared to love and was so cold and once he had the option he loved so fiercely??? Like is crazy. Changed the world just for his love like insane.

Like queer characters that love so hard it hurts them and terrifies them and WANT to be loved so bad??? They have my entire heart!??

Also im not repressed and im genuinely so loved like im so blessed to say this i have great supporting, loving and caring parents. And multiple friends who support me and love me and care and whom i trust??? Like i have no idea why the repressed characters just call to me but you best believe they’ll be my favorite ones from any story

If y’all know any other stories with repressed little gays who are hurting and love v hard pls rec me stuff

#idk i saw people on twitter making competition between alex and henry #but i saw a lot saying they care more for alex #and like yes fuck the monarchy and i love my poc presidential son but #HENRY IS MY CHILD #i love them both tho im not about to make them compete lmao both my children #but again just the repressed ones always get me in the heart #rwrb #also let me add i do love bow and glimmer shdhdhdh im sorry i hypothetically killed them i felt so bad LMAO #I just wanted to show an extreme to say that catra is just my person i could never let her go no matter what #henry x alex #baz pitch #snowbaz #catra #catradora #prince henry rwrb #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #alec lightwood

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nostalgia-tblr · 7 months

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#yeah it would have been very convenient for his brother robert #but - oh no! - it was also convenient for his other brother who immediately set off for the treasury and then a hasty coronation #(robert had fucked off on the first crusade that's why he wasn't in the right place at the right time)#(he later ends up imprisoned by his bro in a castle where he learns welsh and writes some poems)#(say what you will about henry 1st he was at least VERY good at getting things from his older brothers)#okay it might have been an actual genuine hunting accident but i only read about dead monarchs for THE DRAMA let me have this #i always enjoy when a history book gets to this point and you find out if the author thinks it was an accident or an “accident”#the normans are french vikings and i've yet to come across one whose name is actually norman #idk if that name existed then but *I* would have named at least one son 'Norman of Normandy' just for giggles #btw every famous woman of this era is called Matilda. all of them. there's battles between competing English queens called Matilda.#i have yet to come across any explanation of why this is. i assume there's an OG Matilda who's famous maybe? possibly a saint?#(there *is* one called Edith too... but then she changes her name to Matilda) (no really) (and it's her husband's mother's name)#idk how you're supposed to write Norman Monarchy Femslash when all the women have the same name #what if i want to read about Queen Matilda's epic forbidden love for her husband's arch-enemy Queen Matilda? eh? eh? EH???#i should probably come up with a tag for my history-related nonsense i wouldn't want people to find it who seek Sensible Thoughts #history fandom #(there that'll do for a tag)

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disquietiswhatitis · 7 months

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*sighs*

I’m not proud of this…

Supercorp Pop Star/Famous Athlete AU when

*runs away*

#idk if they’re a real couple and it’s none of my business #could all be a PR stunt for all I know and it’d have no impact on my life whatsoever #but the vibe/general trope potential popped off and I recognize that #like take all that and make it gay? game over #lena has a famous musician with terrible luck romantically #Kara as a confident jock with that fashion sense and a sibling who plays the same sport at the same level #Eliza being the national treasure who had to see her daughters compete against each other for the championship #Alex could absolutely be the wholesome family athlete whose beloved by all even though her city is not #Kara shooting her shot at a concert with a friendship bracelet with her number on it #and it somehow works when Kara isn’t Lena’s type at all #so they talk for weeks before Lena goes to Kara’s game with HER MOTHER #Kara beaming when she sees Lena in her suite at the same stadium where she first saw her performing?#Lena who has never been into sports cheering Let’s Fucking Go watching Kara score points?#Lena buying out a restaurant for Kara her teammates and their WAGs so they can spend time without the public/press around #the HEIGHT DIFFERENCE…please tell me I’m not the only one who sees it #lena luthor #supercorp #kara danvers #supergirl

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fourteenthz · 7 months

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Here's him for reference !! If u have seen critical role campaign two NO YOU HAVENT (might change to wild magic btw not sure)

#alright alright ill admit (i say as if that wasnt the goals):#he has like STRONG caleb vibes. so fire coded but I do think his alignment is just a mesh of caleb and essek tbh ???#HAVE NOT watched the 2 campaign btw so I might be saying stuff wrong... but I just am obsessed with the idea of caleb I have in my tiny min #so there's that. his gardian is between purple tiefling and a drown.... dont look at me. my bg3 durge my rules.#but right lets go to the romance like I narrowed down btw i pretty much have an idea of character for the other ones #and I also want these the most. MOSTLY gale tho and this SUCKS bc I'm pretty sure durge and gale don't match AT ALL #i could make him worse vs i don't think the game allows me to make him THAT MUCH WORSE and for the playthrough I'm planning #im just scared he will break up with me at some point LOL on the other side I think Shadowheart SPEC justiciar!shd is a good choice #i want to take her parents home this playthrough as well so like... it might be nice to see them... yeah.#minthara is just there bc I will have her in my party this time !! idk shit abt her so who knows i might fall in love #karlach is there for the same reason as gale. I'm fixated on her platonic love and how absolutely well written it is. i want to see how #it goes with the romance. but also I'm scared she will just break up with me at some point for manipulating ppl and all that...#i kinda want a durge that's not EVIL but he's like going from “i want the best for me” to “i want the best for us”#nd this involves them being their “best” version aka the fucked up versions :) ascended astarion/justiciar Shadowheart/god of the weave gal #etc etc. so yeah that. if anyone that knows how the romances really go and want to give me some tips I'm open for them 👉👈#on the other hand... i have a backup character for gale already... she's competing with halsin on big half elfs in the camp :D so yeah #like ik I prefer the idea of “huge elf girl monk” x gale more than durge x gale... but also i get giggly thinking abt wizard x sorcerer SO #YOU KNOW... THERE'S THAT. my monk girl IS stunning tho I'll show yall her someday !! I'm still unsure abt alignment and personality tho #which isn't the case for my durg NOR the one I started playing already... she's a chaotic good halfling and I adore her.#she's kinda of the mom of the group but also not ?? fun aunt maybe !! bc she flirts with everybody that isn't her tadpole gang and is jusf #so fun... sorry if all my references ate critical role related but think vax before raven queen happened. that's her.#she's a ranger btw and i genuinely CANOT wait to start romancing halsin with her. NO ONE TALK ABT SIZE DIFFERENCE I'll not hear #I already care them so much. haven't even met the big guy in this playthrough and yet i can see the hcs so lively.#halsin didn't go back to the forest in my first playthrough like I heard that could happen ??? so I'm excited to see WHAT'S GOING ON THERE #until then... I'll let yall know how the romance will go.... get ready for screenshots tyty #but this was DEFINITELY NOT ABT HER OH GOD I'm just procrastinating the bad endings ill get with my durge... help... anyway.#let it be known that if gotarsh was a romance option that wouldn't be a question. alas HE ISN'T so pls help me pick pls ty #knowing how the companions end I THINK I have preference for minthara (not sure ill ever play with her again) and shadowheart #(same for her and justiciar) theres that. I CAN be convinced to play god!gale more but i also can be convinced of anything with him SOO #kelly plays bg3

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guideaus · 11 months

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i just think this should happen but after guideau's come out of the coffin

#personal #w the arc's finale's logic dunward shouldve been at his peak again w guideau recovering normally so maybe he let her hit him but :p #or maybe guideau's competing physically w vampires now. idk #i went thru mty to see how many times guideau physically interacts w someone outside of combat and like 90% of the negative interactions ar #from dunward. then the rest from angela. i hate dunward >:((#also if anyone doesnt know anything abt mty arent those first pages so fun :) guideau did that and i was like !!! YES #fucking bite that vampire first #no one'll scare u #but a sad bit of guideau still being sore towards ashaf from the prev arc 😔#anyways if i really felt like hating him i'd so make a dunward getting owned compilation. ik a recent ch the top of his head is blown off l

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xxxcertifiednerdxxx · 1 year

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How dare they kill tawni ames I’ve known her for one day but she was my wife hOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO ME????

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anakinh · 1 year

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lasted approximately 2 hours into a new playthrough of Dragon Age: Origins before I downloaded a mod. god those mage cowls are ugly af

#me.txt #i play video games #also i'm sad because my favourite warden is an elf mage but i wanna romance alistair #and obviously i CAN have my happy ending by making him a warden and adventuring off into the sunset with him #but ... i don't like having anora be sole ruler lmao. my favourite origin is the f city elf origin. anora sucks with the elves #i think what's best for ferelden is to marry anora and alistair because anora is competent and alistair has morals #so this will just end the in tragedy. and alistair not killing loghain #speaking of #i had a lot of sympathy for loghain's actions at ostagar but upon re-playing the game #like... he was probably right to pull out from ostagar but literally everything before and after the game is a blatant power grab #before and after ostagar* oops #which makes leaving the king to die uh... suspicious #especially since he declared himself anora's regent instead of just letting her rule #anyway this guy sucks idk why y'all like him #'he just wants to help his country!'#he arranged for the assassinations of two prominent and well-liked noble families while there was a blight #he ignored the blight to play politics #he sold his citizens into slavery #'he just wants to help his daughter!'#he declared himself regent and then locked her away in a tower #he decided to blame the wardens for his actions. why? plenty of people have argued that pulling out of an unwinnable situation is fine #smart even #(side note in the war meeting calian suggest waiting for orlesian reinforcements and he said no and calian was just 'okey guess we charge')#(so they're both idiots)#(neither believed it was a blight)#he started a civil war for what reason exactly? he could've supported anora as queen regent and helped the wardens with the blight #... on a lighter note the fireball spell fuckin RULES #as it always does #this has been a controversial tags section #un-controversial probably: idk why i am running out of supplies and equipment so quickly. i guess i am fairly early game but my POULTICES

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aylaaescar · 1 year

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oh boy if I do not get my act in order I'm gonna have a panic attack at work and I do not want to do that again anytime soon

#personal tag #work tag #logistics partner who knows what he's doing is leaving early. he authorizes stuff I do and makes sure I get things done right #I like him. v nice and patient #petrified at the prospect of finding this lady in receiving and asking her for her authority bc idk her!!#and then I think to myself. Sierra you are 26 years old. deal with it. grow up #I wanna go home #something came up for the partner and I genuinely wish him the best and hope everything's okay #but in terms of my competence and shyness I keep scream thinking DON'T LEAVE ME bleh #just. really hope people leave me alone today. let me put stuff away and don't ask me questions

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strictly-confectional · 2 years

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if you make playlist videos on youtube and you do timestamps but only tell the song titles and not the artists but its by a bunch of various artists. know that i want to take a blow-up squeaky mallet to your face you DUMB shit

#how am i supposed to find a song i dont know if you only tell me the title. USELESS #making me have to use a search engine about it myself. what was even the point of that much effort if u couldnt do 2% more #heart2heart #luckily this playlist is like. i know basically everything already so far or at least passingly know OF it. emo boy by ayesha e//rotica is #on here and idk that song and i dont care abt it but i at least knew it was hers when it came up #BUT THERE WAS HELLO KITTY ON HERE AND BC OF PREV AYESHA I WAS LIKE OH LIKE THE SLAYYYTER ONE?#NO IT WAS JAZMIN BEANS #which is fine i like both but this is why your loser ass cant just NAME SONG TITLES #if ur gonna be that useless just dont even make timestamps let someone competent in your comments section handle it #smh

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hiddenbeks · 6 months

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u ever just. think abt ur warden and the decisions u made in dao and realize they would not make some of the decisions you made. and then u have to replay the game all over again just to do that one (1) thing differently

#must stay!! true to the character!!!#yknow. in every playthru after my very first one years ago i've made alistair rule together with anora #bc i believe its the best outcome for like ferelden as a whole. with anora's experience and alistair's compassion etc etc #but i dont think andrale cares whats best for ferelden lol. esp if it's at the cost of her loved ones' happiness #they have a rocky start but alistair and andrale are fast friends by the end!!#and if he doesnt wanna be king shes not gonna make him!! and anora seems competent enough to her #so the idea of the two marrying as a political power move doesnt even cross her mind actually #ALSO i've never done it before bc obliterating loghain with my rogue is just too fun. but i think andrale would let alistair duel him #since its more personal for him. andrale thinks he deserves a little revenge. as a treat #ch: andrale #hhhhh now im also thinking abt all the other questlines and What Andrale Would Actually Do #in a paragon of her kind i always play both sides and then betray harrowmont for Maximum Profit. but would andrale do that?????#i feel like she wouldnt waste time with that she would simply do whatever gets her the troops faster. she is a mostly honest person #would she broker peace between zathrian's clan n the werewolves?? or would she be like idc go off zathrian????#like. she has elgar'nan's vallaslin... mostly bc i think it looks cool but since elgar'nan is the god of vengeance...#maybe andrale does have a vengeful streak..... so much so that she believes zathrian's actions are good and justified.. hmm. idk #anyway. thinking thoughts abt my specialest babygirl warden. i love her :)

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onepiexe · 1 year

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im off. weird day.

#logbook #just c and ph and mv today. p was off and s doesnt work that early in the week.#honestly it was kind of weird. cause its c's store and mv and p both do stuff. so i dont want to overstep.#c and i working together is great but we do sometimes clash. and it happened a few times today.#as much as i miss the store i also outgrew it a bit i think. which is fine.#i hope the other store is good. honestly i may tell my boss i can work a day at my old store LMAO.#<- i dont rly mean that ive just forgotten what its like to have coworkers/competent l*wes employees/etc etc.#anyways it WAS good overall. c was her grest self and bickered with an employee. ph and i had a good laugh at her antics.#idk i did a bunch of indoor plant stuff just cause i felt like i was getting in the way of c. shes like 'nooo' but then just wanted to do #whatever. her right. so i was like. let me do smth else and come back and help move the monster rack.#i wish p had been there. . .oh well.#tmrw is other store. . .kind of nervous. hope it goes well.#esp since thats the district's managers store. . .my boss said my coworker was easy to work with.#but she ALSO said that abt my nemesis. . .but i met her st the lunch and she seemed cool.#either way after my shift im hanging out with my irl bestie<3

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baldursgate3tempobsessed · 7 months

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Astarion teaching Tav embroidery/sewing. Preferably with him dragging them onto his lap for a close-up demonstration.

Why do I make everything so long? Do I have a problem? There is always so much introspective nonsense idk man. Anyway adorable idea actualized below!

Also mentions of sex but this is totally sfw. I went with the timeline of when your sleeping together but he hasn't quite admitted his feelings to himself, as a side!

Astarion had no idea how he became your camp's designated seamstress. How was it possible that a team of eight adults were all incapable of knowing the basics of such a fundamental skill?

Then again, Karlach seemed to be perfectly fine with wearing her clothes to tatters. Wyll was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Lae'zel, for some gods forsaken reason, was only capable of fixing up heavy armor. Gale seemed to prefer eating magical clothing items versus being able to salvage them and the rest were mediocre at best.

The look of confusion on Shadowheart's, who was the second most skilled by far, face when Astarion tried to explain a ladder stitch was enough for him to give up entirely. It was quicker to fix the tears then to explain simple concepts to simpletons.

Brats. All of you. With one who was significantly more brazen than the rest when it came to using Astarion as their personal tailor.

Tav, the lovely thorn in his side. Who could handle wielding a glaive with startingly accuracy, but somehow managed to consistently stab themselves every time they picked up a sewing needle. It was impressive, how useless someone who was otherwise extremely competent could be.

Impressive as it was frustrating. Because somehow you managed to destroy your clothes more often than anyone else. Always bashfully handing him over torn trousers and ripped shirts every other night. Anyone else he would have told to fuck off by now. Even the rest of the camp knew better than to test their luck with anything more than once a fortnight. But you lacked the very basic level of self-control.

It was his own fault for giving you special treatment in the first place. But sleeping together did warrant a few extra benefits. He got your protection and you got to experience the pleasure of being with him. Simple. Or it would have been if you didn't insist on making things complicated.

Because Astarion was starting to feel things. Things that he hadn't anticipated. Because your company was... oddly pleasant. You were an interesting little thing, he had to give you that. Well-read and talkative, but not boringly so. No, Astarion sometimes found himself losing track of time when he was with you. A simple question could easily turn into a two-hour conversation about the silliest things. It was... nice. New. And oh so different from what he was used to.

Cazador didn't even allow him or his brethren to speak in his home, let alone speak to each other unless it was strictly necessary. But here he was free to do whatever he pleased. And he was finding that included being near you, despite how differently you both saw the world.

He couldn't quite blame you for your delusional optimistic views. As a Tymora worshipper you were basically doomed from the start to believe inane concepts like good fortune, luck, and gods, the good that could be found in "anyone".

You were as sweet as you were aggravating and Astarion truly, honestly, had no idea how your insane trusting nature hadn't managed to get you killed yet. But then again he... kind of liked that about you. He liked that you trusted him. It made his life more convienet and... it was nice to be seen as a person worth confiding in. Instead of the blood-sucking monster he really was.

He... liked that. He liked you. A fact that he didn't enjoy thinking about. He didn't really know what to do with it, and the implications of where his feelings could lead were starting to become unsettling. So he pushed it out of his mind. It was an easy thing to do when doom was always looming in the background. He had plenty of things to think about that didn't include his fondness for you.

Like the inner-rage you caused when you managed to somehow rip the same shirt twice in one day.

"That's it," Astarion announced when you bashfully asked for his help yet again, "Come here. I'm teaching you how to sew."

"But you always get mad when you try," You whined. But despite the hesitancy you still obediently sat next to him as he got out the sewing kit, "Do you promise not to snap this time?"

"That depends," Astarion said with a roll of the eyes, "Do you intend on not maiming yourself with a sewing needle?"

Astarion smirked at the way that made a blush crawl up your neck, "That was one time!"

"Actually darling it was closer to seven," Astarion corrected as he snatched the shirt from your hands, "Now pay attention. Look at where the tear starts. Notice how it's on the seam?"

You nodded along as Astarion explained the basics to you. He could tell that you were trying your damndest to pay attention, but when it was your turn to hold the needle your hands couldn't stop shaking. Astarion frowned as he tried to watch you work, his view obfuscated by the angle and the flow of your hair.

Well that wouldn't do.

Before he could think better of it he was hauling you into his lap, ignoring your surprised squeak as he situated you just right.

That was better. At least now he could see what you were doing. It was a sloppy stich, sloppy enough for him to undo it before putting the needle back in your hand.

"Now do it again," Astarion ordered, "Let me see what your doing wrong."

Astarion watched as you tried again, frowning when he realized your shaking was even worse than before. In fact, you seemed more nervous than ever, your face red as you kept your eyes down.

It made Astarion torn between watching your hands and looking at your face. You really were adorable, getting all worked up from simply being in his lap, all while trying to stay dutifully undistracted. He could almost hear your heart racing, obvious through the tension coursing through you.

Silly little thing, acting all shy like he hadn't already literally been inside of you. But at least you were doing better, your stitching straighter than Astarion had ever seen it. Maybe he'd have to make the lap-sitting mandatory from now on, for the good of your learning.

"See," Astarion said softly, his breath tickling your ear as he leaned in closer, "You're perfectly capable of learning this."

"So it looks good?" You asked, taking a chance to glance at him. Astarion hadn't realized just how close the two of you really were. He had never... seen you like this before. So closely. Even when you slept together, he had been a bit distracted by other parts of your body. He never noticed just how many light freckles were hiding across the bridge of your nose, how your eyes looked almost golden in candlelight. You smelled nice too, sweet. Like you had been rolling around in a field of lilies. Considering your personality, Astarion had to wonder if that's exactly what you did.

It would take almost nothing to press your lips together. Barely a turn on the head.

"Astarion, are you listening?"

The sound of his voice snapped him out of his revelry. He straightened, clearing his throat as he looked over your work again, embarrassed in a way that he couldn't quite describe.

Maybe you weren't the only one being affected after all.

"It looks better," Astarion said honestly, "But still needs work. You'll almost certainly be needing more lessons."

Preferably like this. Astarion wasn't quite ready to let you go yet, not when you felt so pleasantly warm in his lap. But luckily enough for him, you didn't seem quite so keen to leave.

Astarion tightened his hold on you laughing at the way it made you gasp, "But that's enough for today. I think you've earned a reward. Don't you?"

"I-yes?" You said back, your eyes flitting from Astarion's mouth and back, "Please?"

You really were too precious. How could he possibly say no to that?

Astarion grinned as he tilted your chin up, finally pressing your lips together. It was an odd feeling, kissing someone when he couldn't stop smiling, but he supposed you just had that effect on him.

Maybe being the camp seamstress wasn't so bad after all.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #asks #cutsey #this was a very cute idea

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vivwritesfics · 5 months

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Horse Girl - LN4

High school sweethearts Lando and Y/N are very in love (she also happens to be Flo's best friend and they met through their yards) (any words you don't understand are probably just unimportant horsey terms dw about it) (also idk anything about flo's riding journey, so i made it mirror mine)

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"Flo," Y/N called as she appeared at the stable door. She had Gismo's bridle over her shoulder and her riding hat already on her head. "Think I borrow your martingale?"

Flo left her brush on her horses back and turned towards her friend. "I have conditions."

"Give them to me."

Flo held out her hand, checking things off on her fingers. "You clean it for me at the end of the week, you muck out for me tonight and we go on a hack."

Y/N let out a sigh. "I'm going out with Lando tonight," she said.

Being in a long distance relationship with an F1 driver wasn't easy. Y/N had to stay in England to take care of Gismo and Sooty while Lando was living in Monaco and travelling the world.

When Y/N could, she got somebody to look after the horses and spent a week with Lando in Monaco. When Lando could, he spent the week at Y/N's, visiting his family and watching her ride.

Y/N tried to spend as much time over the summer and winter breaks with him. But this year Y/N began competing Gismo. Lando travelled with her when he could during her competitions. He always had his camera with him, posting her on the jpg account.

Lando and Y/N had been friends for a bloody long time. When Flo started riding lessons, she was stuck behind a girl on a fat little pony that refused to do more than a walk. When their lesson activity had them riding side by side, Flo and Y/N became fast friends.

They went from a weekend lesson together to being at the yard every single day. They loaned the same horse, Y/N riding him for half of the week and Flo riding him for the other. Most of the time they'd be there on the same day, mucking out his stable together and cleaning his tack together. On Flo's day's to ride, Y/N was the one who sorted the jumps and picked up the shit.

When they were younger, when they'd spend all day at the stables, Y/N would sleep over at the Norris house. Flo lived closer to the yard so it just made sense.

Staying at the Norris house meant meeting Flo's big brother. Y/N had heard stories of him before, stories of his karting and his dreams of being in F1.

And then Y/N met Lando. He was the kind of boy who, when Y/N slept over, he wouldn't leave them alone. He was the annoying big brother that stopped by to make a comment on the film they were watching, steal some of their snacks and run off to play his PlayStation.

When they were teenagers, Y/N fifteen and Lando seventeen, things changed. He kept on with that whole annoying big brother image until he was around fifteen. And then he didn't care about teasing the girls - he was too busy winning in F3.

But at seventeen, he started to see Y/N a little differently. She was fifteen, almost sixteen when she watched him win around Silverstone. When he saw her afterwards, he saw her in a new light. Maybe it was that post win haze. But no, because the feelings didn't go away.

Lando waited two and a bit years before he made a move. He was in F2, then, waiting to take his place on the McLaren F1 team. Y/N and Flo were show jumping at the lower levels and Flo was Y/N's show groom for when she tried her hand at eventing.

Lando came up with every excuse in the book to join Y/N and Flo when they went eventing. He offered to drive the trailer for them, offered to groom and tack up Sooty for her. Of course, Lando had no idea what he was doing when it came to grooming and tacking up.

Flo was heavily judging her brother, but she let him come with them. He stood by the trailer, feeding Sooty mints while Y/N and Flo tacked up.

Before Lando entered F1, he knew he had to make his move. Y/N had agreed to help Flo with her horses for the night while she was off doing something unknown. It was November and Lando had just turned 19. It was now or never.

Lando made his way down to the stables. It was dark and freezing, the stables lit by floodlights. Y/N had mucked out Flo's horses and had moved onto hay. Her own horses hadn't yet been taken care of; she could deal with them once she was done with Flo's horses. Lando walked across the yard, trying to avoid getting mud on his shoes. "Y/N?" He called, looking from stable to stable.

Y/N emerged from a barn. She was in her black riding pants, mud splashed up the side. The mud disappeared under her coat and she wore a knitted beanie on her head. "Lando? What're you doing here?" She asked as she walked out of the barn with hay in her arms.

Lando let out a laugh when he saw the mud up her side. "Did you fall off or something?"

She let out a laugh as she threw the hay over the stable door. "Yeah, Sooty decided there was a gremlin hiding in the corner of the arena and freaked out," she answered as she bolted the stable door shut.

With Flo's horses done, Y/N started looking after her own. As she mucked out, Lando talked to her and gave Gismo attention. "So, McLaren, huh?" Y/N asked as she moved Gismo away from the stable door. "You excited?"

"You know it, baby!" Lando cheered. But his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he scratched at the back of his neck. "Are you gonna come to any of my races?"

"Yeah I'll go with Flo."

But that wasn't what Lando meant. He cleared his throat and rocked on his heels. "What if Flo doesn't go to any? Will you?"

Y/N stopped and put her broom against the stable wall. She crossed her arms over her coat and turned towards her best friends brother. "What are you trying to say, Lan?" Because there was clearly something he wasn't getting across.

Lan. He loved it. He loved when Y/N called him Lan. He somehow went even more red as he looked at her. "I want you to come to my races with me, whether Flo is there or not."

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Oh holy shit, Lan. I'd love to." She looked back at Gismo. "But I can't. Not when I've got these guys."

"Let me take you on a date then, before I go."

That was five years ago. Now, everybody was waiting for the couple to get engaged.

They were in the process of trying to move in together, but that meant Y/N moving the horses with her. Trying to find a stables just outside of Monaco that wasn't over the top expensive seemed too be an impossible task. Lando was happy to pay any amount of money to have his girlfriend and the horses there with him.

But Y/N didn't want to do that. She didn't want to have to rely on Lando to pay for everything. She was going to make it to Monaco, to be there with him, on her own.

Until then they were stuck with the odd date night whenever Lando could come back to England. If Y/N could, she paid somebody to look after Sooty and Gismo while she went to Monaco or to the odd race.

"Is he meeting you here?" Asked Flo as they walked across the stables, towards where they kept their equipment.

Y/N nodded her head. "Should get here just before I'm done with Gismo," she answered. "Pretty good timing if you ask me."

Lando was an incredibly supportive boyfriend. He had to be, with Y/N supporting his Formula One career. Whenever Lando could he came to one of her shows. No matter if she was eventing or jumping or doing dressage, Lando was watching with his camera.

Flo let out a sigh as she passed the martingale to Y/N. "You know, it might actually be nice to see him," she said as she and Y/N made their way back over to the horse.

Y/N quickly got herself and Gismo ready. She led him out to the arena and mounted. She rode him around the arena, warming him up and sending him flying over jumps as she waited for her boyfriend to appear.

Boyfriend. It had been weird saying that at first. After he and Y/N had their first date Lando was whisked away into the world of Formula One. They called a lot in that time, but it was strange. Their dynamics had changed but they weren't together yet.

It was a while before they got to have a second date.

A month after the second they had their third. That was when Lando officially asked her to be his.

That was five years ago.

As soon as Lando turned up to the stables, he knew white trainers had been a mistake. Actually, bringing such an expensive car had been a mistake. But, he got out anyway, locked it, and walked to where he knew he would find his girlfriend.

Lando was in awe every time he watched her ride. He couldn't tear her eyes away as she sent Gismo flying over the jumps, throwing her hands forward to let his neck stretch.

Lando had sat on Gismo before. He was the calmer of the two horses, the only one Y/N trusted to take care of Lando.

When Y/N finished jumping and brought Gismo back down to a trot, Lando clapped. Once upon a time he had whistled for her, but Sooty had spooked and Y/N had fallen off. Lando hadn't done it since.

"Lan!" Y/N called as she steers Gismo towards him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," said Lando as Gismo put his head over the fence, searching him for treats. When he discovered Lando didn't have any, he resorted to getting attention instead. "Missed you as well, Gremlin."

Y/N took two minutes to cool Gismo down before she jumped off. She took him back to the stable and untacked him in record time, all while Lando watched. It was incredible watching her do the thing she loved, he realised. She must've felt the same way about him.

As soon as she was done, it was time for date night. Y/N finally managed to wrap her arms around Lando, holding him close. "You're gonna stink of horses," she said as Lando squeezed her even tighter.

"I don't care," he answered before he kissed her.

Keeping one arm around her waist, Lando walked her out to the car. Her boots were muddy on his cars interior, but Lando didn't care. She could have walked shit into his car and he wouldn't have cared.

"I brought that dress you like," Lando said. Before he'd gotten to the stables he'd stopped at Y/Ns apartment to get something for her to wear.

"You're the best, Lan," she said as she sorted the music.

I won't bore you with the details of their drive to their drive to the restaurant. Once they pulled up in the car park Y/N tried her best to get dressed in the not very spacious car, since their was no way she was getting in in her state. She combed her fingers through her hair, brushing out any hay.

"Goddamn," said Lando as she stepped out the car. Y/N slipped her hand into his and she walked in.

The restaurant was nice, rather fancy. The pair shared a candle-lit Italian dinner, with music playing softly in the background. Y/N listened eagerly as Lando spoke about his last race. "I really wish you were there, though," he muttered as he finished his dinner. "I can't wait for you to move to Monaco."

"I know, Lan. I can't wait either," she replied. They were making progress. Y/N had found a stables near enough by and it wasn't too pricy. She had a key to Lando's apartment, where she was staying for the weekend while he was away at another race.

As soon as they were finished eating, Lando asked for the bill. "No dessert?" Y/N asked with a frown. Lando loved his dessert, but today he was rushing.

"Nope," Lando answered as he paid. "My trainer would kill me."

As soon as he had paid, Lando escorted Y/N out of the restaurant. He walked her over to the car, stopping half way to do up his laces.

"Thanks for tonight, Lan," she said as she turned towards him.

But, when she did, Lando wasn't doing up his laces. He was down on one knew, an open ring box in his hand. Inside of the ring box was, well, a ring. It was simple, a band with a small stone, just the way Y/N liked it. "I know we haven't moved in together yet, but I really wanna marry you."

There was a moment where Y/N couldn't answer him. She was in complete and utter shock. The only talks of marriage had been tabloid speculation, no indicators from Lando himself. "Holy shit, Lan," she said, because that was all she could say.

It wasn't a question of whether Y/N wanted to marry him. Of course she did. She wanted that more than anything.

"Holy shit Lando Norris. Of course I'll marry you."

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bad268 · 2 months

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can I request a clingy Kimi Antonelli

where he’s obsessed with kissing reader and overall being affectionate to the point he does not want to let go of her before the race and Toto is like “leave the poor girl alone Kimi” while Susie is like “you were like that before”.

HELP IDK HOW TO END THIS BUT YA ALSO LOVE YOUR WORKS 💗💗💗

Clingy Antonelli (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (I loved this too much lol I'd be down to do a Clingy Antonelli series and we need some fluff after this race lol)

Warnings: none.

POV: Second POV (You/your, but it does say 'poor girl' once)

W.C. 1025

Summary: Sweet reunions bring Clingy Antonelli to the surface.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It was a common occurrence that you were in the paddock with Kimi. Ever since you decided to attend school entirely online, you were by his side, and it may (or may not) have been because of the begging you received from Kimi.

It started when he was in karting, and he just wanted someone familiar to talk to. Then, when he moved to championships, he was always one of the youngest ones competing, and it was weird being the odd one out. Around the same time, you were given the option to switch to online school. He begged you to do it, so you could travel with him. How could you say no?

Not to mention, you loved taking pictures, especially of your favorite person, and PR from both Prema and Mercedes would pay you for some of the pictures. It was just easier to pay you since you always took pictures of Kimi.

But that’s beside the point. You were doing what you normally did whenever Kimi was a guest on the F1 paddock: sit beside him silently as he listened in on a meeting. Sure, it was not your favorite thing to do, but it was a standard. And most of the time, the meetings did not even concern Kimi; he just had to sit in them because he was their junior driver.

You were sitting in the back of the room, holding his hand and not paying attention at all. That is until Kimi started pulling at your hand to get your attention. You turned your head and met his eyes. The look he gave you was one you recognized immediately, a silent plea for you to sit on his lap. With a joking sigh, you moved onto his lap as he smiled laid his head on your shoulder after giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“You’re more clingy today,” you whispered to him, “What’s up?”

“You’re going to leave for two weeks,” he complained as his arms tightened around your waist. “I know you miss your family and friends, but I won't see you again until right before the race.”

“Don’t worry, amor (love),” you consoled as you rubbed his arms, leaning further back into his hold. “I’ll be back before you know it, and we’ll be back traveling in no time.”

“Yay,” he chuckled before cutting himself short, “And I’m not clingy.”

“Oh come on,” you replied in disbelief, turning your head to meet his eyes. “Clingy Antonelli is my favorite.”

Despite being with your family for once, Kimi would call you at any chance he could. He just needed to hear your voice and see you before doing anything racing-related. It was one of his superstitions, and you did not plan on standing in the way of it.

Flash forward to when you finally came back. Due to the time difference, it was only 12 hours from the last time you talked to Kimi, but for him, it was nearing 20 hours. He knew that he had to give you space at some points, but this? Nope. He was sure that your plane should have landed ages ago, yet you still were not on the track. You had yet to answer his calls or texts, and he was starting to get anxious.

He was pacing around the garage, half listening to his strategy team go over the plan for the race. He half-registered some Mercedes personnel walk into the garage but did not think anything of it since he remembers them saying they wanted to see him in action this weekend. Little did he know it was Toto and Susie Wolff in the flesh. They talked a little bit with the team before they turned their attention to Kimi.

“Is he always this nervous before a race?” Susie asked Toto, knowing that he had seen Kimi racing in FRECA before, but she did not remember him saying that Kimi got nervous.

“Not that I remember,” Toto responded just as confused before he turned to Kimi’s race engineer with a questioning look, gesturing in Kimi’s area.

“He’s missing his lucky charm,” Anthoine laughed, shaking his head. It’s said when you talk about someone, they appear, and that’s exactly what happened. Like clockwork, Kimi’s head snapped toward the garage door as he heard your unmistakable laugh. Kimi immediately took off, trying to find you. It did not take long because you were right around the corner, about to walk in with Ollie. Kimi wasted no time, picking you up in a tight embrace as he peppered kisses all over your face. Anthoine chuckled again as he pointed at the two, “Oh, look. They’re back.”

They all let you have your moment in peace. Kimi needed it. His nerves were through the roof, everyone could tell, so despite knowing that he needed to get in the car as soon as possible, they stepped back. The last thing they needed was an anxious driver on the track.

You could not even hear what Kimi was saying, just a bunch of anxious thoughts coming to light. You let him rant as much as he needed before he finally set you down and placed a long kiss against your lips. He pulled away all too quickly for your liking before leaning against your forehead, whispering, “you’re never leaving me again.”

“My flight got delayed, and my phone died,” you whispered back as he went back to placing butterfly kisses all over your face. “I wanted to call you.”

“It doesn’t matter now,” he sighed, hiding his face in your neck and breathing you in “You’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

“Leave the poor girl alone, Kimi,” You heard a voice behind Kimi chuckle, causing you to look over his shoulder. It was Toto and Susie Wolff, which caused your eyes to widen and your face grew red in embarrassment. Immediately, Susie’s arm came up to smack Toto in the shoulder.

“Oh, leave them alone,” She countered, “You were just like that before we were married.”

“Oh, he’s just being Clingy Antonelli,” you laughed, nervously. “I’ll get him into the car, don’t worry.”

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Part 2 ->

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megistusdiary · 29 days

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thinking about being arlecchino's little accessory... trailing her everywhere around the fatui headquarters all dolled up in perfect white lace <3

now technically you're supposed to be her assistant. but you were so sweet and pretty that she turned you into her personal doll instead.

falling asleep beside her, head on her shoulder when dull harbinger meetings run too long... idk i just love her sm 😞😞😞

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this is what i'm saying oml

dom!arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, power dynamics (she was your superior), collars/leashes, prospective cunnilingus (is that the way to say it?)

wherever arlecchino went, you could never be found straying too far away. always dolled up in some expensive white lace, hanging off her arm like some designer purse.

oh, and if anybody even dared to question who you belonged to, there was a collar around your neck embedded with her signature red gemstones. quite conveniently placed to let everyone know without a doubt you were hers.

of course, you, too, had your humble beginnings. long before you would ever dare to step into her private chambers, you were once her assistant.

unassuming at your own little desk outside her office. you'd file paperwork for her, fetch more ink when she ran out, bring her meals in for her (the kitchen staff often begged you, running off the minute you'd agree), those sorts of menial tasks.

much to her surprise, you turned out to be more competent than she expected. naturally, she had your desk moved inside her office, replacing your old station with someone else. now, she could look at you all day, calling you to her side whenever she pleased.

well, let's face it, who were you to deny her? not because she was your superior, but she was gorgeous. you'd have been a fool not to let her trace her hand up your arm, to gift you with an expensive choker necklace (more of a subtle collar, really), to pull you into her lap.

she couldn't help but admit how cute you were. like a little doll in her lap, looking up at her so sweetly as your hands rested gently on her shoulders.

after that, your old desk in her office went unused. untouched as it sat there while you instead allowed her to dress you up in the finest of lace and silks. short little outfits, made to be revealing to the eye. to her eye. ones to be worn not in the bedroom, but for wherever she pleased.

she often indulged in bringing you to her long meetings as a way to keep herself awake. she liked your warmth pressed against her, how she kept you perched on her thigh.

one hand would be holding up her chin, the other busied with stroking your spine or playing with your hair. sometimes she would straighten up in her seat, gently splaying her hand over your throat, tugging your head back to look up at her.

soft words spoken into your ears, intentionally low and sultry to send a shiver up your spine. all you could do was nod at any request, hearing her shoo everyone out of the room, door closing shut.

her thighs would spread, chair pushed out as she watched you slowly sink to your knees before her. ah, her most favorite sight these days...

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