#probably to fluster sylvia

[sylviareviar]

[[via @shockingxpicaresque]] Rosie, why are there stories online about the Kid and Sweetheart doing the do??? ((Referring to Goro and Akiren))

"Stories about Ren-Ren and Akechi-san?" Sylvia asked, tilting her head. "Doing the... 'do'? Why would people write stories about teenage kids? I know they're older than me, but isn't that weird? Maybe you should stay off the Internet, Pikachu..."

Then she paused and thought about it.

"Unless... you mean stories of Joker and Crow. In which case, yeah, I, um... unfortunately could see it. People love a good enemies-to-lovers. And, uh, I speak as people. I also love enemies-to-lovers, when it's done right. People love the tension, the heart-racing, and especially the opposing dynamic. Dark versus light, good versus evil, friend versus foe, prince versus thief... The appeal of opposites attracting is pretty strong. I think it's because people like the idea of two characters who are so different, yet destined to fall in love anyway. Honestly, it's not a bad thing. With how dark the world can get, searching for love is a pretty common escape. And for some, who struggle with loving mentally, I guess they prefer the physical parts of it more. I couldn't imagine that, though... I mean, I could, but I don't want to."

"Ren-Ren is my friend. I'll support him in whatever decision he makes. As for Akechi-san... I'd like to help save him. I might not be a Phantom Thief, but I'd at least like to consider myself their ally. I'm not comfortable yet with rebelling against society, since I don't know what I'm rebelling against or what I stand for. The Phantom Thieves seem so sure of themselves... I'm jealous of that, and I know it couldn't have been easy for them to get there. So it's about time I put in the work, too. Then, maybe, when I'm strong enough, I could join them with real purpose this time, rather than blindly following along for no reason other than joining the bandwagon."

[frogkicks]

W & D ever affectionate with each other? Hugs, tickle fights (who’d win), cuddles, etc?

YOUR QUESTION IS SO CUTE 🥹 Thanks for asking! Your examples are all physical affection, so I'll focus on that.

Yes, Wander and Dominator— technically, her name is Dee now— are affectionate in their own ways. Wander is a hopeful romantic, teetering on hopeless romantic. He's bursting with "Wandery" ideas of love and eager to share them with his girlfriend!

Dee isn't shy, nor bumbling as laughably as Hater in love, nor hiding her feelings for Wander— at least, after coming to terms with them. However, she still can be flustered or confused with expressing or receiving affection. She's inexperienced with relationships since pre-redemption, Dee's only "true love" was Dee.

All of that considered, Wander generally initiates affection, and Dee basks in it. He probably hugs her every day. He'll cuddle as she watches TV. Or while appreciating the scenery of a planet. Or while listening to her rant about technical difficulties in her projects, despite it all going over his head. He's snuggly, OK?

He'll peck her face with kisses (or her hand, if he can't reach up there). While riding Sylvia together, he'll lean into her, or she'll perch her chin on his head. No tickle fights... but I'll place my bets on Dee. She's not ticklish at all.

It sounds unbelievable Dee embraces Wander's sappy sweetness, but after their history and the events that brought them together, it's very lovable!

[yumeka-sxf]

I was surprised we got another Yuri-focused chapter so soon, considering we just finished the Mole Hunt arc...but it was a good chapter nonetheless!

Chloe is a great character to help with Yuri's development, the reason being because she not only knows his true identity, but she also has known him for many years, as this chapter reveals. Unlike his superiors, Yuri seems more comfortable with Chloe, probably because she doesn't have authority over him, but she's also not afraid to point out his flaws. So yeah, I'm glad she's becoming a reoccurring character. Yuri really needs someone he can talk to with whom he doesn't have to hide anything from, but who also sticks with him despite knowing how cringe his personality is. I do hope we'll see more of Chloe bringing out Yuri's relatable side in the future.

Speaking of which, Twilight has Franky (and Sylvia somewhat) who fills this role for him - someone he can talk freely with who knows his true identity, but they also sense the goodness in him that he tries to hide. Yor, however, doesn't have anyone like this, at least not yet. Olka filled that role well during the cruise arc, but it's very unlikely we'll see her again. While McMahon and Shopkeeper know Yor's true identity, their relationship with her has been very business-like, not casual like Twilight/Franky and Chloe/Yuri. It almost seems like Melinda could fill that role for Yor, except for the important detail that she doesn't know Yor's true identity...OR DOES SHE???

Anyway, back to today's chapter, we find out that Yuri can also withstand getting hit by vehicles, and both siblings can smell/sense the other's presence!? And yet, a slap from Chloe hurt Yuri more than getting hit by a truck?! I would say that's too much, but I guess it's not that unusual for characters in shonen series 😅But I have to agree with Chloe on this line...

I also find it a bit sad that Yuri thinks Yor wouldn't like the idea of him having a girlfriend. I wish they discussed more about this, but it just goes to show that, as close as Yuri and Yor are, there are some very obvious things about each other that they don't know. Of course we as well as Chloe know that Yor would be happy if Yuri is happy with a girlfriend, or any friend really. But to Yuri, it seems like having an intimate relationship equates to not being diligent enough at his job, maybe? Or maybe he thinks Yor would see it as a betrayal of his dedication to her? Either way, he's flat-out wrong about that obviously. Hopefully he'll realize it someday.

I cracked up when we got the glimpse of all the Yor photos in Yuri's house 😂 I hope Anya visits his home one day...would love to see her expression about this! (also he names his attacks after Yor too, I can't 🤣)

Even though Yuri misunderstood what Chloe meant when she told him not to be so reckless, by the end of the chapter he did have a thought on his own about how getting rid of Loid would make Yor sad. Of course he tries to deny that by bringing up the gripes she supposedly had with him, and of course Yor, who's always so flustered about her feelings, can't straight up tell him that she likes/loves Loid. So back to square one I guess...?

But even though this chapter may turn out like the last one and just be a standalone that doesn't lead to the next big arc, I can't help but think it's hinting at a "Yuri discovers who Twilight really is" scenario. For all we know that could be the first identity reveal of the series. It makes sense since, unlike identity reveals among the Forgers, this wouldn't necessarily result in the series heading towards an end. Even if Yuri discovered Twilight's identity, he could choose to keep it to himself for a while and nothing else would change. I don't like to speculate too much, but I feel this is a possibility with all the "Yuri vs Twilight" mentions we've had lately.

As always, just gotta wait and see!

[unaloid]

what are ur woy ships,,

CRACKS KNUCKLES ^_^ i answered this forever ago but i have more to say now. big shipping thoughts

skeletondance is my everything they make me ill. i am constantly putting out psychic beams into the universe trying to manifest more images of them. it hurts me so bad hater literally likes hanging out with wander so many times i am 95% sure hater would have been wanderized in s3. they are so weird tho seriouslyyyy

wander is not going to get married, he is very free and easy with affection, and relationships are kind of temporary for him but he values each one in his heart forever. but hater is very set in the way of like "find The One get married live happily forever" very limited view, so for wander to be so casual and, in his eyes, dismissive of romance, would freak him tf out LOL he would definitely get a complex about it. so i wonder how long their relationship would last, if wander just moves onto the next villain after so long and hater is fucked up about it forever, or if hater ends up being special and will follow wander to the ends of the earth. IDK thats where im at right now, i love hater being shy/nervous, and wander being sweet with him, it kills me hes so cute.

love sylava too, i think its easy to depict dominator being a flirt to sylvia, but to me dom is all talk LOL i think sylvia could put her in her place easily. syl called her "friend" and she got all flustered i know it... she was ready to rule a planet together with sylvia, which is like, dom you dont even rule planets what are you doing <3 you just met her and you're already planning your life together.... jk. crazy lesbian moment. so theres a lot of back and forth kind of fighting for dominance between them, i'd like if people put sylvia in charge more!!!!

i love to imagine tumblesquid, like if they were travelling partners to the extent of wander and sylvia now, it was probably so cute. since they are both so peaceful they probably had picnics in fields of flowers all day, and napped in sunbeams, they are so sweeties to me i wish they got to interact properly in the series. jeff is just really interesting. in my mind they broke up amicably cuz wander wanted to keep moving along to the next galaxy to help more ppl but jeff stayed and continued charity in the old galaxy (idk if jeff is supposed to be from a different galaxy or the same one idk but u get the idea..)

so those are the big favs, i also still like wansome as a crackship i realllyy wish they got to have a conversation in the series, i watched the party animal so many times just grasping for something lol. eyesome is crack too. i have fun

as much as i drew wandering eye before, im really neutral to them, just fun to draw cuz i kept having good ideas. to me its wander being like "peepers needs this, this will help him", wander knows what peepers is fucked up about and is trying to help him but it doesnt work. deathglare i cannot imagine reciprocated sorryyyy but i love the onesided obsession and peepers being crazy lol. it adds a lot of seasoning.

[entamewitchlulu]

did i just spend an afternoon making up fankids for the katacule? maybe. you can find out if you click on the read more

so ok. my personal canon for post-series is that the polycule all stays together though they do have some beard marriages between them for appearances - it's pretty much an open secret to the entire kingdom tho that they're all together. and who's going to say anything about it when they're the most powerful people in the kingdom (and particularly jeord will silence anyone who tries to get between them with prejudice).

So anyway, the ""official"" appearance marriages are:

Katarina/Jeord

Keith/Sophia

Maria/Nicol

Alan/Mary

and Sora and Raphael just kinda chill as eternal bachelors

But despite this they are all having their own interactions with each other and romances all across all the "pairings". Some of them are platonic with each other, some are romantic, and etc. Anyway this results in an awful lot of kiddos, and if they're completely honest they don't always know who the dad is so the plan they come up with is that whoever's the mom, their ""official"" husband will just claim them for inheritance purposes, but they're ALL the moms and dads for all these kids. for that reason i'm not gonna say straight up who the parents of these kids are but you can probably make some guesses based on their appearances/magic, etc.

Sylvia Ascart (left) is the oldest. She's 18 and she's hard-working, cheerful, and flexible. She wants to be the best she can be, but she doesn't mind chilling out once in a while. Her dream is to succeed Nicol as the prime minister, and her magic type is Light.

Amelia Ascart (right), is 17. She's quiet, thoughtful, and has a talent for memorizing books she's read. Her only real goal in life is to be surrounded by books. Her magic type is Wind.

Colette (left) and Felix Stuart (right) are twins, both 17 years old. They both have water magic. Colette is a little antisocial, preferring to spend time with horses rather than people, but due to her quiet nature, she tends to overhear a lot and knows dirt on almost everyone. Her brother is very ambitious, and wants to succeed the throne. He's irritatingly smug and smart and loves to talk circles around people.

Next is Ethan Stuart (left). He's 16 and his magic type is fire. He is a sweet, sort of shy young man who loves cats and is very genuine. He's scared of ghosts and bad at swordsmanship, and prefers to spend time with Mary in the garden.

Silas Claes (middle) is 15. His magic type is Earth, and as the only official son of Keith, he's intended to succeed as the Duke Claes. He has the appearance of an incredibly sweet young man who looks younger than he is, and he loves sweets and mischief. His favorite thing to do is to lull people into believing he's a perfect angel who could do no wrong while he's actually pranking or manipulating the shit out of you.

Adeline Ascart (right) is 15 and her magic type is Light. She is a sweet, optimistic to a fault girl who loves sewing and cute things, though she's afraid of horses and flustered in crowds. She has a talent for making plushies, and wants to join the Ministry of Magic.

Victoria (left) and Noelle Stuart (right) are also twins and are 15 years old. Both have Earth magic. Like Nicol, Victoria has the same alluring aura that flusters almost everyone around her. However, she finds it tiresome, and is most exhausted of getting marriage proposals from people, as she wishes not to get married. However, she is quietly rather ambitious, and wants to succeed the throne. She's very protective of Noelle.

Noelle is shy and very attached to Victoria, and hates crowds. She has a talent for music and likes to spend time playing piano with Alan when she's not with Victoria.

Charlotte Stuart is 14 and also musically inclined, liking to play the cello. She and Noelle sometimes play together. She's kind, but is no doormat, quick to stand up for herself and her siblings even against people stronger or more influential than her. Her magic type is Water.

Miku (left) and Aoi (right) Stuart are another set of twins, age 13. Miku has fire magic, and Aoi has earth.

Miku has Katarina's inability to stay still and a deep wanderlust. She loves climbing anything she can find, hates dresses, and wants to be an adventurer.

Aoi is nearly as adventurous as his sister, but he's more interested in trying new foods. He likes to cook but even more than that he likes to try exotic dishes and will eat just about anything. He struggles to keep his clothes clean, but he's so lovable that he can make friends wherever he goes.

Peony (left) and Poppy (right) Ascart are the last set of twins, age 12. Peony has Light magic and Poppy has fire. Peony is a bit on the lazy side; she likes to nap wherever she can. She's actually quite responsible and gets things done, but then she'd just like to doze off under a tree. Poppy is an budding artist who likes to spend time painting landscapes. She's laid-back, but will snap easily if interrupted while painting.

Then there's the two youngest! Darian Stuart is 10 and has water magic. He loves swordplay and wants to be a heroic swordsman. Despite his desire to be a hero, he's still quite young and cries easily.

Penelope Stuart is 9 and has earth magic. She's exuberant, adventurous, and loooooves bugs. She's pretty loud and hyper and loves to grab big beetles and show them to everyone.

Generally speaking, the "official" families are as follows:

Katarina/Jeord: Ethan, Victoria, Noelle, Miku, Aoi, Darian, Penelope

Ethan is considered the Fifth Prince, as he's the second eldest of Jeord and Alan's kids, and Jeord and Alan's brothers have three sons between them (idk about them yet). Atm I think Ian is king so his son(s) are first in line, but I haven't really decided that. Victoria is the Third Princess, after Colette.

Keith/Sophia: Silas. He's their only "official" kid, so he's the heir to the Dukedom.

Maria/Nicol: Sylvia, Amelia, Adeline, Peony, Poppy

Alan/Mary: Colette, Felix, Charlotte. Felix is considered the Fourth Prince.

Andddd that's it lol. I have no other thoughts at the moment.

[theadventuresofgarlandodra]

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- Nail Polish

Prev.

“Sahsi? What are you doing?”

The goblin rogue had been so quiet Sahsi hadn’t even heard her enter. The shock of suddenly seeing Odra poke her head up over the foot of the bed almost caused her to drop her nail brush, but she managed to recover and just put it back in the polish cup. “Oh! Odra! I thought you and Garl were handling the bandits near-”

“Already done,” Odra pulled herself up on the bed. “Easiest eighty gold we’ve ever made.”

“They’re… very dead, aren’t they?”

“Dullahan cast sleep on most of them. It was over before Sylvia could summon a single thing.”

Odra pointed towards the nail kit. “Answer my question- what are doing, and what is that?” she asked.

“Um,” Sahsi waved off her claws to dry them. “It’s a nail kit. Because of my heritage, I have claws. I like to take care of them, make sure they’re clean.”

“And why are they pink?” Odra wrinkled her nose.

“… I like pink. I have other colors though!” Sahsi took out the nail colors and set them in front of Odra, Odra’s eyes growing wider and wider as the array of colors spanned the entire rainbow. “I usually go for pink if I know I’m not going out adventuring. If I am, I tend to go for white or black. I like doing it because it’s pretty, but there’s lots of reasons people paint their nails.”

Odra cocked her head to the side. “That’s weird.” The goblin looked down at her hands. Unsurprisingly her hands were as dirty as they usually were, her fingernails chipped and broken. Sahsi wasn’t sure if the goblin had even bathed since she’d run into them that night in the forest, save for the occasional running around in the rain without clothes on.

“… Can you paint my nails too?”

Odra had muttered so quietly Sahsi wasn’t even sure if she’d heard her correctly. Odra couldn’t even look Sahsi in the face, the little goblin was so flustered.

But Sahsi smiled and picked up the water pan. “Well, if you really want a manicure, I’ll give you the whole experience. I’ll get some clean water, you pick a color!”

“I have to wash my hands?!” Odra yelped as Sahsi ducked out of the room.

Sahsi was half expecting to see her bedroom empty by the time she got back, but Odra was still sitting on the bed, one of the pots of nail polish resting in her lap. She’d picked a bright sunshine yellow and was cradling it like it was a valuable treasure.

“Okay, put your hands out. I’m gonna clean out your nails, buff them smooth.” Sahsi sat down on the bed across from Odra and gently guided the goblin’s hands into the bowl of water. Immediately it discolored, but Sahsi had handled grosser things out in the woods. That and she’d planned ahead- she had brought a jug of warm water up with her so she could refresh it as needed.

Once the dirt had been scrubbed off, Sahsi picked up a file and started rubbing away at Odra’s fingernails. They were much more like a human’s than she expected. “So goblin girls don’t paint their nails?” she asked.

“Goblins don’t paint their nails, no,” Odra shook her head. “I like the colors though. They’re pretty. Even the pink. They don’t taste good though.”

“Did you-” Sahsi sighed. “Nevermind. No, you can’t eat the nail polish.” Sahsi blew away the dust made from smoothing out Odra’s pointer finger. “It’s probably bad for you, but you’ve eaten worse.”

Odra grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, definitely. Garl said I’d live off garbage if he let me,” she giggled. The goblin then paused. “Do only girls paint their nails?” she asked.

“Ummm…” Sahsi pursed her lips as she put the file down. “For the most part, yes? I think I’ve seen some men do it, but it’s mostly women.”

“Why?”

All the questions. Sahsi grabbed a lotion bottle. “Okay, hold your hands out and once I put a little on your palms, rub it all over your hands, including in between your fingers. Don’t eat it. And as for why, um… well, I don’t have a good answer for that.”

“Humans are so stupid,” Odra scoffed as she rubbed the lotion in between her hands. “Goblins like pretty things. All goblins do. What you people call ‘boy goblins’ like pretty things too. Things that shine in the light, or have a nice feeling in your hands because they’re really smooth. I once met a human who kept calling one of my pen mates a ‘girl’, although by your standards, he’d be my brother.”

“… Do goblins not have genders?” Sahsi asked as she looked through her nail brushes to find a clean one.

“A gender is a boy or a girl, right?”

“Eh, there’s a few more options depending on where you’re from, but those are the ones people usually think of.”

“Then no, we don’t have gender. I only figured I was a girl because Garl told me I was when I was running through the rain.”

Sahsi hummed slowly nodded her head. Some things were starting to make sense. “So, your language, there’s no brother or sister? Husband or wife?”

“There’s mother and father, but that’s more about who’s handling the pen than who popped out the babies. And we don’t marry. Monogamy is stupid and you’ll probably all die out because of it.” Odra stuck her tongue out.

“Don’t be rude. Want me to paint your nails or not?”

Odra stuck her hands out eagerly. “Yes please.”

Sahsi laughed as she wet the brush with the yellow paint. “Well, it sounds like goblins are much more interesting than other races give them credit for. Chores then, they aren’t divided by gender?”

“Again, we don’t have what you keep calling ‘gender’, so why would it matter who fishes or who guards the village?”

“Fair enough.” Sahsi carefully brushed the color onto Odra’s fingernails. The yellow actually contrasted rather nicely with Odra’s green skin. “Do you mind though? Being called a girl?”

“Is it a bad thing to be a girl?” Odra asked.

“Well, I’m a girl, so I don’t think so,” Sahsi laughed.

“Then no, I don’t really care. Besides, if you’re right, that only girls paint their nails. I want to keep doing that. I don’t want dresses though, they just seem to get in the way.”

“Well, you don’t have to wear dresses then.” Sahsi paused painting Odra’s nails to pat the goblin on the head. “You can do whatever you like. Even if you did think you were a boy, you could still paint your nails.”

Odra smiled again. “Thanks… are you gonna paint the other nine nails or…”

“Cheeky.”

Sahsi had never seen Odra remain so perfectly still for so long, save for a few missions where stealth was key. The goblin was a chronic fidgeter. But she was still as Sahsi finished applying paint to each of her nails, and the awe on her face when Sahsi was finished made it all worth it.

“Okay, be still for a bit to let the paint dry.” Sahsi waggled her finger at Odra. “Otherwise you’ll mess up my hard work.”

“Mmhmm,” Odra nodded as she continued to stare at her hands, “I… I don’t know how I feel about this. The lotion has a weird smell, but the color… it’s so… pretty…”

Sahsi giggled as she put away her nail kit. “You can come to my room whenever you want for another manicure. I give them to Sylvia all the time. Your hands look wonderful though, Odra.”

“Thanks,” Odra looked up, and for once the rogue didn’t look like she was being sarcastic or mischief. “Really… thanks.”

Sahsi patted Odra’s head. “No problem. It was great to just hang out and talk with you. Now go show your nails off!”

Odra hopped off the bed and skipped out of the room, humming a strange tune that Sahsi had never heard before.

People really should give more credit to goblins, she figured as she attached the cap to the nail polish pot. They weren’t as beastly as everyone said. She might even argue they had a bit more civility to them.

Next

[sylviareviar]

[flirts with her openly] "I owe ya one." He spoke showing her the results of his test. Something he would have probably gotten an even LOWER score on but thanks to her tutoring he at the very least manages an average passing score which showed that he wasn't much empty-headed as the teachers would like him to believe but he simply needed an instructor to understand the way he absorbs academic information. "How about as thanks-" Yusuke leans over to her, his cocky smirk apparent on his face whilst leaning a hand against the locker's surface. "I take ya out on a date."

"Lemme see it lemme see it-- YES! Oh, congratulations, Yusuke! I'm so proud of y--" A hand landed on the locker beside her, and suddenly Yusuke was leaning close to her. His face was a respectful distance away, but Yusuke's shoulder was close to hers, and Sylvia had a clear view of his chest and neck. He wasn't leaning too far in, but he had poked his hand through the bubble that was her personal space, He had a sly grin on his lips, a cocky gait, and he perhaps even looked a little happy about his higher grade.

Sylvia glanced up at him, thoroughly flustered and red-faced. "I-- I-- um. A d-d-d-date...? W-with me?"

[electricea]

"Oi, I'm coming already, Sylvia....!" He holds up his hands, never thinking that someone would be able to match him in terms of both eagerness and impatience but it seemed as though Sylvia had him beat right now.

As they boarded the train, he kept his hand tightly holding Sylvia's as he allowed her to lead the way, pushing past the crowds of people trying to find their seats and as they stood so close together, he tried not to get too flustered knowing their close proximity was only because of the amount of people on the train.

Whilst Sylvia seemed preoccupied in her own excitement and humming some tune, he decided to reach for his phone and distract himself by scrolling through reels and pictures - even firing off a few texts letting friends know where he currently was - once or twice the thought did cross his mind to ask Sylvia for a selfie together but given how packed the train was, that probably wasn't the best idea just now.

Lowering his phone, he tilted his head to the side as Sylvia seemed to be staring at him really intently and he couldn't help but feel a little self conscious wondering if he'd forgotten to wash his face that morning or something. Was there something weird about his appearance...? Surely, Sylvia would have said so - but then again, Sylvia was a nice person maybe she wouldn't. He tried to bite down on his lower lip and ignore it but after several seconds of this, he shifted and asked with some apprehension.

"Is there something on my face...?"

He was sprinting behind Sylvia doing his best to try and keep up - who knew that Sylvia had one hell of a runner deep inside her? At least her running seemed driven by excitement rather than fear!

"Man, you're really excited about all of this Pokemon stuff...?" He'd always known Sylvia was a fan of Pokemon, he just didn't know it was to this extent - even so, it was endearing to see how much she knew about this event and how eager she was to get to it. Chuckling, he nods his head up and down as he concedes. "Alright, we'll go and do everything together - the LED lights, the Pikachu dance, the cosplaying, the balloon, everything and everywhere you want to go, consider it done," He smiles, now catching up to her with equal vigor and eagerness. "Some ramen sounds like a fair trade off to me, Sylvia! Lead the way!"

[readbyred]

Falling asleep on them - CCRP & Beanies (+ Henry)

Relationship status: friends/mutual crushes - pre-dating

I give up with gifs, gang.

Paul Matthews

Having you lean on him (especially in public) would be weird enough for Paul but realizing that you had, in fact, fallen asleep is a whole other thing. At first, he’d call your name gently, but if you won't wake up he’ll give up, smiling even seeing you so peaceful. He is still kind of awkward about it but mostly because he doesn't want you to think of him as a creep for not waking you while you might as well not have wanted to be left laying on him like that.

Emma Perkins

During one of her angry rants she’ll notice you leaning over to rest on her shoulder but at first she took it as a intentional gesture. Only a moment later does she stop her monologue about how Nora had been treating her that day to notice that you are sound asleep. She lets out a soft laugh, immediately feeling better and just let's you get your sleep, admiring your features. However if it does get too heavy she’s not afraid to wake you and save her poor shoulder from pain.

Zoey

Being used to being affectionate at first she doesn't notice that you have fallen asleep instead of watching the movie with her. And just like Emma, she lets you stay asleep but as soon as her shoulder gets even a bit numb she’ll either try to wake you or just roll her eyes and lay you down beside her.

Nora

When you lean on her she looks over surprised only to see you dosed off, eyes closed and a peaceful look on your face. It makes her smile as she puts her hand around your back and leans you down since she could feel back pains just from looking at your sleeping position. As you are now laid across her couch she sits by reading and from time to time looking at your sleeping face.

Bill Woodward

He isn't someone to get very touchy with a person he’s not even in a relationship with and you respect that so feeling your weight drop onto his shoulder immediately allerts him to the fact that you had most likely fallen asleep and one glance at your peaceful face and parted lips confirms it. Bill is a working father, he is more than familiar with falling asleep whenever and he remembers how painful waking up could get so, as nice as having you so close feels, he decides to wake you and then as you apologize profusely he lectures you on importance of sleep and asks you to get some rest as soon as you can.

Sylvia

On one of the breaks, as she was helping you catch up on all the shenanigans you missed being out of work due to sickness, she felt you lean on her. She yelped quietly, surprised but quickly understanding what was going on she just smiled propping you up a bit not to have you fall. You must have been weak from the recent sickness still and so she said nothing, drinking her tea and waking you up only when you had to get back to work not to anger Mr. Davidson

Melissa

Just like Sylvia she also is quite surprised to find you leaning on her, sound asleep. Not wanting you to be uncomfortable with her when you wake up she decides to wake you herself, quietly calling your name and nudging you a bit. If you sleep through it she’ll get flustered but accept it as a fact that you are going to stay there for a bit and when you finish your sleep and get up on your own she apologises a lot for not being able to wake you up herself but also slips in a few concerned pleads for you to rest when you get home all while blushing intensively.

Charlotte

The second you fall onto her shoulder she just accepts it's gonna be like that for a while and wherever you two are you are staying there until you rest. If she’ll notice you sliding down or forward she’ll fix your position, flustered a bit but determined not to wake you out of worry that you might not be getting enough sleep or get mad at her for doing so (because Sam is an abusive jerk)

Ted Spankoffski

Feeling your weight fall onto his shoulder he gives you a surprised look only to find out that you are sound asleep. He’s not afraid to try and wake you, shaking you a bit even because what else could he do? If someone tells him to stop it or you just don't react he’ll give up. He never had that happen to him, he’s not someone to experience non-sexual affection all that often so he doesn't really know what to do. He’ll probably just shift to make himself more comfortable and get on his phone not really concerned if you’re comfortable, just trying to distract himself from the fact that you are laying on him

Henry Hidgens

It's easy to dose off during his extremely long rants and when you do, lying your head on his shoulder he lets out a yelp, jumping up a bit, surprised. He’s not very used to physical contact in general but surprisingly (or not so) more understanding than Ted so he just smiles and let's you stay there but makes a mental note on where his monologue ended so he can go back to it as soon as you awake. During this time he’s not very concerned with how comfortable you are, he’s not someone who's particularly concerned with what other people are feeling or experiencing. Not that he chooses to ignore them it's just that relating to other people in general is kind of hard and it's no different here although it doesn't mean he doesn't care.

[stellaluna33]

The Phone Call

A preview of what’s coming next in my Gilmore fic The Long And Winding Road, as a phone conversation between Jess and Luke. (You now know more than Rory will in the next chapter... No one knows this except Jess and Luke... and you.)

"Hello?"

"Hey, Luke."

"Jess.  How's it going?"

"Oh, you know.  Just fine.  You still in Nantucket?"

"Yeah.  Rory and Richie came with, as you probably know.  But we also have a, let's say, 'surprise' visitor up here today."

"Reeeeally.  Who's that?"

"Oh, none other than the great Logan Huntzberger himself, who finally deigned to see his son because he could pass it off as a polite visit to a family friend while he was 'in the area.'"

"Jeez.  He still hasn't told anyone, has he?"

"Apparently not.  Claims he's 'waiting for the right moment,' or some kinda bullsh**."

"Bastard."

"You're tellin' me.  But why'd you call?  You don't usually call this time of day."

"Yeah.  Well, I, uh… I got some news today."

"Oh yeah?  What's that?"

"So, I don't know if you remember me talking about that writer's residency program in Argentina last year?"

"Oh yeah, weren't you thinking about applying for that?"

"Yeah.  I did apply for it, actually.  There was a pretty long waiting list, though."

"Oh, I see.  So, d'you hear something about that?"

"Yeah.  Today, actually.  I, uh… I got in."

"Jess, that is fantastic news!  Good for you.  That's a really great opportunity for you."

"Yeah.  Yeah, it is.  I, uh… just… I'm not sure if I wanna take it."

"What?!!  Jess, you can't be serious!  You've been wanting to do something like this for God knows how long!  And now you've got this opportunity and you're just going to let it pass you by?"

"I don't know, it's just… I don't know if it's a good time for me to be leaving the country right now."

"What, you got something goin' on at work?"

"No...  No, it's not that, it's…  I don't know."

"Well?  What is it?  What's stopping you?"

"I just… part of me thinks that I should be here, right now.  In case… you know, in case a... friend might need me."

"In case a friend might-  Oh jeez. Jess.  Tell me you're not talking about Rory."

Jess took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily through his nose.

"Are you serious?!  Jess!  You told me you were over that!  Long over, if I remember it correctly."

"Yeah, well, I was over it!  At least, I thought I was…"

"Oh, Jess."

"I know!  I know.  I'm pathetic.  I swore I would never end up like you, and yet here I am."

"Hey!  Things didn't turn out so bad for me in the end, you know."

"I know.  You're right.  I'm worse.  I already had my chance with Rory, and I screwed it up so badly that she wishes our entire relationship had never happened."

"Jess, you were just a kid. I'm sure that's not true."

"Oh no?  Well, sorry to disappoint you, but that's exactly the way she remembers it."

"Ah jeez.  She put that in that book she's writing?"

"Yup."

"And you've been reading over it, right?"

"Yup."

"Well, sh**.  I'm sorry, Jess."

"Yeah, well, it is what it is, and it's my own damned fault, so I don't really have the right to be put out about it."

"Well, ok, but… that being the case, don't you think it's time to let this go?"

"Past time.  But that's the worst part… I've tried.  G-d, I've tried.  And I thought I was mostly ok with it, you know?  There's been occasional relapses of… regret or… moments when I've wished things could've turned out differently, but… I haven't been hoping for anything.  I've been trying to move on.  I've had relationships."

"You only went on, like, two dates with that last girl, what was her name?"

"Sylvia?"

"Yes, Sylvia!  But two dates, Jess!  You give up that quickly and you call that trying?"

"That's what I'm getting to, though.  This year has been… different.  It wasn't so bad when I only saw her for a few minutes every couple years or so, but between the wedding and the book and everything that's been going on with her lately, Rory and I have been talking all the time, and I just… I still like her more than any other woman I've ever met, Luke.  And I told myself that she hasn't wanted me for over a decade now.  She made her feelings abundantly clear, and I have offered myself up like an idiot over and over and over again, just on the off chance that she might have changed her mind, and she has turned me down every single time.  I mean, how many times does she need to say it before I get a clue?  'No means no,' right?  I'm done.  I'm not doing that again.  So, I guess we're friends now.  She really likes me as a friend, she says, so I'll be her friend and be grateful I get to spend time with her at all.  And I'm doing my best to be ok with that.  So I finally asked Sylvia out, and it was nice.  She's beautiful and interesting, and maybe it coulda gone somewhere… but then you had to go and tell Rory about it.  And she got weird, man.  She called me up, and she was comparing me to Mr. Darcy, and-"

"Am I supposed to know who the hell that is?"

"Are you serious?  You've lived with Lorelai for, what, ten years now, and she hasn't tied you down and made you watch all six f***ing hours of that BBC monstrosity?  Pride and Prejudice?  Jane Austen?  Lorelai going on and on about Colin Firth emerging from a lake in a wet shirt and breeches?  Ring any bells?"

"Ah, maybe.  I think I fell asleep about five minutes in."

"Of course you did.  Well, all you need to know is that he's the romantic hero of the story, but he's a complete ass for like, two thirds of the book, which is obviously where the resemblance lies.  So she's on a roll with that, and hey, I deserve it, but then she throws in the fact that he changes and fixes everything and the heroine can't help falling in love with him in the end.  And what the hell am I supposed to do with that?  Because last I knew, we were talking about me, and that would imply that… I don't know.  All I know is that she got all flustered and started grilling me about my date with Sylvia, that you told her about, thanks so much, and then she starts going on about how she hopes I'll be very happy and how I deserve to be happy and I deserve to be with 'someone who has her life together.'  And then she started crying and frickin' hung up on me!"

"Huh."

"Yeah!  So, that whole thing kinda threw me, and all of a sudden, I'm not so sure where I stand anymore.  I mean, am I crazy?  Is that a normal reaction to hearing that a friend is seeing someone?"

"I don't know, Jess.  It's weird, I'll give you that… but who knows, with pregnant women…"

"Well, yeah, there's that, too… But I went out with Sylvia again, because I was trying, you know?  I owed it to myself and to her to give it an honest shot, but… I couldn't… I couldn't stop thinking about that phone call, Luke.  I couldn't stop thinking about her.  Because what if this was finally, finally a chance after all these years, and could I really just let that slip away?  Could I start a relationship with someone else, knowing that I might be throwing away a shot with Rory?  And I've been saying that there wasn't any chemistry with Sylvia and me, but the truth is, I know that's all on me.  It was awkward because of me, because I was distracted and I was distant and I wasn't sure I wanted to be there.  And Sylvia deserves better than that.  It was better to end it before anybody got hurt."

"Ah, jeez, Jess."

"It's true.  I'll go ahead and say it:  I sabotaged my own attempt at having a happy relationship because I'm still hung up on my highschool girlfriend.  And there it is.  I'm such a pathetic loser."

"You're not a loser, Jess.  You've come a long way.  But she's got a baby now."

"I know that.  And even if she has changed her mind about me, the timing is so bad...  She needs me to be a friend she can depend on right now.  The last thing she needs is the stress of fending off yet more unwanted advances from her crazy ex-boyfriend who can't take no for an answer.  And I can't go there again, I just can't.  So, I'm stuck in this no-man's-land."

"So how is all this stopping you from going to Argentina?  Maybe a few months away from all this would be good for you."

"Maybe… maybe.  But I just… I broke her trust before by leaving.  I made a lot of mistakes, but that?  That was the one she couldn't forgive me for.  And I want to be there for her, I want her to know that she can count on me now, that if she needs me, I am there.  But I can't do that if I'm halfway across the world.  I'd be of no more use to her than Logan is, and I… God help me, I want her to think of me as someone who can give her something that he can't.  And if I go, I can't do that.  And I have this feeling that if I go now, that'll be it for her.  The end.  Three strikes, I'm out.  For good this time."

"Were you planning on leaving without telling her?"

"Well, no, of course I wasn't..."

"'Cause I think that was a big part of the problem last time…"

"Yeah.  I get that.  But what if she doesn't see it that way?"

"Jess, all I can say is maybe you should talk to Rory about it.  See how she feels about it."

"I guess I'll have to."

"For my part, I think you should go.  And she won't be alone, Jess.  She's got Lorelai, and me, and Lane..."

"You're right.  Who'm I kidding?  She doesn't need me anyway."

"That wasn't what I meant."

"Yeah, well, it's probably true anyway.  But it's good to know that she's got you looking out for her.  I'd need you to promise me that, if I'm gonna even consider this."

"You got it."

"Well… thanks for listening.  I guess I'd better go.  I'm gonna call Rory, like you said."

"I think that'd be a good idea."

"Yeah.  Well, talk to you later, Uncle Luke."

"Later, kid.  You… you take care of yourself, alright?"

"I always do.  But thanks."

Thank you for reading. Please, PLEASE share any comments or ask any questions you’re wondering about!  I crave your opinion. What do you think of this?  My muse is in desperate need of encouragement so I can finish writing Chapter 9 sooner rather than later!

[themuseic]

Only Fools (Chapter 1)

Fic Summary: Sent to Boone County, West Virginia on an assignment, you find yourself engulfed your work. How could you possibly find time for anything else? Even if “anything else” includes the tall, kind, and handsome bartender from down the road?

Word Count: 2.2k

Read here on AO3.

Warnings: Use of alcohol.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone!! I started a fic! It’s the first fic I’ve written, so please, I would love any and all feedback. I want to grow and constantly get better, so if you have any advice, I will be more than willing to listen! But I really want to give a huge shout out to @mind-p0llution​, who not only encouraged me to write and beta read this for me, but has been nothing but supportive and kind to me! I hope y’all enjoy. 

Ten hours on the road today, and you had finally, finally, reached your destination. A small town in Boone County. You hadn’t seen another car in miles, and the lights of Route 64 had long since faded behind the horizon. A yawn overtook you, and you tilted your head to one side, and back, a satisfying crack sounding as you relieved the pressure in your tense neck. Straight to the hotel then, you thought, ready for a shower and a comfortable bed to sleep in. As much as you loved a long road trip coupled with the beautiful vistas of rural America, you could only listen to so many podcasts, playlists, and radio stations.

You turned off of the road, following the directions of the robotic voice to your hotel, when something caught your eye. A wood paneled building sat on the side of the road boasting a red and green fluorescent sign that read “The Duck Tape Bar and Grill”. It wasn’t an overly impressive building, but the amount of cars parked outside suggested otherwise. Vehicles spilled out of the asphalt parking lot and onto the shoulder of the road. Some were even parked half into the drainage canal and half onto the street in order to secure their spot. It seemed as if every person in a 50 mile radius had found themselves at this one bar all on the same night. 

You bit your lip in consideration. The bed at the hotel still called you, but that voice seemed to diminish to a whisper as the prospect of a nightcap looked better and better. What’s one drink? you thought to yourself, as you pulled over and threw the car into park. Grabbing your wallet and a stick of gum to suppress the stale road breath on your tongue, you hopped out of the car and strode towards the building.

~~~

The tinkling of a bell and a gust frigid air followed you into the bar as you slipped through the door, spinning to push it closed behind you. You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the warm lights that lined the space. It was a welcome change from the harsh headlights that you had found yourself driving into on the highway, and you were happy for it. The air was filled with happy, lilting voices and soft music that made you feel at home almost immediately and the sounds of glasses clinking and… the strongest smell of apples? You inhaled deeply, warmed to the bone by the spiciness of the scent, and tilted your face slightly to take it in. Like a dog to a bone, you scurried to the bar, hoping to snag a glass of whatever it was you were smelling. 

You settled onto a high backed barstool and leaned forward, chin perched on your palm. It most definitely was a busy night, but the one bartender in the place looked like he was handling himself just fine. You looked down the bar, taking in the face of every patron as they chatted away. Entranced by the mirth that each exuded, you didn’t realize the bartender had noticed a new face at the bar until he was standing right in front of you. 

“Hey darlin’, what can I get ya?” 

Your head snapped forward at the deep rumble and you locked eyes with the man. He was, in a few words, breathtaking. He had bright hazel eyes framed by long dark hair, and the kindest gaze you had seen this side of the Mississippi. He was freckled and scruffy and just about the largest man you had ever laid eyes on. He entranced you, and you found your eyes gently tracing his every feature. 

“Uh, darlin’?” he cautiously asked again, as if he was trying not to scare you, and you snapped from your reverie. “Oh, god, sorry. I guess I’m a little tired from my drive,” you laughed. 

“S’no problem ma’am,” he smiled shyly, “You lookin’ for something to drink?” 

“Yeah you know, I think I am. I can’t help but smell those apples, what is that?” you asked, and his face lit up immediately. “That’s my mama’s cider, I’ve got a batch goin’. Wanna try it?” he offered. He was already reaching to grab a mug before you nodded, which you did eagerly. He smiled again - oh, did that look good on him - and he turned to ladle some of the steaming liquid into the mug. The nameless man handed it back to you, your fingers brushing softly as the mug changed possession. You felt your cheeks warm as they did, a reaction to the light touch and your embarrassment that you were so flustered by this man. At least, you assured yourself, anyone in your position would be too. How could you not be?

“Thank you…” you started to inquire, and he eagerly interjected, “Clyde! M’names Clyde ma’am,” as he reached his arm towards you in his haste, fingers splayed. You giggled as you offered up your own, your eyes softening. “Well Clyde,” you sipped the warm liquid, ”you and your mama have a really good recipe for cider.” He beamed back at you, his cheeks reddening and his eyes crinkling as his dimples pushed . “Thanks darlin’, I try to do the recipe justice. Threw some V.S.O.P. in tonight instead of the regular brandy.”

“Oh?” you asked. “Special occasion, or just wanting to spice up your Saturday night?” 

He huffed the lightest laugh in response. “T’be honest, I ran out of the normal stuff. I don’t think it’s tastin’ quite right.” His eyes fell to the mug in your hand, and he nodded at it. “Well darlin, let me know if you need anything else tonight. I’ll be around.” 

He turned away over his right shoulder as he moved to the next patron seated at the bar, and a glint of metal caught your eye. You saw how he kept that arm, the one with the robotic attachment, mostly below the top of the bar. He didn’t even use it to emphasize his words, though he didn’t seem to offer up too many to begin with. There was a quiet beauty to him, and you were entranced by it. But, you reminded yourself, this was a small bar, in a small town. There was no reason for you to try anything. He was probably involved with someone, or you assumed at least, because anyone that looked like that should already be committed to another. Anyway, once you finished up your job in Boone County, who knew where you’d be headed to next? No, better to keep your head down, your connections loose, and your job short. You exhaled softly, sipped your cider, and struck up a conversation with your neighbor as the comforting warmth spread through you.

~~~~

“No way, a puma in town? We haven’t had too much news since… well you know,” Mellie wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and Clyde huffed a laugh, shaking his head slightly. 

“Yeah, Earl was just tellin’ me that Brett lost another cow down the road. Looked like it was attacked by somethin’,” Clyde drawled, swirling the dark amber liquid in his glass. 

“That so?” Mellie cocked her eyebrow. “Haven’t heard of anything like that happening round here before.” Seated next to her, Joe pulled Mellie flush to his body, tickling her side and making her burst out in giggles. “Seems like we gotta keep our ladies safe then!” he hollered, prompting an eye roll from Mellie, Clyde, and even Jimmy and Sylvia over in the next stools. Clyde leaned back against the bar, glancing over at you, the new girl in the bar tonight. You were making polite conversation with the person next to you, and he found it impossible to tear his eyes away. 

“Clyde,” Jimmy hissed from his stool a few people down, “get yer ass over here.” Clyde sighed, set his glass down, and walked over to Jimmy. “Need another beer?” he asked, reaching towards Jimmy’s bottle. 

“Nah I’m good, thanks though. But boy, I have seen you lookin’ at that girl all night. What are you gonna do about it?” Jimmy stared him down. It was never easy to escape the laser gaze of his older brother, and Clyde shifted uncomfortably. “Now, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he tried to deflect, suddenly very interested in the hem of his shirt. 

Jimmy’s eyes narrowed at this. “Clyde, you ain’t gettin’ out of this that easy. Listen, I know it hasn’t been easy for you since your last girl, but look. If my eyes are right, she’s been lookin’ over at you too, and if that ain’t true, I’ll eat my hat.” 

Clyde chuckled quietly, but his face dropped again straight away. “Nah Jimmy, I’m sure she’s just passin through. Ain’t no point in tryin’ to go about startin’ anything.” 

“Clyde, you’re never gonna know if you don’t say anything right?” Sylvia interjected as she leaned in encouragingly. 

“I don’t think so. What’s the point?” Clyde shook his head, subconsciously rubbing the junction of his prosthetic and arm. “Clyde, if you don’t go talk to her, I bet someone in here is going to snatch her up real quick,” Jimmy leaned back in his chair, shrugging. “It’s now or never kid.” 

“No Jimmy!” Clyde insisted, glancing your way. The man seated next to you was messing with your hair a bit, and he couldn’t help how his ears flushed and his heart clenched. 

“Clyde,” Jimmy insisted once more. “Cauliflower.” Clyde met eyes with his brother, who nodded in response. The bartender rolled his eyes again, exasperated. “Ya know sometimes? I really hate these cauliflower plans.” Clyde yanked his brother's empty beer bottle from in front of him, replaced it with another, and straightened his shirt. Jimmy hooted from behind him, whistling just loud enough for their immediate group to hear. Clyde shot him a dirty look, but grabbed a glass to wipe down nonetheless and made his way over to where you sat. 

~~~

“So… why ya in Boone?” Clyde spoke up, lifting his eyebrow and gazing at the girl from under his mop of hair. 

You choked on your drink as you tried to respond before realizing your mouth was still full. Smiling, you wiped off your chin. “You keep sneaking up on me, Clyde!” you laughed, and he flushed for the thousandth time that night. “Sorry. It’s just, we don’t have a lot of people passin’ through here.” He gestured around the room with his right hand. “I’ve known all these folks' names since I was five, but yours I learnt tonight. Why?”

You downed the remainder of your current cider, and Clyde automatically stuck out his hand to take the glass and switch it for a fresh one, complete with a refill. “I’m in town on a big cat chase. Eastern cougars. We’ve got some reports of possible sightings in this area. Oh, thank you,” you replied, accepting the steaming mug from Clyde. 

“Well, round here we have been having some weird livestock deaths lately,” Clyde shrugged. “Maybe it’s got somethin’ to do with that?” 

“Sounds like it. I’m gonna be in the area for a little bit seeing if I can get some documented sightings, some photos, and maybe even a tag on a cougar so we can keep tabs on them.” You shrugged, sipping on the cider.  

“Well, if you’d like, I’d be more than happy to show you round some of the game trails near town?” Clyde offered, the glint in his eye shining bright as he smiled, almost bashful, back at you. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared into his eyes, and your soft smile widened, if anything in pity for him, given what you knew was coming out of your mouth next. “Thank you so much for the offer Clyde, but I think I’ll be just fine. Anyway,” you took another swig of your second drink. You could feel your heart racing, and you knew you had to remove yourself before you had full heart palpitations. “Looks like the bar here keeps your hands full. Thanks for the drinks!” You placed a few bills on the bar to cover the bill (and then some). Clyde looked like a deer in the headlights, trying to keep up with your nervous chatting. 

“Oh no, no problem, I-I just thought, that ya know, if you wanted…” he stuttered. His eyes flicked down to the still warm, half drunk mug on the bar top. You could see his plush lower lip jutting out slightly as he chewed on his upper one.  

“I appreciate the offer Clyde. Really I do! But I’ll be okay. Maybe I’ll see you around soon,” you said, and patted his hand. He looked up briefly and you made eye contact for a fraction of a second. It almost pained you to tear away, but you were on the precipice of being engulfed by them. A moment longer and you knew would be diving headfirst into a myriad of problems that would come with getting involved with someone you knew for certain you would have to leave in a few short weeks. So instead, you pushed yourself away from the bar with a small smile and a wave, headed towards the door, and left without even a second glance back.

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[stevelovbot]

soft dally headcanons 🦋

this was requested by an anon but my ipad’s being weird atm so i can’t ‘reply’ to it but here you go!

>> cuddles whenever either one of you are upset

>> he really does give the biggest bear hugs in private

>> he’ll sometimes tap his foot along with music but only if he’s with you alone

>> giving you his jacket whenever you’re cold or if he needs to prove that you’re his

>> by a certain point, your closet will contain over 1/2 of his clothes

>> he won’t really care though because you have his colorful clothes and “those aren’t for me, man.”

>> no, once you made him wear an orange shirt and he politely resided in the bathroom for the rest of the day

>> neck and forehead kisses when he’s tired

>> even if you guys are fighting, he’ll sleep with one arm slightly draped around your waist because he doesn’t want you to leave him

>> if he’s in an okay mood and he doesn’t really care about anyone else, he’ll drop you soo many compliments tbh

>> when he’s drunk he will s•m•o•t•h•e•r you with kisses everywhere

>> he’ll also open up his heart to you when he’s drunk

>> the first time he told you he loved you was when he was drunk

>> since he doesn’t really do hugs and stuff that are very affectionate in front of others, his way of showing you he cares is sharing a cigarette with you

>> he’ll also share a cigarette with you if you guys are in the process of making up after a fight

>> whenever you two get into a fight, he’ll start out upset but calm down when he sees his st. christopher on your neck because he knows you’re the one

>> if he ever catches you self-harming he’ll probably silently sob and beg you to stop

>> he will NOT leave your side if you guys are in public

>> if you’re sad because of a person, he will not hesitate to give them a limp for the rest of their lives

>> he’ll nuzzle his head into your neck sometimes if you guys are alone 😍

>> he hates admitting that he’s going soft for you but it’s pretty hard to deny

>> “dal, we all know you’re going soft for y/n!!” 

“shut up keith. the day hell freezes over i will.” *silence* “alright, fine. you caught me. but a single word about this to the gang and i’ll skin you, man.”

>> he’ll scoff and stuff if you try to hold his hand but his stomach would be like 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🐛🦋🦋🦋🦋

>> after a long day, he would come home and lie his head on your lap while telling you what went on that day

>> he loves you but he doesn’t really say it unless he’s drunk

>> it’s fine though, because you know he does

>> if you go out of town, he’ll sleep hugging your pillow because it smells like your shampoo

>> he’ll also call you 6252819365362 times to make sure you’re okay

>> after sandy dumped soda, he became really insecure because “if sodapop curtis can’t keep a woman, who the hell am i to, man?”

>> you assure him everyday that there’s no one else you would rather be with

>> you also assure him that you’re nothing like either sandy or sylvia

>> he lovesss when you clean him up after a rumble

>> he loves watching you get flustered while doing it too

>> “doll, my eyes are on my face. not on my abs.”

>> he’ll cook for you sometimes if you’re really busy (sandwiches and eggs because he can’t make anything else oop)

>> he’ll (very rarely) sing to you if you’re stressed and you lovee it because his voice is so soothing

>> sometimes he’ll leave flowers lying around in random places but he’ll never admit it was him

>> his heart gets all gooey when he sees you in his clothes

>> he’ll turn into the ultimate doc if you’re sick

>> he’ll get darry to make you soup and he’ll get two-bit to steal some orange juice

>> he’ll probably get johnny to come in with him to give the tray to you because he doesn’t want to show that he cares too much

>> which obviously doesn’t work because he’ll hear you sniffle and then shove johnny out of the room so he can cuddle with you

>> ahh this man j loves you so damn muchh

[nxttheendxfthestxry]

bxrn-thc-pxgcs​:

“How do you accidentally sleep with someone?” Joe said slowly. “Well, I mean, I accidentally kissed you. But at least you’re not a psychopath. And we haven’t, y'know, not that I wouldn’t love to, because you’re… God, you’re beautiful, and you’re fantastic, and-”

He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I’m gonna stop talking now.”

“You didn’t do that accidentally. You backed off and apologized and I told you to go for it,” Sylvia amends softly, but softly enough to let him keep talking. Her face flushes more at his words and she giggles, trying and failing to not sound as flustered as she feels. “Probably a good idea to quit while you’re ahead and about a million miles away.”

"you’re up a bit after your bedtime, aren’t you?" -Sylvia to Joe!

"I missed you," Joe said softly, leaning against the glass wall of the phone booth. "And honestly, I partly wanted to tell you I found a payphone. A payphone. Where the hell can you find payphones anymore, babe?"

[randombubblegum]

Okay but Awsten and Otto remind me so much of Pete and Patrick: Pete is asked something and the only thing he knew how to say was PATRICK and Awsten was asked something and he only knows how to say OTTO, I love them

ive actually talked about the parallels i see between aws n otto and pete and patrick before T____T the way patrick never wanted to be the lead singer, was terrified of the spotlight and the public eye, and pete was like noo youre my golden ticket, i need you in my band, just stand behind me and ill shield you from the spotlight......

.....and then theres otto whos also so shy, doesnt want to be on social media at all, doesnt have a lot to say but awsten needed him to be in his life somehow...... and hes willing to completely handle ottos share of publicity, online promo, interview appearances etc just to make otto comfortable enough that being in a public-facing band with such an emphasis on image is something he can do.......

also the obvious parallels of gushing affection from pete->patrick and awsten->otto even if theyre a little different in tone LOL..... and the way pete and awsten will do their damndest to embarrass/fluster patrick and otto in interviews..... ahhh i probably sound like pepe sylvia here but i rly do see some similarities and i think thats why i instantly liked awtto so much tbh

[ambivalent-anarchy]

Star Wars 101

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: None

Reader has never seen a single one of Peter's favorite movies.

A/N- I really need to stop making new series lol, I swear this is the last new one for a while, at least until I finish some other ones.

Hope you like it!!!

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"In case I don't see you... good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!"

Peter watched you intently as you stared, wide eyes glued to each and every movement on the screen, even sniffling a bit when the credits began to roll. Really? The Truman Show was making you tear up?

"[Y/N], really?," he snickered lightly, wiping one of your cheeks and then showing you the wetness on his finger. He gave a teasing smile as he moved to take the DVD out. "I understood when you cried during the Titanic, but this is just The Truman Show."

"Don't judge me!," you scolded, cheeks quickly becoming red with embarrassment. "It was frickin' sad! The dude's been stuck in a tv show his whole life and he didn't even know it! That's freaky!"

"It's a Jim Carrey movie," Peter laughed. "How can you cry at a Jim Carrey movie?"

You rolled your eyes and turned away, trying to hide your growing grin. Who was Peter Parker to judge you on how you react to movies anyway? At least this was just a movie. Peter got flustered with everything in real life!

"-And a movie as crappy as this particular Jim Carrey movie too!," he smirked.

You turned around with a loud, overdramatic gasp. "What was that, Parker? Did you just call one of my favorite movies CRAPPY?!"

Peter turned from the DVD player with a small, innocent smile and nodded his head vigorously before sprinting away as he predicted that you would chase after him.

He was right.

"How dare you!," you yelled, quickly jumping into action. "Jim Carrey may be a bit of an overacter, but he's still AWESOME!!"

You were high on adrenaline, running after him with all you had, but it didn't take you long for you to realize that chasing Peter in his own house was a bad idea. It was his home. He knew it like the back of his hand. And you, however, did not.

You bumped into every other corner. The more you ran the more bruises you were probably getting. Until finally after hitting your hip on the kitchen counter, frustrated, you squeezed your eyes shut tight and yelled out, "YOU DON'T HEAR ME JUDGING YOUR CRAPPY STAR WARS MOVIES!!!"

You hadn't seen where he came from or how he got you, but in an instant, Peter was smack dab in your face. "What did you just say?"

Quickly coming to a stop, the corners of your mouth twitched upwards, knowing you'd just hit a nerve. "I said, you don't hear me judging your crappy star wars movies."

He stared, stunned, for a second. ".. you did not just say that," he whispered, more to himself than to you. He turned towards you. "You did not just call one of the best franchises in the universe crappy."

You turned away with a smirk before he gently grabbed you by your arm and whirled you back around. "[Y/N]. Star Wars is ICONIC!"

You rolled your eyes with a light giggle and turned to walk away before you were whirled around again. His eyes looked right into yours, his face holding an extremely serious expression, which of course was nothing but hilarious to you. "Dude, I'm NOT letting you leave this kitchen before you give me a valid reason why Star Wars is bad to you."

You sighed loudly. So he's holding you hostage now, is he? Well, two could play at that game. "Not until you tell me why The Truman Show was so bad," you shot back.

Unfortunately for you, Peter was ready with his reasons.

You stared, dumbfounded as he read them off. "Predictable. Took too long to get where it was trying to go. When it finally got there, it didn't give an actual satisfying ending! Did Sylvia find him after that or not?! And what point was the movie trying to make about the world anyway? That really wasn't clear. Also, I couldn't tell whether some parts were funny or them just trying too hard to be serious. Should I go on?"

"N-no no, you're good," you chirped, your voice cracking a bit. "Didn't know you were such a harsh critic, Pete."

"And your reasons?," Peter asked with a shit-eating grin. He knew you didn't have any.

You scrunched your eyebrows together and stared up to the ceiling. "Umm," you mumbled before you blurted out. "It just seems like classic NERD crap, honestly okay?!?!?!"

Peter dramatically threw his hand to his chest, as if he'd been stabbed. "Ah, you hurt me, babe. How could you?"

You rolled your eyes. "Can we just go back to watching movies, Pete?! My hip frickin' hurts." You shifted slightly while rubbing the your hip with your hand, trying to relieve the pain. Peter noticed and immediately the previous topic of conversation was dropped.

"A-are you okay?! C'mon, let's go sit down.."

You breathed a breath of relief. Thankfully, a dumbass situation stopped due to Peter's relentless helpfulness and need to be a gentleman.

-

An hour later and you were watching Mean Girls now, something both you and Peter could agree on, especially after he'd told you he'd never seen it before.

And how could he have never seen Mean Girls? It was ICONIC!

"Gretchen, stop trying to make fetch happen. It's NOT going to happen..."

"I don't like this Regina character," Peter mumbled as he reached for more popcorn.

"You wouldn't," you chuckled softly.

Peter Parker was a sap and an overall nice guy. Regina George was probably not a character that he would be caught fanboying over.

"I mean," he started again, squinting his eyes at the character on the screen. "Villain characters are supposed to be BADASS. She's just rude."

You threw your head back and laughed, ruffling his hair. "Only you would think that way, Pete."

"And this Cady character," he continued. "She can't honestly think she's doing all of this and is still a good person. How is she a proper protagonist?"

You rolled your eyes and smiled. You hadn't noticed until actually watching a few movies with Peter how much of a movie critic he was. And he took it seriously. "Okay, that's enough rotten tomatoes for one movie, Pete."

Peter shrugged, rolled his eyes, and laid back on the couch. "I'm just calling it like I see it."

He kept quiet after that, just giving grunts, hums, and muttering things at choice times.

When your favorite part came along, Regina getting hit by the bus, you bit your lip with a smile. "Oooh, wait for it," you said lightly slapping Peter's shoulder excitedly. "She's gonna get it."

"So don't act all innocent! You can take that fake apology and shove it right up your hairy-"

Just as the part you were waiting for came, Peter paused the tv.

Quickly, you turned to him, eyes wide. "What'd you do that for?!?! She was gonna get smashed!"

He turned towards you, narrowing his eyes slightly. "So you've never watched Star Wars before?"

You turned to face him. "What?"

"What you said earlier... You said that it seems like nerdy crap," he explained, piecing it all together. " Seems! Meaning that you don't know for a fact meaning that you haven't watched it!"

"Are we seriously still on that,?!" you teased, your smile widening. This whole thing was beyond frivolous to you.

"Well yeah, because it's one of the greatest series ever!"

"It's predictable!"

"It is known for one of the biggest reveals in cinematic HISTORY!"

"What, the 'I-am-your-father' scene? Yeah, totally predictable."

Peter's jaw completely dropped. "Wha- how?!"

"Y'know Vader in German means father, right?," you snickered. "His name is literally Darth father." You picked up a soda, shaking your head slightly. "But yeah, if you must know... I haven't seen Star Wars."

Peter stopped responding. He just stood up and stepped away silently.

"Are you seriously mad over this?," you yelled out, watching him with a frown. "It's just a movie..."

Was he brooding right now? Over something as dumb as Star Wars? Well, you certainly weren't gonna be the person to go after him.

You whipped your head back to the screen in front of you and unpaused the movie, waiting for your friend to come back to sit next to you. It was official, Peter Parker was a nerd bitch.

As the movie went on, eventually you'd forgotten that Peter was even gone.

"The limit does not exist!"

It sucked that he left, but still though, you wouldn't rather be anywhere else. Surrounded by popcorn, pretzels, fruit, fruit roll ups, and practically any snack you could think of. Endlessly watching movies on a Saturday morning. Well, technically it was the afternoon now. But you'd lost track of time by about the sixth movie.

However, there was only so much movies could do for you. As time passed on, it started to weigh on you. You'd come there to see Peter, not Mean Girls. But if there was one thing to get on a nerd's nerves, it would be Star Wars wouldn't it?

Ugghhhhh.

After much anticipation, you finally decided to go up to his room and talk to him.

You turned to walk up the stairs and was immediately collided with a big wall.

Well not a wall, Peter.

And not just Peter. Peter with a gigantic box in his arms.

"Sorry it took me so long, didn't mean to leave you waiting. I was just just trying to find this," he said, tapping the cardboard box with his fingers. "So did you finish the movie?"

"Yeah," you said, looking at the box. "What's in it?"

"Guess I'll finish it myself later then..." He pushed past you and sat the box on the couch.

"What's in the box, Peter?," you repeated, trying to get a good look at it.

"Oh nothing," he said dramatically, taking the Mean Girls DVD out of the DVD player. "Just what will soon be the best 25 hours of your life.."

"25 hours?"

Peter smiled. "That's how long the entire Star Wars trilogy is." He picked up the box cutter. "24 hours and 52 mintues actually, if you're doing the original editions of the original trilogy instead of the special edition." He turned back towards you. "You need a movie-cation and I'm gonna give it to you."

"A movie-cation?"

"Movie education, [Y/N]."

You held your head back and laughed. "Oh my God, Pete.."

He was on his knees in front of you in a second. "C'mon!! Please, it's the best. I promise you won't regret it!"

Ugh. This was it. You were gonna do this. Force yourself through 25 (24: 52, but who's counting?) hours of boredom just to please some guy that wasn't even your boyfriend. I mean, he was practically begging you. God help you.

"Fine! Fine.. I'll watch your lame nerd movie."

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@underoosjae @spn-assemble-seven @of-your-eyes-begonia-skies @parkerpeter24, @audreylovespidey706

[anthropologicalhands]

r/n - i've been working on my backwards walk / there's nowhere else for me to go / except back to you just one last time / say yes before i change my mind

As Rebecca tries to be sanguine about nearing forty, seeing it as a peak rather than a slide into decay (a Naomi-fostered distortion that has proven remarkably difficult to shake), one thing that has comforted Rebecca over the last decade is that with experience, she’s learned how to handle all matter of situations with grace, simply because she’s seen them before.

Revisiting this particular situation, however, is not what she expected.

It starts with an invitation delivered to Rebecca’s house to Hebby’s fifth grade graduation. There wouldn’t be anything strange about such a thing, even after she gets over the orange-and-turquoise astronaut theme (Hebby was going through a bit of a NASA phase), were it not for the fact the invitation was also addressed to Nathaniel.

Rebecca and Nathaniel, specifically.

Still frowning and trying to ignore the weird ringing that just went through her head at the jolt of seeing hers and Nathaniel’s names juxtaposed across a piece of lurid cardstock—like they’re a unit, or something—Rebecca credits herself with just pulling her phone out and calling Darryl directly instead of diving headfirst into a panic spiral.

“Rebecca!” Darryl’s voice booms from the other end of the line, and Rebecca can’t help the reflexive grin—Darryl’s unflagging enthusiasm while raising four daughters remains nothing short than a scientific marvel. “What a surprise. How is my favorite pretzel singer?”

“Hey, Darryl. Quick question for you. I got your card—”

“Isn’t it great? Hebby picked out the colors specially.”

“I’ll bet she did. But that’s not why I was calling, actually. I was wondering if, perchance, you might have had a shortage of such eye-popping invitations?”

“What do you mean?”

“My invitation was addressed to me and Nathaniel, which, I can definitely send him the deets, no problem, but wouldn’t an email be easier?”

“Oh?” She can hear Darryl’s mustache frown from the other end of the phone. “You mean you and Nathaniel aren’t…”

“Well, he doesn’t live here,” snaps Rebecca, a little flustered. “Why would you think that? Why did you think—did he—”

“Hang on,” says Darryl, and she can hear him calling for April, leaving her stuttered rejection hanging.

Are her and Nathaniel—

How is that even a question anymore?

It’s been a decade, and everyone involved with that event has definitively moved forward with their lives. Her and Josh were a definitive ‘no’ from that fateful Valentine’s Day onwards, remaining dear friends instead, and she was very much the ‘cool aunt’ among his own children. Her and Greg had wavered briefly for a bit afterwards, ran into some seriously uncomfortable friction, and it took them the better part of two years to find a good balance. It probably helped that she accidentally connected him to the woman who would become his wife, but that was a story for another day.

And it was a similar story with Nathaniel. He went to Guatemala for two years, came back and split his time between helping at MountainTop and working with some volunteer legal capacity with the local zoos and her and him—

Ah. Well.

Okay, so it wasn’t quite as clearly defined with Nathaniel, beyond the general fact that she wanted him to be happy, and he wanted her to be happy, and generally their relationship since his return had been checking in on each other, making fun of their weird hobbies and still showing up to events that were important to each other. It was all very adult and friendly and open. Their friendship had appropriate limits and boundaries and they supported each other in the respective relationships they had tried over the years, and it was very platonic…

Well. Except when it wasn’t. There hadn’t been a repeat of the Mona incident ever, and Rebecca could honestly say that she really liked a couple of the long-term girlfriends he’d introduced to them since then, and was genuinely regretful when those relationships ended. Especially for Sylvia, the LA Zoo curator who had to move for her career. Not that the regret wasn’t complicated by other factors, like when Nathaniel had admitted privately to Rebecca later that as much as he liked Sylvia, he just couldn’t see himself leaving California again.

She didn’t get butterflies at that, exactly, because but there had been a comfort in knowing that Nathaniel was content to remain in her orbit.

Again, not entirely uncomplicated. But it was nothing beyond the usual messy spectrum of human emotion internally, and never acted on externally.

She’s dated on and off as suited her libido and her schedule and her desire to find a life partner. She’s had relationships that got serious enough to talk about the future on and off, but they’ve all ended too for reasons inherent to those dynamics themselves. Nathaniel had been a good friend while they were going on, and a shoulder to cry on after, and well, okay, they might have fallen back into bed together a few times over the years, but they never pretended that it was either more than it was or that it was some forbidden thing that wouldn’t happen again. It was what it was.

Well. And they hung out, sometimes. And occasionally were each other’s plus-ones to public events. And friends’ weddings. And quite possibly—

Hm.

It really, really doesn’t help her case that she’s going to see him tonight, either.

“Rebecca?” Darryl tears her out of her thoughts. “Sorry about that! I think there was just a mistake at the stationary shop and they put your cards in together. What are the odds? I might need to call the other parents on the list, just to make sure that they got theirs all right. Could you take that one to Nathaniel? I don’t know if it’s out of your way—”

“Not at all!” says Rebecca, smiling with all of her teeth even though Darryl can’t see her, her cheeks aching. “Not even remotely.”

“Good,” says Darryl, and she can hear him beaming from the other side of the line.

~

“So, a funny thing happened on the way to your apartment…”

“That’s ominous,” comments Nathaniel, taking the bag of groceries she shoves at him without complaint as he closes the door behind her. Rebecca kicks off her shoes and toes them out of the walkway, abiding by Nathaniel’s still oft-repeated entreaties to not leave her personal belongings strewn entirely across his apartment.

“It’s not ominous so much as luminous,” says Rebecca, reaching into her purse and withdrawing Hebby’s invitation with a little flourish of the wrist. “Well, fluorescent.”

“Oh my god.”

Nathaniel accepts the card and flicks it open, scanning through the cheerful, only slightly grammatically incorrect message, and cannot quite suppress an amused huff of laughter. Rebecca hides her own smile as she turns away to set her purse on the very useful hook Nathaniel installed for her own use. Like herself, Nathaniel has a soft spot for Hebby, despite his continued awkwardness around children.

“Right? She gets that from Darryl for sure.”

“I don’t know, I remember someone showing up in some pink and purple eyesore into a law firm the very first day I met her.”

“You just didn’t know fun when you saw it,” says Rebecca instead, perching on the edge of the couch. “But it was funny. I was worried for a second that he thought that we were a couple or something. How weird is that?”

She is completely, totally casual in her delivery of that line, she knows. A decade in community theater and singing gigs have certainly finetuned her ability to turn a phrase, if nothing else. But something must be slightly offkey, because Nathaniel snaps up from marveling at the card to eye her suspiciously.

“Very weird,” he says, after a slightly-too-long pause. “Do we seem like a couple? Why would we seem like a couple when we aren’t a couple?”

“That’s exactly what I thought!” She punches him companionably on the arm; apparently too hard, if the way he winces and rubs at his bicep is any consideration.

(She’s been taking workout classes with Valencia—she deserves something for all that pain.)

“But it’s probably nothing,” she adds, determined to address this weird little misstep directly, because they are both too old to be having any kinds of weird misunderstandings anymore. “We’re close. We have our own rhythm, our own special two step. No wonder Darryl got confused.”

“He’s getting old,” says Nathaniel.

“Dude, c’mon.”

“What? It’s true.”

“What about you, Mister Gray?” Rebecca challenges. Nathaniel pulls a face in response, clearly fighting the urge to brush his hand through the aforementioned silvering at his temples.

(He wasn’t quite vain enough to dye his hair yet, though Rebecca credits his restraint to the fact that she would never let him hear the end of it.)

“It’s just a couple of hairs,” he says inconsequentially, as though it hasn’t been long established that between the two of them, he’s the one with the greater fear of aging, and therefore in far more danger of aging gracelessly.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Rebecca hops off the couch and grabs him by the elbow. “Now c’mon, let’s make sure make these sweet potatoes are not oh-sweet-pies-don’t!”

~

Heading over to Nathaniel’s place had left Rebecca feeling on edge, not quite sure how to process the idea of someone, anyone, considering her and Nathaniel as a potential couple this late in the game.

Nothing is more grounding, however, than seeing Nathaniel being clearly so off kilter, missing steps in what should be a well-worn dance of theirs by now. Dancing has always been their thing—where they once threw each other off at every possible moment, shaking up their convictions about life and happiness and how that concept could exist within their previously compartmentalized existences. Now, they were familiar with each other. Comfortable. Predictable.

They knew each other’s moves now, which means that she could see Nathaniel’s as clear as water.

He’s unfocused during dinner, a little erratic in his answers, jittery, as if he’s had too much coffee. It’s putting her off her rhythm, and while she knows that not everything in life needs to be a big song and dance production, there does need to be some kind of continuity.

This evening was supposed to be easygoing and relaxing. And, yes, probably beneficial in that very particular friends-with-benefits way. But since that clearly wasn’t going to happen, they needed to execute a sharp left turn and get this all settled.

“Nathaniel?” she repeats, for the third time.

“Hm?”

“Are you getting hard of hearing in your old age?” He scowls deeply at her in response. “Yeah, yeah, I had to ask. So, what’s bugging you?”

He’s silent for a long minute. “Just something ridiculous.”

“Yeah?”

He shakes his head. “We don’t need to go through it again. It’s just spinning in circles around the same old subject.”

“Try a jazz square then.”

That startles a laugh out of him, much to Rebecca’s satisfaction. Good to know that she still has some capacity for surprise with him. She continues, “You know that move, right? Don’t tell me you forgot about Connie.”

“Are you kidding? I still have nightmares about her scarf strangling me to death.”

“Dark.”

“She was terrifying.”

“Yeah.” They sit in companionable silence. Then Nathaniel sighs.

“Sorry I’m being weird. I just…hearing that from you, I always thought it would just be a good laugh. You know, ridiculous to even think about romance again. But it made me feel weird instead, so now I’m acting slightly weird.”

“I wouldn’t say slightly,” teases Rebecca, unable to resist. Nathaniel doesn’t return her smile.

“Rebecca, I like where we are. I like that our relationship isn’t a big production anymore.”

“Don’t get me wrong—I love drama on the stage, but that’s definitely where it should stay.” She drums her fingers on her thigh, subconsciously tapping out a tune that’s been giving her trouble these last few weeks. “We can learn new steps, you know. Old dogs, new tricks? That doesn’t only apply to the bedroom.”

Nathaniel (again, predictably) groans.

“Aren’t you getting too old to have such a dirty mind?” But he’s smiling, now.

“Nah. I fully intend to be a filthy old woman. But seriously,” she adds, moving to sit besides him on the couch. “If just the thought of other people thinking that we’re a couple again is enough to send us both off balance, we need to center ourselves. Maybe it’s something worth talking about. What do you say?”

She reaches out and grabs his hand, and starts to tap a rhythm against his large palm—one of the first she ever composed, the first one her friends ever danced to. After a moment, he taps back, completing it.

“Yes.”