#beardys gifs*gaming

[beardyplaysgames]

Halsin

[thorinsbeard]

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

[kingpreciouswrld]

Vanity Fair

Pairing: Gwendoline Christie x Celebrity!Reader

Word Count: <1k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Just a little something to hold you fiends over until I get some Larissa fics out. Y'all get to play 'Whats in The Box' with Gwen. Have funnn!

“I’m Y/n L/n and I’m gonna put my hand in a box...”

When Vanity Fair contacted your agent about playing the box game, you immediately asked them to take the offer. You’ve been a huge fan of the show on YouTube having watched some of your favorites play the game. One favorite including your girlfriend, Gwendoline Christie. 

When Gwen played, she (luckily) had her co-star John Boyega to play with her and it just so happened that Vanity Fair wanted you and only you. You didn’t really want to go through it alone so, Gwen decided to come with you if it helped your anxiety. However, before you started acting you used to work with animals so you weren’t that worried…right?

The team had you turn around so they could set up the box and whatever they were gonna put in it.

“Alright y/n, you’re all set.”

You turned around and took a deep breath before looking at the crew in front of you, “I can do this right? Right? I got this…”

You slowly inched your hand in the box before snatching it back out, shuddering at the thought of what could be in there. “I….I don’t…SHIT I think I changed my mind about this.” You looked over to your right and gave your girlfriend puppy dog eyes.

Gwen laughed and shook her head in defeat as she came to your aid, “C’mon y/n/n, just put your hand in very very slowly, you got this.” The older woman held your hand and stroked her thumb over your hand.

You whined and lightly stomped your feet before shaking yourself off. “Okay, okay, whew I- GOD why did I decide to do this?!”

You finally got your hand in (slowly) and gently laid your hand down flat on the object. 

It was rough.

Kinda sharp? 

DID IT JUST MOVE?!

You yelped and yeeted your hand out of the box, tried to run away but Gwen held you steady. “I got you love, you just gotta do it nice and easy. Gently! Very gently…” she said as she tried to stifle her laugh.

“IT MOVED! IT’S ALIVE ISN’T IT! It’s a living creature! That’s my guess!”

Gwen laughed and grabbed you by the waist before leading you to the front of the box. 

“It’s….” 

You picked it up fully, sending Gwen to back up as she was skeptical of the creature. 

“It’s just a beardie! What the fuck? Hiya fella!”

You held him close to your body, supporting its tail before petting him gently, “I’m sorry I freaked out on you baby…” You showed him off to the camera before trying to show him to Gwen.

“Look at him love! Isn’t he the healthiest boy?”

Gwen watched in awe as you handled the bearded dragon but, from afar of course, “He’s definitely a big boy darling.”

You handed him off to one of the crew members before going back into place.

“Gwen, we’d love a shot of you going at it again. How about it?”

You stifled a laugh as Gwen looked wide eyed at the director, “I’ve had my turn, thank you though. I’m good!”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled Gwen to face away from the camera and it was her turn to whine in distress. The blonde immediately grabbed your hand and you gladly held it, “I’ve got you love,” you whispered before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

When everything was set up, you spun her around and held her hand on top of the box as you stood in front of it so you could guide her. 

Oh.

Wait.

Why does Gwen get a stuffed animal and I get a real one?

“Okay, you’re gonna have to be gentle Gwen, like…reaally gentle.”

She took a deep breath and slowly stuck her hand in the box. “Am I touching it? Is it there?”

“Just a bit further, but make your hand flat, use the tips of your fingers.”

You felt her hand grip yours a bit tighter as she touched the stuffy. She screamed and yanked her hand out but just as she did with you, you held her firm with your conjoined hands, “You can do this babe, I got you okay? You’re okay.”

“Shitshitshitshitshit! I already did this! Why do I have to do this again?!” Gwen whined.

“Language love! C’mon we’re almost done, you’re strong. You got this!” You gently guided her hand in the box and she sporadically pet the stuffy all while you giggled.

It seemed as she came to a realization as she gave you a knowing look. Huffing, she grabbed the stuffy by the head and yanked it out of the box, “IT’S THE SAME ONE TOO!”

You died laughing as you hugged her, “You did it love! I’m so proud of you,” you playfully gushed over her. Gwen huffed and hugged you back before throwing the stuffed chewbacca off the set. 

Still within Gwen’s arms, you looked to the camera and waved, “I’m Y/n L/n, it’s been fun, buutt I think I’m done.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: aaanndddd thats it. yup. thats everything. anyways- requests are still open!

[trixcuomo]

Dwarves are forever

Nicholas: *walks in somberly, sits in an empty chair and faces the camera* Aye.

Nicholas: ...

Nicholas: I'm Nicholas Ironheart. And I'm a dwarf.

Nicholas: *turns toward camera 2* You may think that with all the snow and the holidays coming on, it might be fun to roll a new dwarf character in World of Warcraft. Running with your axe in-hand, chasing white winter bears and hunting troggs through Dun Morough. Mighty Ironforge decked out in boughs of holly, towerin' in the background. Aye...

Nicholas: *points back at camera 1* But do you know that ten out of ten dwarves rolled this time of year never make it past the starting zone? Many never make it past level seven. Even fewer dwarves rolled during the holiday season receive enough screentime and attention to make it through to level twenty.

Nicholas: I'm here to tell you, don't. Don't logon to Warcraft, go to a new, clean server, and make a new dwarf rogue, or shaman, priest or paladin. Don't make a warrior or a warlock. *points hard* And for crap's sake, don't make another hunter! You don't need like, five hunters who all have the same weapons, and do the same damn thing, just with different mogs and pets. *grumbles*

Nicholas: *presses his hands together* Please, this holiday season, I am begging you. A dwarf is for more than just Winter's Veil.

Nicholas: *leans in, nods* I understand where you're comin' from, friend. Truly, I do. Who doesn't love Diggy Diggy Hole, or want to enjoy a pipe 'n gripe about snooty elves with Gimli! Who isn't a massive fan of Heilung?? Who doesn't love these guns?! *flexes while holding his rifle, too*

Nicholas: But so many of my kin suffer alone on the login screen, unplayed for months. We can't let them suffer in silence. We can't have them roaming the footpaths of Anvilmar forever, level 1 axe in-hand, freezing and alone.

Nicholas: But if you must make a holiday dwarf, then fine. Follow these three tips to do so responsibly...

Nicholas: No great big, white beard that reminds you of a jacked Greatfather Winter. Cause that'll cool off, fast! And second, roll your dwarf on a server with your other main characters. Make regular gold donations to their meaningful development. And let them enjoy a profession or two, not just farm ore, herbs, or skin. Let them craft something for themselves, their pride. It wouldn't kill you. *jams his meaty dwarf finger into camera 3* But a deprived life could crush them!

Nicholas: Last thing. If I see one more dwarf roleplayer saying they are the long-lost brother to Magni Bronzebeard and secret heir to the High Seat... I will come for you personally and kick your ass. From all the way down here. D'ya hear me?? Aye!!

Nicholas: And I've already counted how many sons Nessingwary has, so don't go there! An angry, neglected daughter, though? Well, okay. I'd love to see that. The Moira of the big game hunting world. What a fiery, beardy lass that'd be!

Nicholas: *punches hand in fist* Now get in there, and don't make a dwarf!! Or at least dwarf responsibly!

Nicholas: Oh, and uh-- could ya gimme a toss? I gotta get over to the next commercial slot. *camera shakes, then he flies off the screen* Ayeeeeeeee!

Happy Holidays

[leafytaffyart]

Mags eating a superworm like a bearded dragon would, after I came to the conclusion he is a literal bearded dragon.

[chasejlondon]

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[beardyplaysgames]

Fenris

[2birds1song]

❝ maybe you just got it all wrong, teddy bear. ❞ lucy gray quipped back while hand reached up to tap under his chin , there was too much fun warring him in a battle of pet names and she was no quitter. ❝ maybe that was my plan all along and you went fallin' for it. could've been all just to test you. ❞ one shoulder shrugged as she gave out other possibilities, it didn't sound too far from the truth to her since she had been wary how safe it was to shut her eyes under one roof with all these others sharing it with her. ❝ or it easily could've just been me prankin' you. ❞ doe eyes did their best scheme at trying to play innocent, speaking nonchalantly while waving him off dismissively. ❝ that's another thing i do when i got bad dreams and can't sleep, i been known to play pranks. ❞ she reasoned, sweetly smiling. none of these things were technically lies, so scrambling them in with the real truth was a fun attempt to mess with him. ❝ that's why i didn't prank beardy john in there first, since you're the man of this house. ❞ the songstress stifles a laugh. ❝ it's that easy, huh? ❞ amusingly, brunette asked. she would next have to do some questioning on how safe that was as her relaxation on his bed comes to a halt, sitting up on her hands as eyes trailed over him. surveying the taller. not trustin' him as far as she can throw him. her eyes found his extended palm, wishing he wasn't so good at having a memory. after a second she sits up straight and has to begrudgingly dig into her top one more time, fishing out two rings. ❝ they are some shiny pretty rings. ❞ lucy gray commented once they were in her palm, ❝ but i guess i better pay up. so alright, darlin'... ❞ for a second she genuinely was reaching over to hand them back, no more games. until his hand held out like that gave her an idea for one more at last second. hand that's seemingly dropping off the rings ends up quickly grabbing his instead, pulling him forward then takes the two rings and slides them on her middle and ring fingers. lucy gray swiftly stands up on his bed, hopping over him and pressing her back to the headboard with amused grin adorning her face and adrenaline spiking her heart rate. ❝ i just think they're lonely and need a new owner. don't you think so too? ❞ they were a little big on her smaller fingers, but she was playing with him anyway; seeing what he'll do as she showcases the rings on her left hand.

"  It  is  my  place  when  my  things  are  down  your  clothes,  "  Theodore  countered.  The  man  could  care  less  about  women's  innocence  when  they  stole  what  belonged  to  him.  "  If  the  thievery  hadn't  been  so  obvious,  I  wouldn't  have  plundered  your  corset,  baby  doll,  "  With  those  words  he  started  to  look  over  the  items  that  she  had  so  kindly  given  back,  is  this  what  he  got  for  being  charitable?  To  be  stolen  from?  In  honesty,  Theodore  hadn't  thought  much  about  her,  rather  thought  she  would  be  useless,  but  apparently,  she  was  more  useable  than  he  thought:  he  could  use  her  for  his  own  benefit.  "  Yes,  he  is  an  easy  target,  dumb  as  you  can  get  them.  Got  better  valuables  too,  if  your  fingers  tingle  that  much,  "  Placing  his  watch  on  his  dresser,  his  gaze  turned  to  look  at  Lucy  Gray  as  she  enjoyed  his  bed.  Theodore  knew  two  more  items  were  missing,  but  he  didn't  consider  them  important-  and  he  didn't  feel  like  fighting  to  get  all  of  his  items  back:  it  was  late  at  night  after  all.  She  was  one  of  a  kind,  that  was  for  sure,  her  personality  seemed  so  much  more  colourful  and  bright  compared  to  his.  "  All  you  have  to  do  is  ask,  sweetheart,  I  don't  mind  sharing  my  bed,  "  Walking  over  to  the  bed,  he  looked  down  at  her  as  she  lay  spread  out,  usually  girls  would  be  naked  if  they  laid  in  his  bed,  and  this  time  around  it  wasn't  the  case:  pity.  "  What  if  you  pay  me...  two  rings  and  I  will  let  you  stay  in  my  bed  for  the  night,  "  Theodore  offered  Lucy  Gray  his  hand,  palm  up  for  her  to  give  him  the  two  missing  items.  A  knowing  smile  on  his  lips:  finding  this  encounter  more  amusing  than  he  should.

[thorinsbeard]

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

[millythegoat]

The stadium poster looked so amazing!

At this point he is the Player-Manager on the pitch (also, hello there skipper!)

The result of the game aside, it is so good to see him starting again

“Beardy lads FC”

“hey kid..u good?” (virg in the background: can u do dis bro?)

[bvccy]

I'd like to ask Granite + the Soldier

Oooh an interesting one! Did not expect this to be requested with the Winter boi 😂

This turned out fairly short and full of sweetness 💗 Another WS x Nurse but not necessarily a continuation of the previous oneshot - I wrote it with no other fic in mind, honestly.

Thank you for this prompt, my dear! I hope you enjoy it 😘

— PAIRING: soft!Winter Soldier x female!Reader — PROMPT: Granite - finding out the truth, and strengthening love — LINKS: Masterlist • love stones prompt list — WORDCOUNT: 1.7k

They met during one of the secret get-togethers the soldiers started organising last spring. Once there were enough of them, and after they were past the worst of their training, they realised they were getting bored in the evenings, and that the guards were getting lazy. One of theirs befriended a technical officer, and they came up with the idea to take "a little detour" between dinner and lockdown in a secluded shed connected with the barracks through a long and ill-tended yard. Their meetings shifted from relaxing and talking, to games, to play-fighting, to fighting for real. Over time they started inviting a few more trusted people, mainly some nurses and medical staff to patch up the wounds before they went back in, but the soldiers would always be well healed up by morning.

And she was one of those invited, sitting now among the crowd, watching her Soldier fight another, left-hands tied behind heir backs — to even the odds between him and his opponent. These fights, more so than the ones in the training room, were always in good fun, and they never hurt each other more than they could stand, but whenever she was watching he always tried to win.

"You put up a good show," she praised him afterwards, tapping on a tear of skin at his brow with a cotton swab.

"That's all I get?" the Asset teased, wrapping his arms around her waist as she stood between his thighs.

"It was an impressive display of your unmatched power," she sighed, smiling fondly down at him.

"Alright, no need to make fun to me." He’d won, but he still managed to look sad enough that she bent to kiss his forehead; she never could resist him when he pouted, however obviously fake. Melting under her lips, he chuckled and stretched up for more.

"My greedy soldier," his nurse chastised, but let him kiss her anyway, pulling up when he'd had enough.

"Come to my room."

"I should stay, look after the others too…"

"They don't need you."

"I think they need me more than you do right now."

"Come anyway," he grinned.

They sat together in his bunk, with her on his lap while he wrapped his arms around her. For the first time that day he could rest under the feeling of her body warming his bones, the scent of her hair filling his blood, her light breaths and lazy heartbeats so close and dear to him. Her palm was on his elbow, holding him to her while she nuzzled the crook of his neck.

"Hey, sweetheart?"

She murmured in reply.

"Can I show you something?"

"You don't mean something dirty by that, do you?" she asked with her eyes still closed.

"You always think the worst of me," he tutted.

The girl smiled and opened her eyes, stretching lightly. "Show me."

The Soldier got out of the bed and went to another part of the cell she couldn't see, moving things or looking through them, and when he came back he was holding a chain with a pair of old military dog tags. He sat back down and handed them to her.

"Whose are these?" she asked, turning them over to read. It was difficult to catch the embossed writing in the light, and they didn't look like any she'd seen before.

"Dr. Cera dropped them," he shrugged, but at her unconvinced look he added, "Two days ago. When Beardy made a fuss."

Beardy was what they called another of the soldiers, and she remembered that he'd had a violent reaction to one of the shots they gave him in preparation for a mission. The staff had to drop everything and restrain him, so her Soldier was probably left unattended. Next to his file. Where the tags probably fell from — if he hadn't just looked inside and taken them.

"You think they're yours?"

"I don't know. But if they aren't, why… why would they be in…"

She moved her thumb across their surface carefully and sighed. "I don't know any more than you do, if that's what you're wondering."

"I know."

"So… do you think this is your name?" the girl asked, looking up at him. He seemed far less conflicted than she would have thought, keeping a cool head in spite of everything.

The Asset shrugged. "'James' is a pretty boring name."

She smiled and leaned up to peck a kiss onto his lips, waking him from his darker thoughts. "You could never be boring."

Her Soldier smiled and kissed her back. "Still, if they are mine…" he carefully said, moving his thumb across her shoulder in a petting motion.

"You should put them back."

"They'll never find them."

"But if they do… They'll punish you."

"Let them try."

And that was the last time he would see her for a week. She didn't show up for the next fight, she avoided him in the corridors, and what's worse was that he soon realised the dog tags he had shown her were missing. She must have figured out he kept them under a loose floorboard and snuck in while he was away. Speaking to her became even more imperative, but the more she avoided him — turning around when she spotted him coming her way, sticking with her fellow nurses, taking dinner in her room — the more the Asset started to suspect betrayal.

Why would she take that away from him? Why would she suddenly shun him? Was she so resentful of that hint of who he was before, who he was underneath, that she would bury it? Or did she, like the rest of Hydra, think him too unworthy to know?

The fights with his fellow soldiers late at night became less playful, and they eventually forced him to stand down, brooding in a corner all alone while they went on to enjoy the night. He hated her, by now. She was spiteful and resentful and just like all the rest of them, a thief who stole from him what Hydra had stolen already once before. She seemed pleased enough with him when he was just "her Soldier", her nobody, her man with no past and future. Or maybe she just hated that stupid dull name more than he did…

He only caught sight of her again on Friday, leaving a surgery room looking tired and distracted. When he caught her eyes, that woke her up, and she stopped almost as if to say something but then kept walking with the same odd chill.

His hatred, after days of burning, had reached its limit. In the end, why should he be upset with her? She was a traitor, and so was he in many ways. And then he got to thinking: what, truly, had she taken from him? The dog tags, whether his or not, were not something he could use, he couldn't even wear them openly. It was her leaving him that hurt, the lack of her at his side that left him feeling cold, but that was her choice to make. It stung to admit it, but she could leave him when she wanted. And she did. And he could love her, still, even if she wasn't there: and that, she couldn't take away.

The Soldier was woken up that night — or maybe it was morning — by a mess of sound and a rushing of troops. All of their cells were being inspected. Stood with his back to the wall, he watched as the officers ransacked his meagre possessions, his bed, his spare uniforms... And then, they stumbled across that loosened board. The Asset gave no sign of fear, he knew that it was empty now.

A call came through the radio for the officers to leave, then the commander went further into the facility, ordering the soldiers back to bed. It wasn't until the next day that they would learn the cause for all that fuss: a missing pair of dog tags.

"The fools thought one of us took them," whispered Beardy to their close-knit group. "The cleaning lady found them, fallen under a desk. Apparently they slipped from someone's folder."

He didn't say a word, but knew. And soon as he could, the Asset left their group and went in search of her. Pretending to look for something, somewhere, he went through every room he thought she'd be in, and eventually found her leaving her boss' office. Slowly he walked back, leading them to a darkened corridor where she could get lost with him, and this time she was good and followed.

She hadn't betrayed him. Not really, not with any ill intent. He didn't speak, he couldn't do it justice, but the gladness and relief he felt came through with his embrace. Before she could choke out a desperate "I'm sorry", the Soldier wrapped his arms around her, hand coming up to cradle her soft head. His fingers threaded through her hair as he pulled her in for one soft kiss, smiling all the while. She leaned back gently and let him, her lips losing their tension, cushioning his mute excuses, his please, his sorrows, as she slowly realised she was forgiven — though he would have told her that she wasn't because she didn't need to be, she was perfect then and always was — and the girl wrapped her arms around him too, clinging to his neck.

"They found out," the girl whispered, staring at the wall behind. "They searched the archives first, and when they realised they weren't there, they planned to search your rooms."

"They did, the cowards."

"I just went back to the medical office with the tags and kicked them underneath a desk. They staff are happy with that, I think... They don't suspect a thing."

"Not me and you either?" he asked with a coy smile.

She sighed, cupping his cheek before leaning in for another kiss. "If they were watching you or any of us, and they saw... I had to make you stay away. You understand that, don't you?"

The Soldier pressed his lips against her forehead and took his time to breathe her in, relieved now that he knew that all his evil thoughts were shadows, cast by unreal things. He loved her now more than before — he would have even if she didn't, but knowing she stayed true and loved him and did all she could to save him, healed his wounded heart and pride and filled his soul up more than any item from his lost past could.

[writermuses]

Hallie was definitely still a partier, but since she wanted to climb up the ranks at the firm and most of her friends had finished college, there was no reason to go back to campus. That naturally changed for homecoming weekend when flirting at the game had turned into an invitation to a frat party that her lightweight bestie, Iseul, begged her to accept. "I know, bossman, but I didn't know what the hell else to do. I can't carry her and I'm pretty sure one of these fuckboys spiked her drink." Sure, Hallie Belle could have called her father, but the wrath of the Hayes and Cartwright families combined, elite and renowned families in law and medicine, seemed a hell of a lot more testy then asking the beardy smoke show from work for help. "I know I owe you and I'm sure you'll make my life hell for it on Monday, but that's Monday and right now I need you to use those muscles you hide under your fancy suits."

random starter for @writermuses

"Jesus Christ-" muttered Oliver walking up to the blaring music getting louder with every step. He shouldn't be here, he knows he shouldn't be here but when a friend asks for help, you help him. Holding his best friends phone in his hand, he heard the voice on the line but decidedly attempted to ignore it. "Will you shut up for a second?" he studied the map on the phone, and estimating where the tracker was in respect to his location. Looking between the house and the phone, he knew they had to be inside. He groaned, taking strides towards the unkept fraternity with dozens of people just on the porch, and what looked like a few dozen more on the inside. "You fucking owe me for this," he spoke into the phone.

[fific7]

Dangerous and Divine - Part 11

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some voyeurism. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

Wanting to turn round and get the hell out of there, Madani found herself rooted to the spot. It was like car crash TV... she just couldn’t bring herself to look away. So, she stood there and just watched.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, she just stared at the scene in front of her. The room door was at her back and she went along with it involuntarily as it swung closed behind her. Coming to rest against it, she drew in a long breath.

Her eyes were glued to that damn cute ass of Billy’s. Watching it... relentlessly, hypnotically moving up and down, up and down, up and down. Listened to his breathy moans and low grunts as he pounded in and out of her. Uhh, uhh, unnhhh, unnhhh. Caught glimpses of his balls between his legs, snapping backwards with each thrust. A sheen of sweat visible across his shoulders and back. Saw one hand making its way down to where their bodies were joined, his other running gently along her thigh.

Her! she thought venomously. It should be me... he should be on top of me in that bed!

But still she watched. And watched. It was really dim in the room, and she realised the curtains were almost fully closed. She found herself craning her neck forward slightly to get a better look.

She watched as he kept on thrusting, then she noticed the muscles in his ass eventually tense up. Another three or four shorter thrusts, then she heard Billy cry out. Heard him breathe her name, saw him lowering his head to rest on her shoulder for a moment before bringing it up to her face; she just knew he was kissing her now. “I love you,” Madani heard him say, and more kisses followed.

The breath she’d taken in left her lips in a long hiss. This was just so not fucking fair!

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You reached up off the pillows to kiss Billy’s beardy chin above you, but a sudden movement near the door caught your eye. You let out a small shriek as you saw a shadowy figure standing there and Billy leaned back immediately, looking at you anxiously. You pointed towards the door and his head shot round in that direction. A snarl appeared on his lips and he roughly grabbed the bedcovers, quickly pulling them over the two of you. He leaned up on his elbows, looking over his shoulder at the intruder.

“Madani!!!” he yelled, “You... you fuckin’.... Get the fuck outta here!!!”

You heard the door slam, and raised your face from where you’d hidden it against Billy’s chest. You hadn’t been able to make out who it was in the low light. “That was her?” you asked him, and he nodded, throwing back the covers and sitting up against the pillows, running both hands through his wayward hair. “Yeah,” he replied, “yeah, it fuckin’ was. That crazy fucking bitch.”

You also sat up, bringing the sheet across you and under one arm, “What the hell was she doing in your room, Billy?” You were glaring at him, and he quickly put his hand on your cheek, “I have no idea, angel... truly I don’t. Please don’t be thinkin’ this was some kinda hookup, cos it wasn’t! I’m gonna fuckin’ strangle her.... urrrhhhh!!” You could see that he was absolutely furious.

Reassured, you softened your gaze. He carried on, “We’re not due to meet up with her for another half hour. She musta been given a pass key and for whatever reason, came chargin’ in here.”

You ran your fingers up through his hair, sweeping it back from his forehead, “Billy, I swear I’m gonna nail Agent Madani’s ass to the wall when all this is done!”

“You and me both, sweetheart,” Billy said grimly.

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Billy had got up and showered (with you) after that, then he’d unpacked his black tactical suit and got into it. While you were busy admiring how he looked in it - like, really damn sexy - after a long and passionate kiss, he’d left you in the room, telling you to doublelock the door and not to open it for anyone except him.

You’d been made to promise on the lives of everyone you held dear that you’d stay there, until he got back. He didn’t know exactly when that would be, which you had to admit pissed you off a bit but you understood he couldn’t give you a precise time and why. It’s just you didn’t like the thought of being cooped up in the room all day.

Oh well, you had the TV, the movie channels, the mini bar... and room service. Your eyes lit up. Room service!!

Eager to get ordering, you started looking for the menu in the pile of hotel stuff on the funky reclaimed wooden desk, which was underneath a huge ornate mirror. You caught sight of yourself in it as you did so. Ohh... okay, you’d better lose the “I’ve Just Been Fucked Senseless” look before the room service guy arrived, otherwise you might just give him the fright of his life.

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Dinah Madani had stumbled out of Billy’s room, letting the door slam behind her. She took off along the corridor at a cracking pace, face flaming red, heading for the fire exit stairs. She smoothed down the fabric of her jacket with her hands, then ran them down onto her trousers, trying to calm her breathing as she went.

She replayed the vision of Billy’s naked body in her mind, of him having sex, blocking out the inconvenient fact that he’d been in bed with someone else.

Damn, she was aroused. She could feel how damp her panties were as she walked. How was she supposed to get the handsome big bastard out of her head now, after seeing that display? In her head, she transposed herself into that bed, underneath him. She could almost feel him inside her.

And every time she looked at him from now on? Yes - she was going to be imagining him naked. And it wouldn’t be to give herself more self-confidence in front of a bunch of people, like they taught you to do in those self-help courses.

As she started making her way down the stairs, she mentally shook herself - she’d better get her head back in the game or this could all go horribly wrong.

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Billy had taken the same route down a couple of floors to the room being used as the base of operations. He was still fuming about Dinah’s little voyeuristic visit to his room. What the fuck was she thinking, coming into his room unannounced? If he hadn’t been otherwise engaged he could’ve shot her! And just how long had she been standing there, watching him make love to his girl?

Weird bitch, he thought, but I’ll settle the score with her once this is all over.

He knocked once on the door, saw an eye appear in the spyhole and then the door opened. Frank and the rest of the Anvil team were already there, along with Madani and her Homeland agents. He glared at Madani but she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Frank winked and grinned at him, fully aware of the ‘operation’ Billy had been on prior to arriving. Wait till he told him about Madani’s latest little stunt!

They got down to business, running through the details of the op and all the ‘what if’s’ and Plan A, Plan B, Plan C scenarios once again. Everyone was given their positions, tasked with certain duties, told to make sure their earpieces were in and working. The two teams started leaving the room and dispersing to their designated locations. The undercover agent remained to get a further briefing from Billy, Frank and Madani, then he too left to go to his room where the meet would take place.

That left the three of them, plus the Homeland agents who’d be monitoring all the comms and security cameras. Billy marched right up to Madani, towering over her and glaring so furiously at her that it was a wonder she didn’t catch on fire. In a very low voice that only the three of them could hear, he bit out, “I’m sayin’ nothing right now about what happened earlier, Dinah - we need to be totally focused on this fuckin’ op - but we’re gonna be having a conversation about it at some point.”

He caught sight of Frank’s puzzled face but just gave him a small shake of the head. “Right,” he said, “c’mon Frankie, let’s go and check the perimeters.”

The two of them left, leaving Madani to pace the room and watch the CCTV screens over the shoulders of her agents. She hadn’t said a word directly to Billy or looked him in the eye during the entire briefing.

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Billy strode along the corridor so quickly that Frank had to really hurry to catch him up. “Hey, Bill! What’s up with you and Madani now?” Billy shook his head, “Dunno that I should talk about it, Frankie, I’m still fuckin’ furious with her, and I really gotta concentrate on all this shit that’s goin’ down today.” They reached the stairs, Billy opening the fire door and they started down the steps.

Frank grabbed his arm and they both stopped walking. “Don’t forget I know you better’n you know yourself, Russo. If you don’t get this off ya chest, you’re gonna explode. And that ain’t what we need right now.”

Billy leaned his back against the wall and sighed, “Yeah, you’re right.” He broke eye contact with Frank, saying, “She’s got a master key for the rooms.” Frank said warily, “Yeah, I know she does... and?”

“Came crashin’ into our room, when I was... we were...” Frank’s eyes got huge, “havin’ sex. Stood there for fuck knows how long watchin’ us, till we finally noticed her after... after we finished, an’ I yelled at her to get out.”

“For fuck’s sake!” Frank said through gritted teeth, “What the fuck’s wrong with that woman?!”

Shaking his head, Billy shrugged, “I dunno, Frank. She’s got issues, that’s for sure.” He turned and started down the stairs again, “C’mon, let’s get this shitshow on the road.”

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You’d ended up having the most pleasant day to yourself. Leisurely soak in the spa bath, several room service orders (repairs having been carried out before the waiter’s first visit), several little trips to and from the mini-bar for G&T’s. You’d finished the gin now, and had moved on to vodka & coke. Not your favourite but beggars, choosers etc.

You’d been on one of the big movie channels, and so far you were three fantasy films, two rom-coms and a heist movie into their list. In fact you’d started drifting off to sleep as you got towards the end of the heist movie, and made yourself sit up to make sure you didn’t doze off. You gazed back at the massive wall-mounted TV and tried to pick up whereabouts you were in the plot. Oh right - bank robbery.

The bad guys ran into the bank, firing shots into the air and getting everyone to lie down on the floor. But there was that one hero security guard, who drew his gun and tried to shoot the bad guy gang leader. Cue good guy getting shot, up rolls a police armed response unit, cue gun battle, various dead good and bad guys, oh and here’s the car chase as a couple of baddies got away.

Hey hang on, the gun battle’s still going on, but neither the cops or the bad guys are shooting at each other as they’re too busy doing handbrake turns and screeching round corners.

It dawned on you the gunfire you could hear was in your freaking hotel. Leaping up and zipping over to the window, you saw various black SUV’s parked randomly in the middle of the street, blue lights flashing and doors wide open, but apart from crowds of the general public running for cover, there was no-one in sight round the big cars.

You could still hear the rattle of gunfire, and then all of a sudden it went eerily quiet.

Breathing unsteadily, you had a nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach and your hand wavered towards the doorhandle. The temptation to open it was huge. ‘No!’ screeched the sensible part of your brain, ‘for just once in your life.... Do. What. You’re. Told.” Your hand went back to your side. Okay, you win, you told your brain glumly.

You walked back over and sat on the bed, ended the movie - the bad guys were probably either A) going to get away or B) get caught - so you could live without seeing the end of it. Starting to flick through the programme guide, you finally found a news channel, but they had nothing about the hotel or ‘shots fired’.

So you spent the next thirty minutes sitting on the bed for 3 minutes then getting up and pacing, then sitting on the bed again for another 3 minutes, then pacing again... hit the repeat button on that scenario until there was a big knock at the door.

You headed over to the door but didn’t put your eye to the peephole, having seen a film once where someone got shot in the eye that way. Yes, you did watch a lot of movies, what of it! So you just called out, standing to one side, so you wouldn’t get shot through the door either (yes, yes, saw that in the movies too), “Who’s that?!”

Billy’s voice said, “It’s me, sweetheart. Can you let me in? And don’t get upset but I got grazed a coupla times by bullets so I’m bleedin’ quite a bit.”

Don’t get upset? you thought, he’s gotta be joking hasn’t he? You hastily unlocked and pulled open the door, and you saw a very pale-faced Billy leaning on the doorframe, blood on his face and on one of his arms. You could see ripped fabric on the sleeve of his tactical suit where the blood was coming from.

“Oh, Billy,” you said, worried, dragging him into the room and slamming the door closed.

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@blackbirddaredevil23 @galaxyjane @omgrachwrites @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead

[sj9112]

Lee’s popping up everywhere this Christmas - including QI Series S: Season’s Greetings! 😍

Much love and appreciation to @flatnumberseventeen for not just this ☝️but for being at the TOP of her giffing game - she’s been keeping well up with our busy Beardy Boy! ❤️❤️❤️

[multifandom-world8]

SECRET OBSESSION-CHAPTER 5

We had a few more days in London before we fly to San Diego for the comic con.

Henry texted me that he wants to take me to breakfast and that whenever I’m ready he’s waiting at the lobby.

I put on a wintry outfit since and it was a bit chilly outside and left my room.

“Good morning love” Henry smiled when he saw me “good morning” I smile and kiss his cheek.

He took me to a restaurant called

‘Victory garden cafe’, it was style like an old Greek place, vintage.

“Good morning and welcome Mr.cavill and Ms.heard follow me”

The hostess said as she gestured us to follow her causing me to frown

“I’m a regular here” Henry shrugged

and I chuckled.

After we both ordered our food we shared some experiences from past movies we filmed.

That is until my dog sitter called

“Oh I've gif to take that one in sorry” I quickly apologized to Henry Henry before I picked up

“Lea, is everything alright?” I asked her

“She has stomach aches y/n what do I do?” Lea asked me in a panicked tone

“Okay give her the special dog food and rub her belly until it passes, she’s joining me soon tell her that she’ll calm down” I instructed her “okay I’ll keep you updated on her condition” Lea said before she hung up.

“You have a dog?” Henry asked me

“Yes, a Siberian husky, her name is Isabel but I call her Izzy all the time” I smile as I show him a picture of me and her that’s also my Lock Screen.

“She’s so beautiful, almost as big as my dog” Henry chuckled

“Yeah Kal is HUGE” I chuckled too

“He’s coming to San Diego too, maybe they’ll keep each other company” henry suggested

“Sounds good but can your dog sitter handle both of them? Because I won’t have mine” I chuckled

“Yeah that’s no problem” Henry shrugged.

We both enjoyed an amazing breakfast before we went to have a little tour. Henry was here before so he took me to all of the beautiful and time-worthy places.

Back at the hotel, I thanked him for the amazing tour and we had dinner together too before going to sleep.

The next few days we spent by interviewing local news and signing autographs before we finally headed to San Diego for the comic con.

I was beyond excited to fly to San Diego, not only because it’s my first time there, but also because it’s my first comic con.

When we landed at the airport I saw Lea with Isabel, my dog,

And immediately ran to her, not caring than I just abandoned Henry with my suitcase.

“Oh I missed you so much” I hugged Isabel tight While she licked my face “did she behave?”

I asked lea

“She was amazing as usual. But she got a stomach ache again on the way here so I stopped giving her her sweets for a while” Lea said as she handed me Isabel’s bag

“Thank you so much, Lea, enjoy your vacation” I hugged her and when we broke she ran to her gate to catch her flight.

“She’s so cute” Henry said once he catches up to us

“Omg hen I’m so sorry I abandoned you with my stuff” I apologize

“It’s alright I would’ve done the same for Kal” Henry chuckled

“Well then you’d have to kiss your suitcase goodbye because not all of us have crazy muscles as you do”

Isabel licked my face again before she ran and started jumping on Henry, trying to get to his face

“Traitor” I muttered and Henry chuckled “she’s so cute” he said as let go of the suitcases and bent down to pet her.

Seeing Henry so sweet and caring with Isabel made my heart swell with happiness.

I no longer saw him as Henry that was had a dark side, but Henry the giant softy.

This time henry and I decided to share a room at the hotel with princess and Kal.

Kal was waiting for us at the lobby with Henry’s dog sitter and surprisingly, Isabel liked him immediately too.

The two just jumped around each other excitedly.

“They are so adorable!” Gal said as she joined Henry and I

“Just like their owners” Jason smirked

“Oh shush you” I blushed deeply.

Jason, gal and Henry kept talking about something while I noticed Ben glaring at me from the reception area.

“Hen I’ll be right back, keep an eye on her for me?” “Is everything okay?” He asked me “yeah yeah just need to talk to Ben for a second” I reassured him before I handed him Isabel’s leash.

“Okay, what’s with the glares? You’ve been giving me the stinky eye ever since we left London” I asked Ben

“Is everything a game to you?” He spat

“What are you talking about?” I frowned

“Did you use me to get a reaction from him? Huh? I thought you said he was mean to you and had a thing with amy” Ben growled

“Woah take a chill pill man. I was not using you, we went out for a drink, I thought it was a friendly hangout. And he wasn’t mean on purpose amy was blackmailing him” I explained even though I didn’t think I had to justify my actions to him.

“You’re lying. Amy may be crazy but she would never do such a thing” Ben scoffed

“she’s a class a psycho ben, You know what if you don’t believe me ask Henry I’m fed up with all of these accusations” I told him angrily before I stormed off back to henry.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Henry asked me once he noticed my angry expression

“I’m not in the mood to talk about it” I said as I felt tears threatening to fall.

I took my room key and went up to the room with Isabel and hugged her as I cried.

I guess I cried so hard because I didn’t hear Henry walk in until I felt Kal licking my cheek.

“Y/n please tell me what’s wrong”

Henry said as he sat next to me on the floor

“I’m so fed up with all the criticism” I sobbed

“What did Ben tell you?” Henry asked, a hit of anger in his tone

“He thought I was using him to provoke you, that I’m a liar” I whimpered.

Henry pulled me into a hug and brushed my hair with hands softly

“I’ll talk to him later, you’re amazing y/n, you saved me from Amy, I don’t know what I would do without you” he muttered and I felt myself smiling as I lean into him more.

“Thank you hen, I needed it”

“No problem love” he kissed my head.

We stayed like this a little more until it was time to get ready for an interview we had with all of the cast(except for Amy thank goodness).

I was seated between Henry and Jason, making me feel like a complete short ass next to these two giants.

“Guys welcome! So nice to see you all together. Are you feeling like a proper family?” Jamie, the interviewer asked us

“It’s like a family reunion every time you know” Ray chuckled

“So, like if you were a family, who’s got the worst habit?” Jamie asked

“I think Ezra” I said “I chew my nails a lot, and it’s apparently bad for your nails in a long term, is it really bad or is y/n just messing with me again?” Ezra asked

“I don’t think” Gal shook her head

“Jason has a habit of taking our clothes off all the time” Ben said and Jason raised his hand proudly while saying guilty making us all laugh

“Henry in this film has a habit of being dead so you’re gonna see him” ray shrugged “yeah I’m the dead uncle” “that’s right ” ray chuckled

“It’s nice to see the ghostly figure. Spotting some nice facial fluff” Jamie said, referring to Henry’s mustache

“He had it before” I said “really?”

“Yeah” Henry chuckled

“Well I wanted to talk to you about something and it’s beardy Batman” Jamie said as he looked at Ben

“Beardy Batman, yes. At the beginning of the movie you get to see bearded Batman which we haven’t done on screen before and uh I thought it was kind of cool and just so you know they added in the white streaks in the beard, those were not present before” Ben explained

“Well obviously with all of you in together you get to see your very cool costumes, was there any costume envy?” Jamie asked

“I was jealous of Gal’s costume because Unlike mine hers is not tight” I said causing her to laugh

“I could barely breath in it”

“Yeah I was kind of envious of ray because he didn’t have a costume” Ben said “I had an onesie, I was calm cool and collected. I did have a muscle suit that I wore sometimes with like the hoodie and sweatpants and I got the feel of what it's like to be them on a certain level. But I envy their costume because they actually exist you know?” Ray smiled

“What’s the costume like at the end of the day?” Jamie asked

“Sweaty” Ben and I said at the same time

“Smells like a foot” Ezra added

“Yeah even mine” ray chuckled

“Costume people on this movie earned their money” Ben said

“Re you guys ready for the world of the dc family? A few of us have done a few of these films now. They’re absolutely obsessed aren’t they?” Jamie asked

“Passionate for sure, I wouldn’t say obsessive but we all are we love our characters” I said and everyone nodded in agreement

“You’re doing these movies knowing there’s going to be expectations from the fans, they’re going to pay a lot of attention to the details and everything that comes out to the internet,even the minor nonsense turns into a big story” Ben explained

“Gal you tweeted yesterday and already have 46,000 likes “ Jamie said

“How much?” She gasped with a smile

“46,000 likes” Jamie said again

“look at her- how many likes?” I asked as I intimated Gal’s voice

Causing everyone to laugh

“I think that the fact that people care so much about these characters is pretty amazing because I think that there is this amazing device of universe that we can tell stories with and so many people are interested in hearing what we have to say. It’s an amazing thing and it’s not to be taken for granted and this is the reason why we keep on making these movies...because people care so much” Gal told Jamie

“Okay thank you guys so much for coming, it was fun” Jamie said and the interview was over.

Henry and I returned to the hotel to have dinner together before we headed to bed.

“You were quiet today during the interview” I told Henry “well most of the questions were not directed to me so but I did talk” Henry shrugged

“It was fun to be with all of the crew” I smiled

“I’m glad you had fun love, now rest up, we had a long day” Henry kissed my head before he turned off the light and we fell asleep.

A/n-I’m opening a tag list for my stories, comment if you’re interested to be in it!💕

[exlibrisfangirl]

Can I send you more white men? This game is fun! Joey Batey? Ooh or David Tennant?

This game IS fun. It's especially amusing to me as an ace, lol. Like, I'm preeetty sure my feelings on the subject of physical attractiveness are QUITE different from other people's, but OH WELL.

Joey Batey

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him.

This man seems like a delight, from what little I've seen of him off-screen. He has gorgeous eyes, and I very much dig the chest hair. He's not really my type, though, overall. *shrugs*

David Tennant

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him.

Tall, skinny, Scottish? Yup. Extremely expressive eyebrows? Very much so. Delightful face? A most delightful face indeed. Aging like a fine wine? Oh HELL yeah. His only fault is not having blue eyes, but I digress. Beardy, DILFtastic David is my fave Dave yet.

send me your favorite average, white man and i’ll rate him