#he’s like a grumpy service dog

[korbydaze]

Reala in the real world (AU)

[charliemwrites]

Sniff, sniff…. Woof.

Content: Voyeurism

“Johnny? Johnny, baby, come here!”

Your big wolf boy comes bounding in from the living room as you shut the front door, immediately rearing up to sniff at your neck and face and hands. Satisfied, he licks your cheek and drops down again.

“Alright, listen up, handsome.” You grab his cheeks, scritching along his jaw and grinning as his big blue eyes go dopey. “My sister and her husband are going to stay the night. You are going to be a polite boy because you love me and don’t want to give my sister anything to talk shit about. Yes?”

A sneeze that he (for once) aims away from you. You laugh, drop a kiss between his eyes.

“Good talk.”

As usual, he follows you through the house as you shed clothes and shoes and bags. You ramble about the grocery store and your day, mostly just to get it out so your headspace can be clear for the evening. Helps to have a little (relatively) listener following at your heels.

He camps out in the bathroom while you shower, licking the glass door until you scold him - per usual. And again when he tries to lick the clean water off your leg. Only starts getting restless and grumpy when he sees you change into “outside” clothes rather than pjs.

You groan as he tries to herd you away from your own closet. Must be mixed with a shepherding dog because he’s a damn pushy jerk.

“Enough, bud,” you sigh. “Look, I don’t wanna go much either. But it’ll be worse if I don’t.”

He mouths off at you, a new thing he’s started up that reminds you of a husky. Maybe you should get one of those doggy DNA tests.

“I know I know,” you coo, shimmying into a pair of pants that your sister won’t be able to tease makes your ass look flat. “I’d rather snuggle up and watch 90s vampire movies too. But I already said I’d go and this means I’ll be able to skip seeing her on her birthday.”

More grumbles, but at least he climbs up on the bed to pout. You finish dressing and head for the vanity - no way you can go out with your sister without makeup.

As you pass, you roll him over to scratch his belly - politely ignoring his reaction. God, you really need to get him in for a neutering. If you catch him humping one more pillow—

When it’s time to go, you drop down to give him one last hug.

“Be good, baby. I’ll be home soon with some new friends. I love you.”

—

After dinner, your sister’s husband suggests a bar. And, of course, it’s a sports bar. Man can’t go more than an hour or two without.

You and your sister chat while his eyes stayed glued to the screens. Well, she chats. You mostly just provide the audience she constantly craves, the validation she always needs.

At some point your excuse yourself to order another drink, weaving between the patrons and sighing at a chance to let your face rest for a moment. While you’re waiting, someone brushes up close behind you, startles you.

“Och, sorry, hen. Madhouse in here.”

You blink, tilt your head back to see a gorgeous pair of blue eyes shining down at you. Takes your breath away.

“Oh! Um, no problem, I get it.”

You try to scoot as much as you can - but it really is packed, especially at the bar - and the man takes the opportunity to occupy any free space you have.

Not that you’re complaining. He’s got the type of face they put on magazines with hooks like “sexiest man alive.” A killer grin as he winks down at you, arm bracing on the bar.

“Buy ya a drink for bein’ so rude?”

You’ve barely gotten the start of, “oh it’s alright,” out before he’s signaling the bartender. His stature and presence gets him instant service though, so you let it go, fidgeting restlessly.

Even his voice sounds like a sin worth committing. He’s too attractive. Too handsome to not know it; and definitely too handsome to be chatting you up and ordering you a drink.

“You here with anyone?” he asks with an edge that makes your spine prickle. Yet you almost feel like you imagine it. His tone is normal, his expression hasn’t changed and yet. Something subsonic in the timbre of his voice, maybe.

“My sister and her husband,” you reply.

“No husband of your own?”

You try to laugh, it comes out strained and awkward. “Ah, the only man in my life has four legs.”

Instead of looking annoyed by the brush off, his eyes spark.

“Dog?”

“Yup!” And okay, alarms in your head aside, you’re always happy to talk about Johnny. He’s a safe topic. You fish your phone out of your back pocket and show him your lock screen.

The man takes a quick look at the screen, an odd, private smile flicking across his face. There and then gone, before those intense eyes are locked on you again.

“He friendly?”

You laugh a bit, perk up as the bartender returns with your drink. “Not with men. Thanks for buying!”

as you turn to go, he grabs your hip. Not hard, or even too low. But you gasp quietly, the heat of his palm searing through your clothes.

“Name’s soap, by the way.”

Infinitely more nervous now, you stutter out your own and then retreat to your sister and her husband.

Spend the rest of the night pretending not to watch Soap. He doesn’t return the courtesy, eyes trained on you, lurking around the bar. So visible it seems to only you. Something about the way the light catches his eyes reminds you of when Johnny senses a threat. When he gets low and growly, hair standing on end, eyes focused.

Soap looks like he’s hunting you.

Thankfully, your sister complains about the noise after an hour or so and the three of you leave. You’re relieved to be going home.

As you step inside, you call for Johnny again.

“Wait, who the hell is Johnny?” your sister’s husband asks, an odd look on his face. “You’re living with someone?”

You snort a bit. Does he seriously not remember you talking about your dog?

“Yeah,” you joke, “he’s the love of my life, my one and only—”

You hear the clack of the doggy door and call out again. Johnny trots in panting.

“Did you just come in from a run?” you chuckle, putting a hand out in greeting.

He comes right up to you, presses his nose to the spot where “Soap” grabbed you and snuffles.

“I know, I smell wrong,” you soothe.

He grumbles and licks at your shirt, but you gently nudge him away, turning as your sister scoffs.

“You still do that thing where you talk to them like people?” She asks. “Don’t you think that’s… childish?”

“Johnny’s basically a person in a human body,” you reply, laughing. “You’ll see.”

“Dogs shouldn’t have human names,” her husband pipes up, reaching for Johnny.

“No, wait—”

Johnny snaps just shy of his fingers and puts himself bodily between you two.

“Easy!” you yelp, hooking your hand in his collar. “Sorry, I meant to warn you - Johnny’s shy with men.”

“He almost took my bloody hand off!”

“He’s just protective. Johnny, heel.”

He stops snarling, but plants himself at your feet right there, eyes sharply trained on your brother in law. Your sister snorts.

“How are you supposed to get men back here, then?”

You jump as Johnny barks, a full deep one that your rarely ever hear. Your sister startles too, then scowls.

“I don’t,” you answer, shaking your head. “Anyway, let me just get the sheets for the spare room and we can call it a night.”

Johnny stays close at your heels the entire time, though you swear he throws a nasty glance back at your sister’s husband.

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[that-one-p00k1e]

───〃★ the way I love you ೃ⁀➷˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚

Their love language w/you ft. Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Ren Kaji, & Haruka Sakura | Demon Slayer ver.

c/w: 🎀OOC🎀, fluff, gn!reader (I think), use of "my lady" in Suo's, established!relationship in Umemiya's

GRADUATING 2DAY RAAAHHH🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅

—Haruka Sakura being the easily flustered tsundere he is, words and physical touch aren't really in his dictionary of how to express his feelings. He isn't good at being forward verbally in the environment of love, nor is he able to initiate close proximity gestures.

Without realizing, one of his particular ways of showing his care was through acts of service. Helping each other around town has become a normalcy. Thus, he wouldn't stand out when doing you a favor purely out of his own will; he prefers to be discreet to avoid getting called out, not wanting to be viewed as soft and lose his dignity.

He'd claim that he couldn't give any less of concern for anyone. Yet, he couldn't help but feel an uncomfortable tug at his heart when you mentioned forgetting to bring an umbrella during the rainy weather. He contemplated whether to do something about it or not, torn between his pride and feelings.

Just as you were about to step foot outside, you felt a hand on your shoulder that brought you to a halt.

“The hell do you think you're doin’? Trying to get a cold?”

You weren't given enough time to let out a reply before a folded umbrella was held up to your face.

“You could've asked to borrow one, y'know. I have a spare, so save the fuss and just take it.”

With that, you thanked him and gave a smile of gratitude before taking your leave with the lent umbrella. Little did you know, that boy did not own a spare…

—Hajime Umemiya is so pure he's guaranteed to shower you with every. possible. way. imaginable to express his love. But physical touch would be one of the most prominent.

No matter the occasion, no matter the time, you somehow will always get pulled into an embrace one way or another. He loved the feeling of cradling your petite figure between his strong arms; it made him feel like he was shielding you from any harm. His hugs were warm, comforting, and provided a sense of safety. He'd wrap his arms around your waist from behind and spoon you in, he'd rub his hand up and down your back as you cry into his chest, he'll run up to you and let you jump into his arms, spinning you around as he lifted you off the ground.

He loves the feeling of your hands against his; your soft skin contrasting with his calloused palms. The comparison between the size of your hands and his was somewhat cute to him, making him want to protect you even more as if you were the most precious yet fragile treasure in this world.

“Next time you come in here looking all beat-up, I'm kicking you out and locking you outside,” you scolded him as you tended to his injured hands, irritation yet concern etched on your facial features.

Ume let out a chuckle at your threat, gazing at your grumpy yet worried facial expression which he thought endearing.

“Aww… You really have the heart to be so cruel to your beloved and caring boyfriend??” he whined as he looked at you with an exaggerated pouty face.

“So-called ‘caring’ but doesn't even seem to care about how worried his girlfriend gets when he comes over looking like a used dog toy.” He felt a twinge of guilt at your words, feeling bad for making you so worked up over his condition.

Gently, he held your wrist and brought your hand up to his face, softly placing tender kisses on your knuckles.

“I'm sorry for worrying you, sweetheart…” His deep, gentle voice conveyed such words so smoothly, like a soothing melody strumming its way through your ears and into your heart. You couldn't help but loosen the wrinkles that tugged your eyebrows, letting out a sigh as the tension slowly left your nody. You knew it was his duty to protect the town and all, but the amount of fight he gets into this week devastated you.

“Just… try to avoid doing it alone, please? I know you're strong, but it hurts me seeing you go up against many by yourself.”

“I'll try… Promise.” With that, he leaned over to plant a reassuring kiss on your forehead.

—Hayato Suo enjoys being discreet and mysterious. He finds amusement in seeing your confused face when you receive any form of gift anonymously. At first, he'll start out completely unknown; he wants to satisfy his curiosity on how you'd react for the first time. Once he saw the confused yet happy look on your face, it made him want to perform the act of gift giving even further.

The type of gift would often be small flower bouquets. Occasionally, a little pack of candy would be stuck to it alongside a little note. Written inside those little notes; through either riddles, poems, or song lyrics, he started giving subtle hints on who the sender was. Day by day, he watched patiently as you took your time to connect the pieces.

Until one day.

You were at Pothos, helping out Kotoha as the first-year gang hung out. While wiping the front counter, you overheard Nirei sharing his opinion on how cool Suo was that he understood flower language. You internally agreed. Suo was a man of many quirks, and you've secretly admired him for that. He understood trivial things that most people wouldn't; poems, flowers, riddles– Holy shit.

Your body froze up the moment realization kicked in, heartbeat accelerating as you tried to quickly form everything in your mind. The elegant handwriting, the heart touching poems, the beautifully arranged varieties of flowers. Could it be–

“Suo.”

The crowd suddenly went quiet at the abrupt mention of one of the personel. You decided to take things somewhere a little more private.

“Please be honest with me,” you demanded as the both of you stood in front of the café.

“Are you the one who has been placing random flower bouquets in front of my doorstep? And before you come at me, there is no one else I know that understands flower language, poems, or-”

“Ah, so you've finally noticed,” the brunette chimed innocently with a sweet smile.

You blinked. “W-What?”

“Yes, I'm the perpetrator behind all those floral gifts you find every day. Are you uncomfortable with it? I can stop if you'd like–”

“NO! I-... I appreciate it. It's just… why? What for? Did you get a dare or something?”

Ever so subtly, his eyes softened at your words. “Why, it is simply because I like you.”

The moment the confession escaped his lips, it felt like your whole world was shaken. You were excited, happy, yet unsure. Unsure if he meant it or not. After all, you knew the kind of person he was.

“... Please don't joke about this.”

He understands what you mean, and he doesn't blame you for that. “My lady… I may be one to bluff, but involving one's feelings is where I draw the line,” he spoke with a tone oh-so gentle, wanting to convey the sincerity his words bore.

“Then… what are you trying to get out of doing all of this?”

“Your heart.”

Blood rushed into your cheeks like a marathon. Your heartbeat acceleration exceeded a speed limit you didn't know you had. With a deep breath, you gathered all ability left to respond.

“... You already did.”

Not even a second passed, and the young man felt a pair of arms embracing him tightly; a sigh leaving his lips as he looked down at the fair maiden in adoration and fondness.

Little did they know about the little audience they had through the glass window of the café.

—Ren Kaji has an aloof demeanor that he tends to keep to himself and distance his existence from the world. He's not one to listen nor speak, preferring to focus on the music blasting through his headphones. Though he enjoys being in rowdy places, he doesn't get loud and excited himself. All in all, quality time would be his best aspect in the language of love.

He'll accompany you on your walks, either when he bumps into you during patrol or when you're going home from school. He'd claim that walking you home was a part of his ‘duty’ and that you just happened to appear as an excuse. Along the journey, he'd listen to you talk your heart out while humming occasionally to let you know he was listening. Even if his headphones were on, he'd lower the volume to be able to hear your voice.

Never had he admitted how he felt comfortable with your presence, and maybe he never will. Words and touches weren't in his field of knowledge, making him seem to be difficult to approach. But little did you know that deep down, he held a spot for you as one of the exceptions – which he was clearly oblivious to.

“... Kaji… Kaji.” He rolled the sucker in his mouth and pulled down his headphones as he felt a poke on his cheek.

“Go on ahead without me. I'm gonna head someplace to eat.”

“I'll come with.”

“But you have patrol.”

“And I also have Enomoto and Kusumi. End of discussion.”

With a defeated sigh, you decided to eat at Pothos; the safest place to eat and thankfully the closest to your place. You offered to treat Kaji for dinner – not wanting to be the only one eating – but the young man declined and said he wasn't hungry. You didn't care; still getting him something as a way to thank him for his willingness to accompany this whole time.

“What? I said I wasn't hungry,” he claimed in defense while pulling his head away once he saw you bring a spoonful of omelette rice to his mouth.

“Just shut up and eat. I'm not living with the guilt for having you go through all this trouble for me.” You pulled out his sucker and replaced it with the awaiting spoon, not giving him time to argue back. He swallowed and looked away before muttering lowly.

“I'm not doing it for you.”

“Whatever you say…”

He begrudgingly let you feed him the whole food, chewing quietly and kept himself distracted on his phone. Unbeknownst to you and him, tints of pink adorned his cheeks.

Little did y'all know, Tamon's second year's vice captains had a good view, but decided to save themselves a scolding.

[ham1lton]

RACEWAY RETAIL.

— welcome to RACEWAY RETAIL. the shopping centre that has over seventy different stores and the biggest food hall in the country! come take a pit stop and explore what we have to offer! take a coffee break in JAVA JUNKIE, get a bite to eat at SPICE N’ SIZZLE, pick out a new outfit at PEACH TREE or smell some floral arrangements at MAYBLOOM’s!

⇘ WALK AROUND THE STORES! ⇙

A SUB ABOVE LOVE. - oscar piastri x reader.

— enemies 2 lovers | smut | comedy | smau + written.

╰┈➤ ❝ oscar likes his job. it might just be making sandwiches with the world's worst playlist as a backing track, but it relaxes him. that is, until his boss makes him take the newbie under his wing, and you're the worst worker he has ever seen in the history of the store. how can you fuck up a sandwich? ❞

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THAT'S THAT ME, ESPRESSO! - charles leclerc x reader.

— slow burn | one sided pining | smut | comedy | oneshot.

╰┈➤ ❝ part time barista charles has never had a problem with the ladies, or even the guys. he's never had to try once in his entire life to get attention from the ones he wants but when the grumpy grad student doesn't even look in his direction, it sends his world into a tailspin. ❞

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ALL I WANT IS YOU. - lewis hamilton x reader.

— idiots in love I slow burn | pining | smut | comedy | oneshot.

╰┈➤ ❝ lewis has had his tattoo parlour for a few years now and it's been going strength to strength. the only thing missing from his life is someone to share it with, so his friends and family have been setting him up on blind dates despite his insistence that he's fine. he has his job, his dog and most importantly, you, the pretty bookworm who works in the florist across from him. what more could he need? ❞

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BIRDS OF A FEATHER. - george russell x reader.

— fake relationship | f2l | pining | smut | comedy | oneshot.

╰┈➤ ❝ george and you have always done everything together, starting from when you were born in the same hospital. he's your soulmate in all ways except romantic. that's until george needs a date for his ex-best friend's wedding and you volunteer your services. should've probably mentioned you've been in love with him for a while... right? ❞

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SUPERNATURAL. - carlos sainz jr x reader.

— pining | angst | smut l oneshot. -> by @23victoria

╰┈➤ ❝ carlos wants to follow his father's footsteps in owning the family's gym store chain but in order to do so, he'd have to work in one for a minimum of six months. that should be okay, right? until his client is you, a gorgeous taken mother who he absolutely cannot, under any circumstance, have a crush on. ❞

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HONEY, HONEY. - yuki tsunoda x reader.

— pining | fluff | hea l oneshot. -> by @minkyungseokie

╰┈➤ ❝ if there is anything you hate, it’s attending your parents’ fancy dinner parties, but after meeting the new chef, you think maybe they won’t be so bad. ❞

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BET ON IT. - lily muni he x alex albon x reader.

— pining | fluff | hea l oneshot. -> by @minkyungseokie

╰┈➤ ❝ the worst thing about a crush is when they’re taken. the weirdest thing about a crush is when his girlfriend starts flirting with you every morning when she gets her daily coffee. that’s … normal, right? ❞

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LOVE IN 3D. - logan sargeant x reader.

— dorks in love | fluff | comedy | smau + written. -> by @lokideservesahug

╰┈➤ ❝ you were never a massive cinephile but when the cute worker asked you if you’d like to buy a membership card, you didn’t hesitate in saying yes. now, you have to return at least twice a week, just to get your money’s worth. which has totally nothing to do with the hot blond working the slushy machine and the way his arms look in the branded uniform polo. ❞

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PRETTY IN PINK. - zhou guanyu x reader.

— pining | slow burn | fluff | oneshot. -> by @minkyungseokie

╰┈➤ ❝ zhou likes his little life. working in the boutique, seeing his friends every weekend and secretly sketching his own designs whenever possible. enter y/n l/n, fashionista and formula one driver, who discovers his designs and insists he create her met gala look. the opportunity of a lifetime alongside the girl of his dreams, too bad he can only choose one. ❞

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I SAW HER STANDING THERE. - daniel ricciardo x reader.

— romcom | slice of life | smau + written. -> by @onakomiyaki

╰┈➤ ❝ daniel never liked music that much, so when his older sister told him that he will be the next owner of the practically defunct family music store, he almost wanted to run away again. then he saw her, bright and as warm as the sun, and he thought, yeah he might give this a chance after all. ❞

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SUNDRESS! - lando norris x reader.

— fwb2l | comedy | smau + written | smut | opposites attract.

╰┈➤ ❝ lando norris, the other supervisor of spice n sizzle, is the bane of your existence. you’re total opposites. so you’d think as soon as you left work you’d be rid of him but the universe (aka your libido) has a twisted sense of humour. he’s your secret fuck buddy. trying to hide your relationship from everyone forces you into a realisation: not only do you not hate lando, but you might possibly even… like him? ❞

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SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS - mick schumacher x reader.

— slow burn | romcom | fluff | pining. -> written by @papayadays

╰┈➤ ❝ mick has always loved books, and each day, there's nothing better than heading to the bookstore he works in and spending his days there. though no one there seems to have as much of an obsession. that is, until a university student looking for an obscure required book asks for his help, and he might have found a book buddy. ❞

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[silentgravesdontexist]

I'm rlly over here just making these random Ace posts that I come up on the fly while my drafts are side-eyeing me so hard rn... Anyways! Here's a fluffy drabble that involves Ace and kisses. No editing just brain rot, type, and post. Here's my masterlist if you liked this~

Portgas D. Ace x GN!Reader

CW: None. Tooth-rotting fluff (i just think Ace and kisses go well together ok?)

Word Count: 885

Ace always adored how sweet and affectionate you were. Not just to him but to your loved ones as well. Ofc, with the exception that you treat him even more affectionately given that he is your boyfriend. The man melts each time you give him that warm smile of yours. He'd look grumpy and brooding at times, but he'd always smile whenever he sees you.

Most of the time, he does his best to be of service to you. It makes him feel like if he does things like that, he'll be more deserving of your love and presence. Basically an acts of service kind of guy. He also loves physical affections you shower him with. But his favorite at the moment when you kiss him after he helps you out with something.

He helped you carry some of the crates? A kiss on the cheek. Helping you out with your duties? A kiss on the tip of his nose. You were on nightwatch, and he accompanied you and even brought your favorite drink/snack? A kiss on the lips.

You trained this man for it like he was Pavlov's dog salivating at the sound of that bell. And Ace didn't even mind. He loved it. Grinning at you with that smile of his so bright it would put the sun to shame. It encouraged him all the while making him feel so appreciated and wanted in your presence.

Now, he's gotten so used to it that he will lean in for you— fully expecting that kiss already. Just like now that he helped you sort out your duties for the day and even taught you a few things in the process. A dopey-smile on his lips as he awaits for his reward.

But it doesn't come.

You said goodnight, yawned, and left to your quarters. It was already late into the night and you were exhausted. The day was a lot tiring for some reason that all you just wanted was to crash down and sleep the fatigue off. Your warm bunk already calling you as you guide through the halls.

He just stood there. Couldn't even say good night. It takes a few moments for it to settle in. You didn't kiss him. You didn't. Now, his mind is in overdrive. Questioning and wondering what, why, or how. Did he upset you somehow? No, you were probably just too tired, right? But you never forget to kiss him. Was he overthinking it or was your tone more flat?

Oh, no, it's replaying in his mind, and he's convinced he did something wrong.

Poor guy couldn't sleep a wink. Did he tease you too much? Was he careless in teaching you? Did he sound impatient? It was that look in face. Definitely. He probably looked like he was frustrated at you, didn't he? Sure, it occured to him you were probably just tired— but what if it wasn't?

Unable to take it, he jumps off his own bunk and rushed towards yours. Immediately, he's knocking on your door. Part of him did feel guilty for disturbing your sleep. The idea that he might have done something to upset you outweighed it.

You're sleepily at the door to face Ace. Hair mussed from sleep and eyes barely open while you rub the sleep away. Oh, how he wanted to cup your cheeks and pepper you with kisses bc you looked adorable— Focus, Portgas. Focus. He starts babbling on apologies about random things that might've upset you (he won't directly say he's worried you didn't kiss him bc he has a reputation to somewhat maintain).

Ofc, you barely understand him. It was what? Past midnight? And you just woke up? Eventually, it does dawn on you that you didn't kiss him earlier as you usually did whenever he helps you out. A soft and sleepy chuckle leaves your lips. Your hands hold his and press kisses on his knuckles.

"I'm not upset." With that, you guide him inside and pull him down to bed with you. "Just tired." You mumble while cupping his cheek and start peppering kisses over his face. Just trailing your soft lips over his freckles. "I'm sorry. It just slipped my mind."

Ace melting like putty in your hands. Arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you close. He's leaning into your touch like an overgrown pet yearning for more of your affection. His lingering doubts and worries fading away at your affections.

"Does this make up for it?" You ask, pulling away to meet his gaze. A warm yet drowsy smile adorns your lips and he finds himself falling for you all over again. You were so good to him. So good. He'd do anything to keep you in his life.

"It does." Ace responds, leaning closer to capture your lips with his. The kiss is sweet and languid. As if pouring every emotion he couldn't put into words to express just how much you meant to him.

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Taglist: @captainportgasdace @that-student-that-has-homework (if its ok 'cuz you guys interact with my fics a lot)

[orangeheliophile]

Habits, and how he acts in a relationship

Warnings: some cursing.

● He's a menace. You know that unicorn puppet in the Bluey show? Yeah, that's him. But more grumpy and demanding.

●He doesn't like physical touch from other people, but he's constantly clinging to you at every second of the day. Deal with it. He loves you, so he's going to suffocate you with his affection until you learn to love it.

●You both have a secret language, which mainly consists of grunts, mumbles, hums, and other sound verbs. Sometimes, you both just look at each other and can communicate that way. Body language is a part of it, too.

●You like to cuddle in weird positions. For instance, he could be laying on the floor like a starfish while you mirror him while laying on top of him. Basically, you both cuddle like orange cats. In the most weird but funny way possible. But you can cuddle like normal people do, but where's the fun in that?

●He has a habit of kissing your beauty marks/freckles. They're like tiny stars in his eyes because even if he won't admit it, you're his universe. (He'll rather die than tell you that sappy shit in person.)

●Of course, his main love language is physical touch, but he likes all the other ones too. He wants to make sure you're loved and feel loved in every way. He also completely melts when you make him a gift or compliment him.

●Since he secretly reads romance Mangas, he knows how to flirt with you and make you feel all giddy. He's Bakugou Katsuki. Of course, he's the best in everything. He's extremely confident in himself. (He practices it in his head about 50 times before even thinking of saying it to you. He's actually super nervous around you because you give him butterflies. )

●Speaking of butterflies, they're more like his AP shots filled with cuteness aggression. It's Bakugou. He does everything intensely. He just can't help it but feel his heart is about to explode with how much he loves and adores you.

●That doesn't stop him from being an annoying bastard, though. No wonder his mother was so eager not to have to deal with his ass anymore.

●He will bite you, give you sloppy wet kisses, demand head and back scratches, and will purposely lick your face just to annoy you. (He's a dog. The pomeranian hair and chihuahua attitude doesn't help at all.)

●And he DEMANDS that you compliment him and show him affection. He'll die if you don't. (He will literally lay face first onto the floor for hours if you ignore him.)

●You have a habit of fidgeting and getting random bursts of energy. He helps with that. Since you need something to fidgeting with and are a bit clingy, he's happy because he secretly adores physical touch. His heart melts whenever he sees you jump in joy or fidget out of excitement. You're his little ball of sunshine he never wants to share.

●He Daydreams about your future together. Such as becoming the best pro heroes together, getting married, and having kids. He's already picked out, baby names, and he smiles whenever he sees you gush at babies.

●He loves your laugh and smile. And if he has to do something ridiculous or something unusual, he'll do it. He will also purposely act sassy/have more attitude than usual to see that adorable smile of yours. (It happens often when he acts like a clingy gremlin.)

●Since he plays the drums, he will definitely play your favorite songs and learn to play other instruments for you. He plays the electric guitar and bass sometimes, too.

●When you're feeling sad/sick or look absolutely adorable, he will treat you like his precious baby angel girlfriend. (Because you are!) He will cook for you, cuddle you, give you massages, and do anything to make you happy and comfortable. (Acts of service is his second favorite love language.)

●He's extremely protective over you after the war. It doesn't matter if his arm is damaged or if his heart has a possibility of arrhythmia? He's using Sero's tape to duck tape himself to your hip. So you're literally stuck with him forever.

●He will definitely want to train with you, always pushing himself to be the best, but encouraging you to become an even better hero student than you already are.

●He secretly keeps a scrapbook of all your memories together. He doesn't normally take pictures, yet suddenly he's an expert photographer when he's taking pictures of you or things he knows you'll like. He also keeps a journal of everything about you. There's too much detail and sweet things that he has to write down because he can't contain himself! (He nerds out like Izuku when it comes to you. Don't tell him that.)

●If you're a foreigner, be ready for him to study everything about your culture. He will personally learn the language and become an expert in at least 2 months.

●Since he's going to become the best future, Number One Hero, that means having an extremely healthy diet and lifestyle. He's making you join him, of course. Be prepared for everything organic for the rest of your life!

●He's definitely dating to marry. This man knows what he wants. And he only wants you.

●He has a habit of wanting to feel your heartbeat in some way. He'll put his head on your chest or place his fingers on the pulse point on your wrist sometimes. It soothes him in a way, knowing that you're alive and real and not just a wonderful dream he's imagining.

●Head bumps and nose nuzzles. It's another habit he has. You know how cats hug by nuzzling their bodies onto something else? That's him. But in a more dramatic way. He can act like a cat or a dog, depending on his mood. Then again, Katsuki is his own species of animal.

●If you're insecure, prepare to be even more smothered by him and his clingyness. This man will not leave you alone until you realize how amazing you are. He will look at you like you're crazy if you deny it. He's always right. So if he says that you're the best and most incredible person he's ever met, believe it.

●When he gets upset or has a bad day, he won't say much. He'll just cling to you as you play with his hair and express how much you love him. He needs you. And you're more than welcome to be right there for him when he needs it.

●Whenever you're doing something, he always admires you. He will have the softest expression on his face and the most loving smile on his lips. His pupils dilate to the max, and those cherry red eyes will turn into hearts. Even if you're just breathing, he's already head over heels. And this won't stop even if you two are married and have a family.

●One last thing, he simply adores looking into your eyes. They're so... majestic. They have such a depth and color to him. He could stare into them for an eternity if he could. And you feel the same way. Those cherry red eyes of his shine like rubies in the sunlight. They're mesmerizing. He is mesmerizing.

[issuesntissues]

141 if they were dogs

and you can headcanon whatever breed, but this is just how their behavior would be to me :>

Price

the tail never wags

he is stoic, your standard guard dog

he basically lives for his duty, and then mopes on the floor

he doesn’t give any bite warnings, if you’re messing with him he’ll bite—

if he’s sleeping, leave him alone 😬

definitely not a family dog, but a good dog for loners or people who don’t have a lot in life

he loves raw steaks. if he is not fed raw steaks he will be grumpy

Gaz

Stoic like Price, but a calm approach and a head pat will earn you a small tail wag

a good guard dog for a small family!

he’s always on his feet but when he’s asleep, he’s out like a rock—

has an incredible nose, perfect for sleuthing

knows how to be gentle with small people and animals

definitely sleeps in the kids rooms

loves a variety of raw foods. must pay him the cheese tax

Soap

may god help you

he is hyper, he is built for outdoor activities

absolutely massive appetite, will eat whatever you give him and more (lock down your trash cans, and prepare to push him off counters)

if there’s something he’s not used to, he’ll chase it down immediately—

* always alert and vocal, if anything steps foot within his area of awareness, you’ll hear about it

although he wouldn’t be great in a family household, he gets along well with older kids (or anyone with high energy tbh)

he’s a working dog at the end of the day, and needs high activity daily exercise 🫶

Ghost

unapproachable— keep your hands and fingers to themselves

pure guard dog, and everyone can see it with how many scars he has

he has adequate hearing and smell, but impeccable eyesight

once he’s on the trail of something he won’t ever let it go—

eats nothing but raw meat of any kind (he needs protein 😳)

definitely not for any average dog owner, he’s handled by scary individuals

!! BONUS !!

König

a big dog, but he’s skittish—

was meant to be a guard dog, but got kicked out of service for being a big silly

has poor spacial awareness but an amazing nose

drools when he sleeps

if you have food, he’ll invade your space and take it (like a cow. look up a cow stealing food—)

definitely isn’t afraid to bite intruders (will mow them down and maul them if he wants to—)

💯 safe with kids of all ages (just make sure you have enough food, eats enough to fill 3 teenage boys. could eat a small human—)

Riptide

the most domesticated and least aggressive in the entire list tbh

love swimming, if he’s near any puddle or pool he’s diving right in—

excels at fetch, especially with frisbees

is the gentlest with kids, you can leave them alone with him—

has intimidating barks but they’re never aggressive, he’s mostly quiet—

loves the beach, gets all sandy and smelly ✨

has a good balance between guard dog, and family dog 💚

Keegan

you know outside cats? well he’s like that, only a dog—

comes back for food or if he’s injured/really dirty

he always stays near your home / around your neighborhood at night (he got a lil of that guard dog in him)

very quiet, never barks or whines, but if he’s fighting he’ll sound like a monster—

hunts rats for fun (doesn’t eat them though)

he would not be happy if someone took him off the street, he’s happy with his life style

[lovifie]

Hewwo (TwT)

Can you do one with the wheelchaired user and Soap or Price? ~<3

Luv u >_<

Hi love! I hope that you like it!

I am not a wheelchair user so I hope I didn't say anything offensive, if I did please let me know ❤️

Soap

I just know this man would save your contact as "Hot Wheels 🩷"

You first met at the supermarket, he was looking for something on the top shelf and didn't notice you, accidentally pushing you slightly.

You quickly stopped the wheelchair, turning to look at him.

"Shit, sorry, bonnie. I wasn't looking." He said, stepping back so he wasn't hovering over you. "Ye alright?"

He is immediately smitten with you, the annoyed look on your face automatically making the little brat weak

You answer a bit harshly, not that he cared, and you point to what you were trying to grab for the unnecessarily high shelf. "Could you please grab one of those for me?"

He jumps at the opportunity, quickly grabbing it and handing it to you. "I'll grab the moon and the stars for you, bonnie."

You look back at him, silently pondering how much you want the cereal. "This will do, thanks."

He laughs loudly, walking along and apologising again. "Could I maybe... Take you out for a coffee? A meal?"

He is looking at you, head cocking to the side like a puppy, waiting for an answer.

"Are you a creep?" "Oh, definitely."

You still go out, and you end up having the time of your life. And as time goes on he only gets worse.

The "Don't drink and drive" his favourite joke whenever he sees you take a sip of alcohol.

And if you are able to stand? He is shouting "MIRACLE!" or "LIES! TREACHERY!' and it doesn't matter if it is the first time he has seen you standing or the 100th time.

If you ever leave the wheelchair unattended he is definitely stealing it and going Tokyo drifting around the house; only stopping when you shout his name like scolding a dog. "Sorry, bonnie"

Price

With him it would be the opposite, you bump onto him.

It was on the bus, he was a bit grumpy about having to take it since his car broke down, but he got to meet you so he took it as a godly message.

He was standing close to the bus door, you entered and before you could lock the wheels from moving the bus started sending you rolling back against him.

He grab the handles, only to avoid the hit and looked down at you with a smile when you looked at him panicked. "Well, hello to you too."

You started to apologise profusely, turning around a bit to check you haven't hurt him. You softly grazed his hands on your process of checking on him and it sent a funny feeling up his column.

"It's alright." He reassured you, resting his hand on top of yours. "I don't mind a pretty thing like you crushing on me, love."

It made you stutter, tripping over your words as you started to blush profusely. Funny enough it was him the one with a crush on you.

And he just knows he cannot let you slip away from him like that, and when you mention it is your stop he shoots. "How about you let me buy you coffee? For the trouble."

And who are you to turn him down?

That's how he got your name, your number and himself under your skin.

I just know acts of service is this man love language, constantly trying to just be of use. Wheelchair or not.

The postman left a parcel downstairs and you can't get it into the elevator? This man is taking it up on his hands, whether it is a letter or a fucking fridge.

You are almost ready to go but your phone is charging in your room? This man is sprinting down the hall as if running away from an explosion.

You are on a fancy dinner and some people are slow dancing? You looked at them for four whole minutes and you expect him to not do anything?

He's picking you up, your arms around his shoulder and just dancing with you; no matter how much you complain about being heavy or anything, he's dancing with you.

And regarding the two of them; I just know that if some stupid person ever said anything along the lines of: "Aren't you tired of taking care of them?" They would just stare at them like they are idiots, going like: "They take better care of themselves than I do of my own, if anything they are the ones tired of taking care of me."

[rebelliousstories]

Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine SFW Alphabet

Relationship: Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst

Word Count: 3,684

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Logan is a very solitary guy. He’s much more used to being on his own than with someone in any capacity. That said, I do see him as an “acts of service” kind of man. He definitely is getting you refills on your food and drink at mansion parties, and keeping an eye on the people around you. He’ll carry you to your room after a mission, or make sure that you’re not needing any medical assistance, if you are a part of the gang.

If you’re a normie, he’s holding your heels and carrying you home after a night at the bar even though he warned you not to wear them and to just go with your boots.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Sarcastic comments and playful bullying are your first love languages. I mean, people outside the friendship think you hate each other, but that’s only if they don’t look at you closer. He would always find something to tease you about, but he never let it get too mean.

If you’re an X-Men too, I believe that you guys would have been made to go on a solo mission together. You two have never been this close, so you try to pass the time, but it eventually turns into you pushing Logan’s buttons. So he gives it as good as he gets.

A normal person however, a non-mutant, I could see him just meeting you at every given chance. It’s a small town in Canada that he has decided to stay in; there’s one post office, one coffee shop, and only a couple of bars and restaurants. So yeah, he just keeps running into you, and strikes up a little conversation each time.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh he for sure loves to cuddle. You’re going to look at me and tell me that grumpy kitty with the fluffy hair doesn’t like to cuddle?! Oh nay, nay. This man loves it. A major reason is that he loves to make sure you’re kept happy and comfy. In Logan’s mind, the safest place you could be was in his arms.

Logan would cuddle one of two ways. He would either place you on his chest, fully laying down on him because he would love to feel your weight on him. It’s comforting to the man. Or, he would be on his side, with you in front of him. His back would be to the door, and his arms would be tucked up all around you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

This man has proved he wants to settle down. He wants to have his little cabin in the Canadian wilderness, maybe a dog, and you and some littles. Logan would want to retire from being a superhero one day. Even though he could technically live forever, he doesn’t want to spend those days fighting. He craves having a slice of the quiet life, with someone he loves.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Cold, quick, and efficient. He would not draw it out, or withdraw from you over time. Logan would either simply leave with only the necessary items while you’re asleep or away. But if you catch him leaving, he would continue barreling towards the door, successfully shaking off your hands. He would not talk more than necessary and would only leave with one final glance before stalking off into the unknown, and away from you.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Logan loves fiercely and deeply. Not even death can shake his love for you. He would learn to live with it of course, but he would still proclaim his love for you till his dying breath. He’s a committed man to those who commit to him. To be loved by the Wolverine is a blessing and a bit of a curse. That fierce kind of love always rears it ugly head in a jealous mood if he notices you getting close to someone you shouldn’t. That being said…

If you were a mutant that had a healing factor like him, I think he would want to actually get married. Full on, with a marriage certificate, a suit and gown, and a beautiful ceremony and reception on the lawn of the mansion. Beast definitely officiates the wedding, with Charles rolling with you down the aisle. Scott makes a joke about how Logan should get married in a Canadian tuxedo rather than a traditional one. That doesn’t go over well with the man who is already reigning in his nerves about the whole ordeal. Not about marrying you, but rather the fanfare of it all.

If you do not posses a healing factor in some fashion, whether you’re a mutant who doesn’t have that, or a non-mutant, I feel like he would be hesitant to marry you. Logan wouldn’t want to tie you down to someone that will inevitably outlive you. In fact, he might encourage a break up so that you can find someone to grow old with. But, if you manage to convince him to stay, he would have no hesitation about marrying you. You have a small and intimate affair, from where Logan calls in a favor from an old friend named Charles.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s the Wolverine. It’s James Logan Howlett. That man is as soft physically as concrete wall. However, he does tend to take a softer hand to you no matter what he is doing. Logan has lived with his own enhanced strength for centuries, but he is still afraid of hurting you. He would always make sure that his hands are soft on your body, and that his claws are nowhere near you.

Now, emotionally, again it’s the Wolverine people. He is a lone wolf, that doesn’t care too much for the rules of society. But, when it is just you two, he’s letting you in on his struggle on reconnecting his past or the innermost struggle of his more animalistic side. Going back to A for Affection, Logan sends you little winks and smirks from across the bar. But his smile, his genuine smile when the two of you are alone; those are what you both cherish.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He, for sure, loves to hug you close. He’s just got those big meaty hands, and those equally beefy arms that encompass you and keep you close. It’s a safe form of intimacy for him. Even if his claws were to come out accidentally, he would probably just knick himself. There would be virtually no chance of him getting you caught between them.

Logan tries to hug you whenever he’s home from missions. The first thing he does after getting home and dropping his bags in the foyer of the mansion, is to find you so he can get his hugs that are on back order. It’s something that helps ground him as much as his hugs help to ground you.

Getting a hug from Logan is the physical feeling of putting a fleece blanket hoodie on a bear statue and walking into it. He is always warm, partially because he’s a big burly man and partially because of his mutation, and he’s hairy. So if you hug him without a shirt on, be prepared. Could make a carpet out of that body hair.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

At least six to eight months, but more than likely a year. He’ll know right around the six month mark, but he’s not telling you at first. Logan would assume his acts of service and protection were enough to tell you that. He’s also waiting on you to gage how he feels about saying that word to you. You’ve gotta show him, and possibly tell him, you love him in order for him to reciprocate.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Logan really only gets jealous if he notices someone younger and attractive trying to chat you up. A major insecurity of his would be the age gap, and possibly you not living as long as him. If you had no regenerative healing factor, he might just quietly sulk in the corner of the bar as he watches.

If you do, however, he would be downing that beer first, and then moving. Logan’s not stupid enough to leave his drink unattended. Just because he can heal from just about anything, doesn’t mean he wants to. He’s pulling hands away and squaring off to anyone that dares try to get handsy with his girl. And you need to be prepared to calm down the feral Wolverine, and give him some reassurance once you get back to where you guys are staying.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

As I said, Logan loves fiercely and deeply. His kisses are no exception. He kisses you like it will be the last time he sees you forever. Logan aims to encapsulate you in a kiss, and it works a lot of the time.

He loves your lips, and forehead. Especially if you’re shorter than him. Lips for the obvious reason; it’s close, intimate, and he loves feeling yours against his. Now the forehead, is because that is what he can reach. When you’re tucked into his chest, he wants to be able to kiss you but for whatever reason he can’t, so he goes for your forehead. Also those forehead kisses just bathe you in a warming glow.

Logan loves to be kissed on his throat and knuckles. Now hear me out before you scroll away! His throat, because if you’re shorter than him, it always happens when he’s got you hugged close. So when he’s dropping kisses to your forehead, press a couple to his throat and he’s putty in your hands. As for his knuckles, it’s a dangerous game, but one that is born of a time of deep insecurities. When he is having doubts about himself, his choices, and his past, he likes to sit with you on the couch or bed and hold you. Logan is always worried about having you anywhere near where his claws come out of skin, but the little, feather light kisses you leave, well, they break his resolve just a bit.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children?)

I believe that it depends on the child’s age. If it’s a small baby, like less than two years old, he would be okay as long as he is not the one holding it. However, if you do manage to convince him to hold the infant, he is sitting there with the most scared expression he has ever had.

Kids that are a bit older and can handle their own he’s okay being around. Logan doesn’t mind the younger ones, like are seven or ten, but he tends to just watch them rather than get involved. Teenagers are the youngest he likes to interact with. He’s just not used to being around little ones, and he feels like he’s too old to start now.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Logan are blissfully spent. Whenever he gets the morning off from work or from the X-Men, he loves to spend it doing absolutely nothing. Slow mornings are spent lounging in bed, with nothing on your mind. He loves watching you sleep and be at peace. It’s a peace that he, himself, longs for. Logan enjoys being able to have slow mornings as it gives him a taste of a life he craves.

N = Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Evenings depend on how that day has been. If the day goes good, then you can expect a nice slow evening, with cuddles and kisses. Maybe falling asleep to an old black and white film on the tv, with you perched of his chest.

Now if he had a bad day, oh Lordy. Logan is going to be non-verbal and totally unwilling to be near you. For your own sake, he wants to keep a distance from you. He doesn’t want to hurt you physically or emotionally. Eventually, Logan will come to bed, but he does it after you have gone to sleep, because he just doesn’t want to deal with any questions. Not until the next day.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Logan would not be open to you at all. He’s a very closed off man that doesn’t let just anyone in. It would definitely come in stages. He would tell you what he could remember about his past over several months to years. And as he uncovers more of his past, Logan will come to terms with it before he ever tells you. He’s also a man of few words, so it will probably take him a while just to put it into words to tell you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I don’t think he gets angered easily so much as annoyed. It genuinely takes a lot to get him angered. And most of the time, he’s playfully annoyed at you. Like if you politely ask him for another drink, he’ll grumble about how you are perfectly capable of getting it yourself. However, getting him mad is something that takes a personal turn. If you attack his abilities, or legitimately degrade him, he’s getting righteously angry. Logan takes any purposeful attacks on him personally. And he knows you could do it after a while of dating, because he will have told you things that will push the right buttons in the right order.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Logan remembers everything. Losing his memory is a blessing in disguise, because now he can use that space for you. He truly loves every word you say, even if he doesn’t show it. Logan can often be perceived as disinterested in you whenever you’re talking. But this man got a small notebook to fill with random things you talk about, including your to go orders. There’s a section about favorites like food, color, or move. Another is there about dreams and plans for the future, and even random things.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Logan’s favorite memory is one random night in the dead of winter.

He returned home from a mission gone horribly wrong. Scott was pissing him off, Jean kept trying to tempt him into another relationship, and Storm was staying out of it on the flight home. Then, the actual contents of the mission. They had lost their target, gotten wrapped up in another one of the Brotherhood’s schemes, and overall got the snot kicked out of them. The team had enough that day. So getting home was of top priority.

Logan grabbed his bag and stalked off before anyone could get a word in on him. He wanted out of his suit and in his bed as of yesterday. Even he could feel the cold from the snow seeping into the mansion as they ascended. He was in his jeans and his usual jacket, but the boots caused the stairs to creak under his weight. As he came into the room, his heart skipped in his chest, and he leaned against the doorframe.

There you were, snuggled up in the blankets with his flannel wrapped around your body. You were even on his side of the bed with your face smooshed into his pillow. It made him swell with love and pride. But that stands out in his mind, because it was the first time that he had caught you like this. The TV was still on; you were trying to wait up for him. And that meant more than anything in the world. He would never tell you though, that he had caught you like that.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I’m sorry, you do realize who we’re talking about right? Wolverine is going to be the most fiercely loyal and protective lover in the world. He will literally sniff out trouble around you, and keep you safe.

If you’re just dealing with someone who won’t take no for an answer at a bar or party, he’s putting a hand on your waist and glaring the person down. If they refuse to back down, he’s getting in their face and using his intimidation to make them. After that, claws are coming out, bub.

Now, on missions it’s a different story. He knows that you can take care of yourself, but it doesn’t stop him from wanting to keep you away from harm. But if Logan sees that you’re getting overwhelmed or in trouble, he’s on his way over as fast as lightning. He is dispatching of the enemy with fierce vengeance.

Logan wouldn’t need nor want you to protect him physically. That’s his job and he will stand by it. However protecting his mind and heart is the only job he wants you to have. By providing him shelter when his own mind betrays him, it protects him during a vulnerable time.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates really depend. If you’re an X-Man and going on missions, your date nights and anniversaries are at the liberty of whenever you are home from missions. If you’re not, he usually has an easier time of planning things for your dates. Regardless, he will usually plan casual dates nights for the most part. Every once in a while he will take you out on the town for dinner and a movie, or a night of drinking and dancing. But most of the time, he’s just having a dinner prepped or gotten take out, and a movie pulled up on the tv.

Logan loves to silently spoil you. He will never make a huge fuss about gifts he gives you. And they’re always practical in some fashion. He gets you a new coffee mug with your favorite character on it but he’s scratched your name into the bottom so no one can take it. Or a new set of personal defense weapons that won’t trigger metal detectors but still pack a punch.

            Like I said before, his love language is acts of service. You need your car fixed? He’s got it purring like a lambo. You need laundry done? You’ve got new clothes in your dressers, plus some of his flannel and tank tops so you can have his clothes and scents around you. This lovable man will preform mundane tasks without being asks because he wants you to know he loves you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Going cold and silent for no good reason is a big one. It’s so easy for him to revert to his old ways but he does try to work on it. After a long day though, he just wants a beer and a silent, dreamless sleep. So, it’s difficult for him to open up and talk about whatever it is that’s bothering him on a day like this. Thus, leading to the withdrawal.

I feel like another would be his ability to overreact. If Scott asks you to join him on a mission, or even how one went that he wasn’t on, Logan is just about growling at the man. But anyone he views as a threat to you, he’s not liking one bit which tends to lead to the man to growling, snapping, and even the claws coming out.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Logan is not all too concerned with how he looks. He does his hair but that’s about it. Like, other than that, he just genuinely doesn’t care. This is a mutant with the ability to heal near instantly. I can’t reiterate how much he doesn’t care.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

The further you get into your relationship, the more he feels like he can’t live without you. It’s something he gets hit with all at once. It’s part of why he’s so protective over you, even if you have a healing factor. He’s terrified to lose you once he truly loves you deeply within his soul. When he can’t be near you, he’s counting down the minutes till he can remedy that. If he ever lost you, if you died or left him in some other way, there would be nothing left to keep the animal in check.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Logan loves you playing with his hair and pampering him. Does he understand the difference between a physical exfoliant and a chemical one? Absolutely not. But he loves having you use whatever it is on him. When his day is super rough, he’ll stay silent as he lets you lead him face down on the bed. Getting massages on those days are amazing because he swears that your hands can feel what is wrong and get it out. He’s letting you wash his face, put weird creams on him, all the while he’s got a fluffy headband on. And once you’re done with the skincare, the head massage that follows? Oh, he feels the stress of everything wash away. There is nothing that clears the rage and foul feelings better than a little pampering session.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don’t know why, but he strikes me as a texture guy. Not on his skin, but in the food he eats. Like he won’t eat certain foods because they make odd textures in his mouth. He also just likes simple foods, so that could be a reason.

In a partner though, he wouldn’t appreciate someone trying to change him, or that would pry too deep. Let me explain. Logan knows what he is, a rehabilitated animal that tries to do his best. And he doesn’t want anyone else telling him that he isn’t. It’s not a matter of that he can’t shake the image that he spent so long with, but rather that he can still feel it inside his being every time those claws come out.

In that same vein, he doesn’t want someone that asks too many questions that he doesn’t have the answers to nor wants to give. If he wakes up from a nightmare where he uncovers new memories, he’ll decide in time to share that with you. You have to let him go at his own pace otherwise you’ll spook him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

On his back, straight as a board, blankets around his chest, while he’s alone. If you’re spending the night, he’ll either fall asleep with you on his chest with hm on his back, or with his back to the door and on his side with you in his arms. Also, I don’t care what anyone says, this man has the cutest baby snores ever. Sounding like a baby bear in bed and now it’s your own form of white noise. It’s so difficult for you to fall asleep without it.

[thescarletnargacuga]

What if Pomni and Caine had their first argument as a married couple and now the whole circus has to deal with them taking jabs at each other and being annoying (it’s like watching toddlers argue) so the rest of the circus bands together to get Caine and Pomni back to being the gross domestic couple that they were before (mostly cause when they argue it’s more of a headache on everyone else)

I just imagine Caine and Pomni are arguing over the stupidest thing, like what proper sleepwear looks like or what color the bedsheets should be

A/N: what a couple of goobers

LOVER'S QUARREL

A SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: unserious hurt/comfort

~~~

"Fine!" Pomni stomped away from Caine.

"Fine!!" Caine crossed his arms and turned his back on Pomni.

"Geesh..." Ragatha said under her breath, witnessing the end of what must have been a heated argument.

"They're at it again?" Gangle asked, peeking around the corner. "Pomni's been grumpy the last few days."

"I think things just came to a head. You don't think..." Ragatha implied.

"No, I don't think it's that bad, but... I've never seen them at each other's necks like this." Gangle watched Pomni go to a far corner of the circus, her body language rigid.

"We should stay out of it. I'm sure they'll figure things out." Ragatha hoped.

~

"Today's adventure is Ballpark Bonanza!" Caine presented his adventure of the day to his circus members. "You'll be in charge of the concessions at a major league sports ball game! It'll be up to you to keep the fans happy until the game is over!"

Pomni rolled her eyes. "Let me guess. The main item sold will be hotdogs?"

Caine narrowed his eyes. "Why, yes, Pomni! They will be! You'll have to serve SO many hotdogs, you'll never mistake them for anything else!"

Everyone else shared looks of confusion.

"Will they be labeled properly, at least? Wouldn't want anyone confusing them with tacos." Pomni crossed her arms, firming her stance.

Caine glared. "Shared food categories aren't included. Especially sandwiches."

"Oh, goodie." Pomni snarked. "We wouldn't want to make things confusing, now would we!?"

"No, we wouldn't!" Caine half yelled.

"Just make with the portal already!" Jax shouted. "I'm sick of listening to you two!"

Ragatha and Gangle shared worried glances. Zooble and Kinger stood in the back, actively ignoring the odd behavior.

Caine snapped his fingers, not taking his eyes off Pomni. "Enjoy your experience." He passive aggressively grumbled.

"We will." Pomni huffed and followed the others through the portal.

~

Pomni stood between Ragatha and Gangle at the service counter. They prepared food for an overcrowded stadium, serving demanding NPC attendees. Pomni had a silent, sour glare on her face that scared customers.

"Um...Pomni, are you and Caine okay?" Ragatha asked carefully.

"What's it to you?" Pomni growled.

Before Ragatha could answer, a serving of nachos flew into the face of a waiting customer and Jax shoved Gangle out of the way to stand next to Pomni. "It's ridiculous as all get out to deal with you and him hissing at each other like back-alley cats. The bickering and the passive aggressive comments are not helping! I wouldn't give a crap if it wasn't so annoying!!"

"I hate to say it... But I agree with Jax." Ragatha shyly said. "What's got you two all up in arms anyway? Maybe we can help?"

"I'm not doing anything for these bozos. I'm just telling you to knock it off." Jax went back to his spot on the concession line.

Gangle sidestepped back next to Pomni. "I'll help, if I can."

Pomni let out a heavy sigh. "He thinks hotdogs are tacos."

Ragatha blinked. "...what?"

"He THINKS hotdogs are TACOS!!" Pomni smashed her fist into a plate of hotdogs, sending a few mustard covered weenies flying.

"Wait... So all this drama...is over hot dogs?" Gangle asked timidly.

"YES!! WHY DO YOU THINK WE'RE HERE??" Pomni gestured to their adventure setting. "The stubborn jack[%$!#] is trying to prove a point! Which, by the way, is not going to work."

"uh, well... What do you have to say about hot dogs?" Asked Ragatha.

"They're obviously another type of sandwich." Pomni held up a hotdog in a bun. "They're just held differently."

"You do kinda have to hold it like a taco." Gangle said, and flinched when Pomni glared in her direction.

"Are you on my side or not?"

"Pomni, we're not on either side." Ragatha said. "We just want you two to stop fighting. I mean, don't you think this is kind of...silly?"

"Hotdogs are serious business." Pomni took a bite of the digital meat link.

"Uh huh..." Ragatha sighed, then shouted to the back of the kitchen. "Kinger! Are hotdogs a taco or a sandwich?

Kinger poked his head up from the fryers and food trays. "Neither. Hotdogs are hotdogs. Why?"

Ragatha gave Pomni a pleasant smile. "See? They're their own food category. Maybe you two can come to an agreement that you're both wrong?"

Pomni pouted. "Only if he admits it first..."

Gangle and Ragatha groaned.

"Of all the stupid [%$!#] I've heard over the years, this takes the cake." Zooble mumbled, leaning over the cash register.

~

The circus troop returned from their long shift of rowdy customer service covered in grease stains and soda. Zooble was extra annoyed that they even agreed to go on this adventure and went immediately back to their room.

"Welcome back, my greasy gargoyles! So, did we learn anything?" He smiled at Pomni.

Pomni's eye twitched. "Listen here, you patronizing son of a-"

"WE learned that you two need to talk." Ragatha interrupted.

"Yeah!" Gangle bravely spoke up. "You two are being stupid heads."

Caine gasped. "Gangle!?"

"That's right! You two are being so ridiculous that you've brought the potty mouth out in me!"

"This oughta be good." Jax smirked and leaned against Kinger, who just let it happen.

Gangle put on her best angry face, that made her look like a ticked off kitten, and continued. "You say you love each other, yet you're letting something as dumb as a hotdog get in between you two!? You married each other for cripes' sake!!"

"Hotdogs aren't dumb." Pomni defended.

"They're very serious business." Caine agreed.

Gangle dragged her hands down her face. "Uuuuuuhhg mah gawd..."

Kinger cleared his throat. "May I?"

"Knock yourself out." Gangle sighed, exasperated.

"This isn't about hotdogs at all. Tacos? Sandwiches? Why does it matter? Both of you are so set in your definition of food taxonomy that you have failed to realize what this is doing to your relationship. You two are unwilling to come to a compromise. Refusing to speak to one another in anything that isn't a condescending tone. Practically shouting at every chance. You're not listening to one another. Agree to disagree or... realize that you're both wrong. Hotdogs are their own thing anyway."

Caine and Pomni were silent for a moment. Ragatha held her breath, hoping Kinger's words of wisdom helped.

Caine tapped his fingers together in contemplation. "So... hotdogs aren't considered tacos?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Pomni said, relieved that he seemed to finally be getting it.

"But...they're not sandwiches either." Caine said his point calmly but firmly.

Pomni took a deep breath. "No...not really. Kinger's right. They don't fall into any category."

"Then what were we ever fighting for? I'm sorry, pookie bear." Caine scooped Pomni up and held her close.

Pomni kisses Caine on the side of his lower jaw. "I'm sorry too, sugar Caine. Why don't we make up? I have a few... ideas I want to throw your way." She waggled her eyebrows at him.

Caine blushed and straightened his posture. "Glad you enjoyed today's adventure, everyone! I must be off!" He vanished with Pomni.

Gangle and Ragatha breathed a sigh of relief. Jax slapped his knee as he doubled over with laughter. Kinger wandered off in search of good fort building pillows.

"That- ahahaha! That was so stupid!" Jax gasped in between bouts of laughter.

Ragatha struggled to suppress an amused grin. "Yeah....it was."

"The stupidest." Gangle said, entirely unamused.

[chateaaa]

the perfect pair - mha boys with a toru honda s/o

Midoriya - yapper x yapper

- Mommy Midoriya absolutely loves you!!! Midoriya is just a ball of sunshine, him having you as an s/o would probably brighten up a very dark room!!! Midoriya would be the type of s/o who would show his love through acts of service. He would always remember the little yaps you talk about him! He loves it when you listen to him when he talkes about all might!! He felt very alive since you came to his life, since he was bullied. Having Midoriya with a tohru s/o would make his pain go away.

Bakugo - scary. dog. privileges.

- having Katsuki Bakugo with a Tohru Honda s/o? this is a match made in heaven, you would always find a way to help Katsuki calm down in class when he has a sudden anger burst (Kaminari and Sero loves you for making sure Katsuki is in check) Katsuki having you as an s/o would literally be sunshine x grumpy!!! he loves your cute little expressions you make, he would also make sure you eat his cooking everynight. He would prioritize your safety over him.

Todoroki - "can you teach me how to love?"

Shoto having you as an s/o would make his view of the world change. He always thought that he was a weapon made to surpass allmight but when he saw you... oh boy he fell so hard. He loves how kind you were to him, he felt safe when he was wrapped around your arms. The first time you guys kissed, he melted on the spot. You were his first girlfriend so he didn't know how to act like a boyfriend, but you taught him the tenderness of love.

[bludy-kisses]

yall seemed to like the last one, so i’m sharing more <3 happy october, by the way. added some halloween elements toward the end.

Secondo Emeritus Relationship Headcanons — Pt. 2

his primary love languages are acts of service and physical touch— he loves to do little things for his partner, stuff that they may not even realize they need help with. he just does them without being asked, but definitely grumbled a little afterward, saying how he “always has to help you” with things, despite being the one that volunteers to do so. he’s just joking tho.

the physical touch aspect comes from intimacy-related things, bcuz we know this guy fucks. bro realizes quickly that it feels so much better with someone he’s actually in love with, and not some rando from a bar.

gets frustrated when his partner tries to dote on him or spoil him, or return his little acts of service. he keeps telling you that you’re “not his servant,” that he’s got plenty of clergy members to do his bidding. he secretly finds it really endearing and will eventually show that. he won’t ever stop you from showing love the way you naturally do. he’ll just make it a competition, a little game.

he literally gets made fun of so much because of how soft he is around his partner. he’s usually the biggest asshole in the clergy; menacing, emotionless, grumpy. but not with you. never with you. you’ve softened his heart, and it’s plain for everyone to see.

he doesn’t shy away from PDA, despite his emotionally cold attitude. kisses you wherever, whenever. his excuse is that he’s the damn papa. if anyone has an issue with it, they can approach him personally. he knows that no one would ever do that.

princess treatment for you. spoils you. when he’s retired from being the papa, spoils you even more with all of the things money can buy and his extra time can provide. spends a lot of time with you doing little domestic tasks. you cook together. watch movies together. it’s really adorable, and you’re the only one who gets to see that side of him, which makes it even more endearing.

he thinks halloween is stupid and cheesy, but if you convince him enough, he will dress up with you for the spooky season.

will try to get you to dress as a “sexy nun” for halloween so he can live out his fantasy of converting a sweet religious lady into devil worship. if you humor this, you’re in for a wild ride. like all night.

looks like the biggest grouch to literally everyone else, but you get to see his smile, you get to see him without the paints, the robe, etc. and damn, is it a nice sight.

tells you stories about the crazy shit he used to do, the parties he went to, the stupid things he and the ghouls got up to when he was papa. it’s really endearing. he assures you many times that he’s no longer this way, that those random bar chicks meant nothing, because it’s easy to feel undermined when he seems so goddamn experienced.

it’s all good, though, because he takes you out almost as often as he used to go out himself. he enjoys his solitude as he gets older, but he still takes you to nice restaurants and little dates, should you yearn for it. he’s also got no problem with having “dates” and movie nights at home. it just means you can cuddle more, after all.

no one is ever rude toward you again, if they were in the first place. bro is the ultimate “scary dog” that walks behind you when you go out. even as he ages, he’s still got this demanding presence that makes people stay out of his way, and he uses it to his advantage when with you.

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Chung Myung SFW Alphabet

Decided to separate this from the original NSFW post bc I wanted to see how it performs engagement-wise. I'll leave a link to the NSFW one at the bottom, and I'll probably do the same for the rest of them.

TW: Alcohol and mentions losing people

SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I feel like his favorite ways to show his affection would be through acts of service and words of affirmation. His acts of service are domestic acts like making your plate or saving booze for you at the dinner table. When it comes to his words he makes sure to tell you he loves you at least once a day, because you never know what day will be your last.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Mount Hua's most mischievous duo. You can read each other's minds and go out for drinks regularly.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Likes to be the big spoon or to be tangled up with you. He also like being the little spoon when he's feeling vulnerable.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He didn't get to marry or have kids during his past life, so I feel like he'd want to settle down in this one.

When it comes to cleaning he's decent. If I remember correctly his room isn't messy in the webtoon, so he probably cleans regularly. He probably makes his bed after he wakes up too.

When it comes to cooking I feel like he started a couple of kitchen fires when he was learning how to cook. He's a decent cook now though!! I feel like he'd be into meal prepping.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd probably be blunt yet respectful. Sorry, but I don't have a lot for this one. I don't like angst.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He's definitely a date-to-marry kind of guy. Hookups and affairs are a waste of time to this old man!! He would probably marry you after around 3-4 years. He really wants to get to know his partner before putting a ring on it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

When compared to other disciples, he's definitely more gentle with you. He's only rough during training because he doesn't want you to get injured in a real fight.

He's also softer emotionally. The disciples think he plays favorites when it comes to you. (They're right)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He gives the big ol' bear hugs. He also hugs you more often when you two are alone. He dislikes it when other people gawk at you two. They just can't fathom the fact that the rabid dog can be soft and affectionate with someone.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Due to his inexperience, it takes him a while to realize his feelings for you. Like he feels them, but he doesn't know what they are. He takes a while to tell you that he loves you because this is new territory for him. After the first time, he won't hesitate to let you know that you're loved and appreciated.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He trusts you to be loyal, but he will get grumpy if you spend too much time with someone else. Again he knows you won't cheat; he just wants all of your attention and some brat is stealing it!

If someone's flirting with you he will get pissed. This situation can end in two ways. Way #1 has him showing off that you two are together via physical affection. He wants to rub it in that you're his, and that this person should back off. Way #2 is just him beating the fuck out of that person unless you want him to stop.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He'll give quick pecks on the forehead and cheeks when in public. When in private, he likes to kiss you anywhere and everywhere.

He likes being kissed on his shoulders and lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's really good with kids, and it shocks everyone around him. He likes to roughhouse with them but knows how rough is too rough. He wouldn't forgive himself if he accidentally hurt a little kid.

He also strikes me as the kind of guy who's a strict parent but loves to spoil his grandkids. Is open to having kids or adopting in the future.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Definitely a man with a routine. We already know that he wakes up early, probably makes his bed, trains, and then washes up. He probably eats breakfast after all of that.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You probably go to bed earlier than him. He trains by himself before bed, and I headcanon him as someone who showers before bed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He'll try to open up about his past, but he can't be completely transparent. He just doesn't know how people would react if they found out he was the plum blossom sword saint. Besides that, he tries to be as open as he can without revealing his identity.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This is Chung Myung so we already know he's easily irritated. He has more patience with you than the other disciples. Like he'll actually let you tease him and stuff. You'd have to betray or lie to him to make him genuinely angry. Besides that, he's pretty lenient with you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's an observant man, so he'd have your favorites, your mannerisms, your opinions, etc. memorized. The kind of guy to remember something you mentioned in passing like two years ago.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It'd probably be when you get into a fight for him. Like you noticed someone talking shit, things escalated, and you ended up fighting that person and won. He'd like it even more if you defended him on the battlefield. He's probably the kinda guy to get turned on by his s/o fighting.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's pretty protective of you, and would protect you if you couldn't handle things yourself in battle. He rarely needs to be protected but will find it hot if you try to protect him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He likes more casual/domestic dates, and he won't put in much of an effort unless you want him to. Normally he doesn't feel the need to woo you unless it's an anniversary, birthday, or if you guys haven't seen each other in a while. On days like that he'll go all out, take you to town, go shopping, take you to a restaurant and order your favorite foods & booze, and then rent a room at an inn for the night.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

We already know he has terrible manners. His ass does not know how to act at the dinner table. He's probably gone to bed smelling like alcohol multiple times. He also likes to hog up all of your free time and wants all of your attention. It's not bad to me (clingy men <3), but I know some people would get irritated by that.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He's not super concerned with his looks. He's a naturally pretty boy despite not having a skincare/haircare routine. He's the kind of guy that washes his face with water and he still has perfect skin.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

After a long-term relationship absolutely! Hell, even if you two were platonic, he'd still be sad if something happened to you. At this point, he's attached to all of his disciples and you're one of them. If any of y'all died he'd feel like he's lost of piece of himself. If you two were in a long-term romantic relationship that'd be amplified tenfold.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He'd love it if you cooked for him. You know those tiktoks where people make cute lunch boxes for their s/o's? Bring one of those to him after his training and he'll want to marry you on the spot. He also likes it when you feed him. Spoil his ass.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like people who lie with malicious intent. He'd also be turned off if their partner is controlling.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Good luck sleeping with Chung Myung, because he's a chaotic sleeper. You'll go to bed in a cute cuddly position and wake up with multiple limbs in your face. He's also warm-blooded, so he's more likely to cuddle during the winter. If he lived in the modern day he'd be the kinda guy who always sleeps with the fan on no matter the season.

Also, he old man snores.

NSFW side here! (minors dni) Original template here!

Please lmk if you guys want more :'}

[phntmeii]

♡ Dating Sandor Clegane Headcanons:

❝ I could keep you safe. They're all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I'd kill them.❝

[ SFW + No Gendered Terms ]

> This is pure Grumpy x Sunshine & Sunshine x Sunshine Protector dynamic with this man.

> He absolutely keeps his gruff attitude even with you no matter how long you two have been together. He has a reputation to uphold you know!!

> His main Love Languages to give are: Acts of Service and Gift Giving. These show his love in a way that doesn’t feel too embarrassing for him.

> Like genuinely, you would come home and find that the chores that needed to be done are already completed mysteriously and he absolutely did them without saying anything.

> He’ll come home with a gift each time. Likely small things he’ll toss your way and claim he didn’t pick it even though he precisely planned what to give you and debated for a solid ten minutes as to whether you’d like it or not.

> His favorite Love Languages to receive are: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch. Hearing how well he’s doing, what you like that he does or how you love him makes him incredibly happy!

> He’ll likely brush you off because he’s embarrassed but inside, he’ll be all giddy, knowing he’s doing well by you!

> He rarely will say “I love you” before you do. He normally says it in response to whenever you say it since it’s less embarrassing in his head to respond rather than to initiate.

> He loves when you show your love physically! Please hold his hand and interlock your fingers with his and he’ll melt inside completely. If you are smaller than him, the feeling of your small hands in his makes him overjoyed.

> He especially enjoys tender affections while getting ready for bed or while cuddling. Your kisses, hugs and general warmth absolutely melts him entirely that he’ll completely forget about being the Hound and is just yours.

> If you’re out in public together, absolutely scary dog privileges. You sincerely do not have to worry when you have a 6’6 Hound following you everywhere.

> He tries to stay stoic and unaffected by you but it is hard to resist. Some people passing could swear that the only time they’d ever see the Hound crack a small smile would be when he’s beside you.

> If you ever point out that he smiled or laughed at something you did or said, he’d clear his throat and try to claim he didn’t. If you keep persisting (and likely giving him some smooches too), he’ll give in and admit to it.

> He’s incredibly perceptive so he’ll know if you’re upset without you even saying anything! He’ll simply bluntly ask “What’s the matter with you?” or which “cunt” he has to have a “chat” with.

> If it’s something small, he’ll give you small bits of affection like patting your head and caressing your cheek and telling you not to worry about “such silly little things”.

> If it’s something more serious or caused by someone else, INSTANT PROTECTION MODE. This man is INSANELY overprotective and if someone caused you to be upset, they better count their days.

> He enjoys watching you from afar as you are busy or distracted by your hobby or chores. Something about seeing you completely in the zone, unaware of him that allows him to simply admire you is amazing to him.

> If you’re ever interested in something he knows well, fighting, horseriding, etc. and you’re inexperienced, he’ll secretly be so happy about this!!

> He’ll likely encourage you to learn how to defend yourself in some capacity just because he is incredibly paranoid about your safety.

> When teaching you how to hold a sword or stances, he’ll stand beside you and adjust your posture with his hands. He’ll probably laugh a couple times if you get knocked down but will do so while helping you up and ensuring you that you’re doing fine.

> He’ll rarely, if ever, use pet names like “darling” or “love” but rather a specific, personal nickname to you. If you are a highborn, it’ll likely be related to your House in some way. (EX: Stark=Pup, Little wolf, etc.) If the House Sigil is a fearsome animal like Stark Wolves or Lannister Lions, he will always refer to you as the smaller version of that animal, (Pup, Cub, etc.), simply because he cannot see you as a threat in his eyes.

> Because he can put off his emotions and tends to be aggressive, fights can happen from time to time. He tries his best to keep calm but again—This is the Hound. He’s likely to raise his voice and yell.

> Regardless of if you are sensitive or not to such a thing, he feels AWFUL. This man would blame himself endlessly for treating you horribly like that.

> He is incapable of apologizing because he isn’t good at words. He’d close himself off for some time and revert to trying to do something to gain your favor again even if you say it’s unnecessary.

> Once he’s sure you’re alright, he holds onto you for a bit, just to make sure that everything truly is alright.

> You are likely to be the only person who could boss him around and he’d oblige happily. He’d complain under his breath while immediately heading off to do whatever you asked of him.

> In terms of marriage, he’s indifferent. If you wished to get married, he’d take some time to consider it before inevitably giving in to you as it’s impossible for him not to.

> With kids, he has a massive hesitance at first. Considering his own family, he has a massive fear of failing them by being too harsh or failing to protect them as his father failed to protect him against Gregor. Give him enough time to heal and encourage him that you trust him to be the father to your children and he’ll give it a chance. He’d call your children with him his “little pups” and if you had daughters, he would 10000% be the best girl dad you’ve ever seen.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[ireadwithmyears]

Hi! Would you be able to write something for the clones (any of them) with a reader who has a guide dog. I've been running into a lot of issues with people trying to distract her and borderline harassing us (the president of my university follows us around with his unleashed dog running up to us, someone grabbed her nose when we were on a bus and then screamed at us, I'm a biology/genetics major so we get some subtle discrimination in academic opportunities like research projects, etc). Also I don't currently live somewhere with public transportation so I have to take Uber to get anywhere which is a whole other nightmare (a driver dropped us off at the wrong location and I was stuck in a sketchy part of town for 45 minutes while drivers kept denying us a ride). Maybe something with how the clones would comfort/handle their SO dealing with these things. Obviously you don't have to write about all of these scenarios, just some ideas

You don't have to of course, but I figured it was worth an ask:)

Looking Out for You:Part 1

Pairing: Commander Fox/fem Reader

Visually impaired reader masterlist

Word count: 4.1 K

Tags/warnings: Visually impaired reader, meet cute, grumpy x sunshine vibes, denial of feelings(Fox falls first, he falls hard, and he denies it every single step of the way because he’s Fox), guide dog cuteness, brief mention of ableism(this chapter is pretty tame, but in future installments, I intend to explore these elements more deeply, specifically as they pertain to service dog users. These topics aren’t always the most comfortable to discuss. But I feel they are important to bring awareness to)

Summary: Making the transition from your small, rural homeworld to Coruscant already promises to be tough. But when you’re employed to work at the Senate buildings directly under senator Organa and you’re also a guide dog user, things quickly become more complicated, in a variety of ways. Luckily, you seem to have caught the eye of a certain Marshal commander, who swears up and down that he’s not falling in love with you, but who, regardless, always has your back, and is always looking out for you.

A.k.a. 

The three times Fox makes sure that you get home safely. Plus the one time he ends up following you inside

Authors note: Hii anon. I was so happy to hear from you and received this request. As a fellow guide dog user, I have so many different experiences that I feel are worth sharing, so that more people are aware of the trials we face because as amazing as it is that we have these incredible animals, it isn’t always just a nice walk in the park. Which leads me to my next point. Because of all of these experiences that I want to highlight, this 1shot quickly evolved into a four part series, to give it the proper breathing room that I feel it deserves. I hope that’s okay, and I hope you still like this one. If you’d like to message me privately so that I can make sure you’re tagged in each subsequent update, please do. I’d be happy to do that

The first time it happens, Fox is admittedly running on his default, which is to say in plain terms that he is annoyed.

“Why is this my problem?”

Fox winces upon hearing the barely concealed snarl in his own voice through his helmet speakers. He could have phrased that better. He should have at least taken the courtesy to add “with all due respect” when leading into that sentence, even if both he and the trooper who has the misfortune of being at the other end of the line are both fully aware that he doesn’t intend to sound respectful in the slightest.

There’s a pause, a hesitation on the other end of the coms, which causes Fox to silently berate himself for his initial sharp tone. He reminds himself, as he does about 500 times daily, that he needs to be more careful with it.

This warning, for some reason, always falls on deaf ears. But still, Fox wagers that he at least keeps trying, and who knows, maybe one of these days, it’ll actually stick. It probably won’t.

“It’s just that the issue is occurring at the entrance closest to your office, sir,” the trooper begins before rushing to add, “but if you’re busy, we can send—”

“Don’t bother,” Fox sighs. “I’m already on my way there.”

Maybe he shouldn’t be on such a high horse, but really, being sent to investigate a loitering complaint is far above what he, as a marshall commander, should be doing. Despite this though, he privately admits that he’s been looking for an excuse to stand up from his desk chair and stretch his legs. Maybe if he’s lucky, he'll manage to shake off the aching twinge in his left shoulder, hunched from filling out a last-minute stack of crime reports that he had been on the scene of, all from the previous night between the hours of 1 to 3 in the morning. So really, he rationalizes, can anyone blame him for being more than a little bit pissed off at the interruption? 

Maybe it’s a sign that he needs a refill on his caf. 

He rounds the corner and, with what is in hindsight probably more force than is necessary, smacks a hand against an access panel. The door slides open, and a cool breeze hits him as he steps outside into the open air.

His eyes scan through the visor of his helmet, and to his annoyance he doesn’t see the suspected loiterer that he had been warned of, at least not at first. 

Sighing, he steps further out and past the awning above the entrance. Though the air is cool, the sun still shines, and the slight glow causes his eyes to catch on the gloss of your hair as you walk past, eyes nervous as they flick around. Sensing his presence, you pause, shoulders stiffening slightly as you turn to face him with trepidation. Fox also takes notice, his eyes widening in momentary surprise when he observes the guide dog harnessed at your left side, looking up at you with big brown eyes, as if silently trying to understand your sudden hesitance.

You, of course, have every reason to be suspicious of any unannounced or unidentified presence in your vicinity, especially now that you’re living on Coruscant. But, if you’re honest, you’re already on edge, and even though it’s still morning, the day has promised to be shit if the beginning of it is any indication.

Senator Organa isn’t in the habit of firing his junior staff for small mistakes like this, you remind yourself. Still, the thought, no matter how many times you’ve repeated it like a mantra at this point, doesn’t manage to calm your growing nerves, because regardless you’re still lost, and you’re still running late. You silently curse the pitfalls of being blind and using a ride-sharing service, and then you have to restrain yourself from cursing aloud when your eyes land on the silhouette parked a few meters in front of you.

You don’t have much vision. But with what you do have, it’s enough to deduce bright, contrasting colors. And the red splotches against white armor has you stopping dead in your tracks, because within the span of two seconds, a cold clarity settles within your stomach, because the red and white armor is distinctly and unmistakably that of a Coruscant Guard member, the visor of his helmet tilted, looking no doubt with suspicion directly at you.

Resisting the urge to bemoan the shortage of orientation and mobility droids designed to assist with transitions like this—which would have ensured that you would have been able to smoothly get yourself out of this situation in the first place—you bring your guide dog to heel before gesturing for her to sit, then slowly and hesitantly raise your eyes to the trooper, already feeling a mix of anxiety and guilt stirring in the pit of your stomach.

There’s a small sound from his helmet, a hesitation as he seems to clear his throat before speaking. 

“Personal Senatorial aides aren’t permitted to use this entrance,” he says, gesturing to the badge on the lanyard that hangs around your neck. 

He speaks as if this is a reminder that he’s given more than once, which you’re sure he has. Still, there’s an underlying sharpness to it that makes you jump despite your efforts not to react. 

“I, I know,” you say, swallowing before rushing to continue. “I didn’t mean to be dropped off here, sir. I took a Speedershare to get here this morning, and I didn’t realize the driver dropped me off at this entrance until I got out, and by that point it was too late, and I should have asked to verify which one he was going to but—”

“Hey, easy. Slow down.”

The trooper steps closer to you, and it’s only then that you register that you’ve been rambling, your anxiety ratcheting up with each word. Now that you’re silent, you can feel the way your heart is pounding. You’ve seen the Guard around, of course, but you’ve never really interacted with any of them. He’s tall, you realize as he stands in front of you and you look up into the visor of his helmet. Tall and broad, and you were already nervous before he showed up. 

But his hands are raised, in supplication or as an offering of peace, you’re not sure. But regardless, he doesn’t seem on the verge of scolding you further for your silly mistake, which is good, because your nerves are still so frayed from getting out of your ride only to realize that you had no idea where you were, and that apart from knowing that you were somewhere at the Senate building, you were effectively lost and alone. A scolding, delivered with just the right amount of displeasure, would probably be enough to make you start crying, which would make this day go from being the worst to certifiably irredeemable.

“Speedershare isn’t always the most reliable service. Your employer is Senator Organa,” he says, eyes once again scanning over your badge. “I’m sure he could arrange an alternate transportation service that is much more consistent and professional for you to use.”

“I don’t want his charity,” you say, and you can’t help the hard edge that creeps into your voice when you speak.

But really, you don’t. You know that he could, and knowing Senator Organa, he would be happy to do so. But it’s unnecessary. You grew up needing extra accommodations and things that, despite your teachers’ constant stream of reassurances, always made you feel singled out. 

You’re an adult now, and you don’t want that. You don’t need his charity, his pity, or to be added to his ever-growing list of things to worry about at the beginning and end of each day—an item to be checked off. 

As far as you’re concerned, the best thing you can do for the both of you is to keep this to yourself, and you’ll figure out how to manage sooner or later.

Fox takes a step back, able to recognize your quick deflection of his suggestion as a sign that he’s slightly overstepped, and he nods, glancing towards the door.

“Well,” he says, forcing his voice to sound lighter. “I suppose I could let you off the hook this once and let you use this entrance.”

“Thank you,” you say, before hesitantly adding, “I, I’m not familiar with the route to get to Senator Organa’s office from where we are. Would you, I mean, you don’t have to if you’re busy, but—”

“I’ll take you there,” he cuts you off, finality in his voice. “Do you, uh, need a guide or anything?”

Fox internally kicks himself for not knowing how to handle a situation like this, but you give your head a small shake, which allows him a moment of relief. 

“The color on your armor is bright,” you respond, and for the first time in this interaction, you smile. He can’t help but admire the way it seems to transform you, your previous nerves and worry disappearing like the sun breaking through the clouds. It’s quite lovely, he observes, and then internally kicks himself just a bit harder as punishment for that traitorous thought. 

Useless, he scolds. Unnecessary. But it’s already been thought, and he can’t take it back. He’s grateful for the helmet concealing his face, hiding the way his lips repeatedly twitch in an effort to turn upward as he hears you, your voice giving a soft, encouraging command, and the slight pitter patter of paws against pavement as your guide dog leads you to follow after him. 

He firmly resolves not to speak unless necessary until he’s taken you to the senator's office.

This resolve lasts for less than two minutes before he feels the slight brush of a wet nose against his hand and hears a small sniffing sound at his hip. Turning his head, he finds your guide dog, who has stopped walking and is sniffing at a pouch around his waist, and you looking sheepish as you stand behind him.

“Mandalore, leave it,” you scold, your voice lower than he’s heard it and with a suddenly authoritative edge that has his eyes widening slightly. You’re so little, he thinks, and all you’ve ever been whilst interacting with him is timid and quiet like a mouse. Seeing that side of you, as if flipped on by a switch, well...he can’t help but be taken by slight surprise. You pull back the harness, giving it a slight shake and the dog, with obvious reluctance, backs off, abandoning its curiosity.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, your cheeks heating with a blush. His hand twitches of its own accord, struck with an unexplained urge to reach out and touch, wondering if he would feel the warmth of your cheek beneath his gloved fingers.

Kriff, his internal monologue groans, disgusted. What the fuck is wrong with you today? He refocuses, looking down at you and shaking his head.

“Your dog’s name is Mandalore?” he asks, genuinely curious and unable to hide the amusement in his voice.

You laugh, nodding your head. “The one and only,” you grin. “Certain training schools do things differently. But the one we went to likes to name each litter by theme, and hers happened to be planets.”

You lower your voice, leaning in conspiratorially with a slight twinkle in your eye. 

“You know, for a Mandalore, she doesn’t look very intimidating, does she?” you ask, and he’s surprised, startled even, to hear the snort of laughter that is pulled from him as he nods his head, looking down at the guide dog who’s unaffected, her professional mask barely concealed behind a tail that wags at him and big, pleading eyes that seem to pierce through his soul.

“No, she really doesn’t,” he agrees, and your grin widens.

“I’ve always joked that if a burglar broke into my house, she wouldn’t bark or growl or try to bite at them,” you say, still smiling as you continue to walk. “She would simply flop down on the ground at their feet and roll over to demand a belly rub.”

“Well…” he says, and faintly, in the back of his head, he registers that he’s 

actually smiling. Huh, he thinks, taken slightly off-guard by the strange feeling. He can’t remember the last time that’s happened. It’s almost slightly disturbing. “If she’s not a fighter, she at least has some good distraction tactics.”

You laugh, your previous nerves surrounding getting lost and being late all but forgotten. It’s a nice sound, bright and lively, and Fox, the Maker help him, finds that he wants to hear it again.

“She probably smells the treats I keep in my pouch for Grizzer,” Fox explains, slightly rueful. He rolls his eyes and pretends to dislike it every time Hound brings the massiff to his office, citing that his panting is distracting, and that his drool gets everywhere, which is disgusting. Those things are both true. But Fox also can’t help but appreciate the warm weight of Grizzer’s head against his leg or the large, imploring eyes the massiff gives him when he knows that Fox has food. 

“I figured it would be unprofessional of me to offer one to her,” he continues, and you nod your head, glancing down.

“It would, but...” you begin slowly, calculating as you clock the staircase you’re approaching and turning your head to look up at him as a slow smile pulls at the corners of your lips. “If you give it to me, I could give it to her by proxy if you want.”

He nods, unzipping the small pouch, guiding you to hold out your hand as he places several small treats on the palm of it, which already has the dog vibrating with eagerness. But you don’t give in right away. 

“Forward,” you say, gesturing your head to the small set of stairs. The added incentive makes the dog quick on her feet, and you have to tell her to slow down as she rushes to comply, guiding you towards the stairs, barely able to contain the excited trot in her step. “Okay, Mandalore, show me where the railing is.”

The guide dog turns slightly, changing course to lead you towards the railing on the far right, placing her front paws up on the stairs and pausing, turning her head to look up at you for approval. 

“Yes,” you beam, stroking a hand along her head. “You learn so fast. Good girl.”

Fox watches, a smile on his face as you hold out your hand with the treats, giving it a few taps against the railing before opening your palm, offering it to her. She eagerly gobbles them up without hesitation, her tail never ceasing its happy little wiggles, which makes Fox want to laugh.

“You know,” he says, stepping up beside you and beginning to mount the stairs. “On second thought, maybe she is a fighter. I mean, she looked like she was ready to take off your fingers along with the treats.”

“When it comes to food, she definitely is,” you say with a grin, following after him. “If only all burglars came covered in peanut butter or dog treats, I’d feel much safer about our odds.”

You both snicker, and the rest of the journey up to the senators’ offices passes in a relatively comfortable silence apart from Fox giving you a few quiet directions as you make your way through the halls. You never fail to turn your head and smile at him each time he warns you of a crowd of people incoming so you can maybe take a step to the side, or if you need to turn left or right at this next intersection.

He isn’t sure how to describe it, but his heart does something strange each time you do. 

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience...” you trail off, uncertain of the trooper’s name as you stand outside the doorway to Senator Organa’s office.

“Fox,” he responds, and he’s quickly struck by the strangeness of how he felt compelled to give you his chosen name first instead of his rank. That, he thinks, is definitely odd and out of the ordinary, but he recovers himself quickly. “Commander Fox,” he adds, and your cheeks rapidly heat with a blush.

“Oh, Force,” you groan, covering your cheeks with your hands and closing your eyes, mortified. “I’m sorry, Commander. I didn’t mean to inconvenience so much of your time.”

“Don’t worry,” he says, and the brush of gloved fingers against your arm is barely there, brief and gone in an instant, but it’s enough to startle you out of your embarrassment, your eyes widening as you look up at him. “It wasn’t an inconvenience,” he says, sounding so sincere that you lose any ability to respond to that, falling into a silence in which the both of you simply stand, contemplating each other.

Fox, for his part, is struck by the realization that, for once, he means every word he’s just said. 

“Well,” you say, blinking as you try to shake yourself out of your stupor. “Regardless of the circumstances, it was lovely to meet you, Commander, and if we ever encounter each other again, you may want to introduce yourself by name if we speak. Every trooper shares the same voice, which makes it much harder for me to differentiate between you all, and I’d hate to mistake you for someone else and embarrass the both of us any further. At least, more than I probably already have.”

“Right,” he says, equally as slowly and strangely hesitant for this conversation to end but not knowing what else to add. “Understood.” 

“I should go,” you say, feeling suddenly shy as you give him a small smile and turn to the door. “See you around, Commander,” you murmur, giving him a playful wink.

You step into the office, not waiting for his response. It takes him a full 30 seconds of just standing there out in the hall listening to the sound of dog paws tapping against the floor, growing distant as you move out of his listening range, to realize that you left him—completely and deliberately if the smirk that was pulling at the corners of your lips was any indication—with a blind joke.

He chokes, uncertain of if he’s allowed to laugh—of if it would be completely inappropriate for him to laugh. His cheeks heat with belated awkward embarrassment. He shakes his head, making a note as he forces his feet to move and forces himself to walk away, heading back in the direction of his office.

The next time he sees you—and he can’t help the strange and foreign hope that twinges in his chest at even the thought of seeing you again—he’ll have to ask you.

Until then, he thinks, giving himself a firm shake as he maneuvers himself through the halls of the Senate building. He resolves to keep you—the girl with the pretty smile, the hair that looks like it was made to run fingers through, and the infectious laugh that he still hears clear as a bell even now that you’re gone—far from his thoughts, ordering himself to stop acting like some sort of lovesick puppy and for kriff sake to just get back to work.

*

Fox, to his consternation, is unsuccessful.

The whole day, as he goes about his tasks—filling out reports, sending requisitions to the Senate, doing patrol—he can’t stop thinking about you. 

Your smile as you tilted your head to look up at him, your warm, encouraging demeanor as you worked with your guide dog, the excitable pup looking up at you like you’re her whole galaxy, the way that he had been able to make you genuinely laugh...

Okay, maybe his bar for sharing friendly interactions with natborns was insanely low up to this point. But knowing that he had brought that out of you had felt strangely good, leaving a warm, unfamiliar feeling in his stomach that lingered every time he thought of it.

He’s so unsuccessful at keeping his mind off of you during the workday that it’s still early in the afternoon when he pulls up your file on the database, scrolls through your work schedule, and at the end of the day is standing outside of Senator Organa’s office waiting for your shift to end.

When he sees you come out, Mandalore, sensing his presence before you do, happily begins to waggle her tail, her footsteps quickening as she leads you out of the office. He calls out to you, and you turn, searching for the voice.

“It’s Fox,” he says, removing his helmet and tucking it beneath his arm. “From this morning.”

Is he imagining it, or do your eyes actually light up when you spot him? 

“I just wanted to make sure that your ride picks you up without complication,” he continues. “Not that I don’t think you can do that on your own,” he rushes to add, his cheeks heating slightly. He’s already gotten the sense that you don’t like being underestimated, and he respects that. “I can make sure that you have detailed instructions in the app so that your driver knows exactly which entrance to collect you.”

“That would actually be super helpful!” you exclaim, and there’s no masking the relief in your voice as you pull out your comm, fiddling with it for a second before passing it to him. “I’ve been meaning to ask someone to update them, because I have a vague idea of what each entrance looks like and how to describe them, but honestly, I don’t think it’s enough to be helpful.”

He takes the device from you, and working quickly, types up detailed directions on how to get to the staff entrance along with a description of its surroundings. He pastes a copy into your notes for good measure so that you’re able to keep reusing it at your convenience. He explains all this to you as he passes it back, letting you know your ride is booked.

“You’re an angel, Fox,” you say in a relieved breath, beaming up at him. “Moving here has been so stressful as it is, and getting used to the transit options is just one more thing on top of that.”

You miss the way his cheeks go pink, but you do catch his quiet, breathy chuckle as he awkwardly avoids your gaze. 

“Right, well,” he scratches at the back of his neck, looking down at the ground. “Your ride should be here soon. Want me to come with you and make sure it shows up?”

“I don’t want to hold you up if you have other things to do,” you say uncertainly, biting your lip.

The truth is, you so badly want to say yes. Waiting for a Speedershare on your own can be anxiety inducing. So many things can go wrong. Your driver might not be able to find you, and when they call and ask you for directions, you aren’t able to provide them with much help. They could drive past and cancel altogether once they realize you have a service dog. Or worse, they can turn it into a full out yelling confrontation. In all cases, you’ve learned, your anxiety is significantly lessened if someone else is with you, ready to back you up at a moment's notice.

It’s true, you’ve only met Fox today. But his presence is steady, safe, and you get the sense that he would stay without question and without hesitation. But you also don’t want to become his burden.

“You’re not,” he states, hooking his helmet to his belt. “And I’m not. Come on, let’s go find your ride.”

And that’s exactly what he does. 

He leads you out towards the pick-up point, and when the speeder gets there, he verifies the plates, opens the door, and helps you inside, waiting patiently for your guide dog to tuck in her tail before beginning to let it close. Before it does though, before it drives away and you’re left wondering if and when you’ll ever see him again, he speaks, his voice low and carrying the softest, lightest undertone of teasing.

“See you around, mesh’la.”

It takes you a moment, but as you drive off, the echo of the words you had jokingly thrown over your shoulder at him just this morning flashes through your memory, and before you know it, you’re tipping your head back against the headrest of the seat, quietly laughing to yourself, uncaring of the driver giving you a funny look from the corner of his eye as he picks up speed, driving away from the Senate building.

You’re still smiling as the speeder rounds the corner, and the building, as well as Marshall Commander Fox, disappears from view.

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[brokenanxiety]

thoughts i have about luca fantilli as a bf

leaving you little notes for you to find around your place

you will be his passenger princess (this is a non negotiable for him)

always offers to pay when you go out on dates but sometimes he will give in to your arguing and let you pay

luca is sunshine personified and would def go for the quieter girl (he totally believes opposites attract, grumpy x sunshine)

gives you a jersey to wear for his games

if luca is in the nhl when you date (he gives you his umich jersey to wear instead of his nhl team because its more special to him that way)

luca is so great with your family, it def only took one meeting with them to be convinced that he is the perfect guy for you

has a basket in the trunk of his car with things that you like/need just incase you need something while you are out running errands or on a long drive

he has a list in his notes app of all your favorites (what you order at restaurants, favorite chips, favorite brands, collectibles that you like)

is definitely the type of boyfriend that has pic of the two of you in his wallet

always asks you to help him with his tie, even though he knows how to tie it himself

luca is def an acts of service and physical touch boyfriend

luca is not afraid to use his puppy dog eyes to get you to do something

he is definitely the talkative one in the relationship

luca always needs to be touching you when you are out (holding hands, hands on the small of your back, hands on your thigh in the car)