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Some of you might have noticed that I'm a little obsessed with the show @theboystv and so I decided to do a little wacky animation for my ultimate favorite show! (in fact I have a few planned...which is just an excuse for me to draw the Seven and the boys.. They are surprisingly fun to draw I must say lol)

Also shoutout to my pal Gabriel, who told me to keep the placeholder background as it adds a bit more wackiness to the animation!

Program used: Photoshop Sound by Luke Correia on Youtube (i originally found the sound on a TikTok animation)

Lists of characters that are just yum!

List of characters who I would like to write about in the future ~ maybe. Plus this is a list of who I love <3

-I didn’t add anime/cartoon characters cuz that’s going to be a different post. This list is long anyways.

Yautja (Predator) (yeah an alien)

Just looks at that beast (clearly doms XD) They are just really cool~~!!!!

~Hated The Predator(2018) I did like the Fugitive predator though, he was dope, but the upgraded predator was not needed. He does not look yum yum XD

Black Noir (The boys) 

Not doing the comic book one...fucking never... only tv show one. Tv show one is uwu! Look at his pose! Damn bee!

Quote~ He doesn’t say anything but he uses his body language and sometimes it comes off adorable.

Nathan Mitchell does a great job even without speaking <3

Mando (The Mandalorian) 

aka Din Djarin Just wow! ;) Great father to Grogu! Just ahh! Love him!

Quote~ “You ready to lay low and stretch your legs for a couple of months, you little womp rat? “ ~UWU

 I just have a thing for masked figures I guess XD

Halfdan (Vikings)

Love Jasper man! Love Halfdan man...He just ahhhhh a yes for me

Quotes~  “Maybe she loves him. And, if she loves him, then he is somebody.” ~When he said this, it was so adorable idk, just pulled my heartstrings. 

“It may have escaped your attention but I am not married myself. You know why? I don’t understand women any more than you do.” ~Just made me adore Halfdan even more.  

Rollo (Vikings)

Great bod~~~~ Like really great bod XD Handsome man...very handsome man lol

-I didn’t like Rollo in earlier seasons, love his relationship with Gisla though.

Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders)

Fellow dog lover, damn and damn, his rough voice just hits me a way. Tom Hardy is just so good in this role!!!!!!!!

Quote~ "I once carried out my own personal form of stigmata on an Italian. I pushed his face up against a trench and shoved a six-inch nail up his fucking nose and I hammered it home with a duckboard. It was fucking biblical, mate." ~Every line that comes out of Alfie’s mouth is freaking great. He takes every scene he is in!!!

Finan (The Last Kingdom)

Just look at him! Finan in this sleeveless shirt! Also, I just feel like his hair is really soft. Also his accent ! I’m in love with Irish accents! Finan is a quick to the witts characters, Which makes him a lot more likely and more adorable.

Quote~  "Hey big man. We're guilty of being hungry and tired, my friend. That is all."

Kandomere (Bright)

Yes sir~~~~!!!!! I hoping for a second movie and see more of Kandomere cuz he wasn’t in the movie enough. Really only watched the movie for him shhhhh~

~I want to know about the universe that they are living in, it’s really interesting, and they talked about it slightly in the movie. 

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

I don’t like the smell of smoke so... but he’s still hot. 

Hopefully next season we learn what happened with Max and Billy, but mostly he was a d-bag because of his father, that’s why usually probably stem from, ANYWAYS ----- he has some great hair just like Steve. 

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) 

I’m a nerd and he’s a nerd... Reid is just a tall adorable nerd and I love him!

~He has some ups and downs like any other person, which I like about his characters. He is insanely smart. He’s also socially awkward. Which I relate a lot. Love when he switches up his hair styles they are always so adorable. 

----------Okie dokie.....I’m done with this. I have more list ideas which I’m gonna post when I get some writers block when writing fics. 

A ultra chaos (def)

What if?

Homelander into the Spiderverse?

Sancturay

Homelander X Innocent!Reader (female). PT.2

So the original fic just received 300 likes and I said to myself if it get to that number than a sequel is coming. And here it is. This Fic will have a dark tone to it so please read at your own risk. I am so sorry it took so long, but it is what it is. if you enjoy please leave a comment about what you liked and don’t be afraid to reblog and reach out for some requests of your own.

Words: 6.2K

Summary: Homelander has found himself too drunk on (Y/N), so he took a break from the one good thing he knows hoping his infatuation will calm down. However, upon return. the sweetness he’s tried so hard to resist tempt him once again to dip his fingers in. She’s his opioid, and he’s her Sanctuary. 

Warnings: Dub/Con elements, language, manipulation, mentions of VIOLENCE, Smut, Homelander basically using the readers naivety against her, Major Character!Death.

Bold italics are inner thoughts 

italics are past events

[masterlist] - Part One 

enjoy 619 xox

Home for (Y/N) was never really a place or a person. Home for her was more of a feeling, it was a deep, gut wrenching feeling that left her dizzy if she was too caught up in it. Because that feeling was always associated with a certain man, a man that flew with American pride upon his wide shoulders. 

A man that had everyone’s eye and fingers follow him as he shot through the sky on his next quest to save a damsel in distress. But he was the very same man that did anything but save (Y/N), those who had the privilege of laying there tainted eyes upon the couple could vaguely see that red flags would plant themselves in their footsteps, but those same footsteps were washed away like footprints in the sand when (Y/N)’s laughter would echo of the pristine walls at Vought. The glimmer in her eyes would only grow stronger when she was in his presence. 

The feeling of security and adoration drenched those around the two, the way she glowed in his presence was otherworldly. The air was alway light and free. (Y/N) was happy and safe, because now that feeling of home and personified into a being so beautiful and kind that she felt out of place if she wasn’t in his arms. 

Her home was John. 

And it could almost be said the same for The Homelander, there was a tether that yanked itself painfully whenever she was away from him, his brain and heart fluttering in confusion whenever she’d smile up to him with those damn (E/C) eyes. He was convinced it was nothing, so he let it be just that - nothing. 

Four days. 

He went four days without (Y/N) in his life, and regrettably it was by choice. 

How stupid of him. 

On the first day, he remembered how his whole body felt rejuvenated, his lungs were able to properly expand without fear of breathing her scent in. His heart felt healthier without the constant stopping and restarting. And his head - his head felt lighter than a fucking feather, no thoughts colliding together about what she was doing, if she’d eaten. He felt free. On the second day, time seemed to pass rather quickly to begin with; he saved a group of school children when their bus flipped on a bridge - their sticky hands left imprints on his suit, he also saved a bank from a group of protestors trying to bring attention to the fraud and embezzlement some CEO had been doing at a high end law-firm. He didn’t care what was going on, his record as of late had been pristine and he wasn’t going to let some whistle-blowing old man ruin that for him. However, come lunch time the hands on the clock seemed to slow down, with no (Y/N) to bring him lunch and ramble on about the day she had teaching children the importance of gardening and eating healthy, his mind came to a slow stop.

 The routine they had been following for the past two years, three months and two weeks had just stopped, and he experienced something akin to a phantom limb. He knew she wasn’t beside him but his body automatically reacted, he could feel his pulse quicken with the anticipation of his (Y/N) walking around the corner any second. And he tried so hard to keep himself busy, but he’d catch himself watching the door waiting for his angel to come bouncing through any second. But those seconds turned into minutes, and those minutes turned into day three.

On day three he went to Madelyn, he sat in her office and watched her work for 25 minutes, he made mundane conversation with her. He watched her face, the way the corner of her mouth twitched and colour rushed to her cheeks whenever she’d look at the picture of her baby on her desk. He envied her, the feeling of being able to be so openly happy and in love. Having a person, no, the person that makes the pupils of her eyes dilated and her heart pound louder. It was sickening to him. He didn’t like jealousy a bit. He left her office with her sweet milk warming his stomach, and the post-orgasmic euphoria clouding his gaze. And as he walked into his room that night and caught his reflection he knew to himself that he could overcome this pointless infatuation, this disgusting vulnerability personified in the form of (Y/N). 

“Your fucking Homelander, get a grip of yourself!”

And when the sun rose and its rays caressed the city of New York, John awoke with pride swelling his chest. And that pride lifted him high and propelled him through his morning. His shoulders were wide and taught as he walked his way down to the meeting room, hopes high and smile almost genuine as he walked past all the staff members scurrying around. His blue eyes shined with the new weightless feeling he had, like the stars were in reach for him and the air was light, ‘I should visit Madelyn more often’  as if the universe had smiled down on his, the woman in question came strutting around the corner, golden hair curled and caressing her face gently, skirt tight and hugging her ass and hips beautifully. The smile that graced her lips when she caught sight of him caused less than innocent thoughts to occur at the forefront of his mind. 

“Homelander, you're a bit late this morning. I thought you would be in there already?” her voice carried itself to his ears, like honey it slowly trickled down and settled itself warmly in his stomach. He met her halfway as they both turned down the corridor leading to the meeting room, his shoulder shook as he chuckled at the mere notion of being late. So with a raise of his brow he replied back to her, “I’m not late, everyone else is just early. Anyway Ms Stillwell the meeting can’t happen until I have arrived.” Her response was a light laughter that made the pride in his chest swell further. She replied to him as they walked into the meeting room but all words were lost to him the moment his feet stepped past the threshold. It's as if he stopped functioning, his senses ceased leaving him exposed. But when they came back, it hit him so hard he felt like he was drowning. 

He smelled her first, the sweet scent of coconut and home invaded his scent. It burst the pride swelling in his chest and instead pumped it full of regret and something heavy. His ears rang slightly as he registered her laughter, it was as if he had been going through withdrawal symptoms and had succumbed to temptation all over again. Her laughter echoed in his head making him dizzy, it felt too unreal, someone was playing a sick joke on him. (E/C) eyes, he could see her beautiful eyes from across the room, he could see the way they shined and scrunched up as she laughed at something Starlight said. He remembered that face she’d make, he would make her laugh over and over again just to look at that face. 

Just once.

 His gaze swept over her face, he could remember this feeling that sat itself deep inside of him when (Y/N) had to go away for a mission once. He couldn’t put his finger on that feeling, he himself had never felt like that before, but all he remembered was how intense it was. 

So intense it made him act irrationally and kiss (Y/N). 

He stole from her, her first kiss. 

But at the same time she stole from him, because ever since then he felt like a piece of him was missing, but he felt whole again whenever he was with her. The touch of her skin, the softness of her lips is something that haunts him, like clouds with the sweetest taste. His mouth began to feel dry but simultaneously the taste of her flooded his tongue, the sweetness that just seemed to be embedded within his (Y/N). 

His (Y/N).

“John?” His mind playing tricks on him again, he managed to go three whole days without hearing her voice invading his mind. He felt suffocated, the mere thought of being within a meter of (Y/N) sent goosebumps spiralling down his back. Fuck the idea of being the strongest hero on earth because right now he was about to give in to the weight of possibilities. The possibility of (Y/N) walking over to him with that captivating smile, the possibility of her not even looking his way. 

The possibility of his (Y/N) leaving him without so much of a thought. 

His heart swelled with the notions of these possibilities, it stuttered and felt close to breaking as he looked across the room to where (Y/N) was once standing. But confusion became apparent when he could make out the image of another man standing too close to his (Y/N). The apple of his eye soured and turned rotten when he witnessed the very same smile only reserved for his eyes spread across her face. 

His eyes turned red with disgust, the feeling hot and an excruciatingly painful lump formed in his chest. Not a single element registered to him as his feet carried him over to them, his hand reached out and grabbed a hold of (Y/N)’s arm yanking her into his chest. He didn’t care for the whimper that left her mouth, no, his eye never strayed from the man in front of him. 

He imagined the sound of the man’s screams as he broke each bone in his body nice and slowly so he could savour that harmonious sound of tendons and muscles ripping as the bones are wrenched out of their place. A smirk graced his face as he thought of the idea of burning a mark onto his face, or maybe disfiguring his face. Anything to keep him away from his (Y/N).   

“John?” his mind reeled back as he focused on the woman in front of him, Madelyn’s eyebrows were furrowed in confusion which made the wrinkles on her face more prominent. He blinked once, and then looked over to where (Y/N) was standing to find that she and the man had both disappeared. His attention was scattered everywhere trying to understand what was happening, his vivid imagination had taken him by surprise. 

He was losing his mind. 

“Yes, sorry. What did you say?” his voice sounded strange, strained as he looked back down at Madelyn hoping for any kind of answer. 

“I said I'll be needing your input from the last mission.” He couldn’t remember his last mission, he was too busy thinking about her. “Apparently there is something bigger about to happen. White men and their need for power,” Stillwell left with a scoff and left him standing in his own puddle of confusion. His mind was spinning, reeling because the only thing on his mind was the very thing he spent four fucking days trying to forget. Four days isn’t enough time to come down from the high he always felt with her. 

She was his opioid and he needed to withdraw quickly before he falls down the rabbit hole again. Because something deep inside of him tells him that this time, there will be no escaping. 

_____

The sky turned sombre that afternoon, it turned grey as if it was mourning the loss of a friend, it wept for hours and hours drowning the people and nature below. The booming thunder vibrated through the whole city, shaking the building and sending a soft buzz through people's spines as it continued to mourn and weep. It grew darker and darker every minute making the people below scatter for any source of shelter - even if it is temporary, they were bracing themselves for an anxious night. 

A constellation of light suddenly appeared lighting the dark world, they scattered themselves far across the trembling sky and struck the ground violently, this orchestra continued well into the late night. 

Lifting her head up to the sky (Y/N) felt a smile slowly grace her wet face, she was in her sanctuary, at peace. The heaviness she let weigh her down for the past five days was being washed away by the rain that assaulted her skin with wet kisses. She breathed in deeply, feeling herself calm at the smell of wet grass, she could smell the freshness in the air from how high up she was. 

John showed her this lookout point during one of their many lunch dates, he took her out for ice cream and a walk through the park. It was nothing new but she remembered it vividly because John was wearing civilian clothes, and it never fails to surprise her every single time. The way jeans hug his thighs and those white shirts accentuated his muscle and the small of his waist. He always complained about how uncomfortable they were, nevertheless he still wore them for her. 

‘For me.’

She felt tears starting to surface at the memory, because that's all she had left now memories of the past, and she abused those memories until they felt real like she was still living them in the present because they were all she had for the past five days. 

Five long excruciating days without the one human being she had by her side for so long. And for that she hated him, hated how he just left without some much as a word or a look, hated how whenever she saw him he looked like he was glowing, hated how euphoric he looked coming out of Madelyn Stillwell’s office with that stupid goofy smile on his face. And she hated him for the way her heart felt. 

Weak, vulnerable. 

Pitiful. 

That’s what Kevin called her, “You look pitiful, sitting here looking out the window, all you really need now is for a violin to start playing for you (Y/N),” she leant her head on his shoulder and cried for an hour before he forced her outside. And her feet lead her to this cliff overlooking the city below. She stood and watched the people walk beneath her going on with their lives, oblivious to everything going on around them. 

At first she found it humorous, watching people scuttering about like ants on a mission. But that feeling came back to pull at her heart, the overwhelming feeling of something caused her to lose control for a minute as she tried to figure out what was going on with her. She was so lost in herself she nearly jumped out of her skin when water splashed gently onto her face, she wiped her eye out of habit but her suspicions were left unanswered when her hand came back dry. 

Then slowly more water fell onto her face, it was a small spatter of rain, something she does unconsciously when her emotions are all over the place. But as she stood there watching as a few raindrops fell here and there, she realised that - within those tortuous five days not once as she had that breakdown that everyone was expecting her to have. She was so fucking tired with the eggshells everyone was walking on around her it made her feel claustrophobic, like the whole godamm earth was about to shatter. 

She inhaled deeply, letting the scent of wet grass and concrete settle comfortably in her lungs before she closed her eyes and lifted her head towards the sky. The familiar feeling rushed through her body; as if a lover was slowly tracing her body with the tip of their finger, starting from her heart and expanding to her ten fingers and ten toes. 

Not long after the first eruption of thunder came, and then the sky was engulfed in dark clouds and lightning danced across the sky in an intricate ballet. (Y/N) lost herself in this exact moment, the chaos brought comfort to her soul.

It was her sanctuary. 

“I thought I’d find you here,” the deep timbre of his voice ripped her from the edge of euphoria, the thought of being at peace for the first time in what felt like forever was slowly and painfully slipping away. His cape of lies was waving violently and mockingly in the wind, she used to love the way his uniform looked on him. The way it sculpted his body and the confidence that oozed out of him whenever he wore in front of her.

Now?

Now, she could only imagine Madelyn’s hands clawing down his back and twisting the cape in her hands as he ruts his hips into her on the sofa in her office, mouth slack and eyes bleary in ecstasy. She can only hear the moans and groans leaving their mouths instead of the children cheering in joy at the sight of his cape. And whenever she looked at his stupid, fucking perfect face all (Y/N) could see was Madelyn’s lipstick plastered over his skin like she was marking her territory. 

‘She can have him!’ 

Her heart was stuttering as her mouth opened and closed, struggling to find the right letters to form the words she wanted, she probably looked like a fish gasping for oxygen. She felt deprived of it right now; the lack of it was making her fumble over basic basic words and god did she wish she could pull herself together. She be damned if she spent another hour thinking about him, she already wasted five days. The deep vibration of his chuckle pierced through her and caused her whole body to cease; she lost herself momentarily in his bemused and vivid blue orbs. She felt at peace suddenly. Did she?

“Did you just laugh at me?” The tone of her voice shocked not only herself but him, it was a lot stronger than he expected. Hostile. 

“Sorry, you just looked shocked that all, I know I've been gone for a minute-” she scoffed at the way he brushed past the elephant in the room.

“More like four days.” 

“Yes, four days. But I'm back now. And I wanted to talk to you.” He stepped forward and placed his hand on (Y/N) shoulders. The venom she felt boiling under her skin was like electricity, she could feel the hair on her neck become rigid as the air thinned and the rain quieted down. 

“No.” she whispered, her voice quivering as his scent assaulted her sense. 

He leaned in closer.

“What was that honey?” 

“Don’t you dare touch me!” her voice grew tenfold as a roar of thunder exploded in the sky, her breathing became rapid as she tore herself away from him and paced closer towards the edge of the cliff. Her hands anxiously gripped her hair, hoping to find something to ground her because the one thing - person, that did is now someone that poisoned her heart. 

“(Y/N)?” His voice was enough for her to know the confusion he was probably swimming in but right now in this moment she didn’t care. She had to get everything off of her chest, the very chest that was about to cave in at any moment under the pressure of…of everything. 

“You lied.” she surprised even herself with how calm her voice sounded right now. “You said that I was the only one for you, the only one who has kissed you.” She felt her whole body heat up as the next words left her mouth. 

“The only one to touch you in that way.” she could see the way John’s body froze as those words left her mouth, his hand suspended mid air still trying to reach out to her. 

“(Y/N)?” 

“So, John, imagine the surprise when I find out that not only are you not in Kazakhstan but here in New York, hell in Vought.” her hands started to shake as everything came apart, the fortress she built for her stupid emotions - breaking, the block she built for the scenes she witnessed - crumbling, and the façade she had prepared for the confrontation - disintegrated the moment his eye latched itself onto her soul again. 

She only just managed to pry him off. Only just.

“The deep told me that I was imagining things you know, I never really liked him because you always told me he was weird like Translucent. But he’s sweet, once you look past the obvious, Kevin is an honest guy.” she was ranting, her nervousness made her skittish. 

“Who the fuck is Kevin?” he sounded offended like she was keeping a secret from him, something he never allowed. 

‘Another red flag (Y/N)!’

“The deep! His name is Kevin, because unlike you I asked. Unlike you I'm not selfish and care about others!” it hurt to raise her voice; it was still sore from the days she spent weeping, “Unlike you I don’t lie to the people I love.” her façade was long gone now, in pieces at her feet along with the wish that it was all a lie, a game that everyone but her knew the rules to. 

“(Y/N), please let me just explain-” 

“No!” she charged forward as she cut him off, she stood closer to him this time within arms reach of him and yet she wasn’t focused on the familiar scent assaulting her nose again. No, she was focusing on anything but that. “Because I already know everything.” 

(E/C) eyes bore into the labyrinth of oceanic blue, if eyes were a window to the soul then he had his locked and blinded a long time again because she now realised that glimmer she once admired was merely the reflection of her own soul, the one he latched onto and bled dry since the first day he met her. 

“You told me that you only loved me, that you only kissed me. That you only touched me. So John imagine my surprise when I see you doing those, those things to Ms Stillwell. You lied to me when you said nothing was going on and I was stupid enough to believe you.”

Red filled her vision as the wisps slowly encased her hands, the rage she was feeling was otherworldly as the look of shock washed over his face. He thought he was slick enough for it to go unnoticed this whole time. She knew, deep down she knew. She just didn’t want their perfect bubble to burst. 

“(Y/N), baby, let me explain.” his gloveless hands slowly, cautiously came up and caressed her cheek. He wiped the tear that trickled down, it felt loving. Familiar. 

“I did it to protect us, to protect you.” 

“I’m a warrior, John. I don’t need protection.” his grip grew more firm at her words, as the rain started to pick up again battering down against their naked flesh. Her clothes were sticking to her frame, so was his suit but he didn’t care because he came for one thing and he held it in his hands. Held her in his hands. 

“From Madelyn you do, she's everything at her fingertips. Her and Edgar are close. She has a request and I follow.” he sounded desperate, like he needed her to understand and she did. She understood that everything that came out of his mouth was a fuckling lie and she had been manipulated to the point where Kevin called it Stockholm Syndrome without the kidnapping. 

____ 

“The obsession he has over you is not as much as the one he made you develop, all he needs is to take you to a remote cabin in the woods and you have a classic case of Stockholm (Y/N).”  Her feet swung solemnly in the air as she sat on top of the table, it was slowly coming together, the pieces of the well scattered puzzle were being found, and as it pained her to put it together she had to know. 

A sob left her throat as she came to the realisation of how much she depended on ‘America’s No.1’ she spent almost every waking hour with him, she only just came to know The Deep’s name. Kevin, his name was Kevin Moskowitz and it was a really nice name. If John was still here he would be livid to find the two of them sat so closely, but over the past five days Kevin had become a breath of fresh air for her. 

“It’s hard I understand, you spent a lot of time with him. But now that he’s not here clouding your judgement you’ll be able to see how fucked up it is.” her vision became blurry with the amount of tears forcing themselves out, she didn’t want to admit it but it was true. 

“I love him, and I don’t know what to do.” she hiccuped as she wiped the snot from her nose with her wrist, she looked forward as she remembered everything she had been through in the past 76 hours. The moment she walked into the meeting room and saw John balls deep in Madelyn’s cunt is the moment everything halted. Her flight or fight reflexes kicked in a moment too late, because she can still vividly picture the look on their faces, the sounds they were making and the stench of sex. 

But what traumatised her was the look Madelyn gave her, a look of victory, achievement. She knew what she was doing as she maintained eye contact as she kissed John, as she moaned loudly as she came for him. It was all (Y/N) needed to turn around and numbly walk out of there. And for the next 76 hours everything started to reveal itself too fast for her to comprehend. 

“What do I do?” she whimpered quietly as she watched the sun shine through the window, she was surprised that she was able to maintain that small amount of control to keep the storm at bay. It was fitting really, the whirlwind of emotions inside her was crushing like a constant tsunami drowning her again and again, uncontrollably. And yet she was able to control everything outside perfectly, without a hitch. 

“You look pitiful, sitting here looking out the window, all you really need now is for a violin to start playing for you (Y/N),” his voice broke her out of her realisation, she smiled as she looked over to him accepting her fate. And with that she felt the dam break again, because in all honesty the plaster she used to temporarily patch it up with was bound to come undone at some point. She let her head fall to his shoulder as she went through break down No.32 and there in that moment she was glad that Kevin was there for her, she was glad someone was there for her. 

____

(Y/N) looked up at his devastatingly lucid blues, she could see her reflection as the lighting erupted in the sky. She looked ethereal with the way her eyes shone with tears, almost poetic. 

Her hand came up to caress his cheek, her thumb stroking his cheek bone out of habit.  It reminded her of that night, where she let him undo her piece by piece. Delicate kisses and hands traced her skin like porcelain, she was at her most vulnerable in that moment; bare for him, laid out on his bed with her heart practically in her hands. She remembered the words he whispered to her as she drowned in the most euphoric wave she had ever felt. The skills he had with his tongue and hands had her a whimpering puddle by the time he settled himself between her legs, the sweet stretch of him is something she never got used to. 

But there in that moment, the two of them became closer than they had ever been. She realised in that moment the love and adoration she felt for this man was overpowering, catastrophic. 

“You know John,” the hopefulness that shone in his eyes was almost pitiful, it tugged at her heartstring. 

But she cut those off herself 76 hours ago. 

“What my love?” His caress softened as he leaned in closer, their forehead touching. 

“I can’t believe I was infatuated with a bastard like you.” 

Her heart stuttered as the words echoed back to her, the venom in her voice was evident she could tell by the passive look that overtook his feature. Everything stood still for a second too long as his breathe stuttered as he exhaled. 

“You don’t mean that. Right (Y/N)?” His question was left unanswered the first time. The softness in his voice petrified the woman in question. But she remained firm. 

Suddenly, without warning that loving hand slid down from her cheek and nestled itself against the side of her neck. His thumb ran firmly up and down the length of her trachea. 

He applied pressure as he asked again, “you don’t mean it baby, do you?” He whined as her eyes narrowed, daring him to continue. He let go when he realised what he was doing ‘this is no way to win her back.’

He mumbled an apology and carded his fingers rough through his hair, but gave up as the rain continued to battle against him. He paced backward, his hand settled on his hips as he rambled anxiously, hoping anything he said could at least please (Y/N). 

“Your right I shouldn’t have lied, but you have to believe me,” her face told him it wasn’t working. 

“I’ve always wanted what’s best for you,” not this either. 

“I need you to trust me, what I did-“ or this.

“(Y/N), please! I love you.” His eyes widened when he saw her look up at him. Her (E/C) eyes appeared crystallised with the tear that houses themselves in her orbs. He sucked in a sharp breath as she came closer to him, her bottom lip trembling as she opened her mouth to confess her love and come back to him. 

“Fuck you.” 

‘No, no! That’s not right!’ 

He surged forward before he thought twice about his movements. Hands wrapping around her beautiful neck he squeezed hard, rage filled his vision as he watched her eyes. Her bewitching eyes stared into his. His mind was floating on the edge of fantasy and reality, he needed her. His (Y/N). 

‘It’s okay my love, you just didn’t know what you were talking about’ 

Her hands clawed at his wrists clambering on for any kind of purchase, her ears were filled with the sounds of her desperation to breathe, to live. 

The storm around them grew angrier, thunder screeched as it tumbled through the sky, the rain turned abusive with how hard it hit the ground. (Y/N) closed her eyes, feeling the burn of her lover's hand on her neck getting tighter and tighter with each passing second. Unexpectedly a flash of light causes her eyes to open, lighting strikes the ground around them. In a dance, illuminating the poetic end to its master. Each strike shook the ground they stood on but he didn’t move, no he knew that no matter the pain he put (Y/N) through she would never hurt him. 

And she knew the same. 

So without a thought she put her hands down, and let the last breath leave her wrecked body. Her battered soul sagged in relief as the fight she had been dragging her body through ended. She didn’t care anymore, the warrior’s armour had broken and an arrow had pierced her heart and wrenched it out her chest. That pain that she thought was eternal, faded away as each millisecond passed.

She closed her eyes and was finally at peace. 

“No, no, no, no!” He dropped her in terror. He stared at his hands as he came to the realisation of what he’d just done. 

‘No, no, no!’ 

John dropped to his knees and quickly grabbed (Y/N)’s head and placed it on his chest, he wailed as her limp body fell against his chest. This wasn’t supposed to happen, how did he lose control so quickly? 

“(Y/N)?” He gently tapped her cheek, watching as her skin rippled at the small force. He couldn’t see properly with the rain invading his vision, how did he lose control so quickly? 

“(Y/N),” his voice grew quiet as he wiped the water off her face, she looked so peaceful. So beautiful. 

But the disfigurement of her neck screamed at him, taunting him for what he did to his love. 

His (Y/N). 

“Shhh, my dove. It’s okay,” he right hand caressed the back of her head as he fell backward and sat onto the floor, his left arm wrapped round the rest of her body as he gently rocked back and forth, whispering her favourite song under his breath. 

He needs the distraction. Because how did he lose control so quickly? 

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“‘I've got sunshine on a cloudy day, When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.’” Warm arms wrapped around her waist as she finished mixing the eggs. A smile graced itself onto her face as she turned her head to the side, a laugh followed the kiss that was placed sloppily on her cheek. 

“What song are you singing, dove?” His voice vibrated through her whole body as he walked around the island and sat opposite her, to admire his favourite view. She gasped as her (E/C) eyes snapped to his face, her covered in a look of offence. 

“You don’t know my favourite song?” She waved the whisk accusingly at John, a smile replacing the offended look plastered on her face when he got egg remnants on his forehead. 

“You don’t sing for me often, I didn’t know you had a nice voice,” he was smooth with the diversion, smooth enough that it had her face heating. She stuck her tongue out at John and quickly turned around to place the eggs into the pan; the sudden compliment had her heart stuttering, the breath knocked out of her lungs. 

She jumped as a hand crept round and brushed the hair from the left side of her face, it was soon replaced by a pair of soft lips kissing the shell of her ear tentatively, a hand followed suit and delicately placed itself on the curve of her hips. Careful of the bruises from last night's activities, it slithered round the small bulge of her stomach and settled on the other side, only to slowly pull her into his frame. 

“Can I please know your favourite song, I wanna know everything about my girl,” his sentence was followed by a shout of laughter. It startled him. He wasn’t expecting that response. 

The body between his hands turned around and placed her hand in his hips, she tipped her head backwards so she could see him. That smile turned tenfold as it stretched across the expanse of her glowing face. 

“My Girl.” (Y/N) mumbled lazily as she squeezed John, giggling at the confusion that filled his eyes. 

“‘I guess you'd say, What can make me feel this way

My girl.’ The song is called My Girl.” 

They swayed gently as she sang softly, in bliss wrapped in the arms of her one and only. She could never be more content. More at peace, here with her home. 

Her sanctuary. 

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His bleary eyes looked down at his Dove, glowing in the light that illuminated the sky sporadically. 

“‘My girl, my girl, my girl, Talkin' 'bout my girl.” 

He sputtered as the tears fell, mixing with the rain that fell onto (Y/N)’s face. His (Y/N). The very one that made him lose control so quickly, he traced the outline of her face as if mapping every minute detail his scattered brain could remember in this moment. He lost control so quickly, and this was the one consequence he didn’t even think to imagine. 

“‘I've got sunshine on a cloudy day with my girl, I've even got the month of May with my girl’” he remembered the adoration painted on her face the day she sang her song for him, he thought it fitted her well because she was after all his girl. 

But he didn’t know how to live without his girl. 

But he didn’t want to think of that right now, so he sang her song as he gently swayed them. The only calm in the raging storm. He sang to her lovingly as he held her dead body in the one place she felt at peace. 

He gazed lovingly at her face; he lost control so quickly because she drove him mad. Insane. But he loves her no matter what. ‘How am I going to live without you?’ He brought his face closer to hers and gently kissed her still warm lips. 

The roar of the thunder brought him back to reality, he hugged her gently as he continued to sing, praying that somewhere, somehow she could still hear him as he sat with her in his hands. 

The very same hands that killed her. The very same hands that made her feel safe, that made her feel pleasure, pain, regret. The hands that made her vulnerable and courageous at the same time. The hand that strangled the life out of her here, in her safe space. 

“‘Talkin' 'bout my girl.” 

But really, there is no better place to die than your sanctuary.

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“You guys are the real heroes”

Sooo I’ve finally watched S1 of The Boys (yknow the one with Karl Urban’s nostrils) and it’s rrrrreal good♥ Nice whirlwind from fun and peppy to WHATINTHEACTUALFUCK??! and back to peppy rinse and repeat~ Also Antony Starr deserves Emmy, this is one of the most unsettling antagonists I've seen in a long time~

Homelander VS Wolverine! Who do you think would win?

Homelander VS Wolverine! Who do you think would win?

Homelander getting fucked up by HULK

Alright so this kinda cringe, but I love how it just ignores the filter and went about its day lol. I've been talking to this bot for literally 2 days now, and it's been going very strange places. Not really realistic anymore, but oh fucking well. It's done this a couple times, and I ain't complaining

POV: Josh and Kristy

(yes ik this meme has been made before but imma do it anyways)

CHICKEN BURGER !!!!!!

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