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stargazing-imagines · 6 months

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The Grudge — Conrad Fisher x Fem!reader

Description: you and Conrad breakup the 2 summers before after him cheating on you, but what happens when you come back to cousins beach with another lover? Leaving him regretting what he did.

Warning: Conrad being a jerk, bad writing.

Fandom: the summer I turned pretty

Requested: no

A/n: this song is based on the song the grudge by Olivia Rodrigo! Oh and this isn’t going to have a happy ending, but if you want a part two then let me know because this can definitely work with a part two!

It has been a few years since you have last seen Conrad, after the heartache of seeing him kiss belly was clear vision of why he was acting weird that one summer.

Here you were in the passenger seat of your fiancés car as you and him were driving to cousins beach for Susannah’s annual Fourth of July party. Everyone was going to be there, Laurel, Steven, Jeremiah, Belly, even Conrad.

You wanted to turn down the invitation, but Susannah pushed you into coming after she saw your Facebook pictures of your engagement to Anthony and wanting to meet him.

“How are you feeling, tell me honestly.” Said Anthony as he placed his hand on top of your shaking hands, you clutched you’re hands with his looking down

“Honestly… im nervous.” You said “from what Susannah said, everyone has changed,”

“What do you mean?” Asked Anthony as he looked at you then back at the road

“For starters, belly is grown up.” You said “Susannah even told me that she’s doing the debutante ball.”

“Didn’t you do it?” Asked Anthony as he kept his eyes on the road

“Yeah, the summer before I left…”

That was also the day that you and Conrad have broken up, he was your escort to the ball when all the sudden he kissed another girl

“Yeah, she even invited me to come watch her.”

“Are you going to?”

You scoffed before shaking your head

“And watch belly and Conrad together?” You said “nope.”

After you said that, he pulled into the driveway of the beach house, putting the car in park. He turned the car off before turning towards you.

“Remember… I’ll always be by your side.” Said Anthony as he gave your knuckles a kiss before stroking your cheek

“Guys she’s here!” You heard Susannah say as she rushed to your car door, opening it

“I missed you.” Said susannah as she gave you a gut squeezing hug before pulling away eyes lighting up at the sight of you’re fiancé. “you must be Anthony.”

“Yep.” Said Anthony as he gave Susannah a hug “it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n has told me a lot of things about you and your family.”

“Good things I hope.” Said Susannah “Jeremiah, Steven! Help Y/n and Anthony get their stuff in the house!”

“So how did you two meet?” Asked belly

She was currently stood next to Gigi and the other debs as she was talking to you

“You mean me and Anthony?” You asked

“Yeah, when’s the wedding?” Asked gigi as she eyed your engagement ring

“Oh… next summer.” You said setting your stuff down

“Maybe you could have it at cousins!” Suggested belly “I could be your bridesmaid!”

You laughed at belly

“Bells you are already my bridesmaid whether I get married or not.”

You looked at Anthony who was talking to Jeremiah and Steven, he looked at you before smiling and waving at you, you waved back.

That was until you saw him.

Conrad fisher, giving the both of you death glares, you looked back at belly

“Is everything alright with Conrad?” You asked “he’s acting…”

“Strange?” Asked belly “yeah he’s been like that all summer.”

“Im going to talk to him.”

With that you sat your stuff down before following him inside the house

“Why don’t you go back outside with your lover boy?” Asked Conrad as he yelled at you “I don’t want you.”

“Why are you being like this?” You asked frustrated “you used to be so sweet and kind and gentlemanly… what happened?”

“You happened!” Said Conrad “the summer you left… I was devastated.”

“Look Conrad…”

“Please give us another chance.” Said Conrad “to make it right.”

“I can’t Conrad…” you said “I’m sorry…”

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The summer I turned pretty masterlist

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp imagine #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #conrad x reader #tsitp conrad #tsitp #Spotify

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deadsnothere · 1 year

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"I'm sleeping with your sister"

Synopsis - While alias and lockwood are on a date Alias's brother Quill Kipps find his sister and his enemy enjoying a "conversation and a cup of tea." (warning: it gets a bit spicy at the end no actual smut but hints at it!!)

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Request - Nope but they are open, pls request stuff guys i'm begging!!!

Word count - 1.7k

Speak Ali! - PLEASE REQUEST!! I will not use y/n but i will use Alias, and you can request things like "george's sister" or "the best listener" Alias is just the base name i'll use 😭 SO PLEASE REQUEST <3

Alias didn't mind when Kipps was a dick.

Except for when he was a dick to Lockwood and Co. Alias joined Lockwood and Co a good while ago, Quill always thought it was a waste of her talent. Thought that instead of agency work she should’ve gone into making flare’s and engineering since she was so good with that field of work. He even got Fittis to offer her a job as a mechanic after a mission went wrong as an agent. But she declined and told him she already got another job and left it at that. Alias and Quill were never that close, They had almost exactly opposite personalities, Alias was kind and sweet, sarcastically caring and the biggest drama queen in residence of 35 Portland row, and loves Anthony lockwood. While Quill was- Well Quill and despises Anthony lockwood.

“Well..if it isn't Andrew.” I immediately felt my eyes roll. When I looked up there was my dear brother himself. Quill Kipps! He looked over to me smiling, Ethan, one of Quill's agents, who stood closest to me, doing the same. Quill was acting nicer now then when he first learned that I’d joined Lockwood and Co as an Agent/Mechanic, he wasn't exactly happy. I was rendezvousing with the ‘enemy’. Little does he know I'm doing much more than that.

Me and Anthony were just trying to enjoy a date- A simple date at a small cafe before we went out with Lucy and Norrie, Can't even get that in this family! “What do you want, Kipps? Can you not see I'm trying to enjoy a cup of tea and a conversation?” Lockwood looked pissed. I'm pretty sure he was more pissed about Ethan being here than anything. If it was just Quill I'm sure he would be a little less angry but he always said he hated the way Ethan looked at me.

And so did I honestly but mainly because it was creepy- Even now in the middle of a cafe he was staring at me through the corner of his eye, acting like we definitely could not tell what or who he was looking at. “I'm sure now that Quill got his tea he can leave us alone Anthony, don't worry.” I spoke calmly trying to keep the little peace there was.

Quill snapped his head over to look at me. I’m not even kidding, I think I actually heard a crack- “Anthony!? Since when did you call him Anthony, Alias?” I raised an eyebrow, faking a confused face and biting down on my tongue, to keep my nerves down. “Since, I joined the agency…Me and Anthony have become very close friends, I’ll have you know.” Anthony snorted out a laugh from across the table, looking out the window to the side. I kicked his shin lightly, giving him the best ‘I will kick you in the balls’ glare I could muster.

Quill looked over to him, aggravated. “You have something to say, Tony?” Lockwood looked back to Quill acting like he didn't just laugh at me calling us ‘friends’. “Hm? Oh no-” Anthony turned his head to me next, making eye contact. He tilted his head up slightly, his fingers played with his chapped lips. Gods that made me think of last night, my lipstick marks was all over his face, it was so cute he looked so done with me but continued to let me kiss all over his face nonetheless. I looked away from him this time trying to keep the redness in my face down. Gods, this man is infuriating. I just want to kiss him till he can’t breath-

“No I just think it's funny is all.” “What's so funny?” Ethan responded next, even surprising Quill. “That you're both so caught up in Alias’s business. She's more mature than the both of you combined and yet you cling to her like she needs to be protected from everything.” He looked away from me to the other two to the right of him, taking a sip of his earl gray.

What a fucking hypocrite. He acts like he doesn't do the same shit! ‘Oh Alias you can’t do that! It’ll explode’ Or ‘Oh Alias Let me test that very new flare design instead of you even though you're the one who made it’ and ‘I'll protect you darling, even though I have a broken arm and I've been stabbed 14 times in the ribs!’ Ok maybe that last one was a bit dramatic but sometimes I think he would…

“How dare you! I'm their older brother- I have full right to be worried over their safety at your shady agency, Lockwood.” “I've known them both my entire life, it's just being a gentleman!” Lockwood scoffed back at both of their words. Although he seemed more offended at the thought that I wouldn't be safe at Lockwood and Co.

“If there's one thing I'm sure of Kipps, is that Alias’s safety is prioritized at our agency. More than you can say after your last mission together.” After a mission as an agent at fitties went south, Quill became a lot more protective over me. It was bothersome the majority of the time but there were very rare moments it was useful. “Don't you dare bring that up! You have no right to say that about me- You don't even know what happened other than what was put on the papers and that's barely true.” Anthony nodded along with Quill, a knowing look on his face. “But Ali told me everything. What you did..what you didn't.”

Quill looked so pissed, but immediately tried to ignore the comment about me telling him everything from that night. “Ali?! You let him call you Ali! You hate that nickname, you’ve always hated that nickname-” Ant looked so proud of himself, Laughing dryly. Interrupting my own response. “She's let me do a lot more than that Kipps, A lot more.” Three head’s shot over to him. Me kicking him in the shin, harder than the first time to hopefully get a point across. Ethan looked less than happy, with his pitiful little stare. And Quill looked as if he wasn't sure what he was going to do first, torture or kill him.

“He started to call me by the nickname on his own! I just didn't stop him..” I put my hands up in defense. “He’s a stubborn man ok? and plus it's..kinda sweet.” I put my hands back down, taking a sip of my hot chocolate, avoiding eye contact from my poor brother. It didn't take much to know Lockwood was enjoying this, just the annoying smirk when I called him sweet, and when Quill’s face turned red from anger.

“Sweet? Him sweet! He's a prick! an arsehole- The biggest dick I've met since trevor.” Trevor was a mutual friend we had, let's just say it didn't end well. “She certainly thinks I do.” I choked on my hot chocolate about dying as I tried to regain my composure. Quill’s face went dead serious. “She what.” I have a feeling this is going to end as badly as trevor. “I’m sleeping with your sister Kipps. We’ve been dating for almost a year.” Ethan’s face dropped, jaw opened, while Quill just looked at me, his eyes almost pleading for it not to be true. “Surprise?” I said in an uncertain tone, slowly moving my hands up to do jazz hands. Yeah just keep doing Jazz hands they make everything better-

It's not completely unprompted that we tell my brother, I mean we've had conversations about it in the past, we just never really got to it! “Alias Kipps when I told you don't rendezvous with the enemy I meant it!” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “He's your enemy not mine!-” Quill looked almost offended. “You used to hate him too!” “Well He's obviously far from my enemy now!” “We bonded over hating him!” “Well now we can bond over making out with him!”

Lockwood was watching this conversation like a tennis game. A smirk on his face the entire time, until my head snapped to him. “And you, don't think you're free, and don't think I don't know of your little jealousy game. I have half a mind to kick your ass right now.” Quill’s face now held a smirk. I was looking back and forth between the boys, about ready to murder, and it showed on my face. “Now Quill, Ethan please walk away and if you’ll excuse me and my boyfriend. We are going to continue our date. bye bye” If it weren't for the fact that I looked ready to kill, they probably wouldn't have left, but after being my sibling for so long I think Quill learned what I could and couldn't do. They both reluctantly walked away keeping his stare on me and Anthony until he was out of the cafe.

I'm not sure which feeling was stronger, lust or anger. but i'm pretty sure it's both. I mean what an ass! Who does anthony think he is! He didn't even ask if it was ok to tell him. God he made my blood boil, but by the way he was sitting there with his legs man spread looking so proud of himself gods, I just want to absolutely ruin his perfect face. Force him to whine and whimper for my touch. Gods he'd look so perfect...

This was going to be a long date.

“Anthony.” I took in a deep breath trying to relax my head, at this point I couldn't tell what was anger and what was lust. He smiled at me with his ‘please forgive me’ smile. “Yes darling?” I stood up and took two steps to stand beside him, whispering in his ear. “When we get home, I expect to find you on your bed ready for me, got it?” I put my hand on his thigh and set my other hand on his shoulder. He nodded as a yes but that isn't exactly what I was expecting, he knows exactly what I'm expecting. The hand on his thigh trailed up just a bit higher, “Excuse me?” “Yes ma'am.” I nodded in satisfaction, patting his shoulder and moving both of my hands away. Picking up my to-go cup of hot chocolate, which was still hot, thank gods.

“Come on, Ant! We have places to be don't we? Promised Lucy and Norrie that double date.” I kissed his cheek and patted the other with my hand. “But I'll uh- give you a minute, I'll be outside getting a cab.” Even as I was walking away I could feel him staring at me. This time his stare was almost pleading for me to come back, desperate for attention.

part 2?

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co dr #anthony bloody lockwood #mentions #lucy x norrie #lucy carlyle #norrie white #part 2?#quill kipps #lockwood netflix #speak ali!!#the chronicles of alias forman #reader has a name #anthony lockwood x alias foreman

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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Molly, can we please hear more about this nipple piercing saga? I love it so much. Did Kate demand to know the name of the artist that did it? How long did it take her to forgive him and let him have a sandwich? Did she (safely) remove it, let it heal, and then redo it, claiming she did it better even though the original artist did it just as well?

Okay, It's time to do a deep dive on this saga

"Kate, honey, I'm sorry." Anthony sighed, resting his chin against her shoulder, even as she tried to swat him away. "I genuinely wanted to surprise you."

Kate spun around, ignoring the way his hands on the exposed skin of her waist felt like she was on fire and her body ached to relax into the firm wall of his chest. She could already feel how his teeth would nip at her neck and his hands would tear at her stockings as they ripped them off her body and his tongue would be warm and wet as it laved over her and sent off off the edge, while his fingers bruised her thighs and god she wanted it. Desperately she did. But she was also trying to teach him a lesson. She remembered sadly as her eyes caught on his chest, left bare to catch her off guard she was sure.

"What was her name?"

Anthony swallowed, "Jess."

"Jess." Kate scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well, why don't you go back to Kent and you can move in with Jess?"

He ruffled his hair, "Babe, I love you, and I'm sorry, I didn't realise this would hurt your feelings."

She gaped at him. "You didn't think this would hurt me?!"

"Kate," Anthony said quickly, realising he'd said the wrong thing.

"Was she better than me?"

Anthony's eyes widened, "I um- Well- She was different."

Kate's eyes narrowed, "Different? Different good or different bad?"

"Well," Anthony swallowed, "Nobody likes change." He caught sight of the look on her face. "Bad, awful, horrible!"

Kate pushed against his chest, sending him stumbling backwards, "Have fun with your new mistress, Jess! Maybe she can finish your tattoos for you as well!"

"I- let me make it up to you." Anthony's hands landed back on her waist as he stepped forward, crowding her against the kitchen counter, his thighs bracketing one of hers, his hips rolling against her.

"We still had sex yesterday." She scoffed, trying to look unaffected.

"Oh, not my favourite kind, babe." It was pressed against her neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin there, "Not your favourite kind either."

Kate could feel her eyes closing, feel her body relaxing against his and-

"Nope!" She said quickly, darting around to the other side of the island bench. "You're trying to trick me!"

Anthony let out a whine, looking like a petulant child, "Please, Kate! I've been away for a week!"

"Well, you should have thought about that before you let a woman maim you!" She jabbed her finger at the silver barbell shining through his nipple.

"She was a licensed piercer." He sighed, "I didn't realised you felt this strongly about it other wise I never would have done it. I thought you'd think it was hot."

"Oh that's the worst part!" Kate snapped, realising how ridiculous she sounded, "It is insanely hot! Piercing your dick would be the only thing hotter than that."

"So you're mad that I look hot?"

"I'm mad that this was supposed to be a body by Kate!" She sighed, "I like being the person who helps you become the person you want to be. I like that my signature's all over you."

It dawned over his face, his lips parting in surprise, his eyes widening, "Oh."

"Yeah, Oh!"

Anthony reached forward, wrapping his arms around her waist again, tugging her against his chest, "I'm sorry, I didn't think about it like that and I love that this is something we do together. We can... take it out and you can redo it!"

Kate rolled her eyes, relaxing against him, "No, don't be stupid. I hate to say this... but she did a good job."

"Almost sounds like a compliment."

"Don't push it." Kate sighed, stepping back, "Besides, you're not a barbell nipple guy. You're a captive bead ring guy, where the bead is a tiny diamond."

Anthony's head shot up, "I actually- I like that."

"I know, I'm a fucking genius. This is why you should only let me touch you." Kate tossed her hair.

"I've learned my lesson." He let it settle for a minute before he cleared his throat, "Do you... really think I'd look good with a dick piercing?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow." Kate said quickly, "Now... you promised to make this up to me."

Anthony dropped to his knees with a loud groan, "Yes, Ma'am."

#lavender haze au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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this-is-mycrisis · 1 year

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Lockwood Pays Attention

Summary: Some of Lockwood's observations on Lucy after seeing her with a migraine. Starring George still being an icon and Lockwood being an oblivious lovesick fool...

Word count: 753

Trigger warnings: migraine mention, symptoms of migraine/migraine triggers, brief food mention. Let me know if I missed anything

Let me know how you like it, likes and re-blogs apppreciated!

In the weeks following Lucy’s migraine, Lockwood was extra observant and attentive. He thought he was being subtle. And while Lucy didn’t notice, George certainly did. If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood didn’t do well it was subtlety, which meant that Lucy was just as oblivious to the mutual feelings between the two. It wasn’t that Lockwood was hovering over her, but he checked in on her more often than usual, he always made sure to ask if she’d had enough during meal times, if she seemed spacey he asked if she needed to take a break. George wouldn’t deny being more affectionate with her either, in his own way, but it was nothing compared to Lockwood.

Good god George just wanted them to kiss and be done with it already. Mostly so Lockwood would stop hovering over his shoulder whenever he cooked.

“Would you knock it off? There is nothing wrong with my food!” George had spent the last few days batting the taller boy away from whatever pot was simmering on the stove and he was getting very tired of it. “Its my nan’s recipe and if you ruin it I won’t cook for you ever again-” “I didn’t say there was anything wrong with it, I’m just curious if the amount of salt might give Luce a headache.”

George let his head flop back dramatically. That’s what this is all about. “Well, for your information, Lucy happened to tell me that salt actually helps.” At that Lockwood whipped around, looking mildly offended, which didn’t make Geroge want to laugh at all. Nope, not one bit. “What? Why did she tell you and not me?”

“Because I asked if there was anything I could do to help or that I needed to change, since I’m the one who does the cooking. She said she likes salt and that it helps a headache before it’s a migraine and she asked if there was any cleaning agents that weren’t as smelly, because sometimes that alone is enough to give her one. And you are itching to write this down aren’t you?”

At least Lockwood had the decency to look taken aback by the accusation, but in reality yes, he did want to write it down. He had a little list going in a small notebook he kept on him of things he had noticed about Lucy’s headaches since the big one he and George had helped her through. He spent so much time looking at the list that he could visualize it without having to try hard; so far the list went a little something like this:

Sound- earplugs??

-sudden noises

-highpitched noises; screaming visitors are the worst

Too much sleep- lucy is nocturnal, survives on naps Cold- get a heater for her room; the cold makes her tense up

Peppermint? Potential allergy

And soon he would be adding a new page with things that could help Lucy, like tea and other hot drinks, salt apparently, and caffeine. The girl drank so much caffeine that it was almost cause for concern. Instead of telling all of this to George, who would undoubtedly poke fun and tell him that he was in love with Lucy, which he wasn’t-

Not that there was anything wrong with someone being in love with Lucy, she was very lovable. And he did love her in the you’re my family and I would die for you unquestioningly kind of way; which now that he thought about it could be misconstrued in a romantic sense, but he would also die for George without a second thought if it came down to it. Though he did put extra effort into making sure Lucy knew that he, and George, loved her. He wasn’t sure what happened before she came to London, but he knew enough to piece together that it wasn’t good and that she didn’t ever want to go back. And she seemed so starved for love, so sue him if he wanted to make sure she never felt that way when he had anything to say about it. Oh god. He did love Lucy. And he had been quiet for far too long and George was looking at him funny. So he scoffed. “No. I don’t want too write it down. I’m just concerned because one of my agents is suffering and I want to make sure that I am adequately prepared to help when necessary.” George cocked an eyebrow at that. “Mmmhmm sure, you keep telling yourself that.”

#crisis_speaks #shitpost #lockwood & co #lockwood and co headcannon #lockwood and co #locklyle #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #lockwood and co fanfiction

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purplesurveys · 10 months

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1.) What did you do last Friday night? Do you have any plans for the upcoming Friday night? Watched a few news features on the Titanic wreck submarine; played Rhythm Hive because apparently the game went through a major overhaul and looks and plays completely differently now; and spent nearly the entire rest of the evening watching both old and new Smosh videos because Anthony coming back is the best news that could’ve come out this week. 2.) When does spring break start for you? We don’t have that concept here as we don’t even have that season here.

3.) Do you have anything planned for June so far? The eventful part of my June is over now; I’ve seen Yoongi, been to Thailand, been to Malaysia, walked 15,000 steps for two weeks straight...the only thing left to do is to reclaim my time at home and rest up.

4.) What is the weather like right now? It’s a little warm this morning but I’m not dying. One thing I picked up from my Thailand trip is to never fucking complain about Philippine weather ever again LOL – I thought it was humid enough here, but the moment I stepped out of Bangkok’s airport I was slapped in the face with air that was like, twice, thrice as heavy. The daily weather made the Philippines suddenly feel like Antarctica.

5.) What song are you listening to? I’m not listening to music and rarely do so when I take surveys because I end up getting distracted and never finishing any of these.

6.) Name all the people that you talked to today. Online, through texts and in person. Mom, dad, sister, the Grab rider who did my McDo delivery at around 1 AM earlier. Oh I also talked to a work-related person this morning, but fortunately I’m not leading the event so I just went on Viber to answer a question she had.

7.) Do you know anyone who self-harms? I really hope I don’t; but at this stage in mine and my loved ones’ lives it’s great to see everyone flourishing and happy and as far as I know, the people that I know who used to do it don’t anymore.

8.) If you have a science class, who did you last talk to in that class? I haven’t been in a classroom since pre-pandemic 2020.

9.) What did you eat for lunch today? I’m having leftover kimbap from two weeks ago! I was struggling to find food in the fridge so I opened every single Tupperware we had in there only to find out that nobody has touched the kimbap I got :)))) Feeling pretty giddy ngl, it’s my favorite Korean food hehe.

10.) If you were president, which one would you legalise first: abortion, gay marriage or marijuana? Not in the choices, but divorce. Then abortion, then gay marriage, then I don’t really care for marijuana.

11.) What are your parents’ names and what do they do for a living? My mom’s an admin secretary in a hotel and my dad’s an executive sous chef.

12.) Do you have any siblings? What are their names, age and grade they are in? Don’t you think you’re being a little too nosy? Anyway, one is 23 and is already working; the other is 20 and a freshman in college.

13.) Do you know a schizophrenic person? I don’t.

14.) Do you have a threewords.me account? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that.

15.) Who were you last in a car with and where did you go? That was with Celeste and I was just taking her home because no driver was accepting her Grab booking.

16.) Aren’t you excited for the 4th season of Jersey Shore?! I was never an avid watcher. I watched a few episodes of the first season but I was 11 and immediately knew I wasn’t supposed to be watching something like it, lol.

17.) Did you ever watch Sailor Moon? If so, who is your favourite? No I don’t like anime.

18.) Have you seen the game show “Baggage”? Nope, haven’t heard of it.

19.) Name the last 3 people you kissed and list one nice thing about each one. I’ve only kissed one person but as for a nice thing about her, uh... she’s nice to her sisters? Idk.

20.) Have you ever had cranberry vodka? No. Sounds nasty.

21.) When was the last time you felt EXTREMELY depressed? Why is that? I go through low periods quite regularly, but if you wanna go with EXTREME depression then I’d have to take you back to late 2020 to early 2021. They were terrible days but I do fondly look back on that period as the moments before BTS dragged and hurled me into their world.

22.) Don’t you just want to move out of your parents’ home already? It’d be cool if I do but I’m not in a rush. The average pay here makes it impossible to have your own place in your 20s to early 30s anyway.

23.) Are you friends with a Conner? No, that’s an extremely foreign-sounding name where I’m from. The only Conners you’ll ever find here would be tourists.

24.) Would you ever dye your hair pink? Nah.

25.) Who was the last person to kiss your forehead? No clue.

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mylifeincinema · 2 years

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My Week(s) in Reviews: August 5, 2022

Oof... Sorry, folks. I swear I haven’t (entirely) given up on this blog, quite yet. (And I never plan to, either, so stick around/follow along, yeah?) It’s just that the second half of July was really devoid of any movies whatsoever for me, what with a busy work schedule and the Newport Folk Festival and all the editing/writing in its aftermath. I’ve now seen enough to make one of these posts worth it, though. So let’s do this...

Nope (Jordan Peele, 2022)

They had me at UFOs. The tone. The suspense. The cinematography. The emotional connection built within these characters with so little exposition. The editing. I mean, damn. Jordan Peele has already proven himself with Get Out and the first half of Us, but here he brings his assured style and control to a much more interesting narrative and totally nails it. Even through the at times questionable third act, Peele and his fantastic cast never lose grip of the story they’re trying to tell and turn what could’ve been a complete catastrophe into controlled chaos. - 9/10

The Gray Man (Anthony & Joe Russo, 2022)

This kind of hit the bullseye for what I was not only expecting, but hoping, to get from this project. Chris Evans is having fun, though I’ll admit that he could’ve been having significantly more fun. Ryan Gosling is always solid, and I frankly think he nailed this character’s jaded, worn-out attitude. Ana de Armas proves once again that she needs her own franchise. (#WeWantPaloma) And the Russo Brothers construct the action sequences beautifully, getting just lost enough within the craziness of the explosions and gun-play, without ever losing track of the thread leading us from each of these scenes to the next. With the familiar plotting and characters I do totally understand the criticisms about this one, but that doesn’t mean I agree with them. I had a lot of fun with this, even through the obvious sequel prep that derails the ending. - 8/10

Memory (Martin Campbell, 2022)

Really bad. Familiar plotting filled with familiar character types and twists and action sequences. Campbell’s better than this shit. Sadly, though, I no longer think Liam Neeson is. - 2.5/10

The Bob’s Burgers Movie (Loren Bouchard & Bernard Derriman, 2022)

I mean, it’s just like a triple episode of the show. What more did you expect? If you enjoy the show you’ll enjoy this. I was kinda hoping for a little more, and they didn’t need so many song & dance numbers, but I like how it explored some of the characters’ insecurities more than the show ever really has. The animation being so ‘dramatic’ took some getting used to, also, but it wasn’t different enough to keep me from getting into it all. Plus, the mystery was pretty obvious from the get-go. And there weren’t as many laugh-out-loud moments as most episodes tend to have. But who cares, right? It’s still Bob’s Burgers. - 7/10

Enjoy!

-Timothy Patrick Boyer.

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Lucifer Rewatch Liveblog: 1.05

I took my dog for a walk AND I ran OUTSIDE (which is much harder than on a treadmill) so I’m super tired and don’t know how coherent I’ll be. But I need a hyperfixation fix so let’s liveblog S1 ep 5 of Lucifer!

I have no fucking idea what episode this will be. Not the one where Maze meets Trixie because I know which ep that is. But could it be the ep where Dan meets Maze? :O

Let’s find out.

Oh I missed my blorbos over the past week. And I have a five day weekend thanks to holiday (today) and vacation (Monday and Tuesday) so lots of time for full Lucifer eps!

>>> ... Okay I have a vague memory of a designer shoe episode.

>>> "No sharp objects until we find out why." -- ROTFL Maze going full parent bodyguard mode there :P

>>> Really it's so boring that "reflection of your desires" always means sex. And always Hollywood thin women sleeping/wanting to sleep with Lucifer. You are a show about the devil. BE GAYER! (And not just gayer sex. I mean gayer everything! Give me more diverse desires!!)

>>> *snort* Dan always knows Lucifer's around before Chloe does.

>>> Dan: You need to stop hanging out with Lucifer. Chloe: Already did. Dan: *points at Lucifer behind her* Nope.

>>> Makes me giggle everytime lol

>>> Still so foreign to me for them to have a lieutenant/boss. In later seasons, you'd think Chloe and Dan (and Ella) just ran the department by themselves

>>> "I'll never get elected without support from the minority communities." -- Fairly certain that's never been obstacle before in becoming chief of police but okay.

>>> "My job's gonna totally get me killed." -- No, siding with Lucifer during an angel war to be the next God will, though. Sorry.

>>> Okay but I do adore that Chloe does in fact always drive. For the rest of the series. You know who didn't do that? Warehouse 13. And SUSPICIOUSLY Myka stopped driving when the show went from canon to those OOC and terrible videos written by fan wannabes. (And yes, I’m including S4 in there.)

>>> LMFAO!!! THAT'S WHY SHE SLAPPED HIM??? I've seen it in fanvids and had no memory of its canon occurrence.

>>> "So you want to feel new things?" *slap* - fucking hilarious. I'm dying.

>>> Okay I'm pretty sure the pig dies. :( RIP Pig Diddy.

>>> The only memory I have of a cop bar isin fanfic. But it was S1/early S2 era fanfic, so this is probably where the author pulled that from.

>>> Anthony Paolucci? No, no, no. That's Jack from Prue's old auction firm. #Charmed

>>> Is this the first time they said Malcolm Graham's name in the show? Does this mean we’re out of the character introduction stage and into the season plot stage? Always a good transition for a show.

>>> (Like both stages are super important. I’m not knocking the character introductions. It’s also just really fun to watch the show leave the intros and start walking on its own two feet.)

>>> "On behalf of myself and only myself, I think you're a sack of ass." *punch* -- He’s actually speaking for me too here. *shouts* Punch him harder, Lucifer!

>>> Oh Maze sends Amenadiel over to Linda? Well, then she really only has herself to blame for them sleeping together in S3, doesn't she? lol :P

>>> "I know Krav Maga!" -- LOL Okay Linda. I'm sure a bad guy would be real scared by you shouting that.

>>> "I have a key." ... "Yeah, let me start over." -- Yeah maybe you should there, Amenadiel LOL God I love his early days of pretending to be human. He's so bad at it!

>>> “Jealous of a mortal woman?" -- Maze, honey, you're jealous of a lot of people, so yeah probably.

>>> Ugh, I was so close about this being the episode where Dan meets Maze. They bumped shoulders but alas, no more.

>>> "Chloe is the mother of my child" -- I mean, she's also just Chloe who deserves not to get hurt/killed on her own merit but whatever. I'll blame the writers for that one.

>>> "Quite condescending if you ask me." -- Yeah, me too, Lucifer.

>>> "Act like a child, get treated like a child." / "Isn't it illegal to leave your child locked in a car?" -- ROTFL that was fantastic, both Chloe locking him in the car and Lucifer’s immediate follow up retort. Absolutely no hesitation from him. Love it.

>>> Is that a granny square door curtain? What weight yarn did they use? Surely it had to be weight 3 or lighter, right? Weight 4 would be too heavy to hang in a doorway. It would stretch too much.

>>> Yellow Viper -- Hold on the ending of this episode is coming back to me now. Isn't he helping kids get out of the gang now? Or was there a double twist with him? It was something like that.

>>> Yep. RIP Pig Diddy. :/

>>> "They really don't make bad guys like they used to." -- He means that literally, Chloe. He’s had every bad guy (and every person who simply felt guilty for something) in Hell with him since the beginning of time.

>>> "A fluid exchange." -- LMFAO Amenadiel, you really have no idea what words are coming out of your mouth, do you? ROTFL

>>> "If there's one thing the Devil knows it's that people need to take responsibility for their own bad behavior." -- Yet another blatant statement of what the end game is.

>>> "Yes, people do need to take responsibility for their own bad behavior." -- And that's the journey we take to get to the end game, and Lucifer not grasping Chloe’s implications there is why that’s the series journey.

>>> OMG there was a parallel 'Chloe shoves Lucifer down and lies on top of him' scene to the S1 finale’s 'Chloe shoves Maze down and lies on top of her' scene?? I had no memory of that, but of course that was a parallel. Everything in this show is a parallel.

>>> "Your bartender's a ninja? Of course, she is." / "Yeah." (casual and smiling)

>>> "Ass saved. You're welcome -- his ass. Not yours." -- Just give it a few more months to a year, Maze. You'll be blowing up cars on Chloe's behalf.

>>> GOD, they really do have some juicy Chloe/Lucifer conversations in S1, don't they? 'Addicted to creating chaos and seeing where the chips lay' -- which Lucifer obviously didn't like but he could laugh it off and then Chloe came for the jugular: "It's like you have a god complex." OOPH! That one hit Lucifer hard. That was both meaty and juicy. Delicious.

>>> "I saw your Marine tattoo." and thus knew exactly what it meant. AND YET, neither you nor Lucifer noticed the scar being badly hidden by Pierce's Marine tattoo and so didn’t realize he was CAIN????

>>> (admittedly, Chloe had no possible way of knowing that in S3, but I'm still blaming her and everyone else for Cain.)

>>> I abhor Cain

>>> THREE! Chloe has played Lucifer THREE separate times now and he still hasn't learned ROTFL. Like ‘oh yeah, I’m totally interested in having sex with you -- SIKE! and it gets him everytime!!! #dumdum

>>> Also, good for her for leaving him there! lol

>>> Maze is now stalking Chloe. Debates killing her. Imagines about 13 different ways she could do it without making a sound (and another dozen that are messier and rougher that would let Maze vent some of her anger) -- and then leaves without harming a hair on Chloe's head. God, I love Maze.

>>> Also cool that that's the first time we get to see her demon face. I like her demon face a lot.

Good shit! Good shit! Good shit! S1 is way better than my first impression of it was. Like, it's still ranked fifth when ordering the six seasons by favorite. But it's fifth favorite now instead of second least liked!

Be prepared for more liveblogs over the next few days since I'm on a long weekend! Catch you next time!

#I also need a break from Dreamlight Valley because I burned through the star path and the Easter event doesn't start until tomorrow #and I'm not touching Nala's next quest until I have confirmation that the bug is fixed #because I am not getting a mustache stuck on my character's face. I will lose my mind (negative)#Amber watches Lucifer #OMFG I"M SO ANNOYED AT TUMBLR!!!!#I can't figure out how to make line breaks in a bullet list stick so I'm crafting my own version of bullet points with >>>#and the quote block to try and make this list of thoughts more readable #it turned out ugly as fuck!#but it is more readable with the line breaks #ugh

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The evil part of me that wishes that Penelope gets a handsome suitor and Colin is like 😡😡 while Anthony and Benedict are like 🥲🥲 watching him struggle.

Oh that's not evil, that's completely normal and the whole fandom supports Penelope dating before marrying Colin.

Anthony and Benedict trolling Colin will always be my favorite form of karma and I cannot lie.

The thing is that I'm pretty sure Penelope was marked as a Bridgerton practically since her first season. I mean. It's cannon in the books that Penelope is not ugly. Or without a dowry (in the books at least). You mean to tell me that in 8 years not one suitor ever looked at the cute redhead who happened to be the only nice Featherington and wanted to marry her?.

It's just too much of a coincidence that Penelope started hanging out with the Bridgertons at a very young age and suddenly there were no suitors to be found.

I'm pretty sure this is Anthony and Benedict's doing. They Ship Polin.

They knew Colin would eventually end up with Penelope so in a half ass attempt at being wingman, anytime someone came around sniffing about Penelope, they were like 'Ahh nope, she's practically our sister anyway, begone pest' and people just took it as a done deal that Penelope was going to marry into the Bridgerton family.

I imagine people speculating about which Bridgerton brother she had an understanding with, until Kate and Sophie came along and the ton just took it as a done deal that Penelope was waiting for Colin to officially propose. Which is probably why Cressida made fun of her too.

Wouldn't it be funny if in Penelope's eyes she thought people felt pity for her because she was chubby and had cero suitors but in reality it was because all society thought she'd been waiting 8 years to make things official with Colin Bridgerton and the guy was always off traveling and flaunting his rakeish ways like an insensitive cad. I mean poor sweet girl. But at least his family has made it clear that Penelope was one of them, so nobody gets the wrong idea about Colin's honor (everyone has the wrong idea about Colin's honor).

I mean look at lady Danbury she keeps calling Colin 'your Bridgerton' to Penelope's face. Penelope might deny it but seriously, she's been joined at the hip with his sister since her first season, she's practically the only unmarried young lady who consistently has tea with his family in their home every week, for 8 years and either he or his brothers dance with her at least once in every ball.

and you mean to tell me that NOBODY got the wrong idea??

I can imagine some suitor asking around 'hey and what about her, the cute shy redhead' and people around him immediately shaking their heads 'Oh that one is taken already by one of the Bridgerton boys, you can attempt to ask her to dance if you want, but trust me, either the Viscount or one of his siblings will stop you, that family is very protective' and the suitor just giving up right there after seeing Penelope surrounded by Bridgertons.

I personally think that Penelope's lack of handsome suitors was a side effect of hanging out so much with the Bridgertons. People kept getting the wrong idea and the Bridgertons did not correct them. I mean Colin might have said he's not marrying Penelope in private with his brothers, but I highly doubt he'd ever dare to say that in public. Likewise the rest of the siblings would never outright say that Penelope is not marrying Colin. So without an outright denial from the Bridgertons, even if Penelope did deny it, people would have thought that she indeed had an understanding with Colin and was just letting him sow his wild oats before they got married.

one of my biggest conspiracy theories in this fandom is that Anthony wanted Penelope to be happy and also to see Colin suffer with Portia as a mother in law, so he intentionally kept Penelope's suitors at bay to give Colin a chance to realize his own feelings. And the rest of his siblings and their spouses followed his lead because they liked Penelope. (Except Eloise. Eloise just intentionally spooked Penelope's suitors because nobody was good enough, it had nothing to do with Colin.)

Colin and Penelope are so observant, but if there is a Bridgerton couple who would not noticing that people think they've been unofficially engaged for 8 years. It would probably be them.

#penelope x colin #polin #everyone ships polin #bridgerton #colin bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #penelope featherington

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Baby’s First Heartbreak

pairing: marvel cast x teen!fem!reader, Scarlett Johansson x reader, Elizabeth Olsen x reader

prompt: the youngest member of the marvel cast experiences her first breakup.

warnings: not much—crying, a break up.

A/n: Tom is 19 here because this is set during Civil War. He was such a baby omg🥺

You were always a firm believer in having hope. No matter what the situation was, you knew that you had to at least try before fully giving up. You were only 18, but it was the mindset you grew up with. You were taught to face things with bravery and confidence, you faced things head to head with all your might. Though some things never went the way you planned, you were still the ray of sunshine you were, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to learn and explore the world.

You had the same mindset going into your first relationship. Love was something you’ve always wanted to experience. Sure, you received it from your friends and family. But you wanted the different kind of love. The special one that was shared between two people. The one that made your heart skip a beat and made you breathless. Where staring into that special someone’s eyes felt like you were being transported into another world where it was just the two of you.

You’ve found that kind of love in a boy from your hometown. The two of you had been friends since pre-k, growing up along side each other, and being there for each other’s success and failures. You’ve known him all your life but the feelings didn’t come till sophomore year of high school. It all just clicked all of sudden; that one day where he said you looked cute in his jumper and the next moment you knew you were seeing him in a new light. Junior year, you were both beating around the bush; constantly pining over each other with longing stares and fingers always brushing against each other. Though you didn’t see him all the time due to your job as an actress. You spent half of the school year in your hometown and the rest at Atlanta. Of course he knew of your job and as much as he hated to see you go, he knew you were doing something that made you happy. So he spent as much time as he could with you before your time together came to an end. A few days prior to your flight to Atlanta, under the night sky of your backyard, he admitted his feelings for you. By senior year, the two of you had been dating for half a year. It had been the best moments of your life, you were in love and high on happiness, it was like nothing in life could ever go wrong.

Now here you were, in your trailer on the set of Captain America: Civil War, sobbing you eyes out. You knew loving could hurt, but not this much. You still felt your heart skip a beat, but it was clenching in heartache. You were still breathless, but because you’ve been trying to catch your breath after every sob that wracked your body. You felt broken. The boy you loved had ripped your heart out of your chest and threw it onto the floor, stomping on it till it stopped beating.

You hiccuped as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were nothing but a fool. A fool who had hope in something that was never going to work. You sniffled as you snatched tissues out of the box on your bathroom sink, dabbing the material onto your eyes and blowing your nose. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were puffy. A sigh of frustration releases from your body. There was no way you could walk onto set without people asking you what was wrong.

You debated asking your assistant to ask your designated makeup artist to do your makeup in your trailer, you didn’t want to be a bother. But your thumbs were already shamefully typing away the request on your phone. A few minutes later Eleanor, your makeup artist on set, arrives at your trailer with her supplies in hand.

She doesn’t directly question you, but she has the look of a concerned mother once she sees your face. You lie to her and tell her you weren’t having a good day and chalked it up to being homesick.

You dreaded going on set. You weren’t sure if you could face anyone without bursting into tears. The moment you felt like you were okay, your heart would clench, reminding you of the ache it was feeling.

You were in your costume, sitting on the sidelines of the set while you rehearsed your lines. The dialogue from the script acted as a distraction from the current pain you were feeling. The tears had stopped but your eyes felt dry, making you blink multiple times to keep them wet.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You look up and meet the stunning blue eyes of Chris Evans. That typical goofy smile of his was etched onto his features. Usually you would reciprocate that smile, but today you just couldn’t find it in your heart to do so. His smile falters when he sees your face.

“Morning.” You greet him, forcing a smile. Concern shadows on his face as he shifts a bit closer to you. “You alright?” He asks, eyes softening at you. Being the youngest of all the Avengers cast members, everyone had a soft side for you. Especially Chris, who saw you as a daughter.

“Y-yeah, I’ve just got—allergies.” You lied, another fake smile forcing itself onto your lips.

“Well have you taken something to help your allergies? Do you need Allegra? Claritin or something?” He looked around ready to call one of the runners on set to get you some meds.

“No! I took some already, a few minutes ago! It probably hasn’t kicked in yet.” You tell him. He eyes you reluctantly, not knowing if he should believe you. He decides to let it pass and nods, “Ok, tell me if you need anything though.”

You hum in response and tilt your head down back to your script.

The day goes on and everyone had caught on to your lack of—being you. The infamous smile everyone knew you by was barely on your face. You didn’t crack jokes with Anthony or share a giggle with Elizabeth. Instead you were quiet, a frown was on your face as you stared blankly at the floor. You didn’t interact with anybody, keeping to yourself and walking off set whenever one of the Russos called cut.

Anthony and Sebastian watched as you walked off the set. You have all finished a sequence of the airport scene and the Russos had given everyone a break while they rewatched the scenes they shot. Anthony’s brows furrowed while he watched your figure go further and further away. He had tried to cheer you up, telling you a joke about how Seb’s arm lube kept leaking out his fake arm. Your response was nothing but a fake laugh—it wasn’t even a fake laugh, more like a huff of laughter.

“She didn’t laugh at my joke.” Anthony thought aloud. Sebastian quirked an eye at his friend, “Does she have to laugh at all your jokes?”

“No, but even if I tell her a corny ass joke, she’ll still laugh at it.” He expressed, throwing his arms up. Sebastian’s lip pouted as he thought back to your behavior on set. You were acting unusual. He turns to Tom (Holland) and asks, “Hey, has (y/n) said anything to you? Like anything bothering her?”

The Brit shakes his head, “Um, nope. Besides filming, I haven’t spoken to her today.”

Anthony crosses his arms, approaching Tom, “Have you tried speaking to her? We’ve been trying to figure out what’s been going on with her today and you’re the closest to her age here.”

“I—I tried to talk to her, but she didn’t seem in a talking mood. I thought I was bothering her so I just stopped.” Tom answered. He gestures to the direction of the trailers, “I could check up on her right now? Maybe I’ll get her one of her favorite snacks from crafties, it might cheer her up.”

Half of a smile makes it way onto Sebastian’s face at the boy’s efforts. Though you were clearly upset and he felt like they were all prodding at your privacy. “Maybe we should give her some time alone.”

Tom frowns at the older man, “But (y/n)’s upset. Shouldn’t we do something?” Anthony agrees with Tom and looks at Sebastian.

Seb raises his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying—maybe she wants to be alone. She went back to her trailer away from everybody. She probably doesn’t want us shoving our noses into her business, we should respect that.”

Chris joins the group along with Scarlett and Elizabeth. He had overhead the group talking and urged the two ladies to join him in on the conversation.

“You guys talking about (y/n)?” Chris asks, hands on his waist.

“Yeah, Seb says we should leave her be.” Anthony fills him in.

“She told me she had allergies.” Chris starts. “She’s an amazing actress, but kid’s gotta work on the lying.” He finishes. Elizabeth and Scarlett glance at each other.

“Well has anyone talked to her at all today? Besides Chris?” Elizabeth asked the group. Everyone shakes their head. Elizabeth sighs while looking around at anyone else who could’ve talked to you. She spots Eleanor hanging along the sides with her makeup belt on, ready for touch ups. Elizabeth calls her over. Eleanor has her brush ready to powder her down, but Elizabeth politely declines.

“You do (y/n)‘s makeup right?”

Eleanor nods, “Yeah, I do.”

“How was she this morning? We’re just a bit concerned since she’s been acting different today.” Eleanor sighs, knowing if she told them it would be an invasion of your privacy. Although, they were all concerned for you and so was she.

“I got a text from her assistant telling me to do her makeup in her trailer today.” She began. “I walked in and her eyes were red, cheeks puffy—“

Chris apologizes and interrupts her, “Because of allergies?”

Eleanor shakes her head, “No, she never mentioned anything about allergies. But she looked like she’s been crying. She was wiping her face when I arrived.”

“Did she give you a reason for why she was crying?” Scarlett questions her.

“She told me she was feeling homesick.” Eleanor answered. Scarlett turned to Chris and shared a look. Elizabeth thanks Eleanor then turns back to the group.

“We need to check up on her.” Anthony says. All the men nodded and began to make their way to your trailer. Suddenly, they were stopped by Scarlett and Elizabeth.

“But (y/n)—“ Tom said pointing to the trailers. Scarlett shakes her head, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Lizzie and I will go. You guys are gonna overwhelm her with all your questions.” Scarlett insists, much to the men’s dismay. They wanted to be there for you, but maybe a mother figure might help you open up with what’s bothering you. They agree and let the two women go to your trailer. Before they can get to you, they get some snacks from crafties for you.

As soon as you shut the trailer’s door behind you, the tears welled up in your eyes again. It only took a matter of seconds until they fell from your eyes and down your cheeks. You heard some people walk by outside and cover your mouth to muffle the whimpers that came out your mouth. You slid down the door and shoved your head into your hands. You leaned forward against your knees as you cried into your arms. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, anger; you were feeling so many things and the only way to let them all out seemed to be crying.

They heard your cries from behind the door. Scarlett sends Elizabeth an alarmed look as she rushes up to your door. She knocked on it repeatedly, causing you to jump from behind the door. Your cries come to a stop while you try to wipe away the tears as best as you can.

“(Y/n), honey, please open the door.” You hear Scarlett say. You remain silent, getting up and dusting your legs off. You stare at the door, debating whether you should open it or not.

“(Y/n), everyone’s worried about you. We just want to help.” Another voice coaxes you behind the door. Elizabeth. “Please let us in.”

Outside, the two women had their ears pressed up against your trailer’s door. Scarlett tries to get you to open the door again, “It’s only me and Lizzie. I promise.”

There was some shuffling heard behind the door. The door pushes open slowly, making Scarlett and Elizabeth back away. A worried expression appears on Scarlett’s face once she sees you. She cups your cheeks, her thumbs gently swiping away some tears that fell from your eyes. The two of them shuffle inside your trailer. You burst out into tears once again when Scarlett wraps her arms around you. She moves you both to sit on the couch that was in your trailer. She lets you shove your head into the crook of her neck while her hands smoothed your hair. Elizabeth sits behind you rubbing circles onto your back. Your cries broke both their hearts. You were a fairly happy girl, to see you in such pain and heartache was hard to watch.

Scarlett rocks you back and forth, trying to calm you down by whispering comforting words into your ear. She presses a motherly kiss onto your forehead once she sees you start to calm down. Elizabeth waits patiently beside you waiting for when you’re ready to talk. When your whimpers turned into hiccups, Scarlett pulls your face away from her neck to look at you. She frowns when she sees your tear stained cheeks.

“Are you going to tell us what’s going on or are you going to keep bottling it up to yourself?” She asks you softly, tucking strands of your hair behind your ears. Elizabeth chimes in from behind you, “You know, sometimes it helps to tell others what’s bothering you. You don’t have to keep it to yourself, (y/n), you could talk to us.” She gathers your hair together, splitting it into two parts as she began to fish tail braid your hair.

You take a moment to compose yourself before eyeying the two women. You knew you could trust them. Scarlett was like your on-set mom and Lizzie was like one of your aunts. If you could tell anyone on set what was going on, it would be them.

“He broke up with me.” You confess, eyes trained on your lap. Lizzie’s fingers stop braiding your hair, “What?”

“Peyton, he broke up with me.” You whined, not wanting to say it again. You fiddle with your fingers while a tear falls to your lap.

“Oh honey.” Scarlett cooes pulling you back into her chest. You sniffle and wrap your arms around her torso. Silently crying into her shoulder.

“Did he give you a reason why?” Lizzie asks softly. You move away from Scarlett’s hold and lean against the couch with your knees to your chest. Lizzie wraps an arm around your shoulder for comfort.

You glanced at your phone that was on the coffee table, “H-he texted me earlier this morning. He said he couldn’t do the long distance thing anymore and that he has feelings for somebody else.”

Anger flashes in Scarlett’s eyes, “He broke up with you over a text message?” You nod in response.

“What a dick.” She mutters glaring at your phone. It’s quiet for a few minutes. Until you ask them, “Am I not worth trying for a long distance relationship?”

Lizzie shakes her head, “No, don’t you ever think that because you are.”

You sigh and throw your head back, “Then why did he break up with me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough?” Scarlett interrupts your questions by shushing you.

“There is not a damn thing wrong about you. Don’t you ever let a man, let alone a boy, make you question your worth.” Scarlett advises you a stern look on her face. “You are the most sweetest and loveliest girl I have ever met in my life. You’re kind, you care about the people around you—you even laugh at Anthony’s stupid jokes.”

Lizzie snorts beside you and squeezes your shoulder, “And his jokes are the worst.”

Scarlett continues, “You are a talented young woman already making it big in the movie industry and you did it all on your own. You are beautiful inside and out. You’re perfect, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why did he leave me?”

“Because he’s an idiot that doesn’t know your worth.” Lizzie answers resting her head on your shoulder. “I know it hurts now but these things happen for a reason. He wasn’t meant for you and you weren’t meant for him. Maybe somewhere in the future you guys will meet and try again. Or maybe you’ll move on with someone new. That’s just how it is. It may sound harsh, but it’s the truth.”

Scarlett nods at Lizzie, “Take it from me, I’ve been married twice. When it seems like you found that special person, sometimes it’ll all come crashing down. And it’s not an easy thing to go through. It’s full of pain, heartache, self doubt and a bunch of other heart wrenching things. But in the end you come out a stronger version of yourself.”

You stare at Scarlett, “How did you do it?”

Scarlett softly smiles at you, “Well, I had lots of friends who supported me every step of the way. But most importantly, I valued myself. I did things that made me happy and took care of myself mentally and physically.”

You bite your lip in thought as you stare at the ground.

“Listen to me.” Scarlett urges you, “You’re young, (y/n). You’re going to meet so many more people in the future that’ll bring you so much happiness and love in your life. Don’t beat yourself up over one boy who decided to leave you because he wasn’t committed for a long distance relationship. You’re going to be okay.” She assures you, cradling your face. Your lips form into a tight smile while you nod in response.

“You have us and the rest of the people outside of this trailer to support you. We’ll always have your back, whatever it is, I promise you that. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Lizzie promises you, taking your hand into hers. You hum and rest your head on her shoulder. You pull on Scarlett’s arm to join you and Lizzie. She chuckles and hugs you from behind.

“Thank you guys.” You whisper, genuinely grateful that you had them in your life. Lizzie pecks your temple, “Anytime darling.”

#marvel #marvel cast x reader #marvel cast x teen!reader #mcu #avengers #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagines #Scarlett Johansson #Scarlett Johansson x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #Tom Holland #Sebastian Stan #anthony mackie #tom holland x reader #sebastian stan x reader #anthony mackie x reader

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wenellyb · 3 years

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I don't know how to explain this but TFATWS reads a lot like “yes Sam and Bucky are romantically involved but this is not a romance so we won't delve into their relationship”.

If you think about it, in Marvel movies, the romance is not at the center of the plot. Even in solo movies, there is usually just one kiss, never more. And it the Avengers, there are usually no kissed between the couples.

I'm trying to stay away my shipper googles but even then, some scenes don't make sense to me. I love watching movies and TV shows and one thing I like is that dialogues are not put there randomly, the script has a meaning, the words have a meaning, and the scenes they decide to keep have a meaning.

And for some of the Sambucky scenes in TFATWS, I’m struggling to find any other meaning than “Sam and Bucky had feelings for eachother at some point”.

You can argue that jokes about the 2 partners being more than just friends is a recurring joke in a lot of buddy cop movies, but in those movies, it is usually a joke, just for laughs. The only scenes that would fall into that category in the FATWS are the rolling in the flower field scene and the therapy lesson scene where Sam and Bucky get so close that there legs are intertwined.

All the other scenes are so emotionally heavy it's difficult to categorize them as only fanservice, or two guys being friends. I'm not saying they aren't any emotional scenes in buddy cop movies, but usually the emotional scenes don't go as deep as what we've seen in the Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

I tried to look at all their scenes together and split them into different categories, and I stilll end up with some scenes that point to a relationship that goes beyond friendship between Sam and Bucky:

Scenes that fall into the fanservice category and there just for laughs:

The bickering about wizards and sorcerers in episode 2

The rolling in the flower field scene and the beginning of the therapy scene.

Sam asking Bucky to do something when the Dora Milaje are attacking John Walker in episode 4

Scenes that can be seen as purely friendship:

In episode 2:

Bucky deciding to follow Sam because I quote "he doesn't trust Redwing". What is that even supposed to mean? ... He probably meant I don't trust Redwing to protect Sam like he would.

Bucky standing up from the stack where he was sitting on, to go sit next to Sam when they were on the flight back from their mission.

Sam waiting for Bucky in the police station, even though they try to act as if they're not friends

Sam agreeing to go see Zemo with little to no protest

In episode 3:

Sam making sure Bucky is alright and asking him if he's ok

Sam touching Bucky's metal arm when he’s pretending to be the Winter Soldier

In episode 4:

Bucky saying "I'm going with you" when Sam says Karli wants to meet with him alone.

In episode 5:

The shield practice scene when they have a heart-to-heart talk in episode 5 about what the shield meant for Bucky and Bucky finally apologizing for the way he treated Sam and explaining how as a White man he couldn't possibly know what it would mean for Sam to be Captain America

Sam asking if Bucky is ready for some tough love.

Scenes that make no sense if we see their relations as just friendship:

In episode 2:

The therapist said she heard a lot about Sam, she wants Sam to stay for the therapy for I don't know what reason, she makes them do a couple exercise, and says it explicitly.

Why would the therapist say she heard a lot about about Sam, that she want to do a couples exercise with them? Those scenes alone are alright, but when you take them together it's quite interesting.

The couples therapy trope has been used in a lot of Buddy cop movies or TV shows, but usually they don't delve into sensitive topics like they did in TFATWS, the scene was so emotional for a few seconds, I forgot it was a Marvel show.

In episode 3:

When Bucky tells Sam he helped Zemo escape, Sam was furious, and couldn't stop yelling at Bucky about how insane his plan was, and Sam was right. But the moment Bucky looks him in the eyes and basically says, "please do it for me", Sam agrees right away... Excuse me what??? How does this make sense?

If my friends ask me to work with an international criminal who just escaped from prison, I wouldn't just stop arguing with them just because they looked at me with puppy eyes. I would continue to yell at them until the end of the mission. Sam was like, “ok, ok, I'll do it for you”? I'm sorry but that is not friendship only, it's something else.

In Episode 5:

Can we talk about Bucky's reaction when Torres arrived in Episode 5?? The annoyed face when Torres walks in and Bucky walking away right after that, without even saying goodbye? Torres is the sweetest soul on earth, how can anybody hate him? Why would Bucky not like him??? This scene make no sense unless they're trying to tell us that Bucky is jealous or something.

Bucky asking a favor to Ayo, when he's not in good terms with the Wakandans. I'm sorry but do you realize how heavy this scene is? Ayo, just told Bucky that he should lay low for a while, and Bucky understands that, but his first thought is "I need to get a gift from Sam" first. Nope nope nope, you can't tell me this is just friendship. Ok, maybe it is, but I don't understand this filming choice. Plotwise, Sam could have asked for a suit or new wings himself. I'm sure Sam is in very good terms with T'Challa and the Wakandans... What does it mean that Bucky was the one to ask for it as a gift to Sam, when Bucky was in a already in a difficult situation with the Wakandans due to him freeing Zemo.

Bucky touching Sam's waist to ask him to move when he starts helping him with the boat repair. And Bucky coming from behind to do so, giving us a very short but intimate scene.

Their conversation about Bucky staying over for the night: Bucky saying he doesn't want to make things weird with Sam and his family by staying over, and Sam saying how the people in the town are so open-minded. Why would they have that conversation if Sam and Bucky are only friends? Sarah knows about Bucky and his past, she know that he and Sam are friends (sort of), why would a friend staying over make things weird between him and his family? Why would Sam need to say that the people in this town are open-minded?

The video montage of them building the boat the day after. Anyone knows why they would show us that if they were only friends, and with THAT music choice?

The extra long handshake at the end of their training scene, when they kept holding hands and looking into eachother’s eyes while talking together, and Bucky basically says he'll be there for Sam whenever he needs him.

I’m sorry but it doesn’t seem to me that they are being portrayed as just friends

Usually in buddy cop movies/ TV Shows, there are always joke but in the FATWS, some scenes are so emotional that I feel like I'm missing something. Bucky has this whole passive agressive behavior with Sam and yet he's unable to let Sam go on a mission on his own. One thing I really can't understand is that Bucky always seems know where to find Sam, as if he had been keeping tabs on him.

So yes, there's definitely chemistry between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, due to their friendship but it’s not only that. The writers and director have made the choice to keep some scenes and some dialogues ambiguous.

In some of the scenes we can see that there's more to Bucky and Sam's story than we know.

And they're not the first Marvel couple to have a similar treatment: Wanda and Vision's relationships was very subtle at the beginning, same for Natasha and Bruce, we rarely see them together explicitly but we knew they had a relationship.

It's the same for Sam and Bucky, some of the scenes only make sense if there has been a romantic relationship between Sam and Bucky at some point.

To me it's really like Sam and Bucky are set up as a couple or at least two people who have been romantically involved in the past, but the show won't expand on that because this is a superhero show, not a romance.

In an action movie, you would see some couples, or people who are obviously in a relationship or hints that there is something going on between them, but rarely would you see a kiss, that’s what I feel is happening here.

Last point: if Sam and Bucky had kissed in Episode 5 after their talk, it wouldn't have been out of nowhere and it wouldn't have changed anything to the plot. That's how I know my theory isn't that far-fetched.

I would love to hear your thoughts about some or all of these scenes (especially the Torres one, that one is driving me crazy) and see what you think about it?

If you see their relationship being portrayed as pure friendship, I would like to know why. And would also love to hear how you guys interpret their other scenes together and if you have some different point of views about the scenes in the show.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws spoilers #I started this as a draft even before episode 5 aired but after episode 5 I'm even more confused #my posts

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Can we have some simmering spice for spicy Sunday please 🥺 I feel like we’ve never really had it for spicy Sunday, like maybe a snippet from after Kates birthday dinner at the restaurant? Or maybe them getting caught once they’re together ( I get the vibe they’d get caught a lot)

Hiii! For Spicy Sunday could we see some more of Simmering Anthony and Kate??

Hmmm

The Mary thing is happening next chapter, so I'm gonna save it, I think.

Let's see them a little further in the future.

At this point in their relationship, Kate liked to think she knew just about all of Anthony's moves. If you could call them that, she thought it was putting it a little strongly, personally. It was a little hard to imagine a man who'd once run away seconds after he'd started enthusiastically fingering you, as having anything close to moves. But regardless, she'd seen them all.

She'd seen him when he'd been an awkward teenager, and she had herself, winking at her awfully while he dropped bread rolls on her table even after she said We've already had our bread, thanks. And he'd shrugged while her father muttered CHRIST!

She'd seen him burn a hole in her back as she made her way around the kitchen, feeling his presence so keenly that eventually she dragged him by the back of the jacket into his office with a gasped Take off you fucking pants Anthony.

She'd seen the text messages, Can I come to yours? I promise I'll make you scream, Babe. So loudly people down the street will hear it. Heat settling low in her stomach until her breath shuddered as she typed out You have 15 minutes or I'm starting without you.

But today Anthony had chosen a different move as she planned Mother's day lunch for his mother and hers. Today, Anthony apparently planned on being absolutely no help at all.

That wasn't exactly true, he'd helped with the prep of course, his arm nudging hers as they worked in sync together in the kitchen they now shared. His hand had settled on her waist as he'd moved around the kitchen behind her. But he seemed determined to make himself present. Always taking a step at exactly the time she did, so she was forced to dance around him while he chuckled. And Kate knew exactly what he was doing. But she fells for it anyway.

The hair in her neck had been standing up for at least an hour as the heat in their kitchen rose and she became even more disgustingly aware of her boyfriend than she already was. Heat was simmering in the pit of her stomach, her cheeks flushed with it as her eyes tracked him across the room, humming as he finished his prep.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower before everyone gets here. Wanna join me?" His smile was almost predatory as he started tugging at the shirt covering his chest, his muscles rippling as it went over his head.

"Nope! I still have to finish up this... thing." She gestured vaguely at the raspberry sauce in the pan. "I'll go once you're done."

Anthony winked at her, "Sure thing, babe."

Truly, Kate had to resist the urge to stick her head the freezer as he walked away, desperately trying to calm down while he was gone. Unfortunately, for her raspberry sauce, and likely all their guests: kate's willpower had chosen this day to abandon her completely.

"Shower's free." Anthony said, sauntering into the kitchen, and Kate turned towards him instinctively and immediately wished she hadn't.

Anthony was leaning against the countertop completely naked, hair still wet, entire body gleaming with water that caught in the sun streaming through the glass windows giving him a startling shine, almost like a model, caught in a candid moment, his eyes burning at her, grinning brightly.

"I know what you're doing." Kate managed to gasp out, her eyes still roaming over him as he stepped towards her, flexing his muscles performatively.

"and what's that, Kate?" His voice was a low growl, eyes darkening as he stepped towards her, his fingers brushing her waist lightly.

"You're- You're trying to seduce me, shamelessly. When we don't have time. Everyone will be here in Fifteen minutes."

His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, one of his thighs sliding between hers his lips nipping at her ear. "Doesn't sound like I don't have time. Sounds like I have fifteen minutes."

A soft moan broke it's way free from Kate's throat, her eyes rolling back in her head as his fingers slipped into the pair of his boxers she was wearing, the first touch of his hand already too much, even before his other hand settled at her waist, his hips pinning her against the counter encouraging her to grind against his thigh.

"If we don't have time tell me no, Kate. Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop."

His hand was playing with the hem of her shirt now, his eyes questioning as she moaned desperately again, the heat rising in her cheeks far too quickly, nodding before she could think. "Please. Please don't stop, Anthony."

A soft groan dropped from Anthony's lips this time as his forehead fell against hers when her shirt fluttered to the ground, his hand tilting her chin upwards while he claimed her lips roughly, his tongue flicking against the roof of her mouth in time with his fingers curling against her, in time with the rough rock of his hips.

The sizzling of the stove was the only thing that broke the noise of their gasps drawn in tandem as his tongue moved over her chest, slowly making it's way back to her lips, bouncing off the white marble, the feel of Anthony's muscles flexing against her, and she fell over the edge, her sharp cry swallowed by his tongue.

Their was an awfully smug smile on Anthony's lips when he set her back on her feet, his tongue curling around his fingers with a satisfied hum, "Lovely."

Kate felt a pathetic noise leave her lips, her hands tugging him back against her chest, tugging the shorts down her legs. "We're not done."

Anthony's eyes darkened again as they met, tension crackling between them for a long moment as his entire body seemed poised to pounce.

And then he did, a feral growl ripped free for his chest as he darted forward, his lips claiming hers roughly in a searing kiss that made Kate's legs a little weak, his hands wandering all over her body, gripping and groping and tugging at her in his desperation.

Kate pushed lightly against his chest, creating a tiny amount of space between them, Anthony's eyes fluttering closed for a moment when she ducked her head, tugging on the tiny gold ring through his nipple with her teeth before she turned around, placing her hands on the edge of the countertop and pushing purposefully back against him with her hips.

Anthony's arms covered her instantly, tugging roughly at her waist until she wrapped her legs back around him, suspended by his arm around her hips, and her own hands on the counter.

The first snap of his hips sent her eyes rolling back in her head, sent a sharp cry from her lips, skittering across the marble, but Anthony gave her no time to recover. His pace was punishing, relentless, the noise of them moving together growing and growing, the smell of his soap and the sweat from her body mingling together in the air while his free and groped at her chest pushing the harder and faster.

Anthony's voice was a growl, barked across the room through clenched teeth, the movement of his heaving shoulders felt against her, the water from his chest sliding against her skin, sending goosebumps to her skin as it cooled.

That's it Kate. Fuck baby, Fuck! Look at you! Just fucking look at you! It's so good, Babe, you're always so fucking good for me aren't you?

Kate couldn't breathe, every one of their movements stole something from her chest until all she could do was gasp his name against him like it was the only thing in the entire world she remembered.

And everything shattered.

A scream tore from her chest leaving her throat raw, drowned out by a roar from Anthony as his hips thrust erratically and everything went still.

"Holy, Fucking Jesus!" Anthony gasped as he set her gently back on her feet, spinning her to press his lips lightly against hers.

Kate tried to roll her eyes, though her lungs were still burning. "Oh Please. As if that wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you propositioned me just before an innocent family gathering."

"Speaking of innocent family gatherings," Violet's voice through the door startled them both, clearly mortified at what she'd no doubt overheard. "If you could just dressed so we could all come inside and pretend we didn't hear that: that'd be nice!"

#simmering au #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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typical-simplelove · 2 years

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You Belong With Me -> Tyson Jost

Summary: Part Two to Babe (Taylor's Version)

Author's Note: After many comments asking for a part two, here it is! Although you don't have to read Babe (Taylor's Version), I highly recommend it. Much thanks to @2manytabsopen because they contributed to much of the outline of this fic. I hope you enjoy this, and let me know what you think!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: explicit!female reader; divorce; break-ups; mentions of sex; kind of proofread

“When a wedding invite says there’s a wedding registry, what does that mean?”

“You purchase something from the wedding registry for the couple,” Tyson’s mother explains, incredulously.

“Yeah, that’s what Kacey said, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Who’s getting married?” she questions.

“Mat,” Tyson answers, scrolling through the list. Tyson is 100% sure that Mat doesn’t want a single one of the gifts on the wedding registry, and you probably had to force Mat to even sit and aid in setting up the registry. He squints at the items and wonders why anyone would need any of the items. Like four sets of towels? Towels are towels. Why does someone need so many? Tyson gathers, though, that if he were engaged or married, then he’d understand why your wedding registry had four sets of towels on it.

“Oh, he’s settling down?” Tyson’s mother says, shocked. Tyson had the same response when he saw the Instagram announcement on your account—not Mat’s. “I always thought he’d be a bachelor until well into his thirties. I’m surprised he’s getting married before you.”

“Well, he’s getting married,” Tyson murmurs. “Even though she can do better than him.”

“Did you say something?”

“Nope,” Tyson answers, popping the p. Tyson liked you. He met you a few years back when you traveled to Vancouver for a summer. You were happy, bubbly, and light. You were a ray of sunshine, and the fact that someone like you was with someone like Mat, someone who could care less about your good nature, made Tyson’s blood boil. Tyson loved Mat, but anyone who knew you and Mat’s bachelor tendencies would be shocked as to why you were in a long-term relationship with Mat. “I have to go, but I’ll talk in a few days, yeah?”

Once Tyson and his mother get off the phone with his mother, he places a set of towels and teacups into his cart before sighing and closing his computer.

If you weren’t already with Mat, then Tyson could easily have fallen in love with you. He could fall in love with your smile, your laugh, your kindness, and your personality. He could shower you with flowers and chocolates and gifts. Tyson could so easily fall in love with you, but you were with Mat, so Tyson stopped himself. He knew better and knew that even an ounce of romantic emotion towards you would be terrible. That doesn’t mean, though, that doesn’t Tyson doesn’t hold you in the highest regard. You were one of the most amazing people Tyson has ever met, and you ending up with Mat seemed to be the universe being evil just for fun (and it’s not because he’s jealous of Mat, no).

Tyson sighs again. He guesses that the wedding really was happening.

. . .

"We're all shocked he did this, right?" Dante discreetly proclaims as he and Tyson join a group of Oliver, Noah, Anthony, and a few other friends. The entire group nods and murmurs in agreement.

"Poor girl," Anthony murmurs. They're all watching as you talk with other NHL wags as they shower you in compliments. You deserved all those compliments. You looked beautiful in your perfectly styled dress, hair, and makeup. You were stunning, and as the sunlight shone around you, you were just glowing. You deserved to be loved and treated like an absolute queen by a husband who would always put your first.

"Her sister came in all the way from London," Noah adds.

"All the way from London? Damn," Dante responds.

"Should we have said something to her?" Tyson asks. They all know the type of person Mat is, and they all know that you deserve so much better than Mat could give you.

"She wouldn't believe us, or Mat would go on a bullshit rant about how he's 'better' now," Anthony contradicts. "If this were anyone else, I'd say we should take bets on how long their marriage would last, but not her."

All the men nod in agreement.

"His poor wife," Tyson mutters.

As if sensing they were talking about him, Mat's eyes land on his friends. They don't notice him, though. They're too busy watching how happy and radiant you look. You should be having a wedding with someone who would always love you. They're thinking about how, just maybe, they could have stopped this and you'd have committed the rest of your life to someone who truly loved you.

. . .

Adjusting his hold on the bag, Tyson puts on his sunglasses and begins to walk to his car. Tyson’s mom has been hounding him to buy new suits, and after a long time of putting it off, Tyson finally went to purchase some new suits. He’s not really paying attention to anyone around him, but when he sees a familiar head of hair sitting at a table outside a coffee shop, he stops dead in his tracks. He calls out your name to this person.

“It is you,” Tyson says with a smile. You nod and smile. “Can I sit here?”

“Yeah, of course,” you respond.

“Is Mat around?” Tyson asks, oblivious to the end of your marriage.

You nearly choke on your meal as you give Tyson a curious look. “What?”

“Mat, your husband? Where is he?” Tyson clarifies, confused.

You furrow your eyebrows but say, “he didn’t fly in with me.” You’re confused. As close friends that Tyson and Mat were, you were shocked that Tyson didn’t know that you and Mat had been officially separated for the past eight months and were on route to getting a divorce. “No, he’s still on the island.”

“It’s funny seeing you here. Why didn’t you call that you were in town?”

“Um, I’ve been busy with a few things,” you lie. “My bad for forgetting to call you.”

Tyson was going to make a comment about how Mat could have told him you were in town, but he got a feeling that you didn’t want to talk about Mat which was so weird. As far as Tyson knew, you loved Mat, even if he didn’t deserve your love.

“How long are you in town for?”

You stifled a huge sigh as you said, “it’s up in the air right now, but we’ll see.” What you wanted to say was that you moved to Denver to get away from Mat and didn’t plan on returning to New York for a really long time. Why didn’t Tyson know about the end of your marriage? If Tyson wanted to be nice and not address the failure of your marriage, then wouldn’t he have not mentioned Mat at all?

“We should get together and hang out or something,” Tyson suggests.

“Yeah, definitely,” you agree, a stiff look on your face. “I, um, actually have to go, but I’ll definitely see you around.”

“Definitely,” Tyson agrees and watches you walk away from the coffee shop, dropping a full cup of coffee in the trash.

Why were you so quick to get out of there? Why were you so apprehensive to talk about Mat? Was everything okay between the two of you? Tyson should have known, considering Mat’s rap sheet, something could have gone awry. Now that Tyson thinks about it, he didn’t recall seeing your very shiny wedding rings reflected the very bright sunlight. Tyson’s face pales as he wonders, did Mat finally screw things up with you?

. . .

Once he got home from seeing you, Tyson immediately called Mat. It was beyond ridiculous the conversation that you and Tyson had, so he had to get to the bottom of it. Mat didn’t pick up his phone the first few times Tyson called, but Tyson was persistent. Mat wasn’t going to get away with it.

“What’s up, Tyson?” Mat says when he finally picks up the phone.

“I saw your wife today,” Tyson remarks, bitterly.

“Who?”

“Your wife, the person you married.”

“I’m not married,” Mat says, dryly. “At least not anymore.”

“What do you mean ‘not anymore’?”

“Wait, where did you see her? Are you in New York?”

“No, she’s in Denver.”

Mat snorts. “That must be where she went after the divorce.”

“You guys got a divorce?”

“Officially, no,” Mat clarifies. “We’re legally separated and are on our way to a legal divorce in a few months.”

“What happened?” Tyson asks.

“She left,” is all Mat says. “Look, I’ve gotta go, but we’ll talk soon and get dinner the next time you’re in New York.”

“Mat, wait,” Tyson attempts, but Mat already hung up the phone.

As far as Tyson was concerned, you were crazy in love with Mat. Your eyes lit up whenever you saw or talked to him, so when Mat said you left, Tyson knew that it couldn’t be the case. Tyson also knows the way that Mat is and is more than pretty sure that Mat has cheated on you since the moment your first started dating.

Tyson always trusted his friend; he had no reason not to trust Mat. For some reason, though, Tyson is pretty sure that Mat’s version of events of how his marriage ended isn’t really what happened.

. . .

After getting off the phone with Mat, Tyson is pacing around his apartment, trying to figure out who to call. He needs to know what really happened so he can (a) take care of you and (b) apologize for his words previously in the day. Tyson pulls at his curls as he groans in frustration. You didn’t need protection or someone to protect you. You were strong enough to handle it on your own, but Tyson still wanted to be there for you. Tyson had to be there and step in to help you.

Anthony. That’s who Tyson could call. If anything, you would have told Anthony the truth, or he’d know the full extent of the truth. Immediately, Tyson picks up the phone and dials his other New York friend.

“Hey, Tys,” Anthony says from the other side of the phone. “What’s up?”

“Mat’s marriage. What happened?” Tyson immediately asks, jumping right to the chase.

“What do you mean ‘what happened’? Their marriage ended like a year after the wedding ceremony ended.”

“Yeah, but what happened?”

“She left him,” Anthony states, blatantly. “There isn’t anything left for me to say.”

“Beau, come on. We both know she loved him to pieces, so something had to cause her to leave.”

“Tys,” Anthony sighs. “You know the way Mat is and how he was even before he met her. Mat was cheating on her since day one. Either, she didn’t know about it when they got engaged, or she chose to ignore it. Regardless, he cheated a lot, and I guess she couldn’t take it anymore.”

“That —” Tyson angrily breathes out. “I have to go, but thanks for letting me know.”

“Yeah, sure. Have you seen her? She told me she was planning on moving to Denver.”

“This morning, and I didn’t know they got divorced until I called Mat and asked about her.”

“She didn’t tell you? I can’t tell if that means she’s taking it well or hard.”

“I don’t know, but I have a few more phone calls to make.”

“Tyson, don’t do anything stupid,” Anthony warns.

“No promises,” Tyson states and hangs off the phone. He immediately dials Mat’s number and prays that Mat picks up.

“Hello again,” Mat says. “What can I do for you?”

“You cheated on her! That’s why she left you. She didn’t just leave you because she didn’t want to be married to you; she left because you cheated on her and have been cheating on her. What’s the matter with you? Why would you hurt someone so great and amazing as her?”

“Tyson, I’m not in the mood,” Mat sighs.

“She loved you with every fiber of her being, yet you ruined her life! She was absolutely in love with you. Why couldn’t you just love her and treat her the way she deserved? She’s one of the most amazing people on this planet, and you ruined her and hurt her.”

“Dude, why do you care so much?” Mat asks. Tyson despised Mat’s tone. It was almost as if Mat didn’t care. Mat’s voice was laced with annoyance but not at Tyson. No, he was annoyed at you. “She’s my ex, not yours.”

“You make me sick,” Tyson accuses and hangs up the phone. How could someone ever treat you like that? Tyson hates himself. He should have had the guts to tell you how Mat was and who he was as a person and partner.

Tyson only wishes he could go back and fix the way things were because maybe then he could be with you, and you wouldn’t have wasted your time on Mat.

. . .

Knocking on your door, Tyson really hoped you were home. He’s not sure what he could possibly say to you. Yeah, I’m sorry my best friend cheated on you, and we all knew that Mat didn’t deserve you and that your marriage would end this way, but I’m sorry. Tyson had to better figure out what to say to you because his job right now was to make yourself feel better.

“Hey, Tys,” you greet when you open the door. Tyson’s eyes go wide and blink a few times at the nickname. You rarely call him that, and when you do, the warm feeling deep in Tyson’s chest always erupts.

“Hey, I brought wine,” Tyson answers, holding up the bottle.

You laugh. “Ah, the way to my heart.”

Tyson’s face turns a deep crimson as you take the wine and welcome him into your apartment. “So, you live in Denver now?”

“Obviously,” you say and gesture to the apartment you live in. You’re reaching for wine glasses when Tyson notices that all your furniture is new. Mat must not have given you any of the furniture when you left.

“What brought you to Denver?”

“I got a job,” you reply and pour the wine into glasses.

“And I thought you moved for me,” Tyson teases as he graciously accepts the glass.

Your eyes look up at Tyson’s flirtatiously and say, “maybe you were a bit of an incentive.”

Tyson hides the blush behind a sip of wine. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you question.

He shrugs. “Everything.”

You snort. “You’re sorry for Mat cheating and the demise of my marriage?”

“Yes, no, I don’t know,” Tyson grumbles. “I should have told you about his ways and who he was. I could have stopped it all from happening.”

“Tyson, come on, that’s ridiculous. I was blinded by what I thought was love and should have known better.”

“Yeah, but—”

“No, stop, don’t even, okay?” you push. From there, you and Tyson sip your glasses of wine in comfortable silence. You can’t help but ponder what if Tyson warned you? What would have happened then?

“I always thought you could do better than Mat,” Tyson admits as he finishes off his glass of wine and many moments of silence.

You snort. “Yeah? And who did you imagine me with?”

“Me,” Tyson murmurs.

“Tys,” you whisper, and with that one nickname, you tore down every wall that Tyson ever built up. Although he tried not to fall for you, he fell for you the moment you walked into the summer lake house with Mat. The minute his eyes landed on your form and saw the glow of the sun around you, Tyson prayed that you were just a friend, but when Mat introduced you as his girlfriend, Tyson built up those walls to protect him and his friend (although said didn’t deserve that). When he saw you a few days ago, Tyson was shocked. He hasn’t seen you since the wedding. Tyson knew he couldn’t see you with a wedding ring on your finger that was from someone else and not him. And when Tyson heard about what Mat did? He went feral.

Tyson knows you don’t need a knight in shining armor to save you. You’re strong enough to carry your battles, but damn, Tyson wants nothing more than to protect you. He wants to hold you close and tell you everything was going to be okay.

“I’ve spent years telling myself that I never felt anything for you, but that was what I told myself because you were with Mat,” Tyson admits. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Tyson,” you say, not sure how to respond. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you and Tyson had something. Your relationship was far too familiar for it to be “Mat’s girlfriend” and “Mat’s best friend.” Assuming Tyson was innocently flirting with you, you returned the sentiment. The feeling it erupted in your stomach and heart, though, was a feeling that Mat could never give you and never gave you. His eyes, his smile, his laugh. Sometimes, in the quiet moments of the past few years, they’d play through your mind.

Tyson looks at you expectantly. He wasn’t expecting anything from you, but he had to tell you.

Your eyes met his, and suddenly, everything made sense. Your lips met halfway as they crashed on each other. Your hands went to his hair, and man, it’s so much softer than you ever imagined it could be. The last person you kissed was Mat, and at one point, you thought he would be the last one you’d ever kiss, but with Tyson’s lips on yours and his hands on your body, it feels right.

Almost instinctively, Tyson stands and lets you lead him to your bedroom. His lips never leave yours as if he could die if your lips separated. As he lowers you onto the bed, you can’t help but think everything felt right. Being with Tyson felt right. It all felt right with Tyson.

. . .

Tyson woke up the next morning in your empty bed. Your phone was still sitting on the nightstand, so Tyson was pretty sure that you didn’t leave him. That didn’t bring the disappointment Tyson felt, though, when the felt the cold of your pillow.

He runs his hands over his face as he tries to wake up. He still couldn’t believe that the previous night happened. Of all the times he thought about being with you, Tyson never imagined that it would actually happen.

Tyson only hoped that last night would be the start of something instead of the end.

Once Tyson is sufficiently awake and is ready to see you, he heads out into your kitchen. He looked for his shirt on your bedroom floor but couldn’t find it. You saw a lot more than his bare chest last night, so he doubted you’d mind if he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“Good morning,” you say when you hear Tyson’s footsteps. You turn around and hand him a cup of coffee.

“Good morning,” he murmurs as he graciously accepts the cup and notices you’re wearing his shirt. “Is my shirt comfy? I’m kind of cold.”

You smirk and rest your hand on Tyson’s heart. “Is that so? You feel warm, and your heart rate is stupid fast.”

“Oh, is it?” Tyson replies, a smirk overcoming his face as he rests the coffee cup on the counter. His hand goes on top of your hand on his heart. “Do you want to know what the cause of my heartbeat is?”

“Mm, what’s the cause?”

Tyson smiles as he rests his hands on your waist. His forehead goes on yours as he whispers, “you.”

“Me?” you say with enthusiasm.

“You, always you,” Tyson murmurs. “Since the moment I first saw you, you were the one who made my heart race. You’re still the one who makes my heart race. Even when you were with Mat, you—”

“Don’t say his name,” you instantly interrupt. “I don’t want anything to do with him.”

Tyson smiles. “Well, you belong with me, so whatever you want, I’ll do. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll be right here by your side.”

“You’ll wait for me?” you question, nervously.

“Forever,” he promises. “Because it’s you and me.”

“You and me,” you agree and seal the deal with a kiss. “Because you belong with me, too.”

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plaidstiel-wormstache · 3 years

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Louder

Hello all, I wrote this the other day (yes, I wrote something), hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1000 Genre: smut Character: RPF - Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie Warnings: adult theme Summary: With long friendships comes in-jokes, jokes that carry on through the years, but sometimes those jokes come back to bite you in the ass!

Chris was a great friend, I loved hanging out with him, loved flirting with him, loved riling him up and loved to see him flustered.

I was in my early twenties when I stayed with him for a week and overheard him watching porn. To be fair to him, I made a lot of noise coming into the tiny flat, slammed the door, kicked my shoes off, dropped my bag and all that was before I heard the moans. So I went about closed cupboards loudly, washing dishes and stacking cutlery, but nope. He was listening to a screamer!

I put my discman on and plugged it into my ears, made my dinner and was sitting on the couch when he came out of his room, thankfully from behind a closed door. He went bright red, not just a faint blush but the splotchy up his neck, his cheeks and into his hairline kind of red!

He was mortified.

I made a joke out of it. He nervously laughed, made himself dinner and went back into his room.

I didn’t see him till the next day. But the damage was done and he was in for a long term joke.

I pretended to choke on something on my last night while we were having dinner and when he came up behind me to give me the heimlich I moaned as he wrapped his arms around me.

Again, he went bright red, but I almost did die … of laughter! “Shut up! Like you never watch porn!” He spat at me, gathering up his bowl and heading for his room. “Not that loudly or obliviously!” I called after him. He turned around and hit me a filthy look, but I just smiled wickedly and moaned loud, reaching a hand down my front. “Fuck off!” He groaned as he slammed his door behind him.

Ten years later and the joke hadn’t stopped being funny. But he’d come to see the funny side and could laugh too.

I’d call him and wait for him to answer and start moaning down the line at him. I’d leave him a voice message on his home phone, once I even sent him a CD of it.

But he got me back! One day he was at a convention and on the day of his panel I was hoping to get him on stage, make him go beet red. Alas, it wasn’t the case.

“YNN, hey I’m about to—“ I was already moaning, breathy and wanton, then I heard another voice. “Get it girl!” Anthony’s voice called. I almost choked on my next breath, spluttering, I hung up. I was mortified. Then the thought that made me cringe crossed my mind - what if Seb heard too? My phone started ringing, Chris’s face appeared. “What?” I spat down the phone. It was just laughter. I hung up.

Sorry, I had to! Came the text message a moment later. I glared at the screen but typed out a response. I deserved that… I guess He began typing, the three little dots bobbing up and down, but I typed out another text and hit send before he could. Tell me he wasn’t listening … please don’t let him have heard. The three dots disappeared then came back for a brief moment before… He’s redder than a beetroot!

I tossed my phone to the end of the couch and went to the kitchen. My mind playing it back, composing the scene at the other end of the phone: Chris standing around, about to go on stage, talking with his friends, my call… I could see him putting me on speaker before I’d even had a chance to start. He’d look at Seb, at Mackie, then just guffaw as they responded. Seb in shock and disgust, Mackie into faux-shock then hysterics, slapping Chris’s shoulder.

I couldn’t get the image from my mind. A run. A run would clear it. Or I’d out run it. Either way. I left my phone at the end of the sofa and pulled on my sneakers before leaving my apartment.

The sting of embarrassment had worn off by the time I got back to my apartment, but I was still sore.

I busied myself with making dinner, washing up and cleaning the kitchen. I didn’t wanna see any more texts from Chris, or maybe even Mackie… god forbid Seb. But my cleaning in the kitchen led into the bedroom and by the time my lasagna came out of the oven I had forgotten all about my phone. I plonked down on the couch and put on the TV, kicking my feet up onto the coffee table. It wasn’t until the movie finished much later into the night (than I would’ve liked) that I looked around for my phone. 4 new messages, two from Chris, one from Mackie and a voice mail.

I opened Mackie’s first: ten years of that? Wonder he’s still alive! Then over to Chris’s messages… a series of well chosen emojis; laughing/crying faces, a couple of tongues, winks and an eggplant. Classy! I thought, rolling my eyes. I navigated over to the voice mail and dialed in to listen to it. It was Chris’s number, but he wasn’t speaking. As I listened it was a man’s heavy breathing, then there was a grunt.

My jaw dropped, he was playing the game! But this was hot. This was… Grunting and heavy breathing turned into a gutteral moan. My cheeks felt hot, my heart beat was hammering, and I’m not even ashamed to say my panties were wet. The breathing sped up, another moan, a low growl, the grunting picked up. Good Christ, I might come! Was one of the many thoughts flying through my head as I continued to listen to him climax.

I sat there as the voicemail woman listed options for me: “Press one to call back, press two to replay the message, press three to delete the message, press four to save the message.” I bit my lip and looked around the apartment to the bedroom door. I looked back down at the phone and pressed two, already heading for my room and the bedside draw that held a well-loved vibrator.

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earthchica · 3 years

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sweetheart ➝ part four

Chris Evans x Reader OFC! (Michaela Hayes)

Summary: in which Michaela unexpectedly falls for her friend, Chris despite being in a 'no strings attached' relationship with him.

Warning: ANGST ( argument 𐤟 confession 𐤟 cursing 𐤟 heartbroken 𐤟 a old fling )

Word Count: 1.5K

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PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

“Hey, Michaela!” I turn to see Brian approaching me and I can’t help but roll my eyes and try to force a smile.

Brian was a decent, sweet guy, been working with him for almost three years now but in the third year.

He’s become annoying, trying his hardest to impress me on the field or get my attention by doing the dumbest shit.

I’ve rejected him in the nicest way possible, even told him I wasn’t dating anyone at all and won't be for a while.

No one, not even me was gonna stop him from shooting his shot. I was thinking about changing my position.

“Hi, Brian” I replied, getting some documents from the table before walking towards my office.

He sidesteps into my path when I get to my door with a grin, “C’mon, Michaela. Don’t you have time to talk?”

I was about to say something but a familiar voice spoke. “Brian? You’re still acting like a little annoying creep after all these years”

I turned around and was surprised at who it was. Brian didn’t say anything, just moved out of my path and walked away.

“Oh my, Silas is that you?” I screamed excitedly, shuffled over towards me smoothly with his charming smile.

Silas Klein was my old partner, we worked together for five years until he got a job at one of the Precincts in New York City.

Silas and I became friends quickly, flirtatious friends to be exact. A year of being partners, we had a secret summer fling which didn't last long.

It was fun and I enjoyed myself with him besides Chris being first for putting it down, Silas was in second.

"The one and only, baby. Long time no see huh?" He says flirty, I couldn't help but feel my flirtation rising.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling away from the hug looking at him confused as hell.

“I’m just here visiting my folks and decided to see my old partner. How are you?” He asked, placing his hand on my lower back.

“I’m doing great, what about yourself,” I asked, motioning him to follow me into my office and take a seat on the couch.

“I’m good, still kicking ass and taking names.” He says with a shrug, making me giggle.

Still the same old badass, Silas.

“Hey, are you doing anything at the moment, I would love to take you out for lunch?” He asked curiously.

“Uh” I started, looking at my watch to see the time, luckily it was lunchtime and I had an hour break.

“Nope, it’s my lunch break now,” I said with a smile. Silas and I caught up on a lot of things with each other.

It was great seeing him again and it got me thinking maybe I could have some fun with him.

The best possible my feelings would go away.

Typically others would go to the club to hook up with a stranger or something but I couldn’t do that.

I made eye contact with the person I was looking for, Silas walked over towards me with this sexy, sensational smirk on his face.

Silas rested his hands on my waist and his lips came closer to my ears, and I could feel the warmth of his breath trailing on me.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked, taking my hand while his eyes lunged up and down my body.

"Sure" I answered, totally expected the night would end with us having sex together...which I may or may not regret later on.

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I woke up in an unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar bed, questioning why I was naked and then I saw who was in bed next to me.

My heart began doing backflips around my chest, I got out of the bed and gathered my clothes from the floor.

"Are you leaving me already?" Silas asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. I was startled for a second but quickly relaxed.

"Uh, yeah! Gotta do some stuff in the afternoon," I lied, turning my body towards him, looking up at his hazel green eyes.

"It's cool, love," He says, tickling me which made me giggle and playfully hit his hand away from my sides.

"Call me if you want to do this okay?" Silas says with a smile, kissing my cheek softly before going to my lips.

I, of course, did call him to do this again. We've been doing it for a week now, it started feeling good and fun but...

Slowly, I felt what I was doing was wrong, I don't know why maybe it was because I've been avoiding and lying to Chris.

CHRIS'S POV

"Thanks for helping me with this proposal Chris, I just have so many feelings for Amira that I want to express" Anthony explained.

"I know what you mean!" I said with a sigh, finishing the text I was about to send to my mom.

"Wait, you're in love with Amira too?" He asked in an aggressive tone. I shook my head with a slight laugh.

"No, you know who I'm in love with," I said, taking a sip of my beer, and an expression of relief came upon his face.

"Oh, damn right..my bad...why don't you just tell Michaela how you feel?" He asked with a grin.

"No! It doesn't matter if I did, nothing's gonna happen," I said with a shrug, looking down at my now empty beer.

"How are you so sure?" Anthony asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest curiously.

"I don't know, I think she just sees me as her best friend, and lately she's been avoiding me..so" I explained.

"It might be that she realizes she has feelings for you and doesn't know how to deal with them." He suggested.

"No, I highly doubt that's it," I said, getting up and throwing the bottle in the trash can.

"Look, Chris. Life is too short to keep things festering inside yourself, you should tell her before it's too late"

Maybe he was right. I have been keeping this in for a long time, I don't think I can hold it anymore.

"You're right Anthony...I'm gonna tell her... right now" I said with a smile of full-blown confidence.

"Good! Now go, man," He says, and I nodded, grabbing my jacket and leaving his apartment.

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I was trying to calm my nerves, walking up the stairs to the third floor but stopped mid-way when I heard her sweet voice.

Her door was wide open and she was wearing a robe while chatting to a tall, long-haired man with a tattoo on his left arm.

"Damn, Michaela baby. You know how to rock a man's world," He said with a grin and she giggled.

I couldn't believe she's been avoiding me to fuck another guy. I continued up the stairs shortly after they finished talking.

I locked eyes with him while passing him, he gave me a nod and the look in his eyes told me everything.

It was the same satisfied look I had whenever I left her apartment. I was never one to get jealous but I could feel it in the pit of my stomach.

I have every right to be mad, right?

I mean...for the past week, she's been lying to me and it hurts, it hurts like hell that she was seeing another guy.

I knocked on her door repeatedly until she opened the door with a look of irritation.

"Who the fuck-Chris, hey?" Michaela says, gives me a sweet smile that just makes my breaking heart flutter.

"Hey...can I come in...I think we need to talk," I said and she nodded, moving out of the way to let me in.

"What do you want to talk about?" She asked, closing the door, and turning her body towards me.

"Are you sleeping with someone else?" I asked, motioning to the door and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"What? No," Michaela says, fiddling with her hands. I was trying to keep it together but...

"There's no reason to lie, Michaela. Are you?" I asked with my eyebrows scrunched intensely.

"Maybe I am, I don't have to tell you anything, Chris. I'm not yours, did you forget the rules?" She asked, raising her voice.

"You know what fuck the rules, I don't think we shouldn't do this anymore," I said, placing my hand on my hips.

"Why because I slept with someone else that wasn't you?" She asks, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"No, it's because I'm in love with you and I'm starting to realize that this "no strings attached" was a mistake," I confessed.

"Chris, I-I don't see you in that way...I'm sorry" She says, not even looking me in the eyes.

I looked down to the floor and walked out, feeling the physical pain in my chest getting stronger with every step.

It hurt like hell but kept walking until I got inside of my apartment and found the first bottle of alcohol.

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mermaidsirennikita · 3 years

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bridgerton--the good, the bad, the ugly

The short of it: Bridgerton excellently captures the tone of Regency romance novels and offers a lot of escapism and great sex scenes, but could definitely use some serious work in terms of how it depicts race and it should have made some further alterations to the dated and flawed source material. Definitely loved a lot of it and am hotly anticipating the second season, but I want to see more work done and I HOPE that this encourages the adaptation of better (and less inherently flawed) romance novels.

Now for the longer take.

The Good

Bridgerton depicted sex and romance in a way that is totally different from anything I’ve seen in period dramas, for sure, but possibly different from anything I’ve seen on TV. The romance of it all was woven into almost every aspect of the show. There is the handsome and seemingly severe but extravagantly wealthy and sexually adept duke sweeping into town. The (multiple) rakes who just want to have fun while also being hot messes. The awakening of female sexuality and the copious use of the female gaze. (Note the pretty modest and minimal focus on female nudity, while we get plenty of lingering shots on Simon.). People want love! There is pretty minimal violence and perhaps the most physically violent scene involves Simon beating a man up because HE IMPEACHED DAPHNE’S HONOR~.

The sex scenes themselves focused on Daphne’s pleasure for the most part, and were probably among the best I’ve seen since Outlander in terms of chemistry, in terms of the visuals, in terms of focus on sex as an act of emotional connection and FUN. Yes, there was some Unlikely Vaginal Orgasming, but we also saw Simon tell Daphne about masturbation. On the wedding night, he was pretty clearly touching her to help her enjoy it. He ate her out... a good bit.

And aside from that, we got all of the grand speeches, the stolen glances and touches, an excellent buildup of sexual tension that led to some pretty hilarious moments.

I also really enjoyed many of the performances on this show. Rege-Jean and Phoebe had great chemistry and excellent back and forth. Jonathan was a GREAT Anthony. I would argue that as lackluster as I found his relationship with Siena (more on that in a minute) it largely existed as a way to set him up for his romance with Kate. He now has even more of a reason to be down with love, as opposed to solely relying on a kind of flimsy tragic backstory. Additionally, his overprotectiveness of Daphne added tension to the story and made him a source of comedic relief for me? I loved it. Give me disaster Anthony all day; can’t wait until he falls to the enemies to lovers trope just like Simon fell to his FLAW-FREE fake dating plan.

A lot of the changes I found were really good. Obviously, it was important that the show incorporated greater diversity (though they need way more). Benedict was INFINITELY more fun and interesting than he was in the novels, and acted as another standout for me. As much as I hate Portia Featherington, I think that the elevation of her to a proper villainess is probably necessary and Polly Walker excels at those types of roles, though they need to maybe have her be less like, actively racist. I adored the addition of Queen Charlotte; she was excellent comic relief. Lady Danbury’s expanded role and relationship to Simon was one of the best moves they made. It touched my entire soul.

Buuuut....

The Bad

The show needs to work on casting more men that are frankly on Rege-Jean’s level. It feels a bit awkward to see a guy that is by most people’s standards kind of stunning and then.... Colin looks twelve. Lord Philip is like... a farm guy. Get rid of the sideburns, we’re in romance novel territory.

In the same note, the girl who played Siena wasn’t a great actress and wasn’t super stunning, so even though I’m fine with her being a placeholder.... Eh. Go for better casting. The woman playing Madame Delacroix would’ve played that role so much better and I really enjoyed her dynamic with Benedict because she was just fun.

Frankly, I don’t know what the fuck they’re going to do to make me want to watch Penelope and Colin fall in love. Their book was already a bit basic--fun, but far from revolutionary. I don’t really get why they would receive attention similar to that of Kate and Anthony, basically. The issue is that Colin, again, looks and sound rather young and twerpy. It obviously wasn’t great for him to be tricked into raising another man’s child, but.... For fuck’s sake, how much would that have affected his life on a practical level. He’d never know unless he was told, thanks to the lack of DNA tests. He was marrying far out of his league in terms of attractiveness. He’s a rich white guy in England with a supportive family.

I really disliked the fact that Colin told Marina in his huffy little tantrum that he would have married her anyway--because would you have, buddy? Really? The thing is that Marina had no way of knowing that and her entire life (and the reputations of her cousins) was on the line. She didn’t know if she could trust Colin to keep her secret. They barely knew each other. He basically came off as a whiny child and I’m fine with him staying in Greece if that’s the plan.

Penelope was just... psychotic. And that was really disappointing, because I love Nicola and would love to have loved to see the fat girl get her sexy love story. But first off, lol, it wouldn’t have been sexy because Colin was miscast. Second, she basically tried to destroy Marina’s life and that of her sisters? And herself? Because Colin? Because Colin, a guy who hasn’t even shown any amount of attraction to her at this point? Her tears, her whining, it was all too much. Penelope was dealing with a crush and Marina was dealing with the real Grown Woman issues of a child out of wedlock and as it turned out a dead lover and they were not on equal footing.

I mean, Penelope could very well make a great villainess at this point, and if done well I’d embrace it. But I do not know how the fuck they can make me interested in her love story. And the idea of her basically being launched into villainy because she was this chubby white girl obsessively jealous of a beautiful black woman...... not a great look.

The show definitely needs to explore diversity in terms of sexuality too--I don’t think it’s correct to read Benedict as straight because he still seems to be open to exploring. Once he has more screentime, I think he could totally end up being bisexual, and it’s possible that the writers were trying to feel the audience out in terms of their receptiveness to taking a straight character who has a big straight love story in the books and making him LGBT+. Eloise could also easily be a lesbian, and I’d be thrilled to see that happen. They need to do something to expand the world, and if there are 8 Bridgerton kids, all of them being straight as an arrow seems SO unlikely.

The Ugly

Obviously, the rape scene was bad and should have been written out. Simon could have gotten caught up in the moment and blown up at Daphne after he accidentally didn’t pull out in time. Men.... accidentally don’t pull out in time... a lot. That’s how babies happen. It would’ve been believable, and due to our sympathies being with Simon largely, I don’t think he would have become irredeemable if he was more at fault than Daphne.

As it was, I will say that the scene was somewhat better than it played in the books because Simon was conscious and totally sober, and it was a bit? Confusing? That he didn’t just roll Daphne over and pull out? Because she wasn’t really clearly trying as hard as she was in the book to wrap her legs around him and hold him tight. But it remained a rape scene. The show also did a better job, I think, of establishing how fucked up it was that Simon took advantage of Daphne’s lack of knowledge. Whatever he said about thinking she knew what was up--he knew she didn’t even know about masturbation. He had to know she wouldn’t understand what pulling out meant. He did very clearly mislead her to think that he was sterile and therefore denied Daphne her ability to give informed consent. Did that justify what Daphne did? Nope. Two wrongs don’t make a right. But both of them did a fucked up thing and I think that we honestly could’ve stopped at Simon’s misleading.

The issue too is that this leads into a bigger problem the show had. It wanted to include diversity (yay!) but did not consider the total implications of what was happening (not yay). Daphne and Simon’s dynamic is inevitably influenced by the fact that she’s a white woman and he’s a black man, regardless of whatever handwaves happened. This influences the sexual assault and makes it even more messy.

Speaking of mess, I’m not sure what exactly would have fixed the “we don’t want this to be a colorblind casting” issue... but the explanation they came up with wasn’t good. Never mind that this makes everything SUPER confusing (racism is over like..... maybe 50 years MAX after Queen Charlotte’s marriage if we assume she was a teen when she married and is in her 60s now?) but Lady Danbury’s dialogue explaining this was HORRENDOUS. “One of them fell in love with one of us”. The implications are awful. I don’t know if perhaps setting back the integration of society centuries earlier would have helped? But this wasn’t it.

Additionally, the writers and casting directors didn’t seem to get that diversity is all well and good, but what about the fact that almost every black character has a light skin tone? Why are there so few black female characters? Why is Marina, the most prominent woc on the show, given the “pregnant and desperately trying to trick a man into marrying her until her jealous white cousin fucks her life up and she is humiliated into settling for a loveless match” plot? I desperately hope we see her next season, falling in love with Sir Phillip or perhaps having experienced a plot twist that gives her someone else... And she better not die. Eloise can find someone else if Marina really ends up with Sir Philip.

Ultimately, again, I really loved the show. But it needs to work on some things. I think that a lot of its issues can be addressed and fixed in a future season, and I HOPE they do that.

#bridgerton #but fuck polin for life lol

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