Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through crisis. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better.
I think Qrow is a really intelligent man, but just not ‘book smart’. Growing up around bandits, he was never expected to study or learn like children are forced taught to in schools.
When a book or worksheet is placed in front of him, or when he is in a lecture, his brain just shuts off. He needs to learn “hands on”. When in the field, he’s very quick to pick up on visual cue’s, strategize, and memorize information pertaining to a mission almost immediately.
He’s just too out of his element in the classroom.
Summer picks up on this during the first three weeks of being on his team, and takes it upon herself to help out her struggling crush parter. With her help, he improves steadily, becoming a straight A student along with the rest of his team (Summer pushes Rae and Tai, too. STRQ has potential to be the top team in their class and they will achieve that goal. Or else).
What gets me so much in this clip is that Isak’s hand just stays on Evens even after his taken the packet off. It just rests there for a second longer than needed because he just likes holding his hand, being in contact with him. He doesn’t think about it, it’s just something that happens subconsciously and it’s these little things that speak volumes about their love.
Pairing: Scott Summers x Reader Prompt: Scott is in need of cuddles, and gentle reminders of love, especially on today. Word Count: 795 Words Warning: Fluff, over used tropes lmao, angst A/N: When no one writes for your laser face and you gotta lmao. Enjoy the fic no one asked for and some small spoon Scooter, it’s what I live for. Tagging: @nerdygoateellama ,
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sighed heavily against his pillow, face buried in the softness; trying to
catch your scent. God when did I become
so dependent on you? He wondered, but not like he cared. He just really
wanted to hold you, well have you hold him. Today was a bad day, today was too
much and Scott just needed to forget it all. He took of his glasses, rubbing
his hands over his face before slipping out of bed. He ignored the time, quickly
heading to his door. The wooden door groaned as he pushed it open. “Shut up.”
He muttered to the door, taking a moment to laugh at himself for swearing at an
intimate object, before walking through. Scott kicked the door behind, turning
around, trying to quickly catch it before it slammed.
“No, no, no, shit.” He muttered
as the door smacked against the frame. The sound reverberating through the dark
hallway. Scott ran his fingers threw his hair, expecting students to clamber
out of their beds to see what was happening, but only Kurt opened his door from
across the hall. “You okay?” Kurt sleepily asked, slumping against his door
frame. “Uh yeah fine, thanks.” Scott replied flatly while Kurt let out a laugh.
“Going to see Y/n, yes?” Scott nodded sheepishly as Kurt closed his door,
muttering a ‘don’t be loud’ while doing so. Scott wasn’t exactly sure what Kurt
was referring to, but Scott knew he wouldn’t be slamming anymore doors, that’s