Harvey with an autistic s/o - Headcanons
Harvey loves hearing you talk about your special interests. The passionate and excited way you talk about the topics you love is something he could listen to for hours. Harvey loves seeing how happy you are when you talk about it.
Harvey likes to stims with you. He snaps his fingers with you, makes sounds with his mouth, plays with magic cubes and beaded bracelets with you. It's really fun and relaxing for you two!
When you two go to a festival or event in town, Harvey always brings your noise muffler and keep it in his bag for you. Your husband knows how much you hate loud noises.
If your social energy runs out during a festival and you want to go home, you let Harvey know and he immediately understands. He says goodbye to your friends and goes home with you, holding hands in such an adorable way. But many times, you don't even need to say that you want to go home, because your husband already notices the tiredness on your face.
There was one time, during the Luau, that you were serving your plate of food on the table next to the speaker. Your ears hurt and you felt very uncomfortable because of the loud music. You set the plate aside and put your hands over your ears, almost crying. Harvey noticed and immediately came to the table, holding your arms gently and taking you away from the beach so you could regulate yourself.
"Is everything okay, my love?" Harvey asks, worried. "Don't worry, we are away from the loud music, this pain will pass. " Havey gently rubs his hands on your back, trying to give all the comfort to you.
Harvey loves cooking your favorite comfort food for you. It doesn't matter if it's sweet or salty, he will make it with the greatest love in the world for you.
During your crisis and meltdowns, Harvey will always give all of his support to you. He will take you to a safe, quiet place and give you space. Harvey will calmly ask if he can touch you, and if you are feeling comfortable to it he will hug you, giving multiple sweet kisses on your cheeks.
Harvey loves watching cartoons with you. During the cold autumn nights, the two of you prepare tea and poppyseed muffins, and sit on the living room sofa, wrapped in warm sheets and with the fireplace turned on. He puts on a DVD of your favorite cartoon and you watch it together, hugging each other.
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Aziraphale & Eddington.
Neil has confirmed us that David Tennant *actually* exists within the Good Omens universe. Thus, we may assume that the whole of his filmography, except for Good Omens, also exists. We may assume as well that Aziraphale has more or less followed Doctor Who over the decades, and that somehow, with time, the actor of his favourite doctor earned an eerie similarity to Job. But this isn't about him, right now. This is about his son in law.
I would like to think Aziraphale did enjoy the utterly handsome Eighth doctor, ending up glued to the screen and getting deeply excited about this incarnation. He probably got upset because of his only appearance on TV, but would still be delighted to see the series coming back to the BBC in 2005. The Ninth doctor may have appeared a bit tough to him at first, but there was something deeply endearing about him. Maybe it was the way he rocked that leather jacket, or his sense of humour, or his bravery, or his charming accent... He never really knew, but it was sad to say goodbye so soon again. "Who will be the new doctor?" He thought to himself. "Will they be blond? Taller? Will they wear a vest? A bowtie perhaps?". When the young man appeared on screen before Rose for the first time, Aziraphale was left completely mesmerised. The young man was... Different. He had slightly long hair and, honestly, he really liked how the leather jacket suited him too. Once the credits rolled, he found out his name: David. "Oh, that's a lovely name," he thought to himself. "That's the name of a king!".
He followed his seasons very carefully, blushing with his cheekiness, chuckling with his jokes, and loving how adventurous and fair the man was. Thanks to Crowley, he even dared to go to "the videoclub" and rent some of his earlier works. Oh, how handsome the man looked in The Last September, what a dear he was in Takin' Over the Asylum, how lovely he was in Duck Patrol, and what a cocky detective he was in Blackpool... Although, he admitted not being too focused on observing his labour as a detective there. The young man was rather handsome. Aziraphale flushed, could this be love? How silly of him! Falling in love with an actor! He was an angel! Which, inherently, also meant he was born to love. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't something bad. It could be silly, of course, but forgivable.
One afternoon, Aziraphale went to the videoclub on his own, and found a movie he hadn't checked out yet. Einstein and Eddington, a scientific movie it was. The young man looked wonderful in those glasses and stunning sandrift linen suit. Humans may say one mustn't judge a book by its cover, but this dvd already seemed perfect for him! Thus, the angel rented it and decided to treat himself with the film. He laid on his white cream sofa, got under his soft tartan blanket, and pressed the play button. A smile came across his face when he saw the man in those light refined clothes. What a delight to the sight that was.
The angel felt it deeply when he learnt that Eddington was in love with a man he couldn't have, but his heart did not only wrench there, no. It was when he saw the man stand before the orrery when things got clearer. He had to pause the video. Aziraphale got up and sat close before the screen, brushing his fingers against the image. "Crowley..." He mumbled. The only thing in his mind was the image of the spectacular ginger angel he met, in their neat white dress, creating a whole universe in front of his eyes. The way their thin fingers moved, the eagerness in their voice, the dark greenish of their gaze, way more breathtaking than the vastness of hues of the newborn nebulae. And when the blond saw, further on, the physicist crying desperately for his vanished love in the wide green garden, his heart shattered into shards.
He would not admit it, but he did not watch the movie just once that night. Not twice either. Eddington was just like his dear boy, not specifically the angel, nor specifically the demon. It was him. With their curiosity, and their passion, and their deep care, and hunger for answers and justice. He felt warm tears threatening to fall from his eyes and his mind started wandering. Because, what if. Just, what if Crowley had ever felt like Eddington? What if he was worried that one day he would never see his angel again? What if there were feelings trapped in his chest he feared never being able to express? Would he be like the astronomer and, once again, question God for her ineffable decisions? It took Aziraphale a good while to get away from the screen, from that eerily familiar image fueling his heart. It took him days for his sorrow over the fictional Eddington's life to lighten, after being the root of many, many wondering.
The next time the angel met his partner, he was certainly still caught up in his thoughts. The demon noticed, so he decided to ask him about his series and that actor that had truly drawn his attention. He didn't really know what he saw in him, but it didn't take much to notice the pure bliss in his blue eyes when he told him about his character's adventures. The way his words flowed in excitement and his hands often moved around to help with it. The angel was finally enjoying himself in something else than books and occasional music, and seeing him so cheerful did really brighten the demon too.
"How are things going with your binge watching? Have you gotten your hands on another series, or...?"
Aziraphale slowly lifted up his head and stared nervously into Crowley's eyes. He did not know what to say, how could he put into words his worry? Even worse, how to explain where all this came from? The ginger would probably laugh. Worrying that deeply about a character? A movie character? The angel got dewy-eyed. Please no, not in front of him, not like this, he prayed. The demon frowned, he sensed there was something his beloved couldn't easily tell.
"Aziraphale? Is everything alright?" The ginger asked softly. The principality breathed deeply and finally, managed to speak, as he fiddled with his vest.
"I- I just watched a movie, a sad one I must say. It made me think." The demon hummed, and answered.
"I get it. It's understandable, and if that David guy is really that good as you say, I bet his acting can move tons of people." Aziraphale's gaze brightened, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "I mean, I can see him being very talented. From what you've told me, the man does really have a range for acting. That's always important, to be able to adapt-."
"You really listened." Crowley was about to keep on rambling when he saw the angel in awe.
"Well, I have ears, what else am I supposed to do with them if its not listening?"
Tears fell off the angel's eyes. Crowley did not hesitate to get closer, inviting him into his arms. In a matter of seconds, the blond was in his embrace. He hugged his Angel tightly, and let him cry as much as he needed, caressing his back. He could not help but mutter in a caring tone.
"You and your stories, Angel."
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