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HEADCANONS!!1!!!
Been a busy bee recently so here’s some filler :)
Okay I love you bye
~☆ Sleeps with socks (💔) and underwear and nothing else
~☆ Really into “coworker” music (Charlie’s tried putting him on metal or literally just ANYTHING ELSE, he didn’t like it)
~☆ Plays either violin or piano. Has his own specialized piano seat that he can slide down easily as his arms are short
~☆ Love language is gift giving and quality time!! Loves following his friends and you around
~☆ Will look you in the eyes while discussing something, as he gets scared you’ll stop paying attention :(
~☆ My little pony FANATIC
~☆ Really likes those sparklers you get on 4th of July, will sometimes buy them in like November just because he wants to see them sparkle
~☆ Watches FNAF YouTube tutorials but does not play the game (not the gameplays, just the tutorials where they give you tips and stuff)
~☆ Animal anomaly. I firmly believe he has no animal he was based off of, but instead the amphibian family in general. The doctors say his liver is in his right foot.
~☆ Attempted to use Twitter and got hatecrimed and doxxed
~☆ Keeps even his worst enemies unblocked, just in case they need someone to reach out to
~☆ Really enjoys Marvel, specifically Deadpool
~☆ Knows your favorite things off the top of his head. Sometimes will rehearse them to himself when he thinks you’re sleeping
~☆ Always wanted two kids, a boy and a girl, but is very flexible
~☆ Loves you with his whole entire being and then some (this is CANON btw NOT a headcanon because I say so)
A loving bath :>
SFW!!!!!! I PROMISE!!!!
Sorry for being MIA recently, kept forgetting to post..ily..
~690 words
You return to your apartment late. Later than you wanted. Your work held you back, your boss having yelled at you for the notion of leaving early next week—you had Charlie’s birthday to attend, who is your boyfriend’s coworker (friend?? You’re never quite sure of those two). Speaking of Pim, you’ve texted him all night with complaints about your boss. He responds with encouraging little stickers, ones of your favorite characters holding up little hearts. He’s cute like that, even at his grown age. You text the boy you’ve arrived home safe (he loves those kinds of things) and unlock your door to your lone, desolate apartment.
At least, you thought it was.
You open the door to find a little pink blob running up and hugging your legs, greeting you as you enter your home. You smile and attempt to return the hug, grateful for the surprise. “Hey babe, what are you doing here??” you ask, mildly perplexed.
He lets go of your legs, twiddling his little fat fingers. “I figured you could use some company. I know you didn’t have a good day,” he mumbles, stuttering slightly as if he weren’t the one who planned all this. He hands you a box of your favorite chocolates, and you graciously accept the gift. You bend down and give him a little peck on his head, along with a light tug on his nerve ending. He giggles at the gesture, a cute little Aussie giggle. You hold his hand as you walk to the kitchen, placing the box down for later. He still seems nervous—almost like he has another question—so you give him a light squeeze on his hand. He hesitates, unsure of whether he should ask what’s on his mind.
“U-uhm, I can give you a bath if you’d like,” he mutters, looking up at you with those big adorable eyes of his. You beam, nodding.
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You carefully undress and lay yourself into the prepared bath, your lover sitting on the edge of the tub. He turns towards you, hesitates, then scoops water into his hands, carefully trickling it down your hair. He’s very awkward in his motions, almost nervous that you’ll tell him he’s doing it wrong. Though you suppose he’s never really washed hair too often, as he doesn’t have any. Cutie. “Just relax darling, I’ll take care of you for once,” he soothes, massaging shampoo into your scalp. You resign into his hands, feeling his careful fingers caress your delicate head. He gives you a gentle peck on the forehead. He wipes his mouth on a nearby towel, as you happened to have shampoo in that spot. You giggle, feeling the man stress about such a calming activity. He tends to do that sometimes, but you know he’s working on it. The water fills with suds as he carefully scoops water down your hair, making sure to wash most of the shampoo out. He wipes the shampoo off your forehead this time, giving you another kiss. He then squirts conditioner into his hands, combing it through your hair. Whenever he encounters a knot, he carefully untwines it—which is a little difficult, as his hands are slippery from the conditioner, but he tries his best. He hums gently, a slow version of Rises the Moon. You know he loves that song. The water is warm, and his hands are gentle. You are comfortable and content. All your worries of work are forgotten, melting into your lover’s kind hands. You look up at him and smile, seeing the face of your beautiful boy concentrate on making you happy. Your beautiful boy, all yours. He washes the conditioner out of your hair—though, with how bubbly the water is, you’re sure there’s still some in there. You sit up from the bath, turning around to cup Pim’s cute little face in your wet hands. You softly kiss him, pulling away only after you feel him relax. “Thank you baby. I love you,” you soothe, watching him smile.
“I love you too, my darling. I’ll always be here to take care of you,” he responds, coming back for another kiss.
An (attempted) coffee date :)
With Pim Pimling!!
~680 words
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You wake up at 7am, grumbling as you turn off your alarm and stretch. The morning sun is creaking through your blackout curtains, a strip you forgot to shut last night. You rub your eyes and check your phone, cuddling back in your bed preparing to ignore the alarm.
New notification!
You blink away your sleep, seeing the alert from your calendar.
Date today :)!! [In 1 hour]
Yawning, you suppose you should get ready instead of falling back asleep. After all, you’re going on your second date with your lovely boyfriend (well. Not yet. But you’re manifesting). A lovely boy named Pim Pimling. He heard you mention you loved cakepops last date and immediately started planning to take you to this place he found: La Café de la Lune. You checked online and apparently they have a little [favorite pet] that wanders the store, which you absolutely love. You wonder if he heard you mention that, too. You hope so.
You pick out an outfit, a light pink blouse with little flowers on it and jeans. You don’t know what he’s wearing, so you choose to match his little pink self.
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You walk up to the café, noticing a lovely Pim twiddling his thumbs. “Hey!! Nice to see you again,” you say approaching the table with a smile. He looks up at you, half surprised you actually came. “Oh! Hey, I’m glad you made it!” he says nervously, scratching the back of his non-existent neck. “This place got good reviews as far as i know,” he says, then gestures to the menu: “but I can’t read the menu. Might need my glasses after all.”
You take a look at the menu, immediately recognizing it’s in French. Thats probably why he couldn’t read it. Actually, you realize the title of the place was. French. You look up. There’s French flags everywhere. Oh shit.
“Hey, Pim, I don’t know if this place is-“
“Bonjour, messieurs. Avez-vous eu le temps pour voir le menu?”
Shit. You look at your date, who is now a very, very pale shade of pink. “U..un minute please” he musters, and the waiter leaves briskly. Pim quickly does a better skim of the website, more than his half asleep brain did last night.
4.7/5 stars
Top Reviews:
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Beautiful place!! So refreshing to find a location that only speaks their home language!
(Translated from French)
“Fizz-wizzles”, he mutters, then looks up at you. “I’m so so sorry I really didn’t mean to mess this up I thought—well assumed they spoke English and I…” he rambles on, muttering apologies and excuses. You gently place your hand on his, halting his rambling (and lessening the waiter’s judging gaze).
“It’s okay man, these things happen. We can find another place nearby.”
“B-but this is the fancier part of taown (you note his accent), you need reservations for almost anywhere.”
You hum, thinking. “I have an idea.”
With that, you grab his hand and pull him out of the café, dragging his stout frame to your car.
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“See? Who needs that stupid café? I’m pretty sure that waiter hated us anyways,” you giggle, watching kids swinging at a park. The park you’ve loved since a kid, and the park you know would make your lover cheer right up. And you were right; Pim having forgotten his guilt through his cute little “yay!” at each up a kid made on the swings.
After a couple minutes of watching kids on scooters fall at a crooked sidewalk (teehee), you realize he has come to stare at you. You peer into his large eyes: filled with guilt, embarrassment, and something you can’t read.
“I’m sorry for earlier. I really didn’t mean it,” he mumbles to you as another kid trips. “It’s okay sweetheart, you didn’t know. Plus, this is more fun anyway.”
You don’t notice his blush at the pet name. What you do notice is how he has now place his hand atop yours on the bench.
Not much more is said. You two continue watching the children until dusk, enjoying the setting sun, the children’s cries, and each other’s presence.
How to talk With Tall Points
original
The beginning :)
Charlie’s here too!!!
~500 smth words
Srry I’ve been MIA, slowly losing mind luv u guys <33
You are an office worker, working 9-5 nearly every day of your life. You’re often exhausted, but at least the pay is good. You don’t have many friends. Well, save for the two people you met last week. You called the Smiling Friends, half hoping it was a scam so you wouldn’t have to go through with it. You’ve been so tired recently, and you really just wanted a day out with friends. Pim and Charlie obviously did their job perfectly, and still wanted to be friends after you smiled. You thought they were a little unprofessional, but whatever gets you friends you suppose. Anyways, you have plans with the two tonight after work: you’re going to the local park because Charlie loves watching kids trip and fall. You check out from your day, wave goodbye to coworkers who don’t even look up, and walk out. You decide to change your outfit, as business casual doesn’t exactly scream playground. You check your laundry, seeing that you haven’t had time to do any of it. The shelves are fairly bare of clean clothes. You locate a pair of soft jeans and a shirt with little ponies on it. The shirt is old—you haven’t worn it in like five years—but whatever fits. You grab your keys (and whatever sustenance you can find) and head out the door.
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You arrive slightly late, and Pim and Charlie are already there. You notice Charlie elbow Pim and giggle slightly while Pim glares at him, but you figure it’s some joke that you don’t know about. “Hey guys!” you wave, approaching. “Sorry I’m late, stupid work held me up.”
Charlie gives the notion of work a thumbs down and frowns, but beckons you closer. “Wait wait that kids about to fall,” he says, pointing towards the playground. He was right, the kid tumbling on a very obvious rock in the middle of the woodchips. Charlie full-on belly laughs, tears pricking his eyes. You giggle at his reaction. You look over at Pim, who appears slightly..nervous? You don’t know him well enough to read him well, but he’s fidgeting with his fingers a lot. You shrug and sit next to your friends on the bench, Pim on your left and Charlie on your right. Charlie keeps eyeing past you—possibly at Pim, but his nose is so big it’s hard to tell.
“Welp, I gotta use the bathroom,” Charlie says, nudging Pim as he walks not towards the bathrooms. Weird, but you figure he prefers the bushes. Wouldn’t be surprised. You scoot over a bit, as so you’re not squishing the pink man now that Charlie’s not here. He slowly inches back next to you, slow enough to where you don’t notice. “S-so,” he mutters. “How was your day today? Did you smile a bunch? Are you having fun? I know Charlie’s not the best at choosing fun spots but we—err—I figured it would be okay! I hope you’re having fun..” he trails off, blushing at his accidental rambling. You only laugh, amused by the man. He really was nervous, you suppose. “Yeah,” you start, looking him right in his pretty face. “I’m having a lot of fun, thanks for doing this.” You blush, staring at the boy. He is rather cute, and so friendly and kind. You wonder if he’d be a good partner, but brush off the idea. You’ve just met a short while ago, after all, and you don’t want to rush into anything. For now, you sit with him on the bench, silently watching kids trip until Charlie comes back to guffaw at it.
You hear a familiar tune: an ice cream truck. You watch it pull up, and turn to your friends to see their equal excitement. The three of you run up, all ordering your favorites. Pim asks if they have pecan (they don’t. It’s an ice cream truck for kids), and instead settles for chocolate. Charlie gets cookies and cream and strawberry. The weirdest favorite you’ve ever heard of. This whole town is weird. But you don’t mind. You look at your new friends, your two favorite weirdos. “Thanks for the day guys,” you mumble. Pim grins, and Charlie gives you two big thumbs up.
Late night messages :)
~500 smth words i think
You lay on your couch, playing some dumb ad game on your phone when it suddenly pings.
New message from Pim🩷: hey babe, how was work? :)
You sit up and grin, typing back:
Work was nice!! Hbuu??
It was fine,
he responds, sans emoji or sticker. Odd for him.
You sure? Is everything okay? 🩷
His bubbles come, then stop. He seems unsure of what to say.
Just miss you :(
You stare at the message for a minute, before walking over and grabbing your “emergency comfort chocolates” out of the fridge, along with your keys.
Sorry about to take a shower, you type back, but I miss you too my love!!
You watch as his text bubble pops up, then shove your phone in your pocket and book it out the door. You’ll make it to this man.
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You arrive outside his house, a small little cottage esque place hoping he doesn’t notice. You pick up your phone to two notifications, both of which from your lover.
I just felt really ignored today
I know they don’t mean it but that’s how it feels sometimes
He then sent a sticker of a crying bunny. You pout, pitying the boy. His coworkers have always been a bit rude to him—which you’ve never liked—and you know it’s an insecurity he struggles with
Awwh I’m sorry sweetheart
It’s quite alright, not your fault darling :)
At this point you’ve opened your car door and walked up to the porch: phone in one hand, chocolates in the other. The box is shaped like a heart, and contains a variety of his favorites (though you made sure some are your favorites too). You knock, quickly typing
I think someone’s at your door
He responds with a bunny with a question mark above her head, and you hear his pitter-patter of footsteps and his key in the lock. He opens the door and looks up at your figure, his eyes shifting from their previous exhaustion to our joy at the sight of you. He jumps for joy, the cute pink blob of your boyfriend. You scoop him up and give him a little twirl around, listening to his happy giggles as he cuddle into your neck and gives you little kisses. His previous fatigue is completely gone, replaced with his utter devotion of love for you.
You settle into his room for the night, cuddling under the covers. You notice a burned-out cigarette on the ashtray, a habit you know he quit long ago but picks up every so often. You assume it’s because of today, and frown softly as you stroke his head. He really needed you tonight. You’re so grateful you came, as is he. He cuddles into your chest, spooning against you. He likes to give you little pecks every so often, it’s his favorite way of showing affection. He’s doing it now, gently kissing the base of your neck while his hands fidget with your shirt. You give him one final kiss on his forehead before tucking in and slowly drifting off. He stops when he feels your breathing slow, switching to whispering sentences of his gratitude (that you’ll never hear through your dreams). He then follows suit, finally relaxing after his long, long day.
REQUEST: Double date Crossover!!!
Featuring Pim, Kaito from Vocaloid, and YOU!!
~1300 words
Requested by my dear friend, @hy4c1nthh :>
Pim POV
You wake up groggily to little pecks all over your face. “My love,” the figure above you soothes. “It’s time to wake up, we have plans today!!” You look over at your alarm clock with blurred vision.
8am.
You groan and tuck yourself back in, hoping he allows you five more minutes. “Darling, we have to start getting ready. It’s a brunch at 10, I don’t want you being late.” He’s a big stickler for tardiness, but he doesn’t like to nag you for it. Instead, he continues pestering you with little kisses until you realize you can’t fall back asleep in this condition. You wrap your arms around the pudgy boy, making him squeal in surprise. You kiss him all over his face before gently planting one on his lips. He buries his head into your chest, flushed. God, you love your silly pink man. Yawning, you stand up and prepare for the day.
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Kaito POV
You wake up to your alarm at 9. You turn it off and flop over to see your lover, sleeping soundly next to you. You’ve tried turning the alarm on literally every possible sound, but nothing seems to wake the man easily. You shake his arm lightly: “It’s time to get up babe, you’re meeting my friend today!” He creaks open his eyes and grins, completely unaware of what you just said but smiling at your lovely face anyways.
He has entirely forgotten about your plans.
You get him up and dress yourself: a pair of leggings and a wine colored button-up with little polka dots, along with a simple flannel to keep you warm. Kaito is attempting to dress for the occasion based off of your outfit, as he doesn’t want to ask you what you’re going to. He gives up and decides on one of his usual outfits, but in red so he can match you. He then lays back in bed, where you join him. Both of you have about 30 minutes to spare before it’s time to leave. You spend the time cuddling against his clunky outfit and giggling at the nonsensicalness of it all. He places little kisses on your forehead, and you nearly fall asleep on his chest. Well, a little more than nearly. You check the time.
9:58.
Whoops.
You drag your lover out the door, praying the two of you aren’t late.
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Pim POV
You arrive right on time at the agreed location: Polli’s Place, which is a lovely little diner perfect for brunches. The place is pretty busy, but Pim booked the reservation—which, after the Brazil incident, you made sure to tell him is his obligation—so it’s quite alright. You are seated near a window that overlooks the city. The view isn’t exactly pretty, but it’s the best view you’ll get in a place like this. You decide to sit next to your boyfriend rather than across; after all, he doesn’t know these people as well as you. You and your friend have been close since college, and reunited recently. You hope their first impression on your boyfriend is a good one. You know he’s not exactly the most “normal” looking, but you love him for that. You look at his outfit, a fuzzy sweater with little kitty faces on it and a pair of jeans (as usual). Cute. You’ve worn cream colored jeans—with little kitties to match—and a dark green sweater. Just as you’re about to start meaningless conversation, your friends arrive. You wave, pretending not to notice their slightly disheveled appearance. “Hey guys!! This is Pim, we’ve been dating for 4 years now,” you say, smiling gently at the two. “And this is Kaito!! We’ve only been together for about five months, but I felt it was right for you to meet him!” your friend says, giddily bringing your boyfriend in for a hug (which he reciprocates). Kaito watches this, then goes in to hug you. You giggle at his awkwardness and hug him back. “U-uh, I brought these for you,” your boyfriend says, handing the two a small gift bag. Your friend opens it, and gleefully yips as they pull out a grouping of beaded blue and brown bracelets. “I wasn’t sure what colors you liked, so I went with what I know about him,” gesturing to Kaito. “Though I’m not a big fan of anything so I just went with colors…n-not that you’re a bad singer!! It’s just..” he begins a small rant of mumbles. You squeeze his hand comfortingly. He tends to do that a lot when he’s nervous, and you love him for it. “I love them!!! Thank you so much!” your friend graciously replies, giving him another hug. They hand one of them to Kaito who puts it on, elated at the kind gesture.
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Kaito POV
You slide into the seat across from your friend, Kaito in tow. You wished you had remembered your gift for them as well, but decide you’ll just give it to them next time. You all take your time to look at the menu, your boyfriend so overwhelmed by the choices that question marks appear by his head. You look over to the people across from you, who seem to pay it no mind. After all, they live in a town of weirder shit.
You pick turkey bacon and orange juice, while Kaito orders taiyaki. Pim appears to have ordered a mini pepperoni pizza for the two of them to share. You feel as though most of these aren’t really brunch foods, but you don’t really care.
“Sooo, how’s everybody’s day??” your boyfriend asks.
It’s 10am.
The day has barely begun.
He’s not great at small talk.
“My day’s been AAWESOME!! Thanks for asking, how’s your day??” Pim responds, slightly less nervous than earlier. You pick up on an accent from the fellow, but you’ve never been good at distinguishing them. Kaito grins wide at his response, and gives the man two thumbs ups as a reply. You’re in love with an adorable idiot, but apparently so is your friend. You give Kaito a little kiss on the cheek, causing him to blush profusely in surprise. Now both the idiots are pink.
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Pim POV
After eating your meal and yapping, you realize the waitstaff is hinting for you to leave; suppose you were laughing too loud. You pay the check and head to the park, Kaito driving everybody. You decided to leave the car back at the diner and pick it up later, as you’d prefer to stick together. Your friend sits in the front while Pim holds your hand in the back. Your friend talks to their boyfriend about nothing in particular, him responding mainly in head nods, beeps, boops, and bops. You think he’s a little odd, but you don’t really care. Though, he’s playing country music, which you do care about. Occasionally you’ll hear Pim singing along quietly, as he loves (what you consider to be) terrible music. You lift his hand and plant a kiss on it, causing him to stutter in his singing. Cute. You whisper a request to get ice cream after. He nods enthusiastically, squeezing your hand.
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Kaito POV
You arrive at the park, noticing that it’s fairly desolate of kids. It’s 1pm, so you figure the children are still in school. You and your friend both sit at the bench, catching up on everything and nothing. You notice your boyfriend seems to be standing in the middle of the park, unsure on what to do. He locks eyes with the swings, and you watch him sprint over and beat a kid to the last swing. He’s next to Pim, who is swinging his little life out; though his legs can’t reach very far past the seat. You giggle watching the two, one completely confident in his swinging skills and the other well.…less so. You love his awkwardness in literally anything new. It’s what made you fall for him in the first place. You look back at your friend, surprised at the difference in personality preferences when you two seem to be the same person. They seem to have reached the same conclusion, and you both laugh at the two boys swinging their hearts away, content with how both your lives turned out.