Can you write some headcannons (if you write those, if not you could turn it into a story) about the small things Gibsie does for reader? He’s so underrated I love him
dating gerard gibson headcannons
synopsis: plethora of my gibs thoughts
pairing: gerard gibson x reader
warning: does have 18+ content so be sure to have your appropriate age in your bio to interact or read. kissing, humping. written with fem!reader in mind.
author’s note: ahh tysm anon! first request, this is exciting but beware that i took your idea and ran with it. also still (slowly) wading through the bot books so this may be a bit out of character for gibsie. hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
p.s. please give feedback if you’re inclined, it inspires me and makes me very happy!
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⁺◟ keeps your elastics ties on him, especially for when you’re overwhelmed and need to just get it out of your face
⁺◟ always trying to make you, specifically, laugh
⁺◟ doesn’t matter what the situation, he’s not stopping till you crack a smile, especially when you’re mad at him
⁺◟“really gonna give me tha’ silence?” “it’s a dumb joke! ya know i don’t give out pity laughs g.”
⁺◟ will interlock pinkies when the noise gets to be too much, when youre stressed at school, when you need to slow down
⁺◟ will attempt to braid your hair and be pretty good at it (he watched plenty of videos and practiced on johnny)
⁺◟ just needing physical contact mostly everywhere
⁺◟ stuffs his face into your neck, or chest whenever y’all are in private (would do it in public but you’re less keen on that)
⁺◟ rubbing his face in your neck, arm around the waist at tommen, hands in back pocket at a friend hangout, interlocking ankles in bed
⁺◟ wants to quite literally live inside your skin. cannot not be touching you for the life of him
⁺◟ on the topic of touches, he loves to cradle your face and stare into your eyes, calms down his mind so much. that coupled with some forehead kisses for the both of you
⁺◟ so theatrical and in tune with your emotions
⁺◟ “I just don’t like the way she speaks to others… very mean girl vibes.” you sigh. “is that judgy and wrong of me?” “no way, baby. was thinking the exact same thing, if anything I knew it from the first time she said you were lucky to be dating me!”
⁺◟ will consider your outfits like he’s on the devil wears prada
⁺◟ “the black skirt does wonders for your ass, id prefer it off entirely but that beauties only for my eyes, so the skirt it is!”
⁺◟ matches your freak like it has never been matched before, can never be matched like this by any other, understands your desires and personality 100 fold
⁺◟ will dance with you in public, will sing off key at biddies, will wear your heels and tight top when you get overstimulated, in addition to carrying you piggy-back style back to his car anytime you want
⁺◟ would adore your younger siblings if you have them, especially a younger sister
⁺◟ would take her out for ice cream with y’all, go shopping for her, gets her a plethora of gifts for her birthday - it makes him feel more apart of the family, and his loss of his young sister
⁺◟ gerard who will leave any social event if you’re tired or just not feeling it. it’s not worth seeing you uncomfortable, when y’all be cozy at home anyway
⁺◟ you literally cannot sleep in the same bed during school nights, you get distracted!
⁺◟ talking for hours on end, staring into each others eyes with the light from the crack in the blinds, kissing here and there - so soft you never regret being exhausted in the morning
a tad off track so 18+ from here on out!!!
⁺◟ whenever you lean down, even a little bit, gerard humps you from the back
⁺◟ “seriously? can’t even pick up my scrunchie?” he grins and cooley says “what? I’m practicing.” “practicing for what exactly? should be your funeral when i get you!” and queue him sprinting away from you with the dirtiest smirk
⁺◟ will just sit on the floor of the bathroom while you piss?
⁺◟ “can a girl not take a wee in peace? you’ve got serious separation anxiety, g.” said as seriously as you can while you’re actively pissing. “i just love being close to you, is tha’ a crime, love?” stares lovingly like there’s nothing wrong
⁺◟ and finally!! just loves kissing you, his absolute favorite pastime (besides his head in your legs) is locking lips for unprecedented amounts of time
-Enjoys scaring the absolute shit out of you by leaving his coffin lying innocently in your house somewhere, then awakening sinisterly like glamrock Dracula to "attack" you when you decide to inspect it.
-"Attacks" are not meant to hurt you and mostly consist of playful wrestling matches where he often wins, although if you're a seriously competitive person, you could train yourself and ultimately come out on top.
-He knows you can get jealous when he calls Sam "sweetheart" and "baby", so he started using them even more around you, and when he's talking to you, just to mess with you.
-Don't worry, you get your own special nicknames too, their usages varying depending on mood and context, but the most common being "darlin'", "sugar", and "honey bunny". That last one is probably the worst of them all, though.
-He loves you so much that he sometimes considers shaving your eyebrows off as you sleep, so you can wake up and discover how alike you look now.
-He's so sweet and protective that he'll fry anybody who gives you shit and bring you their charred skulls as a present afterwards.
-Can and will help you with your eyeliner if you choose to wear it.
-He once tried to write you a song but never got past the first verse. There are a million things he wants to tell you, but he just can't put into words because he doesn't understand them himself.
-Was at first very against sharing a bed with you and insisted on sleeping on the floor, in his coffin, but as the two of you got closer, he started to change his mind.
-He didn't immediately jump under the covers with you--oh, no--he started slow. He would just sit on the edge of the bed, as far away from you as he could be in that situation, and watch you for a few hours, and after a couple months of doing that, he'd try edging a little closer. And then a little closer. And then a tiny bit more; a few inches at a time.
-Before he knew it, he was pretty much snuggled up to you, close enough to slide an arm around your waist and relax against your back, comforted in the knowledge that you were there. That night was the best sleep he'd had in his life.
-Isn't afraid to show his softer side to you because he knows he can trust you. He also knows that even if you did betray him, he would be able to track you down and make you pay because he put trackers in all your belongings, but that's beside the point.
-On those rare occasions where he gets to sleep in and not have to worry about a certain immortal single father whom he might have angered, Higgs will wake you up with kisses. No words are exchanged, just little pecks and smooches to your neck, cheeks, and forehead until you are awakened, convinced you're still dreaming.
-He'd very much appreciate it if you could patch him up after he inevitably injures himself.
Super ticklish despite not being tickled very much in his younger days, (Blitzo is definitely the first one to discover this weakness when they were kids and never really forgot how ticklish Stolas was, or is, for that matter.)
Is a switch, but is definitely is more lee leaning! He enjoys the bondage aspect of it and definitely experiences the most anticipatory giggles.
Has one of the most adorable laughs ever. It doesn't take much to get him laughing. He has such a high-pitched laugh that gets squeaky if you get the right spots.
Worst spots are wings and beneath his feathers.
As a ler, my goodness is this guy fucking RUTHLESS.
Is a demon, so expect to receive whatever tickling is dished out tenfold in return.
His feathers and claws are horrendously evil tickle tools and the mothefucker KNOWS it.
Uses tickling as a torture method for those who most deserve it (cough cough, Blitzo).
Blitzo:
Regularly involved in childhood tickle fights with Fizz. Used to win most of the tickle fights until the accident happened.
So playful and silly, he was the first to initiate a tickle fight with Stolas and the first to realize what a ruthless tickler Stolas is.
Also a switch, very needy as a lee and super teasy as a ler.
Surprisingly a very gentle ler unless otherwise provoked.
Definitely tickles Stolas the most of anyone because Stolas absolutely loves it. Also frequently tickles Millie and Moxxie but mostly Moxxie because he deserves it. Doesn't DARE tickle Luna (he doesn't have
Most ticklish spots include ribs, tummy and underarms.
Super silly laugh, loves provoking others to tickle him, and is so shameless about it, the little shit.
Millie:
Is ticklish but is much more of a ruthless ler. Mostly tickles Moxxie to get him to relax or not be so uptight.
Absolutely ruthless. RUTHLESS.
Not only does she know Moxxie enjoys being tickled, but she encourages the other IMP's to tickle him.
Doesn't mind being tickled by Moxxie but will destroy anyone else who tries.
The worst spots are her hips, thighs, and knees.
Has a bright, carefree laugh.
Will 10/10 dish out absolutely unholy revenge to those who dare to tickle her.
Moxxie:
Is such a lee! 100% lee. Is baby.
It doesn't take much to get him all flustered, just a few well placed pokes, a wink, or teasy voice.
Prefers to be tickled by Millie but is the frequent victim of gang tickles. Not that he minds.
Is wayyyy more susceptible to gentle and teasy tickles.
His back is an absolute death zone. Absolutely cannot handle back massages AT ALL.
Screechy and screamy laughter. AHAHAH.
Hides his face a lot, or at least he tries when tickled. Lol. He can't even help it.
Will literally beg to not be tickled.
PUPPY DOG EYES.
Deserves to get his shit WRECKED!
Ozzie:
WE AREN'T gonna pretend this man isn't ticklish.
I mean, he is. Has a super boisterous laugh.
I mean, if this anyone has a tickle kink, it's him lol.
I feel like he's got tons of ler energy. He tickles Fizz so much, lmao. Surprise tickles, tickle games, tickle hugs, teases, etc. ASDFGHJKL. Fizz eats it up, of course.
Is kinda ticklish in a couple secret places only Fizz knows about. I mean, I don't even know, and Fizz didn't tell me lmaooo. It's a secret, do with that info what you wish.
Is actually the tickle monster. Hehehe.
Fizz:
Is such an adorably ticklish imp.
Arguably, the most ticklish character.
Literally used to be nearly tickled to death by Blitzo as kids. And ganged up on by the other imps. Was pretty much defenseless lol.
Blitzo used to knock him down a few pegs for getting all the attention by tickling the everloving snot out of him.
Literally never won tickle fights until after the accident. The robot arms improved his tickle fight game tenfold.
His robot arms are indeed also ticklish but offer an advantage in tickle fights by being able to stretch or tickling people far away.
Bottom ribs, hips and sides are his worst spots.
Cannot handle his ribs being counted. (Ozzie found this out, and the poor guy can't rest ahah).
Wheezy laughter that eventually goes silent, and he also thrashes a lot.
Uses his robot arms for tickling and bondage purposes with Ozzie and to also get well deserved revenge on Blitzo, haha.
About: female!reader×platonic!everyone, teenage/young adult reader, reader's love language is touch: hugging, hanging off the boys' shoulders, falling asleep on their shoulders and the like :) just wholesome things (with some angst).
Word count: It's a long a one...
Warning: Angst, Shouting, other than that it's just fluffy :)
A/n: This reallt isnt a head cannon tbh. Started with an idea, created an OC then a background and then and then and then — it spiralled into this mess haha.
I meant to go further - provide that conclusion to create a holistic narrative... but it's already really long and atm felt uninspired to keep going with it. So we wait, sorry !
Welp, enjoy!
Let's imagine your love language is touch. The crave and the lingering need to touch, hug, lean on, hold onto someone, some one you felt safe around and loved by was a instinct you've always had.
Surrounding yourself with some of the most emotionally stunted and constipated people — emotionally unavailable car, pie and ACDC loving hunter, his emotionally neglected brother and monotonous 'I don't understand the reason for handholds if you're not lost' angel boyfriend — your touchy feely nature was met half-heartedly.
Given the moment you first met them was amidst a series of tumultuously devastating events — one easy case turned bad, the loss of family was never easy on a adolescent. And for the most part that's all you were to them. Another poor young soul caught up in the cusp of a terrifying world Dean and Sam intended to protect. To save. It never came without consequence — it's just this time in came in the form of a teenager, tear stained and alone.
Dead of night, once the vampires who took your mother and little brother were resolved with a few knife swings and burning bullets — it was the embrace Sam offered that changed things.
You needed it. Solace, comfort. Something to keep you grounded.
The Winchesters would do more than offer a hug. Decisions and shots were called, arguments sure did occure — another mouth to feed, a head to look out for — but in the end life kept moving and this was all you had left; a reason, an opportunity, to help.
A Winchester. You were the rookie who could barely hold a gun. Then you were the amature that fought to fight; snooping for cases, sneaking out for a chance to shoot and to prove you can contribute. Couple years fly by and now you're family.
So many night spent trading stories, on the stupid shit Dean pulled and Sam moments of pubescent embarrassment among the pockets of normal school life, or your gems of memory with your mother you missed and a brother you had teased. The banter was rich on both ends — most prominently with Dean. It was just so easy. A grumpy old man who dished out the rules and stomped around with that voice of his — you couldn't help yourself.
*in Dean's voice* "Its too dangerous, me macho man will take care of it" *normal voice* "y'know I didn't realise you were one grey hair away from being my father..."
He lets out a humorless laugh, rubbing his chin and gesturing to you at Sam. "She thinks shes funny huh? youre real comedian— thats it!"
He chases you down the bunker and you run away. Deans yelling and your laughter ringing behind Sam.
Sam truly was enjoying to have someone on his side — till at times he wasn't so lucky. You and Dean were a little too powerful once you joined arms...
Amidst this new found family, Dean and Sam quickly noticed how much you liked to hug them... almost clingy.
Granted, it wasn't like you smothered everyone who walked into your life — with Dean and Sam it was different. They saved you, welcomed you, took care of you. You trusted them.
It qas noticeable during the early days of your stay. After long hunts when you were left behind, in security of the bunker, those hours felt like days and days felt like years. Crippling fear of losing the only formed tether of family and safety frightened you.
The moment the door clicked open, "Hey, Y/n, we're back," a bag of take out ready and jackets being torn off in lethargic movements of a day's struggle, "got some burgers and those curly fries as remembered and—"
Frantic steps and a leap, Dean was almost knocked down by the force of your hug. Wrapped around his neck, face buried in his collar. "Woah there, Kid." He stumbled and huffed from the suddenness.
"Y/n? you ok?" Sam asked at your long passing moments in embrace. Words of gladness and "Thank god"s poured from your lips, stepping back to look at how they're really here. Alive. Safe. The brothers noted it was probably because of your family — you were dealing and I think they are one of few people who could really understand that.
However, this passing moment became everytime. They'd come home and you'd hug them briefly. Once you were coming with them than waiting patiently, you'd embrace them before bed.
Huddled around the table, Sam reading, Dean nursing a cold beer whilst flipping through a magazine as you ate and prompted Dean into weird topics of 'never have I ever - monster edition'. You'd bid yourself adue.
"I'm gonna hit the sack, weirdos." You'd walk around to them. "Enjoy your light reading, Sammy. And enjoy your pervy magazine, old man." Passing by, wrapping your arm their shoulders, affectionately nudging cheeks with them — Sam would accept them graciously, the loving gesture comforting to him. And Dean would simply hum at you, trying his best to look indifferent or exasperated by such contact. But you knew he silently enjoyed them, and Sam did especially; knowing his older brother, the boundary of affection was never crossed but from you — a semblance of a younger sister — was soothed but this entry of comfort. Shoulders slacked, posture less tense, you were a reminder of everything was okay.
"Now get off me - you need a shower."
When Castiel was around it, too, didn't take long before he was another victim to your embraces. Seeing how close Cas was to Dean and Sam, it meant he was good.
Late night car rides, slumped against the worn leather of Baby as the soft rock channel hummed alongside the murmuring engine pushing the hunters and a angel home. The orange street light continuously ran over their laps, exhaustion lingered in the vehicle — Dean's raw red knuckles were prominent, wrapped around the steering wheel. Sam sported a scrape on his cheek bone, exchanging hushed words between his brother and Castiel. Sat in the back with Cas, you couldn't bother chipping on the discussion. The headache you endured only just subsided, with just a bruise that ached at your side, both the dull music and gentle voices did well to block it. Soothing you into a lul.
"Someone's uncharacteristically quiet..." Sam humoured. The two shared a peak through the review mirror to catch your heavy eyes and tilting head you struggled to hold up. Dean couldn't help but smirk, chuckling under his breath at your disgruntled hum towards Sam.
"It's a nice change," he joked.
"Dean," Cas warned, glancing attentively to you, "She did a lot today."
"Yea... she did." He said silently proud. Of course she did.
Moments passed and next thing you know, Cas felt your held fall on his shoulder. Almost surprised, he didn't move an inch. Tossing and turning, laying on him finally made you settle. Staring down at you, he was glad to see you sleep — you took too many nights to sitting on thay laptop keen that every minute need not be wasted. And so he laid back a bit more comfortably, mindful on how much he moved. He understood, humans needed their rest.
Dean couldn't help but find it endearing.
The boys did their best to revieve your affection in stride. Cas was always naturally stiff when you slung your arm over his shoulders. Dean tried his best to act annoyed when you attack hug him from behind, and awkwardly patting your back. Sam never minded the time you'd sit beside him, leaning against his larger stature while he read or researched.
Then Jack showed up. Between losing Mary, Crowley, the fright of Cas' death and so much more — times weren't the easiest. Lucifer's son, the premeditated anti-christ that was the cease all life and goodness, the first day of getting to know Jack was a rocky path. While Sam continuously sympathised the young man and Dean couldn't even look at him, you remained initially indifferent. Just like your brothers, you were scared more than anything, grieving over the losses especially Cas — you didn't know what to think but you did know they needed you.
Jack noticed how you kept wrapping your arms around them every time you left off to somewhere or twist your twist your face into something warm at the much angrier man. It was so peculiar to him that he asked Sam when they were in the cellar, "why does she do that?"
"What?"
A look of seriousness worried Sam, "Do that - hold him. Dean." And he looked at him confused.
"You mean— she hugging him." Jack's face didn't change, "she's embraced him because she's worried about him," it sounded more like a question as he mimicked the gesture, "you embrace someone when you want to comfort them, or show them affection."
"'affection'?"
"It's means to show care for someone."
Jack looks at him, "She does it a lot." He noted.
Sam omitted a breathy laugh, "Yea. She does - she cares a lot, I suppose."
Soon your apprehension grew to empathy for the nephillum. His innocence and innate kindness baffled you at times. He borne no essence of evil - he rather carried Kelly's sweetness, and a fear that made you realise that Jack was far from anything like his father. He was just Jack.
The realisation settled within you as you sat on that crate where your breath transpired in the cold, facing Jack curled up beside the dumpster. Large shadows drew over his furrowed brows, deep with sadness and hurt as he said, "Maybe I'm not worth all this". Your heart sunk. All alone without the comfort of his mother and guidance of the angel she promised, made to feel like he was something he wasn't — worthless.
"Stop." The words escaped your lips faster than you could think and he stared at you saddened. "Don't..." You hesitated, too many things you want to say and you settle with reaching out a gentle hand. "Can I please uhm..." Jack slightly confused gave his hand at your hushed question. And he was surprised by your warm and firm grip; holding his palm with your other hand instantly clasping over his knuckles, you told him "Jack, you are worth all this..." staring intently into his eyes. "Sam thinks your worth it, so did Castiel, your mother. And so do I."
His eyes softened, and a small smile slipped onto your lips. Hope seeping into his features, he asked, "Really?"
"Really." You said.
That night you shared a room with Jack, agreeing with Sam things were too tense with Dean. You'd continue to be at Jack's side, speaking to him, answering his questions, simply being with Jack whilst mediating your brothers. Meaning, your constant defense of Jack caused a constant bickering and arguing with Dean. Unlike Sam the Diplomat, you two were almost explosive. Dean hated how close you'd stick by that thing, that freak; he was dangerous, he could hurt you! And you hated Dean's merciless disdain for him — always throwing warnings at the names and disregarding statements Dean would say without a thought with Jack.
At times, when Sam was with Jack, the moment he'd leave you and the eldest alone, stiff muttering of words escalated into loud yelling. Seething at each other until your red faced. Sam would always have to intervene, assuring Jack they're just "hot headed".
This anger festered into Dean's asserting orders; regulations, rules, reprimanding of your interactions with Jack. You were holding Jack's hand cause he seemed nervous, Dean would explicitly say no handing holding with devils. Alone in a room with him on an off chance again? Dean's dragging you out on errands or telling you to go to your room. Walking around the table offering your bidding night hugs, your affectionate squeeze on Jack's shoulder earned a warning glare from Dean.
You always made a face back, countering his overprotective as overbearing and stupid. When you finally had a go at him for it, Sam was out and there was nothing holding them back. You both pushed at each other to your limits. Comparing Jack to you when you some kid helpless and alone too, or Sam deemed bad before he could do any good, really sent Dean down the rails — because you're family. Jack is Lucifer's son, not you.
"Does he look like Lucifer's son to you, Dean?! He does nothing but be kind, gentle. He listens to your orders, he's even terrified of you!"
"And so he should be!" His voice booms with anger you hadn't heard from Dean till now and it shakes you. "You think I care that he can smile nicely at you, and say 'thank you' and 'sorry'? That doesn't matter. Cas is gone because of him, Mum is gone because of him. Wake up, Y/n, he can't change what he is and what he is, is a freak, an inevitable danger to you, to us, this entire freaking world- I'm sorry youre too damn stupid and niave to realise that." His starn, harsh words push past his lips in a burst of thoughts that seemed like he's been holding in forever, and he has to lean back for a moment to sigh. You stood there without moving, your eye glisten against your will as you swallow his words. He paused before turning to walk away without another word — the knife sunk a little deeper.
"I know you're hurting, Dean," your voice went small, and you caught him mid step. "but you're not the only one." His face grew sullen: he was too angry, too tired. He hadn't the energy to say or do something. Looking at you, he noticed your quivering lip you tried so hard to hide and instantly in his eyes you reverted back into that small 14 year old girl he and Sam decided to take under their wing. An image that flashed by and then you were walking away. To the other side of the bunker. And after a few heart beats, he did too.
Without either of you knowing, Jack had heard the entire altercation. Your purposeful steps rushed past him and you didn't see him — too busy fiercely wiping away escaping hot tears you didn't want. Jack had never seen you this upset and quietly he followed you to your room. He heard you slam the door shut and heard you sniffle inside. Hesitant he slowly cracked the door open to see your back facing towards him, sat on the edge of your unmade bed, silently crying.
A sensation of sorrowful guilt imbued in the centre of his chest. This was his fault wasn't it?
"Y/n?" His sudden appearance finally made known surprises you and you whip around. "Jack," your voice is thick with emotions, harshly sniffed back as your wiped your cheeks several times. "What are you..." You took a deep breath. Seeing his worried eyes you realised your attempt to appear unphased and normal was feeble — your eyes were puffy, flushed cheeks and red nose. And then it hit you, "I'm sorry, Jack. Sorry you had to hear that it's just, he's just..." you lett your hands fall to your lap defeatedly and head hung low. You looked him and flashed a weak smile, "Don't worry," Jack moved to sit on your bed, "It's just everything's a bit weird."
"I'm sorry." He finally said simply.
"What? Jack-"
"I'm sorry," he looked at you with those same eyes that night. "that you, Dean and Sam are hurting - because of me."
You shook your head, "No, no Jack, you have done nothing wrong, we're fine. We will work this out-"
"But you are crying, you are upset."
"I'm fine, Jack, don't-"
"Why are you lying?" He places a hand over yours, catching your evasive and scattered gaze. He pulls you to a halt, forcing you to meeting his big attentive eyes. They were so kind and gentle. And the warm of his hand stopped your racing heart. "You can tell me." He said softly and such simple words crashes over you. Your eyes locked onto his, you let silence hang in between as you soaked in this blooming comfort from someone you least expected it. It was overwhelming. And the longer you looked at him, all thoughts and emotions started to feel too real, too much, and your eyed began to well up in tears. Trying to blink them away made them fall faster and your gaze fell to his hand. "I- I'm sorry."
Your voice cracked and your instinctively tried to cover your face; to hide from Jack which you were sure you were confusing him even more with your immense and sudden outpour of emotions. You muttered your apologies, intending to turn to avoid overwhelming him further until the mattress dipped this way and there and a pair of arms embraced you. The foreign feeling of his body against yours made you hold your breath for a second — digesting the unexpected gesture of comfort from Jack and one that you didn't know you needed.
He held you firmly, his head tucked beside yours, eyes scrunched tight as if desperate to make you feel better. Seconds pass before you relent into his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck and burrying yourself away into the nape of his neck. And Jack squeezed you a little tighter.
You and Jack would stay like that for a while. Until your quiet sobs muffled into his shirt quietened down to weak sniffles and your arms loosened, feeling yourself wafting into sleep.
Once Sam came home from his grocery run, he was met by the unsuaul silence and brooding Dean who fixing himself a sandwich.
"Dean, I literally went shopping to cook now why are you-"
"'s not for me." He finished it before pushing it towards Sam, "Mind giving this to Y/n?" It was hardly a question.
The way his brother barely looked at him leaning back with a drink, and the sullenness of his voice, Sam knew something must've happened, "...And why can't you do that?"
"I don't think she's in the mood to talk to be right about now."
Sam walked up to your door, sick with worry and anger to hear what had gone down between you and Dean. The steam from yet another argument with Dean came to a simmer seeing your door not locked but left ajar. He slowed, softly calling out "Y/n?" coming closer he heard not only your soft snores he knew well after years but another's.
Entering he stopped — there you were deep in slumber. And in the arms of the nephilum. Your head lay in the croock of his neck, arms loosely fallen across his torso while his around your shoulders. Sam noted your red eyes and nose, stains of tears that revealed the severity of this argument with Dean had a toll on you. It pained his heart yet seeing Jack with you overturned such hurt — he comforted you. A cosmic being does not need sleep yet Jack visibly chose to rest with you — to show you he cared too. However it there was no doubt you had fallen asleep on him first — a sign of your trust.
The two of you have connected, and Sam quietly left, clicking the door shut with a relief and no plan on letting his older brother know about this.
any scenarios with the swap bros and an s/o swamped with assignments but couldn't find a reason to continue them? like they loved the course but after a while they got really tired and unmotivated?
(Also can I be butterfly anon?)
Ofc! You can darling! My own hellish exams are coming up soon so I'm inspired especially because id love some stretch comfort myself!😌 And I'm not 100 percent sure what you mean by butterfly anon? But suuureee??👀
Unmotivated
Swap bros helping an unmotivated reader headcannons!
Stretch:
Starting off strong with the best boy😌
He'd definitely get worried when he sees you just kinda laying face down on your desk (as anyone would)
He'd pick you up, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his & your shared room and plop you on the bed
He's getting your favorite blanket, favorite snacks, favorite movie and video games and ordering your favorite take out for later
Once your all cozy he snuggles up behind you pressing sweet skele kisses all along your neck, cheek & collarbone
He'll then shower you in praise like "yer doin' so well honey, keep it up because trust me it's all gonna be worth it, promise", (did I forget to mention how amazing he is-)
He won't let you leave your place of pillows and will literally get anything for you, medicine for your sore head gotcha! Need water sure thing! Cuddles on it honey!
Blue:
No, no no, no he's not letting you overwhelm yourself with assignments he knows the're important but what would it hurt for a mental health day
He's taking you outside to go get coffee at muffets while he holds your hand tightly as he gently kisses your cheek
He constantly reminds you about how hard you work and it's ok to take a break every now and then
He takes you home and makes tacos as he dances to your favorite music with you
"Come on sweet pea! Dance with me!" He'll take your hands and kiss all over your face
After all your dancing he's made his tacos and let's you snuggle time your watching TV show
Bruce likes to bargin with kisses. He gets this playful look on his face that makes him look years younger and care free. He likes to snag you around the waist and pepper your face with kisses while he makes his argument.
will ‘kiss’ you ‘kiss’ please ‘kiss’ come ‘kiss’ to ‘kiss’ the ‘kiss’ gala ‘kiss’ with ‘kiss’ me ‘kiss’ please ‘kiss’
It’s important to note that he only uses this with petty disagreements. Major differences in opinions are talked out one on one. You do that in the bedroom, neutral territory. Where you take turns going back and forth. You have rules on listening and not interrupting too!
Would you mind doing fluffy headcannons for child Richter please? Thanks!
Yes... Unpopular opinion but I low key stan Richter.
He's a lil boy with an inferiority complex thanks to KarlWheezer so compliments go a long way with him.
If he's shown the slightest bit if affection, he'll cling onto the person for a very long time.
He loves bubble baths and making sure that the bath tub is overflowing with them.
Richter couldn't sleep without a servant singing a lullaby or reading him a story.
He used to sleep next to Karl whenever he had a nightmare. Back in the day when they had a good relationship.
Absolutely loved old english folk songs and would learn them.
As a child, he's always wanted to get married and he thought that he'd be a loving husband. Then Cordelia existed when no one wanted her to.
Loved getting his hair brushed slowly and gently because he enjoyed the touch and it made him kind of drowsy afterwards.
Had a pet bat which he called Peach.
Painfully shy around strangers, especially adults. Also gets anxious around other children around his age.
Would never turn down a cuddle or a hug.
Hated the way that a lot of the boys clothes looked. He never really cared for the dark colours and uncomfortable textures. And those God awful tights that young boy's used to wear back then.
