I’m a writer who likes to throw X-reader headcanons (and also other stuff, please send in requests for other stuff, I promise I'm just a whiny bitch) at Tumblr users like feeding pigeons at the local park. Feel free to send in requests in my ask box! :]
REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY: OPEN
I MAY NOT BE AS FREQUENT AS I AM BUSY FOR ALL OF JULY, BUT KNOWING ME, THAT COULD ALSO MEAN I'LL PROCRASTINATE AND GET EVERYTHING HERE DONE INSTEAD
Rules for requesting:
Send it in through my ask-box.
Platonic and romantic need to be clarified in the ask.
Specify what you'd like! If not, I'm just going to go wild, and you can't get mad about it!
No incest. Can't believe I need to state this.
No real people but personas/characters are available. Please stop asking for Michael Jackson, He's literally dead.
/ means its specifically romanitc, X means anything.
PLEASE feel free to send in a different version of a request you wanted to change. I love having options. ill porbbaly do all of them lol.
I have written or currently write for:
Threadville 🧵🪡
Random headcanons
Biology headcanons
Oliver/reader
Threadville x human reader headcanons
More human reader headcanons
The Dark Crystal 🐦⬛🌑
This empty AF!
Star Vs. The Forces Of Evil ⭐🪄🦎
This emptyAF!
Minecraft 🟫🟩⛏️
This empty AF!
Minecraft: Story Mode 🟩🟦⛏️🟥⬜
Garbiel/Mreader
Axel/reader
Axel/architect reader
Ivor/Freader
Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix 🐸🤖
This empty af
Undertale 🤍
Killing a genocidal human reactions
Undertale: Yellow💛🤠
Starlo/Guilty human reader
Starlo/anxious human reader
Starlo/human reader vs Royal guards
Killing a genocidal human reactions
Deltarune ❤️
Flowery/Glass case darkner reader
Yellow/Blue/Angel?reader
Pirates of the Caribbean ☠️
Overprotective Will Turner/Reader
Red vs. Blue 🔴🔵
North Dakota/Reader fluff
Agent Florida/reader
Trader Of Stories 👐📜🌳
This empty af
Haunted Hotel 👻🏨
Nathan Freeling/Freader
Abbadon/demon reader
Abbadon x mother reader
No, I'm not a Human 𖨆𐀪𖠋𐦂𖨆𐀪𖠋
This empty af
DISPATCH 🦸🏻💻
A bae for your bae
Flambae/Shadow Hero Reader
However, I'm also TOTALLY willing to write stuff outside of these! these are just my current interests at the moment! :]
Heads up, it might take a while for me to get to your request. Not because I'm busy, but because I'm incredibly slow. I get to them all eventually as long as they follow the rules.
1: He can't say people's names properly because as a bigshot he only called people stupid nicknames as a default (and called them their full name when he was more serious) and since he stopped getting updates he only had his original dialog. Wah is me he didn't say Tenna's name enough and now he wishes he said it more woah is me
2: He calls money Kromer again, because he didn't get the DarkDollar update so he's just calling it what it used to be called
3: he asked for a tounge for his big shot body (addisons don't have them) and to use it as a hyperlink filter, so he could talk as normally as possible. When it was removed the hyperlinks got stronger and more glitchy with how they didn't lead anywhere anymore
4: (this one is entirely just me and its really stupid) when he said he swam in the acid river he was genuinely just joking to Kris he thought it was funny 💀
5: in the actual light world, Spamton was something that Kris and Noelle noticed in their emails. The ad for a car company that they later saw was airing commercials on TV. They made stories the guy moved from the computer to the TV and such, but they stopped making those stories once Dess disappeared, meaning his big shot era ending/phone call happened 5 years ago instead of 10 (dark world years aren't equal to light world years) and the phone call for spampton was probably related to Kris watching one of their family members receiving a phone call that dess was gone...wow that one was sad uhhhhh
6: addisons originate from their company darkworld and create clonelings of the same color to send off to other cybercity darkworlds, so thats why there's multiple addisons of the same color in game! And our little green spammy was accidentally compressed as a pipis, so he's very short and stubby. So to make sure he didn’t have to deal with same company competition he was sent alone to the computer lab city (it made him more lonely but oh well)
7: he actually doesn't have eyes under the glasses, since addison eyes are an added texture to their face and he's added an extension mask on top. The glasses are just able to copy his eye texture to themselves so he can see
8: the Z Rank room isn't there because Tenna hates Spamton or anything, it was made because Spamton was so bad at the physical challenges (he is so very small) so Tenna made him a special rank to make him feel better! And when he left, Tenna didn't keep it in good condition
1: He can't say people's names properly because as a bigshot he only called people stupid nicknames as a default (and called them their full name when he was more serious) and since he stopped getting updates he only had his original dialog. Wah is me he didn't say Tenna's name enough and now he wishes he said it more woah is me
2: He calls money Kromer again, because he didn't get the DarkDollar update so he's just calling it what it used to be called
3: he asked for a tounge for his big shot body (addisons don't have them) and to use it as a hyperlink filter, so he could talk as normally as possible. When it was removed the hyperlinks got stronger and more glitchy with how they didn't lead anywhere anymore
4: (this one is entirely just me and its really stupid) when he said he swam in the acid river he was genuinely just joking to Kris he thought it was funny 💀
5: in the actual light world, Spamton was something that Kris and Noelle noticed in their emails. The ad for a car company that they later saw was airing commercials on TV. They made stories the guy moved from the computer to the TV and such, but they stopped making those stories once Dess disappeared, meaning his big shot era ending/phone call happened 5 years ago instead of 10 (dark world years aren't equal to light world years) and the phone call for spampton was probably related to Kris watching one of their family members receiving a phone call that dess was gone...wow that one was sad uhhhhh
6: addisons originate from their company darkworld and create clonelings of the same color to send off to other cybercity darkworlds, so thats why there's multiple addisons of the same color in game! And our little green spammy was accidentally compressed as a pipis, so he's very short and stubby. So to make sure he didn’t have to deal with same company competition he was sent alone to the computer lab city (it made him more lonely but oh well)
7: he actually doesn't have eyes under the glasses, since addison eyes are an added texture to their face and he's added an extension mask on top. The glasses are just able to copy his eye texture to themselves so he can see
8: the Z Rank room isn't there because Tenna hates Spamton or anything, it was made because Spamton was so bad at the physical challenges (he is so very small) so Tenna made him a special rank to make him feel better! And when he left, Tenna didn't keep it in good condition
Flowery fighting for his life to get Asgore to notice him just to see his stupid ass twin brother Yellow bagging the hottest kindest most beautiful guy in the universe and they cant keep their hands off eachother and theres always some new sappy romance plotline going on. If it were me then id be trying to kms Yellow style. They are all like "Flowery whats wrong?" while they are practically sitting in eachothers laps and he cant even get Asgore to look at him even after taking on the form of his secret gay college lover. (Rudy. We all know) Id turn to alcoholism tbh. Someone get this guy a beer and a grinder account NOW!!!!
you are a middle-to-old aged man, you are divorced from your ex-wife who you want back.
in comes the magical world!
it gives you a (seemingly) younger man, who is obsessed with you & obsessed with making you happy, he basically wants to play house (& kill you kid but you (might) not know that yet) also he kinda looks like your best guy friend who you give flowers to (you have a failing flower shop & are very close to starving) who you visit in his hospital room frequently (his wife does not)
I see you also enjoy the trope of the angel x deltarune charachters. Would you at all be interested in doing Yellow/Blue/reader?
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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Yellow/Blue/Angel?reader
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By the standards of Castle Town, you were practically in charge, not because you held any official title, but because you had been there long before most of the residents. You had arrived just after the abandoned closet had transformed into a bustling kingdom, before every spare building found its purpose, and before the Delta Warriors started bringing Darkners from different Darkworlds back with them. You quietly settled into the little routines that kept the kingdom functioning. Lighting lanterns, cleaning the streets, replacing loose shingles and bricks after particularly enthusiastic battles, and organizing empty rooms that somehow became disasters again within a week.
Ralsei had initially named you the groundskeeper, but Susie jokingly called you Castle Town's assistant mayor one day, and the title stuck like glue, despite Ralsei’s insistence that "groundskeeper" sounded significantly more respectable. Everyone else had picked Suie’s idea, and at some point, your title evolved into Assistant Mayor. You had no idea who had even promoted you, and you had stopped asking.
So, when Kris, Susie, and Ralsei returned with a bouquet of flowers that began wilting in Castle Town's darkness, your mind jumped immediately to logistics. You disappeared before anyone even fully explained the situation. Within minutes, you were sprinting out of Castle Town’s darkness and back into the school building with an armful of extension cords and a big glass aquarium and managing to convince Susie to help haul enough heat lamps to recreate the surface of the sun.
The darkners watched as you raced in and out, balancing increasingly ridiculous piles of supplies while nearly tripping over your own feet every other minute. Blue observed the spectacle with fascinated eyes, while Yellow held his hat tightly against his chest. They were worried about how much things would change when they were brought here.
By the time the lamps transformed one corner of Castle Town into a pleasantly warm sanctuary, you had somehow assembled shelves, flower pots, watering cans, blankets, and enough cushions to make the area resemble a greenhouse crossed with a cozy living room. Only then did you remember to introduce yourself.
Blue bowed gracefully, the petals of his tutu nearly brushing the floor. "My, what a devoted keeper you are. We had scarcely arrived, yet you have already woven sunlight into a home." Yellow tipped his hat with an earnest smile that made your heart skip a beat. "You’ve been runnin' around like a busy little ladybug. Mighty thankful."
You scratched the back of your neck, suddenly embarrassed by the attention.
You tell them it wasn't really anything for you.
Blue looked around the little sanctuary you had practically built in an afternoon. "I fear our definitions of 'anything' differ tremendously."
The bouquet settled in surprisingly quickly, but one problem remained. space. One evening, while doing your actual job and gardening outside the school, you found yourself staring into the closet’s single window. The frame stretched deep into the wall, sucking in all the sunlight into its darkest dark, with flowers already growing naturally between the stonework outside. You figured out a solution.
By the next morning, you had begun moving furniture. Blue found you halfway through carrying an absurdly oversized planter by yourself. "Bouncing blue butterflies… are you truly doing this all alone?" You nearly dropped the half-tangled bundles of rope in your haste to answer.
You tell him wanted to be finished before the children came back.
Without another word, Blue quietly picked up the rope from your arms, folding it into a clean bundle with practiced ease. Not long afterward, Yellow wandered over, carrying three times your load with complete ease. Neither of them commented when you almost fell off the stairs because you were too busy thanking them, and neither of them stopped smiling.
By sunset, the enormous cliff had transformed into something entirely different. Glass surrounded the space on three sides, while warm sunlight poured across the polished stone. Flower beds lined the edges, and comfortable chairs overlooked Castle Town below, with blankets covering every available surface. Blue stepped into the light and slowly turned in place, his petals shimmering. "Our very own house," he said. Yellow looked over the kingdom below with open wonder. "It sure feels like home."
From that point on, you visited constantly. At first you were there to check whether everything still worked properly, especially considering how often Aqua would damage things. But you also just enjoyed spending time in that space. Yellow, especially, seemed determined to make sure you never felt left out whenever you visited.
One afternoon, he carefully placed one of his revolvers into your hands before standing behind you and gently adjusting your grip with remarkable patience. His hands were that odd room-temperature texture you'd come to associate with the flowers, despite the cold metal of the gun, and he took the time to position each of your fingers until everything felt comfortable. "So, this here's the hammer," he explained, carefully guiding your thumb. "And this is where your finger goes. Don't squeeze until you're ready."
You stared at the revolver with profound uncertainty. "I've… actually never been in a battle before," you admitted. Yellow blinked, looking genuinely stunned. "Why never?" You sheepishly shook your head.
You tell him that you're way too clumsy to be in combat; the only thing you fight are dirty floors.
Yellow glanced at the same broom he'd seen you smack Mr. Lesser dad over the head with for bothering him and Blue too much, then smiled in that soft, uncomplicated way of his. "Well shoot. Then we'll just have to fix that."
The lesson became less about shooting and more about Yellow patiently encouraging you every time your aim drifted in increasingly impossible directions. You somehow managed to miss a stationary practice dummy from fifteen feet away, hit a watering can instead, and accidentally shoot straight through a few of Blue’s flowers. Yellow apologized profusely for messing up your lesson, for being such a terrible cowboy, and you had to stop him from burying himself alive.
You end up begging him not to jump into the hole, asking who will enforce justice in the town if you can't even aim a gun?
Your plea made his face warmer than the lamps ever could. Blue watched the entire tragedy from nearby, hands folded over the small smile on his face.
Later that evening, after everyone else had settled into quieter activities, you found yourself watching Blue rehearse elegant little spins across the floor. He moved so naturally that it looked effortless, every turn flowing into the next until it seemed as if the sunlight itself had decided to dance. You laughed quietly when he invited you to join him.
You tell him you would trip over your own feet trying that, that you're about as graceful as a rusty rake.
Blue stopped and looked at you as though you had just confessed that the sky wasn’t blue. "Why, sweetest Scarlet bloom?" He approached with one hand extended. “If you truly believe yourself talentless…” His smile softened into something impossibly gentle. “…then allow me the privilege of proving you skilled instead.”
You hesitated only long enough to place your hand in his. Blue guided you carefully, never rushing and never expecting perfection. Every awkward step received patient encouragement, and every stumble became another opportunity for him to steady you before you lost your balance. When you accidentally stepped on his foot for what felt like the hundredth time, he simply laughed quietly and spun you anyway, catching you with practiced ease before dipping you backward. For several long seconds, he just held you there. The world beyond the glass seemed very far away, and his face deepened into a distinctly darker shade of blue.
"You possess remarkable balance." You blinked in surprise.
You remind him that you almost fell.
“And yet…” His smile grew impossibly fond. “…you did not.”
Nearby, Yellow watched the entire dance lesson. After you had gone home, promising to return tomorrow, Blue found Yellow watering the same flowers you had shredded like Green’s cheese around the corner. Neither noticed Flowery’s recovering form, who was pretending to sleep on the rocking chair nearby.
Blue folded his hands together thoughtfully, opening his eyes to smile at his partner. “Yellow, I see you've enjoyed spending time with the lovely rose.”
Yellow nodded before Blue had even finished. “Yeah. They're a real smart one."
“They are wonderfully earnest, almost as much as you.”
“You two looked real pruddy together.”
Blue smiled to himself. "Oh, did we now?”
Yellow rubbed the back of his neck beneath his hat. “I think so.”
Blue glanced sideways. "Well, I think you two appeared truly dashing earlier too, trying to save my little buds."
Yellow looked sheepish. “I reckons you would have done a better job with them than a’ me.”
Blue laughed softly. “But who would guide their fingers so gently through the motions of justice?"
Neither flower noticed Flowery smiling into his blanket, doing his best not to interrupt the budding bloom of affection. Unfortunately, someone else would. Rouxls Karrd appeared seemingly from nowhere. “Thy deepest congratulations!” Both flowers visibly flinched. “Thou art both hopelessly destined to become a throuple!”
Blue sighed, his smile slowly turning into a rare grimace, while Yellow nodded along, half confused. Rouxls continued on. "But thou hast no hope! I too have sought to woo the precious guardian of the people and have been cruelly denied!"
Blue looked positively scandalized, and Yellow’s face turned bright orange. Rouxls was chased away by a disgruntled Flowery before either flower could formulate a response. The scene was a little pathetic to look at, really, with an injured former dark world boss chasing after a worm of a person.
Silence settled over the glasshouse. Blue slowly looked toward Yellow, who slowly looked back, sweating buckets and eyes wide. Blue’s thoughtful expression gradually shifted into quiet consideration. "Well, he was certainly… comedic.”
Yellow blinked. “I don't means to be rude, but… I think there ain't nothin right about him botherin that rosebud at all!”
Blue tilted his head. “No dear nothing about that had a hint of joy at all; I simply wonder if the fool was chasing an admirable dream.”
Yellow considered that, his eyes widening. “…Huh?”
Blue pressed a hand thoughtfully against Yellow’s face. “Would it truly be so wrong to have a new part to our acts? A new partner in my recitals, a deputy for your jail?”
Yellow scratched his cheek. “I reckons it might not be.”
Blue looked down the path where you had disappeared down earlier, still carrying your broom over one shoulder, stumbling to the side confusedly as Rouxls Kaard fell down the steps past you, Flowery cracking a quick one-liner at you before stumbling down after him. Your laughter echoing like music to him. “Would it not be deserved to know how dearly the lone rose is admired?"
Yellow’s own smile matched his. “I reckon it ought to be law round these parts.”
soul x tenna but it's an episodic, slapstic comedy setting where they're Kris' supernatural parents trying to fit in and raise their human child without attracting attention from the townsfolk who are curious about their new neighbors
I would like to hear more about brat!Flowery please because you ARE absolutely cooking with that.
Bc my first thought was "if Flowery isn't using his magic, is he physically strong enough you couldn't just, hold his wrists where you want them and that's that?"
You and him both know that with his magic he could get out of your grasp at any moment he wanted but He Doesn't
Flowery absolutely would be strong enough to throw you off, or even to force you to touch him, with his vines alone if he wanted to! But where would the fun be in that? Honestly, if he's really in a bratty mood and you're determined to get him to listen, there aren't a lot of things that'll work well. The idea of being 'punished' only intrigues him, and, especially if you're acting a lot more tough than your usual self, he has a tendency to just laugh at you a little.
The only surefire way to get him to fold is to... Just not give him any attention. What he wants is for you to get riled up, to try all kinds of different things to get him to just listen. He doesn't want to be ignored!! If you just take a moment to tell him "Well, I guess if you're not willing to listen, then you don't really want this" and make an attempt to leave, you might find Flowery a lot more accepting of what you want him to do, all of a sudden.
Hi can I please get a starlo x human reader where a few of the royal guards came to town not on a mission or anything but just to enjoy a few days off work? Imagine him over hearing them talk about how they would collect a human soul if they ever encountered one, meanwhile the reader is off running errands and trying to make sure mooch doesn't cause too make trouble at the market.
ill let you decide if the feisty gang are in on the whole reader is a human disguised as a monster thing or not
Thanks love your writing btw!
Starlo/human reader
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The moment Starlo spotted the polished armor gleaming beneath the overhangs of the saloon, his smile became just a bit stiffer. Nevertheless, he greeted them with all the enthusiasm expected of the famed Sheriff North Star. Tipping his hat low, flashing a bright grin, and spreading his arms wide as if welcoming honored guests to the Wild East. Every movement was dramatic, and every word came with an exaggerated flourish. The townsfolk went along with it, assuming their sheriff was simply puffing his chest out for the sake of impressing Asgore’s Royal Guard. Inside, however, Starlo's stomach had already dropped. People from the capital didn't usually visit the Wild East unless they had business in the Dunes. But he could hear them clearly talking about a vacation. Nothing official, nothing dangerous until Starlo remembers exactly who was currently living in one of the cottages on the edge of town. You.
The guards were settling into the saloon well enough, chatting cheerfully while Dina served drinks. Monsters wandered in and out, enjoying the unusual excitement. Visitors always made for interesting stories. Starlo stayed nearby, polishing the same revolver for a long time without actually cleaning anything. His gaze remained fixed on their table. One guard laughing about work. Another complaining that the only excitement these days came from chasing the dogs or dealing with paperwork. Eventually, the conversation drifting into territory Starlo really wished it hadn’t.
One guard joked that if a human were somehow wandering around again, they would finally get a promotion. Another remarking that collecting a human soul would practically guarantee their own mansion. They were all laughing along, like it was some joke. It was casual, routine even. To them, it was a fantasy. Starlo's fingers tightened around the revolver until the leather glove creaked. His smile disappeared beneath the shadow of his hat. For the first time in years, he found himself unable to play North Star.
His thoughts were already racing across town. You had gone to the market hours earlier. Mooch had insisted on helping, which really meant you were doing your best to prevent the squirrelish monster from stealing anything shiny while simultaneously buying supplies for yourself.
Across town, you knew nothing of this. You were balancing two baskets full of groceries while gently steering Mooch away from a merchant who had turned his back at precisely the wrong moment. Every few minutes, the squirrel monster would somehow acquire another piece of gold, and you would return it before anyone noticed. It had become a familiar routine. You had long accepted that shopping with Mooch meant walking home twice as tired.
It felt like every other afternoon until Starlo came sprinting through town. His hat was nearly flying off, and his poncho billowed behind him. The sheriff rarely ran unless he was making a spectacle. But this time, there was no performance, no grand speech, and no dramatic declaration.
He reaches you, immediately taking the heavier basket from your hands and subtly positioning himself between you and the main road. His smile returned, but it looked forced, far brighter than usual, too bright. He began rambling about unrelated topics to you. There was apparently an emergency inspection of some fences, then suddenly the road out of town, and maybe the whole town, requiring a patrol. He began suggesting that the gang should all spend the day together.
You simply stared. Starlo only became more animated, pointing dramatically toward buildings that clearly needed no attention. He's insisting Moray inspect cacti for suspicious behavior and asking Ace to double-check absolutely nothing in particular, or anything, really. Just keeping you away from the buildings.
You eventually notice the faint absence of light beneath his poncho. Whenever Starlo became excited, there was a faint glow to him, but when he was anxious, he ate up all the light around him. Right now, there was nothing visible under his hat, not even a flicker. Your pace slows as you quietly step beside him while the others were arguing over each other about something mundane. Your hand brushes against the back of his glove, causing him to startle for just a fraction of a second. Then, his fingers were curling around yours, the grip remaining hidden beneath your ponchos where nobody could see it. His shoulders loosened slightly, and he didn't let go for the remainder of the walk.
Eventually, Ace drifted close enough to notice the unusual behavior. He followed Starlo's line of sight toward the saloon, recognized the shape of the Royal Guards, and then yours. Ace said nothing but casually redirected the rest of the gang down another path, claiming that the market still needed one last inspection. Moray and Ed didn't ask questions, and Mooch complained loudly until she was bribed with the promise of dessert later. The four of them unknowingly form a moving wall around you, monsters walking together, laughing, and shopping. completely ordinary. None sparing you a second glance.
Only after the Royal Guards finally disappeared back indoors did Starlo allow himself to breathe properly again. Later that evening, after you had disappeared to your bed, Starlo finally admitted to the other Feisty Four what could have happened. Silence filled the room. Even Mooch stopped fidgeting. None of them had truly considered what your existence meant outside the safety of the Wild East. To them, you had simply become one of their own: the strange newcomer who, working in the mines, made little gifts for everyone in town, collected oddly shaped rocks, wore oversized cloaks, and somehow tolerated all of their nonsense. They had almost forgotten that the rest of monsterkind wouldn't see you that way.
Ed was the first to speak up. He quietly announced that nobody would be getting anywhere near you without going through him first. Moray is offering to see if they can try performing on the side furthest from your direction. Ace immediately began considering hidden paths and backup routes throughout town out loud. Mooch proudly declared that if anyone started asking questions, they would be too busy looking for their own wallets.
Starlo looked at his friends, his posse, and his family, and then turned his gaze toward the little round door sitting peacefully at the edge of town, the curtains drawn on your windows, and a mailbox stuffed to the brim with letters to and from you. The light inside had already gone out. You were probably asleep. completely unaware of how close danger had come.
He intends to keep it that way. As long as the North Star wore his badge and the Feisty Five, no one was taking his human from the Wild East.
what would flowery do and react if the reader is just sleeping in the most random and unexpected places? (like just sleeping randomly on a tree all of a sudden lol)
Sorry to bug you but, could I please get some head cannons of Starlo x human reader (romantic) who has a hard time relaxing due to how long they had been hiding their identity as a human? Things like being a very light sleeper or hyper vigilance for example. While they logically know that are safe with him and the rest of the feisty gang, it's still hard to unlearn the habits that kept them alive until now. I guess this would kinda be a continuation of that one starlo x human reader you did a while ago if that's ok?
Anyway thank you!
Starlo/anxious paranoid reader
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Starlo quickly learned that being safe and feeling safe were two completely different things. After your identity was revealed, he expected your old habits to fade away gradually. Instead, they remained unchanged. You still checked the windows before relaxing, checked every exit automatically, and woke at the slightest unfamiliar sound. Eventually, Starlo stopped waiting for those things to disappear. They had kept you alive long before you met him, and instead of trying to change them, he quietly learned to live with them.
Sleeping beside you became an exercise in subtlety. He discovered that rolling over too quickly, reaching across the bed over you, or waking you up in general all carried varying levels of risk. It wasn't that you didn't trust him. Your body simply reacted before your brain had the chance to. More than once, he found himself staring up at the ceiling after being shoved off while he was still only half awake.
The first time he was actually kicked out of bed became legendary, at least in his mind. He had woken before sunrise and leaned over to brush a loose strand of hair away from your face. Before he even touched you, your eyes snapped open. In one frantic movement, Starlo found himself hitting the floor with enough force to knock his glasses clean off. You were already halfway across the room, curled up like a spider with your back against the wall, ready to leap at him, before you actually woke up. The silence afterward was almost painful. Starlo sat there, rubbing the back of his head while his glasses rolled across the floor. You looked absolutely horrified, while he appeared more surprised than hurt. By the time you had wrapped yourself in three blankets out of embarrassment, Starlo was already laughing, not because your reaction was funny; the supposedly fearless sheriff losing a fight against a sleepy human was simply too ridiculous not to laugh about.
After that incident, Starlo developed a routine. If he woke before you, he simply stayed still. If he needed to leave the bed, he climbed out as carefully (and quickly) as possible. If he returned while you were asleep, he made enough quiet noise for your sleeping brain to register someone familiar was nearby instead of silently slipping beneath the blankets. He also stopped taking it personally whenever you startled at his touch. Sometimes, he would reach for your hand, and your entire arm would tense before relaxing a second later. He could actually see the moment recognition replaced habit. Your shoulders would lower, your breathing would even out again, and your fingers would quietly lace with his.
Starlo noticed that you almost never sat with your back toward open space. When everyone gathered in the saloon, you would always pick the chair against the wall. If someone else happened to sit there first, you looked vaguely uncomfortable for the rest of the evening. He never pointed it out. Instead, he started arriving a little earlier than everyone else so he could casually save that seat for you. Nobody questioned why the sheriff always preferred the exact same table.
Crowded places exhausted you in ways that no physical labor could. Spending all day working in the mines barely seemed to tire you compared to walking through a packed marketplace. Starlo eventually realized that it wasn't the number of monsters that bothered you. It was trying to keep track of all of them at once. Whenever errands became overwhelming, he slipped into his loud North Star routine. Every monster's attention would shift toward the ridiculous sheriff making a spectacle of himself, leaving you free to breathe without feeling watched.
You never really stopped locking your door three separate ways before bed. Even after Starlo started staying over more often, you still checked it, sometimes three times. He patiently waited while you finished. Even If it always took an extra minute before the two of you could climb into bed
Your scars became another thing he quietly tried not to freak out over. The ones across your back from the fall still ached when you overworked yourself, and the fresher scars from your first few fights remained sensitive whenever the weather changed. Without saying anything, Starlo positioned himself on whichever side made it easier for you to move. If he noticed you rubbing one shoulder absentmindedly after work, he would already be carrying the heavier basket before you even asked.
Every now and then, Starlo caught himself wishing he could relax like everyone else did. But then he remembered what had happened every single time you had let your guard down before reaching the Wild East. Each scar on your body was proof that caution had been the right choice. It became impossible for him to really resent it after realizing.
The Feisty Four eventually noticed bits of it too. Ace always announced himself before opening doors. Ed accidentally scared you exactly once, and after that, he made enough noise to announce his approach from halfway down the street forever afterward. Moray stopped hugging you from behind, even though they adored hugs. Mooch still forgot occasionally, but after watching you nearly jump into a cactus one afternoon, even she started making exaggerated sneaking noises instead of actually sneaking up on you.
Sometimes, Starlo woke in the middle of the night to find you quietly sitting on the edge of the bed. You weren’t panicking or crying. You were simply listening to the sounds outside. He never asked what you heard. He just sat beside you. After a while, you always lay back down on your own. The things never truly disappeared. Years later, you still work wokequicker than any monster Starlo had ever met. You still flinched at unexpected contact and tracked every unfamiliar face whenever strangers visited the Wild East. Starlo stopped hoping those parts of you would change. Instead, he learned them as thoroughly as he had learned your favorite meals, your work schedule at the mines, the way you absentmindedly collected interesting rocks, and exactly how you liked your tea.
Living and loving you meant embracing the parts of you that survival had shaped too, even if that occasionally meant waking up on the floor because his wonderfully paranoid partner had accidentally launched him out of bed like a shooting star again.
