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itsactuallywhitewolf · 2 years

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What I think Dating Eddie Munson would be like

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

• okay so this is a lot so get ready for a shitload of fluff

• alright so first things first

• eddie would be the biggest simp for you

• like really

• boy would worship the earth you walked on

• even before you started dating

• before you guys were a couple he had the biggest crush on you for years

• his friends in hellfire couldn't hear it anymore

• "You know what happened today in english class?", he'd start as he sat down on their usual lunch table in the cafeteria

• "Y/N came an-"

• "and walked past you? looked at you? Eddie, don't you think it's maybe time to make a move or... you know, let it go? You're always talking about her, and it's not even anything special, it's getting ridiculous," one of them would interrupt him

• "If you would have let me finish then you would know that she came and asked me to study. Together. At her place. Tonight", he explained through gritted teeth, shooting him a death glare, but smiling proudly when he shifted his glance to the others on the table

• they'd be speechless tho

• just as he was when you had asked him

• fast forward 2 months and he finally asked you out

• and after that everything was going just perfect

• Eddie is the most caring boyfriend there is

• he'll always make sure you're happy

• he'll try his very best to cheer you up again when you're down

• he'd cuddle you and hold you and listen to you talk about ehat was bugging you

• but you'd also do anything for him when he was in a bad mood or sad

• you'd take him somewhere safe and quiet where no one would walk in on you, most of the times his bedroom in the trailer, and calm him down there

• you'd hold his face reassuringly and he'd lean into your touch, slightly turning his head so he could kiss the inside of your hand

• however, mornings with him were the best part

• his raspy morning voice was your favorite

• don't even get me started on the bedhair

• another thing: HANDS

• you'd always watch his hands, no matter what he was doing

• if he was playing the guitar

• scribbling something down

• rubbing your clit

• you just loved his hands : )

• you'd also constantly play with his rings

• you once tried them on, most of them way too big on your fingers but Eddie insisted you keep the one that fit

• "take it, babe. as a promise ring."

• ASDFGHJKL

• when you weren't around he'd also refer to you as the queen or Mrs. Munson

• "Hey, Eddie! You free this friday for another campaign?"

• "I don't know, dude, gotta ask the wife."

• He loved you and was certain that it was only you for him

• No one else could compare

• therefore he would also be protective as hell, especially after you went to the upside down

• he was happy you both made it out of that hellscape, he wouldn't ever risk again to lose you

• would be so jealous tho

• if he ever saw a guy of the basketball team try to flirt with you he'd immediately come to your side, hand at the small of your back, and with the widest grin tell the dude to kindly fuck off

• same was for you, you weren't really keen on Eddie having a deal with a girl from the cheer team

• it's not that you didn't trust your boyfriend, it's just, you never know with those cheerleaders

• you'd be the goofiest couple in school

• always doing something weird that would make everyone would stare at you

• once when Eddie saw you walking down the hallway he dropped all of his things to the floor only to run towards you and spin you around in a hug as if he hadn't seen you for months

• he had literally seen you 5 minutes ago

• he'd also often obnoxiously swing out your arms together when holding hands and walking down the hallway to your next class, making you stumble and bump against other students

• calling each other freak, nerd and weirdo for funsies was a usual for you

• hugs from behind

• all. the. time.

• you'd be standing at your locker, putting some of your stuff away when he would suddenly appear out of thin air and hug you tightly, pulling you away to twirl you around

• he's such a dork

• a lovesick dork

• when he was rehearsing with his band you'd join him, watching him play on his electric guitar, practised fingers strumming the strings in a way you've never seen before

• it was so hot

• you sometimes even forgot to breathe

• it took everything in you not to jump him right then and there

• he once tried teaching you how to play, you sitting on his lap as he put his hands on top of yours on the instrument

• his breath fanning against your neck

• god have mercy

• this went on for about 10 minutes until he got aware of the state you were in and started to kiss your neck

• let's just say that the guitar lesson was over very soon and you moved on to do something way more interesting instead : )

• sometimes you'd draw little doodles on his forearm when you were bored

• which made him come up with an idea

• so one day he showed up at your place, falling through your window and onto the carpet in your bedroom to show you the new tattoo he got

• it was one of your little drawings

• "wait, is this real??"

• "Yes, sweetheart, new and just healed"

• you couldn't believe him

• but the next day you got an appointment with your local tattoo artist and got matching tattoos together

• at nights you would sometimes go out for late night drives

• you know that one scene from perks of being a wallflower? it would somehow be like that

• the windows of his van all the way down, music blaring loudly through the speakers while you'd lean out of the window and feel the air hit your face, getting lost in the moment

• Eddie would watch you from the side as you did so, one arm stretching out to hold your knee so you didn't fall off

• he would be wheezing tho when you climbed back in with a disgusted expression on your face "I think I just swallowed a fly..."

• you'd watch him do his homework while laying on his bed sometimes

• "what is it?"

• "nothing. you're cute when you're concentrated."

• "don't mock me, Y/N"

• "I'm not! It's just, I don't see you like this often," you'd laugh, him groaning as a response before continuing what he was doing

• one time he was trying to cook dinner for you

• and almost burned the whole kitchen in the trailer

• now he just sticks to takeout when he wants to treat you :D

• therefore he'd also never bring lunch to school so you'd always pack him something extra just so he'd eat something instead of just chewing on some cashew nuts

• don't get me started on the hellfire shirt

• you love when he's wearing it

• it just looks so good on him

• and it'd also smell so much like him, so you'd always steal it from his closet

• but the boy goes feral everytime he sees you in his shirt

• something in him just stops working at the sight

• therefore you're never wearing it for more than about 15 minutes until it hits his bedroom floor

• whenever you both go out and leave his place together he always makes you sit down on the small steps in front of his trailer to tie your shoes, kissing your thigh while kneeling down in front of you before pulling you up and opening the door of his van for you

• such a gentleman

• however date nights aren't really date nights anymore because almost evertime one of the kids he's friends with is third wheeling you

• or all of them are

• you've practically become their parents now

• sometimes you're lucky tho and you get Steve and Robin to babysit instead

• but you love those little shitheads anyways ♡

• just like Eddie, they would be so excited everytime you joined one of their D&D campaigns

• Dustin and Mike would eagerly explain you the rules each time you got confused while Lucas would quietly give you tips for your next move

• Eddie would watch with a grin on his face while you were trying to follow each of them in between their rambling

• and now listen

• THE EYE CONTACT

• the game was just about to end and all the nerves were high up, you were the only one that could make the final move and all of the players were counting on you

• "What are you gonna do now, Queen Munson?", Eddie would speak from his dungeon master's throne, looking you in the eyes with a shit-eating grin, curious as to what your last move is gonna be

• You held the eye contact for a minute until you stood up and took the dice

• "I'm gonna hit him with a freaking fireball"

• then you threw the dice, it rolled acrossed the table until it stopped just right in front of Eddie, showing the number 20

• "SHE DID IT! SHE KILLED VECNA!", Dustin screamed, making all the other stand up and cheer as well

• You just looked at your boyfriend on the other side of the table, your look telling him everything he needed to know

• You both told the other's you'd stay behind and put everything away, so as soon as the last of them left the club room, both of you rushed to the other, teeth clashing in hasty kisses while undressing each other in a frenzy

• after that you'd go to his trailer, putting on some old vinyl of his uncle, and just swaying gently to the soft tune of the music

• you were in love and nothing else in the world could change that♡

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issa-pheonyx · 7 months

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Since you did goth yan what if you did a twist on that and did goth reader ?? 😵‍💫

Could be paired with any character but im imagining re2 leon being both really attracted to but also really scared of the reader

𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱! 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻. 𝗦𝗼, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻~👀🖤

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-Okay, to start off with people (friends and his coworkers at the department) would find it both strange, yet curious based on witnessing you guys standing together. The rookie with a goth? Now way-oh you were not joking. How the hell was he able to even talk to someone so highly different?

-Now crushing on you may have been the way you were attractively intimidating from the looks seeing how he never met someone like yourself in his life. Of course, there are trolls who have talk shit on the stereotypes which you were not phased by it (as you should💅🏽) , however the rookie cop was not having it, defending you like a guarded puppy to you

-He sees you that you are really talented and protective of your creativity amongst the arts, having strengths of independence and respect for all aesthetics even for being called a 'weirdo' for being goth, etc. He would praise and worship you for having such a unique style and do not let anyone get to you, because those who are basic or just have no taste would usually copy off or project themselves onto you, because you happily and lovingly express yourself

-As more to discuss on the being scared of you part, yes, not going to lie he was shitting bricks when he made the first move. Lets say a scenario of you being involved in a scene saving someone's life who had a knife, but you were not afraid and had the courage to fight off the bastard and wield a pocket knife like it's nothing. He thought you were scary cause how did you get him pinned and second of all what the fuck was the knife doing against his neck you could just threw it aside until the cops came

-So, yes he is scared of you cause of the 'the more you fuck around, the more you're going to find out' energy you hold and having the biggest dick energy cause goddamn you is the shit and you can pull your own weight. Sure, he had stalked caught you intruding an abandoned cathedral, because it looked so pretty outside you just want to see inside so badly. This was a good excuse for him to talk to you more and more as you both walked around, you're taking pictures and videos here and there, and he sticks around you like a damn puppy smiling as you tell him more about your style cause he is genuinely curious

-You and him developed a genuine friendship since you were usually just known as the goth instead of you as a person with other individuals/groups. Leon really wanted to get to know you more and more, but the issue is there are people who will find ways to pick on you both. Leon as the rookie cop and you as the goth crush. People would laugh at the thought of him taking a liking of you cause again you guys are opposites

-Thankfully, you would shut them down with respect, maturity, and boldness in which they immediately have their tail between their legs. Leon would try to be light and taken jokingly on their statements (even when they're genuinely rude) which pisses you off, because hey Leon that wasn't a joke they are actually being assholes. So, I guess right then and there the platonic bond turned to a romantic one-developing feelings for you, because you not only express your love and creativity for your gothic aesthetic, but more as a human being who respects those who deserve it and calls out those who are undeserving of it

-You were also developing feelings for Leon too. In denial at first thinking it could be a dumb crush and you will get over with it. But, no it was real, because he sticks with you again like a damn pup you know the routine and defends you whenever someone disrespects or criticize you. He knows you. Everything about you and knows whatever bullshit they're saying is not true. You always had defend other people who you gave so much respect only to be betrayed, because you will be always the weirdo to them. Not as (Y/N)....

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

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romeulusroy · 11 months

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Succession Preference: S/O Being A Famous Actor

Requested: The Roys with Oscar-winning movie star s/o preferences please!!! - anon

A/N: This is such a cool request!!! Thank you my love!! I hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor is so proud of you. Your career didn't take off until a little later than you expected. He's been there for everything. Every play, every musical, every indie film. When it does take off, it takes off quickly. Suddenly you're wanted on every late night show, every red carpet, every show and film. When you win your Oscar, when you make appearances in interviews, you have lots of people to thank, but the first is always Connor. He never lost faith in you even when you lost faith in yourself. You thought about quitting acting for good, but Connor always saw your potential. He always knew you'd be successful. Now that you're in such high demand, you find it hard to find time to be together. You're always wanted in LA, so he gets a place there just for the two of you. That way you can be together and still have your career. He loves to go along with you to things, making you look good in interviews, and make headlines with a passionate kiss. He's unbelievably proud of what you've accomplished and can't wait to see what you have planned next.

Kendall can't believe you're into him. He's seen you in everything and had the biggest crush on you from the beginning. You meet in a club, drinking with friends while you're shooting in NYC. You like him from the start. He makes you laugh easily and doesn't treat you like some weirdo. From then on you're inseparable. When you win your Oscar he's one of the first people you thank and he throws a huge party for you when you get home. Kendall couldn't be prouder of you. You worked so hard, you put so many hours I to your craft, you've put up with so much. You really do deserve it. He's your biggest supporter and will go on forever at interviews if they didn't stop him. You're my biggest fangirl, Ken. And he is. Everything you have a movie or show coming out he makes sure everyone in his life is watching it. You could do no wrong in his eyes, even if you're unhappy with your performance. As far as he's concerned, you're the best.

Shiv can't believe you've won an Oscar. Of course she can believe it, she tells you you're talented every single day, but seeing it in your apartment is a whole other story. She can't believe it's real. You're both very busy people with crazy hectic schedules. It's the kind of relationship you really have to make time for. Most of the time you're on opposing side of the country or even the world depending on where you're filming. You make it a point to see eachother in person at least twice a month when you're filming and call eachother every night, or morning, depending on the time difference. It's her favorite part of day, when she hears your voice. She feels like she can finally breathe when you're back, when she can hold you in her arms. This is the kind of relationship that fits her life: you're both passionate and driven in your own worlds. You're able to live your lives and have one another, too. When she joins you for press events and interviews, you're an unstoppable couple.

Roman definitely doesn't feel good enough for you. You're an Oscar winner. You've been in countless films and shows. You have the paparazzi following you wherever you go. You're famous, in a good way, a rarity in his world. He's just Roman. He feels like he doesn't deserve you, that you're too good for him. When you want to bring him to red carpet events and premiers he always has an excuse. When you tell him how much it hurts you that he doesn't want to go, he finally explains. He loves you, he loves you so much he doesn't want your career to be ruined by him. He'll mess it up like he does with everything. You remind him that you love him, that no one could ever change that. The next premier he's on your arm, posing in front of the cameras like his goofy self, making jokes to you about your co-stars. You make headlines and laugh when the headlines call him your lap dog. He loves you so much he's afraid he'll ruin it.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 5 months

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Hey there! I really like your Faust shorts. Usually I’m nervous about requesting stuff, but I wanted to ask. Do you think maybe you could do Bard and a younger fan reader who’s been helping out at helvete for a job? He calls her “little lady,” both because she’s younger and way shorter than him lol. Maybe some of her bullies come into the shop and start teasing her, but then scary tall lanky boy comes out with the scary dog energy and scars them off? And when he sees that she’s kinda upset still about what happens he offers to let her pick out the horror movie they’re gonna watch together. Just cute platonic stuff with a smug of a crush on readers side lol

My little Lady - Faust x fem!reader

warning : alcohol, cuddling, use of a knife and gun

Info : Hi hi thanks for the request anon don't be nervous the only bad thing that could happen is a ,,No". So have fun reading this and hope you and others likes it ;)

masterlist

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Helvete was the place to go if you were looking for like-minded people, weirdos, crazy people, satanists or simply a distraction.

It was a store for freaks, for people who didn't want to belong in society and didn't do so. A store that was nevertheless a home for very specific people.

A home that became a place where all the freaks could meet to be just that. Freaks. It was the store where the little lady stayed, at least that's what Faust always called her.

The younger employee who initially only helped out at the weekend was now an employee and a member of the store. At first, the boys had almost laughed at her when she came in because of her size she almost seemed to still be at school.

Although this was not the case, it was an unusual view, but by the time she proved herself on the drums and especially in her knowledge of music, she had the respect of the group. Her knowledge went so far that she only had to hear one note to know which song and band it was.

A talent that the biggest of the group, Faust, found particularly amusing. When he wasn't asleep, at home or watching horror movies, he was always in the store and a friendship soon developed between the two of them.

What started with a ,,Here, let me help you" and him taking a box from her to put it on the highest shelf usually ended with an extended evening in the store where they both listened to their favorite music.

She gave him a new knife for his birthday and he gave her a pair of boots with heels. Heels that made her a little taller, but not quite enough to even come close to her.

But she loved these boots and wore them almost every day, even on the day the door to the store opened and a certain group came in. Great, she thought as she looked up from the box of new records.

It was the new print of the Venom album and many would be coming in tomorrow so she wanted to get everything ready. But when she saw exactly who was standing in the doorway, she had to stifle a frustrated cry.

,,Well, if it isn't the freak," she heard the leader of her "friends" say, and she hadn't been able to get rid of the three of them since she had left the church.

She had met the three of them at the church and when she started wearing a little more black, well, Satan always shows himself in the strangest places.

,,If you want to buy something, make it otherwise," she tried, trying to suppress the fear and discomfort in her voice. But as the three approached her, she slowly moved away, wanting to escape, wanting to stop being the victim.

,,Oh, we're buying... only the customer service isn't that good, is it, boys?" he asked and suddenly the other two began to take the records out of their packaging and smash them. Their pleas and screams to stop stopped as the oldest of the three approached them.

She pushed hard with her back against the corner and her fear showed when he slid his fingers to her earrings. ,,It would be a shame to lose it," he murmured and placed his fingers on the upturned cross earring. ,,Don't do that," she said, her voice brittle and full of fear that he would tear her earring off.

Tears formed in her eyes as she watched more records being destroyed, the pain in her ear intensifying. Before suddenly footsteps could be heard from the cellar.

They sounded heavy and the steps creaked under the older man. ,,If I were you, you go now!" he hissed and she saw the knife flash in his hand as he looked at the three of them from behind his hair. ,,And what if you don't?" one of the three asked and threw a record at the larger one.

But Faust caught it and threw it so precisely that the edge cut the little one. ,,I'm... bleeding," he said firmly and backed away slowly, while the other fled, cursing as Faust pointed the knife at him.

,,What, are you going to kill me?" the leader asked, letting go of the young woman and walking towards the taller one, who towered over him. But Faust just smirked before grabbing the smaller one by the collar and pulling him towards him.

The coldness of the knife lay against the younger man's throat. ,,Do you want to find out?" he asked and saw the fear slowly forming in his gaze as he tore himself away and ran out screaming.

Before the door closed and Faust instantly lost the creepy energy. But in all of this she felt the rapid beating of her heart, which she knew was not only due to her fear.

Perhaps she had developed a little crush on him in all this time. But above all, he had her gratitude. ,,Thank you... Faust," she said and threw her arms around him, hugging the taller one, who lifted her up with a smile and twirled around slightly.

,,Come on, little lady, pick a movie and I'll make some popcorn...no one should say you were afraid of them," he said with a grin and went into the professional kitchen before she settled into the beanbag and decided on Halloween.

Already feeling much more relaxed watching the beginning, she soon felt the bowl of popcorn in her lap. ,,I couldn't have made a better choice, little lady," he said, slapping her lightly on the arm before he took some popcorn and she leaned against him before they both enjoyed the movie together.

But inside they both knew that they would give their lives to the other. They would look out for each other...they always would.

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#lord of chaos 2018 #loc 2018 #valter skarsgård #loc faust #lords of chaos faust #faust x reader #lords of chaos faust x reader

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sliceofcake-cupoftea · 1 year

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The Tanuki Yokai

Request: @edenshiba Hi! I saw that your request is open so, can i request hyuga x Rocky's little sister oneshot? Like, she sneaks out from their house and ended up at daruma's territory and hyuga meet her at his casino? It would be great if you get this message and create this. Thank you for reading

Character(s): Hyuga (x reader), Rocky

Plot Line: Your elder brother had always been protective of you. Always. Especially with how sickly and ill you often got. However, Rocky wasn't here to help you, not this time.

Warnings: Suicide, Attempted murder, violence, bullying, nudity, mature content

You understood your brother’s worries. You really did.

Afterall you couldn’t imagine how hard it was for him to see you all that way. Your mother and elder sister hanging by their necks in the living room while you laid there unmoving on the couch; an empty bottle of pills your mother had crushed into your food on the coffee table.

It was a miracle you survived. An absolute miracle the doctors said.

So, it was no wonder Rocky was so protective of you.

Especially as the miracle didn’t help your fragile health from the aftermath of the attempted suicide. The pills had damaged your stomach and liver causing you to have an intolerance for many foods. Even the slightest change or new thing from your usual diet could make you sick to the point you even threw up blood.

However, the foods you ate could hardly count as nutritional. Your biggest challenge right now was getting enough Vitamin C, the acidic foods too much for your stomach lining. It made you frail. So much so it causes you to catch illnesses quite often or to be just straight malnutrition.

It made sense for your brother to worry.

Especially in a time like this one.

You shouldn't have listened to those girls you met in your college lecture when they offered to hang out with you this weekend. You should have been able to tell something was off by the giggles they made under their breaths as they spoke. But, you couldn’t do anything about it now.

Not when you were stuck in the rain in a forest south of Rascals territory. The girls having run off with your jacket and phone. Leaving you in just your thin sundress and purse, both dripping wet. You hadn’t really dressed for the weather, thinking you would be inside at a mall.

Another cough rips through you as you continue to trudge through the forest, hoping the dirt path you were following was heading north back to civilization. Especially as your coughs kept getting more and more painful. Your throat feeling as if it was on fire as tears stung at your eyes.

“What the hell…?” As you bring a hand up to cover another cough that rips through you, you turn your blurry gaze up from the path. Seeing a group of men and women staring at you, confused yet disgusted looks on their faces. All of them dressed up in fancy jewels and clothes. A stark contrast to your muddy and soaked white dress that stuck to you like a second skin.

“Fricking weirdo,” One of the male’s murmurs, flicking his cigarette and crushing it under his foot, “Let’s just get inside.”

Attempting to catch your breath, you lean against the bark of a tree, watching as the group seems to follow a much larger gravel path leading up to an old shrine temple. Though, as you continued to stare at the shrine, you knew it was likely nothing of the sort. The iconic red and white jackets of the men guarding the front of it are a dead giveaway of what it truly was.

The Daruma Ikka Base.

Shit.

An horrendous cough spills out of you, nearly bringing up to your knees as your legs shake. The cold chill of the wind rattling your bones, making them ache with every millimeter of movement. Though, it is on the last one, that you knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

Through tear covered lashes, you pull your hand away from your mouth to see the ever so slight scarlet stain on your palm. While not huge or panic worthy, it was a sign your body was not reacting well with your extended exposure with the elements. If you continued like this, you would surely fall ill.

“Isn’t that…?”

You understood it was a terrible decision–an absolutely god awful one–but you really had no other choice. You knew from the stares of the Daruma members out front as you passed them that they had an inkling of an idea of who you were. At least a suspicion you were associated with the White Rascals. But you had to continue on.

You had to.

Especially as you take a shivering sigh of relief when the door of the base shuts behind you, enveloping you in the warmth of the building. While the high amount of smoke causes a few coughs to rip their way through you, causing guests and members alike to stare at you as you pass, you ignore it. Afterall your soaked and shivering form was a sight to see for the people of Daruma Ikka.

Honestly, it would only be a matter of time before–

“Rocky would have a heart attack if he could see you right now.”

There he was. You knew that voice. Of course, you did.

“Hyuga…” You murmur, seeing the leader of Daruma Ikka in front of you. Likely having just gotten off his throne to see what had caused Rocky’s precious younger sister to show up at his gambling den like this.

“You’re in awful shape, Bake-danuki.” While your eyebrows furrow at the strange nickname, you knew better than to question the crazy leader of Daruma. Instead letting him do as he pleases as he brings a hand up to grab your chin. While he was not harsh, he was also not gentle in his method of tilting your face up to look at him, “Very awful shape.”

You watch as his eyes seem to trail across your face–almost as if he was examining you with those hazy eyes of his–before stopping at your lips. His hand shifts, bringing up a thumb to touch your lips and you nearly freeze as he rubs across the surface of them.

What was he doing?

Thankfully you didn’t have to wait long to know as Hyuga pulls his hand away, his thumb covered in scarlet from the crimson liquid that stained your lips. You wince as he pops the finger into his mouth, seeming to hum as he confirmed that it was what he thought it was.

“Well…” Hyuga starts as he finally takes his thumb out of his mouth, looking at you in a lazy manner, “as much as I would love to brawl with your brother today…”

He stretches, walking away suddenly to one of the members. Without even asking, Hyuga pulls the jacket off of their shoulders and makes his way back. You watch with uneasy eyes as he places the stolen jacket around your shoulder, patiently fixing it so that it fully envelopes your figure. Even pulling the fabric forward and folding it over your shivering hands that you held clutched to your chest before continuing, “I just opened this gambling den today and I would rather not have those Rascals destroying my gang’s months of hard work. At least, not on opening day.”

A smirk envelopes his lips as grabs a fist full of the jacket in the front, “Perhaps another day.”

Without another word, Hyuga begins to walk, almost dragging your figure along by the front of your jacket as he leads you. Thankfully for your shaking and aching form, the young man seems to be a rather slow walker; in practically no rush to get you to wherever he was leading you.

As you enter another room, seeming to be someone’s bedroom, Hyuga calls out one more order before disappearing from sight, “Oi, sit on the futon over there after taking off your shoes. Don’t go anywhere.”

What a strange man, you can’t help but think as you follow Hyuga’s order. Kicking off your muddy shoes and peeling off your socks, you slowly make your way to the futon bed. It doesn’t take you long to realize whose it likely was. From the empty can of beer and Kiseru by the side, you had no doubt this was Hyuga’s.

“Oi,” Turning your head around at the call, you see Hyuga had reentered the room. In his hands he carried a bucket of water, seeming hot by the steam wafting from it, and a handful of towels, “I thought I told you to sit.”

“I–” You start, contemplating whether or not to argue with him, “I didn’t want to get your bed… dirty.”

Your voice trails off at the end as Hyuga lazily walks over, plopping down the bucket on the ground allowing some of the water to spill over onto the bed and wooden floor. Why were you even surprised at this point?

With a sigh, you take a seat on the bed as Hyuga sits across from you cross legged on the ground. One of his knees grazing against your own as he places the towels into the bucket. Allowing them to soak for a moment.

“Hey,” Hyuga suddenly says, his voice losing that usual sharp edge of it, “Do you think you could clean yourself?”

You contemplate his question for a moment. Bringing out one of your hands that were still shaking furiously and attempting to move your fingers. You wince at the aching feeling in them and slowly lock eyes with Hyuga, the young male watching you through lidded eyes, before shaking your head.

He sighs for a moment and brings his neck back to stretch it as curses slip out underneath his breath.

“Well… then I’m going to need you…” He takes a moment to wet his lips as he looks at you, “…to take off your dress.”

“Oh.” A pause resounds throughout the room as Hyuga waits, his eyes still piercing into your own, which had long drifted to the ground, “...Okay.”

It was surprisingly anti-climatic if you were going to be honest. For the fact no one had seen you naked except for your mother, you expected this big, insane, moment to happen. Especially as your mind went wild with ideas. True, your heart was practically beating out of your chest and you jumped slightly every time Hyuga’s hand accidentally touched your skin whenever he dragged the cloth against your body. But, it wasn’t as if he stared or touched you. Even with your bare breasts right out in the open for him to look at, his gaze never drifted too far from his objective of cleaning the mud and rain from your skin.

“Don’t worry,” Hyuga suddenly says, breaking the silence that was thick between you two since he started. An ever so slight chuckle escaping him, “I won’t tell your brother.”

“That’s…That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“I know.” Hyuga seems to finally finish his cleaning as he tosses the dirty towel back into the bucket, “But, you have nothing to worry about it. You're not like one of the Oiran outside, I’m not going to touch you like that.”

Perhaps it was because you were delirious. Perhaps it was because you were straight ignorant. But, the words tumble out of your mouth before you can even contemplate their meaning.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did—”

Thankfully you caught yourself at the last moment, realizing what you had just asked of Hyuga, but the damage had already been done. A wide smirk seeming to catch on Hyuga’s lips as he throws his head back, this time louder curses leaving his lips as he attempts to ground himself. As he swings his head back around, his smirk grows wider at your bashful expression.

“Mischievous, Bake-danuki,” Hyuga teases, bringing up a hand to pull at your nose. The action causing you to squeak as you quickly escape and bring a hand up to cover your nose in disbelief, “Almost as bad as the Kitsune. I wish I knew of this side sooner or I wouldn’t have sent someone to grab that brother of yours. Shit.”

He brings a hand up to run over the scrub of his facial hair, stretching his jaw as he sighs. This time his eyes fully traveling your body as he pleased, seeming to soak in what he saw.

“Shit.” He curses once more, “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

You can’t help but giggle as Hyuga lounges lazily on his side and lets out a heavy sigh. His mischievous smirk returns, this time a promise attached with it.

“Maybe next time I rumble with the Tanuki, I’ll kidnap their precious Bake-danuki. That will be a great prize.”

His eyes trail up to look into yours,

“You free tomorrow to get kidnapped?”

#high and low fic #high and low x reader #high & low #high and low #h&l #high&low #high and low hyuga #high&low hyuga #high&low x reader

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drunkenbagel · 1 year

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Enchanted to meet you - Part 2

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Spanish f!reader Contents: slow burn, a bit of strong language/swearing, mentions of alcohol and drunk behaviour, implied sexual ambiance/tension but not actual smut. Word count: 3,1k A/N: I had some issues with my acc, which got deleted (and all of my posts/likes/etc🥲) but I'm back! anyways, here is the second part to the story! hope you like it :) Taglist: @canpillowscry @lxdyred (thank you so much for reading! <3) Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

You sighed while picking up your things from your work table and started heading to the elevator.

“Nora, it's not like that. I think you're taking it a little out of context.”

“What?! You're telling me that somehow befriending Pedro fucking Pascal isn't that big of a deal to you? Is that what it is? What the hell has New York done to you?”

“I'm not saying that! It's just- I don't think I am his public friend anyway.” You sighed again. “He's a celebrity, and I'm just a regular girl. Hell, I'm sure he sees me as his kid. He actually calls me kid, Nora. And I just happen to have the biggest crush on this man! Do you know how embarrassing that is?”

“Well, you got me there. But what if he's faking it and he likes you too? You may have a chance. You can still manifest your way into this man's ass anyway.”

You snorted loudly, and some people on the hall gave you a weird look.

“You always know how to cheer me up, that is a fact.”

“And I'm also the funniest, best sibling you ever had” she said laughing too.

“You are literally my only sibling, Nora. You're my rant dump. The best racoon, maybe. I could give you that title.”

“Are you kidding me? You know I love racoons. They're my favorite beings. And they are so funny too. I actually feel weirdly honored.”

It had been a little more than four months since you met Pedro, and the two of you had been getting closer. In the first month of knowing each other, much to your surprise, he gave you his personal number, and since then you started exchanging text messages almost constantly. Especially since you didn't saw each other again apart from a couple times at the beginning of your friendship, because he had a lot of work and had to travel back and forth. Schedules are real shitty sometimes, more since yours both didn't exactly coincide.

The elevator made a small sound and the doors opened.

“You know that I-”

Your face fell and you froze as you saw the secretary speaking with someone that looked an awful lot like Pedro. You instinctively hid behind a wall on a random hallway.

“y/n? You alright?”

“He's here.”

“What? Who are you-”

“He is here. At my work! What is he doing here?” you whisper-shouted while cautiously looking at him again. There was a brief silence on the other line.

“You mean to tell me that Pedro showed up at your work? Out of the blue?”

“Yes! He was supposed to be in Canada for some filming or some shit! Oh my god, what do I do?”

“Eres tonta?” Nora said. “Go talk to him like a normal person, estúpida! I bet you're hiding somewhere now.” (Are you dumb?)

You straightened and looked around as if you could see your sister looking at you.

“I fucking knew it” she said, and you heard her laughing on the other line.

“Shut up! You know this kind of things make me anxious. What do I do now? I look like shit, Nora.” You looked at your reflection on a nearby sign and started to fix your hair a little. “What is he even doing here? Why not tell me he was coming?”

“It's something called a surprise, y/n. You show up uninvited.”

“Ha-ha” you mockingly laughed. “What should I tell him? How do I react? I don't want him thinking I'm a big weirdo by making things awkward or something.”

“Just talk to him, for starters!” she scolded you.

“About what?! Hey, funny seeing you here, do you want to hang out? No! I don't think we can be seen in public without him being recognized, and less with me. Go somewhere closed? Same thing. And I can't take him to my shitty house, that place is a fucking dump and you know it.”

“Okay, okay. Breathe, y/n. Please.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled it. “Good. Now, maybe he just wanted to say hello, and go about his day. You're getting a bit ahead of yourself.”

“I know, I know. Okay, I'll just... Casually go out. I guess?”

“Good. And keep me updated right away or I'll call the cops.”

You laughed while shaking your head. Oh how you loved her.

“Thank you. Talk later. Bye!”

“Bye, you dumbass” she said, and hung up before you could say anything else.

You looked into your reflection again, and went to the exit as if you didn't see him in the first place. Only when you got out, he wasn't there anymore. You frowned. Maybe I just imagined it? You shook your head, and went to the door, when the secretary called your name.

“y/n! Here, Ashley told me to give you these reports for Monday. Oh, and by the way, there is someone waiting for you over there” he said, pointing towards the small book aisle that was on the waiting room.

You then saw him standing there in between shelves, looking through some books. You couldn't help a small smile from appearing in your lips.

“Thanks, Carter. See you next week” you said, waving at him while you walked to Pedro. You stood behind him, and he was so concentrated on the books that he didn't hear you approaching.

“Hm, Cien años de soledad, good book.”

He instantly whipped his head to your direction, a little startled, but when he saw your face he smiled widely.

“Hey!” he said, and grabbed you by your shoulders to give you a brief side hug.

“Hello. What are you doing here? I though you worked.”

“Yeah well, we finished a bit earlier than expected and I don't have to go back until Tuesday, so I wanted to surprise you. I hope that's okay.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure. I just- I don't know if you wanted to...” be seen with me? “Anyways, fancy a drink? I sure as hell could use one. Or two”

“Oh, hell yes” he groaned.

“Good, because I know a good Irish pub just in this street.”

“Después de tí, señorita. You lead the way” he said while bowing slightly. (After you, young lady.)

After a bit of small talk and a 5 minute walk, you two walked into McCarthy's, your favourite pub ever. You had gone a couple of times with Ana and some friends there. Had a whole lot of good alcohol too.

You sat on a table that was a bit hidden from the rest, and you thanked Marcus for that. The kind bartender had been your friend since you started being a regular here. You two even dated for a while back then, but in the end you both preferred to stay as friends. Also, the amount of times he had to drive you home drunk was a bit embarassing.

After what seemed to be the shortest time of laughing and drinking, Marcus approached your table.

“Hey lass, we're closing. You need a ride?” he asked while putting a cloth on his shoulder.

“Already? Thanks for telling me, Marcus” you said, words a bit slurred, clearly a bit drunk. “Don't worry, I can walk home”

“You sure? I don't mind driving you, you already know that.”

“Yeah I'll-”

“I'll go with her.”

You two turned to look at Pedro, who had been awfully quiet during your coversation. Marcus stared at him for a little while, and then at you.

“Wolf?”

“Rabbit. Soft, white rabbit” you answered laughing, remembering the code names you made back then. He wanted to know if he was bothering you or if you were okay with that. He was such a caring friend. Pedro just looked at you two back and forth, without understanding. He didn't know why that interaction bothered him, but it did.

“Alright, then I'll have to ask you to leave like the rest so I can close up for the night.”

You two picked up your things, and on the way out, Pedro got ahead of you to open the door. You stopped briefly to say goodbye to Marcus before leaving.

“Always nice seeing you ‘round here, lass. Take care, please” he said.

“Thanks, Marc” you said, bringing him closer to give him a hug. After that, you kissed his cheek, and left off to the door. You didn't notice, but Pedro was clenching his jaw for the whole time, for a reason unknown to him too.

After a small silent walk, you went to reach for your phone, and in the process you realized your keys where missing.

“Shit. Please, no, no, no...” you muttered while frantically searching your bag.

“What happened?” Pedro asked, a little worried. “You alright?”

You sighed, defeated.

“I left my keys at work. And they are obviously more than closed right now. And until Monday” you said, groaning loudly. “Joder! I will have to call a locksmith, and then make copies of keys... Shit, this month is going to suck so fucking bad.” (Fuck!)

“You could stay at my place.” The words left Pedro's mouth before he could stop them, and he panicked for a second. You froze too, feeling your already alcohol-warm cheeks heating up. Did he just say that? You raised your eyes to meet his.

“Are- Are you sure? I don't want to disturb you.”

“C’mon, kid. I have some free days and an empty home. Besides, we could continue the party there if you're up for it.”

“Oh, like you could handle it?” you said, challenging.

“I know damn well I can” he answered, now widely smiling.

“¿Me estás retando?” you asked. (Are you challenging me?)

“Oh, sí.” (Oh, yes.)

“Then it's on.”

When you arrived there, you started drinking basically a bit of everyhthing on Pedro's shelves, and it ended with the two of you being very drunk. You had drank quite a lot more, never backing up on the challenge, even when he told you that you had already won, while trying not to piss his pants because you had slipped and fell to the floor.

“I know I won! I always do” you said, laughing as you got up.

“Okay, kid, you win. Now let's get you to bed” he said while still laughing, also visibly drunk. He took your hand to lead you, and you felt sparks just from that touch. “It's one of my guest rooms, so you don't have to worry about anything. You have spare chargers on the drawer by the bed, and in the bathroom are also spare hygiene things if you need them.”

“Y’have any clothes?”

“Ah, yes. Wait a moment” he said, and stumbled a bit to his room next door. Meanwhile you tried to take your shoes and pants off on your own, but given that you were heavily drunk, it was quite a challenge. Pedro arrived short after with a shirt and some plaid pajama bottoms.

“Here” he said, leaving the clothes beside you in bed. You then tried to take off your sweater, but it got stuck on your head. You heard Pedro laughing, but he helped you get out of it. He folded it the best he could, and went to leave it on the chair beside the bed. “I'll leave this here for-”

He turned around, but you were right behind him. So close. Only in your underwear. His laugh faltered, and he shallowed hard, feeling his head spin.

“Pedro” you whimpered, while tugging at his shirt. He could feel his heart thundering in his ears. He knew he was attracted to you, but you never gave him any clue that it was reciprocal.

He saw you moving your lips, saying something, but the loud sound of his own beating heart didn't let him hear what you said. You tugged again at his shirt. He instinctively started to take his shirt off. Was this happening? Was this really going to happen?

Without breaking eye contact, you took the shirt, and reached for the clasp of your bra. He closed his eyes and shallowed again. Okay, Pedro, calm down. Blindly and not wanting to intrude you, he took off his jeans. He then felt you taking his hand and leading him to bed. When his leg touched the matress, he opened his eyes and found you looking back at him, but you were wearing his shirt on. Wait-

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him towards you, collapsing on the bed. Pedro tried to avoid falling with his full weight on you, but you were hanging off of him for dear life.

“Warm” you whispered sleepily, clutching his head onto your chest. He radiated a lot of heat, and you found that very comforting. That's why you asked him for the shirt he was wearing. Now you were using him as your personal heater.

“Wait, y/n- I think I-”

You shushed him, and when he realized what was going on, he let out a small laugh. Without getting out of your grasp, he took the duvet and covered you two with it. Then, he accomodated himself on top of you, since you didn't seem to be letting him go anytime soon. You were also warm, and within a few minutes, he fell asleep too.

You woke up some hours later, with a dry mouth and a proper headache. You also felt your chest heavier than usual, so you opened your eyes briefly, and saw Pedro laying on your chest. Ah, it's just him.

Wait.

You opened your eyes abruptly this time, looking at him again. He had his arms around your waist, and you had yours in his hair. You the realized that you had only his yesterday's shirt on, and with one brief look below the covers, you saw that he was practically naked too. You frantically tried to remember last night's events, but you only remembered getting into his house. Then, all blank. Oh no, what the hell did I do?! Did you just ruin the brief but amazing friendship you had? Did you two had sex?

You then started making your way out of the bed, trying not to wake Pedro. You picked up your phone and made your way into the kitchen. Your body was sore as hell. While you poured a big water glass on the sink, you dialed Nora's number. She picked up at the fourth tone.

“Hello?”

“La he cagado. Monumentalmente.” (I fucked up. Tremedously.)

“¿Qué has hecho? ¿Estás bien?” she asked, sounding a bit worried. (What did you do? Are you okay?)

“I think I had sex with Pedro.”

There was a small silence. “What do you mean 'you think'? Did you or not?”

“I don't remember, Nora! I just- We drank a lot yesterday, and I woke up with only his shirt, on my underwear, and him practically naked too! I am freaking out!” you whisper-screamed while running your hand over your hair.

“Oh shit” she laughed. “You two had sex!”

“Don't laugh! I don't know what to do, he is-”

You felt two hands snake around your waist, and a raspy voice say good morning, beautiful into your neck. You froze, and ended the call.

“Hi” you said in a whisper.

“Did you have a good sleep?”

“Y-yeah... You?”

“Definitely. After last night's, I slept like a baby.”

You shallowed. Oh no. So you two really had sex. Sounded like very good sex. And you didn't remember! Fuck. The universe was taunting you.

What you didn't know was that Pedro woke up as soon as you left the room, following you to the kitched without you noticing. And, of course, heard the whole conversation. He then had the wickedest idea, and wanted to test you on how far you'd go without telling him what you really thought.

“What do you say? Do you wanna go again? Or are you too sore? I hope I wasn't too harsh on you.”

“No, I'm...” he kissed the back of your neck, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. “I'm fine”

“Good, then...”

He turned you around and lifted you by your thighs, forcing you to cling your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. You let out a small yelp, and buried your head in his neck as he carried you into the bedroom again. Your heart was beating very fast, and you thought it was going to pop out any moment now.

He laid you down on the bed, and trying to contain the laughter, he lowered his forehead to touch yours.

“Are you sure you're okay? You're a little tense.”

“Yes” you answered, a little too fast. It took everything in him not to burst laughing, and he tried to cover it by leaving small pecks on your neck. You sighed at the feeling, but tensed up again when he started lowering his mouth. One of his hands started to lift your shirt over your hips when you couldn't take it anymore.

“Stop! Stop please. I can't do it” you said, pushing him and getting off the bed.

“What? You can't do what?” he said, trying not to break character.

“I just- I cannot pretend anymore. I'm sorry if something happened, but I don't remember shit about yesterday and I'm proper freaking out right now. I don't want to ruin our friendship based on some drunk decision, and-”

You stopped talking when he suddenly burst out laughing. You looked at him in confusion.

“What? What's so funny?”

“y/n... Your- Your face-” he said, wheezing.

“Stop fucking laughing! I'm serious.”

“Nothing happened, love. I was just messing with you. I wanted to see how far you'd go.”

“Wha- But you were... I-I am... And you said...”

“I know what I said” he answered, wiping his tears. “I heard you on the phone”

You felt your cheeks burn.

“All of it?”

“All of it.”

“And you were going to let me do this, you fucking asshole?” you said, hitting him with a pillow.

“Ow! You think I'd let you? That hurts my feelings” he said, while fake pouting.

“Oh, I'm going to hurt you, Pedro. Te voy a matar!” (I'm going to kill you!)

You started hitting him repeatedly with said pillow, until both of you were laughing and panting on the bed.

After that, the bond between you two grew stronger, now going from friends who only texted to best friends who chatted, video called and saw each other at any chance they had. You had no idea how everything in your life was going to change.

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flanpucci · 1 month

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I already talked about why I love Pucci on a logical sort of level but I didn't get in depth about what I think and feel about him as a character and why he stuck with me enough to get him permanently tattooed on my skin so I'm gonna get into it a little bit. Feel free to skip this one because it's not really analysis and delves a tiny bit into interpretation/headcanon so I guess it's more blogposting than anything.

To be honest although I really liked his design and the cool black representation he is, and Whitesnake was instantly my favorite stand, I didn't like him right away, I thought he was a little bit of a weirdo in his introduction scene with Miraschon, and it took some time for him to grow on me. His design and themes land right in the middle of stuff I've been interested in since forever (Christianity, the moon, space, technology, arts, science...) so of course I had an interest in him. I remember that I really liked the fact that even though he's a priest he's knee deep in the occult with the green baby and making Foo Fighters etc, I thought that was super interesting. It took me til the end of the part to root for him, and then when he was defeated, I realized that I wasn't as happy as I should have been lol.

I guess one of the first reasons why I was touched by Pucci on a personal level is that I felt really strongly empathic towards him, and his behavior and actions just let me feel like I caught a glimpse of his many emotions inside, even though he has a thick facade. For example, his loneliness felt very real to me. Having lost most of his family, and his dear ones by his own fault, them being taken away from him, him choosing to live a celibate life in the clergy, shutting himself in a prison for the biggest part of his life... His self inflicted suffering just saddened me a lot deep down inside. He's also got big existential dread, wondering about the greater purpose of his life from his childhood. Isn't this something that touches everyone at some point?

But not many people have their entire beliefs about their existence and identity crushed at a young age in their life. Pucci, when his brother is found out to be alive, has everything that he built himself upon, his justification for being alive, completely shattered. It then turns into tragedy, yet he seems to find a little hope and comfort with Dio, only for them to be crushed again when he dies. And then he holds on to this impossible grief for 22 whole years, unable to accept that his fate in this world is to suffer so much loss. We don't see him sad after his sister died, we don't see him cry or flinch. Living his life in this manner, he surely had to have a lot of pent up emotion, which he surely dealt with by dissociating them from himself and pushing them onto Whitesnake. But not entirely, it's a little 'see-through'. When you think of it, he's amongst the most 'perfect' characters in the series, he's superior, composed, poised, tightly upkept, articulate. He has both an advantage in status and seniority in age over almost everyone in the part. He seems to be well adjusted and respected by people working in the prison, and in the city. Yet he's also very faillible, often prone to panic, he begs for his life at multiple times. Scenes like the frog scene where he slips and messes up the prime number count because there are frogs on his expensive pants make him reek of humanity when otherwise he could easily feel 'out of reach' and inhuman because of how superior he is (like let's say, Kars is, which is a lot of his appeal though!). Same when I recently discovered his watch is worth several thousand dollars. It felt like peeking into his true self right through the wall of righteousness that he built to protect himself and further the plan. His bad sides and inclination towards cardinal sins are really fun to watch and try to notice. That's also why I don't like when people pass him off as a good person, because to me he's really not, he wouldn't be half as interesting if he was! But he's not completely evil either, and as Weather tells him, being so sure that his evil is necessary for a greater purpose is what makes it even more heart breaking to me.

On top of that, his quirks and unique traits make him both very endearing and relatable, especially if you happen to have similar ones! In my case counting has been my primary means of shutting down anxiety attacks for years now, and when I saw him do it too, I automatically felt really drawn to him. Same goes for his ramblings in the worst moments, they made him really stand out, and I felt drawn to him because of some examples he used that hit close to my interests. If you've read my other analysis maybe you know that I tend to interpret him as autistic and so this hits close to home too. In the same manner, the fact that such a cool and powerful character grew up with a canon disability (in his foot) made me feel happy as a disabled person.

There are scenes where he expresses love and devotion very directly and in a raw way, which is very rare, and was also surprising because of how indirect he usually is to make a point... His love for Dio however you wish to interpret the nature of it is deep and sincere and rooted in both despair towards his impossible situation and the hope that maybe another miracle could occur and turn things around for him. I thought the evolution of the way he talks about Dio was really interesting and it moved me to see him very attached to his dear friend. Also the scenes with Dio let us see how sweet and interested he is when he's with someone he gets along with, and how different Dio behaved towards him made me like Dio a lot more too.

When I watched Stone Ocean I had just finished The Outer Wilds and FFXIV Endwalker, and in a way these 3 pieces of media hit the same nerve in me. I was thinking a lot about the purpose of existence and the end of the universe, so I really wanted Pucci to fulfill his potential and go as far as he could, taking the entire universe with him, breaking every rule of his world and becoming bigger than the story itself. It's still how I see him and why I admire him a lot. I was very shaken by his death and the part it played in the entire series. In a sense I get the feeling that he was obsessed with destiny because he knew he was created to do something, and he was right, he was created by Araki only to suffer his horrible backstory, to have everything taken from him. But his extraordinary inability to accept it pushed him to break the wall of the story and try to subtract himself from it, while opening everyone's eyes on the cruelty of the (fictional?) world they live in, and giving humanity the possibility to be at peace with it. The first time I saw the ending, I was completely crushed by the weight Araki put on him, making his total erasure from the world the only condition for everyone's life to suddenly become better, almost perfect. I was disgusted that it was expected from me to be happy that the world was finally rid of him when it all started with an impossible to predict chain of events. Now that I look back at the ending, I think maybe I misunderstood it, and I've decided to believe that he maybe was freed from the curse that was his existence in the story, and that he took upon him many of all the 'wrong' that was in the original world, making it all right for the other characters. I hope Perla is happy in the new universe... Even though this is probably just delusional coping...

Although I feel sorry for Pucci and wish he could have solved his problems differently, I'm glad the story is sad as it is because otherwise I wouldn't have felt so deeply for him. In a sense I felt his pain so strongly that I was instantly drawn emotionally to find a way to 'solve' his situation, he's like I tormented soul that I have to appease, and that's why I pick up a pen and draw, write, or spread love and wholesomeness. That's also why I draw him peaceful or sleeping most of the time, why I bring my plushie to see nice things 😔🫶 I also get a lot of different feelings coming from Araki's way of drawing him throughout the part, and I think Pucci was a character that Araki learned to love and understand along the way too, instead of liking him from the start like he did Dio or Jolyne, but he probably was a lot to handle even for him lol.

Jojo's been one of my favorite mangas for more than 7 years now and I'm so glad Pucci was the last boss for it, embodying and carrying in him the legendary Dio without being overshadowed by such a legendary character, while giving the story and Dio's character the last missing piece of the puzzle to truly tie things up nicely. Saying goodbye to him and to Stone Ocean after watching it also meant saying goodbye to the universe that I had loved and enjoyed for many years so it was bittersweet. In any case he's the peak, the climax, the strongest and has permanently changed the course of one of the best mangas in existence with his actions, and I take a lot of pride in my taste and the fact that my favorite character is the one who did all that haha 😫

And lastly I'd like to say that even if it's not really related to Pucci as a character, this last year that I've been active in fandom, liking him as pushed me to develop my skills, I started drawing, got back into writing, went on trips cause I wanted an excuse to bring him to the Louvre, go out of my way and explore new places when I made that collection of pictures representing the 14 words, made friends, I'm going to Japan soon and I'll be bringing him with me to meet them, he has fueled my imagination and given me more inspiration than I've ever felt, and I'm forever grateful for that. It is not easy nowadays to feel very intense positive emotions, life can be stressful and tiring, so I'm thankful that liking him has given me the push I needed to start doing many new things, interest myself in the wonders of the world, go to church, explore my city, go see art, travel, feed my mind with knowledge and beauty. Heck I even listened to that Handel's CD, it was wonderful. And read an essay on prime numbers when I have math dyslexia!?

I don't know how much deeper I can get without sounding completely off my rocker so I'll leave you guys here, hope you enjoyed and feel free to tell me how you relate to your favorite characters and how much they mean to you!

Fame redraw for illustration by me~

#enrico pucci #pucci #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #stone ocean #jojo #wild as fuck post #i might be crazy #as you can see i dont relate at all with being an obsessive person too /s

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Jaehyun Finally Admits his Feelings

You and Jaehyun have been friends for what feels like forever. You two have always felt very comfortable around each other and over time you two have become inseparable. You guys were always together and when you finally stopped to think about it one day, it really shocked you. You weren’t the type to spend too much time with anyone for too long, you really valued your alone time. But being with Jaehyun was different then being with anyone else.

Being friends with Jaehyun meant that you were also friends with his friends. You were the closest to Johnny and considered him one of your best friends along with Jaehyun. Johnny always made little comments towards you and Jaehyun, insinuating that he was just waiting for you guys to finally admit your feelings for each other. Every time Johnny did this, you just laughed it off. You had no clue that every time you did that, Jaehyun’s heart would break a little.

You had no idea that Jaehyun liked you, and you had never thought of him in that way. This was not because you were oblivious, you were actually really good at picking up on hints, but Jaehyun did absolutely everything to ensure that you never found out about his crush. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin his precious friendship with you. He really cherished it because it is so rare that you find someone you are so comfortable with. Someone who you can be your true self around no matter what. Johnny didn’t even know about Jaehyun’s feelings, Johnny just says those things to mess with you guys.

Two nights ago Jaehyun had a dream while he was sleeping. It was one of those dreams that feels so real and a part of him wasn’t even sure that it was a dream at first. He had dreamt that you and him were slow dancing in the living room to a song that you both loved. That’s all he could remember when he woke up but the thought of it filled his heart so much love and joy.

This dream was in the back of his mind all day long. Every time it popped back up in his mind he couldn’t help but have the biggest smile on his face. He made the mistake of doing this around Johnny.

“Why are you so smiley?” Johnny asked

Jaehyun came back to reality. “huh?”

“Your walking around with huge grin on you face. You look like a weirdo”

“I’m not allowed to be happy?”

“No, you are, but I want to know why your so happy.”

Usually Jaehyun would just divert the conversation, but for the first time he actually really wanted to tell Johnny everything. So he did.

Johnny stared at Jaehyun with a shocked smile on his face.

“I don’t know why you are so shocked Johnny, your the one that’s always saying that we should just admit out feelings for each other!”

He laughs, taken aback, “I was just joking! I would have never said those things if I knew this! Does y/n feel the same way?”

“No, and she probably never will.”

“Woah wait don’t say that. Your a great guy and she clearly loves you, she’s been your friend for years now.”

“Yeah but I’ve spent the last 3 of those years trying everything I can to make sure she never found out about my feelings towards her.”

“3 years?! No wonder a dream made you break. You have it bad for her dude. You have to tell her.”

“I know.” Jaehyun says unsure of how he could possibly tell you his true feelings.

Two days later you are getting ready at your place to go out to dinner with Jaehyun. You two tried to have dinner together at least twice a week. This was getting harder because of Jaehyun’s busy schedule but he always made time for you. He came to pick you up and drive you guys to the restaurant. Immediately you could tell something was off. It was almost as if he was nervous. You figured it was something to do with work and he would probably tell you once you get in the restaurant so you didn’t say anything to him just yet.

At dinner was still acting strange and refusing to say anything about it. He was dropping his silverware and fumbling with his words. Jaehyun never acted like this. What was even stranger was that he wasn’t telling you what was wrong. When he spills his water for the second time tonight you couldn’t wait any longer, you had to ask him what was wrong.

“Jaehyun, are you okay?”

He starts to nod his head yes but stops himself.

“I’m just a little nervous.”

“Nervous? Are you anxious about something going on with work?”

“No I jus- You look really pretty tonight y/n” Jaehyun admits.

You were wearing an outfit you wear all the time. You hair was the same it always was and you didn’t do anything new with you makeup.

“Well If I look pretty right now, you must always think I look pretty because this is how I always look.” You joked.

You gave him the same laugh you give when Johnny suggests that you and Jaehyun should be a couple. You watch as Jaehyun’s smile fades. Before you can say anything to him the waitress brings the check and you can tell that he is trying to distract himself by taking a unusually long time looking in his wallet for his card.

You realize then that Jaehyun was trying to compliment you and you just brushed off his nice words without even a thank you. You weren’t trying to be rude, it was just rare to get a compliment from him so you weren’t used to it.

“Jae, I’m sorry I didn’t realize that you were trying to compliment me. It was nice what you said. Your my friend, I would never try to laugh at you on purpose. I’m just confused why, you thinking I look pretty tonight, would make you nervous.”

He gives you a small smile and gets up. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, sure” You respond confused.

On the car ride back to his place, Jaehyun was mentally kicking himself. Nothing had gone to plan. If he just hadn’t been so nervous everything would have been perfect. He had planned to tell you everything. perfectly explaining how he felt and hoping that you would feel the same way back. But all he did was make himself feel stupid and make you confused.

When you get to his place, you go to your usual place on his couch. Jaehyun wanted to go change into more comfy clothes. While he was gone, you couldn’t stop thinking about how weird dinner and the car ride was. Alone with your thoughts, you came to the conclusion that Jaehyun must have feelings for you. That was the only way to explain how he was acting. But each time you came to that conclusion you shut it down. People didn’t develop feelings overnight and you were absolutely positive that he didn’t have feelings for you before. Right? I mean it’s not like you would be apposed to the ideal, Jaehyun is such an amazing person, you just never allowed your self to think about anything romantic happening between you two because you never thought that it was a possibility.

While Jaehyun was in his room changing, he also decided to give himself a little pep talk. “Stop being so weird. Just act normal, you have gone three years hiding your feelings towards her, you can go one more day. Considering how everything has been going it’s probably best that I don’t tell her anything today.”

Feeling like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, he walks out feeling much better. When he gets to the living room he sees you messing with his record player. You decided to play some music. But It wasn’t just any song that you decided to play, it was the same song in the dream he had. You of course had no idea about the dream that he had, but hearing this song stopped Jaehyun in his tracks. The song choice wasn’t completely shocking because this was actually a song that you both loved but he couldn’t help but feel like this was a sign.

Sitting down on the couch, he could feel his nerves coming back. You come and sit right next to him.

“I missed this song, I feel like I haven’t heard it in forever.” You say.

“Yeah me too. Well- no, I actually had a dream about this song the other night.”

“Oh really! Tell me about it.” You say excited. Dreams were one of your favorite topics to talk about with Jaehyun.

“Orrr I could show you instead.” He says getting up.

“Show me?”

Jaehyun smiles down at you and holds out his hand. You look at him confused for a second. He extends his hand out a little further trying to get you to take it. You do this time, and you get up off the couch.

He brings his other hand to your waist and you two start gently swaying to the song.

“This was your dream?” you ask unable to hid your smile and the blush that is making your cheeks red. The butterflies in your stomach going crazy.

Jaehyun nods and smiles. He then wraps his arms arounds you and pulls you close to him. Your face is against his soft hoodie and you can smell his cologne. You two sway until the song is finished.

When the song ends, unsure if you wanted to even be dancing with him in the first place, he starts to step away. You pull him back in as the next song starts.

“I don’t want to stop just yet Jae.”

He smiles into your hair, unable to contain his joy.

“I don’t want to stop either.”

#nct #nct127 #nct 127 #nct fluff #nct127 fluff #nct 127 fluff #jaehyun #jaehyun fluff #k-pop fluff #happy jaehyun day #happy birthday jaehyun

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i saw the latest ask and let me just say that while yes i loved the show even more when i found out amity would have a crush on luz but the thing that made me fall in love with out was when i realize they were trying to tell people who all kinds of different, all kinds of wirdos, excepically nerdivegent people that there is nothing about them that needs to fix. i hope that makes sense.

I'm going to be honest that I was unimpressed with the first episode because the whole weirdos message felt kinda corny. Probably because of the goofy examples they chose (getting thrown in jail for writing fanfiction about vegetables and eating your own eyeballs).

But I kept watching and as the show went on it became more obvious that the weirdos sticking together message was meant to represent nerodivergent, disabled, and yes GAY people 🤨

The biggest example is that both Luz and Eda have everyone trying to "fix them" at the beginning of the show, but in the end they don't have change themselves for others.

#asks

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liffy-feelin-jiffy · 8 months

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Coroika Gorai headcanons

Rider had typically been more closed off about his sexuality, for reasons he decided to keep to himself as they mostly originate from insecurities, but also because he actually hadn’t known he genuinely likes guys the way he thought he liked girls for the longest time in his life. It wasn’t until he was 15 in a half, and having gotten to know Goggles a lot more at the time did he realize that he likes guys in more ways he initially thought he did. It didn’t help when the devastating realization came to him that he had a crush on a specific blue idiot boy… a hard crush as a matter of fact. Like, I’m talking head over heels kind of stuff, Spiderverse Gwen syndrome. Mans is tripping on his own feet because he can’t stop thinking about that scatterbrain for the life of him. Goggles is in every corner of his mind, he’s in the reflections in the windows of the subway, his bubbly laughs can be heard through the soft breeze like bird song. Rider always looks at the Pilot Goggled buffoon’s empty hands, willing everything in himself not to take it and intertwine their fingers together like thread sewing fabric, and he clenches his own hands into tight fists whenever he’s away from him and the thought of hand holding comes to mind. He’s so in love, he wants to kiss that stupid little weirdo’s face it’s making him look like the biggest dumbass that’s ever been born-

Sorry I got a little too into it there I guess. Whether you wanna take all that seriously or not is your choice of poison.

Anyways, yeah, once Rider finds out he’s literally in love with the squid who deadass flashed him to the public during their first match back in the Plaza, it’s not going so well for him. Why in the world would he start getting all blushy and feely for that absolute moron? What possessed him into developing feelings for that over-ecstatic boy with tentacles as blue as the shining sea? With a goofy smile so bright that it rivals the very sun? With such inspiring optimism that Rider can only dream of possessing-

😑

Oh, who was he kidding.

What makes it worse is that his crush on Goggles actually started back when he was teaching blue team how to train to fight against Skull, hence adding onto his seemingly territorial behavior on Gogs when Skull eagerly said he wanted to fight team blue again. Jealous much? Lmao. It gets even funnier when he and Goggles both end up crushing on Skull too BAHAHA (I believe in fixing love triangles/squares with the power of POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIPS. SKULLAMIGORAI FOR LIFE✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻)

For the longest time he tried to repel what he considered were “intrusive thoughts” of Goggles. He’d try gaslighting himself that he’s someone Goggles would never find that kind of interest in; maybe he already has someone else, like a guy or girl, he’s bi after all, isn’t he? He and Goggles would never work anyways, Rider’s personality was too serious to match with Goggle’s boisterous and colorful character even though he’d be willing to undergo any more bullsquit imaginable if it meant he’d get to spend the rest of his days with the blue buffoon. He doesn’t see him that way, they wouldn’t mesh well together, Goggles deserved to have someone nicer than he was, etc.

This kept going on for a little while, until eventually Aloha finds out—it’s a long story—and accidentally rats Rider out to his sister and momma—that’s an even longer story, and they both enthusiastically try to coerce him into confessing from there.

Aloha: “You should write him a song and play it for him-!”

Rider: “Bitch heeeeell no”

Rider’s mom: “why not make him something? Like bake a cake or a pie for him as a gift”

Rider: “did you forget what happened last time? what happened to having me banned from using the oven???”

This was all meanwhile Goggles was actually having a secondary crisis of his own. Not the extent Rider had, but all through the Turf War and Ranked Battle Tournaments to his journey with Sheldon to find the treasure, he’d been quite distracted needless to say.

Compared to Rider, Goggles was plenty more laid back and wasn’t shy about his sexuality, though he didn’t ever tell anyone his sexual/romantic orientation that much, so it lead to everyone believing that he was a gay squiddo—though he was really bi and had an equal preference for both boys and girls. There’s still not a lot of people who know he’s bi because he never tells anybody, and if he ever does it would be like discovering rare dialogue in a video game. Even though he has little interest in pursuing a love life, he still kinda had some hope in finding that special someone that he would get to spend the rest of his life with. He tried one time with a girl back in Inkopolis plaza (before the events of the manga) but it ended kinda rocky and he kinda tried to distance himself from relationships for a while until he moved on and kinda just went like “if it happens, it happens.”

Again, his crush was more mellow compared to Rider’s, or at least it started out mellow before eventually growing into a deep sweet longing for his companionship. Goggle’s crush started off typical, thinking that Rider was all handsome, strong, total dreamboat kinda guy. After they’d gotten to know each other some more, and upon moving to the Square did Goggles really have a thing for him. Even the rest of the blue team began to notice. His interest in him peaked when Rider stopped him before his battle against Team Emperor and told him “watch the next semi finals match closely. Because you’re gonna be facing against me in the finals.”

Can you tell that these are my favorite panels because ho mine gosh

Goggles wasn’t as insecure as Rider was in terms of self esteem, but he also came up with the thoughts that Rider wouldn’t see him like that, too. He even worried that Rider would’ve been disgusted if he told him 😭. He wanted to at least keep their friendship together so he was just like “I like you a lot and I admire you to no end but I understand that it may never really come to that so I’ll just support you and admire you for all your grace from afar. 😁”

Hope you enjoyed this cuz now I’m eepy and I’m gonna take a nap. I’ve got college now and I didn’t get enough sleep last night because my adhd will never love me.

(Edited a few things in here. Hope you like the changes better!)

#gorai #goggles x rider #coroika #coroika headcanons #Splatoon #splatoon manga #splatoon headcanon #goggles coroika #rider coroika #aloha coroika #S4 coroika

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Okay I know this post will gain absolutely zero traction but the more I think about it the more I want to cry about it??

slight spoilers for one of the character arcs in Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre ahead,,,

So I saw Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre in the cinema today. I was alone, it was reasonably full, the film technically only opened two days ago, and it's wider release isn't for another week, but I had time to kill and it was the only thing that piqued my interest. It sits in an interesting spot tonally, comparative, I'd say, to Netflix Exclusive Michael Bay movie 6 Underground, though to use a more recent marker I'd drop it somewhere near Bullet Train (though it's definitely much closer to 6 Underground). All this context to say that I went into this Jason Statham-lead espionage action movie with zero expectations and almost completely blind.

So please believe me when I say I was truly blindsided with joy to have canonical, casual queer representation in this Jason Statham-lead espionage action movie.

Maybe it's that I don't watch a lot of media now, but it's something I noticed while watching Glass Onion too, both with Benoit and Hugh Grant (ha, put a pin in that) and especially with the character of Peg, and it makes me a bit teary and excited when I think about it. There's something to be said for how far we've come, to the point that Casual Queer Rep is even possible. There's something about watching Peg get all flustered talking to Helen and knowing that it's because she has a crush, without it having to be flagged, spelled out, or otherwise othered by the film or its writing.

It's normalised.

Which I know shouldn't be a big deal, but right now, to me, it is. I didn't realise I could feel this way; to see a full character who just so happens to be gay, where the plot doesn't revolve around her being gay, but that part of her identity is still made clear?? I love Peg so much holy shit.

But Glass Onion is the second in a series that has established itself as a forerunner for casual diversity. Let me tell you about how Operation Fortune made me want to YELL in theatres.

It's the 8th of January, and it might be a bit early to call it, but Danny Francesco might be my favourite character of the year.

Is he perfect? God no, he's objectively not a great person; he's sleeping with his sister-in-law, he's a Hollywood diva, he's demanding, and he (spoilers, seriously) ends up engaged to a war criminal. Who happens to be the main antagonist. Who happens to be Hugh Grant. Danny is the light of my life, however, and I love him with my whole heart.

So in the beginning we're told that Danny turned down $10m because he didn't want to jump out of Greg (Hugh Grant)'s cake and sing Happy Birthday; whatever, I thought, Greg is a rich, eccentric with an obsession with celebrities, and Danny is the biggest star right now, I shouldn't read anything into it because Sometimes Rich People Just Do Things For Status Reasons. We're also told, and subsequently shown, Greg tries to take celebrity's partners/girlfriends. Cue Sarah (Aubrey Plaza) in a bright red dress that I will dream about for the next month.

Also, in the scene where Danny, Sarah, and Orson (Jason Statham) are joining the fancy party, there's some distinctly fruity vibes between the three of them, but I'm not here to push my Orson/Sarah/Danny polycule agenda, just know that I have one.

So obviously Greg is excited to see Danny, but later makes a Very Distinct Pass at Sarah, inviting both her and Danny to stay with him for the weekend, with an implied Wink Wink Nudge Nudge.

While they end up taking him up on that offer, Danny, who started the film having refused Greg's Rich Weirdo Request, and now having to spend time with him for the job, finds that he actually genuinely likes Greg, who appears to genuinely like him back, doting on him, even giving him gifts.

When Danny says to Sarah "(I'm paraphrasing, about Greg) he's really into you! If you don't take him up on his offer then I might!" my eyeballs were Out Of My Head. Like sure it sounds like a joke that would be written in to simply highlight Danny's materialism, a whole 'gay for pay' joke, something about his vanity, or even just an offhand joke that I might hear one of my straight friends who were super comfortable and confident in their sexuality say about their best friends, I was So primed for this to be something that the audience could laugh off or dismiss in hindsight. Like in my mind that solidified my headcanon of Danny as bi, but I was so used to queerbaiting and years of being told I was reading into things.

So as the plot continues, Danny's fondness for Greg goes on, turns into something incredibly genuine, and looking back, he clearly has a hero-worship crush on Greg by the end of the film.

The last shot we see of Danny and Greg is the pair of them getting into an elevator after Greg pulls a stone cold power move on the films secondary antagonists, which he had Danny assist with for flare after Danny asked specifically to stay with him for that event. In the elevator, Danny tells Greg that that was "the coolest thing he's ever seen someone do" and that's the last we physically see of them.

HOWEVER!! THE ICING!! THE CHERRY!!

At the very end of the film, one of the protagonists mentions how he's gone into the film industry, and the response he gets is;

"You better not be talking about Danny Francesco and his fiancee Greg Simmonds!"

an accurate depiction of me as the credits began to roll;

WE WIN THESE!!

BOTH DANNY AND GREG ARE CANONICALLY BI/PAN IN THIS JASON STATHAM-LEAD ESPIONAGE ACTION MOVIE IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2023!! THEY BOTH LIVE UNTIL THE END!! THEY'RE ENGAGED!! THEY'RE BOTH ABSOLUTE DISASTERS!! THEY'RE BOTH FULL, ROUNDED CHARACTERS WHO HAPPEN TO BE QUEER!!

I get choked up thinking about it now, considering how quietly overwhelmed I felt in the theatre realising that Danny and Greg's comments and moments throughout the film weren't some elaborate joke, the dialogue that reminds me of my friends, the moments that felt true to my life as a queer person, they werent the setup for any kind of homophobic mixup, miscommunication, or microaggression; no, I finally, actually felt like I saw a part of myself, of my community represented in media.

Everyone in that movie is terrible in their own way, but Danny and Greg just happened to be terrible people who are also queer. Are they perfect representation? No! Thank fuck! I think we deserve more dumbass, disaster, unethical queers in media.

Even if I don't necessarily recommend this movie (it's pretty okay if you're a fan of the genre I suppose), I subjectively love it and especially it's characters, with my whole entire heart.

Danny Francesco is canonically a dumbass, bi disaster who fell for his sugar daddy, war criminal Hugh Grant. Good for him. It's what he deserves. 🥰🥰🥰

#operation fortune ruse de guerre #operation fortune #ruse de guerre #danny francesco #greg simmonds #hugh grant #greg x danny #danny operation fortune #greg operation fortune #josh hartnett #knives out #knives out glass onion #glass onion #peg glass onion #peg knives out #lgbtq #lgbt #lgbtqplus #fortunate ops

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🔅 fem deku / fem reader 🔅 | Ikumi Midoriya headcannons

where did I get female deku their name from?

🔆➖🔆➖🔆➖🔆➖🔆➖🔆➖🔆➖🔆➖🔆

She had so much admiration for you. In her eyes, you were a beautiful ray of sunshine, so easygoing to talk with, and most of all: you were all she dreamed about.

She first met you during first year at UA. Besides Ururaka and Iida, you were one of her first classmates that actually went up and talked to her during lunchtime and praised her for how cool she looked during the sports festival.

Meanwhile Ikumi was trying her best to stay cool and compose and hopefully not have you realize that you were talking to a weirdo like her.

It didn’t help that she held a lot of insecurities. Mostly being bullied by Bakugou and his goons almost her whole life up to this point.

But you didn’t see that in her. And for once it felt nice being praised by someone that wasn’t her mom.

Your compliments and praise felt genuine. No empty words. No backhanded comments. Just a cute girl telling her how amazing her powers are.

She swore, that was the most happiest she’s ever been.

Skip to her third year in UA and her love for you has not slipped away in the slightest.

If anything it’s become even more difficult not to blush all shades of red around you.

Both of you were basically close to adult age and Ikumi found herself having not so innocent day dreams starring you and her.

Just from body language alone, almost everyone at UA knew that Ikumi had a crush on you. Besides you, all of Class 1-A teased or egged her on about confessing already!

Even her mom wasn’t an exception. “Oh hon, I already know you like girls. I’m not blind.” Ikumi could only freeze from hearing that.

She almost had a heart attack when her mom suggested she should invite her cute crush to dinner.

Ikumi’s biggest fear was that you weren’t into girls like she was. She heard how a lot guys in school casually say that they thought you were pretty or thought of asking you out.

Yeah there’s no way you’d ever go out with her. And she quickly made peace with that.

That is until Ururaka scheduled a girls night out last minute and pulled Ikumi along.

Ikumi reluctantly went, maybe she needed a day to have fun and forget about hero work, and hanging out with her close girl friends was a plus too.

Tsu picked a cute hello kitty cafe as there first destination. Ikumi felt like this is what she needed.

“Oh I invited (y/n) to come along with!” Momo sheepishly giggled. “Unfortunately Kendo was busy with her agency.” Momo frowned apologetically.

By the time the drinks that were ordered came, you made an appearance at the cafe. The green head girl almost coughed out her sweet drink the minute she made eye contact with her.

You were dressed top to bottom with a cute pink outfit. A simple button up pink slim shirt with short pink jean skirt that hugged your thighs nicely, added cute thigh high socks with some simple high top shoes.

Ikumi loved and fell in love with you all over again.

All the girls sang praises seeing your outfit, Ikumi included.

You noticed that everyone already ordered their drinks, sheepishly apologizing for being late.

The girls didn’t even bother with it. They were just happy you came along and accepted their invite on short notice.

Ururaka teased and suggested you sit next to the blushing broccoli head gal.

Ikumi could only short circuit and have her mouth dry up, barely mustering any words out.

So close. Once you sat next to her, she could smell your sweet perfume, closing her legs tightly to make sure her thighs weren’t touching yours. It was not easy considering how tiny those cafe tables were.

You, however, loved how cute she was. You could hug her from the side and she’d probably turn her rosy cheeks into full tomato red.

After having some drinks together, the girls were afraid of missing their curfew, so they called it a night.

The group walked back to their campus altogether. Tsuyu, Mina, Ururaka, and Momo were walking in front, talking amongst themselves. Meanwhile you and Ikumi were behind, silently walking close together.

Ikumi was never good a small talk, it didn’t help that the whole walk back from the cafe was silent.

“I think tonight was a really fun, don’t you?” You perked up.

Ikumi’s eyes lock, seeing your cute smile as you lighten up the mood.

“Yeah, it was!” Ikumi replied back with a faint smile

“You know, if I’m being honest,” you began “I actually don’t mind doing this again.” Ikumi couldn’t agree more with that. She’d loved to hang out with you more!

“Yeah of course!” Ikumi nodded “I’ll be sure to let Momo and Ururaka know too.”

“Maybe we can all plan out something like this again.” The green haired girl muttered after. (Y/n) quickly found herself giggling afterwards

“What’s so funny? Did I say something?” Ikumi, bless her heart, was confused.

For the first time it was (y/n) that seemed more shy. Her smile never faded, but her body language made her sheepishly pull her hair back behind her ear.

(Y/n) fully admitted. “I actually want to do the same thing still, just not with them..” She gestured the girls in front.

“But maybe just me and you.”

Ikumi’s eyes widened, her heart skipped a beat. Those words that her long time crush said repeated in her mind over and over.

Ikumi throat felt dryer at that moment.

“Like a date…?” Ikumi murmured

(Y/n) cute laugh returned once more. “Yeah sure!”

(Y/n) held Ikumi’s hand playfully. “It’s a date then!”

Ikumi.exe stopped working.

#midoriya izuku x reader #deku #my hero academia x reader #female deku #female s/o #hubbywritings #izuku/reader #female izuku #ikumi midoriya

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escapewithbts · 11 months

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‘the reunion’ (chapter two) jeon jungkook x reader

I’m so sorry for the wait on chapter two!

- summary: it’s ten years after you graduated high school and your best friend convinces you to go to the reunion. you’re hesitant because you wonder if someone you never really stopped thinking about will be there... - jeon jungkook x reader - (past high school peers) au - word count: 1.6k - in this story there will be parts from the reader’s POV which is normal font like this, and jungkook’s third person POV in italics like this

A/N: I forgot to mention in the first chapter that the characters are all speaking in Korean (since it takes place in Korea and all). Unless mentioned, please assume they are speaking Korean :) Thank you so much for reading!

Missed some chapters? here they are: chapter one

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“I think I’m going to go over there.”

Taehyung announced to Jungkook as he downed the rest of his white wine quickly. Taehyung flinched at the taste. He was not the biggest fan of alcohol.

“Go over where? To Jimin-hyung? But wait, hyung, what would you even say to, hyung! –“ Jungkook called after him in attempt to stop him, but he had already set his empty glass on the bar counter and started walking toward the three of you.

‘Shit, now what?’ thought Jungkook. He used his tongue to fiddle with his lip ring, a habit he had picked up ever since he got the piercing last year..

He wanted to go over there, too, but he felt so nervous. He was shy anyway, but something about seeing you again made him feel even more bashful than usual; almost like he was back to his high school self again, the self who had a massive crush on you and was way too nervous to do anything about it.

So, he just watched from afar as Taehyung approached your group.

At the sight of Taehyung, your friend Mina instantly perked up, and giggled at whatever he said as his greeting.

That was typical. Women often had that reaction to his best friend.

Then Jungkook watched as Taehyung turned towards you. You, however, did not wield the same reaction as your friend. In fact, you seemed to tense up a bit in his presence and your smile had faded. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel some kind of relief, even if he did also feel badly that you were clearly uncomfortable with Taehyung adding himself into the conversation.

Alas, feeling like a weirdo for just lurking off to the side and staring, Jungkook turned his body completely back around to face the bar and ran his hand through his hair. He twirled his empty glass around on the counter and sighed to himself.

He felt frustrated. And stupid. Why couldn’t he be extroverted like his hyung? Then he could approach you like a normal human instead of just standing here like an idiot having to hype himself up and figure out in advance what he was going to say to you so he could be ready whenever he finally did have the balls to-

“Could I get a vodka cranberry please?”

A voice coming from next to him snapped him out of his thoughts. He glanced over to where it had come from.

It was you.

At the bar, ordering another drink.

Only about 6 feet away from him.

His heart sped up and he quickly looked back down, focusing on his empty glass like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

‘Now was his chance!’ he thought.

Why was he so goddamn nervous?

And why were you so goddamn gorgeous??

He found himself glimpsing slightly sideways over to where you were standing and noticed your fingers drumming gently on the surface of the counter. He then continued moving his eyes upwards until they landed on your face.

At that moment, he realized, you were doing the same.

The two of you made awkward eye contact, which caused both of you to chuckle nervously at each other and look away again.

Really, it was now or never.

Jungkook cleared his throat and turned his body to face you.

“Hey.”

Wow. That’s it? Smooth.

You looked fully into his face this time, and the little smile you gave him caused his stomach to flutter.

“Hi.” You replied softly.

He swallowed nervously.

“(y/n), right?”

You nodded, your smile getting wider.

“Jungkook?”

He let out a quiet breath of relief. You remembered him!

“Yeah!” he cleared his throat nervously again, afraid he sounded too eager, “Yeah, um, it’s good to see you again.”

“You, too.”

He watched you tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. It instantly made him want to touch it, too, to feel how soft it was.

Wait, what was going on with him?

‘Maybe I should cool it on the alcohol for now…’ he thought to himself.

“Do you want another?” you suddenly asked him, pointing to his empty glass.

The bartender had just placed your fresh drink on the counter in front of you and you both were staring at Jungkook, awaiting his response.

He panicked.

“Oh, um, yeah, sure! I’ll just have the same as her, thanks.”

Wait, he didn’t even like vodka! And didn’t he just think to himself that he was going to slow down the drinking? Great.

“We had a couple classes together senior year, right?” you questioned, pulling Jungkook out of his thoughts and back to the scenario at hand.

Jungkook nodded.

“Oh, ye-yes, right, I think Korean and a World History class?”

Your face perked up.

“Ah that’s right! I remembered Korean but I couldn’t remember the other one. World History, right…”

Jungkook chuckled.

“Well, I only remember because I definitely would not have passed those classes if it wasn’t for you.”

A blush on his pale cheeks accompanied his honest smile, and he looked at the ground timidly.

You laughed.

Ah, he remembered that laugh now. He remembered that he loved hearing it, and loved it even more when he was the one who had caused it.

“I’m sure that’s not true, but I’m glad I could have been of service.”

You gave a little bow in jest which instantly made Jungkook laugh, too.

Jungkook couldn’t believe how adorable you still were, but also how sexy you had gotten.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but at the same time he felt a calmness around you, like he could be himself. He always was his truest self with you back then, and with these familiar feelings rushing through him once again, he realized it had definitely been more than just a little crush.

You honestly had no idea how you were keeping your cool in this moment. Jungkook had remembered your name! Who you were! You really hoped you weren’t making too much of a fool of yourself, and you had truly planned to say something to him when you stood got to the bar to get another drink. Really, you did. He just beat you to it!

Regardless, your heart was leaping inside your chest as your conversation went on.

“What are you up to now?” Jungkook wondered, after taking a sip from his vodka cranberry. You swear you saw him wince at the taste, but you didn’t bother pointing that out.

“Oh, I um, actually started my own business.” You responded timidly.

Jungkook’s eyebrows perked up.

“Really? That’s awesome! What kind of business?”

You hesitated. You weren’t ashamed of your work or anything, you were actually quite proud of yourself. But through social media you knew that Jungkook had taken over his father’s international property investment company, which made your own company seem miniscule and unimportant in comparison.

But you shook off the inferior feeling, replacing it with as much fake confidence as you could.

“It’s an ESL tutoring business for Korean people of all ages. Anyone who would like to learn English can sign up and take online or in-person classes with me or another one of the teachers I’ve hired. We are all fluent in both English and Korean which I think really helps,” you paused and shrugged, “It’s not, like, world changing or anything but I at least really enjoy it.”

Jungkook shook his head, his eyes wide in amazement.

“Are you kidding me? That IS world changing! Think of all the people you’ve helped, (y/n). Wow, that’s amazing.”

You chuckled and blushed, thanking him quietly.

“Damn,” he went on, “would you tutor me? I could seriously use some English lessons.”

You laughed and a big smile formed on his face.

“Jungkook, your English is amazing. You don’t need any lessons.”

Then he busted out in English rather than the Korean you had been speaking up until this point,

“No no, my English is not good, I don’t speak English at all. Please help me, teacher!”

And you both died laughing, maybe finding the hilarity of the situation with the help of the alcohol running through your veins.

“Yah, what’s so funny?”

Taehyung wondered as he and Mina approached the two of you.

You instantly stiffened up. To be honest, Taehyung had always rubbed you the wrong way, though you weren’t sure why.

You glanced at Jungkook whose face had fallen. He shrugged and looked at the ground.

“Ah, it’s nothing, hyung.”

Mina touched your elbow lightly to get your attention which made you look at her. She mouthed the words “You okay?” and you smiled and nodded in response, thankful for your best friend in that moment.

Meanwhile, Taehyung lifted his arm to get the bartender’s attention.

“Hey, what do you all say to doing some shots of soju?”

Mina squealed in delight.

“Yes, definitely! Let’s really get this party started!”

Taehyung glanced at you and gave you a sideways smirk.

However you felt about him, there was no denying he was incredibly handsome.

“(y/n), you in?”

Why, in that moment, you chose to look at Jungkook you weren’t sure, but you noticed a frown on his face, and he also was awaiting your response. He immediately looked away as soon as you caught him staring.

You shrugged and looked back at Taehyung.

“Uh, sure, why not?”

Taehyung’s smile got wider as he turned to the bartender to order.

You watched as Jungkook shuffled uncomfortably and played with his lip ring with his tongue.

“…and keep them coming, sajangnim!”

You couldn’t help but feel like you had an interesting rest of the evening ahead of you…

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starlitangels · 1 year

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High School Crush

Came up with this while writing a separate Vincent fic but this one was faster to write down. Welcome to my brain This was supposed to be a lot shorter than it ended up being 2.6k words

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“Y’know, one of these days you’re gonna actually have to talk to him,” Melissa said.��

Erin shot her a look. “No I won’t,” she retorted.

“Erin—you’ve been drawing him from across the cafeteria since we were freshmen. It’s starting to get creepy.”

“He’s never noticed. The only one who has is you. And you only notice because you sit next to me.”

Melissa sighed and shook her head. “Just hand him one of your doodles and say he’s cute, for heaven sake!” she hissed.

“Mels, I don’t even know if he likes girls.”

“You’ll never know until you ask.”

“Maybe I don’t want to ask!”

“C’mon. This is Vincent. He seems sweet. Just... I don’t know. Shoot your shot. Because this—” Melissa grabbed the separate sketchbook full of Erin’s sketches of Vincent out from under Erin’s hands and waggled it in the air too fast to even see what was on the pages. “—is creepy.”

Erin snatched the sketchbook back and went back to drawing. “No way, Melissa,” she muttered. “I’m not brave enough for that.”

“Then I’ll do it for you. Pick your favorite drawing of him and tear it out. I’ll hand it to him and say you think he’s cute.”

“Absolutely not,” Erin snapped.

“You’re both shy. You could be the cute shy couple together.”

Erin didn’t reply immediately, but her pencil paused on its page for a moment. A blush started riding high on her cheeks, still tanned from the New Mexico summer sun. She went back to drawing. “No way would he like me back.”

Melissa sighed dramatically. “You’re hopeless.”

Erin quickly flicked through her book. Melissa was right, but she didn’t have to say it like that. The sketches at the beginning of the book were terrible but had been steadily improving over the last couple years. Still. Having so many of the same person in one book was definitely creepy. Mels was right about that. Erin just... didn’t know what else to do. She liked drawing the things and people she liked. And she’d had the biggest crush on Vincent since they’d started high school. He was tall with that black hair and deep tan. Those warm, dark brown eyes like melted chocolate.

She jolted herself out of her thoughts as the bell rang. “Dang it,” she muttered. “I didn’t get the chance to finish this one.” She’d missed the other half of his hair. She could probably fill it in freehand, but it wouldn’t look as good as it would if she was looking at him as a reference.

Melissa grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet. “Let’s get to class, you weirdo. You can finish your doodle lover boy later.”

Erin cast one last, quick glance over her shoulder at where Vincent was gathering his own things to head to class. He froze for just a second and met her eyes, as if sensing she was watching him.

She looked away quickly, her face getting hot, and ducked between two people to disappear into the crowd. Cradling her now-closed sketchbook protectively against her chest with her head bowed. Melissa caught up with her after a second. “What’s with you now?” she complained.

“He looked at me,” Erin said quietly.

“And?”

“I don’t know. I looked away.”

“Oh my G—you could have at least winked at him!”

Erin’s whole face flushed pink. “No! Are you crazy?” she hissed. “What if I freaked him out?”

“Erin, I’m going to keep saying this until you do something: you are hopeless.”

“I knooowww,” Erin complained. The two turned a corner and finished their walk to class, sitting down next to each other in History. Melissa pulled a tube of lipgloss out of her bag and applied it to her lower lip with the compact mirror in her other hand.

“How about this,” Melissa began, snapping the compact closed, “I pretend to make plans with other friends for lunch tomorrow, and you ask if you can sit with him?”

“Nooo...”

“I’m trying to help you here.”

“I know I just... I can’t.” Erin shook her head and pulled on one of her pigtail braids the way she often did when she was nervous.

“Erin, we’re graduating next year. You’re gonna regret it if you don’t at least try.”

“I know.”

“So. Are you gonna give him one of your drawings of him and tell him he’s cute?”

Erin opened her sketchbook again, leafing back through the pages. The more recent ones had a lot of Vincent making the same daydreaming face, looking off to the side with his face resting on his hand. Erin’s skill in drawing his face was markedly better than her skill in drawing hands, but even that was slowly improving across sketches.

She bit her lower lip. She still hadn’t been able to quite catch that twinkle in his eyes... Maybe it would be easier if she was closer to him...

“I’ll think about it,” she said to Melissa.

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The apartment phone rang down the hall. Erin hopped off her desk chair and went to go get it. “Apartment two-oh-seven, this is Erin speaking.”

“Hey Erin,” her mom’s voice greeted.

“Hi Mom. What’s wrong?” she asked. “I know that voice.”

Her mom sighed. “Re... remember that boy you had a crush on in high school?”

Erin glanced at the calendar. It was February 15th... her mom wasn’t trying to set her up on a belated Valentine’s Day date, was she? “Vincent? Yeah... Why?”

Silence on the other end of the line.

“Mom?” Erin prompted.

“He went missing. In California. Two days ago.”

Erin’s heart dropped through the floor. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “What happened?”

“Word around town is he went to an amusement park in California and the roller coaster track separated. A bunch of people died but his body hasn’t been recovered so he’s been reported missing. According to the friends he went with, he was on it.”

Erin took a deep breath and released it as tears sprung to her eyes. Admittedly, she’d crushed on him from afar and barely knew him, but for him to be gone? “Oh my...” She blinked and let the tears fall. “I, uh, I’ll come home this weekend.”

“You sure, baby?”

“Yeah. I... I should.”

“Okay. See you this weekend, E.”

“See you soon, Momma.”

The next few days passed slower than molasses while Erin waited for Friday. The two-hour drive from her college town back to the hometown she grew up in lasted eternity.

The look on her mom’s face when she opened the door was enough to send Erin into tears again. They hugged for a while. “Sh, sh, sh,” her mom soothed. “I know it hurts.”

“If... if I’d done something in high school... maybe this wouldn’t have happened.” Erin had been spiraling all week, and it felt good to say it out loud.

“What do you mean?”

“If... if I’d actually asked him out in high school—” She swallowed thickly. “—back when we were seniors, maybe we could have been together. Maybe he wouldn’t have been there that day.”

“Oh baby. You don’t know that. We’ll never know what could have been. You can’t blame yourself.”

“I don’t—I just—I wish—” She shook her head. “I don’t even know what I’m saying.”

Her mom stroked her hair. “It’s okay, baby.” She reached around and picked something off the end table next to the couch they’d taken a seat on. “Wanna read his obituary? I cut it out for you.”

Erin nodded and took the thin sheet of newspaper from her mom’s hand. She read it quickly, holding away from the trajectory of her falling tears, wiping her eye with her other hand.

Once she reached the bottom where his surviving family was listed, a thought struck her. “There’s something I need to do,” she said. She got up and ran upstairs to her room. Digging through the boxes that were packed away, she found her old sketchbook. The one she’d been so embarrassed about that she hid it in the bottom of the box in hopes that her parents wouldn’t look through it and see hundreds of sketches of her high school crush.

Flipping through the pages, she tore out most of the worst ones from when she was a freshman, and a few of her favorites from when she was a senior. The ones she liked best she tucked into a folder. The rest she left in the book. She packed the folder in the backpack she’d brought from college, but kept the book in her hand.

She went back downstairs and pulled the phonebook out of one of the kitchen drawers and flipped through it, quickly jotting down the address she was looking for.

“I’ll be back soon, Mom,” she said.

“Where are you going?”

Erin opened and closed her mouth. “I’ll tell you when I get back. After the embarrassment has worn off,” she said.

She ran outside to her car, studied the address as she set her old sketchbook on the passenger seat, and turned over her engine.

The drive was short. Not even ten minutes. He’d been so close and she’d never done anything.

When she got to the address, she climbed out of the car, grabbed her book, and approached the door. Biting her lower lip and chewing on it with nerves, she rang the doorbell.

After a moment, the door opened.

“Hi,” Erin greeted. The woman had the same so-black-it-was-almost-blue hair and warm brown eyes as Vincent. “You don’t know me. I, uh, I went to high school with your son.” She cleared her throat. “I... I had the biggest crush on him. I’m so, so sorry for what happened to him.” She swallowed. “Here.” She held the sketchbook out. “He was more cared about than he knew. I... I wish I hadn’t been to shy to say anything.”

The woman took the sketchbook from Erin’s hands. Erin felt her face heating up again. She turned and went back to her car before Vincent’s mom could open the book.

Back at her own parents’ house, she picked one of her favorite sketches from the folder, cut it off the small page, and scribbled a short sentence on the back of it before tucking it into her wallet behind her ID.

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Twenty-Three Years Later...

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Erin laughed. “Oh man, remind me to take you to dinner more often,” she said to her manager.

Phillip chuckled. “Maybe I’ll do just that. But, tonight is to celebrate you. You got your art into a gallery in Dahlia. I know it’s a little far from home, but it’s not a bad spot.”

Erin looked around the restaurant. “No. No it’s n... not,” she said. Pausing as her eyes swept over someone.

“Hey. You okay?” Phillip asked quietly.

“Yeah. Yeah. Of course,” Erin replied. She leaned over and dug a small sketchbook and pencil out of her purse. She always kept one on her. She flipped it open to a blank page near the back and started to sketch. Quick work brought two people to life on the page. A young couple sitting across the restaurant floor directly across from her and her manager, rendering both of them in profile from her perspective.

She’d been doing this for so many years it was quick and easy to take down their likenesses while maintaining accuracy. She made sure to catch them both in a smile. And she finally got the twinkle in the eye right.

“E?” Phillip asked, watching her eyes dart back and forth between the couple and his client.

“Just—give me a second, Phillip,” she said. “I’m an artist. I’m allowed to be eccentric.”

He chuckled. “Alright, alright,” he said, picking up his fork.

After a few minutes, during which Phillip had nearly finished his meal and Erin’s had been allowed to grow cold, she signed and dated the page, took a quick picture of it on her phone, and tore it out of her book. She dug something out of her wallet and attached the two pieces of paper together with a paperclip. The kind that had probably been in the bottom of her purse for who knew how long and she��d known was there but had mostly forgotten about.

She got up from the table and crossed the floor.

“Excuse me,” she said to the couple. Both turned to look at her, and for a moment both their grey eyes flashed like a cat’s in the light. She smiled. “Hi. I’m Erin. And, I’m sorry, but—” She tilted a bit to mostly face the tall, slim , pale gentleman with the blue-black curls. “—you look just like the boy I had a crush on in high school back in New Mexico. I was always too shy to give one of these to him, and he passed away before I had the chance after we graduated and went to different colleges.” She held out the drawing and the paper clipped beneath it. “I hope you two are happy together.” She smiled at the young man’s partner and dipped her head.

The young man took the paper from her. His mouth dropped open. “Th—thank you. This is beautiful. Did... did you just barely do this?”

Erin nodded. “I did. Yes. You two have a good night now.” She turned and moved to go back to her own table.

“Pardon,” the young man said. She turned back. “What was his name?”

“Vincent.”

The young man smiled. He had a dazzling smile. “Well. Vincent was very lucky,” he said. Erin nodded agreement and went back to her table. She heard the young man hold the paper out to his partner. “Lovely, look at this. It’s incredible,” he said softly. Erin took up her seat and went back to her now-cold food and her conversation with Phillip.

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I took the paper from Vincent and examined it. “Wow. She’s good,” I whispered. “That looks just like us.”

Vincent cast a glance across the restaurant floor at the woman. She was in her forties. Brown hair going a bit grey, laugh-lines forming at the corners of her eyes. He reached for the paper in my hands. Pulling the paper clip and whatever was behind it off. He sighed, a small smile forming on his face. “I’m glad she’s happy now,” he whispered.

He showed the other tiny square of paper to me. It looked just like him. A little skinnier and maybe three years younger, but it was definitely him. Except the eyes. They were dark. The drawing was old. Faded and smudged from spending who knew how many years somewhere. Scrunching his eyebrows, he flipped the paper over.

In messy handwriting, presumably the woman’s, was written: Never miss an opportunity.

I met his eyes. “You really knew her.” It wasn’t a question.

He nodded. “We went to high school together. I haven’t seen anyone from my human life in...” He shook his head. “Decades. I mean, it’s not like I can go back.”

I made a sad face. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I have you. And Will. And Sam.” He chuckled. “That’s all I need.” I handed the drawing back to him. “And I’m not planning on missing any of the opportunities I have—ever again.” He leaned across the table. I met him halfway and gave him a quick kiss.

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therealpontius · 1 year

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Draw me like one of your french girls

Cute fluff that came to me while drawing chris

Warnings: humiliation

You where working with the jackass cast. Basically the maid, bring them food, drinks and go out and buy stuff if they decided they needed it last minute. You had gotten quite close to the boys and obviously that came with a nickname, ‘fairy godmother’ was yours.

Days on set werent that busy, you drew alot to pass the time and often your drawings would get a heartagram or scribble over them by bam, chris was the only one who stuck up for you in these situations “bam stop being a prick” chris would say looking over your shoulder at the ruined art work “its what i do best” bam would reply slyly “too fucking right” chris would mutter under his breath into your ear making you giggle.

It would be the biggest lie in the world if you said u didnt crush on pontius alot. You would find yourself turning guys down because you felt like you wouldnt be able to live with having to see chris everyday. Yeah okay maybe there was no flirting between you and chris but he was just a breath of fresh air compared to the others. If you seemed down he would wait behind and make sure if you where okay so that he didnt embarrass you infront of the others.

This day inparticular was so quite, most the boys where off apart from bam, ryan, johnny and chris. Chris only had one bit to film but decided to hang out with you all day in the tent. You where both tired and you where drawing so he was alittle quieter than usual, staring off into space since nothing was distracting his hyperactive brain. You took your chance and decided to draw him, had to be quick tho so that he didnt move away. 20 minutes later the drawing was REALLY coming together, maybe it was because how passionate you where about him but you really done a good job.

*SNATCH* in your horror the picture was snached from you as soon as you took your pencil off it and you looked behind you to see bam, ryan and johnny laughing at it “what?” Chris laughed, nothing was funny but the sound of his three friends laughing made him giggle too. Behind you where the four men staring at your drawing, your face bright red. All you could do was walk away and tell jeff you where sick.

That night you couldnt even eat, your body greased with anxiety. You didnt get the picture back, you didnt even try to talk to any of the boys or try snatch it back. God what if he doesnt like me and now he thinks im a total weirdo. You couldnt help but toss and turn for hours.

The thing you dreaded most happened. You woke up. You didnt try to look better, just shoved on mom jeans and a crop top. This time you didnt bring your note pad. Parking outside work and seeing chris’s truck felt like needles in your shoes, instead of going to your usual seat you hovered around the cameras.

An hour had passed and you felt a soft tap on your shoulder, you turned round to see chris. A blush peppered over his cheeks “i.. um” he handed you a peace of paper and you looked at it blushing too. “I thought id try and draw you too. I really liked your drawing of me” the squiggly drawing was of you. At the top of the drawing it said ‘fairy godmother’ and had little hearts scattered around it. You giggled slightly and lifted your head to see his face bright red, you placed a long kiss on his cheek leaving red lipstick behind “chris cmon its time to film!” Jeff shouted pulling chris away, the kiss that he was unaware of still left on his cheek…

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