#slow dancing in the kitchen is something that can actually be so personal

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inspired c.ai bot here

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who loves it when you wear his flannels because it’s like you’re taking a piece of him around with you.

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who will easily scoop you up and toss you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. he loves the way you yelp and make half hearted punches at him to try and get him to put you down.

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who is always opening every single door for you. he refuses to even let you touch a door and will not hesitate to shut the door on you so that he can open it for you.

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who loves when you give him a blowjob but he absolutely LOVES to go down on you. he’s a giver at heart and could stay in between your thighs for forever.

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who sticks his hand in the back pocket of your jeans as you two walk around. he knows that your hands get sweaty easily and that holding hands isn’t your favorite so he likes to have contact with you even if it isn’t skin to skin. he also uses it as an excuse to grope your ass.

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who constantly smacks you on the ass whenever he’s passing. he has absolutely no shame and will do it in front of your grandmother if she’s around.

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who curiously read one of your romance books and ever since then he’s been hooked. he asks you for recommendations and sometimes he’ll even have you to reenact one of the smutty scenes that he knows you likes.

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who is constantly showing off his whistling skills around you because he knows you can’t. it infuriates you beyond belief because he is skilled at whistling.

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who loves to listen to 50s and 60s music. one of his most prized possessions is the record player he got with his first paycheck when he was in middle school. he puts on his paul anka vinyl and makes you two slow dance to put your head on my shoulder in the kitchen.

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who takes you to the local diner every friday night so that you two can share a milkshake. it’s something you guys did on your first date and he likes to think of it as your guys’ tradition.

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who likes to drag you outside and fucks you against one of the fences on his farm. he likes the thrill of getting caught (although no one would catch you guys. he’s the only person who actually lives on the property).

COWBOY!ART DONALDSON who had to stop taking you to the drive in theater because he would keep trying to fool around and you would get mad because you wanted to actually watch the movie.

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Logan Howlett (Wolverine) Headcanons -`♡´-

This is my first time making head canons, and I wanted to keep them sweet and endearing since our boy has been through too much in his very-very long life. As someone who's read a majority of the X-Men comics, I hope you find these true to his character! Enjoy :)

(I got so carried away with this)

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Logan may not say "I love you" often, but he shows it through small, constant touches—a hand on the back, a gentle squeeze of the shoulder, or simply holding hands.

Not a fan of explicit PDA, but will always touch you/stay close in public.

Tough exterior, but when it comes to his partner, he’s an overprotective softie. He’ll insist on walking them home, even if they can take care of themselves.

He can be extremely chivalrous too, always holding open the door for you.

Expresses his love through acts of service. He’ll fix things around the house without being asked, make breakfast before his partner wakes up, or leave a steaming cup of coffee on the counter with a note.

He's always leaving you little love notes if when leaves the house before you or knows he won't be home till late.

Though he pretends to hate it, Logan is a sucker for slow dancing in the kitchen at night, especially if it’s to an old blues or country song.

Any excuse to hold you close to him.

Logan values trust more than anything. Given how many times he’s been betrayed or manipulated, knowing someone trusts him, and that he can trust them in return, is what makes him feel truly loved and secure.

When sharing a bed, Logan always sleeps closest to the door—just in case someone comes through it. It’s a subconscious protective habit.

Always gets better rest with he's sleeping with his partner. The nightmares become less frequent when he's in their arms.

Heaven on earth is when you fall asleep on top of him. Your weight is extremely comforting.

He is incredibly careful with his strength, especially in intimate moments. He’s always conscious of not hurting his partner, and his gentleness with you is something he prides himself on.

I think it would take some convincing for him to be a rough with you. He's a dominant lover for sure, but he doesn't take pleasure in harming his partner.

Logan is an old soul and loves traditional romantic gestures—writing letters, giving flowers, and going for long walks. He may not be vocal about it, but his sincerity shines through.

Actually writes really beautiful poetry but NOBODY will ever read it. The words will die with him...if he ever dies.

God, I just know he is a secret romantic. This is so canon to me.

Tends to murmur endearments in his partner’s ear when they’re alone, things like "darlin’" or "sweetheart," in a tone so low and rough it gives them goosebumps.

Heavy on whispered praises in bed, so low its like he's speaking directly into your mind.

Never, ever forgets a birthday or an anniversary. This goes for all his friends.

Logan is the person everyone goes to when they need to spill their secrets. He never judges, just listens, and gives advice when it’s needed. His friends know their secrets are safe with him.

He's secretly a huge gossip and loves to hear about the young mutants drama. He'll act annoyed but he's listening to every word.

He may not be the most social, but he’s fiercely loyal to his friends. If they’re in trouble, he’s the first to show up, no questions asked.

Incredible memory for his friends’ favorite drinks. When they meet up at a bar, he’ll have everyone’s order ready before they even sit down.

Logan knows when someone needs to talk and when they just need company. He’s the type to sit quietly beside a friend, sharing a drink or a cigar, letting them know they’re not alone.

Perfectly content with sitting in companionable silence for hours.

He’s surprisingly good at cooking, and loves to feed his friends. It’s one of the few domestic things he takes pride in, and he finds peace in the routine of it.

Never breaks a promise, no matter how small. If he says he’ll do it, whether it’s fixing something for you or showing up for a drink, he does it.

Logan brings back small souvenirs from missions for his partner, whether it's a pretty rock he found in a river bed, a flower pressed into his notebook, or a feather tucked into his jacket.

It's his way of saying "I was thinking of you while I was away"

Has a shoebox full of old polaroid's of his long-gone friends. He rarely looks at them, but keeps them to feel connected to those he's lost.

Also writes letters to his dead friends and keeps them in the box as well. It helps him process his grief.

Loves the smell and feel of old books. He can often be found in second-hand bookstores (or Xavier's library), running his fingers over the spines and flipping through the pages just to take in the scent.

Old!Logan needs reading glasses but is too stubborn to admit it. He’ll wear them when he’s alone, grumbling about how small the print is getting these days.

Has a soft spot for classic cartoons like "Looney Tunes." If he’s flipping channels and catches one, he’ll stop and watch, chuckling at the slapstick humor.

Logan is not a morning person. He’s grumpy before his first cup of coffee, and everyone knows to give him space until he’s had it.

"I CAN'T GIRLBOSS WITHOUT MY COFFEE"

He is a creature of habit, and he always orders the same meal at his favorite diners—usually steak, eggs, and a black coffee. The waitstaff know his order by heart.

Logan has a way with animals, even the ones that are usually skittish or aggressive. It’s like they sense he’s one of them, and they naturally trust him.

Modern day disney princess lookin' ass

Logan pretends to hate puns, but deep down, he finds them hilarious. If someone cracks a particularly bad one, he’ll groan, but there’s always a hint of a smile on his face.

*cough cough* I'm looking at you Wade

Ridiculously competitive at board games. Especially Monopoly and Scrabble. He’ll argue over the rules and demand a rematch if he loses.

When Logan is working on something mechanical, like fixing a motorcycle or sharpening his claws, he has a habit of whistling old tunes from the 1940s.

Guilty pleasure for musicals.

I had to put that in I'm sorry...

Has a small collection of vintage lighters from all the places he’s traveled. He likes the look and feel of a good lighter in his hand.

Keeps a collection of old dog tags from the wars he’s fought in. He doesn’t wear them but keeps them as a reminder.

Also has a small but growing collection of "World’s Best" mugs—like "World’s Best Dad," "World’s Best Boss," etc. He picks them up when traveling.

He likes the irony of it, because he would never describe himself as the "World's Best" of anything.

Logan loves the sound of old vinyl records. He has a small collection of blues, jazz, and country albums that he listens to when he wants to unwind.

Secretly believes in superstitions. Like always knocking on wood or avoiding walking under ladders. He knows it’s irrational, but after living as long as he has, he figures it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Hopeless with modern technology. He’s constantly asking for help with his phone, and he’s convinced that A.I. is out to get him.

He’s also been known to tap the screen harder when it doesn’t work, as if that will fix the problem.

Despite everything he’s been through, Logan believes in giving people a second chance. He knows what it’s like to be lost, to make mistakes, and to want to start over. He’s patient with those who are trying to better themselves and is willing to help them find their way.

Logan is a natural born leader.

And he deserves a life full of peace, love, and happiness

Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk!!

[elexuscal]

So just over a year ago, I made a resolution to myself to get better at Fitness, since I was getting older and i knew if i didn't, the Consequences would begin to manifest. One problem? Historically i have always hated working out.

i knew there were two main reasons why: 1. lingering trauma from the usual Fat/Neurodivergent Kid Mistreated In PE Class Experience 2. oh my god it's so so so boring i would rather do anything more entertaining.

So. I'm not an expert, and i'm definitely not a professional fitness instructor, BUT i have genuinely come to not just tolerate but actually enjoy exercise this past year. So if these are any problems you personally have contended with, these strategies May Help.

One: Remove Barriers

a lot of flavours of neurodivergence struggle with switching between tasks and executive function generally, especially towards something you don't find fun. So first you gotta identify any barriers keeping you from exercising, and removing or mitigating them.

For me, a hurdle i recognised is that if I could not easily access the equipment, I was unlikely to use it. honestly if i couldn't see it i would probably forget it was there. So my first order of business was making a Work Out Zone. I unrolled my yoga mat and gave it a near-permanent place in my room. my weights came out of the closet and placed on a low shelf where i could easily access them, as did my resistance band. now they were always Right there.

I also realised something I detested was the general feeling of sweaty clothes, and in particular, having to change out of them. So Gross. so i started scheduling my work outs for in the the morning after breakfast or right before my nightly showers, aka: when I am changing in and out of my PJs. I'll do my routine (mostly) naked and not have to contend with the extra steps and laundry that sweaty clothes bring.

two: secondary entertainment

like i said: i found exercise very boring. and while i've gotten better over the past year, and can find it meditative, i still prefer having something else to catch my attention.

i used to like to put on video essays. but then i realised i was so often pausing my work outs because the particular video ended, or the pace got slow, or the topic turned to something dark and depressing out of nowhere and killed the vibe, so then i had to stop to find something else--

No. You need something that will keep you in the zone, and won't knock you out of it. I didn't used to listen to music much, but this year i took advantage of a Spotify subscription my sister gifted me (😔) and started just putting on upbeat rock, hip-hop, and pop mixes. it doesn't need to be my favouirte music ever it just needs to Keep Going.

i do find the loud, rhythmic music is really good for keeping my pace up, but if music doesn't do it for you, you might find audiobooks or autoplaying favourite old tv shows/sitcoms might scratch that itch.

Three: Find Other Motivators

Or, "if you can't make your own motivation, store bought is fine"

Gameification is really good here. You might be someone who'll benefit from a pedometer or step-counter app. I have a friend who swears by the Switch Ring-Fit, and I've also heard of folks who use games like Just Dance, Zombies, Run! and Beat Saber to rely on the sweet sweet endorphins generated by hitting a high score.

(BUT: do beware the dark side of gameification, which is the risk of demotivation if you don't hit your goals. For example, after doing GREAT on exceeding my step goal for a month, I got hit with COVID. For about a week and a half I was barely moving beyond the kitchen and back. My step counts plummeted, there was no way to edit the record out, and that made it harder to get back into the groove. Be mindful relying too much on gameification!)

Even outside of literal games, there are ways to scratch this itch. I used secondary objectives as a way to encourage me to keep up with my daily walks. Walking my roommate's dog when he was working long days is an obvious one, but we don't always have a furry friend at our disposal. Then I would rely on mini-challenges like, "pick up 10 cool rocks to paint", "fill this bag with wood for the fireplace", "take 10 pretty pictures", or "get to the corner store to get more milk".

And of course, consider team sports! Many folks I've talked to feel having set training/play times with a team that relies on them crucial to keep them on track!

Four: Don't Measure Success By Weight Loss

I know. I know. Easier said than done. It does not help that like 80% of workout resources online are going to mention this. but above all else, you must resist the beast. (and while not as dicey, measuring success by visible muscle gain can fall into a similar trap).

The biggest benefits to exercise are invisible. it improves cardiovascular health, brain function, tissue regeneration, immune system function, lung capacity, energy levels, literally our whole body. no matter what external changes your body does or doesn't go through, you're still going to be benefitting from exercise, and you do not want to get demotivated chasing unrealistic/irrelevant goals.

Instead, to track your progress, focus on questions like these:

How is exercise impacting my mood? Do I feel less stressed or anxious?

Am I sleeping better?

Is my balance improving?

Is my stamina increasing?

Am I becoming more flexible?

Can I lift/carry heavier weights?

Is my breath control improving?

Over the last year, I've seen marked improvements in all of these. My joints don't hurt as much; it's easier for me to to get up and move; I don't get winded as easily; I generally feel more relaxed and cheerful. Those are all amazing outcomes, and I hope that everyone on their own fitness journey can find the same joy there as I have.

[goquokka00]

The Little Things (Hyunjin Ver.)

The small things he does every day that make you feel oh, so special.

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

| Slow Dances |

Hyunjin is an absolute beautiful dancer. And he really loves dancing a lot, too. That's why there are some nights where he's just in the mood to slow dance with you. Sometimes it's in the kitchen, other times it's in the living room. But he'll always put on a ballad or a slow song and then guide you to an open area in the house so you both can dance.

It's not really even slow dancing. It's Hyunjin swaying with you while holding your waist, your arms around his neck. The two of you sometimes talk and laugh with each other while you both sway back and forth. Sometimes, Hyunjin is gently humming or singing the song playing, and you smile and listen. And sometimes, you two get close and just sway, Hyunjin resting his head on yours while you rest your head right underneath his chin.

If you actually know how to do some slow dances, you and Hyunjin will put on the correct music and perform the dance with each other. If you don't know, then Hyunjin would take time to teach you. Either way, getting to share something he loves doing with you in the evening or during sunset is something he really enjoys.

| Taking Pictures |

Hyunjin is a very photogenic person, we know this. He also thinks you're a very photographic person. Even if you don't think so. This man loves you and your beauty, and just can't help but snap pictures of you almost every day. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he has a photo album in his phone's gallery of just you (or pictures of him with you in them).

I'm not even kidding when I say that Hyunjin would snap photos of you doing literally anything. It could be a picture of you walking in front of him during a date, you holding his hand, you cooking, you cuddled up against him, you sleeping on his shoulder, you just sitting on the couch watching TV. And half of the time, you don't even know he's taking them.

He also likes to switch his wallpapers on his lock and home screen of the most recent favorites. And that's when you usually catch the pictures your lover has taken of you. "Hyunnie, when did you take this picture?" "Huh? Oh, that? I...don't know what you're talking about." "Hyunjin, I swear to god--"

| Plays with Your Hair/Hands |

I have this very sneaky suspicion that Hyunjin is someone who, when you're laying against him, will immediately start playing around with your hands or hair, depending on how you two are situated. Whether it's something he does to relax or because he's stressed or something, only God knows.

If you're laying with your back against his chest, let's say while watching a TV series or a movie, Hyunjin takes your hands in his, and begins to play around with them. He'd probably gently massage your hands, fold your hands in his for a minute and admire how your hands look together, gently feel your hands to memorize every knuckle, feel, wrinkle, everything.

If your head is on his chest, then he's playing with your hair. Hyunjin would absolutely be obsessed about how your hair feels. It's so soft, and it's so smooth. He'll run his hands through it, try and do braids (while failing because he doesn't know what he's doing; he'll ask a stylist how to do it later), twist it, gently gather it into a ponytail only to let it fall, the list goes on and on. But he just can't help himself.

| Hello/Goodbye Forehead Kisses |

I don't really think Hyunjin is the type of person to just throw himself on you and smother you in kisses and tell you he loves you before work or that he missed you after. I think he'd gently cup your cheek and guide you to him, gently placing a kiss onto your forehead. He'd say something simple, too. Something like, "I missed you, hun," or, "I'll see you later, okay?"

Hyunjin will usually do this every single day, though. Sure, he might not be a huge sucker for coddling and babying you with everything in him, but he does want to show you he loves you every day. Of course, everything changes when he has to leave for a tour or a business trip.

He will hold you so close, placing more than one kiss to your forehead before he leaves. He'll say the sweetest things to you, too, kissing your lips before he leaves. During the tour, I swear he'll text you every morning with "Morning, beautiful 😘💋Hope you have a good day". And when he gets back, he'll hold you close again while resting his lips against your head, mumbling about how much he missed you.

| Draws/Paints with You |

Okay, this isn't an unknown fact, but Hyunjin ADORES painting and drawing and anything and everything artistic. So obviously, he'd want to share that love with you. He would 100% teach you how to do watercolor flowers and draw landscapes. And if you do art in your own free time, then he'd probably have you teach him a thing or two, too.

I feel like you two would paint and draw on a day off or something. You'd be listening to music while doing so, maybe Stray Kids songs, or whatever you felt like listening to. There'd probably be some small talk, and some compliments on each piece of artwork the two of you would be doing.

I also think that you two would do silly art challenges you saw online or on TikTok. Using only three colors, switching sketchbooks every five minutes, stuff like that. Sure, the things you both create look goofy and you both end up laughing at the artwork you made, but it's definitely you guys' favorite way to spend time together.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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Insecure Partner Headcanons

(how they support and reassure you)

Reth, Hassian, Nai’o, Hodari

Reth

it baffles him that you could feel insecure in the relationship at all

he doesn’t take it personally, he knows it’s not his fault

he just thinks you’re so amazing and thinks it’s a blessing to be with you every day

and he feels like you’re way above his league

so it confuses him when you ask him if he’d still love you if you were a worm

because yeah??? he’ll love you in any way shape or form

he knows you just need a little extra reassurance and he’s more than happy to give it

he always makes your favorite meal when you’re feeling particularly down

and he holds you and plants many kisses all over your face as he reassures you that he’s not leaving and that you make him so happy

Hassian

while he comes off as abrasive when you first meet, he’s actually a very gentle lover

he’s very attentive to your emotions, so he can tell you’re feeling insecure even before you say anything by reading your body language

and by that time he’s already gone out and purchased a small gift for you to show his devotion and appreciation

he gifts it to you as soon as he comes home and pulls you into a hug

and he loves slow dancing with you

he puts on a record and twirls you around the kitchen as he whispers praises and promises to love you forever in your ear

Nai’o

it’s always unexpected when you express feeling insecure

your hints always go over his head so when you finally mention something, it puts him in a bit of a frenzy

did he say something wrong? was he not spending enough time with you? he knows the farm keeps him busy but he never wants to make you feel like you’re not a priority

and you have to do a little reassuring to him that he’s done everything right, you just have insecurities and anxiety

but once he gets it he will stop at nothing to make sure you feel secure

his go-to method is a bouquet of flowers and a heartfelt letter professing his love for you and everything he loves about you

all your quirks and habits, and he sings you praises

all the letters are tearstained from how happy they make you to read

he’s the kind of boyfriend that likes to sit and admire what’s his

so while you lay in bed or sit on the couch, he just gazes into your eyes until you become bashful

he just thinks you’re so kind and beautiful and wants you to know it too

Hodari

he shows you how much he cares by doing things for you

he’ll rub your feet, bring you coffee or tea in bed, pick the sundrop lilies for you to put in your hair

but sometimes the little nagging voice in your head gets to you anyway

so he has Najuma help him plan a fun night of games and finger foods to eat

because spending time with your family always makes you feel better

so you spend the whole night laughing and chatting and losing at cards but it’s all okay

and at the end of the night he gives you a kiss on the forehead and he tells you how much you mean to him

[rebelliousstories]

1940’s James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes SFW Alphabet

Relationship: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Themes, Mentions of Alcohol, Mentions of Untoward Behavior Against Women, Brief Angst

Word Count: 3,332

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

This man is no stranger to affection; in fact he insists on it. But he will only go as far as you allow him to. Given the social environment of the era, you won’t be making out in public, or groping. However, when you are in public, Bucky has an arm around your waist, or his hand in yours. He might give you a peck on the cheeks, or maybe the lips if you’re feeling bold enough.

Now, movie theaters, or drive ins, you will absolutely need to rein him in. James sees these areas as fair game to get a little bit more… hot ‘n heavy. You will need to capture wandering hands and trailing lips, but he’ll reel himself in if you tell him to knock it off seriously. He is a gentleman, after all.

In true private, he loves taking things slow. Treating you to dinner that he lovingly convinced his mom or sister to make because they don’t trust him in the kitchen, and then retiring to the couch to talk and hang out for a few more hours. Having your legs thrown over his so he can massage them, and he even slips you out of your little heeled Mary Jane’s so that he can massage the ache from your feet. Quality time with him is perfect.

When he joins the military, Barnes insists on you being at the train station with him before he’s shipped off each time. He loves seeing your face as the last reminder of home to hold him through till he gets back to New York. As often as he can, Bucky is sending you letters, sometimes with pressed flowers or the wrappers from candy he had. Now if you reward him with a pin up photo, or even just a glamour photo that you managed to scrape the money together for, he’s keeping that photo close to his heart and on his person at all times.

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

Have you seen him with Steve? This man is a goofy goofball. But that does mean that you need to be good with Steve; they’re a package deal. And if you are good, all three of you are a package deal. He loves to take you dancing and try to set you up with another fella, meanwhile he accepts any of your attempts on getting him a lady.

Bucky would probably end up befriending you in a similar fashion that he did Steve. Neither one of them like bullies, and especially can’t tolerate rude behavior towards women, but James is the only one that could actually do something about it. If he saw some older boys picking on you for anything, he’d step in with no hesitation. Since then, you’ve always rolled with the boys, patching up Steve when he would get into fights, and helping James try to get a date that lasts longer than a night.

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

James Buchanan Barnes loves any form of physical affection. He especially enjoyed cuddles at the drive in. Even if he’s not trying to do anything nefarious, Bucky enjoys having you resting on his chest, with his hands tracing invisible shapes along your back. Having you against him in an enclosed space just made him want to hold you close. Besides, it allowed him to protect you against anything that might arise, even your dreams if you happen to fall asleep.

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

This might be an unpopular opinion, but Bucky is fantastic at cleaning, not so much cooking. Sure, he can make himself a sandwich, but he prefers when you do it. There’s just something about how you do it, all the proportions are just right for an amazing, and simple food. However, he is cleaning. Especially after he enters the military.

When James is home, he’s making the beds, folding the clothes, doing the washing and hanging it up. He’s cleaning counters and helping with the dishes. Since you’ll end up doing 99% of the cooking, he figures the least he can do is helping with the cleaning up from dinner.

And he most definitely wants to settle down. He would love more than anything to marry you, have little Barnes running around, but he doesn’t want to put you through the horrors of getting that letter with a flag and his dog tags if he doesn’t make it back. So he holds off, as much as he wants you to be his wife, he doesn’t want you to be a widow so young if he can’t make it back to you.

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

If he absolutely needed to break it off, Bucky is coming to your doorstep and doing it gently, but firmly. There is no way that he will leave you feeling like you are the problem. It may happen because of the rising tensions surrounding the war. As I stated above, I truly believe he wouldn’t marry you until he came back officially from the war because he wants you to be free if he dies away from home.

But he may just break up with you before deploying one last time to spare you the same pain. James lets you think and tell people that he was doing it to be a jerk, because it was easier than trying to convince you other wise. He would much rather you hate him than hate yourself over this.

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

The man wants to be married! He wants it all. Bucky knew by date number two that he was going to propose to you. He’s a realistic romantic, and wants to be with you for the rest of your lives. During the 30’s, he may just marry you young and throw caution to the wind. The 40’s however, he’s more hesitant to do so.

James would definitely go to his mom, and ask for a family ring to propose with. His grandmother’s or even her own. Something to bring you into the Barnes family. The entire day would be just about you two. Retracing the steps of your first date; a walk into downtown Brooklyn, going to that little diner on the corner, and a stroll through the park. A beautiful day, with just a few clouds that were brilliantly white. Later in the evening when you two are in the park, he lets you walk ahead of him before dropping down on one knee, and pulling out the ring box.

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

Dis just a big ole teddy bear, yes he is. James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes would rather die than hurt you. He holds you as if the most delicate porcelain doll, protecting you from all the evils of the world. Not only is he a big, buff military man that is the ultimate gentleman, Bucky is just genuinely a good person. He protects those he cares about.

Only in private though, will he be emotionally gentle and vulnerable. James is, honestly, quite emotional he just doesn’t show it. But when you two are alone, that is when you can get him talking. Fears, insecurities and worries are released when Barnes is in the safety of your arms.

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

If he doesn’t get a hug from you the second you see each other, or when you depart from each other, James will full on pout. I’m talking bottom lip stuck out, crossing his arms, and turning away from you. The only way to rectify this situation is to hug him close, for several minutes.

Bucky loves hugs anytime. Just anytime he can wrap his arms around you is a good time. In the apartment he shares with his sister and mother while you’re helping to make dinner, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind, more than likely being in the way for someone. At the movies or a drive in, his arm is wrapped round your shoulder to pull you in close.

His hugs are the highlight of dating him. Even before the military beefed him up a bit, his hugs are so strong and secure. Growing up as the male of his household, he needed to be strong. Which means that years of reassuring and taking care of his sister and mom, you get to reap the rewards of.

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

Earliest? Second date. It’s also the same time that he realizes that he wants to marry you. Keep in mind, these were different times. People got married faster, younger, and longer. So, yeah. Second date, he knew then if he was going to put in the effort for the rest of his life.

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

Honestly, I’m not sure which way this could go. Bucky is quite secure in his relationship with you, so there would be no reason for him to even get jealous. He probably doesn’t care if some jerk is trying to make a move on you with him nearby, but that’s on the other guy. It has nothing to do with you. He’s so confident in you and your relationship that another man can try to take you from him, but he knows you.

However, if you are really close with another man, talking constantly, and hanging out together without him, James will have a talk with you about it. Communicate with him about stuff like this. Just a simple letting him know about it, maybe let him meet the guy few times, and he’ll be okay.

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

Bucky’s kisses feel like having a warm cup of cocoa on the coldest of winter nights. It should come as no surprise that he’s a furnace, which helps on the hugging and cuddling aspect. But he truly imparts that warmth to you when he kisses you.

While he, of course, loves to kiss you on the lips, this man’s favorite place to kiss you? It’s your hands. A little weird, but hear me out; Bucky pick’s you up for your first date, going to a dance hall and dinner. He keeps his hands in his pockets, maintaining a respectful distance between you two as you walk, with him obeying the sidewalk rule. James opens the door, takes your coat, and just genuinely is being so sweet to you. And when he asks you to that first dance, he holds his hand out for yours. When you do, Barnes is pulling you towards the floor, and kissing the tops of your hands.

For himself, he loves when you kiss him on his chest, specifically over his left pec. It’s one of the reasons he keeps your photo there, because that is where you kiss him. James likes to think it’s because you are trying to kiss his heart. But it could very well be because that’s where it’s convenient to kiss him given his size.

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

James helped raise Rebecca, his little sister; he loves children. He would love to be an uncle, and he’d love to be a father. Bucky just screams “fun uncle” energy.

Now, if he had a son, oh that is going to be an interesting childhood. Teaching him how to be a gentleman, how to properly treat the women in his life, starting with his mother. Showing him how men are suppose to act. He is teaching all things that he wished someone had taught him, which includes what not to do.

If he had a daughter…? You best believe that girl is going to grow up strong and confident. If his son is growing up knowing how to treat others like a man, his daughter is growing up knowing what it’s like to be treated correctly by a man. Don’t mistake it though, she’s gonna be the toughest little girl on the playground, who will beat any boy at the monkey bars, in the prettiest dress.

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

A couple of possibilities come to mind. If you’re still in the early stages of dating, i.e. not married, and he’s got the day off, he’ll call the night before to ask if he can take you out for the morning. Brings you flowers and takes you for pancakes at the diner down the way.

If you’re not married and he’s got work, chances are James is dropping something by your place of residence so that you know he’s thinking about you. A flower he found on the way, or a letter that he hand delivers. It’s very similar to what happens when he’s away in the army. Even though you aren’t with each other physically, you both hold close the momentos and letters you have given.

But if you’re married, and he’s not away at a barrack, he likes to wake up a little earlier than he needs to just to watch you sleep a bit. Sometimes he can avoid waking you up, until he’s kissing you goodbye, and telling you he loves you. Other times, James isn’t that lucky and he wakes you up. But that just means that, if you’re feeling up to it, you two can have breakfast together before he heads in for work.

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

Same parameters as before. If you two aren’t married but dating, he’s politely walking you to your door, kissing you goodnight, and going back home.

If you guys are married, Bucky is enjoying a quiet night in with you. Coming home to a nice dinner just waiting for him, and his beautiful wife who made it for him. He doesn’t even care about the fact that he’s doing the dishes later, he’s just glad to be home. And James loves relaxing on the couch with a glass of wine or a finger of whiskey with you on his lap. Don’t get me started on after dinner cuddles in bed right before you go to sleep…

Oh, yeah. One more thing: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes is most definitely, absolutely, 110%, is reading to you the newest book he got before bed. You both try to get through a chapter a night. He reads, while you need to plant that pretty little head of yours on his chest.

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?)

If you’re not best friends to begin with, maybe you got introduced by a mutual friend who wants to play matchmaker, he’d be pretty forthcoming. There is no way that Bucky would hide his current best girls, his mother and sister, from hopefully the one that will take the number one spot. Things like his home life and family, Steve, and easy things like this are reveled pretty quickly.

However, stuff like his fears, that waits till later, like fourth or fifth date when you two are going steady.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Barnes is quite patient. He very rarely ever gets angry, but he does get frustrated. Like if someone just wont stop messing with either of you while you’re out trying to have a date, Bucky will bark at the fellow to leave you both alone. If someone actually touches you, he’s scraping.

That’s with the outside world, with you, he is ever so patient. This man will never raise his voice towards you in anger, nor put his hands on you. Not to say that Bucky won’t go for a walk or be alone for a bit so he can calm down before doing anything he might regret, but he vowed to protect you the second you agreed to that first date.

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?)

In the beginning, James kept a pocket notebook that he would write in sneakily every time you mentioned liking something. Jewelry styles you liked, or flowers. If you didn’t like a certain smell or flavor, it was written. As time passed, this would all be committed to memory. But he made sure to try and remember everything. Occasionally, even heroes fall. Bucky would forget that you preferred pancakes to waffles, or that you couldn’t stand the smell of lavender. But anything important, anniversaries, birthdays, allergies; there is no way Bucky is forgetting those.

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

Your first date, when he took you dancing. That night will forever be magical. The way you dressed, how you did your hair. When he got you on the floor, a slow song had just started up, which meant that he could just sway with you. His hands on your waist and yours on his shoulders. And then when a swing tune played, Bucky could dance with you a bit more lively. That would remain a memory he revisited often, especially when he was behind enemy lines.

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

Fiercely. James is willing to do anything and everything for you. Nothing is off the table if it means defending your honor and safety.

He’s protecting you physically most of the time. Making sure that you don’t walk home alone in the dark. Obeying the sidewalk rule. Protecting you when you are with him and Steve getting drinks.

Bucky just needs someone to protect him emotionally. Reassure him. And hug him close after a long day away. He’s a big man that doesn’t have those muscles for no reason. But everyone needs protection, no matter how different.

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

Every day tasks, he’s constantly doing little things to make sure that you know you’re appreciated. Fresh picked flowers, small little notes, a new book. You can tell him not to waste his money, but he tells you the same thing every time. “It’s not wasted if it’s being used for my doll. Only the best for my best girl.”

Dates and anniversaries? Bucky is planning, and you have no say. Okay, you may have some say. But he loves being able to tell you what time to be ready, and what style to wear, while he takes care of the rest. He always makes sure you are treated like a princess, and never feels like he takes you for granted.

Gifts are personalized. James loves to get you something that he has heard you talking about for a while, sometimes waiting till a date or anniversary. Other times he gives it to you that day when he gets home. His other favorite gift is to pay Steve to make a portrait of you, one that takes him days to finish, but it’s worth it all the same.

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

Bucky has more than once, gotten so lost in a book, that he has completely ignored you for a while. It doesn’t happen often, but it has happened. Notably, this typically happens when you guys go out on a picnic date and he brings a book to read to you. He legit has trailed off in the middle of the sentence when he’s reading aloud to you, because he’s getting so invested in the story.

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

Just a tad. James really focuses on his hair but that’s about it. He washes his face everyday. The muscles he attainted are just maintained through regular labor throughout the day. All in all, unless he’s in a suit, military or civilian, he doesn’t care what he looks like.

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

Absolutely, this man is counting down the minutes till he can see you again. Bucky doesn’t care if he looks desperate, he loves staring at your picture if he can’t get the real deal.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Bucky loves when you volunteer to hang out with him and Steve. Having both of his favorite people in the same place, it’s perfect. Going to the movies, or going to the dance hall where you do make sure to squeeze in a dance with Steve.

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

Bucky couldn’t stand people who read books out loud, loudly when in public. He would much rather read the books himself. Not hear about it from someone else. Except you. He’s okay with that.

But in a partner, James wouldn’t be able to take if you insulted his masculinity or how hard he works. He always tries to make sure everyone around him is taken care of, so if you do anything that would disparage that? No go.

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

I see him as a white T-shirt and boxers type man. In the wintertime, you might convince him to wear a pair of pants, but if you two are married, he’s using that warmth he naturally exudes to his advantage. Curling around you, bringing you in close. Just call him “Teddy Bear” cause that’s what he’ll be.

[kawaiisimp]

Modern Sanji in a relationship headcannons

Sanji would see you post your "girl dinner" and run over with a five course meal

He likes to pick the flowers growing on the side of the road while walking to your house. He already has a bouquet he bought too. He just thinks you can never have too many flowers.

He likes to match outfits with you anytime you're out together

His wallpaper is you, and he has a folder of just your pictures

Often, he has to apologize for having wandering eyes, but his hands would never ever wander over anyone who isn't you.

He's the type to literally push you away when blackout drunk while yelling that he already has a partner. At least you know he's fateful.

Never-ending pet names from this man!

He, for sure, has a million heart emojis next to your contact name, which is a pet name bc of course it is.

He makes playlists for you and about you

Ya know how some guys put their friends first to their s/os? It's the other way around for him. He will ditch guy's night or whatever just bc he misses his you or bc you seemed sad about him leaving. It's actually low-key an issue.

Has a wedding pintrest board

You know those videos of bfs with a bunch of stuff in their hands bending die to tie their s/o's shoes? Yeah, he's one of them.

Will drop anything and everything to help you no matter how small or big.

He melts at the smallest affection from you but often doubts that he deserves that love, so he needs some reassurance sometimes.

Strong believer in what's mine is yours, meaning his clothes are your clothes, your bed is his bed, his money is your money, your personal space is his personal space, etc.

He loves to slow dance in the kitchen while cooking with you

Always goes above and beyond for every date. Whether it's just at home watching a movie or going to a 5-star restaurant, he's pulling out all the stops.

He knows what he's doing when he does his simple flirty stuff. Pushing up behind you to get something, brushing his fingers against yours while doing dishes together, take a bit too long to roll his sleeves up, etc. He will act clueless as to why you're so flustered. He's not innocent.

Will sometimes purposely make you jealous

Brags about how amazing you are to all his friends. They are sick of hearing about you, but happy for him.

Does not like it when you talk to Zoro but would never tell who you can and can't talk to. He's not a dick.

"You're mine." But not in a "I own you," way, but in a "I need to take care of you," way.

Often buys and picks up things that remind him of you to give as gifts or sometimes keep.

He makes notes of all your preferences and tries to apply them anytime he can, from buying new cologne to getting new bed sheets. He's a pleaser and wants you to be comfortable and happy.

He is your number one hype man, and you are his biggest cheerleader right back.

His hugs are so amazing and comforting. I just know it!!!

All and all a top teir bf and literal hubby material.

[just-jordie-things]

hello hello!!!!! hope ur having a good day <33

I wanted tk know if i could ask some hcs about jjk charcters (preferably inumaki and yuuta but any you want/feel like will do too!!) with a dancer s/o?? or someone who just really likes dancing and dances often. Perhaps asks them to dance with them??

Feel free to ignore it if it's not to your taste!! tyvm 🥰🥰

this is so cute but also i'm not a dancer so bear with me for some of this ok? :) dance related brainrots comin right up!!!

gojo satoru hates slow dancing. he's got nothing against bopping around to a song that's been stuck in the head, or when the rest of the club is feeling it... but ballroom dancing? slow dancing? no way. for one, it's so cheesy he could die of embarrassment. for two- he doesn't have the time to slow down that much. but for some reason, when you're playing that pretty slow song you like while doing the dishes, you catch him passing by and holding out your hand, his feet are carrying him over to you without question. but you're smiling as you wrap your other hand around his neck and pull him close. his hand finds purchase on your hip just as naturally as he'd walked over to you, and before he knows it, you're slowly rocking around in a lazy circles in your kitchen. it's all against his will, of course. it's some spell you've put on him that brings him to pull you closer and spin you like you're his princess- which you are- and cradle your head lovingly against his chest. ___

okkotsu yuuta has never tried his hand at dancing before. but then he finds you one day in one of the training rooms and you're not wearing your usual workout attire, no, today you'd decided on a slimming black leotard and pale pink tights and as his eyes travel and see a pair of ballet flats on your feet he can't help but laugh a bit. you? ruthless, nunchuck weilding, you, do ballet? you scoff at his laughter, and tell him that it actually helps to keep you limber, and balanced- all in all a better sorcerer. after some back and forth on other methods to keep you flexible, you decide to put him to the test. as it turns out, yuuta can't back down from a dare, and just like that you're guiding him through the different positions. it doesn't take long for him to realize that ballet while elegant is not easy. you work him hard for the next few hours, but at least he gets to dance with you up close and personal while you teach him ballet. and hey, maybe he'll stick with the method. ___

inumaki toge loved watching you dance. you danced all the time, and everywhere. you're doing chores? you've got headphones on and you're bopping all over the place. cooking? you're shaking our hips and mixing up a delicious smelling pot with an extra flair to your stirring. he's watched you dance around while pushing a cart at the supermarket. he assumes there must always be a beat stuck in that pretty head of yours, something to make you want to boogie. it's cute! but it's even cuter when you make him dance with you. sometimes you ask him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and beckoning him over with your swinging hips. but even better is when you just grab him and make him join you. by his hand, by his belt loop, by the back of his neck, sometimes you just don't have the patience to wait for an answer, you need a dance partner now! no biggie, toge's never turned down a chance to swing you around in his arm or twirl and dip you dramatically... even if you are dancing to oldies in the laundromat. ___

kamo choso had never really danced before... at all. so when you find yourselves at a small event with other sorcerers, and people start to fill the open space to dance to the soft live music, you seize an oppurtunity. you can tell he's uncertain and a bit lost when he's watching people couple up to dance together, so you take his drink out of his hand, placing it aside with yours, before you take his hand again. "choso, do you want to dance?" it's so sweet he wouldn't dare refuse your offer- not when the idea of holding you close and having you hold him too makes his heart stutter in his chest. you're already starting to pull him with you to the outskirts of the makeshift dance floor when he mumbles "i don't- i've never really done this before" and you have to bite your cheek to stifle your laughter at the innocent statement. you don't have to say the words i'll show you how, he gets the gist when you place his hands at your hips. you're not doing much, just swaying side to side, moving in slow circles, and you both stay pretty far from the other dancers... but he loves it. he loves everything about it, from holding you, and getting to see how much you light up from the simple action. he hopes this event goes late into the evening, so he has every excuse to keep doing this with you.

[trashpandato]

Maroon

It’s a good afternoon. No, scratch that, it’s a great afternoon. Kara has been home for a few hours, the city finally quiet for a bit. It’s the first time in weeks that she’s had time to herself, to relax, to do what she wants.

And what she wants is to dance in her kitchen, her music as loud as she dares to play it in her apartment building.

It’s loud enough that apparently she doesn’t hear Lena come in. She lets out a surprised squeak when she feels hands touch her shoulder and whirls around only to see her friend in her kitchen with an amused smile on her face.

“Lena! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I can tell. I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I could hear you in here, though. I hope it’s okay that I let myself in?”

“Of course.” 

Kara pulls her into a hug. A new song is just starting and Kara can see Lena wrinkle her nose in that adorable way, a sign that she might not be a fan.

“What do you have against Maroon 5?”

Lena steps back from their hug and shrugs. “It’s just not my kind of music. Wasn’t their lead singer caught sending inappropriate texts to a younger woman while married?

Kara pauses as she watches Lena shed her coat and hang her purse up by the door. 

“Was he? I missed that. What a jerk.”

Lena shrugs again. “I mean, sure. But I guess that’s his personal business. If you like their music, don’t stop dancing on my account.”

“You sure?”

Kara would be more than happy to switch to a new playlist. She knows how much Lena loves NSYNC, for example.

“Mm. Though, I did like them better when they were still called Kara’s Flowers.”

Kara is in the middle of unlocking her phone to open up her music app. She frowns.

“What?”

“Their band,” Lena confirms. “Maroon 5. It was called Kara’s Flowers initially. Apparently they all had a crush on the same girl when they named their band.”

“Really? How do you know all that?”

It’s then that Lena’s demeanor visibly changes. There’s a bright blush staining her cheeks and her ears look hot. She’s fiddling with her fingers, unable to meet Kara’s gaze.

“I, um, I might have Googled songs and your name one night and it came up.”

The admission stops Kara dead in her tracks.

“You…what?”

“I wanted to make you a mixtape,” Lena stammers, her voice quiet. “Well. A playlist. Unless you want an actual tape. I’m sure I can sort that out, too. But you would need something to play it on, so just let me know if you’d prefer that.”

The admission unleashes something in Kara, something that’s been buzzing beneath her skin for a while.

“Come here,” she whispers, her hands reaching for Lena and pulling her close. 

She lets one hand trail up along Lena’s arm, along the side of her neck, feels Lena’s pulse quicken where her palm rests against warm skin.

Then, she leans in.

It’s slow and measured. She wants to give Lena every opportunity to stop her, to pull back. But Lena doesn’t. Instead, she closes the distance first and presses her lips against Kara’s. Lightly at first, waiting, and Kara knows it’s a question that she’s more than happy to answer. She pushes back against those lips more firmly.

Kara’s not sure how long they stand there, kissing in her kitchen, Maroon 5 still blaring in the background. When she pulls back, Lena looks flushed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“If I had known that this would be your response to me promising to make you a mixtape, I would have done it long ago.”

Kara huffs out a laugh but leans back in for another kiss.

[nogenderbee]

DAMN FINALLY REQUEST ARE OPEN!! Can I get the Astral Express crew with an extremely fatigue reader? I'm also really fatigue and I even struggle with going from point A to point B even if its like from my room to the kitchen.

Omg yes!!! So happy to do some Star Rail for a change!! Also help why do I relate- Like I'm trying to do silly little PJSK dances so my condition won't be this bad but omg it's still not great... But here it is! Hope you like it vodka <3

Also sorry for Himeko and Welt being a bit shorter-

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ March, Dan Heng, Himeko, Welt with fatigue!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff but can be read as platonic too!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @miya-akane (not tagging you since you'll get notification either way)

✧ I feel like March would somehow relate to your problem... I know she had LOTS of energy in game but just listen to me!!

✧ she's not necessarily fatigue but she is a bit lazy after long adventure where walking around Express can be hard for her

✧ so she'll never make you walk and let you sit down whenever you need! If you're with others, she'll offer to wait for you even if they prefer to keep walking for whatever reason

✧ she also rambles or keeps the conversation going so you can forget about tiredness a bit and so the time passes quicker

✧ if you were getting into trouble by your condition, she definitely did protests-

✧ anyway, if you want to get your condition up, she definitely knows a lot of fun ways and will do her best to help you find something for you!

✧ when both of you are after adventure, you may as well be sitting in the same room, refusing to go out so someone has to bring you food so you won't starve yourselves-

"C'mon it's finally time to take a break from all this walking! I'm sure others can wait and we get to talk a bit more~"

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✧ Dan Heng wad actually a bit mean the first time you felt too tired to walk...

✧ he'd complain that you're slow and that you're just slacking him down but he quickly feels bad and depending on how close you are, he either offers to sit down for a bit or to carry you for a while!

✧ but don't get used to being carried as he'll do it for 5 minutes max and then he puts you back down so you can walk by yourself

✧ he's definitely getting softer as the time passes tho!

✧ he'd try to drag you out of your room as much as possible so you can get your condition up but if you're stubborn person and simply refuse to, he'll eventually give up

✧ definitely tried convincing you to get out with things like "if you won't get out you won't get dinner" but if you won't get out, he'll bring dinner to you in the end because he doesn't want you to starve...

✧ even tho you prefer to stay indoors, he won't usually stay with you as he does have to walk around as Trabilazer so there's a high chance of him not being by your side most of the time...

"C'mon hurry up already. I carried you literally 5 seconds ago, you can walk for at least 2 minutes..."

Why he so mean idk ToT he just seems like that

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✧ Himeko would actually be caring towards you!! She'd try her best to understand if you don't want to move much

✧ she stays in Express for most of the time herself so she'll most likely be around you when others are gone exploring and so

✧ has no problem bringing you food, she just wants to make sure you stay healthy!

✧ but she does try to get your condition up by encouraging you to at least take small walk around Express with her and may even offer you your favorite sweet as treat for doing good job!

✧ she honestly is the type to not care much as long as you stay happy and healthy

✧ she often stays in the Express but if you'd want to go on adventure, she'll be more than happy to go with you!

✧ she's pretty supportive during it too, maybe she won't necessarily carry you but she sits down along you whenever you feel like taking a little break

"Hey, since others are gone walking around Jarilo VI, how about we take a small walk?"

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✧ Welt would most likely scold you for not taking care of yourself and explain how it's important for you to move at least once a day and so

✧ he'll still bring you food tho! Just be prepared for small scolding every time he enters...

✧ definitely tried getting you out of your room and even on expeditions by suggesting going to your favorite cafe on the way or so

✧ if he does manage to get you out for adventure, his scolding actually stops and he's pretty supportive!

✧ he'll let you rest whenever you need and even often drop some "I'm proud of you"s since he sees you're trying your best

✧ trust me when I say he'd love to carry you to help you out but I feel like he has a back of old men so he can't-

✧ instead he'll sit down with you whenever you need and maybe bring you some water or so to calm down

"You're doing a good job, don't give it up, alright? It's alright to take a break so ask for it whenever you need."

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[theonotti]

Theodore Nott | Headcanons | After Hogwarts Edition

in my head, Theo didn’t fight for the death eaters in the war and CC does not exist thanks

The first thing Theo does when he gets his own place is get a cat.

The oldest cat the shelter has.

The cat would have a really stupid name like Fork and that’s 99% of the reason that he picked her.

“She’s a bloody fucking bitch. I love her dearly.”

Lowkey depressed

He lives in a one bedroom flat with a balcony so he can smoke and star gaze.

Keeps a tidy living space.

He tries to be a plant person but they always die

And i mean they ALWAYS die.

He has multiple bookcases lining his walls that are FILLED with books.

His occupation after the war is as an Unspeakable.

Only speaks to you about it

Hosts his friends often.

Movie nights. Dinners. Holidays. Regular hangouts. Despite having the smallest living quarters, he’s still the most likely to have them over.

Never the first to send a text

(Well almost never.)

Lives near a lake that he can walk along, similarly to how he’d walk along the Black Lake at Hogwarts.

Out of all of his friends, he sees Mattheo Riddle and Draco Malfoy the most, but he still sees Enzo, Blaise and Pansy often.

Somehow got even less talkative after the war because family trauma.

Only really talkative with his friends and you.

Becomes obsessed with muggle music now that he’s not worried about his parents finding out.

He’d listen to a little bit of everything.

Slow dancing across his kitchen floor.

Cannot go to sleep until he’s checked on Fork and given her at least 3 kisses on the top of her head.

Still the funniest person in any room.

He loves thunderstorms and will open the balcony door to listen to them.

You know he’s had a nightmare when he texts you really late at night (which happens more often than either of you would like).

He learned how to cook from his mum, so every time he cooks, he feels close to her.

Which means he cooks almost every night.

Feeding his friends and you is his love language.

Doesn’t use any magic when he cooks, just like she taught him.

He’s outgrown a lot of his anger that would cause him to get into fights as a student, still has a temper though.

He’s also cut down the amount of cigarettes he smokes a day to under ten, but he isn’t quite ready to quit yet.

He tries to go to the local library every couple of weeks.

fighting for your life as every day is a battle of the wits with him.

you: if i say i love you, you gotta say it back

theo: ok

you: i love you

theo: it back

theo: jk i love you

He keeps journals and saves every one.

Has only two pictures hanging up in his flat: one of his mum (the only one he has of her), and one of himself and you.

Basically walks everywhere.

Absolutely refuses to drive.

He’s gentle with everything.

His belongings.

His cat.

But most of all, you.

Favorite social media is snapchat and he sends you lil pictures throughout his day (when he’s not working obvi).

It’s his only social media actually, he hates the others.

Has a key made for you for his flat so you can come over whenever you please.

“babe” and “my love” are his favorite pet names.

He travels a lot for work and he always tries to see something cool when he’s there to show you.

With his dad in Azkaban, mum gone and no siblings, Theo thought adult life would be a lonely one.

But with his little found family from school, as well as you by his side

He couldn’t explain what loneliness feels like if he tried.

[xxhexwolfxx]

Don't worry about it! I'm glad you took your time! Did you get a request? It's dating headcanons for Horangi, Rodolfo, Alejandro, and König with gn s/o. Thanks!

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓗𝓒𝓢

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get this done! I unfortunately had to cut out Horangi. I thought I knew more about his character than I actually did. I hope that’s alright!

DISCLAIMER: None of these are really connected!

WARNINGS: None

CHARACTERS: König, Alejandro, and Rodolfo

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König:

Loves the height difference between you two. It makes him feel like he can properly protect you.

I believe that he hates crowded places, but he forces through them for you. He doesn't even notice everyone else when you're with him.

Likes to work out with you there. He likes to show off his muscles and gets cocky when you compliment them.

He likes to call you nicknames that mean small. He thinks it's funny, but he also thinks it cute.

Loves to give bear hugs. He just scoops you up in his arms and holds you close. It always makes him happier afterwards.

Alejandro:

Loves to tease and flirt with you constantly. He especially likes it when it makes you blush.

Doesn't matter what insecurities you have. This man won't even let you think anything bad about yourself. He's always complimenting you.

He does call you sweet names in Spanish, he also loves calling you stupid things. This man will look you straight in your eyes, acting all sweet and then call you refrigerator or something.

He does get a bit jealous of people around you. He trusts you fully and he's not toxic about it. He just gets into his head too much and believes you can leave him just like that.

He loves to dance with you. Wether it's a slow dance or dancing in the kitchen while cooking, he loves it. He loves to do stupid dance moves to make you laugh.

Rudy:

Loves cuddling you. He can barely get out of bed because he loves cuddling you so much.

Just loves to tell you how much he loves you randomly. You can tell when he's going to do it because he gets this sweet look in his eyes as he looks at you.

I personally head canon that he loves to sing. If you can't sleep at night, then he will sing you soft songs. It's often you wake up to him singing while cooking your breakfast.

He loves to hold your hand when you guys go out. It's a simple way to show his love for you.

He loves to cook for you. He makes dishes from when his mother used to cook for him. It's another way he likes to show his love.

[charlottesbookclub]

time after time – chapter twelve (part two) (armitage hux x reader)

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Summary: Hux's date with you continues as you settle in to watch a holofilm together

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader; set pre-TFA; as always, let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 4962

Author’s Note: yay date night part two!!!! I know there were hopes for a little kiss here, but unfortunately I must disappoint you up front and say that I probably committed too hard to the "slow" part of the slow burn 😅 (but there will be kissing!! quite soon too, actually...) ☺️ anyway, this is nothing but pure fluff and I really hope you enjoy this conclusion to the date!! 🥰🥰

Hux’s growing desire to be ever closer to you was finally about to be sated as he cleared your plates in preparation for the last activity he had planned. Alone for a moment in the kitchen, his nerves sparked to life, sending a feeling of queasiness swirling through his stomach. What if you said no? What if he had built this all up for nothing? His nausea intensified. But what if you said yes? What if, in just moments, you were curled up next to him on the couch, just as he had imagined? The queasy feeling was joined by one of faintness, and he needed to lean against the counter momentarily. 

“Armitage?” The sweet sound of your voice caused him to whip around. You were lingering near the entrance to the kitchen area. “Can I help with anything?” 

“No, but thank you – I’m just finishing,” he responded, still feeling a little unsteady on his feet, a sensation that was not being improved by your warm presence so close to him. You nodded, turning away slightly to try and stifle a small yawn. Hux was instantly on alert.

“Are you tired?” he asked, torn between respecting your needs and so desperately wanting you to stay. “I had something else planned, but if you would rather return to your quarters and rest, I completely understand.” There would be just the tiniest fraction of relief if you said yes; he wouldn’t have to hear your reject him, wouldn’t have to know that you didn’t want to be close to him. But that potential relief was deeply overshadowed by his longing to hear you say that you wanted to stay. 

“No, sorry – you weren’t supposed to see that,” you laughed lightly. “I worked a double bridge shift last cycle. It wasn’t ideal, but they seemed desperate, so…” You let the words trail off, absently fiddling with the loosened collar of your uniform. Hux watched the gesture fixedly, wishing so badly it was his fingers dancing around the edges of the dark fabric, brushing over your tender skin. He gripped the edge of the counter again to keep himself upright and breathing. If he passed out now, he wouldn’t get to know your answer. “I’d really like to stay, if you can put up with a slightly sleepier version of me than usual.”

Hux could have collapsed. You’d like to stay. You’d really like to stay. 

“Yes, of course – of course!” The relief was making him a little giddy. “I fear you probably always get the most tired version of me – I’m not sure there is another version.” You laughed your warm laugh at his stupid joke and Armitage was certain he might be about to combust with happiness. It was working. He was doing things right. You’d really like to stay.

“I was thinking, unless you’re terribly opposed to the idea, that we could watch a holofilm?” He caught his breath at the end of the question, waiting for your response. You raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I wouldn’t have put you down as a holofilm person,” you observed, a hint of teasing in your voice.

“In truth, I—I’m not,” he admitted, feeling a blush crawl onto his pale cheeks, “I have no idea which one to recommend.” Maybe this had been a bad idea.

“Oh, don’t worry – I’m not either,” you reassured him, one hand coming to rest briefly on his arm, setting sparks off on his skin beneath his uniform sleeve. The casualness of the touch was doing something to him, making him feel a bit like a short-circuiting droid. “We can be holofilm novices together.” You smiled brightly at him. Never mind, this hadbeen a good idea after all.

“Right – yes – perfect,” Armitage struggled to produce words for a moment.

“Should I go… switch into my leisure clothes then?” you asked, and Hux did not miss the shy embarrassment that crept into your voice. His blush only deepened.

“Uh… yes, please feel free to use the refresher if you would like. It’s just…” he lamely indicated its location, although he was certain you already knew where it was. With a little duck of your head and a nervous smile, you retreated into the other room. Hux exhaled a long breath, gathering what wits he had remaining before entering his sleeping area to make his own preparations.

The issue of clothing was a conundrum that he had spent a long time considering. He felt most comfortable in his uniform, that was undeniable. However, there were a few major drawbacks to wearing it in this scenario. First, he would certainly rumple and crease it enough that it could not be re-worn. This was not a major issue – he could merely put on a new one the next time he needed to be presentable. Second – and more seriously – it did not convey the message that he wanted to communicate to you. It spoke to authority and professionalism; it said he wasn’t ready to allow himself to be comfortable with you, that he was maintaining a distance. That was not at all how he wished to present himself to you. Third – and this one he had considered at length – the crisp, pointed shoulders of his uniform did not exactly encourage the laying of one’s head on them. Perhaps it was too much to hope, but he really really liked the idea that you might feel moved to rest your head on his shoulder, and he wanted to facilitate that possibility as much as he could.

Following these observations to their inevitable conclusion, it was obvious to Hux that despite the deficits they created in his appearance, he would need to wear his leisure clothes. With a bracing sigh, he discarded his uniform and pulled on the plain black shirt and pants that comprised his casual clothing. He tried to assure himself that you had already seen him dressed in this manner twice, and had still chosen to come back, so he must not have appeared unbearably unattractive. Still, he did what he could to sharpen the lines of the relaxed garments to give himself some small measure of confidence before stepping back out into the main space.

He found you already changed and perched on the edge of the couch, distractedly tucking your hands in and out of the cuffs on your long-sleeved leisure shirt. Kriff, he could have looked at you forever. He tried to memorize the lines of your body, taking in the shape of your form that the soft drape of the garments revealed to him. Thank the stars he had already started making his way toward you when your attention turned to him – he would have been mortified to have been caught staring. He settled himself on the couch a respectable distance from you – he didn’t want to assume anything – but still close enough that his head felt a little fuzzy. You offered him a small, shy smile as he pulled up the selection screen.

“What are we going to watch?” you asked, shifting slightly closer, your knee almost brushing against his thigh. Armitage reminded himself to breathe and not look at the miniscule space between your bodies.

“I was going to let you choose,” he responded, hoping his voice didn’t shake as much as he felt like it was. 

“Hmm… that’s a lot of pressure,” you laughed lightly, beginning to scroll through the options. Foolishly, he glanced at you as your attention remained focused on the screen, noticing the way the soft light highlighted your features. He looked away quickly, heat flooding into his cheeks. He tried to focus on the screen as well, watching you flick through the list. The vast majority of the titles were old Imperial era holofilms deemed appropriate for consumption within the First Order; nothing scandalous or crude or untoward. He didn’t care at all what the two of you would watch, but he was curious which one you would pick. After a few moments, you settled on one. From the title and brief description, it looked like an adventure romance set on a jungle planet. Fascinating. Just when he was about to ask what had influenced your decision, you seemed to anticipate his question.

“I was stationed there for a few months, on the planet where this is supposedly set,” you explained. Hux was instantly intrigued. “I’m interested to see how much was actually filmed planetside. I bet most of it was done in a studio.”

“Oh?” He wished he could have formed a more coherent question, but his ability to think was still being impeded by your proximity.

“It was so wet and so hot all the time,” you laughed at the memory, “I felt like I was constantly drenched. I have a hard time believing they would have been able to film for any extended period of time in those conditions.” You looked at him then, eyes sparkling.

“Well, I’m very glad you survived it.” He tried not to sound too breathless.

“Anything for the cause – am I right, General?” You gave him a little mock-salute and Hux’s heart nearly fell out of his chest. He tried not to look at your lips, knowing that if he did, he might have you pressed against the cushions in seconds, his hands feeling the shape of your body rather than just imagining it, his mouth devouring yours until he couldn’t remember the taste of anything but you. For a brief moment, he feared he might black out at the very thought of it. He took the subtlest deep breath he could manage, forcing the image from his mind. He needed to be so careful. He needed to do this right. 

“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing to the holofilm, hoping that his voice didn’t tremble on its way out of his mouth.

“We shall,” you agreed happily, pushing yourself further back onto the couch and pulling the blanket up around you. Good – things were going mostly according to plan thus far. Armitage adjusted the holoprojector and set the holofilm to play. Once assured that the device was functioning properly, he also situated himself more comfortably on the couch. He tried to leave enough room that you didn’t feel compelled to be in his space if you didn’t want to be. Maybe in a little while he would move slightly closer under the pretense of shifting his position on the cushions. That could work. Just as he had settled on this plan, he felt an unexpected weight press against him. He froze instantly.

Were you… leaning against him? Already? Kriff kriff kriff – he had not planned for this. He had thought that halfway through the holofilm – if he was lucky – your tiredness might compel you to gently rest your head on his shoulder. But no. You were fully tucked against his side, cheek nestled on his shoulder, one whole half of his body set ablaze with the nearness of you.

There he was, experiencing far better than the best-case scenario that he had projected, and he was sitting as stiff as a stormtrooper at attention. If you could feel the tension in his body, you might think he wanted you to stop. That thought alone was enough to instantly force him to unclench his muscles and try to start breathing as normally as he was able, given the circumstances. What was he supposed to do? He let his eyes follow the action displayed on the holoprojector, even though he was absorbing nothing except the glorious sensation of you pressed against him. Trying to be as natural as possible, he relaxed slowly, letting his body mold to the shape of yours. Stars, he hoped he was doing this right. It felt good. Better than good, actually. It felt incredible to just be with you like this. A pleasant warmth suffused through his whole body, helping him relax even further into you.

There was the issue of his arm, however. It was currently pinned slightly between your two bodies. Armitage had suffered far greater discomfort; he could have stayed like that for days and never once complained. But in his vision, he had wrapped an arm around you. That seemed like it could be a natural reaction to his current position, but he wasn’t convinced he could make the motion come off as natural. Would that be too far? Too presumptuous? He tried to glance at your face, to see if he could judge anything from your expression. From his angle, however, he couldn’t discern much except that you seemed to be happily watching the holofilm, the light flickering softly over your face. Kriff, he really wanted to put his arm around you. Quietly attempting to take a steadying breath, he committed to the action.

Slowly – so slowly – he lifted his arm from where it lay and maneuvered it until his fingers just brushed along the back of your neck, finally coming to rest around your shoulders. Hux was fairly certain he didn’t breathe the entire time. In this position, you were free to move even closer to him, and to his shock, you did – almost instantly. He felt you burrow even more tightly against him, settling into his hesitant embrace with a contented hum. Armitage was in complete disbelief. He had not calculated for this at all. Normally, he was a man who didn’t like to be wrong, who hated the unexpected. But sitting with you wrapped up against him, he had never been so happy to stand corrected.

Your words came back to him again: I care about you, Armitage. Is that such an unbelievable idea? He had said yes. He had found it to be an unbelievable idea. But with the warmth of you sinking into his very bones, with you seemingly happy in his arms, he just might have to start believing. 

The two of you sat like that for a long time. Armitage saw the images of the holofilm but wasn’t following the story – all his thoughts were of you. He even allowed himself to rub his thumb lightly back and forth where it rested on your arm, softly brushing over the fabric of your shirt, feeling your warm skin just beneath. You nestled even further into him, and if he hadn’t been so intent upon soaking up every single second, Armitage thought it was very possible that he might have passed out from happiness. 

He began to seriously consider pulling you into his lap, since you clearly didn’t seem opposed to being closer to him, and he wanted you as close as you could possibly get, and even closer still than that. He strategized. He could just move his one hand to your waist, fingers pressed against your hip and stomach – a thought that momentarily stole his breath. Then if he turned slightly toward you, he could ease your already-leaning form toward his chest, pulling you fully into him and encasing you in his arms. The idea was making him sick with want. Again, he tried to judge your possible reaction, not wanting to do anything that might be outside the bounds of your comfort, no matter how badly he wished for it. When he glanced at you, he found that your eyes had fluttered shut. Your breathing had deepened too, and he could feel the steady rhythm of it where your body met his. You had fallen asleep. 

Although that may have put an end to his thoughts of pulling you into his lap, this development was its own kind of blessing. You trusted him – you really trusted him. You felt comfortable enough not only to fall asleep in his presence, but essentially in his arms. In that moment, Armitage couldn’t conceive of a higher honor. He watched the rest of the holofilm play out, barely cognizant of what was happening in the story. He wondered idly if you would wake up when the holoprojector faded into darkness and went silent. How should he react? Should he pretend he hadn’t realized? Would you be embarrassed? He hated the thought of that and resolved to do everything within his power to soothe away any discomfort you might feel.

He needn’t have worried though – the holofilm ended and you still didn’t wake. In the darkness of his quarters, with you sleeping contentedly against him, Armitage mused that this was perhaps the most peaceful he had ever felt in his life. Maybe he was allowing himself to go too far in his imaginings, but he couldn’t keep from picturing a reality where he came back to this – to you – every cycle. Where he no longer had to dream about what it might feel like to fall asleep at your side, to hold you close, to wake up to your sunshine smile. The ache of his wanting was nearly exquisite. 

You were so close. The skin of your forehead was just inches from his lips. It would only take a small incline of his head to press a gentle kiss against your hairline. He had never kissed anyone, had never even wanted to kiss anyone. With you, though, everything was different. After having dreamed about it for weeks, the thought of finally pressing his lips to your skin both excited and terrified him. But no – he couldn’t. If he kissed you – even the slightest brush of a kiss – he wanted you to remember it. 

Minutes or hours made very little difference to Armitage. He could have stayed there with you for a year and not minded a bit. But eventually, from elsewhere in his quarters, he heard the shrill ping of his datapad. Kriff. Trying to judge how much time had passed, he reasoned that it was likely his reminder to prepare for his bridge shift. Caught in a violent conflict within himself for a long moment, he finally made the decision that he needed to get up and ready himself. The process of extricating himself from you was painstaking. Not only was he loath to leave you, but he was also determined not to wake you. Each tiny movement was slow and calculated, his breath always catching in his throat with the fear that the next motion would be the one that would end your peaceful slumber. You made small sounds in your sleep as he gently eased your head onto a couch cushion, but you didn’t wake. 

Just as he was sliding his fingers from beneath where they had cradled your cheek to help settle you on the pillow, you rolled onto your side and caught his receding hand in yours. Certain he had awoken you, he prepared to apologize, only to realize that you were still deeply asleep. Your lips parted slightly, and a single word slipped from your mouth, slightly indistinct and clouded with sleep, but Hux was certain he had never heard anything more clearly:

“Armitage…” Then your hand loosened again, setting his fingers free.

Armitage fell to his knees beside the couch. He stared at your sleeping form uncomprehendingly, the sound of his name falling from your lips reverberating in his mind. You were… He almost couldn’t bring himself to even think it. You were dreaming of him. That knowledge alone could sustain him through countless trials and tortures. He wished he somehow could have known it long before. He thought of what he could have endured – almost happily – with the knowledge that somewhere in the future, you would be dreaming of him. The hand he raised to your face was shaking nearly uncontrollably as he skimmed his thumb lightly over your cheek, trying to reassure himself that you were real, that he wasn’t the one who was dreaming. But he could feel the gentle warmth of your skin, the soft curve of your face beneath his trembling hand. You were dreaming of him.

Eventually, he forced himself to stand, and he readied himself in a blissful daze. He had to move more slowly than usual, needing to stay quiet and keep the lights off so as not to disturb you. A small and worthwhile sacrifice. Before departing, he realized he should probably leave you some sort of note, just as you had done for him. Grabbing a piece of paper from his desk, he began a message, then had to scratch it out and discard it. Almost all of his official writing was typed and communicated digitally. The only time he wrote by hand was when he was making notes for himself, and he was only too aware that those scribblings were legible to him alone. He tried again, taking care to form each letter.

I hope you slept well. You fell asleep during the holofilm and I know you needed your rest after working a double shift, so I didn’t want to wake you. 

I don’t have much to offer in the way of food (I apologize for that), but there are nutrition bars on the shelving unit in the kitchen. 

Please consider anything in my quarters to be available for your use – take whatever you might need.

He took a deep breath before writing his concluding lines, trying to determine how best to convey his feelings.

I enjoyed our time together more than I can properly express. If it is amenable to you, I would be delighted to schedule another date.

In the meantime, I look forward to seeing you soon for our visit to the senator. 

He looked at the note for a long moment before he tentatively placed the tip of his stylus to the paper again and scrawled a sloppy heart. It was lopsided and clearly unpracticed, but he hoped it communicated what his somewhat stilted words could not. 

Hux carefully placed the paper on the table in front of the couch, allowing himself one last, longing look at you before quietly departing.

His bridge duties were never his favorite of the many tasks he undertook for the First Order, but this cycle, his shift felt particularly tedious. In the past, he had often found himself looking out of the large viewports of the ship, wishing he was meeting with his engineers or speaking to the Starkiller planning team or sitting his quarters working up new designs. Now he wished he was back in his quarters for other reasons. 

Peavey paced into view in Hux’s periphery. He was brought back to the present moment, remembering your words about the captain over dinner. Hux had the distinct sense that Peavey distained him – as did most of the ex-Imperials – for holding a higher rank despite his age. But Peavey had never been as openly antagonistic toward him as others had. And it seemed like he had been at least decent and respectful toward you.

“Captain,” Hux addressed him.

“General.” Peavey came up alongside him at perfect attention, waiting for whatever order Hux might give.

“Captain, I wish to commend you on the work you’ve done in facilitating a positive transition for the many new personnel who have come under your command as the First Order has redistributed its workforce over the past months.”

Hux kept his gaze carefully outward at the stars beyond the Finalizer, but out of the corner of his eye, he was certain he saw a flicker of shock on the captain’s face before he resumed an expression of professional placidity.

 “Thank you, sir. It is my desire to see this ship – and all First Order ships – running smoothly and productively.”

“Your efforts do not go unnoticed. I’ve heard from many officers and crew alike that your command style is appreciated. That’s all, Captain.” He turned to look at Peavey then, and inclined his head slightly in both thanks and dismissal. Peavey returned the gesture.

“Sir.” Peavey paced back to his station then, but Hux thought he saw him cast a second disbelieving glance over his shoulder at the general. Hux smiled inwardly at the elder captain’s clear surprise. He found himself extremely proud of the fact that the action was something you would have done, if you had been in a position to do so. He hoped that you would be pleased with him, if you ever found out. He thought you might be. 

Aside from the short conversation with Peavey, Hux’s shift was long and dragging. He completed his duties as was required, and his many years of practice allowed him to remain mostly focused on the tasks at hand. It was only when he was at last departing the bridge that he finally gave his mind over to thoughts of you. He tried to imagine what had happened when you woke. He sincerely wished that you hadn’t been embarrassed, or disappointed that he had left; he couldn’t stand the thought of either scenario. As he made his way through the ship, a small, desperate hope persisted that you would still be there, waiting for him. He knew it was highly unlikely though – you had a shift later in the cycle, and you certainly would have wanted to return to your own quarters to prepare. Nevertheless, his breath caught in his throat slightly as he entered his credentials and the door to his quarters whizzed open. As he had expected, they were as quiet and empty as usual.

It wasn’t fair for him to be disappointed – you had responsibilities to attend to as well. Anyway, the slight twinge of disappointment that he felt melted away instantly when he reached the couch and saw that you had penned a message back to him. Clearly, you had rearranged the couch back to perfection, although Hux half wished that he could have had the displaced pillow and crumpled blanket as proof that you had really been there. But when he sank into the cushions to read your note, he realized that your scent still lingered on the fabric, causing a small smile to play around the corners of his lips.

Hi Armitage!

Thank you so much for your note! Stars, I hope I didn’t totally ruin the holofilm by falling asleep in the middle of it – I guess that will teach me to be more careful about taking double shifts!

He could practically hear the joking laughter in your voice through the paper. He wished there was a way for him to assure you that you hadn’t ruined anything – far from it. You had given him what was probably the most wonderful night of his life.

I did take a nutrition bar – thank you! :)

He was relieved at that. He had meant the offer seriously, but had feared you wouldn’t actually take him up on it. 

I would have stayed, but I need to be on the bridge later this cycle and I want to freshen up in my quarters.

You would have stayed. Hux’s breath caught in his lungs. You would have stayed – you wanted to stay. Kriff, it was probably far too soon to hope, but Armitage couldn’t quite silence the thought that one day his quarters would be your quarters too, and you wouldn’t need to leave. He made himself keep reading to avoid getting lost in such a far-flung fantasy. 

And yes – I would LOVE to schedule another date (hopefully next time I won’t fall asleep part way through!). I’m so sorry I was in no state to tell you last night, but everything you prepared was perfect! I had a wonderful time!

Hux’s whole body felt warm, his chest swelling with pride. He read the words over and over: perfect, wonderful. You’d love to see him again. Thank the stars – he had actually done things right.

I’m also looking forward to our meeting with the senator (and frankly, to spending more time with you, even if it is on official business). See you soon!

Armitage felt quite faint suddenly. He had hoped – kriff, had he hoped – but for you to say it? For you to feeling strongly enough to actually write it down? The paper shook as he gripped it, drinking in your words until they made him nearly giddy.

And then, at the bottom of the page, your signature bracketed with two little hearts. He could no longer sit still. He paced to his desk, carefully folding the paper as he went. He wanted to preserve all of your words, but he made the creases such that your name with the doodled hearts were on the front-facing plane of the long, triangular shape that he had made of the note. He set it on the shelf above his desk, next to the loth cat you had given him. They looked perfect together. 

Before he lost his nerve, he pulled out his datapad and sent you a message.

I just got your note – thank you. I just wanted to reassure you that you didn’t ruin anything. I enjoyed our time together immensely.

He leaned back in his chair. Had he actually sent you a message that he didn’t hate and that truly communicated what he had wanted to express? Even though he knew you were on the bridge, your response was nearly instant.

Oh good – thank you for telling me (I was just a little worried haha)! And I did want to reiterate that I had an absolutely incredible time! ❤️❤️

Two digital hearts blinked to life at the end of your message. He had to stand up again for a moment, pacing in a quick circle around his office space. You had an absolutely incredible time. As he recalled the previous night, his arm hummed at the memory of being wrapped around you. It was a feeling he knew he would never be able to get enough of. Sitting back down with his datapad, he immediately began scrolling through his calendar and yours, already planning for next time.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Would Blanche like it if darling wants to celebrate his birthday? If he would ever allow them to find out that is

Unlike Yves, Blanche seems to overshare. You knew his birthday in the first meeting, it's on the 22nd October.

He would be giddy during the week of his birthday, already planning a nice little party between him and his (only) dear friend, you. Blanche has been yapping about how wonderful and fun his birthday will be, he wants you to stay the night before, so he can receive his midnight birthday kisses and cuddles.

Later in the morning, he would already start baking his cake using metal trays and including only his freshest eggs from the coop. Preparing the frosting, cream, and toppings for you and him to decorate the sweet treat with. Of course, he will have some savory dishes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the two of you.

The actual celebration will only happen late in the afternoon when the cake is all assembled and his kitchen is a mess. It wouldn't be this chaotic nor would it take this long if you weren't there, he is actually a neat and almost clinical baker, but you brought out the jolly side of him. He doesn't mind cleaning up a lot more after, because he had fun and it's with you.

Oddly enough, he doesn't remember how old he is. But upon seeing his government-issued identity card, you count that he was celebrating his 52nd birthday. You're surprised because he looks fifteen years younger than he actually is, save for the greying hair.

You were the one who told him that you don't think it's a good idea to fit 52 candles on a cake. It is by no means small, but that is just a ridiculous amount of melted wax on something edible and beautiful. That is why you bought him candles that are shaped into the numbers '5' and '2'. He found it funny to swap it, so it says '25' on the cake instead, Blanche would be giggling and clapping his hands at his joke.

You and Blanche would have his birthday cake with a cup of his herbal tea, chatting away about your day and his while a gentle and soothing, old-fashioned birthday song plays softly in the background. The box of Jolly and Joy would be brought out, allowing you and him to enjoy the day away with such jollity. Blanche would be tenderly bobbing his head towards the music that's playing out of his gramophone while he knits, crochets, paints, or completes a puzzle with you. Even if it's his special day, you get to choose what to do from his wooden box. You need not worry, as it almost seems like it contains an unlimited variety of items and games. However, you must slow dance with him at least once, to the song of his choosing. It's always pleasant to listen to and easy to follow.

In the end, you will be completely tuckered out, resting your head on his lap as he hums a birthday tune to himself. Blanche would be raking his fingernails through your hair and scalp, allowing you to fully relax on him. Eventually, you will fall into a deep, deep slumber with all the coziness and snuggliness of it all.

Usually, he would let you rest on his lap while he knits or crochets something for you to bring home. But he's a bit worried. So he would retrieve his notebook and pencil from somewhere and read through his notes all over again.

Yes. He's 52 this year on (legal) paper. However, Blanche is wracking his brain trying to figure out how old he actually is. Could it be, that his memory is failing him due to aging? He was sure to drink his ginkgo and do some sort of mental exercise every day.

He would release a quiet sigh. Blanche needs to refer to his past notebooks which are stashed in his "Suitcase of Secrets". Or simply, receptacle #3467 for Blanche's personal cataloguing.

But as of now, he is just going to enjoy the remainder of his birthday in peace. Blanche would put his notebook away and pick up a pair of knitting needles. He pressed one last kiss on your forehead, making you stir a bit before sitting up straight to work on his birthday gift for you.

[muttsupreme]

hii mutt

I was the one who submitted the ask about romey’s perv folder ™ and as your number one fan I must humbly ask….

when are you gonna let us read a full roman fic? Ik you talked about actually writing the series and stuff and i’m dying to find out how they met and him being a pervy boss before then. how did he find out reader was a freak like him 😩

No rush ofc,I love this couple sm and your writing is so good and it’s such a comfort to me!

- ☯️

i never knew anyone would actually want a full series, but i’m totally down for a whole series thing! tbh idk when i’ll get around to it or if it’s even in the best interests of the general vibe of this account to do a big series because of my whack schedule. but i can give my own little opinions on how they met and stuff, and would be happy to do rambles or a line of works based on what people may wanna know!

i hc them as having met at shiv’s wedding as a whole roman being shiv’s ‘man of honor’ and reader being tom’s ‘best woman’. i can totally see small-town (maybe southern, maybe just ‘poor’ in comparison to rome) reader being old pals with midwestern social climber tom through some fucked up twist of fate.

through another fucked up twist of fate, i see caroline loving her. the scene where she tells roman he should marry tabitha would probs become caroline telling roman that reader is a ‘good one’, he should do something about it, make something happen, cave into the ‘maid of honor and best man’ trope. which roman would then correct as, “Man of honor and best woman, Mom.” reader tries to brush it off by reminding caroline that he’s with tabitha (without knowing it’s more of an open, friends-pretending-to-fuck thing) — very girl’s girl.

roman kinda just likes her immediately, the vibes match. i imagine a scene on a balcony, reader getting fresh air, not used to a huge destination wedding at a huge fucking archaic castle, filled to the brim with the fussiest snakes in the viper’s nest. roman coming out, asking if she wants to smoke, “Uh, no thanks but, go ahead?” and he does, “You sure? Well, sure you don’t mind and also. Like, no smoking? Virgin lungs or something?” and they talk and laugh, and when they go back in is when he finds out about the shuttle accident and sorta doesn’t give a fuck? poor gerri, the accident-prone roy is in puppy love with the groomswoman and she’s left to clean up his messes.

roman dances with reader and kinda tries to ignore any and everything. i’d imagine they move both shockingly fast and slow, like reader stays with tom per his request for a couple weeks because she doesn’t have a place in new york, but when the tomshiv tension gets too high, roman kinda relocates her to an en-suite spare room in his penthouse a door down from him. hires people to fix everything up for and with her, starts a list in the kitchen of shared groceries, movie nights at least twice a week.

‘fast’ as in when reader gets hired at waystar as the family’s (cough cough, roman’s) in-house attorney (because if roman needs anything, he needs a personal attorney that isn’t just a for-hire, white-collar shark, but someone in close contact with the family overall, and that’s reader’s opt-in), she’s accidentally opted in to sharing an office with roman, who is generally thrilled that his dad has given him a new play toy. his dad is more of the belief that reader is fresh meat in a skirt, in a, “Romulus, make sure the girl doesn’t get eaten alive,” way. ‘fast’ as in roman takes her out for dinner at ‘their place’, an italian restaurant with the best pasta in new york, he says. ‘fast’ as in, at that same place for the first time (what he calls their ‘first date’ despite reader being entirely unaware it was ever a date), they both ran into one of his dad’s old ‘buddies’ who she knows better than to ask much about, and roman pulled a ‘prank’ by saying the two of them were engaged — and she went along with it, though unconvincingly.

and ‘slow’ as in there’s never really a discussion of what they are, it’s just roman saying, “I never fuck anyone else ever again and you never fuck anyone else ever again. That’s the deal, the fuckin’…thing we got goin’ on here.” he jokes about eloping but is also weird with stuff, ‘girlfriend’ is such a weird word, his weird internalized homophobia won’t allow the use of the word ‘partner’ without a visible cringe, so. it’s kinda nothing, unofficially engaged, like ‘promised to each other’, an almost arranged marriage except voluntary, without a dowry.

so, there’s a ramble of little factoids i’ve imagined about roman and little miss priss reader, just in case i never get around to it — that’s all the intro important stuff i’m pretty set on!

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Last ask with TS just melted my heart so building on that… Slow dancing to Sweet Nothing by TS with Jamie Tartt??? All the fluff

jamie and taylor swift together, ya'll know my weaknesses way too well

Jamie frowns. "Do I know this song?"

You turn from where you're cutting some veggies for dinner, eyebrows raised. "I sure hope you do. We've only listened to the album a million times since it came out."

The kitchen is bathed in golden sunlight, the last few rays of the sunset hitting your home just right as the day ends. Jamie's on the couch with a book in his hands; a used, tattered copy of something he reads more out of comfort than the desire to actually focus.

It's been a slow day, the kind that happens after a good win the previous night that leaves Jamie tired and satisfied, wanting nothing more than to spend the next 24 at home with you by his side.

Of course, you were more than happy to oblige. Hours filled with sleep and sleepy sex, quick snacks and lots of water until your stomachs begged for actual food. So here you were now, Sunday mostly gone, a Taylor Swift playlist playing softly in the background while making dinner.

The song ends and another one begins, a plain, sweet piano melody making you smile down at the food. Suddenly, Jamie's vacated his spot on the couch and walked up behind you to wrap his arms around your middle, tucking his face into your neck and kissing the skin.

You hide another giddy expression. Sweet Nothing was one of Jamie's favorite songs from the album from the get-go, always thinking of you when it played. As a public figure who has spent too long in the spotlight with every single part of his personality up for display and inspection, your relationship had been quiet at the beginning, from the public and Jamie's teammates since he was between teams and had a target on his back.

You took it like a champ, following his cues and letting him make a shelter out of you and your relationship, somewhere he could be himself from every angle; loud and unapologetic, small and quiet, sweet and eager to love. Loving him back has been the easiest thing you've ever done.

"This one 'm sure I know," he murmurs, chest glued to your back, warm and safe. He's wearing a hoodie and shorts, and you're wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. "Come dance with me."

"Five minutes ago you were so hungry you were dying," you quote his own words back at him in a terrible impression of his accent, earning yourself a poke to the ribs. You jump further into him, making it easier for him to whisk you away from the counter.

"I can wait three more minutes," he assures, placing your arms around his neck and his own on your hips, keeping you close. He starts rocking you side to side, his forehead to yours. "Wanna have you close, angel."

Any joke sitting ready on your tongue dissipates at his words, soft and sweet and so very Jamie. "You always have me, baby."

Jamie only crowds closer, mouth to your ear, singing surprisingly in tune along with the song. "You say 'what a mind', this happens all the time..."