#hits especially hard when i know im going to be around people who made it very clear they wanted nothing to do with me a month or two ago

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hii! Hope you’re having a great day :D

I was thinking about Law with a tall male reader who looks very intimidating. everyone thinks that he is the top in the relationship but Law is the one who actually tops/? Like his s/o looks like a top but is actually a pillow princess. ;)

You can take this as a request or not if you want :3

Trafalgar D. Water Law x Tall male reader

Headcanons

Guten Abend everyone, still getting dragged over the studying coals, but fuck it we ball.

No outright smut in this one, mainly just focusing on their relationship since im exhausted, but I hope its still enjoyable.

In the One Piece universe, being tall can mean a lot of things. Being taller than Law just means you have to be somewhere over 6 ft 5, or taller, if that’s what you prefer. Being intimidating isn’t too hard either, especially if you are a fellow pirate.

Seeing you two together can be a little off-putting to the people around you, at least the ones that aren’t part of your crew, who know you two on a more personal level.

No one would dare to make assumptions in the beginning of a meeting, since Law already has quite the reputation, and either your scary aura or your own dangerous reputation makes people shut up. They might have ideas to themselves, but they wouldn’t verbalize it.

It probably comes up during an afterparty of some kind, after you guys have defeated the baddie of the week and you’re all kicking back. Since Law isn’t a big fan of drinking, you would end up being the one getting tipsy out of the two of you.

At some point during the night, Kidd or others who are more comfortable with you two, would start making jabs or ask questions, as one does when you get wasted. It becomes clear pretty damn quick though, that everyone thinks that Law is the one who bottoms.

Law isn’t the type to out your guy’s bedroom life, but I could still imagine him asking, in a bit of a tense tone, why they think that. That’s when you guys get the explanation from your allies and friends. But it all boils down to you being taller, bigger, scarier and with a stronger presence. So, it just made sense to them.

It gets a bit of a laugh from you, and you can tell from the tension in Laws jaw that it gets on his nerves, maybe even hurting his ego a little. But you also know your lover wouldn’t verbalize those thoughts, not wanting to admit something like an assumption of his bedroom role would hit him in any way.

When you guys get back to the polar tang, one would assume Law would drag you off to the bedroom to show you and him that your friends and allies’ assumptions were wrong. But Law is also a doctor, so he wouldn’t want to do such a thing when you’re drunk.

Instead, he gets some water in you, gets you something to eat, helps you get washed down if that’s what you need, and then the two of you conk out in bed, Law the big spoon even if you are taller. Hes like your tattooed backpack, if the height difference is big enough.

Law doesn’t end up making a move on you in the morning either if you suffer from hangovers, instead your lover would make sure you were alright, and get you something for the hangover if its bad enough. His ego may have been wounded a little, but he’s a respectful guy, especially to you as his lover.

That evening, or the day after though, you’re all his, not that you mind though. Seeing as all your crewmates are most likely still out partying or suffering from hangovers, you two have the polar tang all to yourself.

As you enjoy laying back and receiving pleasure without doing much in return, Law gets to do most of the work. He doesn’t need the same in return, as giving you pleasure is satisfying for him. Being in charge would feel quite nice for him, as it allows him to have an eye on the entire situation and what’s going on.

Law would definitely also use his devil fruit power when you guys are together, since it would make it easier for the both of you, and with his devil fruit he’s able to reach parts of you no one else can.

In the end, people you meet, and probably most of your friends and allies, think you are the top still, but Law wouldn’t mind too much after you show him that you don’t think lesser of him or let other people’s assumptions bother you or your relationship.

[grimmthorne]

"what if im someone i don't want around?" hits different now

[fictioonbanger]

race car driver eren<3!

warnings?; smut obvi, hint of jealousy.

speedracer!eren; who loves driving you around in his all black srt hellcat, has a personal “y/n’s seat” tag in pink glitter on the bottom side of the passenger seat. “baby you didn’t..” you looked back at eren who stood behind you with a huge smirk on his face staring down at you, waiting for your reaction. he was so proud in himself he knew you’d love it. you were hugging him tightly placing soft wet kisses onto his neck. “you like it pretty? got it in pink for ya..” he groaned from under his deep voice as you kissed his chin and adams apple. feeling the vibration of his voice he spoke on your lips as you smirked to look up at him. “mm it’s beautiful my love, i love it.“ you couldn’t help but feel so giddy at erens actions he loved you.. he loved you as much as he did his precious car.

speedracer!eren; who got in trouble with you for driving so fast after his racing match taking you both home, still pumped up on adrenaline. “eren you hit this corner hard so god help me.” you said sternly looking at him, you hated when he drove fast. eren would think your being over dramatic everytime you told him to slow down. to him he doesn’t think he’s going fast.. but i mean obviously is. “mm yeah beautiful.” he’d hum and stare at your pouted glossed lips giving them a long warm peck as he leaned over the arm rest to your seat. “no, im serious ren, ‘hate that shit.” you didn’t react to his kiss and still kept stern. “aight yea baby i heard you..’m sorry y’know i don’t mean to.” he placed another kiss on your pouted lips that you eventually gave into. you hated when he raced also, i mean at a point it was too much and everytime you’d watch and support him from the side line your stomach would bubble and ache. every hard turn he took, the tumbling of the other cars on the side of him from getting hit by another, the anticipation waiting to see your husband cross the finish line and seeing the green flag wave so highly. the relief and squeal you would let out seeing him catch first place.

speedracer!eren; who proposed to you after he won his first game 4 years ago, you’d been dating him before his racing career. supporting him all the way with every decision he made, being by his side in moments of need.. vice versa. you’re his high school sweetheart, you’re his day one. eren loved showing you off, letting everyone know you’re his, will forever be and only. he took you to car shows that everyone expected you to be at, having you in the car of course as he showed out to everyone. driving circles with his driver friends who were right behind him shouting from their cars to the other people in the circle crowd. you deep down had a little hatred for the shows, you hadn’t honestly realized how many women loved your man. screaming his name from the crowd, trying to walk up towards him for a autograph, batting their lashes at him to get his attention at his conferences. eren tried to act like he didn’t notice, he did, but he didn’t notice your attitude towards it.

speedracer!eren; “don’t act like you didn’t notice how close she was trying to get to you, not to mention she SAT her hand on your shoulder while laughing.” you huffed out to eren after the dinner with some friends and employees at the racing center while he was driving home. all he could do was chuckle, that’s all he ever did when you complained. you hated it , it was like eren never took you seriously. after your words you sat quiet in the car as he drove, nothing but the sound of the car revving. “why you bein so quiet?” eren turned his head towards you eyebrows furrowed scanning your every move as you sat there with crossed arms, looking out the window, your signature move. eren didn’t answer you for a reason, he didn’t understand why you were jealous. he never paid attention to anyone else, especially any other woman. why should you feel like someone could ever take your spot? he knew what you were feeling and your feelings were oh so understandable. he just couldn’t have you thinking like that, he sighed and drove the whole way silent. you’d occasionally glance at him gripping the wheel and starring ahead of him not saying a word.

speedracer!eren; who finally got you both home, opening the car door for you and walking behind you silently into your shared home. you sighed and rolled your eyes at his silence and dropped your purse onto the counter walking towards your shared room. you were stopped and taken aback a bit by the force that slightly shoved you into the wall. eren had you put between both him and the cold wall behind you looking down at your eyes. his green orbs piercing into your own, like he was scanning your face all over again for the first time. “r-ren? what’re you doing?!” you said in a confused and honestly irritated tone looking back up at him waiting for a answer. he didn’t reply just tilting his head and raising his eyebrow at the way you spoke to him. he didn’t like when you were mad at him, especially for something he didn’t do. it wasn’t intentional of letting the woman touch and flirt with him. he just ignored it and didn’t care like the usual, his attention was fully forged on you the entire time anyway. “who you talking to like that?” he was searching for a answer out of you. the scowl look on your face and you hurriedly crossing your arms made eren roll his eyes. he knew you were upset about the situation but what could he do? “you! ren! now move please..i need to get in the showe-“ eren scoffed hearing you speak, and grabbed your wrist before turning towards the room. you were so confused of the sudden movements but followed behind.

speedracer!eren; who fucked you all night, having you recite how much you meant to him. “you’re daddies only girl right? nobody could replace you y/n.” he mumbled the last words while looking down at where you two were connected. the white ring forming from the last orgasm you had and his pre cum mixing, he was groaning from the sight and landed a hard smack to your ass to wake you up from your last orgasm. you were face into the pillow and yelped from the contact letting out a accidental moan at the stinging feeling. “stay up f’ me pretty..need you awake baby, wanna hear you repeat it.” eren spoke softly sliding in and out of you effortlessly. hitting your soft spongy spot over and over making a whimper leave your lips with every thrust into you. “mm yeah i’m daddies only g-girl! fuck!” your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you spoke and moaned your words. eren smirked hearing your words and decided to stop finally teasing and get you your last nut. thrusting faster, gripping tighter on your waist slamming you back onto his dick, and fucking into you. eren was a groaning mess and his thrust started to recklessly come on as he was finna nut. “cum with me pretty please baby, just wanna make you feel g-good..fuck.” eren plead out a breathy moan as he tilted his head, thrust sputtering as hot stream’s of cum swarmed your tummy. you came on his dick, gripping onto the sheets below you, eyes shutting tightly as you continued to still throw back on him to finish your nut. eren was gripping your waist tightly, biting his bottom lip and whimpering as he continued to release into your tight cunt. snapping his hips into you more as he drained himself into you. you were gripping him, literally milking his dick. eren sat with a half open mouth as he finished and groaned. setting his forehead on your shoulder from behind you, panting and rubbing up your back with a warm hand. he placed soft kisses onto the crook of your neck and back. “stop thinking you got competition with these bitches y/n, they could never be you baby. let alone breathe the same air as you my love..” eren mumbled into your shoulder as you both came down from your high. you were tired and fucked out but you listened to every word he spoke. you shouldn’t be jealous, eren was wrapped around your finger as you were of him.

[aezuria]

Hi! could you do a daughter of hadez! reader x leo valdez headcannons or one shot? Like the reader is really gloomy and Leo is the only one that gets her to smile (like nico and will oops)

*ੈ✎ turn that frown upside down!

content: leo valdez x daughter of hades! reader

╰┈▸ warnings: canon divergent probably, a few cuss words

librarian's annotations: so i was stuck between making that daughter of hades fic with jason angsty or this one, guess which one i did ! (he can never be not tragic im sorry) anyways SO SOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HOPE U LIKE IT

you were not the most joyous person; at least that's what it looked like to other people.

like, did anyone ever see you smile?

(probably nico, but that's about it)

well, leo valdez took that as a challenge

a pretty girl like you with a perpetual frown on her face? he'd turn that frown upside down!

(or so he hoped)

you picked at your food, sitting alone at the hades table once again; nico sneaking off to who knows where doing gods know what

leo took his chance and approached you, not caring about the assigned seating rule

i mean, he couldn't just let you sit there all alone!

"hey there," leo slid onto the bench in front of you, his elbow on the desk as he tried to act all suave.

who is this bumbling fool? you looked up from your food, an ever present glare in your eyes.

yikes, leo thought, laughing awkwardly. "you looked a little lonely, so i wanted to keep you company. is that alright?"

normally (as normal for an abnormal situation like this) you'd tell them to go fuck right off. but maybe you were in a miss-your-brother mood, or maybe you were just hungry and not thinking straight.

regardless, you gave him a shrug and took a bite out of your food. that wasn't a complete no.

scandalous gasps echoed through the pavilion. leo had already gotten their attention when he broke the rule, but you letting him stay? now that was absolutely unbelievable!

you turned your sharp gaze around the hall, wondering what the sudden rise in chatter was about. (they all took it as a sign to shut up because no one wanted to see the daughter of death mad)

your unbothered ass kept on eating because it was hitting especially hard today like-

"so..." leo trailed off, fingers tapping against the table as he tried to come up with something quickly. "who's your godly parent? mine's hephaestus, i found that out like, yesterday."

"hades," you answered shortly. you thought it would be obvious with your whole vibe, but maybe to a newcomer it wasn't. and you were a bit glad it wasn't, because no one bothered to talk to you once they found out.

"oh! yeah that should've been obvious, huh?" leo laughed sheepishly.

you nodded, the mostly one-sided conversation extending for a painstakingly long time.

"y/n!" leo waved eagerly once he caught sight of you leaving your cabin.

you startled, about to look over your shoulder to see who he was waving at as if he didn't just yell out your name. you put up your hand in a weak attempt at saying hello. you were about to go and start walking again when he ran towards you calling, "wait!"

you stopped short and turned back around to see him sprinting towards you. (guess all that running away was good for something)

he put his hands on his knees dramatically and gasped for breath. (maybe not?) leo straightened up, a bright grin on his face. "where are ya going? can i come with?"

you were off to go brood in the woods or something; not much of a two-person job. but for some reason, you couldn’t say no to his cheerful smile.

”sure.” you turned and went to walking again.

he scampered after you excitedly. “great! so what are we doing? do you wanna see this cool bunker i found? look at this bracelet i made! do you want it? i can make another so we match!”

you were a little overwhelmed with the amount of topic changes that happened in a matter of seconds. it was like a conversation with him made up for all the social interaction you deprived yourself of. it was quite endearing, if you were being honest. (maybe you didn't want to be all mysterious and nonchalant anymore! was that so bad?)

principle was principle after all.

"we can go to your bunker if you want," you said after he finally gave you a chance to speak. it's not like what you were about to do was any more interesting.

you didn't know how it was possible, but he smiled even wider. "really!? great! it's this way!" he took your hand and ran in the direction he pointed.

(and if your heart skipped a beat as he did so? well, that was for your information only)

"you like?" leo swung the door open and swooped an arm out proudly. "i'm still cleaning it up so it's a little messy, but there's so much cool stuff here! i don't know why nyssa didn't tell me about this. also! look at this dragon i found! his name's festus!"

he ran over to an astoundingly large bronze dragon. to say you were impressed would be an understatement.

"whoa."

"i know right!?"

"why do you always have a frown on your face?" leo asked one day. his hands itching to tug the corners of your mouth upward.

what? "i'm not frowning. this is my normal face." your face knitted in confusion.

he blew out a sigh, shaking his head in response. "seriously?"

"why would i be joking?" you deadpanned. but maybe that was also your normal voice.

"so like, everyone thinks you're mad at them when you're really just looking at them?"

"wait, people think i'm mad at them?"

"..."

"leo?"

"..obviously, i was not about to just sit there and take that, like it would so not fit my super cool, super funny, super hot and manly vibe-" he cut himself off once he heard a giggle to his right. he looked over to see you, a soft smile on your face.

he thinks he could've died a happy man right then and there. did he, leonidas valdez, just manage to make you smile? and not just that, but laugh? his life goal was complete. zeus could strike him down right there and he'd welcome elysium with open arms.

but of course, he just had to play it cool and not act like he was totally head over heels.

"did i hear a laugh from you?" leo smirked and nudged your shoulder. "y/n, do you think i'm funny? i mean, who wouldn't, right? i'm just hilarious!" he teased.

"shut up," you hid your smile behind your hand as you tried to wipe it off.

"aww!" leo drew you in for a hug, completely forgetting his "play it cool" attitude. he felt you stiffen in his arms, and he immediately let go and scooted back. "i'm so sorry! i don't know why i did that! did i make you uncomfortable? sorry!"

seeing his flustered expression brought yet another smile to your face. (or maybe it was just him in general) "i was just surprised. i liked it, leo."

fuck. if he looked at your precious face a second longer, he'd have to confess his undying love for you right then and there. and there was a lot he had to say.

but actions did speak louder than words. "can i kiss you?"

"yeah."

gods be damned, that boy could kiss.

[simpinformonkies]

Can I request a Redson x Calm!S/O reader, who's his partner in crime and a powerful earthbender (cause they keep him grounded) please and thanks.

Sorry this made me laugh so hard when I first saw this ask, the joke broke my sense of humor im so sorry. Anyway, here ya go!~

~~~

RED SON

-The first time he met you all those years ago, he thought you were just some weakling human that decided to piss him off, but you just raised a brow at his behavior and slammed your heel on the dirt, slamming a pillar of stone and dirt into his gut and sending the Demon Bull Prince flying off.

-Oh, he was furious at the audacity.

-But just as much, Red Son was interested; humans don't just control an element as well as you do. It was like the earth itself was your sandbox that you did whatever you wanted with; be that helping people, growing plants, or destroying his Bull Clones.

-After a while though, people just kept demanding things of you, and you just... kind of got tired of it. So what'd you do?

-Why, go to Red Son and ask for a partnership of course!

-Why? You have no idea; you just hated being demanded things of by people that don't even respect you.

-Red Son at least respected your power, even if he also hated you.

-Baby steps people, baby steps.

-So you commit crimes with Red Son, being like that silent soldier in the background that the heroes never notice until its too late and you're already attacking them. You always had Red Son's back, and stopped the worst of his injuries from happening.

-Especially from MK. Sweet kid, but a little much sometimes.

-Ya know that meme of 'the demon lord having a sweet tiny spouse, but the spouse being scarier'? Yeah, you're much scarier than Red Son is, because while he's always angry and yelling, you're sweet and kind that can flip on a dime if the right buttons are pressed.

-Anyway, you're Red Son's "rock" essentially, being there for him through thick and thin. This means you're very close to him and following him every day (or, alternatively, he's always following you, even around the council but acting like he's the one guiding you. His mother thinks its adorable.)

-After confessing to each other (in which Red Son acted like a total tsundere the entire time, let's be honest), you constantly do little stuff with your earthbending to show how much you love that. Whether that be making statue of a heart on 'fire', or doing little stuff to make him happy or his workload easier.

-Housespouse™

-Red Son often gives you gifts that mainly consist of gems (as a homage to your element of earth) and always does romantic things with you while attempting to act nonchalant or cool.

-Keyword being attempting.

~~~ BONUS:

-Your 'scary' side came out when Azure and his goons attacked the Demon Bull Family, attempting to seal away the others. You send shards of earth flying at Peng, aiming for his wings (and hitting them in quick succession) before earthbending binds and pillars at Azure in hopes of defeating him.

-Unfortunately, you forgot Yellow Tusk exists, and he bound you with magic, and then you were sealed in the scroll of memory.

-(And if that happened to make Red Son so angry that his flames sparked a brilliant blue, then only he and the brotherhood would know such secrets.)

~~~

Hope you enjoyed this!~

[refiwrites]

I saw you had Neytiri on your avatar Masterlist so I had to come and request. She is my big part of my bi awaken so honestly,, anything with her? Maybe like general Headcanons or courting her or something if that's okay!!

wow this one was long overdue and has been sitting in my drafts for a while but heyy

neytiri's also a part of my bi awakening ngl 😭 im happy to know someone who also experienced that (she's too beautiful, who wouldn't right?) i hope you enjoy!

Some Neytiri HCs!

okay wow that gif is beautiful

you've been together for a while now, like a couple months, five? something like that

when a hunt is needed, you won't have it until you're partnered with neytiri

you just like to be with her when she hunts, its fascinating

tsu'tey rolling his eyes but letting you pair with her

all neytiri could do was facepalm

well, you were an average hunter yourself so you can just do things right

but when neytiri was there, sometimes you find it hard to focus

especially when she's too close to you to help you track your target

"There," Neytiri leans her face close to yours, stretching her arm out to steady your bow, leaning it further down. All your senses seem to immediately die down when you found yourself zoning out, looking at her, how her nose scrunches in the slightest bit, her ears twitching and her eyes squinting.

The grip you had on your arrow suddenly loosened, letting you miss the hexapede completely, the arrow hitting the tree instead, letting the creature escape.

You didn't mean it

You blinked, looking at the tree you shot and back at Neytiri

Let's say she wasn’t happy with that

"Aye you never listen, then you come and ask us to be partners"

"Look I got distracted..."

Neytiri looks at you with that 'oh really?' look before sighing, taking out her bow and pointing the edge at you

"This time, let me be the one to hunt"

You let her, and just in a few moments you were able to locate the hexapede again, this time Neytiri was able to shoot it down in just a few minutes

You're speechless.

Coming back home with the loot

As dinner arrives you both eat next to each other, telling stories and jokes with the people

Neytiri liking how you tell stories, it was captivating with all your various hand gestures, it was funny but endearing

She found herself joining in sometimes, teasing you

"But guess who shot a tree earlier?"

When there's not much going around, you and Neytiri like to go out just by yourselves and your Ikrans, finding places you haven't discovered yet

Pandora had alot to offer, alot of greenery, alot of creatures, and alot of resource

Oh before I forget

You both definitely race with your Ikrans

Neytiri playfully swatting your Ikran with hers as both your Ikrans chirp

You returning the gesture

Both of you laughing out loud without a care

You both felt free, that's what you wanted and Neytiri agreed

Let's just say one time after a race, Neytiri won and she just had this huge grin on her face

And my holy hell you realized you were in deep in love

"I love you."

Even you didn't realize what you said, it only registered when Neytiri's wide eyes were staring at yours in shock

You opened your mouth to speak but you just ended up looking stupid as your mouth opened and closed, unable to form a decent sentence

Neytiri's hand made its way to yours as she lets out a soft chuckle, looking at you

"I love you too."

[ironbatpaperturtle]

What if like School of rock adamsapple AU

AGHHHH

Obviously its Dewey Finn as Adam

But the rest is like:

Rosalie Mullins as Sera

Ned Schneebly as Lucifer

Patty as Lilith

Lawrence as Alastor

Summer as Charlie

Freddy as Cherry Bomb

Zack as Sir Pentious

(And the rest idk yet lol)

But, like Adam living with Lucifer (Ned) whos dating Lilith (Patty). And instead of Lucifer vs Adam its Adam vs Lilith rivalry kinda thang. Because in this AU Lilith and Adam were highschool sweetheart (before they broke up) and Lucifer was someone Adam met in college and Adam just lived in Lucifers place after college, rent free.

Anyways Luci and Lilith when they were both working adults and hit it off. So when Lucifer decided to invite Lilith to his place imagine her suprise when she sees Adam of all people, playing the electric guitar in nothing but sweats mooching off Lucifer.

And I wont call Lucifer a push over like how Ned was in the movie, but I do believe that Lucifer holds pity over this man so he lets him stay, Adam probably knows this and honestly, in this econony? Fuck yeah.

Better than getting kicked out of his own band. Probably thinks its 'totally bro-coded' of Lucifer to be letting him mooch of him, even if again, in Lucifers case, its pity. (I also bet that there not as close as the Ned and Dewey from the 2003 movie who bonded over there love for rock)

Anyways Adam's hard edge personality softening the more he spends time with the kids. (He doesn't realize this)

(He also doesn't realize how he'd act like a nagging Mom whenever the kids impersonate bad habits of Rock Stars from the movies he plays to teach them, like smoking lol)

As he gradually softens up, he'd be more upbeat and discreetly talk to Lucifer about techniques about teaching, y'know for the kids, and of course Lucifer- hasn't-been-called-to-a-job (A lie) finding this certain upbeat attitude infectious wouldn't mind. He'd even be happy to know that Adam was expanding his taste. (Again a lie, well only partially)

So whenever its only them (because even though Adams not the brightest fucker, he is not about to ask lucifer about teacher shit infront of Lilith, she was validectorian for a reason) Adam would be all up Lucifer space and ask him shit.

Speaking of space I think Adam doesn't have sense of personal space, unless to people he doesn't like, and would be all up Lucifers. And Lucifers doesn't mind and finds it adorable when Adam would move his hands around to express himself or to fill in the silence with his humming of made up songs.

Idk anymore BUT, Lucifer who originally let him stay for pity and gradually sees Adam as not just a rock star wannabe but someone who GENUINELY LOVES rock and wouldn't mind sharing it. Someone who doesn't do anything half-assed. SOMEONE WHO HAS SO MUCH LOVE WRAPPED INSIDE OF HIM SO WHEN YOU OPEN IT ITS EXPRESSED IN ĹOUD OBNOXIOUS WAYS YOU'LL CHERISH AND MAKE YOU SMILE FROM FONDNESS.

OEOXJIEOWKD RKESKFKR IDKKK ALRIGHT IM JUSTTTT SPROUTING SHITT. GRRR

I just find this an interesting way to showcase Adam's personality in a modern way, especially with his ability to lead little gremlins (exorcist and now children).

Obviously Lilith would realize Lucifer would be looking at Adam differently compared to before and would be like 'been there done that'

She'd probably go with Sera (IVE SEEN DRAWINGS OF THEM OKAY DONT JUDGE).

Again idk what im typing

[piningprecussionist]

Howdy, Pine! Can we get three headcanons for all your favorite Scott Pilgrim characters? :-)

Oh absolutely!!!! Lemme think for a minute...

((FUTURE FUTURE ME: I LITERALLY JUST PROCESSED YOU SAID THREE HEADCANONS IM SO SORRY--- YOU WILL UNDERSTAND 😭))

Okay I had a whole thing here, but we're gonna try this again but slightly more Hinged-- forcing myself to format so things don't get out of hand again. I will HAPPILY elaborate, though!!

((Whoop this is future me. This post is going to be so long if I dont do this, so I'm going to put this all under the cut! I'll try to remember to come back up here with the characters I talk about- alternative, should I not do that, maybe check the tags! I'll try to only tag the people I'm directly talking about))

KIM PINE

sexuality: very likely canonically Bi, I am a very big fan of her being a comp. het. lesbian, though (I get this both from my read of the comics/her character and just me Injecting myself into my favorite characters ✌️)

pronouns: she/her usually, but I think she'd be very open and vibe with they/them (me injecting myself again, but also she's just chill like that. I think she prefers if strangers use they/them for her, and her friends or partners use she/her. I'm undecided if she prefers her partners call her their girlfriend or their partner, though.)

Characters I think she has feelings for: RAMONA FLOWERS, Lisa Miller, (MAYBE Scott Pilgrim, still)

Elaboration on that:

I honestly think I can just. Point at some comic panels for Ramona. And the goat thing again. They make me Unhinged that's how canon that is.

Lisa!!! My beloved!!! I think she had a tiny crush on her in high school and had no idea that it was a crush until way later in life- maybe shortly after seeing her again, actually. But like. She's so obviously smiley and happy when she's around, I really can't help but read it that way! She, at the very least, gets an extreme mood boost in her presence, so she really likes having her around.

Scott Pilgrim.... *scrubbing at my face* okay. Okay. So, I have a couple different reads on her feelings for Scott, they're kind of complicated for me to dismantle. Especially since I haven't started my reread of book 6 (I've been giving my thumbs a break, which I am currently prolonging but I have been DYING for someone to ask me to talk about this series.) I'm going to go with my more canon read and leave it at that I think, because it's already becoming this text wall.

Scott was really important to her, I think. She's this aloof, sullen, bitchy girl and she knows it- and then this dorky idiot walks into her life and they really hit it off! They date, they have really sweet, private moments together- it's everything to her. It's someone loving her in spite of the hard shell she initially puts out, and managing to reach her soft, easily bruised heart in ways no one had before. But then he left so abruptly, and that heart was crushed under the weight of her own ribcage. I think she carried that hurt with her every day from that point- I don't imagine her having a particularly roaring love life after that. I think she kept that hurt bottled, and it made any relationships she DID attempt fall apart. It's a wound she's been nursing for way, way too long, and I think she knows that- that's why she wants so badly to forget about it. But then she goes to Toronto and runs into Scott again at the lowest point in his life, and she can't get herself to step away, because this is the only person who ever claimed to love her in a way she felt. I think her decision to stay was sort of... detrimental to her moving on. If she'd detatched herself and stepped back, maybe she could have moved on eventually- she could have worked on herself, or maybe lucked out and found someone who could get through those walls without a sledgehammer, and she would have been better for it. But that's not what happens. She stayed, and I think the longer she stayed the harder it became to keep herself completely shielding from him, because he's still that same goofy guy at his core- he's just a bit worse than she remembered him being. But damn near everything he does throughout the comics just continues to crush her until she HAS to leave- he can apologize, and she can accept it for the version of him she loved, but he's not enough to convince her to stay anymore. I'm going to cut my canon analysis there until I reread their next scene, rather than just continuing incase my thoughts have slightly changed, but like... man... they hurt me in a very unique way. If it was anyone other than Scott, it'd be tragic. (Maybe it still is, maybe that's the Kim Bitterness talking)

For a brief touch on my less canon take, with Kim being a lesbian: I think Scott would have been better placed in her life as a best friend than a partner, but when you're young, and honestly even when you're not all that young, emotional distinction like that can be so, so confusing. So all of the hurt remains very genuine, because she does love him, just not the way she thought she did.

((Because I do love the trans!fem Scott HC as well, I will say. I feel like it would be really, really funny for Kim to realize she's into women and be like "wow sure dodged round two of the Scott Pilgrim bullet" and then one day Scott shows up having started her transition and is like "Oh hey Kimmy!! I'm a lesbian AND a girl, like you now!!!" And Kim just. Crushes her drink or something in her hand like "oh no... oh no she's attractive again... FUCK FUCK FUCK." Obviously a lot more nuanced than that, though. I should probably clarify that I started answering this ask almost IMMEDIATELY after waking up and also BEFORE I've taken more pain meds. If this post has been or starts to become very scattered again, that's why lol.))

Bonus consideration: Hollie. I can dig her having a crush on Hollie, but I feel like it faded a little living with her, and then shattered entirely after the Jason Kim situation. Even an overwhelming attraction to women ain't savin that one, chief. That's just too severe a betrayal.

The Knives Situation: Oh Boy. So in the original answer for this I had a whole thing done up, lemme try to condense it. Basically, I think Kim woke up the next morning HORRIFIED by what she'd done. Like, dry heaving in the bathroom horrified. And this likely really hurt Knives's feelings, should she see! Which Kim would feel horrible about. I'm undecided on if she just runs from the situation before Knives can wake up, or if they have a sort of agrument/one-sided rant on Kim's part afterward where she just really tries to hammer home for Knives how not okay it was for them to do that- for HER to do that, given their ages and inherent power imbalance. In the event that this discussion happens, Knives absorbed none of it, and probably leaves that conversation a little wounded. I think it would proceed to play back in her mind when she and Stephen are talking at one of Julie's parties later on, though, and she'd probably approach Kim after that to thank her for being a reasonable adult about that, unlike how some of her friends had been. Once that understanding is reached, I think they could be good friends, although Kim probably teases her for how she started to dress like her after they first met.

Silly little things: If anyone's familiar with Night in the Woods, do you know the part where Mae's like "that's not drums... that's a computer..."? I feel like that has Kim energy. To me.

Also I think Kim sucks at Rockband- I know that releases like, way afterward or something so far as comic timeline goes, but bare with me, okay? It's my silly little headcanons! Anyway, she'd suck really, really bad on the drums, since so far as I can recall, they don't REALLY correspond with the music. If her friends force her to play, she demands either the mic or the bass, because "fuck you Scott, you try playing their stupid fucking drums." He proceeds to play flawlessly, much to her chagrin. She fairs better on the bass, but only a bit better than the drums, since her fingers aren't quite used to the movements.

Kim didn't think she liked cats for a while, mostly because she was only ever around them fleetingly, and generally in the homes of people who should have been cleaning their litter boxes more regularly. After hanging around Ramona's house more, though, she discovers she really love them! She feels a sort of kinship watching how they actually behave, and I think Gideon ends up warming to Kim very quickly, which probably helps with the very quick turnaround on her opinion. I think it'd be funny if sometimes, when Kim's over, Scott will try to beckon Gideon over to him for cuddles or affection, and the cat will just. Stare at him entirely unimpressed before jumping up into Kim's lap with exaggerated purring and chin rubbing before curling up for a "nap." Kim was in awe the first time this happened, and Ramona finds it ceaselessly amusing every time it happens. ((Funny additonal scenario: once after this happened Scott was whining to Ramona, who was coming to join them on the couch, looking generally very sad/cute/pathetic, and overcome with a sort of playful evil, Ramona proceeded to sit by and cuddle up to Kim as well. Kim immediately froze up and went bright red and wide eyed, Scott's jaw probably dropped before he dove into a theatrical, exaggerated spewl about the betrayal of it all, and Ramona just got to blissfully enjoy Kim cuddles while giggling at both of their reactions and petting Gideon.))

Conversely, I don't know how Kim feels about dogs. Like, I don't think she hates them or anything like that, but maybe they fill her with a sense of pity, for their associations with unwavering loyalty. Something about that specifically runs too close to things she considers about herself, at times, maybe. Idk, just kinda spit ballin here.

I think she does like rats! And mice. Idk. They're cute little guys and I like them, let me have this--

Oh man... just Kim's section is so long. And I have other characters to get to,,, buckle up I guess--- I mean, I did start with My Girl, so maybe the others will be shorter?

((This is future future me again... this is where I actually went back and processed the ask properly :') I have no words to describe my current emotional state beyond that I am trying really hard not to burst into a little fit of laughter at myself and wake my roommate--))

Three! Three headcanons!! I can do this (restraintrestraintrestraint)

Okay! Let's try being Normal About Media- and just as a note, they aren't really in any particular order, beyond Kim being the first because she IS legitimately my favorite, I think. Idk she's very Me.

Ramona Flowers

1. She doesn't really do labels, for things like her idenity; she does think pride flags are pretty, though. Scott got her a bi flag once and she decided to keep it and hang it in her room for this exact reason, though she did explain to him that she doesn't really consider herself anything but herself- Ramona Flowers. He's very understanding about that, although a little confused in the typical Scott manner! They eventually come around to just considering it being his flag, when he comes to terms with himself (yeah, spoilers, I HC him as bi)

2. Her hair actually does have magic properties to it that prevent it from getting absolutely butchered by all the bleaching she does- she doesn't know how or why, though. Maybe it's less magic and more to do with the supplies themselves? Unlike Scott, she's not as meticulous when it comes to reading the status effect labels on things she uses or consumes.

3. Of her former partners, I think she does have genuine lingering feelings for Roxie. So far as the comics/movie go, she simply repressed the hell out of them and plays the Deny Deny Deny! game, but so far as the show goes, I think she's come to terms with the fact that she still loves her, but horrifically fumbled her- she doesn't want to hurt Roxie like that again, so she's unlikely to ever try things again between them, I think. Not unless Roxie was the initiator, and even then, it'd take some coaxing.

Bonus 4. She absolutely has feelings for Kim. I feel like maybe further into their relationship she'd 100% ask Scott like "hey... you know your really hot friend Kim?" and proceed to discuss with him if being in a polyamorous relationship is something he could get behind. Maybe it'd happen after a period of time with Kim living with them too, or something.

Roxie Richter

1. She gets ALL the girls- all of them. She's an unholy TERROR for men where she lives, because she is notorious for giving women the night of their lives and making them never look back so far as dating men goes. Now, I don't think she deliberately breaks up people or goes after "straight" girls or anything, but it's probably something that's happened on accident before, so she's A Menace. I will say that she might deliberately swoop in and woo a girl she knows is taken if it's extremely clear that their relationship is just Not Right- like if she's seeing clear signs of abuse, or something. She isn't intending to get with these girls when she does this, but she is fully intending to get them out of shitty situations. She's even turned girls down after their (ex) boyfriends have stormed off in a huff, simply out of respect for them- she'll try to give them advice, and if they're adamant in trying New Venues, she might play matchmaker where she can, but she isn't really comfortable sleeping with them after doing stuff like that- to her, it feels gross, maybe even exploitative.

2. I actually don't know if this is meant to be canon or not, because it's noted alongside some of her sketches, but she's german/japanese in my eyes- but raised in the states. She knows English the best, and some German, but she doesn't really know much Japanese, much to her own agitation- she just struggles with it a lot, for whatever reason. She can kind of read some things, but if she tries to speak it she runs the risk of butchering the words. I personally further HC her dad as German and her mom as Japanese- dad by process of elimination, mom based loosely on how I read some of her and Ramona's conversations in the comics.

3. She is in fact whistling the tune in the show intending it to be from the Robin Hood movie- in fact, I think I'm going to HC it as one of her favorite animated films from childhood. (... do I HC her as a furry now?)

Lisa Miller

1. Disaster Bi! She's a bit of a Menace and she knows it; she likes to rile people up, but she can't really take what she dishes out. Like, if she'd done the kind of seductive teasing she does to Scott to Kim and received any sort of flirting back, her brain would shut down and she'd need to reboot. She doesn't know how to handle when someone else takes the reigns, which is why it was so easy and fun to play with Scott- he was too stunned/shy to play back, which she enjoys. Not to imply she doesn't enjoy having her brain melted a little, of course.

2. I think she makes it big after she heads to America! Or at least, bigger than she was. She sends her friends back in Toronto signed copies of movie posters and CDs and things when she can- she doesn't expect them to keep them, although she loves it when they do, but at least in Scott's case it's sort of a "incase of emergency, please sell" sort of situation. He does not, obviously. (Ramona probably does, though, both from admittedly petty lingering jealousy and because they just don't have room for all of it; Scott rarely seems to notice anyhow, and the money usually goes towards rent or random gifts for him anyhow)

3. I forget if everyone's sudden absence is noticed when they Poof briefly during the finalt episode of the show, but if it is I feel like Lisa starts to talk to Kyle, since he's in front of her, like "hey, what exactly happened there-" before looking out over everyone else who reappeared in their seats and noticing Scott is actually up there with them. She spends the rest of that night chatting up him and the league, and maybe even scores an in with Matthew for getting a foothold in her acting career!

Matthew Patel

1 . He absolutely has a dedicated cult following for his theatrical works, and it's warranted! He's genuinely good at what he does, and his passion is clear as day; any production is lucky to have him, and he knows it, which can kind of lead to butting heads behind the scenes. I feel like he might come across to his fellow performers as full of himself, especially given his proficiency with one man performances, but he truly is just deeply, deeply passionate about his work, and he wants to feel that passion with anyone he works with, too. He NEEDS his energy matched to feel like it's going to be a grand performance, and he simply doesn't notice how off-putting this can be for his coworkers as a result.

2. The demon hipster chicks have always been the visual age they are now, even when Matthew was a kid; he viewed them as older sisters growing up, and they're very protective of him perhaps as a result. At his current age, they're his best friends and personal body guards- they'll descend like rabid dogs on anyone that steps out of line around him, if he doesn't call them off. Sometimes it's a bit much for him, but they're usually pretty good about understanding when they do and don't need to interfere on his behalf.

3. Ya know I'm not sure if it's a HC I've seen at all but I could really vibe with trans!masc Matthew. I would love that for him, truly.

Scott Pilgrim

1. Look... I really love any trans!Scott headcanons. Like, any direction, I've said before; I genuinely have such a problem figuring out which version I enjoy best: he's trans!masc and has been all along, or trans!fem and Ramona eventually helps to crack that egg. But also, while I'm saying this, he is. So stupid. Not like maliciously stupid in this sense, absolutely not, but I feel like he's the kind of person to like. Run into someone from his past post their transition, with THEM coming up to HIM to be like "oh long time no see, Pilgrim," and then he would say something to the affect of "oh, you have the same last name as (DN)!!! Are you related? Kim, Kim!! Do you know if (DN) had any siblings?" while Kim and the other person just stare at him deadpan for a bit before bursting into laughter at his expense. He would then proceed to be really confused and just not get it, either until they explain it to him or like, he'd just suddenly sit up in a cold sweat later that night realizing what he did like "oh my GOD that WAS them, I said their dead name at them like seven times!! I am Going To Hell!!!" (And Ramona would just kind of blindly, lightly slap around in his general direction, like "honey you're not going to hell for basically affirming the effectiveness of their transition, go the fuck to sleep. They would've said something if it was a problem." Idk, that's just how he feels to me.)

2. When he has his own money for things, and space living with Ramona, he spends it on video games or video game related merch- it's probably a lot of patches and t-shirts, but I can see him starting to collect plushies, too! Like some of the really old kinda silly looking Sonic plushies, for example? If I had my Knuckles one on hand I'd use him as an example, but I think he's in storage somewhere :(

3. Gets into really heated arguments about video game mechanics and stat stuff where applicable; like, Ramona has to drag him away or else he will actively start fighting people kind of heated. He can hold chill conversations, but if he feels like he's being talked down to about a game that he's REALLY into, like Sonic Adventure (he has the director's cut!)

Wallace Wells

1. MENACE TO SOCIETY. He's comparable to Roxie in this way except he is so much worse (I say this affectionately <3) because he does just straight up, in canon, do things like steal Stacey's boyfriends! And that's his friend that he's doing that to! So I cannot IMAGINE what mischief he gets up to when he goes out drinking. He's probably ruined so many lives, naybe even marriages. What am I saying, maybe? Definitely. And he feels no remorse about this! In his eyes either your man was already gay or you needed to treat him better, sweetie; he HAS been rejected before, so clearly his charms can't ruin what ain't already broken.

2. While he does have feeling for Scott, which is basically canon I don't even want to hear it, he KNOWS better. Like, he'd been living with Scott for a while, so he knows if they were legitimately dating he probably would be even more sick of him than he already is. When they were still living together, though, there were times where he couldn't help but wonder if it would really be all that bad... right before Scott comes in and does or says something that just highlights for Wallace that he's making the Sane choice. Besides, Wallace is (and i hate using these terms but I straight up don't know what other words I could possibly use) a sugar baby; he can't keep up being both a sugar baby and Scott's effective sugar daddy (HATEHATEHATE THAT WORD) while ALSO paying rent. It doesn't really work out that well, especially with him having, at the time, such a shitty apartment to begin with.

3. I feel like Wallace really enjoys his nightlife and getting to sleep around, so I'm unsure if this is something still in play while he's with Mobile, or if he respects Mobile enough to do away with that entirely. Like, different situations work for different relationships, so if Mobile is fine with it then maybe it's something that continues! But taking into account the sparks from the show, maybe he'd actually be really fine being exclusive with Mobile. Especially given how well their future selves seem to be doing. Idk! Basically the sum of this one is just that, if Wallace is exclusive with Mobile, he misses be a bit of a whore, but he's very happy where, and with who he is, now.

Envy Adams

1. She gives me vibes.. queer vibes... in some sort of direction.... idk if I'm fully behind her also being a comp. het lesbian or just labeling her a disaster bi, but I also get a vague sense of gender fuckery. It's entirely her name thing, probably, but I can see Envy being genderqueer.

2. She probably hunted Lynette down after that show- an arm was likely Not Enough to quite satisfy that rage. Especially since she didn't get the satisfaction of beating Todd more thoroughly herself, since Scott stepped in. Conversely, for the show canon, Wallace has a target on his back for the rest of her life, as far as she's concerned, even in a world where her feelings for Todd were just misunderstood- she considered him her best friend, and you don't get away with hurting her friends like that unless you're her.

3. I think I'd like to HC that some part of her regrets booting Scott from the band the way she did back in college? Maybe not immediately, or even soon, but I feel like sometimes she would think about him and their relationship as a whole and just feel bad, Idk. Like, she doesn't want to get back with him at all, but I could maybe see her offering to promote Shatterband (or Sex Bob-Omb, in the show,) or even play with him as a genuine apology instead of a coy trap somewhere down the line.

Knives Chau

1. Look... look I know I'm about to sound like a broken record... comp. het. lesbian or bi. HEAR ME OUT: her puppy dog love for Scott is really just that- something cute and innocent, but very intense, especially once he cuts her off in that honestly really brutal manner. Teenage heartbreak is messy- even if you feel like it was real, true love you had, you can often realize later in life that what you felt was just admiration, or something else innocuous like that. I think she reaffirms it to herself as a deep and true love because of how intense the pain of that breakup was, paired with everything that comes after, and I think the show really highlights that for me? Because in the show, with Scott out of the picture entirely, she's just a lot less intense about it. I think after playing music and hanging around his friends, she realizes she didn't really love him all that much, just thought he was a cool older guy and liked that he took an interest in her, even if she recognizes how wrong that was now. ((I probably have more articulate thoughts on this but I am really starting to feel the lack of pain meds so I need to get through this--))

2. Knives is really good at rhythm games and things like DDR or, when it's eventually released, Just Dance. Like, freakishly good. She picks them up just as well and just as quickly as she did her instruments.

3. With how quickly she picked up her instruments, she kinda gives me honor student vibes? Idk. I feel like it'd be a little stressful for her later on, because I do think her passionate drive for music makes her grades take a slight spin, but she just gives off that energy for me. Knives is a lot smarter than people give her credit for, I think, Idk.

... yes, I am very normal about media... spending 3 hours on 1 ask that offered me a lot more simplicity than I can apparently manage...

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Bruised & Bloody | part 1

Eddie Munson x plus size fem!reader

summary Eddie defends your honor, never leaving unscathed, he asks you to come patch him up at his place and you learn the secret crush you've had may have been mutual. request by @psychedelephantt (im sorry this took so long but part two will be up tonight <3)

word count 3.0k+

author's note i haven't slept since watching vol 2, that shit was intense buuuuut this part is really just the pre story to the smut in part 2 but ya girl needs sleep and i wanna focus a whole fic on the filth lmao so enjoy part 1 :) not proof read plz bare w me

warning swearing, fluff, insecurity, covered by fake confidence, reader has a praise kink fs, physical violence, sexual tension, making out, leading up to smut

Always with the feeling of immediate regret. Immediate regret of what you wore, as you've been told most clothes people with your body type wear "distract" others, immediate regret of what you ate the night before knowing that you'd wake up bloated, but the biggest regret you had so far, was the regret you felt after feeling the words "go fuck yourself" leave your lips, much louder than you intended, to none other than Jason Carver. "What the fuck did you just say to me, lard ass" Jason spoke, enunciating the last words, making sure entire lunch room knew exactly who he's talking to, as everyone grew quiet from the sudden eruption.

The blood in your veins gushing hot, short breaths and pure adrenalin making you slightly dizzy. The anger you feel is so intense that you don't even notice that every eye of the student body is on you and as per usual, not a teacher in sight. You're not one to over react about these things, knowing that kids just bully to feel better about themselves. So normally you just let the comments made about your appearance slide, especially since most are too afraid to say them at a tone louder than whispering under their breath. This time though, Jason and his goons decided to pull some kindergarten shit and trip "the fat girl". A tray full of too squishy meatloaf and watery mashed potatoes covering your chest as you fell face first on the floor, landing into the five-star meal.

You stand back up, not bothering to wipe anything from your chest as all you could hear for a split second was the laughter and gasps coming from those around you. Before you could think, as Jason was walking away smirking to the rest of the basketball team, all that could pass your lips was a crescendoing "go fuck yourself" followed by a slightly lower "you piece of shit" as you look down at the mess on your chest. High school was never meant to be this hard, and I guess it wasn't for the people with a smaller pant size than an 8, a successful school sports background and a style and personality that you could only describe as Abercrombie & Bitch. Being a girl of many labels, while none of them being nice, just puts you in the overall category of outcast.

So there you were, standing in the middle of a dead silent lunch room and not being able to think of what to say, after Jason's "lard ass" comment. He stomped over to you, snatching the front trim of the neck to your shirt, balling his fist as he jolted you forward, your faces now inches apart, bringing you up with such force you were on your toes now. "Watch what you say girl, I wouldn't wanna hurt anything more than your ego today", he spat, the words spoken so harsh you felt like you could hear them grinding through his teeth. You stared at him for a moment, both of you not breaking eye contact.

Suddenly your heels hit the ground again making you stumble back, when you felt Jason abruptly let go of your shirt as he got thrown back from a swift right hook to his jaw, making him fall to the ground. You catch your balance to see none other than Eddie Munson standing over top of the jock, beaming down with a smirk on his face. "Now Jason, you've always been a dick, but now you've stooped to threatening girls? Not a great look my friend”, Eddie spoke with a sarcastic tone as the entire lunchroom stared with wide eyes at the majority ruled "freak" of Hawkins. Jason held his jaw, and without saying a word stood up, swinging a fist towards Eddie's face, Eddie leaned back dodging the first attempted hit. His eyes not leaving Jason, but as much as he knew he could dodge Jason's disoriented hits, 4 of the other basketball players came rushing towards Eddie. "Oh shit", is the last thing he said before the players proceeded to land 3 more hits to his jaw, sending him to the ground as the rest of the team landed some heavy kicks to his stomach, back and chest.

"Stop! Get off of him", you shout, pushing one of the players while they just shrugged you off from them. You go to step in again but that's when two of the teachers, who were nowhere to be found prior, run over to players, pulling them off of the boy and shouting at them to “break it up”. You run over to Eddie, who’s holding his stomach with both arms, his eyes squeezed shut with his breaths short and fast. He’s slightly curled up, he’s still lying on the floor so you crouch down and grip his shoulder, making him jump, his eyes shooting open. “Hey, it’s just me, are you okay”, you say quickly as he looks at you with half lidded eyes. “Oh yeah, never been better”, even when this kid is bruised and bloody he still manages to get in a snide remark. “I can see that, come on let me help you”, you say as he takes your hand, slowly helping him up as he winces slightly holding his side with his other hand.

After a “stern” talking to in the cafeteria corner, they let Jason and the team off with just a slap on the wrist, can’t have the whole basketball team suspended the night before the championship game right? “Are you sure you’re alright, you want me to help you to the nurse or something?” I ask as Eddie sits and leans against a lunch table. “That’s alright doll, I’ll be okay” Eddie said with a low tone looking up at you with a slight smile. That smile combined with him calling you “doll” sent the blood rushing straight to your cheeks, turning your head shyly.

You weren’t usually timid like this, always putting on a confident exterior no matter how you feel, but you’ve had a thing for Eddie since middle school. The shaggy headed, carefree, ambitious, gorgeous boy had been your crush ever since you saw him play with his band way back. You always assumed he wouldn’t like a girl like you, since you saw the way he looked at the other cheerleaders, especially Chrissy Cunningham. You’ve traded a few nods down the hallway and awkward eye contact when you happen to be staring for just a little too long, but other than that you and Eddie were strangers.

“Eddie! Shit man, I thought you were dead for sure!” Dustin yelled running up to you and Eddie. “That shit was crazy, they really beat the hell outta you! But hey, at least you look super heroic, ya know defending y/n’s honor” Dustin said as Mike walked up to you guys, laughing along with Dustin. You had gym class with Mike and Dustin, which really just consisted of the three of you chumming it up in the bleachers for an hour and scratching up fake nurse notes so you guys wouldn’t have to run laps. You’d grown to love the two freshmen, they try to convince you on at least a weekly basis to join Hellfire Club, you always decline saying it’s social suicide, and they never miss the opportunity to remind you, you have no social life besides them. They knew you were always just making up cheap excuses to not join, in reality you just didn’t want to be that close with Eddie, if he didn’t even have the chance to reject you then you could just pretend it wasn’t meant to be.

“Thanks Dusty, that dickhead Carver always thinks he owns shit, but he really shouldn’t have put his hands on you”, Eddie shook his head looking over to you. “I’m used to it from the whole team by now, usually it’s just verbal but today I guess he was feeling spicier”, you said as Eddie tried to stand up, folding over holding his mid section the second his feet were planted. You reached down, throwing his arm over your shoulder trying to help prop him up. “You don’t look so good Ed, you sure you don’t need help?” Mike said as Eddie snickered under his breath. “Yes Wheeler, I’m all good, no need to go all nurse mommy on me” Eddie said, tossing your arm away and ostumbling over to the Hellfire lunch table, grabbing his lunch box. “I’m just gonna call it a day, remember find me a sheepy by tomorrow or it’s your ass” Eddie said making them both chuckle as he walked, more like limped, slowly to the cafeteria doors.

You look back at Eddie who was making his exit and run over to grab your bag. “Y/n, where are you going?” Dustin calls. “Um I’ll catch up with you guys later, I gotta talk to Eddie real quick” you say with a hesitant tone the boys could practically smell on you. They look at you curiously but you aren’t staying for any questions. You walked out the lunchroom, seeing Eddie making his way through the parking lot to his van. For somebody with most likely a few broken ribs, he was moving pretty damn fast. “Munson! Hey, wait”  you shout coming out of the school’s side doors, running up to Eddie who was leaning against one of his most prized possessions. “What’s up y/l/n” Eddie says squinting through his fingers trying to shield his eyes from the sun.

You didn’t even know if Eddie knew your name, let alone your last. “You know you really didn’t have to do that back there, I just wanted to say thank you” you said looking straight into his big brown eyes. “You’re good darling, I needed a good ass kicking to reset me anyway” he said smiling down at your giggling face. “But can I ask you something?” he said. “Anything, yeah” you said, almost too quickly. “I didn’t wanna seem weak in front of my boys, I think they messed me up pretty bad if I’m honest, would you mind giving me a hand to patch me back up. I mean I was defending your honor after all” Eddie smirked as your heart started to pick up pace. “Uh- I- I mean yeah, I’d be happy to” you stutter, making Eddie smile. “Awesome, hop in, I have supplies at my place” he says, crawling into the driver seat as you run to the passenger.

You took short breaths, nervously twiddling the rings on your fingers. You were really in Eddie Munson’s van, driving to his house, to patch up the wounds he got while “defending your honor” as he and the boys call it. You look over and your eyes become locked on his large, metal covered hand grip the steering wheel. Still entranced as he takes a pack of cigarettes with his other hand, biting a cigarette right out of the package and tossing it back on the dashboard and scrambling for a lighter. Everything about this seemed more sexual than it should’ve, feeling your hands tense up and your breath quicken.

“Oh shit, did you want one?” he said, lighting his smoke, taking a long first drag. His voice knocks you out of your near hipnosis. “I’m good” you say swiftly while he fiddles with the radio, cigarette hanging from his plump lips, until David Bowie’s ‘Rebel Rebel’ starts playing through the muffled speakers. “This is my favorite Bowie song” you say bobbing your head while mouthing the lyrics. “You know Bowie” Eddie says, slightly condescending, not meaning disrespect, he just didn’t meet a lot of people who weren’t just purely pop fans. “Who doesn’t? You got a problem with that Munson?” you say sending a playful smirk his way. “Absolutely not, just didn’t think a girl like you could get any better” he said, making your cheeks heat up instantly. Did he really just say that? Any better? What’s that mean? Before today you didn’t even think he knew your name, now he’s talking about “girl’s like you”. Your mind was racing as Eddie sped into his dirt driveway, stopping the car hard enough to make your body jolt forward.

“Welcome to my castle” he said smiling, putting the van in park. You hop out, walking to the driver side to make sure Eddie didn’t need any help out. You two made your way up to his trailer, he opened the door, bowing as you walked in, giving you a quick “after you”. “This is me and my uncle’s place, he works nights usually, but he must be out since his car isn’t here” Eddie said picking up stray pieces of trash. “Where’s your medical stuff?” you ask. “It should be right back here” he replied walking towards the back of the trailer. You tapped your shoe on the ground not being able to get ‘a girl like you’ out of your mind. “Aha! I got it back here” Eddie called. “Last room, straight back” he calls again.

Shit, is this his room, you thought, being hit with a slight breeze from a desk fan and an overwhelming scent that you assumed was him, never having been close enough to smell him. The room smelled of cheap colon, teenage musk and a hint of apples. A weird combination, but for some reason that smell turned you on more than you anticipated. Eddie was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking through the box of bandages and alcohol wipes. You stroll over taking a good look at the cut on his cheek. “Here, let me” you say, taking the first aid kit from him, getting out the wipes and bandaids. “Thanks” he says softly, letting you clean the small cuts.

“Can I ask you something” you say, still spiraling over what he had said earlier. “Sure, dollface” He said, making you even more nervous. “Okay, so in the car you said ‘a girl like me’, what did you mean by that” you said quickly, the words sitting in the air for a moment before Eddie sighed and let out a small laugh. “Getting straight into it I see, I like that” he breathed but as you were still rubbing alcohol his open wounds. “You know I’ve known you since middle school right?” he said. “Of course I know, I thought you just didn’t remember me. How could forget someone who’s actually stayed themselves through high school” you say as Eddie smiles shyly. “Well I damn sure had the time, beings I’ve been a senior for almost three years now” he said laughing, a slight tone of discouragement laced his words. “Who gives a fuck, school sucks, I’m might have to start bribing to graduate this year” you laugh, making Eddie chuckle.

“Well, as I was saying, what I meant by that was, as long as I’ve known you, even if it was from a distance, you’ve always been so confident in who you are, you never take any shit from anybody, I should’ve known you like Bowie. You’re just confident being you and that’s cooler than anything” hearing Eddie gush about you made the heat between your legs grow and your cheeks grow flush. “You’re absolutely gorgeous too but I mean that’s just a bonus” he said looking up into your eyes as your lips separate, not believing those words just came out of Eddie Munson’s mouth. “Sorry if that was too much, I know we don’t know each other that well bu-” his words cut off by your lips colliding with his, taking him into a smooth yet eager kiss.

His lips stayed stagnant for a moment before his brain caught up with him, reaching up to cup the slight softness of your jaw. You pulled away swiftly, your eyes shooting open, staring directly into him. “I’m sorry if that was too much, I understand if you were just being nice and I took that wrong” you said quickly as he smiled, shushing you while bringing his finger up to your swollen lips. “Shh, not at all baby, wasn’t the first response I was expecting but it was just enough” he said, stealing glances of your lips while trying to maintain eye contact. “I’ve had a thing for you for a while, but typically pretty girls like you don’t like freaks like me” he said, swiping a strand of hair behind your ear. “I guess we both have fake confidences, ‘cause I always thought showstoppers like you wouldn’t like chubby girls like me” you say, sitting next to him on the bed as he scoffs. “Are you joking? Why would that even be your first thought, not only is your body just beautiful in itself, even an idiot would be able to tell there’s so much more to you than just that” he says, making you smile wider than anticipated.

"You got any other wounds I just can't see or am I done playing nurse" you say looking Eddie up and down his torso. "You wanna check for me, sweet thing" Eddie says lowly, pulling his shirt off with one fluid motion. Your eyes now glued to his bruised sides but also his sexily tattooed body. Eddie looked at you through dark eyes, examining every inch of your face as you star at his chest. "You can touch baby, I don't mind" he says, sliding his hand up your exposed thigh. "Is this okay" he asks, all you can do is nod as your breath quickens, his hand responding with a tight squeeze of your plush thigh, you bite your lip trying to not reveal how eager you are for him. Your hand reaches up gliding over his exposed chest, receiving a smirk from Eddie. You were preoccupied admiring his body, so he leaned down attaching his lips to your neck, sucking so slightly to make sure you're okay with the touch before he continues.

You can't help but let out a shallow moan, tossing your head back to give him more access. He took that as a yes, increasing the suction between love bites, grazing his teeth along your skin, making the hair stand up on the back of your neck. "Still feeling good?" Eddie's now low, lusty voice asked, whispering so close his lips scraped along your ear. His breath dripping down neck to your clavicle making the heat in between your legs become too much to ignore. Eddie takes his lips away from your neck cupping your face with both of his large calloused hands. "You sure you wanna do this" he said, panting already, feeling like the air shot up 10 degrees. "Please Eddie" you whine. Hearing you say his name with such want making his jeans grow tighter, as his member twitched in his boxers. "That's all I needed to hear" he smirks, pushing you down to where you were laid flat on the bed, hovering over you before placing a wet, quick kiss on your lips.

To Be Continued... part 2

[skylarsblue]

Can I request a reader Who IS deaf or blind and she have just met Bo by stopping accidently by Ambrose?

Im curious what kind of relationship would have those two and how It would develops.

~Regards

(I’m gonna be using Y/N despite my hatred for it, it’s just easier to fit into my writing style. Also, I kinda got wrapped up in this, I hope it’s alright still.)

Content Warning: Discussion of murder and asking for a fanbelt during a funeral.

Y/N tapped the cane on the dirt road she walked on. “Of course they left me. Bunch of...mmph.” She stopped herself from cursing as she felt the ground with the cane. Her cousin had essentially been forced to bring her with a group of friends, her cousins’ mother insisting on such. Margret, Y/N’s cousin, was always a bit annoyed by her presence, especially after Y/N had come to live with them. To put it bluntly, Margret treated her like a burden, the entire group did. Y/N said nothing about it. It wouldn’t have helped. They’d stopped off the side of the road when the sun was going down. Camping out seemed like a good idea, that was, until Y/N woke up. She had a new message on her Nokia, her cousin saying they had to find a town, but they didn’t want to wake her up. The text to speech describing a smiley face was more mocking than anything. So, she was left walking down a dirt road in the hot Louisiana sun, with only her dress, phone, and cane.

Y/N stopped when she felt her cane slide off rocks and she heard the sound of water. She lifted the cane up and tapped around a bit more. In the water was a stone, she lifted her sundress skirt and attempted to step on it. She felt around again, sighing when she managed to find another stone. The young woman took things slow in order to avoid slipping. She did a little jump once she felt the road again, mentally patting herself on the back for not getting her shoes wet. Y/N continued walking. On the bright side, wherever she was, it sounded rather peaceful. Clearly surrounded by trees, birds made sound and she could hear the hum of bugs in the heat, rustling of leaves in the slight breeze. It was a lot nicer to hear than the loud laughter of people who wanted nothing to do with her. While Margret was somewhat subtle with her discomfort with Y/N, her friends weren’t. They’d mutter and whisper little jokes and insults while she was near by. As if she couldn’t hear them. It wasn’t uncommon to Y/N, unfortunately. Typically, what she got was either pity or softly spoken insults. People would either snicker off to the side or talk to her like she was a frightened rabbit.

Being visually impaired wasn’t great, sure. It made a lot of things difficult, admittedly. Especially since the world wasn’t necessarily catered to the disabled. Finding things with braille writing was hard and having to find things based on textiles or audible sounds could prove difficult in certain situations. However, Y/N managed fine. She could handle herself fairly well, only struggling every once & awhile. So when people spoke to her like she was something fragile and easily frightened, it bothered her. But she tended to hold her tongue. She didn’t want to rock a boat when it wouldn’t fix anything, it was easier to brush it off most times.

The woman felt the ground begin to smooth out slightly. She could determine it was no longer dirt road and more like pavement now, old pavement though. She tapped a bit on the ground before she gasped at the feeling of something cold hitting the exposed part of her leg. She tilted her head down, listening for a give away. A jingle of metal and the light tap of claws. “Hello?” Then the sound of sniffing, the feeling of a lick to her hand. “Oh…oh hello, goodness you scared me. Who might you be.” She spoke softly, smiling a bit as she attempted to pet the animal. It allowed her too, leaning into her palm. Short but soft fur, floppy ears. There were specific dips in the face and the muzzle was a dead give away. “Oh I know this face. You’re a pit bull, huh? You a cute little doggie, hm?” Y/N’s voice picked up a little in pitch. She could hear the dog get more excited as it pressed its nose to the back of her hand.

Y/N crouched down and felt for the collar. She traced her fingers to the tags. “Okay….that’s a J. O. M? No, no that’s an N, S, E, annnd a Y. Jonesy? Is that your name, honey?” She laughed when the dog let out a low trill, something that could be confused for a growl. “Well that’s a lovely name. Say, could you lead me a little? I’ve never been here.” Y/N doubted the dog could really understand her, but she could use the jingle of the dog tags to lead her a little. It would help at least a little. So, when the dog walked forward, she followed, using her cane to keep track of the ground. Though she couldn’t see any of it, Y/N had entered a town, a small one. Charming, likely built to only hold a couple hundred people. There was the faint sound of church music, and as she moved closer, she heard the chatter of people. However, it made her frown when she could pick out her cousin’s boyfriend. Having no sight made a lot of her other senses more intense, her hearing being the main one she relied on. So, even though she was probably a few yard away still, she could hear what they said. Comforted by the presence of her new puppy friend.

“Look man, we really didn’t mean to interrupt, we didn’t know there was a funeral going on.” The young man said. Margret’s best friend, Destiny gasped quietly. “Guys, Margret’s cousin’s here.” She whispered quickly. “How the fuck did she manage- okay. Just, shh, be quiet.” Margret muttered back.

Y/N sighed to herself and stopped a few feet away. Margret’s boyfriend, William, cleared his throat awkwardly. “Basically, we found out we need something in our engine and our fan belt broke.” He said. Y/N frowned and rested both her hands on the end of the cane. “A fanbelt? Seriously? You interrupt a funeral for a fuckin’ fanbelt?” A new voice, masculine with a thick southern accent hit Y/N’s ears. It was pleasing but she could hear his frustration, understandable. She’d be pissed too if someone cut into a funeral because they needed something that could’ve waited. “We really didn’t mean too. We just…wanted to get it quickly, so we wouldn’t be leaving my cousin for too long.” Margret motioned awkwardly to the woman dressed in a sundress, a black & white dog at her side. “You see, she’s blind, and we didn’t want her to-“

“I’m blind and I waltzed my way down a dirt road for miles because you all left me. And I’m fine. For the sake of not making yourself look worse, don’t try and explain why you had a reason for interrupting a funeral.” Y/N sighed tiredly. “Sir, uh, wherever you are. I apologize for the intrusion they made. Please, by all means, take your time in the church. It’s important. More so than a fan belt.” She explained to the stranger patiently, hearing them sigh. “Don’ worry bout it. I’ll finish up here and I’ll meet y’all by the station.” He said. The group of young adults muttered awkward thank yous and apologies as the stranger walked back to the church. Y/N could feel eyes on her after the church door closed again. “We were gonna come back.” Destiny spoke. “Mhm.” Y/N replied lazily. “Let’s just go to the station and wait for the dude. If we piss him off he’ll probably rack up the bill a shit ton.” William replied. Y/N listened for the direction of their steps before she followed. She smiled to herself when she read the jingle of Jonesy’s dog tag. Glad the pup was still following her.

When the group was at the station, Y/N felt around and felt the gasp pumps. She sat down beside them in the shade. She could hear Margret, Destiny, William, and the other two college kids speak to each other around the station. She frowned when the sound of a bell gave away the fact one of them opened the station door. Going in without permission from the owner. Y/N felt Jonesy’s head rest in her lap, she stroked the dog’s ears gently. “These kids have no idea what manners are.” She whispered to the dog. It was about thirty minutes around waiting, much to the dismay of the group. Aaron & Dustin, the other two, had decided to break off and explore while the other three waited for the stranger to come back. Eventually, Destiny decided to follow them. Going to look at some ‘House of Wax’ that was supposed to be a tourist trap. Y/N remained quiet as Margret & William complained and flirted with each other, petting Jonesy in quiet. She managed to find peace in the sound of the breeze, the small snorts from the dog in her lap, and the continuous hum of cicadas. Despite the occasional snide comment William made at her expense. Even if it weren’t for that, Y/N would still call him an asshole, a jock type that peaked in high school, a cliché really.

“I see you found my dog.”

Y/N’s head tipped up at the sound of the stranger’s voice. That southern drawl causing a stutter in her heartbeat, more than she’d like to admit. “Oh, are they yours? They found me on the edge of the town. Felt the tag, I like the name Jonesy. It’s cute. They’re a pitbull, aren’t they?” She asked. The man chuckled. She hummed when he didn’t speak. “If you’re nodding, I can’t tell.” She said with a small smile. “Oh, uh, right. Yeah she’s a pit.” The woman chuckled under her breath at his stutter in confidence. “Don’t worry, people tend to nod as an answer on reflex, they don’t really think about it.” She heard him hum and step closer, then the shuffle of fabric. Probably crouching down to get closer to her. Y/N tended to speak softly with a bad habit of mumbling, he probably got closer to hear you better. “What’s your name, doll?” The pet name nearly made her squeak in surprise. She smiled instead and told him. “What’s yours?” “‘M Bo. Don’t ask what it’s short for, I won’t tell ya.” His response made her laugh again.

“Nice to meet you, Bo. I apologize again for the intrusion. My cousin Margret & her friends aren’t necessarily…considerate.” Y/N sighed. Bo adjusted his hat. “I picked up on that.” He replied. “Mind if I ask what they meant? Needin’ to get back to ya?” He watched her scoff and roll her irises. They were different, beautiful but fogged over. It was hard not to stare at them in fascination, though he was doing that with her entire face.

“Margret’s mother forced her to take me. They think I spend too much time in the house. I like being at home, cleaning & cooking in a familiar environment. Margret’s never necessarily liked me. She tries to keep it subtle but she fails miserably. Basically, I’m annoying. I’m a burden because I occasionally need someone to warn me about something in front of me so I don’t smack into it. Her friends don’t like me either. William’s the most blunt. This entire trip they’ve been whispering and gossiping about the fact I can’t see. I’m used to it, even if it’s upsetting.” Y/N took a breath before clearing her throat. “Anyway. We stopped to camp out because it was getting dark, when I woke up, they were gone. Margret at least had the courtesy to send me a message but that didn’t make me feel much better. So, I just started walking. Managed to find this place by chance.”

Bo’s brow furrowed. “They left ya because you’re blind?” He asked. Y/N shrugged. “Basically. I’m a burden to everyone because I need help every now and then, basically. It’s sooo fun.” She snorted. “I’m used to it. It’s more annoying than anything else.” Bo huffed. “I would be pissed off if I were you. Buncha asshole kids, if ya ask me. Where’s the rest of ‘em?” He asked. “Went snooping. Margret & William are in your station, because they’ve never heard of waiting. I overheard a little, apparent a guy gave them a tow and set their car into your garage. They said something about him being a “freak roadkill collector”. Which, again, assholes! Roadkill drivers are kinda necessary to keep deer bodies from blocking traffic.”

Bo quirked a bit of a smile. It was nice to hear someone refer to his brother, even if unknowingly, with some kindness. “Got’cha. Here, why don’t’cha come inside while I take a look, hm?” Y/N smiled softly. “That’d be nice. Uhm, mind helping me up? I don’t want to smack into something in front to a handsome stranger.” She grinned slyly. Bo snickered and stood up. He took her outstretched hand and Jonesy moved on que. He watched her set her cane in place. “Hm. Soft hands for a working man, you moisturize. Good man, a definite green flag.” Her comments managed to make him laugh, genuine oddly enough. It wasn’t easy to get that out of him. “I’ll keep that in mind. C’mon, let’s get you in the air conditioning.”

Y/N waited in the shop as Margret & William listened to Bo’s words. The occasional clang and clicking of him looking at the car parts. “New fan belt, your oil needs changed, you need coolant. That’s just three things I see from under the hood. When’s the last time you took your car in?” Bo asked the young man. William crossed his arms. “I know about cars.” He said. Bo rose an eyebrow and wiped his hands on a stained rag. “Not what I asked, bud. But whatever. I’ll fix those things, it’ll run you bout 100$ even, assumin’ nothin’ else needs to be done.” He said. Margret winced and placed her hand on William’s shoulder. “Ugh, fine. Just fix it.” Bo shrugged and turned, he heard the two young adults whisper to each other. He glanced at them, seeing them turned away from him.

“Just let him do it so we can leave. This town gives me the creeps.” Margret huffed. “I don’t need some redneck dumbass telling me how my car works.” William replied. Bo clenched his jaw, taking a glance at Y/N, seeing her frown. “You kids waltzed into a town and interrupted a church service, and this man is nice enough to still fix your car for a fair price, and you wanna insult him? Honey, get the city skyscraper outta your ass and be grateful. We’re in the South, he could’ve shot you in your city boy face by now.” The woman retorted.

Bo bit the inside of his cheek to fight the urge to grin. As much as he hated to admit it, this woman was funny. William grumbled something in response. “You can’t talk to my boyfriend like that!” Margret exclaimed. Bo watched it unfold. Y/N huffed and rolled her eyes again, he found it a bit funny she managed to put so much sass into two organs that didn’t even work. “I really don’t care.” She admitted. “You’re lucky we even brought you, Y/N. You could be stumbling around at home alone, smacking into things if it weren’t for us.”

Y/N laughed for a moment. “Margret, I’m blind, not incompetent. I can handle myself just fine. Cut your pity-bullshit, I don’t need it. Both of you, check your manners for gods sake. Is it just your age that makes you feel entitled to be little dickheads? Let Bo fix your car, if he even wants to at this point, so we can leave and let him do what he needs to do. At this point you’ve made this more trouble than it’s worth.” She scolded. She wasn’t that much older than them. The group ranged from twenty up to twenty three. Y/N rester at twenty eight, and for some reason that seemed to make a world of difference. Bo’s steps alerted them to him getting closer. “I can have it done in ‘bout an hour. You’re welcome to look ‘round while I work.” He explained. Y/N sighed as Margret & William agreed to leave the station, she followed, assuming the man wanted to be alone, understandably.

“Not you, dollface.” Bo’s voice made her stop. She turned to face him, a small smile gracing her face. “You want me to stay?” She asked with a head tilt. “Not everyday you get pretty and funny company in a ghost town.” The southerner said, she could hear his smug grin in his voice. She laughed quietly and stepped away from the door. “Mr. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re flirting with me.” Y/N replied. She stopped when she felt him in front of her, tilting her chin up confidently. “Depends, is it workin’?” She snorted. “Maybe a little.” Bo chuckled at her response. Internally, he cursed himself for enjoying it so much, her interactions with him were far more genuine than any usual tourist. This had happened a few times in the past, but certainly not to this extent.

She waited in the doorway while he worked on the car. They spoke about random subjects, ranging from music taste to hobbies. Flirting occasionally and casually. Admittedly, it helped Y/N’s confidence. And then somehow, the conversation dipped into personals. She learned Bo had two brothers, one being a wax sculptor and the other being the roadkill driver that towed the car there. She learned that Vincent, one of his brothers, was his twin. In return, Y/N told her about her family, how she came to stay with her cousin instead of on her own. Main reason being jobs weren’t easy to come by in her town. Bo looked at her and hummed curiously. “If ya don‘t mind me askin’, did you transition into being blind, or was it just…always a thing? Don’t answer if it’s personal.”

“Nah, I get asked that a lot. I love the way you worded it though, lot nicer than others. I wasn’t born blind, no. But my vision started going when I was pretty young. I was full blind by the time I was twelve, since I’m twenty-eight now, it’s been awhile. It was tougher back then than it is now, for sure. I manage fine now. It’s a bit of a struggle with certain things. I’m not allowed to drive, gotta walk everywhere. Gotta act like a bat to get around places that are unfamiliar. When people leave shit in the middle of the floor I’m more likely to trip than your average joe.” She snickered, leaning on the wall behind her. “My hearing and hands do me justice though.”

Bo hummed as he wiped his hands. He wasn’t fixing the car, unbeknownst to her. Rather stripping the smaller parts that he could manage to grab. “How’d ya manage to figure out Jonesy was a pitbull?” He asked. “Easy, pitties have a distinct face shape. And I came accustomed to that face shape easily. When I was younger, when I could still see, we had a pitbull. Even back then I would always rub his face. Pitties love face rubs. Humans? Not so much.” She chuckled. Bo hummed and walked a bit closer to her, shoving the hand towel into his pocket. “That’s right, you gotta feel someone’s face to get an idea of what they look like, huh? …why’d you call me handsome if ya can’t see me?” The brunet questioned. The woman shrugged. “Can just tell. Handsomeness doesn’t come down to faces for me, but if you want, I could touch my mitts all up in your grill.” She wiggled her fingers jokingly. Bo snorted. “Alright. Go for it, doll.” “You serious? Huh, people usually don’t agree to that. Alright, just warn me if I get too close to your eyes or mouth. I don’t wanna stab your cornea, have you end up like me.” She stepped forward. Bo chuckled and it gave her a cue as to where to stop.

She held up her hands. “Gotta guide me a little here, mister.” Y/N said fondly. Bo took one of her palms and brought it to his cheek. He wasn’t entirely sure why he agreed, maybe to get her closer, maybe out of pure curiosity. She rested her hands on his cheeks first, slowly and methodically rubbing her fingertips over specific features. “Sharp jaw, little scar. You been punched before, hm?” His snicker gave away the answer. “Defined cheekbones, you got dimples…hm. Scowl lines though. You got tension lines between your brows too. You’re an angry man, aren’t you Bo?” She asked bluntly with a sense of calm. “You tell that by some lines in my face?” The man asked. Y/N traced the plane of his cheekbone.

“Your face gives away a lot, even if I can’t see it. I’m not judging, but I can tell. You’re an angry man, quick to temper. I imagine it’s a case of you finding it easier to be angry than admit to other emotions?” Her voice was soft as she spoke. Bo ran his tongue over the back of his teeth. “Rather yell at something than feel weak. Better to be made of razor wire than blankets. And it’s easier to bark & bite than be vulnerable, especially when you’re sure people will leave you. Am I getting close?” Bo huffed and went to speak, not entirely sure what to say. It wasn’t like he could deny it. She was accurate, scarily accurate. “Hey, don’t get a frown, I’m not judging. I get it.” Y/N’s voice was still warm. Her face describing calm & understanding.

“How so?” Bo asked. “I don’t really show my anger, I get good at bottling up, but that doesn’t make it go away. Whereas you might yell, I think. And admittedly, sometimes my thoughts wander to…less than pleasant things.” Y/N admitted. She lowered her hand and it rested in his chest casually, he made no effort to move it away. “You think of hurtin’ people?” Y/N shrugged at his question. “Sometimes. …a lot of the time, more than I’d like to admit. People test my patience a lot. I’m quick to anger but people won’t ever see it. And it’s not like I can just admit to someone I’ve though about severely harming them.” She explained. Bo hummed. “The whole tough act you do? I get it. Even if I display my emotions differently. I’m not judging, just observing. Relating even.”

The brunet man gazed over her face again. Taking in each feature and blemish. “That cousin of yours, she ever piss you off that bad?” He stepped a bit closer. Y/N laughed and shook her head. “Oh, every day. I’ve come real close to losing it with her. Not to mention her friends. That little “outburst” where I defended your honor,” Bo chuckled at that. She smiled and continued. “I don’t do that very often. But they’ve been driving me nuts as of recent. Sometimes I worry, if I’m being completely honest, just how bad my brain gets.” She muttered. Bo tilted his head as he took her in. “How far? You talkin’ like you’ve thought of killin’ someone, dollface.” He replied. Y/N said nothing but stared up at him, despite not being able to take in any of his features. Bo let himself smirk. Not like she could see him. “You ever thought about it? Planned it maybe?” His voice was low, almost whispering. Y/N sighed before she nodded. “Not really proud of it. But sometimes I get close, too close for comfort. I’m really not into violence all that much, but when people treat me like some weight on their life, or talk to me like I’m some pathetic wounded animal? It really-“

“Makes you wanna show’em what you’re capable of.” Bo finished. Y/N exhaled and her shoulders dropped. “Exactly. You ever been that angry, Bo?” He chewed the inside of his cheek, enjoying how she said his name. “Felt that way today.” He admitted. Y/N hummed and gave a tiny laugh. “Believe me, I get it. It makes me laugh sometimes. Kids like William have no idea just how easily someone could get tipped off the edge, end up with a barrel aimed at the skull. Only takes about five pounds of force to pull a gun trigger, lot less straining than holding your tongue from calling him a bitch.” Bo laughed again. It was quiet, not wanting to admit she made him laugh. He hummed and tilted his head as he looked at her. “That’s how you’d do it, yeah? You feel like a shotgun type.” Y/N said. “You’d be right, doll. Quicker. My brother’s more of a knife type, quieter that way.” Bo admitted. He felt her mindlessly mess with one of the buttons on his flannel. “How would you do it?” He asked curiously. “Trying to get out my darkest secrets, huh, Bo? You gonna try and rat me out if I tell you?” She replied with a fond grin. “Nope. Just a curious and admittedly sadistic fella, wanna head what twisted shit the pretty lady’s thought of.” He replied. Y/N tucked her tongue into her cheek and hummed in reply.

“Charming.”

“I try.”

Y/N exhaled and tapped her fingers as she thought. “Well, usually they’re based on circumstance. Resourceful killings if you’d like to call them that. Drowning Margret in dish water. Pushing William onto a busy street after he kicks my fucking cane.” Bo felt his blood burn as she spoke through gritted teeth, seeing her loosen her jaw. “Had a dream with a wood chipper once.” She shrugged. “A wood chipper? You’d shove’em in alive or dead?” He pressed. “Whatever works. Dead either way, right?” Y/N replied. “Damn, doll. Makin’ me wonder if you’d even be sad if those kids ended up dead.” He was losing it now, the whole act, growing more and more into his genuine self. Someone sadistic & cruel. “Wanna know something, mister?” She asked him. Bo rose his hand to fiddle with her bracelet, feeling the softness of her hand still rested on his chest. “Tell a man, doll.” He replied. She leaned in and whispered quietly. “I could really give a fuck less.” She hissed sadistically. Bo’s breath silently hitched. “You’re makin’ it really difficult to imagine you leavin’, hun. Almost wanna keep ya.” The man said. “What? Want a house wife to aid in your murder plots? …that doesn’t sound to bad. I make a pretty good peach cobbler and I know how to play dumb.” She offered. Bo forced himself to remember to breath.

“Don’t sound that bad.” Bo said softly. Y/N chewed on her lower lip before standing up completely straight. “No. No it doesn’t…” She muttered. She jumped at the sound of a scream, feminine and guttural. She turned to catch the sound better before tilting back to Bo, wide eyed. “…and I thought you were kidding.” She whispered. Bo’s gaze sharpened. “You wanna take back your offer?” He asked slowly. Y/N didn’t move and she didn’t speak for awhile either. She heard the scream again. She turned to him fully, maybe a bit closer than she had stood before.

“No. No I don’t.” She said softly.

Bo chuckled, though a bit surprised. “I’ll show you to the house in a bit, how’s that sound, ay doll?” He asked. “I’ll be here.” She leaned against her cane. Her breath caught a bit when she felt a kiss be pressed to her temple, practically burning with a sadistic grin & a strange bit of sensuality, despite it being an innocent action. And for some reason…she enjoyed it.

[dreamsnails]

Hi! Im kinda new to tumblr and asking fanfic requests so please let me know if im doing something wrong! So I have a request for a sal fisher x GN reader (preferably headcanons but if you'd be more comfortable doing a oneshot that's also completely fine!) Where the reader doesn't really have any friends and has pretty extreme social anxiety? Like, they have hard time speaking in front of people they just met and get really fidgety and even sometimes have panic attacks? And they just really want to have friends and they get really mad at themself for not being able to keep or start friendships. Again sorry if I've made a mistake with requesting!

Oh boy, this one hits oddly close to home. I actually wrote (but then scrapped) a whole vent fic about Sal comforting someone (me specifically but I formatted it to be for anyone) who had a really rough day and is now thinking about every little embarrassing thing to ever happen to them but they don't know how to process or vent those emotions by themselves. I might go back and try to finish that and post it later if you're interested in fluff content like that, but for now here are my headcanons for this specific situation. I really hope you like them.

<3

In Public:

He’s always holding your hand. He makes sure to gently rub his thumb over the top of your hand, especially when he notices your warning signs. 

He never ever speaks over you, even if you’re taking a while to say what you mean.

He always invites you to hang out with his friends if he’s going to. If you don’t want to he won’t try to push you.

He will 100% complain about your order at a restaurant for you, but if you’re worried about causing a scene he always orders something you like for himself so you can switch if they mess up your food.

He carries little fidgets like small fidget cubes and magnetic beads in his pocket so you can have something to focus on when you’re overwhelmed or overstimulated. 

He comforts you and praises you quietly and away from people after you interact with receptionists or cashiers or strangers, especially if you feel you had a particularly bad interaction. He understands how much extra energy it takes you to communicate with others.

He understands if you can’t find the energy to do those things, too. He’ll talk for you if you ask him to and he would never criticize you for not being able to speak to someone. He’s proud of you for wanting to try regardless of if you succeed or not. 

He immediately removes you from crowded areas if you happen to have a panic attack in a public space. He’ll comfort you in whichever way you need. He has an arsenal of tools that you both brainstormed together to help you recover, and he’ll let you decide if you want to go home or continue in public after you do. 

He goes to your doctor’s appointments with you for moral support. 

In Private:

He will hold you forever if you will it. 

He will also give you plenty of space if you're overstimulated by too much physical contact.

RESPECTS. YOUR. BOUNDARIES. He NEVER pushes you when you're not comfortable with something-- from him touching you, to you not wanting to go somewhere, to you not feeling comfortable speaking to him at a particular moment. He knows you need patience and compassion and he gives you ALL of it.

He gave you his cellphone number, his dad’s number, his landline number, and Larry’s cellphone number so you can reach him no matter what when you need him.

He lets you borrow his shirts so that you have a part of him to comfort you when he can’t be around and he rotates them so they always smell like him. 

He writes you little notes about how much he loves you and how proud of you he is and hides them around your room when he visits for you to find later.

He’ll cater to your every need if you have an especially hard day at work or school. He’ll come over and build you a blanket fort, get you your favorite drink, and play your favorite games with you until you feel better.

When you become upset with yourself for struggling to talk to people and relate to people, he is always there to remind you about all of the amazing things he loves about you. He also lets you know how much he and his friends enjoy hanging out with you, and that they are your friends no matter what other people think about you.

If a friendship of yours falls out, he’s the first to remind you that you tried your best and that all relationships take two to last. There are people who love and care about you just the way you are, like him, Larry, and Ash (and your family, if you have a good relationship with them). Everything will be okay.

Even if it feels like nobody in the world cares about you, he will, no matter what. 

[suffarustuffaru]

Opinion on Reinhard's dad possibly seeing "the son he never had" on Garfiel? It could totally take that route tbh

It would be a fun dynamic imo

oh anon as a heinkel fan (hes soo terrible but so fascinating and i WANT to see him get better and grow as a person. but also you may have known that since you are asking me this hah) and someone who is quite fond of garf i lovedddd the recent heinkel-garfiel chapters... and LMAO this idea of like. heinkel being a bit soft on garfiel bc yay!! new son replacement!!! is SO FUNNY ive thought about it a little bit. and IT WOULD BE FUN and i think heinkels arc is super interesting bc he kinda hit his rock bottom in like about arc 7-early arc 8 where its like. its post arc 5 astrea drama so shit just got even more bleak for heinkel, hes stuck in dangerous territory and he doesnt believe in himself At All and hes too depressed to really try all that much at anything.

but then GARFIEL comes along and saves heinkel a couple times and garfiel gets hit down but keeps getting right tf up - and that goes against like literally everything heinkel thinks. he doesnt try to be better bc he doesnt think he can ever accomplish it no matter how hard he tries, but garfiel is someone who just WONT stop trying.

and we also see that heinkel learning more about rowan and cecilus and the whole deal with the segmunts has made heinkel go "oh. okay haha maybe im not as far gone as i thought" bc heinkel gets shown another example of a dysfunctional family with an extremely op son and a deadbeat alcoholic dad and theyre a mirror of reinhard and heinkel. except rowan and cecilus are like if reinhard and heinkel werent so miserable about their shit relationship, bc as shitty as heinkels behavior is deep down he still CARES. he cares a lot about his family. he misses reinhard - why else would he need schult to be a replacement? he's still mourning that loss, if you think about it. but rowan is just so batshit that heinkel immediately goes backtracking like "OKAY IM. IM NOT THAT BAD. MAYBE THERES A TINY LITTLE SPECK OF HOPE FOR ME AFTER ALL."

and garfiel is helping to be a catalyst as well bc of his own determination to always keep growing and keep fighting no matter what gets in his way. hes a spunky little kid whos powerful but when faced with opponents stronger than him Refuses To Give Up. thats inspirational i think for heinkel, especially when its not as if hes a shit fighter, dude is just outshadowed by his family and other people around him. he just has to get up and keep trying, so its interesting that heinkel DOES find the courage to try and protect garfiel while garfiel's trying not to die.

like i do think that its heinkel like having this grudging respect for garfiel after the interactions theyve had, also possibly feeling inspired by garfiel and having that tiny bit of hope in him after meeting rowan and interacting with garfiel, and also trying to repay garfiel. bc heinkel treats himself like dirt and gets treated like dirt a lot - im sure his thought process might be "this kid took the time to keep saving me even though im literally worthless and now hes in danger, this is the least i can do". i would be interested if it went the route of like. heinkel having that fatherly instinct rekindled - i think itd be interesting for garfiel as well bc. he IS lacking a father figure, but for heinkel, i think that its clear with how he acts with schult that heinkel does kind of miss having a son and having that sort of love in his life.

we know he DID use to be a good dad, and tbh i always kind of headcanoned that heinkel probably isnt that mean with most kids unless its someone like. you know. subaru. or julius. or reinhard of course. like heinkels not that much of an ass when his life is on the line or when there isnt super personal stakes involved (ie astrea stuff). hes a character that carries a lot of guilt and shame and self-hatred, someone who's spiraled into being the worst version of himself when he used to be bright-eyed and hardworking and full of love despite the weight on his shoulders - i think he would see a very kind and determined and spirited kid like garfiel (and might be reminded of the kid he Used to love) and hope that garfiel doesnt end up like him (ie lost, burnt out, and depressed). we see this sort of behavior a bit with schult too, bc heinkel tries to give schult advice and tries to look after schult a bit in general!! and garfiel's like a better version of heinkel you know? garfiel's a bit abrasive with a quick temper and all but hes extremely well intentioned in just about everything he does. and i think heinkel might have a fondness for all of garfiel's antics at this point T^T

but yes ty for the ask anon !! :o im very interested to see where heinkel and garfiel go from here, bc it looks like heinkel's started some baby steps in his growth!!

[apollomes-supremacy]

LO Dionysus design 🍇🎭

| Apollo | Persephone | Hermes | Ares | Artemis | Ganymede | Aphrodite | Eros | Zeus |

This will be a long post since Dionysus isn’t a character yet so I had to create him from 0.

The beginning of Dionysus’ introduction started on EP 93 (with Semele, Dionysus’ mother), but it has been more than 100 episodes and we got absolutely nothing from that plot, which is bad considering that other gods get involved in the og myth (Zeus, Hera and Hermes, mainly), but none of them (before and after the time skip) display any knowledge or memory of the event, especially Zeus, who is the one who accidentally kills Semele in the first place.

I already talked about it here, but im 100% sure that the child mentioned in episode 218 is Dionysus. He should be 10 yo right now and he’s the only character (vaguely) introduced who is around that age. Not to mention, Dionysus does have some connections with the Underworld. My main theory is that he will be adopted by HxP and will remain a child for the rest of the series (probably skipping the majority of Dionysus’ myths). And that’s honestly such a waste of potential. So I decided to give my take on him if he was in LO, like the redesigns I did with many other characters.

Design

My main inspo was 60′s and 70′s Hippie fashion, with a lot of patterns, accessories (crystals, evil eyes, beads, rings, etc), loose clothes and a more lazy/cozy look. He’s two shades of purple that split his face, which is meant to represent his duality as the god of parties and joy & god of wrathful madness. Hermes gave him nymph ears to use as a disguise when he was young, but he doesnt want to change them back because he grew up and feels comfortable with them. He has a very androgynous/feminine look, which leads to a lot of people thinking he’s an actual nymph.

In his true form (which can come out voluntarily, but usually happens when the god gets so mad that they are unable to control themselves) he can get really big. Leafs and grapes sprout everywhere, he gets another pair of arms made of plants’ stems and his eyes go full neon green.

Story

His story is very similar to the og myths, with just some small differences. He is born from Zeus’ thighs and goes to live with Demeter and Persephone as one of their nymphs to escape Hera’s wrath. There he starts to question a lot about himself, like his gender and his origins (he doesn’t know he is not an actual nymph), and when puberty hits, his body and his powers go crazy. Its also around that time when he meets and falls in love with Ampelos (and you know how that story ends).

When the wine he creates starts growing in popularity and Dionysus starts getting worshipped by some cities, Zeus decides that there’s no reason to hide him from Hera anymore, so he brings Dionysus to Olympus and reveals the truth, inviting him to become an Olympian. Dionysus says yes without thinking twice, so he moves in and starts to get prepared for his ceremony and his new life.

But there’s a problem. The Olympus lifestyle is way too different from Dionysus’. People are sophisticated, modern and even mean-spirited, while he is the complete opposite. It’s hard for him to fit in and he just wants to go home with the nymphs and satyrs, and he eventually does... illegally.

Personality & relationships

Dionysus is very outgoing and funny. He’s kind to everyone around him (not discriminating against nymphs, satyrs or mortals), but he can get very emotional very fast. He gets easily annoyed, which will prob just result in some unwanted vines around the house and a grumpy look, but the moment he gets mad is when everything falls apart (wrath form). Anger issues + no control over powers = no good.

He sees Demeter as a mother and Persephone and the nymphs as older sisters, while Silenus and the other satyrs served as fathers. His favorite brother is Hermes who kept an eye on him during his entire childhood and still cares deeply for him. He also has an interesting relationship with Apollo, he is very scared and intimidated by him (I understand why lol) but wants to start a friendship. Except for the fact that Apollo already has a soft spot for him, Dionysus is just oblivious to it. Ares is also scary and kinda mean, but he likes Dionysus and cares for him. He’s very indifferent towards Zeus, Hera hates him (he hates her too) and everyone else is pretty neutral, considering he doesnt know a lot of people outside of the nymphs and satyrs.

Powers

Dionysus is a fertility god (which in this universe doesnt mean that much), this means he has powers over vegetation (like Demeter) and mortals’ desires (like Aphrodite). Being the god of madness also means that he can make people so mad to the point of committing atrocities and completely losing their minds. In his true form, simply looking at him can lower your sanity. He also has the powers all the other gods have, like changing forms, cursing and blessing people, being summoned by mortals, etc. 

That’s all I have the energy to write rn. I tried to replicate the LO art style, and honestly I really liked the result! Hope you guys liked it too <3

(Also, Dionysus would be around his 20′s when the story takes place. He is Pansexual and is still confused about his gender but he’s fine with any pronouns).

[cloudyzeusy]

I Hate Silence ||

pairings: jay jo X owen knight

genre: smut

warnings: A/B/O, knot

Jay Jo was a silent character so nonchalant so it was a surprise he gets as much fans as he does. Especially when his boyfriend Owen was the exact opposite outgoing, bossy and a absoloute flirt.

That silence pissed his boyfriend off to no end. It was cute in their day to day but during sex was too annoying.

Jay always seemed to muffle his moans as if he was ashamed of people hearing him.

Owen for the sake of his Alpha's pride had to put a stop to it. He had never encountered an omega who wasn't vocal during sex but then again Jay isn't a normal omega.

"C'mon Jay follow me." Owen said gesturing to his black sleek car as they stood outside of the gates of their school.

"I can cycle I brought my bike after all." He replied.

"Omega." Owen stated raising his eyebrow daring Jay to complain and he didn't well more like he couldn't. So without much verbal fuss, except a few mumbles of words he wouldn't be brave enough to say to Owen's face, he got in.

"Here." Owen gave jay his favourite wasabi flavoured treat trying to appease him. He pouted but took it he wasn't a fan of being omega'd on at all well maybe during sex but he would die before he confessed that. "We're going to my apartment, okay?"

"Fine." Jay muttered not like he had an actual place at home with his mom.

“Come on lets go.” Owen grinned as they reached the apartment.

As they both made their way upstairs and entered their apartment Owen connected their lips together lifting Jay up by his ass carrying him to their bedroom. Their kiss was sloppy but passionate and Owen took control of it they separated for air. Leading Owen to kiss down Jay’s neck leaving hickeys making him moan out loud.

Jay got down and sat on their bed watching through hooded eyes as Owen undressed following suit they tossed their clothes onto the floor and embraced once again. They both smiled before they kissed it had been a long time since they had some alone time. Especially with how busy Jay has been with Mockingbird practice.

As they kissed Owen’s hands wandered their way to Jay’s hole which leaked slick. “Mphnf Ow-Owen what are you doing.” His hands trying to stop Owen’s in their track which as you might have guessed did nothing.

“Jay come on has it been that long you don’t you play with yourself.” Owen teased with one hand he grabbed Jay’s struggling ones and with the other he slowly began fingering Jay. Owen watched Jay’s face morph from indignation to pleasure, so he added two more fingers stretching Jay open in preparation for his cock.

“Alpha~ ple-plase stop im gonna cum ugh.” Jay whined desperately trying to move away from the probing fingers that repeatedly hit his prostate Owen just smirked pressing kisses and bites against jay’s skin.

“Let go okay can you do that for me omega~?” Owen grinned not stopping the pace he put a hand around jay’s throbbing cock jerking him off the stimulation felt too good making Jay reach his climax.

Owen reached down lining up his cock to the slick filled hole pushing in immediately envolped by wet heat. He groaned as he began thrusting in jay just felt that good. Jay just moaned and drooled as he was used as a sex toy for his Alpha’s needs. Owen marked up Jay’s neck laying his claim over him again.

Jay tried to move away needing to catch his breath as he got his voice fucked out of him but owen just brought him right back onto his dick. Owen groaned at the sight below him “You gonna cum again princess?” Owen growled locking eyes with him Jay nodded quickly.

“Ye-yes.” He stumbled over his words feeling his stomach clench as his dick leaked he came hard panting and Owen was not that far behind. As Jay felt Owen’s knot form inside him as it expanded fully he felt his cum filling him up. Owen collapsed on top of him as they waited for his knot to go down.

And if they went for another round I guess you would never know.

No matter how many times Jay’s friends saw Jay and Owen together it was always weird to see the nonchalant Jay being pampered and teased by Owen and blushing!?.

So, when they saw an embarrassed Jay walking into class with Owen behind them looking smug as hell they could guess what the Alpha and Omega pair did the day before. Especially when Jay came closer, and they could spot all the marks and lovebites and smell Owen all over him.

What made it stranger was to see them acting like a married couple – Jay sitting on Owen’s lap, their bickering, and they had matching lockscreens. But hey they were happy to see their cold hearted omega in love~

[ilesui]

what music would the TWST boys listen to ?

— yay first post! i’ve thought about this question a lot, especially as someone with a varied taste in music. i look up character playlists and… honestly, most of them have the same songs in them. which isn’t a bad thing at all! but i think if we’re going to look at this realistically, it’s good to have a variety. anyways, enough yapping!

heartslabyul — 🃏

riddle would most likely listen to classical music starting off. considering his mom, it’s very possible he wasn’t allowed to listen to a lot of modern music. as time goes on though, i like to think he listens to songs with soft acoustics and catchy hooks. what i’m thinking specifically is “i will follow you into the dark” by death cab for cutie. it would help him calm down for his anger issues and feel like he’s loved, even for a moment.

ace’s music taste is a little more basic. he’s a pretty simple guy! i think he’d listen to minnesotan hip hop, maybe even meme rap. something catchy, modern, but with a layer of irony behind it. i have a feeling he’d really like Brother Ali. maybe something less calm from him, though. he wants to be hyped up!

deuce wants to change. he has a whole moment in book 5 on how he wants to find himself and stop changing himself for the sake of other people. so, he tried listening to classical music. but he just couldn’t get into it. i think it’s more likely he listens to gangster rap / west coast rap. no one post modern, but instead artists like eazy-e and n.w.a. he’s mildly aware of newer artists but he doesn’t necessarily understand them. he’s a sucker for the classics!

cater canonically listens to the top 100 songs. but also cater is a pretty deep character. he doesn’t have a lot of trust in people so it’s very unlikely he’s honest about a lot of things, including his music taste. while cater SAYS he listens to popular songs, i think he’s a sucker for pop punk. waterparks and fall out boy are is jam! he would listen to them while skating!

trey gave me a bit of trouble. when i first made my headcanons, i joked around with my friends on how it’s more likely he’d listen to asmr than music. i still think that’s a bit true but when i asked around for other people’s opinions on what he listens to, i got another joke answer saying “british people music”. that’s when it hit me. classic rock! artists like the beatles, led zeppelin, and david bowie! he’s kind of a family guy so he probably listened to these songs growing up and he’s never quite ventured any further. it’s a little unconventional for the modern day world of pop but i think it suits him!

savanaclaw — 🏜

i think leona is a little more of a romantic than he’s willing to admit. it obviously wouldn’t show in the game but it bleeds a lot more into his tastes. the man may not know how to dress but he can treat a lady well! so i think he listens to classic jazz. he would definitely dance in the kitchen with you while listening to “somethin’ stupid” by frank sinatra! it maybe be hard to believe but underneath all that rough fur is a good person who wants to love as much as he wants to live.

ruggie’s felt a little too obvious to me. golden age hip hop! again, nothing too new but i like the idea that he somehow stumbles upon the most under appreciate artists ever and goes to their live shows! live shows that are mostly basement concerts lol. i can see him growing up on MF DOOM, though. his grandma probably subjected him to a lot of The Jackson 5 too! grammy don’t need fancy!

jack was another one that gave me a hard time. ok, honestly, i had a hard time with 3 other characters on this list but i did some more thinking and i’m content on my stances now! anyways, jack isn’t a very hardcore guy. in fact, i think he’s pretty classy. i think he listens to jazz pop. im specifically thinking of michael bublé. fun fact, it’s a popular headcanon that jack is canadian and michael bublé is listened as canadian pop lol. i didnt even realize that until i looked up what genre he was

octavinelle — 🪸

azul was another one that gave me trouble. im joking when i say this but i think he’d listen to those alpha bro podcasts and says that music is a waste of time. but as a serious answer? jazz blues. maybe even soul blues if he’s feeling like listening to something with lyrics. duke ellington feels like it would be a good fit!

floyd listens to vocaloid and i will refuse to elaborate on this.

…

oh still here?

ok im joking, of course. gotta have a little fun on this blog and keep you on your toes. but hes pretty unpredictable and loses interest in things very easily. i think there’s no one genre that he gravitates towards. he just finds specific songs he likes and listens to them until he gets bored. his playlist is awful because he goes from musicals, to pop, to Debussy in one sitting. it’s genuine whiplash to give jaxe the aux because you don’t know what you’re gonna get when he hits shuffle.

i’m still right though. this man would listen to vocaloid.

jade is interesting because not a lot of things can keep his interest. it’s easy to say he’s like floyd and has a wide taste in music but that’s way too easy. plus, he has a genuine system going on in his head. while there is no pattern in chaos, there needs to be some semblance of pleasure. so i think he’s a fan of noise rock and hardcore. jesus piece is a definitive. you never know what’ll happen in those songs. each moment is filled to the brim with noise that doesn’t even leave you a moment to think. jade would be a fan of that.

scarabia — 🏝

it’s pretty canon that kalim prefers folk party music. he’s seen in multiple vignettes hosting parties where there’s live music that he plays in. but i wanna add something. the whole reason why he joined the pop music club was because of lillia’s performance where he had his little screamo moment, right? i don’t think it’d be that much of a stretch to think he’d be into that music wise. so i think kalim could really be into industrial and hyperpop! but really, he can be into anything just as long as it’s loud and amps him up. rob zombie, most likely. nothing more violent than that! he’ll feel bad :(

jamil is the one i’ve thought about the most. he IS my oshi, after all. i think he listens to a mixture of dance pop, disco pop, and a bit of female oriented rap. jamil is a munchkin and proud. he wants something to make him feel hot because his only coping mechanism is how he maintains himself. its easier to feel hot by yourself when youre listening to music than to deal with the idea of being perceived! :D

pomefiore — 🍏

vil definitely listens to pop. i think that’s a given for any influencer. but i also think he has a secret love for musicals! he’s most likely a classically trained actor, after all. all pomefiore kids give me the vibe of theater kids, especially because theyre actors. ride the cyclone is probably a favorite among him. and wicked. especially wicked.

rook is the one that gave me the hardest time. i didnt exactly know what he’d like to listen to because… frankly he doesnt share next to anything about himself so its near impossible to do a reading on him. like, genuinely, what the fuck. but yk. he IS a fanboy of neige. it isnt hard to imagine he likes k-pop and j-pop (or the twst equivalent). honestly, the idea that he’s a stan is so funny to me that i cant imagine him listening to much of anything else. that man writes fanfiction can poetry be considered fanfiction? about his classmates!!! he can be considered a stan!!!!!!! just an extremely eccentric one

ngl i dont know a lot about asian pop but uh… i like MAMAMOO and MOMOLAND???? literally cannot give you recommendations for this one soz

epel’s music taste came to me the moment i played chapter 5. country rap that’s a little misogynistic. yes epel is one of those kids who went thru a “i hate women” phase when he was younger because he didnt know how to grapple with his own ideas of how to be comfortable with his masculinity and femininity and wanted to uphold traditional gender roles due to a lack of fundamental misunderstanding of feminist theory and how the patriarchy includes men and a general insecurity of his body. i cannot give you recommendations because i am not a misogynist and the only country rapper i like is girliepop

ignihyde — 🎧

idia’s music taste is already confirmed. premo is said to be a hardcore metal idol group that has concerts until everyone passes out. i get a lot of people think he listens to vocaloid and other internet famous genres but tbh i think he thinks that hes too good for that shit. idia is a hipster before he is a nerd. idia would listen to PassCode, a heavy metal idol group. the only difference between it and premo is that PassCode has a more eletronica feel to it. itd fit right at home with our resident leet speak gamer. this is my PassCode propaganda post. listen to PassCode.

i cant say what orthro’s music taste is because i havent played through chapter 6 yet (im trying to upgrade all my srs to level 30 first). but i dont think he’d listen to music. this can be amended tho when i play thru it and i feel like my position has changed

diasomnia — 🪡

malleus was not hard for me at all. to be fair, i originally wrote all of these down on an instagram post and by the end, i was a little delirious. or just in tune with my creativity. either way, i was on a roll. i think malleus would listen to a mixture of musicals, opera, and ballet. it very specifically needs to be classical music that has a performance with it. considering that malleus is kind of a gamer, i think his attention span is a little short to stand an hour of pure music. plus, theyre things you can be invited to and experience with friends / family. imo, he’s a fan of swan lake and the phantom of the opera. something so hauntingly beautiful you cant look away with the added bonus of being able to peer into the tragedy of mortality and the human condition.

lilia listens to screamo and i have nothing to elaborate on that. i pray everyday that he listens to be your own pet. he probably has and legally that means i must sacrifice my life for him

silver would listen to bedroom pop. get it? ehhh? wow tough crowd. but i think he’d listen to bedroom pop because despite everyone’s attempts to get him into metal as an attempt to keep him awake, the slow and sleepy melodies of mxmtoon singing about simple joys in life is just too enchanting to turn away. hes a human first before hes a retainer. humans cant help but indulge in the simple pleasures

sebek was only tricky because i do not care for his character. for everyone else, i have some sort of interest in them but diasomnia just… doesnt exactly appeal to me for some reason. anyways, i think he’d listen to new age jazz. new age jazz is pretty easy to understand and can be as loud or as soft as one wants. probably something with instrumentals because he wants to focus on whatever hes doing rather than the music. new age and not the classics because he is still 16 and like… not as old as malleus lol

— thanks for reading ~

[mooutchi]

My first every fanfiction i actually wrote for my friend @raven8224 :3 it was actually fun even if im not the best at writting but i think it was good enough to post it so yeah uuh if people read that then i hope youll enjoy 😈

Tw for mention of blood and mention of death ((its not the main topic tho))

Exhausted. They were exhausted. Did they even felt like that all their life ? Hard one , they didnt know the answer. Maybe it has been years since they started to get exhausted of life and the goddesses tricks.

But right now , Link was exhausted and they knew it. Being thrown in the void wasnt the most fun thing they could wish for. Especially when this black hole made them fall in a another forest that they didnt know. It wasnt the lost wood. It wasnt the path for either their home -if they could still call it that way- or Termina. On top of that... they didnt have any mask. Only the Keaton and...Kishin.

So they kept walking. Walking and walking , knowing that today was going to be a long day. Sometime tripping on a rock because of their sore legs , sometime hitting a tree because they were too distracted to watch their steps. Tired , tired , tired. It was the only word in their mind. They wanted to take a nap...a nice bed. They could already picture the perfect 12 hours sleep they would get !-

Until they tripped again ! This time too numb to move fast enough to be back on their feet. Their head was the first thing that touched the ground , their knees just after. Hard enough for the skin to get wounded by rocks , slightly bleeding. Some grumpy small sounds came from their dry throat as they grunted , trying to pick on the skin to make the rocks and dirt go away. Their eyes fixated on the wounded skin , they caught something in the corner of their sight. Something blue...shining. So bright and beautiful.

In a quick move , they were up ! They ran. They ran and ran. They ignored the pain from the stretch of his mucles. They ignored how they wanted to give up. They ignored how they were tripping again and again , by forcing themself up repeatedly. Until they finally reached the light. They didnt want to think too much about what they saw there. They hopped they wouldnt see those kind of things anymore. Blood. Bodies. From both monsters and humans. Death... they almost forgot the sapphire blue that caught their eyes minutes ago. Until someone came. Almost running to them , dropping on his knees to cup their face , checking for wounds or blood. Link looked at the boy... he was big. Like when they first pulled the mastersword. And they didnt like how the soldier's face frowned at the blood from their nose because of the fall earlier. They watched his mouth opening and closing..but no sound. Or maybe Link lost their earing after the moon crash ? -Did it happen ? No. They were sure no. But it was still so clear in their mind..the people screaming. The earth shaking. The mask of majora...no , skull kid's laugh-

"Hey ! Listen !"

The small bell sound completely took Link by surprise. They looked around , looking at the small ball of light flying around the soldier who was holding their face , wiping the blood from the kid's nose.

"Are you alright ? You seem a bit shaken up."

It seemed like the fairy was talking to them...it took them a small moment to understand she was just speaking a bad Hyrulian and not fea language. They didnt answer...they couldnt keep their eyes away from her. Her hair was too light. Her lighting too clear and white. The tone too purple. Her clothing attire too fancy. So many accessories.... It wasnt her ! It wasnt her...

Before they could even think about running away , they got scooped up by the man with a ridiculously long scarf , the fairy talking with him. His fairy. Link was right. Today was going to be long. Longer than what he though.