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Established relationships (Part 1???)

Reposting this from AO3!! I may continue with other One Piece characters-- if you want me to do certain ones just comment below :D

Anyways, here's my take on these already established relationships~

Luffy

Honestly he’s pretty nonchalant through the entire relationship. 

He’s focused on achieving his dream and having you by his side is nice and he appreciates you wholeheartedly but sometimes you feel like a second choice to him.

When you do feel this way he makes sure to take extra time the following evening or the next time the crew stops at an island.

He’ll take you out for lunch and give you extra cuddles and kisses.

Most times Nami or Robin will have to hit him on the head when a special holiday comes around. When he does remember he’ll come bounding up to you with a smile and a giggle. 

You’re the one mostly in charge in the relationship, any PDA is started by you. However during the crew's parties he likes to hold you close and show everyone that you're his and his alone. 

He’ll talk nonstop about how he’ll be Pirate King one day to you. You’re really the only one that will listen 24/7. You don’t mind either, you know his dreams will come true. 

When Luffy’s bored you better be prepared to have him right by your side for the entire day. Most times he just wants to start something funny like pranking Usopp or Chopper, maybe even get into Franky’s tools. However, there are times he gets really personal and pulls you closer than normal, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

You're in for a long night if he’s this kinda bored.

Zoro

He may be dumb and gruff on the outside but hes really sweet and soft when it’s just the two of you– he’s still kinda dumb though, but that’s why you adore him.

At some point you decided to try and get him to wear a backpack with a leash on it so he wouldn’t wonder– he hated the idea. You gave up after a month of persistent asking.

He would’ve been cute though.

When it’s just the two of you, you know you’ll be showered in soft kisses all night long. His arms wrapping themselves around you as you two lay in bed.

He likes having you in the crows nest with him. You’ll talk about your recent hobby and he’ll listen along intently while also making sure the horizons are safe.

When the crew stops at an island and you bugger off into the woods ready to explore he’ll make sure to stay close by. The two of you like your space and since he’s not a huge PDA kinda guy you don’t mind that you two don’t cling to each other. 

Although, just because he doesn’t like PDA doesn’t mean he won’t pull you close to his side or give you a forehead kiss if some person was looking at you too closely.

When special holidays come around you two make it a habit to lock yourselves away in a room for the day. It may not be all hot and steamy during the day but when evening falls and the booze hits both your systems you both can’t help but be a little louder than usual.

Sanji sulks the next morning while others snicker. Zoro blushes a little while you giggle, seeing him flustered is cute– yet there is a bit of embarrassment from the previous night when breakfast comes the next morning.

Sanji

I hope you're ready for something completely opposite to private love and courtship. Sanji, although an annoying heart throb at the best of times, solely focuses on you. Even though you’ve both been in a relationship for the better half of your travels he will still court the shit out of you. 

He prides himself on being a proper gentleman and he shows this daily to you.

When you're sick you better know you’re getting the princess treatment at 200%.

Tea, coffee, anything really he will bring it to you if you ask. At one point he even delayed dinner because you wanted to grab something from a vendor but forgot. You were haggling the guy for at least a half hour. Luffy wasn’t happy, but Sanji adored how you took on his cooking spirit.

To be honest Sanji may be annoyingly in love with you but he for some reason can’t help but wait for the perfect moment to have you. He’s nervous because he wants it to be perfect. You tried, but all you got was a lusty night of just kisses and cuddling. You will wait though because you think it's really adorable how careful he wants to be with you.

The two of you work seamlessly in the kitchen together. He’ll reach from behind you to grab something while planting a kiss on your head before turning back to his duties. 

Special holidays? Those are everyday sweetie. Little treats, flowers, or trinkets (you adore these the most) are left outside your door every morning. A little present to start off the day.

During the calm days when Luffy wasn’t stirring shit up you two find yourselves resting on the deck. You’ll have a book in your hand while Sanji brings tea and biscuits. He’ll lay beside you and read the newspaper, though he's probably thinking about you or what to prepare for the next meal.

Since he takes such delicate care of his hands you know they feel like velvet over your own skin when he rubs your back, arms, or tummy. He’ll trace his fingers over your skin so mindlessly that you sometimes have to stop him so you can leave.

Usopp

This relationship honestly is probably the best one you’ll have. It's fun, romantic, and supportive all the time.

You adored him before leaving for two years, but after? You thought you were dreaming. He’s so fine (yes, i'm an Usopp girlie and totally not being biassed here)

You two love going out on walks whether that's to explore an island or on the streets of a nearby town. He’ll ask Nami for extra berries so he can treat you to snacks and fluffy toys. 

Speaking of fluffy toys, you had to convince him to let you keep the giant teddy in your room. It would leave Usopp with a fraction of space, but he was the one to buy it for you so he really couldn’t argue.

He may be a coward sometimes but for you he’ll pretty much sacrifice himself so that you're safe all the time.

Special holidays are super special. Not only do you get his undivided attention from dawn until dusk but he knows exactly what you like and don’t like. When evening falls and the crew is finally asleep he’ll pull a sly smile and reach around your waist and pull you close. 

He’ll trail kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone.

Outside of the bedroom he’s a little more reserved but hand holding and pecks on the cheek are always a must.

Surprisingly, fishing is something you two love to do. You still outnumber him in catches caught in one day– he’s a little miffed but oh well, you're too cute to stay annoyed with.

Law

PDA? Who's that? We don’t know her.

For real though, at one point you had to convince yourself that you were in fact together. You made sure he got an earful back on the ship.

Don’t worry though, Law is such a soft man when it’s just the two of you– strictly just the two of you. If anyone else is within the vicinity but out of sight he’s still reserved.

You like laying on his chest and listening to his heart beat. It's reassuring and it makes it better when he runs his hands through your hair. 

He will talk to you softly when you’re alone, sometimes its just nonsense, de stressing from his recent adventures with the strawhat crew or just random stories he thinks of.

He doesn’t like putting too much effort into special holidays. A quiet dinner, a gift and an evening together doing whatever you wanted.

When you’re both laying in bed he’ll look down at you, his eyes soft and caring. He thinks about you almost all the time when you’re not together. 

When fighting, he can’t help but stress a little about your well being, but you’ll always be fine. You're strong, and even if you weren’t he’d do anything to keep you safe.

He lets you take care of his shaggy hair when it gets too long. It's time spent together that means a lot to you and him. The New World is scary, and this is a place where peace can be felt.

Kid

Not gonna lie, he’s a little sadistic when it comes to your relationship. He’ll kiss you but after tormenting you a little bit. 

He flicks you on the forehead a lot too.

PDA isn’t an issue, in fact, he loves it when you sit on his lap at dinner in front of everyone. You’ll lay your head on his shoulder as he laughs and chugs back alcohol.

Don’t touch his hair, seriously, no one touches it. Yet one time you couldn’t help yourself and when he was sleeping you got up and touched it. You wondered what he used to keep it that way? It was because it wasn’t hard but it wasn’t soft enough to lose its shape…

Gifts are plenty, anything that he was able to plunder a large portion of it goes to you in either the form of berries, clothes, or whatever your heart desires. He may be sadistic at times but he does care for you.

He's a hard love kinda guy. He won’t baby you, and though it's a little hurtful you know why. The New World has no place for someone who can’t hold their own.

When you two are alone in his room he's a little aggressive when it comes to lustful moments. He cradles your head in his hand and he uses his body to trap you under him. 

He’ll use your weaknesses to ease you into bed, but he’ll always listen to your safe word if he gets too much for you.

You like his goggles and it took some prodding before he felt like letting you wear them, the same with his red coat. He finally at one point during your relationship had one made for you, now you too matched when sailing the seas.

[scumbagjaeger]

VACATION DESTINATIONS WITH THE SNK MEN

starring: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke

rating: mostly sfw!

notes: Part 2 of my travel series! First of all, I don’t think any of the guys would ever turn down a trip with you to go anywhere!!! These are just some of the specific destinations that I think they’d love to take you to and what I think they’d like to do with you(: and these are places that I’ve been, unfortunately I haven’t been to any African or Asian countries but I didn’t want to stereotype anything about these places. Feel free to share your ideas!! What’s your dream vacation? What other travel scenarios would you like to see? Let me know, send me an ask!

Part 1

EREN:

- Okay it’s so cheesy but please stick with me okay

- The iconic “freedom” panel, with his arms outstretched? That’s him whenever you guys go to hike or explore a national park

- I don’t think he’d be one of those like intense backpackers by any means? The man still needs regular access to a shower

- But he loves as much of the untouched nature as he can get!

- So I think a roadtrip would really suit him! I think there’s something super intimate about road-tripping that you don’t get on other trips

- Imagine you fly to a place like Reykjavik (Iceland), rent a car and then explore the ring road together

- Volcanoes! Canyons! Glaciers! Waterfalls! What’s not to love, he loves the spontaneity of it, and there are times when he feels like you two are the only ones on earth :’)

- One or two nights in the city, they have a nice nightlife scene if you’re into it, otherwise just exploring cafes and cool areas around the bay

- Then you pick up the rental and hardly see anyone else again!! Lol it can be super isolated there

- The drive around can be super exciting though?? When I went we’d see a couple waterfalls every hour in some regions! He’d be impressed with each one :)

- On less-exciting legs of the trip you guys can have really open and vulnerable conversations too? Just about life and stuff

- Car sex car sex car sex

JEAN:

- I also think he would have a hard time with camping, no access to a shower or regular toilet stresses him out

- But I think he’d really love hikes and national parks? Just no camping trips (yet..)

- I think Hawaii would be a fun place he’d love to take you

- I’m thinking Oahu at least? That’s the most touristy of them all hahah. But I’d imagine that you go once and he begins to fall in love with the culture and nature

- And then he suggests you explode some of the other islands and see the more natural side of Hawaii!

- Maybe you guys book a hotel that has a balcony, and by halfway through the trip you’re out there with blankets sleeping in the moonlight

- You don’t get much sleeping done though 😉😉😉

- I think Jean needs a vacation where he can get back into nature and forget about work, and Hawaii is a great place for that

- Would probably love going to a Luau with you, a more authentic one that actually supports Hawaii natives yk?

- Is constantly putting flowers behind your ear bc the boy’s a ROMANTIC!!

- Loves markets and street fairs but is a bit gullible? He’ll come up to you with a bunch of baked goods and say “that vendor is so nice! His mom baked all of these treats fresh this morning and gave me a good deal on them!” And then you guys will walk past a different vendor with THE EXACT SAME BAKED GOODS and the same sign that says “baked by mom, fresh this morning!” and he’d be like “huh, maybe their moms are friends or something”

ARMIN:

- He’d take you to see the ocean (duh)

- But I think he would also love to take you to small towns in Europe??

- He might need some convincing to go to a place like NYC or Las Vegas

- Much prefers towns like Cambridge? So many free museums and archeological collections (I also love this town lol)

- Would be still open to going to a big city with you! I mean the amount of history in New York is insane!

- But the crowds would overwhelm him :(

- Maybe could handle a weekend there on the way to another destination?

- Or at least will need a lot of time to recoup in between the nightlife and other big tourist activities

- Honestly if you wanted to go to a big city he’d be open to go, and he’d let you explore the city while he finds a good book or explores at his own pace

- Not alone! Like imagine you went with a group of friends and Armin yk? He’d be too worried about something happening to you if you were out there!!

- Yeah Armin would probably be a touch paranoid about being kidnapped or pickpocketed

- Like you could be visiting your hometown and your sibling comes to pick you up and he’s like “are you sure that’s them???? Can they get out of the car so we know it’s them?? What if it’s a trafficker??? You know I saw this news report about…”

CONNIE:

- Okay so first I think he’d have fun with weekend camping trips? He might dabble with a longer backpacking trip, but I think his regular getaways would be camping trips with you and maybe a blunt or something 👀

- But as far as like traveling for a vacation, I think he’d actually be a lot of fun at Disney or Universal Studios

- He’ll make fun of the cringey and annoying Disney adults (the ones who would like push a kid in order to get ahead in line for a ride yk? Nothing wrong with liking Disney at any age!)

- But otherwise he’s super happy to see everyone (including the two of you) get to let loose and be kids again!

- I also feel like he’d have the best luck at finding the Disney character people?? Like you are always first in line to take pics

- He’d probably want to take pictures with the Disney characters but would always insist on doing some dumb pose? He’s just planking in front of you and Mickey lol

- He also likes Disney because he can make up the most outrageous backstories for you both when talking to cast members (he tells Peter Pan about how he rescued you from bandits, Woody that he is a toy, etc)

- Like at airports, children are drawn to him so he’s always making them laugh in lines too? Not in a weird way but he just sees them looking at him and he’ll start doing an impression (once the parents give him the lil nod of approval)

- He’ll talk to children like they’re adults about their favorite Disney things too?

- “I totally agree, Rebecca. Anna was just trying to do what’s best for her sister Elsa” (he’d just be great with kids all around)

- Would probably cry at the Avengers Campus??? Just super amazed by Spider-Man and the others

- Also I think he’d love the drinking around the world “challenge” at Epcot. You don’t want to get too drunk at a family theme park but he likes trying all the fun drinks and learning a bit about the cultures of different places!

PORCO:

- I think Italy or New York would be a lot of fun with Porco! Just any big city really

- Maybe Italy specifically just because of the weather? Idk when I think of them modern AU I end up thinking of Chicago because I’m from that area, so a hot area like Italy would be perfect

- The man tans like a god probably? Like five minutes in the sun and he has the perfect golden tan

- Also he’s being conscious about suncare and will put sunscreen on you! Buys two of the biggest goofiest tourist hats to shield your faces from the sun

- Probably has an interest in the fashion scene at least a little bit? Has one of those trench coat/duster jacket things when he’s in New York (secretly you think he’s doing a model-strut whenever you two are walking around lol)

- Likes to people watch in a cafe in Italy while discussing clothes you like

- Will buy you clothes after the trip and surprise you (can’t buy it during the trip bc of your suitcases!! But he jots down the things you like or will order it in store to be shipped back home)

- Also would love the food in Italy!! Insists on eating out like every single night because everything is just so good!

- But it’s also super rich so one day you both just lie in bed, too tired to get up. After that you guys take it easy

- Will judge you for wanting a simple slice of Sbarro pizza (“Really? We’re in NYC babe there’s literally every type of food imaginable? And you want Sbarro???”) but one night you wake up in the middle of the night you wake up and he’s curled over the sink with a Sbarro slice?? Hello??

- But he got you one too so it’s okay xoxo

- I think he’d like to get away in a city because the intensity and the energy of a city is the perfect pick me up when he’s feeling weighed down from work (plus the man’s a model he belongs in an Italian fashion show let’s be honest)

REINER:

- I feel like he’d love road trips and camping! For some reason I think he’d be nervous to fly across the world to Europe?? Down for a flight within the US though (I always imagine them to be American but that’s just my hc!)

- Places like Arizona or Utah, even Yellowstone would be perfect!

- He probably burns really easily, so y’all get the biggest floppiest sun hats and make your way through Bryce Canyon or the Grand Canyon!

- Gets all sweaty but pulls you close as you both admire the scene before you. “(Y/N), look at how beautiful it is!”

- Reiner is so hard on himself, and I think that’s still apparent as he pushes himself to rush through the trails

- You need to make him wait and pace himself before he hurts himself! Drink water you fool!

- But imagine after getting deep into Yellowstone, you find a beautifully tranquil scene and you FINALLY see Reiner’s shoulders start to droop

- He can finally let himself relax, surrounded by the beauty of the natural world (and you), and his problems literally melt away

- At Bryce Canyon they had a really nice presentation at one of the parks about light pollution

- If you guys saw something like that Reiner could be moved to tears

- When you drive back to your hotel at night, you both pull over to admire the stars

- They shine brighter than they ever have back home, where the city lights obscures them. Neither of you say anything, just staring up at them in awe and wonder. Reiner reaches out for your hand and squeezes it in his own(‘:

LEVI:

- I wanted to say that he’d like Japan (and he would!) because he’d love the peace of the temples and shrines

- But I think that’s too predictable!! Plus he’s Japanese so he’d probably already be taking you there occasionally to explore!

- I think that he’s actually get a lot out of a trip to London??

- He’d probably have a lot of fun exploring the churches? The art and the history and the tranquility

- I don’t think he’d be running to see any of the royal palaces or big tourist grabs like the London Eye or Big Ben, but St Paul’s Cathedral?? He’d love it there

- And he’d love the parks, they’re spacious and it’s a nice place to people watch

- London seems very private?? Idk I’m here now and everyone seems to mind their business hahah. Polite? I bet he’d really appreciate that

- I also think he’d secretly really enjoy football?? You won’t see him jumping for joy at pubs with any of the British men

- But if a team that he likes is in an intense game, he’s holding his fork in a first so tight it could break in half

- I don’t think Levi would ever be able to fully stop thinking about his work or get away from his regular responsibilities, but he’s really inspired by the British Museum and the British Library

- After you two explore those types of areas he might pull you towards on of the courtyards outside of those areas (they both have lovely green patches outside!) and alternate between writing (I’ve always imagined him as an editor or columnist of sorts… critic maybe?) and talking to you(:

- Also let’s be real, he goes for the tea

ZEKE:

- Honestly I think Amsterdam would be fitting for Zeke

- Amsterdam would be fun with Zeke because the whole city has a laid back vibe

- Zeke gives off a weird mix of constant ease but also stress? Maybe it’s the trauma? Who knows! But the man needs to relax

- And Amsterdam is super chill! There’s a lot of historical memorials and museums to keep you both occupied and the canals are beautiful

- Plus there’s marijuana everywhere omg

- Honestly he’d have a lot of fun in the red light district? Super polite and respectful about everything but the man’s a freak let’s be real (he’s leaving the red light district the SECOND you’re uncomfortable btw he’s super understanding)

- There are really cool markets all over? The flower markets are my favorite! A whole street full of flower bulbs and plants to buy!

- He’d probably suggest you buy some, and when you point out that they might not travel there he’d suggest you just move there together

- Idk maybe it’s the weed, but I think vacations with Zeke would just make him weak in the knees, falling in love with you all over again

- I feel like he’s pretty depressed/apathetic to the world (sorry king 💀), but seeing your eyes full of awe as you explore the large tulip fields makes his heart ache with love for you

- Big softy underneath the trauma xoxo

- Amsterdam would be packed with a large variety of experiences and Zeke would start the trip passively going along with whatever you want, but by the end he’d be dragging you around trying to see everything the world has to offer!

Thanks so much for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Please leave an ask if you want to see any other specific scenarios! I’m working on one about college majors next so stay tuned!

[the-possum-writes]

Hey, Poss! I recently found your tumblr and I love reading your stories! I have started rewatching AT and I definitely can relate to Fern and Finn a lot. They are both comfort characters for me, and I have come up with a request. Is it possible you could do some type of x reader story with either one (or both!) of them with a reader who is very anxious/insecure and compares themselves to others alot and is uncomfortable in crowded places? Thank you for reading my request! 😊

❥ Crowd Anxiety

❥Character: Finn Mertens, Fern Mertens

❥Tags: Fluff, SFW, comfort, anxious!reader, Gen neutral

❥Synopsis: During a chase at the grocery kingdom you run through a crowd only for your anxiety to  kick in, fortunately there's two knights who help you through it.

❥A/n: Gonna describe the scenario in a paragraph and then split it into headcannons for each character.

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder @watchingfromthefloorboards

You were grocery shopping with Finn and Fern when you heard a smash two or three stalls away. "Stop! Thief!" yells one of the stall vendors. The three of you turn around to see a thief fleeing through the farmers market with a cash register tucked under their arm. Fern was the first to take action, pursuing the thief at full speed even if it meant dropping the watermelon he was holding for you. Finn apologized to you and the vendor before hurrying away.

This is not the first time a call to action has disrupted your daily routine. You ought to pay the vendor before continuing the chase, although in an upward direction. Finn and Fern lose track of the thief, but you can see him like a fox in a sheep's pen thanks to your advantage of being high above. You then perform some parkour moves to get him past food stands and clothes lines before rolling to the ground. You scream to whichever brother can hear you, "He's going to the meats section." You're beaming ear to ear at this point since you know you can catch the criminal as soon as he gets within reach and tackle him to the ground. The burglar recognizes you and cranks up the pace.

Although it makes you sweat more than parkour ever did, you don't let your pace slow down when you notice a larger crowd just around the corner. It's unavoidable to run into people, feeling them closing in on you as they go by you while you battle to do the same, till they don't even resemble people anymore with their faces blur away, and you try to keep pace of the thief as he gets further away from you. "No! No!" Your mind raced with the ideas, "I can't let him escape, I got a lot of eyes on me right now, and the shopkeeper is going to think I'm a dumb goop. It's sickening to the point where a crack in the concrete floor sends you sliding down and scraping your knees, and the people who were previously minding their own thing suddenly stare at you as you sit on the floor. You assume that others are silently judging you. That's when you start crying.

Finn:

❥When Finn was the first to come up with you, he instantly put the thief out of his mind and helped you. ❥Are you okay, smokes? I have a few bandages in my backpack, so don't worry. His attention turned to your knee scrapes. Unbeknownst to Finn, it made you feel embarrassed as nosy individuals prodded their heads to stare at you like a zoo animal. Finn, let's leave right away. Even though he is kind, he still didn't get the point when he said, "But, I wanna clean your knees first." ❥"... I feel uncomfortable, there's people watching." you murmur.

❥He finally realized, "Oh." Or maybe he didn't; all he knew was that you wanted to leave, so he picked you up in bridal style and raced away from the main street while you buried your head against his chest regardless of whether you soaked his shirt.

❥As Finn lowers you onto a barrel and begins to clean the area before applying a bandage, he realizes that you are still gazing shamefully away."Hey, it's no biggie. I fall down in public all the time." "... But atleast you manage to catch the bad guys." you mumbles "Oh, that's what's bothering you?" Finn simply listens without adding any more commentary. "You two are fantastic at this being a hero stuff, I know. I tagged along with you guys hoping to one day be like you, but all I've done is screw up." you lament. "Hey, hey (Y/n) you're not a screw up." "Easy for you to say." you mumble, looking away.

❥You remind Finn a little bit of himself. "You wanna know what happened when I fought my first monster?" You sigh, having heard this tale before. "You broke your sword and beat it with your bare hands." you repeat. "Hey, nice memory." he snaps a finger at you. "But there's something I don't tell anyone after my sword broke...I boomed boomed myself." You tried not to laugh out of respect. Keyword being tried.

❥"Doing hero stuff blows sometimes, but after you screw up once it's less likely to screw up again since you know what you're getting into. You're great at what you do!" Finn explains. "..." you pause to consider the suggestion, silently appreciating his presence. "Thanks, I'll try to keep that in mind the next time,"

❥You stopped crying a while ago, suddenly realizing something. "Is that why you carry an extra pair of pants in your backpack?" you point out, Finn just blushes and looks away fondly. "Yeaaah."

❥"There you are! I was about to leave without you guys." Fern has the stolen register in one hand while in the other he has the thief tied up and gagged. "Wow, great job Fern! and you avoided breaking bones this time." Fern enjoys the compliment but he looks to you. "Wouldn't have done it without (y/n), they got real hawk eyes."

Fern:

❥Fern was the first to catch up with you, he indecisively looked back between the thief and you a few times before deciding to stay with you.

❥"Come'on, we can still catch him together." he extends your hand but you refuse it. "No, just go ahead without me. I'm a klutz..." This inevitably bugged Fern, "What are ya saying? I'm not leaving you here playing on the dirt." he raises his voice.

❥It had nosy people poking their heads to look at you like a zoo animal unbeknownst to Fern, it had you blushing in embarrassment. "... Fern just leave me alone...there's people watching."

❥Fern turned to the crowd that formed around the two of you." What are you all looking at!? Take a picture, it'll last longer." He snarled back, flashing his razor-sharp teeth and brilliant eyes at them in an attempt to scare them away. He hoists you up piggyback style and leads you down a quiet alley, away from the busy street.

❥Fern places you on a barrel and uses a bottle to pour water on your knees to clean them, but he realizes that you are still shamefully turning your head away. "Hey, don't worry about it I get scratched up by small things all the time too." "... But atleast you manage to catch the bad guys." you mumbles "That's what's eating you up huh?" Fern simply listens without adding any more commentary. "You two are fantastic at this being a hero stuff, I know. I tagged along with you guys hoping to one day be like you, but all I've done is screw up." you lament. Fern stays quiet for a few seconds. "(Y/n) you're not a screw up. Trust me I know what one is like and you're not one of them." "Pfft yeah right, like who?" you don't believe him, looking away.

❥"Like me." This made you face him, remembering everything he's been through and realizing he's probably the only one who could understand how you feel.

❥Fern takes a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. "You just lost track of a thief, I lost track of a kid who wasn't even actively running away from me. But hey there's no comparing, it's like comparing apples to oranges." he sits down on the barrel next to yours. "What I'm trying to say is that, you'll never go anywhere or be happy if you keep comparing yourself to other people. The only person you should be comparing yourself with is your past self, you're great at what you do and with time you'll be unstoppable." you pause to consider the advice, silently appreciating his presence. "Thanks, I'll try to keep that in mind the next time." "Good, or else I'll write it on your forehead with permanent marker." he half joked, but you know he's fully capable of doing it.

❥You stopped crying a while ago, suddenly realizing something. "Hey, you've been really good with advice lately." "Yeah, been seeing a therapist." he scratches the back of his neck. "And here I thought you were stealing phrases from fortune cookies again." you chuckle. "Sometimes, but not all the time!"

❥ "There you are! I was about to leave without you guys." Finn has the stolen register in one hand while in the other he has the thief tied up by the hands. "Looks like you had everything under control, didn't need our help huh (y/n)?" Finn enjoys the compliment but he looks to you. "Not really, I mean, I wouldn't have done it without (y/n), they're a beast at parkour."

[rubykgrant]

Well, it finally happened. I had an RVB dream, except it tricked me, because it didn't seem like and RVB dream at first. It was very "real" because in my dream, I'm sitting at my computer, watching a sneak-peak for some new animated movie, and this is the first 10 minutes or something. It starts with a character inside of some big space ship, sort of sneaking down a dark hallway. They have something hidden in a backpack (a younger person, but not a kid. looks like they could be a girl but, y'know). Every so often, they pause, hiding in the shadows when they hear guards come (this is very specific, because we can hear people coming too, but the movement/focus of the character always pulls back when they stop, so we don't visually see what these other people look like). Eventually, the character gets to some kind escape pod area, but the use of them are locked when there isn't an emergency. The console for the pods keeps asking for a security code, which the character doesn't have... so they pull the small device out of their pack. Lights on it flicker, and the view changes to see the character from behind; we don't have a clear view of what the device is doing, but after a bright glow, the console now lets the character access an escape pod. The character leaves the ship, eventually traveling to Earth. Warning alarms go off on the ship, the pod wasn't noticed, but the people on board have finally realized the device is stolen.

The pod lands in a forest area nearby a beach. The character gets out with their backpack, and starts trying to figure out where to go. They come to the outskirts of a small city, and nearby is some kind of carnival/fair going on. They decide to head over to hide in the crowd (and check their pockets; they have some kind of electronic credit card that shows only small number left, so... fair food is probably all they can afford). For a while, this goes alright, the character blends in, lots of other people are around, they get some cotton candy/soda/cheeseburger... then the device in the backpack starts beeping. At the beach, a small ship has landed by the escape pod. Inside the ship, we still don't see the people, but can hear them talking about tracking a signal from the device, and begin focusing on the fair. They can't directly pinpoint the character with the backpack, but they know that is where the device is. Some people in the ship say they'll "take off their armor" and put on some civilian clothes to get closer inside the fair. Eventually, they locate the character with the backpack (and their "civilian" disguises look like those really bad "I'm not a cop" outfits).

The character spots them right away, and tries to evade, but gets grabbed by the arm. Another person at the fair sees this, and while he doesn't know what is going on, he sees that this person is clearly distressed, and steps in (the guy has a recognizable voice, but the reveal of who is comes later). The people grabbing the character with the pack make some BS excuse about how they stole the pack from one of them; the guy looks at the pack, which has a lot of buttons/pins and sharpie drawings all over it... which match the character's whole style in their outfit. The guy doesn't buy it, and when the people trying to take the character away argue, another character shows up- a woman who says she can TELL they're cops, but no way that backpack is stolen (also, this woman looks a LOT like she's probably this guy's sister. Hmm!). The people who wanted to do this quietly realize they don't have that option anymore, so they radio the ship to just come to their location. The ship arrives, scaring most of the people at the fair away, but the guy and his sister stay, the guy throws a punch at the person holding the character by the arm, his sister lets out a "Hell yeah! fuck the police!" and starts spraying them with sillystring from one of the vendor booths. The three of them try to run through the fair, and other people inside the ship toss out some sci-fi looking guns to the not-cops. They fire out these energy blasts, which knock over some of the rides/booths, but some of them also shoot this strange foam that hardens and traps people (HMM!).

When it seems that the three people are cornered by the not-cops and the ship, ANOTHER ship arrives. Just two people jump out, and this is the first time we see what the armor looks like; it is very clearly Simmons and Caboose. Other people inside the ship come out, in their own space armor (various shades of white/gray/black with few unique variations). Some fighting happens, most of the bad-guys get captured, but two escape back on the ship (one guy without armor, one in the armor). Simmons tells Caboose to use the stun-gel on the bad-guys, and after he does, Caboose gets a little distracted by a bunch of prizes from a game booth that got knocked over ("Look! they have a stuffed animal of ME!"- there are little Halo plushies, and he finds a big blue one). Simmons turns to talk to the people who were attacked, and it immediately gets awkward because... oh. Haha. Hey, Grif. Also, Grif's sister. There is a brief moment of tension where Grif and Simmons sort of "chat" but don't really say anything. Kai begins to tell them "GOD, would you two just get it over with and fu-" but Grif cuts her off. As they are distracted with sibling bickering, Simmons finally realizes the other character is trying to sneak off. He stops them and asks what happened, why were they being attacked. The character sighs, realizing they can't just keep running.

"They were after me because... I took THIS", and they hold up the little electronic device. It flickers again, but this time we can fully see an little holographic avatar take form. This is an AI. Is it an entirely new one? Is it a forgotten Fragment? Is it some kind of "re-born" version of Church? WELL, I DON'T KNOW, that's where the trailer for my dream ended! (I think the vibe for the plot was; this AI was going to be misused by a group of people that secretly work for Charon, and this mysterious new character found out, and rescued it. Simmons, Caboose, and later we find out, Donut and Locus as well- have been kind of doing their own thing as an emergency rescue team, not affiliated with the military anymore. Tucker is with Junior, while Carolina and Wash have been with Niner, looking for any other Freelancers that have been hiding. I think... there was going to be some implication that Doc wasn't actually dead? I have no idea how or why that was supposed to work. He was stuck in another dimension, or something. Lopez and Sheila have been hanging out on Chorus, but they get involved later. The deal with Grif and Simmons; Simmons thinks Grif has been perfectly happy, and doesn't want to admit how much he misses him, while Grif thinks Simmons clearly doesn't care anymore, so they both just keep NOT TALKING. Grif was going to spend most of the story with no armor on, because he's done with all that... but he still comes along for the ride, trying to help the mysterious character. Near the end would be some big emotional moment with Simmons nearly getting killed by a bad-guy, and Grif puts on armor again to save him)

[crusty-chronicles]

Uhhhh i kinda just wanted to put some ideas I’ve had when reading ur ging hcs since I was kinda imagining y/n towering over ging just cuz 🤷

Like giving ging nicknames like papa Smurf, minion, short stack or patty cake, in an endearing way of course or just the reader suddenly picking him up if he’s being stubborn over stupid shit and dragging him around despite the little collar backpack?? Thing he put in us so we don’t get lost . Maybe like crouching in the ugliest way possible or getting on the ground to see eye to eye cuz I was thinking like he would have to Crain his neck up since he would only be able to see our Tatas or something idk this is kinda dum 😍🗡️

No, you are so right. Gings just exudes short king vibes and in this specific scenario, he's gotta have a himbo or Amazonian S/o. You ever see a mastiff just drag the owner across a yard? That's Ging if he doesn't use nen to keep you still. This is y'all and I will die on that hill.

Can confirm he goes flying if Y/n sees something cool and runs towards it. Like he'll be talking to vendor and all of a sudden he's being dragged through the town because you saw a butterfly.

He learned his lesson so everytime you go out, he's constantly using nen so he's prepared when you pull. (Definitely dislocated his shoulder a few times.)

Can totally see them calling Ging fun sized when they want to embarrass him. Also Papa SMurf???? Has me cackling. Definitely when Y/n finds out about Gon.

I feel like in this specific scenario, Y/n has too much golden retriever energy to really tease Ging about his height. Like it does not compute for them that he's a little stinker.

However- they will use cutesy terms when describing him.

"Ging? You mean my little guy? My tiny tater tot? My grumpy little armrest?"

And he hates it.

Does not like when you stand behind him because he is in titty range and it's emarrasing. In private tho? He's cuddling. The masterlist header? That's him.

If he ever gets upset and you pick him up, he's seething.

"Put me down and let me kick this guy's ass!!!"

"No, he didn't do anything."

He will bite if you don't put him down.

You ever see Chucky kicking his little legs???? Ging when you carry him away from fighting randos.

Also this-

You cannot tell me his Airheaded S/o wouldn't do this for him. And you cannot tell me the zodiacs wouldn't make fun of him for it. But this is the one time he does not give a shit.

They're just jealous🙄🙄🙄

He's also very shocked that you managed to do this without cutting yourself. But hey, at least there's a brain in there.

Gets pouty if his lunch doesn't look like this.

"Are we breaking up or something?"

"I'm sorry, I broke my alarm so I didn't wake up." 🥺

"Well get it fixed! Hell, I'll buy you a new one! My sandwiches aren't gonna cut themselves into hearts!"😤😤😤

[palomahasenteredthechat]

https://www.tumblr.com/palomahasenteredthechat/758744369001103360/yall-have-you-ever-considered-its-not-that-deep?source=share

It is fun to speculate though. I think if he had a copy of hunger games or to kill a mockingbird in his back pocket no one would think twice, but given the title and subject matter that's why people are questioning it.

Someone mentioned that the dude with the backpack was selling magazines. Maybe he was selling books too he bought it off the guy? Actually, that just became my favorite theory. Kinda sweet helping the guy out, but also kinda quirky being like "ooh I'll take this one!"

I think that guy was a vendor for that magazine only.

Look, I'm of the opinion that absolutely nothing in those photos with Ebon wasn't 100% premeditated.

I know not everyone agrees with me, and that's okay. But that book was in Joe's pocket for a reason, and we'll never know it. That's okay too.

[lemonylepid]

Kyto needed to head home, there was a lot on his mind. The problem is that in Le-Metru, to get around you need to use the Chutes. The problem with Chutes is that Datuu and Juup take the same Chute home, which means they'll be at the station, which means they'll probably harass him like usual. 'Hopefully not today' he thought, folding is arms and looking to the ground in an effort to conceal his deep green Huna. 'Maybe they went home earlier..'

No, he wouldn't be that lucky. He could hear the Matoran chuckling to themselves a few bio away. Amidst any crowd you could always pick out Juup's snide voice, in contrast with Datuu's screeching laughter. 'Maybe they won't notice me?'

The crowd waiting for the Chute to clear was looked over by two towering Vahki, processing and analyzing the crowd. Le-Matoran were known to be a little rowdy, but order had to be maintained.

Kyto held tight to his backpack's straps, grabbing something giving him a light comfort as anxiety tried to take hold. At his workplace, he's made a perfect route to avoid the two at all costs, but going home was always a problem. He could stay at a local energy vendor for a short while, but he did not want to waste away his day waiting for bullies to leave. Besides, what would his pet kofu-bomu think?

The sound of the Chute clearing was a startling chime, and Kyto shot a glance at the entrance, strangling his straps hoping the two Matoran would leave. Unfortunately, the worst had happened. Just about everyone in the crowd had filtered through but the two. The chime sounded right before they stepped inside.

"Karz it, Datuu. Every time we ever-miss this thing. It's always your fault, too." Juup said with a sneer.

"Look, you're the one say-telling jokes, it's ever-distracting! I laugh too hard! Clearly your fault." Datuu put an arm around Juup, chuckling just a bit more. "At least it won't be squeeze-crowded next time."

Kyto's heartlight was whirring hard, he turned to hide in an alley but accidentally bumped into a discard receptacle, making a loud clang as metal hit metal. Kyto froze in place, slowly looking back to the two. They were right there. Next to him. Looming. "Trying to discard-trash yourself, pump guy?" Datuu's voice rang in Kyto's audio receptors, and he slowly backed away.

"N-no, just on my way-back home.." they didn't even know Kyto's name.

"I thought you lived in our house-district? Didjya wrong-turn?" Juup put a hand against the wall behind Kyto, very intentionally trying to scare him.

"I was j-just.."

"Yeah he's just twist-confused like always. Isn't that ever-right, pump guy?" Datuu's chuckle was shrill. "Probably a happy-good thing, too. Don't want him depressurizing our way-back home. Pksheww!" he mimicked a little explosion with his hands.

"Look, g-gentlmen, that was one time in a t-testing tunnel.. If we could all go home-"

"Give us your widgets, you still big-owe us for having to quick-clean up your mess." Just like Juup to get straight to the point. Kyto's fists clenched, his wages have been reduced already to surplus the two. He didn't owe them anything. Especially after the last three times this had happened.

"N-n-n-no.." Kyto's heartlight had never revved faster. It felt like it was going to pop out of his chest. He glanced over at the Vahki standing guard, wondering why they weren't helping him. They never help him.

Juup's head crooked a little, confused. "What did you just tell-say to me, pump guy?" Datuu looked at Juup and pulled out a cargo welder. A small handheld welder from Ta-Metru that could scar a matoran up good. "Maybe we should quick-weld your mouth shut, because I really didn't like listen-hearing that, pump guy."

The panic of the situation set in, and Kyto did what he could. His eyes darted to Datuu, studying his Mahiki. His clenched fist swung hard, contacting it with a crunch, and Datuu went down, welder flying out of his hand. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Juup was shocked, and Kyto shoved him out of the way and he ran. He ran straight for the Chute entrance, which had given the all-clear moments ago. He could hear the Vahki chitter and mobilize, and Juup shouting. The Vahki didn't understand. Alarms sounded and another Vahki shot out from the nearby tower, debris falling into the area. It was tracked and targeted to Kyto, he had to leave now.

He stepped into the Chute, and zoomed off. The Vahki jumped into it as well, now hot on Kyto's tail. As he looked back, he could see a disk load and charge up in its pincers. It blasted several times over, explosions surely visible from the outside. Kyto dodged the best he could, and sped through the protodermis gel as fast as he could, carrying the current to speed himself up. His goal of getting home was getting closer, he could feel the exit pull.

He landed, and exited the Chute as fast as possible. He was home free, no bullies, no Vahki, just his house and his Rahi. He could see it, it was right there! And then an explosion set off behind him, the Vahki shot out of the peak of the Chute. It landed on him and knocked him flat to the ground. The Vahki fired a binding disk and it electrocuted Kyto right there in the middle of his neighborhood plaza. They didn't understand. Nobody would understand. The Vahki switched to a matoric recording, and spouted loudly:

"CRIMINAL APPREHENDED, FOR PEACE AND THE LAW."

[unfilteredaj]

Valentines Day:

Watchmen (Rorschach + The Comedian 2 OC!)

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(A/N: Inspired by @caddy-crystal-queen ‘s AMAZING Valentines board she made for me as part of her Valentines challenge! Also I put a lot of references to non-watchmen related things in this one… see if you can spot them! Also ‘Writing a character accurate to cannon’ is not a thing I know how to do lmao.)

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It was Valentine’s day. Rorschach had noticed the spike in romantic and sexual activity around New York at night, and the abundance of red and pink in the store windows, but he had to admit, he hated it all. When you were shoved off by your so called team mates so they could all partake in the glorification of sexual activity in the name of Romance, it was hard to be in a good mood. Even if good moods had been a dime a dozen lately. He suspected it had something to do with…

The knock on his apartment door tore Rorschach from his mindless shifting through papers that could help with his most recent case. He grumbled to himself, fully prepared to punch a flower or chocolate salesperson.

His anger subsided when he saw who it actually was.

“Comedian.” He said, a tone of ease coming over him in their presence.

“Second Generation, at your service. Better, Smarter…” The Comedian, as usual, grinned.

“Crazier.” Rorschach flashed a small smile of his own. “Come in.”

It still felt odd to have a team mate in his apartment, but they were an exception. Not even Daniel knew where Rorschach lived. But The second Comedian got his mission. It just felt right that they knew where to find each other.

Comedian flopped down on the couch, boots carefully perched so they didn’t touch the fabric.

“‘S Valentine’s Day. Everyone’s doing… stuff. You’re not?” Rory asked.

��Trust me I don’t have anywhere to be. It looks like you had a steamy night planned with your evidence files there.”

“Sure. Was gonna drink some wine. Probably wake up in an alley with teeth in my pocket again.” Rorschach’s tone was serious, but the usual small kick to the bottom end of Comedian’s Bazooka indicated he was joking.

“Sound’s hot. But I’m hijacking your self isolation for today. We might not get the romance crap but I found this cool spot near the Hudson where we could drink and watch the fireworks. Mask up if you want. We’re going. No choice.” The Comedian’s eyes sparkled.

“Fine. Meet back here at 7.”

The Comedian grinned, heading back out to do whatever comedians did during the day.

….

Night came quickly, and The Comedian arrived, dressed in their usual attire, modeled mostly after their father’s costume. They paired it with a leather jacket and heart shaped backpack, in replacement of their usual one, shaped like a smiling face. They had their Bazooka slung lazily over their shoulder. They carried themself so much like Edward Blake sometimes it was uncanny.

“Nice backpack.” Rorschach said semi-sarcastically as they walked down the crowded streets.

The Comedian took a handgun from their belt, shooting pink paintballs at a couple getting a little too handsy.

“No PDA in public, folks. No one wants to see that shit.” They said. “I will paint your asses pink.”

“Paintball Pistol? Clever.”

Rorschach’s amusement was shown only by the shifting of ink blots across his face.

“I use it for non-violent situations. But mostly for fun.” Comedian grinned.

Rorschach paused by a vendor selling all different colors of rose, grabbing a single yellow one and paying for it.

The Comedian shared a knowing look with the vendor… she seemed familiar.

The vendor gave Comedian a sly grin and a thumbs up as they looked back.

“Didn’t take you for a flowers guy.” They smirked.

“For you. Busted a guy who worked as a gardener. Had lots of books about this stuff. Took them for evidence. Yellow. Friendship.” He basically shoved the flower at them.

They smiled, taking the rose and smelling it.

“I remember that… that guy was a total nightmare.” They chuckled at their own joke.

The pair found a relatively secluded spot overlooking the Hudson river, and Comedian took a large blanket out of their backpack, spreading it out on the ground. They sat, patting the spot next to them.

Rorschach gave them a look.

“Come on, Grumpy gills. Take a night to just have fun for once.” Comedian grinned.

“Can’t remember the last time I had fun.” Rory said truthfully, sitting. He was stiff, his posture strangely perfect.

The Comedian rummaged in their backpack again, producing a bottle of Red Wine and two takeout boxes from an Italian place they both liked.

“Well, my red haired amigo, tonight you have no choice.” Comedian took their mask off, feeling comfortable in the secluded area and trying to subtly encourage Rory to do the same. “I know you like that Little Italy place, so I got us some pasta before I got to your place.”

Rorschach paused for a long moment, and looked around. After seeing that the place really was miraculously almost barren, he took his hat and mask off.

“Thanks.” He muttered, neatly placing his hat and mask on the edge of the blanket. “‘S this a date?”

His tone was not one of malice, and he truly meant the question genuinely, but The Comedian’s face flushed all the same. After a wide eyed look of embarrassment, The Comedian looked down at their boots.

“I know you’re not the type… and I respect that… I just wanted to hang out…” They rambled.

Rorschach grabbed the bottle of wine and opened it, taking a long drink straight from the bottle.

“This is important to you. Not letting you do this sober. I know I can be difficult…” Now Rorschach, usually a man of few words, was rambling. “Don’t have to talk about it.”

“Thanks.” Comedian said, looking up again.

Rory passed them the bottle, and they chugged as much as one gulp could reasonably fit in their stomach.

As the pair ate their takeout Italian food, they watched various boats pulling into their spots for the fireworks.

Before they knew it, the two were bordering on tipsy, their stomachs full of good food and mediocre wine.

“Daniel says Laurie wants a real wedding. Asked if I’d be best man. Think it’ll last?”

Rorschach hated the idea of being a prop in something as odd as a wedding, but Daniel was one of his closest friends. He only tolerated Laurie because she was a good fighter, and a solid team mate. Not to mention the new Comedian’s half sister. He passed them the nearing half empty bottle.

“Probably. They seem to be really in love. Laurie asked me to be part of it. She can’t really figure out where to fit me in, though.” Comedian looked sad for a moment.

Rory gave them a playful shove, passing the bottle.

“Heh… You can be Piss-Ant of honor. Genderless, yet affective.”

Comedian almost choked as they took a swig. Rorschach had actually made a funny joke.

“The great Rory finally succumbs to the beauty of piss jokes. I have now seen it all.” Comedian laughed.

They passed the bottle around until it was empty, and the fireworks were beginning to start.

“This is nice.” Comedian was well on their way to being plastered. They leaned against Rorschach, their mind a blissful blur of pointless thoughts.

“Yeah….” Rorschach was trying to focus on the fireworks in the sky, but seeing them reflected off of The Comedian’s eyes somehow made them brighter. More fun.

Their time at Karnak, the way Comedian kept Manhattan from killing him, the way Comedian always had put the mission first, even before their own feelings, and never pressed him, all made him realize how much they understood him. Really, and truly, understood him like no one, not even Daniel had before.

Comedian looked back at him, a cheshire grin on their face.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No one understands me. They think I’m a sociopath. But you understand.” Rorschach said.

His voice was contemplative, and soft. It was strange coming from him.

“Rory I think you’re drunk.” The Comedian’s heart ached, but they smiled.

Rorschach was an enigma to everyone around him. But The Comedian understood. He liked things a certain way, and marched to his own drum. Marching alone was lonely, but Rorschach wasn’t the type of person to let loneliness keep him from being himself.

“No. Maybe…. Doesn’t matter. Listen. I don’t want to be alone. You make things less dull. Less depressing. Since you found me that night …” Rorschach trailed off, waving away his scattered thought. “You…you’re important to me. I don’t know how to… accept that.”

His eyes were glued on the fireworks still going off in the sky.

The Comedian slid closer to him, leaning their head on his shoulder, and looping their fingers together.

“Just… be here. With me. Right now. That’s a start.”

[danaan13]

The dispatch had sent me an address, along with the code for The Tank. I smiled and drove out to the address. I liked picking up The Tank. He tipped well. He also would tell stories about things he'd seen people doing, while out on his patrols - kids drawing art on the sidewalk with chalks, a man buying flowers from a street vendor for his wife's birthday, a pair of teenagers herding a small cluster of children into a park. He would gush about how much beauty there was in everyday life.

That's not to say the other superheroes weren't likeable. They each had their charms and quirks. A few were assholes. But in that way that said they weren't sure how to be a people, instead of an icon, and hated it.

But by and large, I liked listening to The Tank the most. He was gregarious, warm, kind, and oh so observant. He'd noticed my backpack, sitting in the passenger seat one day, with my college textbooks in it. I hadn't had time to stash it in the trunk before answering the dispatch call to come get him. He asked me what I was studying and was very curious about my field of study. His tips doubled after that.

So, I turned right on to Hibiscus Street and pulled up to the address. I stopped at the curb and then looked at the two men there. Oh, this wasn't good.

The Tank was sitting on the ground with a huge wad of gauze and an ice pack pressed to his nose. Bruises were blooming vividly across his face. And his right arm was sloppily bound up in what looked to be the remains of a shiny purple cape.

Standing next to him was The Mad Marquis. His cape was clearly gone, now used as an impromptu sling. And he was standing their scowling at The Tank's phone. He looked up at me as I stepped out of my cab. "There you are. I suppose that's not a bad wait time. Maybe. Whatever. Take this moron to his hospital will you? Idiot was so determined to stop my missile he used his face for it and landed his elbow on my car!"

The Tank huffed a laugh. "Yes, well, I'm rather fond of that elementary school. I wish you'd stop parading your shenanigans in front of it. You're not impressing the art teacher with them."

Marquis snarls. "Oh no! Of course not! She's too happy about you blocking that missile with your bloody face! How is she ever going to notice me if you're always saving the day?"

Tank rolled his eyes. "How is she going to notice you if her students are screaming in terror?"

I watched the two bicker and then noticed that they had the same color eyes. And the same curve to their nose. I'd heard rumors that The Tank had a brother, but never quite realized said brother might be a villain. I finally gathered the gall to interrupt them. "As fascinating as I'm finding this whole scenario, perhaps we can continue this on the way?"

Tank smiled and nodded, pushing to his feet with a wobble. Which Marquis quickly reached to steady him. They both climbed into the back and I passed back a first aid kit that stayed in the front. I turned then for the hospital that was equipped for treating our superheroes, after texting their office that I was on the way with The Tank and what I could see of his injuries.

As we drove, the two started bickering about the Art Teacher again. And finally, Tank looked at me and asked, "If you had a guy trying to get your attention like this, how would you feel?"

I frowned in thought and then asked, "Would I be aware that he was trying to get my attention?"

Tank looked at Marquis then. "That is a point. Does she even know you like her?"

Marquis squirmed and sighed. "I... haven't said as much. I'm just trying to get her to talk to me!"

I bit back a soft laugh and then said, "How about... starting with a conversation, instead of a plot?"

Marquis sniffed derisively at me. "Why would I do that? What good is doing anything without a proper plot!?"

I just shrugged and answered, "Because then you can find out what sorts of plots she likes."

That stopped him in his tracks and I could see him in my mirror, turning look out the cab window thoughtfully. Proverbial gears turned in his head as his silence filled the cab. Tank gave me a discrete thumbs up. I just smiled.

I got them to the hospital and the nurses were already waiting. The Marquis stepped out and then stopped, turning around to look at me. "Do you... deliver? Like... flowers?" he asked, seeming almost nervous.

I tilted my head and watched him fidget. I then nodded. "That is a service offered by my company, yes."

He then looked down at Tank's phone and says, "If I save this number to my phone, I can still use it to use your company's services?"

I nodded again, but then added, "Yes. But do keep in mind, we can't drive you to or from any illegal activities. City law prohibits that. And... I'd like to keep my job."

He nodded quickly. "No. No. Perfectly understandable. I'll be sure anything I ask you to ferry will be legally acquired."

He then turned and sedately followed the nurses and Tank into the hospital, without so much as a goodbye.

It would be another week, before dispatch sent me to a flower service to pick up the most massive, bourgeois vase of flowers I'd ever seen. The art teacher was flabbergasted and when I related to her what it was all about, the woman just groaned. And blushed. Two months later, The Mad Marquis was seen on another crime spree, with a brand new lady villain at his side. And The Tank was strangely pleased with it.

As for me, Marquis actually tipped more than his brother did. And when I went to go make my next loan payment on my car, the company said they no longer had records of my debt, after The Mad Marquis and The Aristocrat of Art had vandalized their office and deleted most of their servers. I stuck the money in my savings instead.

You are a cabdriver. But you don’t drive any cab, you drive The Herocab, a cab that any superhero can call if they need to be somewhere urgently. Today you were called, only to find the hero a bloody mess on the ground and a villain, the hero’s phone in hand, standing over them.

[warlockwriting]

BATTLECREEK: Chapter One

My fingers fly across the phone screen, furiously typing out a message to August: ru guys here yet?

My twin, Jesse, with her black backpack around her shoulders, frantically looks around. "I promised Dad I'd look after you, but as long as you're with your friends, I'm sure he won't mind if I go play with the band."

Suddenly everything feels a little claustrophobic, with the echoing music too loud in the air and the sweating, heaving mass of bodies too much to breathe in. "No. Please stay."

"But if you're with August, and the others, then you'll be fine, won't you?"

My eyes widen and I shake my head slowly. "What if Darren is here?"

Jesse sighs and pulls out her phone. "Fine."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Out of nowhere, I hear a voice: "Felix!"

I turn around and spot the source: my best friend August. He opens his arms wide, and I do the same, falling into his chest as we hug.

"It's been awhile," August says into my ear. "How are things?"

"Fine," I say as we pull apart. "Other than.. You know.."

"If you like, if we find him, I can punch him in the face."

I laugh. "Thanks."

Jesse clears her throat. "Well, it seems like you have August, so do you mind now if I go play with the band?"

"She'll be fine with me," August assures her, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

I nod in agreement.

"Call me if you need me, okay?"

I nod again.

"I love you," she says. Then she's gone.

I turn back to August, taking in his familiar black wolf cut and green catlike eyes. He's wearing a black hoodie, despite it being at least seventy-five degrees out, along with a necklace that has a silver skull on it.

"Where are Zuri and Chains at?"

"They went to the sushi truck. We could go get some lunch, if you'd like? Do you have money?"

I nod. Dad had given me at least a hundred dollars to spend at the festival. "I'm saving it for souvenirs, though."

"Fair enough. I can pay for you."

"Thanks."

But the truth is, I'm not hungry. I need to save my calories for when I'm really craving something. A hot dog is just way too out of my calorie budget right now.

So when I get the hot dog, I take a few bites, disguising it with chatting and exploring with August. He doesn't even question anything when I offer to take his waste to the nearest trash can.

The others catch up to us outside a stall that's selling stuffed animals, and when I see a black stuffed dragon that I like, I give the vendor some money and then continue chatting with my friends. The dragon is pressed up against my chest.

"What should we do first?" Zuri asks, running his fingers across his blond buzzcut. The sun shining on his peachy skin makes his freckles and navy blue eyes stand out.

"Lizzie is in the drag show, remember?"

"Right. But she's not on until one."

"That's in ten minutes."

"Shit, already?" Zuri seems surprised as he checks his watch. "I guess we'd better go watch her, then?"

I haven't seen Darren yet, which I assume is a good thing. But as my eyes search the crowd around us, I realize he's who I'm looking for. A piece of my heart yearns to see him outside of our bedrooms for once. And even if he makes me feel funny, like I'm being slightly choked by his presence, that's nothing, right?

It's just a crush. It's fine.

Everything will be absolutely fine.

+ + +

The crowd roars with applause as Mr. Peterson walks onto the stage with the microphone.

"Hello, good afternoon, my people! Are we having a good time?"

Another cheer from the crowd.

"When will she be onstage?" August whispers to me.

"Shortly."

"Today," Mr. Peterson's voice booms into the crowd, "we have contestants from all over the county, and one even came all the way from California.."

Chuckles arise from the crowd.

"Incoming," Zuri whispers in my ear.

I turn my head and see the very last person I would want to see ever again.

[busybussinbee]

aaaaaaand final day of dragoncon! i don’t have as much to say about this day but figured i’d still post to wrap it all up

went as chara again today! but i did switch it up a little and add some spooky black face paint so that was fun

i think the theme song of today is just the “stronger than you” chara rewrite cause it was stuck in my head all day lol

stuff that happened:

-i finally bought a penguin! he’s a little guy with a beanie and a backpack and his name is dave and i love him

-i also bought an ocarina that was like $60 for my upcoming saria cosplay and it was WORTH IT

-there was an obsession swap panel and it was the most neurodivergent panel in the entire con. they just. set all the neurodivergents free in a room together and we went absolutely Feral.

-i met some absolutely wonderful people at this panel they were all so sweet and we were all utterly Vibrating with happy stimmy energy at the end. i also yoinked someone’s stim it’s mine now thanks moss

-several of us went to the vendor hall and by the end we were all just screaming at each other not to look at the items because we’d already spent enough money

-flowey continued to get more attention than me, but seeing as i made him, i take that as a compliment

-i was kinda worried i’d frighten children with the spooky makeup but a tiny little girl in the bathroom smiled at me!

this weekend was absolutely incredible and i can’t wait to come back in the future! conventions are where i meet my people and am in my happy place and i wouldn’t change a thing about dragoncon 2023!

[ofsupernovcs]

"That's a fucking balloon broseph." Kevin said picking it up. Kevin in fustration rolled to the nearest vendor. "Hey you! Is this a real alien." The vendor gave him a weird look. "See not a fucking alien." Kevin sighed before taking a deep breath. "It is so hot I feel like I'm melting so I get seeing shit." Kevin looked at him. "I already forgiven you I just chose not to tell you I used your credit card."

Now Kevin, ever the bright eyed younger rookie cop didn't know what to think. Kevin gently patted the other. "I'm sorry dude that sounds like a lot." Kevin said. "Nah the aliens would have melted our brains with lasers." Kevin pointed outs. "Sounds more complicated.Dare I say the great old ones." Kevin took out the backpack and took out his book. "Nyarlathotep the god of all horrors. Maybe this Klaus guy is one of Nyarlathotep's avatars. Just like in the Mythos." Kevin continued to flip the pages of the book. "You just need to say his true name and he will be driven to madness." Kevin said. "That or we can summon someone from the court of Azathoth. Or wait let me call Pierre from Quebec." Kevin said. Kevin pulled out his phone and called his friend.

"Salut Pierre, comment vas-tu ?"(Pierre how are you)

Kevin, qu’est-ce que c’est que ce bordel, je suis à un rendez-vous (Kevin what the fuck I'm on a date)

Pierre cela implique Nyathorep (Pierre this is about Nyarlathotep)

Que voulez-vous savoir (Okay what do you want to know)

Kevin Looked up at TJ.

"Okay what do you want to know?"

"What do you mean, uncool?" TJ looked at Kevin in disbelief. "I just showed you a damn alien." But then he paused, thinking, connecting whatever dots were there. "Wait - hang on, you think I'm fucking with you?" TJ shook his head. "Dude, I'm not. I swear on my life that is an alien." He said, pointing back to the blow-up alien. "Maybe you don't believe me when I say this, but I believe you're on to something, and look, I'm sorry for not listening to you..." TJ didn't know why he was apologising, but he couldn't stop himself.

"You know my ex-supervisor vanished, then our former chief vanished...I'm really starting to think the aliens are taking them down one by one...also get this. You know when I went missing? Ever since then I've been acting weird, like, I have to do what that guy Klaus Mikaelson says, I mean, I even asked Sofia to keep surveillance on some people just because Klaus asked me to watch them...dude. Is he the alien?"

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Jake lockley/marc spector/steven grant x villain!male reader

A common enemy

I hope this was worth the hype????

Might have a lot of grammatical errors and I sincerely apologize for it, it's just how I write. For some reason I rush things. Hope you enjoy tho. And sorry if this was not up to standards. (Don't really know whethere to make the reader an avatar or a God.)

Ammit's little cult has come to my attention. Looking into the future and seeing the succesful task of Harrow in releasing Ammit, I smile.

I am the Judge, Jury and Executioner. No one dares to oppose me, the Ennead fears the one who they cannot imprison. Your fate is sealed, Ammit. You are playing a game you cannot win.

——

Waking up, I felt like I didn't sleep at all ignoring that fact, since it has been happening a lot lately. I did my usual routine, sitting up on my bed checking the ankle restraint. Removing it and walking over to the door, checking whether the tape on the door crack has been moved. Seeing that it was untouched I removed rolling it up into a little ball and throwing it in the bin full of the same tape ball.

Eating breakfast and getting dressed and grabbing my coffee I walk outside almost bumping into the broomstick vendor, I walk towards the bus stop only to see it driving away. I chased after it, getting in after a few minutes of chasing it.

After sleeping on a strangers backpack for a bit, he nudged me awake. Looking over to the woman beside me as she looks at me.

"Cheers."

I say tiredly, holding me coffee up, I beging drifting off again, until I remembered my job. Getting off the bus at my stop, I walk into the museum, noticing the banners of the Ennead wete incorrect. Walking through the doors I greet [camera guy name].

"Hey, [cctv guy]."

"Morning scottie."

He greets back.

"It's Steven, with a V."

I walk past seem seeing Donna talking to a bloke I have never seen before, without any awareness that I was staring at him, I notice just how handsome and cute he was, look at Donna with a confused and annoyed look as Donna just keeps talking. He notices me staring at me and he winks at me, making me blush. I look down and start walking towards my little area in the giftshop which coincidentally is where Donna and the new guy are.

"Perfect timing, Stevie. Show Y/n around I have some stuff to do."

Donna says as she walks away.

"She gives an earful doesn't she?"

I say to who I know now is Y/n.

"Bloody annoying, woman."

He says with a small smilr as he walks around and into my little space.

"So, what do you do here?"

He asks looking around and under the counter.

"Try to sell these little buggers to children."

I say holding out a few of the many things in the gift shop, that does not even slightly correlate to egypt in anyway apart from the packaging.

"Are these supposed to me isn't this an ancient egyptian history museum, or something? Yet none of those things even slightly reminiscent ancient egypt apart from the packaging."

"Exactly what I was thinking, and the banners of the Ennead are missing a few of the Gods."

"Yea, noticed that too, this place is a mess."

"Yea."

I say looking at him with admiration, it's for me to encounter someone who is as interested and knowledgable in ancient egypt as me. I keep looking at him for a bit more, watching his beautiful and vibrant e/c that have a deep colour in them. Watching his small and skinny hands skim through everything on the counter. Looking at his smooth and soft skin.

"You're staring, and we haven't even introduced ourselves properly."

"O-ow, I'm Steven, Steven Grant."

I say holding out my hand.

"Y/n, y/n l/n."

He says with a charming smile and shaking my outstretched hand.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

After our little interaction, I remembered what Donna said.

"You are new here, right? What is it that you do?"

"Well, I am apparently a gift shopist as well. Well to be more accurate, inventory but I help in the giftshop in the and get some supplies from the inventory. And at the end of the day I also do some inventory work, something too much. Since I will most likely not do anything in the day, since you are here."

He says with a smile as he leans on the counter a hand on his chin supporting in and the other lazily playing around with the stuff on the counter.

"Ow, I guess that's not too bad."

After saying that, a kid ran up to the counter to buy some gummies.

"That would be 2£."

She lives the money and runs off to her mother.

"That's sad."

"What? W-why?"

"Not a lot of people come here, we've been open for 2 hours and only 1 person came to the gift shop."

"Ar least I don't have to do anything, but later people will start comming here, once tour groups arrive."

"I guess so."

We went on with the day, morning becoming noon, noon becoming afternoon then eventually came evening.

"That was a boring day."

Y/n says, leaning back on the counter, with his hands supporting him.

"Story of my life."

I say with a breathy chuckle.

"Yours too, damn."

"Aren't you going home, it's getting late."

"I have to do inventory."

"Ow yea."

I say a bit sad that he had to stay late.

"See you tomorrow then, g'night."

"You too."

I say as I walk through the doors into the outside world.

——

"So yea, he's a really nice bloke, has the perfect shade of e/c in his eyes that you can get lost in. Voice that sounds like a siren luring a sailor into its clutches. He's just perfect in every way you look at him. And I always knew I had a kind of attraction to men, and this just confirms it. That fact that I am actually talking about him like some kind of God."

I say to the man posing as a golden statue as I take a bite of my vegan burrito looking at him.

A few seconds later I heard a voice call my name, a voice I longed to hear when I left the museum.

"Steven? What are you doing here? You look like a lonely weirdo talking to a man posing as a statue."

Y/n says as he comes closer and takes a seat beside me.

"H-he's just a great listener is all. Never really talks much but he says a lot."

"Okay? So, what are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be home by now?"

"J-just had some erands to do. H-how about you? What brings you here?"

"Nothing really, just decided to take a stroll around the area, got a bit bored back at home."

——

'Poor thing, he must be pretty lonely to talk to a living statue.'

I thought to myself, as I beging to zone out.

'Marc using the body at night not letting it rest, is really affecting Steven, huh. Always sleepy, always tired no wonder he fell asleep on that stranger in the bus.'

I was pulled out from my thoughts with Steven saying his farewell.

"Well, I'm gonna go now, it's getting pretty late, have a goodnight you lot."

He says with a small smile, leaving a burrito in the man's hat.

"He's an odd fella isn't he?"

I say to the man beside that is beside me. And as expected, he made no sound nor did he move any limbs.

"What did I even expect?"

I say as I get up from my place on the bench and start walking home. While thinking of ways I can get that parrot to show.

——

Waking up, in a grassy arra was not what I expected. I immidiately register the pain on my jaw, now feeling that it is displaced. Quickly fixing the issue, I look infront of me to see a village.

"Oh no no."

"Great, the worm is back."

"What?"

"Give the body back to Marc."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Surrender the body."

"Where are you?"

I look around trying to find the source of the voice. Only to see a house behind me with a man looking out the window. Giving him a wave he waves back until a man appeared beside him and told him something, then all of a sudden they started shooting at me. I run towards the village.

Arriving at the village, I see people that look like the ones who were chasing me, I pull up my hoodie as I see people walking to where I assume is the center of the village and follow them.

Moments later, they formed a sort of a passage way. Seeing a man dressed in what looked like a red a long sleeved button up shirt that has been buttoned all the way to the neck, and a pair of red slacks to go with the outfit. And a cane that seems like it has crocodile heads as a design for the head.

'Well, someone likes the colour red.'

I thought to myself as I try to get out of the group of people now bundling up. I try to find an exit but it doesn't seem possible with the 4 armed men behind me.

After he does his whole speech.

"Who wants to go first?"

"I do, Harrow."

An old woman says as she walks up to Harrow.

"Please, call me arthur. Do you accept the outcome of the scales no matter what it is?"

"Yes."

He takes the old woman's hands. Put them together with the cane between the forearms. He gave the cane a slight push foward maming it go back and forth. Walking closer to the front to get a better view, I see a scale tattoo on his right forearm with two heads of a crocodile. The scales start to move left and right for a few seconds before settling on the left side and turning red.

"I'm sorry."

"B-but I've been good my whole life."

"I believe you, but the scales are never wrong. The world will be spqred from the evil you will do."

Harrow says, letting go of the woman's hands as she falls back, looking like an empty husk.

One of the armed men walks to Harrow, whispering something to him. All of a sudden Harrow says a word, and everyone kneeled. Except me.

"Bollocks."

"Marc Spector, a Mercenary."

"You have this all wrong, I-I'm Sreven Grant, I work at a gift shop, I'm a gift shopist, in London, Lon don."

I say, saying London a second time but slower.

"Yes, Steven Grant of the Giftshop, why don't you come here."

He says as I walk towars him slowly and caustiously.

"I need you, to give me the scarab."

He says as I get close enough.

"W-what scarab? I don't have anythi-"

I say feeling myself for something until I feel a hard object in my pocket, pulling the object out I see that it is a scarab.

"Give it to me, you have no idea what it does."

"Marc, if he gets the scarab I will kill you both."

The voice from earlier said as I was about to give the scarab, suddenly my hand closed up and I can't open it.

"Don't make this hard."

Harrow says now with an annoyed look. I keep trying to open my hand now using my other hand to open it up and succeeding.

"Take it, take it."

As he was about to take it, my hand suddenly pull back and went behind me.

——

'Marc, you're really making a fool of yourself.'

I thought to myself as I was watching from a roof. A bit entertained by Steven's efforts at trying to gibe the scarab. As he turned around to try and give the scarab that way, he suddenly started walking away.

As Steven was getting sorrounded I put on my mask, and ran to Steven. He sees me and start to panic until I kill everyone that was sorrounding him, as he was about to thank me. I snatched the scarab and disappeared without a trace, almost like I wasn't there at all.

——

"Marc, you better get that scarab back, that man seems to be a third party."

The voice says again, and I look at Harrow to see if he had anything to do with it. Only to see his face annoyed.

"H-he wasn't one of your m-men, was he?"

I ask him.

"Far from it."

I ran away after that, and surprisingly no one followed. I made it out of the village until I suddenly saw black and woke up in my bed, the restraint still on. I let out a breathy laugh, doing my usualy thing in the morning. As I was sat on a chair infront of the T.V eating cereal, I looked at gus and greet him.

I look back at the T.V again, and did a double take on gus, walking closer to him, I notice he now has 2 fins. I begin to clean up and dress up and seeing as I was in a hurry I decides to put "Gus" in a blender and made my way to the fish store where I first got Gus.

"He now has two fin."

"Listen like I told you before, all of them have two fins, find a store that sells disabled fish."

"I wasn't here yester-"

I was cut off when I heard the door open, turning around. I see y/n wearing a sweater that was a size too big for him.

"Ow, hey Steven, wasn't expecting to bump into you here."

"I-i wasn't expecting to be here a-as well."

——

"Where have you been the past two days? You weren't at work."

I asked him, knowing full well where he was.

"W-what do you mean?"

'Ow yea, I forgot that Marc used the body for 2 days. He's getting sloppy.'

"It's sunday now, last time I saw you was on thursday."

"W-what? N-no, that can't b-"

His voice faded out as he looked at the clock with a puzzled look.

"I-is that clock broken?"

"No, it is actually 2pm? Why are you surprised?"

"B-but I-i just woke up."

He says, seemingly in disbelief.

"Why? Did you have something you needed to do?"

"If you lot are just gonna chit chat, better find somewhere else, you're cramping up the place."

The woman at the counter says with an annoyed tone.

"So sorry, madam."

She rolled her eyes as I apologized.

"Let's go somewhere else, my flat is-"

"I live close by."

He says a bit too hasty.

'He really is bad at hiding stuff.'

"O-okay then, let's go to your flat then."

We left the fish store and walked to his flat making small talk, with him opening up a bit about the weird stuff his body apparently does.

As we arribed at his place, he fumbled with the key a bit, struggling.

"Can you hold gus for a moment, love?"

"S-sure."

Hearing that nickname made me disgusted. As he opened the door, we walked through and I immidiately notice his bed. Sand sorrounding the bed, an ankle restraint cuffed to a pole beside the foot of his bed.

He notices me staring at his bed.

"D-don't mind that, i-it's not what it looks like. It's just my body walks around and stuff at night, like I told you earlier on our way here."

"Ow."

"You probably think it's weird or creepy. You can leave if you want, o-on if you want to of course. I don't ha e anything prepared here so, maybe we can order something to eat or we can just hangout and maybe watch some T.V or maybe just-"

He stops his rumbling turning to me looking at the little aquarium where he out Gus in when we walked in.

"I-i'm sorry for rumbling, i-it's just habbits ya kna?"

He says a bit nervous, his voice had a tinge of uncertainty.

"All good, it's cute when you keep talking."

I smile turning to him with a big grin on my face, studying his facial exptession.

'Just as I thought, I have you wrapped around my finger.'

"Marc, he knows something about thr scarab, you better find out what."

I hear a voice say with an annoyed tone and by the looks of it, so did Steven.

'Khonshu, always the short tempered one.'

"D-do you wanna order something to eat?"

"Hmmm, pizza sounds nice."

"O-okay, what kind would you like?"

"Dealer's choice."

"One pineapple peperoni then."

He says in a whisper.

"You like pineapple on pizza??"

I asked in schock, I may know a lot of things, but this one. This one is new.

"Y-yea, i-is something wrong?"

"Why do you like pineapple on pizza?"

"I-it tastes good?"

"Nah uh, I'll be taking a ham and cheese."

"O-okay, one ham and cheese and one peperoni with pineapple."

He says as he dials the local pizzaria.

"I'm surprised you like pineapple on pizza."

"They're good, whst do you want me to say?"

"They don't."

"You just don't have taste."

"Says the guy who likes pineapple on pizza."

After our little argument, that left us both with temper. We decided to just huddle up in the couch and watch T.V.

A few moments pass by, I was leaning on Steven without realizing it, my head on his shoulder awfully snug. Then the doorbell rings.

"I-i'll get it."

He gets up in a hurry, making my head fall to where he was sitting a moment ago. Feeling a bit disgruntled, I decide to just stay laying down.

"Y/n, pizza is here. Eat it while it's still hot."

I get up from the couch with an annoyed groan. I make my way to the kitchen, where I see Steven eating his disgusting pineapple on pizza. He notices me staring at him eating the pizza with a look of disgust on my face.

"Just eat your pizza and let me enjoy mine."

He says taking his box and downing the pizza he was holding. I roll my eyes at him as he walks back to the couch with a glass of water and his pizza box, also taking a glass and filling it with water, I take my box and waled to the couch and sat down beside him. A bit cramped seeing as the couch was a bit too small. Putting the glass of water and pizza on the table, that can surprisingly fit 2 glasses of water and 2 pizza boxes.

"It's getting pretty late. You mind if I maybe, stay the night?"

I ask him a bit shy, he froze up after hearing my words. Seemingly in a trance.

"Ah s-sure, you can take the bed I'll take the couch."

He says as he finishes his pizza surprisingly fast.

"N-no I'll take the couch, you take the bed."

"You're the gue-"

"We'll both take the bed, we can probably just turn our back on each other."

I cut him off. While finishes the last slice of my pizza.

"Uhm, ah s-sure. I-i guess we can do that."

Throwing our pizza boxes away, and downing our water Steven washes the glasses, while I get settled in bed, removing the jacket I had on. I see Steven say good night to Gus while putting a bit of fish food in his tank.

He turns to me, seeing me sitting on the bed with my back on the head board.

"Stop staring and just get over here, I'm tired."

After getting called out, he takes quick steps towards the bed, I beging to lay down. As he climbed under the blanket, I turned my back to him and turned off the lamp.

"G-goodnight?"

He says seemingly aking.

"Goodnight."

I say still looking ahead of me. After a few minutes, I heard light snores coming from Steven.

"I know you can hear me, Marc. You better act quick or something will happens to the scarab."

I say, with a light chuckle.

"Ow and, tell your bird I said hi."

—————————

Decided to not add the jakal fight scene, cause what's the point? Hope you enjoyed tho, sorry for the grammatical errors again. I don't have any beta readers that can prolly help me.

[lacontroller1991]

Bionic Exile: Chapter 10

Gif made by @edwardbaldwin

Series Master List

Personal Master List

Summary: You force Rick and Tak to take you on a date and it goes less than planned.

Coauthor: @yelenas-lova

Warnings: Language, Smut 18+, MINORS DNI, Oral Sex (female receiving), fondling, m/f/m, polyamorous relationship, threesome, smoking, vomiting

Word Count: 3.4k

You bounce up and down on the heels of your feet, barely contained excitement coursing through you. Your boys stand behind you, Rick with hands in the pockets of his jeans and Takeshi with his stuffed into his jacket, neither really wanting to be there, but after your consistent demanding that THEY take you out on a date, both had finally caved. Screams of joy and horror sound all around Tak as the smell of fried food invades his nostrils. Looking around the place, he notes the children running in circles around their tired parents as they and gaggles of half interested teens wait in the long lines for brightly colored rides that don’t seem the safest in the world. 

“People actually pay for this shit?” He muses to no one in particular as the line to get in slightly shuffles forward. Neither Rick nor you look at him.

“Yep. It’s fucking stupid is what it is,” Rick replies, scrolling through emails as you roll your eyes and punch both men on their shoulders.

“Guys…. This is supposed to be a date! DATE. I’m not telling you to have fun, but at least act like it for my sake, please?”

“Darlin’, we’ve been standing in this line for an hour just to get in. I highly doubt it’s worth it. We could go somewhere else,” Rick suggests and Tak thinks it over, one hand subconsciously reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette, taking a deep inhale after he lights it. 

“No, I want to stay here. Can we please?” You beg, looking between the two men who glance to each other before both sign and shrug their broad shoulders.

“Fine.” “Sure.” It’s not like either could ever say no when you beg so sweetly.

Tak watches in amusement as kid after kid and even adults fail to shoot down brightly colored rows of ducks while he waits for you and Rick to get off the ride. After deciding that he, Rick and you obviously couldn’t sit all together in the little seats, Rick and Tak had agreed that they would each ride the rides with you separately so you could still get one on one time with each of them, and you were more than happy with the arrangement. Speaking of you.

“Hey, what are you staring at?” You ask with your dazzling smile that knocks Tak back a peg as you wipe your wind swept hair out of your face while Rick walks up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“What are those people doing?” Rick and you look over to where Tak is motioning before looking at each other with a knowing smile.

“Rigged games. Vendors have these games that they set out and people play them thinking they can win not knowing that they’re designed to make it nearly impossible,” you explain, gesturing to the backpack Tak carries, “can I see it?” Slinging the backpack off of his shoulder, he hands the pink bag to you as you hastily dig in for a bottle of water, drowning the contents before handing it back. “I’ve always wanted one of those big bears but I never could get it. They look so fluffy.”

“Let’s get one then,” Tak muses as Rick scoffs.

“Look, if I can barely do it, then you most certainly can’t,” he comments, gaining Tak’s attention while your eyes scan between the two.

“What makes you think I can’t?” Tak tests as you decide to step in.

“Look, they’re literally set up to make you fail. It’s not uncommon for even the most skilled of people to fail,” your attempt to both soothe Rick’s ego and to talk Tak out of it doesn’t go unnoticed by either man. 

“Let me give it a go. I’ll get you that teddy bear,” Tak comments as Rick shrugs, handing him a $5 bill and gestures to the stand.

“Knock ‘em dead,” Rick comments, you and him follow Tak’s broad frame as he walks up to the stand.

“Step right up! Think you have what it takes to win a prize?” The guy asks as Tak shoves him the money.

“What are the rules,” you turn into Rick’s shoulder, giggling at the intimidation radiating off of the man who stands a whole half foot shorter than the Envoy.

“Shoot all 10 down and win the grand prize, prizes go down from there,” he instructs, handing Tak the small bb gun, or really a regular size bb gun that just looks insanely small in his hands. Shrugging his shoulders, he holds up the gun and nods to the operator. Running the machine, the operator, you and Rick watch in amazement - or jealousy in Rick’s case -  as Tak easily guns down 10 of the ducks.

“There you have it folks! We got a winner!” The man announces as people clap at Tak while you slip from Rick’s arms and jump onto Tak’s back, kissing his cheek.

“Great job, babe,” you whisper against his ear as he smirks, hands extending to take the bear from the man as you slip off his back.

“And for you, madame. One fluffy bear,” he feigns mannerisms, bowing down lowly with an arm extended out as you gasp, clutching onto the bear’s soft brown fur.

“Why thank you, kind sir. Such a gentleman,” you reply with a faux British accent, both of you oblivious to Rick’s silent raging.

“Screw this,” he mutters under his breath, pulling another $5 out of his pocket and slamming it on the counter, grabbing the gun and nodding to the man who runs the belt. Going into military mode, Rick focuses on the row of ducks and shoots them down one by one until the trigger clicks, telling him it was empty.

“Another winner!” The man hands Rick a white bear before turning his attention to you. “You are very lucky, ma’am,” he comments as Rick passes you the bear with a smirk plastered on his face. 

“I know I am.”

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You trudge along with an armful of multi-colored animals that the two men collected for you over the past hour. What was once fun had long turned into a grueling testament to toxic masculinity.

“Hey Kovacs, bet you couldn’t win in an eating competition,” Rick comments, eyeing the contestants who were struggling to keep the food down.

“Let’s just go home,” you whine, arms aching from supporting all the animals.

“Come on, sweetheart, one last game?” Rick asks as Tak nods in agreement.

“It was your ideal to come here,” he reminds you and you scowl. Yes, it was your ideal to come here. No, you did not plan to sit on the sideline as they swapped dick measurements. 

“Fine, whatever,” you reply with exasperation in your voice, neither Tak or Rick noticing, too wrapped up in the competition before they walk up to the stage where new contestants waited for a spot. Taking a seat amongst the crowd, you watch as Tak and Rick take a seat next to each other on the stage with the other contestants.

“Alright, for those of you still here, you know the rules, for those of you who just joined us, they read; whoever finishes all 50 hot dogs first, wins. To win, you must have eaten all of the dog and all of the bun. You are allowed to use condiments and you are allowed to drink water. To be deemed the winner, you must have swallowed every last bit with none left in your mouth. You have 20 minutes. On your mark.” Rick eyes Tak. “Get set.” Tak winks back at Rick, flicking up a middle finger. ”Go,” the announcer shouts through the mic as the clock starts ticking down. Everyone on the stage starts shoving the food in their mouth, chewing as fast as they could while an arm nudges you. Looking over, you see a girl around your age staring back. 

“Are those two twins?” She asks as you chuckle, situating the bears on your lap as best you can. Despite Tak and Rick both winning all of the carnival games there and henceforth winning you all of the animals, you only kept the two bears, passing the rest down to the children who pouted for losing against two highly trained soldiers. 

“Something like that,” you mention with a fake smile, not really wanting to entertain the woman. 

“Which one are you dating? The one on the left is so hot. If you’re not dating him, I’d fuck him for sure,” her comments about Tak have your fists curling around the soft fur of the stuffed animals.

“They’re both taken,” you sneer at her as she recoils, both of you turning your attention back to the stage and you can’t help but feel a tad bit of guilt for snapping. I mean, she is right. 

“Ha! I won!” Rick shouts victoriously, standing up from his chair with his arms raised toward the sky as Tak slams the last remaining bit of hot dog onto the plate and points a finger at Rick. 

“Fuck you man,” he shouts with his mouth full as the announcer walks over to Rick. 

“And there you have it folks. Our winner.” Rick puffs his chest out as the announcer hands him a small trophy and a handshake before leaving Tak and Rick. 

“How the fuck do you eat that fast?”

“Military. Didn’t have a lot of time to-” Rick is cut off by the sudden urge to vomit. Leaning over the edge, the contents spill out of his stomach and onto the pavement as Tak smirks. 

“You were sa-,” Tak is quick to follow suit, half chewed hotdogs spilling out of his mouth. As the two men continue to throw their stomachs up, the lady turns to you with a look of disgust on her face.

“You can have them.” Embarrassment floods to your face as you look down to the ground. I just wanted one fucking date, and they had to be assholes and ruin it. Grabbing a hold of Tak’s backpack, you take Rick’s car keys and start making your way to his truck, not bothering to grab the two bears. They’re big boys. They can find a way home. 

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“Where the hell is she?” Rick asks impatiently, looking around the rest of the crowd as Tak’s eyes catch a hold of the two bears. Tapping Rick on the shoulder, he points to where you were sitting moments ago. 

“Those are her bears,” Tak comments as he and Rick walk over to your seat. Picking up a piece of paper, Tak turns it over and reads the writing, “‘find a ride home.’ The hell got her in a pissy mood?” 

“I don’t know, but we’ll find out,” Rick places his hands on his hips for a moment before grabbing the bears. “Let’s go.”

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Your feet shuffle to the front door at the continuous pounding. Swinging the door open, you allow no emotion to grace your face upon seeing the two large, broad men carrying stuffed teddy bears.

“Why did you leave us?” Rick asks, gently pushing past you and into the living room, setting his bear down on the couch as Tak shuts the door.

“Because you guys were being embarrassing. Honestly I was appalled by both of your behaviors,” you scold as Rick and Tak lock eyes. 

“How the fuck were we embarassing?”

“Oh I don’t know,” you start, pinching the bridge of your nose, “how about the fact that you hogged all of the fucking games and tried to out do each other every time. Or how about the fact that you guys weren’t letting kids play those stupid games. Or how about the fact that you guys were shoving hotdogs down your faces and then proceeded to throw up everywhere. I mean honestly. And that’s not even the worst of it!” You shout out in exasperation, arms flailing in the air as Tak and Rick listen to your scolding.

“What’s the worst?” Tak asks, leaning against the counter while Rick places his hands on his hips. 

“The worst is that it was supposed to be a fun evening. The three of us. But no, with your fucking dick measuring contest, you guys completely left me out and ignored me. FYI they’re the fucking same.”

“Oh really?” Rick asks, prowling toward you and convincing Takeshi to follow with nothing more than a pointed look. 

“Yes. You guys have the same fucking dick. Happy?”

“Wanna test that out?” Tak questions from behind you, one hand slipping underneath your shirt.

“I don’t know if we should, Kovacs. She’s being a little brat. Brats don’t get awarded,” Rick muses, arousal beginning to pool in your stomach, though not enough to make you forget about your justifiable anger. 

“Screw you guys. Leave me alone.” There’s less fire behind your words than you’d like, but it’s there none-the-less.

“Alright. Alright You’ve got a point, darling. We got a bit too competitive and wound up neglecting you. We’re sorry. Aren’t we, Tak?” Rick acknowledges, remorse clear in his tone.

“We really are, princess. We’ll try not to let our competing hurt you in the future. Promise.” 

A guilt starts to build in your gut in response to their apologies. Staring down at the ground to avoid their eyes you whisper, “I’m sorry I left you there instead of just telling you what was wrong.”

“We know, sweetheart. Now will you be a good girl for us and let us make it up to you?”

“What if I don’t want to?” A teasing lilt returns to your voice.

“Then we’ll make you,” Tak growls from behind, easily picking you up and following Rick to your bedroom. Tossing you down on the bed, Rick and Tak stand at the edge and look you over, smirking at each other while formulating a plan.

“How are we going to do this?” Rick asks as Tak tilts his head to the side, ripping off his button down.

“We could take turns. I can take her from the back and you from the front, then swap,” Tak suggests while Rick toes off his shoes. 

“Do you even think she can take both of us?” Tak chuckles as both men notice you rub your legs together. 

“Yeah, she can. We’ll have to stretch her though.” Rick nods at the other man, disposing of the rest of his clothes and crawls into bed behind you, his lips attaching to your neck as his hands move to the hem of your shirt. Meanwhile, Tak crawls in front of you and unbuttons your pants, shimmying them down your legs while placing an open mouth kiss on your clothed cunt causing you to moan. The men have seemed mostly incapable of working together up to this point, but when it comes to getting you bare in front of them, they move in harmony.

“Darlin’, if anything doesn’t feel good, let us know. Okay?”  Rick’s breath fans across your ear and neck as he speaks, causing goosebumps to rise there.

“Okay,” your breath is shaky and Tak smirks, looping his hands underneath the waistband of your panties while Rick expertly unclasps your bra. 

“Is this okay?” Tak asks suddenly, ignoring his own arousal as he stills his movement, waiting for your permission.

“Yeah, please, please keep going,” Rick smirks against your neck, his own hands grasping onto your breasts and kneading the flesh underneath his palm. “God, that feels good, Rick.” Tak slightly frowns before dipping his head between your legs and licking a strip between your folds. “Fuck, Tak.” You moan out, feeling Tak grin against your folds, his arms wrapping around your legs to hold you against his face while his blunt fingernails dig into the supple flesh of your thigh, no doubt leaving marks in his wake.

Seeing the Envoy enjoying himself, Rick can’t help but get a little jealous. He supposes he’s going to have to get used to it, but something about seeing his look alike down between your thighs where he should be irks him more than he cares to admit.

Seeming to feel Rick’s silent musings, one of your hands reaches around and grabs hold of his member and begins to stroke it lightly causing Rick to groan, not really expecting that. “Just relax, Ricky.” Rick hesitantly nods, closing his eyes and letting his lips wrap around the bud of your nipple while one of his hands tweaks the other. Focusing on the way your chest raises into his mouth and the way your hand mindlessly pumps him, he groans around your areola, causing you to gasp against the shell of his ear. 

Meanwhile, Tak watches the whole interaction, his observant eyes falling to the way Rick’s tongue languidly laps at your nipple. Deciding to give Rick’s method a try, Tak shuts his eyes and just lets himself feel. He feels the way your velvety walls lightly spasm on his tongue. He feels the way your tuft of hair tingles his nose. He feels the warmth of your inner thighs that rest against his ears. Lightly moaning against your sex, Tak feels the way you squeeze your thighs against his head. “Oh fuck, Tak, just like that.” Upon the confirmation, Tak’s tongue tightens its strokes, hitting that small spot over and over again. “Shit,” you pant above him, your face breaking away from Rick’s neck where you left a big welt and staring down at the Envoy between your legs. 

With one hand still pumping Rick, you interlock your other hand in Tak’s soft hair, holding him down against you as you rut up into him, Tak not minding one bit. “Shit, I’m close.” Rick’s eyes snap open at your proclamation. Looking down, he watches with a strange erotica the way your hips rock against Tak’s face, desperately trying to bring about your orgasm. Shifting back, Rick’s hand moves the hair away from your neck as he peppers wet, open mouthed kisses along your jaw. “Tak makin’ you feel good, darlin’?” His breath is hot and heavy on the shell of your ear as he gently tugs the cartilage between his teeth.

“Uh huh, so good,” you mumble, throwing your head back against Rick’s shoulder, giving him better access to your neck.

“Why don’t you do him a favor and cum on his tongue. Cum on his tongue so he can eat up all of your sweet juices. Be a good girl for Colonel and cum on his tongue,” Rick lightly tweaks your nipple and that’s all it takes for you to topple over the edge and onto Tak’s tongue, who greedily laps you up, holding you tight to his face and not allowing you to resist his assault on your clit. 

Coaxing you through your orgasm, Tak’s thumbs mindlessly rub into your thighs as your breathing begins to calm down. Once he’s positive you’re down from your high, he sits back on his knees and looks down at your swollen cunt. “That is truly the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”

Rick peers his head around yours and looks down between your legs, all puffy and glistening from Tak’s tongue, his arousal painfully hard now, and so is Tak’s. “Shit, that is.” He presses a chaste kiss to your temple before scooting out from behind you, allowing you to lay back on the bed. “Wonder how that’s gonna feel around us.” 

Tak gives Rick a crooked grin. “Why don’t we find out?” You gulp thickly, still trying to recover from your orgasm as your legs clench together, your walls pulsating around nothing as you try to picture both of them taking you. Seeming to read your mind, Tak gently takes your jaw in his hand and rubs his thumb along the sharp line. “Don’t worry, princess, we’ll make it as painless as possible.”

“It’s not the pain I’m worrying about,” you admit as Rick grabs ahold of his member and strokes himself a couple of times as he repositions himself behind you. 

“Did you hear that Kovacs? I think she wants this. Do you want us, darlin’?” Your head cranes back and out of Tak’s grasp as you face Rick. 

“More than anything,” Tak snorts as his fingers tap underneath your chin, silently telling you to open. You comply easily, drool already pooling in your mouth at the sight of his leaking cock. 

“Alright princess, we won’t hold back.” Rick slips in you easily with a low grunt as you clench around him, your hand reaching up and grabbing ahold of Tak’s cock.

“I wouldn’t expect otherwise.”

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[tllgrrl]

Hallelujah

by Nefertiri Jones aka @tllgrrl

(Moodboard and prompt by @idontgettechnology)

Chapter 4: Vamp ‘Til Ready

Summary: Both of them are busy at their tasks, but not so busy that they don’t steal glances at each other when one isn’t looking.

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Sarah briskly walks up to the entrance of the bar just in time to see Carlos—family friend and employee of the Lighthouse since her father opened the place way Back in The Day—washing the windows and talking to a man about her age who looks to be unloading a delivery from a truck parked near the entrance of the bar’s service alley.

This man was lifting a couple of kegs of beer…like they each weighed no more than a toddler.

He and Carlos (aka “Mr. C” to just about everybody) are engaged in a friendly argument when he looks over, sees her, and completely stops talking.

The elderly gentleman looks over at who he sees, shakes his head and smiles, then continues to wash the windows and opine about all things baseball.

“…it’s a different ball game these days, son! A whole new…”

If she hadn’t been in such a hurry she maybe would have slowed down a little to get a better look…

(He’s actually…kind of—stop it! Things to do. Keep walking!)

…but she had to do a quick inventory, then grab the licensing paperwork and get downtown before the line got ridiculous, which would throw her off schedule and make her late to go pick up the kids from school.

Continuing into the building, she hurries past the bar, and into the office.

There’s the photo on the wall of Mama and Daddy in their younger days, and Mama’s desk in the same spot it’s been for as long as Sarah can remember.

She also sees, over in the corner on the floor, a large black backpack with a dark navy blue pea coat folded neatly on top of it.

Sam had mentioned that a friend from New York was helping with some renovations and upgrades, and had also gotten a Responsible Vendor—“RV”—Permit so he could step in and bar back when it got really busy.

Her brother described this friend as “Good People. Really great guy, but kind of…complicated.”

The minute her brother said that, she didn’t have to ask if this friend was also a fellow veteran.

(Who the Hell isn’t complicated these days?)

Keep reading on AO3…

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6