#tried to go for a more like doodle type of hearts so its like

[sideysvault]

ೀ｡˚ Patching Deadpool up years after he left you ೀ⋆｡˚

Pairing: Wade Wilson x fem!reader

Wordcount: 2,5k

Warnings: Canon typical violence and a bit of angst with a happy ending

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“The sisters Margaret home for wayward children” was the colorful name of the not so colorful bar where the two of you met.

Back then, you were nothing more than a student struggling to manage the very limited funding given to you to complete your masters degree. This situation cornered you into only being able to rent a decent apartment in the shittiest neighborhood in town.

That particular night was the end of an extremely rough week. Work piled up, homesickness struck you every time you had a chance to relax, and you were the living proof that no meaningful connections were to be made if you only strictly went to work and home. Back to back. No rest. Hell, she really missed home. And the crippling suspicion that you were close to breaking down was settling in.

The next logical move occurred to you just as you were walking into your neighborhood. You needed to blow off some steam. Have a drink. Or two. Or three. So, the woman redirected her steps towards that ugly bar that was close to her apartment. Sure, it seemed super sketchy. But right this second, all you needed was to get a drink.

Wade was in that bar too. As he usually was.

He immediately noticed this woman. She was clearly out of place. Dressed looked like some kind of stuck up librarian. She was really pretty too. And it was obvious that her mood was extremely feeling extraordinarily dispirited. You were just sitting there staring at the wall. Paying no mind to the environment you were in. The furrowed eyebrows adorned your face seemed concerned.

Before Wade even realized what he was doing, he found himself striking a conversation with you. He tried to reason with himself that it was only because he had a soft spot for damsels in distress. And because you were hot as fuck.

“What's a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?”

Strangely, that’s all it took to make you laugh. The absurdity of the corny comment got to you and a burst of laughter came out.

Wade’s face softened with pride when he saw he could make you laugh. The stuck up girl with a stick on her ass let out not a forced and polite giggle, but a showing all teeth and gums type of laugh. He tried to take all your features in. And a sense of warmth began to surface under his skin. He was the one to make your night better.

You’d visit that horrid place regularly. Only to see the charming guy who would make you laugh. Your little hangouts quickly evolved into something more. A friendship of sorts. He would walk you home when you stayed late working. “To protect you from all these homicidal freaks”. He’d take you on little private tours around the city, so it wouldn’t feel so foreign to you. The woman genuinely had a great time whenever he was around. And one late night, laughter became kissing, which turned into a hookup that later evolved into fucking on a regular basis and going out routinely.

Wade and you couldn’t be more different. But it seemed to be the key to your relationship. You guys clicked together, balancing each other out.

The realization struck you on a random day. You were in love with Wade Wilson. And he felt the same for you.

But just as things were getting serious between the two of you, one cursed night, he just decided to pick up all of his things from your apartment and leave. All he left behind was a tiny note stating that he had terminal cancer and that he loved you. And a little doodle of a heart with crossed out eyes and a tongue sticking out of its moth.

You were out working the first time he fainted. The woman was working as a co-author in an important research paper that was being published in some big shot magazine. He felt extremely proud of you. And, some nights he couldn’t believe that you were head over heels over a low stakes hit-man.

You were out working the first time he fainted. He ran straight to the clinic and never told you. He didn't want to bother you with what was probably nothing. But in that very same visit the doctor hit him with the whole terminal cancer ordeal. He knew you’d make a billion plans and extensive research. He knew you’d stay with him all the way through the end. Even if it affected your career, even if it would wreck you emotionally, even if your routine together was reduced to a mere nurse–client relationship, you would stay with him all the way. That was why he loved you.

So, he made a choice.

He was leaving before tarnishing your life, your memory of him and your time together with his sickness. He couldn’t do that to you. You actually had goals. And a promising future.

If he told you about the situation, Wade was certain he wouldn’t have the heart to say no to you. And you’d forever remember him as a lost puppy you loved but had to put down mercifully.

The other option was to be the asshole who left. But he could live on your memory forever. As the person he once was. So that was that.

——————

The woman decided to take a shortcut to her newly renovated home. She was wearing her favorite heels today. And they really weren’t walking shoes.

The scrappy and dark alleyway was well illuminated, and it would take her directly into the street her building was in. She decided it was safe enough to make a run for it.

She heard loud noises coming from the dumpster that was located just before being able to get out of that creepy lane. She was suddenly thinking of all the homicidal maniacs that asshole would go on and on about. But, also of the injured dogs people abandoned on the street. The woman got closer, swallowing her fear because something in there could really need a vet.

She immediately froze. There was a mutilated man wearing a red suit. Holy shit.

Just as she was stepping back and typing the emergency number on her phone she heard that voice.

“Bad Deadpool” it mumbled.

She heard some nonsensical phrases before she could hear a “Fuck. That was, like my favorite arm”

The woman’s heart began to pound so strongly she could practically hear it.

Deadpool hadn’t noticed her yet as he was losing a shit ton of blood and trying to balance himself upward without the missing limbs and several shot wounds. Not without a second thought, she ran to help him stand up. He turned around violently, holding a defensive position. But the man in the red suit stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you were the one holding him. This was not the neighborhood you used to live in.

You quickly take him back to your apartment. The woman knew it was him. The lame jokes had given it away. And that voice had haunted her for a long time. You’d recognize him anywhere.

You had heard rumors about the immortal vigilante. But never wondered who could be behind the mask. Certainly not the man you thought was long dead.

He still tried not to speak. He really really hoped breaking your heart had left you clinically insane. Insane enough to rescue random mutilated men off the street. As soon as you entered the apartment it became carnage. A trail of crimson red adorned your freshly painted white snow walls. Your shoes had been lost somewhere along the way, and with great effort you had managed to throw him into a bed that he wasn’t familiar with.

Fuck it. As if losing an arm and a leg wasn’t enough. This does it. This is breathtakingly fucked.

The shock left your body as soon as you saw your not-dead ex boyfriend mutilated on your bed. And shock was the only thing keeping you together. By that moment he was certain you knew it was him. Your eyes began to tear up at the sight of his wounded body.

But before he could try to get up, a pool of blood came shooting out of his mouth without much warning. It must have filtered through the mask because you somehow looked more terrified than before. He felt ditzy. And before Wade could do anything about it, you took out his mask on a whim to try to avoid him choking on his own blood.

And that was it. All that pain and running away meant nothing now. You had seen his face.

The woman was definitely taken aback. And he felt his heart break a little when she instinctively removed her hand from his face. You swallowed with difficulty, shook your head and got up. There were more pressing matters. You had heard things about the red vigilante regenerating. But you weren’t taking any chances. Not with Wade. Never again. It didint matter how fucked up he looked now.

He took the opportunity of you leaving the room to put his mask back on as quickly as he could.

As he was trying to process everything that had just happened, through the door he could see your crying face going up and down around the apartment. And there you were. Carrying it into the bedroom.

It was a massive (and fancy) emergency kit you had saved up for back in the day. When he was still beating bad guys for money and living with you. She had kept it. And kept it perfectly stocked.

Wade couldn’t lift his gaze to meet hers. But he noticed that the woman seemed relatively unfazed by his new look now. Or by the fact that she had seen him lacking two limbs and with some extra holes. The tears had stopped but she was still mortified. She always knew what he did for a living. But he always managed to keep it out of home. Or at least he tried to. Never to this extent. You weren’t used to it.

After all he had faced, he thought he did not need any care anymore. Just his healing, getting high and his unicorn. After all, his body would mend all the damage he had done to it and grow itself back together. But it still hurt.

And you still tried to make it better. You begin to patch him up as best as you can, taking your time disinfecting, sewing, and fixing him. He knew you well enough to be sure that you were trying not to gag at the sight of the wounds. And he appreciated it.

When you finished, you softly traced your hands on his bandages. He was honestly too tired to talk. And you were still too shocked. How the fuck is he still alive after those injuries? What had happened to him after all these years?

Without saying a word you got up and went straight to the kitchen. You returned with his favorite tea, some soup, and all the analgesics you could find.

Your kindness gave him courage to stop being such a weak pussy and actually talk to you. You had seen him. You wouldn’t want him anymore but the worst had passed.

“So… Sorry about your walls. Didn't know you had a fancy place now. I would’ve totally died in another alleyway, I promise. And sorry for, you know, the character shattering abandonment”

He coughed some blood. You just furrowed your eyebrows and as slowly as you could (So he could actually stop you this time if that was what he wanted) you removed his mask again.

The woman looked straight into his eyes

“You are a fucking asshole. And I fucking hate you. And I’m so glad you are alive”

“I know, I know. And thank you for going all mother Teresa on me. Oops. Wrong comparison. But I’ll be okay in no time. It’s hard to explain. But I will do right by you and paint your walls when my leg and everything grows back! Pinky promise. I’ll also buy you new shoes. It’s kinda gross that you are footless. Or, is it?…”

“Oh my lord, Wade. Just shut up and get some rest. Eat when you feel better. And scream if you need something”

And just when you were about to leave the room he softly said “Hey. I’m sorry. I… I didn't want to bring you onto the whole cancer show. And then everything got fucked. I couldn’t let you see me like this. I’m a monster now. Inside out. I would have never left if there had been a way of staying without ruining your life”

You just looked at him for a long moment. Tears began to appear in your eyes, threatening to come out again.

As soon as he saw it, he immediately tried to lighten up the mood.

“Hey, how long have you been obsessed with me? Still keeping that old thing?” He said as he gestured at the now empty emergency kit.

He didn't have the heart to explain to you that it was a waste in him. But you weren’t stupid.

You said nothing in response to Wade's dumb joke. Hearing him talk that way about himself hurt your soul. You couldn’t help it anymore, so you walked towards the injured man with tears running down your face.

“Y/N, there’s no need to cry. I know I belong to a fucking circus but this is getting a little offensive”

He finally gets a chuckle out of you. You smile at him and wipe out your tears. Wade winces slightly when you get closer to him, and you gently press a kiss on his forehead.

He feels ashamed of the tact his ruined skin probably had on your soft lips. it has truly been so long. You notice how he reacts. So you put your hands around his face and gently kiss each of his cheeks, and then the bridge of his nose. As tenderly as you can.

“I’ll go now before you make some lame joke Greek kiss joke. Get some rest. We’ll talk in the morning. I know you are sorry.”

“Just no more running away in the middle of the night. Okay?” Your voice sounded more serious now.

He softens. He really missed you. As much as he liked Al’s old ass this was his true home. Even after all these years. Even after what he did to you. Even with how he looked. Wade was certain he would sleep soundly for the first time in years. He was safe now.

“Never again, baby. I promise.

“I’ll do right by you. Okay? We’ll be besties with a ton of disgusting unexplored sexual tension in no time and who knows where that could lead to”

You laughed again. And there it was. His favorite sound in the world. It sounded just like the first time he heard it all those years ago.

“By the way, you do owe me those heels. And white walls. You pinky promised. Oh, and the biggest fucking explanation of the century.

“Sounds like a start to me”

Notes: OMG my first big one! I’m excited to post this. I hope it makes sense, if it doesn’t, feedback is always welcomed! -Sidey xxo

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Sisyphean (6/6)

(Eldritch!Ace Trappola vs SomeGuy!Deuce Spade. Horror AU heavily based on FROM(2022) and That's Not My Neighbor.)

Sisyphean Masterlist

Deuce jumped just slightly when he heard a knock. He hadn’t heard anyone coming –.

The Doppelganger was standing at the door, smiling at him through the glass, its hands behind its back, looking like the picture of innocence.

Save for, of course, the sharp-toothed smile.

“No,” Deuce said, scowling. “Absolutely not.”

“You’re so cold, you’re gonna hurt a fella’s feelings one day,” it complained.

“Good,” he said flatly.

It huffed. “You try and kill an entire building’s worth of people a few times, and suddenly you’re the bad guy!”

“That is how it works, yes.” Deuce rolled his eyes. “Why are you even here?”

“I stop by all the time! What do you mean?” it said, giving its most innocent smile.

“Yeah, but you haven’t come as… yourself all the other times.”

“But I’m so tired these days,” he lamented, its expression shifting into a little pout. “I’m hungry, and shifting forms all the time is hard.”

Deuce pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. How could this thing be so scary half the time and so lame the other half of the time? “Well, I can’t let you in. You don’t live in this building, and we have a strict no-guest policy. As I’m sure you know, since you’ve never tried posing as someone’s friend to get inside.”

“Yeah…” it sulked. And then it brightened up, finally taking its hands out from behind its back, to reveal a… cup of coffee. “Well, I can still give you this!”

Beep.

Deuce stared, blankly, at the cup of coffee sitting in his mail slot. It had Deuce’s name on it, of course, as well as a couple of tiny hearts doodled on the wrapper.

“... what’s with you and hearts?” Deuce asked, because after the pillow, the cake, and this, he might as well ask why it was Ace’s calling card.

It shrugged, smiling. “I just think they’re kinda funny shapes! I mean, human hearts do not look like that… unless you really need glasses, I guess, but at that point pretty much everything looks like those fake hearts.”

That… checks out, yeah.

Deuce sighed, picking up the cup of coffee, spinning the cup, slowly, in careful fingers, half expecting it to blow up… somehow. “It makes it seem like you’re trying to come onto me.”

“And if I was?” It said, batting its eyelashes.

“No guests in the hotel,” Deuce said, flatly.

“Ugh. You’re no fun.”

“Sorry that getting ripped to shreds isn’t my idea of fun.”

“Like I said. No fun.”

It seemed, though, that he was going to be having even less fun, because, at that moment, a new person showed up. They looked a lot like Ace, with the same bright red hair and eyes, but stockier and dressed in a button down and slacks, as if he had just come from a shift at work. He flung his arm around Ace’s shoulders, leaning his weight on him with a wide grin.

“Is this the Doorman you’ve been obsessed with?” He peered at Deuce, tapping his finger on his chin. “He doesn’t look like much.”

It was hard to tell who was more offended by the man’s statement – Deuce or Ace.

“‘Obsessed’ is not the right word,” Ace snapped at the same time Deuce said, “Ex-fucking-scuse me?”

He continued to smile at him, completely unperturbed. “I’m sorry about Ace, I know he’s a lot to handle, thanks for dealing with him.”

The Doppelganger looked mortified, pressing its face into its hands.

Doppelgangers might not have families, not in the way that humans might, but Deuce could spot an ‘older brother’ type from a mile away.

Though that begged the question… was the man (if it was even actually human) aware of what ‘Ace’ was? It hit Deuce that it was entirely possible that Doppelgangers got their names and reputations for a reason – that they might not be homeless at all, that they might take the place of a real-life person and sneak their way into their families, pretending to be functioning members of society for years and years. That, perhaps, there was a reason why they were never spotted during the day.

Deuce gave Ace a wide-eyed look. “Does he know…?”

It was the man who responded, though, by laughing and sticking out his tongue at Deuce.

It was a black tentacle.

A wave of relief rolled over him.

Until the monster said, “Well, now that that’s all done, come on, Ace, we have to go. Mom and Dad are waiting for us, and if you’re late again they’re going to be so pissed.”

A wave of terror washed over Deuce. Because here Ace was, with a clear ‘older brother’, talking about meeting up with their ‘parents’. And he suspected that Ace hadn’t been lying when he’d said that, no, Doppelgangers don’t really have families, because it was such a strange thing to lie about, and its disgust at the way humans worked was genuine.

Ace groaned, running his hand through his hair. “One day I’m going to snap and kill everyone in that damn church, why do sermons have to be so long?”

His brother laughed, reaching out a hand to attempt to smooth down Ace’s now-messy hair, and Deuce could only stare at them, because they seemed like just any other pair of brothers, laughing and joking around and complaining about dumb things they didn’t actually care about… while also talking about murder in the same tone Deuce talked about the weather.

Ace sighed and waved at Deuce. “See ya later.”

“I hope not,” Deuce said, more out of instinct than anything.

Ace’s brother laughed. “Oh, I take it back, I like him.”

Ace grumbled under his breath, suddenly seeming very eager to get to church on time.

~

Deuce, hesitantly, took the lid off of the coffee to squint at the dark liquid. It looked normal… and, after a quick sniff test, he determined that it smelled fine, too. But, then again, so had the cake the Doppelganger had brought over, so…

He took a careful sip.

It was normal coffee.

More than that, it tasted good. Deuce didn’t even know how he took his own coffee, he usually just added sugar to taste and then dealt with it if it ended up too sweet. But this was nice.

That stalker… he thought, annoyed, but also a touch fond.

Only for his blood to run cold despite the caffeine entering his veins.

Because when had he started growing fond of Ace?

When had he started calling him ‘Ace’ at all? Stopped thinking of him as an ‘it’?

What if I think becoming ‘friendly’ with you is the way in?

Deuce marched to the bathroom, intent on pouring the coffee straight into the sink. It was tailor-made to his preferences, yes, but he couldn’t stand what it represented.

But it was good coffee, and a gift, and his mom had always taught him that wasting food was wrong…

He went back to his seat and set the coffee on his desk, wondering if he would even be able to drink it past the bile creeping up the back of his throat.

~

Cater collected the ID from him, before heading off toward the elevator.

“Appreciate you, Deuce,” Cater called over his shoulder.

Deuce waved him off, absently. It was his job, after all, he hardly deserved thanks for doing it.

Deuce went back to the computer, reaching for his coffee cup.

He paused.

His hand had something red and flaky on it. He lifted it to his nose, expecting the smell of lipstick or something…

Only to find that it smelled metallic.

Coppery, even.

His head shot up, to ‘Cater’, already in the elevator, leaning against the back wall. He gave a little finger wave with red-caked fingertips. A wide smile stretched across his face.

And then continuing to stretch, showing off rows of sharp teeth and skin pulling into something that shouldn’t have been physically possible for a human to achieve.

Deuce ran for the elevator, his arm out to try and stop it, but the doors slid shut before he could get inside.

[florallylly]

side a: eddie munson

side a

side b side b: steve harrington

explanation post

just going to go straight to my very very stream of consciousness commentary about each song but i want to clarify that i'm an eddie munson is dirty and gross truther and also i hate that rat man (endearing). so yes it might play into some of my thoughts

some songs are kind of vibe-y and you can tell when my explanations start getting contrived and bad but bear with me. i DO have some specific keystone songs idc KEYSTONE i love the word ok anyway

“I” Black Sabbath; eddie munson you are a LOSER with OPINIONS we get it. like yes you are so persecuted by everyone sure you’re going to prove us all wrong 

“Heaven and Hell” Black Sabbath; tbh added to match with heaven/hell in the other playlist, but somehow it’s kind of giving munson doctrine to me. literally googled and supposedly it’s about like band kids (??) but i think just like “the world is full of kings and queens/who blind your eyes and steal your dreams” i can literally hear eddie munson quoting it

“Fade to Black” Metallica; UGH why are there so many long periods of silence at the beginning and end of these songs. but just adding to the eddie munson i’m so outcast bad boy drug dealer thing and like. had to have metallica

“I Don’t Wanna Be Me” Type O Negative; idk if anyone can tell that i think eddie is a big dramatic loser who thinks he’s the main character (endearing?) like I AM RIGHT… 

“skins” The Haunting; okay this song is saur…. like normal people scare me i’m such a freak coded

“Nosferatu” Blue Oyster Cult; a nod to Eddie Munson being a BIG LOSER NERD. ugh whatever honestly parallels a lot of kas theory fic imo, like innocent maiden steve offering his blood to vampire eddie … why have i read it several times over. in my head, this is like. eddie munson having a dirty dirty loser fantasy about king steve 

“Teenage Dirtbag” Wheatus; need I say more………. 

“The Sun Always Shines on T.V.” a-ha; yeah… YEAH. it’s a steve song on here. i like tried to do this thing where on each playlist there are keystone songs and this is one of them. like, the song that’s in the other’s genre is the moment they fall in love even if they don’t realize it yet. but re: the song like it’s so eddie having this realization that when he was picturing king steve, he only saw him through snapshots and now that he’s live and an actual tangible human it’s different. like  LIKE

“18” Anarbor; tbh i am trying so hard to add some of these songs bc they are so quintessential to me and my connection of music to fandom, BUT IDK…. ITS HARD…. but yeah it’s very steve harrington would never really want to be with me, i’m such a bad boy. okay….  

“Poison” Alice Cooper; eddie munson ur horny . eddie munson we’re sworn enemies like ur a jock and i’m a nerd and like could i light my cigarette with ur cock please please 

“Falling In Love” Scorpions; “falling in love, it happens to me every day” okay eddie munson i did NOT see u doodling hearts around steve’s name in the fourth grade

“Around the Fur” Deftones; i do not know why but for some reason feeling like steve still hanging around his old crowd, and eddie getting all weird about it. IDK !! does it not just feel so eddie munson

“Closet” Fleshwater; an interlude-y song here kind of an angsty moment for eddie 

“I Was Made For Loving You” KISS; SECOND KEYSTONE SONG…. this song signals the first time they sleep together. i am so sorry eddie munson but this music actually DOES give me migraines but i tried very hard  

“Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)” Deftones; eddie’s dreams about leaving hawkins and becoming famous. just in general his wishes to be somewhere he’s wanted and where he belongs. idk i feel like it’s eddie talking about all of these grand plans for his future and turning to steve and being like “and what about you?” and steve doesn’t have an answer.

“Covet” Basement; “you are everything/my most demanding dream” like like like eddie munson loving and hating that he’s in love with steve harrington who is hawkins to the bone and seems determined to die there. 

“Ghosts” Scarlet House; in my head this is eddie munson angsting after seeing steve hanging around nancy wheeler or robin buckley depending on when exactly we’re setting this. but it’s very woe is me i’m lost without you. idk it could literally even just be they fought and steve is at the grocery store chilling and eddie munson is literally frothing at the mouth sobbing in his van 

“Saturnine Saturnalia” VV; “there is no end to the hurting/i love you” saturnalia was a roman festival where they indulged in mischief and partying and whatnot. feeling like at this point, even if it’s fake, even if it ends up hurting me, i’ll take whatever i can get kind of feeling. maybe it’s like realizing he won’t be free of hawkins unless he lets go of steve or thinking that he’s just a stop on the way to a white picket fence. and i think that maybe this is the moment when eddie begins to realize how deeply he feels for steve.

“Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want” Deftones; PLEASE LET THE MAN GET WHAT HE WANTS !!! FOR ONCE !!! he is out here every single day dealing drugs PLEASE give him a sexy passenger princess to come with him on deals

“Black Butterflies and Deja Vu” The Maine; ik it’s a jump scare but KEYSTONE SONG…. the moment when they admit they’ve fallen in love. this is their aha moment. their AHA! moment not a-ha… but yeah…. eddie munson finally being like wait i’m in love with steve harrington and idk for how long but i’m in trouble

the future holds IDK ... just this part took me this long so PLEASE spare me i literally wrote this out on my notes app

[silenttale22]

MUST HAVE BEEN THE WIND /PJM/ - Chapter 2

Summary: Someone once told her she had to learn to live in pieces as there would be nobody to glue them up. But what if a person with similar pieces to her appears? What if by complete coincidence her crying is heard in the middle of the night? What if together they can create a whole new masterpiece?

Dancer!Jimin x Student!Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst, Slice of life. hurt/comfort, Soulmate!AU, School!AU Warnings: Mention of SA (but its only a slight mention, I promise), insecurity, mention of ED

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 1/CHAPTER 2/CHAPTER 3

It was another late night evening, when he was watching colorful TV screen filled with boredom. Time to time, the other thing he had done was clicking stridently on buttons of the remote control, when he got irritated with a particular channel once again. After finding anything interesting - which was rare for a long moment, he threw the remote control on the couch and reached out for a glass of water with a lemon pressed inside. Alone with himself, staring straight ahead into the changing colors screen as darkness covered his face, when some darker kind of scene appeared on. Only from time to time cars driving outside brought a little more light inside.

He sighed softly, and even jumped slightly on the couch at times when the louder sound coming from the box hanging in front scared him literally for a second. After a few times, including one, when he spilled water on himself because of the jumpscare, the decision of turning it off and staying in the whole darkness was made. After a few minutes of sitting like that, he became sleepy, and when he saw 10 p.m. on the lighten up watch, he jumped to his feet, stretching with a loud yawn. He groaned quietly, being well aware of the upcoming classes since the next morning. 

After getting up and taking the first step, one of his feet was now experiencing the hated tingling sensation of sitting in an uncomfortable position for too long. He tried to get rid of it as soon as possible, waving his leg in all directions, sometimes jumping stupidly, so that the annoying feeling would finally leave him. This type of sensation was common after his dancing classes, when his muscles were not properly stretched. 

And yeah, he again bypassed stretching after college classes, just to get ready in a rush for another training in the dance studio where he was also working. He simply couldn't help it. He loved his job as he could not only flower his own passion, but also pass it on to someone else. It was his favorite place in entire world. When he could watch how young kids are hard working and chasing their dreams. Often taking him as a mentor. It makes his heart sing happily every damn time. 

He sighed again and went to the bathroom for a short shower, no longer than ten minutes, which after a long day was a relief for him. Steam was now hovering in the room, and a few funny doodles appeared on the fogged-up mirror, which the blond man drew with a quiet giggle while brushing his teeth. It was his way of relax. Even if after a giggles he's going to fall on his bed with hard thoughts.

After a few minutes, he was lying in a warmed bed, looking at the shadows dancing on the ceiling, and his ears perked up with wonder, if another disturbing sound would resonate tonight. Every time he heard loud bangs or broken glasses in one of the apartments above his, a shiver and an uneasy feeling ran through his body. More than once, he wanted to throw off the duvet and go up a few stairs and knock on the door of the apartment with the number 21.

Today, though, he flinched, and his breathing quickened along with his eyes opened wide now. When a quiet, almost unable to hear sniffling sound came up to his ears. He threw the blanket away, exposing his feet to the cold floor. It's been a while since he thought about getting a carpet to avoid this feeling. A shiver ran through his spine, but he ignored it and got to his feet.

He staggered for literally a second, then began to step straight to the window. It was ajar, which is probably why any of the sounds could have come from outside. At first, he thought that someone was just passing the building, someone overwhelmed with emotions. It was common this late at night. 

He cracked open the window wide and peered out while firmly resting his elbows on the wooden windowsill. Some drops of the rain fell on his nose, and wind pushed his hair back. But then a quiet whimpering and sniffling could be heard in his ears again. He also had the impression that it slowly turned into a pleading sob.

The unpleasant stinging feeling inside his chest almost brought tears to tired eyes. Jimin was always a person filled with sensitivity and strong empathy, but he hardly ever wanted to show it. As people seemed it as if something weak. But today, he really won at that point in some way. Because he could imagine what the person can feel. Which made him hurt. But he was in some way happy, thinking that this person isn't alone at all.

Yet more than often he hated it about himself. People always told him that this was the thing that made him so weak, but he never understood why. Why must feelings be his weakness? After all, in people's minds, the word "empathy" is increasingly spelled as "sympathy."

The last thing you can count on now is understanding from the other person. 

But it wasn't something he was thinking about today. Today he was only concerned about someone else's feelings and how badly he wanted to help. There was no picture of how to at all; and the only thing he had was an urge inside his head to make someone feel better. But when he couldn't see anyone on the sidewalk under his windows, still hearing muffled crying, he began to think he was going crazy. 

A strong wind blew into him, winnowing the boy's dyed blond hair again, pushing face up a little.. So he lifted his head up to see if maybe there was a reason why he could hear the sobs so clearly. And yeah, two bare feet hung from the windowsill. He felt as if he had forgotten how to breathe for a moment. Questions crossed his mind about whether the person from the apartment above him was planning to take their life or was just sitting there without fear of falling from such a height.

The trees outside swayed like crazy, parts of the branches lay broken under thick trunks that were clearly visible from his apartment. Lightning flashing in the distance lit up the entire sky, causing another shiver. Rain was pouring, making the boy's face wet more and more. Since he can remember, he has hated thunderstorms, which have always filled his soul with unnecessary fear. It was different with the rain itself, the sound of which often soothed and lulled his soul. But now the dark clouds and thunder that hit like crazy were not calming him even a bit.

He wanted to ask only a quick question—why—even though there was much more than one in his mind. He bit his lip harshly until he felt the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. He grimaced immediately at the unpleasant flavor and moved away from the window, closing it quickly. He went back to bed and thought for a long time about what happened tonight. For hours, the wind and thunder took him away from falling asleep. Strong bliss was constantly whistling through poorly sealed frames. Eventually, he gritted his teeth and tried to fall asleep but even so...head was pounding inside painfully.

In the morning, around seven, a loud alarm clock ringer from his smartphone woke him up. The blond man groaned and quickly tried to turn it off. However, when he could not blindly hit the right button, he muttered under his breath and turned along with the blinding phone to the other side.

He knew very well that even if he wanted to, he wouldn't take a long nap. So he only lied with closed eyes, groaning from time to time and nuzzling his nose deeper into the pillow. He knew that someone was already in the way to push him off this bed if he wouldn't be on his legs by himself. He was more than well aware of that. 

And yeah, after around ten or a little bit more minutes, someone started banging on his door, making him let out another groan while standing and feeling coldness under his feet. No matter how much he didn't want to leave his heated mattress and warm blanket, he moved with a grim expression on his face toward the door, which his best friend kept banging on. He yawned a few times during just a few steps, and rubbing face with the loosely hanging sleeves. He reached for the handle, turning the lock before doing so just to meet a well known face and roll his eyes at a smiley face bright and early.

“What a wonderful surprise! Thanks, oh King, for your kindness that you wanted to visit me; can you go now?” Looking at his best friend's face, boy murmured under his breath. 

The black-haired man only snorted at his friend's incredulous enthusiasm and actually pushed his way inside the apartment without even asking for an invitation. 

“Yah, someone invited you!?”

 The visitor rolled his eyes and sent the blond one, a fake, pathetic smile. That's when the sleepy one felt like throwing whatever he could at him and cursing a bit, as he usually did when his slightly older, unfortunately, best friend caught up with him about his height or rushed him on literally everything. He tried so hard this time to not explode and tell the other guy not even to speak up. As just wished to go about his morning activities in peace after an uneasy night, without any stress or unnecessary comments from his friend.

“You should be ready. I'm coming here at the same time. Always. What's so difficult about setting an alarm, Jimin?" the blond one only send a grimaced face and left for a shower, hardly stopping himself from raising a middle finger, when the older one made himself at home in the kitchen.

After a half-hour, when the clock struck twenty-seven, the two friends left the apartment and went to training, properly locking the door behind them. It was lucky for Jimin, that Hoseok was always there to pick him up so he didn't need to worry about the public transports and all these schedules, but still sometimes he was hating on unusually loud persona. 

They arrived at the training room an equal twenty minutes later, having exactly the same amount of time to warm up and stretch their muscles. Even if Jimin is pretty stretched, Hoseok has been much above him with that. Boy`s back was screaming for mercy today, but only to be brushed off and stretched out even more.

At eight o'clock, the dark-haired man began to demonstrate the new dance steps that had been added to their routine. As they've been chosen to represent their collage at the festival, which was approaching Seoul with ever-increasing steps. This all also meant that they've been chosen as the best dancers in the school and made Jimin nothing more than proud. But it still wasn't enough. 

He wished to achieve more and more as his passion for dancing was with him since he was a little kid. And he was happy to have family on his side, always encouraging him to follow his dreams. As he was younger, he started with something like funk dance - hip hop in general but as he found himself in High School the contemporary dance was something that took his whole heart. Especially the ballet aspects of it. And his parents were always there for him. So he did everything to make them proud. Even if it meant he has to forfeit his health for it. 

A good hour had passed, and streams of sweat were running down the blond man's forehead. Breathing heavily, he stared at his mirrored reflection. He could clearly see the whole of his body, something he clearly thought of as ugly. he couldn't stop himself from grimacing, staring at the posture inside the mirror. He lacked muscle where the core lies, thighs were too thick making him look like some kind of gorilla and his face was too pudgy. Yes, face was the one he definitely hated the most. And all he would like to do now, was throw something at the glass to shatter it all but loud steps took his attention from the reflection. 

With a few pats on his shoulders, as Hoseok quickly found a place next to the Jimin to annoy him a little bit before the practice, barely letting him take a breath. But as long as they were friends, black haired man was also a damn strict teacher and never ignored any wrong move, but was quick to point it out on more than one occasion, pushing Jimin to the limit. 

Blond man got up from the floor after one more fell just to begin another hour of hard work. Sweat dripped down his face in small streaks and breathing was heavy, often hard to catch, but that didn't stop him from getting up and taking new steps. To not let his parents down. To build an amazing body. And sacrifice everything to look at least a small percentage good. Wishing to look in a small way like people from newspaper covers or famous profiles on Instagram. 

He never felt enough. So Jimin often spent hours in the hall, eating little, hoping it would help him. Paying no attention to how harmful it is to his body. And what's even worse - to his mind. Boy was completely ignoring the fact that liters of water and hours of dancing without the right diet could lead to a finish. 

Yet the training didn't end as it was planned. It was a long hours more until he could leave the hall about six o'clock. Before reaching home, he knew very well that he had to run a few more errands on the way, which meant he probably wouldn't be at his apartment until around eight o'clock or even later. And he only let out a long huff, pushing his sweaty clothes inside the bag and putting on a light jacket.

He left the training room, saying a brief goodbye to the dark-haired man and slapping a few high-fives on the way out. Jimin was always a friendly one, even if he rather spent most of the time alone as he enjoyed his own company, he also liked to be around people. And Hoseok was a great help with it as he was like a walking sunshine with friends everywhere. Even if Jimin doesn't remember most of the people he ever met as his memory for faces is pretty poor, he usually with an awkward smile keeps answering short ‘hello’ on the college hallways. 

As he walked out of the warm building, his heated body collided with the cold air. A shiver quickly took over his body and as he breathed into the space, a little mist escaped from his lips. After quickly pulling a yellow scarf tighter, covering his neck, and putting his hood over the wet hair he was ready to stalk fast to the next destination. Really the last thing he needed right now was a cold.

As he expected, he opened the apartment door roughly after 8 pm. Quietly getting inside, and putting down the bag in the corner of the hallway. Staring for a while into the empty dark room. Only after a few minutes, taking off his outerwear and then headed to the bathroom, grabbing his bag to take out the clothes to throw them into the washing machine with the other clothes that had been waiting to be done for days. 

Boy looked at his tired face in the mirror. The machine door slammed behind his back making him jump a bit, so he only sighed loudly while still staring at the pale face. Hands quickly washed his skin with cold water, trying to give Jimin at least the slightest bit of life, but it was no use. So somewhat like a human wreck set off for the kitchen to provide his body with at least one meal of today. But even the thought of rating something made him nauseated. He really didn't have the slightest desire to swallow anything.

As the dry rice with chicken was in front of him, the first bite was the hardest. He chewed slowly, sitting in almost eerie silence. Trying to listen to everything that was going on around him. Suddenly the sound of the breaking glass and a loud curse, uttered in someone's soft voice came to his hearing. He furrowed his eyebrows and lifted his gaze upward. Literally, for a moment he felt like his imagination was playing tricks on him again, but then he remembered the previous night. Along with the figure crying in the window.

A voice he heard overhead and a heavy footstep on the floor echoed in his head. It was a girl, he could hear it incredibly clearly now. She was cursing as much as she could, and worst of all she said it all to herself. The blond man felt sorry for her. He didn't want someone so close to him to suffer so much. Even if she was a complete stranger to him. 

So he naively took his way to the building corridor, trying to find the right door. Wanting so bad to knock once or twice. But he didn't. Only fingertips softly moved on the wooden surface of the door. He couldn't do more.

[butter-egg-toast]

Secret admirer 💌

Anon question: how would the boys be as secret admisrs? Like them being romantic? Like a little lovely notes they leave everyday for you? Headcanons or scenarios plz 🙏

Just saw the second movie on YouTube I'm feeling motivated

Short n sweet 🍭

Sorry this took forever 😢

Hope you enjoy

✉Haru: He's definitely the best secret admirer out there. You'll never suspect him. He admitted that he has a crush on you but didn't know how to handle it. So he got some advice from friends.

"You got a letter? Who gave it to you? Do you think you'll respond back?"-Haru

✉Makoto: Is a literal nervous mess. He's nervous and shy. He askes you very specific suspicious and obvious questions regarding the letter. He is relieved you don't think the letter is weird

"So, y/n did you see anything strange today... or did you get anything??" -Makoto

Nagisa: Gets super very excited. Can't keep a secret worth nothing. Tells everyone what he's done.He giggling and asking if you seen something different today (pointing to the obvious)

"Rei chan, look what I wrote for y/n! She's never guess it me♡!!- Nagisa

Rei: He's shy but also is prideful how he woorded the letter. He tells Nagisa how you'll never suspect him. What makes its obvious its him he leaves clever well written riddles

"That is correct, it was I. Did you like what I wrote?"-Rei

Rin: He got the idea from gou and some movie. He thought it would been romantic. Got super embarrassed after realizing what he did. Tried to play it off like he didn't do it but he doesn't want anyone to take credit

"Damn...I didn't think through, um.. yeah it was me...do you like it? "-Rin

Sousuke: He's not the type to do it but somehow  he managed to keep a straight face. With his letters he leaves small pieces of your favorite candy tape to it (this gives it away that its him)

"Did I write that letter? How you figure that out?"-Sousuke

Kisumi: He tries his best not to make it obvious but he put SO much in his letters, like little doodles, hearts and sticker placed all over the letter.

"Wow someone must really like you y/n."-Kisumi

Asahi: He'll go straight forward with you but he'll do words of encouragement letters. When you even mention about the letter he looks like he's going to jump with joy.

"Really?! That letter made your day? Well there's more coming your way!!"-Asahi

Ikuya: Hes good at hiding it but he gave it away quickly after he mention a letter when you never told anyone. You actually caught him putting the letter in your bag. Poor guy got so embarrassed

"Uh...its..here, I have been writing these for you.

Hiyori: Another perfect secret admirer. He's a literal ninja. He's good a keeping his cool when mention. Seems like the type to place hidden letters for you to find all over the campus

"A note.. can I see... well looks like you have a little admirer... and the note is very beautifully written"-Hiyori

Natsuya: does a poor job hiding it. He's Direct with his feelings but he's also very playful with you. He wants you to fall for his words. He'll probably do like a little scavenger hunt of gifts he bought for you to find.

" oh yeah, I wrote that letter, except more to come! -Natsuya

Nao: secret secret admirer (at first). Then over time He wants you to know its him.  Even when you find out its him. He'll keep giving you the notes. He'll also quote bits words from his letters

"It seems someone has a admiration for you y/n i wonder who it is...-Nao

Kaede: His team mates(nagisa)convinced him this was a good idea. Somehow he wrote you letter telling you to meet him somewhere (restaurant). You meet him and he surprises you by ordering any food you want. He seems mean and tough but he's definitely have a loving side

" I shouldn't even listen to those bastards... what you want to eat?"- Kaede

[sillyandquiteawkward]

:333 can I hear the design process that went into Ford? Or Tate?

Or if it was for Fallout OCs, curious on the Kennedy or Bayley “Concept Idea to Current” transition :>>>

<- had too much fun, did everyone mentioned.

oo so when it came to ford and tate, i had a general idea pretty strong from the get go, so there wasnt much exploration, and i wrote general notes i wanted to include in their designs and then kinda just went for it. in my notes and story plotting they were simply referred to as the waiter and the PI.

these are basically the first iterations for them, tho tate took me a while to figure out. tate was also skinnier but then i was like no i need to design with my Heart so i made him more stout instead just a simple tall guy with a dadbod body type. i just always ended up liking how ford turned out so he didnt have many changes (notably it ends up being just his hairstyle).

once i got the gist of the characters down i went back and started looking up clothes and pulling ref images to really hone in on their sense of style and fashion, since that was something for this comic i really wanted to portray. then i went back and drew a bunch of drawings of them in different outfits and tried to figure things out. like tate evolved from trenchcoat and jumpsuits to more simple things like tshirts and jackets.

i made the control meme. and then. i put them on the back burner as i did other things for months. and when the new year hit, i ran to start drawing them again to start the comic on a whim, and did the simple, draw what you remember and see whats the most important character traits. i think i wouldve liked to have more time to really iron more things out before i jumped into the comic but i feared being stuck in planning hell and never being able to Start.

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kennedy is a fun one bc i designed him to be a matching cowboy oc pair with raynersjournal and an overall group of four. simply the concept idea for kennedy was red badboy cowboy twink. another kind of design i did in one based on vibes and probably google images of cowboys for clothes insp. i am a little foggy on my thought process for designing ken but that was pretty much it. one and done type guy. i think i was feeling particularly inspired by funky eyebrows and giant sharp nose shapes.

i think kennedy has been pretty consistent in characterization, but i think i tend to draw kennedy less boxy now, and ive smoothed him out because ive shaped him more into this devious snake oil kind of guy that looks sweet, instead of this whirlwind fireball. for a second, i stopped drawing kennedy with his square jawline, but ive been trying to make sure i remember to draw it bc i think its a good trait of his that makes for nice contrast in his feminine design.

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bayley is Also interesting bc he had several pre-designs which is different for me. the concept of bayley being a fucked up scientist to be the antagonist for cc's story was first inspired by one of my goretober prompts, where a unknown scientist was attempting to vivisect hancock. his design was very minimal and more of an after thought.

after that came me trying to come up with a story and a scientist for cc to Have his third arm from. then i tried to doodle some scientist design with that inspiration from mr. goretober and came up with this guy.

but i didnt like him! i didnt think it was the right type of dynamic Look and i wasnt in love with the design so i tried again when i went to actually make ccs into comic. which is where we get this guy who looks More like bayley, but without the sideburns.

his sideburns grow as time goes on, longer and longer, until i start drawing them Bushy and big and the rest is history, i think i was inspired actually by how ray drew them one time and i just took it and ran. another bayley off shoot is evil bayley who channels mr goretober in his rancid vibes, while looking like regular bayley, bc i love au clones.

[fflurstuff]

random doodle dump of fflurs and emmoths, fflur would be the type to summon emmoth at like 3 in the morning for random party shit (rushed meme art its bad i know)

emmoth does this very specific thing with his hand when he's genuinely amused where he tries to hide his smile. :)

while fflur is light-hearted and easygoing, invoking her rage isnt advised. emmoth's been subject to this fury many times over while they were rivals

more shitty meme art below. if you wanna paste it over an image go ahead lmfao (i have so many images saved already i need more)

emmoth reference fullbody to show off his coat and his tallness

das basically all of the ones i havent posted yet :)) i do have a side by side size comparison of them that i might post later idk

[demoiselettes]

hi hi!! your blog is cute :) can i please request a matchup? im sydney, bisexual, & use she/her pronouns!

for my appearance, im 5’2, have long light brown hair, hazel eyes, a beauty mark above my lip, a button nose, perpetually rosy cheeks, and kinda pale skin! i do kinda have the same body type as mitsuri boobs if that’s any help!

for my personality, im fairly bubbly, affectionate, and optimistic! i love physical affection and i tend to just latch onto people im comfortable with. if something bothers me i won’t really say anything, maybe be a little passive aggressive though aajdkrkrk. im pretty sensitive and tend to wear my heart on my sleeve, even if it hurts sometimes. i love animals, all kinds, and scary movies! as much as i love cute and soft things, im strangely fascinated with scary things! my hobbies include gardening, yoga, reading, baking, doodling, and shopping!

ps my favorite colors are pastels, right now id say it’s pastel or very light pink, maybe yellow! please and thank you :)

Eventide

I match you with Zenitsu Agatsuma!

•First of all, Zenitsu literally acts like he’s drunk around you

•The moment he sees you he forgets everything else, doesn’t take note of what is happening around him, he’s just making a goddamn beeline for you

•It’s a good thing you’re okay with physical affection, since it’s obvious he’ll just jump on you at any opportunity

•Give him hugs, and you’ve got yourself one happy Zenitsu for the day :)

•He really adores your optimistic and cheerful attitude

•It’s simply a nice contrast from most of the people he’s met during his time in the corps (excluding Tanjiro)

•I feel like for that specific reason, he’d come to you whenever something’s bothering him

•Which means a lot, since most things tend to bother him

•Like you’ll just be minding your own business and you’ll suddenly feel someone hug you from behind and sob into your back and start complaining out of nowhere

•But really, he trusts you quite a ton, and he hopes doing so won’t lead to the same results he’s had with his previous girlfriends :(

•For your sake, Zenitsu does his best to toughen up

•If anyone bothers you, he’ll square up to them on your behalf

•More times than not, it ends with him getting punched or insulted, but he doesn’t mind if it’s for your sake

•Usually Zenitsu is a pacifist, so he’ll avoid picking a fight with your offender and will just.. try to talk things through

•If there’s one thing he hates (other than dying) it’s the thought of you being sad or upset in any way

•So you know fugu, Shinobu’s goldfish

•I cannot tell you how many times this dude would get in trouble with Shinobu for sneaking the aquarium to you bc he knows you like animals

•if fugu is off limits, he has.. Chuntaro!

•Fortunately the bird seems to like you quite a lot and isn’t too bothered with Zenitsu using him as bait to charm you

•However, even with how much he loves you, Zenitsu tries not to summon your love for scary stuff too much

•Being in the corps itself is a horror movie on its own, so if you start narrating scary stories, he’s going to pass out and then you’d face the other Zenitsu who’s less gentle..

•Trust me, he’d try to listen to you talk about them, but he’d start shaking and panicking so much and would probably ask you to spend the night with him

•…okay maybe he will ask you to narrate scary stories…

•Definitely takes pride on the fact that’s taller than you, even by a lot and never misses an opportunity to try these ‘charming’ actions of helping you reach for stuff or bending down to your height during conversations to show how much taller he is even though it’s not by a lot lmao i’m sorry

•loves loves loooves to kiss your cheeks! Thinks they’re absolutely adorable and kinda wants to bite them but he’d never that’s between you and me haha

•Most likely someone who would compliment your eyes by saying he ‘gets lost in them’ or he ‘could drown in them’ and even though it’s cheesy, he really means that he loves your eyes from how pretty they are!

•boops your nose a ton, no questions asked

•oh he’ll be taking you shopping alright

•He isn’t shy about spending money for your sake, just as long as you’re happy with him!

•Yeah, his self-esteem is not the best, and he often thinks you’re too good for him which is why he nearly turns into a doormat for your sake :( and giving you whatever you want for a little bit of your love

•Do reassure him that you truly love him though, he might cry a little but it’s from happiness and relief

•he sometimes asks Aoi if he can borrow the kitchen at the butterfly estate to bake goodies with you

•It’s a lot like those scenes where he teases you by smudging flour onto your face, etc..

•he’s a really cliché kind of lover but he’s love is definitely pure and real and he just loves moments of domestic bliss like these

•On the other hand he’s much more reluctant to do yoga.. he’s happy to assist though!

•the definition of ‘draw me like one of your french girls’ he always asks you to doodle him

•Sadly, he can’t get you a ton of books since he’s mostly on mission, but he does compensate by narrating anecdotes from the places he goes to while on those missions!

•Overall he basically worships you

[jils-things]

Hi hello 🐭 anon again and uhh

OMGGHHJKLGFH NOOO I DIDN'T JUST SMILE LIKE A DOOFUS BECAUSE OF YOUR REPLY the images *savesthemimmediately* yesyes he looks very good the clothes the messy ponytail hnnnhgg I wouldn't mind… holding his hand…… what

Hjjfjklllfghjk he seems like such an interesting but tragic character!! ( Partaking in war?? just to care for his mother and him 🥺🥺🥺) And his relationship to Irene is so… wholesome? Like a brother figure watching over her jlkgffxllfdgv I love that!! 🥺🥺 Him letting her leave the house!! I can imagine that she's looking at him with big eyes and he just sighs and is like “I pretend I didn't see you leaving” GOSH I LOVE THAT (I don't know anything about his personality but that's my first impression and I hope that's alright telling you…..) Also bc I'm curious: How is his reaction to Irene and Norton getting together? 👀

Btw I… I just noticed that he has a skin based on another fav/crush of mine (I just feel the need to share bc I'm loosing my mind what a coincidence) and- I mean his normal skin with the hood is also very nice and uh- no I'm sure this won't become a thing uhh I guess it's over for me isn't it heellp

-Shy 🐭 anon

hello again 😈😈😈 hehee go stare at the pics gogogo 😈😈 /t jeje

yess!! i adore him sm for thattt 💚💚 it started first as me being biased to him because i main him in-game and didn't know him very much, but not until i tried to read his story did i feel more appreciative of him 🥹 then boom. familial. hehehe i wanted to reflect their sweet bond to how i feel abt him irl (i know that's majority of everyone's fo list but it just feels different here ngl wohoho) soooo yes! AND YES that little scenario is spot on!!! she is exactly the type to give him puppy dog eyes (and he looks stern as hell) but give it 5 seconds, he'd sigh and tells her, defeated - to go ahead 🔥🔥🔥

AND OIUGHDHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEE NAIB AND NORTON ARE SO FUNNY TO MEEE ok so these two are actually a very popular duo for some reason (they never met irl) and the way they portray their dynamic is that... THEY FIGHT EACH OTHER A LOT!!! LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT ITS FUNNYYYY even the stageplay adapted their little quarrel but made it seem like they're homies at the same time HAHAA 💚💚 and it's almost the same for my ship too!

naib is actually very against irene liking norton since it conflicts what her father wants for her (irene shouldn't be liking commoners) and this is partially him being protective of her (but masks it off as "just being your bodyguard") but time goes by and he really notices just how much irene wanted to be with norton and only him, so there'd be one day where he'd confront norton like; "campbell. you are not going to break lady irene's heart or i will GET YOU. give her a chance." (at the time, norton is very closed off with his feelings for her. its typical of him) and when they do get together ... they're like silly close rivals. butts heads often but they're pretty cool 👍👍👍

i have this silly doodle that perfectly reflects what i think about them! i think its better to see with visuals too hehe

[psyoniks]

i got bored and doodled 1/4 of my fan kids on my notes app. finally made more kids so cody and cain aren't just homestuck inserts. might actually draw them asp

casy garcia and sean ashley

weird creepy pasta kid and annoying theater kid

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cody dreams on derse and is a mage of mind and sean dreams on prospit and is a maid of heart

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fun facts/random stuff:

cody constantly draws operator symbols on his arm because its fucking cool.

he will spam everyone at 3am in the pestergroup chat to show his shitty proof of mothman. he didn't sleep for 72 hours and was running on coffee. it was just a moth on his window.

speaking of, he's terrified of moths. they're the devil incarnate.

stole his name from the best creepypasta x virus

gets genuinely anxious at the idea of aliens existing. he's going to have a hell of a breakdown at some point.

never shuts up about Pokémon. ever.

most likely nonbianry or smth but he ain't got time to figure that out

likes glam rock, screamo and vocaloid

makes short horror films and likes bringing his cam recorder into the woods next to his house to try(and unsuccessfully)find evidence of the supernatural.

makes multiple dnd character sheets because its fun but never uses them. and because he's a nerd and has no one to play with irl.

plays the electric guitar but he's extremely bad at it.

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he watches way too many shitty romcoms

sean wants to visit paris to have a main character love story moment.

people think he's annoying because he likes to be dramatic for the fun of it and is very theatrical. so he tries to tone it down when he's not alone, but it's pretty hard for him.

he's the type to read a book or write in a journal at a concert to seem 'mysterious' and by the off chance his favorite band invites him backstage to have a tour or some shit(he's so real).

in the theater club at his school, hasn't gotten a lead yet but he will eventually!(he won't)

sean actually has terrible stage freight, but still has a passion the preforming arts, so he joined the club in the spur of the moment to try and get over it

tripped over his own foot during opening night for a musical and ended up starting a fire somehow.

likes high-school musical and glee.

actually plays a sport, soccer.

pretends to know french because it thinks it makes him seem more sophisticated. He does not know french.

hates coffee but drinks it anyways. thinks its 'romantic' since coffee shop love stories are all rage.

reads old boring books that you'd read in english class like the great gabsty because he thinks it make him seem more mature.

he's actually very happy to help out his friends anytime they need something

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cody and sean like to discuss about the conspiracy theories about the cult theater people, the mystery of hamlet curse, superstitions and of the incredibly specific scenario if aliens were to infect humans to sing and dance(tgwdlm real). other than that they like to play video games, though their tastes are wildly different. cody likes horror while sean likes those really bad visual novels, which cody makes fun of. they also both unironically like twilight. cody is team jacob and sean is team edward and they do argue about it.

[dethbug]

OHMYGOSH FOR THE VALENTINES SELF SHIP ASK AND FOR LOFFMAN OFC!,!.!: the ship of all time 😌😌 the ship to ever ever ever

Darling, hugs, love letters, and smitten!!! >:3

HEY YOU. i love you. i would do doodles for this but my energy is looooowwww rn so youll just have to go by my descriptions for rn but i will doodle it later hehe :)

~ darling ; what outfits would you both wear on a date? feel free to show pics!

dates in hoffman's mind are "going to a fancy restaurant" or "going to a fancy dance" OR SOMETHING like he always approached dates as ... "they need to be extravagant/big" -- overtime ive shown him that anything can be considered a date......essentially ive shown him the joys of a nice night in,, with fort making and shitty baking ^_^ SO THAT BEING SAID it really just depends what we end up doing for a date night!!!!

when we get all dressed up for something fancy, he is always sure to match with me (i.e. a burgundy tie to match with my burgundy dress) -- it was a trend that started from our first fancy date and it was completely unexpected,, and seeing how much it made me melt,, he never stopped... it definitely stayed an unspoken thing

"...I like that tie." "I like your dress." (cue the knowing smiles + intense eye contact)

for a simpler night in, we just stay in our pajamas :) i am one to wear one of his shirts + shorts or sweats ,, and hes just a sweats guy. yeah he rocks no shirt , his honkers are out for the world to see. sorry abt that

~ hugs ; are you and f/o affectionate / open about your relationship in public?

yeah. we're annoying as fuck im SORRY. im just the type to always be holding on his arm, or his hand --- and hes the type to always have a hand on the small of my back, or an arm across my shoulders, etc etc

he isnt afraid to kiss in public - THAT CAN MAKE ME RLLY EMBARRASSED AND FLUSTERED THO so its him that initiates the face hold + gentle peck just to see me get all red (he chooses his timing w that tho - he is a trickster. a fool if you will.)

~ love letters ; are they good at expressing how they feel? what’s their best way of letting you know they love you?

it took hoffman some time to express any sort of emotion around me. ever since everything that happened with his sister, and ... how he coped with his grief :( ... he learned how to keep his emotions locked away and buried deep, deep down. hence why us falling in love/getting together at all is such a slow burn - bc he tries to bottle all his emotions away AND we start out ...strongly disliking one another (YA LOFFMAN IS ENEMIES TO LOVERS LMAOOOOO he fell first tho. i can talk abt the timeline of this for hours . i will spare yall for now but pls shoot me an ask if ur curious @ anyone who may be reading this)

but over time ... once he finally is in touch with that side of himself again... him expressing his love is very quiet. he speaks more-so through physical touch + acts of service/gift giving,, as hes never been good with words. but ,, he loves taking care of me. whether thats when im sick, or im overwhelmed, or he just simply wants to because he wants to. (he also loves holding me any chance he gets.....hes a very soft person at heart, not that hed want anyone to truly know that tho hehehh)

~ smitten ; was it easy for the people around you and f/o to figure out you liked each other? did they get involved in you getting together at all?

I THINK THAT GREATLY DEPENDS ON WHO IT IS. i think amanda knew first because ... partially its bc shes my twin and knows me as well as she knows herself , and could see through WHAT I THOUGHT WAS my "hatred" for him (that comes with its own drama tho tbh) -- but on the other side of the coin, i dont think kramer/lawrence were quick to realize it at all

ALL THIS TOOK FOREVER FOR ME TO TRY AND EXPLAIN IN A WAY THAT MAKES SENSE IM SO SORRY my brain feels fried rn ......

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[buckyr00s]

Call Sign: FANBOY

pairing: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x Reader

summary: There are reasons why Mickey Garcia got the call sign he did. But maybe the most important one...is you.

warnings/tags: short and sweet fluff, possible canonical inaccuracies (?), a lil meta

author’s note: I really thought my first writing post would be about Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, or Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw considering my URL but there is a severe lack of Fanboy content on this website. Also, I’m not sure if some of the stuff I wrote is canonically correct but it is what it is lol A special thank you to @bradshawsbaby​ for all your support and help. Thank you, thank you! Hope you all enjoy :)

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There’s no denying that Mickey Garcia is a damn good WSO. Despite being one of the youngest in his Top Gun cohorts, he is one of the best the US Navy’s ever seen. Being one the best, however, does not make him immune to the teasing that comes with Naval camaraderie. That’s very evident in his call sign: FANBOY.

When anyone asks him about the origins of his call sign, he’ll recite an answer he’s handcrafted ever since the name was assigned to him. First, he’ll blame his age. As one of the youngest, Mickey automatically got the ‘little brother’ designation and the treatment that goes along with that. 

He’ll bring up his first time around at Top Gun and the frequent pranks that his buddies would pull on him. He’ll talk about the one time his friends broke into his locker to orchestrate a surprise--fake--spider prank, criticizing their lack of originality. To be fair, his combination was his birthday, so it wasn’t the best security measure on his part. He’ll usually leave that detail out, but when he does let it slip, he’ll immediately make it clear that he’s learned his lesson.

He’ll recount how in opening his locker, his friends were greeted by a gallery of photos of his family, his friends, his love, and...still photos of Top Gun (1986). “Listen, that movie changed lives,” he’ll justify. “And it’s not like I’m the only one who wanted to join the Navy after watching it”. He’s right, but still. FANBOY strike 1.

Then, he’ll talk about how they also stumbled on his CD collection. Yes, he is the type of person who in a time when digital streaming has made CDs virtually obsolete, continually purchases, collects, and frequently uses CDs. “They’re cool to have and something I can pass down,” he shrugs. On top of that, though, the man kept the CDs in his locker. “For convenience,” he’ll stress. “Everyone loves a good playlist.” FANBOY strike 2.

He’ll mention how his friends explain what they did next. He was told that when people discover a collection, naturally, there’s a desire to go through it. And that’s what his buddies did. Led Zeppelin. Jimi Hendrix. Stevie Wonder. Selena. Bob Dylan. The Jackson 5. Nirvana. Bad Bunny. Jay-Z. BTS. Backstreet Boys. Carrie Underwood. N*SYNC. JLO. He especially got teased for the last few. FANBOY strike 3.

But most of all, he got teased for a certain CD. It was a blank CD, the cover flipped to its blank side. Written in Sharpie, the cover read, “To Star, from your biggest fan”. Surrounding the writing were the attempts of heart and star doodles, though they looked more like guitar picks and sparks. He tried his best. But it was clear what it was: a mixtape.

He’ll describe how his friends must have scrambled, forgetting about the prank they planned to execute. He’ll think about how they must have decided that the more appealing option was to dive deeper into their discovery. They probably slammed his locker shut, sprinting to the lounge to pop the CD into the CD player. Mickey imagines his friends huddled around the speaker, leaning closely and intently as they anticipated what they would hear. 

The first few seconds were silent.

Then a rustling. 

A deep breath in. 

And out.

“Hi baby. I miss you so much. I know the distance has been as tough on you as it has been for me. But I want to thank you for always being there. For supporting me. And as we continue to follow our dreams separately, just know that I think of you constantly. That you and our future together are always on my mind. That I’m so proud of you for doing your thing and admire you so much for it. I’m your biggest fan, forever and always. Sky’s the limit with you and me, Star. I love you.”

And with that, Berlin’s Take My Breath Away starts to play. FANBOY strike... it probably isn’t quantifiable at this point.

My God, did that really take his friends’ breaths away. Mickey was told that they didn’t know whether to cringe, laugh, or sympathize. So...they stayed frozen.

A few bars into the song, he walked into the lounge, drawn by the familiar tune. He found them all gathered around the CD player, eyes wide and jaws dropped. Processing.

“What’s going on?” he gently asked, apprehension and suspicion radiating off of him.

Collectively, his friends’ eyes trail from their stare at the CD player to his confused face. Mickey will describe how he saw it happen in slow motion. He’ll paint the exact moment he figured out what his friends discovered and how they’d next respond. He says he had a millisecond to prepare himself.

Then, the room erupted. His friends jumped up, whooping, hollering, whistling, cackling, making smooching noises. They called him whipped. Love struck. But what can he say? He’s a fanboy.

author’s note: Andddd that’s it. That’s my first writing post. Hope you like it! I have ideas for what would happen when Fanboy introduces Star!Reader to his Navy friends. I would love any comments and feedback, as well as any requests you might have! 

Also a special thank you, again, to @bradshawsbaby​ for the idea of Fanboy making a mixtape for his love and his friends finding it. Such a cute, funny, and fitting idea. Thank you, thank you!

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[allovertheplace-writing]

HEY! I wanted to request headcanons of Azul, Floyd, Jade, Leona and Riddle being in a relationship with the reader that is known to be intimidating, but when they are near them, they cannot maintain their posture and become soft. English is not my first language, so if I've written something wrong, I'll do my best not to repeat the mistake next time. I hope you have a great day

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Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Azul, Floyd, Jade, Leona, and Riddle

Genre: Fluff

Type: Headcanon

Description: Their intimidating s/o is actually super soft for them

Warning(s): Floyd being a tad possessive and Jade being mean (but what is new lol)

Hi!! Thank you so much for sending a request in, and for asking me a question! I'm so happy I got another Twst request, especially one I can relate to :>

You did everything right by the way! No need to worry. I really hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day too ♡

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   ➢ Azul

Azul has noticed how you struggle to keep your expression neutral near him

He himself does his best to keep his image pristine and menacing

So he understands, at least he believes so

But he never quite breaks around you the way you do him

Your eyes soften when he enters your view, your lips tug into a small smile, and your shoulders lax more often than not

Although, before the both of you began dating, he always grew flustered

How could someone as stern as yourself be so doting?

Azul tends to avoid you at times, but only because he knows both of you will most likely forgo your images

And he just can't take it, his heart is beating too fast!!

   ➢ Floyd

Floyd is one to try and get any, and all, reactions from you

So when you get all smiley and red around him, he really wants to keep you all to himself

He can't help but squeeze you sometimes- you're just too cute, being soft like that

Floyd enjoys teasing you when he's bored or in a bad mood

Perhaps a nibble here and there just to hear you squeak >:3

Or maybe he'll lean on you when you're talking to someone so you get nervous and warm-

You let him get away with a few things that Jade and Azul wouldn't, like when he doodles in class or leans his head on your shoulder to snooze for a little bit

He's a bit of menace to say the least, but he's your menace

   ➢ Jade

Jade adores messing with you

Either flustering you until you find it hard to breathe or riling you up so you become frustrated to the point of sulking

He tries not to go too hard on you, of course- but he just has a fascination with seeing your face twist into something new

He'll never get over the first time you smiled at him though, the way your eyes softened and creased truly took him off guard

Jade honestly finds it a novel how relaxed you become around him, laughing and acting so cute with him beside you

He finds its funny that others see you as this.. intimidating figure

To him you're like a mouse

Timid and cute

Although, your "timid" is more so glaring at the person until they themselves scamper away

You're truly fun to be with, amusing might be a better word

   ➢ Leona

Leona finds you quite amusing, falling apart around him and all

Seeing your stone face transform at the mere sight of him almost had him laughing, his eyes took on a soft gleam of their own

You and him.. are rather similar

He feels as though Ruggie made a bet that you'd both get together at some point

Leona's content with just cuddling or sitting beside each other in the greenhouse, but you somehow take a step further and place a kiss on his nose every time

He should predict it by now but it still takes him by surprise

He likes teasing you too, by the way! Not as much as the Leech's though, just.. a normal amount

Like holding certain items out of reach or purposely getting close to you so he can make a comment on your heart rate

   ➢ Riddle

Another one to be flustered, Riddle is often seen with painted cheeks around you

The amount of love you hold within your eyes when you smile at him or help him bake makes him feel like the soft one

His breath is often taken away, such as this one time you called out to him about the textbook he left on the table

He turned around and your expression held nothing but adoration whilst you handed it to him

If he didn't have a class within the minute, he most definitely would've melted to the floor where he stood

Absolutely smitten this lad is, you don't see it sometimes but he has the biggest smile when you're focusing on work- not to mention he's proud of you for being so diligent

He is sure to correct anyone if they make a terribly wrong assumption about you

In no way are you mean! >:C

OFF WITH YOUR-

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[headcanons-n-shit]

Can I get the ffxiv boys and pining for their s/o?

aw im so weak for pining.....

pining for a not-yet s/o (ff14 boissss)

Thancred

Oh how his heart aches for you. Thancred has always loved easily and deeply, but something about you makes him pause. Makes him look at you, and look at himself, and look at the two of you together, and he yearns for that, but. Hes scared. You live dangerous lives, how could he ask this of you.

Outwardly nothing seems to change. Maybe he touches you a bit more, and his touches linger a little longer. Maybe he laughs a little too loud. Maybe he jumps a little too quickly at any opportunity to go on missions with you, or room with you, or just to spend time with you. But he's a good friend, and he'll keep being a good friend even with his bleeding heart.

Urianger

The chronic sighing type. He likes to watch you, though he'll feel a little like a creep whenever he catches himself. But he likes to watch your hands, your mouth, your eyes. The way you move, especially when youre relaxed. Sometimes Y'shtola will catch him with his chin in his hand, watching you and sighing. She doesnt even need to say anything-- just a single Look and urianger is blushing and stammering excuses.

Ultimately its grief and fear that keep him from seriously contemplating his feelings for you. To lose the great love of his life, and then to watch you throw yourself at danger after danger, at increasingly impossible odds. And you come back every time, but his poor heart just cant handle it.

G'raha

Raha raha raha. All that time locked in solitude with only his thoughts of you to keep him afloat, and now that youre here with him he doesnt know what to do with himself. He wants to spend every moment with you. He doesnt want to overwhelm you. He wants to give you everything you ever could have wanted in the world. He feels like he barely knows you anymore-- and hes falling in love with you all over again.

Outwardly, he spends intense stretches of time with you, and then no matter how hard you look you cant find hide or tail of him. His retreat is the library and its walls of books, and his notebooks where he pours out his feels inbetween pages of actual research. (There are even little doodles. Its adorable.)

Estinien

One of those angy piners. He’s attracted to you and he’s so mad about it. Always glaring at you from across the room-- you wonder what you’ve done to tick him off this time, but in truth your hair just looks cute today or he likes that color top on you. He tries to compliment you, he really does, but it always seems to come out gruff and awkward. The only one who knows the truth of his feelings for a long time is Aymeric, and he has promised never to tell.

The source of his hesitation when it comes to his feelings for you is, ultimately, fear. Of himself. Of his feelings: they’re this thick tangle in his chest, this overwhelming wave that borders on sacrilegious. He loves you, totally and completely, with all his heart and all his devotion, the way he has loved no one but Aymeric and the Fury. He loves you more than Aymeric and the Fury. He loves you as Hraesvelgr loved Shiva, and that? that scares him. but at the same time, who other than the other Azure Dragoon could bear the full flame of his love?

Aymeric

A hopeless romantic, through and through. He wants to buy you flowers and gifts and take you on dates, he wants to gaze longingly into your eyes and maybe even *gasp* hold your hand. But he is also a man married to his work, chained to his station and limited by the perceptions of those around him. Even with him as the the Lord Commander and you as the Warrior of Light, he can’t risk showing you even a fourth of the favoritism he so desires.

But that doesn’t mean he shows you no favoritism. Despite Ishgard’s snowy climate, he always finds a way to make sure there is a vase of flowers in your room when you come to visit. He has the cooks learn all of your favorite foods. He calls you into his office whenever you’re in Ishgard to listen to whatever adventure you’ve last gone on or project you’ve found yourself invested in. By the Fury, the dopey, lovestruck look on his face: it’s a good thing that these meetings are private. And when you’re not in Ishgard, expect to receive many a letter asking about your whereabouts and health.

Haurchefant

Wait are you telling me Haurchefant DOESN’T simp for the WoL in canon?

Jkjk though honestly nothing about his behavior towards you really changes, at least not from your perspective. He falls for you hard and he falls for you fast. He longs to shower you with praise, even moreso than he already does. And gifts: the black de chocobo he gives you is a declaration of the highest order, a practically boastful show of dowry, and in public nonetheless! He’s embarrassed if the WoL isn’t a native Ishgardian and doesn’t realize what kind of display it is-- he’s even more embarrassed if you are, or if you recognize his affections in his actions.

He holds off on making any serious promises because there’s a war going on around you both. He loves you, he does, but duty must come first, his and yours. You’re going to see this through, together, and then maybe, maybe, at duty’s end...

Sidurgu

Oh this sweet boy. Sidurgu already has trouble processing his emotions, you can’t do this to him. Just looking at you makes him feel all warm and squishy. It’s like looking at Rielle or Myste, kinda, the same but different, somehow, worse. he looks at you and he feels all flushed and cool and calm and squirmy and he can’t makes heads or tails of the feeling so he tries to cram it down but he can’t, he just can’t. It keeps clawing its way back up his throat at the absolute worst times. “Love”, the moogles call it, and he hates it, he hates it, and he wants nothing more.

Expect a lot of snappy compliments that at first sound like insults. Maybe he’ll shove a shirt you were looking at in the market or your favorite food wrapped in parchment paper into your arms suddenly and with no explanation and then just flee with his usual panther stalk. He looks so angry when he goes, and you wonder if you’ve done something to tic him off, but the gift is so heartfelt, you’re just as confused as he is.

(Rielle rests her face in her hands. You’re both so stupid and she loves you both so much.)

BONUS

Drillemont

He honestly thought himself too old for this kind of thing, but trust the Warrior of Light to reignite flames where once there had only been ashes. His love for you sparks from a candle flame to a raging inferno, and he is helpless before the blaze. 

He might be too old for pining, but he isn’t too old for courtship, as limited as it is in a place like Whitebrim. Whether you visit rarely or as often as you can, he will always make time for you. To check over you and your equipment and ensure your safety and health, at least. To dine with you and talk, if you’ll allow him. To grant you safety and succor-- in his bed even, if that’s what you desire. He knows you are both bound by duty, that his will hold him rooted here and yours will carry you far, far away. But for you that flame will still burn, and it will warm him even on the darkest, coldest of nights.

[j-art-2d2]

Okay so I saw that you wanted Jinx requests so hear me out-

Jinx and Vi with a stoner s/o?? So sorry if this goes against your rules. I tried to look for your rules but I couldn’t find em <3 you don’t have to add vi If you don’t want to

such a good idea i am hearing u out to the fullest extent !! and thanks for being so respectful! i just created my masterlist so at the time of you sending this i hadn’t had a rules list yet

bold of you to assume vi isn’t my second love

as a pothead i am eating this idea up!!

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Jinx w/ Stoner S/O

🍃everyone already assumes she smokes because of her tattoos

🍃definitely has the coolest set up. im talking personalized bongs and bowls. glow in the dark rolling trays. ashtrays she doodled on shoutout to silcos ashtray

🍃speaking of silco, she smokes in the house despite him not liking it. it’s like typical annoying dad behavior. he’s not actually mad about it because he knows how it helps her but he’ll still be uptight about it.

🍃gets “caught” smoking in her room all the time and “lies” about it to be funny because she knows she’s not actually in trouble. it’ll be like, silco : were you smoking in her !?! jinx : *grinning, eyes squinty* nope the room : YES!!!!

🍃jinx honestly has more than enough reasons to smoke. anxiety, trauma, ptsd, to calm the voices and herself, to clear her mind, etc.. it’s mental illness love

🍃used to smoke by herself in her room in the dark :( but once u came along she started smoking more with you and having fun with it

🍃only other person she smokes with is ekko. always invites you. doesn’t wanna go anymore if you’re not but goes anyway. texts/calls you the whole time she’s there

🍃one of her fav things to do now with you is have a smoke sesh. you, her, blankets, squishmallows. mini fridge for food and drinks and a snack shelf. made a whole playlist just for when you guys are smoking. always insists on watching hangover

🍃wakes you up with breakfast and a joint she rolled with a heart filter in it. whenever she rolls for you she always makes the filter into a heart. always.

🍃whenever you guys are out you can count on her to have her pen and oil with her but always comes prepared w at least one joint heart filter of course!

🍃prefers joints over blunts. bongs over bowls. avid bong water spiller tho weed over oils. only smokes dabs when things are really bad and she NEEDS it. uses blue cotton candy flavored papers for funsies sometimes

🍃def always has weed under nails bc like.. they’re long lol but she also uses her nails to pack down and ash out bowls so she has ash under them too hate to admit it our girl is nasty but its ok i am too 🤪

🍃definitely the type to laugh while you’re coughing and tearing up because of a bong hit but will get you water without you asking. always gets her own bev but doesn’t even drink it the whole sesh because she’s too busy talking

🍃always says “holy shit girl queen pussy boss” after you take a really big bong hit

🍃has to blow her bang out of her face before she lights a joint. always lights her bang on fire when taking a bong hit

🍃listens to rock music when she rolls. says it gets her in the zone and helps her focus. shaky hands

🍃you have to keep telling her to smoke whenever she tells a story because she will just keep talking and forget she even has the joint in her hand or that its her turn to hit the bowl/bong

🍃always wants candy when she gets the munchies

🍃will sneak into your room and leave mini jars of weed for you to find later. or if you’re otp w her and start complaining about not having weed she’ll say “look in [random object]”. you look and boom mini jar with weed. its always fresh too you dont know how she does it

🍃started smoking with herbs because she had a conversation with you about the benefits. giving very “this shit is a girl blunt,i only smoke girl blunts”

🍃always gets free weed because she’s pretty but also drug dealers are scared of her :)

🍃you and her like to play smoking games. who can hold their hit for the longest? who can do the best smoke tricks? who can roll the fastest?

🍃gets extra touchy and needy with you when you guys smoke. needs all the cuddles and kisses in the world.

🍃said “i know a spot” and took you to the old arcade

Vi w/ Stoner S/O

🍃first things first. prefers blunts over joints. will always smoke a blunt. bongs intimidate her. you had to literally beg her to hit yours. always gets bong water in her mouth.

🍃has a surplus of backwood rolling trays and grinders. always wears her backwood hoodie to the cyph. giving very frat boy

🍃will always roll for you without you having you ask. she loves when you watch her roll and then compliment how it’s hitting afterwards. flexes every time someone says she rolls good. embarrassing.

🍃used to always just smoke with ekko but started feeling left out because ekko kept inviting jinx so she started bringing you. now the four of you alwayssss smoke together

🍃can smoke in her apartment but her roommate caitlyn is so annoying about it so she has to put a towel under the door and light a candle/incense

🍃is always saying “i need a new candle” “i need more incense”

🍃always gets ash on her hand/arm wraps/bandages. keeps accidentally lighting it on fire while lighting a blunt

🍃gets the munchies and eats all her snacks but doesn’t remember she did the next day and asks you what happened to her snacks

🍃always has weed stuck in her hair and under her nails. actually let’s you run your fingers through her hair if you just touched some sticky weed and can’t get all of it out of your fingers. you don’t know why but it always works

🍃loves to provide you with weed. will randomly just put a few nugs in your hand when she drops you off at home as a show of love

🍃same as jinx. mini fridge for drinks and food. hides snacks in a bin under her bed. prefers to cook for you though.

🍃picked up smoking in jail and it just stuck ever since. mainly for fun/enjoyment. vi just likes being high lol does help with any anxiety, depression, trauma, ptsd, etc.. she may have

🍃plays sad boy trap music when she rolls. says it’s a vibe but you know it just makes her feel cool

🍃looks at you in horror when you take a huge hit. rubs your back when you cough and opens your water for you. jokes when she knows you’re okay.

🍃always gets free weed because she’s THE BRO to all the drug dealers. they let her buy on credit and don’t even ask her to pay it back.

🍃loves to get cuddled up with you to smoke. pulls out all of her blankets and pillows. bought a projector just to watch action and bad scary movies with you when you guys smoke

🍃likes to “share” her hits with you by blowing them into your mouth while you kiss

🍃actually enjoys having a pen and oil. gets matching ones for you and her but still will give you hers to hit.

🍃has been begging jinx to teach her how to make a heart filter

🍃doesn’t understand what you mean by “girlblunt” but bought herbs for when you come over to smoke anyways. even put them in cute little jars for you shoutout to jinx for the jars

🍃kisses the blunt before asking you to light it. that’s how it goes. she rolls. you light.

🍃always passes the blunt/joint to you first during the sesh respectfully 🙏

🍃said “i know a spot” and took you to the world ekko made