#why do i find so much comfort in this crazy bastard

[fluffyselfships]

depression has been so so bad recently so i managed to scrape up enough spoons to draw myself some comfort art,,

[crusty-chronicles]

HxH Men Throwing Down with their S/O's Plushies

Synopsis: How hxh men react to your plushie collection, and if they'd fight them when you're not there.

An: I'm tired of all the fine men being ignored in the HxH fandom. Here's a Valentine's Day special of some of my favorites who are always overlooked for the most white bread, cardboard personality, toxic men.*cough cough* adult trio* cough cough*

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Leorio 🩺

100% fights your plushies

Without a doubt he throws down with them when you're not there. Even when you're in the room he's throwing hands.

And it is personal 😤

You've caught him on several occasions saying- "Think you can sleep next to my girl/man and get away with it?!? You homewrecker!!!!”

It's honestly really funny to see him put one of your giant bears in a headlock.

But you have to stop him before he tears it because those things are expensive goddamit.

“Leave him alone. I've had him for about ten years and I doubt you could find me another one. So drop him,” you lecture.

And he begrudgingly drops your big teddy bear. But not before complaining that you love it more than him.

All pouty and upset until you kiss his cheek and reassure him.

“Babe, they're not alive. You have absolutely no competition for my heart.”

He knows that, but they're everywhere. Watching him with their beady little eyes from their place on your bed.

Which reminds me-

He piledrives your little plushies when you're not in the room.

If he had it his way, they'd all be locked away somewhere.

But because he loves you with his whole heart, he moves them away from your side of the bed to his.

What? Those little bastards thought they'd get to sleep next to you when he's home? Not a chance!

He hates them for the attention you give them, but he also contributes to your collection.

Whenever he's got funds to spare, he'll bring you home a new addition.

With the condition that you give him twice as many cuddles ☝️

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Ging 🎣

He's a little less aggressive than Leorio, but he still fights your plushies.

And he fights with the intent to win.

Which more often than not leads them to getting ruined.

Tackles the absolute hell out of your big plushies. Then he'll jab it's stomach a few times.

“Getting a little too comfortable on my side, Jeremiah?”

If they're on the bed, they're on the floor when you get back.

Doesn't really do it for jealousy, but because he thinks your reaction is funny.

He'll throw one of the smaller ones off and you let out the most offended gasp.

“You stop that right now! You're gonna get him dirty! And I can't put him in the washer!”

He comes up with excuses too, just to see how much you'll let him get away with.

“That one was looking at me funny.” “You've got a place on your bed for each and every one of those little shittlings, but absolutely no room for me. It's not fair.” “I didn't get you that one, so it's under the bed where it belongs.”

The answer: you let him get away with a lot. You secretly think it's cute, but it's annoying how filthy he gets them.

He also steals them from time to time.

Totally not because he likes having something of you when he's away. What? You're crazy 🙄🙄🙄

He'll complain, but he'll always get you replacements for the ones he damages. He'll even get you the jumbo versions of the little ones.

Just because he loves you, despite his lackluster way of showing it.

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Morel 🚬

He's pretty respectful about it

Does not fight them.

But, every man has his weakness.

So there are times when he'll pick one of the smaller ones up and inspect it. Right before he squeezes it completely in his hand.

Why does he do it? Just because.

They're like little stress balls

And it's during one of these moments of weakness that you catch him.

“You're choking out my poor frog! Let him go before his eye pops out!”

And he laughs. He thinks it's sweet how much you love these things.

Even if you've got them on shelves and they stare into his soul at night.

He makes it a habit not to smoke or use his ability in front of them.

They hold too much sentimental value to you. And the last thing he wants is for you to get upset.

But the squishing? It doesn't stop.

It's like they're begging to be smooshed.

And you never fail to get after him every time.

“Quit abusing my babies!” You scold before taking back your stuffed rabbit.

He lets you have another bed to put all your plushies on.

He's a big man 😤😤😤 He can't afford space to share with them. He also likes to sleep next to his partner undisturbed, thank you 😤.

Also contributes to your collection.

And we're not talking every once and a while.

He's got that hunter money, so if you see something you want, it's yours

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Knov 👔

Arguably the most mature of the bunch

Your precious little babies are safe from him

It doesn't even cross his mind to fight them

That being said, your plushies aren't allowed on the bed at all ☹️

“I refuse to have my sleeping space occupied by that thing.” He said, gesturing to a very well loved seal plush. One of its eyes missing.

“What’s wrong with Samuel?”

“Look at it. The poor thing's traumatized. And you're gonna end up choking on its stuffing.”

They aren't even allowed in the bedroom on shelves.

However☝️, he does end up doing something special for you because of how much you adore your plushies.

He lets you dedicate one entire room to your collection. Buy a little bed for you to put them on. Even gets special shelves installed for you.

That's their room and theirs alone.

Also encourages you to get more now that you have ample space for them.

Every trip/mission he leaves for, he always makes sure to bring you something back.

Whether it be one of the huge bears or a little keychain plush, he gets it for you.

Definitely not a man afraid to spend on his S/O and their interest.

He also doesn't bat an eye at the attention you give them.

They mean a lot to you, but so does he judging by the way you're always ready to compromise

That and the way you cuddle closer to him at night and say-

“You're a whole lot better than even my softest of plushies.”

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Knuckle 🐕

On a bad day, it's on sight.

Always the bigger ones too

“What're you looking at?” And then he'll wrestle whatever poor plush caught his eye first.

But he feels incredibly bad about it afterwards

Picking up your little dinosaur nugget plush with tears in his eyes.

“I'm so sorry. You're mother's/father's gonna kill me for this.”

Even goes as far as to stitch up any little holes if he damaged them.

What can I say? He's a total softie

Like many of the men on here, he does contribute to your collection.

But you also inadvertently make him start his own 💀

You'll buy one for yourself and because it needs a friend, you buy another.

Only to gift it to him because ‘They’re dating like us.’ 🥺

That's how it starts.

You start buying plushies in pairs.

One for you and one for him.

It never fails to make Knuckle cry.

“Babe really? You didn't have to.”

And he's cradling the little dog plush you got him with such care. Like it's the most delicate thing in the world.

He, of course, makes sure to get another set to pay you back.

Plushies in the bed?

100%

No complaints here.

Even memorizes the names of all of them.

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Kurapika ⛓️

He simply does not have the energy to fight your plushies

He comes home tired and drained, understandably. And the first thing he does is collapse on the bed, right on top of them.

Doesn't think twice about it. In fact, he likes the extra cushion they provide.

And you don't mind all that much either. Kurapika does a lot. He's been through a lot.

If he wants to rest right on top of your plushies, he's more than welcome.

However, when he's not completely exhausted, he's mean to them ☹️

He'll push off the ones on his side of the bed to make space for himself. And he will not pick them up

Or he'll hide the one you usually snuggle with at night so he can cuddle you himself.

He just wants your warmth after a long day. Is that so much to ask for?

“Kurapika, have you seen my octopus plush anywhere?”

And he'll look away guiltily before mumbling a ‘No. Can't say that I have.’

But he always puts it back when he knows he'll be gone for a while.

He knows it brings you comfort, and who is he to take that away from you.

He does get pouty when you give them extra attention.

“I've been gone for a month and you're too busy cleaning that thing to greet me.” He complains.

Only for you to get up and wrap your arms around him. Giving his cheek a smooch before saying-

“You know you're precious to me. But I wouldn't be so busy cleaning my baby if you'd stop leaving him on the floor.”

He makes it up to you everytime by getting you another one.

He always makes sure to pick you something up when he comes back from searching for his clan's eyes.

A little thank you for always waiting for him and giving endless patience.

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Kite 🪁

Another man whom your plushies are safe from

He's supportive of your collection, but all he asks is that they don't take up the entire bed.

If they do, he's a little mean about it and organizes them all on your side.

That's about as far as he goes with messing with them.

He definitely builds you shelves to keep them in

Again, the less of them in the bed, the more space you two have.

He thinks it's cute how much you care about them, and likes to indulge you by asking how you got them.

He listens to each and every story you have and why each plush is special to you.

Safe to say, this man does not get jealous

A piece of fluff with stuffing is the last thing he's worried about

That being said, he contributes less frequently to your collection than the other men on this list

He limits them to special occasions like your birthday or an anniversary.

Why?

He wants to make sure each one is attached to a special moment so you hold them just as dear as your other ones.

An import memory that you're able to hold onto

He's also careful around your plushies.

He doesn't wanna get them dirty or accidentally tear them because of how much they mean to you.

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Wing 👓

This man right here is a 10/10

The absolute sweetest man

The thought doesn't even cross his mind to throw down with your plushies

In fact, he prides himself on taking care of them while you're out

Dusting them off, reorganizing them, stitching up any little holes he sees

Also someone who goes out of his way to memorize all their names.

Knows each one by heart because he always listens intently when you talk about them

Your big dinosaur?

That's Chungus.

The little raccoon?

Sylvester.

You want the plushies in bed?

Of course! Each one has their own special place. And he makes sure there's enough space for the both of you.

If he's got money to spare, he's definitely gonna get you something.

You don't even have to ask, he's already bringing you home a little duck plush that Zushi thought you'd like. What can he say? The kid adores you

This man doesn't get jealous whatsoever

In fact, you're the one who ends up getting pouty because he's taking fantastic care of your plushies.

“Honey, I want cuddles.” You whine.

And he's cleaning off one of your bears with a damp rag.

“In a minute, dearest. You got him dirty last night.”

But as soon as he's done, you've got his full attention

He just knows how much you love those things and wants you to be able to cherish them for as long as possible.

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 💕💕💕💕

[vcill]

Heya 🫰🏻

Could I request something like "What the brothers would say to you to get you into the mood"?

I love your writing and am very curious about your ideas 👀

Thanks for requesting!

Lucifer:

He's the devil for a reason.

Would act the complete opposite then how he's usually does in bed.

If you have a praise kink, time to go crazy!!

Starts off innocent, probably asks you to sit on his lap and tell him about your day.

Will listen to every word, if you say you did well on test he'll tell you how proud he is to be able to be with someone so smart and pretty/handsome.

If it's the opposite, and you ended up failing, instead of one of his many lectures, he tells you it's okay and he'll give you extra help next time.

Slowly starts to rub your thigh or back as you continue giving you kisses here and there.

Hums in acknowledgment as you continue on about your day. Probably moves you from his desk towards his bed.

Lays you down on your stomach and will tells you it's a massage but the slick bastard won't say what kind.

You'll definitely find out once his cold his slip down in to your clothes and start toying with you .

Tells you to keep talking as he continues, if you asked what he's done the only response is: "Don't worry about it sweet thing, why don't you continue where you left off, hm?"

Next thing you know, he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow while still making you tell him about your day, if you stop, he stops.

If you ended up not doing too well in the school day, its a slap on the ass for each thing that you told him.

Pretty much is just comforting then uses it against you.

This is pretty much one of the "softer" ways he gets you in the mood, even if you somehow don't catch on right away.

Mammon:

Once again, Mammon did something to get in trouble. If it wasn't with Lucifer, then probably the witches, or his brothers- maybe even Diavalo.

Regardless, this is probably the right time this week and it wasn't even Wednesday day.

Even Lucifer was shocked how much trouble the second one was being.

After another lecture, Mammon showed up to your room still in a pouty mood from earlier.

The least he wanted was another lecture, which is why before you could even start, he cut you off.

"How 'bout we make a deal, yeah?"

Now you know better then to make deals with him, considering all the other times he made one with that had you ended up being stuffed full and exhausted.

But if it could stop his behavior, then so be it.

For the next 7 days, he acted like an angel. Being nice to his brothers, paying off some debt. Even studying. (Everyone was shocked, even you)

But the real action was when he was with you.

"Ya like it when I'm a good boy, right?"

Acts so submissive and even asks and begs you to do things that he would never had done before.

"Promise I'll be good, I'll always be good for ya, I'm your little mambaby ain't I?"

If you're into it, he'll add a bit of mommy/daddy kink into the mix.

But of course with him m acting like this, how could you not want to treat him let me a good boy?

Always asks if you want him touch, lick , suck or bite a certain part of you, and when you say yes, you think you see Simeon in the purgatory hall.

Of course he totally wasn't trying to plan this. Totally.

Leviathan:

Roleplay all the way with this man.

I feel like this is the only time where he REALLY feels confident.

Starts off with something corny, probably from a video game like "The mighty prince Leviathan, has once again slain the dragon. Now to find the princess/princess!"

You'll be laying on his bed, striking a dramatic pose "Thank you thy knight! For saving me, you shall receive a special award."

"I am glad my great efforts receive such praise, I'll do my best to serve your highness"

Honestly you two being very silly and goofy but turned on nonetheless.

While giggling, he kissing your neck while le giving you a few special marks, calls them protection stamps. (IDK what to call them just something goofy 😭)

Puts you before him, will kiss every part of you and go down, while he does he describes every part of you in such great detail.

"Your majesty brings me such bliss."

"Will the knight let me sit on my throne?''

"You own everything in this kingdom my prince/princess, take what's yours."

The confidence surge in him would be so hot, he's making sure you are definitely treated as a royal should be. Maybe even more then Barbatos treats Diavolo.

Other roleplays could as be a masquerade ball where you two fuck as strangers but turns out you know each other all along.

Forbidden lovers, needing to stay quiet to not get caught.

Or as if you were trapped in a video game, and new to fuck to get out. (This one might actually happen knowing him).

He's a silly stinky otaku but we love him 💕

Satan:

A little similar to Levi.

Maybe after reading a spicy/romance book he gets into the mood.

Starts off quoting after certain books he's read to see if you remember.

When you repeat the other half correctly, he gets so turned on for some reason. If you don't remember he still will but not in the same way. (Sadistic and Satan both start with a S for a reason.)

Depending on if you answer, he'll continue on, the part he's reciting most likely from a smut.

"They lay there, with not a care in the world, unknowing of what the creature lurking might do."

Even if you are getting fucked mercilessly, you still have lines to say!!

"They moaned the creature fucking Them better then any human could."

(Spoiler alert: They love the monster 🤭)

If not roleplay, he'll have your read the book instead, making sure to exactly get to the spicy part.

While you read it aloud, he starts touching you. Slowly rubbing up and down your area, may even go down on you while you read it.

Better yet does the same thing you describe in the book. If the creature is throat fucking the MC, get prepared.

Every single position you also find yourself in, some of these you never knew even existed, but can't help but to moan like a fucking animal.

If the book had pictures, you would match it completely once you were done reading.

He'll continue reading until he gets to another smutty part, in which it's your turn to read.

And mostly likey get your brains fucked out. 👌🏾

Asmodeus:

Ooo boy

When is he not trying to turn you on?

Asmo has a very very high sex drive, which is obvious with how many past partners he's had.

Cause of this, y'all are pretty much fucking 24/7.

Isn't afraid to hide when he wants you, you could be sitting at the dinner table and he'll make direct eye contact while licking a spoon a little to lewdly.

Moans a little too hard when eating a dish and saying it's good. Leans over over gives you a bite too, making sure it gets on your cheek for him to lick away.

If you decide to tease him back, his horniness go up 100x.

After dinner pretend not to remember what happened at the dinner table and go to his room as normal only to get pinned to the wall in a second.

"Mc, I'm so hungry, maybe even hungrier then beel"

Go ahead and let him get that desert, extra cream too please!

Switches and you'll be sucking him off messily. drool and slobber everywhere and loud sucking noise filling the room.

"Mc, your so nasty I love it."

Cums on your face, with some getting on his torso, will look at you with the most innocent eyes and ask you to clean him up.

Whines so much whenever you ride him, gripping onto your hips hard, begging for you to go faster.

He'll sound like he just came out of a hentai, saying things that surprisingly, you only got to hear.

But never ever neglect him for too long, as bold as he is, he'll get even bolder.

In a meeting with Diavolo instead of being with him? Don't worry, he'll tell a good excuse on why you should be with him instead. Maybe even invites the demon prince.

(100% think he talks dirty to you in other languages, whatever language it is, is your choice!)

Beezlebub:

Innocent baby that doesn't realize he's a complete beast in bed. (He does a lil)

Food play doesn't always have to come in here, a lot of times it's whenever you guys are alone together.

Can be very blunt. Just makes eye contact with you and asks "Can I fuck you?"

Or if he wants to be more romantic, he'll get on his knees and rest on your thighs, purring against them. Leaves a few hickies too.

Sucks you off/eats you out always talking about how good you feel.

Now this is where food play can come in. Maybe gets some honey, chocolate syrup, icing. (Icing works best for clean-up imo.)

Licks and slurps it off so messily, moans in delight when he taste your cum in the mix.

"m'still hungry mc, spread it a little more, please?''

Pulls your legs as far as they can to keep licking down there, his tongue can also get longer as he please, so definitely hits all those spots.

When he puts his dick into you, it's a messy make out session. Left over syrup falling from both of your lips, drool dripping down your chins, beel has never felt so full before.

"Mc, you got something on your chest, don't worry, I'll get it for you."

He gets it all right, maybe even does a little bit of a deep clean too.

Tbh, all he needs to do is look at you with those pleading, seemingly innocent eyes and you'll be gone in seconds.

Belphegor:

Since he sleeps a lot, his sex drive won't be high but that doesn't mean he ain't needy.

Ironically, when you're the one sleeping, he's horny.

Can do dream manipulation imo. goes into whatever dream you're having and changes it up a bit to have him in there.

It's a weird one, you're back in the human world in your room about to take a nap, until Belphie comes from under it and grab onto your legs.

"You're not tired yet, are you?"

"It's not fair if you're sleeping and not me, help fall asleep too?"

Slowly you start to wake up as Belphie moves inside of you. Moaning into your ear. You're gonna help him, right?

While he thrusts, you mumble sleepy the words "I'll help you" over and over.

When you cum, he complains," it's not fair that I didn't get to cum yet, so why should you sleep?"

Overstimulates you like crazy, when you start to get a little loud he ask how is he supposed to fall asleep with all the noise.

If you're too quiet, he says he can't call asleep without a little noise in the room.

"m'getting tired, you go on top so I can rest."

Will sit back and seemingly fall asleep while you do the work bouncing up and down.

If you try to stop thinking he's sleep, he thrusts up telling you he isn't done yet and to continue.

"Belphie, I'm tried, can we please continue later?"

"We have school in the morning, mc. I can't go to school without sleep, can I?"

Younger sibling brattiness sure is kicking in right now.

"If you don't want to help anymore, I'll just get beel to help you."

Last time that happened, you couldn't even go to RAD in the morning, to tired and numb to walk.

So go ahead and help little Belphie sleep, okay? It's better when you both fall asleep anyway.

[kissesforsatoru]

MINE FOREVER | wc: 1.1k

BONTEN! SANZU HARUCHIYO x GN! READER

₊˚⌗ after a bad argument with sanzu, you try to leave him. he doesn’t take it very well. or sanzu’s yandere awakening

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, violent thoughts, violent outbursts, threatening violence, choking, mentioned murder, possessive behavior, a lot of cussing, reader is in love with sanzu but vv scared of him, sanzu doesn’t really understand his emotions, comfort??? maybe??? it’s up to interpretation i guess, somewhat soft sanzu

"haruchiyo, you're being mean," you say while looking up at him through your tear-soaked lashes. your voice sounds so raw when you speak his full name, cracked and broken from all of the crying you've been doing, but no doubt the way he's been treating you attributes to the defeat in your tone.

he looks at you with an indecipherable expression, but inside of his head he's overwhelmed by thoughts assaulting him all at once at full force. mean? he's being... mean??? something about the word catches haruchiyo off guard. he's used to you screaming at him that's he's an asshole, a heartless monster, and anything else that dehumanizes and villainizes him in the worst ways, but you've never called him fucking mean before. what the hell does that even mean, and why does it hurt so fucking much to hear that coming from you? his hand reaches up hesitantly to rub at his chest where his heart is, irritated that it won't stop thumping painfully against his ribcage.

"what did you honestly expect from me, angel? i'm a murderer. murderers aren't exactly fucking nice you know," he spits, rolling his eyes. he immediately regrets it. why does he regret it?

a weak noise falls from your lips and the pang in haruchiyo's chest thrums faster, harder; he's now digging his nails into his skin with an angry growl, uncaring of if he starts to bleed. no wound, not even ones from knives or bullets, hurt as badly as whatever the fuck it is that he's experiencing right now. it's excruciating, and annoying.

you laugh, dry and bitter, "yeah, what did i expect?" you whisper under your breath just loud enough for haruchiyo to hear. you aren't agreeing with him, that much haurchiyo understands. you're questioning why the hell you're even with a crazy bastard like him.

he wants to strangle you for being so snarky, watch you struggle and beg for his fucking forgiveness for causing such a big fucking problem for no fucking reason; you should expect only bad from haruchiyo by this point, so why bother bringing up all the things he does wrong? but... sanzu doesn't move to put his hands on you even a little bit—something is stopping him. he doesn't know what.

"haruchiyo," you call, sniffling and biting back a sudden onslaught of tears, "this isn't working out."

another pang, and now a sudden feeling of restlessness itches at him along with it. shit, did he take a new drug and fucking forget about it or something? what the hell is going on with him?

"what?" he growls, finally taking a step towards you. you flinch, closing your eyes as you look away. haruchiyo ignores it despite the fact that, again, his heart aches and pounds and practically cries out in pain with the way it's beating so fucking loudly that the sound rings incessantly in his ears. 

he takes three more steps before he's right in front of you, bending down a bit so that he's face to face with you sitting on the couch. "you wanna fucking repeat that for me, sweetheart?" he hisses. you flinch again, leaning back a little bit so that he's not so close to you. you're shaking, which almost makes him smirk, but he's honestly too pissed off to really find any sort of amusement in your fear right now.

"this isn't working out, haruchiyo. i can't do this anymore," you whimper pathetically. a sob slips past your lips when haruchiyo slams his hand on the couch beside you.

"that's really too fucking bad. you're not leaving me," he snarls, pushing you down onto the couch and crawling over you to pin you under him. you whimper again when you feel his hand on your throat, right at the juncture of your neck and jaw, squeezing with enough force to be threatening, but not painful. he watches as you sob uncontrollably, hiccupping and choking on tears that slip between your pursed lips.

"haruchiyo, please," you barely are able to say through the scratchiness of your voice that cracks under each word, "you're scaring me. you always scare me, i—i can't live being scared all the time." you try to reason with him, but haruchiyo isn't a reasonable person in the least bit. he clicks his tongue.

"you're fucking mine. you belong to me; do you understand me? you don't get to leave me because of a stupid fucking reason like that. you don't get to leave ever." he squeezes on your throat tighter, still not tight enough to hurt you, but your hands instantly shoot up to grab at his wrist anyway. he doesn't try to push you off because you aren't a threat to him; he can easily overpower you and for that reason he lets you have your semblance of security.

"i asked you a fucking question, y/n, you better fucking answer me," he urges, leaning down closer to you to you to nip at your cheek in warning. you gasp and whine at the feeling and clamber to muster up a reply that will satisfy him in your fearful, anxiety ridden state.

"mhm, yes– yes, i understand, haru," you manage to get out, and you hope the nickname you always call him will help you to soothe him, reassure him enough for him to ease up and let go of your neck.

he looks down at you for just a few seconds that feel like hours under his intense gaze, and then, "good. don't you ever try to pull that shit with me again or i will break your fucking legs so you can't even dream of leaving me," he warns, letting go of your throat. he doesn't move off of you though; instead, he dips down and his tongue presses into your skin to tenderly lap at the tears that are still pitifully slipping down your cheeks, humming at the salty taste. you breathe out a sigh of relief and lay limply under him, allowing him to do with you what he pleases.

when he's done, haruchiyo lowers himself onto you all the way and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into his body. he kisses at your cheek and jaw sweetly, and you hate to admit that the action lulls you, calms you down and makes you feel safe again—haruchiyo has that effect on you, unfortunately.

the pain in haruchiyo's heart has dissipated, and he feels at ease knowing you no longer wanna leave him. he realizes he would die if he ever let you go and he's going to make damn fucking sure that you don't.

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[intheshadowsbehindyou]

hiiii! Can I request all mercs w/ somebody who doesn’t talk due to self consciousness, but to an extreme? Like smbody who only says a few words a month and talks rly quiet.

if you need to choose specific mercs, either medic, sniper, or Engi <3

/p

(Some) TF2 Mercs and a semi silent S/O

Warning: Medic. Just Medic in general honestly.

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Engineer:

- To be honest, he has no idea how to cope with this at first and he’s rather thrilled to meet somebody like this. Engineer talks people’s ears off when they’re willing to listen and you’re no exception. Your silence makes his flood gates of pointless information open up and one could easily mistake him for Scout in this moment.

- Uhhh… Why aren’t you responding to his theory on black holes? Eh, who cares. He stops talking after a while and you watch him scribble calculations on a small sticky note mindlessly. He doesn’t seem too offended by it. He’s more than happy to sit in somebody’s presence quietly all night.

- Engineer starts to notice after a while that you just.. RARELY talk at all. Not that it bugs him much, but he starts to suspect some sort of trauma disorder.. Or something along those lines. His mind is going crazy with possibilities as to why but ultimately never asks out of worry he’ll erode something you left behind in the past.

- Prolonged and completely dead silent eye contact is rather easy for you with him. Even if this doesn’t naturally come easily. You can’t make out any eyes behind those dark goggles of his. Oddly comforting.

- You swore you caught a smug smile creep up on his face a bit when you finally do say something. As if he was thinking ‘AHA! I knew my charisma would pay off eventually.’ This gotcha moment for him makes his ego massively inflate. This is Engineer. What do you expect? He knows he’s smart, and always plays his cards right. Manipulative bastard.

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Sniper:

- Notices you’re starting to hang out with him more in a window he likes to camp at. He properly identified you as a fellow introvert from the start. Your mutism is noted, your presence is noted.. and rudely fucking ignored.

- Sniper doesn’t typically find anybody too interesting. Yes, even those who are quiet. He’s not a people person by any means, and only feels intrigue rarely. I guess you were that rare person evidently. He never even looks your way even ONCE as you sit there with him, but today was different. You saw his attention divert momentarily.

- “At least Y/N doesn’t fuckin’ talk my ears off like a bloody nonce trying to proclaim his innocence to a brick wall. You wanna know who drives me the LEAST insane in this bin? People like them. People who don’t talk their arses off and instead focus on a clean shot. Focus on the bloody job.”

- Next, you find an extra cup of coffee on the table in the nest that morning. It’s clearly not meant for him and you’re the only person who sits with him. He doesn’t even look at you as you pick it up.

- Begins to become slightly irritated when you break routine and don’t show up. Starts grumpily asking around for you and you notice this quite quickly. Dude has completely let his emotions clear to you and he’s oblivious to it. The reason you were absent that day is because you needed extra bed rest. (Existence is tiring.)

- You wake up to find him sitting at the edge of your bed reading a fucking newspaper. Yes, i’m not even joking. He’s so angry at you for not showing up that he decided to show up for you.

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Medic:

- Medic doesn’t.. Process empathy/compassion like most people do. I’ve alluded to this before. He is very, very bad with emotions. For some reason your silence bugs him in a certain way. It worries him slightly, and he REALLY doesn’t like it. Especially since he can’t exactly ask the cause of it. He wouldn’t get a clear response back. Or just get shrugged off and assured it was nothing.

- You sit at the opposite side of his desk and hang out with him every night. Your sleep schedule had been recently fucked. Medic doesn’t even try to tell you to go to bed or school you on a night’s rest like he would everyone else. Instead when he’s not writing, he taps his pencil on the desk and stares at you… menacingly. Is he judging you?! He narrows his eyes. He’s definitely judging you. He has to be. Right?

- Indirect and awkward staring contest for a fucking hour. You begin to grow nervous because it’s like he’s trying to fucking beam thoughts directly into your head telepathically. It looks like he’s trying to use the fucking force to choke you. What the hell is going on through his head? Was he thinking about gutting you like he’s expressed for pretty much everyone else?!

- Stops staring to get up and use his coffee machine. Comes back and continues staring. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON??!?!

[seralyra]

Grian is an enigma in the Life Series. He’s playing to win. He’s ruthless. But he’s also fiercely loyal and the dichotomy of those two aspects messes him up so bad every time.

He is the victim of his own nature. Grian forges alliances out of necessity. Because that’s what he needs to succeed. But he stays because he’s growing attached to his allies every time. No matter how hard he fights against it. How much he rebels against the bonds he creates. He always ends up staying. And he always ends up alone.

The most obvious is Scar. Grian is his ally in 3rd Life. He bonds with him out of obligation and stays because he can’t find it in himself to leave. And in Double Life he tries to get away from Scar, but let’s not forget that he is the one to seek Scar out in the first place. And He’s not the one to use that golden apple. It’s Pearl. Even though he was the one who suggested creating an item to break bonds.

He’s the one to talk Scar into basing together. And while he is secret soulmates with BigB he always comes back to Scar. In Limited Life it is obvious, too. Grian never really attacks Scar without being provoked first. Whenever the two are alone together they just talk and tease each other. And while Grian desperately tries to keep his distance, to make sure they are not allied. He ends up becoming family anyway.

Last Life was a bit of an outlier. But Mumbo was in Last Life and Grian will always fixate on Mumbo first. And even then Grian still couldn’t help but go to Scar after he turned red to give him his stuff back and comfort him.

Jimmy is another case. Whenever he is allied with Grian there will always be an attempt at kicking him out of the group. But it never feels too serious. Grian is used to teasing Jimmy. And ultimately Grian tends to be the voice of reason in the groups he ends up in. The Southlands fell apart as soon as Grian turned red and was kicked out. And the Bad Boys would have died of stupid stunts much earlier if Grian didn’t give them a few things to focus on instead.

Grian is constantly in denial. Yes, Grian, this game as no rules. Now who are you bending those rules for, hm? Oh, allyships don’t matter? Then why are you chosing to stay when all you do is complain about your partners?

It’s because he can’t decide what’s more important to him: Winning or friendship.

His very nature kicks him in the butt every time. He’s so lovely undecided in what he wants. He’s a bastard. He loves chaos. He shoves people off bridges and pushes buttons and is surprised when people die because of it.

He also hates betrayals. Grian doesn’t much care for accidental deaths, but he won’t stand for any backstabbing. And so he’s ruthless in his judgement. He kills Mumbo for it. And Jimmy. And he would have killed Scar for it in 3rd Life, too, had Scar not proven to him that he had not betrayed him.

They are all their own curse. Jimmy and Joel and Grian. They fail because their nature always gets the better of them. Jimmy picks fights he can’t win and let’s himself be strung along crazy missions. Joel falls for his own funny, but oftentimes dangerous ideas and let’s panic consume him once he’s confronted with his consequences.

And Grian is always the downfall for his partners because he can never decide whether he wants to go or stay and just has to cause mayhem wherever he goes.

I think all of that shines through so clearly this season because they are all more careless. They can die more often and that, funnily enough, makes them all have more time to actually act on their nature.

Of course, I know in the end they are just a group of friends having fun playing a game. But in a narrative sense this tickles my brain so bad.

[lipstickmarks]

everyone cheats on vacation

Pairing: Poe Dameron x bi!fem!reader, Rey x bi!fem!reader

Category: Light angsty with a happy ending, smut, fluff, and romance

Word Count: 7.7K

Summary: While on vacation aboard the Chandrila Star Line, you’re eager to spend some alone time with your girlfriend, Rey. But when her Jedi duties leave you feeling neglected, who else do you turn to for comfort but Poe Dameron, the cocky pilot who has a reputation for leaving women feeling satisfied and jelly-legged. You suddenly find yourself at the center of Poe's universe and you like it. He knows you better than anyone and lately, he's been doing everything in his power to tempt you over the line.

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, glorification of cheating, smut, piv, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, scissoring, fingering, light angst, Rey being neglectful, reader feeling neglected, reader being slightly petty, poe being smug, semi-public sex, food, discussion of "healthy" versus "unhealthy" eating habits, sugar daddy!poe if you squint, confession of feelings, love confession, panty kink, nipple play, slightly rough sex, finger kink, hand kink, finger sucking, feeling, no use of y/n.

Notes: This is a Poe-centric fic but there is a NSFW scene of Rey and the Reader.

Rating: explicit

You and Poe were in the ship’s lounge area playing a game of holochess. The smug bastard was licking his lips and smirking every time he outmaneuvered you. You leaned forward, focusing hard on the game pieces in front of you as you tried to figure out the best move. 

“Stumped?” Poe asked with a raised eyebrow and a sly smile. 

You playfully glared at Poe. His actions drove you crazy and he knew it. He was always like this. Always had to come out on top. You don’t know why you kept agreeing to play with him. 

“Hey, you two!” Rey called out. You turned your head and saw Rey walking through the entrance with Finn, both in their gym clothes. 

Rey sat on the arm of the booth and leaned down to kiss you while Finn slid onto the other end of the booth next to Poe. 

“Who’s winning?” Finn asked. 

“Me. As usual.” Poe’s voice dripped with smugness as you made a pitiful move. You resisted the urge to smack him. 

“Because he’s cheating.” You said.

Poe smirked at you. 

“Cheating’s allowed when you’re on vacation.”

Your eyebrows pinched together in confusion. 

“What?” 

“We’re on the open sea.” Poe opened his arms as if to illustrate his point. “There are no rules out here. We’re on vacation. You can eat cake for breakfast and get drunk before noon and cheat at holochess. Except I don’t need to cheat when you play so poorly.”

You scoffed as Poe boxed you in with no legal moves left.

“You made that up.”

Poe simply shrugged and in a huff, you turned the game off. 

Rey and Finn laughed at your petulance. You and Poe had always been quite competitive with one another, always having to be the first one in the door, leave the biggest tip, carry the most groceries. 

It was amusing to everyone on the outside but no one seemed to know just how much Poe got under your skin. You didn’t dislike Poe, not by a longshot but something about him brought out your primal side. The side that wanted to be top dog. There was some untapped tension between you and it was boiling to a head on the Chandrila Star Line. 

When Finn had the idea of going on a cruise, you were excited at the prospect of a romantic vacation with Rey. But her Jedi work never seemed to stop. She’s in the middle of building a new Jedi training temple and she left the construction in the hands of a team back home, who she constantly takes calls from. In addition, she’s constantly reading up on old Jedi lore. When she’s not doing that, she’s meditating or training Finn. This resulted in you having spent nearly every day of your vacation with Poe.

It wasn’t all bad, though. You enjoyed Poe’s company, save for when he’s being a sarcastic braggart. But still, you wished you could have your girlfriend to yourself for just a little bit. 

“Well, we just came to see if you guys wanted to grab a bite to eat?” Finn suggested.

“Yeah, I’m starving.” You said. 

“Losing work up an appetite?” Poe called out. 

You rolled your eyes as you stood up and slipped your hand into Rey’s. The four of you walked to a brunch buffet in one of the restaurants. The smell of fresh eggs, bacon, and syrupy pancakes assaulted your senses. 

Your stomach grumbled and you realized you hadn’t eaten yet today. Originally, your plan was to have breakfast with Rey on the outer deck while whale-watching. But, when you rolled over in bed this morning, you found nothing but empty sheets and a note that said: 

Went on a run! Catch up with you later! - Rey

But you were making up for it now. You piled your plate high with a stack of silver-dollar pancakes with blueberry syrup, bacon, eggs, toast, and a cup of coffee. The sweet smell of OJ drew you in so you grabbed a glass of that as well. 

Walking back to your table would prove to be a little difficult with a full plate and two drinks so you walked slowly, keeping your orange juice tucked close to you between your arm and your midriff. 

 You looked up from your plate, expecting to see Rey but she was on the other side of the room, picking from the organic side of the buffet. She and Finn were loading what looked like vegetarian sausage onto their plates.

“Health freaks.” Poe mumbled into your ear. 

You jumped slightly, not having realized he was behind you. 

“They’re Jedi. They have to take care of themselves.” 

Poe swiped a piece of bacon from your plate and you glared at him. 

“Hey!” 

He winked cheekily at you. His plate contained a double-decker club sandwich, loaded nachos, fried eggs, a slice of pepperoni pizza, and a big heaping of jell-o. 

“Poe, you can’t have breakfast food with lunch food.” 

“Sure I can. That’s what brunch is for.” He said, attempting to grab another piece of bacon off your plate but you held it away. 

“No. Brunch means you pick breakfast or lunch. You don’t mix and match. It’s like… a rule.” 

Poe bit back a smile. He looked as if he was trying not to laugh. He leaned in close to you. 

“Like I said, sweetheart. The rules don’t apply out here.” He leaned in even closer and whispered. “Everyone cheats on vacation.” 

Without another word, he grabbed every single dish out of your hands and carried it back to the table with ease. Both of your drinks fit in his large hands and he balanced his and your plates on his forearm. 

You shivered. Poe’s never called you that before. It had to be just him screwing with you again. But the way the nickname rolled so seamlessly off his tongue… it had you buzzing with anticipation. 

Quickly, you walked over to the table where Poe had distributed your food and drinks safely. You sat down across from him and were thankful that Rey and Finn were rounding the corner to join you. 

“So what are you two up to today?” Finn asked. “I know I’m heading to the sauna and then back to my room to take a nap.” 

Rey shrugged. 

“Haven’t thought about it.” She said as she brought a bite of eggs florentine up to her lips. “Probably reading my Jedi book.” 

The urge to sigh was powerful but you managed to swallow it down. You had so hoped Rey would plan something for the two of you. The ship offered tango lessons, couples massages, and private orchestras for rent, all of which sounded like a dream. You spent so many days leading up to this vacation daydreaming about the romantic things you and Rey could do. But at this point, you’d take anything. It didn’t have to be a super elaborate date. You would settle for doing a puzzle in your room or renting a bad movie, you just wanted to be with her. 

“I want to go shopping at the boutique.” You said. “There’s a really pretty dress that I saw in the window.” You turned to Rey and wrapped your arm around her bicep. “Do you want to go after brunch?” 

Rey nodded as she sipped her water.

“Sure, love. That sounds great.” She leaned over to kiss your cheek and you felt warmth blossoming in your chest. Maybe your vacation was finally turning around. You intertwined your fingers with Rey’s. 

Half a second later, Rey’s eyes went wide and she snapped her fingers. “Oh! That reminds me. I need to get some Jedi robes ordered for the temple. I should call the base and make sure someone’s working on that.” 

You shifted in your seat, frowning at the prospect of Rey doing more work that would take her away from you. 

“Oh, can we talk about the color? Because I don’t like the basic brown.” Finn said. 

Rey frowned.

“Finn. That color is a tradition.” 

“But I really shine in jewel tones.” 

Rey and Finn became embroiled in their debate over tradition versus new. You sighed, wishing your girlfriend would pay half an ounce of attention to you. You slipped your hand out of hers but she didn’t seem to notice. 

Stabbing your fork into your pancakes, you decided to eat your feelings a little. When you looked up, you saw Poe whose jaw was tense like he was unhappy. But when he caught you staring, his classic Poe Dameron smile returned to his face. 

He pulled his straw out of its paper casing and waded the paper into a ball. He then slid the paper toward you and then positioned his fingers like a triangle. 

You giggled and flicked the paper, launching it through Poe’s makeshift goal. The two of you wound up playing paper football through the whole brunch. 

—-

To her credit, Rey did make good on her promise. The two of you went shopping in the ship’s boutique but the dress you wanted turned out to be much too expensive. One look at the price tag squashed your dream of wearing it to a romantic candlelit dinner with Rey. 

You wound up buying a moderately priced swimsuit instead. It was a pretty sapphire blue bikini and hopefully, Rey would appreciate it. You marveled at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. It left very little to the imagination. There’s no way Rey would be able to ignore you now. 

You slipped on the matching cover up but let it dangle off your shoulders. You stepped out of the en suite, into your room and leaned against the wall.

“What do you think?” You purred.

You expected Rey to tell you that you looked ravishing and then, well— ravish you. But your girlfriend was laying on the bed with her nose buried in an ancient Jedi textbook. 

“Rey.” 

No answer.

This was ridiculous. 

You walked around to her side of the bed and took the book out of her hands, dog-earing the page and tossing the book onto the nightstand. 

“Hey!” 

“Rey.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “In case you haven’t noticed, we are on a cruise. A very romantic cruise. We’ve been here for a week and I am wearing the skimpiest bikini in the galaxy and you haven’t looked at me even once!”

Rey shrunk, her face pulling into a frown.

“You’re right… I haven’t been paying much attention to you and I’m sorry. You deserve better than that. I just… I’ve been so preoccupied with learning about the Jedi and building the new school. I didn’t-“ Rey swallows. “I didn’t realize I was neglecting you. I’m sorry.”

You sigh and let your arms fall to your sides, the anger dissipating from your body. 

“I forgive you. I’m sure it’s not easy, having the entire Jedi legacy resting on your shoulders. I just need you to put more effort into noticing me.”

Rey smiled coyly.

“I’m noticing you now.” She sat up on the bed on her knees and made her way over to you. “And how sensational you look in that bikini…” She slid her hands around your hips and played with the strings that held it together. “But you know what I think?” She said as she pressed a kiss to your breast.

“Hm?” You hummed, feeling a flutter in your lower stomach.

“I think you’d look even better out of it.” Rey teased. She kissed your other breast and loosened the tie in the back, making your top fall. She caught your nipple in her mouth and sucked on it, licking and nipping at the bud. Then, she kissed her way up your chest to your neck until you were moaning and sliding a hand through your hair.

You met her lips in a messy kiss, tongues tangling together as you scrambled to fall back into the bed together. 

The two of you undressed each other quickly, all your clothes flung to an obscure corner of the room. You kissed Rey deeply as her fingers found their way up your thighs and to your throbbing core.

“Oh…” You moaned as she slid her finger through your folds. 

Rey stroked you until you were trembling. This was it. What you had been vying for this entire week. When she finally brought you to your climax, your entire body trembled. 

Your face fell into her shoulder and you sighed happily, kissing at the skin there. 

“Satisfied, darling?” She asked, to which you nodded. 

You repaid the favor by laying Rey out on the bed and licking her to an orgasm. You suckled at her clit until her legs were shaking. When she finally came, you licked up all traces of it, not letting a single drop go to waste. 

Rey sighed dreamily with a sleepy look in her eye, but you were not about to let this end here. You had tried all week to get your girlfriend alone and you were going to soak up every minute with her. 

You sat up and climbed on top of her, swinging one leg over hers and positioning yourself to slide your hips against hers. The feeling of dragging your swollen clit across hers was delicious and too much and not enough at the same time. You can’t recall the last time you and Rey were this close. 

Rey moaned, clearly sharing in your sentiment. You leaned down and pressed your lips to hers. She gripped onto your hair, holding you in place. You slid your tongue across the seam of her lips and you made out lazily while you rocked your hips against hers. 

The feeling of sweet release was creeping up on you, just a few strokes away from bliss when a sharp knock sounded at your door. 

“Rey! It’s Finn! Are you ready to go?” 

Rey’s eyes widened.

“Shit! I forgot. I promised Finn we’d train this afternoon.” Rey scrambled to get up and you stared at her with disbelief in your eyes.

“Are you freaking kidding me?”

“I’m sorry, darling.” Rey hastily pulled her clothes back on and reached down to cup your face in her hands, kissing you sweetly. “I’ll be back in two hours. Stay naked for me?”

You rolled your eyes.

“No promises.”

Rey gave you another apologetic look. 

“How about this? Tonight, we’ll have a romantic dinner together. I’ll make a reservation at that restaurant on the top floor of the ship.” Rey dipped her head down to kiss your neck. “We’ll eat pasta…” She hummed. “Drink wine.” Another kiss. “Make out in the corner where no one can see us.” Another kiss and then one to your lips, her tongue swiping across yours until your pout dissipated. “Please let me make this up to you.” She looked at you with pleading eyes until you sighed. 

“Alright.” 

“You’re amazing!” Rey squealed and kissed you again. “I don’t deserve you. Meet me there at 7.”

You nodded as Rey ran out of the room. You fell back on your bed as you heard her and Finn’s voices get quieter and quieter. 

“Worst vacation ever.” You mumbled to yourself. 

You took a quick shower then tried to distract yourself from your romantic woes by reading a book. However, the characters were 2-dimensional and the plot was thin and you couldn’t begin to understand how the main character was falling for the love interest when he barely said two words to her. It felt like a giant cosmic pie in your face. 

After a long time of debating whether you were going to go to the spa or rent a movie, there was a knock at your door. 

Instantly, you perked up. Rey must have come back! You scrambled off the bed and hurried to answer the door, only to be disappointed by the sight of a crew member with a garment bag. After handing him a tip, you laid the bag out on the bed. 

When you unzipped it, you gasped. 

It was the dress. The dress. The one you wanted from the boutique. 

And there was an envelope taped to the hanger. You carefully opened it and read the note that was inside. 

There were a few dresses in the boutique window so I took an educated guess. But it wasn’t hard to figure out. This one is sexy and daring. You wouldn’t have picked anything else. 

-Poe 

Your heart started pounding in your chest. Poe bought this for you? You looked through the garment bag and found that not only did he buy you the dress, he also bought a matching pair of shoes, a set of rings, and a bottle of perfume. 

It would be good manners to protest. To seek Poe out and tell him this was too much and he couldn’t spend this kind of money on you and demand he return everything. 

But his words from earlier echo in your head. 

“There are no rules out here… everyone cheats on vacation.” 

–

The dress fit like a dream. It highlighted all your best features and hid the ones you weren’t so crazy about. The color brought out your complexion and the slit that went up the leg all the way to the upper thigh did wonders for your self confidence. Poe was right. It was daring and sexy. 

Poe. 

You had to find him. 

Adorned in every single item he had bought you, you made your way through the ship, turning more than a few heads. 

When you found Poe, he was sitting at a bar watching the pod races on a TV monitor. You cleared your throat to get his attention. 

When Poe looked at you, he whistled lowly. His eyes raked down your body, taking in your figure in the dress. 

“Look at you, the sexiest smokeshow this side of the Corellian Sea.” 

You tried to find the words to thank him but you were having a smidgen of trouble focusing. 

Poe was wearing the shortest gray swim trunks in existence and had left his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his toned chest to you. So much of his skin was on display and it was a deeper bronze shade than usual. He looked like sex on a stick and it was making you crazy. 

“Nice tan, flyboy.” You said, sliding onto the bar stool next to him. 

Poe held up two fingers to the bartender droid, signaling for him to bring you a drink. The droid quickly fixed up a cocktail and placed it in front of you. 

A mint julep. Poe’s favorite drink. 

“Thank you for the dress and everything, Poe.” You told him. “You really didn’t have to do that.” 

“Consider it a consolation prize for losing at holochess.” Poe smirked at you from behind his drink.

You rolled your eyes playfully. 

“Not to look a gift horse in the mouth but where’s your girlfriend and why am I getting the pleasure of your company instead of her?” Poe asked.

“Where do you think? She’s off doing Jedi nonsense.” You said with a bit more venom than you intended. 

Poe raised an eyebrow at you. He could tell something was eating away at you. You hated and loved that he knew you so well. 

“Okay, c’mon. Tell Poe what happened.” He said in a sing-songy voice. 

You groaned and let your head fall onto his shoulder. It felt all too natural, all too easy with him. 

“My girlfriend is ignoring me. I bought this skimpy little bikini and then she left me mid–” You cut yourself off, not knowing if you should divulge the completely explicit version of events to Poe. “Right in the middle of some… intimate activities.” 

You felt Poe tense underneath you but you kept going. 

“I’m taking a backseat to everything these days, even on vacation! I get that the Jedi are important. But I’m important too.”

Poe called your name and you felt a soothing hand running up and down your back. 

“You are. And you deserve to be treated like it. Rey should be worshiping you at your feet. If you were my girl, I’d-” 

Poe stopped in the middle of his sentence and you picked your head up to look at him. He was looking off in the distance as if he’d said too much. 

“Poe.” You gently took his chin between your forefinger and thumb and guided his face back to look at you. “You’d what?” 

His tongue swiped over his lips and you couldn’t help but focus on them. You never noticed before but they were so pink and plump and…

Kissable. 

You felt Poe’s warm hand on your back, grazing over the skin that your dress left uncovered. A shiver danced along your spine. You forced yourself to look into his eyes. His intense gaze should have made you nervous but… it made you tingle with anticipation. 

This is what you had been chasing. Being wanted. Being desired. 

“If you were mine,” Poe repeated, speaking softly as if you were the only two people in the room. “You would never wonder how I felt about you.” Poe leaned in close to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling you. His hand found its home on your thigh. “And I would certainly never leave you in the lurch for someone else to sink their claws into you.” 

Poe’s words made goosebumps rise on your skin. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear and then, ever so gently, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. It wasn’t anything more than a gentle brush of his lips but it held a guarantee of more to come. 

Poe pulled his head back to look into your eyes. Some of your hair was tangled in his curls. The sigh of it enthralled you, like even the hair on your head didn’t want the two of you to be apart. 

“What was it you were saying earlier?” You whispered, your throat feeling incredibly dry. “About rules?” 

The corner of Poe’s mouth lifted into a smirk. 

“They don’t have a place out here.” He said, leaning in close to you. “Everyone cheats on vacation.” 

It was you who crossed the barrier first. Faster than a lightning strike, you cradled Poe’s chiseled jaw in your hands and pulled him to your lips. You kissed him like he was ice cold water on a summer day, with an undercurrent of neediness and desperation. 

Poe’s hand slid up your thigh and his other hand tangled in his hair as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip. You parted your lips and let him lick into your mouth. Everything about him was invading all your senses. The sizzling touch of his hand on your thigh. The taste of alcohol on his tongue. The smell of his cologne mixed with his suntan oil. 

Poe was like a walking pheromone made just for you. He was luring you in like a siren song. You thought about his reputation for being a playboy. How women and men were always eyeing him up and down. How his natural default is effortless charm. How the rumors of his sculpted body and penchant for pleasure rocked the Resistance and you wanted to find out if they were true. 

You finally pulled away, out of breath but still aching for more. Poe’s hand was still wound in your hair and the other was up scandalously high on your thigh. You were now gripping his shirt collar in your hands, forbidding him from going anywhere. 

The beeping of a merchant droid brought you out of your haze. You looked down at the tiny unit who was towing a cart full of bouquets and flowers. 

He beeped in binary. 

“A rose for your lovely lady, sir?” 

Your cheeks flushed. You felt the need to refuse, to churn out a rushed explanation that you and Poe were not a couple, despite the fact that you had been frenching like horny coeds just a moment ago, but Poe acted before you could speak. 

“Certainly.” Poe handed over a credit and took the rose. He lifted it to his nose, inhaling the flowery scent before presenting it to you. “For you.” 

You took the rose, trying not to cry at the sweet gesture. 

“Thank you, Poe. I…” You tried to find the words to express what you were feeling in this moment. “I’m really grateful to have you.” 

Poe smiled, a classic Dameron smile that made everyone he met go weak in the knees. You were starting to think you were not exempt from this. 

You tucked your head into his neck and sighed. There was nowhere in the galaxy you wanted to be except right here, but the elephant in the room had to be addressed. 

“I have to meet Rey soon.” 

Poe lifted your arm and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm. 

“Do you?” He murmured against your skin. 

“Poe.” You sighed. 

Poe kissed the inside of your wrist, working his way up your arm to your shoulder. Your body turned to jelly in his arms and you sighed blissfully as he buried his head in your neck, kissing the skin there. 

You shivered and fisted a handful of his curls, gently pulling him off you. 

“Poe.” You scolded lightly. 

He pouted and you resisted the urge to kiss it off his perfect face. 

“I have to go. We have a reservation at 7. We’ll talk after?” 

Poe looked like a wounded puppy as you stood up and slipped out of his arms. You patted his cheek and pressed a kiss to his nose to quell him. 

“Fine. But I’m gonna stare at your ass while you walk out and then I’m gonna go back to my room and think about you while I touch–”

“Poe!” You desperately covered his mouth but the shit-eating grin never left his face. He pressed a flurry of kisses to your open palm once more and you sighed dreamily. 

“What am I gonna do with you, Dameron?”

“To me.” He corrected. 

You laughed and pressed your forehead to his. 

“We’ll talk after.” You promised. 

You walked out the door and indeed felt Poe’s eyes on you the entire time. 

—

“I’m sorry, we don’t have a reservation under that name.” The maitre’d droid said. 

You groaned. 

“Can you check again?” 

“I can. But we do not have it.” 

You sighed and ran a hand down your cheek. This entire endeavor was leading to the beginning of a migraine. 

“It’s fine. Thanks anyway.” 

You didn’t need the droid to check again. You knew Rey didn’t make the reservation. She forgot. Again. 

You’re trying to remember why you even showed up to this stupid date in the first place. Rey clearly had higher priorities than you. Even though she was the last person you wanted to be with right now, you couldn’t help but feel jealous of all the other couples in the restaurant. They had fancy wine and a view of the stars as they got to be with people they loved. 

Why couldn’t you have that? 

You were about to run out of the restaurant when you felt the presence of someone behind you, but a welcome one. Then, the feeling of a solid chest pressed against your back. 

“Hi there. Reservation for Dameron?” Poe’s melodious voice said from behind you. 

The droid beeped in affirmation. 

“Yes. Dameron. For 2. The private rooftop package. Right this way.” 

Poe stepped into your peripheral vision and winked at you. He was dressed in a deep red silk shirt and a gray sport coat that outlined his strong shoulders. 

When he offered his arm, you gladly accepted it. 

The droid led the two of you behind the podium and up a hidden staircase. When you reached the top of the stairs, the droid lifted a latch that exposed the night sky to you. Poe tapped the small of your back, urging you to follow the droid out. 

When you did, you found yourself on the literal top of the boat where a single table had been set. 

You looked out into the open ocean, illuminated by the glow of the full moon. The sky was adorned with stars, much more than you could ever normally see. This was all too perfect, you had the urge to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. 

“I believe you wanted a romantic candlelit dinner under the stars?” Poe whispered, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. 

Again, his hand found the small of your back and he led you to your chair. While Poe took his seat opposite you, the droids carried in two plates. The silver tops were removed, revealing a decadent lobster dinner. The first droid opened a mechanism in its chest and extended a rod that lit the candle between you and Poe. 

When all the droids left and you and Poe were completely alone, surrounded by nothing but the ocean, the moon, and the stars, words finally found their way to your lips. 

“I can’t believe you would do all this for me.” 

“I can’t believe you think I wouldn’t.” Poe reached across the table to hold your hand. “You haven’t figured out by now that I’m crazy about you?”

Of course you felt the same way. You’re not quite sure when it happened, when you fell in love with Poe Dameron but now you can’t remember a time where you weren’t. 

All the time you spent competing with Poe was still time spent with him and that was time you learned about him and he learned about you. He learned about your deepest philosophies, fears, and beliefs. You learned about his family and why he wore his mother’s ring around his neck. He knew why your favorite book was your favorite. You knew what song he loved most. You had read each other like books, cover to cover, and were still aching for more. 

“I can’t believe I ever looked at anyone else other than you.” You whispered. Suddenly, every decision you’d ever made felt ridiculous. Choosing Rey, putting effort into your relationship, letting anyone else except Poe have access to your heart. 

Poe shook his head, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss. 

“Don’t worry about that. You’re with me now.” He kissed the back of your hand feverishly like he was ill and you were his medicine. “Let me do the worrying for us.” 

Poe climbed out of his chair and sat beside you on his knees. He pressed kisses to your neck over and over. 

“I need you.” Poe mumbled into your skin. His hand found its perch on your upper thigh, fingertips gently digging into your flesh. 

You gripped his shoulders and pulled him off of you to look him in the eyes. Poe Dameron was made for the moonlight. His features were illuminated beautifully. His bouncy black curls, curved jaw, and pouty pink lips were otherworldly.

Your voice came out barely above a whisper when you said: 

“Take me.” 

Poe answered you with vigor, leaning up to capture your lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. All the pent up energy that had been stored for as long as you two felt this for each other was spilling out. Your ringed fingers fisted his curls and Poe moaned softly. The sound sent a deep pooling of heat in your belly and you wanted to hear it again. 

Desperately, you started to undress him. You shoved his jacket off his shoulders and your fingers trembled while you undid the buttons on his shirt. A shiver of anticipation ripped through you as more of his chest became exposed but Poe gently wrapped your hands up in his and pressed loving kisses to the pads of your fingers. 

“Don’t make me wait.” You said breathlessly. 

“No, baby, I think you’ve done enough waiting.” He affirmed. Poe reconnected his lips to yours in a more sloppy, rushed kiss. His hand slid up your thigh, this time disappearing past your dress. His fingertips ghosted over your panties and you decide at that moment you’re never wearing underwear again. You might not ever wear clothes again at all if it deterred Poe from being able to get his hands on you. 

You gently fisted Poe’s curls in your hand, tugging on them, which elicited a moan from your lover. This spurs him on. Poe wastes no time in shoving your panties to the side and sliding one finger inside you. Your breath hitches from the feeling and selfishly, you want more. 

“More.” You demand. 

Poe chuckles, pumping his finger in and out of you a few times before adding in another. The pressure is good, but it’s not quite enough. You need his cock and you know he’ll give it to you but he is in no rush. 

He pulls his fingers almost all the way out of you and then drags them up and down your slit. His thumb circles your clit while his fingers work you to an orgasm. 

The pressure builds in your belly, amplified by Poe’s intoxicating scent. You claw your fingers into his shoulder, leaning out of your chair and letting Poe hold you up while he fingered you. Being on edge sexually and emotionally all week has your release approaching much too soon. 

“Poe, I’m–” 

“I know, baby, I know. Go ahead.” Poe’s velvety voice carries you through. When the rope finally snaps, it’s better than you could have ever imagined. 

Your head falls to Poe’s shoulder and you’re fighting for breath, but he doesn’t let up. Poe continues pumping his fingers in and out of you, relentless. He adds a third finger and your delight in the feeling. He doesn’t stop until he draws a second orgasm from you. 

Poe finally pulls his fingers out and you feel empty. Cold. 

The last thing you were expecting him to do was slide his fingers into his mouth and lick them clean. 

“Mmm…” He moaned around his fingers, pulling them out with a sinful ‘pop’. “You taste amazing.” 

“Poe…” You breathe out. 

“I need more.” Poe slides his hands underneath your thighs and lifts you up, gently depositing you on the ground. Above you, he removes his shirt, bundling up the fabric and sliding it under your head, creating a makeshift pillow for you. 

Your dress is bunched up past your thighs and the soaked panties you were wearing are pulled down your legs. Poe examines them closely, paying special attention to the wet spot on the front. 

“These are for me, yes?” He bunches your panties up and slides them into his back pocket and your heart races from the obscene theft. 

Poe dips his head down, pressing kisses to your shaking thighs. He murmurs something into your skin but your head is still hazy.

“Baby,” Poe rasped out, calling your attention to him. When you looked at him, his eyes were glossy and his mouth was agape, like a man starved. “Tell me I can taste you.”

Not trusting your voice, you nodded. Poe obeyed, burying his head between your thighs. He licks a stripe up your slit and you cry out. 

His hands slide up your body and grip yours and the tenderness of it all makes you want to cry. You’ve never experienced this: equal parts romance and passion. Someone holding your hand as fiercely as they’re eating you out, like each action brings about the same level of pleasure and intimacy. 

Poe holds your intertwined hands on your stomach as his nose nudges against your public bone. His tongue swirls around and sucks on your clit. Every time he hits a particularly delicious spot, you squeeze his hand, letting him know exactly how you like it. 

He moans against you and you think it just might kill you. Has anyone ever died from pleasure? You might be the first. 

Poe’s smattering of stubble rubs up against your thighs and the slight scratch shouldn’t feel good but it does. Poe licks, swirls, sucks, nips, and bites at you and it’s more than you can take. He lays his tongue flat against you, dragging it along your slit tantalizingly slowly. 

“Poe…” You moan, tugging on his hand. 

He peaks up at you from between your legs. He lifts his head up and the sight of him is positively filthy. 

Blown out pupils, slightly darkened brown eyes, bee-stung pink lips, chin glistening from your slick. Unable to resist, you lean forward with your free hand and swipe your thumb over his chin, collecting your juices. Then, you gently tap Poe’s bottom lip. He opens his mouth for you and you slide your thumb in. His mouth closes around your finger and he sucks on it gently. You feel his tongue winding around your thumb and licking it clean. 

Like an insatiable madman, Poe grabs your hand and desperately starts sucking on each one of your fingers like it’s a drug and he’s addicted.

The erotic sight of Poe sucking on your fingers was enough to make you cum again right then and there. You couldn’t stand it anymore. You had to have him. Now. 

“Poe,” You lean up and paw at his chest with your free hand. “I need your cock inside of me. Now. Please, Poe, I have to feel you.” 

Poe looks up at you from sucking on your middle finger. Reluctantly, he lets your finger go, a string of spit connecting you. 

“You’re bad for me.” Poe breathed out as he placed his hand on your abdomen and laid you back down. “You’re gonna ruin me.” He said it like it was a mantra. 

Poe made quick work of unbuckling his pants and freeing his cock. It was big, bigger than you’d anticipated and the thought of him stretching you out had you wiggling with excitement. 

Poe wrapped his spit-slicked hand around himself, pumping a few times. Pre-cum was already spilling from his slit and you wanted so badly to taste it, but you could suck him off another time. Right now, you just wanted to be connected to him. 

Guiding his hips to yours, Poe aligns the two of you. He leans down, his curls tickling your forehead. 

“I love you.” He says, and at the same time that he presses his lips to yours in a feverish kiss, he slides into you. 

Poe feels even bigger than he looks. 

You’re stuffed to the brim and when he finally bottoms out, you have no idea how he’s possibly going to move. You feel featherlight kisses on your neck and across your jaw. 

It dawns on you then what Poe just said to you. He loves you. 

He shouldn’t be doing this to you, dangling the hope of a perfect future in front of you when the present has been so cruel. Trapped in a loveless, hopeless relationship when the man of your dreams was in your periphery this entire time. 

Your hands slide down Poe’s arms and come around to rest on his back. 

“Move.” You whisper in his ear. “Show me you love me.” 

Poe nods into your neck. The first snap of his hips is gentle and you want to chide him for treating you like a porcelain doll but the second– Oh. 

He bucks up into you, somehow managing to go deeper. This becomes his rhythm; deep slow thrusts that eventually grow into a fast, feverish pace. 

You moan, digging your nails into the skin of his back. 

“Fuck.” You whimper. 

“She doesn’t deserve you.”

You groan, disconcerted at the mention of Rey. Why does she have to exist in this moment? Why can’t it just be the two of you? 

“Poe–” You try to warn but it comes out as a moan. 

“Say my name. Louder. Let everyone hear how good I fuck you. I’m gonna make you forget about her.” 

Poe slides almost all the way out of you, leaving only the head of his cock inside. You whimper and whine from the loss of him but he slams back into you, causing you to cry out. 

Your nails sink further into his back and Poe groans. 

“You feel so good, Poe, fuck.” 

Poe responds well to your praise, speeding up the quickness of his thrusts. You raise your hips up and this seems to unravel something within him. 

“Oh God…” Poe moans into your ear and it’s the most sinfully delicious thing you’ve ever heard. You look up at his face and his brows are furrowed, mouth parted as gasps and moans fall from his lips. 

You realize now that the legends of Poe Dameron being a veritable sex god are true, not just because of the pleasure he delivers but how much he takes from it himself. You want to cum just from watching him fall apart on top of you. 

“Poe, moan for me again.” You beg. 

“Baby…” He moans, burying his face between your breasts and kissing whatever skin he can get his hands on. His moans against your skin and sucks a love mark onto the top of your breast, all the while filling you up with his cock. 

Poe is trembling above you, overcome with lust. He’s coming apart, even more than you are. His hand shakes as he reaches down to stroke your clit. 

“Ah-ah!” You throw your head back and exhale shakily. He’s slamming into you fiercely and swirling his middle finger around your clit. You don’t know how he’s managing triple pleasure: fucking you with his cock, carressing your bundle of nerves with his finger, and leaving beautiful purple bruises on your tits. 

You’re not sure when he started leaving a third mark on you but you don’t care. You want him to mark you everywhere, claim you as his. 

“You’re mine.” Poe says through a moan, as if he’s read your mind. “You don’t belong to anyone else except me.” 

You nod, unable to find your voice. 

“Say it, beautiful.” Poe places a kiss on the valley between your breasts. “I need to hear it.” 

“I’m yours.” 

Poe smirks and wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking on it with a loud moan. 

This is it, this is gonna send you over the edge. 

Poe’s thrusts are becoming sloppy. He removes his hand from your clit and holds both of your hands in his. He continues to lick and suck on your tits while he brings you to the brink. 

Your moans begin to sync up and you try your best to match his pace but Poe is relentless, fucking into you hard and fast. Your breaking point is coming, just over the horizon. Your legs are shaking and you squeeze Poe’s hands as you feel the warm pressure in your belly build up. 

Poe doesn’t seem to care that there’s an entire restaurant of people below you or an entire ship, for that matter. 

“Say my name.” His words come out in a desperate plea. 

You marvel at your lover, absolutely desperate for you. You loosen your grip on one of his hands to caress his jaw. 

“Poe, I love you.” 

Your words are all it takes. Poe lets go of your hand and places both of them on your hips. He starts fucking into you desperately, needing his release and yours. 

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.” He demands. 

The entire galaxy fades away except for him. His touch, his warmth, his scent. There’s nothing except Poe. 

You let yourself go. 

His hips are rocking against yours and the friction is finally lending itself to your climax. But what really sends you over the edge is Poe leaning down to gather you in his arms and press a searing kiss to your lips. 

You cum hard, all over his cock. 

He fucks you all the way through it until he finally reaches his peak. His lips are still attached to yours and he moans into your mouth when he finally does cum, spilling into you with no shame. You feel delirious and spent but in no capacity do you want Poe to let go of you. 

You relish in this feeling of being connected to him in every way. Panicked that he might let go, you slide your arms around his shoulders and keep him anchored to you. Poe chuckles against your lips. 

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” He kisses your bottom lip twice before gently taking it between his teeth and nibbling slightly. 

And Poe Dameron, true to his word, didn’t. 

–

You didn’t come back to your room until early the next morning. Rey didn’t ask where you were and you didn’t offer the information. She didn’t even remember you had a date. But this time, it doesn’t sting. Because the man of your dreams is gleefully striding over to you, clad in nothing but blue shorts, flip flops, and sunglasses. 

“Hey, pretty lady.” He grabs two drinks off a passing waiter droid’s tray and places one in your outstretched hand. 

“Hey yourself, flyboy.” 

Shamelessly, he places a large hand on your hip and anchors you toward him. He has a devilish look on his face, a smirk playing up on his lips, and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

“What are you thinking so hard about?” You ask in a low voice. 

Poe’s tongue darts out of his mouth for a millisecond. He grins at you, and then shakes his head. 

“You. Me.” His hand leaves your hip to grab your hand, lifting it up to brush kisses across the back of your knuckles. “Us.” 

“Us…” You echo. “I like the sound of that.” 

Poe rubs his thumb along your wrist, sending shivers up your spine. 

“There’s a question I’ve been meaning to ask you all day.” He says, eyes boring into yours. 

You lick your lips in anticipation.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” 

Poe grins, biting down on his bottom lip. He pulls you closer to him by your wrist, pinning you with his gaze. His breath fans over your face and you feel your entire body radiating with excitement. 

This is what Poe did for you. He excited you, made you feel like you could take a running leap off the ship and soar through the sky. He never let you idle. There was always a joke to crack, a story to tell you, something to offer that would make you laugh, smile, smirk, or scoff. Poe would never stop making you feel. 

“Up for a game of holochess?” 

[dinogoofymutated]

I've seem nothing on Gladiator and I NEED CONTENT PLZ!! I'd love seeing him go to Earth with his preaching "humans are crazy, useless, etc" and then just falls head over heels for a Mutant. Like he acts stoic and all but he's just smitten and what that would look like

SFW! Gladiator/Fem! reader! I want you to know that this ask has had me in a CHOKEHOLD!!! Parings where couples are opposites like this have my heart. I know I usually try to make my fics and headcannons Gender neutral, But i was listening to the waitress soundtrack when an idea for this hit me and I couldn't help myself. This might actually be a contender for my Favorite fic of the week! -Ps- for anyone wondering about my finals, I've done good so far? I don't wanna jinx it tho. eesh. TWS: Kallark be kinda judgy at first. Mutant discrimination, Building fire. Violence, head injury.

Kallark does not like earth. He can't say that he had ever enjoyed his brief visits there, but if the empress commanded his presence on the planet, who was he to refuse?

He respects Professor Xavier, although he doesn't necessarily agree with him. The X-men, although his allies, he does not care for very much. He thought them a little foolish, and was not interested in many of the things they invited him to experience.

As fate would have it, the one thing he had eventually agreed on was going to a Terran diner. He thought it was a little greasy in some spots, and didn't understand why anyone would want to be able to order breakfast food 24/7, but he assumed that there had to be a reason the team enjoyed going here so much.

Turns out, it wasn't just any Diner. This was one of the very few places that catered to mutants, although it wasn't advertised as such. Rouge had excitedly told him that he would "Just love" the waitress that would be serving them, a mutant in her own right.

He obviously hadn't believed forming deep emotions as such was possible in a short time span, but then again, he hadn't met you yet, had he?

Kallark was absolutely taken by you the moment you met. It didn't make any sense to him. How was he so infuriatingly, naively taken by simple Terran? A mutant nonetheless? He had met a handful of Terrans, all of which had been either crazy and idealistic, or scumbags and bastards. But you? He just didn't understand it. He thought for sure that you had to have some sort of power over him. Some bewitchment or spell that certainly had to be related to your genuine smile, or lighthearted laugh.

He was in trouble, and he had to find out why.

"Back again I see!" You chirp, smiling brightly at Kallark as you lead him to a booth, the only seat where he really fit due to his stature and build. He nods in a greeting, following you to his seat quietly. He visited the diner often after that initial time here with the X-men, always seeming like he had a lot on his mind every time.

To be honest, you enjoyed seeing him. He had become a regular of yours, and commonly came into the diner during the graveyard shift. He always sat in your section, being polite and patient with every order. You were sure he'd be tired of the greasy food by now, having tried just about every item on the menu, but here he was. Part of you wants to believe he comes in to see you specifically, blushing at the thought. Of course, you were just about always here, preferring to take late-night shifts as that was usually the time Mutants would come and visit. You made the diner a safe space for a lot of people, and that was a fact you took pride in.

Kallark is quiet every time he comes in, simply telling you what he would like to eat, and thanking you when prompted to do so. Sometimes he would speak more, asking questions here and there, but conversation was usually barren, consisting mostly of a comfortable silence between the two of you. Today was similar. It wasn't until you gave him the check that he asked you a question you didn't quite expect.

"What do your mutant powers consist of, exactly?" He asks. It's a simple question, but you cant help but blush at the sound of his voice- finding it unfortunately attractive. You try to shake it off, smiling at him politely.

"What, is this an interrogation? Hope you're not here to arrest me, Officer." You joke. He doesn't laugh, and you cringe at yourself a little bit. "...Maybe it's best if I show you." You settle on instead, walking over to the glass desert cabinets. Kallark watches you closely as you carefully cut out a slice of a creamy lemon pie, and plate it. He cocks an eyebrow at you as you bring it to the table, and hand him a fork. He does not understand where you are going with this exactly, but he takes a bite anyway.

A feeling of elation takes hold of him, happiness to an extent he's not sure he's ever felt before. You watch as his face shifts, giggling at his pure confusion.

"It's not drugged, I promise. My powers aren't exactly the most useful in a fight, but I can say that they pack a tasty punch." You wink. "It's all about the energy I put into something while I bake. If I want breakfast muffins to make people more energetic, it does. If I want a slice of lemon pie to make people happy, well," You motion at the pie, smiling brightly.

"So you do this with the other food as well?" Kallark asks. You shake your head.

"Ha! No. I'm not very good at cooking. everything else on the menu is made by Terry, our nightshift cook." You nod towards the kitchen, where Kallark can see a green-skinned mutant mutant pass by the open door briefly. He furrows his brow. He really though he had it for a minute, thinking that he had fully figured out where these emotions for you had come from, and yet he had still fallen short.

"You know, you've never had one of my deserts before, have you?" You think out loud, humming. Kallark has the same conclusion. He did agree that the pie was certainly very good, but it did little to explain the fast-paced beating of his heart. He finishes the pie before he leaves for the night, and to your surprise, he waves you goodbye when he does so. He's never done that before, and you find yourself blushing again.

"Are you blind?" You startle at the voice, turning around to see Terry leaning against the serving window. You put your hands on your hips, shaking off the surprise.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You scoff. He lets out a laugh, and walks back into the kitchen. You lean after him. "Seriously Terry, what do you mean by that?!"

The longer Kallark stayed on this planet, the more he started to feel like a lovestruck fool.

He was coming to see you just about every night at the diner, picking up conversation with you more often than naught. He wasn't used to Terran courting customs, and he certainly wasn't used to the way you captivated his mind so often. That wasn't to say he wasn't trying, he just didn't really know how to show you this strange affection of his.

That was until he returned to the diner one day to find it trashed, glass windows shattered, kitchen actively burning. And worst of all, you, injured and in need for a rescue.

The night had started off so well that you feel like a fool for not knowing the other shoe was going to drop.

The diner had been a safe zone for so many for so long, it was only a matter of time before someone caught on to the many mutants who called it haven. A group of rather conservative folks had come in around midnight, Not giving anyone a minute of warning as they shattered the windows and stormed into the back to find Terry, presumably. You had dove for the emergency button, but was tackled and forced to the ground before you could. The few mutants that had been eating had scrambled, fighting tooth and nail to escape. You hoped that a few did, but your head had been slammed into the ground so hard you couldn't see straight. You're having a hard time thinking over the pain you are in, the screams from the customers, the smell of smoke that had started to travel through the air. You feel a few tears slip down your cheeks as the diner lay in ruins.

The weight on top of you lifts abruptly as a great gust of wind sends the man above you flying into the counter violently. You feel like you can't lift your head to see what's going on, but there's a commotion of yelling and the sounds of bodies being slammed and incapacitated. When you manage to open your eyes, you flinch as another one of the men goes flying past you, smacking sqaurely into the wall and falling limp to the ground.

A pair of familiar boots step into your view, and you find yourself being helped up by Kallark. You have to hold onto him to steady yourself, head aching with every movement as he helps you stand. It only takes a glance around you to see that he had rescued you right on time- the diner, not so much. You sway a little, and Kallark is quick to catch you.

"You're certainly the gentleman, aren't you?" You laugh. Kallark furrows his eyebrows as one of his hands gently probes the back of your neck and skull. You wince at the feeling, and he draws his hand away.

"You have a concussion. We should get you some medical assistance." Kallark says. If you weren't mistaken, You'd say that he almost looks concerned. You shake your head at him regardless.

"Hospitals don't take care of mutants around here." You say, frowning. "Most of the time I just suck it up- but I don't think that that's the best idea right now."

"You'd be correct." Kallark hums. "I'll get you to Xaiver, but it would be wise for you to try and stay awake in the meantime." You smile at him, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek as he picks you up into a bridal hold. He looks at you, wide-eyed for a moment, before he's off. He sincerely hopes that it's not possible for your kind to hear just how fast his heart is beating inside his chest.

"Thanks, Handsome. I owe you one."

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hi, I just got done dealing with a 12 hour migraine and just found your fate posts, if you would be willing could you do, Gareth, Mordred, Atalante Alter, and serenity with a male S/O fluff? Thank you so much if you do this!

Your Wish Is My Command!

(Damn, that sounds like hell, glad you're getting better dude! Also sorry it took so long to get this to you, for some reason Atalante Alter and Serenity weren't coming along and eventually I had to cut them out which is infuriating because I've wanted to write for both of them for awhile.)

Wordcount: 1,172

Time to Write: 47 days

Warnings: Female pronouns for Mordred because gender gets fucky when the Fate series is involved.

Gareth

(Fun Fact: Gareth was the first lancer I ever pulled! Also why are there no Gifs of best lancer but so much awesome fanart?)

You opened the door to the home you and gareth shared, the toils of the day weighing heavily on your mind and body.

“It seems Gareth isn’t home yet.” You muttered while you took your shoes off before forcing yourself to trudge towards the bedroom.

Unfortunately your exhausted body decided that the couch would serve just as well if not better than your bed as you flopped onto the piece of furniture with all of the grace of a bull in a china shop.

You briefly noted that the pillows Gareth picked out to decorate the couch were quite comfy and soft before a death like sleep finally took you.

-=-=-=-=-=-

Gareth opened the door to the home she shared with you, a yawn already escaping her as she kicked off her shoes

“Hmm what should I make for dinner?” Gareth asked herself as she stretched her arm and back.

“Then again I don’t really feel like making anything right… now…” Gareth trailed off as she walked into the living room and saw your sleeping form on the couch.

“Takeout it is.” Gareth muttered to herself with a smile as she kneeled down to look at your sleeping face.

“I wonder if I kiss him if that’ll wake him up just like in those stories about Knights and princesses?” Gareth quietly mused to herself before muttering “I’d better not risk it. Afterall, it’s not everyday I get to do something like taking a nice quiet nap with him.”

Gareth quietly stood up and made her way to the room the two of you shared to change into something a bit more comfortable.

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A comfortable weight laid upon your entire body while the sounds of soft snores did their best to lull you back to sleep with their ever enchanting melody, sadly allowing yourself to do that was out of the question because of the woman making the same song that tried to lull you back to your rest.

A mop of blonde and brown hair, a soft and happy face with a small amount of drool escaping her open mouth, her eye’s held closed by the embrace of sleep, her body pressed tightly into yours with a shirt that was a size or so too large covering her like a gown.

This was Gareth, not the night of the round table Gareth, but the young, excitable, woman Gareth, someone who enjoys cooking, someone who enjoys cheesy cartoons and comedy shows, someone who finds the world of love she has dived headfirst into with you at her side more exciting than anything her life from before could have ever offered.

And even if the entire world was at stake, she is someone who wouldn’t trade you for it.

Mordred Pendragon

Mordred Pendragon has been called a great many things.

Loud.

Rambunctious.

Chaotic.

Crazy.

Feral.

Bastard.

Monster.

Betrayer.

But not once has she been called what you dare to call her at least once every single day.

Cute.

And it infuriates her to no end.

No matter what she does to try and get you to call her something else, anything else, you always, always! Walk up to her and say with a smile “You really are cute Mo.”

And don’t get her started on that insufferable nickname that never fails to make her heart skip a beat, heat to rush to her cheeks, and her stomach to roil in a way that made her feel both extremely happy and extremely weird.

She has no Idea what was going on with you and how you were making her all weird, but her feelings on the matter could not be anymore paradoxical.

On one hand she wants you to treat her like everyone else does because that’s what she knows, it’s what she’s used to.

But on the other she wants you to praise her, to flatter her, to continue to call her cute, to continue to treat her in the way that no one else has treated her before.

She despises it and she loves it more than anything.

Then a certain day came.

There was nothing truly special about it, it was just a regular day, no holiday, no weird weather, no crazy phenomenon, just a regular day with a pretty high chance of rain all throughout the day.

And yet every time Mordred would ever look back on this day, it would be one of if not the day she called the best day of her life.

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Mordred kicked a rock as she trekked to the destination where you called her to.

“Why the hell am I even listening to that bastard's request?” Mordred muttered to herself as she kicked another rock down the trail she was following.

This exact same sequence of events continued for the next thirty minutes.

Mordred would kick a rock.

Then she would complain about why she was listening to you or say that she was just going to leave you out to dry.

Then she would continue forward and repeat the previous steps as many times as it took to reach the destination you set.

A hill that overlooked the city and the forest equally.

Mordred had to begrudgingly admit that the view was beautiful, the lights of the city contrasted by the shadows of the forest added a rather fairytale-esque look to it all.

And yet despite the view her eyes were squarely locked on you where you were sitting on the blanket, a basket and a cooler next to you.

“Hey there Mo.” You greeted her despite not even being able to see her from where you were.

“How’d you know I was here?” Mordred asked, the familiar feeling that name you always called her caused creeping in.

“I’ll admit, the first few times it tried that it was either a raccoon or a bird.” You answered with a chuckle.

“Oh, wonderful, fucking wonderful! Now his chuckle is getting me all weird! Damn it!” Mordred cursed in her mind.

“So why’d ya call me up here?” Mordred asked you.

You patted the ground next to you and said “come, come, sit.”

“Why he hell would I- NO! BODY! NO! LISTEN TO ME ARGHFKNDKGNJGOJM” Mordred screamed as her body moved towards you against her mind’s wishes.

Mordred sat down, her face as red as clarent, if not more so.

“Here, I want you to try this.” You told Mordred as you pulled out a carton of chocolate covered strawberries from the cooler and handed it to her.

“Is that the only reason you called me up here?” Mordred asked.

“No, but it’s one of them.” You admitted with a shrug.

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The picnic continued until night began to fall and Mordred finally decided it was time to do something about this damnable feeling you cause in her.

And if that meant sharing the last strawberry so be it!

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Again sorry about only doing half of this, whenever I get the motivation to write something for Atalante Alter or Serenity I'll be sure to try and tag you.

[maybe-limerence]

Ruler of the cruel. Pt.2

Yan! Author x Cruel! Reader x Yan! Best friend

T//W: yandere behavior, death, attempted non con.

A//N: I couldn’t quite imagine smut being in here, so I didn’t include it. I’m sorry. Also, mind the tags.

You woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Comfortable but unfamiliar.

You tried to get up, but as soon as you lifted yourself up your head started spinning. You fell back, rolling over on your side. A feeling of nausea washes over you.

“God, what happened?” You mutter.

“You’re awake, my love!” A voice called.

You rolled to where the sound was coming from, not daring to get up. Your eyes met his.

Wait, it’s the guy who I criticized.

“If you’re going to kill me, get it over with.”

“Kill you?!” He said with a shocked and offended expression on his face. “No no no, I love you! I love you so so much my dear,”

You narrowed your eyes, confused and angry. Who the fuck is this guy?! Love?! Have you two met before?!

“What the fuck?” You said, a sharp tone in your voice.

His face burned bright red.

“Let me go you freak,” you lash out.

He bit his lip. Confused, you look down.

Why the fuck does he have an erection? Is he seriously getting off on this?!

You tossed to your side, trying to ignore the little freak.

You heard him whine.

God, just end me.

You shut your eyes and tried to block out the whimpering. Eventually you nodded off.

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“What do you mean you can’t find them?!” Oliver, your best friend yelled at the officer.

“We mean we can’t find them. It’s like they vanished. We’re doing all we can,” the officer shrugged.

Oliver had never been one to be so reckless with his love, his one and only, his you.

Spitting a curse at the useless officer, he stormed out of the building.

‘I will find them, even if I have to burn down this city,’

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You had been in that wretched house for about a week. Sure, your every command was immediately followed by the man you knew as H.D. Oleander. He refused to tell you his real name

“It pains me to say this my love, but I can’t tell you,” he would whine.

You, at first, would call him names out of instinct. After a bit, you just stopped responding, only huffing a bit.

You would look out the window, trying to figure out where you were.

It was a beautifully awful place with a beautiful (you hated admitting how handsome he was) deranged man.

If only you had your best friend.

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It didn’t take long for Oliver to find out who took you. All it took was hacking into your work phone logs to find out the last person to call you.

The receptionist.

“Hello mister Sallow,” she put on a disgustingly cheerful voice. “How can I help you?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch with me,”

“Sure.” The receptionist batted her eyes, attempting to be seductive.

“Great, let’s go.”

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All it took was a knife to her throat to get her to tell him everything. Still, he couldn’t have her telling on him, now could he?

“Stupid bitch,” Oliver said coldly.

Oliver realized how much of an influence you had on him. He would have never sworn at a person, much less kill someone. Of course, you were everything to him. He laughed slightly.

“God, you have such an influence, you know that [READER]?” Oliver looked at the overcast sky.

He had the information, now all he had to do was kill the bastard.

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“You know, my love, considering we’re together now…” Oleander started.

You turned your head to look at him, you noticed how close he had gotten. His breath was on your neck as he grabbed your arms. You started panicking.

What is this freak going to do?

“I was think we should have intercourse,” he went on.

“Are you crazy?! I don’t love you, and you don’t have my consent!” You struggled to get away.

His eyes darkened.

“I don’t need your consent. We’re married!” He said.

What the hell.

You continued struggling, trying (and failing) to get away.

He pinned both your hands above your head.

You started to black out when you felt his weight off you and heard a loud bang.

You looked up to see Oliver holding a gun.

“Ollie?” You quickly got up and rushed to him.

You hugged him and, for the first time in 10 years, cried in his arms.

“Ollie.” you slowly looked up at him.

“Yes?” He replied, rubbing your back on soothing circles.

“How did you find me?”

“I found a few leads,”

“Oh, ok,” you mumbled, pressing your face deeper in his chest.

“Let’s go home,” he said, rocking you slowly.

You were safe with him, he’ll make sure of it.

[robocoplesb]

YOU’RE THE GIRL THAT I WANT, nikki sixx.

warnings: reader being mean to tommy, tommy and reader have a love-hate relationship, reader smoking, reader & nikki drinking, blood, reader is 17 (this is not mentioned).

author’s note: i'm not fluent in english, so, if there are any mistakes, let me know. I promise the next chapters will be better. good read<3

chapter two. chapter three.

chapter one

“— that’s nikki fucking sixx.”

tommy's words get tangled up in my head while i do what i do best for the last twenty minutes. that includes: sit, wait for the waitress to bring my whiskey, continue reading my book and pretend i'm listening to my brother daydream about the last band we saw. after spending two hours in a bar with my brother, watching some bands i only knew from the pictures on his bedroom walls, since our mother doesn't allow tommy to go out without me, here i was. drinking and reading more and more, which was just a test to find out what managed to make me unconscious of tommy's voice first. i almost felt the alcohol start to work on me, but then, tommy again.

"— YN, IT'S NIKKI SIXX"

he "whispered" a little too loudly after throwing a sachet of ketchup at me to get my attention. i almost yelled at him for the red drop that stained my book page, but i thought the couple next to us staring like we were crazy was enough.

“— who?”

i said, visibly irritated. i didn't know who nikki sixx was and wanted to stay like that, but i also knew that the only way to stop that bastard was to let him remind me who that nikki was.

"— from the band we just saw.”

when he turned back, i followed his gaze to the familiar black-haired man we'd saw earlier. when he looks at me again it feels like he's in the same room as god. i laugh at his reaction and take another sip of my drink, not believing his excitement at seeing that guy.

“— should i go talk to him?” — he asks me, extremely nervous. before i can tell him to go, he has another idea. “— yn, we should talk to him!” — i know there's no helping it when he starts pulling me across the diner to the bassist with his bloody nose.

“— nah, nah, nah, tommy! don't do this! i don't want- you fucking brat!-” — are the only things i can mutter as i try to protest. it doesn't work out, since we got to the guy pretty quickly anyway.

nikki doesn't notice us, then tommy starts (in the worst way possible).

“— yo, that was badass, dude.”

i felt shame burn in my bones when he looked up, confusion in his eyes, like he was trying to remember us somewhere in his life. he looked at tommy first, his long messed up hair and the ridiculous leopard leggins he stole from athena earlier. then, he looks at me. i was wearing a tommy jacket that was twice my size, my makeup still hadn't completely melted and i was starting to get drunk. nikki had a long hair and deep green eyes that stayed in mine longer than I expected.

“—...the show, not the nose — he almost stuttered as he realized how strange what he said was. “— but.. the nose is pretty badass too.”

i look down as i cover my face with one of my hands, definitely cursing tommy for keep trying to fix what he said. i say something in a low tone, so only me and the two men can hear. “— shut up, thomas”

“— the singer is an asshole.” - is all he says before he stops staring at me. he seems upset and unwilling to start a conversation, what makes me wonder why we're still here. before awkwardness becomes present between us, tommy smiles at him.

“— i know! we saw the whole thing. but, hey, fuck him, though. he deserved it!”

the words didn't seem to comfort him much, who just ignored it and continued reading the newspaper in front of him. then, in a desperate attempt to get any attention from him, my brother spouts the dumbest line i've ever heard him say.

"— i got your poster on my bedroom wall.” again, he realizes reality automatically and the regret is visible in the way he avoids eye contact with the bassist. there is an eerie silence after he says this. a silence i break before he adds another idiocy.

“— i can't believe you just said that. - i felt tommy stare at me like he was screaming "you are not helping". i look at him, then at nikki. “— sorry, man. i'm yn, this is my brother, tommy. he still hasn't learned much about socialization.”

and he smiled, an act so quick i almost missed the way he looked at me before the waitress stopped beside us again. “— anything else i can get you, kids?” — before she could finish her sentence, tommy had already sat down in the chair across from nikki, and i just followed him.

nikki turned for her. “— could you get me a jack and coke?”

she nodded and wrote down what he asked. “— and for you?” — she asked tommy, who wasn't really hungry, but asked for something to continue the conversation.

“blueberry pancakes, please.”

then she looked at me, waiting for me to say something. “— a shot of strawberry liqueur” — her first reaction was to try to hide her laughter, the second was to ask for my id. in fact, i understood why. i really wasn't old enough to legally consume alcohol, and being between two guys who were noticeably older than me just made me look younger. i showed her my (clearly fake) id. obviously, she didn't believe i was 28, as it said there. no sane person would believe that, but she just walked away and said nothing.

“— my new band is gonna be something nobody’s ever fucking seen before.” — nikki tells us. he has such a dreamy bright ligh in his eyes, that for one moment, makes me think he could light up the whole city very easily. tommy also seemed enlightened at the idea of being able to be part of this future band.

nikki reads something in his paper and then circle with a red pen. I don't pay attention to what's written, but my brother is quick to pull one of his drumsticks from his belt and point to the circled text. “— that dude looks pretty cool.” — he says.

nikki smiles, looking a little frustrated. “— do you carry this with you everywhere?” — he points to the drumstick twirling between tommy's fingers.

“— yeah, he thinks he'll get the girls with this” — i say after looking at Tommy and seeing how he didn't know the best answer to that question.

“— where’d you learn to do that?” — nikki asks.

tommy's stick almost hits the floor when he notices the bassist's sudden interest. “— school marching band” — he answers. “— hey, but he rock’s too” — i add, trying to help him get along with nikki

the waitress arrives with our orders. nikki took the cap off the bottle and took the whole bottle. it wasn't actually a big bottle, but still tommy was impressed with what he made.

nikki smiled again, with a different aura.

“— are you from the city?”

“— yes, we are always around”

...

“— good to know.”

-

i watched tommy argue with a officer across the street, since our car had been fined. with every scream i heard from them, it was like hearing my parents' future screams at me. i took the cigarette that was tucked behind my ear and put it to my lips, hoping to find a lighter between my bag’s mess. i didn't find it. i dropped the bag from my hands, thinking that there was no way this shit could get any worse. we left the diner as soon as we finished our conversation with nikki. i had been standing here for over 10 minutes and i felt like i would soon be the next one to explode.

“— hey, yn, right?” — i heard someone say right after putting a hand on my shoulder. i turned around, and there was the bassist again. he analyzed my brother's situation for a few seconds before looking at me again. “— are you ok?”

i took the cigarette from my lips and forced a smile “— yeah, just… he still hasn’t got his driver’s license either”

“— you can say that.” — and despite how i was at that moment, i laughed. it was a good feeling. almost as i could forget what was really going on across the street. “— well, can i get your number? he's in, but we need to talk about the band.”

“— can you get me a lighter?” — i was going to pass the number for him anyway, i saw how excited tommy was about it.

nikki took a lighter out of her pocket and lit it, placing it closer to me. i held the cigarette between my lips again and leaned in, until the smell of nicotine invades my nostrils.

"- thaanks” — i said as i picked up my bag from the floor and started looking for something again. i took out a slightly crumpled cigarette and handed it to him, seeing the confusion on his face again. “— turn it.” — he obeyed, the same way i obeyed my mother a few months ago when she told me to write down our new number, so i wouldn't forget. i wrote it on a cigarette because it was the first thing i saw in front of me.

he stuffs the cigarette in his jacket pocket, along with the lighter, then turns to me again. “— i will need your brother to come to my house tomorrow. you can come too.”

“—ownt, thank you for the permission, sir.” — i laugh as i drag the cigarette again, and then crossed the street.

[ ★ ]

“ look at you kids, you know you're the coolest

the world is yours and you can't refuse it

seen so much, you could get the blues

but that don't mean that you should abuse it. ”

— love, lana del rey.

[vampsquerade]

i need angst so bad in my life

horangi with a reader that gets mortally wounded in battle trying to protect him only to find out that horangi’s been shot regardless and they both die next to each other?

ACTUAL ANGST IN MY INBOX TOO??? sorry for uploading this so late and making it so graphic. The fic will be under the cut and will be marked appropriately due to the graphic content.

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Horangi x GN!Reader: We Can Only Do So Much

Trigger Warnings: DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT, heavy angst, angst with a sad ending, very minute hurt/comfort, graphic depictions of gun violence, death, excessive bleeding, fatal injuries,

Contracted to KorTac back in 2022, you’d just so happened to find your other half there. Hong-Jin ‘Horangi’ Kim was the kindest man you’d ever met. Sure, he had a bit of a troubled past and he might have fucked around a bit too hard and accidentally found out; choices have consequences, blah, blah, blah…but all of those consequences subsequently lead him straight to someone he had loved. And that someone? Well surprise, it just so happened to be you! And now here you were, 4 years later and in the second year of your newfound relationship. Life felt so much better with him, even though you were just some mercenary that joined to have a better shot at having high value targets.

More risk, more reward; that was your personal motto.

The two of you were to set off on an off-the-grid duo mission, one that would take out an infamous drug-lord. This very same drug lord was from South Korea and…well, you can see why Hong-Jin was borderline afraid of the day this mission would come. He practically was never allowed to go back home purely for his and his family’s safety, confiding in KorTac for such a thing. And having to go back to hopefully kill the drug lord he made a bet with? It terrified him to his very core. You’re quick to notice the shift in your boyfriend’s demeanor, and you walk up to him. Gently grabbing his hand, you lean up and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s okay to be scared, alright..? But you and I are going to do this together and I won’t let anyone hurt you, okay?” You reassure him. Hong-Jin sighs deeply, squeezing your hand gently. “I know but…this guy is completely crazy and serious—he wants me dead. I-I can’t help but feel scared, and I’m glad you can understand that. I just…thought I would be strong when this day eventually came,” he says in that same hushed tone. “And that’s perfectly fine. The two of us are going to get him and take him down once and for all,” you reassure him delicately. “And what happens if we don’t?” Hong-Jin asks. The bluntness of his tone catches you off guard, and your shocked expression just screams this. You can feel his eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses, staring at you sharply.

“Then let’s just not think about that and focus on the mission. This is the closest we’ve been to finding him—we have to do this…for you, and everyone else that man’s taken advantage of,” your words bleed confidence as you speak. Hong-Jin nods, removing his sunglasses briefly to look into your eyes. You can see the fear he has, but also the slight relief of knowing that you’ll be with him is more than enough to ease his mind. “Okay…okay. Let’s go then—we have a bastard to kill,” Hong-Jin firmly commands. The two of you then head off into an armored truck in the dead of the night. There were about to be several casualties tonight; whether they be civilians or not, blood was going to rush down the streets like a river.

You follow the vehicle you had tagged at a distance, your fingers gripping onto the steering wheel of the car tightly. You were determined to make sure Hong-Jin faced his demons and get out of there alive, no matter what. But it was no use; there were more demons out in the world than there were the two of you. And they were already well aware of your pursuit of the drug lord. Two unmarked black cars then pulled out of an alleyway and followed right behind you. “Fuck…Horangi, get ready to hold on tight and open fire. I’m about to get us the fuck away.” You say with confidence, calling your boyfriend by his callsign now that you were out in the field and didn’t want your identities compromised.

The car you were pursuing then suddenly speeds up, causing you to do the same to keep up the chase. Without hesitation, Hong-Jin peeks out and begins to fire his M4 with incendiary rounds right into the cars behind the two of you. Shots are fired back, and the two of you make sure to keep your heads as low as possible to ensure your safety. Hong-Jin then shoots the armed man in the passenger’s seat before firing at the engine. The incendiary round ignites within, blowing up the car. The tires screech a lot as it goes out of control, hitting the back of the car slightly and forcing you to stabilize it before you continue your pursuit. “Seriously?! It manages to hit us and not the other fucking van?!” you exclaim through clenched teeth.

“Just drive! We can’t afford to lose the target!” Hong-Jin yells over his own gunfire. He pops back in and out constantly, switching mags like a madman. You’re sure to cover fire as best you could, going so far as to shoot through the windshield enough that it just shatters. Hong-Jin manages to successfully shoot the tires of the other car behind you, causing it to swerve from side to side before crashing into a building. You see innocent people getting hurt all around you and it distracts you. Innocent people aren’t the ones who should suffer this; that’s why this drug lord must die. Suddenly, as you’re lost in your thoughts, a bullet suddenly lodges right into your shoulder and causes you to lose your handling of the steering wheel.

“FUCK—HOLD ON!” you exclaim through gritted teeth as you try your best to get control of the wheel. Hong-Jin quickly comes in and helps you get control of the wheel, checking your wound. “Shit—it went through you completely! Are you sure you should still be driving?!” he exclaims, ducking when more bullets come towards you. “I’m not losing him! This is our only chance!” you exclaim. One of the front tires of the car you’re in is shot out as well right after you turn, causing the car to flip over. “Get out and get cover behind the car!” Hong-Jin exclaims. He quickly helps you out of the car, getting the both of you to cover behind it. “Are you crazy?! The tank’s leaking gas! We have to find cover somewhere else!” you exclaim.

“Dammit!” Hong-Jin yells, grabbing you and helping you to cover. The car then explodes after a molotov aimed towards you two as you ran away ignites the leaking gas, sending metal flying everywhere. It grazes Hong-Jin’s bicep, slicing it right open. He growls out in pain, almost like the tiger he claims himself to be before turning and opening fire. The enemy then pushes back, allowing for the two of you to push forward and continue to pursue your target. You fire a few shots from your pistol, managing to shoot the target in the ankle and in the left lung as well as killing two of his guards. He falls to the floor, trying to crawl away. Neither of you even notice it on time, but he has an Uzi on him as you approach.

Once the two of you are close enough, he turns over and opens fire. Everything that transpires seemingly happens in slow motion, as you turn to use your body to shield Hong-Jin from harm. You can feel every single bullet pierce your body, all except for one, which grazes Hong-Jin’s neck right where his jugular is. Time seemingly resumes normally and the two of you fall to the ground, with you on top of him. Blood is swiftly filling your lungs and it becomes harder to breathe as you begin to choke. “Not…many have lived after they attempted to kill me…but nobody is going to live once they have…” the target says as he lays there now on the floor.

You look up at Hong-Jin, who’s also struggling to breathe. “H…Hey…I’m so sorry…I love you…” You wheeze. “Don’t…you dare apologize…” Hong-Jin says. He then brings his hands up to gently wrap around you, holding you weakly against him. “I love you…I have loved you…And I will always love you…” Hong-Jin whispers. He then lifts you up, as if in denial that you’re past the point of saving. “Let’s go home…” he says softly. Putting one foot in front of the other, he carries your lifeless body closely to his chest. Fatigue then takes over from the excessive blood loss and he sits with you in an alleyway, leaned up against a wall. “I love you…” he breathes weakly. There, in that lonely little alleyway, the two of you expire; your attempt to protect him failed

The tragic lovers are no more.

[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me: Chapter 13 - The Creel House

Chapter 13 | Series Masterlist

2.8k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, blood, bullets, an author who wants you to suffer, flimsy references to canon, offensively pink robes.

“Okay what do we say we go see if the Creel house has any unwanted guests that we can dispatch?” Robin asks, a shout from the living room. “It's a solid theory.”

Eddie’s head, turned to the sound now whips back to you,

“Absolutely fucking not.” 

“Eddie…” You start, trying to ignore the way he stares at you incredulously, 

“You really think I’d be cool with taking you there?”

“You really think I’d be cool with missing out on icing the bastard?” 

“Jesus this is like arguing with Dustin. I’m not taking you!” You arch an eyebrow at him testily, folding your arms, refusing to budge.

“Um… Eddie?” You both turn to Robin, “I’m not taking sides here but the alternative is what? Leaving her here alone?” You gesture to Robin, nodding profusely,

“No, the alternative is she and I will both stay here.” 

“Way to talk about me like I’m not here.” You snap, “That’s fine, we’ll wait here on our own, knowing that you’re being targeted. We’ll let everyone else go to the house, because we know that splitting up the group has always proved successful before hasn’t it?” 

“I’m not happy about this.” Eddie glowers at Steve from his seat beside you.

“Relax Munson. We’re clear on the plan, aren’t we?” Steve addresses you but doesn’t turn his attention from the road, despite finding Eddie’s van a lot easier to handle than the RV. 

“I’m staying in the van while you check the house out. I’m only stepping into the house if Eddie thinks it's safe enough.” You repeat the plan back to Steve in a monotone, your displeasure clearly indicated. 

“Who knows, we might be way off with this and it’s just an empty, partially destroyed creepy house.” Robin jokes hoping to cut the tension in the atmosphere. You lean your head on Eddie’s shoulder, feeling the tension dissipate from his body as he wraps an arm around you.

“Don’t be grumpy. You know I only want you safe.” He murmurs against your head after pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I’m always grumpy.” Eddie snorts at your whispered reply, “It’s why you love me so much.”

“Hmm, one of many reasons.” He concedes as the van slows to a stop outside the house.

"Besides, the feeling is mutual. I only want you safe." 

"I know, and I only want to make sure that when the little guy makes his appearance it's into a safe world." 

“You come back to me this time. You hear me?” You wrap your arms around Eddie tight, half tempted to never let him go, “You might drive me crazy but you’re mine, and I love you a lot.” Eddie kisses the top of your head, breathing in deeply,

“I love you too. I’ll always come back to you.” He gives you a smile as you look up at him, “You sure you want to wait here?” 

“Why? Can I come with you?” Eddie snorts and rolls his eyes at your unwillingness to let this go, 

“Absolutely not. I just meant comfort wise, you gonna be okay?” 

“Are you kidding? I have the entire front seat to myself and a pack of ginger gum, this is going to be a blast.” You offer up, unable to stop the sarcasm from bleeding into your voice. Eddie grimaces at the mention of the ginger gum. “Say what you like, it's a godsend for nausea.” 

“Okay, just. Stay safe okay?” You nod and salute at him as he backs away hesitantly. You try to tell yourself he’s not looking at you like he’s expecting it to be the last time he’ll ever see you, but you’re not so good at lying to yourself.

"Come back to me." You repeat, firmly.

You see the lights of torches through the house as they move through the building, the lights disappearing as they retreat further into the house. You roll down the window, listening to the still night air until you hear bike tyres close by,

“Dustin what the fuck!” You yelp as Dustin appears seemingly out of nowhere, “What are you doing here?” 

“What are you doing here?”

“I asked first!” You hiss at him, trying to keep your voice quiet.

“I asked second!” Dustin was getting less scared of you the more time you spent together, and since he’d figured out that you were pregnant he’d been even more careful to not step on your nerves. Tonight this had evidently gone out the window.

“You can’t be here!” Dustin plants his feet as you speak, clearly not willing to budge. You’re contemplating bundling him into the back of the van to drive him home, how heavy can a 14 year old boy be, really? When the unmistakable sound of gunfire rings out from the house.

Neither you or Dustin stop to consider the dangers in front of you, both of you running blindly towards the sound, his bike dumped beside the opened van door.

The room your feet carry you into is dark, lit only by the strobing torches that lay on the floor, abandoned by their holders. You count three figures that register your arrival into the room, the fourth has his back to you, suspended in the air. Nancy appears in front of you, trying to push you and Dustin from the room but the two of you push past her. 

There’s a ringing in your ears that limits your ability to hear. The shouts around you sound miles away, but you can make out Steve yelling,

“Where did he go? How is he doing this?” 

Robin fumbles with the boombox on the floor, shaking hands trying to jam in a tape hastily grabbed from the glove compartment of the van. She gets it in and hits the button, her eyes darting back up to Eddie’s blank face.

You can’t look away but eventually your hearing comes back and you manage to croak out weakly, barely heard over the sound of music,

“What, what can I do?” Robin shakes her head at you,

“We only know one certain way to get someone out of the trance, unless he wants to let them go.” 

You reach up, taking Eddie’s limp hand in yours, noticing how cold it is compared to yours.

“Eddie, baby I’m here, come back to me. Please. You promised you’re coming back to me this time.” He doesn’t reply, of course he doesn’t. But you persist regardless, you squeeze his hand,

“I’m right here, I love you so much and I’m not going anywhere, not ever.”

The light from the torches stops flickering, the light growing brighter until the bulb shatters, plunging the room into darkness. 

“No one fucking move!” Steve yells out and you tuck Dustin behind you on instinct, ignoring the resistance from him. 

Floorboards creak to your left, the sound immediately met with gunfire. You hear a splattering sound and a choked laugh,

“You think this will be so easy?” 

No one answers the deep voice, the only sound you hear once the ringing in your ears ceases is Nancy shifting her weight and taking a breath as she aims once more. The next shot is deafening, that is, it literally deafens you. Rendering you unable to see or hear, but your sense of smell is quick to compensate, the thick metallic smell of blood filling your nostrils. You feel hands at your shoulders, shaking you slightly and can just about make out Nancy’s face in the darkness, you can see her lips moving but the sound isn’t able to reach you yet. 

“Eddie.” You’re not sure if the sound actually leaves your mouth but you slip out of Nancy’s grasp to turn back to Eddie, grasping at his hand once more. His body lurches lower to the ground, prompting Nancy and Robin to stand either side, catching him as he drops from his suspension, struggling to maintain their footing under the sudden weight of the metalhead in their arms.

“Wait, something’s wrong.” Nancy looks at Eddie’s face, still blank.

“Eddie?” You step forward, tapping his face, calling his name but he’s still non-responsive. You press your hand to his chest, sickening dread spreading.

"Where are we taking him, hospital?" You clutch Eddie's head to your chest, as if you could protect him from further harm. From the front seat Nancy, Robin, and Steve share a conspiratorial glance.

"We don’t think it's something that can be fixed by the hospital. We’re taking him to… an expert.”

“Eddie told you about Eleven, didn’t he?” Dustin pipes up, you nod.

“She can help him?”

“She can try.”

You press your hand back to Eddie’s chest, only exhaling once you feel his heart beating under your fingers. You don’t remove your hand until you arrive at the Byers’ new home. Nancy runs in first, frantically knocking at the door until Hopper, clad only in his boxers, answers the door, anger disappearing from his face as Nancy starts gesturing to the van and explaining. He nods once and retreats into the house as Nancy runs back to the car, helping Steve to support Eddie’s limp body and bring him into the house. 

A girl with cropped hair is waiting in the living room, rubbing sleep out of her eyes as Eddie is laid down on the couch. Steve explains, and to her credit the girl takes all of his babbling in her stride, nodding along. 

“You think you can help?”

“I can try.” 

Dustin switches the tv on and settles on a channel emitting white noise and grabbing a dishcloth from the kitchen which Eleven ties around her eyes.

“What-what is happening.”

“Trust the process.” Steve offers a comforting smile as you kneel beside Eddie, watching as Eleven touches his hand and leans back.

“It’s… dark here.”

“What do you mean?” Dustin frowns

“I can’t see anything… wait.” Eleven’s hand reaches out and grasps yours, the room around you fading like smoke in the wind until you are standing with Eleven’s hand in yours, in a void. 

“Wait wait wait!” You can hear Dustin’s voice, but it's a faint echo around you.

“Did you just bring me into Eddie’s…mind?” You look around, unnerved by the stillness of the place around you.

Eleven nods, “I didn’t know if I could. I needed someone who knows him better than me.”

“Okay, but what now?” The void stretches beyond you both in all directions, 

“We wait. There will be something soon. Something we can follow.”

Then you hear it. A voice in the distance. Too far to work out the words.

It’s not Eddie. The voice’s owner is much younger.

You follow, until a shape is visible in the distance. 

It’s not Eddie. The shape is too small.

As the words become clearer you become less certain. 

“He doesn’t want me.” It’s a quiet sob. “I’m not good enough.”

You glance at Eleven who nods at your unasked question. You kneel down beside the figure, clearing your throat quietly in an attempt to announce your presence quietly, without frightening the figure beside you. It doesn’t work, the figure still starts, his head whipping around, tearfilled eyes locking with yours.

Eyes you’d know anywhere.

The boy wipes his eyes, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” 

“I’m a friend Eddie, I promise.” You smile softly, trying not to wince as you notice the knicks over his skull from clippers held too roughly by unkind hands. There’s still suspicion and distrust over the boy’s face.

“We’re friends?” You nod. 

“And her?” He points at Eleven

“She’s a friend too. We’re trying to help you.” Eleven sits beside you as you speak,

“Why are you hiding here?” 

“‘S scary.” A shiver runs through him.

“Can you show us? Maybe we can make it less scary.” He shakes his head emphatically, but points into the distance. 

“You’ll come back?” He looks up at you as you start to stand up,

“I promise.” 

Much like the room had before the boy before you disappears, you turns your head to Eleven, following her,

“That was Eddie. As a kid. How does that work?”

“I don’t know.” Eleven smiles apologetically, “He was scared, maybe that was the time when he was most scared.”

The void ahead of you is changing colour the further you progress, turning red, ash falling around you as you walk through storm clouds. The sense of foreboding growing within you as you see shapes forming in front of you, eventually recognising them as memories. None of them good, constantly playing on a loop.

“This is Henry doing this.” Eleven finally speaks up, “He’s stuck him here.”

“But Nancy- Nancy killed him.” A tear slips down your cheek, “We can get him out right? We can’t leave him here.” 

Eleven nods,

“We can. We just need to find his happiest memories.” You continue to walk, it feels like you are walking miles until you see a brighter memory, you recognise the face in front of a teenaged Eddie, even without the wrinkles. It’s the night Eddie was dropped off at Wayne’s.

A scowl is fixed firmly on Eddie’s face as he stares at the man before him, who doesn’t bat an eyelid at the fierce expression, just smiles softly,

“Alright kid, you take a seat on the sofa. I’ll make you some dinner.” 

“Or what?” Wayne stops in his tracks, a troubled frown passing over his features,

“Or nothing. If you don’t want to sit, or have dinner that’s fine. You take all the time you need. You’ve got the room there to yourself.”

Eddie looks taken aback, he’d expected a shout, a fight. He slowly steps over to the sofa, sitting on the edge, watching Wayne with suspicion. 

“Mac n cheese okay?” Wayne holds up the blue box for Eddie’s approval, he nods.

You look over at Eleven, 

“Think that could work?” 

“We should try to find more. Henry’s influence is too dark to be broken by just one happy memory.”

You catch a glimpse of your cheerleader uniform in the next memory, frowning as you don’t remember this at first. 

You’re walking to your table, purposefully avoid eye contact with Eddie. Glaring at him once you sit down, noticing the smirk that spreads across his face, flipping him off as the smirk spreads. Rolling your eyes as he throws his head back in laughter. 

Eleven frowns in confusion, “That’s a happy memory?”

“It’s a long story.” 

Eddie casts his eyes around the crowded lunchroom. His expression clearly reading, “same shit, different year.”, his gaze eventually setting on a table, empty save for two freshmen. The first wears a Weird Al shirt that makes him laugh, the other clearly dressed by his mother. He saunters over to them and plops himself in front of them, careful to appear casual, not wanting to intimidate them.

“How does this work, how do we make him see these? We can’t, like, grab them and pull them over to him.” Eleven shakes her head at your question,

“No, but when we go back to the living room, you can remind him.” 

“You know this is an old wives tale.”

“I do. Still,” You yelp as Eddie plucks a strand of hair from your head and loops one of his rings through it, “Can’t blame a guy for wondering.”

You roll your eyes, leaning your back against his chest as he dangles the ring over your stomach, 

"It’s circling! That means girl!” You narrow your eyes as you watch the ring “Are you blind? It’s clearly swinging back and forth. I’m telling you, there is a mini Eddie in there!” 

You see the smile on his face falter for a second, but it is quickly replaced when you speak up once more,

“Do we really care? I just want this baby to be healthy and loved.” Eddie kisses your cheek, relief on his face.

“Close your eyes.” 

Eleven rips the blindfold from her eyes, both of you gasping as though resurfacing. You blink your eyes, adjusting to the light in the room. You shift closer to Eddie’s ear, to whisper to him. You whisper everything you’d seen, reminding him of fun campaigns he’d run, 

“Don’t think I didn’t see the one where you fell off the table.” Your hand creeps to his, holding it tight. 

You remind him of the time you flipped him the bird and feel his hand flex in yours. You persist, until finally his eyes snap open, gasping for breath and clutching at your arm until he registers he’s safe. 

“Hey, it's okay, you’re at the Byers’ house.” Eddie glances around at the faces around him, settling on Hopper across the room,

“Why am I looking at the chief of police in his boxers and a pink robe?”

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[turnthemasunder-if]

Happy STS! But oh no! One of your characters has been stabbed! What chaos does this bring about? Who's been stabbed, who did the stabbing, who yanks the sword out without thinking, etc.? ♥️

Hello Tori thank you for the ask and I apologize for not answering your first ones been busy haha. So reading this made me laugh(Alot) because on the crew's line of job its very stabby Hazard lol.

Let's try to interview them shall we.

(Chase) Author- Hey buddy I got an ask?(Seeing a scissor on his arm)

Chase- Oh this? It's nothing(Waving it off) tried hitting a girl on the way home.

Author- What does this girl looks like?( Inquire getting curious)

Chase- Wellll...She's wearing a mask and carrying a scissor for some reason and oh she has the biggest smile you ever seen( He says happily.

Author- Uh huh!...It seems that you have met Ms. Kuchisake-onna and let me guess she ask if she's beautiful and you replied no?

Chase- Yup(Removing the scissor on his arm) but I was gonna say she's hot and well she stabbed me on the arm and run off. I feel so wozzy!(Then he fall faced first to the ground passing out maybe from blood loss)

(Charles)

Author- Hey there princess!(Waving him off)

Charles- Damn it! How many times do I have to say to you bastards that don't call me that!(He says and plucking out some glass shards on his hands)

Author- Are you alright?(Eyeing him with concern)

Charles- Am I alright?( He ask exasperated) I swear MC will be the death of me and I think they're doing it on purpose just to smite me! I mean who is on thier right mind will be jumping out of the window?(He chuckles crazily)

Author- At least you surivived?( I don't really know how to comfort him lol))

Charles- Oh yes I'm grateful for that(He rolls his eyes) MC landed on pillows while I landed my ass on beer bottles(He begins to walk away and muttering along the way)

Author- Oh one more thing Charles

Charles- WHAT?!

Author- (Stifling a laugh) Careful your leaking(Pointing to the blood on the floor)

Charles- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! KILL ME NOWWWW(He continues to laugh along the way)

(Angel)

Author- Heya Angel?(Seeing a finger missing on her hand)

Angel- Oh this? I just got out from playing Five Finger Fillet(She brandishes her stump in front of me)

Author- I see your having fun( I chuckle)

Angel- Oh yeah! You have seen the cheating bastard when I rip his fingers one by one( He grins and retrieving a knife from her belt)

Say fancy for a match?

Author- No thanks I rather keep my fingers where they are

Angel- Your no fun Author(Pouts) Oh well maybe Charles or Chase will want to play

Author- Charles is having his tantrums and removing glasses from his body and Chase is passed out on the floor right now!

Angel- Passed out eh? Well I'm feeling rather artistic today so if you excuse me I'm just gonna draw lots of dicks and slurs on his snoozing face(Laughs maniacilly)

(Maria)

Author- The last but not the least our cute bunny(searching for her)

Maria my fellow countrysister how are you doing this fine night?

Maria- If you count being stabbed a lot fine! Well I'm peachy!(She says sarcastically)

Author- What happened?

Maria- Oh nothing much just out patrolling and got ambushed by those bloodsuckers and using a kid as hostage!( she nurses a bruise on her cheek with ice)

So letting my guard down they stabbed again and again and again. So I got pissed and killed them all except for one and stabbed a lot for payback

Author- Remind me not to get on your bad side(Distancing myself from here!)

Maria- Oh yeah that reminds we can I find Charles?(She stands up from a chair with a dark look on her eyes)

Author- In his room why?(Poor...poor Charles)

Maria- Let's just say we have unfinished business and I don't like the words he used on me(Cracking her knuckles) and did something horrible to my stuffs.(Leaving me alone and exacting her revenge)

Author- Well that's all folks I hope you love my crazy cast and for those Charlesmancers out there well better pray for his soul LMAO

[march-harrigan]

Feel like talkin' about my top 3 Jervi now. I don't mean top 3 like a ranking list but rather, these three Hatters are tied for first place in my heart. I love damn near every Jervis I've come across but these. THESE are the ones I'm thinking about constantly. Since they're all equal, I'll just post them in the order that I 'met' them. Spoilers ahead.

BTAS

Baby's first Hatter. I make it no secret on here that I'm an old fogey. Batman: The Animated Series got it's start when I was just a little thing. A couple of years later, I was watching reruns whenever I could catch them, and one of those was Perchance to Dream. So imagine a little hare, sat in front of the TV. I don't remember how old I was exactly but it was single digits and I could READ. I remember this because I was pissed when Bruce pulled the whole "can't read in dreams" line because I had absolutely read things in dreams. But anyway, probably about 7-8 years old. Now obviously Jervis wasn't revealed until near the end of the episode and we didn't get a whole lot of time with him but I was little, okay? So when I saw a character design I liked or enjoyed a character's voice, that stuck with me. Jervis had both of these things going for him in SPADES. I was very confused by "the Mad Hatter" being in a Batman cartoon but I was THERE for it. Not much later, I managed to catch a rerun of Mad as a Hatter and that cleared a few things up for me. By that point, I was smitten. His pretty blue eyes in the first half of the episode(god I wish they'd kept that), those big teeth, his SMILE, Roddy McDowall's voicework. And in some ways, even though I knew he was doing bad things, I kind of felt for him. Even as a kid, I could kind of recognize when a character was tragic. I just didn't really have the words for it at the time. I'd go through phases, in and out of BTAS throughout my childhood. But any time I could catch one of his episodes was an absolute joy for me. I fully admit that part of this one is the nostalgia goggles. But I truly do love him as well, especially as I've gotten older and better at analyzing why I like him, even coming to relate to him in some ways(mainly the hyperfixation on and tendency to withdraw into fictional worlds. I know this applies to all versions, but this is the one I grew up with and where the comfort of someone who was 'like me' in that way began). I also relate to the meek persona he shows early on, and the eventual temper more than I probably should. I've gotten better at managing it. But it's safe to say I've been the quiet guy with the eventual hare trigger temper. If there's one positive thing I can take away from my shared experience with him, it's that I've learned to drop the facade and be as cring-I mean WHIMSICAL as I want to be.

Arkham Games

You have NO idea how excited I was when I heard that Arkham City had a Mad Hatter side mission. My main goal when I started the game, even after doing the research and finding out how many I would have to play, was to get to him. I was definitely in it for the Riddler challenges as well, but Jervis was my top priority and bonus points for the audio logs(have I mentioned I hate every iteration of Hugo Strange I have seen to date?). I was... Disappointed? But not by Jervis himself. No, Jervis was absolutely delightful. From his dialogue, to the way he moved, and right down to his disheveled appearance. And lord knows Peter MacNicol's voice has an effect on me. This man does 'crazy little bastard' SO fucking well. Not just the voice but the mannerisms were absolutely flawless. I listen to Arkham Hatter voice lines at bedtime just so I can go to sleep in a good mood. He makes me giddy and giggly and I don't even know what else to say on the matter! No, the reason I was disappointed was that the side mission was so short! The cutscene leading into it was enough to have me instantly smitten with the man, only for it to be a short beat 'em up section. My heart hurt for him when I unlocked the audio logs. Just listening to Strange actively and purposely making Jervis' mental issues worse(Did I mention... I hate Hugo Strange?). After that I played Origins. I think it did better in giving us more Hatter content(uncomfortable ending aside). When I climbed out of that sewer and those rabbit mask goons started singing, I was CACKLING. I was SO excited to get into another Hatter mission, just hoping this time I'd get more and it delivered! Finally getting to go into the hat shop I saw in Arkham City, the 'sir' dialogue, taking screenshots because I wanted to capture how fuckin' SHORT he was. All leading into a fun and beautiful Wonderland platforming section. My first time through, it took me a damn while because I had to stop and admire every little detail. It might have bee a different dev team, but they went all out to make this section scream 'Jervis'. From the cards replacing the experience bats, to the stone faces and stained glass images of Jervis, right down to the tea river with sugar cubes floating down it. GOD, it was an experience. Also. "No one ever wanted to hear what Jervis had to say, he might as well have been INVISIBLE." That. Should not have given me childhood flashbacks, but MORE RELATABILITY I GUESS. And finally Arkham Knight. This game cemented his place as one of my favorite Hatters in any Batman media. He's gone from a sometimes rhymer to an always rhymer and as much as I hate it, knowing it's indicative of his mental state, I also find it kind of endearing? The interrogation recording with him and Cash never fails to make me laugh and, OOOOH speaking of laughs, his makes my heart flutter. By this point, Peter MacNicol had been cemented as my favorite Hatter voice(not an easy feat when you have Roddy McDowall to compete with). I liked this one because we get to talk with him a lot. SO much good dialogue. And the pop-up book setting of the finale was just... Masterfully done. I spent so much time taking screenshots, admiring all the little details in his face and hands during this section. The sweat and grime and stubble on his face, that little smirk as he turns the page the first time, the painful-looking cracks in his fingernails. Even the fuzz on his fingerless gloves looked good. I usually don't make a big deal about graphics in games, but this? I loved. PS - Diversity win, Jervis is bisexual.

Secret Six

Where do I begin with this one? At first, I read it because I wanted to see him fight Doctor Psycho. But by the end, I was madly in love with this Hatter. So how about the fact that he's introduced fully nude and looking like absolute shit, high off his ass and wrapped around a skull hookah? Or the nonsensical speech patterns that are introduced with that scene? How he manages to simultaneously be a horrid little bastard and the cutest man I have ever seen in my life? And the wide range of expressions that accentuate how awful or cute he is in those moments? The bizarre but honestly funny writing choice that is him being, to quote Deadshot, a 'hat junkie'? And when I say hat junkie, I mean he built a setting into his hat that allows him to hypnotize himself into a state of euphoria. Also, he likes to get naked when he gets high. Sensory thing, maybe? Hell if I know, but here we are. High, naked Jervis. Honestly, they went into such detail with all of his weird little quirks. From the hilarious shit that comes out of his mouth to the fact he was making little hats for his fruit before he ate it. But then in his moments of lucidity, he's easily the smartest fucker on the team. And dangerous too. The fact that he was their secret weapon to block Doctor Psycho's mind control(and keep in mind that Psycho is one of the most powerful telepaths in the DC universe) is enough to attest to that. But then they go and up the ante by showing just what he's capable of when he singlehandedly defeats the Doom Patrol. After all the fun we'd had with him up to that point, it was incredible to see. I like scary men, and in that moment, Jervis was terrifying. But THE big moment that had me in awe of this Jervis was in the final battle. Stabbed with Cheshire's poison knife, finding himself in a hallucination of Wonderland. He's happy there, he's ready to accept his fate until his teammates explain what's happening to him. And what does this little son of a bitch do? He takes the knife out, walks it off, and hunts down Doctor Psycho by himself. And why does he do this? Why, because he thinks Psycho's a little bitch, of course! "When the real fighting starts, you always run. Why is that, do you suppose?" he asks. "See, that's why you'll never make the grade, doctor. Always hiding from the eye of madness." He proceeds to comment on Psycho eating tuna and not flossing afterwards and cuts him with that same poison knife. This Jervis is a genuine fucking badass! But as many Hatter stories do, this one ends in heartbreak and I'm left feeling for him. Man feels like he's finally made some real, genuine friends and gets pushed off a building. I'm not about to join the Ragdoll hate club for that moment(a lot of my faves in various media hurt a lot of my other faves so I'm used to that). But damn it hurt.

[riddles-and-diddles]

Don’t cry

AUTHORS NOTE: I haven’t truly posted a cute/sad fic of Edward and reader comforting themselves after the events of arkham knight. and i love writing this man so much! Warnings: none, sad, fluff at the end Word count: 1,530

Edward was no ordinary man, well, as much as he'd like to think. People were a conundrum to him as much as a puzzle; what not to say, what to say, it never made sense to him.

Until you began to work for him. 

It first started out at the GCPD cyber crime unit, working beside him and slowly- slowly, got him to warm up to you. It caused a lot of heartache, pain, and tons of riddles just to see that bastard smile, laugh, everything. But it was worth it years later down the ladder, now as his second in command and taking care of the small things he simply has no time for.

Of course you knew he began to lose sanity after Arkham city, Batman beating in his head as he let go of the simpletons that called themselves doctors and guards. After that? He was simply doing this to kill the dark knight once and for all, maybe a part of him wanted this obsession to end. Maybe he wanted to take down the bully once and for all. 

That all didn't matter anymore, the batman- bruce wayne, was unmasked this halloween in gotham city. Edward made you leave Gotham for the night in case you got hit by fear gas, or worse, hurt badly from thugs and gang wars happening. 

Part of you was happy. That there was no more Batman, no more obsession, no more. It was finally you and Edward now. Or, at least you hoped it to be.

Hearing your phone buzz off like crazy, you finally opened your eyes and saw the GCPD jail cell number on your phone, immediately seeing the worst as you picked up with fast hands. 

"Hello?"

There were sobbing, crying noises coming from the other end of the line. 

"Edward?"

"Please, please just help get me out. I need help."

This.. wasn't normal. For him to beg and plead? And especially asking for help? 

"I'll be in gotham in the morning-" 

"NO! I need you right now! Please, y/n.." he said, choking sobs and hiccups.

You reassured your precious, yet mildly annoying, boyfriend as he began to get dressed and throw on a pair of shoes.

Taking the nearest cab to Gotham from Metropolis, you kept your phone on hand in case he called again. It freaked you out more and more with the way he acted, so.. sad and broken. You knew he put all his efforts and goals into destroying the bat, and sure enough, the batman destroyed his beauty, his efforts and sanity once again. 

It took a total of 4 hours worth of a trip and nearly a thousand dollars for several cabs (bless you, Edward, for giving y/n money before she left). It finally hit 9am when you reached the GCPD, walking in guards and Cash looked at you nasty. Knowing why you were here. Knowing the humiliation of taking your boyfriend home. 

Their faces speak more: he failed again. Come get his sorry ass. 

"Where is he?" You spoke bluntly, giving daggers to the police man.

"Cell 4b," he pushed stacks of; paperwork, two tickets, and a written consent form stating he must do community service for a year. 

Getting the paperwork done was more of a hassle than last time you did this. 

Makes you wonder what all he must've done while you were gone. “Don’t know why you’re with his sorry ass,” one of the police officers muttered, soon glaring at the man who had dared say those words to you.

After what felt like hours, you finally got done and were in the process of finding him until- “Y/N, please.” Edward called out to you, nearly sobbing when he saw you again.

Feeling your feet move you before your brain could register anything more, you ran towards his cell with eyes of concern and worry. He looked.. Worse than what you had last seen, sure his eyes feel sunken in and his cheeks were hollow like ever, but.. He looked broken, beaten, sad. That wasn’t your Edward anymore, it was a man that gotten his world shattered, and broken. The guard walked to you both before unlocking the cell door, he ran into your arms, tighter than ever and as if he could loose you again. 

After the whole ordeal of officers giving you nasty looks, mutters, and pathetic looks from the other incarcerated criminals, you both finally reached the cab you called and walked right in. 

During the drive to your apartment, given that he informed you what happened with Catwoman and the toy factory (Good riddance, you thought), you figured the hotel you had back in metropolis seemed like a good home for now. But.. He was quiet. Too quiet. It was as if he was deep into thought, probably about everything that had taken place. “Edward..?” You whispered to him, hand on his shoulder. He shrugged your hand off, eyes still glued outside the window. It had broken your heart a tad when he did that, but you knew it was probably another mood swing he was having, another failure of a plan, another defeat. You wish you could hold him forever and wish nothing but good for the man you called a partner, a boss, yours. You both finally reached the hotel, Edward nearly dragging his feet against the concrete. You unlocked the door and opened it for him, him taking it fast as he rushed in. You closed the door and dropped the bag of clothes he came with, soon walking towards him gently. Making sure you didn’t overstep any boundaries, you gently placed a hand on his shoulder, and as he turned to you, you felt every ounce of pain and anger he held in himself. Those beautiful blue eyes held more pain than you’ve ever seen. This meant more than just a simple love language, he needed more than that. “I lost to him.” He muttered. You didn’t say anything at first, soon climbing on top of the bed and holding him behind him. It was about a minute before you said anything to him, “He cheated again, he had to of, he can’t always win against your intellect.” He couldn’t help the cracked smile on his face, but it soon faded as he looked at you. “Now everyones going on about how he’s bruce wayne this, bruce wayne that, it’s- it’s..” “Pathetic. Even if he is, Scarecrow must’ve done anything that’s worth cheating in his place. He didn’t unmask him; batman chose to. He.. He didn’t win this, Edward.” “How do you know it’s bruce, huh?” He said, raising his voice. “Because, Edward, it’s him. It’s… Not easy but it is him..” He had gotten up, furious with your own answer as he grabbed the cigarettes outside his pockets, and left without a word. Okayy, bad start. You soon followed him from the bed, outside the bacolney, opening the door a tad. He groaned slightly as he felt your presence arise behind him.

“Listen Ed, I wasn’t.. I just.. I missed you.” You admitted. He didn’t stop his smoking break, not even looking at you. 

“I got scared that, you would’ve gotten killed like joker, or- or-” “Or WHAT?!” He snapped at you. “OR THAT BATMAN COULD’VE KILLED YOU!” You screamed, soon seeing people come out of their hotels to see the both of you, some instantly going inside at the sight of Edward. He paused before sighing, “I understand your concerns, but you should know by now that I’m no normal man, y/n. I’m a man of science, not delusions.” “What?” “You think batman would’ve killed me? That’s impossible. Breaking your own rules in favor of what you wish to happen is stupid and improvable.” You went quiet before stomping inside, slamming the door. 

Edward felt a ting of pain, he just told you he’d be fine, why are you acting like this? It must’ve been from his small breakdown, but that’s all it was; small. He finished his cigarette before coming back inside, you curled up on one of the beds as you sniffled and shook. Edward knew he must’ve touched a bad nerve when it left you crying, but.. He just.. Edward sighed once more before taking his boots off, climbing into the bed as he held you. “You know I would’ve been fine, right?” He tried talking in a more considering voice, brushing the hair off your wet face. “But how would I have known? They never tell me when you’re in prison or arkham! I can’t loose you, you’re everything to me..” You admitted, it touched Edward’s heart hearing this. He just held you tighter and tighter, kissing your head as he kept trying to calm you down. 

“And- and you were crying, and i got scared-” “It’s just another breakdown, you remember what I’ve said before; the breakdowns come with break throughs.” “You’re- you’re right..” “Aren’t I always, my dear?” The night consisted of him cuddling you, gently trying to calm you down as you passed out on his chest, how you missed this man and his stupid mindset.