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something something legendary sounding similar to open arms something something odysseus seeing polites in telemachus
#gods this is like lams all over again#i dont know musical terms but like the lil drum-ish bits in the bg of open arms and legendary are similar at least to me and like#AGHGHGHHHH#this musical makes me sick /pos#the void#epic the musical#jorge rivera herrans#legendary#open arms#wisdom saga
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Wood caving
#the top right house in the second pic is supposed to be Javier's house btw#i measure how good my art is with how sick the drawing makes me feel and this makes me feel pritty sick/pos#drew this while listening to the most angsty music known to man i think this is well reflected#btw i think if John is a wolf Javier is an Owl and i will stand by this#rdr2#rdr#john marston#javier escuella#jovier#javier x john#obviously#tw gun#tw animal death#the animal is made out of wood but just Incase#tw knife#i always liked the phrase “carving out a life” its so wired#as always its my best art and its Jovier
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Joyride by Kesha is soooo shadowvanilla coded please see the vision I swear I'm not crazy
#especially the clown music at the beginning lmfao#shadowvanilla#they make me SICK /pos#iré more sm @ pv while pv looks on horrified but like#aint that just the way ❤️❤️❤️#**it's (where did iré come from lmfao 😭)
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MR JORGE RIVERA-HERRANS WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU
#epic the musical#epic the thunder saga#the thunder saga#jorge rivera herrans#like wtf was that man#i feel ill#/pos#makes me sick and twisted#just saying words
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sorry havent posted much recently but im workin on somethin rn take a rough WIP *passes back out*
#mumbo when he#makes me insane /pos#his fuckin mine.#stupid canary refernce. i know what you are#lafakiwi draws#WIP#i could keep rbing the ethubs but i think yall sick of that already but its still very on my mind#but art woahh#art wip#mostly just been. gaming and i recorded music and cosplay stuff in the past few days which i will not post here probably#cw eye contact#just in case
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when this is a thing in my possession
#IVE TALKED TO PAUL WHITTY#they make me sick /pos#the great gatsby#musical theatre#the great gatsby musical#broadway#stage door#autographs
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∞ :0
Hey Little Songbird from Hadestown!!
Suddenly, nothing is as it was
Where are you now, Orpheus?
Wasn't it gonna be the two of us?
Weren't we birds of a feather?
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AHHH MELODY CHERRY IM LOSING IT
today’s cover board!!
#/POS#they make me sick /pos#cherry valance#melody rose#the outsiders cast#the outsiders musical#the outsiders broadway
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Getting over my fear of posting this was CRAZY but here we go
MARX RPG
I’ve been working on this for days, made an accidental (The nova itself) and purposeful reference (the background) to Birth of a Wish by itsquakey (you should go check em out their art is SICK /pos)
- More ramblings below -
I wanted to make an RPG type thing with Marx for a while. Originally I was going to make an actually playable one but then realized I don’t have the time or knowledge to actually do that so I turned around and made it a video. Marx actually wasn’t the first idea I have for who the video would be about.
The first character I’d considered was actually Taranza but then… I’d have to draw Taranza and I was not in the mood. So I went with Marx.
The reference to Birth of a Wish (via the Nova specifically) wasn’t intended but someone I’d shown the video to pointed it out and I couldn’t leave it out in mention. The actually intended reference (the background) was specifically placed there because original all the video was going to be was some sample text and audio and then I got carried away and by that point I was over 200 images in on CapCut and unwilling to turn around.)
Where the plot was gonna go from here included the Nova having something to do with the rain in dreamland and being a small part of one of popstar’s larger moon’s or something of the sort meaning Kirby and Marx would have to find all the pieces to this “planet”. At least that’s what I imagined LMAO 😅
Note: Itsquakey if you ask me to take this down because of the references to your work I will without questions!
Last thing! I wanted to mention two posts I’ve seen that have done something similar that I think you should also check out!
Marx’s Fun Shop: while working on this I found that video and thought “wow! We even used the same music! That’s super freaking awesome!” The art here is amazing, the way Marx is written is also cool! You should go check this out!!!
Magolor’s Item Shop: A series of images in an RPG style that feature Magolor specifically! These are really cool and also what kinda struck the idea! They’re definitely worth checking out!
#all colored text are links btw#Everyone who’s posts I’ve linked you should check out#I heavily enjoy all of them!#anyways#credits are at the end of the video. I might post some Marx separately later#genuinely this started as just#sample text#I’ve gone crazy since#RPG rabbit hole…#🌟 Starcutter Art Gallery 🌟#kirby#kirby series#kirby fanart#Kirby art#Marx#marx (kirby)#marx kirby#kirby marx#kirby superstar#kirby of the stars#artist on tumblr#my art#art#anyways off I go to panic about posting this LMAO
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Fetch (Shifter! Tf141 x Male! Reader)
Chapter 4 of Good Doggy
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Tw - Drunk Assholes (inspired by real stories from me :)), Slight blood warning, Language (its a COD fanfic??), OKAY SO LIKE I GUESS SLIGHT SUGGESTIVE STUFF?? I WANTED TO MAKE IT LONGER. A SMALL SCENE OF NSFW BUT NOTHING TOO DEEP BUT STILL PUTTING A WARNING, ITS IN BETWEEN THE NSFW GRAPHICS. Gaz has a praise kink.
Beta Reader/Editor - @letmelickyoureyeballs
Updated: 3/5/2024
The bar is filled. It’s a Friday night, of course it is but you hate it. You don’t like dealing with assholes. Not after the conversation with Maya.
“I cannot serve you anymore. If you don’t decide to leave I will call the cops.” The man in front of you shouts profanity after profanity, angered by the law. Humans were stupid that way. “Here’s a water.” You slam it down, annoyed.
Idiots. Drunken idiots.
Yeah by Usher starts playing. The club you worked at was loud, you have ear plugs in just so you wouldn’t be overstimulated by everything, but you could still hear enough.
“Why do you have a mask on?” He's irritated already which means that this conversation will not end well. You usually strive to give your coworkers the assholes, not caring that he'll have to deal with it.
"It's to stay safe, I don't want to get sick-"
The man cuts you off and you debate on spitting in his drink, "That's not gonna keep you safe, the only way to stay safe is to build your immune system." He keeps yelling, and some spit leaves his mouth. You place down the menu in front of him as he keeps yelling, "That's the only way to stay safe, not a stupid mask!"
You walk away, going to your coworker and telling him to get his order cause if you do you'll be fired. You instead went over to the list of music that was going to play and put on a favorite song of yours, not caring for some disgruntled noise from other patrons as you bobbed your head to the beat, distracting yourself from the day you had.
"Ye lik' this song mo gaol?" It's the familiar accent and the way the hairs on your arms stand makes you more irritated. It was roughly 1 a.m. and most people would be tired. You'd reckon it would start slowly down in 20 minutes, which meant you could get some work done.
You turned to face Soap.
"I'd hope so, I chose it." You tell him as you get closer to him. "You still stalking me?"
"Ah'ahmnot a stalker, juist wanted a drink." He smiles boyishly, as if he wasn't Sergeant John ``Soap" MacTavish with more confirmed kills than unconfirmed.
"At the bar I work at?"
"Juist a coincidence"
"I'd prefer it if you didn't lie to me." You told him while you mixed a drink. "You obviously have something for me."
"A'm in loue wi' ye"
"Not possible." You tell him, interrupting his "confession". You set the drink down in front of him. "$13" You tell him the price.
"I didnae orda a drink?" He looked cheeky, and you wished some part of you didn't find him attractive. But he looks up at you and you can't help but imagine other scenarios, particularly some where you're both naked.
"Well you can either pay for the drink and drink it, or pay for the drink and I'll drink it and talk with you some more." Soap immediately puts down two 20s.
"Th' rest can go to mah bartender." You slip the extra cash into your pocket, going to your POS system and breaking out for your thirty minute break that was required. You grabbed the drink on the counter and left your work area, Soap following behind like a puppy. You found a booth in the corner most people avoided. Sitting down at what could fit five others at most. Your mind goes back to Maya, who’s probably taking care of Icarus, your dog, and Marigold, her familiar. Maya worked as well, but it was an in-house job where she dealt with customers in need of assistance.
"You hurt our feelin`s earlier," He says first as you take a sip of the drink you made. "Hae we dane something tae offend ye?"
"Don't want to get your hopes up." You tell him, "I'm not one for soulmates."
"So ye know?"
"Of course I do. You reek of wolf." He starts to sniff himself and you want to laugh at how ridiculous it looks. "You wouldn't be able to smell it. And it's not a bad smell, just obnoxious cause there's four of you."
"So ye aren't human."
"Nope, never was."
"What are ye?" You never felt shame in what you were. Didn't feel shame in general, it took Maya for you to start walking around in clothes.
But you didn't want to tell him.
"None of your business."
Gaz knows that Price is going to talk about the bloodshed in the morning. He knows that Price already knows but doesn't care to stop it tonight. Price is just too drunk, Ghost doesn’t care, and Soap is who knows where. It wasn’t like he killed humans tonight, just some animals that were definitely going to get the town's attention (He might’ve killed a bear) but not the hunters.
He's decorated in blood and he loves it. It soothes some messed-up part of him. His teeth still have specks of flesh in it, that he licks clean
He smells you. Heavenly you. You who smells like some plant burning. He didn't understand it, but he loved it.
You're next to Soap, and Soap has the biggest grin as you walk together.
Though you probably don't see it as together. You probably see it as him stalking you, but you don't seem to have your usual air of distaste. You have sunglasses on, something he hates cause he can't stare at them. Your mask is black, and you also have a hood on. You look perfect, he just wishes you were in his bedroom.
Preferably naked and-
Nope.
He kind of hates it at the same time though. Soap getting so close to you, still determined to find a way to be with you. Soap didn't lose hope, not like Gaz did. But he'd be damned if he didn't do something. He lets out a growl, standing menacingly as he runs forward, towards both of you, knocking Soap down as he growls at him, his teeth snapping. If Gaz doesn't get to be happy, Soap shouldn't either.
He just wasn't expecting your reaction.
"Get off him." He followed your command, staring up at you and following your eyes when you bent down to be eye level with him. "God you are so..."
"Cute." Your voice gets higher as you gently rub behind his ears, the blood not bothering you at all. Gaz almost forgets how you looked at him earlier, your words that cut him melted away and he just thinks he has a chance.
You loved dogs, who wouldn't? Even if that dog was actually a grown (hot) man.
"Look who's such a pretty boy." You kept rubbing his head as Soap just stared in shock. "Such a handsome boy, who did you eat?" You coo at Gaz, who leans into your touch and praise, enjoying everything about this moment. Gaz has to take a moment to remember himself, that the praise you give him is nothing.
But he can't help but imagine scenarios in a different setting.
NSFW Start
It's such a simple setting. In his room, the lights are low. He's flushed, shirtless and on the floor, while you sit above him.
"Can't you be a good boy for me?" You lick your lip before biting it, you stare at him, your eyes actually showing, looking at him with lust and love. A perfect combination, and your lips, god, you were perfect for him. "Come on, you know you want to." You lower your shorts and Gaz gulps, he stares at your cock, mesmerized.
"You're hungry for it, aren't you whore?"
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"Arr ye fecken' kidding me?" Soap says, breaking the peaceful moment, and Gaz's daydream. "A' it took wis a wolf fur ye to lik' us?"
"I still don't like you all, but dogs are always a great company." You keep petting him, Gaz's eyes closing slightly, and Soap sits up.
"Ah can do that toh." His accent gets thicker as he rushes to grab your hand, forcing it away from Gaz and instead putting it in his hair. Which was mostly shaved on the sides.
"You aren't a cute puppy right now." You yank your hand away.
"He's fooken' bloody!"
Gaz licks your face, and you slightly smile.
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NEXT
Listen, hating people is one thing but I could never hate a dog, let alone a wolf. Reader still doesn't feel comfortable around the boys, but he does like the dogs.
#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x male reader#john soap mactavish#captain john price#john price#john mactavish x reader#john price x reader#john soap mactavish x you#johnny soap mactavish#soap x male reader#soap x reader#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x male reader#gaz x reader#captain john price x you#price x reader#shifter tf141#tf141#tf141 x reader#tf141 x male reader#task force 141 x reader#task force 141#tf141 smut#tf141 x reader#tf 141 x reader#tf 141
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Thirsty (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Word Count: 7.5k
Warnings: SMUT, Mutual pining, Romance, Canon typical descriptions of murder and violence, Dubious consent (they are both kind of drunk), Oral (fem receiving), P in V, Safe sex (male condom), Multiple orgasms
Summary: Your job restocking vending machines takes you to businesses all over Evergreen - including Fennel Fields where the cute busboy keeps making eyes at you. (Based on this ask by @kpopgirlbtssvt)
A/N: There’s a part where Adrian picks the reader up over his shoulder but he is a very strong boi, I am confident he could shoulder carry any thirsty MF. PS My toxic trait is that I slip a reference to Scotland in literally everything I write.
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Tag list: @likeficsinthewnd, @she-wolf09231982,
Chapter text:
The muscles in your forearms ache as you drag your hand cart, stacked with cases of soda and water, up the ramp at the back of Fennel Fields.
You wheel your final delivery of the day straight into their break room, as usual, and park your cart beside the vending machine, ready to start your restock. You’re greeted amicably by the staff, who know you well enough that they’re not surprised to see you.
But one particularly familiar face spots you from across the room and practically leaps off his chair. Adrian Chase looks forward to your weekly trip to Fennel Fields, and today he can’t help but notice the glow on your face from hauling your delivery. He wonders what else makes your face glow like that. He bets he could.
“Hey, stranger,” you say, and he blinks at you as if snapping out of something.
“Stranger? It’s me, Adrian.”
You grin. You can’t tell if he’s joking or not but either way, you find it sort of cute. And, yes, Taylor warned you to stop flirting with the hot but kind of dorky busboy because he’s gonna end up catching feelings, but there’s something fun about getting him all flustered and making his cheeks burn.
“I know, Adrian. I could never forget that pretty face,” you tease. He turns slightly pink. There it is. “Thirsty?” you ask.
“Yup, and wait til you see what I got you.”
This has been your routine at Fennel Fields for a few months now. You pick up some speciality soda while you’re delivering beverages across Washington and Adrian brings you something- usually a snack or anything else he thinks you might like.
“Three… two… one.” At the same time, you pull the soda out from your bag and Adrian hands you a small, blue rectangular box.
A cassette tape. Aqua- Aquarium.
“Adrian! This is so sick- it’s so hard to find tapes these days.” You flip it over to read the tracklist. “I fucking love Barbie Girl.”
“Me too! And I noticed your Walkman, so I thought you could use some more music.” He looks down at the orange and blue soda can in his hands, reading the label. “IRN BRU?”
“This is the weirdest soda I’ve found yet. It’s like bubblegum cream soda but it burns.”
He cracks it open, takes a sip and looks confused. “I think I like it?” He takes another sip. “It’s like my mouth hates it but needs more.”
“I know, right?” You put the cassette in your bag and open the vending machine.
“Thanks for the soda.” He nods at your tired arms as you start loading in your delivery. “Sick forearm pump, by the way.”
“Uh, what?”
“Yeah! You can totally tell you’ve been working on them- they’re huge.”
You raise an eyebrow. It’s probably meant as a compliment, but you’re not sure how you feel about Adrian talking to you like you’re one of his bros at the gym.
“I mean- not huge! Like normal. But nice. And-“
“Have you seen Taylor?” You decide to step in before he can dig this particular hole any deeper. “I need him to sign for this.”
“What’s up, Cuz?” Taylor appears from around a corner.
You hold out your electronic POS and stylus, awaiting his signature. “Just need you to sign this, then I’m done for the night.”
“Nice!” says Adrian “You got any plans after this?”
“Depends on who’s asking,” you tease him, a small balloon swells up in your chest with excitement. You’ve never been sure whether Adrian’s always so excited to see you because he likes you or if he just really likes soda.
“Uh, me, Adrian. Remember?”
“Hey man, what did I tell you about hitting on my cousin?” Taylor gives him a stern look. “Don’t you have a pregnant girlfriend to be worried about?”
You’re surprised, to say the least. The fact that Adrian has a girlfriend (a pregnant one at that) but he still goes out of his way to exchange gifts with you every week is kind of disappointing. It reaffirms your belief that there are no decent men in this town.
“Yes! I mean, no. We, uh, we broke up.”
“Because of the party you tried to throw her?” asks Taylor.
Aw, that’s kind of sweet.
“Uh, yeah, she did not appreciate the abortion party.”
What the fuck?
Taylor signs for the delivery and hands you back the device, giving you a meaningful look- I told you so. The balloon of excitement in your chest feels well and truly punctured.
“But I mean, I’m not hung up on her or anything. I actually dumped her.”
Yup, no decent men alright.
You and Taylor exchange glances. You can practically hear the wet raspberry of the balloon deflating completely.
“I’d better go. Thanks for the tape, dude,” you say a little more coolly than you’d intended in your hurry to hide your dismay before wheeling your cart out of the break room.
“Hey, let me help you with that,” Adrian’s voice calls from behind you, but Taylor grabs the door before he can.
“I got it, man.”
Taylor walks with you to the van. You lean up against the cab door in exasperation. Taylor offers you a cigarette which you go to accept, but he retracts the packet.
“Nuh-uh, let’s hear it first.”
“Fine,” you sigh. “You are so full of wisdom, as always, and I will forever heed your dating advice from now until the end of time,” you concede to Taylor, snatching a cigarette. He grins and lights you both up.
“Y’know what the weird thing is? I don’t think he ever had a girlfriend.”
You exhale a puff of smoke in surprise. “What was that about then?”
“I dunno. I caught him out here celebrating one night, and he made up a weird abortion party story. I think he was really out here dancing because Peacemaker came into the restaurant-“
“Peacemaker?! Jeez, isn’t that guy in jail?”
“Musta released him. But I think Adrian was being an excited fanboy and got embarrassed when I saw him. Dude’s a serial liar- I thought he’d come clean if I asked him about it in front of you.”
You lean your head back against the van. “Where are all the decent men in Evergreen?” You lament and start rhyming off, counting on your fingers. “They’re either obsessed with capes, racists, racist capes or racists who are obsessed with capes!”
“Well, speaking of capes, it’s getting dark. You better hit the road before you run into that nutcase, Vigilante.”
“Yeah, or the escaped gorilla,” you laugh, stubbing out your cigarette.
“Put that in the trash or you’ll end up with a bullet in your head for littering.”
“I’ve charmed my way out of worse situations. Besides, maybe he’ll be the one to sweep me off my feet.”
“Vigilante? Or the gorilla?”
“Honestly, at this point, I’d take either.”
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The following afternoon, your delivery route sends you off down the highway. It’s not a glamorous job, stocking vending machines at different businesses all over the place, but it’s easy, and you can listen to your own music. It takes you all across this little corner of Washington, and the more you see, the more grateful you are that you get to live in this beautiful, rocky state.
Even if there isn’t a single eligible man to be found on your entire route. You still feel a little crestfallen thinking about Adrian Chase. Why was he so intent on lying to Taylor yesterday? How deep does his Peacemaker obsession go if he was that embarrassed?
You pull up to the back of the Glan Tai bottling plant on the outskirts of Evergreen, put on your headphones and turn on your Walkman. You want to keep a low profile because the clients are much weirder here than the rest- Adrian Chase excluded.
They weren’t always like this. The facilities manager at Glan Tai was a friendly old man - Clive- who let you use their bathroom, and gave you filter coffee from a polystyrene cup to ease your two-hour journey home. Until one day recently, Clive wasn’t so friendly anymore. New management, you expected.
Head down, you drag your cart through the service entrance and make your way to their storage room. Aqua blasts in your ears as you wheel your way along the corridor. There are loud bangs and the ground vibrates slightly, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary in a site with heavy machinery.
You get to the room where they keep the IT equipment, files and vending machine and start unloading. You feel a heavy hand on your shoulder and pull your headphones down around your neck.
“Oh, sorry Clive, I didn’t see you-“
You freeze, icy fear spreading through your veins as you find yourself face to face with - you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me - the escaped gorilla from the zoo.
You scream. Loudly.
Two people burst into the room, startling the gorilla. It backs away from you. For a second, you think they’re factory workers running to your rescue. But they slam and bolt the storage room door shut behind them.
“No! Unlock the door!”
They whip around and point their guns at you. You drop the case of water you’re holding and hold your hands up in surrender.
One of them, you recognise from the news. A man in a black and teal suit, armed to the hilt, with his face almost entirely obscured- except by a red visor covering his eyes.
It’s him. It’s Vigilante. And a blonde woman you don’t recognise.
He lowers his gun and nudges hers away from your direction.
“Shoot her before she kills us both!” snaps the woman, irritated.
“She’s not a butterfly,” says Vigilante, his voice muffled behind his mask. “I know her.”
He knows me? How?
“I’m just delivering water, I swear!” You beg her, looking between them.
Just then, the gorilla appears from behind the shelves and launches the blonde woman across the room.
An involuntary yelp of shock escapes you again and the gorilla returns its attention to you. Thinking fast, you tip your cart forward, and the giant ape trips up on the cascade of cans and bottles.
“You didn’t think to tell us there was a gorilla in here?!” Comes the annoyed blonde woman’s voice from behind a broken table.
“I was preoccupied with the guns in my face!”
The door to the storage room is blasted open and another woman bursts in, followed by none other than Peacemaker.
Adrian would lose his shit right now, you think to yourself.
Peacemaker looks at you through the eyeholes of his helmet “She’s clear, Adebayo” and the other woman lowers her gun. The gorilla gets up. “Oh shit!” says Peacemaker as it sends a swipe in your direction, sending you tumbling off your feet and onto the floor.
You cower in the corner as they fight the gorilla. Vigilante stabs it but it bats him away easily and does the same to the woman called Adebayo. Peacemaker launches himself onto the gorilla’s back but the beast throws him off onto the hard floor.
“Die, human!”
Did that gorilla just speak? What have you gotten yourself into?
The gorilla raises its fists, ready to crush Peacemaker, when a man with an oddly patchy beard runs through the door, chainsaw in hand and proceeds to kill the gorilla, sawing it almost in half and sending blood splattering everywhere.
A small winged creature crawls out of the dead gorilla’s mouth. The blonde woman gets to her feet and shoots it casually. What the…? Was that some kind of parasite?
The gunshot leaves your ears ringing but hearing your name whispered in your ear brings you back to reality. You blink stupidly at Vigilante, who is now crouched down inches from your face and you try to make out his eyes through the red visor. You know those eyes. But how? How does the mass murderer of Evergreen know you?
He hooks his arms under yours, lifts you to your feet and wipes the smattering of blood off your face. Your heart is racing as you continue to stare at him silently, dumbfounded. You know you should be scared of this masked man, who’s wanted on multiple counts of murder. But here he is, claiming he knows you, making sure you’re okay.
“What do we do with her?” asks the bearded man with the chainsaw.
“Who, me?” you try and sound nonchalant. “I didn’t see anything. I’ll just get out of your beard- hair! I mean hair.” You go to put your headphones back over your ears but the blonde woman rips them off.
“Hey!” Vigilante steps between you and her. “Look, she’s cool. She says she didn’t see anything, so she didn’t”
“How do you know she’s not a butterfly?” she challenges Vigilante.
“X-ray helmet,” interjects Peacemaker. “No butterfly in that pretty little noggin.” He winks at you and Vigilante bristles, folding his arms in an irritated sort of way.
“Listen, I’ve got like four more deliveries today so…” You trail off as your body starts to go on autopilot. There’s an awkward silence as they watch you bustle around, stacking the blood-covered cases of water and soda back onto your cart.
“She’s clearly in shock,” says Adebayo, more gently than the blonde.
“Hey, let me help you with that,” says a muffled voice from behind you.
‘Hey, let me help you with that.’
In the exact same cadence as yesterday.
“A-Adrian?” you say hoarsely and you turn back around in time to watch Vigilante drop the case of water. “Adrian Chase?!” you repeat, your voice slightly hysterical.
“No!” says Adrian unconvincingly but at the same time Peacemaker says:
“Godammit Vij. How does she know you?”
Adrian groans in frustration. “She delivers drinks to my job too!”
“That settles it- she’s a witness and she knows Vigilante’s identity. Adebayo, you need to end this. Don’t make her beg for her life like the other guy,” commands the blonde woman, clearly in charge of the team.
“Nonononononono,” Adrian stands in front of you with his arms folded. “No way. I am not letting you kill her.”
“That’s an order, Adebayo. Vigilante- move.”
“Wait,” says the guy with the beard. “She might actually be useful, Harcourt.”
Harcourt raises her eyebrows. “Well?”
“We’re looking for other leads, right? Other places where the butterflies are?” He looks at you. “Hey, water girl. Does this company have any other locations?”
“Y-yes,” your throat feels dry.
“Can you tell us where they are?” he asks.
“Will you let me live if I tell you?”
Everyone looks at Harcourt. She groans. “Fine. But we’re gonna need to figure out what to do with her to keep her from blabbering.”
“C’mon, she already said she was cool!” says Adrian.
“And you trust her?”
“One hundo percent.” He gives you a reassuring thumbs up.
“I wouldn’t trust his judgement,” says Peacemaker and you immediately feel faint. It must be obvious on your face because he backtracks. “No! Not that we should kill her! Definitely not. But Adrian would trust any hot girl. We can’t just let her go.”
Harcourt pinches the bridge of her nose as she thinks.
“Vigilante,” she says finally. “I’m telling Murn that water girl is your responsibility. You’re going to keep her with you 24/7 until the mission is over. Any fuck-up, if she does or says anything that jeopardizes our objective, she’s dead and you’ll be doing black ops in Belize. Got it?”
“Cool, got it!” says Adrian enthusiastically, as if that isn’t the most horrifying thing he’s ever heard.
“Wait, don’t I get a say in this? I have a job! I have people who will be looking for me.”
“Do you want to cooperate or do you want to die?”
“Which one do you wanna do?” asks Adrian.
If you hadn’t already figured out that Vigilante was Adrian Chase, that would have been the dead giveaway.
A few moments later, Adrian is leading you by the hand back through the factory to where your van is parked while you cover your eyes with one hand. He had suggested it after your knees almost gave way when you saw the pile of bodies at the door. And he liked that you had rejected Peacemaker’s offer to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you out.
“Oh, no… Clive,” you whisper, making the mistake of opening your eyes and seeing the old man crumpled on the floor, next to the coffee machine. You cover your eyes again.
“Watch you don’t slip in the blood here,” says Adrian gently, guiding you to side-step.
You groan. You think you might puke.
“I can’t believe you killed all these people,” you whisper, wishing you could disassociate from this whole thing.
“We didn’t, not really- I promise. I’ll explain on the ride home.”
Harcourt instructs Adrian to drive your van, following theirs back to Evergreen. When you’re both out of earshot and in your van, Adebayo sits in the driver’s seat turning to Harcourt, Peacemaker and Economos. “Isn’t it kind of weird seeing Vigilante like this?”
“Like what?” asks Economos.
“Like, compassionate, sweet… not all hell-bent on murder?”
Peacemaker shrugs “He’s like this all the time. You should hear the way he talks about this other girl, his friend Taylor’s sister, or cousin, I think. He’s just a sucker for anyone who’s nice to him.”
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Hours later, you’re sitting on the couch in your apartment, waiting for Adrian to finish up in the shower.
On the drive to their headquarters, Adrian had explained all about their mission and how an alien race called ‘the butterflies’ had taken over the bodies of (and, therefore, killed) all those people in the factory long before Adrian’s team had arrived.
At headquarters, you had told them everything you knew about your clients at Glan Tai and had given them the coordinates for their other delivery location- a small farm thirty miles north of the factory. Murn seemed to be satisfied with your intel and approved of Harcourt’s plan to have Adrian keep you under close surveillance. Great.
Adrian grabbed his go-bag from his Sebring and drove the two of you in your van back to your apartment, where you immediately ran to the shower, to try and rid yourself of all the negative feelings from today.
He now appears in your living room, fresh out of the shower in a pale blue t-shirt and jeans, looking much less out of place than when he was in his full combat gear. But he still stands awkwardly, not sure what to do with himself.
“Thirsty?” you ask him. “I’ve got wine.”
“I shouldn’t. I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on you.”
You find two wine glasses and place them on the coffee table. He sits on the edge of your couch. “What am I gonna do, Adrian?” You open up a bottle of red wine and start pouring. “I could barely stand seeing all that shit at the factory. Do you really think I’m gonna kill you?” You slide a glass towards him and start filling your own.
He looks down at the wine but doesn’t touch it. You raise your glass. “To forgetting the worst day of my life.”
“The worst day of your life? Today was awesome!” He looks genuinely surprised that you’re not sharing his elation. “We killed a ton of butterflies, and now thanks to you, we know where they keep their cow.”
It’s a sentence that wouldn’t have made sense to you a few hours ago. And you hate that it does now.
“We’re saving the world,” he continues. “And you helped!”
You push his wine glass closer to him. “To saving the world, then.”
He takes a sip and screws up his face. “Do you have any beer? Ooh, or soda!”
“It’s in the van. And most of it’s covered in blood now.”
“Then this is great,” he says, a little too politely.
“If you’re not used to it, the first glass tastes like acetone,” you tell him, draining yours. “But the second one…” You pause, pouring yourself another. “The second goes down real smooth.”
Adrian copies you and gulps down the red wine. You refill his glass, and he takes another sip.
“The second one isn’t so bad, actually.” He sounds surprised.
You sink down on the couch next to him. “So now what?” you ask. He looks confused, so you elaborate. “What do you usually do with hostages all night?”
“You’re not a hostage!” He looks offended. “I’m more like your bodyguard.”
“Oh yeah? Who are you guarding me from? Your friends?”
He looks up over his glasses in thought. “Well, just Harcourt. And Murn. But it’s mostly to keep you safe from the butterflies.”
You take another drink of wine. Studying his face, you think he’s telling the truth. He really doesn’t consider you to be his hostage. As you look him over, you realise you’ve never noticed how curly his hair is before- he’s normally wearing that dorky little Fennel Fields hat.
You’ve always thought he was cute in a wholesome kind of way but now that he’s out of his work uniform, you can appreciate that he’s, like, ridiculously, conventionally handsome. You wonder if he knows it. You wonder a lot of things about Adrian, especially now that, come to think of it, everything you know about him is probably a lie to keep his secret identity hidden.
“Truth or dare?” you blurt.
“What?”
“Go on.” You gesture towards him with your glass. “We’ve got a long night. I want to find out more about you. Adrian. Vigilante.”
He looks excited. Maybe it’s the prospect of playing a game, or maybe he’s just happy someone wants to know more about him. Both sides of him.
“Truth then.”
“Does your pregnant ex-girlfriend exist?”
He groans and leans his head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “No. I was just trying to cover how stoked I was that Peacemaker was out of jail.”
You laugh, but your eyes linger on his exposed neck and the way his Adam’s apple moves when he talks.
He turns his head to look over at you through his wire-rimmed glasses. “I don’t think Taylor likes me.”
“Taylor likes you just fine,” you lie, sipping your wine.
“Truth or dare?” asks Adrian.
“Truth.”
“Has Taylor ever told you that you shouldn’t date me?”
“Ugh, fine. Yes. He told me not to give you my number.”
“Why?!”
“If you want to ask a follow-up question, then you need to take a drink. That’s the rule.” He does so- quickly. “Okay, fine. He says he doesn’t trust you because you’re always lying about things, and it kind of annoys everyone because you’re a bad liar.”
“Everyone?! I thought we were talking about Taylor?”
“If you want to be liked and have a secret identity, you need to be a better liar.”
“Okay, that’s fair,” admits Adrian, twisting the stem of the glass between his fingers. “Your turn, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
He thinks for a couple of beats. “I dare you to finish your drink.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“It was the only dare I could think of that wasn’t a sexy dare.”
The newly formed idea of Adrian asking you to do something sexy for him makes you pause. Warmth pools deep in your tummy as watches you, waiting. God, why does red wine always make you feel so slutty? You raise your eyebrows over the rim of your glass, and you drain the rest of the liquid. “Why don’t you want to give me a sexy dare?” you ask, setting your glass down.
“I dunno, don’t you think there’s kind of a power imbalance?”
“That’s true. You are my bodyguard after all.” You nod contemplatively. “And I guess it would be awkward since you need to stay here for a few more days.”
“Oh, I meant-” Adrian cuts himself off. What he really meant would sound incredibly childish now.
You get up from the couch to retrieve another bottle of wine from the breakfast bar that separates your kitchen from your living room. “Go on, what did you mean?”
“No, I meant what you said.”
No, he didn’t. What he meant is that you have all the power because he has such a huge crush on you. And the way the wine is going to his head, he’s not sure he trusts himself to give you a dare without it having an ulterior motive. Adrian watches as you twist the corkscrew into the bottle with precision. Your chest jiggles in your tank top with the recoil of your arm extracting the cork, and it makes Adrian blush bright red. He discreetly adjusts himself in his jeans.
You bring the new bottle of wine over to the couch and sit down cross-legged, your back leaning against the armrest so you can get a better look at him without constantly straining. Fuck, he’s gorgeous like this, you think, as he gets comfortable, changing position so he can look at you too. In the soft light of your living room, you can make out that his cheeks are pink again. “Does wine usually make you flush like that?” you ask.
“Uh, I wouldn’t know. Can wine do that?”
“To some people, yeah. For me, it just makes me feel kinda sexy.” You clap your hand to your mouth, watching Adrian’s eyes widen. “Ugh! Sorry, I wouldn’t have said that if I hadn’t had two glasses already.” You scoff and shake your head. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
The wine is making you feel bolder. “Have you had sex in your Vigilante costume?”
“Today?”
You almost choke on your newly poured drink with laughter.
“Okay, that answers that question. In which case, I have a follow-up,” You take a sip, pointedly. “What’s Vigilante’s favourite sex position?”
“Oh, uh…” Adrian thinks back to when he last had sex as Vigilante, with Amber and Peacemaker a few days ago. “Any, I guess.”
“Any? C’mon, you picked truth!”
“It is the truth! I don’t take my mask off, or my suit if I don’t have to. So it always feels the same. Fun, I guess, but sorta uncomfortable. Funcomfortable.”
You smile and rest your head on your hand, elbow leaning on the back of the couch. “What about Adrian?”
“Is that another follow-up question?”
You acquiesce and take another drink but before you can even swallow he says “Missionary.”
“Boring,” you tease but he doesn’t seem fazed.
“It’s not. Not when you really like someone anyway. Missionary is fucking great - when you can kiss them, hold their hand, stare into their eyes…” He pauses, his green eyes burning into yours. “Boring is not being able to even taste someone because of my mask.”
You realise you’ve been holding your breath. You look away and exhale slowly, trying to steady the growing arousal burning hot, deep in your pelvic floor.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I-” When you raise your head again, he’s still looking at you intently. “I just realised I haven’t been fucked like that in a really long time.”
He shakes his head. “Yeah right! I bet you go on tons of dates.”
“I do,” you admit with a tilt of your head. “But did you know that like 90% of women don’t orgasm on a one-night stand?”
Adrian’s eyebrows knit together “That doesn’t sound right. Women always cum when I-”
“That’s what all men say, Adrian. But honestly, I don’t think a man has made me cum in, like, the entire time I’ve been single.”
“I could,” he says, matter-of-factly. It’s not a boast, it’s a simple statement.
Honestly, you're not sure if it’s the alcohol or the vivid image you have of Adrian making you clutch at your bedsheets and moan his name, but something’s making the blood rush to your face and other parts of your body that you’re still desperately trying not to think about.
“I’ll do it right now if you want?”
He’s asking if he can try to make you cum as casually as if asking if he can help you restock the vending machine. It’s bolder than you’d expected from the shy busboy. Then again, you’d never expected him to be Vigilante either… maybe you should review all the preconceptions you have of him.
Your abdomen clenches. Fuck, you can feel how hot and sticky your underwear is as he blinks at you behind his glasses, waiting for your response.
You look at his face hungrily, eyes lingering on his lips, now stained with red wine. “Adrian, listen. I’m sure you’re very good, blah blah blah. But I just… I don’t want to set you up for disappointment. It’s kind of hard to make me cum.”
“Let me give it a shot. And if I can make you cum, you let me take you on a date.”
You stare at him, feeling your chest pounding as you contemplate his offer. There’s something about his voice that’s so sincere and so fucking desperate for you, your brain can’t think of a reason not to say yes.
“Truth or dare?” he asks, breaking the silence.
“Truth.”
“Do you want me to go down on you? I’m really good at it.”
Yes! You want to scream- already stupidly soaking fucking wet at the mere idea of it.
Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut and nod. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Yeah?” His tone makes you think that he wasn’t really expecting you to say yes.
“Yes, Adrian.” You laugh in disbelief. “If you make me cum, you can take me on a date.” He grins and you shift inelegantly, not sure how to proceed. “So… how do you wanna-”
Adrian pounces on you before you can ask the question, his red-stained lips crashing against yours. You kiss him back- hard. You’re thirsty for him, you realise, as you taste the alcohol mixed with the slightly metallic taste of his saliva. You want to drain him, drown in him.
He groans when you grab the nape of his neck and suck on his bottom lip. He can’t believe that you’re kissing him like this- like it’s you who’s been pining after him and not the other way around.
You pause, lips barely touching his. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss you like this for so long,” you whisper.
“You- you have?”
“Adrian, I spend half my week trying to find you new kinds of speciality soda just so I have an excuse to talk to you.”
“Oh.” Realisation dawns on him. All this time he just thought you were really, really into soda.
Adrian gives you one last deep kiss and pulls away. He gets on his knees on the floor, and the sight of him there, with his hands on your hips and his body between your legs, makes your cunt clench. You bite your lips in anticipation.
His fingertips hook the hem of your sweatpants. “Can I take these off?” You lift your hips, permitting him to remove them.
“Fuck,” he breathes, staring at your pussy.
“Adrian…” You mumble, suddenly self-conscious. Exposed. You try to bring your knees together, but he places a hand on each of your thighs, holding them firmly open.
“You’re wet already,” he says, in a self-satisfied sort of way that makes your skin feel like it’s on fire. “When did that happen? Was it when I said I’d make you cum?”
You shake your head. “When I was wondering what kind of sexy dare you wanted to give me.”
He grins “I wanted to dare you to take your top off.” He traces a finger along your hot, wet folds. You gasp, feeling the calloused texture of his fingertip brushing up and down against your skin.
“Like this?” You lift your tank top up and over your head, tossing it aside and then you squeeze your tits together.
He sits on the floor, lips parted slightly in awe. You feel like he’s looking at you like you’re the most-
“You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Now you really are embarrassed but before you can respond, he dips the finger that was sliding along your folds into your pussy. You bite your lip to stifle the vulnerable, blissful sigh that leaves you.
“It’s okay- you can moan for me.” He reassures, pushing a thick finger in and up. You feel your walls squeezing around him in response. “God, you’re so tight around my finger.”
“Fuck-” you plead, as he teases you, gently stroking your g-spot. His lips haven’t even touched you yet and you already feel like you’re having to consciously stop yourself from cumming.
“You needed this, huh?” he asks and you watch as he kisses your inner thigh, sucking the sensitive skin there. You have to look away- just the sight of his jaw muscles moving as he traces his tongue along the crevice where your thigh meets your body almost sends you over the brink.
“Adrian, I’m- fuck-” After all your warnings about how difficult it would be to make you cum, you’re are shamefully close already- and Adrian knows it. Everything below your waist is hot and shaking and swollen as his finger curls up inside you, tapping rhythmically.
“Wait not yet- I’ve got to taste you. I want you to cum on my tongue.”
Warmth envelopes your clit as Adrian opens his mouth and slowly glides his tongue over the bundle of nerves there, tasting you for the first time. He barely moves at all but you’re so close that just the pressure of his mouth on you sends the crashing wave of your orgasm rolling across his hot tongue. Your back arches and your walls clamp down around his finger.
He lets out a groan, sending pleasant vibrations across your clit.
“Shit, Adrian-”
Blinding lights appear somewhere between your eyelids and the centre of the universe. Your thighs tense as the pleasure shoots through your body, your pussy flooding his mouth between your legs.
When you finally stop twitching he removes his tongue from you, giving you a moment’s respite.
“That was, like, really easy,” he smirks as you run your hands through your hair in disbelief. “I didn’t even have to take my glasses off.”
“I’ve never-” You try to catch your breath, blinking at him. You’re not sure you’ve even made yourself cum that quickly before. “That’s never happened -so fast- ever.”
“I shoulda asked what two orgasms would get me.”
“Literally anything. Do whatever you want with me-” you babble, staring up at the ceiling. You pause to look down when you feel him remove his finger from inside you.
And he takes off his glasses, ready to make you a fucking mess.
It’s the singular hottest action you’ve ever seen anyone do in your entire life- Adrian Chase is going to be the end of you.
He hooks his arms behind your knees, lifting your ass off of the couch and pulling you towards him.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, mesmerised by the way your chest still heaves in the aftershock of your orgasm. Adrian buries his face between your legs, delving his tongue between your lips and exploring your entrance.
He pulls back for a second “I knew you’d taste so fucking good.”
Fuck.
You watch as he sucks on two of his fingers and sinks them deep inside you, up to his knuckles. When you repeat his name over and over, he answers by flicking his tongue over your clit.
You gasp at the sensation and grab a fistful of his thick, curly hair. His tongue rolls gentle circles around your clit as his fingers work in and out, softly stretching your pussy. Adrian takes his time now and it’s agonising.
For so long he’s been having sex as Vigilante. Adrian’s missed this, the freedom of having his mask off. Of taste. And he can’t believe that it’s you that he’s devouring.
Fuck, and you could lie here like this forever, just enjoying him exploring you, like he wants nothing more than to make you gush all over him and cry his name again. Normally you’d feel under pressure to perform, to give him that second orgasm he’s so determined to draw from you, but the way he’s taking his time, lazily swirling his tongue in circles, and curling his fingers into you makes you dissolve into a puddle.
“Fuuuck,” you whine helplessly, feeling the familiar sensation of you losing yourself, the heat that’s been slowly building deep in your core threatening to boil over. “Can we do this, like, the whole time you’re here protecting me?” Your eyes try to find his but he’s staring at your tits. His other hand is on your hip, fingers not quite stretching up towards you - as if unsure what the boundary is on touching you when it comes to this silly little deal you’ve made.
You pull his hand to your chest, encouraging him to squeeze you. He moans needily between wet, sloppy licks. The sound of him being so turned on just from touching your body, when you haven’t laid a hand on him yet sends ecstasy searing through you.
And it comes, whipping through your core and cracking like thunder. You squeeze your thighs around his head and he lets you set the pace, as you grind yourself wildly onto his tongue, his lips, his chin. Adrian groans in encouragement when you grip the back of his head, his fingers still pressing into your g-spot as you press yourself against his mouth.
You cum hard again, your rocking hips eventually shuddering to a halt as he gives you a few last long, slow licks. The faint prickle of embarrassment you feel from letting yourself come undone like that vanishes when you see Adrian’s face light up, his lips swollen and sticky, totally enamoured by your now slightly dishevelled appearance.
His mouth looks irresistible. You slink down off the couch to join him on the floor so you can kiss him desperately. Fuck, why did you ever listen to Taylor? You needed this. Needed him. You taste the sweet, salty juices on Adrian’s lips and on his tongue.
“I’ll admit-” you breathe, pressing your forehead against his. “- you’re like really, really fucking good at that.”
“Told you.” He leans on the couch and gets to his feet. “So, where’s your bedroom?”
“Uh, down the hall, across from the bathroom. Why?”
“Two orgasms and I can do what I want with you. Deal’s a deal.” Before your brain can catch up, he hoists you to your feet and over his shoulder, making you squeal involuntarily with delight.
Oh my fucking god.
Adrian slaps your ass and carries you through to your bedroom, tossing you onto your bed where you burst into a fit of giggles. He smells warm and clean, like your favourite shower gel he must have used earlier. He crawls on top of you and plants tiny kisses all over your lips, your cheeks, your nose- every inch of your face and neck peppered with his affection.
He pulls off his T-shirt and - Jesus Christ, he has abs. But you also notice his torso is covered in scars and bruises, the evidence of his double life painted across his body. A streak of white scar tissue here, a purple welt there-
“Don’t girls usually ask about all these injuries?” You ask, tracing your hand down his chest.
“I usually keep my suit on.” He shrugs.
And that’s when you realise- he doesn’t just happen to have sex as Vigilante. He only has sex as Vigilante. You feel a pang of understanding, thinking about the way he so wistfully described missionary earlier. You’re the only one who’s seen him like this. Both sides of him.
Adrian undoes his belt buckle and looks down at you lying spread out of the bedsheets in front of him, still flushed and glowing. He knew he’d be able to make you glow like that.
He pauses. “Do, uh, do you have a condom? I wasn’t expecting to…”
You find a condom in your bedside drawer while he undresses and then you help to put it on him as you kiss the small trail of dark hair below his belly button. He’s big- bigger than what you’re used to. You’d really, really like to suck it, you think. But Adrian has other ideas. He guides you back to lie on your pillows and climbs on top of you.
Wanton anticipation bubbles over inside you, you sigh needily as he kisses your neck and brings his calloused hand between your legs again. He slides his fingers into your folds and you hear the wet sounds of him rubbing your slick on his cock. It’s greedy but you’re already impatient for him- you want to cum for him again.
He positions himself at your entrance and looks into your eyes. “You okay?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” you breathe. “Fuck me- please.”
The way you plead makes him twitch- he can’t take it anymore. The erection he’s had since you opened that second bottle of wine is throbbing. Adrian’s hips press into you and you feel his cock pushing through your folds, into your centre. A soft whimper escapes your lips as you feel him filling you up, the walls of your pussy struggling to accommodate him.
Watching your reaction, he double checks “Sure you’re okay?”
You nod. Because it aches - but in the best kind of way.
“Good,” he says. “Because you feel so good. Your pussy feels so fucking good around me.”
You wrap your legs around his waist. Fuck, he has such a slutty little waist, you think to yourself as he grinds into you, pushing deeper, the head of his cock pressing into your g-spot. You slip your hand between your bodies to touch yourself and he moans quietly in your ear.
“Oh my god, yeah. Fuck, rub your clit because I’m not gonna last long.”
He clasps your other hand, fingers intertwining with yours- half holding it, half pinning it to the bed. Your body writhes under him, leaning your head back into your pillows and he takes the opportunity to suck at your freshly exposed neck.
“You look so good taking it so deep like this,” he groans, tilting his head down to watch his cock slide in and out of you. “I can’t believe I’m fucking inside you.”
Everything he says makes the hairs on the back of your arms stand up. You feel so, deliciously full- the indecent slapping and squelching noises as he picks up pace and pounds into you only makes you wetter.
Your legs squeeze around his waist as your whole body tightens like a spring coiling, ready to be released. The friction of his body moves yours, driving you into your mattress, and putting even more rhythmic pressure on your fingers against your clit.
“Adrian, I’m- ah, fuck- I’m gonna cum again.”
“Fuck, look at me. I want you to cum when I cum. Let it all out for me.”
You try and keep eye contact with him while bliss rockets through your body as his hips slam into you harder. It spreads from your centre right down your legs, now in a vice-like grip around him. You curse his name incoherently, your pussy tightening and releasing as you cum around his cock.
“That’s it- fuckfuckfuckfuck-” His full weight collapses on you as he empties himself. You feel Adrian’s cock pulsing inside you as he groans your name and comes to a halt.
You both lie there for a few moments, Adrian breathing raggedly into the crook of your neck, his heartbeat and yours pounding against each other. Your euphoria is interrupted only briefly when he pulls out of you and disposes of the condom.
Adrian returns to your bed and pulls you into his chest.
“I am never listening to Taylor ever again,” you say, face pressed against his pectoral muscles.
“Yeah?”
“I mean, unless…” You tilt your head up to look at him. “You still want to take me on a date right?”
“Are you crazy? Of course, I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Nevermind.” The dating scene in Evergreen has sucked so hard for so long, your first thought was that he might not want to see you again.
He grabs your face with both hands, trying to drum sense into you. “I’ve wanted to ask you out for months. You’re not getting rid of me.”
Adrian plants a kiss on your forehead.
Maybe there is a decent man in this town after all.
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I’m going to need 3-5 business days to recover from this one gang
I love Divorce!! Live Laugh Toxic Yaoi!! This was a hit in the BRP so here you go.
#/pos#im ill#im so very ill#they make me sick#I need to chew on furniture#maybe glass#the divorced men ever#pulp musicals#kalfu pulp musicals#pulp musicals fanart#dakkar pulp musicals#kalfu#dakkar
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hey spies fanbase!!
how we feeling? decent? well! i'm here to make everything worse. i was watching spies with @richie-shitlips earlier today, and noticed this:
so. what does this mean? he was going to tell her about Chimera. he considered telling her. he was going to tell her, tell her that Chimera was still out there, the information about her family could still be out there, and then he chose not to.
this musical makes me sick /pos
#queue don't have a song here#this should post when i'm asleep tommy you can't get mad at me#spies are forever#agent curt mega#tatiana slozhno#yes i know these screenshots are bad give me a break i'm tired#🗡🥂
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i just finished working boys. holy shit??/pos
mentions of show spoilers under cut
SO. welcome to my ted talk. i just finished working boys. what. the. FUCK. but like in a good way. i loved it! i watched it with my dad kinda and i was giggling the entire time. i love rob as hidgens but if hidgens was anyone else BESIDES jeff i would have honestly not felt the same about it. jeff did great in the whole thing.
also, RUTHH!!.., MY BABY💔💔 SHE DID NO WRONG. IT WAS HER DEBUT☹️ she did great and i loved the few seconds of screentime she had.
the people in the audience were also making my tism alarm go off. if i can recall it was bill, ted, officer bailey, ms mulberry, richie, grace, gerald, linda, and brenda? those are all the people i can remember. seeing richie and grace go to see ruth actually made me go crazy i love them all SO MUCH. i wanna take richie and shake him. Ted was being a little asshole as always/pos. poor bill was abandoned. AND GERALD AND LINDA? oh my god i love them. i have a love-hate relationship with linda except she doesnt know who i am and would spit on me and i love her but also need her to suffer. I wanted to take the scene where him and linda are cuddling and just stay there forever. officer bailey made me laugh but also how is that man a cop. he just handed grace the gun?? ALSO GRACE IS SO BADASS BUT SHES CRAZY?? SUPPORT WOMENS WRONGS!! she started saying sumthing about the lord and i got chills.
the dead workin boys?? that was so sick what??
LIKE?? JON ILY YOU SCARE ME SO MUCH/pos. THIS WAS A JUMPSCARE BUT A GOOD ONE.
I LOVE THIS TOO? I FOR THE LIFE OF ME CANNOT TELL WHO THIS IS BUT THEY LOOK SO SCARY AND SICK I LOVE IT
RAHH I LOVE THIS LOOK. I LOVE HOW THEY ARE ALL COMING OUT OF THE MOST UNNATURAL PLACES.
OH MARK YOU SCARE ME SO MUCH MY UNSETTLING LITTLE BABY❤️ PLEASE NEVER SHOW UP AGAIN
THIS IS SUCH A BAD ANGLE BUT ITS STILL SO GOOD?? THEY ALL LOOK SO AWESOME
IDK IF ITS ALL MAKEUP OR CGI OR A MIX BUT WHOEVER DID IT DID GREAT.
THE MUSIC WAS AMAZING. LIKE IDK IF THIS IS ON SPOTIFY OR NOT OR IF I GOTTA UPLOAD WHAT I CAN FIND PRIVATELY FOR MYSELF. STARKID I LOVE YOU.
ALSO THE UNCANNYNESS OF PROFESSOR HIDGENS LAST WORDS BEING “i cant wait to get home to my boys..” WHILE BEING SHOT AT BY GRACE. HE JUST WANTED TO IMPRESS HIS BOYFRIENDS ☹️
uhm uhm im gonna shut up now because my brain is being overwhelmed by over analyzing this but please please please talk to me about this
#starkid#workin boys#working boys#grace chasity#professor henry hidgens#professor hidgens#ruth fleming#hatchetfield#gerald monroe#linda monroe#richie lipschitz#ted spankoffski#bill woodward
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my (mostly) coherent thoughts on the wisdom saga
written during first listen/the livestream this time bc i have shit to do tmrw so forgive me if i miss some stuff (will prob do a part 2 once i have a spare hour or so)
(also spoilers)
𓅓 LEGENDARY 𓅓
first off there were over 100k ppl in the livestream by the time the saga started which i think is a record so good job winions
MICO's voice fits telemachus SO well its not even funny
and like he also has a bit of jorge's voice in him and it's just. augh /pos
the L-L-L-L-Legendary :D
ok but you can hear his voice get just the tiniest bit softer when he starts talking abt the suitors/penelope
ARGOS :DDDDDDDD
MAN OF THE HOUSE
also the animatics are SO GOOD
ANTINOUS YOU BITCH /POS
"WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT CHAMP?" LMAOOO
12/10
𓅓 LITTLE WOLF 𓅓
THE ART??? HELLO??????
i hate antinous /pos
but also his voice is sooooooooooo good
this. this is just street fighter (/pos)
ATHENA WITH THE QUICK THOUGHT
"Whoa, this is so sick!" i love him <3
god teagan sounds sooooooooo good
i did not expect him to lose but it makes sense so im not complaining
10/10
𓅓 WE'LL BE FINE 𓅓
athena looks so pretty in the art omg
athena opening up? holy shit
"my time with you's been splendid, the best day of my life" telemachus you got beatne to a pulp are you okay
i like the new lyrics for telemachus' part better tbh
TELEMACHUS FALLING THROUGH HER LMAO
9/10
𓅓 LOVE IN PARADISE 𓅓
THE TIME DIIIIIIIIIVE
gigi hitting HARD with the animatics again
CALYPSO'S FACE WHEN HE TALKS ABT PENELOPE LMAO
also calypso's animation is so flowy i love it
"last i checked goddesses can't die ^_^"
it was at this point the livestream died for "policy violations" i think youtube just hates us
pov: you are in the epic the musical discord at 11:44 p.m. EST
THE OG STREAM WENT FROM 110K TO 4.6K IN LIKE THREE MINUTES LMAO
i came into the new stream to jorge cackling like mad and i think that sums up the general energy of my reaction to this whole saga pretty well
the glowy effects on her are so cooooool
damn poor ody :(
fuck you jorge /pos
"i have to see her" vs. "he needs my help" pick you poison
10/10 -1 point for youtube being a little shit /neg
𓅓 GOD GAMES 𓅓
luke. just luke
wolfy animatic :D
the harp strings are so fun
love hephaestus' animation omg
also hephaestus being voiced by jorge's dad is so cool :D
aphrodite. that's it that's the post <3
i still maintain that you can do the camp rock march to ares' part idc
ATHENA DANCING LMAO
BEAST MODE ZEUS HOLY S H I T THE GROWL
"is she dead?!" i love him but yea there's a reason ares isn't the smart war god
THE FLASHBACK??????? HELLO???????? I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR THE NEXT FIVE YEARS
OH SHIT ARES WAS RIGHT
12/10
in conclusion idk what kind of crack got put in this saga specifically but consider me hooked
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I'm actually so sick??? Cherry just watching soda hold their baby girl. He's just mumbling small little comments to Kat and Cherry is just smiling so big because she knows that she chose the right person to spend the rest of her life with :((( I love them so deeply it's not even funny.
no y’all cause like kat born on sodas birthday is so important to me!!!
cherry would have gone into labor the night before and kat would have arrived in the morning and soda will not stop telling every single person i’m the gang that kat is his little gift!!!
two-bit would place a bow on her head too as part of the gag and keep calling her the present of the evening
cherry would be sooooooo emotional over the fact two of her favorite people were born on the same day ugh
soda would not be able to stop holding her and loving on her and for YEARS they would have joint birthday parties, which leads to soda having a fairy themed birthday party i fear
#the outsiders broadway#the outsiders#the outsiders musical#sodapop curtis#cherrycola teen parents au#cherry valance#cherrycola#kat valance curtis#LILLYYYY#ugh u make me so sick over these two /pos
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