#alice in chains headcanons

[nenynrawrites]

Alice In Chains goes into the forest

Layne:

Trips over every stone (clumsy little boy<3)

Collector of Stones!:D🪨

Finds a million snail friends along the way:>🐌

Flower weaves a crown for everybody💐👑

Jerry:

Lost in thought so much that he probably walked ten times into the trees🚶‍♂️🌲

If there's water, boy's going for a swim🏊‍♂️

Wants to try how to make a fire and manages to (with a little bit cheating x3)🔥

Hides and scares the others:>😱

Sean:

Clumsy #2

Trees = Space to drum on🥁

Finds the perfect sticks

Probably created the drum tracks halfway through the forest walk🌲🥁

Mike Starr:

Scares #2

Nearly drowns because the water was too deep where he walked in (he face palmed:3)🌲🌊

Collects flowers for his partner (and Layne)💐

Climbs every possible tree🧗‍♂️🌲

Mike Inez:

DISNEY PRINCESS!!🤴👸

Made some pigeon friends along the way🐦

Found some nuts to snack on

Took food with, so everybody's got something🥐

Accidentally attracted every animal in the forest:3

In conclusion: They eventually had to run:3

[lunarcec24]

Introducing my Yellowjackets OC…Chloe Matthews!

*FCs- Zendaya and Thandiwe Newton

Updated: 4/29/25

**Background**

Chloe is Lottie Matthews’ cousin. She is the daughter of Malcolm’s sister, Veronica, and a heavily intoxicated one-night stand. Veronica doesn’t remember who Chloe's father is. Veronica is considered the “embarrassment” of the Matthews family due to her addictions and lack of success in life. He was a successful businessman with family name to uphold, after all.

Chloe was born on March 9, 1977, almost a year before Lottie. She was held back in the 2nd grade for truancy because of her mother's negligent behavior. She had to repeat the year and ended up in Lottie's grade with the core varsity characters.

Lottie's parents became Chloe's guardians to keep her out of foster care after her mother’s lifestyle was discovered by social workers in truancy court. Mr. Matthews thought it was the best thing to keep more public incidences from happening in the future. Still, Chloe bounced back and forth between her mother's house and Lottie's.

Malcolm had little interest in Chloe, concerned only with “damage control.” Despite being very different, Chloe and Lottie were close and took care of each other in the absence of parental interest and guidance.

Chloe has been best friends with Natalie Scatorccio since they first met as children, with Kevyn Tan joining them in high school.

Chloe is not on the soccer team. She is the first chair cellist in the Wiskayok High School orchestra and plays the violin, piano, drums, bass guitar, and guitar with equal talent. She also has perfect pitch.

Chloe is a lesbian and has been out since the 7th-8th grade.

Chloe and Van are friends. They met while Chloe was doing music for AV club projects. Van confides in her and, of course Chloe is a vault. She is used to keeping other peoples’ secrets.

Chloe and Van’s friendship is one of the reasons that Tai hates Chloe. She wasn’t sure why for a bit until she finally worked it out. It threw a wrench in her and Van’s friendship because Chloe didn’t want to cause problems in Van and Tai’s secret relationship.

Chloe is generally not a hater, but she hates Tai. She hates Tai’s self-righteous, condescending, aggressive general personality. The way she makes Van hide. Chloe doesn’t put up with Tai’s shit, which makes Tai hate her even more.

Chloe is Wiskayok HS’ main drug dealer because of the access she has to her mother’s never ending drug supply. She is in it for the money. She and Lottie want out of Wiskayok as soon as they graduate and Chloe wants them to be able to easily set up a nice life for themselves without money being an issue.

She also loves the fast, easy money to buy any musical equipment she wants.

She is obsessed with Alice in Chains and can play every single guitar solo in each AIC song since their founding. Her friends call her "wannabe” in direct reference to her worship and idolatry of Jerry Cantrell. They know she takes it as a compliment. It caught on as an insult from people who don’t like her for whatever reason, but she doesn’t care.

Lottie and Nat always call her ‘Lo. They are the only two people allowed to call her that.

She ends up on the plane because Lottie's father (who chartered the private plane) insisted that Chloe be allowed on the Nationals trip to get both girls out of his house. His one demand of Chloe, as always, was to make sure Lottie take her meds on schedule.

Chloe was happy to get out of NJ and watch her cousin and best friend become National Champions.

**Trapped in the Wilderness**

In the wilderness, Chloe becomes a trapper. She learns how to make traps for small animals and goes with Natalie and Travis every day to check, reset, and set up new traps.

She brought her guitar on the trip, of course. It sustained minor damage that she is eventually able to fix when they find the cabin. It became a source of entertainment and morale for herself and the group.

Chloe has a friends-with-benefits relationship with Melissa until Melissa begins to obsess over Shauna.

Chloe's relationship with Lottie in the wilderness becomes strained as she knows Lottie is off her meds, but no one else is aware of her condition.

Chloe’s loyalty to Lottie also puts strain on her friendship with Nat at times.

Eventually, she realizes she can't get through to Lottie. Chloe will have to figure out how to minimize damage to the group while remaining loyal to and taking care of her cousin. If she can.

Chloe tries to become closer to Van, but she doesn’t want to cause problems between Van and Tai. So she spends as much time with Van as she can when Tai is not around.

Chloe doesn’t pay much attention to Taissa in the wilderness. Occasionally they get into major disagreements. Chloe will almost go feral when Tai goes after Lottie. They do develop a mutual respect for each other out of necessity, as they are both very capable individuals.

**Post-Rescue**

After rescue, Chloe goes back with Lottie to really care for her. Chloe’s mother believed she was dead and continues to act as if she is.

Chloe’s alcohol and drug use is semiregular at this point and she doesn’t use hard drugs.

While spending time in New Jersey, she runs into a newly single Van and they become closer. When she is not with Lottie, Chloe is with Van, Natalie, and/or Travis.

Chloe and Van quickly start a relationship. Van’s mother is just as useless as Chloe’s, so Van stays with Chloe to help her with Lottie most of the time.

Once Lottie's parents commit her to the institution, Chloe and Van move to NYC. They live off the money that she made dealing drugs in HS.

She goes to visit Lottie as often as possible and takes bartending jobs at popular NYC bars and clubs to make connections and network within the music scene.

Van eventually gets involved on the tech side of the NYC indie movie scene.

Chloe starts using hard drugs.

Chloe eventually starts a post-grunge, experimental alt-rock band that is met with success. A lot of her songs are ones she wrote during her time in the wilderness. Though only she really knows that.

Chloe's band, Ransom Banging, puts out a few albums and goes on the tour for them. Van comes along sometimes.

Chloe and Van have a happy relationship for the first couple of years. It eventually becomes tumultuous for a lot of reasons- Chloe’s descent into regular hard drug use, Chloe’s touring schedules, Van’s reaction when she finds out that Tai came out anyway and married Simone, and their general trauma from their time stranded. They eventually break up for good and part ways.

Natalie and Chloe are still best friends. Despite their chaotic lifestyles and drama, they find ways to visit each other at least a few times a year.

**2021-Present**

Chloe is in some legal trouble and has been staying off the grid with Lottie, with her intentional community/cult compound.

Chloe is still a stoner and will have a drink every once in a while. She is sober otherwise.

After her band broke up and her life really started to fall apart, she took Lottie’s advice and decided to see a psychiatrist that Lottie’s psychiatrist recommended for her. This is how she knew that Lottie was hallucinating those visits with the “substitute” doctor because her real doctor definitely was in town.

Lottie brings Chloe to the ranch when Travis calls and desperately tries to talk both of them out of it. She helps Lottie, but the results remain the same.

Chloe is surprised to see Van and Tai back together, but when Chloe was done with someone romantically, she was done. She decided to stay out of it and just observed with general amusement. At this point in her life, Chloe had already given up on real relationships.

Chloe is happy to find out Nat is out of rehab. Chloe wasn’t sent a postcard, but when she finds out about the blackmail, she pretends with a fake postcard to be able to spend some more time with Nat. She also wanted a break from the boredom of Lottie’s community.

Chloe pretty much drops off the map after Natalie dies and Lottie is institutionalized again. She moves into the Matthews’ penthouse to wait for Lottie.

Callie is a fan of Chloe’s former band. Shauna tries to keep her away from Callie too.

Chloe is the one who finds her body in the buildings’ basement. She was trying to find her to back her up on the apology.

Chloe aggressively works with Misty to solve Lottie’s murder. Chloe was always nice to Misty because Misty was nice to her, but they do become better friends because they bond over losing Nat.

As they have reunited as adults, Chloe and Tai have been able to get along, even with her and Van’s history.

Chloe meets with Tai and Misty after Van dies and 100% agrees with Tai that everything that has happened has been Shauna’s fault.

Chloe’s best friend, the only person she has ever truly loved, and her cousin are all dead because of Shauna and she will pay.

Chloe reunites with Melissa. TBD, because I’m not sure. Obviously Mel killing Van will be an issue.

That's all I have figured out so far.

[pewter-yellows]

h. heh. heey. guys i have smth

the gang as alice in chains songs (my brain is rotting)

Ponyboy: Don't Follow (Jar of Flies)

Darry: Brother (Sap)

Two-Bit: Sunshine (Facelift)

Johnny: Nutshell (Jar of Flies)

Soda: Rain When I Die (Dirt)

Dally: We Die Young (Facelift)

Steve: Got Me Wrong (Sap)

[pastballads]

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Songs for Muse Inspiration. | Accepting. | @dethalamh

Dusty | Megadeth - The Blackest Crow

This cold, empty house is So quiet now she's gone The dust accumulates into Mountains on the ground My paper's piled on the steps Her flowers all have died I'm searching everywhere For someone I'll never find

The haunting never fades, laughter's gone away It's too late, when you've lost your soul I left her everything, she only left my ring My world is darker now than the blackest crow

[munsonhoneybaby]

summary: just a teensy little drabble i thought of while searching through my dryer this morning; i’m a firm believer in the “eddie def pretends to fuck you whenever you bend over in front of him” headcanon

wc: 407

warnings: implied/discussion of smut

A sigh of frustration passed your lips as you rummaged through the entangled mass of freshly dried laundry. “Why do we wear so much black?” You grumbled aloud to yourself.

Grabbing the same incorrect shirt for the fourth time, you groaned and finally ducked your head and torso into the dryer. The collection of your and Eddie’s clothes seemed to further morph together the harder you fought to find the singular shirt you had in mind. Still huffing and puffing in mild irritation, you didn’t hear the rickety basement door creak open.

“Hmm, I feel like I’ve seen something like this somewhere.”

You nearly bumped your head as you attempted to look back at him— unable to do so while bent over halfway inside the dryer. His hands on your hips prevented you from backing out of it, one of them easing up your bare back and encouraging you to continue your task. Registering his comment, you rolled your eyes. He may not have been able to see it, but he knew well enough to expect it.

“Need me to uh— help you out?” Much like he didn’t need to see your eyes roll, you didn’t need to see the smirk gracing his features to know it was there.

“That depends. Have you seen my Alice In Chains shirt? The one I cut the neckline off of?”

“Nope.” Suddenly his hips were bumping into your ass, humming out a few exaggerated ‘mm, mm, mm’s in time with his simulated thrusts.

Still shuffling through the conglomeration of fabric, you scoffed, but you couldn’t help the little suppressed smile on your face. “Edward, I’m trying to get dressed.”

Fingers hooking into the belt loops of your jeans, he pulled you against him with more force. “You don’t have anything to be on time for,” He dismissed easily. “A fifteen minute delay won’t kill you.”

“Right,” You snorted, “‘Cause it’ll take you that long to bust.”

His hand came down against your ass with a semi-playful smack, muffled by the layer of denim. “No, but I’m givin’ myself a few minutes’ padding to get you off two or three times.”

“Well, in that case, fifteen minutes may be a little generous. Should probably bump it up to twenty or thirty to be safe.”

Now, it was his turn to scoff. “Is that a fucking challenge? Alright, get outta the damn dryer. I wanna see your face when I prove you wrong.”

<3

[0silver0dreams0]

The love of a mother

Alicent Higtower and Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanon's

Part of my story Yandere House of the dragon x ModernReborn!Reader

The love of mothers is a powerful force—nurturing, protective, and unwavering. Yet, when that love becomes controlling, toxic, and overbearing, it blurs their vision, turning care into harm and leaving their little ones to bear the weight of their misplaced intentions.

✧ Alicent Hightower views you as the perfect reflection of her ideals—her legacy, her masterpiece. You are not just her daughter; you are her most precious possession, the embodiment of all her sacrifices and struggles. The idea of you falling short of perfection is unthinkable, and she ensures you never forget how much you owe her. After all, she almost died bringing you into the world.

✧ You are hers in a way that no one else could claim. Not Viserys, not Rhaenyra, not even your own siblings. She reminds you often that while the blood of the dragon runs in your veins, it’s her blood—the blood of Oldtown, of Hightower—that truly defines you. Alicent would do anything to protect you from the chaos of the Targaryen legacy, even if it means isolating you from everyone else.

✧ She demands excellence in everything you do, from your studies to your manners, even the way you carry yourself. Every stitch of your gowns, every word you speak, every bite of food you eat is meticulously scrutinised. To Alicent, this isn’t cruelty; it’s love. She believes that by shaping you into perfection, she is protecting you from the unpredictability and danger of the world.

✧ Marriage is a distant, unwelcome thought for her. She knows it’s inevitable, but the idea of you leaving her side fills her with dread. If she could, she would keep you with her in the Red Keep forever, safe under her watchful eye. The idea of someone else taking you away, no matter how noble or worthy they might seem, is unbearable.

✧ Privacy is a luxury you are rarely afforded. Alicent’s eyes—and the eyes of those she trusts—are always on you. Even when she isn’t physically present, she ensures that someone is keeping track of your movements. If you ever fail to notify her of your whereabouts, she will not hesitate to send guards to find you, regardless of how innocent the situation might seem.

✧ Though she allows you moments of solitude, they are carefully controlled and limited. She sees too much time alone as dangerous—an opportunity for rebellion, for outside influences to seep in. If you ever express a desire for more freedom, Alicent is quick to remind you that everything she does is for your own good, that the world outside her protection is cruel and unforgiving.

✧ Her love is as suffocating as it is fierce. She constantly praises you in public, holding you up as the standard of what a princess should be. But behind closed doors, her expectations weigh heavily. Every slip, every perceived imperfection is met with quiet disappointment, a reminder that you are destined for greatness and cannot afford to falter.

✧ Despite her strictness, there are moments of tenderness. Alicent’s love for you is genuine, even if it’s overwhelming. She brushes your hair at night, speaks to you in soft tones, and shares stories of her own childhood. These moments, rare as they are, make it easy to forget the chains she’s placed around you.

✧ Deep down, Alicent believes she is saving you—not just from the Targaryens, but from the world itself. In her mind, her control is a form of protection, her rules an act of love. She cannot fathom the idea of you slipping through her fingers, and she will do whatever it takes to ensure that never happens.

✦ To Rhaenyra, you are the daughter she was meant to have, the one who should have stood by her side as her heir, her pride, and her legacy. Despite the blood ties that bind you to Alicent, Rhaenyra sees you as hers in a way that no one else could ever understand.

✦ When you were a young child, you adored her. Rhaenyra was the opposite of your mother—warm, playful, and unafraid to let you be yourself. She would sneak you sweets, spin you around in the gardens, and tell you stories of brave queens and daring adventures. For a time, you found solace in her arms, a sanctuary from Alicent's suffocating control.

✦ Rhaenyra cherished those moments, convinced that you would one day see her as your true mother. She would whisper to you about the beauty of Dragonstone, promising to take you there and show you the world beyond the confines of the Red Keep. To her, you represented everything pure and untainted in her life, a chance to reclaim the happiness that had eluded her.

✦ But everything changed after Aemond's accident. The night he lost his eye, you stood in the hall, your young heart shattering as you watched your family descend into chaos. The bond you once shared with Rhaenyra was severed in that moment. To you, she became the enemy—the woman whose sons hurt your brother and shattered the fragile peace of your world.

✦ Rhaenyra, however, refused to let you go. She saw your anger and hatred as temporary, something Alicent had planted in your heart. In her mind, you were still her daughter, and she would do whatever it took to bring you back to her.

✦ She writes to you often, sending letters filled with warmth and longing, even if they go unanswered. Each one is carefully worded, a mix of fond memories and subtle pleas for you to remember the bond you once shared. When you ignore her, it only strengthens her resolve.

✦ Rhaenyra is convinced that you’ve been poisoned against her by Alicent and the Hightowers. She believes that if she can just get you away from their influence, you’ll see the truth—that she is the one who truly loves you, who will always love you, no matter what.

✦ In her attempts to reach you, she sends gifts: rare books, jewellery, even a dragon-shaped pendant she once wore as a child. Each item is a reminder of the connection she believes you still share. When her gestures are rejected, she grows more desperate, her longing turning into obsession.

✦ She daydreams about the life you could have together, far from the political scheming of court. In her dreams, you call her “mother” once more, and she is able to protect you from everything and everyone, even your own family.

✦ The animosity between you only fuels her obsession. Your anger, your rejection—it doesn’t dissuade her. If anything, it convinces her that you need her even more. She blames Alicent, Aemond, and even Viserys for the distance between you, but never herself.

✦ Rhaenyra’s love is both suffocating and heartbreaking. She truly believes she’s acting out of affection, that her need to reclaim you is a form of salvation. But her love comes with conditions, and her refusal to let you go is as dangerous as it is consuming.

✦ No matter how much you push her away, Rhaenyra will never stop trying. To her, you are hers, and nothing—not your anger, your loyalty to Alicent, or even the events that shattered your family—will ever change that.

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[tomahachi12]

What's the story behind your drone-sona? Since she has the Cabin Fever tag, I was curious what's the story behind her.

BUCKLE UP, IT'S A LONG ONE (some of this is headcanon crap, so not all info would be show accurate)

Toma (012) was a just regular worker drone working within the offices of the JCJenson Mining Facility.

The area of the offices she worked in had drones split into small groups to complete larger projects. She was part of the group which included Nori (002), Yeva (048) and Alice (017) (I LOVE THEM LEAVE ME ALONE).

She was usually tasked with taking paperwork back and forth between her group to turn in or for them to work on, something she was.. pretty bad at.

Because of Nori's shenanigans, their group often got in trouble with the humans.

At some point, Drones began to be selected from a lottery pool to be transferred to the lower levels of the facility. At first, the Humans would play this off as a "promotion" of sorts in order to keep the drones from becoming suspicious of their intentions and keep their minds at ease.

As time went on, the humans dropped the façade and the drones began to fear these selections, given that the chosen drones were never seen or heard from again after being selected.

Eventually, Toma's ID was drawn as the next to go. (she was chosen first out of their group, next was Alice, then Yeva and Nori was the last)

Toma was taken down the Cabin Fever Labs to be used in the "Solver" experiments.

When she was infected with the Solver Program, it took her over instantly. She was quickly given an early version of the patch (1.5.8) before causing too much damage.

The effect of the Solver's code on her body left her lethargic and forgetful. Since she was patched early, she cannot use the solver, but still suffers from it's effects; occasional possession, the need to consume oil, ect..

Not being able to provide much information for their research, the humans mostly kept her bound in her locker. Sometimes they even forgot she was in there.

Before the core collapse, she was able to escape her chains and wondered around the mines for a minute before the eventual implosion.

She was blown out the facility and somehow managed to survive, not only the blast, but even the crash back down to the planet. Though it knocked her offline for a time, causing anyone that found her to think she was dead.

RIP Toma lol

After she eventually woke up, she stayed put for a few months, hiding out in the outer buildings of the facility until she was found by another worker drone.

This drone invited Toma to join his colony, Outpost 9. She agreed and followed him to the base (wow Toma, ever heard of stranger danger gdamn..)

Toma was welcomed in this colony and she lived there for several years, learning how to live a life free from human-control. She was even able to pick up an old hobby she was never allowed to do back at the offices, drawing.

The nightmares gave her plenty to draw anyway.

Eventually, it all went to shit when the Murder Drones showed up, popped that base open like a soda can, and killed everyone inside.

Toma's solver kept her hidden long enough her to escape unnoticed. She needed somewhere to go and began to make her way toward the city she saw in the distance.

( oh hi, Y )

It took a while but she made it to the City only to find, you guessed it, more Murder Drones. She somehow managed to dodge them as well and found her way to some very large doors that resembled the ones back at her old colony. She frantically banged on the doors, shouting for help as she Murder Drones closed in on her.

The doors suddenly cracked open and a hand reached out, grabbing hold of Toma's coat and pulled her inside before slamming shut again.

She was met by a group of drones all sitting around a table, seemingly playing cards. The drone that pulled her in helped her up to her feet. After checking if she was alright, he introduced himself as "Khan" the apparent leader of this colony. Outpost 3.

She was welcomed in` just as warmly as she was in her last colony, and settled in easily, but soon found this colony was quite.. different from her old one. There were.. "kids" running around, and "babies" and... "teenagers".. Some drones were even married.

She also found out that every adult drones had to contribute to their society as well, unless they were raising children. Everyone had a job, and Toma was expected to have one as well.

She decided to join the Worker Defense Force, mostly as "watchman". She was tasked with doing patrols around the colony, looking out for any potential problems or weak points that could cause a breach.

She was pretty bad at it since she kept falling asleep while on patrol or forgetting where she was suppose to be.

The others were very forgiving toward her, though, but they figured she needed a different job.

After taking note of her interest in art, she was given the job as the new Art Teacher for the school.

Now if only she could stop falling asleep in class..

TL;DR/I only looked at the pretty pictures:

Toma was part of the Solver Experiments and now lives at Outpost 3 as the resident dumbass Art Teacher.

[struwberrii]

Hello, I like your haikyu headcanons and was wondering if you could do tendou headcanons?:)

tendou headcanons ₊˚⊹♡

thank u for the request!! i feel like tendou doesn’t get a lot of love nowadays so this one is for all the tendou fans (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

he def just makes up songs randomly and sings them for you (usually just to make you laugh)

his shoes usually aren’t tied and he never noticed until someone points it out

imagine tendou with a snaggletooth (i saw someone on tiktok say this and CANNOT STOP THINKING ABT IT it so cute)

constantly does impersonations of characters (he’s actually kind of decent)

little trinket collector

chronically picks at his lips and always ends up bleeding

also picks at his nails/fingers

always celebrates your small little wins with you (yaaayyyy!!)

always comes up with silly games to play when you guys are bored

randomly drops lore on you

makes scary faces at kids if they’re staring for too long

i feel like he’d lowkey listen to tommy heavenly6

hates calling during the day but will have a full convo with you through voice messages

does not let anyone pick on you AT ALL like he’ll get super protective and use his ‘scary’ looks to his advantage to freak people out

encourages you to step out of your comfort zone and try new things

some days social anxiety is scared of him, then the next day he’s too anxious to even go outside

constantly begging you to let him do your makeup even if you don’t wear it (he botched you)

but he still gets insecure sometimes and needs to hear praises and reassurance

let’s you style/cut his hair for him

probably had a random pet growing up, like he found a frog or turtle outside and kept it as a pet

draws on his arms and legs when he gets bored

always scares you, like he waits around the corner for you then jumps out and scares you

has a HUGE sweet tooth

i feel like he would have a really bad memory but keeps all important dates written down, don’t ask him what he ate for dinner because he doesn’t remember

sits in the shower

playful teasing as a love language

watches mukbang videos while he eats

genuinely has a hard time voicing how he feels about people so he uses humor to mask his emotions and now nobody takes him seriously

shockingly the best guy to go to when you need to cheer up, and not because he’d make you laugh but he just knows what to say?? if that makes sense

like he tells you what he wishes someone told him when he was in middle school

always makes sure nobody is left out in a group activity

has the craziest diet, like i feel like he’d eat like a toddler

average tendou meal consists of a yoohoo chocolate milk, a pizza lunchable and a handful of grapes and that’s enough to hold him over for the day

sports garfield pajama pants ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

i feel like he’d also listen to alice in chains

but i also feel like he’d listen to gorillaz

his knees are always bruised (prob from volleyball)

has an impressive figure collection of his favorite manga character :3

sorry guys this is like 30% me projecting 70% tendou hcs 😭

[nenynrawrites]

PDA with Alice in Chains

This was inspired by me and @jarofalicesgrunge talking about Mike Starr, and what he would be like with PDA:3

Also yay, headcanons!!!!!!!:D

(Gosh, why does he look so cute in this?🫠❤️)

Layne:

Loves to hug you at all times

When in public, it's always from behind:)

Tiny kisses<3

Shows you off subtly:)

,,This is MY partner Y/N.''

Biggest goofball around you:)

Jerry:

So so subtle with everything

Kisses? More in private, or when nobody's looking;3

Loves when you show up to as many gigs as possible!

,,Have you met Y/N yet? They're my partner, and they're the sweetest.''

Also gives a great spa tutorial to anybody who asks:D

Sean:

Is the goofiest around you:>

I think he'd love it to give hugs from behind, as much as you would do to him

Private person, but he'd always give you a surprise kiss if he spots a camera before you do:3

,,Hey, so...There's this person I love, called Y/N, and they're the nicest partner:)''

Cockadoodledoo!:D

Mike Starr:

Kisses and hugs 24/7

Picks you up all the time like in that picture with his sister^-^

,,Have you met my beautiful partner Y/N?''

You show up to his gigs, and the whole time he'll look at you (which Layne makes a joke about every time, making the whole audience laugh, but also aww:))

Murmurs the sweetest sweet nothings out of the random:>

Mike Inez:

Will be over the top, but as a joke^^

Hand kisses<3

Loves to put his chin on your head or on your shoulder if he's standing lower than you (or squats down, which always reminds you of a duck x3)

Won't let go of your hand, especially in winter:)

They're such goofs<333

[ghastlyfilters]

random lost boys headcanons that i constantly think about!!

pairing(s): none!

warning(s): mentions of weed, religion, paul being a dirty little shit when it comes down to magazines

(here’s some random headcanons no one asked for but i literally think about these all the time and can’t get them out of my head. and yes, i know some bands and music artists mentioned in this were in their prime after the lost boys was set. but fuck it there’s no need to put dates on things when it’s all just for the sake of fictional writing. ALSO BONUS POINTS TO ANYONE WHO GETS THE OG BRANDON ROGERS REFERENCE IN THIS)

gifs not mine!! (if you know the original owner please tag them!!)

DAVID

• This man smokes like ten packs of cigarettes per day.

Think of a mukbang video but instead it’s just David smoking a shit ton of cigarettes packs.

Max has came to the conclusion that if David were not a vampire, he would in fact be a cancer patient.

• Him bullying someone is just his poor attempts at flirting.

• Makes multiple attempts at destroying Christmas decorations in every store he goes to during winter. When an employee looks in his direction upon hearing the crashing sound of tree baubles, he stares at them with that icy glare, looking personally offended that the employee is giving him the “Did you just do that..” look.

He’s a dumb shit that couldn’t care less what anyone else sees him doing. The employee could literally catch him smacking a glittery bauble off their mini Christmas tree with the back of his hand and he’ll glance over at them, blinking repeatedly.

“It was an accident.”

He’ll even turn to his mind control, allowing the employee to believe it was either Paul or Marko. It usually ends up being Marko, and he’s standing there biting the cuff of his jacket whilst getting the shittiest lecture from the store manager. Turns out poor Marko actually loves the place’s Christmas decorations.. despite being a bloodsucker that should resent anything to do with Christ. He just likes sparkly things.. ☹️

• David is so blunt to anyone who calls him self centred. He ain’t phased in the slightest bit by it. Marko’s said it on multiple occasions after an argument broke out between them all in the cave, and everyone was throwing digs. But the boys know David’s the most brutally honest being they’ve ever encountered.

“Who else am I supposed to be centred on?”

• He’s always dreamed of owning a black cat named Salem, but he knows the cat either won’t take to him being a vampire or the boys might accidentally forget it’s around and do something stupid.

(He really just wants one to sit on his lap whilst he’s in his wheelchair acting like Don fucking Corleone)

• Went through an identity crisis and forced himself to try and look like Billy Idol for a week. (That week turned into years)

• Dwayne’s still trying to convince him that bleaching his hair was a bad decision after a clump of it FELL OUT.

• If there’s ever a child crying on the boardwalk, David’s usually the reason they’re crying.

PAUL

• Is always the “C’mon everybody!!” person at the function. Yet when he runs off excitedly, no one follows.

• Never knows what to do in a chaotic situation because he’s that used to BEING the chaos.

• Cannot sit still for shit. He has to be fiddling with something or bouncing around the place like the madman he is.

• Paul’s a ride or die Mötley Crüe fan. He’s even lured some chicks on the boardwalk by playing Mötley on his boombox for them, feeding afterwards of course. (He’s the sneakiest little shit you’ll ever meet)

If he ever met a girl whom he fell for and eventually turned, his ideal date idea would be going on his motorcycle in the moonlit night and blasting “Kickstart My Heart” with his new partner riding along with him. He’s dreamt of it for years.

(Marko’s bound to third wheel though duh)

• He’s also got a thing for Alice In Chains, and he’s spent many drunken and stoned nights screaming the lyrics to “Bleed The Freak” outside the cave whilst meanwhile inside the boys sit in silence and are forced to listen to him.

• Paul barely sees girls with lip piercings but when he does holy fuck.

Just any kind of person who can pull off facial piercings is magical to him. Whether it be a few or a lot, he’s mesmerised by whatever kind of metal is in your face.

• Says “Pspsps..” to every kitty he sees on the boardwalk then screams the biggest “FUCK YOU!” if he witnesses the cat either pad over to someone else or look at him and run away.

• He’s always got a fucking rootbeer in his hand when he’s in the cave with the boys. Aside from blood, him and Marko live off of rootbeer. Ice. Cold. Rootbeer.

• Cherry Pie by Warrant is this man’s national anthem.

• Continuously has to find new weed dealers because if he has a bad argument with one of the boys, they’ll purposely hunt down his current dealer and drain every drop of blood from their body. This causes Paul to go apeshit because when he’s not out looking for prey or pissing people off on the boardwalk, you can bet his ass is in the cave stoned.

• On the topic of his severe weed habit, he’s not much of an edibles guy. He’d rather be sat on his ass smoking the fattest joint of his immortal existence and enjoying every minute of it. He’s occasionally gotten edibles for Marko, but Marko and gummies do not mix after the Frog Brothers started creeping around again.

• Has the biggest Playboy magazine stash that he hides underneath a pile of old denim and leather jackets in the cave. No one apart from Marko knows about them. Plus they’ve always been for.. special.. occasions..

Marko can’t help himself though and starts singing “In The Heat Of The Night” by Sandra when anyone innocently mentions magazines around Paul. This causes Paul to send his boot into Marko’s stomach whenever the boys are all assing around on the bridge, and he’s the first to fall.

“….. I’m telling David about your WET DREAMSSSSS.” Marko usually screams before disappearing into the fog below.

• Him and Marko don’t celebrate holidays unless it’s Halloween or Easter. They don’t give a fuck about the religious part when it comes down to Easter though. And if they wanted to, they couldn’t. They’re just there for the chocolate. They miss the taste of it. Paul will literally start fighting children during an Easter egg hunt on the boardwalk so he can get more for himself and Laddie.

(God help the children who push Laddie out of the way)

MARKO

• Goes into Claire’s Accessories and proceeds to tell the child who’s about to get their ears pierced how bad it should hurt.

(Also steals drip for himself because hello yes he does indeed fw a Sanrio earring set he’s literally Badtz-Maru coded)

• He’s always the one who’ll make the most guttural moaning sounds if you’re on the phone to someone.

• Him and Paul are always found in the naughty section of Max’s video store.

• Whenever a fight breaks out on the boardwalk (that isn’t started by David or Paul for once) he doesn’t know what the fuck to do so he just starts screaming.

• Whenever one of the boys is hurt or sick (yes vampires get sick), Marko’s always the one who tends to them. He’s a massive over-thinker. David came down with something one time, and it was bad. Real bad. It was extremely rare, but it hit David like a freight train. Marko thought he walked in and found him in a state where he’d never wake up, so Max and the boys were left to deal with him bawling for the rest of the evening. Even David was confused when he awoke from his slumber.

• He has a bat plushie named Boris that Paul stole for him years ago. He gets caught chewing on the wings a lot but all in all he loves his Boris.

• Paul once traveled to LA and took him to one of those haunted house events for Halloween. They got kicked out and almost left their motorcycles because Marko starting punching multiple actors. It ended up in this big ass arguement because Paul swore for a moment he saw a glimpse of Marko’s fangs in the light and his eyes momentarily changed.

• The pigeons that flap around in the cave are like his pets. He’s down for just chilling with them and petting them if they let him.

Marko lowkey loves animals.

• He likes embracing his golden, curly locks. Aside from his fashion sense, he thinks his curls are really what gives him his image. He isn’t vain, but he does truly adore his little curls.

• Marko has such a soft spot for trad goths and their way of dressing. Whenever he sees one on the boardwalk, (which he hopes he will), he’s always fascinated by whatever outfit they have on. If they walk past him and the boys, he offers a shy smile. He wishes he could go start a conversation with them, but he thinks it’d be pretty dumb considering what his.. needs are. He doesn’t wanna kill people he thinks are cool.

DWAYNE

• Has the og resting bitch face.

• He wishes he could just stay silent and wonders why it’s not enough to just show up somewhere and have giant eyes.

• Dwayne used to get so many random people come up to him on the boardwalk and tell him how good he’d suit a black or brown eyeliner.

Since that day Dwayne has never forgotten those people and he always wears eyeliner inside and outside the cave.

• Major black coffee addict despite not even needing it.

• Whenever the likes of Paul and Marko actually try to engage in activities whilst on the boardwalk, some female will waltz up to Dwayne. Their approach and characteristics through their energy will allow him to of course decide what his next move is, but if it’s some yappy person who clearly has a horrible energy, Dwayne can be just as blunt as David is.

“How can I get to know you?”

…

“I don’t want to be known.”

And then he’ll walk away.

• This man is dedicated to leopard print. DEDICATED. In his mind him and the boys are living in some lavish mansion in 70s LA with leopard print plush sofas, leopard print pillows, leopard print bed sheets, literally everything leopard print.

If he had free rein to design the places he wanted to, he’d be ecstatic. (Literally all he wants is to turn Max’s house into a leopard print and cherry red museum.)

• When Dwayne actually smiles around people, it’s the sort of smile that can heal a thousand wounds. Like him coming out of his shell is the sweetest thing to witness.

• If the boys are off irritating the fuck out of people on the boardwalk instead of trying to find a good feed, Dwayne will occasionally sneak away and visit any sort of music store he can find. He could sit and yap to the people in there for days, and that’s really where he feels the most comfy around strangers. He loves talking to others about bands and artists like Judas Priest, Type O Negative, Rob Zombie, Pantera, Sisters of Mercy, Monster Magnet and Rammstein.

• The film The Crow ended up having a really special place in Dwayne’s heart. He loves playing little bits and pieces on his guitar for Laddie from Graeme Revell’s music from the soundtrack.

HII! if you have any lost boys requests send them in!! as you can tell, i really enjoy writing for all of them!! (i’ll write for honestly any lost boys character atp) <33

[ryemackerel]

Me infodumping about my headcanons of musical themes for the Eddsworld gang, specifically the ships!!

Get ready for me to go absolutely silly over TomMatt’s music because AGAHHAHhh I love them so much.

For context! This is based on my TomMatt Spotify playlist @starrixle helped out with!

Pictured above: Two gay guys, who are very stupid silly, take a selfie together, circa 2017. Original post!

First things first: This goes for all of my character playlists, but I always go by a certain genre, mood, and/or instrument I associate with each of them!

For example: I see Edd with a lot of songs from the mid to late-20th century! He loves artists such as The Smiths, Tears For Fears, and Beach Boys. Outside of that, he even loves a lot of Indie genres, like Mac DeMarco and Vacations. I generally describe his music taste to be very calm and easygoing like his personality, and a lot of guitar or keyboard songs, since those are the instruments I generally see him playing.

In this case, for Tom and Matt as individuals:

Matt’s songs are very lightweight, romantic, and daydreamy. A sort of echoey, floating feeling amidst the clouds. He’s the kind of guy who expresses his love upfront to the people he adores and cares about, and a good amount of his playlist has songs with the main theme being love and romance. Some of his songs can be rougher and louder, reflecting more of his love for rock when he was a teenager, but as he got older, he’s generally more lighthearted. I associate a lot of his songs with guitar since he’s the guitarist for The Creatures, and the guitar fit his personality a lot to me. :-] He has a good amount of Soul and R&B. His playlist has artists including Thee Sacred Souls, Common Saints, Steve Lacy, Ginger Root, Frank Ocean, and TV Girl.

Tom’s songs are generally heavier, rougher, louder, and harsher, with a lot of metal, rock, and grunge genres, though with the occasional ska, which shows more of his sillier side, and hip-hop and rap. Tom is usually very concealed and closed off when it comes to expressing his true emotions, but compared to his playlist, his music is very loud and outspoken; either it’s a weighed down feeling in your shoulders, or calmer and more relaxed, yet rough. I highly associate Tom with the bass (also a bassist for Creatures), and there are a good amount of bass-heavy songs in his playlist. I associate him with artists like Deftones, Whirr, Alice In Chains, Type O Negative, SOAD, ATCQ, MF DOOM, and Radiohead. (THANK YOU STAR for introducing me to Deftones and Whirr LOL)

Tom and Matt are almost opposites of each other, with Matt being more upfront and lighter, and Tom being concealed and heavier. And it’s clear that, yeah, evene though their personalities contrast each other, and their main music tastes are different, I still LOVE seeing how this works thematically, and specifically how they get along in the first place.

Tom and Matt together:

A TomMatt song I associate with this segment :) Listening to it right now as I’m typing this!

I associate a lot of what TomMatt is with harmony. This warm, soft embrace, quieter and calmer, but full of rhythm and energy. You feel like flying into space, and the guitar echoes and sustains throughout the air, flying skyhigh, but the bass settles it down, keeps it grounded to make sure it doesn’t fly too far away. They both play together, a melody of highs and lows, both intertwined into one.

Tom and Matt have kinda almost this harmonious relationship with each other, where one of them helps the other realize their own qualities that they never realized before, and helps one other realize things that the other loves about them. They love each other dearly, and as they’ve grown older, they’ve learned to love themselves.

Tom doesn’t open about his issues a lot and closes them off out of fear of burdening others. He insists he’s able to manage these issues on his own without anybody’s help. He doesn’t see himself as anything special, a nobody or “just another problem for someone to deal with.” Especially as he’s grown into his 20s and started taking on harmful coping habits, he’s constantly beaten himself up.

And you can imagine how Matt would react knowing all of this. He never saw Tom as a burden, a nobody, or a problem, but someone that he just genuinely loves to be around. He sees Tom as his whole entire world, and constantly expresses it multiple times, over and over again.

“You’re everything to me, Tom, and you mean so much to me. I just want you to remember that, okay? I love you.”

Tom doesn’t always express his happiness out loud, but being around Matt has helped him realize that “Hey, maybe there’s some good things about me that people love about me. Maybe shit isn’t all so bad.”

Sometimes, there’s moments where Tom slips back into that mindset. Sometimes, he doesn’t understand why Matt would love him for simply “being himself.” The things he hates about himself feel so much more amplified than the things people appreciate him for. Tom sees Matt, who loves every single part of him, and he asks Matt, “Why do you love me so much? Don’t I just stress you out more?”

“Well, you feel hurt, right? I can’t just leave you be when you feel hurt all on your own.”

“You should be spending time with else. Don’t put all of your energy just on me, man. Go with Edd or Tord, maybe they’ll make you happier.”

“But what if I want to spend time with you? You make me happier.”

“…

Do what you want.”

Sometimes, Tom never understands Matt. He sometimes accidentally says things that hurt her, and he sometimes stresses her out with his issues, so why would she want to spend more time with him? But you know, no matter what, he appreciates how much someone is willing to stick around and never give up on him.

Even Matt has her own shit. She can be really fun to be around and loves talking to other people as much as she can, but there’s times where being out overwhelms her. Whenever she’s out in public, her anxiety can skyrocket. She picks up on every little conversation others say around her, and she constantly thinks about what others feel about her. She can have a good day, but as soon as she feels like her surroundings overwhelm her, she shuts down.

Tom doesn’t always know how to help or what to say, since he isn’t someone who uses a lot of words to help others. But during those quiet moments, the best he knows what to do is take Matt into his arms, and embrace him, so so tightly.

“(Hugging Matt) …Had a bad day today?”

“…”

“Hey, hey… It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Just breathe.”

“Today could’ve been a good day.”

“It’s okay to have a bad day. We all get those sometimes.”

“I missed you a lot.”

“(Hugging her tighter) I missed you a lot, too.”

I love how well the guitar and bass work together, just like Tom and Matt together. A lot of their music I associate with Steve Lacy, BADBADNOTGOOD, Tyler the Creator, Childish Gambino, and Piero Piccioni. Some of the songs I’ll list below shows a lot of bass and guitar, and also some orchestra, which I associate with Matt. :)

Some by Steve Lacy was the very first song I thought about when I imagined what Tom and Matt's duo theme would sound like. A lot of Steve's discography is what I see being TomMatt's genres :-) Lots of bassline and very funky guitar tunes. Again, very lightweight and enthusiastic, but also relaxed and calm. I imagine them playing together in almost all of these kinda songs. <3

Some other songs I absolutely ABSOLUTELY love and associate with TomMatt:

I'll end off this post for now because I don't want to make it TOO long HAHAGAA But this is just a little insight to my TomMatt brain! This is solely based on just my headcanons and roleplays of them with the help of my partner. Been wanting to talk about my thought processes behind all my other Eddsworld playlists, so hope you enjoyed this super long one! GAHHA

[missbellie]

Redline, and...GO!- B.E

Synopsis: You and your ex-girlfriend are illegal car racers. Your breakup wasn't very amicable due to both of your toxicity, so you've avoided competing with each other. But apparently fate has other plans for you.

Pair: B.e×F!Reader

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: none (?)

Style: Fanfic | Imagine | Headcanons

Part: part 1 ⇽ part 2 ⇽part 3 ⇽ part 4 ⇽

You wiped your hands on your jeans, fingers still stained with oil, half-distracted by the sputtering engine in front of you. It had been a long night, but the peace of the garage was the only thing keeping your head from spinning.

Until—

“Thought you were good with your hands,” came that low, smug voice behind you.

You sighed.

“Billie,” you muttered without turning. “I was having a nice evening.”

She rounded the car, cocky as ever, her chain glinting under the fluorescent lights.

“Clearly,” she said, eyeing your half-reassembled carburetor. “Nice evening building a death trap.”

You rolled your eyes. “What do you want?”

“Just checking in.” Her tone was light—too light. “Making sure Alice didn’t fry your brain with one of her ‘deep talks’ about destiny or whatever.”

You looked up. “You’ve really got something against her, huh?”

Billie’s smirk twitched. “Only when she starts acting like she owns shit she didn’t earn.”

Your jaw tensed. “She’s my friend.”

“Right.” She leaned on the hood beside you. “So is your car. Doesn’t mean you should let her drive it.”

You blinked. “Did you just compare me to a car?”

“Don’t act surprised,” Billie said, grinning. “You’re high-maintenance. Loud. Fast. Sexy in the right light.”

“Shut up.” You shoved her lightly, half a laugh escaping your lips before you could stop it.

She caught your wrist on the way down. Just for a second.

“You blushing?” she asked, leaning in close enough for her breath to tickle your neck.

Your heart jumped. “It’s hot in here.”

Billie laughed—quiet and sharp. “Sure it is.”

You pulled away, grabbing a wrench just to have something to do with your hands.

“Why are you really here?” you asked, avoiding her eyes.

Billie’s smirk dimmed, but didn’t vanish.

“Wanted to see if you needed help. Or if you were still too proud to ask.”

You opened your mouth to bite back—but paused.

She was teasing, yeah. But she hadn’t pushed too hard. Not yet.

“I could use a second pair of hands,” you muttered.

Billie raised a brow. “Say it louder. I might die before I hear that again.”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“No promises.”

You worked side by side for a few minutes, tension thick but tolerable. Billie passed you tools without asking. Knew when to shut up. Knew when to poke you just enough.

“I still think you’re compensating with this spoiler,” she said, casually nudging it. “Trying to scare off anyone who gets too close?”

You shot her a look. “You’re one to talk. You walk like your boots are trying to fight the pavement.”

“Only because I’m always being followed,” she shot back, eyeing you.

You almost choked on your own breath. “You’re unbelievable.”

“But I’m right.”

You tried to hide the grin that tugged at your lips. Failed miserably.

And that’s when Alice walked in.

She paused at the entrance, eyes flicking from you to Billie to the engine you were working on together. Her smile faltered for just a second.

“Hey,” she said, walking in like she owned the place. “Didn’t know I needed an appointment.”

You straightened. “We were just fixing something.”

Billie didn’t even glance up. “Nice of you to drop by.”

Alice ignored her. She walked straight to you, placing a hand lightly on your back. It lingered.

“You wanna grab food after this?” she asked.

You hesitated.

Billie didn’t.

“She’s busy.”

You turned. “Billie—”

“She’s got a race tomorrow,” Billie said, voice casual, but eyes locked on Alice. “Unless you want her distracted.”

Alice crossed her arms. “We can eat and talk strategy.”

“We both know you’re not here to talk strategy.”

Silence.

You stepped back, suddenly very aware of how close the two of them were. Billie was smirking. Alice was pissed. You were caught in the middle with a wrench in your hand and a headache building behind your eyes.

“Maybe another night,” you said to Alice, soft but firm.

She blinked. Then forced a smile. “Sure. No problem.”

She lingered another minute, but didn’t say much else.

And when she finally walked out—heels loud, back stiff—you noticed Billie watching you.

“What?” you asked, irritated.

“Nothing,” she said, smug. “Just… you’re getting better at seeing through bullshit.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t need you to coach me.”

“I know,” Billie said, her smile almost fond. “But it’s fun watching you figure it out.”

You roll your eyes, and Billie lets out a small nasal laugh.

But, once the door shut behind Alice, the garage seemed quieter.

You exhaled, wiping your palms on your thighs. Billie didn’t say anything—just grabbed a rag and kept fiddling with the bolt she’d been tightening.

A strange silence settled between you.

Not sharp. Not biting.

Just… still.

You glanced over.

“You remember when we tried to rebuild that junkyard Honda?” you asked, voice lighter. “The one that almost exploded?”

Billie looked up slowly, lips twitching. “You mean the one you insisted would ‘change the game’?”

“It could’ve! If you hadn’t wired the ignition backward.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, finally letting a laugh escape. “You’re the one who said red goes to green.”

“That was a joke, Billie!”

You both broke into laughter, the kind that came too easy, like slipping into an old hoodie.

Billie sat on the edge of the workbench, shaking her head.

“God,” she said, “we really thought we were invincible back then.”

You smiled, the memory a warm ache in your chest. “We were so stupid.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“Oh, come on. You once tried to fix your muffler with duct tape and chewing gum.”

Billie pointed a finger. “It worked for three blocks.”

You laughed again, and for a moment, the world pulled back. No races. No betrayal. Just you.

Just you and Billie, the grease under your nails, the sting of shared history behind your smiles.

She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, voice softer now.

“Those nights in your old driveway,” she said, eyes on the ground, “felt like the only real thing in the world.”

You blinked.

Something about the way she said it…

Your heart clenched. The air shifted. Like the ghosts between you had decided to sit down and join.

“Yeah,” you said, quieter. “Me too.”

Billie looked at you. Really looked. And for the first time in a long time, there was no wall in her eyes. Just… you. The way she used to look at you, like she didn’t know whether she wanted to kiss you or kill for you.

The moment stretched.

But before anything could be said—

Before you could breathe—

The door slammed open.

“Yo!” Benny’s voice rang out like a hammer. “Who left a wrench in the alley? Someone’s gonna pop a tire.”

Billie sat up straight, expression hardening in an instant. The softness vanished like it had never been there.

Jhon followed behind her, eyeing you both with a smirk.

“Well, well. What’s this? Date night?”

You scoffed. “Fixing the car, dumbass.”

Billie was already moving—grabbing her jacket, stepping away from the workbench like the walls were suddenly too close.

“Leaving already?” Benny asked.

Billie ignored her.

You watched her cross the garage without looking back.

But just as she reached the door, she paused.

Half-turned.

“Good luck tomorrow,” she said—just to you.

The garage felt quieter after Billie left, like she’d taken the air with her. The lingering scent of grease and burnt rubber clung to everything, but all you could think about was the flicker in her eyes before she walked away.

“So…”

Benny’s voice broke through your thoughts as she climbed up onto the counter, swinging her legs. “What was that?”

You shrugged, too casually.

“Nothing. Just… talking.”

John snorted and leaned against the wall, arms crossed, giving you a look that read straight through your performance.

“You two haven’t talked like normal people in years. What changed?”

Benny nodded, frowning.

“Yeah. And I thought you and Alice were a thing now.”

You rolled your eyes, drying your hands on a rag.

“We’re not a thing. You both know Alice has been my best friend since forever. That’s it.”

John raised a skeptical brow. Benny tilted her head.

“Either way,” John said, pushing off the wall and stepping closer, “we know your history with Billie. We’re just worried.”

You sighed, trying not to sound defensive.

“Relax… I’m fine. Under control.”

The two exchanged a glance that told you they didn’t believe a word of it.

“Seriously, guys.” You smiled a little, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’m fine. I’m almost ready to head over for dinner—just a few more things to finish up.”

Benny jumped down from the counter and stretched.

“Alright, I’ll go set the table. You two finish up and come over soon.”

She tossed a wink at John and left the garage, her footsteps echoing into the hallway. The silence she left behind was different than Billie’s—heavier.

You turned back toward your tools, only to feel John’s presence beside you.

“Don’t,” you warned softly, without looking at him.

But he didn’t listen.

“We love you, Y/N. Benny and I. You know that, right?”

You glanced at him, lips pursed. He wasn’t teasing. His dark eyes held nothing but quiet concern.

“That little heart of yours hasn’t forgotten those ocean eyes.”

You opened your mouth, but he cut you off gently.

“I saw it, Y/N. Don’t pretend I didn’t. The way you two look at each other like the world disappears. Like it’s still yours."

He took a breath. "And the necklace—yeah, I know it’s still under your shirt. I remember when she gave it to you. Every time your heart beats, it’s still saying her name.”

You swallowed hard.

“But listen to me—if she hurts you again?”

He stepped closer, hand landing gently but firmly on your shoulder. “I’ll make sure she never sets eyes on you again. I swear it.”

Your throat tightened, and for a second, the tears prickled behind your eyes.

John pulled you into a hug, no questions asked. You let yourself fall into it, hiding your face in his shoulder as he stroked your hair like an older brother—calm, solid, the kind of person who didn’t say things unless he meant them.

“By the way…” he whispered before pulling away, eyes serious. “I don’t trust Alice. Not for a second. Be careful, okay?”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and walked out, leaving you alone in the stillness of the garage once again.

The garage was quiet again, the last echo of John’s footsteps fading like a warning on the wind. You leaned against the worktable, fingertips brushing the silver chain just beneath your shirt.

You hesitated.

Then, slowly, you pulled the necklace out from under the fabric. The pendant glinted softly in the warm yellow light. A tiny gear with a sapphire set in the middle—subtle, but intricate. Mechanical, beautiful, just like her.

And suddenly, you were there again.

Two years ago.

Rain fell in sheets against the warehouse roof.

Billie stood beside you, soaked through from the ride, hair dripping down her forehead, a devilish smirk curling her lips. She was holding something behind her back.

"You’re shivering," she said, stepping closer, raindrops rolling off her leather jacket.

"I'm not cold," you muttered, teeth chattering slightly.

Billie tilted her head and pulled the tiny box from behind her.

"Happy 'You beat my ass at the track twice this week' day," she said, smug but soft.

You blinked, confused.

"That's not a thing."

"It is now." She popped the lid open. The necklace sat nestled inside on a scrap of blue velvet. Your breath caught.

"You like it?" she asked. For once, unsure.

"Yeah. I mean—yeah. It's..." You cleared your throat, caught off-guard.

"Why though?"

Billie shrugged, biting the inside of her cheek. Her eyes flicked to yours and didn’t look away.

"Because you always fix everyone else’s shit, and I thought maybe... something small could be yours. Just yours. And because I hate that you never wear anything that makes people look twice."

A pause.

"You should be looked at. All the time."

You didn’t say anything. Just closed the box, stepped forward, and pressed your lips to hers like gravity pulled you in. That night, you let her take the necklace off. But the next morning, you put it back on. And every day since—even after the crash, even after the fallout—you’d worn it, hidden beneath your clothes.

Like a bruise that never healed right.

Present.

“Y/N!” Benny’s voice echoed from the hallway, dragging you back to the present.

“Dinner’s ready, come on before John eats everything!”

You swallowed thickly, slipping the necklace back under your shirt and wiping your hands on your jeans. When you stepped out of the garage, Benny was waiting with her arms open like always.

"You good?" she asked softly, squeezing your waist as you approached.

You nodded.

"Yeah. Just... memories."

"Billie?"

You looked away, but your silence was answer enough. Benny didn’t press. She just wrapped her arm around your shoulder and led you down the hall.

"Well, if you're gonna be haunted, might as well eat while you do it," she joked, earning a small, reluctant laugh from you.

"You're a menace," you said, smiling into her hair.

"And you're stuck with me."

The two of you walked into the dining room, holding each other like you were both trying to keep something from slipping out of your chests.

Dinner felt like breathing again.

The table was set messily—plates a little off-center, forks mismatched, one glass already half-spilled thanks to Jonathan’s clumsiness—but it was perfect in the way only home can be. The smell of garlic, roasted vegetables, and cheap wine filled the house like a hug.

You sat between Benny and Jonathan, laughter spilling from your lips uncontrollably as they argued over whether Jon actually cried watching Fast & Furious 7.

"I did not cry," he said, eyes narrowed as he scooped rice onto his plate.

"You absolutely did, I saw your bottom lip trembling like a baby," Benny snorted, elbowing him.

"I had allergies!"

"Sure, allergies. To brotherhood and Paul Walker's smile."

You cackled, nearly choking on your drink.

It was like this all the time—this chaotic rhythm, this safe noise. You’d forgotten how much you needed it.

"Remember when we broke into the school’s storage room to steal the traffic cones?" Benny asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"To make a ‘practice track’ behind the football field?" Jon added, grinning.

"And then we got caught because somebody left a trail of Skittles from their backpack all the way to the cones—"

"It was Y/N!" they both shouted at once, pointing at you.

"Okay, but who ate the evidence?" you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

"I regret nothing," Benny replied, dramatically placing a hand over her chest.

Your cheeks ached from smiling. This was what they did best—reheat your heart when you couldn’t do it yourself. The three of you had been inseparable since you were ten years old, a trio of trouble. Every school you went to? Chaos. Always pulled into the principal’s office. Always in detention. Always together.

You shared one love above all: cars.

Benny’s dad was a mechanic, her mother the fiery owner of a dive bar just around the corner of your old neighborhood. Benny, with her riot of red curls and those light brown eyes that sparked with trouble, had always been the loudest of the three. Loyal, impulsive, and dramatic to her bones, the freckles scattered across her cheeks practically danced when she smirked.

Jonathan was the quiet one, but never boring. His grandfather had been a street-racing legend, and even though Jon didn’t talk about it much, you knew how deep that legacy ran. With short black hair, hazel eyes that could melt or freeze depending on the angle, and a sly, clever calmness that made him the perfect counter to Benny’s chaos, he carried his mischief like a secret weapon. And—yeah—Benny had definitely fallen for him somewhere along the way, even if she’d rather die than admit it.

And then there was you.

Maybe the glue. Maybe the spark. Maybe the mess. But undeniably part of the whole.

At eighteen, you’d all scraped together every penny you could and, with the help of Jon’s dad—who happened to own a couple shady properties—you’d rented a decent house in Ravencar, a half-forgotten village three hours out of New York. No street cameras. No police sniffing around.

It wasn’t a place for dreams. But it was perfect for the kind of dreams you three had.

Illegal races. Midnight engines. Living on the edge of something you couldn’t quite name.

And now, years later, here you were—older, maybe wiser, but still together. Still fighting to hold onto the pieces of yourselves.

"You’re zoning out," Benny said, mouth full of potatoes.

"I was reminiscing," you replied with a shrug.

"About what?" Jon asked, pouring himself another glass of wine.

"Skittles," you lied, smirking.

Benny snorted.

"You always get soft after garage shifts. Must be the oil fumes."

"Or maybe it’s the ghost of a certain ex," Jon said, not looking at you, but his voice edged with knowing.

You rolled your eyes but said nothing. The necklace beneath your shirt suddenly felt heavier.

The past was always lingering in Ravencar. And it was getting harder to ignore how close it had gotten again.

Billie POV

The bourbon burned on its way down — not enough to distract, but enough to blur the edges. The bottle sat on the table, half-empty, or half-full depending on how self-destructive she was feeling tonight.

The living room was quiet. She hated the quiet.

She leaned back on the beat-up couch in her shop, boots up on the table, a cigarette burning lazily between her fingers. One of Y/N’s songs was still playing on that old-ass speaker — not that she’d ever admit she left it on.

She didn’t even like that song.

(But she remembered Y/N humming it once while fixing her carburetor. Grease on her cheek. That stupid little necklace glinting in the sun.)

Billie groaned, tilting her head back, eyes closed.

"Fuck," she muttered to no one.

Y/N had looked at her differently today.

Not soft. Not angry either.

Just… strangely calm. Like she wasn’t carrying all that fire Billie used to know. Like maybe someone else had helped her put it out.

Maybe it was Alice.

Billie scoffed, the sound bitter in her throat.

Alice.

Pretty. Polite. Predictable.

She could play nice all she wanted — Billie could smell desperation a mile away. She’d seen the way Alice looked at Y/N like she was a prize to win. But Y/N was no damn trophy.

Y/N was chaos. Was wind through the windows at 150mph. She was the first taste of danger and the last breath before the crash.

And Billie… had been the one who let her go.

She took another long swig from the bottle, dragging her hand across her mouth after.

"You’re such an idiot," she whispered, half-laughing at herself.

The memories came easy when she was like this.

Y/N laughing in her lap during late-night stakeouts. Y/N shouting over engines. Y/N biting her lip when she was trying not to smile. Y/N begging her not to leave that night—

She shut her eyes harder.

They hadn’t touched in years, but the ghost of her still clung to Billie’s skin.

And today, with Y/N looking at her across the garage — not flinching, not running, just standing there — it had done something to Billie. Twisted something deep and unfinished.

Her fingers itched. For her skin. Her mouth. Her laugh.

But instead, she took another drag.

"You look at me like that again," she murmured aloud, her voice rough and slow, "and I might not be able to keep pretending I’m over you."

There was no one to hear it.

Just the hum of the speaker. The smoke curling into the ceiling. The burn in her chest that had nothing to do with liquor.

"I need to go for a walk," the girl says, grabbing her keys from the car and heading out the door.

The sky was dark, barely any stars peeking through. The cold night air scraped against your already sore throat as you walked back from the pharmacy, clutching the little paper bag in your hand.

Then—

Bright headlights.

Engine roaring.

Too fast.

You jumped onto the sidewalk just as tires screeched and the car came to a hard stop right in front of you.

“ARE YOU INSANE?!” you shouted, your voice raspier than usual.

The driver’s door swung open, and out stepped her.

“Y/N?” Billie blinked, leaning lazily on the door like she hadn’t just nearly flattened you.

You stared in disbelief.

“Are you drunk?!”

“Define drunk,” she said, voice annoyingly casual. “If you mean... artistically relaxed, then yeah, maybe.”

You squinted at her.

“You almost killed me, Billie!”

“Technically, I didn’t. That’s what reflexes are for. Yours are pretty good, by the way.”

“This isn’t funny.” You marched toward her. “You could’ve seriously hurt someone. You can’t drive like this!”

She held up both hands. “Okay, okay, jeez. Chill. You're acting like I ran over a puppy.”

“You ran over my sanity, does that count?”

Billie tilted her head. “I dunno, yours was already pretty wrecked.”

You glared, ready to swing your pharmacy bag at her head.

“Get back in the car and go home before someone actually dies.”

“I am home. Ravencar is my kingdom, didn’t you know?”

You rolled your eyes so hard it nearly hurt.

“And you’re its drunk clown, apparently.”

“Ouch.” She clutched her chest. “Harsh words from someone shopping for throat meds like a grandma.”

“Some people take care of themselves. Wild concept, huh?”

“Some people are also fun. You used to be fun.”

You took a threatening step forward.

“And you used to have a functioning brain.”

Billie laughed, stumbling slightly but catching herself.

“Okay, okay. No need to fight me on the street like we’re in some reality show.”

“You are the reality show, Billie.”

She leaned against the car, grinning.

“That mean you're watching?”

You gave her a long, unimpressed stare, then turned and started walking.

“Don’t follow me.”

She stayed where she was, hands in her pockets.

“I wasn’t gonna. You're scary tonight.”

"Must be the cough syrup."

hates this one, bye

luv u, xoxo

[paladinsbrainrot]

modern party music headcanons (my ‼️OPINION‼️)

will: (resident music snob, not as bad as jonathan and will indulge in mainstream when it appeals to him but is absolutely curating his spotify wrapped. loves new-wave and 60s brit rock. probably had a twenty one pilots phase in middle school tho) the cure, talking heads, joy division, david bowie, the beach boys, the smiths, radiohead, new order, crowded house, elliott smith, the beatles, the clash, the strokes, jeff buckley, depeche mode, alex g, pixies, the killers, morrissey, modern english, the kinks

mike: (doesn't really care about music as much as will but he can be pretty particular. big on widwest emo, but has no shame about liking boyband music) weezer, paramore, the 1975, sloan, american football, the smashing pumpkins, blur, radiohead, death cab for cutie, gorillaz, a heartwell ending, big time rush, pinegrove, wallows, slowdive, syd matters, pavement, alex g, modern baseball, jimmy eat world, the killers, red hot chilli peppers, journey, lush, the neighbourhood

el: (extreme pop girlie!!! she is probably scouting everywhere for concerts to go to and has survived the great ticketmaster war several times. I think she is very big on 2000s romcom music as well) the sundays, sabrina carpenter, cocteau twins, the cranberries, ethel cain, chappell roan, lady gaga, lorde, phoebe bridgers, adrienne lenker, madonna, olivia rodrigo, taylor swift, stretch princess, bananarama, blondie, the cardigans, sixpence none the richer, clairo, beabadoobee, cyndi lauper, mediavolvo, big thief, the smiths, fleetwood mac, the go-go's, faye webster

max: (a little more on the grunge and alternative side. loves some deep shit that she can feel in her bones. always has her earphones in you will NEVER catch her without them) pj harvey, fiona apple, hole, tori amos, the smashing pumpkins, alice in chains, blondie, mazzy star, incubus, the cranberries, nirvana, slowdive, the goo goo dolls, deftones, paramore, kate bush, the breeders, radiohead, blur, boa, pixies, beabadoobee, metric, no doubt, liz phair, lush, alanis morissette, tame impala, the neighbourhood, heart, cocteau twins, bjork, avril lavigne, patti smith

lucas: (mr yearner over here. i think his music taste is much more random and based on vibes if anything. I think he's an honorary pop girlie but also loves 80s music and 90s hip-hop) jeff buckley, adrienne lenker, the velvet underground, phoebe bridgers, clairo, mitski, harry styles, taylor swift, blood orange, mac demarco, the smiths, dean blunt, wham!, maroon 5, spandau ballet, hall & oates, phil collins, michael jackson, billy idol, U2, sonic youth, CAKE, brent faiyaz, kid cudi, young mc, a tribe called quest, justin timberlake, stereo mc's, vanilla ice, beastie boys, n.e.r.d., nelly, ice cube, outkast

dustin: (weird synthpop enjoyer!!! I like to think he's the type of person who knows all these old underground bands from the 80s and loves showing support for small local bands) oingo boingo, pink floyd, weezer, a-ha, duran duran, talking heads, david bowie, the human league, dead or alive, weird al, men at work, naked eyes, the buggles, the psychedelic furs, the b-52's, spookey ruben, jim morrison, cut copy, bee gees, the guess who, bay city rollers, thompson twins, thomas dolby, blondie, kool & the gang, fiction factory

[campymonkey]

Natalie Scatorccio Headcanons: favorite music pre-crash

Favorite album is The Velvet Underground & Nico by The Velvet underground but she tells everyone it's their more controversial sophomore album White Light/White Heat because she thinks the banana album is too mainstream

Teases Shauna for being a Weezer fan but secretly loves it too

Loves the Riot Grrrl movement, listens to Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill imagining a girl singing it to her

LOVES grunge. Nirvana, Hole, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, PJ Harvey, Soundgarden, L7, Babes in Toyland...

Went to NYC to watch a Bikini Kill concert and went STATIC when they said girls to the front. Cried watching Kathleen Hanna from so upclose

Gets really annoyed when people say Nirvana is better than Hole

Also when people don't recognize PJ Harvey's pioneerism in grunge music

Obsessed with The Cure. Her and Shauna constantly get on fights over which of the post-punk rival bands are better: The Smiths or The Cure

Favorite Hole album really is Pretty on the Inside but she's been really digging Live Through This because Lottie always puts it in her car when giving her a ride. They blast the music and sing along

Always gets high with Lottie and they listen to Dummy - Portishead

Her and Lottie found out about Kate Bush together. Her favorite album by the queen is Never For Ever

Jackie and Lottie put her on Madonna and now she LOVES IT, even though she mostly listens to rock she's not ashamed of it at all. Tells everyone how revolutionary she is. Favorite album of hers is Bedtime Stories

[radioactive-yuri]

various assorted musically-inclined thunderbolts headcanons

because i'm pretty sure i did this way back in the day with the og avengers and it just feels right.

yelena:

big fan of japanese '90s citypop.

picked up drumming as a hobby at some point.

not a fan of anything classical. it reminds her of the red room.

go-to karaoke song: busy woman by sabrina carpenter.

ava:

alternates between classic rock and punk.

top 0,1% hole listener for three years straight.

secretly learning guitar, but it's taking a while.

go-to karaoke song: serve the servants by nirvana.

bob:

mostly listens to instrumental tracks, they help him sleep.

when he does listen to songs with vocals in them, it's usually either radiohead or tame impala.

actually has the best singing voice, because he used to take lessons.

go-to karaoke song: growing/dying by the backseat lovers.

john:

back in high school, he was on some troy bolton shit. football team captain and lead cornet in the marching band. nobody knows.

he still knows how to play the cornet btw. but he never will. sad.

big fan of bands like magna carta cartel, alice in chains, duran duran, and the rolling stones.

go-to karaoke song: ordinary world by duran duran.

alexei:

oh u KNOW my eastern european ass is about to get oddly specific.

kino and car-man, 100%. if i'm really self-indulgent with it, i do think he'd also listen to ultra bra and leevi and the leavings.

red army choir stuff too, just for nostalgia.

go-to karaoke song: american pie by don mclean.

bucky:

pretty much just stuff from his youth, but he does enjoy some modern music too.

the others deeply enjoy interrogating him on his opinions of modern music.

learned to play the acoustic guitar in his 20's, still remembers the very basics of it.

go-to karaoke song: that's life by frank sinatra.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Name Day Gifts - Team Green

prompt: my friend's birthday as coming up and she asked if I would do some headcanons for what the Team Green boys would get their partner for their birthday/name day.💚 --------------------------------------------

Aegon

As the King, Aegon had the right call any number of feasts & tourneys to order, for whatever reason he chooses. What better reason than your Name Day? He would be extremely involved in the planning. From the music, to the entertainment, to even having your favorite foods catered for the event. He even has a dress made, embroidered with his own personal dragon sigil, as a gift for the party. All of this is for you, and he is happy to see you enjoying yourself. But there is a part of Aegon, later in the evening and after too much wine, that he is jealous over all the attention you are giving others. The needy King will eventually spirit you away all for himself.

Aemond

Aemond is not one for celebrating Name Days. Any idiot can be born. It is true achievement that should be praised. But, he is neither cold hearted enough nor foolish enough to realize not everyone feels this way. He would give you your gift in private. Handing it to you like any other prize, with no more flourish than “for another year older”. He would have the royal jeweler craft a sapphire pendant for you, suspended on a white gold chain, with facets as intricate as a dragon’s egg. “To act as my eye when I am not around.” He would tell you. To watch over you. To protect you. The promise is the real gift, the necklace is just flare.

Gwayne

Gwayne is terrible at picking gifts. Completely hopeless, if one were being honest. His heart is in the right place, as he often gets things based on some innate fact of trivia his partner has given him. Example? You once mentioned you liked persimmons, so he procured a whole crate for you, by which you could never finish them all before they rot. He leans on his sister for advice, which are all practical and traditional gifts for a Name Day. In the end, however, he gets them a horse. As Alicent mentioned something they could do together and he thought ‘I like riding’, so Gwayne presented them with the most beautiful white mare he could find so they could go riding together.

Criston 

He of course cannot let their relationship be known, due to his oath, but he remembers all the same. With the power of his position, Criston would sneak into your chambers and leave a small parcel on your bed or dresser for you to find. A small trinket of a golden spear cloak pin. Seemingly innocent, but the meaning is clean. Gold for his cloak. A spear as the symbol of his Dornish heritage. And finally, a cloak pin so you can wear it over your heart. Though he can never say it, Criston swells with pride every time he sees you wear it; which is almost daily after your Name Day.