#like yeah he's a good person and a softy deep down. but he started out

[ataviisms]

i do... i do want to write crime lord waylon... i just think it would be neat to explore his darker side more in threads.

[as-sweet-as-a]

Heyyyy I absolutely love love LOVE your work and I saw this thing that @mandarinmoons posted and it said “Spencer Reid is the type of person to bend down and tie your shoelaces and then give you a kiss on the knee once he’s done.” I was wondering if you’d be willing to write something like that

AHHH omg!! tysm!! i hope this meets expectations :]] (also stalked checked out the account you mentioned and fell in love)

strawberry laces - s.r.

summary; you're meeting diana for the first time and literally could not be more nervous contents; reader is a nervous wreck, spencer is the best boyfriend ever, fluff words; 549

You had just finished fixing your hair, finally deciding how to style it after about 97 different options. Spencer drifted past. He paused behind you to put his hands on your shoulders.

“We’re going to be late.” He reminded softy. His hands gently rubbed your shoulders, trying to calm you down. You were meeting his mother for the first time today and Spencer couldn’t tell who was more nervous about it. But, he figured out a while ago that the best way to calm himself down was to help you calm down.

“I know, I’m sorry. Does my hair look alright?” You asked, fiddling with a few strands. Diana knew you existed. Spencer had told her nothing but good things about you. Yet, you were so worried you’d mess it up.

“It looks perfect.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, careful not to mess your hair up. When you first did your hair, Spencer made the mistake of saying it was ‘fine’. You’d been spiralling since.

You nodded and stood up. “And my outfit?” It was a casual meeting, Diana would be meeting them with her carer at a coffee shop. However, it was hard to judge ‘casual’ when your boyfriend wore cardigans, ties, and shirts everywhere he went.

“Mhm, really encapsulates the whole meeting my boyfriends diagnosed schizophrenic mom for the first time thing.” He grinned, trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.

“Spencer, I’m being serious.” You scolded.

He walked forward and wrapped his arms around you, holding you to him. Your arms came around his back, the sleeves of the cardigan you borrowed far too long. “I know, I’m sorry.” He rested his chin on your head. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks… I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” You mumbled into his chest.

He nodded and took one of your hands, bringing it over his quick heart. “I am too. But it’s going to be fine, I promise.”

You took a deep breath. You let yourself linger in Spencer’s loose embrace a moment longer before nodding. “Okay… yeah, I’m ready.” With your newfound confidence, you headed to the bedroom door.

“Shoes.” Spencer reminded.

You turned around and walked back to him. “Shoes.”

He was holding the pair of Converse you had laid out and got down on one knee, tapping his leg. You chuckled and put your foot on his thigh as he helped you into your shoe. Your laugh brought a smile to Spencer’s face. He tied the laces in a neat bow and pressed a kiss to your knee. He patted the side of your leg.

“Next one.” As instructed, you swapped which foot you were balancing on Spencer’s thigh. He gave it the same treatment, an even bow and a kiss on your knee. When you were back standing on both feet, Spencer rubbed your legs with his palms soothingly. “It’s going to be fine.” He repeated. You smiled down at him and cupped his face.

He stood up and gave you a quick kiss. “Now, come on. Before she starts wondering where we are.” He smiled and took your hand. You grabbed your bag and headed to the door again.

You glanced down at Spencer’s mismatched socks and grinned. “Shoes, Spence.”

He nodded and turned around. “Shoes.”

[alottiegoingon]

hc!friends to lovers

natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

summary: going from friends to lovers with nat

warnings: golden retriever gf x black cat gf dynamic, nat is secretly a softie, drugs and mommy/daddy issues mentions, cursing, pure fluff, not proofread

𖧊 to this day, nat still has no idea on how you two became friends. you were too different

𖧊 it started with you complimenting her makeup once and she was so rude cause she thought you were making fun of her

𖧊 “your eyeliner is so pretty,” you tried to be nice just to receive a “fuck off” and a middle finger right to your face. you were flabbergasted! you were just trying to be nice to a pretty blonde girl and now you were her enemy?

𖧊 your huge smile disappeared in seconds and when nat realized you weren’t mocking her, she got desperate. “oh, shit. you were actually serious?”

𖧊 she was constantly being slutshamed and harassed by the mean students and the idea of being complimented by you didn’t even make it to her head

𖧊 you were too sweet for her taste. too smiley, too happy, too soft and too excited. her words, not mine. but damn, you were pretty

𖧊 not that she would ever tell you that, but being friends with you was better than spending her days alone or with the other two guys she had for friends but were nothing but drug buddies

𖧊 “dude, what the fuck is that?” she grunts at the second you show her one of your favorite songs by backstreet boys “it’s so cheesy!”

𖧊 you held her arms and made her dance with you and she was so embarrassed and tried to brush it off by complaining a lot but her eyes didn’t lie. she kinda enjoyed that

𖧊 then, late at night when she’s unable to sleep, she secretly listen to the too happy and annoying shit type of songs you liked just to think of you :(

𖧊 she eventually found herself enjoying the cranberries, spice girls and lots of your catchy pop or soft songs while doing chores and would never forgive herself for that

𖧊 at first, nat was easily annoyed by you. by your overwhelming enthusiasm and positivity and how you would always see the good in others even if they didn’t deserve

𖧊 however, that didn’t mean you wouldn’t speak up for her. if anyone was caught talking shit about nat, you were always the first one to have her back. “excuse me? hi. that’s my friend you are talking about and you might wanna apologize to her right now!”

𖧊 bless your heart you really tried to be scary like her. at least the intention was there right

𖧊 “i don’t need you to defend me,” she was already snarling at you but you could see in her eyes that she didn’t mean that. she just didn’t like being vulnerable in front of others

𖧊 nat was tough, she could take care of herself. you knew that but you couldn’t let anyone be mean to her

𖧊 “i know, but i care about you!” “yeah, whatever 🙄🙂”

𖧊 and it worked the other way around as well. a single threatening glance of nat was enough to make anyone scared of even saying your name. yes, you were a pain in her ass but she was the only one who could say that

𖧊 “but you just said she was annoying,” her friend kevin defends himself from her scary look. “don’t call her that, asshole”

𖧊 nat couldn’t invite you over to her house trailer so you would usually hang out at your house or secret places she knew

𖧊 nat is a really lonely and independent person and that’s a consequence of her unstable childhood. running away from the mess she had for parents, she eventually discovered a nice small park with pretty trees around and thought it would be the perfect hiding spot

𖧊 smoking with nat? obviously a must. you would give her the old speech saying that it was terrible for her physical and mental health (🤓☝️) even if you were 100% sure that she wasn't listening and was just giving you ironic commments. "you don't say, princess"

𖧊 deep down, very deep down, she appreciated you

𖧊 “kevin told me he caught you listening to backstreet boys yesterday” you smile at her, watching her messy bleached hair cover half of her face as she smokes

𖧊 “fucking kevin,” she mutters under her breath and it’s the perfect opportunity to play around with her. “aren’t you gonna deny it? wow, you must really like me, nat”

𖧊 “shut up, princess.”

𖧊 it was meant to be ironic but since the first time she called you that, you two were sure that it was nothing but a caring nickname and you were a complete sucker for it

𖧊 spending time together became a casual thing and as essential as breathing. that didn’t go unnoticed

𖧊 showing up to support her on a game day or just practice, holding a big sign with her name written with gliter gel pens and smiley faces and cheering so loud that people near you had to cover their ears

𖧊 thanks to that, she was so flustered that couldn't focus on the actual game

𖧊 classically, the yellowjackets would always make fun of her when you were around but especially when you weren’t. “are you happy that your girlfriend came to see you today?” van teases nat and suddenly she became their favorite subject to talk about

𖧊 “she’s not my fucking girlfriend!” she flips them off and storms off to hide how unbelievably red her cheeks were

𖧊 nat didn't take long to realize she felt different about you. but her doing your eyeliner to match her after you insisted didn't help. it was pretty hard to mantain her toughness when you were lying in bed with her on top, straddling you with face so close that you could smell the blunt in her breath

𖧊 "thanks, nat. what do you think?" you ask when she's done

𖧊 "not bad. thanks to me, obviously," she acts casually but she's like 🧍🏼‍♀️😊😮‍💨😵 seeing you with her goth ass makeup

𖧊 being jealous of you near anyone who would say hi to you was also a clear sign

𖧊 going from friends to lovers with nat would be something hard for her at first. she isn't used to trusting people that much. loving someone? what was she thinking?!

𖧊 this means that she would definitely push you away, intentionally or not, and would act weird for days until you finally confronted her

𖧊 and she tries to be rude to make you leave but it doesn’t work. eventually she opens up about her feelings, shaking and at the verge of tears, and you hug her tightly

𖧊 “i like you too, nat”

𖧊 holds your chin when kissing you 😵‍💫

𖧊 jealous girlfriend that was always there to keep an eye on you but wouldn’t say the words “i’m jealous” even if her life depended on it

𖧊 dating nat meant her having part time jobs to save money for weeks just to buy you something nice for your birthday or to take you to a special place in a special occasion. you cried like a baby

𖧊 you were aware that she struggled with money and you weren't rich either, so you kept things discreet. you would come to her with a tape with lots of songs that reminded you of her, "nat, you won't believe what i made you!"

𖧊 “i have no idea, baby..." but she definitely did cause you would do that at least twice a month

𖧊 she would be the first one to say “i love you” accidentally and got so stressed trying to fix her mistake with a cough but you had heard her and was freaking out, smile from ear to ear

𖧊 “you’re a moron, i love you” it took her five seconds to go from 😁 to 😧

𖧊 “i love you too.”

𖧊 when it comes to affection, i feel like she would be hesitant at first, not knowing what to do. having sex with random people was really different from wanting to show her love for you, it was harder

𖧊 realistically, nat wouldn't be the touchy type. she never really experienced affection from her parents (at least not in a long time), so it would be something new, but wouldn't be opposed to it once she realized how comforting it felt

𖧊 100% touch starved. you stroke her cheek once and she's tearing up already

𖧊 pretends to be bothered but always melts completely when you kiss her and loves to hold hands and intertwine fingers

𖧊 not everything was perfect and sharing feelings wasn’t easy for her. either way, you were always there for her, listening to her talk about her shitty parents or just comforting her after a bad day

BONUS!!!

𖧊 if the iconic barbie movie was released in the 90s, you would BEG her to wear pink clothes to go to the movies together and she would deny it every single time

𖧊 “but it would be so cute! we would match 🥺” you insisted, knowing that she was so close to cave in

𖧊 “it’s gonna make me look stupid, i don’t wear pink. quit it, princess,” nat nods, convinced that you would eventually forget about it

𖧊 a week later, nat is found at the movie theater looking like a damn flamingo

𖧊 “what happened to you? met an unicorn on the way here?” shauna mocks her as soon as she sees the blondie wearing a bright pink suit and black boots, matching your same color dress

𖧊 “shut up,” she gives them her middle finger

𖧊 “happy wife, happy life,” tai murmurs and she just nods, defeated. shauna, tai and van, all in pink thanks to your incessant pleas, followed her to get the tickets while you and jackie were excitedly buying snacks and pink popcorn containers shaped like barbie’s car

𖧊 (she definitely cried at the end and you had to kiss her tears away)

[quotidian-oblivion]

ok. fine. guys. Full disclosure.

I was a superman hater. Like I hated that guy. Big blue boy scout? All noble and never does any wrong? Beefy and handsome all brawn? Gets defeated by any semblance of brains? All of his fights consist of him smashing things around and yelling and grunting?

Nah. Don't like him.

But

But.

MAWS? Yeah no, I've seen like only four episodes and I already am a Superman LOVER is what I am now. Like that is characterization to the best!

LIKE YES! ANIME MAGICAL GIRL SUPERMAN? THAT IS EXACTLY WHO SUPERMAN SHOULD BE. HE IS A MAGICAL ANIME GIRL WITH THE SAME PERSONALITY AND AWKWARDNESS EXCEPT IN WHITE BOY FLAVOR. GIMME. NOM.

Handsome body, but cutie patootie face is exactly what he should look like. And a big damn softie and Good Person is what he should be on the inside and outside. I don't want him mean or confident or ugh Noble. I want him a little bit gullible and a little bit innocent, and I want him to be Confident in a way where he's confident in himself and feels comfortable with himself. And I want him to have a noble heart, not be Noble.

You get me? That is good characterization.

And him being THE most awkward and stuttery little buff cutie guy? Yes. That is exactly who Clark Kent is. Superman is Clark Kent's disguise. Clark Kent should not be Superman's disguise. Because Ma and Pa ain't raise no Superman nah, they raised a son. And Clark Kent is a son. Superman is a sun (to the people of Metropolis and also gets his powers from the sun, didja get the pun? OH MY GOD THAT RHYMED).

AND LOIS LANE?

OH DO NOT EVEN.

THAT IS A WOMAN WRITTEN RIGHT. LIKE YES SHE HAS HUMAN FAULTS WHERE SHE LEARNS TO OVERCOME THEM! YES SHE ISNT GIRLY BUT SHE ISNT COMPLETELY TOMBOY EITHER BUT COMFORTABLE IN HER OWN SKIN! YES SHE GETS EQUALLY FLUSTERED JUST LIKE CLARK AND ISNT ARROGANT OR LOOKING DOWN AT CLARK IN FAVOR OF SUPERMAN! YES SHE IS A STUBBORN LITTLE GAL PAL WHO NEVER GIVES UP BUT ALSO KNOWS WHEN IT IS RIGHT TO DO SO!

AND FUCK YES SHE FIGURED OUT WHO SUPERMAN IS HERSELF BECAUSE SHE IS AN INDEPENDENT AMAZING WOMAN WITH BRAINS!

And don't even get me started on Jimmy. I like that he actually is there and not pushed aside like he always is 😭 Please, I love Jimmy and I love that he and Lois are like besties so far. I really hope nothing bad happens to his friendship with the other two, I can already see him third-wheeling.

Also, I will never shut up about how the best characterisation I've seen of Superman in ages is him being a magic anime girl. He's a special little flower.

ALSO CAN I JUST SAY THAT HOW MA IS THE ONE TO GIVE HIM THE UNDERWEAR ABOVE THE SUIT BECAUSE I SUDDENLY HAVE A DEEP RESPECT FRO THE SHORTS NOW BECAUSE MA MADE IT WITH HER BARE FUCKING HANDS WHICH ARE HARDENED BY THE LOVE AND WORK SHE DOES FOR HER LITTLE BOY.

[syndullqs]

soft mornings — clone trooper headcanons

summary — what soft mornings look like with some of our favorite troopers

warnings — painstakingly soft, gn!reader, some cheeky moments with cody, might be a part 2

note — UH YEAH ITS BEEN A MINUTE HI! this won the poll so it’s FINALLY out. sorry if it sucks…pls enjoy!

arc trooper fives

shore leave with fives is not short of fun

but there’s also moments where the two of you just need to relax together

you’re sipping a cup of caf one morning, reading something on your datapad when fives walks in, his hair tousled which is coupled with the grey sweatpants

aka he’s lookin fine af

he sits down next to you on the couch, and you watch him as he settles his head on your shoulder

fives is clingy, but especially in the mornings

you set your datapad down on your lap, and with your free hand your buried your fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp.

which earned you several grunts and moans from fives

“you’re a mess,” you would tell him, and he’d only bring himself closer to you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“but i’m your mess,” he’d look up at you with the biggest brown eyes full of love and ugh

once that man gets caf in his system though it’s over

captain rex

due to unpopular belief, rex is not a morning person

like he would rather be stuck in bed, curled up with a blanket than be anywhere else

so when he is on shore leave, the bed is his best friend

not that you would be complaining

the sun would be peaking through the curtains, brushing against his skin, casting shadows on his muscles.

aka he looks ethereal

you sit yourself on your elbows, running a hand over his back and leaning over to press kisses between his shoulder blades

rex just groans, not wanting to wake up and face the day, but also the feeling of your touch is sending him through the roof.

“good morning, my love,” you would hum in between kisses to his shoulder blades

“mornin’,” he mumbled back.

aka an absolute softie

mornings with rex are always soft, always warm, and always safe

rex has never felt safer whenever he’s with you on shore leave

captain howzer

now this man, THIS MAN, is a morning person and boy does it show

he loves getting up before you when he’s on shore leave, making you breakfast and a hot cup of caf

he loves the quiet mornings despite how rare they are

you’d get up after feeling his lack of being there, following the smell of breakfast

you’d wander into the kitchen, find howzer standing with his back to you

shirt off ofc

you’d wrap your arms around his middle and rest your cheek between his shoulder blades

a very sweet and very warm moment for the both of you.

the feeling of your arms around him secures him in place, it tells him he’s ok.

you’re his safe place

“smells absolutely amazing,” you hummed, earning a deep chuckle from howzer

“glad it does, it means i’m not burning it,” he replied as he twisted his body to kiss you on top of your head.

howzer loves cooking, even if he’s not that great at it

you definitely teach him

mornings with howzer are soft, but be ready because the slowness to the morning doesn’t last long with him

commander cody

if there’s anyone out of this bunch who’s cheeky in the mornings it’s cody

but he has his soft moments too

he doesn’t stay in one position all night, he’s definitely one who will fall asleep one way and wake up another.

he wakes up first, and when he sees you’re still asleep?

he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

he’ll watch you for a bit before he brings you closer to him, wrapping you in his arms

you would slowly wake up, but would melt right back into his touch.

it would be all soft, cody running his fingers up and down your back

and then he’d start kissing your neck

“cody!” you would squeal out in surprise

“what? you’re my breakfast,” he’d say casually

“whatever, lover boy,” you would blush.

his hands would roam, but they would respectfully

he never would do anything you weren’t comfortable with

so, mornings with him were always a little cheeky, but always soft and warm

commander wolffe

wolffe isn’t used to being on shore leave, no matter how many times he’d done it

but for some reason whenever he started dating you he eased up

clearly there’s an obvious reason

mornings are rough for him

he’s up early, sitting in the living room, with his sweats on and a hot cup of caf in his hands

mind you it’s not even light out

but you feel an absence without him, so you crawl out of bed and wander into the living room

“hun?” you softly called to him, and he turned his head to face you

wolffe definitely doesn’t get good sleep

so, when he sees you wander into the living room, his shoulders sag and he relaxes.

“couldn’t sleep, so just came out here,”

you sit yourself in his lap, and he absolutely loves it

he loves you being close to him; it helps him relax and it does help him sleep

the two of you would sit there, in silence, and wolffe would focus on you and your presence

you’re his grounding point, and no matter how quickly sleep evades him, you always manage to help him rope it in

commander fox

we all know that fox isn’t a morning person. like, at all.

when he gets a chance to sleep in, much less sleep at all, he’s sleeps HARD

fox is also a cuddle bug, fight me

like he wants to be close to you, but he doesn’t want nor like anyone knowing that about him

mornings with him are always started with him refusing to wake up

“we’ve got to get up, my love,” you’d groan, trying to wiggle out of the tight grasp he had you in

“i’m off, no we don’t,” he’d mumble into your neck, causing shivers to crawl down your body.

so you would lay there, your fingers threading through fox’s curls

he’d feel the safest with you, he’d feel seen by you, and those two things were the most important things to him, besides you of course

“what if i make you breakfast and caf?” you hum into his ear

now, that gets him going

“i’ll get up for that, especially since you’re making it,” he lifted his head out of the crook of your neck and kissed you

you’d end up laying there still, by the way

probably end up falling back asleep because who wouldn’t want to cuddle fox and tell him he’s gonna be ok

[lesservillain]

an on the outside story.

summary: a new edition to the family

“Too nice?” 

You raise a confused brow as you read the little info card on the outside of the kennel. The name “Killer” had caught your attention as you approached the barred door. When you saw the dog itself a chill ran down your spine.

This dog looked big. Like it could rip the head off of anyone for looking at it wrong. It sat quietly, the only dog not barking amongst those at the shelter. His eyes were on what you thought was you at first. But when you shuffled over slightly, you realize he’s looking right at Eddie, who stands behind you with a grin.

“Oh, yeah,” the kennel girl chimes in, “Killer’s owner wanted him to be their guard dog, did all the training and whatnot. But they said that he didn’t listen to them and was too nice, not the right fit for a guard dog. So they dumped him here with us.”

“Can we see him?” Eddie asks, a glint in his eyes as he approaches the kennel.

You whip your head around, looking at him incredulously. “What?”

“Yeah of course!” The girl seems excited that Eddie was interested in the dog. “He’s really such a sweetheart. And a huuuuge cuddle bug.”

“It’s name is Killer,” you whisper anxiously to Eddie, but he ignores you. You grab his hand, squeezing it nervously.

The girl goes to open the door, and you start to tense up. The dog watches quietly, eyes still set on Eddie. You feel nervous, afraid of what this dog might do to your fiancé if he gets the chance to. 

But, once the door to the kennel finally opens, its whole personality flips. Suddenly he’s tapping his feet and jumping around playfully as the kennel girl greets him. When she waves for you to come in, Eddie’s hand slips from yours and he takes a step in. 

“Hey there, buddy,” he says in that chipper tone people talk to animals with, “Aren’t you just a handsome man.” Killer gets excited, turning in a circle and giving a deep bark. Eddie kneels down to his level, giving him head scritches and ear rubs. “All big and scary on the outside, but you’re just a big ol’ softie, aren’t cha.”

“Sounds like someone I know,” you say sarcastically, taking a cautious step into the kennel. You crouch down next to Eddie and Killer just about loses his mind when he starts getting attention from two people at once. He flops over on his belly, letting you scratch while Eddie pats him on the chest, playing him like a drum.

The three of you play for a while in his kennel. The way Killer carries his toys so very softly in his mouth makes you giggle. You also learn quickly that tennis balls make him lose his shit after taking him out to his run.

When the kennel assistant comes to check on you, you and Eddie look at each other. “Can we get some adoption papers?”

On the way home, Eddie wants to stop at the pet store. Killer came with a spiked collar and chain leash but you decided to leave them behind, opting to use one of the leads given by the shelter. Killer didn’t pull at all, but Eddie wanted to start running with him the next morning, so a proper collar and leash were needed.

“He’d been cooped up in that kennel for how long? Yeah, trust me babe, I know that feeling. He’s gonna love running, aren’t cha, Bud?” Eddie reaches into the back seat where Killer pants happily, patting him on the head. You’re glad you put a blanket down with how much he’s drooling back there. 

Once inside, you pick out a nice leather lounging collar for the house, and Eddie picks out a good harness for him when you’re out and about. The both of you take Killer down the toy isle and let him pick out some toys, and he goes absolutely bananas as he tries to fit as many toys in his mouth as he can. 

When you get to the checkout area, you stop when you see the tag machine. “We should probably get him one of those in case he gets out. Like put his name and our address on it.” Eddie agrees, the three of you standing in front of the machine. Looking through the options, you decide the classic bone shape is the best, and all that's left is to input the name. 

Neither of you moves, looking at the little keyboard as it waits for your input. You look over at Killer, then to Eddie, who seems to have the same thought as you. 

“Okay so what are we going to call him then?” You laugh. 

“Uh, what about…Rex?” 

“Rex,” you scrunch up your nose, “he’s not a Rex. Right buddy?” 

Killer’s ears perk up as you talk to him, almost dropping the duck toy from his mouth. 

“Fine, you got any ideas?” He crossed his arms. 

“Hmmmmmm,” you place a hand on either side of Killer’s big head and peer into his eyes. You rub his ears as you think, feeling the density of his noggin in your palms as you look him over. A smile makes it way on your lips, and you look at Eddie matter- of-factly. 

“His name is Bear,” you say, standing up straight, facing Eddie. 

“Bear?” 

“Yep, he told me.” 

Eddie looks down to now Bear, stares at him for a moment, and then nods his head. “Yeah, his name is Bear.”

And Bear has no issues when you bring him home. He really was well behaved, knowing a lot of tricks and commands, including bumping his nose on the back door to tell you to let him out. Eddie even played fetch with him while you cooked dinner.

When Wayne stopped by to drop something off, Bear was instantly on him, begging for attention. Wayne was pulling his old grumpy man act, but you saw him give bear some ear scritches when he thought no one was looking.

 As soon as its time for bed, Bear gets comfy at the end of your bed on his new dog bed. You’re under the covers as you watch Eddie bend down and talk to Bear. 

“Goodnight, Bear. I’m sorry you had to be locked up for so long. Your new mommy knows how to make a guy feel at home, though, so I think you’ll be just fine.”

[come-away-with-me87]

It Takes Two Chapter 1

Summary: There are only two people who don't realize that you and Shouta Aizawa have feelings for each other; and that's you and Shouta.  When you start to see someone new, will those feelings come to light?

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Pairings: Shouta Aizawa | Eraserhead x Fem!Reader; Fem!Reader x Original Male Character

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Warnings: Throughout this story, there will be some fluff, some angst, and some smut.

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Over the course of the years, Principal Nezu decided it would be best for Shouta Aizawa to have a teaching assistant for classroom 1-A, which is where you came into the picture.  It wasn't because Shouta couldn't handle the students; he could handle them perfectly fine.  Nezu just wanted to take some of the work strain off of Shouta's shoulders, especially after the rise in attacks by the League of Villains.  You started working at the high school two years ago, and became very good friends with Hizashi Yamada, Toshinori Yagi, Nemuri Kayama, and many of the other staff members at the U.A. High School.  Your primary job was to assist Shouta with keeping the students in line, come up with lesson plans, and help grade papers.

Your Quirk was telekinesis; you could move objects around as you pleased, but as soon as you took a new breath, the object would fall.  If you needed to move an object from far away, you had to hold your breath the entire time.  It could be a pest at times, but overall, it was a useful Quirk to have.  You've used your Quirk in the classroom at times to mess with the students, such as the time you moved Katsuki Bakugo's pen while he wasn't looking while taking notes.  He was furious, automatically blaming poor Izuku Midoriya, "GIVE ME BACK MY PEN, LOSER!"  Shouta didn't find you amusing.

You and Shouta sometimes had disagreements in his teaching methods, and would argue back and forth.  You were considered more laidback and chill, whereas he was more strict and stern.  Even though you two had your arguments, you knew that, deep down, he was a softie when it came to his students, always encouraging them to overcome their limits.

While you've worked with the man for two years, you didn't consider yourself necessarily close with him, and that was because he always seemed to keep you at arm's length.  You tried not to take it personally, but you still couldn't help but wonder if he actually liked you or not.  Out of all the staff members at the school, you were closest with Hizashi.  Since you knew Shouta and Hizashi were best friends, one day, you asked Hizashi about it.  "I wouldn't worry about Eraser too much, you'd know if he didn't actually like you," he had told you while looking at you very thoughtfully.  You weren't sure why he looked at you like that at the time, but you would later figure out why.

Unbeknownst to you; Hizashi, Toshinori and Nemuri have actually had many discussions about you and Shouta.  They said it was obvious that you two had feelings for one another, and there were only two people who were completely oblivious to it: you and Shouta.  They believed that's why he kept you at arm's length, subconsciously avoiding his feelings for you.  And they also believed that's why you were so concerned as to whether or not he liked you, because you had feelings for him, as well.  Little did you know, they were in the process of devising a plan to get you two to actually see each other

You opted against living at the teachers' dorms, and instead had your own apartment about fifteen minutes away from the high school.  One day when class was over and the students had left back to their dorms, you stayed behind to help Shouta grade papers.  You tried to make small talk with him, but he would just give you one-word responses or not say anything at all.  Yeah, you know what Hizashi previously told you, but this man did not like you.  You finished grading your portion of the papers, handed them over to Shouta, and said, "goodnight, Mr. Aizawa."  He replied with a simple, "see you tomorrow, Miss L/N."

******

To be continued...

[jinnify]

stray kids as your halloween costume partner 🎃🕯️

disclaimer: the pictures are just meant as a reference ^^ feel free to alter it to your liking~

bang chan: the corpse bride and victor

sauur :( 

you were balls-deep in some Loving Chris Juice when you suggested this

dude had NO IDEA how in love with him u were

so you kinda just

“haha we should dress as the corpse bride…jk…but we should”

Chan didn’t really say anything he just kinda shrugged his shoulders and agreed

you guys ended up going to a party chan had been invited to earlier in the month 

which honestly kinda annoyed you since you had wanted to go trick-or-treating but didn’t say anything

The entire night you kinda just hovered around chan, inwardly crying whenever a person came to flirt with him

“you good?”

“yeah, just kinda bored since I don’t know anyone here”

“wanna go trick-or-treating? instead”

lee minho: gomez and morticia addams

Minho took it seriously when you told him the addams family was your favourite movie

he promptly suggested you guys dress as gomez and morticia

even going as far as dyeing his hair black that night

“babe, c’mon. you know i’d look amazing in a suit,” he winked

there was really no arguing with minho once he had made up his mind about something

plus, he really did look good in a suit

cue you staring at his ass all night

you had both opted for giving out candy the entire night, dramatically opening the door together whenever you got a knock

halloween night was chill for the pair of you

you gave out candy

you made out a bunch

and you were knocked out in bed by 10 pm

seo changbin: rapunzel and flynn rider

LISTEN

you have had a vision since even BEFORE you started dating changbin

Changbin was the absolute embodiment of flynn

The Confidence? Check

The Charms? Check

The Face? Check

The Body? Check

The Absolute Need to be flirting with you? Check

not to mention how much of a softie he truly was

Changbin was absolutely perfect as flynn, you will not be taking any objections

he was absolutely down to wearing matching costumes with you

maybe even more excited than you to be dressed as flynn but anyway

you spent your night with your friends, having fun trick-or-treating and trading candies together

“you already know i hate reeses cups why are you trying to trade them with me!!”

one thing about changbin

he was going to whine about nothing

“Fine! Here! take me snickers!”

hwang hyunjin: howl and sophie

I mean hello

Who are we Fooling here

Hyunjin Is Literally Howl

it was actually hyunjin that came up with the idea to dress as howl and sophie

He had started to grow out his hair the year before when you watched the movie to be able to dress as him

“YOU LOOK SO CUTE DRESSED A SOPHIE”

He wouldn’t stop hugging you

or shaking you by the shoulders

You were a little scared he was going to end up hurting you by accident with how much he was shaking you

“Hyunjin please let go of me”

“BUT YOU LOOK SO CUTE WITH YOUR GREY HAIR”

pls help idk why hyunjin’s is so hard to write for im sorry my hyune likers i tried

han jisung: raven and beast boy

ok look

Jisung is a certified Alt Girl Lover™️

and who is more of an alt girl than the og raven

he couldn’t wait to bring the idea up to you

boy was literally shaking while explaining his idea to you

he was so excited lmao

As his best friend, you had no choice but to follow along

“Only if you go as beast boy”

“bro are you kidding? I’ve had the costume for like a week already?”

“did you buy me mine?”

“uh, no. get your own shit”

You did in fact make him buy you your costume on halloween night

He got it off craigslist and only washed it once :/

You ended up going to a club and getting drunk together

“Haha wouldn’t it be crazy if we kissed?”

“jisung , it this your way of asking to kiss me?”

“maybe”

lee felix: beauty and the beast

“I think felix would look prettier as belle”

seo changbin how could you

of course felix suggested you to be belle but your pride had already been hurt by then

so you just let him go as belle

He really did look prettier 😔

It was actually really fun going out in these costumes

A lot of little girls came up to take a picture with him

It was the cutest thing

He did end up asking you to change into your original belle costume you guys ended up going to later on in the night

“Y’know changbin was wrong, right?”

“Nah, you really are so pretty lix.”

suddenly you guys were all sappy for each other

How could u not when felix was dressed like a literal prince

You left the party early to go home and cuddle <3

kim seungmin: ghostface and michael myers

The only one taking this halloween shit SERIOUSLY

at this point in your guys’ friendship, you knew better than to deny seungmin the pleasure of causing chaos

ofc being seungmin’s best friend meant going along with his shenanigans

No Questions Asked

so when he got to your apartment with a ghostface mask and black robe in hand you already knew what was up

“what are you going to be then?” 

“your mom”

“Do Not speak on my mother you bitch”

anyway he didn’t end up telling you lmao

he waited until halloween to show you instead

“aren’t you a little too short to be michael myers?”

“I’m going to kill you with a rock”

seungmin spent the entire night terrorizing people like the menace he is

“just so you know, if you end up getting jumped I'm not helping your ass”

yang jeongin: papa smurf

“Is this a bad idea?”

“nah”

It Was A Bad Idea

the blue facepaint stained your face

for Three Days

you had to walk around campus with a blue face

because jeongin wanted to dress up as smurfs

You didn’t really think much about it the day of halloween while jeongin was painting your face

But afterward, you tried beating jeongin’s ass

You got made fun of by the rest of your friend group for being dumbasses but beside that you were pretty okay

All you can remember from halloween night is daring jeongin to climb onto the roof of the house you were at and cannonball into their pool

He missed by a few inches and broke his fibula because of how drunk he was

No regrets

[thewintersoldier111]

(Sad warning) This story is about Fem!reader self harming, and Bucky finding out. (Trigger warning! Blood, wounds, and cussing!) There might be some misspelling, but not everything is perfect. You all are amazing! Love you all! 💕

Your brother Bucky is the best brother ever. No doubt about it. He's kind, sweet, caring, and even though he's not that way towards others that much, when it comes to you, his sister, he's a complete softy around you.

But last night you both had a major argument. The biggest argument in a while, and you actually were really scared of him. The way he yelled, raised his voice and stepped in front of you, towering over you. It was fucking terrifying.

You knew Buck would never hurt you. Hell, even lay a single finger on you. But you couldn't help but feel afraid, knowing all too well that Bucky could lift you up with his bare hand and throw you across the room.

You both were just having a normal argument that night, just back talking to each other and saying rude things. But it quickly got worse when you said, "Yeah, and no one likes you because your a fucking killer and you dont want to admit that fact." Bucky instantly went quiet, and that's when he started yelling at you, telling you that you were a horrible person and sister, that he wished you dead.

Why the hell would he say such a thing? Maybe because you have said that to him a few times before? Who knows. But the way he said it to you like he was dead serious made something trigger something deep in you.

You went to bed that night, the air filled with tension, even though you guys were both in your own rooms across from each other in the Stark Tower.

You closed the door and locked it, making sure to lock it quietly for Buck not to hear. You knew Bucky wasn't going to come to your door after the heated argument, but you locked the door just in case anyway. You took in a shaky breath, his words echoing in your head.

*"Yeah mother fucker! I wish you fucking dead!"* Just those words made your heart pound and tears run down your face.

You looked up, looking to your right at the dresser that held the blade in the bottom drawer under some socks. You stared at the drawer, contemplating whether to grab the blade or just forget it and go to bed and sleep your worries away.

You weren't going to do that though. Tonight was just too much, and you knew that you had to do something about these worries and wash them away. You slowly walked to your drawer and crouched down.

You reached your hand out, gripping the drawer handle and opening it. As you did, pairs of socks, underwear, and a few bras. You reached in and grabbed the pair of socks and there it was. Your blade.

You stared at it, your eyes never leaving it. You swallowed thickly and grab it gently, the corner almost cutting your finger just by the smallest touch. The blade glimmered in the moonlight that shined through the window in your room.

You stood up and held it in your hand. You walked over to your bed and sat down on the edge. You sighed, trying to think if you should do this again. You do this almost daily, cutting yourself when you have the time to.

You closed you eyes, taking a deep breath in to calm your racing heart. You exhaled out slowly and then opened your eyes. You looked down and then started to roll up your pant leg of your baggy pants that were black.

As you did so, tones of scars and fresh cuts that you did yesterday were littered all over your thigh. It was something you felt calm over. Hurting yourself made all the pain and worries fade. You found it satisfying to look at the cuts and scars. You looked at the blade in your hand once more, getting a good look at it, almost like you were making sure it was really there in your hand, or that it wouldn't fade away.

You then slowly but surely put the blade to your thigh, pressing the sharp tip to your skin, feeling the cool metal almost threaten to poke through the skin. You then took a deep breath in, pressed down and swiped your skin quickly.

Your breath hitched, and you didn't even dare look at the cut for a moment, knowing that the cut was really deep, just by how it started to slightly burn and sting. Your hands trembled, but felt your mind slowly becoming numb. You then after a few seconds looked, and your eyes wided as you looked at the deep cut on your thigh.

It was deeper than the rest you have done in a while. You watched the blood quickly start dripping down the side of your thigh and into the wooden floor. *"Thank God we have wood floors and not carpet"* You thought in your head.

You hesitate, wondering if you should cut yourself again or call it a night. You thought deeply, but did it anyway. You pressed the blade to your thigh, and once again, dragged the blade against your skin quickly. Your heart raced and you looked at the two deep wounds you created, and you knew it was going to be a pain in the ass to patch up due to how much it was bleeding.

You shakily sat the blade down on the bedside table and then just watched the blood drip onto the floor, making little, *"tap,.. tap,.. tap"* sounds against the floor. You knew you shouldn't bleed out too much, but the words Bucky said to you still dance in your head, spurring you on to bleed out more than you really should.

After about three minutes, the blood started to stop dripping, only dripping slowly. A pool of blood was on the floor below your thigh. You felt off now, your head more light than it should be. It felt as though you were in the clouds. Like you were on a drug.

"Y/n... Can we talk?" Bucky says through the bedroom door, and your heart completely sinks right to the pit of your stomach. You could have sworn you almost threw up, that's how scared and nervous you just got. You didn't know what to do.

You were almost panicking. Your heartbeat increased and your head spun slightly. You quickly pulled down your pant leg, the cuts instantly stinging. You almost hissed out loud, but held it back. You were basically panicking, and you took a deep breath in... and out. You didn't know how to think or what to do.

You ran a hand through your hair. "Y/n?... I can hear you. Open up,... Please" Bucky says, softer this time. He could sense something was wrong, and he didn't know what it was. But he could tell that just by the way he heard your heavy breathing that you tried to put under control... And a strange smell he couldn't quite put together. He knew he needed to know if you were okay.

You swallowed thickly, your saliva coating your dry mouth. You took in a deep breath and slowly walked towards the door, making sure not to make your wounds worse. You hesitated to open the door, nervous to even look at Bucky.

You knew you couldn't wait any longer, knowing well enough that Bucky hated when he didn't get an answer from anyone. You then put your hand to the doorknob, unlocking it slowly, trying your best to be quiet while you do it. You then sighed heavily and opened the door. Bucky stood there, in his usual sweat pants and no shirt since it was bedtime.

His instant words caught you off guard. "Why was the door locked" He said in a worried yet stern tone that sent a chill down your spine. Fuck, what were you going to do? You stood there pale in the face, breath ragged. What were you going to say or do? You were so bad at making up stuff that you knew he would notice you lying.

"I-... I just-... I didn't want to be disturbed tonight is all" you say with a shaky breath, you heart racing faster than it was just a minute ago before you opened the door.

Bucky stood staring at you, but to your luck, he took a step back, looking you up and down from head to toe, and his heart sank. He stared at your hands, your hands bloody and shaky. His breath hitched as he saw the big blood spot on your thigh, your blood soaking through, and he quickly grabbed your arm, his grip firm yet gentle.

"What did you do?..." He says quickly, his heart pounding faster and faster. You stared up at him, not knowing what to do or even say in that moment. "It's nothing-" You say, but get cut off. "Don't you dare lie to me. What the fuck did you-" Bucky looks up, into your room and he feels sick almost instantly.

His eyes went wide as he stared at the pool of blood on the floor, and then at the blade on your bed, and he knew this was his fault. It was all his fault. He did this to you and he didn't know what to do. You stared at him, your eyes watering with tears. "Buck-" You get cut off again. "No... No, no, no" He says and shakes his head. He lets out a breath, a tear rolling down his face. He grips your arm a little more and quickly leads you to the bathroom.

You stayed silent as he did so. He picks you up as you reach the bathroom and sets you on the sink. He doesn't say anything as he quickly crouches and gets a first aid kit underneath the sink. He pulls it out and sits at your side on the sink. He opens it up and looks at you. "Y/n..." He says, his eyes full of worry, fear, sadness, and tears.

"Pull down your pants" He says gently, another tear going down his face as he speaks, his voice wavering.

"Bucky... I-... Please, I don't want you to see..." You say, scared and full of worry.

"Listen to me," Bucky starts sternly and full of worry. "Take your pants off. I don't give a fuck about anything else. Just-..." He lets out a small sob. "Pl-please... Just-" He couldn't even finish his sentence as he felt himself about to break down, his heart almost shattering.

You let out a small sob as well, sniffling as you both cry. You don't hesitate and simply take your pants off, putting them down to your knees. Bucky looks at the cuts and his eyes go wide at the deep wounds on your left thigh, and the scars littering your thighs. His stomach starts to feel upset, almost on the verge of puking.

The cuts are still bleeding, but not as bad as they once were. Bucky grabs the toilet paper and grabs some of it. He puts it to your wounds, making you hiss at the contact. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" Bucky says under his breath and wipes off the dry blood a bit. He then puts the bloody toilet paper in the toilet, flushing it and then grabs gauze pads and puts it on the cuts.

He grabs a big bandage and starts to bandage your leg up, careful not to hurt your wounds. You watch him, his shaky hands working on you, and you almost feel like you were drowning in guilt from how this affected Bucky.

You didn't know Bucky was going to come to your bedroom door just minutes ago. And if you did, you would have never done this at all.

Bucky then looks at his work, seeing you all patched up making him feel just the slightest bit better. But of course, he wasn't feeling better though. He was far from that. He knew this was his fault, and he will never forgive himself for it either. He stares at the bandage over your wounds for longer then he should.

He soon looks into your eyes, not caring to put the stuff back into the first aid. He looks deep into your eyes, his eyes full of tears, sadness, and pure guilt. You stare back into his eyes, and you let out a small sob. He sniffles and cups your face, making you look at him, his forehead leaning against your's.

"I'm so- so fucking sorry... " Bucky says through tears. "I never meant it... I- I never meant it... I-..i don't want you-..." He sobs and leans his head against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you. "I don't want you gone... You-... You mean so much to me... Please don't go... Please don't" Bucky says as he sobs against your shoulder.

You sob and clutch onto him tightly, your body shaking with each sob that racks your body. Hot tears run down your cheeks.

"Im-im sorry... " You say sobbing against Buck's shoulder. "I thought it was for the better- and..." You say, but Bucky pulls back, looking into your eyes.

"Don't say that," Bucky says through a sniffle. "Don't you dare think- think that you deserve this,... that it's for the better..." He says and leans forward, kissing your forehead gently, his lips lingering there while you shake with sobs. "I love you so much... I fucking love you, you hear me?" He says as he lets out a sniffle. "You're my damn sister... I love you so much. More than anyone an' anything in this world" Bucky says while kissing your forehead again.

You whimper slightly as you sob, and you nod your head and babble, "I love you too" Your words send a warmth in Buck's chest, even though this moment is downright depressing. Bucky holds you closer than he has ever before, and slightly rocks you both while you both let out small sobs here and there.

After around twenty minutes, your eyes started to grow heavy, your eyes puffy and light pink from crying so much. Buck continues to hold you anyway, practically scared to let you go and let you go back to your room.

He doesn't let you though. "Come here" He whispers softly, picking you up carefully and slowly walking to his room with you in his arms. As you both reach his room, he closes the door behind him with a gentle 'Click' with his foot and walks over to his bed. He lays you down gently and softly.

He leans down and gets in bed slowly. As he does, he covers you both up and pulls you against his chest, your breath warm against his chest. He sighs shakily, a warm tear falling from his eye while he holds you close. As he does, he closes his eyes, and promises himself that from this day forward, he's going to take care and keep you safe no matter what the cost is.

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This is so sad 😭 But I love it so much.

[otaku-tactician]

if you reblogged the character ask post, can you do 6 (something you have in common with the character), 12 (a headcanon you have about the character), and 24 (what character from another fandom reminds you of them) for a cu chulainn of your choice?

Hello, thank you for the ask ^^ I appreciate it a lot. Sure, I'll go for Lancer Cu then.

OOF I WROTE SO MUCH AS ALWAYS XDD

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Depression This is a really good question, to be honest. I've looked up to Lancer Cu for a long time, and never used to think he and I could possibly share anything in common- but as an adult, I'm starting to realise maybe we do.

Let me think... Firstly, maybe in enjoying the small things? Lancer Cu does a way better job of that than me, though. But yeah, sometimes the small things bring the most joy. I can't compare our lives though as Lancer's had it very rough.

I guess he and I also share saying things that can cross the line in common as well. Though it seems like he does it more to tease, I tend to accidentally just let things slip TT-TT and regret it immediately after. We can both be very impulsive and stubborn.

What else... Maybe we also share the goal of personality development in common, as well? In fate, it seems like Lancer has changed a little from who he used to be, and is working pretty hard in various senses. I also am trying to become a better person because holy moly, I was a even more wild mess back in my past, as well. So I guess he and I got that in common LOL

Do Lancer and I share much in common? Technically, he is my blind spot in terms of character analysis, so he and I may share more or less in common than I can consciously recognise.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

This is less a headcanon but more something that's been hinted at in canon, too- that Lancer Cu may very well also be the guy who also helps from the background. Yeah I get he says a lot about how heroes have to be flashy and stand out- or there's no point in heroism, but some of that does also read as a cover, for other aspects of him that can sincerely assist others without any prompting or praise. Maybe that is why FGO calls him 'aniki', because he does help out the same way a reliable sibling does.

Like when he ignores Bazett's order to kill the watcher from the church, instead settling for scaring them off. Or how he seems to often watch the events of Hollow Ataraxia from a distance. There's a side to him that feels very private and more clandestine in his feelings and activities. Maybe he's a softie deep down or something XD I'm embarrassed talking about this lol.

I am not sure, but he is a very multifaceted guy; but seems to have a really warm and soft side that watches out for others; on top of the sides that are a bold hero, sides that are ruthless, and sides that sometimes get way too swept up in his urges, too. That's just my take on him, though!

He also seems a bit nihilistic inside... That's just my read. He looks tired. Yet he's still going. That's pretty impressive to me.

And maybe he does have many regrets, maybe Lancer is just trying to seem as if he's got everything covered- when deep down he may be feeling a lot of mixed emotions about many things.

I understand if these points may be seen as disagreeable, but I can't help but feel like Lancer is keeping a very tight lid upon his innermost heart. Don't get me wrong, he's very familiar and intimate with others, but there just feels like there's something he's guarding with his life.

Could it be his ideals? Like as you said with Cu Alter defending his honor at all costs, could Lancer Cu very well be the same? Are they defending their wish with all they've got?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Thanks! This is a really good ask, as well. I often watch a lot of things and go 'this guy reminds me a little of cu!' And then I forget LOL. Overall, Cu feels pretty unique; however he does share numerous aspects in common with other characters, in my opinion.

One example I think of is Luka from Tokimemo Girls' Side 3, but not as in that they're very similar (they're pretty different personality wise); but they share shallow traits in common such as- a love for nature-related activities, need to chill on their own sometimes, and seem very light-hearted on the surface; only then for that to eventually give way to all the suffering and difficulties they are truly feeling inside.

He does also remind me a little bit of Kamina from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagaan. That kind of character with an incredible self-drive and bombastic personality- that is concealing a lot of pain and fear inside reminds me a little bit of Lancer Cu, for some reason.

And he reminds me of the dog named the Irish Wolfhound. I think because these dogs make for impeccable hunters and have a lot of energy, but are also the kinds of pets that can also be pretty gentle, kind, friendly and calm. That juxtaposition in nature reminds me of Lancer a lot.

Sorry, I am not too sure. There's loads of guys who may love a good battle, are very bold on the surface, be a funny flirt, act lighthearted whilst concealing a darker side, can toy with opponents during battle, and those who serve loyally to their cause. They remind me a little bit of Cu Chulainn, but not many characters really strongly remind me of him.

Thank you! ^^

[quack-quack-snacks]

Oh! I meant to say that Eunyu was Hyunsu's love interest in the series and Jiso was his love interest in the comics.. So it's never a good idea to reply to any messages right after I wake up because I didn't make a tiny bit of sense. That's my fault. I should've learned to never do that.

Yeah.. They only kept a few details the same? But everything else was completely changed. Apparently, the crew of the show said they were was only enough plot (from the comic) to make one season out of it. I still think they had to make a decently long enough series without the over the top changes. I understand, and even tolerate, some changes from the comic and show without having to change everything about the whole story. And I might have been fine with the storyline for Yisu and Yikyung if they gave them more story than that. In my opinion.

I know that the only reason why they had killed her character off was.. At least from what I know is because she's supposed to be in the new season of Squid Games. Because scheduling conflicts for production.

If I'm being honest. I am not someone who actually cares about ships in most media, it's rare for me to find ships I actually like, but that just might be me being that way. So If there's a rare chance that I do write any stories I have, it's usually canon characters being shipped with all the original characters. But it depends on the story. (I know not many people enjoy original characters, reader or even self insert characters though. So I know it's not gonna be for everyone. Everyone's different when it comes to those stories. But that's just usually what I prefer.)

Usually, when it comes to plot for writing a canonial story, I would try combining the plots of the written work and the live adaption work, if I can because might have enjoyed plot points in both versions as it is. Which might make me indecisive or even fickle when it comes to plot in my writing. But every adaption in fandoms have things that I might love and hate, some I might conflicted about and everything like that.

I don't necessarily hate Eunyu as a character. Well.. Maybe. So I really have to admit that I hated her character in season one, because there were many times that I thought she was annoying in my opinion. But, if I'm being honest, I actually liked how she never treated Hyunsu that differently when he transformed into a neohuman compared to every other character who mistreated him (minus a few people who didn't). But then she started being more tolerable as season one progressed, and she somewhat had more backstory in seasons two and three too. Though sometimes I have that "cunt" personality too, so maybe I may be thinking of her on how I might act and react in certain situations.

I feel that honestly.

I will admit i hated eun-yu all throughout season 1. It was nice how she treated HYun-su as an equal and whatnot but she made a terrible first impression when we met her on the roof as Hyunsu was about to off himself and whatever and i have hated her ever since tbh. I just feel like she's so insensitive and i know thats her character and whatever and like shes a softy deep down or something along those lines but i still really dislike her.

The only reason i kind of like her/tolerate her is because she's a badass in season 2 and 3 but other than that i don't really care for her character.

[skylar19737]

______________________ Just A Little Longer - RC Series Part 3

WC: 1.0K~ Warnings: Small bit of cursing __________________________________________________

Rehani's POV: After about 15 minutes or so the ear piercing sound of the first bell rang throughout the cafeteria, signaling everyone to head to their home room.

Sighing, I mumble out, "I don't wanna go yet... I just wanna.. um" I can't say that to him out loud, what the hell am I thinking? He's just going to think I'm clingy.

"You just wanna what?" He asks me sweetly. My goodness this man is going to be the death of me. Forget it.

"I just wanna stay here, with you Dove." I answer, trying to hold back a smile when he gives me a wide grin and places small butterfly pecks across my face.

"Aww. You're adorable, and of course we can. For like five more minutes that is." He smiles out.

"That's not long enough." I say, holding his mid section tighter to mine in the process.

"I know sweetheart. How about after your game we go get a ton of snacks and cuddle at my place, yeah?" He whispers into my ear, kissing the shell of it gently after.

"Okay. You have yourself a deal, gorgeous." I say in a soft tone. I put my head against his chest and take a deep breath in,

"Mmm, you smell good." I tell him in a hushed tone.

A deep laugh rumbles throughout his upper body and I smile at the sound. I love his laugh. It never fails to always make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Not only that, but it lets me know that I'm making him happy. That's all I want for him if I'm being honest. "I love you, Reh-" He's then cut off by a familiar victory noise by the one and only.

"Ha ha, in your face! Get some! Wooo!"

"Leigha, baby, please. Chill out."

"Pfft- as if, I refuse to until you admit that you lost to me. Plus, I won the bet so pay up!" She says to him.

The both of them sit down opposite of us and Cole begins to say, "What the hell did you guys even bet on? I already know that it wasn't Kai's idea." 

Kai shakes his head in response while mouthing the words 'help', and plants his face into his lover's neck.

Gently putting her hand in his hair and rubbing softy she says, "Well, the two of us played a game of Jenga... and we decided that the loser would have to do whatever the winner said. And since I won, we are coming to your game today Rei Rei."

I'm honestly not even surprised at this rate. It seems as though they have a different bet going on almost everyday. "Why am I not surprised." Me and Cole deadpan simultaneously. She shrugs her shoulders with a goofy smile and plants a soft kiss to Kai's forehead, causing him to grin and peck her lips in response. My face drops. There's that feeling again... thank god I have this mask on, otherwise I'm sure that Cole would've noticed.

Cole's POV:

"Why am I not surprised." Rehani and I deadpan.

Kai's my best friend and sometimes I feel bad for some of the things Leigha does to him, but I know that she's perfect for him. However, that's not the main concern that I have at the moment, there's something wrong here. Or more specifically, there's something wrong with Rehani. It's like ever since we walked through the doors she's been off. I don't think I did anything considering that she's been cuddled up to me for some time now, but her warmth against me isn't keeping my worrying tendencies away. We normally tell each other everything about anything , but I'm hoping that I didn't make her uncomfortable. Feeling her start to move away I tug her back tight against me, "Where do you think you're going, Princess?" I say in a low and stern voice. Typically, I'm not a super over protective or overly bearing person but sometimes I get nervous, scared even. Scared that maybe one day she'll want to leave me for someone else, scared of the possibility that Rehani never wanted me in the first place, and most importantly, I am utterly terrified that she doesn't love me or never has.

She is my everything, if I lost her I would be devastated, and quite honestly she's the only reason I have to continue living. Before her my life was total chaos. Being a popular kid isn't all that it's cut out to be. Having to put on a different face and personality just to hide what was going on on the inside was exhausting. I used to always try and pretend that I was okay, pretend that I was happy, or that I didn't need help... but eventually all of those bottled up emotions became too much for me to bare, and I started to have suicidal tendencies. At first it was just my depression and anxiety at work, but then I started hurting myself; cutting, burning, biting, hell I even tried drowning myself at one point, but no matter what I did nothing ever seemed to fill that insatiable pit of darkness in my stomach craving for the one thing I thought I couldn't have; love. That was the one and only thing that was missing from my life back then. But thinking back on it now, I guess I could blame all of that on my terrible excuse of a mother, that's a story for another day though. Refocusing on reality, I look at Rehani as she responds. "It's time to go to the locker rooms for gym or we're going to be late. Plus, we get to play volleyball today. As much as I love playing basketball it's nice to have a little break from it every now and then. Come on, let's go." Standing up further she grabs my hand and pulls me up next to her. I smile softly. "Yeah, okay."

Yeah sure, this world can be hell and cruel and do whatever the fuck it wants to, but she makes this life worth it, worth living. Which is just one of the reasons why I am indescribably, indubitably, and unimaginably, in love with her. I love you Rehani, more than anyone or anything. And I can swear that my feelings will stay the same, no matter what happens.

[redsoul-writing]

Heyy!!

Can I request a headcanon for Law and Shanks (separate) please? Where fem s/o is a VERY honest person and so she somehow makes them blush?

I hope you don't mind the details of the ask! And thank you if you do it!

Have a good day writer-sama! :D

Hey!! Thank you for the request anon, I love Shanks and Law so much omg. These scenarios are so cute, I tried my best on this, hope you like it! (Even though I wish I thought of something better)

SFW, somewhat suggestive comment on Shanks’ part but not really.

Red Haired Shanks

Y/n arrived in the kitchen, and it seems nobody was in there. Well, yeah it was quite a bit past breakfast, waking up later than usual. Thankfully there were still some left overs for her. Knowing Shanks, he probably saved some. How cute <3.

Pancakes and some eggs, yum. Y/n was so into her food, she failed to notice Shanks enter the room.

“Hey, Y/n!” The red haired said, coming up behind her and embraced her.

Y/n flinched a little, being surprised by the sudden entrance. “Good morning baby.” She giggled at Shanks face, slightly tinted by a sweet rosy color.

Shanks noticed she had this somewhat dazed expression on her face.

“Whats up, you thinking about something?” He asked

“hm? Oh, nothing. I just enjoy it when you touch me.” Y/n replied, casually

Shanks laughed, but then he noticed what she’d said. his face felt a bit hot, and he sat down next to her.

“I saved some for you.” He said, trying to act cool.

Unfortunately, Y/n can see through him because, well, he’s Shanks.

“I figured. You’re so sweet.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Shanks was hyper aware of Y/n’s actions today. She’d always been very honest and open about her thoughts, but for some reason he never seemed to get used to it, always making him flustered. He enjoyed it though.

Y/n looked at Shanks, still deep in thought. Her eyes were admiring his figure, but mostly his chest peeking out of his semi-open button up.

“You still thinking about my hug? I can do more if you want.” He teased, or atleast tried to.

Y/n didn’t seem to notice it though, only hearing the question.

“No, I’m just admiring your abs. So sexy, and they’re all mine.” She answered casually once again, unaware of the effect it has on Shanks.

Shanks noticed immediately this time, and a deep blush set on his face. “Heh.. yeah.”

y/n finally seemed to notice that the rather talkative emperor was quiet and his face was redder than usual. She laughed.

“What are you laughing at?” He wasn’t being rude, just genuinely asking.

“You look so cute when you’re flustered. Your face is almost as red as your hair.” She teased, chuckling.

Y/n laughed when Shanks turned his face so she couldn’t see it.

Trafalgar Law

This guy may seem rough on the outside, but he’s just a big softie on the inside…mostly for y/n.

Law was checking over y/n after patching her up. She’d gotten injured in an encounter against the marines before boarding the Polar Tang. He’s been scolding her on and off in the past few minutes for being so reckless.

“What did I say before battle?” He asked

“Don’t be reckless.” Y/n sighed

“And what did you do?” He continued

“I fought?” She said, unsure of what answer he wanted

“No, you charged straight into battle without a second thought to your surroundings.” He squeezed the bridge of his nose in between his index and thumb.

“…I still won though.” Y/n mumbled

“Not without a bullet in your thigh— how were you even running after that?” Law asked, genuinely baffled

“Uhh Adrenaline..? Who’s the real doctor here?” She laughed a little before Law continued his scolding.

“Whatever, the point is you were being reckless, and that’s why you’re here with me wrapping your bandages.” He finally seemed to finish

“I like being with you though. In that case, maybe I should do that more often..” She started thinking to herself

Law was taken aback by this honest comment, then he cleared his throat.

“I feel like everything I’m saying goes in one ear and out the other.” He sighed

Y/n laughed

“This isn’t funny! What if you’d gotten seriously injured?” Law was losing patience

“I’ll always have you to fix me up after.” She winked

Law looked away, trying to stay angry at Y/n.

“You look so cute when you’re mad.” She broke the silence

Law looked back at her. He was caught off guard by her remarks, even though he knew they were just her usual genuine thoughts. She just can’t help it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She cocked her head

“Nothing.” He crossed his arms and looked down

He reminded her of a kid who’s mother answered ‘No’ when they asked for something.

“Look at me?” Y/n asked of him

“hm?” He looked up, now looking down at her. (He’s just tall)

“Come closer.” She had this focused look on her face

Maybe there’s something on his face?

He walked closer to her, and leaned down face to face.

Y/n put her hands up, and held Law’s face in her hands, confusing Law.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked, somewhat muffled by her hands almost squishing his cheeks

“What? No, I just want to hold your face in my hands.” She said, squishing his face a bit more.

Laws tan face was tinted pink, and Y/n noticed despite her hands covering half of it.

“Are you blushing?” She teased him

“What? No!” He stood up straight and closed his eyes.

“Still trying to stay angry, huh?” She snickered

Y/n got up and hugged Law, wrapping her arms around his frame. “Love you, Traffy.” She smiled, snuggling against his chest.

Law hesitated as his heart was still registering her sweet words, almost as sweet as her warm embrace.

He followed, hugging her tight against himself.

“I love you too.” He kissed her head

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

the idea of this makes me laugh but it’s early in you and josh’s relationship and you’re having sex and just out of pure impulse he says something like “take it like the good slut you are” and like SMACKS his hand over his mouth and starts profusely apologizing before you can tell him you liked it

Oh the beginnings of a new sexual relationship.

The way the two of you would be kissing, completely stripped and hands clawing all over eachother. You and Josh have had rougher sex before, it's not often but you love the way he takes over your body. His hands kneading over your breasts, your thighs and ass being gripped tightly as he kisses and nips at you. You gasp as Josh rolls you on to your stomach, your ass presented to him, "So pretty like this." He whispers, his voice rough and raspy, you wriggle your ass to him, teasing him. He lets his hand run down your spine, his hand on your ass, his other hand leading his cock through your folds.

He pushes deep inside you, pressing into you, "Fuck, Josh, oh God, yes, feels so fucking big." You whine out, your face pressing into the pillows, his hands grip around your thighs as he begins to move into you, quick and punishingly hard. The moans are practically punched out of you with the way he's slamming into you. "OH FUCK ME JOSH, FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT BABY!" You cry out, you are absolutely insatiable, feels too fucking good.

Josh smirks, "Yeah you like that?" "Oh fuck yes, Joshy, yes!" You whimper. Josh moves his hand to your ass, gripping you tight, it feels so good to be held like this, to feel his hands like this on you. He runs his hand along your ass cheek, "Yeah, take it baby. Take me like the slut you are." he spanks you with his palm, you let out a gasp at the shock of his touch, your eyes widening as his words register in your mind. He's never called you that before.

You turn your head to look at him as best as you can from your place on all fours. His eyes meet yours and they are wide as saucers. He moves his hand and clasps it over his mouth, his hips stilling. There is a silence that feels almost heavy, "I am so sorry, oh my God I cannot believe I just said that." Josh apologizes, you can't help but feel your heart swell at the sight, he looks so shocked at himself.

"Josh-"

"Fuck baby, I am so so sorry-"

"Josh its-"

"You know I don't think you're a slut-"

"Baby-"

"I mean, I'm a feminist for God's sake!"

"Josh!" You shout. He freezes, his eyes full of worry, he begins to pull himself out of you, "Don't you dare stop! It's okay, I liked it! Now fuck me like the whore I am and don't stop until I can't take it anymore." You demand.

Josh looks at you with a face of befuddlement, shocked at your words this time. He doesn't move, you roll your eyes and push back against him, letting him fill you back up again. You both moan at the feeling of his cock inside of you again, the way you press back and take control makes Josh's heart slam, he spanks you again, "Yeah baby? You like it when I talk to you like that? Wanna take me hard, huh?"

"Mmm yes, Josh, pleeeaase."

"Good. Because I'm gonna give it to you, and you're gonna take it, fuck." Josh groans as he regains his rhythm again.

You two continue this little roleplay, no longer afraid of the taboo, the feeling of it excites you to hear your softy Josh talk all possessive and aggressive, makes your head spin until he's fucking you stupid, unable to speak as you cum all over him, Josh finishing deep inside of you.

The two of you smiling like idiots afterwards, "Josh, baby, I want you to know something..."

"Hm?"

"You can still be a good feminist and fuck me like your personal whore. The two are not mutually exclusive." You chuckle out.

"Okay good, I was worried you'd think I was a real asshole or something."

"No, I loved it." You reassure him, he gives you a soft smile. You give him a tender kiss on the lips, "You're such a dork." You tease, he smiles, pulling you to him, loving on you until the two of you doze off in eachothers loving arms.

[sluttywonwoo]

take it off || k.mg x reader

Pairing: mob!mingyu x fem reader

Summary: as much as you hate to admit it, jealousy looks good on your fiancé 

Warnings: swearing, light smut (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n: reworked this old blurb originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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“Mingyu, slow down,” you said with a sigh, trying not to roll your eyes.

“What was he thinking?” Mingyu spat, not acknowledging what you had just said. He gripped the steering wheel even harder.

You watched as his knuckles began to turn white and rubbed his arm soothingly. “Baby, take a deep breath. Relax.”

He just shrugged you off and cursed at the car in front of him.

“Don’t fucking tell me to relax.”

“It’s not a big deal, Gyu.”

He actually turned his head towards you and looked at you this time. “You’re joking.”

You shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve had worse.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

You winced, knowing you’d probably made it worse and that Mingyu was likely now picturing the grimy hands of ill-intentioned strangers all over your body.

“I should have him killed,” he snarled.

To most, that threat would sound completely ridiculous or utterly insane, but your fiancé was the head of the Seoul mob-the South West branch anyway- and he was no stranger to violence. Having someone killed would be as easy as snapping his fingers.

You scoffed to call his bluff.

“You think I won’t?” he challenged and you groaned.

“You promised you were done with that.”

It’s true, one of the conditions of your engagement had been that Mingyu agree to put the more sinister side of his business to rest, and although you trusted him, in all honesty, you weren’t sure how well he was upholding his end of the deal.

“I’d make an exception.”

“Well don’t. I don’t want some poor guy’s blood on my hands.”

At that, the car screeched to a stop right in the middle of the freeway. The cars behind you honked and flashed their lights at Mingyu as they maneuvered to avoid a collision.

You huffed in frustration, wanting to bang your head against the dashboard. This was exactly why you didn’t like for Mingyu to drive himself: he pulled dangerous shit all the time like this. Literally, all of his other men had drivers who took them places and you desperately wished Mingyu would hire someone, but he insisted that it was safest if he was the one driving (yet here you were in the middle of the highway).

“You could’ve fucking killed us!” you shouted, more annoyed than anything.

Mingyu took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. But y/n, he’s not just some poor guy.”

“He was trying to get a rise out of you, Gyu. He fucking hates you, of course, he’d go after me, and he was drunk.”

Mingyu narrowed his eyes at you, foot still pressed firmly on the brake. “That’s not a fucking excuse, you of all people should know that. Why are you trying to defend him?”

“I’m not trying to defend him, I’m just saying he doesn’t deserve to die. Can we please just get home?”

Mingyu relented and put the car back into motion making you breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though he didn’t say anything else you could tell his mind was still going a thousand miles a minute. You watched him chew at his lip in silence and wondered what was going on in that beautiful head of his. Nothing good, you could be sure of that.

Mingyu’s mind was darker than most. Occupational hazard. He carried so much pain that you hadn’t known about when you first met him. He’d let you in slowly, keeping you at arm’s length for months, until he almost lost you. And then he knew he couldn’t keep things from you anymore. It was still a challenge to understand his thought process sometimes, but you liked it that way. How could a ruthless, power-hungry mobster also be the most loving, family-oriented person you’d ever met in your life? How could someone who dropped a grand on a dinner like it was nothing secretly rather spend one more night picnicking with crappy Chinese food on the bedroom floor in your old apartment? You couldn’t think of an answer, and you didn’t want to.

The guy at the bar tonight had been some rival of Mingyu’s. You hadn’t seen him before, but you could tell because when Mingyu got up to get the two of you more drinks he swooped in and laid it on heavy. He looped one arm around your waist and placed his other hand on your knee and began attempting to seduce you. Sure, you were uncomfortable but more than anything you were angry. And tired. Tired of being used as bait, something to get to Mingyu.

You didn’t want to make a scene so you listened to the asshole talk about how much better he’d treat you than Mingyu until your fiancé eventually returned with your drinks in hand, face beet red, eyes dark with anger.

The man, you never caught his name, left the bar with a broken nose. Mingyu left with bruised knuckles. You’d thought it would end at that, but of course, once Mingyu got started it was hard for him to stop. It was a gift in the bedroom, but a curse in the rest of your life.

Then, so softly you almost didn’t hear it, Mingyu broke the silence in the car and said “I know what he said to you,” and it all clicked.

Normally, a hand on your shoulder, thigh, ass was enough to set Mingyu off, but combine that with the filthy words he’d undoubtedly overheard spilling from the man’s lips… no wonder all he could see was red.

“Mingyu, I-“

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to start something.”

“Start something? Is that true? Or do you think he’s right?”

“No, of course not.”

“Do you think he can satisfy you better than I can?”

“Mingyu!”

“Well do you?”

You shook your head and rubbed your thighs together, fighting a shiver. As irritating as Mingyu’s jealousy could be, the effect it had on you was even more infuriating. The man could already turn you on without doing anything and whenever he started acting a little jealous it was game over for you. It was pathetic, really.

“Why the fuck did he even think it was okay to look at you, let alone touch you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged finally settling in to play the game. “These big dudes with huge muscles just think they can have whoever they want.”

Mingyu whipped his head back towards you. “What did you say?”

You ignored him. “I mean he definitely wouldn’t be as good as you, but he could do some damage.” Mingyu was full-on glaring at you now, and you wanted to tell him to keep his eyes on the road, but you couldn’t give up so fast. “I mean, just one of his hands could probably wrap around my whole neck. Like they were giant, and you know what they say about guys with big hands-“

“Do you think this is funny?”

Any sane person wouldn’t even think about taunting Mingyu like this, not with his reputation, but you couldn’t be sane to be with someone like Mingyu anyway, and besides, you knew he was a big softie at heart.

“A little,” you admitted. “You look really hot right now.”

He really did. His hair was tousled with silver highlights from the moonlight streaming in through the windshield, his tan skin was flushed with adrenaline, and his white button-up was unbuttoned just a few times to show off his collarbone. You bit your lip. You were so fucking weak.

“That’s not going to work.”

“No?” You quirked an eyebrow and leaned over the console to see that he was already more than half hard in his dress pants. “Because it looks like it’s working.” You reached over and began to palm him through his trousers, smirking when he cursed and rolled his neck at the contact.

“Y/n, if I have to pull over, you’re not going to be able to walk for the next week.”

Oh no, that’d be horrible you thought to yourself and rolled your eyes. He had to know that’s what you secretly wanted, right? Right? Why were men so stupid?

Either way, you took your hand back and moved it up under the hem of your dress to where you were feeling a little desperate for some friction. You sighed deeply when you rubbed yourself over your panties, not even surprised at how wet you were.

“Fuck,” you hissed out and hiked your legs up onto the seat so you could give Mingyu a better view.

“Stop that.”

He said it so forcefully that you froze, fingers hovering over your panties, about to pull them to the side. Then you smiled.

“No.” You went ahead and did it anyway, slipping two fingers inside of yourself easily.

You weren’t one to defy Mingyu often, especially when it came to what he asked of you in the bedroom, but you knew how crazy it drove him and just couldn’t resist.

Mingyu groaned, trying and failing to maintain an angry expression. His eyes betrayed an absolutely sinful lust that made you want to melt and you wished more than anything he’d just pull the fucking car over.

“Fuck, Gyu,” you gasped, “I wish these were your fingers, you’re so good with your fingers.”

“Yeah? You sure you wish they’re my fingers? Not someone else’s?”

You shook your head vigorously. “Never. You’re the only one who knows how to make me cum that hard.”

“Is that what you want? To cum hard?”

“God, yes,” you moaned, pumping your fingers in and out of you faster.

“Take off your dress.”

“What?” you weren’t sure if you’d heard him right, you were still driving down the highway after all.

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Not wanting to push your luck any further you didn’t hesitate to listen this time and pulled the loose fabric up and over your head.

“Good girl,” he praised and you whined. You were still wearing your bra and underwear and as much as you’d love to flash oncoming traffic, you hoped Mingyu wouldn’t ask you to take them off.

“You can touch yourself,” he said and you complied, knowing it was more of an instruction than an allowance.

It felt good, really good, but you still wished it was him instead of you.

“Fuck, darling you look so beautiful like that, God, I can’t believe I get to marry you.”

“If, you stop, killing people,” you managed to get out through gritted teeth and Mingyu laughed.

“I’m not going to kill him, baby. I made a promise. You’re too important to risk losing, even if he is a fucking prick.”

You whimpered, the mixture of complete head-over-heels love you felt for Mingyu and pleasure making you crumble.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, reaching over and taking you by the wrist, stalling your movements just as you were about to fall over the edge. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget you ever met that asshole.”

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[dovahkinniez]

Do one of Vilkas bf cannon!

VILKAS BF HEADCANONS!

— bf vilkas. <3

he and his brother are polar opposites, so in a relationship the contrast between the two can be mildly a shock, to you and those around you.

vilkas is the type of man to stick to strictly business, he’s a bit of a ‘grump’ (as you’d conclude based off first meeting.)

as you become well known as a companion, or if you simply help the companions, he does warm up slowly due to the fact you will be around each other often.

at first he wouldn’t make the effort to converse with you, whether that be awkwardness or him being antisocial. he just wouldn’t strike up a conversation off his own back.

(maybe i could write when vilkas fancies the reader)

but, once in a relationship or pretty much into one, his interactions with you do slowly become noticeably different to how he interacts with everyone else - even his closest friends and family.

he speaks more to you than anyone else, and the silence is comfortable rather than ‘wtf do i say? why does he keep side-eyeing me..? do i look weird? is there something on my face??’ - which most likely your thought process before he let his guard down.

his love language is quality time together, it doesn’t matter where or what you are doing, as long as you’re in each other’s presence he’s good.

but his favourite times are when going on aimless travels in the wilds of skyrim, not going anywhere specific, he just likes being in the open air with you.

he’s secretly a romantic, hell yeah. i know he is.

leaves random notes by the bedside table if he wakes up before you - it’s only simple little sayings but they’re always super cute.

wraps an arm around your shoulder affectionately, pressing a kiss against your hair before he leaves to do some work. random small physical affections like this, nothing too much - in public anyway - but he prefers to do stuff like that instead of verbally saying ‘i’m leaving, see you later’.

‘actions speak louder than words’

calls you love and it’s adorable, only in private, can’t let everyone know he’s softie...

but sometimes when you’re all eating he’ll lean over with a small whisper like, ‘you look tired, love’ or after training he will leave a hand out for you to grab as he helps you up and he smiles gently, ‘you did well, my love.’

praises you constantly, even the small stuff you do. every accomplishment is something worth celebrating!

sleepy voice !! deep mumbles !! little groans when he stretches !!

he also sleeps butt ass naked - and with no furs as a blanket, he gets too warm in his sleep. so you spend most your morning laying there with your eyes glued to his body - i mean … i don’t blame you.

but when winter comes this man will be your blanket. literally piling his full weight onto yours with his big arms wrapped around you like he’s scared to let you go.

sarcastic, dry humour. the type to made the random comment with such seriousness that it becomes funny.

‘vilkas can you help m-’ ‘no.’ *walks off*

‘this sword isn’t working?’ ‘maybe try swinging it.’

and it’s honestly really funny, especially with how he says it.

laughs at his own jokes, and laughs at others depending on the person. if he doesn’t like someone he’s like ‘that wasn’t even that funny’ while hiding the smirk as he holds back his laughter.

when he laughs he cries, watery eyes and bright red face as he holds his stomach and folds. (he’s probably laughing at the companions when they do something dumb..)

protective bf! very very protective!

if someone even looks at you the wrong way he starts cracking his wrists and knuckles, ready to throw hands.

he knows you’re capable, but as your boyfriend he is also then your own personal bodyguard. would definitely kick someone in the knees if they showed any disrespect towards you - same if they show too much adoration too.. he isn’t jealous though, definitely doesn’t get jealous. (sarcasm..)

he’s that sulky and quiet type of jealous, he looks pissed off all the time anyway but when he sees someone being a tad too close to you he’ll cross his arms against his chest and watch like a hawk with a ‘i’m either going to kill them or chop their limbs off’ - not being dramatic, he looks murderous.

but he doesn’t say anything, his mind is full of all sorts of words though. none are nice, they’re all horrible. he sometimes shocks himself.

if you like a brooding wolf with a romantic edge to him, he’s the one for you. he’s a delight. <3