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justarandomhelluvablog · 6 months

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alright it's official I'm rooting for Ozzie/Fizz/Blitz/Stolas polycule 👍

"You've lived rent-free in Fizz' head for years, so I can't help feel he values your take on things." - Ozzie going to Blitz for backup

"Well, my special skills are killing things without giving fucks and pointing out people's flaws... alright, count me in!" - Blitz being Blitz

"Come on, it's just like old times. I'll make sure no one gives you shit today." || "You mean besides you?" -Blitz & Fizz banter gives me life

Fizz covering Blitz' ass after Blitz insults Mammon, love that

Also another Fizz-Blitz banter moment: "He thinks he's funny." || "Offended." (Fizz & Blitz, respectively)

the ATTITUDE. Blitz coming in with the comeback and Fizz changing up his posture/attitude to match Blitz', just. Them.

He protect 🥺 but also the fact that he didn't kill this guy right here for everyone to see after seeing Fizz' expression hh

Blitz is so gentle with him now that they've made up I love him. We all know he's a softie underneath but ya know, ya love to see it

Don't have a screenshot for this bc it's a whole scene but can we talk about how before, Blitz claimed Fizz didn't have to try for anything, but in this episode Fizz is saying how he needs to do this to prove he's still good enough and Blitz (as well as Ozzie) are telling him he doesn't need to prove anything? Just. Ugh, THEM.

(also Fizz finally calling Blitz "Blitz" and not "Blitzo" I'm hhhh)

"That guy is a fucking dick, and he's USING you for everything, 'cause you're likeable, and he's a fucking trashfire."

Blitz' absolute worry when Fizz runs.....

Unrelated to Blitz and Fizz' relationship, are we gonna. Uh. Talk about how Fizz' scars aren't pure white? Blitz' are but Fizz' aren't (Blitz' scars are the same color as Fizz' foundation). I assume it's a stylistic choice to show that he hides his "undesired" markings here (the makeup comes off and shows his original markings, and having the area around it be different from his makeup better shows what's going on) and they're actually the same color but I thought it was interesting. Also the black of his horns is super faded out so...

And of course that whole scene with Ozzie was heart melting but enough people talk about that, so moving on-

FIZZ' SONG. God it was so good. And Mammon just dancing along... beautiful. Fizz quitting so publicly, YESSSS KING.

Anyway this

I hope we see more of them honestly. Blitz becoming Fizz' go-to bodyguard/Blitz just sitting in the rafters of his shows waiting for someone to be Weird™ would be so fun actually. But also probably the first time Fizz has been so DELIGHTED to see Blitz kill someone they are everything to me.

Again I would need a whole video but Fizz ripping his clothes as he goes as he sings his "I fucking quit" song, I hope it means we get to see him out of the clown costume/persona (tbh it would delight me if he ditches it for good, ripping it up isn't very good symbolism if you're just gonna put it back on again). I want to see more of who he genuinely is <3

VERY sad it took Fizz so long to finally see/understand what Blitz saw immediately. Wonder if things would have been different if Blitz had just... told Fizz what he really thought of Mammon when they were younger. If Blitz' opinion mattered so much... of course, maybe he did. It would explain why if Mammon was the one to separate them.

just them <3

"So, uh.... who tops?"

This is so funny but also Ozzie's smile I love that. They all know the answer.

#helluva boss #spoilers #fizzarolli #blitzo #Ozzie #poly bitch just wants them to all hold hands sorry not sorry

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darknessisafriend · 4 years

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Prompt(? Or a request idk lol. Anyway, I just got this idea in my head but what about reader takes Joker to one of those fancy parties (bc her parents invited her) but when she shows up with Joker everyone gets freaky bc they think he's going to kill them but reader calms them down and tells them that he won't do anything if they don't provoke him and both enjoy the party (bonus points if Joker gets jealous) Sorry if this sounds like a crazy idea(? But I got it in my mind all day

Sorry if it took a while for me to write it ^^’ I hope you’ll like it :)

Isn’t this supposed to be a party?

“There´s a party tonight.” you said to your Joker, coming to stand in front of him; he was fully lying down on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, pondering about…whatever he was pondering about.

“Hmmm?” he hummed

“On the posh side of the city, my parents invited me, it´s some sort of business gala. They want me to get my hands on a ‘big fish’…” you clarified and you knew this would made him react. The atmosphere suddenly tensed up and he let out a dangerous chuckle, he turned his head to look at you in the eyes, his eyes dark and possessive.

“Then, you won´t go. You´re with me now” you settled yourself on top of him with a smirk, caressing his torso.

“I have a better idea… why don´t you come with me, to make the official presentations…” you suggested, to this he straightened up, putting his hands around your hips.

“Oh, I love it when you’re like this” he grinned before capturing your lips, you teasingly bit his lower lip before leaving his lap, under his unhappy groan.

You went to prepare yourself, picking up a long red dress with a slit on the side, this one will definitely make you seen by every person present at the party. Then, you went to see your lover, he was in front of the mirror in the living room. You leaned against the door frame, watching him fix his hair by passing his fingers through them.

“How’s my makeup?” he asked you, feeling your eyes on him; his eyes left the mirror to look at you.

“Perfect as always” he grinned proudly at your answer.

“I’d love to apply this red of yours on my lips, we’d be matching.” you smiled.

“Come” he instructed you; so you left your spot and went to sit on his lap, he picked up his paint brush and took some of the red of paint. Then, he applied the red on your lips with concentration, in this moment he reminded you of Arthur when he applied his Carnival makeup with great care. In the meantime, you could detail all aspects of his face shamelessly, his eyes were probably your favorite. He was so beautiful; he had always been.

He smiled satisfied by his work on your lips. Then, his eyes trailed down your body, looking at your gorgeous outfit, too beautiful, too perfect, he felt his jealousy rise in his chest.

“I don’t like how men are going to look at you tonight.” you smirked at how quick to jealousy he was, and it was what you wanted, you wanted him to show everyone tonight that you were with him.

“I should take you right now” he groaned as his desire started to form in his lower body.

“Hold that for the after party” you cooed, closing the gap between the two of you, the kiss sealing this promise.

“You’ll have to go alone; I’ll join you after a bit” spoke Joker as he parted from you, lightning up his cigarette, you made disappointed pout and got up of his lap.

“I have some business to deal with, baby” he grabbed you by the waist, crashing you against him “I’ll make it worth the wait.” you smirked excited to see what he would do.

So, Joker’s driver came to pick you up and drive you to the party; you were annoyed by the circumstances but you couldn’t wait for your lover to make his entrance, you knew you weren’t going to be disappointed. As you entered the room at the top of the building, many turned to look at you, you realized how many people there were. Your eyes searched for your parents and when you finally found them, you took a deep breath, ignoring the look of the people as you crossed the room to join them. You had barely the time to say ‘hello’ to them that they already tried to hook you up with someone.

“Honey, this is Robert, the son of the director of Gotham Central Bank.” introduced your mother, insisting on the last words, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. The man wasn’t so bad to look at, but his whole look meant ‘boring’ a wore of those chic suits just like any other man of the room, he had this typical business man face and his conversation was just as boring. You simply smiled and hoped for your lover to arrive soon, the man was somehow starting to think he had a chance with you.

“Maybe we could talk somewhere quieter” suggested the guy with a smirk, he made you wanna throw up, if only he knew who you belonged to.

Right in time, you were both startled by a loud slam of the door. A red silhouette appearing; and you instantly recognized him, your unique lover, Joker, had arrived to save you from this boring company. The whole room was dead silent, everyone looked at him petrified, he was accompanied by two clown masked guards who were scanning the room and make sure nobody would try to call the cops.

Joker stood, motionless, enjoying how everyone paid attention to him but he didn’t look at anyone, there was only one person worth of interest in his life. His eyes locked on yours, he looked at you hungrily has if he had been away from you for too long already. He crossed the room until he arrived right in front of you and grabbed by the back of your head, kissing you passionately on the lips, earning several shocked gasps from the audience.

“I hope I didn’t miss too much baby.” he purred against your lips, placing another eager kiss on them. You grinned; this was exactly how you liked him, possessive and hungry for you.

Your boyfriend directed his gaze to the man that had been flirting with you and his eyes defied him to compete for your love; yes, Joker had understood the man had been flirting with you, but the businessman was too much of a coward to do anything. You realized the room was still silent, everyone looking at the both of you, your parents were frozen, lost in what they were seeing, how could you not be terrified and crying?!

“Don’t do anything stupid and nothing will happen to you, come on guys, enjoy this party!” you encouraged them, you wanted to enjoy the night with your lover just like any other couple. The people went back to their occupation but the tension remained.

Joker was still looking at the guy in the eyes probably debating whatever he should already kill him or not; and as much as you were tempted to encourage him, you had a better idea.

“This gentleman here is the son of the director of Gotham Central Bank and works there.” you revealed mischievously; Joker understood your suggestion and grinned playfully

“Then, I’ll have to pay you a little visit there one day” he replied on a threatening tone, making the man gulp.

“S-sure…” he stuttered; you wouldn’t be surprised if he wetted himself right now, satisfied you took your lovers arm to direct him to you parents

“This is Joker, my boyfriend. Love, this my parents” at your words Joker’s eyes soften, these two people were not adversaries but probably important people in your life, just like his mother used to before she betrayed him. You looked at him waiting for a reaction he seemed to have zoned out until he finally went back to reality and flashed a big grin at your mom before joyfully taking her in his arms and giving her a big kiss on the cheek. She gasped in surprise; she was probably expecting to be assaulted but certainly not this, you smiled at your lover’s behavior, who was now shaking your father’s hand, looking at him in the eyes; he reminded you of Arthur before his metamorphosis.

You both enjoyed party, eating some of finest food of the city and talking with your parents and even though people still eyed him in fear, nothing bad happened and you were so happy he had joined you and accepted to take part in this aspect of your life. Hopefully none of the guest will talk about your relationship with Joker, they were probably too scared of the repercussions if they did. You wished the whole event wasn’t so inhibited and that there was some music to dance on with your boyfriend. You wanted to leave now and he was starting to get bored too, he smirked reading your mind.

“I think we are going to leave.” you announced to your parents, as you felt your lover’s arm around your waist slide lower, you hide a grin at his impatience.

“Yeah we have something much more fun planned…” he purred leaning to hungrily kiss your jaw.

You wished your parents goodnight, and headed out, under the look of the crowd both dumbstruck at your intimacy with him and relieved that he was finally leaving. In the elevator you enlaced your arm around his neck, placing small kisses on his lips.

“Thank you” you murmured lovingly, burying your fingers in his green locks.

“Anything for you baby.” he replied before closing the gap between your mouths in a passionate kiss, and something told you the elevator ride was going to be much more exciting than you thought.

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thepatricktreestump · 6 years

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My Entire World: Tom Holland imagine

A/N: i wrote this one for @fuckyou-imspiderman co-author thingy but i decided to post it on my personal so they can just reblog it from here to keep things easy and so i can see which of y’all are my tom holland stans haha

ask: could you do a imagine were you are the person playing peter parkers love interest in spiderman hoco 2 and it's time for the kiss with tom and you get all nervous. you chose the ending bc i'm a indecisive person and can't chose a ending. thank you - @graceisobsessed

As soon as you saw the role, you knew you just had to audition. You had been a Marvel fan for literally years, and for as long as you could remember, you found yourself staying up late at night flipping through comics or re-watching one of the movies. You were so close to getting the role of MJ in the first movie, but the director had told you that there was a “slight change of plans” and you were moved to an extra instead. Which sucked. But you couldn’t really be mad, because of all actresses, they picked Zendaya to fill your spot. And well, Zendaya was, Zendaya. So instead, you took a deep breath and grit your teeth, playing as one of the people in the background silently. That was, until you realized that they were coming out with a second movie, and for some reason, she wasn’t available for filming, and they were taking new actresses for the part. You knew deep down that MJ stood for Mary Jane Watson, Spider-Man’s future love interest and wife. That meant extra screen time as the trilogy went on, as well as big bucks, especially now that you’d be filling someone like Zendaya’s shoes.

With lots of luck, you scored the role, beaming ear to ear upon hearing the news. You were ecstatic to be part of the main cast this time around and made it a priority to make the crew proud. You showed up early to script readings and interviews and meetings, being sure that you memorized all your lines and listened to critiques. Working with everyone was so much fun, especially Tom. He was so sweet and lighthearted, had a great sense of humor, and always kept his head up, no matter how many times it took to shoot a scene. Your makeup team was doing some touch ups when he came waltzing over, sporting the red and blue spiderweb covered suit, lazy smile on his face.

“What did you think?” he asked excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Did you see? I got it in just a couple takes!”

“I saw,” you giggled. “You did really well.”

“They didn’t even have to pull in my stunt double!” Tom explained. “I just- pew, pew, shoot, shoot, roll, roll- you know? Awesome!” He made overexcited hand motions along with his ridiculous silly sound effects, making you only laugh even more. He was like a little puppy bouncing around, wide eyed and eager to tell you everything.

“You did really good,” you complimented. “I’m proud of you.”

“P-proud of me?” he raised an eyebrow, flustered, slight blush rising to his cheeks. “Well gosh, thanks y/n. Haha, you did a really good job too!”

“Thanks,” you give a small grin. “Ready to turn in for the day? I think we have only one more scene to wrap up and then we’re done. Well, until tomorrow. God we have to wake up so early for that one take.”

“Ugh I know,” he groans. “But hey, you’ll be there! And I will too! So we can just suffer together, you know?”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, stifling a chuckle. “Come on, let’s get this last scene so I can take a nap.”

Shooting the scene wasn’t too bad, and after a couple of takes, they handed you the parts you’d be doing tomorrow and sent you home. Tom gave you a happy wave before taking off into his ride, and you nodded with a smile, then plopped the script in the shotgun seat and began to drive home. You stopped at a red light, then heard your phone buzz, picking it up and beaming when you read the text. It was from Tom, and he was thanking you for putting up with him during filming today. You laughed aloud as you quickly began to explain to him through typing that he didn’t have to say such things because you enjoyed being around him, then hit send before the light turned green.

There was something about him that you couldn’t help but love. Maybe it was how his laughter was contagious, his smile made your stomach fill with butterflies, and every time he complimented you, your heart skipped a beat. But you could never tell him -or tell anyone, for that matter. It was one thing to have a crush on a celebrity, but to have a crush on a celebrity that you knew personally and were working with? No way. It would be the end for you embarrassment wise, create a weird vibe between your coworker, and if the media got wind of it, millions of articles and tabloids and tweets. It would just be a mess, and you liked Tom too much as a friend to ever lose him just over a silly crush.

You were folding your laundry at home when you caught eye of your phone flashing his name across the screen, requesting for a Facetime call. Sometimes you would text or call, and even Facetime. Especially since you had a lot of shooting time together, you guys had bonded and created a great friendship, so it wasn’t awkward or just business. In fact, you liked to just have conversation or even read through the script for the next day for extra practice. Upon picking up your phone, you found yourself rolling your eyes, wondering what he might want this time, and then accepted it upon fixing your hair in the screen for a couple seconds. “Hey! What’s up?” you greeted, cheery. As much as you sometimes tried, you still couldn’t match his enthusiasm and classic sunshine smile.

“Nothing much. I just had a snack and decided to play some video games,” he explained. He seemed anxious, but you didn’t know about what. “Thought I’d call you up. And you?”

“Folding laundry,” you waved a sweater onto the screen and he smiled.

“By far being much more responsible and productive than I am,” he teased.

“Yeah I haven’t even read the script for tomorrow yet,” you admitted, and that’s when he scratched back of his head, something you realized he did when he was hesitant about something.

“Well uh, that’s kind of the next question I was about to ask you,” he gave a nervous laugh and you raise an eyebrow, curious. Although both of you had already skimmed and read the entire script at the first few meetings before production, you were sure there wasn’t anything to be too nervous about besides certain stunts or tricky scenes.

“Why? Did they change something last minute?” you asked.

“Oh! No, not at all,” he reassured. “It’s just uh, I don’t know, it’s really stupid. I’m like a school boy getting all worked up over this, gosh.”

“Oh,” you turn red at the realization. “It’s the kiss scene, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he let out another nervous laugh and looks away. “I don’t know, just thought that I’d give you a heads up. In case you wanted to bring me a mouthwash or something tomorrow.”

“Oh shut up,” you laughed playfully at his joke. “You are such a clown, Tom!”

“Sorry, bad joke,” he let out a giggle, something genuine, which made you smile. However, you weren’t at ease at all. The idea of kissing him tomorrow still lingered in the back of your mind.

“So uh, you want to do it in one take?” you offered and he blinked, confused. “I mean, so you don’t have to make it uncomfortable or whatever, I don’t know-” you began to ramble on and he frowned.

“Oh, I mean, I guess,” he stammered. “If you want to, I mean, I wouldn’t want you to have to kiss me any more times than you already have to.”

“Right,” you regretted the word as soon as it left your mouth. No! Now he thought you probably hated him.

“Okay,” he looked a little bummed but clouded it with a fake smile. You felt weird inside. Did you offend him by accident? You cringed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know this is weird-” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No, it’s okay,” he insisted. “Your boyfriend would probably get angry at me anyways. I’m the one who called, I’m sorry I made it awkward, uh, I’ll just talk to you tomorrow. Bye.” He speaks so fast you can barely even respond and before you know it he’s gone.

You sigh, frustrated and exhausted by the conversation. You didn’t mean it that way. And why would he mention your boyfriend? You didn’t even have a boyfriend! Did he know that? The sudden thought came to you. Both of you hadn’t mentioned your love lives, no wonder he was probably so nervous for the scene. If only he knew you liked him, that would make things a hundred times worse. Maybe it was better to fake a relationship, for Tom’s sake. But at the same time, you were so head over heels for him, you couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else.

When you showed up the next day to set, Tom was in a corner on his phone, another nervous tick you recognized he did, avoiding eye contact with others by scrolling through his Instagram. “Hey,” you approached him, swallowing down your anxiety. “Ready for the big shoot today?”

“Yup,” he smiled, looking up from his phone. He looked confident, cheery, happy. Maybe you were wrong about your assumption. “How about you?”

“If I’m honest, I’m kind of nervous,” you admitted. “I haven’t really kissed a whole lot of people before.”

“Well I’m right with you on that one,” he smiled. “So we can learn together, right?”

“Wait. Really?” you tilted your head to the side, confused. “But you’re like, the whole eye candy you know? Girls go wild for you.”

“Doesn’t mean they want to date me,” he shrugged. “No matter how many people tweet that they do, they don’t really know me you know? If that makes any sense.”

“I guess,” you hummed. “But I’m sure even if they did, they still would.”

“Nah,” he shakes his head.

“But you’re funny,” you argued. “And sweet, and handsome, and caring, and amazing, and you’re so much fun to be around and-”

“Guys! Get on set! Time to film!” the director shouted. “We don’t have time to blab! We have to get going!”

“U-uh okay,” Tom stuttered out, still shocked by your words.

You were ushered into your proper places for the makeup and costume crew to get a start on getting you ready and in a couple minutes you met Tom in front of the set where you were about to film. Both of you didn’t say anything except exchanged nervous smiles and stood where they instructed and went over lines until you heard the director tell you it was time to film. A nervous feeling bubbled up inside of your stomach, making you feel queasy.

“Superpowers or not, I still care about you,” you recited the line as you had memorized, reaching a hand up to caress his cheek as the script had instructed. You knew it was wrong to think about it romantically in reality, but you couldn’t help it. You liked him so much you just wanted this so bad, and to finally have it, scripted or not, felt like a dream.

“You do?” his expression softened.

“Of course,” you whispered. “I’ve always cared about you, Peter.”

“I thought you hated me MJ,” he confessed. “I didn’t think that you’d ever-”

“Oh shut up and kiss me, Peter,” you rolled your eyes, interrupting him in perfect time. You were about to lean in for the kiss when the director interrupted.

“Cut!” he shouted. “Hold up, I want some more emotion. Some more action, alright? Tom, maybe some more surprise? Y/n, a little more passion? Okay, let’s take that again.”

You cleared you throat, a bit flustered, then returned to your original position, waiting to hear your signal. “Superpowers or not, I still care about you,” you repeated the line, staring into his eyes, putting a hand up to reach his face when he surprised you, catching your wrist.

“Scripted or not, do you care about me?” his expression softened once again, but this time, much more genuine.

“W-what?” you stuttered, taken aback.

“Cut! Hey guys, not on the script!” the director called out, but Tom shook his head.

“I’m sorry I can’t do this without trying to fool myself that it’s real,” he insisted. “I need you to tell me, not MJ, but you y/n. I need you to tell me. Do you really care about me? Enough to kiss me even if it isn’t scripted or acted or anything? Do you like me the same way I like you?”

“Tom-” your voice got caught in your throat.

“It’s okay if you don’t, but I just need to know,” he told you. “Please.”

“Guys we really don’t have time for this!” the director insisted but you ignored everyone else in the room and kissed him, right then and there, pressing his lips to yours, his entire face turning bright red. You pulled away, your face turning the exact same shade.

“Yes,” you nodded. “I do care about you, Tom. So much. So very much.”

“Really?” he broke out into a huge smile. “For real?”

“Of course,” you laughed. “Definitely.”

“Can we please just get on with the-”

“Yes!” both of you cut the director off with a burst of giggles. “Yeah, yeah, we can!”

“Alright,” he groaned. “Come on, lovebirds. This shot better be good.”

And it was. Every single take you put as much passion into it as you could, and so did Tom. The directors and crew were all for it, and even at sometimes had to pull you two apart because you sort of got lost in the moment. It felt like the best day of your life, like you could do anything in the entire world. “Want to hang out after shooting today?” you gave a small smile.

“Want to?” he raised his eyebrows. “More like need to.”

“Alright,” you rolled your eyes. “Good to know.”

“And hey,” he poked you in the arm playfully. “You know I’ve always felt this way about you, alright? It’s not just cause of the kiss scene today. I really do care about you.”

“As do I,” you smiled. “There’s always been something about you, Tom. And I’ve been so scared to tell you how I truly feel, because I was terrified deep down that you’d never feel the same way.”

“Well lucky you,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Because I do. I feel the exact same way if not more.”

“Thank you,” you whispered. “It means the world.”

“You,” he looked into your eyes, giving a small smile. “You are my entire world.”

“Thanks,” you mouthed.

“Now come on,” he nudged you softly. “We still have a couple more scenes to go.”

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