#i just always hc them being kind of opposites of each other

[wilimia]

They hate each other

[elefishwrites]

Hihi, may I have the pleasure of reading some romantic shrimpo x reader hcs from you? Have a nice day !!

yes, yes you may! :D very kind anon here~☆

shrimpo's an incredibly charming character honestly- like yeah i know his whole gimmick is that he hates everyone but it sort of circles back around to being endearing for me xD

"hateful sweetheart" ★ shrimpo x GN reader hcs

pairing ❥ shrimpo x reader (dandy's world)

relationship ❥ romantic

reader's gender is not mentioned!

dividers by @/bumblethecat ⊹₊⟡⋆

♡ Shrimpo... Oh boy, Shrimpo

♡ Getting him to just not hate you is a challenge all its own, so if you're in a relationship with this shrimp, it means you're probably gonna need patience. Like, a lot of patience.

♡ But, once you're past that, it's surprisingly not the worst!

♡ He's not really used to being friendly with someone, much less being romantic, so he's gonna be... Awkward at times

♡ He probably talks about you really highly, but he does so in the same sort of condescending way he does about himself

♡ Like "[NAME] IS SO MUCH BETTER AT THIS THAN YOU!!! JUST GIVE UP, YOU'LL NEVER BE AS GOOD AS THEM!!!"

♡ He gets flustered really easily, so even something as small as holding hands in front of people is enough to have him refusing to make eye contact with you or anyone else in the room

♡ That said, PDA is usually a no-go unless it is something small like that. Being affectionate in front of other people is embarassing for him...

♡ Immediately on the opposite end of that, though, he's touch starved!

♡ Once you're behind closed doors he'll be a lot more open to affection

♡ He's actually very cuddly, but he's also very stubborn about it

♡ He doesn't like initiating because that means directly asking you for affection in most cases, so sometimes you'll just catch him staring at you with rosy cheeks and have to figure out what he wants from there

♡ On the occasion he does put aside his own pride long enough to ask he'll always yell about how he hates being cold or something, literally anything not to admit he just likes your touch

♡ He prefers positions where you can both wrap your arms around each other, but he doesn't really mind as long as you two are close together!

♡ Onto something completely unrelated, you have to stop him from fighting people a lot

♡ You've become the individual the other toons go to whenever Shrimpo's about to try and beat someone

♡ You always have to grab him and drag him away from whatever confrontation he's in to go calm him down. He'll struggle around and grumble at you the whole time, but he won't try to get away when you let him go...

♡ Everyone is confused as to how you can keep him pacified; You're the only one who's been able to do so without sustaining some variety of injury

♡ You're also usually the one to tend to any cuts or bruises he sustained during the altercation. If you didn't know how to dress a wound before, you're about to learn!

♡ Shrimpo really loves you, even though he's bad at showing it sometimes. He's really trying, please be patient with him!

"...I HATE BEING COLD."

You blinked, looking up from what you had been doing to be met with the flushed frowning face of your partner.

Shrimpo glared at you, though his eyes held no malice; If anything, there was something expectant in them.

You stared back, searching through your brain for what possibly he could want. Seconds passed with nothing but silence between you two, and from an outside perspective, one could easily assume you two were locked in a standoff.

It clicked after a bit. He wanted to cuddle!

You asked him as such with a smile, offering him a seat beside you.

He grumbled something you couldn't make out as he moved to slide in next to you. He didn't object when you wrapped your arms around him, nor did he when you gently pulled him against you.

He sat there for a moment, content to simply bask in your warmth, before slowly returning your embrace.

His grip was tight, just enough so to be secure but not uncomfortable.

...You weren't going anywhere for a while. You didn't mind though. You were happy in each others' arms, even though one of you probably wouldn't ever admit that.

You mumbled out an "I love you" which was met with a huff and a "I HATE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU TOO."

With that, you both fell into a comfortable silence, which would soon become snores as you drifted off to sleep.

He wasn't cold anymore.

[iniquitousyearning]

hey can you please do tom x hufflepuff reader hcs??

Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff!Reader headcanons.

(A/N: idk how this ended up being so long. i got carried away. i love tom. i love his complexity. i could write about him forever. anyways, enjoy:))

tom riddle and a hufflepuff reader would be damn near polar opposites, and there are a few reasons why i say this->

tom is a very reserved man, yet undoubtedly driven by an ambitious and power-hungry nature, always seeking dominance and control in every aspect of his life.

hufflepuffs, on the other hand, are known for their kindness, their loyalty, prioritizing the well-being of others over personal ambition.

tom riddle is the type of man who is not afraid to deceive others for personal gain, while hufflepuffs value fairness and honesty in each of their interactions.

not to mention how tom is emotionally restrained, rarely displaying vulnerability or empathy, while hufflepuffs are known for being emotionally open and expressing genuine care/understanding for others.

i believe tom would be rather annoyed by hufflepuffs, perhaps even put off by their loud, outgoing nature, but i also feel as though he would respect them more than other houses because they are known for being more by-the-book.

i believe this pairing would be WONDERFUL for him, and i’d imagine it’d go a little like this->

perhaps you and tom would be involuntarily paired up for an assignment, an unlikely collaboration that tom figured would be an easy mark for him.

originally, he’d find himself irritated by your constant cheerful and optimistic nature; finding it rather absurd that you weren’t at all fazed by his cold, cunning attitude.

there’d definitely be initial clashes between the two of you, disagreements of methods, but tom would find himself stunned as you met every one of his suggestions with a positive, passionate attitude, not daring to get discouraged or frustrated with him.

your unwavering optimism would be shocking to him. especially in the face of his calculated cynicism. it’d be then, that tom would be astonished by your dedication and genuine passion for learning, a rare quality to obtain.

his initial cold, guarded demeanour would slowly begin to fade.

tom would find himself beginning to pay more attention to you, his curiosity extending to outside the confines of the classroom.

he’d begin to wonder if your genuine kindness is truly authentic or merely a manipulation tactic, leading him to question the sincerity of your character.

which he’d only question because that’s the way his mind works.

he’d never known someone so open and genuine like you. he’d convince himself you had ulterior motives.

however, tom would quickly observe that your authenticity extended universally, and was not just directed at him.

your small acts of kindness and interactions with strangers became evident, and he’d witness your unwavering positivity even in the most challenging situations.

he’d notice how thoughtful you are, how you’d spend your free time maintaining the Owlery, ensuring it’s well-kept and sanitary.

he’d watch you from a distance as you continually brought the owls food and water, giving them attention and love which was something you did upon your own accord, without expecting any compensation.

it became clear to him that you did these things because you genuinely loved to do them, not because you wanted praise for it. and at this, tom was completely taken aback.

your radiant smile, capable of lighting up any room, would become a revelation to him, leaving him puzzled about how he initially overlooked this aspect of your character for all those years.

it’d be here that inner turmoil would begin to brew within tom as he’d have no choice but to acknowledge your ability to see the good within everything and everyone, and especially within him. something not many people are capable of.

as time passed, you couldn't help but notice a gradual softening in him.

during your collaborative sessions on the assignment, he became more receptive to your ideas, actively seeking your thoughts.

surprisingly, he started engaging in conversations beyond the project, asking about your day and exhibiting small changes in his demeanour that were entirely new to you.

tom was breaking, his walls slowly being chipped away by your infectious smile and enthusiasm.

the unexplainable shift in his perspective both intrigued and unsettled him, as you became the catalyst for awakening emotions he never believed he could feel.

he’d try to fight back, he’d try to get himself together, but it was useless. you were in his head, and there was no getting you out.

however, given the fact that tom struggles with showing even the smallest amounts of vulnerability, he’d try to be as subtle as possible with his interest in you. hoping that you’d eventually catch on.

perhaps he’d begin with small gestures, like gifting you a book on rare and beautiful magical creatures, saying that he noticed it in the library and thought of you, believing you might like it.

it would not go unnoticed by you just how considerate this was, and just how much he’d begun to take awareness of your interests.

you found yourself engrossed in the book, a sight that never failed to bring a subtle smile to tom’s face whenever he spotted you across the hall.

observing you immersed in the pages made him quietly content, often requiring a conscious effort on his part to break himself free from the captivation.

his brain would be screaming, “what the hell am i doing?” but he wouldn’t be able to deny just how much he loved seeing you enthralled by the gift.

the feeling was intoxicating, and wholly unfamiliar; he needed more. he needed to do more.

perhaps the next move he’d make would be to gift you a rare enchanted plant, after having noted your love for herbology.

he’d present the plant to you in a subtle way, saying that he’d found it while taking a stroll through the forest and thought you’d like it.

he’d go into details about its properties, its rarity and how to effectively take care of it, even though he knew you already knew all of this.

he knew you absolutely loved the fact that he cared for these plants just as much as you did. this was all part of his plan.

and of course, at this point, you’d have the hunch that he was into you; but being as perceptive and intuitive as you are, you’d know that pestering tom or trying to force him to admit feelings would be useless.

the man moves at his own pace.

so instead, you’d invite him to join you as you cleaned the Owlery, wanting to spend more time with him. the two of you would gradually become closer and closer, tom’s harsh demeanour fading away with the wind with each passing day.

and even still, tom hardly made any advances. tom hardly wanted to put himself in a vulnerable position. he wanted to be sure you wanted him before he ever revealed his intentions.

if he was touchy with you, he’d never insinuate it was because he’s into you. he’d kiss you on the cheek after walking you back to your dorm for the night, and then act like nothing ever happened in the morning.

and this might have annoyed some, but not you.

you understood that this is how tom was, and you admired him for it. you were entirely understanding. you wanted him to open up on his own terms, and you were willing to wait for him.

eventually, tom knew he couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore. he knew he needed to make you his. he knew he’d do fucking anything.

and this feeling would only multiply as he spotted you across the courtyard, speaking to a boy from your house.

your smile was glowing, your laugh was radiating, and the feeling this sight inspired inside tom’s heart could have been enough to ignite the entire castle into pure fucking flame.

whatever he was doing at this moment didn’t matter anymore, he only had one objective in mind.

making you his.

without waiting for you to finish your conversation, he’d interrupt, stating he needed to speak to you.

you’d smile, sensing his urgency, and follow him over to the far side of the courtyard, looking out at the breathtaking view of the faraway valleys and mountains.

as soon as tom was content with your seclusion, he’d cup the back of your head and crash his lips to yours, kissing you with enough fervour to make up for all the days and weeks and months he’d wished he’d have made a proper move.

pulling back, he’d meet your eyes. “i need you to be mine,” he’d whisper, as though the words scared him. “you’ve made me feel things i’ve never known possible, you’ve broken me down without effort. you are the most beautiful, genuine woman i’ve ever met, and i have been falling in love with you for months…i can’t hide it anymore, i need you…”

the words would be music to your ears, the joy unfathomable.

of course, you’d be his.

[bamfkeeper]

Red...?

RQ: 'Hello! I adored you Dad!Nightcrawler story! And wanted to know if you could make this possible headcanon since it seemed funny. So Kurt's parents are Azazel&Mystique so what if his kid gets traits/mutations from them? (Like it skipped a gen) Like red skin from Azazel or Mystiques abilities/scales. It may be humorous to see/for Kurt to handle' -@aphrodite4lover

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x F!Reader // Warnings: None I think lol.

A/N: I love this, actually. I know his parents were re-written as Mystique & Destiny, but for the sake of this, Kurt's parents are originally Azazel & Mystique. Yes ofc here's some hcs. Added a few things to make it interesting. Also I know that's a red bamf not a baby just pretend it is okay 😭

When your little one came out you were both surprised to see that they weren't blue like expected...but red.

As you held your little one, you were a bit confused, of course. You looked at the red infant, their little body soft but lacking Kurt's fuzz and instead had carefully placed soft scales. They adorned the baby's shoulders and upper arms, cheeks, a little on the forehead, down the spine and shoulder blades, and of course the thighs.

The signature spaded tail was there, and the baby did have three digits like Kurt, but nothing else resembled him at all.

You loved your baby, but you were just a little worried. Kurt wasn't sure what to think either. He knew you hadn't cheated, heavens no. Plus...mutations are random.

Azazel would have a field day if he heard that Kurt's child ended up red instead of blue. The asshole might even make a comment about mating you but...that's a whole other scenario.

The baby always favored you too, which he sort of understood since you were the mother, but your child always cried and he could never soothe them. "Ach, bitte....calm down, you have food and you are clean...why do you cry?" he tries to hard, rocking, bouncing, cradling.

He gets a little jealous when your baby calms instantly when in your arms. "They do not like me, liebling..." he frowns and pouts.

As your little baby grew, they proved themselves to be a little devil indeed. Kurt felt himself being run rampant, the toddler ran after him and Kurt could barely keep up. Your child was slippery and extremely cunning for a toddler.

Kurt tried to help them teleport, assuming your child inherited his mutant ability, but as they watched him disappear and reappear, they instead shifted from a red toddler to a blue one, taking on Kurt's appearance if he were a toddler again.

So...great. No teleporting, red skin, and his mother's ability?

He wasn't upset, just...very surprised. His shock made your baby laugh, giggling in amusement as they continued to shift into different appearances.

Not only people, but they could also shift into animals.

The baby did inherit his wall-crawling. You often found them hanging out on the ceiling, hanging from it and chasing each other around on the walls.

You felt a little insecure or worried, thinking Kurt might have some resentment towards you, even though you had zero control over the development and outcome of your child's mutation. Kurt could tell you felt bad, and he always reassured you.

"Mutations are so strange, liebe...please do not fret. I love unser Kind...they certainly were a chock when they came into the world." he teased lightly, kissing your cheek.

Your child was just as mischevious and troublesome during their teenage years. Very rebellious and the complete opposite of Kurt. It was rather entertaining, the two literally opposites in appearance and interests.

Your child took on a lot of bad habits, displaying both Mystique and Azazel's personality more than your own or Kurt's. It was hard to deal with at first, but you figured they were just trying to find themselves.

Your child struggled with identity, (take with that what you will it can be implied with whatever you like!), the shapeshifting and everything else was hard on them. Also the fact that they looked nothing like either of you made it hard. They felt like a red black sheep, and their behavior was just them trying to deal with it.

After you both sat down and spoke to them, you got to the bottom of why. It was an emotional night for you, Kurt, and your child, but it ended in tearful hugs and many 'I love you's.'

Kurt loves your child no matter what they look like and who they decide to me. They will always come home to you and Kurt.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover Image: Amazing X-Men (2014) #1

[yawnderu]

hi, i've only discovered your writing recently but i can't even explain how much i love it 😭 it's like that one anon who i think said that it feels very real, like you're getting 4k ultra hd 8d view of the scene lol 🩷

i really like your bimbo reader posts but i also sort of enjoy seeing them from this point of view that's like.... "this is not his gfs """"constant"""" style but he just lets her be in this kind of persona sometimes because it's relaxing to let him do all the work and thinking for her from time to time".

i hope this makes sense 😭 thank you for writing something that's this cute and wholesome i just love it

Thank you so much sweetheart, this is really lovely!! 😭😭😭<3

Yeah!! I totally get where you're coming from!! She's not exactly dumb, it's actually quite the opposite. I'd like to hc her as a girl who managed to get into a very good university and is studying astrophysics simply because she liked watching stars as a child. She's not dumb— just a girl who grew up extremely sheltered and hasn't seen the world through the eyes of someone who has had a difficult life, like Simon.

There's certain naivety that while it can be dangerous, she's been learning more and more about with Simon's help about stranger danger and trusting her instinct, but the girl is always surrounded by people who enjoy seeing her thrive and always teach her the things that her parents didn't.

I'd say in general she has a very good life, and now paired with Simon, someone whose entire soul wants to see her thrive?? She gets to turn off her brain and simply let him take control— he sometimes picks her clothes for her, dressing her up to the best of his capacity even when he's not a fashion guy.

This man has studied all her Instagram pictures because she's mesmerizing and he loves her that much, yet it also gives him the chance to more or less know what combinations she likes to wear. He still remembers the time she looked at him like he grew a second head for trying to make her wear dots and lines— but he never made that same mistake again.

They work surprisingly well together despite basically being on complete opposite sides of a spectrum, and at the end of the day, they work this well because they're both equally in love with the other.

Simon is level-headed and that gives her the chance to simply be herself without worrying about anything, he gives her a sense of security that she's never gotten with anyone else, while bimbo!reader gives Simon the love and affection he never even dared to think about. The main thing is that she looks and treats him like he's worth something how good of a soldier he is. Hell, she doesn't even know he's a soldier, she simply found the most brooding and intimidating guy and fell in love with him before she even knew it.

They both spoil each other a lot. Simon buys her things, treats her with patience and love, and generally treats her like the princess that she is, while she takes care of Simon like no other. She does face masks with him, gives him massages, does his manicure (trimming and cleaning his nails, putting lotion on his calloused hands), and is overall as patient as they come.

They're a pretty wholesome pair and quite honestly I enjoy writing about them a lot, the love they have for each other is fully pure and it makes me happy. :')

Sorry for going off here HJBEFJBHKFEHBKJEFHBJK I wrote too much but God, I love this pair SO fucking much

Bimbo!Reader Masterlist

[luvjunie]

Hey sweetie, I’ve been a real big fan. Can you write some HCS or a fic about the both Miles being twins?

a/n: ABSOLUTELY 10000% YES. i had way too much fun with this oml. and omg thank you you’re so sweet! 😭 btw, let’s just pretend that in this au they don’t have the same name since they’re ‘twins’ lmao

— headcanons. miles and miles as twins

Twins? Yes. Polar opposites? Definitely.

They both have a completely different sense of style, but one thing they have in common is that they both love Jordan’s. However I feel like miles!42 is a full blown sneakerhead. Has the better collection and often finds miles!1610 wearing his shoes, because somehow 42 always manages to win the snkrs raffles.

“Are those my brand new fuckin’ 4s?” “Uh… no?” “Take my shit off before I tweak out.”

42 keeps his side of the room squeaky clean, gets upset if there’s even a sock that does not belong to him on his side

Absolutely hates the song Sunflower. Cannot stand it, makes him wanna rip his hair out. The minute it came out 1610 played it into the dirt and 42 swears he can still hear it in his dreams till this day

1610 is the more affectionate one (outwardly) while 42 likes to pretend he’s completely devoid of that as if he doesn’t love his brother with everything in him.

“You got exactly three seconds to get off me.” “Just hug me back, damn!”

They’re the kind of brothers to open soundcloud, turn on a random trap beat and see who can go the longest freestyling. They do that thing where guys bring their fist to their mouths and squeal and shove each other out of excitement when they get a good flow going back and forth

42 is definitely the athletic type, plays football and soccer. 1610 is more in tune with his artistic side. Will play sports for fun but doesn’t care for them like that

42 is introverted as hell, doesn’t really like talking to people. 1610 is more of a social butterfly

They’ve never once liked the same girl. Ever. Their taste is drastically different

“Bro, you like a white girl?” “…Yes? What does her race have to do with anything?” “See me personally—“. “Literally nobody fucking asked.”

Used to help each other break out of their cribs when they were babies. Either that or Jeff and Rio would wake up to find that 42 had climbed into 1610’s crib after they’d been put down and slept with him instead. it was impossible to keep them apart from each other, so eventually they just broke down the second crib and let them use the one.

You can tell who is who in their baby pictures. You guessed it, 42 was the oddly solemn one who always wanted to play by himself. They worried about him for a bit. They also had to tickle him as an attempt to get him to smile in pictures, and just their luck, he’s never been ticklish

When they were eight years old, 1610 accidentally broke the wolverine action figure 42 never went anywhere without, and 42 cried about it for three days straight

They definitely ask for each other’s opinions on their outfits

“Do you think this shirt goes with these pants?” “The entire outfit is black… how would it not go together?”

They both obviously love their mother but 42 is the biggest mama’s boy. Always in the kitchen helping her cook, will watch her telenovelas with her and actually keep up with the plot. He’ll willingly follow her to the grocery store or accompany her on her ridiculously long Ross/Tjmaxx sprees because he likes hanging out with her

They terrorize the fuck outta their dad and have been doing so since they entered this world because they think it’s funny. Stupid shit like dying his boxers pink, or looking up a cracked tv screen video on youtube just to watch him nearly have a heart attack thinking they broke it. They used to twin-swap when they were younger to get out of certain things, but it’s 100% impossible to pull off now. They’re way too different, physically and mentally

Uncle Aaron took 42 to get his ears pierced when he was thirteen, something 1610 would never do. Rio basically had an aneurysm when he came home with them in and Jeff was not pleased but Aaron took the blame for it, said it was his idea. 42 made up some bullshit lie about how if he takes them out before they heal completely they’ll get infected. Still has them in till this day

42 is exactly fourteen minutes older and refuses to let 1610 hear the end of it, but 1610 is taller by an inch and weighs a little more.

“I don’t know why you’re talking shit like I’m not older than you. Pipe down lil’ bro.” “Sorry, is someone talking to me right now? Cause I sure as hell can’t see ‘em.” “Nigga it’s ONE INCH”

They’re definitely scrapping over that, and both get smacked upside their heads by Mama Rio for fighting with each other

42 needs the tv and the fan on, SIMULTANEOUSLY when he sleeps or he’ll be up the entire night. 1610 can’t stand it

1610 will try and turn the fan off after his brother’s been asleep for probably two hours, thinking he’s in the clear until he hears—

“Do you value your life? Turn my damn fan back on.”

Deep down 42 is a big ass softie and loves spending time with 1610, he has no idea what he’d do without him. He’s just not the best at expressing it. 1610 teases him about it simply because he enjoys aggravating his other half

“You still got plans with Ganke tonight?” “Nah, his mom’s dragging him to some baby shower.” “Oh, cool, cool… So what movie are we watching?” “Huh?” “Huh—Headass. What movie are we watching tonight?” “Sorry, I’m not understanding. Are you—asking to spend time… with me?” “Damn, I need to say it in Spanish? Matter fact, you probably won’t understand that either. No sabo ass.”

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Ok this is very random but how do you think Ghost would deal w an s/o who is still a virgin at a very big girl age 🥴 maybe they’d be seeing each other for a while, and when things heat up and she confesses, how would he deal? Would he be honored and accept being her first or would he reject her altogether bc she is inexperienced?

(Because I’m in my 20s and safe to say on top of everything else in my life except this, I haven’t come across anyone with whom I’d like to be intimate with yet and though I try not to let it get to me, some part of me sometimes feels like a freak or like something is wrong with me)

I hope I did not cross any boundaries or make you uncomfortable by sharing this, if I did I apologize and please feel free to delete this ❤️🕊️

Ghost x FVirgin!Reader Word count: 2,9 k Tags/warnigs: Mild smut, light angst, fluff, comfort, praise & size kink Summary: Reader tells Ghost they’re a virgin while things are about to go down. 

A/N: Oh anon!! No boundaries crossed here at all! Your request (or at least I took it as such and got inspired to write a brief oneshot about it) was very sweet. This of course is my HC but Simon would only and only take pride in being your first. He would get a huge ego boost from this and feel absolutely privileged to hear he's worthy of such trust.  I think he would want to imprint himself in your head as the best man and the best sex partner you will ever have – he would do his all to eradicate even the very thought of wanting to try others after him. Again, an ego thing, but also a desperate wish to please his partner and make them feel safe. This man screams service top to me. I think Simon has a wild side – not mean, just wild, as in he might be into rough sex and certain types of kinky stuff every now and then but only if his partner is willing. He would be very gentle and considerate (passionate as hell though), knowing you're inexperienced, he would make you feel as safe as possible and wait until you were ready and willing to explore things further.  Also, I can't help but be moved by what you told me in this message. I understand where you're coming from with these "is there something wrong with me" thoughts, because gosh, I feel you! And speaking from experience… it's 110 % worth it to wait for the right person to come along! Sex can be awesome, mind-blowing, one of the best things – with the right partner. Not worth it with just whomever, imho. Stay safe and trust yourself! And I hope you like this short drabble I made for Ghost x Virgin!Reader ❤️❤️❤️ much love 😘

Simon Riley was a one of a kind man. 

He put every guy on every dating app to shame, and not just with his size. He was manly, in a word, even if you never knew you wanted such an overly masculine man. At least, not until you met him. 

Simon was not only sturdy and mature – he was armed with calm rage and dark humor. Just one look in his eyes told you he was not the life of the party. Actually, he was Death himself: one of those four horsemen that heralded the Apocalypse.

Perhaps unintelligibly, the same man was also extremely considerate. A true gentleman if there ever was one. He always placed you and your needs first. But underneath the calm, cynical surface you sensed fierce intensity: fire and smoke, something that screamed Danger, high voltage.

And you could not keep away. Quite the opposite, really. The combination of a wildfire and a tornado roaring upon this solid bedrock of a man was simply alluring.

Things had gone a little too far without you meaning them to. You were not a woman of one night stands, actually, you had never had a stand. But Simon changed that, too. Because now you were thinking about sleeping with him. 

After years and years of waiting for someone sensible to come along, you had begun to lose hope, especially when people seemed to fuck left and right while you wanted something real.

A bedrock. 

With that wildfire. Perhaps a tornado thrown in as well.

After weeks and weeks of flirting, the man asked you out, and after weeks and weeks of going out, you came to the conclusion that if someone deserved to be your first, it was Simon Riley. If there was any guy you wished would take you against a wall until you begged for mercy, it was him. At least in your fantasies, which were starting to get out of hand.

In real life, things were not that breezy.

Because what would he say if – no, when – you told him you were a virgin at this age? What if he would be bothered, what if things would get awkward between you two? 

What if he decided you were simply too much trouble than you were worth? 

It seemed like a miracle that the guy was still around, having been left blue-balled date after date. Either he was hellbent on conquering you, or then… Well, you didn't even dare to think about or's and then's and what if's. Especially when your own feelings were getting equally out of hand as those fantasies.

He probably had plenty of experience, and the thought certainly didn't make you feel any better. How would you compare, being not only inexperienced but a whole goddamn virgin? And it would probably hurt on top of everything. This man must be pretty damn big downstairs if 6 '4 feet and large hands were any indication.

Still, all fears flew out the window in record time every time he pulled you into a kiss. Your body molded into his already: the broad shoulders closed in around you, and it only felt thrilling. His warmth, his arms and scent enveloped you like the sweetest prison, and you held onto him as tightly as you could. Not because he wasn't clutching you with the same–if not greater–fervor, but because you wanted to make sure he was real.

And you realized what the allure of Simon Riley was. 

He felt safe.

In fact, he was safe. He represented safety in all its aspects. 

Who would've thought that death and wildfire could feel so good, so reliable?

You wondered if he thought this was some game; that you kept him waiting. The unwritten rule seemed to be that it was ok not to jump into bed on the first date. If anything, it was only a decent move. But what did the rules say about the second, third or fourth date? Not to talk about tenth? 

Things were starting to resemble some prudent high school romance. Well, perhaps not prudent, the way you two practically ground against each other while making out after every date. Without being vocal about it or pressuring you in any way, you could tell he wished for things to go further. Hell, every fiber in this man begged for more. He would soon burn your clothes off simply with that searing gaze alone. 

Watching the door close on that heated stare after at least 15 minutes of wanton, wicked kissing followed by clumsy Good night's and shy, apologetic smiles just wouldn't do anymore. The poor man was left breathless and puzzled in the cold night with nothing but a hard-on and the crumbs you gave him to keep him warm. 

Things were getting ridiculous, criminally so, and you felt pity for those pants trying to keep him in confinement. You felt pity for your own soaked underwear as you climbed to a lonely bed all hot, bothered, and wet.

Which was why this evening would end with you asking him to come inside. 

.  .  .

Lately, his hands have started to roam; they even cup your ass as he moans in your mouth – and hearing that raspy, low sound leave him forces the final decision. It's the final prophecy that tells you he is the one. You should’ve known it was only a matter of time with him.

The man hides his surprise well as you invite him in.

"Thought you'd never ask," he gives you a soft chuckle before stepping over the threshold to not only your apartment but also your life and privacy. 

You barely get out of your shoes before his shadow engulfs you and strong hands lift you in his lap like you weigh nothing at all. You instinctively reach for support by clasping your hands behind his neck. 

"You really know how to torture a man, don't you?" The brown in his eyes is nearly swallowed by warm darkness as he carries you to the bedroom. 

"I'm sorry," you whisper, and he gives a short laugh of gravel.

"Don't be. This has been fun." 

He sets you down next to the bed, and your heart is thumping so bad you fear he can hear it banging against your chest. 

"But it's about time I torture you, right?"

Oh God…

Things happen so fast that it’s hard to tell who undresses who, but somehow, you find yourself standing in your bedroom with nothing but knickers and a bra on while he's taking off his pants. The man has definitely waited for this to happen for god knows how long, and it only makes your stomach lurch.

He thinks you know what you're doing, your brain offers when it should know when it’s time to shut the hell up. You can see the generous bulge this man is packing, and while perhaps compelling to other women, to you, it mainly looks intimidating. Threatening, almost.

He doesn't take his boxers off, seeing you're just standing there like some statue, still in your underwear and almost shaking from thoughts running rampant. 

His form swallows you as he steps closer; wide hands slide up your arms, then draw you against him – against that demanding pulse that gets trapped between you two. Even through the black cloth, you can tell he's thick and big, just like you feared.

The man is blazing, and seems to have grown another foot in height as he towers over you with all that muscle. His shoulders are almost the size of your head, and you already know the hand that runs down your spine is experienced in crushing windpipes. It makes you breathe in shivers, and of course he notices something is wrong.

"Everything good?" He's eager and breathless, the erection pressing against you like a threat. He’s a man who has fashioned a weapon out of himself, so it shouldn't be a surprise that everything in him speaks violence.

"Yes," you try to assure him – a lousy lie only punctuated by the audible gulp that leaves your throat as you try to swallow your nerves back down.

"You afraid…?" 

"Just a little nervous," you tell him, a half confession.

"Mm. That makes two of us." 

He draws down into a kiss, the hands of a soldier and a killer nearly drawing you up from the ground as he pulls you close. You don't really buy his claim of being nervous too: you can feel how he throbs between you, heavy and impatient. 

Hesitantly, you reach to hug him as well, and you feel so small, so insignificant when wrapped around this… giant. The knowledge that you're about to be trapped under all this crushing weight leaves you both faint and needy. 

He’s a good kisser, but as he moves to devour your neck, you start to freeze from the middle.

"Alright… Come here."

He half carries, half lays you down on the bed, then crawls between your legs and changes his tactic a little. Gentle kisses are ghosted down your throat, and soon, he's at your breasts, soft as a whisper. But as he draws the fabric of your bra aside, your nipple is caught inside a hot, wet mouth, and the wildfire surges forth. There’s no way out from under him anytime soon, and you realize the colossal body is already spreading your thighs wide. 

The way he already looks so damn good there between your legs: big, the epitome of raw, masculine power… It's almost sinful that a man like him is here with a virgin. It's a whole new hell how he's kissing you gently as fuck while blazing like a bonfire about to engulf and devour you. You want to wrap your legs around his middle, attach yourself to him in any way you can, but your thighs are weak pudding. 

You feel both lost and found with him. In him.

He sucks and kisses your breasts like they're the only thing he's here for – and it feels good, heavenly, to be honest. But then he starts to travel down.

Shit… You need to tell him – and soon, or else there will be no time to say anything before the last of the shielding fabric is gone.

"Simon…?"

"Mm-hm?" 

He doesn't even stop with the kissing, merely hums on your skin as his mouth reaches your stomach.

"You're my first," you finally force the truth into the night; a soft and desperate fact. It's only the faintest breath, but he halts abruptly like he has been stabbed between the ribs.

Great… 

Here comes the awkward.

He rises. Softly, slowly, like a shadow, just a second away from getting to what's between your legs.

"Is that so?"

His voice is hoarse and dark from arousal. The whole man is intoxicating, and your heart is hammering in your chest, both from hunger and dread.

"Yes…?" 

A broad hand comes to rest on the dip of your waist; gently, like you're some frightened animal about to dart off from under his touch. 

"Love… Are you sure you want to do this?"

Are you? You almost ask, then bite your lip.

He just called you love, something he has never done before. You can see your breasts rising with the breaths you try to calm down with sheer willpower. 

He lets out a small sigh, then crawls beside you and takes you in his arms. The bed sags and wails under his weight before your body is pulled into a delicious bear hug.

"Sweetheart."

His voice is so smooth, so different from the intense, rough smoke that has followed you up until this point that you feel vehement tears burn your eyes. First love, and now, sweetheart…

"There's no need to rush things," he says while keeping you close. Ever the gentleman, but you fear that you've ruined everything.

"We haven't exactly been rushing," you mutter somewhere in the plates of his chest. You both feel and hear how another sigh travels up his throat and is breathed into the crown of your head.

"Now… listen to me, ok? I've wanted you ever since we met. Can't deny it. But the last thing I want is to force you to do something you don’t wanna do."

You squeeze your eyes shut from what he says. Ever since you met… You can remember the lingering gazes, the way his eyes lit up with something hopeful and pure, how it drove away the exhaustion that seemed to have made a home in this big, brooding man. You remember how he stole a few stares up and down your body, too; remember the hunger he never even tried to conceal – not until now.

He is the most enthralling being you have ever seen, a mystery and a force of nature, an indomitable man, and to say that you haven't thought about him that way ever since too would be a lie.

"But I want it," you look up at him slowly, feeling much safer now that he's holding you like this.

I want you.

You realize you're pouting when the warm look in his eyes gains a playful glint as he laughs softly.

"You want it?"

"Yes."

That little twinkle turns into a downright gleam as he looks at you like you're the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

“You want it with me?”

“Yes.”

"How much do you want it?" The charred voice is so soft now: it washes over you in generous waves. His hands keep you in safe custody – and you're the most willing prisoner there ever has been.

"Pretty badly?" You breathe into the air between you and see the corner of his mouth tug.

"Well, in that case…" His hand sweeps down your back and comes to reside on the swell of your hip. "I'm glad I'm here to help."

Pale eyelashes drop to your lips just before he kisses you again. You arch in his arms, like a flower leaning towards sunlight; your mouth, your whole being unfurls under his leadership. He rolls partly on top of you, then moves to kiss you all over as you lie on your back: he kisses your chin and neck, your collarbones and the hollow little crevice between them. The hand on your hip brushes down your thigh, then back up, up, until his fingers meet the folds already soaked through the fabric of your underwear. 

His touch is soft, but gains more weight as he sweeps slowly up, then brushes a thumb over the exact location of your clit.

"Oh–" 

He knows what he's found, even without the evidence of your voiceless shake of a breath. He brushes another stroke over it, and it doesn't matter that you still have your undies on – you can feel his weight, the gentle pressure he applies as he draws a circle to usher another soft moan out of you.

"You like that?"

"Mhm," is the only thing you are able to answer.

"That's it…" he cheers you on with calm assurance. "Gonna make you feel good. And that's a promise."

You catch a hint of ego in that promise, but there's something else, too. A fervent devotion, a bottomless need to please you no matter what. The right man, definitely: not someone who is only after their own satisfaction. You don't exactly need the answer anymore, but you ask the final, burning question nonetheless.

"Simon?"

"Speak your mind, love."

"Are you disappointed…?"

He stops again, a breath away from you. 

"Disappointed?" He sounds quite shocked, almost appalled. "...Disa–"

He huffs, then reaches to cup your face. You raise your eyes to his and see that he's…ardent, and very, very serious.

"Love, I'm honored."

You can only blink at the solemn vow, and he slowly shakes his head.

"Silly little thing…" 

It's something he muses almost to himself before he drags his fingers over your sternum and down your stomach, reverently, like you're a piece of precious porcelain. But the heat in his eyes is back, and your fingers curl to grasp a fistful of sheet as his hand disappears underneath the cloth, when he finally touches you with nothing in between.

You suppose it's his middle finger that sweeps over your clit this time, then slips between your folds without effort. It coaxes your thighs open to give him better access, and access he has: he curls the finger until it almost dips inside. Your lips part with a quiet sigh as your chin climbs toward the ceiling.

"Look at that… All wet and sweet for me already."

The way you expose your neck is like an invitation: he buries his face in your neck, tries to drown in the scent and feel of you while gliding across the wetness down below. He spreads moisture on the tight bud, and you jerk a little from how sensitive it is – he huffs a smile in your ear. It makes you release the sheet and reach out to grasp him by the neck, to make him stay precisely where he is, close like this, so close…

"Do ya even know how bloody sweet you are?"

The last of your wits make a vanishing act as he breathes more praise on your skin. You're languid in his arms, feeling both weightless and heavy, like you're sinking into the mattress, and then his hand moves lower; one thick finger is plunged slowly inside. 

Oh God oh God–

You feel him, all of him, filling and spreading you. And it's not enough… not nearly enough.

"We'll take it nice and slow, alright?" He whispers in your ear, and you tighten around him like on command. "Got all night to make a mess of you. That sound good?"

You can't help it: your lips draw into a smile when thinking about all the things he will do to you, all the sweet things you've always waited to happen. 

"Yes."

[sugardollcurse]

hi queen, i love your writing so much!! its hard to come by beatles writers nowadays 😭 anyway i was wanting to request hcs (or a oneshot if u want) of george x fem reader who is a popular singer from america and whos sort of like him in the sense that shes very quiet and loves to stay inside? ofc u dont have to but if you do, thank u!!!! hope you have a wonderful day☺️🫰

𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒉

꒰ pairing ꒱ george harrison x fem!reader

꒰ contains ꒱ being famous but anti-attention together </3

꒰ summary ꒱ you're america’s shyest superstar, he was the quiet beatle.

꒰ note ꒱ thank you love!! you’re so right.. with how massive the beatles still are, i would expect there to be more writing for them!! </3

𓂃⋆ your first meeting was backstage.

You were touring the UK for the first time. Headlines called you so many great things, but you always ducked out of the spotlight the second you left the stage.

The press was obsessed with you possibly meeting the Beatles, so naturally, some label exec cooked up a photo op.

You were so overwhelmed by the noise, the flashes, the people shouting your name. And George saw it.

While John. Paul and Ringo charmed the room, George kind of… hovered at the edge. Watching you.

You finally locked eyes across the room, two introverts in a storm.

When you were introduced, you both spoke so softly the poor rep had to lean in to hear.

George did it on purpose, obviously. He could speak as loud as he wanted but didn't.

You heard each other perfectly.

𓂃⋆ you didn’t flirt the way people expected.

You weren’t bantering. You weren’t laughing too loudly.

You weren’t doing it for the cameras.

It was quieter than that.

You complimented his guitar work.

Said you liked the way he played “Boys” live better than the record version.

George blinked. "You actually listen?"

You smiled. "I only care about the music."

It was the exact thing he needed to hear.

𓂃⋆ you started spending time together in stolen minutes.

While the others went to clubs or threw hotel parties, you and George would find corners to sit in.

Literal corners.

Just cross-legged on a carpeted floor, passing a guitar between you.

“You write anything lately?” he’d ask.

You’d hum half a verse. He’d finish the line.

Neither of you would say out loud what was happening, but it was obvious.

You were falling in love like it was a secret chord progression.

𓂃⋆ george loved how low-maintenance it was with you.

You didn’t demand fancy dinners.

You didn’t push him to be louder than he was.

You didn’t mind if he didn’t talk a lot.

When you were together, it wasn’t awkward silence, it was peaceful.

You’d sit on opposite ends of the sofa reading different books, and occasionally trade glances like, I can’t believe I get to have this.

𓂃⋆ you both hated interviews.

George, famously, had zero patience for the media circus.

And even though you were famous, you wilted under too many questions.

You hated when journalists asked if you were dating anyone, or if you’d “snag a Beatle.”

Once someone asked you on live TV, “Which Beatle’s your favorite?”

You smiled and said, “The quiet one.”

𓂃⋆ you stayed "friends" for years. when you visited him at home, it was heaven.

He showed you his garden.

You called it peaceful. He said it was yours now too.

You cooked one thing and nearly burned it.

He ate it anyway.

Called it “gourmet” with a straight face.

You both sat at the window listening to records while it rained, and when the world outside got too loud, George would rest his chin on your shoulder and whisper, “S’just us, alright?”

𓂃⋆ the press didn’t know what to do with you two.

They kept trying to spin you as a “power couple”, loud, wild, flashy.

But there were no scandals.

No drunken nights.

Just grainy photos of you two sneaking out of hotels early in the morning, both in sunglasses and long coats, quietly holding hands.

𓂃⋆ he wrote songs for you. quietly. always.

He never said, “this is about you.”

But you’d know.

A little chord change that mirrored something you sang once.

A lyric about “the sound of her silence.”

You’d hear his songs and feel a weight in your chest, like someone just saw you.

𓂃⋆ george trusted you with the parts of himself he couldn’t explain.

The spiritual searching.

The feeling of not belonging to the machine.

You’d lay in bed at 2 a.m. while he talked about India, or what it meant to him to finally feel quiet inside.

You said, “You don’t owe the world an explanation.”

He said, “I don’t, but I think I owe you one.”

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[slavdollz4mangione]

lu dating an alternative girlie hc 🖤:

requested, i hope you enjoy it anonie! this was a little challenging for me to make but i had so much fun, i hope i did your request justice ! <333

- luigi is the kind of guy who’s sweet, a little shy, and loves the simple things in life. he’s the type to wear cozy tshirts, enjoy quiet evenings at home, and get excited about baking the perfect batch of cookies, but when he starts dating you, his world gets a little louder, a little edgier, and a whole lot more interesting

- when lu first met you, he was immediately intrigued by your bold style—your dark eyeliner, piercings, and band tees were so different from anything he was used to, but he couldn’t help but find you captivating

- you were confident, outgoing, and unapologetically yourself—something he admired deeply. meanwhile, you thought his nervous smile and awkward charm were adorable, you loved how genuine he was, even if he was a little out of his element around you at first

- lu absolutely loves how you bring excitement and spontaneity into his life, you’re the one dragging him to underground music shows, introducing him to new bands, and convincing him to try things he’d never do on his own (like getting a small tattoo—he chickened out, but he loved the idea)

- on the flip side, you adore how he grounds you. his calm demeanor and thoughtful nature balance out your fiery energy, plus, he’s always there to take care of you when you’ve had a long day or need someone to listen

- when it comes to your wardrobe, it’s full of leather jackets, fishnet stockings, and chunky boots, while luigi’s closet is mostly flannels, old tshirts and sneakers, but you loooove mixing your styles together!!

- sometimes he’ll borrow your beanies or let you put a temporary tattoo on him, and you’ll steal his oversized hoodies because they’re just so comfy (especially that one adidas hoodie that’s practically his second skin lmao)

-you even convinced him to let you give him a faux lip ring once, and he was giddy yet apprehensive the entire time you were putting it on

- speaking of piercings, luigi is lowkey obsessed with your piercings!! he thinks they’re so cool, but he’s too shy to admit it at first

- eventually, he starts asking questions about them—like if they hurt or how you take care of them. one day, he even nervously asks if he can touch one (just to see what it feels like), and you tease him relentlessly about how flustered he gets

- even though lu might not fully understand your love for mosh pits or your collection of spiked jewelry, he’s always your biggest supporter

- he’ll come along to your favorite concerts, even if he’s the only one in the crowd not dressed in all black, and he’ll proudly hold your bag while you’re in the pit.

-he’s also the first to compliment your new piercings or hair color !!! (even if it’s something wild like bright purple or neon green)

- in your blossoming relationship together, you’ve introduced luigi to a whole new world of music, art, and self-expression, while he’s introduced you to the joys of quiet nights in, homemade pasta, and cheesy romantic movies—you both appreciate how much you’ve grown from being together, even if your friends tease you for being such an unlikely pair

- despite your differences, you share so many sweet, intimate moments <3 like when you’re getting ready to go out, and lu helps you put in your earrings because your nails are too long

- or when he surprises you with tickets to see your favorite band, even though he knows he’ll probably have to wear earplugs 😭

- and when you’re feeling down, he’s there with a warm hug and a plate of freshly baked cookies, reminding you that he loves every part of you—piercings, quirks, and all.

- at the end of the day, you and luigi are proof that opposites really do attract, your relationship works because you complement each other so well :,)

- he brings out your softer side, and you bring out his adventurous side, together, you’re a perfect blend of chaos and calm, and really you wouldn’t have it any other way <333

[octagava]

pitching a random hc here, do you think that dazai and atsushi would get into the habit of giving each other gifts? i feel like dazai would give atsushi things because atsushi is too unused to just having more than the bare minimum and he would keep everything. then he feels he needs to return the favor and he thinks about things to give dazai that dazai keeps to fill his normally kind of empty (andpresumablylifeless) room. atsushi definitely keeps everything he's given (as his outfit is everything the ada prepared for him despite some items being redundant), but i feel like dazai doesn't try to keep anything. but he can't really reject the sincerity of atsushi's gift, so he has to keep it (and i think it's really funny that he would have to content with physical proof that people do care for him because he can't bring himself to throw it away)

OOOOH, I do love the idea! It would fit their personalities (definitely I'm not clinging to that one scene of Wan... It definitely isn't super important to me.)

Dazai would 100% be the type to start it, casually. Probably even without realizing fully how much it would mean to Atsushi (He knew it would be important to him but not on such a big scale). He might even give him practical things at first, like a nicer notebook, a scarf for winter, or, you know, small silly things, like a cat charm that he's trying to convince Atsushi will ward off bad luck.

But we know Atsushi didn’t get to have stuff in his childhood... It always resulted in punishments, so he definitely has to adjust to the concept of receiving gifts and people caring for him. So everything he would get from Dazai would feel important. He would treasure it all, even if he calls out Dazai for trying to trick him with the silly little charm, he would keep it in his pocket at all times. Or use the notebook until it’s full, even if it’s a cheap one.

But like you said, Atsushi would definitely feel obliged to reciprocate, and agonize over what to get for a man like Dazai 😭 So he would want to be thoughtful, and because of that, he would start to observe Dazai even more, focus on the things that the other would use or need. Of course, Dazai doesn’t keep much around, avoiding owning anything for too long or having too much, most likely avoiding any sentimentality whenever possible... So he is put in a bit of a predicament when Atsushi gives him something. It’s just impossible to reject it, since the other put so much thought and sincerity behind that gesture. Like, imagine Atsushi gifting him something simple, like a well-made pen with a note saying, “I noticed you’re always borrowing Kunikida’s.” Or even something impractical but heartfelt.

Dazai would try to justify why he shouldn’t keep that stuff ("I don’t need another pen, Atsushi, I can just use Kunikida’s"), but in the end, he will cave and keep it. Over time, he’d probably find himself unable to throw these things away, no matter how small or insignificant they might seem. At some point, he would need to confront the fact that Atsushi genuinely cares for him. It would be physical evidence of their connection, which is something Dazai is very unused to (knowing how his previous relationships with other people looked like). Maybe at first he tucks the gifts away in drawers or keeps them out of sight, but eventually, they start filling his space and straight up force him to keep them in sight.

It do be a little bit of a bittersweet and funny image to me. Just Atsushi loving everything and keeping it because it gives him comfort... Whilst Dazai is the opposite of that spectrum, reluctantly keeping little gifts because he can’t bring himself to reject the sincerity, but at the same time being scared of such emotions. Gold headcanon moment fr.

[thatlotuscookie]

omg hii i love ur writing so so much😭😭 literally hope u win the lottery or smth 😭 but can u do Woo jin-chul hcs with someone whose like shockingly really shy around other people but complete opposite with him? just fluff for my underrated king😞

✧･ﾟ: a/n: thank you thank you im so glad you enjoy reading ^_^ jin-chul is so handsome!! i really like his nose. anyway, enjoy :< ALSO GANG HOW IS THERE NO GIFS OF THIS GUY???

Woo Jin-Chul x !FemReader (introverted hcs)

Only Bold Around Him

Jin-Chul noticed it right away. Around others, you’re quiet—almost timid. You shrink back when people talk too loudly, and group conversations? You’re more likely to quietly nod than speak up. But the moment you’re alone with him? You’re teasing, giggling, even dramatic sometimes, and it always catches him off guard in the best way. He finds it adorable—the way you light up just for him.

He Never Pressures You in Public

He never tries to push you into being more outgoing in front of others. If you cling to his sleeve at a guild meeting, he gently lets you, shielding you as best he can. He’ll handle the talking, the social part—you just stick close. He gets that you don’t need to be “fixed,” just understood. And he’s proud to be the one person you feel completely safe around.

Softest Smiles Just for You

Obviously this man is known for being quiet and serious, but you’re the exception. Around you, his smile comes out more easily, more often. When you say something silly or when you whisper a joke only he can hear, he gives you this fond, secret smile—the kind no one else gets to see.

His Favorite Sound? Your Laugh

Especially when it comes out after you’ve been shy and quiet all day. When the two of you are finally alone and you flop onto the couch and start rambling about how insanely awkward you felt around everyone, he just listens with soft eyes and an arm slung around you. He loves hearing your voice go from shy whispers to unfiltered rants. To him, your laugh is gold.

Protective, But in a Quiet Way

He doesn’t make a big deal about it, but Jin-Chul is very aware of your discomfort around strangers. If you’re out in public and someone makes you uneasy, he steps between you and them without hesitation. He’s not loud about it—he just has that calm authority that makes people back off. And he always checks in with a subtle, “You okay?”

Takes You on Private Dates

No crowded restaurants or loud bars. He plans quiet rooftop dinners, cozy at-home movie nights, or peaceful walks through empty parks. Anything that lets you be yourself, without all the pressure. And he loves how you open up more and more with each one.

Proud to Be Your Safe Space

He treasures the fact that you trust him enough to drop the shy act and just be silly, clingy, affectionate—even chaotic sometimes. Whether it’s you making bad puns, jumping on his back like a koala, or dramatically fake crying because he stole your fries, he takes it all in stride. You’re his, and he wouldn’t want you any other way.

It was late by the time you and Jin-Chul got home from the guild gathering, and you were absolutely drained. The socializing, the forced smiles, the small talk—it took everything in you not to bolt out the door after the first hour.

The second the door shut behind you, you let out a dramatic groan and dropped face-first onto the couch.

"I'm never doing that again," you mumbled into a pillow. "Literally someone asked me what I do for fun and I panicked and said taxes. Taxes, Jin-Chul."

He chuckled softly behind you, loosening his tie and walking over. "I think that’s the worst thing you’ve said since you told that one guy you were ‘emotionally unavailable like a broken vending machine.’"

You popped your head up, fake-glaring. “That was a moment of brilliance, thank you very much.”

Jin-Chul just smiled, reaching down to brush your hair back gently. “You did great. I’m proud of you.”

You let out a dramatic sigh and rolled onto your back so he could sit beside you. “They all think I’m some weird antisocial mouse. Meanwhile you get the real me—chaotic goblin edition.”

“I like the chaotic goblin,” he said calmly, settling beside you and pulling you against him. “She’s my favorite.”

You snuggled into his side, voice muffled against his chest. “Good. ‘Cause I’m never going to be normal around you again.”

He chuckled again, rubbing slow circles into your back. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for.”

And for the rest of the night, with your giggles echoing off the walls and your limbs tangled up on the couch, you let yourself be loud. Be playful. Be you—the version only he got to see.

And he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

How the bucci gang sleep hcs

This has been in my drafts since January wtf

BRUNO BUCCIARATI + LEONE ABBACCHIO

all over the place

there is not a single time where these two have woken up in the same position they fell asleep in

like they'll fall asleep spooning, then they'll wake up with half of Bruno's limbs zipped off and Abbacchio sprawled across the bed in a position that looks uncomfortable with her foot in Bruno's face

one of Bruno's legs is probably on the floor and Abbacchio is most likely cuddling one of his arms

they're just used to it at this point

"Leone can you pass me my leg?" "m'kay"

Narancia came in to wake them up one time and screamed because Bruno zipped his head off in his sleep

Mista and Trish teased him about it for weeks

anyway i bet on my life that Bruno and Abba bring out their stands in their sleep

just randomly while they're sleeping Sticky Fingers and Moody Blues pop out

they just look at each other, then down at their users, then back to each other

they end up cuddling too (SENTIENT STANDS SUPREMACY)

it's so cute when Bruno and Abba wake up and see that their stand are cuddling

also Bruno's hair may look perfect 24/7 but in the morning it's SO. FUCKING. MESSY.

he has to immediately brush his hair so no one sees it like that

except Abbacchio

SPEAKING OF ABBACCHIO

when she wakes up her hair is also a mess

just slightly less messy

she has breakfast before she does anything else, then she immediately does her make-up

also don't be surprised if Bruno has Abbacchio's lipstick stains all over his body in the morning

it just means he sucked some girl dick last night

usually on those days Abbacchio wakes up with smudged make-up that she forgot to take off

also Abbacchio has frequent nightmares and often times wakes up in the middle of the night

she doesn't like telling anyone and calms herself down before going back to sleep

Bruno knows about it though

GIORNO GIOVANNA + PANNACOTTA FUGO

these guys are like the opposite of Bruno and Abba

they'll fall asleep cuddling and wake up in the exact same position

usually Fugo's the big spoon because he doesn't like being the little spoon

brings back bad memories y'know?

but anyway they sometimes also bring out their stands in their sleep

GER most of the time

it just likes to pop out to see what's happening

sometimes in the morning when Fugo wakes up, he'll roll over and see GER staring him dead in the eyes

he screams loud enough to wake everyone up

nara, mista and trish all tease him about it

"Did someone get scared~?" "SHUT UP NARANCIA! IT WAS JUST STARING ME DEAD IN THE EYES!" "Pussy lmao" "MISTA" "Nah the boys are right, you are kind of a pussy" "TRISH!"

sometimes purple haze comes out while Fugo's asleep

GER just pops out and hangs out with ph for a bit

anyway Fugo's hair is always a pain in the ass when he wakes up

as for Giorno... uh...

picture Dio's hair but longer

he looks like a younger version of shadow Dio too in the morning lmao

also Giorno bites shit in his sleep

and he's got some sharp canine teeth

the pros of being half-vampire

don't be surprised if when they wake up there's bite marks on Fugo's arms

or if Giorno's biting a pillow

if Giorno's had a stressful day he might move around in his sleep too

not much usually, but one time he ended up sleepwalking

Fugo woke up in the middle of the night and noticed that Giorno wasn't there

panic

he eventually found Giorno wandering around the garden and muttering to himself

it was really funny when Fugo snapped him out of it

then they went back to bed and Giorno bit Fugo's hand so hard it drew blood

true love at it's finest

sometimes Fugo has nightmares and Giorno has to wake him up

on more rare occasions Giorno has a nightmare and wakes up Fugo because he's trembling and shaking so much

GUIDO MISTA

snores

that's about it

he'll sleep in any position there is possible and he'll be comfy in all of them

he's also the deepest sleeper in the team

this guy moves around a lot too

he'll fall asleep in fetal position against the wall, then he'll wake up halfway across the room with his blanket tangled in his legs

sleepovers with him are a nightmare because not only does he snore, but this man also sleeptalks

one time Narancia and Trish were sleeping in his room and they woke up to him mumbling about how far his ass is

they recorded it in case they ever needed to blackmail him

but yeah this guy is a mess

He sleeps naked too

Balls out and everything

Unless Trish and Narancia are sleeping over

In thy case he leaves his pants on

Also on hot nights he SWEATS

This guy naturally runs warm, he gets hot during the night

NARANCIA GHIRGA

Eeperton

Bro sleeps like a baby

Nara just kinda sleeps wherever

He hardly even uses his own room unless someone carries him there

Honk mmimimimi honk mimimimimi

Also they sleep with their blanket wrapped around them like a cocoon

My guy is snug as a bug in a rug fr

This mf does not make ANY noise in their sleep

Completely silent

The amount of times people have thought they were dead because of this is quite a hefty amount

Sleeby

The missile is very sleepy

If they sleep next to someone they cling on for dear life

Also they're a blanket hog

They do not move at all either

TRISH UNA

She sleeps in a princess bed

Also a quiet sleeper

But she does move, unlike Narancia

Goes to sleep like she's in a casket at her funeral and wakes up face down on the opposite side of the bed

If she forgets to take her makeup off before bed she screams and tells Giorno to buy her self-care products

Live laugh love Trish

Sometimes she sleeps with Sheila E (I wish lesbians were real💔💔)

[mirensiart]

How do you picture each of the Zelda’s personalities? I feel like some of them, most people agree on like how mostly everyone pictures Fable to be goofy and messes with Legend. Flora (obviously) being a nerd, Sun being super sweet, but like what about the others? I can see Dusk being cold and dark but also really funny! Same idea with Artemis! Love the art btw!

Hello!!! Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy the art 💖

I feel like the zeldas with the most personality shown in their games are sun, flora, tetra, phantom (st!zelda) and echo (eow!zelda) obviously

The others aren't as fleshed out imo 🤔 so for the others my hc for each of them is like

Dot (mc! + fs!zelda): kinda rebellious and mischievous tbh 🤔 she does run out the castle to go to four's house for the minish festival without telling anyone and without any guards, four's grandpa is even like "princess please stop doing this" at her lmao she's also super excitable, running around the festival and trying out all the attractions lol she's just this small girl full of energy and whimsy

Lullaby (oot!zelda): i love her tbh i imagine her as this kind and super strong princess, who's a problem solver and would rather do stuff herself than let others do it, resourceful and intelligent, but with a strong air of sadness surrounding her, like no matter how much she smiles the smile doesn't reach her eyes. Very lonely as well, she hangs around the castle gardens a lot.

Dusk (tp!zelda): i love the idea that she's like, super funny and has a very special kind of humor, but her delivery is always monotone and flat, which takes people out and actually makes it even funnier lmao she's like this regal serious beautiful lady who will not hesitate to kill if necessary, but who will make a sarcastic remark out of nowhere or tell a joke with a super serious face, and no one knows if she's being serious or not (which is what amuses her the most tbh) she does this to twilight the moment they're back from the gerudo desert post game and he bursts out laughing so hard he clutches his stomach and she takes it as a lil victory cause seeing him so sad was breaking her heart.

Artemist (hw!zelda): strategic battle genius but also a huge gremlin lmao i like to picture her as a complete opposite to warriors cause it brings me joy, like if it were for her she'd put her hair in a messy bun, put on any armor and go, but she's forced to look "presentable" cause she's a princess and she hates it sm, wars takes like 2 hours to style his hair and put on eyeliner, meanwhile artemist would just wash her face put whatever on and leave for battle, her morning routine is like 5 mins, until impa catches her and forces her to go back and look "decent". She's excellent at politics and diplomacy and knows exactly what to say to manipulate the nobles to do what she wants, but deep down she just wishes she could smack everyone cause why are they all so annoying. Warriors once entered her tent without announcing himself and found her sprawled on the floor eating her food with her hands and her hair all over the place, and immediately left cause what the fuck

Aurora & Dawn (aol!zelda & loz!zelda): honestly haven't thought about them before 🤔 i just like the idea of having 2 zeldas at the same time and the chaos it'll bring, like it'd be super amusing. Aurora absolutely does the "back in my day we would walk miles in the snow to get to school" kinda comments to everything since she's like from 200 years in the past lmao i also see her as like super preppy and completely refusing to sleep, she does all nighters a lot. She slept for so long, she will not sleep until completely necessary!!!! Cue her going to the castle's kitchen for snacks at like 4am every day, the castle staff know her and ignore her at this point lol dawn & aurora are like that one meme with two people stumbling into each other and going "the person who wakes up at 6am vs the person who goes to sleep at 6am" lol

Fable (alttp/albw! zelda): really like her fanon interpretation, like her making fun of legend and teasing him is 10/10 no additions to her from me lol

[elreyesvidal]

After Hours (TFP!WheelRatch)

AN: I always thought Ratchet's reaction to Wheeljack showing up to help defend the base at the end of TFP season 2 was interesting. So here is my fic on my hc that they must've had some kind of conversation after the episode "Hurt".

Ratchet was confused, but he couldn't let his feelings cloud his mind, not when Bulkhead needed his full attention. Still, everyone at the base could tell the doctor's attention was split, despite the fact that he's been planted in front of the monitors all day.

The others had made their disappointment and anger at Wheeljack clear for bringing Miko along on his revenge trip. Ratchet was among them, but with all the commotion none of the others had realized just how affected he actually was.

It was no surprise, it's not as if the others knew about how they bonded during their excursion together. The two cybertronians had grown to respect each other after seeing the other work in their natural environment. They both realized the others capabilities and knew they could trust each other.

Or so Ratchet thought. He wasn't sure if his reaction was fair to Wheeljack. After all, everyone at the base, including the other humans, knew Miko had a knack for following the Autobots on their missions, even when told to stay. No, he shakes his head, still feeling disappointed, the right thing would have been for Wheeljack to inform the others of her whereabouts.

This confusion he was feeling, there was anger mixed in but it was mostly disappointment. He wasn't sure exactly what it is he expected of Wheeljack at this point in time. He couldn't have expected him to change after just one mission together. Maybe the issue was that Ratchet actually thought about Wheeljack being around base more.

Ratchet sighs aloud in frustration then, running a hand down his face before shaking his head slightly, as if that could clear his thoughts away. The motion doesn't go unnoticed by the others.

Arcee and Bumblebee, both concerned for their friends, look to Optimus, hoping to convey their thoughts with looks alone. He gives them a nod of understanding before making his way towards Ratchet.

Normally, he'd let Ratchet do his work undisturbed, however, with Bulkhead now stable, and Miko resting by his side, Optimus felt like he should encourage his friend to take a break. "Ratchet?"

Ratchet, having gone into hyperfocus mode, looks over in surprise before responding, "Yes? Oh, Optimus, I was just continuing to monitor Bulkhead's condition."

Optimus remains silent, allowing Ratchet to speak, "He will definitely need time to recover, but he's stable, there's been no drastic changes to his health."

"Then perhaps you would be willing to let us watch over him for a while?" Optimus gestures to the others spread out around the base.

"There's no need for someone to take over," Ratchet begins to turn back towards the monitors as he says this, hardly even looking to where Optimus had been gesturing.

"Ratchet, Bulkhead is stable, and there are others around who are ready to watch over him until he stirs. You mustn't push yourself. Take some time to rest, if only to clear your mind."

Normally, Ratchet would push to stay, knowing that bringing up his medical knowledge could convince Optimus to respect his wishes; but he did have a lot on his mind. "If you think that is best, Optimus. I will make sure to return with a clearer mind."

Optimus nods before taking over Ratchet's spot at the monitors. Ratchet looks over at Bulkhead and Miko once more before heading topside of the base. He's not one to really go on drives to clear his mind, but he figures looking out at Earth's night sky is better than looking at any more screens.

Once outside, he realizes there's another presence at the edge of the cliff. Wheeljack.

His ship sits on the opposite side of the cliff, answering the question of how he got up here.

Ratchet's mind becomes like static for a brief moment. There is a lot of confusion as he feels some of his earlier anger and disappointment that is mostly, but not entirely dulled. He didn't think he'd see him so soon, especially lingering atop the base. He thought he'd have more time to process the events of the past couple of days before seeing him again.

"Hey, Doc, fancy running into you here." Normally, Ratchet would react to the unwanted nickname, but he could tell Wheeljack's spirit wasn't into it. Whether he said it out of habit or because he wanted to rile him up, he's unsure, the only thing he is sure of is that he sounds just as defeated as he feels.

"What are you doing here, Wheeljack? You seemed uninterested in waiting around for Bulkhead to get up." Ratchet is unsure if perhaps he went too far by bringing up Bulkhead, the lack of reaction from Wheeljack concerning him.

After a pause, he responds, "I'm not sure. I know Bulk will be fine, he's in the best hands he could possibly be." Another pause as Ratchet joins him at the edge, neither look at each other, they just continue to look up at the stars.

"It's something the human said. Miko. She asked me, "Then why don't I feel any different", after we took out Hardshell and I told her, she'd make Bulkhead proud."

At this, Ratchet looks over at Wheeljack as he continues, "I hadn't thought much about her comment until after I took her back to base. The realization that Bulkhead would need time to recover and might not be the same again, brought her words back to my mind."

"Sure, I did feel satisfied taking down the 'con that attempted to snuff Bulkhead; but now what? It didn't help Bulk recover faster." Wheeljack looks down but still not at Ratchet.

"I presume you've never let yourself think on it too long before. Every time you've avenged your fellow Wreckers in the past, you've moved on, looking for the next, until now. Now there's someone who voiced the thought, the feeling, you've been avoiding, and there is no next one to look for to keep you distracted." Ratchet stops for a moment, again expecting some kind of reaction from Wheeljack.

He was now clenching his hands but otherwise no verbal reaction, so Ratchet continues, "Revenge may feel satisfying, but when you realize it doesn't help the person you're avenging, it takes away that satisfaction. What are you left with then?"

Wheeljack's hands relax then, "A lot of thoughts I'm not ready to deal with. I need more time to think, away from here."

"Wheeljack, I know you think working alone is less complicated, but working as a team, with a team, is worth the complications."

He looks over at Ratchet then, thinking of their first mission together. "Don't get soft on me now, sunshine."

Ratchet scoffs, "I would do no such thing. Besides, I doubt there's changing the mind of someone so stubborn and insubordinate. "

"And here I was, just getting used to your understanding side. I suppose there's no changing you either." Wheeljack steps closer into his space, enjoying his reaction.

Ratchet is not sure what it is about Wheeljack that makes him so reactionary. It's as if there was something drawing him to him, despite the irritation he causes him at times.

"It's not the same thing, and you know it," he finally responds while refusing to back away.

"You know, Doc, we could-" Wheeljack's interrupted by Ratchet's comm piece going off.

"Ratchet, Optimus thought you should know, Bulkhead's awake." With their proximity, they both heard the message clearly.

Ratchet responds while maintaining eye contact with Wheeljack, "I'm on my way back, Arcee."

The space between the two begins to grow slowly, neither really sure what to say.

Finally, Wheeljack says, "Bulkhead needs you more than I do right now, you should go. I know he'll be in good hands."

There's a new kind of disappointment emerging in Ratchet's thoughts, but he doesn't have time to process them right now. "You're still adamant on not wanting to see him in this state?"

Wheeljack nods, "See you around, Ratchet." He makes his way to his ship then, not really waiting for Ratchet to give any response.

What could he even say? He can't ask Wheeljack to stay, not if he's not ready. He also knows he wouldn't ask him to go with him, but a part of him wondered, if they weren't at war, if there wasn't a patient that needed tending... what then?

Ratchet watches him leave, not going back down into the base until his ship is no longer visible.

[the-s1lly-corner]

more fluff alphabet stuff: upset, valentines, zzz with razzle & dazzle (dandy's world)

(last of rnd. not the last of masks)

U, V, Z w/ Razzle and Dazzle (fluff alphabet)

dipping between the reqs and the wheel to make sure i got all the dandys characters in the wheel for non request prompt posts OOOUUUUGH prompts: upset, valentines, zzz notes: gn toon reader, pre game, they get their separate parts, short and sweet, written on computer, sorry for these openings for being dry smvl;fvl;efm i pre write a lot of openings at once before writing the hcs cws: none

RAZZLE:

UPSET

he tries to talk out his feelings when hes upset. he doesnt like stewing in his emotions for too long. of course he tries his best to let him actually feel and experience them but..... ooooooooooh! feeling down in the dumps sucks! it makes him feel crummy and mean and he hates it! talking it out and doing something he enjoys can be enough to get his mind off of it and move on

and he tends to apply what makes him feel better to you when youre upset. sometimes he can get carried away with that- its not that hes plowing through what makes you feel better. its just that he can get... caught up. speaking up and explaining what you need outright will fix this- and as soon as you do hes going to be doing everything he can to make you feel as good as new!

VALENTINES

wants big and bold! let him show you how much he loves you in this big grand gesture!

yes! he knows he always reminds you how much he loves you, he makes it a point to say he loves you at least once a day! but sometimes words feel like that! just words! he wants to REALLY make it known! he WILL make a show of it just to get it through to you!

lots and lots of generic valentines goodies are sent your way- roses especially! roses are nice... ignore how he nearly trips over his own feet when you throw him roses after his display on stage

DAZZLE:

UPSET

feels his feelings for a long time. sometimes he might even sink in them. itd be worse if he didnt have his brother literally attached to him- razzle never gets him too stuck in his own head for too long. talking it out can take some time but he does eventually get that worked through... he doesnt want to be a bother. distractions dont do much for dazzle, though

he can pick up faster (at least faster than razzle) when youre upset. small details that his brother might miss are caught by him, but he does wait until its just the three of you before he brings it up. he wants you to know hes there for you, and that its okay to be sad... why dont you tell him all about it? hes a great listener

VALENTINES

hes the opposite of his brother in this regard... he doesnt like too many eyes on him, and making a show of things doesnt feel right. it doesnt feel like it would do justice to how important you are to him

he writes you letters and poems all the time, some unsent others slipped under your door... valentines may bring the unsent ones to light as his own version of a gift. having all the time in the world to write down his care for you feels better than having to say it on the spot- and it catalogues everything without the risk of his brain slipping the words into the void before he can voice them

BOTH:

ZZZ

they both kind of have to sleep on their back or stomach. stacking their heads on top of each other it not at all comfortable so that makes sleeping on their sides.... awkward..

lots of extra blankets on their bed- sometimes one wants to be extra toasty and the other wants to be cool. you pick your side based off of how youre feeling for the night

neither really move around or snore, so its actually a pretty solid sleep! though... both are early birds.. its mostly razzle, though...

[haroldherald]

i feel like the detentionaire boys are a lot more developed and that there's a lot more to them in canon than most of the girls which is annoying because sometimes the girls don't really get to be their own characters but at the same time yay i get to make stuff up

i wrote a oneshot about jenny and tina last weekend but a lot of it was based on my hcs for them so i wanted to write some stuff about the type of backgrounds i feel like they r from outside the plot of the show ^-^ i did something similar for lynch a while ago and i could do other characters too if anyone wants

jenny

i mentioned her father not being in her life because i think that either her parents divorced when she was little or never married, i think it's more likely they never married because in my head jenny's mother's initials are also JJ which she was proud of so she wanted jenny's to be the same and since she's canonically a musician she didn't want to change her name

jenny's father stopped being involved with her once he moved away and started a new family. her mother is probably never around because of her career so jenny was closer to her aunt before she went missing

she's an only child hence the mention in what i wrote of her house typically being empty

i know jenny already has reasons to be distrustful as can be seen in the show but her parents' abandonment could have also influenced it

as much as i hate talking about her arc with li the lack of an older male figure in her life could have also been why she was a victim to him :(

i hc her as a lesbian so i think between that and her parents being the way they were she grew up with a very warped perspective on relationships

she could've also called tina when li left her alone in the woods thinking her mom wouldn't care

tina

i feel like tina's family situation is kind of similar to jenny's, not as bad but she's overlooked by her parents because she's not a genius like them and ruby

i don't think it's intentional i'd like to think her parents do genuinely love her

tina doesn't have any resentment towards ruby though she's still a big sister to her, like how she gets mad at lee thinking it's his fault when ruby gets detention

i feel like while jenny is always home alone and the house is silent it's the opposite for tina because she lives with 3 geniuses

i've talked about how jenny is never shown to have any female friends until tina in detail before but i don't think i've ever mentioned how it doesn't look like tina had any at all besides lee's group? possibly stepak but they could also just work together and DEFINITELY not chaz

even then tina being friendly with lee's group was kind of just by default since they liked each other

this was way longer than i expected idek if anyone's actually going to read it 😭 i love these two together whether it's as friends or something more, i dislike a lot of other decisions that the writers made but i'm rlly glad they had them find each other