#anon 🦕

[lavenderlive]

I came up with a headcanon, let's say in this case that BAE are children and that the reader is their babysitter!

how his relationship with a babysitter would develop?, I don't care if it's separate or if it's all three of them together (don't ask how the hell his family would leave Hajun with "mediocre" kids, before Dongha was born, the three of them would have been 8 years old)

And if it is separated, I would also like to know how Hajun's relationship with the reader would continue after Dongha's birth and his trauma

But in the event that the three of them are together, would Allen compete with Hajun for the reader's attention? Between the three of them after they have spent enough time together and with the reader... who would be jealous? Who would be the one who only wants the reader for they?

The reader would be more or less 16 to 17 years old at that time, by the way his personality is that of someone patient and kind but strict, I imagine that when he gets "angry" the reader only has a neutral expression and makes others notice which is their warning expression if they are doing something wrong and are not they are obeying to the reader (I imagine Allen doing that)

-🦕

☾ | BAE - Reader Babysitting Younger BAE

(This is platonic, the reader treats BAE better than their parents)

Allen Sugasano

Allen’s parents originally hired you to be a young musical tutor for Allen when they weren’t around. But you somehow slowly ended up being his babysitter which you didn’t mind, you’ve dealt with kids before.

You did more babysitting than tutoring because Allen was already skilled with playing the violin. But you noticed he doesn't seem passionate playing it. The two of you had a lot more free time together since there wasn’t much to teach him other than occasional practices. Allen thinks you're super cool and talented as well, he admires how much music knowledge you have and begs you to tell him more as he listens.

When Allen finished any practice that you scheduled that day, he is a bit of a trouble-maker. He wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing. When you weren’t looking, Allen rummages through drawers for blank music sheets and markers, he jotted down any music arrangements he could think of. Sometimes he gets markers stained on the floor. After scribbling on the paper, he shoves his masterpiece in front of your face. Needless to say you were NOT happy when you came across the mess. You often disciplined Allen such as making him clean up his mess. Allen complains as he cleans but you insist that he cleans up or you would tell on his parents. You watched him to make sure he mops the floor squeaky clean. He’s a good kid but sometimes a handful.

Anne Faulkner

Anne would be a year younger than the other two, this is where they began to discover their love of fashion. They didn’t know if they could trust a random person that they’ve just met as their babysitter with their new interest. But they were not good at hiding it because whenever there was any mention of fashion such as on TV, they were ecstatic. You reassured them that you weren’t going to tell on them and made sure they felt safe around you.

Overtime, they feel more comfortable around you as you were the only one at that time who accepted and encouraged Anne. Eyes widened when they heard that you were coming back the next day, hugging you immediately once you arrived. After lunch, the two of you bonded over dressing up and having little fashion shows with what they had in the house. You made sure to tell them to clean up afterwards. Anne knew that their mother wouldn’t be fond of this if she found out, but they felt happy that they could be themselves for a few hours with someone they now trust until their mother returned home.

Your position as Anne’s babysitter wasn’t going to last long once their mother found out that you were “ruining her perfect prince”. She hated how Anne seemed to be more comfortable around their babysitter more than their own mother. Trying to reason or argue with Anne’s mother wouldn’t work, she wouldn’t hear it. And so once you left for one last time, leaving a devastated Anne. Anne missed when you were around, it got even more lonely at home.

Hajun Yeon

When Hajun was told the news that you were his babysitter while his parents were gone for business trips, he was a bit suspicious that there is now another person in his life. 

You didn’t expect to be greeted so respectfully when you first met. Originally when you were hired by the Yeon family, you thought you were going to deal with a spoiled brat and mentally prepared yourself but Hajun is very well-mannered and polite towards you. However there were times with Hajun that made you think to yourself “who does this kid think he is”. Hajun slowly began to accept you as his babysitter, he wasn’t allowed to go to the outside world to play with friends as he didn’t have many back then. Your presence kept him company. He liked having another person around that treated him like a human being. You two often wandered around the Yeon family’s garden and had small conversations with tea and treats. 

It all came to an end when Dongha was born, Hajun was no longer needed. Hajun was now at the age where he can take care of himself so a babysitter was not needed anymore. You did not argue with Hajun’s father due to his higher status compared to you, you had no say in this decision. Hajun felt a sense of betrayal that you left just like that without a word, were the times spent with you meaningless? He wouldn't forgive you for that. It was unlikely that you two were going to see each other again as Hajun will be sent to a whole different country all by himself. 

Admin Comments: ty for the request!! I love this idea sm its so cute, I hope I did it justice🙏sorry I made it a bit angsty with Anne and Hajun whoops (Allen is fine for now, I just imagined this takes place before he found out about hip-hop and his trauma which is like years after)

I did it separately but I can do one with the reader having to deal with all of BAE in a different post if you want

I wanted to get one more request before the year ends! I can't wait to write for the other requests in my inbox next year (which is tomorrow for me lol)

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!! and also happy birthday to Zen!

[rhiannonsknife]

thinking about lottie and ‘guess’ by charlie xcx & billie but specifically billie’s part… like lottie knowing exactly what panties we’re wearing because of our tiny little skirt and it’s one of the pairs she bought for us on her trip to tokyo with her parents… hehehe

- 🦕

— you wanna guess the color of my underwear?

in my lottie blurb era, apparently??? 🤗

lottie’s backyard is a blur of blasting music, red solo cups, and the faint reek of cheap beer. you’ve barely stepped in through the front door when she finds you. her hand brushes your waist, practically claiming you before anyone else even has the chance to look your way.

“cute skirt,” she says, a knowing edge to her voice that makes you pause in your tracks. that sound is normally reserved for when it’s just you and lottie, preferably behind closed doors and not the hallway of her packed house.

you glance up at her, your pulse already picking up speed. lottie’s eyes are locked on you, dragging slowly down your body until they stop at the hem of your skirt. you don’t need her to say it to know what she’s thinking. what she’s looking for. you shift slightly on your feet, suddenly hyper-aware of just how short the skirt really is.

“lottie,” you murmur, glancing around the room. you can’t let her get to you; not here, in the middle of her crowded house.

she doesn’t let up. “what?” lottie asks. “you look good!”

her hand drifts lower, skimming your hip now, her fingers curling just slightly into the fabric. it’s not enough to draw attention from anyone else, but it is enough for you to feel it. enough to remind you that she doesn’t need to say a word to have you wrapped around her finger.

then she leans in, close enough that her breath is warm against your ear. “you’re wearing the ones from tokyo, aren’t you?”

your stomach flips violently, heat rushing straight to your face. sometimes you hate how easily lottie gets under your skin, how quickly she can unravel you without even trying.

“i-“ you start, but she cuts you off with a soft laugh.

“the black ones with the lace trim,” her breath tickles your ear, making you tense. “i bought them for you, remember?”

you glance around the room desperately, hoping no one is close enough to catch the conversation that’s currently making your knees weak. lottie doesn’t care. she never does.

her fingers press into your hip, enough to ground you, enough to remind you that she has you exactly where she wants you. then, lottie tilts her head, her lips brushing against your cheek this time as she murmurs, “you wore them for me, didn’t you?”

your throat goes dry. you should say something, maybe even deny it, but the way her voice dips lower with every word makes it impossible to think straight.

“lottie…” you hiss, her name trembling on your lips.

lottie just smiles, pulling back so she can meet your gaze. “you don’t have to say anything,” her thumb brushes under the waistband of your skirt, a fleeting, teasing touch that sends a jolt of arousal straight through you. “i already know…”

then she’s gone, pulling her hand back and stepping away like nothing even happened.

lottie doesn’t look back as she disappears into the crowd, leaving you standing there with flushed cheeks and a wet patch in your panties. they are the one from tokyo. and you wore them just for her.

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

SILENT NIGHT

formula one x autistic!male!reader

request: Ik requests are closed, but i wanted to write this down so I don't forget it lmaooo, Oscar, Sebastian, and/or Max with Autistic reader who goes nonverbal and struggles to communicate a lot. Totally not based on real events whaaaat 🦕

summary: non-communicative? no problem.

warnings: mentions of overwhelm, references to mad max (max), implied autistic!oscar, dork!seb that could also easily be interpreted as autistic!seb

contains: max verstappen, oscar piastri, + sebastian vettel

word count: 516 (184/158/174 split)

max verstappen — 184 words:

he could see the signs before you did. little fidgeting, eyes darting around, muscles tensing … all indicators that it wouldn't be long before you went into shutdown.

max did what he could to mitigate the effects on you. he got you out of the chaos of the paddock and into his driver's room. he didn't like seeing you get overstimulated. hated it, in fact. he wasn't shy about setting boundaries on your behalf—he'd shove reporters away from you, make snarky comments about the other drivers if they pushed you too far, demand red bull change their garage to make it accessible for you. (what use is being their golden boy if he can't use it to let his boyfriend come to races?)

you had some unique ways of communicating when you couldn't talk. sometimes, you could type or use assistive technology to get your point across. sometimes you could use sign language or emojis or charades. other times communication itself was so overwhelming that max was forced to guess from your body language.

good thing he was fluent in the language of you.

oscar piastri — 158 words:

he had problems with communicating too. he wasn't terrible at it—not at all—but he had times where he would either have a really bad stutter or feel immense anxiety at the idea of verbalising anything. oscar understood when you went nonverbal. both of you frequently used sign language or picture reaction books/apps when words are particularly distressing.

on the occasions where both of you would go nonverbal, you'd sit together on the couch and watch bluey. sometimes you would cuddle, sometimes you'd just sit on opposite ends and enjoy the show. the simplicity of it took away some of the pressure to discuss whatever happened. regardless of whether or not he was nonverbal at the same time, oscar was very very sweet.

he never pressured you to speak or even verbalise. he didn't initiate too many conversations, but he was also happy to keep a running narrative for you if the silence made you anxious.

sebastian vettel — 174 words:

the best thing about seb was that he never shut up. when you were nonverbal, he was always so happy to just ramble and infodump about whatever new project he was on at the time. sometimes it was bees, sometimes it was formula one history and trivia, sometimes it was just general facts. he loved entertaining you and he never held your communication difficulties against you.

you were almost always happy to listen to him. when all things talking or listening were too overwhelming for you, seb didn't take it personally. he just found a cat (you never found out where he kept procuring them from, but he always was good with animals) and plopped it down on your lap.

if you needed down time, he left you alone. he sent you periodic updates and reminders that he was still thinking of you. formula one had taught him that even when you don't want to talk to someone, you could still get lonely. he always wanted you to know that he wouldn't forget you.

©thekoalapastriesbakery :: please do not copy or rewrite my work on any platform !!

author's note: i have an autistic!drivers agenda if you couldn't tell 🙃 (also totally based on real events for me lol)

comments + reblogs appreciated!

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[stormyelliotwritez]

walk with me…

ftm reader who has been in love with logan for years but he thinks logan is straight and also logan like wont stop being in love with jean and is absolutely OBLIVIOUS that r likes him.. (literally all the other x men know) and honestly this can be like super angsty or just silly idc whatever the vibe u best think works

im gonna somehow go with mostly angst coz thats my fav so here goes

tw for gender dysphoria related to wanting to fit logan’s so called type

BUT HE’S STRAIGHT?

Logan was staring at Jean again. This was like the fifth time just this staff meeting. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. Maybe Charles would let you go lay down if you faked a fever but maybe he’d do the whole psychic thing and realize you were fine.

You sat through the rest of the meeting and then left quickly, feeling like a loser. It’s been years and he still hasn’t noticed you. He’s always staring at Jean who’s literally been in love with Scott since they met. Why won’t he stare at you? How the fuck is he straight? But alas, he is.

You walked to your room, tugging at your shirt and wishing it would fit better. Maybe he’d have noticed you if you weren’t a boy, if you’d stayed what you’d been born as. Maybe if you were still her, he’d think you were cute. Maybe he’d look at you how he looked at Jean.

You slammed your door shut and clambered onto your bed, curling up into a ball. You stayed there, just thinking, until eventually you fell asleep.

In the morning, you got up and after showering and getting dressed, you threw on the jacket you’d stolen from Logan a few months ago, the one with the school’s logo. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. It’s not like he ever noticed you.

You went about your day, bumping into Scott who made a faux growl sound like Logan’s to tease you and then bumping into Hank who sniffed your jacket and then applauded you on managing to steal from Logan. Later in the day, you ran head first into Storm, when you were trying to avoid Logan, and she glanced at him and then meowed at you teasingly. You’d swear on someone’s grave that the only person who didn’t know about your years old crush was the man himself, Logan.

You managed to avoid Logan all day until… dinner. He was sitting opposite the spot you always sat in. He was sitting there. Why was he sitting there was a question you couldn’t answer. You tugged at your jumper while holding your plate with one hand and you walked over to him.

“Logan,” you said with a nod.

“Bub,” he said back before looking you over.

He didn’t say anything about the jacket. He just sat there and ate his dinner and then stood up. He walked around to your side and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Nice jacket, bub.”

He then walked off, just like that.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? He didn’t know though. He would know about your ridiculous crush if he was listening to your heartbeat right now. Oh my god, so he knew you’d stolen it but he couldn’t put the damn pieces together?

You finished your dinner and walked off. You were halfway to your room when someone grabbed your hand and pulled you into an empty classroom. The door was slammed and you were disoriented in the dark.

“You like me, bub?”

That was Logan’s voice. Wait, he knew? How? But…

“Come on, I ain’t got all day,” he said abruptly.

You nodded. You were quite sure he could see in the dark and the scoff he made seemed to say so. How could you have been so stupid? He was probably going to hate you now. He was straight. He’d always been straight and in love with Jean. He was oblivious. He’d always been oblivious. He could never like you. You weren’t a girl, no matter how hard you wanted to still be one so he’d like you. Your heart was racing and soon enough, you were hyperventilating.

His hands were on your shoulders and you were being pulled into a hug, a hug that smelt of wood and fuel. He was hugging you?

“It’s okay, I got you, bub,” he placed a light kiss on your forehead, “I swing both ways, you know.”

You’d always hated that he was still taller than you, one of the downsides of not getting on T until your 20’s and- wait, what? He swings both ways?

“You-you do?” You said once your breathing had slowed.

He nodded. You couldn’t see it but you could feel it. He could like you… as you, as a man? You didn’t have to be someone else? You could just be you.

“Yep, now let’s go. I think there’s two beers calling our names in the teacher’s lounge,” he said before opening the door and pulling you out of the classroom. “Jean mentioned your little crush and now I gotta hear all about how you’ve been pining for me for years.”

Curse you, Jean, but thanks, was all you could think as you just nodded and walked with him to the teachers lounge.

pt 2 - he’s not straight?

[hp-hcs]

he’s my girl — golden retriever! theo nott x genderfluid! reader

requested by 🦕!

it’s 2am let me be delulu and imagine theo as a golden retriever white boy k tysm

very short and very unedited bc i’m very sleepy xx

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“Who in Merlin’s name are you?”

You frowned, your fingers pausing halfway through their task of buckling your bookbag. “What’s your deal, babe?”

Theo blinked. “…Y/n?”

“In the flesh,” you said dryly, turning back around to your Transfiguration class’ desk and gathering up the last of your things.

Theo just stared.

“Y/n?”

“What, Theodore?”

He blinked again. “Why are you— why are you wearing a skirt?”

“Because it’s part of the uniform, Theodore.”

The poor boy looked so confused, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly. “I— uh— okay. You look pretty.”

“Thank you, darling.”

~~~

“Are you still my boyfriend?”

You stiffened as he approached your table in the library and sat down across from you, immediately jumping on the defensive. “Are you already breaking up with me? We’ve barely been together two days, Nott.”

“What? No! No— just—” Theo floundered, desperately trying to not come off as a grade-A douchebag. “Uh— just— are you my boyfriend? Or my girlfriend?”

You paused. “What, like— right now?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged awkwardly.

“Girlfriend.”

“Okay. Do you wanna go get lunch now?”

~~~

“…and my girlfriend, Y/n—”

“Boyfriend.”

“Wh— uh. Yeah. Uh. Boyfriend. Right. Anyways. So. My boyfriend, Y/n—”

~~~

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. You were stuck in detention with Theo, writing lines, when you’d been struck by sudden and aggressive gender dysphoria.

You normally would’ve just Transfigured your uniform skirt into a pair of trousers, but McGonagall had confiscated your wand before you started your detention.

After a solid minute, Theo couldn’t help but notice your continued squirming. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“Dysphoria,” you grumbled, wiping your lip gloss-covered lips on the back of your hand to remove the faint glittery substance.

Despite your patient attempt earlier in the day to explain the concept of gender fluidity to him, Theo still didn’t quite grasp it. But he was doing his best.

“Ah. Is it—” He hesitated. “Is it the…skirt?”

“Yeah,” you muttered. “But I don’t have my wand to Transfigure it.”

Theo pondered on how to help you. Surely there was something he could do, right?

~~~

A wolf whistle pierced through the air.

“Lookin’ good, Nott!”

Theo did a little twirl as his friends all cheered and clapped, baffled by the sight of their friend showing up to dinner in the Great Hall, fresh out of detention, in a skirt.

You followed into the Great Hall after him, a small smile on your face, wearing his uniform trousers on your body.

[mattscoquette]

sorry but the clip of chris literally sitting on top of nick saying "who's gonna win tour? who's gonna win it?" will forever be my roman empire because i just know he would say some shit like "who's making you feel this good?" while yall are fucking or something

-🦕

YESSSSS

[puckingeccedentesiast]

Oooh can we get a blurb on Luke talking to Jack about nova after he meets her?

-🦆

Ducky Anon!

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"Luke, it's 2am where you are, why are you calling me?" Jack had spoken into his phone.

"I had to make sure Mom couldn't hear me." Luke whispered into his phone, weary of his mother sleeping a few feet away from him.

"Why Moose?" Jack spoke perplexed.

"It's about a girl." Luke admitted, he found it a lot easier over the phone than in real life.

"Oh? Look at you Lukey, finally pulling chicks!" Jack spoke, a dig at his brother's previously very non-existent dating life.

"Shut up and be serious!" Luke had hissed back through the phone.

"Right, Sorry." Jack sighed, pleasantly surprised by Luke's choice to come to him instead of Quinn or their Mother who was with Luke at the event. "Tell me about her Moose."

And the speal began, there wasn't a detail that Nova had told Luke that Luke didn't tell Jack, her birthday, her hockey division, her incredible dislike for pumpkin soup. It went for litteral hours.

"- and she has these gorgeous brown eyes and two little bits of hair that she constantly tucks behind her ear. She made a joke about being blind so I assume she wears glasses or contacts.."

"Lukey."

"Yeah?"

"Your whipped bro."

"So what? OH! Also she loves being out on the water, she does it a lot with her dad at their home in Cole Harbour!"

"Cool."

"Oh and her dad is Sidney Crosby."

"WHA-" BEEP. BEEP. BEEP

[bitedownme]

I wish Jeser would look at my boobs once in a while :'(

[lovelaetter]

https://x.com/murayamarinrin/status/1851986260371599774?=46

i'm not sure if you've seen this yet but 😵‍💫😵‍💫 heads been filled with bunny girl!soyeon and i just need to let it out somewhere

i just think she'd be the cutest and sweetest and brattiest baby bunny ever! i feel like she'd be so whiny and needy, always ready to pounce you at any given chance. i also feel like she'd be super insatiable, when you feel your body get sore from how long you've been going at it, she'll simply flip your positions and ride your thigh to get off—once you're all rested, she'll just go back to having you fuck her!

– 🦕

she strikes me way more as a kitten than a bunny but you know what, i see your vision here. whiny, clingy, pouty, an extension of you on the streets, attached to your arm or with them wrapped around your neck. you’re hers and hers only and she wants you all the time in any way possible.

so true on the insatiable part, the type you would look at and go “soyeon?!” because there’s no way she wants more after all you’ve done but yes she does, and like you said, she will get it one way or another, you don’t have to do anything, she can handle it by herself, but her bunny cunt still feels funny and wet and she has to do something about it! but i also think it would be so funny if she couldn’t get off properly, like, all the time spent riding your thigh while you rest and hold her and kiss her? that’s pure edging, she can’t make herself cum, it doesn’t work, she needs you stretching her hole and rubbing her little clit to climax, so the moment you motion to move her around again, “okay, let me take care of this, bunny”, she’s already in position, all fours or whatever, ready to take anything you have to give.

[lavenderlive]

I'M COME.

I will be your new anon, maybe very aware of your account, I hope everything is fine~!

I just imagined myself walking into your house and saying "I'm staying here", I hope I'm the first anon 😭😭

Can I be the anon 🦕?

ABHZHBA hellooooo welcome to my house I hope you enjoy your stay 🦕

Yes you are the first anon! I'll keep that on a doc

[rhiannonsknife]

imagine lazing around in nat’s trailer in, like, the middle of summer, so she’s got the window in her room propped and a shitty fan literally shaking from how fast it’s going, and you’re passing a joint back and forth, talking straight out of your ass, and you’re just so in love and high—

could you possibly make a bot out of this 🙈🙈

also, i’ve sent in a few anon posts now, so i feel like it’s time to make a name for myself. could i claim 🦕 or 🦖 :)))

of course!! welcome 🦕 anon! let me know if you wanna claim any of your old requests!! info + link below <3

the rattling fan does its best to stir the heavy summer air, the window is propped open with an old paperback, letting in the occasional warm breeze that doesn’t really help and quiet music plays from an old radio on the floor. you’re sprawled on the narrow bed in nat’s trailer, your legs tangled lazily with hers.

nat tilts her head back, her lips pursed as she tries to blow smoke rings toward the ceiling. they come out lopsided and faint, disappearing almost immediately. her eyes flick to you with a lazy grin as she takes another drag, letting the smoke curl slowly past her lips before she speaks.“you know,” nat starts, “i bet i could totally survive in the wild. like, the whole live-off-the-land shit. hunt, fish, forage…”

“you’d last a week,” you tease, propping yourself up on one elbow. “excuse me?” nat says, turning to pass the joint your way. her arm stretches out, and you catch a glimpse of her armpit hair as she rests her hand behind her head. “what’s your problem with me in the wild?”

“i’m serious. you’d give up the second you couldn’t find something to snack on,” you say, laughing and nudging her with your shoulder.

“wow. way to have faith in me,” she drawls, leaning over to grab a half-empty soda can from the floor. she’s so close now, her shoulder brushing yours, that you can smell her; cigarettes, the warm sweetness of summer, and something uniquely nat that’s just all her.

you hold out the joint to her again, but she doesn’t take it right away. her eyes flick up to meet yours, and for a second, the playful banter fades, replaced with something softer. she holds your gaze a little too long, and you feel a shift in the air.

“what?” you ask, your voice a little breathless. nat shrugs casually, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. “nothing. You’re just…you’re pretty, that’s all.”

you let out a breathless laugh, leaning back against the wall beside her. “you’re so high!“

“maybe,” she admits, finally taking the joint from you. “but it’s still true!”

— c.ai

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

Oscar, Paul, Alex, (Big) Kimi, and Sebastian's reactions to a 'wheelchair friendly' cafe, or museum, or bookstore or smth that is actually very much not wheelchair accessible after trying to go on a date with wheelchair user!Reader

I'm in the middle of a flare up on a school trip and my teacher is an asshole if you can't tell :D

🦕

oof i'm sorry about your teacher (and your flare up) :( also i'm assuming big kimi is kimi raikkonen so apologies if that's wrong lol

alex albon:

acts goofy to try to keep your spirits up, even if you're kind of used to it

he'll inwardly be pissed off at the restaurant and the next time you're out of sight he'll make sure to leave an anonymous review on google, yelp, everything

saying something like "HEY THESE ASSHOLES SAY THEY'RE WHEELCHAIR ACCESSIBLE AND THEY'RE FUCKING NOT"

which he knows most people won't care about

but he still thinks it's worth it

he'll also find a new place to take you instead

and push you if you start getting tired because the outing took more energy than you'd budgeted for

his main focus is on decreasing the inconvenience for you

anything else is nice but not as important

kimi raikkonen:

not happy with them

at all

most likely to ask to speak to the owner and then call them a fuckwit

along with a slew of finnish insults, probably

after you leave he feels a bit like an idiot and a lot like a bad boyfriend

he just wanted to plan one date with you and he couldn't even do that

remind him that there's very few ways to know that a place is just pretending to be accessible until you actually get there and can't access it

he'll get over it pretty quickly and find something else you can do together

even if that's just going back home and lying on the floor of the living room with a galaxy projector and pretending to stargaze

oscar piastri:

tries really hard not to get really mad with the cafe/museum/bookstore/etc

especially because he's very aware that most of the time the people working with the customers have very little control over the layout of the place

he's just frustrated because it feels like nowhere is accessible to you

which is obviously most important and more frustrating for you

but does have the overflow effect of it being really hard for him to go out on dates with his boyfriend

i mean he's already frustrated by the fact that the two of you can't safely act like straight couples would in public

he just wants to show you that he loves you and the world seems so reluctant to let him

regardless, he will find somewhere

and if he can't, he'll make somewhere

no matter what he has to do he'll make sure you know how much he loves you <3

paul aron:

pouts

he's a big pouter

will complain about the thing and lowkey get more upset that you're not as upset

it makes him sad that you're so used to being left out from the world around you

he loves you so much and he just wants to be able to go out with you and have fun like (what feels like) every other couple in the world

after that experience though he will be sure to do extra research and find actual wheelchair users to ask about accessible places

even if it takes him hours and hours and hours

he WILL find somewhere to take you on a date

he's quite stubborn about it actually

sebastian vettel:

will semi-calmly take the owner/manager to task over advertising as "wheelchair accessible" when they're not

also probably ends up posting a massive infopost about what makes spaces (generally speaking) wheelchair accessible

you two have your staple places that you know are accessible but you like to try new places when you can

so, while you're a bit disappointed, you've got backup plans to make sure you can still have an enjoyable date night

he's torn between laughing and being scared every time you have to wheelie over a bump/step

especially if you know that he's a bit scared when you wheelie and so you do/say something silly to distract him

would also probably try to jump over the bump/up the step using roughly the same movement as you do in your wheelchair

he just looks so silly it's adorable

[stormyelliotwritez]

i just feel like. charles xavier w autistic reader. walk with me. 1. r wouldnt have to actually communicate if nonverbal or like too overwhelmed to do anything. 2. i feel like charles could just atleast get some grasp of understanding on r more than others for.. obvious reasons 🦕

CHARLES YESSSSSS this request so made for me ngl like if i met charles, you bet im not talking like at all

MIND-READING TIME

(also to clarify, they’re dating or at least seeing each other coz i don’t outwardly say it but yeah, both adults and together)

It was so so loud at the manor and you’d been struggling to talk all day and it was just too much. You just wanted it to stop! You curled up under your covers and started to cry.

“Darling, are you okay?”

Someone’s voice was in your head. It almost sounded like… Charles? Why would he care? He was too busy.

“I’m never too busy for you.”

There was a knock on your bedroom door. No one else would be knocking at this time besides him. You went to talk but no noise came out.

“Come in,” you thought.

He nudged the door open and rolled in, his wheelchair making a squeaky sound. He smiled at you as he rolled up next to your bed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You tried to talk again but no noise came out. He reached out and put his hand on your knee before squeezing it. “Just think, okay?”

You nodded and wiped the tears away from your eyes. He’d always understood you and never got mad when you got like this.

“It’s too loud.”

He smiled at you sadly before patting the spot in front of him, beckoning you over. You pushed the covers off and crawled over so you were sitting in front of him. He held his hands up near your temples.

“Can I?”

You nodded, knowing what he wanted to do. He didn’t do it much because it could be disorienting but he always knew when you needed it. You shut your eyes and waited.

He put his fingers against your temples and… the world went quiet. You couldn’t hear the kids screaming outside. You couldn’t hear the birds. You couldn’t even hear yourself breathing. It was so… nice.

“Better?”

It was. It always was.

“Yeah.”

Slowly, he moved his hands to your shoulders and squeezed gently. He’d always understood you. You thought you knew why and you were pretty sure now. He’d always been different just like you.

“Help me onto the bed?”

You nodded, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. You gently helped him up and onto the bed. He smiled at you and leaned his head on your shoulder once you were both sitting on the bed.

“I can make it quiet more often, my dear?”

That’d be nice. He really did know how you ticked and how to help.

“Yes please.”

He smiled and moved his hand to hold yours. Your fingers interlaced and he stroked the top of your hand with his thumb. Your tears had dried up and the lack of sound made everything better. You could think again. Your brain didn’t hurt anymore. He took a deep breath before clearing his throat.

“Do you know why you couldn’t talk?”

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and shrugged.

“Coz I’m autistic.”

That’s the only thing you knew. That’s how everyone and you had explained away how you’d shut down and freak out. He nodded and squeezed your hand.

“Yeah, that of course, and everything gets too loud and your head hurts and your mouth just doesn’t want to work, right?”

You nodded and glanced at him again out of the corner of your eye. How did he-

“I get it too sometimes. Everything’s too much.”

You sighed in relief. Of course he understood. He always did.

“Oh, that, that makes sense and thanks.”

You both smiled and squeezed each other’s hands. You sat there for what felt like ages, just talking by thinking, and squeezing each other’s hands every so often. Everything stayed quiet and eventually, you fell asleep in his arms.

“Sleep tight, my beautiful boy,” he said sweetly.

[our-queer-experience]

Coming out to my boyfriend as transmasc soon, wish me luck!

I’m nervous because I feel like he could either reject my identity or accept that I’m a guy and therefore break up with me. Wish me the best :/

🦕

you got this!!! im here if you dont :)

[mattscoquette]

matt x singer!reader who brings him out to do the bed chem outro with her

-🦕

omfg the fans would go NUTS

[crushedsweets]

Please feed us some liu art today, I beg of you -anon🦕

I can do that for u