kelltonic

[kelltonic]

Daichi Sawamura Sketch Page!!!

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

He’s so cute I love him

[kelltonic]

Ao3

I made a new Ao3 account!! (〜^∇^)〜

I'll have more Top Gun and Marvel coming!!!

[kelltonic]

Defences ★彡

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Reader

Description: While at the hard deck with the other daggers, Mickey - your boyfriend - get’s heavily flirted on by a stranger when you’re not around, and he is never more committed to shut someone down.

Warnings: Alcohol/Drunkenness, very light sexual harassment (fem on man). Canon-typical asshole Hangman. I love Reuben. Fanboy is a sweetheart. Other than that it’s just an established relationship and fluff. No use of y/n.

WC: 1,500

A/N: Guys if you want more Mickey (or any top gun) PLEASE request - I have been struggling for ideas lol - even if it’s just another version of an already made fanfiction with a different character, or a headcanons prompt!! - ALSO for anyone who read my prev a/n on my other fanboy ff, I GOT 100% ON MY ENGLISH EXAM!!! I actually started tweaking out (it was creative writing). We don't talk about my other exams though.

“Oh come on!” Mickey groaned while throwing his arms in the air, physically complaining over the miss he just hit in pool. “The tables gotta be uneven or something.” He said, mostly jokingly.

"Don't be bitter that I'm just better." Reuben shrugged, flashing a cocky smile to tease his best friend with.

After a long day of flying, most of the squadron retired to the most familiar place on base, the Hard Deck. A comforting yet bustling bar that welcomed naval aviators with open arms.

"Now that's funny-" Fanboy was about to start, but was quickly cut off by that oh so familiar southern drawl.

"Boys, boys, let me show you how a real man shoots." Hangman mocked, condescendingly snatching the pool cue out of Fanboy's hands while simultaneously shooting a wink to one of the many attractive women scattered around the bar. Payback's face formed a frustrated expression as he leaned back to watch what Hangman would do. Hangman did this more than anyone would like. Preferably, he'd never interrupt the games for some silly flirting exercise, but something about Jake couldn't live without the thrill of the tease.

Fanboy was about the opposite, despite what his callsign may allude. Sure, before he met you, he would throw around a few pick up lines and enjoy the spotlight whenever a pretty girl noticed him. But now? He is duller than a rock if someone tries to get a piece of him. You're his favourite person in the entire world, and he makes sure you know it - as long as you promise not to tell Reuben. He can't have another passive-aggressive flight because Reuben decided to teach him how significant of a role he plays in Mickey's life. He would rather jump out of his plane mid flight than let you think you meant anything less to him.

So when the girl Hangman had been flirting with had finally approached him with her friends who had been giggling like hyenas at the squadron the entire night, he just went to get another round.

He looked back from the bar to see the girls clinging to various daggers while waiting for the drinks, chuckling at the sight of Reuben getting surrounded. He didn't think anything of it until one of them separated and began approaching him.

But he didn't want to assume anything, she may just be coming to do the same thing as him.

"Hey handsome." She giggled, leaning against the bar next to Fanboy. Welp, there goes the lack of assumption.

"Hi." He responded bluntly, giving a brief polite yet not hinting smile. All that warranted was a giggly and flirtatious response.

"Come here often?" She said, clearly a little tipsy if not anything further. She scooted closer to him, practically brushing him. As much as he wanted to make space between him, the bar was particularly crowded and he honestly didn't want to bother the aviator directly behind him.

"Yeah a bit, most of us frequent this bar the most." He said with a dry sigh, averting eye contact. He couldn't help but wish Penny sped up with the drinks, but he would never in any lifetime say that to her and face her (and Maverick's) wrath.

"Come on pretty boy, loosen up." She giggled while gripping his arm, trying to push their bodies flush together.

"Okay no thank you." He quickly spoke, lightly pushing her away. He was uncomfortable, and couldn't help but feel guilty despite the fact he had done nothing wrong. "I have a girlfriend." He stated, easily plying her hand off his arm.

"Is she here?" She said while staring into his eyes playfully, unbothered by the physical signs he was presenting.

"No?" He said, puzzled by her persistence.

"Then she doesn't have to know." She responded while trying to close the distance again.

"Here ya go." Penny interrupted with a small smile, placing a tray of various alcoholic beverages in front of them before dashing off to another patron. all Mickey could think was 'oh thank goodness' as Penny saved him from this uncomfortable and awkward encounter.

He grabbed the drink tray and flashed the girl a small, awkward smile as he sped walk to the full group again.

"Ayy!!" Reuben and various others bellowed, grateful to see another wave of drinks. "Our saviour." He joked, taking a beer.

"On land and sky." Mickey responded, placing the tray down while grabbing himself a beer. It only took a few awkward shuffles from Mickey for Reuben to detect something was off, despite his current state.

"You good?" He asked with a smile, tilting his head as he carefully watched Mickey's reaction.

"Yeah, yeah, I just feel... dirty." Mickey murmured, the guilt of another woman's attraction to him weighing on him like an elephant.

"Dirty? Or like.. dirty." Reuben repeated, shifting from a playful to serious tone.

"Dirty." Mickey echoed, reaching for his phone in his back pocket. "...One of the girls was flirting with me. Hard." He elaborated.

"Since when was that a bad thing?" Reuben scoffed, before a wave of realisation hit him. "Ohhh... right, okay." A neutral tone flowing through his voice. It only took a second for a puzzled expression to take over his face. Mickey had to admit one thing, Reuben was one of the most expressive people he's ever met.

"So... why do you feel bad?" He mocked, a slight laugh leaving his mouth. "You didn't flirt back.. right?" Reuben questioned. He knew how utterly enamoured Mickey was with you, he had to get his callsign from somewhere. But he couldn't help but seek clarification.

"No!" Mickey swiftly reacted after taking a gulp of his beer, a frankly offended expression covering his face.

"...." Reuben just stared, a little dumbfounded at Mickey's loyalty policies. Despite a hint of respect also developing, he couldn't help but laugh at Mickey's commitment to you. And his standards for what counts as something he should feel guilty for or not. However, Reuben was also observant. Even if he wasn't, it would still be easy to tell how sad the thought of someone else flirting with Mickey made him. Someone other than you. But his trance was interrupted by an exaggerated sigh.

"Okay, look. I'm only ever going to say this once, so listen up." Reuben began, placing his beer down as he forced eye contact with Mickey. Landing a hand on his shoulder, he groaned as he realised what he was about to say and the possibility of Mickey never letting him live it down. "You're attractive. Really damn hot, man. Both physically and personality wise. You have good energy and people are naturally drawn to your confidence and kindness. So you're gonna have to get used to the idea of people, women included, approaching you and flirting." Reuben stated, more teaching than hyping.

Mickey was conflicted between smiling and teasing Reuben. "Come on man, that's the nicest thing you've said to me." He said with a chuckle as his shoulders dropped and his gave Reuben a quick hug before he potentially got bitch slapped by him.

"Okay off." Reuben scolded, pushing Mickey off of him with a forced groan.

"...I'm still gonna call her though." Mickey quickly ushered while typing in your contact on his phone, which just elicited a 'why do I even try' motion from Reuben as he walked away.

Your phone rang a couple times before you got the chance to pick it up, busy with an email.

"Hello?" you spoke seriously, forgetting to check the caller ID.

"Babe!!" Mickey spoke, excited to hear your voice. He always sounded ecstatic whenever you two spoke.

"Hey baby, what's up?" You spoke warmly, a complete shift from your initial greeting.

"I just wanted to tell you I love you more than anything in the entire world. Even flying." Mickey spoke quickly, not for a lack of authenticity.

"I love you too... why are you calling to tell me this?" You said with a small chuckle, it wasn't uncommon for Mickey to randomly declare his love, especially over the phone due to distance. It was however rare for him to do it at this late hour.

"Some girl was flirting with me. BUT! I didn't at all entertain it for a second." Mickey emphasised, he was only slightly tipsy but the honesty made you giggle. You would never in a million years have to worry about his loyalty, and this is one of the reasons.

"Well I appreciate that." You responded softly, the yearning for his presence briefly satiated by his voice. All you could hear on the other end of the line was a low giggle, as far as you could tell he could very well be twirling his (non-existent) hair and kicking his feet.

"I miss you sweetie." You whispered with a gentle desire from the heart.

"I do too, but you'll never guess what Reuben said to me." Mickey said with a chuckle, you could practically hear his smile, and his longing.

A/N: Bit of a corny ending but I didn't know what else to do lmao.

Started: 12:00am Sunday 22nd of June Ended: 8:00pm Thursday 26th of June

[kelltonic]

Admiration☆彡

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Drunkenness/alcohol!! Other than that all fluff. Canon-typical asshole Hangman. established relationship and mentions of introverted girlfriend - no use of y/n

Description: While drinking at the Hard Deck with his fellow daggers, Fanboy finally gets to prove the origins of his callsigns through his drunken ramblings about his (civilian) girlfriend.

WC: 1,580

A/N: My first time posting fanfiction on this account!! Glad it’s dedicated to my underrated husband <33 - on that note, I did write this instead of studying (I’m mid exams) as a form of procrastination, and honestly a de-stressing exercise type thing lmao

“Earth to Garcia?” Mickey hears as he slowly raises his head from his phone, awaiting a text from his girlfriend after the string of ‘I miss you’ and ‘you won’t believe what Reuben just said’ messages.

“Huh? Did you say something?” Fanboy responds, unsure of who grabbed his attention.

“Man, what’s even so interesting on your phone? Come on! Live in the moment!” Javy disappointedly scolded him, gaining some nods and murmurs of agreement. Majority of the squadron were sitting in a spacious booth, various alcoholic drinks accompanying them. Fanboy was squished in between Payback and Hangman while sitting across from Phoenix, Bob and Coyote while Fritz and Rooster sat at the end in seperate chairs.

“Sorry I find my girlfriend more interesting than you guys.” Fanboy scoffed sarcastically.

“Really? Doesn’t seem like she’s responding anytime soon.” Hangman joked with that bothersome southern drawl, peering over to see Fanboy’s one sided conversation. He didn’t blame you, it was late. Really late. The daggers were given a day off and decided to celebrate, not having to worry about getting up early - despite the fact majority probably would anyways.

“She’s probably just asleep, she has exams.” Fanboy defended, he didn’t want the others to get the wrong idea, that he was needy or anything. Though, it didn’t really help. But he wasn’t lying, you were mid exam week in college and were conditioning yourself to a better sleep schedule, he would probably tell you to go to sleep if you did ever respond.

“Mhm… I’m starting to think she’s been made up.” Hangman mocked, no matter how much alcohol he has - he will always find a way to push someone’s buttons. If anything, the alcohol made him more irritating. But before Fanboy could interject, he was saved by his best friend.

“Trust me, she’s real.” Payback groaned. Fanboy wasn’t surprised that he backed him up, or that he seemed so annoyed about it. Reuben had nothing against you, to be honest, he hadn’t even met you in person. But, he did have the unfortunate role of being the closest to Mickey in every outburst he had when he was away from you for too long and needed to scroll through all your shared memories. Reuben had lost count of how many times Mickey showed him his favourite photo of you two right before he got called to Top Gun.

“Really? I need proof or I’m never believing you.” Hangman emphasised, more likely bored than actually unbelieving. Mickey was attractive, both physically and personality-wise, it’s no shocker he’s dating someone. But when your foundation is being a dickhead, and you add alcohol and boredom to the equation, you need someone to annoy. Fanboy was just the easiest target for Hangman given the situation.

“Haha, no chance.” Fanboy swiftly replied. He absolutely loved showing people photos of you. Displaying you with pride, like a toddler showing off their artwork. But when it came to people in the military, specifically other men in the military, he always felt icky. After hearing too much nasty locker room talk, he really only described you and your shared experiences, keeping away from physical depictions and photos. The only exceptions were guys he really trusted, like Reuben. And it’s not even that he doesn’t trust Jake, he just doesn’t want to risk you getting involved in his constant teasing.

“Come on, you always talk about her - just one photo!” Phoenix chimed in, genuinely curious. Fanboy took a second, he was always easy to persuade when he was drunk. But, he stuck to his values and faced his phone away from Jake while scrolling through his favourites album.

“Seriously?” Hangman bluntly groaned, shaking his head in disbelief. “I swear I wont actually say anything weird.” Hangman pleaded, that signature smile spread across his slightly flushed cheeks.

“No shot.” Mickey responded, clicking on one of his favourites of you. You were in a beautiful black dress with some light makeup, it was the one time he ever successfully persuaded you to go to a big party. You were smiling widely, holding onto Mickey while both of you were laughing your asses off. It was a candid one of your mutual friends took while you were both drunk out of your minds. Your hair was slightly tucked behind your ear, revealing an earplug. You were never good with loud noises or bustling groups, so Mickey bought you earplugs to colour match your jewellery. You seemed so happy, and Mickey couldn’t have been more relieved. He was terrified that he would finally get you to go out to a big party and you would hate it, so he sought to make you as comfortable as possible in the situation.

He proudly flipped his phone towards the other side of the booth, presenting you to Phoenix, Bob and Coyote while Rooster and Fritz peeked over. Just about everyone was curious at this point, they had always gotten bits and pieces of his ranting about you but never actually seen the face that matches the admiration.

“Aww!! She’s so pretty.” Bob reacted softly, trying not to overstep but also wanting to validate Fanboy.

“The dress is stunning on her.” Phoenix raved with an approving smile to Fanboy.

“I know, everything’s stunning on her.” He sighed thoughtfully. Despite the fact you were dating, he was still acting like a schoolgirl yearning over her celebrity crush. The others could only laugh at this, while Hangman just drank from his beer. He doesn’t usually feel left out due to his very extroverted and dominating personality, but this was an exception.

“Well that explains a lot.” Rooster chuckled.

“Huh?” Fanboy was seemingly brought out of his trance, tilting his head at Rooster’s comment.

“Your callsign, always wondered what warranted it.” Rooster elaborated, gaining a group-wide laugh. It was so true, he was full on fanboying over you.

His slight embarrassment to his exposure was quickly taken to a halt when his phone buzzed while Phoenix was holding his phone, admiring the photo.

“Mickey baby, you drinking responsibly or just drinking?” You texted. You couldn’t help but laugh at the seemingly millions of messages you had gotten while locked in studying - cramming - for your next exam in… about 7 hours.

Mickey chuckled at your message the moment he snatched his phone back. But, his remaining responsibility took control as he replied.

“You should be sleeping! I love youuuuuuuuuu1!1!1!! go to sleep!” He typed out, his heart sad that he knows he can’t keep you up. But, his last remaining brain cells were aware that you needed to sleep for your big exam in the morning.

“No fair, you texted me first.” You groaned, knowing he was right.

“Yeahhh but like…. I don’t have work in the morning.” He sighed, he was so excited for your exams to be over so he could endlessly bug you without feeling guilty about taking up your time.

“What’s going on now?” Hangman interjected, finally trying to weasel his way back into the conversation.

“I’m telling her to go to sleep, I wasn’t lying - she’s got exams.” Fanboy whined, he was desperate to talk to you - he was always extra clingy when drunk.

“Ooh that reminds me of this other photo.” He quickly switched up, you stopped replying so he could tell you got the message and (hopefully) went to sleep rather than uselessly cramming.

“Oh lord not again.” Reuben moaned, falling back into the seat while he had to sit through yet another rant about you.

“I took this one after the last one when we were in bed..” Mickey was swiftly cut off by some disapproving noises.

“No, no, not like that, it’s nothing sexual - it’s cute!” Mickey reassured, not surprised that his friends’ minds immediately went there.

He pulled up a photo of him lying on your chest while you were both pressed together on your sides, lipstick marks all over his face. He had about a dozen kisses on his face printed from your lipstick, and he couldn’t have been happier. He and you were both still clearly drunk - only the bottom half of your face in frame. Your hair was dangling onto Mickey while he was tucked just below your chin, leaning into your chest. Your smile was just in frame, while his was front and centre. He loved the photo not only for its contents, but also the fact that it was one of your favourites. Mickey explained to his friends the backstory, and how you never really liked seeing or taking photos of yourself. So the fact that you were only partially in frame yet your presence was one of the most significant aspects, it was perfect.

“Okay, okay, we get it - you’re an absolute fanboy. Can we talk about something else now?” Hangman complained, still excluded from the presentation.

“This is what you get for being such an asshole and taking advantage of any personal thing we tell you, Bagman.” Phoenix responded, utilising her daily humbling moment. With a few ‘karma’ and ‘deserved’ comments flying around alongside the comfortable laughter, Mickey couldn’t help but feel so at home. He missed you more than anything, and he couldn’t wait to introduce you to his friends.

“Good night baby ❤️ ❤️” you finally texted back.

“Were you studying just then??”

“I had to finish up!!”

“Yeah? Well good night sweetheart, sleep well ❤️” he replied, shaking his head with a small chuckle.

Began: 1:00am 21st of June

Finished: 2:30am 21st of June

[kelltonic]

When there’s no fanfiction for your favourite underrated character so you have to lock in and write it yourself 💔💔

[kelltonic]

Okay but hear me out…

Ava Starr gives such Lego collector vibes. I might be tweaking out but look at these and tell me Ava wouldn’t have a hidden bookshelf full of them:

I can imagine her using the Lego flowers around her apartment in vases and whoever comes over does a double take whenever they see it

[kelltonic]

★Spencer Reid Heacanons☆

Mostly Domestic + Dating, normal habits, + a bonus of Hotch’s sister x Reid

A/N: I tried to keep it very open while being descriptive cause I personally hate when I’m reading a really good fic or headcanons post describing the reader and it’s just… not me. Anywho, first time writing for Spencer!! Recently got back into criminal minds - but I’m only on season 6 (^-^;)

Warnings: None!! Just fluff ♡ (no use of Y/N or specific gendered reader, aside from bonus)

Dating ♪

- Spencer has a habit of lying on top of you on the couch or in bed, his head resting on your chest or occasionally in the crook of your neck. It’s calming, listening to your heartbeat, grounding even. If he’s had a particularly hard week at work, he’ll come home saying little to nothing, and just lay there with you. He can’t stop holding onto you, you’re his lifeline.

- When he’s awake and energetic, talking to you is his greatest form of affection. But when he’s sleepy or emotionally exhausted, just touching you is all he needs. He tends to hug you from behind, resting his head in the crook of your neck or just beneath your jaw. Sometimes he’ll fall asleep and you’ll progressively feel the weight of his body increasing, almost like a weighted blanket - but breathing.

- He loves playing with your hair. Whether it’s long, short (or even shaved) - he loves the feeling of brushing his hands through your hair. If it’s long, and it’s during a time he cut his, he brushes through your hair, kind of as a reminder of his. That being said, he loves it when you brush his hair. He usually forgets to, especially after his work when he just wants to sleep - so sometimes you brushing his hair soothes him to sleep.

Normal Habits ☀︎

- The moment he discovered audiobooks, he either:

Became absolutely obsessed, as it meant he could listen to his favourite novels literally wherever - and no one would realise it. However, he was a little annoyed he wouldn’t be able to listen to his favourites in the original languages, like Russian. There weren’t a lot of accessible audiobooks for him like that. That was until Garcia managed to scour the depths of the web and found the dodgiest recordings of old classics in a multitude of languages, almost like an early birthday present. She somehow found a recording of the bible in the original Latin, which made Spencer practically scream in joy. However, Garcia along with everyone else thinks it sounds more like a reading from the devil himself.

Or alternatively…

He despises audiobooks. Not in general, sure he acknowledges it makes books more accessible for people who struggle with visual reading, which is what he respects about them. But for himself, he hates them. The voices are either too monotone for him to appreciate, or when they try to do the voices they just aren’t how he imagined them. Not to mention they’re way too slow for him.

+ Bonus!! (Hotch’s little sister! Reader)

- At first, Spencer was terrified to ask you out. On one hand, you were one of the first people to stay fully engaged in one of his 30-minute rambles about absolutely nothing and everything at the same time. On the other, you were Hotch’s sister. His respected friend, partial mentor and more importantly - his boss. That’s why the day after your first date, his blood ran cold the second Hotch called Spencer up to his office. Surely Hotch wasn’t so low to fire one of his team members purely because he spent the night with his sister? His little sister who he seemingly cares more about than anyone aside from his son, despite being a fully capable adult. Fortunately, that had nothing to do with the meeting Hotch called. It took weeks until Hotch actually picked up on any of the signs between you two. Now that was one of the most terrifying moments of his non-work life.

[kelltonic]

Just watched Thunderbolts* and I haven’t seen anyone point this out yet, I don’t know if it’s because it was that obvious or just irrelevant (*´∀｀*).

All of the Thunderbolts/New Avengerz are the products of failed Historical/Marvel Organisations. Here’s what I mean:

Bucky - Hydra

Ava - S.H.I.E.L.D

Yelena - The Red Room

Alexei - Soviet Russia

John - Modern U.S Government

Bob - The Public/Civilian Population

All of these groups have been failed or did fail in some way; whether they were failed by the heroes who were meant to protect them or the government that was meant to serve/help them - especially regarding things such as mental health in this case (Civilian Population), or they failed because they abandoned the ‘bad’ people they almost solely created (Modern U.S Government). Or alternatively, they failed because they were brought down by those who were praised by the masses with superior moral consideration (S.H.I.E.L.D, The Red Room, Hydra, Soviet Russia?).

A/N: I wrote this while severely sleep deprived, I apologise if it doesn’t make complete sense

(*´◒`*)

[kelltonic]

[kelltonic]

★Frank Castle Heacanons☆

First post on this account!! (*≧∀≦*)

A/N: Hi!! This is my first post to this account. I’ll make a rq intro to me and what my account will entail in a while, but just know it will contain a lot of Frank - probably no smut though, I can’t write it (´∀｀*). There aren’t really any warnings or notes for this post, it’s pretty self explanatory. I’ll probably write a lot of headcanon posts, so request who you’d like to see or what topic they should be on!! I’m fine with writing for most marvel characters, and overtime you’ll see what other fandoms I drift towards.

CW: A tad bit hurt but just barely. Very brief mentions of canon typical violence. Some fluff and just general headcanons - completely gender neutral for relationship hc’s (*'▽'*)

WC: 1195 Words (but you can pick and choose what you want to read)

→ Relationship Tendencies ♡

Established relationship:

- Frank is unintentionally distant at times, sometimes physically, sometimes mentally. Obviously due to the mass amount of trauma (physical and emotional) and his overall personality, he drifts. Sometimes mid conversation he’ll lose focus, borderline dissociating until he’s snapped back to reality by whoever he’s talking to. Then of course there are the times he is genuinely dissociating, going days at a time in an automatic state of survival, just repeating his daily routine while being in the back of his mind.

But then there’s you. The one thing anchoring him back down to the present. You’re one of - if not the only - constant in his life. Every time he feels himself falling back into the spiralling mess of his thoughts, he holds onto to you. Sometimes literally, every so often you’ll just feel a hand on your shoulder as you’re doing work or warm arms wrapping around your waist as you’re cooking.

However, sometimes he struggles with even the simple gesture as sitting next to you on the couch. The fact that you’re there, with him, despite all the atrocities he’s committed? It’s wrong. He stubbornly refuses to believe you really chose to be there.

Is he subconsciously threatening you into staying? Are you scared of him and just really good at masking it?

But then you hold his hand. You simply hug him. You reassure him, because by now you can tell what he’s thinking. By now you know that no matter how much distance he puts between you, you need to keep hold of him.

First meeting scenario: (Okay this may have drifted from a headcanon to a short story… but whatever)

- You were his neighbour, politely introducing yourself when you’re unlocking your door and he happens to be adding extra locks onto his door. At first glance it may seem like an odd first thing to do when you move somewhere, but it’s New York. if anything you respect the man for prioritising his safety. Despite the real reason of him not wanting any unwanted guests breaking in and discovering his extensive arsenal. But you were unaware of course, so as far as you knew he was just a cautious man - a decent first impression.

Then every so often you’d pass him in the stairwell or in the hallway, progressively building more conversation each interaction. It got to a point where you were comfortable enough to knock on his door when you realise you lost your keys and were incapable of getting into your own apartment. Even if it was still a little humiliating that you had to ask him to help you break into your own apartment. He let out a small huff that you could only slightly perceive to be a chuckle, which eased your embarrassment a small amount. This turned into the longest interaction you had with him, apologising profusely for bothering him and offering a drink in gratitude. He had to accept, he couldn’t help wanting to stay by your side for as long as you allowed him.

Over time these little hangouts where you’d get a couple drinks, complain about the tenants upstairs constantly stomping around, sometimes even have dinner together, evolved into a near daily occurrence. And from there things only progressed further.

Until he realised what was happening. And he couldn’t allow that. He couldn’t allow you to have a target painted on your back for affiliation.

So daily drinks progressed to weekly… to monthly… until he nearly entirely cut you off. You had no clue as to why. Why he suddenly moved away over night. why he suddenly abandoned you.

After the first month of no pick ups from the phone or text responses, you just started leaving him messages. Voicemails of what happened during your day; the good, the shitty, even the occasional odd. He became a journal for you, as you lost all expectations of him actually hearing you. He very well could’ve deleted your number, or even gotten a new phone. Maybe he was dead. You couldn’t tell, but no morgue or hospital claimed a ‘Pete Castiglioni’ or a John Doe.

Until, you heard sloppy knocking at the door. Not expecting anyone, you got up from the couch and approached the door, hearing heavy breathing and wheezing. You hesitated to open the door, frightened of the possibility of a criminal or unstable person on the other side. It was only when you heard an uncomfortably familiar voice struggle to say your name. You froze. For what felt like a lifetime, you were paralysed in shock, and maybe even slight anger. It was only when he repeated, with more volume, that you could really hear the pain in his voice.

You reached for the handle, and there he was. Covered in blood and open wounds, leaning against the doorframe while clenching his side. You were liable to slap him, but instead you stuttered out the obvious questions of “are you okay?” “What happened?”

“Why didn’t you just call back?”

A/N: You can finish that however you want, it started getting far too long for a headcanons post lol

Fluff/Little behaviours:

- When he finally gets comfortable enough with you, he gets very physically affectionate. Usually in more subtle ways, but sometimes he won’t care to give you personal space (unless you actually told him to give you some - in which he would absolutely back off). In public, he’ll range from the occasional forehead kiss to the hovering behind and holding you to his chest. He can’t help but keep you close, it’s the easiest way for him to ground himself. But also the easiest way to keep you safe.

- He’s surprisingly good at cooking (which is canon), but he makes sure you know it. He wants you to see the skills he has that aren’t violent. Aren’t bloody. Until you’re talking about his steaks.

→ Independent Habits ♪

- He’s a really slow reader. Not because he doesn’t read at all, it’s consistently portrayed that he much rather reads a book than scroll the internet or something. It’s more because when he was in the military, he wanted to enjoy the little time he had when he wasn’t doing anything. He wanted a distraction, something time consuming that would seperate him from the world and the atrocities he would commit. So, he trained himself to read slowly, helping him absorb every little detail in a book as well as minimising the amount of books he would need to have access too.

Or alternatively,

- He’s a really fast reader. When his children (mostly his daughter) would recommend books, whether they were school books or personal interests, he would have to get through them in as little free time as he had. He needed something to connect with his kids to as he spent such little time with them over long periods of time due to deployment. So he learnt to read as quickly as possible while also absorbing as much information as possible. This continued when Leo (Lieberman) would recommend books to him, such as Life of Pi. Books were just the easiest way to make conversation and discover shared interests with (his) kids.

- Sometimes after spending days consecutively not speaking, he’ll choke up when trying to say something. Even just a simple “thanks” to the shopkeeper or something comes out as a croak. It’s one of the few times he feels slightly embarrassed lately.

Post Writing:

A/N: I was planning on adding more Independent Habits but I ran out of ideas/motivation (*´-`) - I felt funny putting the fluff relationship headcanons after that little story (´-ω-`)

please fill my requests with ideas/scenarios you’d like to see!! I need prompts to thrive lmao.

Started: 6th of May, 2025

Completed: 7th of May, 2025