#/ how do i make muses that don't want to talk to each other talk? bump into them
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sylus-doll · 1 month ago
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Synopsis: Sometimes, when spending time with him, you feel like he owes you something. You decide to tell him about it one day.
Warnings: References to Sylus's Myth.
Author's note: Was gonna post this earlier but I got sick and my period hit me real bad LOL. Comments and reblogs are appreciated, enjoy! <3
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You loved spending time with Sylus. It's the most fun you'll have, no matter how ridiculous your ideas may be. He always finds a way to make it work. With him, the word “limits” has erased itself from your dictionary. Instead, you ask yourself just how far Sylus is willing to go for your sake. But the answer is simple, really. His resources and time seem to be unending when you are the focal point of the picture. Ask for the moon, and he will bring back the stars along with it.
Even if the two of you aren't going out, choosing to stay in and bask in each other's company. These domestically intimate moments are just as— if not more— precious. Just like now. You've dragged Sylus into his bathroom, an assortment of skincare products you wanted to try already sitting on the sink countertop. Grabbing a tub of facial mask, you twist open the lid, scooping some of it with two fingers.
“Bend down. And close your eyes.” Your words come out more demanding than you wanted it to.
“My... So bossy, sweetie. No magic words to sweeten the deal?” But Sylus doesn't even try to act like he's reluctant to do so.
Spreading the clay mask on his face, you take the time to admire his features. Tracing your fingers along his strong eyebrows, down the bump of his nose, over his prominent cupid's bow lips. For someone not blessed by the gods, he sure looks like one. Sylus is the kind of beauty that makes artists weep. One that you cannot capture within a still painting, a muse no one has the skill to recreate. So devastatingly beautiful, it aches.
“Are you applying a mask, or sculpting my face, kitten?” The deep timber of Sylus's voice breaks you out of your trance.
Looking away, you place a finger on his lips.
“Shush. It's a clay mask, you'll crack it.”
He hates when you do that. Looking away from him, avoiding his eyes— pulling away from him. Sylus doesn't understand where he went wrong. You were perfectly fine up until recently. The growing distance of your bond claws at him. Did he do something? He wants to know, needs you to tell him how he can mend whatever damage he made. He could not live shunned in your silence or knowing he hurt you in some way.
How tempting it is to give in. To want to surrender and melt in your lover's embrace. Yet still, you look away. It's something you have felt since the two of you first met, back when Sylus still gazed at you with disdain. You never understood it. Why you were consumed by the need to devour him. Something that, for some inexplicable reason, you knew bone-deep that this desire is something only he can fulfill.
Two fingers; pointer and thumb, take your chin. Sylus tilts your face toward him. An emotion you could not decipher simmering in his brilliant, scarlet eyes. His brows furrow, lips opening and closing again. He wants to ask you— the questions on the tip of his tongue ready to spill out. But he doesn't know if that will scare you away more. So he hesitates, wondering if understanding your recent behaviour is out of his reach.
“...Sy? Can I tell you something?” You ask, a little unsure. You aren't stupid, the tension is clear. You know he wants answers. And you won't let him live in doubt of your relationship.
Sylus's eyes widen a fraction. Only for a split second before masking with his usual suaveness. You want to talk, that's good.
“Of course, sweetie. What is it?”
Reaching out, you cradle the right side of his face, thumb just below his right eye. You don't miss the way he shudders, gaze following your touch. His lips tremble when you begin to stroke your thumb on his cheek. Such a sensitive man, always so attuned to your touch. Like your warmth is a hearth, like your hands are a shelter from the cold. One of his hands cup your own, making you linger on his face.
“Lately... When I look at your right eye, it feels like I want it. It's scary. I don't want to hurt you. But something in me gnaws desperately to take from you like it belongs to me.” There. The full, honest truth.
Sylus is stunned. He expected anything else. A problem with him, something to change— about himself or otherwise. Perhaps even you wanting to leave him. But no. Sweet, lovely you. What you were so worried about is a centuries-old desire of yours. A desire for him that you couldn't understand. Albeit, you don't know that, yet it still brings him relief. It seems you are the same soul he fell in love with ages ago, even if you will never remember it.
He leans closer, palms now cradling your face. “Have I not taught you to be greedy with me? If you simply wanted more of me, just say that.”
Although Sylus yearns to tell you what this truly means, he understands that you wouldn't believe him. And that's okay. He will wait however long he needs to until you come to terms with yourself or remember your past. Rest assured that you will never be alone in your journey. Sylus will help you clear the path, guide you along the way even if it may be deceitful of him. He just wants his beloved to come back home.
“Don't you understand that all I am is yours? There is nothing you could do to hurt me if I allowed it in the first place. Take whatever you want from me— take me. I am nothing if not yours to love, entirely, my beloved.”
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pokedawriter · 1 year ago
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Nymph!Reader x Sumeru!Men
- gn!reader
- Kaveh & Tighnari (I can do Alhaithem and Cyno later if people want)
- The Sumeru men stumble upon you... how to they react?
Idk what I'm doing man
Kaveh
He was scouting out a location one of his clients wanted, surveying the land to figure out what could go where and if a building was even possible
Of course, with his terrible luck, he slips and falls down a hill, bumping his head and falling unconscious
When he comes to, the most beautiful being he's ever seen is looking down at him, his head in your lap
As he gets up, he realizes you've tended to his cuts and bruises, putting a strange paste on the and then some leaves
You ask him a few questions on his health and he asks you where he is
After a bit of conversation, he realizes you are 1) a nymph and 2) will die if this grotto is destroyed
he'll go back to the city and have a hard time convincing his clients to move elsewhere, but he'll manage
He tries his best to visit you while also keeping you a secret, though his friends learn pretty quickly
Alhaithem learn anyways though because he sees Kaveh's notes on you
Tighnari learns because Kaveh asks him about how to take care of nymphs
Cyno learns when Kaveh asks him about protected areas of the forest and what qualify
They all follow him and meet you, much to Kaveh's annoyance and dismay
His friends help him make your grotto a protected area of the forest, preventing any future construction in it
Kaveh will try to visit you all the time, even after this
you're Kaveh's muse and he can't help but be enamored by your beauty. You inspire him and you're so kind and he hates leaving your side
You even make a little place for him in the roots of a huge tree
he brings you trinkets from the city and he can't help but smile when he sees your wonderment with the little toys
Perhaps he could live here instead of with Alhaithem
Tighnari
He was exploring a little further than usual when he found your grotto. How your little sanctuary has remained undiscovered for so long is genuinely a mystery to him
He tries to take a flower but you appear and bap his hand
Flora person? An aranara? No, you're too human looking to possibly be one
You don't attack him but you don't let him pick anything either
He comes back repeatly over the next few months to study you and you study him with equal intensity... he thinks?
While he writes notes on you, you draw him with different colored flowers and make little figurines of him out of wood
Eventually, one day you start speaking to him (which surprises him greatly, because he had been talking with you this entire time and you never responded, just gave him various head tilts and hand motions)
You can casually banter with each other and you teach him about the plants in your grotto
Coming to see you is his favorite part of the day and he eventually brings Cyno (with your permission). Cyno cracks his puns much to Tighnari's dismay
However, Tighnari likes the moment when you are alone together best
"I could study you forever. You're so beautiful and fascinating"
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shadowsndaisies · 9 months ago
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the hard deck: too observant to play dumb (pt 1)
wc: 1.7 k
synopsis: how the arrival at the hard deck went
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athena-verse master post
a/n: hey yall! so fun fact it has been 8 years since I started this blog, and as a little thank you, I have a 3 part update to the athena-verse, the whole thing comprises the hard deck scene from the beginning of the movie and will end basically where athena settles debts starts. as always I hope you enjoy, and let me know if you want to be added to the tags!
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You'd been standing with Jake and Javi when Nat finally walked in.
"Athena! I've been looking for you!" she shouts, pulling your attention away from the pool table you'd just set up with Javi.
"Oh shit, sorry 'Nix," you offer a half smile.
"Answer your god damn for when I call you," she groans, pointing menacingly at you.
"Yes, Ma'am," you mock salute before noticing the two men behind her. "Looks like you made new friends just fine though," you offer jokingly.
"Payback, Fanboy. Meet Athena, smoothest flier you'll ever see," Phoenix introduces, and you smile warmly at your friend before offering your hand to the two behind her.
"Nice to meet you fellas," you greet.
"High praise coming from Phoenix," Fanboy notes, shaking your head.
"Highest of the high, actually," Payback adds on.
"Yeah, well, there's almost no one I'd rather have on my wing than 'Nix," you compliment back. You were going to ask how they knew your friend, but someone else interrupted you before you could.
"Yo, are we playing or what?" you roll your eyes as you turn back to where Jake and Javi are standing and gesture to the three in front of you; you realize Jake is hunched over the table, lining up his next shot.
"I'm playing nice, Seresin. You should try it," you prod, and Javi manages a slight smirk at Jake.
Jake looks up and makes eye contact with you while landing a ball in a corner pocket, and you can't help but roll your eyes again, cocky bastard. When he straightens, he finally notices what has caught your attention. "Well, what do we have here? If it ain't Phoenix, and she found new friends," he smirks, walking around the table in your direction. "And here I thought we were special Coyote. Turns out the invite went out to anybody."
It's almost like a switch is flipped, you realize, watching as Jake now interacts with others. Cocky attitude inflating his ego in a way that was so Hangman but not necessarily Jake. Nat didn't believe you when you tried to explain that you saw past it, and that's why you were friends. She was confident in her reading, which fair, especially when he acted like this.
"Fellas this here is Bagman," she introduces, and you can already tell it's going to be a long detachment spent between your two friends, especially since they hate each other.
"Hangman," he corrects, tone slightly barbed.
"Whatever," Phoenix makes a face at him and rolls her eyes when she looks at you as if to say, C'mon Athena, don't you see what I'm talking about? "You're looking at the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill," she adds on, turning back to Jake.
Your eyes narrow at the compliment-like a statement; however, you don't trust it for a second.
Hangman smiles, "Stop," he muses as he settles down beside you, bumping your shoulder with his as he does, full of pride like a peacock strutting his feathers.
"Mind you, the other guy was in a museum piece from the Korean War," she clarifies, and you nod; you felt this was where she was taking it.
"Cold War," Coyote corrects, always one to back up his friends.
"Different wars, same century," Payback interjects.
"Not this one," Fanboy tacks on.
"Who're your friends?" Coyote asks, eyes dancing over the two on either side of Phoenix.
"Payback."
"Fanboy."
Both aviators introduce themselves with a simple nod, and you can't hide your smile of amusement. The testosterone was off the charts, and Nat was leading the bunch.
"Hey Coyote," she greets, eyes darting to Javi, and you fight the smirk at the look in her eye.
"Hey," he greets, dragging out the 'ey' a bit, and your eyes dart over to Jake just to find a knowing look already focused on you.
"Who's he?" Nat asks, nodding to the side.
"Who's who?" Coyote's brows had furrowed down, and then Nat turned to look at the quiet Aviator in glasses who'd been munching on peanuts while you played pool.
"When did you get in?" Coyote's voice floats over from behind you as you take a moment to observe your silent comrade.
"Oh, oh I've been here the whole time," he admits, and your brow quirks, and quickly you turn to look over at Jake.
"Man's a stealth pilot," you muse gently, and even Nat cracks a smile.
"Literally," Coyote nods.
"Weapons systems officer, actually," he corrects, and your lips twitch; he's adorable, you decide immediately.
"With no sense of humor," Jake huffs out.
You elbow him, and he gasps before standing and handing off the pool cue to Nat.
"What do they call you?" you ask, voice sweet.
"Bob," he answers, offering a hesitant smile in response to your wide one.
"No, your call sign," Payback clarifies.
He seems to hesitate, "uh.." he trails for a second, and you can read the nervous energy easily. "Bob," he repeats, and you frown a bit at the cautious undertones of his voice.
"Bob Floyd?" Nat asks. "You're my new backseater? From Leemore?" her tone had turned a bit incredulous. The smothered chortles from Payback and Fanboy were not nearly as covert as they seemed to think it was, based on the glares Nat was sending them.
"Looks like it, yeah," Bob confirms, and that nervous undertone is still there.
Nat pauses and looks at you. You tilt your head knowingly, and she nods, turning to the back seater.
"Nine ball, Bob. Rack 'em."
"Uh.. kay, yeah," he nods, standing and taking the pool cue outstretched in Natasha's hand.
You pat your friend's shoulder knowingly before turning to look for Jake. You spot him at the bar and start walking that way. You pause, though, when you see him talking to Penny, and then you realize who was on the other side of her and, most likely, who had just caused the bell to ring. Leave it to your dad to piss off the woman who loved him through his worst and best without even trying.
You're so focused on watching the interaction at the bar you miss it when he walks in.
"Bradshaw! That you?" Nat's voice rings out over the noise of the bar. It's only now starting to get busy, and you can't help the way your head snaps over to him.
You'd knew he'd be here. He said as much in his email, but being confronted by him and the past you avoided was something you decided then and there that you weren't ready for.
You're stuck, frozen, watching him interact with Phoenix.
"This is how I find out you're stateside?" she asks before lining up to take her next shot.
"Yeah I thought I'd surprise you," he responds with an easy camaraderie that you hadn't realized existed with the woman you considered to be one of your closest friends these days.
He's looking around the bar, not having spotted you yet, when Nat lets out a hum, taking her shot. Obviously, she lands another in the pocket; this was Phoenix we're talking about. She manages to hit Bradley in the gut with the end of the pool cue, forcing him to keel over a bit.
A petty and vindictive piece of you takes pleasure in that. But another piece, a little girl, she aches for the easygoing relationship and the best friend she once had.
"Guess I surprised you back," she smirks, facing Bradley.
He nods at her, "it's good to see you," he manages to huff out, slowly standing back up.
"It's good to see you too," she smiles, and he lays a gentle hand on her shoulder, and you have to turn back around.
You're counting your breaths again, focusing on what you can see, touch, hear, taste, and smell. You realize too late that Jake's analyzing you. He'd seen how you stiffened up and focused on the interaction, and he saw how you forced yourself to turn around, away from Bradley.
He grabs the beers Penny offers him and a glass of something else, says something to Penny, you think, and then turns back, walking toward you. He places the glass in your hand with a whispered "G&T."
"Thanks," you manage to spit out.
"Where's your head?" he asks, voice still low, and you know that right now, no one is paying attention to the two of you.
"A little too far off the ground," you admit; it wasn't worth the effort to lie to Jake; generally, he saw through it anyway.
You notice how his eyes dart past you, looking at Brad and Nat, but he doesn't ask you about it. Instead, he asks, "What do you need?"
"Time machine?" you ask, eyes finally meeting his straight on instead of jumping around like they had been. He was good at that, asking the right questions; probably a perk of learning how to piss everyone off is also knowing when to pull back.
"Fresh out, I'm afraid," the drawl in his Texan accent always appeared early in the morning and late at night, but also when he drank. Your favorite appearance was in the whispers when he talked low, and it just tended to bleed into every word; it made you think of Jake the football star, Jake the kid who grew up on a ranch, a version of the man before you, you never got to meet.
"Then I guess I'll have to just… manage," you muse sourly.
"You always tend to do better than just manage, 'Thena," he reminds you.
"I don't know about that, at least not this time," you admit.
"This got something to do with Bradshaw?"
"You're too observant to play dumb," is how you answer.
"What, is this a kiss and not tell situation?" There's a cloud in the green of Jake's eyes as he asks, and you're tempted to answer, but quite honestly, you weren't sure if there was a statute of limitations on don't kiss and tell, and you're not sure if your first kiss when you were 13 counts.
"No, it's a different kind of history," is what you actually say. "I'll be okay, you go on though, I just need a minute," you urge.
Jake hesitates, not at all sold on what you'd said, but slowly, he takes a step forward and then another until he's approaching the pool table again.
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tainted-liquor · 2 years ago
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'Make it Awkward...⋆。°✩
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E1610!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, n a lil bit of smiles! TWs: Awkward teen love like rlly rlly awkward W/C: 1.8k A/N: SZA Inspired fic ❤︎!! another cute lil req from my 100 special!
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You and Miles had developed a sturdy friendship in middle school, with you always being hyped up as the "art kid" in each of your classes. Initially, he was a little bit bitter because he didn't really understand what the hype was all about. He could draw, and he could do it just as good as you. Which, granted was indeed true, but your work felt like something out of a Van Gogh discography. Each and every one of your paintings and drawings almost looked like there was a filter over them, like something out of a flurry dream that evoked nostalgia and warmth in whoever seemed to view them. To say he was inspired by you was an understatement, he wanted to drown himself in everything that was your talent.
But as time passed and spiders bit, you two grew apart from each other on account of him semi-blowing you off for Gwen. You stopped hanging out slowly, he began to drop art and pick up a sudden interest in physics and inter-dimensional travel, and even got...meaner? The kind and innocent kid that once was Miles suddenly became jumpy and antsy. You thought that you two had something worth way more than any other friendship you had, but one day shit just shifted into complete, and total, awkward silence. But as time heals all wounds, you slowly began talking again at the top of this month, right before your summer came to its close.
Miles quietly hummed along to the steady bump of the music in his headphones, nodding to the rhythm as he began illustrating a head in his sketchbook. As 'Les' By Childish Gambino slowly fizzed out and the electronic chords of 'Awkward' By SZA became known, his sketch started to warp a little. He didn't necessarily remember how or when, but he noticed his sketch become a lot less androgynous and more familiar, with twinkling brown eyes and thick curly hair becoming more detailed with each pencil stroke. It took him a while to realize, but eventually, he had drawn...you. Down to the finest details as well, your smile lines and your perfectly sculpted Nubian nose.
What he hadn't anticipated was filling up the next 2 pages of his sketchbook with both your face and the signature crochet fingerless gloves you wore during the winter. What initially was just a warmup while waiting for you to arrive at his house turned into a full-blown drawing session with you as the muse. You weren't even there and he still had drawn you 100% accurately from memory. He sighed as his playlist continued to play out a steady stream of nothing but SZA, leaning back in his chair as he stared up at the ceiling before he heard a knock on his room door. "Ah-Come in!" he yelped as he quickly put away his sketchbook, swapping out the pencils and paint markers for paintbrushes and canvases.
You gently pushed open the door, showing Miles your painted tote bag full of art supplies, such as watercolors, charcoal, oil paints, three palettes, and various paintbrushes. "Hey, Miles! Sorry, it took me a lil bit...that fuckin' line in the art store was INSANE" you chirped as you slowly entered Miles's room and set down your bag. You placed your shoes in the corner of his room before walking over to sit on his bed. He pulled off his headphones, gently placing them on their stand before spinning around in his indigo desk chair. "That's fine! Don't even worry about it I know how full them stores get" he shrugs as he grabs his Bluetooth speaker from off his shelf, motioning for you to follow him as he stacks the canvases and art supplies in his hands.
"C'mon, there's not enough space in my room for two people to paint," he explains as he climbs the stairs up to his apartment roof. You followed closely behind him, setting up the art supplies as he fidgeted with his speaker. You lean back against the wall as you sit on the concrete roof, taking in the pretty sky as you sketch out some buildings and a landscape on your canvas. "So how's summer for you, huh? What's her name...Gwen was it? How'd things go over with her?" You ask as you begin to add minor details to your sketch. Truth be told it ate you up every single time he would mention her in your past conversations, with you having a small...thing for him that grew over time.
"Oh! Uh, Gwen...yeah. Things went south, we don't really talk anymore..." He shrugs as he rips the plastic off of a rather large canvas. You nodded slowly, indicating that you were hanging on to his every word as you cracked open a fresh bottle of paint thinner, pouring it into a small glass cup before coating your brush in the clear mineral spirit. You slather a couple of shades of deep blue, rusty orange, bright magenta, and off-white on your paint palette as you work to form that beautiful 'sunset gradient' on your canvas. He connects his phone to the small black speaker, his playlist resuming quietly in the background. "But how's your summer been?" he asks as he mirrors the process of sitting beside you and leaning against the wall.
"My summer's been fine actually. Nothing too eventful, no trips or nothing, just taking a couple...ahem...adventures!" You explain as you recall how you nearly got in trouble with the police for trespassing in various abandoned locations for funsies. Miles gives you a playful side-eye, looking you up and down. "You sound a lil sketchy...what did YOU do this summer?" he chuckled as he began sketching out some scenery and what looked like the early stages of a body on his canvas. "Shhhh, your dad's a cop" you giggled as you picked up a smaller brush, filling in the buildings and scenery in your painting. You both chuckled at the slight confession, looking ahead of you so you could get an accurate view of what you were currently painting.
You took a small glance at what Miles was currently sketching, getting a good look at the faceless humanoid figure sitting cross-legged, with an unidentified object that vaguely resembled a pencil in her hand as she drew on her...face? Eyeliner maybe? You hummed along to 'Supermodel' By SZA. You held up your canvas closer to Miles's canvas, analyzing the difference in art styles. Yours was much more realistic, and heavily influenced by the world around you with your unique play on your color palette. whereas Miles was more stylized and thought out, the colors remaining true to their actual hue.
"What do you think this needs more of?" you ask as you tilt your canvas towards Miles. He thought for a moment, tilting his head slightly so he could thoroughly analyze the painting. "More shine to the light sources maybe? Like a soft glow!" he beamed as he pointed towards the canvas with the opposite end of his paintbrush. You nod with your signature full smile, smile leans indicating your raw and unfiltered joy. Miles's eyes lingered on you for a couple of seconds before he madly swiped away at his canvas, seemingly blocking out more details with darker shades of watercolor.
You spent the next four hours, yes, four hours giggling like children as Miles sang along terribly to some of the songs on his playlist, starting a mini karaoke session on his roof with the both of you. It began to get cold and dark, so you decided you would pick up the canvases again after going inside to get something to eat. He grabbed his speaker and supplies, leaving his large canvas on the roof of his building before disappearing through the door to his apartment complex. You stuffed most of what you wanted to bring back down into your bag, before deciding to look over at Miles's painting. It looked exactly like you, but you were younger.
You remembered that damn scrunchie you had locked on your wrist, your favorite dark red satin scrunchie that went perfectly with your uniform. You shifted slightly to get a better angle of the canvas, watching as 8th grade you sprung to life in the form of doing your eyeliner on the bathroom sink. Miles had been there with you, watching as you painfully kneeled on the edge of the sink and leaned hazardously close to the mirror. You smiled softly to yourself as you noticed each beauty mark you had perfectly positioned on your face, from each scar to every minor indent in your smile. You chuckled quietly before swinging open the door and bolting down the stairs, straight to Miles's room.
And there he was, viciously fucking up a cup of noodles like someone would take it from him at any moment. "Damn, is it good? it ain't goin' nowhere now..." you joked with wide eyes as he gestured to an identical cup cooling off by his mini desk fan. You ate alongside him in silence, not really knowing what to say to each other. "I see you're still painting like in middle school...?" he states, referring to your distinct blurred style of painting. "Huh...Oh! Yeah, haha. I miss middle school kinda." You shrug as you sit the cup down on the side of his desk.
"Really? I always thought you thought I was a lil annoying back in middle school. I think you were my quietest friend ever" he joked as he finished his cup, dunking it in his trash can. "Huh? I literally thought you were the cutest thing ever! If I thought you were annoying I would've told you!" you stated with a small chuckle. Miles seemed to think for a moment, pausing as he processed the first half of your sentence. "Wait, you thought I was cute this whole time?" He asked with wide eyes. "Yeah! I was quiet cuz I didn't wanna fuck anything up! I think I had the fattest crush on you!" you laughed as you realized he thought that YOU thought he was annoying this whole time.
He gawked for a minute, his jaw slacked and eyes even wider than before. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" he semi-shouted as he began pacing around his room. You could only laugh, saying "We were like 10 and I didn't know if you would've liked me back." He looked at you as if you had 2 heads, going on some long rant about how he always thought you just weren't interested or thought he was annoying. You silently got up from his bed, walking over to him and stopping him entirely.
Miles looked at you with a rather confused and amused expression, probably still processing the fact that you openly admitted to liking him in middle school. But nothing in the world could have prepared him for the delicate kiss that you placed on his lips. He eagerly closed the space between the two of you, wrapping one arm around your waist almost by instinct. You pulled away from him after what felt like years, muttering a small "Who taught you that?"
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twilight-deviant · 16 days ago
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THOUGHTS ON EPISODE 8??? SO MUCH FISKMATT/FISKDEVIL CONTENT I WAS SHAKING!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨
Yeah, itwasgood. Hhhhnnnnnn. Also, hello new friend? 👀💕 And thank you for asking.
You KNOW I want to talk about THAT ENDING. But I'll say my thoughts in order so I don't miss anything. Haha.
The Invitation
I know people have been like "Ohhh, when Fisk finds out his therapist is Matt's girlfriend!" Hah, baby girl, he knew the whole time. I'm so unwell over how obsessed Fisk is with Matt, how they mutually cannot let each other go. He knows who Matt's dating. He knows where Matt lives. He knows Heather stays over. He knew Heather was there that morning.
Fisk and Matt are so creepy for each other. Never change.
Buck: "Morning, Mr. Murdock."
Why does just THAT excite me?! The entire exchange makes me wonder if Buck also knows Matt is Daredevil. If not, he's gotta be like, "Okay, Mr. Fisk has given me homework to know all about this random blind lawyer. Know him I shall. It's cold out. When do I get to stop sleeping in my car across the street from Murdock's apartment?"
Buck: "The mayor wanted me to deliver this to you personally. Along with his deepest admiration for your strength and courage in facing that madman, Muse. 'She is a municipal treasure.'"
I think that's a nice, taunting touch to have Buck pass on this sentiment because Fisk knew Matt would be there and knew he would hear it. "Yes, Matthew, I know you were also there being a brave little boy, but you broke our agreement and I know you did."
Matt: "Hold on a second. How did you or Mayor Fisk know she was staying here?"
Already mentioned Fisk is a creepy Matt Murdock stalker. But I do want to point to him saying 'Mayor Fisk.' It doesn't seem like something Matt would do, show him respect and use the proper title. Might have been because he was speaking to an audience that would expect it, but... eh. Also feels like Matt surrendering to the reality that Fisk won the election and is mayor. Which is actually a very different take to the comics where he's certain for so long that it was fraud.
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[Daredevil (2015) #595]
Writing for Heather in this whole scene is bad, but there's something in her siding with Fisk over Matt. It makes Matt seem like a crazy person. Like he's irrational when everyone else is on the same page.
Matt: "Besides, I wasn't invited."
+guest I know making Matt a plus one is supposed to be a little dig at him, somehow pretending he isn't important despite, ya know, all the stalking. But I can't help thinking about Fisk sending him a personal invitation. Mmmmmm. Of course, making him a plus one is like saying, "I didn't even invite you, but you can't help yourself, can you? You had to come."
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The Gala
Okay, I am... disappointed they didn't get a proper, private conversation between them. I feel a little robbed. Not just because it's something I want but also because the narrative needs it. They HAVE to have a discussion. (Please, oh episode 1x09, have Fisk come to Matt in the hospital.) I get tptb said they're limiting their interaction so it feels "explosive" when they are together (haha firearms), but no, they actually need to speak.
I do like Matt rushing in, bumping into so many people, in this desperate need to find Fisk. Listening to the room for him. They do this brief shot implying Vanessa sees Matt first. And idk there's a subtle Mona Lisa smile, like she's excited Matt showed. You know she expected him as much as Fisk. The way she asked Heather if she was alone and all. (Fisk/Vanessa playing cat-and-mouse with Matt is something so important to me actually.)
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And then Matt FINDS FISK! And Fisk SEES HIM! A straight tether of sight and sound connecting them across the great room. Matt does a nod to the side, indicating they take it elsewhere and have a private conversation. And then........ friggin Heather! I feel so c*ckblocked in this Chili's tonight. The way they take us to this climactic edge and then drop it, the teases. Matt turns to Heather. Fisk turns to his guests.
Not that Matt even pays attention to Heather. Fellas, is it gay if you're at an event with a gorgeous woman and all you care about is stalking another man across the room? Ladies, you will always come second to Wilson Fisk. I'm sorry. ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯
Matt to Heather: "I don't expect you to understand, but I need you to know, he sought you out to get to me."
While I know this is potentially true and the timeline does work, I also love that Matt has no idea of how long it's been going on. He is elevating his own worth to Fisk. Has been the whole episode. And while it is true that Fisk is obsessed with him, I think Matt also wants it to be true. I think I could ramble on and on and still not find the words. But the way BA has framed Matt's life, he lost all other important relationships to him, Foggy and Karen, all minor DD characters (except very minor Josie). Even though he hates Fisk, the strength in that relationship is the greatest thing Matt has left to cling to. It ties him to a past he longs for and prefers. One where he felt needed. (As even his legal life becomes increasingly meaningless.) I think the result of the overhaul from the original vision for BA made this a little abrupt (they might otherwise have built to it slower), but Matt very suddenly needs Fisk back in his life. He becomes acutely obsessed after barely acknowledging him since 1x01. He feels useless as Matt Murdock, attorney, but felt good as Daredevil, and Daredevil needs Kingpin. There is, of course, his sudden belief Fisk was responsible for Foggy's death, but he was spiraling even before that revelation.
Anyway! I love Matt like "Nah, I wanna make a scene today." And starts charging towards Fisk again to confront him. (And again, we get a shot of Vanessa all 👀) I like Cole starting to step in, and Fisk is
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He wants it as bad as Matt. And AGAIN they edge us and drop us! I actually wonder if this one was Vanessa running interference. The way she's suddenly at Fisk's side pulling him away for a dance. Fisk and Matt would have been banging in a coat closet if these women let them. Banging their fists of course. Why, what did you think?
And Matt is STILL like... "Nah, I'm dancing over there." Fellas, is it gay to use a woman as a prop to get closer to another man?
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Just Us Whispers
Fisk: "What were you looking for, Devil?"
(Calling him "Devil," hehe~)
I loved Fisk speaking during his dance in a somewhat hushed tone, knowing Matt can still hear and taunting him a little. That was so goooooooood. Like them having a secret in a room of 500 people. (✪ヮ✪)
Unfortunately, I also have to admit that including it feels like an oversight from writing. Yes, Fisk knows Matt is blind with something else giving him an advantage. To my knowledge, it was never established for his character that the "something" was the heightening of Matt's four other senses. (I say "to my knowledge" but I be knowin.) Fisk's lack of understanding what allows Matt to be Daredevil is a great little frustration I've enjoyed between them. I think about the beginning of episode 3x05, as he's watching the prison footage of Matt jumping around, Donovan reminding him Matt was blinded at 9, and he's soooo frustrated to not know how it's possible. And he never gets that answer. When Fisk is a character obsessed with knowing everything, it's been a great little tease Matt unknowingly had over him. (I know I've written in fics a couple times where Fisk is like, "Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me…" xD)
So I think Fisk whispering to Matt is going to be something I continue to freak out over and call beloved, but I don't know if I accept it as my canon. Because I have a better one. Where it's been years and he still doesn't know. LOL!
I do like Vanessa all, "I have something to tell you," and Fisk won't let her talk there. He knows Matt would hear.
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Rise My OT3
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ALL FOR ME!
As a Fisk/Vanessa/Matt OT3 shipper, knowing the three of them (and Heather) were at a dance was killing me! While I think Fisk and Matt dancing together would have been funny and also the most deliciously tense thing (excuse me, Matt admits he doesn't lead when dancing???), I'm also a realist and knew that was never going to happen. Hahaha.
But I was equally excited at the possibility of Matt/Vanessa dancing. I don't know if I mentioned it on my blog anywhere, but leading up to this episode, I was absolutely biting the furniture over the idea it could happen. AND LO! 🙌 I wanted Matt and Vanessa to dance, and I wanted them to have a conversation. And I got it, babeh! Sometimes, I get nice things!!!
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(I also would have accepted Vanessa/Heather dancing, but my true silent obsession is Vanessa/Elektra.)
Oh, and btw, we're just not going to talk about Vanessa wearing Daredevil's color? Really??? There's more gay symbolism than ya girl can shake a stick at.
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Your Boyfriend
Fisk: "Your boyfriend seems a little... overly exercised this evening." Heather: "At first, I was pissed off, but now, I'm worried. This isn't like him." Fisk: "You know, it's been said that keeping secrets can make us sick."
Fisk talks about Matt, so I want to give this moment a quick shout-out.
I am simultaneously reminded of S1 Fisk saying he would never lie to Vanessa (+S3 Fisk saying he would have no secrets from Vanessa +beginning of this episode where he reestablishes no secrets) and Fisk's words to Dex about Julie in S3: "If it were honest and true, no one could have destroyed it." (Even though that relationship was not romantic. Fisk possibly thought it was at the time.)
It feels one part Fisk mocking the relationship, that Matt/Heather isn't real because it's shallow, superficial, and dishonest. Nothing like what he has with Vanessa. Other part is him sticking his finger into this divide to tear it further. I'm reminded of the first Typhoid Mary arc in the comics where Fisk hires her to break Matt's heart.
I saw someone theorize that Heather could be Mary based on the curly hair, and while I'm not in love with the idea, it's an interesting concept to remember. (Not only should Mary exist in her own right, but doctor to manic woman would feel like a Harley Quinn ripoff. No, I want to start fresh with Mary, even separating from the Iron Fist version.) I know S3 did "Born Again" the comic arc, so I guess chronologically, by the comic timeline, a good next step would be Fisk hurting Matt by breaking his heart. I'd like to see something so deliberate but probably won't.
(I have no legitimate reason to include these panels. I just like reminding people they exist. 😈)
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[Daredevil (1964) #261]
Fisk: "Have you ever wondered why Mr. Murdock has a thing for vigilantes, Doctor?"
In the meantime, the idea of Fisk taking another relationship away from Matt, until he is the only person in Matt's life, mwah~! The fact he was seemingly seconds away from either revealing Matt's identity or leading Heather to the idea on her own is good. It's goooood.
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Bang Bang
And OF COURSE!!!
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Does this count as holding hands?
Hnnnngghhhh! The spoilers teasing me that this moment might exist did not make it ANY LESS amazing!
Look at the spotlight on them. 😍 Lowkey art?
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I 👏 am 👏 DYING 👏 inside! 👏
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I like the way Fisk instinctively just... caught Matt in his arms before the shot even hit. He hasn't had the time to process the sound of the gunshot yet. For all he knows, Matt was doing a surprise trust fall. lol!
Fisk/Matt but it's this meme I guess?
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Ahem, anyway...
Watching with my family, they were so confused. "WHY would Matt take a bullet for Fisk?!" And I have trouble explaining it to people who aren't down bad for this ship or at least their overall relationship. For their sake, I tried to say, "Oh, maybe he was protecting Heather." But when they played it back, no, Heather was not in the line of fire. The truth is undeniable.
This was Matt. risking his own life. saving Fisk.
I hesitate to say too much and get myself too excited. Soon as I do, 1x09 will come up and contradict everything I want to say. But screw it.
Does anyone remember the museum scene in Hannibal where Will says, "We're conjoined. I'm curious whether either of us can survive separation." Okay, keep remembering.
First, I gesture to what I said above, about Fisk being the last real relationship Matt has in his life. Second, I want to mention how Vincent and Charlie have repeatedly said that Fisk and Matt are "inseparable" and "need each other to exist." (I have a post here where I uploaded the audio of one such interview.) Matt knew where the gun was pointed. He knew where the bullet was going to land. He knew if he did nothing, Fisk would die.
I think a lot of DD fans will reach for the surface level explanation that Matt doesn't want anyone to die. (After all, we can look at the S3 finale and see how much Matt defended Fisk and Vanessa, even though he wanted to kill Fisk himself.)
But nah. Just this once, I think I, the crazy person, have the more accurate interpretation. I will obviously factor in that Matt had no time to think rationally. But that's the point, in a way. An immediate response is an honest response. He didn't weigh a life where he did nothing versus a reality where he did something. He didn't stop to consider another option. All he had time to think was, "Fisk is going to die. I can stop Fisk from dying."
So now I cash in on how I feel and how Vincent/Charlie have spoken. When Matt has nothing else in his life to give him meaning, Fisk IS his reason to exist. He needs Fisk and needs him alive. Matt undeniably does not want to be in a world where Fisk is dead and he loses that last person, his one link to a better past, the one person who gives him purpose. It's so toxic and codependent.
GAAAAH! Words can't do my thoughts justice! I just want to SCREAM, but that wouldn't get it across either!!!
Just listen when I say Matt has no idea Foggy is totally alive and in WitSec. He doesn't know Karen is coming back. In his mind it's just THIS! Only more of this. There's only Fisk. And if he lost that too, I don't doubt he would slip into a powerful depression. He is poised to give up on his law practice. He could potentially throw himself into being Daredevil (once the anti-vigilante mayor is gone), but it still wouldn't be enough. It'd be hollow gestures because there's no one left.
He needs Fisk so much. Enough to risk dying himself. Because maybe in that split second, maybe not, he thought a life without even Fisk wasn't worth it. So he risked it all to save that one thing.
PLEASE TELL ME if I even sort of explained what's in my head. OTL
ngl, I do think it's funny that I kinda REALLY got my wish list I was rambling about in this one post. (Kinda spoilery for S2, kinda not anymore. Maybe don't click. I give highlight here.)
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My power to manifest, it is so strong. I will use this for evil. o_o
I mean YEAH! I guess they really got my number. 🤣 I didn't foresee Fisk catching Matt but dropping him that last foot, but okay. lol. We'll call it the middleground of my fantasy versus realistic predictions.
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Admittedly, Fisk is also in shock. He and Vanessa still appear to be in shock in the next episode, judging by the shot from the trailer.
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Oh, I just noticed he's taken off his jacket, waistcoat, and tie here. Nice. That means Matt's blood must have really soaked through. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. In that case, they should have made him hold Matt longer. LONGER, I SAY!
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I would love to see Matt have a moment of dread where he confronts what made him save Fisk's life, but there's no way we're getting it. The man has no emotional introspection. Even if they tried to include something, I don't think they could make the audience understand in our limited time left. I'm curious what they'll have him say, if anything.
On the flipside, I would like just a moment where Fisk is unsure whether Matt is alive or dead. Look at aaaaaaaall I said above and realize that even though Fisk has Vanessa and is on top of the world, Vincent/Charlie say the feeling is mutual. Fisk can't suffer a world without Matt any more than Matt can suffer without him. Please just give me some brief show of relief when he's told Matt's alive. (Even though it seems he will be sending the task force to Matt's apartment. Reasons unknown.) But also someone write an AU fic where Matt dies and Fisk has to live with it! Not only suffering in the loss of a person who gives him meaning but never understanding why Matt did it! I'll write it myself if I have to!!!
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Okay, I think I've gone on long enough. But you asked, so I answered. My feelings for this episode were never going to be brief. I've been bottling up my FiskMatt feelings since their last interaction in the premiere. 😂😐
No, but really, thank you for asking. I was undoubtedly going to say all this anyway, but I like someone asking. Makes me feel there's interest in what I have to say, which is a very validating feeling for this very niche ship. (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
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princess-of-the-corner · 9 months ago
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Sorry but "Not mean just rude" AU musing regarding Lady Wfi:
When Nino rounded the corner, he was surprised to bump into Adrien who seemed just as surprised to bump into him. Evidently they'd both been stomping in a state.
It was Adrien who recovered first though, normally placid expression marred by real anger.
"Nino, what is this I ear about your & Alya breaking into Chloe's locker?"
"Dude, you're seriously mad about that!? Chloe got Alya suspended over it!"
Surprisingly, Adrien just folded his arms, expression unchanged, "I'm amazed she didn't push for expulsion."
"Are you playing me right now man?" He'd thought Adrien was cool, much cooler than this!
"Why wouldn't she?" Before Nino could speak, Adrien let out a deep, pained breath, "Look, Nino. Dude. Chloe & I have been having reporters, strangers, co-workers and 'friends' doing everything from breaking into our homes, going through our trash, selling literally 'anything' we might have once worn online and even try to plant things just to make a story. So like..."
Nino only realized now that Adrien didn't have his arms folded, he was hugging himself, and doing so tighter.
"So yeah, I'm not at all angry with Chloe for snapping when two of her classmates, one of whom is a reporter broke into her locker. Or that the principle just told her to get over it. Why shouldn't we be mad?"
Nino had, had something to say, none exactly a bullet pointed list, but a strong general vibe and through line about horrible behavior and how much it hurt others.
Unfortunately, even as he opened his mouth, a single digit raised as if to begin counting off he found no sounds coming out.
He tried again, Adrien's eyebrow arching up as he watched Nino try & fail to form words.
"You... Yeah I guess its fair you're upset man."
"And Chloe, I'm just angry on her behalf, she's the one who's got reason to be upset."
"She didn't seem upset-" Nino cut himself off as Adrien started hugging himself again and looking ready to run. "But hey, what do I know? We don't talk."
"We all get upset differently, Chloe... She can't explain things to you like I just did, or barely can and I... I'm not good at being angry, Chloe usually did that for both of us. Its always been like that, we look out for each other."
Anger tabled for the moment, Nino was, honestly stumbling around in the dark, this was the most Adrien had ever said about himself that seemed so... Vulnerable.
Well, on purpose at least. The boy did not realize just how messed up some of the stuff he thought was normal was, and this only drove the point further home.
Shrugging, Nino floated a thought the blonde's way, "Chloe's not a famous model, did she really get as much attention as you?"
"Her dads in politics and she's around celebrities all the time, and actually had a public profile. Plus, she did model with me for a year or so, but then her baby fat came off at twelve so she had to stop."
"Stop?" Nino was pretty sure most models wanted to be skinny right?
Adrien shrugged, "Dad said she was too razor edged and gaunt to appeal to anyone and her mother said she looked like a shrew and should stop wasting pixels. So yeah, she stopped."
Adrien said that with the same banal tone he always delivered these little nuggets or negging nightmares with.
It left Nino with little more to add than an, "I... See..."
'What the hell is wrong with these people?' It certainly put some things in a slightly different light. Slightly.
"So, I did my part, why am I meant to be upset for Alya & not angry at you both?" Adrien asked, this time his tone was more searching and genuinely flummoxed.
"You're asking?"
"I am, we're friends, and I want to give you the benefit of the doubt, and its like I said. Chloe's the fighter, I'm the chatty one," he said with a slightly forced smirk.
YEAH GET THEIR ASSES.
Like I love Alya and Nino but GOD they were in the wrong this episode.
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ooo-yeah-baby · 2 years ago
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Yandere Jonathan Byers x Reader
I only write sfw, feel free to send asks, stalking, obsession, usual yandere stuff, the internet is lacking in love for him, I did not proof read.
"She's so beautiful." He thought, holding your crumpled picture above his head as he lay in his bed. 
Since the moment he met you he had been enamored. The way your shoulder felt as it brushed against his in the hall was ingrained in his head. 
"Oh! I'm sorry!" You had chirped reaching down to pick up the books the two of you had dropped from the small collision. At first he thought maybe you had done it on purpose but who would drop their own things just to make fun of someone else? 
"I'm really sorry!" You handed him back his papers, accidentally leaving one of yours somewhere in the stack. "I'm a complete space cadet today." You made some sort of motion, gesturing to your head. 
He was pretty much awe struck from that moment on. 
He never would have figured out your name if it weren't for that one finicky page. "Y/N L/N" written in neat, chicken scratch hand writing. He thought he should return it to you but couldn't find the courage to talk to you nor had he had the will to give it up for some reason. 
Conveniently you went to him looking for the paper. 
"Hey!" You yelled down the hall as you spotted him. "You!" You pointed at him. Confused, he pointed back at himself to assure the situation. "Yes! You! I've been looking for you." You huffed as you reached him. "Did one of my pages get scrambled into yours the other day?" He was kinda quiet, shocked that you were asking, it seemed. "From when we bumped into each other? A few days ago?" 
"Oh- uh- yeah." He sputtered. "I don't think I saw anything but if I do I will definitely tell you." He fibbed, clutching the straps on his bag a little tighter than before. 
"Really?" You groaned. "I guess I'll have to ask for an extra copy. Thank you, mm- I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name?" 
He felt this kind of jittery excitement. 
"Jonathan." A smile crept up his lips and his hands relaxed. 
"I'll remember that." You held your hand out. "My name is Y/N." 
Such a small interaction, really. But for someone like Jonathan, who barely talks to anyone who isn't related to him or friends with his brother, it was like a light at the end of a lonely tunnel. Like a sugar rush. He wanted to talk to you more. He wanted to be near you more. He wanted you. 
But how could someone like him just walk up and start talking to you? How could someone like him even think these things about someone like you? 
Somehow though, you kept approaching him. You had plenty of friends. Was it pitty? Or did you maybe actually enjoy his company? Either way he was basking in the utter joy of your presence whenever youd find your way into his vicinity; or when he'd find his way into yours. 
But eventually just seeing you in school wasn't enough. He needed to see you constantly. He needed to see you when he woukd wake up and see you when he went to sleep. 
So, of course, he used his camera to capture your image. Sneaking shots of you while you were unaware of him, at school, walking home, at home, etc. 
His room was filled with shots. He had to be extra careful when printing so not to be caught by one of your friends. The centerpiece of his crazy, scattered photos was your missing paper, the name began going fuzzy from his fingers tracing the name. He tried to think of any excuse to tell others and himself that would maybe justify his strange, obsessive stalking but even he couldn't rationalize it. 
Eventually he began to accept that this was just normal to him. He was a photographer, how could he not take photos of someone as beautiful and perfect as you? You were his muse. His. 
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mowiwow · 1 year ago
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intertwined starlight (modern alkaid)
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“Ta-dah!”
You feel a little silly with your arms spread out while doing the good old jazz hands motion. Still, Alkaid doesn't miss a beat and applauds you enthusiastically.
You turn your gaze to the mirror, holding a reflection of both you and Alkaid. Little star and comet-shaped hair clips decorate Alkaid's hair, scattered about in an artistic chaos. You're in no better condition, with similarly themed hair clips in your own hair.
"We look silly, don't we?" you muse, laughing a little at how absurd the two of you look in the mirror.
"I think we look great," Alkaid replies sincerely with a bright smile. "These hairclips you made look amazing."
"Yours look great too, Alkaid. They're so detailed," you hum, reaching up to lightly touch one of the many hair clips in your hair. It shimmers and gleams under the warm, golden glow of the ceiling light above. "You really have an eye for detail."
"I like your designs more," he says, turning around slightly so he could look at you directly. "Your style of making things is my favourite."
"Happy to please!" you grin, leaning over to press a light kiss to the forehead of the seated Alkaid. "Oh, also! Hold on, stay there, let me just..."
A few steps across the room and a flick of a switch later, the room is quickly plunged into darkness. You hear your name being called out amidst the darkness, confusion clear in Alkaid’s voice.
“What…”
His question dies on his lips as his attention is caught by brightly shining lights in the mirror. Alkaid’s reflection is illuminated by countless stars of different colours, all coming together to form a little galaxy of his own. Giddily, you make your way over back to Alkaid, happy that the hair clips have worked as intended.
“I made the clips so that they would glow in the dark!”
Pausing, you remember a list you once sent Alkaid— one full of cheesy pickup lines.
“...Because you light up my world," you add.
Alkaid blinks owlishly at your reflection for a few moments before laughing softly. His eyes crinkle happily as he turns around to face you.
“May you come closer?” he asks.
“Of course,” you reply in a heartbeat.
As you lean towards him, curious, you watch as he unclips one of the many star-shaped hair clips from his hair. His fingers gently graze the side of your face as he pins the hair clip to your hair.
“There we go,” he murmurs. “My lovely little star. Though there’s nothing in this world that can compare to your brilliance, this will have to do for the time being.”
From the corner of your eyes, you catch sight of your reflection standing along with Alkaid’s. Two stars standing close to each other, basking in each other’s light.
You stare at him, flabbergasted, for a few moments before you laugh in defeat with warmed cheeks. “You sap,” you reply affectionately, leaning over to lightly bump your forehead against his. “It’s your birthday today, this is supposed to be about you, not me.”
“Is it?” he says with a hint of mischief. “What if I want to make it about you, though?”
His hand finds yours in the dark, fingers shyly brushing up against yours. With a grin, you securely intertwine your fingers with his.
“I’ll turn it around, then. I can talk about you all day.”
“Is that a challenge?” he asks cheekily.
“You’re on,” you laugh, squeezing his hand lightly.
The two of you lapse into a momentary silence, taking the time to listen to each other’s steady breathing.
“Happy birthday, Alkaid,” you whisper. “I’m glad I met you on that mountain that day.”
Alkaid hums quietly, his hold on your hand tightening ever so slightly. “Me too,” he replies quietly.
It takes a few moments for him to break the silence that follows. Alkaid’s voice is almost fragile yet resolute as he says sincerely—
“Thank you for finding me, my lovely star.”
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captainsophiestark · 10 months ago
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Popcorn
Wedge Antilles x Reader
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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)
Fandom: Star Wars
Summary: Wedge and his SO have a happy, calm relationship, and watching their dysfunctional friends on the Hoth base has become an entertaining passtime for them.
Word Count: 1,129
Category: Fluff, Humor
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"You are the most ridiculous, selfish, laser-brained man I've ever had the displeasure of meeting in my entire life!"
"Oh yeah, keep talking Princess! And go ahead and conveniently leave out the time you screamed my name at the top of your lungs when you thought that wampa was gonna get me! I know you care, even if you refuse to admit it!"
"Just because I didn't want someone carrying important informaiton for the Rebellion to get eaten by a wampa doesn't mean-"
I tore my eyes away from the argument unfolding before me when my hand bumped against Wedge's. I fixed him with a look, and he quickly pulled his hand back with a laugh and a smile. I shot him a wink, then pulled out the handful of popcorn that I'd been going for. He grabbed one of his own right after as I leaned further into his side.
We'd both been taking a spare few moments to grab lunch when Han and Leia, two of our good friends, had come storming into the caf arguing up a storm without paying anyone but each other even a hint of attention. It had become a regular enough occurrence since Han joined the Rebellion and we'd moved into our Hoth base that people basically didn't even notice anymore. In the early days, Wedge and I would try to intervene or mediate, but we'd long since given that up.
Now we'd officially reached a new level. We were currently kicked back together, his arm around my shoulder and a bowl of popcorn in my lap, as we watched our friends bicker.
"Which one of them is going to admit feelings first, do you think?" Wedge mused, muttering in my ear low enough that nobody else could hear it. I hummed, pausing to think about my answer while I chewed on another handful of popcorn.
"Well, I don't think it's going to be Leia. She's way too stubborn to let him win like that, I think."
"So you think it's gonna be Han?"
"Yeah, but I don't think he'll do it very gracefully."
Wedge nodded beside me and took another handful of popcorn.
"That would make sense."
I snorted, leaning into him a little more as I turned my attention back to our friends. They were still in the middle of their shouting match, and didn't seem to be slowing down any time soon. It was honestly a little impressive how long they could go at full volume, hand gestures included, without losing energy.
At first, it had been kind of a problem on base. People had to take long detours to avoid getting in the middle of spats between two high-ranking Rebellion members, which was time consuming and incredibly awkward when someone was forced to turn around mid-hallway to avoid Leia and Han. But then it got old, and we all got tired of trying to give them space and privacy. And they clearly didn't care too much about keeping things private, since they usually didn't pause their arguments, even when Rebellion members walked straight through the middle of the two of them.
"Hey Wedge?" I mused, my eyes still on Han and Leia even as I addressed my boyfriend.
"Yeah?"
"Have I told you lately how much I appreciate you?"
He'd been mid-grab on another handful of popcorn, but he stopped short at my words, dropping his hand and leaning away from me enough that he could look at me, one eyebrow raised.
"Why?"
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Moments like these just... make me grateful. That we're both mature enough to talk to each other about our feelings, and that we're the couple cuddling together in the cafeteria eating popcorn and not the couple screaming at each other in the hallway."
Wedge chuckled, pulling me tightly back into his side again and rubbing a hand up and down against my arm.
"I'm grateful for that, too. And I'm sure the rest of the Rebellion agrees with us. I don't know if we could handle more than one pair of constant arguers."
"I know I definitely couldn't." Wedge huffed another laugh, and I grinned at the sound. Han and Leia seemed to be winding down now, which meant Wedge and I would need to move shortly if we wanted to avoid getting shouted at by one or both of them for using them as our entertainment.
"So... any chance you have a Rebellion task to do that I could help you with?" I asked, turning to face him more fully. "I technically have some things to do for Rieekan, and a few others for Ematt, but I'd rather hang out with you if you can give me an excuse."
"I actually could use an extra hand working on my X-Wing. I've got some repairs to finish, and I could probably handle them myself, but an extra set of hands and eyes would definitely make things easier, too. And I want you to hang out with me, since I can give you an excuse."
"Perfect," I said, shifting forward to sit up more fully and getting ready to head to the hangar. "Looks like we've got a plan, and just in time, since Han and Leia seem to finally be wrapping it up."
"You're right, they are. Better hide the popcorn."
I laughed, helping Wedge as we stood together and he slid the (now mostly empty) bowl of popcorn behind his back. We headed for the edge of the cafeteria just as Han and Leia fully broke apart and went their separate ways. I shifted a little closer to Wedge to make sure no one noticed the popcorn bowl as Leia passed us with a curt nod.
Once we'd safely disposed of the evidence by putting the popcorn bowl with the rest of the dishes, we headed out of the caf together, Wedge's arm wrapped around my shoulders and both of us grinning.
"Now, look at how mature we were there," he said, playing up the pride in his voice. "We worked together like a well-oiled machine to get away with something, right after admitting to each other we wanted a reason to hang out for the rest of the day, rather than coming up with arguments as an excuse to be in each other's space."
"Oh absolutely. We're the model of a good couple."
Wedge and I shared a look, then both started laughing together as we wound through the hallways of the base. I felt more comfortable with him than with anyone else in the world, and I never let myself forget how lucky I'd been to find him.
It always just hit home a little harder after observing our friends interacting with each other for more than a few minutes at a time.
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Everything Taglist: @rosecentury @kmc1989 @space-helen
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ghost-type-appreciator · 1 year ago
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[A video is attached]
[Warning for a Sibling Fight, everything turns out okay though :)]
[Watch it?]
It's a view of the forest, Seraphina is practicing moves, both pokemon and martial, and fuecoco is cheering her on. She seems rather focused- until a twig snaps. And her head snaps in the direction of the sound.
"Who goes there?" She calls, readying her fiery blades.
Out of the brush comes Agni, and Seraphina's face lights up, "Agni!" The blades go out as she walks towards her sister- but the look on Agni's face makes her stop.
"...Agni?"
"We need to talk, Phi."
The two stare at each other for a moment, neither wanting to speak first, but Seraphina breaks the silence.
"I'm not going back with you."
"You have to. Mother and father will-"
"I don't have to do anything! I'm my own person-" Seraphina puts a hand to her chest.
"How can you be your own person when you haven't even stepped out of the castle in 7 years, Phi!"
"And who's fault is that!" Seraphina shouts, the clearing falls silent.
After a few moments, Agni raises her fists. "...Fine. then we'll do this the hard way."
[Seraphina used PROTECT!]
[Agni used FLAME CHARGE!]
Agni slams into the hexagonal shield Seraphina throws in front of her, flames dispersing. Agni's eyes widen once she realizes what exactly happened.
"Where did you-" she doesn't have time to muse any further as Seraphina raises a hand wreathed in dark claws, eyes glowing.
"I am DONE being your punching bag!" She shouts, bringing down the claws.
[Seraphina used SHADOW CLAW]
The claws hit Agni and send her to the ground, she looks incredibly worse for wear from the single hit.
[It's super effective!]
"haah-" Agni lets out a breath, shaking and coughing.
[Agni fainted!]
the glow leaves Seraphina's eyes and her face twists from rage, to confusion, to fear she gasps.
"A-agni..." Seraphina drops to the ground, and pulls Agni into her lap.
"n-nice hit, sis." Agni smiles.
"I-Im sorry I don't know what came over me I'm- I'm so sorry."
"Eh it's alright. You won this time. Nice one." She holds a shaky fist up.
Seraphina lets out a soft breath of relief, and smiles, returning the first bump.
"sure. Good talk, sis."
Agni grins, "Good talk."
[Video ends]
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cantillat-moved · 2 years ago
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I've see people reblogging positivity memes a lot and I would like to say a few things. For starters I'd like to preface with:
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I try my best to keep up with the drafts and post as much memes as possible and try to interact with people but I'm not fast and I'm always second-guessing myself. I don't want to assume things about a mun or a muse and make them upset, this is why I make starter calls once in a blue moon.
But I do want to interact with every single one of you.
I see so many talented people on my dash, so many creative people with their muses and a lot to explore. I know sometimes people get insecure bout their muses, specially if there are duplicates, but let me tell you this: every one of you have something that only you can provide. You don't need to have fancy writing or pretty graphics, the most important part of everything is the creativity and the passion that each one of you has. "Oh but I'm not creative enough" or "I'm not cool enough" or anything ? You are enough. We are taught to always compare ourselves to others but the truth is that you'll never be like the next person, you are you. Some aspects you can only improve by practicing and even so it is secondary as long you are having fun.
I love hanging out with my friends even out of character. I could yell at everyone how I love reading the lores, the head canons, to see people interacting with each other. The kind and patient @electricea (and our cursed videos), the inspiring @more-than-a-princess and our old ladies chill time, how @moonlightmagus is always willing to indulge me in shenanigans, @lyriccl and her versatility and creativity, @goreburdened and her cool ideas and so on. A big shoutout to @puckish-rogue amazing (and funny) worldbuilding and @pulseofthestars for always being there. There are so many people I'm looking forward interacting even more like @chibitantei , @fakcr , @sentofight and @quickdeaths . I could spend a very long time just talking about how your presence in my dash brings a smile to my face every time.
I know it is easy to feel discouraged, to want to feel appreciated. I'd like to thank all of you for your patience and for sticking around and to let you know that I think you are cool. I might be very bad at being in touch but ya'll are cool. Please remember to be kind to yourself, sometimes we tend to be harsher to ourselves than we are towards others. Treat yourself whenever you can, ok ?
I'd send each of you a virtual hug but I know some people aren't huggers so have a virtual fist bump.
Enjoy yourself. Have fun.
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countlessrealities · 1 year ago
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Send a ‘👄 + name’ and my muse will talk about that character || Accepting !
@drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais sent: 👄 + Dr. Chandra (for C-137 Rick)
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Rick rolls his eyes a little at the question. Damn, of all the people they could have asked about, they really had to pick that guy. In all fairness, he doesn't think that Chandra is that bad, but they have some irritating differences of opinion he can't let go.
To hell with whoever might try to argue that the real problem is how petty Rick himself is. They can say whatever they want, the only opinion that matters to him is his own in any case.
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"T-The guy is fuckin' annoying. T-The first time we bumped into each other, h-he spent the whole trip whining an-and judging what I do and think," Rick starts, making a show of rolling his eyes. "I-I mean, shit, am I supposed t-to believe that one has travelled around the multiverse an-and never get into the kind of messes I did?"
There's to be said that, quite often, he goes to look for said trouble, but that's not important now. He's trying to make a point there.
"S-So, either he's the luckiest fucker around or-or he's too pussy to do some real exploring. An-And I don't give a damn i-if he disagrees on what I-I label as that."
There's a pause as Rick takes a couple of swings from his flask.
"...I-I'll give him that he knows his shit," he adds after a moment, with a touch of reluctance in his voice. "H-He's not as smart as me, b-but duh, no one is, but...eh, h-he has enough smarts to manage. An-And I guess he's useful."
High praise coming from the self-declared smartest man in the multiverse.
"B-Besides, I'm curious to see this Sanctuary of his. D-Don't tell him I said that, b-but it sounds kinda cool. An-And that android he mentioned? S-Seems like my kind of guy, s-so I gotta pay them a visit."
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detailtilted · 4 months ago
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I don't know any definite answers. I am absolutely and definitely not an expert on anything whatsoever to do with filming a TV show, but this is something I've mused about a lot when watching different TV shows. I’ve always felt like characters stand unnaturally close to each other. Not just in Supernatural, but in most shows I've watched.
One fact I think I do know is that their positions are planned out ahead of time (when they "block the scene") and there are tape "marks" placed on the floor that they're expected to hit as they move throughout each scene. The way I understand it, the camera focus is set up in advance with the expectation that the actors will hit their marks. If they don't hit them, the shot won't come out well. You can see a humorous example of Dean trying to hit Jensen's mark in 6.15 The French Mistake. So I think that in itself does tell us that actors' positioning is usually dictated by the production crew rather than by the actors' own choices. The way the actors look at each other is another story, though!
So why do they make them stand so close? My guess is that it's more about keeping the characters in the frame together. I think that was definitely the reason it was done in the older TV shows where the aspect ratio had less width to work with. In the case of SPN and other more recent shows, I'm not as sure. I know nothing about videography, but maybe they need to be closer to each other to help the camera focus on them equally? Plus maybe they just want the background to show clearly behind them so viewers can see the atmosphere they've put so much effort into creating -- finding the perfect location and/or dressing the set nicely. Plus the background helps us remember where they're at, and we might see monsters sneaking up behind them, etc.
Maybe it’s also done to send a clear message of intimacy (whether platonic or otherwise) to the audience? After all these years of seeing characters stand so close to each other, it might feel weird to us if we suddenly saw characters keeping a normal distance from each other.
I remember watching an episode of Stargate SG-1 where the characters were sitting around the ever-present conference table to discuss the latest dilemma. Hammond was on the short end at the head of the table. Carter was around the corner of the table to his right. O’Neill was in the next chair over to Carter's right. In shots that showed just Carter and O’Neill, she would be sitting excessively close to O’Neill, with their elbows practically bumping on the table even though it was a big table and there was no clear reason for them to be crowding each other like that. Then when they cut to a shot showing Carter and Hammond, she was suddenly nowhere near O’Neill, no sign of his elbow anywhere next to hers, but instead she was practically around the corner up next to Hammond.
I think they were just trying to keep whichever characters were in the shot centered together in the frame, but they kept cutting between the two pairs of characters depending on who was talking and it looked like Carter was just bouncing back and forth between them. 🤣 It’s been several years since I last watched it, so I may be misremembering some of the details, but it made an impression and once I noticed it I couldn’t stop. I’m sure that kind of thing happened a lot, but I remember noticing it that time because I shipped Carter & O’Neill so I always noticed how close they were to each other. When the distance kept changing, it was impossible for me to miss.
do we actually know if the Sam and Dean standing so close tigether was a conscious decision on the part of the actors or someone in production, or if it's just due to Jared and Jensen's natural gravitation towards one another?
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analudsilva · 2 years ago
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OPEN / CLOSED ╎ @dominicdavis​​ location  —  anywhere
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   —   one thing she was grateful for was coffee. a little piece of heaven to battle the tiredness after sleeping somewhere under four hours. and probably why she managed to collide with someone adding a second thing to be grateful for - lids. “i was lost in my head,” she was going to give the person a small smile and an apology, but when she realized who it was her face fell and the apology was forgotten. “of course it’s going to be you. the universe just wants this day to be shit.”
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whiskeyncoke-redux · 2 years ago
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I’ve always thought it would be fun to be a seat-filler at award shows, and now I can’t stop thinking about sitting next to a flirty Pedro Pascal.. (especially since they say you aren’t supposed to talk to the actors!)
The idea of him introducing himself (as if he isn’t a famous actor), sharing candy he snuck in with you or trying to make you laugh while on air and having to shoo away the award show employees that try to intervene. Him just being smitten with reader the whole night.. okay, I’d *love* to hear your take if it interests you!
Hi Nonny dearest, sorry it took me so long to respond, I just had to get my thoughts together because I LOVED this idea so much!! So here we go, hope you like it.
The Seat Filler
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Pedro Pascal x Reader
A/N: here's another one, hope you all like it. No hateful comments please. Again I gotta shout out @ziggyrocket for the support ❤️. It's 6:32 in the morning, apparently I don't sleep like a normal person, I'm on my second cup of coffee, so any typos or whatever are my bad... and Maxwell house coffee's.
Warnings: none (well, corny jokes I guess)
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You had signed up for this gig half on a dare and half out of curiosity. Being a new sign-up, you hadn’t expected to be called in right away, but yet, here you were, in a borrowed gown, in a theater mixed with some of the biggest stars and regular people just like you: seat fillers. 
You remembered the main rules the director told you: 1) look like you’re enjoying yourself, always smile and 2) most importantly DO NOT talk to the actors, meaning the actual celebrities. You nodded and murmured your understanding along with everyone else who was there to work as fillers, not really thinking anything of it. What celebrity would want to talk to me anyway? You mused as you took your seat.
You looked around the theater, excitement flooding through you at the idea of being in such a place surrounded by people you had admired from afar, in magazines, and online. You took a deep breath to steady yourself; you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. You glanced at the empty seat next to you on your left and wondered who’d be in it.  On your right was another filler and on their right was another empty seat.
The filler next to you leaned over slightly and whispered, “Who do you think they’re gonna put next to us?”
You shrugged. “No idea, hope it’s someone good.”
He nodded in agreement, then a look came over his face as he glanced over your shoulder.  You turned your head to look and you blinked hard as you recognized the man coming towards you, and taking the vacant seat next to you. While the man next to you was busy getting settled,  you glanced back over at your fellow seat filler, whose jaw had semi-dropped. You both exchanged excited looks, then you nudged him lightly with your elbow and he shook himself, cleared his throat lightly and sat up. You both faced forward, determined to be on your best behavior. 
Unfortunately for you, your newest seat mate had different ideas. Pedro knew the whole deal with seat fillers and how they were told not to speak to anyone. But he felt a mischievous streak go through him when he saw you glance at him briefly. 
“Hi,” he said, taking his seat. “I’m Pedro Pascal.”
“Hi,” you said back, nervously glancing around to make sure that no one saw you speaking to him. 
The two of you smiled at each other, before you turned back to face the front. He took a few seconds to study your profile as you sat there, determinedly facing the front, sitting as still as a statue. 
He glanced down and saw that your elbow was resting on the shared arm rest. With a small smirk, he placed his on the arm rest too, bumping yours. 
You looked over at him, smiled awkwardly and whispered a hurried, “Sorry,” before moving your arm and facing forward again.
After a few minutes, you placed your elbow back on the arm rest, and, noticing that, Pedro, bumped your elbow again with his. You moved your arm again. And then a few more minutes later, you placed it back again, only for him to bump you again. After the fourth time this happened, you looked over at him with a slightly raised eyebrow and he just smiled innocently at you.
A few minutes later you felt him shift next to you, you looked over and saw him pulling out a bag of Skittles. You tried to hide your smile, but he noticed and nudged you slightly and offered you some. You looked around, making sure that there was no one watching, and then you held open your palm and he shook some of the candies into it.
“Thanks,” you whispered and popped a few into your mouth. 
A little over an hour into the show, you could feel him getting restless next to you. You figured the sugar had gotten to him. After the Skittles, he had pulled out a candy bar, broke it in half and shared it with you. He fidgeted in his seat, tapping his fingers on his knee and the seat. You tried to ignore it, but you had to admit it was more than a little distracting.
“Are you okay?” you whispered hurriedly to him.
He turned to you and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Are you though?” you asked, gesturing to his jiggling knee.
He smiled. “Yeah.” But his knee kept jiggling, you had to suppress a laugh at that. 
He noticed you struggling to keep a straight face, and decided to aim the restless energy he had at you. He was going to make you laugh, really laugh, by the end of the show. His mind was made up.
He thought for a moment and then he leaned over to you, “Psst, hey.”
“Yeah?” you answered looking straight ahead.
“I have a question.”
“Mmhmm?”
“Why did the bicycle fall over?”
You were confused. “I’m sorry?”
“I said: why did the bicycle fall over?”
“Uhh, I don’t know. Why?”
“Because it was two tired.”
You turned to look at him after that, he laughed at the look on your face.
“That was corny,” you said, shaking your head, but pursing your lips to keep from laughing.
“Oh, that reminds me of another one,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye. He looked around,  cleared his throat, and then asked, “What does corn say when it gets a compliment?”
You shook your head and shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to say anything but wanting to hear the punchline, you turned to him.
Barely able to suppress his giggles, he answered,”Aw, shucks!”
You put your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the laugh you felt escaping your lips.
“Okay, one more,” he announced. 
“Oh, lord,” you groaned.
“It’s a good one, I promise.”
You waved your hand slightly for him to go ahead, knowing he would anyway.
“Okay, why are pirates called pirates?”
You bit your lip trying not to laugh. “I don’t know why?”
He leaned closer. “They just arrrr!” he whispered the last word in a bad pirate accent. 
You couldn’t help it, you snorted, then quickly covered your mouth to stifle your giggles, but he’d heard it, and he smiled at that.
“Good one right?” he asked.
You shook your head. “No, oh my god, that was bad, but…” you couldn’t finish as a fresh wave of giggles overtook you. Your shoulders shook with your suppressed laughter.
He smiled and laughed along with you. For the rest of the ceremony, he would lean over and whisper comments about one person’s speech, or another’s outfit, nothing malicious or mean, just something to make you smile. And he always had a bad joke or two to whisper to you. 
By the end of the program, your cheeks were hurting from all the smiling and your stomach was sore from the laughing. You couldn’t help it, a few had escaped, luckily it was during the jokes the emcee told, so it looked as if you were enjoying the show. Truth be told, you couldn’t remember what had happened during the show, or who had won which award. If someone had quizzed you on it after, you surely would have failed; but you felt it was worth it because being seated next to Pedro had made it the best night of your life. You hadn’t laughed that hard, or enjoyed yourself that much in a long time.
After the show was over, you headed out with your fellow seat filler.
“You seemed to really be enjoying yourself,” he said as you filed out into the lobby.
You nodded with a huge grin on your face. “Yeah, I did.”
“I could tell,” he said, nodding, “what was he saying to you to make you laugh so much?”
You shrugged. “Oh, just a few jokes, and comments that’s all,” you said lightly.
He looked at you curiously, but when he realized you weren’t going to elaborate he commented, “Lucky you. The one they put next to me was on her phone the entire time.” He shook his head. “At least you got some entertainment.”
You two chatted for a little more, making plans to grab a late dinner with him and some of the rest of the seat fillers. Before you could leave, however, you felt someone tap you on your shoulder.
“Okay, I have another one,” you heard Pedro’s voice in your ear before you could turn around. “Just thought of it.”
You looked at him. “All right, go on.”
“Which bear is the most condescending?”
You started laughing then answered, “what?”
“A pan-duh!”
You burst out laughing along with him. “Where on earth did you even hear these?”
He shrugged. “Internet.”
“They are so bad,” you said, still chuckling.
“And yet, you laughed. Therefore they did their job,” he pointed out.
“True enough,” you agreed, “thanks though.”
“For what?”
“Making this event… well, eventful. I was prepared to be bored out of my mind, sitting there like a statue, smiling a fake smile the entire night.”
He smiled at you. “Well, I’m glad I could help. So, what are you planning on doing after this?”
You shrugged. “I was gonna grab something to eat with some of the rest of the seat fillers…”
“Oh, okay, I'm doing the same.” He nodded and looked away. You noticed that for a second he looked slightly nervous, but before you could get a good look, his face cleared and he turned back to look at you.
“I guess I should let you go then…” you said, turning to catch up with your friends.
“Wait, one more question.”
You stopped and looked back at him. “What's up?”
“Well, you know, I have a lot more jokes…”
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah, and, well, all my friends and family have heard them. But you haven’t, at least I’m pretty sure you haven’t….”
You nodded. “I haven’t, I don’t think.”
“Good, well, I shall have to inflict them upon you, you know, if you don’t mind. Maybe over dinner tomorrow?”
You thought for a second. “I don’t mind at all,” you answered with a huge grin.
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hyperfixationsporfavor · 2 years ago
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I Left My Heart in San Fransisco
I Left My Heart in San Francisco (Higuruma x Reader)
My love waits there in San Francisco…
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Hiromi Higuruma considered himself a professional, a man dedicated to his work. That dedication was most likely the cause of his nonexistent social life. Something Shimizu, his associate, felt comfortable enough pointing out to him. 
“When’s the last time you went out? Just to see a movie? Have a nice dinner?”
Hiromi just ignored her questioning and took a sip of his coffee.
After a barrage of incessant pestering from Shimizu the two of them took a small break at Takagi’s cafe, which was conveniently empty in the middle of the afternoon. 
Takagi was his former coworker from his first job out of law school. The fact that she had to work another job on the side proved that the pay in criminal law was abhorrent. 
The words of his law professors at Nagoya University rang true. 
Criminal law was for the bleeding hearts who didn’t let money drive them, but the passion for the legal profession.
That was all well and good but Hiromi still would have liked to own a home in his lifetime. 
Takagi approached the table with a couple of muffins, on the house for her fellow attorneys.
“Leave him alone Shimizu, this time next week he’ll be smooching his college sweetheart in the City by the Bay,” she mused as she sat down next to her.
“(Name) and I weren’t in a relationship, we were friends.”
“With benefits?”
“Shimizu, you’re embarrassing him,” Takagi scolded. 
“What? We’re all adults here. It’s not like we’re talking about holding hands on the playground.”
Hiromi just clenched his jaw. “No. And if we’re just going to waste time prying into my personal life I don't see why we can’t go back to the office and get some work done.”
He reached down to grab his briefcase before his associate stopped him.
“Wait,” Shimizu protested. “I’m sorry. I was just curious. I didn’t mean to step out of line.”
Hiromi relented and picked up his muffin. 
“It’s fine.”
“Either way,” Takagi chimed in. “It’ll be good for you to get away and relax.”
“It couldn’t come at a worse time. I have a million things to do at work,” he mumbled. “Maybe I should just cancel.”
“Absolutely not. It’s just a weekend. I can handle our caseload until you get back,” Shimizu assured him.
“But-”
“No buts, you're going and that’s final,” Takagi ordered. 
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Hiromi had met you when he was a student at UC Berkeley. He had been fortunate enough to receive an opportunity to study abroad the last two and a half years of his undergraduate studies. 
You had bumped into each other at a mixer for pre law majors. 
He admired you. 
How you held yourself in class, never backing down from a challenge, always passionately engaged. Hiromi was a bit more reserved, yet the two of you connected like opposite poles.
You were good for him and he was good for you. 
You forced him to put the books away and take periodic breaks, frequenting the local 7-Eleven with enough regularity that you were on a first name basis with every employee. He was able to reign you in when you flew off the handle, passion being easily misinterpreted as hot headedness. 
On one occasion a spat with a chauvinistic legacy student, during a mock trial, led to you lunging over the bench to give him a black eye. Thankfully Hiromi was able to ensnare his arm around your waist before you got yourself expelled. 
“Guys like that just…oof…they make me so…fuck,” you vented over your usual Big Gulp.
He just nodded and snacked on his Snickers Bar. 
Hiromi liked you, maybe he liked you more than he let on but he squashed that possibility like a miniscule ant under his thumb.
He didn’t want to ruin his friendship with you by having some brief fling the two of you could grow to regret. 
The logistics were a nightmare anyway, there was an entire ocean separating the both of you. He’d eventually have to go back to home and the two of you would further your studies, start practicing law, and continue the never ending cycle of human life. 
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You had invited Hiromi to San Francisco for a weekend. You were tired of being relegated to emails and wanted to have a proper reunion. 
‘I’d like to see you in person. It’s been too long, Hiromi.’ 
~
“Sir?”
A voice woke Hiromi up from his catatonic sleep. He looked up to find a flight attendant standing above him. 
“We’ll be arriving soon,” she informed him.
He nodded. “Thank you.”
Had he really slept the whole flight?
What did he expect after pulling so many all nighters? And how did he still feel so tired?
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Hiromi rolled his suitcase out of the airport at around 6 pm. He followed the directions you gave him to the parking garage and spotted you in the loading zone. You stepped out of a polished BMW, dressed up in a well tailored pants suit. He was slightly taken aback, you looked so…sophisticated. You hurriedly sprinted over to him and practically tackled him to the ground in a bone shattering hug. 
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” you exclaimed. 
He indulged himself by hugging you back. You were still the same (Name) in some ways. 
You pulled away and took his hands in yours. 
“How are you Hiromi?” you asked.
“Jetlagged,” he mused. “You look good.”
You smiled. “So do you.”
“Liar,” he playfully retorted. 
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“So where to?” you asked as you sped through the city. 
Hiromi gazed out the window at the scenery whizzing past him.
Memories from the occasional day trips the two of you would take here flooding back to him.
He loved the old homes, the hole in the wall restaurants, the water, the breeze that snuck through your clothes, the seagulls and pigeons that pestered you for bread. 
“I’d honestly like to relax a little if that’s okay,” he said despite the guilt he held.
He was always working so the idea of not working was a concept he was unfamiliar with. But he wanted to try and ease himself into doing nothing and allow himself to rest.
“So nothing touristy,” you confirmed.
“Definitely not.”
You smirked. “Fight it all you want but before this weekend is over I’m going to get a picture of you in front of the Golden Gate Bridge wearing an ‘I heart SF’ shirt.”
That got a laugh out of him. He felt embarrassed to laugh out loud sometimes but just for the next few days he’d indulge himself.
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You lived in a small yellow house sandwiched between a Mexican bakery and an ugly gentrified apartment building. 
The inside of your home had old creaky wooden floors and mauve walls that complemented the antique furniture. You had decorated with nick knacks and trinkets you had collected through your travels. It was so homely compared to Hiromi’s apartment that still had furniture unassembled in boxes.
“Obviously the floors are a bit annoying and it gets a little cold in the winter, but it’s home.”
Hiromi peered around. “I think it’s wonderful.”
“Are you hungry?” you asked.
A little,” he admitted. “I slept through the in flight meal.”
“Should we order in or are you up for going out?”
He thought it over. “I’d prefer to order in but if you want to go out I could manage it.”
“We’ll stay in,” you decided. 
“Okay.”
You went to the kitchen to retrieve the take out menus you had stored away in a drawer.
“Burmese or Italian?” you asked.
~
Over a feast of both Burmese and Italian food you and Hiromi caught up.
“So how did you find this place? Didn’t your parents live by the pier?” he asked. 
You nodded. “Yeah but a few years ago their building was bought by this development firm so they had no choice but to relocate to Sacramento.”
“I’m sorry (Name).”
“It’s sad but it’s just a reality of what’s been happening here.���
“The apartment next door?”
You scoffed. “Isn’t it hideous? If you're going to force people out of their homes to build housing for rich people can you at least make it pretty?”
Hiromi nodded in agreement.
“Anyway, to answer your question one of my mother’s friends wanted to move to Oakland to be closer to her son’s family, so they worked out a deal for the rent and I was able to move in. Thank god because I’d never be able to find a place nowadays.”
“And this place is close to the nonprofit you volunteer at?” he asked.
“It’s just down the road, mostly pro bono work for low income families. I’d like to do more but my day job keeps me pretty busy.”
Hiromi finished the last of his beer. “But you like the work?”
You smiled. “I love it.”
He pondered that sentiment trying to apply it to himself.
~
The next day the two of you got up early to make the most of your brief time together. Hiromi secretly wished he could have stayed longer, even if he knew a weekend away from work was already pushing it. 
After filling up on coffee, the two of you walked across the street to an old record store tucked away behind a former Blockbuster. 
“It’s sad they went out of business,” you sighed. “Many times we rented that same copy of Dumb and Dumber from there.”
“I hated that movie then and I hate it now,” Hiromi mumbled.
You smirked and leaned against a box of old cassettes. “Well we can’t all be as intellectual as Hiromi Higuruma. What was your favorite movie again? The Graduate?”
He smiled despite himself. “Please, I was in my early twenties. That movie is tailor made for people that age.”
Hiromi stopped combing through a stack of old records and ironically pulled out Sounds of Silence.
You gasped. “That’s a sign. You need to buy that.”
“To play on my imaginary record player.”
Despite the record having no practical function in his apartment he bought it with little resistance.
~
After the record store you drove to a cafe to pick up sandwiches and clam chowder. Once you had secured your food you went to the beach to have a picnic. You laid out the old quilt you brought from home and settled down for a feast.
“This is so good,” Hiromi groaned. “I forgot how amazing the food is here.”
“Surely you have your favorite local spots back home?”
He sighed. “I don’t really go out much. I pretty much live off the convenience store on my street.”
“Well I know you told me you like to take on harder cases, but why not give yourself a break?”
“I am,” he argued. “I am, I’m taking a break right now.”
You rolled your eyes. “Hiromi, a weekend with jetlag doesn’t count. You need a real vacation.”
“I don’t know what it is about me. I just get so…obsessed.”
You set your sandwich down. “Okay look. How about we make a deal?” 
“What?” he suspiciously asked. 
“You can take on one more, excruciating, difficult, sleep depriving case, and then you have to start to cut back.”
“What do I get in return?” he asked between bites.
“A lap dance from me.”
He nearly choked on his sandwich as you broke out into a fit of laughter. 
“(Name) are you trying to kill me?” he managed to get out.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Once you had calmed down you presented him with your real offer.
“We’ll go on a real vacation.”
“Where,” he asked. 
“What’s the one place in the world you’ve always wanted to go?”
He thought for a moment. One place he always wanted to go. 
“Iceland.”
“Interesting,” you mused. “Why Iceland?”
“I’d like to see the Northern Lights.”
You nodded. “Then that’s where we’ll go.”
“(Name) I can’t just drop everything and-.”
“Don’t get in an argument with me Hiromi, you know who’s going to win.”
He relented and tossed the remaining crust of his sandwich to a nearby seagull. 
“Deal.”
~
To celebrate his final day in town you promised Hiromi a home cooked meal. 
“We’ll go to the market later, but since it’s still early let’s go to the bakery next door and get some pan dulce.”
While you paid for your order Hiromi looked through a small box of wooden bracelets by the register. 
“What are these?” he asked. 
“Saint bracelets,” you answered. “It’s a Catholic thing.”
You plucked one out of the box and handed it to the cashier. 
“No, I don’t need one,” he argued. 
“It’s a souvenir. It’ll go with your new record.”
~
“Is it supposed to be so…crunchy?”
You wrinkled your nose at the final product.
You had planned to have risotto but your combined culinary skills led you to create a big pile of crap.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed. I added way too much salt to it.”
You tried to smother your laughter. 
“It was an honest mistake, at least we still have the wine.”
You got an idea. 
“I have crackers, let's just get some meat and cheese and make a charcuterie board.”
~
The two of you lounged on the couch. Hiromi’s cab would arrive soon to take him to the airport. By this time tomorrow he’d be back in his small apartment staring at a record he couldn’t listen to and a bracelet from a religion he didn’t practice. 
“Do you want a family Hiromi?” you asked.
He thought for a moment. “I don’t think so. I don’t have the time. What about you?”
“I’d like to get married someday, but I don’t want kids. Does that make me a bad person?”
“Of course not.”
“Can you tell my parents that?”
He chuckled. 
“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “Sometimes I feel like I’m missing something but then that feeling goes away.” 
“We’re getting older, do you think we’re just settling?” you asked.
“No. I think we’re just doing what we want. The thing that gets us out of bed every morning.”
He sighed.
“(Name)?”
You looked at him. “Yes?”
“I really want to go to Iceland with you.”
You smiled. “It’s a deal.”
~
The cabdriver stuffed Hiromi’s suitcase into the trunk of the car and slammed it shut. He stood in front of your house giving it one last look before he left. 
“Hiromi?” you asked. 
He looked at you, taking note of how you anxiously crossed your arms in front of your chest. 
“Yes?”
You bit your lip and looked up to meet his eyes. 
“Why…didn’t you ever ask me out back then?”
His breath hitched. 
“I…” 
“Why not even for a night?”
He swallowed his fear and dared to speak the truth.
“I didn’t want to say goodbye.”
You took a step forward, closing the gap between you. 
“Well then don’t say goodbye, say I’ll see you next time.”
He reached up and shakily cupped your face in his hands. 
You kissed, your lips meshed perfectly with one another, two lost souls reunited in a single moment. 
Hiromi pulled away and wrapped you in his arms. 
“I’ll see you next time.”
You surrendered him from your grip and he got in the cab, giving you a final wave. 
The cab sped off into the night, he watched you until you got smaller and smaller, and just like that you were gone. 
~
(Several months later)
Reykyavík was a beautiful city, but not as beautiful as you. 
Hiromi held your naked body tightly against his, unwilling to let you go. You cradled his face trying to etch every little detail into your memory, every line and crevice. 
Neither of you wanted to forget a moment of this. You intended to make the most out of your two week stay in Iceland, even if it meant you never left your hotel room. 
You sighed in relief as Hiromi’s calloused hand caressed your hip. 
“So what should we do today?” you murmured. 
He pressed his lips against yours for the umpteenth time that morning. 
“This,” he mumbled. “Just this.” 
~
My love waits there in San Francisco…
The End. 
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