#thcbvtcher

[marvinmilks]

"Hey, M.M.! We should definitely gang up on @thcbvtcher to show him who the real bosses are. What do you say?" 😏

' you know damn well he can't handle that. ' billy fucking butcher, the menace himself, smirk wiped from his face, brought down to his knees, annie's fingers tangled in his dark hair and his protests escaping in the form of a moan ? ⸻ a beat passes. gruff expression eases into a smirk, a glint in his eyes. who the hell is he to stand in the way of what annie january wants, anyway ? ' so when we doin' this ? '

[starsupe]

just so you know when i see your annie pop up on my screen i always read her replies and i sob cause your annie is so good ;-; i had to share this fyi

DELLA WHAT. You can't just randomly come here and turn me into complete mush?? Thank you so much, though! To be honest, Annie is the muse I picture in my head most vividly when I write replies for some reason. Maybe this is... it? Why you think so highly of me takey on the ladey? IDEK. But given that you write an absolutely bombastic Starlight, I'm in LOVE with her tbh, just like with your other barbies, it's actually an honor coming from you. Now lemme ugly sob in my corner!

[garglemyballsack]

"Oi, wha' yeh lookin' at ? if yeh want me t' fuck yeh all yeh gotta do is ask nicely." // please he's out to cause issues

@thcbvtcher || random inbox reply || SAUCY! (feel free to continue, being lazy atm.)

"was wondering if you realized your outfit looks like jimmy buffet skull fucked the matrix, downed a bottle of cheap whiskey and wound up popping you out." yes. he's seen the matrix. might've been on the stupid television inside that motel room they were holed up in. don't judge him. was better than that cable shit with weird commericals that made him want to pull his own fucking eyes out.

head rolls back to rest against the wall. eyes combing up and down the other man's frame with an interest that is veiled with nonchalance. can't blame him for tossing back enough attitude to keep the banter going. butcher's fun. annoying sometimes. outright infuriating at others. but fun? the brand that's hard to come by without it being so fucking nerve grating two minutes later that it forces the soldier to still his hand before he reaches in and rips someone's voice box out just to shut them the fuck up.

"...and if anyone's doing the fucking in this little partnership?" pointer finger presses against his own chest, then juts out towards butcher. sharkish smirk right after polishes off the innuendo perfectly before those lips wrap around the neck of a beer and finish what was left in one long swig.

[garglemyballsack]

@thcbvtcher || random inbox reply || listen, fucker.

"Would yeh look at tha' if it ain't my favorite lil' bottom bitch. Can't get 'nough of me, I see."

THIS RAGING CUNT THAT WILL FOREVER GRATE HIS LAST NERVE!

smoke coils from one hand poised above a string of words he's committing to memory when that annoying baritone assaults his ears. a long groan, he rocks back on his heels. FUCKERS NEVER DISAPPEAR! "son of a fucking---," mumbled under his breath through gritted teeth, he turns around from what he was doing to give him a lackadaisical once over. (the file on butcher's table falls shut--he doesn't do much to hide it. mind your own business.)

soldier boy makes it a point to look behind butcher like he's trying to spot the pencil necked queer lap dog, that's, nine times out of ten, right behind his heels. waiting like a good boy to either lick the soles of his boots or the brit's asshole. or both. doesn't see him. looks behind himself to see if hughie's somewhere back there? nope.

"don't see your bottom bitch anywhere in the room." drag taken from the cigarette pinched between two rough fingers. makes it a point to blow the exhale right towards butcher's smirky, pug-faced mug. "what? you stop short and he end up lodging the rest of himself up that ass? hope he stretched you out with that pinky finger he's got for a dick first. otherwise? that's gotta hurt like a bitch."

[starsupe]

@thcbvtcher: 🤧 – comforting them when crying / to annie cause excuse me !!!

Sometimes, everything is too much. You power through each day, take steps forward and get punched twice as many steps back. Annie can pin down no particular incident that made this weight so unbearable that she's now crumbling. Like a child, sobbing into the sleeves pulled half over her hands that now cover her eyes and forehead. Shoulders quivering, wraps of candy bars crumpled beside her on the porch where she sits. The stairs aren't exactly comfortable. Annie hoped the others were all too distracted to come out and look. But she hears footfalls across the wooden boards; fucking great!

She's quick to wipe her cheeks with those same sleeves, sniffle and pretend to be okay... Around people who know her, sure. Best plan ever, Annie!

Still, that it is Butcher of all who sits down beside her, seemingly no witty jab to dish out, and instead just poses a quiet comfort? That's surprising enough for her to crease her brows in unspoken disbelief. Her swollen eyes betray her anyway, so why come up with excuses unprompted— Annie's expression softens as she lets herself get tempted to simper, before she looks down at Billy's hands. Then fake-disappointment washes over her face. "I can't believe it, Butcher", she jokingly chides. "No drinks?"

[marvinmilks]

continued from here.

it'll be a cold day in hell before he ever rolls over for butcher's finest most lukewarm bullshit, so he stays composed. doesn't so much as blink even when the other man's in his face, suffocating the inches between them as if every last one killed becca too. marvin knows this game like the back of his hand by now; where everyone else is the calm before the storm, butcher's always done it backwards. storm before the calm. just let him steam it out. just be here.

' what i know ? is you didn't drag us through shitshow after shitshow after literal supe cumshow just to give up now. that's what this is, man, don't try to make it pretty. this is you giving up. '

and it's been an active concern in marvin's head for a long time now. wondering how far butcher will let himself go, wondering when the burning revenge obsession simply turns to burn out, wondering when @thcbvtcher feels miserable and isolated enough to call it quits. is it any wonder marvin's still standing here ? against all the better judgment in the world ? who else is gonna be this prick's voice of goddamn reason ?

the light push he gives, fingers to chest, isn't an attack. it's not even rough enough to send butcher far. ' you're not doing this. not to you, not to annie, not to kimiko, not to me. you're not gonna torch the rest of us too just 'cause you're feeling a little hot under the collar. what if that virus kills all of you but him ? you think a roach like him won't figure out how to crawl away ? and then where will we be ? ground zero with half of us six feet under ? nah. we'll work this the fuck out the way we always do. alive. together. you hear me, butcher ? '

[devilscheck]

@thcbvtcher sent “I’ve got you”

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body

There were MOMENTS she liked to think she had thicker skin than she did, but this was one where it could easily be seen through. All of that CHARISMA and SARCASM were a poorly built wall around the fragile build of Jennifer Check. Given a long enough time, she would crack under the weight of something intense enough.

She felt that way now as the clear stream of tears had barely made a dent in the blood she had been coated in now. Some of it was her own, some of it was someone else's that she had watched perish so INTENSELY before her. Suddenly, it all began to make sense on just how mortal she could really be.

"Don't-" she tried to argue, but she couldn't fight back. Instead, her head nodded in the sense of defeat she felt washing over her. Enough practice in being a damsel in distress had made it all look natural on her now as she watched the first layer of blood trail away from her skin.

"Do you think.... Any of this will ever NOT be like... Hella fucked?" the broken phrase came from her lips as her hands finally raised to wipe away tears. "Because I'm starting to think I'm going to be coated in blood for like a living."

[starsupe]

@thcbvtcher: "Admit it. You like it when we fight." / annie

There's something about this man that grinds her gears with his presence alone. It wasn't always like that. Annie does her damn best to keep it together whenever Billy starts running his mouth, but this time? Yeah, screw that. She's been yelling at him, lights flickering around them while she balls her hands into fists so she won't blast him away. Although he'd fucking deserve it. Another part of her, somewhere deep, deep within, makes Annie want to shut him up in ways nothing short of unholy. How can such a disgusting man have that effect? Seems like 'girls like bad boys' isn't so much of a reach after all, huh? His comment doesn't help. Sneering, Annie runs a hand through her hair, realizing her throat got sore.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Butcher!" Her hands are raised into sight, a warning glare shot in Billy's direction— in complete contrast to that, she approaches him. Mind you, still glaring, pointing a finger: "You are the worst fucking guy here to be around and if it wasn't for MM, Hughie, Kimiko and Frenchie? I'd stomp you into the ground!" Does she mean it, though? Debatable. Because there is good in him, too. She's just angry, frustrated, and something else she doesn't want to even say. Standing close enough to smell his breath, yes, Annie is still glowering, gaze flitting to his mouth, then back up. "And no", she almost whispers, hardly convincing. "I don't like it."