#and for KIT to be the one to initiate flirting with him....

[bi-scared]

Hello! Idk if you’re taking requests or anything because I couldn’t find anything on that, but if you are could you do Bayverse Donnie courting hcs, gender neutral or fem is fine, thank you ( ^ω^ )

Hello !

Thanks for your message!

I've never had to answer a request before, I'll give it a try. I hope you like it!

Here we go with Bayverse Donnie courting his favorite human!

SFW ~ Wrote this with F!Reader in mind, but I think it can be read as GN!Reader

Before Donnie courts you, he's going to need some preparation first. And for that, well, he's going to stalk you first… But not in a creepy way (according to him, anyway), it's only in order to get to know you better, to know what you like, your hobbies, your passions, the things that make you tick, the subjects you like to talk about…

Donnie will hack into your computer and phone. That said, he'll refrain from reading your conversations, finding it too intrusive. Well, maybe he'll do it once or twice, just to see if you're talking about him.

Over time, Donnie will build up a complete database on you. He'll be able to tell what kind of movie you're in the mood for, what music you listen to when you're doing this or that task, what your day-to-day difficulties are that are piling up and ruining your life…

After a while, Donnie feels he knows enough. He doesn't stop gathering information about you, no, but he does start to do some gentle preliminary tests, first by starting you on easy subjects he knows you like. “What do you think of that character's reaction in that movie?” “What do you think the singer meant when he wrote those lyrics in that song?” “Don't you think this show deserves one more season?”. He even ends up suggesting works he thinks you should like. And he notes every one of your reactions, of course.

When Donnie feels that the feedback from his initial tests is fairly positive, he'll move on to the next phase: your day-to-day worries. He'll bring the subject to the table by chance, listen to you, encourage you to develop and suggest solutions, including homemade gadgets to make things less unbearable or even better.

Donnie can easily adapt to your lifestyle and passions. Like video games? He'll play with you, suggest titles you don't know yet and discuss strategy and/or lore with you. Do you like to travel? He'll find you the best deals, cheap hotels and transport, places worth visiting that aren't too crowded, and he'll make you a personalized travel kit ready for use. Do you have a hobby that requires expensive equipment? Don't worry, Donnie will make you everything you need, tailored to you, and you can even make personalized requests.

As for your emotions, your hard times, your victories, you've never had the impression of living them as well as you do now that you've met Donnie. Strangely enough, he knows when things aren't going well and, better still, he knows what to do to make things easier to handle. And he also knows how to make you proud of yourself when you accomplish something, no matter how small. “I told you those dishes wouldn't stand up to you!” "It's about time your teacher/your boss saw what you're capable of. You deserve to make him realize how lucky he is to have you.“ ”I've known for a long time that you were capable of accomplishing this. You should believe in yourself like I believe in you."

After a while, you inevitably start to have doubts. He's always one step ahead… He knows you almost better than you know yourself… You're asking yourself some serious questions and Donnie is going to understand this in your change of behavior with him. But he hasn't anticipated this and doesn't know how to interpret the signs you're sending him. Does he scare you? Are you just confused? Are you flirting with him? He needs to think and understand.

During this period, nothing more. No more endless conversations, no more messages of encouragement, no more gifts. He's no longer available. You can try to confront him, but you'll get nothing out of it but stammering excuses and embarrassed silences.

But your patience will be rewarded, as Donnie will be revising his tactics from scratch, starting from the beginning and being more honest and less calculating in his approach. Maybe he'll need a conversation or two with one of his brothers or his father to come to this decision. What's certain is that he's definitely stopped stalking your life.

From now on, Donnie will resume his sharing. But he won't always automatically agree with you, and that's a good thing, because your exchanges will be more authentic. This will lead to interesting debates, friendly bickering, more honest agreements and the laughter that goes with them. A real sense of complicity will develop, without manipulation or hidden motives.

Donnie will continue to share music, films and TV shows with you. Only this time, it's stuff he really likes, and which sometimes hints at how he feels about you. By doing this, Donnie reveals a real part of himself to you, and gives you the chance to get to know him in turn. Of course, you don't have to like what he likes, but if you openly mock what he shares with you, he'll take it badly and shut himself off. It's hard for him to expect this level of complicity with someone by being authentic. Be patient with him.

He also starts giving you more personal gifts, not necessarily useful, but things that really make you happy. Because they're made with sincerity, with no other aim than to please you. Maybe things you can wear on you or to decorate your home that will make you think of him, you and your relationship, objects that mean “I'll always be there for you, no matter what.” And he means it, even if it doesn't all end up being what he'd like to be for you, Donnie is now at a status where it's fine with him as long as he can be there for you.

He's starting to send you messages again, maybe less often but more specific, longer, more honest, giving details of his day and encouraging you to talk about yours. He may go several days without sending you anything, but his messages will be all the more powerful in their spontaneity. You never know when he'll write, but it's always worth the wait.

With all this, Donnie's feelings are being laid bare more and more, and his behavior with you is becoming clearer and clearer, especially to the people who know him best. His brothers and father have long since understood. If you still don't take a clear step towards him, April will eventually understand too. And if it's still not obvious to you, despite the open jibes Donnie gets from his brothers that make him stammer and blush, then one of them finally breaks down and tells you, out of pity for Donnie or just because they're sick of hearing him giggle like a lovesick teenager every time he talks to you. It's getting ridiculous, and it's time to take the next step!

Even if you eventually accept his advances, Donnie will never really stop courting you. Because it's become normal, it's what he does with you, it's become your relationship and being your boyfriend won't change that. It's the translation of his love for you.

If you let him know that what he's feeling isn't mutual, Donnie will stop. At first anyway, but as he promised, he'll always be there for you and he'll come back to you, with his intense conversations, his encouraging messages, his sharing, his laughter. He'll be your friend no matter what. Will he ever get rid of his feelings for you? Never completely. But if you don't change your attitude toward him after that, he'll settle for what you give him.

What if, before he even realizes he has feelings for you, you already have someone in your life? What would Donnie do? Well, if it's one of his brothers or someone else close to him, probably nothing. He'll keep any budding feelings to himself, and you'd have to know him pretty well to know something was up.

But if it's someone he doesn't know, Donnie goes through a period of stalking, to make sure that person treats you well. That's what he convinces himself, but there's also jealousy.

If things go well between you, he'll withdraw. Perhaps waiting for a more opportune moment.

If he thinks your other half isn't treating you right (and he's pretty good at seeing things like that), Donnie will slowly but surely try to make you understand what's wrong. And if things get worse, Donnie will tell you more clearly, even if it means you discover that he's been stalking you, or even that he has feelings for you. He'd ruin his relationship with you to protect you from a toxic person. That's one way of doing the court, no?

You'll have to cut Donnie out of your life completely if you want him to stay out of it, because he won't give up. Seeing you suffer in a toxic relationship is hurting him too much.

If he can convince you to break it off, Donnie won't court you right away. And he certainly won't do it the way he usually might. You're coming out of a difficult relationship, and he knows you need time. Maybe the support he'll give you at this point could be seen as flirting, but he has no such intentions at the time. He just wants to help and may even be feeling a little guilty.

As time goes on, he moves straight into stage two, with heartfelt sharing and honest conversations, exposing his feelings without pre-testing. Stalking you, studying you, testing you… All this will seem far too intrusive after what you've been through, and he doesn't want to risk making you think there's something toxic about him too…?

[malereadermaniac]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ First move ~ Kit Connor x Male Reader

Word Count: 1k

Plot: The two of you were in the talking stage, basically dancing on the line between friendly and flirting, so Kit makes the first move

Note: I'm quite proud of this ngl

Warnings: m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

The atmosphere was calm, it always was with your ginger, *very* close friend

But as calm and comforting as it may have been, tension always made the air feel thick

Romantic tension which was caused by the muscular arm around your waist and your head on his broad shoulders

The film may as well be background noise at this point

Your thoughts were full of ways you could subtly flirt with your very attractive friend who you defo didn't have a fat crush on

Thankfully, Kit was thinking along the same lines, ignoring the film completely and running ideas through his brain of how to somehow kiss you

You're brought out of your trance when Kit shifts slightly, making you aware of the uncomfortable position you've probably been keeping him in for the past half-hour

"Oh shit sorry, Kit" you mumble as you sit up to face the movie, it grabing your attention when some random line is blurted out

Kit remains quiet, regretting shifting in his spot

'Fucking dickhead. He moved now' Kit thinks, already somehow missing the electric touch you provided him with when you were resting on him

Kit's slender, masculine fingers tighten around your waist, making up for the previously lost contact

God the atmosphere was suffocating, you wanted to just outright say "Date me you dumbass" but you were too pussy to do something like that

As the movie went on, it grabbed your attention completely, so initially you failed to realise what Kit was doing

Which was intently staring at you

It didn't start as an intentional stare, Kit just initially went back to thinking of how to make the first move

His gaze shifted to your gorgeous face in the light of the TV due to his thoughts consisting of only you

His accidental stare turned purposeful once the ginger remembered a TikTok he saw

'Pov: when you watch a movie with a guy and notice him looking at you out of the corner of your eye'

He didn't get it at first, but Kit got immediate clarification after browsing the comments

'OMG AND YOU DONT WANNA TURN AROUND CAUSE THEYLL GO IN FOR A KISS ISTG MEN ARE ALL THE SAME.'

Now he knows that it's cliche and that TikTok was making fun of men doing this

But the built ginger actually couldn't think of any other way of making a move on you

And trust me, he was desperate at this point to make a move on you

Kit has been crushing on you for as long as you had been on him, which was a long, long time

He couldn't allow this relationship(?) to result in only late-night scenarios he would imagine in order to fall asleep

He was lost in his thoughts for a while, but all that time his head was turned to face you, his eyes fluttering between your lips and nose and eyes and chin and cheeks

Kit was broken out of his trance when you perked up - a result of you noticing Kit watching you instead of the movie

After cementing that Kit was indeed fully staring at you and you weren't imagining things, you start to feel blood rush to your cheeks, your posture straightening up perfectly

After 2 or 3 more minutes, you play it cool and turn to face your close, close friend

"You okay?" You ask him, tilting your head to the side with an inquisitive look

He fucking loved that look whenever you gave it to him

Kit liked it when you looked confused or lost - which happened a lot! There's a reason he's the one who uses Google Maps and not you

The ginger sits up from his laid-back, man-spreading position, his hand still tight around your waist

He tugged on your waist, moving the two of you closer together

It was silent, still comfortable but the tension was fucking choking you to death

As Kit moved his smooth face closer to yours, you liked your lips nervously

You could feel his breathing on your face, warm air making you blush, hard

The ginger moved his soft yet large hand to your cheek, holding your head in his hand as his thumb stroked your cheek

Kit was fucking enamoured by you, you consumed his thoughts on the daily and this was him showing you

His eyes moved between your lips and looked deeply into your eyes, it was dark but you could see the passion and maybe even love in your friend's eyes as he looked into yours

His long, veiny fingers brushed up through your hair and Kit gave you a look

A look you understood perfectly

A look which turned you on, when it was really the bare minimum

Kit asked if he could kiss you with that look, and after waiting for a year and a bit for this moment, you gave a short and sweet nod

Kit's lips are the next thing you know, and the only thing you know and can focus on for the next 3 and a half minutes

It was a soft kiss, his hand gently gripping your hair to guide you to the movement of his lips

He tried to push his tongue against your lips, asking for entrance, but when he felt your hand dart to his thigh and grip just a little tightly he knew to take that as a 'not yet'

Kit could taste the chewing gum you had in moments ago, he always liked that about you - you always had gum in

He's bought the same gum as you, he's imagined this moment after putting a piece of it in his mouth - not admitting to himself that he wanted to 'taste' you

Once the two of you pulled away from each other, you breathlessly panted against Kit's face, that same spearmint smell making him feel tingly

The ginger smirked, looking fucking hot in the TV light

His grip tightened slightly around your waist and on your hair

"I like you ya know" he said, feigning charisma but god was it convincing

"Oh yeah? I'm not too convinced Kit-Kat, prove it to me some more?" You respond, looking up at Kit and smiling in a coy manner to tease the taller man

Fuck, there's another thing he liked about you to add to the list.

[otakusheep15]

Flufftober Day 20 - Costumes

Content includes: Lilia x reader, established relationship, costumes are not described (pick what you want!), Lilia should count as his own warning

“Ooh, this one would be nice, don’t you think?”

Lilia points at the screen of your laptop, and you roll your eyes when you see what he’s referring to. Yet another cheesy, vaguely sexual couples costume.

It was initially your idea to wear matching costumes with Lilia, considering it a rite of passage as a couple. Now, you’re seriously regretting bringing it up.

“C’mon, why not? It’ll be funny. We’ll be the talk of the party!”

You’d rather not be the talk of the party, and you make sure to tell Lilia that. He laughs and leans against you as you continue your scrolling, looking for inspiration.

Every so often, Lilia will point out a costume, and you can never quite tell if he’s joking or being serious about it. You just assume it’s a bit of both, knowing him.

Eventually, you do come across a promising concept. You can see Lilia’s eyes light up, and you know you’ve found your costume.

“Oh, this is it. You agree, don’t you?”

You nod, and you save the link to your computer for later. The two of you always planned to make your costumes from scratch, but you needed inspiration first.

Afterwards, the two of you make a quick run to Sam’s shop to buy the necessary supplies. You absolutely did not trust Lilia with anything that could be considered a weapon, and he pretended to pout as you took away the sewing kit he bought.

Making the costumes was a lot easier than you assumed it would, but, to be fair, magic was involved thanks to Lilia.

Soon enough, your costumes are finished. You try them on, and Lilia immediately takes the opportunity to flirt.

“My, don’t you look just ravishing? And, might I ask who designed such a lovely costume?”

You laugh and gently push his arm, and he laughs along with you. Your costumes do look amazing, and you’re sure they’ll absolutely kill at the costume party you’re attending later this week.

When your laughter dies down, Lilia wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

“In all seriousness, you do look absolutely stunning. Thank you for doing this with me.”

Your heart melts, and you pull him in for another kiss as a response.

[lonelymikoto]

Kakashi Headcanons for romance

So... I made general headcanons for Kakashi before, but now I want to make some for him in romantic relationship. I won't put any names shipped with him so you'd have a space to ship him with whoever you want so I'm going to use y/n and they/them pronounce instead.

Note: it was written originally in russian and translated by DeepSeek. I did my best to edit it to what it looked like before translation. If it has some grammar mistakes, please, tell me.

TW: Mentioning of intimacy

When the relationship first starts hinting at its existence, Kakashi might not fully understand what he’s feeling. He’ll wonder if he’s actually in love or just enjoys y/n’s company. But the more it progresses, the more he catches himself caring and worrying about them.

Emotional rollercoaster. He swings between extremes: either joking, flirting, and openly showing affection, or blushing like a tomato and trying to hide his embarassment when y/n reciprocates. On one hand, he tries to mimic the romance novel heroes he reads about; on the other, he’s painfully awkward at it. After all, he’s not a book character but just a lonely shinobi.

When he’s not flirting and wants to prove his feelings are genuine, he shows it through actions: practical gifts (like a combat manual to improve y/n’s skills), a first-aid kit (similar to Rin’s), or even asking the Hokage to let him join her missions to protect them. Or he’ll suggest celebrating completed missions in some cafe. His gifts always have meaning or practicality—being loved by him is a privilege.

At some point, he starts imagining y/n and himself in scenes from his erotic novels. It makes him giggling stupidly in his room, hugging a pillow, or even kicking his feet. No one’s watching, so he lets himself be silly.

Might send Pakkun to help y/n out on missions when he’s busy. Sometimes just to watch over them. Pakkun, loyal as ever, won’t spill Kakashi’s secret crush.

Kakashi subconsciously adapts his fighting style to complement y/n’s, creating seamless teamwork.

When Kakashi is not on a mission and if y/n gives him their apartment key, he’ll sneak in to clean while they’re away. No key? No problem. He’ll find a way.

Practices love confessions in the mirror and buys cringe-worthy "How to Woo" guides—but it never goes as rehearsed.

Low-level intimacy: Casual touches or care from y/n make his heart stop and face burn. He’s torn between teenage-level shyness and wanting more, but he’ll force himself to act composed as an adult man he is.

Too shy to initiate touch without permission. That's the reason he doesn't show affection through touch.

The Confession: A disaster. He stammers, blushes, and maybe trembles. If his stomach growls from nerves? (Yeah, some people experience that 😭) He’ll either vanish into the ground or mutter "Gotta go—talk later!" and avoid y/n for three days before trying again. (Typical "cool guy" meltdown. Remember his bratty 12-year-old self? Yeah, same energy.)

Might need Guy to push him and stage a "heroic rescue" plan to confess. (Spoiler: It’ll backfire spectacularly.)

Post-confession: Sunshine mode activated. He’ll stick close, bring small gifts after a mission: field-flower bouquets, heart shaped rock or even point out a heart-shaped bruise like a dork. (Free fanfic trope for you!)

100% packs lunches for y/n’s missions/training so they never go hungry.

Can’t bring himself to spar y/n at full strength. Hurting them is a tragedy for him.

Lights up when y/n appears and always gravitates toward them—unless he’s on duty, to ask "How are you? Want to hang out?"

Hides his grief, but if y/n learns about his losses, even if he'd not see a purpose of it, he’ll open up. He'd honestly tell them about his fears of losing Team 7, friends, and them. Their bond deepens after that because he knows that he can pour his heart out to them. Bonus if y/n starts taking extra care to stay safe for him.

Eventually, they both cry in front of each other if needed. And he didn't even think that it feels so good to be heard and loved. He calms down and melts when y/n strokes his hair during hugs, and might whisper "Keep going..." even after calming down. Just like an affectionate cat.

Plans the perfect first kiss: fireworks at a festival, secluded spot with a great view to take off his mask without anyone watching them nearby, a quiet night at home, or—👀—right before "the first time."

Develops habits: a hand on y/n’s waist when walking. If y/n has a feminine body, tracing their stomach/thighs. If y/n has masculine body he's more into patting their bum/lower belly.

First time: Gentle and cautious (it’s his first, too). Later he might start biting and scratching. He also can last for two or three rounds.

Post-intimacy, he’ll cuddle y/n like a plushie, showering them with forehead kisses and hair strokes—proof it’s not just physical and he genuinely loves them. Intimacy would only make them closer.

Open to exploring y/n’s kinks especially if they’re willing to do the same for him.

That's all 🥰

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 6 Ghost

Warning: Non-con voyeurism, non-con touching, breaking and entering

You move around your apartment, ignoring Johnny’s whining and grabby hands. He’s trails behind you as you throw out the paper plate you used for breakfast, pouting at you as you try to make the apartment viewable for the man’s friend.

“Listen, I’m not letting the first impression your Lieutenant have of me is as a trash gremlin,” you remind the man.

“But, booooniiieee,” he whines, trying to grab you, “Ah jes wan’ a kiss.”

“Absolutely not,” you declare, spinning around to point at him with narrowed eyes, “If I let you kiss me, I know exactly how that situation will escalate. We don’t have time for that.”

“LT won’ min’,” Johnny states, causing you to sputter and flail at him.

“Absolutely not!” you repeat with a shriek, feeling your face burn as you scurry into the bathroom. Soap cackles, following behind you as you start the shower.

“Then, how aboot we have a lil’ fun?” he purrs, wiggling his eyebrows. You scowl and toss a spare towel at his face, ignoring his laughter as you start up a quick shower. You feel filthy after only two hours of sleep due to stress and nerves about work and this visit. The email you got from the Lieutenant only made it worse.

“Yeh sure Ah cannae help yeh in there?” Johnny asks, peeking his head through the curtains.

“Out,” you intone, grabbing your shaving kit and carefully start shaving.

“Och, tha’s right, bonnie,” he purrs, “Git proper smooth fer LT an’ Ah.”

“I will get the salt, you horny fuck,” you threaten, which only makes him pout and finally disappear. You’re pretty sure he’s still watching, but when Johnny turns invisible, he can’t talk to or touch you.

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It had been a week after you moved into your new apartment when weird shit started happening. Nothing malicious, but still, weird shit. Your keys moving around when you know you’ve set them in a certain spot, your water bottle filling and emptying at random times, the music suddenly cutting on or off (luckily at reasonable levels of volume). You went and got one of your friends, one who’s always been sensitive to medium bullshit, to show up.

“Oh, this is rancid,” they said and immediately stepped back out of your apartment, refusing to go back in. They explained that your apartment is haunted by the last owner, a soldier who was killed. The spirit wouldn’t leave, there was still too much energy for them to just disappear into the ether. So, you now have a roommate who doesn’t pay rent. Fucker.

Of course, having grown up watching horror movies way too early, you know the best thing to do is research. Low and behold, you got a lot of information with a few careful questions and searches. One Sargeant John “Soap” MacTavish, also called Johnny due to serving under Captain John Price, was killed on a classified mission, leaving his apartment for sale once everything was processed with the family. It took a little longer, but you managed to email someone who knew the spirit. A Lieutenant Ghost, who was initially dismissive, at least, until Johnny started talking to you and demanded you type something only he’d type with a reference to a mission with a moment that didn’t make it anywhere near the report. Then, the Lieutenant started to ask questions, ones that you could answer and Johnny eagerly answered. From how the two men would converse with only each other, you’re pretty sure they were together together. Which makes Johnny’s obvious flirting and the few lines that the Lieutenant typed specifically for you all the more awkward.

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“Oh, yeh shoul’ wear that!” Johnny chirps, pointing at a particularly short pair of shorts, “LT’s always liked a pair o’ legs.”

“Absolutely not,” you declare once more, trying to dry your hair before giving up and stomping over to your clothes. Pulling out a sweatshirt and sweatpants, you pull them on before sticking your tongue out at Johnny childishly. The ghost whines as you head into the living room, only to freeze. Standing in the middle of your room is a mammoth of a man, wearing a skull balaclava and dressed all in black. He turns his head, dark eyes taking you in before humming.

“Yer a looker,” he rumbles, taking a step toward you.

“Oi, LT! Boots off! Bonnie thing likes th’ flat clean!” Johnny calls, perching his chin on your shoulder. The man, the Lieutenant you think, looks at your shoulder and his eyes widen a bit.

“Well,” he huffs, “Bett’r listen t’ their rules, yeah?” He bends down and pulls off the giant boots he’s wearing as Johnny shoves you toward the giant. You swallow around a bundle of nerves as Johnny’s hands trace over your sides.

“Um,” you choke out, “How did you get in?” The behemoth pauses and looks at you, pulling out a key from his pocket.

“Was Johnny’s,” is all he says as explanation, before grabbing you by your hips and shoving you onto the couch. He clamors on top of you and pulls his balaclava up enough for you to see his mouth, “Now, yer gunna be good and let us have a little fun.”

“Donnae worry, bonnie,” Johnny coos, his blue eyes glowing ominously above you, “We’ll make sure yer havin’ a good time.”

[wendichester]

𓂃˖ ࣪ 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

˚₊‧꒰ა @titsout4jackles ☆ dean winchester ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆˙⟡ where aries, saggitarius, gemini meets aquarius, leo, saggitarius. ⟡˙⋆

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐

ꔛ. meeting each other,

your first meeting would be like stricking a match--quick, hot, and impossible to ignore. your aries sun and saggitarius rising give you a bold, in-your-face presence that immediately intrigues dean. he loves confidence, and you radiate it. you walk into the room like you own it, and dean notices. the banter? better than sex! he throws out a cocky remark, expecting to you--you fire back, faster, sharper. for once, he's the one caught off guard. there's an undeniable energy between you, but it's not all smooth. dean's used to being the one in control, and you don't take orders that well. you clash right away, both trying to lead, both refusing to back down. but that spark? still there.

ꔛ. friendship compatibility,

once done with your initial standoff, you'd make a hell of a duo. you're both independent, rebellious, and driven by instinct. you don't always agree, but you'd thrive on challenging each other. it would be a friendship full of banter, road trips, deep talks, and reckless decisions. there would never be a dull moment. though, you handle action differently. you're calculating and intense, while dean is impulsive and unpredictable. together? you're lethal in a fight. and if dean starts getting into his own head, drowning in guilt? you'd see right through it. you wouldn't coddle---you'd call him out, remind him that he's still human, still alive. he'd never had a friend quite like you.

ꔛ. romantic compatibility,

short answer here is: if dean can trust you enough to stay, and if you can let yourself be vulnerable---you'd be unstoppable. challenges : power struggles!!! you both like to be in control, which can lead to clashes. also, dean's used to pushing people away, while you--with your gemini moon and aries sun--aren't the type to wait around. if you feel like he's pulling back, you wouldn't hesitate to walk away. you both hide behind humor and distraction. opening up? that would be the hardest part. strengths : the chemistry between the two of you would be insane: flirting, teasing, that constant tension that would never really fade. plus, neither of you are too clingy, which would work. you understand needing space and freedom. it would also be exciting: whether it's a hunt, a bar fight, or just late-night talks in the impala, you'd bring out the wild, reckless side in each other.

ꔛ. overall, score : 9 / 10

you and dean would be like fire and gasoline---when you come together, it'd be intense, thrilling, and just straight in your faces. whether as best friends or lovers, you'd make each other feel alive. but fire burns. and if you're not careful? it might consume you both.

❛❛ scenario,

“Dean, you’re bleeding.” You’re standing in the doorway of some run-down motel room, arms crossed, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, pressing a rag to his side like it’s no big deal. Like he wasn’t just thrown into a goddamn wall. “I’ve had worse,” he says, voice gruff. You roll your eyes, stepping forward. “Yeah, and you’ll have worse if you keep acting like you’re made of steel.” You grab the first-aid kit from the nightstand, kneeling between his legs before he can argue. Dean watches you, silent. He doesn’t stop you, doesn’t pull away when your fingers brush against his skin, warm despite the blood. “This is stupid,” you mutter, dabbing antiseptic on the wound. “You going full kamikaze on every hunt is gonna get you killed.” A smirk tugs at his lips. “Kamikaze? Big word, sweetheart.” You glare up at him, but there’s no real heat in it. He’s trying to distract you, like he always does when things get too close. Too real. His hands hover near your waist—like he’s thinking about holding on, but he won’t let himself. “You can’t keep doing this,” you say, softer this time. “I know you think you’re supposed to go out swinging, but—” He exhales sharply like he already knows where this is going and he doesn’t want to hear it. “Bree—” “Shut up.” Your fingers tighten against his knee. “You don’t get to check out on me, Dean.” His jaw clenches, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. And then, before you can think too much about it— His hand slides behind your neck, rough and warm. He pulls you in, forehead bumping against yours, breath shallow. “You’re a pain in my ass,” he murmurs. You smirk. “Yeah, well. Someone’s gotta keep you alive.” Neither of you move. The air is thick. Dean's lips are so close you could fall into them. And maybe, you already have.

𓂃˖ ࣪ request a compatibility reading here .ᐟ

* since the birth time of dean hasn't ever been mentioned, I've placed him as a leo rising, since it's the sign that makes more sense to me.

[insomniakisses]

Okay but thoughts on Spider-Chan (maybe some fluff plss) 👀👀

Also can I be 🔮 anon pleeeeaasee

Ofc u can! Welcome 🔮 anon :) there is fluff mostly but smut below the header that indicates it.

Spider Chan hcs

Meeting and getting together

I feel like he’s a cross between Andrew’s Spider-Man and video game Spider-Man.

He’s a happy guy but he’s definitely not boy next door

He meets you by saving you,

He just swoops in and scoops you up checking if your okay.

He’s cocky and definitely flirts with you

After your initial meeting he checks up on you from time to time

He realises your in classes together, he approaches you as not spider-man and just himself

Stupidly, he thinks you won’t recognise his voice

And at first you don’t, well until he laughs

Your like wait… wait I know you and his eyes widen and cheeks flush saying “oh.. You remember”

Ask him on a date, do it right now and he’s a blushing bumbling mess

Clears his throat acting “cool” saying yeah thats cool I’ll be there but turns around walking into the wall.

Relationship

He’s the best boyfriend you could ask for tbh

So protective, he can’t help it he is a hero he knows what dangers are out there

Follows you if your going out alone, he feels such a big need to protect you

If you’re late he will spidey swing you across town

I feel like he comes home beat up and bleeding a lot

You need a med kit at home at all times, because he refuses to let anyone help but you when he’s like this.

You get him cleaned up and into bed and he whines till you’re cuddling with him.

He loves a good cuddle after saving the world because he needs to know you’re both okay.

NSFW Content Ahead (MINORS DNI)

Boy is horny

We all know he is

Loves a spidey blow job

Something about being upside down on one of his webs as you suck his cock drives him insane

His suit leaves very little to the imagination

You can see every damn detail of that cock and his balls

It only adds to his cockiness

But he’ll get shy if you point it out

Some how he always rips up his suits in his fights and comes home body half exposed.

Always raring to go after a good fight

He just comes home and crawls into bed pushing in as you wake up from your sleep

Sometimes he won’t want sex but just needs to be cockwarmed for the cloesness

A/n: hope this you enjoyed this!

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

queer signalling: louis and harry living their beautiful queer lives, collected by me

since we must take note of our fellow queers when they signal that they are very much one of us, despite being closeted. since i've had a very very queer few years thanks to them, thanks to their signalling, thanks to them being brave.

(!! this list isn't exhaustive, and if i've forgotten your favorite, by all means let me know. there's always room for another edition. it's been a while since i made a compilation and felt there was a need of a new one on my blog. this one goes a few years back, since my last one dates from 2021 :'o. so yeah. here we go.)

harry in my policeman, playing a closeted queer man, based on the book that's long been one of his favorites. lauded by the director and co-stars for how well he portrayed this character, how well he understood.

harry wearing a green flower on his chest for the mp premiere, placing himself (once again) in the same line of history as oscar wilde.

louis's green flowers on his initial 28clothing jersey at the first afhf, which includes bonus roses and 28s all around

the entire late night talking mv bc!!!!!

louis's rainbow stage lights during sibwawc. he really did that. every single night.

the entire dazed magazine happening. “I’ve always tried to compartmentalise my personal life and my working life,” he explains. / “I have unlocked an ability to be myself completely, unapologetically,” he says with conviction." / “I think through my own sense of self and personal journey, I am realising that happiness isn’t this kind of end state.”

louis's gay exit songs: most notably 'ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've)'

harry flirting with stanley tucci

louis and his gay ass tank tops !!! we must point it out !!!!!!

all along

harry kissing a pride flag during harry's house ono in nyc

rainbow flare during the btm mv

harry being gifted a mask of his own face at munich n2, which prompted him to say that he feels like he's wearing a mask sometimes

28 in a triangle for 28clothing!!!!!!!!

kit connor soft launching 28 clothing. a young actor starring in a queer coming-of-age series, who was forced to come out after being accused of queerbaiting. he was the first one, besides louis, to wear 28clothing

harry's grammy's speech "people like me" (which ppl sadly misunderstood), echoing what he's been saying on tour for years. this doesn't happen to people like him. if they only knew, right?

harry's freddie-inspired outfit for the grammy carpet (which also brought back his theme for clown/jester fits, like harryween 2021 n2. wonder why)

louis's merch graphic where a boy is trying to smash a glass ceiling

harry posing for david hockney, actual living legend, gay artist of the ages. "Styles seems to know how lucky he is, adding, with a tinge of disbelief: “I’m in awe of the man with enough one-liners for a lifetime.” As to what those one-liners might be? Styles and Hockney’s mutual silence on that question suggests that what happens in the studio, stays in the studio."

louis having suspicious visuals during back to you, the only visuals of that type on tour

harry's 2022 harryween outfit: dressed as danny (literally. he did that. he went grease on us.) but wearing sandy's jacket

louis at barricade aka held safely in the arms of strong security personnel

harry singing man, i feel like a woman and still the one with shania twain. while wearing a rainbow discoball jumpsuit (parallel with kacey musgraves wearing a rainbow dress to sing it with him years ago.)

louis's gay ass merch for the away from home festival

harry dressed in nina ricci by harris reed, an explicitly gender-fluid line. "At 18 I found myself living in london creating ruffle blouses, corsets, fabric flowers and flares from my kitchen floor (...). My creations at the time were met with nothing but criticism for being “too feminine” or “costume”, teachers said I should focus on “menswear” or “womenswear”. l remember it really wasn’t until I started dressing for myself and who I was that it all clicked. @harrystyles was my first ever client who embraced the fun, fluid and expressive clothing I was creating."

continuous bluegreening. to name a few: harry's werchter fit, all this time lights, satellite caps in two colors only, louis's smiley flickering bluegreen on tour in 2022, the james cordon shit, louis in uncasville. enjoy this post here

harry's snl shoot unseens: him as ariel

louis out in amsterdam at a gay bar

harry going to the women's only swimming pond (on a day it was open for men, but this is important to me okay)

harry's use of orchids in his visuals during 'she' during love on tour '23

the 'hairy mermaid' tour visuals

harry as a mermaid during the mfasr mv. as a supreme physical manifestation of harry as the mermaid he truly is inside. but in his true form he gets chopped up and consumed. literally

as it was mv and its parallels with the matrix, hints to harry as the woman with the red dress.

louis jumping up on barricade against the one spot where a pride flag was draped over it

oh yeah that exact same thing happened in 2022 too

harry forming a skirt with a pride flag in brasil after his pants ripped

that gay ass denim getup with the fur collar?? while wearing the fucking peace ring????

harry and phoebe breaking gender norms in the tpwk mv dance. no i'm not over it yet shut up

louis wearing a basquiat t-shirt, another famously queer artist joining the ranks

harry bought an actual genuine basquiat. flex

harry dressed in skirts for gucci

"happy pride! happy pride! 'tis the season! can you tell i'm relaxed?"

"isn't all of this sparkly bi music?"

satellite mv rainbow planet tshirt

louis's bigger than me promo where he's literally george michael like??? IM SORRY???????

harry kissing lewis capaldi at the brits

harry kissing nick kroll at the dwd premiere. lol

and... harry as friend of D O R O T H Y. sang over the rainbow. we all cried. especially me at this clip of harry glancing in relief at his band after over the rainbow.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

As Long As No One Knows, Then Nobody Can Care

I'm Bright Baby Blue, Falling Into You

Chelsea!Roy Kent x Coach's Daughter!Reader

2.6k words

Warnings: Language, lying/sneaking around, kissing, no Ted Lasso characters except for Roy, fluff & flirting

You floated up to your bedroom late that night. And the next morning when you came down for breakfast. And while you walked next to your dad through the parking lot.

It had been a perfect evening. After a bit of making out with Roy, he wrapped his arm around you and let you lean on his shoulder for the rest of the movie, unabashedly glancing at you during all the romantic moments that were nothing compared to the look in his eye. After the movie, he walked you to your car, kissing you against the car door and promising to see you at training the next day.

And see you he did. When you followed your dad into the coaches’ office, Roy caught your eye from the changing room, where he stood holding his kit. He offered you that fucking smirk, raising a cool eyebrow at you before slipping his shirt on.

Fuck, he was going to be the death of you.

You spent the morning organizing some paperwork for your dad while the men were on the pitch, pretending that you weren’t thinking about Roy Kent and the way he’d kissed you. Once you finished, you joined your dad on the sidelines, wondering it was obvious that you were struggling more than usual to keep your eyes off of Roy. You smiled as you watched him run up and down the pitch, feeling your heart skip a beat every time you heard his booming voice.

“You alright?” Your dad’s voice interrupted your drooling. “You’ve been actin’ all dreamy all day.”

“Yeah,” you stammered out, quickly averting your eyes to literally any other player on the pitch. “Just fine, Dad.”

That seemed enough for him. For now, at least.

Once training ended for the day, you made your way to the boot room with a question from your dad for the kitman. Finding no kitman and only shoes, you took a moment to lean against a cool wall and close your eyes, trying not to dwell too hard on the image you’d just gotten of Roy wrapped in a towel after a shower. It was always a sight that left you flustered, but now that you knew what kissing the man felt like, the scene was something close to torture.

“Fuck’s wrong with you?”

Roy’s voice had your eyes snapping open. “Nothing,” you lied, both relieved and disappointed to see him fully dressed now. “Heading home, then?”

He shrugged and glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was nearby. “Got that Nike thing,” he reminded you. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, clearly thinking, before opening his mouth again. “Don’t suppose you’d want to come.”

That Nike thing. His Nike photoshoot, for advertisements that would probably follow you all over on billboards and in magazines. But yeah, sure, “that Nike thing”.

“Really?” You couldn’t hide the surprise in your suddenly squeaky voice. You’d hoped Roy would ask you out again, you were desperate for this to be more than just one perfect makeout session during a Nora Ephron movie, but this wasn’t what you expected.

His face was clearly amused as he nodded. “Sure,” he said softly. “Need someone there who’ll tell me if I look fucking stupid. What d’you say?”

What you wanted to say was that he’d never look stupid. What you wanted to say was that you’d go anywhere, do anything, as long as he was there too. But thankfully, you had some semblance of self-control that allowed you to answer, “Sounds fun, Kent.”

It was arranged in quick whispers. You’d meet Roy at his flat, and he’d drive you both to the studio. Afterwards he’d treat you to dinner as a thank you for joining him. Both of you were fighting smiles by the time you’d finished making your plans for the strangest second date you’d ever heard of.

“Don’t feel like you have to dress up for these fashion people,” Roy added before he turned to leave. “Wear what you like.”

A part of you initially thought this was his roundabout way of instructing you to dress up, to not embarrass him in front of the chic photographers and stylists that would no doubt be there. But when you saw the gentleness in his eyes, you realized it was something different. He wanted to make sure you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable or out of place in his world; he wanted you to feel like you belonged there. And damn, if you didn’t want to belong in his world.

After the two of you said goodbye with the tiniest kiss in the world, Roy slipped out of the boot room, taking your gaze with him. A Nike photoshoot with Roy Kent. You were going to a fucking Nike photoshoot with Roy fucking Kent. The thought had you wanting to spin in circles and squeal like a child. Instead, you simply met your dad at the car and half-listened to his chattering all the way home.

Once you were in the privacy of your room, you scoured your closet for the right outfit. You settled on a short, simple dress, one that you usually saved for nights out with friends or dates. After a touch of makeup, you listened carefully at your door for your parents. While jeans could slip by them easily, something like this was a bit more conspicuous.

“You’re all dressed up. Special plans?”

Oh, hell. Why couldn’t your dad catch you last night, when you were in jeans? Why did he have to catch you tonight, with your tiny dress and your hair all done?

“Just going out with the girls,” you lied, lied, lied. “Grab some dinner, maybe hit a club.” You nodded, trying to act nonchalant, like you weren’t sneaking out to see one of his players.

He stared at you for a moment, his eyes narrowing for a fraction of a second. “Alright, love.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, careful not to muss your hair. “Have fun. Make good choices.”

The words your dad had sent you off with since you were a teenager rambled in your head as you drove to Roy’s. He would not like this choice. Lying to your parents, seeing Roy Kent outside of football, letting him kiss you and, if he wanted to, even more than that.

But when Roy greeted you with an impressed “Fuuuuuuuck” and a dizzying kiss, you found that you really liked this choice. A hell of a lot.

Over the years, you’d been to tons of team picture days. You’d seen your dad take photos with fans. You had waved at photographers on game days. You weren’t new to the fame that came with professional football, not by a longshot.

But you’d never dated a professional athlete and gone to a photoshoot with him.

Roy sat still in the makeup chair, eyes on your reflection in the mirror as the makeup artist worked on his already perfect face. You relished the way his gaze roamed your figure, the way he was clearly trying not to smile and make the makeup artist’s job harder. When she pulled out the mascara, Roy narrowed his eyes.

“Do I want to wear fucking mascara?” he called to you playfully.

“You do,” you teased with a wink. “Very hot.”

Roy nodded to the makeup artist. “You heard the woman. Mascara time.”

Watching Roy do his photoshoot was nothing short of entertaining. Lights flashed blindingly as Roy took different poses, looking gorgeous as ever in black Nike trackpants. A young woman kept scurrying up to you, asking if you needed coffee or anything, nodding curtly every time you assured her you were fine. The scene in front of you was enough of a treat. The photographer tried to get the midfielder to smile over and over again, but all Roy would give was a scowl; luckily, Roy Kent looked damn good with a scowl on his face.

“Come on, Roy,” the photographer urged as Roy held a football between his hands and quirked an eyebrow. “One smile.” He glanced over his shoulder at you, perched politely in a chair some assistant had brought you. “For your girl,” he tried.

The corner of Roy’s mouth tugged upward for a fraction of a second before he narrowed his eyes playfully at you. “Do you want to see me fucking smile?” he teased.

Pretending that your face wasn’t on fire at being called Roy’s girl, you shrugged. “Dunno, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile. Might be ugly as hell.”

When Roy threw his head back in a surprised laugh, the chuckling photographer started clicking away, capturing the rarest sight of all: Roy Kent’s real smile. Fuck, some part of you hoped they’d use one of those pictures for the ad campaign. But a selfish part of you wished they wouldn’t, so that you could keep his smile all for yourself, locked up in your heart and memories, away from any and all prying eyes.

It was late by the time the photographer shook Roy’s hand and wished you both a good night. Roy took your hand in his with ease, as though he did all the time, and led you out of the studio and back to his car. He paused, hand hovering over your door’s handle, before glancing at you.

“D’you still want to grab some dinner?”

His voice was sharp and gruff, almost as if he was expecting a no, but his eyes were asking you to say yes. It was a pattern you were already beginning to recognize: when he wanted something, when he hoped for something, Roy hardened himself, anticipating rejection and disappointment, the two things you didn’t think you’d ever be able to give him.

“Of course,” you assured him with a small smile. “I really worked up an appetite, sitting there and watching you pose.”

He chuckled and let his shoulders loosen a bit. “Right. Better feed you before you have your dad make me run laps all fucking day.” He took your hand in his. “C’mon.”

With the late hour, the streets weren’t too full, and with Roy keeping his head dipped, no one noticed the Chelsea superstar wandering down the road holding the hand of his manager’s daughter. Still, your heart was pounding. All it would take was one person to recognize either one of you, to snap a photo of Roy and his mystery woman, and all hell would break loose. But feeling Roy squeeze your hand as you turned a corner made you feel like it might be worth it. He might be worth it.

“Anything sound good?” he asked, nodding towards the rows of pubs and restaurants.

Your eyes flickered from spot to spot, wondering how full these places were and how easily Roy would be recognized. Finally, your eyes landed on an unassuming little hot dog cart across the street. Its dull neon sign and tired-looking vendor looked like the perfect opportunity to avoid unwanted attention. With a squeeze to Roy’s hand, you nodded towards it.

He raised his eyebrows at you. “A fucking hot dog?” His mouth widened into a smile. “You’ve spent too much time eating stadium food, you know that?”

“I’d like to not walk into a crowded restaurant with Chelsea’s superstar,” you mumbled as Roy guided you across the street.

“Good point,” he chuckled. He gave a quick nod to the cart vendor. “Whatever she gets, just make it two.”

You quickly gave your order, never letting go of Roy’s hand as he stuffed a few bills into the man’s hand, mumbling something about keeping the change. Hot dogs in your free hands, the two of you wandered down the road a bit until you came across a park. Roy nodded to a nearby bench, secluded and tucked into a dark corner. A tree offered ample covering, letting in only twinkles of starlight and a couple of rays of moonlight. The two of you sat, close enough that your thighs were touching, and began munching on your simple dinner.

“How’s your hot dog?” Roy asked, his mouth half full of food.

Some part of you liked how comfortable he seemed next to you; you wondered if he was like this with all his dates. You sure as hell hoped not. “Good,” you answered after swallowing a particularly large bite. “Although, I’ve gotta say, this might be the weirdest second date I’ve ever been on, Kent.”

He quirked a thick eyebrow at you. “Date? Who said anything about a date?”

The teasing glint in his eye saved you from any sense of humiliation. “Oh, fuck me,” you laughed, throwing your head back.

Roy’s smirk grew as he shouldered you playfully. “Oi, not on the second date, princess.”

“Prick,” you mumbled, leaning close and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Eat your fucking hot dog, Kent.”

For once, Roy did as he was told, although his cocky grin remained. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he opened his mouth again. “How’s school?”

“It’s school,” you answered simply. “I go to classes, I see my friends, I do my writing. Boring and normal. Not exactly exciting stuff to someone who plays in the Premier League.”

He shook his head. “When your whole life is this one fucking thing,” he explained slowly, “then normal is pretty fucking interesting.” His soft eyes found yours. “Especially when it’s your normal.”

“My normal is reading fucking books and professors telling me why my writing sucks and having debates with twenty-year-olds who turn their noses up at my opinions in class, only to approach me at a pub that weekend,” you scoffed. “Your normal is playing football in front of sold-out crowds and dating models and doing Nike photoshoots.” You nudged his foot with yours. “You looked good, by the way,” you added. “In your photoshoot.”

Roy took your empty hot dog wrapper and balled it up along with his own. “It’s kind of weird, doing that shit,” he admitted. “But at least the photographer was pretty cool.” He studied your face carefully. “Sorry if he made you uncomfortable,” he added, his voice quickening. “With that whole ‘your girl’ thing.” He cleared his throat.

“It’s fine,” you assured him, your cheeks suddenly hot. “Just the risk I take hanging out with you, I guess.” Another kick to his foot, to assure him that the atmosphere between you was still light and playful.

When you looked at him, his face was hard, but not cold. Thoughtful was perhaps the best way to describe it. “It is a risk,” he said slowly. “Us seeing each other.” As he spoke, he reached out and took your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “But if I’m being fucking honest, it’s a risk I’m glad to be taking with you.”

Oh, hell. Your mouth went completely dry as Roy’s words hit your ears and your heart. In the time you’d known him at the club- and now in private- you never thought of Roy Kent as the romantic type. He had dates, not girlfriends, and when he did have girlfriends, the stunning women tended not to stick around for very long. And while he wasn’t vulgar in the changing room, he wasn’t a prude either. He’d roll his eyes and mumble something about his latest fling and joke about how whoever was questioning him would kill to be in Roy’s place. And you’d sit in the office wishing you could be in some model’s place with Roy. Roy Kent was a player, and it didn’t seem like he wanted the game to end anytime soon.

Yet there he was, his words soft and gentle, his wide eyes asking if you were okay with what he just said. Something that implied that this was a little more than a few stolen kisses and a pair of hot dogs in the park.

“Worth the risk,” you murmured quietly, so quiet he almost didn’t hear you.

But he did hear you. And your words had a small smile appearing on that beautiful face. A smile so perfect you couldn’t resist leaning forward and kissing it.

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[bramblewhisker]

My BrambleSquirrel

They are rivals from relatively early into Squirrelpaw's apprenticeship. Squirrelpaw antagonized him first because she thinks of him as the #1 up-and-coming warrior in ThunderClan, and thus a fitting rival for her, the great Squirrelpaw. Brambleclaw would not have normally taken the bait from an apprentice, but he idolizes Firestar, and he feels self conscious about his kin so brazenly challenging him (he wants her to think he's cool so bad, not realizing she already does). They frequently try to show-up one another. Every other cat in the clan is like "oooh they flirting."

Before they're really official (but are totally a couple already), they have their first big fight, about Hawkfrost. Squirrelpaw/flight is right in her purpose but she doesn't articulate it well. She initially has some trouble understanding his complicated relationship with his father, as compared to her healthy relationship with her own (who, again, is also the cat he idolizes). Brambleclaw is too closed off about the fact that he's dealing with a lot of Feelings, because he doesn't want her to see him looking "weak". It's messy and they're both frustrated because they both really like the other one still. Squirrelflight dates Ashfur for a bit, and she really does like and respect him, but he's just not the cat for her.

Eventually they talk things out. Squirrelflight notably does not gloat when her suspicions about Hawkfrost prove to be true, which is an early building block of trust in their relationship. They are over the moon about each other for a while. ThunderClan cats joke for a while that even a rabbit might be impressed by those two. They never stop challenging each other, though, and can frequently be seen competing over the most arbitrary thing. This includes the occasional argument, but they always make up enthusiastically.

When Squirrelflight shows up with kits Bramble is: ecstatic. He's full-on dad mode he's so excited. Things continue to be really happy until the reveal. Brambleclaw feels hurt because in his mind this means that she didn't trust him enough to share the secret. And he feels a misguided sense of loss that his kits are no longer "his". (How he ultimately works this out with each of the Three is a whole separate topic.) He initiates the breakup. Squirrelflight is hurt because she feels that he isn't giving enough consideration to her position. It very much mirrors the Hawkfrost situation in that way.

The break-up is bitter but quiet. They just sort of simmer. Brambleclaw makes it a point to not change how he makes patrols, putting her in charge of a normal amount, but he speaks to her only as required by his duties. She tries to make small-talk on a few occasions, but he quickly finds a reason to excuse himself each time ("Sorry, I need to plan tomorrow's patrols."), so she stops trying.

Bramblestar's Storm? I'm sorry you have the wrong number.

The great battle happens, Firestar dies. Brambleclaw names Squirrelflight his deputy. He has come to understand that his shock at learning that his kits weren't technically his caused him to lash out more than he might otherwise, and feels regretful, but he has a hard time broaching the topic with Squirrelflight. Meetings as leader and deputy start awkwardly strictly functional, but slowly it drifts into them hanging out, them going hunting together, eventually essentially dating again. ThunderClan buzzes with the gossip.

They get back together. Cats who were around remark to those who weren't how it seems like when they were first mates. That includes how the two of them will spend half a day trying to one-up each other on some point about who behaved most appropriately during the interaction at the WindClan border earlier. Alderkit and Sparkkit get SO MUCH ATTENTION when they are born

Squirrelflight's Hope? Never heard of her.

After the events of Broken Code things are very tense. Bramblestar is just... not up to it anymore. Squirrelflight basically has to lead even though she doesn't actually have the authority to and it stresses her out (especially after being acting leader in TBC didn't exactly go smoothly). They fight a lot, but they always nest together. Bramblestar has a hard time getting through the night a lot, and she wants to comfort him.

After Squirrelstar becomes leader and Brambleclaw has retired it's a breath of fresh air. With her officially able to handle clan matters they are happy as can be, and some of the younger cats might describe them as sickeningly sweet together. Brambleclaw dens with the elders during the day but he's in Squirrelstar's den each night. He's able to be the big spoon sometimes again :3

Idk I love them you can't make me not love them no matter how many super editions you write, Erin.

[hoiststowline]

the anchor

red alert x reader ao3 saw it first here!

tw: very brief mention of blood/injury //

There’s no masking such fervent disapproval, lips twitching between a frustrated frown and a concentrated, tightly pursed grimace. A lecture is for certain in the future, yet you can’t seem to tear your gaze away from his face, a guilty expression overtaking a previously calm composure. 

Red Alert isn’t fond of patching such soft skin, reminded of how you wear no armor and parade around dangerous stunts like you are. When he finds himself prodding at or holding your appendages, it's typically because you've come to him with a problem, and sometimes, you're a bit scraped up and afraid to admit it.

It’s not something that happens often, though things you find ‘minor’ are drastically understated in his mind, stretching the truth until it snaps straightaway in your face. He isn't a human medical professional, knowing the bare minimum, and that is just by your vague expertise, yet instead of seeking an organic medic or even Ratchet, it’s always an unforgiving sight to see you in the doorway with the same nonchalant smile.

Likely hiding something behind said smile, rocking gingerly from the heels of sneakers to the very tops, happy to see him nonetheless. If he’s counted correctly, this would be the fourth time you’ve tried to pull a fast one on him, and while it was a facade easy to see through, it still nerves him slightly. 

“Sorry.” It’s hoarse, likely the culprit of no use, especially due to the ongoing stalemate. Perplexity hits second, unsure why his optics flit to meet yours and then back to the wound he was attempting to treat, bypassing your peace offering. It wasn't rude, per se, you were disrupting his focus, though you wouldn't be surprised if he was forcing you to think about your actions in silence. 

Another painful minute clocks by before he ex-vents, groaning when the gauze doesn’t quite sit properly across your palm, the both of you watching it slide downward as if the knot isn't tight enough. 

“Here,” Tiny fingers nudge his insistent digits away, beginning to tie it with the uninjured hand and roping the other end between your teeth. The security director makes a noise of protest, not liking the inappropriate method of creating a solution, but he finds that you never cease to amaze him with the adaptive approach you always take.

When Red Alert discovers the splashes of dried blood nestled in your hand, a sudden jolt of concern beats within his processor, anxiety arising when he can't figure out why. 

Immediately, you rattled off about how it was insignificant and didn’t hurt, vying to keep the injury away from his view. It doesn’t take long until you’re lifted onto the vast dashboard, Red Alert digging around in his subspace for a first aid kit he keeps there for such instances.

“I just wish you’d take better care of yourself,” He finally concedes, registering he’s probably being unintentionally overbearing, compunction building in his chassis. “You have every excuse in the book, y/n, but contrary to what you might think, I do like you best in one piece.”

A warmness tickles the apples of your cheeks, trying immensely to suppress the rising butterflies that swarm at the bottom of your stomach. He likes you. A faraway mind entraps a hurricane of foolish thoughts, nearly about to giggle and kick your feet back and forth at such an offhand declaration. 

It was a silly concept, thinking that he meant it any other way than how he said it, plain and dryly. It was rather obvious that he had enough of your antics, at least for this rotation, and for you to assume he was flirting when he had piles of work to accomplish was downright ridiculous. 

And yet, you continued with the delirious scheme, struggling to wipe the warbled smile off your face. 

“Maybe it’s just an elaborate ruse to hang out with you.” Answered jokingly, perhaps uttered a moment too long after his initial statement, but you don’t get a chance to release a laugh as he shuts that down entirely.

“You can do that anytime without having to lose a digit.” The chair at the desk is yanked outwards, the mech in question all but falling into it as you still stare his way dumbly, even as he taps at random buttons at his front. “It's not a crazy ask, y/n. I don't mind that...” He catches your gaze, losing his train of thought with an instantaneous blip. 

“That what?” You try, blinking owlishly.

“What did I say?" He gravels, shoulders dipping in a defeated manner, trying to recall what he's said in the past two kliks.

You shake your head, carefully running a finger over the bandage. "Nothing. S'kind of you to offer, but I mean, I'm surprised I haven't been a bother to you enough," 

"Bother?" Red Alert scoffs, tugging away from your intense stare to dive back into his work, effortlessly scrolling through a previously discarded datapad. "That's funny. You're funny, y/n."

A sniffle escapes you, reeling in confusion before whispering a reply. "I didn't say anything funny." 

Both of you wager on the other speaking, hoping to change the subject and continue like the entire conversation prior didn’t happen. But you’re too stubborn, and Red Alert is now heavily focused on his responsibilities, not on how his processor can’t shut up about you. When you begin shimming down the top of his desk as if he clicked one button too many, a hum of concern escapes him easily. 

"And just where do you think you're going?" He pulls backward in his seat, expertly trapping you beneath a stern stare. 

You pause, confusion evident. "Uhm, home?" 

Red Alert looks at you, then to the door, then back to his screen, and then his optics land on you once more. "Why? Are you bored?" 

"What?" Shaking your head, you press onward before he can repeat the question. "No. I'm not; I figured I should let you get back to work." 

"I can multitask," Red Alert is quick to halt your actions, a servo landing just at your feet before they go over the edge of the desk. "And would you cut that out? You're not jumping off from here; you'll hurt yourself again." 

A pout appears on your lips, the temptation lingering. "Are you saying I have to stay?" And you mean it as another joke, half-serious, and to your utmost surprise, he teases back. 

"Yes, you do." Not that you'd complain, but that feeling remains in your stomach that slowly creeps into your chest, heart fluttering rapidly. "I'll drive you home in a cycle, let me wrap up some things." 

"Just so you know, I don't want to leave," You ramble, sliding backward until your spine hits the wall, able to address him better this way. "Ugh, I dunno, I seriously think I'm annoying like all the time." 

Red Alert doesn't immediately reply, but it is apparent he's knee-deep in paperwork and is choosing to divert the parley to another time. At least, you hope he isn't actively ignoring you, watching peripherally as he ex-vents softly, as if in contemplation, now typing something on the massive computer before returning to the data pad. 

"No," He answers, nose scrunching as if he was surveying his words before speaking them. "No, you are not."

Red Alert finds himself never in short supply of absolutely certifiable sentences that stumble forth from your mouth, seemingly finding never-ending ways to leave himself completely stunned, unsure of how even to dignify such a query. Most often, it's another self-jest that he always has the patience to refute, however, in this instance, he dissects something within your words, and a deflection likely would do more harm than good. You don't elaborate, a defiant silence overtaking the room once more as an obstinacy he's never known you to have stands firm. 

"Where did that come from?" He rumbles, observing how fingers wringing together timidly in your lap like you were afraid to say anything more. "That's random, even for you, y/n."

Given his profession, if there was one thing he was best at, apart from his security prowess, he was excellent at spotting a lie. He's a damn near expert when it comes to other mechs, but your roundabout ways and unspoken gestures were a bit more difficult to assess, yet ultimately, he believes he's gotten it nailed down, now watching as you try to backpedal, body tense.

"Ah, forget it. It's not important-" You start, tilting your head to the right as your eyes move downwards, hinting that you were not being honest with him. "Sorry. Yeah, I don't know where that came from either."

This is a side of you he has yet to see, partial to always smiling and happily chattering in good company, but it appears this is an answer you don't quite have the stomach to hear but have been wondering for a while. You're being reticent, obviously just having subconsciously gathered the courage to approach him about such a subject but sensing something overlaying in his response, even if it was unintentional.

"Hang on a klik," While silently processing your words, you had already attempted to change the subject, hopefully unnoticed. "We aren't glossing over that. Rewind."

At your withdrawal from the conversation, stiff shoulders jump to your ears, easily finding his abrupt tone. "Red-"

"I'm not arguing about it with you." Even without looking, you could feel his stare, a frown likely deep on his lips. Knowing he is dead serious, you sigh, the cold touch of the metal wall uncomfortable against your now deflated stance. "What do you mean by that?"

The urge to say 'By what?' is almost undeniable, but it's clear that he was extremely adamant, just because it was the two of you alone. "It was pretty straightforward, I guess."

"But the context isn't." He counters, tone dipping into something much softer, a feat you didn't know was possible. "I could understand if I said something that led you to believe that, but it isn't true."

"You didn't. Sometimes I think I am being irritating." You pause, finally meeting his gaze. "Are you sure?" 

"Positive." It's firm but gentle, careful to not lower your spirits more than they already are. 

"Thanks," It's hummed on the back end of a sob, but you do your best to suppress it and keep it to yourself.

"Anytime." A want to bring your smile back emerges, but in this instance, he thinks it's best to leave this here, at least for now. You're the farthest from irritating he's ever met, if anything, he finds himself leaning toward annoying with his constant fears and overthinking tendencies. Patience is a commodity that flows throughout your words and mannerisms, easygoing and always scouring for your company in the darkest corner of the ark, his office. 

Not many tread his way unless it's to add to the never-ending pile of datapads on his desk. It surprised him that you often sought out his solace, bringing your responsibilities or looking for a spot to talk about a previous shift you'd had at work. Hell, the only time he finds himself leaving the Ark is to take you home, and half the mechs onboard find him paranoid, vastly confused on why you tend to flock to his amity. 

He likes you. 

"I'll take you home," He stands, stretching his arms over his head. "I do believe you've mentioned before that you have work today." 

A small smile appears on your face, looking up at him expectingly. "A few more minutes?" When he hesitates, you add a single word that he can never deny. "Please?" 

"Sure." He returns the gesture, pulling the chair rearwards and settling back into it.

[mephistopheleswasrobbed]

Ghost Pepe Silvia is back with episode 2 of Peaceful Property/On Sale and it's still gay and here's why (this time a little less chronological):

1

Pangpang approves. She and Peach are obviously very close and Peach values her opinion a lot. Pangpnag, even though she's technically his younger sister, has taken on some stereotypical older sibling roles in relation to Peach. She takes care of him, protects him and now she's even kind of become his manager. She clearely takes this very seriously so her disapproval would be a hindrance to any potential relationship with Peach. But unlike with Best, she does approve of Home.

(Btw finger guns? That's kinda bi of you, Pangpang and Home!)

And while this approval might initially be rooted in Home's wealth, it can't be the only factor (Best has money. Not Home levels but definitely a lot more than the siblings. And it didn't help him.) and it ceartainly isn't by the end of the episode.

(Actually there might be a parallel here between Pangpang going from valuing Home for his money to valuing him for his character and Home who starts out trying to solve every problem with money but is strating to learn that there are more valuable things he can bring to tha table.)

2

Not only does Pangpang approve, she ships it. We already know that she plans to marry off her brother to attain financial security for them. Now that she's found a rich guy whom she also approves of, she's doing her best to make it happen.

From trying to mediate and damage control their fights,

to (not so) subtly planting ideas in Peach's head.

3

As I predicted last time, Home does flirt with Kan again this eppisode. But it happens only once, when he introduces her to the siblings, and it seems even less serious than last episode. If anything it feels more like posturing, trying to play himself up, infront of Peach.

(come on he even looks at Peach while he says this)

4

They keep fighting like little children because they actually care about each others opinion.

So Peach pouts when Home insults his sandwiches.

Home pretends that he doesn't need Peach only to complain about his absence two minutes later.

They go at it in a 'No-you!' manner of arguing at the slightest provocation.

5

Home keeps reaching out to touch Peach. He doesn't do that with anyone else (aside from one quickly stopped attempt with Kan)

6

We see Home abandoning every other character except for Peach. Not only does he not abandon Peach, he carries him on his shoulder after Peach faints in his arms, and when he gets attacked by posessed Pangpang, instead of running away he puts himself into danger trying to pull her off Peach.

7

Then there's the whole sequence they basically pulled out of the dislike-to-lovers trope box. First Home pretends that he totally doesn't care about Peach only to talk his uncle's ear off about him, showing that he obviously does care.

Then the wise friend (In this case uncle Kit) talks some sense into him, making him see that he's also at fault, leading to:

Home pacing in front of his crush's door, debating with himself on whether or not to knock, finally making up some external reason why he should actually knock. Only to chicken out at the last minute, hide, and then witness something he wasn't supposed to.

Classic!

8

Home calls Peach hot in his own ad.

(and gives him a phallic object as a prop)

9

And at the end of this episode we get the moment Peach starts to fall.

Namely after Home tells him he arranged for Rak's mother to receive her benefits. Thus proving to Peach that he is capable of looking past his prejudices and show kindness to a stranger without having to be forced into it.

Peach, who has been described as and shown to be a person who is very kind and empathetic towars strangers (including those that he's afraid of, read: ghosts, which is why he's able to get them to pass on), obviously values kindness and empathy in others. Previously he had found Home lacking in that department, but now that he's shown the capacity for it, we can clearly see Peach immediately softening towars Home. (At this point I have to give some praise to Tay for managing to convey this with barely any movement, in general all four of them have done really well so far)

Peach's blossoming feelings for Home are further shown when he definitely doesn't even care whether Home approves of him when Pangpang asks about Home's verdict after the trial exorcism,

and when he enters the 'I-totally-don't-even-like-him' stage that we've already seen from Home, as examplified by his "Nonsense" response when Pangpang calls him out for being posessive.

There's no use pretending Peach, your sister has you figured out.

10

Home continues to grow through his association with Peach (and Pangpang and Kan), being more polite when he visits the siblings, trying to get Rak's mother her money, paying the siblings even though he initially told them to do it for free. And he continues to simp for #hotnerdexorcist.

Just look at his fond little smile as he watches Peach and Pangpang freak out about the money.

11

And last but not least we're returning to my ass-pull segment of punching symbolism I'm titeling Peach punching his way to love:

This week we had one punch and one prevented punch, both coming from Peach. I would like to argue that both symbolise the character growth that Home needs to undergo so Peach can fully fall in love with him.

-> The manager stands for the part of Home that Peach sees most of this episode. The part that thinks money solves all problems, that looks down on poor people and has no desire to give a chance to anything he deems "lesser" (like Peach's sandwiches). This part gets punched by Peach because this is the behaviour that Peach can't stand, that Home has to grow from.

-> The mother stands for Home's less visible but still present side that does care about others and is willing to set things right when he realises he made a mistake/was unfair in his judgement over others. Peach tries to punch this part, too, because he can't/isn't willing to see the potential for kindness in Home but Pangpang holds him back, allowing him to see that this isn't someone to be punched. Just like she repeatedly tries to make her brother give Home a chance, to give Home the opportunity to show that he does have some redeeming qualities.

And that's it for episode 2. Now that Peach has also started to fall, let's see if I have more to say on his part in the next episode!

[bowiestarzzz]

tried clangen for the first time and subsequently lost seven hours of my day. here were my starter leader deputy medcat trio! info/lore below the cut if you're interested about them :3

cw for domestic abuse

Icystar: silver rosette tom with bright green eyes, he/him, leader, playful, smooth-talking

Lavendersplash/star: black and silver marble tabby tom with amber eyes, he/him, deputy and then leader, grumpy with a heart of gold, experienced

Ghostlily: dark gray and silver tabby tom with silver eyes, he/him, medicine cat, cunning, observant

Icystar was the first leader of CoralClan, establishing his territory near the ocean with a small but loyal band of cats. His second-in-command was Lavendersplash, with whom he had pursued an on-again off-again will-they-won't-they relationship with since Lavendersplash was a young adult. Lavendersplash always loved Icystar but put his duties to the Clan above all else, and Icystar never seemed willing to commit to anything more anyways.

Ghostkit was one of the first kits born in CoralClan and from a very young age displayed an intense connection with StarClan. Snapcrash, the medicine cat at the time, was initially hesitant to ask him to be her apprentice because of how cold he could be, often tricking his denmates into giving him the best bits of prey or getting out of tick duty. He trained as a warrior apprentice for only a few moons before it became apparent his destiny laid elsewhere and he requested to become Snapcrush's apprentice. Under her careful guidance, Ghostpaw learned to put his wits to good use and grew warmer to his Clan, quickly earning his full medicine cat name, Ghostlily.

Meanwhile, Icystar returned to camp one day with a mysterious kit of his own whom he named Frogkit. He did not name any mother, and while Lavendersplash was initially shocked and bitter, he softened when Icystar explained that he brought this kit to be theirs if Lavendersplash would allow it, and that there was no other cat with whom he would rather raise a child. Lavendersplash fell harder than ever, and finally gave into Icystar's years of endless flirting, becoming his husband and helping him raise little Frogkit, who he loved fast and fiercely.

However this is where things started to change. Instead of trying to raise Frogkit with Lavendersplash, Icystar seemed content to let his husband raise their daughter by himself, refusing to take on nursery duties even when he had a break in his "busy leader schedule." He barely visited his daughter, and Frogkit started to wonder if her father even loved her. Lavendersplash's heart broke for her and he angrily confronted Icystar about his neglect of their child. Icystar immediately blew up, furiously ranting at Lavendersplash for being upset with him when he doesn't even know what he's going through because he's been spending all his time in the nursery, not with his husband, and how dare he accuse him of neglecting their daughter when she's the one he's doing all this work for, etc etc. Lavendersplash is shocked and apologetic, and promises to think more carefully before he accuses Icystar of something next time. Icystar calms down right away and purrs winningly, telling Lavendersplash how much he loves him, and thanks him for understanding, and he'll do better.

But things don't change. Even as Frogkit starts to grow older and is able to keep up with her dads around camp and leave the nursery more, Icystar still maintains his distance, and Lavendersplash begins to feel like he's just being used as a nanny for Icystar's half-clan kit rather than Icystar's husband. In addition, Icystar has been doing little to ease the growing tensions with the neighboring CherryClan, adding further doubt in Lavendersplash's mind to his capabilities as a leader. By the time Frogpaw is an apprentice, there's a full scale war between the two clans that Lavendersplash knows Icystar practically instigated. Every time he tries to bring it up with him, he's met with the same defensive tirade and guilt-trips that make him stumble every time without fail.

Finally, it all comes to a head during green-leaf when a drought has everyone's tempers flaring up. A series of recent losses makes Lavendersplash publicly confront Icystar, snapping that he's failing CoralClan and that he isn't acting with the strength a leader should. In retaliation, Icystar attacks Lavendersplash, who is too startled to defend himself, and maims his hind leg for questioning him. CoralClan is shocked and horrified but can do nothing, too scared of this new side of Icystar, who promises that anybody who doubts him will get something even worse than Lavendersplash, whom he claims he went easy on because he loves him. Snapcrush and Ghostlily drag Lavendersplash's bloodied body to the medicine den.

Lavendersplash's leg heals fine, but his spirit is so deeply damaged that he spends the whole leaf-fall in the medicine cat den. He struggles with himself, wondering how he could have pushed his husband so far to deserve a wound like this. Snapcrush councils him, urging him to understand that it wasn't his fault and that Icystar needs to be held responsible for his actions. Lavendersplash finally returns to his duties in leaf-bare and quietly ends his relationship with his leader. He attempts to continue working with Icystar, but the leader continuously torments him for his decision, refusing to cooperate on Clan matters and acting childishly towards him even in public places like Gatherings.

At long last, a series of losses during leaf-bare gives Lavendersplash the courage to stand up to Icystar and challenge him for leadership, claiming that his unfit to serve his clan. They fight, and Lavendersplash wins. He promptly exiles Icystar, and none of the Clan cats see him ever again. Lavendersplash receives his nine lives and becomes Lavendarstar.

[nellas-art]

11, 23, 39, 46, and 50 for both of your Narinders?

11. How did Narinder feel about his priests, witnesses, and followers?

This applies for both Narinders; he saw them as a means to an end, a resource to be used just as the other Bishops did.

I imagine he treated his priests and witness (I headcanon that each god had only one witness) somewhat better than his followers, but on a personal level didn't really connect or care for them; he did what he needed to do to keep his followers loyal and from dissenting. It wasn't until after his imprisonment when he got Baal and Aym where he started to care.

23. Are the kits, Aym and Baal, really his children?

I know canonically they aren't, but I still headcanon that they are (like the situation where it was revealed that the Koopalings weren't Bowser's kids but a bunch of people including myself were like nah those are his kids). Plus they look more like Narinder than they do Forneus.

As for whether the twins refer to him as father depends on the au; you know the conversation where Narinder states he cares not for them? In the au with Lambert, Baal and Aym don't overhear this conversation and go on to refer to Narinder as father; while they do reunite with Forneus and go on to travel the world, the boys remain close to him.

However, in the three of hearts au, Baal and Aym overhear that conversation and are pissed, hurt, confused. This puts a strain on Narinder and the twins' relationship and Baal and Aym would actively avoid him for a long while (months up to almost a year maybe). Eventually they would reach a point where their relationship gets better, but the twins don't refer to him as father and would get pretty upset if Narinder ever referred to them as his sons.

39. Does he take a lover other than the lamb after being spared? If so, describe them!

In the au with Lambert, while he is married to Lambert, their relationship doesn't become amicable/romantic until much later (months for friendship, years for romance).

Aside from Lambert, Narinder does develop a crush on Gremermer which he keeps under wraps for years and has a bit of a situationship with Fear.

Gremermer was the first person (aside from Lambert and Fear) who didn't look at him with animosity or distrust when he first arrived. They helped him settle in, provided a listening ear, as well as helped redirect his anger and frustration into something more productive (such as farming).

Gremermer more less became Narinder's rock and best friend with their patience and directness with him, and that eventually bloomed into a crush. Narinder doesn't want to ruin what he has with Gremermer so he keeps his feelings hidden (not that Gremermer would reject him, they like him too but are also one to drag their heels when it comes to confessing romantic feelings).

As for Fear, Narinder initially found her annoying and crass; always bugging him to hang out with her, or work with her, or flirt with him, or tell him a silly joke in an attempt to get him to smile.

Eventually, he finds her Fear's antics endearing to an extent (he does get annoyed with her from time to time) and does accept her proposition for a situationship; Narinder is kinda shy about it though.

In the Three of Hearts au, Narinder isn't in a relationship with Apollyon and doesn't take any lovers; he's friends with Witness Astaroth but doesn't have a major interest in anyone romantically. He and Apollyon kinda just tolerate each other.

46. Describe his personality.

His personality his more less the same in both aus; grumpy, snarky, generally has an air of superiority. Generally keeps things short when conversing with others and prefers his solitude, but does soften with a select few (Lambert, Gremermer, Paar, the witnesses and Baal and Aym in the au with Lambert, Witness Astaroth, and Baal and Aym in the Three of Hearts au).

The main difference is that Narinder mellows out quicker in the Three of Hearts au (because he doesn't have to deal with Apollyon directly as she gets Astaroth to deal with him, they both have their space to cool down, whereas with Narinder in the au with Lambert, he immediately gets married to them and Lambert regularly interacts with him in an attempt to help him settle in, which Narinder's not happy about and isn't afraid to show it).

50. Free headcanon space!

In the au with Lambert, Narinder takes a more active role in helping out the cult similarly to Gremermer; he assists them with keeping things in order when Lambert's away on a crusade and does whatever jobs need to be done, farming, refining, chopping wood, anything. I feel like after all that time in the Gateway being chained, he likes to keep busy.

In the Three of Hearts, Narinder exclusively farms; it's not that he can't do the other jobs or dislikes them, it's just that Apollyon gave him the natures necklace and thought that the best use of his time was to farm since he's immortal.

Also for both Narinders, his favourite thing about being free is basking in the sunlight.

Thanks for the asks!

Link to the Narinder questions

[truelovez2]

How to Get Your Husband to Love You Again

Just a simple boost is what you need if you are tensed with the fact, “How to Make My Husband Love Me Again?” By boost, what I mean is that you need to enhance his mood by incorporating few changes into your relation as well as your surroundings. Kick away both of yours gloomy daily routine and provide a glow to it by doing something different. Remember, sparks tend to fade away as soon as couples take their relationship for granted and moves with repetitive habits. So don’t let this creep into your relation and even if it has, pull up your socks and fix it right away.

Remind him of things that you use to do during the initial years of your wedding or show up those manners of yours that he used to die for when he first met you. Your honeymoon is no doubt over by now but that does not mean that you cannot reignite the chemistry of that particular phase. Moving on as a couple is quite easy, but to be “happily married ever after” needs some trick. So I am here to provide your marriage a smooth sail by permanently erasing off the issues of “How to Get your Husband to Love You Again”?

Carefully grab the tricks of “How to Get Your Husband to Love You Again” and celebrate your nuptial years with profound memories.

How to Get Your Husband to Love You Again Tips

Compliment HimComplimenting is the best thing that can keep the confidence of your man. You are his partner and if you affirm him with praises for the things he does for you, your kids or the family as a whole will for sure make him fall for you. Let him realise that he is a great lover and how fortunate you are to have him in your life. To be precise – thank him and acknowledge his care.

Update your looksYou should never make the mistake of slipping into your comfort zones with the excuse that now you are old enough to track the latest fashion. Men always love smart and up-to-date females. There is no harm in dressing up and enhancing your looks provided you look decent. Who knows, he just might have got used to your normal looks and thus you are no longer attractive for him!

Flirt with himIrrespective of your age, you should always remain young by heart. Flirting with him and pulling his leg once a while can keep your chemistry burning. And if he had loved your playful pranks back when you were dating, than he will obviously appreciate them even today.

Ask him for a DateWho said that dates are meant for young lovers only? Even you can schedule a dinner for a change in your day to day routine. Book a table at his most preferred eat-out and order his favourite dishes. To make things more appealing wear your first anniversary dress. There is no scope that he will not appreciate it.

Surprise himWhy not brighten his mood with a sweet surprise! Send him a lovey-dovey message if it has been long that you have sent him a love text. Or else you can even leave love notes beside his shaving kit or pillow with few naughty wordings or why you can’t resist falling in love with him. Also you can parcel him a gift at his office address without his knowledge.

Cook for himFor a day allow your cook to go on a leave and you be the one to take charge of the kitchen. Plan to prepare a new recipe or his favourite one with a little twist. Arrange and set the dining room with scented candles and wet rose petals accompanied by a soothing music at the backdrop. Nothing can be better after slogging the day at work.

Hold handsHolding hands is one of the silent ways of saying that you still care for him and will stand by his side throughout. So grow the habit of slipping your hand into his whenever you get a chance.

Show some respectSomeone has very aptly said, “A couple should shout at each other only when their house is on fire”. This highlights the fact that there should be respect no matter whatever issue you are dealing with. Instead of screaming and driving him crazy, sort out things with patience and calmly.

[theheadlessgroom]

(💋, 🌹, 🍓 and 💯 for Josephine and August, please!)

Thank you!

💋 - "Oh, certainly," Josephine smiled, explaining, "I wear less of it these days than I did in my youth, mind you, I wore quite the full face of it when I was dancing. Red lipstick was always my go-to; our costumes were red and white, so a little red lipstick on a pale face was very eye-catching."

"Only once have I worn makeup," August recalled with a chuckle. "I spent a lot of time with Josephine's dance troupe when we were courting and, one night, they caught a wild hair and all decided to make me up with their kits. It was certainly an...interesting experience, I will say, and the girls all had quite a lot of fun, using me as a canvas!"

🌹 - "I am," Josephine grinned, cheeks lighting up at the question. "Contrary to what people assumed of me, I wasn't content to just play the field and flirt and have a no-strings-attached relationship, I wanted to have something serious! I wanted to really go a-courtin', I wanted that...domesticity, you could say, of going out on the town and making meals at home together, buying each other flowers...I'm a softie that way, you might say."

"I...suppose you would say I'm a romantic, just not a very good one," August confessed, laughing nervously. "Chalk it up to my more...introspective personality, but I've always been very shy about being open about my feelings-just giving a girl a flower as a boy turned me into a bundle of nerves! I'm fortunate that Josie was much more forward in terms of pursuing me romantically; I think she knew I would've taken a hundred years just to ask her to dinner, so she took the initiative, and I'm very grateful for that."

🍓 - "I...I remember sitting under a large tree outside my schoolhouse," August recalled. "It was a very nice spring day, before summer truly rolled in; I was sitting beneath the tree, with a good book on my lap, and a packed lunch beside me. The sun was warm, the breeze was gentle, and there were birds twittering in their nest above me...it was a very peaceful way to spend my morning."

"I remember crawling around in the garden, getting my clothes dirty, looking for bugs!" Josephine remembered with a bright smile. "I was never frightened of bugs as a little girl, and there was one particularly annoying boy in my class that threw a slimy ol' worm at me, so I decided I'd get him back for that! I found a nice, big, fat beetle and I put in his hair the next time I saw him-he jumped clean out of his skin! Teach him to throw bugs at me!"

💯 - "Less of a what, more of a who," August confessed, exchanging a little smile with his wife as Josephine explained, "We're proud of our whole family-life hasn't always dealt them the fairest of hands, but they've played with the cards they've been dealt, and played with them very well, and made the most of them. They've worked hard, dreamt big, loved unconditionally...what more could we ask of them?"