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𖥻 ✿ - bun bunself . paw pawself ⇢˚⋆꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ autistic non-verbal minor!!
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“he’s just a dude” and then I proceed to save almost 600 photos of him in one sitting
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boothill x jessica rabbit! reader
inspired by this amazing work by @hihellomy
oh this mf definitely comes to watch your shows every night
not obviously though (very obviously actually), he’ll sit in the corner of the bar or lean against a wall, smoking a cigarette as he watches you sing in your soft voice to the jazz.
he’s so in love but he won’t admit it
you notice after a while and decide to toy with him
sometimes if he’s sitting you’ll come over and sit on his lap as you sing, (like in the movie :3) and take off his hat, leaning in almost as if for a kiss, only to press his hat back into his face with a coy smile.
he overheats whenever you do that btw
he loves your voice
like he would kiss the air around your face if he could this man literally WORSHIPS the ground beneath your feet
very much the bozo who eats shit and the ethereal and godly girlfriend vibes
so ‘he makes me laugh coded’
acheron: he’s your boyfriend..? are you sure you have the right guy?
y/n: yepp :3
acheron: he eats bullets for breakfast
y/n: cute
acheron: and lunch
y/n: sounds healthy
acheron: and dinner
y/n: he likes his schedule!!!
would introduce you to acheron by bringing her to one of your shows in his regular bars (he makes her pay for her own drink lmao)
she def hits him with the ‘i’m going to sleep with ur girlfriend’ as a joke (he thinks…. he hopes…)
buys you flowers!! after your show he goes backstage and gives them to you with a big smile :)
y/n: did you buy me flowers?
boothill: maybe.
y/n: i’ll take that as an i love you and a yes.
after you guys get together this man will sit at the back of the bar with a loaded rifle in his hand as he watches you perform and woo all the men who are head over heels for you
definitely has not, on multiple occasions, threatened them with his gun :3
when you guys weren’t dating it was kind of like a cat chase where he’s chasing after you and you know he likes you so you kind of play with him
IN CONCLUSION I LOVE THIS BOZO GIVE HIM LOVE <333
@vyrsgoreྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 do not copy or paste <3
#boothill#hsr boothill#honkai star rail boothill#star rail#fanfic#boothill x reader#boothill x y/n#boothill x you#hsr x reader
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𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇 autistic kenma headcannons // kuroken (kenma x kuroo)
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:
"looking out for you"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 hyperfixes on games
this boy definitely does not sleep. like at all. every waking hour and every (supposed to be) sleeping hours, he's gaming. i feel like he used to carry around his nintendo/ wii when he was a kid but he dropped it while walking and it broke so now he has like one of those bulletproof cases.
he also lets kuroo decorate his gaming case!! one of the only people allowed to touch his nintendo is actually kuroo and him, and kuroo sticks little volleyball and cat stickers on the case
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 wears headphones
he has noise cancelling headphones that kuroo got him for his 11th birthday. he's careful about hitting the ball too hard around kenma and always encourages kenma to wear headphones during practice cause he's scared that he would give kenma a sensory overload.
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 sign language
kuroo learns sign language for kenma!! kenma teaches him after practice but kuroo ends up just doing naruto signs because of course he's kuroo he's too silly. kenma usually uses sign language when he's alone with kuroo or when he's too overstimulated from sensory stuff.
i feel like kuroo would make up new signs and be like
kuroo: hey so i made a new sign language
(does the sign)
this means 'pass me the ball right after they try to setter dump. what if we used it during a-
kemna: no. too much work.
he'd try to add so much volleyball stuff into the signs and kenma would just be so done with him.
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 genderfluid
ok so this isn't really autistic but a lot of autistic people are lgbtqia+ sooooo
basically kenma mainly goes by he (why i'm using he throughout this) but sometimes he uses she or they which he uses to trip up kuroo constantly, e.g. 'hey this is my boyfriend!' 'i'm you're girlfriend today' '-girlfriend! that's what i said'
or like
'kenma you're so they/ them coded today'
'... how'd you know'
'i could sense your hormone shift'
'you're fucking weird'
#hq kenma#kozume kenma#kuroo x kenma#autistic things#autistic headcanon#haikyuu#haikyuu fanfiction#kuroken#kenma x kuroo fanfiction
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Oh— how do you write your x reader? not as a headcanon :") I suck at it more than headcanons ahaha...
i usually start with a prompt!! like on pinterest when i see x reader prompts such as nightmare <33
i love ur headcannons tho!! they're so cute :3
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Greetings, get ready to be spam booped /very serious
im ready >:)
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𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇 masterlist
masterlist
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sfw- (s)
nsfw (n)
headcannons (hc)
hsr
aventurine -
nightmares (s)
drinks on me (s)
sleepy aventurine (s)
genshin
to be added
haikyuu!!
to be added
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୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 문예진/ 贾艾玉 paw/pawself, bun/bunself, ftm, minor! uses sign language mainly, currently homeschooled.
୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 games+manga honkai star rail, genhsin impact, omori, blue lock, haikyuu
୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 links ao3 ｜pinterest ｜masterlist
୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 dni · homophobic · nsfw only blogs · racist
#introducing myself#hsr#hsr x reader#fanfic#introductory post#meet the author#genhin impact#ao3#antis dni#intro#vyrsgores corne
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𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇 nightmares // aventurine x reader
running again, running away from who knows what. there’s chains on your feet as you do, struggling to lift your chained feet as the leash on your throat pulls you back, back to his arms, back to the bear’s claws they close, firmly around the iron muzzle, one hand pushing it into your face, the other pulling your ears back as you sob.
someone’s screaming.
“hey, hey” a voice? “y/n? it’s okay” aventurine?
aventurine.
his arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you, waking up from his sleepy stupor only to see you thrashing, eyes wide and breath uneven.
“hey” he mumbles groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sits up on the bed, leaning over you to pop open an orange medication capsule, taking out a pill and handing it to you. as you sit up and take it, he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, yawning sleepily and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“alright?” he whispers softly, almost fondly.
you nod, looking down at the blanket quietly.
he sighs, nuzzling into your neck and laughing a little when your fluffy tail wraps around his waist.
“i love you”
“i know”
@vyrsgoreྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 do not copy or paste <3
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𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇 drinks on me // aventurine x reader
the bar is ramboncious today- that’s the first thing you note. the second, is the fact the aventurine is standing a little too close to you for himeko’s comfort. although the fact that your friends have no idea what goes on between you two, you still slip your hands into his, bopping your head to the beat.
“wanna dance?” aventurine grins. himeko glares.
“you mean want to embarrass myself? no thanks” you let out a small laugh, tail flicking as he playfully grabs at it.
“what, is kitty upset?” he coos, and you snap it back to your legs, swishing it back and forth as your ears flatten on your head.
“hey, you promised to never call me that”
“hmm, i can’t seem to remember~ help me?” he whispers into your ear and himeko almost turns as red as her hair before she clears her throat.
“y/n”
“hmmm?” you hum, not breaking eye contact with aventurine- to which he grins at. is she angry he mouths to you. you slap him lightly.
“we need to talk”
uh oh. you know that tone of voice. sighing, you nod, and follow her to a quiet corner of the bar as you watch march absolutely destroy everyone else on the dance floor until caelus challenges her.
“i know you love him, y/n”
“yes, and?”
“he’s a bastard, y/n”
“i know he’s a bastard, himeko!”
“he’ll break your heart.”
“you think?”
“i know he will!”
“what if that’s what i want?” you tease. she gives you a slap on the shoulder. “don’t you want more? he’ll never love you the way you want.”
“himeko, you don’t understand, okay? this relationship isn’t new. not to me, not to him. we know each other well. really well”
“y/n, he’s a part of the thing that we’re investigating. just promise me you won’t get upset if anything happens”
you look away.
“please”
sigh “fine”
“good.” she grins, placing a warm hand on your shoulder. you try to shove it away but can’t help but smile.
“i’m not the one worrying about you, okay? i know you’ll be fine. but just promise me one thing.”
you cock your head, and she runs a finger down the curve of your cheek. “yes?”
“if he hurts you. i’m going to beat the hell out of him.”
you laugh, turning away and waving her off. "i'm sure you will"
“damn right.” she smirks, grabbing a cup of wine before slipping away.
“hey, how about that dance?” aventurine grins, wrapping his arms around your waist. a hand slithers it’s way up your thigh. “think you can handle me?”
"i don't know" you reply, smiling, "can i?" your tail swishes, curling around his waist- you're slightly drunk. already.
you’re drunk enough to almost forget that the entire trailblaze crew is in the bar at this moment.
“god, you are such a tease.” he hisses. “i’ll say you could, if i didn’t know you’d give in before i even started. you’re my good boy/girl~” he teases, leaning down and kissing your cheek.
you grin, your head tipping upwards to meet his. you know exactly what he wants- and you oblige. the kiss lingers longer than usual. you pull away.
“you’re drunk.”
“so?” he says against your lips. another long-ish kiss followed by a cheeky grin. when he sees your lips purse, he smirks. “don’t like being drunk? maybe i should call it a night.”
you smirk. “what? you gonna let me go home alone?”
he hums. “only if you beg for it.”
you smile. "in your dreams, rin. besides, himeko would kill me"
“damn right she would.”
“you should get more drunk anyways.” he sighs dramatically. you just know he does it on purpose, too- he’s so dramatic like that.
“i don’t wanna” you pout, which earns you an eyeroll. “fine! i’m getting one more drink. then im done, got it?”
“you said that two drinks ago”
“shut up!” you growl, shoving him jokingly. “can you hold my drink?” you ask, reaching towards the bar. he takes your glass of wine, and you lean over the counter, your eyes scanning the different drink options. you can tell he’s watching you, the glass close to his chest. he thinks you’re not looking, but you can tell by the soft smile on his face- the slight tilt in his head, the way his eyes follow you. you take a glass of whiskey.
you take the glass. it burns, but you have to keep yourself together. he’s watching you. you look back- he’s still staring.
“you need to stop being hot.” you say, slightly more slurred than you’d like.. which doesn’t help.
“i can’t,” he grins. “besides, i’ve got a reputation to uphold”
“yeah, being a flirty bastard”
he laughs, sipping at his own drink. “hey, i’m not a bastard!” he protests, nudging your shoulder.
you stick out your tongue and shake your head, taking a sip of the whiskey which is burning your throat.
“you’re absolutely a bastard.”
he smirks. “and what does that say about you? you like to be around a bastard.”
“shut up” you murmur, but there’s no escaping the truth behind his words.
“you’re gonna get me drunk” it comes out as more of a question, but he ignores it.
“good.” he takes the glass from you, setting it against the counter. “let’s go dance”
“alright, fine” you chuckle, grabbing his hand. he leads you back to the dance floor, his arms wrapping around you, hands resting on your waist as a slow song comes on.
you’re barely listening, your eyes closed as he gently pulls you closer. he’s looking at you again.
“what are you looking at?” you mumble.
“god you’re gorgeous”
you giggle, pushing your face into his chest as his hand plays with your hair.
and then you realize who’s behind you. and then you realize, fuck, your friends are still here, still watching.
crap.
@vyrsgoreྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 do not copy or paste <3
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𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇 aventurine x reader
you smell nice today” he whispers through the lazy morning of a warm summer. you’re lying in his bed, captured in his arms as he holds you, snuggling into your scent and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
"it's the perfume you bought me" you yawn softly, snuggling closer to him.
his thumb lightly brushed against your cheek. the gesture was subtle but affectionate. "so i did," he hummed, a grin spreading across his features. he relished in the moments he was afforded with you, no matter how fleeting or infrequent.
"i was hoping you'd use it," he said, bringing his lips close to your ear. the warmth of his breath tickled your skin as he exhaled.
"i like wearing it when i'm around you," you mumbled, unable to keep the weary yawn from escaping your mouth. the scent was intoxicating indeed, one that evoked a deep sense of serenity within you.
"because it reminds you of me," he completed the statement, chuckling quietly as he brushed a piece of your hair from your face. "i wish i could keep you in bed all day. just to watch you sleep, to feel you snuggled up against me," he breathed, his eyes fixated on you.
"you could. you could if you wanted to" you whisper.
"you know i'd love to," he sighed, his eyes flickering with desire. all he wanted was to spend every waking moment with you.
"if i could keep you here with me forever without you ever leaving, i would do it in a heartbeat," he murmured, the words spilling out of his mouth as he struggled to keep from kissing you. "it breaks my heart every time you slip away like this."
"i don't slip away, rin. you just manage to slide out of my grip every time..." you sigh
"you know i wish i could stay longer. but you know i can't," he sighed, adjusting his position so that your head was resting on his chest.
"...you still have a life outside our little rendezvous," he reminded you gently. it was hard for him to admit that you had others you had to give your time to.
"it isn't little to me. not at all" you say softly, listening to his heartbeat.
"you think i don't know that?" he mumbled, lightly brushing his fingers through your hair. "it isn't little to me either. in fact,... it means much more to me than i could ever voice to you."
"but i have work. i have responsibilities," he sighed.
"you have a life."
"and you're part of it" you argue, "there was a time before all of this, before the ipc, when we were just two kids."
"and i remember that time well," he mumbled, his eyes drifting shut. "i remember everything about it. i wish we could go back to the way it was..."
"but things are much different now. and neither of us are kids anymore. we both have real-life commitments. responsibilities. the time you invest in me... it could be spent in other places. in a relationship that isn't hidden away like ours."
"we both know that."
you look away, shifting on the bed and not replying.
"am i wrong?" he asked quietly. "am i wrong for saying that there's someone out there you could be with? someone who you could have a normal relationship with, instead of having to sneak around like this?"
"you don't understand, rin" you say eventually, biting the words, "i... i don't want any of that as long as you're here. i can't have normal relationships knowing that i could still be with you"
"..."
the words had pierced straight through his heart. the truth of them, the validity of them—everything about them were painfully accurate.
"...so i'm your choice? over anything else?"
"always"
the word lingered in his mind. he thought about it over and over again. always. over anything else. him. he was your choice. you could have anyone or anything else, and you chose him.
the thought itself was almost overwhelming. and in that moment, he felt a deep sense of validation wash over him as he came to the realization that you thought he was worth it—enough for you to keep coming back to him.
eventually, he squeezed your hand gently.
"i'm sorry" you whisper, realizing how truthful you had just been with him.
"sorry for what?" he hummed. he raised himself up on his elbow, trying to look over to you, only to be met with the sight of your closed and turned away face. "sorry for telling me the truth? for telling me you want me?"
"i don't know yet. but i'm sorry" you mumble, and lean forward to kiss him.
His lips parted for you immediately, the touch of your lips awakening a fiery desire within him. He held you close, one hand resting on your lower back, the other cradling your neck.
"Don't apologize," he murmured, his tone breathy and lustful. "Don't apologize for telling that you want me. Because, gods be damn, so do I..."
@vyrsgoreྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 do not copy or paste <3
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