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in the quiet of us - choi seungcheol imagine
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You and Seungcheol have been dating for nearly a year, and on the surface, the two of you seem to be an ideal coupleâyouâre the shy, introspective type, while heâs outgoing, expressive, and always the center of attention.Â
Your love for Seungcheol is quiet. Itâs gentle, steady, and sometimes, you feel like itâs almost too quiet to be enough for someone like him. You have always loved him in a subtle, understated way, hoping that your affection is enough without needing to shout about it. Seungcheol, on the other hand, is the type who wears his heart on his sleeve. Heâs affectionate, always complimenting you and showing his love in grand, showy gestures.Â
He never shies away from declaring his feelings to the world.
You will never tell him your reasons for holding back when the truth is you love him with every piece of yourself. Youâre terrified that your calm, reserved nature wonât compare to the passion and intensity of his past relationships. You about his ex-girlfriend, the one he once spoke of like she was his soul mate. Cheol has always been open about his past, and while he never directly compares you to her, you canât help but feel like there are times youâre falling short of the vibrant, adventurous, free-spirited image of the girl whoâs still a part of his memories.Â
You and Seungcheol are sitting together on the couch, having just returned from a weekend getaway. Youâre quiet, lost in thought.
"That trip was amazing, huh? I love how we just got to be spontaneous and go wherever we felt like." Cheol says while looking through the photos of your quick weekend getaway with some of his friends, you watch the big smile on his faceÂ
"Yeah... it was nice." softly you say, Cheol being the mind reader he is, immediately looks at you when he hears your voice
Leaning closer to you he asks, "You donât sound convinced. Whatâs on your mind?"
âIâve been thinking a lot about... us, actually."
Cheol felt his heart skip a beat, and not in a good way. Thereâs so many breakup scenes that start off with those same words
"Us? What about us?" he asks
"I know youâve had past relationships. I know you loved⌠you loved her. And I... I donât know, Seungcheol. I canât help but feel like... maybe my way of loving you isnât enough."
Your sudden confession makes him sit straight up, wondering where all of this is coming from, "What do you mean? Of course, itâs enough. You love me in your own wayâ"
"But itâs so quiet. Iâm not like the others. Iâm not as... exciting or loud or memorable. I donât do the big, dramatic gestures like they did. Iâm just... me." you cut him off
You see hurt flash across his eyes, wishing you never said anything. You shouldâve just said nothing. To avoid his stare, you look down at your hands that were resting on your lapÂ
"Youâre not being fair to yourself. Youâre everything I want, just the way you are." he whispers, feeling more sad and disappointed that you think that way about yourself when youâre quite literally everything to him.
Softly, almost to yourself you say "Iâm just scared that youâre going to wake up one day and realize that Iâm nothing like the girls youâve loved before. That youâll want... someone more. Someone who loves you in a bigger, louder way."
He looks at you, a thousand things running through his mind.
"Look at me." he tells you but you donât move from where youâre sitting
"I just... I donât know if I can keep pretending that everythingâs fine when I feel so... small in your love."Â
Gently turning your chin to face him, he smiles at you
"You donât have to pretend with me. Not ever."
"But what if Iâm not what you need? What if you want someone whoâ"
Cutting you off gently, he speaks again "I donât want anyone else. I want you. I love you, the way you love me, and itâs more than enough. You donât need to be like anyone else, because thereâs no one like you. You love me in a way thatâs so quiet, so steadyâitâs the kind of love Iâve always needed, even if I didnât realize it until now."
You canât stop the tears falling down on your cheeks, Cheol does that for you. He wipes them away one by one, with each one he says a vow in his mind to never let anything or anyone even himself make you cry in this lifetime.Â
"But... I donât know how to love any other way. Iâm not like you. I canât... do all the big things you do for me." you whimper
"You donât need to. I donât need grand gestures. I donât need loud. I need you, exactly as you are." he shakes his head, holding your face between his hands
He waits for you to say anything else but you donât. You just embrace him, letting yourself fall apart infront of the only man who knows how to fix it all. And he lets you be. He lets you cry in his arms until you fall asleep, he lets you let go of what youâre feeling. Whispering words of assurance and affirmation, letting you know youâre not alone.Â
Youâll never feel alone as long as you have him.Â
The next morning, after a long conversation, you and Seungcheol are sitting in the kitchen together. He already made breakfast for the two of you.Â
You look at him, still feeling a bit unsure but more at ease.
âSo... youâre okay with the way I love you? Even if itâs not loud?" youâre the first one to speak
Softly smiling, he takes your hand "Your love is exactly what Iâve always needed. You love me with a softness, a patience, and Iâm so grateful for it. I love how you take the time to listen to me, to show you care in the quietest ways. You donât have to change who you are for me. I want you."
This makes you smile, little by little your worries disappear. You know itâs going to take some time before you feel okay, itâs a war between you and mind and yet hereâs Cheol ready to fight that battle with you.
"Iâve always loved you like that. I just didnât think it would ever be enough." you whisper
He walks over to your side, leaning in and kissing your forehead) "Itâs more than enough. Youâre more than enough. Always have been." he tells you
Later that day, Seungcheol left to get some errands done. When he comes back, he surprises you with a small gestureâno grand gesture, just a simple note with a favorite flower from the garden.
"Seungcheol, this is... really sweet." you smile up at him
Leaning against the doorframe, looking at you with affection "I know itâs not a big, loud thing, but I hope it says what Iâve been trying to tell you: I love you exactly as you are. In your quiet, beautiful way."
"I love you, too. In my own way." chucking softly, you shoot him a smile. Walking towards where he was, you throw your arms around him. His arms immediately wraps around you,Â
"And Iâll never want anything else."
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Big Mama Pt. 7
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC
Wordcount: +3.7K
Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), P in V, oral (male receiving), Dom!Terry, breeding kink, spanking, bondage, degradation, rough sex, slight fluff at the end
A/N: I don't know how many parts there will be. However, I'm open to critiques. I am a little đ¤đ˝ sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.𼺠Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.
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âGet up!â Terry said grabbing my arm. âOw!â I whined. âShut the fuck up! You gone have something to cry for soon,â he said looking down at me. We were chest to chest, and the side of my hip was pressed against the dining table. The sexual tension was becoming more and more unbearable as Terry's eyes burned into mine. âJust remember I love you, kitten,â he said leaning into my ear. His gaze darkened with lust and became penetrating and menacing.
It was as if Terry could see right through me. I fiddled with my hands while my gaze fell to the ground. âWhat's wrong, kitten? Are you nervous? Huh?â he asked lifting my chin to meet his gaze. I looked away quickly. I was unsure of how to answer that. I was slightly nervous but wasn't about to let him know.
âNo, sir,â I said locking eyes with him. âGood. I don't want you to be nervous.â I want you to be fuckin' terrified,â he said pushing me onto the kitchen table, so I was flat on my back. He leaned over me and snatched the tie from the curtains. âDon't fuckin' move!â he yelled as he grabbed my hands. He tied the rope around my wrists with my palms together.
Terryâs hands moved through the side slit of my dress. Locating my panties, I felt his fingers loop around the seat of the fabric. âYâknow⌠I honestly don't understand why you still wearâem. Iâm just gonna rip⌠them off!â he said snatching them from my body. The sound of the fabric ripping was deafening as it coursed through my eardrums. The kitchen table slammed into the wall forcefully.
The level of excitement and arousal I was experiencing was astronomical. I couldn't think of anything that would ever top this. His dick hadn't even touched me yet, and I was losing my mind. The heightened intensity of Terry's aggression was animalistic in nature, provoking a craving I had never felt. My heart was pounding, my skin was tingling, and my pussy was throbbing uncontrollably. He was tha much closer to fully unleashing the fervid beast within him. I was really about to let this man do whatever the fuck he wanted to meâ no holds barred.
Before I could react, I was tossed over Terryâs shoulder. His arm looped around my waist as he carried me with no effort. My bound hands were hitting the back of Terryâs legs as he ascended the stairs. âTerry!â I whimpered. âYe⌠What did you just call me?â Terry snapped as his movements ceased. We were positioned at the top of the stairs.
âThat's not my name. You know better,â Terry said placing me on my feet before him. I staggered before regaining my balance. âSorryâ ,â I said taking a deep breath. âSo, you're gonna refuse to say it? Is that what we're doing? Oh, I hope you know⌠I honestly do. You're asking for it, baby!â Terry said stepping closer to me. âI don't deserve respect. Is that what your tellin' me? You don't respect me?â Terry asked grabbing my chin. âLook at me when I'm talkin' to you!â Terry yelled. âSorryâ. Sorry, Daddy. I won't do it again,â I said looking Terry directly in the eyes. âOh, that's not gonna work. On your knees, then apologize!â Terry said snapping at the floor. From that move alone, I didn't know whether I was shocked, offended, or turned on.
I looked down at the floor. I balanced my hands in front of me before slowly getting on my knees. I rested my weight on my calves and held my hands in my lap. âI'm sorry, Daddy. Forgive me for not calling you by your proper name,â I said letting my gaze linger on Terry's feet. âUnfortunately, apologies mean nothing to me. Actions speak louder than words. Let's go!â Terry said snatching me up by my arm.
He pulled me towards the open door of the master bedroom. He was practically dragging me in. He turned towards me and looped his arm around my waist., pushing me towards the bed. I sat at the foot of the bed and anxiously watched Terry's every move. He leaned over me, bringing his mouth to my ear. His hands fumbled with the knots that secured the rope around my wrists. âStrip,â he rumbled through gritted teeth.
I flexed my freed wrists as I slowly pushed the top of my dress down. The fabric bundled up around my hips like a cloud. Terry's eyes fell to my breasts. I lifted my hips to push the dress off and onto the floor. âThis is your last chance to back out. Whatchu gone do, huh? I'm not gonna force you. If you're scared, let me know now,â he said standing to his full height. I held my breath as I struggled to formulate an answer. Unfortunately for me, my mouth was still in brat mode.
âDo I look scared? Or, are you just too weak to finish what you started? Don't use me as an excuse,â I said looking under my lashes at Terry. His stance stiffened as he began clenching and unclenching his fists. I watched his hands intently. I knew he wanted to hem my thick ass up.
Terry's face was obscure of emotions, almost indecipherable. I couldn't tell if he was pissed or impressed. He closed his eyes slowly and released a silent breath. His head rolled on his shoulders as if he was loosening up. I pulled my legs under me and began scooting back on the bed. Yeah, I fucked up. Terry's eyes opened and his irises had darkened to bronze. Shit! A menacing smirk spread across his face. All pretenses of softness and kindness were no longer present. âTerryâ was gone.
Terry walked away and stepped into the closet. I could hear him searching through bags. He reappeared with two sets of handcuffs. Without saying a word, he used one hand and grabbed both of mine. He pulled me by arms and up to the headboard. He leaned over me and handcuffed me to it. Each hand outstretched away from me and restricting my movements. Terry pulled my body up slightly so my back was against the headboard. I was positioned in a t-pose.
He stood up beside the bed, looking down at me. âYou look so pretty when you're scared, Mama. Too fuckin' pretty, honestly. Those lips, eyes, and this body do something to me. Something so carnal that I don't think I'll ever get enough of you,â he said rubbing his hands up and down my body. Soft, firm squeezes followed his gentle caresses. âToo bad, though. âCause tonight I want you sloppy, disgusting, nasty even,â he said kissing my lips. I let out a small moan as I was being sucked into this fantasy, so quickly and so intensely.
Terry's hands moved down to my thighs and rubbed slowly. His hand slipped between my legs. The tips of his fingers grazed the lips of my pussy. I was beginning to squirm under his touch. âPlease, do something. Anything!â I whimpered. Terry's eyes slowly rose to meet mine. He laughed at my begging. âYou're gonna wish you neva said that,â he said as he climbed onto the bed. His legs rested on each side of my waist so he was straddling me.
âLook at me,â he said lifting my chin. He pushed the pillows between my back and the headboard before moving up a little more so that he was right in front of me. I was at eye level with his dick print. âI want you paralyzed by the end of the night. I want your throat sore, pussy swollen, and ass stinging. Since you like talkin' back, let's start with that throat,â Terry said unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. Naked and afraid was an understatement for how I was feeling.
He pulled down his pants and boxers altogether so they were resting on his thighs. His dick was already hard as a brick. His enjoyment was evident from the amount of precum leaking from his tip. âOpen!â Terry barked. My eyes tracked the movements of his dick, swaying in my face.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue while making eye contact with Terry. He placed his hand at the base of his dick and began rubbing it across my tongue. I could feel his precum dripping on my tongue. âYou don't even realize what I'm about to do to you,â he said pushing his entire dick into my mouth without warning. I gagged around him. âUnh unh, what you gagginâ for? You don't remember what you did that night? Why can't you handle this dick now?â Terry said fucking my mouth. My head was pressed against the headboard as he used me. Spit bubbles were forming as drool pooled from the corners of my mouth.
He was using my mouth like a pussy. I would probably be drowning in my saliva if I wasnât sitting up. I wanted to smile so bad, but his dick was starting to hit the back of my throat with force. I moaned around his dick and slurped up the spit seeping from the corners of my mouth. âOh, you like this. Don't you, you nasty bitch!â Terry said smiling down at me. His hand snaked around the back of my head, acting as a barrier between my head and the headboard.
Unbeknownst to me, he was locking me into a fixed position. He placed his other hand on the wall above the bed. Using this position as leverage, Terry's thrust grew harder. I couldn't move my head even if I wanted to. THIS WAS THE EPITOME OF FACE FUCKING. I opened my mouth wider and began breathing through my nose. I relaxed my throat as much as possible, but it was getting hard. Terry's head fell back. The grunts and moans he let out were fueling me to keep going. I had never heard Terry's moans become this deepâ not even the first night.
Tears were falling from my eyes as I clamped them shut. I was taking this shit like a fuckin' champ. Terry pulled back a little to release his dick from my mouth, causing me to gasp for air. âSpit and breathe,â Terry ordered. I opened my mouth, letting all of his precum and my saliva fall from my mouth. âGood girl. Don't relax, yet. I'm not done witâ you yet,â he said pushing his dick back in.
Terry was keeping his promise. My throat was getting sorer the more he thrust. That's when I realized what he did. He wasn't giving me a fuckin' breather or break; he was edging himself so that he could keep going. This man really was a monster!
âOh, you can handle it. Right, Big Mama?â he laughed. The look he was giving me was so devious. He knew what the fuck he was doing. I clenched my fists, tugging at the cuffs. His thrusts slowed, and his hips stiffened. He grabbed the hair at the back of my head. He yanked my head back and pulled out. He palmed his dick, aiming it at my open mouth. His cum spewed out in milky ropes. It landed on my tongue and lower face. âThat's it, baby. Nasty just how I like it,â Terry groaned rubbing his dick through his cum and smearing it all over my face.
Terry slid back from me and got off the bed. He stood on the side of the bed and finished undressing himself. I took full advantage of this break to recollect myself. Terry turned back to face me and undid the cuffs. He placed them on the nightstand. Turning away from me, he grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the center of the bed. I gasped in shock. What the hell was he about to do now?
âTurn over and arch!â Terry demanded. I turned over and arched my ass in the air. âI can't wait to see what you look like after this,â he said palming my ass. Getting back onto the bed, Terry positioned himself behind me. I was still a bit confused by Terry's statement. What did he mean by that?
Before I could finish my thoughts, Terry's hand came down on my left ass cheek.
smack
âShit! No warning, Daddy?â I whimpered. âWhat for? There's nothing you can't handle, remember?â Terry mocked. He was definitely about to make me eat my words.
smack
âSorry, two!â I yelled looking back at Terry. He scoffed at me. âFuck you countinâ for? I'm not stoppinâ âtil I'm tired,â Terry laughed. I know that fear was etched on my face, but there wasnât anything I could do but take it.
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Over 20 smacks later
Terry was unleashing hell with every hit, causing me to lose count. Honestly, he was right. There was no point in counting. So when I got to 23, I stopped. I was too far gone to remember or focus, and maybe he knew I would be.
My face was in the sheets, and my tears were creating a wet spot beneath me. âYou done talkin' shit, or do we need to keep goinâ?â he asked. âNo, I'm sorry!â I begged. âThat's what the fuck I thought!â Terry grunted back.
The entire time he was spanking me his dick was pressed against my ass and pussy. I could feel every movement he made, no matter how small. He was definitely getting off on this, and so was I. As much as I was enjoying this, I wanted Terry inside me. NOW! I needed him. I felt like I was on fire. If you told me I would find pleasure in getting my ass beat, I wouldn't have believed a word you said. This was differentâ a good different. A different I could get used to.
I was in my head when I felt Terry's hands in my hair again. âHey, do you hear me talkin' to you?â he snapped. Fuck! I had no clue what this man had said to me. Pleasure had taken over, and I had dissociated for a moment. âSorry,â I whimpered out. âBreathe. I need you alive. You can die on your own time,â he said. I could literally hear him smiling.
I looked back over my shoulder with my eyebrows knitted together. âFix your face, or do I need to?â he asked rubbing his hands all over my ass. He drew his hand back. âNo!â I screamed, pushing away.âAww, look at you! Who's scared, now? Huh?â he laughed. I hated it when he laughed like this. It pissed me off to no end. It made me feel like he was laughing at me.
âShut up and fuck me already!â I yelled. I paused at my own remark. I was so caught up in the thought of him laughing at me that I probably made my biggest mistake of the night. âI mean⌠I was gonna do that anyway. But now⌠imma fuck the shit outta you, so don't run,â Terry said grabbing my hips. He reached between us and placed his dick at my entrance.
I knew not to expect him to take it easy. He pushed in without stopping and instantly bottomed out. âFuck!â I moaned. Every inch of him was buried inside of me. I leaned forward, trying to find relief. âNah, where you goinâ? You told me to shut up and fuck you, right? So, whatchu runninâ for?â Terry said pulling me back.
His hips went to work. There was no build-up or time to adjust. âDaddy! Oh, shit!â I shrieked. Terry's dick was hitting spots I didn't know I had. My pussy began clenching around him. âAhh, fuck! You good pussy havinâ bitch!â Terry mumbled. How the fuck was I this close? He had just entered me, and I was already close to cumming. How?!
Terry pounded into me like he was trying to make a second hole. I put my hand behind me, reaching for his stomach. Without a word, he grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back. If he kept pounding me like this, there was no way I was lasting longer than a few minutes.
I could feel Terry moving behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at the full-length mirror in the corner. Terry turned back around to see me looking at him. As soon as that smirk returned, I knew he was up to no good.
His arms looped through mine as he lifted me from the bed. He carried me to stand in front of the mirror. âMama, we need to have a serious talk. You remember what I asked you for earlier?â he asked. âWhat are you talkin' about, Daddy?â I questioned in confusion. âHaving my baby. Remember that?â he said, grinning from ear to ear. âYes, butâŚâ I started to speak before he cut me off. âBut nothing. Here's the deal, Mama. You can't cum until you agree to it,â he said reaching between us.
He pushed himself back in, causing us both to moan in unison. âDamn it. That's not fair. Ahh, fuck!â I moaned. âLife isn't fair, baby girl. I told you what I wanted, and you ain't leavinâ this room âtil I get it,â he said bending me over. He was once again fucking me mercilessly. Bottoming out with every stroke. His thrusts were not letting up. âLook at yourself. Come on, look!â Terry said gripping my hair. He pulled me up so my back was against his chest. Finally slowing down his strokes, he forced me to look in the mirror. âTell me we wouldn't make some pretty babies? Unh unh, look. Don't close those eyes. Look at yourself, pretty girl. You tellin' me you wouldn't want a little you runninâ around? Huh?â Terry asked while still slowly fucking me. The pleasure I felt was more intense than anything I had ever experienced. I don't know if it was the mirror or a combination of tonight's activities, but something was making me delirious. Here I was once again succumbing to the sorcery of Terry's dick.
âTalk to me. You want me to call you Big Mama, right? Right? That's what you want, Mama?â Terry asked speaking directly into my ear. The warmth of his breath radiated through my body. It was like I could feel everythingâ the way every vein in Terry's dick was protruding, the way the muscles in my pussy were contracting, the way Terry's balls smacked against my pussy, and the way I was surrendering to my own pleasure.
âFuck it! Cum in me, Daddy. I want it!â I yelped. I needed to cum badly, and I could tell Terry needed to, too. His strokes were getting sloppy, and his hips were stuttering. âYeah, you want Daddy to fill you up?â Terry said kissing my neck. âYes, please. Cum in me. I wanna⌠ahhhâŚ. I wanna have your baby!â I yelled. â Then, take this dick, baby girl. You can do it,â Terry said, grabbing my hips. He reached around and began rubbing my clit while maintaining his paceâ slow and deep. âIâm cumming,â I said panting. âI know, baby. I know. So is Daddy,â Terry said tightening his grip on my waist.
With one final thrust, Terry and I both came undone. His arms held me in place as his head fell on my shoulders. His embrace was strong and intentional like he was seeking completion.
Minutes passed as we stood there in bliss, coming down from our highs. Terry's arms slowly loosened from around me. I stumbled a little, almost falling forward. âYou good?â Terry asked, turning me around to face him. âYeah. My legs hurt. Well,⌠truth be told, all of me hurts,â I giggled. âIt's okay. Daddy's gotcha,â Terry said, picking me up bridal style.
He walked back to the bed and gently sat me in the center before lying beside me. âCome here, Mama. I know I chose a crazy moment to bring up babies. But, let me know now. Were you serious?â he questioned. I laid back and put my leg over Terry's waist. âI mean⌠I don't know. I wanna say no, but deep down, I wanna say yes, too. Maybe?⌠You don't think it's too soon?â I questioned back, laying my head on his shoulder. âBabygirl, the choice is yours to make. Your body, your choice. If you feel it's too soon, that's fine with me. I can wait,â he said kissing my forehead. âDo you really want to be a father?â I asked him. âI've always wanted to be a dad. I just never felt comfortable enough to do it,â he said looking down at me. âSo, what's making you so comfortable now?â I challenged. âYou don't get it. Do you?â he asked, smiling down at me. âGet what?â I asked.
Terry lifted me so that I was straddling his waist. âYou don't see yourself the way I see you. You exude this aura of love and kindness that draws people to you. Your love language is love itself. And to me, you are love⌠I hope that makes sense,â Terry said stroking my cheek. âIt⌠it does,â I said as I started to cry. âOh, no. Mama, I didn't wanna make you cry. I just wanted you to know how much I love you,â Terry said pulling me into a hug. âI love you, too. That was⌠that was just⌠a lot⌠for me,â I stuttered between sobs.
Terry's arm engulfed me deeper into his embrace. This was probably the safest and most loved I had ever felt. So, maybe, just maybe⌠ONE WON'T HURT.
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Do you have any tips on how characters react after a heat in the moment first kiss?
Hey there! I'm so glad you reached out about depicting characters' reactions after an unexpected first kiss. This is such an important and tricky moment to get right in any romance story.
I don't talk enough about romance, so I've very excited to write a blog post about this, especially since in almost all my writing projects I utilize a romantic subplot.
Understanding the Emotional Impact
First things first, it's important to recognize just how powerful and transformative that first kiss can be for your characters, even if it's spur-of-the-moment or unplanned. A kiss like that has the power to shift the entire dynamic between two people, unlocking a whole new level of vulnerability, intimacy, and emotional intensity.
Think about it - your characters have probably been building up tension, attraction, and unspoken feelings for each other over time. And then, in one electric moment, all of that comes bubbling to the surface. Suddenly, everything changes. The world seems to slow down, and all that matters is the connection between them.
Whether your characters have been pining for this moment or it takes them completely by surprise, that first touch of their lips is guaranteed to trigger a whirlwind of emotions. Excitement, nervousness, relief, uncertainty - it's a veritable emotional rollercoaster.
And of course, the way each character responds will depend on their individual personality, past experiences, and overall mindset. A shy, cautious character might be utterly flustered and overwhelmed. A bold, adventurous one might be thrilled and eager for more. And someone with trust issues or a painful romantic history might panic and pull away.
The key is to really get inside your characters' heads and hearts, understanding how this monumental moment resonates with them on a deep level. That's what's going to make their reactions feel raw, authentic, and achingly real for your readers.
Crafting Nuanced Reactions
(The examples I use are very cliche, and personally not my writing style, but they're simply for your reference to get a rough idea of what I'm trying to indicate)
Okay, now that we've established the emotional gravity of that first kiss, let's dive into some specific techniques for portraying your characters' reactions. Here are a few ideas:
Focus on the sensations. When a character experiences something as intense as an unexpected first kiss, their physical responses are going to be heightened. Capture the racing heartbeat, the trembling hands, the tingling skin - all those little visceral details that make the moment palpable.
For example (Very cliche but, just for reference): "Her lips were soft and warm against his, sending a shiver down his spine. His heart pounded in his ears, fingers trembling as he cupped her cheek, hardly daring to breathe."
Showcase their inner turmoil. Don't just describe what's happening externally - give us a window into your character's jumbled thoughts and feelings. Are they overjoyed? Confused? Terrified? Let us see the full emotional spectrum unfolding.
Like this: "Panic rose in her chest as his lips met hers, every nerve ending firing at once. What was happening? This couldn't be real - it had to be some kind of dream. But the way her skin tingled, the way her stomach fluttered, told her this was very much reality."
Use body language and subtle reactions. Characters don't always have to respond with grand, over-the-top gestures. Sometimes the most meaningful reactions come through in the little, unconscious movements - a shy glance, a gentle touch, a subtle smile.
For instance: "For a long moment, they simply stared at each other, frozen. Then, slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, eyes sparkling with a mix of wonder and delight."
Lean into the awkwardness. First kisses, even magical ones, can also be a little clumsy and uncertain. Embrace that sense of fumbling vulnerability - it makes the moment all the more endearing and relatable.
Something like: "Their noses bumped as they leaned in, hearts racing. He hesitated, suddenly unsure, but then her hand slid around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a tentative, exploratory kiss that sent tingles down his spine."
Contrast reactions between characters. If you have two characters with very different personalities or perspectives, lean into that contrast to create compelling dramatic tension. How might a guarded, cynical character react compared to an optimistic romantic?
For example: "She froze, eyes wide with shock. This was the last thing she'd expected - to be kissed by her best friend, of all people. Panic fluttered in her chest, desperate to pull away. But then she saw the vulnerability in his gaze, the slight tremble in his hands, and her heart melted. Slowly, hesitantly, she kissed him back."
The key is to get creative, have fun, and be able to let your characters' unique voices and perspectives shine through.
Additional Resources
And of course, don't hesitate to reach out if you have any other questions! I'm always happy to chat more about anything writing related.
--Rin T.
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Pas de Deux Chapter 6
Din Djarin x f!reader | 2.5k | fic masterlist | main masterlist | ao3
chapter summary: You can't avoid it any longer -- it's time for you and Din to talk.
a/n: I feel like this is the moment many of you have been waiting for, lol. I'm very excited to see your reactions! See my notes at the end and on the masterlist about reader in this fic and ballet in general. Thank you @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta, as always!!
chapter tags/warnings: gen, ballet terms (see end notes and the masterlist for definitions and videos), a bit more angst (sorry), but they are going to talk!
Chapter 6
You thought about your conversation with Kuiil as you walked to your rehearsal with Adrian, as you stretched and practiced in your morning classes, and as you took the stage over the weekend in Vinceâs piece in the mixed program. You thought about it as you watched Din and Yuna in the Balanchine ballet and as you did your PT for your ankles and as you talked with Talia about your role in Midsummer. You thought about it as you sat on the bus home at night, so tired and achy that you needed something to think about to keep you awake.
You thought about it so much you barely had time to think about anything else.
Was Kuiil right? Was Din more uncertain than frustrated? Was he finding it difficult to communicate and connect in a way he hadnât before, at CBC? You thought about seeing him on stage with Yuna, and how effortless that had seemed. But Balanchineâs choreography, more than so many others, was so technical, so focused on precision. There was so much less room for the dancer in a ballet where all of the space was taken up by striving for technical perfection.Â
In class, you let your eyes stray to Din for the first time in two weeks. You watched as he stretched and jumped and wondered if perhaps you had just been talking past each other.
What if heâs trying, and you simply havenât realized it? What if he just doesnât know how?
Heâs never done this before, you reminded yourself.Â
Your mind was swimming as you stepped into the studio for your fourth rehearsal with Kuiil. You found Din was already there, as usual, and tried not to stare as you worried over your questions. You resolved to be more observant, this time.
And this time, because you were looking for it, you finally saw what Kuiil was talking about.
More than once, as you danced, Din reached for you, literally and figuratively. You leapt past and he oriented his body towards yours, echoing your movement. He turned, but kept his eyes on you as he did. You could see him trying in the ways he knew, to shape his movements around yours, to showcase his partner on stage, but his discomfort with improvisation shone through. The problem was that all of his movements were so stylistically different from yours, that there was little for you to hold on to. And so the two of you struggled to react to each other, as Kuiil had asked.
You tried. You tried to respond to him, to react, but it threw both of you off. He clearly wasnât expecting you to improvise so drastically. Suddenly the dance was disjointed, and you fell so badly out of step in trying to turn towards him when he moved away from you that you stumbled.Â
The music stopped.
Din turned to look at Kuiil and you spun around to do the same.Â
Kuiil simply looked at you both for a moment, and then sighed. âI have pushed you too much, I think, and forgotten the basics of partnership. And you will need to work together, to connect more deeply, as we begin the second movement.â You started to shake your head, but Kuiil held up his hand. âNo. Here is what we will do, as you prepare for Midsummer and Swan Lake.â
And then he gave you homework.
âŚ
âSo, what, is Kuiil going to lock you in a room until you talk to each other?â Adrianâs voice was teasing, but you could tell he meant it.
âNot quite,â you said. âBut instead of rehearsal next week weâre supposed to try to get to know each other. To talk.â
He smirked at you. âOoooh, to talk.âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âYes?â You poked him in the side and he yelped. âStop teasing me and help me figure out what to talk to him about.â
He laughed. âI think you know what to talk about. You just have to figure out how to get him to talk at all.â
You shook your head. âHeâs talked to me. Just not about⌠this.â You waved your arm at all of the problems youâd been having in rehearsal.
Adrian seemed to consider that for a moment. âYou know, youâre right. He does talk to you, in a way he doesnât talk to anyone else.â He furrowed his brow. âMaybe all you need to do is ask.â
âŚ
You followed Adrianâs advice and started with simply asking Din to meet you at the rehearsal studio, without Kuiil, to talk. He agreed readily and you decided to take that as a good sign.
It was the week of Midsummerâs debut, and you were focused to the point of distraction on your role as Hermia. You appreciated it for taking your mind off of the disaster that was the pas de deux, though, and by the time you found yourself outside of the studio where youâd meet Din you realized youâd barely thought about the meeting at all.
(Well, not much. Not as much as the week before, at least.)
He was, as usual, already inside.
You closed the door behind you and dropped your bag and shoes before moving to join him where he sat with his back to the mirror. As you slid down beside him, he nodded in greeting.Â
âSo,â you said, when it became obvious Din wasnât going to jump in first. âI think we both know what the problem is, but where do we start?â
You looked at Din and took a moment to observe him up close. He was staring straight ahead, but you didnât think he was looking at anything in particular. He seemed too inside his own mind for that.
Just when you began to worry that youâd have to push him, that this wasnât going to work because he wasnât going to meet you halfway, he spoke.
âIâm sorry.âÂ
You blinked, startled â you werenât sure what he was apologizing for. Did he think you meant he was the problem?
âWhat? Din, noââ
He shook his head and finally turned to look at you. His expression was as closed to you as always. âNo, I want to say this. Let me⌠let me say this. I should have told you this weeks ago, but I canâtâŚâ he trailed off, but this time you didnât interrupt. You turned slightly towards him on the floor, extending your left leg and drawing your right knee to your chest. You gave him your full attention. He looked down at his hands and continued, softly. âIâve never done anything like this before. Iâve been so worried that I wonât be able to⌠to let go of my training. To dance in any other way. To do anything else.âÂ
You wanted to reach out to him, but you were worried he would startle if you did. You laced your own fingers together and squeezed your hands around your knee.
âI can see the problems, but I donât know how to fix them. I donât know how to move like you do. I donât know how to do anything but what Iâve always done. I donât knowâŚâ Suddenly he looked up at you, and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sheer emotion in his eyes. âI want to dance this with you. I want to partner with you. But I canât seem to figure out how â not because of you. Because of me.â
You were reaching before you could stop yourself and lightly rested your hand on his forearm. He didnât startle, but he did look down at it, brow furrowed. You forced yourself to leave it there and squeezed his arm lightly.Â
âDin, IâŚâ you werenât sure how to reassure him. Youâd seen his discomfort in rehearsals and you knew this was new to him, even if he hadnât told you so before. You decided to share your own worries instead, since he had just been so open with his own. âThis is the biggest role Iâve ever gotten. I mean, you know Iâve got Hermia, and then the spring fairy in Cinderella⌠but Iâve never been chosen for something like this before. Iâve never had a chance like this.â He lifted his head and met your eyes again, and this time his eyes were soft. It encouraged you to continue. âAnd youâre so good, Iâve been so worried that Iâm notâŚâ you bit your lip and squeezed his arm again when he opened his mouth. You shook your head and he nodded, letting you continue. âThat Iâm not good enough. Iâve had bad reviews before and Iâm not even a principal and I know there are people out there who think Iâm not good enough to be one. Iââ
This time, Din cut you off. âThatâs absurd.â His tone was flat, like his point was so obvious he couldnât believe he had to say it.
You blinked. âWhat?â
He tilted his head, his gaze dancing over your face. He covered your hand on his left arm with his right and squeezed. âOf course you deserve to be a principal. They should have already promoted you. Karga clearly wants to, anyway. Youâre a beautiful dancer.â
Your mouth dropped open. âWhat?â
The corner of his mouth lifted in that barely-there smile and you felt your cheeks start to heat as his praise continued. âIâm surprised you didnât notice me watching you. It wasnât just for our homework. Youâre⌠amazing. I donât know how you put so much emotion into your dancing at the same time as so much such skill and technique. Like in Midsummer, everything you bring to Hermia, itâsâŚâ His eyes scanned your face again, and you wondered if you were gaping at him. It felt like it. âItâs so real. And connected. I feel like a robot, compared to you. Iâve been trying to find that connection for myself, butâŚâ he trailed off again and let his hand slip from where it covered your own. You took your hand back, too.
A connection, he said. âUm, thank you. MaybeâŚâ you started, hesitant. He looked at you again. âMaybe we can help each other. Practice together, outside of our rehearsals.â
He nodded. You nodded back, and then you both laughed, a little. Youâd never seen him laugh before and couldnât help but stare.
You felt a bit shaky after all of that honesty and decided to lighten the air a little. âOk, well, one thing we definitely need to do is get to know each other, right? So weâre comfortable together.â He nodded, and his expression was so open you had to force yourself to keep going, rather than to simply marvel at the fact that heâd dropped his mask. For you. âSo. How about we each get 10 questions, but we can pass if we need to. Ok?â
One side of his mouth lifted in a smile. âYou sound like youâve done this before.â
You shrugged. âItâs a good way to get to know someone, especially when you have to dance with someone new.â
Din nodded. âAlright. You go first.â
Over the next half hour you learned that Dinâs favorite color was black (âcome on, really?â âFine, my second favorite is green.â), he hated smart technology (âI donât want my fridge to talk to me. I want it to be a fridge.â), and his favorite ballet heâd ever been in was, surprisingly, Giselle (âitâs not in the normal repertoire there, and they didnât like how I danced it. But I did. It was the most free Iâve ever felt on stage.â).
You wanted to ask more about why heâd left CBC, but that felt like too much for your first real conversation. You did learn, though, that he had a son.
âGrogu,â he said, âthatâs his name. Heâs five. He loves watching ballet.â Din smiled a little, looking off into the distance. âI donât know if heâll want to dance, but at least he likes watching me do it.â
You smiled. He was more open when he talked about his son, who must have been the little boy you saw him with, back in December. âSounds like he sits through it better than my family.â
Din laughed, and shook his head. âWeâll see if it changes as he gets older.â
âIs that why youâre always in such a hurry?â
He nodded. âMy friend takes care of him during the day, but I hate leaving him for so long. She lives close by so I try to go home for lunch, on the weekends, or to pick him up from school.â
That made sense. A new understanding of Din was forming in your mind â not an avoidant, aloof principal dancer, but a father who wanted to spend time with his son as much as he wanted to dance. Someone with more on his mind than fitting into this new company â you imagined the move must have been difficult on Grogu, too.Â
âHowâs he settling in here?â
Din looked at you, that little half smile back on his lips. âJust fine. He likes his new kindergarten, heâs made some friends. Better than I even hoped, really.â
You nodded. âThatâs good. Iâm glad heâs liking it. I bet that was a difficult transition for him. And you.â
Din sighed. âA bit. But it was necessary.â
Before you could even consider asking what he meant by that, you both heard commotion in the hall. You checked the time and realized you needed to get to your next rehearsal. Din stood first and offered you his hand.
You slid your hand into his, and he squeezed it as he pulled you up.Â
âThis was a good idea,â he said, squeezing your hand again. âDo you think next week will go better?â
You nodded. âI think so. But do you want to meet beforehand, to talk about the choreography? Maybe figure out where we can find each other instead of missing each other.â
He nodded. âIâd like that.â
âŚ
You felt lighter after your conversation with Din. You hadnât solved the problem, of course, but youâd at least talked to each other. It felt like the air was clearer, now that you both knew the other was struggling in some way. Neither of you was alone in it.
Over the weekend you focused on Midsummer â it was a big deal for you, getting cast as Hermia. You were excited to dance through her turmoil. She was so torn, as a character, and you wanted to portray that on stage.Â
As you prepared and stretched on Friday night, you thought about what Din had said â that he couldnât figure out how to dance in a new way, and that he felt like a robot. You shook your head. A robot? You werenât sure what he was feeling while he danced, but Din never looked like a robot when he was performing. Heâd said, too, that he loved being in Giselle, an overall more emotional performance than much of CBCâs usual repertoire. That heâd felt free.Â
You thought about his face, every time youâd seen behind the mask, and you knew he could do it. You just had to help him figure out how to find that connection again, and how to lower the mask more while he was performing.
As you stepped out on stage that night, you let that certainty ground you. As you performed your variation, youâd never felt more like you were floating.
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a/n: they talked!!! what do we think?
Pas de deux & partnering -- Partnering in ballet is hard! There has to be a lot of trust and communication between partners, even though you don't necessarily need to be like best friends. These two are so advanced and have been in companies for so long that they are able to jump into something like this, but they still have to establish a partnering relationship, which is tough! To give you an idea of just some of what goes into partnering, here's a video of "beginning tips" (skip to around ~12:00 for some interesting stuff on balance). Din is used to verrrrry formal partnering, and that is some of the reason for their communication issues.
Midsummer - reader is dancing the role of Hermia in A Midsummer's Night Dream, which can go to either a principal or a soloist, just depending on the company. Here's a nice overview of the two acts and the ballet from the San Francisco Ballet. Here's a video of a dancer breaking down the role. Here's a couple examples of Hermia's famous variation (solo): one, two. Hermia has other big moments in the ballet but I've mostly been mentioning reader prepping for the solo. Companies might also spread out the roles over different nights or weekends -- in this case reader has Hermia for one weekend, like Adrian has Puck for one weekend (which isn't really mentioned in the fic because I didn't think it was relevant). (Is it a little unbelievable that reader is so unsure about her possible promotion if she got this role? Maybe. Soloists could get this role, especially a first soloist!)
Spring fairy - reader is dancing the role of the spring fairy in Cinderella, too. This and Midsummer are big story ballets that would draw an audience. Here's another two performances of the spring fairy variation and all of the fairies in one video from a 2003 Royal Ballet production. Spring starts ~2:30. The wiki page has a nice overview of the numbers in each act, so you can see where the fairies come in. The wiki lists 4 acts, though, and most companies do it like ABT I think -- with 2 acts. And here's a full length recording.
Giselle - Din mentions this briefly and we'll learn more later, but here's an overview of the ballet. (it's one of my favs)
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off limits. ls18. smau.
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going to visit your uncle at work suddenly gets a whole lot more exciting when you meet his teammate
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Of course, because what's getting kisses without giving them too?! And it's true, you do mean a lot to me, and difficult not to care about you a whole lot. The Salem trip was a lot of fun, the best part being the time with you, no doubt. Though I'm missing that and you right now, so I'm glad the weekend's almost here and I get to fly to you. I know we had a bit of time with your premiere, which I'm still so proud of you for, by the way, but it felt like no time at all! I'll always dress up with you any Halloween, I promise that! Plus you have to admit we looked pretty amazing in our costumes. Not surprised you have so many projects lined up with how talented you are, though I'm always grateful for the time we get together. It just means a lot that you're so understanding about distance and you get it since you're an actor too. And well, that now I can be excited whenever I land new roles and share that excitement with you and not worry otherwise! Your support always means the world to me, too. Thank you for always reminding me of those things too, since the last thing I'd want is to lose you. You're too important to me for that, you know? Also glad we'll always work out our schedules somehow. I'm still thrilled you don't complain about my clinginess when I know I can be quite a bit clingy! I can't help myself when it comes to you, though. And if it means being in your arms a lot, I'd never complain about that in the least. I love planning dates for you, in case that wasn't obvious, and I always love the dates you plan too, Joseph. They're so well thought out, and it means a lot to me. The hike and the hot springs was easily my favorite part of it, and I think we should do that again before filming ends here, don't you think? I absolutely still daydream about the hot springs and everything we got up to, and well, since I'm visiting this weekend, we could always recreate those in the tub, don't you think? I'll admit it was exciting thinking maybe someone would come hiking past us, though I liked that it was just the two of us. The smartest move you've ever made, being my boyfriend? Don't mind me blushing about that. I can say the same though, that being your boyfriend is easily one of the best decisions I've made too. I play so much worse when you're distracting me, but again, not a complaint in the least. How are the knitting projects coming along?! Because you're right, it's been chilly here in Canada and those could always come in handy. It never has to be very long for me to miss you, for what it's worth, since I do so much of the time. And you can cuddle with me as much as you'd like when I get there, promise. I won't tell Bach you said my cuddles were better! I'm so glad we got to spend time with Jamie and Anya too, and their haunted adventures are always so exciting! I'm so happy you think they like me too, since I do like them. We'll have to tell him we'd love to see some of the Catacombs then! I'll just make sure to kiss you and hold your hand all the way through. Double dates with our friends make me happy too, so I'm always for those! I'm still laughing thinking about us visiting that pub as well, especially when it flooded and you had to carry me! My hero for making sure I didn't get wet, though. We'll definitely have to make more memories there, without a doubt. I'll never get enough of hearing you tell me I'm sexy, that's just a fact, or get enough of you, either. That's what we'll do this weekend then, sleep in a little and kiss in bed as much as we'd like. Which just means you can silence me with kisses as much as you'd like, too.
Your place in New York is honestly so amazing, and I'm looking forward to when we can be in the city more to spend time in both our places, since I feel like I haven't even properly broken in my apartment, either. Of course I'd be happy to come to London with you when you're missing it, since I love that city too! We'll save the rooftop bar for when it gets warm, and good thing there's plenty to do in the cold months in New York. Like there are so many places that play live music, and I'd love to take you to all of those! It makes me smile that you'd always be willing to fly to where I am too, and needless to say, that's mutual. I'd love to visit more pumpkin patches, given how much fun we had with the ones we've visited! I'm all for another cooking class too, and it's a lot of fun learning new recipes together. We can't know too many of those, right? I'm really excited for taking you to Florida sometime and showing you where I grew up, not to mention meeting Bentley too! He's always so excited every time he sees me, he might be missing me a little. I usually try and do any work they need done at the sanctuary too, which I hope you wouldn't mind helping out! Last time I was there, I helped build a fence, which was really cool. Between that and camping, we'll do it all! I'm already excited for a romantic vacation once we're finished filming, and I'm almost tempted to say it should be somewhere with hot springs since we liked that so much! And you're definitely the best view for being so handsome, there's no doubt about that, and especially when you're blushing. Sussex was such a good time, maybe our vacation should involve that again too?! What do you think? You showed me plenty both in the hot springs and in Salem too, both of which I enjoyed quite a lot. I wish you could wake me up that way every morning, is what I think, since it's far better than any alarm clock. I'd love more of those showers this weekend too, since showering with you is easily one of my favorite things. I'm glad the wanting's mutual too, because there isn't a time I wouldn't want you, love. You can already see a future with me? Don't mind me blushing and hiding my face, and that honestly makes me so happy, especially when I can see a future with you too. I can understand it being scary to say out loud since there's a lot of vulnerability to that, but I understand, and trust me when I say you're not alone in that thought, not in the least. Well, you're a beautiful person, and getting to know you better just always reaffirms that. I'm picturing you pouting in your trailer because I wasn't there, and I just want to kiss you for it. And I always love being on set with you and seeing you work, especially when you're all dressed up like a superhero! I don't think the director is ever going to let me live down that I just abandoned a scene to say hello to you, either! He still asks if you're visiting today and if he should be ready to stop mid-scene. He's hilarious about it though, so at least it's become a funny inside joke! I'm just glad I repaid the favor of you flying out there once we were alone, no question about that since I wanted to. I can't wait until we can break in both of our apartments then! And we can visit the rooftop of mine even if it's chilly, we just won't stay up there for longer than briefly taking in the view, maybe having some hot chocolate. The picnic in Salem was so fun, and honestly, I think picnics with you are my new favorite thing. I'm excited for when I can cook for you more, knowing how special it is to you. Your love language being physical touch was obvious, but I enjoy every second of it, honestly. I'm really glad the weekend's practically here and I'll be on my way to you. I don't know if it's because filming's been going on a while or the material is pretty dark or a combination of both, but I'm just starting to feel a little worn down. So being in Spain with you for a few days is just what I need. | @josephafq
i'm glad that you'll always be happy for getting so many of my kisses -- and you know that i'm very happy to get all those kisses of yours in return! it really makes me smile hearing you say that i mean a lot to you and that you care so much about me, you know? i agree that the weeks leading up to us being together do feel rather long, but i'm really glad we had all the time we did together thanks to the salem trip. and thank you again for dressing up with me, love, this was the best halloween to me. yeah? i feel the same way, and honestly, i know i've got a lot of projects lined up, but whenever i'm not filming and i get more time with you, you know i'll be happy. i'm always going to be understanding when it comes to you, especially when you're worried about something, you know? and i really do understand why you have these hang-ups over a relationship ending because of distance, but i'll admit that it makes me feel a little sad that you felt hesitant to tell me you had a new gig of feel happy about it. because you know i'm always going to support you, yeah? i want to celebrate those new gigs with you, because i'm so proud of you. but i can understand it'll take some time to ease, and i'll just have to make sure you always know that i'm here, i'm not going anywhere, and there's no way that you'll lose me. we'll always make things work when we're apart, love, there's no doubt about that. it's safe to say that i love your clinginess, if that hasn't been obvious by now. plus, i'm pretty happy that you feel better that i'm clingy too, and i love having you in my arms a whole lot. the dates you plan are amazing, and it makes me happy that you like the dates i plan too. oh, i'm still smiling about that date because it was pretty amazing, especially the hike to the hot springs! i got to ask, are you still daydreaming about being in there with me and what we got up to? because i am and wish you were here right now getting up to those things with me again. i'm glad they were mostly private too -- though it did add a little bit of excitement to us playing around and possibly getting caught, right? i love being your boyfriend, baby, there's no doubt about that, and i'll say it was the smartest move i've ever made. what can i say? it's so much fun distracting you, but i love it when you're still able to play some music even with me being distracting. you'll be having some of my knitting projects soon, love, which is perfect because it'll be winter time before we know it! i know it's only been a few days, but i really am missing you right now. i'm glad that i have bach for cuddles, but i'd much rather be getting to cuddle with you. i'm glad that we got to spend more time with jamie and anya while we were in salem, it was neat going on a double date with them that also was a haunted adventure! plus, i think they really like you, and you have no idea how happy that makes me. oh, if i told jamie we wanted to visit catacombs, he'd jump at the chance to take us there, no doubt about that. look at you being my hero though, i love it, and i'll love all the kisses and handholding, of course. i'm glad you're all for more double dates, it makes me happy that we've got so many friends we can have double dates with! it's safe to say that if we go back to that pub, i'll be carrying you again i hope you know, can't have you getting wet and all! plus, it'll be fun to make more memories there together, yeah? i'm just being honest, love, you're so very sexy and i'm always going to tell you that -- Â just like i'm never going to get enough of you either. i miss waking up to you during the week too, and we were spoiled in salem, and i'm already missing it so much again. but i'm glad when i'm able to be with you and i can get all those kisses and get to stay in bed for a while, i love that. yeah? cue me silencing you with kisses all the time then!
i'm glad that you love my new york place already, love, since i really do love the thought of you staying there with me while we're in the city -- i love that i get to share it with you! and i'm so glad that i'll be living so close to you as well, and that we both plan on being in the city when we're not working. though when i'm missing london and we're not working, you'll come back with me, yeah? i'm a little sad it's getting colder in the city as well, because i would have loved to gone back to your favorite rooftop bar one more time! but we'll find something else fun to do next time we're in new york. it's safe to say that i love all the dates that you plan, love, and you know i'll always be happy to fly to wherever you are, no matter where i'm at. i was just thinking that, next year we'll have to visit more pumpkin patches together. what do you think? i'm all for going to another cooking class with you as well, because we really did have a good time -- and i loved that what we made turned out so well, and i know learning to make more things with you will be a lot of fun. i'm really looking forward to going to florida with you, love, i know camping will be fun, but i know i'll love the sanctuary too! plus, i think it's so sweet that bentley might be missing you, and of course i want to meet him too. i'm glad that you like the idea of us having a romantic holiday when we're finished filming, love. and i'm thinking we should brainstorm because i want us to pick a place that we'll both really enjoy. you keep making me blush by saying i'm the best view and calling me so handsome, but i'm always going to think you're the most handsome. i'm really glad that sussex is one of your favorite places to visit now and glad that we made the memories that we did. plus, i love that you'll enjoy having the same room and access to the beach, not to mention that tub. i had a feeling you really liked that tub. oh, i was very much showing you some of those things in the hot springs that weekend -- and i liked to believe i showed you some of those things while we were in salem too. i think i need to start waking you up in the way i woke you up a few times while we were in salem more often. what do you think?
happy to hear that you love taking showers with me, love, and of course i'm pleased you can't resist me whenever i press you against the shower wall, because i love that you can't resist me since i can't resist you. it's just the truth, baby, i'm always going to want you, no matter what and all the damn time. i'm very grateful we've met and we're in each other's lives this way as well, i'm happy you're my boyfriend, and honestly, that i can already see a future with you, you know? which is a little scary to admit out loud, but it's the truth. i'm glad i can have you as much as i'd like, though, love. you're making me blush calling me beautiful, and saying the more you know me the more you feel that way. we really do get each other, and it makes me so happy. i love that you know you can be open with me, just like i love that i can be open with you. can i just say i came into my trailer today and pouted because you weren't there with me? though i'm glad i at least had that friday with you before we went to salem, that was wonderful. hey, i had to think of some reason why you wouldn't hear from me! but i'm glad it was a great surprise, love, and it still makes me laugh a little that you shut down a scene just to run to me. oh, you more than repaid me with what we got up to in your trailer, and i loved every minute of it. i love the idea of breaking in my new york apartment once we have more time, and of course breaking in your apartment a little more too. i've been thinking about that rooftop of yours, honestly. i'm glad we got to have a picnic in salem while we were there, love, and the spooky element just added to it! plus, i'll always love when you pack my favorite things -- but also when you cook for me, it means so much to me. i feel like you're taking care of me, and i love that, it makes me feel so good. i had a feeling words of affirmation was one of yours, love, just like i'm pretty sure another one of mine being physical touch is obvious. i'm glad you feel so lucky to be my boyfriend, love, and i can't help but say it again that i'm missing you so much already. the weekend can't get here fast enough so i can be with you again. || @teaguehq
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Heres a sorta drabble/headcanon of sorts of how I picture MC's relationship with Sylus would devleop~ I'm not much of a writer but the brainrot is real and ive made similar ones for the other boys too!
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Sylus is always prepared for any and every situation that could happen when he works, In all his time reigning over the N109 zone there hasn't been a single thing or person that hasnât been accounted for to some degree- that was until you showed up at least. Like a black cat, you seemed to bring unexpected chaos wherever you stepped.
Of course he couldnât help but do everything he can to keep you by his side, not only to be a formidable ally but simply cause he finds you as a whole fascinating. What kind of things will you say next? How will you get out of this situation? Itâs like a game to him, one that he canât predict or brute force the ending to.
While the two of you didn't get off on the best foot at the start, he proved himself very trusting and that he cared for your well being fairly easily. Sure he would take chances to tease you for the littlest things- even creating various situations just to see your reaction to them, but he still honestly responded to your every question and kept you as best in the loop for things as he was able.
It was strange yet nice to have someone like him by your side, someone so strong and confident that you could trust to cover your back and seemingly trusted you as much to cover his in return. It was a dynamic you werenât that used to yet, sure you had your fellow hunters but no matter how much you fought alongside any of them you just couldnât find yourself fully trusting in their abilities like this.
The more he got to know you the more he found himself thinking about you and the things you like. Often swiping his card first and thinking later any time your face flashed in his mind when perusing wares. He wonders how long it will take you to realize he keeps all of his estates fully stocked with presents and everything you might need in the event you show up to any of them.
âSylus? Why are you calling me so early??â âCheck your door kitten, you should have a package waiting for youâ âDon't tell me its another gun, I keep telling you I can't use these outside of the N109 zoneâ he chuckles deeply âWell I could get you a gun too if you really want one. But no, it's something different this timeâ Curiously you grab the box and start to open it â...A teddy bear?â âDo you not like it? I figured it could add to your growing plush collection.â You let out a small giggle âThat's so sweet of you. But you didn't have to send it to me right away, you could've left it in my room for the next time I came by like usual.â his voice is soft, almost whispering into your ear âI couldn't wait to give it to you is all. Wont you accept my gift?â Your heart pounds âI love it, thank you. Ill be sure to sleep with it every night!â your face is beaming, he cant see it through the phone but he can surely hear it in your voice.
Any time you find yourself without missions long enough to justify the trip, you spend it in the N109 zone with him. You told yourself at first it was just to keep an eye on him and see if you can catch any weaknesses, but you were secretly excited to be spending time with him even if it was just sitting in content silence together while he worked. And despite his unchanging face, Sylus mightâve looked forward to each of your visits even more than you.
It wasnât out of the ordinary to accompany him to various events and gatherings, and it was surely strictly for business at first. Now though? Itâs hard to tell. Not that you mind either way, it just felt nice to have his arm around you and being doted on throughout the night. When people inquired about who you were, he would usually refer to you as his woman in a more joking way at first, but your heart couldn't help but flip the first time he said it more genuinely. While looking right at you with a smile.
One very late night after attending a party, you couldn't help but doze off in the car on the way back to his place. It was much later in the night than you are typically used to, you donât know how he can function at this time of night most days. You canât help but let your mind wander and picture what day to day life with him would be like if you just never went back home.- If you stayed by his side for the rest of time.
He gently carries you inside, but instead of going all of the way to your dedicated room he brings you with him into his. There's no nefarious plans, he just simply wants to have you by his side longer and has wished to wake up to your face for far too long. A faint hum stirs you from your dreams as you are being gently placed onto the comfort of his mattress. A small kiss pressed to the top of your head as the blankets pulled over you before he quietly climbs in beside you.
Did you even wake up in the first place? Even if it was still a dream it meant everything to you, and you reach an arm out pulling yourself close to him and nuzzling into his side. Your eyes flutter closed once more enjoying his warmth as he quietly chuckles to himself and wraps an arm around you in return, falling into a blissful sleep of his own. Neither of you would give up this moment for the world, you were meant to be in each otherâs arms just like this for eternity.
He would kill for you, and you would live for him. Nothing anyone could do would predict your love for one another, and you'll continue to defy fate to be with him
#love and deepspace#sylus#sylus lads#sylus l&ds#sylus love and deepspace#idoruwrite#sorry it took so long to write this ya girl got covid and was out for 2 weeks lmao but im all good now!!#next im planning on posting some smaller headcanon type things on here too btw so keep an eye out for those#budding relationships
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Okay so something happened in the trekdom (is that a term anyone has ever used)
I think spirk got canonised?? Or something?? And I assume that as my certified Trekkie Mutual you feel some kinda way about this. youâre a Spones shipper but still how we doing?
I'm sure someone's used trekdom! It makes sense as a word regardless
I appreciate the Trekkie certification lol
Yeah dude, look. Most of the fandom is big into spirk so like people enjoying that romance is par for the course! I got nothing against spirk, it's just a bit of a boring dynamic so I don't really spend time on it. Too healthy for my tastes. Spones is way more juicy, it's got the tension and the sort of different world views that you see in good omens, so it's fun!
To be clear tho, spirk is as canon as it's ever been. Strong subtext, but in the way that a homophobe could watch it and say well they're just good friends. Nothing has changed in that sense, it's just another bit of footage doing more of the same. It's less gay than a lot of the original series, but it's new and shiny so on a surface level i get the excitement
Shatner, who plays Kirk, has done this as a non canon short film. It's apparently considered as canon as the novels? Which is like, not much. Most people don't engage. I haven't really looked into that, im not gonna watch it cos it kind of pisses me off
The thing that really fucks my goat about it is that the guy who plays Spock died a while ago, and didn't get along with the guy who plays Kirk. But the guy who plays Kirk has funded and produced and managed this whole thing to be about his character and his importance, regardless of the wishes of the original Spock actor. Including literally doing someone up in prosthetics to look more like Nimoy. Not just Spock generally, but specifically Nimoy's Spock. Nimoy was involved in star trek films in his late life, and he didn't choose to do this when he was alive. Only after his death has Shatner forced this to happen
That's what's leaving a really bad taste in my mouth. And I feel like people are either not accepting Nimoy's death and are happy to see him puppeted by someone he disliked, which makes me pity them. I work in aged care so I know I'm more comfortable with death than the average, but like. This is a bit fucking dark, no? It's maudlin, let him rest in peace for fucks sake.
That, or they don't mind the manipulation of his image if it tickles their ship, which makes me dislike them. And I don't think I'll really get over that any time soon, it's so disrespectful. And those are both negative feelings, so I'm kind of generally not pleased about my dash rn
I'm trying to take an angle of being about McCoy cos he doesn't feature in the short and that feels wrong. Spock-centric stuff is feeling a little tainted right now, but I'm sure that'll pass. Fanart is different to this kind of image stealing, but it's still weird for me rn. And as much as I love Kirk, I can't remove him from Shatner and his megalomania right now. I hope that'll pass, but I don't think Shatner's gonna stop here so. Hm.
Besides I like McCoy and he's not complicated by all this so I'm just continuing to play in my little sandbox
It's a weird time for trekdom. There's a bit of a rift, and not down shipping lines. I'm seeing a lot of posts working through their complicated feeling around the disrespect inherent in stealing Nimoy's face for Shatner. And I'm seeing other people celebrate the disrespect cos their ship held hands and that makes it worth it.
I'm hoping people overwhelmingly calm down a bit in a week, get a bit embarassed about how pleased they were over something so gross, and it just sort of goes away. Then we can all go back to having a go at Shatner for his constant sexism and homophobia
At least it's not fucking AI tho!
#not tagging cos this borders on hate and even tho im kind of grossed out by the whole thing#i dont like to yuck other people's yum#im not sure i explained it well#but that certainly explains the drama!#ive been reblogging plenty of stuff
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Great article with Caitriona.
âIâm Impossibly Excited About What Happens Nextâ â Caitriona Balfe Looks Ahead to Life After Outlander
https://www.mindfood.com/article/caitriona-balfe-looks-ahead-to-life-after-outlander/
When you donât know what the norm is â and in many ways actress Caitriona Balfe admits she doesnât â itâs difficult to subscribe to it. Yet, perhaps thatâs what makes the Irish actress Caitriona Balfe so endearing.
Caitriona Balfe is a wonder. She is impeccably beautiful, has style, talent and a warm, courteous persona, as well as the ability to excel at whatever she pursues. She is someone who retains charm and humility despite operating for over two decades across industries that have beaten those qualities out of more than a few whoâve gone before her.
In terms of the Caitriona Balfe that we see this summer, this is the woman who has won a legion of devoted fans during her dedication â now almost a decade â to hit time-travelling show Outlander. However, as the drama faces its final curtain, the Irish beauty â who has already reinvented herself once, having excelled on the catwalk in a previous incarnation â canât wait to see what lies ahead.  âI look back and my modelling days seem a lifetime ago,â she begins, âand really, despite the success I had, it was a period in which I was never really settled or content. The fashion industry is so unstable, so volatile, so fickle. I was never in a place where I thought I had it totally worked out; yet the grounding it gave me was invaluable, if nothing else, by virtue of the fact it was so tough!â
Her time on the runway began with Chanel, before Balfe was photographed for the likes of Givenchy, D&G, Moschino, Alberta Ferretti and Louis Vuitton. Regarded as one of the most in-demand models in her prime, across a three-year period from 2001 to 2004 she walked in more than 250 shows. âFashion, for me, was always about storytelling, with a real emphasis on expression and imagination. It offered me a way to express myself not just in clothes, but through mood, personality and even environment. It all meant moving into acting was, I guess, a natural progression.â
Yet the freedom to use fashion as a medium for so much else rarely falls on the models themselves. âYouâre constantly told ânoâ, or âyouâre not right for thisâ, or âyou donât fit into that particular mouldâ,â she offers. âIt really teaches you resilience, to not take things personally and to keep pushing forward.â
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New Direction
Having endured such creative short-changing, Balfe may have been forgiven for wanting to sink back into the shadows and pursue a new career that held rather more autonomy⌠which makes the fact she made a beeline for TV and film producers a little baffling. âActing challenges me on a different level, emotionally and intellectually,â the star admits. âItâs where I find true fulfilment, being able to move into another personâs head and tell their story. For me, modelling was always a stepping stone, not the final destination.â
Scouted at the age of 18 while studying acting at the Dublin Institute of Technology, the tenacious teen joined Ford Models and was offered the opportunity to move to Paris, one she happily accepted as travel hadnât been a luxury her parents could afford while raising their large Irish Catholic family.
Though she never made it to the ranks of supermodel status â âI would never have wanted that label anywayâ â her worth comfortably kept her in the upper echelons of the modelling fraternity. It was only towards the end when she was largely hired for commercial catalogue shoots, that tedium began to set in and a new adventure beckoned. âI think you know when youâre done⌠in any industry or part of your life. And I think as soon as you realise youâve activated that emotion, it nags and nags at you to do something about it. In the end, to be finished is a relief.â
One thing the 45-year-old retains from those days, however, is an exuding, radiating, luminous beauty. And she, unequivocally, appreciates fashion â indeed loves it now for the fact itâs a passion, not a profession, albeit is relieved to leave the towering stilettos behind. âListen, I still love a beautiful outfit! I mean, who doesnât love to dress up and feel amazing in something well-made and stylish? But honestly, as Iâve gotten older, comfort has become much more important.
âWhen youâve spent hours on the runway or at photoshoots in heels, corsets or tight-fitting clothes, you really come to appreciate a great pair of trainers⌠or soft, oversized sweaters. These days, Iâm much more about blending style with practicality. Itâs all about balance. Comfort, for me, doesnât mean sacrificing style; it just means Iâm not willing to suffer for fashion like I might have in the past!â
Towards the end of the noughties Balfe found herself in New York. Aged 29 she was already feeling the scrutiny that comes with being a model approaching their third decade, and so she made the move to Los Angeles with a plan to return to drama training. By Hollywood standards she was a late starter, but her catwalk grace, confidence and strong work ethic meant she was soon landing roles, albeit minor ones â fans of the actress can catch a glimpse of her in both J.J. Abramsâs Super 8 and the sartorial masterpiece that is The Devil Wears Prada.
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Good fortune
She may have suspected she would spend the next few years steadily progressing through auditions and the uncertainty of work, in much the same way as she had in her later years in fashion, however just as the fear started to set in, Balfe struck gold. Of course, with all the gracious humility she carries with her, she didnât even know it at the time.
The nugget was a television series based around Claire Fraser, a former World War II nurse in Scotland who is cast back into the mid-18th century and ends up joining a raggedy band of rebel Highlanders â an unusual concept to say the least. Furthermore, Balfeâs was one of hundreds of audition tapes that landed on the casting agentâs desk. However, land the role she did, and now as filming commences for the eighth and final series of Outlander, itâs hard to imagine anyone else in the lead role â a woman who is fierce but authentic, a kind healer who is devoted to the rough and ready clansman, Jamie (played by Scottish heartthrob, Sam Heughan).
Claire and Jamieâs romance has overcome many obstacles across several time zones, and Balfe is grateful to have occupied such an intimate role with someone she considers a close friend. âWhen Sam and I first started this journey, we had no idea it would go on this long. Now, weâve been through so much together â professionally and personally. Itâs been a real joy, but weâve also learned to step back a bit off-camera. We used to spend more time together, but now we know when to take a breather. You have to, or else youâll go mad!â
With a long season seven concluding in January, the Outlander epic will close out within the next 18 months, taking the episode total to 101. âRight now, I donât know how the story ends. Iâve resisted finding out. Sam knows and likes to hold it over me, but I think itâs more fun not knowing. It keeps me in the moment as Claire.â
Perhaps what makes the Outlander journey easier to leave behind is the fact Balfe has been driven and exemplary on several side projects. The first, and arguably most important, has been in becoming a mother in August of 2021. Given the devotion of the Outlander fanbase and the general hysteria that surrounds celebrity, Balfe and her husband, music producer Tony McGill, have decided to not reveal their sonâs name. In fact, the entire pregnancy was shrouded in secrecy, despite the actress filming the sixth season of the drama while pregnant.
Irish Roots
Her other most notable work outside of the hit show was arguably in Kenneth Branaghâs Academy Award-winning film Belfast, for which Balfe was nominated for Best Supporting Actress. Touching, honest and genuinely moving, Belfast brings to life those who were so intimately affected by Northern Irelandâs infamous âtroublesâ. Semi-biographical and set in 1969, the film focuses on Buddy, a charming and lively nine-year-old, played by Jude Hill. Balfe plays Buddyâs Ma, a homely Protestant woman who is bound to the city she lives in. As tensions begin to rise, this once peaceful Belfast street becomes dangerous and deeply polarised. Ma is ferocious and formidable in her love for her family. âGrowing up in Dublin, I felt such a pure connection to the issues people faced for so many decades in Ireland. The conflict rages on, but these days it is verbal, and thatâs much more preferable to the violence and the terror that permeated so much of when we were young.â
When casting the film, Branagh was keen to enlist actors who had a personal connection to the content. Belfast native Jamie Dornan plays Pa; the mother of Dame Judi Dench (who plays Granny) was from Dublin.
However it is Balfe who has the most visceral childhood memories. In the years following Balfeâs birth in 1979, her family moved to Tedavnet, a rural village in Ireland near the Northern Irish border. Her father had an enviable job as a police sergeant while her mother tended their brood of five biological and two adopted children. Checkpoints, bomb scares and gun-wielding soldiers, therefore, were simply normal parts of her childhood landscape.
Despite the turbulence of childhood, the star has nothing but fondness for her home country. âIreland will always be home for me, no matter where I am or how far Iâve travelled. Thereâs something deeply grounding about coming back â it centres me in a way nowhere else can. I think itâs a combination of the people, the land, the familiarity. I love the energy and sense of community you find in Ireland; itâs unique,â she says.
âWhen I get the chance to visit, I relish the simple pleasures â whether itâs sharing a cup of good coffee with family, a quiet morning surrounded by the countryside, or just walking around the place where I grew up. Itâs these little moments that remind me of my roots and they always bring me back to a place of calm and balance amidst the craziness of life and work.â
Despite not snagging a statuette for her performance, Belfast made evident the talent and promise Balfe possesses. And moving forward, the pursuit of new projects and bigger experiences has even led the actress to sit in the directorâs chair, having taken on the role of Executive Producer for an episode in season seven of Outlander. âIt was terrifying,â she laughs, âI wonât lie! However, itâs always been something Iâve wanted to try. On a show like that, we are a family. Thereâs such a sense of trust and that made it easier for me to step into the role. Sam and I joke that weâve been through it all at this point, so nothing really surprises us, and we permit ourselves to make mistakes, and to learn as we progress.â
Itâs that sense of grounded excitement that makes Balfe a gift of grace amongst so many who bulldoze their way into the picture. âIâm at the point where stepping back seems the wrong thing to do. A bit like leaving the fashion world, I think Iâll know when the time is right; but in my head, I am impossibly excited about what happens next.â
Caitriona Balfeâs Career Highlights
Outlander
The historical drama television series is based on the Outlander novel series by Diana Gabaldon. Balfe plays a nurse A nurse in World War II who mysteriously goes back in time to Scotland in 1743. There, she meets a Highland warrior and gets drawn into an epic rebellion.
Belfast
The Oscar-winning film by director and writer Kenneth Branagh is about a young boy and his working-class Belfast familyâs experience in the tumultuous late 1960s.
Money Monster
Balfe starred in the American crime thriller, Money Monster, about a financial TV host Lee Gates [played by George Clonney] and his producer Patty [played by Julia Roberts] who are put in an extreme situation when an irate investor takes them and their crew as hostage.
Modelling
After being scouted by Ford Models age 18, Balfe modelled for 10 years, including three years on the catwalks in Paris.
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would you be interested in writing Sevika x (top) reader who is taller than her, stronger than her, and overall just larger than her and very masculine BUTTT is very submissive??? Kinda like a power bottom Sevika x sub top reader situationđđ
uhhh YEA!!! hope i did your idea justice!
a little treat for arcane eve (i can expand more after arcane ends but i felt we needed a liiiitle enjoyment before losing our collective minds)
Set between s2 act 1 and 2
WC: 1.1k
Sevika honestly couldn't blame everyone for dropping ship when Silco decided to quit breathing. They have their own lives to lead. But the fact that you stayed stood out to her. When she sat in Silcoâs office beaten and broken, you were the one that came to deliver the news and defend the Last Drop with her from the Chem Barons influence. You made grieving easier but the feeling was never gone. Sevika couldnât talk about those things so most of the time she settled for drinking or flirting with you. Right now she decided on teasing you in her new office.Â
âSo, pipsqueak, whatâll you do if I can't fix this shitstorm?âÂ
You roll your eyes, you have no idea why she insists on giving you stupid nicknames, âSevika, I could throw you across the room without even trying. Between the two of us, youâre the pipsqueak. And everythingâll be fine.â
âI argue that I can take you,â she says. Unbeknownst to you, she doesnât mean in a fight.Â
She's been attracted to you the very moment she saw you, back when Silco hired you on for muscle. She never made a move, for the sake of professionalism. Even after Silcoâs death she held back, unsure how sheâd emotionally handle a sexual entanglement. But she was getting better, now that weeks have passed and she changed her look. So she let herself consider making a move.
âAlright, and how many times have I held you back while you were on shimmer?â you challenged.Â
âThatâs in the past, pipsqueak. I'm talking now.âÂ
Thereâs that nickname again, âFuck you, Sevika. You need to stop calling me that, please.âÂ
âAre you offering?â she quips back.Â
Your eyebrows pinch in confusion, âI donât know what you mean by that.â
âYou said âfuck youâ. Iâm asking if you were offering to fuck me,â she clarifies.
Youâre speechless. Sure, youâve thought about Sevika in that way on several occasions but it was always just a thought. You thought about her, when she barked out orders to Silcoâs goons. Or stared down at Enforcers, daring them to so much as lay a finger on her. She was always scarier than you in that regard, someone who could take real charge. It always excited you. You watch her now, for some sign that she was messing with you but you canât find any.
âNot initially but⌠Iâm offering now,â you say before hesitation can sink in.Â
She smirks, standing from the sofa and walking over to the desk. You watch her open a drawer and pull out something you recognize. Itâs her old choker, the one she wore before changing her appearance. You gulp as she approaches you.Â
âWhatâs that for?â you asked.Â
âItâs for you,â she explains. She fits the collar around your neck, adjusting the fit. You think it might be too loose but she slips a finger underneath and drags you to her by it. You let out a whimper as she pulls you by the choker to her lips.Â
âYouâre so strong, so tall, so fucking masc. It turns me on so fucking much,â she whispers against your lips. You could take control right now, sheâs only exerting a small amount of force over you. Holding you in place by a choker, but you donât resist her.Â
She pulls the collar again, setting her lips right by your ear, âBeen waiting for you to fuck me.â
Immediately youâre filled with nerves. You love to top but youâre not dominant, despite what your appearance might suggest. You want to fuck her and by all physical means you could manhandle her, but it never came naturally to you.Â
âCan you⌠Tell me what to do? I really want you, I do,â you sigh.Â
Sevika shivers. Sheâs never met anyone so perfect before. Sevika needs you to fuck her, but more than that she needed to boss you around. It always gave her the sweetest thrill. And to boss around someone physically stronger than her, to have you relent all the power to her? She could fall in love in a minute.Â
âWould you submit for me? Let me boss you around? Tell you how Iâve dreamed about you fucking me?â She purrs into your ear. Her words are sweet drops of fire, licking your skin deliciously.
Your chest rises and falls with heavy, uneven breaths, âYes. Fuck, Iâd love it.âÂ
âYouâre so strong and all I have to do to get you weak for me is pull you by your collar? Youâre so precious,â she moans.Â
âI like it when you boss people around. Made me so wet. Iâd do anything you tell me to, please Sevika,â there was no holding it in now, the choker and her words eased you into subspace.
Thatâs how you find yourself knelt between her spread thighs while she sits with her ass perched on the edge of the sofa, shoving your head into her cunt. She doesnât wait for you to find her clit, instead shifting her hips to move it below your lips.Â
âGrab my hips,â she orders, needing you to manhandle her. Just to show that you could control her, but ultimately wonât. You grip her hips, and she shifts her thighs over your shoulders so you have to hold her weight up. You rest your elbows onto the sofa for support, and hold her hips in the air. Both of you were feeling a perfect rush, the sexual dynamic making you thrive like you never had before.Â
Sevika groans hearing your sweet little whimpers as she begins to grind onto your face. You move to keep up with her grinding, trying to hold the suction you have on her clit.Â
âStick your tongue out, mouse,â she demands. She loves giving you nicknames to insinuate youâre small. Youâre not little, and she loved that. Every time you convinced her to drop one nickname, she came up with another. It was a power trip for her.Â
You flatten out your tongue so she can ride it, and you moan as her fluids spread over your face. She leaked onto your chin and you loved the sensation of being covered in her. Loved how she barks commands at you.Â
âShit, gonna cum on your handsome face,â she announces, knees bending to pull you closer. You keep your tongue still, letting her ride your face until you feel her thighs tremble. Her thighs squeeze your head as her hips stop their movement. You shove your tongue into her cunt, feeling her walls pulse around it. She cums loud and hard, juices leaking down your chin and neck. You shudder, feeling your own arousal drip from you. When her orgasm is over, she has you set her back onto the couch.Â
âYouâre not done, runt. Still need you inside of me,â she rasps. Youâre alight with excitement for more of her demands, ready to beg for her all night long.Â
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Bedtime snacks!
Okay⌠I had some time and Amanda seemed upset when I did my homework before watching the next tape but⌠wow. That⌠that was hard. I donât remember Riley saying the puzzles were this hard. Okay⌠maybe I felt they were exaggerating because I know they hate puzzles⌠but I love puzzles! So like⌠it shouldnât be this hard right? Sophie thinks. But now she finally has it. The next tape, titled Bedtime Snacks!Â
Iâm going to need a bedtime snack after this⌠Sophie thinks to herself. Looking at the time. She puts the next tape into the VCR and it starts to play. The tape begins with Wooly laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. He eventually notices Sophie.Â
âOh, hi there friend! Are there ever times where you feel like you just canât sleep?â he asks. Sophie types in yes. âYeah⌠heh heh⌠it happens all the time. Itâs like your thoughts are just whirling around in your head and they just wonât stop! Well⌠sometimes itâs not even that. Sometimes I just⌠wait and wait and wait⌠and I just donât fall asleep. Itâs kind of annoying honestly.âÂ
Honestly I just stay up really late on my phone or doing assignments and suddenly itâs morning. Weâre not the same. Sophie thinks.Â
âWhat do you do when you canât sleep?â he asks, but no text box appears so Sophie stays quiet. Wooly stands there awkwardly. âUm⌠good for you? I think? Um anyway, I think a nice bedtime snack can sometimes be good. Like some milk and cookies! But donât tell Amanda okay? If she finds out we had cookies without her sheâll be really upset.âÂ
âMaybe you could invite her?â Sophie suggests. Wait, I'm not supposed to talk!
âWell sheâs sleeping, and I think sheâd be more upset if I woke her up so⌠hmm⌠letâs just keep this between us okay?â Sophie types in yes. Wooly smiles. âDonât go telling Amanda behind my back, okay?â Okay Sophie types. âOoookay then. Letâs go to the kitchen!â the tape glitches to the kitchen. Wooly is quiet for a bit, as if contemplating something.Â
âMilk is so much better at night when itâs warmâŚâ he whispers. âBut we donât have a microwave⌠so I guess itâll have to be cold.â Wooly pouts. Sophie clicks on the stove. âI⌠Iâm confused, what do you want me to do?â she clicks it again. âYou can talk, you know, I wonât get mad.âÂ
âYou can heat up the milk in a saucepan on the stovetop.â she explains. Woolyâs eyes light up with excitement. Then he stops.Â
âBut⌠we really shouldnât be using the stove without an adultâŚâ he mumbles. His face contorts a bit in frustration, âbut itâs been forever since Iâve gotten to make myself a warm cup of milkâŚâÂ
He sounds like heâs arguing with himself Sophie thinks.Â
âMmm⌠weeeeelll. Youâre an adult right? So it should be fine! Just⌠donât tell Amanda okay?âÂ
This really isnât going to help Amanda trust me⌠but okay⌠Sophie thinks. âDo you need any help?âÂ
âYeah⌠maybe⌠Iâve only ever done this in a microwaveâŚâ Wooly answers.Â
âYouâve done this before?âÂ
âYeah I used to have warm milk with my little sister every night⌠then Iâd read her a story⌠We had this whole routine. She couldnât fall asleep without it⌠honestly neither could I⌠mmmmâŚ.â he pauses, âbeing able to remember her again after so long is weird⌠but I think Iâm starting to see why Amanda wanted to remember her dad and Kate so muchâŚâ he stays quiet for a moment, as if reminiscing. Sophie gives him a moment. âSo⌠what do we do?â he asks.Â
âWell, like I said, you heat up the milk in a saucepan over the stovetop on low heatâŚâÂ
âGreat! Can you help me find the saucepan? Is it under the sink, in the fridge, or in the stove?â Sophie clicks under the sink. âThatâs⌠right.â Wooly says, a little surprised by this. He goes under the sink and gets the saucepan. âNow⌠Could you tell me where the milk is?â Sophie clicks on the fridge. Wooly smiles. âHehe, great job. Now could you tell me where the measuring cup is?â Sophie clicks on the cupboard. âWow, right again! Youâre a master at this!âÂ
Honestly I have no idea where any of your stuff is. I'm just picking what I think is the most logical answer. Sophie thinks to herself.Â
âCan I tell you a secret? Honestly climbing and grabbing stuff from high places always makes me super nervous⌠could you grab it for me?â he asks. Sophie clicks and drags the measuring cup down onto the counter. âAwww thanks! Youâre so nice! Alright. We need one cup of milk. Can you help me pour it?â Wooly starts pouring the milk in and Sophie clicks on it once it reaches one cup. âPerfect!â Then Wooly pours the milk into the saucepan. âYou know what? I like you way better than Riley. Usually Riley always teases us and keeps picking the wrong answers on purpose! But youâre actually helpful!âÂ
Riley⌠Sophie thinks to herself. âYeah Riley tends to tease people they care about. Itâs kind of their way of showing love.â Sophie laughs.Â
âWell I find it really annoying!â Wooly pouts, âAh! But donât tell them that, okay? Um⌠what do I do next?âÂ
âYou have to simmer it on low heat until it reaches the desired temperature.â Sophie answers. Wooly pauses for a moment, as if considering something.Â
âHey, why donât you make some warm milk with me?â he suggests. Sophie looks confused. âTurn around,â he whispers. She turns around and realizes thereâs a toy mini stove and plastic saucepan behind her. Toys from when she was growing up.Â
Thatâs right⌠After mom died, dad started using the shelter like it was an attic or something⌠next to it is a plastic saucepan. She puts the mini-stove dial on low heat and puts the saucepan on it. âShould I⌠get some milk?âÂ
âNO! Heh heh⌠just make believe, okay? Trust meâŚâ Wooly whispers nervously. Sophie comes back to the tv and sits down. âWhile I watch the milk, can you get the cookies from the cupboard for me?â Sophie clicks and drags the cookies down on the counter. Wooly glances over his shoulder and sees them. âAh! The milk is done! Which color cup should I use?â Sophie picks blue. âAh⌠blue isâŚâ the tape glitches, âniceâŚâÂ
Did I make a mistake? Sophie wonders. Wooly pours the milk into the blue cup. He dips the cookie into the milk and takes a bite. Then he takes a big sip of milk.Â
âAaaaaaaaah⌠this is the LIFE! Honestly⌠sometimes I canât get why Amanda wants to leave SO badly! Just give me warm milk and some bubble baths and I might never want to leave.â he sighs.Â
âWell you can get plenty of those in the real world too.â Sophie laughs.Â
âThatâs true⌠hmmâŚâ Wooly says thoughtfully, as if daydreaming about all the other things he could do, âThanks for spending time with me Sophie⌠I donât like being alone at night.âÂ
âNo problem Wooly.â she replies.Â
âReally? Itâs not a burden?â
âNot at all.â she smiles. He seems really happy to hear this.Â
âThis is nice. I havenât gotten to do this since⌠well⌠since before my sister⌠well⌠Riley probably already told youâŚâÂ
âYeahâŚâÂ
âI know this is going to sound really weird⌠but it feels nice to have someone to talk to. I mean thereâs Amanda⌠but up until recently we werenât even friends anymore⌠and even now it still feels⌠awkward. And Riley⌠eeeeeeeeh⌠I donât hate them but⌠I donât know⌠youâre different. I feel comfortable around you⌠you feel safeâŚâÂ
âAww Wooly Iâm flattered.â âHey um⌠Sophie⌠Can I talk to you about something? Can I⌠vent a bit?â
âSure Wooly.â Oh?
âThis is going to sound awful but⌠this place⌠was the first place I ever felt safe.â Wooly confesses. âI mean, it was because I didnât have my memories but still⌠It was a safe place. And Amanda⌠was the first person I ever felt like I could lean on. She was safe too. I mean⌠before that all I had was my little sister and⌠she needed me to be strong soâŚI was always either taking care of someone else or on my own. And for once⌠I felt like I had a friend. Someone I could lean on⌠even just a littleâŚâÂ
âI seeâŚâ Sophie responds.Â
âAnd then⌠she ruined it⌠they all ruined it. Making us remember that this world wasnât real and we were. And sometimes⌠I really hate them for it. They were trying to do what was best for us but⌠they didnât think any of it through⌠why screw everything up if you canât fix it?â Wooly grumbles, then he stops, âOh, Iâm sorry. I know they were just trying to help⌠and I know you mom died trying to help us⌠wow that was really horrible of me right? You must hate me now.âÂ
âI donât hate you.â Sophie says, âTo tell you the truth I⌠also resent my mom a bit.âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
âShe was willing to do anything to save you guys⌠even if it killed her⌠she didnât mind dying for this but⌠what the people she left behind. Her family. Me. Honestly I resented Hameln and⌠you guys too a little for the longest time. Why do some random kids in a TV show matter more?âÂ
âI get it⌠I am mad at my mom too⌠I meanâŚÂ she abandoned us⌠she was never there⌠she always just left when things hurt too much⌠but we needed her⌠if she had only just been around⌠maybe she wouldnât have kil-⌠maybe things would be different.â Wooly sighs. âSophie?âÂ
âYes?âÂ
âCan I ask a question?âÂ
âGo ahead.âÂ
âWhat do you do when you feel⌠too many feelings? Too strongly? All at once?â Wooly asks.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI mean⌠I feel happy. Amanda and I are friends again. We might actually be able to escape⌠things might get better but⌠I also feel⌠sad⌠about my memories⌠and betrayed by what Amanda and Riley did⌠and⌠andâŚâ Wooly stops, âEver since I started really getting my memories back⌠I donât know what it is⌠but sometimes- all the time? I just feel this⌠something bubbling up insideâŚÂ like⌠I donât want to blame anybody butâŚâ Wooly glares at his cup of milk. âThen thereâs Hameln⌠and all the things they did and Am-â he stops, the look on his face suggests that he felt like he was just about to say something horrible. âAmanda.â he says it very slowly and carefully, like itâs some cursed word that should never ever be spoken. âI canât believe I put those two in the same sentenceâŚâ he mutters. Wooly grips his cup tightly, watching little ripples form in the milk. âI thought once I made amends with her⌠my safe space would come back but⌠after all the things she did⌠itâs like⌠I canât trust her anymore. I donât want to be mad at my best friend⌠but⌠UGH! I hate it! I hate it so much! I shouldnât be thinking like this!âÂ
âItâs totally normal to be upset when someone does something bad to you⌠sometimes it takes time to forgive them⌠and thatâs okayâŚâ
âBut⌠being angry about it wonât fix anything.â
âItâs still okay to be madâŚÂ I mean⌠itâs not healthy to hold onto that anger-â
âIâm trying to let it go⌠reallyâŚâÂ
âBut itâs not healthy to hold it all in.â Sophie says, Wooly looks conflicted. âHey⌠you okay?âÂ
âHonestly? Honestly? No.â Wooly chuckles sadly, burying his face into his hands, his voice cracking a bit. âI hate this⌠I hate it here⌠I hate everything. Iâm scared to leave and yet⌠I donât want to stayâŚâ
âThat is⌠complicated.â These kids need a therapist⌠Sophie thinks.Â
âI⌠feel like she brings out the worst in me⌠like I want to just explode⌠and she makes me wanna do it. Even if just for a minute⌠to just scream at the world till my lungs burst⌠She asks me if Iâm mad⌠I am mad⌠Iâm mad at⌠everything. At Amanda, at Hameln, at my parents, at all the stupid adults who never listened and never cared, at all the adults who said they were going to help but only made things worse, at Riley, at⌠at⌠but I canât⌠I canât do it⌠I just canât live like thatâŚâ Wooly stops, âIâm jealous⌠Amanda can just let it all out⌠I donât know how she does that⌠Sheâs just as trapped as me⌠and yet she always seems so freeâŚâÂ
âMaybe you should talk to her about this?â Sophie suggests.Â
âNo, Iâm fine. Everythingâs fine. I just needed to vent a bit. Thatâs it. Thatâs all, really.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Sophie asks, Wooly pauses.Â
âSophie? Do you really think we can get out of here?â
âUmâŚâÂ
âSometimes I donât even know if I want to⌠I just⌠hate uncertainty so much.âÂ
âMe tooâŚâÂ
âSometimes⌠I wish⌠that when Amanda killed me⌠I had just stayed goneâŚâ Wooly mumbles, âAt least that way⌠I wouldnât have to feel anything again. That way I wouldnât have to remember⌠all of this⌠why did she make me remember? Why did I have to? I just⌠IâŚâ
âWoolyâŚâ âIâm sorry. That got really dark, huh? Guess Iâm no good at this kids show stuff after all⌠heh heh⌠but um⌠thanks for listening, really. It means a lot.â Wooly smiles, âI think⌠I can⌠yawn go to⌠sleep now⌠could you⌠tuck me in?âÂ
âSure.â Sophie says softly. They glitch to Woolyâs room and she clicks on the blankets. Wooly lets out one last big yawn and says⌠âGoodnight.â Sophie expects the tape to end but the tape glitches to Amanda in the kitchen.Â
âYou had milk and cookies without me?â Amanda mumbles, sounding hurt.Â
âIâm sorry, it was Woolyâs idea.âÂ
âI knowâŚâÂ
âOh.âÂ
âI knew it⌠he is madâŚâ Amanda sighs.Â
âIâŚâÂ
âHe doesnât talk to me about anything anymoreâŚâ Amanda cries.Â
âIâm sorryâŚ?â Sophie wasnât sure what to say.Â
âNo⌠thanks for listening to him⌠I guess you arenât so badâŚâ Amanda says. âI just⌠IâŚâÂ
âYou should talk. Both of youâŚâÂ
âMmmâŚâ Amanda looks away.Â
âI mean it.âÂ
âIâve tried butâŚâÂ
âTry again. Keep trying. Donât give up.â Sophie says encouragingly. Amanda smiles.Â
âThanks Sophie.â the tape ends and falls out of the VCR. She looks behind her at the toy mini-stove, now in the saucepan is a new tape titled: Lunchtime.Â
Ah⌠so thatâs why he said no milk.Â
Author's note: Alright. That's the last fic for a while. Hope you enjoyed a little fluff there. As I wrote this fic, I found myself slowly creating this interesting dynamic. Amanda really only fully trusts Riley, and Wooly only fully trusts Sophie. Maybe they can use that to their advantage? But wow... Wooly's feeling... A LOT lately...Â
Also, trying out some new formatting with the thoughts. Do you like it or should I go back to the old method?
Also... yeah I deleted this post and rewrote the Wooly vents scene. Heh heh...
#amanda the adventurer#amanda the adventurer 2#wooly the sheep#ata 2#maddykpost#amanda the adventurer wooly#fanfic#fanfiction#maddykwrites#Amanda the adventurer fantapes
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Okay Cal Iâve taken some time and calmed down and now Iâm so very normal about this news. Nicoâs back well isnât that nice. I feel so very casual about that. Just :) so :) normal :)
First theme this round is non-human Buddie!
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-PCA <3
HI PCA! So happy you're so excited for Nico.
In the meantime, the creature fics!
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Itâs not for very long. Buck said the appointment shouldnât take more than an hour, plus driving. No biggie. Eddie can handle that. Heâs an adult.Â
He tells himself the fear is that when heâs alone, something will happen. Heâll cover his house in more leaves and turn more and more into an animal until he loses his human mind. His back will become completely hollow like in all his nightmares. He thinks his fears are rooted in pragmatism. But when Buck is actually gone, the truth of it becomes clear.Â
Itâs painful.Â
Buck being gone is actually physically painful for Eddie. He doesnât know why. He gets this ache all over his body. This gripping sense of panic and nausea combined. He can hardly function. He needs Buck to be back. He needs to not be alone. His brain sort of abandons reason and starts spiraling to some dark place where heâs forever shut out from any sort of human interaction forever. Where he is utterly isolated.Â
He doesnât just think of Buck. He thinks of Christopher, hating him. His team at work, thinking he abandoned them. Adriana, missing without a trace. Shannon, dead. He starts to shake. It feels like some sort of withdrawal; or at least what he imagines that would feel like. He needs some sort of company. Anyone. Anything. Most of all, he needs Buck to come home.Â
Thereâs a knock on the door around the time Eddie is expecting Buck to get back. If Eddie was in his right mind, he would know itâs not Buck. He would know the door is unlocked, and Buck can walk in. He would know that Buck has keys, regardless.Â
Throwing aside any sort of precaution or rational thought, Eddie hurries to open the door. He doesnât have much in the way of a disguise to conceal himself. Heâs still wearing Buckâs sweatpants. Nothing for his face. He doesnât even think about it. What he must look like to someone who isnât expecting to see it.Â
Heâs surprised to see that itâs Tommy at the door. Arms crossed, angry impatient look on his face. Tommy, Buckâs boyfriend. Heâs probably here for Buck. But heâs Eddieâs friend, too. Maybe he can keep Eddie company until Buck gets back.Â
Not single thought of his own protection in his head, Eddie throws open the door.Â
âHey, Tommy,â he says. âWhatâs up, man?â
Tommy looks furious and confused. He looks Eddie over, eyes scrunching with confusion.Â
âWhereâs Evan?â He demands. He blinks a few times. Rubs one of his ears. âI know heâs with you and⌠And IâŚâ
âBuck isnât here right now. Should be soon. Do you want to come inside?â
âDo IâŚâ Tommyâs eyes sort of glaze over. Itâs like watching drugs settle in. The anger all but evaporates from his face. âYeah, Eddie. Of course I want to come in.â
Eddie is pleased. Thatâs good. He didnât want to be alone anymore. He can already feel the pain in his body beginning to subside.Â
âCome on, man. Iâll get you a beer,â Eddie says. No matter that itâs eleven in the morning.Â
âIâd love that,â Tommy says.Â
He leads Tommy inside towards the kitchen. He grabs two beers from the fridge. He doesnât think about the tail creating a strange bulge in the back of his pants. He doesnât think of the fact that heâs wearing Tommyâs boyfriendâs pants. He doesnât think of anything and Tommyâs not reacting to anything. It all must be fine.Â
When he turns around to hand Tommy the beer, Tommy takes a step towards him, leaving very little room between him and the fridge. Eddie feels a bit cornered.Â
âUh, hi?â Eddie asks. He tries to give Tommy the beer but Tommy doesnât take it. Wonât even look at it.Â
âEddie, I think we should talk,â Tommy says.
Eddie gets a bad feeling.Â
âOkay⌠Uh, sure. About what?â
âUs,â Tommy says.Â
Eddie coughs a little. âUs?â
âYou and me,â Tommy says.Â
âWhat you and me?â Eddie asks.
Tommy smirks a little. âWhat we could be to each other.â
Eddie blinks. âUh⌠Friends? Friends with someone very important in common?â
Eddie might be feeling a little out of it lately, but heâs not insane.Â
âOh, come on, Eddie,â Tommy says. âYou had to know there was something between us. If you hadnât been seeing that woman. What was her name?â
âMarisol?â He asks. Or Kim? Both? Jesus, heâs a mess.
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He knows that it changes you. In lots of strange ways, some small and some large.Â
âIâd had an accident not too long before that,â Chimney says. âNearly died, myself. But⌠I donât know. Itâs different for Buck. Especially about Bobby. I think heâs just jealous youâre the new, shiny person on the team.â
Eddie is hardly new and shiny. Buck just doesnât know that.
Eddie nods. âIâll⌠Well, Iâll try I guess. To get on his good side or whatever.â
âI donât think he has a bad side,â Hen says. âJust be patient. Heâll come around.âÂ
Eddie holds onto this promise. Hopes that itâs true. And really, really hopes his suspicions arenât correct.Â
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Things get worse.Â
Thereâs some downtime in the shift. Eddie decides to hit the station gym. Unfortunately, Buck is already there with Chimney. He considers turning around and walking away, not wanting to deal with the guy more than he needs to. But he doesnât want to give him the satisfaction. He doesnât want to be scared off in his own workplace. Not again.Â
So Eddie starts on the other side of the equipment from Buck. The punching bag. He gets a conversation started up with Chimney. They talk about the firefighter calendar, which Chimney wants a spot in. Something Buck doesnât seem thrilled about. Itâs clear Buck wants to win, from all the absurd selfies heâs been snapping.Â
âAre you gonna submit photos, Eddie?â Chim asks. âBe honest, youâve probably got washboard abs under that shirt. You submit one of those classic shirtless suspenders photos and youâre a shoe in.â
Ha. No. Abs? Sure. A shirtless photo? No way.Â
Across the gym, Buck makes a frustrated noise. Mutters something under his breath. Eddie doesnât hear it, but he gets the tone. And all he can hear is the sound of someone suggesting he isnât man enough for the competition. Whether or not itâs what Buck says, itâs what Eddie takes in.Â
So he sort of snaps.Â
âWhatâs your problem, man?â He demands, marching over to Buck at the weights.Â
Buck looks up at him. He seems surprised to have been confronted. Surprised, but not unwilling to rise to the bait. He stands up, gets close to Eddie, peacocking his considerable height. Heâs not that much taller than Eddie, but it sure feels like it, in this moment.Â
âOkay. You.â Buck says, voice low and tight. âYouâre my problem. Your comfort level.â
Eddieâs comfort level? Is he serious? Heâs been doing everything he can to make Eddie uncomfortable. Is Eddie, what? Supposed to know his place? Stay silent and in the background because heâs different? How does Buck even know that heâs different?Â
âYouâre-youâre not supposed to walk in here like youâve been here for years,â Buck keeps going. âItâs meant to be a getting-to-know-you period. Youâre meant to respect your elders.â
âYouâre not his elder, Buck,â Chimney interjects.Â
âI donât know how old you are,â Eddie replies. âBut Iâm not a probie. Iâve been a firefighter-paramedic for six years. But if you have some sort of prejudice that makes you think Iâm not fit for the job-â
âWait, what?â Buck interrupts. âPrejudice?â
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Hello! I have a story request:
Undertaker (Black Butler) x Ciels sister!reader where maybe during the Campana arc reader kinda helps Ut. Like, maybe the fact that the dead are going to turn into zombies is almost revealed because (for example) a zombie breaks out of their coffin already, so reader lures it back? Idk. I just really want to read about the reader helping Ut because she wants to see him happy and smile and whatnot (I always get so happy when Ut laughs). Seeing as this would be yandere maybe reader is also just a bit obsessed with Ut? Not full blown yandere, just slightly codependent obsession?
Thank you! (Thank you if you do write it. If you don't write it then thank you for all your other wonderful stories)
.â ・â *â ⥠A/n: This was a bit tricky considering the second part of your request, which I couldn't make it fit here, so I'm just mentioning rather than showing. Overall, I hope you enjoy it. Undertaker is always a delight to write to.
The night was heavy with tension, the air thick with the scent of incense and something far less holy - much heavier, as rotten blood and stitched limbs. The Campaniaâs lavish halls were brimming with the murmurs, laughters and music, all unaware of the dark secret that writhed below the surface - bodies resting in coffins, waiting for the signal to rise and attack.
Amidst this carefully constructed chaos, you stood near the back of the room, your eyes subtly darting from side to side, scanning for any signs of trouble. You had been on edge since Undertaker had whispered his plan to you, a smile playing on his lips, as if this entire twisted game was no more than a grand performance he had orchestrated.
And yet, when he had explained what he needed to do, you could see the glint of madness, the excitement in his eyes that had sent a chill down your spine. But it was that same glint you couldnât resist, the way his eyes seemed to light up, the way he smiled that you jumped right onto his plan without him needing to ask you to.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
There was a shuffling sound, barely perceptible, and you stiffened, your hand clenching around the fan you held. Glancing around, your gaze quickly fell toward the source. One of the coffins was rocking slightly, the lid shifting as something within struggled to break free. Panic surged through you; this was too early.
The guests would see, and everything would unravel. Undertakerâs plan would be ruined.
Quickly, you moved closer, slipping past the other coffins with practiced ease. You reached the coffin just as the lid burst open, and a decaying hand clawed its way out, grasping at the air. The corpseâs eyes were wide, empty, and hungry, a sight that would have sent anyone else running in terror. But not you. You had seen far worse, working alongside Undertaker for a few months now.
You had heard Undertakerâs tales, his gentle whispers of how he had perfected this experiment, how it was all leading to this moment. You knew the lengths he would go to for his morbid fascination. And you loved the dreamy look on his eyes, even if you didn't quite understood what he planed to achieve with that.
With a calm that surprised even yourself, you stepped forward, positioning yourself between the coffin and the rest of the room. âShh, shh⌠it's alright, dearie.â You whispered softly, your voice barely audible over the murmurs of conversation and the soft strains of the orchestra.
The zombie's head jerked towards you, its movements stiff and unnatural, but you didnât flinch. Instead, you slowly extended your hand, letting it grasp at your fingers, and gently guided it back down. âI know youâre restless and confused, but you need to wait just a little longer,â you continued, almost as if you were speaking to a child. âGo back, and I promise youâll be able to stretch your legs soon.â
âWell, arenât you a brave little thing?â He drawled, his voice low, a touch of amusement lacing his tone as he gently caressed your cheek with a soft touch. âI must say, I didnât expect my sweet little assistant to take matters into her own hands.â
With surprising compliance, the creature obeyed, retreating back into its dark confinement. You gently closed the lid, making sure it was secure, and let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding. You could not be afraid, yet it was terrifying to speak with a dead being.
Turning back, you found yourself face-to-face with Undertaker, his lips curved into a wide, knowing grin.
You felt your cheeks heating up, but you couldnât help but return his smile, even if just a little. âI couldnât let your plan fall apart,â you said, keeping your voice light, though your heart was still pounding. âBesides, I know how much this means to you⌠I couldnât stand to see you disappointed.â
Your breath hitched as his fingers lingered against your skin, the touch affectionate. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the dim light. âIâm not afraid because I want to see you happy,â you admitted quietly, averting your gaze, afraid to see his reaction. âI know how you are when youâre excited, and⌠I like it.â
Undertakerâs grin widened, and he took a step closer, his gloved fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. âOh, my dear, always so considerate, always thinking about me,â he murmured, his eyes gleaming with something you couldnât quite place.
âYou know, youâre quite the enigma yourself. So delicate, yet so fearless when it comes to helping me play with my little experiments. Are not afraid of them? Of me?â
Undertakerâs eyes softened, and for a moment, his grin melted into something more tender, more genuine. He tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, and the look he gave you was almost reverent. âYouâre quite the fascinating creature yourself, little dove.â
His voice barely above a whisper. âAlways so eager to please, even when you should be running the other way. I wonder⌠do you even realize what youâre getting yourself into?â
You knew you should have been afraid, but instead, you felt a warmth spreading through your chest. There was something almost intoxicating about the way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the world who could understand him, who could share in his dark, twisted delight.
âI donât care,â you replied softly, your voice steady. âAs long as Iâm with you, I donât care what happens.â
Undertaker chuckled, the sound low and rich, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against your temple. âThen I suppose itâs a good thing youâve already chosen your side, my dear,â he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. âAfter all, thereâs no turning back now⌠and I do so love having you by my side. I won't let you get away now, not even if your little brother found us out, not even if the whole world goes up in flames, you're my pretty assistant."
As you stood there, locked in Undertakerâs gaze, you realized you didnât mind the darkness that surrounded him. In fact, it was that very darkness that drew you in, binding you to him in a way you couldnât quite explain.
A smug smile grew on your lips. "Good to know because I'm not planning to let anyone separate us."
And as the night continued, you found yourself more certain than ever that you would do whatever it took to keep that smile on his face, even if it meant dancing along the edge of madness with him.
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The Marauders-Love Languages
AN: excited for my first bit of writing to be up! forgot to mention but I'm an english major so this is also just good practice for me anyways (and an opportunity to be lax with my grammar, shh, don't tell my professor!). the valkyries version of this should be up soon, probably tomorrow as it's 1 a.m. and I've lost steam lol. hope you all enjoy!
-starly â
Remus J. Lupin
Quality time.Â
Moony loves to curl up with a good book and his lover nearby. His idea of heaven is silently doing his revision in an armchair in the common room while his friends run about causing utter mayhem.
âOi, James give it back!â
âCatch me if you can, Evans!â
James runs from Lily, book in hand as she chases after him trying to get her belongings. Meanwhile Sirius and Peter are sprawled out on the floor scratching their heads at arithmancy.
âPete are you sure that's right?â
âEr, no actually, Iâm notâŚâ
Marlene and Mary sit on the couch holding hands and giggling to each other.Â
âMarls! Are you serious?â
Marlene raises her right hand and places it over her heart.
âYeah, swear on m'life.â
Remus relaxes into the armchair, smiling contently to himself as you approach, sitting on the arm of the chair. He wraps his arm around your waist, nuzzling his face into your side as he sighs contently.
"You okay Moony?"
"Just fine lovely, just fine."
Peter J. Pettigrew
Physical touch.
Wormtail loves to shift down to rat size and doze off in his lover's pocket. He doesn't mind staying normal size either, after all, it's quite hard to hold someone as a rat.Â
Peter sighs gently as you lie on his chest.
âAlright, dearest?â
You sit upright to make eye contact with him.
âAll good. How long d'you think we have before the boys come back?â
âHopefully a long, long, ti-â
âSIRIUS ORION BLACK NEXT TIME YOU KNOCK ME OFF MY BROOM-â
You jump up suddenly from Peter as the door swings open and a blur of black hair comes speeding in.Â
âIT WAS AN ACCIDENT MATE!â
Sirius O. Black
Words of affirmation.
After years of being degraded by Waburga Black, Padfoot loves nothing more than a good bit of praise. Confirmation that he can do something right, that he does, something right, goes a long way for him.
âCome on love, try it again.â
Sirius groans, dropping his head down onto the mattress.
âI'm telling you, I can't do it. I've tried over and over and it just doesn't bloody work!â
You grab Siriusâ hands, looking deeply into his eyes.
âPads, you can do it. I know it's a hard spell but just concentrate, breathe. You're so incredibly smart, you could be head of our year if you pulled a few less pranks per week. I know you can do it.â
Siriusâ eyes soften and he relaxes a bit, taking a deep breath, and murmuring the incantation. His magic feels electric as it courses through the air. As the spell ends you look to see heâs smiling brightly. Sirius drops his wand, tackling you onto the bed in a fit of giggles.
âYouâre bloody brilliant!â
âMe? Youâre the one doing the advanced magic!â
âYeah, but I couldnât have done it without you. Youâre my muse, I think.â
âI better be.â
James F. Potter
Physical touch.
Prongs doesnât know any other way to live. Won a quidditch game? Arms immediately thrown round you. Aced an exam? Lifts you up and spins you around. Successful prank? He may as well have tackled you.
Jamesâ breath tickled the back of your neck as you stood front-to-back underneath the invisibility cloak. James had found a sticking charm to cast on the floor, while Remus and Sirius crawled off to the dungeons to lure the slytherins out. You however, had done the most important part, levitating buckets of sludge collected from the bottom of the lake. Holding onto the spell was a bit taxing, but it would all be worth it.Â
âYou got it darling?â
You shifted on your heels a bit.
âYeah, just a bit tired.â
âDâyou want me to hold the buckets?
âNo no itâs alright, I donât know the sticking charm anyways.
âHopefully the lads donât take much longer, I-â
Suddenly loud footsteps came bounding down the hallway, and Remus and Sirius came flying around the corner.
âNow James!â
James cast the sticking charm and up ahead, Snape, Barty, and Regulus could no longer move. James steps from beneath the cloak, pulling it off of you as well and laughing loudly.
âAlright Prongs,â Sirius laughed boisterously, âGot the spell down just right.â
âBetter bloody have, took me ages. Love? Ready?â
You grinned wickedly.
âReady.â
You finally relax as the buckets tip, spilling out their content onto the floor, and slowly floating to the ground. Snape, Barty, and Regulus are completely covered in the sludge, and now stuck to the ground and unable to run.
James throws his arms around you, swaying widely, and a feeling of overwhelming warmth and love spreads through you
âMerlinâs beard! My brilliant partner does it again!â
You laughed, trying to shrug James off.
âGet off me you lousy git!â
Remus is stood nearby, leaning on Sirius as they smile at you and James, and the three boys trapped in the hall scowled fiercely.
âSirius I swear Iâll tell mother if you donât remove this charm right now!â
The black haired boy probably would have stood in the hallway all night laughing forever if Remus hadnât begun to drag him away. Another one for the books you thought, as Prongs slung an arm around your shoulder, holding you close as you snuck off to your next bout of mischief
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"I can't believe you made me fly!!" The man snarls, holding onto dear life to his harness strap, scared and agitated. "I fucking HATE planes!"
"Nice to see you haven't changed much, Logan." Hank mutters, not looking away from the sky.
Wade was looking out the window, ooohing and awwing at the scenery. "Aww come on, this isn't any different from the air drills in camp!" He smiles widely, his mouth wrinkles showing through his mask.
"I failed those!!"
"Oh- well.. I got an F for fantastic!" He grins, making Logan groan. "Of course you did..."
Birds of a feather I guess..
"They put me on snipe after that." He giggles.
Hank blinked a bit, glancing beside him. "You didn't bring any loaded guns did you?"
"Nope! Well-" he takes a small pistol off his calf, popping it open and unloading it. "Now I don't!"
Swallowing, Hank muttered. "Jesus Christ, save us.."
"I thought that was Elf's thing?" Logan mutters.
"It is but.." he glances to Wade as if he was a massive danger. "Never too late to start praying.. thats what Kurt always says. Speaking of which, he's off the radar too."
"What?" His thick brows scrunch, gritting his teeth, tearing into the seat as the plane jumped slightly in speed. "DON'T DO THAT!"
"My friend, you're fine, this is my latest model. The MXV-69"
A small chuckle came from Wade, making Beast sigh. "You haven't changed either I see.."
"What? Its funny."
"Numaric jokes are usually in my point of view but that one I never understood the humor of." He clicks a few buttons, easing up on the steering.
"That's what she said-" Wade whispers.
"Wade-" Logan grumbled. "So what's this about being 'off radar'?"
"Well- just as I said. He's off our radar. He volunteered to go in..."
Logans voice lowered, looking at the floor. "..Never came out..Is he..?"
"I don't think so. Mentioned something about having to 'rescue you back to salvation' a couple of times from these forests but... his tracker must have died. Or froze, because his heart line went flat this morning."
Was it terrible for Logan to think 'If you would have told me that, I would have come sooner.' ? Because he did. And now he felt guilty. He'd come to save Kurt, someone whos more then capable of finding his way, but not a 6 year old girl?
The plane was quiet.
"Logan.. just so you know.. I don't think you did it." Hank admits.
"...Didnt think I did what?" He knew exactly what he thought he didn't do.
"About the kid.. I don't think you did it."
"Thank you!! This is what I've been saying!! Local gym teacher goes nuts and tries to kill a kid? Doesn't seem right. There had to be something else going on!" Wades hands go up, excited that someone else believed his husband and not just himself.
"Why not?" He knew Hank was a man of science. He wouldn't believe something unless there was proof or a hell of a good case as to why.
"Well.. the thing is.. when I analyzed the kid, something was.. off. I've never seen anything like it. It was like he was... a shell."
"What?"
"Yes. It didn't match up with any of our data base either. The kid wasn't even enrolled."
Now, it was Wade's turn. "What!? No no no, that's gotta be wrong. I saw that kid all the time. He was in Gambits cooking class even. He was failing- sure- but we all have our vices."
"No, I mean. It was as if he were nothing but a husk. A host, maybe."
"Oh like Venom?"
"No. Yes? I'm not sure. S. H. E. I. L. D took him before I could finish testing..but if I read those readings right... Logan.. that kid was a plant."
Thinking about old Worst Wolverine being called by each of the X men individually after they have a falling out because Logan injured a child very badly to the point the only reason they didn't die is because another classmates healing abilities all while he just... walked away.
Well- ran.. away... leaving a child to die. He's tried to explain thousands of times that he blacked out, that he didn't remember doing any of this. He tries to say that maybe it was someone else, that mystique did this shit all the time in his universe.
"Yeah, well!? This isn't your universe! Because the REAL Logan would never do this.." Scott screams at him as Logan leaves the Mansion for the last time. He doesn't come back. He didn't even get to tell his Xkits goodbye. It got to the point where Laura dropped out, taking Gabby with her, wanting nothing to do with the school anymore.
So now, here he is. In Maine, an old fisherman, part-time hunter, and the only people he lets around him have healing factors.
He lives with Wade, who still- by the way- doesn't have any grey hairs (maybe because hes bald but- yk)
One night, while Logan is out, making himself feel useful by feeding the small town they're in, providing for more poor families, feeding their children's hungry mouths and asking nothing in return but respect. (It gets to the point that the children cheer when they see Logan, wanting to hug him, but he growls at them to get off, too afraid of hurting them) Wade finally awnsers the ringing phone.
"What." There's vemon in his tone, but soon his eyes widden, and he frowns.
Walking outside he stands there a moment, knowing Logan can hear him.
He ignores him, looking at the fish, litsening, his breathing slowing as he skewers some with his claws. Its not exactly spear fishing but- close.
"What?" His voice is almost annoyed, as if knowing what his long time Husband was about to ask him.
"Logan.."
"No."
"Logan-"
He shakes his head. "Don't care."
"...She's missing."
He pauses, turning after scraping the dead fish into a bucket. "Who's missing?"
"There's a little girl missing."
"So?"
"Logan!"
"I'm not helping them, Wade. That's final." He growls.
For a moment, Wade frowns, but he didn't learn to obey thy husband like the bible said.
He never did.
"Logan, there's a 6 year old out there. All alone. Cold. Probably going to be eaten by wolves!" He shouts from the back porch, knowing his place enough to stay here and not come near his fish. Even after all these years, Logan was still finicky over his food. "And all because some old fart won't help her!"
The silence thickened as Logan thought about it, the hero side of his brain yelling 'We'll find her!' And the hurt old part of him saying 'That's not my buisness.'
".. You find her then." He compromises.
"I can't! And if anyone knows those Canadian woods, it's you! You said you knew those forests like the back of your hand!" Wade protests. "If I could smell someone through miles of freezing snow, I would. But I can't. So here I am, asking The Wolverine to go do what he does best."
He grunts, glaring. "And that is?"
"Helping a little girl get back to her mommy..." Wade says, knowing that he was sold. He knew he was sold the moment he told him to do it himself. "She doesn't have much time, Logan." He sighs, putting a cherry on top.
The greyed man huffed, grumbling under his breath for a moment. "Who will stay here with the dog?"
"Gabby can! She loves gabs." Gott'em.
"What about Laura? Why can't she find her?"
Shit.
"Logan, Laura has barley been in those woods. You've lived in them for years. So. What will it be. Pull up your panties and go save a little girls life? Or do it anyway when our baby girl gets lost too?"
Logan scoffs, disappointed. "..She wouldn't get lost.."
"She would if the scent kept being blown away.."
Wade adds, seeing the 'god damn it, he's right.' look on the old mans brow.
He lets out a large sigh. "...I don't want any help."
"Oh well too fucking bad bucko, I'm gonna go pack my snow suit!"
"No! I mean... I donât want any help from THEM.."
"No promises. I'm not letting poor Susie die just because you have a grudge. Now put your fish in the freezer and lets go! They're coming to pick us up-"
"I ain't flying!!" Logan snarls, watching as his lover ran off, having a deep feeling that he would be in the air shortly..
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#river dipping#theodore doe#matthias evanoff#a burning house to live in#echthroi#ts4#ts4 edit#simblr#ts4 screenshots#theo i hope you're having the most insane birthday sex rn i hope it's ******** and ***** and ***'** **** *** **** ***** :)<3#sorry i put off making your birthday edit for so long that i had to pivot and post this edit instead of the one i wanted </3#...very funny how similar this is to that LAST render i posted... well so WHAT!! if i think matthias looming is sexy!!#this is based on a photo that everyone was drawing their ocs as so really it's not MY fault he's back there clinging and being a freak#actually if y'all want this pose lmk... i'll share it but fyi it's only meant to be seen from the waist up and idk how it'd look#on a sim that doesn't have the same muscle mass and like. bulk. that matthias has......................................#just got rock hard after typing that... anyway.#HAPPY BIRTHDAY THEO <333333333 LOVE YOU SO MUCH I PROMISE I'M GONNA KEEP WORKING ON THE //ACTUAL// BIRTHDAY EDIT!! like .#posted abt this on the sideblog but the real edit i have planned for him is making me lose my fucking gourd#and it'll probably take me :))) a few more days to figure out#expect a depressing theo-as-a-teenager edit eventually tho. with writing!! accompanying it!!#matthias's face has changed again btw đ i redid it almost immediately after i posted that first render attempt so he looks DIFFERENT!!#i posted screenshots of him in cas just the other day on my other acc and he looks so good in them i might post them here too#oh and!! this edit looks massively different than my last because this screenshot was taken with a new preset i made specifically for#the real birthday edit i'm working on... it's a hallway scene so i figured out depth and density to get this really cool fog effect#i'm really excited for it!! in my head the way it looks makes me crazy but idk if i can pull it off properly. but like i WAS SAYING!!#new preset is sooo sexy after i post this i'll reblog with the before and after to show you how good it looks even w/o any editing#like. the colors....... literally have always wanted a preset like this i'm so glad i spent yesterday fucking around with it#ALSO!! i've been doing those oc/ship dynamic templates for fun recently so i might post a few of them here soon#realize i'm rambling so much in these tags bc i haven't been here in forever kfjnkfjhn ummmmm. let me stop.#EVERYONE WISH THEO HAPPY BIRTHDAY RIGHT NOW đŤľâź
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