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etrevil · 6 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....

So sorry for the late answer!

1. Athanasia de Alger Obelia (Who Made Me A Princess)

First hyperfixation, the manhwa I saw from start to finish. Art is just absolutely beautiful and I've been attached from the very start. Her character arc surrounding her father, Claude, had me clutching my pearls and sobbing my eyes out.

2. Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Strongest hyperfixation on the series yet. There's a certain feel I get whenever I see or read content about him. Do I relate to him? Concerningly. But it's the sort of connectedness I feel when reading what Odasaku thinks of Dazai and me agreeing and being called out half of the time lol. Lastly, he's just so pretty.

3. Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs)

This man's backstory has me in a chokehold. He's gone through so much shit but, compared to other characters, he remains a "good" man. Such a complex character I can't get enough of tbh. Asagiri really paired the donut man and one of the most beautiful written characters together and I love it/pos. Lastly, also very pretty. Imagining him together with Dazai, whether platonic or romantic, is also a treat.

4. Wilbur Soot (dsmp, qsmp, general yt)

His content just, helped me get through quarantine. Also his songs are just bangers, and Lovejoy is one of my top favorite bands next to The Neighborhood.

5. Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

One of the first Korean novels I've ever read and finished. He is just such a well-done character, and ORV as a story in general should become a literary classic (in my humble opinion). The way he seeks comfort in a story and is willing to stay until its very end, I relate to that so much, and I just feel for this tragedy-surrounded man. I wish only the best for him and his company.

6. Cale Henituse (Trash of the Count's Family)

I remember reading the novel in its early stages and waking up for school, to then eat cereal and slowly finish reading what's been published in the dim light. Haven't touched the second book yet, but the first book was just, woah. Amazing. Rollercoaster ride. Our young lord really should start looking out for his health more, everyone's so worried.

7. Han Sooyoung (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Her story arc of being an antagonist, to the third member of their trio, and [spoiler], was an absolute blast. Her character was written with such a personality she touched my heart with her spunk and gentle care towards her friends. What she's done for KDJ is absolutely what tore my heart out. She deserves so much. They all do. Speaks even more to me since I'm a writer. Love her with all my heart <3.

8. Achilles (Greek Mythos, the Song of Achilles)

He amuses me. His rage, his reactions, the slaughter he made across the battlefield, and the way he eventually died. The fact we have historical evidence from a vase that people back then saw him rolled up into a blanket burrito during his sulking period. That he sent out one of his "closest" men in his own armory and grew enraged (understatement) when he returned as a corpse. I just, love him. Words cannot explain how I hold him, and Patroclus, to a high regard in my heart.

9. Tallulah (qsmp)

Best egg child to ever exist. Second is Chayanne. The admin for this character just stole us from the very start. Deserves a thousand bamboo flutes.

10. Ayna and Ranonthean (Secret Lady)

Might be considered cheating but these two are a couple and the toxicity cannot exist without the other. The slow unfurling of how their love story that led to the actual FL and ML's current predicament (read the story it's so good) absolutely rocked my shit. Like, omfg their children. Her family. Fate itself. I wanna sock Fate in the face. They're in love, but their love cannot thrive in a place like that. At least not for long. And it shows; the chapter this image is from, side story 11, has me by the throat. Banana-nim's art just makes everything better. They're relatively good for each other, but because of the situations forced on them, shit happens. Doomed by the narrative indeed.

Special manhwa couple mentions:

Angela and Rayburn, "I Stan the Prince"

Penelope and Callisto, "Death is The Only Ending for the Villainess"

Ines and Carcel, "This Marriage was Bound to Fail Anyway"

Shuri and Nora, "Stepmother's Marchen"

Eris and Anakin, "Kill The Villainess"

Raeliana and Noah, "Why Raeliana Ended Up at the Duke's Manor"

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fics-n-stuff · 2 years

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The Boathouse

Pairing: Eddie Munson × Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: The morning that a body is discovered at the trailer park, Y/N gets a call from someone looking for Eddie and decides to tag along with the search. They find him hiding out and, despite the supernatural revelations that they're introduced to, Y/N is ready to support Eddie through this.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Eddie Munson has me in chokehold. This is the first fanfic I've finished in months and it's all because of this metalhead nerd. Also, a chunk of this is dialogue lifted from the show but it gets original afterwards I promise.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Who-?”

“Do you know Eddie Munson?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you know where he is?”

You removed the phone from your ear for a moment and looked at it, puzzled, as if you could see the boy whose voice was coming down the line.

“No. Why are you asking? And who are you?”

“When was the last time you heard from him?”

“I’m not answering your questions until you answer mine.”

“I’m Dustin, I’m a friend of Eddie’s and I’m trying to find him. When did you hear from him last?”

“Yesterday, right after school. He called me from the pay phone outside. We were supposed to meet up last night but he never showed, I tried to call but nobody answered. I was gonna check on him this morning but then I saw the news... this doesn’t have anything to do with that, does it?”

Your mind had been reeling since you’d seen the news report. You had been ready to jump in your car and drive to the trailer park, but your mom had convinced you not to go. She told you that the police wouldn’t let you through anyway, and Eddie’s uncle would have called you if it had been him. You had let yourself be convinced, too terrified to believe that the Hawkins High student they had found was Eddie, but now that this boy was calling you looking for Eddie you felt that terror spark up again.

“Hello? Hello?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, still here.”

“I was asking if you have any idea where he could have gone.”

“No, I don’t know. Why are you looking for him? You don’t think he’s hurt, do you?”

“No. No this is a, uh, completely unrelated emergency.”

“I don’t believe you. Where are you calling from? If you find him I need to know.”

“Uh... yeah, if we find him I’ll tell him to call you.”

“No, Dustin, I will help you look for him. I just need to see him, okay? I need to know he’s alright.”

“Look, I gotta go. I’ll tell him to call you, okay? Okay, bye.”

“No! Dustin!” You yelled into the phone, but he had already hung up. You slammed the phone back onto its unit and started pacing the living room. You racked your brain, trying to remember the background noise from the call and make out anything being said.

You paced for a good couple of minutes before you figured it out. You had heard someone ask a question about some movie, and a bit later heard a number that you now realised was a price. Putting two and two together, you realised he had to be calling from the movie rental store and didn’t waste a second grabbing your car keys and heading out.

You didn’t live far from the little strip mall where Family Video was and you drove way over the speed limit on your way there, so you arrived in under ten minutes. You swung you car door shut and stormed up to the store, pushing the door open with purpose and marching up to the counter.

“Welcome to Family Video. My name is Steve, how can I help you?” The very familiar man behind the counter said.

“I’m looking for a Dustin. Is he here?” You asked flatly. Steve’s eyebrows rose and he turned around to where his co-worker and two kids were all on separate phone calls.

“Henderson.” He called, and the younger boy raised his hand to tell him to wait. Steve turned back to you with a shrug. “Anything I can do in the meantime?”

“Not interested, Harrington. Your friend back there is looking for Eddie, I wanna be there when he finds him.”

“Uh, why?”

“Because I’m worried about him.”

“Why? Oh, because of the murder?”

“Yes, because of the murder. Eddie lives in that trailer park.”

“What do you want, Steve?” Dustin asked as he came over.

“You’re the one looking for Eddie?” You checked quickly. He turned to you with a slightly shocked face and nodded. “Have you found him?”

“Uh, not yet.”

“Then I’m staying.” You walked around the counter to get behind it and sat down on the floor.

“Whatever, I’ve got a customer.” Steve muttered and walked away.

“I don’t... I don’t think you should stay here. Maybe you could-"

“Look,” You interrupted sternly. “I want to see Eddie. I don't care why you’re looking for him, if you find him then I’m coming with you.” Dustin watched you for a moment, then shrugged and nodded and went back to the phone.

You waited for a while, tuning in and out of all the phone calls going on around you. Every minute felt like an hour, and it seemed like you spent an eternity waiting on the floor behind the counter at Family Video. Steve gave you a brief run down of why they were looking for Eddie – that the ginger girl he introduced as Max had seen Chrissy's body in his trailer that morning after seeing them go in together last night and they were trying to prove that he didn’t do it and figure out what actually happened – which only made you more nervous and impatient to find him.

What you and Eddie had was officially undefined, but you were about as close to dating as two people could be before they had to label the relationship. And it wasn’t just a physical thing, you cared about Eddie and he cared about you. He cared about you more than anyone else in your life cared about you. You couldn’t bare to lose him.

“Hey guys, I might have a lead.” Max said as she hung up her phone.

“Seriously?” Dustin questioned hopefully.

“Yeah. Apparently Eddie gets his drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there.”

“That sounds promising. Where does this Reefer Rick guy live?” Robin asked. You recognised her from the high school band.

“That’s the thing, no one knows.”

“I know.” You spoke up. All three of them turned to you and you stood up from the floor. “I’ve driven him a few times but I didn’t know he ever crashed there.”

“Great, where is it?”

“2121 Holland Road.”

“That’s out by Lover’s Lake.” Dustin said.

“Middle of nowhere.” Max added.

“It’s a perfect place to hide.” Robin finished.

The next thing you knew, Steve and Robin were closing up shop and all five of you were piling into Steve Harrington’s car, a place you never in your life thought you would be. When you got to Reefer Rick's house you all crowded the front doorstep while Dustin repeatedly rang the doorbell and screamed for Eddie or Rick to answer the door.

“Hey, guys?” Max called, having wandered away when no answer came. You all followed her out to the side of the house and followed her gaze to the big metal boathouse behind the house.

The other four went in while you stayed outside, checking out the backdoor to the house and any spots that might give you a hint as to whether Eddie was there. When you heard yelling, you ran around from where you had made your way to the other side of the house and burst through the door to the boathouse. The sight that greeted you made you stop in your tracks.

Eddie had Steve pinned against the wall with a broken bottle against his throat. Robin and Max watched on in fear as Dustin tried to talk Eddie down, convincing him that they were on his side.

“Eddie.” You said, barely loud enough for your voice to carry across the room but Eddie heard you. His head turned to face you at lightning speed, and when his eyes locked with yours, he took a step back, letting go of Steve as the bottle dropped out of his other hand and onto the floor. He turned so his back was against the wall and slowly lowered himself to the ground. You were moving before you realised it, running across the space, pushing the others out of the way, until you got to him. You crouched down in front of him, carefully resting one of your hands on his as you took in the look of terror on his face. “Eddie, are you okay? Are you hurt?” You asked, and he shook his head ever so slightly.

“Eddie, we just want to talk.” Dustin said, crouching down beside you.

“We wanna know what happened.” Robin added. Eddie turned to look at her, the vacant stare leaving his face as he went to reply.

“You won’t believe me.” He said.

“Try us.” Max replied. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows at her, taking her in for a long moment before nodding slightly. He shook your hand off of his and shuffled away to take a seat on a nearby stool. You moved back, since he seemed to want some space, and joined the others across from him. Max continued: “What happened after you and Chrissy went into the trailer? How did it all start?”

You listened in disbelief as Eddie recounted the events of the previous night. None of it made any sense, but the look on Eddie’s face made you know he had to be telling the truth, or at least his true account of what he remembered. You made yourself not try to rationalise the impossible, supernatural things that Eddie was describing. You tried, and likely failed, not to show your horror on your face, but when you looked around at the others they looked almost unfazed.

“You all think I'm crazy, right?” Eddie said with a scoff once he finished telling the story.

“No. We don’t think you’re crazy.” Dustin replied, unnaturally calm after what you had all just heard.

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.”

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max said.

“We believe you.” Robin affirmed.

“Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little... difficult to take.” Dustin said gently.

“Okay.” Eddie blinked.

“You know how people say Hawkins is... cursed? They’re not way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked. You were too stunned to ask any questions of your own, just watching Dustin and his friends' calm and serious expressions.

“There are some things worse than ghosts.” Max replied softly.

“These monsters from this other world... we thought they were gone. But they’ve come back before. That’s why we needed to find you.” Dustin continued explaining.

“If they’re back again, we need to know.”

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin asked.

“Dark particles maybe?” Max added.

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.” Dustin said.

“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh... or touch.” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she... she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell.” Dustin suggested.

“A curse.”

“Vecna's curse.”

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asked.

“An undead creature of great power.” Dustin answered.

“A spell caster.” Eddie added.

“A dark wizard.”

“What the fuck are you all talking about?” You asked, finally regaining the ability to summon words. Everyone turned to look at you, as if only just remembering that you were there at all. “There are monsters from another world, and they’ve been here before? Why the fuck are you the ones that know about all of this?”

“It’s complicated.” Steve said.

“It all started a few years back, when Will Byers went missing. You remember, right?” Dustin said, and you nodded. “Well, that was when the first monster came through and it took him. It was us trying to find him that led to us finding out about the other world.”

“And we kind of got pulled in along the way.” Max added, gesturing to herself and Robin.

“So you’ve dealt with this shit before? Creatures going around and killing people with magic? What the fuck is a dark wizard? You’re talking about this Vecna thing like it’s established knowledge.”

“Vecna is a DnD villain.” Dustin said. “It’s just an analogy, a way for us to put a name to the monster and know what we’re facing. We’ve dealt with monsters from the other world before but... I think this is something new.”

“So then what are we gonna do?” You questioned.

“We’re gonna fight it, but first we need to figure out how.” Dustin answered.

“We need to get Nancy.” Max said.

“Yeah, you’re right. Nance will know what to do.” Steve nodded.

“Eddie, you stay here and lay low. Take this.” Dustin said and handed over a big walkie talkie. “Keep it on that channel, this way we can keep in touch. We’ll be back soon.” He got up and headed for the door, the other three doing the same.

“Y/N, are you coming or staying?” Robin asked, pausing at the door.

“Staying.” You answered. She nodded and gave a small smile before leaving and closing the door behind her. You craned your neck to watch through the window as they all got back into Steve’s car and drove away.

“You believe all of this?” Eddie asked. You turned to face him. He was fiddling with his sleeve anxiously.

“I guess I’m gonna have to.” You replied with a shrug. “They didn’t seem like they were lying or crazy, and that would be a weird group to team up if it was a lie.”

“What about me?” He mumbled.

“Well, you always seem crazy.” You joked lightly. He breathed a half hearted laugh, not that you had expected him to laugh at all, and looked down at the floor. You lifted up to your knees and crawled over to kneel in front of him. Gently, you took one of his hands in yours. “I believe you, Eddie.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“Of course not. Eddie, I’ve known you for six years and I know you wouldn’t lie about something like this. And with everything that Dustin and his friends said, well, believing you is the easiest part of all this.”

Eddie nodded a little, finally holding your hand properly. He took a deep breath, his head still hung low and refusing to look at you. You could feel his hand shaking slightly in yours, the fingers on his other hand twitching nervously.

“When you heard about Chrissy, did you... did you think...” He paused and took another deep breath, his free hand turning into a fist as he steadied himself. “I was scared that you would think I did it.”

“What? No! No, Eddie, I would never think that. The thought never even crossed my mind.” You assured, squeezing the hand of his that you were holding and your other hand flying up to cup the side of his face. You gently tilted his head up to look at you, and you could see his eyes shining with tears that hadn’t yet fallen. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, I know you would never do this.”

“Okay.” He whispered. You gave him a comforting smile, your thumb brushing softly over his cheek bone.

“Everything’s gonna be alright in the end. I can feel it.” You said. He licked his lips and nodded slightly. “Now, that kid Dustin. You know him from Hellfire Club, right?”

“Yeah, Hellfire Club.” Eddie nodded with a chuckle.

“And he’s friends with Steve ‘The Hair' Harrington?”

“Yeah, he is. Practically worships him, in fact.” He pushed the stool aside and joined you on the floor, leaning his back against the wall and stretching his legs out in front of him. “I don’t get it, but if they’ve been fighting monsters together for three years I guess there must be just cause.”

“I got in the back of Steve Harrington’s car to get here. Do you know how weird it felt to get into that car? His backseat has been an infamous location since he got his car when we were sixteen.” You laughed, and Eddie laughed along with you for a moment before he got serious again. There was a stretch of silence while you waited for him to say something, not wanting to push

“I should have graduated with you last year.” He mumbled. “We could have gone travelling the country like we planned and we wouldn’t be going through any of this.”

“Don’t blame yourself for this, Eddie.” You told him. “Whatever’s going on is out of our control. And this past half a year has been good. You got your Tuesday gigs at The Hideout and I got a chance to take a course at the community college. The world will be waiting for us after you graduate this year, and we can do everything we said we would.”

“If we don’t get killed by an interdimensional wizard first. And if I don’t go to jail for Chrissy's murder.”

“We won’t let that happen.” You said adamantly. He scoffed and you frowned. You shuffled closer to him and swung one of your legs over his outstretched ones to kneel over him, straddling his lap without putting any of your weight on him, and held his face in both your hands. “I will not let that happen. If I can tutor you to a passing grade in English then I can do anything.”

His eyes flitted around as he looked over your face. You smiled slightly, trying to be comforting. After a moment you felt Eddie’s hands come up to hold your hips, and you followed as he gently guided you to lower your weight onto him, your hands moving to his shoulders to support your movement.

“I think I love you, Y/N.” He said once you were situated. He bit at his bottom lip, his grip on your hips so light that it was almost like he was afraid to hold you. You blinked, your brain stumbling over the confession for a moment.

“You- I...” You breathed a laugh, unable to form a reply.

“You don’t have to say it back.”

“No! No, I do. I think I love you too.” You said quickly, your grip on his shoulders tightening. “You just surprised me is all. I mean, we’ve been... whatever we are for almost a year now and haven’t even made our relationship official. I didn’t think you would be ready to say it. Why now?”

“Because it’s starting to feel like I’m running out of time to tell you.” Eddie replied softly. You frowned again, bringing a hand up to brush a stray piece of hair away from his face.

“Don’t think like that, Eddie.” You sighed. “You have to have faith that we’re gonna get through this, otherwise there’s no point in trying.”

Eddie gave you a half smile and a weak nod. He brought one of his hands up to cup your jaw, strengthening his hold on your hip with the other. He pulled you in to kiss you, your lips moving together slowly, savouring every moment. Everything seemed to slow down as you leaned into each other, taking this moment to escape the reality of the situation you in and find solace in each other.

“Okay, you know best.” Eddie said as he pulled away, leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t I always?” You smiled, playing with his hair. You sat like that for a while, the silence and darkness wrapped around you. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, hugging you close for comfort. After a few minutes, you spoke up again. “Eddie, I don’t just think that I love you. I do love you. That’s why I need us to get through this. You’re the most important person that I have.”

Eddie pulled you even closer into him and buried his face in your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there.

“You’re the best person I’ve ever known.” He replied softly. “I love you too.” You hugged him tightly, letting out a long sigh.

“We’re going to be fine, okay?”

“Okay.”

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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Just a random thought. But man, I wish I could relive 2022 again. That year had some great highlights for me personally.

The Johnny Depp & Amber trial. I literally felt like I was a lawyer the way I didn’t go anywhere without watching it. Johnny’s one liners.. killed me. A MEGA PINT.. HEARSAY… 😂 literally bought merch, stickers. I was ready to drive to the courthouse just to see him.

Stranger Things… mannnn I fucking sobbed like a baby watching that season. Running Up That Hill was definitely on repeat everyday, LMFAOO.

Top Gun.. I’m not even into shit like that but I watched the first one for first time bc of the hype and I’m like okay.. Then saw the second one and I was on the edge of my seat. 10/10

THEN THE FUCKING ELVIS MOVIE.

Where do I even begin??! Shit has had me in a chokehold since June. I never expected to fall so in love with Elvis, that now when I’m having a bad day or if I’m depressed (which has been on high lately) he’s literally my comfort for everything. I immediately feel bad and can’t help but smile. If I hear a song, watch one of his books, read a book about him. I’m just happy. Even writing fanfic has become my fave bc of him, lol.

Is it an unhealthy obsession?? Probably because I dead stopped using dating apps, haven’t looked at another person bc mentally I’m dating Elvis. I need help. 🤷🏽‍♀️😂

Anyway, this was just something I was thinking about. Idk.

#elvis presley #johnny depp vs amber heard #stranger things #my dog stepped on a bee #elvis movie #top gun #2022 #random thoughts

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dracowars · 10 months

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i've seen the new little mermaid live-action movie and i need to share my thoughts because i simply can't stop thinking about it!! i truly had my concerns about this movie - not because of the casting, but because ariel is one of my favorite disney princesses and i didn't want them to butcher the beautiful story (as they did with mulan, my favorite disney princess + movie, yeah we don't talk about this, let's just pretend it never happened). however, i was more than impressed after leaving the cinema and i catch myself thinking about it ever since. halle bailey did a phenomenal job in portraying the little mermaid, she made her her own version and i absolutely loved it. her acting was spot on and her singing?! don't even get me started, she's just an icon. it just felt so surreal to see my childhood heroine finally come to life on the big screen. the child in me was soooo incredibly happy to see a 'real' mermaid <3

and, obviously, i'm a huge simp for prince eric aka jonah hauer-king now. admittedly, i didn't see him as eric when i first saw the trailers because the original prince eric is just THAT male disney character yk. but let me tell you: he has me in a chokehold. he's constantly on my fyp and i'm so glad he is because i just love that man so freaking much. he deserves the whole world. there is just something different about your childhood crush coming to life!!

and bro, their chemistry?! i freaking bLUSHED, all giggly and kicking my feet in the cinema with only kids surrounding me 😭 that man made me feel things and i definitely need them to have another movie as a couple because they SERVED! (the little mermaid 2??) never seen such a good chemistry between two characters, i'm so in love with both of them 🩷 also their interviews?? oh god they make me so happy

i'm still not happy with some of the changes they made (the sisters!? confusing af). they could have done better with her dresses (where is the beautiful pink dress duh) and i'm not at all happy that they didn't include one of my favourite scenes from the original... but other than that, i think this will easily become one of my new comfort movies because i literally can't stop thinking about it, smiling and giggling. i even ordered their funkos okay i'm such a freaking simp i sometimes can't stand myself lmao i'm even thinking about adding eric to the list of characters i write for that's how bad it is

anyway, go watch the movie if you haven't already!!! personally, i think it is VERY MUCH worth it. thank you for coming to my ted talk and i definitely won't shut up about this movie any time soon 🥺🥰 (watch me reblog every tiny post i see about them hihi)

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ur-mousey · 3 months

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Howl's Moving Castle = Made Me a Simp

RATING:

fun = 9/10, plot = 8/10

PLOT SUMMARY: Sophie is an eighteen year old orphan who owns a hat shop passed down by her father. One day, Sophie runs into Howl and a new world is opened to them when a jaded witch curses her to be a ninety year old woman. To reverse the curse, Sophie embarks on a journey upon Howl's Moving Castle.

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SIMP PART:

In the review below, I will talk about my negative for the movie.

BUT THIS!!!

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THESE TWO!!!

The Sassy Man apocalypse was upon us since 2004 when this movie debuted. I believe little boys watched this movie and thought that the best way to get girls was to be as dramatic as Howl. I absolutely love this pairing! In the future, I might write some fanfics.

After watching the movie with my bestie pookie bear, we compared this ship to the Princess Mononoke couple (Mononoke x Ashitaka)

The consensus were that we both liked Monotaka more.

Howl's Moving Castle is a great A-love story about self discovery and found family. What confused us most was the point in which the two feel in love with each other. Howl, is extremely mysterious. You never can tell just what he's thinking. It does't help when you realize that he knew who Sophie was before even meeting her, because time travel.

You could make the argument that he was always enamored by her on that day he met Calcifer (best character!!! Howl got his sassiness from this spitfire). But, I can't truly believe that. And frankly I do not think it mattered when he fell for her. It matters more when Sophie found out that she loves him. The movie is about Sophie learning to discover herself.

(^^Not to say he wasn't enamored by her in that first interaction, but he definitely wasn't in love with her)

Sophie had to be told by other characters that she was in love with Howl. Especially by the Witch of the Waste who was suffering from dementia. My friend initially had a problem with Sophie's initiatives. Sophie has her moments where she's determined despite beings a big scaredy cat, however, she was solemnly aware of her emotions.

I, however, came to the conclusion that Sophie is a little dense. In the beginning sequence of the movie, other people point out that Sophie lacks adventure. She runs the hat shop, not because she's passionate about it but because her dad left it in her name. So to say she would not realize her feelings is an understatement. When did she know she loved him?

I would say, it would have to be the moment when he saw him at his worse. When he was more monster than human. When she realized that he needed her more than she needed him.

This pairing will always have me in a chokehold.

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BEST CHARACTER: CALCIFER ..............................

No further explanation. If you know, you know.

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REVIEW:

I love this movie! It gave off A Whisker Away vibes, but I guess you can say that that movie took inspiration from this. Both feature a fantasy element behind a real-world landscape. In Howl's Moving Castle, there are wizards and witches, in a town based off Alsace, France. Both of the female protagonists are forced to take on a different form, Sophie as an old lady, to start their journey of self-discovery.

Granted, Miyo embarked on the cat train for purely selfish reasons other than Sophie, who was forced into it by a witch.

I bring up A Whisker Away because they did something better than Howl's Moving Castle. They juggled their 'war' aspect more effectively without muddying the love story. And it is my one gripe with the movie. I have no other true negatives to say.

We see the main events through Sophie's eyes. She is not involved in the war elements as heavy as Howl. Miyo on the other hand is deeply connected to the cat world. When she finds out that her body can be lost forever to her, she has a reason to go after the main villain -along with her love interest who would rather her as a person than a cat.

Sophie also had this set up.

We see that Sophie meeting Howl for the first time put a target on her back by the Witch of the Waste. Who, by all means, went out of her way, to locate and curse Sophie into being an old hag because she, the witch, wants Howl's heart. Let me remind you that Sophie briefly ran into Howl on the streets. They exchanged a few words and Sophie got cursed for it.

This is the perfect setup for a protagonist and villain relationship. We see the two butt heads further on the grounds of the Castle. It was a goldmine to watch Sophie go from being spiteful juts at the Witch to worry as they climbed the stairs together. Sophie even cheers on the Witch who turned her ninety-years-old against her will. And then, out of the goodness of Sophie's heart, they practically became roommates.

The Witch of the Waste got a redemption ark. I had fun with it, and I am happy that it subverted my expectations. It showed that even the most selfish people desire a community.

And this made way for the new antagonist, big government. But, it's more so Howl's problem than Sophie's This is where the movie lacks. They should have switched to Howl's perspective.

Throughout the whole movie, we can see the war, draining Howl. We see how his continuous usage of magic turns him into a beast by the minute. We understand the kingdom wants to make an army of mindless wizards and witches who've succumbed to animal form. To what, I don't really know? Maybe to conquer the world.

Something generic.

I believe a few minutes in Howl's perspective, would have aided the movie in fleshing out that idea.

The movie is in Sophie's perspective which made the Witch of the Waste a perfect antagonist for her. The government is after Howl, who Sophie is in love with. She had one interaction with the leader. It's not enough for her to have any stakes besides losing Howl. And when Sophie returns to Howl's heart, the war is over. Magically.

(After I wrote the paragraph above, I forgot that Sophie's involvement with the scarecrow is the reason the war ended, but I'm not changing my last statement.)

It felt rushed. Sophie effectively became the passenger in her own story by the last 20 or so minutes. However, she is the one to end the war when it should've been Howl in the name of protecting his family. Or at least that's how I see it. I loved the flow of the ending sequence with the house falling apart. And I genuinely felt fear at the thought of losing Calcifer. Even the Scarecrow's sacrifice of his stick, caused me to be on the edge of my seat.

Everything going on in the movie was resolved by Sophie herself. She is a girl-boss, hands down. However, I do think some of it should have shifted to Howl. He needed to solve his own problem, not Sophie's. He should have been the hero to change Mr. Turnip Head, the Scarecrow back into a prince. Not Sophie. I commend him for becoming less of a coward due to Sophie's influence. He learned to rely on her. In the end, it could've been his ultimate sacrifice. He stopped the war, saved the prince, and on the brink of death, Sophie could've still saved him like she did in the movie.

However, Sophie stops the war by finding Howl's heart and fixing the cursed prince.

But alas, the hero we needed and got, who overshadowed everything is........................

Mr. Turnip Head, the Scarecrow

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Thank you for reading! Took a while to come up with a review for Howl bc I just loved the movie so I decided to simp for it. I did find something to shit on tho. Do you agree or disagree? Comment down below!

>>> Check out my other Ghibli movie review here: My Neighbor Totoro

Next Rant Post: Princess Mononoke

#studio ghibli #rant post #shitpost #howls moving castle #anime #anime movie #anime talk #a whisker away #howl x sophie #howl pendragon #calcifer #sophie hatter

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beautifulpersonpeach · 2 years

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BPP, hi!

I was wondering if you ever talked about JK? He fascinates me so much with his mannerisms, anxiety, love for make up and a really masculine energy? I remember during winter package shoot Namjoon said that he looked like someone from the movie (a reaper?) Sorry I don't remember, but that someone was not a man and not a woman. It just stuck in my head.

Hi Anon,

Yup I think I had at least two long-form asks and posts solely about Jung Kook on the old blog. I can find them to repost if you like. But since we're already talking about him right now, please allow me some minutes to tell you a short story about how I was wrecked by Jungkook's legs.

Jungkook has the best legs in BTS.

Once upon a time and not too long ago, in a far away land while streaming More on Youtube, I was watching some BTS dance practices as filler videos. It had been a long while since I'd watched any. And was I prepared? No.

But I was handling it.

Chill, even.

U.n.b.o.t.h.e.r.e.d.

Lol.

Then I watched Best of Me dance practice, and saw, what has to be for the first time, Jung Kook's legs.

Have you seen his legs?

That's not a rhetorical question. Have you?

Because y'all, I saw his legs. And was wrecked.

Completely.

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The entire sequence from 0:33 to the end had me in a fucking chokehold.

Like the way I'm writing about Jungkook now is the way I'd write about the rapline. I sound downright vulgar talking about Yoongi I'm not even joking. And a little unhinged. And I think by now I seem a bit woo talking about Jeon Jung Kook.

Let us look at his legs.

Brace yourself.

(cute kookie break cause I need a minute)

(A little jikook... please don't ask how I have this picture saved in my gallery)

Anon, you were talking about "masculine... not a man not a woman"? You get all that here.

We can talk later about how good he is as a vocalist and about his very charming personality, but all I'd like to focus on today for JK is his legs.

#jung kook #jungkook only #ask #bts jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bangtan

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bluuespring · 2 years

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I was tagged by lovelies @ughbehavior & @ipegchangbin ♡!! thank you both

rules: share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then send this to/tag 10 people.

ajfpasf this took me forever to decide :’) so there are actually 12 and not 10 I’m so sorry.

1. jane eyre / this novel got me into reading, writing and studying literature so I’m eternally grateful for it. jane is a badass. she will not be caged. also rochester is an asshole and doesn’t deserve her.

2. bucky barnes (marvel) / I’m not into marvel that much anymore, but bucky will always have a special place in my heart, he is such a fascinating character and I will eternally love him and devote my soul to him. even my dad knows him too well (he took me to see civil war and i cried a lot) protect him at all costs. also fuck me up long-haired red shirt civil war bucky

3. jesse pinkman (breaking bad) / have I ever cried more tears for a fictional character? i dont think so. I couldve put anyone from this show (hANK SCHRADER???? MIKE?????? GUS???!?!! SKYLER???!?!?!!!!!!) but jesse... yeah. he’s my broken little dork and I still weep for him regularly.

4. joel miller (the last of us) / that goes without saying....w tf..... joel miller has had a chokehold on me since 2015 and he will never leave me. the tears I wept. the hURT I have felt. he is so special to me and his voice, his actions, his very being has influenced me to the core. I could write an entire thesis on this man.

5. elizabeth bennett / has a more badass mf ever existed in media? no. I think not. lizzie is the mvp. her and darcy are the originals. i dont care what you say.

6. jack from marrowbone / those who haven’t seen this movie just watch it... you’ll never be the same. what the fuck. I’m still not over it. wtf.

7. violet baudelaire / my role model as a child. I wanted to be 14 so bad for so long because I wanted to be violet. she’s a star. now she’s like my child. forever in my heart.

8. fred and george weasley / they come as a pair ok fight me.... but those two. oof. their writer is a piece of shit that deserves the worst but gred and forge deserve the best. I will never forgive and I will never forget™️. they were also the objects of my first official fanfic which gave me confidence in writing so yeah. they’re my soulmates. a part of me will always live above weasley’s wizard wheezes. ♡

9. rengoku (demon slayer) / I know this must be a ~mainstream~ choice or whatever but I don’t care. the imprint that he has left on me. him and tanjiro remind me of the importance of kindness and I have embraced it fully since.

10. kaz brekker (shadow and bone) / I really hesitated with inej but kaz. that boy. that character............ I will always vividly remember reading him for the first time. like oh. OH. oh. And it was too late

11. kang sae byeok (squid game) / I saw this girl and I knew... I knew we were going to have silent conversations. her portrayal. her vulnerability. her strength. she is it.

12. opie (sons of anarchy) / I havent even finished watching sons but .... fuck.... I saw ryan hurst who plays him at comic con bc my dad was a fan and he told a story about shampoo and I was never the same since.... he tugs at my heart strings and he’s everything the universe ought to look up to and i’m soft

13. and finally matilda / if there is an origin story to who I am. it’s this.

I don’t know who to tag so... anyone who wants to do it go ahead and tag me I’d love to see <333

Honorable Mentions (bc yes I have a long list)

- Dean Winchester from Supernatural (don’t ask me about it.... don’t...) - Eun-tak from Goblin (aposfjasfasf) - Hong Du-sik from Hometown Cha Cha Cha (husband material™️) - Celine & Jesse from the Before trilogy (those movies fucked me up..... but I love them.............) - L from Death Note (my little weirdo.... never change.... Ive never looked at a phone the same...) - Susan Pevensie from Narnia (another original) - Marta from Knives Out (i lOVE HER bless her heart) - Dallas from The Outsiders (its been more than a decade since.....) - Wanda from Marvel (she deserves better) - Temperance Brennan from Bones (inspiration) - Arthur Shelby from Peaky Blinders (a puppy. a child. i want to hold him.) - Frank Castle from The Punisher (hE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the excellence of morally grey!!!!!!) - Jaime Fraser from Outlander (i can’t deal with him....) - Cha-young from Vincenzo (a bADASS) - Glenn from the Walking Dead (no i will not talk about it) - Rip and Beth from Yellowstone (those two..... i’m.... *bites lip*) - The 12th Doctor from Doctor Who (don’t be lasagna will forever be imprinted into my brain) - House from House MD (a life inspiration. dont give a shit about people) - Connell and Marianne from Normal People (i wept) - Everyone™️ in the Haunting of Hill House (masterpiece)

#I'm probably forgetting really important ones but eh #the essential is there #if you ever want to talk in length about any of them #don't be shy<3 #thanks for tagging me!!!!! it was fun and painful at the same time #ily <3 #tag game #about me

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mignonricciardo · 2 years

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formula one drivers as romance tropes pt. 1

so... the thought of f1 drivers as romance tropes had me in an absolute chokehold so here is part 1. I'm thinking of exploring some of these scenarios more, so let me know if there are certain ones you'd be interested in reading!!

UPDATE: part 2 is here!

warnings: teeth-rotting fluff at times, mentions of death associated with Charles section (it made me so sad to write he really has been through so much), probably teeth-grinding typos as this is currently unedited

in summary: I am whipped

childhood love: Carlos Sainz

both of your dads were rally drivers back in the day

you practically grew up together, spending time together running around and watching the races

sometimes he would hold your hand during the races and you would hold his when either of your fathers were leading

he was your first kiss when you were 11 years old, and your dad had caught the two of you and told Carlos Sainz Sr. immediately

the two fathers were secretly wishing for this moment since you had been babies

once you got older and Carlos went off on his racing career, the two of you drifted some

you always kept up with him though, checking for his results and texting him good luck before major races

you even sent him a good luck text when he started his first race with Ferrari, attaching a picture of the two of you wearing baseball hats with the prancing horse and missing front teeth

even after all those years, the two of you still thought about each other and the feeling of your hands interlocked at races

Carlos Sr. was scheming after his son drunkenly admitted he missed you and the father invited your family out for the Spanish GP

your dad couldn't wait to catch up with his old friend and see a grown Carlos Jr., but it made you nervous

when the Ferrari driver saw you, he was suddenly a kid again

things picked up where they had left off so many years before, holding hands at races and sneaking kisses when no one was watching

workplace romance: George Russell

being a new face at Mercedes means there’s a lot of names he needs to learn and people he needs to meet

there is one face he can’t forget though

George's introduction to the marketing team left him speechless as he couldn't look away from you

he was kicking himself, yelling at himself to be professional, but he couldn't help but find his eyes trailing back to you

before he had officially joined the team, you were appointed as part of his personal team, managing some of his partnerships

after a push of confidence by some of his friends and some of your co-workers who had noticed his gaze, he finally got the courage to initiate things

he slyly asked you to dinner, swearing it was simply a business meeting

when you ran out of business to talk about, you found yourself glued to the table, deep in conversation with the brit

you had learned about his karting days and some of his struggles at Williams

you told him about uni and missing home, especially watching rom coms with your mom

he wouldn't let you take a cab back to your place despite your protest and drove you back to your town home

he walked you in and you offered him tea, and somehow he ended up staying late to watch a movie, with you falling asleep as the credits began rolling

and so it continued

George would absolutely gloat about himself when he finally locked you down, laughing about how his charms got you

because of his gloating and his "charm" you make him break it to Toto and the executive team about your relationship

forced proximity: Daniel Ricciardo

when your best friend marries daniel’s best friend, shenanigans and heavy flirtations follow

Daniel was the best man and you were the maid of honor

it's a destination wedding, so you're spending a week with the wedding party

you're paired with Daniel for wedding activities, but somehow you end up near him for absolutely everything

breakfast? you bump into him in line before he sits at the table next to you

gym? he comes into the gym halfway through your run and somehow ends up in the sauna too

club? you're situated next to him in the cramped limo, the side of your thighs brushing his with every jostle

sunrise at the beach? you thought it'd be quiet and all to yourself, but as you trek over the dune, you see familiar curly hair sprawled across a towel as orange blossoms across the horizon

he'd pat the spot next to him when he saw you on the beach, and you thought he'd be talkative, but instead the two of you watched in silent awe as the sun bid good morning

something about this moment causes a shift in the way you see him, and suddenly you're grateful for the run-ins all week

he flirts with you throughout the week, laughing when you blush at his comments

when he finally sees you before the ceremony, he is speechless, complimenting you when you link arms

your newly-wed friends insisted on a dance together at their reception, and Daniel chose suit and tie by Justin Timberlake

he would catch the garter and you the bouquet...

sometimes wives tales are true

fake relationship: Lewis Hamilton

Lewis wants the pressure off his back, so he asks a mutual friend for some help

it started halfway through the 2021 season when the media would only talk about his rivalry with Max

the pressure was starting to get to him, so someone suggested that a relationship would focus the media on that instead of his performance constantly

you were friends, and he knew he could trust you, plus you were an enigma to the media with a low profile and private social media presence

it started as just a few "secret" outings for speculation

sometimes you went to a fancy dinner and he'd pull your chair out for you

or he'd be seen leaving a race with flowers in his hand

leading up to Abu Dhabi, he took you out to dinner more frequently, and you'd laugh when you saw the pictures the next day

following the end of the season, you worried about him, but decided to give him space

he called you a few days after the race, asking if he could pick you up and you agreed, excited to see him and hoping for a smile

he took you on a drive, never taking you somewhere public as you anticipated to be snapped by paparazzi or fans

ignoring this, you enjoyed yourself with him, finding ease in his gentle laughter

the cycle repeated of him calling you and going for a drive or a hike, and sometimes he'd hold your hand in the car and steady you on a rocky hike by gripping your hips

finally, when he kissed you as he dropped you off at your secluded home, you knew it was more than a publicity stunt

he smiled as you invited him in, laughing when you promised no paparazzi were waiting

second chance: Sebastian vettel

years have passed and people have changed

when you first dated Sebastian, he was the hottest driver in F1 coming off his first world championship with Red Bull

those days were wild, and the two of you were just kids trying to find your way in a massive world

there was a lot of pressure - from his team, the media, your parents

ultimately, things soured, and as Sebastian prepared to move on to Ferrari, you prepared to move on from the turbulent world of F1

it was mutual, but that didn't make the goodbye any easier

fast forward six years, and your new job had brought you into managing partnerships for McLaren

you had gotten away with avoiding the races, but you could only stay away for so long before the roar of engines called you back

your first race back, you had avoided being in the paddock as much as possible for fear of running into your former flame

things were not terrible between the two of you, but so much time had passed and people had changed that you only really spoke through happy birthday and happy holiday texts

by the time your third race rolled around, the inevitable happened

he saw you in the hospitality area, and he did a double-take because why didn't you tell him you were back in the world of F1

he waited to approach you, trying to sort his own feelings before he could speak, but when he saw you walking through the paddock, memories came flooding back to him

he found himself in front of you with an open jaw, unable to say much besides a gentle 'hi, what are you doing here?'

after multiple dinners and sneaky hotel visits of catching up and reminiscing of what he called the good old days, it was like nothing had changed

he admitted first that he had missed you all this time, but when you echoed his sentiment, he felt like he could breathe easy for the first time since you left

soulmates: Charles Leclerc

following Jules’ accident, Charles changes until Anthoine’s passing reminds him to live

you and Charles had been high school sweethearts

your families were friends, and you had known him growing up until things became romantic when you were both 15

it was a dream really, everything was too good to be true

when Jules passed, he shut down and pushed you away, and while you understood where he was coming from, you couldn't pretend it didn't still hurt

so you promised to still be there for him, and you promised to remain his friend, but Charles' walls closed off any romance that may have remained

when your mother called and told you of his father's passing, your heart sank for him - he was just a kid still and had lost two role models

you reached out to him, and when you saw him in the church, black covering his body, it was like nothing had changed

so you stood by his side, and even though it hurt to know those walls were only reenforced, you couldn't blame him

your hands found each other throughout the day, a source of strength in the face of everything

and so it went, with more frequent phone calls and check-ins, but never crossing that line

this time, one of your friends called you with news of Anthoine's accident, and you were calling Charles, leaving messages and texts before you even realized it

when he returned home, you were waiting at his door, and he dropped his bags when he saw you, tears falling when you wrapped him in your arms

after sharing his grief from over the years, he shared his newfound perspective on life, admitting that he wished he had never shut you out

tears were shed and kisses shared, lingering touches filling the spaces words couldn't

brother’s best friend: Lando Norris

your brother had been friends with the Quadrant team for a while, having known Lando and Max since their karting days

he had always seen you as his annoying twin sister, but Lando liked when you would join them when they all hung out

you could always put your brother in his place, and Lando and Max admired how you could sass him into shutting up when no one else could even phase him

when they were boys, the three of them would complain about homework and school, proclaiming they didn't care because they would be famous one day, but Lando secretly wanted to do well still

the younger versions of your brother and Max teased him when they found the two of you talking about your recently read books in the kitchen instead of bringing them the snacks you had promised more than 10 minutes before

you didn't see the two of them as often when you became teenagers, but you kept up with them via text and facetime

you saw more of the two drivers when you moved to London for uni, especially when Max moved in with Lando

your brother had joined Quadrant and it felt like you were kids again, except this time they didn't tease you and Lando when you were caught in the kitchen or living room talking about books or music or video games

instead, they secretly had hoped the two of you would finally see each other romantically, and sometimes they'd drop subtle comments to see whose ears or cheeks would turn red

it finally happened on a Twitch stream when the Quadrant crew was playing skribble.io

your name had appeared for your brother to draw, and Max promptly typed Lando's crush into the chat, leading the McLaren driver to turn red and jumbling his words as the the entire team teased him

once you heard about the moment, your own cheeks turned red

your brother ultimately was the one who pushed Lando into making a move, assuring him he would hurt him and his chances at a world championship if he ever broke your heart

#formula one imagine #daniel ricciardo imagine #lando norris imagine #carlos sainz imagine #charles leclerc imagine #sebastian vettel imagines #lewis hamilton imagines #george russell imagine #formula 1 imagine #f1 drivers

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annab-nana · 3 years

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Is There Something There - Tom Holland

During an interview that you were doing with Tom for Endgame press, some of the questions catch you both off guard and one leads to you two talking about something you’ve both been feeling about each other.

A/N: I’m going to be honest. I don’t really like this one because I already feel like I use a lot of dialogue as a writer and this is an interview so there is a lot of dialogue, but I also like the story here so that why I decided to post it. Also, it’s my first Tom fic so I hope you all enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated!

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 4.1k+

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“I can’t believe you didn’t know who Obadiah Stane was,” you giggled with Tom as you two left the room you had just been in doing an interview to head to another one in a few minutes.

“He asked what an Obadiah Stane was, so I thought it was a thing, not a person,” he defended, his smile stretching as his words brought you more laughter.

“I’m sure Robert would love to know that his little buddy didn’t even know the name of the villain in the first Iron Man movie,” you teased Tom while he chuckled along with you. “But I will give you the infinity stones question. All I could remember was the reality stone and the time stone, but you rattled off the first five in a matter of seconds and then the last one came to your mind shortly after. It was impressive.”

“Thank you, thank you,” he stated sarcastically with a bow and a tip of his head. “You know what was funny? When you said Sebastian would be a bad baby name. That was hilarious,” he brought up before dying of laughter again at the joke you made earlier in the interview.

“Yeah, and I can guarantee you that he said my name too when they asked him which MCU name would be the worst as well,” you told him while laughing along with him.

“This is it I think,” the man who had been leading you to your next interview announced to you both before opening the door.

“Ladies first,” Tom said to you while holding a hand out to show you the way. You playfully rolled your eyes at the dork you had been paired with for the day as you walked into the room.

It was no secret that Tom Holland could not keep his mouth shut when he needed to. He just gets too excited and has to tell someone. He along with Ruffalo were terrible secret keepers and when it came to interviews, they had to do them with someone who could pay attention to them and catch them before they slip up. Benedict got paired with Mark and you obviously were with Tom.

“Good morning you two! I imagine you both have been very busy today,” the woman who would be conducting the interview asked when you and Tom walked over to her and got settled in your spots on the couch after you each shook her hand.

“Yes ma’am, we have been busy, but it has been loads of fun I would say,” Tom responded first while he got comfortable on the couch and stretched his arm to lay against the back of it before you nodded your head in agreement at his previous statement.

“Super fun especially since we get to do it together,” you spoke to the lady before meeting the dashing brown eyes of your partner for the day.

“She’s just saying that because she has to be with me. She actually hates me,” Tom teased while you rolled your eyes at him.

“I do not hate him. Does he get a little aggravating from time to time? Yeah, but I don’t hate him,” you played along with the boy’s joke as he chuckled lightly at you.

“Wait, y/n has to be with you, Tom?” the interviewer inquired, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion as to why you were forced to be with him. She probably thought it was a little weird that you, the actress who plays Guardian of the Galaxy Willa Adler, and Tom, the actor of Peter Parker who was also known as Spider-Man, were doing press for Endgame together. If she saw Infinity War, she knew you were both onscreen together a good bit in that movie, but still she most likely was wondering why you were not doing interviews with Chris Pratt like you normally were since he played your older brother figure in the past few Marvel films you have done.

“Well, yeah, someone has to be with me because I can’t keep my mouth shut and y/n is good at telling when I’m about to say something I shouldn’t, so she is here to help me not spill the beans on anything,” Tom laughed while a slight blush of embarrassment dusted across his cheeks.

“Yeah, I have been told I’m good at reading people and we’ve become really good friends lately, so I guess I better at reading him than some of the others. I don’t know. I think it’s funny that he has to be with someone, or he’ll spill all the information on everything,” you giggled as you responded to the question too.

“Oh well, I guess it’s good you two have been paired together and later on I’ll have some questions specifically for the both of you. Anyway, I spoke with Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan and that pair,” she paused for a chuckle, “They like to tease you two, don’t they?” As soon as she mentioned their names, you both knew where the question was headed and you and Tom both nodded towards the woman.

“Yeah, we have quite the rivalry with those two, don’t we?” Tom led the answer for you to continue.

“Yes, but it’s all out of love,” you reassured the interviewer while you all shared a laugh.

“It’s all love, for sure. I think it’s because we are the youngest and easiest to pick on because we take the jokes well and we’ll shoot them right back. I find it funny how it's them against us. We will tease them and they’ll tease us, but at the same time, we split it up and it’ll be me and Mackie going at each other, and y/n and Stan will pick on each other quite a bit. It’s like the big brothers teasing their younger siblings and they each have their favorite one to pick on. I love it. I find it so hilarious,” Tom told the woman, a chuckle falling past his lips.

“Especially the juice box joke,” you laughed. “That one is my favorite.”

“Juice box joke?” she asked, her emerald eyes dancing between you and Tom while you both wore huge smiles on your faces from all the laughing you both had been doing.

“Yeah, Mackie likes to joke and say that ‘I need my juice boxes or I’ll go crazy without them’ that I need the sugar or something,” Tom expressed using air quotes with his fingers to show Anthony’s words. “They say I need juice boxes and y/n needs water bottles.”

“Why’s that?” the lady quizzed at the second part of his sentence as a light laugh escaped her mouth. You audibly groaned, knowing which story was about to come up next.

“She forgets to drink water sometimes and then she’ll get dehydrated and when we’re shooting harder scenes or if there’s a lot of light on her and it gets hot, then it doesn’t end well,” Tom told the interviewer honestly before she looked to you to continue or confirm his statements.

“It was one time and I just forget to drink water sometimes. I’m okay,” you reassured before taking a sip of water from the glass next to you.

“One time?” the blonde woman inquired further. You loved doing these interviews, but at times the people conducting them tended to be a little pushy and don’t pick up on the hint that you don’t want to share this story. You knew she wasn’t going to give so you spoke.

“Tell the story, Tom,” you instructed with a sigh before turning in your chair to face him better. His hand still rested on the back of the couch behind you and he brought it down slightly to rub at the top of your back and play with your hair a little, a friendly and comforting gesture that you were very thankful for at the moment as he was about to share one of your more embarrassing experiences.

“Okay, so you know that scene in Infinity War where the Guardians, Strange, Tony, and I are in that spaceship and the Guardians are coming at us because they think we’re with Thanos?” When she nods her head, Tom continues with the story.

“Well, that particular day, y/n forgot to drink basically anything and in the makeup and suits and stuff, it gets really hot. It’s the scene where Willa has Peter Parker in a chokehold and Peter Quill has a gun to my head. So, when we were shooting that, y/n has her arms around my neck, not tightly obviously. She’s not actually trying to choke me, but you can feel it, you know. So, as I said, she wasn’t holding me tightly, but I felt her arms loosen from around me before she was supposed to, and she leaned against me a little.” The interviewer let out a slight gasp before looking at you and you nodded towards her, letting her know his words were true.

“I turned my head and asked her if she was okay, but she just nodded her head. She didn’t say anything, just nodded her head, and right then I knew something was wrong just by looking at her. I turned around and grabbed her before she fell and sat down with her. Chris came as well and was checking on her while Benedict and Robert went to get help and some water. But we got her some water, and she was good to go shortly after.”

“That must’ve been scary for the both of you,” she commented while her widened eyes jumped from yours to the set of honey brown ones to your left.

“It was honestly one of the scariest days on set for me,” Tom added before looking to you, his fingers still switching from rubbing small circles into your neck and twirling your hair between them.

“I was in and out of it, so I don’t remember much. All I remember is leaning against him and him helping me down. It was more embarrassing to me and I hate thinking about it, but now I will never get to forget about it because Anthony and Seb won’t ever let me live it down,” you told the woman with a small laugh which she joined in on along with Tom.

“Your characters both have this relationship with someone older than you that you look up to, Peter Parker with Tony Stark and Willa Adler with Peter Quill. How was it for you both to do your death scene in Infinity War with those people?” she asked you and Tom. Tom looked to you for you to start off the question so you do.

“Both Willa and Peter have had it rough as far as a mentor or someone who can really help guide them in life because they keep losing them. Peter lost his parents when he was younger, then his uncle, and then he disintegrates in Tony’s arms. Willa lost a lot of people in a short amount of time. Quill and Willa were both taken by Yondu at different times for their own good to save them from their terrible fathers, so she didn’t have anyone to look up to on Earth. Then she lost Yondu and feared she lost Quill when things with Ego went down. Then in Infinity War when they are all trying to take the gauntlet off Thanos, she finds out that she lost Gamora, the only girl Willa has ever had by her side, so that breaks her even further. Then after the snap, she watches all of her found family turn to dust around her. She watches Quill turn to ashes right before she can get to him and then she tries to run to Nebula who is the only person she has left before she goes with the rest of them. Right after that, we watch Peter and Tony hold each other and Peter goes so the scene overall is a terribly sad one. It took a lot of emotion for both of us I think.”

“Yeah, like she said, both of them have experienced great loss. Peter is a little more used to it while Willa loses someone before she’s done grieving the last person she lost. She definitely had to put a lot more emotion into it, but Willa is also the kind of person who holds her emotions in. You can see in that scene she was talking about, Willa tried to hold it in when she found out about Gamora but started to break down as she saw everyone she loved dissipate into nothing. Peter was emotional of course and he didn’t want to go like he just saw everyone around him do but at least he went out in the arms of someone he loves and looks up to a lot,” Tom added to your explanation with his own.

“I would say that scene after the snap with you two is the saddest in my opinion. So, to lighten the mood a little, there is a lot of talk about the family feel that the cast has, and the people wanted to know if that is true?” she asked as she flipped through her cards.

“Yes!” you immediately agreed.

“Of course, we all get along and it is super fun especially in films like these where we get to be together. Peter got to be with Iron Man, Doctor Strange, and the Guardians of the Galaxy and it was amazing filming with everybody. I loved it, didn’t you?” Tom pushed the question over to you.

“Yeah, it was super fun. I always get to film with a large group of people, but I got to film with Chris Hemsworth and then later on with RDJ and Benedict and Tom. It was great to work with so many amazing people,” you commented while you shifted in your seat a little, trying to get comfortable again.

“Mackie and Stan are like our annoying older brothers as I said earlier,” Tom mentioned with a light chuckle.

“Yeah,” you giggled before continuing with his analogy. “RDJ, Evans, and Hemsworth are like the fathers, the founding fathers really since they’ve been there since the beginning. Umm, Pratt and Rudd are the funny uncles. Elizabeth, Zoe, Karen, Scarlett, and Danai are the cool aunts. And then you’ve got people like Benedict, Chadwick, Pom, Letitia, and Tom who are absolute sweethearts. Everyone is just super cool and fun and sweet, and we couldn’t ask for a better group of people to work with.” The lady awed at your words while Tom’s eyes softened at them.

“That was really sweet, y/n, and you are amazing to work with as well,” he grinned as he spoke which you returned him on as well while you nodded at him. His hand shifted down to your shoulder and he kept it there, something you didn’t mind at all. “Everything she said was spot on and everyone we get the opportunity to work with is awesome and they’re great people. I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

“Do you think your characters will appear onscreen together in the future?” the interviewer questioned before she looked up from her card to the both of you.

“Um, I’ll take this one,” you said to both of them, but mainly to Tom so he knew he wouldn’t have to add anything or spoil anything without knowing it. “So, Peter normally protects Queens, and Willa’s territory is all of outer space. In Infinity War, you saw that Peter’s experience in space wasn’t the best and Willa had a terrible life on Earth though she didn’t know it at the time because she was so young when Yondu took her. I don’t see them crossing paths again in the future if everything gets ‘fixed’ like everyone is hoping for, but if another space titan comes to destroy half of all living things or something big like that, then yeah maybe you’d see Willa and Peter onscreen again, but I don’t think it is likely,” you told the woman as she nodded her head.

“Marvel is full of surprises though, so you never know what is going to happen,” Tom added, earning a laugh from you since you knew firsthand how true the statement was.

“The fans love seeing you two together and you both clearly have good chemistry so what is it like working with one another?” the blonde asked before pushing some fallen hair behind her ear.

“I’ll go first,” Tom stated as he turned a bit in his seat and smiled your way. You playfully rolled your eyes, getting ready for him to completely roast your ass.

“She’s mean, a total diva, a drama queen,” he started listing off several false claims before busting out laughing at your pouting face. “I’m kidding,” he chuckled while he leaned over to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“No, go on. I’m thinking about teaming up with Mackie and Seb and all three of us can rip you to shreds,” you sarcastically smiled at him before you dropped the grin and shot him a death glare.

“Okay maybe I wasn’t lying about the mean part,” he joked causing you to smile again. His brown eyes lit up at the sight and he finally continued with answering the question.

“No, but for real, she is amazing, as a person and as an actress. Every time I watch her, I am reminded of how phenomenal of an actress she is. You all have seen the gag reels of me and how I can’t keep a straight face if my life depended on it, but I watched her and the person she was filming with slipped up. She kept a straight face until they started laughing so she started laughing too. If that was me, I would’ve started laughing before anyone even messed up. And even when she’s feeling poorly, she performs so well. Y/n is so incredible to watch and work with. She is truly a great person and an even better friend. I’m glad we have each other to lean on when we get teased for being the youngest out of everyone,” he chuckled after literally just melting your heart. You leaned over to wrap your arms around his torso, his arm going around your back to rest his hand on your side.

“That was really sweet, Tom,” you whispered while giving him a little squeeze before pulling away from him. He did not remove his arm from around you though, so you scooted closer to make it more comfortable for you both.

“He may say my acting is good, but I’ve got to brag on his as well. He is so good at improvising and going with the flow of things. I am a very ‘follow the lines and stick to the script’ kind of person, but his improv makes his scenes and character so much better. That may be because he is basically Peter Parker in real life so when the cameras are rolling, it is truly interesting to see. He lights up any room he walks into and makes every day easier when we are working. He is a delight to work with and just generally be around and I’m glad we’re friends.”

“Thanks y/n,” he grinned down at you and you smiled right back.

“How is he like Peter Parker in real life?” the woman further inquired as she adjusted herself in her seat to sit more comfortably.

“For one, he is a major dork,” you started before snickering at Tom’s furrowed brows and stuck out lip.

“You just said all that nice stuff and then called me a dork,” he huffed and turned his head from you. He dramatically removed his arm from around and placed his hand in his lap.

“Oh, come on. You know it’s true,” you told him to which he sighed.

“Yeah, it’s true,” he gave in before nodding at the interviewer.

“So, there’s that,” you continued to answer the question. “He’s a little awkward, but in a charming and lovable way. He cannot keep a secret at all. There’s probably more, but that’s all I can think of right now. Everybody loves Peter Parker and everyone loves Tom Holland. I mean it when I say they are the same person.”

“So, there is a good bit of speculation of a budding romance between the both of you and the people want to know if there is something there,” she stated before playing with the rings on her fingers.

Before you could open your mouth to deny the suspicion, Tom grabbed your hand in his, interlacing his fingers with yours. A blush crept up on your cheeks when he placed his lips against the back of your hand.

“Do you want to tell her, babe?” he asked as he shot you a wink, the small act telling you it was a joke. The growing grin on his face told you his actions were false as well, but you couldn’t help how your heart fell that it was all a lie. You once again rolled your eyes at the boy who held your hand.

“You can tell her, sweetheart,” you giggled while Tom held your hand in both of his and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Y/n and I have been in a relationship for a little while now and that relationship has been completely platonic and we are just friends,” he laughed as he placed your hand back in your own lap. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t miss the feeling of his hand in yours, but now was not the time to think about that.

“Yeah guys, we’re only friends,” you chuckled, making eye contact with the camera that was filming the whole thing while you lifted your head from its previous resting place on his shoulder. “Nothing more.”

Later after the interview, you and Tom are walking to the car that was going to take you both back to your hotel and the events of earlier kept circling through your mind. The way it felt to have his arm around you and you leaning into his side. You craved that feeling. His hand in yours and his lips pressed to the back of it. You wanted more of that. Just being with him, you strived to have more moments with him, but you always thought that it was because you were really good friends and you liked having his presence near. However, you feared that you were into something more that he was not going to be interested in.

“You did good with the whole dating joke. That was funny,” you giggled lightly as you bumped his shoulder while walking by his side.

“Hopefully, you didn’t think it was too funny,” he mumbled, his own eyes widening at his slight confession. Your eyebrows drew together in confusion and your feet stopped moving forward.

“What?” you spoke the only word that was running through your mind at the moment. Tom stopped walking as well and turned to face you.

“I kinda liked holding your hand and I kinda like you,” he stated sheepishly, his gorgeous brown eyes looking everywhere but at you.

“What are you saying, Tom?” you asked, knowing exactly what he was saying but you wanted to be sure. He stepped forward a bit and took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers just as he did before.

“I’m saying that I like you, y/n, and I want to be with you. We can just try it out for a little bit?” he asked more than stated.

“You mean we can try out being together?”

“Yeah, we can keep it quiet until we’re sure and then if you want, we can go public with it. I was not lying when I said I love working with you. It wasn’t because you’re great to work with because you are. It was because you are great to be with. So maybe we try this out and see how things work with us while we do press and see how things work after this when we are separate and doing our own thing. We can go from there and see if this is something we want to continue or announce?” he questioned nervously while his eyes finally locked with yours. The corners of your mouth turned upwards in a huge grin, happy to be hearing what you had wished to hear for a while now.

“I’d love to be with you, Tom,” you gushed, grinning ear to ear.

“Well, that’s great, babe,” he chuckled after using the nickname he called you earlier. His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You felt his breath fan over your lips before he closed the space between you two.

“But you know that Mackie and Seb are going to pick on us about this too right?” you reminded him when you pulled away slightly and he giggled.

“Yeah, we’re never going to hear the end of it.”

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yarichin-imagines · 3 years

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I would love to be in a poly relationship with Jimmy and Yuri

Thank you so much for requesting! I didn’t know if you wanted a scenario or headcannons so I figured for right now, I’d do headcannons. If you want a scenario, or NSFW headcannons, let me know and I’ll gladly do them!

Poly relationship with Toru Fujisaki (Jimmy) and Ayato Yuri

So let’s start this out with how you met and got to know our good ol’ boy Yuri. It seems logical in my brain that he would be the first one you meet and actually have a friendship/relationship with between the two. Realistically, Toru would have an interest in whatever Yuri did. So if you weren’t involved with Yuri, chances are - Toru wouldn’t blink twice at you.

But any-who

Let’s sprinkle some of that fanfiction magic and say despite your gender or how you identify - you ended up at Morimori Academy. You fell from the sky like the angel you are. Or you climbed up from the depths of hell with a purpose. However you came, you ended up in the academy with your mind set on the photography club. Several of your classmates had hinted that you should join said club because its good for the entire school.

So after joining the hot mess that is known as the photography club, you got the joy of laying eyes on the one and only Ayato Yuri.

Your initial relationship with the pink haired sex maniac could go two ways depending on how you go about things.

If your first response is to pull the same attitude as our lovely protagonist Toono, Yuri might find you interesting for only a small amount of time. If you don’t have much of an interest doing the horizontal tango, chances are that it might be a little difficult to form a bond with Yuri right off the bat. But if you’re resilient enough, and take time out of your day to hang out with him, he could grow attached to you very quickly.

Now let’s say you’re like me and would be an absolute HOE in this universe, Yuri would be itching to have a go with you. Your bond would be formed with the base being sex. And if you’re a switch, Yuri is gonna be star struck. In my opinion - it would be easier to form a bond with him this way because it’s an area of common ground while mixed with the chemicals that are released in your brain during sex. It makes him think about you in a very warm hearted way.

He finds himself wanting you to stay longer after each encounter the two of you have. You’d slide out of bed or off of any surface he decided was suitable for that tryst and begin to put your clothes on. And before you knew what was happening, he would be pulling you back to him and keep you by his side until he decides that the two of you probably need some kind of sustenance.

You would know he was getting a soft spot for you if he began to appear more and more in the hours of your day to day life. Grabbing lunch in the cafeteria? He’s suddenly by your side probably stealing your dessert. Leaving your last class of the day? He’d already be outside, ready for a round in the sheets.

The thing that would seal the deal for him and how he feels about you would be after you had a particularly rough session with another guy. You would be feeling pretty low since aftercare isn’t a thing of this universe apparently and your first thought would be to go to Yuri. Depending on what time of the day it is, you’d most likely find him in his room.

When he opens the door and sees you standing there covered in red marks with tears in your eyes, he would connect the dots pretty fast. We love our smart boy.

I feel like he’d take a shower with you and wash you off. It’s his way of saying that whoever touched you - they are no longer on your skin. With Yuri, he shows he cares more than he tells you. He’s not quite good with words. He’d use his shower products and run the suds over every mark on your skin. He’d definitely was your hair too.

Afterwards, he’d take you back to his dorm and bundle you up under his covers and watch your favorite movie with you on his phone. Of course you’d hardly be able to focus when he’s always leaning over begging for kisses.

But after you went to sleep, I definitely think he’d stare at you - his mind racing. I think it’s hard for Yuri to put things together (outside of schoolwork) so his mind would be racing all night with different thoughts. But in the end, I think he’d whisper in your ear as you slept that he would continue to protect you.

The next morning, you’d probably wake up alone. He doesn’t tend to sleep much or when he does, he’s a restless sleeper. So he’d most likely wake up long before you.

But - as you’re getting dressed, you’d find one of his rings placed perfectly on one of your fingers. Now it’s your turn to connect the dots. I absolutely do not think Yuri would come right out and confess and ask you to date him. I don’t even think the two of you would have a basic run-of-the-mill relationship. I think the closest thing to what the two of you would have is on open relationship?

Yuri tends to do his own thing and he would expect you to do the same. Continue to be a hoe, he’d like that. But!! You’d be the only person that would be allowed to see him vulnerable or to sleep with him in his bed. That is something he would keep between the two of you.

Now when Toru comes into the picture, things would shift drastically. Initially, he would only find an interest in Yuri. If we continue down the plot of the manga, Yuri would still save him from the rooftop that fateful day. So of course Toru would take a liking to him.

From his stalking ways, he would soon find out that you were the only person going into Yuri’s room each and every night. That is what stirs the burning feeling of jealousy inside him. He wanted to be in your shoes. He wanted to be that close to Yuri.

One day after sneaking into Yuri’s room, he’d stay in there long enough to hear your giggles as Yuri pulls you into his room after dinner. He’d be the one to witness how Yuri let you take out his piercings to soak them in cleaner or how he would let you paint his nails. And from his place under the bed, he’d finally realize that whatever the two of you had, it was pure.

When he saw how you’d take care of Yuri - physically as well as mentally and emotionally - that is when he started to look at you differently as well. Toru knows that he is not in the right head space and a small part of him starts to crave the warmth and affection that you give Yuri.

That is how his obsession with you began.

Yuri, being the smart cookie that he is, he would catch on very quickly to how Toru’s eyes drifted over you every time Yuri would look his way. And while many guys looked at you throughout the day, there was something different in Toru’s gaze. A longing that no other guy had.

Soon after Yuri began bumping uglies with Toru, he would begin to form a plan. If the way the other male stared at you had anything to do with how he felt, Yuri was going to sniff out whatever it was that Toru was feeling.

Yuri would definitely feel a little protective at first. He cares for you deeply and would not want anything to happen to you at the hands of Toru.

But when he finds himself also starting to care for the blushing man, he would feel conflicted. All his plans would quickly fall apart as a sense of fear and paranoia filled his mind. It is never in his intentions to hurt you and he feels that Toru having a place in his heart would really bring you down. He knows that you are okay with all of his other sexual escapades simply because you know Yuri does not care for them. But sleeping with Toru while he has feelings for him - Yuri would view that as betraying you in a way.

But you on the other hand - had taken an interest in Toru as well.

His heart almost stopped when he joined you for lunch one day and found you laughing and talking with Toru. When he sat down, you turned to him and almost out of the blue - you asked him if the dark haired male could join you in the bedroom one night. When Yuri nodded, you simply cheered and went back to talking to Toru.

After several interesting nights with the two of them, you could see how Yuri reacted to the other male. It was almost how he started with you. You knew that Yuri would never purposely hurt you. But you could also see what drew Yuri to him in the first place. Toru was a shy boy, never really knowing how to voice his emotions without crying. You felt the pull towards him as well in terms of wanting to care for him. And the sex was always great - that was a bonus.

The more you watched the two of them interact - the more your heart warmed. There was no way you could split them apart. When you entered Yuri’s dorm one night to find him putting Toru in a chokehold with his thighs - simply because Toru wouldn’t let Yuri pierce his ears. And with that, your decision was final.

After an intense round one night, you lay snuggled between the two as you all attempted to catch your breath. There was such a serene quiet over the room that you figured now would be the best time to confront the two about their feelings. So as you played with Toru’s hair as he rested his head on your chest, you craned your neck to look at Yuri where he lay spread out towards the end of bed - his head on your thigh.

When you confess to knowing about how they feel about each other, both of them would suddenly be on high alert. Yuri would be scared that you were about to leave him and Toru was scared that he might get his ass beat. But when you confess that you like the both of them too and wanted to stay like this with them for a while, they both would look at each other before smiling widely.

It feels good to be accepted for who you are and what you love so when you validate their feelings, they will be on cloud nine.

And tbh, the three of you would be the school power poly couple. I don’t think anyone would mess with you considering Toru would literally fly out of nowhere - ready to beat some ass for you. And Yuri would be the life of the relationship, never letting there be a dull moment.

And now I am going to go cry in the corner because I know I will never get this. Ever.

I hope you enjoyed! I got really caught up in how the relationship came to be and not enough on the dating aspects if the three of you were already together. So if you want a continuation, do not hesitate to send a request in!

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amythedvdhoarder · 4 years

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Protection - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: Mention of violence, swearing, angst and fluff

Word count: 2.8K

Author’s Notes: First ever attempt at writing anything, apologies for it being terrible

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He ran his fingers through his long hair, he knew he needed a haircut but couldn’t bring himself to do it. His eyes are directed towards the training ring, he watches you studiously as you spar with his best friend. Bucky resumes his leg presses whilst keeping an eye nervously on what is happening across the gym.

Steve circles you and you mimic his actions. “Come on Captain, what are you waiting for” you tease softly.

“You Y/N” he smirks. You see his left hand drop slightly and in a blur of movement you are leaping at him, ready to swing around his neck and get him into a chokehold. But you don’t make it, instead you feel a massive force hit your chest as you are knocked backwards. You back thuds to the ground and your head snaps back and hits the mat, everything begins to fade.

Bucky is there in a second, sprinting across the room and jumping over the ropes at the side. His hands are gently on you, assessing the damage. He knows you are still recovering from an injury from your last mission, he curses Steve in his head and grazes his fingers over your cheek. He see’s you twitch slightly at the touch and slowly but surely your eyes flutter open.

Steve stutters from somewhere, still frozen in shock “Y/N? ...Y/N please … I’m sorry. Shit!”

“Lang…” you begin to mutter but then you become distracted. Your eyes are suddenly locked to the blue ones close to your face, you become aware that Bucky is straddled over your waist, his fingers still on your cheek. A blush begins to creep over your face, you squirm slightly beneath him and a sharp hiss escapes your mouth.

“Don’t move doll” he says softly “I am just checking you over, I can’t see any broken bones, you might have a little concussion though. What’s my name?”

“James Buchanan Barnes or Bucky” You are starting to feel uneasy now, you feel the dull pain in your head but the sharp pains coming from your shoulder are worrying you. You cannot get over how close he is to you, the concern in his eyes and the softness of the cold metal fingers tracing over your left shoulder. A gasp escapes you lips. “My shoulder hurts”. Bucky nods in understanding, he can’t help the guilt starting to wash over him, he still can’t believe that he let this happen to you… Your face is pale and twisted in pain and he knows that even though Steve had been sparring with you, it was ultimately his fault.

“Buck, we need to get her to the Medbay for a check-up, now”. Steve snapped Bucky back from his thoughts. “This might hurt doll” as he removes himself from your waist, he crouches beside you, his arm slowly reaches under your back as the other catches up your knees. You scrunch your eyes as he begins to lift you, you try to hold back the cry escaping your lips but don’t succeed. The sharp noise pierces the two super soldiers around you, both feeling a stab of guilt travel through their bodies. “I’m sorry doll, so sorry”. Bucky places a soft kiss on your sweat glistened forehead as he carries you gently from the room, down the corridor and to the Medbay. Steve follows closely not taking is eyes off you.

Tony stares at the two men as they carry you over. “What the hell did you do now Barnes?” he snaps. Bucky moves his eyes away from Tony to you. You look so fragile in his arms, he should have protected you, he knew that. “Put her down there, let’s have a look at you kid” Tony’s tone softens as Bucky lowers you slowly to the nearest bed. “You can go now, both of you. I will look after her” he turns to look at you “I will have you up in no time kid”.

Bucky and Steve glance at you and start turning away. “No wait ...” You called them, wincing slightly as you tried to shift yourself to see them better. They look back at you. “We’ll be outside doll, the whole time. Just the other side of this door” he points “call us and we will be there, Ok?” His eyes have found you and you can see the pain and tension there. You nod, you instantly regret it as another sharp pain shoots from your shoulder, there is a quiet intake of air through your mouth. You know they both hear it, you can see it as their shoulders slump further into their bodies. “We are right here” Steve softly calls to you as they both turn and leave through the doors.

You watch as they leave, you blink away the tears in your eyes. “Right, now I am going to scan your shoulder to check whether Barnes has done further damage to your shoulder” “it wasn’t Buck, it was Steve. We were sparring” you interrupt him. Tony tenses a little bit. You know he still hasn’t forgiven Bucky for what happened at the HYDRA base a month ago, you try ignore the memories thinking about it brings up. “Well whoever then” Tony says tightly “I am going to warn you now this is going to hurt. I need to sit you up and lift your arm out so I can get a full scan”

You nod in understanding as his starts to move you. A loud scream escapes your mouth, the you feel a sharp scratch as Tony injects you with some painkillers, the pain coursing through your shoulder starts to numb slowly. You look at Tony as if to let him know he can carry on. Tony begins moving your arm and then moves the scanner in front of you.

Outside in the corridor, Bucky and Steve are beside themselves. They hear your scream. Steve starts to inspect the floor next to his left foot. Bucky on the other hand loses it.

“This is your fault you jackass, what were you thinking, you know she is still recovering, then you hit her straight in the chest anyway? What the fuck man?” Bucky doesn’t remember moving but he now has Steve pinned against the wall by the scruff of his shirt. His left hand smashed into the wall to the left of Steve’s head. Steve stays quiet, shocked, looking at his best friend, he doesn’t try to move. His eyes meet Bucky’s hard glare, he can see the fight Bucky is having in his head to keep control. Steve’s look softens, Bucky slowly pulls his metal arm out of the wall, keeping his right arm firmly pushing Steve against the wall. “I’m sorry Buck, it was a reflex, I saw her coming at me and defended.” Steve tries to rationalise his actions, he knows he should have been more careful considering the circumstances.

Bucky’s grip loosens. He knows this isn’t Steve’s fault. It’s his. He can’t protect you in the way he needs to. He feels useless. You mean so much to him, more than you know. He can’t believe how lucky he is that you fell into his life over a year ago. Tony had seen what things you were doing at SHIELD in the UK, he had pinched you from them and made you an Avenger. Bucky and Steve had been training you up, he loved watching you as you trained and gained confidence. He had studied you intently as you began to relax more into your role, your personality had come out. You had a sense of humour and he couldn’t get enough of seeing you tease people with your sarcasm.

Of course, there was something else; you were gorgeous, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, you moved with grace and had smile that made his chest tighten. It hurt him to be away from you, he was like an excited kid on Christmas day, always up early, eager to see you. He had learnt in the first few weeks that you like to go for an early run in the gym followed by a smoothie afterwards. He made it one of his main goals in life to be around you every morning. Bucky had bumped into you one morning when coming back from the kitchen with some water; you were walking down the corridor with a towel slung over your shoulder, tying your hair up as you walked, revealing a small section of your toned stomach as your tank top crept up. This was something that Bucky kept in his thoughts, the thought of slowly removing your top to expose more of your golden skin excited him. He had politely said good morning and asked you where you were heading. You hadn’t seemed surprised when his door opened the next morning as you walked past nor taken a back when he asked if he could join you in the gym. From then on you had been inseparable, you hung out all the time, watched movies together, you had been growing closer by the day. You would playfully argue with him about where to get lunch and tease him about his struggles with modern technology.

Steve had noticed how happy Bucky had become, the happiest he had seen him in since joining the team. Steve had a sneaky suspicion that Bucky was harbouring some pretty strong feelings for you, he saw Bucky snake his arms around you as he watched a film with you. He noticed how Bucky would look at you when you laughed or when you played with his hair. Steve had also noticed the way you looked at Bucky when you thought no one was watching. He watched as you waited for Bucky to return from a mission, you would nervously bite your bottom lip and twiddle your fingers anxiously. Bucky would call you on the way back from every mission and Steve would notice the grin and light that crept into your eyes. He knew that you felt the same way as Bucky.

Bucky let go of Steve fully now and dropped his head. He couldn’t stop the shaking that had started within him. Steve wrapped an arm around Bucky. “This isn’t your fault, you can’t beat yourself up about this. She is good at her job and she knows the risks around it. She wanted to start training again, you can’t wrap her in cotton wool Buck”

“I know Stevie, it’s just I can’t get the image of her on that last mission. Covered in blood, her shoulder smashed to pieces. That was my fault, she got hurt protecting me. I’ve let her down and she is still hurting because of it. I don’t deserve her; how could she love someone like me. I can’t even keep her ...” Bucky’s voice faltered, tears began rolling down his face.

“Buck, do you love her?” Steve questioned softly, he gripped Bucky’s shoulder softly. Bucky looked up at him and nodded slowly. A smile tugged at the corner of Steve’s mouth. “You need to tell her how you feel. She doesn’t blame you for any of it you know. She told me she would have done that for anyone. I know Y/N, she will be absolutely fine in a few hours, I think you and her need to chat. There are some things you need to sort out.” Steve fell silent, looking for a reaction. Bucky suddenly stood up he walked to the doors glanced in. He saw Y/N sat up, she had regained some of the colour in her face and was chatting away to Tony who was still inspecting the scans he had just carried out.

Buck turned back to Steve “don’t let her go anywhere, I will be right back”. Steve watched as Bucky darted off down the corridor towards the elevator. Steve’s head snapped back when he heard the doors open, Tony glared at him. “You idiot, what were you thinking Rodgers? You could have done some serious damage to the kid” “Tony leave them alone, let them come in now” you called from the bed. Steve entered. You looked around for Bucky but couldn’t see him, you couldn’t hide the disappointment as the question formed on your lips. “He will be right back Y/N” Steve stopped you as you the words had started to form in your mouth. You sigh and twirled a few loose strand of hair around your finger. You noticed that Steve was staring at your shoulder “It’s fine Steve, we were training. I shouldn’t have rushed back into training”. “You’re lucky Rogers, no sign of further trauma, will just be a bit sore” Tony said handing you an icepack to hold on your shoulder. “Stay here for 30 minutes with that on, then you can go, you’re not concussed but I just want FRIDAY to monitor you for a bit. Then you’re free to go”. You glanced at him and smiled, he was like a father figure to you. He was similar to your father who had passed 5 years ago, so immediately you had formed a bond with him when you arrived. You could spend hours with him whilst he tinkered with his cars and suits, you had even helped him design your suit. Your mind had drifted and when you became aware of coldness begin to sooth your shoulder your attention snapped back.

Tony said his goodbyes and muttered about being late for dinner with Pepper. Steve stayed with you. “Once Bucky is back I am going to head off, I have a mission to prep for, Buck will look after you. I am really sorry Y/N, I should have been more careful”. You shifted, groaning slightly as you moved your uninjured arm around him, placed a soft kiss on his check and muttered in his ear “it’s fine Steve, no harm done. I’ll get you back next time”. Steve chuckled at this and pulled you gently into a hug.

Both of you heard the door close and quickly separated. Bucky was stood there, he had a smoothie in his hand. You saw some unknown emotion flash over his face and then it was gone. He looked at you and started walking over. “Sorry to interrupt, are you alright?” he said in a low voice. “It’s alright Buck, I’m fine” you replied a little confused. “Just a bit sore, nothing some rest won’t fix” you added. You licked your lips at the smoothie “is that for me?” He nodded and handed the smoothie to you; his eyes didn’t leave yours and you felt a heat move across your face. Finally, as you took a sip of the drink you tore your eyes from his.

“Ok, I am off then” Steve said suddenly as he stood up. “Sorry again Y/N, you should be able to go soon though, see you later Buck. Will leave you to it” You weren’t sure whether you were missing something, but Bucky shot a quick look at Steve who smirked slightly as he left.

“This is delicious Buck, thank you” Bucky’s attention was back on you at these words, he smiled briefly. “I mean it, thank you for helping me today as well, you’re always there for me and I love hanging out with you, hell I think I …” You were stopped before you could finish, a pair of soft lips touched yours. He was so gentle, he pulled back slowly searching for your eyes, his fingers slowly pulled your chin up to meet his gaze. He looked torn, you could see him licking his lips and then he pulled back “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t get in the way of you and Stevie”. You were shocked, you had gone from blissfully happy to finally have his lips on yours, something you had been yearning for since the first day you met him, to hurt. “Steve?” you stammered “nothing is going on between me and Steve, are absolutely mad! Are you blind? Bucky urgh you are so infuriating sometimes!” Bucky didn’t know what to say, what did she mean ‘are you blind’? He quickly brushed aside the heat he could feel swelling in him, God you looked so beautiful when you were angry. “I saw you together when I came in. Clearly you feel something for him?”. “Friendship Bucky that’s it, me and Steve are friends, you’re so oblivious, aren’t you?” you snapped back. You swung your legs off the bed, wincing slightly. You ignored the worry on Bucky’s face and left without saying a word.

Bucky was stood, horror struck. He wanted to follow you but couldn’t tell his feet to move. What had he done?

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boreothegoldfinch · 3 years

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chapter 11 paragraph ix

The Purple Cow was on an untravelled one-way street just wide enough for a car to go through. All the other businesses around—pharmacy, bakery, bike shop—were shut tight, everything but an Indonesian restaurant on the far end. Shirley Temple let us off out front. On the opposite wall, graffiti: smiley face and arrows, Warning Radioactive, stenciled lightning bolt with the word Shazam, dripping horror-movie letters, keep it nice! I looked in through the glass door. The place was long and narrow, and— at first glance—empty. Purple walls; stained glass ceiling lamp; mismatched tables and chairs painted kindergarten colors and the lights low except for a grillside counter area and a lighted cold case glowing in back. Sickly house plants; signed black-and-white photo of John and Yoko; bulletin board shaggy with leaflets and flyers for satsangs and yoga classes and varied holistic modalities. On the wall was a mural of the Tarot arcana and, in the window, a flimsy computer-printed menu featuring a number of Everett-style wholefoods: carrotsoup, nettlesoup, nettlemash, lentil-nutspie—nothing very appetizing, but it made me remember that the last honest-to-God, more-than-a-few-bites meal I’d eaten had been the take-out curry in bed back at Kitsey’s. Boris saw me looking at it. “I am hungry too,” he said, rather formally. “We will go get a really good dinner together. Blake’s. Twenty minutes.” “You’re not going in?” “Not yet.” He was standing slightly to the side, out of view of the glass doors, looking up and down the street. Shirley Temple was circling the block. “Don’t be here talking to me. Go with Victor and Gyuri.” The man who sloped up to the glass door of the cafe was a scrawny, sketchy, twitchy-looking guy in his sixties, with a long narrow face and long freak hair past his shoulders and a peaked denim cap straight from Soul Train 1973. He stood there with his ring of keys and looked past Victor to me and Gyuri and seemed undecided whether to let us in. His close-set eyes, his brushy gray eyebrows and his puffy gray moustache gave him the look of a suspicious old schnauzer dog. Then another guy appeared, much much younger and much much bigger, half a head taller even than Gyuri, Malaysian or Indonesian with a face tattoo and eyepopping diamonds in his ears and a black topknot on the crown of his head that made him look like one of the harpooners from Moby Dick, if one of the harpooners from Moby Dick had happened to be wearing velvet track pants and a peach satin baseball jacket.

The old tweaker was making a call on his mobile. He waited, his eyes cagily on us the whole while. Then he made another call and turned his back and walked away into the depths of the lunchcafe, talking, palm pressed to cheek and ear in the manner of a hysterical housewife while the Indonesian stood in the glass door and watched us, unnaturally still. There was a brief exchange and then the old tweaker returned and with wrinkled brow and seeming reluctance began fumbling with the key ring, turning the key in the lock. The minute we were in he began yammering to Victor Cherry and throwing his arms about, while the Indonesian strolled over and leaned against the wall with his arms folded, listening. Some disturbance, definitely. Discomfort. What language were they speaking? Romanian? Czech? What it was about I had not a clue but Victor Cherry seemed cold and annoyed while the old gray-head tweaker grew more and more agitated—angry? no: irritable, frustrated, wheedling even, a whine climbing in his voice, and all the time the Indonesian kept his eyes on us with the unsettling stillness of an anaconda. I stood about ten feet away and— despite Gyuri, with moneybag, pressing in on me much too close—put on a self-consciously blank expression and pretended to examine the signs and slogans on the wall: Greenpeace, Fur-Free Zone, Vegan Friendly, Protected by Angels! Having bought enough drugs in enough dodgy situations (cockroach apartments in Spanish Harlem, piss-smelling stairwells in the St. Nicholas projects), I knew enough not to be interested, since—in my experience anyway—transactions of this nature were mostly the same. You acted relaxed and disengaged, didn’t talk unless you had to and spoke in a monotone when you did, and—as soon as you got what you came for—left. “Protected by angels, my ass,” said Boris, in my ear, having sidled up noiselessly on my other side. I said nothing. Even all these years later, it was all too easy for us to fall into the habit of whispering with our heads together like in Spirsetskaya’s class, which seemed like not a good dynamic in the situation. “We are on time,” said Boris. “But one of their men has not shown. That is why Grateful Dead here is so jumpy. They want us to wait till he comes. It is their own fault for changing the meeting place so often.” “What’s going on over there?” “Let Vitya handle it,” he said, poking his shoe at a desiccated furball on the floor—dead mouse? I thought, with a start, before realizing it was a chewed-up cat toy, one of several strewn across the floor beside a clumped and piss-darkened cat tray which lay half-hidden, turds and all, at the base of a table for four. I was wondering how a dirty cat tray placed where diners were likely to step in it was possibly convenient in terms of food-service logistics (not to mention attractive, or healthful, or even legal) when I realized the talking had stopped and the two of them had turned to Gyuri and me—Victor Cherry, the old tweaker with a wary expectant look, stepping forward, his eyes darting from me to the bag in Gyuri’s hand. Obligingly Gyuri stepped forward, opened it, set it down with a servile bow of his head, and stepped away for the old guy to look at it. The old guy peered in, nearsightedly; his nose wrinkled. With some peevish exclamation he looked up at Cherry, who remained impassive. Another obscure exchange ensued. The grayhair seemed discontented. Then he closed the bag and stood up and looked at me, eyes darting. “Farruco,” I said nervously, having forgotten my last name and hoping I would not be required to produce it. Cherry gave me a look: the papers.

“Right, right,” I said, reaching in the top inside pocket of my jacket for the bank draft and the deposit slip—unfolding them, in what I hoped was a casual way, checking them out before I handed them over— Frantisek. But just as I was extending my hand—bam, it happened like a gust of wind that blows through the house and slams a door loudly in a direction where you aren’t expecting it—Victor Cherry stepped fast behind the grayhair and whacked him on the back of the head with the pistol butt so hard his cap flew off and his knees buckled and down he went with a grunt. The Indonesian, still in his wall-slouch, seemed as startled by this as I was: he stiffened, our eyes connected in a sharp what the fuck? jolt that was almost like a glance between friends, and I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t moving away from the wall until I looked behind me and saw to my horror that Boris and Gyuri both had guns on him: Boris neatly resting the butt of the pistol in the cup of his left palm and Gyuri, one-handed, with the bag of money, backing out the front door. Disconnected flash, someone flitting from the kitchen in back: youngish Asian woman—no, a boy; white skin, blank frightened eyes sweeping the room, Ikat print scarf, long hair flying, just as quickly gone. “Someone’s in back,” I said rapidly, looking around, every direction, room wheeling around me like a carnival ride and heart beating so wildly I couldn’t make the words come out quite right, I wasn’t sure if anyone heard me say it —or if Cherry heard, at any rate, since he was hauling the grayhair up by the back of his jeans jacket, catching him in a chokehold, pistol at his temple, screaming at him in whatever Eastern-European tongue and jostling him to the rear as the Indonesian un-slouched himself from the wall, gracefully and carefully, and looked at Boris and me for what seemed like a long time. “You cunts are going to be sorry for this,” he said quietly. “Hands, hands,” said Boris cordially. “Where I can see them.” “I don’t got a weapon.” “Right there anyway.” “Right you are,” said the Indonesian, just as cordially. He looked me up and down with his hands in the air—memorizing my face, I realized with a chill, image straight to data file—and then he looked at Boris. “I know who you are,” he said. Submarine glow of the fruit juice cooler. I could hear my own breath going in and out, in and out. Clang of metal in the kitchen. Indistinct cries. “Down, if you please,” said Boris, nodding at the floor. Obligingly the Indonesian got to his knees and—very slowly—stretched himself full length. But he didn’t seem rattled or afraid. “I know you,” he said again, voice slightly muffled. Fast darting movement in the corner of my eye, so fast I started: a cat, devil black, like a living shadow, darkness flying to darkness. “And who am I then?” “Borya-from-Antwerp, innit?” It wasn’t true that he didn’t have a weapon; even I could see it bulging at his armpit. “Borya the Polack? Giggleweed Borya? Horst’s mate?” “And so if I am?” said Boris genially.

The man was silent. Boris, tossing the hair out of his eyes with a flick of his head, made a derisive noise and seemed about to say something sarcastic but just then Victor Cherry came out of the back, alone, pulling what looked like a set of flexcuffs out of his pocket—and my heart skipped to see, under his arm, a package of the correct size and thickness, wrapped in white felt and tied with baker’s twine. He dropped a knee in the Indonesian’s back and began to fumble with the cuffs at his wrists. “Get out,” said Boris to me, and then, again—my muscles had locked up and hardened; he gave me a little push—“Go! get in the car.” Blankly I looked around—I couldn’t see the door, there wasn’t a door— and then there it was and I scrambled out so fast I slipped and nearly fell on a cat toy, out to the Range Rover puffing at the curb. Gyuri was keeping watch out front, on the street, in the light drizzle which had just begun to fall—“In, in,” he hissed, sliding into the back seat and waving me to come in after him, just as Boris and Victor Cherry burst out of the restaurant and hopped in too and off we drove, at a sedate and anticlimactic speed.

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tarteausuga · 4 years

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killing boys

Jaehyun (NCT) x Reader [x Chaeyoung (Twice)] angst, implied wlw cw: cheating, strong language, sexual content word count: 2.1k Inspired by killing boys by Halsey

"You're killing people." “No, I'm killing boys. Boys are just placeholders, they come and they go." "You're my best friend, and I wanna help you. But I won't let you kill again, that's a lose-lose."

You could only describe it as the worst pain you've ever felt in your life. Even worse than that time your older brother body slammed you while you were "playing WWE" with him and you ended up breaking your arm in 2 spots and a broken collar bone. It was even worse than the period pains that felt like someone was jamming a blunt knife into your abdomen. The only thing was that it wasn't a physical pain or something your body was actually experiencing physiologically. It was the strongest emotional pain ever and it threw your life for a loop.

Eating was the last thing you wanted to do and you had run out of people to vent to about the current worst thing that's ever happened to you. But your childhood best friend always had a way of making her way into your life at the best/worst times.

Chaeyoung was always a free spirit compared to your more grounded personality. She was usually always out doing something while you were at home watching Netflix. She would occasionally show up at random times, knocking on your window when she needed a place to sleep for the night. But she always had a keen sense of how you were feeling because her visits, despite his chaotic she was at times, calmed you from whatever was going on in your life.

"Hey Charlie Brown, what's up?" She says the moment you open the front door of your house. She had arrived with two bags full of convenience store food: three of each of your favourite chocolates, drinks, chips and anything else you could want in the moment.

"When are you going to stop calling me that?" You form a weak smile as she drops the bags onto the floor before pulling you into one of her signature chokeholds that are her version of hugs.

"Never. You're my lovable loser. Bedroom, I brought your favourite foods and your favourite movies." She doesn't even wait for you to say yes. You quickly rustle up the bags before peddling up after her.

She's greeted by the mess that was your room. Normally fairly neat and tidy, it looked like a hurricane had ripped through as you attempted to erase any memory or any chance of an object conjuring up an unwanted memory that would cause you that unbearable pain again. Chaeyoung glanced at you empathetically as she waded through the waste and jumped onto your bed. She pulled the laptop out from the bag and turned it on before patting the space next to her for you to join her.

The two of you watched the movie without speaking much to each other. The only noises were from the movie and the crinkling of wrappers as you satiated your hunger with the junk food - exactly what you needed.

"So what did the jerk do?" Chaeyoung finally said when she felt that you had a full enough belly to not collapse into a ball of misery and self-pity.

"He was caught with another girl. My friends saw him around town with a girl on his arm. He tried to play it off like she was his cousin but you don't kiss your cousins." You say glumly. You had told this story to so many people that it didn't even hurt anymore.

"What an idiot. Haven't I told you? Jung Jaehyun was and always will be an ass hat." She chuckles as she leans back on her hands.

"I guess but I've had a crush on him for so long..." You say while playing with the candy wrapper in your hands.

"Right when he completely ignored you in high school and let those dumbass basketball guys make fun of you. Ass hat." She chuckled but this time, out of spite. Chaeyoung was quite known around your old high school of being the tough girl despite her small size. She called out anyone and everyone when they needed to be put in line and every guy was terrified of her as she was known to air out their dirty laundry if they humiliated a girl they dated. She's stood up for you on countless occasions but when you drifted apart in high school, you fell out of her protection as your new friends were unsavoury people to Chaeyoung. "He only started dating you when you became hot."

"Shut up." You threw the wrapper at her but she was right.

You had graduated a little over 2 years ago and that's when you started becoming more confident in yourself. You carried yourself better and that's when he started to take notice of you. He had made up this elaborate story that he had liked you since high school but deep inside, you knew that wasn't true. You just lied to yourself because you were finally getting the boy of your dreams.

He was just that. He was everything you wanted until he wasn't. You were convinced that he was the love of your life until he wasn't. Everything was an illusion because apparently, this was not the first time he has cheated on you or any other girl. Despite the warnings, you wanted to believe that he wouldn't hurt you… Until he did.

"I thought he was the one, Chae." You say glumly again.

"It can feel like that but I don't believe in it. There are plenty of people out there who would treat you like the peach that you are. Cheer up, Charlie Brown." She nudged you with her elbow with a wink.

She started calling you Charlie Brown when you two became obsessed with the Peanuts comics in middle school. Chaeyoung loved that he was a lovable loser and said that he reminded her of you. She proclaimed that she was Peppermint Patty and you agreed because Chaeyoung was always out there with the most absurd thoughts and ideas.

You had moved on to the second movie and you were now cuddled up with your best friend on your bed. You were about to fall asleep when she suddenly sat up, shocking you out of the sleepy state and said, "let's ruin Jung Jaehyun," with a smile.

"What?" You rub your eyes, "Chaeyoung, no. It's not that big of a deal. I'll get over it."

"Not a big deal my ass. C'mon, ___, we need to teach him a lesson. Show him that he can't just go around sticking his dick in random places without consequences. It's our duty to any future woman that he might hurt." Chaeyoung says passionately.

You sigh and think about it before admitting defeat. "What are you planning?" You rub the bridge of your nose knowing she has already come up with an elaborate plan of some sort.

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You park your car a block away from Jaehyun's house as instructed by Chaeyoung but you start having second thoughts. "This is a bad idea, Chae. Let's just go back to my place and finish that movie."

"Don't back out on me now! We're here, let's get it done." She almost hisses at you and you start wondering why she holds so much hate for Jaehyun all of a sudden.

Chaeyoung had always been protective of you from the day you two met in kindergarten. A bully had tried to take the chocolate chip cookie your mom had packed for you to help ease your nerves from your first day at school. You just sat there and cried when Chaeyoung came out of nowhere and snatched the cookie back, said some choice words and gave it to you. Though you had drifted away when high school started, you made new friends in high school from your club activities and Chaeyoung joined cheerleading, she always kept an eye on you. But she's never gone to this extreme.

"We've done some crazy things in the past, Chae, but this is literally illegal. We could go to jail for this!" You grab her wrist.

"Only if we get caught!" She yells in a hushed tone. Her eyes had changed into something more menacing than before.

"Why are you doing this?" You hiss back.

"I can't just standby and let that asshole get away with hurting someone I love." She shakes her hand free and gets out of the car before you can stop her.

In the time it took you to unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car, she was already at Jaehyun's house. You told her everything. The spare key was under the third flower pot on the right. He was usually at basketball practice at this time, then he would go hang out with the boys. It was Friday night so his parents were out for their weekly date night. This used to be the time where you and Jaehyun would have sex as you had the house to yourselves…

Chaeyoung's plan was simple: key his car. Sneak into his room and spray paint something (she didn't tell you what), sneak out and go home.

It was too late to stop her since you weren't a fast runner and you knew perfectly well that it was impossible to stop your best friend from doing anything once her mind was set. All you could do was wait.

You tapped your foot impatiently, trying to make the time go by faster to no avail when suddenly, you heard yelling from down the block. The next thing you knew, Chaeyoung was sprinting down the road yelling at you to start the car. You fumbled with your keys as you tried to do as she said and finally got the engine to start when she hopped into the passenger seat.

"JUST DRIVE" She yelled breathlessly.

You instantly stepped on the gas and look in the rearview mirror to see Jaehyun standing there, furious.

"What the hell happened?" You demand from Chaeyoung.

"That fucker." She laughed as she sunk into the leather of the car seat.

"Chaeyoung!" You glare at her, your knuckles going white from gripping the steering wheel so tight.

"So I keyed that ridiculous car of his and went into the house, no problem right? I mean I took a little longer on the car than I wanted but that was great penmanship considering I was using a damn key but anyway!" She continues, "fuck man, I go in and I just hear shit. It kind of freaked me out because you said the house would be empty right? But I'm like okay whatever, I go to his room and there he was balls deep in some girl." She can't help but laugh and even though you want to cry, you join her. "I'm so sorry Charlie Brown but you deserve so much better."

"Yeah, I know." You stop the car at a red light. You take her hand in yours and kiss it, "Thanks for that, Chae. I needed it."

"Anything for you." She smiles and pulls you in for a kiss.

You pull away with a gasp and look at her with wide eyes before diverting your attention to the road and continuing driving in silence. Your focus was solely on the road as you attempted to try and avoid the feelings you could possibly be feeling. While you were doing this, you failed to notice that Chaeyoung’s energy was dwindling, something she rarely lets other people see. All you could do was drive.

The car pulled up to the curb of Chaeyoung’s house and you put it into park. You finally turned to your best friend and saw how small she truly was for the first time in your life. You easily had a head of height on her but her energy was always so strong and exuberant that her physical size wasn’t even on your mind. But in that moment, she looked so small and vulnerable. The one who was always standing up for you and protecting you has a weakness: you.

“Chaeyoung…” You say quietly but she cuts you off.

“It’s okay, Charlie Brown. It was the heat of a moment thing. Something Bonnie and Clyde would do, you know?” she pasted a smile on but you could’ve sworn you saw her wipe a tear from her eye.

“You’re my best friend, Chaeyoung. We shouldn’t complicate that.”

“You’re right, we shouldn’t do anything. Really, ___. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. Like always.” She patted your hand that was gripping the gear shift with white knuckles. “Until next time.” Once again, she slipped out of the car before you could react and disappeared into the house by the time you got out to try and talk to her.

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dreamiesdotcom · 4 years

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[10:59] It all started with you and Jaemin on a rainy night, at exactly 11:13 p.m when the skies are particularly angry, ever so often sending lighting and thunders. The thing is, you hate thunderstorms. More specifically, you hate the loud noise — you can't stand loud noise for shit, the littlest bit of sound startles you and makes your heart restless.

It also happened that Jaemin was a little out of it those times, and while the sound of the heavy rain comforted him for odd reasons, your sobbing doesn't. One, it makes the rain sound kind of creepy and two, he doesn't like seeing his friends cry. He searches for Renjun first before he remembers that the older is probably at his late night shift at the firm, so Jaemin has to man up and open the door to your room. What was supposed to be just him easing up your nerves from your breakdown turned to him cuddling you to sleep, murmuring sweet nothings that best friends probably shouldn't say to each other, just because of you saying in a very thin voice, "I don't want to be alone…"

(You make sure to tell your trauma to fuck itself the morning after, just for the sake of it.)

Since then, nothing was ever the same. Not after he spoke to you when you though you were asleep, the words "What are you doing to me? Why is it that the times I spend away from you are spent thinking about when we'll meet again? Why are you driving me crazy?" clear as day despite your heavy mind. That would have been enough as it is already frying your brain alongside your annoying blockmates, but no. You were so occupied thinking about what happened the night before that the morning later, Renjun took you like a storm stronger than last night.

Renjun, Huang Renjun who spends half of the day reading books, and the other half putting Jaemin in a loving chokehold and sending you lovely insults that means no harm, and still manages to look like everything you want.

It's a lazy Sunday morning, Jaemin still asleep in your room and you make a beeline to Renjun the moment you catch sight of him. For someone sleep deprived, he looks well-rested. The only thing that gave away that he woke up maybe just some minutes before you was the steaming hot cup of coffee because his appearance is everything but disheveled save for his hair, with his glasses perched on his nose bridge. He greets you with a smile at places the folder he's studying down and motions you to come closer.

"What time did you arrive?" you ask, placing your cup next to his before shuffling closer to him, his arms draping to you on instinct — there it is again, the chaste touches that had always sparked up a question inside your head. You're brought back to Earth by Renjun clearing his throat, "Around 1 am. I checked around the house before I slept and saw you guys asleep, so I didn't wake you up anymore."

"You should've," he saw, fuck. "Neither of us wanted you to eat alone, Injunnie, we wouldn't mind if you woke us up."

Renjun just pats your head with a smile, making you close your eyes as he placed angel kisses on your eyelids, saying something about not wanting to bother your rest especially with how tense Jaemin is lately. Jaemin then makes his presence known, leaning at the door with an innocent smile before making his way to greet you and crashing down on the sofa to cuddle the two of you.

The three of you are best friends since childhood, but as you grew up you realized you were more than that. Best friends don't touch the way you do, don't have this certain type of claim on each other you do. You refer to each other as Best Friends just because it's easy — or rather, easier than trying to think of something to make this work, but you knew you were always more than just that. You knew that, you just didn't know how to deal with it yet. Rooming with your best friends seemed to be an innocent thing to you before, a dream come true — but now you're seeing the red flags and the cons of sharing an apartment with them — especially when you're in love with both of them. Not just one of them, both.

The thing that sparked up the flames, however, was Renjun thinking out loud about kisses, as you quote, "I haven't really had a serious kiss, like the kiss where you actually love the other person — Do you think kissing these people in real life is as magical as all these movies make it out to be? If not, where did they get the whole butterflies and rainbows kinda thing?" randomly on your movie night.

You were kind of confused on what baffled you more — Renjun's question or Jaemin's reply that consisted of "I don't know, I never kissed anyone before aside from my mom, and that's just on the cheeks," and you were just dumbfounded — because Renjun? As in Huang Renjun? Has his fair share of kisses but none with the actual people he loves? And Na Jaemin, sweet flirty Na Jaemin never kissed anyone before?

The tension was as clear as you can remember that if it had color, it would be a solid one. In fact, it was so strong it made you feel a little hazy and suddenly their lips look so inviting that you had to clench your fist on he blankets to stop yourself from doing something stupid — Jaemin, however, doesn't hold back. "What if I kiss Y/N, like, right now?" and what were you supposed to do? Say no?

That was how it all started, chaste and your lips barely even touched. You feel kind of weird, doing this with Renjun beside you, but it only took you around five minutes before you're unsure of who you're holding, who's kissing your lips and who's making red flowers bloom in your neck. "I'm falling for you, fuck, I'm falling for you guys, how do I stop it?" was the words that interrupted the moment, only dazing you for a second or two before someone shuts it up with, "You don't. Don't you dare stop it."

You didn't even know who said it, or if you were the one who said either of those two, but the next thing you know, you're in a relationship. You have two boyfriends, and despite what other people make it seem like, you're perfectly fine and there's not much compromise to it. Maybe one is a little bit more possessive or jealous than the other, one likes skinship more than the other, but it's all fine. You loved them both equally as much, and you all love each other with a love that is more than just that, and that's enough reassurance that you'll make it through.

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Do The Right Thing: The Legacy of Radio Raheem

Having watched Black KKKlansman when it was released in 2018, I’ve had the urge to watch more of director Spike Lee’s work, specifically Do the Right Thing. I knew beforehand it would deal with issues that have unfortunately kept their relevancy since the movies release over 30 years ago, but that did not prepare me for how deeply the ending of this movie would seem as if it was pulled right out of the summer of 2020.

The film takes place in a low income black neighborhood, where an Italian run pizza shop is a cornerstone of the community. The conflict is the racial conflict between the Italian family, one of which is outwardly racist, and the community where they are attempting to run their business in, mainly Buggin Out, a young black man calling for a boycott of the pizza place until they put a black man on their “wall of fame” composed of all Italian-americans like Al Pacino and Frank Sinatra. The way this movie handles race I have never seen before, because it is not afraid to deal in shades of grey where the characters are concerned. The father of the pizza place becomes more sympathetic over time by sharing his thoughts on how he is proud of the fact that he has fed this community since a lot of the people living there were little, and doesn’t want to leave them, but at the same time deals with conflict in a way that makes him a very unsympathetic character at the same time.

The ending of this movie is what would make me recommend this to anyone during this point in history, especially those I have met who just aren’t getting why the Black Lives Matter movement is happening, because the last half hour or so of this movie conveys so many facets of people and their feelings and emotions towards what is going on RIGHT NOW, and does it so well. The racial tension escalates to a point where the father in charge of the pizza shop smashes the radio of a character we have grown to know and enjoy over the course of the movie, Radio Raheem. This prompts Radio Raheem to attack the father, and for the cops to be called. Cops who, for the most part, hadn’t played a big part as I would have expected throughout the movie. Radio Raheem gets put in a chokehold and despite everyone begging, screaming that he needs air, is continued to be choked, and when he finally is released, he hits the floor, dead.

When I saw it it was hard to believe this movie was made before I was born, even though I was obviously well aware the difficulties black people face did not start within the past month. When Radio Raheem was being choked, I saw George Floyd. When Radio Raheem was being choked, I saw Eric Garner. The video of George Floyd’s death is burned into my mind, and watching Radio Raheem die, it was like watching it all over again, it was terrifying. Is this the legacy of Radio Raheem? For history to be repeated beat by beat over and over again? How many times can society watch this play out and try to brush it under the carpet, and to pretend like rioting isn’t justified?

As we are seeing now, after the murder of George Floyd, Radio Raheems death caused a riot, and the pizza shop to be burned to the ground. This is when Lee is most outright in exploring the different viewpoints of our society. He focuses a lot on Malcolm X’s approach to the civil right’s movement versus Martin Luther King’s. What is the best way to deal with these problems? Buggin’ Out, who represents a more Malcolm X approach, is repeatedly asked if a boycott of the pizza shop is making a real difference, but someone who would represent MLK, such as Da Mayor, probably the most likable character of the whole movie, frustrates people because he promotes peace between the community and pizza shop, but is not successful in actually making a tangible difference that people can feel.

If I would relate this to a reading we have read in class, it would be the recent reading about the Harlem renaissance. The first half of the movie made me think of this reading because the movie takes place in a neighborhood in New York where most of the population is black, but they foster a strong culture that causes them to be at odds with specific family members running the pizza shop, that attempt to repress it.

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nothing personal ✎ tom holland

summary: two years ago, before harrison osterfield, there was you.

a rising name in the film industry, he was ready to leave behind the life of a personal assistant to focus on his career—but not without a last-minute replacement.

although the bond between ex-bosses and bitter ex-assistants should never be rekindled, theory is always better than practice.

a story about exotic lunches, foreign candies, a severely overworked PA, and one pain in the ass named tom holland.

/ moodboard by yours truly

i. an offer

words: 1.6k warnings: language

I was a known strategist—I looked into the future and what I saw, I interpreted in terms of opportunities for growth and progress.

And yet to some, I was a neurotic.

To each their own.

Irrespective of whatever people wanted to call it, it all boiled down to one important thing: I always had a plan.

So when I knocked on Harrison’s door but came face-to-face with one Tom Holland, I was taken aback and, quite frankly, fairly annoyed that I had come up with nothing.

But I, of course, wasn’t one for backing down when it came to ex-bosses.

Seeming unperturbed, I marched my way inside the flat, all the while ignoring the voice in my head screaming at me to get out.

What the hell was I doing?

“What the hell are you doing?” asked Tom. He was still standing at the door, seemingly frozen in time, but curiously staring at me as I casually rummaged through Harrison’s pantry.

“What the hell are you doing?” I spat back whilst pulling ingredients from left and right. “You’re not even supposed to be here until next week. So be quiet; I’m trying to make a smoothie.”

The words sounded strange and unfamiliar as they tumbled out of my mouth. Sass didn’t suit me and I was painfully aware of it, but so did not having a plan.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

The door clicked shut behind Tom. Like a sleuth, he moved across the marble countertop where I was working up a storm, and rested his hands on either side of him as he observed me intently.

“Been keeping track?” he smirked, his tone arrogant yet teasing.

I hate to admit it, but Tom Holland possessed a kind of charm to him. As big of an ignoramus he turned out to be, that much he knew. Oftentimes, he used his wit and personality to his advantage—he’d won countless women over with one glance, and gotten free upgrades on flights with a simple smile.

Fortunately, I’ve built up an immunity to his charisma from working with him in the past. The kind of job I used to have—working in such close proximity to him—was enough to desensitize me from his cruel, borderline-manipulative tendencies.

I definitely did not miss playing personal assistant to Mr. Holland.

“I only knew that—“ The blender whirred loudly as it homogenized the strawberries, bananas, ice, and milk before I brought it to a stop. “—because of Harrison. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m disappointed, Y/N.” Tom pouted, feigning hurt. “I arrived last week. Thought I’d surprise you.”

Looking around, I saw huge luggages carelessly strewn across the wooden floorboards. I grimaced at the realization that true to Tom Holland nature, he hadn’t even bothered to unpack.

“Truly, I’m surprised,” I replied, training my voice to sound bored. I grabbed a glass into which I transferred the blender’s contents. Because there was more than enough for one, and because of the sheer goodness of my heart, I asked Tom if he would like a smoothie.

Of course the glutton would like a smoothie.

“Actually, I’m good,” he said. “Thanks, though.”

Huh.

“I’d like a smoothie,” came Harrison Osterfield’s voice as he sauntered into the living room. A shit-eating grin was plastered on his face, and it was getting increasingly difficult not to slap off. “Hi Y/N. Thanks for coming.”

Somehow, seeing his elaborately coiffed hair set something off inside me. How can he act so exuberant while the rest of us (read: me) were left to our own devices to deal with the insufferable (read: Tom)? I could feel steam coming out of my nose and ears and, before I knew it, I had downed my glass and slammed it on the counter with a resounding thump.

“You can get your own smoothie.”

Harrison held his hands up in mock surrender, but he was laughing. “Woah, there. You seem upset.”

“Why do you think I am, Haz?” I challenged. Before he could open his mouth to speak, I pressed on, “Right. You forgot to tell me who’d be getting the door for me.”

“You wouldn’t have come,” was his pathetic reply. My eyes followed him as he lazily plopped down on the royal-blue couch, shamelessly lounging about in the heat of my anger.

I took the spot next to him, willing every muscle not to pounce and put him in a chokehold. “That justifies it perfectly!”

As if he hadn’t heard a word, Harrison grabbed the remote control from the table, turned on the TV, and flipped through the channels. At this point, I was livid and fuming from his blatant lack of regard to my situation. I was about to throw the “this is why we don’t hang out anymore” card when he pointed a finger to the TV, commanding me to look.

At first, I was confused. Then my mouth hung agape.

There, on CNN, was a portrait of Harrison. These days, that was no longer a rarity. Seeing as he was all over the media, picking up guest roles for established television dramas, and getting invited to countless talk shows, it was almost natural.

No, the real shock came with the news headline at the bottom of the screen, screaming in bold letters against a red backdrop.

“Harrison Osterfield to star in an up and coming historical drama directed by Martin Scorsese.”

What the…

Scorsese?!

Martin fucking Scorsese!

“Yup,” Haz said nonchalantly, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable. “Your little childhood friend just landed his first starring role.”

Suddenly, all hostility left my body at once. “Oh my God, Haz! That’s amazing. W-Wow. And Scorsese too! That’s been your dream since… forever.”

“Exactly! This is huge, Y/N. Absolutely mad.”

“I’ll miss you, bro,” came an uninvited voice. I was so overjoyed and completely thrilled for my friend that I didn’t even notice Tom had managed to wedge his head between mine and Harrison’s from behind the couch. His arms were hung over the back cushion, pinching Haz’s cheek as commendation and the other accidentally grazing my bare shoulder. I pulled away.

“Miss him? Where’s he going?” I asked.

“Nowhere. At least, not now,” Tom winked. “Come on, Haz, tell her already.”

I narrowed my eyes, looking back and forth between the two boys. “Tell me what?”

“Don’t freak out before you’ve heard the whole thing, but—“

“Don’t start your sentences like that!” I scolded. “Now I’m kind of already freaking out, thanks.”

“Okay. I know this will come as a shock to you, but I need you to take your spot back as Tom’s personal assistant.”

Harrison spoke fast and managed to get it all out in one breath, but the words echoed in my mind in slow-motion. When I didn’t answer, Haz took it as a sign to continue.

“I obviously have other things to pursue now, and with the second Spider-Man movie filming next week, he’ll really need you.”

“No. Stop talking. Why?! It doesn’t have to be me!” I protested when the air returned to my lungs.

Harrison pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Y/N, you know I wouldn’t do this to you if I had a choice. I know this is all so last-minute, but that’s exactly why it has to be you. You’ve worked with Tom in the past, and have shown your skill and competence. They trust you!”

“They?” I raised my eyebrows at Tom, who could only shrug in response.

“My manager.” A pause. “And me, I guess.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I glared. “Two years ago, you fired me out of fucking nowhere so you could spend some quality time with your best friend! And now in your most desperate time, you call for me?”

“I thought you’d be happy,” Tom hummed, but we both knew of the strain that the past had placed on whatever friendship we had. Following the events, I unfollowed him on social media shortly, and he did the same six months later when he finally noticed. We’d never reconciled since then.

It wasn’t that I grew attached to my boss that I was so bitter about it. No, it was nothing personal. But as someone who only knew to be completely invested in their work, getting laid off for no valid reason never quite sat well with me. Not to mention the mountain of bills I had to tend to in the wake of my unemployment.

Sensing the rising tension, Haz interjected. “Please, Y/N. At least do it for me. I won’t be able to do Scorsese if I can’t find a replacement. I don’t want to leave Tom with just anyone.”

The softness in his eyes spoke volumes to me. I’ve always cared for Harrison deeply, and if I was the one thing that came between him and his dream, I’d never be able to forgive myself.

Also, I was sold the moment he said, “It’s only for six months—just until they can screen and select someone else. They promised to double the pay. Triple, if you want me to pull some strings.”

“Fine,” I grumbled.

“Thank you!” He beamed and pulled me into a one-armed hug. “God, I love you so much.”

I couldn’t help the smile on my face. “But I still start next week, so you can save your praise until then.”

“Nope. You start in three hours! Tom’s leaving for LA tonight, so you’re taking him to the airport. His bags are ready,” he said, motioning to the luggages I saw earlier. “Then pick him up again next week, when he’ll start filming here in London.”

Harrison was already barking orders at me, much to my chagrin. Had he not appeased me a while ago, I would have slapped his words right back at him. But no, I was playing nice starting now for the duration of six months.

“I knew you’d come along,” Tom whispered in my ear when Haz excused himself to grab the itinerary.

“You shut up,” I pointed a finger at him. “You had nothing to do with this.”

A/N: a short and sweet first chapter for you! send me a message to be tagged in this (i’ll start doing the reblog-for-a-tag in future chapters once i’ve established that people actually wanna read this lol). in the meantime, please help me by commenting and reblogging the hell out of this first one; that shit encourages us writers uwu <3 my ask box is also open for any prompts, questions, and suggestions, so feel free to drop by. let’s be friends!

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