rapping video game guy = friend material

being friends with funky friday nighters! || a look at the different kinds of friendship thinly masked as an fnf hc blog!! || also run by someone who's played like, two mods :)

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ruv | can you even be this guy's friend? let's find out

- here’s the one where you do the impossible and pry loose some of that personality from the big icy guy in the hat.

- calling ruv guarded is somehow both an understatement and inaccurate. he’s not out here about to start sharing his deepest feelings and thoughts, but a lot of that is mostly because if he doesn’t care about you, he just doesn’t bother? having traits?

- he will be prickly, and he will be cold, and sometimes he might cross the line into straight-up being rude. it’s a near-fool’s task to step into the inner circle that, canonically, is only populated by sarvente, but you’re patient. you’re so, so patient. and maybe a fool, too?

- don’t give him things, tbh. ruv is a hard-wired hitman and guy on the lam, and so closed off that offering him a snack or a drink will do Absolutely Nothing. he Will Not Accept and he might even think you an eye-roll deserving kind of naive, if he doesn’t just slap the offending object out of your hand.

- what might work is, over a very long period, you microdose him on your presence. despite the earth-shattering baritone, ruv is very quiet and given to listening to things. the best thing to do is to talk to him - at him, even - without expecting a response. little anecdotes; light musings.

- (he’s a cat but like the worst one in the world honestly. this process is excruciating)

- after you’ve been very patient - brief visits where you hang on the outskirts of the church, moving slightly closer in the tiniest increments every single time - you might have made enough of an impression on the tall spook that he might deign to respond to you.

- it’ll be an easy question that does it. the weather lately’s been very pretty, don’t you think?

- “it’s snow.” his voice is low and gravelly, and not even paired with eye contact. he’s staring off into space. “there is nothing special about it.”

- a milestone! Ruvyzat Is Unimpressed By Snow. groundbreaking

- you collect the tiniest pieces of ruv over months, maybe years if you’re dedicated. favorite color? “pink. purple.” does he like hot chocolate? “no.” he can do knife tricks, right? “yes.” no further elaboration.

- get the guy used to your chatter, and then sometimes, just ghost right in to his space and spend your visit in silence. how comfortable your silence with a person is a good indicator of how comfy you are with each other.

- ruv’s shoulders might drop, just a little, as he leans against a wall. he does have a knife, today, and he does twirl it between his fingers at an angle where you can see it. is it related to your interest in it? who knows?

- day 384832483: during a bitter winter, when your jacket is just a bit too thin to be comfortable and you’re honestly about to head home, ruv crosses the gap between you in one (1) step and, with a “you’ll freeze. here,” drops his jacket right onto your head.

- maybe it’s not complete devotion, and absolutely it’s not a fixation. but you’ve done what ruv doesn’t expect anyone else in the world to do, and that is prove yourself trustworthy.

- he’ll repay that trust tenfold, too! you need a guy killed? he’ll kill a guy for you. where is the guy you need killed. tell him.

- you might only want a hug from time to time, or maybe even to hear him sing, but at this point he’s willing to go the extra mile to murder.

- he. he’s getting the hang of it

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:)

[funkinlove]

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whitty x gn!reader headcanons

you give him little gifts

requested !

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— his heart? MELTED.

— when you first started doing this he paid it no mind, sometimes he sees things that remind him of you and gives them to you

— but then you kept doing it??? like a lot

— and he fucking wanted you to keep doing it, it made him feel special

— so whenever you give him something, whitty always returns the gesture with a kiss on your forehead and a soft squeeze on your hand

— he has a medium sized wooden box in his room, right on top of his dresser

— open it and it's an assortment of all the things you've given him

— in one compartment there's little pebbles and stones and rocks

— in another it's buttons and zippers

— in the other square ones it's other small trinkets and things, mostly from you but also things he just picked up and never wanted to get rid of

— in the biggest one there's a small journal. a pretty leather cover with some embroidery on it

— flip through it and you'll see all the flowers you've ever given him, carefully pressed between the pages and preserved with little mushy gushy notes in whitty's handwriting

— he loves the things you give him

— he loves you

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hey!!

i just think fnf could use another headcanons blog! mine is going to be just a little different, though - my area of expertise is friendship with maybe maybe maybe a lil dash of pining here and there and i like writing stories into headcanons!

i write when i feel it and i also want to point at the headcanon folks i really really like and if you want to send asks and requests in, i'm not stopping you! but anything i produce absolutely depends on my spoons and whether or not i'm feeling the request, lol.

have a good day, yeah? drink some water and take care!

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garcello friendship (the casual-drifting-yearning edition)

- so you have this friend, and he's scruffy and laid back and a chain smoker, and the way you interact with each other is something like this.

- first things first, you don't go looking for garcello; garcello finds you.

- garcello tends to kick around the city, smoking in alleys and idly watching the world go by around him. he, like, lives somewhere, but you've never asked and he's never said.

- so what ends up happening is that you'll be hanging out on a park bench or getting a burger and he'll ghost right up and make himself at home in the seat beside you like he's always been there.

- "oh, hey. fries," he says by way of greeting, and you let him take from your plate. the smile he wears is a tired thing, but it's gentle and he's genuinely happy to see you.

- garcello can talk about everything and nothing with you for hours on end. what ends up happening is that the two of you will end up drifting down sidewalks together, just chatting.

- or, you'll chat, and he listens, and his mind wanders, and he'll suddenly come back into the conversation with a sharp bit of insight and a clever topic change.

- he's very strange, garcello, and you can't help but be fond of how gruff he looks on paper, and how soft he is really. he's fond of you and the way you accept him as he is, even before he's made all the good changes to himself that he keeps somehow putting off. you value him even scattered and it's comforting to him.

- when you're having a bad time, you won't always say - this is your liminal friend, after all - he's always just around the corner anyway with a listening ear and a warm, solid hug.

- you offer him a place, once, when he looks more worn and drawn out than usual; he takes you up on the offer exactly once, and the two of you end up on your couch with the curtains drawn, binging netflix. he leans heavy on you, and glances over every so often as if trying to figure something out, and his cigarette goes unlit the whole time.

- (he's trying to figure out just how he lucked out with a friend like you.)

- (he presses a grateful kiss to your cheek in passing the next time you see each other, and you half-smile and suggest milkshakes and fries, and he thinks you understand.)

- it's a big city, but the two of you always end up finding each other again and again.

- so really, who says it's not meant to be?