#need a lil fluff from these goobers

[kraken-pint]

redson took mk's headband and started imitating him

[gothsuguru]

KAIRO . YOUR FUCKING WIPS GOOD GOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ohhhhh narrowing them down was so tough but …… i neeeeeed to know more (read: all) about i hope i don’t murder me; i hope i don’t burden you + you should let me ride shotgun + belladonna ……. (THERAPIST!JAKU. need them to corrupt me . who said that)

(alsooooo i love you <3 hope you eat a big nice tasty breakfast with your fav beverage to boot :333)

ARI MY PRECIOUS ANGELMOUSE <333 TYSM FOR THE ASK AND ALSO MFNDNDND the way i KNEW you would ask about therapist dilfjaku 🤭 that one is a arikenkairo special for REAL <333 at least in theory :3

i hope i don’t murder me; i hope i don’t burden you:

THIS IS THE PROFESSOR!GETO X HEAVENLY RESTRICTED!READER ONE HEHE i’m so excited to resume writing this omfg… the title is based off a lyric from “the beach” by the neighbourhood <3 i’m genuinely very intrigued to explore a version of suguru that hasn’t defected but that’s still so… filled w guilt & shame & anger? like in the beginning of the fic it’ll be them all as high schoolers and then it’ll be them as adults and i’m so excited to show the dichotomy of suguru — the stark similarities/differences between young & older geto!

i haven’t really decided yet how it would be when the two meet at jjk high………. i think in general it’s very bittersweet like suguru is hit w freight train of nostalgia and also… just overwhelming shame. and then ofc reader may feign a casual façade but i think they feel so hurt and also responsible for suguru leaving? even though it’s not their fault? idk i’m just interested in exploring that relationship and how suguru’s past actions would inform their future!

you should let me ride shotgun:

RAHHHHHH THIS ONE IS SO FUN AND SILLY IN MY BRAIN :3 a mix of a crackfic and fluff and action but also oddly bittersweet? rich bratty gojo will always be a beloved of mine and i think him annoying his new bodyguard is so fun to think abt… everyone has always left the gojo’s bc their son is just soooooo . bratty and disrespectful and loud and always pushes people’s buttons for his own enjoyment! that is… until he meets READER… who’s just soooooo amused. their vibe is like a constantly amused kenjaku <3 fond, finds him a lil pathetic but he’s cute so he gets a pass, and more than anything i wanna make sure the bodyguard isn’t too serious 😭 need them to be an enabler so bad hehe

(also v excited to explore the bittersweetness of it all too… gojo pushing others away before they can leave him……….. DELICIOUS)

belladonna:

this one is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 dilfjaku with a tight black turtleneck, reading glasses, one leg swung over the other as he rests his temples on his fingers………. gulps. need him to look at me like i’m his prey bc he wants to eat me WHO SAID THAT……… ANYWAYS! this is actually gonna be a smut fic so i will try my hardest to make it sensual and fucked up <3 i don’t know yet if i want reader to be his patient or if he’s just a dilf w a therapist occupation and reader comes by as his intern…… office siren!kenjaku perhaps…….. idk………… need both of us to be sent to HR is all i’m gonna say <333 belladonna is another word for “deadly nightshade” (also a name for this fic that i’m waffling on either one lmk which is better bestie 🙂‍↕️) and i think it works so well for kenjaku… need him to corrupt and manipulate reader but lil does he know they love it <3

i haven’t thought out reader’s personality or anything yet i just know they’re down horrendous and their life goal is to look up at kenjaku while resting their head on his lap………. (also kenny’s life goal… he wants to pat their head and have them look up at him soooooo baddddd) ANYWAYS I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THESE FICS HEHE TYSM FOR ASKING ABT THEM ARI :3 MWAH

[angel-of-the-moons]

omg. more pavitr content. please. i love your writing style sm, your first pav one solved everything wrong with the world.

i dont mind if its fluff/angst/smut or whatever, anythings good.

if you need something to work off of, i was thinking of a thing where pavs a lil possessive and clingy, so he starts to get jealous when hobie starts hanging out w and making (platonic) contact with the reader

Okay so I'm gonna combine this with an ask my friend sent me privately, so here we goooo!

Looking Crazy In Love

Jealous!Pavitr x Oblivious Fem!Spider-Woman

TW/CW: Some Angsty Pavitr, Jealous boi, you're both oblivious goobers, Hobie and Peter over here in the background pretending they have barbie dolls of you and smushing your faves together like "Now kiss dammit"

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He didn't like it. He didn't like the hot burning feeling that settled in his gut; he didn't like how annoyed he got when he saw you two hanging on each other.

He could be wrong.

It could be nothing.

But it could also be something.

He wasn't ready for something to happen between you and Hobie. Not before he had a chance to... to...

Pavitr's shoulders dropped and he groaned, sighing for the umpteenth time today as he watched you and Hobie hang out.

Right now, Hobie was letting you hold his guitar, giving you a rundown on how to pluck the strings to make the worst noises possible (probably just to annoy Miguel with his super hearing).

You were laughing, he was laughing.

And... his arm dropped around your shoulders.

He felt that nasty feeling boil deep inside him.

He wasn't normally like this. Pavitr Prabhakar was not the jealous type. Right? Right, he's not.

Not not not not not, so not jealous.

Okay, maybe a little.

But who can blame him? Your smile, your hair, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you liked... you were perfect. His dream girl, right here, in the flesh.

And you were busy schmoozing up with Hobie, who seemed to be lapping up your attention, and... he winked! He winked at him! Why that tall arrogant...

Pavitr crossed his arms and silently seethed, glaring at the ground.

"You okay?" Peter B asked, dropping down next to him.

"'M fine." Pavitr muttered.

"Ohhh ho no you're not!" Peter grinned, sipping out of the plastic cup he had. He wasn't wearing the chest harness, so MJ must have Mayday today.

"The Pavitr Prabhakar I know is all sunshine and stray puppies. Come on, what's got you so down in the dumps?" The older man asked, tilting his head.

"It's nothing." Pavitr insisted, still not looking at him.

Peter looked up, noticing how you and Hobie were so close together and slyly looked at the younger Spider-Man.

He snapped his fingers as if he just realized something. "Oh, right!"

Pavitr watched as Peter cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled at you and Hobie. "Hey, Hobie! Miguel wants you 'n me on a mission!"

Hobie tossed his head back with a loud groan, taking his guitar from you.

"We'll continue your lessons some other time, yeh?" Hobie snorted, giving you a fist bump.

"You know it, Hobes." You beam happily up at him.

Peter was quick to whisk Hobie away, his arm around his shoulder as they spoke about something, looking back at the two of you as you bounced up to Pavitr.

Hobie was grinning.

Pavitr was not, he seemed to grow stiff when you got closer.

"Hey, Pav!" You smiled at him.

"Hey..." He mumbled, scrunching his shoulders.

"Heyyy... what's wrong?" You ask, your brow pinching up in concern.

"It's nothing." Pavitr lied.

"What's got you all grumpy? You're never grumpy! It's like you got bit by a big ole grumpy bug!" You giggle.

Pavitr shifted uncomfortably. "Just out of sorts, I guess."

He was quiet for a second before mumbling.

"You looked like you were having fun."

"Oh, me n Hobie? Yeah! He's been teaching me how to play, and maybe said that..." You notice the frown on his face deepen, and you reach out to touch his shoulder. "Pav? Are you--"

"I'm fine!" He snaps, shrugging your hand off his shoulder, before stomping away, leaving you confused, and a little hurt if you were being honest.

You follow him as he paces down into an empty hallway. After about five minutes of calling him and getting no answer, you scrunch your face and shoot some webs out, grabbing him by the back and effectively halting him, digging your heels into the floor as he tries to pull away, unable to reach the webs and pry them off of him.

"Agh! Let me go!" He grumbled, trying to pull free.

"Not... until... you talk to me!" You grunt, tugging harder.

"I said it's nothing! Leave me alone!"

"It's not... nothing!" You groan with effort, yanking as hard as you can and finally pulling Pavitr so hard he lands flat on his butt.

You take the opportunity to run up to him, panting, your hands on your knees as you watch him stand.

"You can tell me, Pav! You know you can! Just tell me what's--"

"Arrrrgh!" Pavitr reached up to his head and scruffs his hair in frustration.

"Pavitr--"

"It's--it's you, okay?! You are the thing that's bugging me!" Pavitr said, turning to look at you, stomping his foot.

When he saw you wince slightly he ran his hand through his hair again and started pacing back and forth in the hallway, hand gripping his hair, feeling a little guilty for snapping at you, now.

"I like you! Like... like more than just like! When--when you're around me, I... I get this funny feeling in my chest, butterflies in my stomach... when you laugh you make me feel like--like--!" He waved his arms, as if that explained his feelings.

"And seeing you with Hobie just--just makes me so... so...!"

He makes a frustrated noise as he paces harder.

"Are you... jealous that I'm spending time with Hobie?" You finally asked eyes wide.

"No! Yes! Well, I--he just--you two--!" He blurted, looking at you with an almost hurt expression, before slumping his posture and looking at the ground.

"I just... it makes me feel like I'm... just... not enough." He says softly.

You stand in silence, and it feels like it stretches as long as the empty hallway.

You decide to break it.

"Pavitr..."

He doesn't look at you, just squeezes his eyes shut, as if he was waiting for the rejection he anticipated.

You shake your head, smiling softly as you walk up to him.

He still doesn't make eye contact with you, but you feel all the air rush from his body and you could swear you heard the crashing noises as his brain stopped working when you kissed his cheek.

"I... I like you too, you dummy. I was just... I didn't think you felt the same way."

Pavitr looked at you, his jaw on the floor.

"And Hobie and I are just friends, Pav. He's teaching me some cool tricks. He's more like a big brother than anything." You chuckle at him, reaching up to shut his jaw with a soft click as your knuckles push it back up again.

"So you--"

"Yeah, I love you too, Pav."

Pavitr reaches out and wraps his arm around your waist, swinging you around, making you squeak and laugh.

"Oh my god I love you too!" He declared, full of jubilance.

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Peter gave Hobie a fist bump as they watched the security feeds that Lyla was feeding them on their watches.

"Told you he'd crack." Hobie grinned. "You owe me lunch."

"Yeah yeah, just don't burn my wallet!" Peter laughed.

[thetrgger]

Zigzagoons are adorable and you will listen to me dammit!

Firstly, just... Google it. Whether you know what a Zigzagoon is and looks like or not, I want you to open a high quality image of that little goober and tell me, straight in my face, while you still have a soul in a functioning body, that they aren't a little silly. Just a lil' guy. Cutie patootie. Okay, got that? Now, lemme continue. This little goofy boi is very very curious, very ADHD, yes yes. Pokedex entry-wise, everything it can see with its little shiny eyeballs is something very wow awesome and has to check it out. They have bristly fur all over and they like marking their territory by rubbing against it, like trees. They also like finding things, even lost things! If someone misplaces your items in a place you don't store them, little buddy pal slice is gonna find it very wow cool and show it to you, because, not there before! New! Cool new thing! And they also always ALWAYS move in zig-zag patterns, never straight, so the queers can relate with them too! Also high speed base stats, so a zoomy little buddy! NYOOM->->->->->->-> Oh oh oh! Moveset! Important! I'm just gonna list some off, and then, we're gonna do a little roleplay what those moves would look like in reality, in the order I list them in. The list: Tackle, growl, tail whip, covet, headbutt, baby-doll eyes, belly drum, lick and rest. Now, I'm gonna paint you a picture, with words.

Imagine, for a moment, you have a pet Zigzagoon. Mainly kept inside because lord knows where that little bugger would run off to out of curiosity. You wake up, perhaps at some later time of morning like 7, and you barely have time to fully open your eyes before you feel about 15 kilograms of adorable fluff land on your chest. Your little Ziggy, sensing you're awake, has instantly run to you from most likely the other side of the house, and immediately pounced on you. Of course, the little guy wants food, emitting a soft, friendly growl from it's body, almost like a purr, but less cat-like. At the same time, whether intentionally or not, his little tail wags like a vine in the wind behind him, though its hard to tell where his body ends and where the tail starts. You grab your glasses, but Ziggy quietly waddles up to you and yoinks them from you in his little paws. Always a little troublemaker. You take them back from his little grabbers and put them on. Annoyed that you took what was definitely rightfully his, he starts headbutting you on the cheek. It tickles a little from his fur, but otherwise, he is just being a pouty little ferret boi. You get up, letting Ziggy jump off of you on his own, not even on your own two feet before he scurries off towards the food bowl in the kitchen in his zig-zag like walking pattern. You take your time walking to the kitchen, where the little goober is running around and sniffing everything like it's all brand new. Though, he stops for just a moment, anticipating food, standing near the cupboard which his treats and the like are kept in. You decide to turn on the coffee machine first, you need your morning fix, too. The little fur noodle hops on the counter, and, worried he isn't getting any yum-yums for breakfast, gives you the gosh-darn cutest little stare you ever did see. If the sun was to go out, his eyes would hold the next brightest light source this side of everything. You were gonna give him food anyways, but now you're definitely gonna give him food. But not too much, he might turn into a power plant with too much energy. You're not even sure if the dry rocks of sustenance touch the bowl before he starts eating like Joseph C. Chestnut on the last day of the world. After your coffee is done brewing and has reached a suitable temperature for drinking, of course, your little goober wants to play. He rolls onto his back and starts drumming on his little tummy, and come on, how can you resist that little string of yay? After you're done (mainly because you no longer have enough energy to form long-term memory anymore, though you are blessed Ziggy is tired too), you grab your coffee, which is barely above room temperature, and go sit down at your desk to maybe watch a video or something. Anything that doesn't require complex thinking, seeing as your total voltage is counted in nano- units. Your little compressed tomfoolery creature jogs on up to you, possibly knocking over a chair on the way, with your phone in hand. Oh yeah, you'd forgotten it downstairs. You grab it from its little nom hole, and it jumps into your lap, giving you no say in the matter (though, honestly, why would you decline?) It licks your hand a little, the wet appendage doing its job of thanking you for playing with him, but also just being his owner. He then dozes off, and you know you have about half an hour to mentally prepare yourself for more playing, or worse, having to turn him down.

Isn't that all so cute and adorable? So nice and fun? Yeah? Well too bad, you wake up in your damp apartment with no lights on cause your broke ass can't pay the electricity bill, crying on your mattress with the plague still in it, because it was all a dream that you, a zigzagoon hater, will never experience. I get all the miniature mischief mammals to myself and you don't get any.

[digitizedsouls]

———  BASICS! ♡

NAME! ♡   Moon. Apparently. I went by Kitty on here for a while but somehow it became Moon, and now I am Moon Mun. (Moon Moon lol)

PRONOUNS! ♡    She/Her but with a ‘lil bit of They/Them sprinkled in sometimes. As a treat. 

ZODIAC SIGN! ♡    Cancer

TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡   Married

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1! ♡    I am also a livestreamer, a hobby that I am taking pretty seriously, and which takes up a surprising amount of my free time. I really enjoy it though, especially because I get to connect with my friends via video games in a time when it’s hard to be connected to anyone, and when I live half an ocean away from my nearest friends. 

2! ♡    I have a strange, inexplicable fear of people touching my feet. I have never understood this, but it appears to be hereditary in some way, because my dad and grandfather are the same. 

3! ♡    I have a few mental illnesses, one of which is considered a learning disability. After living with them for my entire life and seeing the miscommunication they can cause, and now trying to write with people via text with no way to demonstrate the intent behind my words, is that I become very wordy in an attempt for clarity. I can seem a bit abrasive at first because I try to express my own boundaries carefully, and am cautious about new people. However I’m really a massive goober and just want to have fun and write cool things with people ♥

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡  I mainly rp on tumblr, but sometimes do one-on-one rp with very close people on Discord. It has to be with people I am close to and speak to semiregularly otherwise I will forget the server exists. Object permanence is not my strong suit LOL. Also I can’t do multi-person servers (3+). I get overwhelmed.  I’ve been writing on various platforms for almost... God, 15 years or more? Starting with anime forum sites and gaiaonline, moving eventually to gmail, google docs, and finally tumblr about 4.5 years ago.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER! ♡   I don’t really have a preference, I don’t think? I have quite a few male muses, but also female muses and nonbinary/GNC muses so -shrug-?

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S)! ♡   I.. don’t think i have any.. or I just really can’t think of any because I am actively trying to. hm. 

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡   Both. I have two active(ish) multimuse blogs and a few single blogs. I also have ADHD so not a single one of them gets the attention they really deserve because I am fickle and flighty LOL

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF! ♡   Sometimes. I tend to crave action of some kind in threads, and get this “I’m not doing enough” anxiety with fluff threads. sort of a feeling of “It’s been five minutes something needs to happen!!” But sometimes the mood hits just right and I crave soft fluff and comfort for my muses ♥

ANGST! ♡  yes!!! I have a weakness for angst threads. And i also have what my best friend lovingly refers to as angst reflexes. Angst me and I’ll angst you harder LOL. But I also avoid pure pain and torment with nothing to come of it. I don’t enjoy when every thread is “how can we hurt them next and drop it when they’re out of danger to do it again?” I need the catharsis of fixing the situation or it becomes too emo. I also don’t like to be pigeonholed into angst. It’s fun to be cruel to muses sometimes, but don’t try to force me or my characters into it. I will drop you. 

SMUT! ♡   I don’t consider myself very good at writing smut, but am open to it. I need to either be very comfortable with a writing partner or know absolutely nothing about them to avoid embarrassment LOL 

PLOT / MEMES! ♡   Yes to both! Send me memes! Reach out to plot! Ask me questions! Let’s create something together! And i cannot stress this enough: SEND ALL THE MEMES YOUR HEART DESIRES. I won’t answer them all. How could I? But I will love having more options for inspiration, more ways to interact. And I save memes and re-read them later, so I will often come to people and go “hey you sent me this thing once, and I wanna answer it now in the context of [thread]” There’s no downside to spamming me with memes. Just, no anon rp. Gimme a url if you gotta send via anon ♥

Tagged by: i stole it from  @wasscared ♥ Tagging: @theirvoices

[my-happy-little-bean]

Fun angst prompt that I found on Tumblr (probably not fun at all) is that now Virgil,Roman and Logan find it difficult to believe Patton's compliments and they think it's Deceit saying it and it hurts all of them ecepisally Patton and his relationship with the others (maybe some nice fluff at the end? It doesn't have to be long but I found it and i don't know how to write lol)

a/n- i am feeling super off today but i needed to write something and apparently golden slumbers isn’t cutting it heh.

this leans a lot into logicality for some reason because i wanted to write logan angst, so i don’t really now if i fulfilled the request that well, but i hope you like it regardless. im sorry everything i write turns into a slightly bittersweet mess, but here’s my lil’ crap ficlet anyway ✨

No one wanted to admit it, but Deceit’s presence lingered much longer than they expected.

Patton, upset and guilty after finding out what happened, did the same thing he did every morning — make the others breakfast. 

Their mornings used to be so animated, like a family photo came to life — Roman would be humming as he helped Patton set up the table, Logan would be reading a book while cracking eggs, and Virgil would be making coffee. They would be talking and Patton would be smiling and they would be happy.

The kitchen is silent this morning.

Roman was quietly setting plates on the table. Patton was making sure the cutlery was in the right order on each placemat. Logan was making coffee. Virgil was not there, and when he does show up, he immediately goes to sit down.

No one said a word when all four Sides found themselves sitting around the table, poking at their foods with their forks. Patton’s leg was bouncing under the table, sneaking glances at the others.

“So how was everyone’s sleep?” he asked, forcing a smile. Virgil grunted in response. Roman said nothing.

Logan, finding it illogical to purposely ignore Patton out of a place of emotions, replied, “Mine was satisfactory, Patton. Thank you for asking.”

Patton smiled, almost relieved.

“I’m glad to hear!” Patton chirped, shakily laughing. “Nothing but the best for my favourite blueberry, am I right?”

Roman and Virgil exchanged looks, and Logan suddenly felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He loosened his tie.

“Sure,” he gritted out, trying not to remember that ‘favourite’ isn’t his respective adjective, and Roman cleared his throat in attempts at lessening the tension.

“What?” Patton asked, a mixture of confusion and hurt.

“Nothing,” Logan said firmly, standing up. He pushed up his glasses. “I believe I have work to do. Excuse me.”

“D-Do you not like blueberries?” Patton blurted out before Logan could leave. The logical side stood a few steps away from the table, his shoulders square and stiff. He did not turn around upon hearing Patton’s attempts at lightening the situation. Virgil sighed.

“Just drop it, Patton,” he murmured.

“No!” Logan visibly stiffened. “I want to know what’s going on.”

“I said it was nothing.”

“It obviously is!” Patton moved towards Logan, reaching over to touch his shoulder. Logan instinctively flinched, and Patton pulled his hand back as if he was burned.

“L-Logan,” Patton murmured, his heart breaking. “Please don’t lie to me.”

To his surprise, Logan laughed. 

“Don’t humour me, Patton.” His laugh was dry. Calculated; as if he was makings each beat lasted for a certain amount of time. He shrugged Patton’s hand away. 

“Logan—”

“You’re a liar, okay?” Logan snapped, the laugh disappearing as soon as it came.  

Roman and Virgil stood up as Patton took a step back.

“P-Pardon?”

“You’re a liar,” Logan gritted out. “Give us Patton back and leave.”

Patton froze.

“Holy crap,” Virgil murmured. 

“Lo…” Roman trailed off. 

“C-Can you not see it?” Logan’s vision began to blur with tears. “Patton wouldn’t say that — no one would say that!”

“Logan, you have to calm down.” Virgil quickly rushed to Logan’s side, spinning him around by his shoulders so that he could face him. “That is Patton.”

“Gloomy goober is right,” Roman said, going over to Logan and holding the other’s hands close to his chest. “I understand that the events of the last few days have been…rough. But it’s over now, okay?”

Patton stood behind the three, watching as they enveloped Logan in a tight hug. 

He dug his hands in his pockets so that no one would see them shake.

A few seconds of silence later, Logan slipped out of the hug and stared at Patton, pushing up his glasses and sighing shakily.

“I-I apologize for my outburst, Patton.” The father-figment said nothing. “I…I believe the situation beforehand has a more significant impact than…than I thought.”

“Is that what he said?” Patton whispered. Logan frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Is that what he said,” Patton said again; “that you are a favourite?”

“Pat—” Roman began, but Virgil nudged him quietly. When Roman turned to face Virgil incredulously, the anxious side said, “He deserves to know.”

“Y-Yes.” 

Patton’s hands balled into tight fists.

“I…I am so sorry.” Tears built up in Patton’s eyes. “You…you know that’s not true, r-right?”

“Patton, I—”

“You don’t have to be anyone’s favourite to be loved.” Patton quickly moved towards Logan and gave him a tight hug. “Don’t listen to him. Never listen to him. H-He’s a liar, he’s a sn—”

“It’s fine, Patton.” Logan hesitantly returned the hug, holding Patton tighter. Patton began to shake, clawing at the back of Logan’s shirt desperately. Hurt, Logan rubbed circles on Patton’s back, gently murmuring, “I know, I know.”

Roman and Virgil eventually joined in the hug, and what Patton thought would be a sentimental moment turned sour, an unwanted thought floating around them, none of them wanting to acknowledge it.

“It only hurt because you said it.”

[svtthename]

dating hansol

alrighty im probably gonna add more to this later because im Soft™ and this might have a lot of typos, but here we go.

-first off, he is someone who would want to date his best friend. like, there has to be that level of trust snd respect that only best friends have that he wants in a relationship. he also doesn’t want to feel bad if he is a total goof (which he is) because he knows his best friend would never judge him.

-loves loves loveS holding your hand. it is one of his favorite things because he likes having you close to him and isnt a huge fan of pda (only in public, ill get to that later). he just loves lacing his fingers through yours and rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. and he loves it even more when you do it to him.

-not a pda person in public, but when its just you two (or you two and one other person (aka seungkwan)) he is ALL OVER YOU (not like that get ya mind out of the gutter). he’ll pull you into his lap or into his chest and will kiss your forehead or your cheek or like bury his face into you neck or vice versa.

-i briefly mentioned it before but vern is just a huuuge goofball. he absolutely loves it when you play along with his antics, so you would find both of you making up stupid dances and dumb songs and stuff likes that. he knows when to get real and when to get serious and when to chill, but until then, he is a goober.

-fav type of dates are the ones (idek if they count as dates??? cute tho) where yall just stay in, you have the vague area to yourselves, and youre just watching a movie or playing video games. these dates have two moods 1) its been a long day so we’re just chillin (in cedar rapids) and everything is quiet. occasional chatting but with low voices. very sleepy. usually watching a movie or tv show. its dark or there are only fairy lights. sometimes you get deep and cry a lil but everything is well. or 2) ENERGY. playing games ir doing stupid commentary on whatever youre watching. there is no chill. you are loud and despite frantic texts from the members telling you to shuhshshshshshh the two of you are just too excited to be together and have all of this energy!!! you need to get it out!!!!!! memes. there are lots of memes. memes of each other, but also just.,,.., memes. dates usually go something like that.

-loves it when his s/o is super passionate about something. it doesn’t completely matter what it is, as long as it is safe and all that, he just loves it when you have something that you really really love.

-would rap for you a lot. both really good, impressive ones that you can tell he worked really hard on, a d ones that the two of you just made up randomly to make each other laugh. however , he would love it even more if you rapped for him (or tried). he doesn’t care if your good or not, just the fact the you want to become a part of and appreciate something he loves so much makes him glow with happiness.

-listening to music. alllllll the time. he seems to be an open minded peson in general, so my guess is that that carries over to his interest in music too. he would listen to anything, kpop, rap, hip hop, classical, techno, lyrical, ballads, soundtracks, you name it. if there is a genre of music you really like, he would want to become interested in it too, so he could appreciate it with you.

-doesnt really go all out with the couple pet names (doesnt do sweetie or princess and stuff) but sticks to the classics like baby and babe. it makes your heart melt.

-one of his favorite activities to do with you is to play video games!! this is just me but i feel like he would prefer coop or single player games rather then online games. he thinks it adorable when you play a game like skyrim, or something of the sort and you die a lot and get frustrated. you pretend to think he is being a bully when he teases you, but he still thinks your the cutest thing in the universe right there and then.

-gets realllllly soft at night. if the two of you are spending the night or something, he wont let you go to sleep until he gushes and tells you how much he loves you at least 1,000 times. times like these just make your heart soar, and they make you soft and then you get all soft and giggly and tell him you love him 5,000 times and it makes him love you even more.

-would literally cry tears of joy if you and his sister got along. and his mom. and his dad. and his cat. he just wants everyone important to him to get along.

-he has said before that the most important thing in a human is respect, but i also feel like honesty is important to him. he would really want you and maybe even expect you to be as honest as possible, both with you to him and him to you. nothing makes him more upset then you keeping something from him, it makes it feel like you dont trust him, which breaks his heart. this is only of the only things i can imagine him ever “fighting” out about (it barely even counts as fighting. it is an argument usually that would very rarely escalate, and when it did, you would both just take some time to yourself and come back together even stronger and more trusting then you were before).

-usually, vernon is all smiles when he is with you, but like everyone else, he has bad days. maybe it was a long day at practice, maybe he didnt get to talk to his mom that day, or maybe he is just sad. we all have those days. in times like these, he just wants to lay there with you, almost always with soft music. more then anything he just wants a hug. a long, really satisfying and comforting hug. he wants to feel protected and loved, which are all things you are capable of. when you are upset he is always there for you, so please be there for him. idol life is hard, and he will need support.

-honestly, i feel like vern is just a total fluff ball. when its just you two, he gets sooooo corny and goofy and it makes you love him even more. when youre with people you know, he goofs off with everyone and helps you feel included, all while holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist. when with people you dont know (or like), his arm is wrapped around you still but tighter, his hand never leaves yours, and he is always checking to make sure youre okay.

-SPEAKING OF, this sweetheart is always worried about you being anxious, or uncomfortable, or unhappy. he is always checking on you, and squeezing your hand, and worrying about you. he just wants you to feel safe and happy.