#idea from my beloved wife ofc

[finalexpenses]

fma re au..

[wysteria-bloom]

I have a funny little request, How do you think the baldur's gate 3 companions would react or respond to Tav talking to someone and who ever they are talking to asks them something about a husband/Wife and they point to one of the companions say “Yeah that’s my Husband/Wife right here”, Or Tav greeting the bg3 companions and saying “Hello my beautiful Wife or Handsome Husband how are you today?” Idk I think it would be funny you can either do all the companions or just a few and whoever else you want.

P.S One of the companions has to Karlach pls and thank you. Have a good day/night

↪"Say that again?"

Bg3 companions x reader

Warnings : none that I can think of, if there anything triggering please let me know

A/n : this is such a cute idea !!! Thank you so much for the request and ofc I'll include Karlach it's a literal crime if I don't

Characters : Astarion, Karlach, Shadowheart, Gale, Lae'zel, Wyll, Halsin, Minthara, Rolan, Raphael

▢ astarion

Astarion is mid-sip of his wine when he hears it. You’re chatting with a bartender, mentioning offhandedly, "Oh, my husband enjoys that brand of wine!" The words seem to hang in the air. A moment later, he chokes, coughing as he hurriedly sets his glass down.

"Sorry, darling, did I just hallucinate, or did you actually call me your husband?" He grins, sharp and playful, but there’s something else lurking in his ruby eyes—something softer. "How bold of you. I don’t recall signing any vows, though if they involve more pet names and adoration, I might be convinced."

Despite his teasing, there’s an undeniable smirk of satisfaction on his lips, and later that night, when he thinks you’re asleep, you catch him whispering his name with your last name attatched—testing the sound of it with a chuckle.

▢ shadowheart

Shadowheart stiffens, her hand momentarily pausing over the clasp of her pack as you effortlessly refer to her as your wife in conversation. She recovers quickly, a well-trained mask slipping into place, but you catch the slight widening of her eyes, the way her fingers tighten just a bit.

When the conversation is over, she turns to you, arms crossed, voice a delicate mix of amusement and hesitancy. "Wife, huh? That’s...a rather serious word, don’t you think?" There’s no irritation in her voice, just a quiet wariness.

You lean in and reassure her—tell her it just felt natural—she exhales, her stance softening. "I suppose... it doesn’t sound terrible coming from you." She smirks faintly, then, in a rare show of vulnerability, she murmurs, "Say it again. Just once."

▢ gale

Gale practically beams. He was in the middle of explaining some grand magical theory when you casually referred to him as your husband, and the conversation might as well have ceased to exist. He turns to you with wide, delighted eyes, as if you just handed him the crown jewel of Mystra herself.

"You—you truly think of me that way?" His voice is filled with genuine wonder, his hands twitching as if resisting the urge to pull you into an embrace right there. "I must admit, I rather like the sound of it."

For the rest of the day, he finds ways to bring it up—entirely coincidentally, of course. "Ah, yes, my spouse and I were just discussing that," he’ll say to a trader. Or, "Well, as my beloved has so kindly pointed out..." He’s positively radiant, and when the two of you are alone, he holds you close, murmuring, "One day, perhaps, we could make it more than just words."

▢ karlach

Karlach lets out the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. One moment, she’s hauling a crate of supplies, and the next, she’s throwing an arm around you, laughing loud enough to startle a nearby bard.

"Wife? You think I’m wife material?" She practically lifts you off the ground in a hug, her infernal engine humming warmly. "Oh, babe, you really know how to make a girl’s heart melt."

For the rest of the day, she won’t stop teasing you. "Hey, love, your wife could use a back rub after all that heavy lifting." Or "Shouldn't a wife get extra rations? I think that’s fair." But underneath the playful exterior, there’s a warmth in her gaze every time she looks at you—like you just gave her something precious she never thought she could have.

▢ lae'zel

The moment the word leaves your mouth—wife—Lae’zel halts. Her expression sharpens, golden eyes locking onto yours with an unreadable intensity. The person you were speaking to wisely excuses themselves, sensing the tension crackling in the air.

She steps closer, head tilting, her voice a low rumble. "You claim me as a wife?" It isn’t anger, but a challenge. Prove it, her tone demands.

You meet her gaze unwaveringly and confirm it without hesitation, she exhales, something pleased flashing across her face. "Hmph. Among my kin, such a title is not spoken lightly. If you speak it, you must own it."

Later, when camp is quiet and you were walking towards your tent, she pulls you aside, her hand gripping your wrist—possessive, firm but there was a softness to it that couldn't be denied. She looked flustered, frowning at you with a twitch of her brow," As your... wife. I demand we sleep in the same tent."

▢ wyll

Wyll is in the middle of charming a noble when you casually refer to him as your husband. The words slip from your lips without hesitation, and at first, he doesn’t react—so well-trained in maintaining composure. Only until the noble left did something warm flicker in his bi-coloured eyes, his confident smile faltering for just a heartbeat.

"Ah—your what?" He turns to you, and for the first time in a long while, the Blade of Frontiers looks genuinely caught off guard.

When you confirm it with an easy smile, he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, as if trying to suppress the warmth creeping up his face. "Well, now you’ve gone and made a man blush," he teases, but there’s a softness to it. A part of him that seems to hold onto the word like a cherished melody.

Later that evening, when the two of you have a rare quiet moment, he leans in, his voice lower, more earnest. "You really see me that way?" His hand finds yours, thumb tracing circles against your palm. "Because I could get used to that."

▢ halsin

Halsin is kneeling by a wounded animal, murmuring a quiet spell of healing, when the word husband leaves your lips. It’s said so casually—to another druid, in passing—that at first, he doesn’t seem to react.

But then, as the spell finishes, he turns to you, golden eyes warm with something deeply affectionate. A slow smile spreads across his face, creasing the corners of his eyes. "Husband," he repeats, testing the weight of it, his voice rich with amusement. "That is… a title of great commitment. And yet, hearing it from you, it feels as though it has always been true."

There’s no teasing, no hesitation—only an earnest kind of joy. He steps closer, brushing his fingers against your cheek, his touch feather-light. "If this is how you see me, then I will wear the title with pride." His voice drops to a low murmur, meant only for you. "And should you ever wish to make it more than words, I will answer gladly."

From that moment on, he often refers to you in kind—my heart, my love, and, on particularly affectionate days, even my wife/husband/mate. It is not just a title to him; it is a promise.

▢ minthara

Minthara doesn’t react at first. Not outwardly. She merely continues sharpening her blade, her red eyes cold and unreadable as you casually refer to her as your wife in conversation.

The person you were speaking to quickly departs, sensing the weight of silence that follows. Then, without looking up, Minthara speaks, her voice dangerously low. "You called me wife."

It isn’t a question. It’s an evaluation. A test.

You confirm it, she finally lifts her gaze to meet yours, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "How bold of you," she muses, setting her blade aside. "Amongst lolth-sworn drow, such words are not spoken lightly. They are a claim. A promise."

She stands, stepping into your space, her presence as commanding as ever. A hand grips your chin—not harsh, but firm. Possessive. "If you call me wife, then you had best mean it."

And yet, later that night, when the camp is quiet and she believes no one is watching, she lingers at your side a little longer. A rare softness flickers in her eyes before she turns away, murmuring to you just loud enough for you to hear—"Hmph. It does have a certain... power to it."

▢ raphael

The moment the word husband leaves your lips, Raphael goes completely still. The conversation you were having with an unfortunate merchant screeches to a halt as the cambion turns his attention fully on you. The air crackles with something dangerous—something deeply, intensely amused.

A slow smirk stretches across his lips. "My dear, I do believe I misheard you," he purrs, voice as smooth as velvet. "Did you just call me your husband? How delightfully bold of you."

He steps closer, red eyes gleaming with something unreadable—pleasure? Possession? The thrill of a game he suddenly must win? He takes your hand, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles. Never breaking eye contact as his lips were curved in that usual salacious smirk of his,"Now, if you are to call me husband, I expect proper treatment. Gifts. Devotion. Perhaps a throne befitting a devil of my caliber."

There’s teasing in his tone, but beneath it? Oh, there’s something else entirely. Later, when no one is around, he murmurs against your ear, "let me hear it again... it sounds so terribly tempting when it falls from those lips of yours."

▢ rolan

Rolan is mid-rant—complaining about some idiot who failed to organise the library books the right way—when you absentmindedly refer to him as your husband. He stops talking. Completely.

His mouth opens. Closes. His tail flicks rapidly behind him, betraying his internal spiral.

"Wha—wait—what did you just call me?" His voice cracks, and he immediately clears his throat, straightening his shoulders in a desperate attempt to regain his dignity.

When you repeat it, casual as ever, he stares at you like you just cast Wish in front of him. "That’s… I mean, I am an impressive partner, but—" He crosses his arms, looking away, his cheeks burning a darker, unmistakable shade of red. "You can’t just say things like that without warning someone!"

But for the rest of the day, he’s noticeably smug—standing taller, magic practically crackling at his fingertips. And if you listen closely, you might hear him muttering under his breath: "Husband. Hah... obviously."

[mihii-i]

Toots ik you got a whole lot of requests but hear me out 🧏🏻‍♀️

Jealous Arlecchino oneshot with smut or suggestive ending🧎🏻‍♀️

Like her and her hot af wife (reader) going on a lil mission in a different nation and have to continuously speak with a woman who the Fatui has connections with to help them

And reader and said woman are getting along TOO good and while reader is thinking this is some cute girls-bonding-time the woman is literally drooling over her and trying to keep her away from Arlecchino

Arlecchino notices ofc 🤗

The rest is up to you, but please no degradation or like “you were enjoying her attention” type thing in the smut/suggestive part <3

vexations.

Pairings: arlecchino x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, jealousy, fatui member reader (rank not specified), weird lady get tf away, uh moew, the sigma inside me is yearning for deck, lowkey the no degration part gave me an idea, strap on use, praise, small bit of marking, not proofread.

A/N: GIRL OMG lowkey I love that you kinda said no degradation or the attention relishing thing bc honestly I don’t like that kinda stuff either as u can see from like a lot of my work I avoid humiliation and stuffs I like fluffy sex SO YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT BC IT KINDA FEELS WEIRD YK anyway hope u like this yayayay 🕯️

“Arle hurry up! The negotiator won’t wait forever.”

A soft nudge brushed along the blade of your shoulder as you tilted your head over, noticing your wife leaning at your side upon catching up from behind you. Arlecchino breathed out a quiet hum in response, the crisp winds of the howling sky assaulting your skin in a cold fury. Usually, the weather in Fontaine wasn’t overtly cold as it was now, typically balanced between being fairly warm yet decently cool.

Usually, your time with your dear wife was cut short from the barrage of missions piled up one after another, shrouding her schedule immensely. Mission after mission led to Arlecchino trudging out of the house with her infamous fluffed harbinger coat hung loosely over her shoulders, deep eyes looking back to the opening in annoyance upon being unable to spend more time with you. She dreaded it. The prospect of leaving you all alone so early in the morning scrambling along the fluffed sheets for her touch, only to wake to an empty edge in disappointment.

Although you were in fact slotted in a position within the ranks of the Fatui, you never found yourself venturing out on an array of missions like Arlecchino was. Preferring to keep to yourself as you weren’t exactly the brightest when it came to negotiations. Each day, you found yourself lounged on the couch of your shared home, cheek squished against the flat of your palm in anticipation for the door to creak open to reveal your beloved herself. You could only sigh as the clock hand flicked over agonizingly slow, your eyes lowered as your muscles tensed to await her arrival.

However, things were quite different when it came to the Tsaritsa’s request for negotiations in Fontaine’s watchful eye of justice, as it drew caution to Arlecchino having to go alone. It was quite clear on how oddly strict and valued the Nation of Justice’s view on lawful order was, posing a threat to her if she were to even slip up in the slightest manner. Not to mention, the Fatui were in fact highly fixated on and monitored especially in the nation, meaning every waking step she took in the streets would be monitored carefully one way or another. Of course, as the wonderful spouse you were, you had decided to take up to mission alongside Arlecchino, stunning even the Tsaritsa herself at your assertion.

Arlecchino’s eyes traced the fluffed pale clouds heaped along the clear sky, gaze lowering to the heavy stone gate solidly rooted into Fontaine’s earth. The two of you continued to approach the domed gate to one of the nation’s renowned cities, bustling crowds rushing through every corner in a split second once you both step foot through the gate. You found yourself clinging to Arlecchino’s arm at the swarms of people closing in, fingers subtly squeezing the fabric in mild discomfort.

It wasn’t long before she took notice of your visibly cramped form and furrowed brows as you grasped her arm for support, her arm circling your waist closely as a response to the gesture. Pushing past the crowd, you both ended up before a fine establishment resembling a hotel towering above you in an uncountable height of stories above. You pulled out a slip of paper from your jacket pocket swiftly, hand scrambling in the heaps of fluff before letting out a triumphant sigh upon finding it. Carefully, you unfolded the tattered paper, examining the building and the address before shoving it back and nodding to Arlecchino in affirmation.

A hollow gold light spanning across the hotel greeted you upon entering, bouncing off the gold handles before the front desk. Whatever address you had received, the negotiator sure was quite lavish in her tastes. Faint clicks of heels reverberated in your ears, the sound drawing closer with each tap against the floor. An uneasy feeling rocked within you as you could hear them, a sense of deception circling the atmosphere. You only pressed your shoulder to your wife’s to ease yourself, attempting to remain professional upon the negotiator’s arrival.

The woman’s eyes squinted down at you, clearly observing every minute detail that painted your complexion from head to toe, hand rested on her hip in a gust of silence swallowing the air. Blinking in surprise upon her hand stretching out toward you, her expression was strangely amiable, gaze lit up as she seemed ecstatic to meet you. “Ah, hello! It would be a pleasure to negotiate with you!”

You mindlessly shook her hand, puzzled at the sudden shift in demeanor from the woman as she grasped your hand. She breathed out a sigh as she pulled her hand away, huffing in response to compose herself before turning to Arlecchino. Her expression before Arlecchino quickly grew stern, voice dropping to one rather cold and unenthusiastic as they silently shook hands. The interaction alone only made your stomach twist in uncertainty, the sparking contrast in behavior she showed between you two clearly throwing you off.

“I suppose that you are in fact the renowned negotiator with such a high reputation among the Fatui?” Arlecchino inquired, voice low. You could pick up on the fact in no time that she sensed something off about this woman. She only breathed out an unsatisfactory hum in response and nodded, gaze darting back to you in seconds as her face lit up. Within seconds, you couldn’t help but stiffen when her pointer finger traced the bottom of your jawline, experimentally running it along your skin.

Rather amused at your confused look, she only smiled once more, pursing her lips together as she pulled away. Arlecchino’s gaze only grew dark as she observed her movements against you, mind stinging with displeasure at the diplomat’s unusual proximity toward you. She could only shake off that numbing annoyance elusively, looking away from the sight of someone else getting handsy with her darling.

Pulling back, the woman cleared her throat, folding her hands in front of her as she seemed satisfied with your jumbled expression. “Well..shall we begin with the negotiations? How about over coffee?” She mused. You nodded in compliance, glancing over at Arlecchino to note any objections. To which, she hesitantly provided none. Yet, she could only feel her skin bristle at the sight of the woman’s arm snaked over the back of your neck as a way of ‘guiding’ you to the said coffee store. Arlecchino was only left trailing behind, a maelstrom of fury embedded below her usually unfeeling face.

—

“Mm…(Name), sweetie, do you like the coffee I bought for you?”

You breathed out a puff of steam, expression relaxed as you only grinned at her in response. Perhaps she was to be trusted, as the negotiator had been nothing but kind to you, only treating you with the highest degree of affection and respect. Her adoring actions only led you to ease up around her, growing fairly close with her as if you were speaking to someone you already knew for years. Despite the relief that she was friendly, you couldn’t help but being unable to shake off the same uneasiness that jabbed at the back of your brain at her initial arrival. Plus, paired with her dismissive treatment toward Arlecchino only served to throw you off, shrinking away from trusting her altogether.

“Ah. Yeah…you really know your stuff here don’t you?” You chuckled in response, occasionally glancing over at Arlecchino who was left unchecked throughout the entire course of your “negotiations.” Arlecchino noticed your eyes frequently darting over to her, causing her to sit up from her slight slouch and dismissively wave her hand toward you. Nodding, you turned back to the negotiatior, elbows propped up onto the table and palms on either side of her face as she pushed her shoulders forward.

Suddenly, your wife couldn’t hold back her words for the sake of something so silly intruding on your original mission, leaning forward as she spoke up. “About the negotiations-“

The woman only shot the harbinger a sharp glare, cutting her off with a frown. Yet, it was plain obvious that Arlecchino wasn’t the meek type, a stir of hatred boiling within her for this sudden diplomat who came to snatch you out of nowhere. She held her tongue, yet not out of submission, but rather out of restraint—afraid she would be unable to keep her composure and snap at the high authority figure to quit her rather hands on approach toward you.

Throughout the course of the uncomfortably drawn out conversation, consisting of downright lewd hints thrown out from the negotiator toward you only felt like an eternity of malaise tainting the atmosphere. An annoyed scoff from Arlecchino finally caught your attention as she stood up, the silverware and glass rattling against the table from the sheer force of her palms planted onto the table for support to raise her to her feet. She huffed out once more, shoulders hunched over in order to retain her emotions boiling up within her.

Fangs of jealousy sunk into Arlecchino as she walked away from the table without a word leaving her lips, the bitter taste seeping into her mouth only pushing her further into a deep annoyance. She typically didn’t show any sort of emotion that would come close to nearly eliciting this type of anger from her, yet perhaps her sole affection toward you only fueled her otherwise closed off heart. Her guarded heart that only beat for you.

—

“A-Arle- mm..please..”

You lay helpless below her touch, soft gasps sharply rushing past your lungs as her lips glided along yours in a slow, passionate rhythm. Her darkened hands only curled around your wrists to hold you down, continuing her flaming kisses burning against your tongue as your eyebrows raised with that needy expression she loved oh so much. Quiet pants echoed in your ears as Arlecchino pulled away, eyes glossed over as the woman hovering above you looked foggy from your slightly blurred vision.

You couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of her sharp nails dragging along the protruding veins of your wrist in slow circles, crimson lipstick smeared across a new area of your throat every time you looked down. Arlecchino only hummed in satisfaction against your flushed skin, her own body weight along yours locking you down in place as the strap fastened around her waist pressed down onto your lower abdomen.

Muffling through your endless barrage of whimpers, you managed to breathe out through her relentless assault on your body. “I- ah- m’sorry Arle..I- didn’t realize she- mm..was doing that..I promise I didn’t enjoy-!” Your voice resembled that of a choked back sob, immediately hushed by Arlecchino’s soothing voice vibrating from her throat.

“Shh. It’s okay, darling. I would never think so lowly of you, and I know you aren’t that kind of person. The woman I fell in love with is below me, only desiring my actions in this moment, right?” She assured, lips stretching in a gentle smile as her pointer finger dragged down your chest all the way to your stomach.

You only heaved a sigh of joy, which was almost immediately cut off by a high pitched moan upon feeling her middle finger trace your slit. Your panting came out in shallow breaths as her x-marked eyes bore into you, gleaming red like that of a blood moon shone brightly to illuminate your complexion. Her touch was all that you craved in this moment, feeling a wash of affection overtake you at your wife’s calming presence soothing you in even your greatest moment of uncertainty.

Underwear nearly dropped down to your ankles, Arlecchino only seemed entranced by your slick glistening along your folds as such a gorgeous sight to behold. Her eyes darted back up to you once more, gaze meeting yours.

“May I continue?”

To which you only nooded eagerly, eyes flickering to her silicone cock pressed along your stomach. The second you felt the tip intruding along your walls, you immediately gnawed on your lower lip defensively, suppressing your inevitable noises.

Her lips pushed against yours once more, capturing you in a deep, languid kiss as her hips rolled against yours in circular motions, length fully pushing into you with each thrust. Your walls clamped around her faux cock like a vice, moans bouncing off the walls as her cock continued to massage that one spot within you. Everything was absolutely intoxicating. Arlecchino’s scent, her praises, her body pressed to yours, the way she was buried inside you. It was all as if she was so deeply connected to you that she never wanted to let go—as if it went to show how much she loved you with everything she had.

“Just like that. Archons, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

It didn’t take long for the sensation bundling up within you to finally snap, your walls tightening around Arlecchino’s cock to make sure she couldn’t pull back. Your juices coated the strap all over, the messy fashion of it dampening the sheets below you as she let out a satisfactory breath in response. Slowly, Arlecchino waited for you to come down from your high to loosen your grasp around her dick, her palm pressed to your face gently as she thumbed at your cheek in a reassuring manner to take your time,

Before long, you were strewn out on the bed, exhausted as Arlecchino’s arm was draped over you protectively. Her face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, taking in your warmth as her nerves eased up. As she law curled up beside you, protecting you in her arms as you slumbered, it was as if all her vexations had disappeared from earlier today, her mind was finally put at ease.

That you were hers. And hers only.

—

The next morning, you met up with the negotiator once more, with her face twisted in confusion and mild hint of disappointment at the sight of Arlecchino holding you up to help you walk. Surely your legs weren’t functioning well enough after the previous night. The woman only tapped her chin with an unintelligible grumble, eyes darting away as you let out an awkward chuckle.

“I- ah..ahem..shall we discuss the negotiations..?”

Funny how quickly she had switched up the second she realized that you wouldn’t even think about leaving Arlecchino’s side. You loved her far too much to detach yourself from her arm even. You nodded toward her as you leaned your head onto Arlecchino’s shoulder, eyes dreamy and filled with a sort of solace tinged into your soul as you gazed up at her.

She stared back down at you with the same affection that she would only reserve for the likes of you, hand tightening into your protectively once more.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/N: WOOOO DID THIS ON A SCHOOL NIGHT IT IS 12:43 AM I THINK IM FUCKED BUT THATS OKAY 🔥🔥🔥

FINISHED MY PHYSICS LAB FEELING GOOD I LOVE EATING THE WALL I AM HORRIFIED TO SLEEP CAUSE I JUST WATCHED SMILE 2 AND HOLY SHIT THEY WERENT WRONG ABOUT NOT WATCHING THE MOVIE IF YOU WERENT IN THE BEST PLACE MENTALLY BUT THATS OKAY BC IT WAS GOOD AND I LOVE NAOMI SCOTT. I’m still fucking scared of the curse and the stupid entity tho

Why am I dumping this what this was a long ass a/n rant probably bc I’m traumatized from the movie lol I don’t wanna step foot in my hallway in the dark.

Anyway please enjoy dinner is served and back to school but break is soon so we’re good

monker

[damn-stark]

hiii!! I was wondering if you could write a hwang Jun Ho x reader where it’s angsty but with fluff ofc as well!! the plot is totally up to you :))

Strained Heart

Hwang Jun-ho x wife!reader

A/N- My first Squid Game imagine so I really hope you like it:)

Warning- Angst and fluff! Spoilers for the show!

Pairing- Hwang Jun-ho x wife!reader

Episode- 2x01

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*12:00 AM*

“Hello?” Your voice comes out groggy, making the person on the other end of the call let out a shaky sigh before they interject.

“I am so sorry to call so late, ma’am, please forgive me,” a sweet feminine voice sounds extremely apologetic and almost as if she had hurt you by just calling so late. “I am calling from the hospital regarding your husband, Hwang Jun-ho.”

The grogginess that was making you all foggy leaves your body in a flash of a second as you hear the name of your husband. She has not mentioned his state but after days of not hearing from him and him not coming home, just hearing someone call you in regards to him is like a spike of adrenaline.

“He was admitted earlier today without any identification, but we were finally able to contact you—”

“Is…my husband alive?” You cut the woman off because you can’t sit in anticipation anymore. You need to know now.

“Yes. He has not woken up, but he was able to get treated. He will be here for the full day if you wish to come and see him. I am sorry again for calling so late. Goodnight.”

“Good night,” you mumble before you pull the phone away from your ear and let it slip from your hold as you drop your head into your hand while also holding your chest and letting out a deep shaky breath.

You had called his phone so many times and messaged him twice as much. When he did not come home the first night, you called his work over and over again in hopes something would change or that they would have received any kind of word from him, but they also had no idea where he had gone. You were all in the dark and the worry had begun eating away at you.

However, there’s finally news from him and you can’t say you’re riddled with relief nor that the strain over your heart lets go, but you no longer feel fear over him being potentially dead. Perhaps you should still feel scared, when you reach the hospital he doesn’t wake up. You wait until morning, but he still fails to rise with the sun. It has his poor mother weeping with worry, but you don’t feel a sliver of fear.

Maybe it’s because you know him better. He’s a fighter, after all, you know that. He wouldn’t give up so easily, especially not when he has yet to hear from his beloved brother. Or maybe fear doesn’t cling to you because your mind is focused on an annoying thought telling you to leave.

You don’t want to live with constant worry, if this is how your life is going to be with him, you don't want any part of it. You can’t live with the constant fear that one morning will be the last time you get to kiss him before he leaves your front door. That strain left you almost invalid this time around, you couldn't focus on anything but him, and all you imagined was violent made-up thoughts of different deaths. Could you really live through that again? Do you want to?

You love Jun-ho, but if that fear and pain is going to be following you around like a looming shadow can you go on at his side and be swallowed by it?

You let out a shaky breath and drift your eyes away from his resting face, catching his lonely hand resting at his side and feeling tempted to grab it to provide him some warmth and comfort while he still lies unconscious as if debating at that moment to give in and take his hand, or leave it be and run with that cruel thought.

Yet before you can decide the heart monitor starts to pick up, not in an alarming way, but enough to pique your curiosity and make you look back at him, noticing at that moment his eyes fluttering open at long last.

“Jun-ho,” you breathe out and slowly rise from your seat at the same time his mother does.

“Jun-ho,” his mother calls out with more tears already rolling down her cheeks. As said man’s eyes open wider she cries out. “Jun-ho, can you hear me?”

A shaky breath runs past your lips and you immediately stroke his cheek with a faint relieved smile spreading on your lips.

“Doctor!” His mother shouts as she runs out before you can offer to call a nurse or doctor inside. “I need a doctor in here! My son just opened his eyes!”

Jun-ho’s dark eyes remain fixated on the ceiling and he breathes out a single name. “In-ho.”

It’s his brother's name. The same estranged brother he’s been searching for, and the same estranged brother he worries about everyday

“Jun-ho,” you call out softly as if to not hurt him, and his eyes slowly shift to you, making his heart monitor skip a beat and a glimmer flash in his eyes as he makes out your face and seems to realize you’re no fever dream. He then utters your name and your smile widens while tears fall from your eyes without warning.

Before either of you can utter anything else besides each other's names his mother returns with a nurse who does a check up on him and preps him to be seen by a doctor. Thus for a while, he belongs to the fleet of nurses that barge in, as well as the doctor that comes in and out until they’re all finally satisfied and know for certain that nothing is wrong with his brain or heart after he was found drowning.

Drowning…he was drowning and you didn’t have a clue. Your worst fear could have come true and you would have never known, you would have lived forever worried and searching desperately if he hadn’t been found.

Can you really go on living like that?

That thought spins in your mind without seeming to know how to stop until finally, Jun-ho steals your attention. “Are you okay?” He asks with his voice still raspy.

You swallow back nervously and then draw in a deep breath. His mother seems to have caught the tension and excuses herself from the room. It’s only when the door is closed that you give his question an honest answer.

“Where were you? I called. I messaged you, and all I got that night you didn’t come home was that I shouldn’t worry, but you were gone for days, Jun-ho. And when I hear from you again, all I get is a call from the hospital saying you were brought in.”

Jun-ho’s eyes linger on you, on your furrowed eyebrows, and your eyes brimming with tears of frustration and he sighs deeply as he averts his eyes.

“I…can’t tell you what I was doing just yet. Wait until we get home so I can tell you what I know. For now,” he says and looks back at you with a slightly pleading look. “Can you trust me when I say I’m sorry for making you worry? I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have another choice and my phone was only at half percent battery.”

You scoff in disbelief and slowly rise from your seat to pierce a glare into him. “That’s all I get? After I was riddled with worry not knowing if you’re alive or not?”

“Did you get what I sent you?” He asks and avoids answering, but that only infuriates you more.

“Jun-ho!”

“Please.”

Your frown deepens and you shake your head stiffly. “No.” You deadpan. “The nurse said you didn’t have a phone on you when you were brought in either.”

He groans and drops his gaze, so you press yourself against the edge of the bed and dig your eyes deep into his gaze to press him. “When we got married you said that you would not let me live with that kind of worry. You promised me Jun-ho, and look at us now.”

He slowly finds you again and with the strength he was gaining, he picks his hand off the bed and wraps his fingers around your hand to offer you some consolation. “I…found my brother…that’s what I was doing, and that’s all I can offer you now. I will explain it all when we go home, where I don’t have to worry if my mother or anyone will overhear. Can that be enough for now?”

Your breath catches and curiosity and confusion fill your mind, outweighing your frustration. Jun-ho sees that and continues to pass another apology. “I am sorry. Please forgive me. I…will do better. I promise.”

That cruel thought pulses in your mind, making your doubt clear.

“I…will change departments. I will work as a traffic officer. Just say you forgive me. I found my brother and lost him all in the same day. I…can’t lose you too.”

That cruel thought falters before it's completely destroyed by your bleeding heart. He doesn’t offer another promise, just sweet and affectionate words, but that’s enough to make your heart swoon and make you grab his hand to kiss his knuckles before you press your forehead against his.

“Don’t give up what you like to do for me…nothing will stop me from worrying, just…don’t leave me in the dark.”

Jun-ho grabs your hand and presses it against his beating heart, letting you feel the same ba-dum you hear on the monitor by his bed.

“I will try,” he offers you without making a promise so as to not potentially break another promise.

“I’m so glad and relieved you’re alive and back to me,” you whisper against his forehead, making him lift your hand to his dry lips to press a kiss on the heel of your hand and find peace in the silence.

[atlaculture]

Hi! You are awesome, your blog is awesome, it's a great inspiration and very interesting to read!

(I even want to translate some of the posts, with credits and everything, to share your awesomeness with not-english-speaking part of the fandom, if you don't mind)

I saw you helped other fans with creating looks for their original characters... Please, can you give an advice: where to look for references if I want to draw an AU with Yue being saved by not the Moon, but the Ocean spirit? Just mentioning the general direction would be great! She definitely should have a different hairstyle (+hair color ofc), a different spirit-form and a different name... I barely know anything about asian/ingenious cultures and don't want to make rude mistakes.

I know it's a lot so any small advice will be very helpful.

And thank you for your posts, you are absolutely amazing! 💜

Aww, thank you! I'd love it if you translated my posts into German. <3

Interestingly enough, both the Chinese and Inuit ocean deities are women, so there is plenty of inspiration to draw from for Yue. ^_^

Like most mythology, these stories have countless versions. I'll be choosing the versions that are most relevant to Yue. This will be a two-part post, with the first part covering Inuit culture.

Inuit Mythology: Sanna / Sedna

There was once a beautiful and kind girl named Sanna who did not want to marry and turned down many suitors. One day, a seemingly talented hunter passes through her village and demands she become his wife. Her father decides to marry her off against her will, in exchange for the hunter's large haul of fish.

The man reveals himself to be a powerful raven in disguise and carries her off to his nest--- this won't be the only time that The Raven tries to kidnap a pretty girl in Inuit mythology. Realizing his mistake, Sanna's father gets in his boat and steals her back from The Raven's nest. As he and Sanna begin rowing away, The Raven flaps it great wings and conjures up a storm.

Fearing The Raven's wrath, Sanna's father throws her into the sea as an offering. She swims back to the boat and grabs on to its edge to stay afloat. Fearing that she'll capsize the boat with her weight, her (asshole) father chops her fingers off in a panic.

Poor Sanna sinks helplessly into the ocean, her chopped off fingers following behind her. Fortunately, she is reborn as the Mother of the Sea and her chopped off fingers transform into the beloved sea mammals of the Arctic (and a much more substantial food source than fish): Whales, narwhals, seals, sea lions, and walruses.

The waters and animals that Sanna watches over will be good to those who treat animals and other people with respect.

You can see how her tale relates to Yue's story. Physically speaking, Sanna is often portrayed as resembling a mermaid, but with a seal's tail. Yue's hair could be black like a murky ocean. I also think it would be cool if you gave Yue line tattoos on her fingers, to represent the tragedy that befell Sanna.

Additional Thoughts

I like the idea of ocean goddess/mermaid Sanna wearing a parka with mittens; she only takes off her mittens to show off her finger stubs and give people a little fright. She's got a sense of humor about it. ^_^

Chukchi people, who are culturally similar and geographic neighbors to Inupiat people, believe the ocean god is the son of The Raven. I guess their version of Sanna ended up staying and having kids with her bird husband.

Sanna's story is so heart-wrenching. She should spend the rest of her days playing with baby seals and pranking people with her hands.

[liliewrites]

Hii! Do you still take requests? If so, could you please write some fluff with soft Arlecchino x fem!Reader, who has big sleeping problems and stuff like that. And maybe Arle humming a quiet little lullaby/tune, to help calm us or stuff 👀

Or! 'Cchino with Fem!Reader, who's afraid of thunderstorms

If you have an idea on a way to combine both that would be so so cool and amazing! Sorry if there is something wrong about it. You ofc dont have to write it, if you dont want to

HELLOOOO ANONNNN!!:) it is i, kylie, here to make ur wishes come true and lemme tell u because i actually do struggle with sleep sometimes and to have arlecchino comfort you.. what a dream.. (funnily enough i have a plushiecchino and i have it next to me when i sleep she's so skrunklydoo) anyw here's ur request! hope u like itttttttt!!

-warning/s ; none! just tooth rotting fluff with soft arle:))

(men pls dni utc!)

it was a cold, stormy night.

your lover lay beside you, sound asleep with her arms loosely wrapped around you. you let out a sigh, this was one of the many nights that you were just hit with the inability to sleep and the thunderstorm was not helping either. it frustrated you greatly as lacking adequate sleep extremely made you feel more tired during the day when taking care of the children. however, your efforts were futile, completely giving up as what you've estimated to have wasted at least half an hour on trying to force yourself to sleep, you carefully slip away from your lover's hold, being wary of not waking her up. as soon as you were able to get out of bed without issue, you stretched a little before grabbing the silk robe on the nearby armchair. you put it on and messily tied your hair into a bun, slipping your feet into those fluffy slippers to further silence your footsteps.

you then headed for the door so you could leave for the study room down the hall as you decided to just read instead yet not even a few steps away from the armchair near your bed, your wife had started to shuffle around making you halt your movements. you were startled when she immediately sat straight up, eyes darting everywhere as she looked for you. "beloved??" she exclaimed, unable to see you as her eyes adjusted to the dark.

you looked at her, finding her adorable as she sat there with an alarmed expression, but the sleepiness was evident on her face. "darling, hello.." you greeted her with a sheepish smile, and you could see the look of relief that was then replaced with worry. "is there something the matter, my love? it's in the middle of the night.." she mumbled, getting off the bed to approach you. clad only in her pajamas and a loose tank top, you couldn't help but blush a little, your wife looked handsome and gorgeous as she walked towards you.

"is it because you cannot fall asleep again, love?"

she asked as strong, firm arms had found it's way around your waist. arlecchino was taller than you, no doubt, and she placed her chin on your shoulder. her bigger figure that slightly engulfed yours always provided you a sense of safety and comfort, so you were able to let out a sigh of relief as she tucked herself in the crook of your neck, pressing her lips on your skin.

"unfortunately, that is the case, my beloved. i was just going to head to the study room to read, you can go back to sleep.."

at your words, arlecchino separated from your shoulder to look at you. she's noticed that you've been having trouble sleeping more often lately, and it worries her greatly. "are you ill, beloved? perhaps any issues or problems that plague your mind?" she asks, and your hands find it's way to her face. your touch a soothing balm to her troubled soul, but her worries remained nonetheless and you knew that.

"nothing much, really. i just cannot fall back asleep, and the thunderstorm isn't helping. it's.. scaring me a little." you told her truthfully, and it assured her at least a little to know that you were unharmed and safe from any sort of illness, but the issue of you losing sleep while being frightened of the ongoing thunderstorm stays nagging her mind. she lets out a sigh and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, before whispering in your ear. "then lay with me, my love. let me put you back to sleep."

with no objections, you nodded, deciding to put your faith into arlecchino's capabilities of putting someone to sleep. after all, you guessed that before you, it was her who took tucked the children in bed. she grabbed your hand and led you back to bed, tucking you under the sheets before climbing in beside you. she leaned on the headboard, pulling your head to lay on her chest as she held you close. "i wonder, will i be experiencing what you do to the kids when they cannot sleep?" you jest, and she pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "no, do you want to? usually they end up crying when i use my preferred method." she answers with her usual deadpan tone, making you look at her with a slightly upset gaze. "arlecchino! what did you do to the kids?" you asked, with a scolding tone, causing the harbinger's heart swoon a little with your concern for the kids. her lips break into a small smile, patting your head. "kidding, my dear. i do not harm them but also do not "tuck" them. when they tell me that they cannot sleep i just tell them that i will make them fall asleep, and they usually scurry off." she confesses, and you sigh, now you know why the kids ask you to tuck them in bed. before you could speak a word, she cuts you off.

"- but that is besides the point, love. for now, we should focus on getting you back to sleep."

you nod, settling back into her chest, deciding to let it go for tonight and talk about it in the morning instead. the moment you close your eyes though, a roaring thunder crackled, making you flinch. arlecchino says nothing, but she wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you in a tight and protective embrace.

"beloved, i.. want to hear your voice. could you perhaps sing me a lullaby?"

arlecchino was a harbinger-- and one known to be a bringer of death. she was not a singer. she was a trained soldier, one among the highest ranks. she wouldn't agree with your request.

but..

"very well, but i will not sing. humming a melody is the best i can do."

"fair enough."

you couldn't help but smile, knowing your wife couldn't outright and completely say no to you, so much for being feared across teyvat, you think. arlecchino notices the smile on your face, and she may not have shown much of a reaction, but she feels her heart flutter-- and really, even if it means looking like a fool, then she would. she'd be true to her name and act like a harlequin if it meant seeing you smile.

you close your eyes to the sound of her heartbeat, accompanied with her soft humming. her hand caressing your shoulder in a comforting manner, before wrapping two arms around you to hold you much much more closer. the thunderstorm was loud and it persisted, but as of the moment, all you could focus on was your wife, and it was helping. a lot.

and by a lot, it meant that you were able to close your eyes without flinching, despite the roaring thunder. all you could hear was your wife's humming. oh, how she sounded so beautiful along with her gentle heartbeat, and that was what you focused your mind on.

not more than 5 minutes, you felt yourself slowly succumb to sleep. her humming, her heartbeats, her warm embrace, all of it were the missing factors to the perfect solution for your lack of sleep.

she noticed that you had leaned in and pressed more weight into on, so she brushed a strand of hair from your face and tucked it into your ear. beautiful, was all that she thought as she stared at you for a while before concluding that you had already fallen back to sleep.

slowly, she leaned back down so both of you could now lay on the pillows instead of the headboard, but she still held you close to her chest to ensure that you felt safe and protected even while asleep.

it was indeed, a cold, stormy night.

but your wife held you through it, comforting you and thankfully, you had finally drifted back to sleep. "goodnight, beloved. i hope you have good dreams." she whispers lovingly into your ear, then pressing a kiss to your forehead. she closes her eyes, finding it easy to fall asleep almost immediately. the love of her life was beside her after all, and your presence alone was enough to lull her back to sleep.

the next morning you ask the kids what arlecchino usually does when they can't fall asleep, and you find out that having them be tucked in bed by her is something that rarely happens. often times, she does actually tell them that she'd make them fall asleep by force, but when they r sick, scared or troubled then arlecchino takes them back to their room and once they get climb in bed and get snug, she pats them on the head, says goodnight and leaves. when they are really freightened though, she stays for awhile and waits them to fall asleep, before leaving. arle good dad just not affectionate--

[missadmyre]

ok but like, what if instead of Adam dying in the end of Hazbin Hotel, he was taken as hostage in Hell by Lucifer and was presumed dead by the entirety of Heaven (he's still obviously an angel, he hadn't fell down).

Like imagine Lucifer locking up an exhausted and absolutely beaten up Adam in a fucking basement, with a fucking chained collar on the First Man's neck and is chained with "heavenly magic-cancelling chains" or whatever, wondering—

"Why the hell did I give in to my impulses and imprison the man I've literally fucked over a millenia ago, when I could've just killed him and get over his death, as he won't bother me and I will have a peace in mind, knowing that the first witness/victim of my sin would be gone forever and that I could bury all of my regrets in the past as I am too prideful to accept the fact I have actually fucked over humanity due to my selfish desire, and by having the First Man dead, that would mean erasing the only regret I have when I rebelled"

But also,

"This guy is the reason my selfishness started in the first place. I've fucked his life over because my pride as an angel back then could not handle the fact that I was capable to be rejected because everything that I want is usually handed to me over with no retaliation whatsoever. And now that is proven true, as the first person I've ever loved is right there. He is right fucking THERE. In my realm, in the palm of MY hand. And this is proof that I can still one up God himself, as I have downed and captured his beloved creation, something he cherishes"

Eventually, Adam wakes up and is understandably confused and pissed at what is happening, leading to an expected cussing battle and an unexpected end when Lucifer actively beats the shit out of Adam and finds it hot. Then this goes on for months, with Lucifer doing some fucked up shit to Adam which he reasoned was all because "he was doing this for love" when in reality, he just doesn't want to feel regret of his past actions bc of too much pride, so he just doubles down on his mistakes. Why he's doing this? bc ofc he's the Devil. What did y'all expect, he's in hell for a reason?? He still is soft and loving to his daughter tho.

The archangels, along with the surviving Exorcists, Adam's children and the winners are saddened by the death of the First Man:

For the archangels, he's their husband/techically wife, they fucking love each other and has always been there for each other since the dawn of time when Adam had finally went up to Heaven.

For the Exorcists, they treat Adam as their dad as much as he treats them as his daughters, he practically raised them since they first existed in the world and gave them more personality than just being killing machines.

For Adam's children, ever since Eve has gone missing from Heaven, he stood up as THE parent among them, and Adam's great with kids so.

There are others that care for him but these are the ones I have more explanation with so :/ . I do want to elaborate more of the fucked up shit Lucifer would've done to him but I really don't want to be ostracized from this community so please let me know if y'all are comfortable with me sharing it, lest I tone it down a little for the sake of y'all being able to handle the idea or smth. There are other characters who care for him but the ones included are the ones I have more explanation about so 😬 .

But then, after many months passed, a mysterious video was broadcasted over the entire Heaven within all streaming devices (phones, tablets, TVs, those big ass screens in the city), and it shows a man, Adam, in a dark room pleading for help, his voice shaking as his entire being is littered with bruises, scars, and is looking very dirty and disheveled, saying that he is trapped in Lucifer's basement as he looks around warily for Lucifer's presence.

This became a great concern over Heaven as the Archangels and Exorcists are about throw hands at the entire Hell itself and wanting to burn it down, as well as the major problem that is to calm down the panicking winners as they were traumatized by the video they saw.

Adam's children were disgusted by the state of their Father, seeking to bail him out of whatever torture he's been dealing with.

The entire plot is then focused on how to get Adam out, as the Hazbin Hotel discovers pretty much the fucked up shit Lucifer has done over the millennia as well as what he's doing with Adam. Hell would feel the wrath of Heaven as consequence. And yeah, I want to elaborate more but I haven't been able to properly make a good explanation yet without y'all not understanding me due to me being able to explain it more better in my native language 😅.

I definitely want Adam's children and we'll as the Archangels to take a main lead into this idea I have, as I could think of so many ideas about them as well as furthering their relationship with Adam. For Lucifer, I want him to just experience the balancing of regret and of his pride, and also just giving him some irredeemable traits and give a justified reason as to why he has them to avoid being ooc since I really don't want Viv's pathetic depiction of him.

I'd probably do art about this idea, since a fanfiction about this just lazes me out sorry 😓

What do y'all think?

[valeelavvale]

Legacy - Chapter 5 - Amaro

Pairing: Fernando Alonso / OFC (Original Character)

Ao3 - Wattpad - or read below

Summary of the chapter: Is it the end for Olivia and Fernando? This chapter is inspired by an Italian song (I am Italian) “Amaro” by “Pinguini Tattici Nucleari”. I recommend listening to it because it is splendid. I copied and translated a piece of the lyrics at the beginning that I find perfect for the story I am writing. In Italian, "amaro" is the bitter liquor that is drunk at the end of a meal!

Summary of the fanfic: Fernando Alonso has been married for over fifteen years with his beloved Olivia. Now in 2025 he is ready for a new season in Formula 1 and, this year too, he will have his family by his side. His daughter Amanda will start her career in Formula 3 and, while her adventure has just begun, her father's is coming to an end, and Fernando will have to deal with changes and the passage of time. His relationship with his wife will go through a lot of challanges and crisis but will they be able to work everything out in the end?

Warnings and Notes:  This is my first work in English, be kind. Of course, I don't know any of the characters in this story, I'm just a fan with too many ideas in her head who needed to put them down in a story.However, the original characters are my own creation!I imagined Olivia as Candice Swanepoel, Amanda as a young Amanda Bynes and Veronica as a young Camila Mendes.

But just think of me when it rains outside I know you are far away But I don't care where I will come To keep you company I bring the wine and a bit of nostalgia We loved each other like two librarians At night climbing abandoned skateparks Now I know, I think about it while you leave That I will have to learn to unlearn you, uh

Let's make a toast to the past I don't forget that you saved me I will need a hand to stay away Don't ask me if I still love you I will need a bitter To get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth

Miami - May 1, 2025

Amanda and Veronica were in their hotel room, the former was resting, the latter was quickly writing something on her smartphone.

“I heard mom and dad arguing earlier,” Amanda said, breaking the silence.

“I think that's all they do lately,” replied the brunette, looking up from her phone and meeting her sister's gaze.

“Oh, so it's not just me who thinks... that things aren't going well between them, dad is never around...” continued the younger one. “And mom... I think mom isn't doing well, you know?”

Veronica sighed. “I hoped you hadn't noticed all these things... But thinking about it, they are quite... obvious?”

“That you hadn't noticed that our father spends most of his time in England and that when he's home he's constantly on the phone, or in a meeting, or... I don't know, anywhere but with mom?” Amanda pointed out, sitting up on the bed. “How serious do you think it is?”

Veronica didn't know what to say, she had no idea how serious it could be. Sure, she had heard them argue a million times, and she almost couldn't remember the last time she saw them hug, but maybe that didn't mean anything.

The season was proving to be very difficult for her father, and maybe he was just stressed.

“I don't know, Mandy... I... I really don't know,” she admitted, shrugging. “Maybe they're just tired of this long season...”

“We're in May, V, and they've been arguing practically since the beginning of the season, maybe even before,” Amanda objected, contradicting her sister.

Silence fell between the two girls. They had both avoided that topic with each other for as long as possible, but now it was impossible not to realize that something in their family was not as it used to be.

They both remembered since they were little, their dad always looking for their mom to hug her at the end of every race, the kisses every time he came back from a trip, the smiles, their weekends at their grandparents' house to give their parents a few free days.

It had been a while since it was like that.

“Do you think dad is cheating on her?” Mandy said suddenly.

“What?” Veronica burst out incredulously. “No! How could you think that?” she replied instinctively.

“He always has his assistant around, she smiles at him like an idiot, always,” the other explained. “Fernando this, Fernando that, I think she's constantly trying to hit on him with her sweet eyes,” she continued. “I'm always around the paddock, I see them, V...”

“No, dad would never cheat on mom,” the older one exclaimed resolutely. “He would never do that,” she repeated, perhaps more to convince herself.

Amanda just lay back on the bed. “Maybe I'll talk to Lewis...” she commented.

“Maybe mom has talked to him about this situation, he's her best friend, right?” Veronica said, plunging them back into silence.

* * *

“I don't feel like talking about it, Liv, the free practice sessions are going terribly, tomorrow will be even worse.”

These were the words with which Fernando dismissed her after going off the gravel during the free practice sessions. They had seen each other that morning after ten days in which he had been in England, and this time there had been no approach from him.

She had just finished the update meeting with the drivers and was putting her things away when she heard a voice next to her. “Hey, everything okay?” Lewis asked with a smile as she looked up at him.

“Hey...” she replied. “...yes, yes, of course,” she replied impulsively. The room was still emptying, there were still too many people, Fernando was leaving at that moment, and she didn't feel like bringing up all the turmoil she had inside.

“Why haven't you scolded any of us this weekend? It seems strange,” the man joked, then became more serious after observing his friend's face carefully. “You look really tired, are you sure everything is okay?”

Olivia stared at him. She wanted so much to say no, that she was feeling terrible, that her marriage was falling apart, but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth, and before she could organize her thoughts and respond, Charles joined them.

“Come on, Lewis, it's our turn first,” he interrupted them.

“Go, if you delay my schedule, it's a mess,” Olivia urged them, recovering.

“Can I call you later?” the older of the two Ferrari drivers asked her.

“Sure, go, we'll talk later, okay? Don't worry,” she replied with an unconvincing smile just before the two started walking away.

“Is something wrong?” Charles asked, curious.

“I don't know,” the other admitted, shrugging. “But it doesn't seem like Liv is doing well lately,” he commented with a hint of concern.

A little further ahead, in front of him, Fernando was talking to a smiling blonde, and Lewis couldn't help but notice the look Olivia gave those two as she left the meeting room.

* * *

Three days later

The race had ended better than expected, a ninth place that brought the first points of the season.

After that Sunday, Fernando had been sucked into a whirlwind of endless phone calls and meetings that had confined him to his office for almost the entire day, except for training sessions.

On Wednesday afternoon, the girls had gone out with friends, and Olivia knocked on the office door, not hearing any noise and assuming he was free.

“Am I disturbing?” she asked, peeking in, and Fernando turned to look at her.

He also had a tired and strained face, a heavy look, as if he had been too busy with difficult conversations.

It had taken Olivia a long time to find the courage to enter and propose the idea she had come up with.

It was terrible to almost fear confronting him, having to talk to him while being careful not to touch certain topics to avoid provoking a reaction she absolutely didn't want to see.

She didn't want to argue.

“Listen, since... it seems to me that you're under a lot of pressure... I thought maybe we could plan to go somewhere tomorrow. The girls are at school until late afternoon and...” she began, trying to keep a normal tone of voice.

“I'm leaving for Silverstone tomorrow,” came the peremptory response from the man in front of her.

“What?” she said, completely taken aback.

“The last race gave us some insights I need to work on with the team,” he explained. “I got an apartment near the Aston headquarters, I think I'll have to stay there for a while...” he continued.

It was at that precise moment that Liv felt something too heavy in her chest, a pain so strong it took her breath away.

“What do you mean for a while...?” she found the courage to ask.

“At least a couple of months,” came the laconic response.

He had gotten a house in another state without telling her and had planned to move there.

He had gotten a house.

Another house, to live in, without them.

And he hadn't gotten it just to be closer to Aston Martin, but also to distance himself from her.

Fernando saw the expression on his wife's face, she was hurt, she was sad and caught off guard.

“I have to make the most of these last two years, Liv,” he tried to justify himself and push the guilt into a hidden corner. “Then... it will be different,” he lied.

“Because I'll be here waiting for you, right, Fer? Even in two years, even if you leave now,” the woman replied, unable to hold back a tear that she immediately wiped away.

“Have you already told the girls?” she asked him.

“No,” he replied, getting up from the chair.

“You're leaving me,” Olivia said, not as a question, but as an acknowledgment of something he had already decided.

Fernando didn't respond. He didn't know what to say, inside him there were a million different thoughts at that moment, and he couldn't make sense of them. He knew he had to go to England, he had to give it his all, but at the same time, he knew he was making the companion of his life suffer.

She wanted to ask him once again not to go, to stay there, at their home, but she didn't, because in her heart she knew that he wouldn't stay anyway.

Olivia left the room, closing the door behind her.

So this was how their story have to end.

Emilia Romagna - May 18, 2025

Amanda was sitting in the now deserted stands, her race had gone well, the sun was setting, and the racetrack was emptying.

She had escaped the chaos, it had been a really difficult weekend, the first of this new surreal situation that had arisen in her family.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Lewis said, sitting next to her and handing her a bottle of water. She hadn't even noticed her godfather and smiled at him. “What's wrong, firecracker? You haven't been yourself this weekend,” he continued.

Amanda stared at him, reflecting for a moment on what to say.

“Dad left home,” she finally confessed, leaving her interlocutor stunned.

“What?” he asked, incredulous.

“He got an apartment in Silverstone and moved there almost two weeks ago,” she explained. “I think... I think he and mom have separated,” she continued with an uncertain voice.

“Mandy, but... how is that possible? I didn't know things were so bad between them, you had told me about some arguments but...” he began to say.

“Mom didn't tell you anything?” the girl asked while he shook his head. “She's doing terribly,” she added. “She acts strong, you know? Like she always does for me and V, but... she doesn't smile anymore,” she admitted, wiping away tears as Lewis pulled her close.

“Hey, little one,” he sighed. “I'm so sorry, but... maybe it's just a phase, your parents... they've been together forever...” he didn't know what to say.

That revelation had destabilized him too: Olivia and Fernando, Fernando and Olivia, that Formula 1 couple that everyone knew, maybe even envied a bit for surviving billions of obstacles and changes.

“V and I think he's been cheating on mom for a while...” she admitted. She knew she could say anything to Lewis. “I mean, we hoped it wasn't true, but given what happened, maybe he really fell in love with that idiot assistant of his.”

“It can't be that, Mandy, I don't... I don't believe your father would ruin his marriage for a young girl,” Lewis said, trying to sound more confident than he actually was.

* * *

“It's Lewis,” the man who had knocked on the door of the room replied. Shortly after, Olivia opened the door, letting him in.

She was packing her suitcase, she had to meet the girls within an hour.

“Hi,” she greeted him with a faint smile.

“Why didn't you tell me anything, Liv?” he replied, looking at her as his friend turned towards him with an indecipherable expression. “I talked to Amanda,” the driver explained further. “She told me about Fernando, why didn't you tell me anything?”

Liv looked at him in silence and felt her eyes fill with tears. “Because I don't even know how to say it out loud,” she replied almost whispering. “My marriage is over,” she admitted, raising her voice slightly, admitting it for the first time in front of someone else. “Fer left me.”

Lewis approached his lifelong friend and hugged her. “Damn, Liv, you should have come to me,” he said, realizing that the woman had started crying like he had never seen her do in all those years. “Calm down, okay? I'm sure you'll work it out, Liv, I'm sure.”

She remained silent for a while, letting herself be hugged before pulling away and wiping her tears. “I don't think so, Lewis,” she said with a resignation that was not like her. “I think he doesn't love me anymore,” she explained laconically. “And there's no coming back from that. I think he's had someone else for a while...”

“You know that he and I have never been great friends, that I've thought many times that he's a jerk, that I accepted him because you married him and he accepted me because we were friends,” the man began to say. “But I can't believe he's really such a jerk to do this, he's the most in love man I know.”

“He was,” Liv corrected him. “He was, and he had been for a long time, Lewis, but not anymore... He can't accept that his career is ending, and I remind him of the past and everything he had and won't have anymore, so... he left me behind,” she explained.

She had thought about it a lot, a lot, and that was the explanation she had given herself. Fernando, to move forward, had to detach himself from his past and, therefore, from her. He had to fight those last two championships without having someone next to him who constantly reminded him with their presence that he had aged, and so he had sought someone else to be with.

“Why don't you and the girls stay here in Italy with me for a while?” the man asked. “They gave me a huge house, I have rooms for everyone, let's be tourists for a while, you stay in your Italy, take a break from Monte Carlo.”

It was a fantastic proposal, it was exactly what she needed, not to return to that house where he wouldn't be, to do something different.

“I'll talk to the girls, but for me... yes, absolutely yes,” she replied with a smile. “Thank you...” she continued, addressing her lifelong friend. “Sorry I didn't come to talk to you, but... maybe I still hoped it wasn't true,” she admitted.

“We'll get through this, okay?” he said, hugging her again. “We'll fix things,” he continued, starting to think about how he could actually help his friend recover.

* * *

Fernando was on the jet heading to England, he had stopped to say goodbye to the girls before the flight, but Veronica had barely spoken to him, Mandy had tried to be the same as always, even though it was clear she wasn't.

When he told them he was moving to England, the girls didn't immediately understood that he meant to do it alone.

Sure, he had told them they could visit him whenever they wanted, and that was true, he had a big house with plenty of space, but then it became clear that it wasn't a normal business trip, that the suitcases in the entrance were many, too many, that mom wasn't there with them to talk about it, and that something between their parents had broken.

The driver sighed, picking up his phone. He had dozens of messages to respond to, and a notification suggesting he review some old photos. He clicked on it: Olivia's fortieth birthday party.

There she was in a blue dress, that wonderful smile that had captivated him from the start.

He lingered on a photo where he was hugging her, they were laughing, he remembered that evening very well, they had celebrated and immediately after the party they had left for three days in St. Barth, just the two of them.

They had drunk too much and found themselves making love on the plane because he couldn't stay away from her for the entire flight. They laughed, and she had tried to resist for fear that someone would hear them, but in the end, she had given in, as always when he begged her and told her he couldn't resist her.

He looked around, the plane was silent, the others on the team who were with him were sleeping: he felt tremendously alone at that moment.

Without Olivia, without his daughters.

But it was him who had distanced them, who had put all that distance between them. For a moment, he thought of calling her, just to hear her voice, but then rationality took over, and he put the phone back in front of him.

He had to think about work, he had to focus on that, even though pushing away the guilt was becoming impossible.

But just think of me when it rains outside I know you are far away But I don't care where I will come To keep you company I bring the wine and a bit of nostalgia We loved each other like two librarians At night climbing abandoned skateparks Now I know, I think about it while you leave That I will have to learn to unlearn you

I will try not to follow your steps anymore But you were home wherever I was I will learn that it is impossible to save oneself For those who spend a lifetime self-sabotaging

[dootznbootz]

dootz. dootz i read an into on the odyssey and it said that penelope enjoyed attention from the suitors. the 108 men who kept harassing her and eating her son’s whole inheritance. bc she had the sudden urge to walk past them and was upset by the bird dream. what—

Okay, so a lil confused on whether you mean "an Odyssey article or post" or read the Odyssey itself and are worried about the fact that "she enjoyed the attention of the suitors".

In general, anyone who ships Penelope with the suitors has a screw loose.

The whole "sudden urge to walk past them" was caused by Athena.

Then goddess Athena with the glittering eyes put an idea in the mind of wise Penelope, Icarius’s daughter—to approach the suitors, so she might truly stir the feeling in their hearts     and acquire more honour from her son and husband than she had before. With an unnatural laugh she spoke out and said:  “Eurynome, though my heart has never once desired to show myself                               before these suitors, it does now, shameless though they may be. And I’ve got words to say to my own son—he would be better off not mingling with those arrogant suitors. They may say nice things, but they’re making plans for nasty schemes in future.”

(Book 18, Johnston)

Personally, I've always kind of seen this as Athena wanting Odysseus to SEE how the Suitors are when they see Penelope in order to make him angrier. He's seen how they treat Telemachus to a degree. Now he can see how they are about his beloved wife. It's also a way for him to see how she's still his lil schemer wife :3

The suitors in their hearts felt immediately overwhelmed, consumed by sexual desire. Their legs grew weak. Each of them prayed that he could go to bed with her. 

Long-suffering Odysseus was pleased that she was getting them to give her gifts, with charming, soothing words, her mind on other things.

(Book 18, Johnston)

(one thing I love about Homer, is that like, despite something being sexually violent in nature to any degree, he's never explicit but still makes the point across of what's happening. It's like, a breath of fresh air because it's not really used as "shock value")

Like, it's for Odysseus to get angry about how they're looking at Penelope most likely, AND to show how these men don't really respect Penelope. A lil bit of contrast I believe as well to show how the suitors see her verses how HE sees her: Suitors see a hot woman and behave disrespectfully while Odysseus sees a intelligent woman playing these idiots like a fiddle to get her way.

And the Bird Dream? Someday I'll write up that essay about how Penelope knew damn well that was her husband under that disguise (still cautious ofc. but she knows that's Odysseus. I'll fight everyone on that. I'm so tired of people downplaying Penelope's intelligence.) But the sum of it, whether it was a real dream or not, or some scenario she came up with on the fly in order to test this beggar some more.

In general, the geese that were killed in her dream were the actual PETS she has. She has like, 20 geese as pets. THAT'S why she's "sad". Like, I'm a pet owner, if I got an omen of something that involved something I wanted but also included my pets dying?? I'd be a lil torn too.

I find it reallyyyy fascinating with how Penelope's name basically means Duck/Goose (usually duck, but they're both water fowl sooooo), and while I don't think it was any symbolism for her there. I think it's something interesting :3

Either way, don't get too worked up about it, Dear Anon. <3 I think Penelope wanting the suitors is honestly not too common of a belief, that it's like, something you gotta worry about. It's all good :3

[winterillustrates]

TWST X EPIC MY BELOVED

Okay, so me and my sis were just talking then Epic the musical came up and crap, then I wanted to draw Hermes, but I’m in creative, so I said I’ll draw Rook Hunt (🤮🤮🤮🤮) as Hermes, cause they SORT OF remind me of each other (except for the fact that Hermes is just🫦🫦💋💋💋), so…

MY TWST X EPIC AU WAS BORNE

Idk, Rook Hunt fans should tell me if I failed, idc much, really.

I think having him being the god of travel is interesting since I remember him saying his family travelled a lot? Or was it that they owned a traveling agency?? Idk.

But, I also liked the fact that he’s the god of languages, too, cause Rook Hunt is Atleast speaking a lot of french and is one of the few characters known to diverge from the normal language everyone is familiar with.

Then we have his great-grandkid who’s trying to spite the god’s for keeping her away from her lovely husband.

She’s a Yuu, loosely based off of Little Red Riding Hood, an idea I had a while back. She wasn’t in any actual relationship but her most important relationship was her rivalry with Rook and how much she hates him, which I find funny now that I’ve made them related.

She’s the only woman in her crew, so ofc she has to be the captain (/jk).

But…since her crew can be dumbasses (killing sheep, opening mysterious bags) she takes all the responsibility on herself.

I’d say in the beginning, she was willing to die for her crew, but around the song sung by the prophet from the Underworld, she kinda gains a more ruthless approach.

In Suffering, when the Siren (Jade faking to be Jamil) is faking to be her husband, just a glimpse of Jamil (no matter how poorly imitated) was enough to remind her who she was actually fighting for.

In Love in Paradise with Malleus, she feels sympathetic towards Malleus, but not enough to reciprocate or pretend to reciprocate his feelings.

I feel she just has a more calculative expression than Odysseus, making her look a bit colder than she feels.

She was born into royalty and Jamil was a guard. Yuu fell first and hard, while Jamil fell second and harder. Jamil currently rules as the King Consort, refusing to be crowned as the actual King of Ithaca, because he is sure his wife is coming back soon.

I’m unsure of other’s roles in Epic, though. I’m open to Riddle being Athena, since they both have similar personalities and character arcs. Vil strikes me as a Circe, because I can see Vil trying hard to protect people that follow him and are under his care. Crowley is Zeus. Thinking Crewel is Hera?? (Non romantic) Would LOVE Deuce/Ortho as Polites. Maybe Jack/Sebek as Telemachus?? And Carter as Apollo cause they’re both pretty boys.

Idk, if you can, share your thoughts!

[celestemona]

GUESS WHO'S BACK❓❓❓❓🗣️🗣️🗣️

HII BEA MY LOVELY AND BEAUTIFUL DIVA!!!

HOW ARE YOU???💓💓💓

Since I've been gone for a long time....(ALSO FORGIVE ME FOR THIS QUEEN😿) I would like to ask some questions, some related to other questions i saw, some of them my own Questions lol

Anyways:

-WHAT ARE THE NAMES OF HEIZOU CHILDREN????????

-Did Scaramouce finally talk to his family about everything??

-Anyways what is the relationship between Fazuran with Zahra And Kaveh's wife(Since Fazuran is like Kaveh's grandmother LMAO)

-Are any of the parents planning to have more children?????

-Furina is close to Neuvilette's family or Éveline's godmother

-Did Childe have kids?? (If so I think he would be a guy with quite a few kids lol poor Mama!reader)

-IS AYANO FINALLY OFFICIALLY IN THE AU???

Well, that was all!!!! I hope your life is going well and that your Christmas and New Year's Eve are wonderful, Bebe!!!💓💓💓

See you next time :D

Look what the cat dragged in!!! ❤️❤️❤️

HI CREATIVE MY BELOVED <3 I'm doing great ty for asking. How about u? Enjoying your last 2024' days?

Tbh, there's not too much you should catch up with, but sure! I'll answer your questions in the same sequence you've made them.

Shikanoin Ren and Chiyo respectively. Ren is seven years older than his sister.

A time ago, it was during Nahida's birthday event if my mind isn't tricking me, I came up with a prompt where Scara met his wife and Kimi at the Sabzeruz Festival but they didn't recognize him (ofc). Pretty angst but it wasn't angsty enough for me so I gave up on it, left it on my drafts, and moved on hehe. So idk when I'm gonna make the three of them reunite again. . .

I think Faruzan's relationship with Zahra (or any other Sumeru kids) isn't too much different from what we usually see. She likes to act like a grandma, being respected and treated as an adult figure known for her great acknowledgment and wisdom, and because she has this mentality where everyone is way too young than her (which they are) she loves to pamper the new generation like a grandma would do <3

BAKERY IS CLOSED! Kidding... I don't know. I mean- Papas wouldn't mind having another one or two pairs of tiny feet running around their house. But as far as I know: the bakery is closed. Sorry ahahaha

Yeah! Furina and Navia have a close bond with Éveline (so does Clorinde). None of them is her godmother though.

Childe does have kids, everyone!!! I thought about three of them but he's so big family-coded that it'd take me a while to build their profile and what their dynamic would be like. So unfortunately I won't be prioritizing him so soon.

About Ayato is quite funny because I had ZERO intentions to add him to this au. But suddenly one day, I caught myself opening my drafts and building his family profile because I wanted Kazumi to have a close bond with someone else besides his own family or Ren. The very moment when Kamisato Hayato was born I fell in love with him 💖💖💖

TRIVIA: I wouldn't say Ayato himself is inserted in the au already. It's more likely just Hayato doing appearances and maybe, in the future, his older sisters will do too. I'll work on it though and try to expand the ideas.

Hope I've cleared all your doubts ahahaha 💓

I might be a bit late but I hope you had a great Christmas party and I wish you a great reveillon!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[kennahjune]

HI HI HI

I need Lesbian couple Ronance with their skater daughter Max and Gay couple Steddie with their autistic son Dustin who are all neighbors and it’s really awkward because Steve and Nancy are exes and Max is technically Steve’s legal daughter as well.

The thing is— Nancy and Steve aren’t just exes, they’re ex-wife and ex-husband. Divorced. Out of each other’s lives other than Max.

Max knew 100% that they were moving next door to Steve (her dad) and chose to stay silent about it because 1) she lives for drama and 2) it means she doesn’t have to go so far to see him and can spend more time seeing him.

Of course Dustin is 100% aware of this and enables it fully.

I was trying to think of a way to include Mike in this cause he’s Nancy’s younger brother and as funny as it would be for Mike to technically be Max’s (and Dustin’s) uncle I think I’m just going to have him be Robin and Nancy’s legal child because Madwheeler siblings is a must.

Dustin and Max know each other from Max’s weekend and Holiday visits. Mike and Dustin know each other from school and are ofc really close friends but don’t know about their “parent situation”.

Robin and Steve are still best friends but Nancy has no idea that Robin’s precious “Evie” is is her ex-husband and Steve knows that Robin is Nancy’s new fiancé but doesn’t say anything because he assumes that Robin knows about their history already. (She does know but she doesn’t realize that Steve is /that/ Steve.)

Eddie’s just kind of there— but I really want him and Nancy to meet while Eddie is working on her car (mechanic Eddie my beloved) and Eddie takes a moment but goes “omg your my husband’s ex-wife!” in typical Eddie fashion and Nancy has no idea what to do with this new information.

None of the kids call Steve, Eddie, Robin and Nancy mom or dad (just cause that feels weird to write outside of it being a bit). They’ve all agreed on first names— considering that both couples are only in their mid-late 20s (maybe early 30s??).

Will, El and Lucas are ofc mentioned— all having their normal canon families (with Wonder Twins). They are also 100% in on the “parent situation” and are also fully enabling it cause it’s funny as hell and Will and El’s favorite movie is The Parent Trap.

Mike is also in on the “parent situation” but he doesn’t know that he is also part of the situation (being Ronance’s legal child). He knows Dustin’s parents ofc, but it never clicks that Steve is /that/ Steve (like Robin lol). He only really figures it out when he goes over after school and Max is there and Mike’s like “why tf are u here?” and Dustin’s like “Mike that’s my sister” and Mike’s like “no that’s MY sister” and Max is watching the entire thing unfold because she knew the entire time.

I love how this sounds so far and I am absolutely planning on making it happen. Prolly gonna call it The Parent Trap For Morons.

[hazarambling]

its 2024 we need to put some respect on baiheng's name

please quickly before any analysis look at my lovely wife i really like her my wife is soft and i like her... look at her she's so pretty WAHH ok analysis time

ok so i was reading the wiki a few days ago and i saw this:

and oh my GOD it pissed me off BECAUSE SHE FOLLOWS THE HUNT!! SHE FOLLOWS THE HUNT!! SHE FOLLOWS!! THE!! HUNT!! like is this not common knowledge?? its almost certainly the driving force to her central conflict as a character, whether to remain with the xianzhou and risk her life for the hunt or to abandon it and become a nameless

like in those bits we see that she, like her parents, was a nameless, but also that she had great luck and used that luck to help the xianzhou in combat, and also she joined the hcq and the hcq were all labeled as outcasts, so maybe her long absences from the yaoqing/the orbit fleets drove a divide between her and her duty to the xianzhou because she just wanted to trailblaze, and this divide between her allegiance to the hunt and the trailblaze is what made her an outcast

also that line from blade always sticks out to me because baiheng is depicted as the one to bring wine to the hcq

so baiheng is bringing them (and consistently, jingliu, but we can assume since nobody else is mentioned to bring wine to them that baiheng is bringing wine to all of the hcq) wine which they used to "drown [their] sorrows"... i wonder who introduced that habit to them, considering she also introduced wine to them... but regardless this isnt directly stated in cannon so i wont focus on it

ok tldr

like just from the fact she fought with the xianzhou (and chose to return even after she'd go trailblazing) shows that she follows the hunt, i dont understand why her lore path is listed as just the trailblaze when its so clearly the main conflict of her character that she follows both the trailblaze and the hunt

ok enough yapping next point

SHE IS LITERALLY ONLY APPRECIATED INSIDE OF 1 SHIP. (LIUBAI) BUT SHE EXISTS AS HER OWN CHARACTER!!! but nooo instead we must have arguments about her because she "ruined the lore" no she didnt, the lore is fully coherent! ofc we dont have all the details but who cares! dan feng and yingxing tried to revive her thats all we need to know in regards to parts of the hcq's lore that had widespread consequences!! im whipping out my passerby analysis im sorry if the image is very small but tldr the beloved FRIEND cant be any other than baiheng its 2024 we need to stop arguing about passerby ok fellas

like im so sick of people only bringing her up in relation to ships, i am like one of like 5 other people who actually like baiheng for being baiheng and not just inside of a ship. baiheng is super cool!!! and so integral to the hcq story!! and also she's really pretty!! and we should talk about her more and appreciate her more!!

also i hate the thought that yingxing making the flask for her and "finally" making up his mind to give it to her has to imply something romantic, she was his beloved FRIEND and even those small words of encouragement she gave him on the zhuming gave him some confidence and optimism. them being friends and these words affecting yx (bearing in mind baiheng seems to be one of the first people to give yx encouragement, because he "seems to have a brighter expression on his face" after baiheng talks to him, why would he react like that if he was praised often) so deeply show how important they are to each other.

and also his choice to do the sedition with df can also be way more impactful because baiheng changed yingxing's life so much for the better, and now he cant stand the idea of her not being around and was grieving so much that he agreed to commit a major crime with dan feng just for a chance of bringing her back

ok now let's wrap this all up and put a bow on it (baiheng would look so cute with a bow in her hair omg)

the fact the WIKI cant even get this right when its so obvious baiheng followed the hunt is just crazy to me and people really need to appreciate baiheng as baiheng!! yes liubai is an amazing ship but she exists outside of it and her platonic relationships with ALL of the hcq are so important! people need to appreciate the hcq as a platonic family-esque quintet and also recognize the individual characters and dig into them all!! ok boom, take the hcq again i love them i hope we get stuff about them in 2.4 i really miss them

[transactinides]

i'm super bad at cooking and never know where to start because every recipe out there asks for ingredients i simply don't have at home so do you perhaps know what basic ones would be good to stock up on? like eggs and stuff...especially when it comes to spices i have no idea what is okay to use

Haii o/ very honored that you sent me an ask, and ofc I’ll do my best to help! This reply got a bit out of hand so. Long text under the cut. Behold. Feel free to reach out in asks or dms or whatever with any future questions (@ everyone tbh).

Food is, of course, very subjective, so my idea of a perfect list of foods to keep a stock of will not be universal, but I hope this will, at least, give you some ideas if anything. 

First of all, I usually mentally break down my typical weekday recipe into vaguely carbs source - protein source - veggies, buy a couple of options for each category and just switch them around for variety. My standard set is

rice / pasta (usually spaghetti re:shapes) / glass noodles

eggs / chicken / tofu / bacon

random pack of frozen vegetables, bell peppers, eggplants, tomatoes, cucumbers, leafy greens. garlic and onions too

I have an option of making egg fried rice with chopped up bacon and added frozen vegetables one day, then blending the leftover vegetables with bell peppers and tomatoes to use as pasta sauce with chicken and spaghetti the next day, then branching out and making eggplant tofu stir fry with glass noodles, then using whatever eggplant tofu stir fry i had left as rice balls filling and making myself a quick vegetable salad on the side… And all those things are easy to make and don’t need much fussing around. 

Other options to consider would be potatoes (you can roast them with whatever, boil, fry, etc), buckwheat (my wife doesn’t like it otherwise I’d use it more often), kidney beans and chickpeas for your carbs*; fish and meat for your proteins (those are. a bit too expensive for me usually); carrots, cabbage, leeks etc. 

The list looks long, but, again, you just need to pick out a couple of things from each group and throw shit in a pan so to speak. And a lot of them are easily soup-able (boiling water chicken potatoes carrots rice? boom soup. etc), which is another easy base recipe to exploit.

Now to the matter of spices. Salt and pepper are obvious enough, but a good thing to look for are, especially if you are just getting into cooking, spice blends. Something something French Herbs™ something something Taco Seasoning™ something something Seven Spice™ something something Garam Masala™. There’s a lot of different ones, but they are, essentially, a formed flavor profile in themselves, so you don’t need to worry about mixing spices and herbs that might not go well together, and by paying attention to contents you can learn for yourself what individual seasonings are commonly used together.

Also, everyone, hold your judgement real quick and trust me with this, but ooh I always save leftover flavor packets from instant ramen and reuse them in other dishes. Egg fried rice just doesn’t taste right without suspicious red powder courtesy of shin ramen… It’s probably MSG my beloved or something…

While I’m at it, bouillon cubes are handy to have, you can use them for soups, crumble them up in other recipes. Adding one to the water you’re cooking rice in is a great hack at making it more flavourful.

In general, while I do actually have way too much spices (and keep buying more… very excited about my newly acquired dried tarragon…), the ones I’d advise to have for an average person would be:

Salt (ideally both coarse grain and fine grain, but fine grain only serves you just right)

black pepper (both in a mill/grinder and peppercorns), red pepper flakes

paprika, garlic powder, ginger powder

bay leaves, dried oregano, basil, thyme, dill, cinnamon, coriander, cardamon, cumin, turmeric, sumak....

I really got a bit carried away by the end, but. You don't actually need to buy all of them and at the same time, just start with whatever couple of things you'd need for whatever you are cooking and let your collection build up over time, since spices aren't something you need to buy often anyway 👍

Other things I think it’s nice to have in stock in your kitchen would be flour and baking powder, vinegar (distilled vinegar, rice vinegar… I like to have balsamic vinegar too but it’s so expensive it’s ridiculous ngl), soy sauce, cooking oil of your choice (I use sunflower oil, olive oil and sesame oil), panko or breadcrumbs, starch (i have potato starch, cornstarch and tapioka starch, I would suggest just getting cornstarch at first).

* going to clarify here that while beans are often brought up as a source of protein, most are rich in complex carbs, excluding edamame and green beans for example. And since I mostly often cook beans with meat, they check out my daily carbs in my head.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Flee

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open! And I AM SO SORRY! Happy Holidays!

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Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Sweetheart, come take a seat.”  Steve could see the anger boiling under the skin of his beloved.  This was exactly what he had been trying to avoid.  Fuck Sharon Carter for doing this to his girl but now he was concerned.  The HYDRA comment was concerning.  Belle allowed him to guide her to a seat.  

“Steve, what don’t I know?  I don’t understand why she would say these things.”  

“I know sweet pea, I can explain some of it. But I have a few questions.  Can I ask those first?” 

“As long as I get the truth, fine.”  

“What exactly did she say?” 

“She said she couldn’t understand how I weaseled my way into your life when I’m an orphan.  That I was the heir of a group who didn’t exist.  That my parents were murdered, and my dad was killed. And then she said those words.”  

Steve sighed and looked at his teammates. He looked back at his wife, noting that anger had turned to fear and anxiety.  He took her hands.  “Ok, baby, I don’t know why she said that phrase. That is something we are going to look into.” He looked at Bucky who nodded but Steve could tell he was holding back the ‘I told you so.’  

“Ok, but what about the rest of it.”  

“Sweet pea, I knew your father.”  

Belle felt like the floor was pulled from under her. “What?” 

Nat spoke up.  “He was an agent of SHIELD.  I worked very closely with him.” Nat has the decency to look contrite at the lie. 

“You worked with him.  You all knew him?” Belle tried to breathe. 

Steve took a deep breath.  “I met him when I first came out of the ice.  He introduced me to Nat and Tony right before the battle of New York. There was an incident on the ship we were on. Your father fought bravely.  

“He was fighting?” 

“He was, my love.  But unfortunately, the person he was fighting got the upper hand and he died. I am so sorry.”  

“How long did you know I was his daughter?” 

“Since that night we reunited, when you explained about your family.”  

Belle began to pace.  “My family.  My family that I know nothing about.” She saw a look cross Steve’s face.  “You know.  You know what Sharon is talking about, don’t you?”  She looked at the other Avengers in the room, Clint having slipped in as well.  “You all know.”  

Steve had a look of sorrow.  Had he been honest when they found out, maybe the look of anger, rage, pain, would not be crossing her face right now.  He sighed. “When the people tried to take you, there was a note delivered to Stark Tower.  The note asked for their heir to be returned.”  

“I don’t understand.”  

“Sweetheart, there is a reason Phil Coulson took you in after your parents died,” Bucky explained. “They were running and were in hiding. You somehow survived the crash and SHIELD took you in.”  

“Why?” Belle wiped away an errant tear from her face. “Who am I?” 

Steve looked into her eyes. “Your mother’s name is not Maria Davis.  Its Silvia Maria Pierce.  She was the daughter of Alexander Pierce, the former head of Hydra. You are the natural heir of HYDRA.” 

You could hear a pin drop.  Steve was sure Belle had stopped breathing.  

“Belle, honey,” Clint started, “please, breathe.”  

She got up and looked out the window, rain splattering the windows. “You knew this whole time and you didn’t think, maybe Belle should know.”  

“Sweet pea...” 

“Don’t fucking call me that,” she seethed.  “You all lied to me.  Does Tony know? Does Pepper? Wanda?” 

Steve looked to the floor. “Yes.” 

Just then, a figure in red and blue came in through the balcony.  “Hey guys,” as he pulled off his mask, “I don’t see any of...” he saw Belle.  “Oh.” 

“Peter?  You’re Spiderman?!?” 

“Belle, wow, umm, well...” 

“Lies.  I’m just surrounded by lies.”  She started to pace and began to panic. “You just let me out into the world, knowing this is way more than just a threat.  This is serious. Are they back?  Is HYDRA back?” 

“We don’t think they ever left.” Clint admitted.  “They’ve just been hiding.”  

“Hiding.  Clearly in plain sight since Sharon Carter has been in this building and she’s HYDRA!” Belle raged.  “You are all liars.”  

“Isabella, please be calm,” Steve implored.  

“Calm? I’ve give you calm.”  She slapped him. “That calm enough for you?  You had your former mistress in here, god knows what information she has taken; you continue to keep secrets from me.  Let me make it easier for all of you.  Stop worrying about me.”  She ran to the door.  “Fuck all of you.”  

Clint grabbed her arm.  That was going to be a mistake.  Belle swung around, elbowing him in the gut, broke the hold and kneed him before whirling out the door.  The elevator happened to be opening just as she made the lobby.  She pushed the button and the doors closed just as she saw Steve’s shocked face.  “Isabella!” 

Isabella took off her coat and pulled her hair into a bun.  She removed the glasses and the burner phone from her purse along with all the cash that she had.  The elevator doors opened to the lobby, and she sprinted out the doors, leaving the coat and purse inside the elevator.  She knew she had a limited window, but the rain would help. She was thankful for the boots she had changed into in the car as it allowed her to move.  She made it a few blocks over before jumping into a cab.  

Steve finally made it to the lobby but could not see his wife anywhere.  He glanced back to see the elevator door closing, spying her coat and bag.  He made it to the doors before they closed and checked.  Her wallet and phone were still in the bag, cash gone.  “Fuck!”  He picked up his phone.  “Bucky, she left everything.”  

Goddammit.  All the trackers were in her bag and coat.  Are the glasses gone? 

“Yes, dammit, her eyes will be covered now.” Steve ran a hand through his hair.  

Get back up here punk.  I’ve started the trace through the cameras. Steve took the elevator back up, picking up Belle’s things.  He could smell her perfume on the coat and inhaled.  God had he fucked this up. He could feel the ‘I told you so’ coming from the team but it would have to wait.  Finding her was more important.  He arrived on his floor.  

“Devon, you can go.”  

“Mr. Rogers, I’m sorry...” 

“No, none of this is your fault.  This was a long time coming.  Before you go, can you reach out to Tony and ask him to come?” 

“Mr. Wilson already had me call Mr. Stark.  He said he would be right over. Is there anything else, sir?” 

“No Devon.  Goodnight.”  

“I hope you find her, sir.  Mrs. Rogers is just upset.  She’ll calm down.  She just needs to get away for a moment.” The young woman turned and left.  

Steve walked into his office; the back panel now open to a bank of computers.  The balcony doors were now open, the Ironman suit now in sentry mode.  He saw Tony, Bucky and Nat all working a computer.  Steve walked over to Clint who had an ice pack to his ribs.  “Your wife had a mean punch.”  

“Yeah, I guess the self-defense lessons with Nat are working.” Steve shook his head.  “I’m sorry Clint.”  

“I’m not.  It's good to know that she can take care of herself.” He stood up, taking in a sharp breath.  “Sam got in his suit and is circling; Wanda and Vision have been notified but they are in London right now, so they are not a lot of help.”  

“Surveillance?” 

“Still nothing.  She’s good.  She has the glasses on which distorts her feature just enough that we can’t track it.  Especially the eyes.”  

“Fuck.  Bucky?  Anything?” 

“If she left her cards then she is using cash, harder to trace. She hasn’t turned on the backup phone I gave her.”  

“So, she’s in the wind?” 

“For now, yes.  We just have to think of where she might be going.” 

“She could be anywhere.” 

Belle wandered. The rain, the cold, the lies, they all confused her.  Her whole family lied to her. She had no home, no where to go. She found herself back in Jersey, walking the streets of her former home.  No one lived there anymore. She jumped back onto the subway, purchasing a hoodie on the way. She tucked her dark hair in and adjusted Tony’s glasses. She needed a reprieve from the world.  

“She was spotted!” Bucky yells running into the apartment’s living room.  “She adjusted her classes for just a fraction of a second.  She was on the subway, but I don’t know where she got off.”  

“What direction?”  

“Queens by the trains but there are a lot of connections from there.”  

“Fuck!” Steve sank back down to the sofa, head in hands.  “I can’t believe I did this. How could I be so stupid?”  

“Ok punk, relax, ok, yes, you fucked up; we all did.  We should have insisted that you told her the truth from the beginning, but we didn’t and here we are.  Steve,” Bucky put his hand on his shoulder, “we’ll find her, and we’ll make it right.”  

Steve looked at his best friend. “I can’t lose her.” His voice cracked.  

“You won’t. She just needs time.”  

Belle made it to the bar without any interruption.  Robert waved at her as she entered but instead of taking a seat in her booth, she went to the bar.  “Something strong Rob.  I just need the escape.”  

“You got it.”  

She sat at the bar, and she knew she was in line.  She needed to let go of these feelings.  When her name was called, she poured her heart and soul into the song.  

There's a fire starting in my heart  Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark  Finally I can see you crystal clear  Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare 

See how I'll leave with every piece of you  Don't underestimate the things that I will do  There's a fire starting in my heart  Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark 

The scars of your love remind me of us  They keep me thinking that we almost had it all  The scars of your love they leave me breathless  I can't help feeling 

We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)  (Never had met me)  Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)  (Rolling in the deep) 

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)  Of your hands (never had met me)  And you played it (tears are gonna fall)  To the beat (rolling in the deep) 

Baby, I have no story to be told  But I've heard one on you, now I'm gonna make your head burn  Think of me in the depths of your despair  Make a home down there, as mine sure won't be shared 

The scars of your love (never had met me)  Remind me of us (tears are gonna fall)  They keep me thinking (rolling in the deep)  That we almost had it all (you're gonna wish you)  The scars of your love (never had met me)  They leave me breathless (tears are gonna fall)  I can't help feeling (rolling in the deep) 

We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)  (Never had met me)  Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)  (Rolling in the deep) 

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)  Of your hands (never had met me)  And you played it (tears are gonna fall)  To the beat (rolling in the deep) 

We could've had it all  Rolling in the deep  You had my heart inside of your hand  But you played it with a beating 

Throw your soul through every open door (whoa)  Count your blessings to find what you look for (whoa)  Turn my sorrow into treasured gold (whoa)  You pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown 

We could've had it all (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)  We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you never had met me)  It all, it all, it all (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) 

We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)  (Never had met me)  Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)  (Rolling in the deep) 

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)  Of your hands (never had met me)  And you played it (tears are gonna fall)  To the beat (rolling in the deep) 

Could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)  (Never had met me)  Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)  (Rolling in the deep) 

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)  Of your hands (never had met me)  But you played it, you played it, you played it  You played it to the beat 

Belle finished and made her way back out.  As it got darker, a place popped in her head where she could lay low. She called a cab and made her way back to Manhattan. She climbed the stairs and hit the doorbell.  

The door opened and its owner’s jaw fell open in shock. “Belle?!” 

“Hi Lila.”

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[bunni-v1]

Dumping my thoughts for a haikyuu fic that I shouldn’t be thinking about cause I have two other WIPs hehehe <3

So first it’s fantasy with like magic and animal people and all that cute stuff. For example, Nekoma’ steam members are cat people who are particularly adept in terraforming. Or Fukurodani are a species of bird people (owls duh) who are powerful wind users. (Kinda like AtLA) There are humans and stuff, and to keep it easy each team is gonna be made up of separate types of animal/fantasy creatures.

So the fic itself would just be titled The Wall (oooo ominous I know), and since it’s so aptly titled it’s about a wall. Trust me it’s more thrilling than it sounds.

See this wall separates a significant portion of its worlds population behind it. It’s tall, towering, and it keeps everything inside IN and everything outside OUT. Think like AOT minus the titans. Inside the walls lives several different countries on a united front with a handful of delegates that meet a few times a year to ensure all is good.

The wall was build like centuries ago to protect the countries from something evil outside. Disease? Violence? Magical creatures? No one really knows except the “high elders” which are some of the oldest leaders still alive. It’s passed down through generations as previous elders die of etc etc.

Things are advertised to the people inside the wall as good! All is well in the wall! (There is no war in ba sing se type shit). But it isn’t ofc it isn’t. Certain regions are significantly less prosperous than others (those closer to the outside of The Wall), all countries have poverty issues that they try to hide, there’s always infighting amongst the leaders, it’s just… bad… and the less prosperous countries are tired of it.

Many citizens questions why things have to be this way. Why can’t they go outside the wall? Why do we have to suffer? One such citizen is dearly beloved Reader-chan! They’re tired of being miserable. Their parents died when they were young, their grandmother is sickly, and their grandfather is working overtime despite being physically weak to make due for their family. He has to provide for his wife, his grandchild, and make the necessary living payments to the government to… well… live in the wall. If you don’t, you get kicked out, and you don’t want that do you? No!

They pretty much run their grandpa’s shop — a little grocery place with fresh produce grown from their garden. It makes good money, but they don’t get to keep most of it, if at all. They’ve never liked their government, or their country, or the wall that looms tall over their head. They work their ass off every single day to help their family where they can, but they still hardly make ends meet.

Without spoiling all my ideas, some shit goes down that inevitably ends in Reader-chan being thrown out/running away from the wall. That’s where the story really begins, but I can’t say much because… well it would be too much.

That’s what I’ve been obsessing over between writing fics and stuff. I really do wanna start this one but… maybe I should finish working on Cureé and Nine Lives 😭 idk. Wish me luck regardless.