#MY BRAIN LITERALLY FLATLINES WHEN I SEE THEM IN THIS OUTFIT

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Random headcanons;

⌑ Nsfw/Sfw?: SFW

⌑ Reader?: No

⌑ Genre?: Fluff, headcanons

⌑ Editted?: in the process...

Characters: Romeo, Juliet, Tybalt, Benvolio

ㄨ Romeo

⁺ Although extremely stupid- as exhibited from his irrational behavior, I believe he actually learns quite quickly.

⁺ When he was dancing at the Capulet part (1968 film), he learned quickly how to dance, although a bit poorly.

⁺ Anyways, he'd be the type to mess up a bit, glance over to someone else doing the same thing and then copy off from them.

Has probably tripped once or twice and always snaps his head back to blame someone for tripping. (Tybalt has been there once or twice...)

Secret handshakes with Mercutio and Benvolio- sometimes making one that requires all three present at once.

Everytime he's scolded his brain just. Flatlines. He literally doesn't take anything in. (Although a lesson not to do whatever got him in trouble in the first place.)

Plucks flowers from gardens to gift to Mercutio/Benvolio as a joke- more seriously to Juliet (..or yourself, if you'd like).

Every time he writes letters to specifically his friends, he adds a small " ! " to his signature.

Has so many inside jokes..

If he were to fall/trip, he'd fall right on his face. I don't make the rules. (I do)

When Romeo is happy, he always has a little pep in his step- like he's all giddy and happy.

Scratches his head when he's confused.

Seems like the type to be writing something and then accidentally misspell the easiest word ever.

Has a habit of just dozing off, leaving a lot of his friends confused

Sneaks out a bit, not a lot like Mercutio may but a reasonable amount to either meet up with friends or just for himself.

Writes horrible poetry that Benvolio and Mercutio support.

Definitely is the type to have a bedtime and tell his friends, "I can not come, as the moon rests high in the sky and beckons for me to sleep!"

Sneezes like a little girl imo

He definitely has a goofy, silly little smile.

Juliet

I just know she smells like flowers every day- how she does it? Remains a mystery..

So many little jokes with Nurse that no one else would know about.

Doesn't openly call Nurse "mom" but she enjoys to refer to Nurse as she would a mother rather than her biological mother.

Also kind of clumsy, she couldn't carry a bucket full of only water to save her.. (💔)

Actually sometimes indulges in reading poems time to time.

Very, very much the type to pick a flower and smell it.

Loves to pick up flowers, pedals, feathers, etc.

Probably has a collection of dried up flowers gifted to her over time.

Juliet really enjoys incorporating little cute things in her outfits!

Views Tybalt as an older brother rather than her father's cousin.

Makes references to things only Nurse knows so it leaves everyone else much confused- and on rare occasions Tybalt might get it, too.

Picks up her dress when she runs, like a princess.

Definitely the type to be like, "Excuse me. Mind your manners..." whenever she hears someone curse.

Whenever she sees Romeo, she faces fully towards him and holds her hands out - and he comes to pick her up and spin her like a little ballerina !!

Has attempted to draw/paint multiple times before, and whenever done- Lord Capulet always hangs it up with much pride no matter if it looks "funky."

Tybalt

"Grab me my rapier"

Definitely the type to take great pride in his swords

Actually, seems like the type to keep a GIANT sword collection.

He's definitely the type to overhear conversions in secret but then give the fattest side eyes/disgusting glares.

Tybalt 100% has his lips sealed with any secret. Never could get anything out of him.

Juliet actually hides behind Tybalt quite often (not usually physically), and Tybalt isn't afraid to defend his younger sister.

Also, 100% defends Nurse, or rather any woman in his life. He's most definitely a woman's boy.

Has the most sly grin you'll ever see in your life.

His deep voice actually very often scares people, so depending on who he's talking to; he'll either lower his volume and attempt to speak softer or keep speaking in much confidence.

He'll soften his voice for the nicer, quieter folk and speak loudly for the annoying and cocky guys.

Little bitty scars all over him from him attempting to perfect his sword fighting skills.

Very often flaunts off and attempts to look flashy and show-offish.

Even though he's old enough and pretty mature, he'll never ever consider drinking or smoking. He believes it's far too disgusting for himself.

Although Nurse isn't Tybalts true mother- Tybalt will have moments where "momma Nurse" slip out.

Actually kinda enjoys keeping things neat in order - in his room at least, outside, he doesn't mind getting a little messy.

On that topic... Tybalt very often helps out Nurse with chores and such, but no one really notices because he doesn't want to be seen like that (question mark)

The definition of wet soggy cat

Other than that- he just is overall very sweet and polite.

Benvolio

Definitely the type to write little poems or works of literature but always puts it to the side to "continue later"-

He never finishes them and usually Romeo would come by and read those works out to Benvolio as a way to just tease.

Has very, very specific humor- he only really laughs at inside jokes.

Of course, he'll have a nice laugh at a funny joke but, inside jokes are what really get him.

The type to accidentally snicker at the wrong moment and have to excuse himself. (😭)

Though this would only be around friends, he most definitely can control himself from laughing around Lord Montague and such.

Very polite fellow

Seems like the type to like cross his hands when sitting down and he sits down very politely and tightly-

He doesn't want to take up much space on benches anyways.

If he was a cat, he'd be that one cat with an apple that just sits there all polite getting pet by a giant wooden spoon.

Very gentle with everything and everyone. Either physically, emotionally, or verbally-

Despite being extremely polite, he is the one that has the best insults ("thee mother looks like a yellow belly, tavern hopping maniac, it's no surprise thou looks alike!", also said in the most polite way possible)

Has a nice, gentle voice. Slightly accented, though, unlike many.

The hat he usually wears - the one seen in act 1 (1968 film) - is one from long ago.

It was gifted to him, and he constantly wore it when he was a teen-ish, but it was a bit too big, so it'd cover quite a bit of his face.

Longer hair >>>

Somehow, has extremely beautiful, long lashes.

He strangely enough seems like the one to get hurt least often, but when he does, it's like the worst thing to ever happen. (Que Benvolio accidentally falling out a window)

Picks up little branches and sticks to collect randomly ?? He doesn't really do anything with them. The sticks either end up getting thrown out or forgotten about.

The type to be writing something and then accidentally slip up and create a massive mark in the middle of the paper without a way to hide it.

Has maybe fallen out a window before ?

Benvolio has so many unnecessary items laying around in his home

He has a collection of beads/rocks of sorts- all very polished and shiny.

Just a friendly reminder that these are all headcanons 🫶

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meme (always accepting) | 40) things you said when you met my parents | @gothamoutllaw​ 

What had initially been a polite invitation turned into one humongous flurry of events. There was a thing being held at a place and so and so might be there. It all sounded simple enough so he didn’t drown in nerves right then and there. 

Sadly, the luxury of that was terribly short lived. 

While he wasn’t the biggest fan of social events, Joel had taken everything in stride. He didn’t even fret about what he was going to wear until he told Lior about it. It being a simple thing that shouldn’t be a big deal. Except instead of a nonchalant response, the man had blown up on him in a second flat. Naturally, that confused the hell out of him, but his friend swerved into the driveway before he could get a solid explanation.

He answered the door to find Lior with his arms full of plastic wrapped suits and supplies. Not a word of greeting was said as he invited himself inside - declaring that it was his most important mission to dress him up in the best outfit. Which Joel had found funny - literally laughable - that out of all people, Lior would go up in arms about the whole thing. 

It was only an event, said he - still with the thought that his friend was overreacting. To which Lior replied, ‘a very important event where all the hot shots and biggest of bigs show up, because it’s a gala for Christ's sake. And you have to look beyond your best if you’re going to meet Jason’s family.’; all in fucking verbatim. Yet the only word that actually stuck was the ‘f’ and ‘g’ word. 

Family and gala.

The rate of which most blood drained from his face could have been record time. He nearly bit his tongue when he asked Lior for more details - even though he knew that it would only double the newborn stress. And once everything was aired out... well, that’s when he bought his ticket to anxiety-ville. While his brain flatlined for a chunk of time, Lior had swooped in and taken it upon himself to make Joel the definition of perfect. Appearance wise at least - there wasn’t much faith in the happenings of the inside. Although Joel did have the mind to take his meds during the makeover.

An hour passed in a blink of an eye, and then Joel found himself at the bottom step of the stairway. Still dazed and tangled in his own head about what he was going to attend, he hadn’t even noticed the result of Lior’s work. It wasn’t until he saw his own boyfriend did the thought breach the forefront of his mind. The way Jason looked at him brought some color back into his cheeks. Was there something on his face? He wondered - even going as far as to touch the corner of his own jaw without thought. The answer was found in a nearby mirror; something he had to be steered to since his limbs weren’t functioning correctly. 

Truthfully, Lior had outdone himself. What, or rather who, he saw in the mirror stunned him enough to pause the ongoing panic harbored in his chest. The suit was beautiful;  lapels trimmed in deep velvet, intricately designed pattern and in all black. Not to mention the way his hair had been styled looked, well, perfect. Honestly, he should’ve taken notes from Lior a long time ago. 

Unfortunately, the relative calm shattered when it was time to drive. Lior parted like the proudest father in existence; features bright, a slew of best wishes, and ever an unshed tear or two. Then Joel found himself seated and strapped in the passenger seat for the trip over.

Time and time again, he told himself that things wouldn’t be as bad as his paranoia made it seem. He hadn’t been aware of how nerve stricken he was when it should’ve been obvious. His thumb kept tapping against the door hinge,  free hand ran through his hair every other minute, and he was rigid from head to toe. Joel even began to think that the suit fit too snugly, because why else would he experience mild heart palpitations and be short of breath? Also, oh shit, was it possible for a thirty-five year old to have a heart attack? He was a healthy as a horse, but the stress of fucking up at the gala made him feel like his immune system dropped out of his ass right when they left home.

Joel was sure he talked Jason’s ear off at least four times for the duration of the drive. Sure, he felt bad for the slew of questions, but he didn’t want to walk in blind and act like a fool when he could avoid it. He didn’t actually start to breathe right until his hand left hand was intertwined with Jason’s. And, bless his boyfriend’s soul, the touch of reassurance and support actually helped ease his frayed mind.

The drive couldn’t have been long enough, because they arrived far too soon for his liking. At least the night air helped him cool off upon exiting the car. Nevermind the fact that it had been done by valet, or the fact that he almost tripped on his way out of the car. All that mattered was how close he was to Jason as they made their way to the venue. Except the realization of what he was about to experience hit him over he head like a goddamn brick the second the entrance appeared. 

All around them were the rich and proud; a complete contrast to who he was as a person and how he currently felt. Still, there was a brilliant, yet somewhat off, smile stretched across his face as the two of them got into the thick of it. Not another minute and he was greeted with the first social test. 

Would he like some champagne or even something stronger? A well dressed server had asked. It shouldn’t have been difficult to answer, but he had the thrill of stumbling over his words just to say ‘no thanks’. As the person left, he congratulated himself for achieving strike number one. Social drinking was a huge part of mingling with the masses, wasn’t it? Before he could finish that thought, an all too familiar voice caught his ear. Joel didn’t even need to look over to know who it was. Dick Grayson, jubilant and radiant as always. It hadn’t occurred to him how nice it was to see someone he had met prior. It also helped how friendly the man was; that much happiness was contagious, after all.

Just when a shred of comfort started to settle over him, everything was tilted sideways. Not literally - although he might have preferred tripping over the way he gaped at the one person that acted as an activation switch for an anxiety attack. Nothing could have prepared him for the appearance of Bruce goddamn Wayne. The guy really was like the night, because Joel did not pick up on his presence at all. He had to hear his own name from the man himself before he realized they had more company. 

“Wow, uh, hi mister Wayne sir.” The words left his mouth like a bat out of hell, and he was mortified at how bad of a greeting that was. “I meant-” Joel forced himself to take a breath in before he accidentally choked on his own tongue.  Thankfully, the smile stayed in place even though the tautness of his shoulders screamed unease. “I’m Joel, and it’s a, ah, pleasure to meet you.” 

Don’t say sir, Joel. Do not- 

“Sir.”