#tom hardy writings

[sapphic-and-stupid]

I just. There’s something to be said here about Eddie having Venom ride along with his every thought, every moment of his life, for the past year. Even when he gets angry and yell and tells Venom that he wishes Venom wasn’t around… when he wakes up (Multiple Times in the Movie!!) his first action is reaching out to Venom. God the transition from movie 2, Eddie “I don’t need you, YOU need ME” to movie 3 “But I need him.” Eddie tried so hard to be his own person and he is!! He is a whole human being of course but his life is so much better with Venom in it - not as a symbiote or as part of this crime fighting duo. But as his buddy! As his friend as his constant companion. Eddie and Venom, two losers who finally find belonging in each other. And now? And now Eddie is alone again

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Working on an Eddie Brock|Venom Sex Pollen who is interested??

[mischievous-thunder]

[castielsprostate]

uhm anyway this is my official script outline proposal for venom vs spiderfriend / spiderman 4 / venom 4 !

cockroach!venom is travelling to new york all by himself (the the barman is there too because it's just really funny) while we follow eddie having thee worst day he's ever had. he stubs his toe getting out of bed in the morning, his coffee order is wrong and spills on his shirt, he drops his laptop on the concrete, he loses every lead he had on an investigation, a bird shits on his shoulder, it starts to rain and he doesn't have an umbrella, he gets hit by a street puddle a cab drives through, a fling he's "trying" breaks everything off over text message (gender ambiguous), and then when he's crossing the street he gets fucking BODIED by a truck. he gets rushed to the hospital, barely alive, major trauma, broken bones, brain bleed, cardiac arrest, and before he goes he says, "see you soon, buddy," whilst clutching his lady liberty keychain in his hands

cut to spiderman, doing spideythings on earth 616, swinging through the city of new york,

meanwhile, cock!venom is vroaching it up on the other side of the city, going from alley to alley, dodging cars and pedestrians, barely evading death, looking into windows searching for something, making tiny, whiny little alien sounds. he finds a tasty little treat (rat brains) in between and as he's about to munch spiderman's ass squashes him from falling through a marvel sparkles universe hole. venom attaches himself to spiderman and they are an absolute hate at first sight. by GOD does venom hate peter and does peter try to get rid of venom any and all opportunities! "YOU" "what me?" "YOU ARE THE RED BLUE MAN FROM TV" "well... yeah? i'm spiderman? can you get out of my body please??" venom does not, in fact, get out of his body, but they fight some alley bad guys, one calls spiderman an "uptight fruity" and venom goes ballistic. they fight together, badly, because neither of them is strong enough to control the other and then they fight each other before realising it's pointless. venom ends saying "don't let guys like that get you down, bug, sing your own song, dance to your own beat, it's what we do" to peter when they're done fighting and peter just goes ???

eddie is still dying in the hospital, medically induced coma, anne arrives with dan, they mourn him, getting told there's no chance of survival anymore. they're keeping him alive for mrs chen to say her goodbyes, and unhooking his life support in two days. capcut dream montage where he's raising a family together with venom, eddie says, "this is a life i like better,". that's normal behaviour

spideyvenom is being followed by some woodchippers, venom explains NOTHING to the spider man because they doesn't like the spider man. they have a day where they try to find out whats going on, barely working together, but good enough to find out some information. they have an alleycat fight and venom reveals that he's looking for someone "special to us" after coming all the way from nevada, and peter goes "ah.. mr venom, she must be important to you for you to travel all this way, huh?" "yes, insect... he is important to us" and spiderman goes O.O and then tries to help but no one's heard of an "eddie brock". the city, in the meantime, becomes jittery and weird, and something big is coming. something big and wrong. they go on a venom bender and meet the barman in an underground (gay) club in nyc and have a fun (for venom. terrible for spidey and the barman) night out

eddie is dying, slowly, in the hospital, unresponsive to everyone and everything. mrs chen says a tearful goodbye, leaving a bar of chocolate on his bedside table, anne stays with eddie whilst dan goes with mrs chen to get some food. she holds his hand, cries, maybe. she says, through tears,"i wish he could've protected you longer"

spideyvenom are doing what they can to protect people (venom eats a few of them), swinging through the city when more marvel sparkles appear. by god. that's a lot of fucking marvel sparkles. that's. that's too many marvel sparkles. the sky opens up, there really isn't a lot of time left, the something big, something wrong is here.

swinging through new york, spideyman is listing off everything that's going very, very wrong, trying to evacuate as many people, when venom spots eddie, barely, through a top floor hospital window. in reality he actually spots anne, throwing everything on a hail mary, and decides to crash them into the hospital window. anne ducks to protect eddie, spiderman takes off his mask in anger, "mr venom what the hell??? we HAVE to go, NOW,". venom rejects himself from spiderman, launching him out of the window, and jumping onto eddie, trying to be absorbed, "eddie?... eddie... eddie.. eddie. eddie eddie eddie eddie eddie eddie eddie eddie eddie!! eddie!!! eddie!!!! eddie!!!!! eddie!!!!!!! eddie!!!!!!!!!! eddie!!!!!!!!!!!!! EDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!,"

venom goes to anne, looking at eddie, "why isn't our other waking up? what is wrong with our eddie, anne?". "venom, i'm so sorry."

so venom, without thinking, without any hold back, makes anne perform cpr, just enough to flow into eddie. just. barely. enough. and he brings eddie back again, slamming him back into life, waking up another codex in the process, but he doesn't care. because their eddie is back, and eddie is waking up.

eddie says, whilst reaching up to his chest, "hey buddy, i just had the-," "weirdest dream, eddie,"

silence, for a moment, the camera is only focused on them sitting in eddie's glass covered hospital bed before,

"am i dead? are we dead? is this it?" "no, eddie, we are alive," and eddie presses their foreheads together, gently, with no urgency. just relief. eddie gripping the back of venom's goop, entangling his fingers, wanting to feel venom engulf him again. the moment is cut short by spiderman jumping through ANOTHER window "what in the hell are you doing mr. venom??? we have to clear the city, now, we don't have any time for this"

freaked out, a little soggy, eddie says, "venom, that's th-the-the peter guy from tv from the the purple man universe" "yes eddie, we do not like him," "why is the peter guy from tv in here, why does he know who we are,"

spiderman goes ???, eddie braces himself for a fight, gripping venom tighter, he isn't going to lose him again so soon, "listen sweetie, we aren't going anywhere," whilst gesturing to him and venom, "what is going on here?"

something rumbles the ground, anne yelps, spiderman is up and out another window, "no time, gotta swing, we need to evacuate the city,"

eddie is up, getting anne to safety, she says "don't let him go, venom," before venom is filling him in on everything that happened and being shot into battle in his hospital gown. they full body, venom seeps into every part of eddie, impossibly further than any time before, and eddie lets him in

"we have a new tattoo, eddie?" "got it a while back, it's the," "codex?" "codex,"

they save a few people on their way down, venom eats a few bad guys, "you got a new tattoo, too, huh bud?" "it looks cool on us" they find spiderman and, despite their mutual dislike, team up and [epic battle here]. cool co-ops with veddie launching spiderman, spiderman webbing bad guys like a little burrito for venom to eat, eddie does a few kickflips and gets launched by spiderman to get some up-top threats. and the threat isn't clear, it's not knull, it's not more xenophages, it's something neither of them has seen before, and it just keeps coming... until the sky clears up in an instant. like it was snapped away, and spiderman is marvel sparkled back before any of them know what's happening, "mr venom??" "insect! see you never"

half of the city is destroyed (in true marvel hero style), venom and eddie have to get out of there quickly before anyone gets a too good look.

the final scene of venom and eddie is them sitting in central park, debris magically cleaned up, venom safely tucked in eddie's shirt saying some venom-y nonsense and alien purring, two new chickens who they named roan and gaga pecking away by their feet, looking off into the sunset. eddie whispers, "but i like any life with us best," and venom intertwines their hands

spiderman gets marvelsparkled back into the mcu, having the wildest story to tell, and having so so so many questions, with having none answered because it's Doom's Day.

[groovyangelkisses]

johnny loves a girl who asks for a "kissy!!!" like if johnny is sitting doing the bills for the bar, and you stroll in with your big 60s hair and long pretty nails and cute dress & heeled mary janes and stare at him and ask "kissy?" he's dropping everything and motioning to you with his hand "c'mon gimme one baby" and once you do lean down to give him a sweet, loving smooch, he's cooing "love you, love my pretty girl, gimme some sugar, give johnny some sugar" until you kiss him again, and again and again & he has to send you off with a light lil tap to your butt and a "g'head peach, g' sit with benny while i work. but hey, i'm watchin' you pretty girl, ya hear me? no "kissy" for anybody but your old man, you understand?" because he knowssss how much you love lookin' at benny & his pretty lips, a request for a quick kiss always on the tip of your tongue. but if johnny's being honest..... he'd be okay with it.... maybe even stop his work & take a quick peek......

[mrsoharaa]

Y/n: "hmm, how about Peaky Blinders?"

Suguru + Satoru: "no"

Y/n: "ok, Supernatural?"

Suguru + Satoru: "no"

Y/n: "...Moon Knight?"

Suguru + Satoru: "no"

Y/n: "guys, what the fuck? why are we being so picky right now?!"

Suguru: "do we really need to explain this to you?"

Y/n: "yes, actually!"

Satoru: "all of those series has men that you stupidly fawn over"

Y/n: "ohh! pfft, you big babies they're only fictional"

Suguru: "no, the actors y/n, you drool and fiddle excitedly all over them the moment you see their faces"

Y/n: "I...do not"

Suguru: "you couldn't even say that with a straight face"

Y/n: "...I'm sorry! they're hotttt!"

Satoru: "NO THEY'RE NOT!...wait actually..."

[semperamans]

wait hold on... because imagine having a big ole crush on someone n'this crush is just crushin' your feelings :( they just don't reciprocate and you're such a lovey girl :( but they don't care about the smell of your perfume n'the fact that you wore that new pretty dress for them :( but johnny does n'johnny is your everything so you go to him all watery eyed and sniffly and he knows just what you need :( knows you need some lovin' so pushes himself back from his desk, spreads his legs n'pats his thigh for you to come take a seat :'( "my pretty girl, what's goin' on, mm? you tell johnny what's botherin' you, baby." :'(((( you sit on his lap and fiddle with the collar of his shirt as you explain that this person just doesn't like you the way you like them and your feelings are so hurt :( "just wanna be loved on," you whine, nuzzling your face into his neck. the scratch of his beard feels so good on your cheeks :( "these young kids are all over the place, y'know?" johnny says, fingers trailing the length of your spine. "what y'need is someone who knows how to do you right, y'know? knows how to take care of ya." but ugh :( you just have so much love to give and no one to give it to and you're getting antsy, squrimin' in his lap :( "look at me, peach. c'mon." and jesus christ :( your little nose and cheeks are all pink from rubbin' on him and johnny's eyes soften and he's cuppin' your face and bumpin' his nose into yours. "want johnny t'take care of ya? mm? wanna give your lovin' to me?"

[mlmxreader]

Inebriation | Bane x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Bane x Reader

-> Person A stealing Person B's hat/coat when they aren't looking

[I think Reader deserves to steal that giant coat, lol] ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bane will always look out for you and look after you, especially when he knows that you're under the influence. He just wishes it was a little bit easier to actually get you home.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ mentions of violence, drunkenness, alcohol consumption, smoking

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It was your good friend's birthday. Celebrations were loud and underway, and as you hung onto Bane's arm, you couldn't help but to grin and laugh loudly; a few stiff drinks here and there, and suddenly Bane had to keep an eye out to make sure that you didn't fall into a bush and pass out there.

He was glad that you were happy, of course, but he did also worry a little bit that you might just fall over and break something as well; he didn't trust most of the people around, especially not the ones he had never seen before who so obviously looked you up and down and checked you out despite your inebriation.

He didn't like that one bit.

But he had to leave you for all of two moments to get you some water from the tap at the bar, as much as he had despised the thought of it; he left you with his coat and didn't think much of it, until he returned to find both missing.

High and low, Bane searched everywhere for you, and could only feel relief when he saw you out in the smoking area with a cigarette and wearing his big, brown fur lined coat.

He didn't waste much time, immediately sitting next to you and putting his hand on your back to keep you from falling when you started to sway side to side, laughing loudly.

"Bane!" You called his name as if he was the most wonderful and precious thing in the entire world. No one ever said his name like that. "You are amazing! You are lovely!"

His eyes crinkled as he let out a low and harsh chuckle from behind his mask, wanting to shake his head. But he merely allowed himself to pat your back gently. "I think, my little robin, you have had too much to drink."

"Nonsense!" You howled out with such glee that it almost hurt. "It's a party! We're here to have fun!"

Bane waited for you to look away to flick your ashes aside so that he could roll his eyes without you noticing. "You are intoxicated, my love."

"Only intoxicated on you," you purred, the words beginning the slur harshly. But then you stood up in front of him, opening your arms and swaying to a beat that he could not hear. "My, my, my Delilah! Why, why, why Delilah! So before they come to break down the door, forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take anymore!"

Bane laughed, the sound loud enough to appear thundering through the confines of the metal of his mask.

He never did understand why you would sing that song after one too many drinks, or when you did it whilst watching the Six Nations rugby and the Rugby World Cup - but he never stopped liking to hear it. Really.

It was daft and he knew that, but you were the one thing in his life that kept him human and made him feel like maybe everything he did was truly worth it.

Plus, he had never stopped thinking about when you had come out of hiding after seeing him break the Bat's back; the look in your eyes as you ran your hands up and down his chest, whispering to ask if he had a moment for some privacy.

He swallowed hard, scratching his throat as he did his best not to think about it too much; he had to make sure to get you home safely and soundly, and to make sure that there were no bushes-as-beds incidents like last time.

Gently, he grabbed your shoulders to pull you into him; your back against his chest as he started to guide you towards his bike; steering you with just a little too much skill. He had done it often enough that it practically came as second nature, as if riding a bike.

But you paused just in front of the bike, letting him lean on it as he kept his hands on your shoulders, and you softly kissed the gap in his mask where his cheek poked through slightly. A loud laugh and a loving grin.

"I love you," you slurred out. "I really do love you! Bane, you're my Delilah!"

The increase in volume of your voice made him loud quietly as he shook his head. "We need to get you home, little robin."

"Robin in a cage," you whispered to him. "All heaven in rage."

He nodded slowly; ever since you insisted on being at his side, he has always called you his little robin - a robin redbreast in a cage puts all heaven in a rage. You had sent the Bat into a frenzied rage when you gave up being his friend and chose Bane instead.

You were Bane's robin, even though you were not in a cage - you came and went as you pleased, did what you wanted. The only time Bane ever got controlling was either because you were drunk and he needed to get you home, or because it was dangerous for you to do something and he feared that the Bat would snatch you.

"My little robin," Bane murmured. "I think it's time we went home. You need to sleep."

You nodded, slouching against him with your forehead pressed to his shoulder as you grumbled under your breath. "I love you. You always look after me."

Slowly, Bane put his arm around you to keep you steady and make sure you didn't fall. "I promised I would. I wouldn't let anything happen to you - I would kill everyone in Gotham if it did."

He meant it.

There was no denying that he did very much mean it, but he wasn't so much worried about that as he helped you onto his bike; making sure that you had your helmet on and you were properly holding onto him.

It wouldn't be long before he had you home, and he would spend the night sleeping on the sofa whilst you slept in bed - if only so he could make sure that you didn't sleep on your side or fall out of bed.

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Thank you so much for reading! But if I may, I would like to redirect your attention to Hayam and her family. They need to get out of Gaza and flee the genocide, they're so close to their goal now that really and truly, it would work wonders if anyone could spare some cash. Even if it's just £1, it really would mean so much to help this family get out and survive genocide, so please, please, if you have any cash to spare at all, consider giving it to Hayam and her beautiful family.

[garbinge]

The Year of 1969

Johnny Davis x F!Reader Benny Cross & F!Reader

Summary: You decide to leave Chicago with your brother and have to break the news to Johnny.

Word Count: 2.4k 

Warnings: Grief. Loss. Main Character Death. Canon Spoilers. Angst. 

A/N: First Bikeriders fic I’m posting!!! But I have a buuuunch more coming. I decided to rewatch today and just got hit with this idea. Enjoy!

The Bikeriders Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989

You put it off for far too long. To the point that now you were juggling with whether it’d be worth telling him now or have him just figure it out when you were gone. That’s what you were currently doing, right outside The Stoplight, deciding which option would hurt him less. You knew which one would be easier for you, just leave without a word, but you also knew it wasn’t fair. He just had to say goodbye to his best friend, Brucie, and you saw how much that wrecked him. And now you were going to pile this on as well. 

Before you could think anymore your legs pushed you through the doors of the bar, the light smokey haze mixed with the low sound of music meant that it wasn’t busy, just a few of the guys. Made sense since it was still light outside, most of the guys were probably still working but the ones that were here probably had earlier shifts or were off like Johnny who didn’t have a trucking run for another week. 

“He-eey.” The voice was cheery as Corky welcomed you in. It caused a few other of the guys to look up and greet you with smiles, Johnny included. His smile wasn’t as big as the others, or even like his normal grin. That’s what made this even harder, when Johnny lost Brucie, not only did things with the club change, but so did things within Johnny. And now you were going to break him more. 

“Hey guys.” You smiled, similarly to Johnny. 

“Where’s your brother?” Cockroach leaned forward, “told me he’d let me take a few shots on his camera one day, learn about loading film n’ stuff.” He was smiling from ear to ear, looking at the other Vandals as he boasted. Little did Cockroach know, your brother was packing up his stuff for New York as you stood there with your stuff in the car already. 

“He’s uh–” You thought of an excuse but just couldn’t bear it and turned to Johnny. “Can I talk to you for a second, Johnny?” 

The guys might have been a little oblivious sometimes, but they picked up on your tone immediately. Their smiles were vanished from their faces and suddenly they were all trying to look anywhere but at you and Johnny. 

“Yea–uh, let’s go outside.” Johnny was standing up and placed his hand around your back lightly to guide you outside. 

The sun was starting to set, it was honestly one of your favorite times at The Stoplight, the way the sun would cast its golden rays on the line of bikes that would be outside. Maybe it was the artist in you, since living with your brother you tended to see the beauty in things like that. Moments you wanted to capture and keep alive forever. It was a shame that now, as the sun glistened on the paint jobs of the bikes and the road fell silent and Johnny stood a few feet from the bar entrance, this was a moment you’d never want to remember, one that’d you drink to forget. 

“Smoke?” Johnny asked as he stood on the sidewalk near the curb. 

“I’m alright, thank you.” It was then that you moved to stand next to him, arms crossed, taking a deep breath as the words started to move from your mind to your throat. 

It took you a few minutes, ones that you two just stood in silence for. That wasn’t unusual for you two, there were tons of times where you and Johnny didn’t talk, it was usually because you were doing other things, his mouth was preoccupied with your own, or the guys were around and your conversations were with them all. But right now it felt unusual because normally when it was just you two, you’d talk, about everything and nothing at all. The TV shows you’d watch, the news, stories, you’d love to tell Johnny stories, real ones, fiction ones. You’d talk about the shots you took on the camera your brother gave you, your purpose. It was what brought you here in the first place, at your brother’s place. Lack of purpose. You thought if you’d learn about what Danny was up to at school, you’d learn something yourself, and you did. But you weren’t sure if photography was truly it. It was Johnny who told you that you should tell stories, like the people on the news when it clicked. You wanted to be where the action was, a writer and newscaster. 

“You see those guys with those helmets they launched up into space?” Johnny broke the silence after exhaling the cigarette smoke. “Travellin’ round the moon and the stars and stuff.” He was nodding. “That, uh, Barbara Walters you told me to watch was reportin’ it. Cool shit.” 

“Johnny I’m leaving.” You blurted the sentence out, the pain coming right along with it as you felt your stomach knot. 

It was like instinct, he looked over at your car. The suitcases were piled up in your backseat, the one that you two so frequently found yourselves in over the last few years. 

“Where ya headed?” It was far too casual for your liking, but you also knew not to expect much else from him. 

“New York. With Danny.” You mentioned your brother’s name and he nodded as it all clicked in his head. He could’ve been mad, said something along the lines of maybe trying to do something for yourself for once and not follow someone else’s dream, someone else’s life. But he knew it wouldn’t have been true. He knew exactly what you were going to do once you were in New York. 

“Heard they got that, uh, big music festival out over ‘dere in the uh big apple, you oughta head there and check it out, write a story on it.” He was pointing in a direction like it was where New York was as he spoke. “Nixon election’s comin’ up too, could write about that.” He dropped his head to the left, his face moving to a frown, thinking how that could also be a viable option.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.” Any other time you would have loved to talk about all the stories you were going to get over on the east coast, but right now you were just hoping you could leave on semi-decent terms with Johnny. 

“S’no problem.” He inhaled one last puff of the cigarette and dropped it on the ground. 

You were turning to look at him now, arms still crossed, emotion building up as tears in your eyes. 

“Stop all dat.” He tossed his arm over your shoulders and looked out at the sunset. “When you leavin’?” While he knew it was tonight, he wanted to know how much time he had left, it would determine what he’d say, how he’d act, although the more he thought about what your answer would be and what he’d do, the answers all felt pretty similar. 

“Later tonight, I got a couple hours.” You were leaning into him, arms still against your chest as you brought your hand up to wipe the tears. 

“Get back in dere.” He tipped his head toward the bar. “Grab a drink, we’ll hang for a while.” 

“For a while.” You accepted his offer, looking back up at him. 

“Go.” He smirked, his arm releasing you now. “Before more show up and you’re left with the shitty beer. I’ll be in in a minute.”

As you went back inside, Johnny’s smile faded. He pulled out another cigarette and walked over toward your car and just stared at the bags in the back as he smoked the cigarette down. He must’ve lit up a few because when he came back to it, there were about 5 buds on the ground next to him, the sun had set and Benny was approaching him. 

“Everything good, Johnny?” He was leaning curiously toward the man before he entered the bar. 

“No, s’not.” He mumbled under his breath as he let his head fall back for the quickest second before looking over at Benny and joining him at the entrance of the bar. Johnny’s hand raised and flew over Benny’s shoulder. “Hey, yea, everything’s’well.” 

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“Hey, you hear about that weird thing over in Chicago?” Your coworker walked up to your desk and interrupted a thought of yours. Your eyes closed and you collected your frustration as you looked up and made eye contact with them.

“What weird thing?” 

“Someone was murdered in Chicago.” Your coworker leaned on the wall of your cubicle. The first part of the sentence, surprisingly didn’t shock you, as a news reporter you had received a lot of stories similar and you were really concentrated on making this deadline for your next piece to end up in the paper, but when they said Chicago, you started to pay attention. “Chicago?” 

“Yea, some gang violence or something. They sent someone out there to report on it, I think Gary from features, he’s packing up his stuff now. Seems like they’re gonna write a big thing on bikers and the uprising of motorcycle clubs.” 

That’s when your heart started to sink. “You get a name?” Your body was frozen but you were waiting to hear someone’s name that was familiar to you for you to grab your things and leave. Cal. Zipco. Benny. Corky. But not his. 

“I think Johnny something–Davis! Johnny Davis.” 

Within seconds you were in your car, one destination in mind, you had gotten more information on a small town radio station which is how you learned where it happened. The whole drive you wouldn’t let your mind think about it, let it be real. As you pulled up to the abandoned parking lot, you wouldn’t have been shocked if you didn’t even put your car in park, you were stepping out so quickly. You weren’t exactly sure what you were looking for, but it was true that you’d know when you saw it. Because you did. The blood stained on the pavement made you freeze and that’s when your heart finally broke and reality sunk in. 

You remembered your last memory with him.

His hands wrapping around your face as he leaned against your car, his feet still on the curb but his back against the car. You were on top of him, laughing as he placed a kiss to your lips. “Thanks for the last minute farewell party.”

��If you gave me a heads up, coulda had Corky bring streamers.” 

You remembered how much pain that comment brought you and how he realized it immediately. 

“Hey, ey, ain’t meant nothin’ bout that comment. Just shootin’ the breeze with you.” He kissed you again, this time with no smiles, no laughs just pure passion. 

“Let’s go for a ride.” You whispered against his lips, your way of prolonging your goodbye.

“Think it’s probably time for you to head outta here, s’late.” Johnny still had his arm around you and his other lightly touching your face. 

“One last ride.” You whispered again. 

Johnny knew if he got you on his bike, he’d drive the night away in avoidance of letting you go. He also knew every time he got back on his bike he’d think of you and he couldn’t handle that. So as he kissed you quiet again, his left hand moved to open the passenger seat of your car. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to. You knew what he was saying. You pushed off him, despite everything in you wanting to crawl back on him in that awkward position and stay there forever. As you dropped your bag in the passenger seat, he closed it and walked around to the driver’s side and opened it up. With a deep sigh, you plopped inside and immediately leaned out the window, your arms crossed hanging outside. 

He leaned down, his arm resting on the top of the car’s roof now. “Will miss you tellin’ me those stories, but I’ll, uh, get one of the guys to help me send a letter to subscribe to the New York news.” 

“Just don’t have Corky imitate my voice.” You smirked. “He really exaggerates my midwestern accent.” 

“Nah, I’ll just call ya and have you read ‘em to me.”

“You promise.” Your face got serious, it felt like that statement needed reassurance. Most of your relationship with Johnny was all jokes and fun, so you needed to know if he was serious.  He stared at you for a minute, his face getting serious as well. His hand tapped the roof of your car, “You better take the ‘spressway, 490s always  backed up.” 

He didn’t break the promise, because he never made it. 

“Will miss you listenin’ to my stories.” You mumbled, staring at the blood stain, trying to imagine what happened and every scenario was wrecking you thought by thought, until your thoughts were interrupted by a loud engine approaching. 

Your body turned and you saw Benny Cross, eagerly walking up and standing next to you. Emotion heavy on his face as he stared at the blood stain. Neither of you said anything, just stared. There was no tension, just every other emotion you could think of instead. 

“Heard you left.” It should have made Benny jump but he felt numb and just nodded before talking. 

“Not long after you did.” Benny agreed. 

You just acknowledged him with the same gesture. “I’m back in Chicago.” 

“Me too.” 

Silence again, still both of you just looking at the red mark that had turned deep red almost brown on the dark pavement. 

“I’m done riding.” Benny broke the silence this time. Your head turned to look over at the bike that he took here and that he’d likely drive out of here and you frowned in confusion but then you realized.  He just came back just like you. When you said you were back in Chicago, you weren’t really back in Chicago, you were just back in Chicago, like 1 hour back. Your car just drove over the Illinois border an hour ago, and you think Benny did the same. 

So now, the two of you just stood numb, over the blood of the one man you both knew and loved, wordless as the grief draped over both of you.

[justlikethatonecommunityepisode]

I WATCHED VENOM 3!!!! as someone who is somewhat into marvel i have some Strong Opinions. But this is my inception blog so im gonna say my inception related thoughts about it (no spoilers but i will be talking about specific events in the movie)

TOM HARDY IN CASINO!!!!!!!! EAMES REFERENCE?????????

TOM HARDY SAID THE WORD “DREAM”!!!!!!!!!!! INCEPTION REFERENCE????????

TOM HARDY FLICKED A COIN!!!!!!!!!!!! EAMES REFERENCE????????????

SPACE ODDITY BY DAVID BOWIE!!!!!!! 2001 A SPACE ODYSSEY REFERENCE???? ROTATING SET REFERENCE????? INCEPTION REFERENCE???????????

other stuff. dogs. A lot of dogs. Tom hardy did the story. Coincidence?????

[lyralu91]

Writing smut = I NEED this man.

[clairecrive]

Hi

I wanted to request a bane x reader fanfic where bane don't wear a mask and he come come across a girl avery young one at that and they have such strong chemistry and then they fall for each other of course bane is reductant at first but then he abandoned his job as a mercenary to be with her and spend time with her.they go shopping they go to beach they like to devour each other they simply can't get enough. Thanks alot

"Guy for That"| Bane x reader

A/N: hello, hello! I know it's been a while, but I hope this will count as tagging, and you'll find yourself back to this. This kind of picks up in the middle of things but the context is what you asked for <3 It is also inspired by "Guy for That" by Post Malone. Hence the name lol. Enjoy ✨

(okay but how cute is he in this gif omg??)

I'm pretty good at breakin' down a heart But pickin' up the pieces is the hard part She's searchin' for someone who's gonna build it back But I ain't got a guy for that

Before meeting Bane, y/n had never believed in that portrayal of love where the two were inseparable and never had enough of the other. She had always loved her me time and, so far, had never been with someone that made her want to spend all of her time with them.

However, when a certain beefy bald man came into her life, she finally understood.

It almost embarrassed her to admit but she always wanted more. More time together, more of his attention, more of his care, more of their conversations, more of their quiet moments, more of his hands on her, more of them laying in bed talking about everything and nothing.

Just more of him.

The only thing that appeased her embarrassment was that Bane seemed on the same wavelength. He always came back for more. She needn't ask for it.

It had been the most magical months of her life.

It hadn't been with its challenges, though. Living with a mercenary wasn't exactly a piece of cake. But they had handled everything together.

So when Bane came home one night and asked her to sit because they needed to "talk", she knew it was just another hurdle they had to cross.

Never would she have imagined, though, that his reason was... ridiculous. Simply put, it was absolute nonsense and y/n wouldn't stand for it.

"Unbelievable," y/n scoffed.

"What?" Bane's temper was rising as well. Gesturing vaguely to himself, "Did you think I'd be your prince charming?"

"You know I don't give a flying fuck about princes and princesses, Bane!" She said, her voice raising at the absurd implication.

"You're a fucking mercenary, for fuck's sake. Do you take me for a fool?"

"If you think of me as someone who could put your heart back together, then yes. You might as well be one."

Despite being filtered by his mask, Bane's voice had the uncanny ability to portray every shade of emotion. So, y/n knew when it was flat and monotone, like in this instance, it was on purpose.

"You know what, Bane?" she chose to be the bigger person and ignore his insult. "I'm not having this conversation with you. Either you have a valid reason for wanting to break up or I refuse, okay? You cannot break up with me."

"Being concerned for your safety and questioning the future of this relationship is a valid reason to have this conversation." He quipped.

"Using your line of work is a useless argument because I already know, don't I? Knew it from the beginning actually."

"Should I question your sanity as well then?"

"Why is it a problem all of the sudden when this," she said pointing to them, "has been going on for a while?"

The question was rather rethoric but when she saw that Bane was about to reply, she knew he wouldn't let this go soon. So, raising a hand, she stopped him, "I don't think it's about you being a mercenary at all."

"I think things are getting real, and you're getting scared," she said softly despite the frustration she was feeling. It was a sore spot for both of them, letting go and trusting the other. But y/n knew that for Bane it was even harder given his past.

She knew that was exactly the point, and Bane's silence confirmed it. Sighing, she took his hands in hers. Hands that had inflicted an immense amount of pain but that could also been so gentle and caring when it came to her. Those hands that she loved feeling caressing her skin, whether it was during aftercare or in those lovely, quiet moments they shared.

"Look, babe, I know it's scary, okay? Fuck, I'd even say terrifying. But I want you to know I'm not going down without a fight."

Bane's piercing eyes were unblinking on hers. It felt like he was staring into her soul. And y/n was hellbent on proving that her word was true. Bane had been such a solid presence in her life these past few months. Now, she was ready to return the favour. He could lean on her for stability. No matter his impressive size, she wouldn't crumble.

"Let's just go to bed, okay? We can sleep on it and talk about it tomorrow."

"I've got some work to do."

"Okay then, I'll be here when you get back." Y/n stood up and left the room after leaving a kiss on his temple.

Whether it was true or not, y/n would leave him alone for tonight. She had said her piece, and if he needed time to process it, then so be it.

She would be here when he returned, and she was not going down without a fight.

[leenieweenie12]

I’m writing something and I am ✨afraid✨

MAJOR kudos to you all who do what you do on here. I don’t know if I’ll ever post this story cause my Zoloft simply is not strong enough for this anxiety 🙃 but reading so many incredible fics has inspired me. I’ve never thought of writing as being a creative outlet for me but here we are.

So thank you all for being incredible, creative, beautiful people and opening up this world to little old me.

Here’s a happy sexy Tom to show my appreciation

[semperamans]

thinking about young!johnny & i want to put my head through a brick wall :’)

[mlmxreader]

Brat | Alfie Solomons x nb!reader

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↳ ❝ “Don’t be a brat” +“Make. Me” + Teasing (this seems like an Alfie and feisty pairing prompt to me xD but whatever you want) ❞

: ̗̀➛ Alfie's staying up all night working and you're frustrated and annoyed by it, but there's only one way you can think of to properly pull him away from it.

trigger warnings : ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, anal fingering, anal sex, praise kink, breeding, spanking, teasing, edging (brief), sex without lube, cockdrunk, drool/spit

↳ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

↳ (1) Feisty, (2) Acceptance, (3) I Want You To Stay

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Planted firmly on Alfie's windowsill, you lit up a cigarette as you scowled at him; he had spent all day working, and now that it was trickling into the early hours of the morning, you could only glare at him. You regretted agreeing to staying up with him to keep him awake. He was fucking intolerable. Grumpy and snappy.

He was lucky you tolerated him so much and threw him a few puzzles from the newspapers as the lights flickered from being overused.

You were growing bored, though, and flicking your cigarette ends out of the window was starting to give you an idea; aiming carefully, you lined it up perfectly with his forehead before you sent it flying.

He snapped to look at you, narrowing his eyes. "What the fuck was that?"

You shrugged, raising your brows slightly. "Huh?"

"Don't," he said lowly. "Don't fuckin' start this shit with me now, sunshine, I ain't in the fuckin' mood for it."

You pursed your lips slightly, shaking your head. "Not sure what you mean, Solomons."

He rolled his eyes. You still wouldn't call him Alfie. You only did that when you were upset, and even then, it was Alfred; Alfie was when you were livid at him and couldn't stand the sight of him. He had grown used to it, and even liked it when you called him by his last name. It kept him smiling when he didn't want to.

"Don't do it again."

You waited for a few minutes, then picked one out of the nearby ashtray; again, you managed to get it to smack him right on the forehead.

"Oi!"

"What?" You hummed innocently. "You do it to me all the time!"

Alfie scoffed. Another few minutes passed, and you grew bold; you pulled his chair back, planting yourself on his lap with your hands on his shoulders.

"Stop fucking working."

He rolled his eyes, trying not to smile. "Can't do that, treacle. Papers gotta be done by tomorrow and shipped out by the afternoon."

"Stop," you demanded.

"You're in no position to make demands," Alfie hummed, letting his hand rest just above your ass. "You're the one beggin' for my attention."

"I'm not," you huffed. "I'd sooner shit in my hands and clap."

He finally caved, grinning. "So, if I did this, you wouldn't care?"

He slipped his hand under your trousers, grabbing your ass; he felt your hips jerk in response, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"No," you managed to say. "I wouldn't give a shit."

"Don't be a brat," he whispered, ghosting his mouth against yours. "Say what you want, treacle."

A shaky breath left your lips, blowing against his as you swallowed thickly. "I'm not stroking your fucking ego."

Alfie hummed, his grip on your ass getting slightly tighter. "C'mon. I promise I'll stop workin' if you do. You just gotta speak to me."

You held steady, letting out a long sigh as you adjusted your hips on his lap. "Make. Me."

"Alright," he mused, moving his hand and circling the tip of his finger around your ass hole. He heard you whisper to keep going, so he slipped one finger into you; slowly pumping it in and out as you bucked your hips against him. You let out a soft whimper, rubbing against him to try and get any friction that you could.

"You gonna speak and tell me what you want?" He asked lowly.

You shook your head. "You're gonna have to do a lot fucking better than that. Not even two fingers could make me say anything to you."

"Challenge accepted," he grinned, slipping another finger in.

Slowly, he pumped them in and out before moving them in a scissor motion; you trembled a little, gritting your teeth and practically humping him as you moved with the rhythm of his fingers.

"You're gonna- gonna have to do better," you growled out. "I reckon three wouldn't do anything either."

Alfie laughed lowly, slipping the third in and stretching you as much as he could as he picked up the pace; quickly, he pistoned his fingers in and out of your ass, moving you so that he could get a better angle.

Your chest was against his shoulder as he pulled your trousers and underwear down, spanking your ass with his free hand as you egged him on and told him to keep going.

But suddenly, Alfie stopped. Leaving you feeling empty and needy as he leaned back in his chair and hummed innocently.

"Ain't so fun, issit?"

You growled in frustration, getting off of his lap and stripping down; you threw your clothes on the floor, and started to touch yourself in front of him. Alfie clenched his jaw, swallowing thickly as he focused on the movement of your hand.

He couldn't help it, dropping his hand under his trousers and stroking his cock; coating his hand in his own precum as he glared and scowled at you. He pushed his trousers down to his ankles.

"You ain't getting anywhere, Solomons," you growled out. "I can finish myself off if you won't."

"I fuckin' well will," he grunted out, waiting for you to get cocky enough to move closer. He grabbed you pulling you onto his lap so you could feel how fucking hard he was. "You ready?"

"I wanna see you try," you challenged, holding your cheeks spread so he had easier access.

He lowered you down onto his cock, bottoming out and moaning loudly; he didn't waist any time, thrusting up into you as quickly as he could as you gripped his shoulders and gasped his name loudly. He grinned.

"You gonna talk?"

You shook your head, kissing him harshly. "Nope. You're just gonna have to keep going."

He growled under his breath, grabbing your hips so he could fuck you harder; the sound of skin slapping skin filling the office as he kept going. He could feel your drool leaking onto his shoulder as you panted and tried your best to keep up with him; so easily cockdrunk, he wanted to laugh.

A quiet whimper of his name and "Don't stop" came from the back of your throat; so fucking desperate that there were tears in your eyes. You tried to fuck yourself on his cock, but Alfie was pounding into you too quickly. You were shaking as you clung onto him, desperate and needy.

You felt so good though, you didn't want it to end; you wanted him to cum in your ass, you wanted to feel it and to have it fill you until it leaked out slowly, only for him to fuck it back into you. Fuck, just the thought of it was making you so fucking weak you could hardly stand it.

Alfie growled out your name, holding you as close to his body as he possibly could; he wanted you to cum on him, wanted to taste it when he scooped it up on his fingers and licked them clean. He needed it, more than anything.

He picked up his pace, practically using you as a sex toy as he grunted out your name and pushed you back enough to look at your face; he grinned at the sight.

You leaned into his touch, your tongue hanging out of your mouth as your face grew hot to the touch. He leaned forward, running his tongue up yours before capturing you in a harsh and deep kiss.

He wanted to cum just from you moaning into his mouth like that.

He was hitting all the right fucking spots, which only made things worse.

"Oh, treacle," he chuckled softly. "You look so fuckin' good right now, it's a shame I ain't got a mirror."

You gripped his shirt, sweaty palms leaving stains on the nice light fabric. "Solomons... wanna... wanna cum... I'm gonna... gonna fucking kick your teeth in... if you don't... don't let me..."

"Aww," he cooed, smacking your ass as he smiled. "Ain't you just a fuckin' perfect little ball of feisty sunshine?"

He continued to fuck you as hard and fast as he could, trying not to smile when your ass clenched around him; your breath hot and shallow, sweat dripping from your arms and neck and face.

Your tongue lolling out of your mouth with a thin line of drool starting to pour. You squirmed and bucked your hips, you didn't care anymore. Desperate to cum.

But when Alfie finally came inside you, he didn't stop; fucking it into you until it started to dribble out a little as you moaned loudly.

He kept grunting your name, little praises as he told you he would fill you; you agreed eagerly, begging quietly for it as you came completely undone before him.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just short of howling his name as you collapsed against him, burying your face against his neck as you caught your breath. Alfie stilled, giving your ass a soft slap.

"You alright?"

You nodded, daring to press a gentle kiss to the sweaty skin. "Don't go back to working."

"Hmm," he ran his hand up and down your back. "We'll see, sunshine, can't promise much... unless..."

"Unless?"

"You wanna go for round two," he mused with a shrug.

You smiled against his skin, grinding against him. "I'd sooner shit in my hands and clap."

"Is that a yes?" He hummed.

"Make me say it."

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thank you so much for reading! if I could just borrow another moment of your time, I'd like to draw your attention to Shahad; Shahad is a Palestinian in Gaza and, along with her family, is desperate for donations so that they can continue to survive during the genocide. if you could donate just £1, then that would mean so, so much to this family who are truly desperate for any means to continue living. please, consider donating.

[scarecrowismybabygirl]

Forget everything I ever said about not shipping real people. They’re boyfriends.

By the way, this is taken from an actual interview from Entertainment Weekly: "Not at all," says Nolan, with a laugh. "If I could cast Cillian in every film I ever do, and just lean on him for the rest of my career, I'd be a happy man.""Well, I'm here for you Chris," says Murphy. "Just call me up!”