Lookism/HtF Ships & Headcanons

You’d been threatening to take your braids out for weeks, you'd been putting it off for way too long. And now it's biting you in the ass. You got them done in Itaewon as a fun little thing, but three months later, your roots were wild, your scalp was over it, and your arms could only handle so much. You made it halfway before your arms gave out. Jagged cut braids littered your lap and the bathroom floor; your fingers were cramped and definitely sore. That’s when you hit up Vasco, because honestly, what are boyfriends for if not manual labor?

So you called Vasco with your hands full of half-loose braids and hair everywhere - “Babe, you busy?”

And that’s really all it took. He showed up ten minutes later, slightly out of breath, barely remembering to take his shoes off, and holding… was that a comb? You didn’t even know he owned a comb.

“Hey! Whoa, you look cool! Is this, like, a new style?”

You just shook your head, laughing - “No, dummy, I’m taking my braids out. Wanna help?”

Vasco’s eyes got HUGE - “Yeah! What do I do?” - He was so eager, he nearly tripped over your pile of old braids getting to you - "Wait...how many braids you got in there?"

You just stared at him for a second, to be honest, you were just as confused too because you definitely lost track - “Vasco, I have, like, sixty. Maybe more. I’m only halfway done."

He nodded, very serious, rolling up his sleeves like this was a boss battle - “Just tell me what to do.”

You hand him a pair of scissors and point to the finished braids already hanging loose - “Okay, see how the end of the braid is different from my real hair? You have to cut below that part, then unbraid it.”

He stares at your head, then at the scissors, then back at you - “Wait… So you don’t braid all this every night?”

You burst out laughing, it was cruel, almost the way you almost fell back from laughing in his face - “Vasco! You thought I grew waist-length braids by myself every day?”

He’s so earnest it’s kind of criminal - “I always thought you just… took them out and put them back in.”

You grinned, shaking your head, then fluffed out your roots - "Babe. Do you see all this new growth? I got a whole afro up here. These are extensions. They don’t magically appear.”

Vasco blushes a little but grins, his ears are red hot with embarrassment. But knowing Vasco, that’s not gonna stop him from at least attempting. You're very protective of your hair, and that extends to who can touch, of course, so it was a given that you'd let Vasco do this for you. He’s gentle with you, and that gentle touch of his extends to your hair. That, and your arms are so fucking tired.

Like clockwork, Vasco proved you right as he then started gently unraveling a braid like he was handling a baby bird - “Wow, your real hair is so soft! Can I touch it more?”

You let him, and he’s careful, but still kind of fumbles through, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth in deep concentration - “Is this right? Did I do it?” - When he finally gets one loose, he lights up, holding it up like a trophy - “Babe! Look! I did one! I’m kinda good at this, huh?”

You couldn’t stop laughing, and he looked so pleased with himself, asking a million questions as he went - “How long did this take you to get done? Can you teach me? How do you even decide what style to do next? Does it hurt? Babe, your curls are so pretty!”

He moves slowly, sometimes getting distracted just running his fingers through your full length and new growth, but he’s so gentle you can’t even be mad about how long it’s taking. And he keeps giving you these little compliments, like, “You look cute like this,” or, “I like your hair all fluffy.”

It takes forever, but when you’re finally done, Vasco helps you shake your hair out, smiling wide as you run your hands through your hair for the first time in months. He leans over, kisses the top of your head, and grins - “You always look good, but this is like, extra good. Next time you want new braids, I’ll help with that, too. Or at least bring snacks.”

You toss a braid at him and laugh - “You better bring snacks. Braiding takes all day, babe.”

He grins even wider - “If it’s with you, I don’t mind at all.”

There was never a clean start to it.

No obvious moment when it began; you just looked at him and just knew. You’ve known Zack since you were both kids. The kind of knowing that sits in your bones. The kind of knowing where you recognize his footsteps before you see him. Zack was always just...there.

Loud. Loyal. Brash. Terrible at texting back. He’d punch anyone who made you cry and then complain about scraping his knuckles. You used to laugh at how much space he took up in a room. You used to roll your eyes when he got all tense and soft about Mira. Yes, Mira. Zack’s been in love with Mira since forever. Everyone knows that. He’s not subtle about it.

And then, somehow, you weren’t laughing anymore.

Both the feeling and the knowing that came with it crept in the way seasons do when they change. gradually until it’s already too cold to wear short sleeves. You started noticing how long his lashes were. How his voice dropped when he was serious. How he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk with you or...her. You thought about telling him. Once. Just once. It was a dumb idea, and you knew it. But it sat there anyway. In your mouth. On your tongue. Growing roots.

He never gave you a reason to hope. He wasn’t cruel, just… constant. Predictable. He called Mira’s name with his whole chest. He smiled at you and meant it, but it was always the kind of smile that made you feel warm. Small. Safe.

Never something someone wanted. So you stayed quiet. Of course you did. And then you started coughing.

It was nothing at first. Easy to ignore. The kind of thing you blamed on the changing weather, or allergies, or too much yelling at a concert you'd never been to. Then came the taste, like soil when you coughed up a petal, it was pink. Tiny. Curled up in your palm like a secret.

You told yourself it was fine. You told yourself it’d pass. You didn't tell anyone, not even your reflection. Especially not him...It’s not like anything could fix it. Not unless Zack loved you back. And well...You learned how to hide it, and you kept hanging around him anyway. Old habits die hard, you suppose. You got good at swallowing petals. Zack never noticed. Why would he? You were still there. Still cracking jokes. Still texting him back after he sent a blurry photo of his lunch, like it was the most important thing in the world.

And Mira...

Mira had a new boyfriend, a polished guy from a Bible study group she had joined; he was nice, apparently. Zack didn’t talk about it much. He got quiet when you brought it up, then changed the subject with a shoulder bump and a half-laugh. You never pushed. You never asked how it made him feel.

You didn’t want to hear the answer. By the time you were coughing into your sleeve between classes, your body already understood what your heart couldn’t admit. He was never going to love you. And it wasn’t a sharp pain. It wasn’t dramatic; it was slow. Dull even, like watching a flower wilt in a room with no sun. Like trying to hold your breath for longer and longer each day, just to see if it’ll hurt less when the air runs out.

You weren’t dying. Not yet, at least, but it was getting harder to lie to yourself. Especially on nights like this, when Zack would walk you home without asking, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his forearms, hands in his pockets, and his face expressionless like he wasn’t thinking about anything. But you were, you were always thinking about something. About how his elbow barely brushed yours when the sidewalk narrowed. About how he glanced sideways at you every now and then, like he was about to say something and changed his mind. You let the silence stretch longer each time. Let the weight of what you didn’t say thicken in the air.

Maybe that was love, too. Not the saying, but the silence between you two. The hiding, or the swallowing. And the way he never noticed, not even when your hand trembled at your side, brushing petals off your jeans.

Hudson Ahn didn’t really do first dates.

Not the kind with a driver pulling up in some quiet black car, not the kind with polished silverware and actual candlelight. But tonight? Yeah. He was doing it. For you.

The restaurant was in Ansan, upscale but not obnoxious. Hudson stepped out of the car first, shoulders relaxed, watch flashing under the streetlights. You watched him adjust his cuffs like it wasn’t even a big deal, but the second your door opened, his eyes flicked up sharp and nervous even. His eyes were just on you.

“You clean up nice” - he said, voice low. No overthinking it. Just real, easy.

But if you looked close, you could tell his ear tips were a little pink. Hudson was cool, but he wasn’t that cool. Not around you.

Inside, it smelled like money and grilled meat. Waiters in black button-ups, menus that didn’t bother putting prices next to anything. Hudson barely glanced at them. You figured Taesoo handled that part.

Hudson didn’t sit until you did. Small thing, but it stuck with you. Classy without even trying too hard. Still, there was that little edge under it all. The way his eyes scanned the room out of habit, the way his thumb tapped against his glass once, twice before stopping himself.

You smiled impishly across the table - “You nervous?”

He scoffed real soft, chin lifting like that was a dumb question - “I don’t really do this type of thing.”

“Same.”

His mouth twitched at that, half a smile, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it out loud.

“I mean…” - you went on - “we’ve hung out before, but that was…This feels different.”

Hudson glanced down for a second. His voice was quieter this time - “Yeah. Different.”

Once the food came out, he pointed things out to you. Real subtle. “That’s house-aged. You can smell the difference.” Or, “That sauce? A little too sweet. You’d probably like it though.”

It wasn’t annoying. If anything, it made the whole thing feel less stiff. Hudson wasn’t trying to impress you with the money or the car. It was the fact that he cared about what you liked.

Halfway through the meal, while you were picking at some side dish, Hudson leaned back in his chair, watching you with that same steady gaze he always had: half bored on the surface, but you knew better now.

“You eat like someone who knows what they want,” - he commented suddenly. Was this his attempt at some date night flirting???

You tilted your head, chewing - “That a good thing?”

“Yeah” - Hudson adjusted in his chair, his nerves were settling despite that attempt, his eyes were warm but unreadable - “It is.”

By the time dessert came around, the place had gotten quieter. You both sat in that easy kind of silence where nobody’s forcing conversation. You were both full, both relaxed, and Hudson wasn’t even tapping his thumb anymore. He was looking at your lips, you reapplied your gloss after the main course, but he liked them bare, not that he would ever admit it.

So he broke the silence instead:

“This doesn’t feel like a first date” - he said - “Feels like... something else.”

You felt your mouth pull into a real smile without meaning to - “Comfortable?”

“Right.”

And for a second, there was nothing between you except candlelight and low music. Hudson’s eyes flicked down to your lips again like he was thinking about it: kissing you, leaning in. His hand flexed once on the table, knuckles tight like he didn’t know if he should move or stay still.

But before he could do anything, the waiter showed up.

“Would you like me to box anything up for you?”

Hudson leaned back in his chair immediately, like nothing happened. Cool again. But there was this look in his eye now, almost annoyed, almost disappointed. You caught it. And so did he.

When the waiter walked away, Hudson glanced at you and shook his head once, voice low like a secret:

“Next time, I’m not waiting that long.”

Looks:

Soooo, much like her make counterpart, Goo wants to stay soft and scarless. However, I think Fem!Goo would also prioritize being soft and plump in all of the right places. SHE’S THICC, there I said it. Slim thicc to be specific. I like to think she’s known for having a big ass in the same way Samantha Seo (Fem!Samuel) is known to have huge tits. Ofc Goo’s got big tits too but its not the focal point lol, she's got a sleeper build for sure. Like she looks all soft and stuff but she def has moments (like male Goo) where her muscle definition shows like when she’s in a fight.

She doesn't care about her roots being visible, if anything she likes when they grow out. However, if Gun makes one too many slick comments, she’ll get a touch up. She def has premium extensions. Think microlinks, they’re practically invisible and are $500 a bundle.

She used to wear press on nails but made the switch to gel when she was 18. I think she likes the western style of long square white french tips. She loves how they match everything she wears.

Fashion:

I think her fashion sense is very similar to her male self, except for how she accessories. Think rings and dainty bracelets. I like to think she’s a silver girlie, she probably thinks that gold clashes with her shade of blonde. I LOVE when Goo wears dress shirts sooo she def wears the same but in an office siren way: cinched tapered waists, sleeves down and slightly over her hands (think mittens but not fully covered bc she thinks thats cringe).

She HATES tights, but wears them for practicality reasons, but for some reason she doesnt wear safety shorts bc who cares lol. Goo’s like: Idc if they see my bits, they’re getting knocked out anyways 🤪

Can fight in high heels, that was something she was eager to learn to do. Taught herself how to fight in heels because she wanted to feel/look cool (and sexy)

She LOVES sharing clothes with Gun, and regardless of Gun's gender in my AU, she’ll brag about picking out the article of clothing and having a matching version.

Favorite Places:

I think Goo has a handful of places she genuinely loves being at. I think her favorite places have to do with the person, or people, she associates the place with.

Much like her male self, Goo likes to shoot the shit in karaoke spots. Be it for the irony of beating up everyone there and using their points for a few songs, or unironically enjoying herself in a booth: Goo loves karaoke places.

Goo loves a good Spa/Sauna. It ties into her wanting to be soft, plump, and visibly taken care of. She thinks trying out different kinds of therapies (sensory, temperature, and pressure) are fun to experiment with solo or with Gun. She's got the time, money, and the platinum membership card lol. The spa gets bonus points if they do her nails.

HOME: Shes not a homebody by any means, but she likes being home for days at a time bc who doesnt? In most of my AU’s, Goo lives with Gun so she's happiest when she's home with Gun doing everything and nothing.

Hobbies:

Weapons collecting!!! I’m sure her male counterpart in canon does the same (Come on PTJ, confirm itttt). She’s spent so much money on her collection so she’s keen on its upkeep.

DDR [Dance Dance Revolution] or Just Dance(on the Wii). Sis loves to dance to old cringy western songs lol. It’s a guilty pleasure so she only does it at night either when she can't sleep or wants to blow off some steam. All I know is that Gun hates the noise.

Infiltrating nerd/incel chatrooms and lurking to see in the insaneo ass things those guys say. Its not just male chatrooms, but girl ones too.

Day Trading: Baby girl is OBSESSED with money. Making it, looking at it, sniffing it, you name it, Goo loves money. And she taught herself how to day trade and doesn't see why finance bros get so stressed about it, she does it recreationally.

You didn’t really plan on ending up here with him. The sky bleeding out in orange and pink like some cliché webtoon background. Johan is seated next to you on a quiet rooftop, arms over his knees, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

Except he wasn’t leaving. And that kind of said everything.

“Sunsets are lame” - he said suddenly. Voice flat.

You didn’t even look at him - “Then why are you still here?”

Silence. Typical.

The wind was light tonight, just enough to make your hair lift and sway. Johan didn’t comment on it but you could feel it: the weight of his gaze shifting between you and the sky, back and forth, like he couldn’t decide which annoyed him more.

You could tell he was thinking too hard. He always did. Johan didn’t know how to just sit and enjoy things. That would mean letting his guard down. That would mean… admitting things out loud.

“Your hair’s messy” - he said next.

You almost laughed - “You’re one to talk.”

Another pause. Longer this time.

When you finally glanced at him, his face was half-shadowed by the orange light. Eyes narrowed. Cheekbones sharp. He really did look like someone who belonged more in a fight than in a sunset moment like this. But he was here anyway. That said something too.

Then, real quiet this time, Johan spoke again:

“Have you always looked like this?”

It threw you off - “Like what?”

He didn’t answer right away. His jaw clenched a little, gaze dropping to your hands folded in your lap, then back up to your face. You waited, curious now. His ears were pink. Barely noticeable, but it was there.

“I don’t know. Just…” - His voice came out lower now, rougher like he was forcing the words through his teeth - “Beautiful. Or whatever.”

That actually made you freeze a little. Johan was many things: violent, closed off, rude as hell, but straightforward romantically wasn’t usually one of them.

You tilted your head. Smiling. Not teasing. Not really - “That hard to say?”

“Shut up” - he muttered, turning his face away like he wasn’t the one who started it.

For a second, it felt weirdly fragile between you both. Like if you said the wrong thing, he’d get up and leave. Like if you said the right thing, he might stay forever.

You leaned your shoulder lightly into his. Not enough to push him off balance. Just enough to touch - “You’ve always looked good too, you know.”

Now he really was blushing. You could feel the heat coming off him. Johan didn’t answer that, of course he didn’t, but his hand shifted on his knee until his pinky brushed against yours. Barely there. Testing.

The sun dipped lower. The sky going softer, purple now.

You both just sat there, quiet again, except this time it wasn’t tense. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just… peaceful.

Johan’s voice broke it after a while, quieter than before:

“I didn’t really notice before.”

“What?”

He didn’t look at you when he said it, just kept staring ahead. “You. I guess. I never really looked until now.”

That actually hit a little deeper than you thought it would. Because Johan wasn’t the kind of person who said things he didn’t mean. Ever.

You swallowed once. Smiling a little softer - “And now?”

Now he did look at you. Full-on. Eyes steady like he’d made up his mind about something. His voice wasn’t rough this time. Just honest:

“Now I can’t not.”

That was the most Johan Seong way of confessing something. Awkward. Blunt. Completely ruining the moment and making it better at the same time.

You didn’t say anything after that. Just leaned into him again, this time a little heavier. Letting your head fall against his shoulder while the last bit of sunlight disappeared behind the buildings.

And Johan didn’t push you off. Didn’t complain.

He just let it happen.

Which, for him, meant everything.

SFW HCs

He doesn't talk much, but he's always watching. You’ll think he’s ignoring you until you say something dumb and he corrects you word for word. Yeah. He heard all of it.

He walks behind you in crowds. Not beside, not ahead. Always behind holding some part of you, always close. If anyone touches you, it’s their last mistake. (Scary dog privileges, I see 😏)

Let’s be so fr, Gitae doesn’t really know how to compliment you if not a sex thing. The closest you’ll get is him staring too long at your lips before stiffly observing - “that color looks fine on you.”

This mf smells you. Not like a little sniff, but taking in big huffs of your scent whenever you’re close. He doesn’t acknowledge that he does it, and it’s almost to a funny degree lol - “Smelling you? Don’t flatter yourself, Y/N”

He watches you sleep, but I bet you knew that lol. He’s a busy guy so he’s not in bed with you every night, you get that. But sometimes you’ll wake up to him fully dressed, sitting in a chair, just… staring. “You snore” - he says, muses with that lopsided grin.

He shows off in the oddest ways. Leaving his bloodied clothes where you can see them, let’s you hold his hands so you can ‘study’ the callouses on them. Brags about his kills and low-key lives for your reactions. Def lets you LOOK at the axe, NEVER TOUCH IT.

He’s not touchy in public. But the one time someone made you uncomfortable at a bar, he was at their neck before you even stood up.

He’ll do stuff for you then pretend he didn’t. Your favorite snack randomly shows up in your fridge? - “I didn’t buy that. Must’ve been the wind.”

He won’t say he missed you. But he’ll kiss the inside of your wrist like he’s starved (he is). Quiet. Eyes lowered.

He acts like you’re a nuisance but lets you hang around anyway. You crash at his place and he sighs real dramatic but moves over to make room on the bed.

NSFW HCs

Gitae is mean in bed. Not degrading, just cold - “Is that all it takes?” while he’s three fingers deep, tone flat like he’s bored. But trust me he isn’t. He could def be meaner, but you gotta ask for that kind of treatment.

He likes having you ride him while he stays still. Arms crossed behind his head, lazy stare, waiting until you get too slow then snapping his hips up once, hard enough to make your vision white out.

He leaves marks on purpose. Doesn’t care if it’s obvious. Bites your shoulder. Bruises your hips. When you point them out later, he just shrugs like that’s your problem now.

Low moans, deep grunts. Quiet until he’s close, then he’s all sharp exhales and curses under his breath like he hates how good it feels.

Say bye to your cervix lolol. He hits so deep on purpose. Rough, heavy strokes that drag all the way out before slamming right back in. It certainly doesn’t help that he’s girth has hell 🤤

Gitae needs to see you, ALL of you. He prefers low lighting when yall fuck, it’s really nice tbh. He barely blinks when you writhe or tear up a little, he just holds your thighs tighter and gazes at your slick body through his hazy vision.

He’s obsessed with your reactions. You twitch? You cry? He slows down and does it again. Watches your face the whole time, serious as hell.

Mirrors. Always. He’s got one on the ceiling. Full-lengths in the room. Likes making you watch yourself. Especially when he’s got you bent over, one hand in your hair.

Post-nut clinginess he’ll never admit to. He keeps his half-hard/softening cock inside afterwards, his hand low on your stomach, breathing even and low but like he’s trying to breathe you in. It’s so sensual, it almost makes you forget that he just broke your back on his cock.

Eli

Flirting Style: Smooth, attentive, and giving

Gives you the quiet eye contact and sweet half-smile that melts panties

Lowkey flexes how good he is with kids (“Yenna made you a drawing… I helped her, but don’t tell her I said that”)

Will say “you’re beautiful” once, then act like it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing because

His love language is offering you food and asking how your day was with full attention and active listening.

Protective but not overbearing. Will bodyblock a falling shelf and act like it’s just another Tuesday.

Bonus: If you touch his arm while laughing? Play with his hair? Be a good presence in Yenna’s life? Game over. He’s yours.

Gun

Flirting Style: Intense eye contact and threats that sound like proposals

“I don’t need a partner. I need someone who can keep up.” (Translation: I want you.)

Doesn’t smile, but you know when he’s into you because he starts looking at you like you’re prey, and HE IS STARVING.

Gifts you things that don’t feel romantic… until you realize no one else gets them. Like a new phone. Or a whole ass penthouse (to act grown in).

“You need discipline” - he’ll say after fixing your form at the gym, his hands lingering longer than necessary.

Bonus: He purposely loses at video games he’s previously beaten. Not because he can’t win, but because your grin when you win is more satisfying than victory.

Goo

Flirting Style: Chaos and catcalling, but make it charming

Will call you every nickname in the book. “Sugar tits,” “baby shark,”or “wifey” - he’s def testing which one makes you react.

Pulls pranks just to hear you laugh… or scream. Either works for him.

Gets jealous easily but pretends it’s a joke (“Oh, he looked at you? I’ll murder him, Y/N. kidding! Unless…”)

If he’s quiet for longer than 10 seconds around you, it means he’s either in love or planning something stupid. Or both.

Bonus: He’ll flirt with everyone to throw you off. But only you get the soft, sleepy Goo voice at 3AM.

James Lee / Diego Kang

Flirting Style: Elegant, detached… until you touch him.

Doesn’t flirt traditionally. He just shows up, stares at you from across the room, and somehow leaves you breathless. (Not too far from canon lol)

Compliments feel like confessions: “You’re a distraction. And I hate distractions. But I keep looking at you.”

Will not initiate physical touch, but if you do? He’s not letting go for anything.

Dangerously polite. Opens doors, holds your coat, corrects your form at the private gym he booked for just the two of you. You’ll think he’s just being nice until he says something like - “I dreamt about you...again”

Bonus: One kiss and he starts spiraling privately. He’ll still act cool. He’s not lol

Ryuhei Kuroda

Flirting Style: Bully-to-lover with unhinged fixation energy

Constantly bothers you. Flicks your hair. Steals your pen. Won’t stop poking your buttons.

“Dumbass. You’re too cute when you’re mad.”

Treats you like a game until the moment someone else flirts with you, then it’s not a game anymore.

You get under his skin in ways he hates. And craves. He’d rather eat nails than admit he’s blushing.

Bonus: He’ll fake-disgusted moan if you touch him - “Ew, you’re touching me? Are we dating now or something?” (he hopes yes)

Hudson

Flirting Style: Gentle loyalty with hints of angst

He watches you with sharp eyes but speaks softly. He doesn’t talk much but when he does, it’s only to you. He also never brings up his street life because he thinks it’ll ruin how you see him (it won’t lol)

“Need anything?” - sounds sooo casual, but it means he’s already halfway to solving your problems before you finish answering.

The kind to memorize your favorite snacks, the exact way you like your tea, your allergies. Acts like it’s no big deal. (He gives your snack choices +100 points even if he doesn’t like them)

Protective as hell. If you so much as stub your toe, he’s ready to declare war on gravity.

Bonus: When he finally touches you, it’s hesitant and reverent—like you’re sacred. His ears might go red.