#he knows he doesn’t have to clean shit up bc someone is always going to clean things up for him

[inthesecretgardens]

whenever I see people say Matty was her twin flame 😒

[toxycodone]

mouthwashing characters and their icks

ship. tulpar crew x reader

content. sfwish, just annoying things about our faves, some are romantic and some are general.

Captain Curly

Wildly empathetic. Like to a point where it’s annoying. Like yes, you get it. It’s sad to see an animal on the side of the road. But this is the second dog this week and it’s bit him twice. (He also falls for like. Fake homeless scams. Omg.)

I think he had an era where he had a cat that fucking hated him and never ever left under the guest room bed and terrorized his guests but he didn’t have the heart to get rid of it. 💀

He always ends up playing devil’s advocate without trying. Like when you’re complaining about someone at work or some bitch who cut you off in traffic, Curly’s like “maybe they had a bad day!” or something.

He just…never lets you just wallow in your misery when you need to. When he starts with his “look on the bright side!” stuff it makes your eyes roll back into your skull.

Is soooooo fucking conflict avoidant he’d rather just take shit on the chin then ever speak his mind about things with you. It gets so bad bc he’s bottling all this crap up and getting kinda catty. Because he won’t just grow up and tell you what his problem is.

Comes home in his dirty ass shoes and tracks mud all over the house. I mean he’ll swiffer it up like the housewife he is but it’s annoying.

Doesn’t clean his hands before touching your phone (or his own) before eating,. U get a greasy screen.

Jimmy is an asshole to you and Curly just goes “now now, Jim…” It won’t be until Jimmy does something like. Really bad. That Curly decides to put his foot down and enforce boundaries with that man. You witness this dude literally use your man as a doormat way too often.

If you make him choose. He would probably choose Jim unless push really came to shove…..

GIRLS FLIRT WITH HIM IN PUBLIC AND HES TOO ‘AWKWARD’ TO SAY “I’m taken…” so he just flaunts in the attention. In reality he just…likes the attention but doesn’t want to admit it to himself. (He’s loyal don’t get me wrong but this is annoying)

Thinks big romantic public gestures are cute. Whether that is an ick or not is up to you.

Jimmy

GOES THROUGH YOUR PHONE WHEN YOU’RE ASLEEP OR IN THE BATHROOM. And when you catch him he’s doesn’t even bother to make a good excuses “just wanted to check something.” Okay??? What?? If you go through his phone he will legit tackle you for it back (he isn’t even cheating he’s just pathetically bitchless and friendless. His last text was to his dealer and bro didn’t even respond.)

Will leave your important messages on read. It’s like he has read receipts on just to spite you.

Aggressively questions you out of the blue on who you know and hang out with as if it isn’t the same fucking people each time.

Really horny when he’s drunk and tries to seduce you but has terrible whiskey dick.

Terrible morning breath. Rank. Disgusting. Also all his clothes have the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke. Along with his carpet. And furniture. His walls are probably off-white too.

World’s dirtiest bathroom it’s literally so gross. He leaves his stubble in/around the sink after shaving with an electric razor real fast before work.

Has probably kissed you and then asked you what you last ate with a grimace 💔

Your friends hate him. Your family hates him. Your landlord hates him. And he hates them back.

You’ve had to bail him out of jail before. The officer on duty just gives you a pitied look when he sees you walk in and say you’re bailing him of all people out.

Pretty sure he has threatened to kill himself if you leave him multiple times but lashes out at you when you’re sweet to him at the most random times.

Anya

Stealing this from @l1v1ngd3dgrrl but Anya has the DUMBEST. LAUGH. Like she has a cutesy laugh until she’s finally not thinking and she laugh so hard she snorts. So loud.

Refuses to file down her nails so she accidentally scratches you all the time.

Definitely has an ex she’s still friends with that makes you lowkey question what is going on between them bc they’re obviously still into her and she doesn’t see it.

She silently judges and you can see it on her face when she has something to say but then she goes “it’s nothing!!!” And refuses to say it. (However, this does make her the best gossiper and she can be a total mean girl and tear apart bitches you hate on secret.)

Lowkey tries to psychoanalyze you when you’re venting to her like girl. I am not your homework.

Thinks it’s her responsibility to “fix you” for some reason. Takes you being depressed, angry, etc a little too personally.

Never watches the movies or shows you recommend you have sit her down and watch it w her. And she will. Be distracted by stuff on her phone.

Avid Mitski fan. And Nora Jones. Just an air of sad girl and longing to her that goes soooo crazy.

Big fan of ugly sweaters and tacky matching outfits….but has the audacity to make comments on your style.

Daisuke

“This one’s for you!” *Misses*. In public. In front of your friends. Need I say more.

Uses your hair products in the shower and your soap and your nice shaving oil without asking. :/

This is moreso in the beginning of the relationship but. I see this persisting that he’s constantly looking to you for approval for things. Has a really difficult time making decisions on his own, too. He’s looking to you for guidance on stuff,

Unironically thinks Dutch ovening you is funny.

Your friends all think he’s mid and although he’s sweet. You’re way outta his league. You’re dating down.

Has more skin care products than he can ever use. He’s a total product junkie.

GACHA GAME WHALE. Has definitely borrowed money for a ten pull in genshin 💔

Has cried out of frustration over Fortnite before (he was in a bad place. Okay.)

Cannot keep a job for the life of him. The only solid career he lands is like. Bobarista. But goddamn he’s good at it.

Has. Forgotten your anniversary/birthday/etc. before. and probably almost threw up out of guilt.

Swansea

Does the dad cold start every morning. Hacking. Coughing. Spitting up in the sink. It’s gross.

When he takes a shit he’s stuck in the bathroom for like half an hour at least. It’s always oddly humid and gross if you go in after him.

Chews with his mouth open.

Walks around shirtless only in underwear and will proudly fart whenever he needs to and it’s loud as fuck.

His kids lowkey hate him tbh. 💀 they have a better relationship as adults but man. Rocky fucking childhood.

Nothing ever really makes him satisfied or truly happy so you’re stuck in this weird limbo on if he actually gives a shit about you or not.

Rolls his eyes at you. When you can plainly sees he has suuuuch an attitude problem it’s crazy.

Definitely has asked for a manager in your presence over something minuscule (you wanted to die)

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HEYY so I love your writing and have been stalking your account since yesterday 🤭 I checked and I saw ur request were open so I figured I’d shoot my shot and send a request but if you’re not interested it’s totally fine !!

I saw that you don’t have Harry on ur master list so idk if you take request for him? So I won’t request smth for him here but if you do write for him pls lmk !!

Ok now my actual request, can you write smth for Theodore Nott x fem!reader where reader is like tough and usually goes against the grain of what other people are doing and for once she decides to actually go to a party when a Some Guy starts hitting on her and she’s like obviously very not into it Theo confronts the guy and gets into a fight with him.

Like maybe they’ve known each other since they were young and when they got to hogwarts they grew apart bc they were in different houses but Theo has been like hardcore crushing on her for years lol. And like after he gets into the fight she cleans him up in the bathroom and is all like “you didn’t have to do that I can take care of myself” and he’s all like “yah I know” but feeling smug bc she’s blushing or smth and he’s all happy bc yah it’s been a while but maybe he still has a chance and doesn’t just have to watch her from afar forever 🤭

SORRY this is so long but I have been having Theo brain rot and this idea has been floating in my head for a couple days now

respectable fisticuffs

A/N: yk what i didn’t think i would but i WILL write for harry, send it in anon 🫂 also this request is so good pls gif cred: @possession

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Fem!Non-Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Battered and bruised, Theo misses you like hell and now seems like a great time to tell you. 1.5k words

Warnings: fluff, theo gets in a physical fight, unsolicited flirting, cursing, tw blood/wounds, kissing, lots of ‘bellissima’, soo much pining

"What's she doing here?" Mattheo welcomes Pansy with a kiss on the cheek, leering at you like he's amused by your presence.

"I convinced her to show up, so pretty please don't scare her away," Pansy coos, patting him on the shoulder before disappearing towards the couches.

"It’s a your lucky day," he huffs, guiding you towards the sound of drunken laughter and song. "I know someone who's dying to see you."

"Don't we all," you tease. By the looks of it, he's leading you into the belly of the beast—a group of Slytherin boys crowded around a brassy gramophone. "So, who exactly is dying to see me?"

"Don’t play dumb, sweetheart... you know who," he whispers before slinking off to find a drink.

"Mattheo!" you shout, "Coglione." Maybe you should hunt Pansy down. She's the one who forced you to come after all, she deserves to bear witness to your misery.

Theo had no idea you were coming. If he had, he might've tried a little harder to impress. You look just as beautiful as the last time you ignored him, and it's not helping his crush in the slightest. Over the years, he's grown a real talent for watching you from afar. Since the sorting hat took you away from him, it's all he can do any more, and suffice to say, he misses you like hell even now.

As he's mulling it over in his head, you glance over at him. He thinks your gaze will dart away like it always does while he take a drag of his cigarette. But you wave. You hold up your hand and wave. At him. And he nods back like some nonchalant idiot. He loves the way your eyes always seem to sparkle just before you look away.

Theo waits until you've visibly relaxed to approach you. And just as he's mustering up the courage to leave his chair, Graham Montague spills his drink down your shirt.

"Shit," Graham pants, stumbling forward and clasping onto your waist for dear life. He looks down at your top—or rather, down your top—and chuckles to himself. "Might actually be an improvement."

"You smell like piss," you say. He palms your shoulder and laughs, leaning closer to mumble low in your ear.

"Does that mean you like it?" His fingers flex against your collar bone and trail up the length of your neck. You want to vomit.

Just then, his body falls limp to the ground with a thud, and you gasp, turning to see Theo looming beside you.

"Theo!" you shout, but he gently sweeps you aside, falling to his knees and taking a fistful of Graham's soiled collar.

"Get off of me—ow, prick," Graham whines, clawing at Theo's shoulder and reaching to scratch at his face. Theo slams his back hard against the floorboards with a sharp inhale before landing a punch to his face. Graham lets out a yelp and whimpers when Theo stands above him. Theo presses his boot to the palm of Graham's hand.

"Go near her again, and you'll lose your hand entirely," Theo seethes. Mattheo finally yanks him away with a snicker, guiding him to the stairwell. But not before Theo shouts, "Mangia merde e morte."

"Alright, dickhead, I think you've made your point," Mattheo says, squeezing Theo's shoulders as his eyes zip back and forth wildly, looking any and everywhere he can.

"Where is she?"

"Calm down—"

"Mattheo, you know where she is. Tell me," he huffs. If it weren't for the haunted look in his eye, Mattheo would've kept his mouth shut. But he knows how bad his friend needs this. How bad he needs you.

"She's upstairs. Told her she could borrow our bathroom."

"Sei come un fratello per me, thank you," Theo whispers.

"Yeah, yeah," Mattheo says, "you owe me one." Theo leaves him a kiss on the cheek before taking the steps two at a time.

The light from the boys' bathroom seeps through the crack in the door. It's the only light in the whole dorm, and he can see your shadow as it crosses back and forth. He feels like he's out on the field before a championship game or about to take an exam he didn't study for. His hands feel weak when he reaches for the doorknob.

He presses his ear to the door before opening it any further. "May I come in?"

You shuffle around, and he hears you approach the door on tender foot. He can't take the way you open the door and stand back like you're faced with some predator. He hasn't spoken to you in so long, all he wants is to wrap his arms around you and never let go.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Theo?" you say, shutting the door behind him as he goes to sit on the closed toilet seat.

"Don't say that," he says, carding his fingers through his hair. He groans at the pain shooting up his fingers.

You look over him softly. Subtly, so he won't notice, but he's gotten good at noticing you.

"Are you hurt?"

He looks at his knuckles, sprinkled with blood, and feels for the scrape on his cheek.

"No—"

He doesn't have time to explain himself before you're kneeling at his side, dabbing a cold towel against his jaw and tilting his chin up.

"It's worse than you think, Theo," you hum, pressing the damp cloth to the column of his neck as he swallows.

"It's nothing I can't handle."

"You idiot," you say. He hisses when you hold his jaw and turn his head, wiping the shallow gash on his cheek. Most of the blood is not his, which is a good sign. That doesn't stop you from wanting to yell at him, though. He can tell with the way you're frowning as you wet the dried blood on his warm skin.

"I had it under control, you know,” you say.

He can't help but smile at your determination. He always admired that about you. Too stubborn for your own good. And his.

"I know."

Your eyes drift across his brow, narrowly avoiding the eye contact he so craves. He drinks in the curve of your lashes, the sweetness of your cheek, the way your thigh is pushed against his knee.

"He was harmless. And drunk. And you should’ve known better."

"I know," he huffs. You toss the pink-tinged towel into the bowl of the sink.

"We're not kids anymore, I don't need you to protect me." You stay knelt at his feet, focused on your knees digging into the cold tile. It makes you sad to think about you and him like this. You used to be friends. Best friends, in fact, the kind of friends adults would say were 'joined at the hip'. You used to cry over being sorted into different houses, but you got over it. That's life. You figured he moved on and so should you. Maybe neither of you moved on in the end.

"Look at me." His voice startles you out of your thoughts, and you meet his soft green eyes.

"Bellissima..."

"You are such an idiot," you huff. Theo looks down at you like he's been waiting to all his life. Like he's been cursing that very first day since it happened.

"I miss you," he coos, fingers twitching where they're rested on his knees. "I miss having you close to me."

"That's not fair."

"Not fair?"

You look away. "No."

"How?"

Oh, and you hate the way he smiles when he knows he's about to get what he wants. He knows exactly how to get you flustered. That's exactly why he was your first kiss. And your second.

"Come on, bellissima... tell me you miss me," he whispers, leaning his elbows onto his knees to be closer to you. To have his nose brush the tip of your own. He craves the shape of your mouth now more than ever.

Then you look at him. Him and his dastardly grin, how the charm pours out of him in gobs. The hair sweeping across his forehead and how you always catch him looking at you how he is now. Innocent and longing. Like you’re beautiful. Like you’re his again.

“Of course I miss you,” you sob, reaching out to cup his face in your hands, “I miss you, Theo.”

“Oh, bella,” he says, fitting himself into your arms, knees pressed to either side of your own as he slides to the floor. You shudder against his body, and he holds you tighter. “I never want to be without you.”

You pull away just to look at him, his face, the way time has changed him. He has his hands on your waist when you lean in to kiss his cheek. His eyes flutter closed and he waits for another. You swipe your thumb where you’d just pressed your lips, and you kiss the corner of his mouth. He smiles, eyes still gently shut as he manouvres his fingertips to the curve of your bottom lip. And you kiss him.

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[demigod-shenanigans]

Anyway Valgrace chore splitting for when they live together hcs because I just felt like it:

-Leo cooks. Jason cannot cook to save his life and should in fact be banned from the kitchen. Leo has tried to teach him several times and Jason always at least kills a minimum of one household appliance in the progress (including the time they were just trying to make a salad, somehow). He’s also the one putting items away and wiping down the counters when he’s done. The only thing Jason is allowed to do in the kitchen is the dishes, which Leo proceeds to use his powers to dry.

-They handle shopping together. Leo is the one cooking and also the only one who knows what he needs for said cooking but cannot remember what’s actually in the fridge for shit. He’s also got the out of sight out of mind problem where if something he buys vanishes behind another container in the fridge he will promptly forgets they have it at all. After he bought hot sauce four weeks in a row that one time, Jason went through the kitchen meticulously documenting everything they have, and he’s kept a list ever since. Leo just adds whatever else he needs for what he’s planning to cook. 

-Leo is usually the one stocking the fridge after shopping because he insists Jason has a weird system that makes him unable to find anything. However. He cannot reach the top shelves. Jason ends up hovering Leo up and down so he can stock those because he’s trying to avoid another chair stacking counter climbing situation (short people have to help themselves somehow okay)

-Jason does the laundry. Leo regularly forgets laundry is a thing that even exists and honestly everything is going to end up oil-stained again in like a day anyway so eh. Jason irons and folds all of their clothes too but Leo just stuffs his into drawers where they’ll inevitably get incredibly crinkled.

-Tidying up depends on the room. Leo has a system, but that system is organized chaos. When it comes to his work bench/the workshop Jason isn’t allowed to touch anything because if he does Leo will spend hours trying to find things again. It happened once because Jason was trying to help and he felt horrible about it for ages. When it comes to minor stuff it’s absolutely Jason. Leo will drop the remote/his bag/his keys in a random place and Jason appears out of thin air to put them in their spot bc Leo won’t do it and they both know if someone doesn’t they’ll spend ages searching for them in the future. 

Jason can handle a certain degree of chaos (even comes to sort of like it because it’s cozy and lived-in and they have a home now!! Not just a random space they bought but a home filled with proper memories and little trinkets and everything!! It also makes him feel less anxious about the times he forgets/doesn’t have the energy to put his things away). But if it gets too bad his eye starts to twitch because he grew up with cohort sleeping quarter inspections and hated getting points docked on those. He will trick Leo into tidying up together if necessary (usually by suggesting they invite their friends over).

-Jason does most of the cleaning, because he just has way higher standards when it comes to that than Leo does (again, Camp Jupiter inspections). Leo will join because he’s very aware he’s the one causing most of the messes with his work, but he’ll definitely insist on background music and will also inevitably end up trying to convince him to do sword fights with the brooms mid-sweeping. Jason loves him for that.

[kdogreads]

Richie Jerimovich HCs that just have to come out of my brain include:

Mostly SFW but a pinch of steamy stuff bc of who I am as a person so MDNI 🤪🥵

He’s afraid to get married again

He thinks something about that paper and ring will make him slip back into his old ways and he’ll let you down just like he did Tiff. So you agreed early on that you wouldn’t get married.

Socially, you start using his last name after a couple of years. No one really questions you, either. Christmas cards are signed The Jerimovich Family; take out orders are usually placed under his last name; all of your socials have Jerimovich tacked on the end; when you inevitably have a baby or two, they take his last name and you use it too when they start school. Anyone who’s been around a while knows you aren’t married, but anyone new just assumed you are.

“Should you—do I call you my partner? Like, girlfriend sounds like we’re 16 or some shit. Maybe just my—my girl? Nah, that’s bad, too,” He stresses over the title, like it really matters all that much.

“Baby, it doesn’t matter to me,” You wrap your arms lovingly around his neck, “Pretty much everyone thinks I’m your wife anyway, so.”

“My pretty little pretend wife, huh? I like that.”

He wants more babies with you

Richie loves being a dad. He’s loved watching Eva thrive and every stage she grows into and out of, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the squishy baby phase.

He’s a sucker for the cute onesies that say silly things or big teddy bear costumes they can toddle around in. He’s so attentive and preset and it makes you swoon.

“Hey Richie, I, uh, I was thinking about asking you something,” You start hesitantly, not sure where his mind will be on this, “And it’s totally fine if you say no or not yet or—“

“Out with it. You’re scarin’ me, baby,” He gently presses his warm palms to your cheeks, “What’s going’ on?”

“Well, just—what do you think about having a baby?” You speak as clearly as you can.

“A baby?” You can’t read his face and it makes your heart race.

You simply nod, holding in your anxiety. Before you can react, Richie scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder.

“Richie! What are you doing?” You screech, playfully swatting at his toned back.

“I’m putting a baby in you right now, sweetheart,” He smacks your behind sharply.

You do talk it over a little bit before you really start trying, but it is entirely possible that Richie did put a baby in your just then.

He’s so much more romantic than you thought he’d be

He’ll get you flowers on a random Tuesday because “They made me think of you, baby.”

And surprise with a delicious homemade dinner when he is somehow able to get home before you.

Or taking you to a cool new spot on his rare night off, having been invited by a local friend to try their new menu. He’s the classic, sticky sweet date that opens your car door for you and helps you with your coat and pulls out your chair for you to sit. Swoon.

If you have a little one, he’ll happily wear them strapped to his chest while you wonder through Target or a farmer’s market or museum. Dad Richie is the gooiest sweet partner, comfortably calming a crying baby or keeping them entertained so you can eat your meal or talk to friends.

He compliments you on everything

Like when you do the laundry he’ll say, “Damn, baby! How do you always fold my shirts so perfect?”

Or when you clean the house while he’s at work, “You keep a beautiful home, sweetheart. Can’t believe you let a dog like me in here.”

He kinda likes traditional gender roles (like you cleaning and cooking while he’s at work), but only so that he can brag about how good you are to him. Someone will compliment his suit and he’ll say, “My girl keeps me well-dressed.”

Or posting a cozy picture of the two of you to his 36 Instagram followers with the caption, “Before she got here this place was just an apartment but now it’s our home. Love you baby! #bigfanofher”

He loves how comfortable you are with Eva

Dating when you’re a parent can be nerve-wracking, but Richie knew right away you’d be an amazing person to be around his baby. You’ve never treated her like a step-child, but loved her like your own from the moment you met.

He gets so emotional when he sees you interacting with her so sweetly, like when Eva needs help with homework or asks you to help her with her hair. He’s just obsessed with his girls ���

This man gives and gives

He’s such a giver in all aspects of his life: carrying in all the groceries, starting the coffee in the morning, brushing the snow off your car so you don’t have to.

As far as the sex goes, this man loves making you squirm and whine below him, buries his face in you whenever he can, and pulls orgasms out of you like there’s no tomorrow, leaving you a whining, whimpering mess by the time he’s done 🥵

Sweet Richie just loves loving you and giving you everything he can 🫶❤️

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Wanted/Woman (Arthur Morgan)

Summary: two stranger outlaws find themselves captured by bounty hunters (Arthur Morgan x outlaw!Reader)

Word Count: 3.8k

Content: female reader, capture and bindings, violence and death, light gore, mentions of infertility, forced proximity, manipulative reader, enemies? (not quite but they dislike each other) to tension, crude language, male slander

Notes: surpriseeee new hyperfixation (dw will still be writing for leon too!! just added a new fictional man to the roster yum). i imagine mid-honor Arthur for this :) (also idk shit about guns so bear with me thanks). this is kind of an amateurish attempt of mine at criticizing misogyny bc i’m pissed off about today’s political climate. cliché on purpose.

The last thing you remember before going dark is the stinging pain of being pistol-whipped in the face by some bounty hunter’s grimy revolver.

As your consciousness comes to, you see flickering firelight from behind your eyelids. Even before you open them, you mentally curse at yourself for even letting yourself get in this situation in the first place. You had always prided yourself on your talent of finding secluded areas to camp out in. As well hidden as they could be when your picture was plastered on fences and announcement boards across three states with a bold, capitalized WANTED above it, anyway. You suppose you had gotten comfortable – sloppy. You slipped up and somehow those bastards found the shitty abandoned house you were using as a hideout, ambushing you while you were stubbornly focused on patching up a hole in one of your boots.

It takes you a moment to gather your surroundings in the haze of post-unconsciousness. The tent you’re being held in is hot, despite it being dark outside. The air is thick – stuffy and incredibly unpleasant. The smell of animal carcass lingers on the canvas as if it had recently been used to hold some hunt. You hear the muffled sound of men discussing by the campfire roaring outside – something rather serious, you assume by the tone of their voices. It doesn’t sound like too many of them, only two by the clean back-and-forth flow of their conversation. Somehow, the most obvious detail of your capture is the one you register last – the burn of rope at your wrists and feet, and the warmth of another body at your back. You’re bound to someone.

Your heart rate picks up at the sudden realization and you tug, beads of blood drawing at your skin. You’d typically consider yourself a rational person, but with the fog of having just woken up, your brain jumps to the worst conclusions. There’s no way of knowing if the person behind you has been shot dead already, they’re completely still… That is until he speaks.

“Would you stop that? Rubbin’ your wrists raw won’t help either of us.”

Take a breath. You’re better than this. The bounty hunters outside are men, and now you know the person behind you is one as well. Maybe some good old feminine charm could be your ticket out of here. It wouldn’t be the first time your conniving passive woman act got you out of scrapes. They might kill the man first, anyway.

You look around, making sure to make him feel you squirm. Your breath quickens and you summon a more proper accent. You won’t go down. Not like this. “W-What the hell is happening?”

The man’s body shakes lightly behind you – the sonofabitch is chuckling. “Oh, quit playin’ dumb. I saw you when they brought you in. You got posters from here to Colter.”

You make sure to yank at your ropes the way a panicked woman would. He hisses at the pain and you’re glad you don’t have to hide your prideful grin. “No, I don’t know what’s going on! There must be some mistake!”

The hunters haven’t even checked in on the two of you yet, but by the timbre of their conversation outside when you awoke, they’ll get the gist of this one too, and you’ll be damned if this stuck-up man leads to your demise.

“There ain’t no mistake, woman.” Looks like there won’t be any fooling this guy. He must be in the business, you assume. “Tryin’ to play the damsel in distress won’t help you any, so quit your whinin’ and stop pulling at the damn ropes.

“I’m not!” You sniffle. “M’not who they think I am!”

You may as well feel his eyes roll. “Right. What’s your name then?” You give him your usual decoy as he attempts to sit up straighter. “And what’s got an innocent thing like you in this kind of trouble?”

“I don’t know!” you cry. “I was mending some clothes when they burst in my house and knocked me out!” you recite with ease. It wasn’t a total lie, after all.

The man listened to your sob story, wanting to get a read on you, you presume. “Is that right? You were… just sewin’ when they magically came out of the woodworks and took ya?”

The goddamn attitude on this man… “Yes!” You start crying again. “Oh god, this can’t be real!”

You hear your companion let out a heavy sigh. “Alright, cut the dramatics, darlin’,” he grumbles. Twigs snap outside and both your heads whip in the direction of the two hunters’ shadows near the flaps. He lowers his voice. “I know you’re puttin’ on that act and it’s getting’ real old. It’d only work on someone dumb as rocks so-” he’s interrupted as the two bounty hunters waltz in, surely having heard you wailing seconds prior.

You flinch hard and make yourself fall to the side. You’re a pathetic, blubbering mess – the complete opposite of what they’ve surely heard of the outlaw they were chasing. You will make them doubt themselves. Manipulation is your specialty, and men are so simple minded~

“Please! Please-”

The captors look a bit startled by your distress. One of them, the bulky one, kneels down at your side. Men just can’t help themselves, can they? They just have to save the pretty tormented girl. He tries to soothe you by placing a grubby hand on your knee. “Calm down, sweet thing.”

You try to hide your recoil. It’s not like you can scoot backward anyway, since you’re tied to the pessimistic wanted man. “P-Please, will you just tell me what’s going on?” You blink with tear-soaked lashes, being a convincing little housewife.

The hunters share a look, as if silently trying to contemplate the legitimacy of your cries. The bulky one returns his attention to you, seemingly placated. “We ain’t gonna hurtcha unless you give us a reason to, sweetheart. We’re just here to bring you down to the sheriff’s office.”

You hear the other wanted man scoff behind you. Surely, they weren’t actually falling for this?

The taller one hanging back grins cockily. “Gonna get us that nice little bounty on your head,” he adds.

It’s your turn to bite back a scoff. Little? There’s nothing little about a hard-worked two-thousand dollars on your head alone. You’d even been dubbed Bullseye.

For your own sake, your eyes go wide as saucers, as if you’re truly repulsed by the idea of having committed any crimes. “Bounty?! That’s impossible. I’ve never sinned in my life. Please, there must be a mistake-”

The tall one chuckles and you feel flames of anger licking at your insides. “Oh, there ain’t no mistake. You must’ve done some reeeeal bad things. Bounties like that ain’t given out for no reason.”

The bulky man nods to corroborate his friend’s words, but judging by its slowness, he seems a bit more apprehensive. “…You seem too soft to have a bounty of a couple grand on your head.”

Your new wanted companion whistles from behind you, impressed.

“Goddammit, Wilson!” curses the tall one.

There’s the crack you need. You keep pushing, sensing the foundation crumbling between the two. You shake your head feverishly. “I don’t know who you think I am! I’ve told you my name. I’m a housewife. M-My husband’s name is Elijah. Really, I barely ever go out. I don’t know what’s going on here.”

The two idiots glance at each other again, brows raised. Wilson tilts his head. “Roberts, maybe we fucked up. I mean, look at’er! The law has been after the girl for years. The… The posters are old. They’ve been up so long that they’re kinda faded… Maybe her and Bullseye really do just look alike.”

The tall one – Roberts – doesn’t answer right away. You’d venture to guess he’s more trigger-happy than his partner. “I didn’t see no husband inside the house.”

“He’s off on business in the next county at the moment.”

Again, they seem to communicate without speaking aloud. Wilson stands with a groan and nods in my direction with urgent eyes, evidently commanding Roberts. The latter steps forward with a sigh, his arms crossed. “Fine. I’ll bite. If that’s the truth, miss, how long you been married?”

You smile weakly, pretending to recall a memory. “Since my Elijah and I were nineteen.”

“All this time and no children?”

You drop your shoulders and strategically let your smile fade. You’ve been waiting a while to use this one. “No, sir, I been having… issues,” you admit shamefully. And you’re so proud of yourself that you hope even the non-believer tied to you is starting to wonder if he accused you of being a liar a little too quickly.

Both the hunters are taken aback at that. A woman shouldn’t be talking about private matters to strangers. The dumb bulky one breaks the silence first. “I-I’m sorry about that, ma’am…” he mumbles awkwardly.

You nod solemnly and wipe a skillful tear from your cheek with your shoulder. “I begged him not to go- begged him! A-And now I’m tied up-” You gasp and try to put some distance between yourself and the man you’re tied to, but it only yanks at both your binds. “Does that mean I’m tied to a killer?! Oh God!” you cry and squirm violently.

Wilson raises his hands the same way one would calm a horse. “Ma’am, calm down-” In an attempt to calm you down, he grabs a knife from his belt and cuts your wrists’ bindings while Roberts rushes to make sure the other outlaw doesn’t try to pull some stunt. Unlike yourself, he leaves him fully bound and secures him to one of the tent’s support posts.

Now that you aren’t back-to-back with him, you catch a glimpse of his face for the first time. Oh shit. You recognize him immediately – it’s impossible not to, not in your line of work. That’s Arthur Morgan, one of Van Der Linde’s men. One of his most feared men, actually. No doubt he has a pretty bounty on his head as well.

You don’t have time to dwell in your thoughts because that half-witted hunter speaks again. “I won’t untie your ankles, though. Can’t have you runnin’ off on us until we’re sure you ain’t it,” he says with a chuckle.

You want to punch that condescending little smirk right off his face… But you can do even better.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of running.”

“Well, that’s good ‘cau-”

He trips over his words when you snag the knife from his naively relaxed grip and jam it into his neck with all your might. As he topples over, you swiftly grab the revolver from his holster and shoot Roberts a couple of times in the chest before he can even react.

“Goddamn fools,” you mutter as you undo the rope around your ankles, seemingly unfazed by a tied-up Arthur Morgan some feet away from you.

Even writhing on the ground, Wilson disturbs your newfound peace, gargling on his own blood. You roll your eyes and put a bullet between his own. Standing, you stretch your limbs, rubbing where the rough rope had dug into your skin. You retract the bloody knife from the bounty hunter’s neck, giving it a twirl. It was a pretty knife, engraved with some intricate swirls. You earned it.

You finally look up at Arthur. “You were right, I s’pose.”

“Seems that way,” he replies, carefully watching every movement of yours. You’d seen that look in men before. He was trying to gauge if he was going to be the next recipient of your wrath.

You grin and lean back against some crates, enjoying seeing such an infamous man be so unsure. “Now, what to do with you?” you ask rhetorically.

You watch as his eyes go from the dead man at his feet to your calm figure. Evidently, you had managed to impress him. Pride swells in your chest. He nods toward his bound ankles. “Well, are you going to get these off? That would be greatly appreciated,” he inquires dryly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

You hum, giving the knife a couple more twirls. “I bet, Van Der Linde.”

The outlaw raises a brow, otherwise utterly composed. “So you know who I am… Or at least who I run with.”

“Mhm.” You trace the edge of the bloody blade with your index. “You’re no small feat, Arthur Morgan.” You push off the crates and nod at the corpses on the dirt. “They would’ve lucked out.”

“I’d say the same for you,” he replies, his gaze unrelenting.

The two morons had spoken your alias, but it’s the fact that Morgan recognized it that sticks with you. A sick sense of satisfaction bubbles within you at the knowledge that your name has been spread to one of the country’s most notorious gangs.

“Well ain’t you sweet,” you quip sarcastically.

Arthur looks down at Roberts, mere inches away from him. “Your aim on him could’ve been a bit better, though. Too far right.”

You? Aiming anything other than perfect? You scoff, your eyes narrowing as you search through a sack on the crates for your confiscated guns. “I don’t have to let you free.”

“And I don’t have to be pleasant,” he retorts gruffly, and for a second, you’re reminded of who you’re talking to. The adrenaline from your victorious escape begins to simmer down and you realize that perhaps you shouldn’t be speaking to an accomplished killer this way.

…But you’re one yourself.

You look over your shoulder with a smile. “You’re tied up, hun.”

The man scowls. “Oh really? I hadn’t noticed.”

Amusing, this one. But perhaps you aren’t exactly in the position to have Dutch Van Der Linde and his boys on your tail for taking out their best man. You sling the bag full of your belongings over your shoulder and crouch before him, pushing Roberts out of the way with one foot. “I can’t see why we can’t be amicable, can you?”

One of his brows quirks up. “Depends on your definition of amicable, miss,” he dryly speaks your family name.

“Charming manners.” You tilt your head. “I reckon we ain’t that different, you and I. Two of the most notorious criminals. Everyone knows our names. We were, well-” you gesture to his bound current state. “-both tied up. On the same team, if you will. We live the same lifestyle. I don’t see the point in goin’ off and tattlin’ on each other.”

Arthur lets out a quiet huff. “So you’re suggestin’… What, an alliance?”

“I’m suggestin’ silence. You go off without worryin’ about me sending the law after you, and I do the same.”

“And how do I know I can trust you?” He’s skeptical, and you can’t quite blame him after he’s just witnessed how you swindled those men.

“It’s a two-way street, Mr. Morgan. I’m the same as you, it’d be hypocritical to turn you in. Plus, I don’t quite care to alert the law of my presence by going in to report you.”

You can practically see the gears turning in his head. “Fine. But I’m not forgettin’ this.”

But his mention of an alliance lingers in your head. You hold up a finger. “On second thought, I’ve got a better idea. More fool-proof terms, if you’re hesitant to trust me.”

He rolls his eyes, obviously not enjoying being at your mercy. “And what would those be?”

The corner of your mouth quirks up. “It’d be idiotic for members of the same gang to snitch on each other, wouldn’t it?”

A look of realization washes over his face. “It would,” his voice drops lower, not liking where this is headed.

“Then, I’ll be joining the Van Der Lindes. I’m tired of sleepin’’ with a pistol in my hand.”

His expression shifts, seemingly amused by your conviction. “Oh, are you?” he retorts with a chuckle. “What makes you think they’d even let you in?”

You grin. “You knew exactly who I was when you heard those twits call me Bullseye, that’s what.” You stand up straight. “And you’re going to give me a shining recommendation.”

“Am I, now?”

“Mhm… Or I could throw you on my horse out there and we could have ourselves a nice little ride to some sheriff’s office. I figure Saint-Denis would have the most intense security. You don’t think they’d recognize me if I just rode by and dropped you on the doorstep, do you?” You jeer as you rummage through the tent, looking for anything of value to take.

Despite your threats, a small smirk creeps onto Arthur’s face. He takes a moment to study you, weighing his options.

“Confident, ain’t ya?”

“With reason.”

A beat. You just stare at each other.

“Can you untie me already? We’ve got a lot of ground to cover to get back to camp.”

[mors-neptune]

707 / Luciel / Saeyoung Choi Headcanons I Have

‼️⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️‼️

• Has ADHD but if anyone brings it up he brushes it off because he thinks it makes him lesser. He’s not ableist he just needs to be educated :(

• I know in the official art he’s pretty pale but I hc him as having tanner skin and some freckles

• Has an undiagnosed personality disorder probably

• Too paranoid to go to church in person so he made a personal shrine in his home that he makes sure to spend time at

• Hates seeing his father on TV because it reminds him how similar they look. He’ll go into a weeks long depression every time where he’ll avoid mirrors because all he sees is his mother and father

• Loves cross dressing but is too scared to think deeply and self reflect about the gender euphoria it gives him because Korea isn’t very accepting

• Hated college because he felt like it was too structured and he doesn’t like being told what to do

• His favorite color is red (obviously)

• Doesn’t want or have any tattoos

• Most of the decor in his house was handmade impulsively and placed somewhere random

• Ultimately wants to move out of the bunker and into a more realistic house with no sci-fi-like doorbells or weapons but his paranoia stops him

• Sometimes stays up till the morning watching security cams in and around the bunker out of fear someone will try and hurt Saeran or MC

• Loves the dopamine hit that buying new cars gives him. It’s almost addicting impulse buying expensive things

• Desperately needs someone to match his neurodivergentness and thankfully his twin brother does perfectly

• His glasses are constantly dirty he never cleans those mfs

• Likes to paint his nails black but it’s always cracked and messed up

• Him and Saeran made up a secret language that they refuse to teach anyone else, even MC

• Welded flowers and spray painted them for him and MC’s anniversary (Saeran told him which flowers to make bc he knows their meanings)

• MC’s engagement ring is a Ruby (to represent Saeyoung) and whatever stone is MC’s favorite swirling together to look like a binary star system

• We know in his route that he has muscles because of his work, but after he runs from the agency, MC noticed some of his bulkiness going away

• But he still keeps a lot of his muscle, he just has some more squishiness around his torso

• Regrets his bunker not having windows because he knows Saeran loves looking at the sky

• Builds a garden in his backyard for Saeran :)

• Too paranoid to get a therapist so one of his more toxic traits is using MC as a therapist

• Goes through periods of not sharing anything emotionally with MC & sharing way too much and borderline dumping all his shit on them

• Has bad abandonment issues

• Loves experimenting with makeup and showing Saeran and MC

• Has both an inferiority and superiority complex

• Owns an obsessive amount of stuffed animals and yes, they all have names

• Idk if this is canon or not but he has curly hair

• I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned this already but I hc him as bisexual (he literally mentioned at some point that V’s voice was his type)

• And since it’s basically canon he at least finds V attractive and V is more of a parental/guardian figure to him, I can conclude Saeyoung 100% has daddy issues (duh)

• Has had feelings for Vanderwood at some point

• Horrible at personal hygiene

• Doesn’t drink or do drugs (canon)

• He’s a compulsive liar :/

• Wants a cat but is so bad at taking care of himself he doesn’t trust himself taking care of an animal

• Has staff constellation, and planet stickers & posters all over his room (he’s a nerd)

• Learns sign language so when he’s mad at MC or Saeran he only communicates through sign to piss them off

• Wayyyyyyy too comfy invading people’s personal and cyber privacy because of his line of work

• Lactose intolerant because I think it’s funny

• Light sleeper because of the house he grew up in and his work at the agency

• Kind of apathetic to traumatic things other people go through if it wasn’t as “bad” as his. Not in a “I think I’m better than you” kind of way, but in a way where some issues just don’t compare to an abusive, alcoholic mother, a politician father who wants to kill him, being a secret agent made to do who knows what, and more.

• Catches up on childhood by indulging in childish hobbies and interests. He’s making up for the lost time :(

• His tummy always hurts from his horrible diet

• His cologne smells like apple spice (it’s actually a perfume for women but who cares)

• But tbh on the daily he smells like a mix of his basic masculine body wash, honey buddah chips, and grease (sorry)

• Very protective. Takes on a caretaker role for those closest to him

• Sometimes very controlling. Gets anxious when he can’t control everything around him.

• Acts very parental towards Saeran. He always did because he had to in their childhood, but Saeyoing still does it. It makes him feel good being able to properly provide for Saeran.

• He mentioned in his route that he never really wanted or thought about having a family other than Saeran, and I feel like he would still think the same after meeting MC. Just now he thinks of his family as just him, Saeran, and MC. I don’t think he’d want kids

• Literally never cleans his sheets…

• Can only convince himself to clean anything in his house because he doesn’t want Saeran to have to live in filth again

My first post. I just wanted to share these :)

[certifiedposeidonhater]

PERCY JACKSON HEADCANONS PART 8! 💙

1. Doesn’t like the song Don’t Stop Believing by Journey

2. Doesn’t like things that are one thing but look like another thing (i.e. lipstick bottles that are actually pens, candy necklaces, books that are actually boxes, etc.)

3. He knows he has friends but doesn’t feel like he does because he keeps most of his friends (not Annabeth or Grover) at arms length and doesn’t let himself get close to them, which causes him to feel increasingly lonely and like no one is really his friend (i’m definitely not projecting here)

4. BIG movie geek (loved Tom Hanks movies (especially Forrest Gump))

5. Aways wears long sleeves because he hates having to see the brand from New Rome burned into his arm

6. Once accidentally shoplifted from Target and got away with it. He put something in his pocket and forgot

7. He used to go to a nearby church every Sunday because it was a way to avoid G*be and get free food

8. The other campers used to bully him a little when he first came to camp (other than the Aphrodite cabin)

9. He is either constantly eating or doesn’t eat for days on end. There is no in between.

10. He was once in the infirmary and he accidentally spilled some water and he immediately knelt down and started cleaning it up with the sleeve of his shirt and started apologized A LOT and then he said “wow you’re really calm”. and Will was like “it’s fine? it’s js water?” and Percy was like “but i get if you’re mad tho.” and Will was just like “it’s. water.”

11. He HAS to have some sort of background noise to sleep

12. He has a great memory but can’t remember most of his childhood pre-the lightning thief

13. He once asked someone if they wanted to sleep with him in French and now is banned from the Aphrodite cabin parties (he was quoting Lady Marmalade)

14. Even though he is extremely independent, it feels like he is constantly waiting for someone to come save him even though he knows that no one knows he is struggling and that it’s on him for no one knowing because he works very hard to try and pretend like he’s fine

15. He thinks he talks way too much and he’ll notice sometimes that he’s talking a lot and he js shuts down bc he doesn’t want to be “annoying”

16. Nico scares Percy super easily because Nico walks silently and stuff and he just appears next to people and it always scared the living shit out of Percy. Nico always perceived it as Percy not liking him, but Percy is just traumatized and Nico sneaking up on him made him think he was about to get hit.

17. Percy isolated himself when he’s upset

18. He used to dream and pray to get in an accident or get super sick so that people would notice him and care about him

19. He has a CRAZY intuition (like peter-tingle level crazy)

20. a little part of him HATES camp half blood. he hates the memories, and the people, and the environment, all of it. it’s not good for him. every summer he comes back he loses a little bit of his sanity and a little bit of the light in his eyes disappears.

21. He is fully convinced he is one of the worst people on the planet

22. When he upsets someone he feels like he doesn’t deserve to eat

23. He CANNOT handle getting shots at the doctors (he can go toe to toe with gods but HATES needles)

24. His baby seal eyes are the equivalent of the doe eye trick (he’s a master manipulator fr /jok)

25. He loves candles

26. He’s constantly is pushing himself until he physically cannot do any more (he’s burning himself out.) He can’t stop testing his limits. (It’s unhealthy.) He literally overworks himself until he passes out from exhaustion

27. He has time anxiety. He hates being late to things because it makes him think that people are going to think less of him.

Percabeth Edition (part 8.5):

1. Whenever Annabeth is the SLIGHTEST but different around Percy he is automatically like “are you mad at me?” “are you sure i didn’t do something?” “i’m sorry.” “are you sure you’re not mad?” and “it feels like you’re mad at me.”

2. He has told Annabeth “what if i’m actually a really terrible person and i’ve just manipulated everyone into liking me?”

3. They both constantly need reassurance from the other

4. Their trauma bounces off of each others sometimes and it’s a mess

5. They have weekly date nights (every Wednesday, they either do something where they stay in or they go out.)

6. Percy has the best date ideas, but Annabeth plans the best dates

7. They’ll get into “arguments” over tv show characters (based on whichever tv show they’re hyperfocusing on at the time)

8. Their relationship has never and will never be the same after Tartarus. They both lost so much trust in each other and going through a trauma like that (while not completely destroying their relationship (some may say that it did)) definitely put a dent in it

9. Percy gets in really REALLY bad depressive episodes and the first time it happened around Annabeth, she was so worried she couldn’t sleep or eat anything (which made Percy feel extremely guilty and did not help his condition)

10. Percy disassociates sometimes, especially in triggering situations, and Annabeth and Percy were at a restaurant once when a guy accidentally bumped into a waiter and she dropped all the dishes she was carrying and they broke. The sound of the glass breaking immediately made Percy disassociate and shut down. Annabeth got super freaked out.

11. Annabeth is a night owl, Percy is constantly exhausted, so Annabeth is always up way later than Percy and she loves looking at him sleep (not in a creepy way lol) because he looks so peaceful and young and it’s very different from how stressed and anxious he usually looks

12. Percy once accidentally knocked over and broke one of Annabeth’s bowls and he immediately apologized and started cleaning it up (scraping his hands in the process.) Annabeth had to reassure him for hours later that she wasn’t mad at him and that she understood it was just an accident.

13. Annabeth is gonna be the main “breadwinner” in the family once they grow up and have kids and stuff, but Percy is still gonna work bc he can’t stand the idea of being “financially dependent” on someone (even though in a marriage and healthy relationship, if they are the breadwinner, their money is also kinda you’re money yk (i explained that badly but ykwim))

14. Annabeth doesn’t care how many kids they have but Percy wants at least 2 bc if they only have 1 then the kid will be lonely

15. When Annabeth is mad at him she tries to be rational and deal with it in a healthy way but sometimes she’ll lose her temper (she’s not exactly the MOST patient person) but when Percy is upset with her he shuts down and refuses to talk about it

16. Annabeth works on being patient with Percy and trying to get him to talk to her about his feelings but sometimes she gets fed up and annoyed with him and it makes him close himself off even more

17. Annabeth has nightmares about Percy in Tartarus sometimes. Percy knows and feels terrible about it.

18. Hazel and Frank starting secretly taking pictures of Annabeth and Percy doing normal couple things (cuddling, holding hands, literally js looking at each other lovingly, etc.) and posted the pictures to Pinterest (Frank had to teach Hazel how pinterest worked) and now Percabeth is pinterest famous without even knowing

19. Annabeth can cook but not extremely well. like she has basic levels of cooking but she’s WAY better at baking. Percy is the chef. But they also set up a system every week once they move in together (Annabeth’s idea) where Monday, Thursday, and Saturday Percy cooks; Tuesday and Sunday Annabeth cooks or does something. And then Friday they order take out or go somewhere. At first it stressed Percy out cs he wasn’t used to having the money to go out for dinner and he felt like he was wasting money but Annabeth helped him get used to the idea. They also bake together a lot.

20. Percy’s love language is physical touch but it’s also words of affirmation. He is also one of those people who gives amazing compliments but at the most random times (i.e. Annabeth could be working on homework wearing pjs and Percy will randomly tell her that she has gorgeous eyes or that she’s the best person he’s ever met and Annabeth loves it.) Annabeth’s love language is acts of service and gifts. She’s ALWAYS getting Percy some type of gift and wants to do stuff for Percy. It took Percy some getting used to the gifts cs he felt like he was supposed to repay her in some way but then he realized that she didn’t want him to repay her.

21. They both get each other new flowers every single week because Percy LOVES flowers and he loves looking at them and smelling them. He loves everything about them. Percy used to get Annabeth flowers every single week but Annabeth realized how much he loves flowers so she started getting him some too. Their house has 2 new bouquets every week and it’s awesome.

22. Annabeth asked Percy to move in after college and Percy was js like “i thought we were already doing that?”

23. Annabeth DESPERATELY wanted a dog so Percy got her one on their first wedding anniversary (an Australian shepherd puppy (they later get a golden retriever puppy for their oldest))

24. They ended up having 3 children. the oldest is exactly like Percy, the middle is like a perfect mix, and the youngest is exactly like Annabeth.

25. Annabeth was really worried and scared about being a parent (Percy was too but he tried not to bring it up too much cs he knew that Annabeth needed support)

26. They DO NOT go the harry potter approach and name all their kids after their dead friends. They were just NORMAL and chose names they thought were pretty or cute. (they landed on something like Haley, Katarina, and Charlie (cs Percy IS a bit too much like harry potter to resist.))

27. The wedding was super beautiful and happened on a lakefront (not at camp.) Percy and Annabeth did all of the planning together (they had some input from Hazel, Piper, and Frank.)

28. Percy decided he wanted to be a firefighter but then he got extremely injured so he had to stay home for a few months and he was a stay at home dad (he was MISERABLE.) Afterwards, he was having trouble deciding if he wanted to go back to being a firefighter or if he wanted to be a teacher. Annabeth said that she would feel better if he was a teacher because it would be a less life-risking job. Then Percy became a teacher, but stopped a few years later and went back to firefighting. Once he retired from that (when he was like 58) he went back to teaching AGAIN. 😁👍 He’s like barbie.

29. They are one of those couples who are constantly touching but not in a big pda way. They both weren’t exactly raised to show a ton of affection in public, so they don’t kiss or cuddle that much in public. However, they are constantly touching somehow (i.e. holding hands, legs close together, etc.)

[princessbrunette]

i’ve finally built up the courage to voice my thoughts, so i’m on a bit of a roll today, let me know if i’m annoying you!

we talk about all the ways jj babies you, but can we talk about all the ways you baby him? like jj x obsessive caring bimbo reader where she’s always having to reach up and clean his mouth whenever he’s eating because he’s too engrossed in whatever conversation he’s having, or whatever food he’s eating that he doesn’t even notice the food on his mouth. The little things like fixing his collar and making sure to bring a spare jacket for him bc even though he swears he won’t need it you know he will. Absentmindedly brushing his hair out of his eyes whenever he’s talking to someone, and placing your hand on his knee when he’s bouncing it anxiously. Dragging him away to apply sunscreen all over his body cs there’s no way you’re letting your man get skin cancer, no way! randomly showing up with shirts and sweaters that you hold up to him and gush “oh, jayj! this would look so handsome on you.” clapping your hands excitedly and giggling when he tries it on, ignoring john b and pope snickering in the background. Whenever you see him in the evenings the first thing that comes out of your mouth is “jj what did you eat today?” and when he uncertainly mumbles nothing, you burst into tears and he has to comfort and reassure you that he’s not going to die of starvation. Putting him through your skincare routine against his will, and sometimes you wash his hair for him (but he really likes that part) it’s gotten to the point that the gang starts saying shit like “eat your veggies jj!” “drink your juice jj.” “no bad words jj.” and he can’t even be mad, cs it really does sound like you. And they’re always always saying “don’t make me call her on you, jayj.” and he just rolls his eyes cs little do they all know, he’s the dominant one where it really counts. You can always tell whenever he is out with the gang getting into some shit he shouldn’t have been and causing trouble, “jj what have you done?” you ask and he tells you nothing but you know your man better than that, so you tell him to pass the phone to kiara because you know she wouldn’t lie to you, and when she snitches on him he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck “i better get going before she comes all the way out here.” like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Telling him to be careful and fussing over him even when he’s doing something completely harmless like changing the tire “jj don’t burn yourself!” you shriek covering your eyes when he does something that doesn’t look too safe to you ( i don’t know anything about cars and neither does she) “baby, it’s not even hot.” he shakes his head fondly, never getting annoyed with your behavior even when other guys would, it’s nice to know someone cares for him so much. it’s something he’s never had.

ur not annoying at all!!!

obsessive bimbo gf has my heart !! honestly because jj is such a… guy he’s always messy n getting himself into problems n danger etc i feel like he would benefit from a feminine voice being around to make sure he’s good !! esp bursting into tears upon hearing he hasn’t eaten today bc omg ?? let me cook for u rn ????

and sometimes jj just wants u to relax and let him look after you, but you’re so set on your doting housewife-like tendencies u just can’t help yourself from fussing over him all the time :((. maybe if he wasn’t so pretty and reckless you’d be able to relax but !!!!

[smalltownotomeenjoyer]

Collar x Malice sick headcanons bc I’m bored (I have not played Unlimited yet, so any inaccuracies are my bad lmao.)

(POSSIBLE SPOILERS INCLUDED!!)

•Enomoto:

-Dying(tm)

-It is fatal, and the light at the end of the tunnel is ever present. (No, shut up Seaweed Head, I’m being serious over here.)

-Is lowkey exaggerating his symptoms for special treatment because he’s secretly a pillow princess, but he does legitimately feel like shit.

-As soon as the realization he can’t cuddle settles in, he starts trying to convince himself and everybody else that he’s completely fine. (He is not- do not listen to him.)

•Sasazuka:

-Gets noticeably quieter when sick- as in, he doesn’t shoot teasing quips at anyone as often.

-Refuses to put his laptop away even though he is actively struggling to keep his eyes open. You have to drag him kicking and screaming from his desk to bed, or else he will collapse.

-His appetite goes away, and getting him to actually eat is almost always a losing battle. Somehow, he is still able to stomach half a donut on a bad day.

-Despite getting a fever, he is always wrapped up in a blanket, and if you try to take it from him, he might bite you. (Enomoto learned this the hard way.)

•Okazaki:

-This guy is so good at masking his symptoms, that he’ll either get sick and it’ll pass without much fanfare, and you’ll only hear about it by accident later, OR you won’t know until he has collapsed.

-The only thing that keeps him in bed is if you bribe him, and even then, he will try to bargain with you. (“Listen, I will watch your favorite movie with you if you PLEASE stay in bed.” “Okay, but once the movie is over I-“ “NO.”)

-Will not say no to a big ol’ bowl of soup for meals.

-He gets a lot of really weird, and often distressing fever dreams, so he doesn’t like being by himself when sleeping.

•Shiraishi:

-He has never been sick in his entire life, and as soon as he starts feeling Any symptom he has no idea what the fuck to do.

-Is literally bedridden from how shit he feels (he can’t tell if it’s because he doesn’t know what feeling sick is like and is just suffering from that, or if he genuinely is experiencing abnormally shitty symptoms). [Note: it is both.]

-His senses aren’t as good, so he tends to get freaked out more easily by someone approaching him, and his reflexes are just as bad.

-Gets “weirdly emotional” when sick, as he calls it. But really it’s just the anxiety of him not having as much control over his body, and his brain being at 60-ish percent capacity.

•Yanagi:

-He’s fine.

-He can still do laundry, cleaning and cooking, don’t worry it’s just a headache and congestion.

-But if he is contagious, stay away from him just in case, he would feel horrible if you got sick because of him.

-Okay, fine, he’ll go lay down for an hour and sleep it off. (Is completely knocked out for ten hours straight.)

[nnnyxie]

coming in to request smth now that your inbox is fixed and open!! i love ur style of writing and ur smaus so i’ve kinda just been waiting for the right time lol. anyway, could i please request some kita and younger sister reader? like how they would work together and how she would help out the team? i love reading hcs/stories abt how a younger sibling would be worked into the plot and whatnot also because i’m a younger sibling 💀 tysm for whatever you do decide to write!! have a good day and make sure to stay healthy :)

wait because i love this idea <3

(there’s swearing bc…. well….. it’s me.)

(aran is mentioned once)

kita would be such a good big brother but also a menace… i just feel it in my bones.

he’s the type of brother to walk into your room, touch random things, and then walk back out without closing the door. (annoying)

he’s very supportive of what you do. he’s always there for you, wether it’s to help you clean up your messes or to help make those messes. (i feel like he’d help you with the most heinous shit just so you don’t get caught) he will back you up during any arguments or fights— even if you were in the wrong. he’s thrown down for you (but don’t tell anyone that, he can’t ruin his perfect reputation)

kita’s the kind of brother to catch you doing some whack ass shit but say “you’re doing it wrong, let me help” (you can’t tell me that he doesn’t know how to do some shady shit…. i know he does…)

while he’s a very logical person, that all flies out the window when it comes to you. i feel like he’s the kind of brother who reacts wildly when someone does something to you that he doesn’t like.

ex; one time you purposefully talked (loud asf) during atsumu’s practice serve cause like— why not?? he’s a loser anyways (affectionate) and when atsumu went to yell at you, kita grabbed his ear and yanked him to the floor.

he’s a very protective brother. will scare anyone that tries to ask you out away. one time ginjima and suna tried asking you to go out (as friends) and kita had the coach make them run 10 extra laps around the school.

he doesn’t like the idea of you going out on dates with anyone because that means you’re growing up and he wants you to be his little baby (i call my little sisters my little babies) forever. he wants to shrink you down and carry you in his pocket.

plus if you were to be in a relationship, he’d only want it to be with someone he knows has a good reputation and is a genuine person (someone like aran, i’d love to have that man in my hands)

he basically raised you, it started when he got into his double digits. despite being a year apart, he raised you like a real man would. yes, your grandmother was there but there was only so much she could do, yk??

he also had you join the volleyball team as manager just to keep an eye on you and to take you to and from school. again, he’s very protective.

i feel like the two of you just have a strong bond because of bad experiences you’ve faced together. you two just have that sibling connection.

all in all, he’s a great brother. the kind that’s a bit annoyingly perfect but also absolutely idiotic (if that makes sense).

kita !!!

[sam-loves-seb]

we obviously do wanna know about the hamsters, please do tell

okay this is the hastily written out list i typed up yesterday after i made this post. it’s just the ones i can think of off the top of my head at the moment, i don’t expect any of them to make total sense to anyone but me rn, but they are all running so fast on their little wheels.

fics i would love to write if/when i have more time

- ian and mickey meet more of their westside neighbors at this pool party that the building is throwing for all of their residents. ian is immediately accosted by the husbands into doing Guy Shit and mickey cannot be bothered so he goes to find an empty chair by the pool and ends up in the corner with all the wives. all the women are talking about the tall hot redhead that just moved in on the second floor. chaos ensues

- more westside gallavich: ian and mickey go to a dinner party that one of their neighbors invited them to. everyone is wearing ties and sweaters and there isn’t even actual dinner, just a bunch of fancy hours d’oeuvres, and mickey is trying to make nice for ian’s sake but he lasts about 45 minutes before he’s uncomfortable enough to break and ian relents and tells him they can leave. someone overhears them, one of the husbands that kind of knows them, and is jealous they get to leave early. gallavich convinces that husband and wife to ditch this snooze fest and come back to their apartment to party southside style. this breaks out into a game of telephone and eventually the entire dinner party end up in ian and mickey’s apartment and they all have a much better time being less stuffy and boring and the rich neighbors even bring the good drugs

- mickey’s mom shows up at their westside apartment one day, years after mickey was told she was dead. turns out she was practically dead from an overdose but managed to survive, get out, and go west for a few years before eventually she got clean. it’s taken her a long time to come back, but she’s trying to find all her kids. mickey is less than welcoming. there’s so much she doesn’t know, including but not limited to how his “kind and handsome roommate” is actually his husband.

- private high school au where mickey and mandy are transfer students and they really don’t want to be there. ian takes a liking to both of them and befriends them, and the three of them plus lip go through an entire school year together. ian plays basketball. there’s a prom on here somewhere.

- dancing with the stars au where mickey is a famous rock star with an attitude problem and his labor is super fucking close to dropping him bc his image is dismal at the moment, so his manager/agent (mandy) signs him up for a family friendly ballroom dance competition to help his image. mickey has to make it to at least week 4 before he can lose on purpose, otherwise his label will cut all ties. his partner is a seasoned pro and takes none of his shit and—oh yeah did we mention the hot redhead pro in the next room over? the one mickey keeps running into during breaks and on show days? yeah mickey kinda can’t stop thinking about him.

- rockstar mickey au where the milkovich siblings make up a rock band that’s rising to prominent fame and they love what they do and they have each other’s backs even with their terrible manager/father always looming over everything they do. ian is part groupie part friend from home that sometimes travels with the band and is also, in the eye of the public, dating mandy but the band knows he’s just a cover for her to do whatever she wants and not get hounded by the media. the band is about to set out on their second tour, oh and gallavich has been hooking up ever since the end of their first tour but no one knows and thus chaos ensues with the band finding out, terry finding out, and the media finding out. eventually.

- canon divergent post s3 ian goes to the army and actually manages to stay there for four years, maybe eight, and he comes home to chicago and some things are different, but some are still the same because he sees some of the Milkoviches in the Alibi one night—including terry, who’s now smaller than ian (picture s11 ian he’s fucking huge) and has a limp from an old gun shot wound that never healed, and they lock eyes but stay out of each other’s way mostly bc ian wants nothing to do with him and terry knows ian could beat his ass now—and ian wonders just how many milkoviches are still in town. if a certain one will show up here one night. it’s been eight years and ian’s been with other guys but mickey’s still the one he can’t shake.

- canon divergent 2x08: carl asks ian to be his football coach bc ian used to play and ian says he can’t because he has to work but what if we change that and ian gets to be carl’s football coach and even goes so far as to convince mickey to come to some of the games. i just think it would be neat !

so yeah. that’s what’s at the forefront of my brain rn i know there are definitely others in my docs that i haven’t thought of in a while but oh well. will i actually write any of these, who’s to say, definitely not me!

[nadvs]

Hii! So I’m re watching OBX and I’m currently in S2. And there’s two parts that really reminded me of Rafe from your newest story. The first part is right before ward dies, he goes to Barry’s to meet with rafe and he gives him money to flee. Rafe seems so disconnected from the world and also a bit disappointed that things are having to escalate to different measures. For example him having “to flee” even though he doesn’t and gets caught. ANYWAYS he tells Ward that he really wanted to change and that he wanted to get clean. Also in this same scene, ward tells him that he picks him over Sarah. So here he looks hopeful, a bit fulfilled, but at the same time looks dejected. Idk why this whole scene reminds me of the way you’re writing your Rafe!

Another scene in the episode after the one ward dies, Rafe tells Rose how sorry he is for having a lying stepmother. She’s wearing a purple dress and he has a knife pointing at her. Idk if you remember the scene. And she tells him that ever since he was small he was always lurking around sucking up to his dad to get his approval. And you can see this really hurts him. He looks so hurt but it’s masked by his anger towards Rose. And he lashes out on her. Which also makes me think that the fact that his dad wasn’t emotionally available, his stepmom (who, by what we know and see, never stepped up and provided him emotion or affection) seemed to only care about ward and the money, PLUS his mom being absent from the picture, and having to be constantly compared to Sarah, really affected him. Rose even says that somethings been up with him and noticed it when he was 10 years old. THAT really speaks volumes about how lonely he really is and how lonely he really was growing up. Which does not excuse his behavior in Canon but it does explain a lot. ANYWAY!

With all this in mind. It really reminded me of how you’re portraying Rafe in your story!!!! It’s so cool how out of all the fanfics I’ve read of him, his characteristics in yours resembles the trauma that real Rafe can be experiencing behind closed doors in Canon!!! If we think about it, the absence of his real mother and the story of why she isn’t around anymore can be a major contributing factor to Rafe’s persona in OBX!

Sorry it’s soooo long just thought I’d leave my two cents and let you know why these particular scenes remind me of YOUR Rafe! 🥹

YOU GET ME 😭 that scene where rafe says he wants to get clean and ward says he knows and rafe says “yeah but i know you don’t believe me” hits me so hard bc it shows that rafe is painfully aware that his father has a low opinion of him. and there are so many instances where he shows a desire to get better and to be better. he’s not happy that he has to go to such drastic measures to win approval, but he does it anyway because he’s so desperate.

i 100% agree, i think he was neglected so so so bad growing up and that’s also why he overcompensates by acting like he’s so much better than those who aren’t as well off as he is. a scene that kills me is when he’s crying and says to himself “you suck” like 😭 that boy hates himself. he pretends like he thinks he’s hot shit but he has no sense of self-worth.

and the way this all manifests? he’s cruel and angry and power-hungry. when i started writing this fic, i was thinking about how trauma can reshape a person and someone that angry and violent must have lived through something horrible. and the fact that he shows remorse and struggles with intrusive thoughts and cries out for help gives me a sense that he wasn’t always like that. so i was like not only is he traumatized, but he didn’t get the care he needed after it happened 😭

what i love love love about rafe’s character is that you see why he’s not a bad guy in his own story. his motives to him are justifiable and clear and fuelled by a painful, lifelong desire to be loved!! GOD IT HURTS.

thank you so much fr i divert from canon/fill in blanks a lot in my writing so the fact that you can see my interpretation being canon means the world!! trust me, you never have to apologize for a long message, I LOVE THEM 🥹💘

[onlyjaeyun]

thinking about the sb!universe so here are some scenes/headcannons i have:

• one day jay’s dad shows up to the office with shiah’s dad and shiah herself. jay’s dad drops that he believes it’s time to start the marriage process. shiah slips jay the ring she’s always wanted and tells her to make the proposal big and grand, and that they’ll act like it was all a surprise for the media. yn overhears and is devastated. my poor girly :( . that meeting is like 3,000 steps backward for jay and yn.

• yn showing up to flowers on her desk from the one guy she starts seeing from another dept. jay has someone send out a notice reminder that sending gifts with intent and dating amongst coworkers, even those in other departments is not recommended. he even asks giselle to investigate it as she works in HR, and she’s like uhmmm, ok?? giselle doesn’t take it seriously and snitches to yn. she’s like “GIRL UR MAN IS JEALOUSSSSS” 🤭🤭 when jay asks for a follow up a few days later giselle is like uhmmm…no response yet from my manager haha, we’re like super busy rn.

• the other boys of the seoul 4 and nayeon finding out yn is casually dating again and throwing random options at her in front of jay who can’t show jealous he is to prove a point.

ok enough of the jealousy, some cute stuff:

• yn and jay taking a weekend vacation when they get together and just being glued to each other all weekend. yn is so cuddly, especially after sex, which is new to jay. usually he keeps his distance in bed after his 3 rounds with miyeon or she leaves right away. he’s ready to go crazy when yn leaves the bathroom and comes back to the bed after being cleaned up and she just closes the distance between them (pee after sex so you don’t get a UTI girlies). his breath hitches in his throat and he knows he can stay like this forever.

• IK IK IK it’s too early in the smau to think about sb!yn and jay getting married and having children but i had to 😭 jay’s like in a serious emergency meeting after something goes wrong and his face is just stoic and he looks like he’s gonna kill someone in a few minutes. but then his 2 little children burst through the door after yn took her eyes off them for literally 30 seconds. they were supposed to wait outside of the meeting room to surprise him but their 4 year old daughter and 2 year old son don’t care. jay’s mood instantly changes when his children are suddenly jumping into his lap and gripping his arm with their little hands. he hasn’t seen them all week because of all the time he’s been spending in the office so he lets them stay. he gives him his pen and notebook to play with as they sit on his lap. yn opens the door a crack and makes silent eye contact with jay to say sorry, but he just silently assures her it’s fine and laughs at how one of the kids started drawing on his suit sleeve. when the meeting finishes he kisses their cheeks and thanks them for being so good during the meeting.

• yn and jay taking their first trip together and deciding to go shopping. jay buys everything for her and she’s like no no i didn’t even want it that much. he’s like baby u tried it on and stared at yourself in the mirror for 15 minutes smiling before u put it back. whenever yn needs something he just puts his black card in front of her and assures her that he has more than enough money for himself and that his princess deserves to be spoiled. and then yn fights him at the boba shop, insisting she’ll pay for this one thing 😭😭

a little nsfw hc for u too heehee

• sb!jay is probably obsessed with creampies, he loves to come in yn and watch it just drip out ooooh. if yn’s on bc, he’d go crazy 😭😭 when yn’s like yk i still have the chance of getting pregnant, jay’s just like well baby we’ll be parents then, i don’t mind. we love a man who accepts that pleasurable actions have their consequences.

this one for shits and giggles:

• jay learning about yn’s family and deciding enough is enough. he hires a hitman to get them 😍😍😍

i literally love all of these so so so much and am just super grateful to know you guys enjoy this as luch as i do. i'll absolutely use a few of ghese ideas as inspo and genuinely can't wait to indulge in most of them. ESPECIALL THE CREAMPIE ONE BC THATS SO HIM 👀👀👀 and pls involving the boys and nayeon when she does start dating again will make things so much better so you bet your ass i'll use that one 🤭🤭 thank you so much baby, your brain is so sexy i hope you have the best day ever and know i love and appreciate you so much 🥺🤍💖🧸

[capcollector]

ok but 45 on that question list for all your ocs. that's one of my favorite ways to characterize I just think it can be really telling, before the war my sole survivor's greatest nemesis was the neighborhood housing association and he developed passionate hatred for specific lightposts or stoplights that didn't function right, bothered him, etc. lol

omg i completely forgot about that😭 thank you for sending something i’ll still answer these!

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC OC QUESTIONS

anyway YES i agree stuff like that is such a fun and telling way of characterizing someone. bc we all have pointless shit we just hate.

45. What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

kinda similar to what you were talking about but i definitely think bunny hated suburban life. sanctuary in my canon is a much more obviously rich person neighborhood but i think that type of suburban etiquette just really got on her nerves. the way her neighbors spoke about others, having to pretend to be interested in a certain way, the fact her true personality would be frowned upon and how she just could not fit in. being forced to play a certain role in this setting. i think speaking more specifically though, something frivolous she hated was dinner parties in sanctuary. just irritated her to no end. these ppl are no fun. completely different atmosphere to the parties she used to go to/throw back when she was unmarried and in CA/NY. worst part was she couldn’t even like drink or smoke to take the edge off since she was pregnant w shaun for most of her time in sanctuary pre-war. so she would just have to sit there and grumble to herself while nate pretends he’s the main character.

alfredo gets so irritated by slow or unaware walkers. he’s spent a lot of time on the strip, in general just in more populated towns around the southwest, and encountering ppl either drunk off their asses and/or just generally walking slowly/randomly stopping really bothers him. in the grand scheme of things, it’s pretty pointless, but it annoys him. fucking move. how are you still alive if you’re this unaware. maybe he’s just a seasoned alcoholic so he knows how to still fend for himself inebriated but all he thinks is they’re just making themselves easy targets.

leon cannot stand the sounds of bugs. buzzing, humming, whatever. really, really irritates him. and he doesn’t consider himself someone who is normally bothered by typical “annoying” sounds (things like gum being chewed or pens being pushed don’t bother him and sometimes he’ll even be the one doing it) but something about insect noises makes his skin crawl. he also hates it when ppl don’t clean up after themselves. like maybe a lil pointless given the state of the world but it’s a courtesy he’s never been able to shake since growing up in a vault. the type of guy who will always help clean a table after a meal and insist on helping w dishes.

[redwayfarers]

@galadae your prompt once more isn't processed bc tonglr. sad nero noises. but also they're never getting this together! have some intellis angst + aeran character study

fandom: wayfarer ship: cassander inteus/aeran kellis (intellis) characters: cassander inteus, aeran kellis rating: gen words: 1137 divider credit

prompt: kiss to shut someone up

At first, Aeran doubted that Zenaida would pay them. Cass did too, if his jabs and comments on Dareia were anything other than sheer boredom. But she came through in the end - a promised three thousand crowns each, and they took every last one of them, never to see a Guild Mage again in their lives. 

At least there weren’t any in the middling Coveran village they came to. Cass had insisted. Aeran doesn’t understand what drew him to Covera, but he doesn’t need to. The ease with which Cassander sits and watches the sea in the evenings makes up for all the confusion. Sometimes Aeran sits with him, brings some fruit, and they share it in comfortable silence, hands joined on the rocks. 

It’s been a few months since. A month more than what the locals usually allow. 

“Aren’t you glad we went to Covera?” Cass asks one evening over dinner, in between bites of cheese. “People here don’t give a shit. Everywhere else we would’ve been strays already. Here we just buy meat and cheese and veggies and go fuck in our little cottage and nobody bats an eye.” He picks up a grape and eats it with gusto. “Why didn’t we come to Covera sooner? We wouldn’t have seen Quirinus. But no, you had to arrange that Zenaida thing. Doesn’t matter, right? We’re elves. We can afford to wait months or years. Maybe even a century.” 

Aeran stares. The cheese stares back, as do the grapes and the cooked fish. Cass has always had a long tongue, true, and it is true Aeran did barter with Zenaida while Cass almost died in the Count’s villa and needed surgical attention only she could provide. 

“Nothing to say, Kellis?” Cass says and pushes a grape into Aeran’s mouth. “Eat up. We can afford to eat like fucking kings for once.” 

Aeran has little choice but to obey. 

That evening, as he’s cleaning up, light from a nearby candle catches onto the scar on his shoulder. It’s deep, fresh and mangled, as if just surgically sealed shut, yet there is no puffiness and redness of a new wound. He seems unperturbed by it, and by all accounts, it should hurt. 

“Are you in pain, Songweaver?” Aeran asks and reaches out to run his fingers over it. Cass smiles and shakes his head. 

“Just looks nasty. Otherwise it’s fine.” 

“It’s been months. It shouldn’t be this mangled, Cassander. If you’ve been hiding it from me all this time–” 

Cassander laughs, throaty, loud. The whole cottage echoes with it. When he looks at Aeran, his smile is gummy. “Trust me, I would’ve let you know already.” 

Lies. His Songweaver whines when it’s a cut, but won’t say a thing when it’s something big. Taking care of wounds hurts extra; painkillers have always had less effect on him. 

Cass then sets the broom down and walks over. His shadow is long and dark. His hair adds and expands the leanness of his body until his reflection takes over the whole wall. He’s never seen Theokleia Inteus, and would shoot her on sight if he ever did, but in his mind’s eye, Aeran finally sees why Cassander is his mother’s son. 

He then feels a hand on his shoulder and a pressure of a warm, freckled body against his own. Cass’ lips are on Aeran’s forehead, full and soft. “‘Sides, some wounds never heal. I think you know that. I know that, too. Too many wounds, it’s a fucking miracle we’re able to exist still. But we don’t have anyone to stitch them, do we? We stitch them ourselves.” He then guides Aeran’s hand to the mangled tissue. “And when we do find someone else to do it, they do it so shittily it’s all mangled and ugly.” 

Aeran looks at his feet. His own shoulders are shaking. His eyes are watering. 

“Stitch your own fucking wounds, Kellis. Stop being a coward and running away from that.” 

“What about you?” Aeran bites out. “Don’t tell me you’re this pinnacle of goodness, you asshole, because you’re not. You’re bleeding out left, right and center, for fuck’s sake.” 

“You don’t know half of it,” Cassander’s voice turns rough and raspy. “I’m not making it everyone else’s problem. If they dislike the sight of blood, they can leave.” 

Aeran’s shaking. He refuses to cry, but he’s shaking like a leaf. “Songweaver–” 

Cassander kisses him, rough and hard. “I think you like the sight of blood, though. You’re drenched in it yourself. Clean your own and then we can talk.” 

Aeran wakes to the shifting of the ship. His elven eyesight pierces the darkness around him so suddenly he gasps, like someone held him underwater and is just now letting him breathe. Only sounds reaching his ears are the waves of the Rhesainian ocean and the heaviness of his own breathing, labored and harsh. 

And, well, the rhythmic breathing of another person, sound asleep on Aeran’s chest. 

At some point during the night, Cassander migrated from sleeping next to Aeran’s side to planting himself face first into Aeran’s chest. All Aeran sees is the mess of dark, red curls and the twin points of his ears that peek through. He pokes them on a whim; Cass doesn’t budge. Why would he? He spent the last few hours before exhaustion finally won over crying in Aeran’s arms. It was unwise to take more painkillers, Malsara said, but almost dying is painful. 

At least he gets some respite of it in his sleep. 

That same Cassander shadowed everything in Aeran’s dream. He wipes the sweat off his brow. He’s hot and stuffy and mildly uncomfortable, but he feels less comfortable letting go of Cass now he isn’t this giant, sharp-tongued beast. Instead, he’s smaller and gentler and real. The pressure of his body isn’t oppressive anymore. 

Aeran throws his head back as much as he can and sighs deeply. His hands press against Cass’ body tighter. Cass grumbles and Aeran starts humming a song he heard Cass sing under his breath once or twice. He doesn’t know the words, he doesn’t speak Vestran, but the beat is easy enough to follow. Cass settles again. 

Just a bad dream, Aeran thinks. He doesn’t dare look at Cassander’s wound, bandaged as it is. He doesn’t want to think about his dream, or what it may mean, or why it pops up, or why his stupid head gives those words to Cassander in particular. He’s not harmless by any means, but Aeran refuses to acknowledge that right now, and instead prefers to watch his sleeping, peaceful form. 

Maybe after Velantis is in the dust, he can think about it. In the meantime, he has this. That’s all he can muster to think right now. 

He doesn’t have any other choice.