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what-have-i-unleashed · 24 days ago

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welcome to the show

first full-length fic about my favorite gremlin to torture, nova, and their universe! somewhat... i wonder how you guys would feel about this hehehe

(cw: unreality, blood)

The building has appeared out of nowhere, between the space of the two stores you frequently visit. It is a movie theater of sorts, the old-timey kind that has a marquee showing what shows are currently playing. There’s only one show as far as you can see, but its letters have been rendered ineligible to your eyes.

You stare at the strange building for a moment, your umbrella on your side. You received an invitation a few days ago about a new showing in town, and you haven’t expected it to be this. Well, you’ve come here already, so why not see what all of this is about?

The lobby isn’t any less strange, with its dizzying checkboard-patterned floor and mirror ceiling. The space is decked out with balloons, posters, cardboard figures, and what looks like abandoned film props. Nervously, you approach the ticket booth, where an attendant stands and perks up upon seeing you.

“Welcome to the theater!” they trill, their voice clear as chiming bells. The tag on their uniform says HELLO! along with a scribbled-out name. Their crimson-hued eyes look at you, then at the invitation letter gripped tightly in your hand. “Oooh~” They give you a mischievous smile and slide a ticket to you. “So you’re here to watch that, huh? I have a feeling you’re gonna love it – it’s a real crowd-pleaser!”

“Uh, thanks?” you say, taking the ticket.

Leaving the ticket booth, you walk past the concession stand where a cat-like monster in suspenders and a striped hat is standing. They don’t look at you, absentmindedly chewing on a lollipop. You don’t think you will need any popcorn or drink with this showing.

The showing theater itself is quite small, with rows of faded red seats. The movie is already playing on the screen, so you quickly move to a seat you prefer – middle row of course for maximum enjoyment. As you navigate through the dark space, you see a few others sitting scattered over the space, their forms still and unmoving but their eyes are glued to the screen. Shaking off the unnerving sight, you settle in to watch the movie.

On the screen, a human child is standing face-to-face against a skeleton monster. After a brief exchange of words, the two immediately engage in battle – a glorious one at that. The human dies over and over, but for some reasons, they always come back, more dead set on killing the obstacle in front of them than before. You sit up, on the edge of your seat, as you try to decipher what is happening between both of them.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?”

The sudden voice startles you. You turn around to see someone on the seat next to you, their face obscured by the hat they’re wearing, but you can feel the way their dark eyes pierce into you, as if watching your every twitch.

“It’s, uh, fine,” you stammer, unable to come up with anything better to say on the spot.

“Just ‘fine’?” The mysterious figure says, their smile illuminated by the light from the screen. “That’s not exactly glowing praise, you know?”

“It’s fine,” you repeat, a bit defensive. “Not exactly something groundbreaking. I’ve seen this before.”

The figure leans back in the seat, letting out a chuckle. “Hmm fair enough. But! Sometimes it’s not about originality - it's about the execution.” They avert their eyes on you to watch the screen. “See… How does it move you? How does it make you feel?”

“… I don’t know,” you say. “I wish I knew more about the characters to make my judgement, honestly.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. This Sans character – he seems really interesting. Too bad we don’t know much about him, huh? I think it would be quite fun if there was a spin-off about him.”

“Enlightening suggestion there.” The figure breathes out, and you swear you can see something gleaming in their eyes. “What do you think? What should his story be?”

You watch the scene on the screen unfold in front of you. The two characters are still locked in their battle, for a strangely long sequence now. Neither of them looks like they’re on the verge of giving up just yet, but you can see the Sans character start to get tired, his eyelights fuzzy and sweat forming on his skull.

“He looks like a tragic character,” you say. “Someone who wants to give up a long time ago, but he’s the only line of defense left against the human. He’s a nihilist who thinks nothing matters anymore, which affects every decision of inaction he makes throughout the movie.”

“That he is, alright,” the figure hums, putting their legs up on the headrest of the seat in front of them. “If he actually cared, he would have intervened some time ago. When the human killed his brother. When the whole Snowdin went quiet. But he didn’t do anything, did he? Because he’s lazy – because he thinks nothing would matter anyway if he did.”

You stay quiet, watching Sans killing the human once again, splattering their blood all over the pristine tiles of the judgement hall. Is the movie going to continue like this? An endless number of loops of just the human and Sans fighting to the end of the world? That seems…

Boring.

“It’s not supposed to be a bombastic action movie, you know?” the figure says, starting you out of your reverie. “This is a slow psychological drama, with only one ending in sight.” They frame the movie screen with their fingers, smiling to themself. “Suspense! Drama! Tragedy! That’s what makes the viewers feel! We’re all searching for catharsis for ourselves through these little pixels on the screen, that moment where the character breaks.”

“Sans doesn’t look like the expressive type of character to break that easily though,” you add in, thoughtfully. And the figure pauses, rubbing their chin.

“… You’re right. You said he’s your favorite character, didn’t you? I guess it wouldn’t be too absurd to make him-”

They stand up abruptly, their voice booming throughout the tiny space. “CUT!!!”

The screen freezes as it focuses on Sans’ tired bloodstained form, his face twisted in resignment. The other audience members don’t react, but the shadows along the walls spring to life. Shadowy figures emerge and spill onto the screen, darkening the scene to a greyscale tone.

The figure – now you can confidently call the director – strides towards the stage under the screen, their presence commanding. “Alright, team,” they say, clapping their hands. “We’re reworking this one. Our valuable critic here thinks we can do much better.”

One shadowy figure appears next to them, holding a clipboard and nodding enthusiastically. The Sans character, who is still on the frozen screen, blinks, and you realize he’s staring at the camera, his body language looking almost nervous.

“Let’s make this story even more harrowing, shall we?” the director says. “Let’s make Sans remember the Resets – that should add some unpredictability into his character.”

The edge of the screen turns black, creating a vignette effect on the scene. Sans darts his eyes around, as if he can tell what is happening.

“Hmm, but will he go crazy over this though? Or will he stay a nihilistic slob like usual?” The director paces back and forth on the stage, humming to themself. “Ah-hah! How about we make this not his first loop, nor his second, nor his tenth, but his 400th? That should give him enough fuel to start doing something, right?”

Something flickers in Sans’ expression. Fear, you think. But you can’t tell truly. You can only watch as more color is drained out of the screen, as the shadows creep closer and closer to the character.

“The normal mind can’t comprehend dying so many times,” the director says cheerfully. “The experience would surely break them. Time progresses for them, but not for anyone else in their life. How older would they be, mentally, compared to everybody else? That gap in mentality alone would ostracize them from society entirely, if they were not a good actor, of course.”

On the screen, Sans crumbles to his knees, gasping soundlessly as black ichor pours from his orifices. The shadows are surrounding him, taking shapes of weird-looking figures. The scene blurs, as if affected by TV snow. Sans’ gaze is still locked on the camera though – on you. You turn your eyes away.

“… Hmm that should work,” the director mutters, then says louder. “Okay, everyone! I want more gore! More murder! More insanity! Let’s turn this psychological drama into a psychological horror, shall we?”

The shadows on the screen shift in their place, and Sans finally turn his eyes on them, his glassy faraway look instantly transforming into one with much fear and anger.

“Alright! Act five, scene four, take seven! In three, two…”

The director snaps their finger, and the scene restarts.

Sans is standing at the judgement hall again, but now instead of the human facing him, it’s no one. The space is empty as Sans wanders around, waiting futilely for the murderer to come. The sheen of dust clings to Sans’ jacket, as he shakily pulls his hood up. The dust flows into the shadows behind the pillars, and you gasp as melted forms of different monsters crawl out of it, clinging onto Sans’ back like a grotesque-looking centipede. Sans stands still, but he can’t stop his shoulders from shaking as he wraps his arms around himself, the eternal smile on his face twitching at its corner.

“How’s that for a plot twist, huh?” the director asks, finally coming back to their seat next to you. Their grin is wide, showing their teeth. “All of those killings – it’s just him all alone. The judge, now having to judge himself.”

“It’s…” You struggle to find the word. After a brief silence, you breathe out. “… macabre. This is so messed up.”

“Of course it is,” the director says, their laugh sharp. “Cinema should provoke you. It should unsettle you, forcing you outside of your comfort zone. Safe is boring. Danger… well, you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try.”

Sans looks at the camera again, only for a brief moment. In that quick gaze, you can feel his suffocating despair, but also a strange sense of… glee? It’s gone before you can process it any further. Beside you, the director hums excitedly.

“You should really come to see the sequel. The real torment starts there.”

#cw unreality #killing nova with this #what is this? sequel? prequel? how about none of them and also both of them at the same time >:3 #i have to take care of my au babies somehow smh #i write #prime-time au #prime-time nova #undertale au #utmv

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teecupangel · 3 months ago

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From @thedragonqueen1998

Isn't the Duke a horrible person? So once Desmond is returned, he plans to murder him too. XD Maybe once Giovanni shows up, he just tells him where his father is and pretends he never saw him?

While I cannot confirm nor deny if Duke Sforza was a horrible person in AC, the Templars were the ones who tried to kill him while Giovanni failed to save him. (He was in the short live action short film that starred Giovanni as the main character) so we can play with Duke Sforza’s personality on this one XD

Tags from @crispybureau

#oooh tasty!! #am always down for trans des perhaps especially when it's a matter of circumstance lmao #like cis des in the future but then he gets punted back into a woman's body and is like ''ah. i understand now.'' #but!! am also thinking about bitty des killing his husband and going out to find the italian brotherhood like immediately #or just straight up going to giovani auditore like ''apprentice me or im gonna tell all your kids what you do'' #sneaky fem child sneakin around the palazzo and ezio being so confused but intrigued esp when it seems like shes watching HIM #more than the other kids #and giovani n maria and even federico n claudia all rolling their eyes like ''of course giovani's murder apprentice is crushing on ezio'' #which would indeed be very tasty but i also think this is a hella good setup for des/federico #but also more trans thoughts: des not telling anyone or presenting masc because he doesnt think he can esp if was cis in the future #and already doesnt know how to deal with his feelings #i fully believe giovani would be chill with it even if he didnt fully understand it but des never gives him that chance because he #honestly just doesn't think to #though im torn on if hed go by a different name than catarina if he ran to the brotherhood or giovani #like would he try to distance himself from his husband's murder? #would it simply never occur to him that he could go by something different maybe even desmond? #i dunno I just have such a strong visual of bitty assassin des really intensely watching ezio from around corners #and doorways and never explaining anything to anyone #desmond #teecupangel #other people's writing #but also my own #i should tag that #cj rambles #caterina sforza

I just thought of how we can make Ezio’s life more entertaining for us (or Federico if you want this to be FedEs), Desmond takes on the name Desmond once he shoehorned himself into being Giovanni’s protegee (and the constant silent judging eyes whenever Giovanni visits the Medici) and tells everyone he’s a man. Now we have our poor love interest trying to not think about the implication that he may or may not be gay on top of Desmond’s general mystery.

If we go with Desmond running away after killing off his husband, Caterina Sforza will a wanted fugitive. Depending on whether Duke Sforza survived or not in this one, he might even be hunted down to be executed due to Templar interference.

If Duke Sforza is still alive in this one, maybe he’s looking for his daughter to protect her in some way.

Of course…

No one is looking for the mysterious Desmond.

New reincarnation idea: Desmond is reborn as Caterina! I have no other details. Just thought it was a interesting idea.

I’m thinking of a way we can keep Desmond from just running away as soon as he can and trying to find Ezio or the Auditores XD

Like, sure, we can make him stay put at the age of 10 when he’ll get married to the then pope’s nephew but there’s no way in hell he’s going to stay and consummate that marriage at the age of 14.

Especially considering that his husband would be around 30 years old when they got married.

To be completely honest, Desmond would definitely assassinate his husband at the earliest convenience for him.

Especially once he remembered that his husband is a Templar.

If he does end up killing his husband (which he probably will), he’d either run away and be known as his husband’s killer or he stays put and pin the kill to a close ally of his husband or a fellow Templar. And take over his husband’s titles.

Or…

Because they have never consummated their marriage, Desmond would be returned to Duke Galeazzo Maria Sforza.

He’d be worried that his dear father would marry him off again but the duke just let him stay by his side and even start to teach him.

Desmond wasn’t sure what the duke thought but there were already rumors that it was ‘Caterina Sforza’ that killed his own husband and Desmond was wondering if that was the reason why the duke wasn’t planning to marry him off again.

Because of this…

Desmond was there when the Templars try to kill his father.

And he comes face to face with Giovanni Auditore.

#i don’t know what they call federico x desmond #just called them fedes because it’s closed to fedex XD

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castle-dominion · 1 year ago

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bonus features

martha's master class

lmao I love the way this is made martha my beloved he IS astute! & the son of an actress! "presence & enthusiasm as they undress each other. Oh! There goes the hat!" of course you did, with the hat as a character bomb went off, shoving her lover under the bed to save his life believe you me MARTHA ah yes the timing. I think he was a personal trainer! I'd be proud of him too! Listening & thinking than line count I like Martha is great. *whispers* very hitchcock she is just talking them thru lol. But they totally look like they are filming it from the loft. Maybe during his physio appointments. why wipe it off? I was right! They DID need to be watching him to make sure he was awake & watching! They did this for him... they were up in the middle of the night doing this to give castle the best birthday gift ever for a mystery writer. Tho an escape room would have been fun too. just walking on the phone as people do "should he decide to break in" why didn't he shred it tho? the soda from the cabinet <3 coordinating it with the beckett fridge hint was sooo good they had rehearsals on the day-of!? She has lied before, she IS a good actress sometimes! I want to look in your fridge! I feel like I am being attacked! Oh no! I have a particular talent for telling people what to do & how to do it! I love her sm & am so glad they made that

your home is your castle

desirable real estate? really? it is a thousand dollars biweekly for a closet in someone's bathroom & you only get to sleep there nights because your roommate sleeps there during the day. at least it is not as bad as toronto They are getting an interiot designer to tour the loft. love it.

Alfred. I like this fellow. & vern ofc. get the script first, determine what we will build & what we will not. tracing paper 3d model digitally thankfully materials Building a set is honestly great robbing peter to pay paul, renting vs building vs buying oOH WE GET TO SEE THE MILL

HEY I RECOGNIZE THAT, THEY ARE BUILDING THE SPACESHIP I THINK Damon my man Ah, time constraints. My dad is a carpenter, he has done work for museums & churches, I wonder what it would be like if he made commissions for film. Like that one person in the murdoch mysteries fandom (I think @ha-bloody-ha is the one?) who does some kind of fiber art commissions for the costume department. "build me a sign" in the middle of shooting like bro you just... didn't have that already? ok lol wet paint still on camera lol

Experts in tribeca lol two sisters & a mom in the heart of tribeca near beckett's loft & their cute umbrellas & their very new york accents privacy, eateries, family, celebrity, sounds perfect for kate.

Lol I love their fake skyline Oooh a full tour of her apartment dustjackets fan wiki does not have a map for beckett's apartment so I'll grab a clip I like her art & stuff Alfred understands characters so well MY FATHER & I WOULD TAG TEAM THIS GUY & GIVE HIM A LICKING BECAUSE AS A CHEF & A KITCHEN DESIGNER WE ARE SO MAD. fancy plastic from home depot lol I like her stairs & the books on them Ooh a rooftop garden! She canonically likes to read I like how stana & alfred sat down & chatted. oh, johanna pic... open it up physically ooh so good! the lighting is indeed nice. Ah yes, set ceilings are able to be removed. Nice. She has a dining room? Wow lol. Ah her bedroom is a swing set. They take it down & store it & then if they need it they set it back up. Audio sounds a bit like the portal radio that is her bedroom? No I don't think so I think this is the workshop where they are setting up her bedroom...

Soho new york these pretty ladies! artists, writers, Bachelor & playboy & walking distance to restaurants really pretty tbh. Old fashioned. walking distance 5-10m from where kate lives according to the new york fellows faster on foot than in a taxi, obviously

Love the skylight NF: What I learned about richard castle when I walked in here was that he is incredibly wealthy. Old spectacles, swords, typewriters, weird alphabet golfballs they just hide their lines around the sets lmao open shelves are great for me as an adhder with a lack of object permanence, out of sight out of mind. But that is One Heavy Door considering the shelves are acting as the wall between the office & rest of the house. The kitchen certainly is interesting. Too clean imo just have a cambro under there lol NF: "we've all lived like that" smells like dust lol sfx, perry! My man! Ah, fire issues. Wourder. Jersey lol. it IS a nice staircase! Vern: Is there anything actually up there? Me: well they joked about seamus dever sleeping in castle's bed & jon huertas putting a cot up there to nap between takes... The stairs: *nothing* I too would love to see martha's room! His office is bigger than I thought... is that a door to a balcony? Yeah that picture really messed me up at first, I thought maybe it was a mirror... of course all the walls need to be able to be removed Ooh hoo hoo his bedroom! Oh his fave is the photograph of the subway on the landing Want a hug? Aw so cute!

NF: Idk AM: Well there are several bedrooms... MQ: 15 million SK: Millions for sure. SS: Location location location AM: 3.5, 4 mil? NF: My apartment in new york was smaller than these two rooms combined & I was paying a little over 2k a month in rent... at least 6 million to buy SK: A detective from a family of academics would be able to afford a place like this so whatever those people make MQ: Gosh & I've never lived in new york I'm totally just acting like I know what I'm talking about NF: Becktt's apartment would be... AM: Maybe a million? a little more than that SS: a million three nine five ($1 395 000?) NF: 4.2 million SK: 200k Vern: Interesting guesses

3bed 3bath 5k sq feet in soho for 6mil with all that outdoorspace I'd buy one for myself & for each of my daughters 12mil 200k would get you a storage bin, maybe two, for your coats 2bed home office 1.8k sq feet fabulous details open kitchen exposed brick in the heart of tribeca, closer to 4mil. If there is outdoor space closer to 5mil.

Make your home your castle uwu *steals a book*

Lot Cops Oh no this one. Jon Huertas & Seamus Dever going for "tactical training" but I've seen this one & idk how much of it was scripted but it is insane they are insane I am insane I went insane over this not to mention how insanely funny it is. A recert for tactical effectiveness they say. I am trying SO HARD not to tell the entirety of tumblr how silly & stupid this is like How Much of this was scripted, how much did they say "just play around" how much did they tell the training team? how much were they acting? this feels like an unus annus episode r for restraint that's the only one I'm saying in this liveblog.

Deleted scene singular Are we dating? A couple weeks? Isn't that like,, all the vacation north americans get? Dating, being with, semi-cohabitating, I'll tell you what we're not doing: sleeping she TRIED to have that talk, twice even!

Someone posted these bloopers right? I love all the gibberish but "nine-- ten blocks away" could have stayed too much sex shut thup NO for a sec I thought he was speaking cree lmao "we never swear on this show" *shows a bunch of swearing* Who'd make a movie after a failed scifi series? That guy's gotta but fckn nuts! *serenity* Ok I'll clip the uh, the thing. Not the entire thing even tho it is very funny, just the, you know, the things I always grab from the bloopers.

#castle s5 bonus features #castle s5 outtakes

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inkykeiji · 4 years ago

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clariiiii i watched true romance too!!! it was great like ughhh i just LOVE christian slater he’ll forever be my 90’s celeb crush. i noticed that the film had major tarantino vibes(esp in the character’s lines n the plot) and later found out he was actually the scriptwriter for this film so that was fun hehe but the cinematography and the 90’s mood r what rlly captivated me ahh i love love love the vibes from 8-90’s vintage films. overall it was great nd fresh, felt like watching a tarantino-style romance film (which turned out to be actually true but anyways) and that’s rare!!! great plot and dynamics too!

as a film enthusiast/major/filmmaker i have tons of stuff i wanna chat w/ you about eeek <33 but i kinda feel guilty cuz this is not a film blog yanno idk i cant explain it but i feel guilty?!?! but can i ask u if that’s okay? 🥺 do u have any other film recs(cuz both movies u recommended were amaazing)? do u have a fav genre? what’s ur fav film? do u have a fav director? ahhh im sorry i’m like spamming u wif questions i’m such a nerd BAHAHA -🐰

omg i’m so happy i love it so much!!!!!!!! yeah he’s a dreamboat sigh pls i just killed myself typing that ahahahaha but no he’s so attractive AND U KNOW WHO HE REMINDS ME OF, ACTUALLY???? or more appropriately, who reminds me of him??? idk if you watched ratched—i got about halfway through so far but haven’t really picked it back up (ryan murphy n i have a complicated relationship) but oh my god finn wittrock’s character in ratched just reminds me of christian so much (in looks, not actions/personality ofc hahahaha)!!

aaaaah thank you so much for coming back to share ur thoughts with me i’m so happyyyy 🥺🥺 YES he is!! true romance is my favourite movie written by quentin, but reservoir dogs + the hateful eight are my favourite films directed by him <33 okayokayokay LET’S GET INTO FILM STUFF UNDER THE CUT EEEEE!!!

FIRST OF ALL alabama is like, one of my favourite characters ever like i cannot decide if i want to marry her or if i want to BE her. same with clarence—i just love their relationship so much like, it’s obv a lil unhealthy but gosh like you said THE DYNAMICS!!! and the colour palatte for that film is just ahhhhh so so so good, it inspired my current colour palette actually!! i was gonna do that teal blue n bright cherry red but i didn’t like the way the gradients were turning out :(( so i went with blue n purple instead ehehe

YES BUNNY BB YES YOU CAN ASK ME AS MANY FILM QUESTIONS AS YOU WANT!!!!!! we can chat about film any time, don’t feel guilty at all!! film and writing are tied as my two favourite things ever hahaha so any film questions/discussions are allowed on my blog <33

aaaaaah i have a thousand recs ehehe pls i’ll give you a never-ending list if u don’t give me something more specific/narrow it down a lil!! like what’re you looking for first? do you want american films or italian films or french films etc etc etc? is there a particular genre, era or film movement you’re interested in? waaahhhh look u got me getting all excited n stuff eeee i love love love recommending new films to people 🥺🥺 i love watching them with people too—idk if this is gonna sound weird but like, i love introducing my friends/family to new films that i’ve seen but they haven’t and just watching their reactions n stuff, it’s such a special thing to share with them and it’s almost like i get to experience it for the first time again ehehe.

oof you really have unlocked a MONSTER okay okay

do you have a fav genre?

yes!! i love love love horror films ahahaha but i’m also really into dramas/slice of life type stuff.

what’s your fav film?

BUNNY PREPARE YOURSELF BECAUSE I HAVE A LIST. in no particular order:

fantastic mr fox - anderson

the godfather (part 1 + part 2) - coppola

goodfellas (duh) - scorsese

the royal tenenbaums - anderson

the rules of the game (french) - renoir

breathless (french) - godard

the hateful eight - tarantino

reservoir dogs - tarantino

her - jonze

the thing - carpenter

get out - peele

literally ANYTHING from fellini ahahaha but my absolute fave is la dolce vita (italian)

videodrome - cronenberg

true romance - scott

night of the living dead - romero

lost highway - lynch

the silence of the lambs - demme

a clockwork orange - kubrick

the shining - kubrick

kiki’s delivery service (japanese or english) - miyazaki

dunkirk - nolan

once upon a time in hollywood - tarantino (omg my boyfriend and i have decided if i were a tarantino character i’d literally be rick dalton lmaoooo)

no country for old men - coen brothers

burning (korean) - chang-dong

rebecca - hitchcock

rear window - hitchcock

halloween - carpenter

fargo - coen brothers

the empire strikes back <3333333 - kershner

back to the future - zemeckis

the dark knight - nolan

citizen kane!!!!!!!!! - my bby welles <3

midsommar - aster

the lighthouse - eggers

little women - gerwig

the man without a past (finnish) - kaurismaki

good god that’s a loooong list lmao i’m so sorry bunny but i’d say those are my absolute FAVOURITES. i know i’m missing a few for sure but aaaaah yes

do you have a fav director?

i have a few!! for ‘contemporary’ directors, i love quentin tarantino, wes anderson, david lynch, greta gerwig, and ari aster!! for like uhhh i guess ‘all time’ directors (who have passed away) my faves are stanley kubrick, alfred hitchcock and federico fellini!!!

SORRY THIS IS HUGE ahaha but no please don’t apologize i literally love talking about this kinda stuff!!! tell me all of your favourite directors and films too pls!!!!!!!

#bunny i love u <33333 #i hope you had a great thursday!!!!!#this question took me so long to answer lmao i was going through all of my collections n shit #i loved it tho thank you so much!!!!!!#feel free to come discuss film with me ANY TIME <33 #n pls pls if u wanna—narrow down what type of recs ur looking for and i can give u my faves or a list or something!!!#oooh we should make a film tag!!!!!!#okay okay lemme think about it <3 #🐰.anon #clari gets mail

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vigsilantes · 3 years ago

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movie night (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader (one shot) Summary: You and Adrian have a movie night and watch Shaun of the Dead. (I have a hc that Adrian loves watching horror movies, specifically zombie movies, and discussing the logistics of the kills in it lol) Word Count: 536 Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Swearing, Comfort, Idiots in Love, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Post-Canon, Zombie Movie, Reader-Insert, Post-Canon, Post Season 1 Warnings: swearing, gore, blood, zombies

>>>(read on ao3)<<<

After a long shift at your café job, and Adrian just coming home from Fennel Fields, you two were exhausted, and you both didn’t feel like going out to patrol tonight, so you decided to have a movie night. Looking through your gigantic, shared collection of DVDs, Adrian suggested Shaun of the Dead, which is one of his favorite movies. Whenever you two watch it, or any zombie movie, he goes into so much detail about the zombies, and the kills, and you love it. He knows how some of these kills should look like, and he loves talking about the logistics of it. And he loves seeing if he would survive given the circumstances of each zombie flick.

“Oooh like right there, the blood should’ve splattered differently, and there would definitely be more blood too! But that kill was insane!” he smiled, getting antsy on the couch, you could tell how much he loved this movie. You both had an immense amount of film knowledge, but this was where Adrian shined. Normally while watching movies, people get quite annoyed with you and Adrian sharing facts or talking while watching. The 11th Street Kids always throw popcorn at you guys or heckle you when you ramble too long during a movie. But together, you two love to discuss what’s happening, and hearing what the other has to say. “These zombies are mad slow walkers though, which gives them all at least some kind of chance. In that one movie we watched, those ones ran, which would just make it even more impossible to survive.”

“Yeah, man, in a regular zombie apocalypse, I think we’d have some chance of survival,” you started, Adrian looked over at you, “you know we have some experience defending ourselves,” he giggled, “but if they ran, it’s game over for me… You know I’m not the fastest runner,” you chuckled. “You on the other hand, might have some odds in your favor, you are such a fast runner, babe,”

“You’re fast!” Adrian instantly came to your defense. “Remember when we outran the cops that time? You were super fucking fast, I think you’d have a chance,” he nudged you.

“Eh… if they’re like the ones in that movie though, I’d be a goner,” you joked, “you’re on your own, Ade,” you tapped his thigh.

“Nooo!” He screeched. “I could carry you whenever we needed to run, or give you a piggyback ride,” he suggested, fully serious. “Ooh or I could tie you to my back like I did with Goff a while ago,” you started laughing.

“Wouldn’t I slow you down?” you said in between laughs.

“Nah, like you said, babe, I’m fast,” he gloated. “I don’t wanna live through an apocalypse without you," he said as he rubbed your hand. “It’d be superrrr boring, and like who would I even talk to?”

“That’s true, I am pretty fun to converse with,” you smiled, and he nodded in agreement. The night continued like this, watching the movie, making up fake apocalypse scenarios, and seeing how or if you would survive. In every fake scenario, no matter how insane it was, Adrian always made up some crazy, irrational way to save you.

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dancingdreamer · 1 year ago

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Waaaa thank you for the tag @liass-21 !!! Never actually been tagged in anything before so this is fun!

LAST SONG? Cody Fry's cover of Eleanor Rigby! I adore his stuff more songs should have orchestras in them!!!

FAVOURITE COLOR? Oooh it varies! Right now it's like a deep forest green

CURRENTLY WATCHING? Midnight mass on netflix!!! Its spooky season I'm getting festive 👻🎃

LAST MOVIE? Red Eye (the one with Cillian Murphy). My flatmates and I did face masks whole we watched, was a fun time!

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? Sweeeeeeet!!!! Always sweet, I have such a sweet tooth but sometimes I crave like some really good sea salt crisps? Ya know?

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? Been with my amazing gf for nearly 4 years now!!! I love her!!!!

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? Mission Impossible, and the cornetto trilogy films... simon pegg is running in a hamster wheel in my head

LAST THING YOU TYPED IN THE SEARCH BAR? Ethan Hunt lmao I had to check when his birthday was to make sure the timeline of my fic made sense with seasonal changes to daylight hours 😅

Uhhh I really dont have that many mutuals so i guess I'll tag @aldehydethebodies @hallowbees and anyone who wants to join can hop in!

thank you for the tag @mafiatsunafish <3 im just making another post cause that one is LONG

LAST SONG? paint the town red by doja cat

FAVORITE COLOR? orange 🧡

CURRENTLY WATCHING? nothing at the moment but i gotta watch sabrina the teenage witch again, also gotta watch the continental and gen v i didnt know either of them were out yet 😬

LAST MOVIE? i think it was pretty woman? its been a while i havent had movie time this week

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? savory my beloved

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? single 👍

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? call of duty!!!!!! top gun as always but very into slimav lately, adventure time and nascar

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tagging: @airlocksandaviaries @transrjmacready @superbattrash @hxghball @woodsywingman and anyone else who wants in <3

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wizkiddx · 4 years ago

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Congratulations on 500 followers!! Could you do nr 2 with Tom please <3

thankyou <33 im very in my feels abt friends to lover atm, so ik this is a completely unoriginal concept but here we are

warning: nothing much- maybe homesickness? (+ the fact tom has poor choice in popcorn )

^^^ sorry I couldn't not put this on here and I will reuse it lots n lots

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“Right I got two options annnnddddd there is only one correct answer.” Tom hummed up at you, pulling his tired gaze away from the phone screen and up towards the kitchen where you were standing triumphantly - having just raided his cupboards. From behind your back you whipped out a bag of popcorn in each hand.

“Sweet…. or salty?” Sighing with a small chuckle Tom shook his head at your playfulness. He didn’t know how you did it but you always always made his smile.

“I’m not a psychopath…” You huffed in relief, already turning around to throw the salty back in the cupboard where it belonged. “So salty of course.”

You were trapped in a house with an absolute psychopath.

You scowled at him, for having such poor taste, expecting some sort of argument to start. That wasn’t the case though, instead he just stared at you expectantly.

He must really really be unhappy.

You’d sensed it on set that morning - it wasn’t hard to miss. Not when it was your best friend, who for the past two months you’d been spending at least 6 hours a day with whilst shooting. Even when you were supposed to have a day off, when Tom had some solo shots or vice versa, you’d still come to keep the other company. It didn’t make sense but you both just sort of liked it that way.

This wasn’t your first rodeo working together either. Your first joint project had been almost four years ago, when both of you were barely adults, still figuring everything out. Ever since it had been bumping into each other every so often, always with an easy and effortless relationship.

Your current director had noted your chemistry at an awards show (the man never switched off) and decided in that moment he HAD to cast you together for a project. And a year later, here you both were, shooting in Australia for what was set to be a record breaking new release.

And it had been going great - better than great even. But as soon as Tom had shown up to makeup this morning, you’d known something was up. It was fair to assume it was something from home, maybe even just a bit of homesickness, or perhaps something more severe. Either way, the situation was probably exacerbated by the fact he didn’t have his brother or bestfriend or manager or normal syltist with him right now. Tom was pretty renowned within the industry for always having a massive entourage - which was normally made up with his family and friends. This time though he was going it solo.

Today had been long and you’d had to do press at stupid oclock in the morning last night for your current release - which meant your plan had always been to leave promptly and collapse into bed as soon as physically possible.

But Tom needed your company. So you hadn’t. Instead, you’d somewhat subtly invited yourself to his rented house for a movie night - blaming it on your director wanting you both to study the relationship dynamics in ‘out of sight’ (a J Lo and Clooney romance movie).

“You think you know a person and then they loose all your respect… just like that.” You sigh jokingly, gesturing to the bag of ‘foul’ popcorn your costar seemed to like.

“Well we’ve come to a crossroads.”

“It’s been nice knowing you but this…” you scoffed and dramatically rolled your eyes “… I see no way out.”

“Isn’t it better if we have a bag each? Then I might manage to actually get some before you scoff them all.”

You yelped in protest, though really you were just grateful he was still up for a bit of a laugh. He had been much less jokey the whole day, though was seeming to warm up a bit.

Once you had poured the two bags of popcorn into two separate bowels and prepared the film on TV; you plopped yourself onto Tom’s sofa, so your back was against the corner and your feet were over his lap (it wasn’t weird, just normal for the two of you). Instinctively, Tom lightly grabbed your ankles, repositioning you on his thigh slightly before leaning across the pull the blanket over the both of you. Whilst he smoothed out the crinkles in the fluffy navy fabric you took the opportunity to poke your toe into his side - garnering his attention.

“I take it you don’t wanna talk about it?” After he froze, Tom then nodded jerkily. “But if you change your mind, you know I’m here right?” His demeanour changed at your second statement as his body literally sagged into the cushions, with a grateful if small smile.

He respond by mouthing an ‘I know’ and that was enough for you. Shuffling down the side a bit you pressed play, settling in for the evening. Tom still had a hand resting on your ankles, occasionally rubbing his thumb up and down the bony bit.

Honestly you didn’t really see what your director was going on about when he raved about their on screen chemistry and it seemed that neither did Tom. It wasn’t a scathing commentary that gave it away, instead it was his silence. Which you quickly realised was the he had drifted off, his head lolling a little so he was facing you, palms now completely lax on your legs. It was whilst you were just taking in the sight before you, that a buzzing cut through the otherwise soft noise from the TV - which you had turned down for Tom’s sake.

It wasn’t your phone but you instinctively still reached for it from the coffee table and seeing that the name just read “Harry H” you thought it’d be fine to answer.

“Harry?” You whispered into the receiver, slightly cupping your hand round your mouth just to make sure you weren’t too loud for Tom.

“Hello?”

“Harry it’s me”

“Who?” You’d met Harry countless times, though given the fact Tom had been alone all shoot - you shouldn’t of expected the kid to be able to recognise your voice.

“Oh sorry Y/n um Y/n L/n”

“Oh no my fault sorry Y/n. How are you?” The conversation was jilted, you could practically feel the awkward energy radiating all the way from the otherside of the world.

“I’m alright thanks, how about you.”

“Yeh not bad I uhm… I - is my brother there?” Oooh. How to answer that question.

“Um sort of, we er… we were having a movie night and he’s fallen asleep. It’s why I’m whispering like a weirdo.” Harry laughed at that and you continued. “Is everything okay? You need me to wake him?”

“No no, mum just said he was having a rough time so was going to cheer him up with my exquisite sense of humour but if you’ve bored him to death then no need.”

“What can I say I’m just talented. Anyway I should be heading back to mine anyway so um I’ll let you go?”

“Oh yeh no worries, and uhm thanks-um thanks for keeping an eye on him.”

“Someone has to” You chuckled softly back, before bidding a final farewell to Harry.

Having hung up the phone, you leaned over to gently place it back on the coffee table but making a mental note to put it on charge before you left. Your next job was to manoeuvre your legs away from him without disturbing him but before you could even start planning the movement, you noticed his weary eyes blinked over at you. Freezing, your mouth made a little ‘o’ shape as you winced at yourself for disrupting his peace - today really wasn’t the day for that. There was a silence as Tom swallowed thickly, attempting to shake off the heavy lull of rest before he spoke. “Will you stay with me… please.”

Undoubtedly, your body didn’t play it as cool as you wanted it to. Thinking you’d heard him wrong, your chin protruded forward and his eyes widened. “ Sorry not like-not like that just um-just on the sofa… theres-theres spare blankets and I can-“

“-course T, no worries…Oh and um your brother just phoned if you-“

“I know.” He spoke softly and with a nod, but didn’t move at all, apparently no interest in calling his brother back.

With a stammered nod, you stood up, finally removing your legs from his touch in order to nip to the loo. You splashed your face with water, ate some toothpaste ( better than not brushing your teeth at all) before going to collect Tom’s quilt off his bed. By the time you re-entered the living room, Tom hadn’t appeared to have moved at all. The hood of his purple jumped was still up, the blanket still only half covering him, the excess lying cold were you had been sitting. He laughed lightly at you trying to wrangle with the king size duvet and get it in without tripping over yourself or knocking anything over.

“You sure you don’t mind? I’m just being stupid and-“

“Honestly I’m too tired to walk back to mine so this is perfect.”

“You live across the road.”

“Thats like 50 steps too far.” You deadpanned back, as he raised his eyebrows and locked you direct eye contact - which you very stubbornly returned.

The both of you sat like that for a minute, Tom eventually gave up with a sigh as he motioned for you to lie back.

There wasn’t an issue at all with space. A listers rental homes were never lacking in space - the grey sofa was a U shape, with ample space for the both of you to lie down. Each of you took a respective corner, your legs meeting in the middle and gently brushing against each others.

“Thanks for babysitting me today by the way.”

“I wasn-“ You were about to deny it, except one look and Tom saw straight through you.

“Thankyou Y/n/n” Seeing there was no way out of receiving his thanks, you instead opted to just shut him up. Nudging his leg with yours and leaving it touching you murmured you last words of the evening - eyes already closed.

“Fuck off Holland, ‘m tryna sleep.”

~~~~ let me know if you have any feedback or anything (but pls not too mean this isn't proof read so blame that) <33 ~~~~~~

tagging : @thefernandasantana @lovehollandy12 @hallecarey1 @crossyourpeter @hollandfanficlove @msmimimerton @thegirlwiththeimpala

#tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland blurb #harry holland #tom holland fic #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland angst #peter parker

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stressisakiller · 4 years ago

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As You Wish

Steve Rogers x Reader Soulmate AU

(As you wish Part 2)

Summary: What happens when after moving into Stark Tower you run into a certain Captain

Warnings: None really, fluff, like one cussword a little bit of spice

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Fluffy chapter yay! Let me know what you think and if you have any requests for future chapters! Thank yall for reading!’

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Life working side by side with Tony was dangerous. When Killian attacked Tony it was you not Pepper who was taken and subjected to the Extremis serum. This caused you to heal crazy fast and gave you super strength, which was pretty cool but not very useful for someone who spent most of their time in a robotics lab trying not to crush something when it wasn't working.

You later discovered that Killian mistakenly believed that you were in fact Tony's soulmate, while you had always thought that it was Pepper. She quickly refuted your claim when you told her, pulling the back of her jeans down enough to show the smiley face that graced her butt cheek. Turns out that her soulmate was none other than Happy the head of security.

About six months after the battle of new york, after Tony and the whole Killian/Mandarin situation, Tony asked very nicely if you would move into the Avengers tower with him. He needed to get the Avengers tower going, and after everything that happened and his panic attacks, he really didn't want to live there alone. He was also hoping that if you lived in the tower that the avengers would be more willing to as well. By this point you had met and become friends with most of them save for Captain America, he hasn’t been around much. He was trying to find his place in this new world and taking as many missions as Shield will give him in order to feel needed

The tower was much different this time than the last time you had been there. There was less plastic film and dust everywhere and all of the construction work was done. Most notably, the wall on Stark's living room floor was no longer a gaping hole.

The top eight levels of the tower were for the avengers. The penthouse was where Tony stayed, no surprise there. The level directly below was his lab space which was restricted access for the most part and then there was the common level under that. The common level was composed of a large kitchen and dining area, as well as a massive living room with the biggest tv you had ever seen. This floor also houses a theater, and an arcade room equipped with pool tables and any other game you could think of. Tony is such a child sometimes, not that you were complaining you loved to play pool. The next three floors are where you and the rest of the Avengers would live. You would each get your own suite that you could arrange and decorate however you saw fit. Each suite includes a kitchenette, and small living room that was separate from the bedroom, and a massive ensuite bath. The lowest two levels were dedicated to the training room and medical ward, as well as a giant pool and sauna area, these floors allowed for outside access as long as they were vetted.

Six months later, life in the tower was going well. You, Tony and Bruce, were the main people living there. You could understand that though, Nat and Clint were constantly out on missions for shield and mainly stayed on base in DC. Tony told you that Steve was currently living in an apartment in DC. He didn't want to live on base but he was running missions for Shield on and off. Thor was off-world with Loki so life was pretty quiet.

Then there was a mission that the Captain went on that didn’t go the way he thought. He was wounded and brought back a captive. You were in the common area when the door was thrown open and a bloody Steve Rogers burst through carrying a soaking wet girl over his shoulder.

“The Medical wing, where is it?” He questioned voice hard from pain or fatigue or both.

“This way.” you hurried off, not looking behind you, you knew that he would follow.

When you arrived, you called for Dr. Cho and Steve told her what was going on and placed the girl on a stretcher. The nurses pushed her to a room to monitor her until she woke up. He was then shown to a separate room to be looked over and have the bullet removed.

That night Tony pulled you into the living room to watch your favorite movie, the princess bride. It was about halfway through when an exhausted Steve came through the door and flopped down on the couch beside the one that you and Tony were currently lounging on. It was coming to your favorite part, Buttercup was currently yelling at the Dread Pirate Roberts and about to push him down the hill.

“Oooh,” you said hitting Tony’s shoulder, “I love this part,” you spoke along with Wesley as he rolled down the hill, “As you Wiiiisssshhhh.” you clapped your hands together, “that will forever be the best reveal ever.”

You didn’t notice Steve’s stare as you said those words. Holy Shit he thought his tattoo finally made sense, and yet the girl that fate said was perfect for him had her legs thrown over Tony’s lap and was leaning against him while watching the movie. He stood quickly and stomped out of the room, today was just not his day.

You look over at Tony confused when Steve left.

“What the hell do you think that was about?” you asked, growing more confused as you noticed the smirk on Tony’s lips.

“Why are you smiling like that?” You had to stop yourself from slapping him when he started to laugh.

“What the hell, Stark, tell me what's going on?”

“I think that Capsicle just realized that you're his soulmate.” He said through chuckles.

“What the fuck do you mean he realized that I’m his soulmate?” you asked your whole body going still as you waited for him to elaborate.

“I thought you had realized this earlier,” he said looked genuinely confused, “The captain is your soulmate, I’ve known since we had that movie night after finding him in the ice. Your tattoo is his dog tags with the flower of his birth month and a phrase that I’ve heard him say multiple times while next to him in a fight.”

You just sat there frozen trying to comprehend what exactly the man sitting in front of you was saying.

“You know, he may be a little jealous that his soulmate was cuddling someone else since he probably doesn’t realize that you're like a sister to me. You should probably go after him.” His words seemed to break you from your trance as you threw yourself very clumsily from the couch to follow after him.

“Jarvis, where did Rogers go?”

“He is in the training room miss.”

“Thanks, J”

You ran all the way down, opening the door you were met by the scene of Steve hitting a punching bag so hard that it broke and flew off of its chain.

“You know, I’m not sure that those are made to withstand the punch of a super soldier, maybe I should design one that can,” you said leaning against the wall and trying not to show the fact that your heart was beating a million miles a minute.

“And why would you feel the need to do that, I’m sure Stark has plenty of things that he needs you to design that are more important than a Steve-proof punching bag.” You could tell that he was gritting his teeth as he spoke, reaching for another bag. You step towards him slowly, making sure not to walk too quickly from fear of him leaving.

“Well I’m sure that the great Tony Stark can take care of himself, and anyways, I think creating something to make my soulmate's life easier is more important.”

He slowly pulled his eyes from the punching bag that he was hanging onto the hook to look at you, pain obvious in his eyes.

“Really? Cause you seemed pretty comfortable with him.” you could see the vulnerability in his eyes as he spoke, he had gone through so much already.

“Yes really, Tony is more like an annoying older brother than anything. I’ve been working around him for the past five or so years, trust me when I say that I have no desire to date him. You on the other hand.” You made sure that your voice turned teasing on the last words, you wanted to make him smile, you hadn’t gotten to see that yet.

“Well good, cause I think I may have to kick his ass if you did.” You could hear the teasing lilt in his voice and the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. But as quickly as it came it was gone.

“How long have you known?” his voice cracked a little as he spoke. You let out a small huff of a laugh.

“Would you believe me if I told you that Tony had to tell me when I was confused as to why you left the room?” His eyes snapped to yours.

“Really? You didn’t know?”

“After not meeting my soulmate by the time I turned 25 I just pushed it to the back of my mind, I stopped trying to figure out what my tattoo meant and I focused on my work. Plus there were a couple of life-threatening instances that distracted me." You joked. You weren't 100% sure how to handle this situation, your main friend group consisted of a playboy philanthropist and a science nerd that turned into a giant green guy when angry, not really the best people to show you how to be vulnerable.

“I understand that," he said pausing before continuing, "part of my problem was that my tattoo didn’t show up until after I came out of the ice.” he looked down at his hands and you noticed that they were fidgeting, he must be just as nervous as you.

“I didn’t know that,” you murmured, deciding to ask the question that was begging to be asked.

“What is your tattoo, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He shook his head, “Not at all.” he stepped towards you and pulled up his sleeve, and turned out his arm so you could see the flesh just under his armpit. As soon as you saw the tattoo you burst out laughing.

“Of course that’s what my mark is, man I’m such a nerd.” You clutched your stomach as you laughed, tears coming to your eyes from the range of emotions that you are currently going through.

“Can I ask why I have this tattooed on me?” He questioned, clearly curious to the reasoning as to why he had a movie quote on his arm forever. You were finally able to pull yourself together and sober up from the surprise of his tattoo.

“That movie came out the year after I was born and it was my mom’s favorite movie to watch with me, we watched it at least 4 times a year. But we always made sure to watch it on my birthday as a family, it became an integral part of my life, plus it’s just sooo quotable.” you said with a smile, “Do you want to look at my tattoo?” you asked motioning at your arm with your head. He slowly nodded, not able to find the words.

You slowly pulled your sleeve up, showing him the inside of your forearm and the dog tags that graced your skin. He stepped forward gently taking your arm in his hand so that he could study the markings on your skin. Tracing the outline and the words that he could see before smiling.

“What does it mean?” you asked softly looking at him through your lashes.

“It’s um,” he cleared his throat, “it’s my dog tags or at least the lower one is, it says my name, then Captain America and the city I was born in, Brooklyn. The top one however is something that I always seem to say when I’m getting beat up in a fight in order to remind myself that I could do it. And the flower… I think it’s the flower from my birth month? I was born in July so I think it’s a reference to that.” You nodded at his explanation, his fingers still gently tracing over your skin, causing goosebumps to pop up from the feeling.

“So, would you like to watch the movie with me? We can start it over so that you won’t be lost. I know that you struggle with pop culture, old man.” You smirked at him as you spoke, he just rolled his eyes.

“Be careful, this old man could still show you a thing or two.”

You laughed out loud at that, your laugh changed to a squeal when you felt him wrap his arms around your legs and throw you over his shoulder.

“Ahh, let me down!!” you beat at his shoulders trying to get him to release you but he wouldn’t budge, he just continued to carry you until you ended back in the living room and he threw you down onto the couch. He wasn’t even breathing hard after carrying you up 2 flights of stairs, jerk.

Tony was nowhere to been seen as you restarted the movie. You ran and grabbed some more popcorn to share, pouring in some M&Ms before plopping back down next to Steve and pulling on your couch blanket. It didn't take long for you to cuddle into his side and for your eyes to droop.

Steve smiled at you when he realized that you had passed out before you even got to the part he had walked in on earlier. He didn't mind though, he just got comfortable and pulled you in closer before allowing himself to relax and fall asleep.

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dramaqueeenamby · 4 years ago

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Waves: Quarantine

A/N: It's been way too long since I've done something for the Wavesverse, and I apologize deeply. I have a few requests related to this series to complete, but I couldn't knock this idea.

Words: 4K

Warnings: None

Tags: @babe-im-bi @notacamelthatsmywife @missyperle @queenoftheworldisdead @tashawar @valkryienymph @letsshamelessqueen-m @hello-therree @mani-lifes @liquorlaughslove @toni9 @koko-michelle @theequeenofcurses @taylortheeshowpony

Waves

Summer placed her phone inside of the mount and made sure that it was secured before she sat back in her bed, getting comfortable with the mass of pillows supporting her back, and smiling tentatively. “Hi, guys.”

Summer!

Someone tell me this isn’t a joke???? Please???

She lives!

Sis, blink twice if you need help.

Summer rolled her eyes. “Ya’ll better stop. I know it’s been a minute since I’ve hopped on live, but it hasn’t been that damn long.”

Summer continued to read the comments where more than a few people pointed out she hadn’t gone live on Instagram in over three months. Her mouth dropped. “Ya’ll lying. It has not been almost six months, has it?” She placed her hand over her mouth when people started dropping dates in the comments. “Okay, I stand corrected. Damn, I’m sorry, guys.”

Don’t be sorry, bestie. Do better!

Damn, ya’ll are so entitled. Celebrities have lives too.

What life? We all been in quarantine.

Rich people quarantine be different from us poor folks, I guess.

“So that’s actually one of the things I wanted to talk about.” Summer cleared her throat. “And I’m going to try really hard to make sure I word what I want to say as clear and as effective as I can, but I know this is still going to end up as a salacious headline. So, it is what it is.”

Oooh, Summer about to drop some tea.

I don’t see her wedding ring, ya’ll…..

I’m scared omg.

Watch this be nothing but a role announcement.

She shrugged and took a deep breath. “Okay, so a few days ago, I did the Buss It challenge, after being harassed by Sanda. And can I just say that filming was a challenge in and of itself? Not necessarily the movements but preparing? I’ve got two kids, twins, who are like the Tasmanian devil. I was literally up at 3 something in the morning trying to record it because my wild children won’t let me be great.” She chuckled. “Kids are something else.”

Summer truly jumped through hoops and was a damn near acrobat trying to figure out when she could not only get herself done up but actually record the challenge. Being the perfectionist that she was didn’t help, but the fact that she couldn’t recall the last time she’d put on makeup and dressed up was a whole other fiasco.

Quarantine definitely brought out her bum side.

“All of that aside, I truly was satisfied and happy with the final product when I posted it. In hindsight, I should have just left it that, but I wake up every day and choose chaos, so I decided to read the comments.” She blew out a breath. “One of the most frequent comments and really, insults, I’ve received my whole career. Primarily, since I was cast as Storm, revolves around how I look. I.e., my weight. I’ve been called fat, obese, out of shape, and so many other things.”

It was 100% true. The minute Marvel announced that she’d been chosen to play Storm, the racists came all out of the woodworks. She was too short, too chubby, too dark, too black. And Summer didn’t care, not a bit.

“Even,—and I’ll tell you guys this, when I first started my SS training, that’s what I call it, SS for Storm Shape, there was a—person who worked for Marvel at the time who came to visit me while I was training.” She smiled thinking back on that day. She could still recall it so clearly. “He basically was pissed because to him, I still looked the same, fat and out of shape.” She adjusted her top and shifted in her bed. “That same day, I deadlifted and bench-pressed over 200lbs” She paused for effect. “What I need for people to stop doing is stop fucking projecting—and I’m going to cuss in this, so if you don’t like it, oh well. I work for Disney, but I’m a grown ass woman, and I’m going to say what I want.”

I am screaming. Summer said we getting alll the tea today!

So, it’s wrong to point out that someone is physically unhealthy now, cool?

The problem is that no one wants to see a fat superhero. It’s not realistic.

^^^^ Tell me you have a small dick without actually telling me you have a small dick.

“I saw Lizzo, whom I adore, post a Tik Tok where she basically said that she workouts to have the body she wants not what ya’ll want, and honestly? Same. She said that her body type is no one’s fucking business, and that’s so true. Ya’ll love to hop on this internet and pick apart people you don’t even know and criticize bodies you don’t even have to live in and move around with. And for what?” She shook her head, slamming her fist into her open palm as she spoke. She was fully invested now. “I know we in quarantine, but damn, pick another hobby cause being a bully is not it, sweetie.”

I really needed to hear this today.

Using Lizzo as a point of reference makes everything you’re saying null and void. Lizzo is clearly overweight and at risk for diabetes, heart disease, just to name a few…..

I been saying this! You can’t look at a person and say they’re unhealthy.

Bodies come in so many forms, and all are beautiful.

“Now, I bring all this up because a lot of people were commenting on my Buss It challenge and pointing out the fact that I’ve gained weight, and guess fucking what? I have, and you know what else?” She leaned over to whisper while covering her mouth with her hands for focused effect. “I don’t care.”

Summer laughed and shook her head. “As others have pointed out as well, yes, we have a gym in our house. I 1000% acknowledge the fact that having the resources that I do as a celebrity and someone who has money puts me in a different category. Hell, my husband has a whole fitness app. I recognize that. If I wanted to keep up with my workouts, emphasis on wanted, I could have. I own up to that, but I just didn’t feel like it, and that’s okay. What’s not okay is to send and leave mean messages calling me all kinds of names.”

Summer had thick skin. She always had. Growing up with her family, who always ensured to feed her self esteem and make sure she knew that she was beautiful, definitely paid off. It was just a combination of quarantine and not having a lot of opportunities to keep herself busy with work that had her feeling some type of way.

“And that’s something else I wanted to bring up.” She blew out another breath and tried to gather her emotions. This was the subject she was almost certain she’d grow teary eyed discussing. “I love my husband to death. My children are everything. Christopher’s family is like my own, but— I haven’t seen my family, like my mom, grandma, brothers, etc in almost a year.” She paused, dwelling on that. Almost an entire year since she’d been able to physically hug and interact with the people who made her who she was. “And I’ve always made it clear how much I fucking love my family. I live in Australia. I can’t do a drive by with grandma so I and my kids can at least see her on the doorstep.” She quieted again, eyes darting off as she quietly cursed. “I’m trying really hard not to cry right now.”

Please don’t cry, bestie.

This is the side of quarantine that people don’t talk about enough.

Has this woman never heard of FaceTime????

I feel her pain. I live in Europe, and my family is in the states. This quarantine has been brutal.

My grandma died from COVID, and I couldn’t even go to the funeral. Summer is bringing up a good point.

“Damn,” Summer chuckled bitterly and wiped at the tears that fell. “I’m okay, I promise. I just bring this up because quarantine has also been very hard for me in that aspect. At certain points, I’ve been down, I’ve been in my head a lot, and I just was not, for the most part, in a space where I felt like I had to keep up my fitness regimen. And that’s okay. I put my mental wellbeing ahead of making sure my body is socially acceptable. Sue me.”

I really appreciate her honesty.

Summer never goes beyond surface level in interviews, so seeing her this vulnerable is really surprising.

Are we supposed to feel bad for her? She’s rich. She can afford whatever help she needed.

These comments are not passing the vibe check.

Ya’ll are all mental health advocates, but when a black woman is opening up about her struggle, it’s discarded?

“And let me make this clear too, I have an amazing husband who is so patient and so kind. He’s one of the best people I can go to when my anxiety hits, so I don’t want this to come across as me complaining that I’ve been alone. I have him and our children. I just miss the rest of my family. That’s all.” She dried her eyes and started to read the comments, unsurprised by the mixed reaction. She expected as such and was unaffected. At least until she saw one comment.

@ChrisEvans: ❤️❤️❤️

“Evans!” Summer wasn’t expecting to see his name pop up. It’d been such a task convincing him to join IG, let alone teaching him how to operate it. “Let’s go live.”

Not my husband and wife in my head about to go live!!!!

Imagine being able to call Chris Evans your best friend

I still say they smashed idc

It’s Christopher Jamal Evans hopping on this live for me.

^^^ I’m so sick of y’all with that shit.

“Let me try to add him,” Summer spoke to herself, scrolling through the comments to find his so she could request him. “Alright, I requested him. Let’s see if he answers.”

She wondered if she should have sent him a text asking if he was available when he appeared on her screen, effectively splitting it with her on the top and him on the bottom.

“Punk.”

“Kid.”

Summer smiled and greeted, “Hi, best friend.”

He chuckled. “How you doing, Summer?”

“Clearly not as good as the people watching,” she chimed. Summer saw nothing but heart eyes and hearts in the comments. “These people really love you. You truly are a manipulative bastard. He’s an asshole, guys.”

“Don’t be jealous, Summer. It’s so unbecoming of you.”

“You can go to hell.”

“Language,” he playfully reprimanded. “Where are the kids?”

“At preschool. Things are finally starting to open back up over here. Thank God.” She clasped her hands together. “Y’all, please wear masks. Don’t be Karen’s.”

Chris laughed, grabbing his chest. “We’re getting there, Summer.”

“The lies you tell,” she countered. “Don’t A Starting Point, me. Ya’ll are far from getting there, and I’m tired of it. I wanna see my family.”

He sighed. “I know, but how are you feeling today?”

“I got rid of the kids, so that’s definitely a weight lifted,” she answered honestly, laughing when she saw judgmental comments in the chat. “Listen, if you’re a parent, you know where I’m coming from. You love your kids, but my god, sometimes you just need some space.”

“As soon as this all blows over, I told you to send em’ by me for a couple of weeks.”

“Best friend, I already purchased their tickets.” He laughed. “As soon as I get the green light, they are all yours. Feel free to keep them.”

“You guys see how she is?” He pointed to Summer, leaning and squinting to read what was being said. “I do love kids, especially the twins, they’re amazing.”

“He is really really great with them, guys,” Summer added. “One thing about Evans, he’s patient as hell and really, just a big kid. Why do you think him and Christopher get along so well? 40 going on 4.”

“I resent that.”

“Is it a lie though?”

He hesitated. “No.” They both laughed.

I’m loving the dynamic between these two so much.

Is it just me or are they flirting with each other…..

Ain’t nothing inappropriate about this conversation. Ya’ll are reaching…

Ya’ll remember that blind item that came out years ago alleging Chris (Evans) was the biological father of the twins? Hmm…..

^^^^^This kind of bullshit is the reason we’re in a global pandemic.

As always, Summer and Evans ignored any foolery that was being dropped in the comments when she caught a comment that didn’t contain some ridiculous rumor.

“Yes, it is true that Evans and Christopher weren’t allowed to do press together anymore. Ya’ll, they literally could not stay serious for more than a minute. I felt so bad for the poor interviewers.”

“Hey, we were not that bad,” Evans protested, his Boston accent more prominent.

She gasped. “You guys were terrible, Evans, and you know it. I was so mad when they put me with ya’ll those few times. I could barely hear the interviewers over your laughing and stupid commentary that literally no one asked for.”

“We did not.”

“There’s deadass video proof, Evans.”

“Fake news.”

She opened her mouth but caught herself. “I was about to say something.”

He laughed and asked, “Do you remember how we all got drunk before the Infinity War premiere?”

“No, ya’ll got drunk. I was big and pregnant, remember?”

“No,” he dismissed. “You were drinking with us.”

“Evans, how was I drinking when I was pregnant?” She challenged and reminded. “I got drunk with ya’ll for the Endgame premiere, not Infinity War.”

“That’s right,” he remembered and chuckled. “You think we’ll get in trouble for saying this?”

She shrugged with one shoulder. “You’re dead, Christopher never gets in trouble for anything, and I do what I want. I think we’re good.”

Kevin Feige watching this live right now like 🥴🥴🥴🥴

I never realized how arrogant she is……

LMAO. Not the whole cast showing up drunk to the biggest premiere of their lives.

Chris Evans is too damn fine to be approaching 40 and still single.

Their friendship is so goals omg

@ChrisHemsworth: Snitches

Summer’s jaw dropped as she caught the last comment, swiping up to click the name and make sure that she was reading correctly. “Christopher, what the hell are you doing on my live?”

Evans brows furrowed. “Hemmy is here? Shouldn’t he be working?”

“That’s what I want to know,” Summer supplied. “And how long have you been watching?”

@ChrisHemsworth: Long enough.

She smiled nervously and looked off to the side. “I feel weird now. I don’t like when he watches my lives.”

“Aren’t you guys married?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be shutting the fuck up?”

Evans lifted his hands in a defensive manner. “Touchy subject, I see.” They shared another laugh as he cleared his throat. “Why don’t you add him now? I’m supposed to be helping Scott cook.”

“My favorite Evans,” she gushed and furrowed her brows. “You, cooking? Since when?”

“Get out of here.” He waved her off and reminded. “I’m not the one who constantly causes near fires when in the kitchen.”

“So, you really just putting all my business out there like that?”

“Summer, it’s not secret to anyone that you can’t cook for shit.”

“Wow, it really be your own best friends.”

He chuckled. “Love you, kid.”

“Love you too, punk,” she blew a kiss. “I’ll text ya’ later.”

“Alright.” He smiled for the camera. “Thanks for having me everyone.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said jokingly. Evans and Summer said goodbye one last time before he left the live. She blew out a breath and ran her hand through her hair. “Baby, comment something so I can add you. It’s too many comments to wade through.”

Summer adjusted her phone and checked the time on the clock on the wall. It’d been a while since the kids were away at school, and she didn’t want to get so caught up that she was late picking them up.

@ChrisHemsworth: I can’t. I’m too drunk.

Summer released a mixture of a laugh and a snort reading his comment. “You are so damn petty.” She clicked his name and adjusted her outfit while waiting for him to answer. She almost cursed when it seemed like he wasn’t going to join, only for her to smile when his face appeared on her screen.

“Hi,” she greeted in a soft voice with a small smile.

“Hello, Sandcastle.”

“Did you just—I swear to god, it’s always something with you.” Summer rubbed her temples and shook her head. Christopher smiled in response. “Why aren’t you working?”

“I am.”

“You are?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re working, how are you talking to me?” She asked, sassily.

“Umm, a little thing called multitasking, ever heard of it?”

“Wow. You are an asshole.”

“That’s mean.”

“You’re mean.”

“Christopher, you are literally a child.”

“Does a child have muscles like this?” He flexed, and Summer stilled. Christopher stayed in ridiculous shape, but this was another level. He’d never been this massive, and she wasn’t too proud to admit that. Just not aloud.

She faked a yawn. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”

They really just be roasting each other all the time, and I’m here for it.

Summer must be legally blind because this man is stupid fine tf

It’s gotta be steroids. That’s not natural.

^^^^^He’s the god of thunder.

Summer rolled her eyes at the typical nature of the comments. These were the reasons she limited her time on social media and especially stayed away from reading the comments. Her attention was redirected to the top of her phone. It was a text from Christopher asking her to call him.

“But we’re—oh, I get it.” She realized he wanted to talk to her, not her and her tens of millions of followers. “Alright, guys, I’m gonna get off here so I can talk to my husband, alone.”

“She just doesn’t want to share me with you all, that’s all.”

“Don’t even start, Christopher,” she lectured while he laughed and got serious, for a minute tops.

“Hope you all are taking care and staying safe,” he spoke honestly. “And we’ll talk to you soon.”

Summer waved and smile. “Bye, guys. Remember to be kind.” Summer offered a final smile before ending the live. Closing up the app, she moved to open FaceTime and called up Christopher. He answered almost immediately. “You know I hate when you watch my Lives. Now, how much did you see?”

“Enough to know you’re coming to see me tonight.”

She laughed aloud. “Funny.”

“I’m serious, Summer.” Focusing on him, she realized that there was no humor in his voice nor his expression. Summer also noticed that he didn’t have the Thor wig on yet, which was probably why he was able to go live with her. He was waiting to get into hair and makeup. “Leave the kids with Liam. It’s not like he’s doing anything.”

“Christopher!”

“What? Is he not a professional unemployed bastard.”

Summer’s smile remained as she shook her head. “You are so mean.”

“I’ll handle the flight arrangements. You, my beautiful wife, just make sure you get on the jet so I can handle you.”

“Christopher, you’re working. People with everyday jobs don’t just up and show up to their spouses workplace because they miss them or need a break from the kids. That’s how folks get fired.”

Christopher started to move around, walking somewhere, she realized. “What are you doing?”

“Hey, Tike.”

Summer’s eyes widened slightly. “Christoper!”

“Sup, man?” Taika asked casually, as Summer laughed again. Taika Waititi was such a character.

“You mind if Summer comes up for a few days?”

“Sure, man,” he replied almost right away. “Bring the kids and chickens too.”

“I am not bringing those damn chickens,” she immediately protested.

Christopher made a sound. “Ha, so you are coming!”

“I didn’t say that.”

Taika joined Christopher so that he was in camera. “Hey, Summer, why don’t you come on join? You can have a cameo. Chickens, too.”

She rubbed her temples. Taika’s and Chris’s friendship would never not make sense to her. They were cut from the same cloth. “One, hey. Two, I was already in Ragnarok. I’m good on the cameos. Three, what is with ya’ll and those creepy looking chickens?”

“Whoa, creepy? What did the chickens ever do?”

“Exist,” Summer answered dryly. She still hadn’t forgiven Evans and Christopher for convincing her to let the kids keep those damn things. Her home was becoming more and more of a farm with each animal that joined the household.

“Tough crowd, that one, ehh?”

“Always,” Christopher agreed.

“I can hear you both,” she reminded and groaned loudly. Summer would love to spend a few days away from the kids. Chris would be working, yes, but she’d at least get some time for herself. Even better, alone adult time with her husband. That had also been a bit tricky during quarantine because of her rambunctious twins. Still, she disliked using her status as a celebrity to gain things, and this would definitely be a case of using status for pull. “I don’t know….”

Deep in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized that Chris had walked away and returned to wherever he was prior to finding Taika, most likely his trailer.

“What if you only stayed a night?” Chris tried to bargain. “The flight is only an hour and a half. That will give you more than enough time to come here, let me fix you dinner, run you a nice bath, maybe get in the good ole’ horizontal tango—”

“You know I hate when you call it that,” she reminded quietly, admitting. “That does sound nice, though.”

“Or, I can come to you—“

“Absolutely not. Christopher, you’re already doing so much back and forth as it is.” One of the good things to come out of quarantine, to Summer at least, was that it forced many people to take a much needed break. Her husband was one of those people. Christopher had been working nonstop since she met him. Project after project, film after film, many of them Marvel films, which put a whole other layer of difficulty what with the strenuous physical requirements. Even now as he shot Thor 4, he was in the best shape he’d ever been, muscles nearly tearing the cotton of his clothes. He looked amazing, but it was what they couldn’t see that she was starting to grow a little concerned over. Christopher wasn’t as young as he once was. He had to slow down, eventually.

Summer realized this would be a perfect chance to have a conversation about just that with him, which all but led her to her final decision.

“Alright,” she conceded, finger up as she made her demands. “Three days, and I stay at the house while you shoot. We may be returning to normal, but we’re still in a pandemic. I won’t go around anyone except you.”

“So I get you all to myself? Hardly consider that a stipulation.”

“And…we talk.”

“After the horizontal tango—“

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop calling it that—“

“What was that, sweetheart? I wasn’t listening.” She saw that he had paused the screen, causing Summer to remember that she hadn’t even consulted with the babysitter. “Making flight arrangements for you.”

“Shit, let me text Liam and make sure he’s available.”

“He gets reception in the box?”

“Christopher! For the last time, your brother is not living in a box.”

“Do you know that for certain?”

“Goodbye, Christopher,” she prepared to end the call before smiling softly. “I love you, Christopher, and thank you.”

He winked. “I’ll always do anything for you, Summer. Anything.” A beat. “Don’t forget to leave the clothes. You won’t need them.”

“Christopher!”

#chris hemsworth x black!oc #chris hemsworth x black!reader #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth fandom #chris hemsworth fanfiction #fic: waves

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ineffablefool · 3 years ago

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@one-with-the-floor tagged me for Happy Questions Time and it seems like fun so here we are! Thank you for tagging me and I hope the floor is comfy.

Rules: Tag nine people you want to know better. exactly as many people as you want, even if that is zero. Seize your destiny!

Three ships: Aziraphale/Crowley obvs, and uh. Uhhh. I’ve never... really shipped anyone before this? Like, back when I was watching X-Files (it started when I was about 12), I could tell I was supposed to have an opinion about whether or not Scully and Mulder would get together, but literally I was just like “aww, if it would make them happy to be in a relationship then I say good for them! such nice young people they are.” Drawing a blank otherwise. Does “If Lupin and Fujiko were to ever retire and settle down then it would definitely be with each other because nobody else would ever be able to truly understand either of them” count?

First ever ship: /shrugs, points up to bullet #1

Last song: buh. uhhhhhh. I don’t really have chances to listen to music on my own anymore so I can’t even remember. Housemate was playing dubstep on the Google Homes while holding a snake, the other day, because he figured since snakes can “hear” via feeling vibrations, they maybe like dubstep. Does that count?

Last film: I think the last movie I watched as a movie was the new Matrix?

Currently reading: other than Internet fanfic, literally nothing. I’m one of those former “reading three books at a time, all the time, constantly” kids who burned out at some point.

Currently watching: Ronin Warriors (or Legendary Armor Samurai Troopers if you’re fancy), which is one of those loveable 80s “friendship means dressing up in silly costumes (and/or piloting robots) as a team and punching things” shows that Japan produced so many of. Also running through some old MST3Ks. (Pro tip, if you want to give MST3K a try, do not start with an early season when the writers were still amateurs. Start with, I dunno, The Sword And The Dragon or Time Chasers. The intro song basically tells you all you need to know about the show.) (Oooh, or The Magic Voyage Of Sinbad. This is a Soviet film based on a Russian folktale which freakin’ Roger Corman redubbed into being about Sinbad. And the film itself, Sadko, is beautiful. I want there to be a remastered blu-ray of it so I can watch it straight in its original glory.)

Currently consuming: an absolutely scrummy Yunnan Golden Needle! One of my favorites from Adagio, and not too expensive for a Chinese black tea. (Hit either me or @/aethelflaedladyofmercia up if you want a five-buck gift certificate; when you use it, we get point thingies.)

Currently craving: A biscuit. I should grab a couple when I go down to make more tea.

Whee! Fun!

If you are a person I have ever had a conversation with (in Tumblr messages or a series of reblogs or AO3 comments or whatever) then I would probably enjoy seeing your answers, but it’s okay if you don’t wanna.

#not good omens #i kind of went on about Sadko but it's just #those midcentury slavic folk hero movies just had this thing #lavish costumes and rambling plots (at least as far as can be told by available English versions)#just this whole *thing*#i love every one of them that i've ever gotten to see #even if that's mainly chopped up redubbed and made fun of decades later by a dude and two robots #and i mean sadko is on youtube but :/ video compression :/ :/ :/#such a visual feast ought not be portioned so meanly

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cloud9in · 4 years ago

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Animal Control (Mc x Poppy)

Summary: Bea decides to buy Poppy a gerbil but it doesn’t go well...A whole bunch of chaos ensues and maybe some hands thrown? Includes Chloe and Veronica.

Notes: Yeah this is the most chaotic thing my mind has come up with. I hope you enjoy and laugh. It’s FLUFF, and a little angst.

Word Count: 2.4k

Tags: @samanthadalton @clowneryme @somewillwin @baexpoppy @zigxryanz @uselesslesbianfr @aleiramacaii (sorry if I missed you or if you want to be added to Poppy tags lemme know)

*NO GERBILS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING*

WHAT. IS. THAT?! BEA HUGHES GET IT OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!!”

It would be an understatement if I said that the whole world could hear Poppy right now.

Bea, wanting to be a good girlfriend, went out and bought a special gift for the blonde. But it definitely got a reaction she wasn’t hoping for.

Bea watched as Poppy jumped onto the bathroom sink as a little critter ran across the floor. It wasn’t really a critter though, just a cute little fat animal thing that Bea thought Poppy would gush over. “CHLOE CALL ANIMAL CONTROL”

....she wasn’t hoping for that response either.

“Pops! Okay okay I’ll get him it’s okay. He won’t hurt you. Well-“

“Well?!”

“Well he might give you a little nibble BUT that’s COMPLETELY normal and-“

“BEA!”

“POPPY!”

Their voices started to boom through the Zeta House as Veronica and Chloe rushed up the stairs and straight into the commotion. The scene before them was utterly shocking in a sense. The blonde stood on the counter, her foot nearly in the sink as she hugged the wall and squeezed her eyes shut...and seemed to be praying to herself? Bea, on the other hand, stood on all 4s as she looked under the cabinet. The Zeta girls glance at each other and then back at the couple as they try to process what was happening. “....So is either one of you going to explain or are we going to-“

Bea jumped at the new voice in the room, hitting her head on the edge of the cabinet. “Ow!” Veronica bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing as Chloe turned away to hide the grin on her face. Poppy opened her eyes, too distracted to notice Bea wince and rub her head. She peers around the bathroom, breathing a sigh of relief when she doesn’t spot the little gremlin crawling about. The blonde notices her friends standing by the door and her face flushes impossibly red as they watch her from down below. Real nice Poppy, they definitely envy you right now. Is that a new yoga pose you’re doing right now? I don’t think your foot belongs there.

She clears her throat and steps down from the counter. “Chloe didn’t you hear me? I said to call animal control there is a rabid pest in the house.” Poppy shoots Bea an annoyed look, and all the brunette could do was stand there and shrug her shoulder sheepishly. Poppy didn’t expect Chloe to full on panic but now there was another blonde running around the room hysterically. Chloe shrieks and whispers to herself, “oh my god a pest?! What if it lays eggs, or what if people hear about this?” She turns towards Poppy and gasps, “do we have to call the terminator?!” Bea blinks in confusion until it hits her, “termin-? wha...OH!” She spins until she faces her girlfriend, “NO! Don’t you dare call the exterminator! It’s a gerbil for crying out loud, it doesn’t deserve that-” Chloe begins to laugh and points an accusing finger at Bea, “it wouldn’t be here in the first place if you stopped coming in here smelling like a farm.”

The brunette does a double take at the dumb blonde, “EXCUSE ME?!” She takes a deep breath and pinches the top of her nose to calm down, “...Chloe do you even know what a gerbil is?”

“Oh I’ll tell you what it is! GONE! It’s leaving now Bea.” Poppy stomps in between the two girls with a deadly expression. Poppy was definitely not going to hold either one of them back if they started fighting. The hell does she look like doing that? But they were definitely not going to damage anything in her room so enough was enough. Bea glances at Poppy and can feel her starting to get more pissed off. She should stop, she should definitely stop. Maybe because she doesn’t actually know where said gerbil is…and Poppy would erase her entire existence off of this planet if Bea ever told her that.

Chloe looks over at Bea and can tell that she’s starting to back down. “Oooh aren’t you a nice pet, obeying your girlfriend. Where did all of your self respect go?” A cat-like grin slowly appears on the blonde’s face as Bea’s jaw slackens in shock.

“You’re one to talk bitch! How about I get rid of you while I’m at it.”

“Oh bring it pig girl!-”

Both girls close in on each other as Poppy is sent sprawling back on her ass. She sits there in complete shock and blinks a couple times to refocus.

Veronica, still standing by the door, takes no effort in trying to stop the cat fight happening in front of her. In fact she sneaks away to grab her phone and starts filming the whole thing. Perfect for some blackmail later. And well she could probably get paid a lot to sell this video. Thank you Poppy for your glorious last name.

Okay now you’re probably wondering where the gerbil comes in to play? We’re getting there, just wait…

Bea and Chloe tumble into Poppy’s walk in closet as one tries to gain the upper hand. To Bea’s shocking surprise, the blonde knows how to throw hands. But the brunette more so wanted to pin her down instead of actually hitting her, she knows that won’t end well for either of them.

Poppy stares at Veronica filming them in all sorts of angles. How did she even get up on that shelf? She rolls her eyes with irritation, already feeling a headache forming. The screaming match on the other side of the room was not helping either. All the blonde wanted was to have a peaceful spa day and try her new Glossier vitamin skincare mask, and maybe have a nice lunch with Bea. This was definitely going to leave some wrinkles. Poppy sighed heavily and tried to stand up, but a flash of little legs ran across the floor a few feet from where she sat, and she felt her heart stop. Poppy shut her eyes, hoping and praying that it isn’t what she thinks it is, and to her awful surprise it was most definitely the gerbil. One second of silence passes before Poppy lets out the most horrific, high pitched scream known to man. It was serious enough that Veronica stepped down from the shelf and Bea loosened her grip on Chloe’s hair. The adrenaline hit Poppy so hard as she sprinted out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, and lunging into the closet where the other girls stood like deers in headlights. Bea quickly approaches her girlfriend, partly terrified and partly concerned.

“I just saw it! The- the fiend. It’s in the bathroom still. Just get rid of it Bea please..”

Poppy cowers in the corner trying to cover herself with faux fur coats and whatever she could find that makes her feel less exposed. The girls just stood and watched her, all sharing confused glances. Poppy loved animals, but she never signed up for rodents as well. This meant a serious talk with Bea after everything settled down.

The brunette sighs with a little bit of relief at Poppy’s words, “Oh atleast you found it, I thought I lost him for good..”

The blonde turns so fast it almost makes Bea dizzy. Her face goes pale as Poppy doesn’t break eye contact with her, “ You...what?! You lost it?!”

“Poppy that’s really not what we should focus on right now-”

“If you couldn’t tell...I am losing my mind right now Bea.” She gestures wildly to the mismatched outfit on her body and her tangled locks. “If we don’t capture this animal and RETURN. IT.” She takes one menacing step towards everyone, “none of you will leave alive, got it?”

Okay Poppy is scary, i’ll admit it.

Bea exhales nervously and looks at Chloe, and Chloe looks at Veronica who is holding a camera in her face, completely unfazed. Chloe scoffs with disbelief, swatting the phone out of her face, “Really V?! This is not the time for that.”

The vlogger just kept filming with a shameless smirk painted on her face, “Or what? You’ll fight me too?”

Before anything could progress again, Bea intervenes even while trying to catch her breath. “Okayyy, lets not do this. Can we just work together and catch the gerbil so Poppy can act normal again?” The brunette laughs internally because she knows that her girlfriend is probably staring directly into her soul, but she doesn’t look. She could not imagine herself fighting Poppy, even though they technically did in the water fountain once, but that was more like a fever dream and she found it kinky, anyways… Bea took the lead and headed straight for the door to the bathroom, preparing herself for the quick little monster.

“Do we not have a secure plan for this? Just gonna open the door and hope for the best?” Chloe huffs out. And if Bea was being honest, that was the most sensible thing she had said all day.That girl was full of surprises. “I’m not scared of him like ya’ll. He is just very quick and I don’t want to lose him again.”

“Listen, I don’t care what you guys are or aren’t. I am still standing by what I said earlier...and I guess I will help as well.” It was already embarrassing how Poppy had acted before, but the blonde wanted to save the last of her dignity and so she stood in the far back, offering to be the last minute captor if anything went wrong. Bea was grateful that she didn’t appear to be very mad at her, but she wasn’t a fool. Still, it was better to be in trouble than dead, in some ways. The brunette braced herself and counted to three before swinging the door open and lunging to the floor immediately. Too bad the gerbil was too quick for Bea and it ran between her legs. She grunted with frustration before tripping backwards and knocking right into Chloe, who fell back onto Veronica like a freaking domino effect. The room erupted into screams as Poppy unwillingly ran forward and grabbed the rodent by its tail and lifted it into the air, hundreds of feets away from her body of course. “I got it! I got it!...Now what do I do, Bea?!!”

“Okay! okay calm down...and slowly bring it towards me. That’s it you got it..” Bea cautiously steps towards Poppy and holds her hands out to catch it if things went awry. Poppy stood frozen with fear and shock, still not registering that there was a gerbil scrambling wildly and hanging from her fingers but she pushed the dread away and successfully placed it into Bea’s hands. Mission freaking accomplished. The room visibly sighed with relief after Bea placed the animal back into his cage but Poppy could only stare at her fingers in horror. She’d need to exfoliate it maybe twice, get a new manicure, a skin peel maybe, or just some new skin honestly.

***

After the chaos had settled down and Poppy finally scrubbed herself clean, she walked back into her room and saw Bea lazily playing with the gerbil in his cage. If she wasn’t so creeped out by the rodent, the blonde would almost think this view was very sweet. Bea noticed her immediately and sat up with a guilty expression. “Pops...If I had known that you’d react like that I would have never even thought about buying him. It was a stupid decision really and I should’ve made sure you were okay with it first.” There goes Bea again with her puppy eyes and charming choice of words. Poppy sighs internally, already feeling like an asshole. She sits next to Bea and rubs her knuckles soothingly, “Well yeah it was pretty stupid…” The brunette raises an eyebrow amusingly. “But...you couldn’t have known, and I thought it was really sweet that you’d want to surprise me like that. Usually I’m the one buying gifts for others.” Bea sits up straighter feeling a little overwhelmed but wraps her arms around Poppy’s waist, leaning her head on her shoulder. They sat in comfortable silence until the brunette spoke up again, her voice nearly a whisper, “...does this mean we get to keep him?”

The blonde scoffs loudly but glances over at the cage, her eyes softening just a little bit. She looks down at her girlfriend who seems to have been watching her this whole time. Poppy feels her face start to heat up but for all the right reasons. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to having one of...those. But if you really want me to try then I will.” It was definitely worth it to see Bea’s face beam with joy, she kisses Poppy on the cheek with excitement, “Babe you won’t regret it! And.. if it doesn’t work out then we can always give him a better home okay?” The blonde watches her girlfriend’s eyes sparkle brightly and she can’t help but mirror her smile,“Okay”.

Bea reaches for the cage and sets it on her lap. She doesn’t take the gerbil out just yet, wanting Poppy to get comfortable with it in her presence. She watches different stages of emotions make its way across the blonde’s face before she relaxes. Poppy looks at her and speaks gently, “have you decided on a name yet?”

“Well I was hoping we could come up with one together, but after what happened today maybe he can be called….terminator?”

Poppy rolls her eyes so far back but lets out a soft laugh, her hair falling softly onto her cheek. When she doesn’t feel Bea brush the strands away she does it herself and watches as Bea observes the little creature. “Okay I change my mind, you’re giving him more attention than me.” The brunette looks up with a sheepish smile but can only stare at Poppy’s loving but teaseful gaze. Of course she has to be a smartass though, “actually did you know that gerbils require your attention on a daily basis, and can develop strong relationships with their owners? Almost sounds like you.” Bea feels the punch in her side before she can see it and pretends to howl in pain. It doesn’t seem to faze poppy though as she smirks at her victim, “keep that up and you will be sleeping in the cage with him.”

“Oh so you want to lock me up huh?” Bea bites her lip mischievously as she leans into kiss Poppy. Before things can heat up they hear a groan coming from the door. “Ughhh! Of course it had to turn sexual.” Veronica stood with her phone in her hand filming, and a hand over her eyes.

“VERONICA!”

#queen b #poppy x mc #poppy min sinclair #playchoices #mc x poppy #sorry to all the chloe stans LMAO #I had so much fun writing this #I hope you enjoy #and of course I haven't forgot about part 2 of driving lessons

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rina-writes · 4 years ago

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Company

A/N: This gif set by dolantwins inspired me to write a blurb where OC is keeping Gray company while Ethan and the other longboarders (one being OC’s brother) are skating

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Flirting

Gif: cr

You packed your camera in your backpack delicately, before swinging it over your shoulders. You glanced over to your brother to check if he needed help putting anything else in the car. He closed the trunk and smiled at you, gesturing for you to get in the passenger seat. His two best friends were already sitting in the back, arguing on who should get the aux cable.

“Sorry for making your work on your first day back home, kiddo.” Your brother said when he got into the driving seat.

You shrugged. “I don’t mind! This is the kind of work I enjoy.”

“I’m sure...” One of your brother’s friends teased. “I bet you couldn’t contain yourself when you found out that you were going to meet the Dolan Twins.”

You scoffed. “What am I? 13? I don’t care.” You folded your arms as you looked out the window.

“Uh huh...” Your brother said, looking you up and down as he turned on the engine. “Because you always wear a dress to follow us in a car and take pictures.”

“It’s a romper.” You corrected. You looked down at the white romper decorate with large, sunflowers. You glanced at your reflection in the side view mirror to see if the matching sunflower ornaments in your hair still looked good.

“A short romper that shows off your long legs.” Your brother’s other best friend commented.

Your brother, who had just put the car in drive, whipped his head around to glare at his friend. “You staring at my sister’s legs?”

His friend’s eyes widened and you laughed loudly.

“Drive!” You said, shoving your brother. “Stop pretending to be overprotective.”

“I’m not!” Your brother said, finally starting to move the car. “I’m just not tolerating the over-sexualization of my sister because she had the audacity to dress up for herself.”

There were a few “ooohs” in the car and you gave him a light clap.

“I know, I know, I’m so good.” Your brother joke. He glanced at you with a mischievous grin. “I’m sure the Dolan Twins will appreciate your outfit too.”

“Ugh! It’s not for them!” You insisted, but that only caused more laughter in the car.

When you pulled up to the Dolan Twins’ house, your stomach clenched with nervousness. It finally hit you that once again, you were tagging along with your big brother to meet skateboarding enthusiasts. You reached into your backpack and pulled out your camera. This was your ticket into every uncomfortable social gathering. For the most part, people liked taking pictures without having to ask. Whether you offered to take a video on their phone for Snap or if you actually took quality photos on your “real camera,” it always opened doors for you to fit in.

You put on your mask, a white mask with tiny sunflowers on it that you were excited matched so well with your outfit. Waiting for the guys to get out first, you followed them to the Dolan Twins house.

After awkward introductions without being to shake hands and equally awkward smiles underneath masks, you all sat down outside to catch up. You fiddled with your camera, snapping candid photos of your brother every now and then to test the lighting.

Your eyes darted over to Grayson Dolan. You couldn’t get over how large he looked in person. Ethan was a big dude too, but Grayson was pretty beefy. His biceps were the size of your head.

“You okay with that, Y/N?” Your brother asked, squeezing your shoulder.

You tried to pretend that you hadn’t zoned out, but you had no idea what you were agreeing to at the moment.

“My sister is always in a dream world.” Your brother explained, playfully shaking you. He raised his voice as though you were hard of hearing. “You okay with Grayson joining you in the follow car?’

You looked at Grayson who had a sheepish look on his face. Even with the black mask covering half his face, you could tell he was disappointed. You hoped it wasn’t because of you.

“Of course.” You held up your camera. “You drive, I’ll shoot?”

Grayson’s cheek raised, the warmth of his smile apparent despite the mask on his face. He gave you a thumbs up. “Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.”

“The influencer version.” Ethan joked, making the group laugh.

Ethan offered, and by offered he really strong commanded, that you and Grayson take his Tesla Smooth Cat for the follow car. You and Grayson got situated immediately, opening the windows to let in fresh air and putting on some music to relax. You started taking test shots of the scenery, your mind going into business mode. Grayson would ask you whether to speed up or slow down. You responded to him matter-of-factly as you were focus on getting the best shots.

This gave Grayson the opportunity to look at you as when he could look away from the road. He found your focus face quite adorable, and it made him think that having to sit out from long boarding wasn’t so bad.

At a certain point, you pulled over to take still shots of the boys. Grayson sat on the side, watching you squat and lay on the ground to get better angles. While he waited, he updated his fans on SnapChat.

You sat up and moved out of the street to inspect your film. You looked up to see Grayson’s sad face as he stared at his camera. You smiled softly, and pointed your camera at him.

“Gray!” You called, mimicking the nickname the other guys called him.

He looked up and you snapped the photo. He smiled and you were quick to keep clicking to capture his natural smile. After you got your fill, you walked over and sat next to him. You adjusted your mask and leaned over for him to take a look at the photos.

“I love these.” Grayson said, looking at you. “You’re really talented.”

“Thank you.” You looked down the hill, embarrassed by the compliment. “Hopefully it makes up for having to hang out with me.”

Grayson’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “I should be apologizing to you for tagging along. I broke my toe.” He pointed at his sneaker. “So, I couldn’t skate with them, but it’s been a treat to be with you.”

You blushed. “The honor is all mine.” You said, putting your hand on your chest.

Grayson looked you over, a smile crawling cross his lips. “What do you say we ditch these guys and go get vegan milkshakes?” He pointed toward them with his thumb and you looked down the hill.

You bit your lip and nodded softly.

Grayson chuckled, reaching out to touch chin lightly with his thumb and index finger. “God, you’re a such a cutie.”

You blushed and stood up. “Shall we?”

Grayson followed suit and took your hand in his. “Let’s go!”

You laced your fingers with his gingerly, a smile crossing your lips before pulling up your mask with your free hand.

“I don’t think this counts as 6 feet apart.” You teased.

Grayson grinned, his cheeks stretched high above his mask. “Guess we’ll have to quarantine for 14 days...”

#dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan scenario #grayson dolan imagine #r-writes-fic

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yanderecandystore · 4 years ago

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Can I have headcanons of how the bullies react to s/o that works in a cat maid cafe? Like they could be trying the new cat maid cafe that opened up recently to just see s/o wearing a maid outfit with cat ears and a cat tail bowing saying ‘welcome back master!’ Not realizing it’s the twins. What would they do?

I appreciate your thinking very much, as I myself really enjoy the maid x master trope 👀 (don't tell anyone else tho- lol). This sounds so much like an anime, God, I love it??

TW/Tags: this is kinda short, yet I would love to go off on how much I like the idea tho 👀 // mentions of possible blackmail/manipulation

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Fortunate accident [Yandere!Bully OC x Reader - Headcanon]:

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

Oh boy, ain't this the most fortunate accident to ever happen in her life?? Oh dearest, this is rich! And to think she was almost going to miss you wearing that only because she thought "well, there can't be something too special about maid cafes, right?"

Your face while noticing what you just said, and to who you just said, was absolutely incredible! Red as a rose.

"- Oh- Uh-Uhn-" You were struggling to keep the character up, geez, why did she need to be here! This is terrible!

"- W-Welcome in mi-mistress!" You tried making a little cat pose, it didn't go well since you were embarrassed knowing exactly what Alexandra was thinking.

"- Geez, pathetic!" She whispered so only you could hear it, while giggling at how stupidly cute you look. She can't tell if she thinks you look ridiculous or if you look absolutely adorable greeting her like that. It does suit you a lot tho, the outfit, the greeting, the "mistress" coming out of your lips.

So fitting. She was going to enjoy every second of this.

You took her to her table, trembling as you took her order. Well, at least she is alone, wait!-

"- Oh, don't worry, I won't show anyone this video… Well, not yet at least." She took her phone out of her purse while you were taking her order. She decided to film you in your cutesy little outfit.

The video wasn't for anyone else but her, yet she decided to use it as a way to make you anxious. If you slip up or not do what she asks, she will show it to literally every single person in the academy.

Even the teachers. Even the principal.

You, of course, felt terrified. Making sure to take her order to the kitchen so she wouldn't wait too long. Maybe she would even leave sooner, right?

While you bowed down saying "I'll be back soon, mistress!" Trying to give her a smile even though she can tell her presence had shaken you. How sweet!

But, then she started to wonder- Were you like this to all people in this place? All the creeps that are here to see girls in tiny maid outfits bowing to them, were receiving this same treatment from you?

She doesn't think they deserve it. No, they don't deserve any of this at all. And how daring of you, to work in a place such as this. Did you enjoy it as much as the wondering eyes glued to these creeps faces? Maybe the job paid you really well for you to be wandering around in a miniskirt.

"- Hmpf! Unbelievable…." Well, it seems like this sweet occasion was starting to become sour. Alexandra is thinking about how every single person in this place has the privilege of being able to see you like this everyday after classes. How absurd!

When you come back with her order you notice her angry face. Oh well, here it comes-

"- Here it is, mistress!" You said while placing the cappuccino and a strawberry tart she had ordered. You expected her to laugh at you or even scold you for taking "too long".

Yet she only scoffed at you, as she was getting more and more irritated by the ideas clouding her mind. She didn't say anything to you or even looked at you to be honest, which caused you to think you did something wrong to make her this pissed off.

Although her mood was almost destroyed by her own jealousy, the rest of the day wasn't so bad, actually, it only got better from that. Seeing you act like that helped her ego a lot, this is exactly how you're supposed to treat her… And only her.

If all she needs to do to see you treating her with this amount of respect is to come see you in your job everyday after classes then she will totally do it. Unless you get yourself fired so you don't have to deal with her.

If that outcome ever happens, you know she could still use the videos and photos she took of you to blackmail you into doing what she wants, right? She could totally use a little kitty like you serving her stuff.

It would even be a lot more appropriate in her point of view. Having a private maid, away from all the prying eyes of the creeps around that place.

Can you imagine? Being in her room, treating her like the true princess that she is? Hell, she would even give you a little outfit to go with it, something a little more classy than the miniskirt you're wearing.

"- I could get used to this, how about you?"

→ Adrien Coldwell:

Oh. Ooooh, so this is where you work at?? This is probably the luckiest coincidence to ever happen to him. He wasn't all that interested in eating at this cafe to be perfectly honest, he thought it was a place for degenerates and weirdos.

But this?? This is absolutely delightful! God, there aren't many words in human vocabulary to express how much he enjoyed this situation.

Although his stoic face may hide his excitement, don't you dare believe for a second that he'll leave you alone after witnessing you in a tiny cat maid outfit.

He'll make sure to take your attention every second of the job. Ordering or saying how his orders are wrong, make you go back and bring something else for him.

He did it because A: it meant you would spend time with him, and B: because he hated how other customers were looking at you like you're a piece of meat.

How dare these imbeciles look at you in such a revolting way, when he is the only one that should be able to witness such a view?

Urgh, sometimes you really piss him off, you should know better than to be around smiling and saying "meow" to these creeps. What, you enjoyed this? Was the money really that good for you to place yourself so beneath?

"- Honestly, if money it's what you need, I'm pretty sure you could find something better and less ``'tacky ``. We do need a new maid in my house if you're so desperate." He scoffed at you. God, you look amazing, yet- How is he supposed to feel good about sharing your grace with strangers??

"- What-" The idea may have sounded foreign to you. Hell, it may even have sounded ridiculous! Can you imagine? Working for the Coldwells as a real maid?? Even though he bullies you constantly??!!

"- I-I not looking for a new job, master." You wanted to keep the character, but you're so taken back by his odd offer, that you almost vomited at the idea of calling him master again!

He would still dismiss your statement. Really? You wanted to continue your work here? Geez, you're so annoying…

I guess he should use a more convincing tool to make you see his point of view. He'll take pictures and videos of you serving other customers, doing the whole ``nyah`` thing you're doing. This is the best material for running someone's reputation that he ever got, honestly.

Who would've guessed? Little [Y/N] works as a cat maid at a cafe far away from the academy's area. He is surprised he was the only rich student to actually consider going out of their way to enter such a low ranked establishment.

Can you hear the jokes about furries? The constant looks of all the other students? Can you hear them whispering to each other? Can you hear people calling you "kitten" constantly?

Don't worry, because if you can't hear it, he sure can. Oooh, and how does he hear it! Two clicks and the evidence of you working at such a bizarre place will be all over his social media.

How about you put your training in practice and treat him with the utmost respect? Be sweet with your words and go get him one of those cheesecakes, because he'll be here throughout your whole shift, if not every single day after classes.

Unless, you accept his kind offer to work at a comfy mansion where no one else will see you working as a maid, ya know, choices! Life is all about choices, so take your time to consider them, dearest.

Honestly, he is already looking at the best maid costumes he can find. Maybe he should ask someone to make one for you, with the right proportions and class that a Coldwell maid deserves.

You fit the role so perfectly, you probably won't even notice a difference.

Although, of course, when he said serving the Coldwells, he in reality only meant him, so, ya know.

Don't be so surprised if you actually accept his offer, and all that you do all day is do his bidding.

"- I could get used to this, how about you?"

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#yandere #sheep stuff #yandere oc #sheep's stuff #yandere x reader #yandere bully #yandere twins #yandere bully x reader #yandere bully x maid reader #maid reader #yandere oc headcanon #yandere headcanon #special delivery headcanons #special delivery request

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boltwrites · 4 years ago

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I Vote Makeovers!

Fandom: The Legend of Korra Pairing: Bolin / Reader (feminine) Rating: K Tags: Makeovers, Very Tender Makeup Application

fakelavish requested: hello again! 🥰 i know you’ve got a long list but i’ve another SFW request for a female reader when you can manage! ik Bolin would be open to a makeover! the reader would be straddling him applying his makeup like in that ✨one meme✨ and he’d be really confused by all the different products and would probably be scared of the mascara wand poking out his eye 🥺 prob’s wouldn’t stop looking at himself in the mirror feeling all empowered 😌 we love a man who’s comfortable w/ his masculinity ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: as a he/him that does makeup... you go, Bo, you go. also this took fucking forever and i struggled with it a LOT but i finally finished it and i don’t think it’s half bad! title is inspired by that one line Bolin says in “The Aftermath” when Korra and Asami are talking about bonding... you know that boy wanted to get in on the makeover action.

You leaned close to the mirror, holding the pencil steady as you meticulously filled in your eyebrows. You were just going to the store with Bolin, but you still liked to wear makeup. It was like a little piece of art you could wear every day, and you loved collecting new products and trying them out.

As you finished applying your mascara, you heard a knock on your door. That was probably him!

“Come in!” You yelled, and you heard the door open, the creak distinctive to your ears at this point. “I’m in the bedroom,” you called, in a softer voice, now that you knew he could hear you.

Bolin made his way to your bedroom, and when he peeked in, you could see his shocked expression reflected in the mirror. You weren’t surprised – there were a lot of different products currently played over your vanity at the moment. He probably thought you were being a bit excessive, since you two were just running errands.

“Oh, hi Bolin! Don’t worry, I’m almost done,” you promised him, capping your eyebrow pencil and grabbing a nude lipstick.

“Oh, it’s OK, I don’t mind,” Bolin assured you, taking a few steps into your room, his eyes never leaving your face as you applied your lipstick. You smiled at him, turning and lowering the product from your lips.

“What?” you chuckled, and Bolin blushed, scratching the back of his head. He had been staring at you pretty intently, and you thought it was so cute when he blushed.

“Nothing! I mean, not nothing – I’ve never seen you put on your makeup before. I – it sounds kinda stupid, but I never really thought about how you do everything… I thought it was just like, maybe some kind of big puff, and then lipstick,” he shrugged, gesturing to the collection of products scattered around you. You smiled at him, picking up your setting spray to finish your look.

“No, it’s a little bit more complicated than that,” you giggled, spritzing your face. Bolin watched you curiously, leaning against one of your bedposts as you fanned your face.

“What was that?” he asked. You smiled, setting the spray down.

“It’s setting spray,” you replied, not wanting to bore him with the details. You were used to people only asking about your makeup as a formality, to be polite. Your friends weren’t interested in the slightest, besides Asami, who only knew the basics and didn’t stray far outside her signature dark lip. Your previous boyfriends had ranged from complete apathy to downright dismissive of your hobby, so you didn’t want to bore Bolin with the details.

But he pressed.

“What’s it for?” he asked, drawing nearer, his eyes raking over the products scattered across the vanity. You watched him in the mirror, as he actually looked at your products with interest, his eyebrows scrunched quizzically as he tilted his head to the side, rubbing his chin with a thumb. Usually, you would just move on, to the next topic, not wanting to ramble, but Bolin actually looked interested.

“It helps your makeup stay on, here-“ you passed the bottle to him, and he took it, examining it closely. You grinned, thinking that he looked to cute. “It can also help it blend together. Sometimes when you put on your blush on top of your foundation, it won’t look quite right, and-“

“What are those?” he asked, then backtracked. “Well, I know blush, it’s the – the blushy one! For your cheeks!” he pinched his own cheek in demonstration, gesturing with the other that still held the setting spray, and you giggled at his exaggerated movements. “But what’s foundation?”

“It’s this one,” you handed him the container, and he examined it curiously. “It’s the foundation of your face, so it’s used to even out your skin tone. It also helps other products stick better to your face.”

“Oooh,” Bolin nodded, understanding. You leaned back in your chair, watching him as he looked over your products with enthusiasm you hadn’t really expected from him.

“I could do your makeup sometime, if you like,” you offered with a chuckle, thinking that your comment would be taken as a joke. You would like to do Bolin’s makeup – he had such long, pretty lashes, and you knew that with the right products your could bring out all his best features – his strong jawline, his cute button nose, his wide green eyes. But you also knew that the last time you put makeup on a man, he had immediately washed it off, as if it had been a chore to have you put it on him in the first place. That was back when you were training to be a makeup artist – you had since moved past that profession, partly because of that experience.

But Bolin, instead of laughing, looked at you with wide eyes, his reaction sincere. He looked… excited? Hopeful? But then he caught your eyes and blushed, looking down, setting the products back on your vanity.

“No, you don’t have to,” he chuckled, but it was awkward, and then your own eyes lit up. Would he let you? Did he want to?

“No, I want to! You would look so good, with some contour, and mascara-“ you were almost completely turned around in your chair, looking like an eager kid in a candy store as you watched Bolin. He blinked at you, shocked.

“Really? You – you wouldn’t think it was weird or anything?”

You shook your head, vigorously. “No – not at all! I mean, I’m surprised you don’t know more about it, actually. I would think that back when you were a mover star, that you would have worn some.”

“Really?” he asked, taken aback by the assumption. You nodded, getting up from your chair.

“Yeah! I mean, I know you were filming back when movers were brand new, but when I was thinking about working as a makeup artist-“

“You were going to be a makeup artist?” Bolin asked, his eyes wide, almost glittering as he stared at you in awe. You blushed, flustered that he would consider that something worthy of the awe it seemed to inspire in him.

“Well, yes, I considered it a while ago. A lot of the other artists I talked to worked mostly with mover stars – and all of them wear makeup on set. Of course, mover makeup is a lot different than what you would wear for a night out…”

“Then really, it’s weird that I’ve never done my makeup!” Bolin connected the dots. Or, he attempted to. You grinned at him.

“It’s weird that you’ve never had your makeup done. Actors don’t do their own makeup. They have people like me do it for them. Or, I would have…” you trailed off, looking down.

“Well, it makes perfect sense, right? I’m an ex-mover star, and you’re a not-quite-professional makeup artist, so it works out!”

You snorted, shaking your head as you took a step towards him, leaning up for a quick peck on his lips.

“Of course it does,” you agreed, because he was very sweet, and you really did want to do his makeup for him. “But first, before we do that – errands!”

“Oh, right!” Bolin stood up straight, as if he had only just remembered that he had come over to your apartment for a reason. You grinned wide as you both gathered your things and headed out for your errands.

You didn’t have too much to pick up – just some thing for dinner. You and Bolin were having a nice night in at your place. He was going to teach you how to cook some of his favorite food, and as you shopped, he remarked that since he was teaching you how to cook, it only made sense that you should teach him how to do his makeup. You had laughed, but you did think he was right, in a way. It did make the exchange more equal.

So, you gathered your food, and cooked your dinner. It was wonderful – and afterwards, you two sat around the fireplace in your apartment, sipping on an additional glass of wine each as you just enjoyed each other’s company. The food had been amazing, and the wine was surprisingly sweet. As you sipped yours, Bolin arm wrapped his arm around you as you both watched the flames dance.

“You know,” Bolin remarked, his cheeks already a little pink from the wine, even though he hadn’t had that much of it. “We should do my makeup tonight.”

“I was planning on it,” you giggled, snuggling in. “But now I’m too comfortable. It’s nice and warm by the fire, and it’s always so cold in my room this time of year.”

“Aw,” Bolin pouted, whining at you. “But what if we just did it out here!”

“Hm,” you considered it for a moment, setting your glass down. “That could actually work. You’ll have to promise to stay still for me, though.”

“I promise not to move an inch! Stock still!” Bolin sat bolt upright, his back straighter than you thought you had ever seen it. You snorted, ruffling his hair with your hand as you stood up.

“Thank you, sweetie,” you smiled, patting his shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

You returned in only a few minutes, but your arms were laden with makeup when you did. It spilled out of your arms and onto the coffee table when you returned, and you had to make a frantic grab at a few lipsticks as they threatened to fall off the table and roll under the couch.

“Alright, we’ve got everything,” you said, reaching for the moisturizer first. Bolin looked so excited, his eyes bright as he smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but return it.

“Turn so you’re facing me – yeah, that’s perfect,” You mumbled. You brushed your hand through his hair, trying to press his curls into place, but one stubborn piece of hair kept popping out, onto his forehead. You frowned, biting your lip.

“Actually, wait right here,” you added, zipping into the other room for a headband. You used it to push Bolin’s hair back, and it effectively held the curl in place. You smirked in triumph – and also, because Bolin looked absolutely adorable with a headband.

“Now, you gotta tell me what you’re doing when you’re putting all this stuff on me!” Bolin demanded, pouting a little at you. “I don’t want to sound stupid if I ever get my makeup done again and I don’t even know what’s going on!”

You shook your head, squeezing some moisturizer out of the bottle and rubbing it against his cheeks, working it over the rest of his face. “Of course. This is moisturizer, by the way,” you added, your voice low as you worked.

“And what does it do?” Bolin asked as you pressed it into his forehead. This was intimate in a way you hadn’t realized it would be. Unlike when you had worked on clients, Bolin’s knees were almost knocking into you, and you could use your hands to press the moisturizer into his skin, warm and soft under your fingers. Like this, you could spend as much time as you wanted looking at his face – his pretty green eyes, his button nose, his bushy eyebrows, his full lips – you wondered what they would look like with lip gloss on them.

“Uh,” you stuttered, distracted. “It puts moisture back into your skin. It’ll help the foundation go on smoother.”

“Oh, cool,” Bolin mumbled, his knees knocking into yours. It wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world, you had to admit, you twisted so far to the side.

“Next is foundation,” you told him, as you placed a small dollop on the back of your hand. You had broken out some samples in different colors to match his skin tone. “I have to find the one that matches your skin tone the best so that it looks seamless and it blends in well.”

You swatched a few different shades against his cheek, cradling his jaw with your other hand to keep him from moving. Even though he had promised to stay still, you always felt like this made your work better, when you could hold his head in place as you worked. And the fact that you could feel his pulse under your fingers, brushing against the soft hairs at the base of his neck, just made it better.

“I think this one is the best,” you mumbled, brushing the other samples away with a towel. You gathered your foundation brush and dipped it into more of the same color, brushing it over Bolin’s face gently – but Bolin kept flinching, trying not to laugh.

“Y/n – it – why does it tickle?” he tried, between giggles, to stop moving against your hand. You frowned, trying to hold him still and failing.

“I don’t think it tickles!” you countered, pouting at him. Bolin shrugged sadly.

“But you’re doing it to yourself! Everybody knows you can’t tickle yourself!”

You bit your lip. You couldn’t work like this – not with Bolin giggling and twitching while you were trying to work – and not with your knees constantly knocking together, which was pretty annoying on its own.

“Alright, we’re gonna try something different,” you declared. Bolin stared at you, his face only half covered in foundation. “Lay down on the sofa, and I’ll climb on top of you.”

“I have a feeling they don’t do that when they’re applying your makeup on a mover set,” Bolin commented, just joking as you stood up so he could move. He was right – it was unconventional, for sure, but it wouldn’t matter how professional you were. You were only doing your boyfriend’s makeup for fun.

Once he laid down, you threw a leg over him, and his eyes went wide. You grinned as you sat on his lap.

“Ah, much better,” you sighed, making a show of how nice it was to sit on top of him, leaning down to pat more foundation onto his skin. It really was easier to control his head this way – there was no way for him to rear back, and he was so shocked that he hardly flinched at all while you patted on the rest of his foundation.

“Next is concealer,” you said, leaning over him to apply it. His body was warm and firm under you, and you could feel his breath as you applied the cream under his eyes. “It had a bunch of uses – for more prevalent skin imperfections, it can be blended into foundation to give you an even canvas. Like if you have a pimple, for instance, you use concealer to cover it,” you taught him, applying it under his eyes. “But for you, I’m just using it to conceal the dark circles under your eyes, and brighten them up a little. It helps give depth to the face.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Bolin breathed, and you could tell that instead of paying attention to your words, that he was transfixed by how close you were to him, how easy it would be for him to kiss you.

You applied the rest of his makeup – his blush, contour, and highlight, letting him know exactly how to make his face even more chiseled and lovely. After you were done, you leaned back.

“Now, Bo.”

“Hmm?” he asked. He blinked up at you, as his eyes had been closed as you powdered his face. He was so content there, you thought he might fall asleep.

“What kind of a look do you want? I can go more natural, and just do your eyebrows,” you offered, although you doubted that your eyebrow pomade would add much to your boyfriend’s already thick brows. “Or, we could go all out, and I could put on eyeshadow and mascara – “

“I wanna go all out,” Bolin replied, a little more alert now as he smiled up at you. “I wanna see what you come up with.”

You blushed, smiling at his encouragement. It made your heart flip, how much he seemed to enjoy this. Maybe you two could do this more often, and maybe if Bolin wanted, one day he could do your makeup too.

“Alright. I’ll do your eyebrows, and then we’ll move on to the fun stuff,” you giggled, and he returned your enthusiasm with a chuckle.

You smoothed his brows with some pomade, but didn’t move in with any plucking or trimming tools for him. Although a lot of your former colleagues would have scoffed at how bushy, and somewhat unruly Bolin’s brows were, you thought they were very handsome, and with a bit of tinted pomade, you were able to control them a little more.

Then, you moved on to eyeshadow. You pressed even closer to Bolin for this part.

“Now, I’m going to do some eyeshadow on you. Traditionally, eyeshadow was used to make your eyes look more deep set, but eyeshadow can also be used to enhance your natural eye color. Now, close your eyes for me.”

Bolin did, and you pressed the pigment onto his lids, trying to be as gentle as possible.

“For example, you have green eyes. And the complimentary color to green is red. So, if I use red-toned eyeshadows on you, it’ll make your eye color look even more vibrant,” you spoke softly as you worked.

“That’s so cool,” Bolin mumbled, careful to keep his eyes closed. “It’s like you’re painting or something.”

“I think it’s a form of art, yeah,” you replied, blending the shadow up further, then picking a highlight color for his brow bone. You had chosen a palette of reds and browns for his eye look – something that would make his eye color pop, but would also add some depth.

“And that makes me your canvas,” Bolin replied, smiling a little. You couldn’t help yourself, and you leaned down to kiss him soft and gentle, cradling his jaw in your hand.

“The most handsome canvas I’ve ever seen,” you replied with a giggle, and Bolin opened his eyes to grin at you. He looked so stunning already, he would be drop dead gorgeous by the time you were done with him.

Mascara was… difficult. You had to cradle his head very gentle as you told him to blink, wiggling the wand up as he did so. Surprisingly, he took it like a champ, unlike many of the other individuals you had practiced on over the years. You applied a nude lip to him, and a healthy coat of gloss, and then, with a spritz of setting spray, he was done.

“You’re all set,” you said, not wanting to move from your spot on top of him. He was warm, and solid under you, and you just wanted to cuddle close to him – but also, you didn’t want to mess up his makeup.

Because now, as you looked at him, sitting up straight on his lap? He was beautiful. The mascara made his already long eyelashes pop even more than before, and the red eyeshadow practically made his eyes glow. His cheekbones and jawline were accentuated, and you had contoured his nose just right. The best part were his lips though – the gloss made them look slick, and somehow even fuller than usual.

“How do I look?” he asked, with a little shy smile. He sat up and flexed, as if that would do something to his makeup look. You chuckled, covering your mouth with your hand.

“You look… you look stunning,” you admitted. “Do you want to see?”

“Do I want to see – of course I want to see! My wonderful girlfriend spent too much time on it for me to not look!”

His praise made you blush, but you offered him the hand mirror you had brought out with you, leaning over the top of it so you could see his reaction.

As soon as he caught sight of himself, Bolin’s jaw dropped. He turned to the right, then the left, gasping at the look.

“That-that’s me?”

“That’s you,” you replied, with a broad smile. He looked at you in wonder.

“I look so different!”

“Do you like it?” you asked, a twinge of guilt tugging at you. What if he didn’t like it – what if he thought he looked dumb?

Instead, Bolin looked at you as if you had asked him the most obvious question in the world.

“I love it! No wonder you do this every day – I look so cool! My eyes are like… whoa!” He gestured wildly, almost knocking you off of his lap, and you laughed loud and happy, pressing yourself to the back of the sofa to keep upright and on top of him. You smiled so wide, so in love with him.

“You’re beautiful,” you said, and you meant it. You leaned down, and even though you knew it would mess up his lip gloss, you kissed him soft and gentle, cradling his jaw in your hands. He moaned against you, and when you pulled back, the flutter of his lashes made your breathe catch in your throat.

He really was beautiful – so pretty it made your heart ache. Maybe you would have to do his makeup more often – if only just so you could look at him all night.

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