#antidepressants bbno$

[magrowette-sadisticccrow]

IM ON AN ANTIDEPRESSANTS

WE'RE FEELING GOOD TODAY

WATCH ME MAKE AN ENTRANCE

IM THE SHIT TODAY

[raxorbladee]

YALL ANTIDEPRESSANTS GOES SO HARD ON THIS EQUALIZER SETTING PLSSSS AJHHHHH

[ijustwannahavefunn]

Yo yo new video. I knoww. Finally 😩

[hy6erion]

For bbno$! I was thinking about something with the reader in a music video, maybe they're a dancer and they get injured or something and he comes to the rescue? 🥺 Excited to see you in the tag and looking forward to whatever you write about him!!

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐠! (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

𝐁𝐛𝐧𝐨$ (𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐆𝐮𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧) 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐛𝐧𝐨$ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐭, 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 (𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜) 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!! 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨 ᕕ[ ・ ▾ ・ ]ᕗ

The bass thrummed through the speakers, rattling the polished floors of the soundstage. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the set as the cameras weaved through dancers, catching every sharp movement, every flick of a wrist, every perfectly timed pop and lock.

You were one of his dancers.

A last-minute replacement, actually—someone had dropped out due to scheduling issues, and the choreographer had called you up two nights ago in a panic. You had barely gotten the routine down in time, practicing until your legs burned and your lungs ached, but you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity. This was bbno$, after all.

And if there was one thing you had quickly learned, it was that working with him was an experience in itself.

“Hold up,” bbno$—or Alex, as you’d heard the crew call him—had interrupted the first take of the day to dramatically re-tie his shoelace, despite the fact that the cameras weren’t even on his feet. “Gotta make sure these bad boys are locked in. We can’t have another incident.”

“…What incident?” the director had asked warily.

“You don’t wanna know.”

The crew had groaned. You had stifled a laugh.

But when the cameras were rolling? He was locked in. The moment the beat dropped, Alex transformed, exuding that signature confidence, all smooth footwork and effortless flow, somehow pulling off his chaotic brand of humor and making it look cool.

And you? You were determined to match that energy.

Until you didn’t.

One second, you were fully immersed in the choreography, body moving on autopilot. The next, your foot came down at the wrong angle.

Pain shot up your leg like lightning. Your ankle twisted, and before you could react, the floor rushed up to meet you.

There was a brief, stunned silence.

“Shit—cut, cut, cut!” the director yelled.

You barely processed it. The pain was immediate, sharp and hot, pulsing from your ankle to your calf. You inhaled sharply, trying to push yourself upright, but the moment you moved, a white-hot sting made your stomach flip.

Great. Fantastic. You had just completely wiped out in front of everyone, including the artist himself.

Before you could even process the embarrassment, there was a flash of pink in your periphery.

“What happened? Who died?”

Alex crouched beside you, sunglasses still on, despite the dim lighting. His tone was light, but his brows furrowed as he took in your expression.

“I—” You exhaled sharply, still gripping your ankle. “I think I landed wrong.”

“Damn.” He nodded solemnly, pushing his beanie up slightly. “That’s crazy. You ever think about how statistically speaking, ankles are, like, the weakest joint in the body?”

You shot him a flat look.

“Not now…” one of the dancers muttered.

“Okay, okay, my bad—uh, let’s assess the situation.” Alex tapped his chin, then pointed at you. “Can you move it?”

You swallowed hard and tested the smallest movement possible. The pain flared up instantly, and you sucked in a breath.

“Yeah, nope“ he said immediately, shaking his head. “That was a bad idea. We’re not doing that.”

You groaned, leaning your head back against the floor. “I can’t believe I just fell in front of everyone on set.”

“Uh, I can,” Alex said, sitting cross-legged beside you. “Listen, I get it. My music goes too hard. It happens. People can’t handle it.”

You let out a weak laugh despite yourself.

The crew had finally snapped into action—someone had gone to get an ice pack, the choreographer was whispering with the director, a few dancers were hovering nearby, unsure whether to step in. But Alex? He was still right there beside you, drumming his fingers against his knee.

“Alright, here’s the game plan,” he said, nodding to himself. “Step one: ice. Step two: carry you to the green room.”

“…Carry me?”

“Yeah. What, you tryna crawl there? What are we, cavemen?”

“I can hop.”

He snorted. “Yeah, no. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

Before you could protest, one of the crew members returned with an ice pack. Alex immediately took it, adjusting it carefully against your swollen ankle with surprising gentleness.

“There we go,” he said. “Boom. Doctor bbno$ saves the day.”

“You are not a doctor.”

“Okay, rude.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips.

Then, without warning, Alex stood up and—holy shit—just scooped you up off the floor, cradling you effortlessly.

“Alex—!”

“Shhh,” he said dramatically, pressing a finger to your lips. “Let me have my moment.”

You were too stunned to even argue. He carried you with ease, arms steady, like this was just a normal Tuesday for him. Around you, the crew watched in disbelief, a few whispering in amusement.

“You are enjoying this way too much,” you muttered.

“Uh, yeah?” He grinned down at you. “This is peak main character energy. I’m thriving right now.”

You sighed, resting your head against his shoulder. “This is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously romantic,” he corrected.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

The journey to the green room was filled with Alex being Alex—making random small talk about the benefits of eating frozen grapes, giving you an unsolicited fun fact about otters, and dramatically kicking open the door to the lounge area like he was in an action movie.

Finally, he set you down on the couch, pulling a chair up beside you. His playful expression softened ever so slightly as he adjusted the ice pack again.

“Seriously, though,” he said, voice quieter. “You okay?”

You met his gaze, surprised by the sincerity there. For all his antics, there was genuine concern behind those sunglasses.

“…Yeah,” you admitted. “Kinda sucks, but I’ll survive.”

He nodded. “Good. ‘Cause, like, no offense, but you totally face-planted back there. We all saw it.”

You groaned, throwing your head back. “I hate you.”

“Nahhh, you love me,” he shot back, grinning.

You huffed, shaking your head. And maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t entirely wrong.

[bbnomulaa]

we feelin' good today

[docmerlin]

antidepressants // bbno$

[bbnonormal]

bbno$ - antidepressants

@bbnotumbl

[crisisartz]

bbno$ art because I actually got antidepressants today

Reminder that my emergency commissions are open so we can afford bills and food and so I can get to class

[djevelbl]

You don't get it, in my head ash Redd Kyle and Zam are bbno$ music coded. idk how to explain it beyond whenever I listen to bbno$ music I IMMEDIATELY envision these 4 fuckers doing fuck all in their stupid ass videos and I hope they never stop <333

[cynical-syndication]

I turned on my phone and got jumpscared by bbno$. This song is fucking fire, tho-

[oingoboioioingo]

i REFUSE to lose (admit my psychiatrist was right)

[hy6erion]

I have an idea for a bbno$ one shot ! maybe reader could be meeting him during a game convention or a music festival being a bit oblivious about who he his and just hanging out with him at an after party where they can get closer 😉

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐁𝐛𝐧𝐨$ (𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐆𝐮𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧) 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭- 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫.

The convention floor buzzed with life��neon lights flickering, game soundtracks overlapping in a chaotic symphony and bursts of laughter from groups crowded around different booths. The air smelled like a mix of energy drinks, popcorn, and the faint whiff of sweat from people who had probably been in the same spot grinding out a game demo for hours.

You navigated through the crowd, adjusting the strap of your bag, which was already stuffed with free merch and an unnecessary number of stickers you’d impulsively picked up. It was your first time at this gaming convention, and while you’d planned to check out a few panels, the main goal was just to soak in the atmosphere. The venue was massive, and you’d already gotten lost twice trying to find the indie game showcase area.

That’s when you nearly walked straight into someone.

“Oh—my bad,” you said, stepping back quickly before you could full-on crash into them.

“No worries, I wasn’t looking either.”

The guy in front of you grinned easily, adjusting the round sunglasses perched on his nose—indoors, for some reason. His outfit—a loose-fitting graphic tee, baggy pants, sneakers that looked both expensive and effortlessly cool—gave off an effortlessly stylish but laid-back vibe. He had the air of someone who either belonged here or was too famous to care.

You went to step around him, expecting the usual awkward shuffle when two people try to pass each other at the same time, but he mirrored your movement. You both paused.

“Alright,” he mused, tilting his head with a smirk, “we can do this the easy way or the fun way.”

You let out a short laugh, stepping aside again. “Let’s go with easy. I get the feeling you’d win if we started dancing.”

“You never know,” he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. “You here for the whole weekend?”

There was something about the way he casually started a conversation—like he half-expected you to recognize him. He did seem familiar, but you couldn’t quite place him. Maybe a streamer? A YouTuber? Someone who had one of those faces that made you second-guess yourself?

“Yeah, first time here. Figured I’d check it out.”

“Good choice,” he said, nodding like you’d just made a life-altering decision. “I’ve been to a few of these, but this one’s got solid energy. You play?”

“A little. More casual, though.”

“Same,” he admitted, then leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. “Terrible at competitive stuff, but I like pretending I know what I’m doing.”

That made you laugh. “That’s half the fun.”

He grinned. “Exactly.”

Somehow, the conversation didn’t stop there. Instead of walking off in different directions, you ended up drifting through the convention together, bouncing from booth to booth. You competed in a chaotic rhythm game that neither of you were particularly good at, browsed through an artist alley where he playfully tried to convince you to buy the most ridiculous prints, and stopped for overpriced snacks.

“Alright, serious question,” he said, tapping his fingers against the table while you both waited for your drinks. “If you could only play one game for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“Oh, that’s evil,” you groaned, pretending to think hard about it. “Probably something open-world. I need options.”

“Solid choice,” he said, nodding approvingly. “I respect that. Now, if you say something cursed like Flappy Bird, we’re gonna have to fight.”

You snorted. “I feel like you’ve got some deep, unresolved trauma with Flappy Bird.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he said dramatically, shaking his head.

The conversation was effortless, laced with teasing and playful banter. It was easy, and despite how chaotic the convention was, you barely noticed time passing.

When evening rolled around, he glanced at his phone and then at you. “There’s an after-party happening nearby. You should come.”

You hesitated. “I don’t know… I don’t really know anyone here.”

“Well, now you know me,” he said simply, flashing a charming grin. “And I’m excellent company.”

You eyed him. “Bold claim.”

“Not a claim,” he shot back. “A fact.”

Something about the way he said it—so effortlessly confident—made you cave.

—

The after-party was at a sleek lounge not far from the convention center. Despite the upscale setting, the atmosphere was relaxed, neon lights washing everything in soft blues and purples. A DJ was already spinning a set, a few people dancing in the middle of the floor while others gathered in booths and along the bar.

Alex had introduced you to a few people—some industry folks, a couple of musicians, even a streamer you vaguely recognized—but he never strayed too far from your side.

At some point, the two of you ended up outside on the balcony, leaning against the railing. The night air was cooler out here, crisp and refreshing against your skin. Below, the city stretched out, lights flickering in the distance.

“Alright,” you said, crossing your arms with a teasing look. “You seem way too comfortable in a setting like this. Either you’re a social butterfly, or you’ve got a secret identity.”

He smirked. “What, you think I’m a spy?”

“I don’t know, Alex,” you mused playfully. “You’ve got the sunglasses. That’s suspicious behavior.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, I do music.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like… producing?”

“No. Rapping.” He watched your reaction closely.

You blinked. “Wait, for real?”

“You really don’t know who I am, huh?”

You shrugged. “Should I?”

Instead of looking annoyed, he grinned wider. “Damn. That’s kind of refreshing.”

“Now you’re making me feel bad,” you said, laughing. “Like, should I be googling you right now?”

“Only if you wanna ruin the mystery,” he teased, taking a slow sip of his drink. “But nah, I like this. You’re not treating me any different. Usually, people either try too hard or get weird about it.”

You considered that for a moment before smirking. “I mean, I can start acting weird if you want.”

“Oh? What would that look like?”

You dramatically widened your eyes. “Oh my god. Alex. I can’t believe it’s you.” You grabbed his arm. “I need a selfie. Autograph my forehead. Oh my god, I’m literally shaking.”

He cracked up, tilting his head at you. “Okay, that was alarmingly good. Kinda scary.”

“I try.” You took a sip of your drink, meeting his gaze over the rim of the glass. “But in all seriousness, you’re fun to be around. Even if you’re secretly famous.”

He shot you a finger gun. “That’s what I like to hear.”

The conversation stretched on, the playful flirting escalating. At one point, he leaned in a little closer, voice lower, smoother.

“You know,” he mused, tilting his head, “I might need to kidnap you for all my future events. You’re making this way too fun.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. “And what’s in it for me?”

He smirked. “Well, obviously, you get my stellar company. That’s a once-in-a-lifetime deal, you know.”

You laughed. “Wow. So generous.”

“Exactly,” he said, nudging you lightly. “So what do you say? Stick around a little longer? I feel like I haven’t properly impressed you yet.”

You met his gaze, considering it for a moment before smirking. “Alright, Alex. Let’s see what else you got.”

And just like that, the night was far from over.

[faelovesthings]

I fear BBNO$ has slayed again with antidepressants

[stardustedtea]

greeting card of my beloved @bbnotumbl for class :3

love this creature, the bibinos 🫶

[bbnonormal]

losing my mind over the fact that a dear friend of mine is friends with the guy who put the lipstick kisses on @bbnotumbl for the antidepressants mv... ships in the night or whatever

[crisisartz]

Guys just reminding you that my emergency commissions are still open and I am still in need of the money! I need this money to get to uni for this last short period and for food and other stuff like that. I don’t get money again until May so everything will help right now. Any donation gets a thank you doodle!

Here are some recent examples of my art! I will also do nsfw commissions so DM me for my (limited) examples of those! Prices are all under £20, only £17 for two pieces! If you need to haggle the price, that’s okay too! Just go to the emergency commissions section on my Kofi and let me know!