#soft as shiiiiiiiit

[nadja-antipaxos]

a most violent year (2014)

#a most violent year #oscar isaac #jessica chastain #soft as shiiiiiiiit #mine*gif #* #abel morales #anna morales #dailytvfilmgifs #usertvfilm #userstream #chewieblog #userbbelcher

[aliceindiamonds]

Motivation

Leon S Kennedy x Female Reader

Written because since I started playing the remake of RE4 I’ve had complete and utter brainrot. Why’d they have to make him so hot?! I’ve always been a Chris girl but shiiiiiiiit… I have literally never written smut before so feedback is super appreciated.

Set just after RE4. Leon is in an established but still fairly early days relationship with reader.

“Hey, are you still with me?” Leon asked, his smooth tenor breaking my reverie. His piercing blue eyes looked into mine, making me feel warm.

I looked up at him and scratched my chin, grounding myself back within the room. “Of course,” I mumbled, wiggling my mouse to bring my computer back to life. “I was just thinking.”

Across the room, he was pouring himself a Merlot into one of my grandmother’s old crystal glasses. “Thinking about..?” he prompted, running his tongue across his bottom teeth temptingly. I breathed deeply and watched as he took a long sip, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“It’s nothing,” I replied with a shake of my head. We were now a week on from Leon’s return. He told me very little of where he’d been or what he’d been doing, but I knew it was something very important and very dangerous. I had noticed, as he emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist one morning, that he was adorned with brand new scars, red and angry amongst the pinker, lighter ones. Now, as he leaned elegantly against my oak counters, he looked tired but inexplicably handsome, as always. “How are you feeling?”

“Feeling good, baby,” he answered, moving around the kitchen to where I sat at the island. “Just glad to be back.” His hand came to rest on my shoulder, and I could smell his aftershave: sandalwood and oud, and a sweet floral top note. Behind me, he looked at my computer screen with interest. “Still that essay?”

I groaned. “Don’t, I know.” This particular piece of work had been hanging over me since before he left for Spain. “I can’t bring myself to commit to it.”

“Would you like me to help motivate you?” He asked teasingly and pressed his lips to my cheek.

“I am unmotivatable,” I sighed, and I tilted my head as his lips kissed softly and slowly in a path towards my neck.

“I’m not sure, I think I might have a few ways…” His breath was hot against my skin, and his words went straight to my core.

Since his return, we hadn’t had any intimacy further than holding each other at night, in our pyjamas. Leon had only stayed two nights, and he was exhausted, and frankly seemed traumatised. When he had first arrived, I had bust out the full works- soft, blue lingerie I had bought specially, excited to feel him again- but he had looked at me with darkened, heavy eyes, and we had just gone to sleep. Then I had wanted to wait until it was on his terms.

“And what methods might you be suggesting, Mr Kennedy?” I breathed in anticipation. He set his glass of wine down on the counter before holding his hand out to me.

“I think you know.”

I took his strong, calloused hand and he all but pulled me to the bedroom. Closing the door behind us, he pushed me against the wall, leaning in to kiss me. His lips were soft, reddened by wine, and he tasted sweet. I moaned softly as he tangled one hand in my hair, the other massaging my bare shoulder gently. The feeling of his skin on mine sent heat coursing through my body, and I wanted him so badly. His hand slipped down, reaching for the bottom of my t-shirt, and I opened my eyes. “Hang on!” I burst out, and he looked at me in surprise.

“Is something wrong?” Leon asked, his blue eyes so sincere and gorgeous.

“Absolutely nothing,” I reassured him softly, caressing his face. “Just give me a minute, let me have a shower and change- I don’t feel very sexy-”

He raised an eyebrow. “But you look beautiful,” he protested, and I scoffed, stepping away from him. I pulled a face as I looked down at my leggings and faded tee. “You’re perfect, and I want you like this,” he murmured, pulling me backwards into him and pressing his sizeable erection into my rear. I melted instantly.

“Fine-” I grumbled, “-but only because I can’t resist.” He laughed good-naturedly, and the sound was music to my ears. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I said to the air, and he nibbled the tip of my ear as his hands crept under my t-shirt and found my bare chest- I never wore a bra around the house.

“No, you are,” he murmured, and his fingers cupped my breasts, pressing into the sensitive skin in a way that made me catch my breath. He ground into me from behind, and kissed my neck again, and I moaned, and he lost patience. “Take it off- you need to be naked right now.”

Hunger in his eyes, hunger that made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, he gripped the bottom of my t-shirt and whipped it over my head. Bare chested in front of him, I felt exposed, but he looked at me as though I were a painting. His fingers hooked into my underwear and leggings, pulling them off in one and leaving me naked. “Fuck…” he groaned, rubbing himself through his jeans.

Avoiding the feeling of flaming embarrassment that his unbridled want brought to my cheeks, I reached forward to relieve him of his fitted grey t-shirt, but he halted me. “Let me enjoy you, first,” he said, before leading me to the bed. “Lie back, baby,” he instructed, and I giggled as I did as I was told. “I thought about your cunt every day,” he said crassly, and my mouth fell open in surprise as he continued. “Came so fast thinking about it every time I-”

“Leon!” I gasped, interrupting his unabashed words.

“I know you like it when I talk like that, baby,” he chuckled, crawling on top of me fully clothed. His clothes felt harsh against my skin, in an exciting, striking way. “You’re filthy really.”

I laughed; he was a little bit right. His words clouded my head and made my core ache with need. Smiling, he peppered the top of my chest with kisses before running his tongue slowly down the valley between my breasts. I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut in want as his fingers danced from my calves to my upper thighs, tickling and grazing painstakingly.

Decisively, he grasped my breast and encapsulated one of my nipples within his warm, wet mouth, and I cried out his name in frustration, squeezing my legs together for any trace of friction where my cunt throbbed. With a lewd pop, he released my nipple and looked into my eyes teasingly, cruelly, “You want something, baby?”

“You’re driving me crazy,” I hissed, and he laughed again, throwing his head back. “Please, touch me,” I begged.

“Touch you where?”

“Leon,” I groaned, as he enjoyed his torture.

“Okay, alright,” he murmured, “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” His strong hands grasped my thighs and pushed my legs apart, and I whimpered. I could have died of shame as my pussy leaked wetness onto the sheets. “Oh, you’re soaked, baby girl,” he growled, teasing my wet entrance, where my skin and dark hair glistened. “Can’t wait to fuck you stupid…”

His finger slipped inside of me easily, and he explored slowly and agonisingly. I put my fist in my mouth to stop myself from screaming, wanting more desperately. A second finger joined the first, and he penetrated me deeply before toying lazily with my clit, making me feel like I was falling apart. The feeling of explosion built inside me, little by little, at his leisure, and I wanted to cry as he sped up his ministrations. I began to thrust involuntarily against his hand, and he pulled out with a tut. “Not so fast.”

“Leon,” I moaned at the loss of him, and felt my stomach twist in desperation as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting me. “Fucking hell…” I breathed, watching his tongue swirl and his lids close. His blonde hair was falling into his eyes, and he looked like sin.

Opening his eyes, he smiled like the devil, and then started to unbutton his shirt. Shy, I closed my legs, but he pushed them apart again. “Let me look at you, pretty girl,” he coaxed, and I whined in response. As his shirt fell from his shoulders, his chest and arms seemed broader and stronger than ever, and the muscles in his upper arms rippled. I exhaled, watching him like I’d watch an artist create their magnum opus.

“It’s not fair that you get to look like that,” I shook my head, feeling small.

Standing, he undid the top button on his jeans and unzipped, sliding them down his legs with his boxers. His cock sprang forth, dripping with precum, and my mouth fell open. “I’m all yours, baby,” he said, climbing on top of me.

Slow, sultry, he kissed me again, and I tasted myself on his pink lips. Moaning, I reached for his hard member, but he took my hands and pinned them above my head with one of his. “Ah, ah, ah- it’s me taking care of you today.”

“I want you,” I managed, his weight delicious on top of me.

His knees on the mattress, he found my cunt with his cock and lined himself up, making me bite my lip in anticipation. I wanted desperately to touch him, to run my fingers across his chest, but he kept my arms firmly restrained. “Can you keep your hands to yourself like a good girl?” He asked, a brazen grin on his face, and I nodded.

One hand gripping my waist, and my breast in the other, Leon slid inside me in one swift motion. Gasping, I spread my legs wider, accepting his throbbing length, and he panted obscenely, acclimatising to my tightness. “Fuck, fuck..” he chanted like a mantra as he adjusted, going still. “Are you ready?”

“Please, I want it so badly,” I implored him, and closing his heavily lidded eyes he gave me what I needed. Fucking me slowly into the mattress, he leaned over and kissed me, his tongue wet and hot in my mouth, making noises that made me keen.

Methodically, he built his pace, letting me get used to the size of him, until he weakened, “I’ve got to speed up, baby,” he groaned, lifting one of my legs up so that it rested on his shoulder, forcing him somehow deeper inside, making me moan.

And then he fucked me hard. His pace was cruel and relentless, and I cried out at the way he hammered my cunt, hitting me so deeply that it hurt so good. “Oh, oh, oh, Leon!” I sobbed, still pushing myself against him harder, relishing in his unfaltering rhythm. Breathing doggedly, he found my clit with his fingers, playing me like a violin. His chest glistened with sweat, rolling down his godlike, carved abs, and I was in ecstasy, building, building, “Leon, fuck, I’m, I’m so close-” his fingers brought me to a burning climax, and my cunt squeezed him, throbbing, gushing wetness.

“Fuck, yes, baby, yes-” He pounded me incredibly fast, losing any sense of rhythm, riding my orgasm into his own, and I felt him explode inside of me, coating my insides with his hot cum.

We both breathed in tandem, heavy and fast, and he looked at me intensely, enjoying the feeling of his high ebbing away into calm. “Fuck, I love you,” he panted, kissing the ankle that rested on his shoulder sweetly.

“I love you too,” I answered, smiling up at him, feeling sobered as my mind returned to some semblance of normality, from the streaks of red and gold and silver that had blurred my vision as he took me. “Can I touch you now, Mr Kennedy?”

“Please do,” he grinned, lowering my leg and pulling out of me, before coming to lie at my side. I lifted my arm and he snuggled up to me, resting his head on my breast. For a minute or two, he didn’t speak, and we were blissful and quiet. When he next spoke, there was a softness in his tone. “Hey, baby…”

”Yes, Leon?” I murmured, running my fingers up and down his arm.

”I just wanted to say, about when I got home, I’m sorry about not being up for, you know,” he apologised gently, and I shook my head.

”No apology needed-” I started.

”No, let me finish. I had a rough time with… work,” there was a tense pause in his words, and I waited for him to continue. “I didn’t feel myself-” his voice shook, and I fought the urge to swaddle him in my arms. “Look, I- I still kind of don’t. But I’m starting to feel safe again. You’re making me feel safe again.”

I nodded slowly. Although I didn’t know what he had been through, I could see that it had left him scarred more deeply than physically. My heart swelled at his words, and I felt privileged. “Thank you, for telling me that, Leon,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his head.

”Well, I don’t want you to think I didn’t want you. Especially when you were in that little blue number, all ready for me…”

Laughing, I said, “I’m sure it can make another appearance.”

I tangled my fingers in his sweaty, dark blonde hair, and we breathed slowly, enjoying each other’s closeness, and in the other room, my essay remained entirely unfinished.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon smut #not my gif #stdismas #vanilla #resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #come on ​he’s a one lady type of guy

[shdkfreukdjtshgvfiaurlajsdkddlrd]

way can't you be mine..y/n Part 3

you look through your closet not caring what you wear you put on a random outfit slipping on your drees and putting on your choker. after you are done you run downstairs and start making dinner you decide to make stir fry and butter chicken curry suddenly you hear a loud bang you look to see Corey on the floor face first COEY OH MY GOD you yell you run over to him sitting on the ground and placing his head on your thigh's you move his hair out of his face to see his face is completely red and his glasses have a slight crack. COREY WHAT HAPPEND ARE YOU OKAY DO YOU NEED ME TO CALL An AMBULANCE. you yell worried. he raises his hand to your chin and smiles and say's. you're so pretty Y/n~ you look down at him shocked with blush on your face. You then laugh as you look down at him . then way did you fall down you say. trying to hold back your laugh. because your beauty stunned me y/n. he replies as he looks at you. so you fell face first on the ground because you thought I Look'd pretty you say as you run your fingers through his hair . yes I did and It was worth it oh and I think the food is burning he replies as he Smiles's up at you. SHIT SHIT SHIIIIIIIIT! you yell as drop Coreys head as you get up and run in the kitchen hearing a faint ow from Corey. you look down at your phone at it was now 10:00. You soon setup the table putting some plates as well as fork's and knives. and some napkins then you put the food on the table. you then hear a loud bang at your door you go to the door and open the door to see chase at the door with lipstick stains on his face and some on his neck and the strong smell of Achol coming from him. hey y/n~ he says as he hiccup's. Hi chase. you say with annoyance laced in your voice he walk's past you shoving you into the wall and going to the table leaving a trail of mud going through the house. you then let out a sigh as you fallow after him. you then sit down as well you grab your food as he grabs his. you then both start eating silently suddenly he spits out his food on the ground while he looks at you with an angry face. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME Y/N!!. he yell's as he walks over to you and kick's you off your chair and drag's you by your hair tear's threating to spill out of your eyes. Corey help me please. you say in your head when suddenly you feel his grip let go of your hair and in the corner of your eye you see him fall to the ground. you Then get up and slowly walk over only to see a long cut on his neck and a stab wound on his chest as blood flows out. oh my god you yell as you back up and cover your mouth only for you to bump into something. you turn around only to see a guy in a scarecrow mask. standing behind you with a bloody knife in his hand. you then turn around and sprint to your door only for you to be tackled to the floor. they then take off the mask only for you to see Corey with a love sick gaze staring down at you with a smile. way...WAY COREY WAY DID YOU DO IT I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST GOING TO SCARE HIM. you yell as you look at him. do you know how Painful It was Y/n seeing you two together I HAD TOO DO IT BECUSE I NOW IF I DID Not. He would still come back and take you away from me I just wanted you to be mine not his he does not deserve you when I saw him do and say that stuff to you I could not take it knowing that the only person I ever loved was getting treated like that I'm sorry okay I just want you to be happy I'll leave you alone now he then goes to get up but you pull him back down and pull him in a tight hug. You did you really think I would hate you just because way would I not want to see you again Corey I LOVE YOU okay so don't go hurting yourself because of me. you reply as you run your hand's through his curly hair as you feel him hold you tighter and place soft kiss's on your neck as you feel him calm down in your grip. I love you too y/n I'll do anything to make you happy so please don't leave me .

#horror movies #halloween ends #corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #horror film #x reader

[delilah-dust]

Teen Titans Drabble #1

Just a short story to dump here while I get moving with the bigger things later. Feel free to ignore me for I am a poor petal.

Title: Screenshot

Characters: Kyd Wykkyd, See-More

Summary: Kyd Wykkyd really should’ve changed his password to keep that cyclops freak of a roommate from snooping through his messages.

TW: Swearing

Shiiiiiiiit.

Stuck in a massive floating eyeball Elliot looked down and hissed, the hairs on the back of his neck jolting upwards as if electrified while his forked tongue flickered angrily through pointed fangs. Below him See-More smirked waving Kyd’s cellphone tauntingly before shuffling through the rest of a now exposed camera roll.

“Oooh body shots!” The one eyed boy broke out in laughter, “Who you trying to impress with your scrawny pale ass?”

“Shut up!” Elliot snarled as he pounded on the inner walls with balled fists, “I might be pale, but my ass is THICC!”

Seymour rolled his eye as continue to scroll.

“Yeah sure, I don’t need two eyes to tell that when you bend over it’s like folding paper.”

Flushing darkly Kyd gave him the double bird, “Fuck you.”

“Only if you pay me.” See-More said with a sly smile.

(He found the messenger app.)

“Hell no.”

“Your lost then,” The cyclops muttered as he began checking each opened chat. Nothing there, just crime stuff, boring, boring, no, no, ew gross Mammoth’s selfie from Taco Bell’s bathroom crime scene, oh-wait? Yes!

Seymour’s eyebrow lifted as he grinned deviously. Turning to his trapped teammate he asked, “Who’s Joey?”

Elliot felt his blood run cold. Sweat began beading from under his cowl as he resumed slamming himself into the sphere.

“None of your fucking business! Now let me out!”

“Uh-uh. No way! Not until you tell me who this guy is and why you’re sending him kiss-y face emojis- HOLD UP! IS THAT A DIC-”

“NO! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!”

See-More practically scream laughing to the point of hyperventilation gasped heavily as he continued to blurt out what he saw.

“OH MY GOD YOU SENT HIM A PICTURE OF YOUR-”

The phone started vibrating and both boys went silent.

“NO HE’S CALLING AHHHHHH DON’T ANSWER!” Elliot swore as he kicked and struggled inside the eyeball, “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT MADE OUT OF? WHY THE EVER LOVING FUCK-NUGGETS CAN I NOT POOF OUT? I’M POOFING BUT NOT OUT? SEYMOUR STOP! DON’T ANSWER IT OR I SWEAR TO ALL THINGS HOLY I WILL LITERALLY BECOME YOUR OWN PERSONAL SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON! DID YOU HEAR ME? PUT THE PHONE DOWN!!!”

Wheezing so hard he was almost asphyxiating See-More clicked ‘Answer Call.’

“...You bitch.”

On the other end a soft voice echoed out, “I’m a what?”

Falling to his knees Seymour delved into breathless cackling just as the eyeball bubble burst freeing Kyd. Snatching the phone faster than Kid Flash hitting on Jinx the teen quickly mumbled, “Sorry babe, you ain’t a bitch but I’m bout to be murdering one soon. Call you back in twenty. Love you.”

“What? Murdering? Wait-”

Ending the call Elliot towered over See-More the shadows around him pooling at his feet.

“Time to die.”

#dela drabble #dela writes #teen titans drabble #kyd wykkyd #see-more #just two idiots #inspired by the descriptions of burntcactii's amazing writing #and their incrediable art #burntcactii is the GOAT #do people still say goat???? #imma use it anyway #teen titans jericho #Joseph Wilson

[coredrill]

all day. all goddamn day i have been envisioning the griduni heist situation as some dude getting on a flight, seeing that the inflight entertainment service has the movie, and then plugging a computer into the headrest in front of him and somehow getting into the firewalls or whatever like he's hackerman. and i know that it was probably an employee who leaked it or a screen recording, and i've just been envisioning that because i thought it was funny but like. I GET IT. I GET IT NOW. I TOO WOULD HACK AN AIRPLANE FOR THIS MOVIE.

anyways spoilers below the cut

OH MY GOD THERE IS SO MUCH FROM THIS MOVIE THAT I WANNA GIF. AS SOON AS THERE IS AN ACCESSIBLE HD VERSION. OH MY GOD IT LOOKED SO GOOD AND THERE WERE SO MANY FUN MOMENTS AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE IT IN NOT-360P RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

gif #1: yuuta gettin whacked by that volleyball LMAO

THE RETURN OF THE LGBT POSTER WE'RE SO BACK!!!

lmao i thought that one review was kidding and i was joking about the bisexual thing but i DO find it funny that right after the lgbt poster was shown (which WAS a flag in ssssg) rikka was like "take utsumi on your date instead". like that is very much not the point of anything just made me laugh!

antiiiiii <3333

AWW they wanna tell the story they're telling in the play so that everyone knows about akane :') that's really sweet

gif #2: utsumi wiping yuuta's memory LMAO

yuuta's faces of distress are so good in this, lil homie looks like he's seen some shit . which i suppose he has

SCREAMED when the neon genesis guys showed up!!!!!!!

ugh there are SO MANY fun animation callbacks and references ughhhhhhhhi cannot wait to gif the shit out of this

DYNAZENON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

DYNAREX WITH ALL THIS HUMAN………AND THE SOMETHING BEAM…………..IM GONNA CREY

GAUMAAAAAAAAAAA ALDGISJHA;OUS;NRZOIAN;ONER;FZLIRSFHK;GENOESLJKRNN.EKFD SQUEALING AND SCREAMING AND KICKING MY FEET ALSKJDSGLHFJKGLNFDKJEDNAWIFELURSGNILEURLNGSKEUJNFD

LMAOOOOOOOOO okay the fact that yuuta has cried like four times and i'm 25 minutes in. obsessed with this pathetic lil guy. they really said "we need to give him a personality" and then were like "but what if he was just a wet kitten" and i respect that. his body language too!!!

GAUMAS SHOES!? im watching this with my window open and laughing aloud and my neighbors must think i'm deranged LMFAO, this movie is so funny

okay so like. ive seen screenshots. and ssssg and ssssd are in the same style. but like. it looks so WEIRD to see the dyna crew on the screen at the same time as the gridman crew

gauma running to see them…………..being soft with yomo……….telling chise goldburns okay……..HE LOVEs THEM SO MUCH IM GONNA CRY

yume being absolutely 100000% chill. love her

obsessed

gif #3: the gauma and yomo headpats

oh that gauma n yomo convo. kill me the fuck now

oh my god the dyna crew coming to their school and causing chaos. they truly did learn from the best!

homie your ice creams are MELTING!!!!!!!!!!!

this movie is operating on a level of meta that the world can only begin to HOPE to understand

THE RECEIPT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ME WHEN I'M RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIIIIIIIIT THE KAI IKARASHI SEQUENCE THAT RULED TO HELL AND BACK

holy SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET THe battle at the halfway point that is the hypest shit i've seen in a LONG TIME i cANNOT WAIT UNTIL THIS IS AVAILABLE IN HD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also the explosion cloud getting chopped to pieces was SO FUNNY LMAO

obsessed w yomo getting a speedrun existential crisis and everyone around him just being like "happens to the best of us" anf then he gets over it

YOMOGI INSTANCE DOMINATION LETS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

the directions of the two times yuuta runs in this movie. thinkging thoughts.

yuuuuta pushing grindman back up stranding after the apology. awwwww

this is making ssssg even better in retrospect imo. like the way they love akane so much STILL and the whole yuuta being a operson thign

now tell me why i started crying when akane showed up. !!!

yeah okay now that ive seen it i really DO love her involvement here. i know its bc fanservice but i think it's also really poetic? like. to return to a place you were once forced into at your lowest because someone else is there and needs your help. to have the mental strength to do that and then leave once again and be alright. jesus

GRIDMAN GLOWY EFFECTS WOW I LOVE

WHEN IMPERFECT KICKED IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND WE GOT GROWN KNIGHT AND SECOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THE DYNA CREW BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHI I SCREAMED

ohhhhhhhhhh my god i've listened to universe a hundred million times but hearing it in context. euphoric

also i know which scene amemiya got all his lagann-hen friends to work on LMAO

was not prepared for akane and knight's conversation to hit me as hard as it did. "you gave me life and because i'm alive i've seen so many things" now THATS the hardest ive cried in the whole movie

rikka and akane stuff was VERY good too

OKAY HARDEST I CRIED NUNTIL GAUMA LEFT

ayyyye the dunmeshi preview!!

OVERALL THOUGHTS. holy shit i loved it 10/10 in every way. i laughed i cried i cheered i understood NONE of the universe explanations and that is exactly the way it should be. absolutely LOVED the whole "gridman doesn't belong to any one person; if you take something from him that means something to you that's cool" message. glad i read the spoilers bc otherwise i would've hoped for more of yume n chise n koyomi so i'm glad i knew what to expect going in. i need this to release NOW so that it can be in HD good lord. crunchyroll i am in your walls i need this to show in a theater. what a masterpiece!!!!!!

#AND THE 2023 OSCAR AWARD FOR BEST ANIMATED FEATURE GOES TO..........................GRIDUNI!!!!!!!!! #good lord that was such an amazing time. thank you trigger ily #a: gridman universe #t.txt

[existslikepristin]

Activated My Trap Card

This one is VERY old. Even from before What A Bummer.

Tags: TheLounge?, CLC, Seungyeon, Yeeun, Eunbin, male reader insert, scary ladies, the most uncomfortable threesome with an audience of one, vote story

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You stand in front of the door to Cube Entertainment's offices. You got a strange call a few days ago telling you to come to this address in order to "make a lot of money." You were worried that it might be something illegal, or a scam, but after you looked the address up you got a little excited.

And it seems like you were right to be! After a minute or two, the door opens and you see Seungyeon standing there, looking straight into your eyes. She's wearing a super low cut black tank top, a pair of jean shorts that look like they've been cut extra high for optimal showing off, and the most basic pair of black flip flops ever. She doesn't look surprised to see you.

"Yeah, there you are," she says in her deep, beautiful voice, putting her hands on her hips, "I knew you would be perfect. Come on in. I've got a job for you."

She stands aside to let you through the doorway and closes the door behind you.

Unsure of where to go, you wait for her to make the next move. She does exactly that, walking past you and letting her hand graze past your thigh on the way. That had to be an accident right?

With her back turned to you, you look down and she that her tank top is mostly backless, and her shorts reveal about half of her butt cheeks. There is so much skin on display to you right now. You make an effort not to look, but it's damn hard.

You're about to take another look when Seungyeon spins around gives you a deadly look in the eye. "So tell me... who's your CLC bias?"

Holy shit, why is she putting you on the spot all of a sudden?! She looks like she wants an answer, and fast! This really was a trap! Fuck!

Options: 1. (Picked:) Seungyeon 2. Seunghee 3. Yujin 4. Sorn 5. Yeeun 6. Elkie 7. Eunbin

~~~~~

"Y-y..." you stutter, trying to think about how fast you can turn around and open the door to run.

"Yeeun?" Seungyeon takes a step toward you. She's very, very close.

You stumble back and bump up against the door. Seungyeon follows.

"Y-you," you manage to say.

A mischievous half grin grows on her face. "Yu...jin?" She punctuates the "jin" part by pressing herself up against you. You're still nervous, but you suddenly think you know what this is about (that isn't some shit like assassinating you). She's soft but firm, like you can definitely feel the dancer muscles under her tender skin. Except for her tits, pressed against your ribs. Those are totally soft, other than two tiny points of hardness.

"Nah... you."

You feel Seungyeon's body shiver from top to bottom, and she slides one of her legs up yours, trapping you against the door just a little more. Her hands are suddenly on your shoulders.

"That's what I was hoping. I saw you a while ago. You didn't see me, but I saw a picture of me on your phone," She squeezes your shoulders a little, like she's getting needy, "Do you touch yourself when you see me?"

You gulp. You're really not sure if telling the truth about that will help your case here.

Then it's your turn to shiver, as Seungyeon licks your neck, then buries her face in it. "Tell me which one of my holes you fantasize about being inside the most."

Well, what do you say?

Options: 1. (Picked:) "I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me." 2. "Do you think your throat can take all of me?" 3. "Spread your ass and I'll show you." 4. "Hole? But what about your tits?"

~~~~~

"I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me."

...

Holy shit, you've never seen clothes come off a person so fast. You barely catch a glimpse of Seungyeon's nipples before they're smashed against your chest again.

"Well I want to wrap my pussy around your cock," she says, already lowering your pants, "Help me make that happen, okay?"

You're not sure how you're supposed to help, since you're pinned between the door and her paralyzing, hot body. You feel your pants dropping to the floor, taking your underwear with them. Your dick springs up and slaps Seungyeon's pussy. Of course you're already hard.

Seungyeon isn't waiting for anything. She lifts herself onto her toes, and your dick gets just enough room to be able point fully up. Your tip rests somewhere in her folds. She reaches around her back and you feel her fingers adjust you very slightly, and suddenly you feel your entire dick being engulfed by her as she drops back down.

She groans. Loud. You're very aware all of a sudden that you're having sex in the front hallway of an entertainment company's office and look around. Seungyeon grabs your chin and forces you to look into her eyes though. You see stars dancing around them, but that's probably because you're feeling light headed from the pleasure being forced onto you right now.

The look she gives you is... intense. The whole time she's moving her body just right to keep your dick inside her, despite the fact that she's so soaking wet and slippery and at such an awkward angle. She manages it well though.

"Do you like this? Hm?" She asks. You open your mouth to answer but all you get out is a moan as she squeezes your dick with her pussy. Against your stomach, you feel her abs working to make that happen. What a fucking talent!

She smiles and pulls your head down to her open mouth. You open yours too and it gets assaulted by her tongue, dancing just as wildly as her body does.

When she finally breaks away from the thing you could call a kiss, she moves her chest off of yours to let you get a really good view of her jiggling tits, shining with sweat. If you're honest, you've already seen most of them thanks to the clothes she wears, but with nothing to cover them at all they're absolutely amazing.

"I need you to... cum, alright?"

Woah, that's sudden. Does she mean inside?

"The first cum... happens fast," she pants between every couple of words. No wonder, since she's still fucking you while just on the tips of her toes, "but that's what... we need... You need to last... longer for the next round."

You definitely already feel your orgasm coming, she doesn't need to tell you that. But wait. Next round? What is she talking about?

Simple poll this time:

Choices: 1. Take charge and cum the way you want to! She didn't specifically say she needed you to cum inside her, but that's a risk you're willing to take. 2. (Picked:) Are you joking? She knows what she's doing and has a plan for MORE? Don't take charge, she'll make you cum the way she wants to!

~~~~~

No way you're risking doing something she doesn't want you to right now. Not after she mentioned a "next round."

"It's happening now!" you say through your half gritted teeth. You really hope she knows what you meant, but you're having a little trouble forming full, meaningful sentences right now.

Seungyeon gets both of her arms around you and squeezes. Her eyes lock on yours again and you're captivated. You can't look away. "Do it... then."

Her hips grind against yours, and your orgasm hits you like a runaway train. You're dizzy, but you can still notice that she's squeezing down on you. As your cum fills her up, her eyes roll up, she bites her lip, and a grin spreads across her face.

You barely register that you slump to the floor, with Seungyeon's clamping pussy bringing her down with you.

"You dumb fucking hooker."

Suddenly, your senses all come back to you. That wasn't your voice. Or Seungyeon's. Oh shit. You can't see where it came from. But you recognize it. You start to imagine yourself getting beat up by body guards, or thrown in jail, or... fuck, maybe exiled from South Korea? Is that a thing that could happen?

So, whose voice was it?

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. Yeeun 5. Elkie 6. (Picked:) Eunbin

~~~~~

With a semi-exhausted sigh, Seungyeon leans to the side and looks over her shoulder. You feel a sense of impending doom as you see that the voice came from the daddy long le-- er, you mean, "maknae" of CLC, Eunbin.

Eunbin is only about fifteen feet away down the hall, wearing shorts (not as short as Seungyeon's, but still revealing her full legs), a blue sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. She looks... well she looks stone-faced as normal, but you bet she's super angry, based on the tone of her voice.

"Beannie, it's all good, okay?" Seungyeon sounds annoyed. She stands up, a wet plop nearly echoing as she comes off your dick. She faces away from you. If you weren't terrified, you would be admiring the bottom view of her bare ass and pussy dripping with your cum. Actually, you just came inside her. You're suddenly even more terrified, thinking about the entertainment company lawyers that are about to sue you into oblivion.

There's a dead silence for a solid ten seconds as the leader and the maknae stare each other down. You barely have the self consciousness to cover your dick with your hands.

"Don't you want to try him out?"

You stare up at Seungyeon's back. Could she make this situation worse? Don't mock the witness!

Eunbin's deadpan glare lowers down and locks with your eyes. ShiiiiIIIIT. Her look goes a little further down, right at your hands. And she licKS HER LIPS, WHAT?

"I'm busy, ass whore. Besides, the bitch is waiting with her cunt wide open," she swears evenly, like she's discussing the mild weather. You would question what she's saying if you weren't so confused, and still light headed.

Seungyeon groans, this time with annoyance rather than with pleasure like earlier. She turns around and bends over to grab your arms and starts pulling. You have to assume she wants you to stand, so you try, but it's awkward, trying to stand without revealing your mostly softened cock. Once you're up, she yanks on your hands, flashing Eunbin. Yet, she only looks for half a second, then turns and walks through a doorway. The same one Seungyeon starts dragging you toward, all the while with your cum slowly dripping out of her onto the floor.

What the fuck is happening here?

And who's the "bitch" Eunbin is talking about?!

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. (Picked:) Yeeun 5. Elkie

~~~~~

As you make your way through the door, dragged by Seungyeon, Eunbin is nowhere to be seen, but there is definitely another person. You're not sure you recognize her though.

She's tied down with some soft looking rope to a cushioned table. And the ropes are all she's wearing, with the exception of a blindfold. The ropes are holding her down and holding her legs wide open, but her arms are completely free. Doesn't seem like effective bonda--

The door slams shut behind you, making you just about jump out of your skin. Eunbin was hiding behind it! She has on exactly the same expression as before, too. She must be determined to creep you the hell out.

Before you can do or say anything about that, Seungyeon grabs your chin and turns you to look at the tied up girl on the table again. "See there? That's Yeeun. She's been a very good girl until today. She's only had sex a couple times before, but last month she told us that she wants to be a little slut, so that's why you're here."

You see Yeeun biting her lower lip. Seungyeon reaches down and starts stroking your dick back to life.

"You can fuck her any way you want to, as long as it's hard, and as long as you can do it for a really, really long time. And if you can do that..."

Seungyeon drops to her knees and takes your mostly hard dick in her mouth, diving all the way to the base and quickly sucking off whatever was left from the first round. She pops back off and licks it from the bottom to the top.

"If you do that for her, I'll definitely be calling you back."

You look back and forth from the leader of CLC below you and the rapper in front of you. Should you really? This seems crazy.

"What will it be? You can take her sweet pussy all the way to the moon and back, but she's not on the same prodigious birth control I am,"

You mentally breathe a sigh of relief at that, but also wonder what the hell qualifies a birth control as "prodigious."

"If you're afraid of putting a baby in her though, we already pre-lubed her pretty little ass. It hasn't been used before, but you should glide righ-"

DEAR LORD, Eunbin's ever-expressionless face appears right in front of yours, out of nowhere, "Or you can face fuck her. I've been dildoing this stupid thot's dumb mouth for days to get her ready for your fatass penis, if you have the balls," she says, nearly monotone. You're seriously confused by her rude behavior here and suspect she might be hiding a torture room somewhere in this building.

From the table, you hear Yeeun. You may not be at a good angle to see her, but it's definitely her. You'd recognize that sweet, meek voice anywhere, "I'm ready... please fuck me?"

Holy damn. This is really happening isn't it?

Options: 1. (Picked:) Take that risk! Pussy time! 2. Well, if her ass is already lubed... 3. Don't risk Eunbin crushing your skull. Throat fuck Yeeun. 4. Why is titfucking still not an option?! Lol, jk, we all love her boobs, but she's not big enough for that. 5. Run the fuck away! These bitches are actually insane!

~~~~~

You take a deep breath. This is just plain insanity that you are witnessing before your eyes.

Insanity is contagious, apparently.

You step around Seungyeon, and stand over Yeeun. She's at just the right height, and your dick rests on her pelvis, between her legs. You hear a short gasp of excitement from her... and two more behind you, which is definitely still weird.

You back up a few inches, bend your knees just a bit, and move forward again. Yeeun is a bit small, so it takes some pushing, but you can see the anticipation building on her face (what isn't covered by the blindfold). With a thrust, you're in.

Yeeun sighs and a smile crosses her face. Seems you made a good choice. She's going to like this.

"Woohoo! Now make her a slut!"

Again, you nearly forgot about your audience. Seungyeon moves to stand right next to you, one hand on Yeeun's inner thigh and the other one squeezing your ass cheek. Yay, fun...

For hours, you pound Yeeun into the table. Seungyeon stays with you the whole time, climbing on top of Yeeun, sliding herself all over you, and licking... pretty much everywhere.

A couple of times you have to change things up, untying Yeeun and flipping her onto her stomach, re-angling her so you can hold yourself up mostly by your arms, and eventually scooting her to where her head hangs off the table while you kneel over her.

You cum at least four times, but it's hard to be sure, since you think you went basically numb after the first three hours.

Yeeun seems to have lost her mind around that same time. Her blindfold fell off at some point while you were fucking her from behind and now you can see that her eyes have become unfocused. Every time you pull out to adjust after the second hour, she whined and tried to get you back in. But anything coming out of her mouth eventually turned into needy moans.

You kind of wonder to yourself how realistic it is to have lasted so long, for Yeeun to have actually gone half comatose, or for this process to have "turned her into a slut," but hey, it was bliss for you.

Seungyeon gets on her knees between you and cleans off your exhausted cock (and the area around it) with her tongue. It's a little sore actually, but you're not about to complain.

She stands back up and wraps her arms under yours, pulling you in. "I think you were successful, baby. Yeeun is going to want so much more from now on. Let's hope the baby you definitely put in her doesn't slow her down."

Oh. Right.

"So, what's next? Want any kind of... reward before you go?"

With her hips slowly rubbing side to side against yours, it's pretty obvious what she means, but hey, she asked, so...

Options: 1. (Picked:) You're drained, but you'll try for Seungyeon! Even if it results in embarrassment! 2. You want more, but you don't think you can get it up anymore. Be smooth and give her your contact info. 3. Uh, yeah. The call you got said you were going to get paid money for this. That's a reward. 4. Maybe just something to drink? You're fucking exhausted! (Warning, this option is mad kink territory.)

~~~~~

With your cock just about ready to fall off, you aren't sure how well this will work, but you're willing to try for Seungyeon. You grab her by the hips. A smirk crosses her face, and she doubles down on grinding against you.

You lift her chin up for a kiss. It's your turn to take charge with her now. She coos into your mouth. Her fingernails lightly scrape either side of your spine, sending tingles all up and down your body. Her entire behavior just changed! Sheesh, and all you had to do was take the initiative in grabbing her? This girl changes her mind as fast as she takes her clothes off.

The sweetness continues for the better part of ten minutes. You could swear the room's temperature is evening back out, from the sun-like heat earlier to being very pleasantly warm.

Seungyeon slowly breaks away from the kiss, looking into your eyes with less intensity and more... care. She leans her head back, and you take the hint, diving in and sucking carefully at her neck. Her silent shuddering is only interrupted by a moan coming from behind you.

You can guess what it is, but curiosity gets you to turn enough to look. And of course, it's Eunbin. She's still staring, which is still creepy. But she's also got both hands moving inside her shorts. She's probably been there all along, so you guess she can stay and keep watching. You doubt she'd leave even if you asked...

Trying not to think too much about your audience, you get back to work on Seungyeon, kissing her tanned skin from her chin, to her chest, to her toned as hell stomach, to her clit. Once there, her knees shake, so you decide to set her down somewhere she won't fall. It's time to pay her back for all the oral service she's been giving you!

Seungyeon backs up at your touch, until she leans back against the table in the middle of the room, and onto Yeeun's half conscious body. The skinny girl groans as she's suddenly used as a back rest, but Seungyeon doesn't seem to have any interest in fixing the problem.

This is your moment. You're going to make Seungyeon squirm on top of her rapper. You'll make her explode! You start leaning down, tongue halfway hanging out of your mouth...

"Damn, you're still not hard?"

She's holding you back by the forehead, looking between your bodies down at your lifeless dick.

"W-well, yeah, I mean, I just..." you gesture down at Yeeun. That's where your hardness went, and it's still dripping out of her at a moderate pace!

Eunbin's hands are on your shoulders, pulling you away from Seungyeon. It's a bit of a shock, to say the least.

"I'll call you later! Buh-bye!"

The next thirty seconds are a blur. You're dragged, stunned, out of the room, through to the opposite end of the hallway you came in from, and shoved out a door into an alley.

"See ya, fuckface," is the last thing you hear from Eunbin before the door slams behind you.

What the hell...

The door reopens, and you spin around just in time to get a face full of your pants.

"Don't forget your stupid clothes, you degenerate," Eunbin throws you one last insult before the door closes again.

It's a little chilly out here.

[GAME OVER]

#clc smut #kpop smut #seungyeon #yeeun #eunbin #male reader insert

[bitchybutcher]

Texts I sent a friend the first time I watched The Boys, Season 2:

-        Gird your loins

-        I’m dying to know more about Black Noir

-        Ugh ffs Homelander smarming about on stage at Translucents funeral

-        It’s an empty box but I suppose how would people know cause invisible corpse

-        WHY IS ANNIE SINGING AT THE INVISIBLE PERVS FUNERAL

-        Aw no straight in with Sad Kevin

-        Oh ok angry drunk Kevin

-        Ugh not these Samaritans Embrace fuckers again

-        Oh Annie. Parroting the company line. I hope she’s gonna fuck them all over

-        SAD HUGHIE OH NO

-        BILLY JOOOOOELLLL

-        Aw Kimiko is learning

-        Her lil smile

-        Oooh Hughie is a liiiiiar

-        Meeting on the subway like a couple shifty teenagers

-        Oh I forgot they microchipped the supes like dogs

-        Oh nooooo young love angst

-        Oh no a Sad Kevin incident

-        Aaaaand he’s been arrested

-        A nice archer bailed him out

-        Omfg the fake Butcher re-enactment

-        Oh do NOT tell me this crazy bastard is gonna drink the frozen breast milk

-        Oh fuck he is

-        What the FUCK, HOMELANDER

-        This visually impaired ninja seems nice

-        That probably means he’s gonna turn out to be a dick

-        OH FUCK

-        Homelander what the fuuuuuck

-        Ok what the shit is happening here in the motel

-        WHAT

-        What the fuuuuuck

-        I – MM is making a dolls house? That’s so cute

-        Oh shit smuggled people

-        Homelander is nuts with power

-        Uhhhh who is Carol and why is she staring at Kevin while he sleeps

-        Finally an archer who is honest about how useless they can be once they run out of arrows

-        Oh noooo are they gonna try brainwash Kevin with homeopathic stuff? And why do they keep offering him Fresca

-        OH FUCK ME NOT ANOTHER RELIGION THING

-        Oh Hughie has grown a pair since last season. Good for him

-        Where’s Butcherrrrrrrr

-        Body gore porn dude is called Gecko that’s too cute a name for him

-        Stormfront seems like fun

-        She’s gonna be pissing off Homelander so much I like her already

-        OH WHAT THE FUCK THE CIA LADYS HEAD EXPLODED

-        I like Stan

-        Giving Homelander the dressing down he needs

-        I know it’s convenient for Toni to wear the padded suit all the time but does Homelander ever wear anything else

-        Oh hiiii Becca I still think you’re a bitch and Butcher deserved better

-        BUTCHERRRRR YASSSSS

-        “Daddy’s home”

-        I’m dead. It’s official.

-        The fuckin smirk and the voice I’m fuckin dead

-        OH NO KEVIN IS TRYING THE CHURCH THING

-        Is he making shroom tea

-        Why is Patton Oswalt voicing Kevin’s gills this is delightful

-        Atrain is awake again that’s not good

-        I’m cracking up at Sad Kevin and his singing gills

-        Homelander is gone way off the deep end oh boy

-        Awwww soft Maeve in the hospital with her girlfriend

-        I want to like Becca but I can’t shake the bad feeling

-        Homelander is a terrible father

-        I mean I know he has no role models to base his parenting on, but yikes

-        It’s like if Scar was raising Simba instead of Mufasa

-        ….are the gang raiding a party city store

-        I love how Frenchie always looks a mix of horrified and amazed whenever Kimiko kills someone

-        AWWW IT’S HER BROTHER YAY

-        Oh shiiiiiiiit

-        Butcher STOP JUST SHOOTING PEOPLE

-        You were right this season is weird

-        I like Kimiko’s brothers bedazzled denim jacket

-        Butcher don’t punch Hughie wtf

-        Starting with Hughie listening to the same song again, nice

-        Butcher is terrible at apologising it’s so cute

-        I’m sorry did Hughie just fall over trying to throw a punch

-        The kid’s a dandelion omg

-        Why are they on a boat? Did Karl just decide “I like being on boats lemme go on a boat”?

-        I see what you mean about Homelander being scary

-        He’s completely insane

-        Why does this storyboard guys shirt say assbinder

-        Chace Crawford is an excessively veiny man

-        BLACK NOIR IS CRYING

-        Or possibly laughing

-        Hard to tell when they have no face

-        Annie actually leaked all the compound V stuff good for her

-        FRENCHIE KISSED HUGHIE

-        Homelander is gonna get this kid killed tryna make him fly

-        Honestly the kid looks more like Hughie

-        OH MY GOD HE PUSHED HIM OFF THE ROOF

-        OH MY SWEET FUCKING JESUS HOMELANDER YOU CAN’T DO THAT

-        Oop there’s the laser eyes

-        Oh Homelander is back at the Tower and freaking Maeve out

-        OH FUCK THE BROTHER IS LOOSE

-        Hughie don’t do it

-        Oh ok I thought he was gonna jump off the boat

-        Kevin and the cult weirdos are up to something

-        Hughie no you don’t call the girl you like crying over Billy Joel lyrics

-        Oh god boyo you don’t then drop the L word in the same voice message!

-        He’s hopeless

-        Oh nooooo Kevin is attacking the boat goddammit Kevin

-        OH FUCK A WHALE

-        For fuck sake Kevin

-        Ewwwww

-        Butcher what the fuck

-        Hughie having a nervous breakdown inside of a whale

-        No but why is Karl so hot covered in blood

-        Actually I didn’t even need to include the blood part of that question

-        Oh boy here we go, the 7 show up to find Sad Kevin crying over spilt whale

-        ….why is Stormfront tryna get all up in Homelander’s ass?? I thought she was cool but now she’s all lemme suck that radioactive dick

-        OH NO

-        Poor Kevin he’s worked so hard to accept his gills and now Homelander has knocked him back down

-        Oooo dear Atrain is having a heart attack again this isn’t good

-        Oh fuck is Hughie gon get caught

-        Oh no it’s Annie it’s ok

-        OH FUCK

-        ANNIE WHY

-        THAT’S YOUR HUGHIE

-        OH MAN KIMIKO’S BROTHER IS BADASS YES SQUASH THE SMUG PRICK

-        Oh I do NOT like Stormfront holy fuckin shit what’s wrong with this woman

-        Poor Kimiko

-        What’s with the random woman talking about calling off her wedding?

-        Why is Frenchie taking drugs

-        FUCK SAKE FRENCHIE DON’T TRY KISS A GIRL WHEN SHE’S GRIEVING

-        What the FUCK is thiiiiis

-        Is he dreaming or is this the shapeshifter tryna stay alive by granting Homelander some sick wish

-        Yikes I feel bad for Doppelganger

-        I am fascinated by whoever and whatever the fuck Black Noir is

-        MM sees right through everyone’s bullshit

-        I feel so bad for Annie

-        Ooooo Atrain getting fired

-        MM having to put up with Hughie and Annie having a we didn’t start the fire singalong 😂

-        Ok who’s in the weird group therapy sesh with these women with strange views on love

-        Vending machine date so cute

-        Omfg ahahahaha the girl with the Ed Sheeran tattoo

-        I really want to like Becca cause she stands up to Homelander but I can’t shake the suspicions about her

-        I feel bad for Butcher

-        Homelander is a scary good liar

-        Oh shit interviewer lady is pulling out the diversity questions

-        OH FUCK

-        HE’S OUTED MAEVE

-        Poor Maeve what the fuck

-        Ugh Stormfront

-        Shut your racist hole bitch

-        Oh shit Kimiko on the warpath

-        Frenchie! Kimiko listen to him he’s tryna help

-        MM is doing a lotta sharing this episode

-        Ohhhh something bad is gonna come out about this Liberty lady they’re looking for oh fuck

-        Wait WHAT. STORMFRONT IS LIBERTY

-        Stormfront is like 70????

-        She’s really good with social media for an old bird

-        Ohhh fuck Homelander is pisssssssssed

-        Christ you’d know Homelander was an only child

-        Bitch you better not be fucking Butcher over

-        I FUCKIN KNEW IT

-        BECCA YOU RAGING BITCH

-        Got her goodbye fuck then called the supercops on him cause he’s a little broken? FUCK BECCA

-        Oh no Annie don’t give Hughie the “we can’t do this” talk

-        Pick your emo ass up and stop being melodramatic

-        All these women are chatting to Kevin?? Why??

-        Also this most recent one is super weird

-        THEY WERE INTERVIEWING TO BE KEVINS WIFE

-        This cult thing is so fuckin weird omfg

-        KEVIN GET YOUR SAD BUTT OUT OF THE CULT

-        Oh gross not the Doppelganger shit again

-        Doppelganger is really bad at flirting

-        ….

-        WHAT THE SHIT

-        Nonononono don’t do the selfcest

-        Not even Homelander is that fucked up

-        This is super weird

-        Why is Homelander crying

-        OH SHIT HE KILLED HIM

-        Uhhhh are they doing a lesbian scene in a vcu movie

-        Christ that was terrible and way too on the nose

-        “Strong female lesbians”

-        Homelander you himbo fuck what other kind of lesbian do you get

-        I feel bad for Ashley

-        She just wants to do her job well

-        Poor Butcher. His lil heart is broken

-        Oh no baby you’re hurt and upset? That’s so sad let me suck your dick about it

-        Oh no what’s he gonna do

-        BUTCHER WHAT THE SHIT

-        I mean it’s really fuckin hot but still

-        There’s always a cut on the cheekbone

-        “They’ve been moving her around like a Catholic priest” omg HUGHIE

-        Aww he called Hughie his canary

-        Oh shit are Frenchie and Kimiko missing?

-        KEVIN GOT MARRIED

-        BILLY HAS AN AUNTIE

-        Doggiiiiie

-        Awwwww soft Butcher with his dog

-        Aaaand now I feel bad for Atrain cause he’s being kicked to the curb

-        Oh gross this interview with Kevin and his cult wife

-        This is so cringe holy fuck

-        Bring back the Patton Oswalt gills

-        Why are the gangsters discussing musicals specifically Hamilton

-        FUCKING HELL KIMIKO PEELED OFF THAT GUYS FACE

-        Ahahaha the boys showed up at Butchers aunties house

-        The dog’s name is Terror that’s so cute

-        Hahahaha Hughie was holding the fuck pig

-        Why is there a sniper on the roof

-        Oh shit it’s Black Noir

-        Ugh what does Annie’s mom want and why is Stormfront being her friend

-        Oh hey it’s dickless

-        These two writer dudes are hella irritating

-        Poor Elena getting dragged into this shit

-        Yes Maeve scheme against his ass

-        Heartbroken Butcher is so tired

-        He needs a hug

-        Hughie give Butcher a hug please

-        Why is Kimiko in a church

-        Oh hey its Frenchie’s other girlfriend

-        Oh ok Kimiko is doing hits that’s fair

-        The old man just looking away like “I do not see it”

-        Aw no Frenchie don’t break up with Kimiko

-        Oh fuck off Cult Kevin

-        Stormfront again?????

-        Does this bitch ever fuck off

-        DID SHE JUST CALL ATRAIN GARBAGE

-        Wait why is Homelander giving an unapproved speech

-        This is gonna end in someone getting murdered isn’t it

-        OH FUCK

-        That’s a lot more murder than I expected

-        Ohhhh phew ok he was just daydreaming

-        Ashley is gonna go bald from stress

-        I adore grumpy Butcher

-        Omg auntie Judy is a drug dealer I love her

-        Ohhhh shit Homelander is having a nervous breakdown

-        BOBBY FROM X-MEN????

-        Uhhhh why is Homelander talking to Stormfront this can’t be good

-        Ooh MM set a trap this gon be good

-        BUTCHER HAS A BROTHER???? THAT HUGHIE IS LIKE

-        Oop Lenny is dead

-        The random explosions as Black Noir trips the traps

-        Oh shit Butcher locked the others out to face Black Noir alone

-        YES MM

-        OH NO MM

-        YES HUGHIE

-        Oh fuck did he KO Butcher

-        Shiiiit shit shit shit

-        Yes Butcher save your Hughie

-        Oh good they all survived

-        For fuck sake Kevin stop with the cult shit

-        Maeve please save Kevin from the cult

-        Annie why are you sneaking around don’t do it

-        There’s a lot of shots of Annie’s bum

-        What the fuck is Sage Grove

-        Stormfront needs to go choke on a bag of dicks

-        Oh fuck no not Homelander again

-        Uhhhhhhh

-        Stormfront x Homelander was not what I was expecting

-        These two have the WEIRDEST relationship

-        They’re gonna do some really fucked up supe bdsm shit aren’t they

-        Frenchie is Betty White. Fair enough

-        Wait what is happening. Why is Annie letting Frenchie at her with a lil saw

-        Ohhh the chip

-        “This might sting a little” FRENCHIE IT’S A FUCKIN SAW

-        Oh fuck that’s a big chip

-        Oh look it’s loves psychotic dream

-        Well that’s suitably gross

-        Aww Kimiko hugging Annie

-        Butcher is so menacing I love him

-        Kevin tryna be helpful to his buddies he’s so cute

-        NO! NO BAD KEVIN! STOP TRYING TO MAKE PEOPLE JOIN YOUR CULT

-        Kimiko with her brass knuckle

-        Oh man, flowers??? Homelander has it BAD

-        Annie back the fuck off and leave Butcher alone

-        OH SHIT IT’S STORMFRONT AT THE HOSPITAL NOOOO

-        What the fuck is going on at this hospital

-        OH FUCK BOBBY FROM X-MEN IS LAMPLIGHTER

-        Oh shit who got let out

-        What does Cindy do

-        OH SHIT SHE’S THE HEAD BURSTER

-        Aaaaaaand now they’re all out

-        Good job, guys

-        Ewwwwww acid vomit

-        OH NO HUGHIE

-        Are you kidding me?? Annie can’t go all Starlight unless there’s a power source in the immediate vicinity??

-        What kinda fuckin shite superpower is that

-        Aha Butcher agrees with me

-        Ok so I’m guessing Homelander went berserk on set

-        Uhhhh apparently Cult Lunch is a therapy sesh?

-        Atrain get outta there

-        This cult leader guy is an arsehole

-        Hospital escape lookin like a horror survival game

-        Awwww flashbacks to happy times

-        Omfg Butcher with the slicked back hair

-        Welp, Annie just killed a guy

-        Oh shit a baby seat

-        Annie is gonna have a bad case of the guilts now

-        Oh fuck ok Lamplighter killed the kids by accident

-        So Frenchie went to save his friend instead of tailing

-        Oh god that’s the penis isn’t it

-        Stormfront to the…rescue? Maybe? She’s gonna kill Lamplighter isn’t she

-        Oh, no ok she didn’t kill him

-        Aw no sad Butcher cause Hughie’s hurt

-        Oh nooooo Elena found a video from the plane

-        Mallory gon kill sad Lamplighter?

-        Stormfront is coming clean to Homelander? Whaaaa

-        She was buddies with the Nazis??? SHE WAS MARRIED TO THE VOUGHT FOUNDER GUY

-        Oh fuck the head burster is still alive

-        A montage of how Stormfront is brainwashing people into racist attacks, nice

-        I hate Annie’s mom so much

-        Black Noir has just fuckin LAMPED Annie

-        Butchers mum called him 😂😂

-        Oh shit his dad died

-        Why are Hughie and Lamplighter watching knock off supe porn

-        Oh boy a racist rally

-        Homelander just threw Annie under the bus

-        Hughie that’s a really weird pep talk

-        And he’s gonna get Lamplighter killed

-        BUTCHERS MUM IS ADORABLE

-        Oh shit it’s Denethor

-        And he’s not dead

-        Oh fuck he’s why Lenny died?

-        Shit Lenny shot himself

-        Butcher was SAS???

-        WHERE ARE MY PICS OF BUTCHER IN HIS ARMY UNIFORM

-        Ah fuck he’s bringing stepmommy Stormfront to meet the kid

-        I have an urge to run my fingers through Butchers beard

-        Frenchie and Kimiko are too cute she’s teaching him her sign language

-        Is this a cult birthday party?

-        Poor Eagle the Archer. He pissed off the cult so he’s gon be excommunicated

-        Uhhhh kiddo made a Lego film?

-        Good for him

-        I know it shouldn’t be sexy when Butcher starts threatening to brutally murder people in his growly voice, I know, but hear me out: sexy growly voice

-        11/10 would let Karl Urban murder me

-        Oh FUCK Lamplighter killed himself

-        Poor Hughie

-        Why do all the bad things happen to him, like having to saw off a dead guy’s hand with a broken whiskey decanter

-        Annie versus Black Noir, beat his/her ass girl!

-      �� HUGHIE COME SAVE YOUR ANNIE

-        YAY MAEVE

-        Black Noir has an almond allergy that’s such an off the wall weakness

-        Annie’s favourite chocolate bar saved her life

-        Well Maeve did, technically. But still

-        Omg Hughie accidentally saving Annie’s mom

-        Hughie and Annie are too cute

-        Oh shiiiiit Homelander screwed the pooch and showed the kid everything

-        HAHA SUCK IT BECCA

-        OH SHIT HEADS ARE BURSTING ALL OVER THE PLACE

-        Butcher in his lil jumper

-        For a non-American, this school safety psa video is supremely weird

-        BOBBY FROM SUPERNATURALS CHARACTER IS CALLED BOB

-        BOBBY FROM SUPERNATURALS CHARACTER IS JUST BOBBY FROM SUPERNATURAL BUT FANCY

-        Annie’s mom critiquing her choice in boyfriends while in mortal danger is gas

-        And typical

-        The lads going nuts with weapons they’re so happy look at them

-        And Butcher in his lil jumper again he looks so comfy

-        I would very much like to cuddle him in the soft jumper and give him beard scritches

-        Annie ffs let Hughie enjoy his Billy Joel, that’s a good choice

-        Ahahaha Maeve just called Hughie a twink

-        She’s not wrong

-        Oh fuck off Becca

-        Uuuuugh OF COURSE Mr Edgar is in with the cult

-        Oop Atrain overheard all of that

-        Poor Ashley she’s going bald from stress

-        The kid is gonna have a meltdown

-        Poor Hughie with his mom leaving

-        I wonder if she’ll pop up at some point and turn out to be a supe that would be fun

-        ATRAIN YOU CAN’T JUST APPEAR IN A CAR LIKE THAT YOU COULDA KILLED SOMEONE

-        Hold the phone is Homelander actually being a good dad for a minute

-        What the actual fuck is Stormfront on with this white genocide shit

-        Ahahaha the news broke

-        Uh oh the Vought soldiers got caught by Homelander

-        OH SHIT

-        MM BETTER BE OK

-        Becca fuckin constantly squawking about Ryan is so annoying

-        WHY IS KIMIKO LAUGHING

-        It’s adorable but still

-        Oh FUCK she snapped her neck

-        She’ll be fine

-        She’s like a wolverine, snapped neck won’t keep her down

-        AYYYYY MAEVE

-        The lads just watching them kicking the shit out of her like uhhh

-        Oh hey Becca did something useful and stabbed the Nazi in the eye

-        Huh. The kid melted Stormfront

-        Good for him

-        AHAHAHA YES HE GOT BECCA TOO

-        BYEEEEE FELICIAAAAA

-        I mean yeah, heartbroken sad Butcher isn’t nice to see, but Becca sucked

-        Aaaand now Homelander covered in blood has arrived to listen to Stormfront babble in German

-        This is like in those scenes where it’s like oh who will the dog go to

-        Ayyy Atrain got back into the 7

-        Aww poor Kevin getting rejected again

-        See Kevin this is why we don’t join cults

-        Annie thought he was breaking up with her, girl don’t be daft

-        Butcher and the kid, not awkward at all

-        The one lesson Butcher can teach a kid – “don’t be a cunt”

-        Aww happy endings for all the boys

-        Aaaaand a “happy ending” for Homelander too by the looks of it

-        Oh ffs a corrupt politician in with the cult, what a surprise

-        HIS HEAD BURST

-        Wait the politician lady is the head burster? I’m so confused

-        Confusion may have been aided by it being almost 3am

-        Hughie getting a real job, bless him

-        Too bad it’s with the head burster

-        Oh this is such a good song to end the season with

-        Welp, now begins the long wait for season 3, I guess

-        Should I sleep or find fic to read

-        Body says sleep, heart says fic

-        That’s a lie, heart says Butcher

-        ….Butcher fics it is

#theboys #theboystv #theboysmemes #theboystextposts #I'm back with more insanity #middle of the night is probably not a good time to be texting but hey ho #I'm still a shameless ho for Billy Butcher #that's so sad let me suck your dick about it #I mean like damn #Karl Urban doesn't mess around when it comes to thirst trapping #I need season 3 like yesterday #amazon please #the boys #season 3 #I need it

[2018shawn]

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a/n: I forgot I wrote this and I'm clearing out my drafts so here we are why!!! the fuck not!!!.... here is a whole lotta y/n feeling and looking her best SELF n loving herself like we all should as strong independent women. you’re all beautiful 🥺🥰

warnings: alludes to smut, a little swearing, a little fluff, a little happy

 Tom let himself in, just like you requested, because you were both at that stage now. The stage where you weren’t exclusively each other’s, but exclusively and most definitely were not anyone else’s. It was fun; things going at their own pace, no pressure, no rules, just you and Tom being, well, you and Tom.

“Your Prince Charming has arrived!” Tom shouted, making you aware of his presence. Last thing he wanted after a shitty day doing filming was to be knocked out by you because he’d scared you shitless. He hung his back pack on the hooks you kept by the door, kicking his converse off so they landed next to your very own trusty pair. He smiled; his n hers.

You shook your head to yourself as you continued to change in your room, the door open just enough for his voice to flood through. “Okay well Prince Charming can make himself at home and there’s a beer on the table for you.”

Your shoebox apartment was small enough that you didn’t really need to shout, more so just talk loudly in order for him to hear you. He noted the ice cold Budweiser sat on the coffee table in front of your sofa, condensation dripping from the neck of the bottle. You’d left a sticky note on there, with a simple smiley face and a kiss for no particular reason at all, other than that you loved a sticky note. He slumped into the sofa - he loved your sofa more than his own, it was real cloudy (his words, not yours) - reaching over for the refreshing beverage before kicking his feet up on the table. A warm smile spread across his lips as he peeled off the sticky note. He wanted to wife you, he knew that much.

“How was your day, darling?” He asked, taking a large gulp from the drink, which indicated how his went. He fiddled with the sticky note, pressing it down onto the material of his t shirt, like when you go to the dentist as a kid or you get all your spellings right at school and get rewarded with a sticker; this time, you were his reward.

Small mumbles escaped your lips as you fiddled with your unfamiliar change of clothes in the bedroom. You couldn’t quite get the clasps right and wondered how there were women out there who wore stuff like this on a daily basis. Although you had to admit, so far, so cute. “Yeah, okay I guess. My boss was a jerk again but what’s new.”

Unbeknown to Tom, your foot rested on the bed, one at a time, as you rolled stockings up your legs, letting them snap to your thigh when they were high enough. “You need to tell him to come see me.” He replied, and you knew he was tensing his jaw.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but feel giddy and warm at the way Tom got jealous and protective over your relationships with you boss, especially when you once let it slip he asked you on a date but you politely declined. “Sure thing,” you laughed, grabbing the last item to complete your outfit, sliding it over your shoulders.

You asked him about his day, and you soon learnt that he couldn’t quite get the scene right, resulting in a hella load of retakes and okay guys, let’s take a minute moments. Glancing over the bedroom one last time before you opened the door fully, you checked everything was in order, no washing or Winnie the Pooh pyjamas laying around. A final walk past the mirror stopped you in your tracks, head snapping to face your reflection. You barely recognised yourself; the nicest underwear you’d bought or even worn in god knows how long adorned your body, colourful floral pattern contrasting against your nude skin. You think you looked nice; you felt nice, and as your mum once told you - who’s gonna love you if you ain’t gonna love yourself. Even though you were queen of putting yourself down and picking at things you didn’t like about yourself, you’d also grown to live with your imperfections. A final brush of your fingers over the light pink, mesh material smoothed out the matching kimono to your set and you swallowed a gulp.  

The door to your bedroom creaked open, and from where you stood you could see his crazy brown hair sticking up from the couch, his head leant back against the head rest. Your living room was pretty much in front of your bedroom door, the kitchen to the right and bathroom to the left. It was nothing special, but it was your little home and you loved it. The back of the sofa faced your bedroom door, Tom only aware that you were entering the room due to your quiet footsteps on the floor.

“... and I swear to god, you know like when you thought you’d be baby Jesus in the nativity but you get given the part of a tree? That was her, she wanted to be in every bloody take!” He sighed, rambling on about some girl in the scenes that was only supposed to be there as an extra.

His eyes were closed as you walked closer to him, legs spread apart and bottle resting on his leg with the support of his hand. You wanted to run straight around and straddle the living daylights out of him, but self control needed to be a thing here. Each of your hands came to his tense shoulders, your fingertips beginning to knead at his strong structure. He hummed in return, a satisfied smile creeping upon his lips, his eyes remaining shut as he enjoyed the relaxing gesture. “You’re nice.” He simply said and you watched how his Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down as he gulped.

A giggle fell from your lips as your hands loosened on his shoulders. He was about to groan at the sudden lack of touch, but was stopped when your hands flately ran from his shoulders and down to his chest. He’d been working out for the filming of the movie and you could feel it, his chest hard beneath the surface of his shirt. You laughed at the sticky note on his chest, avoiding knocking it off as he pulled a pouty face, his lips stretching out for a kiss. Hovering over the top of him, you bent your head down to place a delicate peck on him, so delicate you barely touched at all. Your hands roamed down to his torso, feeling him tense up beneath your touch as your hands ran over each pair of abs. His lips were still stifly pouting, needing a real kiss to be satisfied.

When you were happy his shoulders were less tense and his body a little more relaxed, you let your hands rest in one place. It was ironic really, that you were the one upside down, kissing him, because wasn’t that spider mans job once? Nevertheless, you continued, not entirely sure how to approach an upside down kiss but going with the same approach as normal. Your fingers grabbed at tufts of his T-shirt as your lips came into contact, his hands working their way up above and behind him to lace around the back of your neck. The sound of the billie eilish playlist was nothing but background noise as you loved on each other passionately, the sounds of your lips hard at work filling the quiet space.

He hummed into your lips as your hair fell from behind your head, gliding down and landing across his chest and neck. His face scrunched up, your brown curls tickling his sensitive area as he let a small giggle escape his lips and god, did you think it was the cutest thing in the world.

Standing upright, he pouted at your disappearance, peeking one eye open as he realised he was yet to lay his eyes on you tonight; that was usually the first thing he did. The straighter you stood up, the lower down your body his hands went. Considering he was spider man and billy Elliot, he appeared to not be all that flexible, his hands only just able to grasp the top of your arms.

Tom furrowed his eyebrows at the feel of your clothing, the mesh material feeling foreign to his touch. You stayed at each other’s houses long enough for him to know that you very much prefer a baggy t-shirt to lounge in, to which he had no objections. Mainly because a) they were normally his t-shirts and b) they almost always stopped at the top of your thighs, giving him a pleasant view for his time with you. His hands enveloped around your arms, snaking downwards until they reached your wrists and he began to fiddle with the unfamiliar sleeved embroidery. He could tell the stitching of the flowers were beautiful, but not nearly half as beautiful as you.

You admired his soft touch, watching down at him as he opened his other eye, smiling up at you. “Hey.” He smiled, flashing the movie star smile you fell for months ago. 

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you tucked the front of your hair behind your ear, “Hey.”

He was too busy staring at your face to notice your attire, but when his eyes finally travelled down to your chest, they widened. His lips parted into an o, his chest coming to a halt as his breathing stopped. The bralet you was wearing was a see through mesh, your nipples only covered by the embroidered flowers matching to the ones he’d felt on your sleeves. The pink and green colours complimented you perfectly and he was at a loss for words. He leant forward on the sofa, placing his beer own on the coffee table and you weren’t sure how he didn’t miss, because his eyes didn’t leave your body the entire time. 

Kneeling up onto the sofa, he finally faced you, hands gripping the back of the sofa. “Holy shiiiiiiiit,” he groaned, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth. His eyes began to travel further down your body, not really wanting to move away from your incredibly curved breasts, but eager to see what the rest of you had to offer. Your waist was bare and he continued to the top of your hips, where the matching, delicate suspender belt began to cover your stomach. It flowed down, past your bellybutton and ended just above the top of your thighs. Peeking out from underneath were of course the matching pants and the most unique noise left his lips, something half way between a whimper and a groan. 

He didn’t noticed how his knuckles were turning white as they gripped the sofa because he was scared if he let go, he’d pass out. You let him admire your body, knowing it wasn’t exactly the usual welcome home you’d normally give him. But when his stare started to burn into you and felt more than torturous, you had to say something. “Um... is this ok?” You looked down at yourself then back up to the love eye emoji knelt in front of you. 

“Is it - are you fucking even real?!” He finished speaking with his mouth still open, hanging down and eyes wider than ever apart from the few times he blinked hard, to see if he was imagining things. You laughed, taking it as one of the best compliments you’ve ever received. 

You started walking backwards, getting closer to your bedroom door with a suggestive smirk on your lips, “well, are you coming?” 

And that was all it took for him to climb and stumble over the back of the sofa, nearly throwing himself onto the floor in the process as he chased into your bedroom where he very, very much enjoyed the rest of his evening. 

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taglist: @imaginashawnns @fallinallincurls

#I FORGOT I WROTE THIS LOL #I THINK ITS KINDA CUTE??? #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland blurb #tom holland fic #tom holland oneshot #tom holland imagine

[scribbledghost]

How's this for a TWIST!

Marcus is your coworker. He flirts with you constantly, though you're not sure if it's just a joke or he's serious about it.

You know about the Statesmen and Whiskey. You have never worked with Whiskey and you hope you never will because of what you heard about him.

One day, Marcus burst into your office and complained about Whiskey because he had to work with him on this one assignment. The more you listened to him, the more you realized Marcus was complaining about him fondly, as if he really likes this guy. It disappointed you but you decided to be a good friend and support him. But he still flirts with you? What?

You ran into Whiskey, literally, spilling your much-needed tea and his coffee everywhere. Whiskey was cocky as fuck and flirted with you, which made you feel bad for Marcus who has a not-so-secret massive crush on the guy. While you and Whiskey were cleaning up the spilled tea and coffee in the break room, you realized that the rumors about Whiskey were so and completely wrong, such a sweet and soft guy. Marcus entered for his coffee refill and saw both of you kneeling to clean up the mess, "Well, ain't that a sight."

What the fuck is going on??

Whiskey smiled, quietly laughing at him. And you're so confused.

Marcus, without missing a beat, said "You know, I live close by. I can take you both there so you put your clothes in the washing machine . . . Though they might look better on the floor of my bedroom instead. Your choice." he sipped his coffee and smirked.

Both? Oh. Oh.

MARCUS TAKING THE LEAD??? OH SHIIIIIIIIT I’M HERE FOR IT

I also love the possible hint that maybe Whiskey and Marcus have had experiences with each other before, and now they’re bringing you in too. I like the idea of Whiskey initially coming off cocky and self-assured but in the end you realize he’s far more soft and gentle than he lets on. 

Of course, if you take him up on his offer, you’ll be able to see Marcus just taking the lead for it all, something that is absolutely mind-blowing to be on the receiving end of. I can just imagine you and Whiskey going at it while Marcus is sitting idly by, biding his time while directing the two of you on how he wants you to do things and what he wants to see before he steps in and takes control himself.

#that last point has been living in my brain rent-free for like 3 days #either Marcus watching or Whiskey watching #smut #deafmandalorian #asked and answered #marcus x whiskey x reader

[ajokeformur-ray]

✨ Unfiltered Joker thoughts ✨

I watched Joker with a bunch of lovely clowns on my Discord and while they werewolf’d in the chat, I typed out my thoughts here as they came to me. These are unedited, unfiltered, and exactly as they were in my head. I don’t know who’d be interested in this but 🤷‍♀️ who doesn’t love unfiltered thoughts about our man? NSFW ahead in places, lmao and some self-ship elements because it’s always on my mind.

There are Controversial Things within, I’m sure - be nice about it if you wanna comment, or unfollow/block etc. if it bothers you I won’t take it personally. I will take it personally if I’m sent a rude message, though. Fair warning. You curate your own online experience so scroll past silently if you gotta!🥰🥰🥰🥰

Tagging @arthurflecc @jokerownsmysoul @daincrediblegg @sweet-nothings04 bc they were in the chat and missed me there!! 

 Word count: 4, 597.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJO -

*Presses play*

OMG THERE HE IS BABYYYYYYYY ~ 

Ugh that white shirt... 🥵

“paint me like one of your french girls” 👀

oh, honey, no. 

Don’t force yourself to smile, my love, it’s okay. you can be hurting.

sweet angel who can do no wrong asdfghjkl

wanna kiss that tear away...

CARNIVALCARNIVAL CARNIVAL *STARTS SWAYING IN MY SEAT*

jaunty piano to juxtapose his shitty mood

you spin me right round, baby, right round...

ohhh, baby 🥺🥺🥺

someone’s honky lmaoooooo ~ 

that cello

Ohhhh, darling man.... i’m so sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry

WOOPS CRYINGGGG ~

sweet angel love still tryna be funy with the flower squirting...

what else will squirt tonight???👀

ohhh, darling. deep breaths baby. it’s okay. you’re okay.

CRYINGGGGG

ohhhh baby boyyyy....

legit just cooed aloud

oh angel <3 

“is it just me or is it getting crazier out there?”

it is my love... it is. 

let me sit on your lap and still the shaking of your legs

ohhhh my love. you’re okay. just breathe.

Dr. Kane was doing her best but you’re beyond what she can handle

you deserve better, sweetheart.

my love, my life.

I JUMPED WHEN HE HIT HIS HEAD IN ARKHAM

“who knows?”

yeah me too, my love. me too. 

“i just dont wanna feel so bad anymore”

oh baby.

i know, my love. i wish i could hold your hand and stroke your hair and kiss your cheeks 🥺🥺🥺

had a shitty day but wants to comfort a child on the bus. thats my manssss ~ <3 <3 <3 

okay but his peekaboo makes me giggle please do that to me when im sad

“‘cuse you bitch?”

the greasepaint still on his face is endearing omg 

GIVE HIM BACK HIS CARD OR IMMA RIOTTTT

CRYINGGGGG 

ohhhh baby. no. deep breaths. i’m here, my love. not going anywhere

those fucking steps

me too, darling. i feel your exhaustion like it’s my own and i long to take it from you without changing a single thing about you.

my love, my life

the weariness of an unchanged routine is a paralysing one

wanna rub cream on your bruises

“yeah, mum” so soft im cry

“eat. you need to eat” i hear you in my head when i wanna skip meals and it helps me.

“oh yeah? who do you talk to?” YES SASS HER

“yay murray” ohhhhh angel you’re so cute I’m cry 🥺

murray you wankstain - old and crusty 🤮🤢🤮🤢

arthur’s laugh in his daydream 🥺🥺

“i love you murray” // “you’re awful murray” baby noooooo

“theres something special about you arthur” the only real thing murrat ever fuckin said AND IT WASNT EVEN A REAL THING IT WAS IN HIS HEAD

“I TAKE GOOD CARE OF MY MOTHER” YEEEES BABY YOU DO! SO PROUD OF YOU!!!

just wantin recognition in your daydreams bc you dont get it in your real life

YOU SWEET THING

HIS SWEET SMILE AND THE CELLO OH BABY 🥺😭

YOUR BACK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

shoes are too tight so you gotta stretch em 

can you stretch me too???👀🥵💦🔥

“chuckletown” RANDALLS LEGACY AND WE TURNED IT INTO SMTHN LOVING AND NOT SARKY LIKE HE INTENDED LMAO FUCK YOU RANDALL YOU PIECE OF SHIIIIIIIIT

arthur’s hair in the sun omg like a halo

randall fuck off fucking fuck off go aWAY LEAVE MY ARTHUR ALONE

you asswipe

arthurs shy and nervous lil giggle omg baby say no give the gun back its not well intended 

“my boy”  AHA LMAO HE DOES PAY YOU BACK BUT NOT HOW YOU EXPECT LMAOOOO YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE

THOSE CURLS

arthur’s sweet little lilting voice in front of his boss omggggg ~ 

HOYYYYYYT 

his logic makes no sense wtffffff ~ 

RETAIL SMILE LMAO THATS A MOOD 

brewing insanity..... 

POUND ME LIKE THOSE TRASH BAGS

RUIN ME AND THEN REBUILD ME IN YOUR IMAGE 

those mf stairs again

it’s the same old team since 1916... in your head, in your head...

never in my LIFE have i been aroused by a FOOT

lmao only Arthur istg that man is the exception to my every rule

Gigi is so CUTE 🥺

THAT SMIRK SIR CAN YOU NOT

“hey” omggg look at you tryna connect ugh so proud of youuu ~ 

the moon is a silver dollar... 

THOSE CURLS

THOSE BARE FEET

THAT SOFT VOICE

ARTHURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 

frances conroy is a goddess omg i love herrrr ~ 

espesh on ahs she’s a queen

but i digress lmao wrong fandom

“dont you have to be funny to be a comedian”

FUCK OFF PENNY 

FUCK RIGHT OFF THEN FUCK OFF SOME MORE PLEASE

slap that bass.... 

FINGERSSS ON THE GUN ASDFGHJ PUT THEM ON ME INSTEADDDD

zoom zoom the world is in a mess

LMAO YEP

“psh” omg you sweet angel asdfghjk

THAT EYEBROW RAISE ASDFGHJK SASSY KINGGGGG

GET ITTTTTT

UGH THAT BODY WANNA COVER IT IN MARKS OF LOVE TO REPLACE THE VIOLENT MARKS

ARTHUR @ HIMSELF “YOURE A GOOD DANCER // I KNOW”

omggggg sweet clumsy babyyyy

lmaooo “old war movie” do you tell penny that when we get caught having sex on the sofa????

arthur honey following sophie isn’t.... the best way to get her attention asdfghjk 

someone needs to teach you social interactions... 

I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTTTTTE

that student/teacher roleplay comedian at pogos makes no sense to me???? i dont get his jokes at all

lmao bad comediannnnnn

arthur’s cute lil mistimed giggles ksksksksk 

wanna kiss your cheeks every timmmme 

you’re working so hard to achieve your goals im so so proud of you

ambidextroussss ~ (just like me omg we’re perfect for each otherrrrr)

“people expect you to behave as if you dont” YOU INTELLIGENT LIL SHIT OMG I LOVE YOU AND YOUR MIND

you know its a daydream if arthurs wearing a shirt at home 

his shy “yeah” omggggg ~ angelllll 

“i have a gun i can come by tomorrow” LMAOOOOOOOO 

“youre so funny arthur” YES HE IS DREAM!SOPHIE

CARNIVAL CARNIVAL CARNIVAL

I ACTUALLY STOMP MY FEET HERE BC IM HAPPY FOR THE TIME HES ON SCREEN SWEET CLOWN 

THE ONLY ONE IM NOT AFRAID OF

HES SO SO HAPPY OMGGG

BABY BOYYYY IN HIS ELEMENT

SAD THO BC KIDS ARE TERMINALLY ILL 

bestest party clownnnn 

“I love this job” oh baby 🥺🥺

aaaaaaaaand now the betrayal from randall lmao fuck that dude

NO BB YOUR FOREHEAD NO SMASHY GLASSY

LMAO THE FUCK ERIKA???

dudes 35 not a kid 

throwing greasy chips into a girl’s hair isn’t how to flirt my dude lmao you’re gross??? 

ew

EW EW EW WIGGLE YOUR CHIPS ELSEWHERE

ohhhh arthur, honey no omg breathe it’s okay

you wanna help but you dont know how

you sweet thing 

send in the clowwwwwwwwwwwwwwns ~ 

IM CRYINGGGGG

“they couldnt carry a tune to save their lives”

JOEKR ITS NOT YOUR TIME YET GO AWAYYYY

lmao jokes stay you know im lost without you 

HOW CAN YOUR HAIR LOOK SO GOOD AFTER BEING UNDER A WIG ALL DAY ?????

carnival with arthur’s hair is just 👌👌👌👌

WHERES HIS CARDDDDD 

nooooooo omg baby no omg i wish i could take all those punches for you

i’d take it all in a heartbeat to save you

gritting his teeth not taking in anymore

YES BABY GET EEEEEEM

YES YES YES YES STAND UP FOR YOURSELF SO PROUD OF YOU

first 2 self defence, 3rd one unsure lmao but fuck it 

no PUT THE GUN AWAY FROM YOUR FACE BABY ITS OKAY DONT FORGET YOUR BAG OR YOUR WIG ITS EVIDENCE

KILL THE 3RD COVER YOUR TRACKS

GOOD BOYYYYYY

carnival with blood on face = killing your insecurities

8 bullets from a 6 chamber????? mm-hm lmao i know @daincrediblegg wrote a thing on this once lmao bestest Egg is smart and i love her muchly 🥰🥰🥰🥰

run baby run, dont ever look backkk... (check yes juliet)

BATHROOM SCENE BATHROOM SCENE BATHROOM SCENE

fuck me against that dirty counter

joker’s waking uuuuuuuup....

that cello though unffff 👌

got me clenchinnnnn you fluidddd ~ 

and in his eyes, all the sadness of the world. those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore (phantom of the opera)

my brain is 90% song lyrics 

hes so graceful and ethereal so full of pain and of love and of adventure and worth and need and yearning

my sweet boy

my wonderful angel

my fallen angel

T POSEEEEE

DAYDREAM KISSSSS

ugh push me against the wall and shove your hand down my panties and take whats yours 

please and thanks

so confident

so smooth

so sure

unf

take me angel im all yours 

and my name is carnival

SASSY BOYYYYY

I SAY BOY BUT YOURE A MAN LMAO 

YESSSSSS TELL THEMMMMMMMM 

LMAOOOOOO RANDALL SEEMS LEGIT CONFUSED PFFFT

TOUGH SHIIIIIIIT

LMAOOO PUNCH OUT

BUSTING A LUNNGGGGG

HE DOESNT KNOW HIS OWN STRENGTH

OR HIS OWN LIMITS

“DONT SMILE”

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

nothin worse than being told to smile when you really wanna bare your teeth and let rip

aka me every fuckin minute of my life 

SHUSH ME SHUSH ME SHUSH ME

ILL CRY BUT DO IT

LMAOOOOO CHOKE ME WITH THOSE BICEPS 

ILL GO OUT DOIN WHAT I LOVE

YOUUUUUUU 

“gotham’s lost its way” ok trump

“thats not funny” SHUT UP PENNY YES IT IS

STOP SMOTHERING ARTHUR LET HIM BE FREE

“nobody ever saw me. even i didnt know if i really existed”

and

“you dont listen do you”

BOTH ARE MOODS

i feel them so hard

hes so sure of himself in this session

so angry and done and weary

“people are starting to notice” ALMOST A YEAR OF YOU BEING NOTICED

that green jumper omggg 

good luck getting me out of it pfffft 

“erika have you seen my - oh, there it is. never mind.”

want it back???? payment is kissessss

EW SEXIST COMEDIAN

arthur honey stop primping youre perfect <3 <3 <3 

im so so proud of youuuuu

COLLARBONEEEEEES

OMG HE STUMBLES UP THE STEPS DARLINGGG

I wish i could hold your hand while youre on stage and comfort you while you deliver your jokes

just breathe, darling. it’s okay. i’m here, i promise. <3 

every time you gag on your laughter my heart clenches

CRYINGGGGG

oh, my love, it’s okay. just breathe. dont fight it. dont fight yourself 

you’re so good at imitating your ma pfffft 

lmaoooo you’re so funny arthur 

WOO BOI DONT FLASH YOUR PORN PAGES AT THE AUDIENCE 

givin me ideas.... 

SMILE THOUGH YOUR HEART IS ACHING

SMILE EVEN THOUGH IT’S BREAKING 

WHEN THERE ARE CLOUDS IN THE SKY

YOU’LL GET BY

SMILE THROUGH YOUR FEAR AND SORROW

SMILE

AND MAYBE TOMORROW

YOULL SEE THE SUN COME SHINING THROUGH

arthur is my sunshine

EXCUSE ME HEART EYES OMGGGG

ME AND ARTHUR HEART EYESING AT EACH OTHER PFFFFFT 

gonna put people off their food doin that 

thats life

arthur’s imitations and those soft curls and the dancing and the - 

erika.exe has stopped working 

“come on dance with me”

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

i prefer the horizontal dance myself...

“big date”

“deliver the letter”

NARCISSISM 

ARTHUR YOU DESERVE BETTERRRRRRRRRR

IS IT BAD HIS EYEBROWS TURN ME ON?? SO THICK AND DARK AND STRONG I - 

and those eyes

ugh fuck meeee ~ 

yes thats an invitation

penny “needs care” but her handwriting is that neat???? yeah fuck off 

sorry i dont buy it

she was grooming him i think into some kinda husband role and its fucking gross as fuck she was abusing him and he just wanted her gone 

CUTE LIL NOSTRIL FLARES BC SAD AND ANGRY

OMG

his quiet anger scares me but i admire how he calmed down so fast

angry penguinnnnn

HE CARRIES HIS CLOWN NOSE AROUND IN HIS POCKET

CUUUUUUUTE

the similar clothing colours of arthur and bruce is v def intentional 

in another life, arthur....

i’m so sorry darling you deserved and deserve so much better

legit one small change in anything coulda prevented 80% of this film

your magic tricks are gorgeous ~ 

you’re so funny and soothing and comforting and so good with kids

you are the best party clown

I GASPED AT THE FLOWERS

like my server nameee ~ 

“hi” that soft noise 🥺

arthur’s hands on those bars omg 🥵🥵🥵

okay i’ll admit i still dont get the whole arthur/thomas thing lmao is he his dad???? ive seen this film 10000000 x and i still can’t decide.

i wanna say he is but like ??? idk ??

it’s tragic either way omg arthur’s wasted in gotham

ruuuun arthur run run runnnnnnnn 

the bg music isss 👌👌👌👌

arthur accidentally caused penny’s stroke bc med w/drawal but all that abuse, like ????? i get why he kept her sedated lmao i’d want her knocked out or smthn too

7 meds between the two of them, probably.... that might be why he wanted an increase???

you gotta lie, angel.

you’re in way over your head but lie

yeeees good boy!!

“a clown thing?“ lmaoooo tell them!!!

NO ITS EXIT ONLY

KINDA LIKE MY ASS LMAO NO ANAL FOR YOU 

he just wants love and comfort and for someone to stay omg you sweet thing 

you deserve the world and all the forehead kisses 

TURN THE TV OFF

TURN IT OFF

TURN IT - 

OH TOO LATE

arthurrrrr ~ 

its like a car crash lmao you know its coming but you cant stop looking

fuck off murrat

FUCK OFF SOME MORE

oooooooh thats a danger face....

lowkey want it between my thighs lmao use me to work out your frustrations i can take it 

“kill the rich” lmao relatable 

this film revealed to me that i have a flexible morality ksksksk im all for it though 

sleepy bb ~ 

“we are all clowns” ALSO RELATABLE

🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

arthurs thriving in the crowd omg yes baby looks so happy

flashes of joker comin throughhh... 

sneaky baby...

quick on his feet, light on his sense... 

tread lightly on my ground, (abba; andante)

THE RED THEATRE SUIT OMG FORESHADOWWWW

he looks good in red

he looks good out of red too 👀👀

that is the smile of the world’s most precious angel omg babyyyy ~ 

he makes me smile omg hes my sunshine

my love my life 

you saved my soul do you know that??? do you feel me and how much i love you? do you see me and these tears? 

do you feel me like i feel you?

ohhhhh boy here we go asdfdgfhgjhk arthur going to meet his dad, only asking for love and instead he gets punched in the face

i mean i get it bc of what arthur did to bruce with the whole hands in the mouth thing but bruce is barely mentioned, like an afterthought?

thomas has a nasty temper i wouldnt want him for a dad

thomas legit only mentions bruce after he’s punched arthur its like his only thought is really protecting himself and his rep with the whole penny thing

his son comes after; legit as he’s walking away he mentions bruce so hes obvs not that concerned????

shitty dad award lmao

not that what arthur did is okay im not excusing his admittedly misguided and lowkey creepy actions but like ????

lmao prob gonna get hate for this ^^ like i did last time i mentioned it but i dont care im allowed an opinion

too tired to care rn anyways pfffft its storming so bad outside and my wifi has dipped idk if this’ll save

c’mon wifi, for me... 

yes

arthur didnt have an attack til he got called crazy, its a trigger word for him 😭

oh baby its okay, deep breaths.

dont fight your laughter, that’ll make it worse 

the way he bounces back from that punch though - you know how to take it, dont you, my love?

you sweet thing.

i wish i could get you out of that fridge omg baby those old ones lock - how did you get out ????

meds are wearing off now.....

darling say no to the show lmao you dont wanna go

*facepalm*

every time i watch this i hope it turns out different

it never does

arthur honey dont ask questions you dont want the answers to

that clerk was protecting you not letting you see the file

that clerk and gary were the only ones nice to you

but it wasnt enough

you needed love and support and help and guidance 

and instead you got literal and metaphorical punches and no break

the hand puppet omgggg ~ 

i want him to play peekaboo with me when im sad/upset/make a hand puppet over my shoulder aszdxfcghvjbkn

ohhhhhh darling stop reading stop reading stop reading

put it down. 

this entire scene is confusing and heartbreaking

ive seen this film 10000000 x and im still not sure i fully understand

his laughing is so much like sobbing here

omg moonshine its okay you can cry. let it all out. 

newspaper clips in a real file???? mmmm - unprofessional or arthur’s manifestation of news??

🤔

we love pathetic fallacy in this house

i wanna get you in the shower and wash you down and feed you and wrap you in my warm embrace “i had a bad day”

my dark angel, it’s okay. i’m here. i love you and im staying with you no matter what

sophie was his last hope, his last chance to reconnect

again im not excusing it lmao but im saying i understand him

hes touching everything to experience it for the first time

he knows shes a daydream

hes self-aware but he needs his coping mechanisms

we all do it

not the breaking in, i mean the daydreaming 

“i had a bad day” shatters my black, shrivelled heart 💔💔💔💔💔💔

ohhh, darling.

istg you’re the only person i ever fucking coo at 

finger-guns = reconnecting = remember me see me

but i guess to sophie it came across as ominous/creepy??

poor arthur trying so hard to reconnect to people and he just cant do it he doesnt have the social know-how bc no one bothered to ever teach him

again im not saying its okay im just saying

lmao i hate how i always feel like i have to justify myself even before thats called into question pffft the internet is cruel and prev times ive voiced myself ive been sent rude messages and once bitten twice shy

the sword forgets but the tree remembers

hes sobbign and laughing and its gut-wrenching

that neighbour yelling “shut up” better catch these hands imma square up

have some compassion dickwad

you never know what someones going through so be kind

always always be kind

^^^ film takeaway right there

if looks could kill penny would be 6 feet under

OH WAIT LMAOOOO 😂😂😂😂😂😂

in killing her he sets himself free. but the trauma and the damage done to him leaves him open to more of the same bc hes so vulnerable

that heart-rate monitor went quiet so quickly did he tune it out????

OMG THE WAY HE REHEARSES FOR THE SHOW YOU SWEET MAN OMG YOU DESERVE THE WORLD

sir thats my seat lmao my throne of red

“yeah? all of you? okay” 🤡🤡🤡

us lining up to fuck him into next week 😂

THATS LIFEEEEE ~ 

the fuck kinda hair dye you usin’???

CHOKE ME W THOSE BICEPS

DANCIN TOGETHER IN THE BATHROOM

THOSE HIPS DONT LIEEEEE 👀👀

scissors = pre-med murder but triggered by “my boy” - term used by abusers. 

poor angel’s triggered by lots of things, i think. theres no telling what triggers his violence and thats what makes him dangerous

could be anything and theres also no telling what his “you wronged me” scale is so ??? 

he’s like a kicked dog... lashes out when hes had so much and wont/cant take anymore

“COMING” yeaaaaah i bet....👀

“i stopped taking my medication and i feel a lot better now” GET OUT GET OUT THATS A RED FLAG OUUUUUUUUUUT YOU GO

OOOOOH JOKER’S LAUGH IS OUT - HES MOCKING YOUUUU AND YOU DONT EVEN KNOW IT BOY’S SMARTICLES

this is why arthurs so dangerous. he looks lithe and weak and fragile but he takes down a man twice his size with scissors in one hit

do not underestimate him it’ll be the last thing you ever do

I WANNA LICK THE BLOOD OFF HIS FACE

BRITISH ACCENT ON POINT 

LMAO he’d so mock me for mine 😂

“you were the only one who was ever really nice to me” a moral codeeee; flexible morality like meeee ~ 

okay but he so made gary jump bc he knew gary was too scared to move otherwise

loooooving the gallows humour with the door lock PFFFT

gotham slept on arthur dude’s hilarious

OH OMH OMG OMGOMOMGOMGOMGOMGOKMG JOKER JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKER

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY LOVE MY LIFE MY CLOWN MY HUSBAND OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

IM CRYINGGGGGGGG

JOKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKER

I CANT BREATHE FUCK OMFFFFF LOOK AT HIIIIIIM

LOOOOOOOOOK LOOK LOOK ASZDXFCGVHJBKLKJHGFDSZDXFGHJHKJLKJHGFD

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MY LOVE MY LIFE MY JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKER

JOKERJOKERJOKER

LMAO HE’D BE GIGGLING AT ME RIGHT NOW OMGGGG

lmao let randall rot there fuck hiiiiiiim (and not in the fun way)

i want Joker to touch my clit like he did the lift button 👀

ohhhhh look at you having fun on the stairrrs

happy babyyyy ~ 

dancing  towards what you believe to be your death

so glad you changed your punchline at the last minute you didnt deserve to die

SWEET FLAWLESS ANGEL I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

his “oh” when the cops come lmaooooo ~ 

he does that when you grind down hard on him...👀

so used to pain he gets up from being hit by a car and carries on 😔

run baby run...

hes so agile and so quick on his feet

thinks fast too

arthur for fuck’s sake dont you dare stop

you’re almost there, my love.

im so so proud of you

SASSY DANCING ANGELLLL

i love that smug smirk he has and that chuckle omg lmaooooo ~ 

i’d do anything to see you look at me with such pride

ooof you look so angry in the subway but i’d happily cup your face in my hands and smother you in kisses

your eyes red rimmed with tears. youve been sweating and crying ohhhh ~ 

my love omg you didnt want this, you didnt want the riots and you dont know how it spun so outta control and you didnt choose this

i so desperately want to be with you right now

“i dont believe in anything” THATS OKAY I DIDNT NEED MY HEART ANYWAY

I MEAN ITS ALREADY YOURS BUT YOURE STANDING ON IT OUCH

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

“mm-hm” i love that little noise

“i love dr sally” BITCH YOU HAVE A WIFE AT HOMEEEE

“THATS WHAT YOU CALLED ME ON THE SHOW. A JOKER. DO YOU REMEMBER?” THATS SUCH A DANGEROUS LOOK ON HIS PERFECT FACE LMAO MURRAY HAD ONE CHANCE TO CHANGE HIS MIND AND APOLOGISE AND HE DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT LMAO

fuck ‘em, Joker.

You deserve better

GET

THAT

FUCKING

GUN

AWAY

FROM

YOUR 

FACE

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

all that pain in his eyes....

oh, darling. how did no one see you????

his backstage dancing got me 💦💦💦

hes so ethereal and mysterious, so free yet so constrained, so beautiful and so himself

i love him i love him i love him i love him

smile playing as he comes out on stage lmao even now hes being told what to do and how to act

hes never free

spinny baby

you spin me right round...

he suits the stage so well

lmao woop sexual assault (kissing dr sally without consent) isnt a good move Joker but damn what a first kiss...

never thought i’d be jealous of an elderly woman but here we are 🤡

he looks so good under the lights omg so crisp....

wanna mess and smear it uuuuup

~

you’re all being mocked and none of you fucking know it lmao get wrecked

memory problems bcof the notebook + “get it right” - he really cares

ohhhhhh baby come on change your punchline, come on....

okay but that drunk driver joke does make me giggle lmao it’s so out there and honestly my sense of humour is just as dark as his is

i just sHIVERED 🥵

“arthur” HE SAID CALL HIM JOKER DONT BE RUDE

ohhhhh i’m cryingggg 😭😭😭😭😭😭

i cant watch this without crying ohhhh all that pain, all that suffering and all that anger, confusion and betrayal. a mental breakdown on nat tv and no one sees him. how the fuck are you all so blind?????

“mur-rray” LMAO YOU FUCK MY NAME I FUCK YOURS

SAY IT JOKER IM SO SO PROUD OF YOUUU

hes speaking facts

“they couldnt carry a tune to save their lives” and that eye roll and groan yes we stan a dramatic CLOWN

this is fucking heartbreaking omg “i dont care about anything” but then he rants in the next minute - so unpredictable and dangerous and untamed but so so pretty in his pain so beautiful and so free

but hes not free... not really

“werewolf” as a verb omg only you could make that work

im so fucking proud of you

“youre awful murray” ooooooooh....

LMAO JOKER’S JOKE BLEW MURRAT’S MIND

hes crying and shaking and no one ??? sees him ???? how????

i legit dont understand how people just dont see him? people see what they wanna see but it’s right there???

he seems almost surprised by the fact he killed him

YES GRAB MY FACE LIKE YOU DID THE CAMERA PLEASE

IN THE WHITE ROOOOOOOOOM

UGH I LOVE THIS SONG SO FUCKING MUCH ITS SUCH A FEEL GOOD SONG

GOTHAM IS SO PRETTY WHEN ITS ON FIRE OMG ITS SO ALIVE

I LOVE THE ENERGY THIS SCENE GIVES OFF

ITS LIKE HOW JOKER HIMSELF MAKES ME FEEL

ALIVE

his little “hi” like they can hear him 🥺🥺🥺🥺

his laughter omggg sweet angelllllll ~ 

“i know. isn’t it beautiful?” YES IT IIIIIS

AND SO ARE YOU

OH NO OMG NO NO NOPEEEE

this scene always scares me even though i know hes okay pffffft 

the birth of joker lmao

be careful with him please hes precious cargo

omggg i wanna sit on that car and wipe his blood away and help him to get home so i can patch him up

lmao im a scaredy cat til my loved ones are threatened then i scare up this fawn bites

i wanna help Joker to get help and support

i wanna love him through it all, the good and the bad

his slow dancing always gets me omg it’s arthur, still there, still suffering, still unseen and unloved

hes crying and hes in pain

blood smile - my inside is on the outside now and it still hurts

he didnt want any of this. he chose his name ubt not what came with it

my poor clown...... 

CRYINGGGGGG AGAIN

HIS GENUINE LAUGHTER SENDS ME OMG ITS SO PRETTY

i wanna make him laugh like that

it always makes me smile omg those cute lil hiccups 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

THATS LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE

i love the audio muted during the scene he sings it omgg it’s so prettyyyy ~ i like to pretend hes singing to me sometimes asdfghjk

metaphorical or literal blood???

hes accepted who he is now.

hes free

dancing in the white light like an angel

i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i love hiiiiiiiiiim ~ 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

~ THE END ~

#erileck #self-shipping #lmao this was fun

[drinkingdeadpeopletea]

the "jester created the traveler" theory is fucking me up. it interested me how such a chaotic lover of pranks and dick pics was so soft-spoken and elegant in manner, what few physical features (chin, hand) described being angular or delicate. the way he speaks to and treats jester speaks of fondness and with a touch of indulgence. i never noticed until that theory, but there's a few similarities to marion. i'm freaking out

oh shiiiiiiiit the similarities to Marion hadn’t even occurred to me! jester being secretly a baby god who created the Traveler as a manifestation of her own divine power is one of my favorite theories that I don’t think would actually happen in canon but is just so much FUN to think about!!!!!

#critical role #Anonymous #jester

[hoardofhyperfixations]

Powerful Chapter 9: Prince

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

Warnings: homophobia, use of the word f*ggot as a slur, Remus being Remus so it gets kinda ick

Pairings: Mostly Dukeceit, hints of prinxiety, background Logicality for this chapter

Summary: Remus joins the party! Use "Flirt" on Dee? *Yes *No

Notes: Congrats to @paranovigilant for guessing Remus' power correctly! He's...not subtle with how he uses it.

Loud shrieks filled the air, which caused a crooked grin to spread across his face.

Remus surveyed his brother's friends; Patton was still there in all his good-two-shoes-ness, and was that Logan Trams?

If he remembered correctly, that was the guy Patton wanted to bone.

There was a guy with dark eyeshadow under his eyes and was leaning into Roman, and another with curly brown hair, mismatched blue and green eyes, and a large burn mark taking up the left half of his face.

Ooo, he looks fun!

"Remus!" Roman hissed. "How the hell did you get in?"

"The normal way?" Remus scoffed, green eyes never leaving the scarred boy.

He was cute.

"I was just down by the door." Eyeshadow-dude said, looking confused. The cute guy nodded in agreement, apparently thinking Remus had meant walking through the front door like an absolute cowardly loser of a person.

"No, stupid, I climbed through the window. Geez, Ro, why are your friends so dumb?" Remus stretched his arms, yawning.

"You climbed through my window?" Logan demanded.

"Ugh." Roman groaned, rubbing his face. Remus grinned. "Guys, this is my brother, Remus. He's...well..."

"Hi, Remus!" Patton waved, used to his shenanigans already so he was unaffected. Remus waved back.

"Hi, puppy!" He chirped back, sticking out his tongue out at him and showing off his tongue piercing.

Logan narrowed his eyes in response but said nothing.

Ooo, drama much? Someone's jealous.

"I'm Logan Trams." Logan introduced.

"So I've heard." Remus winked at Patton.

"Does everyone here just automatically know who I am or something?" Logan huffed.

"Virgil." Eyeshadow-dude moved on, completely ignoring Logan. "Uh, nice to meet you, I guess…"

"Raccoon." Remus nodded thoughtfully.

"..." Cute-scar-guy said nothing. Remus frowned.

"Aren't you gonna introduce yourself?" They met eyes for a moment.

"Dee." He blurted, cutting eye contact quickly. "I, um, like your hair."

"Aw, thanks!" Remus beamed. "I like your scar!"

Dee frowned but said nothing in reply.

"Hey, Rem, maybe not the best thing to say." Roman elbowed him in the ribs.

"You guys are all so boring!" Remus whined, pouting a bit and kicking his feet up on Logan's lap. "So, what exactly are we talking about? Mutilation, hopefully?"

-

Remus plopped down beside Dee at lunch, directly across from his brother, who he promptly kicked under the table for no reasons other than he could and he wanted to.

"Hey, double D." He said, nudging Dee lightly with his arm. "What's up?"

Dee looked...surprised? Why would he be surprised?

"What? You look like you saw a ghost or somethin'." He smirked, resting his elbow on Dee's shoulder for fun.

"Oh, um, I'm fine." Dee muttered. "I just, uh, don't get asked that a lot."

Remus licked Dee's scar in response.

Dee squeaked a bit, leaning away and flushing bright red all the way up to the tips of his ears.

"What the hell?"

"You taste like salt."

"That's called sweat."

"Ah. Fun fact: dolphins have sex for pleasure, but they don't get sweaty!"

"Thank you for that vital information." Dee answered, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Wow, now that was a good look for him.

Remus definitely wanted to get in his pants.

Dee went back to picking at the school lunch. Remus looked at it and pulled a face, over dramatically gagging. Even he knew it was nasty.

Looks like rat vomit with blood and boogers and shi-

He set down his neon green lunch box with a black outline of a clicker villain's mustache on it.

"Fuck that," Remus nudged Dee, "you can eat some of my lunch. That looks like when you throw a guinea pig up into the air but the ceiling fan catches it and hurls it against the wall full force and hits a cockroach on the way down."

This is how you flirt, right?

He'd have to ask Roman later.

"Oh." Dee said softly. "Thank you. I like your lunch box."

"Thanks! I like your ass!"

"Oh…"

-

As it turned out, Remus had a few classes with Dee.

Which was perfect, especially gym since he got to check him out in the changing room.

And apparently Dee had the same train of thought since he was almost 100% staring at Remus when he took off his puke green t-shirt.

"Eyes up here, Big D." Remus teased, even though Dee was a decent amount shorter than him. The boy next to Dee made a face and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'faggot'.

Ah.

Remus narrowed his eyes.

Is that a walking piece of shit I see?

The boy shoved past Dee.

It is!

"Hey!" Remus jogged over and tapped W.P.O.S. Boy on the shoulder, grinning as his bare fingers made direct contact with the other's skin.

Perfect.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, nevermind. I thought you were someone else." Remus lied through his teeth, turning back around and pulling on his black tank top and green shorts. Dee had already changed, and damn if Remus wasn't going to admire his ass in those black shorts.

He had other things to do at the moment, sauntering out the locker room door after the boy. He waited impatiently for Dee to come out as well, quiet as ever, before he snapped his fingers and the boy's eyes turned the same shade of forest green as his own.

This will be fun.

"PENIS!" He shouted as he stood up straight. "VAGINA! ASSHOLE! FUCK! PUSSY! I'M A HOMOPHOBIC PIECE OF SHIT!" He twirled and danced like a ballerina with a broken foot who had her eyes gouged out and stuffed down her throat. Remus kept his hand hidden as it guided the boy's movements. "I HAVE A TINY, TINY, MINISCULE PENIS! FUCK! SHI-"

"Rodney!"

"SHIIIIIIIIT!" The boy, Rodney exclaimed one last time before blinking hard and slouching, eyes returning to brown. "I-"

"Rodney, to the principal's office right now!" Mr. Orick snapped, writing Rodney a pass quickly and handing it to him.

Dee was covering his mouth to stifle a snorting laugh, which Remus considered a huge success.

"Geez, I wonder what his deal was." Remus said, admiring his sloppily painted black nails. They were already chipping.

"I don't know, but he seemed like a jerk anyway." Dee said, messing with the gloves he'd kept on. That was pretty weird.

"Why do you have those gloves on?" Dee tensed. Remus didn't really notice. "They're cool! But why?"

"I don't...wanna talk about it-"

"Why not? Oh, are they burnt like your face? Are they all crispy and black like overcooked French fries? Do they look like burnt pans? Or twigs from a forest fire?" Remus continued, looking up at the ceiling as he rambled on, thinking up different ways burnt up fingers could look. "Or maybe they're all red and bubbly, like-"

"Remus." Dee hissed, glaring at him. "That's enough." He scooted away, looking away. Was he uncomfortable?

Remus frowned.

Was it something he said? Did he do something wrong?

He lifted his arm and sniffed his armpit.

No, he'd actually showered today--and with soap!--so the smell wasn't it.

At least not this time.

"Sorry?"

"..." Back to the quiet? The silence Remus so desperately hated?

Oh, blood coated booger teeth! And things were going so well.

So much for flirting...

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Elfster gift exchange!

Yeah. I know I'm posting it late, but I swear the intended person got it! @just--another--daydreamer requested I post it so that its catalogued? I think? [Wtf is a masterlist???]

@theauthorishere is who it was for, and they were very thankful and nice and we are now (I think) friends. So- yeet.

I yawn and stretch my legs out underneath my- sorry, our, blanket. Peter beside me stirs and flops an arm over me.

"Petey.. Bunny, come on, I have to get up, the oven went off, do you want the cocoa to boil over?"

Peter mumbles into the small of his back, tiny words of protest.

"If you get up and come to the kitchen I'll even get you a cup," I say, slipping out of Peter's loose grip, getting up off of the ground in front of the fireplace.

I nearly hit the tree in the process, a string of profanities leaving his mouth as I try not to stumble over wrapped presents. Peter snorts from the blanket, scooting closer to the warm fire.

I sigh, looking at Peter with a little giggly eye roll before silently stepping to the kitchen. I head straight (pfftt) towards the island where I had placed the cups, gently weaving my fingers through the handles. Slowly, I opened the oven to see the cocoa a golden brown, with small bubbles here and there. With a wiff of the delicious aroma, I slide the rack (*cackles* IM SORRY) out of the oven, quickly grabbing the cocoa and setting it on the stove right above.

Peter comes waddling in, the blanket draped around his shoulders and dragging on the floor behind him, a pillow on the end. He pulls a stool out, slowly sliding into it before gently faceplanting onto the counter.

I laugh, slidiby the cups onto the stove. Shaking my head, I grab a ladle from the drawer next to the dishwasher, slamming it closed just to see Peter jump up. Now I cackle, pointing at him as I skim through the cocoa, rich and thick. If I wasnt hungry before, I am definitely, now. And so is Peter, who sniffs the air violently.

When I get it all adorned with whipped cream, I grab two spoons, sliding my socks along the floor until I pass by Peter.

"Hey!" He gets up tripping on the blanket beneath him and falling just before my ankles.

"Well, now you know why you shouldnt wear a cape," I say, holding the cups up and sliding into the living room, setting one on the coffee table and setting myself onto the floor in front of the fireplace.

I can hear Peter bumbling around the kitchen, before I hear a victorious 'a-HA!', and heavy footfalls. He slips, and I can see him go ass over teakettle right next to the couch, a bottle of sprite flying up out of his hand and landing on his crotch.

"How, in all of the universe, that you, Spider-Man- the most graceful superhero that can predict life threatening situations- are the most clumsy man I have ever met," I ask, taking a bite of the whipped cream in the cup on my lap. He grumbles something, rolling over and crawling the rest of the way until getting to his cup on the table.

Peter digs in, without the spoon that is in his cup, getting it on his nose. I look at him like hes insane, but he shovels more into his mouth and I think his nose.

He looks up at me with a dead-eye stare, whipped cream and cocoa on his face, and slowly says, "So there I was, barbeque sauce on my tiddies."

"What the fuck, Richard," I say, not missing a beat.

He looks at me, and I send back the soulless stare. We both spit into laughter, tears coming from my eyes, whipped cream from Peter's nose.

He grabs his cup, shuffling over to me with the blanket under his knees. When he sits down, he becomes a human pretzel, contorting his body into the criss-cross. Then, he starts using his spoon, wiping his face off periodically on his sleeve.

When I finish just before him, he takes my cup and sets it on the table, before he scarfs it down and sets it next to mine.

"Hey Friday, put on Die Hard, please!"

"Of course, Peter."

He hoists me up when the opening scene of the best Christmas movie of all time begins, throwing me onto the couch before following suit and fish-floppiing next to me.

Peter quotes a bunch of lines while he combs his hands through my hair while I lean onto his shoulder. But, after about 20 minutes, I get.. Bored. As one does, of course, but... Its Christmas, and even Santa needs some sugar, right?

Slowly, I slide down to Peter's stomach, setting my shoulderblade over his crotch, rubbing it in. He laughs, and looks down on me, slinking his fingers through my hair and cradling my skull. But, he moves me over and flops onto my chest, making me wheeze out an 'oomph!'

"Oh, what? So youd assume youd be on top," I jokingly wheeze out.

"Well? Would I be wrong?"

"Well, not right now because holy shiiiiiiiit, get the fuck off of me-"

He laughs, setting his elbows up next to my shoulders and relieving the weight on my chest.

"How is skin-and-bones seven hundred fucking pounds? Huh? Fuckin hell, man." I put my arms around his neck and breathing it right into his ear. He laughs into mine, swinging his other leg over my body.

He leans up, gently looking into my eyes before taking my lips, quickly.

"If I hadnt eaten earlier, I would be ravenus. For now, I'll settle for starving," he says, holding onto the sides of my face. I push up off of the couch, right into his lips.

Peter licks my lips, eager to get in. I open them, pushing my tongue against his, fighting for dominance. After not long, he wins, shoving in and exploring every space and crevice in my mouth with his sweet-tasting tongue.

My hands travel around to his chest, sliding down and hooking the hem of his shirt with my fingers. He breaks for air, panting.

"Off," I demand, pulling at his shirt and kneading his stomach with my palms. He agrees, quickly stripping his off as I unbuckle his pants.

As soon as its off, he comes back and ravages my lips, letting me feel his muscles and snake my hands down to his underwear. I palm his semi-hard cock, letting him groan into the kiss. He abandoned my waist, where his hands were, and pulled down my pyjama bottoms. His mouth moved to my neck, where he could leave loving whispers and careless love-marks as he pulled my bottoms and underwear off the rest of the way.

I feel his hands on my bare bottom, squeezing and pulling at my skin. He breathes into my ear, groaning when I slip my hand into his boxers, pulling out his dick.

Slowly, I start to rub up and down the length of it, and he pokes a single finger into me.

"H-Holy shit," I breath into his neck, pulling myself into his body.

"My room," he declares, suddenly hoisting me up and going down the hallway. He stumbles every so often, giving me a chance to capture his lips, until he reaches his door.

"I swear, our life is like a movie," I breath, laughing into his hair as he sucks on my collarbone, slamming me into the door, eagerly fumbling with the handle.

The door slams open, and we fall to the ground. Peter adjusts his hands to my thighs, and I laugh.

"[M/n] I swear to the gods, if you do not get that shirt off by the time I get the lube, im fucking you into the ground," he growls, getting up and running over to his bedstand, digging through it.

I stand up and close the door, locking it before anyone decides to get curious. I feel rough hands on my hips pulling me towards their waist.

"Shirt off. Now, kitten," Peter growls in my ear.

I feel shivers all the way up my back, and obediently pull my shirt off. He shoves me up against the door, pulling my legs apart and angling my hips.

I feel a cold substance on my hole, and I think its just lube. Until it starts swirling around me and I realise that both of Peter's hands are still on my waist. He pushes my tongue past my ring, licking and pushing around my insides.

I let out a breathy moan, trying to not cum. He releases a hand from my waist, trailing down my leg until it lets go, and he starts to rub himself. My hands find their way back into his har, pushing his head, and tongue, deeper.

Suddenly, he leaves me, hands and tongue, making me whine out in protest. But, I dont have much time to protest because suddenly he slams into my under-stretched hole, making me scream in pleasure and pain. He sits still for a while, letting me catch my breath.

"'And it is with great irony that one of the worlds most desired and cherished pleasures, brings its worst pain'-" I pant, "Jackson O., nicknamed T.D."

"I fucking love your quotes, kitten," Peter moans into my ear, starting up a rough and uneven pattern.

I feel his whole length reaching into me, scraping against my insides. He pulls me up from the door, locking my body to his with webbing, and plays with my nipples, pulling on my piercings, making me mewl.

I try to reach down and stroke myself, or hold Peter's hand against my waist, or anything, but he swats them away, biting into my neck and leaving me a moaning mess.

He picks up my legs with one hand, sweeping them to the side as he quickly walks us over to his bed, him fumbling around underneath the pillows for something. A brown box is pulled into my peripheral vision, and he pulls out a pair of handcuffs. My hands are brought above my head, and he loops the cuffs around the headboard, clicking the cuffs into place.

( 1699 words.eeeeeeeey-)

He spreads my legs out as far as they can go, spreading me apart, before ramming into me at an alarming pace, making the bed creak and hit against the wall. I turn into a mess of pleasured sobs, moans, and screams, while Peter grunts, and only lets out his soft, breathy moans every once in a while.

Peter hits this one spot that makes me yell out.

"Peter! Right- right there-"

"Got it," he grumbles.

He positions there and only there, striking it hard with every thrust.

My cock finds the bedsheets to rut against, and Peter pushes so forcefully that I find myself spasming out, cumming over my stomach. He keeps going, making me ride out the orgasm.

He really wasn't kidding when he said he was going to fuck me into the ground. His pace is relentless, and I can feel the webs sticking to my back and to his chest. Peter doesnt touch my cock at all, instead favouring my hard nipples, pulling at my piercings and twisting them this way and that. With how much he's hitting my prostate, I'm sure to cum again soon, no matter how much stamina he has.

True to my thoughts, Im soon spasming into the sheets again, breathless and getting closer and closer to over-stimulation.

But Peter keeps going, sometimes slapping my thighs or biting into my neck. Somewhere in it, the webs dissolved, and he started to mark up my back, leaving bleeding bites and blooming bruises and hickeys.

What felt like seconds had been going on for seconds had probably ben going for hours. After around I-don't-know-the-number-th time I had came, I had looked to the window, seeing the morning rays in the window.

I clenched, pushing against Peter and squeezing him until I could make him cum for the second time. [Because I had seen the cum in his jeans when they first started.]

Peter continued his relentless pace, not stopping or adjusting. But when he hit my prostate one final time before I came, I locked my legs behind me, squeezing around him as I curled in on myself, finally too tired to continue and too weak, he had came. He had shook as he held his hand over both my own, holding my hips as tight as he could and bottoming out, pushing all of it into me.

When I let go of him, satisfied with how it had went, I was almost completely limp on the bed, save for my ass still in the air from where Peter had angled it.

But I hear Peter shuffling around in that box of his, and I suddenly feel a very cold and large thing slip past my entrance, making me shiver. I feel him put leather straps around and on it, clasping it tightly.

"Now if you can keep this on until New Years," he says, a glint of humour in his voice, "Then youve got a suprise."

And thats it! excuse my terrible writing I was in front of my cem'ya so yea-

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Gentle Rain (Part Seven)

Title: Gentle Rain

Warm Rain Series

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Author: Gumnut

26 - 27 Jan 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.

Word count: 2017

Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline.

Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.

Author’s note: For Scribbles97 Thank you all for all your support on this fic. You are wonderful.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

Virgil could never be anything but awed at the power of Mother Nature. The massive swirl of cloud beneath them was one hell of a spectacle. Of course, it wasn’t his first cyclone or hurricane, he had tackled many over the years, but each one had its own character.

And this one was big and angry.

“We’re looking at a category four, verging on five.” John hovered above the dash, sitting rather than his usual float due to his being earthbound. “Be careful.” A frown. “And incidentally, your brother is an idiot.”

“Hey!” This from Gordon in the co-pilot’s seat.

John raised an eyebrow in his younger brother’s direction. “I was referring to your big brother. Scott just ran himself into a wall.”

Virgil was calculating his descent trajectory as the scanner located the fishing trawler floundering in the storm below. His head shot up. “What?!”

“Don’t worry, Kayo’s got him. He’s fine. Update you when you get back.”

“Thanks for that, John.” His tone dripped sarcasm.

“Not a problem.” The red head smirked. “Seriously, he’s fine.” In the background, a woman yelled, “You bloody idiot!” Another arched eyebrow. “Assuming our guest doesn’t kill him.”

Virgil had to grin at that. “Beginning descent now.”

“Copy that.” John’s image flickered out leaving Virgil to concentrate on flying into the cyclone.

-o-o-o-

Em had a split second to see a room with a view, a massive Christmas tree, a desk and some portraits before her eyes latched on her patient barrelling up out of a central sunken lounge area directly into a stonework wall on the other side of the room.

He clipped his prone and broken leg causing the hoverchair to slew sideways, sending his entire left and damaged side into the stonework.

The room froze in shock.

Then she was moving.

Her hand activated the ‘scoot’s controls in her palm and she zipped around the curvature of the lounge and was at his side in a moment.

“Scott?” She lowered herself, reaching for him.

His eyes scrunched closed, but his right hand was reaching for his left arm. “Ouch.” A blink, one eye opened and looked up at her. “Em?”

She stared at him. Her eyes tracked the length of his body, checking for further injury. “Are you okay?” She vaguely registered Kayo approaching from behind.

He wriggled in his seat as if checking. “Uh, yeah. I think so.” An amused glance in her direction. “How are you?”

“How am I?” Her voice was faint even in her ears. His blue eyes sparkled up at her and the butterflies in her stomach went feral. She lost it. “You bloody idiot! How am I? What the hell do you think you are doing? Do you have any bloody idea how close you came to dying under that hotel? My god, Scott!”

The expression on his face faltered and he straightened up. His brow furrowed as he appeared to finally fully register her presence.

“It was an accident.”

“What the hell were you doing? You can fly a Thunderbird, but you can’t steer a bloody hover chair?”

“Well, when you put it like that.” But his eyes latched onto her hoverscoot and he paled...for all of two seconds before looking up at her again. “Nice to finally meet you.” The smile returned.

She spun on the spot and, turning her back to him, made her way around the lounge and out toward the view. She would be of better mind if she didn’t have to contend with his charm.

Goddamnit, he’d scared her. And it scared her how much he had scared her with such a simple moment. She couldn’t afford to be vulnerable right now. Too much to contend with. Maybe she shouldn’t have come. No, she definitely shouldn’t have come. She should have holed up at home and rebuilt her shields.

Behind her she heard a quiet Kayo. “You know she’s right. You are a bloody idiot.”

Okay so that made her smile just a little.

The sea breeze whipped up from the ocean below and she used it to calm her frazzled nerves. Closing her eyes, she forced her muscles to relax, slowed her beating heart and took a moment to just be.

The whir of his hoverchair slipped up beside her. “Can we start again?”

A swallow, keep it together. “I guess.” She turned and looked down at him. He was all calm and politeness. A moment and she offered her hand. “Hi, I’m Em Harris. Very pleased to meet you.”

He took her hand in a firm grip, his skin warm. That smile appeared again, but it was softer and more genuine. “Scott Tracy. And I’m very happy to finally meet you.” His voice was as soft as his smile and she found herself drowning in his eyes.

She mentally shook herself, fighting the current. He still had her hand. “Are you going to introduce me to your brother or do I have to guess which one he is?”

He started at that and let her hand drop, peering over his shoulder. “John, come here.”

The tall and slim red head rolled his eyes and stood up from behind the desk, walking over to join them on the balcony. He dipped his head in greeting and she was stunned by the flicker of green in his eyes. What was it with the Tracy genes? Primed for gorgeous eyes?

“Em, this is my middle brother, John Tracy.”

She held out her hand and he took it gently. His skin was softer than Scott’s, but equally as warm. “I’m very pleased to meet you.”

John’s smile was much more subtle than Scott’s as well. “Likewise. Welcome to Tracy Island.” His eyes darted back to the desk. “Please excuse me, I’m on duty.” He took a step back inside before turning back to his brother. “You might want to give Em a tour, Scott.”

To her surprise, Scott started and blinked. “What? Oh, yes, of course.” He shot her a smile, but it was distracted.

She frowned.

But suddenly that genuine soft smile was back and he held out a hand. “Shall we?”

Turning to look back into the lounge, she spotted Kayo. The woman smiled at her and nodded. Okay, in for a penny, in for a pound. At least if she was following him around he wasn’t colliding with any more walls.

She reached out and took that hand.

It was still wonderfully warm.

“Lead on.”

-o-o-o-

Virgil clung to the yoke as the cyclone attempted to throw his ‘bird into the ocean and she fought against the howling wind. It wouldn’t have been a problem if he had been flying straight, but he had to hover and collect the module. His brother and the surviving fishermen were relying on him.

A nasty downdraft slapped them again and the ocean beneath attempted to reach up and grab him from the sky.

His clearance was limited by the length of his grapples and the swell was massive. He had managed the drop off easily enough, the module hitting the surface and rapidly submerging to a safe level where TB4 could disembark. The module’s inbuilt engines and pumps kept it stable in the depths awaiting Gordon’s return.

The aquanaut, with some swearing over the comms, had been able to save the three fishermen before their trawler took a plunge under the next mountainous wave. They all ended up wet, Gordon ended up furious, and now they were safe in the module, awaiting pickup just below the surface.

But the winds were hell, Virgil was tired, and, if he was honest, afraid. This was the one scenario with module deployment that had him scared he may not be able to do it. Mainly because if he couldn’t, his brother could be lost. It all relied on Virgil catching that module in heaving seas and howling winds.

He wrenched on the yoke again and the whole right side of his ribcage twinged. Great. He did not have time for this.

“Whenever you are ready, Virgil.”

He grit his teeth. “Doing my best, Gordon. This is a cyclone after all.”

“FAB.” At least his brother sounded suitably admonished.

He shunted altitude control over to autopilot, upped sensory response to wind velocity and took aim. Three green targets almost immediately. The fourth failed and within a second or two the other three followed and he had to reset the system.

Again.

An exhaled breath, his chest tight.

Two targets green, two red and targets lost.

“Goddamnit!”

He had to do this.

Reset.

Aim.

One target green.

‘C’mon.”

Three.

And four!

He fired.

They stayed green.

Oh, thank god. He immediately set the pumps in the module to shedding water as the grapples started pulling her to the surface. He had to be fast because his ‘bird was now chained to the swell and she rose and dipped alarmingly as the autopilot calculated the distances.

He could almost feel the pumps grinding away below sloshing water, desperately doing their best to free the module of saltwater.

Of course, this was the very moment the ocean decided to throw a wall of that water at him. Suddenly his entire view was wrapped in turbulent whites and greys, TB2’s own spotlights lighting it up for all to see.

Shiiiiiiiit!

He yanked on the yoke and TB2 screamed at the sudden power surge. Module Four was ripped from the ocean surface still half full, and caught immediately by the gale force cross winds. He struggled to gain altitude as the autopilot failed to compensate, desperate to clear the mountain of water bearing down on them.

He almost made it.

Water rushed across the bow of his ‘bird, splashing the rain off his viewports. VTOL flickered, but it was the extra weight on the cables that set the dash screaming at him. There was suddenly a good twenty to thirty metres of saltwater between Thunderbird Two and her flailing module. Unbalanced, continually moving and heavy.

He froze the retrieval, desperate to relieve the strain on the grapples and let the wave move past.

It took forever.

Red lights strobes at him. Grapple two registered a loss of grip momentarily, scaring the bejesus out of him, before locking in green again.

Time hung in terror.

And the swell moved on.

Module Four swung once again in the gale.

Virgil struggled to take a breath.

The pumps churned out the remains of the saltwater as Two finally gained the necessary altitude, fighting the winds best enough to once again draw up and nest the module in her belly.

Heart still pounding, Virgil kicked in the rear thrusters and pushed her towards the cloud ceiling, breaking through finally into the clear air above.

The sudden absence of turbulence was startling.

Once free and steady, he programmed the autopilot to send them to Broome, a matter of minutes away, and took a moment for himself.

Oh god.

His heart was beating against his breastbone. He felt he couldn’t breathe in enough oxygen.

Alone in the cockpit, he dropped his head towards his knees, ignoring the pain in his side at the position. He took strong steadying breaths, desperate to calm himself down.

“Virgil? Virgil!”

Gordon rushed over, but the engineer managed to get himself upright before his brother reached him. “I’m fine. ‘S okay.”

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks.” The sarcasm was there, but the energy wasn’t.

“Are you sure, you’re okay?” Gordon was frowning at him.

A deep breath that didn’t quite feel deep enough, but it got strength back into his voice. “I’m fine. I should be asking you that question.”

“Oh, that was some ride, Virg. We will need to replenish the sick bags in Four, though.”

Virgil stared at his brother. Did he have any idea how close it had been?

Gordon stared back. “What?”

“This is Broome International Airport calling Thunderbird Two. You are clear for approach.”

He blinked and turned back to his console.

Dump the dumb fishermen and go home.

That was all he had to do.

And ignore his trembling hands.

-o-o-o-

End Part Seven.

Part Eight

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #scott tracy #virgil/kayo #scott/oc #scott/em #warm rain #gentle rain

[fics-for-my-heart]

Bumping into You

Summary: When running late for work the last thing you need is to ruing your shirt with coffee

Requested by: @basically-run

Work count: 1138

A/N: Eyy my first request. Also my first time adding a name. Hope you like it Tessa ☺️

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” The first words that left your mouth when your landline rang, causing you to fall out of the bed.

“Tessa where are you? The meeting was suppose to start twenty minutes ago and you aren’t here?” Mel, your assistants voice was panicked as she spoke fast.

You pressed the home button on your phone, which failed to light up. “I forgot to plug my phone in so I didn’t get any alarms. Awesome.” You ran your hand over your face. “Tell everyone to take an early lunch, I’ll be there as soon as I can and we can start the meeting.”

“Alright. See you soon.” She seemed a little calmer now as she hung up.

Being the CEO for one of the local talent agency meant crazy hours and last night you didn’t get home till well after three and went straight to sleep. Today was suppose to be a big meeting on the upcoming additions to the talent roster. All the main agents cleared their schedules to be there.

You flopped back on your bed with a groan, draping your arm over your eyes taking the moment to finish waking up before plugging in your phone. Ten missed calls from Mel and so many texts. With a sigh, you cleared your notifications and went to the bathroom to shower and get ready. Thirty minutes later you made your way out the door, opting to stop for some coffee on the way.

“Mocha Iced Latte for Tessa!” The barista called, pulling you from the email you were typing. Grabbing your drink you turned on your toes, running right into a solid mass, coffee going all over you as you start to loose your balance.

“Holy crap ma’am, I’m so sorry!” The mass said, hands out to catch you.

“Shiiiiiiiit.” The profanity falls from your lips for the second time this morning as you grip onto the stranger.

He helps steady you as another figure starts grabbing napkins. When you look up and meet beautiful brown eyes that vaguely seemed familiar. “Are you okay?” He asked, still gripping your arms.

“Physically. Yes. My pride might be a little damaged. You adjust yourself, getting a look at your clothes, grimacing . “And my shirt.”

“Here, mate.” The person who had grabbed napkins said to the other.

“Thanks.” He said handing them to you. “I don’t know how much help these will be but here.” His smile was soft as his face was etched with worry.

You took the napkins, blotting at your shirt with no results. “Well, as least hating hot coffee has finally com in handy. Good thing I keep some extra clothes in my office.” You joke, watching as an employee mops the mess.

“Let me buy you replacement.” He says, going to the counter before you can stop him.

“So, hero, might as well tell me your name. For insurance purposes.” You joke again when he came back. /Tessa cool it with the jokes goodness/

He blushed. “I’m Tom, this is my mate Harrison.” He points at the person who had gotten the napkins.

You extended a hand, “I’m Tessa.”

“Tessa.” Tom spoke, shaking your hand in return with a bright smile and made your heart flutter.

Just as you were about to speak, the barista called Toms name.

“Well, Tessa.” He said again, liking how it felt. “It was lovely to meet you, hope to bump into you soon.”

“You to Tom. Harrison.” You nodded as you got in your car. Taking a moment to file his beautiful face in your mind before heading to the office.

“Thank goodness you- what happened!?” Mel’s eyes bugged out of her head as she took in your clothing.

“There’s was a minor accident in the coffee shop.” You shrug, motioning for her to close the door and blinds while you turned to the closet. “I turned right into another customer and my coffee went everywhere.” You buttoned up a fresh shirt and tucked it into your skirt. “But that’s just how my days been going. What time will everyone be back?”

“Around two.” She said, setting a sandwich that she seemed to magically make appear, on your desk. “Give you brought time to eat and get everything set up.”

“Thank you. You’re a lifesaver.” You smile at her as she takes a seat.

“So, was he cute.”

“Hmm?” You questioned around a bite of food.

She rolled her eyes. “The person you ran into. You’re face was still flushed and you had a strange smile on your face when you came in. Spill the beans Tess!”

“So handsome. His eyes were such a beautiful dark brown, and his hair was just as dark, his jaw line, wooo, and he was such a gentleman. He got me a new drink almost instantly and made sure I was okay.”

“Did you get his number?” She looked like a high schooler enjoying her bffs crush drama.

“Sadly I didn’t. But.” You tapped you head. “Hos face is forever right here.”

Mel sighed, shaking her had before patting her legs. “Well that’s silly. Eat, we have to get setup before everyone gets back.”

Fifteen minutes later every spot at the conference table had a folder containing pictures and information on the newcomers.

“Mel, can you set up the PowerPoint while I run and get my phone?”

She nodded and took over while you headed down the hall, stopping to talk to a few employees along the way. Once you got to your office, you gave yourself a once over, making sure everything was in place before grabbing your phone. You were in the middle of responding to a text when you ran right into someone.

“Jesus.” You yelped, being caught once again. The hands on your arm lifted you with as much ease as the once from this morning.

“I mean, I’ve become your savior but I prefer Tom.” The all too familiar voice spoke causing your head to snap up to the face.

“Tom.” You squeaked. “What are you doing here?”

“I have a meeting with my new agent.” He laughed nervously, leaning against the wall.

Suddenly everything came rushing back and your eyes grew wide. “Oh my god. Wait.” You whispered, pulling him into your office so no one could see your momentary freak out. “Oh my goodness I’m so sorry.”

His confused face was adorable. “For what?”

“I wasn’t fully awake this morning when we first met.” You extended your hand again. “I’m Tessa, the CEO, and I hope us bumping into each other doesn’t deter you from joining us.”

He shook your hand again, eyes beaming. “If anything it makes me what to be here even more if it means I can keep bumping into you.”

A blush chuckle consumed your face. “Well, welcome to the team.”

#tom holland #request #blurb #tom

[hairringtonsteve]

Could you do headcannons for Billy Hargrove based on the song "I like me better" by Lauv (I really love your headcannons for asking you out, I find it very realistic depiction of his character)

DUDE YOU HAVE FUCKING WRECKED ME WITH THAT SONG HOLY SHIIIIIIIIT yes yes yes yes yes yes here we  g o 

if billy thought about it too much, he’d make himself sick 

he knew that he should want to be a better person because it was the right thing to do 

but

like

he just didn’t care about that

he really didn’t 

the only reason he even bothered trying to not be a prick was because of you 

he likes himself a hell of a lot more with you around 

he’s all hard edges while you’re just soft touches 

he’s a whirlwind of anger and hate 

while you’re there with your calming voice that makes him stop 

you were the first person that he could just be with 

that he wouldn’t ditch the second he came 

the two of you would just lay there, shoulder to shoulder in the quiet 

his mind didn’t race around as much when you were near, either 

for the first time in a long time, it was quiet 

eventually, the voice would start up again 

whispering that he was no good for you and that you didn’t deserve his pile of shit

which you didn’t 

but then again 

you didn’t look at it like that 

billy needed your help

and you planned to offer it in some way or another 

was it healthy?

probably not 

but the two of you were in it together

and it was weird for him 

he found himself not drinking as much at parties because you didn’t like him when he got drunk like that 

he started looking at colleges and studying more 

because you made him think about a future that extended beyond the palm of his father’s hand 

he even softened up towards max after you ripped him a new one about how he treated her 

he was easing up and you were encouraging it 

he still fought and got too angry 

and sometimes you weren’t there to cool him down 

but he still liked himself more when he was with you

my writing as many headcanons as fast as possible 1k follower celebration is still going on! send them in!

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things 2 #reader insert #stranger things fic #stranger things headcanon #mmpmaple