#bulletshot

A gift.

if i’m interacting w a canon character / throwing them into a canon characters world i do not change shit about my characters unless it’s Absolutely Required to do so or it’s a completely alternative universe that i’ve plotted out beforehand. it’s much more fun (i think) to just throw my weird eldritch creatures as the weird eldritch creatures they are into canon worlds and figure out together how that shit would work. if that makes sense. idk if that’s unpopular but it’s also just funny to picture canon characters having to figure out how to deal with Deep South Celestial Abnormalities.

      "" ugh , i stepped on gum . . . ""

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It fully catches you off guard, two simple words and your whole brain has stalled on them. You choke on a gasp, the stuttering air coming out as a small groan instead. You turn to look at him, seeing that stupid look fixed on his stupid handsome face pisses you off. Just as quickly as you flush, ears tinged a near crimson, you pull yourself together enough to glare at him.

You approach him from across the room, hands on your hips and lean into his space, close enough to wisp your breath across his lips. Just as he comes in to kiss you, you pull away just as fast and raise one hand to punch him in the arm.

"Don't do that out of nowhere! Say it again!" You pause, and then, pointing a finger up say, "fine, maybe later."

❝  𝗢𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛  𝗔𝗕𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗬  𝗡𝗢𝗧!!!  ❞  ah  ah  ah,  she's  not  getting  away  that  easily!  there's  no  time  to  waste  when  it  comes  to  the  stunners  you're  oh  so  protective  of.  you've  got  a  fistful  of  fabric  in  your  grip  and  a  hefty  body  to  yank  back  with  impressive  ease,  righteous  fury  burning  away  as  you  tip  toe  up  into  blondie's  face,  ❝  you  are  not  about  to  stomp  these,  ❞  on  cue,  your  foot's  stuck  out,  showing  off  the  (  𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺  𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦  )  scuff  marks  he'd  left  behind on teal sneakers,  ❝  without  so  much  as  a  𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆.  the  hell  is  wrong  with  you!?  ❞

RARE  -  THESE  DAYS,  THAT  YOU  CHOOSE  TO  TAKE  the  night  shift.  but  sometimes  the  memories  curdled  beneath  the  skin  like  spoiled  milk,  sometimes  that  same  dream  haunts  you  over  and  over  again,  and  the  empty  house  with  only  your  eldest  son's  shrine  greets  you  when  you  come  home.  it's  better  to  be  away.  you  see  it  their  faces,  and  it's  undoubtedly  better  for  you  in  the  end  too.  but  that  doesn't  mean  you're  not  chased  out  the  front  door  by  phantoms,  back  into  the  city  streets  at  one  am  with  the  comforting  heat  of  your  flames  the  only  balm.  on  nights  like  this  -  the  sky  yawns  wide  and  sheds  tears  for  the  lives  you  wrecked  with  bare,  open  palms.

but  he's  the  one  bleeding.

you  stare  down  at  him  -  blue  eyes  lit  stark  beneath  the  curtain  of  your  flame.  steam  rises  from  your  body  beneath  water  droplets,  and  your  youngest  son's  illustrious  teacher  looks  the  part  of  a  bloody  wet  cat.  he's  never  without  his  verbal  sabers  though,  and  for  that  you  feel  no  small  amount  of  respect  as  well.

❝ if  you  wanted  my  attention,  you  could  have  just  called. ❞  it's  almost  like  a  joke  -  except  you  don't  really  do  that,  not  anymore.  instead  -  you  dull  the  flames  upon  your  body,  reaching  out  with  cavalier  intent.  the  flame  patterned  cloth  is  produced  from  utility  pouch,  and  you  fold  it  neatly.  giant,  surprisingly  gentle  hands  smooth  away  inky,  blood  and  rain  damp  hair,  before  you  press  navy  cloth  to  that  leaking  wound.  you  step  closer,  unnatural  warmth  hopefully  a  balm,  before  turning  the  cloth  over  to  press  the  clean  side  to  the  still  leaking  cut.  ❝ not  too  deep,  but  judging  by  your  clothes  i  guess  you  took  other  hits. ❞  no  disapproval  -  just  a  statement  of  fact  -  and  you  pause  only  long  enough  to  glance  towards  the  rainy  night  sky.