•Sirius black is an amazing artist
•You bet your ass he designed all his tattoos himself
•And you can bet your ass that Remus LOVES it
•But it’s so much more than just something Sirius happens to be good at, it makes him feel good about himself when he feels like he can’t do anything (or when his parents tell him he can’t do anything)
•It helps him focus, it’s a healthy escape
•When Remus is recovering from a full moon Sirius refuses to leave his side, but mostly Remus is asleep. So Sirius draws him. Draws his eyelashes, captures his freckles, he perfectly depicts gentle rays of light coming in from the windows and dancing over moonys face.
•(Also Sirius is really good at hands and he takes immense pride in this)
•But he has a sketchbook (from Mrs.Potter) full of his moony, with landscapes and animals and random doodles sprinkled in
•And after one particularly bad full moon, when Remus is propped amongst a mountain of pillows and Sirius is laying next to him, he shows Remus the drawings. Charcoal sketches of his hands gripping his sheets, watercolors of his eyes, and Remus runs his shaking fingertips over himself on the paper because god they’re so beautiful and god he’s in love with this boy
•"How long have you been doing this?” He asks, and Sirius is red and quietly describes sitting at his bedside and worrying so badly that he has to watch moonys chest rise and fall and sometimes even that isn’t enough to convince him he’s okay and he just draws him because he looks so peaceful (and he’s madly in love with him)
•And Remus lifts a bandaged hand, tucks Sirius’ hair behind his ear, pulls him close, and kisses him. And the thoughts of “oh my god does he think this is creepy what the fuck is wrong with me” explode into nothing because his lips are so soft and it’s better than either of them ever dreamed
•And Sirius expands his portfolio to include obscene depictions of James, and he starts to incorporate magic into his art to show his professors morphing into ugly monsters
•And then one day Remus is like, “you should paint a mural”
•And holy shit does sirius love that idea
•He fucking paints a mural in their dormroom of them all prancing around in animagus form and he enchants the scenery to change with the seasons and the house elves tell dumbledore and dumbledore is like “um holy shit this is amazing” and not only does he let them keep it up he asks Sirius to paint one in his office
•And he does
•It’s got a Phoenix and it shows the phases of the moon as it changes and he hides little pictures of different candies throughout it and it’s dope
Yoongi can’t believe that Namjoon talked him into doing this. Granted, it’s not a completely ridiculous unreasonable request but it’s just barely enough to let the weight of responsibility sink Yoongi back to the ground where he just wants to spend the rest of the evening. But of course, Namjoon did not allow it, practically forcing Yoongi to drive to this bakery and pick up some god awful pie that Yoongi is sure to hate himself so what is even the fucking point?
He glares at the bakery, the shop wedged in the middle of this relatively busy shopping, entertainment, downtown intersection, the cars whirling in the background as handfuls of people walk around him either with a purpose or serving as a pastime in order to communicate with friends. The shop is innocent enough—small with more than enough windows to see through into the interior of the store. He sees fall decorations hung up along the walls, in the glass displays showing off the collection of pies they sell, hanging from the ceiling. He doesn’t see anyone behind the cash rep counter, but the sign hanging against the window reads back OPEN.
He takes in a breath, reassures himself that this will just be a quick pick up, an easy in easy out sort of situation, hoping the worker wouldn’t gush about the upcoming holiday and autumn season just to try and lure some sort of conversation out of him given he’s always hated people like that, and nudges open the shop door. The bell overhead rings, immediately making an announcement to his presence as Yoongi remains rooted near the door frame.
For a moment, nothing happens and he has half a mind to walk out and make Namjoon deal with the issue, when there is a noise from the back kitchen. “I’ll be with you in a second!” A voice chimes through the air, light and soft that Yoongi almost feels his heart drop at the sound. There is another second that passes, before you emerge from the kitchen, apron with the company logo wrapped around your waist, your hair tied up into a bun, and a bright smile across your lips. “Hi there,” You greet, approaching the counter and staring at Yoongi. “What can I help you with today?”
BTS Reaction to: their S/O sending pictures of lingerie during their practice
Thank you to anon for the request!
***I do not own any of the gifs***
This boy almost wouldn’t be able to handle it when you sent him a few selfies of you in pretty black lace. He’d swallow passed the dryness forming in his throat, try to blink away the rush washing over him. His body would be jittery suddenly, squirming in his seat while Jimin sang in the booth before him. Something akin to embarrassment would paint his cheeks with roses, not that he didn’t love it when you teased him like this. He simply wasn’t used to your bold actions and it made him feel like his head was spinning whenever you pulled a stunt like this. The images would surely come as a surprise, catching him off guard especially in the middle of recording. Still, he wouldn’t deny that it ignited a fire in the pit of his stomach and made him much too eager to get home to you so he could love you down. He’d take a soft breath before texting back, the ghost of a smile burning amidst his flushing face.
“You look so beautiful! But you don’t have to send pics, I like it when you surprise me. I’ll be home soon.”
If you sent a picture to Yoongi during his practice, especially if he was in the middle of writing, you couldn’t expect a text back right away. The photo you blessed him with would be a lavish treat, one he would certainly want to reward you for, but he’s too level-headed and submerged in his work to tell you right away. He would glimpse at his phone when it lit up next to where he was scribbling lyrics, leaning back a little in his chair and allowing a chuckle to slip from the back of his throat. A smug smile lifted the corners of his lips as he licked them, taking his precious time drinking in the sight of you. After a moment, he’d lock his phone and set it back next to his work, face down this time. As much as he cherished every moment of your digital sensuality, he would need to finish whatever he was working on before allowing himself to indulge in you. But as soon as he could, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you just how appreciative he was.
“I love it so much when you send me texts like this. Fuck, I can’t stop staring at that photo. When I come home, why don’t you sit on my face and let me show you just how thankful I am for everything you do for me, baby?”
Hobi would be in the middle of going through a dance routine when he decided he needed to catch his breath. He’d be skimming through his phone, patting down his glowing face with a towel, when he’d spot your message in his notifications. Instantly his heart would race, eyes lighting up behind his lashes. A bright grin would overtake his face, heat crawling up his neck and nestling in his chubby cheeks when your picture filled up his screen. He’s the type to forget the nature of the picture and its intent to turn him on. Instead, he’d go straight to overly-affectionate boyfriend mode who cannot comprehend the beauty that was his significant other. He’d be so giddy, so amazed by you, so enraptured and smitten.
“Oh my god!! That’s my baby!! Holy shit you look so good, you’re breathtaking!! How did I get to be so damn lucky!! I cannot believe I have the most beautiful significant other in the entire universe!!” A plethora of heart emojis would be scattered between all of his sweet compliments, and he’d be beaming for the rest of the day.
Teasing Namjoon was all too fun, especially when you knew it would be at the most inconvenient times. The threat of punishment that always followed your teasing riled you up in ways you never failed to take advantage of. Namjoon was spending some time with the rap line, working on a new song for the upcoming comeback, when his phone buzzed in the pocket of his souvenir jacket. He ignored it at first, assuming that you had simply forgotten that he was at work and would retract into waiting for him as soon as you realized. However, when his phone buzzed not once, not twice, but three more times, he cleared his throat and glimpsed apologetically between Hoseok and Yoongi before meekly requesting for a short five-minute break. Standing up to take a step away from where they sat on the grass, he reeled out his phone and unlocked his messages only for blood to jolt south through his body.
Texting back at a ferocious speed with a clenched jaw and furrowed brows, he warned, “Princess, keep teasing daddy like this with that pretty lingerie and you’ll get punished when I’m done at work. But that’s what you want isn’t it? I know you love it when I spank you.”
Jimin would react
in one of two ways, depending on his mood that day. Some days he is the small,
shy mochi that blushes profusely at the smallest things, and other days he can
kill a man with just a quick side glance through his blonde fringe. More often
than not, he’d love the thrill of you sending explicit pictures during his
practices. The possibility of one of the other boys seeing you like that,
sprawled out on the sheets and sitting pretty for him, made his blood rush. Noticing his phone going off in his pocket, he’d slyly fish it from his tight jeans and keep it hidden beneath the table as he unlocked it. Nerves were tingling in spine as he squinted at the bright screen, only to inhale sharply and quickly lock his phone back up. Only Jungkook sitting next to him seemed to notice his strange behavior, nudging his arm a little. Politely excusing himself with a nod of his head, he’d step out, legs feeling heavy beneath the weight of his arousal, dark lashes fluttering on his flushing cheeks.
sweet baby. I can’t wait to come home and push those pretty panties to the side
so I can taste you. Would you like that? My tongue on you for hours?”
Taehyung is an absolute tease himself, so moments like these where you teased him were dangerous. He always found a way to bite back with ten times the suffering. It was during a water break mid-dance practice that he picked up his phone from the floor, mindlessly swiping through the messages until your contact name sparked his curiosity. The small picture preview seemed promising, and he was quick to unlock his cell, eyes trained on the device while he tilted his water bottle and gulped down the refreshment. Once loaded, he choked, spluttering on water and eagerly zooming in to see every detail of your body presented to him through the text. Nervous eyes scattered around the room, ensuring that none of the other boys would notice his disappearance. His fingers clutched his water bottle too tight, choking the plastic the way his jeans were his hardening dick, as he pushed into a stall in the nearest bathroom and locked himself in. It took him a few tries to get his jeans unbuttoned with how his hand was shaking with excitement. His lower abdomen was exposed, fine lines chiseling his body, free hand snaked beneath the confines of his clothes. He wanted to show just enough to make your stomach flip, to dangle the threat of pleasure just out of your reach.
“Oh sweetheart, you look SO stunning in that red lace. Had to sneak away from the boys and find a little relief. You’d better still be wearing that when I get home.”
Jungkook can be pretty cocky, so whenever you would send him pictures like that, he wouldn’t hesitate to save them. He probably has an entire private folder on his phone just for pictures of you, the ones that make him bite his lip and clench his jaw and breathe a little heavier. Whenever you send them to him, doesn’t matter when, he feels his ego boost ten fold. He would be fiddling around on his phone during practice while Tae and Jimin worked out a part of the chorus together when your name popped up on his screen, already painting a bright smile on his face. That smile would falter and muddle into a sly smirk at the sight before him, the boy quick to hit the save button and wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. While the others worked, he’d continue to savor the image, letting it burn into the back of his eyelids so that all he’d have to do to see you so perfect and needy for him is close his eyes. Taking a moment to suck in a puff of air and let out a soft hum from the back of his throat, he’d feel his body heating up as he shot back a quick reply.
“Where did you get that? It looks so fucking good. Jesus Christ. Have any more pics you want to send me, babylove?”
So when the direct was on a little while ago and we saw the fe14 trailer and the SE got released for preorder with a launch date (WE’RE SO CLOSE GUYS WE’RE SO. CLOSE.) I remembered my EXTREME HYPE for this game and wanted to draw something for it
but at the same time I remembered that I’m still in denial over Silas not being the gay marriage candidate so I thought of something fun to do to squeeze in both and TADA. quietly lays on the otfamily
I’M REALLY SUPER HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CAME OUT and I absolutely had a blast doing it. It’s a simpler thing but I think that’s what was so fun about it tbh.
I had some trouble with Silas’ face at first since downward angled faces are the bane of me sometimes and didn’t draw his full chest piece cuz SCREW ARMOR but the way the interactions and expressions and just the whole thing came out makes me so proud ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ
AND THEIR ALL JUST AS AMAZING AS YOU WOULD IMAGINE
So first off, you have the poster, clearly directly targeting the demographic of ‘mlm who had a big ol crush on Keanu in B&T or The Matrix’.
Then you have this slightly more action-y promo pic of Keanu looking like an angry store brand Dracula.
Next you have Keanu/Hamlet in what I assume is the ‘Get thee to a nunnery’ scene, talking to an Ophelia who is either waaay to young or unfortunately short.
Here’s a picture of Keanu/Hamlet really going hard w the 'Ann Rice sexually ambiguous but definitively pretentious vampire’ look…
…contrasted w this photo, wherein he just looks like a sad burlap sack man.
This shirt is 50 different kinds of confusing and amazing. Like, even Keanu looks confused here (admit it, you can totally hear him saying 'woah’ rn).
Also, there is no ambiguity here; someone (I would argue several people) have DEFINITELY masturbated to this picture.
True story: this photo of Laertes and Hamlet made me laugh so hard that I had to leave the room. Holy shit. H o l y shit. First off, congrats to Keanu/Hamlet for just saying 'fuck it’ and going full gay vampire. But waaaaay more importantly…Laertes. Holy fuck.
He looks like what would happen if you somehow managed to cross breed Chip Zien and Fabio. He looks like a man w a truly embarrassing collection of 'manly shit’ in his garage that are TOTALLY not him trying to compensate for anything. He looks like he REALLY does want to avenge the death of his father, but he’s gotta do it quick, because his cover band has a gig playing Saint Elmo’s Fire 17 times in a row at a shitty dive bar that he’s gotta get to.
Then, you’ve got this (waaay more low quality) photo of Keanu/Hamlet trying to do that 'girls on comic book covers’ twist where he shows both t&a at the same time. Gertrude’s sleeves are magnificent. NEXT.
Finally, there’s this marvelous picture of Keanu/Hamlet, looking like if that really nice Christmas decoration you’re grandma doesn’t let you touch was a man. On top of that, he’s making the dumbest fucking face of all time. Like, I’m sure the photographer just caught him at a bad time, it happens. But he’s literally making the B&T stupid face. He looks amazing and ridiculous. I hope you’re satisfied.
Request by @marvelhpaprendice: Hi! This may come out of nowere! But i love your Bucky fics! So i have a request to make! Could you do a one shot where Bucky and the reader hate each other (not really hate, like hate with sexual tension beetween them) and one day, as they watch a movie, they feel the tension that they make and just give in to each other? Thank’s!!!!!!
Summary: Your blind date goes wrong and you find yourself watching a movie with Bucky despite how much you two despise each other.
Warnings: Smutty smut, really small angst.
A/N: I did this request right away because the messaged me personally and I honestly forgot about the requests in my asks. I’m going to get to them, I promise. I’ve just been extremely busy with school. I’ll try to work on a few tonight and tomorrow if I have time. Thank you all for being so supportive of my Bucky x Reader fan fictions! I love getting feedback, whether it’s positive or negative, both help me improve my writing and story telling.
Here’s the link. I might operate under the idea that she’s a Korean Princess, or I might work under the idea that she’s a princess from a different country (like a European country, or something else, IDK).
He was going through a history textbook when he came across a picture of the Empress of Korea before they were forced out
Yoosung ended up laughing
“Hey MC! Check it out! You look kind of like her!”
“Yoosung, that’s my great-grandmother.”
“What?! But that’s the Empress!”
“I know. I’m technically a Princess.”
He just about faints
I mean, this is the woman he’s dating
They play LOLOL, they hold hands, they kiss, they’ve gotten close to….
Yoosung’s freaking out because he’s almost had sex with a literal Princess
It’d be one thing if it was in a game, but this is real life!
Once the freak out wears off, Yoosung is more interested in protecting her and treating her like she deserves to be treated
She makes him stop, to some extent, because he keeps saying he wants to “treat [her] like a princess!”
She didn’t really put two and two together (not that MC would have told her anything)
She didn’t realize that MC was actually Korean Royalty, especially given the history
It wasn’t until her father decided to come to visit from Japan that MC had to fess up to it
Jaehee was shocked
Secretly, she couldn’t help but think how much this was like a fairy tail (or a fantasy she had as a kid of meeting a Princess in disguise that fell in love with her)
MC’s not expected to inherit anything, but a Princess being in love with a woman is a little bit of a scandal
MC manages to duck the news and keep things clean so that their cafe isn’t hounded by the press when her father goes home
Jaehee ends up taking the whole thing surprisingly well, she just asks that, any huge surprises like that come sooner than later
Secretly giddy she’s in love with a princess that loves her back
When he first called her “Princess” she damn near had a heart attack
How did he know?! Except, then she realized he couldn’t
MC hadn’t used her real name as her username, let alone anything related to her name
When he did find out, his eyes were the size of dinner plates
He tried to bow, but MC stopped him
“It’s not a big deal.” The hell it isn’t, MC.
Of course, he refuses to give her up for the world, but he calls himself her loyal knight from then on
Also, he makes it his personal duty to protect her from all harm
… yeah, it was a tabloid that recognized her.
Here’s the thing, MC didn’t think it would be a problem, right?
Royalty in Korea are just people who live in relative obscurity
Sometimes they make the paper, but it’s like a Bigfoot sighting in the US, nobody puts much stock into it
But no, MC had to start dating a rich, powerful, famous man, surrounded by paparazzi and people who run background checks
Once it’s confirmed by multiple sources and MC herself, Jumin is surprised, but pleased in a small way
it’s a good PR move and his father will adore it and be forced to accept their marriage
Jumin ends up using it as an excuse to pamper her and buy her expensive things
He likes finding traditional, old fashioned jewelry for her to wear
He spat out his Ph.D Pepper
Seriously, you don’t expect to do a background check on a girl, only to find out she’s a literal princess
It’s why he wouldn’t share her photo
It’s also why he found it so easy to flirt with her
She was, by all foreseeable standards, unavailable
The perfect girl for him
But when things go well with them, and he starts to see himself having a life with her (a normal one), he panics
Like “nope, sorry Your Highness! I’m just a lowly bastard (in the literal sense), not worth the soil you walk on!”
Except that Korean royalty were forced out of their own country and are currently just title holders, hold no real power and just kind of…. exists?
They do make jokes about how the son of the Korean Prime Minister and a Princess of Korea fell in love
He knew she was foreign
That, V could deduce for himself
Between her distinct accent and red hair, he figured it was obvious
He just didn’t know where from
One day, while they were sitting at home, watching tv together, there was a knock on the door
When V answered it, it was a reporter who was trying to force her way into to talk to “Princess MC”
Well, needless to say, MC explains, yeah, she’s a princess, she’s from Europe
He doesn’t treat her much differently, but he tries his best to help her hide her identity from the press
However, when MC has to go home and visit her family, V joins her on this mini vacation and uses it as a chance to take photos
Mildly embarrassed the trope was turned on its head
“Prince Charming rescues girl, they ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after!”
More like “Princess MC rescues Saeran from clutches of evil cult, then drags him off to a hospital to seek medical and mental help so that he can begin to recover from the life long shit he’s been wading through.”
Well, she doesn’t order him to get better, but she does sit with him a lot and basically forces him to get better, even if it’s only so much
Saeran takes measures to protect her identity from the public, keeping her hidden in plain sight so that she doesn’t get attention she doesn’t want
When a news station plans to run the story about how they found her, Saeran has algorithms that figure it out and he then blackmails the station into dropping the story
“MC says she loves me, but she’s never told me about being a princess so she doesn’t want anyone to know so no one will ever know unless she wants them to.”
I’m just gonna start with this picture right here:
Mark, you are an amzing glorious bastard and I can’t believe that you worked this long on someting like this. This was amazing and I can’t believe you brought back all of you egos, even the one’s people didn’t even realize were egos (ie. Septiplier) I love what you did and I love everything about Markiplier TV. Everyone who was a part of it or helped with the editing did a phenominal job and I can’t WAIT to see more of the stuff that you create!
Also, HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME!!! THAT PICTURE UP THERE, I SCREAMED WHEN IT PANNED OUT TO SHOW THE ROOM FULL OF EGOS! AND KING OF THE SQUIRRELS AND SEPTIPLIER CAMEO?!?!?! AMAZING!!!!!
whenever I see the 2016 rogue photos on my dash I'm always so shocked that it's more... homoerotic -I guess?- than I remember it. it portrays so much longing. like, I still can't believe those pics weren't accompanying a coming out article. even jared's quote that they put next to one of the pics!! "we thought we had the world by the balls and we quickly figured out that we did not" or something. holy shit, you know?
I KNOW!! The first time I saw those photos, I thought they were fake. Because there’s no fucking way two “straight, just best friends, that’s all haha” men would….look like that together.
They’re ridiculous and amazing and I LOVE THOSE PICTURES SO GODDAMN MUCH. Maybe the photographer was secretly also a tinhat? That’d be fucking hilarious.
Thanks for the message, bby! Glad I’m not the only one who thinks those photos look, as you said perfectly, completely homoerotic.
Okay so in Batman Beyond there's an episode where Bruce and Terry go see a 'Batman Musical', just imagine that goes on in Gotham and Jason finds out and asks(forces/tricks) the batfam to go.
i’m finally answering this! i had a really rough week, which is why this took a while, but i kept thinking about this prompt and laughing, so thank you for that.
and on that note: are you serious, that’s amazing. i vaguely remember watching batman beyond but i don’t actually remember all that much about it. i’ll need to look this up.
but yes. yes. i want this to be a Thing.
i want to imagine it as something between holy musical b@man! and the ember island players. like. just picture the kind of crazy misinformed shit that these people are tossing into the mix because what’s the truth and what’s the lie, no one knows, they’re going to make a musical about batman and his however many kids/sidekicks anyway
(they people putting on this play are probably college students)
(stephanie has probably dropped by to help with set designs and laughed herself sick in the process)
getting back on track, how does jason find out about it?
there are two ways i think it could happen. one: jason loves lit. we know this. he collected first editions with alfred and bruce when he was a kid. in my personal experience, if you like lit, you almost definitely like theater in some sense as well. at the very least you’ve read plays.
jason holds his goddamn red hood helmet like he’s hamlet and it’s yorick.
Your art is so breathtakingly beautiful and refined. I find myself just completely awed at how complex your color schemes are and the level of detail makes my heart race. Your art is literally giving me both physical and emotional reactions and it's amazing. you're amazing holy shit. How do you determine which colors to use?
Hi!! Thank you for liking my art!!
Unfortunately I don’t have color theory or a proper procedure to back me up when it comes to coloring but I’ll try to explain the best I can.
The two main questions I ask myself when I want to color are:
What sort of mood do I want this picture to have?
What colors do I feel like using today?
The mood is one of the easiest ways to decide on colors, because some colors are very good at portraying basic moods. A cold feeling can be shown with blues, warmth expressed through oranges. But remember that these colors don’t always have to be used for a singular mood, it’s merely a starting point.
the image on the left is mostly oranges and yellows but it’s not supposed to feel warm because our subject is left in the dark. On the other hand, the image on the right purposefully uses blues and purples as an easy way to keep a cold pale feeling.
So then it boils down to what colors you’d like to use today, and from there you can proportion out what the values of each color should be, for example, do you want to use blue and pink? Will pink be the main color or will it be blue?
Left: Teals are the base, red is the accent. Right: Reds are the base, blue is an accent.
Mixing cool and warm colors! In this image below I have dark browns and dark blues that comprise of the dark shadows. At the same time I also have teal as the highlights as well as pinks and purples.
The base color is what I selected at the start and my other colors are revolved around it. Notice how each warm color has a cool color with the same brightness/saturation that matches it. You can achieve this by just spinning the color wheel. I also like to have very small quantities of bright colors just to add a whimsical touch.
Both images have the same highlight tone, but the feeling is different because of the colors I chose. My intermediate color (that I put in between my brightest and darkest color) is almost always purple or brown. But in the left picture I used a very dark yellow as the darkest shade, in the right, I used a dark blue.
Basically, You don’t have to limit yourself to shading with the same tones, mix it up a little!!
If you want to challenge yourself, something I used to do but not really anymore is choose a base color, pick two colors that are similar to your base color (pink is close to purple and yellow), and a 4th color from across the color wheel (blue is almost exactly across the color wheel). The role of each color can vastly change based on where you want to put them. This is a poor example but these two images have the same base color, what I switched up were the other colors. Since I use a painting style, I rely on the eyedrop after I blend colors together, that way they can work better.
TL;DR: I really just follow my moods, with the help of some colors I like as intermediates (purples and browns). I don’t like doing the same thing over and over again so I try to change things up as much as I can! Spin that color wheel!!!
THIS SHOULD BE CALLED ‘HOLY SHIT I SPENT 13 HOURS ON THIS PICTURE AND ITS 5 AM AND I HAVENT SLEPT YET BUT FOR THE SAKE OF MY SANITY IM GONNA POST THIS BECAUSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH’ BUT THAT DIDNT FIT IN THE TITLE.
But yes, tikis operator! This took me a lot longer than i would have liked, but still it turned out amazing~ I hope you all enjoy it as much as i do!
Warning: Language (It’s a thing with me. I like to cuss. A lot.)
“Please, tell me you are packed? I swear you wait until the last minute every
time then I get annoyed and then the world burns.” You laughed loudly at your sister’s dramatics
on your call to her.
“Yes I packed my clothes already. I finished them this morning. Now I am just making sure my camera is ready
for the flight. I can’t be too careful
with it.” She was whispering something
to someone in the background. “Mila?”
“Oh sorry just trying to get the next shot setup before
everyone comes back from break. So
“Yes, I’m packed. I
leave for the airport in an hour.”
Sighing you zipped up your camera bag for the third time. As long as you kept it with you as a carry-on,
it should be fine. That camera was your
world and livelihood. If something
happened to it, you were sunk.
“Good. I have a car
and driver to pick you up and bring you here.
Once you get here you can drive one of my cars while you’re in
L.A.” Mila sounded distracted, as though
she was only half paying attention to you while she was focusing on something
“That’s fine. Look I
will let you get back to work. I will
text you when I take off and land, okay?”
“No not like that!”
She all but screamed in your ear.
“Oh [Y/N] sorry! That
wasn’t for you. Paul moved something he
wasn’t supposed to. Yeah call me. I can’t wait to see you. Gotta go, love you!” The phone went dead before you had a chance
to respond. That happened often with
Mila. She was one of the up and coming
directors in Hollywood and she was always busy.
As a perfectionist, her eye for detail was amazing. The last two films she had done were well
received and she was in high demand now.
Her current project had several big names and you could not be
prouder. However, it did make it
difficult for you to see and talk to your big sister often.
The Uber drive to the
airport was pleasant. The driver asked a
few questions and recommended a couple restaurants to try while you were in
L.A. “How long are you going for?”
“Oh… Actually I don’t know.”
You could see the confusion on his face through the rearview
mirror. “I’m going there to stay with my
sister for a while. See if I can find
work out there. There aren’t as many
jobs for a photographer here as there used to be. So, I’m going to see if I can make money
elsewhere.” He nodded before prattling
on about other places he had been there.
It actually made the drive much shorter.
The airport was a mess. Storms elsewhere had delayed
flights, some not even going to those regions.
Including yours to Los Angeles.
From the looks of it, your plane was going to be delayed at least two
hours, just freaking lovely. You sent a
text to Mila and your mom letting them know you were stuck at the airport for
the time being. Your mother of course
sent an instant reply back wanting to know if you needed her to come get
you. That you did not have to leave
today. You frowned as you read it
over. She had been trying to talk you
into staying from the moment you told her.
The thought of having two of her children so many miles away did not sit
well with her and she wanted you to stay home.
Even when you explained that your savings was slowly dwindling and you
needed to find more work she did not back down.
There had been an offer for you to move back in with them while you
looked for something. That was shot down
quickly. The thought of having to move
back in with your parents made you physically ill.
Mila finally responded back about an hour later. She said she would still have the driver for
you and that by the time you got there the day would be wrapping up so you
would be able to head to dinner right from the set. Then she sent a text of her making a silly
face with one of the actors. With the
message, ‘Tom can’t wait to meet
you. He is tired of me talking about
this amazing sister of mine. He doesn’t
believe you exist.’
Holy shit, the actor in the picture was Tom Hiddleston. How the hell did Mila get so lucky?! Ever since she was young, she always had the
best luck in everything. Though, yes she
always worked hard too. But damn that
woman could do no wrong, lucky bitch.
With a groan, you fell back onto the hard seat in the waiting area
around your terminal. The next hour
consisted of fiddling with your camera case, checking every piece, ensuring you
had not forgotten anything. It bored you
to tears but it was something to pass the time.
When your flight was finally called you almost did a
jig. It meant that you were finally
going to get to start a new adventure.
Growing up you were always the odd ball.
You did not sneak out and drive your parents crazy like Mila and your
brother did. You actually did your
homework on time and never skipped school.
Nevertheless, you always had a good time. New experiences were new adventures no matter
what they were, good or bad. When you
finished college, you took six months to spend around Europe, taking
pictures. It was the most fun you had
ever had in your life. It gave you a new
way of thinking and seeing the world around you.
It also helped your bank account as you had sold many of
your photos to magazines. It kept you
from being homeless while you found more steady work. For a while, you did portraits and
weddings. While it was fun coming up
with poses and backdrops, it was not where your heart was. You enjoyed action shots, nature, anything
that was not stagnant or staged. Which
had led to the problem of work becoming difficult to find. It the little town you were from in New
Hampshire there was far less demand for a photographer that wanted more than
weddings or birthday parties.
Mila had begged you for several years to come join her out
West. When she had gone out to
California for school, she fell in love with it. She had not returned home after that. Now she was some important director in
Hollywood getting to do all the fun things.
Getting the chance to meet amazing people and go to the all the places
you wanted to see. A month ago, you
finally relented after another round of begging. It had surprised you both when you finally
said yes. Now here you were sitting on a
plane ready to find out what else was out there for you. You could only hope that is was going to be
You slept most of the six-hour flight. The first class ticket your sister had bought
came in handy after sitting in the airport for so long. There was room to be able to stretch out and
sleep comfortably. It was almost comical
how you thought the airport back home had been insane. LAX put that to shame times a million or
three. There were people everywhere. It was not as though you had never been to
busy places in the world, but this took the cake. Finding your luggage had been a feat in
itself before making it down towards the exit.
There were several people standing holding signs with different
names. It did not take long for you to
see your name written neatly over one of them held by a rather large man. “I think you are waiting for me.”
“Yes ma’am, you look a lot like Miss Mila. Is this all your bags?” You nodded as he put the sign under his arm
and took the two-wheeled suitcases from him.
He tried to take your camera case but you let him know you were fine to
hold it. You were grateful he was
driving a large black SUV instead of a limo.
That would have just been weird.
He introduced himself as Vincent and said he was one of the drivers for
the studio. This is what he got to do
all day long. When you asked how he
liked it, he laughed.
“Depends on the day and who I am driving. Some days its great and I get to see all
parts of the city. Others I want to run
every idiot off the road.” Both of you
laughed as you chatted for the remainder of the trip. It was good to meet at least one nice person
in this city. Once you arrived on set,
Vincent said he would get your bags to Mila’s trailer. Again, you had to refuse when he tried for
“Sorry, Vincent. This
bag is my life.” He winked at you with a
“Alright I get it.
Take care of yourself little lady.
I hope to see you again around our little town.” He left you in care of one of Mila’s
assistants. A young guy trying to prove
himself in the industry. By the looks of
it, he was petrified of your sister.
“Umm hi. I’m Danny, Danny
Rice. Mila told me to bring you right to
her, they are almost done.”
“Nice to meet you Danny, I’m [Y/N].” Shaking hands quickly he led you to the back
of the studio where she was watching over one of the last scenes for the day. Taking the seat Danny had shown you, watching
quietly as Mila was in her element, you were in awe. Of course, this was something else she was
good at. Taking out your camera slowly,
you set it before snapping a few shots of her in her chair. Then she stood as the action of the scene
started to pick up. As you snapped more
shots of her, someone roughly grabbed your arm.
“You can’t do that here.
Give me that camera now.” Another
large man, this time dressed in a security uniform stood over you. He did not look happy, but it would be a cold
day in hell before you gave your camera to anyone.
“Yeah that isn’t happening.
I was taking pictures of…”
“You were taking pictures of the movie set. You will give me the camera or I will remove
you from the set.”
“Get your hands off my sister before you lose any of your
favorite appendages.” Mila’s loud voice
called from behind you. The guard was
stunned into silence before he dropped your arm.
“Miss [Y/L/N]… I’m sorry I didn’t know it was your
sister. She was taking pictures of the
scene and I didn’t want any leaking to the press.” Scowling up at him you turned your camera
over to show her what you had been taking pictures of.
“If you had let me finish talking I would have shown you I
was taking pictures of her not that scene.
I’m not an idiot I would never do that to Mila. Or anyone else for that matter.” It was then you noticed there was quite the
crowd staring at the action going on off camera. Your cheeks flushed quickly. Being the center of attention was not
something you enjoyed.
“I’m sorry. I was
just doing my job trying to keep the movie and set safe.” Frowning before you relaxed your stance.
“It’s all right. I
understand.” Mila looked like she still
wanted to take his head off. However,
since you had forgiven the situation she would allow him to keep all his parts
intact. She gave him the ‘stank eye’
until he slunk away.
“You always know how to attract trouble don’t you?”
“Yes. But I was
trying to behave this time. I
swear!” You both laughed, embracing
tight. “God, I missed you. Home isn’t home without you.”
“I know. I make
everyway a better place.” Rolling your
eyes you pulled back to look at her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ruin your scene.” She shook her head and moved to put her arm
around you and bring you to sit in her chair.
“You didn’t. We just
paused it for a moment. Want to watch
for a little while? Should be done in about
twenty.” Making yourself comfortable in
her chair, before you put away your camera.
“Oh hell yes.” Mila
kissed your cheek and turned back towards the crew. She flipped the sister switch over to
director. You could see the change in
stance and attitude already.
“Back to the last mark.
I want to be done in twenty. I’m
starving. You all don’t want me to get
hangry, now let’s finish it the way it is supposed to be. Adrienne start from where you left off and
this time more volume. Tom you ready?”
He came from one of the chairs off to the side you had somehow
missed. Tom Hiddleston in all his
glory. Holy hell he was taller than you
imagined. “I’m ready and all for getting
out of here soon.”
Tom’s gaze fell onto you for a moment. He smiled brightly before turning to the
pretty actress in front of him. The
scene was amazing. Their acting and the
whole atmosphere of the set was thrilling.
It was not difficult to see why Mila chose this. It fit her and everything about her. Twenty minutes later, she called “cut”,
telling them all to return well rested for the morning. “Tom, come here. You need to meet my imaginary sister.”
That smile that previously had been there returned to his
face. “[Y/N], this is Tom. Tom this is my amazing sister, [Y/N].”
He held out his hand to you gripping firmly and shaking as
you slipped yours into his. “Pleasure,
[Y/N]. She has spoken of you often and I
was starting to believe she was just telling us all stories of a fictitious
sister. Glad to have the chance to see
you are real.”
His hand was warm thus making your entire body very warm as
he held onto yours just a moment longer than most people would have. “Umm yes!
I am glad to be here. Glad to meet
you too, Mr. Hiddleston.”
“Oh no, none of that.
It’s Tom, please. Mr. Hiddleston
sounds awful. I don’t want to delay you
ladies, I know Mila is probably going to hurt someone soon if she isn’t
fed. [Y/N] it was lovely to meet
you. I hope to see you again soon.” Tom hugged Mila before walking off, glancing
over his shoulder once at you, smiling as he saw you were still looking at him.
You were not fully sure if you had remembered to breathe in the
last few minutes or not. “I don’t think
I have ever seen you star struck before.”
Mila’s voice invaded the fog that was surrounding your brain.
“Umm no… me either.
Oh my God Mila.” Looking over at
your sister you could only imagine what your face looked like.
“I guess he is pretty, in a tall, handsome actor sort of
way.” She was smirking at you and your
inability to form full sentences. “He
doesn’t really do it for me.”
“If he was six inches shorter, had long hair and big boobs
would he do it for you?” She laughed shaking
“Only if he had a vagina too. Penises are weird looking organs.” There was no helping the hysterical laughter
that erupted from both of you. It had
been too long since you had been with your sister. “Come on.
I’m starving and I need to catch up with my crazy sister.”