#remy hii gifs

[zanephillips]

Lachlan Buchanan and Remy Hii Wellmania 1.08 “Count to 10″

[supercap2319]

"So, Y/N? I was thinking we should go out sometime. Like Saturday night." Brad said.

Y/N had been putting his textbooks away in his locker when Brady had approached him. Brad was a good-looking guy, and many of the girls wanted him to ask them about it, but he just wasn't Y/N's type at all.

"Go out, huh? You and me?" Y/N shut his locker and looks at Brad with an amused grin.

"Yeah. It doesn't even have to be a date. Just two guys hanging out."

Before he could answer, Y/N looked to the side and saw Peter watching them. He looks shocked, angry, and hurt all in one. This is what he'd been waiting for. For Y/N to leave him for someone more popular and taller.

Y/N looks at brad. "Thanks, but no thanks."

"What? Why not?" Brad asked.

"Because I have a boyfriend, and he wouldn't like me going out on him."

"Who's your boyfriend?"

"Peter Benjamin Parker." Y/N pushed past Brad, walking towards Peter and kissing in front of everyone in the hallways of Midtown.

[theside-b]

Remy Hii and Lachlan Buchanan as Dalbert Tan and Gaz Healy in WELLMANIA (2023)

[queen-daya]

Every Shot of Michelle Jones (Part 28/♾️)

[lewistan]

Remy Hii and Lachlan Buchanan in Netflix’s Wellmania

[annscollections]

[ HERE ]  you’ll find #140 gifs of the actor, Remy Hii, from his role in the Netflix show, Wellmania (2023). I hope that these gifs can be useful to someone. You can find my rules here. Suffice it to say that I ask that the time I spent making these be respected and that the fc himself be respected. In terms of triggers, please note that some of these gifs feature eating, kissing, flashing lights, hospitals, and alcohol. If you found  these gifs to be helpful, please like and/or reblog this post. If you’d like, feel free to tip me. Enjoy!  

[camyfilms]

CRAZY RICH ASIANS 2018

It was never my job to make you feel like a man. I can't make you something you're not.

[asongoficeandfancasts]

Tags continued: Part 1

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Eugeniy Sauchanka ➳

DOB: December of 1990

Nationality: Gomel, Belarus

Ethnicity: Belarusian

Height: 1,89 m/ 6’2.5

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Blonde

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Heath Ledger ➳

DOB: April of 1979 - January 2008

Nationality: Perth, Australia

Ethnicity: English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Jewish Ashkenazi and Sephardi

Height: 1,85 m/ 6’½

Eye color: Hazel

Hair color: Blonde / Light brown

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Jarred Blakiston ➳

DOB: July of 1991

Nationality: Auckland, New Zealand

Ethnicity: New Zealand

Height: 1,85 m/ 6'1

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Brown

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Chris Hemsworth ➳

DOB: August of 1983

Nationality: Melbourne, Austrália

Ethnicity: Dutch, Irish, English, Scottish, and German

Height: 1,9 m/ 6’3

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Blonde/ Light brown

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Ton Heukels ➳

DOB: March of 1993

Nationality: Netherlands

Ethnicity: Dutch

Height: 1,88 m / 6'2

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Blonde

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Alexander Skarsgård ➳

DOB: August of 1976

Nationality: Vällingby, Stockholm, Sweden

Ethnicity: Swedish

Height: 1,94 m/ 6’4

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Blonde

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Remy Hii ➳

DOB: July of 1986

Nationality: Queensland, Austrália

Ethnicity: Chinese, Malaysian and British

Height: 1,8 m/ 5’11

Eye color: Black

Hair color: Black

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Toby Regbo ➳

DOB: October of 1991

Nationality: Hammersmith, London, United Kingdom

Ethnicity: Norwegian, Italian, British, Australian

Height: 1,78 m/ 5’10

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Blonde

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Jamie Campbell Bower ➳

DOB: November of 1988

Nationality: London, United Kingdom

Ethnicity: English and Scottish

Height: 1,83 m/ 6’0

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Blonde

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Pyotr Romanov ➳

DOB: March of 1989

Nationality: Moscow, Russia

Ethnicity: Russian

Height: 1,88 m/ 6’2

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Blonde

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[cera-writes]

HII so I found your page the other day and I loveee your work😁😁. Anyhow I wanted to request if it was okay for me to ask for a story about gambit x reader angst/smut/fluff (it’s a lot I know😭🙏). And let’s say reader gets really drunk at a party and they’re making a fool out of themselves and gambit tries to help you out of the situation and the reader is being bratty in their drunken state refusing any help and it causes gambit to snap at them a bit but ends with some smut and fluff, BUT if that’s Okayy ofc🙏😁. Keep up the great work😁🤍

A/N: I love this idea! And thank you so much! I try! <3 pairing: Remy LeBeau "Gambit" x gn!Reader Tags: Swearing, intoxication, partying, fluff, angst, smut, spanking, reader has a bratty side, Remy punishes reader in all the good ways Summary: Reader is having the time of their life at a party thrown at the X-Mansion while Charles is off taking care of business. Reader gets carried away and has a little too much to drink and well, let's just say Remy is there to deal with the aftermath which eventually leads to smut~

Drunk in Love

The music pulsed through the mansion like a relentless heartbeat, the bass vibrating through your bones. Laughter, shouts, and the clinking of glasses filled the air. You were supposed to be having fun, but the world was spinning, and your vision was blurring at the edges. Each sip of alcohol seemed to send you deeper into a hazy oblivion.

It all started when you made a bet that you could outdrink Logan. You knew damn well you couldn't hold your liquor. But that didn't stop you. Morph was egging you on and hyping you up the entire time. Then, before you knew it, you were shotgunning a can of beer, which, in turn, led to the oncoming of disastrous events afterwards.

Logan, still somewhat sober after his sixth drink, smirked at you as you swayed back and forth after your third shot of whiskey. He knew he had won, but you weren't gonna take that loss by any means.

You found Charles' wine cabinet and poured a glass of Cabernet. You weren't completely drunk but damn were you feeling very tipsy.

A hand landed on your shoulder, steady and grounding. You swatted it away, giggling inanely. “Go awaaay, Remy,” you slurred, your voice a childish whine.

Remy LeBeau, your ever patient best friend, sighed. He’d been watching you for the past hour, his brow furrowed in concern. You were usually the life of the party, but now you were just a stumbling mess. “Mon cher, maybe it’s time to call it a night,” he suggested gently.

You scoffed, your laughter sounding more like a hiccup. “No, I’m fine!” you protested, your voice rising in pitch. “Best. Party. Ever!”

Remy exchanged a look with Scott, who was hovering nearby, a mixture of amusement and worry in his eyes. “Maybe we should get her home,” Scott suggested.

You turned on him, your face flushing an angry red. “I don’t need a goddamn babysitter!” you shouted, your voice echoing through the room. A few heads turned, and you felt a surge of embarrassment.

Remy’s patience was wearing thin. “Enough, mon cher,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re embarrassin' yourself.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Y-you’re e-embarrassing me,” you retorted, your voice slurring pretty badly.

A wave of anger washed over Remy. He hated seeing you like this. He hated the way the alcohol was taking control of you. He hated the way you were pushing him away. He'd always liked you of course, and just because the two of you hadn't made things official didn't mean he still didn't treat you like you were his, especially at times like this.

But seeing you dance on all the strangers at the party, giving them the attention he craved from you, struck a match in him. He wanted to be protective of you, but you were also pissing him off to no end.

"Jus' the alcohol talkin' cher. C'mon, I'll take ya home."

When he tried to reach for your arm, you snapped on instinct. You reared back and slapped him hard across the face.

The sharp crack of your hand against Remy's cheek echoed through the room, cutting through the din of the party like a knife. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise before narrowing, a flicker of something dark and dangerous passing over his features. He rubbed at his cheek, not in pain, but as if to confirm the reality of the slap. Then, he smirked, a wicked glint in his eye that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Don't touch me!" you spat, your voice thick with anger and defiance. But even as the words left your lips, a wave of regret washed over you. You hadn't meant to hit him, not really. It was the alcohol talking, fueling your actions with a boldness you didn't possess otherwise.

Remy stepped closer, his body pressing against yours, backing you up against the wall. The heat from his chest seared through your clothes, mingling with the warmth of the alcohol in your veins. Amidst the music still pulsating loudly through the room, he leaned in close to your ear. "Is dat how it's gon' be, cher?" he murmured, his voice low and husky, a challenge in every syllable.

You could practically smell the scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke lingering his lips. He'd never been quite this close to you before and it made your heart race.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing. The room spun around you, the lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of color. "I-I...," you stammered, your resolve wavering under his intense gaze.

His hand slid up your arm, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin. "Y'think ya can jus' hit me and walk away, cher?" he asked, his tone teasing yet threatening.

You shivered, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. "I... I didn't really mean it," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Remy leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Maybe Remy liked it," he confessed, his breath hot against your skin. "Maybe he want more."

Before you could respond, his hand moved to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel every inch of him, hard and demanding. "What're you doing?" you breathed, your mind racing as your body betrayed you, responding to his touch with a surge of desire.

"Showin' you what happens when you mess with me," he whispered, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. Each touch was light, almost playful, but there was an underlying intensity that made your heart race. "Don' think I ain't noticed the way you been dancin' all night."

You moaned softly, tilting your head back to give him better access. The alcohol had blurred the lines between right and wrong, making every sensation more acute, every emotion more raw. "Remy..." you pleaded, unsure of what you were asking for but desperate for more. You wanted whatever this was, desperately.

Maybe he'd had a bit to drink too, in all honesty. He just knew he had to have you, too. Right now.

He chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, sending vibrations through you. "Say my name again, cher," he demanded, his hand sliding up to cup your face. His thumb traced your bottom lip, his gaze locked heavily on yours.

"Remy," you repeated, your voice thick with need. You felt trapped, pinned against the wall by his body, but instead of fear, there was only surrender. You wanted this, wanted him, despite the chaos swirling inside you. You'd wanted this for a while, although you'd never been one to make the first move.

"Dat's right cher," he praised, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. "Now, let's see how much more you can take."

With that, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you towards the stairs. The crowd parted for both of you, whispers and stares following your progress. But you were beyond caring, lost in the haze of alcohol and Remy's commanding presence.

He kicked open the door, stepping into a dimly lit room. You'd guessed it was his. It honestly wouldn't have mattered if you two had decided to fuck in a broom closet for all you cared.

The air was cooler here, a contrast to the heat building between you. He set you down on the bed, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Ready fo' round two, cher?" he asked, his voice a seductive growl.

You nodded, your mouth dry, your body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Remy smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Den let's begin," he said, his hands moving to unbutton your shirt.

Remy's hands were rough as they tore at your clothes, the fabric rending under his urgency. You gasped as the cool air hit your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Remy's body. His lips found your neck, pressing hot kisses that quickly turned into bites, each one sending a shock of pleasure and pain through you.

"Remy!" you hissed, your voice mingling with the sounds of your clothing being discarded. His name was a plea, a demand, a surrender all at once.

He chuckled against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. "Ya like dat, cher?" he murmured, his tongue caressing the skin at your neck to soothe the marks he'd left.

You nodded, unable to form words as his hands roamed over your body, exploring, claiming. The room spun around you, the world reduced to the sensations Remy was creating.

Without warning, he flipped you over, your stomach landing on the bed as he positioned himself behind you. You felt his hand on your back, pressing you down as he whispered in your ear, "Y'need to be punished."

His words instantly sent a thrill through you, a mix of shame and excitement that pooled low in your belly. You whimpered, arching your back slightly, inviting him to continue.

His hand lifted, then came down hard on your ass, the slap echoing through the room. You cried out, the pain sharp and sudden, but beneath it, there was an undeniable rush of arousal.

"Dat's for hittin' me," Remy said, his voice thick with desire. He spanked you again, harder this time, the force making your whole body tremble.

You moaned, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued his assault, each strike more punishing than the last. The pain was intense, but it was laced with such overwhelming pleasure that you couldn't help but push back against his hand, begging for more.

"Please," you gasped, your voice raw. "More, Remy, please."

He paused, his hand resting on your reddened flesh. "Y'want more, cher? You wanna be taught a lesson?"

You nodded, your breathing erratic as you waited for his next move.

Remy chuckled, the sound dark and pleased. "Den let's see how much you can take."

With that, he slicked himself up with something you'd seen him reach for in his dresser drawer and entered you from behind, his thrusts deep and hard, each one hitting your core with unrelenting force. You screamed, the sound torn from your throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you chanted, your body moving in sync with his, lost in the rhythm he had set.

Remy growled, his grip tightening on your hips as he pounded into you. "You like dis, don't you? Bein' punished by me? Such a-mm!-good lil' slut you're bein' fo' Gambit." He bit back his own moan, biting down hard on his bottom lip.

You could only moan in response, your mind too consumed by sensation to form coherent thoughts.

He reached around, his fingers finding your center, touching you in all the right ways as he continued to thrust. The dual stimulation was too much, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, cher," Remy commanded, his voice ragged with his own need. "Show me how much you love bein' punished."

That was all it took. With a final, desperate cry, you shattered around him, your body convulsing in release as he continued to thrust, chasing his own climax.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice a mixture of awe and triumph. "S'good fo' me."

You felt him tense, then he was coming inside you, his seed filling you as his body shuddered with his release.

For a moment, there was silence, the only sound your heavy breathing and the pounding of your hearts. Then, Remy collapsed beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you close.

"I think we both needed that," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

You nodded, too spent to speak. The alcohol had fueled your actions, but it was Remy who had taken control, guiding you through a night of passion and punishment that neither of you would soon forget.

[rebelliousstories]

Hii! Was wondering if I could request a DP3 Gambit x reader (cuz there’s not enough fics of him and I’d driving me insane) where they live a normal life outside of the void. Or she takes him back to Louisiana for a vacation?

Okay, but this as a series of just treating Remy to whatever he wants to do after he gets back from the Void? I smell quest!

Restored Once More is now available

[starlingisms]

It wasn't as if Ophelia didn't like Seonho and their arrangement as of late. In fact, she had grown so accustomed to it to the point where it felt natural. Waking up in his bed, having meals with him, she enjoyed the domesticity of it. The problem was she liked it too much. Being friends with benefits, obviously, had its benefits. And from the beginning, Ophelia was adamant that she wouldn't let herself get carried away and let feelings get involved. As much as she enjoyed everything she had going on with Seonho, she valued their friendship above all else. So at the first inkling of emotion (even just the small invasive thought of oh i might like him--a thought she had while she laid in his bed, watching his sleeping form), she got scared. This wasn't what they agreed on and if she told him, she'd scare him away and ruin their entire friendship. She couldn't afford to lose him.

So she went about acting as though everything was normal, except she started staying over less. It was for the best. Staying in her own bed all alone felt... sad now. But there was a simple solution to that, which was this bartender, Percy, she matched with on a dating app. He was... fine enough (even if, at times, she had to force herself to not think of Seonho when she was kissing this guy instead). She just needed to rip the band-aid off and move on.

Arriving to the party early (one hosted by someone in her ballet company), Ophelia immediately found Percy. It had been a couple of weeks at this point, still firmly in the honeymoon stage of overly physical displays of affection. Breaking off from a kiss, she giggled as she held onto him before looking around for any signs of Seonho. He wasn't usually late, so she decided to look around for him. Spotting him in a corner, she all but runs over to him, far too giddy than she really ought to be for someone trying to get over her feelings. "Seonho!" She spotted the beer in his hand. "Oh, have you been here for a while?" Knowing that Seonho didn't usually like to stick around at parties by himself, ophelia frowned. "Why didn't you come look for me?"

☀︎ — closed starter for @starlingisms

Seonho isn't a frequent attender of parties. More often than not, at this time of night, he's the one picking up people his age who have more freedom to spend their time being a little more indulgent. Even now, on a night where he had taken an Uber rather than driven his car as a driver, Seonho is leisurely still sipping on his second beer in just as many hours. Being drunk isn't the objective for him tonight. He just wants to let loose a little bit since his siblings are at sleepovers, and he had only come at the behest of Ophelia, who is always insisting that he needs to get out more. When really he would prefer that it just be the two of him at his place.

The two of them aren't separated for long, and Seonho chooses to seek her out once he has built up the nerve to ask her to come home with him. He thinks that it's an offer that should be met favorably considering they have been hooking up for awhile, and Ophelia never seems to mind when he makes her breakfast in the morning. They're friends, and have been for a long time. So he should have known that what was brewing between them would boil over eventually, left standing dumbstruck in the hallway when he finds her locking lips with another man. His eyes tear away from her, falling down to the ground and his stomach sinking. He attempts to wander away unnoticed.

[hermitkisser]

Hii ^_^!! Im Corrows (also trying out the name Scott atm) and I use they/them (maybe he/him?) pronouns!! I've been apart of the selfshipping community for awhile.

FOLLOW MY BFF/HEADMATE @sonicbutworse !!!!!!!

I am autistic, and I have adhd, along with a slew of other mental disorders, please be patient with me.

My main f/o's are currently Scott Summers, Remy Lebeau, and Charles Xavier. You can find my full f/o list and other important information, here!! (link coming soon)

I am not okay with a lot of canon x canon ships, mainly c.herik, please do not interact with me if you post about them often. This being said, I do mention some canon x canon x s/i stuff here.

I am conflicted on sharing. If you self ship with Scott or Charles and post about it often, feel free to interact with my posts, but please don’t follow. Other than that, I am totally okay with sharing.

I love talking!!!! Always feel free to message me/send me ask

[ridersfm]

do you have any fc recs for the crown heir? ty! this looks amazing btw!

tysm ! i could see any of the following working well as the crown heir : lewis tan, remy hii, natasha liu bordizzo, jessica henwick, ben levin !

[queen-daya]

Every Shot of Michelle Jones (Part 25/♾️)

[doggopawz]

intro ,

BANNER BY @shudondoodlez

hii !! I am Remy or Kit :3 you can decide which one to call the or just use both 🍰

info about me

- English is a second language to me!!

- MINOR

- I love video games, tho im not that good at them

- I draw furries a lot!! :3

!!IF I REBLOG CONTENT FROM ANYONE PROBLEMATIC OR SAY SOMETHING WRONG PLEASE WARN ME!!

i made a straw page for fun https://remysepic.straw.page

tags im hoping to use!, - old stuff won’t be tagged, sorri -

reblogs -> #reblogz

art -> #my art

other stuff that doesn’t enter these categories -> #meowmeowmeow mostly

[h2ojustaddmako]

Some more Bella & the Band merch

Because it's my free day and these are fun to make.

This time I went for a little more teen-vouge design with all the band members (yes these people are really them). Two of them are unnamed so I just used their real names. This is really demanding creative thinking and I'm likin' it. Also, apparently, the bassist is Remy Hii, who is now pretty famous. Coolio.

Of course, you can get this design in my shop.