This is in no way relevant to the much larger conversations we're having right now in the immediate aftermath of the finale, but I think I figured out why we don't get any Ed crop tops or tummy or shirtless scenes.
It's that damn back tattoo. They establish ep 1 he's gotten that giant back tattoo and then the rest of the season he has to be covered up so they don't have to apply it again.
And even if he's being shot from the front, or only an inch or two of skin is showing, you don't want the chance of him spinning or shirt hiking up and a shot is ruined because oops no tattoo.
It's very minor but I WAS wondering why it seemed they were keeping him way more covered than Stede.
Just thoughts.
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I invite you to imagine: preschool or kindergarten teacher Steve who, after a long day at work, gets his wires a little crossed while in bed with Eddie
Leans in to murmur in Eddie’s ear how good he’s being, how well he’s following Steve’s instructions
Accidentally murmurs, great listening ears, instead
They need to pause after that so Steve can die of embarrassment and Eddie can recover from laughing so hard he almost asphyxiates
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☆ (perfect bf!)joshua x gn!reader
☆ warnings: none i think! reader is wearing a dress?
it sounds so cliché you’re not even sure you could say it out loud, but you simply cannot take your eyes off of your boyfriend.
it’s not so much his impeccable outfit (which took him weeks to finally settle on), perfectly combed hair or flawless skin that particularly catch your attention. it’s the ease with which he’s been navigating the crowd, offering bright smiles to everyone, finding exactly the right words to say and to whom, shaking hands when expected, all like he had been part of your family for decades.
“you’re staring”, joshua whispers from a corner of his mouth, his hand still holding yours.
his words make you abruptly snap out of your daydreaming. visibly startled, your eyes widen as you focus back on the wedding toast unfolding in front of your eyes. joshua purses his lips together, cheeks slightly puffed as he stifles a laugh.
still silently as not to disrupt anything, you try to nudge him but his reflexes are too good, and he ends up smoothly grabbing your arm to link it with his. the shadow of amused smiles start to grow on your faces, just as the bride’s mother finishes her speech, setting off claps and cheers throughout the crowd of guests.
your arms still linked together, you decide to follow the few guests who are heading towards the bar, internally praying that no family members will try to start a conversation with either of you; although you’re certain joshua would handle it impeccably.
“that speech was beautiful“, you say, looking at the newlyweds’ table while joshua asks the barista for two refills. “i’m pretty sure i cried at some point.”
“i think we both did”, he admits, his fingers dancing around the strap of your dress, “hey, do you want to go outside? get some fresh air before dessert?”
you take your drink back with a polite smile before grabbing your boyfriend’s hand. “that’s a polite way of saying you need a break from my family”, you tease, leading him to the nearest exit, one that you know leads to a small balcony overlooking the building’s backyard.
the sun has set a couple of hours ago, only leaving the yellowish lights from inside light up joshua’s features. strands of hair delicately brush against his forehead, in a way that’s slightly more sophisticated than when it gets tousled overnight.
sipping his drink with a tipsy smile, he sighs contently, elbows resting on the railing.
“how crazy would it be if i proposed to you right now?”, he asks out of the blue.
you let out a chuckle, refusing to have any over-the-top reaction just like he probably expects you to.
“so crazy” you simply reply before taking another sip, still looking straight ahead.
but the sound of joshua clearing his throat has you suddenly looking to your left. or rather, down to your left where he’s getting down on one knee.
“…shua, what are you doing?” you ask, your voice slightly wavering with uncertainty.
his response is not immediate. instead, he keeps on looking at you, eyelashes fluttering as his smile grows fonder. your palms are getting clammy, suddenly your clothes start to feel a bit too hot, a bit too tight.
“tying my shoes”, he finally speaks up, handing you his glass: “do you mind holding that for me?”
“you’re such an idiot joshua hong”, you scoff, rolling your eyes before flicking his forehead with two fingers.
looking proud of his little prank, he stands back up on his feet to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing a loud kiss on your temple:
“i’ll do it for real one day, don’t worry”, he says without a hint of doubt, “but it’ll be our own day, i’m not stealing someone else’s. you’re too special for that.”
this time, you find yourself unable to suppress your genuine reaction, and a flustered giggle escapes you as he pulls you even closer to him.
you stay like that for a few minutes, sharing silent thoughts about this special day of yours, but also wondering how you’ll manage to actually take your eyes off of him when the time comes.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
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