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can I get headcanons for Ethan or Hal with a very doting and motherly girlfriend, please? :333
of course!! these two don’t get nearly enough recognition in this fandom i fear 🥲
Ethan Robinson and Hal Esposito x motherly, doting GF!Reader
Ethan Robinson:
- Ethan Robinson has always lived halfway inside his own mind. One foot in Bullworth Academy, the other planted firmly in an endless reel of low-budget kung fu movies that color everything he sees. In his head, there’s dramatic lighting no matter the time of day. The halls of Bullworth stretch wider than they really are, every bell ringing like a cue, every shove or side-eye translating into a challenge that must be answered. He moves through school half-expecting a rival to leap out from behind a locker, or a slow-motion showdown to break out by the bike racks.
- You learn this pretty quickly. He talks big — about the Crane, the Tiger, the Frog, whatever style he’s “perfecting” this week — and throws himself into practice with wild enthusiasm and very little self-preservation. To most people, it’s all bluster. A Bully acting tough while throwing the same wild and sloppy punches as the rest of them. But Ethan isn’t lying. He believes it. Every dramatic word, every exaggerated story, every half-remembered movie quote stitched into his own life. Belief is how he survives. Belief is how he makes sense of a world that’s never truly taken responsibility for him.
- Every interaction in his life has been reactive — people responding to the noise he makes, the spectacle he creates. People only notice him when he’s swinging or shouting, so he learned early that pain is the price of being seen. He views his body as something expendable, something to throw into lockers and concrete and other kids’ fists in exchange for a moment of relevance. He never stretches, never rests, trains until his knuckles split and his shoulders lock up, then tapes himself together and calls it discipline. Still, no one ever looks at him and thinks this boy needs to be taken care of. Until you.
- You don’t come crashing into his life. You don’t challenge him or laugh at him or ask him to prove anything. You just notice things. You notice how he forgets to eat when he’s been “training” all day. How he never warms up, never cools down, never gives his body a break. One day there’s a snack pressed into his hand. Another day, a bottle of water. Then a calm, steady voice saying, “Sit. Five minutes. Then you can go back to whatever it is you’re doing.” He listens before he even realizes he’s decided to.
- There’s something about you that short-circuits his usual expectations. You don’t tease. You don’t scold. You don’t sound impressed or annoyed. You talk to him like his body matters — like it’s something to take care of, not just throw into walls for fun. Ethan has no defenses for that. None at all.
- You see the details no one else does. The way he rolls his shoulders like they ache. How he flexes his fingers between classes, jaw tight, like he’s counting down the minutes until he can hit something again. The scabs that never quite heal because he keeps reopening them. “Ethan,” you murmur one afternoon, gently catching his wrist before he can pull away. “Your hands are a mess, baby. Let me help you.” He goes completely still. Not tense—frozen. Like he’s waiting for the punchline. “…I’m good,” he says automatically, softer than he means it. Less sure.
- You don’t argue. You don’t rush. You guide him to sit, pulling bandages from your bag and wrapping his hands carefully, like this is normal, like he’s allowed to need this. He watches your fingers the whole time, heart loud in his ears, afraid to move in case the moment breaks.
- After that, the little things start adding up. You straighten his collar when it’s crooked. Brush lint off his shirt. Tug his gloves onto his hands in winter because he always forgets them. When he complains, it’s half-hearted. “C’mon, I’m fine.” “I know,” you answer gently. “Still.” That word sticks with him. Care without conditions. Care without payment.
- His obsession with martial arts isn’t really about violence. It’s about control. Order. Becoming someone worthy of respect. Kung fu movies taught him that warriors are disciplined, focused, honorable — that suffering is a path to meaning, and he’s held onto that lesson for years. You listen when he rambles about chi and fighting styles, nodding like it all matters because it matters to him. You ask questions. You let him talk himself in circles. Sometimes you gently suggest safer ways to practice, or movies that actually explain technique, and he takes it seriously — because it came from you.
- He practices near you, always within eyesight as he shows off new “moves”, glancing over mid-pose to see if you’re watching. His heart races every time he catches your eye. When he wobbles or nearly eats pavement, your hands are already there to steady his shoulders. “Slow down,” you tell him softly. “Breathe first.” No one has ever framed restraint as strength for him before. The idea settles deep, heavy and strange, and he thinks about it long after you’ve gone.
- Once Ethan realizes your care isn’t a joke or a trick, he stays. Soon, he walks you between classes without comment. Stands close enough that your shoulders brush. He never says why, he just feels better when you’re near. At night, when he’s worn out and quiet for once, he leans into you like he’s still surprised you don’t move away. You smooth his curls back absentmindedly, let him rest his head on your shoulder. Sometimes you press small kisses to his cheek or his jaw, gentle and unassuming.
- Little by little, Ethan’s bullying starts to feel off to him. Less satisfying. When you talk about strength as protection instead of domination, he latches onto the idea fiercely. He still postures, still talks big — but now there’s hesitation. When the Bullies push someone too far, Ethan pauses. He starts redirecting himself. Putting distance between the chaos and the kid who doesn’t deserve it. Dressing it up as “discipline” so he can live with it — but the change is real.
- One evening, half-asleep beside you, he murmurs, barely audible, “One day… I’ma master my style for real. The Devastator ain’t just for hurtin’ people. I’ll protect you from anything.” You kiss his forehead and tell him he already does. He hums, thoughtful, and drifts off with his weight warm and solid against you.
- Ethan Robinson has always lived in fantasy because reality never offered him gentleness. With you, he doesn’t have to perform. He doesn’t have to bleed to be worthy of care. He learns — slowly, clumsily — that being looked after doesn’t make him weak. It gives him somewhere safe to lay his strength down and let himself soften, suddenly a boy rather than a warrior.
Hal Esposito:
- Hal Esposito learned early that if the world believed it was entitled to opinions about bodies like his, he might as well beat them to it. So he moves fast. Faster than people expect. Loves that exact moment when someone underestimates him and reality snaps back into place — the surprise when he charges, when his weight turns into momentum instead of mockery. He cracks jokes about his weight before anyone else can. Leans into the threat of it. Makes it absurd, makes it funny, makes it his. If people are going to stare, he’ll give them a show worth staring at.
- But confidence like that doesn’t come from nowhere. The leather jacket’s always a little too tight, the cigarette tucked behind his ear like he’s auditioning for some old-school tough guy role. It’s all deliberate. Armor, really. Built layer by layer, joke by joke, until the soft parts are buried deep enough that nobody can poke them. What no one ever asks is how tiring that gets.
- Hal is used to feeding himself. Emotionally as much as physically. If something hurts, he eats. If he’s uncomfortable, he jokes. If the world presses in, he makes himself bigger — louder, harder to move, impossible to ignore. It’s instinct now. Survival dressed up as bravado.
- Then there’s you. You don’t approach him like he’s a spectacle or a threat. You don’t test him, don’t hover, don’t look like you’re bracing for impact. You just sit beside him. Close enough that your shoulder brushes his arm, casual like it’s always been that way. Like his presence doesn’t need explaining or justifying. That alone throws him.
- You don’t pretend his size doesn’t exist — but you don’t make it the point, either. You pull him into conversations naturally, share space with him without hesitation, talk to him instead of around him. He notices that you don’t pause before leaning in, don’t adjust yourself like you’re unsure. You just belong there. And somehow, by extension, so does he.
- You never police what he eats. Never turn food into a moral issue. You don’t watch his hands or comment on portions. Instead, meals become something shared. Sometimes you bring him his favourites — cheeseburgers still warm in their paper, fries tucked in the bag like an afterthought you remembered because you care. Sometimes you just sit close while he eats, leaning lightly into his side like his weight is something you trust. When he reaches for food because he’s hurting, you don’t stop him. You check in. A soft, easy, “You okay, babe?” that gives him room to answer — or not.
- The first time he admits, half-joking and half dead serious, that he eats to “mask emotional pain”, he expects you to laugh it off. Or get awkward. Or start worrying out loud like it’s a problem to fix. You just nod. Maybe squeeze his hand. “That makes sense,” you say gently. “A lot of people do.” That simple acceptance hits harder than any reassurance ever could.
- Hal’s used to attraction being weird around him. Either people fixate on his size in a way that feels invasive, or they won’t look past it at all. He knows the categories. He learned not to ask for softness because softness rarely comes without strings. But with you, his body isn’t a spectacle.
- You touch him like you expect him to be solid — like that solidity is comforting. Your hands rest easily on his arm, his back, his waist. When you hug him, you don’t hesitate or adjust; you sink in. Sometimes you lean your full weight into him without thinking, trusting he’ll hold you. He always does. Every time, it does something small but powerful to his chest.
- Hal’s never really had someone take charge of him gently. Authority usually comes with judgment — rules, lectures, expectations. With you, it’s different. You notice when he’s had a bad day before he says anything: his jokes get sharper, his appetite quicker, his posture more rigid. So you sit him down. Pull him close. Run your hand slow and steady over his back until his breathing evens out. He melts every single time, like his body’s been waiting for permission to rest. It’s only afterward that it hits him how badly he needed that.
- His care, in return, is practical and sincere. Food is his first language of affection. He notices when you haven’t eaten and offers something without thinking. Over time, you gently teach him that sometimes what you need isn’t a meal — it’s rest, or reassurance, or him sitting beside you, solid and unmoving, so you don’t feel like you’re holding everything alone. He learns, slowly but earnestly.
- Hal isn’t the type to make big emotional speeches, but the important stuff slips out anyway when he’s relaxed — between bites of a burger, or when you’re leaning against him somewhere quiet. He admits he knows people judge him. That he jokes first because it gives him control. That sometimes he wonders if he’d be easier to love if he took up less space. You don’t rush to contradict him. You answer honestly. You tell him you like the way he fills rooms. The way his laugh carries. The way his presence makes things feel grounded and safe. He goes quiet after that — not upset. Just sitting with it, turning it over, letting himself want to believe it.
- Once he feels secure, his affection turns deeply domestic. He likes being useful — bringing things, hovering when you’re tired, checking in — but he also likes being looked after. Likes when you tell him to drink water. When you check his temperature with your hands. When you rest your head on his chest and sigh like that’s exactly where you’re supposed to be.
- With you, he doesn’t have to armor up so hard. You’ll tell him if something’s wrong — and you’ll still stay. When he admits small truths about shame or doubt, you listen. You kiss his temple. You tell him he’s safe. That he’s good. It steadies him in a way nothing else ever has. “You make me feel like I don’t gotta prove anything,” he says once, voice low.
- Hal Esposito built a life around being impossible to ignore — bigger, louder, harder to hurt. With you, he doesn’t have to perform or deflect. He can be big and soft and stubborn and affectionate all at once. A boy who eats his feelings, loves deeply, and is finally learning what it feels like to be cared for without conditions. And he returns that care the only way he knows how: consistently, solidly, and with his whole heart.
Um.. jimmy hopkins bf headcanons? If you want to tell them, ofc
of course!! (these are probably a little out of character so i do apologise but i was in the mood to write something fluffy but still with a little angst because idk im indecisive. hopefully my self indulgence isnt too noticeable 🙂↕️)
Jimmy Hopkins as your BF HCs!
- Jimmy Hopkins is the kind of boy people think they understand at a glance — short fuse, quicker fists, sharp mouth. But living beside him, loving him, you realize how wrong that first impression is.
- Jimmy is deeply intelligent, and with you he lets it show more openly because he doesn’t feel like he has to play dumb or tough. You hear the clever remarks, the quiet insights, the observations that make you stop and think, oh — he’s really sharp. He’s good at logic, problem-solving, seeing patterns others miss. Being understood on that level is rare for him, and once he realizes you see both his mind and his heart, he trusts you with them completely.
- Academically, he surprises people. He does better in class than he lets on, especially when something can be broken down practically. When you struggle, he helps without judgment — explaining things in ways that actually make sense, relating concepts to real life. Staying patient, and teasing gently but never cruelly. Studying with him is unexpectedly effective, and sometimes even fun. “Think of it like this,” he says, and suddenly it clicks.
- Despite claiming he’s “not an art guy,” he doodles constantly. His notebooks are full of sarcastic cartoons, teachers exaggerated into caricatures, sketches of Bullworth’s corners — and eventually, you. Drawings he insists aren’t that good, but somehow capture you perfectly anyway.
- People call him a tough guy, but Jimmy is quietly empathetic. He understands fear, humiliation, and powerlessness because he’s lived them. That’s why he defends weaker kids — not because he wants to be a hero, but because he notices unfairness instinctively. Loyalty and fairness matter deeply to him, even if he never dresses those values up in pretty words. Betrayal cuts him hard for that reason. That same empathy extends to you in subtle, constant ways.
- He notices the small things. A change in your mood before you name it. New shoes. A different way you style your hair (unless you’re bald like him idk). He doesn’t always comment, but he adjusts himself around you without thinking — softer voice, closer presence, quieter humor when you need it.
- Jimmy shows love through actions more than words. He fixes problems before you even realize they exist. Walks you to class without making a thing of it. Just “happens” to be nearby when someone’s bothering you. Carries your books. Fixes your bike with the skills he gained from shop class. Brings back your favorite snack when he’s been out, even if it means going out of his way. Somewhere along the line, he learned that being useful is how you earn the right to stay — and that belief runs deep.
- He likes routines when you’re involved. Meeting you at the same place after class. Sitting on the same bench. Walking familiar paths around campus. It gives him something steady, something predictable to anchor himself to.
- Jimmy never says it outright, but part of him is always waiting for the moment you decide he’s too much trouble. Being left at Bullworth by his mother hurt more than he’ll ever fully admit. He jokes about it, shrugs it off, insults his stepdad — but the truth slips out late at night in fragments. Half-sentences. Mutters. Confessions said while staring at the floor instead of your face. That day taught him that love can be temporary, conditional, inconvenient. Because of that, he treats affection like a job he has to keep earning. If he protects you, fixes things, takes hits for you — maybe you won’t leave too.
- Arguments with Jimmy flare fast. His frustration comes out sharp before he can stop it — raised voice, rough words he doesn’t fully mean. The second he sees your reaction, guilt hits him hard. He storms off to cool down, then comes back quieter, shoulders tense, voice low and honest. His apologies aren’t always polished — sometimes just a muttered “I didn’t mean that” — but they’re sincere. He always takes responsibility.
- Emotionally, Jimmy is more mature than most kids at Bullworth — he just lacks the language for it. He feels deeply and intensely, but explaining those feelings makes him defensive. Sarcasm becomes his shield when he doesn’t know how to say “I’m scared of losing you.”
- He’s more affectionate than he pretends. Casually touchy. Sitting close enough that your shoulders brush. An arm around your waist as you walk. A steady hand at your back when you stop. One of his favorite gestures is resting his forehead against yours — grounding himself, making sure you’re really there. Especially after arguments, when emotions are still buzzing but he wants closeness more than distance.
- Kisses start a little awkward, a little rough — like he’s unsure what to do with tenderness. But once he relaxes, they soften. He slows down, checks in without words, keeps a firm hand at your waist like he’s anchoring himself. Sometimes he presses quick, absent-minded kisses to your temple or forehead when he thinks you aren’t paying attention — instinctive flashes of affection that make him blush when you catch him.
- When you’re upset, Jimmy doesn’t always try to fix it with words. He knows sometimes there aren’t words. Instead, he pulls you into his chest, arms firm and warm, chin resting on your head. He stays still and present until you calm down. He’s always warmer than you expect — stocky build, strong arms, solid presence. His hugs feel safe, and he never lets go first.
- Lazy afternoons are his favorite — no fights to pick, no problems to solve. Just sitting together on the grass or tucked away somewhere quiet. He leans into you without thinking, legs tangled, head on your shoulder. In those moments, he looks younger, lighter, like the weight of Bullworth finally slips off him.
- He falls asleep easily around you, which surprises him. He’s used to being alert, half-awake, listening for trouble. But with you nearby — your breathing steady, your hand familiar — his body relaxes on instinct. It’s one of the safest he’s ever felt, even if he never says it out loud.
- When he’s genuinely happy, he gets playful in small, soft ways. Bumping your shoulder. Stealing your things just to give them back. Repeating a joke because he liked the way you laughed the first time. Real laughter — the kind where you can’t stop smiling — is one of his favorite sounds, and he’ll chase it without admitting why.
- He pretends he doesn’t care about birthdays or holidays, but when one comes around, he shows up awkwardly prepared. A candy bar. A dumb little trinket. Something he fixed up himself. He watches your reaction closely, like your smile matters more than the gift.
- Music matters to him more than most things. Sharing earbuds with you. Letting you pick songs even if he complains about your taste. Late nights in dorm rooms or one of his many safehouses, talking about nothing while the world feels far away — those are the moments his guard drops completely.
- Jimmy is used to relationships being transactional. Prove yourself. Earn trust. Lose it. Repeat. So sometimes you have to remind him — gently, patiently — that what you have isn’t like that. That he doesn’t have to keep proving his worth. That he belongs. That he’s chosen not because he’s useful, not because he’s strong, but because he’s him.
- It takes time, but once he understands you’re not leaving — not when he’s angry, not when he’s failing, not when he’s doing nothing at all — his walls start to come down. He laughs more easily. His shoulders stay relaxed longer. He stops scanning every room the second he enters.
- And when those walls fall? Jimmy Hopkins loves hard. Loyal to a fault. Protective. Soft in the moments that matter most. If Bullworth is his last chance, then you are his first real choice — and that means more to Jimmy than he could ever say out loud.
Can I request the greasers with a little/younger sibling?
of course!! thank you for the ask! (i honestly felt super inspired by this, so i might make a second set of hcs for this idea with like how the greasers are with their sibling now vs childhood. depends how well this one is received lol)
Greasers with a little/younger sibling HCs!
Johnny Vincent:
Sorry for the radio silence guys!! Right now i’m working on asks that i should have posted wayyy sooner because i’ve realised that if i keep on writing and rewriting things constantly to make them “better” i won’t ever actually get anywhere. I think i need to learn that sometimes my work won’t always be the best and to be okay with that. Sorry for the rant - your support means so much to me!!
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can you do the V word
say less twin 🫡 (and omg im SO sorry to have kept u waiting so long i have like ten other requests im currently working on)
Justin Vandervelde x Bif Taylor HCs
(or not? kinda reads like a poorly written fanfic if u squint but we ball)
- Justin swore he only lingered at the boxing ring to critique form. Precision, discipline, the aesthetic of sport — that was what drew him, surely. Then Bif landed a knockout punch that echoed like thunder through the gym, and Justin forgot what he’d been saying mid-sentence.
Can you do Beatrice, Earnest and Pete with a badass gf? Like "they asked for no pickles" dynamic and she beat the shit out of whoever bothers them
thank you for the ask!! i actually tried to be nice to earnest for this one.
📚 Beatrice, Pete and Earnest x Badass!GF Reader HCs 📚
Beatrice Trudeau:
- Beatrice did not expect her love life to look like this. Statistically speaking, romance was supposed to come after she got into medical school, after she finished at least one research project, and after she single-handedly cured cancer to prove her point. She had a plan. A ten-year plan. And then you suplexed someone because they called her “metal mouth,” and she felt her entire frontal cortex misfire.
hi twin
heyyy twin!!
Preps with a punk bf?
of course!! this was such a fun one to think about, thank you for requesting (and apologies for the HORRENDOUSLY long wait! ive been on vacation and trying to work on improving my writing style before i went back to college 🥲) also, fair warning, this is a diabolically long post. i wouldn’t usually make one this long, but i was inspired!!
💎 Preppies x Punk!BF Reader HCs 💎
Derby Harrington:
- Derby absolutely hates how much he’s attracted to you at first. You’re loud, rebellious, and unapologetically unpolished — a walking affront to everything he was raised to admire. You talk back, dress like you’ve declared war on Aquaberry, and clearly don’t come from money (or maybe you just don’t care about flaunting it). It drives him insane — and yet, he keeps showing up wherever you are.
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my fem!gary cosplay so far
looks darker in the photo than it does irl but i dont think i got the right colour sweater and i dont know if its giving what i want it to give honestly. 😭
was watching rabbit island japan and these cuties reminded me of the boys!!
guys do you see it too
Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!
thank you guysssss!! <3
Hello I was wondering if you do general headcannons? Me and my friend were talking about bully yesterday and we realised that most of the characters seem to be only children? So we were wondering like what would some of them be like as older or younger siblings and I’d like to ask for your take on Pete Jimmy and Gary as older or younger siblings. Feel free to ignore this if. you want I totally unserstand.
hey!! first off, thank you so much for the ask. this is such a fun topic and one i hadn’t thought about much before, so i really appreciate you sending it in. i think i wrote these a little harsh so if you wanted them to be softer hcs then i do apologise. 😭
anyway, here’s my take on this!
Jimmy, Gary and Pete as older/younger siblings HCs!
Jimmy Hopkins (Older Sibling):
- Surprisingly protective, even if he acts indifferent at times.
- He’d teach his younger sibling how to fight or stand up for themselves, especially if they were being bullied.
- Might get into trouble for starting fights on their behalf.
- Could be a little bossy or short-tempered, especially if he’s stressed from his own messes, but deep down he takes the older brother role seriously — maybe because he didn’t have anyone to look out for him growing up.
- If the sibling looked up to him, he'd try to act a little more responsibly around them (as much as Jimmy can manage).
Jimmy Hopkins (Younger Sibling):
- Very independent — probably got used to taking care of himself early on, especially if his older sibling was neglectful or absent.
- Resentful if the older sibling tried to parent him, but secretly craved their attention or approval.
- Might have picked up bad habits from an older sibling, or rebelled against them entirely.
- If the older sibling was supportive, though? He'd be fiercely loyal to them — maybe even to the point of idolizing them.
Gary Smith (Older Sibling):
- Extremely manipulative — would treat his younger sibling like a pawn or sidekick.
- Depending on how Gary felt that day, he might either treat them like a mini-me protégé, or a threat to his superiority.
- Would torment the hell out of them, especially if they got praise or attention he thought he deserved.
- On the rare occasion he is nice, it would come with strings attached.
- That said, if anyone outside the family hurt his sibling, Gary would probably go to great lengths to “defend” them — partly out of warped love, partly out of control.
Gary Smith (Younger Sibling):
- He’d have a huge inferiority complex, especially if the older sibling was successful or popular.
- Might start out idolizing them, then slowly begin to resent them and try to outdo them in every way.
- Would absolutely plot against them if he felt they were overshadowing him.
- Alternatively, if his older sibling was awful or abusive, that could be a huge factor in his psychological decline — he might see manipulation as the only way to survive.
Pete Kowalski (Older Sibling):
- Super caring and supportive — the kind of older sibling who helps with homework, talks through problems, and makes a safe space.
- He’d probably be overprotective in quiet ways, like warning teachers or older kids to leave his younger sibling alone.
- Might struggle with setting boundaries if the younger sibling became too dependent on him, since he’s used to being a follower.
- If the sibling got bullied, Pete might feel personally responsible and guilty. The last thing he wants is for them to go through the same loneliness and insecurity he felt at Bullworth.
- May be the type to do little things behind the scenes to make his sibling’s life easier without taking credit.
Pete Kowalski (Younger Sibling):
- Very sweet and kind, but possibly overlooked or dismissed, especially if his older sibling was more outgoing.
- If the older sibling was good to him, Pete would be loyal and try hard to impress them.
- If the older sibling was a jerk, he might become more withdrawn or anxious but still look up to them a lot, even when he’s clearly being taken advantage of (similar to how he follows Gary around).
- Could eventually find strength in carving out his own identity, especially if his sibling set a tough standard to live up to.
heyyy, i’m thinking about doing a fem version of gary for cosplay and i’m kinda stuck on how to pull it off lol. any tips on styling the outfit or makeup to make it work?
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guys i saw this on pinterest yesterday and it’s literally perfect down to the names and everything so i made something lol.
i imagine jimmy sent this to gary as a group text with the clique leaders.
Can I request headcanons for Hal Esposito or Lucky De Luca being a caretaker, please?
thank you for the request, honey! (i decided to do some headcanons for both, i hope that’s okay.)
🚬 Caregiver!Hal Esposito & Lucky De Luca x Regressor!Reader HCs 🚬
Hal Esposito (Caregiver):
- Hal is surprisingly gentle when it comes to taking care of someone who regresses — he knows what it’s like to carry insecurities and tries his best to make you feel safe and loved. He’s constantly checking in with you, asking things like, “You good, kiddo? Need anythin’?” to make sure you’re doing alright.
- He really likes when you sit and eat with him because food is one of the ways he shows care. He’ll happily share snacks with you, especially cheeseburgers, but if you’re not into greasy food he’ll awkwardly try to find something softer or more comforting for you (like mac & cheese or pudding cups).
- Hal thinks being a caregiver is mostly about keeping you safe, so he gets very protective to the point of threatening anyone who teases you — he’ll throw around lines like, “You want me to sit on ya? Thought not.” to chase bullies away.
- Despite his tough-guy Greaser image, he actually melts when you ask him to read to you or watch cartoons together. He might act embarrassed about it at first, but deep down he loves having an excuse to enjoy “kid stuff” without judgment.
- If you ever get insecure while regressed, Hal is quick to reassure you. He knows what it’s like to feel different, so he’ll squeeze your hand and mutter, “Don’t let nobody make you feel down, alright? You’re perfect the way you are.”
- He would also absolutely use his big frame as a sort of “fort” for you — letting you curl up next to him or even hiding you behind him if you’re feeling shy.
Lucky De Luca (Caregiver):
- Lucky takes his “responsibilities” super seriously, so he slips into the caregiver role naturally. He thinks it’s like holding down an honest job: if you’re going to do it, you do it right.
- He insists on setting routines, like nap times, snack breaks, or even a daily walk. If you try to argue, he’ll give you the most smug little lecture about “structure builds character” before tucking you in anyway.
- Lucky loves practical caregiving acts: making you sandwiches, tying your shoelaces, carrying your bag, because it lets him feel useful and dependable. He’ll likely also brag about being “the best caregiver you could ask for”, half-joking, half genuinely convinced. He definitely thinks he’s acing it.
- He gets easily irritated if anyone teases you while you’re regressed. He’ll puff up and act like he’s about to throw hands… even though his fighting skills are just okay. (It’s the thought that counts!)
- He’ll hype you up constantly, saying stuff like, “You’re doin’ so great, kiddo”, because he genuinely believes encouragement can change the world.
- Deep down, he likes how being your caregiver makes him feel more mature than the other Greasers. It’s his little way of proving he’s not just another tough guy hanging around the shop class lot.
- In the end, they’ll both swear up and down they’re just “lookin’ out for ya”, but everyone knows they’ve got a soft spot a mile wide when it comes to you.
