I have a Warren Worthington imagine? Like how about Warren got into a fight
again and the reader is all worried and Warren says he’s okay and the reader
just fixes his wounds and they cuddle?? I’M SO TRASH FOR WARREN
I AM ALSO TRASH FOR WARREN OMG I MISSED HIMMMMM
Warren hesitated to knock
on your door. Another night, another fight, and as usual, he had shed some
blood and earned some new bruises. But he couldn’t help it. They had been
making fun of him…of you. It was the
last straw. So here he was, back at the Mansion with his fist poised to knock
on your door.
After waiting several
more seconds in silence, he finally knocked. You hopped out of bed and pulled
the door open, certainly not expecting to see Warren standing there with a
black eye, bloodied knuckles, and several scrapes and bruises. He was a mess,
and at the moment, you couldn’t tell if the blood stain on his jacket was from
him or someone else.
“Oh my God, Warren, are
“Good. You have to stop
“I know.” He lowered his
face. There were several moments of silence.
“Get in here.”
“Yes ma’am.” He trudged
through the door, his heavy metal wings trailing behind him. His golden Mohawk of
curls had been thrown into disarray and now resembled more of a messy halo. A
halo on your fallen angel.
“What was it this time?”
You asked, taking a seat in front of him.
“They think I’m some no
good villain.” He rolled his eyes. “What else is new?”
“Who did this?” you
asked. He shook his head, his eyes settling on the toes of his boots. “Warren.”
“New guy. You don’t know
him. But he knew me from the news or whatever.”
“You’re famous,” you
chuckled a little.
“Infamous is more like
it.” He shook his head. His eyes tentatively met yours. “I wish everyone was
“Oh hush.” You held out
both of your hands. “You’re just lucky I’m a healer.”
Warren offered you his
knuckles first. His large calloused hands relaxed under your gentle whispers of
touches. The white glow from your hands was cool, and in instants, the gashes
had dissolved to nothing, leaving only skin behind. You waved a hand in front
of his face, causing the swollen eye to shrink, and then cleared up his
bruises. When you were done, he let out a blissful sigh.
“Well, I guess not everything about getting into fights all
the time is bad.”
“Elaborate.” You smirked
as he leaned back against your bedframe.
“I mean, getting to see
you is certainly a perk.”
“There are other ways to
“Yeah. ‘Oh hey, (Y/N),
want to go to the mall?’ or ‘hey (Y/N), do you want to go out with me?’ would
work just fine, but nooooo, angel boy and his bad boy complex always seem to-”
“So you’d go out with me?”
he cut you off, a smirk finding his lips. It did not help that you just noticed
the way his black t-shirt hugged his biceps. Shit, he was hot. “Theoretically,
“Theoretically…yes.” You scooted
a little closer to him and let a cold finger trail down the fabric of his
t-shirt. Abs. Goddamn. “And if we’re being 100 percent honest here, I’ve always
kind of had a thing for bad boys.”
“Is that so?” he raised
an eyebrow and twirled a curl of your hair around one of his large fingers.
“But, I’m also a huge cuddler. So, theoretically of course, this bad
boy would have to be down for some mean cuddle sessions from time to time.”
“Oh, believe me, I can
cuddle.” He crossed his muscular arms as though you had just proposed a
“Oh can you?”
“For your information,
yes. I can.” You were skeptical. “Come here. Right now. We’re cuddling.”
“We are. Right here.
Right now.” Warren sunk down into the pillows the slightest bit. He opened his
arms wide and folded and tucked his metal wings as far beneath him as possible.
You crawled beneath the covers and surrendered to his strong embrace. He
brushed the tiny hairs out of the front of your face. “See?”
“Cozy indeed, bad boy.” You
pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips and flicked the light off. “Goodnight.”
And so there the two of
you were. Someone broken, and someone who pieced broken things back together.
With you in his arms, Warren had never slept better.
I found some decent GIF’s… I’m srry for posting so much of his steal collarbones, but…ifs kinda hard to not when markiplier just RIPPED HIS DAMN SHIRT OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE VIDEO!!!!
I LOVE YOU MARK AND CONGRATZ ON 9MIL MAN…LOVE YOU!!!!
twitter(.)com/motion_sketch/status/896690195407413249 have u seen this? im not sure if its ~official art~ but the point is CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOT SAKURA IS GODDAMN THOSE ABS 😩 THAT ASS AND THOSE THIGHS GOOD LORD 🙏🏼
haha yes i have. actually i’m looking at this again and like is that supposed to be her navel? and her hip bone? like how low riding are these shorts. that’s not functional oh no.
sakura has a limited number of bottoms. she has a few of the same pair of shorts, one set of leggings, and a skirt for when she feels like it. she also has a different pair of shorts, these ones probably just a couple inches long, low-riding and barely covering the curve of her ass. when they’re set up for camp and she’s free of her belts and packs and apron, if she bends over just so and in front of him, sasuke has to suck in a breath, a little distracted by the way the fabric stretches over her bottom.
she doesn’t wear those shorts too often because they’re not particularly functional and she finds herself having to pull them up a lot, but when she does, sasuke finds himself tripping on his feet and walking behind her for the better part of the day.
for once, sakura notices. “why aren’t you walking beside me?”
One thing nobody talks about with Horizon: Zero Dawn is that Aloy only has two people she either shows interest in or flirts back with in the entire game, along with one maybe.
One of them is Varl, a black Nora hunter from her own homeland who is roughly Aloy’s age (if a bit older), someone who Nora could see as an exemplar of her own culture (to the extent that Aloy is allowed to participate in Nora culture at all), albeit she’s discomfited with his superstition and limited worldview. She still evinces interest in him, and mentions at Rost’s grave that he “left an impression.” Unashamed appreciation, for a black man, from our white female protagonist.
The other one? Petra, a massive slab of a white woman who is much older than Aloy (albeit we’re not told how much older), and whom flirts outrageously with Aloy. She’s quite butch; if born in modern times, one feels like Petra would be found in a garage working on an outsized motorcycle. Aloy is obviously at least a little interested even in their first conversation (making flirty remarks back), but the real kicker comes at the end. Before the final battle, Petra, if her sidequest is done, is present; her and Aloy talk one last time. Petra flirts, Aloy flirts back, and Petra offers her to come back to Free Heap.
Aloy’s response is stuttering, because Aloy cannot be tied to one place, has so much left to do and world to roam, but she’s awkward trying to explain this; Aloy, the girl who has THREE DIFFERENT WAYS to tell Avad, the Sun King of Meridian, to go fuck himself when he evinces improper interest in her. STUTTERING when trying to turn down Petra’s open offer. Petra accepts it with grace, and says she always had a weakness for free-spirited types.
So what we are left with is this: despite the fandom’s fascination with Nil (who is, admittedly, the handsomest man in all of Horizon Zero Dawn), whom Aloy evinces nothing but confusion and disgust and some pity towards, and Avad, whom Aloy openly turns down at one point, the two main love interests that the game itself presents… are Varl and Petra. A black man and a butch woman. That’s kind of a big deal? They get little respect from most of the fandom because, well, black dude and butch lesbian, but that’s who the game itself presents as people Aloy is attracted to.
Moreover, the one “maybe” is Vanasha, who flirts with Aloy, but also flirts with Uthid and literally everyone else she talks to for more than a minute- the woman’s a spy and a rogue, it’s how she operates- but who has a more open and honest moment right towards the end, where her and Aloy meet before the final battle and Aloy says something that could be considered quite flirty. Vanasha herself runs with it like a football on fire, of course, because that’s who she is, so it’s an open question whether Aloy intended it flirty, or if the line reads as flirty because, well, Vanasha. Vanasha gets some love from the fandom because, well, fuck, have you seen her goddamn abs?
So if Vanasha’s included, then Aloy’s possible love interests are… a black man, a butch lesbian, and a black bisexual woman.
One honorable mention. Notably, Aloy is very friendly with Erend and obviously trusts him more than most of her compatriots- when talking with Erend before the final battle, Aloy makes the situation clear to him and his Vanguardsmen without any of the hiding or talking-around she does with other companions (Varl included, but not Petra, since she’s working around Varl’s Noran fanaticism and mysticism); she thinks of Erend when he’s not directly involved in her quest a few times, albeit usually in a fondly-exasperated way; and she’s reassuring of Erend when he mocks himself at the end of the Dervahl/Saving Meridian questline.
His Vanguard, notably, seems to ship it, albeit Erend himself is nothing but respectful to Aloy after their first meeting (during which he spends some time trying to be cool and flirting, badly, with her; he’s being disrespectful and a bit facetious). He takes the advice to “grow up quick” quite seriously. Erend I can see as a possible “love interest” figure, which is interesting given how much older than Aloy he is and that he’s a portly, not traditionally handsome figure, meaning even if he’s added- putting a white guy in the mix- his dorkiness and rather endearing humbleness mean he’s still not a “standard” romantic option. “Fat sweet guy” is not usually there, except in movies trying to make a point.
Still, I interpret Erend as the brother Aloy never had; there’s some sexual tension there, but it’s all on Erend’s end, and I think by game’s end he’s grown out of it. Notably, it’s his Vanguard who hassle him about it, not Erend himself.
And I just think it’s incredible that these are the choices they made. Incredible… and uplifting. This is the freedom I like to see.
Y’all so thirsty over Fine Stud Lexa™ and i get it, like she’s sO HOT!!! BUT can we stop and think about Baby Girl Clarke™ for a moment here?
- She’s always wearing sexy lingerie. She has all the types from satin to lace.
- She likes to wear Lexa’s shirt to smell her perfume on herself. Lexa loves it.
- She goes shopping for lingerie while Lexa is at work and sends her all these pictures in some sexy red bras “ babe, what do you think? Do i look good in this?” Lexa adores it. Her two favourite things: red and Clarke’s boobs.
- She’s such a tease. She would tease Lexa all day with sexts and pics, then tease her some more just because she can. She loves the effect she has on Lexa.
- She loves watching Lexa working out cause goDDAMN THOSE RIPPED ABS AND THAT BACK!
- She loves to lap dance for Lexa. Once Lexa comes back home after work, she finds the house all dark and this music starts playing, Clarke pulls her by her tie to the living room and makes her sit.
- Clarke loves to pull Lexa by her tie. She ties Lexa’s wrists on the headboard with the same tie.
- Lexa is possessive. She always has her arm around Clarke’s waist and glares at people that stares at her girlfriend too long. Clarke finds it adorable.
-…but when they get home Lexa takes her against all the surfaces leaving many marks.
- Clarke knows when Lexa is in a mood and just wants to hold her close, she lets her and give her time to talk about it.
- She loves to draw and paint and Lexa loves watching her do it; she’s so cute when she’s focused with that little tongue on the side.
If all these are not enough, here have this pic. Baby Girl Clarke™ right here
OH MY GOD so I was about to cross a busy main road when a car comes out of nowhere so i step back hastily and yell ‘’this aint a race!!!’’ and what do i hear behind me? someone singing in a quiet voice ‘’Its a goddamn arms scene’’ and i turn around and its some guys with the biggest grin on his face like he was so fucking proud of himself