thinking about camilo madrigal with an artist best friend (or s/o, for the simps)

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just imagine the endless drawing references you can get out of him, inclusive of different poses, body types, heights, and all. he always complains about it but hey, it’s always a joy to poke fun at you when you’re sitting there staring at him for hours on end—even if is for a sketch and nothing more. he’ll be dramatic, claiming that “you’re only using me for my body!”, but even if you know it’s a joke, you’d still pinch his arm for it because how dare he accuse you of such a thing. no harm done though, he finds your serious reaction adorable (it’s hilarious, really), and he’ll lose it even more when you scold him for moving from the pose you initially had him in for reference.

bonus: he will definitely attempt to jumpscare you when you’re really focused and it always ends up in you chasing his hysterical ass around town halfheartedly threatening murder for ruining your sketch

thinking about camilo with a puppy crush on dolores’ or one of his older cousins’ friends who isn’t interested in him

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y/n: im 20 so i cant fw u

camilo: youre 20 ???

y/n: yeah,,

camilo: issok no one has to know bbgirl 😰🤫

y/n: DONT !! 😠 DONT CALL ME BABYGIRL im not ur fucking spanish teacher dont do that 😭

camilo:

hola como estas shardy 😏✨

thinking about howl pendragon with an artist s/o

imagine sitting in the far corner of the bathroom for hours, just watching him doing his thing in his natural habitat. imagine admiring his beguiling features, itching to sketch it out, picturing the drag of your paintbrush across the canvas. imagine actually painting with him as your muse. he wouldn’t dare move an inch if it meant you got the perfect view of him, and when you’re finally finished with your piece, he comes up behind you to see what you’ve made. intense waves of emotion after emotion passes through him such that he can’t even put a name to every single thing he feels because only you could capture every single detail of him—inner and outer flaws and all, even a few things he doesn’t like about himself but will never admit to it—and turn it into a beautiful work of art

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thinking about the most normal, everyday things about iwaizumi hajime (part 1?)

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i’m fairly certain iwaizumi is the type to eat like there’s no tomorrow. he grips his spoon and fork like a child would a crayon, hunches his massive figure over his plate, and scarfs down food scoop after scoop with barely any room to breathe. it’s a little concerning, how his eyes remain trained on his plate the entire time until it’s empty of any trace of food merely a few minutes later. more often than not, a grain of rice or a lick of sauce would wind up present on the corner of his lip, to which you’d wipe with your own thumb, and consequently, your hunk of a man would be curling in on himself, ears and neck growing a deep red hue.

it’s not that he actually believes every meal is his last meal; it’s more like, it’s how he got used to finishing his meals. when he was a kid, he’d be itching to play outside, run around and feel the warm summer air whipping at his face at the height of the day, only for his mother to shut the door in his face and sit him down on the table. “no going outside until you finish your food,” she’d tell him, and rather than complain (iwaizumi knows better than to challenge his mother), he’d obediently begin to eat, gradually picking up the pace of his chewing so that he’d have more time to play with his friends for the rest of the day.

thinking about slow dancing to old records with guren ichinose in his office

it's the middle of the night when you're whisked away from your desk by an equally as tired guren, eager to abandon responsibility even for just a while. you're trapped in his hold, giggling to yourselves because neither of you actually know how to dance. it's messy how you're stepping over each others' feet, you're both looking down at the ground in caution that your foreheads are touching. your shoulders are shaking from restraining your laughter. eventually, you two give up on figuring out how to formally waltz, instead opting to merely sway together in the arms of one another. guren brings your arms to lock around his neck, then he clasps his around your waist. he holds you closer to his chest. you could stay here forever, you think; held by the man you love as you sway, though off-tempo, to the rhythm of forgotten records with your head resting just above where his heart beats.

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thinking about chaotic dumbass! reader x demon brothers

imagine asking lucifer if holy water affects him in his different forms, and attempting to experiment when he refuses to indulge you. one time, you got seriously hurt but didn’t do anything about it, so lucifer assigned belphie to care for you as you go delirious from the blood loss. you never said his name right, and he ended up sleeping on top of you so that you wouldn’t be able to get up and terrorize the dorms. beel told you once that the old paintings in the hallway looked tasty, which prompted you to chomp on one of them, and satan had to pull you away to check your mouth for splinters. asmo invites you regularly to sleep in his room, and the one time you accept his invite, the first thing you do is slap his ass when he opens the door naked (he definitely enjoyed that). you go on shopping sprees with mammon on the reg, which gets you scolded by lucifer every single time. he threatens to confiscate and freeze goldie, so you and mammon put it in the freezer because you “can’t freeze what’s already frozen.” leviathan keeps you up binge-watching different shows with him, and when lucifer finds out that you’re not sleeping, you and levi snooze right after dinner and wake up at two in the morning just to marathon. you’re both wearing your hoodies with the zipper up, the hoods on, and the strings pulled tight, and you’re both cocooned in blankets.

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thinking about staying at the restaurant after work hours with joe/kojiro nanjo

you’re trapped between kojiro and the counter as he guides you in rolling pasta dough from behind. he keeps his chin rested on your shoulder. the only distinct sound is the instrumental music playing from the radio on the counter as kojiro murmurs instructions directly into your ear. his breath tickles, so you’d playfully tilt your head the other way. this causes kojiro to only clutch onto your hips tighter as he chases your movement, chuckling lightly to himself before pressing light butterfly kisses down your neck.

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thinking about playing with basilio’s long hair

as a way to cool down at the end of the day, basilio likes to lay his head on your lap while you comb your fingers through his hair. he hums as your fingernails lightly scratch at his scalp. occasionally, you’ll fluff his hair or even make little braids in it (his favorite is dutch braids). before you know it, basilio’s already falling into a deep sleep, cuddled up on your thighs as his pillow

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thinking about marrying levi ackerman post-chapter 139 and opening the tea shop he’s always wanted

gabi and falco help run it, offering their assistance in opening up every morning, serving customers, and closing every evening. they love when levi randomly tells them all about his time as a member of the survey corps throughout the day, whenever something mildly entertaining happens to trigger a memory. veterans get discounts, and the former levi squad visit often, just to poke fun at their old captain and keep him on his toes 💀. levi acts like he hates when they drop by, but they know he secretly cherishes their company. you read at the table by the window when business gets slow while levi admires your natural state from behind the counter or his spot on the old sofa he took from his old office

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thinking about going clubbing with crispin and basilio

the loud music flows through your body, and you’re dancing without a care in the world. your body moves on its own accord. it’s hot, you’re sticky with sweat and the only reason for this is the fact that you’re sandwiched between the twins. you’re grinding your hips on crispin’s front. his hands are on your waist meanwhile basilio shamelessly rolls his pelvis against your ass. you promised alexandra you’d be back home by two in the morning, but the violent ringing of your phone is quickly forgotten when you end up locked in the bathroom with the two demigods

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thinking about a juicy toxic relationship with joe/kojiro nanjo

warnings: language, toxicity from both sides LMAO

upon arrival at s, you're immediately greeted with your boyfriend surrounded by a crowd of women and men with both his arms around two tall, skinny bimbos. he looks like he's having the time of his life, if you're being honest. he alternates looking between the two girls at his sides and with the sea of people formed at both his front and back, oblivious to your heated glares at his head. the sea parts as you stalk over, your mere presence a sufficient warning considering the last time you proved you 'weren't afraid to punch a hoe'.

joe looks up at you, slightly dejected once his women abandon him to face you alone. "i was just talking, babe," he had told you, but time and time again had you learning that it was never actually 'just talking.'

you scoff, pushing past him as he moves to get ready for his race.

later, joe would find you flirting with a cute guy you found gawking at your body during your boyfriend's race. your face mere centimeters away from that guy's, and you're both smiling. your eyes are fluttering. until, of course, you're literally carried away by joe as he hoists your body over his shoulder. he glares at the guy you were flirting with until he scurries off in fear of his safety. joe is a big guy after all.

joe sets you down in front of him. he's fuming. his mouth is moving a hundred miles an hour, but you can't hear him. he says the same things every time that you've practically memorized it at this point. he'd ask you: who was that? what was that? you didn't even watch him race? did you even know if he won?

you'd respond the same thing every time. he's in the middle of his whole rant when you roll your eyes and talk over him to shut him the fuck up. "we were just talking," you tell him, referencing to the guy you were talking to. just talking. your lips turn up at the corners in reminiscing your previous conversations with your boyfriend. "besides, i don't have to watch to know you'll win. you always do."

and like magic, it seems all his worries are thrown out the window. the whole progression of events adheres to the unspoken system you both have in place, the cycle that neither of you have the balls to cut.

joe places his large hands on your waist, lifting you up and having you both smile at each other as though you were lovesick fools — fools, you both definitely were but lovesick was debatable. "my trophy," he'd call you. then he attaches his mouth to yours in the middle of the audience that came together to watch your lovers' quarrel.

just like that, the spout has ended. til the next race.

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thinking about telling iwaizumi hajime that you’re scared you’d drift after graduating high school

not going to the same school anymore, long-distance friendships can sometimes be hard to maintain, but you and iwa make it work. considering that you’ve told him about your concern, he makes sure to text you at least once a day so you know he isn’t forgetting about you. he often sends you photos of the most random stuff ranging from him doing the groceries to laughable college life phenomenon, usually without context. at times, he includes a short caption, like “help” when he sent you a picture of his dorm mates doing a domino line with mattresses. once, he sent you a photo of a raccoon by the garbage bin and said “u” which you protested at, obviously, but unbeknownst to you, hajime thinks raccoons are cute (not that he’d even tell you that like ever)

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thinking about being a buy-one-get-one-free package deal with inumaki toge

your forte is scheming together and pulling pranks on anyone unfortunate enough to be your victims. when you’re both too lazy to sign to each other when you need to communicate, you either type your conversations on your notes app or text each other directly, despite literally standing shoulder-to-shoulder (i know this man has a whole album dedicated to memes and reaction pics. he’s fluent in emoji, so you can have full conversations using only emojis.). inumaki’s not exactly considered a man of many words, so over the years, he learned to convey his thoughts and emotions through body language. that being said, gossiping with inumaki and judging people you both don’t like during social events is probably the scariest thing for any third person to experience because inumaki is an expert at giving people the stink eye. sometimes, people even suspect that you and inumaki have some kind of mind link because you can understand each other with a single shared glance. more often than not, your faces are even contorted into the exact same expressions. you think it’s convenient, but to others, it can get pretty creepy.

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your thoughts series(?) is so fun to read really like it !! ^__^

thank you anon !! ngl i have so many of them that come to me at such random times, i just havent written them all and tbh i rlly should start HAHAHA

just to clear things up a bit, the smolla.thoughts tag is honestly a collection of potential fic prompts or details id like to remember to include in a fic !! or,, yk,, what i write/word dump when im too lazy or busy to write a full fic 💀 but still it’s good to know u enjoy reading them as much as i like writing them :D