#Like the idea of losing his mind makes him genuinely terrified

[bunnieswithknives]

RAHHHh ok comics done I can post this now!!! He is having the worst possible time

[alicewritez]

Heart to Heart - Aaron Hotchner

word count: 1202

summary: you disobey a direct order from hotch and now you’re injured

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

authors note: implied age gap but nothing too descriptive or explicit. again, i’m only just getting back into writing so bare with me while i get into the swing of things again. hope you enjoy regardless 💕

You disrespected a direct order and got hurt on a case. After he found out you were going to be fine, he went straight to the silent treatment. No words, no glances exchanged on the ride to the hospital, nor on the jet, nor even on the ride back home.

Now, he's sat busy rewrapping your bandages, still maintaining the silence. You watch his hands carefully tend to your wounds before you decide to finally speak up and break the silence which, right now, felt even worse than him shouting.

"Say something at least," she pauses. "Shout at me.. storm out, I don't care just.. anything other than silence."

He finished rewrapping your bandages and looked up at you. "Don't be an idiot again."

"Is that it? Is that all you have to say?" You respond, expecting him to say more, but nothing came.

He sighs. "It's a miracle that you're sitting here talking to me after all, you know that?"

"A miracle?" You scoff. "Hotch, I had it under control, besides it's just a few scratches." You argue your point.

He raises a brow and looks at you incredulously. "A few scratches? Remind me again how many stitches you got?"

"It's not even that bad!" You argue again. "It's a few stitches, so what?"

"So what?! A few stitches? Have you lost your damn mind?! Is that all that’s left up there? You could have been killed, can’t you see that?”

“I was doing my job!” You raise your voice to match his own.

He raised his further, trying to prove his own point. “Your job is to obey when I say ‘pull back’!”

“If I had listened to you, those poor young women would have been murdered.” You state coldly to him, trying to get him to understand where you were coming from. “I was doing my job and yes I got injured but I’m fine.. and they’re safe.”

He sighs. “And you nearly joined them at the morgue.”

“What is it with you? What’s this all really about?!” You emphasise the second part of the sentence. You had never seen him get so wound up over something like this before. Usually it was a stern telling off and he’d let you go, but not today.

“It’s about you! Don’t you get it? I can’t afford to lose you.” And there it was. The whole reason he’d got so upset in the first place, it wasn’t just because you were one of his best profilers; there was something much deeper.

“Hotch..” you spoke gently, features softening. He sat back down and looked over at you. He was quiet for a minute before speaking up again.

“Do you think it’s easy for me to see you all beaten up?”

“I-I didn’t know you felt like that.” You stuttered out, choking back a sob. Your gaze was locked onto your hands in your lap, fiddling with a ring on your finger.

He stared at you for a moment before sighing softly. “I do. And I’m terrified. I don’t know what I’d do without you..” He held his arms out for a hug and waited for you to scoot closer to him, which didn’t take much prompting because no sooner had he opened his arms, you’d lunged right into them, burying your face into his chest.

He pulled you close and held you tight, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Thank goodness you’re alright, sweetheart. You have no idea how scared I was.”

You sigh, pulling away a little to look up at him but not wanting to let go completely. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.. I just wanted to save them.”

“I know, I know. I just don’t want to see you in any danger, that’s all.” He pulled you back to him, this time placing a soft kiss to your lips. When you pull away, you look up at him.

“I guess we’re not just ‘boss’ and ‘employee’ anymore..” This makes him chuckle, a smile forming on his lips, the first genuine smile you’d seen all night.

“Nope, we sure aren’t. I guess you’re not just ‘renegade agent who doesn’t listen and likes to make Hotch worry’ anymore either..” he smirks.

You give him a bemused look. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and the for the last time.. I was doing my job. You know you would have done the same thing if the roles had been reversed.”

He raises a brow at your statement but he couldn’t argue, knowing what you said had truth behind it. “I can’t say that you’re wrong. But I still don’t want you taking risks like that.”

“You nod your head slowly, knowing he was right. “It won’t happen again.”

“I know. Just think about my heart next time.” He sighed and brushed some hair out of your face. “That poor thing can only take so much.”

“I forgot you were old.” You pout playfully. “Well, not old but.. well- you’re older than me.” You start to ramble then stop. “I’ll just shut up.”

He smiled and chuckles softly. “Don’t you dare shut up.” He looks down at you, bringing a hand to brush stray strands of hair out of your eyes and tucking them behind your ear. “I love it when you ramble on and on about random stuff. That’s one of the things I love about you.. that and your beautiful smile. And your pretty eyes. And your amazing personality.. and your..”

“Yeah okay, okay, I get it.” You bury your face into his side, feeling your face heat up from embarrassment. He chuckles again and gently runs his fingers through your hair. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are.” He pauses for a few seconds, looking you in the eyes. “Even with a few bruises and some stitches.”

You wince as he traces his fingers over some of the cuts and bruises that littered your face; he realises the mistake he’s made when he sees you wince. “Oh.. I’m sorry.” He moves his hand away quickly and looks away, hating to see you in pain.

“It’s okay.” You smile softly, taking his hand into yours and leaning further into his side. “I love you.”

His face softens at the confession. “I love you too.” He kisses you on the forehead and lets go of your hand, much to your dismay, but quickly wraps his arms around your waist instead. Pulling you back into his chest for another hug.

“I could stay like this forever.” You sigh in content, making him chuckle. “I could too.”

He kisses you on the forehead once more before pulling you even closer to him and whispering in your ear. “You know I can’t stand it when you’re all hurt, right?”

“I know.. but at least I have you.” You smile at the thought. He kisses you softly on the temple. “You always will. I’ll always be right here you know that, right?”

“I know.” You smiled as your head rested against him, eyes closed in content at the feeling of being near him.

It was in this moment you knew, Aaron’s words had never been more true.

[lexirosewrites]

I had a horrifying omegaverse idea. Dont mind if you wait for Sunday. I know you normally have Steve as an omega, but just this once:

Omegas in heat are in genuine danger around alphas. A few, mostly ignored, people claim that alphas can control themselves if they really want to, but there are many cases of Alphas injuring themselves, to the tune of breaking their own bones, to get to an omega in heat. There are suppressants that can help, but they’re not a sure thing and alpha centric society means that it’s seen as demeaning for alphas to have to limit themselves.

What society has managed is really really good suppressants for omegas. Every society has had some kind of suppressant all the way back to prehistory, but modern medicine is a wonder. It almost completely wipes out the pheromones that make alphas lose it. And sure, omegas have to pay for the suppressants, and take them for the entire month leading up to their heat, and the list of side effects is hella long, but no omega risks doing otherwise. An omega in heat who gets caught can comply, and hope they don’t get forcibly mated, or they can resist, and hope the alpha doesn’t go into a frenzy and kill them.

During puberty, when kids are heading into presentations, there are weekly blood prick tests, and any indication of a spike in hormones sees the kid off to a special secure medical units, staffed by betas, to keep them safe. Alphas get mild sedatives and a space without anything to hurt themselves or others with. Omegas get personal guards, similar rooms, and pain meds. After, alphas go about their lives, a little smug. Omegas go on suppressants, but, they just need to stay home for the three or so days of their heat.

By seventeen, anyone that hasn’t presented is determined to be a beta. 99.9% of presentations happen by age sixteen. The next year is for security. By seventeen, that last .1% has gone down by another 90%.

But late presentations still happen. It’s alphas presenting late usually. 4 out of 5 times. The other is an omega. Those are the stuff of nightmares.

Eddie is a beta. He’s not shocked, almost his entire family is. There’s a cousin or two on one of the branches that were recessive omegas. There’s a guess that a great great great grandpa was an alpha. But Eddie? Definitely a beta.

There’s not a magic formula that causes late presentations, and it happens too rarely and too suddenly for studies to be anything but anecdotal. Almost every late presentation goes… badly… for the omega.

Eddie drops into a presentation heat in the summer of 86, in the middle of the soup aisle. There’s half a dozen alphas in the building, including Steve, who was trying to get the rest of the cream of mushroom from the back of the shelf. Steve, who takes the alpha suppressants daily because he never wants to be like his dad. Steve, who lost some of his secondary sense of smell thanks to the last few years. Steve, who has a hell of a crush, but was never going to say anything about it. Steve, who never wins a fight.

So you have Eddie, terrified, in pain, vicious in his vulnerability, convinced this is how he’s gonna die, because no way in hell is he going to submit to whoever gets to him first. And you have Steve, clinging to control so he can hold off the other alphas long enough for emergency personnel to get there.

ohhh🥺🥺 poor eddie not expecting that and poor steve who just wants to help and is literally the worst fighter known to man!

(side note: i read omega eddie/alpha steve with no issue, even if it’s not what i tend to write. i love seeing different combinations of designations so please throw them all my way!)

[symbioticsimplicity]

Don't think about Blitz swallowing back tears to appear angry as he asks Stolas what the fuck the point of keeping this deal up was if he was just looking for a chance to throw him away when he gives him the crystal. Don't think about the face Stolas would make. DEFINITELY don't think about Stolas finally losing his tight hold on his tongue and shouting at Blitz about how it isn't fair to either of them. For Blitz to be trapped by something he doesn't want, or for Stolas who just wants someone to love and value him. How he just wants to mean SOMETHING to SOMEONE so that he doesn't feel like the utter waste of space he's always been told he was. Don't think about him dropping to his knees sobbing or about him berating himself for still being pathetic. Don't think about the violent revelation that would be for Blitz, about how he would suddenly see himself in this man he's convinced himself couldn't be any more different from him.

Don't think about Blitz just standing there and staring for a long moment, before half tripping over himself to drop down and hug Stolas. Don't think about the broken way he'd try to tell him that he gets it, he really really does, but his care and his regard are toxic. Worse than having no one. Don't think about Stolas telling Blitz that his presence in his life has always been one of the only two things to ever make him genuinely happy. Or how Stolas could tell him Blitz's presence, even at its worst has helped him grow into himself in ways he never knew he could, but had always dreamed to.

Don't think about the immovable object of Blitz's disbelief being slammed against the unstoppable force of Stolas' genuine admiration. Don't think about the way hope might begin to blossom in Blitz's eyes or about the way that confidence could creep into Stolas' voice. Because this, this is something he can do, he knows how to talk, how to persuade, when he means it.

Don't think about Blitz putting every bit of obstinate stubbornness in his body toward convincing Stolas that that isn't true. Don't think about Blitz finally airing everything he he's done wrong to everyone he's ever wronged just to make sure Stolas knows he's trash. Knows he's not whoever Stolas has built him up to be in his mind.

Don't think about the horror in Blitz's eyes when Stolas goes still in his arms. How, for no more than a heart beat, Blitz is sure he's done it AGAIN and is already set to snuff that pathetic flicker of hope Stolas momenttarily awoke in him.

Don't think about Stolas's soft, kind voice telling him he doesn't care about that. How he isn't afraid of being hurt, he'd take pain over loneliness any day, and if Blitz hurts him, he will only ever come back for more and more so long as he cares enough to give him that pain.

Don't think about Blitz being both flattered and now terrified because what the actual fuck is wrong with Stolas, didn’t he JUST leave a relationship like that, he's too goddamn good to have to put up with that, didn’t he learn, doesn't he see?!

Don't think about Stolas looking at Blitz with heartfelt desperation, or Blitz looking at Stolas desperate heart feeling. Don't think about Blitz, who wants love more than anything, who wants to be chosen more than ANYTHING, absolutely trembling in the face of true devotion. He has no idea what to do with it, but his whole life has taught him to be opportunistic and he wants.

Don't think about him asking Stolas, one more time, so quietly he barely even sounds like himself "Me?"

Don't think about Stolas looking at him like he's the most glorious being in the cosmos, don't think about the reverence in his tone or the affection in his eyes as he tells Blitz that it's always been him. Don't think about Blitz trying not to cry and losing, settling for at least hugging Stolas so he can't see. The way the owl would wrap his entire body around him, finally finding exactly what he's been looking for and incomparably happy for it. Don't think about Blitz telling Stolas that it hasn't always been him, but that he's the first one he's ever chosen to come back to.

Just some things you shouldn't think about.

[betryl]

Along with Camilla's and Bunny's, another pov I would love to see is Charles'. He had such a tragic development throughout the book, but we get to know very little about what he actually went through, and it makes it easy to put all the blame on him – of course, he was an abuser and that doesn't change, but it would still be so interesting to actually get his own opinion, without Henry, Camilla or Francis speaking on his behalf. Not to justify him, but just to see things the way he did and get yet another interpretation of the whole story.

We'd get to know what his and Camilla's relationship was actually like – and it would probably look even worse from his perspective. His encounters with Francis, too. He puts the blame on Charles taking advantage of him, even though they were probably both taking advantage of each other in some ways – but we never got to hear how Charles felt about the situation.

We'd get to see him slowly lose his mind to alcohol, and it would probably be even more subtle than how it felt from Richard's pov, making it even the more chilling. Him getting progressively more depressed, more irritable, more violent (and therefore, I believe, more guilty about his own behavior too), to the point of being basically drunk all the time, and feeling like a totally different person to how he was at the beginning.

And then we'd get to see him get more and more paranoid about Henry. I would have loved to see more of their dynamic, because while I've seen some people reducing it to a love triangle with Camilla (?), it wasn't just that, and Charles had quite a few valid reasons to hate him. Henry pulled Charles into the whole mess basically against his will – he was the only one who, more than once, tried convincing the others the murder was a bad idea, and no one listened to him and listened to Henry instead. He was depressed for Bunny's death. He got coerced by Henry to get involved with the police too, having to bear the weight of everyone possibly ending up in jail if he did something wrong.

He realized that all of this was mostly Henry's fault, but then the situation with Camilla came along, and Charles suddenly understood he had just become the next target Henry might have wanted to get rid of – and he even tried to. He had every right being scared of him, but the others barely even believed him. So the paranoia turned into genuine fear for his life, until he eventually snapped, and we know what happened next.

All of this was hidden behind Richard's pov, which definitely made it difficult to understand his actions or how he was feeling. As much as I don't like him as a person, he really grew on me and genuinely became one of my favorite characters. And seeing it all from his perspective would be terrifying.

[devildomwriter]

Horror Movie Marathon: They React to The Blair Witch Project

Luke was put to bed and is not allowed to watch the movie

Lucifer

• He appreciates the realism of found footage and the naturalist of the characters

• He keeps mentioning things they’re doing wrong almost as soon as they begin and you get camping with Lucifer flashbacks

• As soon as the characters find the graveyard and accidentally knock a cairn over he shakes his head. “Childish mistake” What does that even mean?

• Lucifer doesn’t get scared by horror movies but he appreciates the tension building as noises and bizarre happenings increase every night until someone disappears

• When the map is lost he begins informing you how to avoid that situation and what to do to get out, including escaping actual paranormal circumstances which just unnerves you

• He nods his head and smiles as it ends, approving of the movie and genuinely enjoying it

Mammon

• If you tell him it’s a real documentary, he will dead-ass believe you and be that much more scared

• He thinks he’s safe in the daylight until they go deeper into the forest and he just knows something’s gonna pop up but when nothing does he’s more disturbed. What’s making the snapping stick sound?

• They’re just lost, where’s all the bad stuff? Then he wonders if it’s a ghost and he’s even more terrified because you can’t really see those

• The noises get weirder and people begin to vanish and lose their minds and he’s so unsettled, he keeps waiting for the witch to pop up and scare him

• Suddenly the movie ends with a scream and he’s screaming too. He’s so fucking unsettled that he never saw the Blair Witch and will not go near a forest for a while. He’s pretty convinced the Blair Witch is real.

Leviathan

• He’s okay with watching a horror movie but even more so a found footage film. He loves the awkwardness of the lead, it’s relatable

• He tells you how he would’ve gone about documenting it and what they got right and wrong. He enjoys how authentic it feels as a documentary

• He’s creeped out as things start happening at night and clings a little closer to you

• When everyone starts arguing it reminds him of a dinner they had the previous week and relaxes until it gets so much worse

• He’s pretty stiff when the ending comes, he’s prepared to see the witch but instead it’s a loud scream and he jumps

• He enjoys it but uses this movie as an excuse to stay inside

Satan

• Satan loves genuine documentaries so he really likes watching found film movies and this is basically the OG, the one that popularized the genre so he’s excited to see it with you

• Without spoiling it for himself he researches the directors, cast, and artistic direction. He also watches the fake documentary that aired before the movie

• He loves camping so he enjoys the forest setting and laughs creepily when things begin going wrong. He finds it amusing for some reason.

• He keeps mumbling directions under his breath by mistake and he’s really invested and paying attention to details you wouldn’t have seen on a seventh watch.

• He loves the movie, especially the fear of the unknown you get with never seeing the Blair Witch

• “Did they base this off the Cranber Witch?”

• “The what?”

• “Never mind, it’s better you not know.”

Asmodeus

• He’s not so big on the idea of a horror movie, especially after he wanted to relax for the night but he comes around to it for you

• He thinks the idea of tracking down a witch sounds like fun and is under the assumption it’s an actual documentary about missing persons.

• It’s fun and relaxing until they come across the graves and he knows that’s a bad sign. “Never disturb the graves, that’s what happened to Mammon.”

• When the first guy disappears and they find what’s left of him later in a bundle of sticks he begins snuggling up to you, feigning fear

• By the end of it he’s actually scared and shaking and must be comforted and told it’s not real or he won’t be able to get his beauty sleep

Beelzebub

• He doesn’t mind documentaries or horror, it’s perfect for snacking on popcorn

• He really enjoys it and then it gets to the forest and it’s a little unnerving hearing all the sticks breaking and things moving around

• He thinks they’re just lost but he’s so wrong. He keeps asking you questions about what’s happening and grows more concerned

• When Josh vanishes he really starts worrying and keeps looking over at you and occasionally pauses chewing so he can focus better on the movie

• He shakes his head when Heather follows the disembodied voice into the abandoned house and when the movie ends suddenly after a scream, he jumps a little

• He wonders what happened to all of them and is happy to be told it’s not a real documentary

Belphegor

• He’s against these people from the beginning. He just seems to genuinely dislike the characters

• He theorizes which of the rumors of the Blair witch will turn out to be true

• He calls almost everything, that Josh would vanish first since he knocked over the gravestone, that they’d be lost, that they’d hear children laughing

• Nothing surprises him, he’s commenting on it very casually as if he’d seen it before

• When things really start going wrong and everyone is panicking he laughs at them and cheers when things go wrong. He just really doesn’t like them and calls them idiots.

• He’s satisfied with the ending and asks if the bodies were ever found. He’s somewhat disappointed it’s completely fictional.

Solomon

• Solomon has heard a lot about the movie and has a general idea of what happens but is still excited to see it with you

• The rumors of the Blair witch were so intense when it came out he had to look into it as someone who guards humanity

• He’s excited to finally see what it’s all about and enjoys the dedication to the roles and the incredible improv the cast uses

• He sees all the strange things in the background and correctly predicts the eerie things coming their way. He also explains when and why some of these things would show up which makes the movie unnerving for you.

• When it’s over he’s very happy with it but says it’s oddly familiar to the Cranber witch and refuses to elaborate

Simeon

• Simeon isn’t a fan of horror movies and relaxes that it’s in the form of a documentary.

• He finds all the rumors of the Blair witch to be dreadful and wonders what kind of bloodshed he’s gotten himself into watching

• He enjoys the movie growing increasingly eerie and compliments the writers and actors about it.

• He analyzes the witchcraft-like things he sees and explains what would happen in real life which makes you cling to him a little so he makes a point of spooking you a little for fun.

• He’s disturbed when Josh’s remains are found but figured it’d happen.

• He’s very surprised by the ending and his heart beats fast as he waits for the appearance of the Blair Witch but it never happens and he’s still convinced it’ll happen during the credits

• He likes the movie but he’s not fond of all the cursing

Raphael

• He pays very close attention to the movie, not even speaking. He looks like he’s taking mental notes of all the Blair Witch rumors as if he intends to do something about the fictional situation

• His eye twitches each time someone curses, so the big argument scene is not a favorite of his

• He keeps looking at you, wondering why you aren’t disturbed and you realize he thinks this is all real. You don’t tell him because you want to see it he’ll actually go hunt down a fake witch.

• He’ll let you hold him if you get scared or feign fear because he thinks that is a natural response to the increasingly hopeless situation the trio have found themselves in

• By the end when Heather screams and is dragged away and the credits roll, he’s shaking his head and really looks like he’s about to go fight something. If you decide not to tell him it’s fake he will be pretty annoyed with you after looking for a witch that never existed. If you do tell him it’s fake he relaxes a little and can take in the movie and enjoy it more

Thirteen

• Thirteen loves a good horror movie, she also thinks they’re great inspiration for traps, especially during Halloween

• She doesn’t really vibe with the main characters and tells you this is why humans die so easily in the real world because they chase after dangerous things with too much confidence

• Thirteen enjoys all the gruesome rumors of the witch and loves it when all the bad things begin popping up. She takes notes on small stationery for ideas of scaring people, like children laughing, shaking camper’s tents, and making twig figures

• She keeps thinking the Blair witch will show up because she wants costume ideas and even though she’s a little disappointed she never got to see it she has a eureka moment and begins planning an ultimate prank to scare Solomon without ever being seen

• She enjoys the movie and would 10/10 watch it again

Mephistopheles

• As a reporter he appreciates the found-footage style horror genre. Though he’d never usually watch horror for the fun of it, he does enjoy seeing the movie that popularized a new genre of horror

• He critiques the character’s style of directing and tells you what questions would be better to ask

• He knows it’s supposed to be horror but he finds getting lost in a forest so easily to be a little silly—until things go very wrong

• Things escalate so quickly he completely rethinks his opinion of the movie thus far and by the end of it when Heather screams and disappears he is a little shaken

• He claps when it ends and praises the directing of the movie and the growing unease you get as you watch it.

• Immediately proceeds to write a lengthy review that might show up in the RAD newspaper about human world horror movies.

Barbatos

• Horror doesn’t affect Barbatos and even without his powers he can tell exactly what’s going to happen but he’s happy to relax with you and watch it anyway.

• He’s mostly silent as he watches but asks for your opinion now and then

• He shakes his head when the grave is knocked over and warns you that this is a fast way to make spirits angry with you

• He also warms you against continuing your path when you see piles of rocks or twig figures. He explains these things are very much real and you’re guaranteed an awful fate if you find them and to just call for him if you do.

• He makes the movie a thousand times more unsettling with his real-life input and horrific trivia

• He laughs when they hear strange noises and scolds them when they leave the tent. Compulsory advice is now a habit after caring for Diavolo

• He enjoys the movie and finds it a pleasant experience. He can see why some humans were “Foolish” enough to believe it was real

Diavolo

• Diavolo loves watching horror movies so he was very excited to see the good reviews the movie got, and before it could begin he goes over the trivia and history of it with you to get you more excited about it

• He’s munching away on the popcorn pretty eagerly at first and complimenting the backstory and scenery

• He becomes more quiet as things begin to go wrong and holds your hand when scary noises and twigs break sound through the night

• He begins feeling bad for the characters, even though he knows it’s just a movie, and tries giving advice to them

• “Oh no,” he says completely seriously when they find Josh’s remains. Practically shouts at Heather not to enter the cabin and when she disappears he shakes his head and says he told her not to. He does this very seriously

• He smiles again when the credits are over and pretends he wasn’t scared (unless it’ll get attention from you) but he avoids the forest for a while because he’s well aware those terrors truly exist. He just doesn’t tell you that.

[cuffmeinblack]

The experiment

Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt

Tags: explicit | first kiss | handjobs | admission of feelings

1.7k words

Summary: Ominis admits he isn't sure whether he has a sexual preference given his woeful inexperience. Sebastian offers to be his guinea pig.

A/n: Smut, with feelings.

Ominis sat next to Sebastian in the library, trying to think of a way to start his essay—Dittany and its uses. It should be fairly straightforward, but the room was full of distractions, and Scribner was nowhere to be found. Sebastian had taken to making a rolling commentary on every girl that walked past, much to Ominis' annoyance. He knew that they found Sebastian attractive, as demonstrated by the group of girls who giggled in his direction as Sebastian nudged Ominis hard in the arm. He'd spent the first half of their final year at Hogwarts growing increasingly irritated at the intrusions.

"You need to get out there more, Ominis. Is there anyone you fancy?" Sebastian muttered.

"Not really," Ominis said, idly twirling his quill in his hand.

"How does it work…you know…," Sebastian started.

"I have other senses as well, you know," Ominis interrupted.

"I know that, I'm asking if you prefer girls or boys," Sebastian said, his bluntness catching Ominis off-guard.

Sebastian was obviously more perceptive that he gave him credit for, and Ominis wasn't sure how to answer him.

"I suppose I'm more drawn to female voices, and they smell good, too," Ominis pondered.

Not entirely a lie. Except, Sebastian's voice was pleasant enough, especially when he was intentionally turning on his charm, of which he had in excess. And of course Ominis couldn't complain of the smell of his friend's hair when he leaned in to whisper some humorous remark or devilish jibe in his ear. He couldn't deny his fierce affection for his friend, or the jealous pangs in his stomach he felt whenever Sebastian flirted with a girl, he had simply chosen to ignore them—he was just lonely, scared of losing his friend.

"That they do," Sebastian agreed.

Ominis sighed. "I suppose I wouldn't know until I tried is my truthful answer."

A silence stretched between them as Ominis regretted his answer, doing his best to stop his cheeks from burning by nervously fiddling with his tie. He'd had it wrong, Sebastian simply wanted to believe they were the same, when it came to the most basic of urges. Of course they weren't.

"Do you want to?" Sebastian said finally in a quiet, almost subdued voice, completely rid of the cocky assuredness it usually held.

"Do I want to what?" Ominis asked, frowning.

"Try." 

His reply was almost a whisper. Struck dumb, Ominis' mouth hung open as he stammered and tried to form a coherent sentence in reply. 

"What are you talking about Sebastian?"

"I…never mind."

"Was that a genuine offer?"

"Yes."

The thought utterly terrified him, not only because of his woeful inexperience in such matters but because it was Sebastian—his best friend, his confidante. What if he hated the experience, would it make their interactions awkward? What if he did, in fact, enjoy it—that almost felt like a worse prospect, the thought of being sexually attracted to his friend who had only offered out of…what, charity?

He didn't have much time to dwell on the matter as he found himself being dragged across the library by Sebastian's hand around his wrist. He hadn't expected the forcefulness from his friend, who pulled him into a quiet corner, the chatter from the main library left behind. Ominis' heart beat rapidly and painfully in his chest as he felt Sebastian move closer to him, his breath on his face and hands brushing his forearms. Sebastian seemed to be reconsidering the idea as they stood in silence until Ominis drew a sharp breath, which seemed to spur him into action.

Sebastian pressed his mouth to his, their bodies both still, considering the development and waiting for a reaction. Ominis was frankly terrified, though the feeling of Sebastian's soft lower lip between his own stirred something deep inside him and he willed himself to move, parting his own lips to deepen the kiss. Sebastian seemed to think this was enough of a reaction as he tilted his head and pressed his body against Ominis', taking what little breath remained in his lungs away. Ominis gasped and parted his lips eagerly, anticipating Sebastian's tongue which delved into his mouth and found his own.

Ominis had expected his first kiss to be a gentle and awkward encounter, but this was frenetic and intense, as if they'd been waiting for this moment for years. If Ominis were truthful to himself, he had—and the reasons for the late nights where he found himself thinking of his best friend's face nuzzled against his neck became painfully obvious. 

They were now so entangled that he could feel Sebastian's hip bones pressing into him as Ominis gripped his waist tightly, Sebastian's hands tangled in Ominis' hair. Their breathing was erratic and Ominis found it hard to remain silent and keep his ears open to any noise from wandering students. He lost his control once he felt Sebastian's hips push against him, his own arousal so painfully clear. Ominis let out a quiet moan at the friction and Sebastian became completely still then started pulling away, his hands quickly untangling themselves from his hair.

Ominis had no idea what to say or do, so simply stood there and waited for Sebastian to say something. But he never did, only turned and left without another word, leaving Ominis standing against the cold wall, dishevelled, aroused and confused.

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Sebastian wasn't in Charms, in fact Ominis didn't see him at all for the rest of the day. He wasn't even at dinner, and Ominis picked at his food for a while before giving up and retiring to the common room. He asked a few of his classmates about Sebastian's whereabouts but nobody seemed to know where he was. Ominis thought he knew where he would be, but clearly Sebastian was avoiding him, and he wasn't sure what would be achieved by ambushing him. Ominis needed to think carefully about what to say—should he apologise? Put it down to being inexperienced and touch-starved? It hadn't been a feeling he could control, after all. 

Sebastian's own actions were confusing enough—he had been the one to suggest it, initiate it, and his kisses were eager. Ominis had no basis for comparison, but he was pretty sure that Sebastian had enjoyed it, too. Ominis tried to distract himself by reading but the pursuit seemed entirely hopeless. He retreated to the dormitory, deciding to get an early night.

His roommates filed in over the coming hours as Ominis lay in bed, thinking, fidgeting, and waiting. Sebastian was the last to enter the room just before curfew, Ominis recognising his familiar footfalls and the scent of his skin.

"Are you just going to ignore me for the rest of our lives, Sebastian?" he said. 

The hours of rumination had turned his thoughts angry and bitter. Sebastian stopped his approach towards his bed and Ominis noticed his roommate's chatter die down. They must be used to the two friends' bickering but Ominis rarely used such a tone. Sebastian walked towards Ominis, who was sitting on top of his bedsheets in his pyjamas, books strewn over the mattress. Ominis felt the dip in the bed as Sebastian's weight fell next to him, heard the curtains around his bed draw shut and a loud sigh and a muttered silencing charm.

"I'm not apologising, Sebastian. You started it. I can't help it if I…" Ominis trailed off, losing some of his confidence.

"What? Why would you apologise?" Sebastian asked.

Ominis frowned. He thought that was fairly obvious.

"For becoming…," Ominis breathed deeply, trying to force the words out. "Aroused."

"Merlin's beard, Ominis. So was I, that's why I left," Sebastian muttered.

"So what does that mean?" Ominis said, his head swimming.

"I don't know, I suppose that the experiment was a success?" Sebastian laughed weakly.

"I suppose it was," Ominis said nervously.

"Well I'm in your bed now, so…," Sebastian said, pushing Ominis back against the headboard and straddling his lap.

Ominis knew what to expect this time and chose to lose himself in the moment instead of worrying if the silencing charm would hold. He moaned into Sebastian's mouth as he hummed appreciatively. Ominis' buttons were swiftly undone, Sebastian's hands finding their way to his chest and gliding across his taut stomach. 

"I've wanted this for so long," Sebastian muttered as his mouth found Ominis' neck, kissing and sucking his skin gently. Ominis found it so much more exciting than his fantasies. Sebastian's top was thrown to the end of the bed and Ominis felt his way around his torso. He had imagined Sebastian's body to be similar to his but he was broader as well as taller, with more muscle on his frame. He traced the hardness of his abdominal muscles down, stopping tentatively at his waistband. Sebastian ceased his exploration of his neck and rest his forehead against his temple, breathing heavily against his cheek, taking Ominis' hand gently and placing it on his erection.

"Touch me, Ominis, please," he whispered.

Ominis felt fear bubble up inside him—he'd only learned how to pleasure himself, what if Sebastian liked different things? What if he was disappointed? He ran his thumb over the head of his cock, glistening with precum, and ran his hand down the shaft, taking him in his hand firmly and starting a steady rhythm. Sebastian's fingers curled into his hair as his mouth returned to Ominis', planting slow and deep kisses on his lips and moaning altogether too loudly. Apparently Ominis did know how to pleasure him.

Sebastian sensed Ominis' own growing frustration and increasingly urgent thrusts of his hips and his hands dropped to pull down his pyjama trousers. As he took Ominis' erection in his hand, he shouted an expletive and whimpered as Sebastian stroked him gently. As their orgasms built, Ominis could feel Sebastian's hand becoming shaky as their tempos matched.

"I'm going to…," Ominis gasped into Sebastian's mouth.

Sebastian groaned as he finished, thrusting into Ominis' hand, his cum spilling over his fingers. Ominis felt his orgasm explode just afterward, his arms shaking and legs numb from Sebastian's weight on his thighs. They'd made an awful mess, but they didn't much care, instead brushing their lips against each other and gasping until their breathing steadied.

"Merlin, you're beautiful, Ominis," Sebastian whispered. 

Ominis smiled and wondered how they'd waited seven years for this.

[5eraphim]

Would you ever write something about Scout as a rabbit hybrid thingy? This question was inspired from your “Puppy Eyes” fic that I’m in love with

In my head writing this, Scout is meant to be a hybrid, but still goes through transformations cycles like a werewolf would, and isn't exactly in a fully human form when not a werewolf.

Rating: M (MINORS DNI, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: rabbit hybrid, yandere, exophilia, taboo fantasies/roleplay (CNC, cop/prisoner, cop/serial killer, incest, abuse of power, revenge sex), reader is kept gender neutral

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

Highly prone to "puppy love," which makes him feel paradoxical guilt for lusting after you so intensely, and he genuinely struggles to work up the courage to ask you out. Partly because, despite his narcissistic personality, the idea of getting rejected terrifies him more than anything imaginable, and he can't help but choke up in the moment.

Because of this, he'll be looking for any excuse to get his hands on you as soon as you give them the green light. The brutal truth here is for your first week or so of hooking up, Scout is horny out of his mind but, unfortunately, unperceptive of your needs. Scout has too much pent-up frustration to give much pleasure on your behalf and can't stop bursting pretty early. It's a learning curve for both of you to get this right, but he's eager to please. (Once he can figure out how, that is.) He's got to do a lot of learning on the fly here because even if it's evident to you that he's pretty out of his league, he refuses to admit it.

He thinks it's cute that you assumed he would be 100% sub, someone you could order around and easily control, but Scout's pretty versatile and prioritizes variety above all else. (Blame his hyper-active imagination for this, as well as a shameful amount of time jerking off and daydreaming about sleeping with you.)

Unsurprisingly, Scout is extraordinarily needy behind closed doors. (He's a very hands-on person in public, too, but there's more desperation when other people aren't watching.) Scout is prone to nightmares about losing you if the two of you are apart for too long.

Gets embarrassingly aroused when you wear anything with a bunny logo on it. The Playboy logo is like crack to him.

When he goes fully cum-brained he'll have some of the most deranged taboo fantasies of the two of you, often gross, or sometimes just flat out weird.

You're a rookie detective agent given the assignment of a lifetime set to assist in the investigation of a serial killer targeting citizens like you alone at night in your hometown. Because you're so new and don't have much experience in the field, you try to catch him all by yourself and are given a grim reality check.

You're a prisoner, and he's a cop in charge of supervising your cell. You were put in solitary confinement for bad behavior, failure to follow the rules, and fighting with other prisoners. You're too far away from the others to call for help, and Scout knows that. At the end of the day, it'll be his word against yours. 

The two of you are step-siblings sharing a bedroom with overprotective parents. He's muffling you with his sweaty palm while using his other hand to keep your thighs apart while he thrusts inside.

He's a jilted lover who's holding you hostage, determined to babytrap you so you'll never have the option of abandoning him freely ever again.

Scout gets really nippy when he first transforms. No matter how many times he goes through all this, the rabbit teeth will hurt when they grow back in, and he goes through a semi-second mini-teething phase to get used to them. They usually won't hurt so long as you don't try to resist too much.

The transformation cycle fucks with his brain chemistry and hormones like crazy. Unfortunately, the main reason behind his intense neediness and proclivity for jealousy is due to factors largely out of his control. 

Related to the insane sexual fantasies he has for you, expect Scout to ask you some strange questions about the relationship, such as,

Would you be mad at me forever if I killed both your parents?

Would you still wanna date me if you found out we were cousins?

Would the two of us have been friends as kids? 

Is there any chance we would've dated in high school?

Would you still want to be in a relationship with me if you were the monster and I were the human?

The very first transformation of his into a rabbit as your partner would be the most painful and intense one of his entire life. At last he finally has met his own mate, someone to help keep his bed warm at night, to protect with his life, and to Scout you are synonymous with the future in life itself. But still, he was scared to death thinking about laying a hand on you in such a state. Despite what you might expect, he would put you and your safety first, at least for the first two or three months. His horniness simply cannot entirely surmount the hypothetical guilt of accidentally killing you or ruining his chance to get intimate in the future.

[oh-no-its-bird]

sorry but I genuinely need to know what the outside perspective of stoner Itama is- the ultimate weed supplier of Konoha?? At what point do they draw the line with this guy 😭

A wonderful question that makes me lose my mind a little bit to even consider actually

So we've already talked about how in this verse, Itama and Tobirama were trained to fight together as a duo, so they probably have at least a battle reputation that's tied pretty closely together

Actually hmm I'm thinking and that could cause problems for Izuna specifically, bc him and tobirama are on even ground and Itama would definatley tip the scales there

Ok so rewind -> they're trained to fight together and fucking terrifying, but for Reasons(tm) Itama tends to stick close to home base as a last line of defense / resident healer and clan poison master

When they send Tobirama and Itama out together it's to get shit DONE. Maybe Hashirama, in his desire for peace, actually specifically leaves him behind bc he knows if the twins go out on the battlefield together, certain pieces he doesn't want moved will certainly be doing some goddamn moving

As such, he doesn't have much of a reputation / maybe there's some sort of rumor ab him being sickly floating around

This also means he can do fun spy things bc no one knows what he looks like!! Which is even more reason to keep him off the battlefield, yayy

Funny bit where Itama and Izuna run into eachother in the wild and Itama totally knows who this guy is but Izuna has no idea who he is. Maybe they help eachother out a bit and Itama makes a joke about how he got separated from his brother, who's "tall and grumpy and acts like a cute little kitty cat <3"

And Izuna is like, haven't seen him, sorry

Then Tobirama shows up and Izuna is screeching "THATS Bibi-chan???" As Itama uwus and goes "I told you didn't I? My bibi-chan is tall and grumpy and acts like a cute kitty cat <333"

(Izuna feels like he's having an aneurysm)

Blah blah blah Konoha is made early yayy friendship peace and ninja drugs galore what a beautiful world we live in

The consensus on Itama inside Konoha is that he's very nice and the most reasonable / easy to work with of the 3 Senju brothers (HIGHLY debatable, they are all insane in very different ways)

Anyone who meets him personally within professional bounds finds him very charming and soft spoken, with the type of personality on the surface that'd make you think he isn't fit for shinobi work (which, to any shinobi worth their salt, is a red flag in itself)

Itama is very conscious of public opinions, and he's friends with Izuna who's like got spy master vibes going on for him— they probably collaborate together sometimes in that field. So he has a good grasp on what people think of him / how to manipulate that

OUTSIDE of the village, since Itama mostly avoided public eye for so long, he doesn't have too much of a reputation. Even after he started going out with Tobirama on public missions regularly, bc of Tobirama's own big reputation, whenever they do insane shit it tends to be attributed to him— not the harmless looking guy standing innocently behind him

Konoha's secret weapon,,

Anyways !! I don't think the fact that Itama is specifically the mind behind the really good konoha weed is public knowledge. It's definitely known that it's a Senju product, and a lot of people probably assume it's Hashirama

Itama IS however known as the guy who totally always has that good ninja weed, and he's totally always on staff as one of the first faces any visiting important people see. He's so disarming, he's great at charming dignitaries

He and Izuna probably get sent to the capital whenever they need court representation actually. Konoha's pretty politics duo here to smile nicely and feed you pretty lies

What the fuck was I talking about again

RIGHT OK SO

Outside of the village people don't really know Itama has as much importance / influence as he does, due to a mix of on purpose subterfuge and just everyone around him having really big reputations that he carefully allows to overshadow his own

It benefits him :)

They never see the Itama inquisition coming

<- This also means that when he does insane shit he never fails to get "oh what the fuck" reactions from anyone new around him (he finds the process of watching people realize he's just as bad / possibly even WORSE than his brothers very, very funny)

[justanoth3rd4y]

i badly need to rant about NTN so spoilers below!!

SPOILERS !!!!!!!!

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i genuinely love the west end version of NTN and no one understands it. Jack as Gabe, you can SEE and HEAR the emotions in his face and voice. He’s scared, and vulnerable, scared to lose Diane, scared to be forgotten. That’s why when Dan says to Natalie (at the end) “just the two of us” Gabe finally leaves because he knows he’s not wanted anymore and Diane is getting help.

I am a MASSIVE fan of Caissie’s versions, like, Didn’t I See This Movie?, I Miss The Mountains, The Break, You Don’t Know, EVERYTHING. I love how she says “what makes you think i’ll lose my mind for you?!” it genuinely is AMAZING i can’t explain it. i NEED a cast recording of this cast because i can’t imagine life without one.

ALSO THE IDEA TO GIVE GABE A MICROPHONE IN I’M ALIVE AND I’M ALIVE REPRISE!?!?! it shows how much of an important part he is to Diane and to the “story”. Gabe is “taking over” Diane’s thoughts and head, he’s always gonna be there.

there’s so much foreshadowing in NTN as well like :

- Diane is sitting on the chair and the beginning of the musical and Gabe walks in, they talk about “ways he could’ve died”.

- Gabe says “why does he (his father) hate me?” - because he’s being “ignored” by him

- Gabe waves at Dan (the father) and shakes keys around near him but is still ignored

- When Diane makes the sandwiches on the floor, Dan tells Natalie to go get the bus but Diane tells Gabe to go get the bus - BECAUSE DAN CAN’T SEE GABE

- Gabe is like terrified of his father as well, he’s crouched up near his father and you can see it in his eyes

- When shock therapy is suggested, Gabe immediately panics and gets really scared because he doesn’t want to be forgotten, he just wants to be remembered

[elyrch]

Dating Caspian the Merman (OC)

a/n: first time writing for one of my oc's. i hope you guys like it. kinda got a little too deep into writing about the biology of mermaids, sorry lol

caspian isn't a prince or really all that important in his city. of course, he is important to some of the people there, but he doesn't have a whole lot of things to really do.

you'd meet him when you go down to the rocky shores at night to think. coincidentally, he's also there- kind of bored, of course, but he's looking up at the moon as he wishes he could speak to humans without being in danger of getting harpooned.

this is the only real reason he goes there at night instead of the day- he loves the sun, but he knows that people are not as kind as they seem.

either way, you go to the shore and see him as he's laying on a large, flat rock. once you see him, you HAVE to reassure him that you're not gonna hunt him or tell anyone about him or else he'll be terrified. once calm though, he's pretty sweet.

he's got silver-white hair, long, slender fingers, soft blue eyes, and ears that are slightly pointed. he's also got very pale, almost to the point of being kind of blue, skin. on certain spots (where skin would usually be rough, like elbows) he's got pastelly blue scales that become more frequent as you look down at his hips, then his legs (or, really, the lack of legs. he's got a fish tail.) his hair is kinda brittle since he's in the ocean, but it's soft considering his situation. his nails are a little unnaturally sharp, but they seem to be dulled by how he uses them to move around on land (aka: the rocks act as makeshift nail files) and he's got a long scar across his stomach (it looks as though it quite literally tore through him) and he's got top surgery scars that are a lot paler pink, but are still visible.

on his body, he's got a few tattoos, as well- in my mind, mermaids use tattoos to signify which kingdom and family they're from- kingdom on the left wrist, and family on the right. wrists are very vulnerable, so showing the family and kingdom tattoos is customary before doing practically anything else, such as fighting for one's honor or whatever. caspian hasn't gotten a real job yet, so he hasn't gotten a tattoo for that- although his father is a successful coral and kelp farmer. job tattoos go on the sternum, as close to the heart as possible- caspian has a few ideas for his though. he's very good at the spear, so maybe he'd be a warrior or hunter of some kind.

according to mythology, mermaids and mermen were made by an angered witch who combined a village with fish to make them fish people. this means they have both lungs (above water breathing) and gills (underwater breathing). i don't really know how this works so just imagine its some like, second lung situation or whatever idk.

mermaids and mermen have different metabolisms to humans- they gain and lose weight very easily, and this can depend on the temperature of the water, how stressed they are, or what they eat.

his society is also highly matriarchal, as well- when he transitioned, his mother genuinely hated him since she thought he was betraying him. his father, though, understood after a while. shortly after their final argument, caspian's mother was harpooned by a human, and died in the cradle of the waves. this society believes burials at sea are honorable, so they did the ceremony without a body.

in order to like, date you, i don't think caspian would pull an ariel and get legs. he'd actually find a way to help you breathe underwater (like through a spell or something) so you can go into the ocean with him. he's very considerate!

overall 10/10 but i think he wouldnt know that seawater hurts your lungs the first time he'd drag you under, so he'd feel VERY VERY bad

thank you for reading! PLEASE tell me if you guys like it, teehee

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[max-the-silly-guy]

Has anyone stopped to think how the whole possession thing with Newton and the Titans actually worked

Like genuinely, with every cutscene the previous fact gets contradicted (yes I'm talking to you Papal Mache)

It's constantly jumping from "we have to defeat the Titans, they're controlling Newton like a puppet!1!1!" to "we have to defeat Newton before he takes over Bunkum!!1!1!"

Please make up your mind I'm losing track of what's going on

During the cutscene where Newton is finally free from their control he looks up all weak and confused and says, and I quote "What's going on? I feel weird," as though he truly has no idea what just happened like he isn't aware of his surroundings or anything

When he looks up and sees the Purple Titan, he is not only terrified, but genuinely shocked and confused. And you can tell that just by his voice

And don't even get me started on Newton's Bulb Explored, that one single cutscene throws so many questions that will most likely never get answered.

The whole concept of the Titans tormenting Newton inside the mind kinda confuses me. While they were there mocking him and shit and Newton was there too then.. who was controlling his body exactly? Was he on fuckinh autopilot while going through what's basically a more fucked up version of Inside Out like SUMO DIGITAL PLEAS EXPLAIN??2?1?2?2?

When Newton is overexaggerating the fight with the Titans trying to potray himself as a good guy he seems to only talk about what happened after he was free from their control, as if he truly recalls NOTHING about ANYTHING

But then on the other hand, throughout the game where Newton is under their control he still refers to himself as well, himself. There's no 'us' or 'we' while taking about himself (since he's basically multiple beings in a single body, a bit like Darcy from Amphibia) he's still using singular pronouns and just 'Newton'.

Was this downright possession? Simple manipulation or the Titans using his own weaknesses to force him to commit evil?? Was he not aware of what happened or WAS he able to see everything and simply lost his memory PLEAS SOMEONE TELL ME IM NOT GOING INSANE OVERNANALYZINH THSI

[roe-and-memory]

lightning and his struggle with emotions save me….

those feelings of inadequacy that suffocate his every thought, that fear that if he messes up — acts in a way that nobody wants him to — then he’ll lose everything.. and how, for a little while, all those feelings carry over to radiator springs (maybe they even stick around for the rest of his life)

i cant see lightning as much of a crier, he doesnt seem like the type to want to express those emotions, especially in front of people, and thinking about this concept in the context of radiator springs is sooo…

hes finally got those people that love him and hes so terrified that if he makes one wrong move, says one wrong word, then they’ll kick him to the curb and he’ll be alone again that he just. Stiffles. these feelings.

for a while no one really notices, but flo is the first one to realize she’s never seen him in any negative mood aside from anger like.. ever? she tries to brush it off, make an excuse in her mind for him, but the more she tries to neglect it the more obvious it becomes that he’s purposely hiding his feelings from them and she cant figure out, for the life of her, why. she mentions it to doc, asks him quietly if hes ever seen or heard lightning cry, and the silent pondering from the man is enough to tell her that he Hasnt.

she doesnt wanna be nosy, but shes so concerned because she KNOWS there has to have been something thats upset him in his time here, he just hasnt expressed it to anyone…

but imagine her shock, three months into lightnings life in the town, he comes into the cafe on the brink of tears with scraped shins, blood staining his now torn jeans, and a glimmer of fear in his eyes.

he apologizes to her, sits down in a booth — seemingly not realizing hes wiping blood everywhere — and buries his face in his crossed arms that are resting on the tabletop. its the first time flo has seen him look this scared, and it brings up those thoughts of how long he’s been hiding these emotions from everyone. she watches from behind the counter, a half dried bowl in her hand as she finally catches the slight trembling of his shoulders and her heart just Breaks.

lightning had nowhere else to go for this — docs clinic was closed and doc himself was at home, sally was at home, Everyone was at Home — so the best idea he could come up with was hiding at flos in an attempt to get away from everyone else because when the string of events that went wrong occurred, he Knew then it was that final straw that was gonna rip the carpet out from underneath him and bring him to exhausted, overstimulated tears.

i think at some point flo stops what shes doing, studies the empty cafe, and abandons her dishes to sit down at the table with him. she scooches into the booth beside him and rubs gentle circles on his back like a mom would, and, unbeknownst to her, that just makes him sob harder.

part of her is happy that hes feeling this, but oh Boy, that mom part of her is genuinely heartbroken for him. she doesnt know what happened but she can safely assume hes in pain and startled, and she knows shes willing to sit here for as long as she needs to make sure he feels safe and comfortable again, even if it means keeping these tears a secret from people like doc and sally at lightnings request.

[romanoffsbish]

Shall We Play a Game?

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous! Natasha (🤏🏼 of angst)

Sunshine/Grumpy Prompts

“I'm so excited, thank you for coming even though you're not the biggest fan of it.”

“No, it's not annoying. I- It makes me happy to see you so happy.”

"I'm so excited...," you squeal out loudly while clapping your hands together as you're entering the massive carnival., "Thank you for coming even though you're not the biggest fan of it.," you genuinely add while turning to your girlfriend with a small smile before you're pulling her through the crowd of people on your way to play one of those silly carnival games. Natasha remained quiet as she was a bit overwhelmed by the sheer size of the crowd, the potential for her enemies being amongst the many at the forefront of her mind. Still, in silent acknowledgment she'd placed a gentle kiss to your shoulder as you geared up to throw the darts at a board of balloons in the hopes of apparently winning a stuffed duck.

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She watched you throw the first set of darts, one after the other, and your form was truly impeccable. So, when you only hit half of your targets each time she realized some of the darts were likely weighted; you were destined to lose. Natasha found your initial eagerness adorable, her eyes however widened after you handed the bored looking man your fifth $10 bill—the duck couldn't be worth more than your initial bill., "Detka, maybe you should take a break, we can go get some food.," she suggested, and you pouted at your lover before resigning with her idea since you were feeling a bit famished now that she'd mentioned it.

This time Natasha was the one to pull you through the crowds and in the direction of the food. She wouldn't admit it to you but the main reason she agreed to come with you was for the food she'd seen advertised. Not that she'd have actually said no to you—she never could, and more importantly she never would let you wander about a crowd of this size without her, or at least someone she trusted like Yelena.

"Natty, Lena wanted us to get her some "Reindeer Sausage," said she wants to make Kate try it.," Nat chuckled at her sister's antics., "That's going to be really tough for the archer.," she jokes and you groan at her silly pun, but your heart flutters at the sight of her finally smiling.

Had you actually paid much attention you'd have seen the flashing lights that attracted your lovers gaze, and caused her giddiness., "Detka, come quick!," she shrieked, and without even a chance to follow she yanked you to a vendor with a colorful array of deep fried food, but their sign reading: Home of the Deep Fried PB & J, told you why you were stood here., "Natty? Really? I'm going to get something of sustenance, and hopefully I will find Lena's mystery deer meat."

Natasha hadn't heard you clearly when she nodded, she was too focused on the line she was stood in shortening to notice you'd left. However, as soon as she bit into the delicacy, moaning as she did she had went to force you to try it but to her shock you were nowhere to be found. Panic held her tight in its grasp, she clutched the treat close to her chest while working her way through the crowd, and if not for the sound of your soft giggling she's sure she would've gone into Black Widow mode.

Natasha turned to see you interacting with a man that had an exotic animal on his arm. Her jaw immediately clenched, as you missed his predatory gaze that befell your chest since you were so enamored with the tiny monkey. She was livid and so she made quick work of the distance, startling you as she threw her arm over your shoulder and pulled your body in., "Detka, there you are!," her tone caught you off guard too, it wasn't soft—no, she was on edge.

The way she—the world renowned, terrifying Black Widow—had stared daggers into the man with the cute little monkey had him scurrying off incredibly fast., "Natty, what was that?," she ignored you as the order you placed came out, she thanked the woman then with a hand on your back she guided you to a secluded area where you both sat and ate in tense silence. Your plate of loaded nacho fries that you were once excited for now sat there with nary a dent. Natasha cringed as she watched you barely touching your food and she felt guilty for ruining the date, especially since you had to beg her to come here in the first place.

She could see the gears turning in your mind, trying to figure out what might've happened, and truth be told you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that in her line of work she had to be prepared for anything, and she'd trained you that you did too. Sure, that guy wasn't KGB, but he was creepy enough and she hates that you are too naive to see just that sometimes. Plus, had he been KGB she fears you'd have also been none the wiser. Nonetheless, she knew she needed to fix this, to apologize, which is why it threw her off when you did first., "I-I'm sorry Natty.," she watched as you lifted your face, noticing the tears that were settling in your lashes and her heart froze in her chest.

"I-I'd just wanted to take you out on one of those cheesy dates that you see in the movies.," you chuckled humorlessly., "I wanted to win one of those ridiculously big stuffed ducks, then turn around and give it to you so I could hopefully make you smile.," it took everything in her not to smile then, but it felt wrong to smile at what could've been, "Then we could've rode on some of the rides since you love a good adventure, and then we could've cuddled up on the ferris wheel to enjoy the fireworks."

"I didn't mean to annoy you.," her stoic face dropped into a frown at your incorrect words., "No, it's not annoying. I- It makes me happy to see you so happy.," Natasha immediately tries to stop you from your shame spiraling., "You're just too good sometimes, and you don't see the dangers around you.," she sighs, and you can see the constant worry she carries for you more vividly in the moment.

Without a second thought you'd catapulted off the bench and into her stress ridden body, she caught you effortlessly, and held you in a tight hug, something you both desperately needed., "Detka, you're obviously free to do what you want, but all I ask is that you remain alert.," she whispers while pressing her lips to yours., "That guy was a total pervert.," you were not sure what she was on about, but you could feel her grimacing, and so when you pulled back with a confused face it only made her deadpan., "Y/N, he was staring at your exposed breasts.," you smirked at her., "Oh, so you were jealous."

"Oh please! Did you see him? He was a four and the perverseness made him a zero" she scoffed, but then she was smirking devilishly., "Plus, have you seen me? I'm a total ten, and when I stare at your boobs it's welcomed.," as you giggled Natasha knew she was winning at remedying the night., "He never stood a chance detka, and I think we can both agree on that.," you nodded before recapturing her lips for a far deeper kiss than what she'd previously given you, and in that moment both of you sighed knowing all was well once more.

Natasha pulled away from you with a sweet smile, one to rival her initial bored expression that had consumed her face most of the day. Without any hesitation she gently pulled you out of the secluded area and bounded off to procure wristbands for unlimited rides, your bright smile, and the way you were bouncing about like a little kid settled her reservations. There wasn't a doubt in her mind after either as every ride left her feeling lighter; from seeing how hardly you giggled on the teacups when she spun you at an alarming speed, to the way you held her hand in a vice grip with your eyes shut on the harsh roller coasters like she was your lifeline, it all made her feel so warm.

As you went to get in the line for the ferris wheel she could see the way you glared at the game from hours earlier with pure contempt., "Detka, can I fill you in on a secret?," she teasingly whispered into your ear, your eyes never left the vendor but you nodded, then you glared even harder when she told you their twisted methods. Natasha immediately ran after you as you marched right on over and slammed a $10 bill down. She even considered saving the man from your wrath until he rolled his eyes while passing over the darts.

Instead she smoothly wrapped an arm around your waist for leverage, her other mirrored yours, guiding your hand in the precise direction necessary based on when she could detect the difference in weight. You squealed then turned around in her hold when you won, she matched your enthusiasm and chuckled when you turned right back around with hands outstretched. She however did not like the smug smirk on the vendors face as he handed you a small penguin plushy., "What is this?"

"Her earned prize, which if we're being honest here she didn't even earn since you cheated and played together.," he—mistakenly—drones on, and he only stops as Natasha cracks her knuckles. The defeated look on your face did not settle well with her so she plucked the plush right from your hands. Slamming it into the mans chest she challenged him with a quirked brow and harsh glare to complain. It was as if he finally remembered who he was dealing with because not even a second later were you being handed the massive duck.

Your lover smirked when you instantly handed it to her, humming appreciatively as there was a deep kiss that followed., "Thank you Natty.," her eyes stayed close while she savored your taste., "No, thank you detka, he's perfect.," she mused while pulling you and "Mr. Quackles" over to the ferris wheel to conclude your night. Natasha set the duck across from the both of you after she'd made sure you got in alright. She then settled down beside you just as the ride began to make the slow journey around so all the other riders could load into their cars.

Her heart was at peace with you cuddled into her side, she admired the calm that blanketed your beautiful features. You were watching the fireworks erupt in the night sky from the top., "Natty! Look, there's a heart.," The shape shown over your gorgeous eyes, and it made her smile to see the truth of how she felt about you reflected so perfectly., "Hey detka, can I tell you another secret?," she whispered and your head instantly shot up, giving her your undivided attention as you nodded innocently and she just about burst at the sweet sight.

"My heart.," she paused as she cupped your cheeks in her cold hands, chuckling softly when you shivered., "Is in the palms of my hands.," you didn’t giggle this time—sure it was cheesy, but this is the first time Natasha had said those three words to you without truly saying them. Her actions over the last year had already been enough for you to feel it, but this was truly it. Natasha Romanoff loved you, you were her heart, and that was enough to bring you to tears., “Oh detka, please don’t cry, it’s okay.”

You chuckled as she didn’t seem to register the tears in a positive light, but you were quick to remedy that by placing your hands over hers and moving them to kiss her palms tenderly., “Mr. Quackles and I love you too.,” you reply while holding a steady bout of eye contact until Natasha breaks it by leaning in to lovingly seal the overdue confessions together, and if not for the ride eventually ending you’d have likely lost all your oxygen making out with your lover.

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When Natasha carried your sleeping form into the house that night she was sure of two things: you were the last person she’d ever love, and that Mr. Quackles would sleep in the garage.

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[greg-montgomery]

Ivy - Part 9

gif by: @hotch-girl <3

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Chapter summary: this one's angsty i'm sorry <3

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Penelope’s phone call came fast: your name was not on any hospital list from the area.

This information calmed Aaron down as much as it scared him. Where were you? All the possible and terrible scenarios of where you could be were already starting to build up in his head. Were you hurt? Had someone taken you?

The road was full of green lights, he knew he would be soon at Sean’s house but soon wasn’t soon enough. He decided to call him again.

“Did you find her?” Sean asked, as soon as he answered the phone.

“No. I just don’t wanna waste any time, that’s why I called again. Have you tried calling her friends? Maybe she’s with one of them,” he suggested.

“Of course I have, Aaron. Do you think I’d call you if I hadn’t tried this first?”

“Sometimes we don’t think about the obvious when we’re worried,” he replied, calmly.

He heard Sean taking a deep breath from the end of the line. “No one knows where she is. I can’t think of anything else.”

It was all becoming too real. The genuine worry in Sean’s voice terrified Aaron.

“Okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He paused. “We’ll find her.”

“Okay.”

He remembered the last time Sean had called him for something that serious. He remembered of Sean standing in front of him and talking about a woman named Linda. Aaron knew almost nothing about her; his relationship with Sean back then was almost non-existent for him to have met his girlfriend. But he had seen her picture, and he knew she had been killed.

Was this their fate? To lose the women they loved? Were they both cursed to live this pain over and over again?

--

Sean’s hands were shaking as he opened the door. His eyes were red, making it clear to him that he’d been crying.

His phone was inside his hand and he showed it to Aaron. “I just got a call,” he said with a weak voice.

“And?” Aaron asked, his ability to breathe long gone.

“I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault,” Sean’s voice broke.

“What happened Sean? Is she alive?”

“They have her,” he answered, his tone full of regret.

‘They have her.’ She was alive.

“Who is ‘they’?”

“There are some things I haven’t told you.” Sean seemed to suddenly realize they were still standing at the door. “Come in, I’ll explain everything.”

Aaron did as he said, walking in with his heart beating like crazy against his chest.

“Sean, please talk to me, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“I got a phone call from some people I owe money to. I only borrowed five thousand dollars, but now they’re asking for fifty to give her back.”

“Do you know their names?”

“No. Only their first names, which I’m pretty sure are fake.”

Aaron took a deep breath in. You had been kidnapped for ransom, which meant they wanted you alive. You were their prize, if they were to hurt you they’d lose everything and that was something someone who’s after money wouldn’t risk.

He nodded, trying to calm himself down. With the help of his team, they would get you back. They would. You were going to sleep in his arms that evening…safe and sound.

“They said they’re gonna call again in two hours to see if I have the money ready,” Sean said.

“Did you ask if she’s safe?”

“They said she is for now.”

Aaron’s breaths were shaky; he made a fist, running his thumb over his fingers to calm himself down. “Okay. I’m gonna…” he paused, struggling to gather his thoughts. “I’m gonna ask my team to come here and we’ll try to trace the phone call when they do. Do you have any idea where they could be keeping her?”

“We always met in neutral locations. I can’t think of anything, I’m sorry.”

Sean was scared, and it was obvious that he was blaming himself for this. “She will be okay. They need her alive in order to blackmail you,” Aaron tried to comfort him – as well as his own self – while typing JJ’s number on his phone.

As they waited for them, Sean told him everything about the phone call: every little detail, every single word. By the end of it, Aaron was confident that these two men were amateurs. Just two pieces of shit who thought they could make money by doing something they had only seen in movies.

They used the classic lines “No police involved, or she dies,” and “You better have the money ready when we call you, or we’ll mail you her finger.”

Aaron was gonna get you back, he was certain of it. And if they laid a hand on you, he’d strangle these two men with his bare hands.

His mind filled with thoughts of you all by yourself in some kind of cold basement, breaking his heart. You weren’t familiar with criminals, like he was. You were scared and alone, wondering if he would come and save you.

He wouldn’t let you down.

“Why didn’t you ask me for money again?” he asked Sean, gently. “You know I wouldn’t say no.”

“She is obsessed with you, Aaron,” he said, frustrated. “Asking for money from the man your girlfriend is in love with is beyond humiliating.” Sean stared at him. “What, you think I didn’t know before last night? Please…she looks at you as if you hung the fucking moon.”

Aaron stayed silent.

--

“Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, Hotch. It’s your family,” Derek said.

The team followed behind him; Spencer, Emily, JJ, Penelope, Rossi. They were all there for him…for you.

As they all greeted Sean and asked him questions, Aaron was left alone with Garcia.

“I’ve brought everything we need,” she told him, placing her equipment on the table.

“Sean told me what he knows about them. I don’t think they’ll be smart enough to try and make the call untraceable,” Aaron said.

“Then finding her will be a piece of cake, sir. We just have to wait for the phone call.”

His eyes were watery and he wasn’t doing anything to hide it. Penelope looked at him with one of those kind smiles of hers and placed her hand on top of his, squeezing it slightly. “We’ll get your sweet girl back,” she said. “Or…” she turned around to look at Sean, who was still speaking with the team, and then looked back at Aaron. “Sorry. Your brother’s.”

Aaron stared at her, without saying anything.

“Or yours?” she said, uncertain. “I’ll stop talking now.” Garcia sat down, and got to work.

--

“They’re late,” Sean said. “It’s been two hours and twenty minutes.”

He had been walking back and forth in the living room for half an hour, making everyone who looked at him nauseous.

“They’re doing it on purpose,” Derek said. “They want to scare you - want you to get worried, so you don’t have any second thoughts cooperating with them.”

“Well, they must be doing it right because I’m really fucking worried right now.”

Emily walked close to him. “Try not to fall in their trap,” she said. “We need you to be calm and concentrated for the phone call.”

“Why don’t we go over everything we said again,” JJ suggested.

“First rule: keep them on the phone for as long as possible. Ask questions, speak slowly; anything to make it last,” David said.

“Use her name a lot. Remind them that she’s a person with a name, a life and people who care about her,” Spencer told him. “They’re only in this for the money - not for the pleasure of torturing people - so there must be some kind of empathy somewhere inside them.”

“Do not mention anything that could make them feel threated. They’re delusional, thinking they suddenly gained power by having her. Let them believe it, let them keep their guards down,” Emily said.

“Aaron?” Sean called his name, staring at him. He was genuinely asking for his advice too.

Aaron had been silent, trying to conceal the fact that he had been losing his mind. If you were to get hurt, his whole world would stop forever.

“Ask for a sign that she’s alive,” he managed to say. “Try to get them to let her talk by saying you’re not giving them any money unless you know for sure that she’s okay.”

Sean nodded, looking like he was trying to memorize every rule. “I hope I don’t fuck this up too.”

“This isn’t your fault,” Aaron reminded him. “You had no way of knowing these guys would be this dangerous.”

“No, it is,” he said. “I’m the reason she’s taken. I’m the reason she’s all alone and away from us right now.”

Sean’s broken voice, his eyes struggling to hold the tears back, his shaky hands made Aaron feel weak.

He didn’t know if he could comfort his brother, he didn’t know if he should. But against his better judgment, he approached Sean and brought both of his hands on his brother’s arms. He expected him to push him away, to call him a name, but instead Sean fell into his arms, allowing himself to finally break.

“I’m sorry,” Aaron said, as his brother’s tears soaked his shirt. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

--

Almost an hour later, a phone rung, startling everyone in the room.

But it was Aaron’s, not Sean’s.

He wouldn’t pick up, but it was Jessica calling and he wanted to make sure his son was okay.

“Excuse me,” he said and took a few steps so he wouldn’t be heard by them - but would still know immediately if your kidnappers finally called.

“Daddy!” a cheerful voice came from the phone.

“Hey, buddy,” he said, doing his best so Jack wouldn’t trace any sign of sadness or worry in his tone.

“I know we said aunt Jess will bring me home tonight, but can I please come home early? I wanna see Y/N!”

Aaron couldn’t help from bursting into tears. He used his hand to cover the sound, his son’s sweet voice being the thing that finally broke him.

“Dad?”

“Sorry, Jack, you can’t.”

“Why not?” he asked, innocently.

“Because, Y/N is working, she won’t be here until late,” he lied, hoping it was convincing.

“But last night on the phone she said she wouldn’t work today,” Jack whined.

“There was a change of plans.”

Jack didn’t say anything and Aaron could feel even in silence how disappointed he was.

“She misses you too, Jack. It won’t be long until it’s the three of us together,” he promised.

“Okay…” his tiny voice said.

“I love you, buddy. Now can you please do me a favor and give the phone to your aunt? I need to tell her something.”

--

The room was way too cold for the tank top you were wearing, and yet you had never been more thirsty in your life.

You would ask for some water, try to reason with them, but your mouth was taped making it impossible for you to speak. There was no way to even signal it to them, since your hands were tied behind you, like your legs were on the chair.

Tom was the name of the man that was guarding you. He was the same man that hid himself in the backseat of your car, and the same man who pointed a gun to your head, forcing you to drive where he wanted.

His partner kept coming into the room, only to stay for a few minutes, laugh at you and leave again. Tom kept calling him Paul, but one time he slipped, referring to him as Jeremy and then quickly corrected himself. They couldn’t even hide their real names right. This was their first time kidnapping someone for sure.

As much as these two seemed like idiots, you couldn’t help but fear them. There was no way to know what they were capable of. And there was no way for Sean to be able to find the amount of money they were asking from him so fast.

Would Sean step on his pride and call Aaron to ask for his help? Would they save you? Or were you going to die alone in a cold and empty room away from the people you loved?

Aaron…

You closed your eyes, travelling to him with your mind, desperate for a place to feel safe.

He was smiling at you. Standing tall, towering over you and looking down as you were sitting on the carpet of his living room. You bowed your head to look at your lap and found your right hand holding an Iron Man figure. Turning your head to the side, you saw a little boy holding his own superhero. It was Spider-Man; that same toy you had gifted Jack with when you had first met him.

Jack grabbed another superhero and stretched his arm towards Aaron.

“Come on, daddy! Play with us,” he asked him.

“Okay, okay,” Aaron chuckled and sat down next to you. Taking his own figure in his hands he elbowed you, wearing that grin he always did when he teased his loved ones. “Okay but if I have Captain America, then which one of us will be the villain?”

“We’re all good guys dad!” Jack exclaimed.

“We are?” Aaron acted surprised.

“Yes, I couldn’t choose who would get the bad guy,” he explained. “So no one gets him.”

“Well, maybe all the superheroes can have the day off today and just have fun, right Y/N?” Aaron asked you, playfully.

You tried to open your mouth to reply to him, but you couldn’t. You wanted to laugh, you wanted to make a joke about how Spider-Man could have a tea party with his friends, you wanted to see Aaron and Jack giggle, but you couldn’t, there was tape over your mouth.

Your eyes opened and you were back to that cold room.

“Time to call your beloved, princess,” Tom said mocking you. “Or maybe not so beloved, considering you spent the night at a different house.” His laugh was disgusting and you wished your hands were free so you could cover your ears.

His partner was back in the room and they walked in front of you, putting the phone on speaker. They did it to torture you, there was no other explanation, since they wouldn’t let you speak anyway.

You remembered the first phone call they made to Sean; his desperate voice, his scared words. This time it would hurt even more.

“Hello?”

It was Sean. You wondered if Aaron was in the room with him, silently guiding him through his answers. Just the thought of it gave you comfort.

“Hello, Sean,” Paul or Jeremy - or whatever that asshole’s name was - said. “Your girlfriend is getting lonely here without you.”

“Is Y/N alright?”

“Is the money ready?” Paul answered instead.

 “I have them here with me.” There was a pause. “But…I need to know that my girlfriend is okay, before I agree to anything. I love her and I’m worried.”

“I hope you haven’t talked to the police, or we will be very, very angry with you,” he said, ignoring his question.

“I haven’t. You said no police and I did exactly what you’ve asked me too. So please, can you at least let me talk to her for a second?”

There was no way they would do that, and you knew. You had been the one driving, which meant you knew exactly where you were…which meant they would in no way let you speak, risking the possibility of you revealing your location.

“No,” Paul said.

“How can I meet with you and give you the money if I don’t know for sure that Y/N alive?”

“Well I guess you will simply have to trust us,” Tom answered.

“Okay…Alright. Where do you wanna meet?”

“Hmm…” Paul said, leaning close to you. He brushed his fingers against your cheek, looking into your eyes. “She’s a pretty girl. Way too pretty to only be worth fifty grand, don’t you think, Sean?”

“What are you saying?” he said from the other line.

“I’m saying we should double the prize. A hundred thousand dollars for your one and only,” he spoke loudly as if he was making an announcement. “Sounds fair to me.”

The room was suddenly silent. Would Sean give up on you?

“Fine,” he said, taking you by surprise. “A hundred thousand dollars. Tell me the place and I’ll bring them to you.”

Part 10

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[the-force-awakens]

Thinking about what a sweet, kind, silly and gentle hearted person Poe is until you piss him off and once that switch is flipped, he's a force to be reckoned with

Oh, did you mean? my most favorite? facet? of his character? that makes me lose my marbles? and also happens to be maybe my favorite character trope of all time? that? Okay I hope you were expecting an infodump because what-ho! that's what's happening, I have come prepared and with receipts, let's fucking go on how Poe Dameron is a goddamned force of nature and how the galaxy should be really fucking thankful his loyalty is first and foremost to the Resistance and to the Light, because if it wasn't...well, I'd dread to think, but it wouldn't be good for anyone else.

The fun thing for me, is that it has always been a part of Poe's character, right from The Force Awakens -- it's subtle, but it's there, hidden between the sassy quips in the face in danger and the professionality of Commander Dameron; little fleeting moments that tell you that Poe Dameron is not someone to be trifled with at all, including one of his very first scenes:

I'm 90% certain that Poe's gaze actually lands first on Tekka's body here, before lifting it up to glare at Ren - and that's more than just a defiant glare, that's a look of loathing. Which fits, considering that I do believe the Force Awakens novelization confirms that Poe rushes in without thinking, and acts on sheer anger/rage when he goes to shoot Ren after Ren kills Tekka.

(More lengthy thoughts under the cut, I was not kidding, I saved a dozen images for this).

And that look is far from the only moment in TFA that clearly goes "oh. yeah, Poe can be scary when he wants to be", there's this frankly delightful moment during the trench run when Poe sees a fellow pilot perish while covering him:

and then moments later, when Poe flies into the heart of Starkiller to destroy the oscillator, we get this shot:

that's far more than just determination/focus, he's angry. and he has every goddamned right to be - he was just held captive and tortured for (??) days, and this monstrosity just destroyed an entire fucking planetary system, and the very Republic that Poe has spent his entire adult life believing the inherent values of, that he thought could genuinely improve. Never mind the detail that Poe probably likely spent time on the Hosnian System, if he didn't live there temporarily during his time in the Defense Fleet.

But these shots makes it clear where the comic gets the idea from that the First Order might, y'know, actually be. A little bit terrified of Poe Dameron:

He's a serious threat, and ruthless when it comes to the First Order. People joke a lot about Poe being reckless, but I don't see a lot of recognition for the fact that he can be ruthless - he sees point b and dives straight at it, and he's absolutely relentless in his determination to take the First Order down.

The quickest possible way to enrage Poe is inaction or injustice. We see this clearly in the Last Jedi, when he believes Holdo is essentially leading them to their deaths and has thrown the Resistance away:

but we also see it as far back as Before the Awakening by Greg Rucka:

This conversation carries on for a page or so more, I think, with Poe arguing against the New Republic's decision to not act or investigate further (it's also what prompts him into going rogue to investigate on his own, which leads Leia into recruiting him for the Resistance).

And we've even seen it in material as recent as Free Fall, which means this is a character trait Poe has had his entire life:

(these do not paint my girl in a great light but like she's fucked up okay!! and being groomed into taking her mother's place it's fine, it's fine, she's my fucked up little blorbo)

anyway. so this is Poe when he's, probably about 16? 16 going on 17 here, and this is probably the angriest he's ever been considering how shocked he is about the chill in his own voice (which if you were ever curious why I say Poe's anger runs cold, it's because of this scene right here). He's so enraged by the injustice being carried out by Sotin, that he's genuinely - for the first time in the book - considering actually killing someone. And he gets into a screaming match about what the right decision is with Zorii.

(he also gets to punch Sotin later, by the way, if you even care. It's glorious. I love my favorite character who decides murder is okay if said murder is in question a guy who deals in the slave trade)

But also.

My favorite instance of this, ever, which rewrote my fucking goddamned brainchemistry in 2017 when I read it and made me have to step away from my computer and honest to god pace the length of my house to walk it off, is his confrontation with Terex in issue #13 of the Poe comics.

Because you know what?

This entire fucking exchange is personal, and almost/pretty much outright vindictive? Like at this point, Poe has solidly won this round - Terex has finally been defeated, and all Poe has to do is hand him over to the First Order. He knows, in doing so, Terex will likely be killed, and after who knows how long of Terex's bullshit meaning Poe couldn't trust his squadron, and the fact that L'ulo just died - well, Poe's not real broken up about it, which is fun in itself.

But then he asks Malarus if he can have a moment with Terex before he hands him over and Poe....uses that moment to gloat.

And y'all know me i don't use words like that for Poe but like. he kind of does? he asks a moment alone with terex specifically so that he can taunt Terex that he won, that Terex didn't beat him, and that in trying to take Poe down, Terex cost himself everything (a fact Poe happily rubs in his face), and even adds that "and when I give you to the First Order, I bet they'll take the rest."

So like. Yeah.

Poe knew full well they'd likely kill him, and spends the next few issues full heartedly believing that Terex was dead. And he taunts Terex with it here in this moment. It is TRULY glorious and honestly had 17 year old me's little head spinning because it was such a subversion of what I thought Poe would do -- but he did! He didn't try to figure out a way to spare Terex's life, and he used his final moments with Terex to make sure Terex knew that Poe was fully aware of what the choice he was making meant.

It's fucking DELICIOUS.

And I also love this panel from earlier into the issue:

Because again, it's a great illustration of how Poe can come off cold because of the art choices Phil Noto made here: look at the jacket. It's zipped up all the way to Poe's neck (a rarity for Poe), and just generally gives him this very closed off, cold appearance because he's at his wit's end in this issue, and he is angry about the circumstances Terex has forced him into.

So...yeah. Poe Dameron is a sweet, compassionate, silly guy who makes the worst fucking puns you've ever heard this side of the galaxy. He loves his droid, wears his mother's wedding ring with the intent to give it to the right partner someday, and loves all of his friends full heartedly and is generally the most tactile, affectionate person you will ever meet. He's pretty much everyone's best friend, because he has that kind of charisma and ability to make anyone feel like they're the most important person in the galaxy.

But Poe Dameron is also the man that the First Order seems genuinely intimidated/afraid of. He's the man that destroyed Starkiller base, and toppled the most powerful crime syndicate in the galaxy when he was just 17 years old. He is not someone you ever, ever want to piss off, because for all his warmth and love, Poe has an anger that runs cold, and when he hates something - it's just like when he loves something, he doesn't go half-way.

General Organa isn't the only Resistance general that can be absolutely terrifying in her own right as much as she can be gentle and loving. It's just that Leia's the only one anyone ever notices, because...well, Poe's silly and funny and usually kind of easy going.

And the fact that people underestimate him is what makes him that much more dangerous.