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#THAT'S LOVE BOY!! ACTS! OF! SERVICES!!!
pearynice · 2 months
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Trespassing
rated: G | cw: N/A | tags: fluff, established relationship, Eddie taking care of Steve, modern au
For @steddielovemonth prompts: Love is doing the dishes/ love is being known
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It’s been a long day. Long enough that when Steve finally gets into his own car: he closes his eyes. Just sits in the peace, in the quiet, in the dark. He could fall asleep here, sitting up. His stomach growling. The cold of the car already beginning to seep through his heavy winter coat. He’s heard nothing but ambulance sirens for the better part of twelve hours, and the quiet— pure and calm— lulls him.
He doesn’t sleep, of course. Starts the engine instead, and drives, bleary-eyed, back to his apartment. Because the worst part— the worst part— is that he’d had to cancel on Eddie. His nine hour shift had turned into twelve after a radio from his boss, and he’d barely had the time to text his boyfriend sorry before he was pulled away on another emergency call.
Despite this, he doesn’t want to go back home. He left it a mess, dishes in the sink, laundry strewn across the bedroom, his garbage in desperate need of taking out, and he had eaten his leftovers for lunch.
He wonders if he can get away with popcorn for dinner.
The only parking spot left, when he finally gets home, is the shitty one by the dumpster, and he has to readjust twice in the tight quarters before, blessedly, finally, putting it into park.
He reasons, on his way up the steps, that dishes and laundry can wait until tomorrow. That, really, the only thing he must to do— is take out the trash.
So he blames his exhaustion on not hearing Eddie’s music from the hallway. Because when he steps into his apartment, Eddie’s in his kitchen. He’s wearing Steve’s apron. He’s thrashing his head around, doing the dishes.
It looks like he’s done a lot more than the dishes. All of Steve’s jackets are on the coatrack. His shoes are lined up by the door. The candle on his coffee table is lit.
Steve stands, for a moment, shocked, and then for another three because he sort of has to swallow down the bubble of emotion that’s risen in his throat. Because— somehow— Eddie knew. Knew not only about his shit day, but that this— what he’s doing, right now— is exactly what Steve needed.
Barely three months in, and Eddie knew.
“Eddie,” he calls, when he unfreezes, toeing off his shoes. Hangs up his jacket. Dumps his bag by the door.
His boyfriend hears none of it.
“Eddie,” he calls, again, louder, now, and that finally makes Eddie turn.
“Steve!” He says it like he’s shocked, jumping to pause the music. There’s sauce on his face. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
Steve goes closer, “didn’t realize I’d have to announce myself.”
Eddie’s cheeks go pink. “No, ‘course not,” he twists some of his hair in front of his face. It rubs against the sauce on his cheek. “I made dinner.” He offers, and gestures to the pan on the stove.
“And you cleaned.” Steve marvels, and he goes closer, hooks one of his fingers through Eddie’s belt loop. “How’d you get in here?”
Eddie blushes further, his pink cheeks going red. “You told me you keep your spare key under the doormat.” And then his tone changes a little, goes to nearly disapproving, “which, I’m getting you one of those hide-a-key rocks, for the record. Under the doormat is very unsafe.”
“Mmhmm,” Steve agrees, still a little in shock, “just about anyone could break in here.”
Eddie shrinks a little at that. “Sorry,” he mumbles, “if— if you just wanted some quiet. I just thought you might…” and he trails off, looking around Steve’s pristine apartment. “Basically, I can go,” Eddie offers, “because this was— this was probably stupid. Like— too much.”
Which, Steve has to put an end to that train of thought immediately. He pulls Eddie into him, and his boyfriend is sort of wet with dishwater, but Steve doesn’t care. He doesn’t care because Eddie is here. He’d broken into Steve’s apartment like a lunatic, yes, but he did it to make him dinner. To do his dishes. To light him a candle.
Eddie sighs into him, relaxing, and Steve sort of can’t help himself. He’s only a man. He pulls Eddie closer, slides his hands into Eddie’s back pockets and squeezes the flattest, loveliest ass he’s ever had the pleasure of squeezing.
“Thank you,” he mumbles, eventually, a little breathless. They’re still so close. There’s still sauce on Eddie’s face.
“Of course,” Eddie assures, like it’s easy. Like there was no alternative. “Your text sounded stressed, so I wanted to.”
“My text sounded stressed?” Steve asks, baffled.
Eddie grins. “Since when do you text without emojis? Without exclamation points?” He pokes Steve in the chest, like that proves his point. “You were either stressed or breaking up with me, and I guess I was banking on the former.”
Steve kisses him again, chastely, this time, “good luck getting rid of me now.”
Eddie smiles wider, all teeth and dimples. “Dinner and a clean place? You’re a pretty easy date, Harrington.” He puts his hands back on Steve’s waist, pushing him softly away. “Now, go shower or do whatever you usually do when you get home. Lemme finish.”
Eddie returns to the sink, wrist deep in soapy water as he cleans the last of the dishes. Steve, for a moment, just watches him.
Robin always tells him he falls too fast, too hard, that it’s a recipe for a broken heart. But how could he not fall in love with this? With Eddie, in his apron, Eddie, in his home, Eddie— taking care of him.
He peels himself away before he says it then and there, with bags under his eyes and sweat in his underarms, but he thinks, as he steps into the shower, as Eddie’s music cranks back up, he might not have to worry about falling too hard, too fast, ever again.
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hanyi-writes · 2 months
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you are alive, under his fingertips. there is warmth from your cheeks his larger palms hold and he gently guides you to lift your head so that you meet his eyes.
and they sparkle. they gleam and glisten under the light of his shared home with you. curiosity and worry makes them shine even more, the chuckle upon seeing them brimming his lips and leaves him.
is this an inspection, general? your playfulness is not lost on him. he replies in kind with the same energy, how would you feel if i told you i was inspecting how beautiful you are?
the embarrassment on your face squeezes his heart. makes his heart leap and fly as if it was soaring the clouds. even now, you have the instinct to act shy. it reminds him how vivid you are; how your emotions cross every spectrum. don't flatter me like that, you pout at him. you're flattering me so i don't ask you why you're cupping my face so gently.
(do you even know why he's doing it?)
it was not jing yuan's intention, but he makes it his own. hmm, you know me so well, he says smoothly. leaning down, a kiss is gently placed on your forehead.
and if it was some other moment, he would pull away. but today has been rough. goodbyes were said to the friends he thought were dead and now, he is all alone.
except, he is not alone. he has you.
jing yuan? what's wrong?
the worry in your eyes has become vibrant now; curiosity vanishing and replaced by concern. your eyebrows furrow and your hand envelops one of his, turning your head to kiss his palm.
jing yuan?
he smiles. nothing, he tells you. i love you.
and then, there is relief. your worry remains but is overtaken by the relief and you look beautiful. so beautiful that he reminded that you are here, here in his arms.
i love you, too, you idiot.
hmm, your idiot.
a wide smile on your face. of course.
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callmemaeverick · 1 year
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Peter’s love language is Acts of Service. And if he’s receiving, it’ll be Words of Affirmation. These are canon.
FIGHT ME ON THIS, I DARE YOU!
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Little fandom vent; sometimes I get annoyed at the way fandom reduces Damian down to stabby child who only cares about himself and does murder. Like yeah while I get fandom almost always reduces characters down to their funniest or snappiest traits Damian's just doesn't make sense.
Like his whole character is about how much he DOESNT want to be those things.
Damian cares so so so much about other people he just struggles to express it bc it takes a lot for him to trust someone enough to believe they're not going to pull the rug out from under him or betray him somehow. If he didn't care about other people he wouldn't have spent months trying to find Martha's pearls in the sewer, risking his life bc there was a bounty on his head at this point and further ruining his image with Bruce (who thought Damian was just sneaking off and putting himself in danger). He wouldn't have denounced the league and everything he knew to protect a man he'd met less than a year ago. He wouldn't have purposely failed a timed test as Robin to get across the city as fast as possible (a test that would've allowed him to go out alone as Robin and given him more independence one of things Damian values very highly) instead he went over the allowed time by more than 10 hours BC he helped old women with their shopping and walked women home after they were robbed and he sat with a man he saw crying in his apartment for more than 2 hours just having tea with him. I could go on and on about all the genuinely kind things he does bc Damian's empathy and kindness is one of his defining traits actually.
And yeah he used to kill people and he was more prone to violence than the other Robins but he was literally raised in an environment where his worth and by proxy his survival was tied to how well he did murder. I'm pretty sure if you raised any child in an environment where since they were born they were rewarded for killing and violence but punished for showing mercy and told them that it's for the greater good, that they're special and that there's nothing wrong with killing if the ends justify the means they'd end up the same.
Not to mention Damian fights so hard to not be violent bc he doesn't want to be, the people Damian admires most in the world (Dick and Jon) both based their entire personality around Superman (also it's confirmed Supes is his fav justice Leaguer in supersons). Damian wants to be like them so bad and wants to be kind and outgoing and as pacifist as you can get as a vigilante. Damian struggles so much to be that person but it's not as easy as just stopping when you've been conditioned your whole life that killing is the right move and that your worth as a person and the love of those around is dependent on you doing it. He literally keeps a sketch book where he just draws out all the intrusive violent thoughts he gets while fighting villains to get the anger and compulsion out so that he DOESN'T do those things. And Damian feels immensely guilty about all of his past murders which is shown over and over. When he kills no-body (an action he did to protect Bruce) he asks Bruce afterwards how he's supposed to make amends, how he's supposed to live with it.
Which leads me onto the other thing (and hopefully the last cause wow this is getting long) even Damian at his absolute worst only performs extreme violence out of either self defense or logic to him. He doesn't do it out of maliciousness (or at least that isn't the motivating factor). His worst actions were probably in his introduction where he 1) He accosted Alfred and stole the key to exit the batcave 2) Decapitated a villian 3) Attacked Tim
So let's get background on these events from Damian's pov. Damian has never been told who his father is and has to duel his mother every year on his birthday for the chance to find out. And then on his 10th birthday he wins and then that same night he's taken on a plane to go live with this man who he's told about on the plane ride over, then his first impression of him is Bruce fighting a bunch of manbats. His mother says she's leaving him with him indefinitely not telling him when she'll be back. And then this man who he only found out about hours beforehand takes him on another plane to a foreign country where he knows no-one and he finds out his father has other children as well. He's then locked in a small room adjoining a fucking cave full of weapons and told virtually nothing with no-one really talking to him except for them telling him that oh yeah everyone you know and trust is evil and your whole world view is wrong. And then when he yells at Bruce and has what's honestly best described as a temper tantrum (BC oh yeah he was literally 9 years old until a couple hours ago) Bruce in a bid to try and control his anger (since he's not sure how dangerous he is yet) uses league tactics on Damian telling him that he's dishonouring those who taught him. So the literal child whose spent his 10th birthday being flown around the globe to be a dumped in a foreign country with a man he's never met and only knows is a good fighter with a family consisting of an unknown amount of other allies who are similarly trained and then was locked in a room after being told his whole life is a lie might be forgiven for latching onto the only familiar thing here and going 'oh! Now I know how this works'
With the knowledge that Damian definitely decided from this conversation that the bats operate the same as the league it's pretty clear his reasoning is
1) Accosting Alfred and and stealing the key - a) I don't think you'd wanna be locked in a space by a bunch of strangers either no matter how nice the space is b) he probably assumed it was a challenge to see whether he was able to break out and a way they were testing his worth/ability
2) Decapitated a villian - once again assuming this is a test and trying to prove his worth/help his father in the mission to stop crime he was just told about
3) attacked Tim - a) Damian assumes that since Tim is home that he must be the current favourite and it's already known that in the league the way you replace someone is by killing them thus proving you were better than them. B) in the league if you were not the favourite/the best you were disposable c) the only way Damian knows how to earn/receive love is by performing violence, it's pretty reasonable that a 10 year old would try to go above and beyond to earn their new father's love (especially for a child like Damian whose always looking for that unconditional love he's been denied)
From Damian's perspective here he's being the best son anyone could want, he's doing the most past the point he'd be expected to and only being met with anger and disgust. Not to mention that from his view he's literally ensuring his safety since once again in the league Damian was one of the only people whose safety was ensured by proxy of him being the heir/favourite, we literally see them kill other leaguers as part of training.
Like this isn't to excuse what he did or say it's right but it is to point out that it WAS right from Damian's point of view and that he doesn't do what he does out of malice or blood thirst he's just a small child who quite literally didn't know any better.
(also him being mean is similarly a self defense thing, it's fairly common in abused kids. It's the logic of you can't hurt me if I hurt you first/you can't hurt me if I don't let you get close enough)
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alchemania · 5 months
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Love Comes, Slowly. (Death Comes Faster.)
(Or, Furina falls ill, and Wanderer is confronted with the fact he cares a lot more than he realized.)
(He's got a name in this drabble too lads yippee!! He and Furina are close enough now he feels comfortable letting her call him by a name :] oh yeah and uh. This was not intended as shippy, if you were wondering, just to get that out of the way. It's platonic.)
“..ina. Furina!”
The white haired girl blinked owlishly, startled to attention. “Huh? What?”
“This is the third time I've called you,” Tetsuya frowned, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you daydreaming?” Furina flushed in answer, scratching the back of her neck.
“I've just been a little out of it today,” she muttered. That much was an understatement. She'd awaken with a fogginess in her head and a heaviness in her stomach that just hadn't gone away, and everything seemed to be processing twice as slowly, leaving her behind as the world kept moving. Was it always this warm, too??? Furina felt like she was baking, even for a place as warm as Sumeru, something felt off-
“Hey!”
Wanderer's hands grabbing her face snapped her to attention, and Furina instinctively leaned into them a little, comforted by how cool they were. In contrast, his pupils dilated a little - humans were always very warm in contrast to him, but Furina felt especially hot. “Are you sick?”
"I don't know…. maybe…?”
Tetsuya's eyes flashed with something unreadable, and he quickly took his companion by the hand, fear gripping his chest as much as he would deny it was there. “Well, we need to get you medical attention, then.”
“I'll be fine-”
“I know you will,” he asserted, “because we are GOING to get you looked at.” His tone left no room for arguments, and Furina stared at him hollowly before weakly nodding. She didn't understand why he was so vehement all of a sudden, but she didn't have much energy to be stubborn.
“Mkay…”
Tetsuya began to lead her through the city then, and she let herself be pulled along, slipping in and out of awareness as voices around her rose and fell like the tides. Very soon however, it was a struggle just to put one foot in front of the other, and Furina wobbled to a stop, a hand to her temple. Wanderer turned to her then, frowning. “What's wrong?”
“Tired,” she mumbled, barely able to keep her eyes open. “Achy, too…”
“We'll be to the clinic soon, just - we're going to get you some help,” he replied, and if she were fully coherent she'd notice his voice was slightly strained from barely concealed worry. “Come on. You can lean on me if you need to.” He seemed so far away, despite the fact he was right there, and Furina's legs buckled, too weak to support their owner's weight anymore. She crumpled to the ground, and Tetsuya froze, unable to move for a moment. And then the spell was broken, and he knelt by her side, frantic. “Furina!? Hey!! HEY!! Furina!!” With shaky hands, he took her pulse, relief flooding him when it came through strong and consistent.
It might not stay that way for long, though. You've seen this before.
Pushing that thought away, Tetsuya carefully wrapped one arm around Furina's back to support her and then scooped her up princess style - she was so small, and he noticed her cheeks were quite rosy, beads of sweat all over her brow.
..the fever's getting worse.
He had to hurry. He had to hurry.
Tetsuya swears he's never flown so fast before, everything whizzing by in a blur (and if his vision blurred for reasons other than his swiftness, no one needed to know). The moment he touches the ground again, he's racing towards one of the nurses, chest too hot and too cold all at once. “My friend collapsed,” (and it's startling, how easy it is now to call her that) “Help her. Please.” Furina was gently taken from his arms, and he lingered like a shadow as she was carefully placed in one of the beds, a cool cloth laid on her brow. “She gonna be alright?” Wanderer ventured, and his voice was so so small, expression more akin to someone centuries ago; someone who hadn't yet seen the depth of all the world's sorrows. One of the nurses turned and nodded, in reassurance.
“Her illness was caught early on, so she should be just fine. It's good you noticed quickly. She should be back to normal in a few days with rest, but you can spend the night if you'd like-”
“Absolutely.” He was not going to leave. No way in hell. Settling into a chair nearby, he tried to calm the storm in his chest, closing his eyes to clear his thoughts. The hours flew by, and eventually Wanderer sat up and gently shook Furina, to rouse her. “It's time for you to take your medicine. Come on.” Furina didn't move, and suddenly, he couldn't breathe, chills gripping him.
Oh.
Oh, god. God, please, no. Not again. Please, not again. He couldn't do this again.
“Hey,” Tetsuya called again, shaking the girl harder. “If this is a joke, it's not funny. You need to get up. They said you were going to get better, so you have to.” He'd made it in time this time, he'd - as soon as he could, he'd brought her here… so there was no reason that -
Tetsuya took Furina's hand, and to his horror, it was cold (like his) and limp. Just like - no, no no. This wasn't happening this could NOT be happening it couldn't!! “You can't just - leave me like this,” he managed, tears flooding his eyes. But she had. She had, and he didn't even get to say goodbye, and he couldn't breathe, sobs choking him. This time, he understood that death was a constant, that it would come and claim all humans eventually but-
...that didn't make it hurt any less, as much as he'd tried to deny it.
“Furina, come on, you're one of the only friends I have I - please don't leave me behind. Please - I'll do anything just wake up; wake up!”
I couldn't save you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
He can't stop crying. He's sprung a leak and he can't fix it and everything hurts so badly and a nurse is taking his hand and pulling him away and turning his face into her chest so he won't look, and he can't stop crying and he's begging her to do something, anything, but she can't. She knows that, and he knows it, too.
Furina was gone, and he couldn't do anything. No one could.
Tetsuya jolted awake, tears streaming down his cheeks, and gasped. Stars twinkled above, and he sat up after a split second of regaining his senses. It was a dream. It was just a dream. Then, Furina- getting up in a hurry, he raced to her side and shook her frantically, and to his immense relief, she stirred. Heterochromic eyes stared blankly at him, and she blinked sleepily. “Tetsuya…?? What - oogh!” He was squeezing her in a hug before she could process what was happening, tucking his head into her shoulder. “Oh….hey hey, it's okay,” Furina mumbled, patting his back weakly in reassurance. “M’just tired..why are you crying??”
“You're okay,” he barely managed, holding her like she'd disappear if he let go. “I had a dream and - no, it..it doesn't matter. It wasn't real. You're okay.” Wanderer's voice broke then, and he sobbed, relief overwhelming. “You can't leave me yet, okay? Not yet. Please. You're the best friend I ever had.”
“I'm going to get better, don't worry. They're taking good care of me here, and I'll be out in no time and - ….”
“What? What is it? What's wrong?”
“Nothing, just.. you said, I'm your friend-”
The young man froze, taken aback, and then eased up again, slowly nodding. “.. I did say that.”
“You mean it?”
“..Wouldn't say it if I didn't.”
Furina smiled, laying her head atop Wanderer's, and blue and white locks spilled into each other. “You're my friend too, yanno. Thank you for bringing me here when you did. I might be a lot worse off otherwise.”
“You don't have to thank me. I just - . . did what anybody would do.”
“Maybe, but I still want to thank you. Gotta make sure the people you love know they're appreciated.” Tetsuya stiffened at that, blinking rapidly. Oh god, she couldn't just - say things like that, he'd cry all over again and - he had to have misheard.
“You- …what?”
“You're my friend, and I love you,” Furina reasserted, and she said it so easily, like she was talking about the weather, like she was stating a fact of the world, and it shook him to his core.
“.. I - oh,” was all he could say, hot tears making their way down his face again. “Just. Just like that?”
“Just like that,” she nodded, and the tears fell faster. He loved her too, he realized - he wasn't quite sure the exact dimensions of it but he knew he cared for her as a friend would, wanted to stand by her side and defend her with everything he had. Still, it wasn't very easy to say that, so he hoped his actions spoke for themselves. She seemed to understand though, to his relief.
“..why?” Tetsuya finally ventured, because he did not understand. There were many things he did not understand, actually. What he did not expect was for her to answer his question with a question.
“Why not?”
“Why not? Because - …I mean, you've seen how I act.”
“Doesn't make you unlovable, yanno. You're prickly, yeah, but I mean. If love is conditional, it's not love at all. You care about me - the real me, and I care about you, flaws and all. And that's not gonna change. Okay?”
“...mm,” Wanderer managed, nodding once.
Just like that. Just because he was, he was cared for. Worldrocking, that.
They stayed like that for a long time, until one of the nurses came to take care of Furina, and soon after the girl fell asleep. Tetsuya watched how the nurse gently tucked her in and brushed her damp bangs out of her forehead, expression contemplative. Humans could be selfish, they could be deceptive, they could be cowardly - but they also cared about each other and they loved each other, too- and some of them had so, so much love to give, it was daunting. Here in one moment and gone the next but they loved so much and so deeply - and for a moment, he wondered if he could, too, love the world and everything in it or - most things. He didn't think so, but these days it did seem a little brighter than it had before. Maybe that was a sign he was changing, without realizing it.
He would think more about it later. For now, he simply held Furina's hand as she slept and leaned his head on the side of the bed, heart steady. They'd said she needed a few days to recuperate, and he would be here until then. She would be okay, she would be alright. There was nothing to fear anymore, and everything would be okay. He wasn't going to lose her - not for now, anyway.
..to love, and to be loved, was wonderful, he thought.
Maybe that was living.
..he could come to thrive in it.
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martyrbat · 3 months
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driver's seat — dc holiday special (2017)
(ID in alt!)
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kocch · 11 months
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byler with vampire will?😵‍💫
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mike offering his veins and blood to will!! context: will came back different from the upside down - not a zombie boy, but a vampire one.
(sorry it took me ages to answer this, my work/adult life is too busy haha ;;) (this was for the send me a byler prompt to doodle thingy)
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sailoreuterpe · 1 year
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One of my favorite things to do is to just compliment someone. It gives me such a fucking rush. The little kick of dopamine from giving a genuine compliment is bliss.
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lavenoon · 1 year
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Blorbo thoughts(tm) but this time I’m directing them at you! For all the blorbos!!
I imagine that Eclipses favourite kind of kisses from Agent Neon are hand kisses (several for each hand)
What are Sun & Moon’s fav kinda kisses to receive from Robin? What makes these boys just swoon and melt into a puddle of animatronic? :3
Of course several for each hand! Just one each on only four hands, what kind of research would that be? No no no, to come to any significantly powerful results, of course you gotta pepper the boy in kisses! <3
Sun really likes getting kisses on his mouth - he may not have lips to reciprocate with, but he'll nuzzle back some! He loves how impossible it is to misinterpret those, and as we all know, he loves flaunting all the good he has - Robin definitely is a part of that! Also just a teensy tiny giddy about how small they are, when they pull him down or ask him to lean down, depending on their mood, and how much that proves that they want this, too. But, in quieter moments, without any audience, Robin will sometimes raise their hands while their fingers are just laced together, and then kiss the back of his hand, and it melts him into a puddle every time. He was so scared that they'd be terrified of what those hands can do - the obvious show of affection in all its tender glory just gets to him <3
Moon doesn't really have a preference for the where, but he's a fiend for sleepy kisses. Whether about to fall asleep or just waking up, he loves being close enough for kisses any time Robin sleeps around him (given their nocturnal schedule, it's actually rare for him to see them sleep!). And a tired little bird who can't even try to reach for anything specific, but is so determined to show affection that they just kiss whatever is available to them? Arm, (clothed, sorry) chassis, in some cases even just an awkward chin kiss - he loves it, he eats it up, and he might just pull them closer for more cuddles and kisses as they start giggling at how predictable he is. He doesn't mind predictable - being soft and domestic together took them long enough, some embarrassment won't stop him now <3
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nomsfaultau · 7 months
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Fault!SBI Love languages
Tommy: Physical contact. Not even a question. He’s just so incredibly touch-starved. Given the smallest excuse, he’ll sling an arm around Phil’s shoulders or lounge in The Blade’s lap. It makes for a bad combination with his anomalous properties, and he has a habit of unconsciously reaching for people and then jerking away. When talking to people he instinctively leans forward, and more often than not he’s accidentally smack dab in someone’s personal bubble. Tubbo (carefully) headbutts him, but any further level of contact and he gets stressed about contamination. He also tends to puff up when given compliments. 
The Blade: Quality Time. In particular, training. The first friends he ever made were through group projects at college w/ Averil, and it carried over to when he demanded Philza become his mentor. When The Blade accidentally acquired a Tommy, the way they became friends was through sparring that was admittedly far gentler than emerald duo matches. Part of him and Tubbo finally bonding is working on projects together, like quilting or making their prosthetics. Not much of a touchy-feely guy, and compliments sometimes make him feel awkward. 
The Blood God: Words of Affirmation baby! He loves the crowd roaring his name! Phil gives him compliments mid-battle and it’s such a rush. Once, he praised Tommy by calling him ‘not entirely useless’
Wilbur: Gifts. He grew up owning basically nothing, fighting for everything he had. The idea of just being given something was earth-shattering for him. But after the Foundation exploited that in a way that stripped him of coping mechanisms and exacerbated his preexisting trust issues, gifts became a trigger for him. While he despises receiving them, that doesn’t stop him from giving. Wilbur is the main resource gatherer of the group both for strategic reasons and because he wants to provide for his family. He’ll give even if it means he goes without, be it a jacket or food or a little toy he thought Tommy would like. Half his love language is also chewing someone out while tending to their needs. 
Philza: Acts of Service. Whether it’s cooking for his Collected or creating a pyre of bodies in their name, Philza is all about the acts of service. His M.O. is basically attaching himself to a neat mortal he finds and doing whatever he can to help them. If one of his Collected wants something done, Philza will move heaven and hell to do it. Also great for life advice, though his frame of reference for what's normal is pretty wack given the immortality. Additionally, he tries to specifically pay attention to his Collected and try out a variety of love languages to see what they like. So, ruffling Tommy’s hair (and fixing it afterward), sparring with The Blade, getting little presents for Wilbur, practicing active listening with Anderson. He’s still trying to figure out Tubbo, which is hard since they hate him. 
Tubbo: ??? Hard to pin down, but I guess Quality Time, as that’s how clingy duo really bonded in Fault. A lot of Tubbos’ displays of affection are paying attention to someone’s needs, such as being there if Tommy has a nightmare or Wilbur isn’t sleeping enough. They tend to recognize pretty quickly if someone is feeling down because of the 24/7 Bug Brother surveillance system buzzing around. Tubbos’ big on just hanging out with people, and even if they aren’t physically present, Tubbo will leave a swarm to be on hand with someone in case they want to talk or need something. Quality Time also feels symmetrical given The Blade is Tubbos’ foil. There's a little bit of Gift sprinkled in, such as Rhodes domesticating baby feral Tubbo via sweets and toys. Also, some Acts of Service, because what makes Tubbo start to trust Philza and The Blade is seeing how hard they worked to take care of everyone.
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haventdecidedyet · 5 months
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Starting to see that I am him and that’s ok <3
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Texted my younger sibling a heartfelt note earlier and they responded with a meme so now I know how Dick feels texting Tim 🙃
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ghostlyerlkonig · 3 months
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Please stop gender essentializing the stupidest simple actions you do for other people
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yea-baiyi · 2 years
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what tgcf fandom doesn’t seem to understand is that when hua cheng bitches someone out, xie lian is quiet not because he doesn’t understand, but because he agrees and he’s too polite to say anything.
and hua cheng doesn’t censor himself in front of xie lian — we know this because the book is entirely from xie lian’s perspective, and he usually finds hua cheng’s comments to be hilarious, if he doesn’t downright agree with him
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vodika-vibes · 8 months
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Can I flop into Grain's bed full of blankets, pillows, and stuffies and take a nap with him 🥺
@the-bad-batch-baroness
"Absolutely!" Grain shifts his blankets around and pulls a few more out of his foot locker, "I even have some water and snacks on the side table and some fresh sheets, so you can be extra comfy. Would you like some music as well?"
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samireads · 1 year
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One of these things is not like the others
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