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bidisaster-peanut-romano · 2 years

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johnny n peanut headcanons? i have greaser brainrot and i need it for my soul 🤲

ooh that’s just my soft spot, i love you for this ask

first of all, peanut is one year younger than johnny, and they met when he was a freshman

ever since day 1 peanut looked up a lot to him. johnny helped him assimilating into the school environment, introduced him to the greasers clique, and made him his right hand man as soon as he became leader (reasonably during the second or third year of school??)

johnny also trusts peanut with his life actually. like, peanut is loyal by nature, but johnny just knows that peanut has got his back for anything, and he does the same for him

johnny is insecure as hell. it’s not like he’s not strong, but he feels he has to act tougher than maybe he’d like to, so at times, esp when he’s in a bad mood, he can come off as cold or rude or bossy. but with peanut he allows himself to take the mask off and just... be himself, be as deep and romantic and insightful as he feels like, without fearing he’ll be judged as less. peanut is kind of his rock, the one he turns to when he feels lost. like a lighthouse

and peanut listens; he is a more empathetic person than it’d be safe to be and he understands how johnny works. to the point that he can also be the one to ground him when johnny isn’t quite in himself. he’s always got the right thing to say to make johnny smile, and him? well he smiles at almost everything johnny can tell him. also because he adores the way johnny might not know the color of his eyes, but he remembers all the small things, his favorite ice cream or his favorite line from that movie they saw together and the way his nostril curls when he smiles. and does peanut love that about him

JESUS CHRIST I JUST REMEMBERED. do u know that one scene from the iliad when odysseus and tow other guys go call achilles to get back to war and they find him playing the lyre melancholically as patroclus just sits in front of him and listens? yeah. that one scene. that’s them ur honor

but really, like. not so differently from patroclus peanut has an almost idealized picture of johnny in his mind, and he adores him with a devotion that can even be self-destructive at times (and lucky, as the observant and realistic almost pessimistic guy he is, has always told him how worried he is about this, not only for peanut himself but for the dynamics of the whole clique). devotion, of course, johnny isn’t aware of in the slightest

like at the same time he wants to be him and to be with him and to be in his shoes and live his life and live life by his side. does that make sense

peanut is the only person who’s ever been at johnny’s house- not even lola was ever called there. i think johnny has a difficult relationship with his parents, and even though i’m not sure about the rumor donald spreads that they’re both in prison, i figure they have been at least for some time. in any case, i think they also have a bad relationship with each other- in general, johnny doesn't really feel at ease about his nuclear family, so he doesn’t alk about it much. but peanut knows everytime something happens with them, and he’s been at his place many times during the years

peanut has got a better relationship with his mother (i hc him has not knowing his father tbh), but she doesn’t like johnny a lot as she thinks he seems a bit too imposing. nonetheless, this doesn’t stop them from hanging out at his place, too

johnny is also the only one who knows that peanut would like to study engineering in college; he doesn’t really talk about it, because it would bring bad luck, but he has confided it to johnny and he is his number one supporter; he really is ready to help him with whatever he might need, whether it’s money or a place to stay or just support

whenever they need to clear their head, they know they can just call each other, take their bikes and ride together a while, go somewhere and vent. they are just there for each other yknow

also sometimes one of them will make some cool change to the bike and call the other up and he’ll be the one to try first the new thing. nothing better than seeing the other’s eyes shine with pride

whenever the greasers have a party, you know they will go to bed late and slum around in the tenements and all. they are always the last ones to go to bed; they’ll just sit in a room by themselves, maybe near a window or not, have a smoke together and talk maybe till morning. talk about movies and dreams and bikes and god and leather. they fell asleep practically cuddled together more than once.

johnny started smoking during his freshman year, but he almost always forgot the cigarettes somewhere; during his sophomore year, when peanut arrived at school, he’d sometimes ask him if he had cigarettes. at some point peanut started carrying a pack around just for him.

johnny is also the one who got him his nickname, as he offered him a sandwich; it was in that occasion that larry found out he was allergic to peanuts. johnny was to one who tended to him when he was sick at his stomach and the nickname stuck

also this is not a headcanon but tad spencer has a quote where he says “when i get through with him, you’ll see that peanut is not that hard to crack”. just putting it out there make it what you want

(no i’m kidding my idea is that tad, being ambitious and manipulative, means to somehow break peanut, therefore making johnny crack and consequently the whole greasers clique, so he can get rid of the obstacle and focus on the preps. just imagining you know.)

yes because the thing is that. johnny is kind of a vacant bullet as a person yknow. like he’s got a fire inside but sometimes it can be hard to keep under control. peanut is kind of his moral compass, the one that keeps him grounded and lucid and stops him from going berserk and burn down everything around him, friends and foes alike. and johnny and peanut are both aware of this

#lmao i left out aaaaaaall the stuff concerning lola. which is a whole other can of worms.AS IN #lolas presence influences A LOT their relationship and their characters. but the post wouldve been THRICE as long #so let that be for another time <3 whenever anyone feels like it <3 unless i do it on my own before <3 #also this feels more like a #bully meta #than an actual collection of headcanons. but whatever i guess???#I HOPE U LIIKE ALL OF THIS IVES. i think u just meant a couple cute hcs but my fingers slipped #also friendly reminder that i love ur greasers and bully art with my heart i think id sell my soul for it <33 #headcanons #bully #bully scholarship edition #canis canem edit #bully cce #bully canis canem edit #greasers #johnny vincent #peanut romano #reqs #odyposts

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝟒. ♡ 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"Hi! I hope u have a lovely day :] I was wondering if I could request an imagine where you're online friends with Gogy and one day you send him a picture wearing his merch and he can't stop thinking about it and finally ends up telling you he has a crush on you?? Thank you in advance :] I really enjoy your writing"

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

warnings: Zoom Video Communications none :)

links: | ao3 | request | masterlist |

⋆ song recommendation: Slowly by Josh Gilligan

(streamer bf gogy brainrot brrr) hello sweet anon! thank you for much for this request :) I love love love all the geo simps and their ideas. also thank you to my dearest LB for helping me with the plot help. happy reading, everyone! ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

You tapped your fingers on your desk, nails clattering at you waiting to be let into your third Zoom meeting of the day. Usually, you got off with only one lecture, but because of upcoming exams, you were finding yourself in and out of virtual meetings and office hours. Sure, it was better than jogging from building to building, fighting the crowds, and searching for a seat in a packed lecture hall, but it was still wearing you down beyond belief.

You rested your chin in your hand as your window went from white to dark grey, the square with your name getting wedged in beside the professor. Everyone’s cameras were off, a thankful sigh leaving your lips as your head slumped down to lay against your arm, the danger of falling asleep suddenly becoming more prominent.

You jumped slightly as your professor cleared their throat, sharing their screen and beginning to ramble off facts listed on the slideshow. You played with your keyboard, focused on removing a crumb from beneath your spacebar that was almost unreachable. You usually took notes in the class, but today was just one of those days.

“... And with that in mind, I’m going to put you all into breakout rooms…” Your professor trailed off, eyebrows furrowed as they peered at their screen and clicked frantically to assign all of you to rooms. You yawned, smacking your cheeks and sitting up. You were determined not to be a shitty partner, at least. The white box popped up, inviting you to join breakout room four. That’s always lucky, you thought to yourself as you joined.

Once again, you were cursed to look at the buffering wheel of death as your internet struggled to sustain all your opened tabs. Please, just a little longer, you groaned internally, eyes dashing towards the receiver and exhaling in relief as your computer connected to the breakout room. You turned on your camera, eliciting your partner, George, to do the same.

You flashed him a smile as you struggled to open the article from the previous night. “Hi! How’s it going?” You greeted, not yet looking at him.

“I’m good, actually. How are you?” He engaged, his voice deep and tired.

You finally managed to split your screen enough so that you could see him and the article. “Yeah, I’m good too. Thanks,” you chewed the inside of your cheek, eyes skimming some of the notes you’d etched into the margins. “So, did you have any idea what,” you paused, squinting at the author’s name, “Robert A. Schneider means when he discusses how ‘men of letters’ fear the lower class more than anything?” You asked, as your eyes trailed across your screen to finally gauge his reaction, you were taken aback by his appearance.

His soft features and dark eyes made you feel safe. As he smiled softly, running his fingers into his hair, he seemed to be racking his brain for an answer. He opened his mouth to begin, detailing what you had previously thought with better articulation.

The two of you got through the basic questions the professor had scripted for the students, then finding yourself still stuck in the breakout room. On a normal day, your professor would have pulled everyone back into the call after the first few questions.

George swiveled in his chair quietly as he listened to you briefly explain your area of study. His kind smile made your heart flutter slightly. Deep down, you hoped the two of you would be stuck in the room for a while.

Soon your topics blended into what kind of movies you both watched, a debate on where you could buy the cheapest bread on campus, and what kind of party people the two of you were. After an hour, instead of worrying whether or not your professor was dead, you were swapping numbers and planning out how the two of you would turn the Florida Keys into the headquarters of your new cult where the members would all worship a separate bitchy philosopher.

You pulled one of your legs to your chest, resting your cheek against your knee as his laughing died out. “Okay, this might be a weird question, but I need to know why your webcam is so clear. Is it like an OnlyFans thing or…”

He chuckled. “Yeah it’s definitely OnlyFans,” he joked, making you laugh. “I’m actually a ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ” he mumbled.

Your eyebrows perked playfully. “You’re a what?”

He pursed his lips to fit the grin stretching across his face. “ᵃ ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ”

You snorted slightly. “Sorry darling, you’ll have to speak up. What was that?”

He wet his lips, rolling his eyes as he bashfully groaned. “I’m a Minecraft streamer.”

You giggled, him basking in your disbelief. He smiled a bit brighter as he shrugged, leaning back in his chair as you rambled off questions. “There’s no way! Nerd!” you chaffed, making him smile as if he liked it when you playfully teased him. “Are you super popular?” You asked, catching your breath.

He bit his bottom lip swaying his head slightly as if deciding not to answer. “Mmmm. Not really.”

“Well, come on, Georgios! Give me your Twitch user and I’ll be your biggest fan, I promise.” He laughed at your response, digging out his phone to send you a link.

“I’d like to see you try,” he mumbled.

After the class had finally ended, you’d learned that your professor was on the phone with their credit card company. In the following weeks, you and George were in constant contact, even becoming part of each other’s daily routines.

As you studied for finals, you’d turn on his stream, letting his voice alleviate some of the stress of your exams. He knew you were watching and would even drop hints for you in what he was saying, or he’d blatantly just ask what you were talking about in your essay for a certain class. After the stream would end, he’d call you either on Discord or the phone, just so it felt like the two of you were studying together.

Jokingly, you badgered him to send you some of his merch, threatening to buy it from a bootleg online store if he didn’t. He had only brushed it off at the time, but shortly after, you received a hoodie in the mail with his gamer tag printed across it.

It was late at night when you’d received it, the tiredness of your eyes and George’s dulcet tones lulling you towards the idea of a dead sleep. Yet, you were drawn from your pleasant relaxation with the shrilling of your doorbell. You shrugged out of your blanket cocoon, grabbing your phone and trudging down the stairs. As you tore open the bag, your phone buzzed with a text from George asking if you’d seen something that one of his chat members. You chuckled softly and dug your hand into the material, holding it out in front of you.

You snickered to yourself, running your fingers across the red patch in the center. You slipped it over your head, letting the softness of the fabric brush against your skin. You snapped a photo of yourself and stumbled back upstairs before sending it to him.

When you returned, George was focused on something he was crafting. His eyes darted down to one corner of the screen where his phone was probably sitting. His eyes flashed back up with a smug grin on his face as if he knew exactly what you were going to say. Your “Thanks sugar daddy xx,” probably didn’t help either.

“What, chat?” His voice came out slightly uneven as he bit back a smile. You skimmed what people were asking. “It’s not a nude. A friend of mine got something I sent them,” he answered nonchalantly, finishing up what he was doing. The chat began to spam quietly. “No, it’s not a maid costume. Jesus Christ.” He leaned back in his chair, grabbing his phone and opening your message.

A grin spread across his face, alongside the light dusting of rosy pigment settling in his cheeks. He chuckled to himself, quickly replying before getting back to his game. You scoffed at his response.

George (H325) Anything for my silly little baka

You curled up again, putting away your schoolwork and devoting your attention to watching his stream as you drifted off to sleep.

Once again, you found yourself at the mercy of your internet as you attempted to join the breakout room assigned to you. You almost jumped out of your chair when it finally connected and you found George waiting for you. You smiled slightly as he scrolled through his phone. “What are the chances?” You asked, pulling his eyes to you.

He grinned, clicking off whatever he was looking at. “I was just about to raid your inbox.”

You chuckled. “I almost wore your merch to class, just to out you to whoever my partner was,” you joked, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m glad it’s me then,” he responded. You began scrounging around for your article. After a beat of hesitation, George spoke up again. “Hey, I’m glad you like the sweatshirt…” You perked an eyebrow in his direction. “I actually haven’t been able to get that picture out of my head. I know it’s stupid,” he stated lightly, chuckling nervously. You could feel your heart beating in your ears. “It’s so lame, but I think I have a crush on you.”

You sat back in your chair, stunned. “I mean, the feeling’s mutual. Even if it’s lame,” you mirrored, winking at him. “I mean, maybe it’s not lame because I know I like you.”

He smiled to himself at your answer before chuckling, “Should we Zoom date or something?”

#georgenotfound headcanons #georgenotfound x y/n #georgenotfound fluff #georgenotfound x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt fluff #mcyt imagine #college au #gnf x reader #gnf brainrot #gnf my beloved #gnf x y/n

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answrs · 1 year

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Insert the 'What?' Meme. Did I miss something?

@makima-s-most-smile oh you lucky bastard for not having encountered this (jk jk).

(the tags on this post, for reference)

#anti nonsense #christ the brainrot has spread deep #yeah you get three guesses and the first two don't count it's the pla fandom children* again because who else would it be 🤦 #*gods i fucking hope it's only twelve year olds doing this. i know it's not but let me exist in a more sane world for a moment please. #i have never seen a fandom so violently obsessed with yelling about a pairing where half the ship legit doesn't even exist in the source medium #I am BEGGING y'all to be fucking normal. #the bar was set so low and you're digging into the earth's core to go under it

I’m gonna just tldr sum up the drama for other people just tuning in with unknown level of knowledge on this absurd level of nonsense too:

*DEEP BREATH* OKAY SO! tldr there's a giant moral panic in the legends arceus fandom from purity culture/antis about a super niche incest pairing of side character warden ingo and his (notably absent) brother emmet. except the sheer SCALE to which this spitting, vitriolic (...and performative: see the giant shitfest when japanese fanartists started blocking people with ‘proship dni’s and suddenly those dnis ~mysteriously disappeared~ like hmm! might be something there!) hatred means that basically any fluff piece that gets posted also comes with a giant “ALSO I KILL INCEST SHIPPERS I MUST CONSTANTLY REMIND EVERYONE OF THE FACT AN INCEST PAIRING EXISTS WITH THESE TWO CHARACTERS FUCKING ON ANY AND ALL G-RATED FLUFF PIECES”

yeah so that’s the background. like ive literally seen fics of the teen sidekick getting railed by the entire adult cast float around but nah, it’s only this one, niche pairing that gets plastered all over the tags on the genfic tags on ao3. (which, again, shows how performative out the wazoo it is with these people. seeing ‘proship dni’ tagged on a fanfic on archive of our own, the site literally built by a wincest shipper to host Problematic™ Content™™ the first time absolutely sent me... but the six hundred times after that were much less funny. also the death threats that some come with. yeah. not funny.)

anyway i noticed it started spreading into parental ingo&protagonist fics where emmet is literally not even mentioned whatsoever a few weeks ago. and now i have found at least one fic that’s at the point where neither character involved in the pairing are even present in said media. and the fucking ‘bLaNkShIp dNi’ tags are still there.

#purity wank #anti nonsense #purity culture #I'm not tagging the ship because spam but ive looked and theres literally like. maybe four entire people that post stuff for this pairing on #on tumblr #like fucking hell y'all can you shut up for ONE MINUTE PLEASE #i had no idea the ship even existed until i saw it plastered all over every piece of fanart and looked it up #like theyre *literally* advertising it to everyone that just wanted fluffy gen stuff and is now going to look up what a blankship means #and either get whacked with a constant 'HEY YEAH PLEASE THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE THINKING ABOUT THESE BROS FUCKING NOW'#or like. start spite-shipping it lmao.#these people would never have survived ouran high school host club and the thought of them reacting to the canon twinshipbait #is either fucking hilarious or the most depressing fucking thing to think this is the state fandoms are in now

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