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UNRAVEL ME - Part 5

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Afro-Latina!Reader

Summary: In the wake of Vought Tower finally falling, you find yourself crossing paths with Soldier Boy. Rogue, weakened, dangerous, and hunted, he needs a place to hide. You’re not about to offer up your own home to shelter a supe wanted by Homelander and the CIA…but he’s also not going to let you refuse.

AN: A slightly shorter chapter, but an important one. 😉

Song Inspo: “Please Me” by Bruno Mars ft. Cardi B

Word Count: 5.8K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Angst, PTSD/trauma, smut (v. fingering, oral – m. receiving), romantic fluff, the big ultimatum…

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Part 5: Amor Prohibido

(Forbidden Love)

You pull up to your grandmother’s house and open up the trunk of your old Camry to start grabbing the groceries. Ben doesn’t let you, however. He loads up both arms, shooting you a wink.

Is this his way of hitting you with some old-fashioned chivalry? Does he think it’ll get him closer to slipping you a little something after he takes you out tonight?

You raise a brow, but you unlock the door for him and follow your pack mule to the kitchen. You put away the groceries while Ben stalks off to grab a shower. You’ll do the same, you suppose. You don’t want to look grungy while he’s looking all coiffed and smelling all good and…

Fuck, you rake a hand into your hair. Okay, it’s just one night hanging out. A couple drinks, maybe a little dancing, and we’ll come home at a reasonable hour so this man can get his rest, because even if I have to drive him to the airport and shove his ass on that plane myself, he’s getting the fuck out of here.

Because the longer he stays, the more you find yourself conflicted. He’s cut as hell, sure. He’s got a jaw that could break some glass, as well as your spine. Big hands that could probably handle you every which way—but no. Fuck no.

The man was insufferable. Dangerous. He’d literally taken someone out in front of you, even if it was to save you (and himself from being caught).

Still, you pick out a dress to wear. You take an “everything shower,” exfoliating, shaving, cleansing, moisturizing, and even brushing your teeth. You style your hair and pick out your best bra for the little red dress, plus something lacy to match underneath.

You’re still doing your makeup with a painstaking hand when your grandma slips inside your room. She finds you in the bathroom, surrounded by bottles and products, combs and makeup brushes, eyeshadow and lipstick. She raises a brow.   

“Hmm, and what’re you doing in here?” she asks, with a knowing gleam in her eyes. “You’re going out? I’m making dinner, you know.”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna show Ben around town after dinner,” you reply, though you pause. “Or, I mean. I guess he wants to take me out. Whatever.”

Sofia spies your little smile. You can’t quite hide it while you smooth out your eyeliner. She gives you a softer look through the mirror. You hesitate again when you notice her.

“What?” you ask. 

“Ay, mija. If you love him, you should just tell him,” she says.

Your head quirks in confusion and a recoiling expression of fuck no. You open your mouth to set her straight, but then you remember a key tidbit: she’s supposed to think he’s your boyfriend.

And that look on her face says even more. Her smile evokes the wrinkles and laugh lines in her cheeks, a certain impish gleam. Your eyes narrow slightly as you begin to realize…

“You really think I wouldn’t recognize ese Soldier Boy when you brought him into my house?” she says in amusement. Her arm gestures wide, and in the direction of the guest room where Ben is also presumably getting ready for tonight.

The rest, she says in Spanish. “I’ve grown up watching his movies since I was a little girl. He was more clean-shaven back then, but the beard isn’t so bad, no?”

You splutter laughing, covering your face with both hands to hide your embarrassment. You really should’ve known better than to try pulling a fast one on your grandma, of all people. Despite pushing her late seventies, the old woman’s memory is still sharp as hell.

“And your boyfriend let the cat out of the bag himself this morning when he couldn’t remember your last name. After four months? Pfff,” Sofia says, waving a dismissive hand. Her face then shifts, becoming more stern. “What I don’t know is why you lied to me, eh?”

You lower your eyes contritely. “Sorry, Mamá.”

“Mhmm,” she says wryly. “Why don’t you tell me why he’s here, and I’ll fix your hair.”

You frown. “What’s wrong with my hair?”

She just shakes her head and guides you to sit on the closed toilet lid.

“Eh-eh. Sit down, I’ll fix,” she insists.

“I mean, I spent a lot of time…” you start to say, but at one sharply raised brow from your grandma, you pipe down. “Okay, well, I guess I just gotta start from the beginning.”

So you do. You tell her the whole story, from the moment you ran into Ben in that alley, him forcing himself into your car and into your apartment, how he threatened you, though he never actually hurt you. You glide over some of the more intense parts of your buddy comedy road trip, namely all the murder and dumping Webweaver’s body into a lake—type shit, but at least you and Ben (and your car) made it here in once piece.

“And now you’re going out with him tonight?” your grandma asks, with a knowing smile.

“Out of everything I just told you, that’s what you focus on?” you snip. She tugs at your hair, earning a yelp out of you. She shushes you for good measure while she continues styling you.

“It’s not like that between me and Ben,” you say, after a beat of hesitation. “He’s just…arrogant. He’s annoying. He’s old-fashioned, and he’s such a…a man.” When Sofia steps back, fluffing your hair one last time. You reach for your perfume and spray all the key spots: both sides of the neck, elbow creases, wrists, and a quick one down your cleavage. 

Sofia’s lips once again twitch at a smile.

“He’s also, uh, kind of funny. In his own way,” you admit, thinking of the time you two watched The Princess Bride together. His frustrated commentary at Buttercup had been fucking hilarious. “And you know, he likes it when I cook for him. Doesn’t think it’s too ethnic or too weird. He told me I shouldn’t give up on my art.”

You pause when catch your own reflection in the mirror, realizing that your face is warm just thinking about it. About him. 

“And what do you think that means?” Sofia asks. She meets your gaze in the mirror. 

You turn away though, blinking those dumb, naive thoughts away. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you say. “Even if he stayed, he’s not the kinda guy who settles for the little brown girl. His life is bigger than mine. More dangerous too.”

“Dangerous,” Sofia echoes, her eyes narrowing. “The way you’ve gotten in trouble with the law because of him?”

“Yeah, exactly,” you sigh. You take her hand with both of yours. “Mamá, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bringing all this to you.”

“Ay, mija,” she says. My daughter. She brushes your hair back and kisses your forehead. In those two words, you know what she means.

Nosotros somos familia.

We’re family.

We protect each other. 

“The way I see it,” she says, “he’s our only hope of stopping Homelander. Or else, this country will end up just like Cuba. With a tyrant, a madman, destroying everything we’ve built for ourselves.”

You hold in a sigh as your heart sinks, measure by measure.

You don’t have it in you to tell her that Ben’s not that guy. He’s already checked the fuck out on being a real hero. He probably never was to begin with.

After dinner with your grandmother, Ben insists on driving when the two of you go out, even though you’re not really in the mood to have a good time anymore. Let alone with him.

You smile politely when he says, with actual sincerity, You look beautiful.

Though you do have to fight a blush at the way he looks at you, his green eyes roaming up and down your body from the shade of read on your lips, down to the tall, strappy heels on your feet, like he’s trying to commit each of your curves to memory without even touching you.

You can’t allow yourself to enjoy the way he hums along to the radio, or the way he fights Miami traffic like an old man, yelling obscenities through the closed window. You can’t see the point of allowing yourself relax or smile, or even let him touch you. Because eventually, he’ll have to leave. 

When he pulls up to the nightclub you told him about, you try not to let yourself react to his hand guiding you inside by the small of your back, or the way that hand moves around your waist to keep you close in the throng of warm bodies and pulsating music. 

He wears one of the black button-down shirts you bought him, along with some dark brown slacks. You gave him one of your grandfather's old flat caps to help hide his face from potential street and building cameras. He didn't seem too concerned about the exposure when you two left the house, but you know that he's on edge.

This scene probably isn’t what he’s used to. Even if it was, it's been literal decades since he's been in a club, so you know you have to do some leading too. You can feel him tense up every time someone else brushes against him. He’s frowning, thick brows knitted together as he looks around.

“What the fuck is this music?” he asks in your ear, so you can actually hear him.

You realize then that this might be a little much for him. If you can feel the bass of the rap music in your chest, you can only imagine what this is like for him.

You think of that night, when you had to wake Ben from what was likely a horrible nightmare. You chew your lip in concern, noting the way his eyes flicker across the room. You need to pull yourself out of your funk for now.

“Let’s get a couple drinks, then we can go dance!” you suggest, giving him an encouraging smile. Ben relaxes, just slightly. He allows you to guide him with your arm wrapping around his.

You two sit at the bar for a little while, thought admittedly it’s too loud to hear one another. And even after two glasses of scotch, he’s still reluctant to get up and dance with you.

The truth is, this whole place is grating on Ben. It’s too fucking loud, and he’s already regretting the way he let you talk him into coming here. He should’ve followed his instincts and taken you to a movie or something.

“Well, what do you want to do, sit here all night?” you ask. He doesn’t appreciate the testiness already creeping into your tone. The pulsing lights and deep thump, thump, thump of the bass is setting him on edge, catching in the edges of his vision.

The gleam of camera flashes, Crimson Countess’s fake fucking smile, a mask falling over his face, the gleam of sharp silver and whirring sounds, smoke rising from his own flesh.

“If that’s what the fuck I feel like doing, then that’s what the fuck I’ll do,” he snarks, without even really looking at you. He keeps his gaze firmly ahead on the rows of taps on the bar, as if that can stop him from gripping his glass tighter. He sets it down on the counter, so he doesn’t shatter it.

“Are you serious? That’s your idea of a good time?” you ask incredulously. You slide out of your seat and stare at him with your hands on your hips. “Why did you want to come out with me then if you’re not even going to hang out with me? Maybe I’ll just go dance with someone else.”

“Go right ahead and fuck off then, sweetheart,” he snapped. He tossed back a big mouthful of his third scotch.

You begin to bristle in anger, about to tell him where he could fuck off to while you were busy actually trying to have fun…until you catch that look in his eyes, glazed over and unresponsive.

Your brows furrow. “Ben?”

He slightly flinches at the clink and shatter of a glass when a man nearby stumbles on something sticky on the floor. Ben blinks hard, his jaw working.

Something’s wrong. You know it in your blood.

So you act. You call his name more insistently, earning his attention. You circle your arm around his and lead him off the stool. “Let’s go.”

“…Where?” he says, belatedly.

“Just follow me,” you say with a wink, adopting a more flirtatious smile. You don’t know how much of him is actually in this moment with you, but maybe that’ll get his attention. You shift your hold on his arm and take his hand instead.

You lead him away from the tight crowd on the dance floor and around the bar, and into a dark hall near the bathrooms. It’s still loud though, that baseline dropping as the DJ’s sirens go off in the club. 

Ben stumbles, his left hand shooting out to smack heavily against the wall. He dents the plaster. You quickly move in front of him and rest your hands against his chest.

“Ben, you with me?” you say in a measured tone. “Hey, you okay? You hearing me?”

His brows furrow in answer, but you can tell he’s not all there. His breathing is growing ragged. You feel his chest getting warm, and then hot. 

Oh, fuck, your blood runs cold. Is this the strange new explosive power that nearly crumbled Vought Tower? Is this club about to get wiped off the map, like that building in Midtown? Are you about to get blown sky high along with it?

No. Fuck that. 

You grab his face in your hands. “Ben, you focus on me, okay? Before you blow your cover. Before you hurt someone.”

He blinks at that, and even begins to push you away.

“Fuck off,” he grunts.

Run, is what he thinks. Instinct tells him to push you a way, literally. Before you get yourself fucking killed. Before he…

Again, you’re not having it.

You raise yourself up on your toes and give him a forceful kiss. 

He breathes sharply through his nose. It takes a moment for his brain to catch up with his lips. Piece by piece, he’s able to ground himself and realize where he is, the feeling of your hands cradling his face, your breasts pressing against his chest. 

Then he grabs a hold of your waist with an iron grip, dragging you to him and holding you flush against his body. He slowly begins to respond, sucking your lower lip into his mouth. The warmth in his chest cools to embers, but the heat between you two shifts. He sinks his fingers into your hair and squeezes the flesh of your hip, then your ass.

He presses you against him, and you moan at the firm planes of his body against yours. His semi-hard cock already strains against his slacks, trapped between you and pressing against your stomach.   

You two end up stumbling into the women’s bathroom, where he clears the room of a few 20-something girls retouching their makeup. 

“Get the fuck out,” he growls.

Gasping in fear, the girls pack up their little purses and scatter.

You laugh breathlessly, earning the edge of Ben’s smirk, before he hefts you up onto the bathroom counter by your hips. A yelp escapes you, but you recover quick, gripping his shirt and pulling him down to you for a rough kiss. His tongue invades your mouth and plunders where he sees fit, all while those big hands smooth down the gentle slope of your back, along the curve of your waist, and finally squeezing your ass cheeks again. A low hum resonates in his throat at the feel of you, soft and pliant under his hands.  

You giggle in response. “An ass-man, huh?” you whisper against his lips.

Ben chuckles. He blazes open mouthed kisses along your jaw, takes your earlobe between his teeth. When he speaks, his voice is full of aroused grit in your ear. “Call me a connoisseur. You’ve got the most delectable fucking ass I’ve seen since before I went under.”

Before you can even shudder in reaction, he grabs your thighs and pulls you right to the edge of the counter. You pay him the favor of wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your core against the growing bulge in his slacks. He groans.

“Fucking soaked already, sweetheart? I’ll bet you are,” he grunts. “Let’s fucking see.”

He bunches the skirt of your dress up to the tops of your thighs and drags your panties down. The lace burns across your skin when the fabric tears. You gasp, provoking his grin. He pulls them off your thighs and tucks them into his back pocket. He considered ripping them right off you, but he wants to save them for later.

While one hand winds into your hair and grabs the back of your neck, the other slips between your legs and brushes long fingers through the slippery folds of your pussy. You whimper at the first brushing contact, grabbing his shoulders tight. Your nails bite into flesh through the fabric when he finds your weeping channel, a smirk already spreading across his face.

“Oh, yeah. Fucking soaked,” he murmurs. Two deft finger pads carry some of that wetness up to stroke your clit, and you utter his name with abandon. Your thighs clench, and he tightens his hold on your hair while he works you over with his fingers. First just circling your clit, then shifting to his thumb, increasing the pressure. His ring and forefinger slip deeply into your pussy and curl inside your walls; the sensation raises you half off the counter as you whimper in his ear.

“Ben,” you say, broken and needy. Your hips buck against his hand desperately. 

“That’s it, baby. I gotcha,” he says. His voice is both rough and smooth in your ear. And when you finally come, your inner walls fluttering tight around his fingers, he swallows your cries with a ravaging kiss. He strokes you through your shuddering orgasm. His thumb continues to firmly circle your clit, until you whine into his mouth and squeeze his hand again.

“Oh fuck…” Your thighs tremble hard as a second wave of sensation emanates deeply from your core. Your fingers are scraping through his hair, then holding onto his strong arms tight as you heave for breath.

He finally withdraws his hand and strokes your back as you come down. His smirk presses against your temple.

“That’s a two for one, sweetheart. You’re fucking welcome,” he says.

You roll your eyes at his self-satisfied tone, but a blush still warms your face. He certainly knows what the hell he’s doing.

You thank him with a thorough kiss; it’s slow, but no less heady when you sensuously lick into his mouth. For a moment, he loses himself in you with a groan of pleasure. He squeezes your waist on reflex.  

Your hand slips over the buttons and wrinkled fabric of his shirt, a nice olive green that you picked out for him. You brush past his belt and stroke his thick, hard arousal through his slacks. Already it’s bigger than you thought. Jesus.

You pull away though, making Ben raise a brow at you.

An amused smile twitches at your lips. “I’m gonna return the favor, don’t you worry. But I’m not getting on my knees in this dirty fucking bathroom.”

You manage to slide off the counter on your legs now somewhat turned to jelly. Ben grabs your waist again when you nearly lose your balance. You smile in thanks, slipping your hand into his.

“Come on,” you whisper.

You lead him out of the bathroom, and out of the club entirely.

If there’s one thing Ben won’t miss about Miami, it’s the cocksucking motherfucking traffic.

It’s backed up for a mile cross the bridge leaving Miami Beach, and even heading to the island is a narrow two-lane bridge packed with cars.

It’s almost midnight, for Christ’s sake!

Once again, your music is playing in the car speakers, though this time at least it’s at a moderate volume.

You notice him tapping the wheel with two fingers. The same fingers that made you come twice in under ten minutes. You shifted in your seat, your thighs subtly rubbing together. Ben is too annoyed staring out at the traffic not moving in front of him to notice you eying him. You’d had an idea of where to go next in order to give you two some privacy, but you figure now is as good a time as any to make good on a promise.

You unclip your seatbelt and finally earn Ben’s attention with furrowed brows. He watches you bite your lip, the briefest hesitance before your smile peeks through. You turn up the radio, a little Bruno Mars giving some perfect mood music.

Then you’re leaning over to unbuckle his seatbelt as well. It’s in the way of his actual belt, which you work open with slow movements.

Ben’s smirk overtakes his face.

“What’cha doing, sweetheart?” he asks, despite knowing full well.

He spreads his muscles thighs a bit wider to make room for you while you unzip his slacks and slip your hand past the band of his boxer briefs. His eyes darken when you get a full hand of him and pull him free.

“Just thought this ride needed a little more entertainment,” you tease, swirling your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock. Already it was swollen and weeping for you. You lower down and licked up the salty beads, smiling when he swears. He shifts against the seat.

“Just don’t crash my fucking car,” you say, just before you take his cock into your mouth. It takes some work to get him all the way down. It’s not just the length, but the girth that you can barely wrap your whole hand around. You suck just the tip first, literally just getting a taste for him. You salivate around him, not just because the guttural sounds he’s making turn you on, but because it lets you slip your way down his cock easier.

Eventually he hits the back of your throat, making tears spring to your eyes. But you take your time and breathe through it, starting again at a faster pace. The tempo of the song works perfectly.

His grunts and heavier breathing, along with his hand falling into your hair and clenching tight let you know how well you’re doing. You begin to quicken your pace, sucking him hard and sloppy.

“Fuck—” he groans. His hips buck into your mouth on reflex and make you choke. You slip halfway off of him as you cough.

“Aw, shit,” he grunts. He forces his fingers to relax in your hair. “You’re good. You got it.”

You squeeze his thigh in retaliation, but you can’t help but choke out a laugh.

“Maybe try not to kill me with your cock, okay?” you reply.

He smirks. “There are worse ways to fucking go.”

“You would say that shit,” you roll your eyes. But you’re serious about what you’re doing, and you take him more firmly into your hands. You work him back up with slow, sensuous strokes before you grace him with your talented mouth again. By the time Ben’s able to drive away from Miami Beach, he’s narrowly avoided causing two fender benders and sending a bicyclist over the fucking bridge.

But you finally sit back in your seat, catching your breath and wiping the remnants of his spend from the corner of your lips. He eyes you, now more relaxed and amused while catching his breath. You wear a self-satisfied smile of your own.

“Ooh, park here! Hurry before someone takes it!” you point out a parking spot in excitement. Ben has circled the packed, narrow parking lot three times, but you’re here. You’ve led him to Bayside, the downtown area in the mainland.

There you take his hand and lead him to the outdoor music venue. A Latin band is playing tonight, and a trio of trumpets joins the melody of an enthusiastic pianist and the rhythmic beat of conga drums. 

It’s much more relaxed and not so overwhelmingly loud as the nightclub, even though there’s just as many people. Bayside is also just a big string of kiosks and outdoor vendors.

Ben buys you ice cream, raising a brow, but not commenting at your three giant scoops. You don’t play when it comes to ice cream, you tell him. 

Though he’s amused when you give yourself brain freeze, as well an ice cream mustache. He kisses it off the corner of your mouth with a quick swirl of his tongue. You blink up at him, laughing a little like you can’t believe he just did that.

Ben smirks and pulls you in by your waist, there in the middle of tourists and locals alike, shopping and eating and talking and laughing. Ben bows his head to claim your lips with his own. He tastes rum raisin and coconut on your tongue, and you taste rich Rocky Road on his. 

After a while, you break away slightly to rest your forehead against his. His heart gallops under your palm.

“What’re we doing?” you whisper.

“Making tonight count,” he says, slowly smirking. “As many times as we fucking can.”

The band on stage shifts into the next song—a more sensuous bachata.

Biting your lip, you toss your empty ice cream cup in the trash and return to Ben, grabbing his hand.

“Dance with me then,” you ask him. You implore him with your eyes.

He takes a breath, but he nods and allows you to guide him closer to the band. You stop on the edge of the bigger cluster of people dancing, keeping on the outskirts.

“Remember what Mamá taught you this morning?” you say, guiding his hand to your waist and the other in your hand. “There, just like that.”

You start slow, even slower than the music itself. It takes a bit of time for Ben to relax, but when he does, it’s because he’s finally remembering the steps he learned. He leads more often than you do, even if he does get distracted by that freeing look in your eyes, and the sway of your hips.

When the music slows, so does Ben. He holds you closer and moves in a simple two-step. Your gaze meets his for a moment. That silence between you is charged with things that won’t be said.

It’s near two in the morning when Ben pulls the car into the driveway of Sofia’s house. As much as you would like to continue this strange new world between you two, you feel like you’re adrift at sea, lost in the swell of his tide, and everything you didn’t want to feel rising to the surface.

“So, this has been fun, but…” You take a breath. “Ben, are you really leaving, or not? Be honest with me, what are we doing here? Are we just fucking around or…”

After after tonight, is that really all this is? What does he want from you? 

Ben hesitates, but he tucks a few stray curls behind your ear, even though most of them don’t obey him.

“Come with me,” he says eventually. “We can make it a vacation for two.”

You’re surprised by his offer. Your insides flutter, but the hard reality checks back in. 

“Ben—”

“Just think about it,” he says, looking away. His gaze casts to the throng of people, dancing, eating, laughing, living. The difference between him and them, is that Ben knows he’s on borrowed time. “You don’t have to decide right now.”

For a moment, you actually do consider it. You shake your head though.

“Ben, I can’t. My family’s here. My life is here,” you say.

His eyes begin to dim. Then, he frowns.

“What life?” he says. “You’ve got no fucking job, and you’re moving back in with your grandmother. You’ve got even less going for you here than I do.”

You gape at him. Your disbelief turns to anger, but you leave the car without a word—just a huff of exasperation.

Ben shuts off the car and follows after you just as steamed up, even as he watches the sway of your hips in that dress when you walk. You stop abruptly on the walkup to the door, and you spin around on those impressive heels.

“You know what? You’re right. I am a hot fucking mess,” you snap. The beginnings of tears well up in your eyes, halting him where he stands. “But you know what? The difference is I have a family to hold me down until I figure it out.”

You gesture at him widely with both hands. 

“But you…you don’t even know the meaning of the word. Family. Lover. Friend. You don’t have a fucking clue!”

Ben’s face tightens into a glare, but his reaction only spurs you on.

“Yeah, that’s right,” you spit. “You don’t have anything or anyone. If you did, maybe you wouldn’t have spent 40 years on ice, and maybe you wouldn’t have needed me to hide your ass like a fucking refugee.” 

He grabs your hand when you try to walk away from him, and he forces you to turn around. You find yourself staring up into his darkened eyes.

“I’ve warned you about that fucking mouth of yours,” he growls.

You scoff in his face. “I think we both know what you think of my mouth.” 

With that, you rip your hand out of his grip. He actually allows you to do it, which surprises both of you. 

You turn on your heel and walk into the house, leaving him to brood for a while. God knows he’s good at that.

You enter the house as quietly as you can. You realize just how loud you were being outside, but hopefully you didn’t wake up your grandma.

You find her passed out and snoring on the living room couch while the TV blares. Your smile of amusement lightens you from the stress in your crunched brows. You go to her and fix the throw blanket she’s half-covered herself with, making sure it covers her feet, up to her shoulders. She’s a plump lady who gives the best hugs, but she’s short. The blanket covers her just right when you settle it the right way.

You grab the remote and turn the TV down by half the volume. She must have taken her hearing aids out.

Hearing Ben’s clomping steps behind you though, you still turn to shush him over your shoulder. Ben rolls his eyes, but otherwise ignores you. The two of you part ways into your respective bedrooms. 

It’s not the way you thought this night would end, but maybe it’s for the best. You slip out of your heels and take off your hoop earrings while the entire night goes through your head again. The club, his near meltdown at the club, and the way you successfully distracted him…

So fucking annoying, you think, when you picture his stubborn, arrogant face.

But then, you remember his hands on your body, and his rich, sinful voice in your ear.

You think you paid him back pretty well though. It gets you hot again just thinking about the sounds he made, his hand clenching in your hair. He’d had to grip the headrest of your seat to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you, digging his strong fingers into the plush foam. You couldn’t help but relive how satisfied it made you to get those reactions out of him, but also, just how he’d unraveled you with a practiced hand. 

You don’t regret anything you said, but…maybe it’s okay to let yourself want him.

Just for tonight. 

You leave your room, closing it behind you. You pad across the hall on bare feet and knock lightly on his door. You know his hearing is sharp enough to have heard it.

A few short moments later, he opens the door and regards you with nonchalance. There’s a gleam of curiosity in his eyes, though. 

“Can I come in?” you ask.

His bows furrow. “What, here to chap my ass some more?”

To your surprise, however, he actually lets you in. You smile slightly at his wording, but you go to him. You’re not sure what he sees when he looks at you, but you don’t try to hide what you feel, or what you want when you look up at him. 

“Look, I don’t wanna fight anymore,” you say. Hesitantly, you reach out a hand and touch his chest, still warm through his shirt. Again, you’re reminded of what happened in the club, and all the scars he tries to hide.

“So what is it that you want?” Ben asks, but, his tone has a shade less sharpness in it.

“I want to make tonight count,” you say, looking up at him through your lashes. Your hands slide up his arms and squeeze tight on his biceps. “I want you to touch me, and make me come until I can't remember my fucking name.” 

You whisper the words against his chest, pressing a kiss there. 

“Let me feel you too, and I’ll help you let go for a while,” you promise. 

Ben’s hands slip around your waist. His eyes darken with a desire that never truly left. He bows his head to begin, but you hold a finger to his lips. 

“But then, I need you to make a decision,” you say. “If you stay, you stay, and we can figure out how to get your life back. Both of our lives back.” You pause, just to heave a shaky sigh. “But if that’s not what you want, then you have to go. You leave in the morning, and you don’t come back, because I can’t take this shit anymore—”

Ben kisses you hard, cutting off your words. He drags you tighter into his embrace and turns you around, guiding you onto his bed. Your head falls against the pillows with a huff.

His body comes in to cage you, but you welcome his weight as he wraps his arms around you. You kiss him back more fervently, and there’s an underlying desperation here. You just don’t know if it’s yours, or his. 

You help him yank his shirt off, ripping buttons as you go. You finally get to feel his warm, bare skin and kiss wherever your hands explore. His fingers tangle into your hair, in a way he seems to like doing. He yanks your face up to his for a ravaging kiss, all teeth and tongue and sloppy wet. 

“Ben, wait,” you pant for breath. You hold his face in your hands. “Just…please, don’t break me.”

Ben pauses, blinking down at you with kiss-swollen lips. 

He has a moment of gentleness, sweeping his thumb across your cheek. His lips curve into a grin. 

“Don’t you fucking worry, Chiquita. I’m about to take good care of you.”

AN: 😘 The best is yet to come (lol)...

Next Time:

In the morning, you wake to a firm chest beneath your cheek. The fuzz of his chest hair makes your nose wrinkle.

You move over a little, so you can bury your face into his neck instead. You stretch yourself out long, before sinking boneless against him. He chuckles deeply, sinking his fingers in your wild hair that tickles his cheek and his neck.

“Well, good morning,” he says, his voice rasping with sleep and heady in its meaning. 

You hum in contentment. You begin to press small, lazy kisses under his jaw, down his neck. He cups your cheek with his large hand and guides you back, so he can see your face and greet you properly. 

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[leafypaws1891]

Johnny chibi inspired by this JJBA baby romper

(More info under cut ⭐️)

Has anybody seen these before?? Srry if this is common knowledge that everybody knows about but I’VE never seen these before… and srry if nobody else cares but I love finding obscure merch of my favs

Apparently In 2013 Bandai released a series of baby clothes inspired by jojo characters and stands.

This includes a rompers and bibs based off of Jotaro, DIO, Iggy, Bucciarati, Johnny, and Gappy.

There were also just bibs inspired by Harvest, Pearl Jam, Killer Queen, Sex Pistols #5, and King Crimson

Here are all of the photos:

I don’t know what Iggy, Gappy and Bruno’s bibs are saying…… DIO and Jotaro’s are just their stand cries I think, and I’m pretty sure Johnny’s is saying something like “this is the story of how I learned to walk” (which is fitting for a baby I guess) anybody feel free to correct me if I’m wrong!

I would honestly pay some good money for the Johnny romper just so I could dress up some of my larger plushies, but I’ve never heard of this line of merch before and I couldn’t find any eBay listings so my chances might not be too good 😔

I think all of the soft colors that they used are really cute and nice to look at. I really love Gappy’s romper, I wouldn’t be mad if they used them for his anime colors…

Anyways, do what you will with this info, I just wanted to yap and share my findings with others! 🩵⭐️

(All images except for my drawing were taken off of the Jojo wiki)

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(ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 I’m not sure if I’ll have time to draw something pride related within the month but we’ll see…)

[pinkiepuunk]

Punch Out Sibling Headcanons!

Further headcanons under the cut 👇👇👇

TW for descriptions of death, fatal accidents, and (fictional) missing people.

Only Children🖤

Glass Joe

Piston Honda

Bald Bull 

Super Macho Man

Little Mac 

Bob Charlie

Dragon Chan

Hoy Quarlow

1 Sibling❤️

Von Kaiser: Had an older brother named Ludwig but he died of pneumonia when he was 25.

Bear Hugger: Has a younger 29-year-old brother named Benjamin.

Soda Popinski: Had a younger brother named Sergei, but he drowned when he was 10.

Gabby Jay: Has a younger 53-year-old brother named Édouard who is also Joe’s father, but he went missing 30 years ago.

Heike Kagero: Has a younger 6-year-old sister named Miyuki. 

Mad Clown: Has an older 35-year-old brother named Giovanni.

Narcis Prince: Has a slightly younger twin sister named Caterina.

Rick & Nick Bruiser: Nick is 36, Rick is 26, and they don’t have any other siblings.

2 Siblings 💛

Disco Kid: Has a younger 17-year-old brother named Kaleb and a younger 14-year-old sister named Aaliyah.

Great Tiger: Has an older 34-year-old brother named Kalidas and a younger 24-year-old sister named Priti.

Don Flamenco: Has two older 26-year-old twin sisters named Bianca and Isabela.

Mr Sandman: Has a younger 29-year-old half-brother named James and a younger 27-year-old half-sister named Marilyn. 

Doc Louis: Had an older brother named Abraham who died in a motorcycle accident when he was 38. Has a younger 46-year-old sister named Toni.

Piston Hurricane: Has a younger 22-year-old sister named Vivian and another younger 20-year-old sister named Luna.

3 Siblings 💚

King Hippo: Has three younger "heirs to his throne”, no one knows their names or ages.

Pete Zapasta (Pizza Pasta): Has an older 40-year-old sister named Alessandra, an older 37-year-old brother named Bruno, and a younger 30-year-old brother named Dante.

4 Siblings💙

Masked Muscle: Has an older 33-year-old brother named Enrique, an older 31-year-old sister named Daniela, a younger 27-year-old brother named Mateo, and a younger 25-year-old sister named Marisol.

5 Siblings💜

Aran Ryan: Has an older 25-year-old brother named Conor, a slightly older twin sister named Ashling, a younger 18-year-old brother named Rowan, a younger 15-year-old named Liam, and a younger 9-year-old sister named Evelyn.

[fastafeijoa]

hiyaaa, I just wanted to start off with how much I LOVE seeing you and your wife’s designs for poppy playtime!! Seriously very good job and tell your wife I said hi! Hi to you too! You really admire me to try out digital art again, since I haven’t really tried it out. Although as a Bruno White/ Doctor white lover, do you or your wife have any head cannons for him? Thank you if you do end up sharing them!! Have a good day/evening/night! love from Türkiye🇹🇷‼️‼️❤️❤️❤️

Hi!!! Thank you so much!qwwq💜💜💜 Have a good day/evening/night too!!!!

I'm really happy we inspire you!! It's really a huge compliment, I wish you lots of luck!!! Don't be afraid of trying and have fun :з

Also my wife has already posted some White headcanons here but you can ask her directly if you want more, it'll be more handy to answer that way!

And these are my White headcanons! (and a sneak peek at something I'm working on to show what he looks like cuz I only posted him once lol)

•Has some strange feelings towards Sawyer that resemble a crush but aren't exactly that in the traditional sense of the word. He likes him the way one likes a media character, a type, a piece of art, but not a person. In White's case the slight anxiety many tend to feel in Sawyer's presence mixes with something pleasant and soft, yet he doesn't really care of Sawyer's interests and likes nor does he thrive to be closer to him.

White just accepts these feelings as they are, not thinking much about them and not talking about them to anyone.

•Autistic. His autism is very much different from Sawyer's though so instead of getting along better they have troubles communicating and understanding each other's emotions which leaves Sawyer frustrated and White anxious.

•Has light-sensitive eyes (hence the really small pupils most of the time). Wears sunglasses when outside and prefers to work in semi-darkness.

•Undergoes a lot of social pressure and is really sensitive to it. He used to dye his hair when he was younger but stopped because of societal expectations from someone of his status and age. And that's how it goes with almost everything. Against his own will he succumbs to others' beliefs and views pretty easily, probably due to his deep inner fear of not fitting in, which results from his autism.

•His attempts at socialising can be chaotic. He tries to use his sense of humour and it works sometimes, but other times it only makes the situation worse. Like it did when he tried to make a joke about the "one bad day" and Sawyer saw it as a jab while it was merely an attempt to melt the ice.

•It's hard to explain but I kinda see my White as a never-to-be evil scientist's henchman. Like he was supposed to become something else but couldn't. A trope that never happened. If he was less afraid of societal expectations and more free to be the true himself, he could've been a different person and much closer to Sawyer. Sawyer feels it, hence why he seems to be closer to White than to other colleagues, circling around him as if trying to get something from him but never saying what exactly. He sees glimpses of White's true personality and is therefore often irritated with him seemingly for no reason (not even Sawyer really understands why) but actually because he sees that White could've been a different person and he would've liked that person much more.

[cowboyfatgum]

Music headcanons for the brothers. Also playlists!

✨️Random Disclamer✨️: if any of the artists I list have been problematic in some way or another I can guarantee that I've never heard about it because I don't really look into artists personal lives like that, BUT I'm not saying I support whatever they did, thank you and enjoy the headcanons

Lucifer: This man right here listens to the Hamilton soundtrack but arron burr is his favorite character. Also the greatest showman soundtrack<3

Mammon: Favorite artist of all time would have to be Bruno Mars also listens to rap and R&B music and ke$ha when he's with asmo and feeling a little girly pop<3

Levi: A bunch of songs from video games, songs that were fan made because of video games, vocoloid, anime music, He's also a big fan of AJR and Bo Burnham<3

Satan: Big big big theater fan right here. Favorite musicical would have to be hamilton. And hamilton would be his favorite character. There would be days where Satan would force the brothers to act out musicals with him. Another Bo Burnham fan as well<3

Asmo: Big Ariana, Melanie,Doja, Cardi, and Megan girlie! But by far his favorite artist is Nicki Minaj<3

Beel: mostly songs about food and eating, he's a simple man with simple needs. but he also listens to belphie’s songs<3

Belphie: Music box versions of songs, but I also really like the idea of him listening to really loud music like rock or dubstep. He even got in trouble with lucifer once because his music was so loud, and he listens to Beel's songs<3

[sunsetcarnation264]

I figured it's best to have a proper introduction post.

Hi! I'm an artist, writer, and editor. I really love underrated and obscure animation, believing they deserve more love than they already have! I love animation overall, but underrated ones tend to get my attention more. My DMs and inbox are always open, so if you wanna send something go ahead! I apologize in advance for my social awkwardness.

I'm a proshipper (for those who don't know or are misinformed, it means: ship and let ship, anti harassment and bullying, and anti censorship. Bullying is NEVER okay and we don't support that here) so if you don't like that, you can block me. Every proshipper is welcome, whether you ship something or not, whether you like darker content or not!

I post and reblog about: shipcest, age gaps, and overall toxic ships. They're all tagged properly so if there's a ship that makes you uncomfortable, blacklist the tags listed in my Carrd in the ship section! Nothing mentioned here is supported in real life, it's all in the realm of fiction where nobody gets hurt.

NSFW things will be tagged as NSFW and suggestive, but most spicy things will be on AO3 and my Twitter/BlueSky. Minors and people who are uncomfortable with that, blacklist the NSFW tag.

[Current hyperfixations: Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go! and Professor Layton]

[F/O list is in Carrd. If you can't view it, then you can look at the list below! I'm sharing with all of them]

Entrapta (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) [Tag: Engineering Princess 💜🛠]

Double Trouble (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) [Tag: Theatrical Shapeshifter 💚🎭]

Julia (Animal Crossing) [Tag: Beauty Queen 🦚👑] [Ship name: Juliabelle]

Kyoko Kirigiri (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc) [Tag: Mysterious Detective 💜🔎🧤]

Chiaki Nanami (Danganronopa 2: Goodbye Despair) (Queerplatonic F/O) [Tag: Narcoleptic Gamer 💜🎮💤]

The Conductor (A Hat In Time) (Queerplatonic F/O) [Tag: Stabby Owl Director 💛🔪🎬🚂]

Marcy Wu (Amphibia) (S/I being her age and canon post-series age) [Tag: Clumsy Nerd 🎮🎲🏹] [Ship name: Marbelle]

Futaba Sakura (Persona 5) [Tag: Digital Thief 💚💻🌐🎮]

Coco Bandicoot (Crash Bandicoot) [Tag: Tech-savvy Marsupial 💛💻🌴] [Ship name: CocoBelle]

Foxy (Harvest Town) [Tag: Mischievous Mystery 🤍❤️🦊]

Asui Tsuyu/Froppy (My Hero Academia) [Tag: Rainy Amphibian 💚🐸🌧]

Randy Cunningham (Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja) (Queerplatonic F/O. S/I being his age and aged-up) [Tag: Raspberry Ninja 🖤❤️🥷🏻💣] [Ship name: AnnaRandy]

Arcee (Transformers Prime) (Queerplatonic F/O) [Tag: Motorcycle Soldier 💙🏍🤖]

Bumblebee (Transformers) (Queerplatonic F/O) [Tag: Little Static 🐝🤖] Luisa Madrigal (Encanto) [Tag: Overworking Sweetheart 💙🤍💪🏼] [Ship name: AnnaLuisa]

Bruno Madrigal (Encanto) (Queerplatonic F/O) [Tag: Rat King 💚⏳🐀] [Ship name: Brunabelle]

Shank (Wreck-It-Ralph: Ralph Breaks The Internet) [Tag: Badass Racer 🖤🏎🎮]

Sage (Sonic The Hedgehog; Sonic Frontiers) (Familial and Romantic F/O) [Tag: Digital Gardenia 🤍❤️🖤🌸] [Ship name: SageBelle]

Commander Apetrully (Hero: 108) (Queerplatonic F/O) [Tumblr tag: White Flame 🤍❤️🔥] [Ship name: Annatrully]

Eri (My Hero Academia) (Familial F/O) [Tag: Little Horn 💙🍎⏳️]

Nico Robin (One Piece) [Tag: Lonely Archeologist 🌸📜☠️] [Ship name: RobinAme]

Jimbei (One Piece) (Queerplatonic F/O) [Tag: Ocean Fishman 🦈🌊☠️] [Ship name: AmeJimbei]

Winn (The Art of Murder) [Tag: Cupcake Bear 💙🤍🧁🐻] [Ship name: Winnabelle]

Issho | Fujitora (One Piece) (Queerplatonic F/O) [Tag: Honorable Admiral 🎲⚔️⚓] [Ship name: FujiAme]

Luke Triton (Professor Layton) (Familial F/O) [Tag: Proper Assistant 💙📚🐾🧢]

Clark Triton (Professor Layton) (Familial F/O) [Tag: Doting Family Man🍷👔🐾📜]

Flora Reinhold (Professor Layton) [Tag: Mitt Gyllene Äpple 🧡🎀🍎🛠] [Ship name: Florabelle]

Samantha Strong (Beneath The Trees Where Nobody Sees) (Familial and Romantic F/O) [Tag: Neat Severer 🩸🔨🐻] [Ship name: SamBelle]

[snarky-wittgenstein]

Happy Pride!

it's been a while since I've done a headcanons post so here's some of my own sexuality headcanons for some Royal Tutor characters that I've been thinking of sharing for a while

🌈👑🌈👑🌈👑🌈

❤️Licht❤️

Hetero or possibly comphet. He's always bragging about being popular with the ladies but as the series goes on there's really not much to back up this claim. I once saw a headcanon that he might have had a little bit of a crush on Maximilian from back when they were living in town. It's not a headcanon I share but I thought that was interesting

🧡Leonhard🧡

I don't know and he probably also doesn't know. Maybe he'll figure it out one day, but it's not important to him right now. He'll like who he likes, it doesn't matter as long as they get along and can have fun together. If I were to give a label I think aromantic pan demisexual could fit

💛Bruno💛

Similar to Leonhard, I don't know and I think he has not stopped to consider it because he's too occupied with other things. He'll probably like someone who shares his academic interests, and he probably thinks it's a given that he'd marry a princess for practical diplomatic reasons. I like the idea of him developing some sort of relationship with Smerdyakov but I'm not sure how old he is so I haven't given it much thought. I'm not sure if sapiosexual (or sapioromantic??) is an ok thing to call him, so if I were to give a label I like greyromantic demisexual

💚Kai💚

Aroace with strong aesthetic and sensual attraction to any gender. I'm not sure if this makes him very compatible with Beatrix's expectations (and I think she also might be comphet) but I think they would be quite understanding of each other and able to work something out

🩵Eins🩵 (WARNING spoilers for vol. 15!!)

I think he also hasn't given it much thought because he's always just assumed he would marry a princess and that's the set path for him in life. But Princess Matilda meant a lot to him after he got to know her, so I think he could be demi hetero

💙Ernst💙

Definitely definitely gay for Eins I could almost say this is canon and the tragedy is delicious

💜Herr Mitter-Meyer (aka Felix Sommer)💜

I find it funny to think what if he was straight and just has no time to date, but I also like to think that he and his bartender/manager friend Herman Koenig have something going on, and he did seem very focused on Viktor's looks the first time they met. Actually I have no headcanons for this I just wanted to put this here

🩷Viktor🩷

Biromantic and possibly also bisexual

♥️Heine♥️

Demiromantic gay ace (possibly greysexual) with strong aesthetic attraction regardless of gender. Maybe this isn't super related but I also headcanon that his favourite thing to read during his free time is girl-meets-guy romance novels varying from the cheesy type to Jane Austen. I also like the idea that he's trans but I'm not sure if I would call it a headcanon for me

👑🌈👑🌈👑🌈👑

These are just my headcanons for fiction, based on what I can remember about the characters right now and I feel like I've forgotten a lot, so they can change any time and for any reason, and also sometimes I have multiple different headcanons existing at the same time

I'm probably also projecting somewhat and I'm not super well versed in all the ways we can identify, so I'm curious to know if anyone else also shares these headcanons. I've seen some pretty nice ones out there, let me know what's yours!

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Part 2 of Marvel comics characters list:

Cloud 9 (Abigail "Abby" Boylen)

Kid Kaiju (Kei Kawade:a boy and his monsters)

Ziggy pig and silly seal

Howard the duck

Aero (Lei Ling)

Jubilee

American Kaiju (Todd Ziller)

Somnus (Carl Valentino)

Amulet (Fadi Fadlalah)

Nightmask (Adam Blackwell)

Ghost rider (Robbie Reyes)

Synch (Everett Thomas)

Misty Knight (Mercedes)

Dazzer

Lionheart (Kelsey Leigh Kirkland)

Gwenpool(Gwendolyn "Gwen" Poole)

Moon Girl(Lunella Lafayette)

Devil Dinosaur

Blue Marvel (Adam Brasher)

Jack of Hearts (Jack Hart)

Dust (Soorya Qadir)

Shang-chi

Elixir (Joshua Foley)

Kid Omega (Quentin Quire)

Legion (David Haller)

Speedball (Robbie Brown)

Silhouette

Ultraman

Justice

Night thrasher

Firestar

The Unstoppable Wasp(Nadia Van Dyne)

Armor (Hisako Ichiki)

Hurricane (Makoto)

Charade (Chloe)

Codec(Adi)

Twister(Bruno)

Diana Soar

Cloak(Tyrone Johnson)

Dagger(Tandy Bowen)

Vin Vision

Virginia Vision

Ant-man(Scott Lang)

Skin (Angelo Espinosa)

Husk

Broo

Eye Boy(Trevor Hawkins)

Moon Knight

Gentle(Nezhno Abidemi)

Prodigy(David Alleyne)

Danger

Pixie

Singularity

Captain Universe

Squid Boy(Samuel Paré)

Jocasta

Echo(Maya López)

Destiny(Irene Adler)

Iron Fist(Danny Rand)

White Tiger(Ava Ayala)

Power Man(Victor Alvraez)

Nova(Sam Alexander)

Luke Cage

Transonic(Laurie Tromette)

Snowguard(Amka Aliyak)

Sky(Kaila)

Martinez T,Naga

Vance Astrovik

Captain Charlie-27

Manon and Maxime

Idie Okonkwo

Surge(Noriko)

Triage(Chris Muse)

Anole

Wind Dancer(Sofia Mantega)

Magma(Amara Aquilla)

Bombshell(Lana Baumgartner)

Locust(Fernanda Rodriguez)

Pinpoint(Qureshi Gupta)

Domino

Shaman(Dr. Michael Twoyoungmen)

Alloy(Ramone Watts)

Giant-Man(Raz Malhotra)

Moondragon

Gorgeous George

Wiz Kid

Quicksilver

Scarlet Witch

Toad(Todd Talonsky)

Blob

Avalanche

Pyro

Sabertooth

Wave

Tempo

Jo-venn

N'kalla

Lila Rhodes

Priya Aggarwal

Xavin

Red Widow(Ava Orlova)

Ying Liu

Demolition man

Elsa Bloodstone

Stingray

Fantomex

Captain Ultra

This is the last part of the marvel comics characters list, I'll let you know if there are any other characters I overlooked

Take your time and Happy writing❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Awesome!☺️ Thank you again for going out of your way to put together these lists. You’ve definitely brought some new characters to my attention that I’m excited to look more into and write for at some point.

[xaharadesert]

Favourite Songs/Music Headcanons

Arcana Characters (Main 6)

A/N: another for @rotten-alex! Admittedly I’m probably the last person one should ever ask for music recommendations, so this’ll probably be pretty odd :) please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes! Requests are open!

Also, all set in modern day!

❤️Julian❤️

He really likes Panic! at the Disco, but he feels really conflicted about it after learning about what Brendon Urie did

He actually has a really unfortunate habit of finding and enjoying the music of people who later turn out to be awful (it’s honestly really sad to see him find something he really likes, only to abandon it and feel heartbroken when he hears about the allegations— he doesn’t want to support bad people)

Lately he’s been listening to AJR

His music taste is kind of all over the place, so while they’re not his favourite, they feel like a safe option that he can mostly enjoy

🧡Portia🧡

Big fan of Disney songs

I mean, have you listened to “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”?

Also a big fan of Marina and the Diamonds (she wants to embody the same kind of energy)

Prefers upbeat songs she can dance to

The only exception is Mother Mother, which she blames on Julian because he was the one who introduced her to them

💛Lucio💛

He’s the one who listens to all the SoundCloud rappers that nobody else will

Is the music bad? Yes

But he’s also responsible for lots of new rappers having the motivation to continue, so you can’t really hate him too much for it

Also listens to Marina and the Diamonds because he has some taste

💚Muriel💚

He doesn’t really listen to music that often

He likes musicals, though, because he enjoys the stories that go alone with them

Especially Dear Evan Hansen, Wicked, The Raven Locks, and Death Note for some odd reason

Also finds a lot of his favourite songs through TikTok audios

This was how he was introduced to all the FNaF fan songs

He’s addicted now

💙Asra💙

Cosmo Sheldrake is pretty much the only singer he’ll listen to

And occasionally Cody Fry

The rest is just music, no songs

Big fan of anime and video game osts

Although the show wasn’t his favourite (which it should be, it’s amazing), he’s especially fond of the Violet Evergarden soundtrack

💜Nadia💜

Classical music is what she publicly listens to

She’s actually rather fond of it, but it’s not her favourite

Listens to the Birds of Prey (Harley Quinn) soundtrack on repeat in private

Also Marina and the Diamonds

[acewithapaintbrush]

Please help❤️💚💜💙

Remember the one-shots I wrote where Pepa and Julieta take care of a concussed Bruno respectively?

I wanna write a companion piece for that where Bruno this time has to take care of his sisters and then upload them all on ao3 together.

My first idea was a 2+1 kinda thing where Pepa and Julieta get a concussion at the same time and he will have to take care of them both at the same time but I'm drawing a blank how that could realistically happen. In what situation could two grown woman get concussed at the same time?

Do you all have any ideas?

Alternately I'd just write one chapter for each sister. So any ideas for that would be also very much appreciated (have you ever got a concussion, maybe in a funny/super weird way?)

[pansy-chic27213]

Sanders Sides Encanto AU

Basically, this is just how I would cast everybody. I’m basing this more on personality and the Sides’ current struggles, rather than aesthetic or Gifts.

I would love to hear your thoughts; do you agree? Disagree?

🖤 Logan as Julieta

Both of these characters are the caregivers of the family. Logan’s role would be very similar - more along the lines of fixing things. He’s the one that people turn to for most solutions to their problems, but it’s a lot of stress to always come up with the perfect answer.

💙 Patton as Pepa

I feel like this one’s a little more obvious because they both have to do with emotions. I would even give Patton the same Gift, of having his emotions affect the weather. Instead of being told to keep things sunny, he does that to himself, out of guilt.

❤️ Roman as Luisa

Like Luisa, Roman feels that he needs to always be strong and protect his family. Further, he also struggles with insecurity and how he can be of worth if he’s not helping his family. An extra layer of angst for this AU would be that, because of how much the family relies on his strength to do chores and stuff, he rarely has time to pursue his creative passions.

💛 Janus as Isabela

This one may seem odd, but Isabela spends most of the movie lying about how she feels. She pretends to be perfect and to want to marry Mariano. Likewise, I think Janus would represent this two-faced dilemma. He acts as the perfect face of the family, and so he can never truly express his more mischievous desires. In this AU, I would have Janus have Camilo’s gift of shapeshifting, because I think that would be really interesting to explore.

💚 Remus as Bruno

Misunderstood Rat Man? Says things that people don’t want to hear? Has some odd habits? Spends most of his time hiding away/being shunned? 👀

I would still want Remus to have Bruno’s Gift of prophecy, but I think the AU would take more of the angle that constantly seeing negative visions slowly drove him a little crazy, which was worsened by his family’s rejection of him. With some love and positivity, some of his more negative habits would fade away.

💜 Virgil as Mirabel

At first, Virgil doesn’t seem to have a gift. He just seems like this negative force that makes things worse all the time. He’s the scapegoat that takes the blame for any mishaps in the family.

In reality, Virgil has a gift of seeing the truth. I don’t know if this would be a magical Gift from the miracle, or something he has learned. This gift is affected by his negative interpretation of things, but over the course of the story, he would learn how to see things for how they are and how to stand up for what’s right.

But if Virgil is Mirabel, then who is Thomas?

💖 Thomas as Abuela 😈

(The little evil face is me smirking, not me saying that Abuela is evil)

In Sanders Sides, Thomas questions himself and pushes himself to be a perfect “good person” and functional adult. He’s not intentionally hurting any of his Sides, but he does put a lot of pressure on them.

Likewise, Abuela has suffered serious trauma that she never had time to process and has been trying to prevent similar things from happening to her family. She builds up walls to protect those she loves, without realizes how those walls and restrictions spread the trauma to later generations.

This is why I would cast Thomas as the head of the house and have him unintentionally put pressure on each of the family members to be perfect. Over the course of the story, he starts to realize that what he’s been doing may be wrong, but the confrontation with Virgil gives him clarity and a more clear direction for how to be better and mend things in the family.

💕 Again, I’d love to hear your thoughts and ideas! I know that a lot of the family members got left out because there aren’t as many characters in Sanders Sides. Would you bring in some of Thomas’s other characters to fill those roles? I’m just really excited about this idea! 💓

[maladaptivedongdreamer]

hello hello!!! sending you 💖 and ❤️ for any jojo F/O of your choosing 😊 Go crazy I'm excited to hear your answers!!! 😍💖

AAAAAAH, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK 💜💙💚💜💙💚

❓My Main One (the one I am not comfortable mentioning); 💙Bruno; 💜 Abbacchio; 🍚 Risotto;🌺 Hot Pants

💖: favorite physical trait

❓I feel like they'd particularly appreciate Ombra's hair.

💙 Bruno would have a thing for my mouth and smile, definitely.

💜 I hc Abbacchio to be an ass man: butt and thighs, definitely.

🍚 The man has a size kink: he loves comparing hand sizes.

🌺 My queen HP loves Ombra's eyes: they often don't need to use words to comunicate, as a couple.

❤️: comfort

❓They would have no idea where to start, and probably Ombra wouldn't even speak to them. She'd try to hide her discomfort.

💙 Bruno would try to make Ombra her favorite food. He would be the most attentive, but also delicate. "You know I am here for you, when you're ready to talk. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you."

💜 Abbacchio would buy her her favorite booze. He knows that's the easiest way to get Ombra to speak. When the inevitabile crying starts, he just takes her in his arms and lets her take it all out. No need for words, unless he thinks he can actually say something meaningful.

🍚 See ❓, lol.

🌺 Hot Pants will support Ombra the best way she can, by trying to make things easier for her. She knows that it's not easy to make her open up, so she just makes sure that no one and nothing will bother Ombra until she gets better. HP tends to be more touchy without realizing: will hug her gf more frequently, play with her hair and caress her hands without even realizing.

[tick-tick-moo]

❤️ 💜 😭 🏳️‍🌈 🎼 🎲

Thank you for asking, Bee!

❤️ What is your current favorite musical?

Hmm Heights. Currently hyperfixating on Encanto but OBC Broadway Cast Recording/Performance of In The Heights doesn't look like it's gonna be dethroned anytime soon😆

💜 The musical that you keep going back and getting hyperfixated on?

Ooooh I have phases with quite a few. So far it seems to be seasons between Phantom, Hamilton, Les Mis, and a new musical that becomes the only thing I listen to for two weeks(rn it's Encanto). I can rely on getting hyperfixated on Hamilton for a solid few months though.

😭 A musical that makes you bawl every time?

Hm I cry a lot. Bawling, nothing held back, tears streaming down my face? Les Miserable. It's the most consistently sad musical I can think of. (Heights normally gets me crying by the end of the opening number, though, and then I'm just a sniffling mess for the rest of the experience, but those are for totally different reasons)

🏳️‍🌈 Favorite musical with gay/lgbtq+ representation?

Uuhhhh I'm actually not sure about this one. I'm still relatively new to musicals, still got all sorts of stuff to listen to(I mean, the best answer I can come up for this is the version of Heights that included Nina's brother, Lincoln, who was also in love with Benny). Any recommendations?

🎼 A song that ALWAYS gets stuck in your head every time you hear it?

Ooh I got a list for you for this one(my thoughts just take turns being replaced by the lyrics of the following songs):

We Don't Talk About Bruno, Non-Stop, 96,000, One Day More, Burn For You, Room Where It Happens, Swimming, Therapy, (and now for the non musical theater one) It's My Life, I'm Not Okay (I Promise), How Far We've Come, and Patria Y Vida.

🎲 Free space to rant about anything musical related :)

Okay so Dolores's part in We Don't Talk About Bruno is just to perfect, the quick and hushed tone BUT ADDITIONALLY the music itself is just so her, with this drum and constant low maraca-sounding thing that just adds to the whole vibe. The way you can tell each character from the music. Plus Bruno has this flute noise that plays when they say his name (outside of when they're saying the title of the song). anD ALL THESE MUSICAL ASPECTS COME TOGETHER AT THE END, the instrumental is just OUT of this world!!!!

Okay and the fact that they are all different melodies and beat but on the same, as LMM said, musical landscape and they manage to harmonize with each other???? Like??? WHO THINKS OF THAT!? HE WROTE THIS IN A WEEK, AND CAME UP WITH THE FIRST (full demo and everything) PIANO BITS IN LITERAL SECONDS!

And he started out as a sophomore writing a musical about his neighborhood, just wanting to write something that he would want to be in. The musical in question grew from a story of a love triangle told through 20 min musical with two songs to one of, arguably, the most influential and revolutionary musicals that, not just Broadway, but all of musical theater has ever seen. Fascinating.

hehe this got long but uh thank you for asking

[purplehoodiesimon]

@purplehoodiesimon, Good morning/afternoon/evening 😛 Is it possible for you to kindly screenshot this ask and reblog it onto the post, so people who were interested in it could see it? ❤️ Thanks!

Hi!

I'm the anon who write that "We Don't Talk About Bruno" parody, and I'm seeing a bunch of you reblogging it, and some of you want to actually sing it 🙈😁

Hahahaha! Go right ahead! And yes, fix whatever doesn't make sense, I know it wasn't perfect or anything, so if any of you guys have more musical understanding - fix away!

I wrote that in like, 15 minutes at 7:30am 🤭

Glad you guys found some entertainment out of it 💜🙃

1. Feel free to call me Kai!

2. Done!

3. It's a very good little parody and I love it. 💜💜💜

[anadorablekiwi]

6 and 14! 💚

-Sky Floor

Hi! 💜

#6: a character that's from my favorite movie

Bruno from Encanto 💚💚 I love himb

#14: a character that i must protect at all costs

*resists the strong urge to put the same character twice* uhh, Hyr- no he doesn’t need protection, Sk- no he doesn’t either, oh I know Perc- nope he definitely does Not need protection, uhhhhhhhh…… Oh Su- nope she doesn’t either, not at all 😂 Oh I know! Colin from Twilight Princess 🥺💜💖💚💞💙💗❤️

[1800dojaejung]

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Song stuck in your head: 34+35 remix - ariana grande ft. megan thee stallion & doja cat

Last movie you watched: his house. it was really good and very unexpected!

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What I’m currently wearing: sweatpants and a topp dogg t-shirt! it says jenissi on the back 🥺 i miss topp dogg and i miss him😭😭

Dream job: my dream is to NOT have a job lmao. but since we live in a capitalistic society and i need a job to survive, i’d love to do social media for a black woman owned tech business.

Dream trip: i don’t have a dream trip really, but my wife and i were supposed to go to japan for a late honeymoon last summer which obviously didn’t happen so i’ll say that trip!

Favorite food: tie between korean food, japanese food, and indian food

Nationally: blackity black

Favorite song: lmao there is no way i can name ONE. off the top of my head some of my faves are save me - bts, love maze - bts, nasa - ariana grande, and girls in the hood - megan thee stallion.

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