#this is such a simple little thing but neither of them notice the other's reactions and little showcases of their crushes and shit and I 😭

[aberooski]

Very minor spoiler for the Mario crossover, literally the tiniest thing but I'm crying but also kicking my feet in the air and giggling over it.

At the end of the first chapter Toad tells the trio to follow him after Alexis asks for their help finding a way home. After some deliberation, Alexis follows and gestures for Chazz and Atty to follow. Atticus then obliges, thanking the Toads for their help and commenting how it was a pleasure to meet them and walks off after her, at which time he grabs Chazz by the hand and pulls him along after Alexis and Toad. Chazz just stares ahead at Atticus for a second as they follow and blushes, taken aback by the abrupt hand holding.

They also exchange a tiny bit of banter in which Atty comments that the Toads mistaking Chazz for a prince because of his last name is adorable, and proceeds to refer to Chazz in a teasing manner as "your highness" and Chazz is unamused and it's a cute silly moment 😊

And in what I have of the beginning of the second chapter, Chazz takes his hand away from Atty's to point at Merlon's house since the roof spins and that's not at all normal and he's very confused by it. In response, Atticus looks back at him, kinda low-key bummed that they're not holding hands anymore and quickly looks away before Chazz notices him looking.

[onlyhereforthestories]

Bumpy History - Part 3 (Aitana x Reader)

And here you have it. Little bit of a shorter part but I builds up nicely to the final part which will be out later this week!

The next morning, you and Aitana arrived at the training ground early. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm, golden hue over the field. The rest of your teammates were slowly trickling in, chatting and stretching as they prepared for the day's training session. You and Aitana had been messaging a little the previous evening about what you were going to do today so you couldn’t help but exchange a mischievous glance with the midfielder as Jona explained the drill. The smirk you received in return let you know Aitana was thinking the same thing, it was time to surprise your teammates.

They drill started off as simple back and forth ground passes in a small area to move around, the two of you knocked the ball back and forth to each other effortlessly catching the eye of some of your teammates already. As you moved around the crowded area, your movements were synchronised and you always knew where each other would be, like you could read each other’s minds. You chanced a glance up at some of your teammates around you and caught Pina with her mouth wide open staring at the two of you as her ball zipped past her foot.

Jona called time on the drill, but you and your new passing partner had other ideas, instead of following the rest of the girls for a drinks break, you two decided to start pinging the ball back and forth in the air. "Nice one, partner!" you exclaimed, sending the ball back to her with a dink in the air. Aitana deftly controlled the ball with her chest and volleyed it back to you. "You're not too bad yourself," she replied with a wink.

All your teammates were baffled by the change, it was strange to see you two even work together let alone getting alone so well. They had never seen Aitana interact like this with anyone, let alone with someone she had seemingly avoided for so long. The fact that you were both laughing and joking during training left them in a state of pure shock.

As training continued, you and Aitana kept up the playful banter. You pulled off a fancy flick pass, and Aitana pretended to be utterly impressed, clapping her hands dramatically as she ran passed you onto the end of the ball you just flicked. Your teammates were now openly staring at you both.

At the end of the training session, Jona approached the two of you as you grabbed a drink and giggled about the shock you had caused. "You two seem to be having fun out there," he remarked with a raised eyebrow.

Aitana and you exchanged knowing glances before breaking into grins. "Just trying to keep things interesting, coach," you replied.

Jona chuckled and nodded. "Well, keep it up. It's good to see you both working well together. It makes my life easier when two of my best players are on the same wavelength." You both exchanged as little glance before grinning at the man who patted you both on the shoulder as he walked away.

As you packed up your stuff in the changing room, you couldn't help but giggle at the still shocked expressions on your teammates' faces. You and Aitana weren’t even trying to shock them anymore, neither of you speaking as you put your boots away, but they were all still watching you and mumbling to one another. You took no notice and said your goodbyes as you went to walk out the room, Aitana hot on your heals.

With every passing day, it felt like you and Aitana were breaking down the barriers between you, building not just a partnership on the field but a genuine friendship off of it. And the shocked reactions from your teammates? Well, that was just a bonus.

The game you had just finished had been a tense one, it took your team a while to find their feet but you had managed to get the job done thanks to a beautiful goal from Aitana. As you headed back in through the tunnel and into the locker room, it was quickly filled with a mix of jubilation and exhaustion as your teammates celebrated the hard-fought win. You quickly showered and changed into more comfortable clothes, knowing that you needed to head home soon.

As you exited the locker room, kit bag slung over your shoulder, you were surprised to see Aitana waiting in the hallway. She looked slightly nervous, fidgeting with her phone and glancing your way every so often. You approached her with a smile. "Hey, Aitana. Great game today, thank god for you. We needed that wondergoal today their defence was just so frustrating to try and break down."

Aitana's eyes lit up as she saw you approaching, something you weren’t sure you were actually seeing or imagining. "Yeah, it was a team effort though couldn’t have scored without the amazing ball through. You played really well too, Y/n."

You blushed, the compliment catching you off guard. "Thank you. But as you said, it was a team effort."

Aitana cleared her throat, her nervousness returning. "Listen, I was wondering if, I mean would you like to grab a coffee or something? Only, if you're not too busy that is." She stuttered her way though the question which you couldn’t tell her but you found incredibly endearing.

You were a little taken aback though by the invitation. It was the first time Aitana had made such an effort to spend time with you outside of football. "Coffee sounds great," you replied with a warm smile. "I'm not busy at all."

Aitana visibly relaxed, relieved that you had accepted her offer. "Awesome! There's a café not far from here. We can walk there if you're up for it." You agreed, and together you made your way to the café. The walk was filled with easy conversation, a far cry from the tension that had once defined your interactions.

The café had a cosy atmosphere, and you both settled into a corner booth with your coffee orders. As you sipped your drinks and chatted, you noticed that Aitana seemed more open and relaxed than you'd ever seen her before. It was a pleasant surprise, and you realized that perhaps the walls that once stopped any positive interaction between you two were finally coming down. The conversation flowed and neither of you spoke more than the other, there was equal back and forth and everything was easy to speak about. You had just calmed down from the giggle fit Aitana had sent you in after she told you about her mishap in the kitchen a couple days prior, when she excused herself to use the bathroom.

This gave you a few minutes to think about what was happening and to you it felt like the start of something new and exciting, a real genuine connection and possible friendship with the Spanish midfielder was blooming in your eyes and it had been a long time coming really.

After your coffee date, you both left the café with smiles on your faces. Aitana walked you back to your car, and as you said your goodbyes, she hesitated for a moment. "Y/n, I had a really great time today," she said, looking into your eyes with a warm sincerity. "I hope we can do this again sometime."

You nodded, your heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. "I'd love that, Aitana. Let's make it a regular thing." With a grin and a brief hug goodbye, you both went your separate ways, looking forward to more coffee dates and exploring the growing connection between the two of you.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

I just read this and 🥹🥹

https://www.tumblr.com/lovelettersforthedamned/736383346194694144/okay-this-request-might-be-a-little-specific-and

Could you do a part two?? Where Peter finally knows from her telling him because he’s still worried something is wrong between?

The Parkers

--genre: FLUFF, slight angst

--pairing: husband!tasm!peter parker x pregnant!wife!reader

--word count: 0.9k

--warnings: language, reader is pregnant, anxiety, one mention of nausea, FLUFF, peter loves his wife and her overthinking so much.

lowkey was waiting for someone to ask for a part two because i love this fic so much...

It was half past nine when you and Peter decided to head back home. The party was winding down, and after a cleaning up, May seemed like she was ready to hit the hay as well. With one last hug for everyone left in the living room, Peter leads you out the front door. 

As soon as the two of you stepped into the night, a shiver ran up both of your spines. A quick glance at each other signaled that it was absolutely freezing. Peter immediately pulls you into his side and starts to rub his hand along your arm at a fast pace, a simple attempt at trying to warm you up. You giggle at his action, looking up at him and his now rosy cheeks, admiring your husband. 

You must have not noticed how long you were silent, Peter broke it, “You sure you’re alright, bug?” Peter still thinks that there’s something wrong between the two of you. The thought was eating him alive as you’ve been silent the entire walk home. 

Your body tenses at his question, and with you still pulled into his side, he felt it too. May’s get-together was a good distraction from the very real situation you’ve found yourself in, and Peter's question brought back all the anxiety you felt earlier today. The hairs on his arms raised at the sudden nervousness radiating off of you. Even though your anxiety is urging him to speak, he allows you the time to respond. “Oh–um…Yeah, everything’s alright. I just need to talk to you about something,” your voice wavering, didn’t help either your or Peter’s feelings right now. 

Peter clears his throat, “Yeah, what’s going on?”

All of a sudden, you feel hot. Even a thin sheen of sweat appears on your brow, but the last thing you want is for Peter to let go of you. Your pace slows as you muster up the courage to tell him about everything, the test, the nausea, the conversation with Miriam, all of it. “Peter, I-I’m,” you take a sharp and deep breath, not daring to look anywhere but the pavement, “I’m pregnant.”

And still, with the words leaving the tightness of your throat, you still don’t feel any better. As you wait for any sort of response from Peter, you feel worse. 

You finally pry your eyes away from the gray cement and to the warm brown eyes of your husband. You two look at each other for a prolonged moment. You’re so nervous, but you can’t bear to pull yourself out of the trance of Peter’s eyes. 

You sigh, as you begin to speak, more like ramble, again, “Fuck, I know I should have told you as soon as I found out this morning, but I was, still am, nervous. And I also know I have no reason to be nervous, especially around you, but everything about this scares the shit out of me, but it also makes me so excited? I just have a lot of emotions right now, and I don’t know how to–.”

You're quickly enveloped in a bone-crushing hug, Peter rocking you two back and forth. He lets go of you as he brings both of his hands up to your face, “I’m gonna be a dad?” 

His entire reaction throws you off guard as you look at his features, “Uh…yeah, Pete. You’re gonna be a dad.”

A little giggle leaves his mouth before he leans his head down to kiss you softly, but passionately. The tenseness in your shoulders dissolves as you kiss him back. You two probably look crazy to others walking or driving down the street, but neither of you cared for them. 

With one last peck, Peter pulls away from your lips with a wide smile on his face. He brushes a stray hair that fell into your face behind your ear as his eyebrows furrow, “Why were you so nervous baby?”

“I don’t know,” you start, “I know that we’ve talked about kids before, but now, it’s real and I didn’t know how you were going to react.”

“Oh, bug. I will always stand by you and with you through whatever life throws at us. This is pretty big, but I fully believe that you’re capable of amazing things like being a mother, and with me, raising a family. I love you so so much (Y/N). Forever and ever.”

Peter always can bring a tear to your eye just off the way he loves you. You never knew how much you could love someone until you met Peter, and you were silly for ever thinking that his love for you would dull due to something like this. 

“You know, Miriam caught onto me earlier today?”

He leads you into a casual stroll as he recoils in disbelief, “No way. You just found out, how could she know?”

You shrug, “Said she could ‘see it in my face’.”

Peter laughs, grabbing ahold of your hand, and giving it a soft squeeze, “Maybe she’s magic…You know, May said that she once knew if her patient’s baby was a boy or a girl. And she was right.”

“Well,” you look at your husband, “we know who we need to go to when one of us wants to buy a lottery ticket!”

--author's note: EEEKKK!!! YAY A PART TWOOOO!!!!! peter loves reader so much omg its sickening. i need to write dad!peter more bc damn, i need him. be sure to like, comment, and reblog if you love what you see. my asks/inbox is open to send requests!!! ok, bye ily<3333

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

A meddling high king

Elrond x Male!Elf!Reader

Summary:High King Gil-Galad conspires to bring his herald closer to one of his guards

Just a short one while I figure stuff out for By Moonlight! I might want to do some rings of power requests soon, I have a few smutty ideas ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧

Heavy is the head that wears the crown and Gil-Galad's head certainly felt like lead these days. With Galadriel's concerns and pointless meetings with ambitious courtiers he felt he was well justified in making a little bit of fun.

His newest project had been born of an old bit of entertainment grown stale. Despite his heralds silver tongue he had yet to woo the object of his affection. In fact as of late Gil-Galad had become convinced Elrond may not even realise his own feelings. How he could remain so oblivious was beyond him however. As every eloquent word seemed to leave Elrond in the presence of one of Lindon's guards.

Gil-Galad was fond of this guard himself, though it was an entirely platonic appreciation. He was just a very calming presence. No fawning or awkwardness under the scrutiny of his High King, just a dutiful quiet man. Though Gil-Galad was far too observant not to notice his albeit subtle reactions to Elrond's presence.

Just last week he'd watched as Elrond took notes in a meeting with a rather dull member of the court. Y/n had stood against the wall, ready for his call but Gil-Galad noted his eyes shifting back to his herald as the hours dragged on.

Then Elrond had paused in his note taking. His curls had fallen into his face, haven grown long as of late. He swept them back, his fingers splaying and running through the waves and just for a moment Gil-Galad watched his guard stiffen.

Then not two days prior Gil-Galad had spied Elrond's attempts at conversation with the man. The ellon who wrote his speeches, who prided himself on his recall of poetry and prose, now fumbled over simple small talk.

Gil-Galad believed he'd meant to make some comment on the unseasonable chill but had somehow so expertly fumbled his words as to imply his guard was standoffish and cold. Then in a spectacular display of stuttered half sentences manged to call him foolish and then trip over the low wall of the garden.

Any man would've been right to let him land face first in the shrubbery but not Y/n. He'd instead caught the buffoon and pulled him swiftly to his feet and right into his arms. Then as if he couldn't have made Elrond blush deeper he'd laughed heartily. Such a sudden and melodic sound that Gil-Galad himself was surprised it came from his quiet guard. Then to seal the deal had told the quickly reddening ellon that any day would be warmed by his company.

Yet, Gil-Galad noted, neither had made any move to begin a courtship. He supposed his guard may feel it inappropriate to engage in such behaviour with another in service to himself. Though perhaps not, as Gil-Galad had approved of many such unions in his presence. So it may be something a lot simpler though uncharacteristic of a man he'd seen leap into ravenous warg's path without a second thought.

He was scared.

Thus, as all things, it seemed to fall into Gil-Galad's hands to rectify the situation. So when opportunity struck he sent his favoured guard along side Elrond and Celebrimbor. Gil-Galad smiled into his goblet at the thought of the journey. Of Elrond and Y/n spending hours trekking together. Growing comfortable in each others presence.

He could just imagine Elrond's flushed expression when they'd arrive at Eregion. Where a Lord's duties would pull Celebrimbor from the group and leave them alone at last. Would they stroll together in the cities gardens? Take a trip past the bridge to lunch at the river banks? Could Elrond steady his heart long enough to recite a few verses?Would he come to see Y/n's admiration? Whatever they did he did not suppose it mattered, after all they'd be in each others company and that'd be enough.

[rafegf-real]

A Night to Remember

Summary: Reader plans a special birthday night for Drew, starting with a cozy dinner that leads to a night filled with passion and romance.

SMAU (erm it’s not smutty sorry 🤙)

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD MAN, 👴

START

The night had started off simple—dinner at home, soft music playing in the background, and candles casting a warm glow over the table. You’d both laughed and talked for hours, reminiscing over memories, enjoying the little glances and touches exchanged across the table. But as you cleared the plates, Drew noticed something different in the way you looked at him. There was a spark, a hidden promise in your eyes, and he couldn’t help but grin as you led him down the hallway to your bedroom.

Waiting for him was a gift box on the bed. He raised an eyebrow as he opened it, pulling out a satin robe and a note, your neat handwriting scribbled with a playful message: Only for tonight. Be good and I’ll be better.

When he looks up at you, his eyes are darker, a flicker of excitement running through him as he watches you pull him closer. Your hands slide over his shoulders as you help him into the robe, fingers tracing over the smooth material and his warm skin beneath. The air between you grows heavier as you lean in, pressing a slow kiss to his jaw, feeling him sigh softly as his hands find your waist, pulling you in closer until there’s nothing but warmth and anticipation between you.

Drew’s hands are gentle but eager as they explore, moving from your waist to the delicate straps of the satin piece you’re wearing. His fingers hook around them, slowly sliding them off your shoulders as he watches your reaction, taking in every little shiver and sigh. His mouth follows, pressing warm kisses along your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers, “You’re so beautiful.”

He moves slowly, savoring every touch, every kiss, like he wants this moment to last forever. The way his lips press against your skin, how his hands grip you just tightly enough, sends a thrill through you, leaving you wanting more. You let yourself get lost in the way he feels, the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters.

The night becomes a blur of soft gasps, tangled sheets, and whispered promises as you both lose yourselves in each other, taking your time, making every second count. Drew’s hands never leave you, his touch tender and reassuring, grounding you even as the intensity of the moment pulls you both under. Hours pass, and neither of you notices the time as you drift together, letting the world fall away.

When morning comes, you’re both wrapped in each other, tired but content, feeling like you’ve both shared something more than just a birthday.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

spider-man!ethan hc!!!

ethan landry masterlist

- when he first came to your place fucking wrecked (bleeding from a bunch of cuts. suit ripped in so many places. black eye forming) you had two reactions. 1. panicked 2. wanting to throw up. we are not medical professionals in this house hold, hell no.

“y/n, it’s- it’s okay.” ethan’s voice weak and his body folding over. “ethan it’s not fucking okay! you need a hospital!” “no! no hospital. just- just get a first aid kit.” “i don’t even think we own one and i’m not a fucking doctor. i’m not doing any stitches, you’re gonna suck it up and do them yourself.” and you left your room looking around your apartment for any type of medical supplies.

- ethan either is constantly talking, throwing jokes at the bad guys. it’s mostly when he’s in a good mood or blabbering as his own distraction when fighting. but when he’s really pissed off (like if someone hurts you🫣) he goes silent and doesn’t hold back his strength (well more like he’s doing 85% than his usual…45%?)

- his first year of being spider-man (complete suit and alias recognized by the public) he was dealing with some purse snatchers on 11th and franklin (i’m not from NY leave me alone!!!!) so when he webbed them up and handed the bag back to the single mother he turned on his heel, ready to swing away, but his eyes found you in the dissipating crowd. mouth lightly parted, a slight breeze playing with your hair as you held the straps of your school bag. (he fell in love again and you kinda grew an interest in this bug hero)

- ethan’s really sweet to kids when they come up to him as he’s spider-man (you know that AG SM bts where he’s playing basketball with some kids?? ethan would do something like that)

“mr. spider-man?” ethan turned at the little voice and crouched to be eye to mask level with the adorable little boy and girl duo. “what can i do for the both of you?” the little girl had glossy eyes and the boy was holding her hand, “we got lost on the way to the library. our mom said to go there after school so she can take us home. can you take us? i’m the big brother, i’m supposed to keep us safe.” ethan smiled brightly under his mask, eyes barely squinting from the action. “and you did the right thing to come to me for help. i can carry the both of you to the library, that okay?” the boy beamed and the girl perked up, tears no longer staining her round brown eyes. so ethan scooped the both of them like nothing and walked the two blocks to the library making simple conversation.

- okay so after you guys start dating (go read A Spiders Bite, same world) nothing changed too much from your previous dynamic. just a few things were new and something to get used to doing (kissing, hand holding, touching both intimately and lingering, going on explicitly stated dates, stealing ethan’s clothes, sometimes wearing the suit and getting…frisky with each other) but honestly with how much you wanted each other, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself

“i think i’m gonna barf,” mindy commented to tara. the two of them were walking through the campus and then tara started to smack mindy’s shoulder repeatedly then pointed at the green grass and to a big oak tree keeping the summer shade away. mindy was about to ask what was so interesting about a gross couple sucking face with the girl sitting in the boys lap when tara almost screamed, “it’s fucking ethan and y/n! holy shit!” neither of you told your friends about your relationship yet. the group chat was a fucking town hall meeting with the spam texts.

- you buy a bunch of spider-man themed items. shirts, toys, plushies, cards, makeup collabs, even bandaids!

“i think you’re my stalker at this point,” ethan joked when he walked into your room one day and noticed the new spider-man blanket and pillow set. “didn’t know you wanted to sleep with spider-man this much, almost starting to feel like the other woman when i’m the boyfriend….AND HE’S ME!!!”

- okay, so let’s say the symbiote came down to earth and ethan’s dealing with evil scientists where they are studying the substance and it attaches itself to ethan. so we know it changes the host personality (SM3 nightmare) so ethan’s personality would definitely be a bit like his ghostface reveal (too cocky and for sure an asshole for no reason. and it hurts you cause where did your sweet and awkward boyfriend go?)

“ethan, what’s up with you? what’s this new…personality?” ambushing him at his house, needing to get to the bottom of this. ethan laid on his bed scrolling through his phone and ignoring you. “ethan, stop being a fucking asshole. this isn’t you.” “well maybe this is the new me so get used to it sweetheart.” and he said the usually loving pet name with such a douche bag tone it made your blood boil. “fine. don’t fucking talk to me until you get your shit together. i don’t want to see or hear from you, landry.” and you slammed his door on the way out, tears stinging your eyes.

- okay, leaving emo ethan alone for now. back to sunshine ethan! ethan still has trouble sticking up for himself so you’re his protector, just like you said in 7th grade. (he asked for no pickles. a 6’2 muscled boy standing behind you trying to make himself smaller)

“damn…” ethan muttered as he inspected his food. “what?” you asked around the fry in your mouth. “uh, nothing. just didn’t cook my burger right. it’s- it’s fine. no- no, y/n-“ “excuse me, sorry,” you flagged down your waitress and politely ask if they could remake ethan’s burger. and when you looked back to ethan his cheeks were turning red with embarrassment and you were about to apologize if that bothered him, but he just set a hand over yours and said “thank you. wouldn’t have enjoyed my food as much.”

- chad is a spider-man FANBOY AND HE WILL DENY IT BUT ITS TRUE. and it makes ethan flustered.

“chad just say you want to date spider-man.” mindy teased her twin. you were sat beside ethan at the table and noted how his eyes widened at her comment. you couldn’t help your quiet chuckle while chad tried to defend himself. “fuck off, mindy. he just seems like a cool dude. saving the city, friendly with the civilians, probably could bench press a car, bet he gets all the ladies-“ “okay, okay chad. stop talking about your crush.” and ethan’s ears turned red. you leaned into his side and whispered in his ear, “chad is your hall pass if you want.” and ethan fully wanted to die.

- okay another symbiote moment. so in the Spectacular SM peter becomes the host for the goo and there’s a fight with him and the sinister six, but then we find out he was asleep and the symbiote was using him like a puppet. so same thing with ethan. he’s asleep at your house him the big spoon you the little spoon (he likes being little spoon when he’s had a ROUGH day) so you wake up sometime in the night and when you look at the time it shows 3:38am and ethan is not beside you. so you look around the place and he’s nowhere, it makes you worry and angry. he’s never left this late at night, he’s usually always beside you the next morning. so when he is back in bed later that morning you question him.

“ethan where were you?” voice scratching from just waking up. you turned over in your messy bed to face ethan’s sleep puffy face. he groaned and his brows scrunched, “what are you talking about?” voice thick and deep, and usually that’d make you smother ethan in kisses, but you reworded your question. “last night. you disappeared around 3:40, where’d you go?” hoping it wasn’t the answer you were conjuring up. he inhaled deeply, “i didn’t go anywhere. was here the whole night.” “okay, now your just gaslighting me. why? with some side chick who’s got the hots for spider-man?” (possible black cat mention🤔) ethan couldn’t help the huffed laugh and that made you frown further, “i’m serious ethan. were you with some other girl?” and that fully woke ethan up, “no! no, sweetheart i swear i didn’t go anywhere. i mean, maybe i had a sleep walking moment, but i swear i wouldn’t purposely leave you at night.” his eyes a panic as he reached his hands to your waist and pulled you closer. you weren’t sure if you fully believed him, but you knew with certainty by his voice that he wasn’t cheating on you. “you know, i had the weirdness dream.” “what kind of dream?” “i was in central park at night and i’m dressed in a black spider-man suit fighting off doc ock, electro, scorpion, and sandman. really fucking weird.” and when you checked your phone later that day to see video footage from last night showing the exact description ethan gave you, you knew something was wrong.

- okay okay, i need more fluff to balance this growing angst. for halloween the both of you did a couples costume of han solo and princess leia (god i’m so fucking lonely😭)

“should of done luke instead,” mindy randomly commented. you replied, “you do know luke and leia are siblings, right?” she shrugged her shoulders, “seems more like luke than a han.” ethan couldn’t help butting in now, “what’s that mean?” “i think you know, chanel boots.” and walked away leaving the two of you speechless.

- you want to adopt a puppy, ethan wants a cat. so you get a potted plant. it dies after a week. “we’re not gonna be good parents” ethan said seriously while you couldn’t help chuckling behind your hand.

- okay i gotta bring up the upside down kiss, COME ON!!!! so your walking down the alleyway of your apartment dropping off your trash (idk something for you to be in alley) and your kinda distracted until a web shoots at your shirt and gives a tug.

“ethan! i really like this shirt,” you whined while pulling at the sticking substance. he tugged you closer and his boyish giggles sang into your ears, “sorry, sorry. you were a bit zoned out, didn’t want to spook you.” “and this was better?” “…eh” you walk closer to there he’s hangin from a web upside down, “really embracing the spider, spider-man.” teasing how his feet sat on the webbing as he held tightly, “aren’t you gonna get light headed?” “no, doesn’t affect me anymore” “lucky bastard” he chuckled some more and you walked closer to be face to face. he was a bit lower, big eyes sitting near your chin. you raised your hands to hold the sides of his face feeling the raised bits of fabric on his mask. “you know, i’ve always wanted to kiss a superhero. kinda a wild fantasy that was hard to fulfill.” voice dropping to a seductive coo with your thumbs tracing over his masked cheeks. ethan was quiet and then, “well, what kind of hero would i be if i didn’t help a beautiful civilian?” his voice also lowered and the masked covered up any signs of red blooming atop his skin. “can i pull your mask up, spider-man?” (y’all be KINKY!!!!) “just over the nose, gotta keep my identity.” you bit into your bottom lip while smiling, “of course.” your fingers slipped below the seam of his mask and teasingly rolled it until only his chin, parted mouth, and tip of his nose were visible. “you have lovely lips.” something you say all the time to ethan. his upside down mouth smiled, “and they are pretty lonely. so if you could plant one on me sweetheart, i’d really appreciate that.” and who were you to deny the friendly neighborhood spider-man of such a request? it was definitely a bit weird with the new angle, but the two of you simple feel into your usual rhythm. (i don’t feel like describing it, i’m sorry) when you pulled away first slowly you kept your eyes closed, letting the lingering tingle wash over you. finally when you opened them and look at ethan he fully said, “that was hot. we gotta do that more often.” and you fully agree.

[altschmerzes]

happy hanukkah, chag sameach everyone!!! here's a clip from far, far ahead in wriggle up on dry land, my ted lasso au where jamie's 15 and the groundsman's assistant when the story begins. at this point of the story he is 17 and he lives with ted - for. reasons. - and ted and roy have essentially ended up co-parenting him, which has been a learning process for everyone. this is their first real holiday season together, and the first time roy has decided to celebrate hanukkah of his own initiative (not with phoebe and his sister) in a long time.

The mulish determination that had carried Roy all the way through talking to Sarah and going to the little judaica store she’d given him the address of and getting everything set up disappears as soon as there’s someone else in the house. He hovers awkwardly near the doorway and watches while Ted and Jamie shuck off their coats and Ted nudges the kid to remind him to take his shoes off inside. They’ve both been in his house before, more times than he can count by this point, but somehow the experience feels new and unpredictable. Neither Ted nor Jamie seem to notice, chattering to each other about whatever they’d been talking about before they got here, but Roy can’t escape it. The feeling is loud and cloying and he can’t turn it off.

Just as Roy is about to conclude this entire thing had been a mistake and he should call it off right now, he realizes that the new arrivals have left him behind in his own entryway, moving on into the dining room where-

Well. Roy hurries after them and comes to an abrupt stop in the doorway. Ted’s got his hands tucked into his pockets and he looks at Roy with a warm, knowing smile that Roy resents on principle. Jamie is staring at the table, stopped in place like he can’t quite comprehend what he’s seeing. It’s an understandable reaction. A menorah was to be expected. Three of them is… Three of them is something else.

They’re lined up in a neat little row on the table, candles already placed in the farthest corners and the middles, a lighter laying nearby in anticipation of what’s coming next. The one on the left end is simple and traditional, the first one that Roy had grabbed. It reminded him of the one his grandparents had, the one that is probably in the window at Sarah’s house right now, already lit. In the middle sits a short menorah, a flat row of silver candle holders with the shamash slightly raised at the centre of them, and a colourful pattern on a panel behind them. Red pomegranates are set against a blue background and the whole thing had reminded him of Richmond. The last, on the right, is elegantly shaped silver metal, a trunk and the reaching branches of a little tree. It had taken Roy a long time to choose it. Dissatisfied with the options, he’d been about to give up and choose one at random when he’d spotted it, tucked away at the back of the shelf. As soon as he’d seen it, he’d known it was the one he wanted - on the way out of the store he’d thought to himself Do they even have trees in fucking Kansas? And then he’d been so irritated at what an insane thing that was to worry about that he’d nearly tripped over a crack in the pavement.

Finally tearing his eyes away from the table, Jamie glances over this shoulder at Roy. He looks confused, a little uncertain, like he’s got a question but he doesn’t want to ask it. The story he’d told about spending Hanukkah with his friend Ash’s family pops into Roy’s mind and he wonders if this is a setup Jamie recognizes, if he’s counted the menorahs on the table and done the simple math and realized what that meant. Then again, this is Jamie. That kind of conclusion is not one he can be relied on to reach himself, and so Roy is going to have to explain.

“That’s what we did,” Roy forces out eventually. His voice sounds thick and stony even to his own ears and he stops, swallowing hard before he tries again. The last thing he wants is to sound resentful, or angry, or any of the other things he knows he sounds when he’s emotional - embarrassed, this time. Anxious for their reactions, for this display of the thinness of his own life, his lack of substance that he’d needed to go out and buy these new and Googled it three times before he was sure he’d put the candles in the right end.

“In my family,” he says, faintly pleased that it comes out softer than before, gentler and less intense. “And in a lot of families. Don’t know about your friend Ash, but… But that’s what we did, and a lot of people do. Have one for… For everyone in the…” Roy waves a hand around, a vague circle indicating the room. His cheeks feel hot and he doesn’t know why this is so fucking hard to say. “In the immediate family. So. Y’know. Three.”

There. He’s said it and he’s explained and he didn’t pass out or die and nobody immediately laughs either so that has to be some kind of a good sign. Roy stares resolutely at the grain of the kitchen table. He can feel the eyes of the other two people in the room on him but he can’t bring himself to look over at them. Not quite yet.

[lacelynpage]

Hey, I would like to a request their reaction to the reader being really shocked the first time they flirt with them (reader). Like maybe they drop what they are holding or choke on the water they are drinking or something like that xD

A/N: Has it been 100 years sense I posted and this was requested? yes, yes it has. I loved the thought of this! I struggled to write it though lol. I hope you all enjoy it, I love you Darlings!

First time flirting~ Sherlock Preferences

Sherlock: 

It took you a moment to realize he was flirting with you. While you and Sherlock are on the same intellectual field, his communication style still takes some getting used to. Though you started to slowly notice the way he would glance at you when he thought no one was looking. The way he asked your opinion and actually listened to the whole thing. The real moment that made you realize he was flirting with and liked you was when he made you tea. Something as small and as simple as that made you realize exactly what was happening. You were honestly so shocked you didn’t answer or take the tea, instead just staring at him for a minute before he smirked and put the cup on the table next to you.  

John:

You were actually the one who started flirting. He was surprised and so preciously awkward and sweet. Though neither of you were incredibly smooth people so it was fumbling and a little odd. But the bumbling paid off, it might have been painful for other people to watch but you both enjoyed yourselves.

Mycroft:

Mycroft flirting for the first time with you was subtle. You didn't really notice for a while. But once you did you couldn't unsee it. He was constantly flirting with you in small ways. It was fun to puzzle out all of his little gestures. It was unique and you both had way too much fun doing it.

Greg:

There was this guy at your favorite football pub who you could not get over. Whenever there was a big game he was normally there. You would both be at the bar and occasionally make eye contact, or say a few passing remarks about the game if in earshot of one another. So the first time he came over to actually sit next to you, shit your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. He was handsome, funny, and though he was clearly a bit rusty in the flirting department you were still absolutely thrilled.

Moriarty:

Your relationship with Jim was always flirtatious. The two of you had a certain spark sense the moment you met. Everything the two of you said had layers. Saying a thousand things in only a few words. The first time he flirted, you were hooked. 

[tenabrye]

Could i ask for 2 sets of knives headcanons?

1st, his reaction to the reader being able to play the piano, fairly well if not really well!

2nd, personality in a partner? Or for him (cuz ya know humans are gross and stuff) what would make him feel those “human feelings” for someone? What would they be like and act like in order for him to feel that way?

If you dont feel comfortable writing this thats okie dokie! Thank you in advance if you do 🫶🏻

Even though they're two different sets, I still put them on one post. I hope that's alright. :)

Playing the Piano

His initial reaction when happening upon you playing the piano is a mixture of surprise and intrigue. He's well aware that it's a talent capable of learning, yet he never thought you would know how. He would applaud you for surprising him with this, as it would be a first with a human, yet he decides not to and enjoys watching you play from the sidelines. Preferably out of sight or even in the shadows.

Knives doesn't approach you about this newfound knowledge of your talent right away, which happens to be his favorite way to pass time or do when alone. It does have him wonder about the reason as to why you hid such a thing from him. It's not like he cared about what his underlings did in their free time, however, he felt it was different with you. Everything was different when you were involved.

He hates that his mind is so clouded with the need to know, but more so because he's grown attached to you. Playing the piano was just another reason added to the imaginary list locked inside his brain. When approached by him inquiring about the little tune he heard from a piano the other day, you swore you saw the faintest little smirk on his lips as he requested demanded for you to play it again.

You slide into the spot at the piano and begin to play, your fingers moving across the keys in an all too familiar motion that produce the soft melody Knives inadvertently hums to.

When he slides into the spot beside you, you can't help but give him a quizzical look, being careful not to mess up your piano playing as you continue to stare at him. He pays no mind as his hands move to match the motion of yours, mimicking the melody alongside you. It's strange for him to show so much interest in someone, let alone a human, but you won't comment on it, and neither would he. For now.

After this, you notice how he's always around every time you play the piano. Oftentimes joining you and, when not, he's off to the side, watching you play. Sometimes he'll close his eyes and hum along with the music, too. This soon becomes a thing between the two of you.

Knives will also bring up various other pieces to play, as if hinting towards another session together. He will also take it upon himself to teach you new pieces as well, his hands atop yours and guiding them to the correct keys. Neither of you can deny how close such a simple activity brings the two of you together.

Personality in a Partner

He may try and deny his feelings for as long as he wants to, but even that blows up in his face in the end. For him to like someone in such a way, let alone a human being, they will have to pique his interest and pique it very, very well. He is the type that simply has someone at his side because they are of use to him, as is such for those that follow him, yet things seem to be different when he starts to feel strange. It will take a bit of time for him to come to terms with his feelings, slowly understand each little reasoning behind the way he feels for that person.

That being said, patience would definitely be something his partner would have to have. Or at least be a preference. He's in uncharted territory with his feelings, and so a partner that can understand that and be patient with him would really just put him at ease through it all. He also isn't vocal about a lot of things, especially his feelings right now, but to have a partner that is will actually be a relief. One to let him know that they can both give him space yet also be there if he wishes them to be.

Not to be taken in the spicy sense, but Knives is dominant through and through. His partner doesn't have to be the opposite entirely, but he just sees himself as the more dominant between the two. He has the means to protect not only himself but also his partner, so he would prefer someone that wouldn't mind such a thing. If they're incredibly headstrong in the sense that they can protect themselves, well, he just finds that endearing.

He's not as sympathetic or empathetic as his twin, if at all, however, having a partner can change that with him. Not fully, but the slightest would do. He doesn't understand human matters and often doubts he would, but for them, he may lend an ear to listen to their troubles. Perhaps even suggest that he take care of it himself. Don't let him, or do, he'd probably just do it regardless. If they show any empathy or even sympathy for him in certain situations, he may feel strange about it. More so when he realizes such care for him is real and not fake, but he won't ever say how welcoming and even comforting it feels to him.

Morals are indifferent to him. Very few things would matter to him--plants, his brother, and most likely his partner--so everything else could quite literally burn and he wouldn't bat an eye at it. If his partner has morals, well, he probably wouldn't mind. He knows humans all think and hold certain values that differentiate with each singular one. It would certainly aggravate him when he realizes such morals and values rub off on him, though he wouldn't mind in the end.

Knives isn't a very energetic man and prefers silence most of the time, so a partner that enjoys the same would be delightful. They don't have to sit in silence and do nothing. They could be reading or even doing something of interest. He also doesn't mind a bit of small talk here and there about simple things. It really throws him off when such talk is How was your day or How are you feeling today, but he answers it nonetheless with a one-word response.

He tends to like those with curiosity, or those that show interest in something he does or an idea he may have. Some topics can be touchy, such as when he first began playing the piano, or what his favorite book is, as it delves into his past that involves Rem and his twin. That's not to say he won't decline to answer, but it may be just that and nothing more.

Overall, he would like someone different than him. Someone that does things differently and has interests that don't align with his own. Someone that could pique his interest and perhaps even break down a few of his walls. Someone he can definitely learn a lot from, in a good way. However, be advised that he can be possessive, but surely his partner wouldn't mind, right?

[pathogenic]

Daeran x Self Insert Knight Commander

A little drabble since I just reached the Abyss in my game and Daeran's reactions are doing something to my brain.

Since arriving in the Abyss, it was difficult not to notice the change that had accured in the companions Haydes and Aurora were traveling with.

Stripped of rank and title, the two were now tasked by Queen Galfrey to face the Abyss itself and to stop the flow of Nahydrian crystals - a near impossible task. To say that they were sent on a suicide mission would be putting it lightly. Perhaps they had deserved this, the Crusades were not exactly comfortable being under the command a demon and a lich, but even the Queen herself had a hard time denying all they had done to reclaim Golarion from the Worldwound.

Yet, their hardwork was met with banishment. The path behind them was sealed, they could only move forward with their companions. Some took this in stride, Wenduag seemed to be in her element, Greybor took this as he did any contract, Camellia hardly reacted to their new surroundings. However the same could not be said for the likes of Daeran.

Haydes did not consider himself to be a soft man, not since he started to lead the Crusade's armies. The simple fact was he couldn't afford to be weak, not in front of his lieutenants, not in front of Regill, not in front of the demons, yet he found himself concerned over the change in his… friend.

"Daeran," he said as he laid a hand on his melachonly friend's shoulder, "can we talk? Alone?"

The aasimar nearly lept out of his skin, took caught up in his own thoughts to even notice the dhampir's approach. He put on that dazzling smile, but even someone like Nenio would could have told you that it was an act - a poor one at that. "Why, of course." He said as he followed Haydes by his side.

They reached a cliffside that overlooked the abyss. From here they could even see Alushinyrra from where they stood. "You're acting strange." Haydes said plainly. Daeran scoffed at first before he finally spoke again.

"Careful, Commander, I might begin to think you care." Haydes glanced over and the bravado that Daeran held evaporated all at once. His mouth slowly closed, his smile began to come undone second by second.

"I do, you know, even when you get under my skin." He said. Daeran looked to the side. The fear he felt, the conflicting emotions he held for the Commander before him, the fact that he was here and not in some lavish party in the arms of some singer he won't remember in a week, the fact that Haydes was getting so dangerously close while the Other was watching, it was all so much. How could he not despair in the face of what felt like a bleak and regrettable end. It wasn't dignified, it wasn't even entertaining, it was just… sad.

"I… appreciate the care, Haydes, but the last thing I'd like to be right now is a bother." Haydes turned to look at him properly as he laid a hand on his shoulder. Strange, they had touched each other before, yet this gentle touch felt more overwhelming than anything Daeran had ever experienced. How could he describe it? It was like he was a fractured mirror and Haydes' hand was threatening to break that last little bit and cause all his pieces to scatter on the floor. What then? How could he even recover.

"Daeran, you never were a burden, and you aren't now." Ah, there was that final push. Daeran took in a deep inhale.

"Then… What am I to you?" He asked, his voice unusually soft.

"A very good question." And one that Haydes wasn't sure he had an answer to, but he had to say something. "You are dear to me, you keep everyone on their feet, you keep me from becoming too much like Regill, you are…" The words were caught in his throat. Daeran glanced over and to his surprise, he was met with something far more vulnerable than he was expecting. Neither one could do this right now.

He reached over to take Haydes' chin. "Relax." He said. "That's plenty for now - let's focus on not dying shall we?"

Haydes' shoulders relaxed. "Yes, we will leave this place. I can promise you that."

Strange, Daeran could almost believe that.

[nineliars]

Im actually so freaking late bc I just finished mine liars BUT I’m so upset with David rn. I actually love him sm but I hate him. What is he? Im happy he and Stevie didn’t actually have sex bc if he broke up with her after that and just left ?? I would have been more sad for her. I understand he was overthinking but also kissing someone else? ?.!!./ outta pocket David 🙄

You’re so real for all of this. He is such a problem in this book. I love him but I’d also love to watch him slip on a banana peel into a dumpster or something.

Would it be crazy if I said that if they’d had sex, I don’t think David would have broken up with her? I’m not saying that because David is a horny scumbag who would’ve only stayed with her because they had sex, but I think from David’s POV, Stevie doesn’t love him as much as he loves her. (Whether that’s actually true is debatable, but unlikely imo given her reaction to being dumped.) Think about how Izzy first reacted to Stevie, like she was meeting a celebrity- because David had spent the last 3 months talking her up. In Stevie’s narration, she constantly frets about being perceived as intelligent, capable, and worthy. In David’s eyes, Stevie is all of those things already. I think David sees himself as a fuckup still, albeit one who managed to get his shit together long enough to spend a semester at Cambridge. He doesn’t know where he’s going next. (Neither does Stevie, but as she fails to realize, you get a little leeway when you solve the crime of the century twice.) David cuts off his nose to spite his dad, and even though it still shakes out alright for him, his future is even more uncertain than Stevie’s.

But Stevie isn’t perfect. She breaks down when she realizes she cannot solve the Nine Liars case in time to leave England. She can be utterly single-minded when it comes to solving the case, and the majority of the time, the breakdown in communication between her and David stems from her words/actions/missteps.

David clearly believes he is not worthy of Stevie and I don’t think he would’ve broken up with her unless he believed that she believed it too. Maybe if they had slept together, that aspect of their dynamic could have been a little more resolved– but maybe if she hadn’t been broken up with, Stevie wouldn’t have stayed behind in England in order to actually solve the case, which could’ve driven another wedge in between them. (Also, David snapping at Stevie before breaking up with her and saying “not everything is about you” makes me sooo sad because it’s another misread of what she’s feeling/thinking. I think Stevie felt really, genuinely guilty and upset when she thought she couldn’t solve Rosie & Noel’s OR Angela’s murders. The fact that Angela had disappeared immediately after talking to Stevie probably felt like Ellie all over again. David may have noticed this if he stopped being insecure for 5 minutes and thought about what was actually going on with Stevie. But I DIGRESS because this is getting way too long.)

As for kissing someone else I think his reasoning there was so simple actually: He feels as though he has fucked up all the things in his life worth trying for; Ergo, why not become a fuckup again? Drown your sorrows in tequila and kiss somebody you don’t know! All the kids are doing it!

I did not mean for this to turn into a dissertation on the dynamics of Steviedavid’s Nine Liars arc. I just can’t wait to see where they both go from here, because they are both kind of fucked up in the head, and they know that, and I think that will keep drawing them together as long as they’re in each others proximity. Good thing Stevie is returning home to America, where David won’t be…until, you know, his semester ends and he has to go home ;)

[enbyleighlines]

oskieran fighting side by side

Ehehehe, love this.

I imagine that eventually they become a superb fighting duo. However, it takes a bit of a learning curve to get there.

The problem, of course, is that Kieran is over-focused on the rivalry between Oscar and him. So when he should be paying attention to the battle, he keeps getting distracted every time he catches a glance of that green hair and squinty-eyes gaze he knows and loves loathes so much.

It gets to the point where Kieran accuses Oscar of trying to sabotage him by deliberately showing off when he knows Kieran is nearby.

This couldn’t be further from the proof. Oscar is the type of guy who is very single-minded on the battlefield. If something isn’t relevant to the fight, he’s not paying attention to it. So he is understandably baffled by Kieran’s embarrassing accusation.

And because there’s no such thing as privacy amongst an army, soon word spreads that Kieran can’t take his eyes off of Oscar.

Soon, there are two camps of people. The larger portion thinks Kieran is an idiot who is too wrapped up in his ego to realize how stupid he sounds, and how little everybody cares about his supposed rivalry with Oscar.

The other portion (correctly) surmises that Kieran’s fixation on Oscar is motivated by romantic interest that he either refuses to acknowledge or simply hasn’t yet realized.

Oscar tries his best to ignore the rumors, but. Unfortunately, it follows him wherever he goes.

It gets to the point that Oscar starts to get self-conscious when he’s fighting near Kieran, because what if Kieran is watching him again? What if Kieran decides that Oscar is showing off, and he does something reckless in the hopes of showing him up?

Things come to a head when Kieran finally catches wind of the second camp of rumors.

His first reaction is to be outraged. Oscar is his rival, nothing more! Why do the common people not understand the very simple concept of a platonic rivalry? Of course he admires Oscar’s many good qualities as much as they infuriate him, because it’s those traits that make him qualified to be Kieran’s rival. And there is nothing odd or unusual about one man admiring another man’s physique! Kieran has eyes, and Oscar is objectively a very handsome man. What is supposed to do? Not notice the evidence right in front of him??

Suffice to say, things get a little… awkward between Kieran and Oscar for a while.

Eventually, Kieran calls for a truce. Neither of them will attempt to steal the glory for themselves on the battlefield. Instead, they will temporarily put aside their rivalry in the name of fighting for a shared goal.

Well, that’s what Oscar thought they were doing in the first place, but he decides not to say anything, and agrees to those terms.

Still, it isn’t until they reunite in RD that they truly start to shine as a power duo. Both of them have changed in the three years they’ve been apart, and so they have a chance to start anew. They understand one another better, to the point where they learn how to communicate without words, and how to predict each other’s actions on the battlefield.

Even with all that, though, it still takes another year for Kieran to finally get a clue.

Thanks for the prompt!! I was hoping I’d get one for this couple. Oscar/Kieran is a vastly underappreciated ship in this fandom, in my humble opinion. There’s so much potential for humor! And a whole lotta UST.

[loopscereal]

idk if you've explained this already or if i've already asked it butttt how did spring and golden meet? how did they become friends? what's their friendship like? i wanna knowww more abt their friendship :3

hiii thank you for asking :)

How did they meet?

They met through coincidence. Or luck, as Golden considers it. Golden has a bathroom attached to their bedroom, and as happens with all bathrooms at some point issues come up. There was a faulty leak in the thing, and Spring was hired to fix it. At the time, Golden was so fixated on a project of theirs that they couldn't remove themselves from their room, and regardless of that they didn't want to leave the thing alone with a stranger, and so they stayed there in their room as Spring worked. 

How did they become friends?

It meant quite a lot to Spring that Golden was way more focused on their own thing rather than how Spring looked, not making a spectacle out of him, or any sort of reaction. They were simply fully absorbed in their own thing. Conversely, it meant a lot to Golden to have someone respect their space and not misgender them off the bat, both things that they don't run into often. Spring not knowing anything about their family was also a great little bonus. As Spring finished what he was hired for, he showed some simple, non-intrusive, interest in what Golden’s passion, then came back the next day with some photos in line with it, to have something to talk about. At that point in their lives they were both very starved for interaction, Golden being very sheltered, and inherently distanced from anyone due to their family’s fame, and Spring being distanced from everyone other than his brothers due how busy he was through work and because of the average person's adverse reaction to how he looks and how he lives. Neither of them are treated normally by everyone aside from some select people. Golden’s seen and treated  as better than other people due to their last name, Spring is seen and treated as worse than other people because of his face. Golden is seen as a worse person due to having their whole life handed to them on a silver platter, and Spring is seen as a better person due to having worked and  persevered through his life.

Being seen as just another random person without either of them being inherently better or worse was really nice for both of their heads, both of them tend to just be treated differently in that way you can feel, so being equals was just nice. Of course they've had their lighter judgements of each other, but it really does mean nothing compared to the big things they both immediately shrugged off/ didn't care about. 

So they were both pretty isolated people, socially speaking. Starved for that sort of interaction, and took some interest in each other's interests. Spring takes notice of certain buildings and architecture, alongside other things Golden is into and takes photos of them to send their way. Golden does this too as they learn about Spring and his interest in graffiti and arts. They'll send him photos of any graffiti they find, art they think would interest him, both of them invite the other to talk about what they like, and treat each other decently. Eventually they drift from talking solely through images or questions about the others interests, and into other things. Off hand comments about interviews and family things turn into actual conversations, as people do. 

What's their friendship like?

I don't get this question? good? it's good?

They send each other photos, ask aboutt each other's interests, and have known each other for llllike 2 years now? They're each other's best friends, I guess. Though Golden really doesn't like that comparative hierarchy when it comes to relationships. But if you had to measure/ give it a name, they spend a lot of time together and know a lot about each other. More than some (cough spring) would like.

uh idk a little tense when it comes to other people, bc spring is 8 years older; although neither of them feel like he’s all that old, Spring grew up way too fast and now he’s kinda perma 16 in his head and Golden has always been seen as “ahead” for their age and just generally different and mature (they r just quiet leave them alone god). But yeah the age difference makes it look kinda weird/bad, alongside that Golden always has that sort of pressure to be attentive about anyone who could run into them and recognize them so being reserved about it is their default go-to.

 Also Fox. has. some issues, when it comes to people being close to his family, which Golden has noticed and made sure to never bring Spring up around him, or really any of the animatronics as not to make the topic of him come up casually. Though Chica broke this streak but THATS NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT. <3 <3 <3

Another way they bond is via pokemon, Golden loves the games, the anime, anything that comes out of the franchise. Spring does not and has never had the time to sit and get into things, he's always too busy, but in an effort to maintain their friendship, he once again takes interest in something Golden is into, and that is available to him. (no way in hell he's affording a console, games, AND has the time to play much-less complete them) Anyway, It's the pokemon anime. He downloads some episodes and watches them while he has time (when there’s no customers or it's just dead time) and is bored out of his mind. He takes notes in a document, then when he gets home he sits down, takes all the notes, and makes as much of a proper paragraph as he can, then sends it to Golden. Then they talk about the episodes,  its cool, it's chill. yay bonding over an interest and getting into it yourself. (a lil bit idk. he must like it a little…its not PURELY obligation to their friendship…silly show)

[lavenezolanarusa]

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@stephcass-week ♡

Our two favorite girls were at Stephanie's apartment, they had agreed to have a sleepover to release tension and have a little fun.  They looked like two little children playing with each other, making some jokes and challenges to have fun and pass the time.

The hours passed, and it was time to sleep, so each one settled in her place, but not before wishing her good night to the contrary.  The night passed normally... or at least until around 3 in the morning, when Cassandra could feel the blow of a pillow on her face while in the background what seemed to be the noise of the television was heard along with the Stephanie's voice calling her.

▪Psst.. Cass...

• Mmm...-she murmured in a heavy tone, with half her body still in the world of dreams

▪Look!  -said the blonde, noticeably excited as she pointed to the TV- They're playing Jessie!

If Cass had been more awake she would have reacted with "Steph, I'm fine that she's your favorite series, but it's too late to watch it", instead she reacted with a slight:

•Steph, it's fucking 3 in the morning... Go to sleep.

▪Give me a valid reason to do it...-challenged her with her blue eyes and a smile on her face

No matter how much love they had for each other, neither of them waited for Cassandra's reaction when she heard that;  she took the girl delicately but firmly, depositing a soft but inviting kiss on her lips until they both ran out of air.  When she parted, her breathing was somewhat agitated, to which the brown-haired girl added a "Now to bed", surprisingly causing the blonde to obey her.

▪One last thing... for your first kiss, you know how to do it well, Cass -Stephanie joked before going back to bed, that simple phrase made the adoptive descendant of Bruce Wayne realize what she had done, removing everything dream trace of his being.

•I kissed her... I really kissed her...

[phycology-lemon]

The nuerodivergent batch (mostly)

Me and my bf watched up to episode five of season 2 (all that is available rn) of the Bad Batch, and we now have headcannons.

Spoilers for season 2 under the cut!

Note: we both are nuerodivergent, using research, personal experiences, and experiences of others as reference. Neither of us are professionals. These are HC for fun. :]

Even in their concept, they reflect a lot of things that happen to people considered 'abnormal' in real life. Being avoided, often disliked and generally being marked as different.

Let's start with Wrecker, he's actually one of the most interesting.

It's very easy to see he's childish, initially he may seem underdeveloped BUT clones age twice as fast, so what if his brain is just developing at average speed? His body is leaving his head behind, he's were he should be. Everyone else is just going at double the speed. He may have some form of dyslexia or discalcalculia, with him having issues reading and understanding numbers in the show.

Next is Tech, who I believe is autistic. He takes things very literally, as seen in his deconstruction rather than reaction to Wanda Skyes' compliment/flirting. Has a special interest in technology, studying and mastering it. Along with his general social awkwardness with strangers, oftentimes due to his lack of emotional reaction and taking things literally. Also seeming uncomfortable with physical closeness, disliking when the survivor got too close while celebrating how he fixed the memory bank thing with his people's history saved in it.

Also on the autism spectrum we have Hunter. With his elevated senses being a parallel to how many autistic people have more intense (and often overwhelming) senses and ability to perceive the world around them. Often culminating in 'picky' eating, texture preference, overstimulation and perception of things others may not notice. He seems the most 'normal' compared to his squad mates, being the easiest to mask (act like a 'normal/average person to fit in) and generally go under the radar. He also seems to be the most trained of the group, needing to hone his skills into something useful in combat. He hasn't had any noticeable signs of overstimulation yet, but most of the places he goes to regularly have rather simple color palettes. Along with the uniforms worn in the imperial/Republic's army. Even when he is often in combat, things are fairly simple and he could even have ways to adjust/cope if it does bother him because of all his experience. I also thought of this fun little hc detail.. he could mask, he already seems to be the best at befriending 'regs'. But he doesn't, he customizes his uniform, grows out his hair, wears accessories like his bandana, because he is proud to be different. He is happy to have his squad. He won't hide it. :)

TW: DISCUSSION OF DEPRESSION (in this next paragraph, skip if you aren't comfortable reading about that)

Crosshair shows signs of clinical depression in the episode 'The solitary clone'. He doesn't finish his food, just eating a bit and giving up on it when he's called to the admiral or whatever guy's office. (Loss of appetite) Is seen sitting awake before the daily alarm goes off both times holding his head in his hands, seeming just kind of..depressed honestly. (Early rising/insomnia) He also seems to be very isolated from other clones, social isolation is also a symptom. This one is a very obvious sign his mental health is not in a good place, being one the the most noticeable symptoms of depression. And a loss of interest/enjoyment of activities, he seems to be living in routine. Many people with depression describe experiences of 'being on autopilot' just going through a daily routine with little to no positive or any emotion at all. We are informed he was waiting to be medically cleared for duty, being in a sorry state when he was retrieved after the squad abandoned him. This would have left him alone and possibly in that autopilot state for weeks or even months. The military is a place that runs off its routine, causing this behavior to not be picked out as abnormal or concerning. He also seems to lack much motivation, just finishing his missions. Possibly even becoming reliant on assignments to give him a sense of purpose.

Echo very likely has PTSD from going through an explosion and being rebuilt. His concept on a base level sounds very dark and traumatic. He isn't shown having any flashbacks or extreme reactions suggesting this though. But he is also marked as 'other' by Regs and Kaminoans. Being somebody who is disabled, or possibly differently abled, being able to hack systems with his replaced arm-screw thing. Being seen as abnormal due to his changes, even though they are helpful and were made to help him survive.

Omega doesn't show any obvious signs of neurodivergency. But she likely isn't going to be completely normal with such an...unconventional upbringing.

I'd be really happy to hear about you guys' thoughts! I'll be back with more stuff like this.

Note: they were seen as advantageous, so they may have had some 'undesirable' qualities removed or not appearing, otherwise they may have been euthanized. :(

[ghostofnibelheim]

umbral-stigmata-unbound​:

He hesitated to explain. It didn’t sit right to lie, no matter how easy or necessary it may be. But he certainly couldn’t tell him the truth, could he? He would fear Vincent, or he would fear those that ‘care’ for him and thought he might be right to fear both, he would have nothing if fear consumed him. So…now was not the time. So, he would just have to manage.

“Well….it’s not so much an animal, and not so much a human, either. It’s a special being…I’m still learning to understand. I didn’t find it, so much as we found each other….and found ourselves bound. You could say he hides in me, like the spiders hide in the dark.”

He considered his explanation, watching the young boys reaction, and considering his warnings as well. In their time locked away, he’d only neutralized his demons, if not unsettled them and made them restless. He couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t lose control again…like in the beginning. They were always shuffling about in their own ways, even now, some more simple, others more chaotic. But that thing….was very much aware of their going ons right now.

And then the boy asked if he could see it, and his eyes went wide.

Yes. Free. Let me out…. Let me take him… Let me reach him. Let me out! he could hear it demanding, feel him clawing, and he shut his eyes, brows furrowing with his focus to hold the beast back, to act as a sort of psychic guard against him, fighting it’s very primal urge to sink its claws and teeth….into the boy. He didn’t understand it, but he could feel it and see it clearly, that this beast saw S as a threat. What made him, had so much potential for corruption and destruction, much like the monster the cells were taken from. But Vincent would not believe it…would not allow it to be so simple. He would not fail this boy a second time.

He took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes, patiently. He reached to pat the top of his head. “Not just yet… He’s not very good…at socializing. He doesn’t like it.” he lied. “So…it’s better not to. Understand?”

The child’s air of placid curiosity shifted to attention; his head perked up when the man in the coffin closed his eyes, noticing some kind of struggle in his features. Wondering what could be wrong, he waited and stared, boring those vivid jade eyes into the man’s form.. with anticipation, even.

Whatever seemed to be affecting the brunet ceased, and S let his shoulders relax a little, relieved that nothing bad seemed to be about to happen to neither of them. His body did tense a bit again, with surprise, when the man’s hand reached towards and rested on his head. Such a heavy and foreign feeling.

His eyes blinked slowly and looked upwards with a vaguely uncomfortable – no, maybe the right word was ‘timid’ – frown in his little brows, head bobbing slightly with each shift of that hand on top, unable to resist its strength. It was big enough to swallow him whole, had it been a mouth instead.

“… Is he hiding because of me?” He asked then; while he did sound dejected, there was no real amount of upset in his tone. S spoke as though this was a common situation to him. “… Things don’t like me. Everything runs away and hides if I try to touch it. I don’t know why.”