Velvetysage - Are You Going To Scarborough Fair?

LEO WOODALL - Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy Trailer (x)

i   have   started   forming   my   muses   page   at   last    .   .   .   i   still   have   more   to   add   on   -   but   the   list   is   here.   taken   me   some   time,   but   i   am   excited   to   finally   get   started   back   on   indie   !!   slow   &   steady   .   .   .

"  stunnin'  face  ?  you  lot  really  are  dangerous  with  compliments  over  here.  look,  maybe  i  came  for  the  moral  support  and  maybe  i  stayed  for  the  fights  —  and  maybe,  maybe,  the  view  from  my  seat  just  so  happens  to  be  decent.  hockey’s  chaotic,  violent,  and  dramatic.  i’m  a  theatre  girl,  raph.  i  was  bound  to  fall  for  it  eventually.  besides,  it’s  not  like  you’re  exactly  forgettable  on  the  ice.  consider  me  an  intrigued  convert.  "

"  and  you're  not  ?  just  tagging  along  for  moral  support  or  did  someone  catch  your  eye  along  the  way  ?  all  the  way  from  the  uk  and  supporting  me  weekly  ,  think  hockey's  growing  on  your  sweetheart  --  who  can  really  complaining  at  such  a  stunnin'  face  ?  "

the sound of racked weights met her before she even stepped fully into the room. and then — there he was. shirtless, glistening, halfway through his set and entirely too aware of how he looked doing it. her gaze skimmed over him just once — the glint of sweat on his back, the way his muscles flexed as he racked the weights — and then promptly returned to his face, unbothered. she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of lingering. still, the corner of her mouth twitched. a barely-there smile that came and went before it could settle. "how thoughtful," she said, stepping further into the room, clipboard in hand, completely unfazed — or at least appearing so. "you really shouldn’t have.” she was dressed in sleek black leggings and a slate grey sports bra layered beneath a cropped long-sleeve — neutral, fitted, entirely functional. she caught his eye, letting the air hang just a second before answering his question. "as for what’s on the repertoire?" her voice was smooth. "a lot of legs. core work. mobility. i figured if you’re going to insist on lifting like your life's a nike ad, we might as well make sure you don’t move like a fridge."

♡ — closed starter for @velvetysage

alec's halfway through a set when celeste walks in unannounced. his shirt is off, earbuds in, and there's sweat slicking down his back. this isn't about impressing her, but he's not above showing the blonde that he doesn't need her to keep up. racking the weights with a touch more force than necessary, he pulls one airpod out to speak. "don’t worry, cel, i saved all the boring stuff for you," alec says, barely sparing her a glance. this is how their dynamic always goes, competitive with a hint of underlying tension. "what's on the workout repertoire today?"

céleste’s smirk lingered, amusement flickering behind her gaze. he was quick. smooth. predictable in some ways, but in others? not at all. his confidence wasn’t new to her — the men she had been around in her life had lived and breathed it. but the way he wore it, like a second skin rather than something performative, that was what made him stand out compared to all the rest. "i will be impressed if you last the entire session without needing a break." a beat. her gaze swept over him, like she was already calculating his limits before they’d even started. “not to worry .. it is after all also my job to make sure you don’t push yourself too much. or at least not to a point where you never want to book another session. as he squared his shoulders, slipping back into his usual self-assured posture, she took a step back from the window. "coach?" she arched a brow, amusement playing at the corners of her lips. "i may not do pep talks and participation trophies. but let it be known, i’m not one to take it easy." she let the words settle between them, her gaze unwavering, "i train hard." her voice was calm, steady, but there was something else beneath it — a quiet challenge, an unspoken dare.  she reached for her phone to check the time. " but we’ll start easy. now, show me the way to the gym.." a deliberate pause, just long enough for him to register that she wasn’t actually planning to start easy at all. "unless, of course, you’d prefer to keep standing there, looking pretty, and wasting time." she tilted her head slightly. "your call, jameson."

insufferable. the word dripped from her lips like something honeyed, meant to stain, but he let it seep, wearing it like a second skin. it wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last, but coming from her? well. he almost wanted to hear it again. cerulean hues moved to where she’d set the bottle down, noting the control she seemed to possess with every small action she took. alec wondered how much of it was habit and how much was defense. either way, he wasn’t in a hurry to figure it out. "exhausting myself trying to impress people has never been my style," he replied lazily. "but placing my energy elsewhere? guess we’ll see how much of that energy i have left by the time you’re done with me." his smirk deepened, but there was an undercurrent beneath it. one part amusement, one part something else entirely. whatever game they were playing, she was keeping up, maybe even a step ahead, and that was rare. but for now, he reminded himself that she was here to work. he straightened his posture, stretching out his arms before rolling his shoulders back, his expression slipping back into something cocky, self-assured. "alright, coach," alec began, "are you going to keep staring at me, or are we starting this session?"

Gideon Glick as Tobias Bell and Ivan du Pontavice as Gabin Roux ÉTOILE — The Hiccup (1.04)

cooper koch for vman magazine

THE ❝ WE WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO FALL IN LOVE ❞ PLOT IDEAS LIST 

muse A is more inexperienced romantically/sexually and has a horrible unrequited crush they’re trying to get over;  they know muse B is sexually adventurous and approach them about a casual hookup to help them get past their feelings.  it’s supposed to be platonic but they end up having good chemistry and keep finding themselves coming back to each other.  

muse A is trying to get over an ex and muse B is known to prefer casual hookups rather than dating so muse A approaches them for rebound sex.  as expected,  they say yes.  however,  muse B has secretly been harboring feelings for them. 

muse A is important to a loved one of muse B who made them promise to take care of muse A while they’re gone  (  either on a death bed,  separated by war,  had to move etc.  ).  muse B is begrudging about the unwanted responsibility at first but over the course of their time spent together starts to develop romantic feelings.  they know acting on it would compromise their promise,  but they can’t help themselves.  

muse A is inexperienced sexually and never quite seems to get any relationships to work.  they approach the more experienced muse B and asks them to teach them,  wanting to just get to have the experiences,  having ‘given up on love.’ muse B is supposedly jaded towards committed relationships as well and has no problem agreeing,  however they find themselves far more attracted to muse A than they first planned. 

muse A and muse B are friends.  neither of them have had much luck with relationships so they decide to platonically begin to hookup.  it’s fun to explore and get experience with each other without all the expectations and pressure.  however,  they both start to develop feelings over time,  and both assume it’s unrequited. 

muse A is a prisoner and muse B is their guard,  enemies of circumstance more than principle.  they spend a lot of times stuck with each other which leads to them talking into the nights.  muse B begins to grow and attachment and muse A finds themselves trusting them despite themselves.  the only problem is muse A is likely to be executed.