#crash and burn quinn

[twiceinawhile]

what billmos characters would get you for your birthday

it's my birthday tomorrow 🥳 and currently three hours before my party as i post this, i am self indulging :))))

otis

- lord be lucky he showed up

- no wrapping paper

- no card

- if anything, it's his own art

- thank you otis

luigi largo

- does not show up

- sends a formality gift from geneco probably

- if he really likes you like that, it's something he would want (knife, etc)

- thank you luigi

chop top

- terrible wrapping job

- he was going to give you records but ended up keeping them all

- made little crafts instead

- or some metal junk from the battle land tunnels

- thank you choptop

the magician

- couldn't decide

- bought 40 things

- all in three bags

- many magic supplies and probably a lot of candies

- thank you magician

mayor buckman

- NOTHING !!!

- HE'S NOT INVITED

- FUCK YOU BUCKMAN

quinn (giggle)

- ALSO NOTHING

- WAS INVITED DIDNT SHOW UP

- CALL ME BACK QUINN 😕😕

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Celebrating a Birthday With Them

It was my birthday yesterday I'm treating myself

Content Warning: Bo's gets horny idk what came over me but it's not like super explicit, Canon typical murder and substance use

Luigi Largo

He's a busy man okay

He might need a GENtern to remind him of your birthday but TRUST

There's someone who's entire job is remembering shit about you

He's probably working on your birthday

But he loves you so he's not entirely ignoring it

Almost definitely doing something special for dinner

Probably taking you somewhere fancy

Don't like the attention of going out with a Largo? Fine, you're having your fancy dinner at home and if it isn't perfect the person who made it will meet Luigi's knife and then whatever god they might believe in

Contrary to popular opinion, I think he's a good gift giver

This man cannot say that he loves you. But he's constantly buying you shit to show you

Definitely getting you something expensive but pretty in line with the things you like

Always your favorite color or the latest fashion or an unreleased prototype

Not very creative, he's picking tried and true things

Kiss him and say thank you

Amber Sweet

She did forget your birthday

Sorry she was probably high

Good thing she's rich and can get you something last minute when she remembers

Gets you something she'd like

Bonus points if it's also something she knows you'd probably enjoy, but not her first priority

Clothes? She wanted to see you in them. Perfume or cologne? She wanted to smell you wearing it

If it's something she can borrow, she will

Sorry not sorry

Probably not hanging out with you after

Unless you're down to go on a Zydrate run w her

Who said romance was dead

Probably doesn't care if you say thank you

I'd suggest doing it anyway

Blind Mag

Prepare to be spoiled

She did remember your birthday and she's been thinking about this for at least a month

Obviously she can't really control what GeneCo wants her to do

But every second she's free is devoted to you

Super good at thinking of things you'll like

Like you don't have to tell her or even know that you'd like this thing she'd just think of it on her own

Obviously down to do whatever you want and probably plans an evening for you that's pretty accurate to something you'd enjoy

But I think she'd especially like celebrating at home

Kiss her and say thank you

Nathan Wallace

Surprisingly a pretty thoughtful gift giver

Did remember your birthday

Probably celebrated a few days late

The repo man grind never stops

But his next night off trust he's got you

Figures out what food you like and definitely is making it for you

If you've been together a while and he's introduced you to Shilo it's a family dinner

Shilo does most of the talking, presents you with a bug she pinned

Be nice

Nathan himself probably gets you something sensible

Think a watch

But he's pretty certain it's something you'll like, too

He wants you to get plenty of use out of it

Very low-key kind of thing, you're probably not going out or anything

Kiss him and say thank you

Otis Driftwood

Oh BROTHER

No he didn't remember

Don't ever ask him some stupid shit like that again

Someone else probably told him

Bc I know you're not stupid enough to bring it up

Does not care

Cares a little

Maybe makes you something

You're lucky to get anything at all

And maybe he's a little bit sweet when he kisses you. Just a little though

And don't you dare mention it

Kiss him and say thank you

And you better be REAL grateful, rabbit

Baby Firefly

Remembered for sure

Very excited to party about it!!

Probably snags something off a victim for you tbh

Hope you're cool with getting fucked up

And doing fucked up shit

Seriously though you're not staying sober

It's a household affair she's making this everyone's problem

And she's dragging you on some wild mission or another

Maybe you get to pick a tourist all your own!!

How romantic <3

Feel free to kiss her and say thank you, neither of you will remember in the morning

RJ Firefly

Remembered of course

Similar to Baby, he gets you something off someone they killed

NOT similar to Baby, he's very chill about it

Definitely down to still drink about it

But doesn't need to make it a huge affair

Would prefer not to, actually

I have no basis for this, but I think he'd wanna spend it outside with you

Looking at the stars and sharing a case of beer

Or your preferred drink

Doesn't have to be alcoholic but come on it's preferred

I think he's handsy when he's got enough in his system

He's always handsy, but especially when he's a little buzzed

Down to be quiet with you or let you talk his ear off about whatever you want

Kiss him and say thank you

Quinn

You're wondering if the android remembered your birthday?

Yes

He doesn't care

You get a verbal happy birthday, a head pat, and a kiss to the cheek

He has shit to do

Also idc if you're taller than him he's patting your head

The world could be so beautiful if Quinn responded to my faxes

Kiss him anyway bc he's beautiful

Logan Burnhardt

Yes, of course he remembered

He might act like an asshole on the air but he doesn't strike me as someone tonactually forget a birthday

He's doing pretty basic birthday things

Flowers in the morning, breakfast if you're up at the same time

If not, don't worry!

He's taking you out to dinner

Gets you a card and writes something a little cheesy on it

Gets you something related to a hobby you have, probably

Has at least once pretended that your gift was just a bunch of his own merch

Bo Sinclair

He remembered...barely

Yes he's a deranged killer and a jackass

He's also a southern gentleman (in his own eyes, anyway)

Comes home practically glowing with pride

Ate two canaries, that one

Another guy that regifts something from a victim

Presents it to you with so much pride, though

If it's jewelry or something, he makes you wear it for him

Puts it on for you

"Gimme a spin, sugar."

Stupid fucking smirk on his face

Makes you wear it while he rails you later Who said that

But come on you know that's his actual gift

I haven't publicly said this before but I'm saying it now: Bo Sinclair gives head like his life depends on it

And that's when it's NOT your birthday

On your special day? You're going to have to physically remove him

Kiss him and say thank you

Vincent Sinclair

Okay he's actually really sweet about it

Did remember

Made you something :)

He's a little nervous to give it to you bc it's "not much"

Yes he's a deranged killer but he's also v in love with you

Otherwise super down to do anything you want!

Within your limits of course

Bo isn't going to let you two just waltz around wherever you want

But you wanna watch a movie? Or eat dinner together? Wanna cuddle?

He just wants to make sure you're nice and relaxed and happy

Kiss him and say thank you

[autolykiss]

Crash and Burn

Bill Moseley as Quinn

[centaurivee]

This is what Bill Moseley characters smell like according to me

PSA this is just everyone that came to my noggin everybody say thank you @twiceinawhile

Luigi Largo: Y'all knew I was starting with him. People say he doesn't smell good I disagree. There's probably almost constantly a smell of blood stuck to him which may or may not be your thing. But this man bathes, I know it. Showers every morning (he is a morning shower man). I don't think he would smell like. Supremely good he's not using lotion or anything. Maybe a cologne if it's a good day (and it's fancy shit) but he's clean. Day to day he's probably got an underlying smell of his soap under the aforementioned blood smell. He either has coffee breath or very strong breath mint smell.

Otis Driftwood: Get out he smells so bad. He bathes twice a year. Sweat, dirt, and blood 24/7. Either get into it or break your sense of smell idk what to tell you. His breath is rank too, weed and booze. Otis I love you but you are so nasty.

Chop Top: Controversial opinion I think he tries. I don't think he does very good, but I think he tries. Probably smells generally grimy. Dirt and gore but less than Otis for sure. And there's some cheap body spray over it.

Quinn: Smells like nothing? The way your phone smells like nothing. Like there's a vague warm smell to him that's neither good nor bad. At the most I'd say he smells like a small electrical fire. Also if you smelled your phone after I said that ur obligated to tell me.

Frank: Body odor for sure. He cleans like...every week to week and a half. And that little shed looked hot as fuck I know bro was sweating. I do think he brushes regularly, though, because he's just like a normal dude aside from the whole desert shed snake selling thing.

Stewart: I don't think he needs to bathe? If his form is more physical than I'm inclined to believe hygiene isn't his biggest priority. But I also don't think he smells bad. Like dust, probably. Walk into your dad's garage that he hasn't used in several years. Sidenote don't watch House Bill Moseley was so fine in it but it was so bad.

The bartender from The First Power: This guy is just A Dude. He's got a 7 in 1 body wash/shampoo/conditioner/toothpaste/mouthwash/car oil/dish soap. Cheap drugstore cologne over it. I watched the 15 seconds of that movie that he's in four times.

[macabremadnesss]

Love this guy more than anyone else

[byberbunk2069]

w/ @gibson-girlboss's OCs, Valerie and Anna

[pollenallergie]

artist!billy knight who almost always ends up recreating your image in his art, sometimes intentionally, other times unintentionally.

billy sits down to paint a landscape painting for a commission, and he thinks to himself, “hmm, i think maybe if i put someone sat at an iron garden table drinking tea somewhere over here, then that would really complete this piece.” so, he adds the person in, thinking up different features for them at random as he goes along, all the while thinking, “yes, yes! that’s much better.” until, finally, he realizes, “shit, that’s my partner. for fuck’s sake, i promised i’d stop putting my partner in my clients’ commissions. well, they’re already there and looking stunning, as always, so it’d really be a waste to just paint over them… might as well just leave them there and hope it doesn’t become an issue with the client.”

[azazelflare]

PLEASENPLEASE PLEASE QUINN FROM CRASH AND BURN X VIRGIN READER WHERE THE READER CAN TUG ON HIS WIRES GRRRR BARK BARK

Quinn X reader Return to me

CW: Sex, loss of virginity

You had been working with Quinn for months now, he always seemed a bit odd. He would always brush his arm against you when he walked by and help you keep steady on the ladder. You were confused at first when he started doing this, thinking it was just him being kind, but as he kept doing it you realized he was trying to flirt. You finally got the courage to ask him what he was doing a few weeks ago. He started to stutter and blush at the question. 

“I like you, but I really don't know how to flirt. So I just did what the other guys were doing.” you smiled at him, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, why didn’t you say so sooner? I like you too Quinn.” his eyes go wide and he smiles wide. 

He wraps his arms around your waist. You push yourself up against him and peck him on the lips. 

After he confessed, you both got closer. The others started noticing and gave you both shit. You both got annoyed at the teasing. When the kid came along and started to accuse everyone of being a synth. Quinn was dealing with a lot during this time and when he was revealed to be the synth, you stuck by him. When he was crushed, you rebuilt him. You loved him, synth or not. When he finally came back online he was shocked to see you. 

“WHy DiD yOu rebUIld mE?” you cupped his face and smiled. “I love you. I couldn't just leave you there. You were gone and I didn't know what to do. I rebuilt you, and tried to get as many pieces of you as I could. I had to scavenge for some.” his head tilts and you smile. He overused his voicebox. “Rest now, and when you wake up you will be complete.” he shuts his eyes. You continue working on his body as he rests. 

When his body is finished you power him up. His eyes open and he looks right at you. “Hey honey, welcome back to the land of the living. Try moving your joints so I can see if I need to do some adjusting.” he moves his body so he is sitting down and tries to stand up. He sways and you run up and steady him. He wraps his arms around you and bends down. He catches your lips, kissing you. He licks your bottom lip and you open, allowing him entrance. You both battle for dominance, you have only done this with your ex. You give up fighting allowing him to take over. 

He grips your hips and pulls you closer to him. You moan at him, he releases your lips. You pull your shirt off and you start to grind on him. You don't know what you are doing since you haven't had any sexual experience except with Quinn. Even though you were together for a while, you both haven’t gotten past heavy petting. The fiasco at the station didn’t help either. You both couldn't get any alone time with the kid there accusing everyone. You were still a virgin, you were shaking, and your nerves were on edge. 

“We don’t have to do anything. If you’re scared, we can stop.” You shake your head at him and you bend your neck up kissing him. He kisses you back and you grab a handful of his hair. He jumps at this and you pull softly at it. He lets out a moan at this and you let go running your hands down his neck and chest. You have seen him naked since you fixed him up. He was naked already since he just booted up. You could feel his member against you and he pushes your shorts down. You step out of your shorts and he picks you up. Your legs wrapping around his waist. 

He holds you and positions himself at your entrance. “This may hurt” he pushes into you and you can feel the pressure. When he feels resistance he pushes hard and fast into you. you whimper as a small bit of blood comes out as he pulls out a bit. He lets you get adjusted and when you nod to let him know to continue. He starts to thrust into you slowly. Moaning as he thrusts into you, you feel his arms around you. He tightens his hold and thrusts into you faster. You feel your walls tighten and you feel a knot in your stomach. When he hits a spot deep inside you, the knot releases and you feel more wetness. 

He lays you down on the table and flips you over onto your stomach. He holds your hips and thrusts into you hard and fast. You grab the edge of the table and hold on so you don't fall off. He licks up your back to your neck and nibbles it. He grabs your hair and pulls softly. You bend back and your body is arched. He holds your neck to keep you in position. His thrusts speed up and he puts his other hand on your clit, rubbing and pinching it. 

You feel the knot start to tighten again and he moans as you tighten around him. He pushes deep in you while rubbing furiously at your clit. You tighten more and the knot releases, meanwhile you feel him cum inside you. He bends over you releasing your neck and letting you relax. He slowly pulls out of you and his cum drips out of you. He walks over to a shelf and grabs a towel to wipe you off. 

When he finishes wiping you down, he carries you to the shower and washes your body. He massages the knots out of your back and he washes under your breasts. When he washes the soap off of you, he carries you to the bedroom and lays you down on the bed. He comes around the bed and lays next to you, he kisses you on the cheek and you both fall into a dreamless slumber.

[vetuhoh]

ok bb26 preseason picks lets go

matt just gives me big comp threat himbo vibes. he seems (SEEMS) earnest and nice, and as much as people are focused on his anti super fan comment i give him points for it. if you know strategy and show history are not gonna be your strong suits, then sure. fear those players and get them out! makes sense to me. would like it if he ends up in an outsiders alliance given how he talked, but i mean. look at him. one way ticket to the popular kids circle.

joseph seems like he knows EXACTLY what show he's on and is here to win it. laid back enough he could blend into the background, hiding behind the biggest physical threats and louder personalities. the moustache is disarming in a good way. gives me andy wearing strategically non-aggressive shirts. i hope i don't hear from joseph for WEEKS and he reemerges halfway through the game in a strong position. play boring at first buddy i believe in you.

tucker grew on me the more i watched his interview. feels like a really big 'he's gonna either dominate or be out immediately' situation. very fun to watch him talk. i agree with taran's comments though about how his strengths might not work in his favour—he's almost TOO obviously capable... also. i found his job title really amusing. like obviously i don't know his full situation, but seeing 'marketing & sales exec' then looking up his insta to find him exclusively doing modelling shoots for rolex and shit was just like ah. sure!!! why the fuck did i think he was gonna be some cubicle worker.

[twiceinawhile]

here 📝

FINALLY, is the promised quinn fic. me when i write another billmos character on otis' entire birthday (HE MIGHT COME LATER)

i have so much christmas baking to be doing. otis if u can hear me this is for u

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What They Smell Like

This is me remaking this post from my main okay

Luigi Largo

I've said it before and I'll say it again this man does not smell bad!!

He's showering for sure. Daily. I think he does it in the mornings too, so depending on how early you catch him there's a lingering smell of his soap

That said I don't think he smells particularly good. Idk maybe you're really into his soap but overall I don't think he's one of those people who Smells Good (TM)

I said in the first post he's not using fancy products BUT I do think if he was with someone he was very much into he's wearing cologne

And you better pick a good one to compliment him on because one "Oh I like that cologne" and he's wearing it every day until you die

If you buy him a cologne?? Oh, it's over he's only ever wearing that scent and he's stupid cocky if you're obviously pleased he's wearing it. But if you point it out he's brushing it off like it was just convenient

Smell his cheek after he shaves I KNOW he's got a good aftershave

I do think there's a permanent faint blood smell to him but I don't think it's overpowering

I think he has coffee breath sometimes but I also think he really dislikes having it and he's popping breath mints so more often than not it's a minty smell to his breath

And it's SPEARMINT

He tastes like it too Who said that

Amber Sweet

Oh she smells good

Idk if Zydrate has a smell so if it does you can probably smell that on her

But I think she's definitely pampering herself have you seen her?

Scented soaps, lotions, perfumes

If you walk into a room she just left, you can smell her

She smells like Paris Hilton's CanCan scent if it was a thousand times more expensive. Or maybe Heiress.

She gatekeeps what she uses, even if she cares about you. Oh you like her perfume? So does she, fuck off

I have Thoughts about the Largo siblings all being pretty weird about things they view as being Exclusively Theirs, and her products are definitely that in her eyes

If you buy her a perfume, she's definitely smelling it. I don't think she's loyal to a scent, but if she doesn't like it she's throwing it out

If she's fresh off a trip to Graverobber she's got an Outside smell to her. Not sweat exactly (though that's definitely there, too) but yk when you come inside and there's just an outside air smell to you? That

It gets washed off fairly quickly

None of the expensive products can fully mask the sterile smell stuck to her, though

Don't mention it

Blind Mag

She also smells good!

In a more subtle way than Amber

She bathes often, and I do mean bathes Bubble baths for her. She's using fancy soaps and she's relaxing. In that tub til her fingers prune up

Her shampoo smells really good

It's a floral scent but it's not super strong

She's a 'perfume on the neck' girl so it's strongest when you hug her

I don't think she uses a whole lot of perfume

She has a hand lotion she uses but it's definitely not an all over thing

Signature scent for sure. She picked a perfume and she stuck to it

And she's recommending it to everyone. You like her perfume? She's showing you a picture of the bottle

That said, if you picked a perfume for her, I think she'd wear it when she knew she was going to see you

Compliment it!!! She would definitely like to know that you noticed

Definitely a comforting kind of smell. Maybe it's just because she always wears it, so eventually it just becomes a reminder of her

Shares a perfume with your cool, sweet aunt who definitely deserves better from the rest of the family

Nathan Wallace

He showers

That's about all the props I can give him, though

He's a 2-in-1 shampoo guy

He smells like a hospital. Hand sanitizer and Something Vaguely Forboding

I think he showers at night, though

Both because he's at his most disgusting at the end of the day and because he needs a warm shower to help him sleep

I don't think it works I KNOW he's an insomniac

Blood, also, obviously. I think the hospital smell overpowers it a little but if you get too close it's definitely still there

If he had a partner, I think he's using a little cologne on date nights. It's probably an old scent he decided smelled good when he was twenty and he doesn't want to experiment

If you got him one he would wear it but otherwise I don't think he's switching it up

If you acknowledge that he's wearing it it has to be very explicitly a compliment. He will take "Oh is that the cologne I got you?" As "that smells really bad on you never wear it again"

Otis Driftwood

Do I have to say it

He's rank

He bathes two times a year and it's a hose down and MAYBE a bar of soap

Blood, sweat and dirt

In his sheets, too. If you're in his sheets frequently (and I know you are you little freak) you gotta get used to it

Or break your nose until it stops working, I'm sure he'll help with this

Date Idea we destroy one of your senses

His breath is really bad, too

Weed and booze with several weeks worth of morning breath

Don't waste your money on cologne for this man

Not only is he not wearing it, he's making fun of you

Although, if you're with Otis of your own free will, you're probably into being made fun of so if that's the case feel free

I'm not the first person to say this but you can sell him on a shower if you're inviting him into yours

Results vary on how clean either of you actually gets

If you pester him enough he might suffer you messing with his hair for ten minutes. Use it wisely

Baby Firefly

I don't think she smells bad

Definitely nothing super expensive but she's showering regularly

Probably uses any products they manage to find on victims

She's not loyal to a scent, as long as it smells good

At worst, there's a blood and sweat smell

But like I said she showers often so it's not a long lasting scent

In an ideal (for her) world, she's a consistent Bath and Body Works Japanese Cherry Blossom user

Definitely wearing anything you get her!

She's just glad you thought of her! And you have good taste, I know it

Bonus points if the bottle is cute

If you bring up that she's wearing it she hits you with the "Well, duh, silly!"

I think she's the type to spray it on her hair

I think if she has a choice she likes fruity scents best. Maybe some amber

If she has time, I think she would enjoy a bath when given the luxury

RJ Firefly

Another victim to the 2-in-1 epidemic

He showers like once a week so not...great but compared to Otis it's definitely not bad

I don't think he's like. Great with his hair but if it made you happy to do it for him he'll let you

Another guy that can be seduced into a shower but you also can just ask him

"Hey babe you're smelling a little rank, mind showering?" It's that easy

Especially if he's particularly sweaty, bloody, or car-y

Unless he's super tired then he's doing it when he gets around to it

Might use a cologne you got him

Definitely thinks it's a waste of money and probably puts it somewhere and forgets about it most the time

But when he remembers he has it, he'll wear a little

Otis WILL give him shit for it

And probably you, too

Quinn

I said before he smells like a phone and I stand by that

He smells...warm

And not a whole lot else

If it's been a rough day maybe he smells like an electrical fire

I really don't think there's much of a smell to him

He clearly can bathe, but I don't think he needs to unless he gets into something

I think the fact that he can be in a shower probably means he can wear cologne

He might wear one you get him

Another case of "He's going to forget he has it" but every once in a while he'll remember and decide fuck it why not

Hanging a car scenter on him

Same rules, btw, you have to tell me if this made you sniff your phone

Logan Burnhardt

Guys let's be honest

He's just a Guy

He showers regularly but he's hardly pampered

I do think he uses a separate shampoo and conditioner

He uses a bear oil too, I think

Sandalwood

I think he's a regular cologne wearer so yes he would wear one you got him

He doesn't know the name of it

If anyone asks or compliments it he tells them his partner got it for him

He's not trying to gatekeep he's just A Guy </3

He's nice if you mention it

"Of course I'm wearing it, sweetheart, it was a gift."

Bo Sinclair

I sound like a broken record but 2-in-1 </3

Axe body wash

Does wear deodorant on the daily he's pretty good about it

And he's pretty good about showering even if his choice in product is...questionable

Blood, sweat, and car grease are pretty frequent smells on him

Will not shower if you ask him to but if you're casual he'll eventually get around to it on his own

He does not care if he stinks don't even try to bring it up but I don't think he likes being dirty so

If, for whatever reason, he doesn't shower and you really need him to, he's another that can be convinced if you're getting in with him

Suspicious if you get him cologne

Where did you get this? When? You know you're not allowed out of the house without him

Pretend he's not playing 20 Questions about it for a second

Yes he's wearing it

Every day

Bring it up or else

Such a smug jackass about it when you do

Vincent Sinclair

Uhhh I think two or three times a week he showers

Unless he's like. Actually dirty

Particularly bloody or sweaty

Wax smell very much

Another guy I don't think takes very good care of his hair

I just don't think he was ever taught to he entirely fair to him

Please please do his hair for him

I think he would genuinely enjoy it he'd melt

Day to day I think he's a little musty

It's not bad and the more you're with him it probably becomes negligible

Just from being busy with wax all day

Basement smell yk

Yes he's wearing cologne you get him

You got him a gift??? Yes he's using it

Not even wondering where you got it

Compliment him on it and watch him get a little embarrassed you noticed

[ruinix]

Thinking about dad!quinn who’s perfect not only with the newborn baby, but also with mama and he looks smoking hot walking out the hospital-💕

Hey there, lovely. Little confession, sometimes I just stare at my ceiling and think of Quinn and his future kiddos. He'll be such a great dad. I know it. I am a 100% believer of him being the best dad in the future. Do note that I have no idea how delivery rooms are...I've never been pregnant (thank goodness, i am not ready). This one ended up having a little bonus in your POV. As usual, you can skip it if you don't wanna read it... :> I hope you'll like this. 🥺🧎🏻‍♀️

His Little Princess

TW/CW: None, Fluff, a bit suggestive tones. Pregnancy and birthing (Pregnant!reader; mentions of cravings, pain during labor, epidural), Quinn being a fussy partner and dad

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You press a kiss on Quinn’s cheek, making him instantly turn towards you, his hands wrapping around you, so he can kiss you fully on the lips. Not so subtly, he runs his hands over the swell of your belly. His heart flutters in his chest.

“40 weeks, my Love,” he giddily reminds you, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Any time now,” you replied with a giggle. “Just going to sit on my ball.”

Without a word, Quinn escorts you to your yoga ball, his head filling up with worry at the sight of your waddle. He’s always concerned with how your center of gravity has shifted, with how your legs are probably aching, but he won’t dare try to touch you if you’re going to sit on it. You made it perfectly clear that you need your space when you’re doing that, especially when you caught him basically drooling over how your ass looked.

“You want something?” Quinn asks while you settle. “Apples?”

“Yes, please.” You nod happily. “No skin?”

“Anything for you, my Love.” He kisses your head before he turns to prepare apples.

Taking one from the fridge, from the fruit drawer that was brimming with Honey crisp apples, the one you have craved constantly throughout the pregnancy, which are perfectly red with splotches of yellow and green, he easily skins it. He never really knew how to do that before. He would always get huge chunks of apple flesh with the skin, but now, he can remove the skin in a continuous spiral.

“Can you give me a few slices with a bit of skin, Quinny?” you ask loudly as you turn on the TV to watch your show.

“How many?” He asks, finishing the first apple, slicing it into six.

“Just a few.”

Your vague answers don’t faze Quinn anymore. They never do. Before and during this pregnancy. But the way your ass moves right now though, it makes him gulp, secretly praying that you might ask him to help you get the baby out faster. That help meaning you and him gently fucking you, but you’re not. He can only sigh and swallow his horny thoughts.

It only leads to him getting worried and jittery. The baby might come any moment now. The problem is Quinn has always been so jittery all throughout your pregnancy. He tried—still trying—to appear so put together and calm. He must or else he will lose it in a frenzy of nerves. You don’t deserve him crashing out ever. Not when you’ve done so much carrying your—and his—child.

Catching you smoothen your hands over your tummy, he finishes up with your apples. He quickly places it on the table near you, then he softly runs a hand over your stomach, his cheeks burning when you press your hand over his, his soul lurching when the baby kicked right against his palm, his alarm ringing when he sees your wince after another kick.

“She says, hi,” you say in a tight voice.

“Are you okay?” He asks, kneeling on the floor, holding himself back from taking his hand away because you are clenching his fingers tightly. He watches you take deep breaths.

“It was a strong kick,” you sigh. “I’m fine.”

He cannot be contained. He is panicking. The baby kicking so hard had made you sore so many times, yet he cannot get used to it. He hates seeing you in pain.

 Slowly he leans down, pressing a kiss right where he felt the kick. He says, “Take it easy on mommy, Princess.” He kisses again, feeling a softer push just below. “That’s it. Gentle, sweetie.”

“She always listens to you,” you softly say, your eyes shining with tears. “Oh, Quinn, I wanna see her already.”

He reaches up, swiping the tears that fell with his thumbs, then he kisses your cheeks, over the tear tracks, on your lips. He already knows that you’re worrying about your little one “getting stuck” or past due, about pushing her out, about little fingers or toes missing because it’s possible. Anything’s possible and that worries you. It also worries Quinn. So much.

“Me too, my Love. She’s going to be fine,” he eases you. “She’ll be pretty and perfect.”

“What if—”

Quinn cuts you off with a small peck on the lips. “It will be okay. No matter what. She’ll be perfect.”

“Promise?” You stare at him with wide eyes.

“Yes. I promise.” He nods, offering you a slice of apple. The worry in your eyes dissipates as you accept it. “Scoot over so I can watch too.”

You grin, expertly maneuvering yourself, while he settles on the couch. He tries to watch the show, but nerves are bubbling up his throat. Something just feels off. Still, as usual, he settles, reminding himself that it would be okay. He keeps looking at you to ground himself. You look so peaceful while you watch the show and munch on your apple, taking little sips of your well-decorated water bottle.

Right now, you can easily get spooked, so Quinn keeps his worries to himself. Although, all he wants to do is hover over you, make sure you’re all safe and comfortable like he always did throughout the pregnancy. 

He does his best, because it’s what you deserve. Every craving you ask for—no matter how late you suddenly craved it, no matter how tired he was—is provided. The only thing he asked for was to press his ears and hands against your belly, to feel the little baby inside, even when she was still so small. When he was on the road, he would use Uber to get them for you or bribe your friends and his to deliver exactly what you wanted.

He wonders now if you need a massage. He loved doing that. Your feet. Your ankles. Your legs. Your back. Even your breasts. They’re always so tender. He makes sure to press kisses on your skin, right where you’re aching, muttering his apologies, and praises and compliments about how strong and amazing you are. Because you are.

His eyes follow your feet that are planted on the floor. You’re wearing the grippy socks that you bought online with cute bears on them. The sight of them makes him feel giddy. You have quite the selection of socks now. He always inspects them when he kneels and helps you into your shoes, doing your laces or straps. Sometimes he will mentally curse at the shoehorn that you purchased—technically it’s for both of you but he rarely uses it—while he also thanks its existence because it helps you whenever he’s not home.

The number of times you two went out shopping. He can still feel his excitement from those sprees. He took it upon himself to listen and be attentive to the quality of everything. Durability. Longevity. Comfort. He had taken out his phone as soon as the shop clerk finished explaining the features to look up reviews on YouTube or TikTok. Thank fuck for those apps. Nothing had hopefully escaped him. He would be so critical until you told him what you wanted with the reason being “just because”. Quinn gladly agreed—still will today—and bought whatever it is.

When it comes to clothes, he still feels mushy at the memory of the little pajamas, dresses, onesies, mittens, socks, bibs, and beanies. They’re all so fucking cute. Plus, the way you smiled while you were looking at them got him falling for you again and again. You just looked so at ease, so excited, so happy. He is happy too.

When you two shopped for maternity clothes, all the help he could do was to hold everything you chose and wait while you fit them all. Everything is so amazing on you. For every outfit, he felt his knees grew so fucking weak that he had to sit down, gazing at you with hearts for eyes, his chest squeezing at the mere sight of your beauty and at the sight of your tummy being showcased by the clothes. Every time you two came home, he would be severely attached to you. He cried his eyes out while he hugged you so tightly. He can’t help himself. He just loves you so much and you are carrying his child. Even now, you are wearing leggings and a flowery shirt that cinches under your breasts and flares like a dress. You are so effortlessly beautiful and hot.

When you stand up to get something from the kitchen, his eyes follow you. He wants to come up behind you and take all your weight with his big hands securely lifting your belly. He’s done it so many times after he saw it in TikTok and he will do it again. However, he just ends up staring at you from the couch, truly mesmerized. He always is.

Back to that app, it really helped him a lot. There are lots of mothers there that shared their experiences—in addition to the help he received from his Mom—which helped him prepare the hospital bags for you and the baby. Those bags are already in the car, waiting for the big day. On top of all that, he also finished stocking the nursery just a week ago.

Quinn is proud that he did his diligent research. Maybe, a tad too diligent, because when he offered you his servitude for your perineal massage—which he had heard about after he went into deep, deep scrolling through natural birth—he confused you so much. It was understandable because what the fuck is a perineal, right?

You thought Quinn was being fucking horny—which he is always. But then, after a lengthy doctor’s appointment, it was explained and suggested since you were in your 34th week. He wasn’t blind that you got embarrassed for not believing him and clearly you were expecting him to gloat. He didn’t. Why would he? It would’ve hurt you and him. So he said the same words he had said before when he was still suggesting it, “I will help you.”

The waterworks that day were long. He didn’t let go of you until your tears were dried, until you two fell asleep instead of starting the massage. You spent the whole next day trying to do the massage without you laughing at Quinn’s look of focus.

“I need to pee,” your voice breaks him out of his daydreaming.

“Do you need help?” He’s already standing when you shake your head. “Oh.”

“Oh,” you repeat, mimicking his voice. You laugh, making your cheeks flush. “You are so silly, Quinn.”

He watches you disappear in the hallway. His hands start to shake from the nerves. He needs a clear view of you. The need to stand outside the bathroom and wait for you is making him jumpy. He tries to settle himself, rubbing a hand over his chest, sitting down then standing back up again. He starts to pace. It really, really, really feels like something is off.

Minutes pass.

The feeling just expands and expands, festering the longer he doesn’t see you.

He needs—

Then he hears you call his name.

Quinn never ran so fast.

“What? What is it?” Quinn asks, opening the door so quickly. He finds you sitting on the toilet. Your eyes are so wide. Your calmness is the only thing that’s keeping him from losing it because for some reason, he knows. “What is it?”

“I thought I peed myself…but my water broke.” You carefully stand. “I want to change first.”

“Okay,” he nods.

He quickly supports you. He’s trying his best not to panic, but his hands are shaking as he helps you out of your clothes, into a new dress, into sandals. He’s dissociating. Everything is blurring and the only thing keeping him afloat is the feel of your hands gripping his. He can barely function as he does your seatbelt. He tries to calm down, but he is fraying, panting as he falls to his knees with his eyesight blurring.

“The stuff.” He grips your hand. “I need to get our—”

“Quinn,” you firmly say. Your other hand finding his cheek, urging him to look at you. He does. “You’ve prepared this car weeks ago. The bags are in the trunk. Get it together, Q.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out. He finally gets the strength to stand. “We need to hurry.”

He rounds the car, only to realize he doesn’t have his fucking key. He nearly bolts until your hand rests on his shoulder.

Softly and unhurriedly, you give him the car keys. “We have precious cargo, Q. Please drive safely,” you say, giving him a nod.

“I will.”

The car ride to the hospital is quick. Quinn takes that time to calm down, to ground himself. He manages that, not losing his head when your contractions started halfway through the ride. He didn’t spiral then. He has collected and tucked his frayed edges. He manages to get you safe in the hospital and now both of you are in a labor room with the bags stored on the couch.

He’s on you, gripping your hands when you let out a pained groan. He listens to the labor nurses, gulping down the panic that still tries to come up, because he will not stress you over him again. You are going through so much. You need him whole. And he is.

He attentively watches the doctor check the baby through an ultrasound, sighing in relief that the little princess is still in prime position and your cervix is slowly dilating. No C-section is needed. Just like what you wanted, but the contractions are truly getting to you. Every groan and moan of pain, every squeeze of his hand, every sob is getting to him. His heart squeezes in a painful way. Even more so, when your labor progresses, which means the interval of contractions is more frequent.

"It hurts, Quinn. Hurts,” you cry out, breaking his heart. "I need something. I can't. Make it stop."

You don’t need to tell him twice. He shouts for a nurse to get the forms. He understands that you’re asking for an epidural and you’ll get it. Whatever you need he’ll give it to you. As the nurse explains the consent forms, you grip his arms tightly, sitting up. He helps you change your position, on your knees and the headboard. The nurse sets up a bar for you to grip. 

“You’ll be okay, mama,” the nurse eases, tucking the forms into her arms, stepping out.

Quinn almost yells for them to hurry the fuck up, but the anesthesiologist appears to administer it. The yelp coming from you makes him twitch. He almost punches the specialist who explains it will work in ten-to-twenty minutes. Why the fuck not immediately? He wants to demand that. He just needs you not be in pain.

“I’m here, my Love,” he whispers, kissing your temples as you sag against him. He wipes your sweat with a soft towel. “You are doing amazing.”

“How are you so calm? You were panicking an hour ago,” you hiss, groaning as another contraction run through you.

Quinn isn’t calm now. He’s losing his shit. He worries about you. He worries about the little one. An hour. It has been an hour. He doesn’t know if that’s normal. He wants to search it up, but he doesn’t want you to see him fucking fumble with his phone when you’re doubling in pain. He wants to ask the nurse, but he doesn’t want to leave you. He wants to call his parents who are on their way to Vancouver and his brothers who are still in New Jersey.

He may have tucked away his frayed edges, but they are still unravelling. He is unravelling. Inwardly. He can’t tell you about it. So, he presses soft kisses on your shoulders when you shift to lay down.

“No words, Q?” You sigh in relief, your grip on him loosening. “It’s working. I think.”

“Yeah?” he asks. You nod, blinking at him. He knows you’re still waiting for his answer while he wipes away your sweat. “I’m okay. Don’t worry about me.”

“What if I don’t want more kids in the future?” You blurt out just as a nurse walks in. The nurse clears her throat, doing her business of checking your status. Your attention burns into his soul. “Q?”

“I’ll get a vasectomy,” he says in a low tone, clearly aware of another person’s attention. The nurse is a bit…nosy. Why is she not going away? What the fuck.

“What?” you ask, looking so confused.

“I mean it. You hated your birth control so you will not be going back to that.” He tucks your hair behind your ears. “If you don’t want more kids, then I don’t too.”

Ever since he met you, whatever makes you happy makes him happy. Genuinely. He is so attuned to you. Everything he does is for you. He needs you to be happy and be you. That’s all he wants. All he needs. Because you breathe life into him now. His heart beats inside yours. You’ve taken it from him since before you married, since before you accepted him as your boyfriend, since before you met each other.

Quinn doesn’t want to take his heart back.

It will be yours.

Forever.

Until you two grow old.

Until you two find each other in the next life.

“I mean it. Just tell me what you want. I’ll make it happen.” Quinn grips your hand. He leans for a kiss but stops when the nurse stands up.

“You two are so sweet, but you’re crowning now, mama,” the nurse announces.

Maybe Quinn spoke too soon. He is spiraling. The obstetrician and labor nurses come in. He’s helped into a hospital gown and a hair cap over his head. His ears are ringing as he holds your hand. He can’t focus on what’s happening. He’s just there. His lips are moving and whispering encouragement into your ear, but he’s gone.

Gone until loud cries break him out of the haze.

The little princess—his and yours—is so small as they bring her to your chest. Quinn’s heart tumbles at the sight of you cooing and welcoming her. Such a little one who is still wet yet so incredibly red, crying her eyes out, showing off her strong lungs. His eyes fill up with tears because she is so beautiful like you.

“You’re amazing,” Quinn sobs, kissing your head, kissing a soft peck on your lips. “I love you so much, my Love. You did it. You are so strong.”

“Oh, Quinn,” you sniffle. “She got all her fingers and toes.”

She does. Now you don’t need to worry. He doesn’t need to worry.

“Look at her ears. They’re so hairy.”

“Hairy? Just a bit fuzzy,” he thinks, gazing at his daughter’s ears. He can’t help but look between you and the baby. He can’t even hear the doctor announcing that you will be delivering your placenta next. He’s cataloging your shared features. “Nose. Definitely your nose. Your lips.”

While she also has your smile? Quinn hopes she does. You have the prettiest smile.

“She got a little birthmark behind her ear,” he says out loud. You and one of the nurses look. It’s the slightest birthmark. Just two shades darker than the baby’s complexion. It’s almost like…

“It’s like a little heart,” the nurse remarks.

Quinn nods. His heart almost melts when his little one finally stops crying, getting more at ease with the world. He quickly starts snapping some photos, smiling when you grin so proudly. You should be proud.

He almost jumps when it’s his turn for a skin-to-skin contact. He nearly vibrates as he made to sit down after you deliver your placenta and the baby is brought against this chest.

It finally clicks in his head how small his baby is. He can cover her whole back with his hand. When he reaches for the curled-up fist, he chokes at how little her fingers are.

Then those fingers just open and clasp around his pinky.

Immediately, he looks towards you. His tears fall in heaps. He can barely see you as he feels the soft steady breaths of the baby, her heart beating quite fast. Is it supposed to be this fast? He doesn’t fucking know. Maybe it’s just his heart? No. It’s not. His little baby’s heart. Oh, so precious.

He blinks hard, keeping the tears away, looking around to see if someone is panicking, but no one is. He hears snippets of words.

“She’s healthy baby.”

“Needs to get cleaned up.”

“You did well, mama. No tears.”

“Thank goodness. Quinn, did you heart that? The massages worked,” you say in a soft yet exhausted voice. That has him in full alert, watching you so intently. You still look pretty, but you are blinking so slowly. A smile is on your face as you reach for him. He stands, holding his daughter securely, giving her to you when your hand runs over her back. “Just want to sleep a bit.”

“Is that normal?” He asks the doctor and nurses who clearly see his distress as you fucking pass out. “My wife—”

“Is fine, Mr. Hughes,” a nurse says, giving him a reassuring nod. “It’s normal to be exhausted after you gave birth. She’s fine. No excessive bleeding. We will clean up and we’ll take your little one in a few.”

He nods, not knowing what else to do, so he leans closer to you, brushing your hair away, brushing his knuckles gently over the baby’s cheek. Oh, so soft. His heart melts when she tries to open her eyes. He gasps when she somehow manages. Just a quick flutter that exposes her eyes are the color of his. His. His baby girl has his eyes.

He starts crying again, sobbing into your hair.

He can’t help it.

He’s feeling so much love, and it comes out as tears.

At some point, he doesn’t know how much time has passed, but someone is helping him to calm down as his unnamed baby is taken away for necessary checkups. He knows she’s in good hands, so he stays with you, not even stepping out of the room so the forms are being brought to him. He feels guilty for being such a fucking diva for that, but he can’t leave you. He doesn’t think he can even step out of the room without crashing out.

Then he makes his calls, going through the list of his contacts, telling everyone about his perfect baby girl in whispered yet prideful tone. His hand is wrapped around yours.

“She got her nose and her lips, Mom. Got the fuzziest ears,” he sniffles. “So perfect.”

He finishes his last call. Gazing at you, he feels his emotions overflowing once more. For the last time before you wake up, he cries.

A promise forms in his heart, carving itself deeper that he will carry it every day of his life.

He promises to protect his little one and live for her.

He’ll love her as he loves you.

˚｡⋆ ❀ ˖ Bonus: Your POV ˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚

When it’s time to be discharged, you stare at Quinn who carefully helps you into a wheelchair. He has been fussing over you for the whole stay. His cheeks are still flushed when he notes your dress—as if he didn’t buy it with you—after his arrival from a quick trip to the car and the reception area for your discharge papers. He’s so cute. Always so gentle. Even more so now when he greets your daughter, calling her his princess, before he lifts her up from the hospital bassinet.

You heard and saw him cry so much. Your Quinn has been on an emotional roller-coaster as you have. He looks at you with so much warmth and affection, so much pride for you and your baby, so much love and adoration, so much want that you can’t even think about how different your body is now. You told him that you might not want another child, and he replied something about a vasectomy. He’s always putting you first. And it’s clear he will be putting your daughter first too.

You can already see her getting so spoiled but also keeping her well-behaved. Quinn has that air of being the perfect dad.

You just know it and you’ll be right next to him in caring for the little one.

Honestly, you don’t even know if you want another child or not. That’s okay. Never once in your life did Quinn rush you to a decision. Always so patient and kind. But the way he’s staring at you, you might be leaning on the former. He looks so hot in his white linen shirt and khaki shorts. If he doesn’t stop dressing like that, it will be a quick decision.

But you won’t say that just yet.

You just gave birth.

Again, there’s no use to rush.

“Here she is, my Love. All bundled up.” Quinn grins as he presents his baby girl.

“You swaddled her up so well, Quinny,” you chuckle, holding her securely, softly and lightly caressing the little mark behind her fuzzy ear.

It’s still so amusing to you how hard Quinn insisted that her ears are just fuzzy and not hairy. You don’t think that he knows that it will be gone in a few weeks. It’s always so refreshing knot that he doesn’t know everything, because this man had researched quite a lot. Sometimes it amazes you. Sometimes it annoys you. Because, seriously, how can someone—a first time dad—know so much more than you? Still, it’s what makes Quinn the best.

“All settled?” he asks, kissing your cheek, his three-day-old scruff feels so rough and nice.

“Yes. I wanna go home now. Our parents are waiting,” you remind him. You see the way he pursed his lip in a tight line, his eyebrows frowning, so you scold him, “You can’t monopolize our princess, Quinn.”

Luckily, all of your parents are understanding that you two prefer them not to visit in the hospital, that you two just needed the calm to settle your little one, but the three-day stay has you already wanting to show off your daughter. Quinn looks like he just wants to keep you and his baby to himself. Like a mighty dragon hoarding his golden treasures. Gosh, he’s so silly, hoarding you to himself after he gloated so much over the phone calls and video calls.

“Quinny,” you whine, pouting that has him immediately melting.

“Fine,” he sighs, booping your daughter’s nose which got her cooing. You two go still at the how delicate she moves which is barely since she is still sleeping. “They need to be quiet.”

“Quinn, you already told them that.” You chuckle as he grumbles while pushing the wheelchair.

He told everyone that they need to be quiet. He’s already getting too protective over the little one. He’s firm with the no-kisses rule, hand washing, and facemasks. You try to tell him that the masks can go, but he won’t have it. You saw how his hackles were rising and the panic in his eyes were doubling, so you agreed. You ended up consoling him for ten minutes, telling him that your and his parents agreed.

“Maybe they should stay at a hotel.” Quinn hovers over you as you stand up and place the little princess in her baby seat.

“We got lots of room, Quinny.” You let him secure the seatbelt, seeing the way he blinks his tears away. “She’ll be okay.”

“You’ll be okay?” He steps into your space, his arm going around you. “I don’t want them to overwhelm you. You need to rest.”

Oh, he’s worrying about you.

You reach up, your heart beating harder in your chest when he leans his head into your touch. “I’ll be fine. They’re also excited to meet our baby. I want them to see how she looks like you and did you hear? They’re preparing dinner for us. Our moms told me they got some tricks to show me.”

You can see his brain going into a full overload. He’s overthinking again, so you rest your forehead against his. You feel his shuddering sigh as you give him a small kiss.

“Just tell me if you get uncomfortable with anything.”

“Okay,” you say. It’s clearly not enough so you add, “I promise.”

A beautiful smile spreads on his face. He’s so handsome. Your stomach is filling up with butterflies. You swoon as he opens your door for you and do your seatbelt. You silently watch him round the car and enter. You can’t help but think that he’s so perfect and that you are so lucky.

[centaurivee]

Btw I watched the House of 1000 Corpses trilogy and I'm just as weird about Otis Driftwood as I am about Luigi Largo make no mistake

[macabremadnesss]

He's always on my mind

[ivy475]

It is time to reblog this again for all of us

Some risque Bill Moseley gifs from the movie crash and burn

[cineatros]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁thorns of love ౨ৎ lara raj

men, the most absurd of God's creature

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 poison ivy!lara x harley quinn!reader ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 headcanons!

.ᐟ cw: injuries, violence, kissing, seduction, partners in crime

So many people to kill...so little time

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara who loves to give you plants 'cause you keep telling her it feels lonely whenever she goes out.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara where she sometimes use her pheromones whenever you two fight so that you could relax and let her explain everything.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara where she has a secret playlist 'bout you in her work laptop and she plays it whenever she misses you (which is always)

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara who adores you—the only one immune to her toxins. during your heists, the moment you're hurt, your power surges, bodies dropping instantly. Lara cradles your face, whispering, "My deadly darling, they should know better than to touch what's mine." She ensures you never bleed, not out of fear—but because she loves watching you choose to kill.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara loves sharing facts about plant and you're just tuning her out when it gets too much

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara knows you love watching her plan—the way your eyes light up as she maps out escape routes, picks the perfect time, and lists tools like it’s an art form. She plays into it, sketching out heists with extra flair, just to see you grin. “Enjoying the show, yn?” she teases, smirking.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara where she seduce you by using her pheromones whenever you're mad at her or too busy for her.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara where during heists, Lara, ever the strategist, keeps you in check with her chlorokinesis. The moment they start rambling or giggling too loud, Lara’s vines gently wrap around their mouth, silencing them with an exasperated yet fond look. “Quiet, love,” she whispers. “Unless you want every guard in Gotham on us.” you just grin behind the leaves.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara who loves kissing your wounds after the heist cause its her way by healing you.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara where she sings to you everytime you can't sleep.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara who almost kills joker with her poison emission when he tried manipulating you to join him again.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara where as soon as Batman’s batarang sliced your arm, Lara’s eyes darkened with fury. Vines shot from the ground, wrapping around the Dark Knight, tightening with her every breath. "Don’t hurt my baby," she hissed, stepping in front of you like a shield. Her fingers traced your wound, her touch gentle despite the rage burning in her veins. "You okay, love?" she whispered, voice soft for you alone. Batman struggled, but Lara's wrath was an unyielding force of nature.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara where you gear up for the mission—with the squad, tightening your gloves and Lara grabs your wrist, pulling you close. Her emerald eyes flicker with worry, lips parted as if debating something—then, without warning, she crashes her lips onto yours. The kiss is deep, almost desperate, her fingers curling into your collar. "Come back to me, okay?" she murmurs against your lips, her voice softer than usual. With a smirk, you wink. "Anything for you, Red." Then, you're gone.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara who always insists on trying to lift your mallet, even though she knows she can’t. She grips the handle, straining for a moment before sighing. Then, with a sly smirk, she extends her vines, wrapping them around the mallet and swinging it effortlessly. You lean against the wall, watching in amusement as she twirls it like it weighs nothing.

‧₊˚ ⋅ poison ivy!lara where after every date, she guides you onto the balcony, her fingers laced with yours. The moonlight spills over her as she lifts her hands, coaxing delicate blooms to life around you. Petals unfurl, vines curl along the railing, and the air fills with the scent of fresh roses. She twirls you into her arms, her lips brushing your ear. "Dance with me, love," she whispers, swaying you beneath the stars, her heart blooming only for you.

a/n: mystique megan next !!