#Jake Becker Usual Boy

[technicallydecadentartisan]

Un fanart de Beth

Esta cuenta nació, principalmente, para compartir mis dibujos. El problema fue que cada año dibujaba menos, hasta dejar de hacerlo. Lo cual es una pena, pues era un lugar muy mágico para mí, pero, bueno, la vida te lleva por caminos inescutables.

El caso, aquí la parte bonita, es que estoy leyendo en Wattpad Jake Becker. Usual Boy de Rolly Haatch y me inspiró. Me inspiró porque el capítulo 43 es pura magia (llevo viviendo en él desde el viernes). El caso es que hay una canción (esto no es spoiler. En realidad esta todo muy fuera de contexto, no te preocupes) y comenzaron a pasar imágenes de la escena por mi cabeza. Ni corte ni perezose, esa misma noche, lápiz en mano me lancé a la aventura del dibujo. El domingo lo pinté y llevaba como desde 2020 sin tocar unos pinceles, pero quedó algo ligeramente bien. Como boceto rápido está muy bien.

El caso es que lo quería compartir porque quiero quedarme ese trocito de sentimientos de la historia y robar un pedacito de inspiración.

También vengo a decirte muy fuerte que leas la historia (tanto la de Jake como la trilogía de Amor y Virtud)

(se me ha olvidado casi hasta como firmar, sí jaja)

[jakobwinter]

After a couple of days of texts back and forth between the two, the day had finally come. The date. Jakob had been at work physically, his body was sat in his chair at his desk, but his mind spent the day wandering, going over every possibility of how the night could go. Very little was achieved, which was weird for him, Jakob was usually the hardest worker out of everyone there, but he just couldn’t stay focused. His co-workers spent the day teasing him, Jake doing his best to ignore them all as he watched the clock countdown the last hour of his work day. It felt like it dragged on for forever, torturing him as he watched the seconds tick by in slow motion. Finally, after what had felt like days, it was finally time for them all to close up for the day. Jakob was the first one out of the door, leaving his co-workers to lock up as he walked (almost ran) to his car to try and get home before traffic got too bad. Fidgeting more than normal, Jakob tapped his fingertips against the steering wheel, impatience growing and growing as he got stuck behind slow moving vehicles. Arriving at his building twenty minutes later, Jake raced up to his apartment, going straight into the bathroom to shower. He’d given a lot of thought what he was going to wear, and after the quickest shower he’d possibly ever had, he found himself in his bedroom, a new lingering feeling of emptiness floating in the air there, a towel wrapped around his waist as he second-guessed his first choice in shirt. He’d promised Mariella he’d wear a nice shirt, wanting their first planned official meeting to be special. To anyone else, the two shirts he was stuck between looked almost identical, but to Jakob, they could mean the difference between a second date and getting ghosted. Finally deciding on the one he’d started with, the boy quickly got dressed, put a brush through his messy hair, trying to tidy it up a little, but knowing it wouldn’t last long. His dark locks had a mind of their own, no matter what he tried to do, so he was quick to give up on it and grab his jacket. Giving himself a final once over in the mirror, Jakob nodded and picked up his keys and wallet before heading down to his car. Suddenly time was moving at a mile a minute, the drive from his apartment to Mariella’s place felt like it took about three seconds, and as he parked the car, he suddenly found himself incredibly nervous. Was he overdressed? Did he remember to put on deodorant? What dumb thing was he going to say to mess this whole thing up? Checking the time, it was right on time to be heading to Mariella’s door. Jake got out of the car and made the short walk, knocking a couple of times before rocking back on his heels while he waited for her to answer.

@mariella-becker​

[unhivemind-blog]

“so, what, I just have to wait around, and be alone with my thoughts? gross.” COLE

     *    don’t act like you don’t know.

         ‘sorry, man, i forgot you usually hitch it back with some experimenting couple that are tired of fuckin’ each other.’ the sly glance rich shoots cole’s way is unnecessary confirmation that he’s joking, and becker is supposed to laugh at that, please and thanks. ‘you wanna share my bed, that it? you could’a just said.’ another joke, this one even more incredulous -- jake (rich’s boyfriend, the boy rich is dating) texts him as if on cue, and rich grins, wide and sharp. ‘shut up, or i’m revoking sink privileges.’