Can someone show me where the male gaze is used in Man of Steel and Batman v Superman? I keep trying to thing of where it might be hiding, but I just can’t find it.
Like, take Lois’ bathtub scene, right? She’s curled up into a ball (after all that stress I don’t blame her) and the most we see of her above the water are her shoulders and collarbone area (along with her knees). Not once does the camera or Clark try to sneak a peak: they both focus on Lois’ face. We don’t even get a POV shot from behind her head to show her looking up at Clark. It would have been an easy way to show more of her bare back, but that never happens.
There’s no male gaze at play there, so where is it? Can someone tell me?
Even from a distance, the villa looked enormous. Shouyou could see it perched on the hill from the time he set out from the temple, gleaming white under the sun during the day, and lit up by fires shining within its walls when he stopped at an inn for the night.
He had always seen it, of course, from the time he’d been small, allowed to play outside the temple in the dirt with the other children. The Centurion’s Villa, the owner of the land they lived on. For that privilege, they were taxed, though not an unfair amount. Every month, the temple sent an acolyte to deliver the payment to the villa, as a sign of respect to the one who lived there.
For years, one of the priests had been the one to make the trip, but he had twisted his ankle two nights previous. In his stead, the elders had selected Shouyou to go, because he was young and had enough energy for the trek.
They were concerned about his manners and how he would present himself to the villa on the hill, but after much lecturing, he was sent off, to fulfill their obligation and return. It had taken him nearly two days to reach the villa, but on the eve of the second, he’d finally arrived, as the sky grew dusky and purple.
A/N: Thanks to my sweet lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing for me. And happy birthday to my absolute favourite actor, Jensen Ackles.
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“Best birthday gift ever,” Jensen mumbled against your neck, making you giggle, still high on on him and practically still seeing stars even minutes after he rolled off you and pulled you into his arms.
“You say that every year,” you smiled at him, softly pegging his lips making his grin widen.
“And every year it is true,” Jensen hummed, drawing lazy patterns on your naked back, as you ran your fingers through his hair drawing him closer. “You are the best gift I ever had.” Jensen promised, kissing your neck making you giggle again, enjoying the way his stubbles teased your still sensitive skin.
“I am glad me getting stood up brings you so much joy,” you joked thinking back to your first date or whatever you’d call it, making him chuckle and bury his face in your neck.
“10 years and you still don’t know,” he muttered, making you frown and tug his hair gently, making him look at you.
“Know what?” you asked, with a bewildered expression on your face and Jensen’s green eyes sparkled at you making the golden flakes shine even clearer.
“Promise you won’t divorce me?” Jensen asked, with a smug grin on his face and you rolled your eyes.
“I have gotten kinda attached. Two kids and all. Now spill it Ackles,” you fought to keep a straight face but it was hard to be stern when he looked at you like that. With childlike amusement and so much love, an expression only he could master to perfection.
“You weren’t stood up. Well the guy was late, but he showed,” Jensen averted your gaze a little when he saw your confusion, his hand kept drawing symbols on your back as he spoke. “Jared and I were watching you for the first 30 minutes you were waiting. The red rose on the table made it kinda obvious it was a blind date. I told Jared that you deserved better when you were almost leaving and we saw the guy carrying a red rose in the door. Jared just… well… He told me to show you better and he walked up and spilled his coffee all over the guy.”
You eyes opened wide, but you felt no need to scold him. You just couldn’t believe that Jared and Jensen had been able to keep this from you for 10 years.
“So you walked up to me and asked me to come with you to your birthday party?” you bit your lip to keep from laughing and Jensen blushed slightly, still not looking at you.
“Well it sounds creepy when you put it like that,” Jensen muttered and you could no longer hold back your laughter. You tangled hand in his hair again and wrapped your free arm around his shoulder, pulling his closer and into a tender, passionate kiss.
“But you are my creep,” you teased when you broke the kiss, making Jensen chuckle as you lovingly slapped his arm. “I can’t believe you never told me dude! You got a lot of making up to do.”
“I’ll start right now,” Jensen wiggled his eyebrows at you before ducking under the sheet making you let out a squeal and giggle.
“Jay it’s your birthday not mi… arhhh,” your protest turned into a sultry moan as your husband’s sinful lips and tongue found their target. Your last coherent thought before getting completely lost in your husband and the pleasure he brought you yet again, was to remember to thank Jared tonight, after kicking his ass for not telling you about his little matchmaking game himself.
Spencer knew something was wrong. He’d watched as you slowly retreated into yourself in such a complex manner that others wouldn’t know there was something wrong if they didn’t actively search for the signs. But he knew. He saw past your smiles, past the way you still laughed at whatever silly banter Penelope and Morgan exchanged. Past your routine greetings of hugs and kisses, past the way you still tried to crack jokes to fulfill your ultimate life goal of making Hotch laugh.
He noticed the dark circles beneath your eyes that you expertly hid beneath makeup. He noticed the split second longer that it took you to react to someone’s conversation, to their jokes. He noticed the way your hair was pulled back slightly less refined than usual, something others would look over as just another day of you rushing to work that morning.
But you were his. You were everything he’d ever dreamt of and because of that even the smallest change did not go unnoticed. He noticed the desperation in your kisses, the longing behind your soft lips as you tried to find love. You always did find it behind his touch and this only made you cling to his hands a little tighter as you both walked through the aisles of stores, your gaze showing your mind was elsewhere.
Summary: After hearing a baby crying and a man’s desperate attempts to calm his child, you push your way into Aaron Burr’s life, helping him with Theodosia. Along the way you end up developing feelings towards Aaron.
Warnings: None really, I mean there are mentions of death, but that’s it.
Time Period: Hamiltime
Words: 2450 (sorry…)
A/N: Hello! So first off thank you so much for all of your support, it’s something I thought I’d only dream of. Next, I know that the GIF has nothing to do with the story, it was the only good one I could find. Finally, while I’m excited to post this story, since I don’t see many Aaron x Reader stories, I’m a bit nervous that it won’t be the best. So I apologize, but I hope you enjoy anyway. Have a wonderful day!
You walked down the crowded streets of town, your arm interlocked with your best friend’s, Peggy Schuyler. The two of you were enjoying the freedom of not being involved in a revolution anymore, you were free to go where you pleased and when. Although you were slightly older than Peggy, you still enjoyed her company and the gossip you shared. Today for example, the two of you were discussing couples that had blossomed throughout the war and how they were doing.
“How are Eliza and Alexander doing?” you inquired.
“They are doing well.” Peggy answered. Suddenly, she gasped as if remembering something and turned to you. “I forget to mention this to you before now, but Eliza’s expecting. I’m going to be an aunt!” she squealed.
A wide smile spread across your face as your watched your friend. She was genuinely joyful and ready to become ‘Aunt Peggy.’ Casual conversation flowed between you as you continued down the street, headed towards a small, outdoor café.
Before you could take a seat, you heard the unmistakable sound of a baby crying. Following the cry, you heard what sounded like a man trying to soothe his child. Unfortunately for him, and many people around him, the baby was not settling down anytime soon.
You tried to look around and see where the noise was coming from, and soon discovered that the man with the child was Aaron Burr. That would make sense, considering you had heard his daughter had been born many months ago. Theodosia?
Peggy leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “His wife died just a few days after the birth of their daughter. Complications during the birth.”
“That’s terrible.” you whispered back.
A sense of sorrow filled you as you stared upon the scene that laid before you. While you did not of any children of your own, you could imagine how terrible it would be to have to raise a daughter all alone. That scene struck close to home for you because that was how you were raised. Although, unlike Theodosia, your mother had died when you were two, due to illness.
You knew what you had to do, so you left Peggy’s side, and slowly made your way over to Aaron Burr. Once you reached your destination, you stood awkwardly in front of him to. When he didn’t notice you, you cleared your throat. Instantly, he looked up at you, confusion and desperation swirling in his eyes.
“Can I help you?” he asked, in a somewhat rushed manner.
“Um, I’m sorry to bother you Mr. Burr, but would you like some help?” you asked, gently, pointing to the baby girl that laid in his arms.
At once, he started nodding and you took the seat next to him, arms out, waiting to hold his daughter. After gently placing her in your arms, you supported her head, and began to rock her back and forth.
“Theodosia, right?” you questioned, making sure you had her name correct.
“Yes.” he confirmed, watching you carefully.
“Shhh, shhh Theodosia. It’s alright. What’s wrong?” you talked to the baby, looking down at her precious face. You remembered that Aaron had just been feeding her, so you lifted her up and rested her chest against your shoulder. You began to pat her back and repeated this action until a small ‘burb’ was heard from Theodosia.
You then began to cradle her once more and rocked her back and forth until her eyes began to close, and she drifted off into sleep. Smiling, you looked up and saw that Aaron was staring at you rather intently.
“H-how did you that?” he asked, loudly at first, but then softer when he remembered his daughter was sleeping.
“There’s nothing to it. You just have to make sure you try multiple tactics to quiet her, you’ll never know exactly why a baby is crying.” you explained.
He nodded slowly to show his understanding and gazed down at his daughter. You watched his eyes as he did so and saw how much love her held in his heart for Theodosia. She may not have a mother, but her father would certainly love her enough.
Once you realized you had probably been holding Theodosia for far too long, you handed her back to Aaron and helped him to readjust her, carefully so she could still sleep.
“Thank you so much…” Aaron began, but trails off near the end. He let out a quiet laugh and spoke once more. “I realized I never caught the name of the lovely women who taught be how to quiet my own daughter.”
You smiled at him and also let out a small laugh before answering. “My name is (y/n) (y/l/n).”
“(y/n).” he said, trying out how it sounded to his ears. “Well thank you for your help, (y/n). You have a very motherly instinct” he complimented, smiling softly.
“Of course, it was my pleasure. Now, I must be going, I’m sure my friend will be wondering what’s keeping me.” you explained, although part of you did not want to leave.
Aaron’s smile dropped the tiniest bit, but nodded his head and let you walk away. Before you were even ten feet away from his table, you heard a shout. “Wait.”
Turning back around, you saw Aaron Burr stand up, Theodosia still sleeping in his arms, and walked towards you. “I am so terribly sorry to ask this of you, but do you think you could help me out with Theodosia again tomorrow? I have a meeting with Congress, but it would only be for a few hours.” Aaron went on, trying to convince you to help him.
With a smile on your face, you rested your hand on Aaron’s, which immediately stopped his talking. “Of course, I will help out, I would love to. And please do not feel ashamed to ask that of me, Mr. Burr.” you assured him.
A grateful smile spread across his face, and he would have hugged you right then, if his arms weren’t already occupied. “Thank you so much. Oh, and you don’t have to call me Mr. Burr. Please, call me Aaron.” he replied.
Nodding, you made arrangements of when to arrive at his house the next day. Once that had been done, you curtsied to say goodbye, and walked away back to Peggy. You explained what had happened, and ignored the remarks Peggy insisted on making that this was the start of your love story with Mr. Burr.