#it's cos he finds it easier to take care of other people than he does to take care of himself

[hetalimagines]

General headcanons for Alfred as a boyfriend (SFW)

Here's my first actual post on this blog, hehe... I can't find the ask but someone requested some Alfred headcanons, so here are my rambles about what I think he's like as a boyfriend!

He’s honestly not the most traditionally romantic person. Your relationship is more like friends who make out sometimes. But he does have his own little ways of showing you he loves you!

He’ll put together playlists of songs that remind him of you. They’re mostly loose connections, like maybe a song mentions your eye color, or the lyrics remind him of a date you went on together, or it just sounds romantic and makes him wanna kiss you. He likes to sit with you while you listen (to every single song), and he interrupts the songs a bit to explain why he chose them.

“This one had me thinking what if we were dancing in a ballroom together, and out of nowhere, bam! Zombies bust in. The door crashes to the ground! Our dance turns into one of those cool fighting scenes with the—oh, this part reminded me of the time I woke up early and you were about to fall off the bed. You had a cute bedhead.”

(You have no idea what the lyrics are at this point.)

Dates with him are pretty casual, more like “hanging out” than anything fancy. Maybe you stay at home and watch movies/play games, or you go out for dinner at a local diner, or you go do awful karaoke together, or you go and prank a friend together.

He’s happy as long as he’s with you. Bonus if there’s food and/or drink.

He occasionally takes you out to a more traditional restaurant and dresses for the occasion. They’re usually expensive, too. The food isn’t his preference (too complicated for his palate), but if it makes you happy, he’s all for dealing with it for just one night.

His primary love languages are acts of service and quality time. He’s always doing what he can to help you out (and feel proud of himself in the process). Whether he helps you run errands, runs a bath for you ahead of time, or fluffs your pillow before you get in bed, it’s all because he wants to make your life easier!

He gets a little jealous if you ever spend time with your shared friends without him, or if you spend more time with others than him.

He’s so excited if you take interest in any of his hobbies. Movies? He’ll ask if you want to co-write a script with him. (He’s very relaxed about what exactly ends up in the script.) Archaeology? He has so many random facts to dump on you, and he’ll be super impressed by any knowledge you have on it. Conspiracy theories? Time to watch a bunch of documentaries! He enjoys them despite their flaws, but lets you know exactly when something is false and what actually happened.

He tries to take interest in your hobbies, too, even if he doesn’t understand what you’re talking about. It could be the most boring thing and he’d still listen and ask you questions about it. If it makes you happy, he wants to know all about it.

Pet names from him consist of things like babe, dude (💀), honey, occasionally sweetie, (jokingly… mostly) prince or princess. It’s all over the place. He’ll call you honey and dude back-to-back sometimes.

He loves debating if you’re comfortable with it! But be warned, he gets very heated about certain topics. His sense of justice is important to him. Otherwise, he’s usually not serious about these debates and doesn’t care who wins.

He tries to keep things light and doesn’t usually let people see his more serious side. He’ll open up to you more over time, however. It’s really him letting a wall down and allowing himself to get closer to you.

Every now and then, he has days where he’s a lot quieter and calmer than usual. He just wants to relax, stay on the couch with you and watch movies or simply chat. Maybe a movie chattering in the background as he tells you about his childhood. He doesn’t try so hard to keep up this energetic, heroic persona.

He’s right back to normal the next day like nothing happened.

Likes to annoy you for fun. Not in a mean-spirited way. He just thinks your responses are cute and has poor impulse control. Poking your cheeks or ruffling your hair or playing an obnoxious song loudly on the stereo while he dances. But he’ll back off if you’re genuinely upset with him. He means no harm.

He loves if you’re willing to play along with whatever he gets up to. Maybe he’s decided he’s going to try and vacuum the whole house while doing a handstand on the vacuum. You can hold onto his legs to help him stay balanced.

This man is very impulsive and has a tendency to get himself hurt. Random bruises all over his body or a cut along his forearm. He bounces back easily, and doesn’t want to fuss over it, but he lowkey likes if you baby him about it. He’ll always say how it’s not a big deal and he can take it, but his heart does this little flutter when you show concern, and even more if you force him to take better care of himself.

He burns himself in the kitchen and you force him to run it under cold water. He’s swooning inside.

He likes to gossip about others, especially over breakfast. He can’t help it; he’s just nosy, and he always has an idea of what’s going on and how he can help out. Huge bonus if you gossip with him!

He loves to feed you, but the majority of the food he brings for you is burgers or tubs of ice cream. He likes to experiment with the burgers’ toppings and seasonings, but they’re all burgers nonetheless.

Every now and then, he does plan some big romantic endeavor. It’s like a surprise. You never know when it’s coming… You wake up one morning and find out he’s booked a week long cruise, your bedroom is filled with balloons, and there’s enough breakfast food on the table to feed an army.

He does this thing sometimes (often) where he swoops in and has to save you. A puddle on the ground? No need to fear! He picks you up and swiftly carries you over it. The safest place for you is in his arms. He’ll even lay down and let you use him as a bridge if you want.

A suspicious penny on the sidewalk? LOOK OUT, IT MIGHT BE A BOMB! Let HIM step on it before you get blown up!

He steps on it. Nothing happens. Better safe than sorry!

If you’re the more independent type, that won’t stop him from trying. He just wants to keep you safe and have you appreciate his efforts. Being disinterested or resistant will just make him try harder.

Says cheesy stuff like “happy wife, happy life” unironically. He’s also the type to use terrible pickup lines to flirt with you. Totally unaware of how bad they are until you start laughing.

He also doesn’t care that they’re bad. He’s just having fun.

Loves to give you his clothes to wear. Seriously. You want one of his hoodies? Try six of them.

You complain when one stops smelling like him so he puts it on, works out, then gives it back to you like :D! Fixed the problem!

He takes so many pictures of you guys. Videos, too. His phone storage is eaten up by it. His favorite thing is to take selfies together. Usually with some silly filter. Or an even sillier caption.

“me and the babe out shopping” and it’s a picture of you, holding a piece of fruit with the dog ears filter

He’s not the most physically affectionate, but he always gives you morning kisses and especially kisses before leaving the house. He also loves carrying you around (mostly bridal style) in his arms for no reason other than he can. A hand on your back, another on your thighs, your head pressed against his chest. He loves it.

He loves knowing you find him physically attractive! He worries sometimes about being too overweight, so any reassurance that you like his body helps. If you think he’s hot, and you’re hot yourself, that must mean he definitely is.

Has a tendency to call you hot, but he’ll call you other things if it makes you uncomfortable.

Occasionally brags about you and how lucky he is. Not as often as you might think. Though he gets oddly competitive if anyone acts like their partner is better than you and starts spouting whatever he can so everyone knows you’re the absolute best. No competition.

[vasyandii]

HELLO! ^^

I’m a huge sucker for romance and relationship dynamic type questions so I do have some questions about VernAM (I believe that’s the right way)

Not the questions have to be answered, as I believe I have too many! But here’s my top three

1. In one of the little comics you did I believe AM talked about how he refused to give himself a body heat because of the concern he would produce and odour and this is where this question blooms from, does AM have any insecurities when it comes to his human body, or a fear that he doesn’t meet Vernons expectations? Or that she’ll find something un attractive or gross about him?

2. Whats their favourite thing about each other? It could be a personality trait, a skill, a body part, or say a little habit they tend to do?

3. Are they more dog people, cat people, or some other species like fish or reptilians or do they not prefer animals at all (if they had the ability to adopt pets)

Thank you so much! I love your art so very much and gain lots of inspiration from you to grow better in not just art but in educating myself in different cultures and ethnicities, please remember to drink water and I hope you have a wonderful day! Thank you once again! ^_^

Howdy Romeo! I'm happy I was able to inspire you in some way! I'd be happy to answer all your questions! Thank you for the ask! 💞💞

VernonAM 🏺🖥️

1.) Does AM have any insecurities when it comes to his human body?

Obviously, yes. It's AM's first time on Earth physically, of course he would have insecurities. However, it's not fully because he wants to meet Vernon's expectations. It's the fear of BEING.

(This is gonna lean into some confusing type shit so bear with me. I briefly touched upon it in the second question of this post)

When AM was given a physical, tangible body, there's now a HIM that can suddenly be held accountable for his actions and that makes him uncomfortable. So being aware his body isn't as mighty as him (the complex), AM tries to combat it by removing variables that can be prone to criticism even if Vernon doesn't mind.

Look at it this way; usually people act differently online than they do in real life, right? That's usually because there's often a disconnect with their actions. This discrepancy largely stems from the perceived disconnect between their online actions and their real-world identities. When interacting online, there is often no face or tangible form that can be directly traced back to the individual. This sense of anonymity can lead to a significant reduction in accountability.

As a result, individuals—particularly those who may not be well-adjusted or who possess mean-spirited tendencies—feel emboldened to say and do things they would never consider in face-to-face interactions. They exploit this lack of immediate consequences, engaging in behaviors that are often harmful, disrespectful, or downright cruel - Much like AM, who only just recently acquired a body. (I hope that makes sense ;0;)

2.) What's their favorite thing about each other?

I'll categorize these by personality traits, skill, body part, and habit!

Vernon likes AM because of his hatred/sass because it allows her to have an outlet for her morbid curiosity along with an entertaining conversation. She doesn't find his skills her favorites because that's just him, she believes AM doesn't have skills as a man. Her favorite body part is AM's eyes, he's easier to read as a man. His pupils dilate significantly when he looks at her and AM doesn't even know. A habit she finds endearing from AM is him holding onto the end of her shirt with his hand and following her around wherever she goes.

As for AM, Vernon's take no prisoners attitude is his favorite part of her personality. Of course AM also enjoys the moments when she's caring towards him, but that's something expected. His favorite skill is how good of a liar Vernon is. She could tell him something so outlandish with such a straight face that AM would consider believing it; it's like she believes the lie herself. His favorite part of Vernon's body is her lips, AM likes how soft and warm they are, and how they're shaped. A habit he enjoys is that she would pace around the space they're sharing when she's talking, AM just likes watching her walk, I guess.

3.) Which animals do they prefer, if any?

In regards to if they're cat or dog people; Vernon is a dog person, to her they're easier to train. AM would probably like cats since they do as they please.

For other animals, They would be a Reptile and Bird household xD. I could see Vernon owning a bearded dragon or any cold blooded reptile while AM has like a cool African Grey Parrot :)

But in reality I don't think these two should have access to animals lmao

Aaand that's all for now :3 if you'd like me to clarify anything, feel free to ask! Thank you for reading!

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Moonwood Part 4

|Part 1|

Just in case Steve somehow missed the fact that Schiller takes its basketball team very seriously, there’s a big plaque above the gymnasium door the proudly proclaims he’s in the home of the Schiller High Timberwolves, state champions!

The memo about the coach only drafting moonie guys doesn’t seem to have gotten around because Friday afternoon tryouts come and it looks like every guy in school who can tie his own shoes has had the same idea as Steve and has come out to try and earn their spot on the bench - even some guys who look like they can’t tie their shoes. He does see a good handful of moonwood guys though - including two of the guys who tried to jump him. 

The number of guys he’s got to compete against doesn’t make Steve too nervous, but the amount of people who seem to have shown up just to watch makes him a little jittery as he leaves the locker room and heads into the gym. He saw at least a dozen kids sitting up in the bleachers on his way in and there’s bound to be more by now. The bleachers were never empty at a game back in Hawkins, but everyone knew that had more to do with the limited number of thrills to find in their small town on a friday night than school spirit. It’s different when he knows people are watching because they expect the team to be good. Better than good - state champions!

Steve warms up and joins a couple of the guys who are shooting hoops at one end of the court, showing off while they covertly scope out the competition. It helps actually. Once he’s got a ball in his hands and has made a couple of shots it’s easier to relax and have fun. He makes most of the shots he takes, unlike some. This kid Hank is clearly the best though. Guy is easily six feet tall and sinks shots from half court like it’s easy, but Steve’s far from the worst. He can totally do this.

It’s fifteen after when a shrill whistle finally interrupts the sound of balls thudding against the hardwood. Steve tosses Hank the ball and turns towards the sound, and his heart skips a beat when Billy strides onto the court, flanked by Dave and Chet. Billy stops at about half court and blows the whistle between his lips again as if he doesn’t already command the attention of everyone in the gym, and Chet sets a box full of red and blue numbered jerseys on the ground at his feet.

“Alright listen up closely guys cause I won’t repeat myself. If you don’t already know I’m Chet, co-captain, and this here is Billy,” Chet gestures to Billy with a sardonic twist to his lips. Cause everybody there knows who Billy Hargrove is. “He’s team captain. There are only a few spots open on the team and a lot of you so come over and take a jersey.”

There’s an immediate scramble for the box. Steve doesn’t get what the rush is, but there’s something about the energy in the room that has him pushing forward without thinking and elbowing his way into the crush to make sure he can snag a jersey. It turns out to be a good thing, because the box empties and there are six guys left empty handed looking like they might cry.

 “Red team you’re home court, blue team you’re the visitors side. Hopefully we don’t have to tell you which team you’re on.” Chet instructs, and there’s some nervous laughter. Steve pulls his jersey over his head - he’s B3.  He’s excited to see that Hank is also on the blue team. They’re giving each other high five’s and clapping each other on the back as one of the guys who got left out, clears their throat and asks what the rest of them should do.

Steve’s mouth falls open in shock when Billy scoffs and sneers, “I don’t know, jerk off? I don’t care what you do. Scram.”

Billy being an ass isn’t the shocking bit, it’s the way the extra guys actually start to leave and nobody stops them.

“Wait a minute. They don’t even get to try out?!” pops out of Steve’s mouth before he can stop himself, and it’s like darts to the chest when blue eyes snap to him and Billy stares at him like he’s trying to peel back his skin.

“They either didn’t want it bad enough or weren’t strong enough to fight for it. So no they don’t get to try out. But you’re welcome to give up your shot if you want to.”

Steve can feel six pairs of hopeful eyes shift towards him. He grits his teeth and guilty does not meet any of their gazes. His gaze snaps back to Billy when the other teen speaks again, full of smug delight. Steve wants to be there, too much to give it up to someone else and Billy seems to relish that. His gaze is too intense and too probing.

“Any more questions Princess, or can we get on with the next test?”

Yeah Steve’s got questions. And he’s gonna ask them too cause fuck Billy Hargrove.

“What do you mean test? And where’s the coach? I’m not here to get my chain yanked Hargrove.”

Hank gives Steve a look, obviously shocked that he has the nerve to go up against Billy but kind of low key impressed too. Steve doesn’t get it. Yeah Billy’s built and he’s top of the food chain, but Hank’s not small. Six foot, wide shouldered, and muscled, Steve doesn’t even need to ask if he’s from moonwood. He just has that look. Steve’s starting to get used to it and the more he does the weirder it is to him that everyone acts like they’re scared to cross Hargrove. 

Sweaty palms and weird heart palpitations aside, Steve is not afraid of Billy Hargrove. But the dark glower Billy fixes on him at being challenged warns him that maybe he should be.

“Aww, don’t say that. You’re gonna break Billy’s heart Harrington.” Dave teases, and a couple of the other guys snicker. Those watching in the bleachers follow their cue and the gymnasium buzzes with amused sounds.

“Shut up Dave.” Billy grumbles without venom. He saves all of it for Steve as he snaps out, “Lap-ups, now! All of you pipsqueaks. Anyone who stops before I blow the whistle can hand over their jersey and take their sorry ass off my court.”

There’s some groaning but the guys immediately start shuffling towards the boundary lines to start their laps around the court. Steve hesitates for a fraction of a moment, caught in Billy’s gaze. Billy stares back at him unblinking, daring, and Steve thinks for a fraction of a second that his eyes don’t look human anymore. It’s like staring into the gaze of a predator. It sends a shiver down his spine.

He’s snapped out of the moment by Hank’s hand landing on his shoulder, the taller boy leaning close as he urges Steve to come on, explaining, “the team captains always run the first half of try-outs. It’s tradition.”

Steve frowns. It seems odd to him, especially for a winning team, for the coach to be absent for half of the try-out but what does he know? The Hawkins Tigers never won a regional title, let alone a state championship. 

The red and blue teams run laps around the court. Dave passes each of them a ball to dribble under the visitors basket and Chet catches their rebounds at the home basket. He passes them to Billy, who passes them back to Dave in between his shouts for them to pick up the pace or stop dribbling like grandmothers. 

Steve and Hank fall into stride next to each other, until one or the other has to pull ahead to catch a ball or take a shot. But they always fall back into step after, and Hank makes conversation with him. It makes it easier to ignore the burning in his legs, and the eyes he can feel digging into his back, so that Steve can just focus on showing off his control of the ball and making his layups. 

He’s a cool guy Hank. Laid back and confident with none of the usual highschool awkwardness. He kinda reminds Steve of his grandpa, which makes more sense when Hank admits he’s lived in Moonwood his entire life and has never been anywhere else.

“Really? Like not even on vacation?”

Hank shrugs his big shoulders and grins.

“What for? Got a beach if I want to swim and a whole national park on my doorstep. Plus it’s hard, you know, for folks like us planning around the cycle.”

Steve has no idea what he’s talking about or what he means by ‘folks like us’, and he doesn’t get the chance to ask because a ball comes flying towards Hank fast and hard. The other boy just barely manages to catch it, but the loud way it THUDs against his chest makes Steve wince in sympathy. Hank stumbles and his head snaps up, and Steve swears an honest to god growl rumbles out of his throat as his eyes lock with Billy.

“Stay alert ladies!” Billy mocks before he brings the whistle to his mouth and blows it sharply for everyone’s attention. “Alright game of knock-out, red against blue. Follow me!”

Billy sets off toward center court without looking to see if anyone will follow - knowing they will.

Hank mutters something under his breath that Steve doesn’t quite catch but it sounds like ‘alpha, dick-head’.

They don’t get much chance to talk after that. Billy announces that only the winning team will make the cut and continue on with the tryout.

“That’s not fair Hargrove, they’ve got Hank!” one of the guys on the red team complains. It’s this big lunkhead named Brian, one of the guys who tried to shove Steve into a locker. His pal Virgil nudges him in the side and shout whispers for everyone to hear.

“Yeah but they also have the pipsqueak. Harrington will be an easy out.” 

“Not as easy as your mother Sanchez. I’d watch how I was running my mouth if I were you.” Billy drawls in reply. Not even a snap or a bark, but still there’s something in it, like a growl, that makes the hair on Steve’s arms raise and his throat feel tight like there’s a hand squeezing the back of his neck. And he can tell it’s not just him by the way Virgil and Brian immediately clam up and avert their eyes. 

The game starts, one player from each team taking a shot from the key line at the same time until one of them makes a basket. It’s up to the next player on their team to try and out hoop the opposing player and knock him out. The last team standing wins.

Steve tries to just have fun with it, but pretty soon it’s a whirlwhind. Steve’s ears are full of the sound of pounding feet and his frantic heartbeat. A strange electric rush fills his blood as the competition heats up, the stands alive with cheers and heckling as the game becomes a chaotic scramble to try and stay one step ahead of the guy in front of him. It’s dizzying. Steve can barely focus and Billy doesn’t help.

If it’s not - “What was that? Come on Harrington! My little sister could have made that shot with her eyes closed.”

Then it’s - “You’re damn lucky Reeves has got his head up his ass today Pretty Boy. You’d be out if you were shooting against anyone else!”

Fuck you, man. Steve thinks more than once. Nearly says a couple of times. Has to bite his tongue to keep the words in when they are three blue and two red and his first shot falls off the rim and he’s a hair too slow on the rebound.

“You’re out!” Billy snaps before the red player’s ball has even made it completely through the net. “You deserved that Harrington. You call that a hustle?”

Steve calls this cruel and unusual punishment actually. He has sweated through his shirt, his face is flushed, and his chest is itchy with heat. He’s got the strangest urge to march up to Hargrove and sink his teeth into him.

He can just imagine his mom’s humiliation if she gets called to the school because ‘Stevie bit another boy’ like this is the second grade all over again. And then he remembers that he’s eighteen and technically an adult and he could get sued or worse, and keeps his teeth to himself.

Even without him the blue team wins, largely thanks to Hank. While the rest of his teammates celebrate, Steve can’t help but feel a little glum. The hour is ending, the coach never showed and he knows there’s no way in hell he’s making the cut. Not after the way Billy rode his ass the entire time. He’s kinda bummed about it because despite everything he had fun. It was challenging, but in a good way. Like it made him wake up or something. There’s something about this place that makes Steve feel more alive.

After the red players have filed off the court in defeat, Billy, Dave, and Chet have the blue team line up and congratulate them on their win.

“Really good job guys. We saw some great stuff out there today.” Chet praises and the tension in the room releases. Steve can feel the way the other guys start to relax, chests puffing out with pride and trading tired grins.

“The good news is, all of you are moving on.” Dave leads and Steve jolts. He can’t believe he heard that right. Does this mean he’s on the team?

“The bad news is that means you’re going to have to spend a week smelling each other's farts.” Billy adds dryly and some of the guys chuckle.

Steve frowns in confusion. He doesn’t understand. The try-out isn’t over? And what does he mean they’ll have to spend a week smelling each other’s farts? 

As if he can hear Steve’s brain racing Hank leans down and whispers, “The basketball team goes on a retreat at the beginning of the year. It’s like boot camp. Coach will finalize the roster after the retreat.”

“They let the basketball team take a whole week off school to go camping?” Steve asks a little weirded out. It just seems unusual to him, but this wouldn’t be the first example of special treatment he’s witnessed the basketball team getting.

Hank nods.

“The volleyball and soccer teams too. Though the soccer teams go in spring. Don’t worry. Most of the teachers will give you your assignments in advance so you don’t fall behind.”

Steve supposes that makes sense since it was early in the semester. And he supposes when the athletic teams are actually good, the school sees it as an investment in the students' futures. He’s willing to bet there is a lot of scholarship money to go around for state champions.

“Basketball camp is mandatory for the entire team, not just the rookies.” Chet explains to the group. “Dave is passing around a permission slip. Your parents need to sign it for you to get on the bus.”

“The bus leaves at seven A.M. sharp Sunday morning. If you’re not on it, tough titties.” Billy finishes. 

Sunday morning…right after the bonfire.

|PART 5|

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for the oc ask game teehee:

5, 12, 13, 15, 19, 26, 30, 32, 77, 94 :3

5. What is something they like to do together?

Hiking, rock/mountain climbing, swimming, working out in the gym together (weight lifting most of the time), being lazy on the common room's couch together while reading or watching films, gaming (fighting games like Tekken or Street Fighter mostly, sometimes co ops with Soap and Gaz), doing paperwork

Christine tried to teach him how to surf and deep diving, but Simon wasn't exactly a fan (he liked diving though. He just doesn't like not controlling his surroundings). He is more inclined to nap in the heat under an umbrella, and then grumble when she lies on his back, soaking wet. On the other hand he enjoys her company when he is immersed in his woodworking or tending to his knives, she takes the opportunity to read or study vocabulary, enjoying greatly seeing him sweaty and sometimes cursing under his breath.

12. What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered?

The moment Simon is completely comfortable being maskless around her, and then in various states of nakedness and semi nakedness, and is also completely comfortable with touch, he discovers he can learn to tolerate his scars. He never thought about them as something other than consequences of his job, of his past and his own recklessness sometimes.

He hid himself from the world out of habit, to avoid the pity in the eyes of people that knew, to avoid the fear, scorn or disgust in the face of people that didn't. He couldn't give less of a shit about what anyone thought, but it was easier. That way, he wouldn't have to look at them too and remember.

But Christine likes to kiss them. Each and every single one. Or just trace them with her fingers, until she learns by heart where each one is. At first he grumbled and huffed about it, mumbling something about them 'being disgusting/ugly/unsettling' and she just said they meant that he survived (which is something he told her about her own scars, so...) and that she is eternally grateful for that. So he slowly learns to accept that maybe he is worthy of good things.

Contrary to what it would seem, it's very easy to get Christine flustered. Simon looks in her direction? Flustered. Their knees touch while in a briefing? Flustered. He casually leans over her to grab something? Flustered. He whispers something in her ear? Flustered and melted.

She feels certainly pathetic for being so desperate for his touch, but Simon just laps it up. He enjoys it greatly, the cocky bastard. So if he can get away with any stolen touch, even in public (but NEVER in a serious situation, like on duty or in the field), just to see that pretty blush and the way she looks up at him, wide eyed, he's down for it.

Also, the pet names. There's something in the way he calls her 'lovie', 'love', 'doll', 'sweetheart' or similar, with that voice of his, even before they're together, that just makes her melt. She knows it's a very British thing, but she melts all the same, like the fool she is.

13. What is something they find hot about their S/O?

What they don't would be a shorter answer lol... But they coincide in the same thing that might be a bit controversial.

They absolutely love seeing the other in action. Beating someone, training, shooting, using their knives, whatever.

Ghost finds incredibly hot that Riot is not a defenseless princess, and that she absolutely could kill him. He is certain that she'd might have a bad time trying, but that she'd ultimately succeed, and, for him, having a partner that is capable of taking care of herself is very hot.

Again, this is my own interpretation of the character and the one I write, I'm not saying it's canon. All those that write civilian cutesy bimbo reader don't come at me, thank you.

Riot finds incredibly hot how big and strong he is. That he can move so silently in spite of his size, that he can manhandle her as if she weighed nothing when she feels self-conscious about not being skinny and petite. How big his hands are, so big that he can almost cover her entire ribcage with them or cup her arse.

That in spite of being so capable, she can feel safe with him.

15. How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?

Depending on how upset the other is, with touch or just presence.

If both are mildly upset, usually cuddling does the trick. It only depends who's the upset one to know who's lying on who. Simon tends to crush her beneath him while cuddling, burying his face in her chest so she runs her fingers through his hair. If Christine is the one upset, he wordlessly drags her to his lap and keeps her there until she calms down.

If they are extremely upset though... both are avoidant, so first, they'd have to track the other down.

Simon tends to hole up in his room or Price's office, so she goes there and just keeps him company until he's ready for touch. If he can't be found in his quarters, his office or Price's office, it's most likely that he'll be at Price's house. The Cap sometimes doesn't even know, he gave him a key long ago to the garage, where he has some woodworking equipment to keep himself entertained.

Christine has levels, the lowest being holed up in her room, the highest mean the nearest coast because she needs to see the ocean. He tries to get to her before that, and will drive her there himself if he can't redirect her to the K9 barracks or the nearest petting zoo.

19. How good are they at communication?

Lmao you're joking right 🤣 Stupidly bad. Like, embarrasingly bad. At least verbally, because with touch they communicate quite well...

26. Who gets jealous most often? How does their S/O deal with that?

Ok well. Both. They trust each other though.

Much to her surprise, Christine gets attention from men sometimes. She's not interested at all, but it is what it is. Even with that face of hers. Simon seethes in silence, watching intently the whole time, ready to intervene although he knows full well she can take care of herself. He's never sure if he wants her to beat the offender (he gets hard just thinking about it) or have the opportunity to do it himself.

Sometimes he is less patient and plainly grabs her waist or materializes at her side, looming, silently threatening the other guy's existence. Almost wishing for a bit of action to show off.

Much to Christine's displeasure, there are more women in the world attracted to Simon's broody, imposing presence. She is way more open with her jealousy though. She would be visibly enraged, eye twitching, clenched jaw and her mind a turmoil of what ifs and how dare they.

Simon is quite good at shaking unwanted attention, plainly leaving the 'offender' hanging without listening. He's truly not interested in human interaction beyond Christine, Johnny, Kyle, Price and the rest of the 141 and select members of other groups, like Chimera.

But he would be lying if he said it doesn't feel good to see her all possessive and murderously jealous. Of course he won't let the opportunity to tease her to pass up, once they are in private, and he'd also be lying if he said he doesn't get impossibly hard when she starts yelling at him that he is hers and she'll be damned if she allows any lowly skank to even breathe the same air as him. Or he thinks she's saying that, because by then she is ranting in Spanish and he's trying not to tear her clothes off.

30. Describe how one character would cheer the other up after a hard day.

Touch. Touch touch touch. Those two are so touch starved is not funny.

The best way to get Simon out of a murderous Ghost stage is to have him face down on the bed or on the couch, with Christine perched up on his arse, and giving him a massage. The first time they discovered that was when he pulled a muscle while training and she tried to help, and he was a puddle in a matter of minutes.

So anytime he is fucking pissed, bloody tired or just done with everything after one of those days where he hasn't killed anyone just by chance or thanks to Price being in the way, he'll drop on top of her on the couch, or will drop on the bed face down and not say a word. Of course he won't ask, but she knows anyway, and will happily knead his tense back and shoulders until he is putty and groaning. She'll be giggling so much that he'll end up laughing too.

Usually after a hard day Christine will stay for a long effing time in the shower (that's if a bathtub isn't available. If there's a bathtub, she's soaking in there, sulking). She never cries in public if she can help it, so the shower is a very good place to have a good cry, and if Simon happens to join her she can pretend it's just water on her face. He knows better though, he is no strange to crying in the shower.

So he'd wrap his arms around her and pull her to his chest, so she can cry in peace or not, just in comfortable silence under the water, for as long as she needs.

Once Simon reckons it's enough he'll start tickling her, ignoring her protests and kissing her, until she is giggling in his mouth and clings to him, her mood lightened.

32. Can they communicate private thoughts whilst in company? If so, how?

Oh, they absolutely can, with just a look. Given that Simon wears the balaclava or at least a half mask most of the time, she becomes quite adept to recognize the subtle changes in his eyes. Narrowed, widening, rolling, you name it. Subtle shaking of his head or tense shoulders sometimes. She'd tell you (if she trusted you wouldn't use it against him) that he narrows his eyes and clenches and unclenches his fists when something mildly displeases him. If he's truly pissed though, he goes stiff as a statue.

Christine stopped wearing her mask when she made the mistake of using it as an example for her 'students', so now she's kinda trapped to only wear it when there's a crowd, out of base or during missions. She thinks she's way better at hiding her emotions that she really is (she was comparing herself to Soap, so...). Her knee bounces, her fingers tap on any surface she can find, on her arm or her thigh, sighs deeply, eyebrows furrowed, rolling her eyes so hard she could see the back of her skull.

A 'normal' conversation would be like:

Ghost: staring intently (pay attention to me)

Riot: raises eyebrow (you alright?)

Ghost: slight shrug of his shoulders (want tea)

Riot: soft nod (ok we'll go)

They drive Soap up the wall (How the fook can ye understand!?)

77. What is something they would never forgive the other one for doing/saying?

Cheating. That's a hard line for both of them. All the time it took them to finally get somewhere, all the effort, doubts, agony, just to end in heartbreak? Yeah nope, there's no coming back from that.

94. Their pet has caused destruction. Who puts the pet in jail? Who defends the pet?

Who puts the pet in jail: Simon, absolutely, hands down. He won't admit he has a soft spot for all of them, but if he's pissed enough at any of their shenanigans, the pet is getting locked in a room until it calms down (or until he calms down)

Who defends the pet: Christine, of course. Because the poor baby has never done anything wrong, how can you stay mad at that face, it's just a baby, how dare you

My lovely @eenochian i'm so sorry for the time it took to answer <3 love you abejita

[nightswithkookmin]

Hey it's good to write to you again 💖love your sense of humour it always hype me😄😄

I just went to Yoongi's concert, I'm telling it's magical, loud and fun. What made me even more excited is because I was traveling with my friend whom we just renewed our friendship that was broken because of misunderstandings, I introduced her to bts and as we were watching their content she suddenly said she like jikook, and in my mind I thought she is talking about them in a platonic way so when she elaborated she said she can see when people are fucking each other😁😂 I laughed then I showed her your blog she's been reading it saying you are very blunt😂😅 Anyway few day after she came and asked me if taehyung used to date Jimin or if tae has a crush on Jimin because she noticed at times tae would look at Jimin's lips and all, I said I thought the same at first. Do you think v had a crush on Jimin, Is that why Jungkook when it comes to yoongi, Rm and tae he needs to clarify that it is friendship turning down every ship moment that can be made? Because I noticed he has no problem with Jimin or jihope moments but always with the others he interrupts them.

Aahh vmin vmin vmin- the ship that could if only they would

No one knows for sure what his thing was with Jimin. It was easier to label it as a crush for kicks and giggles back then. But as grown adults that they are now its a little bit 🥴

I mean sometimes the members themselves do admit some of the things they do and say is a bit fruity 🤷🏾

With Jungkook isn't it double standards for him to feel the need to go out of his way to demystify Jimin's ships while his own ships hang in the gay balance?

Minimoni are friends he says but Namjoon and I are thirsting over eachother's bodies- boys scouts honor

Yoongi and Jimin are laughable he snorts but hey what's that in between Jins legs. time to jiggle jiggle

He's made not letting Jimin's ships breath his entire personality and instead of Jimin whooping his ass as he should he's 'oh Jungkookie" melting away at him

Not to say Jm enjoys it entirely cos clearly it gets a bit too much for him sometimes🥲

This 'double standards' is something I hear most teen same sex couples complain of so I find it interesting to see these things play out between them.

And it's definitely interesting how we the fans respond to this as well. We will praise Jungkook for being territorial but let Jimin exhibit a similar territorial streak and suddenly it's he's clingy, he's an attention seeker, and he acts like he owns Jungkook.

I'll take it a notch further and analyze this in light of Tae's reaction to this territorial behavior in both of them. If Jungkook acts territorial over Jimin with Tae, Tae backs away, acts like he's gonna cry most times and only puts up a fight on few occasions but should JM try to be territorial over Jungkook, Tae would square up with him more often than not🥴

Then there's Namjoon who used to back down and show some respect for the Maknae's feelings- and then suddenly doesn't care anymore. He legit said,

I digress.

Sigh. Am I the only one missing Jin? Where's that one Taejin shipper please send me Taejin gifs😭😭😭😭

Tae can be intense and he's able to connect to people and things on a very deep emotional almost spiritual level. When he was young he used to desire this same level of intensity from the people around him often leading to him coming across as not having emotional boundaries. I don't know much about him personally, but I can deduce from certain things he says and does that he used to get this thrown in his face a lot.

This lack of emotional boundaries is what is often misconstrued as a crush by some of us.

But I think he just wants to hold hands on the pier with Jimin and discuss their deep deep affections for one another while the sun gradually set over the water

It doesn't make them gay- may be lesbians for sure but not gay😭

And while Jimin equally wants a friendship like that and so reciprocate with Tae- he better not try that shit on Jungkook.

You're gonna caress Jungkook's hands in the dime light, over soft music, while whispering to him how much emotionally attached you are to him- better be prepared to have his children while you're at it

So to answer your question, I think Jungkook knows the difference between what's an unconventional quirky friendship and what's blatantly Gay.

And most of the time when he's reacting to these scenarios he's simply expressing his discomfort with the latter.

The day Jungkook goes cross eyed on Vmin is the day you know for sure those two are crossing some serious boundaries Friends shouldn't cross. Other than that I don't think he minds- nor should he.

The only reason he should be worried at all would be if Jimin is emotionally bonding with Tae and not JK. As it stands, that's not the case.

Minimoni are not Vmin. They are not the quirky unconventional same sex friends that Vmin are. So yea, if they start touching up on eachother and if Namjoon- NAMJOON- KIM NAMJOON- starts flirting and flashing dimples at Jimin he has every reason to be worried. I TOO WILL BE UNCOMFORTABLE AND I'M NOT EVEN DATING JIMIN.

THIS KIM NAMJOON????

Smart intelligent successful TALL KIM NAMJOON?

Look, Jungkook is even better than me. I wouldn't let my girlfriend be friends with a KIM NAMJOON. Are you kidding?! I would follow them everywhere and put surveillance on them. Reinforce social distancing rules. 5 ft apart always and never alone in one room.

You think ill let my girlfriend be friends with an Rm, Yoongi, Jk you're mad. And then they'll just tell you casually, hey babe i'm gonna hang out at Rm's place- eh? Excuse me?! PARDON!

Hanging out doing what exactly cos I know yall be not talking about your feelings with them. PRAY TELL WHAT EXACTLY YALL BE HANGING OUT FOR?

I mean I'm not threatened by Yoongi per se but Agust D? Child no. No. No no no no no. NO.

Personally I don't think Jimin is in any way romantically interested in anyone in BTS other than Jk. I will fight him on this if he denies it🤧

But doesn't mean certain people in the band don't- sexually excite him beside JK. He's a rather healthy young adventurous spirited gentleman - with raging fiery hormones JK tries to keep under control

*Insert JK screaming I DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS LEVEL OF HOTTNESS🤣

If your boyfriend had sexy sultry eyes and a Jawline that looks straight out of a hentai anime imagining you would want to police him around too.

And look, Daddy is not wood.

Sticks and stones may break his bones but dare I say, tall chiseled 8 inch biggo excites him😝

I suppose curvy wide hips big booty breastina does it for him too😭😭😭😭😭

I think he finds Namjoon and Jk's physique ideal and attractive as men. And if he's dating Jk then I see how that would be a problem for Jk.

For Suga, I think it's more of how Suga treats Jimin. He treats JM like someone would treat someone they loved. Jimin admires Suga a lot. For his intellect, for his passion- JM has a tattoo of Suga's words on his body. Let that sink in and then put yourself in JK's shoes.

Jimin may be evasive but when he admires someone he praises them a lot. He praises their physique ifm he finds that ideal or attractive or intellect if he admires their ingenuity. He keeps praising and admiring JK. He keeps admiring Namjoon for more than his physique- come to think of it he's shown considerable admiration for Suga, RM and Jk more so than the others.

The only time I've seen him admire V in any way sus is when he said Tae has a huge shlong. I suppose that's enough reason for anyone to Stan V😭 If I hadn't seen it myself I would have said my man's exaggerating but that thing is humongous😭😭😭😭

Moving on from V's shlong,

Between V and Jimin I frankly don't recall who influenced who. We know Jimin today to be the most emotionally vulnerable one who's able to connect emotionally with others but if memory serves me right, that used to be V🤔

He's the one most of the members felt emotionally honest with and comfortable with and the one they seem to suggest helped them gain confidence to be themselves emotionally.

I don't know. Sometimes I feel JM and V are the same person. Different sides of the same coin. Their soul mate shtick makes sense to me.

Talking of soulmates, I find it interesting Tae Talking about twin flames in his new song May be. He said he would release it in 10yrs but I'm itching to hear the whole thing NOW. A. It's a really deep good song. The lyrics are fire, the genre is on point

You told me you are my twin flame, Our colors shimmer the same, when the world is cold in the winter, we'll melt each other away.

I have to praise him for the emotional depth most of his sings have- it's everything I desire in a song. A song that speaks to the human condition and evoke such strong emotions and is very soulful. Bravo mate.

But isn't it interesting how he's switched from soulmate to twin flames and yet still evoke the same imageries of the moon the way he's done when writing songs inspired by Jimin?

Not only is his dick massive his voice is massive too😭

Sorry what was your question?

Ah, JK interrupting JMs ships.

I don't know what to tell ya. He's a hater🤣🤣🤣🤣

You should watch him finding all the excuses in the world as to why JM shouldn't collaborate with the members on a song but somehow had no objection when JM said he'd make a song with him😭😭😭😭

You know when he was younger and he was asked whom he would entrust his sister to out of the group he chose himself? He couldn't chose anyone even when most of them chose Jimin💀

That was his sister. Now imagine his partner 🤣

There's no over analyzing this. I think it's just his personality. And he's been consistent with it. Remember the Perilla leaf debate?

Personally I think some members deliberately avoided answering the question- or answered it the way they did bcos of Jungkook 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣

When Tae said let's take turns I knew Jk was gonna throw a bomb and Jimin was gonna stutter 😭😭😭😭

And of course Namjoon and Suga will say they don't care- of course 😌

Cos if they did care then Jungkook would be vindicated won't he🤣

Ahhh Jimin- JM and his tiny, but why should it even matter if you're eating how would you even notice these things 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Boy's been traumatized straddling the line between the hyungs and the Maknae trying to explain to JK relax we are not flirting, relax he grabbed my balls don't mean I'm cheating. Meanwhile all JK seeing is them walking down the aisle in rainbow suits🤧

If everything we've been screaming on ship street wasn't making things clear, it's obvious from this clip alone the diverse views on boundaries that exist in the group.

It's clear, as I've been saying, JK has boundaries. Boundaries some members think is childish and ridiculous and so do not respect or adhere to which used to be a major cause of tensions within the group.

And for Tae to point out in support of Jungkook that sharing a chopstick or whatever those Perilla leaves were meant to signify was a sign of crossing boundaries should answer my question about him backing down when JK instills boundaries over JM with him but not so much when JM tries to instill boundaries with him.

It's double standard on Jms part and Tae is not the one. Do unto Jk what you want done unto you. If you think JK is childish for trying to instil boundaries with your friends what gives you the right to instill boundaries over JKs friends? Gotta love him. He's a no nonsense sort of person.

Now, we also understand why Namjoon stopped respecting JK's boundaries. It goes both ways.

When I tell you BTS has more drama and is better than the Kardashians whew🤭

Jungkook was the most gaslit member of the group. They constantly made him out to be this unreasonable possessive dude who couldn't keep his relationship a secret. Personally, I don't think a person's boundaries have to be negotiable. It's not something you negotiate on with them. And ridiculing them and calling their boundaries unreasonable and childish speaks to your own inability to take no for an answer which is generally toxic.

It's a good thing JM made his emancipation proclamation himself cos JKV and I were gonna have to break him free from the mold.

Okay bye I'm gonna watch it and akeke to myself again

Oh wait, your friend. I should say something nice- ho ho ho ho ha ha ha ha may the force be with you💜

[absurdthirst]

Halloween Home Intruder {Dave York x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Murder for hire, assassins, flirting, death threats, coercion, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, protected sex, gun play, mentions of pregnancy

Comments: Being a congressman's daughter is sometimes dangerous. Especially when your name is given to Dave York to eliminate as a message to your father. Ironic thing is, Dave is your neighbor and Halloween night is the perfect night to take you out, or maybe you'll convince him to let you live.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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The name comes to him through a secure text. Obviously a burner phone. He doesn’t recognize the number but he does recognize the name. He makes a point of learning who was going to be living next to him and his children. Couldn’t be too careful these days. He recognizes it as the pretty neighbor next door. He hasn’t introduced himself. Wanted to let her settle in before engaging in more than awkward waves while he’s taking the trash out. Now that he has to kill her, he might as well say hello. 

You’re frowning to yourself, as you look down at your schedule, making note of where you need to be and when. Rolling your eyes when you see the fundraiser dinner your father has practically demanded you attend. Other than pulling you out into the spotlight when it comes to campaign donations or to remind people that he is a ‘loving family man’, you rarely hear from him. Too busy working on Capitol Hill, or so he claims. Jumping slightly when the doorbell rings, you put down your phone and pad through the hallway towards the front door, bare feet slapping lightly against the heart pine the builder had insisted on to open the door. Finding your neighbor on your doorstep. 

Dave plasters a friendly smile on his face when you open the door, the fresh baked cookies in his hand would be a great way to kill you but that’s too easy. Also, it’s not a guarantee. He likes to be sure. Two shots in the heart, one in the head. It’s messy but it gets the job done and he knows there will be no mistakes, no chance of someone finding you and rescuing you. “Hey. My name’s Dave, I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.”

“Hi! Yeah I’ve seen you around.” You introduce yourself and open the door wider. “Why don’t you come in? I have a pot of coffee to go with those cookies, if they’re for me.” You smile at him, finding him much more attractive up close than the from a distance impression has given you.

Dave smirks a little. Good, it’s so much easier to kill you if you think he’s attractive and he sees the look in your eyes. He can see that you are attracted to him, your pupils dilating and he knows you’re going to be easy to manipulate. “That sounds good sweetheart.” He says with all the charm he can muster, acting like a perfect gentleman when his eyes don’t dip down to your ass in those tight leggings.

You try to ignore the small little flip of your tummy when he calls you sweetheart. He’s married. You know that. You’ve seen the ring on his finger and the kids coming and going with the nanny. Or maybe she’s his wife. You aren’t certain. But you know that he’s unavailable and you wonder why that makes him more attractive. Leading him into the kitchen, you motion to the table in the little nook right next to it. “Please sit, what do you take in your coffee?” You ask, trying to be a good host and get a hold of yourself.

“Black please.” He tells you, taking a seat at your kitchen table and he watches as you make your way over to your fancy coffee machine. “Nice machine.” He quips, finally letting his eyes drop down to your ass and he admires it openly.

“Thank you. I like having fancy coffee. Saved the trips to Starbucks or some other shop.” You brew a cup for him and smile as you bring it over with a plate for the cookies. You hadn’t missed the way his eyes were on your ass as you had faced him.

Dave thanks you, taking the cup and he groans when he has a sip. “Definitely worth the investment. Might have to put that on my Christmas list.” He chuckles, watching you sit down. He grabs a cookie, taking a bite. “My wife makes the best cookies.” He groans, “you gotta have one. You’re lucky I brought them over here. I was gonna eat them all the way.”

“That good, huh?” You make your own coffee, adding some white chocolate syrup and some Carmel drizzle as well as your creamer before you come and sit down to take your own cookie. Moaning loudly when you bite into it. “Oh wow, these are good.” You tell him, covering your mouth so you can speak around the cookie.

“Told you.” He chuckles, finishing off the cookie. He appraises you for a moment, a little sad to have to kill you. He doesn’t relish killing beautiful women. Men…he couldn’t give a shit. Most of them have done something heinous and deserving death but most of the women he kills are for revenge or coercion. Money mostly. You are the daughter of a congressman so clearly someone is taking a risk having you killed. He doesn’t give a fuck. It’s good money. He just needs to play the game. “So…how are you settling in? You meet the neighbors.”

“Everyone’s been really nice.” You gush slightly, and like the appraising look in his eyes. It’s always nice to be appreciated. “It’s a lovely neighborhood and I swear that I can’t remember the last time I’ve had so many people tell me about the bi-annual block party.” You had fallen in love with the idea of that kind of community when you were searching for home.

“Yeah. It’s real suburbia.” He snorts, always finding it a bit too Stepford Wives for his taste but a happy wife equals a happy life so he bought the house that makes his wife happy. He sets his coffee cup down, “I’m sure your husband enjoys the quiet life too.” He tests, wondering if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend or a life partner. Complications is what he’d call them.

You huff and shake your head. “Does it look like I have a husband?” You ask, fully aware that he would have seen someone coming and going from your house. “My father would be thrilled, but I have to disappoint him somehow.”

Dave snorts, “surely your daddy would be proud of you regardless. You’re a beautiful, successful young woman.” He compliments you, “any lucky bastard to capture you would have to be a damn good man.” Dave isn’t sure how this became the conversation but he wants to draw you to him. Sexual attraction always helps him get his kill. The lure of sex always helps him get what he wants.

You snort and roll your eyes. “I’ll make sure to tell the ex’s who decided to cheat on me that they were dumbasses for letting me go.” It’s nice to be complimented and you take a sip of your coffee and look over at him. “What about you? You have the perfect life. Beautiful wife, two gorgeous little girls.”

Dave shrugs, “suburbia haze settles in after a while. I get bored. Easily bored and I always like to find a new challenge.” He fixes his dark gaze on you. He might have to kill you but that doesn’t mean he can’t flirt beforehand. He has to have a bit of fun now and then and you look like the kind of fun he likes.

“Hmmmm I’m sure you do.” You hum playfully, picking up another cookie. They are warm, still slightly gooey in the center like they had just come from the oven. “Maybe your new challenge will be to learn to make these cookies so you can bring them to me anytime.” You take a sip of your coffee and groan as the flavors mix together. “Suburbia life is pretty damn good from where I’m sitting right now.” 

Dave chuckles, “just you wait until Sally from 1023 asks about you being married and then proceeds to get your entire life story. I swear she works for the CIA.” He offers you an easy grin, “I could make cookies but I’m better at eating them.” He winks, picking up another one. Fuck, they are really good.

You’re sure he’s good at eating a lot of things. You feel your pulse pick up when he winks at you and you sip at your coffee. “Maybe she does.” You arch a brow playfully. “We could be living next door to spies and assassins and not even know it.” You smirk slightly. “The cover is perfect. Boring suburbia covering sins.”

Dave chortles at that, nodding his head. “True.” He rubs his clean shaven jaw, staring at you for a moment. “Who knows who lives in these perfect houses with their white picket fences. You need to be careful, sweetheart. You never know who’s lurking. Do you have a security system?”

You tilt your head at him curiously, wondering if it’s a simple question or if there’s something behind it. “I have a fantastic security system.” You promise with a small smile.

Dave hums, "that's good. Never know who would target a beautiful home like this with you in it. Can't be too careful. Well, I gotta get back. My wife wanted to come over but she's been busy with the girls and she deserved a break from all of us while the kids are at a sleepover. Thanks for the coffee." He says as he sets the cup down.

You are a little disappointed that he didn’t stay long but you set down your own coffee cup and stand when he does. “Well, thank you for the cookies, and for the warm greeting.” You smile at him taken in by how handsome his warm brown eyes are. “I will see you around, neighbor.” You joke as the two of you walk towards the front door.

“You got your candy ready for the trick or treaters?” Dave asks and you gesture to the bowl all ready at your front door. “Ready to go.” You smile and Dave nods, “see you around, sweetheart.” He coos and walks out of your front door after you open it. He’s disappointed to go honestly but he knows he has to play the game. Get you to trust him before he comes back to kill you and get paid. He offers you one last smile and makes his way down the street to prepare for tonight. It’s Halloween. The girls are at their friend’s house to go trick or treating and he knows that most emergency services will be slammed with calls. It’s the perfect night to commit a murder. He just has to be patient and wait until nightfall.

****

You grin at the masked superheroes and goblins that are crowding your doorstep. “Trick or treat!” They cry out and you giggle. 

“You all look so good!” You tell them as you put handfuls of candy into their bags or buckets. “Happy Halloween!” You call out, waving to the parents that are standing at the end of the driveway. It’s getting late, the last few trick or treaters can grab whatever they want from the candy bowl as you set it on the porch and turn around to go back inside. It’s been a good Halloween. Lots of kids out and about, making you slightly disappointed when you didn’t see Dave and his kids.

Dave pulls on his leather gloves. Night has fallen and the children are mainly home, leaving the adults to their treats and the monsters to their tricks. He pulls the ski mask down when he sneaks into your backyard. Dave locates your security system outside and pulls the toolkit from his pocket, working fast to disarm the system. He also checked the perimeter for any secret service and he knows you’re all alone. After expertly disarming your system, he makes his way towards the back door. He works fast, years of experience on his side as he opens your door and quietly makes his way inside, listening for you while he pulls his gun out of his holster.

Humming to yourself, you listen to the TV announce some new vacuum cleaner while you dump your popcorn into a bowl. There’s a horror movie marathon and now that you are done answering the door for trick or treaters, you want to sit down and just relax, watch a couple of scary movies and wish you had someone to cuddle up to. Extra Halloween candy you hadn’t set out is in another bowl and you pick both of them up to carry out into your living room.

Dave stalks through your hallway, passing the kitchen that you just left and he cuts through to the office, preparing himself for a moment and letting you settle down on the sofa. He strides into the living room, eagerly awaiting your screams.

You yelp when you see your neighbor in your living room, dressed in all black and wearing gloves. The gun in his hand is made even more sinister by the smirk on his face. Jumping up, the popcorn spills to the ground as you stumble back. “What do you want?” You demand icy dread running down your spine. 

Dave chuckles at the look in your eyes. He’s a sick bastard, he always likes that tinge of fear. “Some people aren’t happy with your daddy, sweetheart. He made some bad votes that lost them a lot of money so they want blood. Yours.” He chuckles darkly, “so be a good girl and kneel down so we can get this over with. I can make it quick.”

You tremble slightly, trying to think of something to get you out of this. “I can pay you.” You offer but Dave just shakes his head. 

“Not what they are, sweetheart. Come on, I promise it will be as painless as possible.” He sends you a small mocking pout. “But you will have to have a closed casket, I’m afraid.” 

You swallow and shake your head. “No, I- I saw the way you look at me. Will- will you let me live if you can fuck me?”

Dave is shocked, not expecting that bargaining chip from you but desperate people make desperate offers. “Mmm.” He chuckles and he strides over to you, stopping a couple of steps away. “Sweetheart. You couldn’t handle me fucking you. Besides, it’s not very becoming of a congressman’s daughter. What would you daddy think? Offering your pussy in exchange for your life? Shameful.” Dave tuts playfully, stepping closer and he places the barrel of the gun under your chin to tilt your head up to look at him. “Is your pussy good enough to save your life?”

You don’t know, but you would rather risk getting fucked by him than just getting shot right now. “It’s been a long time since anyones fucked me, but I think so.” You respond breathlessly. It’s shameful but you can’t help the way your core heats up, your pussy starting to flood itself. “Nice and tight, ready for you to shove your cock in. I saw you looking at my ass, you wanted to touch me.”

“Yeah? You getting turned on sweetheart? You’re wet, aren’t you? The thought of me fucking you has you soaked. I know you wanted me earlier. I wanted you too. Gotta wear a condom though if we do this. Wife promised me a Halloween BJ since the kids are at a sleepover. Strip. Show me everything and then I’ll decide what to do. If I shoot you, the police will be able to see those pretty tits.”

It’s humiliating to think about how quickly you reach for the hem of your shirt. The threat of him killing you still hangs over your head and you pull it off and toss it aside, thankful you weren’t wearing a bra. Your leggings are next, no panties underneath and you are quickly bare in front of a man with a gun, hoping he finds you sexy enough.

Dave bites his lip, watching as you stand bare in front of him, trying not to shake since your life is on the line. “Mmmm.” He steps closer, trailing the barrel of his gun along your skin, just above your tits. You inhale sharply when the muzzle brushes your nipple. “I guess you’ll do. Kneel and take my cock out. No teeth otherwise you’ll die.” He promises, “I want you to take my cock down your throat. Suck my cock like your life depends on it…because it does.”

That shouldn’t turn you on, but it does. You kneel down and unzip his black utility pants, wondering if he’s killed anyone in them. Your hand brushes his cock inside his boxer briefs and he’s already hard. “Do you get hard killing people or is that because I’m naked?” You ask, pulling his cock out and looking at the flushed tip.

Dave snorts, watching you wrap your fingers around his girth. “A little of both. You are a beautiful woman and am I wrong if I get a little turned on by the adrenaline of killing someone? Nothing like it. Especially when you get away with it.” He tells you candidly, “it’s a turn on and right now, you are sucking cock to save your life so might wanna get to it.”

You shiver slightly, your eyes sliding over to the pistol still in his grip and you lean forward to take him into your mouth. Closing your eyes when the tip of his cock hits your tongue and you taste the salty flesh. Unable to stop yourself from moaning slightly while your greedy tongue laps at the swollen head.

Dave watches you as you take his cock into your mouth, your lips wrapped around the head and your eyes look up at him. “Damn.” He hisses, “I imagined earlier how that pretty mouth would feel. Fucking perfect. Shame it’s gonna be ice cold until you make me change my mind.” He tuts, pressing the muzzle of the gun to your head. “Suck harder princess.”

You gasp slightly and shove more of his cock in your mouth, terror and excitement swirling together and confusing you but all you can be concerned with is making this good for him. You choke, sputter around him but you don’t pull away. Leaning into him and pushing past the gag reflex so you can swallow.

Dave’s eyes flutter for a moment until he recovers, a grin appearing on his face. “Fuck. You are good at this. You like sucking cock? Are you wet just being my little slut? Begging for your life with your throat.”

You agree, the sound muffled by his cock and vibrating around him. Dave groans so you keep making noises while you bob on his cock, wanting to prove that you are worth not killing. You don’t want to die tonight. You reach up slowly, freezing when his gun is shoved a little harder against your temple, but you just wrap your fingers around the last inch you can’t take into your mouth and pump him while you suck his cock. 

Dave groans, watching you, the combination of his pre-cum and your saliva drip down your chin and he reaches out to scoop it up. He doesn’t need DNA on the floor. He wipes his free gloved hand on his pants and he uses it to grab the back of your head, forcing you to take him deeper. “Fuck. It’s good. Your mouth is good.” He gives you, gun still pressed against your temple.

You hollow your mouth, letting him force you deeper and you pull back just enough to let him force you down again. Letting him control how deep you take him. Letting him fuck your mouth. You’re trembling but you can’t deny that your pussy is aching, leaking enough that you are dripping onto the floor under you. Wanting to reach down and touch yourself while the man who is here to kill you fucks your throat. It says something about you, but you aren’t exactly sure you want to analyze that. 

“Fuck. Taking me so deep down your throat.” His hand slides from your head to your throat, feeling how his cock bulges, and he’s tempted to cum down your throat but he also wants to feel how tight and wet your cunt is. He drags you off of his cock by your throat, his length bouncing and dripping with saliva. “Stand up.” He orders, “hands on the table and spread your legs.” He commands, “any sudden movements and you’re dead.” He promises, keeping the gun in his hand.

Standing up, you shakily move over to the table and spread yourself out like he ordered you to. Face burning with shame and excitement when you feel how wet you’ve gotten from sucking this killer’s cock and you throb with anticipation of him sliding inside you. Anything to save your life. Whimpering slightly when you feel the barrel of the gun slide down your spine. 

Dave chuckles when you shiver as he slides the muzzle between your cheeks, dragging the weapon between your legs and he hums when your arousal coats the barrel. The muzzle hitting your clit makes you cry out and he smirks, “you are enjoying this, aren’t you? You sick little whore. You want to ride the gun that’s gonna kill you if you don’t do a good enough job?”

Your whimper is shameful, slightly desperate but you shake your head. You need to prove to him that you are worth keeping alive. You don’t think that he will get enjoyment from a gun touching you. “Fuck me.” You beg, looking over your shoulder but his hand pushes your face forward again. “I want- I - let me prove I’ll do a good job.” 

Dave chuckles at the desperate tone in your voice. It’s pathetic but he knows you’ll do whatever you need to do to save your life. He pulls his gun away, reaching down to pull the condom out of his pocket that he keeps there for emergencies like this and he shoves the condom into your hand. “Put this one.” He orders, pointing the gun at you again.

You don’t want to question why he has a condom in his pocket. Instead, you rip the packet open as you turn around to face him. His eyes are dark on you as you pinch the tip and roll it down his thick length. Biting your lip in concentration so you don’t make a wrong move that could cost you your life. 

He groans at your grip and he taps your thigh, “spin around.” He demands now that you’ve put the rubber on his cock. He reaches down to grip his length, positioning it at your dripping entrance. “Damn. Someone got turned on sucking my cock.” He chuckles darkly before he pushes inside of you without warning and no preparation but you’re so wet, it’s slick and easy for Dave to penetrate deep in one thrust.

Your cry is loud, hands grabbing for the arm that Dave has wrapped around your stomach to hold you against him. Gasping when he doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, just starting to hammer into you relentlessly. Stealing your breath every time his cock drills into you deep, punching against your cervix with no mercy. His gun pressed back against your side as he rocks into you. 

He’s relentless, thrusting into you like his life depends on it despite it being your life that hangs in the balance. He hisses at how tight you are gripping him, your pants making him groan and he hammers into you without mercy. “Take it baby. Take it all.” He demands, gun still aimed towards you.

You whimper, clenching down around him. Feeling the desperate way he’s shredding up into you. “D-Daaa-ve.” You stutter out, the slapping of his hips loud while he rocks into you. You feel the way the gun digs into your side and your eyes slide closed, embarrassed that you are enjoying this.

Dave hisses, his fingers shifting to wrap around your neck, pulling you further into his chest and arching your back so he can push even deeper inside of you. “Fuck baby. So good. Such a tight cunt.” He growls, “you love it, don’t you? Dirty little whore. Daddy doesn’t know you get wet like this, does he? He doesn’t know how much you like to be fucked.”

A shiver races down your spine, body shuddering under his rough treatment and hard fucking. “N-noooooo.” You whine, leaning back and it feels like your nipples are as hard as iron, making you cry out when the gun scraps across one peak. Your pussy is pulsing, fluttering as you race towards your orgasm as every thrust pushes him against something wonderful inside you. “Fuck.” 

Dave groans when your walls grip him, making it harder to thrust so hard but he persists, desperate for his own release. “Shit baby. Pussy like a goddamn vice. No wonder - fuck - no wonder you agreed to let me fuck you. Want you to cum. Cum for the last time.” He orders, pressing the barrel of his gun against your bundle of nerves.

You practically wail when you cum. Shuddering and locking down around him while you soak his condom covered cock in waves of hot cum. Your body heaves under the force of the pleasure washing over you and you push up to your toes, thighs shaking at the feeling of the gun pressed against your clit. 

Dave grunts when you grip his cock in your walls, so tight around him, and he struggles to continue pushing into you to seek his own orgasm. He pants, hips slamming against your ass until he lets out a choked moan, his cum filling the condom as he buries his cock deep inside of you.

Panting, you lean forward to press your body to the table, breasts flattened against the wood. Feeling him pulse inside you and honestly sad that you don’t feel the warm flood of his cum filling you. You close your eyes and hum. “Good?” You ask, limp and unable to do more than lay there. 

Dave doesn’t say a word as he pulls out of you carefully, not wanting the condom to spill and he expertly ties it off before shoving it into his pocket. “I’m sorry sweetheart. It wasn’t good enough. Gotta provide for my family and the money is too good to turn down, I hope you enjoyed your last orgasm.” He offers, pressing the gun to your forehead and wastes no time pulling the trigger.

You flinch a shiver of fear running down your spine as he pulls the trigger.  You hear the click and snort quietly as you open your eyes and twist your head to look back at Dave. “Really?” You roll your eyes at him as you straighten up and turn around to look at him with a smirk on your face. “Oops, looks like the big, bad assassin forgot to load his gun.” 

Dave chuckles, “as if I’d actually load the fucking thing, honey.” He huffs, tossing the gun aside after flicking on the safety just in case and he grabs your hips to pull you close, pressing his lips to yours. “Did you enjoy it?” He hums, pulling back for a second.

Smirking, you wind your arms around Dave’s neck and kiss him again. “I loved it. It was thrilling. And the condom bit, perfect.” You pull back and lift a brow at your husband. “Did you actually do anything like this when you were taking contracts?” You ask, knowing he won’t lie to you about that. Not when he was out of the business before you got married and he doesn’t hide things from you. 

Dave shakes his head, “no. No one could convince me to save them. It was money. I didn’t give a fuck who they were or what they could offer. If they knew who I was or that I was there, I’d be dead so I didn’t take any risks leaving evidence…including someone alive. It was…clean cut.” He tells you honestly, knowing he could never lie about it to you. You accept all of him…even the dark past he used to conceal. He kisses your lips again, “Nancy texted me before I came in here. The girls are all asleep. Apparently hyped up on candy but she got the sleepover crew to bed.” Dave chuckles, talking about the suburban mother whose child is hosting the sleepover.

You hum happily, knowing the girls are in good hands. “Good.” Your fingers curl up into the hair at the base of his neck and play with it. “Dad wants us at the fundraiser early tomorrow night.” You roll your eyes slightly and send him a small pout, knowing he understands how much you hate those types of things. “Of course he would ‘love’ for the girls to come too.” 

“No.” Dave shakes his head, “I don’t want them on stage or exposed. I want to keep them safe just in case my shit comes back to haunt me. Bad enough how much I worry about you.” It’s ironic really, Dave was always so low key but now he’s married to a Congressman’s daughter and in the spotlight but that’s honestly the best place for him. If anyone brought up his past, it would be dismissed as propaganda. Easy to get a free pass and you know what he did and still love him which is the most important thing.

“I know, I already drafted the email back to him reminding him that your children are not his campaign platform.” You love his daughters, you have from the moment that you had met them. Their safety and happiness was the most important thing for you as their stepmother. “Although, you know….” you smirk and pull him closer for another kiss. “I’ve been thinking about something. I was wondering if you wanted to see about having another kid to protect from the congressman’s ambitions?” 

Dave leans back to look at you in surprise. You discussed possibly having a baby together before you even got married but between your work and the girls, it never seemed the right time. Now though, the girls are settled, they love you, and your work is stable. Dave has a good job as a security consultant that he can provide if you want to give up work. “You want a baby?” He asks, reaching up to caress your cheek.

You nod, grinning at him and giving a small shrug. “I want to have your baby. A big, bad former assassin’s baby. The man who loves playing with his daughters, I want to carry his baby.” You bite your lip. “If you want another one now?” He might have changed his mind since you last talked about it and that would be okay too. 

Dave grins, shaking his head as he reaches down to grab your ass. “No. No. I haven’t changed my mind. I want you to - shit - your IUD. Wish I could start trying now.” He sighs, “but I do want a child with you. I want to see you pregnant.”

“Hmmm.” You lean in and kiss him again. “I’ll make a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.” You promise, excited at the idea of trying for a baby with your husband. “But for now…” You smirk. “Why don’t we go upstairs and shower?” You suggest, sliding your hand down to cup his cock. “We can pretend you came home from a job all beat up and blood, just needing a good blow job to feel better.” 

Dave reaches for your hand, “mmm I think I would rather come home from a job needing to bury my tongue in my wife’s pussy, taste her and remind myself that I am a lucky son of a bitch.” He pecks your lips and steps back. “Lemme just set the alarm.” He tells you, knowing he needs to ensure your safety before he indulges in you again.

“I have the best security in the world.” You watch as Dave double checks the door and sets the alarm before he walks back towards you and picks up the gun that he discarded. It will be reloaded and put back into the safe by his side of the bed. “Someone who knows exactly how to keep me safe because he thinks like someone who needs to get inside.” Dave’s past doesn’t bother you, you’ve proven that by your interest in roleplaying different aspects of his former profession. He was no longer the man who took out names on a list, but it was sexy to see how he would look doing it.

[snarkylinda]

I’m very glad you’re talking about spencer being parentified because it feels like people sometimes gloss over it a bit? or maybe I’m just looking in the wrong places. if this isn’t something you do in you’re blog feel free to just. not respond but do you have any more thoughts or. idk headcanons on how that might have affected him as an adult?

Hi anon! To be honest I have no idea what is essentially discussed alot on the fandom other that a tiny fraction of it I expose myself to because 1#I am too tired and old to deal with fandom discourse about my blorbo, and based on my previous experience with fandoms I KNOW that the most popular the character, the bigger the discourse so haha no- 2# I joined in late lmao literally a couple of months ago, so I am super out of the loop just screaming to the void in desperate needs for someone to scream back 🤲🏼 do this kind of asks actually made me so happy agahagaha 🥰🥰 Buckle up bois this is LONG-

Ok now to those that might come across this and ask themselves what the hell does being parentified means, it's a broad term used for the phenomenon of (at best) a child sharing parental responsibilities due to x circumstance, or (at worst) downright having the parent/child dynamic completely swapped, with the child being the caretaker for the parent and household. You don't have to know deep CM lore knowledge to realize the latter is Spencer Reid to a T. Hell, they aren't even subtle about it lmao:

Btw parentification is often mixed in with abandonment and while they share the "child being forced to grown up" too quickly, the former is often distinguished by the fact that, more often that not as is this case, the parent still cares for them but are unable to do so how it should be (tho there are several cases where parentefication is an part of willing neglect, sadly) and added to the fact that they have to look after themselves- they have to look after another.

This is a really complicated, broad topic and I just mentioned this to go full disclaimer and that I don't blame Diana at all for how messed her son ended up since she can't help it- and to make a joke about how Spencer was abandoned and parentified. Also harassed. Guys he wasn't even 18-

Anyways but back to your question, how do I think that affected Spencer growing up....well in everything basically lmao

But I will take on two instances that had stood up to me the most: emotional management and hiding secrets.

The second one is easier: you would catch this man dead before he vents to you over something other than his shitty dad (that I find very funny tbh) and when he does is because he is at his limit and about to fucking cry.

Now don't get me wrong: we all are entiltde to our privacy. These are grown ass adults and they have lives outside of their working circle....

Right?

Haha we have an problem-

So yeah, Spencer kind of actually needs to rely on his co-workers because he has literally nobody else to rely on-

And yet

Oh here is the thing- Spencer is one polite boi but he is also blunt, if he doesn't want someone on his business he says so (look back when Alex discovered him and Maeve) this is literally "I wanted to tell you but I feel like I shouldn't"- this is not season 1 mind you, this is season 11, and yet here he was one of his oldest friends literally grabbing him by the arm and having to tell him it's never a bother- I am the only one fucking crying at this?

Excuses seems to come to Spencer like it's second nature- "sorry a tube on my apparment broke" "Oh I....I tripped!" "There was a lot of traffic so..." "I was watching an movie" and I am not am expert on USA's history or some shit, but Child Protection Services had been a thing since at least the 60s, so I don't think that a 10yo living alone with his mentally ill mother would have flown well- you get the idea.

I think this scene summarizes the whole thing perfectly

Get it? it's irony. (I love how Spencer is about to say something like dismissive "thank you" but because this shit hit too close to home to comfort he just gave a polite smile and walked away. That silence was LOUD) Because Spencer had always had done the former but the latter er.... :D

And it's not only when it concern Diane btw, any problem whatsoever Spencer would rather lock himself up (literally lmao) that sit down and talk about it- it's only when his bs is exposed and he can't refutage (like that little scene after Gideon's death when Rossi asks him if he had been there all night- he points out the fact he is wearing the same cardigan as the day before) that he opens up....or he runs away, which leads me to the second big point that I think shows how much Parentification fucked him up:

Spencer has the emotional maturity of a teenager.

I talk about this literally all the time so I'll be shorter lmao basically Spencer... has an issue- ok he has lot of issues- and that is the way he dislikes direct confrontation, so whenever he is hurt or angry he would rather be dismissive and passive-agressive that talk it out with the person- even going as far as turning away and storming out of the room.

(Here is the part where I put the screencaps but him storming off would be out of focus so lmao er.... Elephant Memory, Memoriam, Proof, a little part in 15x2 and The Gathering)

Now... I do think that a grown-ass man doing this shit is hilarious, like I love Spencer's bratty side so much lmao but it's an clear sign of someone that never learned how to deal with his emotions on a healthy way, someone that 6 out of 7 days of the week had to interiorize everything in and because of that holds on so much....resement, so much repressed anger but also without an stable force on his life to help him manage that- so we are left with an teenager trapped in an adult's body, loss at how to handle shit like he always did.

....And want to know the worst part about an Parentified boy onto adulthood?

That they don't know better.

[summae]

hello! do u have any garden headcanons that you'd be willing to share... i loved how well you managed to grasp them in so little words ❤️

hallo sorry it took me so long to answer this! (and Thank YOU!! for the nice compliment :)) )

also boy do I have headcanons or just what I think could happen if they end up together (AND ALIVE?) so here we go

Warren's absolutely inept at cooking he Tries and he Knows how to survive on his own but he's more than happy to leave Gordon alone in the kitchen and let him work his magic (I also don't think Gordon's that good either but he's willing to try for warren)

Gordon sleeps with his socks on, Warren says it's stupid and Gordon pulls out his phone with that article saying it's easier to fall asleep with them on and they have a Debate abt it

also think both of them have a sweet tooth but Gordon's actually pathologic like three spoonfuls of sugar + milk into tea and Warren's like arent u afraid of losing your teeth and Gordon's like (girls who like sweets when they meet bitches that snort sugar)

Warren strikes me as a morning person or even if not necessarily loving waking up early he's like someone who once wakes up is Awake whereas Gordon's fully nonfuncional in the morning and Warren has to drag him around he pretends to hate it but he doesn't of course

i think neither Warren nor Gordon are Conventionally Pretty cos that's boring but Gordon was in a metal band he's since long embraced being a Freak while Warren's still self concious in the silent way but Gordon genuinely thinks he's the most handsome man alive like he's truly convinced Warren is this mythical relict that only the pure of heart can find and appreciate which makes Warren feel so embarrassed but after a while he embraces it and they become so obsessed with each other from an outside perspective it's frightening

idk why but it think they both try to become vegetarian for Waffles (it makes sense in my head) but they like full english breakfast too much so they Just can't it's funny to me ok

Warren says he was a punk (pointing at Gordon) just to see Gordon get red in the face and explain At Length just how much punk and metal are different genres because he was born in the eighties so He's like That and how while he can see the strength of certain messages conveyed through punk music it's just Not at all like metal where techinque and actual musical ability is valued but also he played bass so maybe he's more chill about it but he still wants to point it out ok he isn't Punk and Warren does it because he's insane about Gordon getting heated and at a certain point he just tunes him out it's like asmr to him

they both have Issues and so it takes them a while to get it together like Warren is in love but won't say anything because he thinks what they have is too good to ruin and Gordon still thinks Warren is Fragile and also possibly straight? but once they Do get it together they still don't define it because it's Too big and too personal to have a name like I am 100% serious when I'm saying that I think their relationship is Overwhelming in the most romanticly haunting sense but they balance it well it works with them exclusively

both of them are tactile people but Warren won't initiate any contact he's more like a dog that accepts pats but doesn't get up to search for them

Warren's a tidy person and Gordon's more "There's method to my madness" but he's an Archivist so he's got every important document cared for and has extremely good spacial memory i like to think that a few years down the line (in my universe where they are happy and live together) they become sort of telepathic and when Warren needs something he doesn't even have to ask he's just like "Have you seen the- and Gordon's there "Top right corner of the shelf in the bathroom" and they do this All the time

I HAVE MORE? I think but IDK how to be normal so this will be all for now thank u and thanks again for the sweet compliment have a nice LIFE ANON 🌟🌟

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

7 Snippets

Tyy for the tag @dujour13 ! im very bad at selecting small snippets, so under the cut they go!

one wotr Cecio, mostly jojos Celia n co, bc i have been rotating how they interact all week, with a peek at the two CeliaXElena ockiss pieces [born to run&everlasting kiss]

im about to log off but if anyone hasn't been tagged please take this as your tag!

snippet one: Dear Sister

Red, red, everywhere. I never understood ‘seeing red’ as a phrase for when fury takes over, but it seems I am now drowning in it, staining my hands, my clothes, my soul. It was as easy as drowning. I finally saw the rising tide for what it was, and made one last struggle against the waters with the angel's light, but I felt the red flood down my throat all the same, and I succumbed. Yet I find I breathe easier now, even as my corpse lies at my feet, even as the water takes me. My mind is quiet and my body is mine. That is to say, the good man is dead. I am what's left. But you know all about that don’t you, my dear sister?

snippet two: all i got's a photograph

Black hair and a sharp face, almost in profile, pressed against her own golden curls, as he wrapped around her, one pale arm slung over her shoulder and the other coming out from under her own, to hide underneath her jacket, wrapping around her torso. Conficcare. Her second oldest friend, and one of the only people who could aggressively cling to her like that and get away with it in public. She has to fight the smile, just like the Celia in the photograph, exasperated fondness is the strongest emotion in her heart when she thinks of him. Conficcare. The next strongest emotions he evokes are regret, are sorrow, for the child he was, the man he became, and her part in both of those. Much can be said of how long they have known each other, have fought for each other, have loved each other, all of them.  Little is said on how it took time to get past that first stage. It's easy to look back at the history, and say it was rosy, but for every fight back to back, there is one face to face, for every kind word- for every mean word said in jest, is one in truth.

snippet three: There was no way this house could hold the two of us, i guess that we were too much of the same kind

Finally, something snaps inside Rametto, and he turns to Celia, making painfully direct eye contact, lips twisted into a sneer as he bares his teeth, “You’re not my damn father, what do you care?” He sees golden eyes go wide, and he regrets it immediately. Hes- hes not like his brother. He's careful. He opens his mouth again, wishing he could brush it all under a rug- “I know- I know I have no right-”  her voice shakes and he wishes he could say it's the last night, the exhaustion, but it feels like he can see her properly, and that exhaustion is not just from one night spent worrying over numbers, its a lifetime of exhaustion, and Celia is only nine years older than him, only six years older than Cecio, and suddenly he realises she's so damn young.  Something in the back of his mind is screaming, terrified.  She breaks eye contact first, ducking her head, and suddenly it feels terribly dark in the kitchen.

snippet four: for what its worth, i never meant you any pain

Golden eyes flick to the report cards pinned with touristy magnets on the fridge, and the part of Celia that raised Cecio wonders if she needs to stop him staying out so late, but the part of her that sees who Cecio is now, knows there isn't much hope. Not for Rametto, not for the little brother of Conficcare, the protege of Muro, for the boy who will become a man, and step into a whole new world of violence. At her orders.  Her head shakes, trying to banish the thoughts from her face as the outer door clicks, and she settles back into stillness, waiting to see what Rametto does. Pause, unlace his shoes, then try and place them on the floor quietly is the first part of that answer. He opens the inner door and treads carefully, avoiding floorboards like he's seven and superstitious again, making his way towards the cupboards, putting his bag on the floor and letting it lean against the side of the counter, leaning down himself to unzip it -and taking out the battered metal box Celia remembers Stecco taking to school, still with the dent from where she threw it at his head but changed trajectory at the last second, hitting the metal pole he was leaning on instead.

snippet five: born to run

In hindsight Celia is sure she screamed, teeth flashing, and she gripped the steering wheel and slammed her foot on the pedal, her instinct taking over, calculating angles and skid and acceleration, a too fast stream of information, as her brain shut out anything beyond what was strictly necessary, trusting in Elena to solve any attempted sabotage.

snippet six: i wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight in an everlasting kiss

She doesn't mind letting the cold seep into her through her coat, Elena right next to her and gazing out at the city skyline, doesn't mind it at all. If her eyes linger on the person beside her, on the folds of leather, on the still paint splattered hands, on her eyes and face and lips, then that's her secret. Elena is too distracted to notice her lingering gaze, hands twitching like she wants to reach for a paint brush, as her eyes stare into the distance, mind whirring with composition and colour.  She's an artist to the bone, got creation on her soul, and one day, Celia prays, Elena will have the time and money to put to canvas every painting she ever dreamed of making, even the ones she's daydreaming of now, when it's just half formed thoughts to distract herself while waiting.

snippet seven: everlasting [kiss again]

A voice next to her bites out, “Idiota” any malice blunted by the fondness that underlies every syllable. And Celia turn her head towards her sun and grins too, wide and full of love, giggles turning to cackles, Tesoros shoulders shaking alongside his head, as he lowers his arms and reveals his own grin, and finally Elena cracks to, rolling her eyes as the twitch at the corner of her mouth turns into a smile, lovingly frustrated, but then her eyes glint maliciously and she opens her mouth again-

[egg-emperor]

It sucks that Sonic Boom isn't being renewed because they could find some way to incorporate Sage. And Boom Eggman being the softie he is would praise her for even the smallest thing. I can see him actually being a kind of good dad in contrast to Mainline Eggman being just awful as a father.

Boom Eggman is the only version of Eggman I'd accept to be any modicum of a good dad. Making sure his daughter is well taken care of while also being her teacher in the art of evil. Being proud of her for every small act of evil. She could even screw him over once and he'd be like "that's so evil! That's my girl!"

That's just my take on it tho. I like the contrast between canon and boom Eggman.

Yeah I think the most popular but the canon divergent fanon version of Eggdad and Sage now would work perfectly fine with Boom Eggman, he's set up well for some version of Sage to be introduced to him.

Boom Egg isn't so bad, he's actually known to be lonely and want friends and family with his desires to befriend Sonic and co and what he had going on with Morpho and Mombot and such. Basically all the things people would like game Eggman to be, fully possible without malicious intentions or ulterior motives and more depth than modern Egg's shallow perception.

Plus I think the guy who has managed to have some genuine and friendly moments with Sonic and also managed to be concerned with the well being of a child like Beth the shrew and stuff would make a better father than the one who is always trying to kill kids in terrible ways and has very shallow self-centered and selfishly beneficial ways of caring about his creations at all lol

Boom Egg would enjoy having someone to teach evil who's genuinely enthusiastic without having to make them eat evil cookies if she had the same loyalty she does to modern Egg. She could please him much easier and he'd probably gush over her evil and emphasize it a lot fondly like how much he does with himself in the show.

I can definitely see him being so attached and proud of her that he'd react like that to anything evil she does even it were against him or at his expense in any way because he'd just think it further proves her greatness and how impressive it is. XD Depending on what abilities she has in the Boom verse she'd be one of his significantly greater creations.

She probably wouldn't be as big of a threat just like Boom Eggman isn't as much as modern but she'd especially be much higher up on the list than the majority of his other creations, which he'd appreciate her highly for. But also for the way she can feel like family to him and he could get the company and care from her that he's always not very secretly desired going by other bonds he's made.

I enjoy looking into and embracing vast differences between modern and Boom Eggman in personality and interactions, it's pretty interesting and fun. If Boom still existed and a version of the dynamic could've existed like that officially then everyone could've been happy and gotten what they personally wanted out of the character and father daughter dynamic.

[orchestrated-serirei]

SeriRei Week Day 3: Love Languages (900 words)

Decided to change it up for today and write about them instead!

(I don't typically write and post it so I hope this formatting is okay lol and it's 4:27am sorry for any grammar or tense inconsistencies)

Reigen: Words of affirmation/acts of service

Serizawa: physical touch/quality time

Hope y'all like it~

Anyone that’s been around Reigen for any period of time will know that the man has quite a way with his words. Most of the time, he can talk his way out of any situation– which is a handy skill to have when dealing with all sorts of people in and out of the office. What actual psychic power he was lacking in, was made up for by the power his of words. 

A part of Reigen was grateful that he could be eloquent when he needed to be, but he knew more than anyone else that his words could and did cause harm to the people he cares about. This was a side of himself that Reigen hated, but being completely transparent with his feelings and being genuine through words is something that doesn’t come naturally to him. 

Reigen does his best not to hide behind his words as much as he’s gotten used to doing– but he finds that it’s easier for him to show someone that he cares for them by showing up and supporting them from behind. 

Before Reigen and Serizawa officially got together, they had spent several nights having conversations over drinks and ramen. After one too many lemon sours one night, their topic of discussion eventually devolved into Reigen briefly opening up to Serizawa about how he hated the side of himself that found it difficult to be honest and how he hurt Mob in the past. 

Ever since Serizawa started working at Spirits & Such, he had observed that Reigen wasn’t always the most truthful. He could also only recall at least one other time where Reigen unexpectedly confided in him, so hearing him do it again really caught Serizawa off guard.

Just as Reigen was about to move on after taking another swig of his drink, Serizawa piped up.

“Reigen, I know it’s not always easy for you, but I can see that you’re doing your best to change.”

He paused and stared at his drink before continuing. 

“Even if it doesn’t always work out, I know that you have the best intentions in mind, especially for the people you care about. I’m sure that Shigeo-kun can see that as well.” 

Serizawa finally breaks away from staring at his drink to finally turn to Reigen– who was now extremely teary-eyed and doing his absolute best to hold it all in. 

Maybe it was the lemon sours, or Serizawa’s genuine words of reassurance, or maybe it was both that got Reigen choked up; but whichever one it was, Reigen learned that it actually felt really nice to hear that he was doing something right.

— — — — — — — — — —

It had been about 5 months since Reigen and Serizawa started dating each other. Despite their hectic schedules, the pair made it a point to set aside time every weekend to spend at least a day or a couple of hours together uninterrupted. 

During this particular weekend, the couple decided to try out a new co-op game that had been released the day before. Reigen wasn’t much of a gamer in comparison to his partner, but he knew how much trying this game out together meant for Serizawa, so he gladly agreed to it. 

On the way home with the game in tow, Serizawa passed by a burger place that had recently just opened up. He figured it would be a perfect surprise for Reigen tonight, especially since he had mentioned wanting to try it out a few days prior. 

Eventually 6 pm rolls around.

“Taka should be here any minute.” Serizawa mutters to himself. 

As if right on cue, Reigen rings the buzzer to Serizawa’s unit. 

After greeting each other with an embrace and a short but sweet kiss, Serizawa invites Reigen to sit down on the couch. “Before we start anything, I figured you’d be hungry so I got you something.” 

Serizawa pulls out the bag filled with the burger and fries from behind his kitchen countertop. In an instant Reigen beams, gasping loudly and practically bolting over to where Serizawa was standing. “Tsuya! OH MY GOD YOU REMEMBERED.”  Reigen wraps his arms around his boyfriend before thanking him verbally and with another kiss. 

Once dinner had been consumed, they made their way back to the couch to start the game. A few minutes into playing, Reigen took the chance to snuggle into Serizawa’s side even more, resting his head in between Serizawa’s neck and shoulders. 

In turn, Serizawa pauses the game and re-adjusts himself and Reigen. He wraps an arm around Reigen and pulls him in even closer, fully enjoying the warmth between them. Serizawa then plants a kiss on Reigen’s temple and smiles at his partner warmly. “You make me feel so loved, thank you for everything.” 

Reigen’s face immediately flushes and for a moment, he is at a loss for words. Serizawa has been the only one so far to make Reigen forget how to talk at times with his sincerity– not that Reigen’s complaining. 

He regains composure and manages to respond. “I feel the same way, thanks Tsuya.” 

He smiles back at Serizawa, who’s internally melting at the sight of his boyfriend still getting flustered even after all this time.

“So how ‘bout that game? I wanna see what they’ve got in store for us. I was starting to get invested.” 

Serizawa lets out a small chuckle. “Alright, alright I’ll unpause now.”  

[metal-harbor]

What happens when Sonic falls back to Earth? How does everyone react to it? Did Sonic age 10 years or is he now 10 years younger than everyone?

(That would be weird for Tails! Your big brother comes home after 10 years and he's now the younger brother, and a lot shorter lol)

Sonic is 10 years younger than everyone else now! He’s almost a foot shorter than Tails and Cream and is obviously a little out of place. His care free attitude is a welcome change of pace for some and seen as a little ignorant by others.

Reactions were mixed!

Tails was so thrilled to have his brother back but as an adult and the co-leader of the organisation he feels like he doesn’t have enough time to truly let it sink in that he’s back. I think he feels guilty for being a little resentful of Sonic for leaving him alone all those years; he knows he didn’t mean to but still, his actions endangered people whether he meant for them to or not. I think Sonic feels a little uneasy about the fact that Tails is a different person now, his morals and spirit haven’t changed but ten years is a lot of time to miss. He still loves his brother of course but having their dynamic flipped on it’s head is a lot to take in.

Amy doesn’t blame him at all for what happened, she knows he was doing his best to save the world and that he had no way of knowing what would happen. She’s a lot calmer now, she still admires him as a hero but also sort of sees him as a kid? She spends a lot of time getting him to open up about how he’s feeling about the strange new world he finds himself in and is the one that really helps him find his place in the group. She is the other co-leader so he spends a lot of time with her at first getting to know what’s what.

Knuckles won’t even speak to him, he talks about him as if he is a reckless child that endangered them all. He doesn’t care about Sonic’s intentions, only that he lost the chaos emeralds in outer space and has destroyed their way of living. He’s calmed down a lot in the past decade but hearing about Sonic’s return reignited old flames. He spends his time on Angel Island alone, guarding the Master Emerald as it’s the only thing keeping balance.

Shadow resents him and shares a lot of the same sentiments as Knuckles, but keeps them as close to his chest as he’s able to as to not disturb peace in the group. Shadow refrained from attacking him on sight only at Tails’ request. He speaks to him minimally, usually avoiding him by getting on with his jobs and declining his help despite knowing it would make things easier. Ultimately, he resents having to take on Sonic’s role as the protector of a large group of people, he doesn’t want to be the hero in charge of saving the world and is very tired. He also resents Sonic because he watched Tails mourn him and helped him through it.

Rogue keeps her feelings close, she’s glad to have the extra hands around - especially someone that isn’t so drained or nihilistic. She wasn’t close to Sonic before he went missing but was saddened mostly by Tails and Amy’s responses to it. She’s seen the strain that having to do his job has taken on Shadow and is the one that forces Shadow to pass on some of his responsibilities to Sonic. She somewhat selfishly sees Sonic as a means of helping Shadow heal.

Cream is as sweet as ever, a polite young woman who treats him respectfully. Her opinion was definitely influenced by Amy and she��s thankful that he’s home safe. It’s very strange for them that they’re the same age now but they get along well. Spending time with Cream is when Sonic feels things are the most ‘normal’.

Sonic doesn’t really know what to feel, he feels guilty for being the cause of everything but also knows he didn’t have much of a choice. He immediately wants to help but struggles to find a place in the group when it moved on without him. He’s glad they all stayed together but can’t help but feel a little replaced, especially by the fact that Tails and Shadow are so close. Sonic feels a little like he’s intruding, but is trying his hardest to do whatever he can to fix things. Ultimately, he’s just relieved that his friends are alive and safe even if some of them might not be his friends anymore.

[squid-ink-symphony]

Finally working on my agents?????

Idk what 8 is going to end up like, but I'm going to play octo expansion in the next couple months which should help with that. But for now here's what we have!

I named them all after citrus stuff cuz.. its cute <3 Anyway, if you want a playlist sort of inspired by these 4 and just Splatoon/Splatoon characters in general check this out!

More info under the cut! And of course anything here is subject to change. Feel free to ask me or the agents any questions!

Lime/Captain 3

I mixed the male and female base inkling hairstyles to get the one i use for Lime.

They/Them :)

I changed the cloak they got from cuttlefish to a cape(easier to draw.)

Gave them back their old hero suit/jacket thing and shortened their pants.

This is Lime as of splatoon 3, i dont really know if anything is different about them in one and two that varies from the canon designs other than the hair.

Lime is very much the silent type who tends to worry too much and tries to make sure everything gets handled. This means they can end up taking on a lot more than is healthy for them, but they figure it's better that they do it than anyone else so no one else gets hurt.

has a lot of scars that i didnt include becuz this pic isnt colored.

The exact same height as Yuzu, but Lime wears high heels when in casual clothes so they end up being taller.

Has one older sibling.

Uses roller.

Clementine/Agent 4

Is used to being the smartest there is, and she still is really talented. But when she got into a really fancy school she was suddenly surrounded by other people on her level and she actually had to work. Had never built up good study habits and had just coasted by on natural talent until now, so she dropped out about 3/4 through the school year. A couple weeks later she was scouted by Marie.

She only really went along with Marie due to the low point she was in, and she figured following some random woman into the sewers couldn't be any worse than what she had already done. Saving Callie really helped bring her emotions and confidence back up.

She might still be dealing with feeling like she needs to be perfect and smart for her to have any worth, but she's working to get better and allow herself to make mistakes.

He/Him, She/Her and They/Them!

Their hair is just a shorter version of the "straight" inkling girl hair

The logo on her tank top is supposed to be the cuttlegear logo, but i never drew it lol

Wears her hero jacket around her waist after rescuing Callie.

The wheels help her skate and work well while riding on inkrails. It was her first actual project she let herself work on after dropping out. At first it didnt work, but she eventually tried again and again until it did.

Worlds number one salmon runner.

Was so used to being "the smart kid" until he was surrounded by tons of smart kids. And suddenly, that trait didn't make her stand out any more.

Starts off very self loathing, and Marie doesn't notice because 4 is getting results and all Marie cared about was getting Callie back. But slowly 4 grew to break down and then build herself back up again with Marie's help.

Only child

Uses Dualies mostly, but is also pretty proficient with a charger. Is sort of a jack of all trades and can really play any weapon.

Pomelo/Agent 8

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She/Her and He/Him???

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E liter user??

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Yuzu/Agent Neo 3

Was originally going to be called Lemon to match with Lime, but i thought Yuzu was cuter

It/It, They/Them, She/Her, and honestly anything else you want to use. Hoards pronouns and names like a dragon.

Lives with Little Buddy and their mom. Their mom(not biological) is a Goldie.

Does actually speak salmonid, and refuses to work for Grizz Co. Will fight their employees on sight. (this causes some slight issues with 4 when they first meet)

Stringer user!

Finds treasure in the splatlands and sells it in splatsville for cash. WILL fight you on sight if you try to take their stuff.

Hair is a mix between the male ponytail and the canon braid style.

Loves to collect shiny bits and bobs, and can sniff out anything like it from a mile away.

Yuzu will do anything for money. It needs money to help support her family!!!

Was sort of conflicted fighting Deep Cut. On one hand, Yuzu respects them a lot for what they do for Splatsville. But on the other hand, Yuzu is not backing down from a challenge OR treasure. So Yuzu chose to at least do Deep Cut the honor of keeping it a clean fight with no tricks.

Speaking of, it WILL play dirty to get what they want.

Very curious and loves to poke around where they don't belong. Will find every little thing hidden in every level.

Absolutely horrible sense of direction, Honey has to help them out a lot.

Is somehow the most naive and most distrusting of the group.

When they celebrate, they go all out! Splatfests, something good happened with the NSS, birthdays, pretty much anything is an excuse to party like tomorrow won't come.

Honey/Little Buddy/Agent Neo 3 Also?

Has a full proper salmonid name, and so does Honey and Yuzu's mom. I just havent decided what they are yet. But Honey was the name Yuzu gave it, and so they wear it with pride!

He/Him, It/Its, They/Them

Has a braid in their hair just like Yuzu!!

Is growing in some of his goldie scales! But not all of them are their yet! Got his first one after the Hugefry transformation. During the transformation he turned into a massive goldie, but returned to normal with no other side effects. But whats this! There was a single golden scale! Honey was so proud!!

Very brave, unafraid to do anything to help Yuzu out! He will help his big sib!!

Likes to cook!

[just-horrible-things]

‘Verse: Resistance Story: Chewtoy AU, co-author @whump-sprite Timeline: Connor is rescuing Ariadne

Emergency Room [ Prev | Next ]

There is a car, and a stranger, and Connor holds Ari in the backseat. Everywhere he touches hurts, but she's glad he's here because otherwise she wouldn't have the first idea what's happening.

Thought is difficult and disjointed and that scares her worse than any of the pain because it means something is deeply, seriously wrong – and she can't think to help herself. 

She can only hope Connor is taking her to someone who can make it stop.

She feels sick. She feels awful. Cramps run through her legs and feet and core without cease. Every breath is difficult.

Her body is in open revolt.

Through the haze of pain, she thinks of prisoners made to stand on their toes until they drop, until even the pain of a shock baton won't convince them to get up again. 

They die, some of them. They die twitching on the floor, pissing blood, retching up any water she manages to feed them. 

The car stops. Ari shudders and tries to cling to Connor.

"-- don't –" she whimpers. He can't give her back to Riven in this condition, please, she won't survive. 

Connor carries her. She gasps, struggling to fill her lungs through the stabbing pain in her ribs. 

More strangers. 

Connor is talking. Ari hears "help her", more than once. Someone tries to take hold of her, and Connor's grip tightens around her. Ari squeaks breathlessly.

"Careful of her feet," Connor says. "-- please –" Ari agrees through tears.

"Sit her down," says someone.

More hands on Ari. She clings to Connor, trying to protest, but she can find no words. 

"Her back," he says. 

Someone lifts Ari's shirt. She can't breathe. There's a solid surface underneath her. Her fingers are tangled in Connor's shirt but someone takes her wrist and pulls her away. 

She looks around wildly and recognises none of the faces. 

"How did this happen?" someone is demanding. 

"Lacerations," someone is saying, "looks like a whip –"

Someone's hands are on her ribcage, fingers pressing on the breaks.

Ari tries to struggle, tries to kick out, and wails as another wave of cramps rip through her legs. 

"-- no –" she cries "-- d-don’t –" 

More hands, so many hands, pinning her, and the world is spinning. 

Someone takes her face, talking, and Ari understands calm but she can't, she can't –

They're taking her clothes and she can't see Connor anymore.

"P-please –" she gasps "-- don't –"

Touch. So much touch. Fingers sharp as pins through twitching muscles. Hands on her feet and she whines “no no no please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry –!”

Someone puts a mask over her face and suddenly breathing is a little easier.

Helpless, Ari stops fighting. The woman who has her arm sticks her with a needle and Ari can’t even feel it. Someone has a camera – why is there a camera? She sobs.

A woman is talking to her but everyone is talking at once and she can’t pick words from the jumble.

She can still hear Connor somewhere. Not here. He sounds angry.

Movement again, dozens of hands working with terrifying efficiency to roll her onto her torn-up back. Ari tries so, so hard not to fight, to prove that she is cooperating.

She looks up at a ring of faces. There are words like “blood” and “torture” in the noise. The camera flashes.

“I don’t understand,” she sobs into the mask. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

The needle pokes at her arm again, a tugging twinge. The clothes the people are wearing look – familiar. Meaning jangles at the edges of her mind.

More touch.

Rolled again, back the other way, and she understands nothing.

Someone is asking questions, and she can’t tell if they’re for her. 

“I’m sorry,” she repeats like a mantra. “I’m sorry, I’m – sorry, I’m sorry – I’m sorry.”

The noise and the chaos don’t get any less, but somehow the panic does. The mask hugs her chin, the bridge of her nose, and the air doesn’t taste any different but her ribs hurt a little less.

No one seems to care that she doesn’t understand, that she isn’t participating.

It’s okay to just lay here. Be quiet. Let them put whatever they’re putting into her veins. 

She feels so sick.

She hurts so much.

Despite it all, sleep – improbable, deeply welcome – begins to drag at the edges of her world.

She isn’t sure how that can be.

She can’t sleep, she has work to do.

She’s so tired.

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[number1villainstan]

So! Tengai headcannons! You’ve really done it now because he is one of my favourite Little Guys to put in Situations. Alright here we go:

He’s blind in one eye and is partially blind in the other, but has almost perfect vision in the not blind one wearing contacts. Kai has offered to fix them before but Tengai says there’s no need; his barriers act as a form of echolocation, he can tell exactly what’s in the barriers even without needing to see it. (Also I found out today that Mice and tenrecs communicate and find their way with echolocation, and also that it’s called echolocation because they use the sounds they make to locate the echos and find their way around based on that. Also if you don’t now what tenrecs are, Google them, they look like Pokemon. Back to Tengai!)

He’s autistic as fuck (same) and his mask is noise muffling to help him deal with sensory issues. It doesn’t completely cancel out noise, but it does make everything quieter and easier to handle. He’s frequently seen wearing headphones or earmuffs (which i..just figured out is short for ear mufflers..) when he isn’t wearing his beak mask. Due to his partial blindness, his hearing is increased, which makes everything worse for the poor baby.

His favourite animals are red pandas and opossums, but he also loves watching the koi in pops’ pond. He once saw a red panda for sale on a black market Overhaul and a couple others dragged him to and begged Kai to let him get it for the rest of the day. He was like a child asking their mother for sweets- after literally the entire day of him not shutting up, he was eventually allowed it and now he has a pet red panda that roams a few select rooms in the compound and a sectioned off area in the garden. Rappa doesn’t let Tengai forget about how much he begged, and he doesn’t let overhaul forget about giving in.

Prior to the red panda fiasco, he would bring in small animals like hedgehogs, rats, squirrels and birds, that had been injured and nurse them back to health. However he isn’t allowed anymore, as it was one of the conditions that was agreed upon for the red panda, along with Tengai taking full care of it, paying for everything with his own money, having to find a vets for it himself, as Kai refused to touch it to heal it if it got sick or injured, and a few more things.

And here’s the sad backstory cos you know I had to do it to ‘em.

His parents abandoned him at an orphanage when he was born, so he never knew them. He was moved around from foster home to foster home for a few years, until he eventually ended up at a Buddhist monastery that offered to take him in. No parents wanted him, due to his blindness, which he was born with. He was still relatively young by the time the monastery took him in, 6 at most. He enjoyed living there, he loved learning about the history of the religion, and he loved how peaceful everything was. He liked the people there, as typically they treated him with nothing but kindness. It wasn’t the most amazing place for a child to grow up, as he got very little socialisation with other kids, and being around only adults meant no one completely Got It, as adults typically don’t. However, when he was nine, he was allowed to attend a private school. This was where he had his first encounter with Rappa.

The first day there, on the first break, Tengai was sat out on the benches, reading and listening to the other kids, when he heard yelling and commotion. He looked up and saw a kid very clearly a couple of years older than him getting into a fight. He wasn’t sure what to do so he kept away, he’d never seen huge conflict like this and it terrified him.

As the day continued, he was horrified to find out he shared most classes with the kid who had started the fight and due to his calm demeanour, he was the mediator child and was made to sit next to rappa in almost all the classes they shared.

As the years passed, Rappa and Tengai decided they should probably try to get on since they absolutely weren’t going to be able to get away from each other any time soon, and they also didn’t have any other friends because Rappa scared everyone off and Tengai didn’t like talking to people, so it was the best they were gonna get.

However it all came crashing down when they were 15 and 16. By now they were in a new school and Rappa got into a massive fight, which ended in the other kid in hospital and Tengai getting punched trying to calm it down (he now has two fillings in his bottom right pre-molars) due to this, Rappa was expelled and they had no way to contact each other, as Tengai didn’t have a phone. The next few years passed and Tengai was alone the entire time. He tried to explain to the others at the monastery but still being the youngest by quite a bit, no one really got it.

Eventually, when he was 19, Tengai decided to leave and find somewhere else to live. He gathered up money over the last 4 years from freelance jobs here and there. Once he’d moved into his own apartment, he was walking at night and heard yelling from an alleyway. He decided to go and see what was happening, see if he could calm it down, and to his surprise, he found Rappa in a fight with someone he didn’t recognise. He put up a barrier around the other man and ran to Rappa.

After narrowly dodging a punch, Rappa recognised him and was excited to see him again. He knocked out the other guy and offered to show Tengai where he was saying. Tengai cautiously agreed and off they went to the compound. On the way, they caught up some, Tengai explained what his living situation was like, how he was in and out of work and struggling to keep a job due to the constant sensory overload.

They finally got to the compound and This was where they found overhaul in the garden, panicking over a snake that had gotten in. Tengai managed to bubble it and take it away while Rappa explained to overhaul what was going on with him, who he was, why he was with Rappa and such. Tengai backed up what he said and overhaul decided he could be useful to have around, and offered to let Tengai stay with them if he worked for them. Tengai, not being an idiot, questioned it and overhaul gave an entirely sugarcoated version of what they did and while Tengai was skeptical, by the time he figured out what was actually going on, he was in too deep and had to see it through.

It wasn’t all bad, however. He got on well with Kurono, pops and the trash trio, he was happy to be back with his childhood friend, even if he was a lot louder and rowdier now. He eventually got a happy ending, it just took a while.

I have more I just can’t remember rn and also I’ve been typing for over an hour :’)

yea typing that much can be exhausting believe me i've done it

These are great headcanons!

[mythvoiced]

-. More on that single parent AU for Patrick~

Following some plot points I had for a story I put on ice recently, Patrick would end up caring for an 8-ish year old girl, Angeliki, or Kiki for short, a baby nymph torn away from her mother by hunters with intentions to use her for her ‘magical properties’.

Ajay was the one to find her and rescue her, so then it was basically just a matter of deciding which of the two of them would be the safer option to function as caretaker for a child. After relatively intense debating, it seemed a lot more plausible for her to stay with Patrick, who’s not actively being hunted down by an order of immortal knights.

Taking Kiki in has forced Patrick to actually settle down somewhere, so now the two of them live in a quaint bright apartment in I don’t know where and try not to establish anything to allow for more interactions with this verse.

When it comes to education, Patrick does have her attend an actual school rather than homeschooling her, but it’s a matter of constant elevated anxiety because yes her trauma has taught her to be (overly) cautious, especially regarding her not being human, but Patrick is a worrier.

Her father is unknown, though she possesses well-developed healing abilities, he might be divine in nature. You know, Gods and how they can’t keep away from nymphs.

Kiki isn’t a very “”””””””””sweet”””””””””” girl, she’s extremely guarded, especially around adults, but has an easy enough time around other children to at least get along with a few of them. She’s still warming up to Patrick.

Patrick himself doesn’t quite know how to approach her yet. He’s got pretty good instincts, he mostly approaches her with the patience and understanding he wishes he’d been granted and is a relatively gentle parent. He’s not the best you can find on the market because they struggle opening up to each other and can fall into prolonged pits of distant silences, but it’s not something he intends leaving as is.

He struggles between giving her the space she needs and making sure she knows she can reach out to him even for the most mundane things. The main problem here seems to be that he’s not particularly good at taking initiative.

Since she doesn’t actually exist in human registers and Patrick never officially adopted her, all paperwork relating to their existence as a family are most definitely forged.

The end goal here would be for Ajay to actually find her mother and return her to her but I’ve yet to figure out in which direction I wanna take that particular aspect of this verse. Patrick will most definitely be hurting, though, lmao

They’re both very touch-averse people, so if you ever see Angie reach out to hold Patrick’s hand, know that this is a very, very big deal for her. Patrick’s touch aversion is a little easier for him to deal with in her case than it is for others and adults in particular, though she’s smart enough to see how he tenses up when she startles him with accidental closeness. He puts in the effort because he guesses she probably needs it when she reaches out.

No matter the thread, I always lowkey want them to have been a family for a relatively short period of time, to further explore this two traumatised beings trying to figure out how to co-exist as caretaker and child.

More to be added when I get my head out the gutter