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

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

~Regards

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I see you found my dog.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Charming.”

“I try.”

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

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

“No. No I don’t.” She said softly.

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

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