Tumgik
#I didn’t tell the screen to angle in that direction
sugarnspice630 · 21 days
Text
Movie Night - Yunho PREVIEW
Tumblr media
•pairing: softdom!yunho x fem!reader
Summary: Having a movie date night with Yunho, but you find yourself falling asleep, so Yunho does the only thing he can think of to keep you awake
A/N: This is just a preview! The full fic will be posted on March 15th! If you would like to be tagged in the full story, please comment below so I can add you! Happy reading!
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆───
You walked around the table to sit down on the couch next to Yunho. In the meantime, he propped his feet up on the table at an angle to allow you to curl in underneath his arms. Before you could sit down, he gave you this cocky smirk and used his toes to kick the remote off the table, landing behind you. You placed your hands on your hips and scoffed playfully.
“Really?”
“My foot slipped.” He said nonchalantly, still keeping that smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and smirked back at him. Turning around, you bent over at the waist to pick up the remote. While bent over, you could just feel Yunho’s eyes drilling into you. You took your time picking up the remote, just to tease him even further. As you came back up, you turned around quickly, hoping to catch Yunho lacking, but he was staring straight ahead. He must have directed his gaze away just before you turned around.
“I know you were staring.”
“Perhaps I was, perhaps I wasn’t. You’ll never know~.” Still staring straight ahead. You lightly slapped his shoulder before sitting down next to him and getting comfortable. He extended his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close. You handed the remote to him and let him pick the first movie you were going to watch. 
“This is important, so you have to pay attention.” He said enthusiastically, excited to share his interests. The golden retriever energy was strong at this moment. You swore that if he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy right now.
“Hard to do that when you’re here too.” He just smiled at your sly comment, and you nuzzled up against him.
The movie started to play, and you watched intently. Your eyes were trying to follow everything that was happening on screen, which proved to be difficult at times because there was so much happening, but you managed. Yunho would occasionally speak up during a quiet part to tell you something really awesome was coming up. About halfway through the movie, you noticed your eyes were getting heavy, so you tried to blink away the tiredness, but it just kept coming back to haunt you. You wanted to stay awake and watch the movies with Yunho. You tapped Yunho on the leg two times to indicate you were going to change positions. You opted for laying your head in his lap and laying sideways, still facing the TV. He softly placed his hand on your side and gently rubbed. More minutes of the movie go by, and you are still fighting tiredness. You find your eyes closing, only to immediately open them back up wide to focus back on the movie. You have missed most of the last quarter of the movie by now, considering how many times your eyes have opened and closed. Yunho noticed this, and one time when you didn’t open your eyes right away, he slightly flicked your side.
“Ya, pay attention Y/N. You keep falling asleep.”
“I know Yunho; I’m sorry. It is interesting; I just can’t keep my eyes open.”
“Well here, sit up and come over here.” Yunho shifts in his spot a little and invites you to sit up in his lap. You picked yourself up and moved to sit on his lap, still facing the TV. He placed his hands back at your side to support you sitting on him. You looked back and looked at Yunho’s face. He was smirking at you softly and rubbing your sides while he looked at you. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, and you turned your attention back to the movie. You then felt Yunho lean a bit closer to you and felt his breath near your ear.
“If you can’t stay awake, I’ll give you a reason to stay awake.” His tone was low, and it made your face heat up a little. You continued to stay focused on the movie, and soon after, the credits began to roll. Just because this movie was over did not mean you were done; no, you had all the other movies in the series to get through. He picked up the remote and started the next movie in the series. 
Tiredness began to take over you again, but you swore to stay awake for Yunho. Hiding your subtle yawns and slow blinks the best you could. Eventually, you find your head bobbing to the side and your eyes closing. This time, you did not wake up as quickly as before. Yunho took notice of your sleeping figure and decided to do something about it. He took one hand and shifted his hips to pull his sweatpants and underwear down. Then, he grabbed your face harshly, which caused you to jolt awake. He turned his hand to turn your face toward him. You stared at him with a shocked expression.
“I told you if you couldn’t stay awake, I’d give you a reason to stay awake. Take your shorts and underwear off.”
Tags: @pre1ttyies@isiloiale@moongoddess1982@yeosangsbbg@10nantscompanion
220 notes · View notes
beenbaanbuun · 1 month
Text
club w/ wooyoung
wrote this after an interaction with mean girls at my local club…
wooyoung has been gone for a little over two minutes now - the bar must be busy - leaving you alone with an almost passed out san
normally you wouldn’t mind since you were well practiced in the art or staring down men to the point where they would dare approach you
y’know, stare into their eyes with a disgusted look for long enough for them to grow just a little self conscious
there’s only one man it’s ever not worked on, but he’s your boyfriend now
sometimes wooyoung can be about as good reading the room as san is holding his liqueur - bad… with a capital B
but the issue tonight isn’t men, it’s women
more specifically, a group of girls standing just a couple of meters to your right
they’re pretty, you think to yourself, but the way they point and laugh warps your perception of them until all you see is a group of mean girls
mean isn’t pretty
you turn to look at the dazed man next to you
he seems to have taken an interest in the way the lights swing around the room, following them like a cat with a laser
“san,” you grab his attention, “can you see those girls over there?”
you point him in the direction of them with a tilt of your head, and his eyes follow slowly
he nods, stumbling a little as the movement makes him lose his balance
you catch him and push him against the wall so he doesn’t have to focus so hard on staying upright
“are they talking about me?” you ask, “they’re laughing at something in this direction but i don’t know if i’m being paranoid.”
san comically narrows his eyes at the girls, looking like they do in the cartoons, and you let out a small giggle
and then san nods
“they keep looking at you,” he clarifies, “one of them just took a photo, i think.”
your furrow your brows
“what?”
“yeah,” he angles his head so he can see the girl’s phone screen, “something about your back must be really interesting to them. they’re sending it someone on snapchat…”
the thought alone makes your heart freeze in place, and you immediately stop having fun
the smile on your face drops completely, and the weird little sidestep dance you always do at the club comes to a stand still
a drunk hand finds the top of your head - a little too hard, you must say, but you’d never tell san that - and gently tousles your hair
“they’re just jealous,” he slurs his words with a smile, and although they’re sincere you find it hard to believe
because they’re all standing there in their tight black t-shirts that accentuate their chest and baggy cargo pants that fall perfectly from their hips
and when you look down at yourself all you can see is your black corset that makes your tits look great, but sometimes reveals too much back fat for your liking, and your tiny black mini skirt that now you look at it, makes your tummy bulge over the top in a way that you hadn’t noticed until now
your distressed tights that you normally love now look messy under your critical gaze, and the knee high black socks that go under them just look weird
and all of that is without even mentioning your platform trainers that are chunkier than any other trainer you’ve ever seen, and add at least two inches onto your height
you look weird, you decide as you study yourself
“what’s got the prettiest girl in the club so down in the dumps?” you boyfriend asks loudly as he finally arrives back to your tiny group with his and your drinks in his hands
the laughter that comes from the group of girls punctuates his sentence cruelly, and you shrink into yourself more
you don’t particularly want to talk about it, but thankfully, with san in the state that he’s in, you don’t have to
“where’s my drink?” san pouts, ignoring wooyoung’s question completely
“i got you one like five minutes ago,” he didn’t, but san is too drunk to remember that, “look,” wooyoung points to an empty plastic cup on the floor, “you had a single vodka coke, remember?”
san is, somehow, satisfied with the lie and goes back to chilling against the wall with a dopey smile
wooyoung smiles fondly at his friend before turning to you with a more serious look
“now, back to you, baby,” he passes you a cup of pink liquid which you immediately start gulping down
it only takes a few seconds before wooyoung snatches it out of your hands with a frown
“okay, so that’s concerning,” he grumbles, “tell me what’s wrong.”
you shrug, but your eyes betray you
wooyoung must notice the way your eyes flicker over to the group for a few seconds and his gaze decides to follow yours
the girls are giggling, as usual, but this time you make eye contact with one of them
she looks you up and down before frowning and raising her hands in a ‘what have i done?’ motion
and then like clockwork, the frown cracks and they all start laughing again
you stare as the one that had looked you up and down moments prior uses her finger to instruct one of the others to do the same
you frown
“i wouldn’t normally say this, but they’re fucking bitches,” wooyoung whispers as he reaches a hand out to touch your shoulder, “do you want me to say something?”
you shake your head - it would be embarrassing for you if you sent your boyfriend to tell them off for you
even if they are acting like bullies in a playground…
“no, woo,” you shake your head and put on your bravest smile for him which you can tell he doesn’t believe, “just stay here with me, hm?”
he sighs and nods before shuffling the two of you around until his body is blocking yours from the group’s vision
but it doesn’t do much, not when you can still hear their laughter over the music
you try and let it go, but it’s all you can hear
the song could be anything in the world but you wouldn’t know
your mind is still racing and you can still hear them and you just can’t find it in you to have fun anymore
you look at your boyfriend, trying not to think too hard about the sympathetic look on his face
“actually, can we just go?”
you feel bad about your request, but you’d feel worse if you were to stay and ruin the atmosphere for the two guys who would otherwise be having a great time
wooyoung nods and puts a hand on san’s shoulder to pull him off of the wall
with one arm around his friend’s shoulder, he wraps the other around your waist and the three of you begin to walk
it’s slow, with san’s stumbling and the insane crowd of people, but before you know it, you’re almost out of there
but just as you reach the door, wooyoung stops
“shoot, i forgot to put the drinks down somewhere,” he unravels his arms and pushes the two of you over to a wall, “stay here, i’ll be back soon, alright?”
you nod and watch as he weaves his way through the crowd
you lose him within a few seconds, and decide to focus your attention on san instead
no doubt he’d be sleeping on your couch tonight, you giggle to yourself
it’s always an experience when he spends the night at yours; more often than not you wake up to him asleep on the floor of your room rather than the sofa you left him on
one time you’d even found him cuddled up to wooyoung in his sleep
you still have the photos on your phone as blackmail
the thought cheers you up a little
not much, but enough to bring a small smile to your face
a smile that quickly vanishes when wooyoung comes storming out of the room, a sheepish look on his face and a wet patch down his front
he grabs both of you and without wasting a second, drags you out of the door and onto the cold street
“what happened?” you ask as he hails a taxi
one pulls up and wooyoung quickly tells the driver your address before the three of you climb in
he sits next to you and takes your hand in his
“wooyoung, what happened?” you repeat
san gags as the car starts to move
you ignore it - san may not be able to handle drinking, but he’s not (yet) thrown up from it before - and keep your attention firmly on your boyfriend
he shrugs, “nothing much…”
you give him a look that lets him know you don’t believe him
he tried to wait it out, hoping you’ll let it go after a few seconds, but you don’t
“fine,” he concedes, “i spilt my drink on one of the girls, purely by accident, and she threw hers back…”
“wooyoung!” you slap his chest gently
he just chuckles and puts his hand over your own, pinning it to the sticky wet patch on his chest
“they deserved it, hun.”
211 notes · View notes
absolutebl · 1 month
Text
This Week in BL - It's 2024 & I'm talking about TayNew... really?
(They pretty much told us all to sit down and shut tf up, 'cause they got this. AND THEY DO.)
Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.
Feb 2024 Wk 3
Tumblr media
Ongoing Series - Thai
Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 9 of 12 - I broke. In my defense, it was Monday, I needed comfort, and TayNew were right tf there. Ya know what? They are great in this show. It's a great adaptation. I might like it more than the JBL live action. You know why? Really, honestly WHY...?
That was a PHENOMENAL KISS. Those boys did Thailand fucking proud. They did fandom a solid. Thank you OGs for reminding us how it's done. I was getting used to SloppyHot. And SloppyHot has its place, but that TayNew rooftop kiss was a top tear class act. It was tender and sweet and respectful and joyful. It was eye work and breath work and years of practice. How very far BL has come while still staying so much the same. TayNew - I salute you!
(Read all about distribution issues here.)
The Sign (Sat YT) ep 12fin - we waiting, I guess? Bah.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 11 of 12 - The recipe book thing was so damn cute and I love a claiming. YOU KNOW I LOVE A CLAIMING!
In fact, I love OffGun.
I love food based BL.
I adored seeing a reboot of "the infamous dragging". 
Tumblr media Tumblr media
But I don’t love anything else about this show. Sigh.
1000 Years Old ep 1 of 12 - Finally we get our gay vampire BL from Feel Good Bangkok. Stars Shane (My Engineer) and fresh face Opal, directed by Champ (2gether). It’s kind of odd but enjoyable. A group of teen UFO seekers find a vampire instead. Opal looks a bit like a mix between Newnu + Leo (VIXX) - so cute + edge. Also, nice to see Shane again on our screens after so long. 
Finally, I like the subtle (and sometimes not subtle) presence of ghosts permeating this show. Do the friends know she's there? Do they know she's dead? Is the existence of paranormal accepted but not that of aliens? Or are the two combined? Is this lazy writing or just fun world building? Who cares! It's enjoyable.
For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - the nail painting bit was very cutie queers and I've not seen it done in BL before, so that was nice. For some reason captions never dropped for me on this last episode, but it didn’t really matter. Not much happened and I understood everything anyway.
Tumblr media
Quick pitch?
From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night based on a y-novel, about a young man nursing a heartbreak who has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. This turned out to be a pulp that wasn’t half as good as it should have been and even less memorable, but not terrible. 5/10 DON'T BOTHER unless you're v bored
City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - Oh it is such a pulp: the acting is not good and the script is terrible. Of course, I’m mildly enjoying it. Very good dream kissing. There's something appealing about these main characters - I think it's the moot crushes. We rarely get to see that. These days everything feels very one sided, this... isn't.
Tumblr media
A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV) - Khonprot, a third-year hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks maybe a boy has a chance.
I tried but I can't get into my WeTV account anymore and I'm way too lazy to figure it out. I'll catch it grey if I can, since I've rebooted the bootlegging side of my BL life for Cherry Magic anyway.
So this show may stay in this section, or I may bump it down to "it's airing but..."
If anyone is watching it, let me know if it's good?
Tumblr media
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 7-8fin - Ugh it was GREAT, despite some pretty telling flaws. I ended up feeling like some of the filming was amateurish (very overworked low angles - director's first feature, I assume), and the narrative is a little disjoined and on the nose, AND the subs are clumsy (which I don't expect from KBL) BUT I still loved it. (FYI - I wouldn't be so harsh on a BL for this kinda thing except one from Korea.)
Quick pitch:
This isekai-based KBL is about a man who must win a game by convincing a reserved teen outcast to fall in love with him. Of course, that teen represents himself and his own unhappiness. Like many queer narratives, this show is actually about self worth, trust, and found family, and it is VERY on the nose. But I don’t expect subtlety from my BL and I enjoyed it's truly lovely redemption arc and earnest performances. While I found the narrative a touch disjointed with overworked filming angles and poorer than average captions, this is certainly much better than early KBL in terms of consistency of tone, script, and immersion. Highly rewatchable and charming, which counts for a lot. 9/10
Trigger warning for suicide depicted.
Tumblr media
Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Gosh, it’s so lovely. But I do just constantly want to give them both hugs. 
AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Oh look, Taiwan has created yet another BL where I spend most of the time watching it grinning like an idiot. Surprise surprise. The pet name thing was fucking adorable. Also Taiwan once more proving they come by their "kings of kissing" title honestly. I mean to say. In a week of good kisses this one was just... WOW.
On the other hand, some of the underpinning themes are starting to v worry me (ownership, consent, age), and we only just got started, and I don't trust this production company so... I have concerns.
But also... YAY KISSES!
(I'm made of weak moral fiber.)
Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - Like many other shows on this list. I just enjoy it the most when the two leads are on screen together. So this episode was kind of lacking because they were apart for most of it. I also am starting to agree with the tone of the plot, that maybe they ARE better off as friends not lovers. (And I'm sure I'm not supposed to want that.) Oh Japan, must you?
My Strawberry Film (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 8 - Oh it’s good. In the arthouse lane so don’t expect sweetness & light or an HEA. If there’s no cartoon aspect to a JBL, there’s usually no joy. But it is certainly good. Teens uncover some old film and a mystery around a pretty girl. The background music is wildly annoying (and rarely in the background). 
Tumblr media
It's Done
What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.
The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam, it's on YouTube. I will give it a try when I have a window of time.
Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch.
7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) - Gave me Luminous Solution vibes have decided not to watch.
Tumblr media
It's Airing But...
Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - rumors are it's interesting. I'm waiting to know how it ends.
Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.
Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.
Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.
Next Week Looks Like This:
Tumblr media
2/24 Unknown (Taiwan Youku) 12 eps - Older brother tough guy breadwinner looks after his sister and defacto adopted little brother. Little bother falls in love with him and is sent away after a stolen kiss. But when he comes back…
Sam Lin has a cameo so even if I wasn't already excited, I'm in. We should be on our guard though, Taiwan will occasionally go edgy, dark, and sad... this could go there.
One assumes GMMTV is filling in the BL time slot with something queer on their YT Channel after Cooking Crush ends, they gonna lose subs if they don't. But I've not been paying attention to the chatter so I don't know which of their line-up it will be. I think G4 are filming/off radar now, and Earth is in that het noona thing? Plus they gotta sort out the IP for MIx-Up and Ossen. So it won't be one of the announced adaptations. They'll hold My Golden Blood for the high season, so I think it'll be one of the lesser known lead-outs. Wandee or Only Boo maybe? But they only just started filming those. Are we getting our long awaited GL? Anything else left from 2023 that I forgot about?
Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.
THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS
Two crawling kisses from Thailand this week. Now this is a fetish I didn't know I had. Turns out, we love this one! (*waves hand in air* I speak for all of us now.)
Tumblr media
Cooking Crush
Tumblr media
City of Stars
Tumblr media
Possibly the best tsundere to cinnamon roll pivot we've had in a long time.
Tumblr media
Also the best asshole to KING pivot. Could we have a whole drama staring this character now? Please?
Tumblr media
And finally our sunshine learning to love himself.
SIGH. what a lovely show.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
And a good SMILEY kiss from a KBL.
Tumblr media
And then some cute cuddles? Korea is spoiling me these days. I'm catching expectations now. What's next? Japan learns to kiss in their light BLs? Ha! I kill me.
(All Love for Love's Sake).
(Last week)
150 notes · View notes
lovingseventeen · 1 year
Text
is seventeen good at taking your picture? *ੈ✩‧₊˚
a/n: this is kinda random but wholesome lol 
Tumblr media
seungcheol:
✿ “ah, you’re pretty”
✿ it just sort of comes out, really. he was taking a couple pictures but he puts your phone down for a second just to look at you
✿ he giggles when you start blushing (the pictures end up being the kind thats a little blurry bc you moved when he got you blushy, but its still aesthetically pleasing)
jeonghan: 
✿ he tries to prank you by showing you that he actually took a (very cute and giggly) selfie while you were posing (this selfie becomes your lock screen eventually)
✿ when he sees you scoff he does his specific “hahaha” laugh (y’all know what i mean) 
✿ but just as you’re about to smack his arm he swipes left and he actually took a couple good pictures 
joshua: 
✿ i feel like he’s the kind to be pretty diligent with taking your picture 
✿ will direct how you pose (if you want him to help) to get the best possible picture 
✿ “mm maybe turn your chin this way just a little bit” he goes, even so far as to demonstrate with his own face
jun: 
✿ he really tries his best and they’re not totally bad 
✿ occasionally just crops your foot out weirdly or it’s not lined up the best 
✿ it may take another one or two tries but you’ll get there 
✿ will comment when you post that 1) you look pretty and 2) he took the picture (he’s proud)
hoshi: 
✿ takes a million pictures of you in rapid fashion and each of them are about 2% different from each other 
✿ may be a little bit hit or miss 
✿ will encourage a horanghae hand at some point 
✿ but even though he’s taking pictures kinda fast he will be patient and take more if you want him to 
wonwoo: 
✿ i feel like he’d take pictures of you from two angles at most and ngl, they ain’t bad 
✿ like somehow, he didn’t put that much thought into them but they’re pretty good???
woozi: 
✿ he may not take too many pictures but he puts a lot of care into the 7 he does take
✿ says little words under his breath, maybe quirks his head as he’s figuring out how to hold your phone
✿ “hmm maybe this isn’t right” *head tilt* “is it?”
dk: 
✿ may be a little bit overdramatic with the lunging to “make you look taller” 
✿ but best boy energy and he’s enthusiastic to help you !!
✿ will probably get a cute candid picture of you laughing over his antics
mingyu: 
✿ he’s probably taller than you but he will squat and/or break his back to get that good angle 
✿ also has a pretty artistic eye so i could assume that he’d get an interesting picture 
✿ he also did mention bringing his camera with him everywhere (in that one interview) so he’d probably be the kind of boyfriend that would take your picture without you knowing 
✿ honestly use his height and some funky lens to your advantage to get something editorial 
minghao: 
✿ another artsy boy hehe 
✿ very flexible will most definitely get pictures of you from so many angles 
✿ moves around you enough so you barey have to adjust 
✿ i feel like he’d help you filter your pictures too 
seungkwan: 
✿ who am i kidding, seungkwan will go to every extreme to get the perfect picture 
✿ ofc he knows all of your best angles 
✿ you may want to stop taking pictures but he will inSiSt he can do better 
✿ you think the pictures are fine already (he really did do so good) but he’s pointing to tell you to go back to pose 
vernon:
✿ the energy may not be through the roof but he’s still putting an effort trust
✿ if he doesn’t get what you want at first all you gotta do is demonstrate what you want
✿ really, just make him stand in your place and take a quick example
✿ “so i want you to take it like this, so you see this in the background too”
✿ “ah okay i see” he nods
✿ funniest part is the practice photo and he’s just standing in it like 🧍
dino: 
✿ also tries pretty hard
✿ he’s about to show you what he has so far before he grabs your phone back before you even see he screen
✿ “wait let me try again!”
✿ he gets excited when he feels like the pictures turned out well
✿ sneakily sends a couple photos to his own phone 🫶🏽
2K notes · View notes
pileofwords · 2 years
Text
live stream
pairing: s.coups x reader length: 1.2k genre: fluff summary: seungcheol is in the middle of an impromptu live stream when you, unaware, burst into his room and are caught on camera.
Tumblr media
You weren’t thinking of much when you headed to Seungcheol’s room and burst through the closed door.
His good morning text had been one telling you that you could come over after work and that had been, quite literally, the only thing that had gotten you through the rest of the day. The sole thoughts floating around your mind were of the food you’d brought over and how much you wanted to grab the boy in question so you could eat it together.
“Seungcheol, beloved, light of my life, world’s best boyfriend, I have– what?”
Seungcheol stared at you like a deer in headlights from his position sitting cross legged on his bed. His eyes flickered to the phone he had propped up against a couple of pillows, then to you; confused, you followed his gaze back to the phone. There was a beat of silence, then you slapped your hand over your mouth as your heart dropped very dramatically into your stomach.
“Oh no.”
Seungcheol looked like he was somewhere between wanting to swear and wanting to burst out laughing and couldn’t quite decide which direction to take.
“Oh no,” you repeated, slowly taking several steps backward, even though you weren’t visible on screen from this angle.  “Live?” He nodded, confirming what you were already certain of. Whatever poor soul was monitoring his live was probably having a complete breakdown; you just groaned. “Ah.” Over three years of sneaking around down the drain. You’d known this day would come eventually - it was inevitable - but you hadn’t exactly expected it’d be today when you woke up this morning.
From his spot on the bed, Seungcheol weighed his options. One quick glance at the screen showed comments coming in so fast they were nothing more than a blur. Even if they didn’t upload the replay, he knew there would be clips saved and some three hundred and seventy thousand people had just heard the exchange live – there wasn’t exactly a way to talk yourselves out of this one. And, honestly, he didn’t really want to.
So he looked at you.
He tilted his head in the direction of his phone. Wanna join?
You raised an eyebrow. Is that allowed?
A shrug. I don’t care.
A hesitant step forward. I dunno. You sure?
And he opened his arms, a smile finally blossoming over his face. “C’mere.”
You paused for a second longer until he wrinkled up his nose ever-so-slightly and wiggled his shoulders; you caved immediately, plopping down on the edge of his bed, just barely visible at the edge of his phone screen.
“Baaaaabe,” he whined and grabbed your arm, tugging on it until you obliged him and scooted closer; he wrapped his arms around you fully and rested his chin on your shoulder before smiling at his phone.
“Say hi.”
When you finally looked at your images on the screen, you started to pout. “No fair, you look way better than I do.”
“No I don’t!” 
“Cheol, I ran over here after my workout, I look like a trainwreck. I accidentally crashed your live and I look like a disaster, this is the worst possible first impression I could make.”
Seungcheol laughed, your favorite giggly ‘ha ha ha’ laugh, the one that filled you up and made you feel warm, and he squished his cheek against your shoulder. One hand slipped around to rest against the small of your back, drawing slow, deliberate circles there in reassurance.
“I think you’re the prettiest in the world.”
That’s all it took for your face to begin heating up, turning a splotchy red for all four hundred and eighty thousand viewers to see (when did so many more people show up?). 
“Carats, this is my partner.” There was an unmistakable note of pride in his voice that only made the red spilled over your cheeks darken. You hadn’t thought it possible, but the comments looked like they were coming in even faster than before and you went cross eyed trying to catch any words at all.
“We’ve been together for…a little over three years?”
You nodded in confirmation. “Yep!” You glanced back at the screen for a second. “I know you guys already know this, but he’s the best.” You watched a delightedly smug little smirk appear on his face and rolled your eyes. “But you have to stop telling him that or his ego’s just gonna explode and he’s gonna be totally insufferable.”
“Hey!” He whacked your arm playfully, the smirk replaced with a pout, and this time it was your turn to laugh.
“I'm teasing, you know I love you."
That’s all it took for his pout to be replaced with the widest grin and he gave your waist a gentle squeeze. “Love you most.”
“Ugh, gross, publicly declaring your love like five minutes after we tell people we’re dating.”
And he was laughing again, his smile so bright it was blinding, crumpling into you as he dissolved into giggles, which only made you laugh with him. There, in his arms, laughing until your sides hurt – that was home.
It took a minute or two for you both to settle down, but Seungcheol began to play with a strand of your hair once he did. “Babe, what’d you come in for in the first place?”
“Ah!” You sat up a little straighter, suddenly remembering the purpose of your mission, and turned your head, lowering your voice so it wasn’t picked up on the stream. “I brought your favorite for dinner because Shua told me you haven’t eaten yet. He wanted to do a movie night? You wanna?”
He nodded. “Mmm. Sounds good.”
You grinned. “I’ll go tell Shua and Jeonghan. Take your time!” You slid off the bed, rolling your eyes when Seungcheol grabbed your arm and tugged you back in to leave a quick kiss on your cheek. You stuck your tongue out at him playfully before disappearing into the hallway, pulling his door shut behind you.
Seungcheol waited until he was sure you were out of earshot before he turned his attention back to his phone. “Carats,” he started, his tone carrying just a hint of warning, “be nice to them.”
The comments hadn’t slowed down since you walked in the room, but he caught a lot of heart emojis, “so cute!!”s, and general statements of affirmation.
“They mean a lot to me, so you have to be nice, okay?” He waited a minute, pushing his hair up and out of his face, only for it to fall right back into place. “I know you will be, but I just wanted to say it anyway. I’m gonna go eat dinner now. Everyone have a good night, sleep well.” He brought his hand up in front of his face to wave at the camera. “Bye bye!” And he ended the live, leaving his phone there, propped up against the pillows, as he ambled off to find you.
Later that night, he posted one picture on weverse; him smiling at the camera with you pressed up against his shoulder, fast asleep, face obscured by shadows. His fingers hovered over the screen for a second before he edited the post, adding a caption.
our own heaven 😊❤️
1K notes · View notes
beachylupin · 7 months
Note
hiya darling i saw your requests open and i just love love loved "i'd have you anytime" so i wanted to request a lil smth
Basically remus x artist reader....
I like to really draw the people i like (love) so my sketchbook is just filled with people whom i sometimes have a crush on or friends or family.
So i was thinkin, mutual pining where reader basically isn't very close to the marauders per say but knows them, acquaintances.
So reader draws a lot and i mean a LOT of remus in her sketchbook, like almost as if the sketchbook is made for him.
And one of the marauders (defo sirius) discovers this and obv tells remus and it's a whole fiasco but please end it w fluff?
Oh and ofc remus really likes reader aswell but just yk never says anything...
So yea thanks love :) i love the wya you write <33
listen, you've inspired me so much that i wrote this in a day. talk about a great turn around rate, eh? ;-D i really, really hope you enjoy this!! it's really just gushy word vomit on a screen <3 word count: 3k warnings: quickly edited, swearing, pining, fluffy, missing a private journal is stressful, happy ending!!
Tumblr media
Sketched Out || Remus Lupin x Fem!Artist!Reader
You didn’t mean for it to end up like this. You caught a glimpse of him on the train at the beginning, and he had occupied your thoughts since.
Sure, you had known him and been in classes for years, but he had changed since you last saw him. Last year, he was tall and lanky, but now he was tall, lanky, and a wee bit broader, filling out his grandpa sweaters better. His buzz cut had grown out, revealing sandy brown curls. Who knew Remus Lupin had curls?
Daily, you watched Remus Lupin from the Hufflepuff table, busily drawing what you saw. In the classes you shared, you secretly sat behind him to draw just the back of his head, figuring out why his hair curled like that. Instead of taking notes, you drew. When you sat across from him, you’d find yourself distracted by the way he looked, paying more attention to him than to any old teacher.
New scars, patterned sweaters with messy robes, and smile lines from laughing at whatever stupid things James and Sirius were on about filled your pages.
By mid-October, at least fifty pages of your sketchbook was just him.
It was like your dirty little secret hidden under yellow leather.
Head down, you followed the group of Gryffindors down the corridor, your books laying haphazardly in your arms, when someone was shoved, flying into you.
“Oh!” You exclaimed, books and notebooks going flying in all directions.
“Sorry, love!” Sirius exclaimed, scrambling to pick your things up. “Didn’t mean to check ya!”
“It’s alright,” you mumbled, collecting the scatter of books, notebooks, quills, and firecrackers that had spilled from Sirius’ hands.
In the mix of the crowd rushing to classes, you exchanged the books and notebooks with Sirius.
“Hey, thanks!” He said, smiling brightly as he shoved the firecrackers in his pocket. “I’m happy these didn’t go off.”
You smiled tightly and nodded. “No problem,” you mumbled, getting shoved into him by someone passing by.
He steadied you then shouted, “Hey!” after them, throwing up a lewd gesture. “Are you alright?”
You nodded, smiling briefly.
“Good,” he said, checking his pocket watch. “Shit, I’m late.” He snapped the watch closed before taking off. “I’m sorry again!” He called to you over shoulder, running into yet another person. “Sorry!”
You smiled a tight lipped smile before walking away briskly to get to your class across the castle.
Potions was in the dungeons, and you slid your usual seat behind Remus, who was already there and sitting next to Peter, just in time, the door closing with a thud.
Glancing up at the back of his head, you sighed. His hood was wonky, and his hair had grown since you last drew him at this angle. You rifled through your things, searching for your sketchbook.
But it was missing.
“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, tucking your hair behind your ears.
You checked the books again, hoping you had just misplaced it in the stack. You checked under the table, seeing nothing except a lost boomslang skin.
You sighed, trying to calm yourself. Maybe you had left it in your dorm room and forgot? That couldn’t be. You had all your books, including your sketchbook, at the house table before class. 
You opened your potions book. The color drained from your face.
Sirius Orion Black, 1977 was scrawled on the front page along with the rest of the people who had checked out the classroom copy of this book.
Sirius had your potions book, and you knew for certain he had your sketchbook.
Feeling woozy, you let your head hit the table.
Sirius had your sketchbook filled with drawings of his best friend.
You thought you were going to throw up, a leaden feeling filling your belly. Squeezing your tear-pricked eyes shut, you lifted your head with your hands on your face.
“Hey, are you alright?” A muffled voice asked, and you peeked behind your fingers, staring your muse right in the face. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”
“Or cry,” Peter said, but you didn’t pay any attention to him.
“‘M fine,” you mumbled, taking your hands from your face to get the full picture of him.
Remus, his brown eyes full of worry, was staring at you, and all you wanted to do was take a mental snapshot so that you could sketch it when you got your sketchbook back. 
If you got your sketchbook back.
“Did you forget your quill?” He asked, glancing at the table. “We’re revising today.”
You swallowed thickly, glancing at the table as well, no quill to be found. You nodded, looking back at him to find him already staring.
“I have extras,” he said, turning from you to reach in his bag. He grabbed one, as well as an ink pot, handing them to you. “Here.”
Your hand shook as you took it, smiling tightly. “Thank you,” you mumbled.
Remus’ gaze stayed on your hand, his brow furrowing again. “Are you sure you’re alright?” You nodded, staring down at your book. “Did you forget parchment?”
“No, I’m fine,” you lied. You thought your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. Trying to play it cool, you huffed, rolling your eyes. “Just revisions, you know?” 
“You always do just fine,” Remus said, smiling. It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. How would he know that? “I’ve seen the grades you get on them. I mean, you got an outstanding on your garrotting gas revision.”
You shrugged as soon as Professor Slughorn stood in front of the class. He called attention, and Remus threw you one last reassuring smile before turning around.
The class period went by slowly, and without your sketchbook, you actually had to try and take notes. But you couldn’t. Your sketchbook was quite literally in the hands of your worst nightmare: the most curious person you knew.
You knew well that curious minds stuck together and always thought alike.
You burst into the corridor after class was over, desperately looking for Sirius. You knew he just had to be coming back this way. You knew him well enough to know that he had quidditch practice next, just like James, who had been wearing his seeker robes all day.
You spotted him, hopping on one foot and fixing his knee pad as he walked next to said seeker.
“Hi,” you said shakily as you approached him. “I accidentally took your potions book-”
Sirius dropped his foot, a surprised look gracing his face. “I was wondering why mine had drawings in the margins!” 
You took a deep breath, gnawing on your lip slightly before hurriedly saying, “Did you happen to take anything of mine?”
“Sorry?” he asked as if he couldn’t hear you.
You swallowed, trying again. “I-It has a dark yellow cover? Leather. First page is blank.” Intentionally, you thought to yourself. You held up your hands. “About this big?”
He exchanged a look with James then shook his head. “Didn’t see it. I can check my books when I get back to my dorm, though.”
You sighed shakily. “O-okay,” you said, sighing again. “If you find it-”
“I’m sure I’ll bump into you again,” Sirius said, nudging you. You didn’t react, so he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’ll get it back to you.”
“Thank you,” you said pointedly, glancing at James before walking away.
The whole situation sketched you out, and all you could do was hope they didn’t look at it.
“I wonder if she’s any good,” Sirius said, sitting criss-crossed on his bed, staring at the sketchbook. “She seemed… protective.”
“We could always take just a peek,” James suggested. His bed was pulled right against Sirius’ as he was laid on his stomach, heels of his hands supporting his head. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”
“I’ll look,” Peter offered. His bed was on the opposite side, but he laid on his side, eyeing the book. “I’ve always wondered what that book is. She never puts it down in potions.”
“We’re not opening it,” Remus sighed, not taking his eyes off the page of his book. “That’s fucked up. It’s like a private journal.”
“Full of drawings,” Sirius stated, crossing his arms. “It’s different.”
“It’s not any different.” Remus dropped his book, huffing as he sat up, “Would you like it if she read through your journals and rifled through your sketchbooks?”
“Well, no, actually,” James answered for Sirius, sitting up. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”
“That’s because all it says is, ‘Lily, Lily, Lily. Why doesn’t Lily love me?’” Remus caught the pillow thrown at his face, throwing it back at James. “Am I wrong?”
“It’s all it says,” Peter said, shielding his face from another one of James’ pillows. “I’ve read it,” he mouthed, but James saw.
“Hey!” He gasped, throwing yet another pillow.
“Give it here,” Remus said, getting up to cross the room. Sirius grabbed it off his bed, holding it to his chest.
“No,” he said immaturely, as if he was a little brother. “I don’t think I will.”
“Seriously, mate,” Remus said, his hand outstretched as soon as he stood at the foot of the bed. “Come on.”
“You’d want to look through someone else’s things,” Sirius said, angling his body away from Remus. “You just don’t want us to look at it because you like her.”
“So what if I do?” Remus shrugged, not caring about his obvious crush. “It’s not right.”
“What if you’re in there?” James asked, his eyebrows raising. “What then?”
His eyebrows furrowed to badly hide his flushing cheeks. “I wouldn’t be-”
The three boys guawaffed loudly. 
“Are you kidding me?!” Peter called, sitting straight up. “Mate.”
“Don’t be stupid, Remus,” Sirius groaned, throwing the sketchbook on the bed. “She never stops looking at you.”
Remus’ heart beat loudly in his ears. “Really?” This was news to him.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” James asked rhetorically, grabbing the sketchbook from where it bounced to him. He began thumbing through the pages absentmindedly. “She’s looking at you almost as much as you’re looking at her…” His voice trailed off as he slid his glasses off to the top of his head.
“James-” Remus warned, reaching to grab the sketchbook.
“No, hold on a minute,” James said, slapping his hand away as he showed Sirius. Peter peeked over Sirius’ shoulder, taking a look. The three looked at him in unison, glancing at the sketchbook then at him again.
“What?!” Remus asked, reaching for the sketchbook again, but Sirius grabbed it, looking at it closer.
“It’s you,” Sirius said, meeting his friend’s eyes.
“What?” Remus asked, feeling his heartbeat go quiet. For all he knew it could’ve stopped.
“It’s you!” Peter said, snatching the sketchbook from Sirius and shoving it toward Remus. “She even got the scar on your nose just right.”
James slid his glasses over his eyes as Remus took the sketchbook, his eyes wide.
“Did you know you have a mole on your cheek?” He asked, poking at his own. “Right there? She got that too.”
Remus stared in awe at the drawing in front of him. There was no denying that it was a sketch of him, in all his broody likeness. He was standing in the aisle of the train, leaning against a frame of a cabin door. His arms were crossed over his sweater clad chest, pushed slightly up due to the still-hot September sun.
He could remember that moment. James was on the lookout for Lily, so he dragged Remus into the aisle, wanting someone else to help watch. Remus stood across from him, a scowl ever present on his face. He just wanted to sit after the change two days ago, but instead he stood, hoping Lily would pass sooner rather than later.
As he looked, he saw you sitting, just in the cabin behind James’ left side. You looked like you were reading a book, your head leaning up against the window. He smiled to himself, admiring how you were still in your “muggle” clothes. You glanced at him, but Remus was sure to look away in time, readjusting his scowl and ignoring how the tips of his ears burned red.
Remus shook the memory from his head and quickly shut the sketchbook, holding it out to Sirius. “You better give it back to her.”
Sirius scoffed, taking it. He thumbed through the pages and scoffed again. He stood on his knees at the edge of his bed, pushing it into Remus’ chest. “I think you should give it back to her. You’re in every damn picture.”
Remus’ eyes widened as he took it back, opening it again. He turned each page carefully, his face turning redder and redder the further he went on.
“I thought you said it was fucked up to look through people’s things?” It was James’ turn to be a little brother. Remus threw him a glare.
“Shut up,” he grumbled, shutting the sketchbook. He held it up. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Give it back to her?” Peter suggested, earning a middle finger.
“Give it back to her and tell her you like her,” James suggested earnestly. Remus sighed, staring at the cover of the book. “Your journal is full of her, mate. We all know-”
“James!” Remus shouted as Peter snickered.
“Look,” Sirius said, finally getting off his bed. He clapped an arm around Remus’ shoulder. “She obviously likes you, and you obviously like her. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
“Yeah,” Remus mumbled. He slipped the sketchbook in his pocket. “Yeah, cheers.”
Sirius got back on his bed as Remus turned his back, walking back towards his bed. He paused, turning around slightly.
“Don’t say anything,” he said, enunciating every word as he specifically made sure to catch each of their eyes. “Please.”
Sirius dramatically put a fist of his heart. “Marauder’s honor.” The other two nodded in agreement.
“Thank you,” Remus said pointedly then turned around, climbing into his bed and shutting the curtains.
You stayed awake all night, staring at the ceiling.
If the boys had gone through it, which you knew they most definitely had, you were never going to live it down. Any semblance of a so-called friendship would be gone.
Worst of all, they were going to make fun of you.
And the self-coined Marauders didn’t take poking fun lightly.
You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing to just disappear.
Remus hardly slept either, staring at the curtain of his bed all night long. The snoring was evident that everyone else had slept except for him.
He had to talk to you today. He had to give the sketchbook back to you. Whether or not he’d say anything about the contents? He hadn’t decided. The idea of it made his palms sweat.
Remus got up long before anyone else in his room did, wanting to avoid any of the boyish hazing he would’ve gotten otherwise. Feeling bold, he got dressed and started his way down to the Hufflepuff barrels to meet you right away.
This was a pressing matter he had to get out of the way instantly.
You rubbed your eyes, yawning as you climbed out of the barrel holes, your hair braided half-heartedly. You looked like a mess, your face pale and your eyebags dark.
“Hey!” Remus called your name, emerging from the corner of the walled off corridor. You turned to face him, suddenly not feeling tired anymore. “I have this for you!”
Your heart dropped. Your sketchbook.
You took two giant steps toward him and grabbed the sketchbook, your eyes wide as you seemingly turned paler. You clutched it to your chest, mumbling, “Thanks.”
Remus cleared his throat as his cheeks tinged pink. “You’re really good at drawing,” he said.
The woozy feeling came back. “You saw?”
He nodded, his bottom lip between his teeth.
“I’m so sorry,” you burst out, trying to hand Remus the sketchbook. “You can burn it, alright? Or just- just destroy all the drawings or whatever you want. I don’t need it anymore, okay? I’m sorry. It was weird, I- I know, but I’m really-”
“No! I’m sorry!” Remus said, his hand meeting your shoulder with a gentle squeeze. “Don’t do that. They’re really well done.”
“What?” You asked breathily, the color rejoining your face in a tomato-y bloom.
“You got the likeness of me down pat,” he said, smiling. Honestly smiling.
“What?”
He quirked an eyebrow, taking the sketchbook from your hand. He opened up to one as if he memorized the page it was on.
It was one of your favorites. 
Both you and Remus happened to be in the same class for Astrology. It was night, and he was staring at the sky, ignoring everything that Professor Adair was saying. You were also ignoring everything the professor was saying, sketching Remus’ profile instead.
“This looks like me,” he said, handing you the book as he pointed. “My hair, my nose, my mouth. I honestly don’t know how you captured me like that.”
He was being too kind. Your heart dropped as you took it away, clutching it to your chest again.
“Are you making fun of me?” You asked earnestly.
“What? No! Oh my god, no! I’m being- I’m flattered!” Your expression still looked pained. He sighed, backing away slightly, still smiling. “Do you want to come to Honeydukes with me this weekend?”
“What?” You asked, causing Remus’ smile to grow.
“I think you need your ears cleaned out,” he teased, handing the sketchbook back to you. “Honeydukes? This weekend? I think it’d be fun if you and I went.”
“Are you being serious?” You asked, taken aback.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” he asked, smiling as he shook his head. “Please? It’d be fun! You can read my journal as payback.”
“I’ll go,” You said, a shy smile appearing. “I don’t need to read your journal though.”
“Why not?” Remus shrugged. “It’s all about you anyway.”
“Oh.”
351 notes · View notes
leounderthemoon · 2 months
Text
A rant and theory
It’s really long, but I think I make some valid points.
Supernatural was on for 15 years. There have been interactions with the cast, some crew, some producers, directors, writers, etc. due to the ongoing conventions and the existence of social media. Writers will talk about changes to scripts, actors will talk about filming, directors will talk about why they chose a certain angle.
Given that most of the fans/stans do not personally know any of the people involved or personally know anything about the things that are/aren’t going on, it’s weird the way some fans/stans speak so confidently about what happened with SPN behind-the-scenes, production, writing, casting, you name it! 
Especially when it comes to PrequelGate. People will state with their whole chest, that their version of events is absolutely correct. One J is an asshole, and one J is an innocent baby. Which J is which depends on who is talking. It can be either or both. The only thing that all fans who have theories have in common is that there is a definite good guy and a bad guy.
But the Js are still friends. They say they got over it and forgave. Since no one has given any details, I thought I’d join the bandwagon and come up with a theory of my own. One where there is no good guy/bad guy. So here goes.
I fully believe that the story of The Winchesters was not meant to be an AU. It was supposed to take place between 15.19 and 15.20, with Dean and Sam finding out about their parents.  They had to switch it to the AU version because of the leak, a new timetable, and the fact that Jared was no longer available. There is also a recent podcast (I don't have a link) where a writer from The Winchesters said that Robbie Thompson, the writer and show runner for The Winchesters, kind of knew that they were only going to get 1 season because of all the mergers/sales of the networks and studios.
Robbie Thompson said in an interview (https://tvline.com/news/the-winchesters-recap-season-1-finale-dean-heaven-multiverse-jensen-ackles-1234942742/)  “There was the spot that takes place in between Episodes 19 and 20, when what happens to Dean happens to Dean… So there was an opportunity to tell stories there, but that just didn’t work for me because we wouldn’t have access to Sam in that way, in a way that we could easily explain or at least emotionally explain, and that just didn’t feel like it was a story that certainly I wanted to tell and none of us did.” (Underlining mine) They wouldn’t have access to Sam because Jared could not be involved. Not because no one wanted him, but because he just couldn’t.
The reason I believe this is because of the following.
It starts with Virtual Con (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADYwrZ787a0) held in March 2021. In the video, the question about Chaos Machine projects starts at around 23 minutes. Watch Jared’s face throughout Jensen’s whole answer. He’s nodding along, looking at his screen, and not even showing the slightest surprise in what Jensen is saying. He doesn’t because he already knows. To me, that is the face of someone who already knows what the other person is talking about. Jared already knows which projects Jensen is working on. He knows which alum he is talking about. So he just sits there and lets Jensen answer.  His quip at the end that he will also be acting in it is just that, a quip for the fans.  Because (supposedly) he is bound by a 5-year contract to CBS. He can not legally get involved in Jensen’s project with WB. He can acknowledge that he knows about it, but he has to show that he is absolutely not involved. 
Next is the announcement of The Winchesters in June 2021 by Deadline. There were tweets by Jared that said he was upset that he didn’t know about it and that he wasn’t involved. There was also a tweet directed at Robbie Thompson calling him a back stabber that was later deleted. And, silence from Jensen, because he was unable to come online and address anything because he was on set in Canada. 
Things were set in motion that were not meant to be put in motion for a while. I don’t think Chaos Machine was ready to start casting/filming yet. I think Jensen and Jared were trying to make it work with CBS so that Jared could be involved in the prequel. But those talks weren’t finished, or possibly even started yet. But the leak by Deadline, the WB/Discovery merger, and Mark Pedowitz leaving, combined to put pressure to do the show sooner, while Pedowitz was still in charge. If they waited, then nothing might come of Chaos Machine’s deal with WB once the new owners came in. Maybe they were waiting for Jensen to finish shooting The Boys to get together and talk about all this, but they still hadn't.
And this is what Jared was upset about. He thought there was time before the show would start, so was surprised that it was announced without him knowing. It also explains why he thought Robbie Thompson back-stabbed him. Because he was going to be a part of this show, and now he couldn’t. He couldn’t even say he had been part of the development from the beginning because it would be against his contract with CBS. He can’t even say wants to be a part of it now, because again, it would be against his contract with CBS. He’s upset, because he hasn’t had any communication from Jensen about this going through, and Jensen was also unreachable. So he vented online a little.
Once this narrative that Jared was never involved, and would not appear in it, spread, all of them had to run with it. Jensen apologized for not telling Jared. He said he was superstitious. He wanted to tell Jared, but he didn’t have his phone. That he was on set. That Jared couldn’t participate because he was busy. Etc. etc.
But, when Jared spoke with Jensen, and was (possibly) made aware that the news came out because it was leaked, and that they didn’t have time to clue Jared in, and (possibly) they were thinking of doing the show sooner because of WB, Pedowitz, Zaslav, etc., and that they were still in a holding phase, Jared forgave Jensen.
All of the above explains the inconsistencies and “lies” and “tantrums” and finally the forgiveness, and moving on. 
I choose to believe that neither Jared nor Jensen are entitled assholes. They do not owe the fans any BTS details.
I’m sure people can tear this apart, but their theories don’t hold up either. 
84 notes · View notes
xsapphirescrollsx · 7 months
Text
D*ck pic Steve Rogers
Written: 2020 I think, lol.
Dark! Steve Rogers x Black!Reader
Anyways this was based on a post I reblogged! Remember this one @titty-teetee?
Anonymous asked:
Now I wanna know what dick pic Steve is planning to do? Don’t leave me hanging please! *grabby hands*
Tumblr media
“See you in a little bit ;)”
You handed the phone over to your roommate and waited for shock to spread across her features. What should have been an appropriate reaction to the Captain America texting a picture of his penis to you a week ago, and then following it up with such a vague message, instead the woman began to chuckle.
“It’s a fuckin’ joke, okay?” Your roommate began to thumb through your phone. 
“--But let me see it one more time…”
You grabbed the rag and began to wipe off the kitchen counter in a huff. “That’s not the point!” you yelled. “I don’t want to see his dick, the man’s a fucking jerk.”
Silence swelled between the space, turning back to your roommate she was staring at your phone. Slowly, tilting her head along with the phone. 
“Damn.” she said. “If that really is his dick, “ she pointed at the screen, her head turned in your direction but her eyes remained glued to the screen. “I mean...if this giant pecker right here really is Steve Rogers ---” she sucked at her teeth.
“Then you’re in trouble.” The roommate didn’t even try to contain the giggles. “It’s been what - two years?” 
You snatched the phone out of her hand. “Fuck off.”
“Okay, alright. Well...I’m going out.” The roommate picked her purse off the counter, gave her hair a final check at the mirror opposite the island counter. “Don’t wait up.”
“I never do.” you didn’t even bother to turn around. 
The door slammed behind you while putting away the last of the dishes you cleaned after dinner. A minute passed, and then maybe five more when the door knob twisted. It was a familiar sound met with an eye roll that your roommate most likely forgot something on her way out. Armed with sharp words, even more piercing cutdowns about her vapid mind you jerked the door open. 
“You dumb biii-” Your voice died like some balloon having the air let out at an agonizing pace.
“That’s no way to address a guest Miss.”
You blinked a few times. Steve Rogers stood on the other side of your threshold looking like the man you had seen so many times on your television screen, the papers, magazines...and your phone. Perfect blonde hair combed back, up and away from his face made for the striking angle that his beard brought out along his jaw. His eyes, different, somehow colder than you could have imagined glared back at you. 
Steve stepped forward, pushed his way past the door. His commanding, straight edge presence made your resolve crumble back out of his way from the door. 
He couldn’t help but grin as the fear began to pool in your eyes.
“I told ya,” he said as he stopped a few inches in front of you. “That picture was for you.”
With a few fingers on the knob he slammed it shut behind him. “Shame you couldn’t believe me.”
“How was I supposed to know?” you tried to speak up, gain some perspective on the situation but it didn’t help that Steve was now advancing once again. “We were in a forum with fifteen other people. It was for volunteer work! As far as I could tell you were just another perv who scooped up my information.”
You bumped up against the counter, Steve kept walking until he was within a few inches of your body. 
“What do you want?” 
Steve let your question linger in the air long enough to see the first trembling shakes in the tips of your fingers.
“Get on your knees.” he said, he moved so fast you flinched. Steve began to unbutton his jeans right there in front of you. “I think you should get a closer look. Maybe you would appreciate what you are about to receive.”
“No way.”
Steve snatched you by the jaw. “And you’re gunna swallow what I give you.” With his other hand he pushed down to kneel. He swiveled his hand underneath your chin and jaw as he worked with the zipper of his jeans.
“Since I saw you, “ he shoved his jeans down to his thighs. “I’ve thought about nothing but you.”
You didn’t want to look, and you tried. Your eyes stared up at his nose, his lips, chin anything but the long, thick member currently being rubbed on from your peripheral. 
Your heart beat drowned out his voice a bit, but not as much as you wanted. “So fuckin’ sweet.” Steve whispered, he squeezed your jaw hard forcing you to open your mouth and the second it did he stuck two fingers through your lips, over your tongue and down your throat. 
The first wretch was hard, felt like it was going to cave in your chest. “Good…” Steve said in a pleased hush. “It’ll be me that gets to break this throat in then.”
Steve kept thrusting his fingers, with every gag more saliva gathered. “And after this I’ll plant some seeds, what’dya say?”
“Remember you said you always wanted to be a mother?”
Your mind fell back to the passive remarks said over an open forum. It was a slip really, you were trying to make a fellow volunteer feel better. You tried to shake your head away from him but he kept your jaw there even when you pushed back on his thighs.
Steve pulled his fingers out of your throat and smacked you hard across the face with his wet hand. “Do you want your hands tied?” he shouted in your face.
And when you started to cry Steve stepped back up, he shoved your hands off his thighs, he grabbed both sides of your face and brought your lips to the tip of his cock. 
“You’re a hero…” you said before Steve pushed the thick head past your lips. Stretching the corners of your mouth around the girth of his flesh. 
“That’s right sweetheart,” his voice shuddered at the sensation of soft skin at the back of your throat. And when your eyes rolled back, the hair stood up at the nape of his neck and Steve nearly fell apart right then and there. But he calmed himself and tilted his head back while closing his eyes as he began to bob your head back and forth. 
A moan deep in his belly crawled up the back of his throat in a groan. 
“I’m your hero, aren’t I, honey?” he whimpered. “A strong man just for you…”
Steve pushed you down harder, thrusted in farther until he was over more than half way in your mouth. “A little woman just for me.”
Steve rolled his head back down and stared at the mess he was making around your mouth. “That’s it sweetheart.” He pushed more down into you. “Don’t--” your hands went back to his thighs as he continued. “Don’t push me off...it’s good for you.” he insisted.
“I’ll tie you up…” he grunted under another moan. Your hands slipped from his jeans, and balled them up in your tee shirt. 
“Good girl, now loosen that jaw….so tight.”
Reluctantly, you did as instructed. “Stick your tongue out, let Daddy feel your whole mouth.” he growled low. 
Still holding the sides of your face, Steve kept you there, gagging and struggling to breath beyond the warm, long cock stuffed in your mouth. 
For a moment, your eyes swirled back up to his. Steve was staring down at you, his mouth was open a bit, the corner started to pull into a wicked smile and your eyes went blurry. 
“I bet after today you won’t ever ignore another text from me again.”
169 notes · View notes
tgmsunmontue · 19 days
Text
More than movie magic... 4/?
Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries.
ONE TWO THREE
FOUR
                It’s an old mini-documentary, not one that was super popular but it’s centered around the working stunt artists of Hollywood and there’s Bradley Bradshaw looking about ten years younger and almost hotter, except Jake thinks he likes his laugh lines and more mature body. He realizes the fact that he’s familiar with Bradley Bradshaw’s body enough from sight alone to identify a possible time lapse confirms that he definitely has a problem. He knew that already, but he’d still sort of hoped it had maybe gone away.
                No such luck
                “What got you into doing stunt work?”
                “My dad was a stuntman, he was a bit of a daredevil and specialized in car racing and tricks. He was good.”
                “Ah, yes. He died during filming didn’t he?”
                “Yeah, about twenty years ago now. Car accident on set when the brakes failed.”
                Jake does a mental calculation, that would make it over thirty years ago now, so sometime in the mid to late 1980s and he wonders if he can find out more details of if he’s starting to maybe become a little too much like one of those obsessed fans who can’t identify reality from fantasy.
                “You were a child actor too…”
                “Oh god, please don’t tell me you have footage of that.”
                “We do, but it’s not exactly relevant to the subject were interviewing you about.”
                “Thank goodness for small mercies!” Bradley laughs, and it’s a little tinny through the speakers but it’s still gorgeous, Jake would love to have Bradley laugh with him like that. Fuck.
                “Well, how about you show us some of the work you’ve been doing recently? I’ve heard you’ve become something of a rock climbing expert?”
                “I don’t know if I’d use expert, but I’m okay.”
                Of course he’s modest about his skill, and Jake watches as Bradley climbs the wall, racing up so fast it might as well be a fucking horizontal surface. He repels down effortlessly and Jake wonders just what Bradley’s workout regime entails to stay flexible and as strong as he needs to be for the activities that he’s seen him partake in.
                “So if people wanted to get into stunt work where would they go?”
                “There are schools for it, and workshops and plenty of training opportunities. Staying fit, strong and flexible is all important, but you also need to know choreography and rolls and falls, and then there’s the camera angles. It’s quite involved at the end of the day, but it’s a job I love.”
                The interviewer is then talking to someone else and he shut the window and despite it being against his better judgement he searches out Bradley Bradshaw’s father’s death and winces at the fact that he was only three when he died. Married to Carole Clarke and holy shit, Oscar award winner and silver-screen beauty and also somehow Bradley Bradshaw’s parent, although she died much too young… God. If he’d lost both his parents before he even turned ten he doesn’t know if he’d have survived to adulthood.
                Then he finds it, where Pete Mitchell fits in, best friends with Nick Bradshaw. He’s obviously been around Bradley Bradshaw as he grew up. Potentially even raised him if there was no other family, and he wonders if that is the case just how Pete Mitchell balanced raising a kid while also travelling the world directing films. Unless Bradley simply travelled with him of course, which is entirely plausible.
                He wants to see him again.
                It make no sense but it also doesn’t change the fact.
                He messages his agent and asks him to get Bradley Bradshaw’s number. Doesn’t specify why, doesn’t need to.
                The number sits in his phone unused.
…            …            …           
                Bradley reads through the contract, and he can’t help but frown, because there are clauses in here that are usually removed. His staff know that there are non-negotiables and the fact that they haven’t been removed could be simply human error, or it could be because they believe they don’t need to be removed. He doesn’t let people do their own stunt work unless they’re low risk, have sufficient training or experience in the activity. He rings Brigham in the office first, his skill at ability assessment the most crucial when drafting the contract.
                “Hey man, what’s up with the contract you just sent me?”
                “Ha! Knew you’d call me. I win the bet! Not even three hours!”
                “Brigham! Focus!”
                “Sorry. Just, this cowboy film, did you read who they’ve got starring in it?”
                Bradley ignores the little flip his stomach does and quickly flicks to the part which details the names of the actors and of course, of course, Jake Seresin’s name is there, staring at him in black and white and oh…
                “Jake Seresin, Javy Machado and Callie Bassett.”
                “Oh.”
                “Oh is right. So, no, we won’t need a stunt double for Seresin. He used to compete and is probably better than any of us. He knows what he’s doing around horses.”
                Oh boy does Bradley know what Jake can do around horses. He’s not worried about that at all. Brigham is still talking though and he forces himself to concentrate.
                “Though Machado and Bassett need doubles. Was thinking Rueben and Natasha, they’ve both worked with horses before.”
                “Yeah, they’d work. You’ve already gotten the backgrounds?”
                “Yep. Large working ranch, going to be a bit of legwork to get around it and scope it out, but they’re making every accommodation possible, definitely the easiest contract negotiations I’ve had in a while.”
                Huh.
                Interesting.
                “Seresin was always pushing for a more active role in the last film I worked on him with. Was there any push back about me having veto power?”
                “Nope, none at all. Don’t know why you’d use it though. He’s well suited to it, even sent a recent video of him riding and roping and doing fancy looking shit. However the other two are nowhere near as confident, in fact they’ve never even ridden a horse. So we’ve got that challenge ahead of us…”
                “Okay… well, you’re in charge of scheduling. Tell me when and where.”
                “You ever been to Texas?”
FIVE
42 notes · View notes
lemmetreatya · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
@pisspope
was already writing something for him before you sent this but now everyone say: “THANK YOU CAT! for getting us double ony content out of val!!” (not like im vibrating at an extraordinary pace bc of this or anything)
Postcard for the Road — Onyankopon x fem!Reader
Tumblr media
content: modern au, fluff, established relationships, afab reader, just really sweet idk idk
“Daddy, look! Another postcard came in the mail!”
“Whaaaat?”
Onyankopon wears an expression of false surprise as both of his daughters run up to your phone camera with small padding steps. If he was there in person, they would have easily been able to climb up into his lap — each one sat on either thigh.
Your oldest daughter — by three minutes — waves the card in front of her face.
“It says it’s addressed to us!”
“Open it then.” He says enthusiastically, his face popping in and out of the screen as he loosens his work tie and places his aviation pins onto the bedside desk.
As your daughter proceeds to twist and turn the envelope for its opening, the youngest twin says something in the back to you, complains along the lines about her sister hogging all the fun. In retaliation, you turn to your eldest.
“Baby, let your sister open it this time. You had your go with the last one.”
At your words, a stank face graces your eldest’s face.
“What?! No I didn’t!”
“Yes, you did.” Replies her sister.
“I sure didn’t!”
“Yes, you did.” Your youngest daughter snatches the postcard out of her older sister’s hand whilst her tone remains calm. “I’d remember because you opened the last one like a uneducated heathen and almost ripped it.”
The gasp of all gasps leaves your eldest’s throat. You even have to make a face to try and hide the fact that it was mildly funny.
“Ohh…” You stifled.
“No, I did not! Ma, tell her!” She now complains as she turns to you.
“Wait, heathen?” Onyankopon quickly pops into the frame. “Who taught you that?”
Momentarily ignoring her father’s question, your youngest carries on taunting her sister.
“I’m telling the truth though, you open them badly.”
In all truthfulness, your oldest wasn’t the neatest card opener, and she knew that for herself. But with no defence left she could only stamp her foot in rage and swing her arms in anger.
“That’s unfair! I want to open the postcard! I’m the one who got it through the letter box!”
A sigh leaves your throat as you continue holding your phone in your hands, your eyes glancing towards your husband who’s only mildly fading in and out of the camera.
With no one stopping her, your youngest continues to tease her older sister.
“You’re just proving my point. Only a heathen would use that excuse.” She snickers but this time you’re not laughing.
“Come on, girls. Stop that sorta talk—“ You try.
“Who taught you that word?!” Onyankopon asks more sternly from the phone again.
“Uncle Zeke taught me. Said I had to right to use it on annoying siblings.” Your youngest shrugs.
Seeing the slight gap of distraction, your oldest daughter attempts to snatch the envelope out of her sister’s hand.
“Give it to me!”
“Hey!—“
As the two girls tug the card between each other, you think to intervene. In mild annoyance, you swipe the card up from both your daughter’s hands.
“Okay, now nobodies opening shi—Jack! No bodies opening jack, give it to me.”
There’s mild bickering going on but you ignore it for the time being. Placing the phone onto your lap, you (neatly) open up the card for the girls before pushing it into their direction.
“There. Have.”
As you pick up the phone again, the girls eagerly hold the postcard between them. You switch the video call so that the camera was angled on the twins and Onyankopon was able to see their reactions.
“Who’s it from?”
He inquisitively asks and both girls shoot the camera deadpan looks.
“It’s definitely from you.” Your youngest drones. Your husband only continues to act surprised.
“What?! From me? I don’t know anything about no postcard.”
With their attention back onto the postcard, the girls inspect it from both sides. When they witness the glossy picture on the backside, squeals leave their throats.
“Oh my gosh! This is the place where you guys had your wedding and anniversary!” Your youngest exclaims.
Even you, who hadn’t much pendant for these postcards, raised your eyebrows. Quirking your head, you look below the flip side of the card and sure enough, they were right.
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s the Maldives.” You say matter-of-factly.
That seems to get the girls even more excited. With frantic searching, the twins converse on how they smartly figured out that the very personalised, scribbled and doodled-on photocard was from their father.
“Dad, it’s so from you. It’s literally got your handwriting.” Says your oldest.
“How’d you know what my handwriting looks like?” Onyankopon chuckles.
“I’d know because that’s how I write my E’s! I copied it from you.”
“And you always put ‘With all my love’ in them.” Adds your youngest.
“Really?”
Onyankopon’s voice sounds more in fatherly-awe at this point than anything but your daughters are too excited about the gift to notice.
“Yeah, I’ll prove it! Lemme go get my writing book and I’ll show you.”
“I’ll go get the other postcards from the fridge.”
The two of them shoot off in different directions, determined to prove their father right. You on the other hand look down at the phone with a knowing smile.
“Didn’t know you were taking a Boeing to the Maldives?” You honey.
Onyankopon’s full attention is on the screen, his shirt removed as he pushes himself back to get comfortable on top of the hotel bed.
“Sorry. Did I not mention it?” He smoothly quips and you have to pretend that you’re not swooned.
“Boy, you know you didn’t.”
Onyankopon laughs out loud — boisterous. Caught.
“I’ll take you there again someday.” He ponders. “Maybe relive a few memories who knows.”
“Relive a few, huh?”
You have to try and deduct the man’s implications of the promise, concerning that the last time you went to the Maldives, you left as two but then came back expecting two more.
Onyankopon is quiet for awhile but nonetheless smiling. With a shrug, his eyes glance pass the screen.
“We’ll see. Never hurts to make new memories.” He muses
147 notes · View notes
multismutsblog · 1 year
Text
Stiles x you pt 2
You’re lying in bed, reading a book when your phone buzzes on your night stand. You pick it up without looking, finishing the paragraph you’re reading before you swipe your thumb across the screen and drag your eyes over to it. It’s a text message from Stiles. You smile before even opening it up.
This one isn’t an accident ;)
Below his words is a picture, similar to the one he had accidentally sent you a couple of days ago. From the angle, it looks like he’s sitting up in bed with his pants and boxers off. In the center of the picture, his cock stands erect, a little drop of precum oozing out the tip. Your pussy immediately tightens and tingles.
Ever since the afternoon by the bleachers, you two haven’t gotten the proper amount of time to be alone and finish what you started. You also hadn’t told anyone you were together yet. Or messing around. Or whatever you were doing. Either way, when you were with the pack, there was no hand holding or kissing or anything. Suggestive smiles, sure, but nothing physical.
Having a little fun? You text him back, your hands moving quickly over the screen to reply. You keep staring at the picture, waiting for the little three dots to tell you he was answering.
Be more fun if you were here. You smile reading it.
Wish I could be. You want to say something more, but you’re not sure what. Thankfully, Stiles is quick with his reply.
Miss you. Can’t stop thinking about your mouth on me. You already know where this is going and take a moment slide your shorts down your legs.
Fantasizing about the hallway again? You start to gently cup and stroke your slit through your panties, feeling them start to dampen under your fingers.
Not tonight.
What’s on your mind tonight? You text him back, now using solely your left hand as your right slowly starts to pull your panties to the side.
Fucking you. You find it hot how direct he is. There’s something about him knowing what he wants so definitely that turns you on. You quickly aim your phone and take a picture of your fingers pulling at your panties teasingly.
You send it to him along with the message, Tell me about it.
It takes him a little while to respond. You keep watching the ellipses on your phone eagerly, imagining him fumbling to type out his messages because he can’t stop touching himself, his hand gliding over his hardened cock, squeezing it once in a while to keep himself in check. You run a finger over your wet folds and tease yourself. Your phone vibrates in your hands and sends a thrill of excitement through you.
God I want to touch you so bad. Run my hands over your body, feel you wrapped around my dick. I have to stop myself from getting hard every time I see you now. The other day I had to pull over to get myself off. Kept thinking about you driving by, seeing me, pulling me out of the jeep and bending over the hood telling me to fuck you.
You read it slowly, soaking in his words, bringing your hand up to circle your clit, sending pleasure sparking through you. You didn’t care if it was true or not. The idea of Stiles being so turned on he had to pull over on the side of the road, was sexy as fuck.
I’d tease you first. Push you up against the jeep and stroke you while I bite at your neck. Stroke you slow with just the tips of my fingers. Make you writhe.
Are you playing with yourself? You smile as you read it. How could you not be? You quickly slide off your panties and circle your clit one more time before sliding one finger inside your wet pussy. You extend your arm with your phone to get a decent shot for him.
Wish it was your hand instead. You send with the picture. You could just imagine what it would feel like, his long, nimble fingers dancing over your skin, pushing into you and curling just the right way.
Stiles sends you back another picture of his own. His hand wrapped around his dick, thumb brushing the head. He looks long and thick and you can remember the way it felt in your mouth, the way it filled you up and slid down your throat. God, you want to feel that pumping into your pussy.
Fuck you look hot. You tell him, slowly fucking yourself with your finger and wishing you could watch him stroke himself.
How long would you tease me before letting me have you? It takes you a moment to type out your answer.
Not long. Wouldn’t be able to wait. I’d lean over the hood, pull you behind me and take off my pants. I’d reach between my legs and guide your dick into my aching pussy. Fuck, you’d feel so good. You close your eyes and add another finger. You can just picture him, his hands on your hips, thrusting his hips against yours, the way he would moan. You want it so bad.
I’d fuck you hard. Slam my cock deep into you. You feel so tight and hot, squeezing as I pound you into the hood. Run my hands over you, pinch your nipples, play with your clit. You’re breathing is getting heavy and ragged as your finger yourself. A second text comes through. I’m so hard right now.
You have no idea how wet I am. I’ve got my fingers in my pussy, fucking myself, wishing it was you.
I’m stroking myself, hand feels good. Getting close. The fact that it’s short makes you picture him barely able to string words together, so lost in his pleasure he can’t even think straight. All because of you. You start to press your palm against your clit, bringing yourself closer to the edge.
I’d want you to cum in me, Stiles. Grab my hips, push that cock balls deep into me and fill me up with your cum. You speed up your fingers, feeling your core wind up tight, feeling it build inside of you.
Fuck It’s sent with a video. It’s shaky and taken at the very last moment, in the middle of a moan. His hand is still, wrapped tightly around his dick. It twitches once and then a string of cum erupts from the tip. The first shot is powerful, shooting into the air and landing somewhere on his stomach. The following are more subdued, leaking out and spilling down over his cock and onto his hand.
By the end of it, your body snaps in an orgasm, tightening up every muscle you have as a hot tingle shoots through you and you feel your cunt clamp around your fingers. Your body releases as it starts to fade, as you let out a heavy breath you were holding. You slowly withdraw your fingers and rest them on your hip, body oversensitive and feeling almost prickly when you touch it.
You have no idea how hard that made me cum. You send him. It takes him a little while to respond. You assume he’s recovering.
God, that was awesome. We need to get together this weekend. You smile and respond before slowly sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. 
Couldn’t agree more. This waiting is driving me crazy.
I need a shower. You let out a chuckle and a snort at that.
Go take a shower then you dolt. You can just picture him lying on his bed, completely spent and too tire to move.
I will, I will. See you tomorrow at school?
Of course. You stand and start to walk to the bathroom to wash up yourself.
Don’t be surprised if I pull you aside for a quick make-out and a little feeling you up. You smile reading that.
Can’t wait ;) Goodnight.
Night, sexy.
69 notes · View notes
sweet-honey-tears · 1 year
Note
Could you do the gift series for Shinso?
Hi! Thank you so much for your request! 🤍 I would love to do this one, he’s actually one of my favorites! 🤭🤍I did take this in a different direction from my past ones. It’s more so a concept then gift but I do like it. Sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted tho. OH the reader also their ears pierced - if you don’t just imagine them(the earrings) as being magnet ones! Feel free to leave request!
💝Gifts To and From🐈‍⬛
Hitoshi Shinso x GenderNeutral Reader
Part 4, 3, 2, 1 FLUFFF
Tumblr media
I feel like he would buy you mittens. They would be soft, thick, and warm. Like you can tell they’re expensive by just the look of them. They're wool, with soft insides. They’re indigo, that beautiful dark purple-blue with black stitching..
Shinso is an underground hero, he takes night patrols quite often and notices you on those nights. You’ll walk his route, stopping by a certain bus stop to see him. He’s scared you a few times, his capture weapon wrapping around your mid section before you’re enclosed in his arms.
There was one instance he tried to pull the spider man kiss thing- yeah no that didn’t work out well. His scarf, which was wrapped around his leg and arm- unraveled. You heard an ‘oof’ and then saw him on the ground, sitting with his scarf around him.
He realized then, when your icey hands touched his face, that he needed to get youmittens
Shinso also likes to get big- like huge - sweatshirts. It’s an inside joke- one you're still kinda embarrassed at. It was back when you both were still at UA. You hadn’t slept in days and where so dazed that you didn’t notice your boyfriend wasn't under a huge blanket, no- it was an oversized sweatshirt. (The one you order him- in the wrong size) Shinso, to his credit, did put his hands on your shoulder to try and push you off, saying:
“Kitten I don’t think-“
“Herg!” You had protested,m.
You only realize your mistake when you could get your head threw the top of the blanket... but you had been to exhausted to care at that moment. You just collapsed on his toned chest, your cheek pressing into his pec. His hands ran over your back. “Huh, tired kitten? Don’t worry, you can stay there. Actually, it's kind of comfortable.” Your arms wrapped around his toned body as you fell asleep.
Nowadays though, with the size of his body(specifically his chest and arms in this case) it’s frickin HARD to find a sweatshirt that can fit both of you. With either you laying on him or the other way around. So when he does find one, it’s exciting.
You make his heart beat so fast when you lay against him like that.
You’re so close.
You trust him- you talk to him
His Lock Screen, to your horror, is a picture of you inside his hoodie. Your face smushed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you sleep. He took the picture from the top, having to angle his phone in the neck hole to get it. He knows you don’t exactly like it- but you stopped saying anything when he told you why he had it as his Lock Screen.
“I like seeing you every time I check my phone. No matter what message I get, I get to see your pretty face kitten. It makes it better.”
Shinso also has a thing for jewelry. It's a way to express himself more. He hid his style and personality a lot in his early days at UA. A powerful fear and disgust about being called a villain… especially since his style is less then bright and pastel-y he never really learned his likes and dislikes in fashion and self-expression.
It started with rings: you watched him pick them up and try them before leaving the booth that was selling them. You got him those.
He didn’t take them off.
You also got him a shiny obsidian ring as well. The words ‘I Love You’ engraved on it.
You smiled at him, the sweet, bright smile when he bought himself his first set of string bracelet. You grabbed his wrist later on that night when: “They look really nice on you Shin.” You had said, kissing his inner wrist. Yeah, he turned beat red- but damn he felt… confident? Good?
You motivated him- and kinda forced him to go through with it when he told you he wanted to get his ears pierced. He had wavered a bit at the door to the pricing place.
He and you have a matching set of clay cat earrings you got him. They’re orange tabby cats with little googly eyes. Your Home Screen is of you, hanging on his shoulders. Your faces are pushed together so the camera can get your matching earrings.
You asked him a couple of months about what he wanted for his birthday… he told nothing. You got him the best gift- you gave him was your support and love. Without that…. He never would have grown.
87 notes · View notes
lokisgoodgirl · 2 years
Text
Transgressions [Part 2] 18+ [Dom! Loki x Female Reader]
A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Moments after being all fucked out, Loki insists you re-join the party he dragged you from to have his way with you. He got what he wanted, but when is that ever enough? More transgressions. More smut.(wc 3k) Warnings: 18+ only. Minors DNI. Jealous lovers, controlling behaviour, praise kink, public sex, voyeurism, oral sex.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
‘I think you enjoy it’, you pondered as you pressed the elevator call button, ‘I think you like being jealous…’
Staring at the numbers flick upward on the screen signalling the elevator was coming, you felt his eyes narrowing in your direction, a sarcastic retort winding up to let fly.
‘and,’ you added as you heard an intake of breath denoting an approaching comeback, ‘I think that you’re overcompensating for the fact that-’,
suddenly the wind was knocked out of you as you were forced against the wall between the elevators, his rough kiss silencing you as his hands wound around your hips, grabbing your ass.
‘I think, that you think too much’, he muttered as the bell dinged before striding inside the doors and extending his hand to hold them open as you hobbled inside, sulking.
You caught a glimpse of yourself in the elevator mirror, ‘Jesus, Loki – I look like shit!’ you gasped as you inspected your smudged eyeliner, wisps of hair protruded at alarming angles from your previously perfect up-do, sticking to the thin sheen of sweat that still clung to your flushed neck and forehead. And that didn’t take into account the gathering pool of god semen collecting inside your panties.
‘I cannot let anyone see me like this, Loki!’ you groaned, pleadingly.
‘I think you look wonderful’ he replied curtly, his voice cracking under the strain of holding back shallow laughter. You frantically tried to collect yourself as the floor numbers ticked down. God of Mischief. Who’s fucking great idea was it to start a clandestine relationship with the God of Mischief? You. That’s who. You cursed yourself as you stuck another hair grip in your mouth, collecting them from where they had come loose, hurriedly sliding them back in place to create the illusion of put-togetherness.
Ding.
‘After you, pet’, his placid smirk hiding the mirth in his eyes made you want to smack it off his beautiful face.
‘You know, Loki...maybe you wouldn’t have so many opportunities to feel jealous if you would tell anyone about us. If people knew we were together, then they’d know I’m yours. Did you ever think of that?’
He sighed, the opening doors slamming shut again with a shimmer of his magic as he stepped towards you, towering above your frame, eye-fucking you as purposeful breaths made his chest rise and fall.
‘Darling, I don’t give a...what’s the term... a flying fuck...if Rogers knows that I sink my cock into you every night. I don’t care if that so-called magician rubs one out to the thought of your fine arse taking my punishment before his morning tea, or if Stark has a secret collection of videos of me eating your pussy in the showers…’ he hovered over you, his gaze searching your wide eyes for understanding, ‘that’s not the point’.
Silence surrounded you as he straightened his posture, tugging down on his waistcoat, ‘I want you to know…’
Ding.
‘...that you belong to me.’
He strode out the elevator without looking back, grabbing a cocktail off a passing tray as he made his way directly through the heaving crowd towards Steve, who was laughing over-zealously at something Natasha said as she layered a plate with snacks.
Shit.
You grabbed a drink from another tray which floated by, smoothing the glass under your fingertips as you tried to inconspicuously watch the scene unfolding across the room. It was only a matter of time...
‘Hey, there she is...Y/N!’ Steve waved at you animatedly, beckoning you over with large scoops of his muscled arms as Loki stood beside him, pleased with himself – of course.
You grimaced, mentally preparing for the coming mind-fuck your lover was planning. What was wrong with him? ‘Heyyy…’ you smiled, head titled to the side as you pointedly greeted Steve and Nat, the cardboard tone audible to your own ears as Natasha ran her eyes over you.
‘Jesus Y/N, you look like shit…’ she observed as she popped a cube of cheese in her mouth, ‘what happened?’
Your eyes flickered towards Loki, who was enjoying this far too much, his gaze fixed to the floor as he licked his lips, concealing a smile.
‘I uh…’ your mind flapped under the pressure of the three pairs of eyes awaiting your response, ‘threw up’.
You heard a low cough as Loki choked on his rising laughter as one of his large hands touched your back politely, removing the cocktail glass from your hand, ‘what have we told you, you must be more careful at these parties. A good girl like you should know your limits...’, his brow furrowed in mock concern.
Steve took a step forward, his blue eyes not revealing a trace of intoxication now as he raised the back of his hand to your forehead, ‘you’re so hot, Y/N...I don’t like this’ he poised dramatically, and you sighed as another, cooler hand also graced your forehead, ‘you’re right, Rogers, she is hot…’, Loki’s voice infused with innuendo as he continued his charade.
‘Can you both please not?’ you brushed the fleshy antlers adorning you from your forehead back to their hosts, ‘I’m fine.’
‘Who’s fine?!’, Thor popped up behind you, his grinning face radiating energy over your shoulder as you closed your eyes with a deep exhale.
‘Y/N, you dolt. She threw up, but she’s fine, apparently...’ Nat elaborated for the inebriated god, her eyebrow jauntily raised as her keen mind tried to put together the pieces of the scenario unfolding before her.
‘Looks like you missed a splash on your leg there ma’am, allow me’ Steve murmured as he brandished a napkin before you could stop him and lightly wiped a thin strand of liquid from your mid-thigh, ‘oh dear, oh dear’ he sighed quietly as he scrunched the napkin in his fist, regarding you with increasing concern. Loki could barely contain himself.
‘Fine is not an adjective one should use for a night like this, dear Y/N – nights like these are meant for revels!’ Thor boomed in your ear. This was too much.
‘Yeah I just...I think I’m all revelled out,’ you patted him on the arm, your gaze travelling to the god to your other side, hoping your eyes flashed with the warning they intended.
If the warning was received, it was not in the manner you hoped. Loki spun to Natasha, extending his hand towards her, ‘my brother is right, tonight is a night for revels...would you care to dance?’.
You couldn’t believe your ears.
 ‘Uhh...sure?’ she mumbled, her eyes journeying to yours, perplexed by this unorthodox request as she was escorted to the crowded dance-floor.
Thor began regaling you with a story that had something to do with him leaving Mjölnir in a supermarket that morning while he was distracted by a bird as Steve hovered beside you, searching for signs of an impending fainting spell. Loki, on the other hand, was busy looping his arms around Natasha’s waist, her toned biceps illuminated under the dim lights as she wrapped them around his neck. He stepped in to place one of his thighs between her legs, angled to control their dance as he had done with you several times in the privacy of his rooms. Your stomach was doing flips, your earlier lie startlingly close to becoming reality. They swayed, her breasts brushing against his fitted shirt as she began to move against his muscular torso in time with the music, her hands running down his biceps– fuck.
Anger began to twist in your stomach and it flourished to something more. You felt the stir of blood rushing to your core, re-activating the slick feeling of the mess absorbing into your panties, the remainder of the cum of the god that hadn’t managed to sneak its way down your thighs, bold as brass he was teasing you relentlessly for the second time this evening. What a hypocrite. You couldn’t let this slide. Not tonight.
An idea flickered through your mind as you watched them, stacking like blocks as you saw Natasha pull away from his light embrace after he whispered something in her ear.
‘Guys, I’m gonna go’, you said, ‘Steve you’re right I’m still not feeling so good and uh...Thor I’m sure the bird is fine after its run in with Mjölnir…’ you trailed off before Steve could interject with an offer to escort you and made your way to the exit, pressing the elevator button in quick succession. The chrome doors had almost shut behind you when there was a pause as they parted once again, revealing your raven-haired god looking very smug...and very hot.
‘Room for one more?’ he drawled, as he swung his waistcoat from one hand, his shirt sleeves rolled up revealing his thick forearms.
You rolled your eyes, resting against the metal bar that encased the elevator, ‘for you? Yes. For your ego? There’s a maximum capacity to consider…’
He laughed darkly as he stepped towards you, the doors closing immediately behind him, ‘such a mouthy pet tonight. Oh dear, oh dear as Rogers would say…’, he grinned, his eyes glinting at the memory of his rival wiping his drying cum off your leg.
‘What am I going to do with you?’ Your eyes bore into his as the smile fell from his lips at his words echoed in your mouth. Your icy tone frosted the air between you as you ran your eyes up and down his body slowly.
‘Excuse me?’, he leant forward ‘I don’t think-’
‘...and I think, you think too much’, you leaned to meet him, inches from his face as he scrunched his brow, trying to work out the unfamiliar situation he found himself in.
You inched forward, your lips ghosting his ear as you delivered your promise, ‘After your little display with Natasha, I think someone needs a reminder of who he belongs to, hmm?’
His hand flew to your jaw, pressing you against the wall as he clamped your smart mouth between his thumb and forefinger, your head tilted upwards as he drank in your defiance, lust clouding his eyes ‘...didn’t want everyone to know you’d been well and truly fucked though, did you my little slut? Trying to hide the evidence of your shameless need for me...so much for exposing us, or did I miss something?’
 You jerked your head to the side, loosening his grip long enough to say what needed to be said.
‘I think you’ll find, darling...that I well and truly fucked you’, a smile crept over your face as you registered his eyes grow wider at your words, his shoulders lax in surprise.
It was your chance, and you took it.
You raised your forearm to his collarbone, pressing him backwards until you felt him collide with the opposite wall of the elevator, extending your hand in a flash to hit the emergency stop. 
You felt his arms raise to restrain you, but you fastened your lips to his earlobe biting down gently, extending out the soft flesh as he moaned beneath you, his willpower fading.
‘Are you going to behave now?’, you whispered seductively. His mouth twitched as he assessed the situation, his hooded eyes regarding you with suspicion as you began to toggle with the button of his trousers, ‘well?’ you questioned as he mustered a solitary nod.
‘I said, are you going to behave?’ you asked pointedly – the power coursing through your veins a direct line of gunpowder to your pussy which was smouldering with need.
‘Yes…’ he growled, his voice strained as you yanked down his trousers to fall to his knees, his exposed, hardening cock bobbing free as he rested against the metal bar, his hands gripping it tightly.
You sank to your knees, your eyes never leaving his as he watched your descent, your hands sliding down his ass and smoothing over the curves of his muscular legs as you landed to grip his ankles.
‘You don’t get to touch me’, you warned – the storm gathering in his stare showed he knew you meant it.
Leaning in, your breath misted over his straining cock as you inhaled the intoxicating scent. His expensive cologne, a musk of sweat and the traces of your own arousal radiated from the velvet skin of his length as you pressed your lips against him, forcing it back to rest against his stomach.
‘Mine’
Your voice echoed around the elevator like a gunshot as you took him in your mouth, sucking him in with long strokes to your hollowed cheeks as he groaned above you at the sensation. His knees buckled slightly, restrained by the waist of his trousers keeping them steady as he braced himself against the thick bar. He was watching himself in the mirror, the sight making him even hornier. You covered your teeth with your lips, bearing down on his needy cock with the full force of your pressure, sliding backwards and forwards with ease as he cursed at his reflection above you. You weren’t pulling any punches. Not tonight. 
The fuel of jealousy consumed you as you consumed him, long stokes of your tongue wrapping around his head, intermingling with your hand sliding tightly around his base. Squeezing around him, thrusting upwards as you descended again to swallow him whole.
From the corner of your eye, you could see his hand flexing around the bar, white knuckles squeezing into a fist as he desperately fought to keep them from tangling in your hair at the exquisite pleasure forced upon him. You tasted the first drops of pre-cum at the back of your throat as he muttered filthy praises to the air. You knew he was watching himself come undone above, he wouldn't be able to resist his own undeniably sexy reflection. Smug bastard. He'd be both relishing and resenting every moment of your lips wrapped around his slick cock as he battled to restrain his rising climax.
‘Who do you belong to?’ you asked loudly as he reluctantly broke his own gaze. The lustful stare faltered with a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before...your hand slowing as you stroked his cock, waiting for his answer.
‘I don’t...’ he stuttered, as you ceased your hand movements – your fingers poised but motionless, ‘...you..’ he relented, ‘I belong to you…’ throwing his head back against the mirror as you resumed your domination of his senses.
‘Good boy,’ you murmured as your lips found their way back to his delicious tip, sucking gently as your hand worked his base. Through his gritted cries of pleasure, you could hear a soft clanging above you – your oblivious lover too lost in his nearing orgasm to register the noise as it drew closer.
‘Say my name, Loki’ you keened as he began thrusting his hips at the loss of contact from your hot mouth, ‘I want to hear you say my name when you come inside me, I want everyone to know who owns you – who brings you so much pleasure…’, he cried out as your mouth enveloped him again, letting him thrust his length down your waiting throat as his cock twitched with desperation to release. Hmm? you hummed, and he voiced his understanding, his knees bent slightly at the pressure of his impending climax, dents appearing in the bars which he restrained himself to as he fought against the coming tide.
‘Fuckkkk’, he moaned as he threw his head back to the ceiling, eyes screwed shut in delirious pleasure as his orgasm ripped through him, your name thundering from his throat like a battle-cry as he released his hot seed ferociously into your insatiable mouth wrapped around his shaft, shuddering as he felt you suck him dry, swallowing all he had to give.
‘Everyone OK in there?! Don’t worry, we’ll have you out in a jiff-’, a voice penetrated the elevator as the ceiling hatch slid open, Steve’s alarmed face appearing at the gap, followed quickly by Natasha’s.
‘I fucking told you!’, she slapped Steve’s arm as he scowled at the scene below, Loki braced against the wall of the elevator panting heavily with you lapping at his cock. The hatch slid back over as quickly as it had been released, the unexpected voyeurs not wanting to stick around now the ‘emergency’ had been identified. Natasha had better things to do, like tell everyone what she’d just seen...and heard.
‘Well,’ Loki panted as he pulled up his trousers in one swift movement, ‘it seems that you got your wish…’, he gestured to the ceiling, ‘within ten minutes, everyone will know about us’.
You shook your head as you pressed the emergency stop button again and the elevator resumed it’s rise, ‘everyone will know you belong to me...hmm, yes I can live with that’, you smirked.
‘You’ll pay for that, love’; two arms snaked around your waist, drawing you back in to his firm chest, his face burying in your neck. His lips travelled up your neckline, sucking on your earlobe as you melted into his dirty whispers, ‘...when we reach my rooms, I’m going to make you come so devastatingly that the entire city knows it’s the god of mischief between your legs tonight, making you scream...’
You absorbed his words, the walls of your core clenching as you tingled with anticipation of relief, ‘..well if you really want to even the scoreboard Loki, you’ll need to try and do it at least twice. Think you can handle that?’
‘Oh come now, don’t insult us both by pretending you don’t become a writhing mess underneath my tongue’, he pushed you gently out of the opening doors as you walked in quick silence towards his apartment, your pace matching your desperation to feel his passionate kisses against your needy cunt.
‘Now get inside...and no more mischief from that pretty mouth of yours...not tonight’, he looked down at you, daring you to defy him with his velvet tones, a twinkle in his eye as his door clicked open at his touch, ‘darling’, he growled, ‘don’t make me ask again’.  
A/N: My masterlist has just reached 100 notes which is really lovely, I’m so glad to have found this space...my peoples! :) Thanks so much for reading and pop me a message if you want to be tagged in future fics/have a prompt you want to share!
Tagging those who inspired a part 2! 
@ravenwings73
@wheredafandomat​
@britishserpent
398 notes · View notes
Photo
Tumblr media
The ideal husband understands every word his wife doesn’t say.
- Alfred Hitchcock
When Alma Reville, wife of Alfred Hitchcock, died in 1982, Charles Champlin wrote in the LA Times that “the Hitchcock touch had four hands and two of them were Alma’s.” While Hitchcock received most of the credit for the 54 films he directed, Alma’s significant contribution should not be underestimated.
When Hitchcock met Reville in 1920, she had already been in the film business for five years and was well established as a cutter, scenario writer and floor secretary. He was a lowly titles artist and had to wait three years before he had reached a position in which he felt he could approach her.
They worked together at Gainsborough Studios and some there felt that she could have been a film director, although she herself was modest on this point: “I’m too small,” she said, “I could never project the image of authority a director has to project.” Other views of her tell a different story, and Alma has been described as “brisk, sometimes even brusque” and “much shrewder about people than Hitchcock, and a lot tougher.”
Tumblr media
Alma and Alfred became Mr and Mrs Hitchcock on 2 December 1926. While she still worked on films by other directors until the mid-30s, she suppressed whatever personal ambition she may have had and devoted herself to supporting and encouraging her husband and bringing up their daughter, Pat. His eventual success allowed her to live a lifestyle she could never have dreamed of when she first began as teagirl at Twickenham Studios aged 16.
She learnt many different skills during her time in the British film industry, which stood her in good stead to offer advice wherever needed during production of Hitchcock’s films. From finding properties for him to produce, to casting, scouting locations, plotting camera angles and checking rushes, there were few areas that Alma didn’t contribute to. Once in Hollywood, she was less frequently seen on the set of his films, but was a key collaborator behind the scenes on every project.
Perhaps her greatest contribution was via the screen adaptations she worked on, for Hitchcock and others. Of the films on which she has a writing credit, it’s striking how many contain strong, well-drawn female roles. Take, for example, The Constant Nymph (Adrian Brunel, 1928), The Water Gipsies (Maurice Elvey, 1932), and The Passing of the Third Floor Back (Berthold Viertel, 1935), or Hitchcock’s Suspicion (1941), The Paradine Case (1947) and Stage Fright (1949), to name a few.
Tumblr media
Stage Fright is the last film Alma was credited on; apparently the failure of Under Capricorn (1949), a property she had recommended to Hitchcock, led her to lose confidence in her judgement. Her absence shows; while Hitchcock’s later films are among his best regarded, the female roles tend to be less deeply examined, the action usually driven by the male protagonists. One wonders whether Marnie (1964) would have been more successful if Alma had had a hand in writing the script; despite the contribution of Jay Presson Allen, its study of an emotionally damaged woman is psychologically undermotivated.
Hitchcock was honest about his lack of understanding of the opposite sex: “I never understood what women wanted. I only knew it wasn’t me,” he once said wistfully. The onscreen portrayal of him as a man desperately attempting to seduce his blonde starlets seems a little overstated; as biopics often do, it feels as if drama has been created where none really exists. Certainly, Alma’s affair with writer Whitfield Cook, if it did take place, would have been long over by the time Psycho (1960) was being made.
Tumblr media
While the real Alma Reville is still a little obscure, it’s only right that she is at last receiving recognition for her contribution to Hitchcock’s films. As the director said, in his speech at the presentation of his American Film Institute (AFI) lifetime award in 1979, if it wasn’t for her, he may well still have been at that gala dinner, but as “one of the slower waiters.”
129 notes · View notes
senditcolton · 1 year
Text
call my bluff, call you babe (2)
Tumblr media
CHAPTER TWO
summary - Tyson and Maddie reconnect after an important playoff win. Will the night continue on a high, or will other forces cause disaster to strike? 
word count - 4.6k (plus edits)
warnings - alcohol, anxiety mention, & a certain shitty ex makes an appearance
a/n - here is Maddie and Tyson back once more! thank you for all the love on the fic so far and i can’t wait to continue. and i will tell you, this is still kind of set-up. the real fun starts next chapter. hope to see you then!
previous part ~ playlist ~ series masterlist ~ join the taglist ~ next part
Madeleine pulls her black wool trench coat a little tighter around her body, breathing another hefty sigh into the overcast Calgary night. The adrenaline and excitement from the game was still buzzing within her, even though it was a sharp contrast to the disappointment of the Flames fans that had surrounded her moments prior.
The game was fun. A lot of fun. Despite the fact that she didn’t know much about the Avalanche, she was happy to see them pull out a victory and see all the players, Tyson included, celebrate over the fact that they were moving on in the playoffs. She celebrated with them, albeit maybe in a silent way because she wasn’t that confident rooting for the opposing team in a sea of red and yellow. And even though Madeleine ended up attending the game alone despite Tyson’s offer for her to bring a friend – after all, he had two tickets, one for his mom and one for Kacey – she enjoyed herself. She hadn’t been to a hockey game since she last travelled down to watch Tyson play in Penticton when he was in juniors.
It felt like fate brought her back to watch him play again.
Madeleine’s hand reaches into her coat pocket, fingers tracing over her phone case as she looks around, watching the last of the Calgary fans disperse. She taps her nails on the screen, the quiet beat calming her for a moment before she pulls the phone out, the screen lighting up the darkness.
After typing in her passcode, she is thrown back to the Instagram direct messages between her and Tyson.
madsmurph: Congrats on the win!!
josty17: thanks! i’ll meet you outside after?
madsmurph: Sure. Where?
josty17: um… josty17: how about by the box office? josty17: since I know where that is
madsmurph: Sounds good. I’ll be there.
Her last message was sent almost 30 minutes ago. She told herself that it was nothing to be concerned about; after all, she had no clue what the process was for professional hockey players after a game, let alone a series clinching playoff game.
Still, based on the last 24-hours, the newfound fearful part of Madeleine had evidence to now use its voice – a voice that was getting louder by the minute.
Shush, she sharply silenced the anxiety. This is Tyson. He’d never be that intentionally cruel. Especially after everything he’s done so far.
Madeleine refocuses on the phone in front of her, deciding to mindlessly browse while she continues to wait. She was about halfway through re-reading an email from her job about the new way patrons can reserve meeting rooms when a familiar voice breaks through the quiet.
“Maddie?”
She looks up to see Tyson standing a few steps away from her, clad in his now tousled gameday suit and tan trench coat.
Even in the dim light, she can see the head of chocolate curls that she used to braid when she was bored and Tyson was patient enough. She could also make out the recognizable shape of his face, although the angles of his jaw and cheek seemed more defined than she remembered.
Tyson is still staring at her, his own eyes following a similar path as he takes in the familiar and yet new shape of Madeleine. She quickly shoves her phone back in her pocket before fully turning towards him, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
“No one calls me Maddie anymore.”
Those casual yet comfortable words are enough to snap Tyson out of the trance he was caught in and Madeleine can see that adorable crooked grin break out on his face before he is jogging over to her, closing the distance between them.
And before she can react, Tyson is scooping her up in his arms, engulfing her in a giant hug. Madeleine can’t stop the giggle that escapes as her arms are instinctively thrown over Tyson’s (surprisingly broad) shoulders as he squeezes her tightly, the fresh scent of the body wash he used flooding her senses.
It is a moment before Tyson releases her and takes a step back and now Madeleine can see his deep brown irises reflecting the shine of the streetlights. She watches as his eyes bounce around her face and frame, taking in the sight of her after three years.
“Well hello to you too,” she laughs, pulling his attention back to her.
“Sorry,” he says, his hand coming to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck, “Must still be a little high off the win. It’s also just really good to see you.”
Madeleine smiles again, ducking her head down as the intensity of Tyson’s stare and the sincerity of his words makes her falter. She quickly composes herself before returning his gaze.
“So, what do you want to do? Any place you want to go?”
“I don’t really know much of what’s around here. Thought a true Calgary native could show me around,” Tyson says, his eyes still sparkling down at her.
“I’ve only been here for three years. I wouldn’t call myself a native.”
“You still more know than me.”
“Well, that’s nothing new,” Madeleine jokes and Tyson can’t stop from dramatically placing his hand on his chest in false offense, to which Madeleine laughs at his reaction.
“Rude – but true,” Tyson replies, his easy-going energy returning quickly. “Regardless, wherever you want to go and whatever you want to show me, I’m down for.”
“Well, there’s not much open this late. But there is this bar nearby that’s pretty good. Let’s go there.”
Tyson gives Madeleine a small nod in approval before turning out to face the night. Unfortunately, he turns the wrong way, causing another bought of giggle to escape Madeleine. She reaches out and gently grasps one of his elbows, spinning him around before falling in to place next to him, gently nudging Tyson’s arm with her shoulder.
“Hey,” she says, “it’s really good to see you too.”
She sees the sweet expression on Tyson’s face as he grins down at her again and before they know it, they fall into step next to each other as they silently make their way down the Calgary streets. The walk to the bar is quiet, but Madeleine doesn’t mind. It was nice to have a moment for her to calm down, collect her thoughts. Tyson was probably still decompressing from the game. The silence between the two of them wasn’t horrible.
In fact, it was comfortable. Which was… odd to Madeleine. She half-expected her and Tyson’s reunion to be awkward, stunted. That was a fair assumption, one that most people would share.
But here, walking down the Calgary streets with simply the presence of Tyson beside her… it was easy.
Eventually, they get to the bar and after finding an empty spot and ordering their respective drinks, Tyson and Madeleine settle down into the pair of chairs in the corner, coats flung over the back and glasses in hand.
“You should’ve let me buy your drink.”
“Tyson, I have money. Besides, you already gave me tickets to a playoff hockey game for free. I don’t need to be in your debt anymore than I already am,” Madeleine laughs, taking a sip of her beer.
“Oh, you’re in my debt now, are you?” Tyson questions, the teasing lift in his voice causing Madeleine to laugh once again.
“You didn’t realize that?” she replies, the smile on her face genuine. The words were presented as a joke but, if she really thought down to the truth of it, Madeleine didn’t think she could ever thank enough Tyson for popping back in her life. Even if this all ended tonight, even if they both went back to their respective lives and didn’t talk again, this moment was just what Madeleine needed.
Tyson takes a swig of his own beer, looking around the bar for a moment before his eyes connect back to Madeleine.
“So, Maddie –”
“I told you, no one calls me Maddie anymore. Only little kids are allowed to call me that,” Madeleine explains.
“Well, we were kids when we met, so do you think I could get a pass.”
“Sorry Josty, no special treatment.”
“Alright. Then you can’t call me Josty. I think it’s only fair,” Tyson challenges.
“Fine… Tyson.”
“Madeleine.”
There is a pause, both of them just staring at the other with matching grins on their faces. This reminded Madeleine of their friendship when they were kids; light-hearted, teasing, and never once leaving each other’s company without smiling perhaps a little too much. Madeleine keeps her eyes on Tyson, watching as his mischievous grin softens into something so genuine it makes her heart ache.
“How have you been?”
“Eh,” she shrugs, finally breaking eye contact. “Pretty good. Some days worse than others. A lot worse,” she adds under her breath with a scoff, hoping it gets lost in the noise. But Tyson, ever observant, notices.
“Yesterday?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Are you alright?”
“I will be,” Madeleine replies, the heavy emotions slowly creeping in. She gives herself a little shake, pushing back against them before glancing back towards Tyson, his eyes still locked on her. “This is helping.”
Tyson’s face lights up at her words and Madeleine once again can’t stop her heart from fluttering.
“So, Tyson, how have you been? How’s the NHL life treating you?”
“It’s been good. I mean, the first time I started playing with Colorado – not full season but the first season I played a professional game – was a little rough. We weren’t good. Team finished the season with only 48 points so, it was kind of tough overall.”
“But you got to play.”
“Yeah. I got my first goal that year as well. My grandpa was at that game, oh you should’ve seen his reaction,” Tyson laughs, the smile on his face just growing wider. Madeleine also smiles, knowing Grandpa Jost well enough that she could easily picture his face and imagine how proud he must have been to see that in person.
“And now look at you: in just two years, your team is going into the second round of the playoffs. Pretty good comeback.”
“It’ll be an even greater comeback if we win the whole thing.”
“Well, you know I’ll be cheering for you,” Madeleine replies, causing Tyson to lift an eyebrow.
“Oh? Did I just convert a Calgary native to becoming a Colorado Avalanche fan?”
“First off, we’ve established that I’m not a native. And secondly, I haven’t really watched a lot of hockey in the past few years so I wouldn’t say you converted me; you just happened to renew my interest.”
“You haven’t watched hockey?” Tyson asks and Madeleine know that his mind is playing back memories from their shared childhood – a lot of which involved ice skating rinks and rubber pucks and cold metal bleacher seats. “Why?”
Madeleine shrugs again, attempting to deflect the question before finally admitting the truth:
“It just felt weird going to a game where you weren’t on the ice.”
Those words cause Tyson’s smile to come back in full force, his sparkling eyes locked on Madeleine and she can feel her cheeks heating up underneath his stare. If he asked about her blush, she would absolutely lie and blame the warmth of the bar, the alcohol, anything else for her reaction. Thankfully, Tyson doesn’t push and instead moves the conversation to her.
“So, what have you been doing in all of your ‘not-watching-hockey’ free time?”
“Well, school for the most part. Technically, I graduated in December but I’m sticking around to walk with everyone else in a few weeks.”
“You already graduated?” Tyson asks, to which Madeleine hums a quick affirmative. Tyson lets out a low whistle, leaning back in his chair. “Damn, I forgot how smart you are.”
“Please, I honestly just worked really hard. Like you, I suppose. You had hockey, I had school.”
“So, what are you doing now?”
“I’m working at the Central Library. It’s actually not too far from here. And it’s a really nice place to work; I love it so much.”
“Is this where the small children, who are the only ones that get to call you Maddie, come from?”
“Tyson,” Madeleine says with false admonishment. “I thought your mother already gave you the talk – about where babies come from.”
Now it is Tyson’s turn for his cheeks to flare red, causing a cackle of a laugh to escape from Madeleine.
“Shut up, you know what I meant.”
“I know,” she says in between giggles. “Yes, that’s where I interact with the kiddos. They are absolutely adorable. And I get to be the one that gets them interested in reading which is just one of the best feelings in the world.”
“Is that what you’re thinking about doing for your career?”
“Perhaps – it’s a reasonable path considering my degree but I’m not sure if I’ll stay in local libraries. I might try to work my way up to bigger libraries or maybe university or even governmental libraries. Something on along those lines.”
“That’s really cool, Madeleine.”
“Thanks, Tyson,” she replies, taking another small sip of her beer. “That’s mostly it for me though. Not a whole lot going on. Now it’s your turn to tell me more: about Denver, about your teammates, everything.”
Tyson sighs and relaxes back into his seat, his eyes upward as he thinks about all that’s happened in the years since his draft. Madeleine eagerly leans forwards, her elbows resting on her knees and her chin propped in her hands.
“Gosh, where do I start?”
The night goes on with Tyson telling her all the stories he could think of, from his first games to how he had bounced up and down with the Avalanche and the AHL since he was drafted, some injuries that prevented him from playing as much as he wanted, and how he just now felt like he has a steady roster spot and how hard he worked for that opportunity. But within all of the hardships, he also mentioned all of the great and funny memories he’s had with the team. Madeleine intersperses the conversation with stories of her own, about her friends at school, nights out that she wishes she could remember and some nights out that she wishes she could forget, and her new life there in Calgary. The two of them also catch each other up on their respective families, although there isn’t much to say considering that their parents have still kept in touch and Madeleine has talked to Kacey a few times before tonight.
“You’ve talked to my sister more than you’ve talked to me?”
“She’s quickly becoming my favorite Jost. You have some catching up to do.”
The stories continue as the night moves on and before Madeleine even knows it, it’s close to midnight. And even though she has work tomorrow, she doesn’t really care. She’s happy and relaxed and being here with Tyson, laughing and talking, was more than she could’ve hoped for. It felt good. She felt good. Nothing could take that away from her.
Or at least, that’s what she thought.
Tyson is halfway though telling a story about how the Avalanche, along with his friend and fellow rookie JT, gave him those cool colorblind correcting glasses and how he was freaking out over JT’s firey ginger hair when Madeleine hears someone call out over the crowd.
“MADDIE!”
She recognizes the voice, although she wishes that she didn’t. There was no logical explanation as to why he was there. There was no way he was at the game and the bar is a good distance away from campus and his apartment. There was no reason he should be here.
But here comes Logan, weaving through the crowd towards her and Tyson. Madeleine can tell that he has had a few too many drinks and that makes her nervous when coupled with the angry look painting his features.
Tyson hears him as well as Logan continues to call out her name, quickly locating the source of the noise. Tyson looks back at Madeleine with a confused expression which shifts when he sees Madeleine’s face.
“Who’s that?” he asks. Madeleine just shakes her head, her hands quickly moving in an attempt to grab her stuff.
“Let’s just get out of here,” she says, her hands still moving frantically. Tyson nods his head, starting to grab his own coat. But neither of them are fast enough and it’s only a matter of seconds before Logan is standing in front of their chairs.
“What the fuck Maddie?” Logan practically spits, staring down at her with such malice; more than he honestly was entitled to.
“Logan –”
“No. You don’t return any of my calls, you completely cut me off without much of an explanation. And now I have to see you out here, giggling and getting all fucking cozy with some random guy?”
“You know exactly why I haven’t talked to you,” Maddie snaps, bringing her own anger into her voice, the suppressed emotions finally rising after being pushed down.
“Oh, fuck off Maddie.”
“Woah,” Tyson says, jumping in from his spot off to the side. “Dude, calm down.”
“No, shut the fuck up man,” Logan spins on Tyson. “This doesn’t fucking concern you.”
“I don’t give a shit – you don’t get to talk to her like that,” Tyson replies, raising his body up in his chair, not wanting to escalate the situation any more but making it clear that he was going to continue to defend Madeleine.  
“I can talk to my girlfriend any way I want to,” Logan retorts, his words causing Tyson’s posture to retreat a little as he looks back towards Maddie with a question painted on his features. Madeleine shakes her head before looking back at Logan.
“Your ex-girlfriend, if you couldn’t remember Logan.”
Madeleine’s voice pulls Logan’s attention back to her. He scoffs, crossing his arms in front of him and glaring down at her.
“Don’t give me that bullshit. Don’t act all high and mighty, Maddie. It obviously didn’t affect you that much. You’ve clearly moved on – pretty quickly might I add. How’d that happen? Unless you were seeing him on the side as well. Why are you so mad at me then, when by the looks of it, you were doing the same.”
Madeleine’s jaw drops at Logan’s insinuation. Was he actually accusing her of cheating on him? Really? Her head is reeling so much that she can’t even think of a reply and she can see that Logan takes her silence as some form of agreement, a smug smirk coming across his face. Tyson, who was still trying to follow the conversation decides to speak up once more.
“Wait, we’re not together. We’re just old friends,” he attempts to explain but just the sound of his voice causes Logan’s face to harden before he’s turning on Tyson again.
“I told you, this doesn’t concern you.”
“Well, you’re bringing me into it so, yeah it does concern me.”
“Oh okay, fine, you want to be a part of this?” Logan asks, taking a threatening step towards Tyson, his hands clenched in fists.
“Logan, stop it,” Madeleine attempts but her voice is lost in the rising tensions.
“Gladly if you continue to shout at my friend and accuse her of things that she would never do,” Tyson says, finally lifting himself out of his chair, coming face to face with Logan.
Madeleine had never seen Tyson like this before. She knew hockey was a tough sport, a heavy physical sport that involved a lot of hits and a fair share of fighting. But Tyson wasn’t that type of player. And if he needed to be, it was always on the ice. Off-ice, he was his sweet, kind, genuine, goofy self.
But there he was, standing tall and strong in front of Logan, his body language screaming that he wasn’t going to back down and that he could – and would – fight if Logan decided to throw the first punch.
All for her.
There is a pause, the tensions high and tight until Madeleine sees a movement out of the corner of her eyes before a burly security guard appears in her line of vision, coming to stand right next to Tyson and Logan.
“Hey boys, break it up or take it outside,” he says, standing with his own arms crossed in front of his chest, waiting to see what happens and ready to break it up if this did come to blows. Madeleine finishes throwing on her coat and slings her purse over her shoulder before tentatively reaching out to touch Tyson’s arm.
“Tyson, please, let’s just leave,” she says, her voice soft. “Please.”
Tyson’s eyes flick over to her, his gaze softening before giving the barest of nods. After shooting one last glare over towards Logan, he throws on his own coat. Madeleine doesn’t wait for Tyson, starting to move towards the exit as soon as Tyson gave his approval, wanting to leave immediately. She can feel Tyson close on her heels and trusts that he is still behind her. She didn’t want to look back though; looking back meant looking at Logan as well. She just wanted to leave him and this now ruined night in the past.
Madeleine thinks that she is safe and in the clear as her hands land on the exit door. But she doesn’t flee in enough time to not hear Logan call out again. Except this time, his words are directed towards Tyson.
“Hey, enjoy her buddy. And good fucking luck. She’s hot piece of ass but that’s about all she’s got going for her.”
His words sting, more than Madeleine would care to admit. He shouldn’t be able to do that, to make her feel like this after everything that he put her through. But somehow, he still affects her and because of that, she doesn’t react to the biting April chill as she pushed into the night. She doesn’t really register anything except the tears welling in her eyes, not even Tyson yelling her name from behind her.
“Hey! Madeleine. Wait!” he calls until he eventually catches up to her, his hand landing on her shoulder, forcing her to spin to face him. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she lies, trying to push back her tears. It almost works until one drop betrays her and falls down her cheek. Tyson notices and Madeleine can feel his eyes locked onto the trail of wetness the tear leaves on her skin. Without even thinking, Tyson reaches out, his hand cupping her jaw, his thumb brushing away the tear before immediately pulling her into a hug. Madeleine has to stop herself from breaking down again as she feels his arms wrapped tightly around her. She nestles herself closer into his chest as he gently rocks her body back and forth, murmuring into her hair.
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”
Madeleine lets Tyson hold her, allowing herself time to take a few deep breaths, calming herself. Eventually, she untangles herself from Tyson’s arms and takes a few steps back. Tyson doesn’t let her get far though, his hands still gently holding her upper arms, keeping her close. He waits silently until she looks back up at him before he speaks again.
“Can I ask what that was all about?”
“That was my ex. Logan,” Madeleine explains softly. “He cheated on me. For months, I think. And I didn’t even realize it until yesterday. When I caught him in bed with another woman.”
Madeleine looks up at Tyson, watching him slowly connect the dots, the realization washing over his face. Another surge of tears threatens to form and Madeleine pushes it down, sighing, the whirlwind of emotions that she experienced in the past 24-hours finally coming in in full force.
“I thought he might be the one. He was my longest relationship since… well, since you know when,” she sighs. “We were so different but I thought that’s what made us work. That that made us stronger. Y’know, opposites attract, if you can work through your differences you can work through anything, all that bullshit.”
Another sigh escapes Madeleine as she finally breaks Tyson’s hold to turn away from him, staring into the night.
“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see him ever again.”
The silence that stretches between them is lengthy, heavy. Nothing like the silence earlier in the night, on the walk to the bar. Finally, the quiet is effectively shattered by Tyson.
“Move to Colorado with me.”
Madeleine spins around, her expression transforming into one of absolute bewilderment.
“What?”
“Move to Colorado. That way you can make sure you’ll never see him again.”
“Um, are you okay?” Madeleine asks. “Did you have that much to drink?”
“I’m serious,” Tyson says, doubling down on his suggestion.
“Wow, Tyson, I’m now starting to think that you really are trying pick me up.”
“Ha-ha very funny,” Tyson replies, his own expression softening to shoot Madeleine a joking smile. It doesn’t last long and soon his face returns to that serious look, although perhaps a tad gentler than before. “I mean it though. You should move to a new place, a new city. Get a fresh start.”
“Well, that’s a little dramatic. Moving cities to get away from a shitty ex-boyfriend.”
“It’s not just the boyfriend, Madeleine. I know I brought up Logan but that’s because it was a decent reason. But it’s more than that. You deserve better than this. You’re insanely smart, talented, hard-working. Calgary, it’s a great city but is this really where you want to spend the rest of your life?”
“Okay, but… even if I did want to move, I can’t just abandon everything on a whim. I have a life here, I have a job, friends. And despite all of that, you want me to move to your city, your state? On some vague hope that something better might be waiting for me. What’s waiting for me in Colorado?”
There is a pause, the two of them just facing each other. It feels like a stand-off; feels like they are each daring the other to show their hand, lay all their cards on the table.
It feels like the weight of everything still left unsaid.
Tyson is the first to back down, his body language softening as a sigh escapes from his chest.
“Just… think about it, okay? It doesn’t have to be Colorado. I just want to see you happy, whatever that means and wherever that ends up being.”
Another pause, the two of them just waiting once more until Madeleine relaxes as well, giving Tyson a small nod in concession.
“Is it alright if I walk you home?”
Madeleine nods again and her and Tyson fall into step together, walking side by side towards her place. The silence between them continues until Tyson, once again, is the one to break it.
“Hey, I did have a really good time tonight.”
“Besides the whole almost getting into a fight with my ex-boyfriend part?”
“Nah, that added some excitement,” Tyson says and Madeleine looks over towards him in surprise to spy that goofy teasing grin on his face. She giggles, still partially amazed that Tyson is the only one who can manage to pull that genuine laugher from her with such ease, even after all these years.
“You’re an ass,” she says, knocking her body into his, causing him to laugh in turn.
“Yeah, I know. But that’s one of the things that you like about me.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Josty.”
“Hey, it’s Tyson, remember? Madeleine.”  
~~~~~
email from [email protected] to [email protected] on April 24th, 2019
Hey, apparently there’s a research librarian job in Ottawa. You can work for Canadian Government!
email from [email protected] to [email protected] on May 29th, 2019
Scrolling through jobs again and saw an archivist job in Michigan (Whatever an archivist means. Apparently it has something to do with libraries. Just promise that you won’t become a Red Wings fan.) 
email from [email protected] to [email protected] on June 26th, 2019
Hey, saw this and thought I’d send it your way, if you were interested. 
Tumblr media
~~~~~
Tumblr media Tumblr media
taglist: @fallinallincurls​
53 notes · View notes
alittlefrenchtree · 2 months
Note
Curious Anon again! Sorry to send you so many asks but your mind is so interesting! You also said this on that ask about Taylor acting: "Taylor was so organic as Alex I was almost immediately on board with him. For me, it was everything to do with the sincerity and heart with which he played him, rather than being an award worthy performance or not. It wasn’t perfect but it was perfectly Alex so it was good. And I suspect the very few of my issues with it would fall on the directing and the editing of it rather than Taylor’s work". Could you please elaborate on how you suspect the few issues you have with Taylor's performance as Alex could fall on the directing and editing of the movie rather than Taylor's work please? I have my suspicions cause I've thought the same as well, but I would love to hear what you think.
Please don’t apologize I love these kind of questions 🙏 Thank you for asking them 💜
[yes, I did take photos of my screen with my phone because you can’t screenshot on prime video and I’m too lazy to find a cleaner solution]
The main moment I had in mind when I wrote this was the "Alex is so in love he could die" shot. Yeah, yeah I know. Let me explain before y'all jump in my inbox.
Tumblr media
First time I saw this shot, I knew what the movie was trying to tell me but the message never reached me. And it was so weird because I was very much in tune with with Alex’s feeling at the moment. Karaoke!Henry was my Oh. moment about Henry and the moment I, too, fell a bit in love with him as well. So I was very much on board with the projet. And the worst part of it is I see everything Matthew and Taylor have done and why it has worked on most people.
I know how it supposed to contrast with how animated Alex’s face is in every other scene of the movie. And there, everything slow down, quiet down and he’s stunned by the weight of what he just realized. I know, and it’s there and yet it didn’t work on me. It never does actually. And to be honest, I don’t know what could have been made differently to reach me. But I think my issue isn’t with Taylor’s acting because, making Alex’s feelings for Henry very visible on his face isn’t an issue for me anywhere else in the movie. My best guess is that there is another take of this shot that was made for me but has been cut off and left on the floor of the editing room. But I don’t know what the directions given by Matthew were and sometimes, a scene doesn’t work also because of this. And given how many times I disagree with Matthew’s directing over the course of the movie, it wouldn’t be really surprising. 
Like in this?
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Who even did the blocking of this scene? Why nobody saw this and said this look ridiculous? It doesn’t make any sense to me.
Same vibe for the reunion hug at Kensington. As soon as I heard "I’m coming to London tonight" I was SO HYPED. I wanted to feel everything with them and— the camera was set a million miles away from them in a very awkward angle and an unpratical setting that deflected most of the intensity of the scene for me?
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I’m not sure what was the intention here. I guess there was the symbolism of the stairs with Alex climbing them and Henry running down to him and the parallel with the KP night scene and the idea of being a distant (un-allowed) witness to something very intimate and maybe the idea of making it a bit messy and not hollywoodish for realism? I also imagine Henry collapsing on Alex made more sense on stairs but— I don’t know. I would have been happier with a different setting.
So yeah, these are a few moments I didn't get the feeling(s) the movie was trying to make me feel but didn’t quite succeed certainly because of elements that weren’t related to the cast's work.
Anyway, thanks again for reading my posts so throughtfully and sending these asks, it was fun 💜
7 notes · View notes