i just know sweet hyperfem!reader x mean grumpy!arthur are the weirdest couple in the camp but at the same time they make so much sense
ꪆৎ ˚⋆. no one in the gang understands how u two got together. ur a bubbly sweetheart, the most kindest girl, and u are head over heels for tall, intimidating, grumpy man like him? but if that's what u both wanted, because who were they to argue with with the lead enforcer? or even the lead enforcer's woman?
ꪆৎ ˚⋆. but then again... it made a lot of sense. u complimented each other's appearance and personality. u were sweet as a sugar and he was grumpy as a grizzly bear. u both made it work.
ꪆৎ ˚⋆. 100% spoils u rotten. he wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he did spoil u. he gift u some expensive jewellery, dresses, skirts, blouses and more bows and frills, of course. u were like a doll that he'd buy some dresses for. he just couldn't get enough of u.
ꪆৎ ˚⋆. u were the only person who could calm him down, and he didn't even know why or how u did it. he'd come back from a bad rob, and u would be so quick to enter his tent, and yet, u would tread ever so carefully as u spoke to him. knowing how terrifying hid anger could, although he was never mad at u, even if u did something bad, he could never.
ꪆৎ ˚⋆. he's always glancing over to u. staring at u. and u never knew why, but u didn't mind, nor did it bother u. just in a conversation with someone and then u would feel the intense gaze of a certain cowboy from afar...
ꪆৎ ˚⋆. maybe the most cliché dynamic EVER, but u two are definitely "grumpy, scary old man x cutest girl ever". he's tall, scary, threatening and burly looking and ur the girl who's sweet as sugar who her soft hands wrapped around his big, thick arm.
ꪆৎ ˚⋆. he could never keep his hands off u. he was secret the jealous or possessive type. his arm would often be see around ur waist or hip, ur hand almost always laced with his, contrasting ur softness with his roughness.
ꪆৎ ˚⋆. he was not the type to like physical touch, tenses up at the feeling. but with u, he is so different. he'd wait for u to initiate only to then indulge himself completely. like around the campfire, ur both against the logs as ur sleeping with ur against his shoulder with ur hand in his, he'd give his intense glare to anyone who decided tease him about it.
ꪆৎ ˚⋆. when be actually had some time to himself, he'd always spent it with u before he was needed him. for the grumpy man he is, there was do doubt that he wasn't in love with u, he'd even take a bullet for u! when he falls in love, he falls in love HARD.
ꪆৎ ˚⋆. adding to this, he's not afraid of fighting someone for u. we all seen what he did to tommy... ur sure as he'll that he'd fight a man for making u uncomfortable, being too close or the gaze lingering on u for a little too long for ur own liking. he'd make sure that ur doing okay. always.
ꪆৎ ˚⋆. u were his sweet girl and he was ur grumpy man. u weren't scared of him, contrasting to every sould that's terrified of him. even though, his height of 6'1 and his sheer, brooding size didn't help his intimidating presence.
iwaizumi hajime the type to run to the store for you at some outrageous time like 2am—
—in nothing but his sweatpants, sleep shirt hastily thrown on. it’s thinned out from each wash and is way too faded to be worn out; there’s a hole or two somewhere on the sides. and his hair’s all messed up, sticking out every which way with a bit of sleep still in his eyes.
he’s yawning through the aisles, slides smacking against the store floor as he looks for what you need. self check-out is mechanical at this point, movements memorised.
when he comes back home—to bed, you’re sat up against the headrest, waiting. he drops the paper bag beside you and climbs under the covers, slinging an arm around you as he whispers in your ear, lazy and sleep-laden while his eyes fall shut, “need anything else?”