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[valerieofavonlea]

Top 7 book moments (let's keep it to Suzanne Collins' writing) you can envision so well you wish you could gif it (and any further thoughts you have on that moment)?

Omg I totally missed this sorry

Oh how I can I narrow it down to just 7?? Great question though!!

1. Towards the end of The Hunger Games when the capitol doctors are operating on Peeta and Katniss is on the other side of the glass, watching helplessly. I'm picturing a straight behind shot, lots of blinking lights and the doctors working furiously, but with all the noise reduced as we focus in on Katniss's narration that now she understands why people don't leave when their loved ones are dying (they have no choice!!!!)

2. Working on the plant book, with Katniss sitting on her bed with her foot up, resting, and Peeta sitting on a chair he's pulled up next to the bed, sketching. There's sunlight coming in through the window, hitting his face (and eyelashes!!) as she watches him. Close up of her face, close up of what she's focused on (his hand, his eyelashes) until he speaks and startles her out of her reverie

3. The rooftop picnic. It's just, ughhhhh so cozy, so fun, the entire scene bathed in orange sunlight as the sun goes down. We were robbed I tell ya

4. Pivot to Ballad: their goodbyes before Lucy Gray enters the arena. The peach, the compact with implications that she should poison people, the kiss, the guards tearing them apart.

5. Lucy Gray's reaping. Far too hinged in the movie imo. She should be dancing around, singing, and just out of reach of the peacekeepers trying to restore order. There should be chaos.

6. The Sunrise on the Reaping epilogue. Perfection

7. The berries!!! "They have to have a victor, trust me, hold them out; I want them to see, stop stop!" Rushing to the river to wash their mouths out, collapsing against each other, sharing a ladder because there's no way they're letting go of each other. I just love it all

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

bg3 real talk: did you kill Minthara or knock her out? *sits silently in judgement*

oh gosh idk if this is the answer you're looking for but uh. it did not even occur to me that knocking her out was an option lmao i was like "oh, Big Friendly Bear Man says this lady is a problem? bet" and i promptly slaughtered everyone in that room

[softblesses]

2,9?

2) I actually do have multiple diagnosed allergies yet I barely seem to get affected: dust, dogs (I’ve only ever met one breed that gave my symptoms), Timothy grass and also Guinea pigs are a rlly bad allergy for me

9) hmmm fevers <3333 I love the comfort and soft and angst that can come from them

[safetypin-louis]

For the Back to You post, 'I love it, I hate it' are the lyrics but he's been seen mouthing 'I love him, I hate it' at a few of his recent shows <3

okay word i really thought i was dumb there for a minute lmao !!!

[pestorik]

TWST x adventure time: NRC staff

sorry crewel fans

[zepskies]

Hey could I request angsty and fluffy headcanons for Dean having a crush on reader but he thinks she has a crush on Sam but she actually has a crush on Dean back

Hey lovely!

So I kiiiind of already did this type of prompt with "Dean gives you an impossible choice" and its sequel, "Choosing Him."

But I'll do another imagine in this vein for you! ❤️

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1,000 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, angst(ish), fear of unrequited love, mutual pining

Imagine: Dean reads you wrong.

When Dean falls for someone, it's "slow and steady wins the race."

But the spark. That spark is instant.

He feels it with you.

Your pretty smile. Your "get it done" attitude that mirrors his. The way you know all of his references, whether it's movies or TV or music — you grew up learning how to tell time from what was on TV, just like him.

It's the way you laugh with him, share quiet moments of contemplation with him, and even moments of grief with him. Even when it's his grief, you always come. Whether it's to sit beside him, or share a drink with him, or make him something you know he likes, or get him to take a drive with you.

But realistically, you have more in common with Sam.

Both of you are bookish (nerds). You two get into heated discussions about Dante's Inferno and proper Latin translations. (You always accuse Sam of his pronunciations being off, while Sam argues, "At least I remember the whole exorcism. You think the damn demon cares if my vowels are off?")

You and Sam bicker. You playfully tease him, bring smiles to his face just as often as you bring them to Dean's. You're comfortable with him, playfully jabbing his arm or his chest when you mess with him.

Sam takes it with a smile, or a slight roll of his eyes, but always with fondness.

Dean can't help the churning in his stomach. Every time he thinks he has a read on you. Every time he thinks it's safe to maybe, one day, after a hunt, after an episode of Dr. Sexy, after you get out of the shower, after he's made you a home-cooked meal, after you sit with him and talk about everything and nothing while he works on his car — he thinks he might have a shot if he asked you out.

But he always falters, because he just can't fucking tell. He thinks you and Sam have something.

And Dean...he likes you. A lot.

More than he's ever willingly expressed.

But despite his reputation with women, he's never, and will never, step on his brother's toes.

Until he can't help himself.

It's your birthday. Sam got you a series of books he recommended to you last month. (Again, fucking nerds.) Dean got the booze and made the food to celebrate.

But you're surprised, and even a little teary when he brings out the cake he bought at an honest-to-God bakery. He even stood in line, waited 30 minutes to have them write your name on it, with little balloons. The frosting letters are drawn in your favorite color.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart," Dean tells you. His tone is a little too soft. It's because he sees your unshed tears, and his heart clenches.

It's just a fucking cake.

Does it really matter that much to you?

But he still feels a well of warmth and pride in his chest. He turns to his brother with a smirk. "I win."

It's meant to be playful, but he kind of means it. Sam just eyes him knowingly.

"Sure," Sam laughs.

What the hell does that mean? Dean nearly frowns. But he's soon distracted — by you leaning in close to kiss him on the cheek.

He turns just in time (with slightly wider eyes) to see you blush.

That smile tells him something.

"Thanks, guys," you say to both of them. But your hand lingers on Dean's wrist, squeezing a bit.

At the end of the night, Sam turns in early. You stick around to help Dean clean up.

"Aw, stop. You're the birthday girl. I got this," Dean says, waving you off. You join him at the kitchen counter and lay a hand on his arm.

"Dean," you say softly. It earns his attention. You look a little nervous, your eyes falling from his, then meeting them again.

"What's the matter?" he asks. His brows furrow. He's thinking of your lips on his cheek. Unconsciously he glances down at your pretty mouth.

"Was wondering if you could help me with a birthday wish," you said.

A smile begins to tug at your lips, and Dean can't help but smile back. Intrigue, and a small tremor of something triggers up his spine.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" he asks.

You bite your lip. "Okay...I'm going to ask you this once. Yes or no. And if it's no...then we won't talk about it ever again and you'll have to wipe it out of your memory, because I don't want to make things weird or make you uncomfortable and I don't want to have to do something drastic, like leave the Bunker—"

Dean's smile falls as his brows raise in slight alarm. He also raises placating hands to stop your verbal flapping.

"Whoa, hey. What? What the hell kinda birthday question is this?"

You close your eyes and take a breath. "Okay."

Your eyes open, and as what happens far too often, Dean's captured by them.

"Close your eyes for me," you request.

"My eyes need to be closed to answer a damn question?"

"Damn it, Dean. Just do it, please!"

He lets out a slightly peeved breath, but he obliges you, shutting his lids. He really doesn't know what the hell is going on...until you lay a bracing hand on his chest and press a soft kiss to his lips.

For a moment, he freezes.

He inhales deeply through his nose as the surprise fades.

Relief floods in its wake.

A smile reaches his face.

But soon enough, before you can pull away, he grasps your upper arms to hold you in place. He dips his head down to kiss you in earnest. His lips find yours, gentle at first, and then gaining in passion.

He learns quickly the pattern of your lips, and the heady feeling of that knowing travels straight to his brain, stronger than the whiskey he drank earlier.

It's like you two were made to move together. To end up just like this.

You both are breathless by the time your eyes slide open and meet one another.

Dean's lips curve into a smirk. "How's that answer for ya?"

Your smile is beaming bright.

"Yeah, that works."

Chuckling, he pulls you in closer and tugs a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing your blush-warmed cheek.

And he answers you again.

AN: Ugh, I'm sappy as hell. 😂 Hope you liked this! Let me know what you think. 😉

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[hazard-c-horror]

I feel like if the "maternity chip au," played out to the patters of normal SAM'S episodes I feel like there would be an episode where Eclipse talks to puppet about being a mother. Like "Hey you where a bad mother that abandoned your child, but you got him to forgive you for your horrible actions, how do I do that?"

( ⚫_⚫) (^_^ 💧)

(P.s I love your art.)

Puppet at first would go along with it as a joke, yet would still give good advice in the process.

But, over time Puppet and Eclipse will form a sort of Mom group. Half promising to watch over the others child/children if their was a problem

Eclipse slightly helps Puppet in return (he’s too prideful to fully help). Giving his own input on things that are sometimes actually helpful.

While Puppet helps with emotional parts Eclipse doesn’t understand.

And with the more… troublesome parts about being a parent

Also thank you for the compliment <3

[firestorm09890]

Penny stardewvalley makes me so sad because she's SO sensitive to, like, basically everything you tell her (telling her that you can't stand children while two children are nearby is a pretty lousy move but -1500 friendship?? being a jerk to other characters' faces typically loses you about 50 points, and if you choose the option labeled "creepy" and ask Leah for a kiss in her 2 heart event she physically hits you and kicks you out of her house but that's only -100 friendship…) and so if you want to befriend her it's a whole lot of lying and tiptoeing around her feelings (2 hearts: George was right but saying that makes her feel bad. 6 hearts: her food sucks but even if you try to be polite about it she feels like a failure; only a bald-faced lie pleases her. 8 hearts: saying you don't want to be tied down with a family loses you a little bit of friendship and she's only happy if you say you want kids) and I can't help but think she's a product of her environment. She lives in a trailer with only her mother, who gets drunk every night and has something of a temper. Penny's like a skittish rescue animal who won’t even come out from hiding under something unless you leave her lots of treats

[buildoblivion]

i think the reason why thunderbolts works so well is that the team is like 80% legacy heroes/ knock off avengers but they’re all old enough to remember when princess diana died

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[valerieofavonlea]

Do you think despite being good at manipulation Peeta is quite a genuine and sincere character?

Peeta's manipulation is a survival mechanism and is always used quite strategically imo. My guess is that it's something he had to use quite a lot growing up in an abusive household. Stuff like keeping a crush on a seam girl entirely to himself, and passing off a purposeful rebellion as just a dumb mistake (burning the bread)

If we look at the examples of him using manipulation, it's all for a greater purpose, usually trying to protect Katniss. Manipulating the capitol audience for an advantage in the games, lying about a baby to try and force their hands and save Katniss, trying to make 13 back down and agree to a ceasefire to try and save lives, etc.

So he is very good at it, but I don't think it's something he would ever do for fun, or just because he could. Most of his lying and manipulation also happens in the moment imo, maybe a few days of planning. He was never running some long game plan or moving pieces behind the scenes (that's much more Haymitch's role)

I think it's important to remember that he's just as much of a pawn as Katniss is the grand scheme of things. He's being manipulated much more than he himself manipulates

So yeah, I do think he's quite genuine whenever he has the luxury to be, and other than the times we know he was lying I think we can take him at his word. He never lied simply because he wanted to, but because he had to in order to survive.

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

how are we feeling about doomsday cast announcements, loki and thor back in a movie together (prayed for days like these)

the WHAT????

[theallianceofcelestials]

Can we get a drabble of SEA Eclipse and WN Eclipse meeting again, but they’re both wearing The Sweater (the red turtleneck), and little Clipsy absolutely freaks out because “Hey that’s MY sweater, how DARE YOU >:(“ and then Eclipse is just. How. And why. did I get here. AGAIN.

Lol. that's very specific! Also, this be the last drabble for at least a lil bit :P Need to recharge

Eclipse has to admit, recently he's been thrown from one dimension to another way too much. Since he was in that godforsaken Little Nightmares dimension he's been met from undead dimension jumping teens to godlike fish, with some weird alternate dimension stuff thrown in and then other dimension hopping entities. He's getting a bit sick of it honestly

Which is why when he wakes up, and everything feels weirdly displaced, he sighs in resignation, already fully aware of what's going on. Only question is, where is he this time?

Is he in a place he already been to? Hopefully it's one of the nicer ones, without any stabby Solar Flares or horny eldritch horrors. Those always suck

But then something tiny starts climbing up him in a rather familiar fashion, and he already knows where he is even before he onlines his optics. And sure enough, there on his chest now, is little Clipsy, his peachish coloured child version from his first ever dimension hop.

"Where have you been? You just disappeared!"

The kid looks at him with such anger it's honestly funny. Especially because he's glaring daggers at the turtleneck he's wearing, which he really shouldn't be when he was sleeping?

Did he fall asleep at his desk again?

"Sorry about that, I got taken back home"

The kid blinks at him owlishly, only to go back to angry glaring, and okay, what's up with him? Who stole his candy?

"Is there something wrong?"

Clipsy murmurs something he doesn't hear, tiny hands fisting at his sweater, and when he pokes the kid he's met with a hiss and a bite. How fun.

He really didn't miss dealing with kids.

"Okay, what's your problem kid?"

He's not going to care about papa behind the corner being angry at him for flicking his child into the stratosphere if he's going to be a little brat.

"This is my sweater!"

Eclipse stares blankly at the child standing on top of him for a moment, before it finally clicks.

By some cosmic joke, both of them are wearing a rather similar looking turtleneck. Only difference being a slightest bit of colour hue, with the child's being just a tiny bit lighter in colour than his own. Which, to a child, might not be that noticable.

Thankfully, he knows how to handle this situation. Even if he really doesn't like that.

"Is it though? Have you worn it?"

Clipsy scowls at him, and it really is such a scathing look, made especially noticable because it's on a kid. How amusing to think he would have been the same had he ever been a child. Which thank fuck, he wasn't ever. That would have been a nightmare.

"Or is it as good as yours? Because I don't think you'd want my boring sweater when yours is much better-"

"You can't have it!"

Ah, an immediate reaction. Just like he predicted.

"I don't want it kid. I'm fine having second-rate stuff." and for the extra effect he puts on his most solemn face "Such is the life of an adult."

He's looked at suspiciously for another minute, then another, and then, just like that, the tension disappears and the kid is all sunshine and rainbows. And he's sporting the biggest damn smile ever too.

"Dad was worried about you disappearing! And so was Bloodmoon and me, so don't disappear again!"

"Duly noted"

Clipsy kindly clambers all over his face then, ignoring his spluttering, until he can take his throne amongst Eclipse's top rays. Which is a weird thing he never really wanted to experience again.

"Now to the kitchen!"

Eclipse sighs a long-suffering sigh. He kind of wishes to die now. He guesses somehow, this is his own fault.

If only he wasn't so interested in interdimensional travel! Maybe this could have been avoided!

[seanom1lk]

seeing thunderbolts reignited my love for bucky and oh my godddddhsjsshdhdhdhdhhhdgdddddsssdddhhh he’s so pretty

but simultaneously seeing bob and his messy hair and his sweet smile and devastatingly relate-ability brought me to my KNEES

old writer struggling from writers block and just PRAYINGGG for any bucky or bob headcanons or drabbles. yap about it please i want it all 🙏

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bob ABSOLUTELY needs cuddles everynight before bed or else he has nightmares of what he did as void. doesnt matter who it is (he prefers john but-) he just wants cuddles.

bucky cannot go a single day without making a coment abt something that reminds him of sam.

bob will watch anything as long as he gets to spend time with his favorite people

bucky is CONSTANTLY buying new toys for alpine, whether he needs them or not. (which is the only reason why alpine has a playpen)

bob refuses to get involved in arguments bc he doesnt like fighting. howver, if u try to do the chores hes assigned? its on sight.

anyways, here are some off my head lol<3 TY FOR THE ASK!!

[zepskies]

This is more of a Sam and Dean request than a reader and Dean request but what about Sam having a crush on Dean's gf? How would he react to that, I am honestly CRAVING angst and this is the angstiest, is that a word, thing I could think of, I am so sorry if you don't like angst or this makes you uncomfortable!!!

Oh my God. You killed me with this one, hun. 😫😫 I have another SB imagine coming next week, but I thought I'd put out this one for Dean to break it up a bit.

Pairing: Dean W. x Reader, one-sided Sam W. x Reader Word Count: 1,500

Imagine: You are Dean's one exception.

Sam knows it's wrong.

You're smart, with a degree in history that aids them well on hunts.

You're sharp, with a smart mouth that rivals Dean's (and keeps him on his toes).

But you're also kind. You take care of him and Dean with all the feminine grace and care they've never had in their lives.

Sam realizes it when he's up until 3 a.m. in the bunker's War Room. He's sat at the table, researching, eyes bleary, hands cramping from turning pages. And he finds a mug of hot tea sliding next to his idle hand on the table.

You're there with a smile and a hand on his shoulder. "Workin' hard or hardly working?"

Sam clears his throat and nods, chuckles a little. "I'm good." He eyes the mug. "Thanks, though I might need something stronger."

You eye him with gentle reproach. "Nope. Green tea is better for you this late at night. You really should go to sleep, Sam."

Sam tacitly agrees, but only because he can feel the warmth of your hand through his clothing, and it makes his face warmer than the tea. He watches you walk away, notices the curve of your ass in those little shorts. He can imagine your warm hands on his body, caressing him. He can imagine letting his lips graze your skin, exploring you, then devouring you.

And that's when his thoughts stutter to a halt. Sam inwardly cringes.

Despite his sleep-deprived brain, he's reminded that you're traveling down the hall to the room you share with his brother, and for Sam, it's nothing short of torture.

Because he realizes then that he isn't just fond of you. He doesn't love you like an older brother, or even a quasi-brother-in-law. He wants you.

Again, Sam knows it's wrong...but he can't help it. It's one of the saddest cliches in the fucking book. You're his brother's girl, and he wants you for himself.

And it's getting harder to hide it from Dean. They know each other too well -- a result of having no one but each other, but more practically, having lived in such close quarters for so long before they discovered the bunker.

When Sam gets hurt on a hunt, the cut is at a bad angle. He can't quite reach, so you dutifully come around and gently move his hand out of the way to do the stitch yourself. You tsk at him in playful disappointment. "I swear, it's a wonder you and Dean aren't walking patchwork quilts at this point."

Sam chuckles through his nose, wincing when the movement pulls on the stitch. You shoot him a stern look. "Stop moving."

"You're the one making me laugh!" he says, smiling incredulously.

"I don't accept excuses," you retort. "Keep still, please."

"Yes, ma'am," Sam says, his breath hitching for a different reason as he feels your soft hands along his side. He plays it off as pain. "Sorry," you murmur more sincerely. He tells you it's okay. His gaze flicks up, unconsciously finding Dean's face across the room.

He's just finished cleaning a cut on his hand. But he's been watching; Sam can tell. Dean's too perceptive not to notice Sam's discomfort. He probably even knows why. Sam can see a glint of it in Dean's eyes, the stoic front of his face.

"There we go!" you say in satisfaction, and you pat Sam's bare arm. He gives you a wan smile. "Thanks."

"You done, sweetheart?" Dean asks. You get up from your seat by Sam. "What do you need?" you ask.

"You. Come 'ere," he says with a smile, giving you a beckoning finger. "I felt that knot on the back of your head earlier. Think you're slick?"

You huff, but you also smile, in the way you only do for Dean. Sam watches you get up and go to Dean, who touches your cheek, stroking with a thumb first. Then he parts your hair to inspect the back of your head, and you wince a bit. You did fall pretty hard, now that Sam thinks of it. He frowns.

Dean lets out a deep breath. "You've got a nasty bump. You're taking it easy tonight, got it?"

"Yeah? Gonna help me relax?" you whisper. But Sam still hears you, because apparently no one taught you how the hell to whisper.

Dean smirks. "Watch it. I'll think you're flirting with me."

You give him a coy smile as your hand travels up his chest, between the open edges of his plaid shirt, then all the way down, to tease at his belt. "Believe me, when I do, you'll be the first one to know."

Dean's smirk deepens, but his eyes are softer. He closes a hand around yours and brings it to his lips. You lean up and request, wordlessly, for a kiss. Dean obliges you, capturing your lips with a soft kiss.

He eventually breaks from you, only to press his lips to your forehead next, closing his eyes with a sigh. He doesn't like it when you try to hide your injuries from him. You just don't want him to worry so much.

You smile and rest against his chest afterwards. It's clear as day what your heart holds.

It's hard for Sam to watch. His throat constricts, but he takes pains to avert his gaze.

He's so full to the brim with this that he sees no other recourse. He catches Dean alone in the kitchen and tries to make a confession. "Dean, we need to talk."

"Can it wait 'til I'm done?" Dean's plating up some stovetop mac and cheese -- your favorite.

"You're done cooking," Sam points out. Dean looks up at him. "We're doing a little dinner in bed situation. I made her promise to take it easy."

Sam admires the way Dean takes care of you. He really does. But it's also like a small oyster knife twisting in his gut. "Good. I'm glad," is all he says. "Yeah, we can talk later."

"Later" doesn't come for a long time. Weeks, in fact. But every time he tries to broach the problem, Dean finds a way to wiggle out of having the conversation. Always a distraction. A hunt. A fire you almost started in the kitchen. Being "in the middle" of something -- something in the bedroom that you insist needs Dean's immediate attention. Sam gives up for a while after that.

But Winchesters are nothing if not goddamn stubborn. Sam finally catches Dean alone in his room for once. You've gone to the grocery store, leaving the brothers alone in the bunker, but not for long, so Sam needs this chance.

"Dean, can we talk?"

Dean looks up at his brother from where he sits on the edge of his bed. He taps his knee, releases a breath. They both know what this is.

"Are you gonna do more than talk?" Dean asks. It's not what Sam expects. "What?"

"Whatever's on your mind, are you ever gonna do something about it?" Dean asks.

Sam stares back at his brother. He thinks. Hard. He's flipped back and forth for months. If he tells you how he feels, it's over. Things will never be the same between the three of you. It'll confuse you. It might even hurt you. It'll hurt Dean. Sam loves you both, if in very different ways.

So Sam is a bit deflated when he raises his resigned gaze and meets his brother's. "No."

After a moment, Dean nods. "Then we've got nothing to talk about."

But... Sam wants not to want you. Not to love you. Deep, deep down, a large chunk of him feels that he shouldn't have to hide himself. That you have a right to know the depths of what he feels, and what he feels for you.

"I see you're not convinced," Dean says dryly. Sam is silent, until Dean sighs and beckons him over. Sam obliges and sits down next to his older brother, the man he's looked up to (at least metaphorically) his whole life.

"I'd give my life for you. You know that. Right, Sammy?" Dean says. "If I couldn't tear the world apart, I'd lay myself out flat."

Sam sighs. "Dean..." Of fucking course he knows that. Dean already had given his life for him once. Remembering that only adds to Sam's guilt.

Dean meets Sam's gaze directly then. "But this is where I draw the line. She's my line," he says. His face is almost stoic, but his eyes are filled with unyielding fire. "I'm not layin' down on that. Not for you. Not for anyone."

Sam's heart clenches with every kind of pain, but he's also never respected his brother more. He nods. "I get it."

"No, you really fucking don't," Dean says. He's more than serious. "I mean it, Sam. I'll break your damn nose."

After a long moment, Sam nods. He knew Dean loved you. Of course he did. But this is the first time Sam truly understands how deeply. How completely. It's more than jealousy can fathom.

Sam realizes then that he lost, even before he began.

AN: Whew! 😮‍💨 I got way deeper into this than I expected to. Poor Sam. 😭 But I hope this scratched your angsty itch, my dear!

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Here's the requested sequel to this: Sam crosses the line.

Also, if you want to read the reverse of this (Dean is in love with Sam's girlfriend): Dean gives you an impossible choice.

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[hazard-c-horror]

question, how would maternity chip Eclipse react if Foxy flirted with them/asked them on a date?(Either as joke or potentially out of genuine interest of going on a date with Eclipse?? :>)

As stated in the Information1 & Love Effects posts Eclipse’s attraction to Foxy is greatly increased.

So if Foxy did flirt with Eclipse, Eclipse would find it endearing and maybe even romantic, even if it was an extremely cheesy (bc I believe that’s all he can do.)

But out of the two, it’s surprisingly Eclipse who does most of the flirting.

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Eclipse’s lack for personal space, being intimidating when being serious, and the amount of out pocket things he says. does a lot to the fandom,

and Foxy.

Dates are something neither of them plan. Monty would probably force one for the clickbait views but other than that. They don’t do it. One because Foxy didn’t really plan to have Eclipse as a partner, and is still conflicted if he should accept this relationship. And two, because Eclipse doesn’t have any dating knowledge or experience.

Eclipse kinda just comes into Foxy’s house unannounced and sometimes stays the night and has dinner with him. (And sometimes cuddles.)

It’s an awkward kinda of dinner. (For Foxy at least.) but that’s as close to a date they’re gonna get.

Eclipse’s mind has unconsciously already claimed Foxy as the father for his children. But neither Foxy nor Eclipse truly know this.