#tics headcannon

[brights-place]

[TWST] Malleus x Reader who has tics

1K 5 Part Special: 1 , 2 (You are here) ,3 , 4,5 Warnings: Fluff, Tics

A/N: 2nd post for the 5 part series rubbing my hands together happily for getting 1K ty all!! School holidays have started so I'm gonna lock in with writing and drawing !! Anyways I am a person with tics and I genuinely wanted to talk about how awesome it was to dance without being judged with tics. Malleus most likely OOC DUDE I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WRITE HIM cause I haven't written for twisted wonderland please trust me yall!

Summary: Malleus invites you to dance with him in the masquerade as you have never told him you had tourettes which made it hard for you in some classes and with people but imagine your surprise seeing him when you went to the masquarade ball asking you to dance along with other stuff !!

Malleus has been described by many students in Nrc and even other house wardens to have a powerful aura around him that wards away most people from approaching him. He also doesn’t get too friendly as he speaks, his calm, respectful yet cold tone always remaining and even those who want to get closer to him (like Silver or Sebek) fail to do as much as they wish to. Malleus himself does not interact closely with other students beyond Lilia, Silver, and Sebek, but this is mostly due to others being scared and avoiding him. Although Malleus doesn't have any issues with talking to others, he also gets used to being feared or even hated, which has only resulted in his further isolation. Despite enjoying time alone, away from his concerned and watchful attendants in exploring abandoned buildings, Malleus shows signs of loneliness and a desire to connect normally with others. He is also said to have a naïve and childish side to him, as he grew up isolated from the outside world in Briar Valley but then he met You

A child of man a person who wasn't afraid to speak to him at all a human that had no magic yet would greet him happily without hesitation calling him names like Tsunotarō or Hornton names he fund idiotic but would only let you call him them. Malleus is used to being well-known by everyone as one of the top mages in all of Twisted Wonderland and the heir of Briar Valley but interacting with you being oblivious Malleus seems to enjoy that he can talk with someone normally without them fearing him even after Book 5 he enjoyed how you didn't change interactions with him still talking to him like a friend happily as you both would ramble. Malleus rambling about gargoyles with you rambling about things you enjoyed back. Malleus disliked touch from those who do it randomly but for you he didn't mind as he felt comfort from your touch yet one day when he was showing you a gargoyle he noticed how your body jerked randomly as he would ignore it and continue. He noticed how people would avoid you sometimes by your jerks our random motions so when he'd ask lilia what was going on with the prefect by how they jerk our make random noises. He once got hit by you by accident when you were showing something and apologized many times not because you thought he was gonna hurt you but because you couldn't control your tic. when you did random motions, jerks and noises physical or verbal he noticed how your face would get distraught yet he didn't mind. Lilia explained to him how you had this thing called Tourettes syndrome which he learned about your random bursts were something you couldn't control yet he didn't get why you would hide them from him and your close friends yet he didn't push the subject. Malleus enjoyed when he got invited to the glorious masquerade even after everything that happened with Rollo he wouldn't let it ruin the mood being around you as he enjoyed to interact and speak with you no matter the situation. Malleus noticed how out of everybody you were away in a corner jerking and ticking quietly not joining in on dancing with others or with grim who was dancing around on the floor chaotically. You couldn't help but compliment him and telling him how he looked like he was having fun causing him to smile slightly as the two talked happily before malleus held out his hand to you asking you to dance. The way your eyes widened at him as he smiled "It isn't a bother with your tics why not just dance? just focus on me if you panic and need a break then I can leave with you lilia told me if you were to have such an issue not to touch you and just make sure you are comfortable-" "Malleus! It's fine I just would expect for you to offer" "I do not see an problem with it at all" "You sure you wanna dance?" "Of course" A smile spread across your lips as you sighed taking his hand as he guided you to the dance floor. No matter how many times you jerked him to the side where your tongue clicked or made a noise he would smile and sway with you to the side you jolted when your tongue clicked he'd let out the same noise to match you so if you were stared at because of it he'd also be stared at no matter the tic he'd make sure it looked apart of the dance and he didn't mind if you both looked idiotic he noticed how you shyed at the moves before he noticed how excited you started to get to dance even with the stares yet it didn't matter because most of the stares were for malleus for dancing with a human

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[pyxis-comet]

Uhhh uhhhh stupid thought that came to me during a tic attack.

Izutsumi randomly meows and it's beyond her control because of like the cat soul, it just happens like she just meows really loudly, and everyone stares at her at first but eventually they get used to it. Sometimes Laios meows with her because he's stimming and they sit there meowing together.

TLDR: Izutsumi meow tic

I will headcannon tourette's/tics onto any character I please because there is not enough TS representation and it makes me sad.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Random headcannon time- I’m coming out of the wood work for this and let’s pretend that I haven’t been inactive for months. But let’s talk about my boy Steve.

Now as an individual who struggles with this, I am kind of shoving some things on this character and I don’t care.

Let’s talk about Steve having tics. He’s had head trauma and because of that he has developed Tourettes. He doesn’t even realize he has tics until they get worst after season four. Before he would just whistle, click his tongue, snap his fingers and he’s never paid attention to it. He’s grown used to it that he doesn’t even think that much about it.

Now post season four, he now can’t get the uncomfortable feeling in the back of his neck. It’s similar to an itch that won’t stop bothering him unless he’s doing a certain movement. (Which is continuously turning his head to the right, which can be very annoying and causes whiplash for him very easily.)

He’s also started to notice his triggers, the lack of sleep is a huge one. But he’s also started to notice that a lot of the poppy songs he used to listen to has random noises that can trigger some of his tics if he’s having a bad day. (Normal days his music helps a lot)

But I was thinking he tried to get into more musics and find something that doesn’t trigger it so much, and shockingly solo Ozzy is something that doesn’t set it off (with some songs triggering it) and he just bonds with Eddie over looking for music. Because let’s be honest, Eddie is most likely really hyper fixated on music.

Anywho that was just a small idea, I might elaborate more if anyone wants but that was all I had for now ✌️

[webhead010]

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Looks like it's the month of the tourette's syndrome awareness so here we are!! Headcanons for Ticci Toby because he is my beloved creature and my favorite character with tourettes :)

[ It's not that good, please forgive me]

1. He has echolalia (echolalia = repeating something that you heared)

Eyeless Jack: Today I tried to draw

Toby ten seconds later: "Today I tried to draw" and he will repeat It for hours.

2. Sometimes he will be at Tim's side and out of nowhere show him the middle finger for like 5 seconds until he stop. Tim knows it's a tic, but at first he fighted with Toby saying that he didn't did anything to receive that (Toby just stared at him waiting so he could talk).

3. Jack didn't understand at first that Toby had tourette's. He just thought he was crazy like that until one day Toby had a tic attack and Jack tought he was having a seizure but then Toby told It was just a "stupid" tic attack and Jack stared at him until he said: "So... You actually aren't totally crazy, you actually HAVE a tic disorder." Toby felt kinda offended.

(kinda canon) 4. He HATED school because of his tics. Everyone would just bully him because of his tics and he had a lot of tic attacks because of the amount of stress. After he got homeschooled, he had less tic attacks.

5. His tics gets worse when he is around Slenderman.

(IF YOU CAN TAKE TICS EASILY BE AWARE)

6. He has a tic where he fall down on his knees. He will be walking around normally and then sudenlly will find himself on his knees. Sometimes he can manage the impact, and sometimes he will bruise himself. (In these moments, Jack will force him to put knee pads so he doesn't break himself).

(Drawing of him having one of my tics where I bend my back very low)

RED DIVIDER

[lab-trash]

Bree having vocal manipulation tics soothes my soul.

[sadiecoocoo]

Rick and Morty Headcannon - 6

I’m sure you’ve all probably noticed that face that Morty always makes when he’s trying to process something absurd that’s happening or when he’s nervous. The face that I mean is the one at the top of my profile, tho off he doesn’t look in two directions every time lol. A scene that I can think of where he did it was when Rick was telling Morty about how he became a pickle. It happens in nearly every episode near the beginning of the show, but I have noticed that Morty doesn’t make that face as often because he’s matured a bit and is smarter than he was before (I will cry myself to sleep if he stops making that face entirely I cannot express how much I love it… it makes me giggle and kick my feet whenever I see it). I’ve also noticed the Jerry has made that face a decent amount of times…

My Headcannon is that Morty got this small tic from Jerry, maybe it was a funny face that Jerry made at Morty to entertain him as a baby and it turned into a kind of tic (I don’t rlly understand tics that well so idk if this would count as one)? I’ve also noticed that Rick has occasionally made this face before too, but not as often as Jerry and Morty have. Maybe Rick jsut started making the face at first to make fun of both Morty and Jerry, then just kinda got into the habit of making that face.

Another thing that Morty inherited from Jerry is his hair. I think that it’s one of the few things that Morty got from Jerry that Rick really doesn’t mind. To comfort both of them in the infinite amount of shitty situations that the two have been in, Rick will sometimes pat Morty’s head :3

I also think that C-137 Morty has the fluffiest hair without added products (cuz lets bfr Miami definitely uses a lot of hair products) because he’s Morty Prime or something. It also just makes Eve/Mal melt and he loves to run his hands through Morty’s hair :)

[notexplainingmyselfnotatall]

◇Little!Chloe Headcannons◇

◇ Regresses around 5 years old

◇ Love Love LOVES anything glittery and sparkly

◇ Loves playing pretend, especially if it's knights

◇ Brushes off getting hurt when she plays despite everyone's concerns

◇ Will colour with Red and inevitably be covered in drawings

◇ Bluey on repeat

◇ Never stops talking, though stutters a lot

◇ HATES nap time and will always refuse to admit she needs it, no matter how sleepy she gets

◇ Caries around a sky-themed blankie that Chad gave her when she went to highschool

◇ Tics are less common, though still happen - mostly blinking tics

◇ Would eat only pb & j sandwiches is she could

◇ Likes it when Red braids her hair

[angelic-waffles]

No-

No I don’t think that could happen that’s not how Tourette’s works what the fuck

I really don't like "creepypasta investigators", I just saw one who said that Toby is a pedophile and an abuser, and that this was a fact, and I asked her why she thought that and if she had taken it from her head, and she replied this:

"He has tourette's, do you think he can't have a tic and come on top of you and rape you out of instinct? Oh, think about it."

Like what the fuck is this?💀

[rainrot4me]

Ticci Toby General Headcannons

Summary: Basic, SFW, and NSFW head-cannons. My personal thoughts, feelings, and opinions about Toby as a character.

TW: NSFW below the cut, minors dni! Above the cut is sfw!

Words: 1.6k

A/N: NSFW is reader with female anatomy.

Basic:

- Even though he is socially awkward and tense, he’s a master at people watching. Can read a room and know more details about a person within seconds of watching them interact.

- Likes his alone time.

- He would probably say Tim and Brian are his closest friends, the same can’t be said about Masky and Hoodie, however.

- A pro at zoning out. Takes you waving your hand in his face before he snaps back.

- Bipolar? More-so emotional switch. Tends to be soft-spoken and awkward, trying his best to keep conversation while fidgeting his hands, looking anywhere but at your face. Otherwise, he’s an in-your-face, aggressive, no emotional resistance when that flip is switched. Lots of teeth gritting and yelling, swings his ax around like it’s a toy to intimidate. It takes a lot for him to get to that point, but it takes double the time for him to come back down from it.

- Not easily scared. Will throw himself into a fight and come out victorious somehow.

- Sleeper build. Wears lots of baggy clothing and layers so you can’t tell, but secretly he’s jacked. He may look scrawny, but don’t be fooled. Really strong shoulder and chest muscles from dually swinging his ax and dragging bodies around. He doesn’t think it’s all that impressive. Wishes he was bigger.

- The worst posture you’ve ever seen.

- Let his facial hair grow out from time to time. Thinks it makes him look too mature, but appreciates the compliments he gets.

- Has a secret hobby of playing a guitar he found on a mission. His tics mess him up a lot, but it’s worth the trip out deeper into the woods where no one can hear to practice a little.

- A little shit.

- Hates the heat. Would rather freeze to death than spend one moment in the too hot sun. Favorite season is late fall, around the first snowfall time.

- Big on territory. Never had privacy or respect as a kid so he values having his own things and belongs that nobody else can touch.

- Definitely shy, but not in the “UwU” way, in the “Can you get this from the gas station for me? The girl in there looks mean.”

- Bites his nails, the skin around his nails, and his cuticles LIKE A MF.

- Very light sleeper. Unless he’s absolutely dead beat exhausted, he’ll wake up from just the floorboards creaking. Has to be physically exhausted to actually rest.

- When listening to music, he needs it as loud and close as possible. Headphones are a must and they must be at max. He wants to feel that bass.

- A stray animal lover, feels similar to them in a way.

- Breaks down a lot. Hard to console or even talk to in those moments but some time alone in his room will do the trick.

- Has the education level of a middle schooler.

- Enjoys Gorillaz, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, and surprisingly, older country artists like Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson. “Outlaw shit.”

Dating Him/SFW:

- “Love” “Y/N…” “Baby”

- Loves when he touches you and you don’t pull away. Like when his knee accidentally rests against yours or his elbow bumps your arm while sitting on the couch and you don’t tug away, just sitting there letting him rest. He gets all giddy.

- Playing with your hair. Currently trying to learn how to braid.

- “Wait. O- Okay, so, right th- then left? No? F- Fuck, okay…”

- Favorite sleeping position is with you wrapping around each other, legs and arms tangled together as he hooks his chin onto the top of your head, rubbing your back. Even though you both get extremely hot and sweaty after a while, Toby enjoys the moment before you eventually shove him off.

- Likes to feel your body weight on him, whether it’s laying or sitting, he just likes the pressure and warmth you give.

- Big on physical touch, could really care less if he’s mad or not, just needs to have some part of his body touching yours.

- You could wear or look like absolutely anything and he’d still think you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen.

- Loves how you smell after getting out of the shower, can’t get enough of it while he kisses your warm, damp skin.

- Loves the way it feels when you comb through his hair with your fingers, practically purrs as he melts into your warmth, angling his head so you have better access.

- An admirer for sure, stares even when you catch on, studying every freckle or sunspot on your cheek.

- Self conscious about being your boyfriend. In reality, he’s an amazing lover, but he’s been conditioned his whole life that he’s not good enough and that ideal carries over.

- Tried to lick you through the hole in his cheek once, you both freaked out.

- Sensitive to high stress situations or loud noises so constantly reaches for your hand or crams himself into your side to block out the panic he can feel oncoming. You really help.

- Slasher movie date nights are always a bust because he’ll describe just how inaccurate that blood splatter was, followed by what would actually happen in detail.

- “If he c- cut the arm like that, it wou- wouldn’t spray out that far. This g- guy doesn’t even l- look like he’s ever even he- held an ax before.”

- Didn’t have a favorite color until you told him yours. Says his is the same, just cause it’s your favorite.

- Very immature in the sense of relationship problems. He thinks everything can be solved if he just avoids it, and that includes you. It takes a lot of bickering and patience, but he’ll eventually get over himself and force a solution.

- Doesn’t open up about anything ever. You’ve gotta fight tooth and nail for him to even mention his mother’s name. Will tell you all about his latest mission, however, whether you want to hear or not.

- Throws things or hits you playfully just to turn around and go “Who did that??”

Dating Him/NSFW:

- Boobs. Tits. Breasts. He needs them in his palms immediately.

- A big biter. Will never bite hard enough to draw blood but gets so turned on at seeing his teeth marks in your skin. Big territory thing.

- “Mine. See, I m- marked ‘ya. You’re mine.”

- His dream is to fuck your tits, too shy to ask though.

- Always been a “jerk off as fast as you can” kind of guy, fisting his cock fast to just get off. So when you slowly slide down his cock for the first time, taking your time to adjust and grind your hips at a steady pace, he nearly cums on the spot from how overwhelming it is.

- Bisexual, definitely.

- Starts at a fast pace at first, thrusting and grinding until both of your hips hurt, but then slowly his pace changes, more intentional movements and sinking deeper, more focused on stretching you out then getting deep. Just wants to get you dizzy before he gives you the good stuff lol.

- “Th- That feel good? You’re sq- squeezin’ so tight, ah-”

- His fingernail imprints all over your skin from how hard he holds you.

- Pervert but not in a creepy way. Pervert as in gets a boner from just watching your ass as you walk across the room. Has to clench his fists every time you bend over or raise your shirt up. Can barely breathe if you’re showing too much skin.

- Not big on degradation, but is very big on affirmation, loves to be told he’s doing good.

- Secretly, sooooo secretly loves the idea of anal. For both you and him. He wants to be buried in your ass, your back laid into his chest as he shoves his fingers into your cunt, panting into your neck. But at the same time, wishes you would just read his mind and push your fingers into his, fisting his cock as you stretched him so well.

- Surprisingly, very flexible. Whatever position you’re in he can easily contort to get the best angle to sink his cock in.

- Jealousy sex. Another resident of the mansion catches your glance for too long and suddenly you’re shoved into the bathroom, pants at your ankles as the brunette swipes the pads of his fingers against your clit, biting against your shoulder as he ruts into your ass.

- “Mine, mine, m- mine, nobody els- else makes you feel this good. Right? R- Right? Yeah?”

- A WHINER. Grade A pro at burying his face into your neck/pillow/chest and just sobbing his pleasure through tears and moans. He’s so loud, obnoxiously groaning and huffing as you slap your hand over his mouth. It doesn’t help though, as soon as your hand pushes down his tongue is already out and licking your palms.

- You in his hoodie? Yeah, it’s the only thing you’re wearing while he snaps his hips, pushing your knees back as far as they’ll go to get even deeper, mewling about how good you look.

- Loves to sit back and watch you suck his cock, his fingers pushing strands of hair out of your face as you try to take it all in, eyes twitching the further down you get. He’s not insanely big, just lengthy enough to make you choke and reach all the best parts. Likes to put his goggles on your forehead and watch them dangle as you bob up and down.

- Cumming in you? No. Cumming on you? Every single time. Goes absolutely crazy when he sees his seed shot across your stomach or thighs, your flushed skin and post-orgasm twitches getting him so turned on he can’t focus.

- “You ju- just look so good… Couldn’t he- help myself, okay? Sorry… Can we, u- uh… Can we go ag- again?”

Thank you for reading!

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[ieatedyourcrayons]

Ticci toby headcannons

possible trigger warnings for axes, blood, cuts, bruises, and murder. not descriptive, just mentioned.

-Toby rarely cleans his axes, They have months of old blood and dirt caked on to them.

-I don’t believe that toby is this “smol bean” “wittle guy” or wtv people make him out to be. He’s a grown man that has murdered people, let’s keep it real (sorry lol)

-Toby sticks to himself and occasionally opens up to masky or hoodie, but keeping the details to a minimum.

-When Jeff is bored he’ll tease toby on his stutter but gets quickly shut down when Toby threatens him.

-His favorite food is pot roast, it reminds him of when his mother cooked it.

-He hates, like HATES, beans. He can’t stand the texture and smell. no matter how they are cooked, who cooked them, or what they are cooked in, don’t dare to offer him any. He’ll give you the most disgusted look ever.

“Uhm… no thanks..” He says with evident disgust plastered on his face

-He’s rarely at the manor. He’s always out doing something. Missions or just random side things he wants to go on.

-His room is neat, just cluttered. He probably collects rocks and stones he likes and has them in a little wooden box from hobby lobby or smth.

-He has a backup axe that’s propped up in his room with a cover over the blade.

-i say back up, but it’s really an axe he was gifted and is too scared to ruin because it has beautiful carvings on the wood. It was a gift from Ben.

-He’s very experienced with weapons. over the years masky and hoodie have taught him things about them, in exchange he’s taught them his strategies.

-speaking of strategies. He’s mastered masking his tics and in the process mastered his stealth, it’s hard to be sneaky when you have a tic disorder.

-Toby loves nature and staying out late. He finds the empty nights calming and it’s his therapy, being able to be alone in a calming environment.

-He always has a lighter in his pocket, He’ll take it out sometimes to fidget with it, lighting it then shutting the cap and repeating, He runs through lighters quickly because of it. He stays draining the fluid. eventually he bought a can of lighter fluid for when he kills his lighter again.

[yo-ri-su-ki]

PLEASE more Vergil stuff, it could even be fluff headcannons and simple, cute stuff like that 🙏 You’re lit so underrated despite having some of the best DMC stories I’ve read

An: YES OFC I LOVE WRITING VERGIL STUFFF UGHHHH (also I hope you don't mind but I put nsfw head cannons because I was bored)

1. Does Vergil remember everything about them?

Yes—down to the smallest detail. Vergil has a razor-sharp mind and a quiet intensity. Even if he doesn’t vocalize it, he notices everything: the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, the subtle shifts in your mood, your routines, your tells when you're anxious or happy. He may not say it aloud, but he stores those observations like sacred truths.

2. What does he get them for their anniversary?

Vergil is not flashy, but he’s thoughtful. He’ll give you something deeply personal—like a handwritten poem or a replica of a flower you once admired, perfectly preserved in glass using demonic alchemy. He may also take you somewhere significant to both of you—somewhere only you and he know—a hidden sanctuary, a mountaintop, a garden he cleared just for you.

3. Kiss giver or receiver?

Vergil is usually the receiver, but not out of passivity—it’s because he treasures your affection like a blessing. He'll close his eyes and let it wash over him, savoring the warmth. But when he initiates a kiss, it’s rare, intense, and means something—an apology, a confession, a promise.

4. Does he know their quirks and habits?

Absolutely. He’s the type to silently adjust his actions around your habits—moving his chair when he knows you like to pace, pausing in conversation if you tend to ramble and then apologize, waiting patiently. He even mentally tracks your nervous tics, not out of annoyance but because he wants to protect whatever causes them.

5. Does he know their favorite flower?

Yes. And he remembers where he first saw you smile while looking at it. If it’s rare, he’ll go to hell and back (literally) to retrieve it. He might not say, “I got this because it’s your favorite,” but you’ll know. The flower will be placed somewhere sacred—on your pillow, in your book, in your hair if you let him.

6. Does he know their favorite food?

He does. He doesn’t always cook, but he’ll learn if it means seeing that look on your face. If someone else tries to recreate it and gets it wrong, Vergil will quietly correct them—or just make it himself next time, better. He stores the memory of your satisfied hum like a verse in his internal poetry.

NSFW HEADCANNONS!!

1. Does he remember everything about you?

Yes. Every gasp, moan, soft plea—you are engraved into his memory. He remembers the way your back arches when he bites your neck, the exact sound you make when you're close, and even how your breathing changes when you're too shy to ask for more. Vergil watches, remembers, and uses it all with precision.

2. What does he get you for your anniversary?

A night of complete surrender—his or yours, depending on what you crave most. He may bind your wrists with silk (or shadows), draw out every inch of your pleasure until you’re trembling, then whisper, “Happy anniversary,” while buried deep inside you. Every kiss, touch, and thrust feels ceremonial, like you're worshipped.

3. Kiss giver or receiver?

Mostly the receiver in public or quiet moments—he loves when you come to him first. But in bed? He’s a dominant kisser—rough, devouring, all teeth and tongue, like he’s trying to burn his name into your mouth. Especially when he’s close—he’ll kiss you so hard you’ll feel dizzy after.

4. Does he know your quirks and habits in bed?

Intimately. He notices when your hips twitch just before you climax, or how your hands always seek skin-to-skin contact. If you ever try to hide your reactions, he’ll call it out with a smug smirk and make you say exactly what you want. He loves unraveling your composure, then building you back up again.

5. Does he know your favorite flower?

Yes. He might place one between your lips and kiss you around it—or rub the petals down your body slowly as foreplay. If you’re into sensory play, he’ll explore using them on your skin, whispering, “Beautiful and soft… like you."

6. Does he know your favorite food?

Yes—and if you're open to it, he’ll incorporate it into foreplay. Feeding you between kisses, drizzling something sweet down your chest, then licking it up inch by inch while holding your hips down with one hand. He's not indulgent for no reason—he’s calculated, turning comfort into desire.

7. What’s he like when he’s jealous?

Vergil doesn’t get loud—he gets possessive. If someone flirts with you, he’ll calmly wrap an arm around you and say nothing. But that night? You’re getting pinned against the wall, legs shaking, while he murmurs, “Mine.” He'll mark you with hickeys in places only he knows, and make sure you feel owned.

8. What are his hands like in bed?

Deadly precise and incredibly skilled. He knows how to stroke, tease, and torment—switching between feather-light touches and deep pressure that leaves you breathless. His fingers can make you cum without ever needing his cock, and sometimes he does it just to see you beg for more.

9. Does he talk during sex?

Yes, but quietly and deeply—his voice turns into a weapon. He’ll murmur instructions: “Don’t hold back,” “Look at me,” “Take it.” But sometimes, he surprises you with praise: “You’re doing so well for me,” “Such a good little thing.” The rare times he moans? It’s devastating.

10. Does he ever let you take control?

Rarely—but when he does, it’s powerful. He watches you ride him like a god, hands on your hips, watching your face with raw hunger. He lets you move at your pace—until his patience runs out and he snaps his hips up into you hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

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An: bluhh my mind turned to mush when I made this whaaaaaaaaa

[hivemuthur]

If it’s okay to request, may I request hcs or something with Viktor where he’s dating an autisc reader?

Okay, first of - I have no idea what I have done to be granted such trust, thank you so much Anon! I have been provided amazing advice from @rennethen while writing this and done some research and I hope, I hope, I hope it meets expectations.

ViktorXAutistic!Reader HeadCannons

viktorxgn!reader mature, fluff and again: Viktor setting impossible standards for real-life men

author’s note: I have decided to not include tics, as they come in so many variations and I didn't want to impose anything upon Readers, but I can imagine Viktor being a total sweetheart about them.

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Since your first meeting, Viktor has been smitten with your bluntness and your ability to take his acrimonious jokes apart without a hint of incredulity in your voice. The way you keep asking subsidiary questions until you dig through the layers of his sass to the actual thing he meant to say  leaves his soul naked as day, every single time. Finally, an inquisitive mind, he thinks to himself, as you go for the killing blow:

“So, what you’ve meant to say is that you find me attractive?”

“Eh, I suppose that is what I meant,” he admits dumbly, scratching the back of his neck. “Though usually I tend to be a little bit less straight forward.”

“I prefer straight forward,” you tell him with wide eyes.

“I… I shall remember that.”

Viktor soon realises that being asked a lot of questions makes him blush in a funny way and his chest gets all fuzzy. So, he begins to share every little aspect of his work with you. The more questions you ask, the warmer his heart gets and somehow the way you get excited about his ideas is worth more than any other academical pat on the back he ever received.

Before asking you out for the first time, Viktor conducts a thorough research, not very different to the ones he conducts for the sake of a thesis. He finds out what are your favourite places and favourite spots to sit. He books two reservations, just in case.

He does the same thing when you try out a new place. Just in case. It has proven useful only once.

As a man who values routine, he finds it absolutely endearing that good things remain in your orbit for a long time and discovers that being greeted with his own name by the barista is actually a nice little feeling.

When he asked you if he could kiss you for the first time, he held his breath while you were reconsidering. He found it hard not to laugh stupidly and nod his head a couple times too many when you responded with the same question.

He cupped your face and brushed his thumb on your lip tentatively. At first, he just rubbed his nose against yours. Then, his cheek, as he pulled you closer. You decided his hair smelled nice and that he could proceed. You didn’t know what to do with your hands at first, because he was wearing an incredibly itchy jumper, so you settled on his neck, and he took it as an invitation to kiss you deeper.

When you told him about it he gave the jumper to Caitlyn, and even though the sleeves are not long enough for her, she wears it often. Gradually, Viktor is in the process of exchanging his wardrobe to touch-friendly materials, currently he is half-way through. He wears the offensive clothes to meetings with Jayce, because Jayce will hug even a hedgehog.

You teach Viktor the value of comfort, not just in the clothing department. Suddenly he finds that his blankets are softer and that his flat increased the base number of cushions.

He religiously cuts the tags out of your clothes and his work is so precise it’s as if the tag was never there in the first place.

Viktor will still periodically ask for a permission to touch you, only to hear “Yes, please.” And it still makes him blush.

He keeps two notebooks—one on your current food fixations. He writes down a start date of each and marks every little alteration. He examines the lifecycle of each dish, as you eat it every day for a month and suddenly stop, to move on to the next one. On the back of the notebook he has a list of old reliables.

The second notebook, he treats more seriously—it’s a journal of stimming. He makes a note of each gesture in order to recognize your emotions better. After a while he is able to tell if you are feeling overwhelmed, just excited or trying to concentrate.

He is completely bemused by the fact that you always know what entered the bowl first—the cereal or the milk.

When you unconsciously repeat words back at him in his accent he makes it intentionally heavier, because he finds in unbearably cute.

After some time, he’s learned to recognise when you are masking. When it happened for the first time, he allowed himself a pinch of panic. Only when you unravelled at home, he sighed, partially relieved, and made a note of it in his journal.

Viktor carries a pair of noise cancelling headphones when you go out together. He puts them on you if you get overstimulated and presents you with something else to shift your focus into—a tight hug, a smell or he presses gently on your shoulders to steady you.

If you happen to have a meltdown at either of your homes, he wordlessly prepares you your favourite food and stays close enough for you to reach. Sometimes, he does a full body scan with you, to see which part requires the most attention.

There are certain sounds that Viktor makes which you particularly like—the click of his tongue, the intercepting ‘ehs’ and ‘ahs’—and once he connects the dots between him making those and a smile that always blooms on your face, he produces as many as he can, while still sounding natural.

He enjoys just existing with you. Sitting in the same room, while he works, and you read is his definition of a happy place. Just glancing over to you, your tongue filling your cheek as you read something particularly interesting, the small sounds you make at turning points in the story make his heart flutter.

He finds himself involuntarily memorizing the lyrics of the songs you play on repeat. He has no idea who the artist are, but he knows their songs by heart now. It makes him feel old, in a funny way.

It completely disarms him, when you return his gifts. After three futile attempts to give you something of popular romantic demand, he scolded himself for not changing the method soon enough. Instead of jewellery, he encourages your special interests, through getting you books on the topics or taking you places that embody your passions.

On the other side of the coin, your gifts are deeply appreciated. Every little pebbling trinket has it’s special place in the box on his desk. He takes them out periodically and counts how many times a tiny detail in the chaos of the outside world has made you think of him.

For dates, Viktor chooses times and days in which the world is less crowded. Instead of a busy Saturday night, you go out in the middle of the week. After a particularly failed attempt of gifting you perfume, Viktor takes you to a balm perfume workshop, where you can make scents for each other that are buildable and unoffensive to sensitive skin.

He’s built an intimacy with you that is based on trust and constant checking. He takes care of the mood and gives you enough stops to reconsider on the way.

You both talk a lot during sex. A change of mind is natural and there is enough space made for it. He has learned a lot about himself, and his self-esteem strengthened, when he realised that, ‘I don’t like it,’ doesn’t mean ‘I don’t like you.’

If, for whatever reason, the communication turns nonverbal, you both have come up with a system of pats that signals where each of you should direct your attention.

Your inquisitive mind helped him find three additional positions, in which he feels comfortable and painless, and it eludes him entirely how he could have missed them.

Viktor’s favourite part of aftercare is cuddling you naked. He adores the way your warm body melts into his. If you add head scratches to it, he will fall asleep in your arms. He breaths in the smell of your hair and his heart beat evens out with yours.

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

Hello! I saw your girl dads Bill & Josh posts and I’m wondering if you can do one for Girl dad Jerry & Pete if you please 👉🏾👈🏾

(Absolutely!! I'm sticking true to pete

Pete and Jerry girl dad headcannons !

Pete DiNunzio girl dad headcannons-

1. Old-School Protective to the Point of Madness

Pete doesn’t believe in letting his daughter walk home alone. Ever. She’s 17? Doesn’t matter. “You think some creep’s gonna stop and ask your birth certificate before being a freak? I’ll pick you up.”

2. Calls Her Nicknames Like ‘Principessa,’ ‘Bambina,’ or ‘Dollface’

And says them with real warmth. It’s half mafia-movie, half genuine affection. But if anyone else calls her that? Suddenly Pete’s shouting and cracking his knuckles.

3. Slightly Sexist But Not Malicious

He’ll say things like “This is guy stuff” when working on the car—but if she shows interest? He’ll grumble, sigh, and then teach her everything while pretending it was his idea.

4. Thinks Every Boy is Garbage

“Boys are wolves, sweetheart. They’ll act sweet, then next thing you know they’re borrowing your Switch and ghosting you with some girl named Kaylie.” He gets offended when she says she likes someone. “Him?! He’s got a dumb haircut!”

5. Surprisingly Sentimental About ‘Tradition’

He wants her to know the family recipes, how to make a proper sauce, and the importance of sitting at the table. “Sunday dinner’s not a suggestion—it’s a rule, capisce?”

6. Yells A Lot, But It’s Never Serious

He raises his voice over everything. Lost the remote? Shouts. Someone looked at her funny? Shouts. She’s having a rough day? Shouts at whoever caused it—but never at her in anger. If he does, he apologizes through actions, like her favorite ice cream or fixing something she didn’t even ask about.

7. Obsessed with Making Her ‘Tough Enough’

He teaches her to throw a punch “just in case” and insists she keeps pepper spray in her bag. “I’m not raising some pushover. You hit first, talk later—unless it’s a teacher. Then call me and I’ll hit them.”

8. Doesn’t Know How to Express Emotion—So He Cooks

If she’s upset, he won’t say much. But the kitchen will be full of garlic knots and pasta within 30 minutes. “I’m not good at the feelings crap, alright? Just eat.”

9. Thinks the School System is a Scam

He’s supportive, but suspicious. “SATs? Total scam. Just make sure you’re smart enough not to get screwed by a car lease or some finance guy named Todd.”

10. Would Drop Everything For Her, No Matter What

He acts all gruff, but if she calls and says, “Dad, can you come get me?”—he’s already halfway out the door, jacket half-on, yelling into his phone: “Who do I gotta yell at?!”

“The Incident”

It happened at CVS.

Pete had taken his daughter out to grab chips and Saw II—totally normal dad-daughter outing—when she froze in the aisle with a weird look on her face. Then she muttered something like, “We need to go home,” and walked off holding her hoodie around her waist like she’d been shot.

Pete followed, confused and already bracing to fight whoever made her upset.

Pete:

“What happened? You get sick? Someone give you a dirty look? You need me to yell at a manager?”

She kept walking. Face red.

Daughter:

“I need… stuff.”

Pete:

“…Stuff?”

Daughter: (mumbling fast)

“Girl stuff.”

Pete blinked. His brain short-circuited. Then—

Pete:

“Oh. OH. Jesus, Mary, and all the saints.”

He whipped around like someone had pointed a gun at him, nearly knocking over a display of Tic Tacs. A nearby grandma raised an eyebrow. Pete glared at her like she was to blame.

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Back at home, Pete paced the kitchen like a soldier trying to defuse a bomb.

He'd dropped a Walgreens bag on the table—filled with the wrong kind of pads, some Midol he wasn’t sure was right, and, for some reason, a mini stuffed bear holding a heart that said "Feel Better."

She sat at the table, mildly horrified.

Pete:

“Look, I’m not good at this. When I was your age, my ma just yelled at me to do the laundry and left a whole bunch of stuff in the bathroom like it was some sacred rite.”

Daughter: (snorting)

“Dad, you didn’t get a period.”

Pete:

“Not the point! The point is, this is... nature. Biology. A monthly hit job from your uterus. And I wanna be clear, I ain’t squeamish, okay? I saw your cousin Dominic break his pinky playing stickball and I fixed it with a spoon and duct tape. But blood? That just shows up?! Randomly?! And it’s fine??”

Daughter:

“Yes. It’s fine.”

Pete: (waving his hands like a madman)

“I mean Jesus Christ, you’re just walking around with this time bomb in your body like it’s no big deal?! You’re twelve!”

Daughter:

“I’m thirteen.”

Pete:

“Oh that makes it better!”

He paused, breathing heavy. Then glanced at her. She was fighting a smile.

He ran a hand down his face, sighed, and finally sat across from her.

Pete (quieter):

“…I just wanna help. I don’t know how, but if you need anything—anything at all—I’m here. You wanna cry and throw something? I’ll buy you a pillow to scream into. You want ice cream? I’ll buy you the good kind, not that no-name crap.”

She nodded.

Daughter:

“Maybe just… the right kind of pads next time?”

Pete:

“You got it, Principessa. I’ll go in there like it’s a freakin’ mission from God. I’ll get wings, no wings, maxi, ultra, whatever the hell—I’m learning the code.”

He stood up, grabbed his keys, and headed for the door again.

Pete:

“And if your stomach hurts, you get the heating pad with the duck on it. That thing’s magic. Don’t ask me why.”

Daughter: (grinning now)

“Thanks, Dad.”

Pete: (gruff)

“Yeah yeah. Don’t get sentimental on me. I’m already losing hair.”

JERRY STOKES AS A GIRL DAD – HEADCANONS

The Sensible One:

Jerry reads all the parenting books. He doesn’t just wing it—he checks forums, medical sites, and probably even signs up for the baby tracker app. He may not talk about his feelings, but he shows love through quiet preparation.

Subtle Encouragement:

He’s not loud with praise, but when his daughter tries something new—drawing, coding, learning guitar—he gives the soft “That’s actually really good,” and keeps her art on the fridge for way too long. Her old crayon Pikachu is laminated.

The Period Talk? Done Over Text.

He panics too much to do it in person. She gets a calm, slightly clinical message that says:

> "Hey. You might need some products in the bathroom. Everything's labeled. You can always text me if you need more. Also I got chocolate."

And then he disappears from the house for 45 minutes to let her breathe.

Board Game Nights are Sacred.

No phones, no excuses. Jerry insists on family game night—sometimes D&D-style campaigns with just the two of them, where he lets her be chaotic and overpowered. He plays the dungeon master like a pro, even if she steamrolls his traps.

Teaches Her How to Build a PC.

Not because she asked, but because he wants her to know. “One day, your laptop’s gonna die mid-exam. This will save you.”

Protective But Non-Threatening.

If she dates someone, Jerry doesn’t threaten them with a shovel like Pete might. He just asks weirdly specific, nerdy questions until the kid gets nervous and leaves. “What’s your opinion on 'The Thing' vs. 'The Fly' remakes?”

If they answer wrong: "Huh. Interesting." (Meaning: "You're done.")

Worried Sick but Pretends He’s Not.

When she’s sick, he hovers silently, leaving water and soup at the door. If she says “I’m fine,” he nods—but 30 minutes later, she gets a thermometer, lozenges, and Vicks on her nightstand.

Matching Fandom Shirts.

He never forces his interests, but if she likes something he does (like Doctor Who or Star Trek), he gets so excited—buys them matching shirts or mugs. Pretends it’s no big deal, but his smile gives him away.

Teaches Her to Stand Up for Herself.

He might be soft-spoken, but he doesn’t want her walked all over. He teaches her to calmly, effectively shut people down. “You don’t need to yell. Just be smarter than them. Trust me, it ruins their day.”

Loves Her Fiercely, Quietly.

He may not be the most expressive, but his love is steady. Her favorite snack is always stocked. Her weird niche interests are researched. He’s the dad who stays up fixing her cosplay, or making sure the Wi-Fi is perfect for her big presentation.

Ten Going on Trouble

Jerry’s Saturday plan had been simple: coffee, fix the loose shelf, and maybe rewatch The Wrath of Khan for the fiftieth time.

Then his daughter came stomping down the stairs with all the rage and devastation only a ten-year-old girl could contain.

Daughter:

“I hate Mia. I hate everything. And my bangs look stupid.”

She collapsed dramatically on the couch, face buried in her pillow. Jerry blinked from behind his mug.

Jerry:

“…Okay. That’s… a lot. Do you want a snack, or—”

Daughter:

“NO.”

Pause.

Jerry:

“…Okay.”

He set his mug down. Sat on the edge of the couch like it might collapse under the weight of his discomfort.

He’d fought trolls in MMORPGs. He’d debated Star Trek continuity on Usenet forums.

But this?

This was terrifying.

Jerry:

“Alright. What happened?”

She sniffled, pulling her face out just enough to breathe.

Daughter:

“Mia said I was bossy. And that I always act like I know everything. And then I tripped in front of everyone during gym. And my hair is dumb. And I just wanna go live in the woods and be a cryptid.”

Jerry blinked.

Jerry:

“…You know, being a cryptid doesn’t come with indoor plumbing.”

Daughter: (snorting despite herself)

“Maybe I deserve to stink.”

Jerry:

“No one deserves to stink. That’s a universal truth.”

He got up and came back with a granola bar.

She didn’t say thank you, but she opened it and took a bite.

Jerry:

“You’re not bossy. You’re assertive. Confident. Big difference.”

Daughter:

“Mia said I talk too much.”

Jerry:

“Well, if that’s true, it’s genetic. Sorry. You come from a long line of over-explainers.”

She gave him a look.

Jerry:

“I once gave a girl a twenty-minute lecture on the plot holes in Phantom Menace. She still kissed me after, though.”

Daughter:

“Ew.”

Jerry:

“Exactly. But the point is—you’re allowed to be smart. You’re allowed to have opinions. Don’t shrink yourself because some kid can’t handle it.”

There was a pause. She fiddled with the wrapper.

Daughter:

“…You think my bangs look okay?”

Jerry looked at her. Truly looked.

They were uneven. She’d clearly taken scissors to them herself. One side was higher than the other and flared out like a confused anime character.

Jerry:

“They’re… avant-garde.”

Daughter: (groaning)

“So they’re bad.”

Jerry: (gently)

“They’re bold. But we can fix them. If you want.”

Daughter:

“…Yeah. Okay.”

She slid off the couch and held out her hand. Jerry took it like it was the most serious mission in the world.

Jerry:

“To the bathroom, Commander.”

Daughter:

“I should’ve just gone full cryptid.”

Jerry:

“Maybe next time. You’re still young.”

[t1red-twilight]

oblivious pining headcannons

summary: you and spencer are so unbelievably unaware.

content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, idiots in love, cursing

notes: i’m so lonely (rip)

word count: 0.4k

masterlist s. r. masterlist

- spencer is blissfully unaware and in denial that anyone could ever like him romantically

- this is driving the team INSANE.

- because you are interested. very much so, in fact.

- you have his coffee order memorized, and you even bought the creamer he likes for the office

- “i made you coffee:)”

- “this is perfect! thank you? how’d you know what i like?”

- “i bought that creamer you like!”

- and derek just kinda stares in bewilderment. “these idiots are so fucking dumb. oh my god.”

- hotch has taken to being cupid (middle school teacher style)

- you are assigned to share rooms with each other, and you accept no questions asked. (like when teachers put kids who have crushes on each other next to eachother on the seating chart)

- “it’s just because we are close friends!” no. it is not.

- spencer always saves you a seat on the jet.

- gets pissed when anyone tries to take ‘your spot’

- loverboy™

- staring at each other when you think nobody is looking

- lingering touches

- this becomes magnified when one considers that spencer is a germaphobe

- emily was watching in disbelief as spencer was showing you something about the geographic profile. you were practically nestled into his side; very much in his personal bubble. “morgan, come here.”

- “oh my god. so much for ‘bacteria transfers instantaneously.’”

- going out of his way to be near you

- he approaches you whenever you enter a room

- he doesn’t say anything most times. just kinda stands next to you

- you’re the only one to listen to his tangents

- “you didn't finish talking about narcissistic tendencies earlier, spence.”

- “oh! so narcissistic breakdown can be identified through-”

- he points out your little quirks to other people

- “they do that when they’re nervous. i hope they're okay”

- now that i mention it

- CONSTANTLY checking in on you.

- “are you okay?”

- “i’m still good to come over right?”

- “text me when you get home, okay?”

- he’s hyper aware of your little tics and can read you like a book:(

- like he is so perceptive and will then proceed to check in on you (as stated previously, he does quite a lot)

- researches your interests so he can talk to you about them lol

- eye contact 24/7 (i’m a sucker for puppydog eyes</3)

- team is lowkey disgusted by your sickly-sweet interactions

- minus rossi. who will just say something about his third wife and be like “ah. young love.”

- he holds your hand all the time. will wiggle his fingers to get your attention

- anyway it's just really sweet

- you're really sweet with each other.

- and even though it's excruciating to watch, the team encourages you two that you should just ask the other on a date

- and when you do, it's a quiet win for everyone.

[theealbatross]

Dark, Slightly Realistic Headcannons (S.S)

Plot | Headcannons on the effects of their traumatic fifth year in Hogwarts had on their dynamics and eventual relationship.

Tags | dark, PTSD, codependency, self-harm (scratching), anxiety, overprotectiveness, trauma, traumatized teenagers are not the best people, IT'S NOT AS BAD AS I MAKE IT SOUND, fluff if u squint, ominis getting stressed out, this storyline is heavily inspired by the background story I gave my character in the game

They are both very popular but also very secretive – in a way that everyone knew them but no one really knew a thing about them. They were almost like a suburban legend in their campus, The Couple who was always together, always huddled in each other despite constantly being the center of the attention.

“Sallow had a twin?”

“I heard she’s one of the few 7th years that was given approval to go into the restricted section for her research.”

“They’ve been engaged since last year?!”

“Look, they’re leaving the campus again.”

If you want to find one, then go look for the other because more often than not they are together. If you can’t find them both, ask Ominis.

Unless you are part of their circle, which is usually just their year-mates, then good luck approaching them. They aren’t hostile but as they grew older, they didn’t get friendlier. And it was for good reason, MC’s anxiety of someone finding out Sebastian’s dark secret and taking him away from her and Sebastian’s fear of the people who are after his girlfriend makes them generally amicable but not exactly approachable.

Suspicious of everyone which is also why they're very protective of each other and their chosen friends.

They were seriously considered to be the Head Boy and Head Girl but both rejected the offer. Imelda was the next best choice but she wanted to focus on becoming a professional quidditch player. So, the mantle was passed to Grace Pitch-Smedley and Ominis Gaunt to the latter’s dismay.

Unhealthy Codependency, but it works for them.

Both will genuinely be tweaking out if you separate them for more than 24 hours. MC feels vulnerable without Sebastian which causes her to lash out at anyone, her ancient magic leaking out in anxiety and Sebastian’s skin itches if he doesn’t know where she is (he literally would scratch his arm till it bled – a painful nervous tic.)

Because of this ‘special circumstance’ and the Gaunts last name, they were allowed to have, more or less, the same schedule throughout their 7th year.

They both have the self-sacrificing disease so they were always keeping an eye on each other.

After The Events of their 5th year, plus MC’s tendency to run alone and headfirst into assured death, and the constant threat to her life from what remains of Rookwood’s organization Sebastian gets a reputation of being insanely protective. The ‘promise ring’ they both wear has a charm that will always leads one to the location of the other, plus it automatically apparates the other when one is in danger.

If you plan to get to talk to his betrothed then you have to get through Sebastian first.

Nothing ever gets through Sebastian.

“No, she can’t find your blasted puffskein in the dark forest.”

“She’s not available because I said so.”

“No, professor, I can’t send her that message. It’s exam season and she has enough on her plate.”

“Dear Officer Singer, the next time you try to send an owl to my fiancé without informing me you will not get it back.”

MC has a soft spot for the younger students but don’t expect her to remember your names. At least Sebastian actually turns you down, she will just stare at you until you awkwardly leave. She was done being everyone’s errand girl.

Every time you think Sebastian’s alone she’s probably just behind him. Or beside him. Or above him. If you think Sebastian's crazy about her then she will show you insane.

Constantly snogging, their professors have given up giving them detention. They’ll just snog there too.

Professors have to beg Ominis to tell them to at least try to hide because there are children in this campus. After an hour long of sermon of how ‘absolutely mortifying it is that I have to tell the two of you to be decent’ they relented. In turn, they just disappeared more often.

In rare good days with good weather, you will find them flying and racing around the highlands.

During exam seasons Sebastian reserves an hour a day to just nap and relax in MC’s lap. Do not, under any circumstances, approach him at this crucial hour unless you wish to risk your life.

They are the Ravenclaws Public Enemy #1 because they clearly don’t pay attention to class yet they’re always at the top of the subjects they actually find interesting. (Potions and Care for Magical Creatures for MC, DADA and Flying for Sebastian). The rivalry even got worse when NEWTs started and Sebastian aimed to be at the top of each class he took to become an Auror.

They get engaged the summer after their 6th year but they don’t get married until Sebastian finishes his training and officially became an Auror because Sebastian wants to ‘earn’ that right and prove to himself and his loved ones that he has turned his back on the Dark Arts for good.

MC becomes a researcher for ancient magic so it becomes a ritual that Sebastian will use up all of his vacation and paid leave at the end of the year to accompany his wife with her travels to different continents

Sebastian fights a dragon in Germany to get the perfect green diamond to place on the engagement ring.

They both take the Unbreakable Vow at their quiet wedding.

They have children but none were seen in public until it was their turn to go to Hogwarts.

Headmistress Weasley does not retire until each and every Sallow has graduated under her careful watch.

She is the longest reigning Headmistress in the history of Hogwarts.

[dearjoons]

🥃 BOOTLEGGER!NAMJOON HEADCANNONS

warnings: 1920s au. illegal alcohol smuggling. prohibition-era. bootlegger!namjoon x mayor’sdaughter!reader. run-ins with the law. making out.

lulu speaks: HELP IDK WHAT POSSESED ME TO MAKE A 1920S AU BUT THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SUCH A LONG TIME. also YUM tf

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who is trying to run an alcohol smuggling empire but keeps getting distracted by the mayor’s daughter in silk stockings and draped with pearls.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who knew exactly who you were the second you walked into his speakeasy in fur and heels like you owned the joint. he should’ve tossed you out. instead, he poured you a drink himself and said, “this isn’t your scene, sweetheart.”

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who wears perfectly tailored suits but always with a slightly loosened tie, like he’s one bad decision away from trouble.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who doesn’t drink much, but when he does, it’s either neat bourbon or bathtub gin from his own stash. he says he prefers to keep his head clear. but there’s always a glass poured just in case he needs to think real hard about something.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who keeps a revolver under his desk, a knife in his boot, and a rosary in his jacket. only one of them is for protection. guesswhich.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who has a cat. a quiet gray tabby that showed up outside the speakeasy one rainy night. now it lives in his office and sleeps on paperwork. he pretends he doesn’t like it.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who pretends you’re a nuisance. you pretend you don’t like how he holds your waist when he pulls you behind closed doors.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who murmurs “we shouldn’t do this” right before kissing you against brick walls in alleyways while jazz music slips through cracked speakeasy doors.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who has a soft spot for music. he pays jazz musicians double to play at his place because he says, “good music keeps the cops away. nobody wants to raid a joint that sounds like heaven.”

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who teaches you how to shoot at an abandoned train yard. you accidentally hit the bottle on the first try. he’s never been so turned on.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who calls you “doll” with that crooked, dangerous smile that ruins you every time.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who gets arrested once. then you bribed the sheriff with a diamond bracelet to get him out.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who knows the law better than most. that’s how he stays ahead. loopholes. technicalities. bribes. he doesn’t run from the law—he bends it until it snaps in his favor.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who never kisses you in front of his men—but when you’re alone? his hands are all over you. like he’s scared you’ll disappear with the sunrise.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who is the kind of man to crack a man’s jaw in a warehouse, then calmly light a cigar and slide into a gala with his hair perfectly slicked back. no one suspects a thing—except you, because you know exactly what kind of man he is.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who keeps a bottle of your favorite wine stashed under the bar—the real kind, not bathtub gin—because you’re the only one he wants to impress.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who feels his jaw tic every time you walk in with some preppy trust fund boy. he’ll stay silent, but ten minutes later, your date gets “politely” escorted out by one of joon’s guys for “violating house rules.” and no, you’re not allowed to ask what rule.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who once broke a man’s nose for touching your waist too long during a slow dance. you weren’t even dating. the guy said something slick, and namjoon just appeared out of nowhere. he said, “apologize.” the man didn’t. he bled on the floor. namjoon went right back to nursing his drink like nothing happened.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who plans for a future where you’re gone, married off, safe and distant. but then you show up at his place in the middle of the night, soaking wet and grinning like sin, and he forgets every single good intention he ever had.

lulu speaks pt 2: *taps mic* *feedback* hey y’all…idk wtf i just did but…i did it.

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