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⚠️⚠️ TO THE BREADHEAD LOVERS OUT THERE ⚠️⚠️

This is for you :3

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SAM/LYLE FANS STAY WINNING

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That 3fs granny clip but it's Sam and Dan's hideous ass posture (I think it's pretty visible that his posture wasn't one of the best before JUST IMAGINE how worse it got as a cursed)

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I made a monster.

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my first contribution to this dope as shit fsndom. I love this creep so much. also, if it can even be noticeabl I put some of others ppl hc of their designs bc i thoufht they where awesome so. i kinda added them to m own design and yea,,

I LOVE LYLE!!!!! *I yell as I scape the memtal asylum*

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selfshippers

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i need to to horrendous things to this man

/horny

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Love is in the air

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haiii haii I've been loving like, LOVING ur writing and i want to request some headcanons of hoarder alex x reader!!! (romantic ofc)

any, give me any!!! and my. life is yours!!!!

ur amazing btw🫶🫶🫶🩷💥

-🩷💛🩵

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Rat ting for being so nice, my colourful Anon!

- SAINT RUNE

─── ⋆⋅ WASTE UNDER THE BRIDGE ⋅⋆ ──

⛧° Summary: A Compilation Of Romantic Headcanons Featuring Hoarder Alex X Reader

⛧° Character(s): Hoarder Alex (ENA: Dream BBQ)

⛧° Genre: Headcanons, SFW

⛧° Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

⛧° Image Credits: @JoelG

⋆˙⟡ You find out he collects things not for their value, but because they once made someone feel something. He won’t tell you directly—it slips out one day while he’s ranting about “emotional tax” and how he “had to steal that cracked teacup because it was blushing when someone held it wrong.” When you realize he keeps your chewed pencil stub in a silk pouch next to a rusted brooch that “smelled like grief,” you understand he’s been hoarding you, too. He denies it. Loudly. Red-faced. Clutching his bag like a saint clutches a relic. But the pouch smells like your shampoo.

⋆˙⟡ Dates are spontaneous disasters. One time, you suggest a picnic. Hoarder Alex agrees—after packing his entire collection of expired coupons, bent nails, and a taxidermy lizard named Ernesto. He calls this his Emergency Emotional Buffer Kit. You end up sitting on a pile of newspapers from 1992 while he screams at the clouds about a dream he had where you left him for a lampshade. He swears it’s a premonition. You swear you like him. He turns pink and shushes you like he’s protecting a national secret.

⋆˙⟡ He absolutely does not get jealous. That’s ridiculous. He’s above that. Except when someone breathes within 10 feet of you. Then he’s clenching his trash bag like it’s a weapon and whispering things like “They’re mine, thief. Back off before I tax your aura.” You try not to laugh. You fail. He makes a wounded noise and calls you a heartless scoundrel. You kiss his snout and he forgets what he was mad about. (Until tomorrow. When he remembers. And sulks. With purpose.)

⋆˙⟡ He can’t sleep unless you’re holding onto something of his. A shoelace. A cassette tape. Once, he gave you a chipped tooth in a velvet box and whispered, “This… was from a duel. You may keep it. Just… sleep with it close.” You ask what the duel was about. He says “tax evasion” and refuses to elaborate. The tooth smells like peppermint and regret. You keep it on your nightstand anyway.

⋆˙⟡ When he’s sad, he talks to the things. You once caught him lecturing a crushed soda can about heartbreak. “They said they liked the way I yelled at traffic, and now—now they’re reading poetry to the park bench! The bench!” You step out of hiding and hand him a warm drink. He stares. Then mutters, “Stupid… beautiful… altruistic harpy…” before shuffling into your arms like a guilty, growling dog. You hold him until he stops mumbling.

⋆˙⟡ He has written at least seven dramatic farewell letters to you, each time he thinks you’re going to leave him. One is 18 pages long and includes a eulogy for himself written in third-person. You once tried to throw one away. He gasped like you’d burned down the Louvre and then recited the entire thing aloud. With tears. You now keep them all in a little binder labeled: “For When Alex is Feeling Theatrical.” He calls this treason. But he lets you do it.

⋆˙⟡ He made you a gift once. It was a sculpture of your silhouette—made entirely from melted lighters and bottle caps. It somehow looked… perfect. “I made it from the objects that looked at me wrong after I met you,” he says, grinning like a madman. “Now they’ll never forget you.” You’re not sure whether to kiss him or call a priest. You do both. He blushes for four hours.

⋆˙⟡ Hoarder Alex has a list of every nice thing you’ve ever said to him. It’s stored in a moldy journal marked CONFESSIONS AND UNPAID DEBTS. Occasionally, he’ll flip it open dramatically and reread them aloud when he’s feeling insecure. “June 3rd, you said I looked ‘chaotically charming.’ That was a lie, wasn’t it?! Don’t comfort me. It was a pity compliment.” You cradle his face and say it again. He screams into your shoulder like you stabbed him with love. You didn’t. Yet.

⋆˙⟡ Every time you touch him gently, he twitches like it’s the first time someone’s done that without trying to steal his stuff. You once brushed a leaf out of his ponytail and he went silent for a full minute. Then said, in a whisper, “That was illegal.” You said, “What?” He said, “You just vandalised my soul.” Then asked if you’d do it again.

⋆˙⟡ When you’re sad, he doesn’t comfort you in the traditional sense. No. He rants at the world on your behalf. “WHO HURT YOU?! I’LL STEAL THEIR DOORFRAME! I’LL PETITION THE SKY FOR A PERSONAL THUNDERSTRIKE!” Then he brings you something ridiculous—like a bent fork or a glitter-covered napkin—and says, “This reminded me of your anger. It deserves to be hoarded.” It always makes you laugh. Which he counts as a personal victory. His ears twitch. His chest swells. He says, “You’re welcome.” As if he didn’t just gift you a cursed spoon.

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⚠️⚠️ TO THE BREADHEAD LOVERS OUT THERE ⚠️⚠️

This is for you :3

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send ideas, imma be bored tomorrow fr🫃

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ADRIANA SALTEE🗣️💥💥

more frankie bc i lvoe him hes my bbgerl and my slave amd hes awesome nad i.adore him and hes cute amd hes a rabbit amd hes FUCKING EVERYTHI

:3c

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Frankie scaring a sprunki but he's serious and ghost Frankie behind like, 🤨

-my little brother

did my best... I think couldn't reach his standars....✊😞

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Yay you’re back!

Have a doodle of Danji

This is an old doodle :,)

WAZAAAA💥💥💥

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What if… erm 🤔

What if Cartoon Frankie accidentally hurt Henry?

better get ready bc im COMING IN HOT🔥🔥🔥🥵

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Henry bc hes awesome sauce

fr🙏🔥

im feeling silly🍆

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im still kicking

art dump going nowwww💥