#because like if he wants them to be platonic that could sway how the show goes if Chris did intend for them to be together

[crossbackpoke-check]

18 + swaymark!!

oooo thank you!!

#18 - pleaser, wallows + swaymark

okay i know they are canonically obsessed with each other but. the song is in some ways about feeling like you’re failing in your relationship and being not quite as obsessed with them as they maybe are with you, and in this video of them talking about being a tandem, there is the slightest pause before swayman answers “do you miss him?” that makes me want to probe a wound. we’re not talking irl reasons of how that’s an absurd question (how do you miss him. you’re coworkers you’re seeing each other all the time) we’re talking that maybe this whole goalies-in-love thing got blown out of proportion and now swayman’s having to buy into the bit too hard. linus loves it & everyone’s asking about their bromance & how they love each other so much and the thing is—linus is safe. he’s got a wife and plausible deniability and jeremy? jeremy is gay. sure, he can crack jokes and people-please but the more people ask the more they're going to find out until maybe they find out something jeremy doesn't want them to know. and the longer this goes on, the more jeremy has to sit at linus' dinner table with linus and his beautiful wife and pretend like he isn't a little bit in love with him. and you know what? the longer it goes on and linus doesn't dial it down jeremy does stop being in love with him, because it just feels cruel, until he finally is done enough that he stops biting his tongue and ruins the moment.

[okurrroye]

Just watched the bear and now I have no clue how I’m going to survive without them until season 3

[wand3rlustm3]

TAEHYUN - MAGIC TRICK

Warnings: smut, fingering, sub fem!reader, childhood friends to lovers, slight size kink

Taehyun was already mesmerizing enough, simply because of the way he carried himself. Even without mentioning his perfectly crafted face, his elegant features, or the way his hair sprawled across his face each time it moved when it wasn't gelled out of the way. The way his eyes sparkled as they looked into yours even though you were both just friends, the way they looked like they were only meant to look into yours.

You and Taehyun had met each other as kids when your mom had forgotten to pick you up at school, and as tears rolled down your face, he was the only one to wipe them away despite being just as young as you. He always seemed to just know the right things to say, and growing up whenever you felt any emotion, he stuck by you and chose to make you feel better regardless of how you felt. As he grew older, his features matured, and you couldn't help but accept that what the things you felt towards him weren't as simple as platonic emotions. Was it something more? No, it couldn't be, right?

As you walked underneath the multicolored sky, with grey clouds shrouding the setting sun. You figured it would rain, and your house was farther than Taehyun's from the café you worked at. So here you found yourself once more, at the doorstep of his house. However, it started raining long before you could reach there and you ended up soaking wet as you rang the doorbell. Even though the both of you grew older, you couldn't help but want him beside you. As the lightning strikes behind you, Taehyun opens the door.

"Hey y/n, please come in! I was going to call you over, are you okay? Why are you standing outside in this storm?" said Taehyun with concern. But in your head, all you could think is how he looked at you with his sparkly eyes again. No! Don't look at me with those eyes...

"Hey...I just wanted to stop by, but it started storming before I could get here. I'm sorry for showing up randomly." You frowned and spoke with a slight pout on your face.

"Well, you gonna come in or not?" Taehyun smiled at you, wrapping his beautiful fingers around your wrist and his other around your waist. You could feel the contrast of his warm touch through your now cold and wet clothes. Of course, he was wearing one of those tight black compression tees with no sleeves. You could see each and every single vein of his. You could see his muscles bulging each time he swayed his arm while leading you in. You wondered what else he could do with those hands of his....

—

Ever since the day he saw you crying at school, he never wanted you to shed another tear. He never wanted a sad expression to cover your delicate eyes that blinked a little too much when they were confused or tearing up, he never wanted your lips to shake when those very tears fell, or even the corners to droop a little. After Taehyun wrapped you in a towel and led you to his room to give you some of his spare clothes to wear, which were already oversized on him, so they fit you even looser. Taehyun couldn't explain how that made him feel. He wanted to take care of you, but a part of him wanted to ruin you. He wanted to ruin you so that no one else could have you. Just him, you'd be just his forever, but he's too scared to mess up what he has already.

"Y/n, why don't you come here? You wanna drink a little bit to warm up from how chilly it's gotten outside? Plus, we can loosen up a little and just relax. You can even sleep over since the storm probably won't subside till tomorrow morning. I have magic tricks to show you!" said Taehyun enthusiastically. "Sure Tyun, I'm up for it if you are." You say as you show him the sweetest smile. He poured both you and him a shot each, and you decided to quickly go sit on the couch he was on.

As you downed the shot and plopped down onto the couch next to him. You could see a bunch of different things laid out on his coffee table, ranging from a stack of cards to small items like a coin. "What's all this for Tyun? Learning more magic tricks?" You questioned. Inside your head, you questioned if he could make your complicated feelings for him disappear instead of any of the objects. "Yeah y/n! There's some really cool ones I have to show you." said Taehyun. When he told you that he had new tricks to show you, you didn't think it would involve so many lingering touches. You were burning up, and unfortunately, Taehyun caught onto it as usual.

You usually did tend to get hot after a shot, which was originally the reason why the both of you took a shot together. But, now you felt your blood rushing to your core because Taehyun and you were both tipsy, and you knew how clingy he got after drinking a little bit. This is exactly how you got to the position of him hovering above you on the couch as you laid down, as he pulled out yet another coin from behind your ear as you looked for where it disappeared to. "Tyun, can you show me how to do a trick?" You knew that curiosity killed the cat, so why did you ask the question you just did?

Taehyun smirked. Why is he smirking? You were going to explode, and you swore this man would be the death of you. "You know a magician never reveals his tricks....but this time I'll show you exactly how to do it." said Taehyun as he moved his face just centimeters away from yours, a hint of mischief in his voice—he continued on to say, "but you have to sit back and really relax, ok y/n? You can tell me to stop any time you want. We don't even have to do this if you don't want to."

His eyes sparkled just as much they did each time he looked at you, and you could see he meant every word he was saying. "Tyun, you know I trust you with my life, right?" Your eyes reflected his as you looked into them with just as much admiration as he did. You wanted to tell him you love him horribly in this moment, but something held you back. What if he didn't want you in that way? What if—

Suddenly, you felt his warm hand on your cheek as he pulled you into a searing, passionate, and long kiss. You felt every emotion of his, every second that he longed for you, you felt every ounce of love that he held back all these years. Everything was poured into that one kiss. You tasted the shot on his lips, but you didn't want to pull away. Your feelings for him washed over you in the most dramatic waves, and you kept kissing him until you felt each atom of oxygen leave your lungs. "Tyun, I love you. Please..."

You were so needy that you could only squeeze your thighs together and whimper. "I love you more, darling. You wanna know what my magic trick is, baby? I can make my fingers disappear." said Taehyun with that smirk of his plastered onto his perfect face once again. "W- what do you mean Tyun? Please don't tease me." You blushed and hid your face to the side of the sofa, but Taehyun just put his hand on your jaw and made you look at him.

"Baby, to learn the trick, you're going to have to watch me, right?" said Taehyun. You could have came just from him being so suggestive with you. You couldn't take him being on top of you like this any longer if he didn't do anything. He made quick work of your top and bottoms and slipped your panties off of your legs slowly. "You're so beautiful for me, all for me....only for me y/n." Taehyun breathed out in a whisper.

A moan escapes your lips as soon as you see his lips latch on to your clit, he licks a stripe up your cunt and proceeds to keep eye contact just so he can make sure you're watching how dirty he's being. "T- Tyun! Mmmh—" you whimpered pathetically, and Taehyun moaned out simply because of how beautiful you sounded as you dripped onto his faux leather couch. "Baby, I'm going to show you the main part of the trick, keep watching closely okay? You're doing amazing. You'll be great at this trick darling."

He took his ring and middle finger and played around with your slick until they coated his long and slender fingers, and he slowly slipped into you inch by inch. "Tyuuun! I can't—'s too much!" You moaned out and and teared up, it's not that it hurt, but it's that it felt too good that you felt like you'd lose your mind.

"Baby, you can take it. Take your time, I'm right here." said Taehyun as he brought his face back up to you, placed the hand gripping your hips on to your cheek, and left another long kiss with his plush and swollen lips onto yours. You tasted yourself on him, and you felt even more intoxicated and dizzy than you did after getting tipsy from that shot. "a- ahhh please Tyun...please move. Do something, please!" You begged him. After all, he couldn't ever reject a request from his princess. "At your command, darling" Taehyun said in a raspy manner.

Taehyun managed to brush against your most sensitive spot each time he moved his fingers, and it felt so good that it didn't even take him many strokes until you were screaming his name. "Tyun!! Please, I- I mmmh— cumming!!!" You mewled as tears rolled down your pretty face. Taehyun looked up at you like you were his world as you came down from your high, because you were his world.

"Told you I'd make my fingers disappear baby, think you can show me if you can make something else disappear next?" Taehyun whispered into your ear, as he proceeded to leave marks onto your neck.

The only thing he couldn't make disappear even if he could.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Astarion with a s/o who comes from a noble family of mages? S/o's family is super laid-back and chill with everyone, though.

For the first time in nearly 200 years, Astarion was nervous. He couldn't believe it. Him. Nervous.

He genuinely couldn’t remember a time in his life when he had been nervous before. Terrified, depressed, manipulated, scorned, disgusted, mutilated to the core. But he’d never been nervous.

Astarion supposed this came with the territory of ‘meeting the family’. He wondered if they had felt nervous when they met his family? Probably not. Since they ambushed them in the middle of the night and then scurried off into the dark, with not so much as a goodbye. Besides, he genuinely doesn’t think that [Y/N] could be nervous. Nervous in meeting people came from a subconscious thought that people wouldn’t like them. Who wouldn’t like [Y/N]?

“You look like you’re going to the gallows.” They comment as they cross the threshold of the estate and head towards an equally ornate door.

Astarion had walked past this gate a thousand times in his years. Skulking in the shadows. Looking for victims. Such grand homes were off limits to him before, because of his condition. Cazador had been very clear that he was only to take wretches and low born when he went hunting. He told Astarion that that would be who he was best suited to go after, as it was similar to his station. Plus, when noble people start disappearing people tend to care. Cazador didn’t need that kind of attention. So he walked past the house, looking at it’s bright pillars and shining light from the windows, with envy and distaste. Now he was being welcomed in.

“What? I’m the picture of excitement, my love.” He told them. Not letting them get a glimpse of his internal monologue. “It’s just…been a while, since I’ve been invited to a social setting. Cazador…before…he would host events at the palace to cull more sheep, but we were only their for a moment before sent back to the kennels. No opportunity to socialize when you’re on the rack. So you lot were the only real conversation I’ve had in decades. Not that I didn’t appreciate everyone’s company, now that it’s over, but they all go leave something to be desired on the wit & banter scale.”

[Y/N] chuckled. Sensing that his jabs were in good fun, and perhaps sensing that they were also made out of nerves. He paused them then, just before ringing the bell for the door. "I want to make a good impression. Not a....pretend one. Like I'm used to. I can put on a good show for a few hours and have people eating out of the palm of my hand. But long term?" Astarion may have just gulped then. "I appreciate that I'm perhaps not the best choice for the only child of a noble family."

[Y/N]'s cheery disposition fell, and they calm close to cup their hand to his cheek. "Don't say that. You're wonderful. And, you're the one I choose." If he had a beating heart it would be singing like a hummingbird's. "Besides," they added as they rang the bell, "who wouldn't be swayed by your charms?"

"Hmm....that is true...”

They are greeted by a maid and then almost instantly by their mother. Who seemed to be waiting in the wings. Clearly over the moon to see them. It surprised Astarion.

When he thought of noble houses, he thought of starched shirts and stiff upper lips. Preening complexions looking down their noses at others with cool indifference. But this woman seemed so….warm.

“You must be Astarion! It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She greeted him with her hand to shake his.

It was like her greetings flipped a switch in his mind, and Astarion instantly went into his ‘charming self’. “The pleasure his all mine, your grace.” He gave a little bow and scooped up her hand to kiss it. Which made their mother giggle.

“Oh my! They are the charmer, aren’t they.”

“I certainly think so.” [Y/N] quipped.

The rest of the evening went….well. Or at least he thought it had.

Astarion was a little lost on the mark on how to charm people platonically. It just didn’t feel as natural as what he was doing before (although nothing was ‘natural’ about it. only routine). Their mother kept the conversation going with her light chatter and bubbly personality. While their father provided stoic, but congenial remarks throughout the evening. He was a good man. An honorable man. It was so rare to find them these days, particularly amongst nobility.

Very late into the evening, almost getting too close to dawn for his comfort, Astarion and [Y/N] bid goodbye to their parents. With an open invitation to come back any time, and a few notes on upcoming social events they were welcome to.

“That was…interesting…”

“What? You don’t like my parents?” [Y/N] asked as they walked home.

“No, no. I do. It’s just….I always pictured noblemen & women to be more…formal.” He doesn’t remember much of his former life, save for his death, but Astarion always assumed that his attitude came from his breeding as a young man of the nobility back in his time. He would be devastated to find out that he was really just an ass of his own doing.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve only ever met nobles in a formal setting.” Astarion shrugged. He supposed that was true. “Who we are for the public and who we are in life if very different. My family ‘can put on a good show’, to use your phrasing, but typically find it exhausting. Neither one of them is the best at politic, but our line is so old that it wouldn’t matter anyway.”

“So they had you to be their political cat?” Astarion remarked with a grin. Thinking back on all those poor souls they persuaded into giving up their purse or letting them pass without incident.

[Y/N] returned his grin. “They like you, though. Mother made several mentions of it when we were alone. Father too.”

“He mentioned that he liked me?” That was a surprise.

[Y/N] pondered the question for a moment. “Hmm…it’s more that he didn’t make mention of it. If he hated you, he would have let me know. You too, in fact.”

Astarion let out a heavy sigh from a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He had done it. He had made a good impression. They liked him.

His chest suddenly felt tight. Swelling with…pride?

Astarion couldn’t think of a time when someone generally liked him before; save their adventuring camp. Lusted after him. Wanted to be ‘friendly’ with him. But just plain liked him? That was a new feeling.

They walk home in relative silence after meeting the relatives. [Y/N] seeming to enjoy the night air. While Astarion tried to process these new feelings of nervousness, pride, and platonic affection.

[fuctacles]

@steddiesummerexchange for @chaosgremlinmunson | part 3/3 | beta @stevesjockstrap 💚

T | 10858 | Steddie, Buckingham, platonic Stobin and Hellcheer, Wayne&Eddie | Soulmate AU, unconventional soulmates, misunderstandings, idiot4idiot, fluff | divider by me | Part 1 | Part 2 | Ao3

He knows he has to tell Chrissy as soon as possible, but she'll have to wait. There's someone else he has to go through first. 

He kicks off his shoes, hangs up his jacket, and accepts his fate.

"So, not a word, but I got a new tattoo."

Wayne turns away from the TV, raising one bushy eyebrow at his nephew.

"Thought you were playing DnD today."

Eddie nods his head, sways on the balls of his feet, and sighs. 

"I was," he admits, and holds his hand up, palm facing his uncle. 

He observes in real time as the realization hits his beloved relative and an infuriating grin spreads on his face.

"I said not a word!"

"I'm not saying anything." Wayne raises his hands innocently, the satisfied grin on his face making his wrinkles contort in joy.

"I gotta call Chris," Eddie grumbles, making a beeline for the phone. His uncle's amused gaze doesn't leave him for a second.

Chrissy is, needless to say, ecstatic. She makes plans to get ready together faster than he can explain the situation. It ends with him digging deep into his wardrobe the next day. 

"I don't have any good jeans!" he exclaims, showing his friend another pair. 

"Well, I want to see all of them anyway, so I can choose the ones that give you at least an illusion of an ass," she explains patiently, sitting on his bed and doing nothing else but judging.

"Rude," he murmurs, but he's aware his ass is as flat as a wooden plank so he doesn't argue. "What if he's a platonic soulmate too? What if I'm misinterpreting things again?"

"Please don't remind me." Chrissy shudders and Eddie makes a face of his own. When they first found each other, there were a couple of unsuccessful attempts at kissing before they realized they were strictly platonic. "Then he'll have to fight me because I'm not sharing. He already has his platonic soulmate, we're all due for some action."

"You know, as much as I know you," Eddie says, pulling out another pair of pants from under a pile of winter clothes. "It never ceases to amaze me how nasty you are."

"You're nasty," she throws back. "Now put these on, I wanna see some ass."

His outfit looks the same as always, with a couple of minuscule differences Chrissy insists are making a change. His pants are charcoal, not black, and his ass is almost noticeable in them, and his shirt is one of the shorter ones. If he moves his arms the right way, a sliver of his stomach will show. He barely wins the battle for his hair, though.

"We can't have the same hair!" he protests when she describes what she wants to do - a ponytail with some loose strands. She pouts, with torture devices already in hand: a brush and a scrunchie.

"I'll let my hair loose," she offers, surprising him. She always complains about hair getting in her face when it's not tied back.

"You're that determined, huh?"

She nods her head furiously.

"Fine," he sighs. "Do your worst."

In the end, he doesn't look bad, but also not exactly like he tried. Just a cleaner version of his daily look. He gets a stink eye from his friend when he throws a leather jacket over it but she doesn't say anything. She knows he doesn't have many to choose from. 

They drive to the mall, where they are planning to grab ice cream before going to the cinema. When the pairs spot each other at the entrance, Steve seems to take extra joy in waving to Eddie. The dice on his palm rattles and so does Eddie's when he waves back. They both land on twenties. 

Despite it all starting because of the girls, it was their first official hang-out together, so the boys hung back to give them some space. And to observe the intense stare Robin was giving Chrissy's hand, like she was too overwhelmed to touch it. Eddie could tell that Steve was barely holding back a laugh.

"What are we seeing," Eddie asks when Steve wins the fight at the register and pays for his chocolate cone.

"Some comedy about aliens. Or, there's also a romcom we can switch to."

"Nah." Both Robin and Eddie stick out their tongues with disgust.

"Well, sci-fi comedy it is."

They chat a bit at the ice cream place, mostly watching Robin and Chrissy's attempts at flirting, before moving on to the ticket booth. When Steve asks for two double seats away from each other, something must show on Eddie's face, because Steve smirks at him.

"For privacy," he says, reaching out to gently trace the outside of his hand with his fingers. 

Eddie has to be pushed towards the theatre after that, too floored to move. He panics a little when separated from his soulmate, who is too engrossed in her crush to even notice. 

"Hey." Steve tugs gently on the cuff of his jacket. "Relax, I'm not going to eat you. I won't even touch you if you don't want me to." He seems disappointed by that prospect but his tone is soft and genuine. Eddie knows he can trust him so he twists his wrist to squeeze his hand gently.

"It's okay. I'm just still a little surprised by it, is all," he reassures him. 

"Okay." Steve squeezes back. "Just tell me if I'm too much."

"Sure." 

He doesn't have to say anything, because he can barely sense his presence next to him. Other than them putting up the armrest to press their shoulders together, and Steve brushing against his hand from time to time, he doesn't press further. Eddie, though, is getting antsy, and having Steve next to him proves to be just a part of this problem. Halfway through the movie, he leans closer to his companion.

"You're never picking the movie again."

Steve groans quietly. It sounds like he's relieved.

"I know, I'm sorry," he admits his mistake. "It looked good in the trailer."

"They are supposed to look good." Eddie points out. "Wanna leave?"

Steve hesitates. They both look at where their friends are sitting. The girls are leaning towards each other though facing the screen, probably roasting the movie to shreds.

"They seem fine, I guess," Steve reluctantly agrees. Eddie stands up without further prompting and gently leads him through the dark, down the steps, and to the exit.

The light in the hall blinds them for a second but Eddie doesn't drop his hand, half-blindly pushing forward.

"Gotta use the bathroom. Then we can grab a bite or something."

"We should wait for the lovebirds," Steve protests. 

Eddie rolls his head to the side, not sharing the sentiment.

"I don't know, they seem fine without us."

"But it's a double date," Steve presses. 

"Okay Harrington, we can just hang around the mall I guess. Until that sad excuse of a movie ends." He gives in, shaking his head. 

Steve seems happy with getting his way, which weirdly makes Eddie feel the same. 

They ease their grip on each other only when they reach the bathroom. Without a word they enter stalls far away from each other, figuring the urinals would make it too awkward. When they are washing their hands minutes later, Steve gives him a grin through the mirror.

"We have the bathroom all to ourselves, you know?"

Eddie raises an eyebrow, something in his gust twisting with nervous anticipation.

"Yeah? You wanna murder me or something?"

"Uh, no?" Steve's smile falls. "I just— Sorry, that was stupid. Forget I said anything," he sighs, threading his fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair. 

Eddie turns sideways to face him, his hip digging into the sink.

"You know, Chris and I tried dating for like a week after we found out. Kissing her felt wrong, like I was kissing my sister, but we were both convinced we were interested in each other like that."

Steve makes a face.

"Yeah, I was so sure I had a crush on Robin for a while. But then she said she's strictly into girls and we quickly realized we're twins separated at birth." He smiles. "So I uh, understand why you'd want to feel things out first." He nods.

But Eddie bites his cheek.

"That is the opposite of what I'm saying."

Steve cocks his head, brows furrowed. He has mirrored Eddie's stance, leaning against the sink.

"What are you saying?"

"Yeah, I do wanna feel things out, but I think kissing would be most efficient."

Steve doesn't hide the smile that grows on his face. Eddie bristles at that, mostly from anxiety and embarrassment. He chuckles nervously.

"Okay, your excitement scares me a bit. You really wanna kiss me that bad?"

"I don't think you realize how kissable you are." Steve shifts a bit like he's getting ready to pounce. "Can I?"

"Be my guest." Eddie waves his hand and straightens up himself, his minimal experience making him unsure of the proceedings.

He's expecting a straightforward kiss, but it's not what he gets. Steve slides closer, his heavy hand landing on his side. His face is right there, but instead of his lips, there is a feather-light touch on his nose, where Steve gently traces it with the tip of his own, inhaling his skin. Eddie breathes softly and okay holy shit there goes the first soft peck on his lips. Then another. And two more, until he's softly murmuring "Stop teasing" against them, prompting Steve to capture his lips in a proper kiss. 

There's nothing of the confusion from his kisses with Chrissy. This time the emotions are easy to pinpoint and decipher. They grow like an itch at the tips of his fingers, eager to touch, and he indulges by wrapping his arms around the man in front of him. They take a couple of wobbly steps towards the wall until Eddie can comfortably lean against it, trapped between cold tiles and Steve's warm body.

"Does it feel platonic?" Steve leans back to ask, his hand sneaking under his jacket to slide over his hip, scorching hot without the thick layer of leather.

"My dick says no," Eddie answers, making Steve snicker.

"Well, my dick agrees with yours."

They look into each other's eyes, a new form of understanding weaving between them, a bond more complex than the matching tattoos on their palms. They are each other's and there is nothing platonic about it.

Eddie muffles an unsexy sound of laughter, held back in his throat. Steve's lip wobbles.

"Maybe they should touch, they might be soulmates too."

The dam bursts, and they start laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh my god," Steve wheezes out, leaning heavily on Eddie. "You're so stupid."

"You're stupid," Eddie counters between laughs, shoving him before wrapping his arms back around him. Their tight embrace is the only thing holding them up while they laugh against each other.

They barely register the sound of the door opening, but catch the movement with the corners of their eyes. They turn in unison and spot a guy, frozen in shock by the sight of them: two guys holding one another up in a fit of laughter. The three men look at each other in silence, until Eddie squeaks and it starts all over. The man runs into the stall furthest away.

Eddie shoves Steve away, and Steve shoves back. They start a half-hearted slapfight until Steve catches his right hand, the one with the tattoo, and kisses the inside of his palm. Eddie's eyes go wide.

Steve grins and skips out of the bathroom.

"Hey!" Eddie calls after him, quickly following. "Not fair!"

The girls find them lounging on the sofas in front of the theatre, poking each other with Twizzlers. Or maybe feeding each other. The scene is unclear, but the wide smiles on the men's faces are unmistakable.

"Twizzler?" Steve offers to his soulmate while poking Eddie's cheek with the candy. The man catches it with his teeth and tries to pull it from his grasp.

"Sure, thanks." Robin grabs one from the pack without batting an eye. "I get it the date was a success?"

"Was yours?" Eddie asks back, looking at Chrissy with a Twizzler hanging from his mouth.

"Yeah." She grins, hip-checking Robin. 

The girl blushes, chewing on her candy intensely. She's avoiding Steve's gaze but his stare only intensifies. He's basically peeling his eyelids back to burn a hole in her forehead with his eyes only.

"Did you guys kisssss?"

"Robin. Robin. ROBIN. Don't ignore me."

"I know you can hear me. ROBIN!"

She flinches when he mentally yells at her and he raises an eyebrow now that he has her attention. She glares at him.

"We did. Did you?"

He smiles smugly.

"Duh."

She snorts.

The exchange doesn't go unnoticed by their other soulmates.

"What was that about?" Chrissy asks first with a frown. But before any of them can answer, Eddie suddenly grips Steve's knee.

"Holy shit!"

Steve looks at him. Eddie's eyes are wide and full of awe, which is becoming his favorite expression on the man. 

"Can you read each other's minds?!"

"Uh, yeah," Steve admits, suddenly sheepish about the ability he's been so happy to have. And which impressed the little nerds to no end. And the big nerd too, apparently. If the way he started shaking his knee was anything to go by.

"Steve! My man! My soul!" Steve can't help but laugh at his exaggerated antics. "Magic tattoo? Mind reading? What other freaky shit can you do?"

"Well, the mind reading is more Robin than me..."

"Still!"

"...and the other freaky shit I don't show on the first date." He grins cheekily. 

Eddie's mind goes blank for a second, his excitement freezing as he reboots and processes what he just heard. Steve's grin only widens. He might like this reaction even better. 

Robin makes a retching sound, as she does, so he flips her the bird, as he does. Chrissy, though, has an evil smile that lets him know she'll be a great co-schemer in making Eddie squirm.

"Uh-huh." Eddie's mind has rebooted by now, so he looks back to him. "Next date when, then?" he asks. He tries not to look too eager but fails miserably. 

"I'm free tomorrow?"

"Perfect." Eddie grins at him. Steve picks his hand up from his knee and gives the tattoo there a gentle kiss. He bites back a smile at the soft gesture. 

"Do you guys have any soulmate abilities?" Robin asks, always the mood ruiner. She makes another dive for the candy and Steve lets her have the bag. He'd rather hold Eddie's hands anyway. They're a bit sticky from the Twizzler fight, but he doesn't mind. Maybe he should lick them clean...

"Well..." Chrissy trails off, and it immediately picks up his curiosity. 

"Don't say it," Eddie hisses at her, eyes narrowed. She shrugs with a teasing smile.

"They're gonna find out anyway. Besides," she pouts and gives him her best puppy eyes. (Steve is very impressed, after all, game recognizes game.) "Are you ashamed of our bond?"

Eddie seethes. 

"I fucking hate you," he says, but doesn't stop her from saying what she wants to. He just looks away and Steve observes his cheeks going progressively redder. 

"Eddie knows my cheering routine by heart."

Eddie makes a displeased sound in his throat and refuses to look back at him. 

"Really?" Robin sounds impressed. "So you guys can perform together?"

"Yup. And we do. My cheer squad fucking hates it."

Steve can't help but imagine him among the cheerleaders, in a matching dress. It would show off most of his hairy thighs, and his long legs. He'd have to tie his hair up like today so they don't go in the way while he's jumping and cheering for Steve's team, pompom's shaking, skirt flipping up when he spins—

"Where the fuck did your mind just go?" Eddie's voice brings him back to reality. His face is still red, but his eyes are now narrowed in an attempt to look threatening. 

"Can I see it?" he asks in lieu of an answer, though it's probably enough to clue him in. "In a cheer outfit, preferably?"

Eddie starts to sputter out protests, but Chrissy grins mischievously at Steve. 

"I can make that happen."

He knew he was going to love her. 

[sebwritesstories]

SALLY STARLET NAME-GIVING OBSERVATIONS

Okay, this is just a small theory, but I've noticed how Sally interacts with her fellow neighbors, and I have guesses on how she addresses them, and whether that shows her respect for them (which may change as the Welcome Home timeline becomes clearer to navigate).

To do so, I will list the characters based on whether they are the most or least respected, to make the tier list clear.

SALLY STARLET🌈⭐️: Mainly tiering her first for the ENORMOUS amount of self-respect she has. From that, we can see that she isn't one to lengthen, fancify, or change her moniker in any sort of way or form. She is, of course, Sally Starlet! The kind of pride and integrity that she has for herself is one of her more redeemable qualities, at least in my opinion.

POPPY PARTRIDGE🥧🧶: Sally's home-bodied galpal may be second on the list, but she is the only other neighbor that she constantly calls by her own name. Not to mention the fact that Poppy is the only neighbor that Sally will constantly praise for her talents, try to break out of her isolating lifestyle, and admit her mistakes and goof-ups to (which is something Sally has too much pride to do with any other neighbor)! From that, I can safely say that Sally holds Poppy in the highest regard (maybe even higher than platonically expected, we shall see), which shows through the lack of name fancification.

BARNABY B. BEAGLE🌭🎉: I am mainly putting Barnaby here for now, as he is the only other neighbor yet to be called a fancy moniker, but tends to get Sally riled up for the sake of it. It has often been stated how segments with Sally's plays will often be changed in some silly shape or form, mainly by Barnaby wanting to mess with her (similar to the Fractured Fairytales segment from Rocky and Bullwinkle). She could respect him as a fellow lover of theater and show-biz (as they play around a bit, like in Eddie's Big Lift), but I will hold off on speculations until the update next week.

JULIE JOYFUL💐🎳: This colorful character will be called both "Juliet" and her own name when Sally is exasperated with her. From their interactions, Sally seems to be patient enough around Julie and will be tolerant of the changes to stories and plays that she comes up with.

WALLY DARLING🎨🍎: Our gracious host will be called "Walliford" or his own name for similar reasons. Like any other neighbor, Sally has a fondness for Wally, despite his lack in acting skills, and will ask him for help with prop creation and directing assistance.

HOWDY PILLAR🐛🍓: The neighborhood grocer has only been called "Howardson". Sally seems to have no ill will toward Howdy, and will often call upon him for plays due to his acting skills (which unfortunately lead to advertising his store). Sally seemed to a jab at Howdy from time to time, but can easily be swayed by his scam tactics.

HOME🏡🥞: Has only been called by her own name, and we have yet to see any direct interactions between them and Sally.

FRANK FRANKLY🦋🍮: I have only heard Sally call Frank "Fred" while introducing him, so take that as you will (at least until there is a clearer timeline).

EDDIE DEAR✉️🥖: Poor, poor Eddie. He doesn't even get the privilege of being called a proper name. Sally will often refer to Mr. Dear as the "mailman", and will expect him to wait on her like a servant. To be clear, she isn't the only one to overwork or demean him because nearly every neighbor does so (with the exceptions of Wally, Poppy, and maybe Frank). But at least most neighbors have the decency to call Eddie by his name in any form (though this may show my bias, cause I kin Eddie in many respects).

Anywho, thats all I have to say for Sally, till the update! This is mainly just a drabble of sorts, but feel free to say your piece! Constructively, of course.

[pxperplxnets]

fanfics and besties (platonic)

summary: y/n, paul and kimi read fanfictions about them.

pairing: kimi antonelli x driver!reader x paul (entirely platonic)

word count: 618

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

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y/n couldn't breathe of laughing so hard.

her and her two best friends, paul and kimi were currently laughing at her phone, where a fanfiction about them was projected.

look, they didn’t normally read that kind of stuff, but when she was answering dms and stumbled upon it, she had to show them.

the title read ‘wars for y/n’ and she quickly realised it was about the two boys fighting for her. she found that to be the funniest thing someone could ever tell her, because the guys would never see her that way, they were all basically siblings at that point.

“y/n is mine, kimi, and i recommend you to back off if you don't want something to happen to you on the race” paul read in between laughs, trying his best to sound serious. “never, that pretty girl is mine!” the three of them exploded in laughs as kimi read “pretty girl?” paul asked, going red with laughter “who talks like that?” y/n questioned, trying to breathe.

pablo passed by them, looking at them funny for the way they were laughing. the three sat on a couch that was barely big enough, y/n in the middle and the two guys on the sides, close to her to be able to see the phone. the engineer laughed, pulling out his phone to record the interaction.

“okay, okay, keep going” kimi said as he regained his breath “i’ll be damned if i let you have her” paul continued, making his best ‘book man voice’, how he described it earlier “you will not let me, as she already is mine” kimi tried to deepen his voice “i do not belong to anyone!” y/n read dramatically, swaying her arm and accidentally hitting paul’s face, making them laugh once again. “b-b-but y/n! i burn for you!” kimi exaggerated the stuttered “not the bridgeton quote” y/n wheezed, making them laugh harder.

“you are the object of all my desires!” paul exclaimed, making a recovering y/n explode again “bro this is just plain plagiarism!” the girl rolled off the couch, hitting her head on the floor and causing the boys to laugh even harder.

they continued reading for a while until they all got the same notification.

‘prema_team tagged you in their story.’

y/n opened it on her phone, smiling at the screen once she saw the video of them laughing.

‘only laughs at the prema headquarters @paul_aron @kimi.antonelli @y/nthecoolkid’

later that day, the trio sat on the same couch. both of the boy’s head rested on each of her shoulders as she scrolled on tik tok, liking and commenting on edits that the fans made.

she moved onto instagram, answering dms and sending them a picture of the three, knowing that edits would come out of the recent content.

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bonus!!

“you do not burn for me and i'm not the object of your desires” y/n defended, shedding a tear at the confrontation. “you only want me because you do not want each other to have me” her words struck them like lightning. was she right?

“b-but y/n, i-” kimi was cut off by the sound of a car roaring next to them. sebastian climbed his way out, taking his helmet off as a gust of wind moved his hair. “y/n, i’ve come to save you from these greedy men!” his voice made her smile as she climbed into his car “goodbye, boys! i hope i can see you again.” sebastian handed her a helmet and as she put it on, he drove into the sunset, leaving paul and kimi standing by themselves, looking longly into the distance.

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authors note:

i have no idea what this is but i laughed while writing it so thats good.

hope you like it<33

REUPLOAD

[sincerelystesichorus]

me becoming a gortash apologist apparently

i never thought i'd say this. i am thinking about Enver Gortash. i'm usually not one of his apologists but... i've had brain rot for my Durge lately, and i think a big moment of developing your Durge is how you react to meeting Gortash again, yeah? you may or may not be close with Karlach but the party and Durge especially have all faced similar trauma of betrayal and exploitation nonetheless (and so has Gortash), he's already been introduced vaguely at the end of Act 2 as a threat/main villain, he worships Bane, he has general edge lord vibes (remember that bit where I'm usually not a Gortash apologist djdjdjd); what i'm trying to spit out, is there's a lot to sway you against Gortash in that first meeting. and I'd argue even a little further, as someone that followed Orin's plans of betrayal against him in my first Tav run, (just because her audacity is so damn funny.)

But anyway. Meeting Gortash. Finding out you used to be close. Perhaps homoerotically, perhaps in a strange platonic manner, or some other third thing, but nonetheless, Durge is assumably the only person Gortash has ever truly liked. He just really goes out of his way with praise at meeting again, the use of the word favorite is notable, and if Gortash had anyone worth elevating, he would, right? That was how Ketheric got here, Orin wants more credibility for herself and the Bhaalists, and Gortash... just enslaves his parents in their old home/business. But he liked you. He's really so similar to Astarion (it's nothing, you're just the only person I've ever truly cared for); he's just already a touch too far gone in his power hungry search for security. He's already repeated the cycle, years and years ago with Karlach as the main example and just the inevitability of being Bane's Chosen. And yet - Durge comes marching through the door again with this band of misfits and his old lackey he wronged, and he's willing to make a true bargain.

And I know it's just in Gortash's character to scheme, but l think playing as reformed Durge makes Gortash's potential deal all the more devastating, since he will truly follow through on his word (or, at least he would.)

It's so funny to show up dating Astarion or Shadowheart, and imagine them teasing you later that night, saying they thought you'd have better taste. Or the bitterness of being with Karlach, knowing that you seemed to be in such deep kahoots. And so on. The point is not valuing that past relationship with Gortash. Focusing on the shiny and new.

And like whatever. Gortash isn't ever going to publicly present that his feelings are hurt but like... wouldn't they? Your past lover or at the very least, only close friend struts in, now thinking they're some big shot, so beyond everything you two had ever done... when you always lived in their shadow beforehand, frankly. Gortash adores how this flawless plan was majorly Durge's, critiques Orin's sloppy manner of filling your place, how Ketheric was just a means to an end. But he liked you. The person who helped him raid Mephistopheles' vault, in turn helping him spit not only in the arch devil's face, but his past captor, Raphael's too (since Raph lives chronically in the shadow of his father, imo.) The person who thought they could formulate and enact this whole plot, and the only one he was willing to follow, to be an equal with, now coming to tell him what everyone always does, inevitably.

A final fuck you, or some form of betrayal, the same thing that caused his mess all those years ago when sold off to that warlock.

It would have to hurt, and while it's funny to imagine my little gnome Durge dying inside and cackling to the party about sleeping with an enemy and technically being the enemy... a little obssessed at the angst you could perceive of Gortash somehow falling for any crazy Bhaalspawn, nonetheless Durge, who was never one for morals, coming back renewed and not to come get him or work things out... but to slay him or turn against him. I'd send the Steelwatchers after our asses too.

In conclusion, Gortash, probably:

sigh. my bias against greasy little guys could never truly make me hate you, enver gortash. look at you, the man that you are.

[camels-pen]

the difference between zosopp and sanuso (romantic OR platonic) is that Usopp is Zoro's specialest little guy and Zoro is someone Usopp hangs out with and looks up to and hides behind when things get scary, but Sanji and Usopp are best friends. They horse around, they beat each other up, they confide their worst fears trying to one up each other. Usopp hides behind Sanji sometimes, sure, but idk, Sanji's weaknesses are more obvious (bugs, fighting women, etc) so there are times when Usopp has to stand in front of Sanji too, yknow?

Like, how do I say this, all the crewmates are equal- Usopp and Zoro are equals- but with Sanji it feels like more... comradery? Zoro's a rock in a terrible storm- even rocks tend to get weathered and chipped and worn down, but they overall stay strong and steady. He has trouble being vulnerable and there are times when the burden he's placed on himself to keep the crew safe is crushing his chest. Usopp would help with that and be very understanding, but the point I'm trying to get with that is that those moments are few and far between. So I feel like Usopp, especially after Water 7, would take Zoro's lead on something like that, and keep most of his worries to himself or only talk about them sparingly unless they're really bad and/or he can't hide them.

Sanji is like a tree in a storm; he can be strong, yes, but it feels like he bends and sways with the storm, and has more obvious breaking points. He can relate more to Usopp's struggles rather than resorting to blunt honesty that might border on callous like Zoro. And while, with Zosopp, I tend to think of scenarios with Zoro being blunt like that as a good thing- because sometimes when you're spiraling, it's nice to have someone say exactly what's great about you and shoot down all your worries with straight facts that you can't argue with- I can also see this as being a bad thing. Anxiety can really twist up your brain sometimes, you know? And despite the words, the tone could still mess someone up if they're already feeling like a burden on others in some way.

With Sanuso it's a lot more understanding and thoughtful words. It's distractions and comfort food and patience- the kind reserved for Usopp- until Usopp talks about whatever's troubling him. Compared to Zosopp, it doesn't take as long for Usopp to open up, since he's done the same thing to Sanji at times and it's more familiar to him to talk and commiserate with Sanji about his worries and doubts and such. However, there are times stuff like this has absolutely no effect and Sanji will end up at a loss, no idea what to do or how to help over the course of several days with Usopp being quiet and keeping his distance, and he'll end up working himself up about it which will only serve to make Usopp feel worse and. yeah. bit of a vicious cycle with them.

So it's like. Usopp can be weak with both of them, but since I see Sanji as the type of guy who'd be more open with his worries (at least compared to Zoro), there's less of a need to 'perform' and be his best self around him. He's comfortable around Zoro, yes, but he is constantly wanting to show that he won't be a problem to him. On the other hand, while he's more open with Sanji, and Sanji with him, they tend to relate a bit too much with each other and they both have issues with causing trouble for others and being 'deserving of love' so failed attempts at consoling one hurts the other and creates an unpleasant cycle of misery and avoidance before some other crewmate (Zoro) tells them to quit being stupid and just fucking talk to each other.

[yanderes-galore]

Okay, okay. Request are supposed to be open ! How about more of the Fluffy AU romantic with funtime Foxy? Since I read about funtime Freddy it made me think about them for a few moments . . .

If I was wrong about the request I apologize 😭

About time I did this, huh? I just kept the pairing general like usual but I did lean it a bit more into a romantic light for you. Funtime Foxy is referred to as a male fox in this (He/Him). Weird formatting because Tumblr did not enjoy the length.

Yandere! Fluffy AU! Funtime Foxy Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Gore/Graphic descriptions, Stalking, Clingy behavior, Fear of neglect, Implied monster/human at times, Kidnapping, Forced companionship, Slight violence, Ambiguous ending, Disturbing themes.

First things first, for this version of Funtime Foxy I want to incorporate both variations of his personality.

What I mean by this is his more boisterous ringleader/narcissistic personality in UCN along with the more quiet hunter personality in Sister Location.

I feel Fluffy AU Funtime Foxy would have a combination of these two.

Another thing is this Foxy has no relation to Toy Foxy 1.0 (Mangle) or 2.0 (Just usually called Toy Foxy).

He's in an entirely different set.

Next I feel I should try to at least describe him to you all so you have a description to go off of for reading or drawing.

Like Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy has seams all over his body.

Look at the model Funtime Foxy has, every line where a component can open is a seam.

Similar to the bear, certain seams can open to reveal the flesh underneath.

With Foxy it's primarily the seams in the face region, so imagine his jumpscare but the endoskeleton is... well... a skeleton.

In terms of the speaker on him, I never mentioned this on Funtime Freddy as I think I opted to ignore it, but what if these speakers weren't speakers in the AU?

As the funtime line is a failed set of experiments, perhaps these are cybernetic hearts or something like that?

Maybe just Foxy has it in this AU or Freddy does too, either way that is one way to think of it.

You could also just pretend it doesn't exist.

Due to being part of a failed line, Funtime Foxy is kept in the lower levels of the facility.

He has his own cell away from his more volatile bear friend.

Like most Fluffy AU concepts, you are a caretaker/scientist for Foxy.

You are meant to monitor his behavior and continue experimentation on the fox despite him not being a "success".

Failures can still be studied, as Afton says.

Something you note about the white and pink fox is his different... moods?

Most of the time the fox prefers the dark.

Many scientists report the fox sitting alone in the dark of his cell, yellow eyes glaring at anyone who goes by through the reinforced glass window.

Although, I feel the more attention seeking personality appears when you're around.

Most experiments end up attached to their caretaker in some way.

When you turn on the lights and see the foxy uncurl himself, he perks up.

You swear you see his skin quiver as he jumps up to greet you.

The beast has obviously red seams contrasting against his white fur, a hint there's something darker underneath.

When you're around to monitor the fox, he makes an effort to perform.

He was always meant to be a performer.

He shows off that behavior towards those he likes and trusts.

When it comes to this facility, it's often just you.

You often catch his tail sway excitedly as he talks to you.

When with you he's strangely full of himself, telling you he's been waiting to see you again to show you a new performance.

In terms of what these performances are they can be something as simple as attempts to perform agile circus acts.

Or something more devious like an attempt to court you.

Such attempts don't really flatter you, in fact they creep you out.

Foxy may also be playful in nature with you.

Despite not being related to the Toy Foxy attempts, there is one thing they share in common other than appearance. (Mostly with Mangle).

All of them have a thing for their appearance.

This Foxy thinks he's hot stuff and perfect for you, despite the obvious differences between you.

Like most failed experiments you don't get in the cell with Foxy.

Considering how he acts towards you, it probably would not be the safest option anyways.

When Foxy looks towards his caretaker, he feels a connection with you.

He wonders if this is what humans call love and care?

Maybe this connection settles down to a platonic sense of obsession as he is cared for by you?

Or maybe it really does rank up to a strange feeling of romance that he doesn't quite understand.

Things of course don't get bad until the facility crumbles after the Golden Freddy incident.

All experiments end up being released, all lower level failures end up flooding to the upper floors.

Foxy's quiet hunting personality returns once he his free.

Hidden by sirens and circling red lights along with dark spots with broken lights, Foxy keeps hidden.

He isn't interested in meeting up with Freddy for sadistic carnage against those who created him.

Not right now at least, all Foxy cares about is hunting one thing.

You.

Foxy would be hard to spot as the facility fails.

He's pretty good at stealth and may even craw through any small spot to find you.

Once he finds you, it's an eerie sight.

In the red light of alarms you catch sight of the failed beast.

In excitement of you and the hunt, the seams on his face split open.

Like some demented Demogorgon from Stranger Things, the face splits open to reveal a fox-like skull.

You scream and it only seems to set the beast off.

The moment Foxy pounces on you, you can feel his claws excitedly dig into you.

He's finally found you!

His perfect human, all for him to take!

As a result... you're dragged away, deep into the underground of the facility.

Maybe he'll try to escape the lock down of the facility when things calm down.

Right now, he feels his priority is to keep you from the others.

It's about time he shows you the affection he holds for you anyways, isn't it?

[darbuckle21]

hi! (You DONT have to do this tonight, I just get ideas :) )

okay! Brahms, Vincent, And Ghosties x reader who is very shy? And they have a crush on them, like non-binary reader? And they are curvy? And they are just friends, but they end up just going to them saying that they had a nightmare and their reaction? Like friends to lovers?

-your favorite, ziggy <3

Yes ofc!!!!!!! Thanks so much Ziggy for all of your support💕💕💕💕

Info: I made sure to include alternate style in Brahms as a little treat for to you Ziggy!

Brahms

To Brahms you are his best friend. His favorite person on the planet, sure he doesn’t have much to compare it to but he loves you platonically of course. He loves how shy you are especially because you don’t enjoy talking to most people. In his eyes you are this way because you are his. He doesn’t realize the feeling he has are slowly turning less and less platonic. It started off as liking at your pants, they were black with a studded belt. He loves the way you dress the most cause he knows you are a sweetheart on the inside even if you wear a lot of black. In his eyes it’s like dressing up the sweatiest candy in a skull wrapper. Then he begins to notice how beautifully curvy you are. He loves to watch your hips sway when you walk or do dishes. He doesn’t realize he’s staring until you turn scolding him for staring lightheartedly of course. One night he wakes to you crawling into his bed tears streaming down your face. His mind immediately goes to worst case scenario. Who made his baby cry? “Brahms? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up I just had a bad dream, I’m sorry I’ll go back to my room if you want” you cry wiping your tears. He shakes his head opening his arms so you can crawl into them. He doesn’t even realize he’s not wearing his mask. It doesn’t matter all he cares about is making making you feel better. He is fully prepared to kill whoever made his sweet baby cry. That’s when it clicks for him, his sweet baby? He truly loves you and he now realizes it’s always been that way. He looks down at you to find your staring at him with the most beautiful loving expression he’s ever seen. He looks at your lips as if asking before he leans in halfway letting you meet him in the middle. His heart flutters when you finally kiss. He pulls you closer cuddling into you protectively. Yeah there’s no leaving now.

Vincent Sinclair

Vince isn’t used to gentle people, or even quiet people. He’s always been the quiet one, in fact he barely talks. It’s not that he can’t it’s just hard when your brothers always calling you a freak. So when you ever so kindly asked for help on your car even Bo was surprised. He found you to sweet to kill. He didn’t like it when you found the town charming and chose to stay. Vincent however could not be happier. Your friendship started with you watching him work on his sculptures. You of course did not know what was beneath the wax. He made sure to hide that side of himself from you. He couldn’t even imagine life without you and that would surely scare you off. You never pestered him to show his face in fact when he decided to show you, you kept repeating “you don’t have to if you don’t want”. He slept in the basement most nights so when you come downstairs to shake him awake making sure he’s okay he was confused. “Sorry, I just had a nightmare where you where killed by a melting wax building and I wanted to make sure your okay” you whisper nervously. His heart melted at your words, you are too sweat for your own good. He scoots back in his bed making room for you. He loves you, it all started that day he showed you his face. He never thought he deserved you though. Why would someone like you ever like someone like him? The world is twisted that way. “Sorry to bother you” you apologize looking at him in his eyes. You look at him like someone would look at an angel. “You are the most genuine human I have ever met Vince, and the most caring and sensitive. Not to mention handsome” you smile lovingly. He leans In slowly whispering in his unused gravely voice “Kiss?”.

Ghost boys 💕

Stu loves your curves and he will never let you forget it. He loves bragging about you and how beautiful you are. Billy isn’t as vocal about his opinions but he won’t ever let you question whether he loves your curves. Unlike Stu he likes your personality more. You Shyness made you all the more fun to tease. The man loves to watch your face get all red. It wasn’t always this way though. You and Billy met each other after his parents split up. In fact you helped him though a lot of his anger against his dad after. Stu introduced you too actually, at a party when he was with Casey. You and Stu grew up best friends. You too started dating Stu first then Billy joined making it a throuple later on. They loved you and cared deeply, they wouldn’t ever put you in harms way. So when they threw the party they didn’t invite you of course it wasn’t anything new since you didn’t like party’s much anyways you were just glad Stu didn’t drag you to one again. The next morning when yo I saw the news of the party you were devastated immediately rushing to the hospital where your boyfriends recovered. You couldn’t believe Sydney’s dad would do something like that, but then again no one ever expects these things. After the incident you had nightmares all the time of your boyfriends dying. Oddly enough they didn’t or maybe they just didn’t tell you. You don’t care as long as they held you close wiping your tears as you cried explaining your dream. They feel bad putting you through the stress they did. Stu even wishes he could go back and change what happened for your sake.

[littlegeecko]

Thoughts on Carl x Flynn?

EEEEEHHEHFOEAOEODJFDJABSODNJEHBEHJ!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUMPS UP AN DOWN AT MAXIMUM VELOCITY sorry anyways

This is gonna be a long one so buckle up! some spoilers for METAPHOR, BENEFITS, Jenna's good ending and parts of Flynn's route

You already kno thats my shit fr fr lmao

But if i had to go in depth about em, i would point out many things, such as the way that both pretty much sway with each other effortlessly, their interactions feel natural and nice, and granted, theres no hanging tension on them compared to Flynn and everyone else in this fucking group.I think thats moreso a side effect to Carl being so chill tho, you just...vibe with him.

I think first and foremost they're good friends, and that's what they really need in a fucked up place such as Echo, people they can trust and be with without much conflict and be themselves, hell, Flynn states multiple times that Carl is the one thing keeping him sane in this town and giving him a reason to keep going on about his life there, and i dont doubt Carl feels the same by the way he reacts to Flynn possibly leaving (and he even steps up and says he'll go back to Pueblo after they escape Echo, promising to bring Flynn with him. So its not about "Stay here with me" like someone, it's "Anywhere as long you're there")

I can totally understand how people can see their relationship as platonic considering Flynn shows mannerisms with Carl that he shared with Sydney when young, and the fact it's implied Flynn and Syd viewed each other as brothers, but i think that's just how Flynn is; a protector, making sure the people he cares about are alright to the best of his abilities regardless of how fucked up the situation might be, keeping his head high and levered so the others can hang on to him- with some exceptions, of course.

Do I think they make a good couple? i believe yes!

Their presonalities could seem clashing for some but they make it work very well, and they attend each other's weaknesses, such as Flynn helping Carl on his anxiety an depression to the best of his abilities, and Carl allowing Flynn to open up about what's on his mind and being there for him when he needs him the most, and defending him given the chance, no strings attached. Those are their sore spots as characters, and they just make it work without it seeming toxic or one-sided, at least for me

They already have good chemistry as friends, and theres a growing feeling there if you pay attention to the small little things on almost each route when it comes to them, blink and u miss it type stuff, until u get to Flynn's route and its straight up longing for each other: Carl shows jealousy for Flynn talking about Chase and what transpired between em, but he doesn't intervene (Perhaps his own low self-steem?) because he still cares for Flynn's happiness. And Flynn on the other hand is looking for a meaningful emotional relationship, and literally all the interactions he has with both Chase and Leo are turbulent and bring in a new layer of issues to the friend group, this doesn't happen with Carl, he even says he's happy to have this loser around- wishes he could sit beside him in Leo's van- and even indirectly asks him about his feelings about him ("If this wasn't real...is there anything you want to tell to not-real me?")

LIKE YOU TWO ARE SO DOWN FOR EACH OTHER IT MAKES YOU BOTH LOOK STUPID!!! and the part where they talk in Flynn's room??? JENNA'S REACTION? CARL'S REACTION??!??!?! you won't see me shutting up about it. The fact characters keep interrupting them on those moments is just so telling

and man if i had to go in depth about Flynn's route when it comes to Carl uguhhhhhhuhuuhufhdsjfsj rips my hair out

But yea, i love them as a couple, they bounce off each other and vibe together so well, and i think they can both help each other become the best versions of themselves once they leave Echo, together. Thats why i like Jenna's Good ending so much, at least there, theres a promise of them actually getting to that point in their relationship, and living together comfortably (like the waffle house scene....im obsessed, ill never be the same...)

Extra notes!

The fact Flynn fell for Carl despite him not fitting the type of guys he likes to bang just tells me he's genuinely interested in him for his feelings, personality and the way Carl treats him

AND I MIGHT JUST BE INSANEEEE BUT AFTER WATCHING METAPHOR? FLYNN GIFTING CARL A LIGHTER THAT WORKS JUST FINE ITS LIKEEEEEEE HMMMMM EEEEHEHEHEHHE YOU KNOWWWW

Carl caring MORE about Flynn leaving than him possibly having something with Chase because he feels thats how he could genuinely loose him guughhhhhgugh

AND THE WAY FLYNN IS THE ONE COMFORTING HIM IN THE JENNA ROUTE AND CARL HUGS HIM TIGHTER WHEN THEY JOKE ABOUT THEM GETTING MARRIED LIKE ??????EEEEHEHEHEH

I wish they kissed at least once womp

[platinumrosetail]

Shadowpeach, DBK ,freenoodles spicy noodles, Silktea x baby spider Queen daughter separate

So Spider Queen was keeping something a secret and she was going to tell everyone after she killed sun his lover and Cub but the lbd killed her but unknown to everyone she had a egg this one perfect and she wanted them safe so she hide it in a sof place and when it hacth she made sure they are safe telling them about her soon to be subjects.

But of course it doesn't happen and little baby stay waiting for her mama and listen to her not move

Waiting and crying but then hear something get thorw into the cave that was hiding and keep her safe and see one of the boys fighting a Demon and then the demon get stuck in the webs

The reader quickly hide's scard and looks for her mama but when she run her baby kimko show her Spider half and she hiss at them. And they quickly yell to there lovers that they found what the slider queen was hiding and figured more then her life for.

And trying to help her out ( mk and Macaque I know you have spider fear but come on this cute is your daughter)

And they get her us to them and take care of them and say she the spider princess

Ooh the poor boys who have fear for spiders, and I didn’t know macaque had a fear for them I honestly thought it was just mk, so that’s good to know, thank you!

I also watched that clip you showed me and omg was it good!! Thanks for showing me as I never had a clue on what it was called.

Warning: noob author, dark theme, yandere platonic characters, female child reader, and others.

Characters: shadowpeach, SpicyNoodles, dbk.

This will have part two!

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Shadowpeach:

You were the spider queens heir to her throne and only child, and after you had hatched she made sure to keep you safe; telling you to not move from that area before leaving.

You didn’t know how much time had passed but you still stayed in the spot your mother had told you to stay in.

You kept on calling out in hopes she just forgot the spot as she seemed to have always had something on her mind when she spends time with you but it never works as she never comes back you even fear the worst though that doesn’t last long as you always give yourself a pep talk that you mama is strong and she wouldn’t die.

In one of the calling sessions you heard something before a loud crash came; you stopped in fear that it’s not your mama.

You had started to hear the sound of struggle and fighting then more struggle; you guessed it was because one or both had themselves caught in the web your mama had told you about that surrounded the area your hiding in.

The sound of the intruders had come closer and closer to your hiding spot so in fear you ran as fast as you could.

The one who was close to your hiding spot was sun wukong; you heard about him from your mother and from the way she talks about him you don’t want to get close.

You looked human to sun but then he quickly noticed the spider legs you had that was previously covered by a big shirt that swayed as you ran allowing him to see your spider half.

Sun quickly called his mate over and told him what he saw about you and how maybe you’re what spider queen was hiding which lead to macaque to go after you as you probably don’t know what had happened to your mother and need someone to take care of you.

Macaque found you after a bit and made sure to have sun away so he doesn’t disturb him gaining your trust.

You didn’t really hear much about macaque from your mother but that he is the mate and lover to sun and that they have a cub named mk.

You started to trust him as they kept on coming back down here, sometimes with food, or mk, and sometimes both.

You noticed how they didn’t act like your mother had told you about them, so you began to trust them more and more.

They will make sure they stay with you as your mother couldn’t before. They’ll make sure you’re safe and comfortable even if that means keeping you isolated.

Spicynoodles:

Redson was the one who found you as him and his boyfriend fought the demon that had attacked them.

He had found you after he fired one of his fire to try and get a hit on the demon which burned a few webs that was helping hiding you from intruders.

You didn’t have much time to run and hide again as mk had grabbed you and pulled you away from the demon’s attack that was really aimed at redson but will also hurt you as well, mk made sure redson wasn’t hurt at which made the red head demon fluster and become his tsudere self like always.

You never really heard of redson, only when your mother is talking about mk is when you hear about redson but other than that it only has been mk, sun and macaque, which you met them as they brought you out of your hiding spot.

You kinda trust mk more than redson as he seems to have a bit of a temper but he does tries his best to keep his voice lowered or else you’ll run and hide like when they first met you.

When they showed you to the others they all had mixed feelings; pigsy and tang very skeptical but tried to be open about it, sandy and mei were ok with it, with sandy being more ok with it; sun thought you were so adorable and while macaque in the middle of everything, dbk and pif weren’t really in for their son to adopt you much less with their enemy’s son but tried to be more open even if it was hard.

All in all redson is shocked that mk isn’t scared of your spider half, it’s probably because of what had happened to spider queen.

(A/n: I accidentally keep on making the first one long while the others short than the first, I’m sorry about that 😅 anyway hope y’all like it and have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

(Also here will be part two

[leap-loves]

Sleep Mode - Cyborg 009 [ Alpha-Numeric ]

A little drabble I did with my Cyborg 009 OC, Ashley! I figure she ends up really fond of Ivan because baby!! So... here's a thing! And so far all of her relationships are platonic!

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Ashley groaned, hearing the voices of her friends grow louder as they fussed with each other, even over her humming. Although she could just make out the voices, she couldn't figure out what was being said. So time to investigate! 

She opened the door to the room she'd claimed as hers, and the voices instantly became clearer. 

"-on Ivan! Stop being difficult!" Jet complained, the first voice she could make out clearly. 

She wasn't part of the conversation, so she's not sure what Ivan responded with, but she has a feeling that it wasn't relenting to whatever is being asked of him. 

"I still say we should try one of my-"

"No, G.B., we are not letting you put on a whole show to try and get him to sleep. Even if it’s good for boring someone to sleep." 

G.B. threw his hands up in frustration “None of you have any taste!” He grumbled, seeming to give up on the situation and storming out of the room, nearly running into Ashley on the way out. 

“Oh, Ashley! Perfect timing! Do you think you could help?” He pleaded, even taking her hands into his own with a firm squeeze and hopeful look. 

“What’s going on?” Ashley asked, peeking into the room finally to see Ivan now in Chang’s arms, being rocked to… less than successful results. 

“Ivan’s being fussy and even admitted he’s tired, but he’s fighting every attempt we make to get him to sleep. Chang’s already tried ensuring he’s well fed, his diaper is fine, and lullabies aren’t working! Francoise is resting after last mission, so we can’t ask her for help either…” 

Ashley gently freed her hands from G.B.’s grip to go over, gently offering to take Ivan from Chang, who passed over the fussy cyborg with ease and relief. 

“Why don’t you want to sleep?” She asked, settling Ivan against her chest so he’d be well supported. 

Ivan was quiet, as though not wanting to answer. Or perhaps trying to figure out how best to verbalize it? Who knows, with this group. Probability was high for either answer. 

So she waited, taking to swaying absently as the others watched her, G.B. even biting his nails anxiously. 

“I don’t want to be asleep if something happens.” Ivan eventually answered telepathically, Ashley finally being allowed into the entirety of the conversation. 

“Ahh that makes sense.” Ashley hummed. “Anxiety sucks like that. But you don’t need to worry.” She reassured, giving him a smile. 

“But-”

She cut the psychic off before he could continue. “No buts. You have nothing to worry about. The probability of anything happening right now is extremely low, less than a single percent. And even should something happen, do you anticipate this being one of your longer sleeps?”

Ivan still didn’t seem convinced, his cheeks puffed out uncertainly around his pacifier. 

“As much as we are recuperating, so is Black Ghost.” She reminded “They know we’re licking our metaphorical wounds, and are unlikely to attack. As a result, they aren’t likely to try and provoke us. And even if they should, we’re still good about keeping watch.” 

“Everyone needs rest, you’re all exhausted.” Ivan countered, at least not fussing as much as he had been with the others, much to their relief. At this point, they’re just watching this conversation unfold in awe, and a bit of jealousy. Of course he settles down for Ashley after pitching a fit for the three of them. 

Ashley just quirked a brow at Ivan, moving to sit down on the couch. “You’re exhausted too, Ivan.” She countered, her tone gentle but firm. She continued to sway slowly as she thought, absently patting his back as she thought. “How about this, I’ll take watch. I won’t be sleeping anyways, so it’s the most productive use of my time. And I can keep you with me, so you can be the first to know if something happens.” She offered. 

Ivan didn’t have any arguments to that, seeming to relent as he leaned into her chest more properly. 

“I thought so.” She laughed softly, switching to rubbing his back as she situated an extra blanket around him, turning her attention to the guys. “Do one of you mind giving me a lift to the roof in a bit?” She asked. “I’m going to go grab my music, then head outside”

G.B. gave her a playful salute. “But of course! Are you sure you’ll be okay up there?”

Ashley waved her hand slightly to dismiss the concern. “I’ll be fine.” She reassured “Like I said, I’m going to be awake anyways. You three go get some rest.” 

Jet and Chang both obediently went to get some rest, since Ivan was clearly handled. Ashley went up to her room and grabbed her music player and a light jacket, situating them around Ivan and his blanket. She went out to the front yard, where G.B. was waiting. 

Once he saw her, he transformed into a spring, anchored on the roof. She carefully grabbed onto him, allowing herself to be pulled up to the roof, only managing to land steadily through practice, and G.B. maneuvering himself juuuust to be careful. Ashley’s not the most cautious, after all. 

Once reaching the roof, she took her station at the top, ensuring that Ivan was secure and comfortable against her chest. She put on one half of the headphone, looking around to ensure she has a good view of everything. 

“Thank you for the lift, G.B.” She said, looking to him once she was sure that she was settled. “You go get some rest too, okay?” 

“Alright. But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. We’re just a shout away.” G.B. reminded, getting ready to hop down once he got his acknowledgement that she did hear him. When she nodded and gave a playful two fingered salute, he nodded in return and hoped down from the roof to go inside. 

After hearing G.B. head inside, Ashley waited a few moments longer before speaking again. “You can relax now, Ivan.” She spoke softly, still looking around on alert. “Everyone is resting, and safe inside. I’m on watch, and you’re right here with me. Safe, but close enough that I can wake you first if something happens. You know as well as I that I won’t be sleeping at least until after breakfast anyways, so you don’t have to worry about me falling asleep on the job or anything either.” 

Ivan hummed and snuggled closer, letting himself relax more at her words. She’s not wrong after all. She’s no psychic, but he can’t deny that her analysis hit the nail on the head this time. 

She started to quietly hum along to her music, her arms wrapped securely around him with a light squish. Having him close, being able to feel him breathing under her arms and through the blankets, honestly helped her own anxiety. She’s not having to look around frantically, jumpy at every tiny noise. 

She’s not sure how long it takes for her to check on him again properly, but she’s relieved to see him sound asleep, and without fuss. Good. 

At least one of them will be well rested come morning. And she has a sneaking suspicion she’ll feel rather refreshed for once too. 

[lemme-just-oops]

hello! can you do at with mc who cheated on them?

going thru a really bad breakup cause my ex cheated on me 😔✌🏻

Alpheratz: It is scary how he does not make a big fuss over it. He told you that he knew and broke it off, just like that. Although he says that he is disappointed in you, he looks calm. When others asked about it, he does not speak bad behind you either. Just shrugs and claims that it is what it is. Is extremely cautious in his next romantic interests though.

Arcturus: He keeps making excuses for you, no matter how much he knows. Oh, someone saw you kiss another person? Some cultures do have platonic kisses. Someone shows him that you texted another person romantically? It is alright, he platonically tells Pollux he loves him all the time. He walked in on you making out with another person? He asks you to talk when you are done. It must be because he has something that he lacks, so he wants to know how he can become better.

Pollux: You just ended the last bit of confidence that he had, congratulations! He never makes up his mind on how he reacts, so whenever someone mentions you, he can have any emotion. Joy, sorrow, regret and anger. Some tease him about this experience just to see those swaying emotions. And he locks himself in his room quite a lot now. Even begins to study to keep his mind distracted. School books don't have emotions or dialouge, so the chances of him thinking about you by accident are slim. He gave his phone to Sirius, so he does not get tempted to reach out to you. Or if you were to message him, that he would consider going back to you.

Sirius: You will not know what he knows. You simply cannot. He might gather evidence behind your back, while acting all romantic in private with you. By the next event, where he as a guide commitee member is supposed to talk about Queen Tet's accomplishments, he adds "expoding cheaters". And not just test cheaters, no. Your face will be shown to everyone, with pictures and audio with people other than him. Has blocked you on all social media, and will not talk to you after the exposure.

Spica: Somehow he manages to remain calm in your presence, but as soon as you are out of view, it dawns upon him just how much time he wasted. He put effort and time into a failed experience. He does not delete pictures of when you two were on dates, but he does not look at them either. Somehow the break up causes him to concentrate more on work. Harsher punishments are put into place due to his newly gained frustration.

Vega: He would lie if he said he was fine. This man has had trust issues already, barely ever gaining friends, and now you set him back. He attempts to not blame you, but then again, who's fault could be? You were the one cheating. You were the one who did not break the second relationship before he learnt about it. You were the one destroying him. A desire to have a little excitement will now forever haunt him and he will always fear his next partner to destroy him as well. He will not forgive you, no matter what you do.

[freedthedark]

@animalssoul approached: “ admit it. . . Youre happy i didnt die. “ djjdhdjejdhjddj

     There was nothing to admit, not really. It was all out there in the open. If the bickering and teasing were the forest branches swaying in the wind, then the utmost care and platonic, or brotherly, affection for Leslie were the very roots. The foundation.

     The query struck Freed unprepared and he froze in place where he was carrying out some of dry his sword combat practices. Seeing Leslie approach out of the corner of his eyes had almost educed a huff, imagining the possible ruckus that may be on the other man's mind. It wasn't a thought driven by sincere annoyance (often times anyway. Leslie could very well annoy the hell out of him) or displeasure and such truth would always resonate in their interactions.

     Usually Freed was quick and unafraid to seek out direct eye-contact. This time, however, he had his cerluean gaze pinned to the ground concealing the swirl of emotion in its depths from Leslie's view. Long hair pulled up in a high pony tail, bangs covering one of his eyes as usual with some more loose strands hanging stray. The grip on his weapon had tightened for but a mere moment as memories flooded his mind, memories he'd rather stayed in the past. He wished they were untrue, just a lie, but they were part of his story. Of their story.

     Freed let his gaze wander towards the blade of his sword, the very sword that assisted him in almost all of his battles. While not dependent on it, it was still a regularly utilized tool that made sure he ended up victorious. A tool used to defeat his opponents without a trace of mercy.

     A tool that had been used to cause harm to people he cared for… A tool that had tortured those who had always been his family even if, at some point, he had wanted to deny that. A tool that had brought tears to Leslie's sister's face making her re-face her trauma. A tool that had almost killed Leslie's brother.

                                   He had almost killed Leslie's brother.

     While he had come to terms with the things he had done because he had to in order to move on, he'd never forget them and he'd never forget what great kindness and forgiveness all of his guild mates had been, and still were, willing to show towards him.

     Freed's gaze finally jolted up. The moment of silence felt like eternity, though it had likely been mere seconds. His tool was dropped to the ground, not sheathed within its scabbard, as a sense of rancor overcame him. Leslie was very much alive and he couldn't be any gladder that this was a truth. How would things be if he had succeeded in killing Elfman? There were multiple possibilities… He could be dead himself, perhaps Mirajane would not have been able to stop herself despite the immense amount of kindness in her blooming heart. He would have deserved this very outcome but he possibly would have given Mira more trauma and regret to carry along with in the process. Even if he had died there, the consequences would have been grave. Mira had been forced to do something she despised, Elfman would be dead and Leslie… Leslie would return upon finding what had transpired.

     None of these things had transpired, and thank Mavis they hadn't, and nevertheless… Freed was unable to oppress these raging thoughts at this very moment.

     "You are very well aware of my answer already, are you not?" Finally, he met Leslie's gaze with his own. For once, no effort was made to hide the emotion playing on his visage, though deep voice maintained composure. Did Leslie not know the answer? Did he actually have to ask for clarity? The thought stung. Leslie deserved to know that he actually cared and nothing less. "Are you not?" The repeated query was spoken with certain vigor and his feet began to move on their own, closing the distance between the other man and himself.

     At first hesitant to do so, his hands found Leslie's shoulders gripping them lightly after all and he looked down at him. "Of course I'm glad that you're here." That you didn't die. There was an utter lack of teasing names or playful hints.

     "I am…" Openly speaking from his heart was still difficult at times. His family, friends, partner… They all had helped him to learn and unlearn things that needed to be learned and unlearned. But at times it was a struggle still. "I am grateful that you allowed me to remain a part of your life so we could nourish the bond we share nowadays. That is… not something taken for granted. Not with all the anguish that I have inflicted in the past." Leslie had become so dear to his heart that the loss of this bond in his life was hurtful to imagine. They had gone through good and through bad times. He was fond of their bickering even if it grated on his nerves more often than not, he loved returning the teasing in full force and he wished for Leslie to find happiness in his life. If he needed advice he knew he could always approach Freed and Freed knew the same was true the other way round. He would protect Leslie with his life, he wanted him to be safe.

     The initial movement was hesitant but he found that it became easier as soon as he'd set his mind on executing it. One arm wrapped around Leslie in a slightly awkward hug whilst the other of his hands found the back of Leslie's head, in a soothing gesture almost. If Leslie really needed this reassurance, if he really had doubts about Freed being glad that he was still alive… Then he wanted to take them all from him. Because-

                                        "I am happy you're still alive."