#hand holding is so important to me because sometimes other forms of physical touch are difficult

[evieelyzabethh]

"soft"

⭒"baby do you wanna touch? look at how you make me blush"⭒ Arcane characters as different romance tropes {fem reader}

cast ✧ Vi, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

cw ☞ slightly pervy jayce, lots of fluff

♞Vi ~ Opposites Attract♞

♞Vi really likes being able to be the protector. It's a bit too much pressure having to be a good role model, she struggles with the idea of people looking up to her. She's brash, she has a foul mouth, she can never seem to make the right decision, the only thing she feels like she's capable of is fighting. She's always rough, her hands are perpetually bloody and bandaged, her lip is cut, her hair cut is choppy and haphazard, she stomps when she walks. No one expects her to be with someone so soft

♞Not Piltie soft, not softness afforded to you because you'd never know suffering. Not soft like a downy blanket or a stuffed animal, soft like a worn t-shirt or like the petal of a flower. Something worn and broken down, something that rather than becoming hard or wilting away, it remained. Soft doesn't have to mean innocent, sometimes the softness is out of spite; out of determination to thrive. Softness as a form of rebellion.

♞ She would be in awe of you. Everyone in the lanes ends up fucked up. Overrun with shimmer, Grey, and cycles of violence, you don't have a choice in being hardened. Theories of evolution don't support softness; no good armor is gentle. And yet, the way you patch up her wounds, the way you communicate, the way you move, is all languid and smooth. You're like water and, for the first time, she isn't oil, she's ice. You aren't all that different, all she has to do is be willing enough to melt into you.

♞This isn't to say your helpless. You can throw a punch just fine but defense may just be the best offense. Turns out, knowing how to punch isn't as important as knowing when. You play defense, you bob and weave through physical situations and have a way with words that isn't often appreciated down here. In a world where everyone is always on high alert, shoulders tensed and fists clenched, you just breathe. It sounds simple, what if you just didn't fight? Not just through actions, but also through how you move. If stealing is inevitable, why not learn to grow? It's not just kindness, it's awareness. Why is stealing inevitable? Why do all of us starve? Why do we fight the neighbor; because the people who built the complex are too far.

♞Your softness brings out domesticity in Vi. Even though she still enjoys pit fighting on the side and the occasional bar fight, it's only because she looks forward to coming home. She enjoys the warm bubble baths and the shoulder massages, she's satisfied to see all the dirty and grime wash down the drain, she likes feeling not just clean but lighter. It's safe. Usually, she's the bigger spoon, but in your admittedly cramped tub, you sit behind her, and she allows her head to sink into your chest, the warm water sitting at her chin as she listens to you giggle as you kiss her sudsy neck and ask how her day was.

♞She indulges you when it comes to your self care days. She rolls her eyes as you slide the fluffy headband over her face, but she can no longer hide her content when you hold her hand to paint her nails after you use some sort of wooden tool to dig the dirt from beneath him. Every night with you feels like heaven after she just dug her way out of hell.

♞The perfect end to these nights is requesting you read something to her. It doesn't really matter what, it could be some cheesy romance or sciency textbook you swiped from Jayce's lab. She forgets how much she likes to read; she often doesn't have the time for it. And sometimes the words tend to swim around, floating through one ear and out the other, fighting to stick into the grooves of her brain but ultimately slipping right out, but even that does matter. It's the time spent. It's the hard cover and the soft pages. It's you and her.

★Ekko ~ Time Travel Romance★

★He is convinced you were made in a lab. He thinks it is impossible that you were just made that way, seemingly made just for him. Sometimes it's like you share the same brain, you think of the same jokes, you have the same ideas, it's like there some sort of bridge between both of your brains where even your synapses connect and blink in unison

★He's sure there's some sort of sappy saying that applies, one or two times of these occurrences just being a coincidence but after ten it's fate. What does it mean if these instances are innumerable, these moments of connectedness. Meeting you was a coincidence, sure, but you were always you before you met him. You laughed at the same things, you laughed in the same voice that from the start seemed to be in perfect harmony with his, the sound came from the same lips he's kissed thousands of times that practically fit together like puzzle pieces. In his mind, maybe even meeting wasn't a coincidence, with how perfectly you slot together, maybe even that was fate

★He was never even a big "fate" guy. He likes to believe that every one's choices are their own just as every one's consequences should be their own. The idea that his forever was already planned and picked for him, even if it was the most perfect pairing he could ask for, wasn't appealing because it wasn't his pick. His choice matters. His actions matter. He doesn't think of it in a "fate" way, he doesn't think he was always destined to pick you, he hardly even thinks of you as a separate entity

★Not to get existential or anything, but people are born from a hole and get placed into one after they die. Stars hit the end of their life cycles and from their ash come new stars. Every second someone dies and someone else is born. It's all so incredibly cyclical. Everyone ends up back where they started until forever. I mean, there's no proof for it, but surely the heat death of the universe would cause the spark that creates a new one, to be alive is to make life. The very act of breathing gives life to trees, the life of everything is in some way dependent on the life of another, all of which provides life to the whole. And surely our ash won't disappear, just as even the tiny neurons in our brain remember those whose voices, scents, and touch we can't remember. Essense never seems to leave. Your own is your own and it seems to have a never-ending magnetic urge to come back together and be whole. The cycle never ends because everything desires to be whole.

★That's how Ekko feels. With everything desiring to be whole, time is the throughway. It's the channel that brings everything together, not fate. You weren't destined to be together, you were made to be together, you had always been together. Two parts of the same whole which is part of an even bigger whole that has yet to be discovered and found, but you will together. The larger the magnet, the bigger its field of attraction, and you two will grow and grow until either you have become completely whole, or you shatter from passion in the process, the pieces of you mixed and spread to be reunited even stronger just a few moments later. Moments that could be seconds or millennia. When time is the only infinite and the desire to be whole is constant, what significance do those moments matter.

★Ekko knows better than to push the limits of time, so I use this trope very lightly. He does travel through time, but in much smaller ways. 4 second ways. It's a beautiful thing to not be confined to the parameters of time, even better to understand the sheer power of the second. This isn't to say he's never felt the urge to go back further, only that he knows that the universal and personal consequences would be even greater

★Thinking of it less like time travel, it's more akin to a replay feature. To go back further and change too much maybe wouldn't be a sci-fi disaster, but it certainly would be a disaster in his mind. Sure, bringing stopping Powder from blowing up that factory would have maybe prevented the death of Vander and even further instability in Zaun, but he would remember. The weight of his time would never leave him. What he changes in a matter of 4 seconds has changed the outcome of his entire universe, he knows that small time can matter just as much as big time. That big change certainly would change how you meet. If you two ever meet. He cherishes what you two have to even risk knowing what he left behind for the potential to make everything better. In his whole life of being selfless, this minutely selfish act he believes he's owed. He has absolutely no desire to push forward.

★Instead, he replays his little moments with you. Sometimes it's to prevent small mishaps, like dropping your favorite mug or the embarrassment of tripping in public. Sometimes it's just to relive you. It's a guilty pleasure of his when he can't stop you from leaving to replay your goodbye kiss at least once more until he's ready to let you go. Some may say he abuses his control of time, but he never takes what isn't his, so what can be the harm in elongating what's already eternal.

❂Jayce~ She Fell First, He Fell Harder❂

❂Jayce is hard not to love when you understand him. Just visually he's appealing enough, but internally he's very endearing. He's dorky, and sweet, and one of the most intensely loving people you've ever met. It's a real skill to so thoroughly have faith in humanity. Yes, he's naive, and rather dependent, and maybe a bit of a perv, but he's also touch-starved with a deep desire to be affectionate. He's touchy; emotionally and physically.

❂ Things are always sweet, even before he really falls. He does all the gentlemenly things, he holds open the doors, he ties your shoes, he gives you his jacket when you get cold. They're noticeable actions, his consuming hand on your knee as he steadies himself while double knotting your laces, his large jacket swallowing you in his scent and warmth. Eventually, it gets smaller. He keeps hair ties on his wrists, when you can't decide on what you want for dinner, he knows for you, your music recommendations being to pop up on his playlists. Rather than consuming you, he's being consumed.

❂There is no such thing as being too close. He actually gets frustrated that he can't be even closer. His favorite moments are when he's wrapped in you, when he's listening to your music, when you hug him, when your thighs are wrapped around his head. He likes being consumed. He likes knowing how your brain works; what makes you tick. He likes to know what you like, what you don't like, what you think of his haircut, what you think of his projects, what you think of him. He's probably asked you that a million times. What was your first impression of him? Did you love him at first sight? Did you think he was handsome?

❂If he could crawl into your skin he could. Being a very touchy person, it's not a surprise to anyone that he enjoys having sex with you. It's how he feels most intimate; he likes to be inside you, it's how he feels most connected. It's not the simple fact that you feel good, he likes the warmth, he likes how you suffocate him, he likes to make you feel good, he lives for it, it's the fact that there is no clear separation between the two of you. It's not clear where you end, and he begins, whether it's his cum or yours leaking out of you, whether it's his moans or yours bouncing off the wall. He likes there being ways of separating the two of you, so thoroughly mixed, there's no point in pulling him out of you.

❂While you fell first, there was never a moment where he didn't love you. Certainly never a moment where he didn't notice you. It's kinda like you were always there, and eventually you coagulated into something so great he couldn't just ignore you anymore. You were always in his lab, always in the corner of his eyes, always looking out for him, always lingering. Your scribbles on his notes, the clicks of your shoes, your fingerprints on his machines. He never didn't like you, it's just that the like accumulated to love and, if you can believe it, the love became something else entirely. He's a scientist; The Man of Progress. If nothing else, he is an inventor. He used science to make magic, surely, he can make love into something even greater.

❂He draws you constantly. Your name lives in the margins of his notes, your face can be made from his pointless scrawls, your voice can be heard through his. Even when he's not thinking, he's replicating pieces of you. You are his brain's base state, that is how totally you consume him.

☽Viktor ~ Oblivious☾

☽Viktor is someone who never put much emphasis on a relationship. He liked to focus on his craft, spend all day in his lab, and go home to his empty apartment, maybe crack open a bottle and read near his desk lamp. He just never thought he needed it. Obviously, relationships with others are important, but he never expected to find what he wanted in a partner from Piltover

☽It couldn't be clearer that he was from Zaun. The way he dressed, the way he spoke, hell his illness is a byproduct of him living in Zaun. You can take the man from his home, but you will never take his home from him. This being said, he's no stranger to the cold looks and the effort put in to minimize his efforts. Jayce's name is on the patents, Jayce speaks to the people, Jayce is the man of progress, not Viktor. If he wanted affection and appreciation, he wouldn't think to look where he was at.

☽This being said, he is completely oblivious to you crush on him. It's not even a complete focus on work, it's because he wouldn't assume that of a Piltie. It's also not a self-worth thing, he has never been insecure of his home, and he has even less felt a desire to assimilate better within Piltover and beg for their approval. He is as prideful as he is stubborn, he has never thought he was less than. Due to the arrogant attitudes of the world around him, he assumed you were the same

☽He takes your kindness for pity as for. He assumes you tidy his space as a passive aggressive way of telling him he's a slob. He thinks your warm greetings are all part of some large joke. He assumes the snacks you try and share with him are out of obligation rather than sincerity. He never listens to Jayce when he tries to tell him that you're just nice. What would Jayce know? Everyone is nice to him because he's...well, Jayce. He's been to council meetings, he's seen the Lanes, he's heard the snide remarks since he got here, he knows that kindness to people like him is never just kindness.

☽Still, as you persist, he softens some. He finds that you're quite nice to talk to. The more you come around, the more he expects you to. Almost anxious, he's filled with something in his chest, maybe anticipation. He wants to know the ideas you have on the new blueprints he just drafted. He wants to hear about your studies. He wants to hear about that book you started reading. It's a breath of fresh air to have someone to talk to about non-work matters. A friend is what he thinks of you, and how he thinks you see him. Never mind how your eyes seem to dodge his gaze and your cheeks redden on the rare occasion that his hand brushes over yours or his knee grazes your thigh. He doesn't even try and make excuses for it because he doesn't even notice it.

☽He also doesn't notice a few things about himself. Mainly about how he puts a brush through his hair in the morning or how he straightens his tie while he waits for your knock at the door. His thigh bouncing is surely just because it's colder than usual in the lab. He doesn't notice how much he talks about you. How much he looks back over the notes you leave, both the meaningful ones and the small hearts and stars you leave on his pages. Even worse, he doesn't notice when you ask him to be your date to an upcoming gala

☽He thought you were kidding. Galas weren't at all his thing, he wasn't that smooth on his feet, and to be quite honest, he found most of those around him to be insufferable. He knew you enjoyed things like this, and strangely after mentioning his mind would infrequently wander to images of you all dolled up, but he didn't picture himself with you. Oblivious to your very obvious crush on him, he doesn't see himself as someone you would want in your happiest moments. So, when you asked if he had any plans that night, and he mentioned his lab, and you asked if you could meet him there to escort him to the party, he thought you were kidding. You were not kidding.

☽You looked beautiful. Viktor isn't often at a loss for words, but when he heard you knock and walked over to open the door for you, his bad leg nearly gave out, pushing himself further into his cane. He looks...disheveled. Glasses perched low on his nose, ink on his hands, hair in a state of disarray, wrinkled clothes. Even worse, you looked disappointed. You tried to make a joke of it, asking if that's what he planned on wearing, and he replied in a confused tone that he didn't think you were going to go at all.

☽You cry and for the first time he recognizes that the way he feels may not be as uncaring as he thought. He's bad at comfort, lightly tapping your shoulder as you confess through labored breaths that you really liked him and you thought he liked you back and if he really didn't want to be bothered with you, he could've just said as such. You push away from him, surprisingly, eyes puffy as you notice his shocked impression for the first time. "I didn't know." is all he can muster. He didn't know you liked him, and he certainly didn't know he liked you.

☽Even more surprisingly, as you dust yourself off to spend the rest of your night alone with a pint of ice cream, he pulls you in for a kiss. It's awkward and stiff, but when he realizes what he's doing, his eyes finally close and he holds your face as he wipes the tears from your eyes. He apologizes about the gala, not that it mattered all that much now. You had only wanted to dance with him, which you did all night long anyway.

☼Mel~ Friends to Lovers☼

☼Affections is something that has never come all that easy to Mel. She was always told that she needed to be the wolf, she was supposed to be cold, unfeeling, and ruthless. And while that never would've been her, affection is not her first instinct, receiving or giving. She has gotten quite comfortable with you over the years.

☼The friends to lovers would be so smooth that there is no place you could pinpoint when the friends became lovers. Even as friends, she spent more time with you than anyone else. You took your meals together, you practically lived together, you worked together. So many nights were spent just casually in each other's presence, slowly getting closer as you would move from her couch, then the chair by her bed, to being halfway up under her as you fell asleep sprawled on top of her sheets.

☼Even more than the close proximity, was the emotional and physical intimacy. Learning about her mom, her brother, hearing her question what she's even doing here in Piltover, listening as she dreams of a world with no rulers and no warring countries and just peace where she can live on her own little island and just sleep. A world where her mom feels at peace enough to stop making war, a world where there is no undercity, no topside, just the sun, the land, and peace.

☼And she tells you all of this and more. Simpler and lighter things, that new dress she saw when window shopping, the latest gossip, this new tea she tried a week ago, and she tells you with her hand casually thrown over yours or her head on your shoulder. She doesn't notice when she starts, but eventually her hugs become less sporadic. It's no longer startling for her to just come up to you and hug you, and when you ask her why, she just replies with a smile and says because she wanted to. She does a lot of things because she wants to, lightly running her hands through your hair, lightly bumping into you when walking side by side, plopping down right next to you as you finish work.

☼You two had been inseparable for a while now. While not sharing every moment of the day together, the moments that matter are always spent in each other's company. The hard moments after meetings with her mother, the tiring late nights after a long day of having to be social, the happy times of enjoying the hard work of a new recipe. Even before people started speculating if you had been dating, it was always Mel and You. You two were almost defined by each other, traits being compared in relation to who the other was. You were nicer but Mel was more talkative. You were always linked together in conversation.

☼Ambessa wasn't a fan of this, of course. She knows what it feels like for others to make you weak, and she may have a point when she tells Mel that to protect herself, she also had to protect you. However, Ambessa underestimates her daughter. She underestimates your bond. Mel has no qualms with being your protector just as you don't mind being hers. Mel understands love far better than her mother does, love isn't only having someone to protect but also having someone to protect you. You aren't some princess in a castle, and she is no knight who must keep the dragons from your tower, you can take care of yourself. If you need her, she's there. Love is her willingness to be there, it doesn't force her

☼Mel doesn't question anything about the two of you. She loves the way you both flow. She cares for you deeply. That's all there is to it. She never saw the point in putting any sort of label on it, she's been telling her she loves you since she realized that she did. There's never been any shame in that, because she does love you. What's the point in saying I love you as a friend or as a partner, she loves you in a way that transcends both those terms. She loves you deeply. So deeply it fills her, it fuels her, it makes her feel whole. Though, you've always made her feel whole.

☼So, when she starts referring to you as her lover, there is no big fanfare. The relationship had never really changed, how you felt certainly didn't change either, just the name you told everyone else to put on it.  

[kikiyoomis]

you've accepted the fact that sakusa does not enjoy physical affection. early on in your relationship you did try to initialize some small forms of physical affection but you were always met with the expression of repulse and so you quickly gave it up. so now, almost a year into your relationship there has been little to no physical affection between you and sakusa.

"so you haven't even had your first kiss even though you've been dating someone for almost a year?" your friend says, baffled at the thought of it.

"f/n nevermind their first kiss they haven't hugged or even held hands," your other friend pipes in.

"wow, y/n you're really a virgin in all aspects."

"guys it's really not that bad. he's a nice guy and physical affection isn't everything," you say sheepishly but you can't help but agree with them to some extent.

you too, aren't someone that needs physical affection as a form of love but you do enjoy it. and a little ashamed to admit it, but you do get touch starved sometimes.

there are many nights where you wished that sakusa would just hug and hold you to comfort you on your rough nights or give you a kiss in appreciation. even though he's willing to call and listen to you rant, sometimes all you want is just a hug from him as a form of comfort.

so your solution to this, was to by plushies as his hug replacement.

the first time he came over to your place roughly seven months into your relationship, he was shocked at the amount of plushies you acquired. you remember coming up with excuses about how they were so cute you couldn't help yourself but you were too embarrassed to tell him the real reason.

"i'm so happy that you're available today for a date," smile happily as you take a bite out of the homecooked meal sakusa made for your anniversary.

"i took the day off," sakusa says, taking off his apron before taking a seat across from you. you look up in surprise but you're greeted with sakusa's soft smile. "does it taste good?"

"yes it tastes amazing but why did you take the day off? the tournament is starting soon," you say. sakusa rarely took days off especially when tournaments are around the corner. you were sure that when he said that he was available today that meant that the entire team was given the day off.

"because you're important too. i wanted to celebrate this milestone with you." you face flushes red at his statement so you busy yourself with the food to hide your embarrassment.

"...thank you for taking the day off then," you say quietly, heart fluttering just like when you had a crush on him.

"y/n, there's something i want to talk to you about."

and just like that, your heart instantly drops to your stomach. what could he want to talk about? he literally made your heart flutter just a moment ago but now he makes it feel like it weighs a thousand tons all of a sudden?

"w-what do you want to talk to me about?" you stutter out, nervousness evident in your voice.

"it's nothing to worry about but..."

"but?"

"i've been thinking for a while that uh..." sakusa's face suddenly starts to turn red. so much so that the tips of his ears are also turning red. from the sweet and confident air that he had just a moment ago suddenly turned nervous and bashful.

"... thinking that... you..." he mumbles out.

"pardon?" you ask, not quite hearing what he said.

"i said, that i've been thinking about how i wanted our relationship to be more... "

"kiyoomi i literally cannot hear what you're saying," you say, suddenly wondering what he wants with you.

he rests his chin in one of his palms and he turns away from you so that all you can see is the back of his head and his bright red ears.

"i want a more physical relationship with you. i want to hug and kiss you y/n"

your eyes widen in shock. was this the same guy that displayed an expression of disgust whenever someone's hands accidently touches him? who is this and where did your boyfriend go?

"but i thought that you..." you trail off, not believing your ears.

"i wanted to for a while actually, but i thought you didn't like it so i held off on it. there were times where all i could think about was how nice it would've been if i wasn't a coward to just give you hugs and kisses like a normal boyfriend would," sakusa says sheepishly.

this was a new sakusa that you've never seen. in fact you don't think anyone has ever seen sakusa like this.

you quickly get up from your chair and walk around the table to sakusa's seat and without any hesitation you throw your arms around him.

"kiyoomi you're actually so stupid!" you laugh as sakusa jolts in surprise at your sudden back hug. but he quickly relaxes into your touch and turns so that he wrap an arm around your waist.

"yea, yea i'm stupid," he smiles before quickly planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. "happy one year my love, no need to hug those plushies when you have me" he whispers before hiding his bright red face into the crook of your neck.

[emocowboylvr]

hii! would you be interested in doing a fic or headcanons about carl x narcoleptic!reader? it's just i never see it anywhere and i really struggle sometimes. you don't have to --just asking, but thank you. <3

Hi!! Yes of course. To do this i definitely had to educate myself a little further due to the fact that I only know the super basic information about narcolepsy. I'm happy to learn more and to do this for you!! (Also sorry it took so long.)

Thank you for requesting this and feel free to give me feedback and send more requests if you like this one.

CARL GRIMES X NARCOLEPTIC READER

Narcolepsy is tough to have during the apocalypse.

It’s important to be constantly alert and awake, but that’s just not something you could do. You often felt drowsy, if not completely exhausted or drained, and the consistent moving, running, and fighting definitely didn’t help.

When Rick and Daryl, while out on a run, found you alone in the woods one day, they brought you back to Alexandria, where you met Carl.

Since Carl was your age, the two of you became friends very easily.

At first, it worried Carl that you were so tired during the day and he suspected that there were further problems, such as you not being able to fall asleep at Alexandria for some reason, or even the possibility of you being sick.

When you became closer, he asked questions, and you told him that you were narcoleptic, which led to a long discussion and a learning opportunity for him because he was uneducated on the topic.

Since the apocalypse started when he was so young, he is uneducated on a lot of topics concerning disorders or anything medical.

When you started dating, he tried to understand more about it, but at first was a little confused. He would recommend things that you know wouldn’t help, but you still thought it was cute that he was trying.

He never got annoyed when you’d fall asleep during the day, not even a little bit. He’d just use it as an excuse to hold you.

Carl is definitely a physical touch kind of guy, though he doesn’t like to show it in front of other people.

When he’s near the group he’ll do very subtle things, like put the side of his foot against yours or his pinky finger through your belt loop. If he’s feeling touchy that day he might hold your hand in front of everyone. But in the seclusion of the two of you he’s all over you.

But his favorite form of physical contact: getting away from everyone else and finding a comfortable spot for the two of you two lay down, where he would allow you to fall asleep on top of him, while he flips through the pages of a comic book he’s already read a thousand times.

The sound of his thumping heartbeat could be heard in one ear and the faint sound of his breathing could be heard in your other. You had always thought that it helped you sleep easier. You felt like it kept you asleep and from waking up during the night so often and you didn't have as many nightmares.

Maybe you just told yourself that because you liked when he held you.

Carl also loves to have “sleepovers”, although he hardly sleeps. He isn’t an insomniac or anything, but he often has a hard time falling asleep. He keeps himself up with his thoughts. But the weight of your body on his, and your soft skin that he would very gently caress in order to not wake you, would help him relax.

Sometimes you’d wake up after a nightmare, very visibly upset. Being narcoleptic, you had them often, and the apocalypse and your traumas from it really made it worse.

Your sudden stirring in bed would wake him from his sleep, and every time he would pull you closer to him, lazily tracing circles over your back or running his hands through your hair. He would place soft, loving kisses on your forehead or the bridge of your nose, and very groggily he’d mumble something like “Come here, it’s okay” or “Go back to sleep, I’ve got you.” Before he’d fall back asleep himself, probably before you did.

Of course, like every other capable member in Alexandria, you had to pitch in, which you didn’t mind, but you had night watch, and god was it hard to keep yourself from drifting off. It was only for half the night once a week, but still torture nonetheless. The moonlit sky and the faint wind in your ears almost lulled you to sleep. Your eyelids would feel like they weighed ten pounds and your body would just beg you to let it rest. But you fought it.

You’d force yourself to pace around or sing a song you used to love to keep yourself from falling into the drowsy temptation.

Sometimes, when Carl couldn’t sleep he’d come out there with you and talk to you, and every once in a while, you couldn’t help but lean on his shoulder and shut your eyes.

Every now and then he’d come out there to talk to you and he'd have to watch you struggle to keep yourself awake. He just couldn’t let you fight yourself to keep your eyes open so he’d sneak you inside really quickly, tuck you in, and take your shift for you, even though he’s already done his.

I really hope this is good enough, and honestly, like I said, I'm still learning about narcolepsy, so feel free to tell me anything I could do differently!!

[ciaossu-imagines]

Hi! Let me know if youre only doing one emoji per person so i can resubmit, but can i request ❣️💓 💖 for shouhei?

I didn’t set any limits for emojis, so the request is more than okay! Besides, you know I’d write anything for you, especially when it gets to be about such a great character 😊 I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons!

What are their love languages?

I’ve answered this one over here for how he is expresses himself to others through love languages, for anyone who wants to read it.

However, just so I don’t feel like I’m cheating you out of any new headcanons or anything, I’m going to give a couple based on how I think Shouhei most likes to feel loved through the love languages.

I do think that he is someone who will try his best to accept however his partner feels most comfortable showing their love. He does everything he can to understand that not everyone expresses themselves the way he does, and tries to find ways to be content with however his partner chooses to show him their care for him.

However, I really do think that, giving and receiving, the love language of physical touch is just super important to him. If his partner is uncomfortable with physical affection or deprives him of it, rebuffing his attempts to get even casually flirty and touchy with them, he’s really going to feel it and it will frustrate him immensely. It’s an automatic way to make him second-guess whether his partner is really even into him at all, if they even care about him at all. He needs, even in an asexual partner, someone who is affectionate – hugs of any sort, hand-holding or slinging an arm around his waist, cuddling with him, kisses of any sort, his partner running their fingers through his hair (it’s something almost guaranteed to put him to sleep), back or shoulder rubs after a long day, taking showers together and soaping him up…really just any sort of intimate, physical touch like those sorts of things will go miles in making him feel loved and taken care of.

That’s another really big one with Shouhei. While he won’t admit it, might sometimes joke about it good-naturedly, there is a part of him that wants to feel like his partner is taking care of him as much as he’s taking care of them. He doesn’t much like his partner’s to spend their cash on him – while he’s always an appreciative recipient, he feels a little awkward accepting gifts. But having a partner do his laundry, knowing it’s one of the chores he hates the most? Having them give him those shoulder rubs, not expecting anything in return? Them watching one of his favourite movies or shows with him, even though he knows his partner had really wanted to watch something else or is totally disinterested in the genre? His partner tucking him in and spoiling him when he’s sick, because they genuinely care about him and want him to feel better quickly, even though there’s a risk that they’ll get sick just from being around him. All of these little acts of service go a long way in letting Shouhei know that he’s just as important to his partner as his partner is to him.

In other words, Shouhei’s love languages, unsurprisingly, are pretty much the same, both giving and receiving.

What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?

First off, I don’t think Shouhei immediately realizes he’s falling or has fallen for someone. He’s such a friendly guy, so used to having so many people in his life that he enjoys and cares about in some form, that it’s not going to automatically spark for him that hey, oh gosh, I really care about this person.

I do think that the first sign that he’s at least interested in someone is that he is physically attracted to them. He looks at them and starts noticing all the things he likes about how they look. Please remember here that this doesn’t necessarily mean that the person Shouhei’s interested in has to be in any form conventionally or traditionally attractive. Beauty is very much in the eye of the beholder and the things Shouhei is noticing are probably going to be small things – how their smile lights up their whole face and makes him want to grin in return, how cute he finds the slope of their nose, how expressive their eyes are, how fluffy or shiny and smooth their hair is, what cute ears they have or hands they have. He finds himself staring at them sometimes, though he doesn’t think they’ve caught him doing so, at least not too much. He knows that physically, at least, there is a part of him that wants them.

However, this doesn’t necessarily mean that Shouhei’s falling for someone. He can be attracted to someone’s looks and have absolutely zero interest in pursuing anything further with them than maybe a casual hookup. But that attraction will at least open the door to the process that could make him fall, because the things that make him fall are normally very personality based.

Shouhei is someone who kind of constantly needs some sort of stimulation. He doesn’t like to be bored. He always wants to be doing something, even if it’s just sitting around and shooting the shit with friends. It’s why the biggest sign that he’s fallen for someone, the thing that sets off the big, buzzing, neon ‘fuck, you know what, I wanna date this person’ bulb in his brain, is the fact that Shouhei will find himself completely content to just do nothing with this person. They don’t need to be doing much of anything. They don’t even need to be keeping up a conversation. They could just be laying on the grass, looking at the stars in silence, or sitting beside each other and the silence doesn’t bother him. It doesn’t feel awkward. He’s not bored. He’s simply relaxed and strangely happy in the moment. He doesn’t feel any pressure to entertain them or any need to entertain himself. It’s just peaceful when he’s with them in these moments.

He’s a part-time worker, so he’s pretty broke a lot, especially since he likes to go out and do things. It’s another real big tip-off for him that he’s really got it bad when he starts cutting back on the things he sees and wants, just so that he can have money to go hang out with them, or some spare pocket change to sometimes get them little somethings to surprise them with, just so he can hear their delighted voice and see their face light up. That’s one of the last signs, the final nail in the coffin.

Other little things that will tip not only Shouhei, but those around him, off to the fact that he’s really started to get into someone: he’ll start mentioning them a lot. They’ll start popping up in his conversations more and more frequently. His friends feel like they know that person before they even get to meet them.

He’ll start taking a lot of care about looking particularly good, fussing with his hair and paying more attention to his clothes, what cologne he’s wearing, and all that, and it’s always on days that he’s going to see that person he’s into.

He starts finding excuses to drop by and spend more time with them. They say they’re sitting at home bored but don’t have the energy to go out? Well, he can always stop by. He’s not even that far away. Better to be bored with someone else, after all!

How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

I really do see Shouhei as someone who does like to impress their partner. He wants to show off all the good things about himself to the person he’s crazy about. He wants them to be proud of him and to feel like they’ve lucked out getting him, because that’s exactly how he feels about them.

This starts way back in the crushing on phase, as I mentioned above. He’s always going to be trying to find little ways to get his partner’s attention on him. He’ll find himself subconsciously flexing around them. He makes sure to tell more jokes around them, doing anything he can to make them laugh. Their laughter is one of his favourite sounds in the world, after all. He isn’t above acting silly or stupid just to get a grin out of them, as long as they’re not laughing purely at his expense.

When they get into a relationship, I see him as being the kind of guy who sends ‘daily thirst traps’ to his partner. Sometimes they’re workout pictures or videos of him in the gym. Sometimes they’re sexy pictures of him shirtless, taken to really emphasize his muscles. Sometimes they’re something even a little naughtier, especially if Shouhei’s really craving that kind of intimate time alone with his partner because maybe it’s been a week or so and he’s kind of going mad with how much he wants his partner. Of course, he’s definitely not going to say no to his partner sending those daily thirst traps in return. That would be crazy.

He also tries to impress his partner in other ways that people wouldn’t expect though. He doesn’t want them to think of him as just some himbo they’re fucking around with. He doesn’t want them to think of him solely as the good-times guy. He likes to show off how good of a friend he is. He likes showing off that he has a somewhat healthy relationship, at least now, with his parents. He likes to show off that he’s at least somewhat capable of bringing in money, letting them know he can be a provider for them. He wants them, after all, to consider him as someone who could stay in their life not just for a couple months, but maybe a lot longer than that.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

I wish I could animate sometimes. Thanks for inspiring my writing and making me feel more confident to talk about this pairing.

TW Disability (from the perspective of a disabled person that will not speak for everyone since all experiences are different.) Tw Insecurity. Tw emotional angst, Survivor's Guilt, and mild depression.

While Edgeshot is recovering from the war with Shigaraki, he stays at his buddy Jeanist's condo. They have been friends for years and there's no one Edgeshot trusts more with his recovery.

Edgeshot kind of feels at a loss of what to do now. He went into saving Bakugo with no plans for survival. He was going Plus Ultra and doing what a hero should, save others. Now he was a worm like creature (the size of a keychain) and he couldn't help but selfishly wish for his old body back. Selfish because he knew how important his sacrifice and quick thinking was for Bakugo's survival. That losing his original form was part of what needed to be done.

He wondered if Fate kept him alive just to torment him in his weaker moments as he struggled with physical therapy in a carefully constructed hamster habitat. A home, as nice as it was, that still felt like a cage. The worst part of not being able to be at full strength was seeing Tsunagu come back tired and stressed from press conference after press conference. Mission after mission. Photoshoot after photoshoot. Looking down at his hands in his lap as he quietly typed on his phone's notes' app statements as to why he was so 'weak.' Shinya catching glances while he'd sneak out from his enclosure.

Shinya wanted to reach out and take his friend's hand. Especially when the other seemed to be feeling guilty for Shinya's current state. Overworking himself and trying to care for everyone (his support with helping Hawks' career change, providing care and emotional support for many permanently injured pros like Tensei Iida, promoting various charities and Uraraka's new program, and being a mentor/role model to aspiring heroes everywhere). Diving head first into work and a professional mask that hid the pained man from view.

They both felt far from being in their prime. Shinya knew this. Jeanist was struggling with his respiration and nutrition after losing a lung and much of his stomach against AFO. Shinya felt small and helpless as a string. They both understood each other's pain.

It was just hard to find the words to say, "How can I support you? I love you and don't want to lose you. I'm seeing you hurt yourself emotionally over and over again and I'd wish you'd stop. You're more than a weakness of flesh and bone, of character. You're so strong. I know you wouldn't hesitate to fight for me every day that you could. It's something I appreciate about you. Just let me help take care of you for once." Especially when they had been out of touch the last few years before the war brought them back together again.

So, Shinya, through grueling exercises and struggle, got himself long and strong enough to manipulate Jeanist's lone record player in his bedroom after leaving his own home in the condo's guest room. it was perfect timing because Jeanist had just come back from a grueling patrol with his head in his hands. Shinya manipulating the player so that it played, "I Want to Hold Your Hand" from The Beatles. Jumping down into the pro's hands from his position. Nuzzling his fingers with his head. Doing his best to say, "You're not alone. Will get through this together. Please don't despair. I love you, my friend."

Beautiful…….i love them so much 🥹🥹🥹

Gorgeous writing btw- they’re so precious to me ohhhhh I love them….

[hawkeyeslaughter]

Someone mentioned in a post I saw that BJ’s love language is probably Acts of Service. It mentions the way that he’ll show how much he cares about Hawkeye by doing things for him, including the last episode in which he writes “GOODBYE” in giant letters with rocks instead of just saying it 🤦🏻😂

So I’m curious: what do you think the other characters��� love languages are? :)

WAIT THATS SO CUTE 😭😭 i love that so much . and thank you for the ask !!!!

— i think hawkeye’s is definitely physical touch . it’s pretty obvious when you watch him the more he likes someone the more touchy he is with them … leaning into trapper when he laughs , arm consistently around radar whenever he talks to him , hugging and leaning into bj , letting the others sleep on him , holding margaret when she’s upset , a hand on henry’s shoulder … i could go on and on . “ oh but he’s always touchy with everyone “ because he loves everyone ??? next question

— i think trapper is less of an acts of service guy ( i think a lot of the stuff he does is just because it’s funny ) and more of a quality time guy . i mean of course it goes without saying that he’s always hanging around hawkeye because he loves hawkeye , but i think we see it reflected a ton too with this patients ; there’s several instances where we see him hanging around their bedsides in hopes they’ll get better . and there’s several instance where we see him just hanging out with henry or hawkeye or even frank doing nothing . but doing it just because he loves them and wants to be around them and i really think that’s sweet lol

— it’s so a hard to tell with frank because obviously we don’t see him do any loving acts a ton , but if i had to assign one to him i’d say gift giving . frank is so stingy that even getting him to give something to someone of any value ( whether it be a necklace or a signature on a form ) is monumental . and when he does i feel like it must be because he loves them . deep down . just a hair

— henry is words of affirmation without a doubt in my mind . like we see him struggle with using his words to express how he feels ( like in ‘ henry , please come home ‘ where he stutters before telling hawkeye and trapper that they’re swell , and giving radar a pat on the head ) , but he really shows how much words mean to him in episodes like ‘ ceasefire ‘ and ‘ abyssinia , henry ‘ . i also think in episodes like ‘ sometimes you hear the bullet ‘ or ‘ the trial of henry blake ‘ or ‘ sticky wicket ‘ when he offers encouraging words or is straightforward about how he feels , he means them . and he’s saying them to express that he cares , and i think that’s big for him . so yeah , words of affirmation for henry .

— margaret is quality time , even from the early seasons when she took so much consideration on setting up her little dates with frank . she just likes spending time with people , with the patients , with her nurses , with potter , with the swamp rats . she finds time , even with how busy she gets with being head nurse , to take little moments with people she cares about . i think its more subtle , but i think it’s very important to her character to notice .

— radar is acts of service . i mean , yeah , a lot of the stuff he does is because he has to do it , but a lot of the stuff he does he doesn’t have to do , either . my always goes to ‘ showtime ‘ when he found the mother with the baby and went to henry with her when he missed the birth of his own kid . i love thag radar is always helping out in his own little ways when even hawkeye may be unaware . he’s just always going out of his way to help , and i love him for that . i love him for that .

— charles is words of affirmation to me too . i think opening up and being honest is a big big thing for charles , and i think since he didn’t really have anyone growing up to offer him those words it adds to the fact that he uses them as something he didn’t really ever have . its a big deal for him ,, it makes the scenes with his stuttering patient and the piano player more special . because he means it . because its coming from his heart .

— i’d like to think klinger is gift giving , as he’s doing manicures or sometimes giving things to the nurses or giving his little bits of fashion advice . i think its not always the physical things he’s giving away , but also little pieces of his heart through his kind acts .

— father mulcahy is acts of service , not only because he ( more or less ) has to because of his profession , but because he genuinely likes going out of his way to help people , i think . he worries that his profession doesn’t help people in the way the doctors do , because it’s not as obviously outwardly making a difference , and i think he struggles with that because his way of loving and helping isn’t ‘ enough ‘ sometimes . but i genuinely think it’s less about him being a priest and more because he has this innate love for humanity and he wants to help them .

— finally , i think potter is quality time and my strongest argument for thjs is the time he takes painting portraits of the 4077th members or his participation in the parties , despite the fact he doesn’t seem as though he’d be a party fella . i think both of those are just excuses because he can’t bring himself to admit he just likes spending time with his little found family

[irlpaulmatthews]

heh.. you write x readers . Heh.

give me emma pls

pleas

headcanons work

sfw and not

im a freak for the crabby bitch

[ DEFINITELY NOT MEL. DO NOT @ localcrabbybarista / melthe-greatesttt / thelord-ingr33n OR INFORM ME ON DISCORD IF YOU DO JT ]

i mean, if ur not mel then okay! you’re very welcome for this random anon i definitely do NOT know! /sar

Dating Emma Perkins Hcs

tw/cw: emma might be ooc?, weed mentioned, x reader obvi, nsfw :3

a/n: i’m not the best with NSFW hcs or just in general, seeing how im asexual💔 but i tried…

SFW

she never really thought she’d be in a relationship, nor did she think it would be this important to her

she’s 100% sarcastic 24/7

always making small remarks about something, her tone always have some form of sarcasm to it

she (steals) brings you free coffee from beanies but you don’t have the heart to tell her to stop because it taste like shit

you definitely met AT beanies, kinda like a paulkins situation but this time you actually had the balls yo make a move (cough PAUL cough)

DEFINITELY SMOKE WEED TOGETHER

you don’t do it fairly often but once in a while

relax together on the couch, a few snacks laid across the coffee table as you’re curled into each-other and watching some dumb movie while high off your rockers

average date night ⬆️

you don’t go on many REAL dates, she’s more of a stay at home date kinda person

most of your dates consist of what i had said before or naps tbh

she isn’t big on physical touch/affection but doesn’t push you away if you initiate it.

she also isn’t big on words, doesn’t really know how to express her TRUE love since she’s never really been this way

she’s okay with gifts, doesn’t do it often since she’s fairly tight on money, but when she does it’s always the thought that counts!

100% prefers quality time over any of the other love languages

doesn’t matter if you’re yapping her ear off or just sitting in silence in the same room, she loves being with you (yet doesn’t really express it)

prefers holding hands rather than hugs or even kissing sometimes

just likes a distraction for her hand as she multitasks

you come visit her at work sometimes! order their shitty coffee and just talk for a moment as she pretends to clean the counters

she invites you to the back of beanies to definitely just talk more privately, defo not to make out… that’s insane… (you definitely make out.)

NSFW (read at ur own risk!)

her sex drive isn’t that high tbh

you guys have sex every once in a while but not as often as you’d think

semi into public stuff? you tried to do it in a family bathroom but someone knocked and you got embarrassed… never again you swore

into some type of role play stuff (as seen in forever and always)

but that normally ends in either a fit of giggles at your guy’s horrid acting or just it doesn’t do her horniness justice, dropping the mood entirely

a masochist. no comment needed

she talks a lot of shit about sex but has barely any idea on what to do

more into vanilla sex than anything, she doesn’t really know much so you’re slowly working into other stuff

isn’t that big on like hardcore dirty talk but isn’t against it if either of you use it.

also doesn’t really know what to do for aftercare, but she tries

she cleans off the bed, helping you put on some new clothes (if preferred) before herself, and just relaxing with you until you both fall asleep

[emi-thestarlightsapphic]

Feeling Safe on the Stage

Mentions of staged intimacy in the form of hugs/embraces, stage kisses, and briefly on intimacy coordinating for more intense staged intimacy. Mentions of staged violence and staged fights

As someone who doesn’t like physical touch, that is pursuing a theatre career where there is quite a bit of physical touch, it can be pretty challenging to navigate sometimes. For myself, I find it difficult to come across as convincingly physical (hugs/embraces, stage kisses, hand holding, etc) when my first instinct in those moments is not really comfortable. Feeling comfortable and safe on stage is so key and important to me, and it’s important for me that others feel safe executing certain scenes on stage that may bring up some discomfort or questions of safety. Especially when it comes to blocking any forms of violence or intimacy.

Of course, if you have boundaries for yourself, you should never feel that you have to cross those boundaries! Many directors are willing to work with your boundaries and you may be approached by the stage manager or director before/after casting asking what your boundaries are for stage intimacy! I’ve been asked several times when offered a role/call-back if I’m comfortable with performing a stage kiss, or what my limitations and expectations would be on how to perform one. Be honest with yourself and don’t push yourself for a role!

For me, I’ve learned that I have a lot of walls that go up. And those walls become ever apparent when I invite physical touch. Physical touch has never been my thing, but based on my personal boundaries, I am willing to perform certain actions on the stage. There are many factors that go into helping me feel safe to perform those actions though, so I wanted to talk about some of the ways that you can help yourself know that you are safe on the stage.

1. Intimacy Coordinators

Intimacy Coordinators are the amazing people who help to block any form of intimacy on the stage. A coordinator I worked with even stepped in to block a simple arm gesture where the other actor would gently brush my arm with his hand. The intimacy coordinator typically will work with the involved actors in a private setting, and will ask all participants what they are okay with, and if there’s anything the coordinator should be aware of for each individual. Their job is to make the blocking as comfortable and effective on stage as possible. Believable for an audience, and safe for the actors. It makes the action feel like choreography, rather than actual intimacy. These are some of the BEST people to work with if you’re nervous about a scene, because they will work with you to ensure you are comfortable. Talk to your stage manager about intimacy coordinating and communication if you are unsure about how blocking will be handled for a scene that is causing you a bit of worry! Your stage manager is your advocate and will pass on the request to the director!

2. Connection/The Power of HOLD

I’ve had some intense scenes that I’ve had to perform on stage. One of those scenes involved a choreographed fight scene with rapiers. Which also involved some choreographed punches and elbows and all sorts of other embellishments. My scene partner and I, before we engaged in any form of choreographed combat, would take at least 5 minutes and connect. We actually did some trust exercises occasionally, which were quite fun. We would walk through the choreo slowly without our rapiers, and would do a fight call with our choreographer at a slow speeds. Eye contact and communication with my scene partner was crucial. I needed to be able to trust that we both were solid on our choreography, and ALSO that we were in sync enough to catch on if there was a slip up!

My partner and I actually did encounter one mistake that led to a minor injury, but because we were both in sync, we were able to HOLD and stop before anything major happened. I miscalculated a distance and ended up taking a hit to the face accidentally. I called for a HOLD and the scene immediately stopped. Which also, for you, is a good reminder that in any scene. Especially in moments of staged violence and combat, and even in intimacy, you ALWAYS, have the power of HOLD. If you ever feel unsafe in a scene, or you KNOW that a scene has lost control, you have the power of HOLD. Confidently and loudly shout HOLD and the Stage Manager or Director will take over. All action around you should come to a halt. This call can also occur during set transitions, dances, etc. Any situation that involves immediate danger is a call for a HOLD.

3. Your Stage Manager

This one might be biased, because I also am mainly a stage manager, but you’ll probably have noticed that I have mentioned their name already quite a few times. Yes! Your Stage Manager is your #1 Advocate. If you’re having an issue with another actor/production member? Talk to your stage manager. Someone is making you feel unsafe/uncomfortable? Let your stage manager know. As a stage manager myself, I am not afraid to confront someone that is hostile or uncomfortable. Conflict management and protecting cast/crew is my job and I will gladly do it. Your stage manager is there to help you, and is there to help you to do the job that you need to do! The stage manager should be able to listen to you and find the best possible strategy to handle the problem. They are the direct form of communication to your director, producer, designers, etc. But unless you give them permission, your business is your business. They are not going to bring up your conflicts to the director unless absolutely necessary. If you want confidentiality when talking to a stage manager, you only need to ask for it. Trust your stage managers though, they are your best resource.

4. Finding What Works for YOU!

When I do a stage embrace or a stage kiss, or any form of staged intimacy, my first instinct is always the walls going up. However, I’ve figured out some little tricks that really help me to better perform these actions on stage. For me, I have certain people that I’m more comfortable hugging than others. And my scene partner during one of our connection talks, learned that one of those people has an association of roses for me. So, I asked very politely if he was comfortable with me using an essential oil stick that smelled like roses to associate the sensation with someone that I was extremely comfortable with. It worked so well, I could clearly envision the person in my brain during our scenes and it helped me to not freeze up on stage and not have like. 10,000 walls go up.

That is just one example though and I have others for when that trick doesn’t work, but really, find what works for YOU! Research and learn about what is helpful to make you feel in a sense, connected with your scene partner for those difficult scenes! My theatre professor shared an experience where she focused on her scene partners eyes, because she said he had kind eyes, and those kind eyes made her think of safety and warmth. So she would conjure up that image for herself to be able to find that chemistry on stage.

For a different purpose, in my rapier scene, my partner and I to establish chemistry and sibling-like tension in our scene, each came up with a unique secret in our heads with the ultimate goal being to try and figure out the secret of the other person. So what we would do, is improv lines during our practices with this back and forth question and answering, and try to figure each other out! And then in our actual scene, we would bring that energy into play with our real lines. It genuinely made our connection much more fun and engaging!

5. Understanding Your Limits

Finally, coming to a close, please never feel the need to push your boundaries! You should never have to push past your limits, ever. You especially should never feel pressured to perform a scene that makes you uncomfortable. If you have values as an actor that you want to keep, talk to your director/stage manager, or even have a section on your resume dedicated to your values as a performer. If you aren’t comfortable with stage kisses or intimacy, you are allowed to feel that way, and you are allowed to make your voice heard on your discomfort. I also would recommend having a spot on your resume for a show where certain roles have those scenes. For example you could formulate it as:

I (am/am) not comfortable performing a (stage kiss/other form of staged intimacy) and (would like/would not like) to be considered for any roles that involve these actions. I am willing to speak with a director or stage manager further on my boundary.

Don’t be afraid to speak with the director/stage manager further if approached! If they really want you for a certain role, they might be willing to work with you on finding a solution. Hear them out, but don’t feel pressured if you still aren’t sure! You can always walk away at the end of it all.

This was an extremely long post, and I’m sure it’s not absolutely perfect, but I appreciate it nonetheless if you’ve gotten this far! If anyone ever has any questions or wants to converse about the theatre industry, please don’t hesitate to contact my inbox or DM’s! Thank you so much for reading and hopefully in some ways this information was helpful?

[anxietyfluffy]

Wanted you ask for your headcannons for Frank, 💝💔👗🔪🥇🎭❤️‍🔥💄😭 ( I love that man so much! 😭💙)

BLUE HEART ANONNN i missed you dude!! and ofc!! we frank fans gotta stick together FYWGWEUF this will contain spoilers and the angst hc is a lil dark but that's how I do angst babey 💝: to me, Frank has always read as a physical touch and acts of service kinda guy. like, for example, he struggles a fair bit to tell Karen verbally just how much he loves her, but to show it he tends to touch and hold her a lot as well as help her out with things. the acts of service hc is even hinted at in canon cus Karen stated that he helps out fixing small electronic devices around the house. 💔: this is both a mix of my hc and au - and really what would probably happen in canon if this were to happen - but i don't think Frank can really live without Karen. like, in an au where Karen dies but Frank doesn't, i think Frank would probably off himself because the person he loves the most is dead. 👗: Frank has numerous Hawaiian shirts in his closet as well as the same coloured jeans. he doesn't care - or want to - wear anything else. ofc he will, and he has clothes other than Hawaiian shirts and jeans, but he loves his iconic Hawaiian shirt because its comfortable to him. 🔪: I think everyone agrees that Frank has anger issues, so i wont repeat the truth UYFEGWWFE but, with Frank's training in the military as well as the fact his job is pretty physical at times, he's trained in some forms of martial arts. though i can't see stuff like Karate, i see more Boxing, Jiu Jitsu, Judo etc etc. how to fight and take someone down if needed. I can also see him being really good at Jiu Jitsu and Judo UEWFYUFEW 🥇: I can see small and big things he's good at. like something small is I can picture him being amazing on the grill, but a bigger one is that I can see Frank being amazing at giving advice (though he sucks when it comes to taking it). as much as he's harsh, i feel like he's good at pushing people to do things that makes them happy, and I think he tries to get people to do things they love because for a while he struggled to understand just how important love really is. 🎭: Ooooh.. I don't think Frank would lie a lot honestly, but. He'd absolutely lie if it meant he was (or, at least he thinks he's) protecting his family. Though, you can always kinda tell when Frank is lying, because usually he's pretty blunt and honest. Sometimes too much. ❤️‍🔥: KarenFrank time teehee. Frank adores Karen, absolutely, and I can see Frank giving Karen this certain look anytime he sees her. I dunno how to describe the look other than just full of pure love. She could look absolutely messy, puffed out after trying to get the girls to stop playing in some mud or something, and Frank would still put his hand on her cheek and look at her as if she was the sun and he was the moon, basking in her light. 💄: I've given my physical hc for Frank a fair bit - the fact I see him as tanned, as well as having darker hair and more greying streaks - but recently I've used his skintone on his dead body (dark, I know) because the colour is around the same, but it looks more natural compared to the vibrant colours I tend to go for. Here is a screenshot of the way I colour-picked the skintone off of the bodies - I go for the midtone of said body instead of either the direct lighting or the deepest shadows.

😭: Well. There is an obvious answer to this one. But, instead of going that route I'm gonna explore how he felt more. I imagine Laura's death was the heavy ass stick on the camel's back. Because it was mentioned Frank was a solider before he was a cop, I'd imagine he'd have some sort of trauma related to that - especially with the fact he was in his 20s for a bit of the 80s, where a lot of wars happened. That likely PTSD mixed in with the death of his daughter probably made what was seemingly a small liking to whisky into an addiction, which lead to his life crumbling more when Karen divorced him. Might I add, they didn't even divorce because they weren't in love, it was heavily implied Karen was still in love with Frank, and then Frank was clearly still in love with her too, esp cus all the other women he got interested in in-game were just younger, more evil versions of Karen UEFGUFWE. From what I saw of the photo of Frank, Karen and Daisy - esp because she looks around 10-13 in that image while dying at 14-15, I presumed they were together - or trying to be together - for a bit, and then divorced. And even if Karen had full custody of Daisy, that image as well as Once Upon a Crime make me believe that Frank did have contact with Daisy, it's just Daisy didn't want to speak to her dad. Which, presumably, lead to more depression, and more substance abuse. This cycle only ends when he's dead - when he's with Karen and the girls again, and can live as a family all together again. It's clear that if Frank's family didn't crumble and fall apart - because of the actions of a dumb ass driver - we would have a very different Frank in-game. those are my hcs!! sorry its long i love talking abt the knight family sm and if given the chance i will ramble abt them.

[stingslikeabee]

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's. // whichever verse u want 👁️

actions speak louder than words prompts . accepting

It was curious that for a being representing something as incorporeal as light, Melissa found herself craving more tangible mementos in the form of physical touch from the Sun-God. Maybe it was a sign of weakness - to need something that the priestess could hold onto instead of relying on the faith that nurtured her soul and served as the foundation for the life she had known so far.

But for every single moment where Rhayeon held out a hand to her, his faithful follower took it without hesitation. Every gentle brush of shoulders in a narrower hallway, the embrace that he sometimes offered her when they shared a bed, the soft trail of fingers pushing hair behind an ear - these were all treasured memories now; dutifully engraved into Melissa's heart and mind as proof that the Sun-God lived.

And perhaps, more important than that - that Rhayeon, in his infinite kindness and generosity, had seen fit to share his radiance with the high priestess.

The way Melissa's pulse quickened and how her breathing turned shallow during these moments was an indication that something was not quite right with the woman - but then again, to be face to face with divinity had not crossed her mind until a few weeks before, when all she had was impenetrable darkness surrounding a lost and forgotten body.

And it all happened again - when Melissa found herself engaged in conversation with the Sun-God only for him to suddenly pick up her hand, placing an open palm against hers as if comparing them. The gesture was so simple, so likely to be deemed common by anyone else - but not when it came from him and to someone like her. As if Rhayeon was breathing life into her form all over again, giving her a shred of his own essence by allowing mankind to take that shape. The creator and the creature - Melissa only able to be alive thanks to his blessing and his many gifts.

And yet - it was Rhayeon that looked at the brunette as if she was some sort of miracle when it was clearly the other way around.

"I do not presume to know what My Lord thinks or feels, but sometimes it does appear as if something troubles Your Radiance," her voice was low, almost like a murmur - they were close enough for Rhayeon to hear Melissa, but perhaps the woman had chosen to be quiet only because her claims were so bold. How did she dare to question him?

What sort of high priestess was she if such queries needed to be asked?

"Forgive me for being out of line, My Lord, but why look at me as if surprised I exist? I should be the one constantly thanking you and returning your blessings tenfold for rescuing me from the pits of despair that Ravina locked me in," the brunette sighed adoringly, moving to support herself on both knees while Rhayeon remained lying on his side, as he had been. His gaze followed Melissa, of course - the golden sunshine of his left eye never straying too far of the figure of his follower, even as she used both of her hands to once more press his palm against her chest, over a heart that fluttered wildly in the face of the intimacy of that act.

"I exist only because you willed it, My Lord. And I will never be able to convey how grateful I am for this miracle."

Suddenly bashful, the woman lowered her head - and the honey-like irises were hidden behind semi-closed lids, voluntarily depriving herself of the sight of Rhayeon as if he was indeed the sun himself, too bright and too powerful to look at. Lost in her own faith and contemplation, Melissa never knew just how painfully accurate her words had been to someone who was no ancient deity to a lost civilization - but a mortal like any other.

[notalostcausejustyet]

Text wall after this pic of the absolutely ridiculous pre storm sunrise from work yesterday.

CW for mentions of DV/SA/general trauma

On being a survivor of violence and touch starvation:

Humans are primates, and primates are social creatures. Primates live in groups and spend a huge portion of time grooming socially. Touching, to reinforce the group bonds. Humans are primates and we need physical contact the same way primates do. Our brains don’t uptake serotonin correctly or make dopamine in the correct amounts without consistent physical contact from other humans. It’s a simple biological fact. A necessity born of evolution.

So. Where does that leave a person with a history of domestic violence and sexual assault? For me personally this is a huge conflict. I am constantly touch starved. I also generally hate touching 99.9999 percent of people. I’m jumpy and my limbic system exist in a state of high idling. I was out with friends last night and flinched so visibly when one of them touched me on the arm unexpectedly that she apologized profusely several times. And I hate it. I hate that every time I go to touch someone I have to talk my body back from a ledge. It’s always a conscious choice. But I WANT to be touched. I want to be held and comforted, to feel safe and like I’m a part of the human race. It’s such a mindfuck. This is something I need to have to be healthy, but that my body and brain were trained to understand as dangerous from an early age. And it doesn’t help that so many people conflate intimate touch with sex. And by intimate I mean cuddling, actually sleeping with someone, running your fingers through someone’s hair, holding hands, the sort of half hour long hugs you need when you have to breakdown sometimes. All of those things are things that we are biologically hard wired to need as a species. It isn’t about sex, it’s about being human and a part of the humanity around you. It’s about closeness and connection and safety. But it’s so damned hard when all your experiences teach you that you can’t have any of that because either there will be expectations attached or any hand offered comes in the form of a closed fist. And I don’t have a solution to this, I don’t know what the answer is. I’m just frustrated and tired and apparently in need of a proper platonic cuddle. I only know that I had dream about being held while I cried it out a couple of weeks ago and woke up feeling better rested than I have in years. That dream has such a chokehold on me that I wake up with my own hand gripping my hair down to the scalp most mornings. This all just screaming into the void. And to raise some public awareness about how important touch is, but how complicated it is our society and how fraught it is for those of us with trauma related to physical touch. We need to be human too.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Unlikely Places - Chapter 13 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter: 13 - Two Questions

'Have lunch with me.'

I replayed the sentence over in my head.

Had that been a question or an order?

I looked down at the hand still holding my wrist.

I expected to feel the usual rejection my body automatically responded with when someone touched me.

Only it didn't happen.

Nothing specific did for that matter.

The lack of anything happening to me, was a big deal.

There were few people that I could interact with on any kind of physical level and those few were my family and my friends.

Percy's touch was becoming less and less of an issue for me now but even with him I sometimes stiffened before I could stop myself.

Why wasn't I stiffening at Pierce's touch?

I looked up at him and caught him watching me with a curious glint in his eye.

The glean triggered what I had been waiting for.

I stiffened but even I knew the rigid set of my shoulders this time was due to reasons other than my aversion to physical contact.

"Um..." I murmur.

Pierce removed his hand and took a step back.

I was appreciative.

I may not be reacting physically as I usually did but my mind was still affected by his close proximity.

I could think better without him being so close.

"Would you like to have lunch with me?" he repeated.

I noticed it was definitely a question this time which initially triggered relief as I was about to firmly decline but as I did so, as my lips moved to form the words, I hesitated.

Despite all the reasons to say no and I had some very valid ones, I felt that sliver of curiosity I had been feeling about him raise it's frustrating head.

Pierce seemed to take my silence for acceptance as he said...

"Good. Come on," and started walking towards the door.

I didn't move.

I wanted to.

I really did and that was a difficult thing for me to admit but I also replayed our initial encounters and his follow up performance with his sudden appearance and continued ugly innuendos.

Those things just didn't disappear because I felt drawn to him and I was.

Completely.

Nothing like this had ever happened to me.

I was never curious about someone I met.

I never became emotionally mixed up when dealing with someone and I had never been attracted to anyone and I was all of these things.

With him.

I swallowed as I finally came to terms with my feelings.

I didn't know why I felt the way I did.

I completely didn't understand him nor my reaction to him.

I just knew he made me feel things.

The curiosity to understand it was starting to overrule my usual grounded self.

Common sense and Pierce Luciano didn't seem to belong in the same sentence.

Pierce looked back at me when I still didn't make a move forward.

I stared back at him fighting an internal battle where I wasn't sure there would even be a winner.

Go with him or not?

Somehow, I felt I stood a chance loosing either way.

"You haven't answered me. Are you coming?" he quizzed his eyes curious as they watched me.

It was the lack of snide laughter hidden in his eyes that made me brave enough to address the life-sized elephant in the room.

I was nervous and I hated initiating conversations like the one I was about to have, but according to Archer and the guys it needed to be done and I had to agree.

"T-that makes us even cause you n-never answered my mine?" I finally said, looking at him with a shy but determined gaze.

"So, is that a no?" Pierce asked and I watched his nostrils flare as he breathed in deeply.

I held my ground.

I searched for the right answer.

It wasn't a no.

At least, I didn't want it to be a no but...

"Y-you have to answer t-two questions honestly."

He didn't say anything for a second and I thought he was declining but he suddenly flicked his hand in an ask-away gesture.

I felt relief at his agreement.

Relief along with a tiny flicker of pleasure deep inside at the thought that he was agreeing to answer me because not doing so meant my not going with him.

Was spending time with me that important to him?

I felt silly for feeling so happy about this possibility.

It was also confusing and irritating and maybe a bit scary as I didn't know what it meant or even what to do with it if it did.

Trying to dismiss the unfamiliar thoughts and feelings from my mind I focused on asking my questions.

It wasn't easy staring at him and asking but this kind of thing never was for me.

Some level of uncomfortable was pretty much the story of my life.

"W-hhy did you say what you did Friday night? And w-why did you show up at m-my house Saturday morning?" I asked.

"Why is it so important to know?" he countered with a sigh.

I continued to stare at him.

His expression hadn't changed.

His eyes had though.

For the briefest moment they had darted away from mine as if he was uncomfortable with my question, before they had quickly returned and were now staring me down.

So intense and straightforward was his gaze now that I had to wonder if maybe I had imagined his show of unease.

I knew I most likely had.

Pierce had from the moment I met him, projected a persona of unending confidence.

My two simple questions couldn't have possibly made him flinch.

Giving up on any hope of that, and focusing on getting an honest answer I went on to say.

"Admit it, y-you intentionally acted weird. Y-you got off on freaking me out. Y-your behavior raised red flags," I rushed out, irritation rising in me that he wouldn't just answer.

"Flags?"

"Yes. Flags," I affirmed.

"As in with an 's' as in more than one," I continued to clarify, emphasizing strongly that I had some serious trust issues with him.

"So, are you scared of me?" he asked back.

I thought that was an unfair question but decided to answer anyway.

I gave a short sharp nod of my head.

"A bit."

[subjudeanders]

Sometimes, rather stupidly, Jude wondered if the Smythe twins did certain things on purpose just to induce some kind of madness in a person. Things like sprinkling a teasing dusting of an accent that could make someone, like Jude himself right at this moment, legs weaken a little. It was proving hard to maintain any sense of chill and decorum the more Ollie spoke but the shorter one was definitely clinging to it by his fingertips. "C'est horrible!" He purposefully overly dramatically declared with a hand coming to his chest as though he had been painfully betrayed. "I can't believe that a fake me is just there inside of your head living out all my dirty dreams that he absolutely doesn't deserve as much as I do."

However, his theatrics didn't last long as the challenging words were coming from his friend, making Jude bite the inside of his cheek for just a moment nodding as he tried to hide the way he had to swallow before answering. "I'm very much aware and I don't make promises I can't keep. I try to be a man of my word if nothing else. Trust; even in its' most simplest, seemingly unimportant and hypothetical, form is important and fragile. Once it's been broken, it's very hard to get that back. And I wouldn't want you to think I'm a liar, now would I?" The expression in the taller one's eyes before they were dragging over the sub's form, saying each honey-soaked words, sent an army of goosebumps across his skin in droves. "So, so, much better," he responded lamely, the close enough to praise compliments causing his brain to temporarily buffer.

Again, needing to recover again, the performer cleared his throat and licked his dry lips, hoping that he wasn't staring too long or too hard at Ollie as he returned the laugh. "Don't you bring the Dodgeball of Apollo curse on me for this of all things, Smythe! Do you see this hair?! Do you know how many products and how much of them I have to use to maintain it?! Getting glitter on me would be a plague I could never get rid of. I would very much prefer squeezing all of this, into something much too small, that you could make out every line and crevice. I'd also take something that's simply just a string that can't even hide my shame or that. We can workshop all of that later and focus on how I'm not only captivated but thoroughly enthralled by your very talented paintbrush and your specially made paint that could turn me into a work of art that would rival the Sistine Chapel. To the point, I will in fact be risking treading on cringe territory by saying something as awfully cliched as 'Paint me like one of your French boys, Sir.'" Jude grinned and thanked his lucky stars that he was a seasoned actor because it made it easier to match energy with Ollie and be unapologetically brazen; despite the feral swarm of feral butterflies that were threatening to consume him.

The reassuring squeeze, with palms pressed together, was a blessing and a curse. It helped to put Jude at ease a little from the flirty, bordering-on banter, conversation but it also sent his pulse racing. This only worsened as the taller man stepped into his personal space, making Jude have to crane his neck upwards just a bit more to keep looking into the awe-inspiring artist. Taking a step back didn't cross his mind. Not even once. Not when he was caught like a moth to a flame in Ollie's eyes and the physical connection between them from their hands that were still threaded together. "Am I–" Jude's voice died out as his breathing was caught by the feather-light caress across the weak spot of his neck. Entranced, his eyes closed as he leaned into the touch, craving a bit more. The relaxed hold he had on the other's hand tightened slightly before he managed to reopen his eyes. Unable to remember the question, he was taking a step forward as Ollie retreated, like he was following his lead in a Tango of sorts.

The conversation about his brother and Sebastian did however clear his mind just enough that Jude was able to take a big inhale. He took a couple of beats before trusting his voice to speak again. "Right. No. I know that. Ell has a whole life that he's been living with things to do and I didn't expect him to drop everything because of my surprise appearance. We'll get to have some brother bonding time later. And as far as substitutes go for welcoming and tour guide, Bastian is a pretty fantastic one. It was really nice of him to take some time out for me. I have no doubt that everyone here is completely wonderful and luckily I'm a big social butterfly I never really have much of a hard time. It's just... like you said... going from the real world, like NYC, to here. It takes some adjusting to find my footing and learn my place in the ecosystem where a lot of people have had a lot of time to know each other on many levels. But! I'm too stubborn and prideful to back down from anything, even if it scares me a little. Just gotta turn that fear into something more productive and it becomes something more akin to thrilling." His expression softened and turned affectionate when Ollie gave him not only encouragement but comfort with his words and the squeeze. "Thank you for that. I really needed those exact words and they mean more than you know to me."

"Oh you should be jealous. He's having a great time in there." The artist quipped in that light, French accent of his. "Oh?" There came that interested quirk of his brow at Jude bragging about being more flexible than some made up, imagined version of himself. "You're aware that a claim like that might have to be proven sometime. If only so I know you're a man of your word, Anderson." He added with a tilt of his head. "Even if I don't doubt that you would look a thousand times better in those positions.." There was a glint in Ollie's eyes like he was running though a few of them right now. His eyes dipping slightly to run down the others body before back up to the others gaze.

There's a gentle laugh at the mention of glitter underwear- 'You're aware even by mentioning that, you're willing it into existent. I was thinking of something like, a size or two too small and just utterly sinful. But I do love the idea of painting some on you. Nice to know you're so captivated with the idea of my paintbrush Anderson." Ollie always had that way about him, a certain carefree ease when it came to flirting and dirty talk. He could wield it like a weapon or like feather, a calming presence or a heated moment, all depending on the moment.

He could have pulled away from the other when those hands found his for the second time but Ollie slid his fingers back into Jude's and easily gave that hand another squeeze. He even took a step closer to tower over the other a little more, stealing that moment between them as much as he can as his bright eyes danced into the others. "Well now that is quite the compliment- Are you going to beg on your knees for me, little Anderson?" Ollie practically purred as he let his other hand raise to brush his knuckles against the others neck. Even when the other loosened that hold on their fingers, Ollie made no attempt to pull away or separate them. Instead he just let that question hang in the air between the two of them for a second or two before he took a step back to give the other a little air- to release that tension just a touch. Besides it gave him a chance to answer the other.

"Your brother will make time for you- but I'm glad Bas did the welcoming thing. He's good at it. And you'll find pretty much everyone around is super nice but I get it, going from the real world to this is...a change." Because god knows even he missed Paris or New York from time to time. "But yeah, if you need anything you have your brother, me or Bas. Just gotta ask Jude." Ollie added with another little squeeze of the others hand.

[itsliterallysophie]

I’d like to present to you a list of experiences (that society claims can only ever be romantic) which I’ve had with my friends, because platonic relationships are just as important as romantic relationships if not more so.

dancing in the kitchen at night in the light from the fridge (we listened to Rewrite the Stars and slow-danced in our pyjamas)

surprise visits (my friend drove over to my house after their shift at work to give me a hug after my exam didn’t go well)

looking after each other when sick (I used to keep extra painkillers in my bag for when my friend got headaches, my other friend always used to bring a spare hoodie because I feel the cold a lot, whenever we had colds we could bring each other our favourite snacks to share between classes)

baking together (I have a friend who is an absolute wizard at baking cookies. We made cookies at 1am and shared secrets while sitting against the oven door to keep warm)

forehead kisses (physical touch is one of my love languages to be fair but when I say goodbye to my friends who like hugs I always give them a forehead kiss too)

making each other playlists (i have a friend at uni so we don’t talk as much anymore but we always text each other a song each week that we think the other will enjoy)

watching the stars (when I first passed my driving test I drove into the middle of nowhere with my friend and we watched a meteor shower and saw the sunrise. we didn’t talk because sometimes silence is important too and there is comfort in just having someone there)

matching costumes (when we graduated high school my friends matched our costumes and went in animal onesies - we forgot a spare change of clothes and had to walk through town dressed as giraffes but it was funny)

going on a date (my friend and I didn’t have Valentine’s dates so we bought each other flowers and went to see a movie together)

holding hands (I have cold hands. my friend has warm hands. it’s simple science really)

picnic (we brought my dog too and my friend made fruit flapjacks and we watched the sunset)

surprise gifts (my friend brought me my favourite chocolate after my final exam)

New Year’s kiss (forehead kiss but it counts)

writing each other letters (we write each other letters on our birthdays including jokes, favourite memories, the future, the past, and everything in between)

I have many more examples but these are just a few. We’ve been taught to put so much emphasis on finding a romantic s/o that we sometimes forget we can experience love in so many other forms. And if you’ve never had any of these moments, don’t worry. You have plenty of time and someone out there is waiting for you to come into their life, be that romantically, platonically or some other way.

[ghostdrafts]

Can I ask some headcanons about being in a relationship with Gar Logan? He's my comfort character and there's so few content about him T^T

Oh, I feel your struggle, anon! Gar is also one of my comfort characters and there’s not enough appreciation for him, so I hope you enjoy!

Requests open

Summary: Garfield Logan dating gn!reader

Okay, let’s start with one simple fact. When I say that dating Gar is like dating your best friend, it’s because he is your best friend. He wouldn’t be the kind of guy to make a sudden move out of the blue. He takes the time to get to know you and build a bond of mutual trust

He would spend months pining over you, but he’d never directly make his feelings known, but when you’re with him, he has a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world. He remembers the little things. What makes you laugh so hard soda nearly shoots out of your nose, the toppings you like on your pizza, your favorite movies and the victory dance you do when you beat him at some random video game.

If he lets you win on purpose, that’s nobody’s business.

The thing is that he just likes spending time with you. He likes seeing you smile and knowing that it’s because of him, but when it comes to who makes the first move, you’d probably have to spell it out for him before he finally gets the idea that you like him back.

You only officially date for about two weeks before he blurts out the L-word.

There’s no big confession or grand declaration. It just slips out on the spot, over the tiniest thing.

He immediately spirals into a panic of apologies and assurance that there’s no pressure for you to say it back, with self-scolding scattered into the mix, because I don’t know why I said that. Why would I say that?

If you do say it back, he’ll melt on the spot. He’ll pause for a moment, like he’s not even sure he heard you correctly- he can barely hear anything over the sound of his own heart racing like it’s trying to get away- but once it sinks in, prepare to be tackled with affectionate kisses and mumbled declarations of endearment, over and over again.

He spends the twenty minutes kissing every part of you he can get to, telling you how much he loves you and all the reasons why, how special you are to him and that you’re just amazing, overall.

His love language varies between physical touch, quality time, and acts of service. He falls somewhere between the three and will actively express each one of them in different ways.

He’s always touching you in some way. Whether you’re holding hands or your ankles are hooked together, sometimes he just touches you in a playful way- he’ll play with your hair, squish your cheeks, tickle you.

Nap dates are definitely a thing. Dick never mentions it when he stumbles upon you and Gar in his tiger form, passed out together, giant green cat cuddled around you protectively, but purring away. Kory doesn’t have the same good grace not to bring it up.

As far as other dates go, it varies from nights in with take out and nature documentaries to trips to the arcade and ice cream.

He would be so proud to show you off and let everyone know that you’re his! All bouncy and giddy with the brightest smile, introducing you as his partner. Even strangers. He would be that guy, saying ‘hold on, let me ask my s/o what they want’ when ordering food

He would also be extremely protective. If you ever get hurt, he has a hard time keeping his composure. It would take more than one person to talk him down, but he wouldn’t leave your side for anything. He’s staying right there.

Matching pajamas. Midnight snacks. Blanket forts and cheesy B-list movies. 80 different cuddle positions in the span of one night that usually result in all the blankets getting kicked off, but it’s okay, because he practically radiates heat.

All in all, Gar is just the best boyfriend anyone can ever ask for

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

♡  bakugou headcanons that feel like a warm hug ♡

➳wc ;; 1.2k (oh my god. what is wrong w me.) 

➳ a/n ;; or my bakugou brain-rot that never goes away. thanks for being my comfort character, you fucking gremlin. forgive the silly title. 

♡ always makes little adjustments to the environment for you. he’s observant to a fault so if there’s something even a little off and it happens to bother you, he’s trying to work around it. 

♡ good at playing guitar but not good at reading music. he can throw something together if you give him a chance but he’s not good at trying to recreate someone elses memory. he’s not like.. musically gifted either but he likes how guitar sounds 

♡ thinks about getting a lot of piercings in his ear because he thinks they’d look cool but is kind of too nervous? the idea of a needle going through his skin is a ick. when you start dating, he drags you to his appointments lol - won’t admit it but he thinks he looks so hot when he gets them. takes a bunch of selfies <3 

♡ needs to be moving constantly. can’t sit completely still to save his life. when he listens to music, he moves his head. sometimes he just runs his thumb over his fingers. 

♡ really, really bad at talking. not in the sense he can’t communicate (that too) but he just likes listening in conversation. rarely adds his own thing. but when he does - always accidentally says something super meaningful 

♡ enjoys subtle physical touch because it is literally intimate he melts inside. a hand on his forearm or shoulder. your legs over his lap. small things that show how comfortable you are. 

♡ likes being held cause he’s a big ass baby lmfao 

♡ wont admit it but enjoy when you choose pretty or colorful bandages for his cuts he won’t himself but it’s like keeping you in his pocket wherever he goes.  

♡ really needs you to find him attractive dslksjk it’s not that he ever thinks he’s particularly ugly. but he didn’t really assign importance to his appearance at any point in his life, yet now he puts in a scary amount of effort. readjusts his hair so much more, makes sure his clothes fit good. fixes his fuckin’ face lol 

♡ likes chewing gum a lot and always has a pack on him. really proud of how big he can blow bubbles and will be a little sad if you’re unimpressed. 

♡ is overly sentimental about things you’ve made him - especially if it’s something super dumb. you drew him a silly little sketch of him in a frog hat? it’s in his wallet behind his id. freaks out when he thinks he’s lost his wallet 

♡ LOVES phone calls. yes he still hates talking. but the way his face looks when he listens to your voice. eyes half-lidded, shamelessly smiling - it’s so tender and so lovesick. 

♡ terrible first grader hand-writing. he tries to write them for you in the beginning of your relationship (to be romantic or some shit) but they’re so incomprehensible pls. if he focuses on it - it can be legible but most of the time ... yea no. 

♡ doesn’t favor tea or coffee but prefers tea if he has to drink one. 

♡ crazy good at eyeballing measurement. even in baking. once made a perfectly good bread without weighing anything and doesn’t get why that’s so wild. 

♡ has the phone on his text set to be bigger even though his eyes are fine. 

♡ lets you do the layout thing on his iphone and decorate as you please. says he doesn’t care but when he sees you made it hero themed/fit with his aesthetic - he got so red it was so cute. 

♡ hates shopping in store. will still always go with you because the one time you went alone a store clerk hit on you.  

♡ so practical. he started couponing when he was in his early twenties like an old man. checks the news and weather the night before, every night. never misses doctors appointments. 

♡ shit at any form of visual art. drawing, painting etc - cannot do it to save his life. but he tries. his hands shake when he tries to draw hearts for you 

♡ blows the eyelashes off your cheek super gently whenever he notices. he’ll like.. take your face in his hands and blow so softly like he’s gonna hurt you. 

♡ used to agree to make pinky promises with you as a joke. now though? automatically holds his pink out for you to take it. straight up pouts if you don’t. 

♡ you two have a song and when it comes on, he’ll sing it back to you. any other time? any other song? he wont. but he always sings your song even without realizing, just mouths it. 

♡ enjoys when you put your hands under his shirt and just leave them there and hug him like that. skin to skin contact is elite but only from you. 

♡ hamsters adore this man. they just do. 

♡ draws frowny faces on your eggs with hot-sauce 

♡ soul leaves his body when you play with his hair and scratch his scalp. the tension in his neck literally disappears and he just sighs that shit relaxes him like crazy 

♡ the first time he says i love you, you’re tying his tie for his first hero event. you’re telling him to that the color looks good on him and you’re smiling. it honestly it just slips. he went on to win an award that night. 

♡ his favorite memory of the two of you was when you were trying to leave the grocery store one afternoon. it was raining heavy as shit. you pulled him in under your clear umbrella and just stood there. he doesn’t know why but that means a lot to him. 

♡ cares a lot about his dads approval on his work specifically. him and his dad have a really specifc bond and he actually admires him quite a bit. 

♡ nothing makes him cry like “im proud of you”. especially when it’s for something small. it’s just something he didn’t hear enough in a sincere way. 

♡ likes fruit flavored sweets over chocolate (generally needs something to do w his mouth cause it helps him think. bad oral fixation) so he keeps little candies on him 

♡ shit at video games. terrible at them with the exception of mario kart? for some reason. 

♡ always loses his keys 

♡ stutters every!single!time! he tries to compliment you. it’s been YEARS. 

♡ takes a melatonin gummy before bed and always drinks a glass of water 

♡ buys you flowers and keeps them too. like does the upkeep on it and replaces them if the wilt. suggests pressing them to keep them for longer. 

♡ lowkey cries really easily. he just gets overwhelmed w his feelings some times and it makes him cry even if he doesn’t want too. you and the bakusquad are sworn to secrecy over it though 

♡ wears his ring around his neck on a chain bc it’s easier to show off. 

♡ naturally good at doing hair! 

♡ likes sneakers but wears dr. scholl's because he walks a lot and is on his feet for most of the day w his job. just being careful. 

♡ loves u a lot <3