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Thank you Impractical Jokers compilation for being here for me while I write x reader inserts.

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Can you do a Marlon x reader where the reader was sent there as a student, and them and Marlon have been best friends since they first went there. Fast forward now that the apocalypse happened they are dating and the reader is the type to hold their temper in and are extremely nice, but one wrong move and it turns to a shit show. ( it’s why they were sent there) A new group member judges their boyfriends leading and they lose. Their. Shit. And Marlon has to comfort and calm them down. (But it’s not a stupid amount it’s like they say SOEMTHING that would make you genuinely angry) thanks ♥️

❥ Picking Fights

Characters: Marlon

Description: Marlon’s partner has a hard time controlling their temper when a newcomer starts insulting their boyfriend.

Warnings: Cussing, reader tries to fight somebody

Notes: This took SO LONG I had it written briefly for AGES in my notes but AAH everything has been so busy </33 Sorry if this feels rushed?? I’m mostly writing it to show that I haven’t quit completely </3 I didn’t really know what to do with this little newcomer character just pretend you did whatever you wanted with them. Maybe Marlon could send them away <3 Anything for his babe <3 Haha, enslavement <3

You and Marlon separated, a kiss lingering on your head before you two parted. You and the newcomer, Alfie, made your way to the picnic table, slightly damp from the night's rain and moss clinging to the base of the wood.

Alfie, who had thick black hair and dark eyes, has been finding themselves struggling to settle for a while. You didn’t want to express your ill feelings toward them since you were in a rather respected position you took seriously, but something about them rang wrong. Perhaps you were just paranoid, not used to strangers, especially ones a decade older than the rest of you, Alfie nestling in their mid-twenties or so.

Alfie perked up, lips pursed, “I didn’t realise you and him were dating.”

You flushed, a smile blooming on your face, “Oh, yeah… We’ve been together for a long time actually.” You giggled, your hands playing with the hem of your shirt as you looked down at your feet, “We used to be in the same classes and we’d pass notes to each other all the time. We’d draw these shitty pictures too and they were God awful. We’d get into trouble because of them all the time because we were twelve and stupid.”

Alfie rolled their eyes, propping their head up with their hand, “You’ve known each other for a while then, I take it… So, when did this become a thing then?” They vaguely gestured between the two of you, and you looked over your shoulder and watched Marlon conversing with the others, hands on his hips.

“Not that long after shit went wrong, actually… I think it was a case of ‘just in case one of us dies you should know’ kind of thing, but we’re both still here.”

Alfie released a bitter laugh from their throat, finger tracing shapes on the wooden table, “It’s nice you two can thrive considering what happened to the others…”

Your lips dipped downward, “… Yeah. It’s… Unfortunate.” You weren’t sure what to make of their tone. You two suddenly fell quiet, Alfie looking down at the wooden table in front of them. You leaned slightly on the table’s surface, gulping thickly at the silence.

Alfie rose their head suddenly, snapping out of thought, “I mean, how many people were here? Thirty eight?” You jumped at the sound of their voice.

“Forty two.” You corrected.

Alfie whistled at the number, making you raise a brow in their direction, “Jeez. So you’ve lost, what? Twenty… Thirty…” They started counting on their fingers, “Thirty one? It’s only a matter of time before you run out of people here.”

Your lips pressed tightly together, going thin as you thickly swallowed with your jaw clenched. “We’re doing fine.” You said quickly.

Alfie’s laugh sounded closer to a scoff, “You lose, like, five people every year. In two years you’ll run dry.”

With their eyes treading over your shoulder, they continued, “A good leader wouldn’t have even lost one.”

You bit back a snarl, but you felt your lips twitch, “What’s that supposed to mean?” Your smile wore thin,

“Marlon obviously couldn’t handle leading that many of people. I mean, what made him the leader to begin with? Because he’s the oldest?” They waved their hand dismissively, “He’s just a kid who hit a growth spurt. He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“What do you know about leading anybody? Whoever led you guys didn’t do a great job, considering they’re all dead.”

“We didn’t lose thirty-or-so people, that’s for sure!”

“Because you didn’t have that many to lose! Stop acting like you know shit about us.”

“I’ve known him since the beginning. You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

Alfie raised their hands defensively, a wire-like, uneven grin on their face, “I’ve seen my fair share of groups, you know. I’m just letting you know that there’s an issue here.”

“There’s an issue here alright.” Your knuckles began turning white from how hard they were clenched, your muddy fingernails boring into your skin, “One that’s asking for a black eye.

They laughed, eyebrows quirked, “Are you serious…?”

“Very.”

Alfie found themselves on their feet, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Not worried to make me another addition to your ‘grave yard’ are you? You’re just that used to losing people, aren’t yo-?” Your hand found its way to Alfie’s hair, tangling itself in their curls as you tugged then roughly to your side, strands tearing off alongside your fingers as you released yourself. Alfie raised their arms to defend themselves, but before you could land a hit you felt two hands on your shoulders pulling you back.

“Woah, woah. What’s going on?” Marlon asked firmly, fingers digging into your collarbone.

“This bitch-! Keeps running their fucking mouth-!”

“No.” Marlon’s hand was now tightly wrapped around your arm, “No, we don’t do that here. Come on.” His firm grip led you astray, pulling you toward the school, his forceful action making you stumble over your feet when you got to the stairs. Your cheeks burned, feeling like a child being scolded by their parent.

“Marlon, for fucks sake..!” You complained as he led you to his office, where he sat down, a groan escaping his lips as his elbows rested on the desk, fingers at his temples.

“I don’t know what happened out there, but…” He exhaled, pausing, “that isn’t the way to go about it.”

You scoffed, “Are you fucking kidding me, Marlon? I won’t sit there and let them tear you down like that.”

“Listen, I really appreciate it, but-“

“No! No fucking buts, no nothing! They don’t know a damn thing about any of us, especially not you. I’ll die defending you, Marlon. You know this.” You crossed your arms tightly against your chest, “You should’ve let me wipe that smirk off their face.”

“What am I going to do with you…?” He muttered, leaning back in his chair as he looked toward the ceiling, frosty eyes glazing over with thought. You kicked at the floor with your boots, grumbling,

“You’ll let me stick up for you without you telling me off like a little kid.” You argued. You chewed on your lip, licking at the raw skin. Marlon’s chest jittered with a bitter laugh, finding himself sitting forward and moving to his feet. “You might as well be, throwing tantrums like that…” he taunted, and you flushed.

You could see his boot-clad feet make their way toward you and you felt yourself getting consumed by his warmth, his arms wrapping around you, calloused hand placed at the back of your skull.

“We work through this together.” He said softly, hand running through your hair, “This anger. We don’t let it get this far. We talk.”

You nestled yourself deeper into him, “I know… But God, they just…!” You waved your hand around, struggling to find the words,

“I know.” He said, a smile gracing his lips at your frustration,

“I know I get pissed too… I start breaking shit or hitting things… But when I talk to you I don’t feel like that anymore.” He kissed the side of your head, his ears turning red, “I just hope you can feel the same with me.”

“You know I do, I…” You felt a space grow between you, pushing yourself away so you could look at him, frown thick on your face as you picked at your fingers, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disappoint you, Marlon. I just wanted to show my respect for you.”

He snickered, “Hey, c’mon.” He rose a brow, folding his arms, “How about instead of talking to me like a leader you talk to me like your boyfriend?”

You chuckled, looking down at your feet, “I’m trying to talk to my boyfriend and he’s being an ass about it.” You said teasingly. You two fell into a comfortable silence, Marlon’s eyes falling onto your features. His hands slithered under your jaw, making you look up at him, a grin plastered on his face.

You turned red as you swatted him away, straightening your back, “I’m not apologising.” You stated as he sighed.

“I figured as much.” He scratched the back of his neck.

With your brows furrowed, your jaw clenched tightly, “No, seriously. I don’t know what their problem is but-“

Marlon said your name sharply, causing you to hold your breath, “You’re going to get yourself worked up again.” You blinked, sighing as your lips fell downward,

“Sorry.” You said.

Marlon stepped forward, brushing away the strands of hair that fell over your face, “You’re getting better at this, y’know. We all have our moments.” His hand burrowed in the curve of your waist, holding you securely, “If this keeps going we’ll figure something out, but right now let’s just… Make it about us.” His voice trailed off as his breath hit against your face, lips meeting yours for a brief moment

You pulled away, lips brushing against his as you spoke, “We'll have to go down for dinner.” you laughed.

“Then let’s just stay here until then.” He grinned, “Want to tell me about what made you laugh so hard when you were hunting? I could hear you when you were on your way back.” He poked your ribs, making you giggle, “You’re lucky you didn’t cause any dead-heads to close in.”

“Ugh, alright.” You groaned with a grin, plopping yourself on Marlon’s desk as he found himself back at his chair, feet up as your hand placed itself on his ankle, fiddling with his shoelaces. You completely forgot about your incident with Alfie, but if it happened again… Marlon might let it slide…

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Going to finally try and work on some stuff!! December is super busy with Christmas and there’s literally so many birthdays this month. Plus there was a new birth in the family that’s been pretty distracting aaaand there’s a lot going on in general from this month to the next (I know, I’m complaining a lot) but I’ve been wanting to write for a while!! Sorry for the wait!!

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Ahhh Encanto is almost out on Disney+ I’m so excited <33 I can’t believe how fast Christmas has approached it’s genuinely insane. Sorry for the lack of posts, I’ve been very distracted!! I’m in the mood to write, just unfortunately none of the requests I’ve gotten </33 I’ll get onto it soon enough, December is just super busy!! :o)

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CHEISTMAS IS APPROEACHING SO FAST ILL START POSTING AFTER IT BECAUSE AAHHHH

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I feel like I’ve consumed all Marlon content known to man. Incredibly sad and dejected emoji dot jpeg.

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u r seriously amazing at what u do. can I pls req prompt #7 w marlon as a set of headcanons? thank uuu <33

❥ Just Friends

Prompt: “If I stay here tonight and sleep by your side again, I won’t be able to control myself, not today”

Characters: Marlon

Descriptions: You and Marlon have been friends for a while, but Marlon has started thinking of you differently.

Warnings: Cussing, like one suggestive joke

Notes: That’s so sweet thank you!! Changed a few things around, but it’s ultimately the exact same prompt!! I wanted to keep it a little shorter because my first draft just felt like it should’ve been a story instead. So sorry for the wait!!

♥︎ You and Marlon have known each other from before thing went to shit. While he didn’t know you as long as Louis, you were still his best friend.

♥︎ You got into trouble for graffiti, along with some other petty crime. He found that a lot more entertaining than just being an angry kid who would lash out like he was. You’d constantly doodle on your school work and get scolded for it, but you didn’t seem to care.

♥︎ When the apocalypse hit, Marlon was there for you. You didn’t want him to see you so scared and weak, so you tried bottling it up. He wouldn’t respect you if you were tough, but you couldn’t laugh it off like Louis could.

♥︎ You first found comfort in Marlon when he was fifteen, who slept alone in his office with a Rosie who wasn’t greying.

♥︎ You tapped quietly at his door, hoping it would be loud enough to alert him, but not enough to actually wake him if he was asleep. You bit your bottom lip, sucking on the flesh as you listened quietly to the shuffling coming from inside. You picked at the skin on your fingers when you heard him approach the door,

♥︎ “Hey.” His voice was quiet. “Y’alright? I don’t know what time it is, but it seems pretty late…”

♥︎ “I can’t do this anymore, Marlon. This is… Everything… It’s so hard and I… Fuck, Marl.”

♥︎ He jumped, blinking away his tired eyes and gripping you by the shoulders, hoping it would stop your shaking.

♥︎ “I can’t do it, Marlon. I…” He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly, “I don’t want to be alone. Please… I can’t…”

♥︎ Marlon fell quiet, letting you cry into his chest, feeling it soak through to his skin. He finally asked if you wanted to sleep here, a suggestion that felt strange on his tongue. He cringed when the words came out of him, immediately going to take it all back, but he felt you nodding against him, sniffing.

♥︎ You slept at the bottom of the bed, Marlon telling you to go fetch a pillow or two from your room. He was honestly hoping you wouldn’t come back and you two wouldn’t talk about it in the morning, but you came back with two white pillows and a shy smile, your hair sticking to your cheeks. It was tense, awkward. While the crying had tired you out, Marlon struggled to sleep when he was so aware of your presence. He did his best to keep himself away from your legs, curving around them when you shuffled in your sleep.

♥︎ It was pretty unspoken that whenever you needed support Marlon would be there and he’d let you sleep in his room. He got more relaxed with it overtime, even letting you sleep next to him.

♥︎ You two were just friends. It was something he had to tell himself and even Louis who caught on after he saw you tiredly leave Marlon’s room, shutting the door quietly as to not wake him.

♥︎ Marlon was completely red when he explained that no, nothing happened. You two were just friends.

♥︎ Louis was a little bitter he wasn’t invited to your sleepover. Marlon said he’d invite him if he’d keep his mouth shut.

♥︎ The visits became more recent, especially recently. Again you found yourself outside Marlon’s door. Giving it a few knocks before slowly opening it.

♥︎ “Hey.” He greeted, leaning up from his spot on the bed. “It’s pretty late.” He said and the words rung familiar.

♥︎ “I wasn’t thinking of coming…” You confessed, chewing the flesh of your cheek, “But I wanted to see you.”

♥︎ “That’s… Okay.” Marlon hesitated, “Uh, you’re sure you want to though? I mean, you did have to think about it in the first place”

♥︎ “Of course I want to, dude. You’re my friend. I love having sleepovers with you.”

♥︎ You found yourself sitting at the edge of the mattress, Marlon awkwardly shuffling to make space for you.

♥︎ Your smile faltered.

♥︎ “You don’t want me to sleep here… Do you?” Marlon seemed to tense, “You seem… Kind of iffy about it. It’s okay if you need space, Marl… I can just-“

♥︎ “I want you here. I do.” Marlon’s hand landed on your leg, gripping onto your knee, “There’s just a lot of my mind.”

♥︎ “What’s up? You can tell me anything.”

♥︎ Marlon fell backwards with a sigh and you found yourself laying down beside him. He was on his back, looking toward the ceiling and refusing to look at you. You were on your side, ready to listen.

♥︎ “I just… I don’t feel the same way that I did about you when I was a kid.” Marlon started, “Everything feels different between us.”

♥︎ “Are you…” You laughed, a little nervous, “Breaking up with me?”

♥︎ “Breaking up? Fuck, I wish I knew we were together… All the things we could’ve done.”

♥︎ He laughed, turning his head to look at you. You bit your lip at his words, a grin appearing on your face as you gently hit his shoulder.

♥︎ “What did you mean then?” You asked, smile falling.

♥︎ “I don’t know if I can handle you being here.”

♥︎ He spoke to the ceiling, sucking in a breath,

♥︎ “If you stay here tonight and sleep by my side again…” He rolled onto his side, looking into your eyes with his intense gaze, “I won’t be able to control myself, not tonight.”

♥︎ “I don’t think I want you to control yourself.”

♥︎ “I’m being serious.” He said, his tone firm.

♥︎ “So am I.” You stated, hoping to mimic his stern voice. Marlon’s eyes went wide briefly.

♥︎ His hand found itself on your cheek, his face getting close to you’re, breaths bouncing against one another’s,

♥︎ “Are we going to regret this…?” He murmured.

♥︎ “I don’t care.” You said, closing the gap between you two.

♥︎ Your lips press against each other clumsily, noses briefly colliding a few seconds before you separated. You two both let out breathy laughs.

♥︎ “We’re still best friends right…? Or, did this fuck things up for us?” Your voice wavered with worry, but you had a giddy smile on your face.

♥︎ “We’re still best friends.” He assured “But being more couldn’t hurt. If that’s what you want.”

♥︎ “Are you kidding me? Dude, I’ve been into you for years.” You admitted, your heart swelling in your chest,

♥︎ Marlon blinked in surprise, “Seriously?”

♥︎ “I think it was when I helped you with your mullet…” Your hand found it’s way to the blonde mess, “I think I did a pretty good job back then… You should let me at it again.”

♥︎ “If it gets Violet to stop talking shit about it then sure.” He laughed and you did too.

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I haven’t posted for almost A WEEK!!!!! I have drafts but nothing FINISHED!!

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Listen, I'm having the worst day at work rn and wanted to share a headcannon for Louis because he's my comfort character.

But anyway! I bet he unironically LOVES the song Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado.

Like I bet when he gets it stuck in his head, he does a stupid little dance and eggs on Violet or Clementine to come dance/sing with him. And they just laugh it off, and joke about how dumb he is with the biggest smiles on their faces.

I listen to that song sometimes and I don’t even know why. Like, I don’t like it but it’s fun to listen to.

I can’t imagine Violet or Clem dancing with him because they’d probably find it too embarrassing but they’d like to watch him act it out since he’d definitely get really into it. They’d probably sit and mouth along, but they can’t get as into it as he can. I think Louis would totally sing the woman’s parts. He’d act really flamboyant and flirty and he’d just have this persona that only comes out when the song plays. Maybe out of everybody Marlon would take the role of the dude?? It’d only be to make Louis laugh and he’d never do it in front of everybody. He’d start flexing and acting like a fuck boy. Best friends.

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I hate when I look for Marlon fics and it’s just ME!!

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Sorry for not posting!! I’ve been trying to focus on myself more, which I highly recommend honestly!! I’ll get back into it soon and try to write little things here and there!!

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Sorry for the lack of posts. I was trying to draw myself as a pirate.

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Hi, can I just say how thankful I am you're keeping the fandom breathing? I love TWDG so much, Louis and Mitch are my comfort characters, and I can really picture them with how well you write about them!

So thank you! U da best, and take care of yourself!

Also um, if it's not a bother, will you write something about Lou and Mitch (separate) reacting to an s/o who can sing really well? If not, it's totally fine 😊

❥ Mitch and Louis with an S/O Who Can Sing

Characters: Louis, Mitch

Description: Louis and Mitch with an S/O who’s a great singer.

Warnings: None :o)

Notes: THIS IS VERY SWEET THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! <3333 AHhhhhH!!!! I appreciate this feedback so much you don’t understand <3 :o) You have no idea how much this means to me <333 I struggle to write for Louis and Mitch so I’m very surprised… But thank you!! <3

Sidenote, but does anybody else know the song We Don’t Talk About Bruno from Encanto? I can’t explain why, but I feel like Camilo’s part has Louis vibes. I can just imagine him singing that constantly. Especially with the way he sings “Isabella, your boyfriends’ here” in that teasing cousin way? Louis vibes. Rest in peace Louis. You would’ve loved the Encanto soundtrack.

Louis

♥︎ Honestly, Louis would be thrilled. He’s very theatric and enjoys singing, so he’d be very happy to know somebody he could have duetting him. There are some broadway songs he needs two people for and nobody else at Ericson will entertain the idea of helping him out, despite his pleading.

♥︎ He was blown away the first time he hears you and wasn’t afraid to let you know. He’d immediately start complimenting you. Then he’d try to arrange a duet.

♥︎ If it was a song he knew, he might’ve even started singing along with you, grinning.

♥︎ “What parts would you say you’re better at? ‘Cause I could try with the high parts, but I’m not sure if I want my voice breaking around you.”

♥︎ I think people would honestly be annoyed at how cutesy you two were. They could hear Louis, and maybe even you, both playing the piano together and just harmonising. It’s nice. It’s peaceful and it’s sweet to hear something like that when roaming the hallway. It makes you forget about what’s just over the walls and how everything wants to kill you.

♥︎ But guys… Please stop. It’s staring to feel incredibly Disney…

♥︎ You’re his muse. He takes so much inspiration from you and does his best to compose music that helps him express exactly what he feels about you, without the jokes and the humour.

♥︎ He’s so in love with you, he just has to express it in a way you’d both connect with.

♥︎ You help him live out his life the way he wants. Not many people understand his way of living, how he wants to not worry about tomorrow and just have fun today. He wants to play piano everyday with you, to sing everyday with you. You make him start to actually think about tomorrow, just because he’s already planning ahead. Like, he’s getting ready to practice a song from a musical with you.

♥︎ He doesn’t worry about tomorrow, he’s just excited for it because you’ll be there singing with him.

♥︎ He’ll definitely want to throw a concert. He’ll introduce himself but then he’ll hype you up, introducing you as his amazing, attractive, wonderfully talented and incredible partner. People can’t help but roll their eyes, but also can’t help but smile as his clear adoration regarding you. You two are perfect together.

Mitch

♥︎ Mitch doesn’t really show his appreciation for your voice, but it’s definitely there.

♥︎ Mitch’s love for your singing voice doesn’t come out in heartfelt duets, but rather more quiet moments. He’ll try to subtly ask for you to sing to him so he can drift to sleep to your voice.

♥︎ “That one song… The one you like that’s about dogs or something… How does it go again?” He’ll ask through bleary eyes, his voice thick with sleep. He honestly just wants you to sing him a lullaby. It soothes his nerves and calms his anger.

♥︎ When he first found out he didn’t really say a lot, just saying you were pretty good. Mitch had a hard time complimenting people, especially in a way that sounded genuine, but he tried.

♥︎ It’s weird, but as much as he’s proud of you he gets embarrassed if you sing for other people?? I can’t explain the feeling very well, but I have a musician in the family and I feel weird when people play his music?? I can’t explain it at all without it sounding incredibly negative-

♥︎ But Mitch likes it when your songs are just between you and him… Maybe Willy too. Willy is the only person he’d listen to you with.

♥︎ He’ll say “Willy wanted to hear a song” when it’s not true, but Willy doesn’t blow his cover. Not outright, but he’ll hint at it with a crooked grin as Mitch glares at him. Willy does like your voice too, so he’s okay with letting it slide.

♥︎ Again, he’d never outright ask for you to sing him a song. He found it embarrassing and he had time admitting he liked it. Mitch struggles admitting his positive feelings with anything, so don’t take it personally. He knew that you knew he just wanted you to sing him to sleep, but he didn’t change his approach.

♥︎ “It’s stuck in my head. Hearing it again might make it go away.” Was a popular excuse.

♥︎ He cherishes you so much. He really appreciates you and your talent and he does appreciate the way you lift peoples spirits up with your singing, but he loves it when it’s just for him. He loves the fact you sing just for him, even though you don’t have to .

♥︎ He’ll show you his appreciation through gifts, like carvings or by punching a walker in the face for you. He’ll let you know just how much he loves you through the ways he knows best.

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Does me finding Marlon’s excessive acne attractive mean anything. Can somebody else write a Marlon fic for a second.

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twdg!modernAU -

Louis and Marlon would 100% be those type of teenagers that take their skates to literally ANYWHERE they're going.

Ruby probably would, at some point of her life, work as a babysitter even though she doesn't really like kids that much, but she needed the money with something "easy".

Not 100% sure, but i think Marlon would be the kind of teenager to smoke cigarettes, but he actually quit smoking really fast because of Louis.

Mitch would unintentionally be "tiktok famous" because he looks so fucking attractive even when he's doing nothing. He posted a tiktok once just for fun with Louis. I think he would also be tiktok famous because of his style.

I feel like Marlon would really want to be able to skate, but hates it when he gets hurt so he just get frustrated and gives up. I know that feeling so well, but he paid a lot of money for that board soo… Louis would actually be pretty good at skating, though he’d fall a lot. Marlon would be jealous that Louis can just laugh it off.

Nooo I imagine Ruby would be so good with kids, she’s like a mini mother </3 She’d say she hates the job, but she gets so emotionally connected to these children </3 These children would ADORE her. She’d know these children so well and it’d surprise their parents. Like, “No, Stephanie likes the cucumber cut long ways, not in circles. Here, let me do it.”

Marlon would definitely smoke and drink and I imagine he’d definitely try to cut back a little, but it’s always be something he’d come back to if he was having a really shitty day. He tries to replace cigarettes with something though. I’m not sure what, but just a distraction. Louis would definitely be there to support him. He can probably tell when Marlon isn’t having a good day so he comes up with a place to hangout at on the spot so Marlon doesn’t go home and smoke. Louis is the distraction. Good job, Louis.

Mitch would have those super long fringes… Like his hair would cover his eyes like a Discord user and he’d have so many thirsty comments about it. Like his hair isn’t “Ahh so fluffy!!” It’s gross because Willy smashed an egg over his head for a prank and Mitch still hasn’t washed it out properly. He’s the least deserving person to have TikTok clout ever and his ego shouldn’t ever be that high.

Thank you for sharing!! I love these <3

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I’m procrastinating so hard, but I’m taking of writing pet headcanons…

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Will eating a rose quartz spawn Marlon into reality. Can any of my spiritual followers give me a tutorial.