#spicechica

●Wade is 100% a soft-spoken golden retriever boyfriend. He’s awkward at first but sincere — you always know when he’s nervous because he runs his fingers through his hair and avoids eye contact before stammering out compliments like, "You look… really nice. I mean, you always look nice. But, like, today especially.”

●Wade smells like cedar, car grease, and clean cotton. His hoodies are big, soft, and instantly feel like safety. He never minds if you wear them. In fact, he’ll tug the hood up over your head if he sees you getting overstimulated.

●He genuinely listens when you infodump. Like, he’ll sit cross-legged on the floor, eyes wide, completely focused while you talk about your latest hyperfixation or interest.

●He remembers the details. If you say you like a certain snack, a texture, or a scent, it’ll magically show up in your space later. Wade might not always say “I love you” every day, but he shows it in ways that feel quiet and specific — bringing you your favorite drink without asking, or adjusting the heater because he noticed your hands were cold.

●If physical touch isn’t always your thing, Wade learns your boundaries and respects them without needing them explained over and over. He offers things like weighted blankets, grounding tools, or soft textured gifts without making a big deal out of it.

●He’ll let you sit in his lap while he works on cars and will give you a kiss on the temple even if he’s covered in grease. "Sorry if I got you dirty," he’ll say, but you can see the proud smile he hides after.

●Wade buys you knick-knacks that remind him of you. A charm bracelet. A cracked Polaroid camera. A stuffed animal from a claw machine. “It just looked like something you’d like.”

●Wade’s a huge horror movie buff, slashers, psychological thrillers, campy 80s gore, he loves it all. You come over and he’s already queued up a stack of DVDs or has a horror marathon streaming. He’s been thinking about it all week.

●He always keeps a hair tie for you in his pocket, just in case. If you forget yours? Boom. Wade’s got you.

●He calls you “short stuff,” “trouble,” and sometimes just “babe” in the softest voice, but when he’s really smitten, he’ll say your name like it’s his favorite word.

●Impromptu late-night drives with no destination. Music playing low, your hand resting in his over the gear shift. You stop for gas station snacks and make it a mini-date — sitting in the parking lot, sharing sour candy and slushies.

●Wade is deeply patient. If you need silence, time to process, or you struggle with eye contact or conversation flow, he doesn’t take offense. He gets that comfort doesn’t always mean talking.

this has been stuck in my head for weeks. I recently watched Who framed Roger Rabbit, since I've watched it since I was a kid. But, I kept imagining that one Jessica Rabbit scene where she walks down the walk way, singing her song, and I kept thinking....that would be astarion. And tav would be Roger. I NEED TO SEE ASTARION IN A RED SHIMMERING DRESS AND HEELS!

i was re-watching this episode of Neil in dream team, and I just realized that both Neil and Tom were at the Disney awards back in 2003.🤣 *it's still hard to imagine that Neil was 25 and Tom was 16*

"IM CLAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!" *I want to touch his back*

(Suggested by: @wingswinger )

You and Quinten met as children, as both of your families wanted you two to get to know each other and the fact that Quintens family wanted him to be surrounded by other children. But Quinten wasn’t really the talkative type, always having his nose in a book or paper, or spending his time in the garden instead of being in school. 

His family thought you would be a good influence on him but nothing ever seemed to rarely change. You weren't the best yourself to be honest, you were always distracted by the smallest things and always liked to play near rivers and trees which would cause dirt to rub off on your clothes causing them to stain. You weren’t the brightest in school either which is why you would always go to Quinten when you found something difficult since he was the smartest person you knew. He would always scold you for your lack of knowledge and not paying attention in school, not like he ever went himself. 

When you were both younger he would take you to see his mother, telling how pretty she was and if she would ever wake up. You were really the one person he would talk to about this, as he was always so sad as a child, but through the years he had just gotten used to it and had visited regularly, watching as her skin and hair slowly began to turn white. 

But now you two were both 16. You were constantly staring back at your watch as you waited for Quinten outside the front gate of his large house. You both had agreed to walk each other to your class, or at least Max told you to make sure he goes to his classes. He had missed a lot lately, which had caused for concern from the headmaster, and Max had been forcing him to go. 

You huff as you check your watch again, knowing if you left now you wouldn't be able to make it to the first period. You goan as you toss your bag over the fence, carefully hopping over since the gate was closed. As your feet land on the ground, you hear the familiar sound of a bike chain rustling through the rocks. Quinten, trying to make an escape from Max. 

“Quinten!” You stop in front of him, causing his bike to brake, sending dirt through the air. “You said we were going to class together.” “Well, i changed my mind,” He replied, riding around you in circles. “You're going to get expelled if you keep missing classes. Max has already told your father.” Quinten just chuckled in response. “Would you stop riding that thing and just sit still for a moment.” He stops his bike and rolls his eyes. 

“Now, what's wrong?” You asked. “Nothing, why do you think something's wrong.” “Well, you’ve missed a bunch of lessons, you try to ignore everyone around you, and you’ve been spending most of your time in that dusty attic of yours. Now I think that’s alarm for concern.” 

He sighs. “Alright. I’ve been having these…dreams.” “Dreams?” You raise a brow. “Yes. Everynight, it’s the same. A place with an inside but no outside.” He pulls out a book from his bag. “Daddy gave me this, and look…” He points at a strange photo, almost resembling the same ones he’s drawn in his journal. 

“Now I talked to him, and I thought I could go to school and live with him and study there, like he said when I was younger. But he said he’d think about it.” Your face slowly turns into a frown. “You mean…you’d move.” “Well, yeah. But we could still see each other…even write.” “Yeah, but knowing you you’ll forget.” You cross your arm like a child and stomp your foot. 

He chuckles as he slowly moves his bike next to you. “It’s not official…yet. But, I think I would remember my one friend who has been there for me,” He smirks. “Now, if your still up for it…how about i ride you to school.” You give him a side glance from behind, catching that smug smirk on his face. You sigh in response. “Fine.” 

You climb on the back of his bike, standing on the two bars on the sides of his back tire, balancing yourself on his shoulders. The bike slowly begins to move as he balances both of yours weight, following the trail through the large overhead trees. 

You feel the light breeze hit your face as your hair flows behind you. Luckily you were wearing leggings underneath your skirt or everyone would have gotten a peak of your rear end. You giggle as he begins to pick up the pace a little, holding tighter onto his neck. He laughs as well. 

It was nice for the both of you to spend time together like this. When you both were younger it took some time for you both to get used to each other or even talk. But after a while you both would always be found together playing in the garden or upstairs in the attic where Quinten would spend most of his time. 

Both of your parents would even joke how two looked cute together, like a couple. But that was silly, you and Quinten were just friends, he would never like someone like you…right? You slowly bend over, your face in front of his upside down, smiling. You then noticed a light red tint forming on his cheeks, causing him to awkwardly chuckle. “You alright, your face is turning red.” “Oh, uh, yeah I'm fine…just a little hot.” Hot? It was cool enough to wear a light jacket, and the breeze from the bike ride was already making you a little chilly 

That was strange. It was rare for Quinten to get flustered like that. Is there something wrong with him? Or is it someone? 

I want to start doing more smut request, but I don't know where to start. Check out my pinned post to see my character list and exceptions. *I know you guys are hungry for more*