Eddie surviving, graduating, all that shit. And then making it big in music. Absolute rock star. Huuuge celebrity status.
And then it’s time for class reunion. Everyone wondering if Eddie Munson will come because omg it’s Eddie Munson, the rock star. Probably won’t show up because come on, him and his superstar life.
But Eddie of course is going to show up. Because he has to go and brag about his greatest accomplishment in life: he is the one who bagged Steve goddamn Harrington.
Zoey loves blasting music while she does things around the house, she says it's the easiest way to concentrate on the repetitive tasks. More often than not, the girls end up singing along, some other times they end up talking about the songs in her playlists.
Mira and Zoey are surprised by the number of times Rumi comments a song was either written or produced by Celine. They're even more surprised to find out she has not only sold lyrics in Korea but the rest of the world as well. It soon became a thing where Mira or Zoey would ask Rumi whether the song they're listening to was written by Celine or not.
Mira is the first to realise a lot of the songs are love songs, and she starts making jokes and asking if Rumi remembers who inspired those songs. If she had a stepdad or stepmum around at some point. Rumi always insists they're not love songs since most songs are from back in the day when she was writing for Sunlight Sisters, ideas Celine discarded for her group but were worth selling later on.
One evening Zoey is blasting and singing "Jenny" by Studio Killers. Mira is sitting on the couch mumbling the lyrics, finally paying attention to them, and jokingly asks Rumi if Celine wrote that one too.
To what Rumi happily replies, "I think so, yeah! 😄"
Both Mira and Zoey stop what they're doing and look at Rumi.
"You're kidding, right?" Mira asks, then turns to Zoey. "Zoey, please stop shaking."
"What?"
"Celine wrote Jenny?"
"Around the time mum was pregnant and they were on hiatus living together, yes. She had a lot of free time. Why?"
can we get a nervous Jax x fem reader please? (it's his first girlfriend)
Ი︵𐑼 Shy!Jax x Fem!Reader
A/N: Of course! I didn't really have an idea for a full fic, but I hope some hc's are okay too!
Also, I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors since English isn't my first language and nor is this proof read </3
CW//: none, established relationship, OOC(?)
✦ At first, Jax refused to acknowledge his growing feelings for you and it took him a while to finally come to terms with the embarassing truth. It took him even longer to actually do something about it, everytime he mustered up enough courage to make a move, he'd shy out before getting too far. Fortunately for Jax, you weren't that oblivious to his attempts and you'd help him out whenever you saw him getting too flustered.
✦ Since it'd be his first serious relationship, Jax would be quite hesitant initially. He'd contantly overthink everything he does or says around you, not wanting to do or say the wrong thing. He'd constantly push himself to mask even around you, never fully opening up, afraid that if you saw him for who he really is you'd just turn your back on him.
✦ For the most part, Jax would do his best to keep his nervousness hidden behind the usual obnoxious persona he takes on. It'd be quite difficult to see the cracks in the mask due to the fact that he'd still act like a jerk and antagonise you much like the others, not offering you much of a special treatment—only sometimes would he go easier on you or would consider sparing you from his vicious pranks. However, you'd definetly be able to see Jax's more timid nature when it'd be just the two of you in private.
✦ Jax would have these moments where he'd open up for a split second, blurt out something deep with actual substance then play it down in the most horrendous ways possible—he's just awkward like that.
✦ Jax would prefer actions over words when it comes to showing his appreciacion for you since he doesn't really have the guts to voice out what he's feeling after all. It'd be small things such as including you in his more mild pranks, spending a night in your room to cuddle with you out of the blue, maybe suggesting an adventure based on something he knew you'd like and enjoy, leaving small gifts at your door or even in your room when he finds something that reminds him of you.
On rare ocassions, Jax would muster up enough courage to speak his mind and offer you the comfort of verbal reassurance. Probably the first time you heard him voice his unfiltered thoughts was when you were gone on the fast-food themed adventure and Jax accidentaly got drunk on stupid sauce.
"Oh my f&?%!@* god..." you groan as you drag an overstuffed garbage bag after yourself. Who knew 57 baby gloinks could make such a mess?!
You push (or more like kick) open the back door of the restaurant with your foot and make an effort to throw the trash bag away as fast as you can, afraid it could rip open at any moment. You let out a small sigh of relief after you managed to get rid of it without making a mess. Alright, just 2 more hours and—
"Heyyy... You know what I just realised?"
Your train of thought is cut off by a loud yet very familiar snicker coming from behind you.
You nearly jumped out of your skin, the sound startling you for good. At the same time it makes you immediately whip your head in the direction of the voice, searching frantically for the source. That's when you finally see him, casually sitting down near the back door you just came out of while leaning against a garbage bag he most definetly was supposed to throw away a while ago.
"Jax!? Have you– Have you been here the whole time!?" You stare at him in disbelief, a surprised and somewhat angry expression slowly taking shape on your face.
"Oh, nahh... I've just.. I've just been on my breakkk" He laughs again as he makes a gesture of looking at his wrist to check the time, tho there was no watch to actually look at. "You sound like you could use one too."
"Jax! We really need you back there! Ragatha's drunk or– high on some stupid sauce and–" You groan while you start heading towards him.
You couldn't believe him. You've been looking for him literally everywhere! What was he even doing out here for so long?! Oh, he had a whole lot of explaining to do.
However, the closer you got, the more you noticed something wasn't right. As you got a closer look, now standing right in front of him, your anger slowly died down and instead turned into frustration.
"F@%&... you're just as gone, aren't you?" You let out an exasperated chuckle, looking down at him as you tried your best to not crash out. It was torture having to look after a drunk Ragatha and you can't imagine having to watch over a very drunk Jax as well.
"What? But I'm right here with you, babyyy" He reaches his arms out to you, wanting you to come closer. "And I'm not going anywhere..." Jax whispers in continuation before he gives you a wink.
"Oh my God, you're so much worse than I imagined.." You can't help but laugh at the silly display despite still being at your wits end.
You grab a hold of one of his streched out hands, intertwining your fingers as you sit yourself down next to him. Maybe you did need a break like... this.
"What's that supposed to mean.." Jax pouts, throwing you a confused and almost hurt look.
"Nothing, bunny-boy." You assure him, though he doesn't seem convinced. So, you lean closer and give him a small peck on his cheek, hoping to make it up to him. But the small crumb of affection just makes him quickly shut up as a cartoonish blush slowly appears on his face.
For a moment you relish in the comfortable silence, neither of you saying anything more. It was kinda nice actually, dealing with this version of Jax.
"You... you might be one of the luckiest ones out of the bunch, you know?"
"Huh?"
"You... " Jax smiles at you, a big and genuine toothy grin "Even in this stupid uniform, are just so... gorgeous."
Were you hearing this right? Was Jax actually...
"Your avatar in general is absolutely– incredibly– amazingly well thought out.." He holds your hand tighter while also running his thumb over it in a soothing motion. "..and if it's based on those– mindfiles or whatever chatter-teeth calls them," a chuckle interrupts his rambling "well... I'd say you're just as perfect in the real world."
You were the speechless one now, the compliment throwing you off in the most heartwarming way and how Jax was just staring at you as if you just hung the moon, pupils dilated, full of admiration, was a sight you'd never wish to forget. Before you could even gather yourself, he starts again.
"No, I knowww you're perfect..." He snickers again. Then, he scoots closer, letting go of your hand and instead wrapping both of his arms around you. "In every possible way." he murmurs as he rests his head on your shoulder, comfortably curling up against you.
You can only hold him close as you're still trying to process everything.
Okay... you had to find out what they put in that damn stupid sauce.
✦ Jax would fluster so bad when it comes to PDA. Every time he'd try something—hugging you from behind, grabbing a hold of your hand or giving you a quick smootch when you're on an adevnture and no one is looking, he'd turn very red very quickly which is both an adorable and striking sight. It'd be even worse if you were the one to anything like that.
I imagine Zooble caught a glimpse of it once and they haven't let it go since. They found it hilarious and would often bring it up to either give Jax a taste of his own medicine or when they wanted to shut him up instantly.
✦ Another thing that gets him all hot and bothered is if you were to answer to his usual bratty behaviour in the same playful manner. Jax doesn't really expect you to bite back whenever he's acting out like he usually does and when you actually do, it always takes him by surprise. He never knows how to react to your teasing and just ends up going real quiet while staring at you dumbfounded, a million thoughts running through his mind all at once as he tries to find a comeback that isn't utterly corny.
I feel like in these situations where Jax gets overwheled and flustered like that, his tail unconciously waggles—and he has no idea.
(I also imagine his ears twitch whenever he's irritated—and he has no idea about this either.)
✦ Sometimes Jax would become self-aware of his behaviour and his execessive shyness (by his standards) when he's around you, which always serves to remind him of his evil clone. He dies of cringe at the thought of even coming close to that submissive and annoying version of himself. Just imagining it makes him spiral every time. You'd sometimes find him ranting about how irksome his clone is, trash talking it and poking fun at it's expense out of the stupidest reasons.
✦ Jax wouldn't be that big on pet names. One of his favourites would be "bunny" but he'd throw a "sugar", "doll" or "sweetheart" and variations of those here and there too. He'd resort to the more corny ones when he'd want to purposely annoy you or grab your attention.
"But honeybunchessss" He wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you close and nuzzling his head agasint your shoulder. "I promise it's gonna be fun for everyone..."
"No, Jax. I am not helping you make Zooble into a piñata—" You scoff, trying your best to sound firm despite the corny nickname making you want to laugh your ass off.
"C'monnn, my..." Jax pauses for a second, looking for an even worse pet name. "My sweet little pumpkin pieee~" , he whines into your shoulder again.
"Jax! I am gonna make you into a piñata if you don't stop..." You barely manage through your laughter, unable to take him seriously anymore.
✦ Jax has an irrational fear of you abstracting that often bleeds into his digital sleep. Once in a while he'd have these nightmares about you that always make him wake up in a cold sweat. He wouldn't be able to calm down or go back to 'sleep' if he doesn't assure himself you're okay and that it was just a dream—a really bad dream.
Thus, you'd randomly find him desperately knocking at your door in the middle of your rest hours. He'd make up some dumb reason on why he needed to check up on you. Then, he'd come up with an even more silly reason on why he just had to spend the rest of the 'night' with you.
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(Feedback would be greatly appreciated and always awknowledged! 𖹭)
ghost and soap spend so much time together that—while neither of them are necessarily good at impressions in general—they learn how to mimic each other(‘s accents/voices) to the point of it being a little uncanny, if not annoying, because they only ever make use of the skill to dick around
Hello Dehlia! I happened upon your blog after my sudden re-surfacing obsession with DMC and would like to know what it would be like to have the DMC guys as your bestie ride-or-die bitch?
DMC MEN as your best friend hcns.
Hi sweetheart! Of course, hope you enjoy <3.
Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero and V
WC: ~3300
My masterlist
Dante Sparda
Your partner in crime. Your worst influence. He is the friend your mom, teachers and the church warned you about.
And despite it all, he is your emergency contact.
The type of friend you can call at 3 a.m. because you are spiralling, and he will always show up.
(Complaining the entire time, obviously.)
"You know I'd fight God for you, but waking me up before breakfast is reeeally pushing it."
Dante forgets important things but remembers the most unnecessary, useless details about you.
Your birthday?
"Isn't it... around spring?"
Your job?
"Something-something with numbers."
Your relationship status? A complete mystery to him.
But he does remember:
Your favourite band from middle school,
Which one of the members was your crush.
Exactly how cringe you were about it.
He has you saved in his phone under a stupid name or an inside joke so obscure it would require a five-hour explanation.
The type of friend who is always — Platonically and shamelessly — flirting with you.
If you know him, you know it's never serious. It's just the way he is programmed.
"Heyyy, hotshot, how ya doin'? Don't you miss me?"
"No."
"Well, fuck you, me neither."
If some guy is bothering you, Dante instantly pretends to be your boyfriend and has way too much fun with it. He commits to the bit like he’s trying to win an Oscar.
It's so over-the-top it makes the other guy uncomfortable, but shame is not a word in Dantes vocabulary.
Now that we are on the topic, I have to clarify how overprotective he is of you. In his own way, obviously.
Like an older brother, he acts nonchalant, and he insists he "Totally doesn't care," but he does. He’s hyper-aware when something feels off, and sometimes that makes him a little overbearing.
In his defence, he lost too many people in his life; he can't afford to lose you, too.
"Text me when you get home, yeah? This ain't Wonderland, and there is a shit ton of demons out there."
Once, it was late at night. And he couldn´t walk you home, so... he just handed you Ebony and called it a day.
"You know how to use a gun?"
"No...?"
"Well, you point at the bad thing, pull the trigger, then hear something drop, and that's about it."
“Dante, I cannot use a gun.”
“Why not?”
“For starters, I don’t know the technique.”
"The general technique is that you gotta try to aim at something that isn't you."
"Well, no shit, but— "
"Alright, gotta go, babe. Bye!"
His methods are a bit insane, but hey! They work. (Kind of)
Dante is genuinely a pretty funny and chill guy. He always tries to cheer you up and lighten the mood. Especially when things are bad.
You can vent to him, and he will listen to you, plainly and unjudgmentally. Just don't expect him to open up in return or receive deeply sensitive, articulate advice.
At best, you get:
"Yeah... that sucks. Wanna get takeout?"
A guy like Dante doesn't open up to people easily. So if you’re his friend, chances are you’ve known each other for a long time, like Trish and Lady.
What's that? You want to meet Trish or Lady? Do not fret! Dante loves to introduce you to everyone in his orbit. He likes his people to know each other; it's like he is subconsciously building a little found family.
Which means you're probably close to, or at the very least, familiar with Trish, Lady, Patty, Morrison, Vergil and Nero.
And yes, you're part of this family whether you asked for it or not.
Dante is the kind of friend with whom you always end up sharing the most outrageous stories, "The Hangover"-level anecdotes.
Waking up in a hotel room you definitely didn't book? Check. ✅
Marrying a stranger in Las Vegas? Check. ✅
Gambling all your money, winning double, then gambling again and losing everything? Check. ✅
Ending up at a police station for a crime you two might have committed, accidentally or not? Check.✅
Even if you are a low-key and responsible person, you always end up in the craziest situations with him. It's like reality collapses into chaos whenever Dante is involved.
The type of guy who always invites you over for takeout. However, you will end up paying every single time.
"Sorry, sugar, this one's on you. But don't worry 'bout it, I'll get it next time."
You both know he won't, but you accept it at this point.
Yes, he owes you money. Even if you are as broke as he is.
Dante has depressive episodes more often than he lets on. You know when they happen: he becomes quieter, more pessimistic, cynical, and he sleeps too much or too little.
Dante, at his worst, is completely avoidant. He won't answer your calls or texts for weeks. Sometimes, because he is on a job, but other times, he is trapped inside his own head.
So occasionally, you're the one who has to show up and drag him out from his misery.
Dante won't ask for help, not openly. But he will ask you to hang out and have a drink at weird hours for no apparent reason.
To sum up, Dante is a complex person; his mind harbours many monsters, guilt, and nightmares, but despite all of this, he is an excellent friend.
The type of guy you can't help but love. Even if he is driving you insane.
Vergil Sparda
Being friends with Vergil is not an easy task. This is not a role for the faint of heart.
Having a thick skin is strongly advised (More on this later)
That said, if you somehow manage to become his friend, congratulations. You are very likely his only best friend for life.
Aside from Dante, of course.
Due to the lack of healthy relationships in his life, Vergil is an intense person with an all-or-nothing mentality.
This manifests in many ways, one of them being his complete inability to process and reciprocate casual kindness like a normal person.
For instance, you can do the bare minimum nice thing to him, and he will either take it completely for granted or malfunction entirely.
"Here you go, Verg."
He stares into space for a solid five seconds.
"If you require any enemies eliminated, you shall inform me."
"I just lent you a book, Vergil."
"I see..."
He is loyal. Not in a normal, friendly way, but in the way a guard dog is loyal. He will defend you in your absence, death-glaring anyone who disrespects you, or intimidating anyone who pushes their luck.
(He would stab them if given the opportunity. Unfortunately for him, Dante now supervises his activities, meaning Vergil is no longer allowed to kill people indiscriminately. This greatly offends him.)
Say what you want about Vergil, but he's a man who gets shit done...in his own way.
"My boss has been bothering me an awful lot lately. He is such a creep."
Vergil opens a portal, disappears, and returns five minutes later.
"He has been dealt with."
"What— what do you mean by that?"
"He has been dealt with."
You don't make any other follow-up questions, and that's for the best.
His version of “hanging out” is peaceful co-existence. He is perfectly content reading beside you while you silently do something else: drawing, crafting, knitting, studying, working, or reading another book.
While conversation is allowed, silence is preferred.
In the same vein, the easiest way to bond with him is to be bookish or interested in poetry.
It's just an infinite pool of conversation topics that do not qualify as tedious small talk to him. (Something that Vergil very openly loathes)
While not a talkative man at all, he is surprisingly eloquent when insulting people. Especially the ones he cares about the most. Cleverly bullying people is his way of showing camaraderie.
So, yes, he roasts you a lot. You'd be surprised at how much you get read by Vergil; he can be reeeally sassy if he chooses to.
"You have a rather simplistic approach to logical thinking."
"It seems competence continues to elude you."
Or in conversation:
"I didn't sleep much last night."
"Evidently."
"I think I handled that well."
"Objectively, no."
"Sometimes I struggle to stay focused."
"I have no doubt."
(I did warn you about the thick skin. Befriending this bastard is not for beginners.)
Thankfully, he tolerates your insults back.
"So, you chose that attire willingly?"
"I refuse to receive fashion advice from a crusty Edwardian man whose last time you washed your coat was before the fall of the Roman Empire."
Judgmental, he has the meanest side-eye known to mankind.
You know you’re his best friend when, after someone does something idiotic, Vergil immediately locks eyes with you across the room and is like:
"Can you believe this moron?"
Most would disagree, but I think he loves gossip.
He will deny this vehemently. He insists he is not nosy, and yet he knows everything.
He is always silently listening to people, and he remembers everything. Therefore, he can't help but know everything about everyone; he wants to act nonchalant and uninterested, but he can't.
"Admit it! You love gossip."
"I do not concern myself with trivial matters."
"Then, how did you know she was cheating on her boyfriend?"
"Please. Even a blind man could see the infidelity."
Or, alternatively:
"Hey, Vergil! Did you hear about—?"
"Yes."
He is not a "mom friend" by any means, but he somehow knows your schedule and responsibilities better than you do.
"Aren't you supposed to be elsewhere?"
"It seems punctuality still remains a challenge for you. You are one hour late for your appointment."
Vergil is a cold, aloof man.
He doesn't sugarcoat, offer empty reassurance or give compliments lightly.
However, he deeply respects discipline, hard work and endurance in the face of adversities. If you feel like you’ve failed or want to give up, he does not dismiss it.
"You endured what most would not."
"You remained in the face of misfortunes. Commendable."
"Do not falter. It will pass. "
Unfortunately, he has a remarkable talent for making concern sound like a threat/ insult.
"You are not use to anyone being feeble, dehydrated and sleepless. Unless you seek failure, correct this."
"You forget yourself. Humans cannot tolerate physical strain as demons do. Take a break, you fool."
"You look pathetic. Have a proper meal. We will speak later."
"Attend to your health. No one else will, and neglect has consequences."
But sometimes — sometimes — he gets it right.
"You will succeed. It is inevitable."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because you cannot escape fate."
"That's... surprisingly sweet of you, Vergil."
"Do not get used to it."
Nero Sparda
Nero is not subtle about his thoughts or feelings. If he likes you, you'd know.
There is very little slow burn in y'all's friendship. If you are an extrovert, you'll link instantly. If you are an introvert, he simply adopts you.
The one emergency contact that is actually competent. He answers the phone immediately, and before you even finish the sentence, he is already grabbing his jacket and keys.
"Hey—"
"What's up?"
"Shit, I'm sorry, Nero, I think I might—"
"I'm on my way."
He is fiercely protective. He believes you have to protect your people with your blood, sweat and tears. And to him, friends are family.
Although this is very earnest and honourable of him, Nero is a man who thinks with his heart first and his brain eventually.
If you are wronged, even if it is not a big deal, he will overreact.
He has a tendency to stand directly in front of you, argue with anyone, and escalate situations at record speed.
Sometimes it helps, because he would absolutely fight god for you.
But sometimes it does not help. Like, at all, he will actually make the situation ten times worse.
Similarly, he will defend you in conversations even when you’re not there.
"No, you don't know them. They are not like that. You know what? Fuck you, you better watch your mouth before talking shit about them."
Also, if someone interrupts you mid-sentence.
"Hey, man. They were talking."
If you have beef with someone, Nero now has beef with them, too. He forgets the details, but remembers the vibe.
"I don't like that person"
"You met them once."
"Yeah. Didn't like them. Vibes were off."
Nero is too honest for his own good.
"You look like shit. No offence."
Or, alternatively, if you're not wearing makeup:
"You good? You look sick and tired."
"I'm fine. I'm just not wearing any makeup."
"Oh— Shit. Sorry. Fuck me, I guess."
Unlike Vergil or Dante, Nero actually tries to be emotionally open. Sure, he is clumsy; he overcorrects, overshares or blurts things out.
The same applies to emotional support. He doesn’t always say the right thing, but he genuinely tries.
Strangely enough, he is excellent at hyping you up, even when it makes absolutely no sense.
"You could totally take them in a fight."
"They are twice my size, Nero."
"Yeah, but you're more... fiesty. Like an angry kitty against a Rottweiler."
Or alternatively, while watching a movie:
“Okay, but like… if the situation were right, you’d have a chance with them"
"With who? Pedro Pascal? Be fucking for real."
"Nah, you'd totally have a shot."
He loves his friends with a passion. He thinks you are way cooler than you actually are, and no amount of logic will convince him otherwise.
You will get dragged into his domestic life. He introduces you to Kyrie and Nico immediately. He doesn’t mind if you stay the night or if you make yourself at home.
Needless to say, you probably get along with them, too.
Nero is that friend who cannot whisper to save his life, nor be subtle.
"Hey, Nero. Be subtle, but behind you is my ex."
"HUH?! WHERE?!" Violently twist his head like the girl from The Exorcist.
He’s the friend who constantly tries to get you out of your comfort zone. He makes you try things you normally wouldn’t, even if you’re shy.
"Okay, but it doesn't matter if it sucks, or if you make an ass of yourself, it'll be a great anecdote later."
"Thanks..."
Also, invites you to places at the last minute and acts surprised when you can't go.
"C'mon, it'll be fun."
"Nero, it's 2 am on a Thursday."
"So...?"
I feel that he loves spontaneous field trips.
“Hey, wanna go somewhere?”
“Where?”
“We’ll figure it out on the way.”
If someone flirts with you badly, Nero physically recoils and makes exaggerated gagging faces behind them.
"Oof, that was a tough watch, man."
Nero is the friend you have all your drunk stories with. Unfortunately, he remembers every single one perfectly. Especially the embarrassing ones.
He has at least 100 unflattering but hilarious photos of you, which he uses exclusively as reaction images in your private chats.
I know I've been nagging about how loyal and how much of a good friend Nero is. Which he is! But truth to be told, he is terrible at keeping secrets.
He will beg you not to tell him anything sensitive because the guilt will eat him alive. Yet, you tell him anyway.
He lasts maybe ten minutes.
Then he sprints to Kyrie.
Luckily for you, Kyrie is a much better confidante.
He is insanely competitive over the dumbest things imaginable, especially games:
Video games, card games, Monopoly, and don't get me started on UNO.
“The fuck you mean I gotta draw twenty-eight cards?! Fuck this stupid game! What color? GREEN?! I don’t have green!”
"What do you mean you don't have green? You have half the deck in your hand!"
"I know! I fucking hate this game..."
Anyway, Nero is by far the most normal of all the Spardas. So, treasure his friendship; he is a golden boy.
V Sparda.
Like Vergil, being friends with V is a slightly surreal experience.
For starters, he is objectively a strange man. I don’t think that needs further elaboration
Second, V comes as a full package deal, because wherever he goes, his familiars are not far behind. You don’t just befriend V; you inherit Shadow, Griffon, and Nightmare as part of the arrangement.
Someone artistic or introspective will likely get along with him best. Similar to Vergil, you get bonus points if you enjoy poetry. He loves to read and talk about books with you.
If V is your best friend, it means he is always there for you.
Physically.
No, like, literally.
I mean it, V has a habit of materialising out of nowhere beside you and scaring the absolute shit out of you.
“Greetings.”
“WHAT THE FUCK — since when have you been there?!”
“Enough. Either way, here I found this book you might enjoy.”
Like a good friend, he does check in with you, but in a very odd way.
He disappears for days, sometimes weeks, then suddenly appears at your door at midnight and asks how you are, like it's the most normal thing to do.
"V? Do you know what time it is? And where have you been?"
"Irrelevant questions." (A pause) "I have been meaning to ask you, how did your job interview go?"
If you’re feeling down, V isn’t the best at traditional reassurance. He tends to stand there awkwardly, clearly wanting to help but unsure how.
He isn’t terrible at emotional support, but he does have a habit of quoting poetry at the worst possible moments.
"Grief is but love enduring..."
"V."
"Apologies."
You and V are a trauma-dump duo. About 75% of your conversations are just venting. He listens without judgment because his threshold for weirdness is nearly nonexistent, so nothing you say fazes him.
While he isn’t always comforting in a conventional sense, he is actually one of the better Spardas to talk to emotionally. He’s not as closed off as Vergil or as avoidant as Dante, and he genuinely has a way with words. (Unlike Nero)
“You do not need to suffer for your endurance to have meaning. Your persistence speaks for itself.”
What’s the antonym of pushy? Unobstrusive? Well, that’s V. He is quiet, respects space, and minds his own business.
He’s the type of friend you can go months without talking to, then pick up right where you left off, as if nothing happened.
Like Vergil, V is unintentionally funny, and unlike Vergil, he’s significantly less intimidating. So, he is just an overall more approachable and entertaining person.
However, he has no concept of conversational momentum. You’ll be mid-rant, and he’ll calmly interrupt with something like:
"This reminds me of a line by Blake."
He is also that one friend who laughs last because he didn’t get the joke in time.
You try to teach him modern slang, and he tries.
"That was... 'Based', was it not?"
That one friend who never knocks and never closes doors behind him. And once you’re close, he borrows your things constantly. Nine times out of ten, you don’t even notice they’re gone.
Most of the time, he returns them before you realise. But sometimes… he forgets.
He doesn't do all of this on purpose; he is a bit absent-minded.
One of your favourite activities with him is watching bad movies and trash TV. He observes closely, analyses deeply, and somehow understands very little.
"This narrative is... ambitious."
V is odd, gentle, present and surprisingly sincere. As your best friend, he turned into a quiet constant in your life. I told you, it is a surreal experience to have him in your life, but it is no less special.
Author's Note
Miss me? (Say yes, please), I closed the request temporarily so I could catch up a bit with them. As soon as I write a few more, I'll open them again. Ideally, sometime in January. I have plenty of requests half-finished because headcanons for Dante and Vergil come easily to me, but I struggle a tad with Nero and V.
Although I'm not one 100% sure of this blog, I might correct it in the future: I had a lot of fun writing this, especially the dialogue, but I think it is a little bit dull and monotonous to read. Like, it could be funnier. However, I think it's an overall decent set of hcns.
One more thing! I was thinking of finishing some Christmas Headcanons. But I'm not sure I will finish them on time before the holiday. I might publish it after Christmas. If so, would you guys be interested either way?
Maybe Leon (DI or ID) with reader finds him very funny. Like wheeze laughing at his jokes.
ID!Leon Kennedy Being Silly Headcanons
First pic is from Alpha Pandora and the second is from Leon S(ex)Kennedy on Pinterest. I just added Tumblr filters 🫂
Pairing- ID!Leon Kennedy x Reader
A/N- Hi Anon! Thank you for your request although I am so sorry for posting this late 🥺
I hope you like it 💙
No Content Warnings 🫡
Just some silly headcanons of my fave man.
ID Leon is way funnier than he thinks he is. Half of his jokes aren’t even intentional—he’ll say something completely straight-faced, totally serious, and then look genuinely confused when you start wheeze-laughing like he just delivered the best punchline of the year.
At first, he thinks you’re just being polite. Like, “Oh, she’s laughing because she feels bad for me.” Then it keeps happening. Over and over. And suddenly he’s trying a little harder for it.
ID Leon is flirty in the dumbest way possible. He doesn’t plan it. It just… slips out. A teasing comment here and there, a low “You’re enjoying this a bit too much, huh?” there—followed immediately by him realizing what he said and giving you that crooked, almost-embarrassed smile.
The more you laugh, the more relaxed he gets. His shoulders loosen, his posture softens, and suddenly he’s leaning closer without even noticing. He starts talking with his hands, getting dramatic with stories that absolutely did not need that much buildup.
You laughing at his jokes becomes his favorite thing. Not because of his ego—but because he feels much safer that way. Like he doesn’t have to be “Agent Kennedy” around you. He can just be Leon. Slightly tired. Slightly stupid. Fully himself (he's so dorky in ID, I love him 🥹)
Sometimes he’ll glance at you mid-sentence, already smiling, like he’s waiting for your reaction. When you laugh before he even finishes the joke, he looks ridiculously pleased with himself.
“You know,” he says once, trying (and failing) to sound casual, “you laugh at me more than anyone I know.” You don't say anything to hear what he's going to say more. “…I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.”
He’s the kind of flirty that pretends he’s not flirting. A playful smirk, a raised brow, an offhand comment that sounds innocent until you replay it in your head later and realize—oh. He knew exactly what he was doing.
And when you’re still smiling long after the joke is over, he notices. Always.
That’s when he gets softer, he loves to see you laughing at his stupid jokes. Leans in to face you and says, “I like that I can make you laugh.”
Truth is? He would give the worlds just to hear and see you laughing.
Even If they're not funny, still do because that's the only thing he trusts in himself (lmao)
💙 BONUS:
One night, you were both at home, sitting close together on the couch, half-cuddled under a soft blanket while some ridiculously stupid TV show played in the background. Neither of you had actually chosen it—it had just been on. And somehow, neither of you had bothered to change the channel.
Leon had been staring at the TV completely blank-faced. No comments. No jokes. No sarcastic remarks. Just silently watching, like the show had hypnotized him.
You had scooted closer, resting your head against his shoulder.
“Why are we watching this? It's so stupid” you had asked, grinning.
He hadn’t answered.
You had tilted your head, studying his face. “Leon?”
Still nothing. Not even a reaction.
You had poked his side. Gently at first. Then again, a little firmer.
“Leon. Leon. Babe.”
No response. The man had been gone. Mentally checked out. Fully absorbed.
So you had done the only reasonable thing.
You had lightly smacked his arm.
Leon had jolted like he’d just been rebooted, turning toward you slowly with wide eyes, genuinely startled, looking at you like he’d just woken up in a completely different reality.
“—What?” he had said, blinking. “Why did you hit me?”
The expression on his face had been so stupid. He was so confused and unintentionally funny at the same time.
You had completely lost it then. Laughing so hard you could barely breathe, collapsing against him and throw yourself off the couch accidentally, practically crying while pointing at his face.
Leon had just stared at you, still trying to process what had happened.
“…Okay,” he had said finally. “I feel like I missed something important.”
That had only made you laugh harder.
He had shaken his head, muttering something about how he survived missions but apparently couldn’t survive television.
Later—much later—he had admitted, very quietly, that the show had actually been “kind of interesting.”
You had never let him live it down after that day.
