#canon character x reader headcanons

[ryuzakemo128]

Vikings Headcanons

Content Warning: Mention of death, mention of sickness, mention of possible self-inflicted pain.

Rating: MA15+

Early Life

Freyja is a fraternal twin born from a different father. Her twin, Fenrir Raengyreon is fifteen minutes older than her.

Their mother died in a raid when they were twelve. On this same day Freyja's father set himself on fire in act of sacrifice to the gods. Hoping it would have pleased them enough to bring their mother back home safely.

When she turned seventeen years old. She was exiled for at least ten years, due to her step-father's inability to both mourn the death of their mother and properly care for Freyja.

Freyja's immune disorder was always there, it became more pronounced when she was exiled at the age of 18. During her time in exile, her immune disorder truly manifested into bouts of illness, in addition to her joints becoming more and more strained. More painful and in winter they lock up from the cold.

Fenrir on the other hand, his father was a wealthy nobleman and a great warrior. Unlike Freyja's father, he is still alive and cares for every expense Fenrir might need. Fenrir never particularly understood why Freyja remained inside the small cabin with the farm that was left to her when both their birth mother and her father passed. As he thought it was rather strange and unfair that she had to live such a meager life, he had often tried to convince her to come with him to live in his father's estate.

She inherited the farm after her father passed when she was 12, her father's farm grew things like Bilberries, Blackberries, Cloudberries and Lingonberries.

Later in Life

She spent ten years outside of Norway in Exile. Given a map, a compass and enough money to head to Wessex. Enough money to settle there for a few months. She rarely speaks of where she went during her exile, not because she was sworn to secrecy or sworn an oath to never tell anyone.

When she came back from exile she was 28 years old, her home looked the same and she then realized that she was the one that was different now. Despite the fact that her home remained the same as she left it. As she tried to settle back into her old life, she realized that nothing would ever be the same again. The people who had once been her friends now looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. They whispered behind their hands and avoided her eyes. Even her family seemed distant, as if they were afraid of what she might say or do.

Returning to the farm, she went back to her old routine rather quickly, adding brief, slight changes like making time to remake the forge her father had before he died, rebuilding the shed to grow her mushrooms inside of, and even starting to teach herself how to weave cloth for blankets and clothing. Teaching herself how to use a loom to make linen cloth, wool cloth and woolen vadmal. All of which she used to trade in the markets in order to get things she needed for her forge.

As time passed, she found solace in her work. The rhythmic motion of her loom became a form of meditation, allowing her to escape the gossip and judgment of those around her. She became known for her high-quality fabrics, and traders from far and wide would come to her humble farm to purchase her wares. She was content with this life, alone but free.

Freyja's Farm

Mushroom Shed: Built when she returned from her exile, close to the farm and her favorite spot by the creek, this small structure is filled with shelves upon shelves of dried mushrooms, hanging from the ceiling and arranged neatly on tables. The earthy scent of mushrooms fills the air, and a small wooden stool sits by the door, inviting visitors to take a seat and rest while she tends to her fungi.

Herb Garden: Surrounded by tall, lush greenery, this garden is home to a diverse array of medicinal and culinary herbs. Rosemary, sage, thyme, lavender, and chamomile grow in neat rows, their vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the earthy brown soil. A small stone bench sits in the center of the garden, where she often goes to meditate and commune with nature.

Honeybee Hives: Freyja maintains several beehives scattered throughout the farm, each carefully tended to with love and care. The gentle hum of bees fills the air as they busily collect nectar from the surrounding flowers, their golden honey a prized commodity on the farm. Freyja often spends hours observing the bees' intricate dances and symbiotic relationship with the flowers, finding solace in their harmonious existence.

Duck Pond: Nestled amidst a grove of willow trees, the duck pond is a serene oasis on the farm. Freyja keeps a small flock of ducks that paddle lazily in the crystal-clear water, their cheerful quacks echoing across the peaceful landscape. Lily pads dot the surface of the pond, providing shelter for frogs and other small creatures, while a rustic wooden bridge spans the water, allowing Freyja to cross to the other side and tend to her beloved ducks.

Blackberry Bramble: Tucked away behind the duck pond, this secluded area of the farm is dominated by a lush, tangled bramble of blackberry bushes. They grow wild and untamed, their thorns sharp and threatening, but Freyja knows every inch of them, having spent countless hours picking the juicy blackberries that grow in abundance. She uses the berries to make jams, jellies, and preserves, which she then trades with the villagers or sells at the market. The blackberry bramble is her secret garden, a place of solitude where she can escape the demands of the world and reconnect with the wild side of herself.

Forge and Smithy: At the heart of the farm stands Freyja's forge and smithy, a testament to her skill and craftsmanship as a blacksmith. The roaring fire within the forge casts a warm glow across the surrounding area, while the rhythmic clang of metal against metal fills the air. Freyja spends countless hours here, hammering away at hot metal, shaping it into tools, weapons, and decorative pieces. Her anvil, worn smooth with use, sits in the center of the smithy, surrounded by shelves of raw materials and finished products. The walls are adorned with various weapons and armor, a testament to Freyja's prowess as a warrior and her dedication to her craft.

Training Area: Near the forge and smithy, there is a cleared area where Freyja trains herself in combat. A wooden dummy stands in the center, battered and worn from countless blows, while various weapons lie scattered about the ground. She spends hours honing her skills with sword and axe, her movements fluid and graceful despite her strength. The ground is littered with the leaves and twigs she plucks from the nearby trees, using them to mark her progress and track her improvement over time. Despite her solitary nature, she finds solace in the companionship of her weapons and the physical challenge of training.

Halfdan the Black x Freyja Raengyreon

The meeting: They met when Freyja reached the age of 40 and he was 43, three years younger than Freyja. She was in disguise as an enemy solider, in captivity because at the time she was trying to sabotage the other side. The other side being Ivar and Harald. Unfortunately, there was a misunderstanding and she was captured by Halfdan's forces. He, being the honorable man he was, decided to spare her life and instead took her captive as well, believing that she would make a valuable addition to his household.

Life together: Freyja tried to send subtle messages that she was a spy of some sort, yet it never seemed to pan out the way that she wanted it to, as Halfdan was always one step ahead of her. Whenever she tried to ensure her real identity was revealed, he would then simply believe that she was playing a game with him and just laugh it off. Confusing her further, she even wrote messages using her actual name hoping he would find it, yet he never seemed to notice them. Until she placed them in plain sight and still, he didn't catch on.

Real Identity: One day, Freyja decided to try a new approach. She gathered her courage and confessed to Halfdan that she was, in fact, spying on both Ivar and Harald, thus capturing her was basically capturing one of their own. To her surprise, Halfdan simply smiled and nodded, revealing that he knew all along. He had been playing the same game with her, trying to see how far she would go in her attempts to reveal her true identity. It seemed that they had finally found a way to communicate on each other's level.

Secret Meeting: Halfdan met her again when she was getting more cheese, specifically Brie cheese from a trader than regularly delivers her two wheels of the type of cheese to her from all the way from Frankia. Halfdan thinks it's rather interesting to him considering that he didn't know that she had a fondness for such a delicacy. "I spent time in Frankia, I got a liking to it during my time there and I go back there for a month or two sometimes a year to trade goods or services, and in return I usually get more of this cheese." Which earned a reply of, "Ah, I see. It seems we both have our secrets." Halfdan couldn't help but admire Freyja's resourcefulness and adaptability, finding himself drawn to her even more.

Secret Meetings: Despite the fact they were on the same side, Halfdan and Freyja continued to meet in secret, drawn to each other by a shared sense of intrigue and mutual respect. These clandestine encounters allowed them to forge a deeper connection, free from the constraints of their respective roles and obligations.

Link to the Divider Used: Here

Links to my previous work: Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02

[silkythewriter]

Hello! New anon here, um, so we have the headcanons for Vox x extravert reader. But what are your headcanons for Vox x introvert reader?

Got me curious :3

Vox x introvert reader!

Warnings!: Non!

Fandom!:Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: AH I WAS WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS (≧▽≦) TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS! Hazbin hotel has my mind running and my hyperfixation on this show is actually wild. IM SO GREATFUL FOR ALL THE REQUESTS TRUELY

Summary!: Vox with a introverted reader!

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3❤️

꧁𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹꧂

꧁𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹꧂

★📺✨!Vox!✨📺★

First things first, he always makes sure the paparazzi’s back off. Being with one of the more popular and powerful overloads is definitely going to come with some press!. But don’t worry you’ll little head off he can always just zap the equipment or threaten them.

As the show shows us he’s one little show off! But as much as he’d love to show what’s his and who’s he’s with he’d keep it private if your uncomfortable with the sudden spot light.

Depending on your personality behind closed doors, like if your more on the calmer side, or on the but more ecstatic side, it will determine what he prefers to do with you!

If your on the calmer he’d love to wind down in your arms and just lay for a bit! Maybe put on the latest news. Or show you the good press he’s getting for his latest invention. He likes having someone to listen like actually listen as much as he likes having power and using it to scare people. It does effect his daily conversation with people since they want to get one his bad side, so he adores the calm conversations with you! Even if your more a listener then a talker.

Now if you were more on the hyper side behind closed doors, he’s gonna be so confused. Where was all this energy when you guys were in the building?! ヘ（° □°）ヘ!!

Once you explain your a bit more introverted in-front of people you don’t know. Which he has to admit he gets it to a degree.

Most of the time he handles any social interaction and takes the lead if someone approaches you not that he’s jelly of them or anything! Yk that meme where it’s like

“They said no pickles” that’s quite literally you and him

Sometimes holds your hand or links pinky’s with you if your ever feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the workers in the building, or the camera shoved into your face. He hates seeing so stress so he dose his best to figure something out, which he always does!

If your not a busy demon like him and are just with him for most of the day which he will admit in secret he absolutely loves he has your own little space in the three Vs building for you to chill out and not get interrupted. He filled it with whatever you said you’d like, even stuff you didn’t tell him… weird…(💧゜^゜)

Sometimes teases you, just because he doesn’t like seeing you upset doesn’t mean he’s gonna let you get away that easy!

Like one time him you and the two other Vs were ordering over phone and rang up the place. Before handing you the phone hurriedly as they picked up making you stammer and stumble over your words from surprise. He cracked up over this, now your always alert when he has a phone around you…

He’s devious, sometimes he makes you go up and ask for straws or something you always end up getting a bit freaked out only for him to laugh as he calls the waiter himself and does it. Yea he’s foul.. -_-

On the brighter note! He always with you in a second if your having trouble with a person and are to nervous to speak up. He dosent mind doin it for you!

Makes you steer clear of the other Val and velvet, their chatter boxes, also he just prefers you to not have to talk to them.

Sometimes he basks in the pure knowledge that your more comfortable with him then others

Overall! He does tease!, he loves the expressions you make!, but in all honesty even with his personality and attuned he’s a sweetheart! Does whatever makes you uncomfortable for you!, he’s a gentleman after all.

꧁𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹꧂

AHHHH TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!! I LOVED WRITING THIS AND I LOVE SEEING WHAT I CNA DO WITH CONTRASTING HEADCANONS LIKE THESE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! ☆ ～('▽^人)

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yandere! Scientist

Hello everyone, thank you so much for all of your support on my previous stories. I was extremely excited about writing this specific piece because it's sort of based on movie that's set to come out real soon. I hope you enjoy and feel free to send requests/speak to me in my ask box.

You met Seán while you were both freshmen in highschool. you noticed he was relatively quieter than everybody else in the classroom. He was the most knowledgeable student in that damned classroom, he was just stealthy about it. The two of you really got to know each other when you were selected as partners, selected based on the similarity of your scores, percentages and your ability to learn certain subjects.

Even after the project was finished and graded, the two of you still kept speaking to each other. The reason for that was because he was absolutely and undeniably in love with you. It took awhile for it to click into your head that he was attracted to you, but when you finally realized, you couldn't be more ecstatic.

He confessed to you at the beginning of your sophomore year. Whilst you were putting some of your belongings into your locker, he showed up behind you with blood red roses in his hand, along with a comically large basket of gifts. A tea-stained letter was nestled into the folds of one of the roses, inside of it was him expressing just how happy you've made him for the past year. How he wants your love reserved for him and him alone.

"Hello, Y/n, I'm sorry to have caught you off guard. You don't have to say anything until after I'm done talking but I have to tell you now because it'll do no good to either of us to just have this rot within me. You've been the subject of my love and utter adoration for...oh, dear...it's been so long I've now forgotten. But, I'll have you believe that I have never and will never forget how sublime you make me feel. Every time I think of you, I can't help but smile and think of our potential future together. Y/n, I wish so desperately to take care of you, touch you, kiss you, to hear my name on your lips for the rest of time, only if you'll let me. Now I'm ready, what do you think?"

You were absolutely stunned to hear such profound declarations of love fall from his lips, even more so when the declarations were about you.

You stood there with your bouquet of prickly roses, woven basket full of all you took joy in. You opened your dry mouth and said, "I can't believe you said all that about me. All of this is so beautiful, Seán. So, what do I think? I'm not sure what I think but I know I want to be your girlfriend."

After high school, he immediately got down on one knee to ask you if you'd be forever his woman. His wife. Of course, your answer was a tearful 'yes' as you blubbered about how much you loved him and about how so happy you were.

Highschool sweethearts!

You've always known about his appreciation for science and his interest to pursue a career in that topic. You can only imagine just how thrilled he was when he got a position in a government facility with the job he's always fought for. He picked you up and swirled you around, causing you to become temporarily dizzy as you giggled at his enthusiasm. Seán doused your hot and flustered cheeks with kisses as he smiled at your precious laugh.

He was so glad he'd managed to get a PhD and job in something that would make him enough money to take care of the both of you, but, mostly you. He was so appreciative to you for staying with him for all these years, always his perfect girl, always so supportive, always giving him beyond helpful ideas + advice. You were perfect.

Eventually, the world was struck with a variety of struggles, mainly caused by powerful political figures that simply did not agree with each other. Many people were caught in the crossfire, protests began being organized, riots ensuing right outside of government buildings. What followed all of these events? Well, the only reasonable answer. War.

Because of this, your husband was called into office and put into a group of other physics scientists. They claimed they needed a defense weapon in case of everyone being put into a harmful and treacherous situation. Seán was made the head man of the project.

This worried you to the fullest extent, maybe you were being dramatic but your husband's position in the project could make him a direct target. When you shared your thoughts with him he couldn't help but give you a small endearing smile.

"you've always been a worrisome woman, haven't you? Nothing will happen to you or to us. I'll make sure of it, I'm benefiting them by building this damned thing, they wouldn't dare let anything disrupt our life, m'kay?"

"Seán, I'm not worried about me. I'm worried about you. Yes, you're benefiting them which is exactly why you'd be in danger."

"I can take care of myself, mo mhuirnín dílis. You've witnessed it, no? Don't worry yourself any longer."

Now, you may be wondering what he's talkin' about. Well, don't worry I'll tell you.

Seán had taken you with him to visit the small fishing town he had grown up in. After eating a delicious meal with your in-laws, Seán was invited by some old friends to go out and drink at an old and creaky pub. They have been asking to meet you and this was a chance for him to show you off to everyone in town, so, he accepted.

The night remained still and calm, despite the occasional roar of laughter that would occur at the table. It was fun, you were so glad Seán took you out to see where he was gifted with life.

But then

As you headed towards the friendly barmaid to make an order of crisps for everyone seated at the table. As you waited to be handed your order, a ragged young man that looked incredibly haggard for his age due to all of the alcohol approached you. You were sure he was just going to request assistance in catching a cab as he looked far too intoxicated to do it on his own. But no. He just wanted some action.

He pushed himself onto you with his flirtatious words but after you rejected him, you had angered him to an extreme point. He gripped your arm hard enough to bruise and spoke into your face with a horrid stench on his tongue.

"Now why won't you just shut your little mouth and please a man, hm?" He grinned maliciously.

Suddenly, you saw a quick flash of a fist show in your vision, not expecting it to be Seán punching the man with all the force he had in his slim yet firm body. All it took was one hit for the man to be on the ground, passed out. Yet, Seán didn't stop there and he wouldn't have stopped if his friend hadn't yanked him off the man. He was slamming his knuckles onto the man's pale face until it was almost fully covered in a crimson red.

You'd never seen him act in such a rabid way but you weren't angry at him. He was just protecting you. In an extremely visceral and self incriminating way. He didn't care, he's done far worse in defense of you but those were things he'd done in secret.

You were already far aware of how protective he could get and how emotional he was when it came to you. Someone could say something harmful about you and he'd mutter under his breath in anger, digging his nails into the palm of his hands, and eventually kiss your forehead before leaving the house to go do what he knew needed to be done.

When the two of you were intimate he'd cry at times while expressing his incredibly deep affection for you. He loved seeing you like this, furrowed brows, flushed cheeks, your huffs and puffs when he teased you. "I'd kill for you, y-you know that, yeah? Oh, A mhuirnín, I'd do anything for you. Absolutely anything."

There comes a lot of stress with his job, at times he'd return from work and burrow his head into your tummy, wrapping his firm arms around your waist. No matter how many times he messages you during work, no matter how many times he re-reads the letter you left him in his lunch, no matter how many times he calls you, he'll always yearn for your touch.

You lift his face from your stomach and remove his glasses, ruffling his dark curls after doing so. Your thumb gently swipes over his cheek, before leaning in and giving him a deep kiss. He melts into your touch and gives you a love-drunk smile.

His perfect girl.

The both of you would go on the loveliest getaway trips when he was able to take a break from work. You'd go to a restaurant and he'd hold your chin as he gently fed you pieces from the pasta you'd ordered, giving you time to chew and swallow.

When in clothing stores, he'd wait outside of the changing room on a cushioned seat, waiting to see his wife's lovely face and figure. He would never let you look at the price tags as that would discourage you from buying what you'd like, he didn't want that.

Seán has a habit of overworking himself to sketch out the building plans for the project he was assigned, he needed it to be perfect. This could change the future and if there even was a possibility that there'd be a future. You'd walk into his office, seeing his hooked nose being beautifully lit by the candle on his desk. He took a sip of his Bushmills whiskey before turning to look at you with eyes full of admiration. "You have to eat something, surely you know that. Plus, I made it so you have to eat it or else I'll get upset."

He's obviously very well known in the science world, I mean, his creation will determine the outcome of society. He's bound to get some recognition. People have come to be obsessed with the relationship the two of you have and the story of your love. Every photograph people see of the two of you, Seán is turned towards you with the most love sick look of them all. In photographs where he's alone, he may as well be the most stoic man in the world.

People would post slideshows of the two of you together and caption it with something along the lines of:

'me and him'

Others in the comments would practically point and laugh at the person with responses of:

'you wish.' 'y'all aren't that important ' 'try again' 'interesting 🧐.' 'Can you be serious...?'

This man is the most serious man in the entire universe when he's at work and surrounded with his partners. But, when he's alone with you? He's nuzzling his cheek into your chest, kissing all over you, kissing your hand, hugging you from behind, THE WHOLE NINE YARDS.

Seán is the type of husband to pick up your coffee + bakery order to wake you up with, leaves you gifts and notes to find around the house, takes you to the most wonderful places anyone could ever go to.

He's so glad he made someone like you his wife.

Forever :).

[pixeldemonia]

Memories

[cupidscrule]

JJK MEN AND THEIR LOVE LANGUAGES!

Ft - Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Toji, and sukuna :3

SATORU

Teasing you, straight up harassing you

You haven't been paying attention to him in a minute? He'll just throw something at you, calling you stupid names you hate, he would jokingly say he's gonna push you off the bridge You're on. He throws you onto the bed, or really anywhere he wants.

One time he was mad at you and when you tried to make it up to him with a kiss he turned on his infinity so you just hit it like a Pigeon on glass 🥹

NANAMI

Acts of service 100000% he would do anything for you, kinda like princess treatment as well

Awe you're tired? Easy fix he'll just carry you around, want a snack? He's on it. Feeling a little sick then this man has everything prepared.

He would always pick you up flowers, fresh bouquet every week. As well as chocolates of course!

TOJI

Teasing, he would call you names.

I don't really have a lot for him but I feel like this man would call you stupid shit, he'd make fun of your outfit and hair.

In all good fun though, when he's not a dick he's really caring..? In his own way, he'll spend physical time with you, hugs and kisses forever

CHOSO

He doesn't have one directly, he honestly just does whatever you like.

If you want something he'll get it, if you want quiet time he'll do that. If you wanna cuddle with him he'll gladly accept it. He likes brushing your hair sometimes, words of encouragement as well.

SUKUNA

He doesn't have one he'll call you multiple slurs, beat the shit out of you, blame you for it, then he would threaten your life because you blinked a little too much. He's so romantic

[pastel-peach-writes]

hey i was wondering if you could write general hcs for dating korra

you got it, dude!

Dating The Avatar | Korra Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Random headcanons of dating Korra!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Gayness, Lower Case Intended, Arupt Ending

– Korra is very unserious in your relationship. Sure, she has her moments of sternness, seriousness, and acting like an adult, but with you, she feels like she can be her childlike self.

– the rest of the world puts all this pressure on Korra and you made it clear, day one, that you didn't want Korra to feel that pressure with you. you wanted her to feel like she could enjoy herself. Korra took this bit of information and ran with it.

– if you guys meet up after not seeing each other in months, she's running over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, and twirling you around. it didn't matter if you were taller than her, she was picking you up one way or another.

– alongside physical touch, one of Korra's love languages is acts of service. can you blame her? she's the avatar. helping people out is her thing even if she doesn't want it to be.

– instead of fighting off bad guys or containing a mob for you, Korra would make sure your favorite blanket is washed and warm before you sleep or she'll even surprise you by preparing an elaborate nighttime routine. -- if you take baths, she'll find flower petals and scents for your water. -- if you prefer showers, she'll prepare your clothes and make sure the water is your preferred temperature. – you don't leave all the pampering to Korra though.

– as mentioned previously, you want her to feel comfortable around you. you don't want her to put up a front like she's this tough girl all the time.

– to combat her preparing the bathroom for you, you prepare the bedroom for her. you make sure all the pillows are to her liking, there are no random pieces of lint or crumbs underneath the covers, and you lay out her pajamas.

– Korra doesn't say it as much as she would like to, but she loves that you do this for her. it makes her feel appreciated and like her good deeds aren't going unnoticed.

– sometimes, you even surprise her with gifts! typically cheap, she refuses to let you spend tons of money on her. well, it's either buy cheap or lie to her that it's cheap. you fluctuate. – one of the most memorable gifts you bought Korra was a plush that looked like Naga! it was a white dog plush as big as an American football, but she loved it nonetheless!

– you even got the baby blue collar personalized. Naga's name was engraved on the golden dog tag.

– when Korra visited her family for a vacation away from Republic City, she brought her plush to show off to her family. Even Naga liked it, though it wasn't exactly her. – typically at night, Korra runs cold. Props to growing up in the Southern Water Tribe. she needs you to cling on and if she doesn't wake up with her limbs entangled in yours, she deems her sleep awful.

– "i didn't sleep well enough if i wasn't cuddling you" "eh, i slept alright. didn't wake up cuddling you though."

– when it came to sleep, Korra was a big baby.

– she often preferred cuddling with your back to her chest. she can wrap her arms around you, place her hands on your stomach, and rest her head on your shoulder.

– bonus points if your legs are tangled up.

– you don't mind cuddling Korra. in fact, you probably like it as much as she does, but you cannot stand when her feet touch yours.

– without a doubt, every time, her toes are cold! she tries to rub them against your soles but you can't stand it. you squirm and threaten to stop cuddling her every time.

– when the threats roll around, Korra stops. she can't risk not cuddling you. how else is she going to sleep?

WC: 510

[vraisetzen]

yes gojo has huge male slut energy AND he gets way too familiar with people AND he's an annoying piece of shit BUT he's actually way more mature and perceptive than people give him credit for BECAUSE he's traumatised over losing his friend twice AND he saddles so much responsibility over being the strongest in a world of traditionalists that want to fuck over the young people he's trying to protect —

what i'm saying is gojo has multitudes. he's allowed to have multitudes. he's a complex character with flaws and strengths and weaknesses and that is what makes him so compelling. whether you love or hate him, erasing any aspect of his character and reducing him to a single trope discounts the development that story has given him.

[4oh4blognotfound]

Affectionate Medic Headcanons!

For my moot @weezerbluu

-As said before, either all the PDA or none at all.

-However, when he is in the mood for PDA, he wants as little space between you and him as possible.

-Hugs, stealing kisses, linking arms, resting his chin on your head if you’re sitting down, light touches on the shoulder, hand, thigh etc. just to let you know he’s near, definitely picks you up and just carries you around the base sometimes, laying across your lap

-Enjoys listening to you talk about your interests.

-Food as a love language

-He’s a scary good cook. If he doesn’t know how to make a dish that you want, he will find the recipe. Sometimes he’ll surprise you with an extravagant meal just because he can.

-He freaks out over the littlest injuries, not because he thinks you’re incapable of taking care of yourself, but because the thought of you being in pain hurts him.

-Takes extra care in treating your injuries, kissing each of the bandages when he’s done.

-Reads to you sometimes! His English isn’t the best so when he struggles with words, he tends to get flustered, but your reassurance calms his nerves.

-He talks nonstop about you to the other mercs when you’re not around. It’s become a running joke with the others to not mention your name in conversation because Medic will go on a ramble about how lovely you are.

-“Ah, y/n? Oh ja, I am very fortunate to have met them.” And other dorky drivel.

That’s all I’ve got right now! Hopefully that helped fill the Medic sized hole in your heart friend! <3

[ghostgirl101]

hey, i really like ur writing and idk if ur working on something rn but when you can and if you want to, could you possibly write some ben drowned x reader kissing headcanons? (only if u r comfortable w/ that ofc!) ur literally my favorite writer on this app nd i literally read everything u post lol so even if u don’t do this ty anyway and have a nice day/night and take care of urself!!🩷

Kissing BEN Drowned Would Be Like This:

A/N: Sure, I'm comfortable with that; this is kind of a whole affection headcanon thing, which I've only just realised now I'm reading it over 🙃 I'm glad you like my writing, hope you enjoy this one, take care of yourself too 😀 Also, should I start making a taglist for my creepypasta posts? If you're interested, let me know.

🎮• So. If you're expecting BEN to be an absolute gentleman who asks for your permission before giving you any form of affection, or is a bit bashful to initiate it...

🎮• Haha. Sorry.

🎮• I mean, he'd never push your boundaries or deliberately make you feel uncomfortable when you guys are being intimate somehow, but he's not gonna be shy about it. That's because it takes a bit of time for him to warm up to the idea of physically coming out of the screen and materializing himself enough for you to hug him and everything safely, without getting electrocuted or whatever.

🎮• Another factor is that after all he's been through, the idea of letting himself be that vulnerable around people is a bit of a daunting one, even if it's you, someone who he's learned to trust and get close to until it gets to this point.

🎮• So, well done to you, for earning the ultimate sign of trust from this maniac virus boy. Chances are that after you hint at wanting to be able to kiss him or something, he's gonna act all teasing and dismissive about it, but what you don't know is that the thought stays in his mind after you've finished up on the computer and gone to bed. He watches you silently from the camera on your open screen (that he's insisted you keep open for him to check in on you) and lets the idea of it grow into a nice, tempting one.

🎮• So get ready for yet another burst of an adrenaline rush as BEN gives you the scare of your life when he comes crawling out of the screen as you wake up in the morning, scattering your desk trinkets and stuff all over the place in the process. BEN has very pale blonde hair in his humanish form, almost white, and even paler skin, with empty black and red eyes, sometimes glitchy... you probably know already. BEN's eyes bleed lightly even when he's not upset, but seem to gush blood when he is. But even with the whole horrifying appearance, somehow, he manages to make himself look handsome. Don't tell him, though, or he'll tease you about it and probably won't ever forget it.

🎮• When you get over the initial shock of him literally just spawning into your room, he stays completely indifferent, if not a bit amused, because isn't this what you wanted? It's not like he bites. Unless you're into that sort of thing.

🎮• BEN is a bit apprehensive at first, because, let's be real, you're his first kiss. His life was twisted into an electronic form when he was really young, and so human touch is almost a completely foreign experience to him at this point, so he will start slow. He might flinch a couple of times, but dismisses it and tells you to go on, that he wants to get used to it. And he does.

🎮• When he does, that's when you've got his chaotic bursts of affection energy to deal with. He loves catching you off guard; you could be doing anything, working or hanging around or whatever, and then he's suddenly there behind you, and you get the tiniest of electric shocks as BEN grabs you effortlessly and refuses to let go for a solid five minutes while you fidget in his glitching but strong arms and glare at him.

🎮• The first thing you'll end up doing is hugging, because he likes the feel of being close in somebody's arms in a way he didn't think he could be before. You're warm and he's consistently cold, leading to you having to slap at his hands when he slides a hand down your back or something bratty just to make you squeal and shiver. They draw out into cuddle sessions, another thing he likes, and will ultimately go soft over. There have been many times when you've managed to fall asleep in BEN's arms, and that's one of the rare times where he'll let all his guard down and fiddle with your hair or play with your jewelry or just stare at you with a newfound feeling of protectiveness and fondness.

🎮• Now for the actual kissing part 🙃 I need to say that it really isn't a first "kiss." It's the first of many long makeout sessions, because BEN will drag it out as much as he can, and then stop abruptly when you least expect it, just to be a tease and wanting more. I see it happening when you're rambling about something or other, and he's out in the real world instead of in a screen, when you realize that your faces are inches apart, and he has a blank, frustrating unreadable look on his face.

🎮• And, before you can say anything, he'll take the plunge before he can think about it any more, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, but waiting for you to accept it and move in too. It starts off surprisingly soft and sweet, until BEN starts getting addicted to the new, intimate sensation, and tries deepening it. Then it's less sweet and more intense, and (sorry for the cliche lol) electric. He tastes kind of appley, and his lips are cold and soft. BEN will carry on going, further and further, to the point of you ending up breathless and him pulling away with a stunned look on his face. That look morphs into his usual mischievous smirk after he recovers in a few moments, and he raises a brow in amusement at your wide eyes and swollen lips, probably with a snarky little "Not bad."

🎮• After you've done it once, you're gonna end up doing it a whole lot more. There are hardly ever any proper warnings apart from BEN gradually moving in closer and being more teasing and flirty, or on sadder days where painful memories of the past come creeping back to haunt him, a source of comfort and reminder that he's still here and has another reason to be alive and basically immortal. It's not just to drive people to insanity and infect their systems with disturbing things until they crack, or whatever other motives he has. Now, there's you, someone who he's decided he needs to look out for and be with in any possible way.

🎮• Like I said, kissing BEN Drowned usually ends in suggestive makeout sessions and the like, because that's just BEN all over. But they're one way he's discovered he can show he cares, and so he'll keep doing it if you want him to, without any hesitation. Realistically, the boy is beyond touch starved, and so that all pours into the affections he gives you. To anyone else, he's a twisted, demon-like boy who makes peoples' lives hell by getting into their heads through ways they can't control, but to you and you only, he'll let himself become more and more vulnerable, until you see that really, he still was and is Ben.

[watatsumiis]

Reader with chronic headaches series - Dottore edition

Yes. this is self indulgent. I deserve it because head hurty and i can just feel its gonna get worse. As bonkers as he is, i think he'd be a great person to have look after you when you're not well (provided you have a close bond with him). Be aware that this is heavily based off of my own experiences with chronic headaches and migraines (and what I do to look after myself when I have them), and is not indicative of everyone's experiences.

Content: Gender neutral reader (implied to have chronic headaches and/or migraines), pre-established platonic relationship with Dottore, just. general Dottore warning, he's a little creepy and likes to keep lists about people.

At first, he's weird about it. He's trying to note down your symptoms and figure out exactly what's wrong, giving you solutions that (surprise surprise) don't work. It would almost be sweet if you didn't know he saw you more as a puzzle to solve at this point.

The idea of chronic illnesses is like a challenge to this man, he's so annoying about it, constantly bothering you about your symptoms, asking you to chart your headaches, where you'd rate them on a scale of one to ten, etc., at this point, he's almost more of a headache than the headaches themselves.

Eventually though, he calms down a bit and starts being actually helpful. He's very observant, so he picks up on the common signals you give off when you've got a headache or a migraine coming on, even if you don't notice them yourself.

When he notices, he'll have someone wordlessly bring you a cool glass of water and your pain relief of choice, sometimes even offer to take over your more menial duties to remove some stress from you.

He takes careful note of what you do to help alleviate them and will replicate those actions, sometimes sternly ordering you around when you're continuing to try and push yourself further. Being of such a high rank, he's easily able to take advantage of it to give you a day or two off.

He'll usher you into a quiet, dark room with a nice cool temperature and a pile of blankets, making sure you're stocked up with plenty of water and your preferred brand of pain relief, while nattering away about what he thinks may be the root cause of your pain this time (as much as he tries to eliminate all potential causes, some still manage to slip through the cracks).

He's uncharacteristically tender with you when you're in pain, especially if he feels guilty for not noticing before it got as bad as it has. He's gentle and speaks in a soft, low voice that's both easy to understand and listen to even through the ringing in your ears.

Though he's used to how your symptoms manifest, it doesn't mean that he worries any less - he still checks up on you just a little too often, but he always tries extremely hard not to disturb you, especially if you decide to take a nap or have a lie down.

He makes sure you're extra stocked up with your favourite snacks, blankets and comfort items, and might even try to find you something simple to keep you entertained that isn't too much strain on your head if you get bored or restless (you're not sure where he got these colouring pages from, but they're well made!)

The amount of documentation he keeps on you is almost unnerving, there's enough there that, even when he's not around, there'll be someone who has been given a briefing and knows exactly what to do to help you.

Once you're feeling better, he scolds you if you overworked yourself or acted too stubborn, insisting that he's a doctor and you should listen to him.

Overall, he's a great person to have take care of you when you're not feeling a hundred percent. He's willing to field almost any request if it'll get you back up and feeling well again.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites (without credit + permission).

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Go Go Dancer!*✩‧₊₊˚⊹♡

Yandere! Model & Yandere! Barbie Girl

Valentina Sanchez (Yandere! Model)

One of her top favorite vacation spots is Amsterdam, Netherlands. She's seriously considering moving the two of you into a home settled there. The city of Amsterdam is the greatest contrast to her life in Chicago, and she absolutely loves that. Valentina and you would go café-hopping, fawning over the local architecture, observing art pieces and going antiquing.

As I mentioned in my last post, Valentina absolutely loves cooking your favorite dishes for you. There doesn't even have to be a special occasion, she just wants to treat you at all times. Most of the time, she'll turn this into an excuse for the two of you to have a date night . How could you resist ? I mean, she already set the table and put down two plates of trofie al pesto, you simply can't say no.

Valentina's body is decorated with scattered tattoos, mainly on her fingers and arm sleeves. On your one year anniversary, she returned home with a playfully suspicious look in her eye, you leaned in to kiss her before noticing her expression, "what's got you all worked up? I was thinking today we could -"

Then, she pulled down the collar of her shirt that revealed your name written in cursive with light brown ink. "Look!" She gleamed before biting down on her bottom lip and smiling, showing off her ghostly white teeth. You thought it was adorable how excited she seemed to have gotten your name tattooed on her body. Was it a bit of an extreme gift? Yeah, but it just showed how much she loved you! She isn't expecting you to do the same in return but she'd be the happiest woman in the world if you decided to.

The two of you had the best time together that day. She took you to a michelin star restaurant and surprised you with an anniversary dessert, your name written next to hers in chocolate syrup right under the pastry on the plate. The view outside the window made the setting even more romantic, adding on to the day you were celebrating. Also, she didn't just return home with a freshly applied tattoo on her skin, she came home with tons of gifts in her arms with, an extremely soft plushie poking its head out of one of the bags along with an abnormally sized bouquet.

When she's being interviewed by a fashion journalist or a podcast host, there's nothing they can do to make her quiet up about you, her perfect angel. She could care less about conversing on the topic of what's trendy or celebrity drama, she wants to talk about you and how your love affected her in the loveliest way.

She enjoys showing you the matching intimate sets she'd bought earlier on that day for the both of you. Of course, you can dress yourself, she knows that! But nothing could fill her with the same amount of deep warmth she feels as she helps apply garters onto your supple thighs, clasping a silk floral bra onto your chest that she loves so much.

Barbara Handler (Yandere! Barbie Girl)

Barbara absolutely adores the experience of getting ready for absolutely any occasion with you. She can't help but let her eyes wander in adoration as you step into a slip dress, asking for her help in zipping it up moments later. You're the most beautiful woman in the world to her, she believes everyone should think this way. All of the moments the two of you spend together are her most cherished soon-to-be memories , the way you make her feel is something that should be bottled.

The thing that upsets her the most is seeing you in a saddened state. She immediately wants to know what caused such a reaction out of you, she'll stop at nothing to punish the person that harmed you. She'll set your head onto her chest as she caresses your hair, whispering sweet words of love. As you calm down from the rollercoaster of emotions you just experienced, Barbara goes into other areas of the house to grab your favorite things in order to ensure that you'll feel better.

When she's able to take a break off of work, she's driving the two of you to her cabin to spend an entire week with no one other than each other. To her, you're the embodiment of joy. There's nothing she loves more than being alone with you and doing daily tasks alongside you, it's the life she always wanted. During your time at the cabin, the both of you huddle up together near the fireplace as coffee brews on the stove, binge watching vintage Christmas movies whilst snow falls onto the once green grass, Barbara laying her messy head of blonde hair onto your chest as you read to her by the immensely decorated Christmas tree.

She enjoys having you in the office with her as she works and comes up with different beneficial ideas for her company. Barbara is the most hard-working woman you know and she works so she can give you the best life you could ever live. You have to remind her a lot of the time to give herself a break and get off of her work laptop.

Don't get her wrong, she enjoys having date nights out but eating dinner in the comfort of your own home seems so much more relaxing and intimate to her. I've already mentioned this before and I'm going to do it again, she's a clingy wife and even moreso when in a private space. Always having an arm on your thigh as the two of you share a night in, clinging onto you even as she sleeps, interlocking your hands and sitting you on her lap.

The two of you live an extremely quiet yet exhilarating life, residing in a gated community that's nestled in the middle of a mountainous area. She loves her little life the two of you share, waking up beside you and tracing patterns onto your skin, watching your sleeping form with droopy eyes and a fond smile.

When the two of you are getting sensual together, she enjoys filming the actions that occur between the both of you. These videotapes are never shared with anyone's eyes other than hers, she keeps the films in an extremely secretive place that only you and her have access to.

Seeing your body in pastel colored lingerie will practically stun her with both homage and lust. When she goes down on you, she'll practically forget that your body has limits and will accidentally overstimulate you. But, even after she acknowledges the fact you've orgasmed for the fifth time now, she begs you to give her just one more.

Barbara grew up watching dozens of romance films with stories of persistent love and lessons to always keep those of whom you love close to you at all times. This explains why she finds infinite joy in putting on a suave record, taking your hand in hers before taking you to the kitchen floor and slowly dancing with you , both of your bodies in sync.

On the day of your wedding, the vows she had planned months in advance, brought you to tears. She spoke about how you made her more present in life, gifting her the chance to experience pure love and true joy. As she read her three page long vows, she teared up and despite the amount of times she wiped at her watery eyes, nothing could've stopped the tears from falling. Your thumb softly rubbed under her eye then onto the apple of her cheek, resulting in her leaning into your calming touch, looking into your eyes once more as she kept speaking.

Eventually everyone crowded around the main room in the venue as it was time to bring out the cake, she gently cut a piece out for you before swiping a manicured finger through the buttercream and placing a small amount onto the tip of your nose.

You looked so darn adorable.

She couldn't be happier that you were the one in which swept her off her heeled feet.

Hello everyone, I hope you're all having an amazing day and night. I know this may not be my best work but I wanted to give you guys something :). Please never hesitate on reaching out to me or requesting.

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The chibi in the corner is so cuteeeee

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Kiss kiss

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[cxrine]

another fic!! basically with zane, daisuke, jianziao, ceseline, emilianna, reo, rikurou, wexing, scarlette, izana and anastasia, where its just headcanons but the reader goes “can you hold this for me?” and it’s literally just their hand and that they just want the characters to hold them </3

— @macrylys

oc: Elentia Acurion:-

Zane, Daisuke, Jianziao, Ceseline, Emilianna, Reo, Rikurou, Wexing, Scarlette, Izana and Anastasia X Reader

◒ Summary: You ask them to hold something, but give them your hand, how do they react??

◒ Fluff|| Headcanons and scenario|| no warnings...?|| normal versions of OC

◒ Author's note: Hey Ely! How have you been, sorry for the late reply, I hope this reached your expectations!!

Vocabulary & Context:

→ Ceri, liexi, Mosin, Mo'nyu, Mien, Lunia, Posen: nicknames given to lovers are different given by people to their lover/ spouse, for the nicknames are mostly inside jokes or abbreviation for separate names or memories, thus there is no one particular nickname for lovers.

→ (for Scarlette's scenario) In Lingdesu, they have a single washroom for both men AND women, as they have ingrained it in people's head since childhood heads to respect people, have manners, no means no and more. SA cases in LingDesu make up only 1% of all the crimes committed.

Your love~

the hustle bustle of the school finishing is one thing, and you knew the afternoon was wonderful for anyone even if they had stay-back, detention or got to go home early, "...Hey, sweetheart, mind holding this for me?"

Zane Xieren

"..Yeah, what is it, sweetheart?" he asked holding out his hand as with the other hand cleans the inside of his bass drum with happiness. Of-course he wasn't staring so you gently placed yours in his, making him freeze softly.

"Hm?" he hummed before taking your hand and placing it against his lips, "...Is your hand heavy?" he asked softly, with his voice cracking softly, "...Maybe..." you mumble with a smile..

"..Alright, sweetheart. Tell me if you're ready to let go, but I don't think it's fit for you to carry heavy things..." he spoke softly in his deep voice, as he kissed your knuckles again. as you both used the other hands to clean whatever instruments given to you by the teacher to clean.

Daisuke Himura

"Yeah, Ceri?" he asked softly, he asked using the old nickname for the sweet dish, Ceronix, which you loved so much you once ate too much and ended up vomiting.. he teased for a few days in the beginning, before you learned to like that stupid nickname...

you huffed with a smile before placing your hand in his own and placing yourself on the bench beside him, as he only tightened his hand around yours and continued to pack his bag with the other hand.

Finally done and placing his bag on the desk and laying his head on your lap dramatically as he continued to hold your hand, "...I'm dying....good night and may we meet again." he spoke with a smile on his face.

"..Okay..." you said opening your phone and scrolling through it, rolling your eyes at Daisuke's laziness while Daisuke only kissed your thighs occasionally as he held your hands...as Izana sighed at you two in disgust, "..disgusting kids.." he mumbled as he pet Severus's hair who was sleeping on his lap...

Mo JianZiao

Silently, he stuck out his hand as he continued to poke the straw into the lid of the soda aggressively before shaking it vigorously, obviously he wasn't paying attention to what you wanted him to hold. Smiling, you placed your hand into his, when you did so, he whipped his head in your direction ad stared at your hands for a bit...

Why he getting shy?...You may never know because he's so cocky and confident most of the time...but now? As he softly wraps his hand around yours and leans his head against your shoulder?

"..Liexi.." he mumbled softly...you'd never believe this was Jianziao...but you do and that's the beauty of his kindness and softness...you kiss his lips softly, flavoured by the soda which leave a soft, faded sweetness in the kiss which seems to make him buzz with delight...

Ceseline Lynea

"..Hm, yeah, go ahead Mosin!" she says smiling in the bathroom mirror as she removed paint from her dress from the annual concert exhibition practice. Softly you placed your hands in hers, she froze and looked at your hands before smiling and wrapping hers around yours and kissing your knuckles

She went back to remove stains only using one of her hands and you started feeling bad, but when you tried to pull away.When you did try to pull away, she refused to let go,

"NO!...It's a bit too heavy, no? Let me carry it, I'll be fine, my mom won't mind some paint"

she spoke as she turned off the taps and walked out, seemingly all the hallways were empty by now as students started to head back...

you both went back to class hand-in-hand, as she seemingly refused to let go as you both walked out, occasionally placing kisses on your hands...

Emilianna Mylena

"..one sec." she said as she struggled to reach up the top of the blackboard to clean it before sighing and extending a hand to you as she again stood on her tip-toes to clean the top of the blackboard where the most amount of mess was created..

you put yours in hers as she looked back at you and yours hands with a smile and wrapped it tightly in hers, "..Missed you Mo'unyu..." she whispered kissing your lips softly before kissing your knuckles and palm before she continued to struggle to wipe the blackboard.

You sighed before pulling the teacher's seat and pushing it towards her, Emillianna sighed as she removed her shoes and quickly stepped on the stool and wiped the board quickly as you held your hand straight up high as she wiped the board. Finally done, she put the duster in the cupboard and pulled you with her to get your bags.

Right before she touched her bag though, she seemed reluctant to let go of you, but she did, she quickly packed her bag before clinged herself to your hands all while you smiled and loved her more... "..Let's get boba after this!! while I take care of this heavy thing for you, yeah?"

Reo Takahashi

"..Yes, go ahead sweetheart.." he mumbled as he extended his hand for you with a gorgeous smile. As he took your bag from your shoulder and carried it in his separate hand. you smiled and placed yours in his softly as he squeezed our hand gently in his.

You pulled out a coin from the tiny side-pocket of your bag and nodded towards the deserted road under the hot sun, "Let's go get some soda in the way...it's hot anyways..." you asked giggling at Reo who was already soaked, as he wiped his glasses a bit...

You pushed the coin before twisting the rounder to the drink you wanted as the drink dropped down. The clear can with the glittering soda inside as you pulled open the metal tab before you hand was again pulled into Reo's as he held out his can for you to open. But when you pulled, he refused to let go,

"No, you open it, mien..." he said refusing to let go of your hand. You sighed with a smile as you place your can on the side of the band on your bag before trying to open his can in which you succeeded after 8 tries. Sighing you took your can as you took a sip, the sun blazing down with Reo simply kissed your temple and took a sip both of you trying to cool yourself off on this hot LingDesu day..

Rikurou Takahashi

"Hm, not now..."Rikurou sighed as he continued to tap away on his phone with Serouf and Quinzel, Ceseline's elder twin siblings, by his side. The two seemed to have gone back to their stuff, packing their bags

you sighed as you pulled on a strand of his hair, "Ow, what the hell?" she asked confused as you glared at him, "I've been here for the past half hour cause you pulled me away from Hinaru, either you pay attention here or I'm going back to her." you say as he sheepishly nodded and shut his computer, taking your hand in his as he patted it awkwardly staring at you...

You glared back rolling your eyes, as you opened your book and got to reading as you zipped your bag and started to walk out, when you were pulled back into a tight hug, "Okay, okay! I'm sorry" you heard Rikurou say as you pulled away as he held your hand tightly, rolling your eyes you grinned,

"Miss me so soon?" you asked with a smirk as she rolled his eyes with a smile his hand softly embracing yours as you both walked out of class down to the sunny grounds,

"...Maybe..."

Choi Wexing

He was holding a box in his hand, "..Hm, uhm.." he says as he scrambled to do something, he quickly shoved your hand under his chin as he held the box back in two hands to relieve the heaviness of the box from his single hand.

"What?", "What?" you asked before he asked the same question back, your hand still held under his chin as he walked and you followed to simply make him realize what he had done, though you did feel bad for having him hold your hand while he had to carry the box, you both entered the art room as he placed the box on the teacher's desk.

Willowette thanked him, her eyes scanned on the contents of the box, "Thanks you Wexing de-" she says stopping as she stares at you both, his hands crossed as he still held your hand under his chin with you shaking your head to explain this wasn't what was meant to happen...

"....Why are you holding Y/N's hand under your chin?"

Scarlette Lerisian

"Go ahead Lunia~"

She extended a hand to you, blowing on the other one which had a fresh coat of red nail-polish, you softly placed yours in hers, trying to see her reaction which was to whip her head at your hands and smiled brightly, brighter than the sun, as she hugged you tightly, making sure the one with the wet nail-polish didn't touch or anything...

You giggled as she placed kisses on your cheeks, thank god you were in the washroom, as Drazoron stared at you both in disgust, "Gross."

"shut up." Scarlette replied as she placed another kiss making Drazoron heave as he started to walk out.

And he was whacked harshly on his head by a certain maroon heel belonging to your girlfriend....

Izana

"...Sure..." he says crossing his left arm to you, checking papers with his right one as she smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek and held his hand, his hand instinctively molding around yours.

"Aren't you some needy thing?~" he says smirking, making you roll your eyes.

"Whatever, you're lucky I'm gracing you with my touch!" you says grinning as you flicked your hair, it was now Izana's turn to roll his eyes and smile as she raised his hand in surrender,

"Yes, my god, I'm your cultist and I'm graced by your presence..." he says rolling his eyes as he pecked your lips and went back to checking his student's files.

Anastasia Cyreen

"Yeah, go ahead Posen!!" she says excitedly as she extended her hands to you with a bright, closed-eyed smile. You softly placed your hands across her soft palms, smiling softly, as she gasped and wrapped her hands tightly around your single one,

"Oh my god! We're holding hands!!" she says with a teasing smile as she poked your cheek with her pink-manicure set hand. You rolled your eyes and shook your heads slightly as she ranted about how much your hand is soft, how your hand looks cute and more and more...

Sighing you silenced her with a kiss, "Let's head home?" you ask as she kissed your again, softly,

"Yeah...My love..."

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[dracocheesecake]

Oh I just wanted to ask if you have any platonic! Kai x reader headcanons with dynamic like big guy protects smol creature and maybe being a father figure to them?

Actually yes! Warning, though: Kai isn't exactly a great person.

Father-Figure!Kai x Reader Headcanons:

Why are you so smol and weak? It's not worth taking your chi, really. It would be like eating celery: you burn more than you get out of it.

Someway, somehow, though, for whatever reason, Kai can't seem to get rid of you. At first it seems that you keep on running into each other, and then Kai starts cracking a slight joke or two, full of self-satisfaction. "Alright, I refuse to believe it's destiny at this point: you just have to be stalking me. What, are you a fan or something?"

Then this eventually progresses until you somehow bump into him again, and Kai gets so fed up that he just decides to take you along for the ride with him- supposedly, until he decides just what to do with you.

Kai, of course, in the midst of this rash decision, forgot that you are very mortal and still require things like rest stops, food, warmth, sleep, etc.- Transporting you around isn't exactly like carting around luggage. Kai gets annoyed when you point this out to him, but does (reluctantly) provide for you- while claiming that he's just getting you stronger so he can take your chi later.

He's actually a decent cook, but don't ever critique him. "What? I haven't done this in 500 years, I'm a little rusty. Besides, if you were really hungry, you'd eat anything put in front of you without complaint. Eat or starve."

However, as time wears on, you notice Kai starts being a little less harsh on you. His occasional sardonic remarks become somewhat more playful, and sometimes are punctuated by him rubbing his knuckles against the top of your head in a manner one could almost call...dare I say...affectionate?

You find Kai making you little gifts: a cloak to keep you warm ("It won't be on my head if you freeze to death, at least.") A blade of your very own ("You're weak and small. You need some sort of protection. What? Did you think I was going to follow you around to play bodyguard forever?"), etc.

Kai will also start training you a little as well. It seems harsh and unforgiving to you at first, almost to the point of being cruel- but when you complain to Kai he laughs in your face. "Harsh? You call this harsh? You have no idea how easy I'm being on you. You should have seen how I trained my soldiers!"

*Sarcastic gasp* "You moved me at least half a centimeter! What an improvement!...Nah, fifty push-ups. Now."

When you actually start improving, he actually praises you- though at first it's more as if he's praising his own abilities as a mentor- but you can tell he's actually proud of you, how much you've managed to accomplish in such a short time.

However, if you do somehow manage to run into trouble, Kai is there in an instant- he's not letting anything happen to you, even if you can supposedly handle yourself. If you ask him about it, he just shrugs and says that if anyone's going to take your life, it's going to be him.

Kai also yells at you whenever there's the slightest chance you'll get hurt; the louder he yells, though, the more it shows he cares- he might accidently let a few words slip, such as "Do you have any idea how worried I was?! Do that again, and I'll throw you off a cliff myself! Maybe I should turn you into an amulet after all, and keep you out of trouble!"

Kai grumbles under his breath, calling you an idiot, all while he patches you up with more gentleness than you thought him capable of.

Also expect him to carry you around alot. You have tiny legs and it's faster and easier. Sometimes, though, Kai will scare you by running as fast as he can on all fours, laughing while you scream at him to stop, clinging to his fur for dear life.

Seriously Kai loves messing with you. He calls it his prime source of entertainment. At first his teasing and jokes at you are cruel and dark in nature, and often at your expense; but steadily they start turning more light-hearted, and even get a laugh or two out of you (which makes him smile- but you didn't see it).

Basically Kai doesn't want to outwardly admit that you've grown on whatever little shred of heart he thought had long withered away in his chest. Over time, he's almost come to see you as the child he'd never had the time to have.

When he finally does take your chi, he wears your amulet around his neck, close to his heart. It was hard- harder than he would admit, even to himself- but in his mind, it had to be done: at least this way, he tells himself, he won't lose you.