#SHE'S LITERALLY THE “stare at you with my autistic eyes”

[boredomsparkles]

"The Wild Robot is an allegory to autism and neurodivergents" of course it is, look at Roz

She's literally the autism creature

[maxthesillyy]

i did a silly thing

@mommyclan and @fen-the-space-dragon (owner of middlepaw)

[jangofettjamz]

Valentines Success

Jenna Ortega x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: You and Jenna exchange Valentines gifts

Words: 1162

2nd Person POV

(5 days earlier)

Jenna and You walked down the mall, shopping bags in hand. It was particularly quiet today which made the experience a little more bearable today than what you're regularly accustomed to.

You two soon came to a stop in front of a clothing store Jenna frequents, one of her favourite stores. However, the amount of people in store was quite substantial and you too could get noticed in public, something neither of you minded if they're fans, but today you two just wanted some quiet

You quickly thought of a solution to avoid being spotted by the public, and also maybe because you didn't want to go into the store yourself because of the people. "Hey babe, why don't you go in the store and I'll stay out here. That way it'll be harder for people to spot us since we're not close together" you suggested.

"You sure sweetie?" She says and you reply promptly with a nod and a smile. Jenma gives you a loving kiss on the cheek "I'll only be a couple minutes." She says and walks into the store, leaving you standing in the mall, looking for anything interesting to pass the time.

Not far from the clothing store was the LEGO store, one of your personal favourites. LEGO has been a comfort item for most of your life, and let's be honest, who doesn't love LEGO.

You walked over to the store and entered it, immediately engulfed with childhood nostalgia and familier sights that just make you feel all happy and giddy inside.

You looked at each set and their themes. They had from Star Wars, Spider-Man, Marvel Comics, Batman, DC Comics, Pirates In The Caribbean, Harry Potter; literally endless options, but you were looking for Star Wars.

There was one set you really wanted, the "Ultimate Collectors Series Lego Millennium Falcon" coming in at 7541 pieces overall. It was massive, and you wanted it.

Though, there was a problem, you were broke. You had just bought Jenna a really expensive necklace for her valentines day gift. You don't regret buying it because you know she'll love it, but you can't help but feel a little sorry for yourself over the fact you can't afford to buy a set you REALLY wanted.

You caressed the cardboard box that displayed the sets box art, and the blocky contents in held within its frame. "One day you'll be mine" you whispered to the large box as if it were sentient.

But unbeknownst to you, Jenna was peeking from around the shop entrance out of your view, watching you stare in awe of the gargantuan LEGO ship. She knew right then and there that this was the perfect gift to get you.

"Oh Y/N/N you're in for a surprise" She chuckled to herself mischievously.

(literally Jenna from around the corner watching you)

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(Present day)

It was the moment both of them had been waiting for. It was gift giving time. You and Jenna have treated yourselves to a valentines day brunch and just got back home. You were eager for her to recieve her gift, and she felt the same about hers.

You opened the door for her upon entering your house "Why aren't just a gentleman" she said, with a kiss on the lips as reward for your politeness. You went over to the spot where you hid the box that contained the necklace and hid it behind your back.

You walked over to Jenna with a smile on your face. She cocked an eyebrow and smirked knowing you had something behind your back. "Honey, what are you hiding?" You smiled as she waited with eager anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, you began "Jenna, in all my years of living you've given me more joy than I could've ever imagined. You're are the absolute light of my life and today I just wanted to give you something as a token of my undying gratitude." You pulled the box out from behind you and presented it to her.

Jenna gently took the box from your hands and opened it. The jewels from the diamond necklace were almost blinding as they reflected across her skin, her eyes went wide as soon as they set upon them.

Jenna was barely able to contain a squeal of pure joy and excitement, settling for a loud gasp instead. A small note was under where the necklace sat. It read "Happy Valentines day, Jenna. I love you. P.S im broke now becuz of u <3 - your forever person, Y/N"

Jenna laughed upon reading the note and tears dripped down her face, which brought a smile yours knowing you did good with your gift. She held both of your hands "You are the champion of making me happiest person in the world, Y/N L/N. You are the kindest, sweetest and most adorable person I've ever had pleasure of knowing and I'm glad to call you, my lover."

You blushed hard at the comment. The two of you leaned in and shared a loving kiss to commemorate the love you felt for each other, a love that will stand the test of time no doubt. Jenna leaned away and continued her speech.

"Which is why I got you something too." You waited to find out what it was but she just laughed. "You're gonna wanna sit down for this one" you were heavily confused but laughed and shrugged. You sat down on the couch and closed your eyes.

Your heard Jenna rummaging around to get your gift, her grunting implied that it was something heavy or large. She placed the large box in your lap and placed your hands at the top, holding them tightly.

"This is something I got for you to show you how much I adore you. I love you so much, sweet boy and there are so many more gifts to come" she says and kisses the top of your head. "Open your eyes, bunny"

You did as you were told and soon recognised the box art from the LEGO set you admired from days past. You let out a loud gasp, mostly out of shock, and Jenna was just enjoying the sight.

You soon begin smiling widely like The Joker and tears brimmed at you eyes. "Jenna..." you sniffled. She really did that for you. How did she even know? "How did you...?" You stuttered, unable to focus on what your voice sounded like. You were too excited to care.

Jenna took her place next to you on the couch "Let's just say I have my ways. Happy Valentines day, bunny. I love you more than gifts could ever describe" She kissed you temple and laid her head on your shoulder.

This was a Valentines Day success for sure.

A/N

Short one but I hardly have the time to write so I hoped you enjoyed this one. Not proofread.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Your Brother's Wedding

Casey Novak x autistic!fem!reader Warnings: established relationship, literally BRIMMING with fluff, Autism Struggles™, meltdown Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Your brother's getting married today, and you're the best man. But one big, day-long party? With lots of socialization? Just because the day will be good doesn't mean it will be easy. It's a good thing your girlfriend, Casey, is there to help you through it.

“You gonna be okay?” Casey asked as you got dressed that morning, carefully zipping your suit into a garment bag. 

You shrugged. “I kinda have to be.”

She stared at you, brows furrowed, from the edge of the guest bed you shared when you visited your parents’ house. Her hair was in a messy bun, an oversized t-shirt draped over her body. Morning Casey was your favorite Casey. So messy, so lovely. What you'd really like to do is stay in bed.

But your brother, Chase, was getting married today, and you were the best man. You loved your brother, but weddings were just one big, long party. And parties were very, very difficult for you.

“Come here,” Casey said, patting the spot next to her on the bed.

You sighed, but you were relieved to have her there. It warmed your heart when Casey worried about you. You’d never really had anyone who worried about you like Casey did, someone who took care of you and protected you. Usually you were the one taking care of everyone else.

You sunk into the bed next to her and leaned your head on her shoulder as she wrapped an arm around you.  

“You can take a minute today,” she told you, rubbing small circles into your back. “If you need to.”

“It’s Chase’s wedding day.”

“Yeah, but it’s your body and your brain. If you get overstimulated and you need a break, you’re allowed to take it.”

You rocked slowly backward and forward, not overwhelmed yet, but preparing for it. Casey ran a gentle hand up and down, up and down your spine.

“If you want,” she continued, holding you close, “you can text me, and I’ll call you. That way it’s my fault. You can tell Chase I needed to talk to you or something.”

You exhaled deeply and wrapped your arms around Casey’s middle. “Big squeeze?” It was less of a question and more of a secret language.

Your youngest brother, Eli, who had autism too, often needed “big squeezes” with lots of deep pressure to regulate. When Casey learned that they helped you, too, they’d become a part of your every day.

She pressed her body into yours and squeezed as hard as she could, and you fell limp in her arms.

“I’ll see you tonight?” you asked, reluctantly pulling away.

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m gonna come with your mom and your siblings.”

You exhaled deeply. “Okay. We’re gonna be fine. It’s one day.”

This one day was long and hard and hot, but buzzing with excitement. You helped Chase and the groomsmen set up the chairs and tables in the spring heat. You’d been a little worried when Chase had asked you to be his best man. Of course, you’d been grateful; you did not want to wear a dress as part of the bridal party. But you’d been worried that the other groomsmen or his fiancé’s family wouldn’t like a girl being the best man.

But you’d known the groomsmen since you were all children, and it was just like old times. And as for Bailey’s family, they were thrilled to have someone to act as a go-between for the bridal party and the groomsmen.

By that evening, when it was just about time for the wedding to start, you were sweaty and sticky in your suit and bow tie. And you were tired of people already. But Chase hummed with excitement, tears already forming in the corners of his eyes. And you knew it was going to be a beautiful night.

Casey and your mom brought the twins, Eli and Winnie, a few minutes before the wedding was set to start, to say hello to you and Chase. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw her. She was always beautiful. But today she was stunning. Red hair gleaming in the afternoon light, curled slightly at the ends. An A-line dress in a deep emerald green, that plunged down her neckline in a way that made you feel lightheaded.

“Wow,” you said, breathless. “You look…” You couldn’t think of a word big enough or beautiful enough to describe her, so you just shook your head.

She giggled at your gobsmacked expression and pulled you into her for another big squeeze.

“I love you, but it’s too hot for big squeezes,” you mumbled into her chest.

She brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead and looked you over, smiling softly.

“Do I look okay?” you asked, fiddling with your bow tie and shrugging your shoulders. It was a rented suit. And you were five feet tall and had boobs. It wasn’t a great fit. You’d begged Chase to let you buy a custom suit, but they’d wanted you to match the other groomsmen. You were afraid you looked like a tiny Tony Soprano.

She kissed you on the cheek and squeezed your arm. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Where are you sitting?” you asked. “So I can look for you.”

“Second row. With your grandparents.”

“Oh, god. Don’t let them say anything homophobic to you.”

Casey laughed and squeezed your hand one last time for good measure as Eli and Winnie pulled her toward the ceremony seating. “I can handle old white people,” she called back.

You smiled as you watched her go, then turned your attention to Chase, who stood next to your mom, tears already leaking down his cheeks.

“Oh, buddy.” You pulled out a pack of tissues and handed him one. “Do you have a pack?”

“What?” he said, sniffling.

“Jeez. Here, take these.” You stuffed your tissues into his suit pocket.

“What if you need them?”

“I won’t,” you assured him. “No offense or anything. I’m just not a crier.”

Chase sobbed like a baby during his vows, and when he turned to you for the ring, his face red and streaked with tears, you couldn't help but shed a few of your own.

But by the time the ceremony was over and pictures had started, you were starting to feel the pressure of the day. You slumped into Casey as you waited for the bride’s side of the family to finish their photos.

“You all right?” she asked, massaging the back of your neck. “I saw you tear up. It was very sweet.”

“My feet are killing me.”

“Why don’t you put on your Birks?”

“I can’t wear Birks with a suit!”

“Who’s gonna care!?”

You hesitated for a moment, then conceded. “Alright. After the pictures.”

Your heart soared when your family beckoned Casey into the family photos. Despite the fact that you and Casey weren’t married–it just wasn’t a priority for either of you–your family had still embraced her as one of their own.

You’d never been in love before. Never dated before. Never loved anyone in your life the way that you loved Casey. And your family could see it. She was once in a lifetime for you, and they knew it, and they treated her like it. If anything, they were even nicer to Casey because if they scared Casey off, there wouldn’t be anyone after her. Not for you.

Casey knew it, too, and she loved you desperately for it. Loved that she was truly your one and only. And she meant to honor that for the rest of her life. You loved her deeply and selflessly and, to Casey, you deserved all of that and more in return. And she was more than willing to give it.

It was the little moments of the wedding that would stick with you afterward. Chase tearing up during your best man speech. A crowd cheering on Winnie as she did the Cupid Shuffle. Eli resting his head on your shoulder as you danced. The way Casey watched you dance with Eli, the softest of smiles playing on her lips.

You’d asked her to dance after that, to Chris Stapleton’s “Tennessee Whiskey,” placing a gentle hand on her waist as she wrapped her arm around your neck. And as you swayed back and forth under the fairy lights, bugs singing from the trees and your family and friends dancing around you, you didn’t think you’d ever been happier.

Casey pressed her forehead into yours, staring into your eyes with so much love it overwhelmed you.

“You’re so sweet with your brother, Y/N,” she said. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

There was so much happiness inside you, it was bound to come out. You pinched your eyes together and stimmed, shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders. “Sorry,” you mumbled, more as a reflex than anything.

“Honey, you know I love your stims. You’re perfect.”

You smiled and tried to look in her eyes, but couldn’t, so settled for wrapping your arm around her back and pressing into her. Casey understood. She always did.

She rested her chin on top of your head and sighed. “You think we should do this?” she asked.

Your stomach flipped. “Get married!?”

“Not the wedding,” she continued. “Just at the courthouse or something. A honeymoon at the beach. Quiet, you know? Just us.”

You were stunned into silence, swaying mechanically as Casey’s words tumbled through your mind. She wanted to marry you. She wanted to marry you!

You were quiet for so long that Casey started to lose confidence. “I mean, it’s alright if you don’t want to. Things are great the way they are.”

You looked up at her face–so beautiful, your favorite face in the world–and cupped her cheek. There was fear in her eyes, and for neither the first time nor the last, you were completely dumbfounded that she cared about you this much. That she’d given enough of her heart and soul to you that she was scared you’d reject her. As if you ever would.

“Casey, I would love to marry you."

And then, so fast it took you by surprise, she pressed her lips into yours, both hands on the side of your face, thumbs tracing back and forth along your cheekbones. And, for once, you weren’t embarrassed. Even though you were in Tennessee. Even though your family could see. She kissed you in front of everyone, and you let her. She kissed you, and you kissed her back.

“Oooooh!” Winnie squealed from behind you, pointing. “Casey and Y/N sitting in a tree!”

You pulled away, face blazing, and Casey placed another smiling kiss on your cheek.

“Shut up, Winnie!” you called, as your sister continued to laugh and point.

It was a beautiful night, a beautiful send-off for your brother and his new wife, made even more beautiful by the thought that you’d have a wife soon, too. But as soon as Chase and Bailey drove off in their car and the remaining guests started chatting, you hit your wall. You’d worked so hard all day, so hard to keep it together, to make small talk, to be nice, to smile, to act normal. But you’d reached your limit.

You stood next to Casey, rocking slightly,  as she talked with some of the wedding guests. You tapped the palm of her hand twice with two of your fingers–your signal that you were getting dangerously overstimulated.

Casey ended the conversation, much nicer and more naturally than you would have, then took you aside and held you close.

“You did so good, sweetheart.”

“Casey,” your voice was soft and choppy, and you felt like you did when you were about to have a panic attack. In fact, it was often hard to tell the difference between overstimulation and panic. “I need to go home.”

“Okay, honey,” she said, nodding and squeezing your hand. “You get your stuff and go to the car. I’ll grab Winnie and then we’ll go. Are you okay to be alone?”

You nodded and walked quickly toward the parking lot, trusting that Casey wouldn’t make you wait long.

Back at your parents’ house, Casey was your savior. She had you take a shower while she put Winnie to bed, and by the time you’d curled into a ball in the guest bed, Winnie was asleep.

Your body shook, and your heart beat wildly. Casey crawled into bed next to you and gathered you into her.

“Sorry, love,” you mumbled, shivering. “Not exactly a romantic end to the night…”

“Sweetheart, you did so good,” she said, peppering your face with kisses. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Honey, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sleep,“ you worried out loud. “I’m so damn keyed up.”

“Shh.” Casey hushed you, running a hand rhythmically through your hair. “We can stay up as long as you need. Just let go, okay? I’ve got you.”

And she did. Casey held you close as you shook and stimmed and hyperventilated. She massaged the stress from your hands. She squeezed you tight for deep pressure. She hummed distractedly into your ear, the vibrations of her voice deep and comforting.

When your body had finally started to regulate itself, you sank into her, wrapping an arm around her waist and throwing your leg over hers.

“I can’t wait to be your wife,” you whispered as you drifted to ssleep.

You heard Casey inhale sharply, then she kissed the side of your head, holding you just a little tighter than before.

[aroaceleovaldez]

thoughts on leo valdez? headcdanons? i

[stares at own url] ...I'll give you one for free, lol

Aro/ace Leo.... listen. He explicitly states that he plays up his false persona in aspects that he feels are lacking in his actual personality in an effort to make people like him more, and in his POVs we get a lot of him doing acknowledged-as-nonserious joke-flirting as part of his false persona. Guy who doesn't realize he's aspec trying to overcompensate for his lack of attraction by excessively hitting on people to hide that he doesn't feel attraction towards anyone? Him wondering if he's broken in a whole bunch of ways and trying to make up for it externally while having an identity crisis about that? Something something metaphor about him wondering if cause he's a Hephaestus kid he's a little too much like a machine/robot and can't feel love or The Right Emotions In General™ because of that cause he doesn't know about aspec stuff yet (or that he's autistic)? Can anyone hear me.

Related to that: Leo landing on Ogygia (island of unreciprocated love) and meeting Calypso, who (probably through love magic) actually seems to be attracted to him? And him trying to force himself to reciprocate because he figures that's just how it's supposed to go and maybe for once he's actually experiencing romantic love? And he's so desperate for someone to like him and to feel useful to someone (re: 7th wheel)? But it fizzles out almost immediately after they leave the island, because the heart-eyes wear off for Calypso, especially once she technically no longer needs him, and Leo can't keep up trying to make himself reciprocate (and can't keep up trying to put his mask back up for her, especially now that Calypso seems to actually care about it). I am literally always thinking about this.

Short king,,, I don't care what anybody says he is NOT 5'6" that is way too tall for him. My guy is 5'5" absolute maximum. I usually place him at 5'3". Tiny guy. Made of pipecleaners. Built like Bilbo Baggins...

I've mentioned it before in a couple of places (i know [here] at least) but I did not like his fake-out death in BoO. Also I'm just mad about his dropped character arc(s) in general. My ideal substitute is that instead of dying and being revived, Festus just crashes in the woods nearby and Leo has overexerted his powers too much a la Nico's shadow stuff and is nearly dead but once they get him to the infirmary he recovers and can start working on recovering from his whole depression arc too. Also maybe he loses a leg in the crash so he can match his dad just for funsies, and so that there's some amount of consequence to his sacrifice to make up for him not dying (not like in canon there were any consequences to him dying and being revived anyways...). Also something something accidental Hiccup HTTYD joke. Leo with a prosthetic is always fun. More Hephaestus kids with prosthetics.

I am very amused by the concept of Leo never having any romantic attraction to Hazel at all, possibly even negative romantic attraction once he finds out she dated his great-grandpa (especially since in canon like 90% of his thoughts about Hazel are just kind of appreciative and genuinely thinking she's really cool, if a little confusing at first), and Hazel pretty quickly gets over her side of things once she gets used to the fact that this is Definitely Not Sammy, he just Looks Like Sammy (and does not actually act like Sammy, that's just a fake persona that is eerily similar by coincidence. Real Leo is actually quite reserved and not so much of a vocal goofball most of the time). So they're just besties after their mutual weird Sammy vision and understanding the deeper sides to each other and are each other's person they're most comfortable letting their guard down around cause they've formed that level of trust. Except Frank's over in the corner seething cause he thinks this is a love triangle but he's the only one who thinks that. Leo just thinks Frank hates him for the general reasons he thinks everybody hates him (which is just an assumption he's kind of used to and expects from people, so he does not question it at all). Hazel knows Frank thinks Leo is trying to steal her from him but she's having trouble trying to keep the two of them from nearly killing each other. It's a very homestuck auspistice dynamic.

Leo and Frank eventually work out their stuff and become very good friends to meeee... let them bond over their mutual fear of fire and dead mom trauma! they have so many parallels and I want the two of them and Hazel to be a funky cute little trio!

Dragonkin Leo! That boy is a dragon!!!! I usually say his stuff is kind of spiritual origin (he doesn't really know how to explain it other than his soul is just a dragon) versus like Jason being a wolf therian with a more psychological origin (being raised by an immortal wolf pack rubbed off on him) (rip Piper being the only non-alterhuman in their trio LMAO). I imagine whatever type of dragon he is probably is very similar to Festus, which is part of why Leo clicks with Festus so quickly - he just sees himself in Festus and it's very comforting to him. He definitely makes himself some fun 'kin gear, like a nice weighted tail and wings and claws to try and help his phantom shifts feel a lil less wonky. Also him having dragon talon weapons just sounds cool. He also totally makes gear for any other alterhuman demigods.

[lowkeyrobin]

can we get a phoebe spengler dating and/or friendship hcs please im starving out here 🫶🏼🫶🏼

oooo yeah sure!! I apologize if this ends up being kinda short 😔🙏 ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy!!

PHOEBE SPENGLER ; dating hcs

summary ; dating stuff with phoebe

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; I'm not a professional when it comes to autism (because it's like 50/50 canon) so please give me feedback if any of the traits or anything in general is wrong for phoebe and if I should change it!! the sources I used don't seem like they're written by autistic people themselves but I'm putting my trust into these psychologists

word count ; 471

masterlist

she caught your eye with those horrible dad jokes of hers

it was the effort and thought that counted

tried using a science fact to reel you in but you were already head over heels 😭😭

you were just like "can I please take you out to do something fun? just us? please?"

she's like "...sure?" like she hasn't had a crush on you for the past solid 15 minutes from across the room

she talks about it to her mom, and she's all excited for her and she just doesn't understand the hype

baby's first date because trevor lives a double life around callie 💯

callie actually takes pictures 😭 and phoebe is just wearing a casual outfit like?? this isn't a fancy occasion mom

she's literally so scared but doesn't really know how to feel

you find it cute and endearing 💔

once you actually start dating, she's still very nervous around you because she's not trying to drive you away

she's obsessed with you though, you're actually perfect in her eyes and she'll do anything to prove that to you (vice versa as well 🫶)

she just stares at you sometimes and it's the cutest thing ever, like whole ass loses focus on whatever she's doing just to look at you. whether you're just chilling across the room or laughing and talking with podcast, she can't take her eyes off of you

she'll ramble about whatever she's fixated on / her special interest at the most random times, it's adorable

trevor will just see her staring at you while you're busy fixing something and be there like "stop staring" and without loosening her gaze on you, will reply "I can't help it"

he's mad she found actual love before him 😭 /hj

she'll hang on to anything and everything you seem to have an interest in

she seems like the type to make one of those pages long essays about how much she l-words you and mail it to you because she's too scared to give it to you herself

she's genuinley head over heels, there is no honeymoon phase that is just how she is

will proudly ramble about her ghostbuster duties to you whenever she can

loves taking walks with you even if it's just in silence

will 100% show you how everything in the proton packs and traps work

she'll have late night theories and scientific ideas and text you to not forget and just to let you know, even if you're asleep

"y/n I have an idea" "hit me"

you're her biggest fan

you made her a little "I got arrested" pin after she did actually get in trouble with stuff LMAO

she got you a little ghostbuster patch because you didn't want to really join them, but she can't help but wanna make you feel included

you, her, and Podcast are seriously an unbreakable trio

[w1shb0n3z]

For context: falin always has her eyes closed (squints) becuase she's nearsighted and never got glasses.

I have a bit of an idea (that i may or may not turn into a mini comic/drawing thingy)

And it goes as follows:

Marcille discovery why Falin's always squinting

She says something along the lines of "oh, why you never get glasses"

Falin gives this really sad explanation like "Well, I just kinda got used to it and I've never really had the money for glasses"

Marcille's heart BREAKS

Falin let's Marcille schedule her an appointment with an optometrist

Falin's a good sport about it all

They pick out some cute frames and wait for the prescription to come in

The big reveal comes and...!

Falin's golden eyes are CONSTANTLY piercing anyone and everyone's unsuspecting gaze.

Marcille is BLIDNED. She wants to be supportive but literally cannot bear the intense glare Falin gives everyone by accident (in Falin's defence, her autistic ass does NOT know how to regulate eye contact)

It's almost like my girl is holding her eyes extra wide to make up for all that lost time. She's like a bush baby in my mind

All and all

Falin doesn't regularly wear her glasses. She just forgets to unless she's dressing up for something- or just puts them on randomly. For this, Marcille is grateful for. Though she does still love looking into Falin's eyes, she cannot physically handle the fact that Falin constantly looks like she's trying to explode things with her mind.

All things are good in moderation!

Everyone else is a little startled by falin suddenly wearing glasses and staring them down. And Lowkey fear when she's going to wear them next. Nobody is ready for those golden orbs LMAO. Not even Kabru

Maybe I'll write a fic on this? Maybe. Idk how to write. Will I make a little shitpost-y comic on this? Purrhaps

[thatbirdrestaurant]

Fairy Tail Restaurant AU but literally every single headcanon for it is things that happened at my current restaurant job.

Laxus is the manager who wants to fire everybody and is so tired, Gray, Natsu, and Erza have been working there so long they’ve probably broken child labor laws, and Lucy and Wendy are the newbies.

Wendy tried to pick up a rack of freshly cleaned glasses but it slipped from her fingers and the entire thing shattered on the ground. Lucy, who was standing just a few feet away, got glass all over her leg and found a shard in her shoe a few hours later.

Natsu and Gray once argued on the clock, but they did it in front of the entire dining room. That’s the closest Laxus has gotten to having a good reason to fire someone.

Erza and Lucy went outside during a dinner rush to grab more napkins, and one of the cooks closed the door on them without checking if anyone was outside. The door locked automatically, neither of them had their phones, the cooks were not responding to their pounding on the door, and it took five minutes for someone to come find them.

Mira (bartender) dropped a full bottle of tequila, stared at it for a few seconds, and announced she was “going on break,” which just means smoking for two-five minutes in the back while debating your life choices.

Lucy turned the corner a little too sharp while the kitchen floors were being cleaned and ate absolute shit in front of her entire section.

Natsu accidentally threw a customer’s credit card into the trash because they forgot it on a napkin that Natsu did not pay attention to.

Levy (to-go orders) was stuck on the phone with a customer for twenty minutes because they kept changing their mind on the order, and Laxus had to take the phone from her, tell the customer they either needed to make a choice or order somewhere else, and put them on hold for ten minutes.

Wendy jokingly told Erza not to fall in when she said she was going to the bathroom. Five minutes later, Erza came up to her and told her that she did, in fact, fall in.

Levy dropped a metal pan on the ground in the kitchen, making a very loud noise that made everyone turn their heads. Once they realized what was happening, Natsu said, “I thought that was a gunshot.” Everyone agreed and Lucy pointed out that they all thought it was a gunshot, and none of them even attempted to get away.

Everyone knows that Gajeel (cook) has been arrested, but they don't know why, and there's an active debate on what he did to end up in jail.

The first time Lucy yelled at the cooks, she cried for five minutes because she felt so bad.

On a slow day, Laxus had everyone pull out the booths so they could deep clean, and a party of ten came in while every single booth was pulled out.

Laxus sent Lucy home early on her first closing shift, and when she asked if that was okay, Laxus looked her dead in the eyes and said, “We don’t pay you enough for you to care this much.”

Bickslow (busser) showed Wendy and Lucy Weird Al YouTube videos on a dead shift for an entire hour before they clocked out and went home.

One of Lucy’s buttons popped off while she was taking a table’s order and landed in one of their waters.

A table threatened to walk out on Erza and she took their drinks away and ignored them until they actually left.

Gray puts his tables in time out if they're being too rude to him.

Erza lied to a table and told them Gray is autistic because they thought he was being rude; he wasn't, he just naturally sounds like an asshole. The table felt so bad for complaining that they tipped him 30%.

Mest got fired for doing cocaine in the back.

[diagonal-queen]

Hellooo, I think Ur requests are open, so can I request Teccho and jouno cuddle hcs (if u write for them ofc) and please fem! reader [[:

Cuddling Headcanons

♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Jouno Saigiku x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: Cuddling with them HCs :)

♡ cw: Swearing, female/AFAB reader (she/her pronounce), mentions of boob (could be interpreted as NSFW but not necessarily intended that way? idk), slight NSFW themes

note: do you guys wanna know something? at first i didn't really care for the hunting dogs, i was just neutral towards them. but i've gotten SO many reqs for them and written for them so much that they've grown on me and now they're all my little pookie bears especially tecchou <3 apologies for errors and as always I hope you enjoy x

Tecchou:

I feel like I've talked about cuddling Tecchou a lot. He's literally just a giant teddy bear

Even though he's fuckin' ripped and also a giant (I don't actually know his height but I HC that he's tall) he's just so soft like a pillow

He bear-hugs. You're trapped in his arms, and you most likely won't be able to escape until he lets you go. There are ways you can make him let you leave his embrace though, like if you need to go to the bathroom he'll let you, but otherwise you're stuck forever

He will wrap his arms and legs around you and nuzzle his head into your chest or the crook of your neck (yes, he will smush his face into your boobs no matter their size)

He doesn't have a preference- he likes being both the big and little spoon. Whether he's cuddling you or you're cuddling him, he'll be happy

Tecchou has a hard time falling asleep unless he's cuddling you. If you wake up in the middle of the night to go get some water or something chances are he'll wake up too

He really likes when you two are burrito-wrapped in a blanket together

(Can you tell he's comforted by the physical proximity)

He loves to randomly place kisses on your neck and collarbone while you cuddle

Usually you have little talks with one another while you cuddle, just about random autistic stuff, but sometimes it'll just be silent cuddles and that's just as good 😌

May or may not lead into sexual activities depending on your guys' mood. Most of the time it's just lazing around in each others' presence

Because of the nature of his work, he really enjoys his down time, especially when it's something relaxing and cosy, and even more especially when it's with you.

Jouno:

He's a gentle cuddler

Jouno's hands are always moving, whether he's carding his fingers through your hair or lightly patting you on the back

He likes to stroke your cheek with his finger and feel your soft skin against his

He also really likes it when you fall asleep in his arms. It reinforces your trust in him. And as a highkey sadistic maniac that means a lot to him <3

Jouno doesn't really like being the little spoon, he prefers to have you wrapped up in his arms. He has a thing about being openly vulnerable like that...just give him some time, he'll come around

Unlike Tecchou he won't directly smush his face into your tits, but that doesn't stop him from really wanting to

His favourite cuddles are the ones where he gets home from work, and he's just tired, and wants to stare into his lover's eyes as he holds her tenderly and peppers her face with kisses

He's a softy at heart :')

His heart does SO MANY FLIPS when you cup his cheeks in your hands and kiss him back. He loves it so much and thinks it's adorable, and my god he loves you so much you lucky bug

He likes to praise you when you're cuddling. He'll flirt and throw compliments at you like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance, and he loves to see your flustered red face. Bonus points if you return his energy

(This may or may not lead to sex. That's up to you)

Jouno really loves your scent, and also likes to listen to your heartbeat and steady breathing. It's incredibly soothing to him

Before he knows it, he's already asleep. And he'll be very confused when he wakes up a couple hours later on the couch in the dark with a sore neck and the sound of the shower running in the background

Me too Jouno. Me too

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl, @kokoenjiandco, @pansexualproblemchild

[konaanaria13]

Muvéte

K so I wrote this back when I was utterly obssesd with Harry Lewis and then compleattly forgot about it so yeah here u gooo

Warnings: sex, unprotected sex, cursing, Oral sex (F reciving) uh yh.

Also like I love this song and Its just soo perfect so yhh.

Idk about part 2 btw maybe maybe not.

I move closer to them, one of them noticing and without hesitation pulling me into the circle of friend's, an arm around me and jumping up and down with me.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

The music is making my body sway, my hip's slowly as I let my hand's go through my hair and down my body, the alcohol making me feel dizzy, looking around I notice the group of boy's before me, all of them jumping up arm in arm laughing, I look back to see my friend's in the booth getting new drink wondering why they aren't here with me like that, returning my attention back to the boy's, I Grin as I see one of the Blondes Loudly singing to the song, His hand in a fist as Microphone as his friend's cheer him on.

"Excuse me baby boy, just had to dance with you know" I muse loudly and finally his eyes lock with mine, he grin's as I loudly sing with him, he step's aside and the other's laugh as I sing toward the boy.

"See theres nobody in here that compares to you, no! Your hand's on my waist, my lip's you wanna taste" He moves closer, his hand's around my hip's and I grind myself into him, wrapping my hand's around his neck, he lick's his lip's and I grin.

"Come muvéte muvéte muvéte" I sing and his face moves closer to mine, his nose brushing mine as he guides my hip's against his, his lip's brushing mine, I press my lip's against his, his hand's responding by pulling me closer into him, running up and down my back he cup's my ass and I part my lip's for his tounge and he bites my lip.

Our bodies move against the music.

The people outside die out, I can hear their laughter but I shut it out as he kisses me toward the music and all I can hear is him panting and the music making my body move.

"Y/N!" I pull away harshly and push him off as my best friend Katie stares at me.

"No! Absoulutly not! We said no boys!"

"I- you did not just ruin the best kiss of my life for a stupid promise!" I scream over the music and notice how his hand's stayed on my hip standing behind me as his friend's laugh.

"Mate fuck off she's on a boy ban"

"Nope babe stay!" I demand and he laugh's laudly.

"Harry come on they're gonna start fighting over you-" one of the boy's say's and me and katie look at him then at each other and start laughing.

"Dude you think we would fight over a guy?" I ask laughing as the boy behind me —Harry— licks his lip's when I look back at him.

"Let alone him" Katie says and I frown.

"What's that supposed to mean he look's good" I ask and she scoff's.

"You drunk and its night-"

"Nope i stand by it he look's like that one youtuber- I always have his thirst traps on my fyp whats his name?"

"The autistic guy?" Somehow as me and Katie talk the guys didn't get bored and created a circle around us.

"Yeah yeah"

"You see the problem in your statement or no?" She ask's and I laugh again.

"Harry Lewis" I look at the boy who gave the answer, A lanky guy who is grinning from ear to ear hitting the guy beside him.

"Yeah that fucker- so hot- look's just like you friend Har-" I look back to see him biting his lip's in a grin.

"Oh fuck-" I gasp my eyes widening as I grab Katie by the hand and literally run.

Harry Lewis. I just made out with Harry Lewis. And he was just as good as I'd imagine.

"Fuck fuck fuck" I run into the bathroom

"Fuck Katie" Katie laugh's as I cover my face in emberassment, the light's of the bathroom wake me up a bit and I laugh again.

I clean up my lip's and my hair before breathing through. Fixing the blue mini dress on my body I look at Katie for help who just shrugg's.

"God's I hope they changed club's" I mutter as we step outside again but no no, he's leaning against the bathroom wall on his phone his friend's in the back chatting with my friend's, at my table.

Harry look's up as I step out, looking me up and down I blush and cover my face looking at Katie for advise but she moved toward the other's leaving us alone.

"I'm Harry" he extend's his hand and I let my eyes lock with his sliding my hand into his.

"Y/n" I whisper and he pull's me closer by the hand.

"May I pay for your next drink?" He ask's and I lick my lip's, he's right before me again and I suppress the urge to just climb him and kiss him again. Nodding slowly I whisper out a yes, his eyes dip to my lip's and my hand around his, he pull's me along.

"Go to drink?" He ask's as we approach the bar, leaning in close to say the word's into my ear letting me actually hear them.

"Double vodka shot with lime?" I ask and he turns his face to me, again his gaze dip's to my lip's and so does mine as he grin's.

"Are you my soulmate or-?"

"Coincidence." I assure him as he order's four shot's and I take the salt shaker off the counter.

"You wanna do something fun?" I ask, he nod's, I wet my lip's with my tounge and start pressing salt on it making it stick, our shot's arrive and I press one into his hand, he doesn't hesitate to lean down and lick the salt of my lip kissing me for a second my own tounge getting the salt too as I lick it off his tounge, I take a shot and quickly grab the lime biting into it.

"Fuck your a dream" He whisper's into my ear and I blush again smiling, I take the salt shaker again this time I simply sprinkle it on my tongue and take the second shot quickly.

He take's his second one aswell and I watch as the liquid spill's over his lip, without thinking I lean up as soon as he set's the glass down I'm going on my tip toes to reach him and kiss him, I wonder if he really wanted to kiss me that bad or if it was the taste of lime juice in my mouth that made him grab my waist and pull me on top of him.

"Can we get out of here?" He ask's and I nod furiusly as I place my hand's on his shoulder's, out of his hair.

"Yes please" I whisper into him and We quickly walk back to the other as I grab my purse and he grab's his jacket, I pull Katie toward me and tell her I'm leaving to which she roll's her eyes.

"Autistic guy she has to pay me 20 pound's if you guys hook up you know" I gasp as the other's stare at us, the girl's giggle as the other boy's start questioning me and Katie but Harry grab's my hand and waist pulling me along.

"I'll pay it don't worry" he say's to Katie who visibly gasp's.

Harry pull's me outside of the club and I start jumping a little as the cold get's to me.

"Fuck" I shudder, Harry pull's his phone out and order's an uber drunkly looking at me.

"Where's your coat?" He ask's, the blue mini dress around me not being the best for cold wheather I suppose but I just smile akwardly as he look's at me with a dissapointmet mum look.

"I can't look good in a coat" I say and he laugh's, taking his coat off he put's it around me, sturggeling with the zipper, I put my arm's through the holes and hug into him as he closes the zipper, I laugh, he put's his arm's over my shoulder's and I hug him back keeping him warm in return.

He look's down and I'm thankful for wearing high heels because I only have to highten myself a little to reach his lip's.

I kiss him quietly, the music and the people gone compleatly as his hand's go into my hair pulling me into him.

Somebody honks and I groan into him.

"Uber" he say's grabbing my hand he pull's me into the car and onto his lap.

"Good night mate?" The driver ask's as I think of kissing him but the taxi driver look's back at us so I curl up into Harry instead blushing horribly against his panting chest, I can feel him hard underneath me and his hand goes to my thigh running it up and down my bare skin making me want to whimper.

"Please tell me you live right around the corner?" I ask whispering but he grin's in response pressing a warm kiss to my lip's.

"10 minutes love" he promises and I close my eyes as he kisses me slowly, nothing like the kiss before, this kiss is warm and soft and there to last for an hour or two without moving a single muscle.

He strokes my back, my hair, my leg's and I pull away panting.

"Few more minutes" I let my head drop into his chest and close my eyes against him.

After what feel's like hour's the Uber stop's and as soon as we step out of the car and the door closes he presses his lip's onto mine harshly, hungryly grabbing my ass he lift's me off the ground and his jacket is the only thing in the way for comfortability as he walk into the building, in the elevator he unzips the jacket as he hold's me up against the wall kissing my neck, biting my neck, sucking on my skin until im moaning.

I walk backward's toward where he is leading me through the hallway, he fumbles in his pocket while his lip's are on mine and I sigh and Pant against his, he groan's until he find's the key's the presses me against the door as he opens it, we collide with the wall in his flat and I gasp as he takes his shirt off and I Try to unzip my dress, turning me around, my ass flusch against him, he kisses my neck from behind unzipping my dress slowly taking it off, I moan loudly as his hand's run down my chest and cup my breast squezing softly, he sucks another hickey into my skin.

Pressing into me from behind, I rub myself against his hardness and he groan's.

"Bedroom" he mumbles turning me back around, my lip's meet his and I fumble with his belt as he moves me from the wall guiding me toward his bedroom, I hear him take his shoes off as I throw his belt to the side.

The dress fall's off compleatly and I struggle to get my heels through it, taking off his pants he leaves my lip's quickly getting down on his knees, with a simple push he sit's me on his bed and I gasp opening my eyes to realize we're already in his room, looking down on him he takes my heel's off quickly kissing up my leg's he kisses the inside of my thigh's, not thankful that I wore white panties because you can see the wetness right through them and he grin's looking up to me with those fucking beautiful eyes.

"Fuck" I swear, his hand hocks around my thigh's and his lip's caress my thigh's, slowly he takes my panties off and I thank all the god's for reminding myself to shave, as his tounge run's over my wetness making me moan out loudly.

"Fuck" I moan again as he start's kissing and sucking and fucking magic on me, I stay silent for about five second before I turn into a moaning mess, One of his hand hold my leg's apart as I shake against his face, his other one running up and down my stomach pushing me to calm my shaking down but fuck i'm sensitive.

His hand moves from my stomach and two of his finger's fill me up, I cry out loudly gasping for air.

"Please please please" I beg screaming as a wave of pleasure roll's through me.

"Fuck Harry please" His head fall's back and he grin's licking his lip's and his finger's clean before moving up to me and kissing my lip's.

"Fuck you taste like magic" He groans loudly into my mouth his hand's holding my face in place.

He moves on top of me and I scotch up the bed hoocking my leg's around his waist I use all the strengh in my body to make him turn around on his back, I grind myself down on him and I use my hand to feel to get him complewttly hard, he moan's as I stroke him a couple of times before alining him to my entrance.

"Hey i'm clean but uhm condom?" He ask's and I shrug.

"Im on the pill? And i'm definetly clean." I Inform, he licks his lip's and his hand come around my waist, pushing me down a little, I let myself drop on him and I moan out, he fill's me up compleatly and I look down groaning in frustraisiton as I see that I'm about halfway down on him. "Fuck" I moan as I start moving up and down until I really have all of him inside of me, I let out a shaky laugh and look at him, he has his head back, his lip's pressed in a fine line as he starts guiding my hip's back and fourth, up and down.

"Fuck your so thight, Love" he moan's and I moan leaning my body down to him, kissing him slowly as he start's moving his hip's into me, He hold's me down steadily as He fuck into me with force, making me cry out again and again, he groans loudly.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck" I whisper my eyes tearing up at the pure pleasure going through my body.

"Fuck please do" he muttered in a groan and it doesn't take much more than that please for me to realease, sitting up I ride out my high as I hear him groan loudly and feel him slowly fill me up, I sink down on him and let him do exactly that, he moans and sit's up grabbing my face with both hand's and kissing me, my skin against his, I feel how sweaty i've gotten, how hot his skin is.

"Shower please?" I ask after ten minutes if not moving, sitting there and kissing him until We finally calm down.

I get off him slowly as he point's toward the shower.

I put the water on and wash my body clean, I can barely stand so I sit down in the shower, noticing how fucking expensive it all look's I take as little as I can from his shampoo and clean my hair and body.

I step outside and notice a fresh towel on the sink along with some boxers and a T-shirt.

I put the clothes on drying my hair with the towel as good as I can.

Stepping outside I notice he's put fresh cover's on the bed and also that he's put my clothes in a near pile on the chair.

"Do you wanna stay overnight or?"

"I mean if you don't want to I can leave no worries? I'll get the uber don't-"

"No no no, I'd love for you to stay, actually please do stay." He say's and I look at him, he's in some grey sweatpant's and I grin a little moving toward him.

"I would love to stay then" I mutter and he leans down because now that I don't have my heals on it would be very hard for me to reach his lip's.

"Great, then I'll just be right back out with you, make yourself comfortable" he kisses me quickly before going to take a shower himself.

I take my phone out my purse and text katie a quick messege.

10/10 asked me to stay over plus fuck fuck fuck he's good. Too good im scared in a good way

Kys. U owe me 20 pounds.

-K<3

[boxofshadows]

Oh, Your Love is Sunlight

Midnight/Nemuri Kayama x gn! reader

content: best friends to lovers, reader struggles with emotions and understanding romance vs platonic feelings, reader's gender is completely unimportant for the plot, reader can be seen as autistic if that resonates w/ you, fluff, confession, bath scene (sfw but there is nudity), brief discussion of romantic & sexual attraction, reader can also be seen as aroace-spec if that resonates w/ you. Self indulgent fic

AN: hi! This is my first x reader fic ever! I tried my best, but I do take polite criticism. Please feel free to drop by and throw something in my ask box.

Although this is x reader, I do not use y/n or (your name) in this fic. I find that it makes it more enjoyable, and there was no real need because this was in first person.

It was a cold winter's night. Most of UA was fast asleep. Not you though, no. You were waiting for someone. Nemuri Kayama, your best friend. The staff had decided on having a movie night, due to much of her insistence. And then like cruel karma, she got called away as soon as the movie started. It’d been nearly six hours since you'd seen her last, everyone else had already gone to bed. You refused to let her come home alone, knowing she would likely be disappointed and a bit sad. She’d consistently been there for you no matter what, so it was safe to say she deserved this at the least.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as the very topic of your musings waltzed right through the front door.

"Nem- what the fuck happened to you?" You say, looking at your slightly battered friend. She had definitely seen better days, her hair was a mess and her makeup had gone runny, she looked tired, overwhelmed, and, overall, drenched.

Why the fuck was she soaking wet in 3°c weather? (That's 37°f btw)

"So, I got caught up on call helping with villains, right? Calls just kept coming in, yknow? Everything was going fine until the last group." She starts gesturing with her hands as she speaks. "They- they all had really powerful quirks, so I was doing my thing, and then one of them started a fire. The villains went down, and BackDraft started handling the fires. Except he burst a fucking fire hydrant and drenched me!" She says weakly, her shoulders slouching. "And then! And then my key card doesn't work because it's drenched, so I had to call Nedzu and tell him this whole story."

"Oh, Nem, I'm so sorry," You say softly, walking over to her as she sits down to take the frustratingly tall boots off. She struggles with the zipper for a minute before sighing in defeat. "Here, let me help. You've obviously had a rough night." You sit down besides her, lifting the fabric of the boot away from her leg before pulling it down.

You can see it in the way her eyes shine that she wants nothing more than to cry in frustration, and frankly you don't blame her. She'd been looking forward to being here for the movie night. "I didn't even get to be here for the stupid movie," She says wrought with emotion as you unzip the other boot. "I must look like a mess right now, crying over what is literally my job," she says, chuckling wetly.

"Well, I think it's fair that you're upset. You were looking forward to this. And if it means anything, I still think you look pretty, even drenched in water and dirt." You chuckle, setting the boots aside and handing her a pair of slippers. "We can always watch a movie, just the two of us, if you want."

"I would like that, yeah," she says, powder blue eyes staring into yours.

"C'mon, Nem, let me take care of you."

"First things first, let's get you warm." You say, gently nudging her towards the communal baths. They weren't exactly communal, more so bigger bathtubs meant to hold two or three people at a time. Not all of the staff were exactly comfortable showing themselves off.

You start the faucet on the bath, turning the water to a moderate 36°c. (roughly 97°f) she chuckles quietly at your insistence. "Are you just trying to see me naked?" She taunts, taking off accessories.

"No! You just need to warm up before you get sick, and you're also covered in sweat and dirt," You say, blushing furiously.

"Awwww you're no fun. Are you at least gonna get into the tub with me?" She asks. Her voice intones in a way you're familiar with, but not enough to the point that you know what it means. You've heard other people use a similar tone before, but that was in romantic settings. Clearly, she meant something else since the two of you were only friends.

"Do you want me to?" You ask, tilting your head owlishly.

"Sure, why not? I need help with my hair. I think there's a rock in my hair somewhere." She says, her eyes grow soft as she observes you.

"Alright, I'll be right back." When you come back to the bath, Nemuri is already in the tub. Her dirty clothes are in the bucket, and she seems to have put a bath bomb in the tub from her collection. You have bathed together before, as all friends do, but you couldn't help but be stunned by her beauty every time. The way her long slate black hair clings to her pale skin in a sharp contrast, while also managing to make her baby blue eyes pop. The way her face was littered with faint freckles and moles like a constellation that you desperately wanted to connect with your fingers. She's breathtaking, you felt lucky to have such a pretty friend.

"Well, are you just gonna ogle at me, or are you gonna get in, hun?" She says with a chuckle. "I don't bite- unless you want me too?" Your face lights up like a fire, not realizing you'd been staring.

"Sorry, I had to get you some of my clothes because I don't have your room key. I know they're not your style exactly, but it's better than walking around naked." You mutter the last part, setting the dry clothes and towels aside.

"Oh, it's fine, your clothes are plenty comfortable enough." She waves her hands, scooting back into the pool of warm water.

"Alright, do you mind..." You trail off with your face still incredibly red. Heroes had to change costumes around each other all the time, you had even done it a couple times behind a dumpster. For some reason, changing in front of Nemuri like this was much more tense. Maybe it was because you guys were such good friends.

"Oh! Of course," she says, closing her eyes and turning around. Nemuri was such a good friend, sometimes even the smallest gestures made your heart flutter. Undressing quickly, you feel something bubble in your stomach. This feeling always happens whenever you're naked or not fully dressed around Nemuri. Sometimes it happens even when you are fully dressed. Nemuri was just so pretty, you were probably just insecure.

You enter the water with a slight splash, quickly making yourself comfortable in the water. "Okay, I'm done."

"Okay," She says with a smile.

"Do you... want help?" You murmur, moving a bit closer to her.

"That'd be lovely, starlight. I can't really reach my back very well. I'll help you with yours if you want." She turns around to lean against the rim of the tub. This moment feels… strange. Oddly intimate for two friends. The special nickname she'd given you, starlight, made your heart flutter. You resist the urge to kiss her.

Kiss her? You were only friends. Sure, it was a little weird, but friends did this sort of thing all the time, you were sure of it. You again shake yourself of your thoughts and move closer. "Sure, Nem" You quickly grab the bottle of passion fruit body wash and pump a bit of the goopy purple soap into the palm of your hand, rubbing them together to create a nice lather.

You massage the soap across her left shoulder, going over any scrapes or bruises carefully. The large mass of her hair lays across her right shoulder as you massage the tissue of her upper and lower back. Nemuri sighs softly as you work out a tense not in the middle of her back with your thumb. once the left side of her back is done, you dump warm water out of a cup over her body to wash the suds away. "Does that feel alright?" You ask, instinctively holding one of her hips for stability as you scoop the mass of her hair to the other shoulder.

"Feels amazing, sweetheart." She sighs bonelessly, making your stomach summersault so hard you think it's attempting a new record. You run the pad of your thumb down her spine, applying gentle pressure throughout before repeating the same steps on her other shoulder. Her breath stutters occasionally as she continues washing her front and legs. You wonder occasionally if you're hurting her based on the way she reacts, but you know she'd say something if you were. She looks completely blissed out by the time you're done massaging her scalp and neck, and you almost wonder if she's fallen asleep.

"Still with me, Nem?" You ask softly.

"Course I am, babes," She says dreamily. "'S my turn now, yeah?" She turns around quickly, very nearly ending up right on top of you. She's still practically in your lap, at which point you turn around as fast as you can so that she doesn't see your face go red again for the umpteenth time tonight.

"Can you scoot a bit closer? I can't reach well like this," she asks, resting her soft hands on your bare shoulders.

"Y-yeah," you stammer, scooting back. Her legs drape along yours. You instinctively scrunch your shoulders as she tries to massage them.

"Calm down hun, I won't hurt you." She says quietly, running a hand down the small of your back. You know she wouldn't hurt you. You trust Nemuri more than you trust yourself sometimes. You want nothing more than to relax into her and enjoy this, but something feels caught in your throat, like your lungs have been squeezed too tight.

"Ah, I know, I'm just sensitive, sorry," you apologize and try to straighten your shoulders. It's not exactly a lie, but you also don't know what the truth is.

"It's alright, darling, don't worry." She almost seems to know something is wrong, even without telling her directly. Your face throbbed again at the nickname.

You felt the need for something, some way to understand why you were feeling like this. This couldn't be normal, you were sure people didn't usually act like this around their close friends. Maybe Nem would know, she was well versed in relationships. Nemuri had done an entire podcast on relationship advice, and she had been teaching you how to tell the difference. It was still incredibly hard to do though, so sometimes you deferred to her to understand.

"Nem, this is really off topic, but I have a question," you say as she works soap into your scalp and through your hair. You rub soap on one of your legs, before lowering it back into the water to get rid of the suds.

"Shoot away starlight," she says while massaging out a knot in your neck.

"So you know about relationships, right, and you know how much I struggle with telling the difference between romantic and platonic, whatever it is." You explain, cleaning your other leg and your front.

"Mhm, you couldn't tell if someone was interested in you if they asked to bathe with you." She says, carding her hands through your soaking wet hair.

"Yeah, exactly. So I've been having these feelings around someone, where it feels like my stomach is flipping around." You mutter, hoping she hasn't caught on just yet. "I want to spend the rest of my life with this person, and it feels way more intense than friendship, and seeing them undressed makes me feel kinda weird."

"That would be a romantic attraction, yes. Although that ‘strange feeling’ could be sexual attraction. Not everyone experiences the two the exact same way." She dumps water over your back and scalp, washing away the soap.

Oh.

Oh.

She pulls the plug to the tub, standing up abruptly. You follow suit, choosing to avoid looking at her body to avoid that strange feeling again.. "What, uh, what do I do with that?"

"Well, you could tell this mysterious person.”

"That's a horrible idea," You mutter, pulling a tank top over your head.

“Why?" She asks sincerely, gathering up both of your laundry and dumping it down the chute.

"I doubt yo-they'd like me like that. They're beautiful and amazing, and I'm-" you gesture at your entire body.

"Anyone would be lucky to have you, babes, trust me." Nemuri turns the light to the bath segment off, heading out.

"Maybe someday. Or, maybe I just... Bury these feelings forever! That could work, right?" You ask, following behind her.

"No. The more you repress it, the more it's gonna hurt." She says solemnly.

"Here, I made us both high protein smoothies while I was waiting for you, in case you weren't hungry." You hand her the cup with a smile.

"Thank you, dear." She smiles at you, making your heart flutter again.

"Okay, Nem. Hypothetically, If I tell this person, and they don't like me back, what do I do?"

"If they hypothetically don't like you back, you could always stay friends, it's not really a big deal," Nemuri says, sipping her drink as you walk to her room.

"Okay," you say, shutting her bedroom door behind you. You barely make it through a movie before Nemuri decides to lay down to "relax her eyes." In her defense, the clock had just ticked over to two AM, and she had morning classes. Maybe while she slept, you could get some practice. You had no idea what to say to "confess." It's not like you were admitting a crime.

"I think I have a romantic attraction to you, Nemuri." You muttered, trying to keep quiet as you watched her sleep. That sounded too... robotic. She was beautiful, ethereal, you couldn't quite understand how someone so perfect wanted to spend so much time around you.

"Nemuri, I think- I think I'm in l-love with you." You flinch as you end the sentence, your heart racing.

Yeah. That felt right, love. Love was the right word to describe how she made you feel. "Nemuri, I think I'm in love with you," You say again, this time much more confident. "You're- You're amazing, beautiful, a competent hero and teacher, and I'm glad to spend every day with you." Your heart pounds in your chest. That felt good to say, like a weight had been lifted off of your back.

"mm.. I love you too, starlight." She says back, causing you to fly out of the bed in shock.

"Y-you heard me?" You squeak, covering your face, although it's not like she can see you anyways, you're hanging half way off the bed. The bed creaks, and then she's looming over you.

Tired blue eyes peer into yours that are currently peeking through your hands. The way she looks at you feels different now. Like she could pick you apart in seconds "Mhm, I wasn't deep asleep yet, silly." She says with a giggle. She pulls you up with her and sideways onto the bed with surprising ease. "For your information babes, I kinda knew the whole time. You aren't exactly... Subtle, darling." Nemuri kisses the side of your face.

"Wait, does this mean you like me too?" You ask, your mouth falling into an ‘o’ shape.

"What do you think 'I love you too' means, hun?"

"Oh." She peppers kisses across your face as you lay chest to chest.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to realize." She giggles into your now dry hair.

You smile lopsidedly at all of the affection, yawning quietly. "Can we figure the rest of this out tomorrow...? I'm tired... And you have class in like five hours."

"'Course, starlight, I'm just a little excited, sorry. good night, I love you." She says, pulling the blanket over you both as your limbs intertwine.

"Night night Nem, I love you too." You respond back, carding through her still-damp raven hair with your fingers.

End!

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[skkflower]

Trans Chuuya thoughts I posted on twitter. It got super long so I’m posting it under the cut…

Chuuya realizes he feels “wrong”after post explosion birth and after being socialized by the Sheep…he brushes it off as proof of not being human…as he learns more about society he decides to present himself as a boy because his enemies take him seriously that way (in my head the Sheep were orphans from Suribachi and runaways so there’s probably a pretty big queer community there)…totally ignoring the fact that being called a boy makes him happier.

Basically his logic up until he joins the mafia is “I’m probably a boy, but I have bigger problems” and his dysphoria over being human is stronger than anything really…but I think when he meets the flags (and Kouyou I have a whole section for her), he starts to think more he starts to think more about presentation vs identity (ie learns that women don’t have to dress as men to be taken seriously, gnc Lippmann, insert other flags hcs I have)…Chuuya realizes he is trans…Doc offers to get him HRT and surgery but Chuuya’s really in his “I don’t trust anyone in the Mafia” phase and doesn’t want to really stake his transition on an unstable source/ hates depending on people…so he’s fine with rocking with the masc leaning androgyny…his dysphoria lessens a bit because he now realizes his gender confusion isn’t what makes him not human…

BUT THEN BAM STORMBRINGER JUMPSCARE (the only way to really think about sb actually)… Verlaine is also trans *insert the singularity metaphor thread here* and Chuuya literally watches his past self die in his arms (trauma and trans metaphor two in one combo)…although Chuuya is king of repression…he probably channels all his sb trauma into a complete gender crisis…cuts his hair and starts binding with transtape…wants to start HRT but is still uneasy about doctors and all. But after weaponizing Corruption as Soukoku…he starts getting really bad dysphoria/dysmorphia about his sense of humanity again…which translate over to gender dysphoria and he goes through a bad mental state for a bit, so he ultimately decides staring HRT will be best.

(Kouyou is transfem in my head and she sits him down and is like “you’re clearly suffering right now and we can help you” and they decide to send him abroad to a hormone specialist because he’s a labrat kid lol)

Yes my explanation for why Chuuya is not in dark era is transgenderism…Dazai defects…he gets promoted to Executive…finds out he’s definitely human and starts HRT…gets more confident in his gender identity and starts presenting more gnc again…it was mostly about control for him and having stability in his place in the mafia helped him feel more confident. A lot of his confidence is a mask (autistic chuuya), but he is secure. TransChuuya is so real to me!!!

Bonus Thoughts:

Soukoku was definitely making out/hooking up post SB, but Dazai respecting Chuuya’s boundaries increased their mutual trust and made them such a strong duo…knowing each other inside and out and also respecting (they were never safe enough to say love yet) each other…

Dazai is deffo gender apathetic nonbinary…he also probably has more of a humanity dysphoria there…their gender crisis starts during the 2 year isolation…to quote my partner who hasn’t watched bsd, “dazai to me is those pretransition trans women who look so miserable (dark era) and then when she transitions you can see the light in her eyes and a spring in her step”

Chuuya has not gotten top surgery because of medicinal trauma and also because I said so…

TRANS PEOPLE DO DON’T TRANSITION OR PRESENT OUTWARDLY IN A WAY DEEMED “SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE” ARE SO VALID!!!

Anyway please take this stupid skit of bungo stray woke:

*soukoku arguing during reunion*

Chuuya: you weren’t there for me!!

Dazai: of course not, I left the mafia!!

Chuuya: no I was talking about me starting HRT…

Dazai: oh…WELL YOU WEREN’T THERE WHEN I REALIZED IM NONBINARY

Chuuya: oh congrats

Dazai: yea I use any pronouns now

Chuuya: coolio

Dazai: you look better…more chuuya now…

Chuuya: thanks

*awkard pause*

Chuuya: okay im going back to kicking your ass

Dazai: yea fair enough

[pjoxreader]

Leo/Frank/Reyna with an autistic reader?

Autistic Reader 

((I unfortunately don't know much about Autism but I did my best! I did do some research so I hope it's alright!))

Leo Valdez

-Leo does his best to be supportive but he has a million things going through his brain. Unfortunately you like things to be done at their exact time and get anxious when they aren’t. 

-”Leo, we’re already five minutes late!” you stress out pacing outside his room. Leo does make his way out, getting his jacket on. But when he goes out and sees you so stressed out he honestly feels bad. He just gets so absorbed in his own work that he forgets about time.

-However Leo decides right there and then that he never wanted to be the cause of your stress ever again. He makes multiple alarms for himself to block out his time. Just as you were about to go complain to Leo about being late, again, you hear him talk by the front door. 

-“Come on love we don’t want to be late do we?” he gives that dorky grin that makes your heart flutter. He really was a dork but you do go over giving him a light kiss that makes him go bright red.

-He isn’t perfect though, he often messes up with realizing you take things very literally. Which he works his best on, but he was known for making jokes and such! He’d never mean it maliciously though! 

-The worst scenario with that was when you were getting ready to join the ares cabin in sword training and Leo called “break a leg!” The stare you gave him really made him realize just how bad he messed up. He quickly starts to explain what the phrase means as he feels guilty right away.

Frank Zhang

-Frank knew anxiety could get bad, he had to deal with it a lot himself. You two had bonded over that when you were younger after all. And now Frank was trying to help you meet his new friends.

-Of course he knew it’d be a lot to meet six other people who all had their own unique personality… So he had warned the group ahead of time that you two might sneak off for a bit to help you relax, promising it wasn’t because of the group.

-Everyone was very understanding. Frank could see you were getting a bit overwhelmed and went to your side smiling softly “Did you want to take a break?” he asks, keeping his voice calm and you nod, taking a shaky breath as you look at the railing of the boat.

-Frank knew you were never one to make eye contact so he never bothered you about it. “Here, there’s a good spot over here.” He leads you over where the chatter dies out and you get to enjoy seeing the ocean.

-You take a few breaths helping yourself calm down as Frank waits, standing at the railing while he waits. He knows when to give you space and you couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend than him. After calming down a bit you feel guilty about running off from a party that was supposed to be about you making friends…

-”Hey, don’t feel guilty. They all understand.” he promises lightly sitting down beside you as if he read your mind. “Can I hold your hand?” he asks gently. You can’t help the soft smile forming on your face as you nod, holding your hand out for Frank to hold which he gladly takes. You can’t help but think how lucky you are.

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano

-Reyna is very observant, maybe it’s her combat skills but she just knows when something is wrong. She could tell the moment you don’t like something, the moment you’re stressed, or when you’re upset. She could really read you like a book.

-But what she did have problems with is telling your other emotions, which was unfortunate since you had a hard time explaining how you were feeling too. You were also very blunt and honest but she loved that.

-It was annoying having to deal with the other roman soldiers who would go around subjects to spare her or others feelings. She just wanted the truth and you would deliver. She was working on some paperwork and looked over to you. 

-“What do you think of Octavian?” she asks curiously looking at you with a raised brow. You huff at that “I think he’s a jerk and I hate him for sacrificing my stuffed animal.” you say as if talking about the weather, making Reyna grin a bit at that she really did love how honest you were.

- She had to work out something to help you with your emotions, something that would help the both of you. She wanted to be a good girlfriend and be there to support you. But she knew that she couldn’t do it alone so she asked the other seven to help her come up with ideas. 

-She should have just gone to Annabeth first as she printed out something called the emotion wheel. It was a wheel with different emotions on it that would then branch out to more detailed explanations like going from sad, to discourage. Something you could take one step at a time. It’d be perfect.

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[tinytinybumblebee]

STARES AT YOU WITH MY AUTISTIC EYES.... so u like bg.3,,, do you have any particular headcanons :0

INTENSELY STARES BACK W/ MY AUTUSTIC EYES,,,mayhaps

Okay,,,,,Mama Karlach is CANON. She literally calls herself "Mama K" when you're starting to explore the mountain pass!!!

-After Astarion whines about how sore his feet are getting from all the walking, she offers to carry him 😭 (ofc she can't because,,,ball of fire but, adorable image)

-Karlach is definitely a flip! Coolest mama and wildest big sister around!

-(let's pretend she doesn't burn ppl pre-getting to baldur's gate ) she loves to scoop up her tiny one's into tight bear hugs at random times (girly has cuteness aggression and NEEDS to hug her babies when she sees her tiny one doing literally anything)

-Tiny Karlach is sooo curious. She needs to know everything about anything! Definitely the kiddo who will see an owlcub and ask her carer 10000 questions about it ("Can it fly? Where does it sleep? Do they get bedtime stories??")

-Tiny Karlach also wants to be friends with everyone! She is the tiny one who will spot another tiny one who is shy/being excluded, and she will run over to them and start talking to them and ask if they wanna play!

-Tiny Astarion is the most(tm), incredibly fussy and will throw tantrums at the slightest change in his routine (but, he truly doesn't mean it from malicious, poor little guy is just,,,going through it emotionally and fussing is his way of getting those yucky feelings out)

-Although Astarion doesn't sleep, when he's tiny, he'll beg for bedtime stories (especially the ones where his carer places his name into the stories)

-Shadowheart is the cool, goth big sister who is probably practicing spells on you, but she makes it sound fun and nothing humongously dangerous! She'll tell you stories and lets you hang out in her tent (just, don't touch her stuff with your baby hands xD)

-She has a secret teddy bear she cuddles at night (but will always deny it because big girls don't carry teddies!)

-Lae'zel calls tiny ones "hatchlings"

- She's,,,learning not to tell her tiny one to "punch their throat" whenever her tiny one comes to her saying another tiny one was mean. But, hey, that's what she was told as a youth, so girly doesn't quite understand the whole "gentle parenting" xD

-Halsin is a big papa bear, literally. He'll transform into his bear form when his tiny one is sleepy so that they'll have something cozy n' warm to cuddle up with ♡

-The best at storytelling. His voice is gentle but fun and makes the stories so vivid (sometimes even adding some druid magic is add effects!)

Aaaa that's all i have rn but 10000% there will be more hehehe

[eddiemunson-mylove]

I MET JOE - 18/03/2023

Okay first of all, this is probably going to be a really long post because I am making sure I get EVERY detail.

Firstly, the context:

Most of us had seen the Instagram story and the “there do be willies” mayhem. I saw the story after my lovely friend @joehhy sent it and asked what willies are (she’s French) I saw the post and read about the show and thought…. Fuck it I’ll go it’s sounds like fun.

Skip to the night of the show!!

I am in the queue, at the very front, joking back and forth with @joehhy about how it’d be impossible for him to show up because London is huge and it’s a 1/1000000000 chance right?! WRONG!!!!

Mr Quinn comes up to the lady at the door who’s stood right next to me and says that his friend is running a little bit late and if it was okay to just walk in. She says it’s fine and he says “thank you very much” (so polite 😌)

At this point, I’m shaking and my whole body had a sudden hot flush of adrenaline right? I saw him and I tried not to stare and saw that he looked at me in my peripheral (I’m at the front of the queue so I’m pretty noticeable) and then he walks away.

Now I’ll describe how he looks for you all 🥹🥹

His hair was SO CURLY tonight. Like I’m talking literal COCKAPOO hair. He had his glasses on too!! You know the ones….

The clear rims 🥹🥹

Yup those ones 🫠🫠

Now his outfit……….

Double dark blue denim. That’s right kids!

And he fucking owned that shit.

It was basically this outfit but you couldn’t see an undershirt as the button were up:

Anyways I didn’t see him inside the show because the audience is really dark but OMG!!!!!

Every time something funny happened you could HEAR HIM LAUGH AND GIGGLE

I had Joe Quinn laughing asmr for an HOUR are you kidding me 😭😭

After the show when all the lights came on there he was, on the opposite side of the room to me

Here’s my terrible drawing:

And I had to walk next to and behind him to get out. Turns out he’s hanging out with MISS THANG Lupita Nyong’o 🥰 and he’s telling her something so I leave.

Now…. I’m waiting at the doors outside, I initially had no intentions of speaking to him right I just wanted to see his pretty face again 🥴

He comes and speaks to the door woman again but I didn’t hear them this time and starts to walk towards the bar at the end of the hall

I’m walking after him feeling like and absolute creep and even start doing a little hop/skip to catch up (he walks FUCKING QUICK)

I place my hand on his shoulder blade…..

HE TURNS AROUND AND HES SO BEAUTIFUL OMG 😳

The conversation went like this

Me: Joe! Hi ☺️

J: Hello!

Me: I just wanted to thank you for recommending the show! I really enjoyed it

J: Omg no way really?

Me: Yes I saw it on your Instagram story

J: Wow, well I’m so glad that you enjoyed it! That’s amazing

Me: yes thank you ☺️ I met you at comic con not long ago too

J: Oh well it’s so lovely to see you again (proceeds to hold his hand out for me to shake and I do 😳)

Me: well I don’t want to bother you or anything so I’m going to go

J: Oh okay, well have a good night!

Me: Thank you, you too!

🥹🥹🥹

He was so lovely and pretty and his eye contact is IMMENSE from an autistic point of view

I didn’t ask for a picture because he seemed like he wanted to stay on the down low so I thought it would be rude

But fuck…….. I can’t believe it

[incantessant]

Autistic Nerds

Being autistic in public school, or just ANY school, is hard.

I study and work as hard as I could and yeah, my work is better than most in the class, but I don't TRY to brag about it. I literally don't know what bragging looks like. I'm proud of myself, and I want to share my achievements with everyone else. Especially my teachers. But what confuses me is when I hang out with my friends and something happens like this:

"Me and (friend's name) are going to be champions on the math team!"

"Yeah, well thanks for BRAGGING..."

(I thought that I was encouraging my friend, but???)

(In a conversation where we're talking about eye colours) "(friend's name), I think you have hazel eyes. Cool!"

"Um, I think she already knows that..."

(I don't understand this, at all)

"What are you doing?"

"Drawing the characters from our book for English class! Look, this is the main character, and his friend, and... I'm just really proud of myself!"

"Oh, ummm..."

(???)

"Excuse me, HOW much have you written on that essay?"

"Oh, just three pages. I wish I could have written more but it was due so..."

"Ugh, (name), you're such a tryhard. Can you just, NOT,"

(MAYBE I get this one. but they literally ASKED so...)

"Check out what I'm learning in my math class! Isn't it cool?"

"Um, literally no one asked."

(I would listen if YOU wanted to share what I was doing in math.)

Tryhard. Geek. Nerd. All these are titles I've earned because I take pleasure in learning and growing, and am proud of myself. So I share that with other people. And the truth is, I don't care what my classmates think. I care what my teachers think. It's just that I receive a lot of mean stares for something that I don't understand.