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mangocustard16 · 4 months

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📁....Seventeen's reaction to having an actor/actress s/o₊˚🎬📼🎥✩｡

genre: fluff warnings: pet names, cursing lmk if i missed something w.c: 970 a/n: thank you! anon and I'm sorry i won't be covering another req that asked me to write about ghostface/scream cuz i already saw someone write about it<3 sorry anon!

#Seungcheol

He is very supportive of your career and is proud of your accomplishments. He's clearing out his schedules to attend premieres, to silently cheer you on, and is not afraid to publicly express his admiration for your talent. Would casually appear during your shootings with your favorite flowers and snacks for everyone. "Babe! Aren't you supposed to be on the other side of the country?" "No, I'm supposed to be wherever you are."

#Jeonghan

Oh boy! he's taking tips, no jokes. He's got his notepad out and is ready to jot down directions and suggestions. He is ready to polish his acting skills which will come in helpful when bluffing others during the mafia game. Bonus: he shares the prizes he wins from "Going Seventeen Mafia Games" with you. "Hannie that's the third Dyson air wrap you've won this year!"

#Joshua

Your supportive lil' boy. He helps you practice your lines and gives valuable advice. Everything flows smoothly until you reach a scene involving a kiss. joshua.exe has stopped functioning. He's momentarily frozen, and you can't help but wonder if he's even breathing. He had anticipated a kiss scene cuz you were the main lead, but it still bothered him a little to see you kiss someone else who is not him. But he's definitely not insecure or anything, just a peculiar sensation. And for the cure, just kiss the living daylights out of him so hard that he forgets the world except for you.

#Junhui

Well....he's an actor himself, so it's quite obvious that he's exceptionally proud of you. He's shamelessly promoting your movie/drama every chance he gets. Dedicates an entire Weibo live suggesting your movies and dramas to carats while explaining the plot in great detail. "You know The Dreamcatcher's plot twist caught me so hard that I almost fell off my seat"

#Hoshi

He wants to accompany you everywhere – to set, to your trailer as you practice your lines, to premieres and other events. He adores the world you live in and wishes to learn more about it. He tried out acting(a period drama) and continued talking in that manner for days. "What an interesting food this is, 'twixt two buns lies a delicacy that-" "It's just a burger calm down."

#Wonwoo

He would be so proud of you. He'll be your silent cheerleader. When the two of you are alone, he will lavishly compliment your acting and take you out to a lovely meal to celebrate the premiere. So, while it may not appear to others that he makes a big deal out of it, you'll know how proud he is.

#Woozi

Please DO NOT bring him to events – Woozi almost blends in with the numerous cameramen and women, his own phone in hand as he photographs picture after picture of you as you go into the premiere of your new film — he's a very proud boyfriend, after all. "Look here! babe. Damn you look so good"

#Seokmin

He is gonna hype you up so much omg. He like, Jun, won’t hesitate to promote your movie every chance he gets. His darling is building a name for themselves, and he'll be damned if he doesn't do everything he can to help them. He's always bugging Carats to go see the latest movie. Whenever you watch the movie alone, he will be more sincere and serious in his compliments. "No problem, carats! If you've already seen the film, you should go watch it two more times."

#Mingyu

He'd be captivated by your performance and would shove his face very close to the screen every time you appeared. And, while he may not shamelessly promote you as some of the other members do, he will certainly speak highly of you and your acting abilities to everyone he knows. That's all he talks about when he's out with his '97 liner buddies. Literally. "Y/n had to act like they had not found the killer while sitting right beside them. They are so cool!"

#Minghao

Minghao is buying the CD regardless of whether he could simply ask you for a copy of the movie you're in or even if he's seen it hundreds of times. He is one of your biggest fans; he owns all of your movies, has seen all of your shows, and knows all of your interviews by heart. "Are you watching y/n’s movies again? Aren’t you tired?" "Fuck off"

#Seungkwan

He actually got to know you during an event promoting your latest drama. He's your biggest fanboy, watching every drama/movie you've ever starred in, and bombarding you with compliments. Winces slightly whenever he sees you kiss a fellow actor on screen. "So your type is Song Jung" "Come on!! Stop sulking, we filmed that 6 years ago"

#Vernon

Leaves 15-line reviews on your movies complimenting your acting skills. He is always pulling out your movies during movie night and doesn't understand why wouldn't wanna watch your own movie for the nth time again. "Babe, we have watched Wandering Dreams more than 20 times" "So, do you wanna watch 'Written in Sand'?" *dies* Bonus: All the movies you've starred in receive an obvious 5-star rating.

#Chan

He'd be so freaking excited! It wouldn't be strange to spend endless nights practicing your lines with him. Coffee would be essential for those nights, as the caffeine would keep you up as you practiced. And whenever someone pointed out how much the critics praised you, he'd say, "Yeah, of course, my love did amazing." It's as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

BONUS:: Sends coffee trucks to the set during shooting: Minghao, Seungkwan, Jeonghan, Joshua ♡

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rainylana · 2 years

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masterlist:)

• i update my masterlist every time i post a new fic, so don’t worry about scrolling through my endless posts trying to find them;) everything’s here!

• warnings for smut or triggering subjects will be in the post summary!

• 18+ only on my page! no minors, seriously, fuck off.

• all fics are fem reader!

happy reading!

eddie munson x reader!

One shots

“I wanna see those roses.”

“Rate em’ on a scale of one to ten.”

“You are such a good girl.”

“Don’t you ever let me hear you say that again.”

“Apologize to me.”

“Daphne?”

“I lied, it’s positive!”

“I’m a freak, too, Munson.”

“Go to bed, y/n.”

“I’m gonna kill you, Wheeler.”

“I just wanted to be cool like you.”

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Y/n.”

“Looks like I’m going to prom.”

“Dumplin?”

“Do you want to have sex?”

“Nobody’s fool.”

“Gimme kiss.”

“Hold up.”

“Five minutes apart.”

“You’re a good boy.”

“I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

“Baby, are you okay?”

“Pinky promise.”

“Come on, my little crybaby.”

“Thank you for making me brave.”

“Something you wanted.”

“Yes, big!”

“Treat me rough, baby.”

“Yeah.”

“My angel baby, I’m here.”

“I’m not ever gonna stop.”

“Still alive?”

“Hush.”

“Ride me, baby.”

“It’s time to go to the doctor, baby.”

Head-canons

Eddie Munson headcanons

Eddie knocking you up

Taking care of Eddie when he’s sick

Your birthday with Eddie

Random Eddie headcanons

Perv Eddie headcanons

LOTR premiere with hellfire headcanons

Eddie on Halloween headcanons

Christmas with Eddie

NSFW with Eddie

Boyfriend Eddie

Eddie’s the type of boyfriend…

Random Eddie headcanons

Easter with Eddie

Random Eddie headcanons

Wayne and Eddie

Fuckboy Eddie

Eddie noticing you’re not okay

Dom Eddie

Eddie’s anxiety

Drabbles

watching him graduate<3

trying to brush his hair<3

parenting<3

allergies<3

romantic<3

bedtime shenanigans<3

edward scissorhands<3

drunkenness<3

bad days<3

nightmare<3

idiot<3

beautiful girl<3

stuck, stuck<3

christmas<3

sweet emotion<3

smiley face<3

father’s day<3

favorite little boy<3

oh, please<3

eddie and wayne<3

what you wanted<3

closeness<3

work day<3

daddy<3

sad boy<3

crybaby<3

pale skin<3

Series

‘I think I’m in love’ completed!

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

‘Why the hell would you say something like that?’ completed!

part 1

part 2

“I’m always going to take care of you.” completed!

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

Epilogue

Epilogue part 2

“Welcome to Hawkins High, sweetheart.” in progress!

part 1

“Stay the night.” complete!

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

pt 4

#stranger things season four #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #eddie munson headcanons

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Dealing with the enemy (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

Part 2

**A little enemies to lovers request. Hope you guys enjoy it 😉 I loved writing it!**

Word count: 2955

Masterlist

Wattpad

The red carpet was your least favourite part about being an actress. You got so nervous that you just ended up saying a lot of stupid things while pretending you were not nervous at all. And that’s why everyone wanted to talk to you. They got great headlines.

“So, you got a lot of new fans when the first season premiered. Are you expecting another big boost to your Instagram following with season 2?”

“It’s not something I care about. I appreciate all my fans but I’m not counting the followers or something like that”.

“But some your fans are very famous too”, said another reporter. “We’ve seen a lot of football players have their eye on you”.

You just laughed and rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, I guess”.

“Anyone sliding into your DMs? Come on, we won’t believe you if you say no”.

“I guess there is one or two that have sent a hello or something”, you giggled. “But some don’t seem to get I’m a Madrid fan. I don’t care about my rivals”.

That message was directed to one player in particular. Gavi. You noticed he started to follow you a couple of months ago and he was liking all your photos. But recently, he sent you a DM too. Even though you didn’t follow him back or liked any of his posts. You just left him on read.

“And what about Madrid players? Can they DM you?”

“Can you name names?”

“I don’t want to embarrass anyone, guys”.

You looked at one of the cameras and winked. “At least I won’t leave them on read”.

Your publicist took you away from the cameras. You were getting too playful and she knew you were going to mess up soon.

And also, you had lied. Of course, you liked seeing Madrid players following you but you didn’t fancy any of them. Those who were single and close to your age just didn’t do it for you. Sadly. Why did the cute player have to play for your rivals?

Pablogavi: you leave me on read but mention me in interviews? Is that how you flirt?

You stared at the new DM. The nerve this kid had.

Yourusername: are you stalking me now? And who says I’m talking about you?

Pablogavi: rival player left on read.

Yourusername: maybe it’s someone else from your team. Or someone from Atlético.

Now it was his turn to leave you on read and that didn’t sit right with you.

Yourusername: I see you’re a sore loser off the pitch too.

Pablogavi: want me to give you tickets for the next Clásico so you can see who the real losers are?

Yourusername: no thank you. I don’t want to be seen at your stadium. I’ve got a reputation.

Pablogavi: I’ll dedicate my goal to you anyway.

That really was the moment to stop chatting with him. He was getting too cocky getting your attention. Also, him scoring at El Clásico? Sure it’ll happen.

But it did. It did happen. Gavi scored and your frustration was double that of normal. Not only was it the final goal that confirmed Barça were beating Madrid again, but he actually dedicated it to you.

When you saw him running to the camera, you rolled your eyes. But then he pointed at it and said “te lo dije” (I told you so) with a little wink and you almost threw the remote to the tv.

After the match, you checked the new movies on Netflix and picked one just so you could forget about the match. But then one of your friends sent you a link to a video.

PaulaGmz: I think this is about you 😂😂

You opened the link, curious about what it could be and found a post-match interview that Gavi had done. Your friend was the only one who knew about your conversations with him, so you took a deep breath before hitting the play button. Hoping for the worst.

“Yes, the dedication was for a friend who didn’t want to come to the match. She was worried about her team losing and, well, I guess she had a reason for it. So I told her I would dedicate my goal against her team to her. And I always keep my promises”.

His final wink to the camera both annoyed you and made you feel something you didn’t want to feel. No no no, you weren’t going to allow yourself to have a little crush on this arrogant prick. No…or maybe just a small one? Ugh!

For the next few months, you were busy doing more filming for season 3 of your show. Season 2 had been another absolute success and the show was confirmed for another two seasons immediately.

Fans were obsessed with creating their own theories about it since it had a whodunit element. And those fans included mister Gavira, who would randomly DM you his theories.

Pablogavi: it’s not your character who did it. It’s too obvious.

Pablogavi: or wait. Are they making it too obvious so we think it’s too obvious and look somewhere else?

You couldn’t help but smile reading his silly comments. And yes, they were making it too obvious on purpose. It was your character who had been organizing everything. But she wasn’t alone.

Yourusername: if I told you, I’d have to kill you to protect the secret.

Pablogavi: nah, you like my pretty face too much. You wouldn’t hurt me.

Not this again.

Pablogavi: Pedri keeps asking about you liking that comment, you know? He thinks we would make a great couple.

Yourusername: is he blind?

One night, you were coming back from an event where you had a couple of glasses of champagne. You didn’t normally drink, so a couple of sips were too much for you. And when you couldn’t sleep, you went on Instagram and somehow (you knew how) ended up on Gavi’s page. He had posted a photo from a Nike campaign that day and his friends were laughing at him because of the poses. Pedri wrote several posts bantering and, because of the stupid champagne, you liked the one that said “such a pretty boy. Such a pretty face”.

By the time you realised it had happened, Gavi had already seen it and he wouldn’t stop talking about it whenever you two messaged each other.

Pablogavi: are you coming to the next Clásico, then? It’s at your stadium. No excuses.

Yourusername: I’ll be there, ready to see you lose.

Pablogavi: wanna bet?

You knew you should say no. Nothing good could come out of this but Gavi made you stop thinking clearly.

Yourusername: sure.

Pablogavi: if Madrid wins, I’ll leave you alone.

What? Why was there a part of you hoping your team won’t win? He was really making you go mad.

Yourusername: and if we lose?

Pablogavi: you’ll go on a date with me.

He could see you had read the message but…should you accept?

Yourusername: no. That’s not fair. The team might win without you playing or doing well but you get the reward. Not fair.

Pablogavi: what do I get if we win, then?

Yourusername: if you win…nothing. If you score…find me after the match and I’ll give you the kiss you’ve been dreaming about for months.

Pablogavi: deal!

Gavi was absolutely buzzing while warming up at the Bernabeu. As if he needed more motivation for a Clásico, your little bet made him even more eager to win. And of course, to score.

The team started the match really well and got an early goal. But he had to stay further away from the goal than usual because of the orders Xavi had given him. So when the second goal was scored, he talked to his coach during half-time and got his approval to play in an attacking position during the second half.

But the goal still didn’t arrive. You were in the stands, annoyed at the 0-2 score but also secretly hoping your little DM frenemy could score the third. If you had to see your team lose to their biggest rivals, again, at least you should get a little kiss from it. It was only fair.

The fourth referee signalled there were going to be 5 minutes of added time. And you saw people leaving the stadium already. And because of that, they missed the third goal. The goal that Gavi scored.

He couldn’t believe it had finally happened. The closer the match got to the end, the more certain he was that his chance had gone. Madrid had gotten the ball and dominated possession, so Barça didn’t even have many chances to score in the final 20 minutes of the game. But on the second one they had, he put the ball on the back of the net.

His celebration was a bit over the top and people just thought it was because of the rivalry between the two teams. But no, he was just thinking about the bet he had won.

He looked at the stands, trying to find you. But couldn’t see you anywhere. That was ok. He was going to see you soon.

You told Gavi to meet you in the area that was near where the families waited for the players. And when he took so long to get there, you started to worry that he would stand you up. He wouldn’t dare…right?

You were about to leave when you noticed someone behind you, but before you had time to turn around, that same someone put his hands over your eyes.

“Who am I?”

“A player from a small team that got lucky today?”, you said, trying not to show the nerves you were feeling.

“Oh, I got very lucky today. You’re right about that”.

When Gavi removed his hands from your face, you turned to face him. It was the first time you two saw each other in person and you wanted to curse him for being even more attractive up close.

“I think you owe me a kiss?”

“Maybe I changed my mind and I’ll slap you instead”.

He laughed at your comment, moving even closer. “That little blush on your face tells me you would prefer the kiss. But if you want to slap me as foreplay, I might let you do it. You’re very sexy when you get all feisty”.

His words only made you blush more. And you were sure he could hear your heart beating extra fast. But he also thought you could hear how fast his heart was beating.

You finally took matters into your own hands and grabbed the sides of his face before you leaned in to kiss him. It was a rough kiss. The sexual tension you had been building up for months with your texting poured on to the kiss. You didn’t even know how long you were kissing for before you were caught by one of his teammates.

“Oh! Crap! Sorry!...wait! Aren’t you that actress Gavi is obsessed with?”

“Obsessed, huh?”, you said, raising your eyebrows.

“I think you just showed me the feeling is mutual, baby”, he whispered in your ear while his teammate left.

“I’m an actress”, you shrugged.

“Yeah, and you’re good. But you’re not that good”.

With a final peck, he left to follow his teammate. Not without turning to tell you that you’d see each other soon.

And you couldn’t believe how much you hoped that was true.

The kiss had changed things but also really hadn't. You were still stuck in Madrid while Gavi was in Barcelona, so you couldn't see each other. But the banter on your texts had changed a bit. It got a little…spicier. And you moved from Instagram to WhatsApp.

Gavi found it hilarious that you would give him your phone number but still refused to follow him on Instagram.

The success of your show meant a lot of cool opportunities for you. And one of them was being the face of a perfume. You had done the campaign with a fellow actor and it was time for you to do the promotion.

On press day, you spent the entire day going from one interview to another. It got to the point where you literally lost track of how many times you had changed outfits.

For one of the bigger interviews, you were given a pretty revealing dress. The campaign was very sexy, so the wardrobe for the press tour had to match that vibe.

When you were left alone backstage, you took a photo and sent it to Gavi.

Pablo: Jesus! Send that with a warning. I'm having dinner with my family and they think I'm having a heart attack.

You: so you like it?

Pablo: I'd like it better if you were here with me and I could take it off you.

You: keep dreaming.

Pablo: I'll dream about you in this dress, yes.

You were biting your lip reading his messages. Even if you were confident, your self-esteem wasn't always at its highest. But reading his reaction, and imagining his face when he saw the photo, gave you the confidence to go to the red carpet and show everyone how sexy you were.

But still, the red carpet remained your least favourite place.

"You two look stunning!", said the reporter. "And oh my Lord that advert. It was the hottest thing I've seen in a while. How was making the ad?"

Roberto, the actor you are in the campaign with answered for you. "Well, when you have such a gorgeous woman next to you, it's even easier. No acting needed".

He looked you up and down and even though you felt a bit uncomfortable, you just played along. "Yeah. It was a very easy job".

When you finally finished all the interviews on the red carpet, you grabbed your phone to post some of the photos of the event on Instagram.

You were also expecting more texts from Gavi. You two were constantly sending things to each other but there were none. Maybe he had gone to bed early.

Gavi had been following your day of events on social media. He couldn't get enough of how stunning you looked. And now he had actually seen you in person, now he had been able to kiss you…yes, he couldn't get enough of you.

It killed him that you two lived far away and he didn't get to see you often. He wanted to take you out on dates, to spend hours bantering with you in person, not through text. But he knew he would have to wait until the end of the season for that.

When he saw the way the guy who did the campaign with you acted around you, he wasn't pleased. He kept on touching your arm and your back. And then when he was asked about the ad and answered that…

The jealousy Gavi was feeling was too much. He knew it. You weren't even together. You had kissed once and that was that. But he couldn't stand seeing more of those videos. So he put his phone away and went to bed.

You had noticed Gavi had stopped texting as much and wanted to ask him why. But you didn't want to sound desperate to him. His ego was big enough.

You: not sure I want you to win or lose tomorrow. Trying to work out if I hate your team more or less than Atleti.

Pablo: want to do another bet?

Seeing this playful side of him back made you happy.

You: I guess 🥱

Pablo: if I score, I take you on a date.

You: and if you don't?

Pablo: you take me on a date.

You: that doesn't sound right.

Pablo: you know what else isn't right?

You: 🤷

Pablo: that I still can't call you mine.

You read and reread his last message, feeling your chest tightening.

You: then do something about it.

The match ended on a draw, and Gavi scored once again.

He had asked permission to stay in Madrid after the match, since they had a couple of days off. It really was the best opportunity.

Even though he was supposed to take you on a date, you were the one who invited him to your place after the match. You didn't want to deal with the press seeing you together and making a big deal out of it.

When he got there, he kissed your cheek and you led him to the table where your dinner was.

"Did you cook that for me?"

"I ordered it. But it's the thought that counts, right?"

He laughed and you both started to eat. Gone was the banter. Replaced by the tension you both felt.

"I was jealous the other day", he said, surprising you.

"Why?"

"That actor you were doing a press day with. He just couldn't stop touching you and insinuating there was something between you two".

"Yeah", you said nonchalantly. "He was pretty annoying".

Gavi stared at you. His look was so intense, you could read all the feelings he was trying to communicate to you.

"Be my girlfriend".

"Why should I?"

"Because you felt the same connection I felt when we kissed. Because you haven't been able to stop thinking about that moment, like I haven't. And because I don't just want to call you mine. I want you to go on those red carpets, alone or with other people, and tell everyone I'm yours".

"But you play for Barça…", you teased.

"You can wear my shirt when I play for Spain".

"Deal!"

#pablo gavi #gavi #pablo gavi imagine #gavi imagine #pablo gavi angst #gavi angst #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi one shot #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer angst #footballer fluff #enemies to lovers

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bitimdrake · 1 year

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pssssst hey quick question on the dl - who is helena bartinelli??

i cannot answer anon questions on the dl, so answer on the up-high, which she deserves:

HUNTRESS

a.k.a. Helena Bertinelli, a.k.a. Gotham's coolest and most notable antihero, crossbow-wielder, and purple bat-associated vigilante.

Helena was born to an Italian mob family, but spent her childhood blissfully unaware of the family business--until her entire family was slaughtered in front of her when she was eight. She stayed with family overseas for the rest of her childhood, learning how to fight and protect herself.

She came back to Gotham for both vengeance and justice, and became one of Gotham's many vigilantes. Though her focus is on the mob, she'll step in to stop any crime.

She's also a schoolteacher! Good for her.

She is discerning in who she chooses to kill, but she does kill. As you can imagine, this put her at odds with Batman for a long time. Helena is pretty much the premiere example of Bruce trying to claim control over every vigilante in Gotham, no matter how little right he has. The argument on killing/ethics is valid, but his default was basically "do exactly what I say and fall in line under my command, or stop completely," which is why he's an asshole control freak and why I'm constantly mad about how she was treated 👍

She was an absolute mainstay of the Batfamily before Flashpoint (2011) and it is personally hurtful to me that people don't know her. (Like, to be frank? She had far more of a presence than Damian or (living) Jason in the post-crisis era.)

You could count on seeing her in any major Batfamily crossover, from Cataclysm to Battle for the Cowl.

She was central to the biggest Batfamily crossover ever, No Man's Land, where Gotham was locked off from the rest of the country and turned into a lawless wasteland. Bruce left to sulk for the first couple of months and in absence of any other vigilantes in the field (only Oracle having remained in the city), Helena donned the mantle of the Bat for herself to protect the city. And when Batman came back, in return for all she'd done, she got...yelled at, assigned impossible tasks and criticized for not achieving them, her costume stolen and given to someone else, lied to, abandoned in the face of impossible odds, and shot multiple times protecting kids. Absolute fucking hero, honestly.

She also was on the Justice League for a while, though admittedly I have barely touched that run. To my understanding, despite nominating her for the position, Bruce was also the one to revoke her membership there.

Fortunately! things improved!!

In the early/mid 2000s, Helena joined the Birds of Prey, Oracle's team, and found legit friendships and support there with teammates like Dinah Lance/Black Canary. She finally got more respect in the community, and had a much better time.

Additional relationships include:

A big sister/annoying little brother type thing with Tim, who may disapprove of her killing but simply likes making friends too much :)

A great relationship with Vic Sage/the Question

One single issue where she met Steph that presented SUCH interesting potential that I desperately wish had been followed up on

On and off romantic/sexual tension with Dick, depending on the writer, which culminated in a single hook up that apparently most people around here would rather pretend didn't happen, though I really don't think it's that bad

A complicated relationship with Barbara, partially due to clashing personalities and conflicting morals (with Babs being nearly as much of a control freak as Bruce), and partially due to a shared history with Dick because DC loves making women be catty

Surely others from her first solo or time on the JLA that I don't know well enough to list!

She's rad and determined and takes no shit but cares a lot, and I love her. We deserve more stories tying her teaching day job into her night work. We also deserve more stories with her in general.

If you would like additional Helena beyond just cruising my tag, I recommend:

Batman/Huntress: Cry for Blood - far more Huntress than Batman, this is a great 6-issue miniseries about Helena reckoning with her past, ft the Question.

Batman: No Man's Land - if you have the time for it, a big storyline but worth it.

Birds of Prey vol 1 (1999) - Helena starts to appear around issue #57 and becomes a central character from there.

#*#ask #anon #*dc #dc #dc ref #helena bertinelli #huntress #batfam #batman #10to2

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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In 120 Hours

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You work as a temp and are offered a very exclusive interview for a very exclusive job. You see, someone needs a personal assistant for a very eventful week, and you happen to be the perfect fit.

CW / disclaimer: 18+, language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: part four! this is where we get unprofessional, but, you know, it's not just you. for all my new readers, know that my joey is soft joey first and foremost - if you were waiting for some filthy smut, im sorry to disappoint!

Wordcount: 4.5K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

At 6AM sharp you grabbed the remote control from Joe’s bedside table and turned his TV off before placing a cup of coffee down.

“Get up, Joe,”

You were still in pyjamas yourself, bedhead, barefooted, voice groggy and sleep still stuck in the corners of your eyes. On your way out of Joe’s bedroom, you said, “We’re leaving in about thirty minutes,” and then didn’t get a response.

You stopped in the doorway, looked back and couldn’t help but imagine what sleeping in that big bed with Joe would be like. The bed looked like it was a twelve-year-old Ikea piece that had been taken apart and put back together too many times - like it would wobble unsteadily any time someone in the bed would turn over. Good thing his new bed was coming in today.

You found the switch for the big light, slapped it, and flushed the room with bright white, hurting your own eyes as well as probably Joe’s.

“Joe?”

Then a thumbs up shot up from the big pile of white duvet, and you scoffed, huffed a laugh, and said “Coffee’s on your bedside table, we’re having breakfast at the shoot.”

In the car on the way over it was quiet. You were both freshly showered, and you’d even had the time to blow dry your hair, but it was still early, and the both of you were still tired. You imagined it was mostly because of the loud TV – there was no way Joe was getting any better sleep than you were with that thing blaring. At least your new earplugs worked just fine and you’d managed to get a lot more sleep than the night before.

The morning felt a little heavy, because with all the driving around London, getting to see so much of it, you had started thinking about why you hadn’t actually moved back yet. Memories of your ex wanting to move away, back to his hometown, his estranged nan dying and leaving him the house... it felt like you’d hit the jackpot at the time. And your family was relatively close too, so it was fine. But you’d had real withdrawal symptoms from leaving the city, and now that you were no longer actually with him, you tried to think of reasons why you’d bought a flat in his hometown after you broke up, but you came up empty.

“Are you all right?”

You looked at Joe whose eyebrows quirked, giving away a polite bit of worry.

“There’s going to be a lot of deliveries today, I’m doing mental math to figure out how I’m going to do this,” you lied in truths. “And I’m really hungry.”

Joe was asked to go to a workshop after the photoshoot, just for an encouraging word, nothing insane, but it meant you were going to be rushing a bit. After the appearance at the workshop, there’d be a phone interview, and then there’d be another screening.

Joe sighed.

“I don’t want to be rude and skip it, but, I kind of want to skip the film screenings today,”

“You’ll still have to go to be seen, talk to some people,”

“Yea, don’t really want to do that either,”

You paused, looked over Joe’s schedule, at how many things there were, saw that tomorrow was his film premiere with the Q&A straight after, and then the day after that, the awards ceremony. You understood the want for a short break, looked at Joe and said, “Let’s have breakfast first, before you make any rash decisions,”

But then Joe smiled wistfully, and you knew this wasn’t a rash decision at all.

Fine.

You could come up with a vague excuse for him, no problem.

A busy morning passed you by, and you'd made a deal with Joe’s driver. You said he could have the evening off if he would go back to Joe’s house to sign for furniture deliveries, and then you’d call if you needed him to come pick you up and bring you somewhere else.

A tricky deal because this was power you definitely didn’t yield. But Joe had said he didn’t want to go to the screenings, which effectively meant that he wouldn’t need to be brought anywhere from the workshop forward.

You were lucky the driver seemed to like you, with a sneaky wink and a small smile, the driver dropped you off, accepted the front door key you handed him and drove right back to Joe’s address.

And then you spent the whole photoshoot on the phone to him, because the men moving the furniture in had also been paid to place all pieces in the correct rooms, and then when you heard the driver walk up all the stairs, you felt like you were crossing a thousand boundaries letting all these people into Joe’s house without you or Joe being there.

“They want to take the big bed out of the master bedroom,”

“Yea sure, can they disassemble it and leave it in another room on the first floor? Just so it’s out of the way. We can maybe use it for another guest room, or whatever, don’t let them take it away. Wait. They can take the mattress; can they take the mattress? There’ll be new ones coming in. Not having to haul that thing off ourselves will be a huge help.”

“Yes, ma’am,”

You crossed your fingers that everything would work out fine, and that you weren’t going to walk into a huge unfixable mess of a house later that day.

Joe basically had a full day of picture taking. The shoot was obviously very camera heavy, but the appearance at the workshop was basically a fan meeting in and of itself. It was all teenagers who either already went to film school, or really wanted to go to film school, and Joe was the only big celebrity that people who weren’t into film would also recognize in a selfie. So, they all wanted selfies, and who was Joe to tell them no?

On the way back to Joe’s house in the late afternoon, you asked him if he wanted to do the scheduled phone interview, and just when Joe was about to say something snarky about you asking him if he wanted to, you had the phone already ringing for him.

Joe narrowed his eyes at you with a small sneaky smile, and started a mild insult, “You little– hello!” but wasn’t able to finish because someone picked up on the other end. You grinned, couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your throat, and this time, Joe didn’t grab your knee to squeeze, but his fingers found your forearm to scratch before he focused all his attention on the lady on the phone who asked him questions about previous and upcoming projects.

Deep breaths, everyone. It was just a scratch. One that made your belly somersault, but you know, t’was just a little scratch. Nothing major. Shit. You had to calm down.

When you rounded the corner into Joe’s street, it was time to face the music. See what state the house was left in by the delivery men.

Downstairs in the living room, there were three rolled up rugs, still in its plastic packaging, a new TV unit, another sideboard that was meant to become a little bar area for Joe, and there were large ceiling lights, still in their boxes – no sofa yet. In the dining room, next to the clothing racks, were ten dining room chairs, lights and a long shelf – no table yet.

You knew upstairs Joe’s new bed would’ve been delivered, and you were about to tell him about it, but stepping into the kitchen you could see Joe hunched over the counter, reading a script, and munching on a banana.

When he saw you, he looked up and asked, “Do you mind if I go sit in your room to read this?”

Your room.

“Of course not, go ahead, it’s your house.”

And Joe left you alone. Which was great actually. It’d give you time to unpack furniture, drag things into their right spots and, you know, see your vision come to life a little. You texted Joe’s management a weak excuse for Joe not going to the film screenings or the industry happy hour that day and got to work.

At 6PM you called, “Joe, you hungry? Should I order some food?” up the stairs. You heard movement, saw him appear at the top and he said, “I’ll cook us something,” as he made his way down.

You watched him jog all the way down, and when stood next to you at the bottom, he gave you a confused look, asked, “What?”

You looked down at his hands.

“How are your wrists doing?”

Joe looked down as well, rotated both hands, completely unsure of what you meant.

“Because you’ve got a lot of signing to do tonight,”

About two hours later, all furniture had been unpacked, all plastic and cardboard had been sorted and taken out, Joe’s clothing racks had found a new home in an empty room upstairs and you had both eaten a beautiful home-cooked meal.

Because there was no sofa and no dining table yet, the two of you found yourselves on the floor, laid out on one of Joe’s new rugs. You were passing Joe photographs of himself in costume, one by one, and Joe signed the same squiggly ‘Joe’ on all of them, laying on his side, hanging into one of his shoulders.

It was boring assembly line work. But there was wine. A lot of wine. And music. Although, you had real strong doubts about the playlist Joe’d put on, but whatever, people liked different things. It was fine.

“If someone had told you five years ago that you’d be signing five thousand pictures of yourself the night before your film would premier at the London Film Festival, would you have believed them?”

“The person I was five years ago was a lot more confident than you’d think,” Joe said, having a sip of wine, giving his hand a 5 second break from holding the sharpie before getting right back into the routine. Dangerous game this, having red wine on a brand-new rug.

“I probably wouldn’t have believed them, not deep down, but I would’ve definitely pretended they’d been right,” Joe continued.

“Sort of, blind confidence, you’d have been like, me? oh yeah,”

“Yea, me? famous in five years? yes, absolutely,”

You both laughed.

You had a nice rhythm going, working in a big triangle. You would slide a photo over to Joe from his left, Joe would sign it, and slide it away from him to your left, where they all gathered in a huge pile that you’d later organize into neat stacks to go back into the boxes. But there were so many photographs, you’d no idea how you were going to finish them all with tomorrow and the day after being busy days.

“You’re a fidgeter,” Joe suddenly said, and you immediately stilled your fingers and balled your hands into fists.

“I’m a fidgeter?” emphasis on the I, you reached for your wine and took a sip, giving Joe some accusatory eyes. You’d seen Joe fidget his way through his days – thumbs finding the underside of his rings, teeth biting into the skin of his lips, sweaty palms being rubbed over his knees, whatever there was left of his nails scratching into his scruff... you wondered if there was anything left of the confident Joe from five years ago he’d just described.

“I’m not saying that I’m not, I’m just saying that you clearly are too,”

You looked at your hand – at your ring, and kind of wished it would’ve just reminded you of your grandmother by now, but it didn’t. Of course, it didn’t. Would it ever?

“That’s a nice ring,” Joe observed, making polite conversation, but carefully, because your face would do this thing whenever you looked at it, or touched it, and Joe didn’t like how he’d lose you for a second.

“Thanks, it um... it used to belong to my grandmother,”

And that’s when Joe thought he understood.

“I’m so sorry,”

You looked up and saw two ridiculously empathetic eyes look at you, displaying far too much pure, raw emotion, especially because it was totally misplaced, too.

“Oh no, she’s alive still. Very alive. Probably making a poor kid behind a bar somewhere cry because he’s mixed her drink wrong,” you chuckled, but it died quick, got stuck in the back of your throat somewhere as it constricted. And Joe didn’t speak, which, honestly, if he’d really been this kind dude that he was portraying to be, he would’ve said something by now so you didn’t feel the need to fill the silence yourself.

But he didn’t. And now you were going to have to share personal information about yourself.

You waited a second longer, looked at Joe to see if maybe he was going to say something, but he’d stopped signing, even capped the sharpie, and just looked at you.

Fuck.

“No um, so, this used to belong to my grandmother, and then she gave it to my boyfriend to propose to me with it, and he did, but then, that... we didn’t work out, so, I’m not engaged anymore, but I can’t give the ring back to him, can I? It used to be my nan’s!”

You were rambling a little, not making eye contact as you reached for the bottle of wine to refill your glass. Surely Joe had left it out here because the expectation was that you were going to finish it, right?

“My nan’s, not his... so I turned it into a normal ring, started wearing it on another finger, and now I... I kind of wear it to prove to myself that it’s something that ties me and my nan closer together, and it's not, you know, the engagement ring my ex-boyfriend gave to me,”

You moved the bottle over to Joe’s glass, and he gave it a small nudge to get it closer to you for a top up.

“But it just, it obviously just reminds me of him all the time... I’ve convinced myself there’s going to be a moment where it won’t, and maybe that will actually be the case, at some point,” you were talking with your hands, waving the bottle around and it made Joe reach a fearful hand over. That was red wine, and you were on a new rug.

“Oh, sorry,”

You knew how expensive this rug was, too.

“Go on,” Joe said softly, as he silently slid your glass away from you a little too.

“No, um, yea...” You shook your head to get back on track. “It’s not been that long anyway, so who knows. I don’t want to give up on it yet, it’s just stupid that it was an engagement ring before it was anything else to me, you know?”

Joe nodded, asked, “How long has it been?”

“About a month and a half,”

“Since you broke up?”

“Um no, since I secretly bought myself my own flat.” You huffed out a laugh. You knew it wasn’t funny, but you also knew that you sounded like a clinically insane person.

Joe didn't look at you as if you were crazy, but he also didn't say anything.

“I knew,” you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. “I knew it wasn’t going to work out. I should’ve never said yes, I should’ve never – honestly, I should’ve never even moved out of London for him, but you know... things happen.”

You slid another photograph of Eddie over to Joe, and it prompted Joe to uncap this sharpie again, sign the one that was still in front of him before moving onto the next. Slower pace now though.

“I only ended the engagement last week,”

“You had your own flat for over a month and he didn’t know?”

“Yep. No clue.” you smiled a painful smile, then cleared your throat. “So, that’s why I’m single.”

Another photo for Joe. Another sip of wine for you.

“What about you?”

“Why am I single?” Joe’s eyes shot up at you, a little playful smile underneath.

“Why do you fidget, you idiot,”

Joe laughed.

“But sure, that too. What’s got you all fucked up inside?”

Joe then grinned, silently signed a few more photographs, then took a deep breath and closed his sharpie again before leaning down further, head now supported by his hand.

“At the risk of sounding like the biggest twat ever,”

“Okay wait,”

You moved, positioned yourself to lay on your stomach, feet up behind you, leaning heavily into your shoulders, ready to listen.

“I’m ready, go,”

Joe laughed silently, then nodded to himself, and said, “You know how fizzy drinks, sparkling drinks, how they go flat if you leave them out long enough?”

Fantastic. An actor using a metaphor.

“Yes,”

“That’s kind of... that’s kind of what tends to happen with me. I’ll really like something, or someone, and then... it loses the bubbles. And I don’t like coke without any bubbles in, you know? I’d rather not drink it, just, get something else instead.” Joe groaned as he heard himself say it. “I don’t mean, I don’t – you know, I don’t shove someone out and just get someone new in immediately, that’s not...” Joe didn't finish the sentence.

You looked at Joe for a second, then clicked your tongue.

“Easy fix, you’ve just got to stop going around and leaving bottles uncapped,”

And Joe laughed. Threw his head back and let the rest of his body follow, rolling onto his back, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. “What? Tell me I’m wrong!” you challenged him.

“Well, I can’t keep all the bottles closed the whole time either, can I? I’ve got to fill up some glasses,”

Joe was slowly losing you with this metaphor.

“Sure, so, fill up a glass, put the cap back on, and back in the fridge it goes!”

A more tentative silenced followed next. Joe flipped back onto his side and reached for his wine.

“Or maybe we could just have wine forever.”

Your conversation carried on, and you talked about all different kinds of things. Joe had you explain the full vision you had for the room you were in, had you dart around gesturing where the sofa would go, which light had to be hung where, what paint colours to use for each wall, which Joe had to get painters in for, because these ceiling are too high to do that safely yourself, buddy. And Joe said he loved it, but you didn’t believe him, because Joe didn’t seem like the guy who could visualize the way you could. He’d confessed being bad at that when it came to his outfits, how was he ever going to convince you that he could do it for his interior? But fine. You could accept a compliment, even if it didn’t mean anything. They were kind words anyway.

When you finished the bottle of wine, Joe asked what time you needed to wake up tomorrow, and it wasn’t until 10 that a stylist would come over with clothing for the premier, so you said 9AM and Joe promptly opened the second bottle before sitting back down and filled up both your glasses once more before getting back into signing.

There was a brief moment where Joe tried to teach you how to forge his signature so you could help, but it was very obvious which ones you’d done, so that plan was quickly given up on.

And when that second bottle was nearing its end as well, somehow, the conversation lulled back onto singledom, and you talked about how being single was actually really quite nice.

You had all this time to yourself, no one to answer to. The place would actually be quiet for once. No mess from other people to clean up after – fully ignoring your current temp job in the moment, you’d been cleaning up after Joe all evening – and no person to yell at you for making a mess.

But then it quickly took a turn, and you both became sarcastic.

“It’s great having dinner by yourself all the time,” Joe spoke into his glass.

“Waking up in empty beds is so fine,” you gulped your last sip down.

“Going out and being the only single one in your group of people is not weird at all,”

“13th wheeling is so fun, isn’t it?”

“Oh, the best,”

“It’s great reaching for a hand to hold in bed and finding that the only other hand in there is your own other hand,” you said, and Joe winced at that, laughed because that felt too real.

“And it’s easy to fight off any loneliness by just turning on the TV to pretend there’s people around and you’re not so fucking alone all of the time,”

And you gasped a sad breath, making Joe freeze just as he was about to take his last sip, and he pointed a finger.

“No, don’t,”

“Oh no... you have that TV blaring because...”

“Don’t,”

“Because you’re lonely?” Your eyebrows couldn’t possibly knit together any further. “Joe, that’s really sad,” you said, but you burst out laughing straight after.

“Yea, well,” Joe emptied his glass, let the last bit of red slide down his throat. “At least I don’t hold my own fucking hand in bed,”

You erupted into full belly laughter. Just, raw joy from the deepest pits within you. It all bubbled up and out, and you laughed until you couldn’t anymore because it started to hurt your stomach too much. You were tipsy, sure, but you hadn’t been able to laugh at yourself like this in ages. Felt great. Sort of cleansing, in a way.

You’d not even gotten through half a box of photographs.

Time for bed.

There was something nice about tidying up before bed, moving things into the kitchen, turning off all the lights and walking up the stairs together. You said goodnight as you walked into the guest room, and Joe made his way up another flight, but you’d only just taken your socks off when Joe called down for you.

“Um... I think we have a problem?”

Joe’s bed.

You ran up the stairs and found Joe, staring at his new bed. Flat-packed, still. There were dressers, nice armchairs, and bedside tables too. But all still in boxes. Wrapped in plastic. New mattresses nowhere to be found.

Shit.

You’d forgotten all about Joe’s bedroom, and the two of you just stared at it for a moment, trying to think of what to do.

“Take the guest room,” you suddenly said, opting a very sensible solution. “I’ll go... I don’t know, find a hotel to stay at for the night,” But then Joe was already scooping up his pillows that had been left in a pile on the side, and said, “Or, we could pillow-wall it?”

After asking maybe fifteen times if you felt comfortable, if you were okay with this, if you really were fine, which, “Yes, Joe, shut up, this bed is massive, I won’t even feel it if you turn,” you were in bed together with Joe’s pillows strategically placed in between you underneath the covers. Like you were children who both thought the other was gross and touching each other in your sleep would be the death of you. It was fine. Cute even, but you kind of wished they weren’t there. They had to be. Obviously. You were his PA. Ew, gross. Were you getting paid to sleep in the same bed? Technically you were, weren’t you? Disgusting - that was a thought to push down immediately and to forget about forever.

You were right about the bed, though. It really was wide enough for you to move around freely and not have it be weird. But, you know, it was still a little weird. And you were both a little awkward about it, so you found solace in humour as you got comfortable in the dark.

“If someone had told you a five years ago,” Joe started, and already had you giggling. “That you’d be sleeping in the same bed with me, would you have believed them?” Joe asked, and you could hear how he tried to hold back his own giggles.

You were two ten-year-olds at a slumber party, that's exactly what this felt like.

“You were nobody five years ago,” you laughed. “I would’ve gone, who?”

“Who the fuck’s Joe Quinn?” Joe said in a high-pitched voice.

“I’d also probably say, that won’t ever happen, I would never let my boss talk me into bed with him,”

“Oi, fuck off,” Joe laughed. “I’m only here because you fucked up,”

Oof, shots fired over the pillow wall.

“I’m sorry there’s no TV in here for you to deafen your own sad thoughts with,” you fired right back.

“Good night,” Joe spoke sternly, and then you both laughed until silence took over.

“Good night,” you then said back in a softer tone of voice and turned over onto your side. Joe yawned, said good night in a nice way too, indicating that it really was time to sleep now. No more chatting, no more joking. Just silence, and sleep.

You didn’t know how much later it was when you suddenly snapped out of thought – one of those moments where you were like, oh I’m still awake? I could’ve sworn my thoughts were dreams – by something touching your wrist.

“Stop fidgeting,” you heard Joe whisper drowsily, his voice muffled by duvets and pillows. He’d snuck an arm over to your side and let his fingers wrap around your wrist. Almost in a reflex, you twisted in his grip and took hold of his wrist too.

You laid like that for a little while, until you had the thought that, if you were to fall asleep, your grip would loosen and you’d lose each other. You didn’t know why that pained your chest the way it did, but it was enough for you to move your hand down, fit it into his, and Joe followed your lead as your fingers laced together. You inhaled a sharp breath, and you felt Joe squeeze tightly. You could cry at how comforting this was.

“Don’t let go of it,” you whispered into the dark.

“I won’t.”

And without trying to overthink about how you’d gotten here, which steps you’d taken throughout the past three days that lead up to this moment, you fell into a deep sleep, sunk all the way into the plush softness of the bed, holding hands with Joe, with only fifty-six hours on the clock still.

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Do I Look Okay? ~ *Shinichiro Sano*

Summary: Your bodyguard is in love; in love with you that is. But he knows it can never be. But that doesn’t mean he can’t still hope and wish that you will look at him with love. And perhaps, maybe you do...

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano X Fem!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2302

Warning: one innuendo right in the beginning, unrequited-requited love, hurt no comfort but it’s the good kind (the kind with hope)

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Taglist: @soulangel

A/N: He’s just so in love with you.

Part Two can be found here: You Look Perfect

“Did you make sure to lube the shaft?”

Shinichiro practically choked on the air as his client innocently asked a question to the chauffeur. Movie stars, honestly. However, he was a bit surprised when the man driving simply chuckled and nodded.

“Yes, Miss Y/n. The car will run nicely now. Your private mechanic did well.” He assured her.

She nodded, sending Shinichiro a wink. “Good. I was worried about this old car. I want to make a grand entrance at the red carpet tonight. Nothing says a grand entrance like a Rolls Royce Phantom limo.”

“You’re absolutely right, Miss Y/n.” The chauffeur chuckled again before she finally sat back in her seat, dusting off her lap.

Shinichiro sighed. He didn’t like being addressed as her personal mechanic. Yes, he absolutely loved working on her old cars, but his real position was bodyguard. Calling him a personal mechanic almost sounded dirty to him.

She gave him a cheeky smile as he sat back and the car started on its way back to her mansion. “Was that really necessary?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Giggling to herself, her smile grew. “It’s cute seeing you all hot and bothered. Really, you’re positively adorable when you’re flustered.”

“Thanks.” He muttered, averting his eyes as he frowned.

His breath hitched as she leaned against him, flashing her big puppy dog eyes. “Are you mad at me? You seem mad at me. It was just a little joke, you know. I was only teasing.”

“Teasing or not, you shouldn’t be making those kinds of jokes, especially in front of others.” He informed her, staring straight ahead so he wouldn’t fall victim to her glassy doe eyes.

“Why not?”

“Because…” He didn’t really know what to say. She shouldn’t because it makes him uncomfortable because he was harboring an unrequited crush towards the budding actress? A crush that if anyone found out, would get him fired, or worse, ruined as an impeccable bodyguard. He shook his head. “Because you’ll destroy your reputation.”

“Hmmm.” She sat back and it felt like the air had returned to his lungs. As she examined her elegantly polished nails, she continued, “What else do I need to do before the premiere tonight?”

Despite being her bodyguard and personal mechanic, he also was her secretary. She didn’t like having a lot of people following her around and catering to her every whim. So it was just him, awkward and loner Shinichiro Sano. Checking her personal schedule that he had inputted in his phone, he announced, “You have a hair appointment next and then you have to hurry and get dressed and get your makeup done before the premiere.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” She stopped him, waving her hands around wildly. “What about food? I’m so hungry I’m going to die!”

He sighed. “You’ll be eating before you get dressed.”

“Then let’s order take-out!” She squealed with delight. “I’m dying for some good Chinese food! I know a great little place not too far from here that’s so delicious and cheap and ugh! My mouth is watering just thinking about it! Please, can we get some?”

Despite himself, Shinichiro shrugged, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt…”

“Just make sure I don’t eat too much. I don’t want to feel bloated before the premiere.” She admitted. “That’s the worst, when you eat too much and then you just can’t move because you’re so full.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

“So are you going to eat with me or are you just going to stand there and watch me eat like you always do?” She asked, her bottom lip jutting out. “I want you to eat with me this time around. I want you to fall in love with the food just like I did.”

Again, Shinichiro froze. He didn’t mean for his first thought to be she was asking him out, but his mind strayed that way. Secretly, deep down in his heart, he really, really, really wanted it to be a date. He wanted to eat with her and talk about anything and everything, as long as it wasn’t about work. He wanted to attempt to be a cute boyfriend and try to feed her. But he knew it would never, ever, EVER happen and he needed to accept that. She was a star, he was a black cloud.

“Sure, I suppose I could…” He trailed off, mentally cursing himself. He should have said no. It was the proper response a normal bodyguard would say: no, thank you, I really shouldn’t. But he couldn’t say that to her. Not when she looked at him like that, with her pleading eyes and tender voice.

She squealed again, even going as far as clapping her hands with delight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll send in the online order.”

“And then I’ll pick it up.”

Swiftly she pulled out her phone and started tapping away. She asked him a couple of questions as she completed the order, satisfied with the kind of food she got the two of them. After the order was placed, she chattered on and on about random nonsense that he wasn’t really paying attention to. Really he was paying attention to the sound of her voice, and how it sounded like a melody. The way she emphasized words and spoke as if she were singing scales. He was truly enraptured by her.

Upon arriving at her estate, she was whisked to her room to get her hair done. While that was going on, Shinichiro picked up the food and set everything up at her dining room table. As he was doing this, he was trying his hardest not to freak out on the outside and keep all of his anxiety and excitement on the inside. This could be a date if you squinted. He could be on a date with the hottest movie star this year.

But he wasn’t.

He started mumbling under his breath, “No, this isn’t a date. I mean if this was a date, she would have explicitly said so. You know her. You know she has no filter. You know she would tell you exactly if this was a date when she asked you to stay. But she didn’t. So you know it’s not. So you shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions and hoping it is a date. I mean, if you were hoping this was a date, it’s not, because that would be absolutely ridiculous-”

“Everything okay?” She called out from the entryway, almost making him drop his food.

He nodded, albeit a bit too quickly. “Yeah, everything is just fine.”

When he turned to look at her, he almost dropped his food again. Her hair was done up so elegantly with a few silver clips to accent the style. Shinichiro knew she was pretty without her hair and makeup done, but even if it was just her hair, she still managed to take his breath away. She looked positively exquisite.

“It’s not too much, right?” There was a sliver of fear in her voice and if he didn’t know her that well, he wouldn’t have heard it. But Shinichiro knew her very well and he knew that she always felt very self conscious when it came to getting all dressed up for events like premieres and charity galas.

Nodding again, he assured her, “You are beautiful. Really, you’re stunning.”

She smiled, a small look of relief washing over her for a split second. “Good. Now pass me the food, I’m starving over here! I’m practically about to pass out from hunger!”

With a chuckle, he handed her her food. She eagerly sat down and dug into her meal, humming in delight at the taste. Shinichiro simply observed, picking through his own food as he did so. It’s not that he didn’t like the food, it was amazing just like she said it would be, it’s just he didn’t feel hungry. A small voice in the back of his head was screaming at him repeatedly that this was a date and he should make an effort to talk to her. But another voice shot back that it clearly wasn’t a date and he was on duty, therefore he needed to remain vigilant.

“Do you ever relax, Shin?” She asked him out of the blue.

He blinked in surprise, both at her question and the nickname. “Pardon?”

She shrugged, still not making eye contact as she picked through her food. “I don’t know, you always seem so uptight and stern around me. It’s almost as if you don’t like me. Do you like me, Shin?”

This was a trick question. He knew it as soon as she said it. There was no other reason as to why his crush would ask such an obvious question of him. Nevertheless, he nodded. “Yes, I like you.”

His heart beat erratically as she beamed. “Good, I like you too. So what’d you think of the food?”

How could he answer her? Why was she being so casual about this? Did she confess to having a crush on him too? Or what? What happened? What was he missing?

Shinichiro nodded, looking down at his half eaten food. “It’s good. Really, it’s just as good as you described it.”

“See? I told you so. I could live off of this food for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. Seriously the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” She sighed in utter contentment.

There was a knock at the entryway and both of them saw the stylist who was there to help her with her makeup. “Excuse me, Miss Y/n, but-”

“Yes, of course.” She nodded, setting her container down. Making her way over, she paused to speak to him. “It’ll only be a moment and then we can go.”

And with that she was gone.

Shinichiro could still smell traces of her perfume in the air. Though he was embarrassed to admit, he imagined it was what heaven smelled like. Shaking his head to clear the lovelorn poet from his head, he set to work putting the leftovers away and clearing the garbage. He knew she did have a maid to do these things, but he needed something to do to keep his mind occupied. He seriously needed to stop thinking this way about the starlit. This wasn’t Romeo and Juliet, where they were star-crossed lovers, never to be together ever. This was an unrequited crush that would put the job he cared for on the line. He needed to wake up and stop these foolish, lovesick teenage boy thoughts from manifesting into some creepy obsession.

After the cleaning was done, he found himself pacing in front of the door. He knew it wouldn’t take long, but he had nothing to occupy his thoughts or his time. The only thing he could do was pace. And he knew that would frustrate her when she would see him, but it didn’t matter at this point in time.

“Keep walking around in circles like that and you’ll make yourself sick from dizziness.”

Just like when she came to the dining room for dinner, his breath left him upon seeing her in the floor length evening gown, with a slit in the side that went all the way up to her mid thigh. The one strap was bedazzled to match the belt and was the same silver as her heels and hair clips. She looked like a goddess of beauty incarnate and all he wanted was to stare at her with hearts in his eyes all night.

But he scoffed at her words. “I think I’ll be fine. Are you ready to go?”

When she nodded, he turned to open the front door for her. However she quickly grabbed his hand, making him gasp lightly, “Wait. Do I look okay?”

Turning to her, he smiled a genuine smile of true affection. “You look breath-taking, as always.”

She smiled with gratitude. “Thank you. Really, thank you.”

Normally she wouldn’t say thank you twice, but before he could dwell on her words, she was already out the door and heading to the limo. After a quick shake of his head, he followed her and sat next to her in the car. The chauffeur drove them to the premiere, and for once the ride there was eerily quiet. He wanted to say something, just to break the tension, but he felt it better not to interfere. Every time he looked over at her, she was staring out the window, her head in the clouds. He didn’t want to break whatever concentration she had.

Before he knew it, bright lights were flashing and people were screaming her name. Even though Shinichiro was just her bodyguard and the screams weren’t for him, he was still caught off guard by them. He should be used to it by now, but he just wasn’t. He couldn’t imagine her being used to it either.

She took a deep breath, smoothing out the invisible creases in her dress. He could tell she was nervous, but he had no words of comfort to give to her. He wished he could say something, anything, but it seemed words escaped him every time they really mattered. And when she gave him a blindingly bright smile, his brain went fuzzy with static.

“You’re sure I look okay, right?”

He nodded, mustering up the courage to take her hand gently and give it a comforting squeeze. “You look absolutely perfect, I promise.”

She nodded slowly before taking another deep breath and stepping out of the car, into the bright lights, towards her future and away from Shinichiro.

And with a soft sigh, he got out and followed, always a few steps behind.

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OKAY FINAL TAKE ON RAILY ROUNDUPS LORE

I know this is like the millionth time, but this is the final one I swear.

okay so, raily roundup used to be the next in line for prince in the castle town. Which means that raily was ralsei’s brother, which will come into play later. For now all you need to know is that raily was supposed to take the throne as the prince of the dark, but wanted something else instead. He wanted to get into action, he wanted to be well known across the land of the dark worlds because of how little darkeners cared about the castle town royal family.

One day, while playing around with his brother ralsei, he got lost and found himself deep within the scarlet forest. He found himself at some weird place with only one single tree in the middle of the place, with a certain long white hair individual. They seemed to be a nice person, and introduced themself as a lone traveler. They seemed kind of creepy, but raily has seen worst due to the tales his parents told him. This person asked raily to sit down next to them by the tree, so they could get to know eachother, which the young prince agreed too.

the individual asked him why he was so far away from the path, which raily said he got lost while playing. This person asked him if he was okay, which led to raily telling them that they are the next prince of the dark, which is something he doesn’t want. This individual asked him what he wanted to be, and when raily told them about his dream to be well known, the person then told him about a place called static sea, where dreams come true and people will get to know your name. Raily was then tempted to go to that place, but didn’t want to leave his brother behind, Which then the person convinced him otherwise, then the individual brought raily back to the main path in scarlet forest, and before departing they give raily a gift, and that was a little tiny crystal.

Raily soon went home, during the night he sneaked he way out of the castle and started his journey to static seas. After a long journey, he found himself at static studios, where he was noticed by the idiot ceo himself, Mr. Rook. During this time, Rook was trying to find shows to greenlit so he could get more viewers, and after seeing a random darkener with a big dream coming to his doorstep, he knew that this was his time to make action.

Raily was soon taken in right away, and given his own tv show that was in production. Mr. Rook told the well know director back then, filmso, to direct this show. Soon raily was everywhere while it was produced, so much merch, advertisements, hell he even got his own island in static seas, Everything was leading up to his show’s premiere. Everyone was telling him that he was gonna be the best, everyone was telling him that he was going to take the world by storm, just like what he wanted.

Oh how wrong they were, raily’s show was not popular at all. No one was watching it, the reviews called it terrible, and everything started to go downhill. Raily was lied to, everyone told him that he was going to be important at last, but he never was. And when he needing his show to get a little bit more time, he was just kicked out by the rook, due to him knowing that it wasn’t worth staking the studios reputation, “business is business” as he claims.

He soon was just kicked out of static seas ground, and sent to his now abandoned island. Static studios then went though a huge change trying to cover up the show, making sure people don’t associate them with it. They stopped all advertisements and merch instantly, and even out there best director, filmso, into a janitors job all because of it. But that didn’t matter, raily was now hopelessly abandoned… at least so he thought.

Sometime in the past, his island used to belong to another darkener who was long forgotten. They were named iris, and she used to be a famous ballerina, but now became a corrupted darkmare who lurked around the remains of her old theater. Raily soon stumbled into this theater, and was found by iris who has changed her name to “pully”. Pully was about to just kill off raily, but realizes that they had something on him. A shadow crystal. Instead of killing raily off, she latches onto him like some parasite. She basically made it where she was now his soul, and that raily cannot live without her.

Raily then slowly started to go mad, he soon became furious at everyone, he blamed both darkeners and lighteners for what happened to him. He hated everything, he wanted to go back to his old life as a prince, at least it was better than being alone. He couldn’t take it anymore, why didn’t no one love him? Why couldn’t he be loved?? Why did they just throw him away like he was just a broken crayon??? Why did they do this to him, why!? WHY WHY WHY!? IF YOU COULDN’T BRING ME TO MY DREAMS THEN WHY DID YOU TELL ME I HAD A CHANCE, YOU STUPID STUDIO IDIOTS!?!? YOUR THE REASON IM LIKE THIS, I CANT TAKE IT NO MORE I WANT TO GO BACK WHY CANT I GO BACK!? BRING ME BACK BRING ME-

the mysterious person appeared, they seemed to be happy about how raily ended up. Raily then realized something, they wanted this to happen to him. He tried to ask them why, but they soon just vanished without a trace. Leaving raily as a former husk of his old self, as his world slowly grew darker.. yet darker…

Okay I’m not gonna change his story anymore, this is the best it can get. Hope y’all enjoyed this info dump.

#deltarune #deltarune oc #deltarune au #deltarune secret boss #bjbs deltarune #deltarune predictions #deltarune chapter 3 #raily roundup #deltarune chapter three #lore dump #pully

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"Alisha Weir and the wider cast of the new film 'Abigail' have paid tribute to their co-star Angus Cloud, the Irish American actor who passed away just weeks after filming wrapped.

'Every single cast member was so incredible, and Angus brought so much joy to the set,' Dublin native Weir, 14, told the PA last night, April 17, at the Los Angeles premiere of 'Abigail,' in which she stars.

'Every single day he would make everybody smile and I’m so so honoured and so grateful, not just to have worked with him, but to have known such a beautiful person who is so amazing and beautiful inside and out.

'He shared that with every single person on the cast.'

Cloud, whose father was from Co Meath, died on July 31 at the age of 25. The Alameda County Coroner later said he died of acute intoxication following an accidental overdose.

Full name is Conor Angus Cloud Hickey, the actor previously said that he was preparing to move to Ireland before he was scouted to feature as Fezco in HBO's hit series 'Euphoria.'

In 'Abigail,' Cloud plays a kidnapper, appearing alongside 'Scream' star Melissa Barrera, 'Downton Abbey's' Dan Stevens, 'Big Little Lies' actress Kathryn Newton, and 'X-Men' star Kevin Durand.

Speaking on the red carpet on Wednesday evening, Stevens described Cloud as 'unique,' adding that he had never met anyone like him.

'He was like all of our little brothers on set, and we loved him very much, and we miss him very much,' Stevens said.

Stevens added that 'Abigail,' which was filmed in Ireland, features a tribute to Cloud at the end of the movie.

'I love that this film has a tribute to him at the end, and he would have loved this; he would’ve laughed his arse off,' Stevens told reporters.

Durand, meanwhile, said everyone spoke of 'how good they felt' when they talked to Cloud on set.

'It was just so nice to meet someone who was just so real,' Durand said on Wednesday.

'He wasn’t concerned with being famous; he wanted to be a good person. We all loved him very much and are all very proud of what he did in this film. I hope he's really happy with is.'

#rip angus cloud #😢#melissa barrera #kevin durand #dan stevens #kathryn newton #alisha weir #abigail #links #irish central #irish news

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NEW interview with Alexander Skarsgård and Sharp Magazine!

(photos from Corey Nickols/IMDb at Sundance and by George Pimental at the Canadian premiere of INFINITY POOL in January 2023)

Alexander Skarsgård Admits He’s ‘Quite Boring’

by Marriska Fernandes, February 22, 2023

Alexander Skarsgård is mostly a private person who prefers to use his craft as a platform to tame his wild, primal side — and he’s certainly one who opts to wear his Chuck Taylors to a snowy Toronto red carpet premiere of his latest film, Infinity Pool.

The Swedish actor has been digging his teeth into darker roles that are far removed from himself, and roles he finds thrilling. From the abusive husband in Big Little Lies that earned him an Emmy, to the testosterone-fuelled Viking in The Northman, Skarsgård likes tapping into the primal nature demanded of these roles. In Toronto filmmaker Brandon Cronenberg’s horror “Infinity Pool,” he certainly taps into a violent and visceral portrayal of an unsuccessful writer.

The film, which is now playing in theatres, follows James (Alexander Skarsgård) and Em (Cleopatra Coleman), who are on an all-inclusive resort in a fictional country. When Gabi (Mia Goth) and her friends take them outside the resort grounds, James accidentally runs over and kills a local. The punishment is either be executed, or if you can afford it, allow yourself to be cloned and watch the clone killed instead.

Skarsgård is not the classic industry nepo baby some imagine him to be (he’s the son of famed actor Stellan Skarsgård) — his insecurity runs deep; just like his onscreen character James, he too suffers from imposter syndrome. In fact, Skarsgård shared how he thought he was surely getting fired on Generation Kill, his first major role in the U.S. It was only until two months in that he calculated he was likely safe as it would have been too expensive for HBO to recast.

Skarsgård, 46, approaches his roles passionately, studying the ins and outs of his character as if they were his own. He thinks, plans and sleeps on it — structure, for him, is key, he says. So when it came to playing James and his many clones, the actor found himself mapping out the psychological journeys of each one – which he did for himself, really.

The jaw-dropping horror is one that will live rent-free in your mind as Skarsgård frightens, impresses and marvels in his haunting turn. We spoke with the actor about the film, his performance (he apologizes for the nightmares), his process, and his personal style.

I’ve been following your work having seen most of it, from Big LIttle Lies to True Blood to The Northman. So having the luxury to do any kind of role, what were you looking to do next as an artist when this one came your way?

I was sent the script when I was way deep in mud in the Irish soil, shooting The Northman. It was a very, very intense shoot; a tremendous experience and I loved it, but it was very physically and mentally exhausting. James (in this script) is so diametrically opposed to Amleth, my character in The Northman, who’s very much of a testosterone-filled berserker and James is definitely not that. So that was exciting and tonally, I was familiar with Brandon’s work; I had seen both Antiviral and Possessor and I thought they were terrific films and Andrea Riseborough is a dear friend of mine and so obviously, the star of Possessor had spoken so highly of Brandon, what it was like working with him and how he ironically, is the sweetest, most humble, lovely, gentleman which is strange, because the stuff that he comes up with is so dark and twisted. Maybe that’s his… I don’t know if it’s his therapy and he gets it out of his system by writing about it. I found him to be such an inspiring and singular and interesting filmmaker and it’s a gift as an actor to get to play a role like James because the journey he goes on; what he experiences is psychologically absolutely fascinating to me. So I was thrilled to jump on board.

You said that the sweet spot for you is when you’re intrigued by the character and you understand aspects of him, and he makes you curious to learn more. How did that apply to James and the different versions of his clones?

Because there’s so much to interpret, I’m still thinking about it (laughs). It’s such a rich character, and what a treat to get to play three, four versions of the same character and to play around with the juxtaposition between James the author and James the clone, and the different iterations of the clone and what happens to James after the first time he watches the execution of the clone, what happens after the second, third? How does that change him? What does it do to someone psychologically when you have to witness your own death in such a brutal way, where he can’t look away. It’s horrifying. But it’s also exhilarating in a weird way. I found that really interesting to play around with who is James? And also literally who is the character we’re watching? Because it could also be open to interpretation. Is this James or like Dr. Modan says in the movie, ‘Do you ever wonder whether you are the clone and they killed the real James?’ And that was fascinating to me and very interesting to play around with that notion when I was prepping the movie, and honestly shooting it I’d like to leave that open. This could be James but this could also be the clone.

And did you really map out the psychological journeys for all the clones?

I did for myself and then obviously tried to leave room for interpretation for the audience.

There seems to be a through-line with some of your roles because there’s always something primal whether it was the beast quality in The Northman or the wolf in Hold the Dark and now in this you’re wrestling with a naked version of yourself as a dog.

Yeah, I think I guess I’m quite drawn to the primal. The more people that revert back to something more atavistic and that friction that is being human in a modern day society, the friction between functioning in a civilized society. Right now, I’m in New York City, and I’m surrounded by millions and millions of people. But deep down, you also have the more atavistic equality and the more primal qualities and that animal within that we sometimes let out, most often try to suppress and that I find quite fascinating. I think that’s been the through-line in some of my films.

So when it comes to creating roles, you have often said that you like structure and you read the script once a day, every day until shooting. Was it any different with this one?

I do like structure, I compartmentalize so that helps me map out the character and the journey. I do find it very useful to read the script, go over it in prep once a day because it helps me trigger inspiration and discover new things. And even if it’s the 30th time I read the script I’ll notice something that I’ve not noticed before or makes me think about something in a different way. Most of those ideas, I just discard but occasionally you’ll find something that’s really fascinating and that might be even the foundation for the character and you start building off of that.

Did this structure help you process any scene in particular?

It helps me with everything; it helps me understand the character and map it out. The most obvious was the first transformation, the first execution. The first cloning is a pivotal moment because it is the first time James witnessed his own execution and so that was a very big moment and important to understand in deciding how James would react to it. James’ wife is looking away as she’s horrified by it but he is mesmerized by it, almost transfixed by it. And that was fascinating to me to try to kind of go in that direction and see what we discovered.

A few years ago in an interview you were asked what scares you and you said you have the tendency to scare yourself sometimes. So did that happen during the making of this horror when you’re in the process of trying to scare us?

(Laughs) I don’t know if I scared myself but it was definitely intense… (laughs) in a very primal way. I don’t know… working with Brandon was so wonderful and there was so much love and trust there and I really just genuinely believed in his vision for the film and for the role and that’s what it’s all about. Create that trust on a movie set and then you just let yourself go and I feel like most of the cerebral work is done in prep. That’s when you think about the character and you map it out and all this is interesting, but it’s very practical. And the goal is to once you show up on set, you can just hopefully that is somewhere in your systems you don’t overthink it, you don’t actually think about it at all, you can just throw yourself into the situation and where that takes you and on Infinity Pool, as you’ll see in the movie, it took us to some really weird, dark places.

So do you find it thrilling to deep dig into these darker roles that require you to tap into a different aspect of yourself as an artist?

Tremendously. I think I’m privately a very mellow human being. I’m quite content, probably quite boring and so it is thrilling to open up a channel that I never do in real life. It gives me an excuse to tap into that and explore that darkness or wild or more kind of eccentric or crazy or the more primal side of who I am.

James does tend to have this kind of imposter syndrome because when he’s trying to write. Have you ever felt that and when?

I quite often feel that. I’ve been working for quite a few years, but I still feel that. I definitely still struggle with insecurity or feeling that I’m not talented enough or that I’m miscast. The biggest one was probably on Generation Kill, which was my first major role in the U.S. and it was a project that I was incredibly excited about. It was an opportunity to work on it. It was an HBO miniseries about the invasion of Iraq, made by David Simon and Ed burns. They did The Wire show that I was a big, big fan of; It was such a terrific role and I was completely unknown. I hadn’t really worked. I’d done a couple of days on Zoolander, five, six years prior to this, but I definitely wasn’t… I felt that I couldn’t believe I was cast in this really great role in this really great HBO series. I had a very, very strong sense of imposter syndrome there. We were in Africa for seven months shooting it and I was so certain that they would recast and fire me that every day I would figure out how much time or how much money HBO had spent on shooting this and how expensive would it be for them to replace me? So it was like two, three months into production when I realized, well, if they fire me and recast the role, they have to reshoot 40% of the show when that would cost a lot of money. So maybe that won’t happen now. That’s when I first started feeling like I might actually get to finish this job. But up until that point, I was certain that we would get a phone call saying, ‘You were miscast; you’re out!.’

Oh wow. Thank you for sharing that and I think you were well cast in Generation Kill. Before we wrap, I do want to ask you about your red carpet look in Toronto. I love the casual sneakers and T-shirt look in the midst of the snowstorm. Is that your personal sense of style?

Yeah, that was. (laughs). That’s kind of what I wear. I almost missed the red carpet or the Toronto trip didn’t happen because I was flying out from New York and because of the blizzard in Toronto, I was delayed by three or four hours. So that’s why unfortunately, you have to do this over the phone. I was supposed to come in to Toronto and do press in the afternoon and then have to relax a bit and maybe put on some real boots instead of my Chuck Taylors. But instead, I was so delayed that I came straight from the airport to the red carpet.

Is that the classic Alex look?

Yeah. I’m on the road so much that I love to travel with just carry on, which means I have to really plan what to pack. So I can only bring one pair of shoes, maybe two pairs of trousers and one or two sweaters. That even goes for when I’m home. Like I don’t have much clothes. And I prefer to have items that I really love to wear and I don’t really feel the need to have 45 different pairs of sneakers on. If I love my sneakers and have one of them for two years and when I need a new pair, I’ll buy a new pair. But that’s all I really need and the same goes for all my clothes.

That’s very minimal and I love to hear that. Glad you made it out to Toronto!

I’m really glad. It was important for me to come out there because again, Brandon’s hometown and most of the crew and even some of our producers are from there. So it was on this tour that we’ve been doing Sundance, New York and we’re going to the Berlin Film Festival next month. It was really not only because I love Toronto, it’s always fun to be there. But again, to come home to Brandon’s hometown and have a night of celebration together was really really important to me, even though I almost missed it.

Thank you and congratulations again on the film!

Thank you and I appreciate it.

We’re sure to see more of Skarsgård, who is currently filming season four of the HBO familial drama Succession. He was introduced in season three as tech mogul Lukas Matsson and we’ll be seeing a lot more of him in the new season.

Infinity Pool is now playing in theatres.

via sharpmagazine.com

#Alexander Skarsgård #Alexander Skarsgard #Infinity Pool #Corey Nickols #Sharp Magazine

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Okay, I just reblogged a post showing Seb's gorgeous fucking face from the Sharper Premiere and I said I had no thoughts about stucky or evanstan in relation to this Look™️ but I guess I fucking lied.

I. have. a. thought.

Sebastian

And

Chris

Sebastian comes back home to Chris still dressed up all nice in his all-black expensive clothes. Fucking Prada. Designer shit. Looking all sophisticated and suave. And Chris is there right as he makes his way through the door, so close that Seb can't move forward more than a few steps before he'd run into the wall of Chris' chest. Sebastian stays right where he is, smiling and buzzing on the adrenaline caused by the compliment barrage he's been facing all evening. With the way Chris is looking at him he knows how this is gonna go. Chris advanced and he doesn't physically push Sebastian flat against the inside of the door, but Seb goes anyway. His heart pounds in his chest. Chris tucks a loose strand of long hair behind one of Sebastian's ears, murmuring, "you look so good, sweetheart," but it registers as nothing but warm static to Sebastian's ears.

Chris is so close.

His hands are so warm and big on his face, moving gently down his jaw, scratching across his beard, and down the side of his neck to tug at the high neck of his shirt. Adjusting it. Sebastian wants to swallow but he can't, his mouth waters, and his breathing comes faster.

"Did you have fun, gettin' dressed up and goin' out?" Again, Sebastian can't really hear him, he's too caught up in the touch.

Touch that's moving lower and lower. Everywhere Chris touches him, his chest and shoulders, his waist, all of the touch is muted through the heavy layers of cloth. His coat layered over his shirt and then an undershirt below that and-

He can't really feel Chris. Chris is affecting him so much though. His touching... it's getting heavier now that he's aware of just how buzzing and fussy Sebastian's head has been after a night of compliment after compliment. Sebastian is so helplessly drunk on the praise that just the sound of Chris' warm, commanding voice has the power to send him truly off the deep end. Floating.

Sebastian wants to reach out and grab Chris but it feels as if he can't. His hands are stuck to his own clothes too. He isn't even touching himself. He feels so close and so far away from Chris at the same time. He's here, listening to Chris and feeling his touch, but he's also floating and not touching Chris skin-to-skin. It's making his head spin.

Seb feels his throat let go of a whimper.

"I know," Chris coos. "I should've taken care'a you before you left... I could tell how wound up you already were, even before you got to go out there under those flashing lights and show off to everybody. 'M sorry, baby," Sebastian shakes his head, he doesn't want Chris to be sorry. And if... if he was in a mood before he left he wasn't aware! But, Chris shushes him and keeps talking. "I should've sent you to your stylist with some marks that could've been hidden under all these clothes, calmed you down a little," he clicks his tongue, "tsk, tsk, if only I'd known, sweetheart."

He keeps touching.

He brushes one of Seb's nipples through the layer of his clothes, the pleasure is there but is lessened. Even so, it's still what Seb wants and where he wants it. It's still so good.

Sebastian images how good it would've been to feel Chris touch him now if he did mark him up before... if he had walked the carpet littered in hidden hickies or bite marks or maybe even with handprints on his ass and up and down his thighs.

Seb's knees feel weak.

Please.

"Should've taken care of you before, but--" Chris makes a low sound that goes straight to the pool of pure, unadulterated heat in Sebastian's gut "--I didn't and, so, I'm gonna take care of you now," and as he says it, low and suggestive, one of Chris' hands slips down to the front of his pants with the other stays stationed on his shoulder. Keeping him against the door as the other makes him want to curl forward. Sebastian's toes curl in his shoes as Chris forgoes the gentle, soft touch he's been using on Seb all this time in favor of rubbing the heel of his hand against Sebastian firmly.

Sebastian pants. He tries to bite his lip but quickly ends up moaning with his mouth hanging open instead. His hips buck forward into the pleasurable friction. He shuts his eyes against the onslaught of pleasure, head rolling back--lax.

Chris purrs at him, calling him a good boy, telling him that he can't wait for everyone to see this new film and all the hard work he put into it, his baby, so talented and skilled, up there on the big screen. He's so proud of him. He's so proud to be the one that gets to see Sebastian outside of film and outside of social media. So proud of his good boy. So proud to be the only one who gets to see Sebastian like this, dressed to the nines in the most expensive clothes, dripping in charm, and yet... heeling only to Chris. Being good for only Chris.What a good boy.

With the heady, intense praise and the constant pressure and friction of his hand against his dick, Sebastian ends up coming in his pants way too fast, gasping and ready to fall into Chris, completely limp with the way friction ignites his nerves into white-hot pleasure. Oh, God.

#fandomfluffandfuck #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #sub seb #sub sebastian #subastian #gentle dom chris

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Would you know why Nick was allowed to post a lot of pics of IDOY ( I counted nearly 40 considering around 4 posts and 10 pics each) but could hardly post of rwrb? I assumed since both are under Amazon they'd have the same restrictions but perhaps not ( though I don't understand where the difference lies) .. he said he can't post pics of him in costume but I don't think any of the IDOY pics he's posted during filming were in costume either .. they were all random cast and crew pics out of costume (maybe some of the tattoos).. so I was wondering why it was different for rwrb

I... don't know. I mean when thinking on how to answer this I was trying to make some educated guess, but I realized I was running into walls.

I get why Amazon/Prime would put so much effort on the press and promo for TIOY: you got it being a book adaptation, you got the star power with Nick and Anne (and 1D/Harry Styles to a certain extent), you got the tried and true formula of a heterosexual rom-com, you got the trope of an older woman with a younger man that's certain going to attract a certain big demographic, so at least on the surface, it's a winning formula, so they went out with the promo, including Nick posting about it. I think a little more about it might be the costume: Hayes, as a celebrity, wears essentially want Nick already wears, it's not that distinct, as opposed to Henry who's a freaking prince.

But my question is I have no freaking idea how Amazon/Prime view RWRB. You would think they would hold it in high regard, somewhat equally to TIOY. And look at what they did for marketing, with the book quest, premieres, karaoke bus, fan screening, character Instagrams and stuff. You can say that yeah, they did see it as an important project, and did a lot with marketing/promotion (or at least what they could do with the strike going on) to hype it up more.

But then we come to the question of production: As much as I love it and as much as it's minor, there are some meh green screens (see all the new reports and the DNC, heck in the DNC wide shot, it's literally just models, the "Alex" figure is still), and Matthew was told it was overperforming, meaning the expectations weren't that high. I tried to search for the exact number for the budget of the movie, but couldn't, and realized that streaming media doesn't calculate profit the way theatre releases do because there's no "box office".

I think I went off a tangent? Anyways, back to your question, why couldn't Nick post RWRB photos? Well, if we say that RWRB was seen as an important project, then my best guess is that by keeping set and behind-the-scenes and costumed photos secret, they can build up hype by keeping the audience hooked, willing to wait and check for updates to see more. My other guess is that they wanted to use some of the photos Nick took as promotional material themselves: if you look at the photos posted on the official rwrb Instagram page around September to October, there are a lot of behind-the-scenes/set photos, that wouldn't look to out of place if it was in one of the cast member's phone gallery. The selfie of Nick/Henry with Taylor's atrocious plastic yellow sunglasses was definitely from Nick's phone. I briefly thought on the negative side if they didn't care about rwrb, maybe they just didn't give a damn or something, but upon further inspection that doesn't make sense. Even if they underestimate the movie, it doesn't make sense for them to hoard photos. (which is also why I cannot for the life of me understand why their hoarding the deleted scenes when there are clearly so many)

...so apparently I can't answer a question without it turning into an essay WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME

#anon ask #answered #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #taylor zakhar perez #alex claremont diaz #nicholas galitzine #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #firstprince #rwrb thoughts #the idea of you #hayes campbell #meraki essay

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fitrahgolden · 6 months

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Lilies and Soap: 6 - Someone to Keep

[NOTE: What’s this? A chapter whose word count actually surpasses 2k? From little ole moi?]

"Knew what I wanted

Didn’t know that I had it

Someone I’ll continue

To see while I sleep

I'll love her out loud

Kneel at her altar

She's ever above me

Someone to keep"

"Someone to Keep" by A. E. Bridgerton.

Lyrics by A. E. Bridgerton.

—

Anthony and Benedict sat in the green room of a late night talk show, watching the monologue on the screen that was mounted to the wall.

"I know I've been an idiot." Anthony rested his head against the back of the couch, not looking in Benedict's direction.

"Brilliant. Are we talking about anything specific?" Benedict asked with a grin.

"Fuck off," he scoffed, then added quietly, "but, yes."

"Oh."

Anthony turned to look at his brother. Benedict seemed to already know what Anthony was talking about.

"I've really hurt her, haven't I?"

Benedict shrugged as he started to answer and Anthony knew from the look on his face that that answer was going to be short of the truth.

“Ben, come on.”

Benedict sighed and his shoulders slumped. "You didn't mean to, Ant. You didn't do anything wrong."

"But I've hurt her."

"She's…been having a hard time."

Anthony winced. "You've talked about it?"

"Not technically. We've been not talking about it for a little while now."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because it's for you two to sort out. To say something or not say something. To name it or pretend it isn't there."

Anthony raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's true,” Benedict insisted. “And… she may have asked me not to say anything."

Anthony nodded. "While you were 'not talking about it.'"

"Right."

"Right," Anthony parroted.

"So… I take it you've had some sort of revelation?"

Anthony laughed ruefully. "Yeah, you could definitely say that."

"And?" Ben implored.

"And…we'll see what happens after tonight."

—

Anthony was always meant to do this interview and performance alone. It had been booked months ago. Kate had a scheduling conflict with her family plans, as the date of the taping was the same day as her late father's birthday. However, it was too good of an opportunity to turn down, so she and Benedict encouraged Anthony to do it on his own.

Now, Anthony was thankful for the opportunity to perform without Kate. It was auspicious timing, getting a chance to perform this song for her. Benedict was wary of changing the song choice, especially to something that hadn't even been recorded, let alone released. Anthony didn't fully explain, but he was convincing enough to get Benedict and the label to go along with it.

Now, as the interview was coming to a close, it was almost time for his big swing. Considering the reason Kate wasn't there, Anthony knew it'd be insensitive at best to make sure she'd be watching when the show aired. He knew she'd see it soon, if not tonight.

In the final few minutes of the interview, the host, Lulu, leaned in conspiratorially and said, "So, Anthony, I heard the live performance you're giving us tonight is a bit of a world premiere, eh?" She turned to the audience with raised eyebrows. "Using your band mate's absence as an opportunity to launch your solo career, are you?"

"Oh, absolutely. Can't put all my eggs in one basket." Anthony laughed along with the audience.

"OK, well, I just have one more question. Just for fun. Let’s settle the debate here and now: Which one of you is Lilies and which one of you is Soap?"

Anthony knew he ruminated for much longer than Lulu had expected for such a purposely silly question. Eventually, he responded with absolutely no humour. "It's Kate. They're both Kate. It's all… Kate."

There were a few "aw"s in the audience, but mostly silence. Lulu looked like she was at a bit of a loss after the unexpected answer, but she recovered quickly.

"Well, in that case, we'll just have to see how you do without her, hm?" She was teasing him goodnaturedly, but Anthony couldn’t help but think about how poorly he would do without Kate in his life.

—

The other stage lights were turned down, leaving the spotlight on Anthony alone at the piano. He could make out Benedict in the shadows giving him a supportive nod.

He started playing the opening chords of “Someone to Keep.” He hadn't realised how nervous he was. His hand slipped. He stopped, took a breath, and said "oops" into the mic, eliciting a laugh from the audience, which gave him time to clear his mind and start again.

It went smoothly after that. He really couldn’t have asked for a better performance. What had become a recurring vision of Kate spurred him on. He poured everything he had into every word, every stroke of the keys. And before he knew it, the room had erupted into applause. Lulu came over, gave him a handshake, and turned towards the camera to close out the show.

—

Anthony was high on adrenaline as he stayed after the taping to meet with fans and sign a few autographs. By the time the meet and greet was over, Tom had watched the early, unedited video of the performance LMG requested, and texted Anthony.

Tom (LMG): Fuck, yeah! We're gonna record that shit for sure!

So, apparently the label was happy.

He'd lost count of how many times Benedict patted him on the back. "She's gonna love it," his brother told him.

And all Anthony could do was pray that Benedict was right.

—

Anthony watched the show that night. The family text thread was blowing up during and afterwards. The messages were coming in too fast. Not just from his family, but from his friends and LMG as well. It was too much to even attempt to respond to. He'd get to it tomorrow once they stopped, or at least slowed. When Hyacinth texted, asking what he planned to do once he saw Kate, however, he did feel the need to answer immediately. He said he didn't know and asked everyone on the thread to please not say anything to her until he had a chance to talk to her.

One person who had not reached that night was Kate. He tried not to read into it. She could easily have not seen it yet. Or she did and was processing it. Maybe she didn't even know it was about her. Was that even possible? There was, of course, a fourth possibly. That she saw it, understood the message, and wasn't interested. Anthony didn't want to think about that prospect. They had plans to meet at the studio tomorrow evening. He figured he'd know something by then.

Sleep didn't come easy, but it did come eventually.

—

Anthony was too nervous to do much the next day before it was time to go to the studio.

Benedict texted and asked if Anthony had heard from Kate and if he wanted to hang out before the session.

He declined the offer to meet up, but said he had actually heard from Kate. Anthony had worked up the nerve to call her while she was on the train home. He asked how her stay in Somerset for her father's memorial went. And, to his surprise, she asked how the talk show went. He stammered a bit as he told her it really well, not adding much detail. There were a few beats of silence before he made himself ask if she’d watched it. He was a little relieved when she said she hadn't, but the nerves came back in full force when she said she would before they met tonight. He didn't trust himself to keep it together for much longer, so he ended the call shortly after that, but not before asking if she needed a ride. Kate said she would meet him there, but would appreciate a ride home afterward.

And so, all that was left to do was wait. And hope.

—

"Hey, you OK?" Anthony asked as he greeted Kate with a hug that she leaned into.

"Yeah, it was good seeing everyone, especially Appa and Amma's family from Bengaluru. It's basically the only time I get to see them."

"Yeah, I know. I'm glad it went well."

Anthony was staring at her, the plea for Kate to say something about the interview exceedingly obvious to her.

"Um, shall we get started?" She was almost afraid to watch his reaction. She saw disappointment flash across his features before he smiled softly and nodded.

She followed him into the studio with a heavy sigh.

—

Try as Kate might, it wasn't working out to be a particularly productive session. Her nerves were making it hard for her to look Anthony in the eye and hold a conversation. Anthony seemed distracted, which wasn't surprising at all. She felt a bit silly for thinking they'd be able to work without addressing the elephant in the room, but she wasn't sure she wanted to.

She’d known the plan had been for Anthony to perform "Bane of My Existence," since it was popular, and he provided the main vocals for it anyway. The fact that LMG approved the performance of a brand new song that she hadn't even heard was surprising and made her very curious.

When she watched Anthony's segment during the tailend of her train ride back to London, so many emotions came to the surface. The hope that blossomed scared her, the love she felt warmed her, the ache she could sense in his voice brought her to tears. And the doubt made her pause. What if she had massively misread things?

"Lamb?"

Anthony's voice jostled Kate out of her thoughts.

"Sorry. Yes?"

"It doesn't seem like we're feeling it tonight."

"No, no." Kate sat back down at the piano. "Let's just finish this bit." She started playing the incomplete phrase they had been trying and failing to work on. She could feel Anthony's stare as he slowly moved to sit beside her on the bench. He put his hands on top of hers. She stopped playing and reluctantly met his gaze.

There was silence for a few moments before he spoke, softly. “Why don't you want to talk about it, Lamb?”

There was no point in acting as if she didn't know what he was referring to. It was all she could think about, and apparently it had been the same for him.

"Because I'm not sure what to say. Or what you want me to say. Or what I should say."

Anthony nodded with understanding.

Kate took a big breath.

"Was it for me?" Her voice was small.

—

Anthony was flooded with a sense of relief. She'd gotten the message, even if she needed confirmation that she’d understood it correctly.

He turned to her and looked her in the eye. He wanted to be absolutely clear. "It was it for you, Lamb. Every word. Every note."

"Oh."

Anthony's nerves began to work overtime. He wasn't taking anything for granted, but, judging from what little Benedict had said, Kate felt something, too. Maybe not to the same degree, maybe not exactly the same thing. But Anthony thought he had reason to hope.

"How long?" She asked.

A completely reasonable question to which he didn't have a particularly good answer.

"Now that I know, it feels like it's been a long time. But… Honestly, I didn't realise it until a couple of weeks ago."

Kate said nothing.

"I know how it sounds, Lamb. But I don't know how to explain it. It feels new and it feels like it's been forever."

"I understand, Tony."

"You do?" He felt his heartbeat quicken.

"I went through something similar. A few months ago."

Anthony grabbed her hands and pulled them to his chest.

"Lamb, why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you're my band mate. What we do requires a good relationship between us. Because you're my friend. I love your family. My family loves you."

"Those last few reasons sound like an excellent argument for us to be together, actually." Anthony managed to smirk.

"Tony…"

"What do we do now, Lamb?"

Kate thought about it for a long moment. "Can we go to mine and talk about it?"

Anthony smiled as he cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead.

"Yeah, of course. Let's go."

—

Anthony took a chance and held Kate's hand as they walked down the hall. His chest tightened when he felt Kate intertwine their fingers as they exited the studio–directly into a downpour of rain.

“Fuck!” Kate backed up against the door, underneath the awning.

“The car isn’t far. Let’s just make a run for it.” Anthony tugged on her hand.

She exhaled sharply and moved towards him. A bright flash of lightning and booming thunder had her retreating back inside. Anthony followed.

Kate slumped against the hallway wall before sliding down to the floor. “Fucking pop up storms.”

Anthony sat against the wall opposite Kate, concern written all over his face. “It sounds like it’s right over us. It’ll pass soon.” He pulled out his phone. “Want me to check?”

Kate’s gaze was fixated on the door, but she answered quickly. “Yes.”

After a few moments, Anthony held up the radar image on his screen. “See, Lamb? It won’t be long at all.”

Anthony stared at Kate as she stared at the door. He’d seen her like this several times. He knew she didn’t need help, that this one wasn’t too bad.

After about 10 minutes, Kate turned to Anthony, eyebrows raised. “Tony?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you check?”

“The radar, or can I open the door?”

“The door, please.”

Anthony hopped up and opened the door about a quarter of the way.

“All’s clear. Well, it’s still spitting, but I can see some stars and it’s pretty quiet.” He reached out to Kate. “Shall we, Lamb?”

Kate took a deep breath before getting up and taking Anthony’s hand. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Anthony put his arm around Kate’s shoulders as the rain misted them on the way to his car. Once they reached it in the otherwise empty car park, Kate leaned against the door as Anthony was moving to open it for her. “Um… Are we getting inside?”

“If I told you I wanted you to kiss me right now, would you think it was because of the storm?”

“Hmm.” Anthony put his hands against the car door on either side of Kate, levelling their gaze. “No, I wouldn’t think that.”

“Why not?” Kate tilted her head.

“You’ve never kissed me after a storm before.” Anthony reached to twirl a lock of Kate’s wet hair around his finger.

“I’ve never kissed you at all.”

Anthony gulped after looking down at her lips, which were dotted with water droplets. "Do you want to change that?"

Kate didn't say at first, just studied his face.

“Tony?”

“Yes, Lamb?” Anthony whispered.

“Please kiss me.”

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buriedself · 6 months

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" we're going to be taking a lie detector test today. you will be hooked up to the machine, and we will ask you a series of questions - whether you tell the truth or lie is up to you, but the test wil be able to snitch out any lies."

a wide smile, the type that leaves their eyes glittering. " right, yup, i've seen like so many of these. i just can't believe i'm here on this side of it. wow are the studio lights always this hot ? "

" to start, what is your first name and what city are we in ? "

" my dad named me abeke, but my mom gave me the name james. they're both my first names. most people call me james. oh shoot, that's a lie. most people actually call me jem, short for james, which is kinda silly because why shorten a name that's five letters long in the first place ? i digress. we're in new york. "

" thank you. how are you feeling today ? "

" nervous, oh god i'm so nervous. i think i'm getting a stomach ache. can i get some water ? you know what, it's fine, i can wait until we're done here. " clears their throat, squares off shoulders. on top of the table, their fingers tap out a meaningless beat. " nervous. final answer. "

" understandable. how about an easier one - what's your favourite colour ? "

" how is this any easier ? i'm not good at making choices. it took me more time to settle on the title for my latest release than it was to actually write the book. um. uh. " the interviewer is wearing floral. that doesn't really help. they can't see past the interviewer anyway — are the lights always this blinding ? " i don't... really have one. rainbow ? is that a cop out ? "

" and your favourite film genre ? "

" not a genre, but my favorite type of movies are adaptions of books. doesn't matter what kind, i just love to see what made it in and what didn't. " cue nervous giggle. they're not supposed to share the news they got about their book possibly getting an adaption for the big screen, and god is it hard to keep their mouth shut.

" let's see - what is one thing you wouldn't be found without ? "

" oh ! that's a really easy one. " they dig into the pockets of their jacket and pull out a small notebook and a pen. " i feel like this is super obvious. i'm a writer, i write, i always have something running through my mind. actually, do you mind a second ? no one zoom into what i'm writing. " jem ducks their head and shields their journal with one arm as they scrawl onto a blank page for a minute. " okay, sorry, done ! let's keep going. "

" keeping it light, what's your drink of choice ? "

" water ? i don't drink, honest. "

" that's a lie. "

" redbull. i'msorrymompleasedon'tkillme. "

" which of the following have you attended, and would you attend ? "

bold what's been attended, italicize what would attend / attend again.

the ballet. the met gala. the horse track. the race track. a yacht party. the opera. the orchestra. a broadway show. a shakespeare production. a concert. a comedian. an ( american ) football game. a soccer / football game. a documentary film. a film premiere. a polo game. art museum. wine tastings. nyc sightseeing tour. celebrity sightseeing tours. haunted tours. charity galas. fashion shows. fashion week. disneyworld / disneyland. a basketball game. a hockey game. a baseball game. a boxing match. a cricket match. the golf course. the olympics.

" oooh, we're jumping into something a bit heavier now. what is the one thing you want to achieve in life ? "

" i'm already on the best sellers list, which is nuts on it's own, but if i'm allowed to dream a little... i'd love adaptions for my books. and this one's definitely a stretch, but god, imagine me with a pulitzer. "

" who knows what the fates have in store. how do you feel about reputation.com ? it's all anyone seems to be talking about lately. "

jem blinks. tilts their head. " i've been on a little bit of a social media hiatus. "

" ... "

" fine. sorry to my publisher. i have definitely been on my phone. but i still don't really know what reputation.com is ? i don't think i'm relevant enough to be on a gossip site... "

" everyone is entitled to their own opinion, i guess. what's the weirdest / craziest headline you've read about yourself there ? "

" booktok's giving me ulcers, okay ? saw something online about how i'm apparently writing a romance book last year ? i don't write romance. any romantic vibes in any of my novels are completely unintentional but i support anyone who thinks lukas, zora, and jingyi should be a throuple. "

" what's something you are currently working on ? "

" i think my publisher will have my head if i say anything specific. i'm writing ! i'm always writing. right now i'm obviously working on the f&s sequel, but i also have two secret projects on the back burner that i'm really excited to share. "

" i'll look forward to it. one last official question - and it's an easier one. cats or dogs ? "

" cats ! i have one. her name is cat the second. i had a cat named cat when i was a kid. "

" personally, i'm a dog fan anyday. anything else you'd like to add ? "

" yes ! i'm still really nervous. i don't know how actors and muscians do this all day. seriously, good for you guys. i'm not built for this, but i had a really good time, thank you for having me ! "

" well, thank you so much for joining us today - can't wait to have you back with us soon."

#wealth.lies #intro later pt 3 but sooner than pt 1 and 2

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