#I’m not overcompensating with headcanons

[peasack]

I love your work!!! I was wondering if you'd write a teen!reader headcanon for them struggling with mental health, needing help with homework, coming out or getting bullied please? I especially love how you write Ava (she's my favourite character) and you manage to nail the Alexis voice

Absolutely adore this request.

I chose to write about the mental health, since I all of them (obviously) know how to deal with that. But I'll definitely put the other suggestions on my list!

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Mental Health Support Headcanons ✦

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✦ Ava Starr

The quiet protector. Ava’s not the type to talk circles around you or push you to open up. Instead, she watches. She notices the changes in your behaviorthe silence, the distance, the fake smiles and instead of asking a million questions, she simply shows up. She’ll quietly sit next to you, maybe reading or scrolling on her phone, just so you know she’s there without overwhelming you.

Understands isolation deeply. After everything with her phasing, Ava knows what it’s like to feel broken, like you're a burden, like no one could possibly understand. So when you isolate, she doesn’t take it personally. She just leaves a small trail for you to follow when you’re ready a text, a post-it note, a granola bar on your desk. Tiny signs that say you’re not forgotten.

Soft but firm boundaries. If you try to shut her out completely or brush her off with a fake “I’m fine,” Ava will tilt her head at you with this deadpan look and go, “Try again.” Not mean, not angry. Just “I see through you. You’re not fine. But I’ll wait for you to be ready.” She never lets you disappear completely.

Takes you on quiet, low-pressure ‘missions.’ She’ll invite you on drives, walks, or errands that sound boring but feel safe. “Come with me to pick up supplies. No talking necessary.” It’s her way of offering you company without forcing conversation. These small moments help you reconnect to the world without overwhelming you.

Gentle about scars and history. When she finds out about your past or your scars, she doesn’t freak out. She doesn’t lecture. She just softly says, “You’ve survived a lot. You don’t have to survive it alone anymore.” And that’s it. She holds it like a secret you entrusted her with.

Fiercely protective in her own silent way. If anyone triggers you, bullies you, or drags you down—Ava will quietly, ruthlessly remove that threat from your life. No one knows how, but that person suddenly just leaves you alone. Ava doesn’t need credit or thanks. She just protects you. Always.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Not the best with words, but man does he show up. Alexei might not always know what to say, but he makes sure you know you’re not alone. He’ll randomly sit with you, bring you snacks, or drag you into the living room to watch terrible old Soviet movies with him, just to keep you company.

Overcompensates with physical comfort. He’s big on hugs and ruffling your hair, and you get the sense he’s constantly making sure you’re still there, still safe. He’s the kind of guy who will pat your back so hard you almost fall over—but you feel a little better afterward.

Terrible at hiding his concern. He’ll blurt out things like, "You are not allowed to disappear, okay? I will find you. I will find whoever made you sad. I will crush them like beetle."

Secretly keeps an eye on your routines. He notices if you’re skipping meals, missing sleep, or isolating. He’s not subtle—he’ll straight up drag you out of bed and be like, “We are going for silly little walk. It is non-negotiable.”

Panics when you cry. He immediately calls for backup (usually Yelena) like he’s reporting a code red. But he stays. Always. Even when he’s unsure what to do, he refuses to leave your side.

✦ Yelena Belova

The calm-in-a-storm type. When you’re spiraling, Yelena doesn’t flinch. She sits next to you, quietly, like, "Okay. We are sad now. I will be sad with you." She doesn’t try to fix you. She just holds space.

Violently protective of your mental space. If someone at school or even in the team says something that hurts you, she’s on it like a hawk. “Tell me who. I just want to talk.” (She does not just want to talk.)

Talks about her own issues openly. She’ll casually drop lines like, "Yeah, I have bad days too. I usually throw knives to feel better." She tries to normalize it so you never feel broken.

Pulls you into little missions or tasks when you isolate. "Come help me spy on Alexei. It will be fun." It’s her way of reconnecting you with the world.

Terrible with cheesy comfort phrases. Instead, you get blunt affection. "You are not allowed to give up. You are my family. You do not get to leave me. I will be annoying forever, so you must stay to suffer me."

✦ Bucky Barnes

The king of quiet understanding. He never pushes. Never demands you explain. Just sits next to you, offers a cup of tea, and sometimes just says, "I’ve been there. You don’t have to talk, but I get it."

Not great with open emotional convos but will listen all night if you need. He doesn’t always know what advice to give, but he will nod along, let you ramble, and toss in dry little jokes to keep you grounded.

Gives you space but always checks in. Leaves little notes on your door like "I’m making food. You better eat." Or sends you a text: "Still breathing? Cool. Come hang when you’re ready."

Gets quietly, intensely protective if anyone makes you feel worse. He won’t make a scene but will 100% have a quiet, terrifying “chat” with the person responsible.

Teaches you small things to help. Like how to box when you’re angry, or how to breathe when you’re spiraling. He’s the type to hand you coping tools instead of empty comfort.

✦ Bob Reynolds

So, so soft about it. Bob is super emotionally tuned in and probably notices you’re struggling before you say anything. He gets this gentle, concerned tone like, "Hey, kid… you doing okay?"

Overthinks and worries a lot. He’s scared of saying the wrong thing or making you worse, but he wants to help. He’ll sit with you, make you tea, or put on your favorite show just to be near you.

Big on distraction days. He’ll offer to play games, watch movies, even sit and listen to music together, anything to help you breathe and not be stuck in your head.

Sassy comfort. Once you’re closer, he’ll throw in playful sass to make you smile when you’re down. "Look, you’re stuck with me now. Can’t get rid of me. I’m like emotional gum on your shoe."

If you cry in front of him, he crumbles. He holds you so carefully like you might break, and his voice drops to the softest whisper like, "Hey… hey, you’re safe. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you.”

✦ John Walker

Awkward but fiercely loyal. John’s not super in touch with his own emotions, but the moment he sees you’re struggling, he’s locked in. He just… doesn’t always know how to handle it. "You, uh, wanna… I dunno. Wanna hit something? Or get ice cream? Or whatever helps?"

Overprepares. Starts reading up on mental health resources, making checklists in his phone like "Things To Help The Kid When They're Sad" because he genuinely wants to be good at this.

Dad-mode activated. He’ll randomly show up with snacks, your favorite drink, or movie nights without making a big deal out of it. If you try to thank him, he waves it off like, "Don’t worry about it, kid. It’s what I’m here for."

Gets super angry at anyone who hurts you. Like, full-on clenched fists, ready-to-throw-down angry. But he channels it quietly—he just gets very, very protective from a distance.

Awkward comfort, but real. Might pat your back stiffly and mutter, "Look… I might not always get it. But I care about you, okay? You’re family. You’re my kid now. Deal with it."

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Hope this was alright, it's a little more detailed on Ava’s part since, of course, the request was for her.

If you guys have more requests please leave them in my inbox! <3

[brooklynisher]

Sigh…

Just got some new Spine angst thoughts

SIGHHH….

[sokkas-therapist]

Breaking my silence: I think Zuko’s “I’m angry at myself” explosion in The Beach episode was queer coded

*runs away before I can be booed off the stage*

[soullessjack]

i think jack would really really like the whole concept of peace signs

[honeyhaeya]

Hellooo 💕 can you do a headcanon where svt gets insecure about not being enough for their s/o

seventeen getting insecure about not being enough for you

tags / genre: seventeen reactions, seventeen smut, best friend au, seventeen x reader, seventeen as your insecure bf, insecure sex, rough sex, emotional sex, love bites, possessiveness, strong language, deep-seated insecurity, reader reassuring them through intimacy, seventeen headcanons, reader insert, smut warning, romance, warnings: explicit sexual content (smut, NSFW), (light) ANGST, suggestive and mature themes, strong language, rough & desperate sex, emotional intensity, lots of kissing & biting, slight jealousy/possessiveness, mentions of insecurity, heavy emotions, praise kink, overstimulation, crying during sex (soft but overwhelmed) – minors should not interact a/n: all hail anon for pushing this idea in my head. hope anon becomes satified with this sh1t. thankyou for the patience honey, anon. SEVENTEEN: "Baby, you know I'm all YOURS"

S.Coups (Seungcheol) – the overthinker

he keeps it to himself at first because he feels like as a leader (and as your boyfriend), he should be strong and stable.

but he gets quieter around you, more hesitant, like he’s holding back on being affectionate.

eventually, it all comes out when you catch him zoning out and ask what’s wrong.

"i just... sometimes i wonder if i'm giving you enough. if i'm enough for you."

needs you to reassure him with words and physical affection—once he feels safe, he melts into your touch and promises to work through it together.

the next thing you know, you’re pinned beneath him, his broad body caging you in, his cock stretching you wide with each deep, desperate thrust.

his hands are tight on your hips, gripping like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

his forehead presses against yours, breath ragged. “you’re mine, right? tell me—fuck—tell me I’m enough.”

the way he fucks you is possessive, slow at first, but when you start moaning his name, his control snaps.

hhe grunts against your lips, biting down on your shoulder, pounding into you like he’s staking his claim.

when you cry out, tightening around him, his arms lock around you, groaning as he fills you up. “don’t leave me—don’t ever leave me.”

Jeonghan – the fake nonchalant

plays it off like it’s nothing, but you can tell he’s different.

still teases you and acts normal in front of others, but there’s a certain distance in his touch, his words—like he’s afraid of getting too close.

probably tries to push you away before you can leave first.

"you could do better, you know?" he says with that signature smirk, but his eyes don’t match.

the moment you show that you're not going anywhere, he pulls you into the tightest hug and buries his face in your neck.

your back arches against the sheets, jeonghan’s lips trailing down your stomach, his fingers teasing between your thighs before he finally slides inside you, painfully slow.

his kisses are deep, intoxicating, his hands keeping you pressed to the bed.

“you’ll still want me tomorrow, won’t you?” his voice is soft, needy, but his thrusts are deliberate and deep.

he drags it out, making you feel every inch of him, watching you shudder beneath him.

when you whimper his name, his smirk falters—his insecurity creeping in again.

“say it,” he demands, fucking you faster, his nails digging into your thighs. “say you won’t leave me.”

Joshua – the one who tries to overcompensate

starts doing way too much—gifting you things randomly, complimenting you excessively, going out of his way to be the "perfect" boyfriend.

but you can tell it’s coming from a place of fear, not confidence.

he'd rather suffer silently than burden you, but one night, when you hold his hand a little tighter, he sighs and admits: "i just don't want you to wake up one day and realize you deserve better."

needs lots of reassurance and gentle reminders that he is the one you chose, and that’s enough.

this man is always sweet, always careful, but tonight? he’s needy, desperate, fucking you deep and slow, hands tangling with yours as he moans against your lips.

“do i make you feel good?” his voice is rough, his forehead pressed against yours.

he worships your body, trailing kisses along your jaw, biting down on your collarbone.

he lets out a shaky groan when you tighten around him, whispering brokenly: “i want to be enough for you. tell me i’m enough.”

when he comes, it’s messy, emotional, his arms wrapping around you, refusing to let go.

Jun – the overly self-sacrificing One

starts putting your happiness way before his own, to the point where he stops voicing his own needs.

thinks that if he just keeps making you happy, maybe he’ll feel enough.

you notice he stops sharing things about his day, about his problems, and when you confront him, he just smiles and says, "it’s okay, as long as you’re happy."

needs you to remind him that his feelings matter too, and that love isn’t about just making you happy—it’s about both of you being happy together.

he devours you, lips hungry, his thrusts fast and unrelenting, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he slows down.

his fingers dig into your hips, holding you open for him, his lips dragging over your throat.

“i don’t want anyone else touching you,” he confesses, voice dark and rough.

he fucks you deep, watching your reactions, groaning when your nails rake down his back.

his control breaks when you whimper his name—he groans, burying himself deeper, coming undone inside you.

he doesn’t move away, his arms locked around you, whispering: “you’re not tired of me, are you?”

Hoshi (Soonyoung) – the one who tries to distract himself

throws himself into work, practice, anything to keep his mind off of his own thoughts.

becomes extra hyper and affectionate in public, but when you’re alone, he’s quieter, more distant.

you catch him staring at you sometimes, looking at you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

when you finally confront him, he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "i just—i don't know if i can give you everything you deserve. but i want to try."

needs your encouragement and for you to remind him that love isn’t about being perfect—it’s about showing up every day, together.

hoshi’s hands are everywhere, his lips greedy against your skin, his cock slamming into you mercilessly.

“i’ll make you feel so good,” he grits out, hips snapping into yours, sweat dripping down his back.

his fingers are tight on your waist, his breath hot in your ear, “i need you to scream my name.”

when you do, his pace gets rougher, teeth sinking into your shoulder.

he moans against your skin, coming with a shudder, holding you so close it’s suffocating.

afterwards, his voice is barely above a whisper, “tell me i’m the only one.”

Wonwoo – the silent overthinker

won’t say anything, but you’ll feel it in the way he hesitates before holding your hand, in the way he looks at you like he’s questioning whether he’s worthy of you.

starts second-guessing himself, wondering if he’s interesting enough, exciting enough for you.

late one night, he finally whispers: "do i make you happy?"

the way he asks it so softly, so vulnerably, breaks your heart.

needs you to hold him, to tell him how much you love him—not for what he does, but who he is.

he will completely loses himself in you, his body pressed against yours, thrusts deep and slow like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel around him.

“you feel so good,” he rasps, his hands shaking as they grip your thighs.

he kisses you fiercely, swallowing every moan, his pace increasing as he groans your name.

“i don’t deserve you,” he murmurs, voice breaking, but his body tells a different story.

when he finally spills inside you, his arms wrap around you tightly, breath shaky against your neck.

he stays silent for a long time, then softly whispers, “promise me you won’t leave.”

Woozi (Jihoon) – The “I Don’t Want to Talk About It” One

completely shuts down—if you ask what’s wrong, he just shrugs and says "nothing."

starts pouring himself into work even more (which you didn’t think was possible).

he’s afraid of wasting your time—what if you could be happier with someone else?

but one night, when you just sit beside him in the studio, quietly holding his hand, he finally sighs and mumbles: "i’m scared that i can’t give you the kind of love you deserve."

needs you to gently break down his walls and show him that you love him for him, not for what he does.

his hands are firm on your hips, pulling you down onto him over and over, his jaw clenched as he fucks up into you with deep, precise thrusts.

"you could have anyone," he mutters against your lips, voice rough. "why me?"

his movements are desperate but controlled, his fingers digging into your skin as he drags you down harder.

when you whimper his name, his breath shudders, his lips crushing against yours.

"tell me i make you feel good," he demands, his cock hitting deep, making you cry out.

when he comes, he grips your waist so tight it stings, groaning into your neck, holding you close like he’s afraid to let go.

DK (Seokmin) – the one who blames himself

the type to smile through the pain but deep down, he’s struggling.

starts apologizing for everything—even things that don’t need apologies.

"i’m sorry i made you wait," "i’m sorry if i’m too much," "i’m sorry if i—"

until one day, you finally stop him and ask, "why are you apologizing so much?"

that’s when he breaks, admitting that he’s scared of not being enough, of you realizing you deserve better.

needs words of affirmation the most—he needs to hear that he’s enough, that he’s loved.

seokmin’s usual smile is gone, replaced with something raw, desperate, his body pressed flush against yours, thrusting into you with reckless abandon.

"i don’t want to be just your fun best friend," he groans, biting your shoulder, hips slamming into yours.

his hands roam your body, gripping your thighs, pulling you even closer.

when you moan his name, his control snaps, and he fucks you even harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room.

"tell me you see me," he pants, forehead pressed against yours, his thrusts turning messy.

when he comes, it's intense, overwhelming, his arms tightly wrapped around you, muttering against your lips, "i don’t ever want to lose this."

Mingyu – the one who tries too hard to prove himself

becomes extra—tries too hard to impress you, does the most unnecessary things just to make sure you’re happy.

but deep down, he’s scared that you’ll wake up one day and think he’s not enough.

one night, after messing up something small, he snaps at himself—"ugh, i can’t do anything right."

and that is when you realize just how much he’s been struggling.

needs physical affection—lots of hugs, forehead kisses, soft reassurances.

gyu is so needy, so overwhelming, his cock slamming into you, moaning openly as he buries his face in your neck.

his grip is tight on your waist, hips moving frantically, like he needs to claim you.

“you’re mine, right?” his voice is shaky, breathless, thrusts getting sloppier.

the moment you moan his name, he loses it completely, pounding into you harder.

when he comes, it’s deep, desperate, his arms locking around you like you’ll disappear.

“promise me you won’t find someone better.” his voice is so small, you almost don’t hear it.

The8 (Minghao)– the one who withdraws into himself

completely closes off, not because he’s mad, but because he’s overthinking everything.

spends a lot of time alone, trying to work through his thoughts, but the more he overthinks, the worse it gets.

one night, he finally confesses: "sometimes, i feel like i’m not enough for you. like you deserve more."

needs you to remind him that love isn’t about being perfect—it’s about choosing each other, every day.

hao’s fingers are tight around your wrists, pinning them above your head as his cock slides deep inside you, his pace slow, intense, overwhelming.

"do i feel real to you?" he murmurs, voice shaking, his breath hot against your lips.

his thrusts are agonizingly deep, dragging out every inch of pleasure until you're begging for more.

he leans in, biting your lip, his hips snapping forward so suddenly you gasp into his mouth.

"i need to know i’m not just someone who passes through your life," his voice is barely a whisper, but his body screams his desperation.

when he comes, he doesn’t pull out, just holds you so close, his lips trailing over your skin, silently begging you to stay.

Seungkwan – the one who tries to hide It with humor

cracks more jokes than usual, trying to cover up his insecurity.

you notice his laughs don’t reach his eyes the way they usually do.

he’ll probably joke about it first—"bet you’re getting tired of me, huh?"—but if you call him out on it, he gets quiet.

finally, he confesses, "i just don’t want to hold you back."

needs constant reminders that he’s not a burden, that he’s exactly what you want.

seungkwan, he crashes his lips into yours, hands gripping your waist, desperate to drown in your touch as he thrusts into you fast and deep.

"why do you even want me?" his voice breaks, his body shuddering as he pounds into you harder.

his moans are loud, whiny, gasping every time you clench around him.

his fingers tangle in your hair, dragging your head back so he can kiss your throat, your chest, anywhere he can reach.

"do you—fuck—do you actually want me, or am i just convenient?" he groans, his rhythm becoming erratic.

when he finally lets go, his moan is broken, his body collapsing against yours, pressing soft kisses to your temple, whispering, "please don't ever leave me."

Vernon – the deep tthinker

won’t say anything outright, but you’ll notice him staring off into space more, lost in thought.

starts questioning things—whether he’s exciting enough, whether he’s what you really want.

you have to sit him down and make him talk about it.

i just don’t know if I’m what you need."

needs to hear that he is enough, that you love him for exactly who he is.

bonon isn’t loud, he never really was, but when he’s inside you, when you’re wrapped around him so tight, he can’t hold back anymore.

his lips crash into yours, hands pinning you down, hips rolling into you so slow it’s torturous.

“fuck,” he moans, biting his lip, watching you fall apart beneath him.

“i need to feel you,” his voice shakes, his cock pulsing inside you as he presses his forehead against yours.

when he finally spills inside you, his arms are trembling, his breath uneven.

his voice is so quiet, but you hear it: “tell me i’m not imagining this.”

Dino – the young but emotionally mature one

tries to act like he’s fine, but you can tell he’s trying too hard.

eventually, he just says it: "i don’t know if i can give you everything you need."

needs to hear that love isn’t about having everything, but building it together.

his pace is relentless, deep and eager, like he’s determined to prove something, his cock slamming into you over and over until you’re a writhing mess beneath him.

"i can make you feel just as good as anyone else," he pants, pinning your wrists to the bed.

his voice shakes, insecurity leaking through, but his thrusts are unwavering, desperate.

"tell me i’m enough," he practically begs, his breath hot against your ear, his fingers digging into your thighs as he fucks you deeper.

he watches your expression intensely, groaning when you cry out his name, biting down on your shoulder to hold back his moans.

when he comes, he stays inside, pressing his forehead to yours, voice soft and pleading— "don’t ever see me as less."

[fear-is-truth]

wow i love the way you write nam-gyu! would you mind writing his attempt to make things right if he was given a second chance in a relationship? I’m basing this off of your last post with him where you said if he was given a second chance he would at least genuinely try. Have a great day! ❤️

NAM-GYU ❝ TRYING ❞ TO BE A GOOD BOYFRIEND. . .

content — gn!reader ・nam-gyu is still toxic & overall a shitty boyfriend・headcanons

a/n — i love this horrid man.

he starts overcompensating in small, almost pitiful ways. buying you gifts you didn’t ask for, running errands he wouldn’t have done before, doing the dishes without being asked. it’s as though he thinks he can earn your forgiveness through sheer persistence.

and it works because the bar is so low to begin with, it’s practically a tripping hazard in hell.

he’s not above love-bombing if it means keeping you. but it’s not entirely manipulative—there’s a small part of him that genuinely believes he can be better, even if he doesn’t know what that looks like.

he doesn’t like when you talk about the breakup. he’ll deflect, change the subject, or turn it into a joke. the idea of revisiting that time makes him feel pathetic, and he absolutely hates that.

keeps asking you if you’re happy. the question comes out of nowhere—he needs constant reassurance, like your happiness is the only proof he has that he’s not screwing this up again.

no matter how much he wants to try and fix things, he can’t completely shake the bitterness. deep down, he hates being the one begging for forgiveness. sometimes it slips out in muttered comments or passive-aggressive digs when he feels like he’s not being appreciated enough for trying.

gets this haunted look when you mention any moment from the time you were apart. it doesn’t matter if it’s innocent or unrelated to him—he’ll start overthinking it. where were you? who were you with?

paranoid about losing you again, and it shows in the way he checks your phone, asks too many questions about where you’ve been, or sulks when you spend time with other people.

if you call him out, he’ll switch gears fast. nam-gyu knows exactly what to say to deflect blame or make you second-guess your own feelings. he’s silver-tongued in a way that makes you want to forgive him, even when you know you probably shouldn’t.

despite his efforts, nam-gyu has a habit of reverting to old patterns. he gets frustrated when things don’t improve immediately and lashes out verbally. but as soon as he sees your hurt expression, he’s quick to backtrack, softening his tone and apologising—but the authenticity is up for debate.

there are sporadic bursts of effort. maybe he remembers a small detail you mentioned in passing and surprises you with it, or he takes you somewhere meaningful to “start fresh.” these moments feel real because, for a fleeting second, they are. but they’re often short-lived, drowned out by his issues.

he tries to hold back when you fight, but sometimes he just slips. the venom comes out before he can stop it, and the second he sees your face fall, he’s begging for forgiveness. the cycle exhausts you both.

tries to make up for his outbursts with affection. his hands are always on you—your waist, your wrist, the back of your neck. sure it’s possessive, but there’s a desperation to it too, because he’s trying to prove he still has a right to touch you.

there’s a subtle change in the way he looks at you now. before, there was always the arrogance of knowing you’d stick around no matter what. now, he’s bracing himself for the moment you’ll tell him it’s over for good.

he convinces himself that as long as you’re still there, things can get better. even if he doesn’t fully believe in his own ability to change, he holds onto the idea that you believe in him. it’s a crutch, one that keeps him from truly taking accountability but also keeps him trying—and he is. but there’s also a part of him that still believes he can’t fully change, that this is just who he is, and it’s up to you to decide if you can live with it.

[canidaefello]

Requested by @merry-andrews

‼️⚠️: NSFW 18+, possessive behavior, stalking

Homelander breakup headcanons:

He downed so many milkshakes and tubs of ice cream when you broke up with him, sitting in front of the tv and crying.

Homelander keeps trying to get your attention, to ignoring you in hopes of making you upset. One day he’ll deliver a bouquet of flowers and Im Sorry cards to your door, then nothing, then more gifts.

He told the public it was him who broke up with you, that he just felt you were incompatible to his lifestyle.

He makes you feel like you live in a psychological horror movie. You know you’re being watched, he’s sent you texts complimenting what you’re wearing that day.

Speaking of texts, he bombarded you with text after text and missed calls, varying from: “Please come home, I’m sorry, I’m not mad, I still love you, answer my calls” to “You fucking bitch, no one breaks up with me, pick up the fucking phone.”

You can hear his voice trembling in his voicemails, he’s left countless by now. You blocked him and changed your number, but it’s useless.

He scrolls through your social media grumbling to himself, distracted during meetings.

He still has a framed photo of you by his bedside. He keeps memorabilia of you along with Madelyn and Stormfront in his drawer.

He rebounds and tries to date a new supe, he makes it very public and overcompensates with all the forced happiness. But he very much doesn’t love her, he’s only hoping you’ll get jealous. And yes, he thinks of you while he fucks her.

You made the mistake of trying to move on and see another man, Homelander corrects this swiftly and your new boyfriend ends up missing.

He makes a habit of mutilating and/or murdering all your other exes and hookups.

In his free time, he watches you in your home. He sometimes lays next to you in bed and watches you, he’s gone before you’re awake.

He sneaks into your home to steal clothing, he loves to smell it while he’s in bed and pretend you’re still there.

Has came more times than he can count while watching you pleasure yourself, he pretends he’s the dildo you’re using. He’s tried to taste you on the dildo while you were gone, since he’s too stubborn to be the first one asking to hook up again.

He vents angrily to anyone in The Seven who will listen (and didn’t ask), then ask for advice on how to win you over.

He orchestrates you getting mugged so he can swoop in and save you like the hero he is, you almost fall for it til he goes “wanna head back to the tower for a drink?” He’s surprised and acts dumb when you get mad.

He’ll try again next time by putting a shooter or robber into your workplace, then you’ll have to see just how great he is.

[kawaiiwritingcomputer]

sonic characters when they have a crush on you || headcanons

Sonic 🍄

Sonic is the “doesn’t make it too obvious” king of guy. You give him something, he takes it with grace and a simple thank you and nothing more but behind closed doors he admires it. He holds everything and anything you give him or do for him dearly. His love language is gift giving but makes it seem like it was nothing.

“Oh yeah this old thing? No worries, just had to get rid of it anyway.” Meanwhile he totally thought of you and what you had mentioned. He’s the kind of hedgehog that can’t go too long without your attention without feeling weirdly huffy but refuses to admit he had a crush on you!

“Has anyone seen (Y/N)? I’m gonna go check on them.” Yeah. He totally doesn’t have a crush.

Tails 🍄

Tails makes his crush totally obvious. He’s inventing you things saying you might need them. Tails explain it thoroughly so you’re always well equipped and know what to do! He’s always looking for you everywhere just in case… Just in case what? Well, for just in case. Tails gets a little nervous that you might not like him back so he tries to overcompensate as a true friend! He’s so easy to fluster. He laughs at everything you say! Even if it’s not funny sometimes. Tails listens to every detail of your life and closely pays attention. Tails loves you so much to the point he’ll create anything for you!

Knuckles 🪼

The echidna will treat you with the respect he gives any other, overall being a kind person. He wouldn’t know what do to with himself, caught in your flames of love. He thinks of you often, yearning to have you in a hug. He’s so strong,, but not strong enough to deny these feelings. He is bad with hints, and to be honest he’s rather blunt.

“Y/N, here are these flowers I picked for you; and also some grapes! I think you are beautiful/attractive, and I would like to court you on a date!” He’s so serious, it’s very silly but you think it’s endearing and sweet. He’ll try to impress you and make a fool out of himself, eventually winning you over in the end because he’s such a silly cute guy and he makes you laugh.

shadow 🪼

He pretends like his feelings don’t exist, for as long as he can stand it. Damn, you’re just so cute, doing your own thing and enjoying every moment of it. You’ll try to drag him along somewhere for fun, and he’ll pretend he hates it but he’s loving every minute with you. He doesn’t make eye contact with you and he seems to be blushing a lot. He’ll only start to open up to you in private moments.

Shadow will show you small physical affections, like an awkward hug or simply trying to hold your hand. If you seem even a little bit off he will pull away, fearing you may think of him as a monster. You’ll have to reassure him yourself and make some of your own moves. “You don’t think I’m,,, dangerous?” He’s scared of hurting you, he doesn’t want to lose something he loves,, have it ripped away from him again.

silver 🍄

Oh Silver. He’s so awkward and shy! He can conversate for sure but if you show too much interest with your pretty eyes he starts to shut down. Silver practically melts but tells himself he must keep strong. He doesn’t want to look weak to you. He has everything under control! Including his crush on you… Or so he thinks. He yaps about the future and his special interests to you. Silver isn’t a show off kind of guy but if he thinks something will impress you, he’ll try to impress you for sure! Even if it embarrasses himself. Anything to hear you laugh!

scourge 🪼

Scourge always gets what he wants, even if he has to take it. From the moment he set his eyes on you, he wasn’t gonna give up. He had to have you. You would look so good as royalty by his side, sitting atop a throne. He would shower you with gifts, anything even stuff you wouldn’t care for. You may be flattered, but he’s a bad boy. He’s trouble, a straight up red flag that’s erratically waving!! He would make any comment he could about you, often really lewd stuff. Obviously staring at you from beneath those flashy sunglasses. He does have a hidden gentlemanly vibe on the inside, though, when he’s fallen into your trap instead. He’s like a moth to a flame fr.

“Have anything ya want from me, please, just take my heart already! I can’t stand it, someone like you lookin’ so good, you should be mine! Come on, I ain’t as bad as everyone says!” His huge fanged grin says otherwise, but at least he’s trying to be honest about his feelings. You get to be royalty, and he may not seem like it but Scourge is a very loyal partner to you.

amy 🍄

Amy is sooo obvious about her crush with you. She’s daydream scenarios and sighing dreamily to herself. You can always feel her eyes on you, and even feel her smile from miles away. Amy reads her tarot cards about you weekly to see when the perfect day to confess is but she gets nervous. What if it ruins the friendship? She can’t stand the thought of not being anything at all! Amy makes you home made gifts as a token of her love. You say you want new earrings? She’s on it! You saw a cute blanket? She’s knitting away! You would have to be blind to not see her crush. Will you accept her feelings?

rouge 🍄

Rouge is hot and cold with you. Is she being nice or is she flirting? Is she being mean or is shy flirting? She’s also very touchy, in a sly innocent way. If you questioned her, she would just shrug innocently. “Ya had something on ya, I was just trying to help.” Rouges love language can be hard to pinpoint. She comes and goes when she pleases but she always makes sure to talk to you. She doesn’t gift you anything because she doesn’t buy anything but she might steal you something. Rouge is playing the long game with you, slowly working her way into your life completely. She just thinks it’s cute watching you get flustered.

sticks 🪼

Sticks is attached to you in an endearing way, and she likes to talk a lot, so hopefully you can keep up with her. She’s not a prize to be won, you have to earn her respect and show her comfort before trust. She’s been through a lot,, and will be glad to have someone to finally talk to and lean on! She would make you primitive looking gifts, or go hunting to bring you something. She feels like she needs to give you something to represent her feelings.

She is quite flirtatious, and it could be confused with her also just being friendly- because she talks without thinking a lot. She makes compliments on your appearance, offers to show you new things, and tends to be kinda handsy. “You n me get along so good, we might as well become partners!” She would remark, hoping you’ll get her hints.

blaze 🍄

Blaze is direct. She befriends you and talks to you a lot. She goes out of her to see you then will go see others. You’re like a soft and safe place for her. She’s got a cool exterior and she feels like when she’s with you, it can be dropped. She knows she can be quiet or talkative around you and you’ll gladly just show up for her. Her love language is quality time and sharing things!

belle 🪼

First thing about Belle, she’s gonna stand up for you in all situations. She is very reliable, and also super intelligent and interesting. She’s so cute, she would love having your company,, someone to chat with while fixing up inventions. She longs for a partnership, and a bond where she doesn’t get hurt in the end. She’s a little shy when it comes to her crush on you,, and you’ll notice she’ll be more nervous and blushy, words don’t seem to come out right and she’s scared of messing up!!

When it comes to how Belle would confess, she would try to make it fantasy line for you. A beautiful environment to look upon, stars in the sky, and she would make you something related to your interests as a gift,, to show you she cares and she has a heart even if she is made of wood and other materials. She would protect you with all of her power, and always try to keep you happy.

bonus: robotnik

What?! Feelings?? Ivo has never felt such things, in fact he would rather laugh!! There is no feeling, only knowing, he claims to believe, and being deemed as unwanted all of his life has only driven these thoughts in harder. In truth he’s honestly scared of emotion,, he doesn’t like the way things can hurt him,, he doesn’t like to care. Vengeance against that hedgehog and his friend is his motivation…. At least until you came along.

There had never been any processing,, if there was room for love in his life. He’d try to calculate it into his plans,, but such an unforeseen situation would have his mind scattered. He’s a lil stressed about it, and may give you harsher conditions to try and push it all away- but he realizes he feels bad about it. Remorseful, he’s gonna apologize to you and try to set you free, you’re better off without him. If you try to stay— well he wouldn’t know what to do, but would blindly accept the situation, and fess up to you. He will always put you first and would never judge you. He never realized before how badly he craves touch,, and someone to love.

[solxamber]

i love your writing style smmm so could i request headcanons for ace (or any other charas if youd like ^^) reacting to a fem reader who usually wears really baggy outfits to hide the fact that theyre a girl and just generally doesnt really care too much if she looks presentable, suddenly getting dragged away and all dolled up because vil or someone sees their potential or just hates seeing them all disheveled. Would be really funny to see reader wearing clothes that shouldnt suit their usual messy but wearing clothes catered to their right gender just somehow compliments them in every way (maybe a little like haruhi from ouran lol)

Ace, Deuce reacting to a Glow Up

a/n: added deuce cause i can't separate adeuce, sorry for the long wait, i hope you like it <3

Ace Trappola

Ace isn’t the type to pay attention to small details, but when he sees you walking into the cafeteria all dolled up, he practically chokes on his drink. He does an actual spit-take, earning glares from everyone around him.

“Wait, what the—THAT’S the prefect?! No way! Did Vil brainwash you or something?”

True to form, Ace masks his flustered reaction with relentless teasing.

“Whoa, are you trying to get someone’s attention or what? Who’s the lucky guy, huh?”

But deep down, his brain is screaming, Oh no. They’re way too cute. Abort mission.

He cannot stop staring. He thinks he’s being subtle, but he’s absolutely not. Every time you look up, you catch him gawking at you from across the room. When you call him out on it, he quickly looks away and mutters, “W-What? No, I wasn’t staring. You’re imagining things.”

Ace keeps slipping up and saying things he doesn’t mean to out loud.

“I mean, you look… uh, decent, I guess.”

Five minutes later: “Okay, fine, you look great, but don’t let it go to your head!”

If anyone else compliments you, Ace suddenly gets super competitive.

“Oh, sure, they look good, but it’s not like that big of a deal. I mean, I’ve seen them in worse.”

He’s secretly seething every time someone even glances your way, but he plays it off with his usual cocky attitude.

He also starts overcompensating. Ace starts trying to act cooler around you to match your new look, which inevitably backfires. He’ll lean casually against a wall, trip over his own feet, and then pretend it didn’t happen.

“Yeah, uh… totally meant to do that. Just testing the floor’s stability.”

Despite all the teasing, Ace can’t help but soften a bit. He starts doing little things, like carrying your books or offering to help you with classwork (even though he’s probably worse at it than you are).

“What? I’m just being nice. Don’t read into it, okay?”

If you thank him or genuinely compliment him in return, Ace loses all composure.

“Y-Yeah, well, don’t get used to it! I’m not your servant or anything!”

Later, when he’s with Deuce and Grim, he won’t stop bringing up how “weird” it is to see you like this.

“It’s not that I care or anything, but like… did you see them? Who knew they could clean up like that? Crazy, right?”

Deuce, who has caught on, just side-eyes him. “Dude, you’re obsessed.”

One day, while you’re back in your baggy clothes, Ace blurts out:

“You know, you looked good all dressed up, but you’re fine like this too… Not like I care or anything!”

His face turns bright red, and he immediately backtracks, leaving you laughing at his expense.

In the Long Term:

He continues teasing you, but it’s lighter and less frequent, like he’s trying to cover up how much he actually liked seeing this new side of you.

Eventually, Ace becomes oddly protective of you when Vil tries to drag you off for another makeover. “Hey, leave them alone! They’re fine the way they are!”

He’ll never outright admit it, but your glow-up has him reevaluating his feelings—and now he’s in even deeper than before.

Deuce Spade

Deuce sees you walk into the cafeteria, and his entire brain just shuts down. He stops mid-bite of his lunch, fork suspended in the air, staring at you like he’s just seen a ghost.

“...Is that… the prefect?” he whispers, nearly dropping his plate.

Deuce attempts to act normal, but he’s about as subtle as a brick through a window.

“Oh, hey! You, uh, look different. I mean, not in a bad way! Like, uh, good different! Wait, not that you didn’t look good before! I mean—uh…”

Cue him tripping over his own feet while trying to keep up with you.

He genuinely believes Vil might’ve forced you into this makeover.

“Are you okay? Did Vil threaten you or something? Blink twice if you need help!”

When you laugh and explain it was more or less voluntary, Deuce blushes furiously and mutters, “Oh. Well, um… you look really nice.”

When other students start complimenting you, Deuce doesn’t know how to feel. On one hand, he’s proud that everyone is noticing how amazing you are. On the other, he’s irrationally annoyed by how much attention you’re getting.

“Yeah, yeah, they look great, okay? You don’t have to keep saying it!”

If anyone gets too bold with their compliments or tries to flirt with you, Deuce is immediately stepping in.

“Hey, back off! They don’t need your input!”

You have to gently remind him that people are just being nice.

No matter how hard he tries, Deuce keeps sneaking glances at you. When you catch him, he looks away so fast he almost gives himself whiplash.

“I wasn’t staring! I just… thought I saw something behind you!”

Deuce isn’t the smoothest when it comes to expressing his feelings, but he tries his best.

“You… you look amazing. Not that you didn’t before! But, uh, this is, like��� wow. I’m gonna stop talking now.”

While Ace might tease you about your glow-up, Deuce’s first thought is whether or not you’re okay with all the attention.

"If you’re feeling uncomfortable or anything, just let me know, okay? I’ll tell everyone to back off.”

Deuce starts doing little things to make you smile, like grabbing extra napkins for you at lunch or awkwardly trying to help carry your things. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it half the time.

Later that night, Deuce vents to Epel, pacing around the room.

“I mean, they’ve always been great, but now they look so… I don’t know! It’s distracting! What am I supposed to do, Epel?!”

Epel, munching on snacks, just rolls his eyes. “Wow, you’re hopeless.”

One day, when you’re back to your usual baggy clothes, Deuce finally works up the courage to say something genuine.

“You know, I thought you looked amazing all dressed up, but honestly? You don’t need all that. You’re already perfect the way you are.”

He says it so earnestly that you can’t help but smile, and his face immediately turns bright red. “I-I mean, uh, not perfect! I just—uh, never mind!”

In the Long Term:

Deuce continues to be your biggest supporter, quietly cheering you on from the sidelines while trying not to make his feelings too obvious.

He’s protective in the sweetest way, always ready to step in if Vil pushes you too hard or if anyone makes you uncomfortable.

Every once in a while, he’ll bring up how great you looked during your glow-up, but it’s always with a shy smile and a soft tone. It’s clear he liked it, but he also thinks you’re amazing just as you are.

Over time, Deuce starts to realize just how much he cares for you, and your glow-up only solidified what he was already feeling.

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i didn't focus on the gender much but if that part is important let me know

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ studying for finals .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆First Years x gn! reader

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ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

In honor of finishing my finals hehe >< Second Years and Third Years coming up next! feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

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Studying with Ace is chaotic, but somehow... productive? He swings between cracking jokes and randomly pulling out a surprisingly solid explanation of a spell or formula.

You usually end up sprawled out on the floor of his room with snacks between you and books open in every direction.

He pretends to be nonchalant about it, but he keeps glancing over to make sure you’re understanding stuff. He wants to be helpful, even if he acts like it’s just for fun.

“Look, I ain’t saying I’m a genius or anything, but that explanation? Kinda smooth, right?”

If he sees you stressed, he changes the topic for a moment—makes you laugh, tosses you a candy, anything to lift your spirits before going back to studying.

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Deuce takes your study session very seriously. He shows up ten minutes early, with color-coded notes and homemade flashcards.

He’s worried he’s not doing enough, so he overcompensates with effort. But with you beside him, he actually relaxes a bit.

When you compliment his notes or say you understand better because of him, he just freezes and then blushes.

“I—I’m glad it helped! I wasn’t sure if I explained it right... but thanks!”

He’ll gently correct your mistakes without making you feel dumb. And if you’re ever discouraged, he’s quick to say:

“We’ll both pass. No question about it.”

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Jack prefers studying in the fresh air, so you usually meet him under a tree behind the dorms or in a quiet courtyard.

He doesn’t talk much at first—just studies beside you, occasionally answering your questions in his calm, straightforward way.

But once he notices you struggling with something, he patiently walks you through it, never once making you feel bad.

And if you do well? He gives you the rarest thing: a proud smile.

“Told you you’d get it. You just needed a little push.”

He’s attentive in quiet ways—making sure you’re hydrated, suggesting breaks when you look tired, and making space for you to rest against his shoulder if you nod off.

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You and Epel usually study at Ramshackle because he says Pomefiore is “too stuffy” for his taste. He stretches out on the floor or slouches upside-down on your bed while quizzing you.

He fidgets when he’s bored—tosses pencils, messes with your hair, or doodles—but the moment the subject is something he likes (like Flight or anything Physical Education related), he lights up.

If you praise him, he gets all red-eared and bashful:

“Wha—? I-I ain’t that good or nothin’! Just paid attention that day, I guess…”

If he sees you getting overwhelmed, he pauses and offers a quick grin:

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. It’s not like Trein’s gonna turn us into toads if we miss one answer. Probably.”

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Sebek treats your study session like a royal mission. He insists on structure: reviewing vocabulary, reciting theories, and pacing the floor with a textbook in hand.

He’s intense, but deeply invested in your success. If you get something wrong, he corrects you immediately, but always circles back to make sure you truly understand.

“You must be precise! But… if you do not understand, I shall explain again. Pay attention!”

When you do succeed, though? His proud expression is borderline dramatic.

“EXCELLENT! You’re finally starting to think like a proper scholar!”

And if you thank him for his help, he gets awkward for a second before nodding, slightly flushed.

“Tch… It is only natural to assist a companion in need.”

[bvrnesher]

Jealous!Leo headcanons. NSFW or SFW

❝ Jealous headcanons ! ❞ ― leo valdez!

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warnings: nsfw/sfw content.

— ✦ pairing: leo valdez ! reader.

a/n: I decided to make both nsfw and sfw. hope you like it ! ��� + I opted more for my perception of Leo than for the concept of "jealousy" in general.

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Leo’s jealousy doesn’t explode—it festers. He’ll act chill, crack jokes, make a snarky comment about the way that son of Hermes looked at you. But that night? He can’t stop thinking about it. Obsessing. Touching himself with his jaw clenched, whispering your name like a curse, trying to come hard enough to forget that someone else might get to touch you.

He needs to make you laugh when he’s jealous. It’s his only weapon. He’s insecure as hell about being the “funny one,” the guy you hang out with, not the one you fuck. So he flirts harder. Tries to make you smile until your eyes crinkle. And if you kiss him mid-laugh, straddle his lap and grind down until he’s gasping? That’s when he finally believes you want him—and only him.

Sex with jealous Leo is desperate, uncoordinated, raw. Clothes half-on. Hands in the wrong places. He’s shaking while he fucks into you like he’s trying to stake a claim. Voice breaking. “Please don’t leave me. Please.” You cup his cheeks, tell him “I’m right here,” and he comes just from that. Doesn’t even last a full minute. He buries his face in your chest and begs for another chance to make you feel good.

He cries during sex sometimes—quietly, shakily. Not every time. Just when he’s been stewing in the fear. When someone else flirts with you and it confirms every worst thing he thinks about himself. When you whisper “You’re mine” while riding him and it breaks him. He gasps. Chokes on a sob. “Gods, I love you—I’m so scared you’re gonna find someone better—” And you shut him up with your mouth. With your body. You fuck the doubt out of him.

He never thinks he’s enough, so he overcompensates. Tries to finger you just right. Goes down on you like he’s solving a mechanical problem—what makes you twitch, what makes you moan, what makes you say his name like it’s gospel. And when you come on his tongue? He smiles through tears. Because he made you feel good. He did something right.

Leo’s obsessed with praise. Not praise for his jokes. Not even for his skills. Praise for him. Whisper “You’re so good to me” while you ride him, and he’s gone. Gone. Fingernails in your hips. “Say it again.” You stroke his curls and tell him he’s perfect and he comes so hard he forgets where he is. Because you saw him. You chose him.

After sex, he clings. He doesn’t even mean to. You’re catching your breath and suddenly he’s curled around you, face in your neck, fingers tracing circles on your back like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. You run your hands through his hair and he mumbles, half-asleep, “I’d burn down the world if it meant you’d stay.”

Leo gets physically sick when he thinks you might leave. The first time someone else touched your arm too long? He laughed it off. Said something dumb, bit his tongue. But when he got back to Bunker 9 alone? He threw up. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t focus. He fisted his cock in the shower and cried when he came, whispering your name like a spell, like a prayer, like maybe it would keep you tethered to him.

His jealousy makes him reckless in bed. He doesn’t know how to be chill. He’s biting your neck too hard, rutting into you with a desperation that makes your thighs ache. He keeps saying “Mine” under his breath like a chant, like he’s trying to curse you with it. “Say it,” he hisses, teeth on your shoulder. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me no one else gets this.”

He makes things with your name on them. A little brand. A stylized, hidden engraving on his tools, on his gloves, on the buttons of his jumpsuit. A ring with your name carved inside the band. He won’t say a word about it unless you ask—but when you do? His voice breaks. “I just… I needed something that made it real.”

He’s a switch, but his jealousy flips a switch in you. You grab his wrists. Push him onto the worktable. He stutters. Gasps. “Wait, I thought—” But when you ride him with your hand gripping his jaw, whispering “Don’t even think about anyone else touching me,” he shatters. Comes deep and hard with his mouth open, eyes wide, begging for you to do it again.

He jerks off to the memory of you marking him. Scratches down his back. A bite just under his jaw where people can almost see it. One time, you called him pretty boy while you were riding him—and he still dreams about it. Wakes up with sticky boxers, whimpering and guilty and so in love with the way you ruin him.

Jealous Leo is mouthy during sex. But not cocky—panicked. “You’re so hot—please—please don’t leave me—fuck, no one gets to see you like this, right? Just me? Just me, baby, c’mon—please—” He’s shaking when he comes. Buried deep. Gasping into your neck. He needs the closeness like oxygen.

Sometimes he goes quiet afterward. Just lays there holding you, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling like he’s counting how many ways he could mess it up. You ask him what’s wrong and he just kisses your forehead. Says, “Nothing. I just… I don’t know how I got lucky enough to have you.”

He’ll never forgive himself if he hurts you. If his jealousy makes you cry, if he snaps and says something cruel—he shuts down. Fully spirals. Doesn’t talk for hours. Builds half a dozen machines trying to distract himself. And later, he gets on his knees in front of you, palms open, eyes wet. “I’ll never be perfect. But I’ll always come back to you. Please… let me make it right.”

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He laughs it off… at first. If someone’s flirting with you, Leo’s immediate response is humor. He’ll crack a joke, nudge your side, maybe say something like, “Wow, I didn’t realize I had competition today.” But his eyes are watching closely—too closely—for someone who claims he’s totally chill.

But his smile never quite reaches his eyes. You know that Leo can light up a room when he’s happy—but when he’s jealous, there’s this flicker of doubt behind his grin. It’s not dramatic, not obvious. Just a slightly too-tight laugh, a sarcastic edge to his jokes. And the way he holds your hand a little tighter, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

His insecurity bubbles beneath the surface. Leo’s smart. He knows when someone’s checking you out. And no matter how much you love him, there's a voice in the back of his head whispering “They’re better than you. Cooler. Less broken.” He doesn’t say it out loud—but it lingers in the way he avoids your gaze after.

He gets fidgety when he's jealous. Playing with his tools, spinning a screwdriver between his fingers, clicking his pen over and over. It’s subtle, but his nervous energy ramps up when he feels threatened. He’ll start working on some random project just to keep his hands busy—and his thoughts in check.

He pulls you closer. Not in a possessive way, but a quiet reassurance kind of way. An arm slung over your shoulder. His fingers brushing yours until you're holding hands. His knee bumping into yours beneath the table. He doesn't say "you're mine," but he doesn't have to. His touch says it all.

He overcompensates with affection. Extra compliments. Silly flirting. Dumb pick-up lines. He’s laying it on thick—not because he thinks you need reminding, but because he does. If someone else is making you smile, Leo needs to prove he can make you smile more.

He won’t start a fight—but he’ll remember. Leo doesn’t get angry easily, but if someone crosses a line, it sticks with him. He’ll joke about it days later—“Remember that guy who was two seconds away from getting roasted by my flamethrower? Good times.” And you’re never sure if he’s entirely kidding.

When you reassure him, he melts. A kiss on his cheek. A hand in his curls. Telling him “Hey, you don’t have to compete. You already win.” It destroys him in the best way. He’ll blink fast, then grin like the sun just came out. And suddenly he’s leaning into you like gravity doesn’t work unless you're touching.

He’s fiercely loyal. Jealousy doesn't come from possessiveness—it comes from fear of loss. Leo loves hard. And when he finds someone who sees him—really sees him—he’ll do anything to hold on. Even if that means quietly battling his demons with a wrench in one hand and your heart in the other.

He tries to act unbothered… and totally fails. Leo’s first defense is pretending like he doesn’t notice. He’ll joke, mess with his tools, or suddenly get very interested in something else. But then he starts mumbling under his breath, tossing out little comments like, “Oh, wow, that guy sure talks a lot, huh?” or “Wonder how long it takes to build a personality from scratch.”

His pride gets a little bruised. Leo’s not cocky, but he’s proud of being the funny, clever one. If someone else makes you laugh in a way that rattles him—especially if it’s someone taller, buffer, more “heroic” in the traditional sense—he shuts down just a little. You’ll notice the quiet pause in conversation, the way his knee bounces, the silence between punchlines.

He becomes hyperaware of you. Where you’re looking. Who you’re standing close to. If someone’s hand brushes yours. He starts watching all of it without realizing, his jaw ticking subtly, like he’s working through a problem he knows he shouldn’t be bothered by—but is.

He’ll do dumb, adorable things to get your attention back. Like dramatically pretending to electrocute himself in Bunker 9. Or building you a tiny robot that throws heart-shaped sparks. Or randomly picking you up bridal-style and spinning you in a circle while yelling, “Best girlfriend ever! Science confirmed!”

He won’t say “I’m jealous.” He’ll say, “Do you even like me like that?” Leo’s jealousy doesn’t come out in confrontation—it seeps out in insecurity. He’s not possessive. He’s just scared. Afraid he’s too much, or not enough. If he’s quiet for too long, it’s because that little voice is whispering, They’re better. Why would they stay with someone like you?

Physical affection helps him come back to himself. If you notice he’s spiraling—if his jokes are a little too sharp, or he keeps pulling away—grab his hand. Kiss his cheek. Bury your fingers in his curls and tell him, “Hey, I’m right here.” That’s all it takes. He exhales like he’s been holding his breath for hours.

He loves when you get possessive for him. If you slide your arm around him, or lean into him when someone else is being too flirty? He melts. His eyes go soft, his voice goes quiet, and for once, he doesn’t make a joke. He just murmurs, “You picked me,” like it’s the wildest miracle in the world.

He builds when he’s upset. Jealous Leo? Bunker 9 becomes loud. Metal clanking, gears spinning, music blasting. He channels it all into invention—sometimes messy, sometimes brilliant, always a little bit sad. If you come in and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, you’ll feel the tension leave his body immediately.

He doesn’t need revenge—he just needs you. You being steady. You choosing him, over and over again. You telling him he’s enough. That’s all it takes to dissolve the storm behind his eyes and bring back your boy.

[itoshiierae]

HELLO!!! I hope you’re well 😊 May I request for headcanons of Hiori Yo when he gets jealous 🥹🥹

ᡣ𐭩 notes: had the sudden realization that i’ve never written hiori here before sooo this one’s lowkey long overdue 😩🩵

⭑ ⋆.˚ HE TURNS COLD, BUT SAYS NOTHING .𖥔˚

when another guy gets too friendly with you, hiori won’t say a word. but you’ll feel it in how his gaze lingers a second too long on the guy before flicking away. his voice stays gentle, but the usual warmth behind it disappears and suddenly it feels like you’re speaking to a version of him that’s just a little more closed off than usual.

⭑ ⋆.˚ PULLS YOU CLOSER, ALMOST ABSENTMINDEDLY .𖥔˚

you might not even notice it at first. the way his fingers wrap around your wrist a bit tighter, or how he positions himself just slightly in front of you when someone else made you laugh. it’s a quiet kind of claim. he’s not just jealous, he’s worried that if he gives too much space someone might try to take you away from him.

⭑ ⋆.˚ JEALOUSY BURIED UNDER HIS PRIDE .𖥔˚

“i’m not jealous,” he lies, eyes glued straight to the ground, though his tone betrays more than he means to. you’ll have to ask him twice, or maybe even three times. then finally, he mumbles it, almost like he hopes you won’t hear: “…i just didn’t like the way he looked at you.”

⭑ ⋆.˚ ACTING UNBOTHERED BUT HIS INTERNAL THOUGHTS SPIRAL .𖥔˚

he wants to trust you and he does. but that doesn’t stop his own thoughts from turning against him. cuz what if you realize someone else is more exciting??? funnier??? or easier to love??? so he sits with it, hoodie pulled up and headphones in, replaying the moment again and again in his head like a punishment he can’t turn off.

⭑ ⋆.˚ STARTS OVERCOMPENSATING .𖥔˚

you’ll notice it the next day. your favorite snacks on the table, along with your favorite bouquet of flowers beside them, and a note that reads:

remember that i love you the most <3

he speaks in gifts, in gestures and in quiet acts of love — anything to avoid directly confronting his jealousy.

© itoshiierae 2025 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not modify or repost my content onto any other platforms.

[wvyik]

dad! dean headcanons. d.w. ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

dean winchester x fem! reader

ᰔ summary: dean might slay monsters, but his heart belongs to his little one. from diaper disasters to sleepy snuggles, these headcanons show dean as the softest dad, proving that no matter how tough he is, his love for his baby is even bigger.

⤿ warnings: pure fluff, cuteness overload, you might need tissues, too much dad! dean for your heart to handle, this post is not responsible for any unintentional squealing or melting, i MIGHT make this a series, uncontrollable awws guaranteed.

⤿ notes: so, in case you didn’t know, i’m officially in my “dad! dean makes me weak” era, and i’m not sorry about it. if you’re reading this and you’re like, ‘why does my heart hurt in the best way right now?’ then welcome to the club. we all fam. ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

DEAN WANTS TO GIVE THEM THE CHILDHOOD HE NEVER HAD.. So he overcompensates. Birthday parties. Christmas mornings that look like a Hallmark movie. Camping trips. Home videos. He keeps everything. “I just want them to know they’re loved. Always.”

HE HATES MISSING MILESTONES.. If he’s on a hunt and misses a first word or first step? He’ll make Cas rewind time or beg Sam for a cursed object to see it. He’d call you in tears like “babe, what’d they say? Was it ‘dada’? Please tell me it was ‘dada.’”

HE BUILDS THEM A BUNKER-LEVEL PILLOW FORT.. Rainy day? You better believe that living room becomes a war zone of blankets, snacks, and Flashlight Tag. “No demons in this fort, soldier. Only snuggles.”

HE TEACHES THEM HOW TO RESPECT PEOPLE.. Manners. Loyalty. Standing up for others. “You protect the people you love. Always. No matter what.” Dean raises the kind of kids that other parents admire.

BUT HE SUCKS AT DISCIPLE WHEN THEY CRY.. One look at those watery eyes and he’s DONE. “Aw c’mon, don’t do that to me, sweetheart… I wasn’t even that mad.” Ends up cuddling them on the couch whispering “daddy’s not mad, just worried.”

ALWAYS TUCKS A NOTE IN THEIR LUNCHBOX.. Little post-its with stuff like “Be brave today, champ!” or “Love you more than pie. Almost.” You find the notes years later, kept in a shoebox.

DEAN HAS A WEIRD OBSESSION WITH CAR SEATS NOW.. He installed that thing like it was a bomb. Double-checks it every single time. “My kid’s not going anywhere unless it’s safely strapped into Baby’s throne.”

HAS ZERO CHILL WHEN THEY’RE SICK.. One cough and he’s pacing like a war general. Blankets, soup, forehead kisses. “You okay, bug? You want Daddy to beat up the virus?”

HE KEEPS BABY PICTURES OF THE KIDS IN HIS WALLET.. And he shows them to random strangers at gas stations, “That’s my little kiddo in their first flannel. Got that same ‘handsome’ face.” with that stupid grin on his face.

HE CRIES AT DANCE RECITALS AND LITTLE LEAGUE GAMES.. Tries to hide it behind his sunglasses, but you can see the sniffles. “That’s my kid out there. Did you see that spin?? Better than Michael Jackson!”

HIS RINGTONE IS THEIR LAUGH.. He recorded it one afternoon when they were giggling at his fart jokes. It’s been his ringtone ever since and he refuses to change it. “Best sound in the damn world.”

CARRIES THEIR ART IN EVERYWHERE.. You open the Impala’s glove box and there’s a crayon drawing of Dean with a giant smile labeled “My Hero.” He pretends to be chill about it but he’s totally cried over it in the garage.

HE TEACHES THEM TO SAY ‘NO’ EARLY.. “I don’t care how small you are. If someone makes you uncomfortable? You say ‘no’ loud. Clear. Mean it. And if they don’t back off, tell Daddy. I’ll handle it.”

BABY-PROOFING THE BUNKER TURNS INTO A WHOLE MISSION.. Sam walks in and Dean’s like “I’ve sealed every electrical outlet, covered all corners, and enchanted the nursery against monsters. What have you done today, Uncle Sam?”

HE STARTS CARRYING DIAPERS AND WIPES IN HIS WEAPONS DUFFEL.. Like a damn multitasking king. There’s holy water, salt rounds, and a pastel blue binky. He pulls it out like “don’t judge me, I’m prepared.”

TEACHES THEM HOW TO SHOOT WITH NERF GUNS FIRST.. You come home and find the house COVERED in foam bullets. He’s in full camo, kids are giggling like maniacs, and he’s yelling “Cover me, soldier! We’ve got a diaper bandit on the loose!”

WHEN THEY GET HURT, HE BLAMES HIMSELF.. They fall off a bike? Scrape a knee? Dean acts like the sky is falling. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve caught ‘em.” And you have to literally hold his face and be like “They’re okay, babe. You’re a great dad.”

HE STARTS READING PARENTING BOOKS IN SECRET.. You catch him late at night with What to Expect the First Year under a flashlight like it’s a case file. “Don’t look at me like that, woman. I just wanna be prepared. Babies don’t come with manuals; this is the closest thing.”

HE LETS THEM PAINT HIS NAILS AND DOESN’T WASH IT OFF FOR DAYS.. He’s out on a hunt with chipped sparkly polish and when Sam’s like “what the hell’s on your hands?” Dean’s all, “My daughter’s masterpiece. You got a problem with that?”

DEAN’S SECRETLY TERRIFIED HE’S GONNA MESS THEM UP.. Sometimes he stares at them sleeping and whispers, “You deserve better than I ever had, kid. I’ll never let anything happen to you.” And then he crawls into bed and pulls you close because you’re the only thing that calms that storm.

HE GETS JEALOUS WHEN THEY CLING TO YOU TOO MUCH.. Playfully, but still. “C’mon, they were on your hip all day. Daddy needs cuddles too!” He pouts until the kid crawls into his lap and he’s smug like “that’s right, Daddy’s the favorite now.”

GETS SO MAD WHEN PEOPLE SAY ‘JUST WAIT TILL THEY’RE TEENAGERS’.. Like— no. “I’m gonna love ‘em through every stage. You don’t stop being their damn parent when they get loud and moody. You step up. That’s my kid.”

ALWAYS MAKES TIME FOR ONE-ON-ONE DATES.. He’ll take each kid out individually for a milkshake or a trip to the arcade and call it “dad-and-me time.” He says it’s for them, but it’s really for him, too.

WRITES THEM LETTERS “JUST IN CASE”.. Stored in the bunker. One for every birthday. Every milestone. “If something ever happens to me… I want them to know I was there. I loved ‘em every second.”

WHEN YOU’RE ALL SNUGGLED UP IN BED, HE HOLDS THE BABY AND WHISPERS TO YOU.. “We really did it, huh? We made this little life. And I’m not goin’ anywhere, sweetheart. Ever.”

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[tojislovergirl]

toji headcanons

has a lot of emotional walls up not because he necessarily wants to but because he’s scared of getting attached and hurt

secretly really insecure but tries to overcompensate with his ego

not good at expressing emotions but he tries to make up for it through his actions

like when you run out of your favorite snacks, he will notice and refill your stockpile or randomly buy flowers even if he thinks it’s pointless since they will be dead in a few days anyway…overall just little gestures to show you that he cares for you

will completely shut down during arguments and lock himself in the spare bedroom to cool down

mainly does this so he doesn’t lose his cool and say things he doesn’t mean…you quickly learned that it’s best to let him cool off rather than chase after him

once he’s cooled off, he will come to bed and lay on top of you, peppering kissing on your neck and jaw until he reaches your lips

whispers quiet “i’m sorry’s” and “i love you’s” while you play with his hair

sleeps like a BABY

loves being the little spoon, but will absolutely NEVER admit it

most people think he’s a loud snorer, but he definitely has soft little snores that you find absolutely adorable

when you tease him about them, he goes “i don’t do that” with a pout on his face

100% will fake being upset just to get kisses from you

will pretend not to care about the ridiculous and obviously scripted reality tv shows you watch but is secretly very invested in them

while he may try not to pretend to care about onscreen drama, he is all ears when you gossip to him

would be a hater with you like the type to hate someone just because you said one negative thing about them

never hid the fact that he was a single father but was hesitant to bring you around megumi at first…again he’s scared of getting attached

however, after he saw how warm and loving you were to megumi the first time you met him, he decided to open up to you about his past and megumi’s mom

he would expect you to leave while you had the chance, but you reassured him you weren’t going to leave and thanked him for being to open and willing to left you into his family

once he realized you were in it for the long haul, he couldn’t help himself but fall in love with you all over again

a/n: this is my first post so pls be nice! these are also just my opinion. part of me is posting this because all i ever see is toji smut under his tag, so i think he is overdue for some fluff. i also wrote and posted this on mobile, so i apologize if the formatting is weird. so far, i’m planning to post smaus with the occasional headcannon or oneshot. hope you enjoy <3 NOT PROOFREAD

[colorlessjay]

Absolutely in love with your drawing of Dean teaching Cas how to shoot! And I aggressively support the headcanon that Dean gets a bit intimate/touchy when teaching Cas new things.

I have a WIP fic on AO3 where human/mostly human Cas goes to Sam for Valentine’s Day advice and spills that his crush is on a man (bc Sam is like “why are you asking me and not Dean?”) Dean finds out and gets a little hurt that Cas wouldn’t think he’d support him or would judge him for liking a guy and overcompensates by trying to help Cas have a perfect Valentine’s date, which of course includes teaching Cas how to make this mystery guy that Cas has a crush on (who weirdly sounds a lot like Dean, not that Dean’s jealous or anything) a pie or, as Dean calls it “The Art if Seduction via Pie”

Long story short: I thought you might enjoy this snippet of it/your drawing reminded me of this part where Dean gets a little cozy teaching Cas how to roll out pie crusts

——— Cas

“Dean,” Cas says his name slowly while turning to face the man who is waiting patiently for him.

“Cas?” Dean teases him back with the same slow draw of his name.

“You must be exhausted. We really don’t have to make the pie, if you don’t want too. I’m sure that-”

“Hey! None of that! I’m good, and it’s just downright rude for you to think I’d break a promise, especially to you, and even more especially about pie,” Dean teases, but there’s something heavier in the words that Cas doesn’t have time to try and decipher before Dean barrels on, “Now, I’ve already unpacked the groceries, so let’s get this show on the road before I pass out.”

Cas opens his mouth to protest that no pie is worth Dean’s health, but he’s stopped by the sharp look Dean gives him. Instead, he obediently follows as Dean leads the way into the bunker.

The silent walk toward the kitchen gives Cas’ mind the time to begin processing some of Dean’s words.

Groceries? That means we stopped at some point, but he didn’t wake me. Then he let me sleep until the last moment while he unpacked. He has sacrificed time, sleep, and money so I can have a good, nonexistent, date.

Sudden warmth and pressure press against his eyes and chest as love for Dean washes over his whole being. It’s so overwhelming that he misses the next step down on the stairs and noisily flails to regain his balance.

“Dude, you okay? You sure you didn’t get a concussion? Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have let you sleep,” Dean mutters as he turns around and begins raking his gaze meticulously over Cas looking for nonexistent head wounds.

Cas feels the odd dual urge to preen and squirm under the scrutiny but shakes off both in favor of alleviating Dean’s mounting worry and guilt.

“I’m fine, Dean. I promise. I was still a little groggy from sleeping in the car and missed a step,” He manages despite the feeling still glowing in his chest, hoping Dean mistakes the heat on his neck and cheeks for embarrassment.

“Uh-huh,” Dean says, clearly unconvinced but he continues anyway.

Thankfully they make it to the kitchen without any further issue. Dean begins chatting excitedly about how they need to make the dough first so it can chill but all Cas can focus on is that what he assumes are all the necessary items are already prepared and waiting on the counter. Love threatens to topple him again, energy building in his chest until he’s sure is going to explode at any second. He basks in the warmth until he hears Dean’s excited explanation stop suddenly and get replaced with soft, unsure words.

“Hey, I’m running on empty here, so it took me a bit to realize that maybe… maybe you might not really want to do this and that’s why you keep asking me about it. I know, I know I can get stuck on things, but I need you to understand that it’s okay if you don’t want to do this. I can bake something tomorrow or whenever so nothing’s wasted. Seriously, guilt free, if you changed your mind or if it feels too overwhelming right now or for whatever reason; just say the word and I’ll do whatever you want, Cas.”

The feeling flares and thrums painfully, a wild animal caged within his ribs, desperately seeking freedom, howling in outrage at Dean’s doubt and concern. He should say yes, should release Dean from this promise, should let him get some sleep. He should be more like Dean and do the selfless thing for once.

He opens his mouth to lie and say he doesn’t want to bake with Dean, but the pacing beast his chest digs its selfish claws into his tongue, forcing the truth out of his lips instead.

“No! I mean, yes. I want to do this; I want you to teach me how to make a pie. I just- I kept asking you because- I don’t want you to feel … obligated to do all this after, uh, everything.”

“Hah! Dude, this is pie we’re talking about. It’s never an obligation and neither are you,” Dean laughs before going still.

Cas is sure, by the way Dean blinks and opens his mouth that he probably hadn’t meant to say the last part, but he doesn’t make a joke or take it back.

“You know what, I stand by that. Now, as I was saying. The dough has to chill for a bit, so we make that first and then prep the filling while it’s in the fridge. Alright, step one is washing your hands.”

Even though he must be exhausted to his bones, Dean is an excellent and patient teacher. He explains each step to Cas and answers any questions he has. As soon as they get serious about the baking, the tension and unease dissipate and it’s almost as if nothing has changed at all. Dean’s passion and enthusiasm are contagious and intoxicating and Cas finds himself smiling so much his cheeks ache.

Soon enough the dough has been made, split, wrapped in plastic wrap, and set in the freezer to chill.

“Alright, the filling is easier but more tedious,” Dean says as he sets several washed apples onto the metal countertop. “You want to peel or slice?”

Cas considers for a moment, opening his mouth to ask if he can be the one to peel but he sees Dean stifle a yawn into his shoulder, eyes watering with the effort to hide it.

“I’ll slice if you show me how you want them,” Cas answers, wanting to do this one small thing for Dean, and not quite trusting the man not to hurt himself with the sharp blade in his current state of fatigue.

Dean makes quick work of peeling an apple and shows Cas how to core and slice it into thin layers before adding it to the bowl.

They fall into an easy rhythm, both of them doing their tasks and simply enjoying the silence of one another. After a few minutes though a thought pops into Cas’ head and out of his mouth before it fully forms.

“Did Mary or John do this with you? Did they teach you? Is that where your love of cooking and baking comes from?”

Dean blinks at him uncomprehendingly for a few minutes before keeling over with laughter. Cas smiles at the sound, though he’s not sure what he said that Dean could find so humorous. Dean straightens and wipes the tears from his eyes before he replies.

“Nah! Mom was a pretty bad cook and an even worse baker and Dad, uh, he never really had a lot of time for stuff like that. Living on the road with Sam, I started cooking because I kind of had to. Dad wasn’t always there to get us food and there’s only so many sandwiches and canned soups and cereals you can take before you begin to get creative. I must’ve come up with at least a hundred ways to make Mac n’ Cheese exciting. Although, after I resorted to adding marshmallow fluff mix, I decided I needed to learn how to cook real food. So, I started watching cooking shows in motels that had TVs, stealing cookbooks from local libraries, and tearing recipes out of magazines. I’m not sure which pissed my dad off more, the fact that I was wasting my time on such a girly activity or all the inedible food I made in the beginning. But I, I ended up being pretty good at it and soon enough both he, begrudgingly, and Sam were pretty thankful.”

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Cas whispers, afraid if he says anymore, says it any louder, the sorrow he feels for how Dean had been forced to grow up would burst the dam of his emotions and spill out in liquid form down his cheeks.

“For what, Cas?” Dean asks, head tilted and appearing genuinely confused, the truth of his childhood so ingrained that he doesn’t see anything wrong with having to provide himself and Sam with meals, with John leaving them for long enough that he had to improvise so many times, with the disdain John had for him trying to learn, trying to better provide for himself and his brother.

“Dean, you must know that you shouldn’t have had to do that. You should have been allowed to learn how to cook because you truly enjoyed it. Not because you needed to, not because you didn’t have an adult who cared for you like they should have, but because you wanted to.”

“Dude, we travelled around with Dad hunting demons, none of that is really conducive to a normal childhood. Do I sometimes wish I’d had a more average upbringing, sure. But then I remember how selfish that would have been, wishing Dad were around more instead of saving other people. So, we all did what we had to do, I learned to take care of Sam and I and Dad saved people. When I think of it like that, it doesn’t really bother me that much anymore.”

Dean must still be able to see the anger storming in his face because he pauses his peeling to squeeze Cas’ arm and say soflty, “Hey, there’s a lot of things that, in a perfect world, should have been, but I’ll only make myself crazy if I think about them too long. And, look, I really do enjoy cooking and baking now, as evidenced by my growing muffin top. In fact, if I liked it any more, you’d probably have to roll me out on hunts.”

Cas rolls his eyes, choosing to let the righteous anger go for Dean’s sake and choosing to address his newest concern, “Dean, please. Your body is in peak condition. And a couple extra pounds would only add to your perfection”

The words slip out and Cas blames it on the spell of intimacy created by standing elbow to elbow with Dean as they work to create something together.

“I, oh, um. Thanks, Cas,” Dean splutters handing Cas one last peeled apple before moving away to get the other ingredients for the filling.

Or in retreat.

“Dean, I-” Cas starts to apologize, worried he’s gone too far.

“Relax, I know it was just a compliment to battle my self-deprecation. I promise I won’t read into it too much. Okay, so now we add the lemon juice, cinnamon, sugar, and flour. And my secret ingredient, which you are sworn to secrecy about by the way, cornstarch. It helps the filling not to get too soggy and holds everything together to make it easier to cut later.”

Cas relents and nods his understanding, some part of him screaming that he wishes Dean would read into his words a bit more, would guess Cas’ feelings and end his misery one way or another.

Finally, the filling is done and Dean sets it to the side, but not before snagging a piece of slathered apple out of the bowl and holding it up to Cas’ mouth in offering.

He’s too stunned to refuse, lips and tongue giving Dean’s fingers the barest brush as he accepts this odd, though welcome, communion.

“Hmm, that it delicious,” Cas breathes, not expounding on what he is referring to.

“Hah, yeah, just wait until it’s baked,” Dean responds, his words a little stilted as he takes a piece for himself.

Cas tries not to notice how he uses the same fingers to feed himself that he’d used for Cas, how he licks the syrupy mixture off those appendages that Cas’ own tongue had touched just seconds ago.

He is still fighting with unholy thoughts of those fingers when Dean returns to his side with the chilled balls from the freezer.

“Okay, now this is the tricky part,” Dean prefaces as he pulls out a silicon mat marked with concentric rings of different measurements. He unwraps the first chunk of dough and places it in the center of the mat.

“You have to roll out the dough to be this size, but it’s important that you do it evenly. If the dough is too thick it won’t bake all the way through, but if it’s too thin it can tear and all that yummy cinnamon sugar and lemon juice syrup we drenched the apples in will leak out of the bottom. Not to mention it will make it a bitch to cut and serve.”

Dean picks up a wooden cylinder with handles, something Cas knows must be for baking but can’t quite place the name of and covers the length of it in flour.

“It’s important to coat the rolling pin as well as the surface you’re rolling on with flour, so the dough doesn’t stick. It’s cold right now so it’s not super sticky but it will get stickier as it warms up. The trick to getting a nice, even pie crust is to be quick and efficient and get it rolled out before the dough warms up.”

Cas nods like he’s following Dean’s instruction when in reality he’s transfixed by how serene and beautiful Dean looks as he firmly but gently presses down on the center of the flattened dough and pushes the rolling pin away from him. After a few strokes he flips and rotates the dough before adding more flour to the pin and repeating the process. When the dough is nearing the ring labeled nine inches, Dean stops and offers the pin to Cas.

“Alright, lover boy, your turn.”

“Dean, I really don’t think I should. I’m sure I’ll mess it up.”

Even as he protests, green eyes draw Cas to the spot Dean had previously occupied in front of the dough. He positions the rolling pin like he’d seen Dean do but he can’t seem to figure out how pick a direction to start moving in.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help,” Dean chuckles, sidling up behind Cas and reaching around him to place his hands atop Cas’ on the rolling pin. He moves their hands confidently, showing Cas the right amount of pressure to apply and how far to roll before turning the dough.

Dean doesn’t appear to be affected by the closeness, but Cas drowns in it. If he had thought the blanket in the Impala was nice, it was nothing compared to the warmth of Dean’s chest against his back, the smell of him enveloping him, his hot breath puffing against Cas’ cheek as he peers around him to see the dough and continues explaining his actions.

Dean

“There, that’s perfect,” Dean whispers, not trusting his voice with more than that as he reluctantly removes his hands from Cas’ and pulls away.

He makes a quick grab for the foil pan he’d buttered earlier to hide how his hands tremble with the effort of letting go.

He shows an oddly quiet Cas how to gently drape the fragile dough over the pan and press it down. They add the filling and Dean has the other ball of dough unwrapped and flattened in the center of the mat before he steps away again.

“You wanna try doing the top?” He asks, nodding encouragingly when Cas hesitates to take up the rolling pin again.

Cas begins, frequently staring up at Dean during the process. He doesn’t do badly, he just doesn’t do great either. It only takes a few uneven passes for him to lock eyes with Dean, his expression clearly screaming help me.

Dean smiles and slides into his earlier position with far too much eagerness. He doesn’t think about all the reasons why he shouldn’t be spooning Cas from behind, why he shouldn’t rest his chin on Cas’ shoulder, why he shouldn’t be breathing praise and encouragement into the angel’s ear. He’s too tired to deny himself this little indulgence while he still can.

Letting go of Cas to place the top crust is harder the second time, in more ways than one, and Dean is grateful for the flannel tied around his waist.

“Alright. Now we slice off any extra and we crimp the edges like this,” Dean demonstrates pressing the top and bottom pieces of dough together and forming the clamshell like shape by pressing the pointer finger of his left hand into the “V” he forms with his right thumb and pointer finger.

He’s about to ask Cas if he wants to try, but the intensity of the man’s eyes on him takes his breath and the thought away and he continues around the edge of the dish until it’s all done. He deftly slices a few vents in the top before retrieving an egg from the fridge and cracking it into a bowl with some water.

“Why do we need an egg? Shouldn’t we have added it before now?” Cas asks making Dean grin like an idiot, more than a little excited that Cas seems to be genuinely interested in the process.

“With any other baking, yes. But this isn’t for the pie itself, it’s for an egg wash. We’re going to use this,” he holds up a basting brush, “to cover the crust.”

“Why?” Cas asks incredulously.

“Taste is important, but presentation is too. This will give the pie a nice, shiny, golden color.”

Dean gets the pie coated and puts it into the oven before turning back to Cas and having to cover his mouth to keep from howling with laughter.

He hadn’t noticed when he was focused on getting the pie made and in the oven, but Cas is absolutely covered in flour. Not just his clothes but a smudge on his face from where he’d wiped it after dusting the rolling pin, in his hair, and even more hilariously, on his backside from where the flour on Dean’s own clothes had transferred.

“Dean?”

“Fuck, Cas, I’m sorry, but we’re kind of a mess,” Dean attempts to explain as he tries to tamp down the hysterical giggles bubbling up in his chest again.

Cas looks down at himself before his eyes bounce back up to Dean’s, mirth welling in them.

They both crack at the same time, loud laughter mingling and filling the kitchen with warmth.

———

hey noxemma

Could you like, put this in A03 so I can Kudos this and recommend it to my friends

Much love, very vibe, will draw later

[konpeitonom]

I was wondering if I could ask for some fluffy (+ nsfw if youre comfortable) headcanons about recovered/rescued curly x reader? I’ve seen very few fics about him and I’m so madly in love with him (particularly how ladonb.kokosa on tiktok draws him).

I think Curly would feel guilty about dating and sex because of his disabilities, inaction, and trauma but the reader is still head over heels for him anyway ❤️‍🩹

recovered/rescued captain grant curly headcanons.

sfw/nsfw — lowercase intended ^_^

g/n reader - no pronouns mentioned

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; i daydream about this exact curly too!! oh god i love this artist.. writing this in the perspective of you were his spouse previously. let me know if you’d like it if you met him afterwards :)

these r also a bit short so maybe a part 2 if i’m up for it/anyone else would want it. not proofread i never will sorry. this is my 3rd post today i am insane and happy to write!

.. nsfw section is written from the perspective of me, a girl, so sorry men if you cannot relate or feels it doesn’t apply to you too much. i try my best as a non-writer haha. minors don’t read that part thank you please…

here he is in his late forties - early fifties.

SFW

— he feels an intense amount of emotions knowing you waited as long as you did for him— that in those 15-20 years he was gone you didn’t move on *at all?*.. to come back in the state he was in, he felt a lot of guilt.

— he feels even more guilt when you saw him in said state, and still stayed with him throughout the multiple surgeries and months in the hospital.

— that smile of yours always cheered him up. and your reassurance was most comforting. he was lucky to have you as you are lucky to have him.

— curly felt as if he’d have to overcompensate for lost time. he’d plan dates, give you flowers, gift you chocolates or candies you liked. small things like that. he did it often pre-crash but he now does it enough to where it’s still a little special when he does.

— it would take him a long time to tell you what happened, truly. for legal reasons i’d assume he’d have to tell government officials, the media, or some kind of authority what had happened — but the details of it, id take a lot of time for him to speak about. he’d have to speak to a therapist about it first.

— when it came to his inaction, that and the immense survivors guilt he likely holds, he would be scared you’d leave. he’d be upset if you tried to justify his actions too. he knows what he did was wrong. and he doesn’t need you or anyone to tell him otherwise.

— i’m sure curly would donate a lot of the money he receives from media attention, that or encourage people to donate to charities that focus on gender based violence or sexual assault victims. he feels owed too. it’s the very least he could do now.

— back to his relationship with you.. sometimes all he wants is you. sometimes all he wants is to cry in bed as you’re there with him. your mere presence, all of you, is a huge comfort for him.

— he loves that you’re still your happy, old self. and he understands, he’d probably be happy too if someone you thought was dead just came back.

— if i recall correctly, he was in that state for 5 months? most of the time, if anya wasn’t there replacing his bandages or nursing him- he was most likely alone. he doesn’t like the thought of that. and therefore doesn’t want to ever be alone again.

— if you’d allow him, he wants to feel you all over. not in a sexual way. he wants to touch your arms, your fingers, your neck, your cheeks, your face. the feeling of you in his arms feels like gods blessing im sure.

— he’d ask about you. he’s so excited too. he wants updates to your life, your family. what do you like to do now? what’s changed since? do you still like this and that?

— he feels upset that he missed out on those parts of your life, but at the same time he knows that you probably kept him in his heart all those times without him.

— help him get back into his old hobbies!! keep him physically active. update him on all the video games he’s missed, all the movies he’s missed. movie days are probably his favorites. keep him busy.

NSFW

minors do not read

— i believe a strap-on device has to be used, or toys. he is open to all, but he’d enjoy using his hands to please you. it feels more intimate and close. he loves nothing more than touching you— in any way.

— he is old, ok. he lacks stamina, 1 round is enough for him- as long as it’s enough for you. but he is very experienced.

— hand holder!! he loves to hold your hand during sex.. this is canon. i am wrongorgan. he’d rub your palms as you shake, asking “is this okay? does that feel good?” .. please reassure him he thinks it’s the sexiest thing ever.

— uses your facial expressions to reassure himself. he thinks it’s cute when you bite your tongue to suppress your moans. or when your face is all flushed and sweaty. that means hes doing a good job.

— eye contact.. please make eye contact with him. he does struggle a bit with loving himself (especially assuming this is a 1-3 years after he was rescued), but as long as you love him then he shouldn’t have reason to worry.

— loves it when you place your hands on his face, caress his jawline as he fucks you slowly. i think he also likes it when your hands scratch his back. again, it tells him he’s doing a good job.

— i think it’s obvious with the way i write him but he loves talking during sex. i mean, he likes incoherent noises too- just as much as he does talking. but your words mean so much to him. and there’s just so much he wants to say.

— like.. “god, you’re so cute. have you always been like this, sweetheart?” !! he is a gentleman, ok?

— he still prefers a dominant role. he is a service top if i’ve ever seen one. even before the crash, sex is all about you, you, you, then maybe him.

— for the first few times he would be extremely careful and gentle. intimacy is not something he likes to rush. after he gets a bit more comfortable he’d be open to exploring again. like you did as younger adults, but still. he’s old and you’re probably old too ^.^

— feels like he has to make up for all the times you were probably lonely, sexually, the time he was missing.