quinny

23 | a lover of many things | any pronouns | i will block anyone under 18 | MDNI

[quinnylynn]

Welcome to my page.

Hello, my name is Quinny. I’m in multiple fandoms, e.g., Resident Evil, Wuthering Waves, K-Pop, but I am currently obsessed with BTS and will write about that for the time being.

I write all sorts of topics; headcanons, one-shots, smut, etc. I do love rambling about certain fandoms relating to my current interest, so please send in anything you want to share/talk about.

I do take requests! All I ask is that for anyone asking NSFW related content, please be over 18+. I will do NSFW related content for adult characters only.

Masterlist.

TBD.

[quinnylynn]

Hi!! I just read your Romeo one shot and I loved it so much it was exactly what I imagined and even better!! Thank you for taking the time to write it. I’m really looking forward to seeing more of your work! <3

Awe thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you enjoyed it.

I’m gonna be honest, writing it made me love Romeo even more :,)

It’s hard to find out what his personality is and I had to really think for a hot minute on how I wanted him to act based off of the lore I know of him. Turns out it was pretty good >:)

If you still have any requests including him about anything at all, please send it in!! I would be super happy to write about it.

[quinnylynn]

Hii!! I was the one who requested the Romeo headcanons <3 If it’s okay could it be something like Human Romeo x reader in a soft moment that leads to their first “I love you” to eachother? That’d be lovely. Tysm!

If you were being completely honest, the whole "becoming a stalker" career path genuinely did make you feel uneasy. Romeo was serious about it, and undoubtably loyal to Lea.

You would support Romeo through everything regardless of what it was, but your biggest fear was him becoming seriously injured or killed because of this path he wanted to take.

Your relationship was strong, a bit more than friends, but never went further than that. It was like the both of you were afraid of admitting it to one another, because the moment that you two do, there would be no turning back.

Romeo would have to be extra careful when out and about, come back unscathed. Keeping you worried was his biggest concern. Your expressions of anxiety and your words kept his mind occupied each time he went out, but there was more to it.

You wanted to say something to him every time he departed, a message that he knew he would hold so close to his heart. Yet, it seemed like you had no courage to speak it.

Just like now, when he stood before you. You had called out to him before he went with Lea on another trip.

You picked at your nails or fiddled with your fingers; a habit you had that he picked up on. The sleeves of your shirt were rumpled, as if you had been teasing the fabric between your fingertips.

Romeo sensed that you were nervous, but there were no words he could speak to ease your mind. When you glanced up at him, hazel hued eyes met yours, and his breath was stolen once again; Romeo was always in awe over your delicate features.

He could see the tears prick at your waterline, to which you attempted to blink away. “Sorry, I… I don’t know why I said your name.” You apologized, voice quiet and soft.

In response, Romeo reached out to take your hands into his. His palms were warm, calloused from his constant training. A thumb brushed across the back of your hand with slow strokes, and he brought your hands up towards his mouth.

A tender kiss was placed against your skin, which brought a reaction from you that he expected. Your tearful eyes widened ever so slightly, lips parted in awe at his actions. Romeo was always so gentle, so kind, so attentive.

“I don’t want you to worry about me. I will be okay.” He simply said, warm lips moving against your hand. It was if he wanted to keep you close, savoring the time he held your hands.

Your head lowered and you shook it in disagreement. No, you had to worry. Romeo was the only one in your life that you cannot lose. He always has to come back, and you make him promise each time.

“No, Romeo. I… This scares me. It all scares me. Do you have to go out so often?” You ask of him, voicing your fears.

His eyes soften, now realizing that this was affecting you much more than he thought. He averted his eyes to the side, as if gathering his thoughts together.

You were right. You had every reason to feel scared. His gaze returned to you, yet his brows were furrowed. He wanted to do this, to continue this life and to make it a safer place for you.

It was difficult to leave, as your sweet voice would be the only thing to stop him. His right hand left yours and cupped your cheek, the warmth of his palm causing your eyes to flutter. You were always cold, embracing the hot that burned so intensely.

"You know I'm always careful. I would never leave you alone, not ever." His assurance did not quell the anxiety sitting in your chest, but his touch did make it a bit better. The hand that was on your cheek slid back into your hair and he pulled you close to his body.

Romeo leaned in close, his lips brushed against yours. It made you fall still, stunned at the sudden affection. His hand brought yours close and flattened your palm against his chest.

Beneath your hand, you could feel his heart pound. "My heart is yours. I promised to you a long time ago that I would make sure I would come home to you safe. I--"

"I love you."

Romeo stilled as well, your sudden admission taking him by surprise. You pulled back a bit to gauge his reaction, to which you see his cheeks flush red. It brought a smile to your face.

He breathed out a soft laugh with a smile, then leaned in with no time to waste. Romeo's lips felt soft, hot and searing against your own. Every bit of love he had for you was poured into this kiss.

He tilted his head to the right, the kiss you two shared deepened significantly. Romeo was delicate yet desperate. He had waited so long to finally do this, and he wanted to savor every moment he could. His hands trailed down to your waist and held you against him, as if he could not get enough of you.

Your hands reached up to cup his cheeks to pull him closer, your own desperation showing. To think that you would be here now, kissing him. Many days went by just thinking about what it would be like to do this, and you finally have your answer.

When he parted from you, he rested his forehead against yours. "I love you, too. I always will."

[quinnylynn]

Send in requests through my ask box!

I will be more than willing to write anything you guys send in!

I’m all here for headcanons, oneshots, etc. Or even if you all have thoughts about something, I’m down to yap.

[quinnylynn]

Could you make a headcanon of P when he sees his loved one seriously injured and has to deal with the situation? S2 S2 S2 S2

How would P react to you being seriously injured?

You were a fighter. Despite countless of hours and dedication to learning the craft of swordsmanship, you would make one careless mistake in a battle that would nearly cost you your life.

You were only meant to clear out a few puppets that were beginning to stalk near the hotel’s entrance, yet you were suddenly overwhelmed with a high volume of enraged automatons.

They are extremely dangerous in large groups, and you unfortunately were caught between escaping and fighting your way out.

P would be the one to find you after that serious battle, as everyone at the hotel said that you had been away for an abnormally long time. The state that you are in had his inner workings whirring in overtime, frazzled and tense with anxiety.

You bled profusely. Wounds littered your body, but still, you clung onto life—just barely. Your skin looked dull and rough, like the very essence of life was drained of your body completely. He would lean down to your level in a hurry as you propped yourself up against a ledge; your life dwindled before his eyes.

You would notice him there, and the mere sight of him brought tears to your eyes. Your energy was at an all time low, yet you had just enough to express your emotions through silent tears that streamed down your bloodied and bruised cheeks.

Your arms shakily lifted toward him, your voice softly called out his name. That alone made P’s own worry-filled eyes well up with tears. His joy, his happiness, was on the verge of dying. The sheer thought of it made his body run cold.

He held you as delicately as he could when you reached out toward him, then hoisted you up into his arms and hurried back towards the hotel. P would run as fast as he could, as each second went by, your hold on his shoulders would loosen. He could feel you nearly giving up, but he wouldn’t let that happen. You had to live.

Sophia would be the one to assist in healing you the moment she set eyes on the horrific state you were in. P was there every step of the way, coming to Sophia’s aid with anything she needed to help with your recovery.

For the next few days, P would be by your side. He put off any missions or requests from other hotel guests or survivors, as you were his top priority.

Your healing process was slow, but within time, you returned to your normal self once again. You took it easy, maybe a little too easy with Sophia’s worrying about you accidentally reopening your stitched wounds.

P had never experienced that level of panic and fear before—the fear of losing you. Just the thought of it made his chest ache. P knew that if he had found you at any other time, he would have lost you forever.

From then on, he would silently swear to protect you, even if you would refuse his help. You were stubborn with your ways, and there was no way to change your mind. It was simply how you operated, but P would make sure to lurk around your missions and or requests of survivors and hotel guests.

It was not like he did not trust you to take care of yourself, as he knew you were exceptionally skilled in battle. You held your own against anything that stood in your way through pure determination to succeed.

Even on his own missions, he felt the need to check in on you, even when you are not looking. It puts his own mechanical heart at ease.

Your safety is all that matters to him.

[quinnylynn]

Hello!! I loved your P headcanons is there a chance youd consider writing headcanons for Romeo?

Hello! Thank you so much, that makes me very happy to hear that :)

I would be more than willing to write headcanons for Romeo! I’m still currently finishing up the DLC, so I haven’t had the chance to catch up on the lore yet.

Once I do though, which should be within the next few days, I would be happy to start! If you want to send any requests for headcanons, I can start working on them right away!

[quinnylynn]

Send in requests through my ask box!

I will be more than willing to write anything you guys send in!

I’m all here for headcanons, oneshots, etc. Or even if you all have thoughts about something, I’m down to yap.

[quinnylynn]

How would P react to you crying?

Despite witnessing survivors crying due to various means, P would be unsure of how to comfort someone. With low humanity, he would have little empathy. He doesn’t quite understand the steps and feelings someone will go through to lead them to cry, but he would try his best to make sure that the individual felt comfortable to talk about their troubles if it would ease their crying.

When it came down to you, the sole person of his newly found happiness, seeing you so down made his chest feel heavy. Every mechanical mechanism ticked slower, everything tense with anxiety. He wanted to comfort you while you cried, but he had no idea how.

You were out within the courtyard of the hotel, resting on the side of the fountain. Heavy dark clouds hung above in the sky, a sign that it was going to rain eventually today. It was completely silent. The fountain was not running, and the only sound that occupied this echoing space was your own soft sobs.

You didn’t intend to cry this much—maybe shed just a few tears—but it quickly overwhelmed you to where you couldn’t even stop if you tried. The more information you found out about Krat as a whole, the more it kept you overwhelmed. You were worried that nothing will ever be the same as it was.

Despite hiding away from everyone, P always knew where to find you. Even then, your cries aren’t exactly quiet.

You would quickly wipe your face of any tears when you noticed that he walked toward you from the courtyard entrance, yet all the evidence of you crying was still present. Eyes red, nose pink and raw from wiping it one too many times. In all honesty, you looked like a mess.

He came to stand in front of you, eyebrows drawn together in concern. Even if he rarely spoke, you could see the worry in his eyes. “I’m alright, I promise.” You would assure him, waving a hand in front of you to dismiss it all.

You were a terrible at hiding your feelings, as P could clearly see the distraught emotions on your features. That’s what he became good at; reading your emotions. Despite not knowing much of what you experience, he can tell what was what. Every new emotion was something he wanted to be guided through, even when the newest emotion was something that drew his mechanical heart strings tight.

He held out his synthetic human hand toward you and gestured for you to stand. You stared at him for a moment, confused as to why he would want you to do that, but stood to your feet nonetheless. The two of you stood together in silence, and as you stared at P, you could almost see the cogs that turned in his head with what he planned to do next.

You then watched as he stepped closer to you, the hand that held onto yours now began to slide around your waist. His legion arm raised up and found its way to the back of your head. He held you firm against his body, a comforting gesture that he hoped he expressed well in your eyes.

The proximity between you two had your mind feeling frazzled, as P was rarely touchy with you. You welcomed it, though. The fabric of his clothes smelled of rain and… something sweet that you could not quite put your finger on. It all made you feel at ease, but in turn, it also made your eyes well up again with tears.

Your arms come up to hug around his upper body, fingers grasped tightly onto the fabric of his coat. You could tell that although he had no idea how to properly comfort someone, his attempt made it all the better. With your face buried into the white of his cravat, you stood there as you cried softly.

A few minutes passed by, and P held you through it all. You leaned back a bit to gaze at him, yet wedged a hand in between the both of you to wipe any tears that remained. “Thank you. I… I’m sorry for that.” You apologized quietly as your eyes averted to the side, not confident to look him in the eye.

A soft hand connects with your cheek, the sensation cold against your skin. This finally made you look towards P, to which he stared right back at you. He shook his head lightly as if to dismiss your apology. P did not need it—he wanted to help you, and he felt all the more confident he could do this again in the future properly.

A singular tear streaked down your face once more, and P observed as it rolled down until it caught on the edge of his palm. His thumb ran across your cheek and wiped the tear away, to which your heart swooned at.

Your hand came up to cover his and delivered a soft squeeze to it, as if to give him a silent thank you for what he did for you.

[quinnylynn]

How would P react to a kiss?

He has read and heard about this before; kissing. All he understood was that it was a gesture of affection, something humans do to signify their bond between one another.

The more time he spent with you, the more he felt the urge to at least try it once. What would it feel like? Would he enjoy it? Would you enjoy it? The mere thought of you even reacting to such a thing had his whole body flood with warmth.

While you talked to him on the days he was present at the hotel, those blue hues of his would always flicker between your eyes and the soft skin of your lips. He was mesmerized by every crease and fold, the color, the shape; he came to understand the thought process as to why someone would want to kiss their lover.

There would be a moment where he would be staring while you talked, as he usually does. It was mostly about your day, or the conversations you had with the hotel guests, but it felt like he couldn’t fully comprehend what you were saying.

Overtime, you would take notice of P blatantly staring at you, but it made you feel more compelled to talk. To keep his eyes on you.

At one point, you would stop rambling. Your right hand would reach up to gently cup his cheek, all while the pad of your thumb ran across his freckled skin. His high humanity would show—the warmth beneath your fingertips told you so. P would stand so very still and would watch your every move with bated breath, eager to see what you would do next.

You would lean in closer and watched as he followed your gaze, until ultimately, you kissed him. It was soft, barely there. He tasted of nothing, yet you could feel the warmth of his breath. You could tell he was excited—the whirring of his mechanical heart would increase, his eyes slightly wide with curiosity.

P’s legion arm would rise to grasp at your waist, his touch gentle. He wasn’t exactly sure where to put his hands, but your waist seemed like the perfect fit. He would pull you closer, a silent yearn for more of what you could offer.

You would pause when you pulled away, inches from his face. You could see that he had followed you, yet he stopped once he noticed that you weren’t going to kiss him again. Your eyes found his, and you could see the pure desire to learn more. You were unsure if you should lean in for another, but he finished that thought for you.

P kissed you once more; hard and inexperienced, teeth clacking together. You would pull away quickly, head tilted back with a small laugh. Your hand would thread through his curly brown locks to keep him close. He adorned a confused look, eyebrows twitched together. Was what he did wrong? He read about passion, longing, lust, yet this was not what he had just experienced.

He could feel your hands as they slid up his shoulders to hook around the nape of his neck, the both of you closer than before. The touch sent a flush of heat through his body, and he desired more of what was to come of this.

“Rushing into something like this is not best for beginners like you.” You would say to him, and he slowly nodded. “Just follow my lead.”

P would do exactly that.