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Give me your actor au headcannons and I will turn them into fics🤤

Summary:

I CANCELLED THIS sougghhh cool hc though gugs

Chapter 1

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So I felt kinda bored so i felt like doing this

give me your actor au headcannons and I (yes I)will be making a small FIC for them 

things I will do!!!

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ships (any as long as it resonates to the actor au)

platonic relationships

angst

fluff

uhh what else

i put II here aswell if anyone wants me to write an II one

any other object show fuck it

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things I WONT do 

 

smut

uhhh

proshipping eugh

uhh

mm

if I don’t want to then I don’t want to idk my mind is blank

 

so enlighten me with your actor au headcannons ok?

Chapter 2: Basketone fluff requested by Bluelyi

Notes:

I really hope o have time to do all the requests school is back so I have to ACTUALLY lock in now 😞🤞

Also this request was Basketone fluff from bluelyi I said it in the title but yeah I’ll say it again ok
I did NOT beta read this and it’s trash kill me/silly

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Lounging around in the lobby,basketball and snowball stare at the ceiling fan above them,the fan going round and round like a lullaby

 

“One said she’s coming soon..”snowball mumbled to himself

 

Basketball fiddled with her fingers,making a silent chattering sound

“Give her a break snowball,she probably was revising the script”

 

“Of course your the one to defend her”

 

“Why yes..I will”she beamed brightly

 

In a hurry,One barges through the doorway,scripts in her hand as her hair tangled and tired

 

“Hey guys,sorry I’m late!”she huffs out,brushing off the hair oh her eyes

 

“Did you get any sleep geez look at you”Basketball rushes over,carrying the handbag tight

 

 

One plopped herself down staring at both of them ever so proudly

“Well..I finished the script so the scenes are a go!”

She giggled like a little kid

 

Basketball sighed warmly as she sat beside her placing her feet above her lap

“And how long did that take you?”

 

Placing a finger to her lip,she fell deep in her monologue

Snowball found it annoying while basketball found it cute

 

“Just about 2 days!”

 

“Oh your quick!”

 

“Two straight days.and a lot of coffee.”

 

Silence

 

 

“O-oh one!”basketball musters up,her mouth still agape

 

Snowball glances at basketball and one

There flirting arent they

 

“I’m going”Snowball stands up,swinging his duffel bag round his back

 

“Where are you going”one looks at him,eyes slightly closed and her speak slurring

 

“I’m going to check up on grassy,see how hes holding on with his part,you gave him a lot of screentime”He responds,checking his phone incase of any response

 

“Okay,you go on ahead.”Basketball interjects,smiling back

 

 

He walks off to the elevator,as the door closes and closes leaving nothing but a grey void

 

“So..can I see my scene!”Basketball beams,her coiled hair bouncing upwards

 

The truth is one didn’t want to show basketball her scene,she gets deleted!by one herself..

Would basketball see any less of her..?

 

“Uhh it’s not done!”One drops out,her words forced

 

Basketball stares at ones lying face,the way the sweat beads off her face and her smile slightly crooked

She takes on final look at her,before crossing her arms

“I know when you’re lying..don’t worry it’s fine!if anything rubber spatula can-“

 

“Why does everything have to be done by rubber spatula,hes just our lighting guy…and hes a side character for what???hes not even THAT GOOD!”

 

“What about me?”a voice tunes through the halls

 

Ones eyes pop out with exhaustion and anger

“NO ONE IS TALKING TO YOU!”she yells out her voice bold and loud

 

“Okay okay maybe let’s calm down a bit..”basketball pushes through,her arms reaching for her shoulder

 

“I don’t even know what you said.”rubber spatula yells as he pushes away a cart of clothing

 

One hisses through her teeth which blow our steam from her ears like a cartoon

 

Basketball reluctantly pats ones head,soon falling down onto the couch

One resiprocates,her eyes lingering on the window beside her,which loomed over countless buildings

 

They sit in silence for a couple minutes gazing at the bright sky,no words exchanged but thoughts illuminated

 

Finally,after what seemed like meet seconds basketball spoke with hostility

“So can I see it now”

 

 

One hesitant,reached for her bag and pulled out the script crumpled and messy

 

“Okay here.”

 

 

Basketball brought it too her sight,pushed up her glasses as she pinched the pale sheet to her eyes

 

A moment passed,then two,then three

 

She dropped the paper then stared blankly at one

 

“your telling me I dissapear again and in my final moments SNOWBALL IS ON MY SHOULDERS???”

 

she’s mostly mad about her dying moments rather than her death it seems..

 

“Well for plot reasons I had to!”One replied wavering her arms round in a haste

 

“And how long is this scene for..”

 

 

“A couple seconds then you uh.die.lol”

 

“I DIE???”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Also one definitely does scripts bit by bit and not all at once because it overwhelms her and she’s a lazy bum like me
Also the random rubber spatula mention wad bc his va is Sam so I thought it would be funny to add taht hahhahaha ok

Chapter 3: Request from:y0yleberriez-addict (bioluminousities

Notes:

Request from:y0yleberriez-addict (bioluminousities)!!!
Lowkey this was fun to write but I did rush it so sorry about that😞

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Leafy is loved by everyone.

Everyone Loves Leafy

Some say she’s blessed by God. The way she speaks on interviews, the way her delivery shines during rehearsals for TPOT 20

 

“Great job, Leafy, as always!”

 

It’s a dream for anyone to get validation like that. But when you have to be perfect like Leafy, praise feels less like love and more like a test.

 

Every compliment demands another one in return.

Every random guy who tries to hit on her, she must smile, nod, and decline with grace

 

“Sorry, I’m unfortunately..I’m very busy! Thank you for the offer!”

 

Smile. Nod.

Back straight. Eyes forward. Shoulders confident. Smile again.

 

 

 

At home, in her rundown apartment, the confidence is stolen

Her smile vanishes the moment the door shuts. Her back slumps, eyes squeeze shut, lips crack dry. The whiplash of reality hits.

 

She opens her phone. No new messages. Just the same old one from Firey:

 

“I need some space.”

 

Leafy stares at those words for seconds, then minutes, drowning in that pixelated font.

 

Her vision blurs. If she cries, she’ll cry all night. If she cries, her eyes will be swollen tomorrow. If her eyes are swollen, she won’t perform. If she can’t perform, she won’t get paid. If she doesn’t get paid, she’ll be homeless.

 

She wipes her eyes. Stares into the dark. Forces herself back to the screen.

 

Twitter.

 

Her inbox is a tidal wave the flurry of DMs, mentions, comments.

 

She sits upright, forces the posture, forces the grace, and begins answering one by one.

24 minutes straight. No breaks.Each reply perfectly polite, perfectly elegant.

Perfect “Leafy”

But the further she scrolls, the sharper the knives get.

 

“I’m crying who does she THINK she is.”

 

“Can we all kill her pls she’s so corny.”

 

“Leafy and her fans are insufferable. Always toxic and fake.”

 

“Praying one deletes her so I don’t have to listen to its voice.”

 

That last one stings. Hard.Sharp.Brutal and honest like a salt to a wound

Her voice.

 

Too masculine? She’d worked so hard: surgery, treatments, pain, endless effort to soften it.

Was it still not enough?

Did they know?

They couldn’t. They can’t.

 

Her fingers hover over the keys. Delete, delete, delete. No words come.

 

Finally

 

“Thanks for the criticism.”

Sent.

 

Done.

 

She scrolls. And there it is.

 

Her face, plastered with that sickly perfect smile. A post rising up her feed.

 

Firey’s username.

Firey’s profile.

Firey’s bio.

 

“I think I should step up and finally say the things she did to me.”

 

Leafy freezes.

 

He told.

On her.

Chapter 4

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I’m give up sry guys