#probably will talk about ✨ language quirks ✨

[lila-lou]

✨Turning Heads - 2/5✨

Summary: You were just supposed to act. But from the moment Jensen Ackles knocks on your door, the lines start to blur. The chemistry is real, the scenes are intense—and he's... well, he’s married.

-requested-

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 4178

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. DISCLAIMER: Everything is purely fiction. I do not intend to attack or hurt anyone. The story is, of course, entirely made up and meant for entertainment purposes. I love them all.

Sitting on the small couch in Jensen’s trailer a few weeks later, you shifted uncomfortably, your script resting on your lap. You had gone over the lines a dozen times, but your mind wasn’t really on the dialogue.

Jensen, sitting across from you, leaned back against the armrest, flipping through his own script with an easy, relaxed posture—completely unfazed. Meanwhile, you were practically vibrating with nerves.

“Alright”, Jensen said, tapping a line with his finger. “This part right here—where Soldier Boy kinda loses control for a second—we should probably talk about how we’re gonna play that”.

You nodded quickly, feeling the heat creep up your neck. “Yeah. Right. Totally”.

Jensen glanced up at you, and his lips quirked as he took in your rigid posture. “You good?”.

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah, just… I don’t know. I’ve never done a scene like this before”.

Jensen closed his script and gave you his full attention. “It’s a lot, I know. Especially for your first big gig. And having to do it practically naked? That’s a whole other level”.

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah. I mean, I know everything’s choreographed, and I trust you, and the crew is professional, but…”. You hesitated. “It’s still terrifying”.

Jensen leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His expression softened, the usual teasing glint in his eyes replaced by something more serious. “Listen, I get it. It’s awkward as hell at first, no matter how long you’ve been doing this. But my job—besides, y’know, pretending to be an asshole—is to make sure you feel comfortable”.

You bit your lip. “I appreciate that”.

He nodded. “You’re in control, okay? We go at your pace. If anything feels weird, too much, even a second too long—say the word, and we adjust".

You played with the corner of your script, still feeling the weight of tomorrow hanging over you. “I just keep thinking about the modesty patches”, you admitted. “I know I won’t be seen naked, but I’ll be naked, y’know”.

Jensen smirked. “Yeah, those things don’t leave much to the imagination”.

You groaned, covering your face. “Not helping”.

He chuckled. “Sorry, sorry. But look, I promise—when we’re on set, it’s not gonna feel as bad as it does in your head right now. We’ll have a closed set, only essential crew. And I’ll keep my eyes where they need to be”. He lifted his hands in mock innocence.

You peeked at him through your fingers. “Uh-huh. Sure”.

Jensen laughed. “Hey, I’m a professional. But, y’know, if it makes you feel better…”. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “I’ll be in the same boat. Just some modesty gear and a prayer”.

You snorted, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. “Right. I’m sure you’re really worried about being half-naked on set”.

He smirked. “Okay, fair point. Not my first rodeo”.

You sighed, finally setting your script aside. “Thanks, Jensen. Seriously. I know you don’t have to do all this, but it means a lot".

He shrugged, his smile easy. “Like I said, it only works if there’s trust. And for what it’s worth, you’re gonna kill it”.

You exhaled, nodding. “I just hope I don’t pass out from nerves first”.

Jensen grinned. “If you do, I’ll catch you”.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. Maybe tomorrow wouldn’t be as terrifying as you thought.

The next day, the set was eerily quiet, the usual hum of background chatter completely absent. Only the essential crew remained, their movements efficient and professional. The motel bathroom was dimly lit, the shower running, steam curling against the tiles.

You stood near the edge of the set, wearing nothing but a robe and a pair of slippers, biting the tip of your thumb as you watched the final adjustments being made. Your stomach was in knots.

Jensen was already inside the shower, water cascading over his bare chest, his modesty patch in place, though from this angle, it looked like he was completely naked. He was talking to the director, nodding at something Kripke was saying, looking completely relaxed—like this was just another day at the office.

You, on the other hand, felt like you might pass out.

A hand touched your shoulder gently. “Hey, you ready?”. The intimacy coordinator, Sarah, gave you a kind smile. You appreciated her presence—she had gone through every detail of the scene with you and Jensen the day before, making sure you felt comfortable.

You exhaled shakily. “As ready as I’ll ever be”.

Jensen glanced over and caught your eye. His lips curled into a reassuring smirk, and he mouthed, You got this.

You nodded, even though your nerves were still buzzing.

“All right, places!”, Kripke called out.

Your cue was coming up. The robe had to come off. You swallowed hard, steeling yourself, and untied it with slightly shaky hands.

Jensen, still leaning against the shower wall, tilted his head slightly as he watched you step into position. His eyes flickered down for half a second—not in a way that felt unprofessional, but in a way that told you he was taking in your nerves, not your body.

He shifted slightly under the spray, the water dripping off his hair, and offered you a small nod. His way of saying, It’s just us. We’ve got this.

You inhaled deeply.

Kripke called out, “Action!”.

Everything around you faded—the cameras, the crew, the nerves. It was just you, standing under the artificial glow of the motel bathroom, and Jensen—Soldier Boy—waiting for you beneath the stream of water.

The shower was already running hot, steam thickening the air as you stepped inside, your bare skin instantly covered in a sheen of moisture. The warmth made everything feel heavier—your breath, the tension, the way Jensen’s gaze darkened as he took you in.

Soldier Boy wasn’t a man of tenderness. He took what he wanted, unapologetically. That’s exactly what this scene was meant to show—the raw, unfiltered way he devoured the woman who had somehow managed to capture his interest.

Jensen moved the second you stepped into the shower.

A rough hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you forward so fast that a gasp left your lips. Before you could process, your back was already pressed against the cool, wet tiles, the contrast to the hot water making you shiver.

“Fuckin’ finally”, Jensen - Soldier Boy - growled, his voice thick, rough.

His body caged yours in instantly—broad shoulders, towering frame, every inch of him pressing down against you. His hand was splayed over your ribcage, so massive it nearly covered the whole expanse of your side. His grip was firm, almost bruising, fingers digging into your damp skin as if reminding you who was in control here.

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t have time to react before his other hand came up, gripping your jaw roughly and tilting your head back. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, and his smirk turned wicked.

“All that attitude, all that fuckin’ mouth”, he murmured, voice thick with condescension. “Bet you sound a lot better when you’re moanin’ instead of talkin’ back”.

Heat coiled low in your stomach, the way he manhandled you making something primal stir deep inside you. You knew it was just acting—you knew—but your body wasn’t quite on the same page.

Then his mouth was on yours, hot, demanding. The sheer intensity of it made you whimper.

Jensen—Soldier Boy—swallowed the sound eagerly, one large hand sliding down from your ribs to grip your thigh, hoisting it up against his hip. The movement was rough, controlling, making you fully aware of just how much bigger he was than you.

And that’s when it really hit—how small you felt beneath him.

His massive frame nearly engulfed yours, his chest pressed flush against you, slick with water and heat. His hands, calloused and huge, wrapped around your bare skin like he could completely consume you. His presence was overwhelming, his control absolute.

You barely registered the way your own fingers clutched at his arms, at his biceps, feeling the raw strength beneath them. You weren’t just acting anymore. Your skin tingled where he touched, your pulse thrumming hard beneath the surface.

And then you felt it.

The subtle, unmistakable press of him against you—solid, hard.

Your breath stuttered for a second, and so did his.

Jensen’s fingers flexed against your skin, like he was trying to ground himself, trying to stay in character, but something in his stance shifted. You saw it in his eyes, the way they flickered—just briefly—from Soldier Boy to Jensen.

And then—he nearly dropped you.

Not completely, but his grip on your thigh slipped for half a second, enough that you gasped and scrambled to hook your arm around his shoulder, your fingers digging into the damp muscle there.

The loss of balance made the scene visibly fall apart.

“Cut!”. Kripke’s voice cut through the air like a whip, sharp and immediate.

The room went still, the only sound left was the steady patter of water hitting the tiled floor. Jensen exhaled hard, his jaw clenching as he carefully—carefully—set you back down onto both feet, his hands lingering for only a second before he pulled away completely.

You barely heard Kripke sighing in the background, probably blaming the slippery floor or poor blocking, but you knew better. Jensen knew better.

His hands went straight to his hips, head tipping down as he let out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh—one of disbelief, frustration, maybe even amusement.

You, on the other hand, didn’t know what to do. Your skin was still burning from where he had touched you, from where his body had pressed against yours, from the very real thing you had felt just moments ago.

Jensen finally looked up, rubbing a wet hand over his face before glancing at you. His eyes searched yours for a moment, almost like he was trying to gauge your reaction.

Then, barely above a whisper, just for you— "Sorry".

It was so quiet, almost lost beneath the steady stream of water, but you heard it. And for a second, you saw something almost vulnerable beneath the confidence, beneath the Jensen Ackles persona.

But before you could say anything, Kripke’s voice rang out again. “Alright, let’s go again from the top of that last section. Reset positions. Cameras ready?”.

Jensen inhaled sharply, his shoulders straightening, rolling the tension away as he slipped seamlessly back into character. You swallowed hard, shaking off your own thoughts as you repositioned yourself against the wet tiles.

The second Action was called again, everything changed.

Jensen’s fingers were on you instantly, rougher this time, like he had something to prove—to himself, to the scene, to you.

The Scene continued.

As his large hands gripped your waist tightly, spinning you so fast your palms smacked against the wet tiles, your chest pressing flush against the cold surface. A gasp left your lips at the sudden movement, but it wasn’t from surprise alone—it was the force of it, the sheer strength in how he handled you, like you were weightless to him.

“Thought I told you not to run that fuckin’ mouth”, he muttered, voice thick, gravelly, dripping with that unmistakable Soldier Boy arrogance.

You barely had time to react before his body pressed into yours from behind, his broad chest molding against your back, his massive hands sliding down your sides, gripping your hips possessively. His fingers dug in, hard enough to leave marks.

Jensen—Soldier Boy—was consuming you.

Your breathing was ragged, a mix of nerves, heat, and the sheer overwhelming presence of him against you.

His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning against your damp skin. “You gonna be good for me now?”, he murmured, voice dangerously low.

A shiver ran down your spine, your fingers twitching against the slick tile. You knew your line. “Make me”.

The second the words left your lips, Jensen moved.

One of his hands left your hip and grabbed the back of your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat just enough to tilt your head back toward him. His grip wasn’t choking, but it was possessive, dominant, a silent reminder of who was in control.

Your pulse thrummed beneath his fingertips, and you could feel him smirk against your jaw before his lips crashed against yours.

The kiss was rough, demanding. He kissed like he fought—aggressive, unapologetic, like he owned you in that moment.

The heat between you was suffocating, the steam making everything feel heavier, thicker.

And just like before, you felt him. That same hardness, that same evidence that this scene was blurring lines neither of you had anticipated.

This time, Jensen didn’t falter.

He didn’t drop you, didn’t hesitate—but you felt the way his breath hitched, just for a fraction of a second, the way his fingers flexed against your skin, betraying him.

The way the control he prided himself on was slipping.

But still, he stayed in character, his lips ghosting over your jaw before he pulled back just enough to sneer, “That what you wanted, sweetheart?”.

“Cut!”.

The room snapped back into reality.

Jensen’s grip on your neck instantly loosened, his hands dropping from your body like he had just been burned. He took a half step back, but his breathing was still heavy, his jaw tight.

You stayed where you were for a second, your hands still pressed against the wet tile, trying to breathe, to force yourself to remember this was just acting. But it hadn’t felt like just acting. Not to you.

Jensen exhaled sharply, finally breaking the silence. “You okay?” His voice was lower than usual, rougher. It wasn’t Soldier Boy’s voice anymore—it was his.

You finally turned to face him, your gaze flickering up to meet his. His green eyes were darker than usual, still hooded with the weight of the scene, with something else. Something unspoken.

You nodded, though your voice wasn’t as steady as you wanted it to be. “Yeah. You?”.

Jensen hesitated. Just for a second. But that second was enough.

Then he smirked—his usual Jensen smirk, easy, charming, playful—but there was something behind it. Something restrained. “Yeah”, he said, rolling his shoulders like he was physically trying to shake it off. “All good”.

Kripke’s voice cut through the moment before you could say anything else. “That was great. Let’s do one more for safety, but that was it”.

One more.

You saw the brief flicker in Jensen’s expression—the awareness that doing that again, feeling that again, could be dangerous. But he nodded, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah. One more”.

You had barely sunk into the couch in your trailer, robe still loosely wrapped around you, when the exhaustion hit. The adrenaline from earlier had finally worn off, leaving behind a mixture of relief, residual heat, and an underlying tension you couldn’t quite shake.

The talk with Kripke had gone well. He had praised your performance, reassured you that you handled the scene like a pro, and reminded you that today was the hardest part. He had even joked that you should take the rest of the afternoon to decompress.

Jensen had been there too—charming as always, back to his usual self, laughing with Kripke, nodding along to his feedback. But every now and then, you had felt his eyes flicker to you. Not the teasing, big-brotherly looks he had given you before filming had started. No, this was something different. Something unreadable.

Now, an hour later, you were curled up with a bottle of water, trying to replay the scene in your mind, trying to decipher what exactly had happened between you and Jensen in that shower.

And then, a knock.

You jumped slightly, not expecting anyone. You frowned, setting the water bottle down and straightening up. “Uh—yeah, come in”.

The door creaked open, and there he was. Jensen. Except… not Jensen the way you usually saw him. He looked almost nervous.

His usual cocky ease was replaced by something more uncertain, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, his weight shifting slightly as he hovered in the doorway. His damp hair was tousled like he had run a hand through it a few too many times.

You blinked at him. “Hey”.

“Hey”, he echoed, then hesitated. His jaw tensed, like he was debating something. Then he let out a small breath and finally stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

You sat up a little straighter. “You okay?”.

Jensen let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “Funny. I was about to ask you the same thing”.

You tilted your head. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”.

He gave you a look. “C’mon, short stack. That was… not your average day at work”.

You exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah. No kidding”.

A small silence stretched between you.

Jensen shifted again, his fingers tapping against his thigh, like he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Finally, he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Listen”, he said, his voice lower now, more serious. “About earlier…”.

Your stomach tightened slightly. “Yeah?”.

He met your eyes, something there that wasn’t just casual, wasn’t just friendly. “That got… a little intense”, he admitted.

You swallowed. “Yeah. It did”.

His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something else, but he hesitated again. That wasn’t like him. Jensen Ackles was never hesitant. But here he was, standing in your trailer, looking at you like he wasn’t sure if he should say what he was thinking.

Jensen exhaled sharply, his fingers rubbing the back of his neck before finally meeting your gaze again. His usual confidence was off—not completely gone, but definitely cracked.

Then, to your surprise, a faint flush crept up his neck. “I, uh…”. He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Look, I just—wanted to say sorry”.

Your brows furrowed slightly. “Sorry?”.

His jaw tightened, and for the first time since you had met him, Jensen Ackles actually looked embarrassed. “Yeah”, he muttered, shifting his weight again. “That—what happened—that doesn’t… happen to me. Ever".

Your stomach flipped. You knew exactly what he meant, but you still asked, “What doesn’t happen?”.

Jensen gave you a look, one that said don’t make me say it, but when you just raised an expectant eyebrow, he let out another dry chuckle, shaking his head. “You felt it”, he muttered, looking anywhere but at you.

Your face heated instantly.

Of course, you had felt it—the very obvious, very undeniable way his body had reacted to yours in the heat of the scene. But hearing him acknowledge it out loud? That was something else entirely. “I—uh”, you started, suddenly very aware of how small the space between you was. “Yeah”.

Jensen groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

You couldn’t help it—you laughed.

That made him glance up at you, his brows raising slightly. “You’re laughing at me?”.

You pressed your lips together, trying to stifle it. “I mean… kinda?”.

Jensen scoffed, finally meeting your gaze again, the corners of his lips twitching. “Unbelievable”.

You shrugged. “Sorry. It’s just—you’re Jensen Ackles. Mr. Charming, Smooth, Experienced Actor. And yet, here you are, blushing in my trailer, apologizing because you got…”. You trailed off, letting the weight of your words hang between you.

Jensen ran a hand through his damp hair, exhaling again. “Fucking shit".

You tilted your head, teasing now. “So… what was it?”.

He blinked. “What?”.

You crossed your arms. “What was it that got you?”.

Jensen narrowed his eyes slightly. “Excuse me?”.

“I mean, you said it’s never happened before. So… what was different this time?”.

For a moment, he just looked at you, his expression unreadable.

Then, after a beat, he let out a breath, shaking his head with a small, almost incredulous smirk. “You”, he murmured.

Your stomach flipped.

Jensen studied you, his smirk fading slightly, replaced by something softer, something more real. “You caught me off guard”, he admitted. “Didn’t expect you to be so—”. He stopped himself, lips pressing together.

Your heartbeat picked up. “So what?”.

Jensen hesitated again, then finally sighed, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter”, he muttered, running a hand down his face. “Point is, it was unprofessional, and I didn’t want you thinking I was being a creep or something”.

You swallowed, your pulse still quick. “I didn’t think that”.

Jensen met your gaze again, studying your expression, and for a second, the teasing, the tension, the awkwardness—all of it shifted into something heavier. Something unspoken. Something neither of you were ready to acknowledge.

After a beat, he cleared his throat and glanced toward the door. “Alright, well… guess I’ll leave you to it”.

But before he could move, you reached out—just a small movement, your fingers brushing lightly against his wrist. “Jensen”.

He stopped. Looked down at where your hand had touched him. Then back at you.

You swallowed. “I didn’t mind”.

His jaw tightened slightly, something flickering behind his eyes—something he pushed down fast.

Then, after a long, silent beat, he huffed a small, almost amused breath and shook his head. “Yeah”, he murmured, eyes still locked onto yours. “That’s kinda the problem, isn’t it?”.

And just like that—he walked out.

The second the door clicked shut behind him, you let out a groan and facepalmed. "I didn’t mind". Seriously? That was the best you could come up with?

You had just been trying to reassure him, to ease his awkwardness. But the second those words left your lips, the entire conversation had shifted.

And then—that comment. "That’s kinda the problem, isn’t it?".

You sank onto the couch, your heart still pounding as you replayed it over and over in your head. Did that mean what you thought it meant? Had he been feeling this pull too? Not just today, not just in that scene—but for the last few weeks?

You groaned again, dropping your head back against the couch. What the hell were you doing?

Jensen was married. Happily, as far as you knew. You had met Danneel briefly when she visited set. She was gorgeous, confident, the kind of woman who seemed untouchable. And yet, here you were, sitting in your trailer, practically burning from what had just happened with her husband.

But, your mind argued, he was the one who came here.

He was the one who hesitated at the door, the one who blushed, the one who admitted that what happened in that shower wasn’t normal for him.

He was the one who said that was the problem.

And, shit, you couldn’t even pretend it wasn’t a problem for you, too. Because the truth was, you hadn’t minded. Not one bit.

Jensen was just so much. He had been since day one. Larger than life, effortlessly charming, teasing and protective in all the right ways. And physically—Shit, you had felt him today, really felt just how massive he was compared to you, how his hands had completely swallowed your skin, how easily he had moved you like you weighed nothing.

And the worst part? You had gotten just as turned on as he had.

You clenched your jaw, your fingers gripping the couch cushion beside you. This was bad. Really, really bad. Because now, you couldn’t stop wondering.

How long had he been feeling it? Was today the first moment he had slipped, or had there been other moments—small ones, lingering ones—that you had missed? Had he been watching you, noticing you, thinking about you the same way you had caught yourself thinking about him?

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing your heart to stop hammering, willing your body to calm the fuck down. None of this mattered. It couldn’t matter. Jensen was off-limits. Untouchable.

But as you sat there, still replaying the way his fingers had gripped your skin, the way his voice had dropped when he whispered Sorry, the way his pupils had blown when he pulled away from you in that shower… You weren’t sure you believed that anymore.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Oh wait language day is tomorrow :(

Just prepping ya know?

(In which Lyn shows off her wonderful memory with dates again)

it is tomorrow so I'm saving your first ask

also i don't really know what I can talk about tho so you are welcome to make suggestions

[lvlyghost]

Cold Nights

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Reader doesn't show up for morning training. Ghost doesn't know what to think.

Word Count: 794

Tw: fluff, angst, mentions of being sick, soldiers being scared of simon lol, ooc simon probably, he calls reader kid, i think that's it🤭

A/N: I'm sick and this came to my mind, I just want simon to take care of me okay???🥹🤧 this is super bad as usual. still hope you like it. pls remember english isn't my first language, corrections are welcome ✨💖

Masterlist✨

Ghost doesn't see her at the cafeteria, nor the training room. He's disgruntled. His eyes keep drifting apart from the soldiers in front of him, waiting for the next round of endless push ups he's gonna make them go through.

Why isn't she here?

His body feels restless, pacing back and forth.

Soap doesn't say anything, just shifts his weight from one foot to another.

"Johnny," he calls him. "You're in charge."

"Lt.?" He quirks a brow, not understanding. That's so unlike him.

"Got things to do."

He storms out of the room, the walls rattle when he closes the doors.

It's a cold day. Just like the day before.

Days used to mean nothing to him.

Time.

Until she came along. Three years ago.

That woman... he sighs.

Was it something he said? Didn't they talk about it last night?

Everything was fine.

Or so he thought.

-

"We shouldn't be out here, kid." He mutters. It's freezing, he can see her trembling even beneath her hoodie. Well it was actually his. The hoodie completely swallowing her small form.

"I know, I know!" She laughs. Her cheeks a beautiful shade of pink. "I just... it was too loud inside." That he can agree on. "Is it true?" She asks a few seconds later.

Simon stills. Choosing his next words carefully.

"What?"

"What Soap said." A heartbeat. "About us."

There's a silence that falls between them.

"Those were the words of a drunk man."

"Were they?" her smile is contagious. Damn her and her beautiful soul. "Would you come with me if I asked you to?"

He stares directly at her, trying to find any sign of doubt. He's always mesmerized by her gentle nature. That's something he never knew. Perhaps that's why he was so drawn to her. Longed to be wherever she was. Breathe the same air.

"I'd say that's highly inappropriate." He states. "And that you've had too many shots of whatever poor excuse of a whiskey Johnny made you drink."

"Price called it piss water." She shooks her head. "You're changing the subject!"

Simon chuckles. He really does.

"You've got such power over me no one else could ever have, kid."

And he's doomed.

-

He's trying so hard, going through the events of the night, trying to remember. What happened? Nothing out of line was said. She seemed content when they parted ways, right after he had kissed her good night outside her room. Simon saw the way her eyes lit up with a spark he never saw before. The longing stare. Remembers vividly how she had stopped him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt pulling him down for another heated kiss.

He walks down the corridor with long strides. Hands balled into fists. He shouldn't be this mad. But that was the effect she had in him.

He tries to cool down. Ghost was scared too. What if she had changed her mind and didn't want anything to do with him? He was messing up his head at the mere thought.

He finally makes it to the room, knocking twice before her soft voice tells him he can come in.

Inside the room, all the curtains were closed, not a single ray of light made it inside apart from the lamp casting shadows around. Furrowing his brows he closes the door behind him with a low click.

"Kid?" He calls her. Immediately rolling on her side she welcomes him, red eyes, stuffy nose and looking disheveled.

"Sorry I missed training." She apologizes. Changing to a sitting position and waits for him to sit next to her.

"What's wrong?" He demands with a soft voice. She's still wearing his hoodie from last night. Rubbing her eyes she gives Simon a tired smile.

"I'm just really sick Simon." She answers, he can hear her hoarse voice now.

"Bloody hell, love." His hand goes straight to her face, caressing her cheek. "Did you go to the infirmary?" Closing her eyes, she rest her head against his hand.

"Mhm. Got some painkillers prescribed. Still feel horrible."

"Good, it'll take some time for you to feel better. You need to rest, okay?". The look he gave her leaves no room for discussion.

"Wasn't planning on leaving my bed you know?" He smiles ever so slightly. "Would you stay with me?" When he doesn't answer right away she adds: "never mind you'll catch whatever this bug is and i don't ..."

"Sweetheart," he interrupts her rambling. "Scoot over."

She looks at him wide-eyed.

"You... you don't," she stutters.

"No, I don't mind at all. If there's anything you need just tell me, copy?" She nods, staring at his blue eyes. "Told you we shouldn't have been outside last night."

"Even if it meant catching a cold, I'm glad we did, Simon."

[realistically-shifting]

Scripting Remus to ✨mutually pine✨

Non-exhaustive list of things I script

When he was a teenager, he started to have dreams of me. In his dreams, I appeared as the same age as him.

I was always present in his dreams. Either he noticed me somewhere in the background, or the dream revolved around me. I was just always there, especially during rough times.

The dreams never exaggerated my virtues or vices (Don’t want to set up a pedestal to fall from).

There’s always something missing in the dreams that makes him feel that he’s only experiencing a shadow of who I actually am. Meeting me and spending time with me in person fixes this issue; my voice finally comes through to him clearly, he gets to see my quirks and habits, things I do when I think nobody is looking. How I can be clumsy and forgetful and I constantly bump into things, yet also pay attention to details, etc. Basically, I become reality, not just the person of his dreams.

I appear to age throughout the years with him, but I stop at the age I’ll be when I meet him.

The dreams brought him comfort and he started to get eager to see my face in them. He had warm, intimate dreams, fun dreams, comforting dreams, erotic, etc.

In realities where I sang in an anonymous college band with a small fanbase - Felix, Remus’ younger brother who is my age, heard a song from my band in passing online and showed it to Remus. While Felix lost interest, Remus became our most loyal fan. We didn’t show our names or faces, but he fell in love with the lyrics we wrote and my voice brought him warmth/comfort/ease/etc.

He learned to draw to draw my face. This is how Felix, Cyrus, and Alaina know I’m from his dreams too. (They kinda thought he was crazy. May just about lose their minds when he presents me to them)

When he’d go on dates or sleep around, he found himself looking for me within the people he went out with.

He preferred erotic dreams of me to actually having sex with other people.

Whenever he was stressed or pissed, he formed a habit of imagining talking to me to talk through his problem or to calm down

Foreplay and aftercare expert

Whenever I’m in the room, his eyes are on me

After hearing and briefly spotting me in the apartment sub-level, Remus cleared his entire calendar to dedicate his time to looking for me.

Because he spotted me in the apartment sub-level with a car, he knew I was a resident of the building. So, he bought the entire building. I scripted this as an action he’s already taken.

He’s spent the past week trying to figure out how to approach me without scaring me off.

He’s already arranged a prenuptial agreement to mitigate power imbalances. The agreement is heavily favored towards me.

He doesn’t expect me to date him, per se, but he’s decided that I’m the one he wants and he’s going to pursue that.

If I got married to someone else, he would be of the mindset that he still can’t entrust my livelihood to anyone and will still provide for me, even if I’m not with him. (Not the plan, just for an idea of his personality)

This.

He regularly gets art of me commissioned (even after finding me)

Touch and physical affection is his love language sadistic pleasure dom

Hentai anatomy

Confident and Secure-attachment

He has a habit of buying things if I come to mind when he sees it.

Doesn’t care about publicly displaying his affection for me, does so shamelessly (nearly to the point of exhibitionism)

He believes that our relationship was written into the stars by the gods themselves

*Thinks buying an entire apartment building and scouring security footage will scare me off because he’s intense, doesn’t realize I learned to travel the multiverse for him*

Which leads me to: If I ever told him about shifting, he would take that as further proof of our relationship being destined.

He might cry if he found out I learned to shift for him

He likes to leave marks

He “jokes” that for a first date, we should visit the courthouse. We’ll probably laugh, but it wasn’t really a joke.

Love at first sight

He doesn’t get jealous of other men around me because he knows I will choose him in the end, one way or another.

He listens attentively when I speak, genuinely interested to learn all the little details he thought he’d never get to hear about me

Three days before he sees me, the dreams abruptly end. In his last one, it ended with me with my back turned to him and saying something he couldn’t hear, then motioning for him to follow me. After that, I no longer showed up in his dreams even if he tried.

The disappearance of dream Me stressed him tf out

When he first comes to my apartment to speak to me, it’s obvious he’s constantly holding himself back from touching me

[jasper-unofficial]

for the game - phum 🤲

you said i should do all of them, which is insane, but also thank you weeeee ✨🫶

i'm gonna put the headcanons under the cut though, y'all can send asks with other characters (& emojis) from here

🏳️‍🌈 a sexuality headcanon

i personally definitely headcanon him as gay.

🏳️‍⚧️ a gender headcanon

a good ol' cis boy.

😇 a headcanon about their religion/lack thereof

hmmm... i'd imagine he's probably not religious, because he was shipped off from thailand at a really early age, and no one was socialising him and really involving him in the culture oversees either, so religion probably just kind of naturally passed him by. at this stage, i also can't imagine when he would discover it later in life on his own either.

🧸 a headcanon about their childhood

well 💀 horrors beyond our comprehension, basically. tbh, we know quite a bit about it, but just to solidify, i think 1) his parents and oldest brother genuinely never called to talk to him; 2) fang did call almost every day, but it got to this slightly weird juxtaposition of like "oh, you're calling me, but then if i start complaining about the horrific situation i'm in, you shut me down", so it wasn't Great, 3) the distant relatives he lived with did not care about him at all, it was truly unimaginable levels of neglect; 4) he had zero friends and the "i cried every day" thing was not an exaggeration.

👻 a headcanon about what scares them

well, we know about heights. for some reason, i also think darkness. that's if we're talking specifically classic fears. if we're talking more psychological - definitely fear of rejection and abandonment.

👽 a headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs

i do not think he sleeps with his plushies, that's not really their function. they are a comfort item during the day and also just a special interest on their own, as a collection.

💤 a headcanon about their sleep

i actually think he has a really hard time falling asleep, specifically because he isn't used to feeling safe, and that's also why he wakes up at the smallest sound.

🦾 a disability headcanon

autism in the biggest boldest letters.

💝 a headcanon about their love language

i'm gonna be honest, it's all of them equally. he is very acts of service, he starts driving peem around everywhere almost right away, he exchanges food with both peem and fang, so they wouldn't eat what they don't like. crossing over into gift-giving as well, he bought peem a bunch of seafood even though he doesn't eat it because they were at sea and peem would have wanted to eat it, he buys peem stuff all the time tbh, he pays for toey as well. quality time is also up there - he follows peem around everywhere and doesn't mind just sitting there in silence while peem works on his art. physical touch, of course, he can't stop touching and kissing peem. finally, words of affirmation, he is really good at compliments and just talking about how much he loves spending time with his friends etc. like i always say, his heart is the size of a skyscraper, and he has so much love to give.

🫂 a friendship headcanon

he still has a really hard time making friends and i think it will take him a long time to actually start hanging out with his new friends from peem's friend group separately and not when everyone is invited.

💔 an angsty headcanon

his self-worth is incredibly shakey, it's truly like a game of tumble tower, when you can see that it's gonna fall on the next player's turn. and i think that, though it will get better, especially if the family thing is resolved correctly, it will genuinely take decades to deal with it fully.

🪢 a headcanon about their family

his parents are gonna get hit by a bus that will be driven by someone who looks suspiciously like me :)

📓 a headcanon about their hobbies

i think he definitely has a hobby that involves a lot of reality-escaping. probably not video games, because i can't remember seeing a good pc/console at his apartment. i am leaning more towards books and/or movies/series, something like that.

👗 a headcanon about their clothes

he does not really care about fashion rip 😔

🔪 a headcanon relating to fighting/violence

unlike fang, i actually don't think he was ever that big into it. he ended up in a couple of fights anyway, because of fang, but he himself is very 👉👈

🌟 a headcanon about their desires/wishes

i think he wants kids, but is afraid he is going to make a terrible father, because he hasn't really had any good examples of parenting throughout his childhood.

🥇 a headcanon about what they’re best at

perhaps a slightly weird answer to a question that's probably leaning more towards skills and achievements, but i'm gonna say taking care of people. he is very attentive and loving, he is genuinely just incredibly good at the small gestures and remembering things about other people and giving the right gifts and saying the right thing at the right time, etc. etc.

🍫 a headcanon about food

he eats a very limited amount of food, which is also why fang can only cook spaghetti - he learned to cook it specifically for phum, and phum just kept asking for the same thing every day. i wouldn't be surprised, if he isn't actually allergic to seafood as well, but just says that, because it's easier than explaining that he eats exactly seven foods and nothing else.

🎭 a headcanon about what they lie about

his exact feelings about his parents. i think he's been shamed a lot for feeling the way he does towards them, so he keeps making things up and skirting around the conversation, so he wouldn't have to directly say "i do not want to see them anymore".

❤️‍🔥 a romantic headcanon

he is extremely romantic in my opinion. i think he believes in soulmateism and true love and the whole shebang. i think he watches lots of romcoms and has probably seen every mlm storyline in existence, dreaming of his own gay little relationship. he has all the proper romantic gestures down to a fine art too, obviously.

💄 an appearance headcanon

yes, he did dye his hair that shade of brown to look more like a teddy bear. slash srs

🖕 a headcanon relating to anger

anger is his mortal enemy. he has a lot of it pent up inside (understandably so), but he thinks it's a very ugly feeling he is "not supposed to feel", so he suppresses it. whenever he feels angry, he just kind of goes inside his shell and leaves the situation.

😺 an animal related headcanon

he is a cat person (hence, peem).

😬 a headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done

straight up the agreement he made with peem at the beginning.

😭 a headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them

being abandoned by his parents at five years old.

😶 a random headcanon!

he isn't as close to toey as he'd like to be, because he is 1) autistic and 2) not particularly well-socialised, so he has a hard time really understanding what social rules to follow for their particular relationship. in his head, he definitely considers toey his younger brother and would absolutely just spoil him rotten and hang out with him a lot, but not a lot of that gets actualised in reality, because he's a little afraid of making any sudden big moves or actively saying that he feels about toey the same way fang feels about him.

[vimara00]

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ Today I decided to write something with the trope "she fell first but he fell harder" because I can. Also, I wanna wish u a Merry Christmas!!! 🎅 🎄

Hope you enjoy! ❤️ (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙈)

Pd: It's gonna be a part 2

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: jealousy

Too blind to see (Kirishima x F!reader)

(Image created with AI)

Kirishima and y/n have known each other since birth as both of their mothers were friends. They dreamed of the two of them getting along and, in an ideal future, getting married and giving them grandchildren, but it was too early for the last part. They became inseparable and did everything together; They went to the same kindergarten, same high school, and even managed to enter the UA. However, because of y/n "sanation" quirk, she was at another class. But that wasn't an impediment for seeing each other every day. And when she wasn't with Kirishima and his friends, she would be helping on the nursery as part of her training. Her mentor, Recovery girl, always said that she'll take her place when she retired, so y/n needed to work extra hard if she wanted to be able to save heroes' lives during battle.

Kirishima was y/n's number one fan; she was his muse, his rock, and his 'best friend' while for her...he was way more than that. She was in love with her best friend and came with the realisation, at a very young age, that he didn't see her as a potential partner so she kept her mouth shut for all this years, scared of rejection.

However, lately, Kirishima's been more protective than normal; At first, she thought it probably had something to do with the LOV's recent attack, but certain actions made her think otherwise...

The other day, Deku came in with new injuries, and because he was a regular patient, he talked a lot with y/n while she treated his wounds. They became very good friends as she was one of the few who knew of OFA. Kirishima hadn't noticed how close they were till he came in later that day to check on Midoriya and found them siting next to eachother (shoulders touching and being VERY VERY close for his liking) reading and talking about his notes. He was standing at the door annoyed by the scene happening in front of him, and suddenly, a new sensation came with it, one he couldn't put into words, but it felt similar to fear. Of what? He was yet to find out...

He decided enough was enough and entered the room, making his presence known. Izuku might have noticed the intense look Kirishima was giving him cause he tensed and moved a little so his body wasn't touching hers at all; He knew that, even though the redhead was such a great guy, when it came to her, he sure as hell would beat someone up just because that person looked the wrong way (Midoriya has seen it many times). Y/n didn't think much of it as she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and kept doing some reports that Recovery girl has left for her. After she was done, they left so Izuku could rest, but not before she gave him a quick hug and said their goodbyes. Kirishima was rather quiet all the way to her doorm, and once they arrived, he said 'You are really close with Midoriya, ah?' 'Yes, he's a really nice guy! He comes almost every day so he's my favorite patient by now' His face turned into a frown to that and respond 'Is that so?' He hadn't stopped looking intensibly at her, and it was making the e/c girl nervous. <Why does he sound like he's jealous?> The girl was wondering when suddenly, he grabbed her forearm gently so her body was now facing him. His eyes were no longer on her but the floor, and he whispered 'I don't like you being that friendly with him. I'm supposed to be the one who receives your hugs and the one you tend their wounds of!' He paused for a few seconds and finally looked at her as he continued 'I don't like sharing your attention or you affection. I know it's selfish but lately, when I see you with others, it hurts and it annoys me...I feel kind of left out and I don't like it one bit' Someone would of assumed this 'sensations' Kirishima was having were of pure jealousy or envy because of the threaten of her finding someone else and that this might have been his confession but no. He's convinced himself, and her, that it was his mission as a 'big bro' that he needed to be sure the guy she settled for was a nice one. That night, both of them went to sleep with a huge weight of their hearts. Y/n because she realized that nothing has changed and that she'd always be his friend no matter how cute she dressed or how mature she acted, she'd never be his first option. As for him... He felt his chest tighten at the thought of her being with some other dude.

The next few days, he did everything in his power to not let Midoriya or any other of his friends near y/n, but he couldn't control everyone for too long, could he? It wasn't long enough until UA most handsome guy, had to pay a visit to the nursery and even took the chance to invite her to endeavors agency to work with them. She was very excited to tell him about what happened and that she accepted their offer, but Kirishima had to pretend that he was happy when he actually was feeling sad)?

Since then, mister cute face has spent too much time with her and did everything together; from eating lunch to going on missions alone and then having dinner at his house (Midoriya and Bakugou were there too but still) The redhead was going crazy to say the least. However, he began to wonder if these emotions were similar to the ones a brother would have for his little sister or more like a boyfriend would have for his girl. The word 'jealousy' came along with those thoughts and so he understood why he got so annoyed and anxious whenever she was with someone else or how worried he got by just the idea of her having a boyfriend or even marrying someone; marrying someone who wasn't him. He was in love with her! All this time, he actually thought he was doing the right thing by being protecting her from praying eyes but he was just keeping her to himself instead. He realized how mistaken he had been and needed to make his intentions clear for her even if she rejected him. He just needed to find the right time

....

Part 2 in a few days 😉

[lm-tomatito]

Helloooo favourite artist🫶

For the headcanon ask game

🧸👽💝💔🪢💄😶 (and if there's any 🦾) for Espio :]

Ooh, so many questions, I like that✨

Also, favorite artist?? Ohmygosh, that's so nice, thank you ;u;

🧸 A headcanon about their childhood

Not sure if this is enough but I like to think he had somewhat of a rough childhood, maybe being part of a mercenary group since he was born (something to do with his family probably). He didn't feel right or even safe being there so he escaped one day as a preteen and that's how he met Vector, maybe trying to do something dangerous in his presence and the crocodile felt like he had to help this kid. I like to think that's why he was described as more aggressive and impulsive in the Chaotix game, he just had a bunch of negative feelings and experiences in himself and was just starting to get the help and friendship he needed.

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of them

Huh, not sure what would be considered a weird quirk, something that's unique to him or just something weird in general? Hm, I don't know if it's weird but I like to think he randomly speaks in japanese sometimes when he's lost in thought or is starting to show a strong emotion.

💝 A headcanon about their love language

He's not a very touchy person and stuff, so just being there comfortable around others and even trying stuff with them would be his way of showing care and appreciation. If it's his significant other though, he'd let them show physical affection to him as long as it's not too much or around people he's not close to. As an extra, and something I show in drawings, he'd wrap his tail around his partner, without noticing or on purpose.

💔 An angsty headcanon

He has very low self esteem despite seeming proud of his abilities, constantly trying to be better and do everything perfectly, flawlessly. This is even worse when it comes to himself, having dysphoria and not liking most of his features. I have the idea of most reptiles and insects not being considered as attractive as the rest of mobian creatures too. So he just feels like he's not what society considers good or proper, which makes him feel insecure. And because of his own pride and stubbornness, he'd just hide all those thoughts from everyone.

I have a small story idea related to this I'm trying to work on, something I've been thinking for a while, so I find it a very funny to be able to talk about this headcanon a bit now lol

🪢 A headcanon about their family

He doesn't like talking about his blood related family, negative experiences for sure, so anytime someone asks him about his family he just talks about the Chaotix. There is someone he doesn't see in a bad light, one of his parents, but... That's still surrounded by bad memories and a very tragic event that made him escape from his birthplace.

💄 An appearance headcanon

His top scars, and him liking goth fashion I guess. I also like to give him a lot of scars in his hands and wrists because, well, no way someone who uses a bunch of blades doesn't have scars.

😶 A random headcanon

A random one, hm. He doesn't like to be in photos, usually making himself invisible or hiding behind other people or stuff around him. He only let's people take pictures of him during special and significant occasions. When it comes to Silver though, he'd try his best to let him take pictures with him or of him as much as he wants, trying his best to not involuntarily camouflage, because he knows how important pictures are to the hedgehog.

🦾 A disability headcanon

I don't think I have one for him, not physical at least. If you count him being paranoid sometimes because of anxiety, his body dysphoria and the depression he keeps a secret from everyone, well, then that

[eddie-sweetheart]

Headcanons on Eddie having no physical boundaries nor any knowledge of personal space

So, I've read many theories and posts on here about Eddie being a touch-as-love-language kind of guy and I fully commit to this idea, which has been stuck in my head for a while. Sooo I wanted to write down a little something-something about all the touchy scenarios that you might experience with him, and here's what came to me. ✨

@munsons-maiden i know it's not a one shot (although the headcanons are quite long) but I said I'd tag you in it so here it is! 🤍

Warnings: lots of fluff, mentions of anxiety, a few sexual innuendos

🌹 Masterlist 🌹

Eddie’s love language is touch. 

Due to his troubled past and difficult relationships with the people he grew up with, he’s never been shown love in very concrete, physical ways. Of course, his uncle takes very good care of him - but mostly through acts of service and by making sure he always has food on his table and a roof over his head. Sure, sometimes there’s the occasional awkward pat on the shoulder and a few brief, manly hugs, but these are nowhere as close to the warm embraces and reassuring touches Eddie has always craved and longed for. 

You started noticing his desire to be physically close to the people he loves and trusts when you first became friends. Throughout your adventures in and out of the Upside Down, while he was on the run from the whole town, you observed how he leaned towards Steve when they talked and how he quite literally smirked and laughed in his face; how he was quick not only to grab and shield Robin with his body when the earthquake hit, but also how he held her close when they were on the ground - to stabilize her, sure, but to get some comfort himself, too. How he tackled Dustin in the field outside Hawkins and didn’t let go of him for a while, one hand firmly placed on the back of the kid’s neck while he talked to him and looked at him straight in the eyes. You’ve added all these little gestures to the collection of memories that you’ve been making about (and with) him, mixing them with all his little quirks and moves and the melodic tone that always accompanies his witty remarks and swear words.

Then, once the Vecna ordeal was over, your friendship bloomed into love and the boundaries between your bodies seemed to dissipate with every single touch of his. And he touched, and still touches you, a lot. It doesn’t really matter the time or place (or good manners towards other people, sometimes): whether it’s in public with the rest of the gang or in his trailer when it’s just Eddie and you, he always finds a physical way to keep you close. 

Let’s take the mornings, for instance. You might be in the bathroom brushing your teeth or getting ready for the day and he’s right there with you, probably sitting on the closed lid of the toilet looking up at you and hugging your leg. He does the same thing when he’s sitting and you’re standing next to him - he just can’t help it, he needs to snake one of his hands around your thigh and just hold you. It’s definitely a non-sexual gesture, but you’ve had to forbid him to do that when you’re in public and you’re wearing a skirt or a dress, though - because in that case there’s a high chance he might let his intrusive thoughts win and let his fingers travel under your clothes.

Bathroom-wise again, we can’t forget how he has to wait for you to take a shower together. He loves massaging the bath soap all over your body and shoulders (and thanks to his strong hands he’s also quite good at making your muscles relax) and he always makes you try different hairstyles on him with the help of some shampoo. Of course, you both end up laughing out loud when he catches his reflection and sees the results. 

“Shit, y/n, I look like Abraham Lincoln” “Do you prefer the mohawk? I can do that” “Go ahead, m'lady”

Oh and he loves your hair too. He likes to brush it every night before you go to sleep, tongue sticking out and eyes narrowed as he focuses on not hurting you and on combing all the knots away as delicately as possible. Also, he’s taught himself how to braid it so he can create what he calls “elvish hairdos” on you. 

Occasionally, when you're at home, he will make you step on his feet and he’ll walk you around his trailer, holding you tight against his chest so you don’t fall while you giggle like a little kid. It often ends up with him picking you up and (gently) throwing you on his bed, but you really don't mind.

Cooking breakfast, lunch or dinner? He makes sure to be there and hug you from behind as you try to put together a meal or set the table. You’ve come close to cutting or burning him or yourself a couple of times, but he swears he would never let that happen. 

“Eddie, please, I need to drain the pasta” “So drain it” “If you stand so close you might get boiling water on you, it’s not-“ “Sweetheart, I survived a swarm of supernatural bats, I can handle a few drops of hot water”

If, instead, you’re eating out with the others and you’re not sitting next to him, you’ll spend the whole meal with one or both of his feet touching yours under the table. He occasionally taps your shoes with the tip of his Reeboks to let you know that even if he’s talking to Dustin or bickering with Steve, he’s still very well aware of your presence. Of course, if you’re sitting one beside the other, he always juggles the cutlery, the glass, and everything else on the table with just one hand - because the other is glued to your leg, of course.

The same thing happens when he drives. Or, better, it used to happen: when he attempted to switch gears with the hand that was supposed to hold the steering wheel because he wanted to keep the other on your thigh, you got so mad that you traumatized him into becoming the most responsible driver in all of Indiana. 

“We could have gotten into a car accident, Eddie!” “But I wanted to hold you” “And I want us to stay alive!” “I’m sorry, sweetheart… are you still mad?” “I will be, if you don’t keep both of your hands on the wheel from now on. If you don’t, I’ll drive” “God, no"

Waiting in line somewhere? Yes, you’re going to be one of those annoying couples who are always hugging and leaning on each other and that everyone secretly envies a little. 

Out on grocery shopping? While you’re staring at the shelves trying to find his favorite brand of breakfast cereal (Honeycomb, of course), he’s just standing there next to you, his chin propped up on the top of your head as he gets distracted by colorful Coco-Pops and Kellog’s boxes. 

"Eddie" "Mh-mh?" "We need to go get the milk" "Yeah" "Can you please let me move?" "Oh yeah, sure" *proceeds to lift his head up away from yours just to place one hand to the back of your neck while you walk into the next aisle*

When you hang out at Steve’s or at the Bylers’ and you’re all sitting in a circle on the floor sipping beer, he has to have you sit between his legs, with your back resting on his chest. You secretly love it, because you can hear his voice echoing in his ribcage and sometimes it feels like you’re inside of him. 

Oh, you’re not hanging out at home but you’re at a pub, maybe at the Hideout? No worries: when he’s not holding your hand, he’ll have one glued to your lower back at all times. When he has to guide you through the crowd, he stays behind you and places both of his palms on your hips and slightly pushes you forward, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach every time without failure. 

When he meets you at the bar counter after a performance on stage with Corroded Coffin, he wants to let everyone know you’re his girl by throwing one arm over your shoulders, keeping you close. He’s usually all hyperactive and sweaty, and extremely excited to have you there for him - so you love to occasionally grab his wrist and turn your head to kiss it softly. 

Oh, and of course he’s heavy on the PDA. He doesn’t care if everyone and their mother roll their eyes and complain about it, when he kisses you he has to do it “fucking properly” - even if this includes improvised make-out sessions in front of your friends.

“Jesus, Munson, let her breathe for God’s sake. Also, get a room.” “Do I have to kiss you too to make you shut up, Harrington?”

If he hasn’t seen you all day, as soon as he catches a glimpse of you coming towards him he’ll run to come and pick you up in his arms (holding you just a little too tight) and he’ll grab your face in his hands to pepper it with endless kisses and smooches and sometimes he will lick you as well

“Eddie, you’ve seen me last night” “I can’t bear to spend a fucking minute without you, princess” “Babe seriously it’s just been just a couple of hours-“ “I might have died”

Love bites? Ugh, he’s a sucker for those. With your consent, of course, he’ll nibble at your skin any chance he gets - he’s determined to “have a taste” of every inch of your body he can reach.

However, he needs your touch not only when he’s happy or relaxed - he needs you there for him the most when he’s sad or upset, too. When the flashbacks from the Upside Down or from the time when he was on the run come back to haunt him in his sleep, and he wakes up drenched in sweat, the only way for him to calm down is to curl up against you, holding on to the rim of your PJ (usually one of his old band T-shirts) with his fist and placing his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. When that happens, you’d never dare move or pull away - you stay still, a stabilizing force available to him as long as he needs. 

While you usually get distracted (and often flustered) by his touch, this intimacy helps him focus, a lot. If he’s preparing a D&D campaign or working on a new song and you’re sitting next to him, he’ll probably take a strand of your hair and fiddle with it, or rhythmically tap his munched pen on your leg - occasionally drawing little hearts or doodles on your skin.

“Property of EM? Really?” *flashes his brightest grin” “Don’t want anyone to think otherwise, sweetheart”.

Bonus:

What if you’re not physically with him?

In this case, he needs to have something of yours to carry throughout the day. It can be a scrunchie or a hair tie that he keeps on his wrist, or a small piece of jewelry (like a ring) to add to his guitar pick necklace, so he can hold close to his heart under his shirt: he just needs a little token to absentmindedly touch or graze whenever he misses you. 

Yes, he once asked you for a strand of your hair to put into a locket. 

Yes, he sometimes steals your panties and keeps them in the back pocket of his jeans, next to his bandana. 

[skiddlecat]

hi i want every single one of your world machine headcanons thank you very much

tara. you. you get me. i'm just gonna paste all of them and go from there

🏳️‍🌈 - A sexuality headcanon: GAH. HATE TO FALL INTO THE AGE OLD TRAP BUT. aro/ace. i can't imagine anything else. they just. the. the vibes. it has nothing to do with the robot thing but i just Cannot Imagine anything other than that

🏳️‍⚧️ - A gender headcanon: answered here!

😇 - A headcanon about their religion/lack thereof: you know considering they're basically god i think the answer to this is obvious. they don't need to question their religious status they know if god is real and the answer is yes and technically there's about three of them

🧸 - A headcanon about their childhood: i think they were a lot different when they first came to existence! probably a lot happier, more childlike. a little stupid. the usual

👻 - A headcanon about what scares them: things going out of control in the world probably stresses them out, and i'd imagine the out of bounds areas still intimidate them a little

🎶 - A headcanon about music: if they're able to listen to music that isn't part of their own soundtrack, i imagine they'd like calm sounding instrumental music!

👽 - A headcanon about a weird quirk of there: answered here!

💤 - A headcanon about their sleep: simple. they don't!

🦾 - A disability headcanon: I DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO TALK ABOUT THIS BECAUSE I AM NOT PHYSICALLY DISABLED. mentally yes but i think this is about physical disability.

💝 - A headcanon about their love language: probably averse to touch a lot of the time, preferring words of affirmation and quality time!

🫂 - A friendship headcanon: the trio (begrudgingly) get them to interact with the residents on the premise of them not knowing what role they actually play in the world. they need friends that aren't their family! (and niko!)

💔 - An angsty headcanon: answered here!

🪢 - A headcanon about their family: the trio often check in on twm after solstice, making sure they're doing okay!

📓 - A headcanon about their hobbies: i think it'd be funny if every so often twm messed with their siblings by slightly altering some code. like moving everything every so slightly to the left.

👗 - A headcanon about their clothes: they're kind of a cluster of screens so they can't wear clothes, so i'll take this to mean their reflection! they can use any npc's as a source for their reflection, but chose to use niko's, even after they left. it's nice to have something left of them!

🔪 - A headcanon relating to fighting/violence: listen. if they ever got into a fight with another robot. doesn't matter what media. they would Win by Default. what the fuck is glados gonna do against the squares??? they'd fuck her UP

🌟 - A headcanon about their desires/wishes: i think they'd definitely wanna make up for the mess they made during solstice, even if they don't necessarily have to.

🥇 - A headcanon about what they’re best at: i think they'd be pretty good at reading people and figuring out what's going on in their heads, even if just because they can look into their code.

🍫 - A headcanon about food: they can't do that sorry

🎭 - A headcanon about what they lie about: what do you MEAN of COURSE they know what the problem is with this block of code. they're not STUPID. it's OBVIOUSLY........ uh. shut up

❤️‍🔥 - A romantic headcanon: don't make me think about this.

💄 - An appearance headcanon: i think their appearance is pretty clear!!

🖕 - A headcanon relating to anger: say it with me gang! ✨DEFENSE MECHANISM✨. they may be on the road to recovery but they can still be a little bit of a snarky bitch. as a treat

😺 - An animal related headcanon: THEY PURR. you didn't hear it from me. don't tell them we know

😬 - A headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done: answered here!

😭 - A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them.: i imagine destabilizing knocked them unconscious, so while the world was still running, they were completely unresponsive. this of course lasted until we enter their system at the end.

😶 - A random headcanon!: very conflicted on whether or not they want to see niko again. on one hand, they're still afraid of hurting them, but on the other hand, their company was nice. they're a good kid. they hope they're still thinking about them.

[luna-astro]

Shoto Todoroki as your boyfriend ❤️💙

-very VERY protective of you

-He is dom ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-you help him when his dad makes him mad

-he praises your quirk (get you a Todoroki ✨👁👄👁✨)

-you steal his hoodies lmao

-cuddling after school/hero work

-very kind and caring PLUS a bit romantic

-he helps you like when you help him :)

-dekusquad all the way

-freezes, and burns Mineta when he flirts with you

-after arguments apologizes by buying you all of your favourite things and cuddles+kisses along with it.

-PRAISEEEE LITERALLY SO MUCH PRAISE

-struggles with expressing his emotions, so his love language would probably be words of affirmation or buying things for you

-when chatting (specifically about something you like) he’ll try and remember what your talking about and buy it for you as a gift :)

-you were unexpected lovers, you found him training hard while thinking about his dad and helped him out (bonus points if you have daddy issues or just family issues)

-he LOVES when your wearing something he likes I feel like he likes your legs most and when you wear something like shorts, short skirts, leggings, stockings, etc. he would show you love inside and out ;)

Just like the Denki one, I made this around quarantine 2021 so it was short and didn’t think it would bother me a lot. It just disappointed me of how short I made it lol anyways cya in my other posts stars! -🌙 10/24/22

[suga-kookiemonster]

drabble where you asked Min Yoongi to marry you in his vlive and he said, "Bring the documents" and you actually show up with them

🙃🙃🙃rating⇢ pg

✨masterlist✨

You had always been drawn to Yoongi.

You loved the other members as well, of course. Loved them to pieces, supported them in all their endeavors. But Yoongi was the one who always held your attention.

It had nothing to do with how hot he was—and he was, very much so, but so was literally every other member of Bangtan. No, it was his passion, his mind that had you holding on to every word.

There was truly something about the way he never spoke solely to be heard, like many of the other members. No, when Min Yoongi spoke, it was because he actually had something to say. And it was always something worth hearing, always something that enhanced the world, no matter how small. You always admired that about him, always admired his outlook on life. Admired his drive, his raw musical talent—rapping, composing, the specifics honestly didn’t matter, because the man was talented.

So naturally, you ended up giving him the title of bias on a silver platter. And while you always tried to catch all of the Vlives when you could, his lives tended to be the only ones you actually commented on.

Eat well, you would say. Get lots of rest. During one live, you told him you thought he looked handsome in his leather jacket, and to your delight, he ended up wearing it to the airport the next day. You weren’t delusional, but sometimes it made your day a little brighter to pretend he had seen your message out of thousands and had done that for you.

This live started out just like the others. Yoongi was in his pajamas, trying to read through the quickly accumulating comments. “I love you,” he read, blinking at the screen before looking up at the camera. “Thank you. I’m getting so many comments of love in so many different languages here. Thank you. I miss you. I miss you too,” he answers. “I feel the love from all of you.”

And so it goes, Yoongi taking professions of love in stride, chatting about the making of Seesaw, complaining about how his vision is getting bad, so he can’t read the comments well. Just being his lovable, grumpy, Yoongi self.

But there was also something particularly playful about him tonight.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” He chuckled. “A date? We could. Where should we go?”

And that was probably what made you do it.

Later, after he talked about how his favorite Avenger was Black Panther (an intellectual, you thought dreamily to yourself), you found your fingers dancing across the keys, giddiness swelling in your belly at your uncharacteristic boldness. Your reasoning was, he seemed to be in the right mood to receive silly comments tonight—and it was highly unlikely that he would even see yours before it got swallowed by others. So it was almost with a sense of relief that you hit the enter key. Just happy to get it out in the world, your affection sent in his direction, whether he saw it or not.

Yoongi stared at the screen silently for a few seconds, lips quirking before reading, “Please marry me.”

You froze, shock coursing through your system. Surely this was a coincidence. There was no doubt other fans had written the exact same thing as you, so it couldn’t have possibly been your comment he was reading. You watched as he looked away shyly, a small smile on his face, before he regained eye contact with the camera, a wide smile stretching across his features.

“Bring the documents, QueenYoonji93,” he grinned, and it was like he was staring right at you, even thousands of miles away. Like you had tunnel vision, only able to see the challenge in his eyes, only able to see his gummy smile.

But then he was looking away and moving on to other comments. “Come to Latin America. I really want to go.”

You screamed long and hard into your pillow.

Fast forward, and you had somehow made it here. Here, at a BTS fansign, here, about to be face to face with your favorite band.

With him.

What originally started out as excitement quickly morphed into anxiety as you made your way down the table, doing your best to chat with all the members without projectile vomiting everywhere. Because as nervous as Namjoon’s dimply smile made you, what lay in wait for you further down the table had you quaking in your boots.

At the time, you had thought it was funny. Bring the documents, he had challenged you. So when the universe had decided to somehow let you win the fanmeet lottery, you had taken it as a sign to rise to his challenge. Now that you were here, though, you were realizing just how creepy you could be perceived.

“Yah, I’m right here,” Seokjin whined good-naturedly, waving a hand in front of your face. You jumped, thrown out of your thoughts, and that only made him lean closer to you, grinning and amused. “Is it Taehyungie?” he stage-whispered. “It’s always Taehyungie.”

“I—” The words caught in your throat, so you shook your head in answer, thoroughly embarrassed.

Jin’s mouth formed a surprised O, there only one other possibility left. “Good luck with that,” he winked as the little bell rang, announcing it was time for everyone to move down the line.

Your limbs moved robotically as you shuffled down to the next member. Actively trying not to shit yourself.

Yoongi was impossibly more beautiful in person. He looked a bit tired, purple hair wisping prettily over his glazed-over eyes. But he still gave you his full attention. “Hello,” he said, voice soft but not quiet. You were happy that you were kneeling, because otherwise your knees would be shaking. “I’m Suga.”

He watched you expectantly, and it took a lot of effort to unglue your tongue from the roof of your mouth. “_____,” you squeaked.

“Nice to meet you, _____. Thank you for supporting us.” He reached for your album booklet, and before you realized what was happening (and could chuck it across the room), it was in his hands. And he was opening to the post-it marked with his name.

Oh no. Oh no oh noohnoohno—

Yoongi’s lips quirked at the folded pieces of paper tucked into a specially-chosen photo spread of him. “Ah, what’s this?” he asked teasingly, unfolding the paper and eyes roving its contents curiously.

His smile fell.

“It was a joke!” you babbled desperately. “You said to bring it so I thought it would be funny—”

“You’re QueenYoonji93?” he cut in, eyes widened in surprise.

Your jaw dropped. “…You remember me?!”

“Of course I remember you,” he replied mildly, squinting suspiciously. “But prove you’re them.”

How did he expect you to do that? Did he want you to show him your Vlive login? Security had already taken your phone.

“I…” you shuffled. “Uh…one time I told you your face mask made you look like a Decepticon?”

“Holy shit,” he breathed, staring at you in awe. You stared right back, watching with interest as color began to bloom across his face.

The bell rang, indicating your time was up. Yoongi cleared his throat, dropping his gaze back to the papers in his hand. To your shock, he smoothed the them out and lifted his pen. “You know this isn’t legal unless we’ve got an officiant and witnesses, right?”

“Y-Yeah but—” He was signing it. He was actually signing the marriage registration papers. There was no way. There was absolutely no fucking way, you must have been in the middle of a really vivid dream, or maybe you had done some shrooms and forgotten about it, or maybe—

“It was nice meeting you,” he said quietly, tucking the papers back into your album booklet and handing it all back to you. “Please anticipate the rest of our comeback.”  

“I will,” you replied, flustered, not able to say more as the fan behind you crowded your space and forced you further down the line. Yoongi shot you a few glances before focusing completely on the new fan.

“Hi,” Taehyung smiled at you.

You couldn’t help but grin back.

Later, you realized he hadn’t signed where he was supposed to, but in the margins instead. And below the beautiful script of his signature: kkt hollybolly

[sucuretcannelle]

Here’s a match, if you don’t mind ^^

,,

I’m a straight female, I’m 5’2, I have thick, brown, slightly wavy, shoulder-length hair, and grey green eyes. Campfires, plaid shirts, toques, and pine trees are my✨aesthetic ™ - I’m a quiet person with a quiet voice. I’m awkward, and it takes me a little while to warm up to people, but I’ve been told that I have a calming presence, and that I’m very friendly when you meet me. Although I am pretty cautious and logical by nature, I’m genuinely optimistic and positive. I’m also very, very, physically affectionate, if you let me be. Touch is definitely my “love language”, legit just give me a simple pat on the shoulder, and I’m yours. I feel right at home walking through forested areas, and I bring along jars to catch and release things I find. I have a pretty big passion for wildlife,(especially insects/arachnids I LOVE invertebrates), Bring me a weird living thing, and I’ll tell you everything I know about it. 👍🏻 When inside, I spend a lot of my time curled up somewhere drawing, but when I’m not doing that, I absolutely LOVE to watch horror movies. 100% horror films of any kind, though I do like the oldies/classics and obscure ones.

Characters that are probably a no-go: Senpai: I know nothing about anime culture, and I don’t really get him. But his spirit form is a cool design! ^^ BF: I wish I had a better reason, but I just don’t think I’d really like him..GF can have him 👍🏻 Pico: Again, he just doesn’t seem like someone I’d like to date. Hang out with, sure

Things I struggle with:

I’m an anxious person in general

I kinda hate my brain, I’m self conscious about how badly it processes information. It be kinda nice to have someone to remind me of the positive traits

I’m probably somewhere on the Aspergers or Autism scale, but I have not had that properly diagnosed by a professional yet. Hoping to, once I get my immunizations for Covid

I have a pretty significant fear of medical stuff. The simplest of doctors appointments really stress me out, and I would be extremely grateful if someone came with me for vaccines and stuff like that. I’m also scared of crowds

Quirks: I can swear in many languages

Good at wordplay. I love puns

I have a huge thing for accents, I absolutely love them, and wish I had more of one

Due to being on the short side, I like tall characters. Makes me feel safe/protected

Thank you, and I hope you’re having a wonderful day/night!

I swear this seems familiar

anyway, my top match for you would be Hex!

—Idk why but y'all are just bundles of sunshine

—How you two met is not my problem, but he thought you were cool and you two quickly became friends, and then boom, dating

—He will take all the affection he can get, and he will not complain at all

—But hugging a metal being might not be the most comfortable thing on your end, just,,, be careful

—Omg walking through the forest with him would be an experience

—I'd like to think that he has the ability to yk, search things up cuz he's a computer kinda thing

—So basically you could show him a bug or a plant and he'd easily be able to explain what it was just by seeing it

—OH LETS NOT GET STARTED ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU GUYS WOULD TALK AB IT

—You'd probably have enough knowledge of things like that anyway, so talking about em with it would be fun

—Oh dear, don't watch horror movies with him

—If he could cry, he would

—Also since you're insecure, he would try to cheer you up as soon as you make a degrading comment about yourself

—He doesn't really understand why you're scared of medical stuff, but he does try to get you to calm down when needed

(also, an alternative match for you would be Ruv!)

[jasper-unofficial]

for the ask game... toey! 🙌

damn, y'all decided to really indulge me today and have me write out a million headcanons! well, thank you 🥹

choose a character and ask about my headcanons here, if you like

🏳️‍🌈 a sexuality headcanon

biromantic asexual.

🏳️‍⚧️ a gender headcanon

honestly, he's kind of giving binary trans guy vibes, so let's go with that <3

😇 a headcanon about their religion/lack thereof

very religious, buddhist obviously. can't say any more on that, because i am unfortunately not very knowledgable about buddhism, but yeah.

🧸 a headcanon about their childhood

from the little that we know of his parents, it seems like they accepted the fact that he suddenly decided to study art, which is a good sign. he also seems fairly well-adjusted. but we do know he was bullied at school, which means his nice home life was unfortunately up against his shitty school life, so he has had some bad experiences during his childhood for sure.

👻 a headcanon about what scares them

horror movies! cannot stand them. has nightmares after watching them all the time. psychologically, abandonment, obviously (thanks, q /lh).

🎶 a headcanon about music

post-punk for life, actually.

💤 a headcanon about their sleep

he falls asleep really easily ✨ imagining scenarios ✨

💝 a headcanon about their love language

i think quality time wins with him. just being there, next to q, was enough for him. but also acts of service, because he legit giggled and kicked his feet, when q sharpened his pencils.

🫂 a friendship headcanon

despite his charming and adorable personality, he doesn't make friends that easily. he really only got close with matt organically. otherwise, fang and phum started protecting him first, and he got close to our main friendship group through becoming q's mentee.

💔 an angsty headcanon

he spent a lot of time crying and wondering what he's done wrong after q disappeared :(

🪢 a headcanon about their family

like i mentioned, when i talked about his childhood, i think his parents are really lovely. oh, and he is an only child.

📓 a headcanon about their hobbies

to top off skateboarding and drawing, he gives me gamer vibes.

👗 a headcanon about their clothes

he is giving someone who dresses at a store for skaters but doesn't actually care about fashion that much. he has the familiar baggy jeans and shoes and everything, but they don't feel that intentional.

🔪 a headcanon relating to fighting/violence

just absolutely not a violent person at all.

🌟 a headcanon about their desires/wishes

i don't think he's quite there yet, but paired off with my gaming headcanon, i think he's gonna wanna be something like a concept artist for games and stuff in the future.

🥇 a headcanon about what they’re best at

he's great at art! no questions there! he might not have that immediate natural talent like q, but he's really good and he improves daily.

🍫 a headcanon about food

he loves sweet things. can't live without soda and chocolate and snacks.

🎭 a headcanon about what they lie about

to be honest, despite all the shenanigans, i don't think he is big on lying.

❤️‍🔥 a romantic headcanon

he is a very softly romantic person. i don't think he's huge on any "classic" romantic gestures, none of that restaurants and roses and things. but he is very romantic in the big sense, i'm sure the fact that he has been in love with q this whole time and has been waiting for him is proof enough of that. and he definitely loves their special little romantic quirks, like the sticky notes.

😺 an animal related headcanon

he adores animals of all sorts and qtoey are probably gonna have a whole entire zoo at their home in a couple of years.

😭 a headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them

probably unfortunately q disappearing. all the school stuff is definitely a close second, but i think his sticky note crush just caused that special kind of self-doubt, and no one was in his corner (regarding that particular situation) to support him with what he was going through and convince him he wasn't at fault.

😶 a random headcanon!

he is deeply monogamous or, as i like to call it, delusionally loyal. meaning that even if he was approached by someone, who was interested in him, in that period between q disappearing and them getting close again, he would reject that person, because he was waiting for q.