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Giving Them the Bouquet {Stardew Valley: Alex, Elliot, Seb, and Shane}

Yes, some fluffy confessions from all the marriage candidates. I always wanted them each to have a different reaction but they all pretty much say the same thing T_T

Giving them the bouquet before the ten heart event also always confused me, since they always end up confessing even though the bouquet symbolizes dating? I’m not quite sure. I’ll just assume most of everyone is shy or something lolol

Also, I’d like to apologize for my long hiatus. I’m going to be slowly, but surely, answer (almost) everything in my inbox. I swear I’m not ignoring any of you T_T

I hope this makes up for it, at least a little bit.

Anyhow, enjoy the story!

Alex:

After getting the letter from Pierre (who somehow creepily knew about your not so obvious crush on Alex), you rush to the store to get the bouquet. Sure, you literally had no plan on what to do, but you were already struggling with your feelings towards Alex and how to tell him. Even if it was super creepy of Pierre, you were not going to waste this opportunity!

For a moment, as you stood at the entrance of his house, shaking in your boots as you waited for someone to answer the door, you wondered if you really HAD to go through with it. I mean, surely it wasn’t too late…but before you could even turn around, Evelyn opens the door.

She greets you warmly, and then sees the bouquet. If you’re easy to fluster, I’m sorry. She’s going to giggle at you and probably say some things like;

“Oh my… You must be giving that to my dear grandson, yes?”

“They’re so beautiful, just like you, my dear. Alex is so lucky to have someone like you.”

“Ah… Young love… I remember when George had given me a bouquet all those years ago…”

“I’ll prepare the vase while you go talk with him. He’s in his room.”

She means no ill will, she’s literally sunshine and innocence mashed into an elderly woman.

She’ll happily invite you inside, and I imagine you’d just book it to his room after an encounter like that. You probably take a deep breath once more before knocking onto his door.

He opens the door for you (and luckily he has a shirt on so you won’t be distracted :D), and his face lightens up the moment he sees you.

“Oh, hey farmer! I was actually just about to head over to the farm to check up on ya… I haven’t seen you all day so I just got a bit worried… B-But y-you don’t have to always talk to me! I-I mean I totally always want to talk to you-! W-Wait that sounds… Let me start over…“

You ask if you can come in, and he quickly lets you in, cursing under his breath since he believed he was acting stupid. He closes the door, but right when he turns around, he’s beyond shocked.

You, the person he believed to be the cutest thing in Pelican Town since you had moved here, had a large bouquet of flowers in your hands, holding them out for him to take. He kept looking between the flowers and you, pretty unsure what to do tbh

It’s not until you finish your confession that he actually takes them, a super cute, but goofy smile spreading on his face as he rubs the back of his neck while holding the flowers close to him.

“I-I’m really happy you told me…! T-Thanks! I-I’ll totally accept this, yeah!”

It might seem like a really weird way to accept your feelings but give this man a break. He seems confident but he can just make himself flustered so quickly.

He’d probably ask you a lot of questions pretty quickly. He’s kinda a flustered chatterbox if you couldn’t tell.

He’d ask things like how long you had liked him, or if you knew he liked you, or what he could call you, etc.

You’d probably have to make him stop talking, but he’d still be so happy either way.

After a bit, Evelyn walks into the room with a vase, which sure, flustered you and Alex a bit more than previously, but it’s quickly lightened up with a plate of cookies, and an invite to dinner.

Even if you’d only given the bouquet to Alex like 20 minutes ago, he’s already planning a date to the saloon <333

Elliott:

I actually imagine Elliott would be quite a comforting person to be around, so compared to some of the others, while still be scary, it’s be a way more chill confession, if that makes any sense what so ever

Maybe it’s because he’s a romantic, so he’d understand no matter the outcome. So for this, we’re gonna say you’re a little excited to tell Elliott. Definitely nervous, but at least you’ll get it off your chest!

You bought the bouquet, and pretty much skipped out his house. When you arrived at his door, you were surprised to see he wasn’t there. He usually stayed at his house during this time, and surly he would have let you know. He usually let you know of any schedule changes he had so you two could always spend time together.

Willy had been walking by and saw you waiting at the door in a confused sort of trance.

“Ah, Farmer Y/n… You just missed Elliott.”

You ask if he knows where Elliott had gone. He lets out a laugh and winks at you.

“Yep. He told me he was headin’ to Pierre’s… Said he wanted to get a bouquet for a very special person.”

Willy let out another laugh, but was horrified to see how heartbroken you looked. He didn’t mean that in the way that you think at all. Your head held low, causing Willy to panic. You had run off before he had a chance to clear it up.

You had run off back to the farm, passed all the concerned villagers. When you got home, you gently tossed the bouquet onto the table and fell flat onto your bed, and stared up at the ceiling.

What you didn’t know was that Elliott was looking around frantically for you. He had no idea where you could be! Maybe you were in the mines? Or maybe you went to Ginger Island, or the Skull Caverns? He’d already been by your farm a couple times before you went home, so he just assumed you weren’t home.

At the end of the day, he walked home in defeat, the bouquet in his hands as he dragged himself to his house. Willy had stayed up specifically to tell him what had occurred, since he felt awful for it. Elliott wasn’t mad, but actually both worried and flustered over the news he was given.

You came to his house with a bouquet?? Were you going to give it to him????? WHY DIDN’T HE JUST WAIT A LITTLE LONGER THEN-

He thanked Willy before heading off to bed, already setting his alarm clock to the earliest time possible.

You had woken up from the knocking on your door. It wasn’t too surprising, since the villagers sometimes did have the tendency to wake you up even earlier than you already woke up. It was probably the fact you’d been pretty upset over the Elliott thing that you were a bit grumpy to answer the door. You contemplated even getting up, but did so anyway. You groggily opened the door, but woke the hell up when seeing Elliott at the door, bouquet in his hands.

It all suddenly clicked, and you felt a little embarrassed for before. It was a bit visible on your expression, but Elliott didn’t seem to mind, and only focused on you with a flustered, but loving smile.

You sat in silence for a second. Before Elliott could even speak, you held your hand up to quiet him for a moment to run and get the bouquet you had gotten for him, running back to the door with it in your hands.

Both do you were practically tomatoes from being so red. Elliott’s smile widened, bending down a bit to get a bit closer to your face.

“Mind if I come in? We can talk over breakfast.”

Oh you’ll definitely talk

Shane:

Honestly, I imagine you’d be super hesitant for a couple days after you received the letter from Pierre. It’d probably be a couple days of a lot of thinking and consideration.

Then, one day, Jas had approached you.

You had grown a bit closer to her when you befriended Shane, and she seemed to really enjoy your company. She always wanted to play with you and sometimes joined you and Shane when you hung out. So usually, it wouldn’t bother you if she approached you, but it was raining pretty hard. You essentially screeched like a barbarian when you saw her drenched in water before you had dragged her under a large tree at the farm.

You rambled a bit about her, mostly regarding her health and the chance she could get sick in this weather.

“Sorry… I just needed to ask you something…”

She looked a bit saddened, but you quickly explained to her that you weren’t mad, just worried. And she could ask you anything, just preferably not in the rain. And since your house was the closest, you had urged her inside.

You brought her a towel to dry off, then turned on the fireplace. You had also made the two of you some hot chocolate, and Jas was more than delighted to drink it. As you both sat near the fire, Jas had asked you the big question she had come all this way to ask;

“Are you in love with Uncle Shane?”

You choked on your hot chocolate, but Jas just stared at you innocently. You didn’t really deny it, mostly because you were recovering from choking on the hot chocolate, but as soon as you did, your first question was why she wanted to ask such a thing.

“Miss Penny read us a fairy tail where the people in the book were in love, but they didn’t tell each other. It reminded me of you and Uncle Shane. You two are always red around each other and get nervous.”

You stuttered over your words, trying your best to come up with a response, but to no avail. Jas just smiled.

“You should tell him! He really likes you too. He never stops talking about you. And he gets all smiley.”

Is that true??? SERIOUSLY??? DID JAS JUST TELL ON SHANE?!

Afterwards, Marnie came in search of Jas, and the little girl had left. Though, the things she had said never really left your mind. That was probably the moment you had made the decision to give Shane the bouquet.

The next day, you headed straight to Pierre’s after taking care of your farm. And afterward, headed straight to Marnie’s barn, since it was Shane’s day off… You bumped into Jas on the way, who was pretty excited when she realized you were going to tell him. She had to go off and play with Vincent, but her mood was brightened and she skipped her way to her friend.

You pretty much went straight to Shane’s room, bouquet behind your back. Shane opened the door, and the moment he saw you, a smile spread on his face.

“Oh, hey Farmer. What’s up?”

You ask if you could talk, and Shane gets visibly nervous. I feel like if anyone hears the words ‘let’s talk,’ they panic a little.

Once you two were alone, he was shifting a bit. It made you feel bad to get him all fidgety, since it wasn’t your intention to make him a bit frazzled. But, you were here to do what you had mentally declared you were going to do. You pulled out the bouquet, and the second you did his eyes are wide, and his face flushed up.

You managed to get out your confession pretty well. You were as fidgety as he was in the beginning, but in the end, you had the courage to look him in the eyes.

He looked a bit worried, and looked away a bit shyly. It made you think for a second that he was going to reject you, but that wasn’t really the case.

“I… I really�� I feel the same about you. But don’t be offended when I say this… Are you sure you really like me? I mean… I’ve struggled. I still struggle. I just want to make sure you’ll be happy with me if this is really what you want.”

Comfort him.

Tell him the honest truth; That you do indeed want this, and you want him. You really love him, and you want to be happy with him.

After that, he’d take the bouquet, albeit, a bit shyly.

“I-If you’re sure… Then… I’ll accept this. Thank you…”

Sebastian:

I imagine there would be a lot of thought and consideration, like Shane. You definitely love Sebastian, no doubt about that. It’s more the concern should you tell him or should you not. Plus, most assume that he likes Abigail. All of that would be a lot to consider.

However, you my dear have the determination to be honest with your feelings. Despite everything, you really wanted to tell Sebastian, even if it didn’t end well. Plus it almost felt like he knew at this point with how obvious you thought you were being.

So, you bought the bouquet. It made you a little more nervous when looking down at the bundle of flowers, since Sebastian didn’t really favor flowers in any way. But maybe it’d be the meaning that he’d truly appreciate? You didn’t know at this point, only getting more and more nervous the closer you got to his house.

Though, you could quickly tell when coming inside that something wasn’t right in the house. Robin looked grumpy and her husband wasn’t anywhere in sight. Robin barely even took notice of you, grumpily shaving down some wood.

You were kinda happy about that though. It’d be a bit awkward for Robin to fawn over you right before you were going to confess to her son-

Anyhow, you walked inside of his room, freezing up a bit when seeing Sebastian sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall with an angry expression. He seemed deep in thought, not even noticing you at the door.

He eventually saw you when you sat down beside him, the bouquet behind your back as you looked at him with concern. You were quick to ask Sebastian what was wrong. Had something upset him?

Sebastian let out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “Demetrius is what’s wrong. He got into a fight with my mom about me, saying I should be out of the house by now... He never brought Maru up at all though.”

Demetrius’ favoritism always made your blood boil. He seriously had no right to treat Sebastian in such a mean way. And frankly, you didn’t like the way he talked to Robin either. You were quick to side with Sebastian, letting him know of such to. You assured him he did nothing wrong, and Demetrius had no right to say that.

Obviously, it felt weird to give him a bouquet in that moment, so you just... hid it behind your back. You had pretty much given up on the idea of telling him now... But hey, maybe another time.

But obviously, Sebastian can see the colorful abundance of flowers brooding from your back, and so of course he would ask.

You tried to avoid it, even trying to blame it on the ol' farming excuse, but Sebastian wasn't impressed. He sighed, looking down at the ground with a frustrated expression.

"You're giving someone a bouquet, aren't you?"

His expression morphed from frustration into sadness.

"...Just go and give it to them... You don't have to pity me anymore."

you stared in utter bewilderment. Did he... not even consider these were for him? You quickly pushed the bouquet into his hands, correcting him and saying they were for him, not for anyone else.

His face was flushed in red as he stared at you with wide eyes.

"...S....Seriously?"

You'll have to tell him a few times they are for him. He'll always need to hear it a few times before it really kicks in.

He takes a shaky breath, looking down at the bouquet as a slow smile stretched on his lips.

"Cool... cool... Thanks."

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ad0rebrial · 28 days

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Very affectionate! reader / Touch-starved! Sal?

(got from ur prompts:3)

(and maybe the “you’re a very touchy person”) prompt:3)

Awww! My first request that has used one of my prompts! Thank you so much, Anon! 💜💜💜💜

Prompt ~ “You’re a very touchy person..”

When it comes to Sal it kinda never got all those touchy things. His dad may hug him but it isn’t as frequent as he would want it to be. Alongside with his late mother who had that motherly touch is now gone and he can never get that back.

It’s really tough but after he’s gotten older he he doesn’t really crave someone’s touch as much as he did when he was younger.

When you can’t into the picture or was a totally different feeling. When you two were just close friends you still were very affectionate. When you guys were to meet up or hang out no matter it be with your other friends or just each other you would always greet him with a comforting hug. When you first did it he stiffened up but not out of being uncomfortable just it surprising him. The way your fingers would find their way to his hair it makes him get all fuzzy inside. He enjoys it when you play with his hair but he loves it when you massage his head. Due to him wearing that mask all day (and may find himself wearing it to bed) he tends to get tender in some spots where the straps would lay due to them causing that pressure that he’s used to. Definitely massage those areas!

Soon enough, you two became a close couple! This also means that he had much more access to your overly affectionate nature. He doesn’t dare to count how many times you kiss him, hold his hand, hugging him, or just standing close by him to where you two are touching. He can’t help but feel his heart beat fast when you do these lovable gestures. In someone else’s eyes they would just see it as couples being couples but Sal sees it as something so much more important.

Sal also wants to be affectionate with you as well. There were some pretty awkward times where he made the great mistake of asking Larry for advice and it only ended up embarrassing himself or making it very awkward.

Ex:When he pinned you to the wall that one SINGULAR time (he never did that shit again..) and he had said, “Hey there…um…beautiful? Shit—th-that wasn’t a question your really beautiful—! I-I mean—F-Fancy seeing you…here…??” If you were to just stare at him like he was crazy he would hold back tears honestly. If you were to laugh at him at how cute he is he was be very flustered. It’s not a good look!

“You’re a very touchy person, y’know that right?” Sal would say to you when you cuddle up next to him. You would laugh at this and just agree because you heard that a whole BUNCH! That’s just part of your nature. You love expressing yourself through physical touch whether it be romantically or platonically.

One last thing, when you guys become couples he gets pretty sad when he sees you hugging one of you guy’s friends :( he doesn’t like himself for it because he knows that you don’t mean anything bad by it and it’s just the way you are. If you notice this please talk to him about it so that he is able to set some boundaries with you! He probably won’t because he doesn’t want to seem like those “Toxic and controlling and mean” boyfriends!

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cringequeenwrites · 3 months

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hi <3 id like to request larry johnson smut. i have this idea of just like laying around being lazy with him, talking about his art, music, maybe even smoking a little. as he’s comfortably rambling with you, he keeps trailing off getting distracted by looking at you. he starts grabbing at your thighs (super obsessed with them) and listing off phrases of adoration about you. just overall super lovey, entranced by you, almost can’t help himself but just being all over you. just some guilty pleasure lazy lovey smut plss 😭😭

Sorry for taking so long I was in art block for a hot minute, long intro,fluff,love making smut >>

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The Artist’s muse

Art credit: @deordah on instagram

You woke up begrudgingly to the buzz on your phone. The rectangular light emitted shadowed your bewildered, but sleepy features as you grasp your phone with your eyes still closed. Once you could lift the weight of your eyelids you could just see a text from your boyfriend.

‘Come to my room, I need your help.’

You muster a groan before slugging off the bed before putting on some more appropriate pjs to where before sliding on some fluffy slippers and exiting your apartment to trudge into his. Times like this you feel grateful that you live in the same complex as your lover.

The elevator shuddered and reeked of cigarettes and mildew finally stopped and you exited. Softly opening is shared apt door to not wake his mom up with the spare key she gave you a couple months back. In her words Larry made too much noise trying to sneak you in himself than you actually coming normally.

You lock the door behind you and shuffle to his bedroom. The deafening silence of your slippers and his music looming vibrations into the thin wall made you feel almost invisible like a ghost. The familiar smell of burning marijuana and incense filled your nose.

You open his door and slide in to close it behind you. He hadn’t notice your presence yet. You spotted his figure behind a canvas atop of his big easily that also blocked the door way. Most likely the cause of him not noticing you come in. His vinyl player playing a more low and somber tone in contrast of the typical metallic death metal.

You scooted to the side, he still doesn’t notice you. But now you see he’s hyper-focused and high painting something. You see the shapes and color of a figure but you can’t tell what it is yet. You see him put down his paint brush with his brows furrowed as he takes another hit from his blunt, reaching for his phone.

‘Hurry up’

‘I’m right next to you dumby.’

You waited for text to deliver, to ping his phone, and to fully read your one sentence before lifting his head up like a barn owl. You see him jump in his stool and almost fall back. “Jesus fuck, sals a bad influence on you, you know that?” You chuckle at his response and move closer, hugging his tall frame as an apology. “What did you need help with larva.” Larva was the nick name you gave him because you grimaced every time you used larr-bear. Larva being way cuter you argued. You boyfriend who had mixed feelings about being compared to a worm, got back to what he wanted to say.

“I need you to pose for me, I wanna paint ya.”

You paused and looked at him, looking in his features to decipher if he was messing with you or not. His eyes stared back at yours with honesty and the white of his eyes a more pink from weed.

He then wrapped his arms around you to pick you up. You wide eyed and flattered at first, now flustered and in the air. “How bout,no..actually hold on.” He muttered before he flopped you on the bed with heist as he rearranges the position of his easel. You were torn with emotion. Flattered that your boyfriend wanted to paint you, but tired because it’s almost two and half in the morning.

You steal the neglected blunt off his nightstand as he fumbled with his pants. Still lit and burning you inhale while just accepting what’s happing. Still half asleep as you stare off into space. “You’re so pretty you know that?” His voice dipping an octave with his brush against the canvas. “I’m tired.” You almost whispered, even talking normally felt like too much work right now. “I mean it, you’re so fucking beautiful.” You say nothing unintentionally,zoned out from sleep deprivation and the slow high as you inhaled the blunt with your lips touching the rolled up paper.

You’re unsure how much time has passed. Your mind brought back to Larry when you no longer hear the brush strokes and music from the player suddenly click off. You observe him turn of the lights, but still seeing his silhouette shuffle toward you. Climbing in the bed quietly, the light of your blunt being the only light emitting from the room.

He sits closer to you,not saying a word, but you can tell what he is doing. You give him the blunt, he cranes his head. you cup his cheek with your free hand and place the joint to his lips with your other hand. You two shared the dwindling blunt until it was just bits of burnt paper. Breathing smoke from his mouth into yours, feeling as if you’re sucking his soul.

“I love you.” He said. His head coming to rest on your shoulder as you put your hands around his neck. “I love you too, don’t ever wake me up this late again.” You hear his sudden chuckle, feeling his dopey smile on your skin. “I’m sorry, just miss you.” He continued. Pulling down your pj pants with your underwear. “You see me everyday.” You entertained him as you pulled his shirt off. “I know.” He huffed. Taking off your shirt he gave you years ago.

“I just want you here, I want your heart.. Your attention, I wanted to hear your voice. I don’t know how to put it. I even miss the smell of your clothes.”

He uttered through whispers. Shuffling his pants off to kick them away. Kissing the shell of your ear down to your neck. Hands on your waist as his legs intertwined with yours.

“I need you.”

He grabbed the lube from that laid on the covers from a couple nights before. Pouring a generous amount on his shaft. You lock his waist between you with your legs. He rubbed his cock between your folds,heat already emitting from the both of you. The squelching sound made by your mixture of slick and lube coating your lips as his tip plays with your sensitive clit. You let out a shuddered whimper from the teasing, earning a chuckle from the man above you. He then inserted the head in, pausing to give you time to adjust before sinking his length in. His thickness was something you never got used to, no matter how many times you two were together. He bottomed out with a huff. Pausing again to give you time to adjust. You ran your hands through his hair to signal him to go. He slowly thrusted but thoroughly pressed into your core when he made contact. Now spouting endless praise and encouragement to you. “You so fucking hot, fuck, your pussy is so good I could fuck you forever. Your noises are so fucking cute too. I love you so much baby you don’t even know.” He sped up to where you could hear the plaps and squelching of your skin together. Inching closer and closer before you were about to climax. “Larry I’m close-“ you could only warn too soon before you felt your legs spasm and shake as you gush around his cock. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he chased his high, thrust coming to a sloppy rhythm as he pumped his cum I side you, filling your pussy until it was spilling out as he pulled out.

“We can clean up tomorrow morning.” He exhaled, still lying on top of you as he drew the blanket covers over the two of you. “I love you.” You whispered with soft huffs. “Love you too.” He said, falling asleep with your arms around him.

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atinylittlepain · 7 months

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Chapter Two

no-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!oc

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warnings: dark themes surrounding history of domestic violence, references to physical injury, heavy emotions (hope can also be heavy)

a/n: all i have to say is thank you for reading, and i'd love to hear what you think

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Oh, come child

In a cross bones style

Oh, come child

Come rescue me

'Cause you have seen some

Unbelievable things

Crossbones Style by Cat Power

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Not comfort. Not exactly ease either. Familiarity maybe. Both of them settling into a routine configured around the other. She likes to help with the animals whenever she can, getting up as early as him, no task too daunting or dragging for her to say no to it. Just the other day she helped him trim back the sheep’s hooves, not even flinching when one of the girls tried to give a jerky kick underneath their ministrations, all shush and soothe in her flicking ears as Joel got the job done. She understands flight and freeze like that, at least in the animals.

They get done what chores they can in the morning before she has to get changed for work, the requisite light blue dress with the buttons down the front, an apron snug around her waist. She had made a joke about the fucking fifties the first time he saw her in her uniform, surprising him with the quick, crass humor, her half-grin as she got into the passenger seat of his truck.

He drops her off, heads into town or to the station, whatever needs to be done, and usually is done around lunchtime. He’s supposed to be watching his cholesterol, admonished by the one doctor in town two years in a row now. So he orders a salad with a sigh when he stops into the diner around noon, though Dolores will often tuck a few fries onto the side of his plate, a quiet smile when she sets it down in front of him. Maybe he’s been leaving bigger tips than is appropriate, maybe he made sure that the money in the jar on the counter would be going to her at the end of the day, a quiet conversation with Sal while she was in the back of the kitchen.

He lingers. Always an endless to-do at home, ignored in this instant, stealing a little extra time sitting at the counter, watching her flit and flicker around the regulars. She’s good with people, big, bright smiles that don’t quite round her eyes, laughs light as air, and as empty too. And he sees the quick slump of her shoulders when the customers aren’t looking, when she’s passing through the swinging door to the kitchen. Turn it on and turn it off.

But there’s someone new eating lunch at the diner today. One of those climber-backpacker types, all wired-down, tan muscle against shock-white teeth, flicking back his sun-bleached flop of hair, putting on a real show for her when she drops off his burger at his booth. It’d be rude to just keep looking, to turn around on his stool and stare the man down, so he listens instead.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Can I ask you something?” Like something small and slight being held in a fist, close to breaking or bursting, a cracked chirp of her answer, clearly flustered when she says um, yes, yeah.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a town like this?” That same sound, like she’s trying to make a laugh happen, though it comes out more like a held breath that finally gasps into an exhale.

“That’s kind of you, but I need to get back to work, excuse me.”

“Oh come on, where’s that midwestern hospitality you all seem to have?”

“Do you– can I get you anything else?”

“How about a smile, sweetheart? Just a little one, for me?” For a moment, it’s silent. Joel curls his fingers in a fist, over and over, flex and extend, his back still turned. Something hot and tight closes up in his throat when he hears the man sigh, and then laugh.

“There you go, prettiest thing I’ve seen since I left Denver. I’ll be thinking about you while I’m climbing this afternoon, sweets, thank you for that.”

“Shouldn’t be climbing in the afternoon.” He says it before he can stop himself, turning around on his stool, a thick flare of hate, maybe meanness, when he sees the uncertain curl of her shoulders and the slanted smile on the man’s face.

“Excuse me?” The man slings one arm over the back of his booth, body splaying and slumping toward Joel, trying to take up more space than he’s worth. A little bit of preening, a little bit of plumage.

“You’re likely to get yourself caught in a storm up in the mountains this time of year. I’m surprised such an expert man like yourself didn’t know that.” Arrogant, artifice, the man grins, eyes swooping back over Dolores as he picks up his burger with one hand, a wolfish bite that he tucks into the side of his mouth, the slow roll of his jaw as he focuses back on Joel.

“I don’t mind trying my luck. I usually come out on top. But thanks for the tip, pal, appreciate it.” He takes one more bite, half of his burger gone in two gnashing mouthfuls, all bright white teeth. With that, a quick clap of his hands together, fast heat rubbed between his palms, he pulls out a wad of cash from the front of his pack, leaving a crumpled fistful on the table before he stands with a sigh.

“Better head out. Thank you for the smile, sweetheart, I’m gonna remember that.” He tucks a smaller fold of bills into the pocket on the front of Dolores’ apron, and Joel can see the way her stomach tenses, curling back from the suggestion of touch. The word no flashes big and battering in Joel’s mind, though there’s nothing to be done, the man already shouldering his pack and sending a slippery slide of a smile his way before he’s swaggering hips-first out the door.

“You alright?” She doesn’t quite meet his eyes, even when he ducks his head down to try to catch her beneath her lashes. All he gets is a nod and a pointed sniff, and then she sets herself back into motion, ducking into the kitchen to pick up someone else’s order.

Dolores doesn’t like men, something he learned pretty quickly about her. The first time, when they went to the drugstore together and she wilted like a wan flower under Rod’s friendly conversation, that same curling up of her shoulders, that same drop to her eyes. It happened again when she met John one day at the small grocery store in town. She had been smiling, an easy conversation about palisade peaches being in season, quick to fall and fade when Joel introduced her to the man. Even John, with the disposition of a feckless golden retriever, had gotten that same reaction out of her.

She tolerates the customers at the diner, lots of nervous laughter and quick movement, her sneakers squeaking hard on the chipped linoleum floor. Warm with the few children in town, the women too. But no, she doesn’t like men. All uncertain angles, folding herself up close and tight and away. Honestly, it’s a small miracle she’s softened that snap, that shrink-back around Joel. Comfort in the known, he supposes. He’ll take it.

“Hey, you alright?” Again, he catches her on her way to another table, a quick flicker of her eyes and a nod, shrugging the trays held in her arms a little closer, already moving again. Softened, but still there, cagey, careful, and now coaxed up to a higher degree by that man, that fucking man.

Joel leaves soon after, not wanting to corner or crowd her. Back to routine. Back to the barn and the coop and the animals and all the things that must be done around them. Fall inches ever closer, a time that demands preparation. Work that promises completion and satisfaction when done well and right. Not easy, but simple. Maybe he’s careful to keep an eye on his watch, timing his drive back to the diner right before dinner, just as Dolores is stepping out of the storefront, her face furrowed down to the bills she’s counting in her hands.

“What’s this?” His turn to drop his brow when she gets into the passenger seat and holds out a thick fold of money to him across the console.

“This should cover the clothes, and that drugstore trip you made for me.” He stares at the money, his fingers curling tighter over the steering wheel. That was two weeks ago, nearly three now, and she’s already trying to make even.

“You don’t– I’m not keeping score. That’s yours.” Fast fall, flustered, a stuttered exhale, not what she expected, not what she wanted, her hand staying suspended between them, shaking the money lightly as if to entice him into taking it.

“But, I can’t. I–” What he’d like to do is reach out too, curl his hand over hers to close her fingers around that money, make it all hers. But she doesn’t like touch, even the accidental kind, something else he has learned. That quick tightness, that smalling if he brushes behind her in the kitchen in the morning, so he doesn’t. If their hands reach for the radio in the car at the same time, little fire passed between fingertips, and then her immediate recoil, so he doesn’t. And he doesn’t now either.

“You don’t have to. I was happy to, no score. That’s your money, Dolores.” Like she just swallowed something bitter, her face scrunching and then slackening as she nods, careful and quiet in settling her hand, and her money, back in her lap.

“Could I at least help with groceries?” A small compromise, for her to look at him again, if for nothing else.

“Okay.”

Here is what makes a town. Two blocks proper, a church at one end and a bar at the other. A second hand shop that sits slumped against the post office. A library that gets new books once every two years. A restaurant, the only other one besides the diner, the downstairs of a newly-established bed and breakfast that most of the residents have turned their noses up at. A police station that sits next to the simple steeple of the church, how fitting. And a grocery store, a small one, the nearest safeway a two-hour drive east. Joel had to look up what an IGA was when he first moved here.

And because everyone knows everyone, a trip to the grocery is never in and out, always getting stopped in the produce aisle, asked after while picking up a gallon of milk. Today, no different.

“Hey there, you two. Can I expect to see you at the little thing at the bar tonight?” The little thing Patty is referring to is the fact that it’s the end of the month. A peculiar tradition, not a party, just an agreed-upon herding of one another. Joel has thought to himself on multiple occasions that its real purpose is to make sure no one quietly died while people weren’t paying attention, a once-a-month census.

“I don’t know, Patty, maybe I’ll drop by, keep folks from talking too much.” Dolores’ confusion is clear, searching between him and Patty. Why he’s trying to keep this from her, he’s unsure.

“Well, I hope to see the both of you there.” Patty is a particular kind of woman. Here long enough for her word to have some power behind it. She lives above the secondhand shop alone, though Joel knows she has two sons, shown pictures of them, arms slung across her shoulders, that same slanted smile of hers on both of their faces. They don’t visit. And Patty doesn’t seem sad for it. She orders a specific kind of red hair dye once a month, Joel always seeming to catch her at the post office picking up the box with a distinct logo stamped on its side. Nice enough, a little brash maybe, but she’s always been open-armed with him. And she’s been kind to Dolores too. No questions, at least not to her, no staring or stirring, like it makes the most sense in the world that Joel suddenly has a woman staying with him that he has never mentioned before. So she doesn’t press now, leaves it at that, leaves them to the produce aisle, an easy greeting and goodbye.

“Are you gonna go?” Her hands are deft and discerning, cracking open and peeling back a pale green corn husk, a hoard of it on sale this year, fine silk tassels and that sweet, crisp, smell.

“Oh, probably not.” He holds open the produce bag for her, a quiet yeah when she asks if four ears is enough.

“I would go, you know, if you wanted to.”

“Do you want to?” She shrugs, the slight swing of the hem of her dress as she walks alongside him, zucchini and tomatoes.

“Patty seems like the kind of person who’s used to getting her way.” She doesn’t say it mean, only observation as she tucks two tomatoes down in the cart. He can feel a smile threatening at the corners of his mouth.

“She certainly doesn’t like the word no. We could stop by, if that’s alright with you?”

It is alright, and after dinner, summer spoils sweet and sated, he waits for her on the porch while she changes out of her uniform. It’s getting darker earlier, the sun already cracking and dripping between the mountains, everything hushing down orange and purple. Soon, it will be time for the sheep to spend their nights in the barn, and in the day too, during that deepest, tightest fist of winter. But for now, it’s quiet, save for the dull thrum of all the small, crawling things, air that’s only a relief in its coolness, not a worry.

“Ready?” Pretty, he thinks. Hasn’t seen that before, he thinks. Crisp white with fine little flowers embroidered along the neckline and the sleeves. The neckline, a new expanse of her sternum on display, the fragile flutter of it when he stares just a beat too long.

“Uh-huh, yeah.” Ready, dark enough that the headlights need to be flicked on, flooding yellow down the bare brush and scrub along the road. And then the bleeding neon glow of the bar on the edge of town coming into focus.

Shoes sticking in the syrupy grime of a few decades past, dim lights and a perpetual haze of smoke, something sad and slow drifting in on the jukebox. No pretense, no pretending that folks are here for anything other than getting a little drunk at the end of another day.

Patty is happy to see the both of them, offering a bottle that Joel accepts, and one that Dolores politely declines, though she still allows herself to be pulled along by the older woman, leaving Joel to make his rounds. The same questions, asked and answered, health and hearth and how are you. Fine, just fine. Except, a little distracted, quick glances over to the bar where Dolores is sitting. Patty still there with her, still getting her to smile, so fine, just fine until the next time he looks over.

Not Patty. Him. Big, bright shark tooth smile, fang and flare. Even more tan, skin tight and taut against quick-jumping muscle, all pumped and puffed out from his afternoon climb. A wiry arm slung around the back of Dolores’ chair, her whole body slanted and steeled toward the side as he leans in, lips pulled back in a sneer of a smile.

Whoever Joel was talking to, he’s no longer listening, no longer even feigning interest as he watches, trying to piece together whatever that man is saying to her by the way his jaw pulls with each of his words. Waiting, really, for any excuse to step in, to make this wrong right.

And then, enough, already in motion as he watches the man reach out, the backs of his knuckles brushing against her clavicle before she can jerk away. Gotcha, got you, gonna get you. All the ways the human body can recoil, say no, and all the ways it can refuse to listen.

He doesn’t catch the end of whatever the man is saying, words coming out on a quick bark of laughter that makes Dolores flinch harder, knuckles all curled up in her lap. He doesn’t care to know, a thick wash of no drowning it out. The thing is, Joel can get big, and loud, and mean, so mean. If he needs to. He can roll back his shoulders and set his jaw in a hard grind. He can make a fist and then make contact. He can make a man get small and get gone. But not in front of her. Another body to account for, a shivering down small body, a body that cannot bear any more violence. So he must settle for something else, a quiet heat, an expression on his face that he hopes is no enough.

“Is there a problem?” The man glances over his shoulder, all smile, all teeth.

“Hey, pal. No problem here. I was just telling this pretty thing about the climb I got in, wasn’t I?” He asks it with a duck of his head, trying to steal her gaze that she keeps on her hands in her lap. A habit of hers, the skin around her nails picked and pulled raw, soon to bleed with the way she’s worrying at them now.

“I don’t think she’d like to hear any more of what you have to say, pal.” A flicker of something animal, the man sucks his teeth, mouth screwed to the side before he sighs. Fire needs fuel, and he’s not getting any, certainly not from her. Something that sounds like not worth it as he sways himself out of the bar. Joel knows this kind well, blown in and out in a day, maybe two. Not a problem, not really, and he won’t let it become one.

“Thank you.” She gives Joel her eyes, a quick nod as he sits down beside her. Careful distance kept between them, space for her to spread back out, to unfurl, and she does, leaning back in her chair, a quick roll of her shoulders like she’s trying to shake off that shiver.

“I have no patience for people like that. Think they’re hot shit for hiking up a mountain when they’re just a nuisance.” Maybe he said too much, tempering his words with a swig of his beer, though Dolores seems to receive it, turning slightly toward him so he can feel the ghost of her knee brush against his.

“I just don’t like men like that.” He sighs, because what could he say to that? What hasn’t already been said in the slow fade of the bruises on her arms?

“Drink?”

“Yeah, please.”

It’s quiet between them for a while, each nursing a beer as the din around them lulls and lifts. He drums his fingers against his thigh, something steady while he tries to work a thick flood of words into something that might make sense, something that won’t make her recoil.

“Can I ask you about it?” She doesn’t look at him, focused on her thumbnail working the sticker off her bottle. But she does nod, lips pursed, long sigh like she needs to make room for what she’s about to say.

“All of it?”

“If you’re okay with that, yes.”

Yes, she’s okay with that. No, her husband wasn’t always the way he is now. He was kind until he wasn’t. Quiet until he wasn’t. The first time, silly. That’s what she calls it. A silly, stupid thing. The windshield of his car had gotten chipped while she was driving it. And she saw black with the way his hand guided her skull into the wall of their bedroom when she got home. Silly, she says, a wave of her palm like, no big deal, because not the worst of it. His stomach slurs and sickens.

She was a teacher, her lips curling around the memory like it tastes sweet. And then he told her to stop working. Command, not question. Gave her a careful fold of money each morning, like a child’s allowance, like a leash choked close and tight. What friends she had left told her to leave him, lovely sentiment, with what money? With what, with what, with what?

And then he got a gun. Waved it around like a second dick. A strange swagger, what the weight of such perfect destruction does in a man’s palms, slung on his hip, never far.

“Did he?”

“Once, right here.” Two fingers pressed to her temple, her eyes unblinking, expressionless. Though it’s gone just as quick, her fingers flexing and curling into a quick fist before settling back in her lap, unmaking memory.

She left then. With what, with what, with what? Nothing. A book in the passenger seat and a vague conception of the west meaning something like hope.

“You like to read?” Anything else will come out too harsh, too big with anger, so that will have to do. She seems relieved for it, shoulders settling and smoothing.

“Yes, I do.”

“We can get you a library card, if you want.”

“I’d like that.”

…

They go to the library the next day, and the man who works there just seems happy that there’s anyone new to give a library card to in the first place.

Dolores has already begun reading the first book in the small stack she checked out, quiet in the passenger seat the whole drive home. And later, when he leaves for his overnight shift, she’s on the couch, already halfway finished, lips parted and moving with the page.

“I’ll see you in the morning then.” Still startled by his voice, quick to shut her book and look at him, and like so many other times, he wishes he hadn’t said anything, had let her stay suspended in that ease.

“Alright, thank you again.” He’s still not very good at accepting that from her, a nod and a shrug of his shoulders, out the door.

Lately, these shifts have gotten tinged sour. Something anxious, something angry. Waiting, maybe. Willing. Wanting that car to come zipping past him on the black strip of the interstate. Wanting to chase it down. Wanting to do something that he shouldn’t want to do. He’ll come, he thinks. They always do. Men like that won’t give up the thing that makes them feel big so easily.

For now, Joel hunkers down in the car, radio off, quiet, waiting with all the other languoring animals for something that will sate. He replays what she told him in his mind, lets something dark curl around it, poison thoughts. But he has to ask himself why. All this care, all this concern, and all this anger, why? For a perfect stranger, who’s not really a stranger now. Been living around each other for nearly a month, so no, not a stranger anymore.

He likes her. An answer both simple and devastating at the same time. And is he just as bad as any other man? Finding a scared thing so very pretty. No, he cannot like her like that. He cannot like her like watching the rise and fall of her sternum, and he cannot like her like stealing glances of her every chance he can get. Because that is the last thing she needs. But care is allowed. Making something wrong the smallest bit right is allowed. A friend, a familiar thing, a comfort. All things he can do for her.

…

The sun is just starting to heft its golden belly over the mountains when he gets home, pale blue light and mist rising cool and shy in the brush. Usually, at this hour, she will already be up, making breakfast for the both of them that he always feels a bit bashful accepting.

But it’s quiet in the house this morning, still. Her book rests on one side of the couch, a rumpled blanket beside it. He doesn’t hear the old pipes groaning with the task of running water, the floorboards crackling with the fact of shuffling feet. And he shouldn’t but he does. Panic like a tight fist, like a heavy stone in his gut.

He knocks on her bedroom door, a quiet call of her name. Nothing. And he shouldn’t, but he does. So careful, so quiet in cracking open the door. Nothing. Bed still made, untouched. She must have spent the whole night on the couch. Why does that make his heart kick and quicken in his chest? The thought of her reading right through the darkness, the singular glow of the lamp tendriling out into the night.

Not here though. Did she? Could she? Would she? He feels drunk off this reality. But scared things have always been known to flee, haven’t they? To pretend at fragile trust until they find an opportunity to escape. Did she feel like she needed to escape from him? His palm tries to rub that thought out of his chest, real ache, real pain at the idea.

Fresh air, because his skull is already starting to throb with this. He steps out onto the porch and tries to imagine all the ways this leaving could have been done. He hates every possibility, every phantom flight that he can conjure. But no time to let it sting or steep, because laughter, a sudden, foreign peel of it. Hers, he’s never heard hers before. But there she is, rounding the corner of the coop, a few of the chickens following close on her heels, already their favorite between the two of them. And she’s talking to them, quiet murmurings from behind a smile, another quick burst of brightness.

“Hey, good morning.” Saying it to him, smiling at him, the biggest, best relief. He joins her, only a little grumble at the way the chickens squawk at his sudden intrusion.

“You figure out names for them yet?” One eye dropped in a squint in the brash wash of morning light, still smiling.

“I have some ideas, yeah.”

She’s here, how wonderful. And how awful, how quickly his heart seized and shuttered itself up at the thought of anything else. He can’t think about that too much, what that means. What danger that creates and threads through his ribs. So he focuses instead on breakfast, close in the kitchen, coffee for her with cream and a spoon of sugar, how he has found she likes it, silent sliding it across the counter to her where she’s stirring eggs in the pan. Always a thank you.

The table in the kitchen is so small that he has to keep his chair scraped back so his knees won’t brush against hers, making space for her to spread out.

“Thank you, for letting me stay so long. I know it’s not– you’re probably–” She stops herself, a sigh, chin tucked down. He could almost laugh, because here she is thanking him for what he was so afraid she didn’t want.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m glad you’re here, for as long as you’d like to be.” Trying to make it clear that this is not a cage, though the words still feel thick and foolish coming out. She swallows a careful bite of her breakfast, not looking at him, and again, he finds himself bracing for flight.

“I like being here.”

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devourers-of-god · 2 months

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Hii :D

for first i wanted to say that i love your blog and the way you describe the characters!

can i request HC of the characters on valentine's day? if you don't want to do it to everyone, it could be just Travis and Sal. i'll let you decide there, take as much time as you want and if you don't want to do it, everything is fine. (i hope i wrote it well, it's a bit difficult for me to write in english)

HIII! thank you so much for the compliments it is very heart warming :( SOrry im late about your request HAHAH I will indeed do Sal and Travis only,,, you know me so well anon ,,, You wrote everything perfectly !! I couldn't have guessed if you didn't tell me :) ILY REQUESTS ARE OPEN PEOPLE! LOOK ALIVE! /ref but plz everyone, read my carrd In my bio before submitting.. its upsetting to see asks that doesn't meet my rules...

SAL AND TRAVIS ON VALENTINES DAY

Type : Headcanons

Warnings: None! Mostly Fluff sorry y'all I don't write nsfw

SAL

= Sal prepared some things for you by the gentle help of Ashley, because sal didn't know how to please you and Ash is your best friend.

= I think Sal would make you a valentines boo basket like the ones you see on TikTok. Filled with your favourite chocolates and CDS, cute slippers, horror movie blanket, jewelry and some surprises connected to your interests.

= He would come by your apartment/house and wear ''clean clothes'' ( Jeans he washed the night before and his favourite shirt lol), with his nails freshly painted of a beautiful black colour.

= He also brought movies to watch, romantic ones you say? Hell nah this Sal Fisher, he brought horror movies that you would enjoy.

= You were so happy by his gifts that you jumped right into his arms and dragged him into your room, he cuddled and kissed you A BUNCH because boy was he happy his partner liked what he bought them. He filled your entire face with kisses, when Sal started he couldn't stop.

= After all the affection was received, you two were stuck on the couch, under your new blanket, cuddling and watching movies. For the occasion Sal took off his mask, only if no one was there that day, which made you very happy and flustered to see your lover's face after a long day.

TRAVIS (ARGHBHHH EEEK ^0^DNWAODNSNF)

= Travis already struggles with showing affection, it was very hard to warp his mind around celebrating for the first time in his life Valentines day with his boyfriend.

= He also had to ask Ashley because she's your best friend after all, she recommended following his heart and doing something classic to not stress him too much. And that he did!

= My sweet boy put on a suit for you and bought flowers, not just any flowers tho, Travis believe in flower language. Which is that every single flower has a different meaning when given. He carefully chose Daisies (I truly love you), Red Carnation (My heart aches for you), Honey Suckles (Devoted affection) and lastly, Salvia Red (forever mine). Yes he could've chosen classic roses but he felt like you might think that he didn't put in any effort.

= This boy is an hopeless romantic and decided to write you a letter about his true feelings since he was so bad at expressing them in front of you, words couldn't leave his mouth but they were flowing with the help of his fountain pen.

= He then picked up gourmet chocolates, a bit expensive but he thought it would make you happy. Ashley suggested that he makes a mixtape of your favourite songs on a cassette since you had a walkman. He made 2 mixtapes, one of your favourites and the other one is songs that reminds him of you.

= He showed up to your door in the evening and your jaw dropped, seeing your boyfriend in a suit made you feel things you've never felt before. He felt super happy by your reaction and the letter was so profound it made you cry. You also knew flower language and you were basically bawling because of the effort (and money) he spent on you.

OKAY DONE ! you guys can see that I prefer travis over sal oops,,, I hope everyone still loved it! plz plz plz send me things because im desperate.... I love you all guys.......

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vikkirosko · 3 months

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Omgg requests are open?😻

So can I request Sal fisher x male reader who is barely at school because of how often he's sick? Like sal didn't meet him until like 3 weeks after he moved. M!reader is like pretty popular too, so when news come out about him coming back to school it spreads fast and a lot of people talk bout it?

For M!readers personality I'm thinking he can be rude but it's usually from how tired he is, but he also can be pretty flirty but if someone he genuinely likes flirts back he gets really flustered?

-🤡

Also how are you?, I haven't sent in an ask in a while

Well, my business is pretty good. I have successfully passed the exams this semester and now I am waiting for the beginning of the next semester, in which, it seems, I should have practice, but this is not for sure. I've finally watched all the seasons of Rick and Morty that have been released so far, and I'm slowly buying new paintings by numbers. In general, everything is pretty good. And how are you doing? I hope you're doing well

🎮 Sal Fisher x male!Reader headcanons Often sick 🎸

You met Sal a few months after he moved in. He didn't see you at school and assumed that you had just moved in, but that wasn't the case. As it turned out, you had been living in this house for several years, but because of your weak immune system, you were often ill and skipped school. You were still sick, so you couldn't communicate for a long time, and it was only at school, when you were supposed to return to class very soon, that Sal found out that you were popular

The news that you were supposed to return to school soon spread very quickly and became the topic of a lot of conversations. Then Larry told him that you were popular, even though you were often sick. When you showed up at school, you were glad to see Sal again. You communicated as friends and sometimes you were rude, but usually these days you were tired and when you went to school together you could complain that you went to bed late and that you didn't get enough sleep and felt tired

Pretty quickly, Sal became someone you talked to a lot. Flirting flickered quite often in your communication. You were quite flirtatious with him and Sal was embarrassed by it at first. You weren't bothered by his prosthetic, and at first Larry claimed that it was part of your character. However, when Sal, who started having feelings for you, started flirting back, he saw how worried you were. This surprised the others, and Sal was able to understand that you actually liked him

You still often missed classes due to illness, but now Sal often went to you to bring homework, notes, snacks or medicines. You could get sick very easily, so Sal often reminded you to dress warmly or not to forget to take an umbrella. He was genuinely worried about you and you were grateful to him for that, because thanks to his care, your illnesses began to pass easier

When moving into a new apartment, Sal did not think that he would meet a person who would sincerely love him for who he is. He hoped that there would be no disagreements between you. He would like you to be together even after graduation, he would like to boldly tell his father about your relationship. Sal would like you to be happy together

#Sally Face #Sally Face x Reader #Sally Face headcanons #Sal Fisher #Sal Fisher x Reader

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liffy-feelin-jiffy · 6 months

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S5 Headcanons Part 2!

Also SkullAmiGorai mention hehehoohoo

Mask

Real name is Jacklyn, but they typically go by Jack

Got the ‘tism

Half sharkling. Bro doesn’t have a tail, but he’s got some fins peaking out behind his back and some razor sharp teeth. Munch munch munch. Their eyes are also a little weird looking too

Shady is his cousin btw. They keep in touch sometimes but they’re not that close

Omnigender, uses he/they/bro pronouns. They started using “bro” as a neopronoun for shits and giggles at one point until it kinda just became an actual neopronoun for him because they like it

Also Omnisexual and panromantic. Why is everyone so attractive???

Tall. Scrawny as hell. Eat a sandwich, bloke

Makes the most lewd jokes out of the group. Bro even grosses Aloha out sometimes-

Mask: “I need her to bend me over the stove and spank me with a spatula-“

Aloha: “WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO????”

Very congested voice. That’s hay fever. He gets it from his father, who got it from his father, and so on

“Nice argument, unfortunately I am at your front door with a blunt object” — debating online about which character should be invited into smash bros

I know his bitch ass kins that motherfucker Sal from Sally Face

Favorite video game would have to be portal 2. He’d like the plot, the story, and bro would love Glad0s to pieces 10/10 villain, she’s a mood. They also like RPGs, plenty of which he’s download off of an itch.io knockoff

This fool STANKS. Like, bro smells like cheap cologne and 50 day old stale pizza. Take a bath

The rest of the S5 and Mask’s family have definitely tried to give him a bath before. They failed 😞 /j

Just kidding, Mask showers once for two whole weeks. Sometimes they’ll go for three weeks

Has multiple socials. Bro doesn’t post much other than some random funny videos they catch of the boys doing stupid shit and cackling at them when they get hurt in the most ridiculous ways

Is actually depressed. Bro was acting like an edgy teen back when they were 14, but as they got older they do actually start developing depression. Bro isn’t suicidal or anything, or at least they don’t actively seek to harm themselves, but bro has this kind of… Depressive symptom where they would just have a lack of care for if they like got killed all of a sudden, even almost hoping it would happen. Instead of being all mopey and sad and crying themselves to sleep at night, Mask is really just in a numb state. They just don’t care about anything. They still pull through because of all their family and friends, and bro knows that leaving those people in his life wouldn’t do any good.

Bro gained his depression from his mom suddenly passing away when he was 18. She died in a horrible car crash. They were even the first to find out because he accidentally stumbled across the scene. It wasn’t too far from where they lived. Thankfully, Mask is seeing a therapist, but he’s having trouble opening up still.

Acts like a cat. Loves to cuddle, really lazy with their movements and mannerisms, and love bites. Nibbles on your hand like a creature

Plays the chello. At first he started playing because he thought that the low pitch of the chords were edgy, lmao, but then the sound of it felt soothing and it ended up growing on him. Bro plays it whenever he’s stressed out over something or if he just needs a moment to clear his mind. It helps them think better, too. He’ll play for you, but he’s usually flustered about it.

Crusty gamer, but they have a beautiful face. Aloha dramatically passed out when he saw Mask’s true face

Mask doesn’t really like to take his mask off in general. At first it was so bro could look scary and intimidating when bro was younger, but now it’s because they value their privacy. Plus, they find comfort in their anonymity

Aloha’s octoling roommate, Lilith, creeped the shit of him when they first met, even though they were kinda similar in how they acted. Bro was just really off put by her gigantic size and build, and the fact that she was missing an eye and had previously been part of the Octarian army—as an army captain no less. They actually ended up becoming friends after they just trauma dumped to each other one night during one of Aloha’s parties. There were tears and ugly sobs involved. Now? Don’t tell anyone, but Mask thinks she’s fine as hell (they like their women buff)

Hangs out with Bobble, even though her smile used to erk him to the end of the world. He also likes hanging out with Goggles, too. The both of them treat Mask nicely and bought him a game that he really wanted for their birthday, so now Mask feels like he’s indebted to them (that’s what he says, but bro just likes hanging out with them)

Real chill about it when Army came out as an octoling—he also then came out as a sharkling at the time, too. He was also the first to find out about Army having a crush on Goggles and he tried to hook ‘em up just for shits and giggles, and sort of to see what would happen. Bro did feel happy when they got together, but then they got flabbergasted when the two of them also got with Rider and Skull— “Wait, did I miss a few chapters? What the hell”

Skull

His real name is Sloan

Autism hiding up in here somewhere. Adhd, too

Also gay. Unlike Rider, he’s more open about it—or chill at least

He’s a kraken squid, one of the strongest creatures in the inkling and octoling genuses. Being a kraken squid not only gives him more animalistic traits in the way he acts, like being territorial and prone to snapping his teeth and growling, but he also has bones. Krakens are one of the only ones, besides leviathans, to have bones in the cephalopod class

That being said, he’s broken an arm at one point. He mentions it every so often like it was a fever dream and people look at him alarmingly because the way he broke his arm sounds absolutely agonizing

Besides the E-liter, he also likes using the krak on splat roller

Likes to wear goth punk style, either that or punk rock

Gives the most bombastic side eye

He says he tone deaf when he sings, but he can actually sing pretty good. It’s really soothing. He’s just really shy about his singing and uses it as an excuse not to sing. You gotta bully him into doing it (don’t do that tho, not nice) He can also rap pretty good, too. And he’s really good with the bass guitar and regular guitar

Has really beautiful tanned skin, because he stands out in the sun all day holding his e-liter in matches and he’s Scalican and knows Coralish (Splatoon pun of Mexican and Spanish) he’s got a bunch of tan lines, too

He’s been wearing his skull bandana for the longest to hide his sharp ass teeth to try to avoid people from getting spooked of him. Well, the skull on his bandana didn’t really help all that much, but he actually kinda liked the style because he felt intimidating for another reason other his real teeth.

He’s naturally strong as hell and tall as a skyscraper because he’s a kraken squid, and he’s been like that since he turned 14. It’s because of that lots of people are always intimidated by him, even when he tries to prove he’s docile (Kind of a discrimination thing he’s gotta deal with everyday 😞). But deep down he’s a gentle giant. Really trustworthy man, too. He also has sharp claws; they’re very pretty

Got into a few fist fights, some double sided and… one sided, between him and some drink tampering shmucks Aloha would catch at his parties or at his parents’ bar. He’s never started a fight, but he has sure as hell finished them all

He’s kinda insecure about handling kids and hatchlings. He loves them to death, but because of his giant, intimidating feature, he knows he’d be prone to accidentally freaking younglings out. It also has to do with the fact that his hatchling cousin started crying really hard the millisecond Skull tried to hold them in his arms one time back when he was like 12; He still hasn’t gotten over it. It’s kinda ironic though, because despite his intimidating form, lots of younglings and hatchlings actually really like him right off the bat. It’s probably because he’s actually really good with kids in general. He’d play with them, keep them out of trouble, and just knows what they’d need on a whim. He’s your go-to babysitter kind of guy

His favorite pastries are cannolis, his favorite cakes are cheesecakes, and his favorite candy would be all three flavors of chocolate. He had a crisis when he had to choose one team during the chocolate splatfest

Really territorial about his food. He growls if you get near him while he’s eating food, especially sweets. Not only that, but he’s even worse when he’s with a significant other. He’ll straight up snarl at you if he feels like you’re bothering them. He’d even snap his teeth like a dog at you. Leave him alone to cuddle with his boyfriens >:(

He does also growl and snarl when he senses danger, if he’s pissed off, or if he just wants to be left alone in general. He’s got a low, deep growl that can pierce your soul. It’s some freaky shit. It makes for a good warning to not cross him, cuz he will fuck you up bad.

He also purrs a lot, and LOUDLY. He loves to purr, it’s his own way of showing affection. He also likes to nibble, whether it be on your hands, neck, ear, anywhere. He’ll also play bite and it‘s so ticklish. He’s like a doggy 💜💜💜

He had a crush on Mask once, back when they played in Inkopolis Plaza, but it was mostly because bro was so affectionate with him. Mask was actually his gay awakening before he decided that he liked imagining Mask as more of a friend. Mask also made for a great wingman, anyways.

Skull fell for Goggles the same reason he fell for Mask, because he was so nice and affectionate with him—even though he flashed him to the public in the square (you had to be there). He was also intrigued by him because he admired how Goggles faced him so determinedly, even after Goggles lost against him. He was the first person who wasn’t afraid of Skull, and that really did confuse him for an extended amount of time

There’s also Rider; He got the feels for Rider after he faced up against Emperor. He too admired Rider for his determination, and that was when he began to realize he had a type—and that he was poly. You could also say their pep talk they had before Rider faced Emperor’s team had played a part in it. They also got closer during the ranked battle championship arc.

As for Army, well, he and Army bonded when he found out Army was an octoling. Skull kinda related to him, as he was also seen as different from other inklings in society because of his large and intimidating structure—though Army didn’t really have to face that, but he was shamed for who he was by his grandad so that was something he and Skull had somewhat in common. He was also there to comfort Army when he was going through it with his grandad getting arrested and everything. He even offered him a place to stay if he needed, even when Army assured that Goggles’ parents were happy to have him around. He’s also really grateful for the fact that Army always makes sure to be his reminder for a bunch of things and also keeps him from getting lost, and his curry is YUM YUM YUM (proof that good food makes a even the bad bitches fold)

He and Aloha’s friend, Lilith started out a bit rocky, but then they grew to have a mutual trust in each other. They also ended up becoming friends after Lilith heard him singing and started singing along (they’re both shy about singing)

Weekly ink rifle meet up with Headphones and Half Rim. Eventually they started inviting N-Pacer! It’s just when they spend the day doing friend stuff, cuz theyre friends now :)

Rider

Real name is Roe

Is BRI’ISH. Heavy British accent boi; “oi my names Rida’ ”

Dude is so tone deaf. But he can keep a beat pretty well. He’s tried to play the drums at one point, but he hasn’t played in a while. He has to have his drum set hiding in his house somewhere

Socially detached. He was taken advantage by other kids a lot when he was younger, and those memories never left him. He’s also had a few issues growing up, too, especially without his dad.

His father left him and his mom before he and his sister were even born. He doesn’t even have a good idea as to what he looks like since his mom took down every photo in the house that he was in since he left them. His mom refuses to ever mention him, and if Rider ever does she’s quick to change the subject. All he knows is that he inherited his father’s voice, and both he and Platinum inherited his nose and lips. Rider never knew why he left. But truth be told, he doesn’t care no more, he’s got so many more people to worry about nowadays

He has a twin sister btw. Her real name’s Rinet (it’s Renet but it’s just spelled differently), but her nickname is Platinum. She wears the white inky rider and she mains the golden aerospray. She’s kinda an asshole but she’s a pretty fun friend to have around. She and Rider used to be in the same team until he got sick of her shit because he thought she was such a snooty player and decided to go his own way; eventually finding his own current team. Every so often, if one of his teammates get sick or unavailable, she automatically fills in for them.

Platinum doesn’t play turf war or ranked battles that much. She’s mostly seen doing Grizzco shifts to try to help her and Rider’s mom pay the bills and get their mom closer to retirement; it’s also to save up money for college. Rider wishes she would quit someday, as he doesn’t trust Grizzco industries and their “policies” and work environment. He doesn’t admit it, but he worries about her a whole lot.

Pretty skilled with the E-Liter. He likes to stick with the no-scope; inspired by Headphones, in purpose of keeping an eye on his team.

He and Wireglasses weren’t related. They did grow up in the same neighborhood as kids, before Wireglasses moved to Splatsville with his parents. It made Rider kinda sad because they were actually good friends, one of the only real friends he ever really had before blue team. When they met again after he went to Splatsville, they gave each other a big ol hug.

His ass does not like Emperor. Emperor doesn’t like him either, except it’s more that he just doesn’t vibe with him, meanwhile Rider just LOATHES him to pieces. If they’re both in the same room, Rider will go out of his way to stand in the opposite side of the room just to be as far away from “that fancy ass whiteboy” as possible. It’s so ridiculously funny and more so when you remember that all of team blue are good friends with Emperor so it really ruffles Rider’s feathers.

He has nothing against Prince, tho. If the S4 say he’s cool, then he’s cool.

His mom is… She’s not perfect, to say the least. Who is, though? I mean, Sheena really did struggle to cope when he boyfriend abandoned her when she fell pregnant, with twins no less. She absolutely refuses to drown her sorrows in alcohol and drugs, I implore her for that, but she was still incredibly depressed even when her kids came into the world. She was slightly neglectful during their first few years, and her parents didn’t bother to help her with them because she left them to be with her boyfriend, but they didn’t bother regaining contact even when she was struggling. Sheena got better eventually, especially after she started gaining more friends in the neighborhood who helped co-parent. Eventually she was able to get back on her feet and become the kind of parent she wanted to be for her kids. Since then, she became a lot more energetic and bombastic, she had that cool aunt personality while juggling around two kids at the same time. She loves her babies to death, and she thinks it’s funny to kind of embarrass them in public all the time by giving them kisses all over their faces and head and giving them right hugs. Yes, it’s embarrassing, but Platinum and Rider know that life would be a lot more duller without their mother around. 💚🤍🖤 (not me indulging in motorcycle mama 😭)

His mom’s part of a biker gang, her nicknames Rockin’, because she wears the Rockin’ leather jacket. She’s got a sweet, red Road-King in the garage. She keeps saying that she’s gonna get Rider a black Road King someday when he’s old enough. Rider honestly doubts it, but don’t underestimate his mother’s determination to keep her word.

He’s honestly in no rush, really. In fact he’s afraid of getting back on the motorcycles again. He used to ride around on the back of his mom’s motorcycle and be part of “the gang,” but he take on a hiatus after a car accident that had him fist bumping death’s hand before he ended up in the hospital for almost a week with a scar that’s never gonna leave. He hasn’t road with her since, but even he admits that he wants to get back on it someday.

He’s pretty smart with cars and with motorcycles, too. He learned it all from his mom. Why go to the car repair center when you can take it over to his house to get it checked on? Charges a fair price, too.

His right eye is partially blind from where he got sanitized. He would’ve felt more insecure about it if it weren’t for his boyfriends assuring him that he’s such a handsome boy every single day since they each of them got together.

Yes, he is built like a brick house. He swings a large mass of metal around like a wiffle bat everyday out in the battlefield. What else did you expect?

He’s so easy to scare, it’s hilarious. You can come up from behind him and go “BOO!” And he’ll jump a little and just glare at you. But if he gets really scared, like if he’s in one of those haunted house attractions, he’ll start screaming and slowly start falling to the ground in slow motion or just run off wordlessly. It’s even funnier because he’ll grab the nearest person he’s with and they’re both gonna eat shit together by falling or he’s gonna throw them over his shoulder and bull a skiddadle. Either that, or he’s just gonna run away so fast without saying anything; there was also this time he was playing basketball by himself in the evening and the lights suddenly went off and he SPED AWAY so fast you could hear the fear in his shoes when they squeaked. (That last part is based off a funny video I saw of a man running away when the streetlights went of). His ass does not like horror games, either

He has multiple pair of boots, and leather jackets.

He would absolutely wear the dreadlock hairstyle in Splatoon 3, he HAS too

He was very shocked to find out Army was an octoling, but he had his full support. But NOTHING could prepare him for when he finally met Goggles’ parents and learned that theyre octolings too. He likes them a whole lot, they’re very nice to him and they became friends with his mom when they all met each other at one of Goggle and Rider’s meet-your-parents dinner date

Ok so I’m so sorry I sorta just dumped my personal issues onto Mask that must’ve been really screwed up to read- (my mom didn’t die in a car crash but she had dementia and she died last year on new years). I was also indulging in Rider’s mom for a little bit, because, I wish my mom was still here to give me a bunch of kisses all over my face while I complain about people seeing us because- I miss that :(

Don’t worry about it 👍🏻

Also sorry for those who come back every so often and find out the headcanons have changed. I should probably just make part 3’s and 4’s but I don’t feel like it. I’m gonna do team blue at some point erp erp erp

And don’t look at me like that for also jumping on the oc x canon ship bandwagon with Mask. I just thought that they and Lilith would be silly together.

< Here’s the first part with Aloha and Army

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dudebroship · 8 months

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Ok, I really really want them in so

Fry and sal are in the dude bro ship

I actually have my own version of them in my futurama au, but I'm going to use that and their original pic's from the show. They are pretty much the same characters, but here are the differences

Fry is obsessed with guys with round bellies. He also loves when guys hear his belly growl from hunger. He will instantly flirt with them, and with his boyfriend's, he will immediately ask for rubs. He loves food so much that his belly will always growl when he's just a little hungry. In fact, he will use this to get rubs from the others. And fry loves for his belly to be rubbed more than anyone else, and most of his boyfriends will do it before thinking. He likes mikey's rubs the most because he's able to make it louder. And he loves to tease moritaka sal pigsy and silver the most because of how flustered they get.

Sal is almost the same he's still lazy, and he usually chills with chez and Sans, but he get very flustered when they flirt with him. The guys know this, and just like with Silver pigsy and moritaka, they will abuse this to see how cute he gets. I know there's a lot of stuff about him compared to fry, I just had more stuff to say about fry than sal 😅

I still want to hear your suggestions on who should be in the ship, so keep asking, and both fry and sal are ready for questions too!

#dude bro ship #gay #belly #male belly #ask dude bro ship #hunger kink #hungry belly #fry #lazy sal #futurama #sal #polyamarous

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lovecolibri · 2 years

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Things that Spark Joy-4x02

NGL I for the most part had a blast WATCHING this episode. Are the storylines a mess? Yes. Were there storylines that did not spark joy? Yes and you can read about them here. But was the viewing experience fun? Absolutely! So let’s talk about the good stuff!

I’m not a scientist so IDK if anything Liz says ever makes any sense (my VERY science-y SaL anon says “no” most of the time), but she’s always adorable when she’s excited and talking about what she loves!

This just in for everyone who wrote an alien royalty AU, you can feel vindicated that the aliens are confirmed to be stuff and not good at having fun!

Also we got her and Michael being Science Bros again this episode which is always nice. Now, we do we get to see them working together with Kyle and/or Alex? *grabby hands*

I have very much enjoyed getting Jenna back, her sass was very much missed! Also, I would totally be on board with her and Dallas except that she’s leaving and I need Dallas to stick around forever and be the Best Uncle for Alex and Michael’s kids. Kyle will be a very close second but Dallas has alien powers to entertain the kids with sooo 🤷🏻‍♀️

ARTURO! PANCAKE PAPI! That’s it, that’s the post.

Flustered Isobel is always fun and her getting conscripted into being a waitress is hilarious. Although where they had a uniform that wouldn’t be indecently short with her amazon legs is beyond me

Sassy Alex my beloved! Also Alex getting a second scene ever with Max?! Getting to have a scene with Dallas?! Having scenes without Michael where he’s not totally isolated from the entire group?! We love to see it!

The new billionaire lady is at least mildly intriguing and it seems like she’s going to be helping Liz consider the kind of balance she would like her life to have so that’s good

Always good to see Kyle but for REAL that man needs some rest! I’m very MEH about this new romance side plot AGAIN for him (see the other post), but seeing him have ONE (1) night off after all the BS he has to put up with is nice.

Dallas remains one of the best things to ever happen to this show. His friendship with Michael is everything.

That split second we had of Max channeling Jones was delightful. Can they resurrect him, please?! He was so much fun and they definitely killed him off too early.

Arturo definitely just adopted another child. Good for him

SANDERS LIVES! I know the writers had to tweet that he was alive after they utterly failed to mention anything about him in the show last season but still. It’s nice to see him with my own two eyes. Now do Rosa!

THE MALEX OF IT ALL!

We got Michael expressing he’s uncomfortable with something Alex is asking of him instead of bottling it up, then talking to Sanders about it, and making sure Alex knows how much he loves trusts him.

We get Alex not lashing out even though he’s hurt by Michael’s lack of trust and worry that Michael will feel abandoned while he’s gone but he easily accepts Michael’s apology and let him know that he also trust Michael and trusts their relationship to be okay while he’s gone.

We got Alex calling Michael “my alien”

We got Michael making Alex alien jewelry

Once again, at least the villains acknowledge how important Alex is to Michael and to the main plot! Now if only his friends and the writers could acknowledge the same. (NOT you, Dallas and Sanders! You’re both doing great and we are LUCKY to have you!)

Link to previous episode posts: 4x01

Tiny spiteful joy under the cut about who was missing this episode

A m*ria free episode is ALWAYS a good episode! Everything flows so nicely and we get a good balance of focus. This show has always struggled with managing a big cast and with how to address a character being gone in an episode, however where it is GLARRING and often confusing when Alex or Kyle are missing because there is often something going on they should be involved with, OR they are missing and people should be looking for and talking about them but aren’t, when m*ria misses an episode it is almost unnoticeable because she’s so superfluous to the narrative. No one is wondering what she’s doing or where she is like they are when Kyle or Alex are missing because they are vitally important to the group as a whole (though the writers like to pretend they aren’t), or they are in the middle of a big thing happening to them and suddenly they are just gone for a week or two when it doesn’t make sense to not see or hear from them or for others to not be talking about/asking about them and where they are and explain why they aren’t helping with something major they should be involved in. But when she’s not here I don’t even notice until the end because I can get wrapped up in the story because it’s not trying to find ways to wedge her in.

#roswell nm #roswell spoilers #things that spark joy #4x02

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r00tpackl0ver · 5 months

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affection starved thoughts before

i like to think the root pack aren't used to reciving praise from others. like their used to feeding each other's egos (albeit in snakry, rough around the edge ways) but not much else.

so i very much enjoy thinking about just giving ttem all sorts of words of affirmation. little comments about how strong they are (despite their noodle arms heheshhhh), talking about how their the handsomest and cutest guys ever.

not only that but getting to see them react and be so flustered (sal trying to hide how lovestruck and sappy those words make him feel. chauncey tryna mask his embarrassment and giddiness as confidence. ollie just turns into a smitten, shy and lovesick mess)

(i like thinking about a reverse scenario too because i am also a affection starved mess but i just really really love thinking about giving them the attention i think they deserve-)

#self ship #self ship community #🥕farmer boyfriends 🧅🥔#hehhweee hehoo im not evern censoring their names!! im tired and a rebel

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silently-begging · 2 years

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so I’ve seen people do hcs for Sal but it’s not QUITE what I imagine for him…

so I’m gonna do some lmao

• he’s a sweetheart. obviously. he gets flustered super easily and it’s unlikely he’s ever had a real relationship. he’s likely only had a one-night-stand at most, and…yeah that’s probably it.

• falls hard and fast, but it’s hard for him to act on anything because he’s SO sure it wouldn’t work. he’s SO certain that it wouldn’t work so he doesn’t say shit even if he’s painfully obvious about it. he doesn’t think he’s good enough for anyone to fall for, please give him a hug-

• despite him not liking himself much, he prides himself on having nice hands; he likes painting his nails, partially because fuck your societal standards, but also because he likes that it brings attention to the two things he DOES like about his body.

• he’s not as happy with it but he’s pretty damn thin because of a fast metabolism. if he skips a meal though, he’s gonna have problems.

• he likes that he’s thin enough to fit in small places, even if his bones can show through his skin at times. he sometimes forgets to eat because he’s so focused on something, so he has to have Ash, Todd, or Larry remind him to or else he’s gonna collapse from starvation if he’s not careful.

• bisexual (femme lean), biromantic (femme lean), and polyamorous.

• he prefers monogamy but as long as he’s with his partner, he doesn’t care. as long as he feels loved, and as long as his partner is happy, he couldn’t care less if they have another significant other. the smile on their face is enough to make him happy, and it always reassures him that things are okay even if he feels jealous from time to time.

• he has a huge heart, and he knows he isn’t gonna be replaced by anyone with just a bit of reassurance, not if someone chooses to date him in the first place.

• genderfluid as FUCK.

• likes wearing traditionally “girly” clothes. he doesn’t care what anyone sees him as but he likes being called by traditionally “feminine” descriptors; call him pretty, beautiful, etc., and he’s having a fantastic day.

• traditionally feminine clothes tend to give him more of a chance of being referred to as such, even if his voice “doesn’t match”. a single “you’re so pretty!” makes him smile the rest of the day, even if somebody else says otherwise.

• generally just doesn’t give a shit what he wears. he’ll wear jewellery or “girly” shit just because he wants to, regardless of how it’s received.

• doesn’t like shopping in public though. social anxiety be damned, he just doesn’t like it.

• he’ll do it with friends/a partner, but…ehhh. otherwise he doesn’t like doing it alone.

• despite being fairly confident about his hands and whatnot, that’s about it. without anxiety or depression medication, he’s a miserable lump and near-inconsolable. hides away in his blankets and just…kind of spends the day crying it out.

• it’s best to just text and ask if he wants company, and when he says he does, then go in. he knows how to handle himself but if he feels he’s a danger to himself, he’ll text and ask for help, same rule applies with nightmares.

• does NOT like asking for help though.

• gets EXTREMELY panicky if someone sees him without his prosthetic, he HATES letting people see his true face.

• he will cry if you accept him. he can’t believe how anyone would accept him with his “wannabe Freddy Krueger face”, in his words.

• but he’s only crying because he’s so damn happy.

• call his face beautiful and he’s putty in your hands. only a couple people have tolerated his face enough to treat him like a normal person, that being Larry and Ash, but hearing that someone thinks his face is beautiful? with missing cartilage around his nose, the right side of his face missing an eye and missing lips to the point where his teeth are CONSTANTLY visible? dent in his jaw? scars all over? it’s hard to believe for him, but he’s just so happy and flustered.

• “why would they think it’s beautiful?” he’d think to himself, but he’d just bashfully thank the person and put his prosthetic back on.

• bonus points for if you DRAW it.

• he loves the idea of being so beautiful to someone that they draw his true face.

• INSTANT. CRUSH.

• if he wasn’t crushing before then he’s DEFINITELY doing that after finding that out.

• on that note, he’s very love and touch starved. he loves just being held onto, hell, he’ll get flustered if someone just holds his hand. not in a life-or-death situation, per se, but still.

• he also loves helping people style their hair. he does it himself, after all.

• in general, he likes meeting new people despite the anxiety.

• after he’s accustomed to somebody though, once they’re his friend?

• fucking. memelord.

• imagine Shane and Ryan from Buzzfeed unsolved, and he’s a mix of those two. more on the Ryan side but still.

so I hope you enjoy these! the fandom seems to collectively agree on stuff but these are my personal hcs.

#* ooc. *#yoυ poor тнιng 🔪 || ѕally ғace #Sally Face #Sal #Sal headcanons #Sal Fisher #Sal Fisher headcanons #Sal x reader headcanons #Sal Fisher x reader

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ad0rebrial · 1 month

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I'm suddenly having so much SF brainrot, but I have another idea. The SF gang + Travis reacting to you kissing them? Gender Neutral reader if possible :> (Also If I overwhelm you with requests, lmk)

Another request I see!!! Honestly, it makes me so happy when people especially the same people send me requests. It just makes me smile every TIME I get a request! EEEEEEE💜💜💜 Also to make it easier i’m just going to do where them and their S/o are already in a relationship!

🎸 SAL FISHER 🎸

You do this a WHOLE lot with Sal. Surprise kisses or just plainly random kisses are always your go-to!

Want his attention but just don’t feel like doing the most normal way possible by simply calling his name or tapping him on the shoulder? Give him a sudden kiss and he’ll surely have his attention all on you!

Having the sudden urge to go on ahead and give your boyfriend some love? Randomly kiss him!

Want to butter him up inside so that he would do anything that you would like for him to do? Go ahead and give him a peck on the cheek! He’ll be sure to do what you want him to do!

Sal usually gets really red in the face when you would do these surprise kisses. It makes him get all giddy on the inside but flustered-shocked on the outside. He may even do this with you sometimes just for funnies! It’s a cute thing you two do!

🎼 LARRY JOHNSON 🎼

“AH-WHAT THE FUCK?”

I think of him to be the guy that would practically jump out of his seat from any loud sudden noise. I also vision him touching something that’s wet or something touching him without him expecting it. He’s a jumpy guy okay?

You would laugh at his reaction to your kisses, who wouldn’t?

Larry would ask you why the hell you did that only for you to shrug and scurry away to god knows where. You leave him confused!

Gets less jumpy when you do it frequently but still has his jumping spider moments that he can’t control! This would also mean war! So you’re giving him surprise kisses all of a sudden? Okay—since you want to play that game!

(You easily catch him due to his pinocchio ass nose and long body LEANING towards you)

🪻ASHLEY CAMPBELL🪻

She would definitely do that too not gonna lie! It’s not necessarily “war” between the two of you like Larry, it’s leaning on more of Sal’s side. You two due it out of love and affection but also just for fun.

Ash will admit that she sometimes will get started but not as much as Larry. After a few good times of surprise kisses she’s basically immune to getting jumpy!

When you pull these kisses on her she would laugh at you before connecting her lips with yours while also saying, “This is the right way to give kisses!”

Ash’s way, is always the right way! Sometimes…

You two are just a cute couple doing cute couple things on the daily!

💻 TODD MORRISON 💻

He would be slightly startled but he’ll laugh at you for it. Like imagine him just relaxing in front of a computer and then all of a sudden he feels you kiss his cheek out of no where

besides, I see him as that kind of person to be relaxed when it comes to affection anyway so he’ll definitely pull the same stunt on you.

Todd wouldn’t mind these sorts of kisses because first of all your his partner, why should we mind? And second, he finds it pretty cute if you to do that when really you could just kiss him normally.

It’s also a great way to get his attention when he’s lost in thought!

In other words, he just finds it appealing that you would just do this random thing whether it be on the daily or just something to catch him off guard with.

💛 TRAVIS PHELPS 💛

We ALL know how he is. He is just too much and we all know it. He is touch starved and doesn’t know how to handle all of this affection. It took him awhile to start showing affection so what makes you think he’s gonna react well with you randomly kissing him out of the blue?

Definitely gets super flustered and startled by you. You can’t take him seriously when he’s telling you to fuck off with how red his face is and when he’s stumbling over his words.

You honestly do it just to mess with him in a playful way! You like seeing him get like that because you know that he likes it when you do that! Mind reader type stuff.

Maybe he’ll try to do it to you but it would take him awhile to gain courage to do so for no reason. Listen he’s trying his best!

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All Bosses - Their Pet Names for Their Darlings

Note: Sorry for being gone for so long, I hope to get back to writing requests soon. In the meantime, enjoy this little list that I’ve whipped up! Word Count: N/A. Warnings: None.

Inkwell Isle One

The Root Pack - Sal keeps it simple and sticks to Dear and Darlin’, Ollie mostly calls them Sweet Pea (and sometimes Pumpkin), and Chauncey usually goes with either Babe or Sweetheart.

Goopy Le Grande - He’s all about boosting his darling’s confidence and making them feel good about themselves, so he most often calls them Beautiful/Handsome, Gorgeous and Angel Face.

Hilda Berg - She doesn’t really bother with pet names, though she does like to call them Starlight sometimes, even though it flusters her a little. She also calls them Moonshine on occasion because she thinks it’s hilarious.

Cagney Carnation - For a while, the closest thing he has to a pet name is Pest, mainly because it takes him a long time to warm up to his darling. He eventually drops it though, once his obsession starts to blossom, and replaces it with Sunshine. He uses it very rarely but his tone is always soft when he does.

Ribby and Croaks - Croaks, being the older and more mature of the two, keeps it classy and calls his darling things such as Sweetheart and Angel. Ribby, meanwhile, prefers to call them more joking pet names, like Lollihops and Greeny.

Inkwell Isle Two

Baroness Von Bon Bon - She calls her darling just about anything as long as it’s related to sweets or baked goods. Gumdrop, Baby Cakes, Sugarplum, Puddin’ and Sweetheart are just a few of the many, many pet names she has for them.

Beppi The Clown - He doesn’t take pet names too seriously, so his are more on the joking side, and they usually reference something about his darling. Are they short? Shortstack. Are they an artist? Picasso. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? Lil’ Cuddler.

Djimmi The Great - Given that he’s never been in a relationship before, it takes him a while to settle on a pet name. For a while, he sticks to the more typical ones like Dear, Honey and Darling, before finally settling on Hobi (meaning “My love” in Arabic).

Grim Matchstick - He’s in a similar situation as Djimmi, except he doesn’t call them anything but their name for a while. It takes some time but eventually, he begins calling them Precious and My Treasure, which he quickly comes to love.

Wally Warbles - He’s another one that doesn’t take pet names too seriously, so he ends up calling his darling Lovebird for a while, mainly in jest. Over time, though, he grows fond of it and begins using it earnestly.

Inkwell Isle Three

Rumor Honeybottoms - Honey is her go-to pet name, though she also uses Honeybee, Honeybun and Beeutiful on occasion. Sugar is reserved only for when she’s angry with her darling, as evidenced by the subtly threatening tone in her voice whenever she calls them that.

Captain Brineybeard - Fittingly, his most common pet name for them is Darlin’. He also uses Me Pearl but only in private, typically when he’s winding down from a long day and just wants to relax with his darling.

Sally Stageplay - She actually prefers couples pet names, which usually reference some iconic pair from literature. Some examples would be her calling her darling My Lancelot, or referring to them as The Darcy to my Lizzy.

Werner Werman - He doesn’t see the point of pet names, and likely won’t even use one for his darling unless they ask him to. As for the pet names themselves, he thinks most of them sound silly, though he does have a certain fondness for Kleine Maus (meaning “Little mouse” in German).

Dr. Kahl - He has no interest in using a pet name, believing that it serves no purpose, which is due to his lack of romantic experience. However, if his darling asks him to use one, he’ll settle for Dear, even though it sounds horribly unnatural coming from him.

The Automaton - Much like his father figure, he also has no romantic experience. However, unlike him, he’s actually quite eager to use a pet name for his darling. Because of his tendency to mimic Dr. Kahl, he ends up calling them Dear for a while, before eventually putting his own spin on it and changing it to Dearest.

Cala Maria - She most often calls them Little Cutie, because there’s a good chance they’re smaller than her and she finds that adorable. She may also call them Goldie or Guppy if she’s feeling playful.

The Blind Specter - He doesn’t use any pet name for a while, simply because he can’t think of any he likes or thinks fit his darling. Eventually, though, he comes up with My Boo, and begins using it almost as much as their actual name because he finds it funny.

Inkwell Hell

King Dice - He typically calls them either Doll or Dolly, sometimes with “little” tacked on at the front. Darlin’ is also one he uses occasionally, though it’s in the same situation as Rumor’s Sugar.

The Devil - He uses Pet and Little One most often, mainly as a way to remind them of how weak they are compared to him. However, he does have at least one pet name he uses in earnest, and that’s My Angel.

Inkwell Isle Four

Glumstone The Giant - He doesn’t care much for pet names, and won’t even use one for the longest time. However, as the two grow closer and they manage to thaw his cold heart, he begins calling them Little Doll, albeit very rarely.

Charlie and Lorie - Charlie tends to call them Babe and Doll, while Lorie often uses Cutie and Snookums. Both of them also call them Lovebug, with Lorie being the one who uses it more often.

Anthony - He’s not much of a pet name person, so he tends to use pet names he doesn’t take seriously, such as Sweetcheeks or Cutiepie, typically in a joking manner. At some point, he ends up calling them Sweetheart, and it not only sticks, but also leaves him uncharacteristically flustered.

Samuel - Being a domestic type at heart, he uses the more classic pet names such as Dear, Love, and his favourite, Honey. Similarly to Rumor and King Dice, Dearest is only used when he wants to subtly let them know that they’ve angered him.

Mortimer Freeze - He has a very specific and romanticised view of his darling, regardless of what they’re actually like, so he typically calls them delicate things such as Snowdrop and Snowflake.

Esther Winchester - Much like Sal and Brineybeard, she also calls them Darlin’, but puts her own, unique spin on it. Words such as “little”, “pretty”, “sweet”, and “precious” are usually tacked on at the front, with Little Darlin’ being her favourite.

Chef Saltbaker - He has called his darling every single food-based pet name under the sun at some point or another, although his favourite (and most commonly used) is Sugar Cube. He may also call them Songbird if they like to sing along with him while he bakes.

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